Phil: Well, this should be a lot of fun. The Guyver defends his newly won championship against Havoc.

Steve: I'm sure the fans already know about the match. Now shut up so we can get the intros!

Just then, "Carmina Burana-O Fortuna" by Orff starts up and the mood changes. Havoc walks out with a determined look on his face. He wastes no time in sliding into the ring upon arrival. He jumps to the second turnbuckle and looks out to the crowd. When he jumps down, "Won't Back Down" by Fuel starts up and the fans cheer.

Phil: Here comes the champ!

Golden sparks shoot up from the left and right of the entryway as The Guyver walks out. With the TV Title and his head held high, the 6' 8" powerhouse starts his venture down the ramp. The entire way down, he has his eyes on Havoc. The whole while, Havoc has his eyes on the gold. The Guyver gets down to the ring and he walks up the steps. When he gets to the apron, he hands the belt to the referee. He then runs to the turnbuckle, jumps up, and dives off onto Havoc with a massive clothesline.

Steve: Hoozah!

The bell sounds and the Television Championship match is underway. Both men get up. The fight begins as Havoc and Guyver begin to trade punches between each other. Guyver blocks a right hand, and gives Havoc a right, then left, and then another right sending him down to the mat hard. Havoc gets up slowly as Guyver looks on with a smile. They lock up immediately, as Havoc slaps on a side headlock. Havoc moves the side into a chin lock, then snaps him over with a snap mare, and puts on a reverse chin lock, and puts the knee right into the spine. Havoc pushes with all his might, as he pulls back on the chin. Releasing the hold, Havoc gets Guyver to his feet and whips him to the ropes, nailing him with a running lariat. Guyver stagers foward as Havoc does for a clothsline, but Guyver ducks and does a Missle Dropkick to Havoc's back! Havoc falls to his knees as guyver locks n a sleeperhold! Before he can get in in good Havoc nails Guyver with a knee to the groin!

Phil: Looks like Havoc wants that title!

Steve: But Guyver won't give up that fast!

Havoc shaking off the ealier attacks, gets to his feet, and pulls Guyverup, he hooks the waist and lifts and plants him with a belly to back side suplex. Havoc puts Guyver in a hammerlock, lifts him up and slams him down on the arm. Havoc rolls over and gets up quickly, Guyver pushing him back into the ropes, and whips him out, moving in, catching him with a knee to the gut that sends him end over end. Guyver takes the arm while Havoc is on his face, and puts him into a hammerlock, jumping up and driving both knees into the arm and shoulder.

Phil: Alot of action here tonight!

Steve: Indeed!

Both men stand to their feet, shaking off their ealier attacks.Havoc is up quickly, and grabs Guyver driving a knee into the midsection. He leads him to the center of the ring, kicking him in the midsection, hooking him for a veritcal suplex, he cradles the leg and lifts him into the air, and then turns that into a brainbuster. Havoc smiles and bends down, scratching Guyver's face untill it bleeds. Guyver grabs his face as Havoc goes to the top rope, he comes down trying to do a diving head butt but Guyver rolls over causing Havoc to fall flat on his face! Guyver goes for a pic as blood drip from his head.

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Phil: One hell of a battle!

Steve: Hells yeah!

Guyver stands up slowy as does Havoc. They both start exchanging punches, but Havoc blocks and goes for a huge DDT! He goes for the cover

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Phil: NEW TV CHAMP! WHOA!

The lights go out and a spotlight shines on the curtains. In the background you here a voice say "Resurrected in a bad way" After that the theme songs comes on and Gunz comes out. He makes his way to the ring taking deep breaths, rolls under the rope and waits for Nirvana. Suddenly the arena goes black as a menacing voice booms over the PA.

Keep not thou silence O God: hold not thy peace, and be not still, O God.

CRACK... BOOM!

Suddenly two rockets hit the ring in an X shape as the SFT logo appears on the Striketron, sudenly barbwire rips through the logo causing green light to shine through it.

Noone knows what its like...

The Preach and Destroy banner appears on the Strike-Tron as Jeff King slowly appears from behind the curtain accompied by Paul Phillips. Smoke rises from the walkway, the smoke appears green from the grenn lights shining from all around the arena. Jeff King tautnts the fans very now and than as he slowly makes his way to the ring. When he reaches the ring, Paul Phillips takes his place outside the ring as Jeff enters and stands in the center of the ring. He slowly unbuttons his trenchcoat and lets it slide off of his arms as he stares towards the celing.

Phil: Look at Nirvana! He really means like he means to work Gunz to his limits tonight.

Steve: Perhaps, but maybe Gunz limits are more than Nirvana might think? Who says we can’t have a new US champion by the end of the night?

The match starts with a series of kicks, first to the shin, then the abdomen and finally to the side of the head. Gunz stumbles back into the ropes and with the assistance of a clothesline from Nirvana, he topples over the top to the ground. Gunz then rolls to the bottom of the ramp but quickly gets back up. He watches Nirvana in the ring looking down at him and smirks. He taunts Nirvana, who seems to ignore him to start with, but quickly jumps up over the top rope, onto the apron and leaps off to hit a flying clothesline! But Gunz dodges, grabs Nirvana’s arm and brings him hard onto the ramp. Nirvana favours his arm but both men make it back into the ring before the count of 10.

Gunz gains the upper hand to start off with. As Nirvana gets to his feet, he grabs him by the throat with both hands and turns around to the centre of the ring. However, before he can drop Nirvana, the US champion pulls himself in towards Gunz and the two collide heads. Gunz drops Nirvana to the mat lacking the full force of a well performed two handed chokeslam while Gunz turns around holding his head. Nirvana slides across the mat towards Gunz and rolls him up with a school boy pin.

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Steve: An easy kick out for Gunz, he’s no where near finished yet.

Gunz gets up angry. Immediately he brings Nirvana down with a hard clothesline, then as he gets right back up, a couple of hard chops before whipping him in the ropes. Gunz goes for a big boot to the face, but Nirvana dives, crashing into his shin, bringing his opponent down onto his face. Nirvana tries quickly to capitalise, trying to lock in a Mexican Surfboard, but Gunz rolls onto his side. They both get up to their feet. Nirvana is the man who first tries to offend. He deliberately runs past Gunz, rams a knee into his back. Both go down to the mat, but Nirvana flips back up and drops an elbow drop over to where he just made contact with the small of Gunz back. Both men stay down, Gunz on his front, Nirvana sitting, trying to gather some breath.

Phil: Nirvana with the upper hand over Gunz here.

Steve: Yeah, he’s showing the world why he’s the US champion.

Phil: USA! USA! USA!

Gunz slowly gets up to his feet, somehow manages to brush off Nirvana while he tries to hit a judo toss, then jumps and stomps on his throat. He kicks Nirvana around the ring until he eventually gets up, then he kicks him in the gut, brings him down to a gutwrench position, lifts him up over one shoulder so he looks up to the ceiling and holds the position. He starts bobbing on the spot, wrenching Nirvana’s back over his shoulder then in one movement, Gunz falls to his knees, performing a move that looks like it will surely break Nirvana’s back as his spine is bent to extreme angles. The fans cheer at the sight of the move, but Gunz can’t capitalise. The move takes a lot out of him as well.

Steve: Worth calling the EMTs yet, you think?

Somehow Nirvana stirs, rolls onto his back and starts his slow ascent to his feet. Meanwhile Gunz is back on his feet and climbs to the second rope. He turns and waits for Nirvana. Gunz eventually jumps off when he’s prepared and goes to hit an axe handle smash, but it barely comes close to hitting Nirvana who raises a leg to meet Gunz groin. Nirvana quickly stands back, hooks up his head and drops a huge DDT. Nirvana doesn’t cover yet though, the move wrenched his back.

Phil: Both men are showing weaknesses. That move… whatever it was, took out Nirvana’s back, but Nirvana worked on Gunz leg early on in the match, he seems to be favouring it a lot.

Nirvana gets up, bows and starts shouting at Gunz to get up. A dazed challenger for the US title is met with three kicks to the shin, a Karate jab to the face and then a step back, followed by a Superkick! The move hurts Nirvana’s back as much as it does Gunz’s face. Nirvana stumbles back into the ropes and tries hard to lift himself back up. The match is losing it’s pace, but the fans start up a “USA! USA! USA!” chant to get them going again. It seems to spur them both on into fighting. Both wish to win. Nirvana still can’t get free, so Gunz uses this as a chance to pick up a great chance for a win.

Steve: Nirvana is stuck up against those ropes. God knows what Gunz will do.

Crowd: OOOOOOOH!

Phil: The men in the audience must have felt that!

Revenge from before, Gunz plunged a knee into Nirvana’s groin, but he still doesn’t stray from his position hung up against the ropes. Gunz pulls him away. Lifts him up quickly for a powerbomb, drops him once, lifts him again, feels a pang in his leg and drops him a second time. This time he tries quickly to hook up Nirvana in the Sharpshooter knowing he would not be able to last long with his back tought.

Phil: Gunz is trying desperately to get Nirvana in his Sharpshooter hold!

Steve: Indeed, but Nirvana still isn’t giving in!

Hurt from the powerbombs, Nirvana struggles to fight off Gunz, but he doesn’t seem able to shake him off. Gunz too is struggling to lock in the move. Nirvana keeps moving his leg, keeping it out of Gunz reach. They seem to have reached a stalemate until Nirvana kicks out straight into Gunz shin. Gunz drops into the center of the ring. Nirvana waits a few seconds, before being hit with a brain wave. He clambers around, stands up and rapidly locks Gunz up into a figure four leg lock!

Phil: He’s gonna have to tap!

Steve: That leg is just too badly injured!

And needless to say, it was. Gunz, with no other options, taps out. Nirvana locks in the hold, to add extra pain to the offence, but also because Gunz had made it impossible for Nirvana to move his back. It had seized up during action.

Steve: Call the EMTs! Both of these men have fought valiantly! Neither lowered themselves to bringing out weapons and this was, for the most part, a cleanly fought match.

Phil: Nirvana is certainly not critically injured. Neither is Gunz. Both men are moving, but hell, I wouldn’t be surprised if Gunz leg and Nirvana’s back are sore for a long time.

Ring Announcer: Ladies and gentlemen, this match is scheduled for one fall with a 30 minute time limit and is for the SFT Intercontinental Title. Coming to the ring first, hailing from Chicago, Illinois, weighing in at 220 lbs, he is the challenger in this match, "The Krimson Dragon" Joe Mokoko!

"Steel Avengers" by Metalium hits the P.A. system and the arena grows dark. The camera pans around the arena and then focuses in on the ramp to see a man sitting high on the StrikeTron. The camera zooms in to see the man is Joe Mokoko. He suddenly looks to the camera and stands up. He leaps off and lands on the hard floor in a crouching position, head bowed. Joe looks up and with blinding speed runs toward the ring and slides in. He jumps on top of the turnbuckle and just stares at the crowd.

JC: Joe Mokoko came back to the SFT not too long ago and since has been on fire. He really stepped it up a notch and now he is one of the up and comers to watch here.

Ring Announcer: And his opponent, hailing from Horizon, Washington, weighing in at 270 lbs, he is the current SFT Intercontinental Champion and one of the legends of the company, this is Fireball!

"Fly From the Inside" blasts through the arena as the hall lights turn off but flash on with beat of music. Flames erupt lining the ramp way as Fireball walks to the ring. He slides in under the bottom rope and walks to the center of the ring. He looks around at the arena around him and then runs to the middle rope where he holds up the IC title.

RW: At the same time you say that about Mokoko, Fireball hasnt lost since he returned a few months ago and he's looking better than ever.

The ref pats down both men and then calls for the bell. The two men start to circle and both reach into the center of the ring, slapping hands as a sign of sportsmanship. They circle around again and then lunge into the middle, tying up and Fireball gets the advantage, using his size to push Mokoko back to the ropes, where both me spin around until Mokoko has his back in a corner. The ref calls for the break and Fireball obliges him, making a clean break and taking a step back. He then continues back to the other corner while Mokoko steps out into the ring and they circle again.

JC: So far only good sportsmanship showed by both sides. I can imagine that wont last for too much longer... but you never know.

The two men again start to circle again and again tie up, again with Fireball using his size to push Mokoko back, again with the two men spinning after hitting the ropes, this time with Fireball with his back to the corner. The ref again calls for a clean break and Mokoko obliges this time, taking a step back to the neutral corner while Fireball composes himself. Both men skip the circling this time around and go right into another lock up, with Fireball taking control of the wrist and putting Mokoko into a wrist lock after one arm ringer. Mokoko reverses it but Fireball quickly ducks under and applies another arm ringer and locks in the wrist lock again. He walks Joe around the ring with it, allowing for the challenger to move with him. Joe makes a dash for the ropes, climbing up the corner and then springboarding off the top rope and hitting a big hurricanrana onto Fireball, who breaks the wrist lock as he flips over and rolls to the outside of the ring. Fireball is dazed as he gets to his feet.

RW: Excellent reversal by Joe Mokoko, very nice job with the hurricanrana from nowhere.

Joe hits the far ropes and slides down to his but, hitting a nice baseball slide to the back of the unsuspecting victim in Fireball. Fireball lunges forward into the guardrail on the impact and Mokoko is quick to his feet and to the apron. He looks behind him and then hops up, hits the second rope and flips back, hitting a big Asai moonsault onto Fireball that sends both men to the ground. Mokoko gets to his feet and picks Fireball up, rolling him into the ring. Mokoko then plays to the crowd a bit before rolling back in himself, giving Fireball enough time to get himself together and put a boot to Joe's back. He picks Mokoko up and whips him off the ropes, sending him down with a big clothesline. Fireball wastes no time, dropping a big elbow onto Mokoko, and goes for the quick cover.

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Fireball gets up and he pauses as Mokoko gets to his feet. He sets Mokoko up for X-Caliber, but he is distracted by a sign that reads "DRYDEN > FIREBALL". This distraction leads Mokoko to punch right in the kidney. Fireball backs off and he holds his side. With a single leap he gets to the top turnbuckle. As Fireball gets closer, Mokoko dives off with a face-crusher. The challenger quickly rolls up the champion.

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Right as the three count goes down, Fireball kicks out with vengeance. It's too late though, because the bell has already rang. The referee goes to hand the IC Title to Mokoko, but Fireball grabs it. He tells them both no and starts walking away. Mokoko shakes his head and he grabs the belt away quickly. Before Fireball can get him back, Mokoko dives out of the ring and walks up the ramp as the new champion!

The sound of a guitar rift echoes the arena as the crowd goes silent. When the last note is heard, the lights go out. Within 10 seconds, red lights flicker arena the arena as "Set It Off" by Audioslave blasts throughout the arena. As the song blares out, smoke arises from beneath the stage and fills the entrace. Within seconds, the entrance is filled with smoke and two red lights beam from behind the smoke leaving a shadow of a man. The crowd goes nuts as the man steps outside of the smoke and is revealed as Ace. Ace stands on top of the stage look towards the crowd before walking the ramp. He then slides into the ring and climbs the nearest turnbuckle and taunts the crowd, as the crowd goes nuts again. He then jumps off and walks over to the opposite turnbuckle and taunts the crowd.

RW: Nothing like Ace. He kicks ass.

JC: He doesn't look right tonight. I dunno... maybe it's just me.

RW: What? Are you like checking him out? Go ask for his number or something.

The lights dim and a red light begins to flicker furiously. The crowd silences and a woman's voice can be heard. "Oh my god..........I want you to trip like I do." Blind by Korn begins and the crowd goes crazy as Dave Steel walks out onto the ramp. He stops in front of the entranceway and looks to his feet with his arms stiffly at his sides. The words "are you ready" are sung and the music picks up as Dave begins making his way down the ramp and through the aisle. He slaps hands with a few fans along the way and bangs a quick right once at the ring. Dave walks towards the announce table and pulls a Dr. Pepper form his pocket. He tosses it to John Cartwright and continues into the ring sliding beneath the bottom rope. He hops to his feet quickly and walks to the center of the ring. He raises his hands and the lights come on. The music stops.

JC: I love Dr. Pepper.

RW: Checking out another guy now. You worry me, John.

Sean Lane's music plays and you see him walk out from the back. Instead of the usual suit and tie we have been used to seeing him in he is wearing his old gear. The crowd goes nuts as they welcome him back to the ring. He walks down with a determined look on his face and slides into the ring and the bell ring. He double clothleslines both men. Dave and Ace struggle to their feet as Sean kicks Ace's midsection... and then helps Dave up. He kicks Dave's gut and does a perfect swinging neckbreaker.

JC: Man's back... and in perfect form. Doesn't seem like he missed a step.

RW: No really... stop...

JC: Ace and Dave just... haven't shaken that ring rust away. It's tough to do.

RW: AHHHH!

As Randy yells Sean turns to see what is doing on... and Ace low blows him. The ref runs over to yell at him... and he backs away as Dave drops a knee onto Sean's rib cage. Ace turns away from the ref and into a round of punches. Once those are over it's a spin and a reverse DDT. Ace kicks both men once they are on the ground. He quickly is taken down by Lane... who is quickly taken down by Steel. All three men resort to rolling around punching each other. Finally Lane is on top of Dave punching him in the rib cage. Ace is trying to get back to his feet on the other side of the ring. Sean pushes Dave's shoulders down... and the ref slides in.

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Dave pushes Lane off. Lane stands up... and then clothleslines Ace over the ropes to the outside. Lane uses the bounce off the ropes to run towards Dave and as Dave is getting to his feet he gets a dropkick.

JC: Wow... Lane really came into this match pumped.

Steel bounces off the turnbuckle and staggers into the middle of the ring. Lane looks around and the crowd starts to cheer. He hits him with a superkick... and follows Dave down for the pin.

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Ace slides in but it's too late.

RW: Lane wins. Lane wins. I am taking the words away from you John because I am afraid of what you will say next.

JC: What? Only seconds sooner and Ace woulda broken it up. I think Ace got the shaft right there.

RW: Eww... you are creeping me out.

“Slamin” by Buckcherry as Goldeneye walks out to the ring. When he holds up his hands on the walkway, pyro explodes. Goldeneye then posses for the fans in the ring.

The fans erupt into cheers, as Shadow enters the arena! Green spotlights spark up above the rafters, and beam down on the crowd. We hear Shoots and Ladders hit, the lights They swerve all around the arena, then focus on the entrance ramp. Shadow throws up the curtain in the entrance way and walks out in his wrestling attire. Shadow walks down the entrance ramp as the green spotlight follows him. Shadow begins to circle Goldeneye as his music drowns out. The bell rings and Shadow slaps hands with Goldeneye before stepping off and circling him again. John Cartwright and Randy White are all set up at the announce table.

Shadow locks up with Goldeneye. Goldeneye throws a knee into the gut of Shadow and locks in a side headlock. Shadow hits Goldeneye in the kidneys and throws him to the ropes. Goldeneye bounces back looking for a hard clothesline. Shadow ducks, reaches behind him, and grabs Goldeneye head while falling, executing a sharp neckbreaker. Shadow rolls into the cover.

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Powerful kick out by Goldeneye. Shadow spins to his feet to meet Goldeneye in the middle of the ring. Goldeneye hits to hard right hands then a boot to the gut. He grabs Shadow by the head, and just slams him backwards to the mat. Shadow hits the mat with a loud thud, and Goldeneye takes to the ropes. He goes for an elbow drop, but Shadow swiftley moves out of the way. Goldeneye elbow drills the mat and he springs to his feet. He charges Shadow, and receives a spinebuster for his efforts. Shadow floats into the cover.

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Shoulder up! Shadow returns to his feet and lifts Goldeneye up with him. Goldeneye pushes Shadow away then nails him with a sharp spinkick. Goldeneye jumps on Shadow with a cover now.

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Kick out. Goldeneye quickly brings Shadow back to his feet and delivers a few chest chops, sending Shadow to the corner. Goldeneye then lifts Shadow onto the turnbuckle and nails him with a snap suplex, then a floatover cover.

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Kick out! Goldeneye picks Shadow up yet again and wrenches his arm. He then brings Shadow towards him and lifts him onto his shoulders. Goldeneye walks around the ring showboating with Shadow on his shoulders. Goldeneye suddenly stops, spins, and delivers a TKO to Shadow! Goldeneye gets back up quickly and makes a throat-cut taunt to the crowd, calling for the end. Goldeneye walks over to the turnbuckle and steps out to the ring apron. He then climbs to the top turnbuckle. Goldeneye taunts Shadow to get up and he slowly staggers to his feet. Goldeneye dives off the top.... and is caught in mid air with a belly to belly suplex!

Both Shadow and Goldeneye get right back up. Goldeneye goes for a clothesline right in the center of the ring. Shadow ducks and rolls under his arm. Shadow bounces off the ropes, executes a rolling thunder, flips in mid air, and grabs Goldeneye with a blockbuster!

JC: Holy shit! Where the hell did he learn how to do that?

Shadow springs back up and lifts Goldeneye to his feet, pushing him to the ropes. Shadow keeps ahold of Goldeneye arm and yanks him back. Shadow ducks under Goldeneye arm with an arm wrench, and pulls Goldeneye into a boot to the gut, followed by a DDT.

Shadow rolls backwards to his feet and jumps quickly to the top rope. Shadow short jumps off the top and spins in mid air. He splits his legs and catches them on the top rope to his left, flipping into a split-legged lionsault.

JC: Damn! Where's he getting these moves from?

Shadow hooks the leg but still only receives a two count.

Shadow grabs Goldeneye and climbs the turnbuckles and goes and hits his Falling through the Looking Glass but he lands awkwardly. He holds himself in a cradle position just in pain.

RW: He's hurt, maybe his knees or back.

The referee starts the ten count.

1... 2... 3... 4... 5...

Shadow can't get up and Goldeneye is out cold.

JC: Yeah he's in trouble alright.

The ref keeps counting.

6... 7... 8... 9... 10!

The bell rings.

RW: A draw... in a match like this?! Wow...

JC: These two men deserve our respect no matter who wins.

RW: True.

The Strike-Tron flashes on and the lights dim. It flashes pictures of Fox from years past. You see him fall from the Strike-Tron in the first SFT PPV in an IC title match against Hardcore Jack. You see him fighting against the Immortal Outlawz... his huge fued with Glenn Owen. You see shots of him standing with the SFT title. Him standing in the ring at Holy Wars 2 as the last member of evil. You see all the Regulators in the ring to take him down. Flashes of people being hit with "The End" over and over and over again. Him fighting Aj Nin Red Rum. His match with Ace. His matches with Seth flash quickly. The last image is Fox standing with the World title. Holding it over his head and the crowd in the background going insane.

Everything ends...

As it comes back the lights all go out and you hear "Can you hear the voices?" and a mellow guitar. Suddenly pyro goes off on the top of the ramp and you see several figures standing in it. As the lights come on you see Fallout walking down to the ring. Seth out front taunting the crowd... Dean and Tony behind him. Behind them is Fireball. Far in the back is Fox. Fox is talking with Shawn Walsh and not paying attention to the crowd.

RW: Shawn Walsh? Man... Fox knows everybody.

JC: He's been around forever. I just don't know what to think of Walsh being here.

Fallout all slides into the ring and Fox picks up a mic. Shawn Walsh disappears into the crowd ripping up SFT signs and causing a ruckus. Everything gets quiet as Fox signals for the noise to go down. Fallout is wandering around him.

Fox: Tonight... tonight is a night of change. I have been here in SFT for a very long time. As all of you know this is my PPV for a reason. I want to first off thank a few people. Fallout here are at the top of the list. People backing me up even through all the matches and angles. I want to thank Perfection for getting me into this game. The Dead Pac. Shadow. Legion. Those four things made me what I am right now. Lets bring out the other people in my match.

"Last Serenade" by Killswitch Engage plays as Robin, Joe, AJ, and Kaeneis. They all walk down as the crowd goes insane. They each slide into the ring and Fox walks over and shakes their hands. He give congrats to Kaeneis for having the World Title.

JC: Touching. It isn't even a match at this point. Just a bunch of great men saying goodbye to Fox.

RW: Yea... I am sure that helps the ratings. Where is the blood!

Seth is eyeing Kaeneis at this point. They are on opposite sides of the ring. Seth pushes Robin and Joe to the ground and swings at Kaeneis. They crowd goes nuts as half the men in the ring are either on the ground or swinging at somebody. Fox stand between Seth and Kaeneis with a hand on both of them. He's yelling at them to stop. They back off alittle and Fox picks the mic back up.

Fox: Whoa people. Let's back off for a second. Can't you wait for even two minutes? I mean really. It isn't the World versus Fallout anymore. You need to calm down Seth. It's not Fallout versus everybody...

The lights all go out and you hear a big struggle in the ring. You hear Seth yell out "You son of a bitch!" and then you hear strange noises over the sound system. On the Strike-Tron it says along with a voice reading it "Did you all wonder who the mystery man is for the Lethal Lottery?" Then you hear "GAME OVER!" and Game Over by Lil Flip plays with still no lights.

JC: Who would make an appearance like this? Talk about disrespect to Fox.

RW: Oh no... here come the ratings. BRING ON THE BLOOD!

The music keeps playing and you hear moans of pain from the ring. The music keeps playing and you can hear the crowd cheering already. Then a voice speaks...

Voice: I told you it wasn't Fallout versus everybody. I fucking told you Seth.

JC: Wait... Wait no! He's...

RW: Isn't this his last match?

The lights come on and the music stop to see everybody on the mat except Fox, Fireball, Dean, and Arsan Ayers is in the ring now. Fox is holding the mic in one hand and a bloody world title in the other hand. Seth is outside the ring still trying to fight what he didn't see coming. Kaeneis is on the ground in front of Fox bleeding. Fox keeps talking.

Fox: Yea... crazy huh? I set up my last match just to start something new. Seth. Fallout fell out. It's over asshole. The men standing in the ring right now are the new power here in SFT. The Fatal Four. I am the mystery man in the tourney. I always say everything ends... but I also told you Seth. I was the world champ... and I am not going to stop. It took you three times to beat me... and if you leave this place with MY belt I will be coming for it. If Kaeneis here leaves with it. Well... you can ask him how he feels about that when he is awake. He has like ten minutes until match time. I hope he makes it.

Fox drops the world title in the middle of the ring and leaves the ring. As he's walking away, he notices a man sitting in the front row. He walks over to him with a grim look. The man stands up, smiles, and applauds Fox.

JC: Is that...

RW: It sure as hell is!

JC: It's Aj Nin Red Rum!

The two coniving bastards shake hands and Fox continues his way up the ramp. Fireball, Dean, and Ayers follow right behind him. People slowly stand up confused.

JC: I don't really know what to say.

RW: Ratings man. Fox just made them. I think he just ruined Fallout too. Seth can't be a happy man.

Fox, Dean, Ayers and Fireball begin to walk up the ramp as Seth is still being held back. Kaeneis is still laid out in the ring as the refs try to revive him. The newly formed Fatal Four laugh on the ramp when Colin O’Brien pushes through them and stands in between them and the ring. He has a microphone in his hand.

Colin O'Brien: You think you guys are slick, don’t ya? Well I’m not going to let you four ruin the World title match like I’m sure you’re planning on. And don’t try to power play me Dean cause I’m on specific orders from your partner, Shadow!

The crowd erupts as they feel something is definitely going to happen.

Colin O'Brien: I know you are planning on doing something in this match and since Kaeneis is still being revived, we decided to add a little something extra to this match to make it fair. While Kaeneis is getting revived, I want a cage set up around that ring right now. That’s to keep you four out of the ring and a fair World title match. And just to be sure, I’ve been instructed to sit at ringside.

The Fatal Four are livid, especially Fireball who is screaming in O’Brien’s face.

Colin O'Brien: Now get out of here before I have you all suspended!

Security comes out from the back and force the Four to the back as the crew brings out the equipment for the cage. Colin glares at the Four and then enters the ring to help Kaeneis as Seth begins to calm down.

JC: What a past couple of minutes! First Fallout splits, creating the Fatal Four. Then Colin O’Brien bans the Four from the ring and makes the World title match a cage match! This can’t get any better but it will!

The cage is set and Kaeneis is shaking off the cobwebs in a corner as Seth enters the ring. The door is locked and the bell rings. Seth charges the champion who jumps out of the way and begins hammering Dryden with right hands!

RW: Holy crap, he was just playing possum!

JC: Seems like the champ knows what he’s doing more than we thought.

Kaeneis whips Seth to the far side and follows him in with an avalanche. Seth staggers out as Kaeneis glares at him. He grabs the challenger by the back out the head and throws him into the side of the cage.

RW: Well it didn’t take long for the cage to come into play.

JC: Oh and Dryden’s busted up already.

Kaeneis looks down on Dryden and drops a leg drop. He then picks him up, lifts him onto his shoulder and slams him face first into the cage. Kaeneis whips Dryden into the ropes and hits a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker. Dryden is down in a ton of pain.

JC: Dryden just can’t get out of the blocks here.

Kaeneis lifts Dryden to his feet by his throat and puts him on the top rope. Kaeneis pauses for a second and it costs him. Seth grabs the champ’s head and rams it into the cage. Kaeneis stumbles backwards and even falls to a knee. Seth climbs to the top rope and then climbs up the side of the cage. He reaches the top just as Kaeneis turns around. He leaps and connects with a dropkick to the face of the champ sending both men to the mat!

RW: OH MY GOD!

JC: They’re not going to get up. There’s no way.

Momentarily, the match is cut off to show a scene backstage. It reveals the consequence of Dryden's confrontation with Ms. Black earlier. She's sitting there, unhurt with blood under her nails. As we fade in to her she stands up and exits the room. As the door closes, the sign at head height falls to the floor. It's a nameplate with the words 'Seth Dryden' engraved into it.

RW: Well that's odd...

Kaeneis rolls to his stomach as Seth tries to sit up unsuccessfully. Kaeneis is the first one to his feet, amazingly and Seth is still trying to push his way to his feet. Kaeneis helps him up the rest of the way and whips him into the ropes. Seth ducks a clothesline and nails a spear on the return. Seth nips up to his feet! Kaeneis gets back up as well but Dryden is waiting for him. Right hands from the challenger send Kaeneis back into the corner. Seth climbs up and hammers down on Kaeneis. He suplexes him out of the corner and climbs to the top rope.

JC: Why’s he going up there again?

RW: Must have a death wish.

Seth flies and nails a flying fist to the champ’s face. He goes to head out the door when he stops and looks at the entrance way.

JC: What the hell? I thought they were banned!

Fox has appeared on the ramp way and begins to walk down to the ring. Colin O’Brien leaps to his feet and cuts off the former World champion.

JC: Why is he down here again? He was retired for all of 5 minutes and now he wants to be in the ring all the time!

RW: Ahh shut up. He just wants to finish what he started.

Fox continues to walk to the door as Colin pushes him away. All of sudden, O’Brien is dropped from a chair from behind. The camera pans up to reveal Fireball.

JC: That’s his own damned cousin! That sick bastard!

RW: I like it!

Fox and Fireball slap hands and Fox heads back up the ramp while Fireball sits down in O’Brien’s chair. Seth is screaming at him while Fireball claims innocence but this is costly for the challenger as Kaeneis has gotten back to his feet. Seth turns around and walks directly into a chokeslam by Kaeneis. Kaeneis holds on after the slam and chokes the hell out of Seth. He lifts him back up to his feet by his throat and delivers a second chokeslam. Kaeneis then begins to walk to the door, exactly where Fireball is sitting. Kaeneis points at him, Fireball smiles, and then Kaeneis turns, looks around and begins to climb up the side of the cage. Seth gets to his feet and notices the champ trying to escape. He reaches him in time and powerbombs the bigger man off the cage.

Seth grabs the champ’s legs and begins to lock in a figure four. He gets half way through the move, realizes the absurdity of the move, turns and drops a fist to his groin. A small smile comes around his face and he spreads the champ’s legs again and delivers another low blow. He now attempts to climb up the cage as well. Kaeneis stumbles to his feet and climbs up after him. Seth though kicks him in the face and sends him crashing to the mat. He follows it up by leaping and driving an elbow drop.

JC: Every time Seth gets on the cage, he’s jumping off the damned thing!

RW: How does he keep getting up?

Seth struggles but lifts the monster to his feet and whips him into the ropes. But Kaeneis returns with a massive clothesline that turns Seth inside out and upside down. Kaeneis shakes his head and climbs to the top himself. Seth gets to his feet and actually stumbles into the same corner as Kaeneis. The champ grabs him, lifts him onto the ropes with him and powers him into a devastating powerbomb. Seth clutches his stomach and begins to cough up blood that is mixed with the blood from his forehead.

JC: I can’t see Seth lasting much longer.

Kaeneis lifts the limp body of Seth to his feet and then over his head. He drops the challenger down and directly across his knee. Seth screams in pain as the camera shoots to a smiling Fireball.

JC: What changed in Fireball? What made him so sick!

RW: I don’t know but whoever wins this match is going be facing a very different Fireball.

Kaeneis drops multiple knees into the gut of Seth. Kaeneis lifts Seth over his shoulder and locks him into a hanging backbreaker. Seth struggles and finally fights out of the move, falls to the mat and hits a low blow on the champ. Both men are down as Seth begins to crawl to the door. Kaeneis gets to his and drags the challenger away from the door. He lifts him to his feet and hits the Remembrance Drop!

JC: It’s over!

Kaeneis looks down on the challenger. He clutches his groin again and walks to the door. The referee opens the door and Kaeneis begins to walk through when Fireball slams the door into the head of the World Champion.

RW: Holy shit!

Kaeneis falls back into a fetal position when Seth crawls over him. He stumbles and slides out of the door and the bells rings!

JC: What the?

RW: Fireball just won the match for Seth?!

Fireball looks down at the new World champion, smiles and throws the referee out of the way when he tried to raise his hand. Fireball’s smile fades and he reaches down for Seth. He tosses him back into the ring and drags Kaeneis out. He walks over to Seth who is trying to slide away as fast as possible. Fireball grins again and kicks him straight in the face. He then lifts the new World champion to his feet and drops him with the X-caliber! He leans over Dryden and says “This isn’t over. I just wanted to make sure it was your life I ruined this Friday. See ya at Inferno.” Fireball slaps the face of the unconscious World champion and begins to leave the ring. Kaeneis now stands at the door and looks at Fireball. Arsen Ayers comes down from the ramp and throws him into the cage, knocking him back out. Fireball exits the ring and shakes the hand of Ayers. Fireball kicks O’Brien in the face as he is getting up and the two walk back up the ramp where Fox and Dean are standing. They turn and raise their arms. Kaeneis comes back in the ring and knockes Fireball and Eric out of it. Standing alone now.