Live from Toronto, Canada. With Randy White and John Cartwright at Ringside.

Opening

The lights dim and we hear Nirvana playing slowly in the background, as we see RW and JC take their respective spots the crowd is waiting in anticipation as RW and JC start to talk while still in a blackout.

RW: Ladiessssss and Gentlemen welcome to the show.

JC: Are you readdyyyyyyyyyyy!!!

RW: I love this song, I bet you Kurt Cobain is looking up from Hell angry we’re using his music for our gain.

JC: Shut up, don’t talk about Kurt like that.

RW: Sorry, didn’t know you were such a fan.

The lights go bright, pyro goes off, and the fans errupt

JC: We are set to begin, so lets get to it.

Match Number One
Damien Steel vs. Nex Angelus vs. Johnathan Templeton
( Triple Threat Match)

RW: The opening match should be hotly contested, all three competitors are wanting to make their mark here. This is Damien Steel’s first chance to impress on Pay Per View, JT wants to move towards the title scene and Nex Angelus is just pissed off.

JC: The fans are really starting to rally behind Steel as their new hero, could he be the next big thing?

RW: We will soon find out because Nex and JT stand his way. Nex wants nothing more than to destroy the new golden boy of the SFT fans.

The commentators are correct the fans are well and truly behind Steel as they begin to chant, “Nightfire! Nightfire!”, JT looks a little confused and a little upset as if he was expecting the support himself and Nex just rolls his eyes and leans back against the corner as he waits for referee to ring the bell.

JC: The referee signals to the bell keeper and we are underway for the first PPV of 2008!

JT springs into action and attacks Steel, shoving him against the turnbuckle and laying in the kicks as Nex still doesn’t move from his corner. Damien moves like lightning and switches his position with JT, returning his kicks with interest as JT falls to the corner.

RW: Nex is on the move!

Out of nowhere Nex runs across the ring and lays a dropkick into Damien sending him crotch first into JT’s head. Nex stands up with a bemused look on his face as Damien falls over from the headbutt to the crotch and JT hurriedly wipes off his face. Before he can finish though Nex returns again with a dropkick to JT’s face.

JC: JT started out aggressive here but he is getting the worst of it at the moment!

RW: I know some ladies who wouldn’t have minded being in JT’s place.

JC: Oh and now we are going to get abusive letters from the feminists too.

Nex stands up again bad mouthing JT and turns and appeals sarcastically to the fans, who of course just boo him in return, he scowls and gives them a middle finger and screams some abuse as some of the fans in the front row.

RW: Nex a bit distracted with the fans here.

JC: ROLL UP!

Damien suddenly pops up from his fetal position and takes advantage of the distracted Nex, the crowd roars as the referee slides around and starts his count.

1…

2…

Nex kicks out and pops back to his feet piss over, only to get a clothesline from behind from the now recovered JT. JT and Damien look at each other then nod, the both pick up Nex by the hair and throw him to the ropes. Damien spins with a vicious spin kick to the head, while spins around and kicks Nex’s feet from under him.

RW: BOOM! JT and Damien getting a little bit of revenge here.

JT quickly turns to Damien trying to catch him with super kick, but Damien just ducks and throws JT throw the ropes and out of the ring, the crowd cheering as he is left in the ring with the dazed Nex. Damien smiles then quickly slides over Nex hooking the leg.

1…. 2….

3…

Winner: Damien Steel

Nex kicks out JUST to late as the crowd explodes with Damien Steel’s win, Damien quickly slides out of the ring and winks at Nex with a smile on his face as Nex jumps to his feet and yells at the referee contesting the count. JT looks up from the floor where he is holding his head that smashed into the barrier.

JC: Is this the first PPV win of many to come for Damien Steel?

RW: Nex and JT don’t look happy, but the fans are loving it.

Match Number Two
The Lionvs. Nirvana
( Standard Match)

These two start to brawl backstage and never make it to the ring.

Winner: No Contest.

RW: ah well, they cant all be classics now can they?

Match Number Three
Connor MacDaddy vs. Aidan Morag
( Standard Match )

RW: Now... we are going to live footage from an empty arena not far from here.

JC: That's right, it's time for an SFT/RWA simulcast match!

RW: This match couldn't be sanctioned in an RWA or SFT ring, so the two promotions agreed to host the match in an empty arena!

JC: It's been a long time since we've seen an empty arena match!

"Mack Daddy" by Sir Mix-a-lot blares over the PA system and it echos strangly through the arena. A few seconds into the song Connor steps out onto the stage. He slides into the ring and points to the camera, then flicks it off.

JC: That's not very nice of him.

"Pain Inside" By Adema blasts over the pa system as The lights black out. As the song picks up the lights begin to flash off and on. Aidan comes out from the backstage area and looks out to an empty arena. Once outside the ring Aidan slides in under the bottom rope and the lights come back on. Aidan kneels in the middle of the ring looking towards the sky as his music fades away. As Aidan takes a moment to himself before the match, he gets jumped by Connor MacDaddy.

JC: These guys have some bad blood between them.

MacDaddy starts stomping on Morag. Lifting him up, he nails a Judo toss, re-adjusts himself and locks in an armbar. When Morag manages to reach the rope with his leg, MacDaddy strikes Morag in the face with damning elbows and jumps to his feet. Poised, he looks set to hit a spear, but as Morag gets up, he's quick to throw the charging MacDaddy out between the ropes and he lands hard on the outside.

JC: Well, you know… that sucks.

Morag climbs out onto the apron and jumps off, hitting a huge stomp into MacDaddy's spine. He lifts MacDaddy up and hits a quick snap suplex then rolls into and then out of the ring. The ref starts the count again.

1!

Morag lifts MacDaddy up, only to get a thumb to the eye and then have his head smashed against the barricade.

2! 3!

MacDaddy whips Morag into the ringside, smashing up his little bitty insides. Morag slides down, but hits the quick jab into the groin.

RW: Oooh, I bet he enjoyed that.

Morag throws MacDaddy into the ring and rolls in after him. The ref quickly checks on them both and slowly they both proceed to standing up right once again. MacDaddy starts hitting the closed fists and sends Morag into the turnbuckle holding his nose before the ref can stop him. With his back to him, Morag erupts out of the turnbuckle and hits MacDaddy with a huge clothesline to the back of the head. Morag lifts MacDaddy up right away and to put him down, he hits the 'Sickening".

JC: Oh my, that's a Sickening Brain-Buster! Get it?

He quickly climbs to the top rope of the turnbuckle and out of no where, goes for the moonsault! But MacDaddy moves! And Morag lands hard with nothing to cushion the blow! MacDaddy quickly moves over for the cover...

1..... 2..... Kickout!

Both men take for a moment's breath and then slowly climb to their feet. Connor runs against the ropes, delibrately slides in between Morag's legs and stands up quick enough to shunt Morag forward and to hit a running knee into his kidney area as he falls into the ropes. He grabs Morag around the waist and hits him with a release German suplex. Morag holds his head in pain. Connor slides out of the ring and goes straight for the ring bell. Even though the ref tries to take it off him, Connor is adamant. He lets Morag get back up to his feet. Aidan ducks the swinging bell and quickly hits a jawbreaker. The ref tries to slide the belt out of the ring but it only gets as far as the edge of the ring. Aidan rolls Connor up into a cradle and goes for the pin. 1..... 2..... Kickout!

Both men lie there for a few moments to catch their breath. Both back up onto their feet a few moments later, they start another exchange of punches, until MacDaddy ducks a punch and smacks Morag round the back of the head. The fans laugh and he follows it up with a big boot to Morag's jaw sending him down. He runs against the ropes and goes for cross body! Morag puts the knees up though and rolls MacDaddy through to apply an ankle lock! MacDaddy quickly struggles and kicks Morag back, sending him flying into the turnbuckle!

JC: Nice exchange.

MacDaddy flips up onto his feet, runs and hits a jumping body splash on Morag. MacDaddy carries Morag by the head over to the next turnbuckle and hits him with a hay maker across the side of the head. Aidan tumbles and ends up lying over the middle rope. MacDaddy wastes no time, choking Morag with his foot to the five count and then climbing up the turnbuckle and hitting a leg drop onto the apron, guillotining Aidan's head.

RW: This is relentless! It's amazing how these two STILL show the drive to win, even without all those screaming fans.

(We cut to Connors lockerroom where we see Mike Zybala going through Connor’s things, he finds Connors wallet takes out 10 dollars and takes off running)

JC: Mike just stole Connors money!?!

Aidan goes flying across the ring in agony, grabbing at his throat while MacDaddy casually climbs back into the ring. The ref checks on Morag and so doesn't notice the wandering foot that strikes MacDaddy in the groin as he walks up to the two of them. Connor goes down like a sack of shit and Morag goes for the cover.

1.....

RW: Morag just let go of his own pin count!

Morag lifts MacDaddy up to his feet, slaps him tauntingly across the face a few times then grabs him for the Satan Call!! Connor goes down again and Morag takes a moment to catch his breath, and turns his back to Connor. He then turns around to find Connor not in the ring...

JC: Where's MacDaddy gone?!

Connor has somehow managed to roll out of the ring and is gasping for breath and holding his neck. Morag then runs against the ropes and jumps over. He hits a corkscrew placha and the two of them both tumble and crash. The ref gets up to an eight count before Morag stumbles back onto his feet and somehow manages to throw himself and MacDaddy into the ring.

RW: Aidan Morag is really proving that he's still got all those mad skills.

JC: Well, he's always been a little courageous with words but he takes the worthwhile risks in wrestling.

As Morag goes to grab MacDaddy, out of no where he unleashes one of those fast uppercuts into Aidan's jaw. He falls back and for a moment it looks like he's out of it. The ref starts screaming at MacDaddy for using an uppercut with a closed fist.

JC: Dear me, that came out of no where!

Morag is staggering about as Connor takes more verbal but in return, starts to give it back. He only stops when the referee threatens to disqualify him. He turns around to face a Morag he suspects will be out cold or ready for a Big Mac, but instead he gets a thumb to the eye the ref doesn't see and then he's hit hard with the another Satan Call! Aidan Morag lies on the floor next to his RWA coowner for a moment before rolling over and pinning Connor MacDaddy. The referee makes the pin...

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

Winner: Aidan Morag

JC: That's it, Aidan Morag beats Connor MacDaddy!

RW: Unbelievable match!

Match Number Four
Trent Steel vs. Mike Zybala
( US Title Match )

"Ten Thousand Fist" by Disturbed hits the P.A. system and Mike Zybala comes out of the entrance way holding the US title in the air. As Zybala makes his way down the aisle a man dressed in a hoodie from the crowd jumps over the barracade and clotheslines Zybala from behind. He then picks up the US title belt and measured up Zybala. As Zybala gets up and turns out, he's clocked in the head with the title belt by the mystery person.

JC: WHERE THE HELL IS SECURITY!

RW: Can't get good help these days, John.

The man looks around and security runs up to him, but he pulls back the hood to reveal himself as Trent Steel.

RW: Smart man, trying to get a one up for his match.

JC: This isn't the way to do it Randy.

RW: Maybe not the right way, but it's a good way.

Steel takes off his hoodie and picks up Zybala, who's now busted open, and takes him down to the ring, where he rolls Zybala into the ring. Steel follows in and starts stomping on Zybala. Steel picks up Zybala's legs and hooks on a boston crab.

JC: Remember folks, this might be a submission match, but Trent Steel can win if Zybala's knocked out too.

Zybala reaches for the ropes and finally grabs the bottom rope. Steel holds the move for a moment and then lets go. Steel picks up Zybala and whips him to the ropes. Steel goes for a clothesline but Zybala ducks under it and quickly hits a chop block to Steel's knee. Steel goes down quick and holds his knee. Zybala looks around, puts his hands to his head and looks at the blood and gets a wide eyed look and starts stomping like a wild man on Steel's leg. Steel crawls away quickly and uses the ropes to get back on his feet.. Zybala runs up to him and starts kicking at Steel's leg. Steel pushes Zybala away but Zybala runs back up to him and starts kicking his leg. Steel pushes Zybala away again and follows up with a clothesline. Both men stay down for a moment before getting up slowly. Both men meet eyes and Zybala runs at Steel with a clothesline, but Steel ducks. They turn and Steel tries to kick Zybala, but the kick it caught. Steel tries for an enzuigiri, but Zybala ducks that and then lifts Steel's leg high in the air, and crashes his knee into the mat. Zybala does this two more times before hooking on a single leg crab.

JC: Is it? Can it be? I think it's the....CAN YOU SAY OWWW?

RW: Yes I can and I think this match might be over.

Zybala hooks on the Can You Say Ow? and leans back on the move. Steel trys crawling to the ropes, clawing at the mat, but can't get any traction on his movement and finally taps out.

Winner: Mike Zybala

JC: Somehow, Zybala pulled it off and won.

RW: And I think it might've taken a broken ankle to get it done.

Zybala rolls out of the ring, and the referee catches up to him to hand him the US title.

Zybala holds it up and then collapses from the blood loss.

Match Five
Aphrodisia vs. TK Money
( #1 to US Title Match )

Aphro runs down the ramp and slides into the ring, before Aphro even notices it TK Money is already in the ring.

JC: Where the hell did he come from?

RW: Where did you come from?

JC: I don't know. Ah well. Let's just watch this match.

RW: Yeah . . . go Aphrodesia!

Meanwhile the ring announcer has climbed out of the ring. Aphrodesia immediately runs at Money and attacks him from behind. She knocks Money down with a hard forearm shot. Aphro then turns to the ropes and comes back to Money and jumps up in the air and drops an elbow to the back of Money's head. Aprodesia then stands up and picks up TK. She turns him towards her delivers a knee to the mid-section, she follows with a plant DDT. She floats over and hooks a leg.

1.2.kick out!

JC: Oh close one.

RW: Yeah it was. Aprodesia is really taking it to TK Money.

JC: Go Aprodesia!

RW: Way to be biased.

JC: Your retarded.

Meanwhile Aprodesia has stood up and is in the face of the ref complaining about the call. Just then TK Money sneaks up behind Aphrodesia and rolls her up.

1.2.kick out!

TK Money wastes no time in standing up and running the ropes. While coming back Aphrodesia is met with a devistating spear which sends Aphro crumbeling to the mat. He makes the cover.

1.2.Kick out.

JC: That was crazy, it came from no where just as though it seemed TK was getting the upper hand.

RW: Yes.

JC: Yes? That is it?

RW: I couldn't think of anything else to say.

Both competitors make it to their feet. TK grabs Aphro and attempts a plant DDT but Aphro reverses it and nails The Blood Debt!!!!

RW: Oh my god Aphro countered with one of TK's finishing moves. Incredible..

JC: What an ultimate slap in the face.

Aphro rolls over and cover TK..

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

Winner: Aphrodisia.

JC: She did it! She did it!!!!

RW: Yes she will move on to face Zybala and I can't wait for that match!!!

JC: Should be a good one and an instant classic.

TK cant believe that he lost, we see Twilight slip into the ring unseen by Aphordisia, he taps her on the shoulder as she turns around shes met by a diamond cutter, TK laughs as Twilight leaves, TK drops a dollar bill on her unconcsious body. As TK walks away laughing.

RW: Well TK may have lost but he got the last laugh.

Match Six
Black Phoenix vs. Jack Jones
( #1 to IC Title )

Jack Jones is backstage, signing autographs for some little kids. He smiles for the camera and laughs as he waves goodbye to the kids and turns around. AS he turns around he's hit in the face with a trashcan lid by Black Phoenix! Jack falls back against a wall and Black Phoenix continues to beat him over the head with the trashcan lid. Jack slumps against the wall and Black Phoenix tosses the lid to the side. She bends down and looks Jack straight in the eyes.

'It's on.' she says softly.

Jack spits in her eyes, as she's briefly blinded Jack grabs her by the hair and slams his left knee into her jaw! He's quickly to his feet and sends another stiff knee to Phoenix's face again. He starts to back off as Phoenix get's to her knee and looks at him with evil eyes. She gets to her feet and starts to chase poor Jack. In the chaos Jack is able to grab a bat from one of his child fans. The fans scatter as Black Pheonix comes around the corner and get's a bat to the stomach. Jack raises it to try to bring it down on her back but a man grabs it from his hands!

'That's my son's baseball bat, you shit!'

The fan pushes Jack into Phoenix but by some strange act of fate Jack is able to grab Phoenix and take her down to the ground with him. Phoenix is ready to fight and the two exchange rough blows with each other, with Phoenix getting the upperhand and sitting on the young cowboys chest. She sends two stiff lefts into his face before spitting on him, getting him back for what he did to her ealier. Jack turns his face quick, pushing her off of him and jumping to his feet. SHe runs at him again but he grabs her midsecton and tosses her into a wall, face first!

'And stay there!' He yells, running around the corner again.

As he turns the corner he runs straight into Nirvana's chest! Nirvana laughs and grabs Jack, tossing him back into the open arms of Black Phoenix. Black Phoenix picks him up and quickly slams him against the concrete floor as Nirvana looks on approvingly. He stands to the side, not taking part and only watching as the two brawl, fist for fist, for a few good minutes. Before long they've brawled all the way through the backstage area. Jack has a poll cue, taken from a lass then mean fan, and smacks Phoenix with it. She only laughs and takes him down hard with a strong ddt.

'Is that the best you have?'

Jack twitches on the ground but as Phoenix drops an elbow he moves out of the way and she hits her elbow on the hard ground. Jacks is quick to get up and lays a few kicks to him but Jack grabs her leg! That's when Nirvana appears again, winking at Phoenix. Behind him is a long object, hidden under a black cloth. He removes the cloth to reveal a wodden plank covered in thumb tacks. Phoenix quickly twists her leg, forcing Jack to fall upon the tacks! She goes for the cover, which Nirv counts!

1...

2...

KICKOUT!

Jack somehow kicks out but Phoenix picks him up again, slamming him into the tacks once more. Instead of going for the cover she just rubs his face onto the tacks! Pin again!

1...

2...

KICKOUT

Another kickout! Phoenix is furious and Nirvana doesn't even know what to say! Jack is bloody but just spits blood into Phoenix's eyes! Angered, she picks up him up and looks at Nirvana with a wink. She hooks him in a strange chokeslame type move and...SHE USES NIRVANA'S FINISHER! Jack hits the tacks hard. Another pin...

1...

2...

KICKOUT

A third kickout! Jack Jones will not die. By this point in time Nirvana is truely shocked, and that's saying alot for the man. He quickly grabs a nearby chair and starts to help Phoenix by brining it down on Jack's head as Phoenix lays some stiff kicks to Jack's already bruised side. Jack is still breating but there's not alot left to fight. A forth pin...

1...

2...

KICKOUT!

Jack is running on pure adrenaline now. Phoenix says fuck it and picks Jack up. She sees a nearby table and carries him to him, throwing him on it. She gets up on it with him, slowly and picks him up. Before she can do anything Jack suddenly snaps to and grabs her, bodyslaming her through it! He pins and Nirvana casualy walks over...making an extremy slow count...

1...

1.5...

2...

KICKOUT

Jack tries a powerslam but counters it with a X-Factor. Now The Black Phoenix flies across the screen, almost breaking Jack Jones in half with a spear. She quickly swings into side control and starts landing knee after knee to Jack’s already damaged face. Seemingly satisfied with the damage she has inflicted she finally goes for her first pin attempt of the night.

1….

2…

RW: What is wrong with her!

JC: The Black Phoenix pull Jack Jones’ head up herself. This is what happens when Nirvana is in charge, the inmate run the asylum I tell you!

Her eyes scan up to the camera and she pulls the camera man close as she lays a few more punches in on The Cowboy. She smiles as she speaks, laying in a punch after every word.

Black Phoenix: I... Want… The… Flesh… And…. Blood…. TITLE!

She then stands up and grabs the referee.

RW: Oh enough of this… can someone please stop this rampant referee abuse!

Then throws him into a near by table. She then leans down and wipes some off the blood of The Cowboy Jack Jones. She smiles sadistically at the camera one more time before wiping his blood all over the camera lens. She holds the camera man still as she writes a name in the blood.

TWILIGHT xoxo

Jack slowly gets off of Phoenix, staring down Nirvana. While he's turned Phoenix is grabbing a handfull of tacks. Before he can even turn back around she shoves the tackes into Jack's face! He falls down, bledding like a stuck pig but she's stll not done. She puts another handfull onto her face and places a chair over his face, right where the tacks are. She mvoes back a bit and get's a running start...RUNNING SWANTON ONTO THE CHAIR! PIN!

1...

2...

3...

Winner: Black Phoenix

SHE WINS IT! Nirvana holds up her hand as we fade to black.

Main Event
Annika vs. Kyle Murphy
( World Title Match)

Tenth Man Down. by Nightwish starts off as Annika comes down to the ring to a huge crowd ovation. Annika gets in the ring and starts to wait the lights dim ready for Kyle as we see several thousand flash photos going on at one time, its beautiful, Annika doesn’t pose she is too into the moment. The most important match thus far for her.

RW: The fans love this woman.

A burst of pyro explodes at the entrance and "Enter Sandman" by Metallica blares across the loudspeakers. Kyle Murphy steps out on the stage, the Hardcore Championship around his waist. The crowd cheers him as he walks down the aisle to ringside. There he climbs up the steps and into the ring. Standing in the middle of the ring with his feet shoulder width apart, he takes the World Championship from around his waist and holds it high overhead. As Murphy displays the championship he gets another pop from the crowd. Handing the belt to the referee, he gets ready to compete.

JC: I have been waiting all night for this match, and so have the crowd.

The tension is high as both of them stand toe to toe waiting, they don’t wait very long as the bell rings. Kyle offers his hand and Annika shakes it, Kyle than forearms her and we’re off.

Kyle with a military press then picks her up and decimates her with a back breaker she holds her back in pain as Kyle smiles.

RW: Kyle showing a mean streak.

JC: Every great champion has one my friend.

Kyle grabs her and perfectly executes a butterfly suplex as the crowd cheer he covers her 1…………….2………….kickout!

RW: I don’t think itll be that easy.

Kyle frowns as he goes up top for a missle dropkick but Annika rolls to safety in the nick of time and she nails him in the face with a backwards kick. Now Annika goes on the offensive.

Annika off the ropes with a full head of steam nails a shining wizard kick, she tries a cover but only gets a 1 count.

JC: And Kyle wont be that easy as well.

Annika off the second rope with a knee drop then a Enziguri she waits as he gets up she flies off with a tornado DDT! She covers him 1…………….2…………..kickout!

RW: Nice move.

She goes for her Tsar Bomb and hits it the crowd on their feet she hooks Kyle’s legs and the ref counts 1……………..2……………kickout!

She cant believe how slow the count was but wastes no time arguing she continues her onslaught, she hits him with a bicycle kick and waits, he slowly gets up wobbly as he turns she nails him with a superkick! She can feel it now, she covers 1……………………2…………………..kickout!

RW: The crowd and Annika can smell the blood in the water now, will this be Kyle’s demise as world champ?

Annika goes for her Red Scare but Kyle in a move reminiscent of the Matrix does his backwards fall and manages to avoid the move, but he cant get up, still too wobbly, he does manage to lock her head in his legs and rolls around he cradles her and goes for a pin but she kicks out at 2.

JC: Wow Kyle is nothing if not resilient.

Kyle completes a clothesline on Annika then picks her up and nails a Russian leg sweep, he tries the cover.

RW: wouldn’t it be weird if Annika the Russian lady lost with that particular move?

The ref counts 1……………………….2………………………….kickout!

Kyle too complains bout the slow and he doesn’t know Annika getting up as he turns she greets him with a palm strike laying him out.

JC: This could be it right here.

She climbs the ropes the crowd all of the arena on their feet, she tries a top rope swan dive head butt, Kyle is moving around, but she doesn’t hesitate she flies off with a scream, Kyle’s eyes open very wide..he catches her mid air and with that same momentum of her, hes able to hit a quick move that being his Celtic Cross!

Kyle now visibly worse for wear covers her quickly 1……………..2……………….3!

Winner: Kyle Murphy

Ending

Kyle is up in a heartbeat, looks at the ref to make sure he heard right, Annika gets up with a pissed off look on her face, the crowd all clapping and cheering, she nods at Kyle and walks away.

RW: Kyle Murphy has retained the SFT World Heavyweight Championship!

JC: And what a match it was!

RW: It was, I feel bad there had to be a loser but it ended in classic fashion.

The shows comes to an end with Kyle tired and limping holding his title in the air as we fade off to black.



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