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PRESENTS... RETURN TO HELL Sunday June 29, 2003 Live From Las Vegas, Nevada Thomas and Mack Center With Commentators... John Cartwright, Randy White, Steve Phillips, Phil Stevens, Shawn Cage, and Manuela Ramos With Ring Announcers... Harvey Vaughn, Candy Peaks, and Chimpo the Chimp |
The pay per view begins with a video package with a biker dude riding on a road to hell. We go inside the Thomas and Mack Center where the place is packed to the brim. Hatebreed comes out on stage and they begin performing “I Will Be Heard”. They finish and Steve and Phil welcome everyone to Return To Hell!!!
Steve: Ladies and gentlemen, SFT Presents… Return To Hell!!! Live from the Thomas and Mack Center in Viva Las Vegas!!
Phil: Tonight’s show promises to be one for the ages!! In the main event, Switchblade defends the World Heavyweight Title against Radiant in a re-match from War Games last Sunday!!
Steve: We also have Damien Sparks defending the United States Title against Sean Lane in a Hell in a Cell!!
Phil: That outta be good. LOTC Tournament Finals, Intercontinental Title, Television Title, Hardcore Title, and more!!
We go backstage to the locker room of Lightweight Champion Sean Lane and Intercontinental Champion Brandi James. Both have just arrived and are settling when a knock comes at the door. Sean Lane answers the door and 8 guys are standing at the door, each with a dozen of red roses. They all walk in and set the roses down on a table. Sean looks upset, yet he’s not flipping out or anything. One of the guys hands Brandi a little envelope. All 8 guys leave and Sean shuts the door. Brandi opens the envelope and reads a card.
Brandi James: “From the one who can’t live without you and the one you can’t live without.”
Sean gets even madder, but still remains calm and focused on his match later on tonight. Back to ringside with Steve and Phil.
Steve: I wonder who sent those to Brandi.
Phil: All I know is Sean looked pretty heated.
To start off the first match, "Broken" by 12 Stones begins to play. Everybody's favorite chimpanzee, Chimpo, is dressed in his best with a microphone in hand.
Chimpo: Making his way to the ring first... from... aw hell... Jordan Blayze...
The fans give no reaction as Blayze walks out onto the stage. He tries to get a response from the crowd, but they are dead.
Phil: I haven't heard this kind of cheer since the good old days of Ricochet.
Steve: That was cold.
Phil: So is this guy Jordan's charisma.
Steve: Sad but true, my friend.
Phil: Friend? You hate me.
Steve: Oh yeah.
Before Blayze is even halfway down the ramp, his music dies down. "You Shook Me All Night Long" by AC/DC then begins to play and the fans give a modest ovation for Schizophrenia.
Chimpo: From some messed up place where schizoprenics run wild... weighing in at 108 pounds... SCHIZOPHRENIA!
Schizoprenia walks out onto the stage and the ovation gets louder.
Phil: Damn.
As she gets to the ring, "Dark Lady (The Boo Remix)" by Cher plays. The fans cheer as "The Dark Lady" Adia Rivvioni walks out.
Chimpo: Making her way to the ring at this time... from Bronx, New York... she weighs in at 120 pounds... ADIA RIVVIONI!
Adia wastes no time in going to the ring. She slides in and immediately attacks Jordan Blayze. The bell rings and the match is underway. Schizoprenia joins in on the attack on Blayze.
Steve: It's a five-on-one match!
Phil: Almost funny, Steve.
Schizo (Jamie) throws Jordan into the ropes. When he bounces back, Adia hits him with her three punch combo called "Laughing and Dancing".
Steve: Stomach... ribs... face! Jordan Blayze goes down!
Adia goes for the cover, but Schizo (Chrissy) pulls her away. Schizo (Jamie) and Adia for a second before agreeing that they should work together for a while. Schizo (Chrissy) and Adia help Jordan up and they deliver a double suplex to him.
Phil: They are obviously double-teaming him.
Schizo (JoAnna) hits Blayze with the "Twisted Mind" and Adia drops a leg on him. She gets up and gets a "Twisted Mind" from Schizo (JoAnna), who shoves Adia out of the ring.
Steve: This could be Schizoprenia chance.
Schizo (Jamie) jumps off with her "Out of Reach" right onto Blayze. Hendrix drops to count.
Hendrix: 1... 2... 3!
Phil: It's over! Schizoprenia has another win under her schizoprenic belt!
Hendrix gets up and he raises Schizoprenia's hand. Outside the ring, Adia Rivvioni gets up from her fall and she smiles at Schizo, who smiles back. Adia then walks back up the ramp calmly. As Schizo is about to leave the ring, Hendrix stops her. He picks up a microphone.
Hendrix: Before you go, you have to decide which championship you want contendership for. Hardcore... Television... or Lightweight.
Schizoprenia grabs the mic.
Schizo (JoAnna): Hardcore. Definately Hardcore.
Schizo (Chrissy): No. Television.
Schizo (JoAnna): Forget that. Hardcore is the best.
Schizo (Brea): Can I say something?
Schizo (JoAnna): No!
Schizo (Chrissy): No!
Schizo (Jamie): I think you should let her talk.
Schizo (JoAnna): Stay out of this, little girl.
Hendrix: Hey! Stop! Just pick a title before I kick all four of your asses!
Schizo (JoAnna): Oh no he didn't! Hold me back, girls!
Schizo (Jamie): Oh great, Mr. Hendrix. You just had to make her mad.
Hendrix: I'm sorry. Just pick a title and get it over with. You know what... why don't you vote?
Schizo (JoAnna): I pick Hardcore.
Schizo (Chrissy): I pick Television.
Schizo (Brea): I pick Lightweight.
Hendrix: Okay. It's a three way tie. What do you pick, Jamie?
Schizo (Jamie): Ummm...
Schizo (JoAnna): Pick Hardcore or I'll kick your ass.
Schizo (Chrissy): Come on, Jamie. You know you want to go after Television.
Schizo (Brea): You're a great lightweight, Jamie. Why not go for the Lightweight Title?
Hendrix: Just pick something, Jamie.
Schizo (Jamie): Fine. Ummm... ummm... Television!
Schizo (JoAnna): Damn it!
Schizo (Chrissy): Good girl. Now... lets get out of here. Good night, Las Vegas.
Schizoprenia leaves the ring and the scene fades.
The camera cuts backstage, in one of the hallways to three men, strolling down the halls. One of the men is masked, yet despite the fact that his face is a mystery, his voice sure isn't...he's talking a mile a minute, obviously annoying to no end the man in black leather standing beside him. The man in black robes on the opposite end of the group appears to be ignoring the conversation completely. These men are rookies in the eyes of the federation, but the years of experience between them cannot be counted on two hands. These men are Nirvana Wolfgang Von Frankstein, Paul "The Messiah" Phillips, and Deacon.
Nirvana: Man, Paul...I can call you Paul, now that you've made your name public, right? Anyway, Paul, I tell you, Titanic is THE movie to see! It has everything, love, drama, heartbreak, one of the most touching death scenes ever captured on film...
Paul "The Messiah" Philips: What about Kate Winslet's breasts?
Nirvana: Well, yeah, but that's not the focus of the movie. The drama is, silly! Why, at the end, Jade and I were bawling our eyes out. It was so sad...I mean...who'd have thought that the ship would sink, and Decaprio would die like that? WHO, I ask!?!? Anyway, it's a James Cameron movie, so that means quality, and nothing but it, wouldn't you agree?
Paul "The Messiah" Philips: Well, Terminator two rocked, but I won't touch that holocaust that is Pearl Harbor. Besides, if it doesn't have an over-muscled dude with monosyllabic one-liners, and impossibly big guns, it's not worth seeing. I mean, Terminator two had something Titanic NEVER will...
Nirvana: What's that?
Paul "The Messiah" Philips: Mr. Universe himself...Arnold Schwarzenagger! The shining symbol of all that comprises manliness! Did you know I cry over every Arnold movie ever made?
Nirvana: Why's that?
Paul "The Messiah" Philips: The damn things ALWAYS have to end...
Nirvana: *Sigh*
Paul "The Messiah" Philips: Oh, come on. You liked that joke, and you know it. DEACON liked the joke. I KNOW I heard a little chuckle come from SOMEWHERE under all that cloth, didn't I?
Deacon:...
Paul "The Messiah" Philips: So that joke sucked completely, then?
Nirvana:...
Paul "The Messiah" Philips: Okay, okay. Hey...I have an idea that will be fun for the whole family! See those two people walking down the hall...? Let's beat them up! By the time we're done with that, we'll forget I even MADE a joke!
Nirvana: Hmm...Yes. Actually, those two will make a great sacrifice to our leader...
The camera pans down the hall to a surprised Mike Dreamer and Goldeneye who had just crossed paths coming down the same hallway our beloved trio was moseying down. Naturally, they overheard Paul's suggestion, and Nirvana's agreement, so they're on their guard as the gang of three charges them. Paul Philips spears Goldeneye, and pummels his opponent's face, while Deacon and Nirvana take down Dreamer, and lay a few good boots into him. Messiah drags up Goldeneye, and signals his two partners. Once he has their attention, he whips Goldeneye to them, and the two immediately go to work. Messiah strolls over, and throws in a few punches whenever he sees an opening, but our trilogy of evil failed to pay attention to the details...Mike Dreamer, from his prone position, grabs Paul's boot, and pulls, toppling the big man. Dreamer mounts, and socks the once attacker in the kisser several good ones. The predicament of Paul distracts his two partners long enough for Goldeneye to get an advantage via double clothesline! All three are laid out! Dreamer's punching! Goldeneye is belting both with alternate left and right head blows! Is all hope lost? Have our three antiheroes met their match? Wait! Deacon rolled out of the way of a punch from Goldeneye...his fist smacked the hard floor with an audible thwack! Deacon rolls into a semi-crouching position, and uses his legs to deliver a powerful elbow lunge to Goldeneye! Goldeneye has gone prone, folks! Deacon is getting revenge for the revenge Goldeneye exacted...it's a vicious cycle. Nirvana shakes off the cobwebs, and joins the assault. Dreamer is still socking "The Messiah"...wait a minute...Paul has rolled Mike off to the side! The tables have turned! Paul belts Dreamer not once, but twice! What's this? Paul braces himself on the ground with both hands, and then he uses his legs to push his torso into the air. He comes crashing down hard, knee extended, and situated in the path of Dreamer's gonads, there is NO way Mikey is getting up from that. He starts pummeling. From out of nowhere, two blokes charge onto the scene...Al Creed, and Cherry Bomb. Deacon, Nirvana, and Paul stand up as the two approach them and get nose to nose. It looks like it's going to be ANOTHER three on two, folks! Wait...what's THIS? They're walking towards Mike Dreamer and Goldeneye...OOH! A five on two assault! They're all stomping...the two assaultees are eating enough boot leather to last them a week!
Cherry Bomb: WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU CALLING A ROOKIE NOW!?!? You thought you were some big show. Well, I said I DEMAND respect and if I am going to get it, I might as well just beat it out of you!
Finally, the insane stomping dies down, and eventually stops completely. The Messiah hunkers down, and picks up Goldeneye in a fireman's carry, and all five head towards the ring. The camera pans down to the prone body of Mike Dreamer, and slowly zooms in to give us a better idea of the toll the carnage took on the bodies of these two seemingly random men. Suddenly, two boots step onto the frame, and the camera zooms out, and pans up...revealing a puzzled Cyril Acheston looking down at the unconscious body of Mike Dreamer. He raises an eyebrow, quizzically, and then prods what remains of Mike with the toe of his foot twice. A half grin comes to his face, and a "heh" escapes his lips as he steps over the body to continue about his business. The camera cuts to ringside, where all five villainous fiends who committed the dastardly act of beating down two measley opponents stand sentinel over the fallen Goldeneye. Al Creed is the first of the bunch to make a motion...raising a microphone to his lips.
Al Creed: Well, it certainly doesn't take an act of god to beat you down, Goldeneye. It DOES, however, take an act of god to get six of the finest talents the SFT has to offer all on the same side, working as a single unit. That's right, I said six, which kind of makes you wonder about who the last person is, doesn't it? Well, let me just say this about him...the final member of our posse is truly a man to be feared...
Suddenly, Shallow Bay by Breaking Benjamins begins to play, and Fear appears in the runway, holding a long, thin metallic implement, with a glowing tip. He walks to the ring, and hands the hot metal tool to Al. His entrance tune fades out as he takes a place among the five. Al Creed hunkers over Goldeneye, and rips off his shirt, exposing his bare chest. He goes to work with the metal, moving slowly, and deliberately. After a moment, Al stands up, and hands the hot iron off to Fear who silently takes it. Once again, Al raises the microphone to his face.
Al Creed: We are a team of six, working as a single unit...we are many, but we are one. Because of this, we ARE, and FOREVER SHALL BE...an ACT OF GOD!
Al crouches by the body again, only this time, grabbing a clump of hair. He lifts the unconscious Goldeneye so that he's facing the camera, and we can see what moments were spent doing...branding the letters "AOG" onto Goldeneye's chest.
Paul "The Messiah" Philips: Rookies are we? Well, if you say so...but keep in mind, they're just words. By speaking them, you've done us no harm. In fact, the only person you've really hurt is yourself. Remember that lesson each time you look in the mirror and are forced to see our group's initials.
Paul holds the microphone out, in the universal "does anyone else have something to say" gesture. Nirvana quickly snatches it up.
Nirvana: Well, Switchblade...seems Dead Pac turned on you. But you see, you have bigger problems. We're a family, and our father is AL CREED. See, Goldeneye had the audacity to call us ROOKIES. Because of that, we've made him pay. I want you to remember whom you killed. I want the whole SFT roster to remember whom you helped kill! You killed a man much like myself, but of course he was better than me. You helped kill Legion, and of this day we will continue his work. We will do what Dead Pac couldn't...we will rule the SFT, and we will use all the force necessary with which to do it. Now, hit our music...we've graced you with our presence long enough.
"God Hates Us All" by Slayer begins to blare, and the six-team members walk back down the aisle, chatting amongst themselves.
The arena goes dark and then all of the sudden pyro blasts off through the arena, and Rein Web walks out from behind the curtain to a gigantic pop as Flesh of my Flesh, Blood of my Blood by DMX hits the pa system. He runs down to the ring and slides under the bottom rope. He hops around the ring and waits for his opponent. Suddenly Step into My World by KRS One blasts throughout the arena as Hardcore; the Hardcore Champion finally makes it out to the ramp after about 6 seconds with the Strike Fantasy Towers Hardcore Title dragging on the ground, held by his right hand. When he finally comes out he goes to each end of the stage and makes X signs above his head to the crowd. The StrikeTron shows him wrestling his past opponents. He then makes his way down to the ring slowly. Before the bell can ring, both wrestlers nod to each other and slide out of the ring and lift up the apron drape and dig under the ring and pull out weapons and throw them into the ring. Webb pulls out: A small household heater, kendo stick, chair, hockey stick, and a long piece of sheet metal. Hardcore pulls out: A few light tubes, barbed wire golf club, birdcage, a chair and a window. Webb and Hardcore re-enter the ring as the bell sounds.
Steve: And we're underway for what is promised to one damn brutal match.
Phil: You're damn right.
Hardcore looks around the ring at all the scattered weapons and decides to pick up a fluorescent light tube, on the other side of the ring, Rein Webb decides to pick up the kendo stick. Both competitors slowly walk towards each other and both swing for the fences with their weapons, but somehow both duck. They look at each other again and Rein Webb fakes another swing and Hardcore ducks, Rein Webb then levels Hardcore and snaps the Kendo Stick over Hardcore's head. Hardcore goes to the mat in a heap as Rein Webb drops the kendo stick and pushes all the weapons into the far corner but grabs the birdcage. Rein Webb sets up the birdcage in the center of the ring, lying down as Hardcore gets up to his feet, receives a kick in the gut by Rein Webb as Webb tries to plant Hardcore with an Inverted Death Valley Driver onto the birdcage. Hardcore somehow wriggles free and turns the Death Valley Driver attempt into an Implant DDT into the birdcage. The crowd gives a "Holy Shit!" chant.
Steve: Good lord...
Phil: Whoa, Hardcore with an impressive reversal there. He turned that Inverted DVD attempt into an Implant DDT on the birdcage.
Steve: Yes, that birdcage is all smashed.. Rein Webb is bleeding and this match just started!
Phil: See why I like Hardcore Matches?!
Hardcore picks up Rein Webb who is all bloody and hits a piledriver on the already smashed birdcage. Rein Webb bounces off the birdcage and holds his head in pain as he rolls around on the mat. Hardcore taunts to the fans to a mixed reaction and turns around and lays some boots onto Rein Webb before going for a pin attempt. Referee Colin Thrift counts the pinfall.
1...2...kick out by Rein Webb.
Hardcore kicks the birdcage out of the ring and throws Rein Webb into the corner and attempts to follow it up with a clothesline but catches a boot in the face for his efforts. Rein Webb runs over to the slew of weapons and grabs the hockey stick. Rein Webb approaches Hardcore who is still wobbling around holding his face and hits him in the midsection with the hockey stick, Hardcore doubles over and Rein Webb hits him in the back, Hardcore quickly jolts upward holding his back in pain, Rein Webb then flips Hardcore off and takes a few steps back, runs up and swings the hockey stick like a baseball bat hitting Hardcore directly in the face with the hockey stick! Hardcore crumbles to the ground as the hockey stick shatters on impact.
Steve: HOLY CHRIST!
Phil: Hardcore just took that hockey stick shot to the face, he has to have a broken nose.
Steve: He probably has more than a broken nose, Phil...Jesus this match is intense!
Hardcore finally removes his hands from his face to reveal, in fact a broken nose. He is bleeding all over himself as Rein Webb goes to the top rope and dives off hitting Swanton Bomb. Rein Webb walks back over to the weaponry piled up in the corner and this time selects the barbed wire golf club. Rein tries to conceal it as he grabs Hardcore with one hand and slings him into the ropes, and as Hardcore is coming back, Rein Webb tries to nail Hardcore with the barbed wire golf club, but Hardcore sees it coming and ducks and bounces off the other side and as he comes back, Rein Webb tries to guillotine Hardcore with the golf club, Hardcore ducks again and as he comes back he does a desperation cross-body block, unfortunately, the barbed wire golf club gets sandwiched in between both Rein Webb's chest and Hardcore's chest.
Steve and Phil: Ouchies.
Steve and Phil...again: Exactly.
Steve and Phil...Yes, again: Stop That!
Steve and Phil, yet again: No You Stop!
Steve and Phil once more: Ugh!
Both competitors lay down on the mat after peeling themselves away from the barbed wire, which snags and cuts their chests. Hardcore manages to make it to his hands and knees and crawls over to a nearby fluorescent light tube that he dropped in the beginning of the match and clutches it in his hand. Rein Webb now gets on all fours and crawls towards the pile of weapons and himself, grabs a fluorescent light tube. Hardcore and Rein Webb both slowly get up, backs to each other. They both stagger and stumble to the center of the ring and once their backs meet one another, they both turn around and just swing, not thinking twice. Rein Webb connects with his light tube shot, but so does Hardcore. The tubes explode and the inside of the tubes cause the "dust effect" from the ingredients (not that you cared) as both men go back down to the mat, once again.
Phil: Holy Moley....
Steve: Batman.
Phil: Huh?
Steve: What?
Phil: You're an idiot.
Steve: No, no..YOU are an idiot.
Rein Webb is the first to make the slightest movement, showing that he is in fact, still alive. He begins to slowly crawl over to the top rope again, he finally makes it and begins to try and balance himself. He finally does, but begins to wobble a little; he brings one foot down to the middle turnbuckle to regain his composure. He gets back up to the top rope and sticks his hands up in the air and lets out a small little hoot, or howl.. Or somethin' then jumps off with a 450 splash into a pin attempt. Referee Colin Thrift slides down to make the pinfall count.
1..2..3, no! Hardcore gets a shoulder up!!
Rein Webb slaps the mat in frustration and walks over to what used to be a pile of weapons, now all it consists of is the heater, 2 chairs, metal sheet and window. Rein Webb wedges the heater in between the top and middle turnbuckles and turns around to look for Hardcore, who has now slid out of the ring to grab an ironing board. He slides into the ring with the ironing board folded and runs up to Rein Webb and tosses it into his face. Rein Webb goes down hard. Hardcore lifts Rein Webb up by the back belt loop on his jeans with one hand, the other clutched under Webb's throat. Hardcore slowly walks up to the heater that's wedged in between the ropes and touches it gently with Webb's head, measuring it up. Hardcore then takes some steps back, runs forward and battering rams Rein Webb's head into the heater that's wedged between the turnbuckles.
Phil: ....
Steve: Let me say that for you, "OH MY GOD!"
Phil: Thanks..
Steve: Anytime buddy.
Phil: Poor Rein Webb, see folks, that's a picture perfect example of the disadvantages of being, a "lightweight."
Hardcore turns around and goes to set up the ironing board. He does and Rein Webb some how manages to get up and run at Hardcore who has his back to him and goes for a schoolboy.
Phil: HOLY SHIT!
Steve: What?
Phil: A TECHNICAL MOVE!
Referee Colin Thrift slides down to make the pinfall attempt.
1...kick out (what you thought he'd win a hardcore match with a schoolboy?)
Hardcore, who is obviously, clearly aggravated at the schoolboy attempt gives Rein Webb a vicious kick to the gut, followed by a Powerbomb. Hardcore then turns around and begins to tend to his ironing board set up..once again. Rein Webb slowly peels himself from the canvas and into the clutches of Hardcore who grabs Rein Webb by the throat and goes to chokeslam through the ironing board; Rein Webb somehow reverses it and hits a flowing DDT that smashes the ironing board. Rein Webb gets a boost of adrenaline and signals for it to be the end.
Phil: We could finally be coming to the end of this long, brutal road that we are calling this Hardcore Title Match.
Steve: *sniffle* I know..
Phil: Aww, turn that frown upside down chum.
Rein Webb quickly capitalizes on the fallen Hardcore and runs over to pile of the weapons. Rein Webb takes the two chairs first and sets them up, opened, facing each other a few feet apart. Rein Webb then runs back to the pile of weapons and grabs the window and long piece of sheet metal. He sets the sheet metal up on the seats of the chairs, and then puts the window on top.
Phil: This does NOT look good for whoever the lucky person is to go through that deadly concoction.
Steve: Indeed.
Hardcore makes it to his feet finally and Rein Webb runs over to Hardcore and hits him with a forearm shot to the face. Rein Webb then hoists the bigger Hardcore up for what looks to be Hardcore's own finishing move, "Sentence to Death." Rein Webb gets a running start and runs towards the chairs with the glass and metal on them and delivers the Reverse Death Valley Driver to Hardcore, plunging him headfirst through the glass and onto the sheet metal which contours to the shape of Hardcore's head. The fans give off another "Holy Shit" chant as Rein Webb clears the debris and goes for the pinfall. Referee Colin Thrift is there to make the count.
1..2..3!!
Chimpo the Chimp: You're winner and NEW Strike Fantasy Towers Hardcore Champion.. "THE NEW MAIN EVENT" REIN WEBB!
Phil: Rein Webb does it, he ends Hardcore's streak as the Hardcore Champion.
Steve: And what a match it was, and we still have the Barbed Wire, World Title match, Inferno Hell in a Cell for the Lord of the Cell finals, and Hell in a Cell match between Damien Sparks and Sean Lane for the United.
Phil: Canadian.
Steve: Whatever-states Championship.
All of a sudden, a man slides in the ring with a chair and blasts him in the face.
Phil: Who the hell is that?
Steve: Well holy shit, you know who that is?
Phil: No.
Steve: That’s Suicyde!!
Phil: Suicyde is back in SFT after a well over a year hiatus? That’s awesome shit!!
It opens up to have Felica Durante in the locker room with J.C. Stubz. They're both talking to each other as Jay is taping his fists up in the far back..
Felica: So J.C. it's good that you could make it here.. I think Jay needs some support from a friend.
J.C.: Yeah it's all good.. I wanted to come to Vegas anyway and win some money..
Jay then comes from the far back and gives J.C. some dap. He then begins to talk him..
Jay: J.C. man thanks again for coming.. This T.V. title is all mine..
J.C.: It is man.. Now go out there and win that match..
Jay then leaves the locker room to have the camera crew follow him.. He then is stopped by EZ.. EZ then begins to interview..
EZ: Just a few quick words before you go set up Jay..
Jay: What's up?
EZ: Tonight is your first Pay-Per-View, first title shot, how do you feel?
Jay: Fells great Kevin.. A little nervous but the adreniline is pumping.. I can feel that the T.V. is going to be mine after tonight..
EZ: Last interview we saw you in Mannie gave you that pep talk, do you remember that?
Jay: Yeah..
EZ: Did it work for you?
Jay: It sure as hell did Kev'.. Knife and Johnny Legend ahve no idea for what they're in for..
EZ: Well good luck Jay.
Jay: Thanks Kevin.. *JAY LEAVES*
EZ: Back to you at ringside guys!
Steve: Well Phil, it is now time for a rematch between a 3-month up-comer Mannie, and of course former champion, Fox, trying to return to his great state.
Phil: Yeah...sure, why you got to make everything so damn complicated Steve, just chill, and watch another match, that I am sure will be great.
Steve: Well it is about that time for one of the men to be introduced, and lets hand it over to Chimpo the Chimp.
Chimpo the Chimp: Ladies and Jets, from San Francisco Calley-fornia...weighing in at a buck-forty, standing five-foot nine, my future, SFT’s future, “your future,” Maaaaaaanie.
The lights in the arena go out as "I Am Your Future" flashes on the StrikeTron. "On Sight" by Kurupt begins to blast throughout the speakers in the arena as royal blue lights flicker on and off inside the ring, a blue spotlight focuses on the ramp. Mannie makes his way out from the back and the spotlight follows him down to the ring as he slowly proceeds down the entrance to a chorus of boos. He slides in the ring and waits for his opponent. Mannie jumps around the ring doing some warm ups smiling to the reaction of the crowd.
Phil: Now why don't the crowd like a man like Mannie, a man from the rough part of...oh wait, he is from California, well anyway he has got class.
Steve: Well earlier this month Phil you do remember what happened, in that brutal finale to Titans, a double count out. Mannie has shown himself to be a threat. All of a sudden on the Strike-Tron, a flash of the match on Titans appears on it. Mannie confused looks at it and shakes his head.
Phil: Fox has got to be up to these damn mind games, sneaky, tricky fox. Mannie will be the hunter in this match. It continually shows the spine buster on the chair as Mannie laughs and calls for a microphone.
Mannie: You know what Fox? What you just pulled does not mean shit wit’ me. Since then I have gotten stronger, and what about you? Well high tail yo’ ass out here and we will see, I am going to bury yo’ lame ass.
Steve: Wow, some harsh words.
Phil: Yip.
All of a sudden the lights sink low, but still bright enough for a man to be seen walking out of the ramp way. Mannie so hyped up runs out of the ring and catches the man with a knee to the chest. He lowers and Mannie tosses him down the ramp way. The lights flicker back and it is Fox.
Phil: Ha Ha, Fox did not even get a chance to be introduced...but hell what do we know about him.
Mannie steadily walks down as Fox rolls down to the ring apron. He rolls and faces under the ring and pulls out a stick and smacks Mannie in the face with it as he bends down.
Steve: This match has not even started yet.
Phil: Looking like a damn hardcore match.
Fox sits up as Mannie lays out squinting his eyes. Fox shakes his head and rises and grabs Mannie by the head. Mannie reverses it and sends Fox into the guardrail. Mannie decides to climb the turnbuckle, raises his hand and leaps off and lands drop kick to the staggering Fox. Mannie finds a chair and sits in it as Fox just lays out. Mannie yawns a few times, as a couple seconds pass he gets up to sign a few autographs.
Phil: Cocky, I like it.
Mannie has risen to his feet in the time and slides in the ring. The crowd enhances more noise and Mannie blows it off. Fox turns around and realizes Mannie has gotten up and also enters the ring. Fox has droplets of blood trickling down his cheek. Fox rolls in and the bell is rung as Leon Tyson motions for it.
Steve: Christ, about time.
Phil: Oh yeah, now we start the real thing, here we go bay-be.
Mannie stares and Fox charges, Mannie tosses him out of the ring. Mannie points to his brain and smiles. Fox hops back in and Mannie awaits with several blows to the head. Fox tries to get up, but fails and is then put into Mannies Murfed Out. Fox wails, but near the ropes grabs it and Mannie refuses to break, and pulls him out to the center of the ring. Leon Tyson allows it. Mannie still having the hold in lifts him up, and suplexes him on the back of his head.
Phil: I haven’t seen a someone dropped on there head like that, since well...damn I dunno.
Steve: Indeed, powerful execution.
Mannie still keeps the hold in and tightens the grip. Sweat rolls off him, and blood stains the floor. Fox is falling out quickly. Mannie breaks the hold for some odd reason and stands up. He stalks his prey, as Fox slowly gets up. He gets him in a hold for his finisher Supreme Superiority he raises one hand high.
Steve: May he end this match quick?
But Fox re-cooperates enough to grab around Mannies body and begins to lift him into the air.
Phil: Holy hell.
He holds him over his head and Mannie kicks but is locked in. Fox runs and tries to powerslams him, but Mannie pushes off and as Fox turns around, he is met with a boot to the stomach and Mannie runs against the ropes and diamond cutters him. Leon Tyson counts
1...
Steve: Wow suspenseful.
Phil: Yip
Fox shakes off some jitters and looks at Mannie who holds his chest. Fox gets back up and has Mannies legs, Mannie exerts a kick and Fox falls into the ropes and bounces back, Fox crouching down a little is met with two thighs being tightened around his head. Fox punches him several times in the kidney, but Mannie flips him over.
Steve: Odd hurricanrana, but effective enough to blow off a Fox rally.
Mannie gets back up and stomps a few feet into his chest; Fox coughs as the crowd boos Mannie. Mannie spits at them as the crowd strengthens words. Mannie gets back up lifting Fox and bodyslams him. He lifts him up by his head again and tosses him to the corner. His head smacks the turnbuckle, and Mannie backs up into the turnbuckle in alignment directly with Fox. He runs and baseball slides him in the groin.
Phil: That...Had...To...Hurt.
Steve: That is the name of that career-ending move.
Phil: It won’t end your career, just your love life.
Steve: Be it as it may.
Mannie smiles as fox rolls over to the right, grasping the mid section. He climbs out of the ring as Leon Tyson counts. 1...Mannie stretches Fox arms back and lets one go and clubs the other. 2...He the right arm, the same one he clubbed, against the pole. 3...He continually works it as Fox lay dazed. 4...Mannie finally gets back in.
Phil: Mannie knew not to stay out there tooooooo long like last time. I like a man that learns from his mistakes.
Mannie climbs to the third rope, looking like he may want to attempt a stomp to the same arm Fox now clinches. But fox resourcefully reaches with the good arm and pulls his leg out. He falls on groin and his eyes roll back into his head and he grits his teeth. Fox climbs the ropes but Mannie pushes him off. He waits for Fox to climb back up and he also gains his balance on the ropes and dropkicks him and they both lay down until Mannie puts a hand on Fox.
Steve: This may be the end.
1...
1...
Phil: Damn, so close.
Mannie puts his hands on his knees and begins to shake his head. Fox lies in a pool of blood as Mannie lifts him up. He sends him to the ropes, and mistakenly Fox clocks the referee. The referee is out cold and rolls out of the ring as Mannie unknowingly lifts back up and puts Foxes back facing him and delivers a Supreme Superiority to Fox. He covers... Mannie hears no taps and gets up and looks around for the referee. He hops out of the ring and pulls him back in for the cover. A slow hand smacks the mat...
1......
2......
No three as Fox rises a shoulder up somehow, someway. Mannie aggravated wipes his sweat and lifts Fox up again. He locks him in for a suplex but Fox reverses it into a swinging neck breaker. The referee is still lying on his back holding his head when Mannie and Fox both get back up. They exchange several punches until Mannie clotheslines Fox out of the ring.
Steve: Remember, there is no referee to count out, so right now anything goes.
Phil: Hmmmm...
Mannie grabs hold of the top rope and launches a over it and missile dropkicks Fox. Mannie gets up and looks at the chair Fox had out earlier and smiles.
Steve: I don’t like that look.
Mannie takes Fox’s head and rams it into the post three times and drops him. Fox gets back up only to be met with several more punches to the face, Mannie sends him running towards the barricade, but Mannie runs faster and bulldogs him.
Phil: Now that is friction. I mean SFT is educational too, bring your science class here. Ha ha, look at that mat-burn.
The referee is still down as Mannie climbs back in the ring and climbs to the top turnbuckle. He raises 2 hands in the air and as Fox gets off he plunges at him with a axe hammer. Fox in time steps aside and sends Mannies face into the top of the barricade. The crowd lets out a huge pop, but Fox is in much more pain than Mannie. Fox rises Mannie to his feet and picks him up in a fireman’s carry. Fox tosses him in the ring and also slides in. He picks Mannie up again and carries him over to the turnbuckle and sets him down on it. He climbs up but Mannie pushes him off and hops down. Mannie stomps Fox a few times and lifts him back to his feet and drags him over to the ropes. Mannie hops onto the outside of the ropes, on the apron, barely balancing himself, still holding Fox by the neck. He back flips into the ring still holding Fox and makes Fox smack his face into the mat. A odd DDT variation. Mannie looks at the referee regaining consciousness and rises to his feet. Mannie rises once again and picks up Fox, he tosses him outside by the chair and gets out slowly of the ring. He folds up the chair, and waits for Fox to get up. He screams to Fox “I am your future.” Fox uses both hands to get to a crawl position, and then grabs the wall for help. He rises and when he gets up he is superkicked with the aide of the chair in the face. Mannie performed the eMANNIEcipator and drops the chair and kicks it under the ring mat. He grabs Fox by the hair and tosses him in. As the referee, bleeding slowly from his forehead, looks at Mannie pinning Fox, he smacks down the
1...
Steve: I don’t believe it! Mannie has pulled off a upset to a former World Champion. WOW this kid is going somewhere soon...I will tell you that.
Paramedics come down to the ring to check on the referee and Fox who lays in the middle of the ring with his eyes closed. Mannie rises to his feet and is received by a overwhelming hatred from the crowd. Mannie just smiles and walks back up the ramp, turning once and repeatedly saying “I am your Future.”
Steve: Hands down Mannie was in control of this whole match.
Phil: Yip, sad performance by Fox, I mean I thought this guy was a legend or something.
Steve: Well Phil, our time has been fun. But it’s that time to do the share thing.
Phil: Sorry folks, but the TNT Krew has gotta go and let the War Games gang take over.
Steve: See you all on Titans.
Phil: Peace.
Steve and Phil stand up and leave as Shawn Cage and Manuela Ramos approach the commentator’s table and sit down. They put on the headsets.
SC: Thank you Steve, Phil, and Chimpo the Chimp. But now its time for War Games to take over from here.
MR: Candy, what up girl? Yeah Shawn, let’s do this!
MR: Alright…now this match should be good!! Putting Lethal, Knife and Johnny Legend all against each other for the TV Title!
SC: It might be an alright match...lets go to Candy Peaks to get it all started.
Candy Peaks: Making his way to the ring, weighting in at 229 pounds and standing at a flat 6 foot tall…Knife!!!
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 pausing 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 encouraging to audience to get up. They go to one corner as the music fades.
SC: There’s the new TV Champ!!
MR: I don’t know about that...
Candy Peaks: And making his 1 of the two opponents...Standing at a giant 7 foot 2 inches and weighing a good 314 pounds...Jaaay Lethal!!
"Shoot to Kill" by O.G.C. begins to play and out from the back come "The Innovative Icon" Jay Lethal. The fans give him mixed reactions as he walks down the ramp and makes his way to the ring. As he steps in the ring he looks to the fans on each side of the arena and does a cutthroat pose for them. He then takes off his shirt and prepares for his opponent.
MR: Hmm…I'd like to see this kid leave with the title.
SC: Just keep thinking that.
Candy Peaks: And now the TV champion...at 6'5 256 pounds...JOHNNY LEGEND!!!
"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.
The Ref for this match is Chris Nevels. He takes Legends belt and shows it to everyone. He calls for the bell and this match gets started.
MR: Well…Knife is at a huge disadvantage here...hit will be hard with his speed to take down these 2 powerful guys.
Speaking of Knife, he is the first one to take an offense with a quick Missile Drop kick on Legend, but the big man doesn’t make much more then a step. But that doesn’t stop knife, he gets right back up and bounces off the ropes and dives to hit a flying clothesline. This time it causes legend to stumble to the ropes. But Jay lethal is ready to take charge of this match as he grabs knife and tosses him up onto his shoulders. He falls to the ground with knife and hits a DVD. Johnny starts to kick Lethal as he gets back up, whips him in to the ropes and knocks him to the ground with a big boot. Knife and Johnny start to work as a team as they both bring him to his knees with multiple kicks, Legend whips knife into the ropes and he hits a hard dropkick to Lethal’s face.
MR: Their going to have to keep working together to keep the big man down!!
Knife gets back up and turns right around to Johnny, who kicks him in the gut and goes for a powerbomb, but knife reverses and hits a hurricanrana! He runs to the turnbuckle and waits for one of the 2 guys to get up. The first is Lethal, and he is the first to go right back down when Knife hits him with dropkick. Johnny is up now, waiting for Knife to turn around. He turns around and is meet with the hand of Legend around his neck. He tries to get out of it but is slammed to the ground with a huge Chokeslam.
SC: OOOO What a chokeslam!!
MR: That is what will win this match!!
Knife rolls out of the ring and Legend turns back around to Lethal. The two start to exchange lefts and rights, back and forth. Lethal starts to over power Johnny though, 1 right hand, 2 right hand, 3 right hand 4! Johnny falls down but gets right back up. Jay grabs Legend and slams him to the ground with a chokeslam, he pulls him right back up and hits another. But that’s not all, as he pulls him up one more time and hits a hard sit out powerbomb. He holds it for the pin. 1....2...Knife comes out of nowhere and breaks it up. Johnny rolls to the apron, Knife starts to take advantage of Lethal using all of his energy one Legend and hits a running face buster. He bounces off the ropes again and drops down and dropkicks him in the face.
MR: This is some good offense by Knife, using his speed to get the upper hand on Lethal.
SC: Yeah but you cant forget about the champ!
Knife locks on a weak crossface, but Lethal just gets to his feet, with Knife still hanging on! He grabs the ropes and slams Knife onto the turnbuckle!! Knife goes limp and falls to the outside. Lethal steps over the rope and starts to chase knife around the ring, but he turns the corner and gets speared right to the mat! Legend then grabs Lethal’s head and pounds it against the Steps. He calls out to knife and holds Lethal’s head against the steps. Knife grabs a chair and smashes it against his head!!!! The Crowd starts the chant Holy Shit Holy Shit...Nevels doesn’t even bother trying to stop the match or start a count. Knife tells legend to put him on a table on the outside, and he does. Johnny sets Lethal on to a table from under the ring and crawls back into the ring. He grabs Knife and whips him to the ropes for the extra speed, then when he comes back, he hip-tosses Knife out of the ring onto the table!! But there is no Lethal!!! Knife crashes thru the table and Legend leans over the ropes to see if they got Lethal. When he realizes that they didn’t, he is in disbelieve, looking all over the outside of the ring for him, but he never looked the most important place....right behind him!!
MR: Holy cow this match went from crap to holy crap!!
SC: I don’t understand!! How is Lethal up?!?! And...I haven’t seen Knife move Yet!!
Back in the ring, Lethal calls out to Legend and once he turns around, BAM!! A shot to the head with a steel chair!! But Lethal’s not done, he opens the chair up and sets it in the middle of the ring, facing the turnbuckle. He grabs Legend and stops...he looks back at the chair, then out at Knife...then back at the Chair. He smiles real big and hits Johnny with the Lethal Weapon!!
SC: This match is over!!
MR: No… I don’t think he plans for it to be!!
Lethal slides out of the ring and tosses Knife back in. He goes under the ring and grabs another table and another chair. Back into the ring, he sets the table up, then puts one chair on one end of the table, and the other, on the other end of the table. He grabs Knife and hits the Lethal drop!!! Now Lethal is the only man left standing in the ring, he slings Knife over his shoulder and sets him across the chairs, his head on one, nothing holding up his abdomen, and his lower legs on the other chair. He hooks Knifes feet on the sides of the chair, just to hold him there. Then he picks up Legend and whips him to the corner. The points to knife and climbs up to the top turnbuckle. Then he sticks Legends head in between his legs, pulls him all the way up to the 3rd rope...and hits the lethal injection from the top rope, thru Knife and the table!!!!
MR: HOLY SHIT!!!!!
SC: ...........oh.......my.....god.....
Chris Nevels starts to count as all 3 men are down. 1.............2...............3............Still no movement from the pile of bodies in the middle of the ring. ....6..........7.....Lethal starts to pull him self over Knife and Legend.
MR: HERES THE PIN!!!
1……….
Johnny Legend barely kicks out, but Knife doesn’t
……….3!!
SC: WHAT?!?!?! HE IS THE NEW CHAMPION?!?!!?
MR: DAMN RIGHT!! AND HE DESERVES IT!!!
Chris Nevels raises Lethal’s hand and hands him the belt as Candy Peaks announces..
Candy Peaks: And the winner of this match...and the NEW SFT TV CHAMPION....JAAAAY LEEATHHALL!!!!
MR: What a great victory for Jay Lethal! He is on his way to the top!
SC: Yeah, but on his way there he'll have to go through wrestlers that are in the next mat...
The lights go out in the arena as the crowd wait in anticaption. Suddenly, the sound of screamming is heard and blue lights begin to flicker. As soon as the screamming stops, "Your Disease" by Saliva breaks out in the arena as the crowd begin to boo. As the boo's increase, Clayton Walker walks out to greet the crowd. As soon as Clayton realizes they are booing, he flips them off and then walks down the ramp looking strangly at the crowd. Once at the bottom of the ramp, he then walks around the ring, still looking at the crowd weirdly. 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.
Clayton Walker: How dare you people boo me? You people live in the middle of the desert and require Gambling..yes Gambling, the Worlds most laziest sport, to make your time fly by. If anything, you people should be cheering me. Here I am, the man that sets the standards of pathetic and lazy people like yourselves and shows what you can reach if you have the determination. Like all I wanted to do, was come out here, say hello, try to inform you on the progress on SFT's broken road, but instantly you boo me and give me shit. People, if you want the rest of the World to respect you, you know, that word that usually lights up people, then you have to respect a visitor like myself, a person representing the Commonwealth and Canada, North America's only true Leader.
The boos then starts to get louder.
Clayton Walker: Oh yes, that is right, go louder, make me more angry. Like tonight, I was thinking of coming out here and having a match, showing you all what you can do with the muscles if you didn't stop using the push button machines instead of the quality pull downs. Like don't you people ever think of saving your money? So then maybe you can leave this Sandy, overrated city, no wait, states, wait, sorry again, NATION, and move to a safer place within the confines of the Queen's land, you know the Queen, the woman that has more power in the pocket than George Bush. You know, the lady that actually knows how to run a Country that she is so good, she runs over a hundred of Countries?
"Get Out" then begins to echoes through out the arena.
Clayton Walker: You think I want to be here. If it wasn't for the fact that I felt sorry for people like Big T, Myris, Sparks and a few others, I would not be anywhere near this money laundering, time wasting town. Like look at your town people, what can you actually do? Push a few buttons, see a few lights. I am sure you have homes that need the exact same cleaning as this place. So please, just go, I am sick and tired of seeing your pathetic and wasted life faces. To think you would rather make the rich richer than make the poor somewhat better. You people make me sick. I am sorry Big T, but I must end it there, these people just make me want to throw up.
Walker then drops the mic, slides out of the ring and runs up the ramp in a hurry covering his mouth as the crowd chant "Throw up".
Backstage, we see Shadow and Aj Nin Red Rum looking at the monitor. The logo appears on their screen for the Intercontinental Championship match that is next.
Shadow: It's a shame you lost your title.
Aj Nin Red Rum: I know. I'm sorry. It wasn't my fault. That mental midget Big T decided that it was time once again for him to screw me out of a match. Then to make things worse, I don't get to face Myris tonight.
Shadow: I understand. You feel bad over losing to Brandi James and grief over not facing Myris tonight. I know how you can fix that. Go to the ring.
Aj Nin Red Rum: Why?
Shadow: Just go.
Aj Nin shrugs his shoulders and he leaves to go out to the ring. Shadow picks up a phone and he dials a number.
Shadow: Ready? Good. He's on his way.
The scene fades to the ringside area. Shawn looks at Manuela
SC: What was that all about?
MR: I have no idea. It's hard to tell what anything Shadow says really means.
SC: Yeah.
Suddenly, the lights go out. "Waiting to Die" by (hed) PE begins to play.
Pyro blasts and the lights come back on. Former Intercontinental Champion Aj Nin Red Rum walks out onto the stage, clueless as to why he is out there.
MR: Well...
Aj Nin walks down the ramp and he slides into the ring. He sees a crew member hand Candy Peaks a piece of paper. After she reads it, she walks over to Aj Nin. Aj Nin reads it and he smiles.
SC: What does it say?
MR: I have no idea.
Candy holds up her microphone.
Peaks: The following contest is scheduled for one fall... and has been assigned a special guest referee. Introducing... from Ozone Park, New York... AJ NIN RED RUM!
Aj Nin throws his arms up in the air. He sees Titans Senior Referee James Dupre in the corner and he asks for Dupre's shirt.
Dupre: No. I'm sorry, but you're going to have to find another shirt.
Aj Nin laughs.
Aj Nin Red Rum: Fuck you!
He kicks James in the gut and delivers Dead Weight. Aj Nin then strips him of his black and white shirt. Before he puts on the shirt, he pushes Dupre out of the ring.
Aj Nin Red Rum: You may now proceed, Miss Peaks.
Aj Nin drops the microphone and Candy Peaks prepares to announce Brandi James and Myris for the next match.
The crowd are silent in anticipation as the first few chords of 'Holiday in Cambodia' 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 standing ovation, strutting confidently down the ramp, holdhing his hands high above his head and soaking up the appreciation 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 opponent.
Cand Peaks: And introducing first, from Stirling Scotland, wieghing in at 232lbs, the challenger, MYRIS……..
Brandi’s music then hits the PA, and out she walks from with a nice ovation from the crowd. She has the title across her shoulder, and as she makes her way down she does not take her eyes of Myris..
Candy Peaks: And now introducing the Intercontinental Champion……. Brandi James
A message flashes on the Strike-Tron. It reads “I Love You Brandi” signed You Know Who. Brandi looks with a puzzled look on her face.
The 2 of them both meet eye to eye in the ring, and AJ Nin walks over and starts talking to them both, however neither of them are listen. Aj then calls for the bell.
SC: And we are away….
Myris is first to strike with some hard right hands to the head, first with the left, then the right, then the left again. Myris then grabs Brandi and throws her into the ring ropes, and on her return, Myris puts in a left foot to the head which sends Brandi crashing down to the mat. Myris then grabs Brandi by the hair and brings her back to her feet, but as he does, she puts in a kick to the groint which sends Myris down on one knee. Brandi then flys of the ropes herself and sends herself feet first into Myris and connects with his head which sends him straight down on the mat with a huge thud. AJ Nin Red Rum is looking at all of this with a huge smile on his face.
MR: Damn, Brandi really let of some steam there. A kick to the head is never a nice thing to receive.
SC: And the ref AJ seems to be having a great time looking at all this.
Brandi looks at the ref with a confused look, but as she does, Myris swings around his leg and sends Brandi down to the mat. Myris now gets up and starts to walk around Brandi, but always keeping one eye on AJ. Myris brings Brandi back to her feat and starts to strike away at her, but this time Brandi gives back what she receives, and the two of them are soon both going at it again. Myris strikes Brandi and moves around behind her before performing a wonderful belly to back suplex which has Brandi rolling around in pain on the mat. Myris now runs into the ring ropes, and on his return back, lands a painful left elbow to Brandi as she lies there on the mat.
MR: Damn it, Myris looks to be really taking control now. That was one hell of a left elbow.
Brandi James is now flat on the mat. Myris has a gleem in his eyes and he helps Brandi up. Myris throws her into the corner and he walks towards her.
MR: What is he going to do?
SC: Not sure, but Myris is capable of anything.
Myris sets Brandi James up on the top turnbuckle and he climbs to the first turnbuckle. From there, he delivers Fall From Grace. Brandi is no longer moving. Myris throws his arm over Brandi James.
MR: Wait... why isn't Aj Nin Red Rum counting?
SC: He's... tying his shoe!
That's right, Aj Nin is tying his shoe. Myris notices this and he gets up. Instead of doing something, Myris ignores Aj Nin and he helps Brandi up again. Myris sets Brandi up for a reverse suplex. He lifts her up into the air, turns to look at Aj Nin, smiles, and he drops Brandi into a stunner.
MR: No!
SC: What?!
MR: That's Aj Nin's "Darkness Falls"!
With Brandi flat on the mat once again, Myris stands in front of Aj Nin. The two former IC Champions stare at each other. Aj Nin laughs.
Aj Nin Red Rum: You think that was good?
Myris: Yeah, I do.
Aj Nin grabs something out of his pocket and he throws it behind Myris. He then laughs.
Aj Nin Red Rum: Turn around, fool.
Myris turns around to get a fistful of chain to the face from Brandi James.
SC: Whoa! I didn't see that coming!
Brandi James smiles and she goes for the cover.
MR: One... two... three!
Aj Nin quickly calls for the bell after that very fast count.
SC: I don't like how it went down, but Brandi James just beat Myris.
MR: I can't believe this. Aj Nin Red Rum just helped the woman who beat him for the Intercontinental Title.
Aj Nin hands the IC Title to Brandi and he raises her arm in victory. On the StrikeTron, fifty cents drop on the table. "What Up Gangsta" by 50 Cent then hits and Big T walks out with a microphone.
Big T: No no no! Hold on. Shadow may have the power to make you the referee, Aj Nin Red Rum, but he doesn't have the power to change my mind about this match. As of right now, that assisted pinfall is stricken from the record and the match is officially restricted. Also, if you help Brandi one more time... you're fired. Now... ring that damn bell.
The bell rings again and the match is restarted.
MR: Well that is certainly a kick in the ass for AJ Nin Red Rum. Looks like he is going to have to to his job correctly now unless he wants another ear bashing from Big T.
Aj looks angury, but signals for the match to continue. Brandi brings Myris to her feet, but Myris has now had time to re-group himself and straight away starts throwing left and right punches to Brandi’s face. Myris manages to get Brandi back aginst the ropes, but she then reverses it so Myris is on the ropes and gives him a huge slap across the chest with gets a huge reaction from the crowd.
SC: Damn, that’s one hell of a bitch slap from Brandi.
Both wrestlers then lunge at each other and lock hands together n a test of strength. At first it seems like Brandi is getting the better of the contest, but then Myris takes control, and after a few moments puts in a kick to the groin area. Brandi moves backward, but then throws herself at Myris, but Myris moves out of the way and Brandi goes crashing onto the ropes, and bounces back straight down to the floor. Myris begins to kick away at Brandi with his right foot as the ref Aj Nin Red Rum looks on. Brandi somehow managers to swing her leg around while on the floor and sweeps Myris of his feat and sends him down back first to the mat. Brandi then gets up herself looking a bit dazed, but brings Myris back to his feat and exsecutes a right arm to the face. She then throws him into the ring ropes, and on his return, gives him a clothesline right across his chest. Now that Myris is down and in pain, she goes for the cover…
1….2…… kick out
and Brandi gets up looking mad at Aj who just shrugs his shoulders and points out that the count was only 2. By this time, Myris has garbed Brandi’s hair and pulled he back down to the mat, and gone for the pin himself…
1……2…… kick out
and Myris turns round and looks mad with AJ who just again shugs his shoulders.
Myris now gets and brings Brandi to her feet with him. He goes for a powerbomb which he performs perfectly, but rather than going for the cover, he brings the dazed and injured Brandi back to her feat and slaps her across the face. He then gives her a knee to the groin which sends Brandi back down. He turns around and smirks at AJ and then looks around at the crowd. He is just about to bring Brandi back to her feat, when Brandi someone managers to launch herself up off the mat and gives Myris a huge uppercut to the chin. Brandi then quickly goes up to the top ropes and looks around at the crowd.
SC: Now this looks as though it could be very painful.
MR: Out oif all the ways you would want Brandi James on top of you, I don’t think this is the way most people would choose.
Brandi launches herself of the top ropes and lands a frog splash right on top of Myris.
SC: Damn, that’s got to be it surly.
AJ drops for the count….
1…….2………3………. Match over
SC: That’s ot…… Brandi has beaten Myris and retained her title, and not only that she done it without any help from AJ Nin Red Rum.
Brandi goes back up to the top rope to celebrate, but Myris looks in dyer pain on the mat, but still manages to get a quick look at AJ Nin Red Rum, who is walking up the ramp looking very happy with himself.
Manuela Ramos: Well folks we have come to the match that every single fan of War Games has been waiting for, the Lord of the Cell finals.
Shawn Cage: Manny this should be one hell of a match. As we see the cage being lowered around ring side and an kinda of confused on one thing.
MR: What's that?
SC: Well this is suppose to be an Inferno Hell in the Cell match, but I don't see the devices that they use for the Inferno match around the ring.
MR: Patience Shawn, soon all will be answered…
SC: Infact there appears to be a large square cut out of the top the cell, what the hell does Damion have planned for this match…
Suddenly…
IT IS NOT A FUCKING GAME!!!
As "Fight Music" by D12 hits the P.A. system, Commissioner Xavier can be seen making his way from the back, and with a mix reaction of boos and cheers, he heads to the ring carrying a metal brief case.
Candy Peaks: Ladies and gentlemen introducing the Commissioner of the SFT, Damion Xavier!!!
As Damion enters the cell, he walks to the center of the ring, pulls out a microphone from his back pocket, and begins to address the crowd.
Damion Xavier: Tonight you will all witness the greatest match is Sports Entertainment history. You see the Inferno Hell in the Cell match was actually the brainchild from one of tonight's finalist for the Lord of the Cell, Erik Dean. But I decided that wasn't the match that you people wanted to see…
Upon hearing this, the fans start to let out a course of boos.
SC: Well looks like our Commissioner’s decision to change the match isn't going over very well with the fans.
MR: Oh they're booing now, but once they hear what he has planed they'll be cheering their asses off.
As the crowd continues to boo, Damion raise the mike and continues on.
Damion: Now hear me out if you will, you see there has been allot of confusion on just what exactly the winner of this tournament will receive for becoming the Lord of the Cell. Now there is a title shot in their near future, but it will not be a World Title shot, so lets end that rumor right here and now. But as an added bonus, the winner of this match will receive $50,000 of my money.
While making that statement, a group of stagehands come to the ring carrying tables, ladders, and chairs. Then we can see a hook being lowered from the ceiling to the center of the ring where we can see Damion attaching the briefcase to it. Then as the hook is raised in the air with the briefcase attached, Damion then raises the mike up, as the crowd booing is quickly turned to applauds and cheers.
Damion: That's right folks, tonight you will all witness the very first TLC Hell in the Cell Match!!!
SC: TLC in the HIC!?
MR: I don't think he stuttered did he?
As the crowd continues to cheer, Damion exits the cell as "Fight Music" by D12 hits the P.A. system. As soon as Damion is out of sight, disappearing behind the curtain, suddenly lights through the arena go out, leaving everything pitch black like the night outside. Mist pours out around the stage and down the ramp and a ring of fire forms at the top on the stage. The entire arena's attention is immediately centered around ring of fire, and Rammstein's "Sonne" begins to boom out of the PA system... the countdown in German ends, and as the music explodes, pyros go off at each corner of the ring and the fire flares then dies down straight after. On the stage, where the ring of fire was once, Lucretia Black is now standing looking down towards the ring. Slowly, she moves down and climbs up the steel steps, signaling out to the crowd, making them all boo in unison. The lights come back up, and Lucretia steps into the cell, and with the help of the referee pulling the ropes apart, she steps into the ring.
CP: Welcome to the Lord the Cell tournament finals, introducing first, weighting in at 121 lbs, she is Lucretia Black!
As her music comes to an end, and the fans start to die down, suddenly a loud bang goes off as the lights in the arena dim down to low, then the sound of "Set It Off" by Skindred hits the PA and the crowd goes a bit wild as pyro from colors red to yellow shoots off into the arena sky. Erik Dean emerges from the backstage area and enters the stage area. Dean stops and looks around at the crowd a bit and can see flashes coming from cameras going off, almost a bit blinding. Dean then walks down the ramp way slowly taking his time and enters the cell and climbs into the ring.
CP: Introducing her opponent, weighting in at 229 lbs, Erik Dean!
As they both meet at the center of the ring Dean looks Black up and down, then out of nowhere, pie faces her to the mat. He then turns hunches his shoulders to the crowd, when Black comes from behind and hits him with a hard low blow from behind, and after witnessing all this the ref calls for the start of the match. (DING, DING)
SC: Well here we go, and even though Dean has a height and weight advantage, from the looks of thing, Black pretty much broke him down to her size.
MR: Well actually he's bent over so far, that she is now taller then him.
As Dean stays in a bent position Black bounces off the ropes, grabs him by the head and hits a bulldog. She doesn't stop, there, she bounces off the ropes again and this time she hits a knee drop to the lower back of Dean. As Dean rolls on his back in pain, Black then leaves the ring, retrieves a steel chair, and then slides back in under the bottom rope. She then stands behind Dean in a staking position, chairs raises waiting for Dean to get to his feet. As Dean, with use of the ring ropes, finally gets to his feet, he turns and is met with a hard chair shot to the face, causing him to bounce of the ropes, and as he comes stumbling forward, Black tosses the chair to him, and surprisingly he catches it. But Black then hits a side stepping kick to the chair causing it to connect with face of Dean. Dean then drops the chair but is still on his feet, seeing this Black then positions the chair on the mat, kicks Dean in the gut, and follows it up with a Implant DDT on the steel chair.
SC: Damn Black is like a Woman posed in that cage.
MR: Yeah well you know that PMS can be a b*tch.
Black then leaves the ring again, and this time she grabs a table and slides it under the bottom rope. She then turns her attention to a fan that is heckling her, not realizing that Dean has gotten to his feet, and is leaning against the ropes on the side of the ring that she is standing. As Black then turns to face the ring, Dean does a sling shot body press over the top rope and lands on Black causing them both to go crashing into the cage. As they both lay there, not move, it is Dean who the first to move, he gets to his feet, walk over to a table, picks it up and leans it up against one side of cell. He then walks over to the still down Black, gets her to her feet, and attempts to irish whip her, but she reverses the move and sends Dean crashing threw the table. Black then rolls under the bottom rope, gets to her feet with use of the ropes, walk over to the table that is still in the ring, and sets it up. Once she is done, she rolls back to the outside, where Dean is still laying in the wreckage. She then reaches down raises Dean to his feet, rolls him under the bottom rope into the ring, and then rolls in behind him. Once in the ring, she raises him to his feet once again, starts to lay in some hard shots to the face, irish whip him into the ropes, as he bounces off she attempts a clothesline but Dean duck, and as he comes off the ropes a second time he hits a jumping twisting DDT.
SC: Damn Dean hit that move out of nowhere!
MR: Hell I thought he was done, looks like he still has some fight left in him.
Dean not wasting a moment, raises Black to her feet, lays her on the table, and for good measure, hits her with a few hard forearm shots to the head. He then walks over to the nearest turnbuckle, climbs to the top, and signals for the Holy Shot, and as leaps off the top turnbuckle doing a perfect frog splash, at the last second Black rolls off the table causing Dean to crashing right threw it.
SC: For the second time tonight, Dean has gotten wood.
Black, who of course was playing possum, once again goes to the outside, grabs another table, slides it into the ring, and slides in right behind it as well. She then sets it up, but then looks over at the still down Dean.
MR: Damn the table, get the ladder girl, and get that $50,000!!!
Black then leaves the ring, but this time she does pick up a ladder, slides it into the ring as well, gets back in the ring, set it up and starts to climb towards the briefcase. By this time Dean has gather his senses, and as he watches Black climb the ladder, on instinct alone, he get to his feet and starts to climb the ladder as well. As Black reaches the top portion of the ladder, she starts to reach for the case, but can seem to grab, just then Dean reaches the top portion as well. The two then begin to exchange punches, and as it appears that Black is winning the exchange, Dean stop her momentum with a rack to the eye. As Black leans over in pain, Dean grabs her head, and starts to pull her over the ladder, then as he has her in a suplex position, he pull her over the top of the ladder and hits a superplex off the ladder into the table.
SC: OH MY GOD!!!
MR: Now that is what I call Sports Entertainment.
Upon seeing this, the crowd starts in with a "Holy Sh*t, as both wrestlers lay motionless on the mat. After a few moments, Dean is the first to move, he crawls over to the ropes, and using them, he gets to his feet, while Black on the other hand begins to roll over on her stomach, and is trying to get to her feet. Once Dean is on his feet, he stumbles over to the still standing ladder, and slowly begins to climb it. As he reaches about mid way, Black has gotten to her feet and is leaning against the ring ropes, she then looks up at Dean and realizes how close he is to the briefcase. Black then bounces off the ropes and hits a drop kick on the ladder, sending Dean off the ladder, out the ring, crashing into the cage, and finally landing on the hard arena floor. As Dean lies on the floor, motionless, Black tries to move the ladder to the center of the ring, and one she is done, she then begins to climb the ladder very slowly.
MR: She going to do it, Black is going to become the Lord of the Cell.
Just then Dean starts to move, and he looks in the ring he notices how close Black is to the case, he quickly gets to his feet, climbs to the top of the turnbuckle, and sacrificing his body, he hits a Swanton bomb to the ladder, knocking it over, and causing Black to come crashing down to the mat as well. Both wrestlers are once again down in the ring, but it is Dean that is first to move, followed by Black crawling to the ropes, and pulling herself up. As it appears that both wrestlers have slowly made to their feet, they meet in the center of the ring, and once again the fist begin to fly, but Black blocks one of Deans punches and come back with a nasty European uppercut, rocking Dean. She then irish whip Dean into the ropes, and as he bounce off she hits a drop toe hold, causing Dean to land face first on the ladder, the move splits him open, and the blood begins to drip.
SC: I was wonder how long this match was going to go before someone started bleeding.
As Dean lays face down on the ladder, Black quickly goes to a corner, climbs to the top, jumps off and hits the beautiful Shooting Star Press on the back and neck of Dean as he lies across the ladder still, but the move take allot out of her as well, as she slide off of Dean, and he slides off the ladder.
MR: After that move, this match is pretty much any ones to win or lose.
As both wrestler lay there for a few moments, neither showing any sign of life, they both begin to move at the same time, they even slowly get to their feet at almost the same time. Dean, with use of his hand, wipes his forehead and realizes that he is bleeding, the sight of his own blood, drives him into frenzy. As Black turns and leans over the top rope, Dean exits the ring, grabs a chair, enters the ring, and then stands behind the unsuspecting Black. As Black slowly turns around, Dean hits her in the gut with the chair, as she bend over in pain, Dean drops the chair, grabs Black and hits the Spoken Words on top of the steel chair, causing Black to start bleeding from the forehead as well. Dean then walks over to the ladder, sets it up in the center of the ring, and starts to slowly climb to the top of it.
SC: Black is out cold; Dean has this match in the bag.
MR: I wouldn't be so sure of that.
SC: Huh, Manny Black is out fricken cold, all Dean has to do is reach up and grab the briefcase and this match is over…Wait a second you have got to be kidding me, this isn't War Games, what the hell is he doing out here?
As Shawn makes that comment, Silent Fury can be seen running down to ringside, but Dean who has his back to the entrance ramp, doesn't see him coming. As soon a Fury makes it to the cell, he quickly climbs to the top of the cell as the fans try frantically to warn Dean, but he just thinks that they are cheering him on. As Dean reaches the top of the ladder, and is stretch out to reach the brief case, suddenly the case begin to raise up even higher, seeing this Dean climbs up even higher on the ladder and once again he tries to reach for the briefcase, and once again it starts to raise up even higher. Realizing something not right, Dean climbs to the very top rung of the ladder, when Fury grabs him by the back of his head, and pulls Dean off the ladder to the top of the cell. Fury then lays in some hard shot, causing Dean to stagger over to the side where the announcer's tables are located. Then after a hard shot to the face Dean staggers backwards and begins to teeter off the cage, but Fury reaches out and grabs him by the throat stopping him from falling off the cage, Dean then pats him on the chest as to say thanks, when suddenly a wicket grin begins to form on the face of Fury. Seeing this, Dean facial expression change to one of pure terror, as Fury raises him into a choke slam position.
MR: Ah Shawn I think this would be a good time for us to…MOVE!!!
Just as Manny pulls Shawn out of the way, Fury chokeslam Dean off the top of the cage and threw the announcers table, the crowd seams to go completely silent, as both Manny and Shawn look down at the fallen Erik Dean in silence. Back in the ring, Black has gotten to her feet, not realizing what happen, she goes on pure instinct alone, and starts to climb the ladder. Once she reaches the top, she reaches up with both hands, and snatches down the briefcase. (DING, DING)
CP: Your winner and the very first ever Lord of the Cell, Lucretia Black!!!
As "Sonne" by Rammstein hits the P.A. system, Black slowly climbs down from the ladder, as we can see Commissioner Damion Xavier walking down to ringside the Lord of the Cell Crown in one hand, and a huge trophy in the other. He then enters the cell, climbs in the ring, you then can see Damion handing the trophy to Black, and then placing the crown on her head. The camera then turns their attention to Dean who is now being tended to by paramedics.
SC: I'm speechless, totally speechless.
MR: I too have to admit that maybe Fury went a little to far, I mean I'm all for the non verbal warnings, but not when it results in tossing a human being off a 30 foot cell into a table.
Before scene starts to fade, we get a close up of Damion Xavier as he look down from the ring and the destruction that Fury has caused, he stares with concern in his eyes, but then he slowly start to let out and evil smile, followed up with an sinister laugh.
SC: Like Steve and Phil three matches ago, it’s our turn to give up the headsets.
MR: Damn, and just when I started having fun too! Oh well!! See you peoples on War Games. Candy, let’s go!!
SC: Goodbye.
Shawn Cage and Manuela Ramos take off the headsets, stand up, and leave with Candy Peaks. Harvey Vaughn enters the ring as John Cartwright and Randy White put on the headsets.
JC: The 1st string commentators are here!! Sorry you all had to deal with the ramblings of Steve, Phil, Shawn, and Manuela. Randy and I are here to save the day.
RW: Are you done? (Randy shakes his head) Great job by both commentating teams. But its now time for the Hell in a Cell!!!
RW: The next match is for the United States Championship title. First we have the challenger in SFT Lightweight Champion Sean Lane and the beautiful Brandi James'll accompany him.
JC: Then you have the heavy favorite of this match and the man who holds the United States Championship title in Damien Sparks.
RW: So you think Damien is going to win and retain the United States title in this Hell in a Cell match, the most vicious match ever created?
JC: Yeah! I think Damien Sparks is going to wipe the mat with Sean Lane and not only win the match and retain his title, but afterward Brandi James will realize that Sean Lane is what Damien Sparks called him and that Sean is a loser and Brandi will leave Sean for Damien.
RW: Well, I think that the winner of this nasty Hell in a Cell match will be the man who can survive.
JC: We'll have to wait and see. Let's send it to Harvey Vaughn who's in the middle of the ring.
The camera fades from Randy and John to Harvey Vaughn.
Harvey Vaughn: Ladies and gentlemen of Las Vegas, Nevada..... (crowd screams) ..... What you are about to witness will go down in the history books as one of the most grueling and hardest fought fight of the century!!! Please begin to lower the HELL... IN... A... CELLLL!!!!
The Hell in a Cell begins to lower with lights shining only on the massive structure and the rest of the arena is pitch black. The Hell in a Cell finally lands, completely surrounding the ring.
Harvey Vaughn: Now we have the monster, now for the men. First, the challenger...
The lights dim and "Lapdance" by N.E.R.D. starts up. As the bass line picks up, two shots of blue pyro shoot straight up towards the arena's rafters. As the smoke clears, Lane is standing with arms outstretched. Sean Lane then makes his way slowly down the ramp and around the Hell in a Cell, taunting the fans. He then looks up to the top of the Hell in a Cell and enters through the door and crawls into the ring and goes into two opposite corners, each time raising his arms and yelling back at the fans before getting ready to start the match.
RW: I don't know John, you may want to re-think what you said.
JC: Why?
RW: Sean looks pretty ready to kick some ass!!
JC: He's frontin'! He's so scurrrred it's not even funny. Plus, where's Brandi? Huh? Looks like his own woman ditched him.
RW: She's probably still hurting from the Intercontinental Title match earlier against Myris.
JC: He's a loser and the world will find out tonight when Damien Sparks beats him 6 feet down.
Harvey Vaughn: And the Champion...
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 Hell in a Cell, taunting the jeering fans on the way. Damien Sparks looks at Sean Lane inside the Cell inside the ring. Then Damien looks at the United States title and hands it to Harvey Vaughn as Harvey exits the Hell in a Cell. Damien then looks around the ring.
JC: See, even Damien is wondering where Brandi is.
Damien smiles as he enters the Hell in a Cell and slides in the ring. Referee Leon Tyson locks the door and puts the key in his pocket. He rolls back in the ring and calls for the bell.
Ding Ding Ding
Damien Sparks and Sean Lane go toe-to-toe face-to-face in the center of the ring.
RW: Here we go!!!
When Sean Lane and Damien Sparks are about to start beating the hell out of each other, the music of Brandi James hits and she slowly walks out from behind the curtain to the top of the ramp. Both Sean and Damien turn and watch as Brandi makes her way down the ramp.
JC: She finally arrives. It's about time.
RW: Yeah, but I wonder why she waited until now to come out instead of coming out with Sean. Wait, I know, she probably isn't sure whom she wants to root for in this match.
JC: Maybe it's because she has a feeling that Sean is a loser!!
Brandi James finally makes her way to ringside. Harvey Vaughn gets her a chair and she sits down in front of the commentator's table. Sean Lane leaves the ring and tries to talk to Brandi James through the Hell in a Cell. But Damien Sparks runs at the ropes and goes for a baseball slide, but Sean Lane moves out of the way as he sees Damien coming in Brandi's eyes. Damien slides right out to the floor where Sean Lane throws a couple of punches that connect with Damien's face. Sean then throws a couple forearms in the side of Damien's head. Sean grabs Damien's hand and whips him, but reverses it himself and whips Damien into the steel steps back first really hard. So hard that Brandi almost jumps out of her chair.
RW: Damn! Damien hit the steel steps so hard that even Brandi felt his pain.
Damien sits on the floor with an expression of pure pain on his face. Sean walks up to him and puts a boot to his chest. Sean picks Damien up off the floor and rolls him in the ring. Sean jumps up on the apron. Sean waits as Damien gets up. Damien is on his feet and as Sean is about to do some sort of slingshot move over the top rope, 50 Cent drops on a table on the StrikeTron. "What Up Gangsta" by 50 Cent hits. Big T and Pandoura walk out to the top of the ramp. Backstage personnel bring out a leather couch for Big T and Pandoura to sit on. They sit on the couch and then a vendor comes out from the back with popcorn. Big T buys some for himself and Pandoura to eat as they watch the match. They cuddle up, as the action gets good.
JC: Now what the hell is Big T doing out here? He has no interest in this match.
RW: I guess he does. Or maybe he just wants to watch a classic in the making.
Damien turns around and Sean slingshots himself over the top rope and hits a flying head scissors sending Damien to the mat. Damien crawls back to the corner on his knees. He stops and begs Sean to stop his onslaught. Sean doesn't go for it and when he moves in, Damien grabs his tights and pulls Sean toward the corner and Sean's head slams into the top turnbuckle. Damien grabs Sean and does a high angle back drop.
JC: That a way Damien, kick him while he's down.
Damien Sparks kicks Sean Lane in the ribs while Sean is on his hands and knees. Sean tries to get up, but Damien kicks him in the ribs again. Damien picks Sean off the mat, lifts him up for a slam and drops him ribs first over his knee. Damien picks Sean back up and hits a very well executed T-bone Suplex. Damien covers Sean, Leon Tyson drops to make the count.
1...
RW: Damien Sparks came close right there.
JC: Damien could've won, but he wants to fuck up Sean more.
Damien Sparks gets up and brings Sean Lane to his feet. Damien Sparks grabs Sean Lane by his head and tosses him out on the floor. Damien Sparks picks Sean Lane up and begins rubbing his face into the Hell in a Cell.
RW: Damien, you can't grate Sean's face!!
JC: Yeah, well Damien is sure as fuck going to try.
Damien Sparks keeps rubbing Sean Lane's face into cold steel cell. Damien stops and Sean just hangs on the cell. Damien Sparks grabs Sean Lane and body slams him down on the barely padded floor. Sean Lane lies on the floor not moving. Damien Sparks jumps up to the apron. Damien Sparks looks down at Sean Lane. Damien Sparks then does a back flip off the apron and lands right on top of Sean Lane.
JC: Now that's some innovation for you right there, Randy.
RW: I can't deny it that was one sweet moonsault off the apron to the floor by Damien Sparks to Sean Lane.
Damien Sparks stands up and looks out to the crowd. They boo him and he just gives the ol' number one sign. Damien Sparks picks up Sean Lane off the floor and rolls him in the ring. Damien Sparks rolls in the ring himself and covers Sean Lane. Leon Tyson drops to make the count.
1...
JC: Tyson is the worse referee I have ever seen. That should've been a 3 count.
RW: Oh shut up! Sean Lane kicked out and you know it. Damien can't keep Sean down for the 3. Wake up and realize Damien isn't shit!
John just looks at Randy in silence as Damien Sparks argues with Leon Tyson on the count. Damien Sparks grabs Sean Lane's leg and arm and drags him to the corner. Damien Sparks grabs the top rope and begins climbing up to the top. Damien Sparks makes it to the top. He looks back at Sean Lane lying on the mat. Damien Sparks goes for the top-rope moonsault, but he only connects with the mat as Sean Lane rolls out of the way.
RW: If Damien had connected with the moonsault, this match might've been all over.
John remains silent. Sean Lane slowly gets up. Damien Sparks is slow to stand up as well. Sean Lane throws a left that Damien Sparks blocks. Damien Sparks throws a left that Sean Lane blocks. Sean Lane kicks Damien Sparks in the gut causing Damien to double over. Sean Lane kicks him up. Sean Lane grabs Damien Sparks and hits a snap suplex. Sean Lane holds on and does another snap suplex. Sean Lane still holds on. Sean Lane does a third snap suplex and finally lets Damien Sparks go.
RW: Laneplexes right there from Sean Lane. Got Damien Sparks all dizzy.
Damien Sparks stands up and stumbles in the ring until he grabs the ropes to keep himself steady. Sean Lane runs at him and gives Damien Sparks a stiff clothesline sending him out to the floor. Damien Sparks hits the floor and staggers to stand up. Sean Lane goes out to the apron and hits a Lane-canrana on Damien Sparks from the apron to the floor. Sean Lane covers Damien Sparks and Leon Tyson tells him he can't pin him on the outside. Sean then sits on Damien's chest and starts laying in some punches.
RW: Sean Lane is beating the hell out of Damien Sparks right now.
Lane gets up and he looks under the ring. He pulls out a steel chair and he throws it into the ring. Lane gets Sparks up off of the ground and he slams the US Champion's face into the wall of the massive cage.
RW: This is just crazy.
Lane then throws Sparks inside of the ring and he follows the champ. Lane drags Sparks over to the chair and he places Damien's face onto it. Lane looks like he's about to do a leg drop. Instead, he climbs to the top turnbuckle.
JC: What is he doing?
Lane jumps, grabs the top of the cage, and he flies down to drop a massive leg drop on Sparks, but the champion slides out of the way.
RW: Lane just landed ass-first on that chair!
JC: Nice terminology there, Randy.
Lane bounces around for a while holding his behind quarters. Sparks sees this as an opportunity, but he can't quite get up. He crawls to the ropes and he gets to his feet. As Lane is about to stand up, Sparks runs in and delivers the "Ego Trip" to Lane right onto the chair.
RW: Nice desperation move by Damien Sparks.
JC: Desperation? No. Sparks is just good like that.
Damien Sparks instantly goes for the cover. Tyson goes down for the count.
1...
RW: See what happens when you don't hook somebody's leg? I swear Damien didn't go through wrestling school.
JC: Then how did he get so good? Huh? Explain that!
RW: Quiet fool.
Sparks gets up and he pulls Lane up with him. The two go to the corner and Sparks sits on the top turnbuckle.
JC: Tornado DDT?
Sparks hooks Lane's head, but Lane pushes away. Lane winds back and hits a nice superkick; knocking Sparks clear out of the ring and into the wall of the cage.
RW: I wonder how long those walls will stay up. The way these two keep knocking into them.
Lane runs to the opposite corner that Sparks fell from and he looks to the fans. They cheer as he runs to the other corner and he dives over, right into Sparks, as he was about to get up.
JC: The athleticism of these two. It's outstanding.
Leon Tyson leaves the ring to check on the two combatants. From the outside of the cage, Brandi James looks worried.
RW: It must be hard seeing both of her sugar daddies in pain.
Brandi tries to get Leon to open the cage, but he says no. Leon asks both men if they can continue. Lane says yes and Sparks nods. Both men struggle to there feet and our referee slides back into the ring. Outside the ring, Sparks and Lane gather up their energy and they smile at each other. Sparks follows the smile with a mean look, which comes right before he tackles Lane into the wall of the cage. He follows that up with slamming Lanes face into the turnbuckle.
JC: Blood! Yea!
Lane falls to the ground and Sparks walks over to where Brandi is. He smiles at her, blows her a kiss, and then goes back and kicks Lane in the head.
RW: Damien Sparks is ruthless. That's what it takes in this business.
JC: You got that right.
Damien Sparks picks Sean Lane up, goes behind him, and hits a german suplex that sends Sean Lane into the Cell. Damien Sparks picks Sean Lane up and lays him on the apron. Damien Sparks then jumps up on the apron. Damien Sparks stands Sean Lane up and puts his hand behind his head. Just as Damien is about to jump off the apron with Sean Lane, Sean Lane punches Damien in the gut a couple of times. Then Sean Lane grabs Damien by the back of the head. They both jump off and they both head first into one of the walls of the Hell in a Cell.
RW: Damn!! They both hit the cell face first!!
JC: Yeah they did!! They are bleeding badly now.
RW: Brandi is really worried now. Neither Damien nor Sean is moving.
We go up to the top of the ramp and see Big T and Pandoura enjoying the grueling battle inside this Hell in a Cell.
JC: Looks like those two are enjoying the fight.
RW: Smiling and laughing. I'd like to see them in there.
Damien Sparks moves slightly. He crawls over to the ring and uses it to stand up. Sean Lane then begins to move. He crawls over to the cell and stands up. He staggers over to the ring and rolls in the ring, as does Damien Sparks. They both stand up and start throwing punches at each other. Lefts and rights, using what little bit of energy they have left to try to hurt each other. Sean Lane throws a right hand and Damien Sparks ducks it. Damien Sparks grabs Sean Lane up in a full nelson.
JC: Superiority Complex!!
Sean Lane drops to his knees, flips Damien Sparks over his head, causing Damien to release the full nelson. Damien Sparks gets up and Sean Lane grabs him.
RW: Taste Of Sweetness!!
But instead Damien Sparks pushes Sean Lane into the turnbuckles. Sean Lane stumbles back and turns around right into the arms of Damien Sparks who picks him up and hits The Difference Maker.
JC: The Difference Maker!!!
Damien Sparks goes for the cover on Sean Lane as Leon Tyson drops to the mat to make the count.
1...
Leon Tyson calls for the bell and the end of a grueling match. Damien Sparks doesn't even get up; he just lies on the mat, as does Sean Lane.
RW: What a match!? What a fight!?
JC: I can't believe it's over. I thought for sure they would go all night.
Damien Sparks gets up slowly and Leon Tyson raises his hand in victory.
Damien Sparks gets a weird look in his eyes. He picks up Sean Lane and stands him up. Damien Sparks looks like he is about to deck the shit out of Sean Lane, but instead he extends his hand. Sean Lane, who can barely stand, looks at Damien’s hand and accepts it and they shake hands. Brandi James comes in as the Hell in a Cell rises up. Brandi James hugs Sean Lane. She looks at Damien Sparks and just smiles.
RW: I like this show of sportsmanship by both of these competitors.
JC: I have to agree. This was one hell of a battle between two of SFT’s best.
All of a sudden, Sean Lane’s former assistant Jack runs down the ramp. He pulls a box out of his pocket and tosses it to Sean Lane. Sean Lane looks at the box, looks around the ring and out to the crowd. Brandi James stands in front of him; Damien Sparks stands off to the side. All of a sudden, Sean Lane drops down to one knee. Damien Sparks looks on, knowing what’s coming next. Brandi James looks down at Sean Lane, as she to knows what Sean is about to ask. Sean Lane opens the box and pulls out an engagement ring. Jack slides him a mic. Sean picks it up and looks at Brandi James.
Sean Lane: Brandi, you and I have been through a lot. Whether it was here in SFT or it was somewhere else. I realized these past couple of weeks that I best do this now before somebody else beats me to it. So Brandi James, will you do me the honor of giving me your hand in holy matrimony?
Brandi James’ face has a surprised smile. She looks shocked. Damien Sparks is in the corner hoping that Brandi says no. Sean Lane is on his knee hoping she’ll say yes. As it seems Brandi James is about to answer, Big T stands up with a microphone in his hand.
Big T: STOP EVERYTHING!!! Turn off the microphones in and around the ring!!! Shut off the lights!!!
All the microphones are off. The Thomas and Mack Center is pitch black.
Big T: We’re not going to hear Brandi’s answer tonight. Oh no, instead, we will hear her answer in one week at War Games!! This way, we can build it up and get the ratings of War Games to go over the top. So tune in to Sunday Night War Games next Sunday to hear whether or not Brandi James will accept Sean Lane’s marriage proposal.
“What Up Gangsta” hits as the scene fades to a commercial for SFT merchandise.
We now see the ring crew wrapping the ropes with barbed wire.
RW: They're getting everything set for this hellacious main event.
JC: This should be a violent and bloody match.
RW: Definately since the barbwire's only purpose is to inflict pain.
The lights dim a bit and "Jeremy" by Pearl Jam hits. Moments later, Radiant comes walking out slowly. He looks at the crowd, but he just walks quietly to the ring.
JC: Look at Radiant's face. He's totally concentrated on the match to come.
Radiant enters the ring and waits.
Harvey Vaughn: Ladies and gentleman, this match is scheduled for one fall with no time limit. First... hailing from Royal Oak, Michigan... he is the undisputed number one contender for the Strike Fantasy Towers World Heavyweight Championship... RADIANT!
A good pop from the crowd. "Crack Addict" by Limp Bizkit hits and out comes Switchblade with the World Heavyweight Title firmly around his waist. He enters the ring. He and Radiant have a stare down. Words are exchanged.
Harvey Vaughn: And finally... coming to you from Los Angeles, California... he is the reigning Strike Fantasy Towers World Heavyweight Champion... SWITCHBLADE!
A great pop from the crowd. Switchblade hands the belt to the referee, Adam Brooks. Brooks holds up the title for the crowd to see, signifying it is indeed a title match. Each man retreats to his corner and the bell rings.
RW: And they're off! Sorry, I had to say it.
Radiant wastes no time and rushes towards Switchblade, but Switchblade meets him with a boot to the face. Radiant stumbles and Switchblade meets him with a side kick to the head. Radiant is down. Switchblade climbs the turnbuckle and he dives off with a moonsault. He covers Radiant.
JC: 1... NO!
RW: Switchblade jumped the gun a bit there. It's way too early to be trying for a pin.
JC: Especially in this match.
Switchblade climbs the ropes and goes for a flying headbutt, but Radiant is out of the way and Switchblade eats the mat. Radiant is up and kicks Switchblade in the gut. Switchblade backs goes into the barbwire and he quickly gets away.
RW: Oh... I see red marks on his back now.
Switchblade does a dragon leg whip on Radiant as Radiant tumbles face and body first into the barbwire. He gets tangled up a bit and you can see a few scratches on his head and face.
JC: Here's our first bleeder.
Switchblade uses the barb wire to keep ripping at Radiant's arms and neck.
RW: Switchblade looks blood thirsty.
JC: After what Radiant did to him a few weeks back causing him to lose to Fox, I don't blame him.
Radiant finally gets free and he elbows Switchblade. Radiant does a slingshot suplex on Switchblade, the force on the ropes punctures the skin on Switchblades stomach.
RW: Damn this is gonna be a bloodfest.
Radiant goes for the cover.
JC: 1... 2... NO!
RW: So almost close there.
Radiant locks in a leg lock on Switchblade, then manuevers him into a sleeper hold. The referee does his thing to see if Switchblade is out cold, but on the last hand Switchblade keeps it up. Switchblade begins to elbow Radiant in the ribs until the hold is broken. Switchblade with a Shining Wizard kick on Radiant, then does a steel drop toe hold. He quickly follows that up with a cover.
JC: 1... 2... NO!
RW: And again... almost close.
JC: Yeah. So far this match has been exceptional.
Switchblade now goes on the offensive with a kick in the back of Radiant sending him head first into the barb wire. Radiant bounces back but the damage is done. Blood is all over him now. Switchblade and Radiant brawl for a while going fist for fist. Radiant goes for a superkick, but it doesn't connect squarely. Radiant delivers a spinning powerbomb to Switchblade, which is followed by a cover.
RW: 1... 2... NO!
JC: How many close calls are we going to get tonight?
RW: How the hell did Switchblade kick out of that?
Radiant flies off the ropes with a moonsault, but Switchblade moves out of the way. Switchblade quickly is up and grabs Radiant and hits an Implant DDT, then a full nelson slam. Switchblade covers.
JC: 1... 2... NO!
Switchblade nails Radiant with a few chops to the chest then hits a Diamond Dust.
RW: There's a move you don't see everyday.
Switchblade now executes a jumping piledriver and he again covers.
JC: 1... 2... NO!
RW: Now I have to ask how the hell is Radiant kicking out?
JC: I think Switchblade is getting annoyed now. He's pulled out almost every move from his arsenal.
Switchblade looks at the barbed wire ropes and he has an evil look on his face. He picks Radiant up, lifts him up for a powerbomb, and slams him onto the barbed wire with a neckbreaker.
RW: DEEP CUT!
JC: You're telling me!
RW: No. The move.
JC: Oh yeah. Damn.
With Radiant now on the outside, Switchblade climbs the top turnbuckle and he dives off with a moonsault, but Radiant moves out of the way.
RW: Ouch. Switchblade just smacked the ground pretty hard.
Radiant looks underneath the ring and he pulls out a free roll of barbed wire. As he unwravels it, he wraps it around his own body.
JC: This man is sick.
When he's finished, he helps Switchblade into the ring. Radiant then climbs the turnbuckle and he stops for a second. He then flies off with his "Salt In The Wound" right onto Switchblade.
RW: Oh my God!
Radiant goes for the cover.
JC: 1... 2...
Before a third count can be made, the lights go out. RW: I hate it when this happens.
"Wait and Bleed" by Slipknot begins to play and the fans boo horendously. JC: Booooooo!
RW: Shut up, John.
The lights come back on. Switchblade and Radiant are lying in separate corners. Standing in the middle of the ring are Shadow, Aj Nin Red Rum, Ice, Knife, and Phantom. Aj Nin orders Knife to get Radiant and Phantom to get Switchblade. Both men are brought to the center of the ring. Shadow grabs Switchblade. Ice hands him a microphone.
Shadow: Your sins have finally caught up with you, Switchblade. This is for your involvement in the death of my good friend Legion.
Shadow delivers Switchblade's own "Deep Cut" to him right in the middle of the ring. Aj Nin then grabs Radiant and he picks up the microphone. Aj Nin Red Rum: I'm not sure what this is for, but I'll see you soon... champ.
Aj Nin Red Rum delivers Radiant's "Nirvana" to him. Following that, Aj Nin throws Radiant over Switchblade. Shadow tells Adam Brooks to count.
JC: 1... 2... 3! It's over!
The bell rings.
RW: What a horrible way to win the title.
JC: But at least he won it!
RW: Shut up, John.
Adam Brooks tries to raise Radiant's arm with the title, but Aj Nin kicks his hand away. He then grabs the title from Brooks and he holds it high in the air.
JC: Radiant may be the new SFT Champion, but one of the former champions has his belt.
Aj Nin hands the belt to Ice and she straps it around Aj Nin's waist. Knife and Phantom then carry him out of the ring and up the ramp with Ice following. Shadow stays in the ring. He kneels down by Switchblade.
Shadow: This is far from over.
Shadow quietly leaves the ring and he meets up with the rest of the Dead Pac at the top of the ramp. They all stop and watch the ring for a moment before going backstage. In the ring, Switchblade and Radiant both manage to get up and they look at each other. With smiles, the two men hug.
RW: Aww... how sweet.
JC: If you say so.
RW: Not really.
JC: Oh.
RW: Anyway, what a night we've had. To top it all off, we have a new World Heavyweight Champion!
JC: Though he doesn't have the belt in his possession, Radiant is the new SFT Champion. He has finally reached the top of the mountain.
RW: But with Aj Nin Red Rum's sights set on the title, how long will he be there? Only time will tell.
JC: Right. Anyway, we've had a great night. Sadly, it's time for us to go. I'm John Cartwright...
RW: And I'm Randy White...
JC: Yeah, you know us. Good night, fans.
The show then fades to black.