HV: “The following match up, is a four man elimination match up, for the number one contendership to the United States Championship.”

The crowd pop at the mention of the title.

HV: “Introducing first, weighing in at two-hundred and twenty pounds and hailing from Toronto, Canada… Clayton Walker!”

The lights go out in the arena as the crowd wait in anticipation. Suddenly, the sound of screaming is heard and blue lights begin to flicker. As soon as the screaming stops, "Your Disease" by Saliva breaks out in the arena, almost immediately after, the crowd shower the stage with boos. Clayton emerges from behind the curtain to greet the crowd, only to notice that they’re booing him, he flips them off and then walks down the ramp looking strangely at the crowd. Once at the bottom of the ramp, he then walks around the ring, still looking at the crowd like they’ve just eaten paper towels. Once he reaches the commentary box, he then gets up on to the apron, and then looks to the crowd and shakes his head in disapproval before climbing into the ring. “Your Disease” starts to fade out as the lights return to normal.

HV: “And his first opponent, weighing in at two-hundred and seventy-five pounds, and hailing from Queens, New York, Jay Lethal!”

“Like My Style” by 50 Cent hits the PA system, and Jay Lethal emerges to just as heated a reaction as Clayton’s. Lethal takes no notice of the boos, only even acknowledging the crowd to flip them the bird as he walks by. When he reaches the bottom of the ramp, he slides in and is barraged immediately by Clayton, who relentlessly stomps at Lethal’s back and head.

RW: “Well folks, Clayton ain’t wasting no time here. He’s all over Lethal like a cheap fur coat.”

JC: “Thrift isn’t doing anything to stop this - this kid is an imbecile!“

Harvey is mowed down in the brawl that ensues when Lethal makes it to his feet. Lethal charges Clayton away using his weight to his advantage, Clayton falls to a good clothesline, and bounces back in time to dodge a second. From behind Lethal, Walker now hits a tackle on his leg, dropping Lethal to the mat. Meanwhile the Guyver emerges un-announced. The fans still cheer him, but Phillips soon puts a stop to it, as he comes charging out much faster than the Guyver, and knocks him down with ease from behind. Meanwhile, in the ring, Clayton stalks the rising Jay Lethal at his back, and hooks his arms around Lethal’s hips as he stands. He hoists him back into an impressive German suplex, and bridges for the cover.

Thrift: “1… 2… kick-out.”

RW: “Nice suplex and bridge by Walker. Some of the fans, they don’t appreciate his attitude, but you have to hand it to the guy, he certainly can wrestle.”

Lethal rolls to his side out of the pin, and starts to stand holding the back of his head. Walker waits in front until he’s at the right height, and hits a well-timed drop-kick that forces Lethal into the turnbuckle. Meanwhile, Phillips and The Guyver are battling their way to the ring. Phillips has the advantage in the form of a stronger punch. Three or four well-placed gut-punches have the Guyver hunched on the ramp. Phillips finishes the set with a fantastic gutwrench suplex, and then heads into the ring. Once Phillips is in, Walker turns his attention straight away. Once Phillips stands, he’s whipped into Lethal. Phillips stumbles back a little and gathers his balance again, whilst Lethal just slumps behind him, sitting at the bottom of the corner. Phillips ignores Jay for the moment, and runs at Walker for a fore-arm charge, Walker ducks, and spins around at his back. Phillips realises he’s missed and charges towards Walker, and Lethal’s corner allowing Walker to end the encounter with a drop-toe hold leaving Phillips and Lethal in very unsavoury positions [Phillips head + Jay Lethal’s groin = unsavoury].

JC: “Yeouch! Lethal will feel that in the morning.”

RW: “That all depends on whether Phillips was gritting his teeth on the way down - if so there might not be much to feel in the morning.”

The Guyver slides in while Lethal and Phillips recover. He sneaks up behind Walker, and starts to lock in a head lock from the back. He falls to the floor and hits a nice Rear Naked Choke drop on Walker. He picks Walker up as Phillips and Lethal regain their footing. The Guyver starts setting Walker up for a pile-driver, whilst Phillips readies a super-kick to his face - and behind Phillips is Lethal, measuring an Axe-handle smash. Phillips’ Super kick makes it’s mark, and realising that someone is behind him, Walker instinctively mule kicks as he stands up again, catching the unsuspecting Lethal in the nuts, for the second time. Walker turns to see what he hit, and fins himself squaring off with Phillips in seconds. They trade punches until Phillips makes a quick tuck under one of Walkers, leaving it to catch Lethal on the jaw as he still tends to his testes. Phillips pops back up, and for a stiff clothesline. Walker ducks, and they trade laces from the encounter, but Phillips quickly puts an end to the mayhem with a well aimed heel kick, finally catching his man, and sending Walker out of the ring.

RW: “Well, you gotta say, Lethal has had no luck so far.”

JC: “Too true, he got ball-whacked when Walker tripped Phillips, and then when Walker tried to mule kick Phillips, the kick went through Paul’s legs, and hit Lethal in the balls again!”

RW: “I guess he won’t be having any kids from now on.”

The Guyver stands up on the inside, as Walker cradles his face on the outside, and Lethal kneels in agony clutching - and possibly counting - his testicles. Phillips makes sure Lethal isn’t getting up too soon with a quick kick to the head, before turning towards The Guyver. Both opponents step around each other for a minute, before locking horns. When they do, Phillips takes a clear advantage, and manoeuvres into a side face-lock on The Guyver. The Guyver shoves Phillips off, and sends him running towards the ropes. The Guyver leaps up to hit Phillips with a drop-kick on his return, but Phillips clings to the ropes, and watches The Guyver fall to the ground aimlessly. The Guyver picks himself up, and falls victim to a running Neckbreaker fairly fast. Phillips makes the cover, but gets no-where thanks to the re-appearance into the match by Jay Lethal, at the same time, Walker slides back in and stands up.

RW: “Looks like all four guys are up again, and ready to go again.”

Lethal charges at The Guyver as he stands up, and takes him to the ground with rabid clotheslines, time after time. Until finally a stumbling Guyver falls into a huge Spine Buster. Lethal makes the cover. It’s pointless though, because while that was happening, Walker and Phillips had squared off. The result of which was an exchange of speedy reversals, ending in a Paul Phillips back-slide. Thrift was spoiled for choice, and couldn’t decide which to count for. He deliberated for a second before counting with both hands. It ends as a near fall both ways, and both Phillips and Lethal stand up furious. They blame each other for stopping an elimination, and start trading punches as the Guyver and Walker recover. When the four are all back up, The Guyver hauls Phillips from Lethal, and throws him over the top - and follows him. Meanwhile Lethal turns straight into Walker - who by all means is Taking Control.

RW: “Walker just hit taking control on Lethal out of no-where!”

JC: “I love that move!”

Thrift wastes no time, and counts a fair three when the cover is made.

Thrift: “1…2…3!”

Walker stands up in triumph, as Lethal rolls out of the ring holding the back of his head. Walker gets right back into the thick of it straight away, and launches himself over the top onto The Guyver and Phillips. He lands badly on the two, and does more damage to himself than them though. All three men end up down though, as Lethal leaps back in, now recovered, to argue about his elimination. Thrift is distracted by Lethal as Walker crawls slowly through the announce tables, and removes a seat from one of the Spanish commentators… I guess his name is Diego or something, we’ll call him Diego El Feugo for fun. Walker stands, wearily, as the other two exchange punches as they rise. He takes the chair and hits the Guyver straight on the head with it. The Guyver stumbles back, and falls against the ring, while Walker himself struggles to steady himself. Phillips takes the advantage, and hits a drop-kick to the chair as Walker tried to correct his balance. Phillips slides into the ring now, and tries to tell Thrift that Walker was using the chair to his advantage, but Lethal is still complaining, and blows his fuse at being interrupted - causing the par to tangle together in the ring. Lethal doesn’t even bother with technicalities, and straight away administers The Lethal Injection before leaving the ring and screaming at Thrift all the way up the ramp. The Guyver and Clayton make there way back into the ring after a lot of stumbling around on the outside, and start exchanging blows over Phillips. Walker comes off better, and beats the Guyver back to the ropes. He whips The Guyver to the other side, and the two meet in the middle via identical necbreakers. The Guyver is the first to move, and manages a hand over both walker and Phillips.

Thrift: “1…2”

Walker kicks out, but Phillips remains motionless.

Thrift: “…3!”

Thrift revives Phillips after a bit of time, and informs him he’s been eliminated. He’s far from happy, but leaves the ring more gracefully than Lethal.

RW: “Well, we’re down to the last two, and these guys have given it their all.”

JC: “Yeah, I can’t see this going on much longer.”

Clayton and The Guyver rise at around the same time. The crowd anxious to see a replay of the match that happened not so long ago between the two; The Guyver makes his move first, throwing a few fast punches to the face of Walker. After a few more shots, Guyver hauls Walker up and starts setting up a Death Valley Driver!

RW: “This might be it right here!”

Walker doesn’t let it happen though, and turns it into a falling DDT instead. Walker manages a hand over the Guyver after they fall.

Thrift: “1…2… Kick-out.”

The Guyver got his shoulder up at the last minute. Walker and The Guyver exchange blows again on their way to their feet, this time with Walker getting the clear advantage. Walker hits a sky-high powerbomb, and pushes the legs up for the pin.

Thrift: “1…2… Kick-out!”

RW: “Sheesh, that one was ever closer than the last one, you have to believe we’re only moments away from getting our winner.”

Walker can’t believe the Guyver kicked out, and stands up to complain to the referee. As he does, The Guyver makes a speedy recovery, and manages to shock walker by setting up and executing a DVD. The Guyver scurries into a cover, the crowd chant with Thrift’s count.

Thrift: “1…2… Kick-out!”

The Guyver pounds the mat, but doesn’t argue. He hoists Walker up again, and readies him in the Suplex position to hit the High Alert! But he can’t get Walker up! Walker keeps blocking the lift, and eventually breaks the hold and starts hammering on The Guyvers left arm, he twists the Guyver down into Harsh Reality, and locks it in! The Guyver starts screaming almost instantly as Walker writhes back and forth trying to tighten the lock. The Guyver screams each time Clayton moves to tighten the hold, eventually making the hold too tight for any other option - and the Guyver starts to tap!

HV: “And the winner, by Submission, Clayton Walker!”

THE WINNER OF THIS MATCH, Clayton Walker by Submission!

Phil: Well that was just a great way to start off the PPV. If this is a sign of things to come, this show will have been one of our best ever.

[The scene suddenly fades to the backstage area. We see Ms. Black, lying pathetically on the floor on her side. Her head is bloody and her chair has been upturned. Phantom, the other member of the tag team “Lotus Pod” is a few yards up from Black, also bloody and battered. He’s knocked out cold. A group of people rush over to help the paralyzed former Lightweight Champ and help her up back into her chair. Then they notice Phantom and attend to him too, when Phantom has been revived and is sitting up, they turn their attention to Ms. Black, only to find she has disappeared.]

Paramedic: Phantom, can you remember what happened?

Phantom: Ms. Black... we were arguing, she wanted to go back to the ring... then... then... that’s all I remember.

[The paramedic begins to help Phantom and starts clearing up the wounds he received fighting off the maniacs during the LW title match previously, and a new wound, a deep cut on the back of his head. The scene fades again back to the ring.]

Steve: What the hell just happened?

Phil: I don't know, Steve, but it wasn't good.

MATCH NUMBER TWO
Adia Rivvioni versus Knife
Lightweight Title Ladder Match

[As "Take It!" by ICP starts playing blue spotlights pan through the arena and green strobe light start to go off. knife steps out on stage with Mosh Girl as the hard guitar starts. He hops in place for a moment, psyching himself up, then sprints to ringside with Mosh Girl walking down to ringside. He does two laps in opposite directions around the ring slapping fives and pauseing every now and then for pictures. He then slides in the ring as Mosh Girl gets in. Knife goes to each of the four turnbuckles, hops up to the middle rope and gives the metal sign as Mosh Girl stands nearby encourageing to audience to get up. They go to one corner as the music fades.]

"Dark Lady (The Boo Remix)" hits and within seconds of the begining of the song, Adia appeares. The lights dim just slightly, giving the area a dark appearence. She stands on the top of the stage and makes guns with her finger and thumb. She then races down the ramp and slides into the ring where she stops in the center of the ring. She makes the guns again and leaps up the closet turnbuckle. She pretends to the shot the gun in accordence with the "bangs" in the music. She jumps off the turnbuckle and the lights come back up. She takes off the holster and hands it to the time keeper and awaits the bell.]

[“Sonne" by Rammstein plays over the PA system and everyone looks around in the crowd, confused. Then the beautiful Sylvia Sterling steps out slowly and seductively over to the top of the ramp. She’s wearing a pink and white ref top cut to fit her body perfectly. She’s also wearing bright pink hot pants. She drops to one knee and throws her arms up in the air, ruffling up her great dyed blonde hair up deliberately in the process. A single pink pyro shoots off from above the ring and explodes right in front of her. She gets up and struts dramatically down to the ring.]

Phil: Ah, what the fuck is she doing here.

Steve: You don’t have referees during a ladder match do you?

Phil: Of course not, you climb up, you grab the title, you win. Fair dinkum.

Steve: So what is she doing here?

Phil: God knows… but she looks damn good.

Steve: I smell a plan here.

Phil: I smell shite. Have you cacked yourself?

[Sylvia slides into the ring and jumps up onto her feet. She reveals a microphone and stands over by Adia.]

Sylvia: TONIGHT... I have made it my duty to “spice” up this match, therefore, I’ve decided to create a few little surprises for you all and for you two here with me, Adia... Knife. Now – my first announcement is that I, Sterling, SFT Inferno General Manager, will be your referee for the night during this match up.

[Knife looks around, angered by this decision. Adia laughs.]

Sylvia: Knife... shut up... I don’t want to hear any of your perfectly logical complaints. I’m the referee. Whether it’s a ladder match... a tag match, or a your momma match, you shouldn’t give two shits either. Now, I have a number of surprises set up for you tonight. Enjoy and just live the life. Ahaha.

[Sylvia starts the match and lifts herself up onto the top rope of a turnbuckle and watches on from there. A ladder is set up on each of the four sides of the ring. Another 2 are positioned flat on the floor.]

Steve: She isn’t right in the head!

Phil: Who? Adia or Sterling?

Steve: Neither of them are normal! Fucking nutcases!

[Adia and Knife tie up in the center of the ring. Knife throws the Dark Lady over with a snap mare and follows it up with a kick to the back. She screams and gets back up, and whips Knife, then takes him down with a head scissors takeover. She lays in some vicious stomps on one half of the Lotus Pod before he manages to get back up. He grips her foot as she goes for another kick, and takes her down with a variation of the dragon screw, which is followed up by a half boston crab. Sterling screams at him to let go when she manages to reach the ropes, obediently he does let her go, wary of what the GM could do to him in this match. He pulls Adia into the center of the ring, and props her up, pushes his knees into the back of her thighs, and falls back, snapping Adia forward into the turnbuckle opposite from the one Sterling was sitting in. He wraps his arms around her waist and tosses her backwards cracking Adia’s neck into the mat with a German suplex. She goes down, and stays down, giving Knife the opportunity to slide out of the ring. He shoves one of the ladders back into the ring and climbs to the top of one of the others. He stands there, looking down at Adia who is now getting to her feet. He moves right up to the top step with both feet and leaps off, jumping over the top rope as soon as Adia is on her feet. He goes for a dropkick but he’s knocked off cue and drops to the mat, completely missing Adia. From the top rope, Sterling had jumped off at the same time as Knife and had struck him with a drop kick to his head.]

Sterling slowly gets back to her feet to a roaring applause. She bows then helps Adia to her feet. She then drags Knife back up to his, slapping him lightly across the face to pick up his senses. He glares at Sterling and shoots his hand out. He grabs her by the throat, then grabs Adia with his other hand. He tosses them both back against the ropes and throws out both hands to the side for a double clothesline on both women, but they duck, and when the women come back, Sterling flies forward while Adia keeps running. Sterling smashes Knife in the stomach with a fist and Adia comes from behind to hit a bulldog on Knife. The women high five each other and Sterling continues to stay out of the way from this point on.]

[Adia on the other hand, goes to the ladder Knife slid into the ring and sets it up. She pushes it up against one of the turnbuckles, the lifts Knife up. She knocks him back down with a hard haymaker, which seems to send him down like a sack of bricks. Then she climbs up to the top rope where the ladder is, and looks around. The crowd cheer a wee bit, and then Adia leap frogs over the ladder and drops down with a leg drop.]

Phil: She missed!

Steve: Knife rolled out of the way!

Phil: Shit! Ouch!

[Adia howls in pain and grips her buttocks. Sterling laughs and Knife dropkicks her in the face, sending her back into the mat. Knife shifts the ladder into the center of the ring and grabs Adia while he’s at it. He begins to ascend the turnbuckle until he’s about half way up, and then begins to lift Adia up too. He grabs her by the throat, and looks like he is going to hit her with a chokeslam, except she fights back with punches to the mid section. He loosens his group and climbs even higher up the ladder. Adia grips his leg and climbs up herself, not falling down even after taking a boot to her face from Knife. She begins to crawl over him, and locks in her own finisher move, Blowing Out The Candles, a kind of sleeper hold that resembles a Kahatajime, but Knife manages to unshake her using her inability to balance to his advantage. She drops down a few rungs and Knife goes for a mad grab for the title, only brushing it with the tips of his fingers. Adia catches up with him though and smacks him in the back. Both of them are on the same side of the ladder, and Knife goes to hit his own finisher “Hell’s Pit”, lifting Adia up and over his head… All looks bad for Adia, when…]

Steve: Whoa! WHOA! WHOAAAAAAA!!!!!!

Phil: The ladder! Look! It’s teetering, it’s tottering, it’s falling! NOOOO!

[Adia and Knife both take leaps of faith off of the ladder, holding each other’s shoulders as they fall. Knife falls into the ropes, bouncing up into the air on impact and falling on his back in the ring. Adia on the other hand has covered more ground, and she too hits the ropes, but she bounces off the ropes and falls too the outside of the ring, hitting the apron and then hitting the security barrier hard with her shoulder. Both of them stay down caring to their wounds. Sterling, still on her little perch looks on bored. She can’t count them out for it’s a ladder match. Nearly two minutes pass before Knife gets back onto his feet, holding onto the ropes tightly, he sees Adia and begins pulling the ropes, gaining energy, then he springs over, lands on the top rope and jumps off. Adia is leaning over the security guard at this point, and with Knife’s dropkick to the back of her head, she’s sent flying over the top into the crowd. Knife too, lands on the other side. They spend more time on the ground, while the security have to hold the fans from groping and poking them. Adia, surprisingly is the first onto her feet. She slams Knife’s head onto one of the chairs and then Snake Eyes him across the guard. Back in the ring, Sterling has grabbed a mic, she begins shouting at the two wrestlers.]

Sterling: GET BACK IN HERE NOW! Go on, get over this barricade, I’m not having you fighting among the animals.

[The crowd boos.]

Sterling: Shut up.

Knife and Adia both get into ring side area again and Sterling gives the okay for them to fight. Adia is taken by surprise when Knife nails a standing clothesline on her, sending them both down to the floor. Sterling can’t see either of them from her position, but she doesn’t seem to care. Knife reappears soon after holding a chair in his hands.

Sterling: Stop… right… there. A chair? Come on! Time out… I call for a half time show!

Phil: What did she just say?

Steve: HALF TIME SHOW! YAY!

[Steve pulls out a novelty foam hand and a cap, and pulls out a bag of pop corn too.]

Sterling: Welcome… to MY world!

[Annoying trombone circus music plays and a parade of people walk out. The first two people carry a table out.]

Sterling: Tables!

[The Inferno GM points to the ladder in the center of the ring.]

Sterling: Ladders and…

[A man walks out with two grizzly bears on chain leads.]

Sterling: BEARS!

[She points out to the crowd, who shout “OH MY!” The chant of “Tables and Ladders and…” continues through the arena. More tables are brought out, and behind each table more people pour out.]

Sterling: MARES!

[Two Celine Dion look-a-likes walk out.]

Sterling: PAIRS!

[Two busty women walk out.]

Sterling: FLARES!

[Loads of people carrying burning warning flares walk out wearing shades. They fade out by the time they reach the bottom of the ramp. Sterling bursts out laughing. More miscellaneous objects are brought out, except these ones are dangerous. These weapons are slid into the ring, then the people carrying them walk down the side of the ramp and back into the backstage area. The circus music continues and a load of clowns walk out. They stand on the stage, doing clown like things. Knife has got into the ring and Adia is lying on the apron. Knife watches on confused while Sterling is still in hysterics. Suddenly, the GM looks at the clowns with a straight face and nods. The clowns move into two groups, on each side of the stage. They reveal four masked men in straight jackets who charge down giggling and laughing. The straight jackets aren’t tied up either. They slide into the ring and gang up on Knife. Now Sterling is in hysterics once again.]

Phil: What the hell!?

Steve: This is disgusting!

Knife is beaten into a bloody pulp by the maniacs who scratch and him and choke him. Adia is still out on apron. Knife’s hero comes in the form of Phantom, his tag partner who runs down to the ring and slides in under the bottom rope. He takes out each of the men and throws them out of the ring. Meanwhile, the precession continues. A group of models – male and female – begin to walk out. They strut down the ramp like a catwalk, turn, and then walk back up, and move through the curtains. The circus music finally fades, and ‘Sonne’ by Rammstein plays over the PA. Ms. Black, in her wheelchair, comes out in between the models. She wheels down. Sterling smiles in admiration and she comes to a halt just outside the ring. Phantom continues to assault the maniacs outside too, but every time he attacks one, another one gets back up.]

Sterling: Here tonight, the current Lightweight champion, Ms. Black, will hand the title over to the winner. Good evening Ms. Black.

[The Inferno GM walks out and begins talking to the current Lightweight Champion outside of the ring. Sterling pays no attention to the match back in the ring.]

[Adia is now back up and looks rather amused by the parade – more so by what the lunatics did to Knife who is also up now, but looking battered and bloody. Adia ducks a slow clothesline, jumps up and hits an ax handle smash over the top of Knife’s head, taking him down onto one knee. She looks in a dragon sleep but it’s soon broken up by Phantom who runs into the ring, takes her down with a bulldog, then runs out again, as the maniacs chase him. He continues to kick their ass, but has a hard time overcoming them numbers wise. Adia gets up looking pretty pissed off. She throws Knife over the top rope. At this point, the conversation Sterling and Black have comes to an end. They seem to have made some kind of agreement. Black slides some brass knuckles into the ring, among with the weapons, and then pulls a few of the hardcore items out for Adia and Knife. She throws a steel toe capped boot, a sword hilt, a pizza cutter and a nail bat out to them. Knife grabs the nail bat and hits Adia with it sending her straight back down to the mat. Adia grabs the pizza cutter and runs it across Knife’s forehead as he stands over her with the bat.]

Phil: That must have opened up even more cuts on Knife’s head.

Steve: Hardcore! Yay!

[Ms. Black wheels up behind Knife and Sterling stands by her side. Knife holds his face. All looks pretty dull with Black and Sterling attending to their needs, except the two women not participating in the match are not there to help.]

Steve: Eh? Can she do that?

Phil: Urgh… No.

[Ms. Black briefly stands up and locks Knife in a Kiss submission hold, falling back into her chair but keeping the hold locked in. Knife turned blue, and that is when Sterling forces her to loosen the grip. Adia and Ms. Black smile at each other, although Adia has been busted open and is bleeding heavily from the forehead. From behind, Ms. Black’s wheelchair is gripped. The Lightweight champ begins shrieking. Phantom had managed to finally obliterate the four psychos and was now wheeling Ms. Black up the ramp and out of the arena. All the way up until they walk through the curtains, Black’s cries of anger could be heard. She twists in her chair, trying to hit Phantom, but the Lotus Pod member seems unaffected.]

[Knife is weary from all the beating, but he still manages to get up first. Adia wanders on the mat, unable to see as the blood pours over her eyes. She had rolled in, but was now unable to get to her feet. Knife still holds the bat, but also holds the pizza cutter Adia had used against him before.]

Phil: Both these stars have fought one hell of a fight tonight.

Steve: Whoever wins is more than deserving, don’t you agree?

Phil: Indeed I do, Steve.

Steve: I can’t believe this has turned out to be more like a hardcore brawl than a ladder match.

Phil: The title must be getting lonely up there.

[Knife wipes away the blood covering his face and pins Adia to the floor, and starts to roll the pizza cutter across her arms, chest and face, cutting her up with each swipe. He drops the weapons and lifts her up. He goes for a piledriver, but Adia somehow wraps her legs around Knife’s neck and pushes him back to the mat, while locking in body scissors around the neck. When Knife stops struggling to get up, Adia releases the hold and climbs the ladder, she turns around to face Knife and prepares for another leg drop.]

Phil: This could end it for Knife!

Steve: Adia could be the next Lightweight Champion!

[Out of no where, Sterling comes from behind Adia and pulls her feet in behind the rung she was standing on, locking her on the ladder, causing her back to arch over the very top of it.]

Steve: What the fuck?!

Phil: Aren’t they friends?

Steve: Yeah! They’re supposed to be!

[She begins to scream. Knife is now up, and ascends the opposite side of the ladder, grabbing Adia’s neck with both hands and pulling down, putting even more pressure on Adia’s legs and back pulled tort across the steel ladder. Her arms flail wildly but Knife lets go, and stays on the ladder. He shoves Adia forward, causing her to swing forward over the top of the ladder and then down face first into the steel rungs on the other side. Knife jumps off at the very same point of impact, which causes the ladder to fall down on top of Adia. She shouts out again. Sterling looks at Adia and then at Knife, then untangles the mess that is the ladder and Adia’s legs and props it back up directly under the title. Adia is now bleeding very heavily, leaving deep blood stains in the mat. Knife too is bleeding badly, but not as heavily as Adia. He lifts the woman up and kicks her in the gut, hooks her head under his arm and drops down for a DDT, then he does the same, hitting another DDT and finally lifts her up for a final time and hits a variation of Hell’s Pit, sending Adia down. Then he makes another ascend up the ladder. He stands on the top step, reaching out, brushing the title with his fingers again.]

[Somehow, back in the ring, Adia is moving once again. She gets up onto her knees and begins to shuffle forward towards the ladder to shove it down, but Sterling holds out her leg in front of Adia, who just pushes away and continued to move towards the ladder. Sterling growls and kicks Adia in the back of the head. She falls down into the mat, and then Sterling lifts her back up onto her knees, holding her up by her hair. She lifts an arm up to the crowd who boo loudly.]

Steve: This is disgusting, Adia could have won this if it wasn’t for Sterling.

Phil: Why would she even do this to Adia, surely… they’re friends. They’ve worked together and helped each other out numerous times!

Steve: I think you’ll find that this all comes down to Ms. Black…

Phil: Oh shut up. You know diddly squitty shit.

Steve: But look, why else would she attack Adia?

Phil: Why did she have Knife attacked earlier then?

Steve: Uhh… Uhhh, SHE’S MAD! STERLING IS A MANIAC!

Phil: Of course. She’s no ones friend. She’s just there for the good of the SFT and here to have a little fun while she’s at it!

Steve: She’s just been toying with them both!

Phil: Why yes, of course! POWER ABUSE! I CALL POWER ABUSE ON STERLING!

Steve: Look at this Phil… She’s just hooked her left leg around the back of Adia’s head, like she’s cradling it. She’s facng outward, but standing sideways to Adia… Whoa! She just hit Adia with a spinning kick with her right leg! It’s some kind of guillotine move!

Phil: Adia’s head just got smashed from both sides!

Steve: Quite an interesting move!

[Adia goes down and Sterling watches on as Knife keeps trying to grab the belt. Suddenly, from the scaffolding in the roof, it’s lowered down right down to Knife, and he snatches it easily. The bell rings and Sterling raises his arm.]

Chimpo: The winner of this match and NEW LIGHTWEIGHT CHAMPION… KNIIIIIFE!

Phil: This whole match was a bloody scam.

Steve: It’s been humiliating for both wrestlers.

Phil: And you know, I’m beginning to wonder about Ms. Black – She didn’t look very paralyzed when she locked the Kiss in on Knife.

Steve: True, but Knife is the new champion! Yet, I’d like to see what Adia has to say to Sterling, that should be a good battle of words there.

Phil: Hey, where’s Phantom?

THE WINNER OF THIS MATCH, Knife by grabbing belt!

[The scene cuts to the backstage area. We see Sean Lane getting ready for his match against Johnny Legend a little later tonight. The camera pulls back a little to reveal Brandi James also getting ready, bent over, tying up her boots. Lane has a huge smile on his face as he notices the camera and looks straight into it and starts to talk.]

Sean Lane: I hope everyone happened to see that. I hope everyone got a really good look at what the Entourage is all about. Guyver, Paul Philips, Jay Lethal... they all know what its all about right now. The Entourage came about with very little fanfare, just the way that Sean Lane came in, just like when Clayton Walker signed on. No one is talking about the Entourage, but no one really thought twice about Brandi James when she started here. But like myself, like Brandi, like Clayton... the Entourage is nothing but deadly to the rest of the SFT. The three of us, by ourselves, are the three best wrestlers to step foot in the SFT ring tonight... so what happens when you put all three of us in the same group? You got little taste just a few minutes ago.

[Lane turns towards Brandi, who now has turned around and started to look in the camera. He motions to her and she comes over and sits on his lap... putting her legs up across his.]

Sean Lane: Hun, tonight is finally the night that we start our take over. After you beat Switchblade and Myris and after I destroy that piece of shit Johnny Legend finally the SFT will know why I held back on the Entourage so much. Finally after so long, the SFT will know what we truly can do when we put our minds to it. Finally... oh finally... well, they'll just have to wait and see wont they?

Brandi James: Baby, after tonight no longer will everyone wonder why I love you like I do. Tonight, as with the whole week... you're back to your old self and there isn't anyone happier .We saw Clayton kick some ass earlier... you're about to kick some ass... we've already destroyed a bunch of jobbers and after tonight I stake my claim to the World Title. Baby, its good to be back on top... and it will be even better when we get back to the hotel to celebrate tonight.

Sean Lane: That's damn right baby. In just a few minutes the Sweetness returns after a long hiatus not physically, but mentally. In a few minutes, Johnny Legend becomes the first mark on a clean slate_in just a few minutes, I take this title right here and defend it against someone who will never be good enough to hold it and I send notice to the entire SFT that The Sweetness is back... now if you don't mind... I have to finish getting ready get the fuck out!

[The scene goes back to the announcer's table.]

Phil: Strong words and feelings from Sean Lane, best of luck to him tonight.

Steve: The Sweetness doesnt need luck!

MATCH NUMBER THREE
Schizophrenia versus Nirvana Wolfgang
Television Title Match

STEVE - Already the taunting begins.

PHIL - Schizophrenia letting Nirvana know that he isn't getting that TV title from her.

Nirvana just bounces himself up against the ropes, beginning to swear at Schizophrenia, who is laughing. She walks around the ring and up the ring steps. She climbs though the ropes and steps into the ring. She slowly begins to unhook the belt but before she can Nirvana pounces, attacking her with a lunging take down. The referee quickly singles for the bell and the music is stopped, along with the lights. DING... DING... DING.

PHIL - And here we go.

STEVE - Nirvana with a hard take down, followed with some big punches.

Nirvana quickly begins to lay in more and more punches into Schizophrenia. Schizophrenia quickly counters with a hidden knee to the groin.

STEVE - LOW BLOW!

PHIL - Ow. How did the referee not see that?

STEVE - Who knows.

Nirvana rolls off of Schizophrenia and grabs his groin. Schizophrenia still hangs on to her belt and quickly rolls out of the ring. Nirvana slowly climbs to his feet using the ropes, still holding to his groin. The ref begins to count for Schizophrenia being out of the ring.

1...

2...

Nirvana starts to verbally assault Schizophrenia as she walks around the ring sides, looking for a way back in.

3...

PHIL - All right, will someone just do something!

STEVE - Calm down. I'm sure something will happen.

4...

Schizophrenia now begins to back up, away from the ring and walk toward the ramp. She begins to back up the ramp, still clutching her title.

5...

STEVE - What is she doing?

PHIL - Oh, my God, is she leaving?

STEVE - I hope not.

6...

Both Nirvana and the referee look at her with a curious face. They have no idea what is going on, but it doesn't take long before Nirvana decides to do something about it.

7...

Nirvana hops out of the ring and goes after Schizophrenia, it resets the count quickly. Nirvana reaches her and is quickly met with the TV title to the face. He falls back onto the ramp and Schizophrenia begins to laugh and jump up and down.

1...

2...

STEVE - Quick count.

PHIL - This is a title match, he wants this all back in the ring.

STEVE - Yeah, well, who doesn't.

3...

4...

5...

Schizophrenia begins to walk up the ramp again but quickly turns around and goes back to the Nirvana. She begins to lay kicks into him but she quickly turns away again. She looks like she is arguing with herself and it suddenly stops. Nirvana has gotten to his knees now.

6...

7...

PHIL - Can someone please tell me what's going on?

STEVE - I wish I knew.

8...

9...

Schizophrenia quickly runs back to the ring and slides in, resetting the count. She stands in the center of the ring, holding up her title, getting pops from the English crowd. Nirvana gets to his feet and begins to walk toward the ring. He looks a little dazed and confused but finds his way to the ring. Schizophrenia quickly jumps up the turnbuckle, dropping the title on her way. She leaps off the turnbuckle straight into Nirvana they both crash to the floor.

STEVE - Oh, a nice move there by Schizophrenia.

PHIL - Both are down and out on the outside.

Again, the referee begins the count-out.

1...

2...

3...

STEVE - This match would really suck if it ended this way.

PHIL - But not for Schizophrenia. She would keep her title.

4...

STEVE - True.

PHIL - Get up! Get the bloody hell up!

STEVE - Oh, look, you've been hanging out with the Brits too much.

PHIL - SHUT UP! Oh, Nirvana is getting up.

5...

6...

Nirvana has reaches his knees, again using the barricade to bring himself up. He gets to his feet and hears the count.

7...

He quickly scoops up Schizophrenia and drags her by her hair to the ring. He tosses her in, stopping the count. Nirvana quickly follows and stands in the ring. Schizophrenia stills lay on that mat, the move taking her out. Nirvana sets up for the DevilLock. He locks it on and the referee jumps down for a closer look. Schizophrenia begins to scream in pain but does not tap.

PHIL - Looks like this could be the end for Schizophrenia.

STEVE - Or not.

PHIL - What?

Adia comes flying down the ramp at what seems like the speed of a cheetah. She slides into the ring and nails Nirvana with a huge Ax Handle Smash to the back of his head. He releases the hold and the referee calls for the bell. Schizophrenia quickly rolls out of the way and Adia starts on Nirvana.

PHIL - Nirvana is one of the men responsible for Adia's, I guess, problems.

STEVE - She looks fine here.

Nirvana gets to his feet and stares at Adia, who just smiles. She nails him hard with a punch to the face. She follows it up with another one.

STEVE - Looks like Adia is Laughing and Dancing.

PHIL - If I hear the one more time...

STEVE - LOOK! It's Al Creed.

Al Creed slides into the ring and goes after Adia, but gets stopped by Schizophrenia with a clothesline. Both men are now on the mat, Nirvana taking an extremely hard kick to his stomach. Adia and Schizophrenia go up to one and begin to converse. Adia's legs are grabbed by Al Creed and she falls back. Schizophrenia is surprised and doesn't know what to do. Before she knows it, she is down on the mat too. The two men have both gotten to their feet.

STEVE - Oh boy.

PHIL - Or oh girl.

STEVE - Brandi James now.

PHIL - Doesn't she have bigger fish to fry?

STEVE - Apparently, not.

Brandi James carries in her hand a chair, she drags it against the ramp causing this ever so irritating sound. She walks slowly, the men finally taking notice to her. Adia and Schizophrenia pop to their feet and stand right behind the unsuspecting men. Brandi James lifts up the chair and slams it again the hard metal of the ramp, causing the men not so much to jump or flinch but more just move.

STEVE - Eh, this could become a serious issue.

PHIL - In the hospital they did guarantee payback.

STEVE - Paybacks are a bitch.

PHIL - No, these woman are a bitch.

STEVE - Hey now. Be nice.

Adia and Schizophrenia quickly attack, both nailing Al and Nirvana Ax Handle Smashes. The boys fall into the ropes and Al quickly turns around to find Adia, standing there smiling. She grabs him by the head, nailing him with punch after punch. Schizophrenia lays into Nirvana is knees to his abs. Adia locks on the Blowing out the Candles and before Al knows it, he's beginning to drift off into a nice slumber. Schizophrenia locks on the Dragon Sleeper. They both bring their men to a nice sleep before letting them go. Al falls to the mat and Schizophrenia just lets hers go. They both slide out of the ring and walk toward Brandi who still stands there, holding the chair. Schizophrenia picks up her title on the way, holding it high above her head. Brandi walks first and the two just follow. Adia turns around, walking backward, staring at the two men. She seems to mouth the words, "Revenge is a Bitch."

PHIL - Well, that was fun.

STEVE - Very.

THE WINNER OF THIS MATCH, Draw by Draw!

[We then go to the announcer's table.]

Steve: Well that was another great match. I can't say enough about Nirvana and Schizo.

Phil: Neither can I, but our time is up and SC and MR are here to help commentat the other matches in the PPV. Later, folks.

[Phil and Steve leave their table. Shawn and Manuela take over.]

MATCH NUMBER FOUR
Sean Lane versus Johnny Legend
Intercontinental Title Match

Manuela Ramos: You know I'm getting real tired of this walking back and forth crap, beside we are the best announce team in this federation we should be calling the entire pay per view.

Shawn Cage: For once we finally agree on something…

A Suddenly…

IT IS NOT A FUCKING GAME!!!

As "Fight Music" by D12 hits the P.A. system, Commissioner Damion Xavier can be seen making his from the back and down the entrance ramp.

MR: Well look who is back from vacation, and I might add it appears that he may have been working out during his break.

SC: Manuela please stop trying to sound all surprise, you knew full well that he was here and I'm pretty sure you know why he's coming down to ring side to watch this match.

MR: Well to as a matter of fact I do know why he's coming to ring side; he's going to be a guest commentator for our next match.

As Damion takes his seat next to Manuela, he is handed a headset by one of the ring attendants.

MR: Welcome back Damion.

DX: Well thank you Manny, it's good to be back.

SC: So how was your vacation Mr. Xavier?

DX: Not long enough…

Suddenly "Lost Cause" by Beck plays over the speakers as fireworks go off, as the mist clears Johnny Legend is there with his arms raised and Liv holding on to his side.

CP: Our next match is for the SFT Intercontinental Title, introducing first the challenger, he weights in at 256lbs, and he is Johnny Legend!!!

As Legend makes his way down the entrance ramp, and into the ring, suddenly the arena goes completely black and a blue spotlight shines on the entranceway as "Disposable Teens" by Marilyn Manson starts. The Entourage logo then flashes over the big screen and a large blast of blue and white pyro shoots out. Standing at the top of the ramp, with a bottle of water in his hand, is Sean Lane. He spins around for the crowd and then as Brandi does the same before they make their way to the ring. Once inside, Lane poses for the crowd while Brandi slides in through his legs and is on all fours below Lane.

CP: Introducing next, he is the current and defending Intercontinental Champion, weighting in at 225 lbs, he is Sean Lane!!!

As both Brandi and Liv are told to leave ring side by the ref, Sean walks over to the ref and starts to dispute the fact that Brandi is being told to leave, when from behind Legend grabs his arm and hit a hard short arm clothes line. As the move sends Lane down hard to the mat, the ref quickly signals for the bell. (DING, DING)

MR: Looks like Legends is trying to end this thing quick.

SC: Well Lane was to busy arguing with the ref, but he had a point, why did the ref send Brandi to the back? DX: Oh that was my ideal, you see I don't want anything or anyone to interfere with the out come of this match.

Back in the ring, Legend, with the use of Lane's hair, raises him to feet, irishwhip Lane into the ropes, as Lane bounces off Legend goes for another clothesline, but Lane ducks the move, bounce off the ropes once again jumps up and goes for a flying head scissors, but Legend catches him in mid air and hits a devastating powerbomb. Legend doesn't go for the cover; instead he once again raises Lane to his feet, snatches him by the head and lifts him to a suplex position, but he doesn't drop him, instead he hold him in that position basically posing with him.

SC: What a show of strength by the challenger.

DX: Yeah but he doing a little too much showboating.

MR: Now I know that you aren't talk, Mr. King of the Showboats.

As Legend continues to hold Lane in that position, suddenly flips down, lands on his feat, and in the same motion he hits Legend in the back with a drop kick sending him out and over the top rope. As Legend hits the arena floor he slowly raises to his feet, seeing this Lane runs bounce off the rope, jump and balances on the top then dives off and hit a plancha on Legend sending them both down hard on the arena floor. It does take Lane long to collect himself, he is quickly back to his feet, and start to attack the still down Legend, with a series of kicks to the chest and head. Lane then raises Legend to his feet, grabs him by the arm and irishwhip him into the ring step, causing Legend to him them knees first. Mean while the ref starts in with his count.

1 2

3

4…

MR: Ouch!

SC: Ouch is an understatement, with the force he hit those stair, it be amazing to see if he can even stand up.

DX: Well I think that was the plan in the first place, take out those knee, and Legend will be easy pickings for Lane's figure four.

5

6

7…

As Legend lays on the floor holding his left knee, Lane is quickly walks over, raises Legend to his feet, rolls him back into the, he then rolls back into the ring as well breaking the ref count. He then rolls back to the outside, grabs Legend left leg, pulls it to the outside of the ring, raise it above his head, and bring it down hard on the corner of the ring. He repeats the move a few more times, before dragging Legend by the leg over to the ring post. With both of Legend's legs straddling the ring post, Lane grabs the left leg, pulls it back and then swings it directly into the ring post, he does it again, and again, and then for a final time before the ref exits the rings and stops him.

SC: He's trying to cripple Legend.

DX: Nah He just soften him up, now if I was him, I would lock him in the figure four, right on the ring post.

MR: Yeah but even Lane isn't that vicious. Just as Manuela says that, Lane starts to wrap the legs of Legend into a position for a figure four, but Legend kicks him off sending his back first into the ring barrier. The move catches Lane off guard, but it only stops him for a moment, he quickly grabs the legs of Legend once again, and attempts the move, but this time pull his legs in with such force that it cause Lane to crash face first in the ring post. As Lane hits the floor in the pain, Legend, with the use of the ring ropes is trying to get to his feet and get some circulation back into his legs. After laying the floor for a moment, Lane slowly gets to his feet; roll back into the ring, only to be met by a hard elbow drop to the chest from Legend. Then Legend once again slowly gets to his feet, while at the same time he raises Lane to his feet as well. Legend then lays in a few hard shots to the fore head of Lane, he then delivers a hard kick to the guts, picks Lane up in a fireman's carry and hits a hard Death Valley Driver. He then crawls over to Lane and goes for the first cover of the match.

1

2 (kickout)

DX: Come on Legend it's going to take more than that to beat Lane.

SC: Sound like you're speaking form experience their Damion.

MR: Ah hello Mc Fly, Damion is a former World Champion, so does know what it take to be a winner.

With the use of the ring ropes once a again, a limping Legend walks over to the still down Lane, raises him to his feet, irishwhip him into the ring ropes, attempts a clothesline, but Lane ducks the move, comes to a stop and then hits a standing drop kick to the left knee of Legend. As Legend drops to one knee, he grabs the ring ropes, and pulls himself up, only to be knocked back down by a chop block to the back of his left knee from Lane. As Legend lays on the mat in pain, Lane takes his left leg, drapes it over the bottom rope, straddles it, and then with all his weight he come crashing down on the knee of Legend. He does the move for a second time, he then grabs the leg of Legend, spins him around to the center of the ring and signals that he is going for the Figure Four.

SC: If he locks in the move, this match is over.

MR: Nah, you think?

As he attempts to lock it in, with the use of his right leg, Legend forces Lane off of him and sends him face first into the turnbuckle. As Lane comes stumbling backwards, Legend grabs him from behind and hits a school boy, as the ref lays in the count…

1(kickout)

Legend then crawls over to ropes, and pulls himself to his feet, he then limps over to the still down Lane, and raises him to a vertical base as well. He then forces Lane into the corner with a hard shove, and follows it up with a few hard shoulder thrust to Lanes midsection.

SC: Man with each shoulder block it's like you can almost see the air leaving the body of Lane.

DX: Yeah a stiff should block will clear your passage way faster then the Heimlich.

After delivering his last shoulder block, Legend bends down grabs Lane by the legs and perches him on the top turnbuckle, he then climbs to the top rope, raise Lane to this feet as well and appears to be attempting a superplex. But Lane starts to fight the move with a few hard shots to the stomach of Legend, and then Lane suddenly shoves Legend off the top rope sending him crashing to the mat. Lane then gains his balance, and as Legend starts to slowly get to his feet, he turns and is hit with a Lane-canrana, and not wasting a movement he turns it into a pinning combination.

1

2

(kickout)

Lane slowly gets to his feet, with frustration written all over his face, he then raise Legend to his feet as well, delivers a hard kick to the gut, and hits the Taste of Sweetness. He then goes for another cover…

1

2

3 (no kickout)

SC: He kickout!!!

MR: He just kickout the Tastes of Sweetness!!!

DX: Now that has to really dampen your sprits when a guy kicks out after you hit him with your best move.

As Lane argues with ref about the count, Legend rolls away from them, climbs to a vertical base, with the use of the ring ropes, and is leaning against the ropes for support. As the ref and Lane continue their argument, Lane finally shoves the ref aside as he sees the Legend is back on his feet. Then with out warning Lane charges at Legend, but catch him and out of nowhere hits the Paradise City. But the move takes a lot out him as well, so as both men lay on the mat, Legend slowly take his arm and drapes it over the chest of Lane, as the ref starts count

1

2

Foot on the rope by Lane

MR: I thought we had a new champion for a moment there.

DX: Now Lane is a true vet, he knew exactly where the ropes where.

SC: And he uses them to save his title.

Legend then crawls away from Lane towards a natural corner, while the still groggy lane crawls over to a corner on the opposite side of ring. As both men use the ropes to get to their feet, it is Legend that is the first to his feet, then as Lane is in a full standing position in his corner,, it appears that Legend has built up a full head of steam. He then comes charging out of the corner toward Lane, who at the last possible moment, slides to the ring causing Legend to go crashing shoulder first into the corner post. As Legend start of slowly back up from the corner, Lane hits a leg sweep, knocking him to the mat, he then grabs his left leg, drags him to the center of the ring, and then locks in his patented Figure Four Leg lock.

SC: He got'em, Legend is in the center of the ring and the ropes are nowhere in his grasps.

DX: And after all that punishment that left knee took, it's only a matter of time before Legend has to tap out.

As Lane continues to apply the hold, Legend starts to scream out in pain, but he doesn't submit. Legend, with the use of his arm and hand starts slowly drag himself and Lane towards the ring ropes. Then believe it or not Legend actually makes it to the ropes, causing the ref to have to break the hold. But once the hold is broke, Lane doesn't give Legend a moment to breath, he quickly grabs him by the legs, this time dragging him even further away from the ropes, and once again locks in the figure four.

MR: I'll say this; this Legend kid has some heart.

DX: Yeah but if he doesn't tap soon, he going to need some new legs.

As Lane continues to apply the hold, once again Legend starts to drag himself to the ropes, but the pain become to much as he is force to finally tap out, (TAP, TAP, TAP) (DING, DING)

CP: Your winner and still Intercontinental champion, Sean Lane!!!

As the ref breaks the figure four, Lane slowly gets to his feet, as the ref raises his hand in victory.

SC: Nice match, they both gave us all they had.

MR: Damn I really wanted to see that Legend kid as the new champion.

DX: Well boys and girls thanks you fro having me out here, but if you'll excuse me I have some business to attend too.

As "Disposable Teens" by Marilyn Manson hits the P.A. system, Damion Xavier takes a microphone, and I.C. title off the timekeeper's table, and with both items in hand, he enters the rings much to the surprise of Sean Lane. He then raises the mike up to address the crowd as well as Sean.

Damion Xavier: Hey cut the music…First off congratulation Sean on one hell of a title defense, you two gave these people one hell of a match, and you have shown us all here tonight why you are the SFT Intercontinental Champion.

As the crowd starts to cheer for a brief moment, Damion takes the title and hands it to a still very cautious Sean Lane.

Damion Xavier: It just a shame that this title defense as well as the rest of your title defenses will be forever over shadowed by the fact that Brandi James gave you the title in the first place!!!

SC: I knew this was to good to be true, what the hell is Damion trying to do piss Lane off?

MR: Well if you shut up and listen you may find out.

Damion Xavier: You see Lane every one in this fed know that you are nothing more than Brandi James valet, and seeing how you could win that title on your own, you had to have your old lady win it for you. What is it with you and women, huh, either they are winning titles for you, or taking titles from you…

Suddenly Lane snatches the mike from Xavier

Sean Lane: Check this out Xavier…

But attempts to snatch it back, Lane won't release it, then as the two start a tug of war over the mike, Damion out of nowhere, kicks Lane in the gut, and follows up with the Xplosion, and as Lane is laid out in a prone position, Damion stand over the top of him, and begins to berate him.

Damion Xavier: You see unlike you Sean I don't need some high maintenance hoe to handle my problem, I can still kick little ass when I need too. And you know what I feel the urge to kick your ass, but then again I guess I've already done that. Well how about I give you a second helping of embarrassment this Friday at Inferno?

Suddenly "Disposable Teens" by Marilyn Manson hits the P.A. system, as the members of the Entourage come running to the ring, while at same time Damion exits the rings. Then as they look over still down Sean Lane, Damion Xavier still continues to address them.

Damion Xavier: Hey Brandi, Brandi, yeah you hoe, pay attention. When your little boyfriend come too, let him know that Triple X is willing to make a one night only return to the ring just to beat the hell out Sean Lane. And if you give him back his balls, maybe he'll not only be man enough to face me at Inferno, but he'll put that Intercontinental title on the line as well. Oh and one more thing… Just as sure as his name is Sean Lane If he faces me on Friday, he will find out why… IT IS NOT A F*CKIN GAME!!!

As "Fight Music" by D12 hits the P.A. system, the camera begins to a fade to a promo for Tuesday Night Titans.

THE WINNER OF THIS MATCH, Sean Lane

SC: That match and this whole PPV have simply been out of this world. I will kick myself for not remembering to record it.

MR: Can I kick you please? He he.

SC: Whatever. Okay our next match is another doozy for sure.

MATCH NUMBER FIVE
Damien Sparks versus Cyril Acheston
United States Title Match

MR: Well, Shawn here we go United States title match time!

SC: Oh joy.

MR: What? What's the matter with you? I said United States title match time!

SC: And I said oh joy.

MR: Ah you suck then. This match should be a doozy between Cyril Acheston and Damien Sparks.

SC: Yeah it should Manuela!

MR: What? I thought you were in a bad mood?

SC: Oh that's because my shoes were untied. Take it away Ms. Candy Peaks!

[Manuela Ramos looks at Shawn Cage with a confused and curious look on her face. She shakes her head and looks into the ring as we cut to the center of the ring where we see Candy Peaks standing with a microphone. She places it up against her mouth and begins announcing.]

Candy Peaks: Ladies and gentlemen the following contest is scheduled for one fall and is for the United States championship.

[The crowd cheers.]

MR: Yes it is!

SC: WHOOO!!!!! United States fever!!!

MR: Sing it sister?

SC: Sister?

MR: Brother!

SC: Ah well. Wait... aren't we in England?

MR: Unbeleivable...

Candy Peaks: Introducing first making his way down to the ring weighing in at 215 pounds from Los Angeles, California. He is a member of the legendary SFT stable The Immortal Outlawz . . . . . CYRIL ACHESTON!!!

[The lights dim, and a cold click of a gun's hammer can be heard over the PA. "Eulogy" by Tool strikes up as Cyril Acheston appears in the ring entrance. He makes his way to the ring as a huge blast of fire pyro shoots off on either side of the ring entrance. He climbs up on the ring, through the ropes and into the ensuing fray.]

MR: Boy does he look confident. Think this guy can take that title away from Damien Sparks?

SC: Look at the guy . . . he must be fifty-five years old or something. Sparks just has to have this guy chase him around the ring a couple times and it's over.

MR: Young or old is it not the talent that matters?

SC: I think health is what matters. Put this guy on life support or something stat!

MR: Oh shut up he's a great guy with remarkable talent. What doesn't he have that Sparks does?

SC: Stamina I can tell you that much. He he he.

MR: Ah your just talking crazy now you jackass. Let's bring out Sparks now.

Candy Peaks: And his opponent weighing in at 245 pounds from Toronto, Ontario, Canada. He is the SFT United States champion . . . ahem, Canadian Champion. He is . . . . . DAMIEN SPARKS!!!

[The arena lights cut out for a moment, then suddenly red and white lights flicker all round the arena, then "Cocky" hits and the arena fills with boo's. Red and white pyro streams from the top of the entrance with "Wrestling's Numero Uno" Damien Sparks standing just in front of it. He looks around at the crowd with an arrogant smile on his face as he slowly makes his way to the ring, taunting the jeering fans on the way.]

SC: There is Mr. Sparks and may I say looking sweeter than ever with that U.S. title with him.

MR: Oh please your such a suckup. Jesus Christ.

SC: Oh shut up. Your just jealous because he doesn't like you.

MR: Oh yeah. I forgot you guys are best friends. Psh!

SC: Psh!

MR: Let's just watch the match.

SC: Good!

MR: Great!

SC: Sweet!

MR: Awesome!

SC: Excellent!

MR: Terrific!

SC: Wanna make out?

MR: NO!!

SC: Ok ok. Let's just watch the match.

[Just as Damien removes the title from his waist and hands it over to Candy Cyril get's an early start and makes a jump on him from the front. Candy runs to the ropes and climbs out of the ring. Meanwhile referee Leon Tyson calls for the bell initiating the start of the match.]

DING! DING!

Damien Sparks starts off the match with a quick flying forearm followed by a double ax handle, he tries and executes a DDT.

MR: Wow Damien wastes no time.

Damien climbs the ropes quickly, he extends his arms and flies off ala Macho Man style, and hits a huge elbow. He covers the ref jumps down and counts 1..2...kickout!

SC: Uh I think Cyril isnt going down that easy.

Damien gets up and tries to lock in a figure 4 but Cyril kicks him in the face. Damien is down but grabs a leg and tries to lock in an ankle lock but Cryil rolls out of it.

MR: Well for an older guy Cryil sure knows how to counter certain moves.

Damien goes on undaunted and kicks Cyril in the head and tries to lock in a sharpshooter and does it!

SC: Damien has done it, he has the sharpshooter locked in!

Cryil in obvious pain is able to stretch out and grab the roopes as Damien is forced to break the hold.

Damien grabs Cyril and manages a high ankle back drop.

MR: Damien has been in control of the match thus far.

Damien with a T-Bone suplex, followed up by a top rope moonsault.

SC: That may do it.

Damien takes his time.

MR: Aww Damien is showboating now.

He covers 1..2..kickout by Cyril!!!!!!!!!!!

SC: You were right, that time cost him dearly.

Sparks sets up and hits his Flying Sparks. He again covers 1...2...kickout again by Cyril.

MR: Cyril just refuses to go quietly into the night.

Damien climbs the turnbuckles again, but Cyril somehow makes it to ropes and jiggles them, Damien Sparks loses his balance and falls awkwardly, Cyril manages to stubmle over and roll up Damien. as the ref counts 1..2..3

SC: I think Damien may be hurt, he’s holding his head.

MR: I’m sure he’ll be fine, maybe a concussion but he’ll be ok...I hope. But for right now its congratulations to our new United States Champion.

THE WINNER OF THIS MATCH, Cyril Acheston by Pinfall!

MR: Wow great match, too close for my comfort but great nonetheless.

SC: Well our time is up, up next is RW and JC to finish up the ppv.

[RW and JC take their places.]

RW: Folks were not stopping for one second to catch a breath, the ppv is hot and lets keep it that way.

[The scene goes to the backstage area. A cameraman walks past Lieutenant Commissioner Sterling’s office and overhears a heated conversation. The camera can see Sterling standing behind her desk resting on her hands at shoulder’s length apart. She looks flustered. She adjusts her spectacles on her nose and glares at the other person in the room, who the camera can’t see.]

Sterling: You can’t keep doing this!

Voice: Doing what?

Sterling: USING ME! Ever since I got this position, I felt like I’ve just been your puppet.

Voice: You feel like that because you know you owe me. I taught you how to fight, I showed you the SFT… I got you your job.

Sterling: Don’t use gestures of friendship against me. I have to think what’s best for the SFT now, not attend to your personal needs.

Voice: What’s best for the SFT now… heh. You don’t give a damn what happens in the SFT. People can tell you’re out for yourself.

Sterling: Oh shut up.

Voice: The voice of reason has finally touched you, hasn’t it? You see, all those stunts you pulled during the lightweight title match, they were for your own pleasure. You didn’t care what happened to Adia or Knife at all. You were merciless and bloodthirsty.

[We can see Sterling’s eyes move from side to side, as if someone was pacing across the room. ]

Sterling: I did what happened there… because… because…

Voice: BECAUSE YOU’RE WRONG IN THE HEAD!

Sterling: NO! I’m not… I just did it to entertain the fans… to be original. I wanted to make an impact!

Voice: And now, you’re going to leave me high and dry because you think you’ll be accused of being bias?

Sterling: Exactly… well, no… what I mean to say is…

Voice: You said exactly what you meant to say. Fine! That’s all I can say. I do everything for you… and you screw me over. Fucking great.

Sterling: But you’re not exactly para… You don’t need my help… What I’m… -

Voice: SHUT UP! Someone might here you! Look, if you’re not going to help me anymore, at least keep it a secret, okay?

Sterling: Fine.

[Sterling drops into her desk chair and shakes her head. A second later we see Ms. Black wheel out of the room in her wheelchair. She looks at the cameraman, who is now pretending to be walking casually past the door. The scene fades with Ms. Black looking at the cameraman suspiciously, and slamming the door to Sterling’s office shut.

MATCH NUMBER SIX
Erik Dean versus Glenn Owen
Carnage Match

JC: Well its time, what the fans, and we have been waiting for.

RW: For almost 4 months, this match has tried to go on, but has failed each and every time

JC: But Tonight, it will go on, and in a carnage match.

RW: Explain the rules again

JC: This Match is taking place in a Hell in a Cell, as you can see, the Cell is now coming down now, if you look inside the cage you will see all sorts of weapons taped to the Cage walls. This match is a 2 out of 3 so to speak. The First match is sort of a street fight. Now you will notice that workers are bringing a park bench, that’s because the 2nd match is a Park Bench Match. If you remember some time back, Shawn Walsh and Travis Hardy fought in a Bench match. The reason it’s a bench, is because they’re harder to break. And the 3rd and final match is a Ladder match, now in the top of the cage roof you will notice there is a hole, that’s because in order to win you must use the ladder to climb out and make it to the floor. But because it’s a 2 out of 3, there is an hour time limit.

RW: And there going to do this here?

JC: This type of match can only take place at a PPV.

RW: W00T. And we get to call the action.

Workers inside have placed the Bench near Ringside and two ladders on each side of the ring and two that are set up outside. The Cell has now reached the floor and the workers leavening the area. Smoke fills the entranceway, Green lights shine through it giving off a nice glow. The Fans cheer louder and louder as “Faint” by Linkin Park hits the PA system. Erik Dean then steps out from the back with an energetic entrance jumping up and down with his black trench coat on, the Fans are just loving it as they cheer for him. Dean then smiles and looks around and then runes down to the ring and through the doors of the cell and slides into the ring. He then jumps on the right side turnbuckle and flashes of the light come at him. Dean then does it at all four corners.

HV: The Fallowing match is deemed to be a Carnage match, in the ring, weight in at 225lbs, from LA, California. He is the Head General Manger… ERIK DEAN!

Dean then gets in the middle of the ring and takes off his trench coat and throws it to a stage worker. And then waits for Glenn.

HV: And making his way to the ring. Weighing at 235lbs, from Southwick England, :: crowd starts to cheer loudly::. He is the SFT Ambassador, he is… GLENN OWEN!

The crowd beings to cheer even louder then before as" The Boys Are Back In Town " by " Thin Lizzy " hits the PA system. Glenn Then makes his way out from the back and looks around the crowd. He smiles and walks down the ramp and enters the cage and climbs into the ring, he then walks to the middle and walks up to Dean, Dean extends his Hand, and Glenn accepts and they both exchange there good lucks to one another.

JC: Haven’t seen something like that in a long time.

Referee Brooks then calls for the bell so the match can begin. Glenn and Erik tie up, but Glenn’s straight over powers Dean and Glenn hits a suplex. Dean then gets back up fast and hits a close line to send Glenn to the mat, but then Glenn is back to his feet in a madder of seconds and nails Dean with a closeline of his own.

JC: both men are moving remarkably fast.

RW: I can tell.

Dean is now back to his feet and they tie up again, Dean then knees Glenn in the gut and then knees him in the face sending him to the mat, Dean then picks him back up and tries to hit a brain buster, but Glenn counters and hits a brain buster of his own and sends Dean to the mat hard. Glenn then climbs out of the ring and walks over to the wall, he then walks over to the chair and own straps it from the wall, just then Dean is back to his feet and Runs and jumps off the turnbuckle and flies off hitting a Swanton Bomb and nailing Glenn right into the Cage wall. The cage is self almost breaks from the impact.

RW: Holy Shit.

JC: That’s one of the only things that Dean has that Glenn Doesn’t have, its Deans speed and ability to fly off almost any thing.

Dean then gets back up and stumbles back a sec, but then regains control as Glenn gets to his feet, Glenn grabs Dean and throws him into the Cage wall, Dean then slides to the ground. Glenn then gathers his thoughts and then grabs Dean as he tries to get back to his feet, Glenn then takes Dean and runes to the other side of the cage and then launches Dean into the cage wall.

JC: Not looking good for Dean.

RW: Our Poor boss is being destroyed; we might be stuck with Gamble and Sterling in charge of Inferno….

JC: NOOOOOOOOOO!

Glenn then picks Dean back up, But Dean then fights back and hits a few punches to Glenn, lefts and rights. Then Dean hits Glenn in the gut, and on the cage wall is a chair, he un straps it and when Glenn gets back up Dean nails Glenn in the head with the chair and an OWWW from the crowd is herd. Dean then drops the chair and goes over to the ladder that is set up outside, Dean climbs all the way to the top, Glenn is slowly getting back up, Glenn makes it to his feet, Then Dean jumps off the top of the ladder with a corkscrew moonsalt nailing Glenn dead on the force sends Dean and Glenn right through the Cage wall and into the barricade on the outside.

JC: Holy shit, there outside.

RW: But then have to be inside to win though.

JC: looks like Glenn is busted open now.

Glenn is now busted open from the head, blood drips down to the floor; Dean gets back up Slowly And Glenn kicks him in the gut sending him back into the cage. Glenn then gets back to his feet, but Dean then gets up and grabs the tope of the cage hole and lifts up and with tremendous force and kicks Glenn back out and through the barricade. The barricade is now broken and there are peaces everywhere of the black wall. Glenn is now in the crowd and can not be seen, Dean then exits the cage and walks past the barricade, but then Glenn can be seen and close lines Dean to the ground, The crowd then cheers, Glenn then grabs a chair, and brings Dean back to his Feet, Glenn then Slams the chair hard on Deans head almost knocking him out cold.

RW: Thank god there are no fans on that side.

JC: But look, Dean is almost out cold and busted open now.

Glenn then throws the chair down and picks up Dean and drags him back to the cage. As they reach the Cage Dean then gets some life back and stops Glenn and throws his head into the Cage wall, Glenn then backs up and Dean hooks and hits an invert DDT. Dean then struggles to get back to his feet and lifts Glenn up and drag him into the cage and slides him back into the ring. Dean then climbs the turnbuckle and climbs to the top, Dean then flys off and hits the Holy Shout, but Glenn rolls out of the way and Dean hits nothing but Mat.

RW: Had to hurt.

JC: maybe just a little.

Glenn then gets to his feet and picks Dean up and then hits The Power Chokeslame. Glenn then goes for the cover.

1…
2…
Kickout….

JC: No way.

RW: No way.

Dean got a shoulder up, and Glenn can’t believe it, Glenn then gets back to his feet, he then lifts Dean up and tries to hit another Power Chokeslame, but Dean kicks Glenn in the gut and hits The Spoken Words. And both men are not out cold on the mat. Referee Brooks then checks on both. Dean then gets up and crawls over to Glenn and makes a cover.

1…
2…
Kickout…

RW: It took Dean to long to make that cover.

Dean then gets up and picks up Glenn once more, but Glenn then grabs Dean and hits the Chubb Slame. Glenn them makes a cover.

1…
2…
3…

Referee Brooks then calls for the bell to ring once signaling that the first round has ended and Glenn won.

JC: Looks like the first round goes to Glenn.

RW: It sure does. And now onto the Bench match.

Referee Brooks then signals for the bell to be rung so the second round can start. Glenn leans up now, and gets to his feet, he grabs Dean and throws him through the ropes and to the out side where the bench is. Glenn then climbs through the ropes and gets to the outside, Dean is using the bench to bring him self to his feet, as blood drips from his head, he spits it out of his mouth, and then turns around to see Glenn standing there, Glenn the take a right straight into Deans head sending him over the bench and into the cage wall. Glenn then walks around picks up Dean, he then hooks Dean and hits the Power Choke Slame onto the bench, but the bench shows no signs of breaking.

JC: Wow that had to hurt just a little.

RW: Just a little maybe.

Dean then screams out in pain and holds his back, Glenn then grabs Dean but Dean kicks Glenn in the face and sends him into the cage wall, then Dean gets an out burst of energy and hops back to his feet, Dean then runs at Glenn and hits a spear sending them through the cage wall again and into the ramp way.

RW: My god that’s two holes in each wall now. The Cell wont take much more of this.

JC: That’s some awesome power to break through it like that.

Dean then gets up slowly and looks over at Glenn who is getting up him self, Dean then grabs Glenn and walks back inside the cage, Glenn then pushes Dean forward and then runs into him hard sending him into the ring post. Glenn then stumbles back and holds his head, his head is still bloody, and its now on his shirt, Deans white shirt is now red from all the blood. Glenn then picks Dean back up, and drags him over to the bench, Glenn throws Dean on top the bench, and Glenn jumps on, Glenn brings Dean to his feet and Glenn hooks him for the Power Chokeslame, but Dean counters with a knee and hits The Spoken Words, but the Bench doesn’t break.

JC: What the hell is that thing made out of?

RW: Glenn has to be out cold.

Glenn is not moving and Dean fell off the bench, Dean then regains him self and climbs into the ring, he grabs the ladder and sets it up in the middle of the ring, Dean then climbs to the very top and looks down at Glenn.

JC: Fucking crazy bastard, there is no way he is going what I think he is going.

RW: Well he can’t win the match by climbing out yet; so then I think he is.

Dean then jumps off the ladder and hits the Holy Shout and connects sending Glenn through the park bench hard and almost killing Dean.

Crowd: OOOWWWWWW

JC + RW: HOLY SHIT!

Referee Brooks is in shock of what he just saw, He then gathers his thoughts and calls for the bell to be rung once stating that the second round is over.

JC: Wow, my god, are they all right?

RW: One of them better hurry to the top, there is only 20 minutes left.

Deans hand them begins to move, Dean then crawls off the broken bench and uses every thing he has to get up, Dean then climbs into the ring, we then pan over to Glenn, and he begins to show signs of movement. Inside the ring, Dean uses the ladder to help him self up, he then grabs the ladder and centers it in the ring. Dean then begins to climb. The Ladder, but Glenn is now in the ring, and he is slowly making his way to the ladder, Dean is to the top, and is now grabbing onto the cage roof and trying to pull him self up, Glenn then grabs the ladder and pulls it out from under Dean, Dean then grabs hold tightly and tries to pull him self up. Dean then uses all he has and pulls him self through and up onto the cage. Glenn is in shock as the fans cheer; Glenn then sets up the ladder and starts to climb up, as Dean is almost out cold on top the cage. Glenn then makes it up and pulls him self up. Glenn is now on top the cage and picks up Dean; Dean then throws a punch at Glenn, but Glenn Ducks and hits a closeline sending both down.

JC: They both better be careful or other wise it’s going to break

Glenn then gets back up and grabs Dean and hits a Chubb Slam, but the cage does not break.

RW: Jesus did u see it move?

JC: There is only like 15 minutes left

Dean is feeling the pain as blood drips through the cage and down to the ring from both Dean and Glenn. Glenn grabs Dean head and starts to punch him and the crowd counts

1…
2…
3…
4…
5…
6…

At 7 Dean counters and kicks Glenn sending over Dean and into the cage roof hard. Dean then gets up Slowly and looks over at Glenn, Dean then walks forward and picks up Glenn, he then hooks him for a Suplex, and that one almost goes through the Cage.

RW: Jesus Christ, are they trying to break it.

JC: Why doesn’t one of them just climb down already?

Dean then walks over to the end of the cage and starts climbing down, but Glenn is back to his feet and walks over there and first grabs Dean by the hear, and then by the neck and uses every ounce of straight Glenn has and pulls Dean back up. Glenn then hits a Power Chokeslame sending Dean into the cage Roof hard. But it still doesn’t break

JC: Its almost like it’s the Bench, the fucker wont break.

RW: Thank god. What’s the time?

JC: 1 minute. Holy hell.

Glenn then looks at Dean, Glenn then picks Dean back up and then hooks him one more time and hits the Power Chokeslame once more and sends him through the cage and all the way to the mat below and the impact makes a huge dent in the ring.

RW + JC: HOLY SHIT!

From the impact of the Chokeslam the cage then begins to break down and Glenn then falls off lands right through the Spanish announcer table.

JC: MAN THAT COULD HAVE BEEN US!

RW: HOLY SHIT, GLENN JUST WON!

Referee brooks then makes it around to HV and beings to talk to him, after that Brooks then goes into the ring to check on Dean as Outlaws members Radiant, SwitchBlade, and Cyril come rushing down to check on Glenn.

HV: Due to the 2 out of 3 ruling, the Time limit had indeed expired before Glenn Owen hit the floor, therefore this match is a DRAW!

The crowd then begins to boo.

JC: Lets look at the Replay

The replay that shows a timer, as Glenn falls the time is at 5 seconds, as soon as Glenn reaches the announce table the clock had reaches zero.

JC: Holy Cockbites Randy, it’s a draw.

RW: I am not eve going to ask.

Inside the ring we can see that Dean is moving, Referee Hendrix has entered the ring and him and Brooks are helping Dean to his feet, he is a bloody mess. Outside, Glenn too is moving with his Outlaws helping him. Glenn then asks them to help him into the ring. All the outlaws get into the ring and help Glenn in slowly. Dean then gets Defensive as all of them gather around Dean, Hendrix and Brooks have now left the ring. Dean is on his own two feet. Glenn then tells SwitchBlade something in his ear.

RW: What are they doing?

JC: I am not sure.

Glenn then walks up to Dean and extends a hand, Dean accepts and the crowd begins to cheer.

RW: Now that’s what I like to see.

JC: Yea two people beating the shit out of each other and then saying good fight. SwitchBlade then walks up to Dean with a look in his eye, Dean then gets Defensive again, but then Switch has something in his hand and gives it to Dean. Dean opens it up and it’s… an Outlawz T-shirt….

RW: No way…

Dean then smiles and takes off his old bloody white t-shirt and puts on the outlawz T, the crowd then begins to cheer louder then every before.

JC: HOLY SHIT DEAN JUST JOINED THE OUTLAWZ!

RW: They can’t be stopped now, because they’re Outlawz for life.

JC: God shut up.

All of the men then exit the ring to Under Pressure by Queen. They all then make it to the top of the ramp way, and then look out into the crowd as the fans just cheer.

JC: Well um, we need to fix the ring area sense its pretty much destroyed now, so watch these commercials.

RW: But its PPV.

JC: Shut it cockbite.

THE WINNER OF THIS MATCH, Draw by Time out!

JC: And we are back.

RW: Great match, and Dean sure showed his stuff fighting his idol Glenn. Randy White: It is now my pleasure to introduce to you, the leader of The Acts of God, (The Crowd Boos moderately) ladies and gentlemen, Al...CREED!

(The lights in the Stadium of Light begin to flicker, as "No Shelter" by Rage Against the Machine begins to play. Al Creed makes his way through the crowd, wearing a dark, hooded sweater with a zipper down the front. He hops over the ring rail, and rolls into the ring. He climbs up the turnbuckle, and stretches his arms out in a crucifix pose, and then raises his fist in the devilhorns salute. He climbs down the turnbuckle, grabs a mic from a ring hand, and makes his way to Randy White, as the music fades.]

RW: Al Creed, You are a relative newcomm--

Al: Don't you dare call me that word! I didn't work my ass off for seven years, to have pissant, rinky-dink, third string announcers in cheap, Best Buy suits call me "Newcommer."

RW: My apologies...Since debuting in Strike Fantasy Towers, you've tried in what almost seems like in vain to make yourself known. You've called the former World Champion, Switchblade a "pussy!" You shamelessly attacked Goldeneye, an SFT veteren! What ARE you trying to accomplish?

Al: Isn't it simple, you twit? I thought I told this story before, that I want to prove to SFT and all these simpleton, pathetic swine that make up the SFT fanbase (The crowd begins to boo more), That I am the best this industry has ever seen! Or, is Al Creed not that important to pay heed to, Randy?

RW: I didnt say that, I--

Al: But it's the truth, isn't it? Al Creed isn't "Good enough" for SFT, is he? I mean, thats why all I get is some pointless interview segemnt, isn't it? Im not "Pay Per View Calibre?" I'm not marketable, Randy?

RW: Calm down! The only reason why you weren't given a match is because there wasn't room on the card for--

AL: Don't give me that bullshit. I can smell the bias in the air, bitch (Al Creed takes a minute to smell the air) Yepp, it's bias alright, mixed with a hint of utter bullshit. SFT is biased towards Al Creed. I mean, why else am I not United States Champion right now?

RW: What exactly are you implying??

Al: I'm implying, that Al Creed was the direct victim of a good, old fashioned Screw job. At Wargames last week, didn't that three count Damian Sparks got seem...I dunno...A little fast??

RW: Of course not! Thats absurd!

Al: Of course you'd say that, wouldn't you, tool? The wrestlers in the back, the administration, the referees, the dime-a-dozen announcers, hell, even the lowest forms of staff in SFT are all biased towards Al Creed! The other day, I tried to get a hamburger from catering, and I could have sworn that little punk who served it to me, spat in it.

RW: Now, you're just making that up!

Al: You're calling me a liar.

RW: Wait...what?

Al: You're calling me a liar. You F*cking twat!

[Al Creed grabs Randy by the shirt, and pulls his fist back, ready to punch Randy in the face.]

RW: WOAH WOAH WOAH! Calm down! You don't need to over react over this!!

[Al Creed lets Randy's shirt go.]

Al: You know, you're right...I shouldn't beat you to oblivion, for calling me a liar!

[Al Creed takes a few steps away, but then sharply turns around and clubs Randy in the head with the microphone, causing him to fall to the ground, clinching his head. Al Creed bends down, and picks up the other microphone.]

Al: I'm going to beat you to oblivion, to vent my frustration!

[Al throws down the microphone, and picks Randy White up. He grabs Randy by the waist, and lifts him up on the top turnbuckle, facing away from the ring. Al Creed, climbs to the top, and hits Randy with the Cultural Revolution, a top rope Sunset powerbomb. As Randy withers in pain, Al kicks him out of the ring. Paramedics rush to ringside with a stretcher, as Al Creed picks up the mic. All of a sudden, Rock Superstar and Derek Crist run through the crowd, and into the ring. Al Creed high fives both of them, and the three taunt the crowd. Derek Crist climbs the turnbuckle, and looks over the crowd. Al Creed leans on the top rope, with the Rock Superstar, and continues to speak.]

Al: Now, with that unpleasantness out of the way, It's time for all you low brows and soccer holligans to play close, close attention. Today, marks the beginning of a new era in SFT. Today, All of this, which you see, All of this, which you enjoy, will soon cease to exist. AFT, you want to fuck around with me? You want to make Al Creed look like a piece of shit? No more! I will not become the butt to every God damn joke around here. Tonight, the fun and games end. If the Acts of God won't be welcomed into SFT...WE DECLARE WAR! Tonight, Acts of God, is it's own entity. If you people won't let me near that piece of god damn tin you call a World Title...I'LL MAKE MY OWN! Behold! The AOG World Heavyweight Championship!

[Al Creed unzips his sweater, and rips it off, reviealing a Championship belt with the letters "AOG World Heavyweight Champion" on it. Al pulls it off his waist, and drapes it over his shoulder. The Rock Superstar pretends to polish the belt with his fist, as Al continues to speak.]

Al: Take a good, hard look at me, SFT, because this is the man that will bury your fucking company. And...A hell, Rock SuperStar, take it away!

[Al Creed hands the Mic to the Rock SuperStar.]

RSS: This is how you make..AN IMPACT

[Rock SuperStar throws down the mic, and climbs the turnbuckle opposite of Derek Crist, as "No Shelter" by Rage Against The Machine begins to play. Al Creed, Rock SuperStar and Derek Crist pose in front of the camera. The three climb out of the ring, and hop over the guard rail, leaving through the crowd to a chorus of boos. Al Creed hoists the AOG Championship in the air, as they leave the arena.]

RW: It is now my pleasure to introduce to you, the leader of The Acts of God, ladies and gentlemen, Al...CREED!

[The lights in the Stadium of Light begin to flicker, as "No Shelter" by Rage Against the Machine begins to play. Al Creed makes his way through the crowd, wearing a dark, hooded sweater with a zipper down the front. He hops over the ring rail, and rolls into the ring. He climbs up the turnbuckle, and stretches his arms out in a crucifix pose, and then raises his fist in the devilhorns salute. He climbs down the turnbuckle, grabs a mic from a ring hand, and makes his way to Randy White, as the music fades.]

MATCH NUMBER SEVEN
Brandi James versus Switchblade versus Myris
Triple Threat Standard Match

JC:Well SFT fans,Your in for a treat tonight. The SFT bookers have booked one hell of a match.

RW:Yup JC,I'm excited myself. I can't wait toi see how this match goes down and if Deap Pac and Immortal Outlaws can stay out of it as well.

JC:Looks like the RA is ready to start the match.

RA:First coming to the ring,Hailing from Stirling, Scotland,MYRIS!

The crowd are silent in anticipation as the first few chords of 'Killing In The Name of' strum out over the PA System. Before the music kicks in, the words 'Enter The Expert' flash across the StrikeTron as they are spoken from a microphone behind the stage. Myris walks out from behind the curtain to a hail of boos, strutting confidently down the ramp, holdhing his hands high above his head and soaking up the hatred of the Strike Towers crowd. He reaches the ring apron, and walks up the ringsteps and along the outside of the ropes before ducking in and climbing to the top of the nearest turnbuckle. He leaps down, and awaits his opponents.

RA:And now,Coming from Miami,Flordia,"The Goddess" BRANDI JAMES!

The lights dim and "Headstrong" by Tapt starts up. As the bass line picks up, two shots of purple and siver pyro shoot straight up towards the arena's rafters. As the smoke clears, Lane is standing with arms outstreched and Brandi James clutching around his waist and then makes his way slowly down the ramp and around the ring, taunting the fans. Brandi then steps under the rope that Sean holds down with his foot, and into the ring and they move into two opposite corners, each time raising her arms and yelling back at the fans before going over towards the entrance again and kissing Brandi James before getting ready to start the match.

RA:And finally,From Los Angeles,CA,SWITCHBLADE!

SwitchBlade comes out to "Crack Addict" by Limp Bizkit, and pyros shoot from both sides. The titan tron shows a switchblade going through a skull and shattering it to pieces. The name "SwitchBlade" is seen in red letters on the switchblade. Then a bunch of clips of all of SwitchBlade's matches are shown. SwitchBlade then pops up from the entrance with a cheer from the audience, and struts down to the ring doing taunts for the audience. He climbs up on the apron, and jumps over the ropes. He then stands in the center of the ring and stands with his arms folded, and waits for the match to start

*Bell rings*

Switchblad Goes right after Myris hit a barrage of Chops to the chest but Brandi,being the smart one,Takes advantage of this and lands a swift kick into Switchblades spine. SWitchblade holds his back as Myris and Brandi double team him. Myris goes for a dropkick to his chest and Brandi knocks Switchblades feet from under him with a low kick. Myris that locks in a sleeper hold on Switch.

RW:Brandi and Myris seem to be working well together.

As Myris has the sleeper hold locked in brandi kicks Myris hard in the head knocking him off Switch and causing him to hold his head. Brandi goes for a cover....

1......

KICK OUT!

JC:Not even a two count on that attempt.

Myris gets up holding his head and looks around than sees Brandi standing over Switchblades body as Switch gets slowly to his feet. He walks towards brandi and slaps her hard in the back of the head,Than goes for a reverse DDT! Brandi hits the canvas hard as switchblad gets to his feet and rushes towards Myris whos standing over Brandi laughing. He than hits Myris in the stomach with a hard knee. Meanwhile Brandi is laying in the middle of the ring holding her back,Struggling to get to her feet. Switchblady gets in a firemans carry on Myris and stomps on him as he hits the ring floor. He goes for a quick pin.

1...

2...

KICK OUT!

RW:A two count,I thought Switch had the match there.

JC:Same here.

Brandi gets to her feet and rushes towards Switch to sees her coming from the corner of her eye and give her a big boot to the face! Switchblade seems to think he has the match in the bag. Switch begins to focus on Brandi and bends down besides her,He puts her in a leg lock as Myris gets to one knee holding his head dazed. He sees Switch slowly inches towards him,WHen he reaches he pulls him off brandi. Switch struggles and throws Myris off of him. He looks back towards Myris only to get caugh off guard and put into a choke slam postion. Preaching What You Prey!!!!!!!!!! Preaching What You Prey!!!!!!!!! HE HIT IT!

1....

2....

BRANDI BREAKS UP THE COUNT! She picks up the dazed Myris and DDTS him on the mat. She than goes to the top rope!

RW:Oh my.....Shes gonna go for it........

The Long Kiss Goodnight!!!!! HIT ON MYRIS! She goes for a pin........

1...

2...

BROKEN UP BY SWITCH!!!!!!

JC:She got her attention off of Switch,Bad move.

Switch sees both of his opponents down and goes for a pin on Myris

1...

2...

KICK OUT!

Now all three of them are to their feet. They all rush towards each other,Each one throwing punches and kicks untill all thats left is pure chaos and carnage. Brandi is the first to go down. Shes bleeding from a hard shot to the forehead,It looks like a deep cut and proably from having nails raked on her forehead. She holds her forehead and struggles on the mat as Myris and Switch continue exchanging blows. Switch finally lands a huge uppercut sending Myris to the outside of the ring. Switch slides outside the ring and tosses Myris on the announcers table.

RW:*standing to his feet* HEY BE CAREFULL!

JC:RW,I think we sould get out of here.....

Switch picks Myris up and gets him in power bomb potion and holds both of his arms out wide! HE PICS UP MYRIS AND HITS THE DEEP CUT!!!!!! DEEP CUT! The table brakes into pieces and RW and JC stand around the broken table with shocked looks on theri faces. Their equipment no longer works.

JC:*screaming* WE NEED A NEW TABLE!

Switch goes for the pin but suddenly a man in a black ski mask rushes out of the audience and floors Switch with a lead pipe. The man laughs and turns twoards the ring. He pulls a microphone from his pants and removes his mask revealing Shadow.

Shadow:YOU THIINK YOUR BETTER THAN ME? You coulden't beat my brother,And you sure as hell can't beat me. Your nothing Switchblade,And you had to kill me brother to beat him. That proves your no real man,And you will never be a man in my eyes! Hell,Look at you. Your laying on the ground bleeding,Your fucking little girl. I'll see you soon,Bet on it.

Shadow throws Myris into the ring and walks backstage. Myris and Brandi slowly get to their feet and look towards each other. Brandi rushes towards Myris with what little energy she has left but Myris steps to the side and catches her by the hair. He tosses her across the ring by her hair.

Crowd:HOLY SHIT!

Myris looks down to see a bloody lock of Brandi James' hair in his hand. He goes big eyed and tucks the lock into his tights and goes for a pin.

1..... 2...... 3.....

HE WON!

RA:Your winner......MYRIS!

THE WINNER OF THIS MATCH, Myris by Pinfall!

[The camera cuts backstage, following the Acts of God members as they walk down the halls back to their dressing room. After a few twists and turns, they come across their allotted door. Casually, they open it and enter. Upon closing the door, sounds of a massive struggle can be heard. Glass shatters, and there's a huge smack. The cameraman runs into the room when the racket dies down, and we see Paul "The Messiah" Philips holding AOG leader Al Creed against the concrete wall by the neck. All members of the Acts of God are down and out, with the exception of Nirvana who is looking at The Messiah, mortified. Paul reaches down into his boot, and withdraws a long ceremonial dagger. He raises it up to Creed's face, with fury and and an insane gleam in his eye. Nirvana moves to grab paul's hand, and lower the blade, but Paul forces the blade into Al's cheek, drawing a drop of blood.]

The Dark Messiah: What is the PROBLEM with you people? I thought up the Gauntlet of the Gods match so I wouldn't have to face those punks Virus and Suicyde for the tag titles. You're supposed to fight like men possessed...instead you dumbasses get eliminated by a man in a CHEESE COSTUME? I should just kill you right here and now, and get it all over with.

Al Creed: Now, Paul...

The Dark Messiah: Don't EVER call me that again. I'm "The Messiah." "The Dark Messiah" for short. If I hear anything less from you, I'll pop your eyeballs like grapes.

[The Messiah lifts his knife to Al's eye, holding it mere millimeters away.]

The Dark Messiah: Now that I've made that point clear that I don't like you, I've got something else to say. You're not my leader. Never were. I think you only lead Acts of God to steal the thunder from the people under you, anyway. I don't need that...just as I don't need dumbasses that get their asses kicked by cheeseman...so you can consider THIS my act of severence. "I am, and forever shall be..."

[The Messiah draws back his armand in a flash thrusts it forward in a stabbing motion, barely missing Al's ear my an inch, resulting in a squeak of surprise from Nirvana.]

The Dark Messiah: "...retired from the Acts of God."

[Messiah loosens his grip on Al's neck, and pries his dagger from the wall. He turns a hundred-eighty degrees, and strides out of the locker room. Al Shakes his head, gets a fire in his eyes, and starts to follow, but Nirvana gets in his way, attempting to calm him down.]

Al Creed: Judas...You've just turned your back on Salvation! Paul...Your Pride will be your Waterloo...

[The camera fades back to the ring.]

MATCH NUMBER EIGHT
Radiant versus Aj Nin Red Rum
World Heavyweight Title Match

RW:And now we have the main event.............

JC:Quite the main event too............

We go to thering and the RA is reading from a slip of paper in his hand

RA:Tonight,Fans of the SFT,You witness history in the making. For years,The SFT World Heavyweight title has been the most coveted title in all of our business. Rookies dream of holding thid title,And VEturns put everything on the line to win it. Lat month at SFT "Return to Hell",Our current champion won his title only to have to stolen by Deadp Pac Member Aj Nin Red Rum. Tonight their on going fued comes to a head in thi Heavyweight title match. One is a member of Dead Pac,The other is a member of the Immortal Outlaws. Both men of honor and skill,But only one can leave the ring with the most coveted title in our business.

RA Nods and pulls another sli[ of paper from his pocket and begins to read off of it

RA:First the challenger,A Man of mystery whos master plan was to torment Radiant into submission. A man who is a charter member of The Dead Pac and a vet before there was a SFT,Hes has had classic battles with men of legend in our business.......AJ NIN RED RUM!

Suddenly the arena lights dim and a blast of pyro goes off at the entrence way as a spot light searches the arena for Aj Nin. Suddenly the whole arena goes red and Darkness by Peter Gaberial hits thepa and demonic laughter fills the arena. The spotlight stops in the middle of the crowd waatching the Match and as the camera zooms in we can see Aj Nin is standing the the crowd taunting the fans and laughing as he does. He slowly walks foward and flips off various fans as he does.He jumps to the top of the safty rail and takes a shoot fighting stance and aughs as he does. He turns around and does a backflip off the rail to the floor below and slides into the ring.

RW:Aj Nin is here......

JC:Yup...

RA:And now,THe challenger. A man with a vibrant history in SFT,Last month he won the SFT heavyweight title only ot have it taken from him. He remained a champion without a belt,But deep inside he had anger,TOday he releases his anger onthe man who caused his pain. Ladies and Gentle,Your SFT Heavyweight Champion........RADIANT!

WELCOME....TO THE RADIATION ERA is heard in a deep bass voice throughout the arena. Suddenly the lights turn bright white and red and orange pyros start exploding on both sides of the ramp. As the pyros fade suddenly "Come As You Are" By Nirvana erupts through the speakers and the black curtains up on the stage are thrown aside from the left as Radiant walks out onto the main stage. He takes a few steps out onto the main stage and then stops and leans back and looks up at the main searchlight shining down on him. He raises both arms into the air and pauses for a few moments. Seconds later he lowers his arms and shakes his head and begins walking down the ramp. Along the way he slaps a few fans hands and gets a cheap pop. He runs the remaining twenty feet or so and reaches the ring and slides in underneath the bottom rope. He stands up right after and runs to the far left turnbuckle and hops up to the top. He raises both arms into the air and receives a loud applause from the fans. Seconds later "Come As You Are" By Nirvana fades and Radiant hops down and stretches on the ropes and then walks towards the center of the ring. The lights fade back down to where they were and the pyros finally stop.

Rw:And here we go! The biggest match of the night and quite possiably a match that will go down in history!

*Bell Rngs* Aj Nin laughs and taunts Radiant with the old belt around the waist taunt. Radiant shakes his head and screams something at him. Aj Nin rushes towards Radiant and goes for a kick to the midsection but its blocked by Radiant. Aj Nin shows signs of frustration. Radiant just stares at Aj Nin with determined eyes. Aj Nin stares back with his demonic looking eyes.

Rw:And we have a stare down. The strea at each other with determined eyes,Neither one falters. Neither one wants to show weakness to the other,Both of them want to strike fear in the others heart. As they continue Aj Nin has had enough and rushes at Radiant once again and thing time connects with a knee to the stomach. Radiant beedns over and Aj nin goes for an axe kick to his head but Radiant pulls up and his Aj Nin square in the jaw. AJ nin falters and stumbles backwards,He quickly shakes his head and relizes that Radiant is running towards him in an attempt to take advantage of his falter. As he runs towarsd him Aj nin regains consicnus and catches him in a ddt postion and slams him HARd on the mat

Jc:What a DDT! Aj Nin goes to the tope of the turnbuckle he signals for "Above the rest"

RW:Hes going for Above the rest!

Jc:If he hist this he'll have the advantage! He jumps from the top rope as the fans give shocked responses. Just as he gets above Radiant,he moves out of the way and Aj nin hits his knee hard on the mat

Jc:Holy shit!

Radiant stands to his feet and looks around with a smiles on his face. He walsk to the fallen Aj nin and puts him in a leg lock. Suddenly Radiant goes for a running leg drop and hits! He goes for a pin.......

1......

2......

KICK OUT!

suddenly Aj Nin tosses Radiant off of his body and slowly gets to his feet. Radiant is staring at him with surpised eyes and rushes towards him but gets caught with another hard DDT. Whils Radiant is down aj nin slides out of the rin and goes under the ring and pulls out...........

RW:A BAG OF LIGHT BULBS! Aj Nin reenters the ring and lays the bag by Radiant. He picks him up and hits DEAD WEIGHT on the bag of light bulbs! He rusrn Radiant over to reaveal a torn up and blood back with shards of light bulbs in it. Radiant is screaming in pain. He picks him up agaian and goes for DARKNESS FALLS on the lightbulbns. RADIANT IS OUT. Aj Nin goes for tne pin.

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NEW CHAMPION!

RA:The winner and new champion....AJ NIN RED RUM! The Ref holds up Aj Nins arm and hands him the worldtitle. Aj Nin falls down backwards and catches his breath ad Dead Pac comes from abckstage to celebreat with him.

THE WINNER OF THIS MATCH, Aj Nin Red Rum by Pinfall!

[After being defeated for the World Heavyweight Title, Radiant slowly makes his way backstage as a beaten and broken man. In the ring, Ice hugs Aj Nin Red Rum, as he holds the Title in his right hand, high above his head. "Waiting to Die" by (hed) P.E. continues to play, as the fans cheer Aj Nin Red Rum out of respect, something they usually would not do.]

JC: Aj Nin Red Rum said he would do it, and he did! He has once again become the man to beat here in the Strike Fantasy Towers!

RW: Radiant seemed to be off his game tonight, and Red Rum used it to his full advantage. Now, Aj Nin Red Rum and Ice can take that belt backstage to the Dead Pac locker room, and celebrate their triumph!

[Aj Nin Red Rum begins standing on the second turnbuckle of each corner, and posing with the belt, as Ice claps for him in the ring. Suddenly, the lights go out in the arena, and "Waiting to Die" stops playing.]

RW: Well, it wouldn't be a SFT Pay Per View without a huge ending...

JC: What the hell is this, though?

[Beams of green electricity begin to flow through the steel structure of the entranceway, as it makes a eerie buzzing sound. The fans do not know what to expect, so they listen intently. Suddenly, a voice begins to speak over the sound system.]

Voice: "Throughout the history of Strike Fantasy Towers, one man has continuously made his mark for all to remember. He has done it all in the world of wrestling, and prides himself on controversy. After six months out of the spotlight, he has once again emerged in Strike Fantasy Towers for one reason, and one reason only... "

[The electricity at the entrance then stops, and there is no sound... All of the sudden, a large explosion goes off, and the voice finishes.]

Voice: "To Turn Up the Volume!"

[The fans then begin to cheer as "Headstrong" by Trapt plays in the arena, and the lights come back on. Aj Nin Red Rum and Ice now stand in the ring facing the entrance, with angry looks on their faces. All of the sudden, "The Living Legend" Amp walks through the entrance, and the fans roar in applause and cheers for him. He simply smiles, and outstretches his arms to take in the cheers. He then walks to the ring slowly, smiling at Aj Nin Red Rum and Ice the whole time.]

JC: I don't believe it! I thought SFT would never again see a Pettis family member in action!

RW: Well, you know that they are the most unpredictable people in the world of wrestling!

[Amp enters the ring by stepping through the ring ropes, and his music stops playing. He takes off his sunglasses, and puts them in his pocket, as the cheers begin to die down. He then is handed a microphone from the ring announcer. As Aj Nin Red Rum stares intently, Amp speaks.]

Amp: SFT...

[Amp is quickly cut off, when Aj Nin Red Rum rips the microphone from his hand. He then speaks.]

Aj Nin Red Rum: Just what the hell are you doing here, Amp? This is my time, not yours!

[Amp then shrugs, and walks over to where the ring announcer stands. He asks for another microphone, and gets one handed to him. He points to it and mouths the word "Mine" to Aj Nin. He then speaks.]

Amp: Well, before I was rudely interrupted... What I was going to say was... Damn it feels good to be back in a SFT ring!

[The fans cheer after hearing this.]

Amp: But anyways, I know you are wondering why I chose to make my appearance now, after you just won the World Heavyweight Title...

[Aj Nin Red Rum nods slowly.]

Amp: Well, I just wanted to tell Ice here not to worry, and that the child support check is in the mail!

JC: Always the smart ass.

RW: Look at Amp.. He's laughing his ass off!

Aj Nin Red Rum: Cut the bullshit! I want to know what the hell you want, and now, before I decide to call out the entire Dead Pac on your ass, Amp!

[Amp's smile quickly turns serious, as he looks Aj Nin Red Rum in the eyes.]

Amp: Well then , since you put it so bluntly... I'm here to once and for all end your reign of terror in professional wrestling. For years, we have went back and forth in feds all over the globe. Not once was there ever a clear victor in our feud... But now... Now you have the Dead Pac and Shadow behind you, and you stand here as the 'top dog' of SFT. I'm here to fix that. And this time, I don't need a large stable behind me. I don't even need my damn brother. All I need is me, myself, and I!

Aj Nin Red Rum: Oh, is that so? Well then I hope you know what you're getting into, Pettis Jr.... Because I won't need the Dead Pac to finish you off! I alone have more than enough ruthlessness inside of me to stop you short of your goals. Plus, I have already proved that I am better than you....

[Aj Nin then holds up the World Heavyweight Title.]

Aj Nin Red Rum: After all, I have won this twice now.. How many times have you won it? Oh, that's roght... none. That is because you are nothing but a talentless piece of shit, and all of your wins are pure luck. In fact, you don't even deserve a shot at this belt!

[Amp then gets up in Aj Nin Red Rum's face, as they stare each other down. Aj Nin Red Rum throws his microphone down, as Amp speaks.]

Amp: I don't want that title.. All I want, is your blood on my hands, Will... Let's do this...

[Amp then throws his microphone down, as he and Aj Nin Red Rum begin trading punches. The fans are going nuts at seeing this, as Ice tries to tell them both to stop.]

RW: We have got a hell of a brawl on our hands! Amp is back, and it looks like SFT's stock just rose with this feud in full force!

JC: Fans, we hate to do this, but we are out of time! Tune in to Tuesday Night Titans to see more great SFT action!

[Amp and Aj Nin continue to brawl, as security begins running towards the ring. Reality then fades away.]