JC: Elijah already in the ring waiting for his opponent.

Haunted blares over the PA system. After a few moments of the song, Allison slowly makes her way towards the ring. A determined look is on her face, as she ignores the boos and cheers from them all. As she walks up the steel steps, she plays with her hair innocently. Entering between the top and middle rope, she gives the fans a glance at her tight butt.. Once getting in the center, Elija attacks her and the Ref calls for the bell

*** ding ding ding ***

Elijah puts the boots to her stomping and stomping away till she gets back to the ropes and the ref holds Elijah back.. Elijah shoves the ref aside and grabs Allison and lifts her up for s suplex but she drops behind and nails him with a reverse DDT. She gets to her feet as Rolan slowly gets up and she nails him with a mexican arm drag and Elijah rolls out of the ring. The fans boo him as he slowly circles the ring he turns to argue with a fan at ringside as the ref is counting him out. The fan yells back at him and he takes a step back about to hit the fan when Allison grabs him by the hair from inside the ring and pulls him up onto the apron. Elijah grabs her by the head and drops off the apron and her throat right across the top rope.

RW: Now there was a smart move by Elijah Rolan.

JC: For once I may almost kinda have to think about agreeing with you.

RW: Yeah I figured that.

Elijah rolls into the ring and off the ropes drops an elbow and covers.. One... two..... kickout. Elijah picks her up and shoots her of the ropes she comes back and baseball slides through his legs and grabs them he goes face down into the mat. She hops over and slaps on a headlock.. Elijah slowly to his feet shoves her off she goes off the ropes Allison ducking the clothsline comes back with a cross body block and a cover.. One... two... th kickout. Elijah to his feet with a clothsline Allison docks and grabs his arm and swings around for a crucifix rollup one.... two... kickout. Allison off the ropes charges Elijah he grabs her and pifts her up in the air almost press slam like and lets go as she falls front first to the mat. Elijah watches as she doubles over in pain. Elijah then grabs her and decides to try it again.. He shoots her off the ropes and she comes back and he shoves her up in the air she grabs him though and turns it into a tornado DDT and covers.. One.... Two... three kickout!

JC: What a fast paced match.

RW: These two gotta be running out of energy even this soon into it.

JC: Especially Allison Johnson.

Allison sits up and looks a the ref... Elijah grabs Allison by the arms and pulls her over for a pin.. One... two... thr kickout. Both to their feet and Elija with a HUGE clothsline to Allison Johnson. Elijah picks her up and goes for a suplex and again she drops down behind and puts him in a waist lock. Elijah reverses it into a waist lock from behind Aliison elbows him in the stomach and grabs him by the head and nails him with the Final Destination and the cover.. One........ Two....... Three.

*** DING DING DING ***

JC: Allison Johnson is the Number One contender for the US Title.

RW: ALright ladies and gentlemen she will be facing either one of two people.. Kamikazee, or Anishinabe.

Summers: "Coming down the ring... Weighing in at 197lbs... PRESIDENT AZREAL!!!"

"As the intro to "Get Back" by Ludacris begins, the lights dim, green and white lights flash around the arena. The words Trust and Believe apear on the titon tron as Venom appears at the top of the ramp. The lights begin to flash to the beat of "Get Back", as Venom makes his way to the ring."

Summers: "Coming down the ring... Weighing in at 305lbs... VENOM!!!"

"The bell rings, with both wrestlers up at each other. Venom pushes Azreal down to the mat. Venom laughs, as Azreal gets up from the ground. Venom picks Azreal up over his body and tosses him down to the mat. Venom then taunts to the crowd, as Azreal holds his stomach."

JC: "Azreal has no chance."

"Venom then walks over to Azreal... Venom grabs Azreal's hair and picks him up to his feet. However, when the ref isn't looking... Azreal low blows Venom. Azreal puts Venom into 'Contrat Signing!' Azreal then covers Venom..."

RW: "No way!"

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2..

3!!!

JC: "Holy SHIT!"

"Enter Sandman" by Metallica hits and the lights dim. Gold pyro explodes at the entrance way and a spotlight focuses on the stage. Kyle Murphy steps out into the spotlight, which follows him as he calmly walks down to the ring as the crowd cheers. At ringside Kyle steps up onto the apron. Stepping through the ropes, Murphy climbs into the ring. Going to the opposite corner of the ring, Kyle steps onto the second rope and does a couple of poses as the crowd cheers. He then steps down and gets set to go.

John Cartwright: Here we got with what will be the last match of one of these wrestlers.

Randy White: This should be a good one. With the history that these two have this one isn't going to end with one simple move or in five minutes.

Kyle Murphy and Agent Orange lock up to start off the match. Murphy gets the advantage kneeing Orange in the stomach. Murphy whips Orange against the ropes and goes for a backdrop but Orange kicks Murphy in the face. Murphy looks stunned but quickly responds by going for a clothesline. Orange ducks the clothesline and positions Murphy for a German suplex. Murphy elbows Orange in the face a couple of times before Orange releases the hold. Murphy bounces off the ropes and tries to hit a bulldog but Orange carries him in the air. Orange tries to throw Murphy but Murphy counters the move into a tornado DDT. Murphy gets to his feet first then crouches waiting for Orange to get to his feet. Once Orange gets to his feet Murphy goes for the Murphy's Law but Orange pushes him forward. Murphy bounces off the rope then Orange quickly puts a school boy on him.

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Kick out!!!

Both men take a second to get to their feet. Orange hits some right hands on Murphy but Murphy hits the same amount. Orange is somehow is able to maneuver Murphy into the corner. Orange climbs the second rope and starts to hit some right hands but Murphy pushes Orange off the second rope. Orange tries to climb the second rope again but Murphy grabs one of Orange's legs and pushes him over the top rope causing him to land on the outside. Murphy waits in the middle of the ring for Orange to get to his feet. Murphy takes a running start hitting a baseball slide to the chin of Orange. Murphy quickly gets to his feet and starts to search under the ring.

Randy White: Here we go with the weapons.

John Cartwright: What did you expect? For them not to use weapons?

Murphy reappears from under the ring with a ladder. Murphy has the ladder in his hands as he waits for Orange to stand. Murphy swings around trying to hit Orange but Orange ducks. Murphy after a spin ends up hitting the ladder into the ring post causing it to bounce back and hit Murphy in the face causing him to fall backwards with the ladder on top of him. Orange quickly gets to his feet and takes the ladder from on top of Murphy and places it between the apron and guard rail. It takes Orange a while to place the ladder properly and by the time he is done Murphy has gotten up. Murphy hits some blows but Orange just grabs him and throws him into the ring post. Orange helps Murphy to his feet then slides him underneath the bottom rope. Orange follows Murphy in and helps him to his feet. Orange positions Murphy for a powerbomb and starts to taunt the crowd. Before Orange can power bomb Murphy, Murphy reverses the hold and throws Orange over the top rope. Orange falls on the ladder and it starts to buckle and bends slightly. Murphy just lies on the inside of the ring while Orange has fallen off the battered ladder onto the outside floor.

Randy White: That is just unnatural; I've never seen a ladder bend like that.

John Cartwright: What about Agent Orange, he just had his moved hit into a ladder.

Murphy gets to his feet first then goes to the outside. Murphy leans against the ring post just staring at Orange as he holds his back in agony. After a few Moments Murphy kicks Orange in the back of the head and grabs the ladder that somehow still is on the guard rail and apron. Murphy tries to set up the ladder but quickly abandons it and tosses it to the side. By the time Murphy has discarded it Orange has got to his feet and kicks him in the stomach. Orange climbs on the apron as Murphy is still keeled over. Orange takes a running start and hits a legdrop onto the back of the neck of Murphy. It takes both men a while to get to their but Orange is able to get to his feet. Orange stumbles for a minute trying to regain composure then starts to search under the ring. Orange pulls out another ladder but quickly goes back searching underneath the ring. Orange reappears with a noose in his right hand. A huge smirk appears on his face as he sets the ladder up on the outside.

John Cartwright: I think everyone knows what Orange will do and this might just be taking the no disqualification match too far.

Orange helps Murphy to his feet and hits him with various clubbing blows. Orange kicks Murphy in the stomach but Murphy pushes Orange away then pushes him into the ring post. Orange holds his back as he starts to move towards Murphy, Murphy quickly kicks him in the stomach then hits a DDT. Murphy takes a second then starts to climb the ladder. After climbing halfway up the ladder Murphy realizes that Orange is climbing the opposing side. Murphy and Orange meet at the top of the ladder and exchange blows. Orange is able to maneuver Murphy to sit on the top of the ladder. Orange takes the noose that is in his hand and puts it around Murphy's neck, Murphy struggles to get it off but Orange is able to hit him with some devastating blows.

John Cartwright: Don't do it Orange! This is just too far. This is just an execution.

Orange tightens the noose around the neck of Murphy then starts to put it through the ladder. Orange positions himself behind Murphy with his feet on the top rung; Orange ties the other end of the noose on the top rope then pushes Murphy off the top of the ladder. Murphy struggles in agony as Orange keeps the ladder from falling over.

Randy White: Oh no, I can't believe Murphy is still moving. This is just sick seeing him swinging, it's just disturbing.

John Cartwright: It looks like Orange doesn't want to just end his career but his life.

Murphy struggles to get the noose off of his neck but eventually stops and just hangs motionless. Murphy starts to change colors. The referee is able to get Orange to stop and he knocks the ladder over and Murphy hits the outside floor with impact but still lies motionless.

Randy White: Finally someone has stepped in to stop this execution.

The referee goes over to Murphy checking his vitals then starts to give the signal to back for help and paramedics come running down to ringside. Orange just stands in the ring with a sadistic smile across his face. The paramedics quickly start to check Murphy's vitals then quickly place him on a stretcher. The crowd starts to boo as the paramedics wheel Murphy to the entranceway.

John Cartwright: This is just disgusting what Orange has done. He did things the coward's way out and may have seriously injured Murphy.

Randy White: Thank God, SFT officials stepped in before Orange killed Murphy. The fans may not like it but a man's health is more important than one match. It can be rescheduled any night.

Orange suddenly appears behind the paramedics with a steel chair and starts hitting them in the head. Both paramedics falls the ground in pain with streams of blood coming from their foreheads. Orange takes the stretcher with Murphy strapped down to it and pushes it back to the ring. The referee tries to intervene by stopping Orange but Orange punches the referee in the face. Orange picks the referee up and powerbombs him onto the outside floor. Murphy starts to show signs of life as he flails his legs trying to escape from the stretcher. Orange places Murphy next to the ring apron as he climbs the top turnbuckle.

John Cartwright: I can't believe Orange; he hits two paramedics and a referee that are just trying to do their jobs. Orange is taking this feud with Murphy way too far.

Orange jumps off hitting a flying elbow the stretcher with Murphy on it. The stretcher flies backwards and it lands on its side. Orange grabs the steel chair and starts to hit Murphy in the face. After a dozen shots streams of blood start to roll down his face. Orange takes the straps off of Murphy sliding him into the ring. Orange slides into the ring and covers Murphy for the pin. The referee is knocked out on the outside and Orange starts to look frustrated. Orange abandons the pin and goes to the outside helping the referee to his feet. Orange slides the referee into the ring then follows in and covers Murphy for the pin. The referee struggles.

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2...

Kick out!!!

Orange quickly sits up looking frustrated. Orange quickly takes the referee and throws him out of the ring. Orange goes back to Murphy and starts to kick him in the face. Murphy struggles to cover up but eventually is able to sit-up. Orange takes a running start and dropkicks Murphy in the face. Orange quickly backs off and goes to the outside of the ring. Orange searches underneath the ring. It takes him a while but he emerges with a bed on nails. Murphy by this time is on all fours struggling to get to his feet. Orange slides the bed on nails underneath the bottom rope and starts to search under the ring again. Orange emerges with a gasoline can in one hand and some matches. Orange slides into the ring with both in his hand. Murphy by this time is on his knees and starts to punch Orange in the ribs. Orange seems slightly fazed but hits a knee to the face of Murphy. Murphy quickly falls backward onto his back.

John Cartwright: I don't know what Orange has in mind but I don't know if it'll be able to rival what we've seen thus far.

Orange positions the bed of the nails in the middle of ring then douses it with gasoline lighting it on fire. Orange helps Murphy to his feet then punches him in the face. Orange positions Murphy for a powerbomb as Orange puts him in the air Murphy reverses the hold into a hurricanranna. Orange lands on the bed of nail holding his back in pain. Agent Orange lies on the bed of nails after the move but quickly moves off. Once Orange is off of the bed of nails it appears the fire has been put out.

Randy White: I can't believe Murphy was able to get off a move after all the punishment he has taken.

Murphy helps Orange to his feet then whips him into the corner. Murphy lifts up Orange placing him on the top rope. Murphy then climbs the second rope with his back to Orange, Murphy then grabs the head of Orange and tries to hit a Murphy's Law from the top rope but Orange is able to block the move causing Murphy to fall to the mat. Orange takes a second then stumbles off of the top rope covering Murphy for the pin.

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2...

Kick out!!!

Orange looks frustrated as he kicks the ropes, only seconds later orange's expression changes to one of satisfaction then he signals to the back. After twenty seconds Riley Thorne and Kayleigh Jameison slowly walk towards the ring.

John Cartwright: That must be why Orange agreed to a no disqualification match.

Randy White: So, LGP can interfere and cause Murphy his career.

Orange smiles as he looks at both of them he turns around and is super kicked. Murphy backs off a bit as he sees the two loaded gun members heading towards the ring as he stares at the Orange runs at him hitting a spear. Murphy lies on the mat facedown in pain as Kayleigh and Thorne approach the ring. Orange exits as he grabs two chairs from ringside giving them to Kayleigh and Thorne.

John Cartwright: I can't believe this Orange isn't even taking out Murphy; he is getting Thorne and Kayleigh to do it.

Orange steps onto the apron but Thorne grabs his leg and pulls him to the floor. Kayleigh floors him with a devastating chairshot to the face. Orange falls backwards onto the outside floor. Thorne helps Orange to his feet then hits the addiction on him. Kayleigh then helps him up and hits the Diamond Dust on him. After that both slide him into the ring.

Randy White: What the hell is happening? LGP just turned on Orange, does Murphy even know?

Orange and Murphy are both bloody as they lie on the mat motionless. Murphy shows the first signs of life as he gets to his feet. Murphy crouches as he waits for Orange to get to his feet. Once Orange does Murphy hits Murphy's Law. Murphy follows up for the pin.

1...

2...

3...

Murphy takes a second to get to his feet then sees both Loaded gun members coming into the ring. Orange still lies motionless as Thorne and Jameison approach Murphy. They stare each other down waiting.

Randy White: This should be good, two LGP members versus Kyle Murphy.

Both LGP members step back as Orange is on all fours trying to get to his feet. Suddenly, Murphy runs hitting an elbow drop to the back of Orange. Jameison and Thorne both start to stomp Agent Orange. All three continue to stomp him as he lies on the mat.

JC: What the Hell? Is Murphy...? No way! This can't be!

RW: It can't be, but I think it is!

As LGP continues to stomp away at Agent Orange, Kyle Murphy slides out of the ring and reaches under it.

JC: God, isn't this enough? What is he doing now?!

RW: He's looking for something and I think he's got it! It's... it's...

JC: A KENDO STICK?!

RW: That's what it is alright!

Murphy slides into the ring with the kendo stick in his right hand. He stands and begins to bark out instructions.

Kyle Murphy: Pick him up! Get his punk ass up!

Riley Thorne and Kayleigh Jameson oblige by bringing Agent Orange to his feet.

Kyle Murphy: That's right, hold him up!

JC: My God, no! Lord have mercy!

RW: I don't think Kyle's a Lord, partner!

Pulling back, Kyle Murphy cracks Agent Orange over the head with the cane and Thorne & Jameson let go of him, letting him drop backwards to the mat. A small trickle of blood runs across his head, growing increasingly more profuse. The crowd erupts into a near deafening chorus of boos as Murphy just looks down at the fallen Agent Orange, a cold smile on his face.

JC: Good God! This is disgusting! Agent Orange has been busted open, this isn't right! It just ain't right! They've already cost the man his job, now they're going to beat and humiliate him, too?!

RW: Talk about insult to injury!

Murphy now drops the kendo stick to the mat. He gives Kayleigh a hug, then shakes hands with Riley.

JC: This makes me SICK! Absolutely sick!

After shaking Thorne's hand, Kyle looks to the outside.

JC: Now what?! Hasn't he done enough?!

The ring announcer hands a microphone to Riley Thorne, who hands it to Kyle.

JC: Oh, now he has something to say.

The crowd continues to boo, but Murphy ignores them and waits for them to quiet down.

Kyle Murphy: Now, in case you moronic JADROOLS haven't figured it out yet...

This draws another loud chorus of boos, which Murphy must wait for to die down.

Kyle Murphy: The Superior One is now OFFICIALLY a member of SFT's SUPERIOR faction, the Loaded Gun Promotions!

The crowd boos this announcement.

Kyle Murphy: You see, Agent Orange here just wasn't cutting it. These guys, the LGP gave him EVERY OPPORTUNITY to take me out. And what did he do? He FAILED!

Kyle grins, drawing more boos.

Kyle Murphy: And where was he when Venom was attacking Riley and I? Nowhere to be found. He wasn't being a very good FRIEND to our pal Mr. Thorne here, now, was he? No, he let Riley Thorne and the LGP down AGAIN.

He turns to look at the bloodied Agent Orange again.

Kyle Murphy: Agent Orange, your job for Loaded Gun Promotions was to take ME out! That was the MISSION that they GAVE YOU! And yet you were NEVER able to ACCOMPLISH that mission! So eventually LGP saw the light! You couldn't take me out...

Kyle Murphy: BUT WE COULD TAKE YOU OUT!

The crowd goes into another booing frenzy.

Kyle Murphy: So they did the SMART thing. They recruited the man with the biggest GUNS in SFT and made set to TAKE OUT THE WEAK LINK! Agent Orange, that weak link was YOU! Time and time again you tried to get me out of your way. Time and time again you FAILED.

Kyle Murphy: See, Loaded Gun Promotions wanted me taken out. That was the task bestowed upon you. But you could never quite get the job done, could you? So they decided that SOMEONE had to get TAKEN OUT around here. And why not take out... THE TRASH!

This gets the loudest boos yet as Murphy continues to berate Agent Orange.

Kyle Murphy: So now do you see what happens when you fight The Law? THIS is what happens! Orange, do you remember all that stuff I was telling Riley before our match? Asking if he understood? Well guess what... he understood. He understood that YOU were useless, that you COULD NOT beat MY LAW!

Kyle hands the mic over to Riley Thorne.

Riley Thorne: Agent Orange... old pal... guess what? You are a complete... and utter... FAILURE! There is no ROOM in Loaded Gun for FAILURES! I wanted you to take THIS man out, but you JUST... COULDN'T... DO IT! So I had to make the TOUGH choice. I had to take YOU out. See, I did realize something. Kyle made me realize it. I realized that HE, Kyle Murphy- UNLIKE YOU- was a man capable of GETTING... THE JOB... DONE!

Another loud ringing of boos from the crowd.

Riley Thorne: I no longer had need for a worthless piece of CRAP like you. I wanted someone capable of TAKING SOMEONE OUT. Clearly, Agent Orange, you were not your man. So I had to cut you loose.

Riley Thorne: Good bye, old friend.

Kyle takes the mic back.

Kyle Murphy (chuckles): Have fun on the unemployment line, loser.

Murphy laughs and drops the mic on Agent Orange's chest. All of LGP laughs at Agent Orange as they step through the ropes and out of the ring. They are all smiling and laughing as they walk up the ramp.

JC: This is appalling! Kyle Murphy has joined LGP and now they're walking away all smiles after they've just left a man battered and beaten!

RW: And unemployed! Don't forget unemployed!

JC: God, I wish I could. I hope they're proud of themselves!

RW: Uh, I think they ARE. That's kind of the POINT.

JC: Good Lord, this is just WRONG. I cannot believe what I have just seen. Let's just move on, please let's move on.

John: And here we go, the match that many believe could very well be the show stealer tonight.

Randy: This had the potential to be excellent under normal circumstances, but throw in the personal problems between Thorne and O'Toole, not to mention the I Quit stipulation, and you've got a guaranteed slobberknocker on your hands.

John: Wait, Thorne and O'Toole? Don't you mean O'Toole and O'Toole? Randy: Hell no, this is all confusing enough as it is.

Thorne and Aliisa stare each other down, neither one wanting to take their eyes off each other. The referee quickly explains the rules, despite knowing that neither competitor needs to be reminded, and calls for the bell. Riley and Allisa lock up, with Thorne gaining the early advantage. He forces Aliisa into the corner, and pushes her against the turnbuckle, as the referee calls for a break, knowing that he can't call a disqualification. Riley backs away, but immediately comes back in with a big clothesline, driving Allisa's body into the ringpost. She stumbles out, and Thorne catches her in his arms, delivering a belly to belly suplex that launches Allisa across the ring!

John: Thorne with the early advantage, and I think it's obvious that he wants to hurt Allisa as much as possible.

Randy: Well he's gonna get his chance here, he can do just about anything and the referee can't do jack shit

Thorne advances on Allisa, as she gets back to her feet. He comes in with a right hand, but Allisa ducks it, and as Riley turns to face her, she brings him down with a Standing STO! Thorne falls, his back crashing against the mat, and Allisa mounts him, laying into him with rights and lefts. The referee tries to pull her off, but to no avail, as Aliisa shoves the referee away. Finally, she lets off, and goes to the outside of the ring and to the announce table, where she picks up a steel chair and the ringbell, tossing them into the ring.

Randy: I guess Aliisa doesn't want to waste any time here John: but look, Thorne's back to his feet!

And sure enough, Thorne has gotten back to his feet, and as Allisa slides under the ropes and into the ring, she is caught with a leg drop to her neck from Thorne, who wastes no time in lifting up his opponent, dropping her with a Double Arm DDT! He looks around, spotting the steel chair, and smiles. Quickly, Thorne picks up the chair, and stalks Allisa, who is completely unaware that Thorne has picked up the weapon. He gets to her feet, turns around, and is met with a sickening shot to the skull!! She collapses, and Thorne, who has actually been knocked back slightly from the force of the shot, laughs loudly at what he's done.

Randy: Did you see that?! I can't remember the last time I saw a chair shot so violent!

John: I think it's obvious that with the distain Thorne has for Allisa, that's far from the worst thing we're gonna see in this match.

Thorne drops the chair, intentionally positioning it in the centre of the ring, before picking up Allisa, who is visibly dazed from the shot, and putting her in position for a suplex. He lifts her, and holds her in position for a good ten seconds, only to drop her violently on the chair! Allisa bounces off the steel, letting out a scream of pain, as Thorne looks down at her. He shakes his head, indicating that he's far from done, and slides outside, and looks underneath the ring. He continues to do this for a moment, then finds what he's looking for. He reaches in, and pulls out a variety of weapons, including a ladder, a fire extinguisher and a table! He hurls the latter two objects in the ring, and begins to push the ladder in too, not seeing that Allisa is back to her feet and ascending the top rope. Wasting no time, she flies off, nailing the ladder with a leg drop and sending the other end into Riley's chin! He tumbles backwards, and Allisa comes off the ropes and leaps over the top with a perfect somersault plancha!!

John: This is definitely turning out to be one helluva match, and neither competitor is showing any signs of wanting to quit!

Randy: Right now I'd be surprised if this match ever ends, the way these two are going!

Allisa begins to kick at Riley, who's still reeling from the ladder shot. She reaches into the ring and pulls out the fire extinguisher and the ring bell, holding one in each hand. As Riley gets up, she throws the bell to him, and as he catches it, she knocks it into his face with the fire extinguisher!! Riley goes down, and the match looks to be back in Allisa's control as she grabs the ladder, positioning it so that it lines up with the ramp way. As the crowd cheer this, Allisa begins to climb the ladder, all the while keeping her eyes fixed on Thorne, who is struggling to get back to his feet. Allisa finally reaches the top of the ladder, and as Riley struggles to get to his feet, she dives off with a somersault splash, BUT RILEY MOVES, AND ALLISA FLIES OVER THE BARRIER AND INTO THE CROWD!!!

John: HOLY SHIT, DID YOU SEE THAT?!!

Randy: Allisa may have broken her back with that move, she crash-landed right on the ground, and that's all concrete folks, no padding

Thorne gets to his feet, and looks at Allisa, who hasn't moved since hitting the ground. He smiles sadistically, and climbs over the barrier, picking up an electrical cord along the way. He approaches Allisa, and wraps the cord around her neck, choking her out with it! Unable to fight back, Alisa simply limps as Riley continues to choke her, screaming for her to quit the whole time. Eventually, he lets off, and grabs her by the hair, pulling her unceremoniously through the crowd, his face now becoming bloodied from the bell shot. As he carries Allisa, Thorne takes the opportunity to ram her head into anything he happens to walk past, including a metal door and a piece of steel grating. After a few minutes, they find themselves backstage, and Thorne drops Allisa, looking for more weapons. Before long, he finds what he's looking for; a large wrench, which he waves around himself like a sword. He picks Allisa up, and props her lifeless body against a wall, before coming in with the wrench, aiming for her head. Out of nowhere, Allisa ducks, and kicks Thorne right in the crotch, before dropping him with a big DDT onto the concrete floor!!!

John: Allisa just escaped a dangerous situation there

Randy: Too bad Thorne couldn't escape it

Both Riley and Allisa lie motionless on the ground, as the referee finally finds his way to them. Neither one of them show any sign of movement, until finally, Thorne begins to roll onto his front, his face quickly turning crimson. Slowly Allisa does the same, and after minutes, they both stumble to their feet, each one locking eyes with the other. Smiling, Thorne steps in, as Allisa does the same, and they begin to trade punches, each one doing more damage than the last. Finally, this fight is broken as Allisa ducks one of Riley's shots, picking up the wrench as she does so. Riley spins around, and as he does so, Allisa comes in with the wrench, DRIVING IT INTO HIS ABDOMEN, AND THORNE GOES DOWN ONTO HIS KNEES!!!

Not satisfied, Allisa gives Thorne a second shot, this one to the back, and Thorne hit's the floor face first, his breathing getting slower and heavier. Allisa gets to her knees, and looks down at her near-lifeless nephew, the weapon now at her feet. She gets back up, and goes out of sight, coming back a moment later with a cardboard box in her arms. She drops the box, and opens it up, revealing it to be filled up with light tubes! She pulls a few out, and lays them on the back of Thorne's head, before slowly climbing a nearby stack of crates, and pointing down at Thorne. As the crowd begin to boo loudly from the arena, she leaps off, DROPPING ALL HER WEIGHT ONTO THE LIGHTTUBES, SMASHING THEM ON THORNE'S HEAD!!

Randy: Holy fuck, did you see that?!

John: This match is taking a turn for the worse right here, no doubt about it

Riley's body slumps, and Allisa's tumbles to the ground, though she is obviously in a better condition at this point, as evidenced by the fact that she gets up far quicker. She pulls Thorne to his feet, and drags him to the box of light tubes, which are looking increasingly dangerous. She hooks him up for a suplex, looking to drive him back first into the box, but as she does so, Thorne finally shows some life, and begins to fight out, finally nailing a knee to Allisa's stomach. She goes down on one knee, and Thorne takes advantage, showing her head between his legs. Managing a grin through his bloodied face, he lifts her into a crucifix, signalling for the Addiction. As Allisa tries to struggle out, Riley falls forward, AND TWIRLS ALLISA INTO A FACE FIRST CRUCIFIX POWERBOMB, THROWING ALLISA'S HEAD INTO THE TUBES!!!

Her face now lying in the shattered remains of dozens of glass tubes, Allisa's body remains utterly motionless, as Thorne sees his chance to exact some proper revenge. However, instead of going back on the attack, Thorne drags Allisa by the legs towards the parking lot, her body now a dead weight after being dropped with the Addiction. Once they reach the parking lot, Riley lets go of Allisa, and walks away, directly towards a car parked nearby. As Allisa once again struggles to her feet, her face now as bloodied as that of her opponent, she hears the sound of an engine revving. Turning, she comes face to face with Thorne, who's staring at her through the windshield of the car. Almost instantly, Thorne presses down on the gas, AND DRIVES RIGHT AT ALLISA, WHO BARELY MOVES OUT OF THE WAY!!!

Randy: What the fuck is wrong with you Thorne?

John: he's snapped, there's no other explanation. He has totally flipped here

The car comes to an abrupt halt, and Riley jumps out, looking as though he has a sudden second wind. His eyes now filled with an almost demented look, he brings out a lead pipe with him, and without a moment's hesitation, he drives the pipe between the eyes of his Auntie Allisa, who hit's the concrete once more. With the look still plastered across his face, Riley picks up Allisa, and hoists her onto his shoulders, carrying her towards the stationary car and dumping her inside of it. He stares at her lifeless body, and screams through the window.

Thorne: Enjoy the ride, bitch! Enjoy the ride!!

Thorne reaches down, and picks up a brick from the ground. He opens up the driver's door, and places the brick on the accelerator, before turning the key and starting the car. It drives off instantly, and as Thorne watches on with glee, the car continues forward, BEFORE SMASHING INTO THE SIDE OF A LIMOUSINE!!! The car crumples on impact, and Riley laughs, so ludly that it can be heard all through the parking lot. He walks towards the car, knowing in his mind that Allisa must be done by now. He finally reaches the vehicle, and looks inside the now totalled inside, only to find it empty. Shocked, Thorne turns around, just in time to catch a roundhouse kick to the gut, followed quickly by a second to the side of the head. Thorne hit's the deck, staying up only long enough to see the reddened face of Allisa O'Toole, brandishing a length of steel chain. She circles Thorne, then begins her assault, whipping Thorne repeatedly with the chain, each shot prompting a howl of anguish that is echoed by the watching crowd in the arena. After a good few minutes of this, Allisa wraps the chain around her fist, and mounts Thorne, before letting loose with a flurry of vicious chain-aided shots to the forehead of Riley!!!!

Perhaps showing mercy, Allisa lets off, but it doesn't last long, as she ties the chain around Thorne's neck, and begins to tug him away from the parking lot and back towards the arena. In her state, it takes Aliisa a good amount of time to get back inside, but once she gets there, she picks up Thorne, and whips him into a concrete wall with the chain!! As Thorne stumbles out, she does it again, into another wall, then back into the first wall, until Thorne loses the ability to stand up. Looking around for something else with which to injure Thorne, Allisa spots a pane of glass conveniently propped up nearby. She drags Thorne towards it, and leans him against it, his body barely able to keep itself upright. While all this is going on, Allisa positions herself a few metres from Thorne, then charges in with a spear, but Thorne shoulder tackles her to the floor!!

Randy: Now it's Thorne's turn to escape defeat

John: Right now I really fear for Allisa's safety.

Randy: And yet you were fine when she was being driven into a limo?

Thorne falls away from the glass, landing on his hands and knees. As Allisa lifts herself back up, she doesn't see Thorne get back up, and as she turns, Thorne flies in with a super kick, KNOCKING ALLISA THROUGH THE GLASS, WHICH SHATTERS INTO THOUSANDS OF SHARDS!!!

Randy: No way can this match still be going on after that shot there!

Both Allisa and Thorne tumble to the ground, neither of them looking like they have anything left. They stay this way for a number of minutes, as the referee looks over them, thinking of stopping the match. As this thought crosses his mind, though, it's put to an end as Allisa and Thorne once again get back to their feet, this time far more slowly than any time before. Thorne spots Allisa getting up, and calls her on, before backing away and walking back in the direction of the ring. Allisa follows in hot pursuit, her eyes fixed on Thorne, who seems hell bent on getting back to the ring. Eventually, he does so, and the crowd cheer the re-emergence of the two of them. Falling to his knees as he reaches the ramp, Thorne turns to Allisa, who has broken into a run, pieces of glass still stuck in her body. She charges at Thorne, who still has enough sense in him to block this. He lifts Allisa into a fireman carry, and with one look towards the ground, he lifts her over his head into a Death Valley Driver onto the ramp way!!

Now the only once standing, Riley walks towards the ring, and goes underneath once again, pulling out a small brown bag, a box of matches and a canister of petrol! He throws these items into the ring, and goes under once more, this time retrieving a baseball bat thickly wrapped in barbed wire and a two tables, one of which looks to be made of glass! He chucks these under the bottom rope, and walks around the ring, picking up a microphone from the announce table.

John: Looks like Riley thinks Allisa's ready to say I Quit

Randy: I don't know how the hell these two are still alive after the beatings they've taken from each other. Surely one of them's gotta quit sooner or later?!

Riley slides into the ring, as Allisa finally makes it there herself. They both get up, having to use the ropes for support, and once again, Riley calls Allisa on, but this time, he doesn't back off. She walks towards him, and as he throws a right hand, she ducks once more, and hit's a textbook neck breaker from behind, a move that in most cases wouldn't be too deadly, but this time keeps Riley down.

Allisa looks around, seeing all the weapons Riley's brought in. She picks up one of the wooden tables, and sets it up near the turnbuckle, before dragging Thorne onto it, and climbing up to the top rope. Signalling for the end, ALLISA LEAPS OFF, AND HITS HER WHIRLING DERVISH THROUGH RILEY AND THE TABLE!!

Managing to get up quickly, Allisa picks up the microphone and the barbed wire bat, and mounts Riley, shoving the microphone into his face. She shouts at Riley, screaming for him to quit, but Riley says nothing, desperately trying to fight out. Allisa looks at the bat, then smashes it into Thorne's face, bloodying him up even more. Still Riley shows no signs of quitting, and Allisa gets off him, thinking of a way to finish him off properly. As she does this though, Riley crawls towards her, and brings her down by the legs, and locks in a Sharpshooter!!

Randy: This has to be it! No way can Allisa keep fighting after everything she's gone through, and now she's in a Sharpshooter! John: You forget, she's already been thrown into glass and driven into a car tonight. But I can see what you're saying, I don't know how she's surviving all this torment.

Allisa screams out, but this only encourages Riley, who leans back, grabbing the ropes for leverage. Now it's his turn to scream, as he shouts for Allisa to give up, to quit, but Allisa refuses to quit, despite her body beginning to shake from the pain. She begins to crawl towards the ropes, and finally manages to get under them, breaking up the hold. Riley swears loudly, his face now dripping with crimson, and sets up a second table, opening the can of petrol at the same time.

John: Shit, there is no way this can be good

Randy: What're you doing, Riley? I know this is I Quit, but surely even you have your limits?

Proving this theory totally wrong, Thorne coats the table in petrol, then pulls out a match from the box, lighting it. He stares at the flame, watching it flicker on the end of the stick, before letting it fall onto the table. It goes up in flames instantly, bathing the ring in an orange glow. He laughs, and brings Allisa back towards him, dragging her up by the hair. He pushes her head between his legs, and lifts her for the Addiction. But before he can put her through the flaming table, Aliisa counters, punching Thorne in the head, BEFORE TURNING HERSELF AROUND AND THROWING HIM THROUGH THE TABLE WITH THE MONEY BOOM!!!

John: My God, I can not believe my damn eyes! Thorne just went right through that damn flaming table, and it has got to be over Randy: Just quit, Riley, just quit. No number of title shots, no amount of revenge is worth this kind of suffering!

Riley rolls to the outside, his clothes now on fire. EMT's rush to the ring carrying fire extinguishers that put out the fire, but as they move towards Riley, he shoves won away, shouting that he hasn't quit yet. As he protests with the personnel, Allisa sets up the final table; the glass one, and the ladder that was seen at the beginning of the match. Once this is done, she reaches for the small bag, and empties it's contents onto the glass table, those contents being none other than thumbtacks. On doing this, she picks up the barbed wire bat, and lays it on the table for good measure. Riley clambers back into the ring, and as he does so, Allisa begins to ascend the ladder, beckoning Riley on. Throwing caution to the wind, he obliges, and climbs along with her, seeing this as perhaps his last chance to finish his estranged aunt off. Once they reach the top, Allisa and Riley begin to exchange blows, each one causing visible damage. Eventually, Allisa gets the upper hand, and locks Thorne into a superplex position, going for the kill. As she motions to finish him off, however,. Riley manages to punch his way out, and finds himself underneath Allisa, twenty feet in the air. He lifts her into a crucifix, and shouts €˜It's Over!' to the crowd, BEFORE COMING OFF THE LADDER WITH THE ADDICTION, DRIVING ALLISA TWENTY FEET DOWN INTO THE GLASS TABLE AND TACKS, WHICH CRASH ON IMPACT!!!

John: OH.....MY....GOD!!

Randy: That's it, it's all over now. No way can this match go on any longer.

Thorne slowly reaches out to the microphone, pulling himself towards Allisa. He looks down at her, and shoves the mic into her face. She looks up at the rafters, and quietly utters the words €˜I Quit' into the microphone, as the referee calls for the bell to be rung.

Announcer: Here is your winner, RIIIIILEEEEY THOOOOOORNE!!!!

John: It's over. So much suffering, and it's finally over Randy: And amongst all the bloodshed, all the pain, we finally have a winner.

Riley crawls to his feet, holding himself up with the ropes, and looks out at the crowd, many of which are on their feet and applauding both competitors. Thorne edges to the turnbuckle, and raises his arms, not seeing Allisa climb to her feet behind him. She finds her senses, and creeps up behind Thorne, before pulling him off the turnbuckle, and jumping up on his shoulders, bringing him down with the Money Boom!

John: How could she do that? That... that bitch! Allisa puts a foot on Thorne's back and stands over him like a proud hunter on his kill.

Randy: Shit... You know what? I think she's going to tell everyone who killed his parents now! With him down and out! This is going to crush him!

O'Toole: Thorne wants all the answes and I made a promise. I thought and I pondered to the point where it hurt, but I just couldn't think of a way to tell him. So I figured I wouldn't and I'll let someone else do my job. [she shrugs] It sounds good enough to me.

The crowd boos.

O'Toole: So who killed Thorne's mommy and daddy? Was it his Aunty Last Legend? Nawwwww... Was it a suicide pact?

She pauses.

O'Toole: ...Naawwww.

She laughs and the crowd boos louder.

O'Toole: If you boo me again - I'm just going to leave right now. Okay?

They shut up. But she still looks furious. Slowly, she walks around the ring.

O'Toole: I don't think I'm going to tell you now. But I'll give Riley a huge hint to help him on his way... A HUGE hint, a blatant wink... a kick in the right direction...

She pauses and laughs. Then she pauses again and laughs with herself.

O'Toole: Yup... That's right... Jeff... King! Surprised? Heh. Thorne, the man has blood on his hands. I think you should check out what he was doing the night you lost your parents... because the fucker knows. I do too...

Allisa looks around.

O'Toole: But I don't wanna.

The Wreckoning plays and she abruptly leaves the ring.

RW: Some matches ladies and gentelmen are made in heaven, some made in hell, this particular upcoming match was made in purgatory. Two men both headed in different directions.

The bell rings and both men just stand in their respective corners. Kabal looks around to the crowd as they chant XCW, XCW, XCW. But Nirvana rushes Kabal and nails him with a clothesline cutting the chant short.

Kabal holds his neck, and Nirvana begins to stomp away on the neck and head of Kabal. The crowd cheers on Nirvana, and Nirvana whips Kabal off of the ropes. Kabal comes back to me met with a sleeper hold by Nirvana. Nirvana applies more power to Kabal, and Kabal falls to one knee. The ref checks on Kabal. He falls to both knees.

JC: Kabal might be out here. This could be quick.

The ref checks on Kabal. Kabal gets a second wind, and he lifts Nirvana up and hits him with a suplex. Both men are down. Kabal begins to move. He gets to his feet. He grabs Nirvana, and he begins to punch him in the face. Nirvana fights back, when suddenly Kabal hits a DDT absolutely out of nowhere.

RW: hail mary be her name.

Kabal stands dazed but knows this is his chance. He goes on the offensive. First a knee drop off the second rope. Followed by a drop toe hold, then flying headbutt off the top rope. He covers 1.......2....kickout at the last moment by Nirvana. Kabal with an implant DDT followed by a reverse summersault off the ropes. He again covers 1....2...kickout. Kabal is shocked Nirvana kicked out.

JC: Im with Kabal I don't know how Nirvana keeps kicking out.

Kabal Picks up Nirvana. Kabal throws him out the ring. Kabal now gets out the ring. he picks up Nirvana up and puts him on the Spanish announcer table, then throws him off. Kabal takes the cover off the table then takes the tv's off. Then takes the cover off the SFT announcement table. Kabal beats on Nirvana's head. Nirvana is now bleeding. Kabal puts Nirvana on the table then Kabal gets on the table, then powerbombs Nirvana from the SFT table over to the Spanish Announcent table!

RW: Holy shit!

JC: Nivana is half dead.

Kabal pics Nirvana up and then throws him in the ring. Kabal pics Nirvana up then Powerbomb him once. Pick him up powebombs him twice.

RW: This is brutality at its most beautiful.

Kabal decides its time to end it. He climbs the ropes and is going for an elbow drop ala Macho Man, and he flies off with pristine elegance, which if you know Kabal then you know its not something he has much off. But Nirvana somehow moves a bit to his right and lifts up a single leg. Nailing the flying Kabal right in the kisser. Kabal falls harsh and Nirvana lays a dying arm on Kabal as the ref counts 1...2....3.

JC: Wow Nirvana pulled that one out of a hat. I guess magic does exist.

RW: Miracles too cause the way it looked Kabal had it made. Great match though by both competitors.

JC: "Reaper taking control."

"Reaper applies more pressure, as Jude holds his right arm up... Trying to reach for the ropes. Saint Jude's arm slowly drops, as it looks like he passes out."

RW: "This isn't a submission match Reaper."

JC: "Yes sir, this is a first blood... However, if Jude can't fight... Reaper has an advantage then."

"Reaper flashes a sinister grin, as he continues to choke out Jude. Reaper lets go, and starts to stomp on Jude's forehead... Attempting to make him bleed. He stops after a few more kicks, and picks Jude back up. Jude regains some energy, and starts to jab Reaper in the face... Jude and Reaper begin to exchange blow after blow. Jude kicks Reaper in the gut, and puts him into a Double Arm DDT. Reaper feels his forehead, to see if there is blood... No blood."

JC: "Oh, Reaper went face first too."

"Saint Jude rolls out of the ring, and reaches under the ring... Reaper gets up and runs right at Jude. Reaper lands a baseball slide on Jude, and Jude flies back with chair in hand. Reaper rolls out of the ring, and grabs the chair from Jude. Reaper attempts to bash Jude's head in, but Jude rolls out of the way. Reaper continues, but Jude keeps dodging... Suddenly, Jude trips Reaper down. Jude then gets up, and kicks Reaper in the gut. Jude snatches the chair from Reaper, and starts to choke Reaper with the end of the chair. Reaper's feet start to kick, as Jude continues to choke him out."

JC: "I think he is trying to kill Reaper!"

"Reaper kicks Jude in the nuts, and Jude falls down... Dropping the chair. Reaper gets up, while breathing in all the air he can. Reaper walks over to the announcers table.."

JC: "What is he doing!?"

RW: "I don't know, and I am not waiting to find out."

"Reaper pushes John out of his chair and grabs it. Randy starts to laugh at John, while Reaper walks over to Jude. Saint Jude gets up, with the help of his chair. The two wrestlers have chairs, and both of them swing at each other... Both of them hit each others chair. Jude kicks Reaper in the gut, and smacks Reaper in the forehead with the chair!"

RW: "Oh, it may be over!"

"Reaper wipes his forehead, but only gets sweat. Jude looks down at Reaper and smacks him across the face again... This time... Reaper's forehead is covered with blood. The bell rings."

RW: Looks like these two aren’t even waiting to get to the ring.

Drogden nails a chair over Accountant, and drags Accountant by the hair to the ring, but along the way, uses the steel barrier to throw Accountant against. Accoutant gets thrown in the ring. As Drogden is getting in, Accountant gets up and grabs the ropes and uses it to fling Drogden in the ring. Accountant now with a facebuster on Drogden. He follows it up with a side suplex.

JC: Looks like Accountant is adding up the injuries on Drogden.

RW: Very funny not!

Accountant tries a figure four leg lock but Drogden kicks him in the face. Drogden now with an Axe Kick. Drog hits a snap powerbomb. He covers 1…2…kickout. Drogden gets the ropes and hits his moonsault. Drogden is on fire now hitting an elbow drop then 720 DDT Drogden can smell the momentum. Drogden climbs the ropes and goes for his frog splash. He flies off the ropes but Accountant moves out of the way. And Drogden hits nothing but mat.

JC: Ouch, someone call ET, Drogden needs healing.

Drogden slowly gets up only to get a running powerbomb by Accountant.

RW: Wow that shook the whole ring.

Accountant gets on the turnbuckle and waits, Drogden slowly gets up and as he turns around he gets the Write Off from the ropes. Accountant covers 1, 2, kickout.

Accountant now hits his Guilty as Charged but again only gets a 2 count. Accountant with a running powerbomb.

RW:: Damn, Drogden is taking punishment and then some.

Accountant hits another running powerbomb.

JC: Wow im surprised Drogden is withstanding this onslaught, takes power to kick out of that punishment.

Accountant gets up and shakes his head even he cant believe it. He climbs the ropes and flies off with his No Chance. He crawls over to the battered Drogden and the ref counts 1, 2, 3.

RW: And Accountant gets the win, in an impressive win, but then again Drogden took the onslaught and finally got worn out.

JC: Yeah but a great match anyway by both men.

The lights go out as Gods of Thunder starts to play. The Angel of Death starts to slowly walk down to the ring. He climbs the ring steps as the lights go back on. AOD then climbs over the top rope and enters the ring.

Amanda Summers: and his opponent... the SFT Hardcore Champion... from St. Paul, Minnesota... Manix!

I Stand Alone plays over the PA system as the arena goes black. The Omega Infinity symbol flashes across the screen as strobe lights slowly pulse across the entrance. The Strobes slow in speed until Manix steps out. He stalks towards the ring. Once at the ring he slowly climbs up the stairs. Once at the top he takes off his shirt and then enters the ring. AOD rushes Manix and corners him, he then starts lifting Manix up and choking him in the corner, AOD rises his right leg up and uses it to choke the life out of his opponent. Removing his foot from Manix's throat, AOD takes a step back, grabs Manix's arm and whips him across the ring, into the opposite corner. Following in, AOD strikes Manix hard with an avalanche splash.

RW: Manix has just been squished... squashed... flattened, even!

JC: After that, there's no need for proper grammar, in my opinion.

Charging across the ring, holding that chair into him, AOD prepares to crash against Manix's muscular body, only to have Manix emerge from the corner with an explosive punch that knocks the chair back into AOD's head.

JC: Oh, whoa!

RW: AOD nearly had his damn head knocked off his shoulders!

JC: Far from that. He almost had his head smashed-in!

While Manix lays in the corner, resting, and AOD is down to both of his knees. Hooking a leg, Manix motions for the referee to start the count.

1.....

2.....

Kickout!

RW: Very luckily, AOD kicks out!

JC: Luck had nothing to do with it. He had enough power to strengthen his way out and that's what he did.

Grabbing AOD's head and picking him up, Manix pounds on his skull with some stiff forearm shots; each one knocking AOD into a daze. Throwing himself into the ropes, Manix returns with a mighty clothesline that knocks AOD completely off his feet. Straddling AOD, Manix begins to severely strike AOD's skull with fist-after-fist, until AOD is trying to cover himself. Up to his feet, Manix bounces off the ropes again and returns with a leaping elbowdrop across AOD's chest.

RW: Not finished there, Manix is again up to his feet and bouncing off the ropes. He comes back, stops and...

Dropping down, Manix hopes to land a fistdrop on AOD's head. Unfortunately, AOD is able to move out of the way, causing Manix to land on the same hand he injured earlier in the match. AOD goes for a super-kick, but Manix grabs his foot, and reverses it into the Hellride! Then he goes for the pin!

RW: Hellride!

1.....

2.....

3!!

JC: Manix retains the Hardcore belt!

Randy White: This time, is the US Title that's at stake, and we're just about ready for action, so lets send it up to our ring announcer, Jonathan Knight.

The lights in the arena go down, except for the light spotlight shining down on Jonathan Knight in the middle of the ring.

Jonathan Knight: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall, and is for the Strike Fantasy Towers United States Heavyweight Championship.

Introducing first, the challenger, standing 6'4'' tall and weighing in at 256lbs, Anishinabe!

The camera turns to face the entrance ramp as "Life Or Death" by C.murder blasts over the PA System. Anishinabe walks out onto the entrance stage to the cheers of the crowd, sporting his trademark blue Tommy Hilfiger pants and Nike running shoes. He walks slowly down the ramp and climbs into the ring, awaiting his opponent as the camera turns back to Jonathan Knight.

Jonathan Knight: Introducing his opponent, standing 6 feet tall, and weighing in at 180lbs, he goes into this match as the reigning and defending SFT United States Champion, as well as being one half of the SFT World Tag Team Champions, Kamikaze!

The fans erupt as we hear the sound of a gong over the PA System, signalling the entrance of the US Champion. The Offspring's "Original Prankster" starts to play as the gong fades away, as coloured spotlights swirl around the darkened arena.

As the line in the song that goes "Until the break of dawn" plays over the PA System, Kamikaze enters the arena, accompanied by his manager and fiancée, Rebecca Saint. He has the gleaming US Championship belt strapped around his waist, and his SFT Tag Team Title belt over his left shoulder. The two of them spend a few seconds dancing around on the stage before making their way down to the ring.

Upon entering the ring, Kamikaze climbs up each turnbuckle in turn, showing off his two pieces of championship gold to the fans in attendance. As he climbs down from the last turnbuckle, the lights in the arena return to normal, and the entrance music fades away. Kamikaze hands his Tag Team belt to Rebecca Saint before unfastening his US Title belt from his waist and handing it to the referee, who raises it above his head before calling for the bell to start the action.

John Cartwright: A great match in prospect here Randy. On the one hand, you have Kamikaze, a double champion in SFT right now, and a man keen to keep that status, and on the other, you have Anishinabe, who is looking for his first taste of gold here in SFT, and will do whatever it takes to get it.

Randy White: You have to also consider one other factor in Anishinabe's favour, and that's his size advantage. He may not be the biggest guy in the world, but he has a four-inch height advantage and a near 80lb weight advantage over our US Champ, and that could be a big difference maker tonight.

The two men stand together in the middle of the ring, both with their eyes locked on each other, as Randy White's comment on the size difference is perfectly illustrated. After 10 seconds or so, Anishinabe breaks the deadlock with a vicious left hand to the head, but Kamikaze fights back with a chop to the chest, and hand-to-hand battle ensues.

John Cartwright: Nothing technical so far here, but who cares. These guys are ripping into each other in pursuit of that US Title.

Breaking away from the fistfight, Kamikaze manages to get enough space to nail his challenger with a standing enziguiri, which stuns Anishinabe long enough for Kamikaze to bounce off the ropes and connect with a Lou Thesz press, taking both men to the ground, but when the champion tries to follow up with some punches, Anishinabe simply pushes him off like a rag doll.

Randy White: That's the size advantage that I mentioned earlier coming into play. Kamikaze can't afford to allow himself to be drawn into a brawl here, because it'll cost him that US belt. He's gotta try to stick and move, counter Anishinabe's strength with superior speed and reflexes.

John Cartwright: Could be easier said than done Randy, when you're being stalked by someone so much bigger than you, it's not always possible to get enough space for those kind of attacks.

Randy White: True, but Kamikaze isn't US Heavyweight Champion for no reason, he'll have his strategy for this match firm in his mind.

Sensing a chance to build some serious momentum, Anishinabe whips Kamikaze into the ropes and slams a big boot straight into his face, following it up with a leg drop right across Kamikaze's throat. Anishinabe then switches his assault downstairs, applying a figure four leg lock.

John Cartwright: That's pretty smart right there from Anishinabe, he knows that if he can damage Kamikaze's legs, then that's gonna take away any speed advantage that the champ may have, making him easier prey for the high impact moves of Anishinabe.

Kamikaze is fighting hard against the figure four; using everything he can to drag himself closer to the ropes, inch by inch. Finally he gets there and Anishinabe reluctantly breaks the hold. As Kamikaze slowly climbs to his feet, we can see that he looks a little unsteady.

Randy White: Anishinabe may not have got the tap out that he was looking for there, but the damage may well have been done to Kamikaze's hopes of retaining his US Title.

John Cartwright: Yeah, and even though Anishinabe is probably best known as a brawler, you have to remember that he has a hell of an arsenal of submission holds too, particularly the Sharpshooter, so if he senses a weakness in his opponent's legs, you can be sure that he'll focus on that and try to capitalise on it as much as possible, especially with the US belt on the line.

Anishinabe backs up a step or two and charges at Kamikaze with a clothesline, but the champion manages to duck and nail his challenger with a quick DDT, but the pain in his legs is apparent as he stands up.

Randy White: I get the feeling that Kamikaze isn't trying to win the match right now, I think he's just trying to buy himself some time, hoping that he can walk off the pain in his legs.

As Randy suggested, Kamikaze doesn't immediately follow up on his success, preferring instead to back off and walk around, trying to get the blood flowing back to his legs as Anishinabe climbs back to his feet. This time though, the challenger doesn't charge in with reckless abandon, preferring instead to take his time and consider his next move. For a few seconds, the two men circle around, neither making a move.

John Cartwright: This could be a mistake from Anishinabe; he's giving Kamikaze the time that he wanted to get those knees working again.

Sure enough, with every passing second, Kamikaze's legs seem to become steadier, and this is shown as he charges at the larger man, nailing him with a flying forearm which staggers him but doesn't floor him. Trying the same trick again, Kamikaze bounces off the topes, but this time is caught in mid-flight and nailed with a gut buster, sending him once again to the mat, this time clutching his stomach and trying to force some air back into his winded lungs. Anishinabe then makes Kamikaze's situation worse by unleashing a brutal kick straight into the same area that he just nailed with the gut buster.

Randy White: I tell ya John, Anishinabe is showing off one hell of a mean streak here. He knows that he has Kamikaze exactly where he wants him, and I think he can feel that US Title belt getting closer with every passing second, and every move that he makes.

John Cartwright: Don't write Kamikaze off just yet Randy, like you said earlier, Kamikaze isn't the US Champ for no reason, and as long as there's even a small bit of fight left in him, he'll try to do whatever it takes to keep that belt around his waist.

Randy White: Something tells me that Anishinabe may have just kicked any fight that was left right out of Kamikaze's body.

Sensing victory, Anishinabe pulls the badly winded champion to his feet, delivers another kick to the get and sets Kamikaze up for his trademark Powerbomb. Lifting Kamikaze onto his shoulders, Anishinabe holds him there for a few seconds before driving him down onto, and almost through, the ring mat. Kamikaze's body goes completely limp on the impact.

Randy White: That's it, this one is over. There's no way on this earth that Kamikaze can kick out of this cover, not after the beating he's taken tonight.

John Cartwright: That's as may be Randy, but Anishinabe doesn't seem too concerned with covering Kamikaze at this moment in time.

Sure enough, Anishinabe has neglected to even attempt a cover, preferring instead to drag the barely conscious US Champion towards the nearest corner.

Randy White: Why doesn't he go for the cover? He's so close to the title that he could almost taste it, I don't know what he's doing right here.

John Cartwright: Me either Randy, but I do know one thing. Whatever he's planning is not gonna be pretty for Kamikaze if it comes off.

Anishinabe picks up the virtually deadweight US Champion and lifts him into a sitting position, facing away from the ring, on the top turnbuckle.

Randy White: What the hell is he going for here?

Before we can find out, Kamikaze manages to counter, flipping himself back over Anishinabe's shoulder and landing a reverse DDT.

John Cartwright: I don't believe it! Kamikaze was playing possum, and he just slammed the back of Anishinabe's head hard into the canvas.

Randy White: I think that Anishinabe just waited a split second too long, got just a little overconfident, and it may cost him big time.

Sensing a huge opportunity, Kamikaze backs up and waits for Anishinabe to climb up before charging across the ring and nailing him with a Kamikaze Krash.

Randy White: Kamikaze Krash! That's one of his trademark moves, and suddenly the pendulum has swung big time in favour of the Champion.

John Cartwright: If Anishinabe doesn't do something quick, he's gonna lose any chance of capturing the title.

Kamizakze drags the bigger man to his feet and hooks in a front face lock before delivering the Kamikaze Korkscrew, his patented finishing manoeuvre.

Randy White: Looking for the cover here!

ONE

TWO

THREE!!

Randy White: He got it, what a comeback from the US Champion, and he retains his title.

John Cartwright: I don't thinhk we've seen the last of this one. Anishinabe put up a hell of a fight, and could very easily be walking out with the gold. If I were Kamikaze, I wouldn't get too fond of that US Title belt.

Jonathan Knight: The winner of the match, and STILL Strike Fantasy Towers United States Heavyweight Champion, Kamikaze!!

The referee hands the belt to Kamikaze as Rebecca Saint climbs into the ring and embraces her fiancé.

John Cartwright: That's a pretty good early wedding present!

Randy White: Sure is, and Kamikze retains his status the only current double champion here in SFT.

"Blueprints" by Fugazi slowly fades in - a voice comes on and says, "Bow Down Blockheads!"

BAM! BAM! BAM!

Fireworks go off ontop of the ramp. "Blueprints" by Fugazi really kicks in, as the mist slowly fades away from the fireworks. Suddenly, Johnny Legend walks through the mist. Sporting flashy purple tights and jacket... Johnny Legend rests his hands upon his waist. He then makes a gesture, showing that he will have a belt around his waist.

"Coming down to the ring at this time, (Legend walks down the ramp) weighing in at 200 pounds, hailing from Fire Island, New York... JOHNNY LEGEND!" Amanda Summers says into the mic.

Johnny Legend slowly walks up the steps, and gives a few words to the fans... Some unkind words. He then gets into the ring and steps into the middle... Fireworks burst to the sides of the ring - Legend turns slowly around in a full circle and shows his winning smile. The mist clears after a few seconds, and Johnny Legend takes his jacket off and awaits his opponent.

Amanda Summers: and his opponent... The Guyver.

The Guyver's music plays and he comes down and enters the ring. The match begins and Johnny Legend and they Guyver circle the ring... out of nowhere, a stagelight falls from the arena ceiling and crashed on top of the Guyver's head!

JC: What the hell!?

RW: That light just fell from the ceiling, and fell directly on The Guyver!

Johnnoy Legend looks shocked and confused... he looks up and smiles.

JC: Hey... who's that in the rafters?

RW: I think it's Ken Johnson, Legend's bodyguard!

Legend smiles and gives a thumbs up to Ken, who is up in the rafters. He them makes the pin on Guyver.

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JC: Well... Legend won...

JC: Which means tonights match will be a one on one match for the title.

RW: That's right, Ray Cross vs. Havoc!

Amanda Summers: The following is out Main Event! This match is sceduled for one fall and is for the SFT World Heavyweight Championship... Introducing first... from Duluth, MN... Ray Cross!

All is pitch black and silent in the stadium. Then the thundering sound of a slow beating heart is projected loudly around the arena as the lights are brought to bear on a lone figure standing at the top of the ramp. Pyro's fire off and, "Hey You Nice Shot" by Filter begins to play as he tosses his cigar to the ground and stomps it out before making his way defiantly to the ring. He has tuned out the fans and his concentration is unshakable.

Amanda Summers: and his opponent... fomr The City of Dis... Havoc!

The arena is completely dark as "The Angle" begins. The only light now comes from the illuminated screen as words appear and pass.. "Carnal"..."Fatal"...."Immortal" The guitar riffs and the crowd pops insanely. Smoke sifts through the entrence ramp, the lights beneath it illuminating it. As the lights are turned on Havoc walks through the smoke to another pop. He walks slowly and gracefully down the ramp, stopping for a moment to gently roll a tuft of smoke from his mouth and look at the "Havoc" signs dispersed amongst the crowd. He slides into the ring and walks to one turnbuckle standing atop it and raising one arm; the crowd pops again. He walks to the corner diagonal from that and poses again, to another pop.

Ray Cross rushes Havoc and throws a flurry of punches, backing Havoc into the corner. Barely able to hold himself up in the corner, Havoc hangs on for dear life, while Cross pummels him with shot after shot to Havoc's temple and jaw. Cross whips Havoc out, causing him to slam back-first into the corner. Prepping himself up, Cross follows in, delivering a splashing clothesline at Havoc, snapping his head back. As a result of the clothesline, Havoc stumbles out, falls flat on his face and rolls out to the floor, looking for a breather. He doesn't get that much of a rest, as Cross climbs his way up to the top turnbuckle and dives off with a Crossbody plancha onto Havoc, with both men landing hard on the floor.

JC: Ray Cross just went airborne!

RW: That's pretty uncharacteristic of him

JC: He'll do anything for the World Title!

Both men continue to battle on the floor, with Cross stomping the life out of Havoc, even making sure to smash his face off the concrete floor. Stealing a page out of Brody Reno's notebook, Cross even places a foot behind Havoc's head and stomps his face down onto the floor.

JC: The referee will not count out either of these men. He wants these two to go until one of them drops.

RW: That could be all night.

JC: We'll go all night, if we have to.

RW: Speak for yourself. I've got some oiled prostitutes waiting for me.

Picking Havoc up, Cross positions him in a standing headscissors and wraps his arms around Havoc's waist. He goes to piledrive his opponent, but Havoc makes sure that he becomes dead weight. Forcing Cross back, Havoc pushes him into the guard rail, thus releasing him from Cross's custody. Wrapping Cross's right arm around his neck, Havoc atomic whips Cross onto the steel railing, crotch-shotting Cross. Taking a few steps back, Havoc bounds forward, striking Cross with a running clothesline that nearly takes his head off. After this devastating impact, Cross falls to the floor and joins the crowd.

RW: Look! There goes Cross! He's trying to make his getaway!

JC: He is not.

RW: It looks like it! Damn cheating bastard!

Security helps Havoc over the barrier, almost creating a circle-like pit around Havoc and Cross, the fans watch on, as Havoc lifts Cross to his feet, backbreakers him and body slams him onto the floor.

RW: If these fans were smart, they'd get the hell out of the way. But seeing as how they're not, then need to start chanting, "Fight!"

JC: We'd pretty much have a riot on our hands, then.

RW: That sounds pretty fun, actually.

Standing Cross up, Havoc kicks him in the groin and heaves him over the barricade like a sack of potatoes, where Cross lands at the foot of the ring, hitting with a thud. Joining him on the other side, Havoc steps on Cross's knuckles, adding one final stomp to the tips of his fingers. With a cocky grin, Havoc bad-mouths a few of the fans who get in his face.

RW: Those dumb fans better watch their mouths. They don't know who they're dealing with!

Ripping Cross up off the floor, Havoc Flapjacks him into the railing, with the brunt of the force being on Cross's head/neck area.

JC: Ouch! That's not good for Cross!

RW: That's not good for anybody.

Rolling Cross into the ring, Havoc crawls in after him, kneels above him and hammers some closed-fists down onto Cross's skull. After each punch, tremors rip through Cross's body, forcing him to jolt in the ring. Grabbing Cross's hair, Havoc lifts him up to a seated position, bounces off the ropes, Dragon kicks Cross in the back, bounces off the parallel set of ropes and storms back with a concussive kick to Cross's jaw, flooring him.

JC: Ooooh, goddamn! That had to tear Cross's jaw off his face.

Picking Cross up and placing him in between his legs, Havoc succeeds where Cross failed; he hits a jumping piledriver in the center of the ring. In fact, he gets so much hang time, that Cross bounces right back up to his knees, only to collapse face-down, again. Nonchalantly, Havoc cowers above Cross, places a knee across his chest, going for a cover.

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JC: No! Cross kicks out!

RW: Gah! Stay on him, Havoc!

A contemplative stare washes over Havoc's face, as he begins to think of more destructive ways to decimate Cross. Placing him in a standing position in the corner, Havoc pounds the life out of his nemesis with a flurry of solid elbow shots, each one connect squarely to Cross's forehead, whipping his head back after every shot. Amongst all of punishment, Cross is somehow able to find energy deep down and reverse the roles.

JC: Despite being struck in the face at least seven or eight times, Cross hooks Havoc, sends him into the corner and fires away at Havoc with random punches! Cross is going nuts!

RW: Havoc lifts a knee to Cross's midsection! That stopped him!

The knee is able to disable Cross's attack, allowing Havoc to even add in an extra eye-gauge just for more flavour. Using the middle rope as a choking method, Havoc puts both of his knees across Cross's back, hoping to do some permanent damage to his windpipe.

RW: Now this is what Havoc needs to do. He needs to cut Cross down, slow him to a crawl and not allow Cross to hit any of that fancy-schmancy stuff.

Stepping away from Cross, Havoc bounces off the opposite set of ropes and comes back with a double knee-shot to Cross's upperback, further choking him on the middle rope. The camera zooms up to Cross's face, showing him gasping for breath, with Havoc yanking on his hair and punching his head.

RW: I think I see a snot bubble.

JC: ...real mature...

Havoc seems to mouth something to the camera.

RW: What did he say?

JC: It was something indiscernible. I don't know.

RW: I thought he said something about ripping out Cross's spleen. But I could be wrong. Who knows?

After another punch, Havoc pulls Cross to his feet and short-arm elbow smashes him into the corner. Cross stumbles back, only to be whipping into the corner across from him. He is thrown in with such force, that he bounces off the turnbuckles and walks into a T-Bone suplex into a backbreaker from Havoc.

JC: Wow! Cross just flipped in the air and landed across Havoc's knee! That has to be hazardous.

RW: That HAS to be a broken back.

Laying his body on top of Cross's Havoc tries for a pinfall.

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RW: He has him!

JC: he kicks out!

Pissed-off due to the lack of a victory, Havoc ravages Cross with some more punches and lifts him to his feet. Whipping him into the ropes, Havoc bends over and goes to backdrop Cross, but Cross sunset-flips over him and rolls him up, hooking Havoc's shoulders on the mat.

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KICKOUT!

JC: A two-count from nowhere!

Enraged, Havoc hurries to his feet and charges at Cross with a clothesline. Again, Havoc misses his destination point, allowing Cross to duck under his arm, backflip and connects with a dropkick to Havoc. Both men slowly pull themselves to their feet, with Havoc being the first up. He nears Cross, but just a few inches away from him, Havoc receives a boot to the stomach, stopping him on the spot. Rapidly dashing forward, Cross goes to STO Havoc, but inverts it so that Havoc receives a backbreaker, instead. As quickly as he brought Havoc up, he brings him back down with another backbreaker, then uranages Havoc onto the mat. Grabbing Havoc's left arm and standing him to his feet, Cross whips Havoc into the corner and follows in with a running butt splash to Havoc's chest.

RW: Goddamn. A face full of asshole. That's not nice, at all.

JC: That's what your prostitute said about you two last night.

RW: You know Jasmine!?

After a European uppercut, Havoc is seated on the top rope. Climbing up after him, Cross places both of his feet on the top rope, appearing as if he is going for a top-rope hurricanrana. However, when he jumps, Havoc holds onto the top rope, thereby causing Cross to miss his chance.

JC: Cross backflips! He still lands on his feet!

RW: I didn't know Cross could do that!

Landing on his feet, Cross springs back up and strikes Havoc with a forearm, knocking him diizy on the top rope. Quickly climbing back up, Cross places his left leg behind Havoc's head and jumps off, driving Havoc's head into the mat with a rocker-dropper off the top rope.

JC: He hit a top rope facebuster!

RW: Damnit, no!

JC: Cross's covering Havoc, now.

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JC: One!

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JC: Two!

RW: Shut up!

KICKOUT!

RW: Havoc kicks out!

Disappointed, Cross picks up a winded Havoc and chops him into the ropes. Whipping him into the parallel set of ropes, Cross bustles towards him, nearly taking Havoc's head off with a spinning leg lariat. He snaps back to his feet, runs at the ropes and splashes back onto Havoc's knees, which are brought up just in the nick of time. As Cross rolls around, clutching his ribcage, Havoc sits up, gasping for some air. Turning his head to see Cross in pain, Havoc grins and slides over towards Cross, pounding him into the mat with forearms. Happy to be back on top, Havoc lifts Cross to his feet and goes even further, by taking Cross up on his shoulders in a standing fireman's carry position.

RW: This could be all over. This is how he goes for that 'Decide' move of his...

He swings Cross's body forward, Havoc's plan is thwarted when Cross lands on his feet and clotheslines Havoc down to the mat.

RW: Reversal by Cross!

When Havoc gets up, Cross offers a kick with his right leg. Catching Cross's leg under his left arm, Havoc is soon hit in the back of the head with a reverse enziguiri, which hits so well, that it knocks Havoc out onto the floor. Out of the corner of his eye, Havoc spots Cross stepping out onto the outer portion of the apron, waiting to hit Havoc with some sort of move. Just as Cross runs, Havoc dodges out of the way, expecting Cross to hit the floor. When he turns around, Havoc finds something else. He finds Cross leaping at him, wrapping his legs around Havoc's head for a hurricanrana. Thinking quickly, Havoc grounds all of his weight, catches Cross and instead of flipping over, Havoc swings Cross against the side of the railing.

RW: Havoc just swung Cross at that railing as if he were a golf club. Fooooorrre! I think he hits a sand-trap.

JC: That's awful. Cross could be severely injured.

Striking Cross with some thrashing kicks, Havoc smiles with glee, deliriously happy with the aftermath of his quick-thinking. After throwing Cross up against the railing, Havoc rolls him back inside of the ring and slides in after him, covering Cross.

RW: This could be over in three seconds!

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JC: Havoc wins!

RW: Cross's foot is on the ropes!

Realizing the position of Cross's foot, the referee stops the count, making Havoc believe that he has just won the World Title. Rising victoriously to his feet, Havoc throws his hands into the air, only to be informed by the referee that it was only a two count. Arguing his case, Havoc gets in the ref's face, wagging two of his fingers at him. With his back turned, Havoc does not realize that Cross is crawling up behind him. Taking a step back, he trips over Cross, who school-boy rolls him up.

JC: Havoc gets rolled-up!

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KICKOUT!

RW: Close call!

Before Cross can get up, Havoc rolls to his feet and elbows Cross aCross the neck. Clutching Cro

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KICKOUT!

JC: 2 and 49/50ths!

Slapping the mat three times in angst, Havoc rolls Cross up, again.

JC: Now he's hooking the tights!

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KICKOUT!

JC: But Cross still kicks out!

RW: Un-fucking-believable.

With spite in his eyes, Havoc pulls Cross up by the hair and sends him shoulder-first into the steel pole. Not once relenting, Havoc continues to slam Cross's right shoulder into the three other poles, finishing up with a belly-to-back release suplex in the center of the ring. Making a throat-slash signal, Havoc enters the corner area with his back turned to Cross. Climbing up to the top rope, Havoc prepares for something.

RW: Where's he going?!

JC: Uh, he better be careful.

RW: This is NOT normal positioning for Havoc. What is he doing?

JC: I believe he is going for Havoc Hangover!

Before he can frontflip off, Cross jumps to his feet, runs into the corner and dropkicks Havoc's leg out from under him, crotching him on the top turnbuckle.

JC: Cross stops that idea!

Cross gets on the top rope with Havoc, and put's Havoc's head between his legs. Then he signals to the crowd.

RW: Holy crap... Ray Cross is going for the Death-Roll off the top rope!

Cross goes to lift up Havoc, but Havoc doesn't budge. From nowhere, Havoc lowblows Cross, then lifts him up onto his shoulders, and hits the Decide off the top-rope!

RW: Woah! That was amazing!

JC: I blinked, I missed it!

RW: Havoc hit the Decide off the top rope!

JC: Wow! He's going for the pin!

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RW: Havoc wins! Finnaly, Havoc wins the World Heavyweight Championship once again!

JC: Truely a great job by Havoc, but you have to give Ray Cross his props, what a match!