 STRIKE FANTASY TOWERS Thursday Night Titans™ Commentators: Randy White and John Cartwright Date: February 2nd, 2012 City and State/Country: Portland, Oregon Arena: Rose Garden Tour: "God Bless America" Tour HELLO EVERYONE and welcome to New Beginnings. We are live in Portland, Oregon, and it's the first Titans since New Beginnings. And...well... JC: DIVINE INTERVENTION FOR LIFE! RW: Yeah, pretty much. D.I. stole the show and won ALL the titles, so very shortly we'll be crowning the new champ- Suddenly, the Barney Theme Song Remix starts playing. JC: Oh no...oh GOD no! Not HIM! The fans cheer as none other than Mr. Fluffy himself comes out from behind the curtain. He's wearing, of all things, a business suit and is holding a microphone in his hand. His song dies down and he soaks in the cheers before speaking. Mr. Fluffy: Why HELLO THERE, boys and girls! A small "Fluffy" chant can be heard. Mr. Fluffy: Now I know you all must be asking "who's that handsome devil in the suit, and what has he done with Mr. Fluffy?" Well I assure you that i'm still the same ol' Fluffernutter that you all have grown to love. You see, due to certain situations that took place at New Beginnings, Director Wilde is no longer part of the company. The fans boos. Mr. Fluffy: I know, I liked that goof ball myself. But here's the thing some of you may not know. I was his lovely assistant throughout the months that he was here. So, since he's now gone, I am officially stepping in as his replacement. That means...HIT IT BOYS!
Mr. Fluffy: Erm..just replace "Charles" with Mr. Fluffy, and you get the idea. Folks, you ain't seen the last of me. And D.I...i'm watching you! Fluffy points his fingers at his eyes, and then points at the camera, then back at his eyes...which turns out to be a mistake because he accidentally pokes one of his eyes. Fluffy heads to the back rubbing his eye. JC: What kind of Hell has been unleashed upon SFT? RW: Erm...a Fluffy one?
Suddenly, the lights in the arena cut out, it is dark and then the strike tron lights up with the words. DIVINE INTERVENTION HAS ARRIVED RW: Speaking of Hell unleashed... All around the arena the fans erupt in a chorus of boos as "Power" By Kanye West begins to play throughout the sound system. The jeering becomes louder as light blue spot lights appear on the entrance ramp whilst four separate ones appear in the ring focusing on each title. (Oh hey Oh hey Oh hey Hey Hey)
I'm living in the 21st century doin' something mean to it JC: Here come Divine Intervention, after an amazing Pay Per View which saw them pick up all the titles in SFT, they control this company now Randy. RW: They sure do John, unfortunately I can't argue with that; they have dominated the competition all around this company.
No one man should have all that power Pyro erupt on the stage shooting off in multiple directions followed by one more explosion on the ramp way and the lights come back on, the fans continue booing as from the back walks Divine Intervention. First out is Alexander Hayes and Lionel Kingston both wearing the new D.I t-shirts. Closely followed by Gary Mac who is wearing a pair of jeans matched off with his own personalized D.I t-shirt with encrusted diamonds, next to him is Ace wearing his own version of the Divine Intervention t-shirt. As Hayes and Lionel slowly walk to the ring followed by Mac and Ace, the four stop turn around and point with their hands to the entrances as Johnny Legend and Miranda step out they receive a round of applause by the four members of D.I JC: There they are, the two people who won the war games match at New Beginnings. RW: This group is taking over the company. They hold the titles, most of the roster, what else do they need?
The system broken, the school's closed, the prison's open After the round of applause and as Miranda and Legend pass by the other four members they all head towards the ring, as they enter Miranda goes to one corner, Mac another and Legend and Ace into separate ones too. Hayes and Lionel stand in the middle as they all hoist their arms up in the air.
No one man should have all that power RW: Gary Mac has claimed they aren't here for a take over, but it doesn't look that way to me. JC: I'll tell you why they're here, Randy. They are here to put the talent back at the forefront of SFT, you should listen to that man he is a God. RW: No matter what he says, he's still as mortal as you or I.
Fuck UVA and the whole Axis All four come down from the corners meet in the middle and all huddle together ignoring the noise from the crowd.
No one man should have all that power With the music cutting off they all come out from their huddle some microphones are slid into the ring and they look at them, nodding between each other, Miranda leans down and sweeps up a microphone. She spends a few moments absorbing the split crowd; most boo and jeer, but a considerable number cheer or focus their attention booing the rest of the audience. She twirls the microphone around her hand, walking the perimeter of the ring as if deep in thought. Miranda R: "Good Evening Portland! I'm sure you're all just desperate to find out how we're planning on divvying up the loot we plundered yesterday night! Yar!" Gesturing to the ramp, Miranda urges someone down from the back. Miranda R: "Bring 'em out, boys!" RW: I've been dreading this moment all week. JC: I have it recording on my DVR! WOOHOO! A line of officials and referees make their way down towards the ring, each one holding a Championship in their arms; World, National, Hardcore and Tag-Team. Miranda motions for the rest of Divine Intervention to lever the ropes apart and welcome the Title Procession into the ring. Miranda R: "Okay, boys - over there and by the ropes! Let's have them all lined up." The officials do as they're told, and cradling each title in their hands, stand by the ropes in front of a hungry-looking Divine Intervention. Miranda R: "Now we come to the good stuff, the orgasm at the end of the ride if you like. Who's going to get what? Let me just take a look at the goods..." Miranda walks the line of referees, bending over and inspecting each Championship as if she were in a car showroom. She pauses before the Hardcore Title. Miranda R: "That does seem more my style, doesn't it?" RW: This is ridiculous. They couldn't have done this in the back? JC: You should feel honored to share a part of history with them, Randy. The cheers from the crowd grow louder. She shakes her head and moves on. Next is the National Championship, which earns itself a scrunch of her nose and another shake of her head. Suddenly Miranda grabs one of the Tag-Team Championships and inspects it with her own hands. Miranda R: "I've never been a Tag-Team Champion..." Shrugging her shoulders, she forcefully shoves the belt back into the referee's chest; forcing him back against the ropes as he struggles for balance. Miranda R: "Guess I never will." Finally, she comes before the official holding the World Championship – her World Championship. She stands silently, expressionless, for several minutes until the crowd begin to grow restless. Without warning, a bright smile splits her lips and she wrenches the Title from the referee's grasp and makes short work of using her arm to send him over the top rope and careening to the floor. Miranda R: "...As if there was really any doubt! Still your World Champion!" Leaning over the top rope, she blows a kiss into the ringside crowd. RW: She was clearly going to pick that the whole time. She just wanted to mess with the fans. JC: I found it to be quite exciting. I wish she could have ALL the titles, but Miranda's too selfless to do such a thing. RW: Bleh... Johnny Legend holds up a mic as Miranda gets off the ropes and walks aside. Legend looks at all the belts. Johnny Legend: "I guess it's my turn?" Going back and forth between the National and Hardcore ... He finally makes his decision. Stopping by the National title, Johnny Legend grabs hold of it and holds his up for the crowd to see. Johnny Legend: "That's right! Johnny Legend is your new National Champion!" RW: Whoopee... JC: It looks so good on him. The crowd boos as Legend circles around the ring and the rest of Divine Intervention with his title in the air. Finally, he stops and holds the mic back up. Johnny Legend: "I bet everyone thought I was gonna pick the Hardcore title, huh?" He pauses for a bit, while looking at the Hardcore title. Johnny Legend: "I was gonna, but then I realized who held that title before hand...Dirk Roman. Yeah, many of you probably already forgot about that blockhead. I wouldn't blame you. The Axis and UVA, which let's face it were always the same stable, up and left because they lost to us." The crowd gives a mixed reaction. Johnny Legend: "I can see some of you are confused. You wondering ... Why would they leave us? Just because they lost a couple ... *looks at Gary and laughs, who laughs back* I'm sorry, they lost all their matches at New Beginnings. Nirvana was the first to leave, which just proves that he is nothing other than the biggest pussy in Strike Towers. Well, aside from Dawn Lenore's.*stops and laughs for a moment* Anyways, I don't want to turn this show into another hour. I'll let someone else talk for a bit. I just want to say ... *holds up National title* I'M NATIONAL CHAMPION, BLOCKHEADS!" RW: Classy...are they REALLY our champions? JC: I know, sometimes I think i'm still dreaming, and I don't wanna wake up! Johnny Legend circles around the ring, once again and high fives the other members of Divine Intervention until he finally stops. Standing inside the ring with Gary Mac, Ace, Legend and the world heavyweight championship, Miranda Reizeger, Hayes looks around at the crowd. Walking over towards Lionel, he pats him on the back. Chants of "Why Hayes why?!" is heard very audibly. Hayes smirks. RW: Now this guy, he's probably the lowest of them all. He betrayed UVA and caused them to crumble just to earn a spot in D.I. JC: Hayes is a brilliant man, Randy. He knew where the money and fame was at, so he jumped off that sinking shipped and joined a REAL group. Hayes: You all want to know why I joined DI? Is that it? You want to know why I joined the most dominate force in SFT history? I don't think you deserve an answer. The crowd boos loudly Hayes: However, to keep things interesting I think I will. Either way, it just show you pious morons how many ignorant people there are in this world. Truly, if I have to explain why then it's already over your heads. The answer is plain and simple. Alex walks over towards a box and picks up one of the championship belts and slings it over his shoulder. He pats the belt and places it back in the box and points to the StrikeTron. The words Chosen Greatness appear in big green letters with a Red H encompassing the words. Hayes: I've done my fair share of paying dues. I've earned everything this company has given to me. It's not only fair, but my God given right to be amongst these gentlemen, and the beautiful Miranda. Harvard has done nothing but preach greatness since my tenure there. You see, many of you can claim to be great, but few are. I am one of those few. In fact, to steal a line from the USMC, "The Chosen Few" You look at us, and what do you see? Exactly that; the chosen few. We're leading SFT into a new age. UVA and Axis are no more. We've single handedly, in one glorious night, destroyed them all. They ran and cowered while we became what we are today hence "The Chosen Few." Crowd: You sold out! You sold out! Hayes (laughing): Sold out? Sold out? Oh how cliché. It just goes to show you how pathetic your lives truly are. Chanting that I sold out will only cause you to realize that in the end, I was right and you were wrong. JC: Hear that? You're wrong! RW: Yeah, I heard. I think the whole city heard his big mouth. Hayes paces back and forth. After a few moments, he gets out of the ring and walks up to a small child. He places a shoulder on him and smiles. Looking over at a camera man, he beckons him.
Hayes: I want everyone to take a good look at this kid right here. He's a nerd and that's what you classify him as. He doesn't let it bother him at school, because how could he? He can't defend himself because he'll get expelled.
Why? It's people like you. It's principals, teachers, jocks and most of all, our media and social media. I joined DI because they don't fit the normal mold. Granted, these guys and woman do enjoy the spotlight, but I can promise you they hate the paparazzi as much as I. It's people like you.
Hayes lets go of the kid and makes his way back to the ring.
Hayes: It's people like you who are the losers in this world. You sit at home on your internet on your social media websites or you find the nearest dirt sheet and dig up any rumor possible. You're the reason I joined DI. The true reason to my success and my greatness. To be surrounded by all this talent in the ring ought to give you morons something to talk about in the future to come.
He walks towards everyone and shakes their hands.
Hayes: Gentlemen and Miranda, it will be my distinct pleasure of working with you to better this company and rid ourselves of people like these fans who know nothing but of ignorance and scrutiny.
Lionel pats Hayes on the back, returning the gesture from before. He takes the microphone from Hayes and walks center of the ring. He places the microphone to his mouth and looks around, boos still echoing from the fans all around.
RW: There's more? We're gonna be here all night if this keeps up!
JC: And i'm okay with that.
Lionel: Settle down, folks, settle. Aside from those behind me, I may be the only person in this ring who still does this for the fan's entertainment. Hayes showed his small distaste for you, but I assure you, I still intend to work day in and day out to improve on my entertainment value for you. So my coming to Divine Intervention wasn't to turn my backs on any of you or destroy the Axis; in truth, they fell at New Beginnings without much of a fight. They all scurried away and from what I hear, left the Towers all together. Good for them.
Lionel notices the boos slowly going away, this makes him grin.
Lionel: Thank you. Now Divine Intervention and I don't see eye to eye, by that, I mean a lot of its members don't like me and I don't like them. We have come to an agreement, I protect Gary Mac as a bodyguard, the rest of it falls under different pretenses. Hayes and I have a score to settle, we both know that and we both know it won't be here. We both won't act on that. Miranda also knows I will come after that World Title one day, but I will work my way up the ranks to do that. Legend and I have a little history and we WILL take it to a best of three one day. He got a win in a botched setting with many different factors, but one on one? I don't think he could hack it.
The fans cheer a little bit.
Lionel: Now to set things straight, I don't hate these guys, but I don't have to like them. All of us, every single one of us know that we will face each other at one point or another and we accept that. So why did I join Divine Intervention? Keep your friends close and your enemies closer. I won't fight with them or against them unless they act first. One thing comes to be though, I will probably face them all once again. I will face them once again. They have my trust, I hope I have theirs.
RW: Well...that wasn't so bad compared to the others.
Lionel shakes his head and tosses the mic backwards, Hayes catching it behind him. He turns to the rest of the stable and lean against the ropes, comfortably looking them down.
As the crowd jeer louder Gary Mac is handed the microphone from Lionel Kingston, he soaks in the reaction from the crowd and returns a smile.
JC: YES! Our God Gary Mac speaks!
RW: Somebody shoot me.
Gary Mac: First let me just wave (Begins waving and smiling) Hi Jeffery, Dawn and Dirk, hope you are all enjoying this from the comfort and safety of your home. (He stops waving) We all know you couldn't cut it with us, you couldn't handle people playing you at your own game and had to run, let us all just be glad you are gone. It saves us from beating you moronic clowns each and every week, enjoy your time away.
Again the crowd erupt they don't like what they are hearing and begin throwing garbage in the ring.
Gary Mac: Now with the Axis and the UVA all gone from SFT and Divine Intervention in full control let us deal with these other championships. (He picks up one half of the tag titles and throws it to Ace) Hey buddy this belongs to you.I guess I will take this other half. (He throws the other tag title over his shoulder) Thank you both, Miranda and Johnny for beating the Great Unwashed last week. Now as for this title. (Picking up the Hardcore title and looking at it) It is really tainted, Dirk never defended...well against someone worthwhile, but Johnny has a title. Miranda has the World title and myself and Ace are the tag team champions.
RW: Thanks, Mr. Obvious.
JC: Shush! Greatness is talking.
The crowd continue throwing things towards the ring as Lionel and Hayes both step forward.
Gary Mac: You see, we as a group where going to just throw this to the side but we have a better idea. The first ever Divine Intervention sanctioned match will take place next week, it will be between. You (Points at Hayes) and also you (Points at Lionel), you both will be competing to see who will be crowned the new Hardcore Champion. I want to see you both give it your all, who knows the loser . . . or the person that doesn't win because in Divine Intervention there are no losers. I want the person who fails to win this title to go on and take the Hybrid title from Ataxia, so next week Lionel Kingston will take on Alexander Hayes for the Hardcore Championship.
Another chorus of boos filters the arena.
Gary Mac: Keep booing you retards, because we still have business to deal with, namely...Evan Corbyn. I know you are back there Evan, probably sitting there proud as punch about sticking that crown on the top of Jeffery Kings head. If I was you, which gladly I'm not, I wouldn't be so proud, you see Hayes turned on you because I extended an invitation to join D.I. So it is my fault you lost out on the War Games match, which Hayes knew with you as his partner wasn't going to happen. So I would like to offer you the main event match of your dreams, for Evan Corbyn to go up against the Specimen of Perfection and not a pedophile.
The mention of Nirvana in that light sends the fans into a frenzy as they try to climb the guard rail only to be taunted by all members of Divine Intervention to step into the ring.
Gary Mac: Step near this fucking ring and we will turn this Rose Garden into a rubbish tip...not like it isn't already. So Evan you have the chance right now to come out at some point and accept my challenge to face me, you can go one on one with Your God, live on TNT next week.
"Dead & Bloated" by the Stone Temple Pilots hits the sound system, and Evan Corbyn steps out onto the stage with a microphone in hand.
RW: FINALLY, someone who's not in D.I.
JC: Did Corbyn get lost in the back? Get him out of here!
Corbyn: Damn Gary, I always knew you thought a lot of yourself, but what makes you so high and mighty? You walk around calling yourself God, and you have five other idiots that seem to believe. It sounds like Gary Mac has formed a cult ladies and gentlemen. Well Gary, I'm not drinking the Kool-Aid. I'm calling you out for the piece of shit that you are. If you really want a shot at me, I'll give you all that you can handle. We'll go the best of three and I'll prove that you're no God.
The fans cheer Evan who smiles towards Gary waiting on his reply, he receives a glare.
Gary Mac: Sure why not Evan? After the first two it will be all over, in favor of ME!!!
Corbyn drops the mic to the stage. A thud followed by a blast of feedback echo throughout the arena. He gives Gary and the rest of DI the middle finger, then turns and walks backstage. Gary stands there looking around for a second and with the Hardcore title in his hands he looks at Lionel then to Legend who is standing beside him. Both Gary and Johnny smashed the Hardcore and National title against each side of Lionel's head. Lionel falls to the mat holding his head as the rest of D.I. laugh at him.
RW: What the hell is this? I thought he was in D.I?!
The fans erupt once more as Gary grabs the microphone.
Gary Mac: And by the way, Lionel...JUST KIDDING! Thanks for the help last week big guy, but consider yourself out of Divine Intervention, Alexander Hayes is now the official Hardcore Champion, so hit our fucking music.
"Power" By Kanye West hits as Miranda, Gary, Johnny, Ace and Hayes all leave the ring laughing as they pass the downed Lionel Kingston.
RW: Normally I would say I can't believe they tricked Kingston like that, but i'm not surprised. These assholes are going to run this company into the ground if this keeps up!
JC: What are you talking about? This is gold, Randy! Gold! Perhaps the greatest moment in SFT history!
RW: Well folks, we have to go to break. When we come back, Kingston has a triple threat match!
JC: I hope he can wrestle with a headache.
The three men are already in the ring as the bell sounds.
RW: We're back, and this match has already started. Earlier D.I. tricked Kingston into thinking he was going to be a member and left him laid out in the ring. Unfortunately for Kingston, his match was first.
JC: He couldn't cut the mustard in D.I., Randy. That's the way it goes.
RW: Well lets see if Kingston can recover as he takes on the newcomer Damian Darkholmes, and Hijo De Sombra.
JC: And lets see if Son of Shadow has what his supposed father has.
The bell rings and Lionel starts it off with a flurry of hard punches on Hijo and Damian. Lionel with an elbow drop on Hijo and as Damian is turning towards him Lionel nails him with a spear!
RW: Lionel in complete control thus far.
Lionel waits for Hijo to get up and shoulder blocks him right into the turnbuckle.
JC: A spear then a shoulder block, how original.
RW: If Lionel hears you..you might be sorry.
Lionel now with a monkey flip from the east turnbuckle and then a shining wizard kick on Hijo.
Damian advances on Lionel but Lionel nails him with a bionic elbow then a big time DDT!
RW: Is this a real match, Lionel is destroying both men.
Lionel picks up Damian and nails him with a tombstone piledriver.
The ref counts 1...2...3!!!
RW: Well that's all she wrote. Doesn't look like the attack did much to stop Kingston from winning.
JC: No kidding. That freak needs to be put down permanently.
RW: Well for once I feel bad for D.I. They just awoke a sleeping giant! When we come back, tag team action!
Winner: Lionel Kingston via Pinfall JC: It's not for the titles, so you people know. Only the best can hope for that. RW: If that's the case, they'll have to fight their own shadows. "We Are One" by 12 Stones hits the loudspeakers as scenes of war, famine, disease, and death flash across the StrikeTron. The words PESTILENCE, WAR, FAMINE, and DEATH flash over each corresponding scene. Josh Konnely walks out first, followed by Kyle Murphy. The crowd boos as half of Revelation makes their way down the aisle, ignoring their response. Josh walks up the ring steps as Kyle steps directly onto the apron. Konnely stands on the middle rope in the corner, outside the ring, as Murphy steps over the top rope. Josh then jumps over the top rope to the canvas from his perch on the second rope. Konnely holds up a "V for victory" while Murphy drops to a knee and raises his fist. RW: I missed seeing these guys in action. JC: Old faces are nice faces so to speak. The lights in the arena dim and fade as a single white light shines on stage. The opening to "Monster" by Kanye West plays slowly over the speakers. "I shoot the lights out..." "Hide 'till it's bright out..." "Woaaaah, just another lonely night..." "Are you willing... to sacrifice your life?" A blue strobe flashes about the entrance area/stage, causing the crowd in attendance to stir in anticipation. The strobe settles in over the entrance. "Gossip, gossip," "Nigga just stop it." "Everybody knows," "I'M A MOTHERFUCKIN' MONSTER." The sound of a glass shattering echoes throughout the arena as we are thrust into darkness. Different shades of blue flash very dimly on stage as the slow opening to "Beautiful Lasers (2 Ways)" by Lupe Fiasco ft. MDMA starts. The blue lights on stage switch to above the ring and a white spotlight moves to center stage as the song gets into full force. "There's only two ways out of here..." "You'll too late, you'll be trapped here forever..." "There's only two ways out of here..." "One's... Through the door... The other's..." "Through me." Ace emerges from the back to a chorus of boos from the hostile crowd. He responds by completely ignoring their jeers. He stares straight at the ring for a moment seeming to psyche himself up. Ace nods and heads down the ramp. He leaps up onto the apron and paces back and forth for a moment, receiving more boos for taking so much time. He scoffs at the morons in attendance, who are unable to appreciate his greatness, then enters through the ropes. The ref inches towards him but a fake punch from the superior Ace sends the ref scurrying away in a hurry. Ace chuckles and awaits the match at hand. JC: The Acidic one is in the ring now. RW: Ace isn't the acidic one. JC: he should be. ~PERFECTION HAS ARRIVED~ (Appears on the tron and then the lights in the arena blackout, a green spotlight begins searching throughout the arena, the fans begin to boo. The spotlight goes faster and faster, the guitar rift can be heard, the spotlight gets even faster then the opening of "Tear Away" By Drowning Pool begins to blare out and the spotlight stops on the entrance way. The Lights stay out as the fans booing become louder.) I'm tearing away Pieces are falling I can't seem to make them stay You run away Faster and faster you can't seem to get away Break Hope there's a reason For questions unanswered I just don't see everything Yes I'm inside you Tell me how does it feel to feel like this Just like I do (Gary Mac then walks out from the back with his black wrestling tights on with green lightning down each side. With the Words The Real Deal inscribed onto the back of it. The fans boo as Mac wears a Black T-Shirt with the words Too Fucking Good inscribed onto the front of it in gold writing. Gary Mac smirks towards the fans and then begins to head towards the ring, walking past the fans and as he does he he spits on one while wiping his forehead and throwing the sweat onto the fans.) I don't care about anyone else but me I don't care about anyone Do I really want this Sometimes I scare myself I just can't let it go Can you believe it Everything happens for reasons I just don't know I don't care about anyone else but me I don't care about anyone I don't care about anyone else but me I don't care about anyone or anything but me God damn I love me I don't care about anyone else but me I don't care about anyone I don't care about anyone else but me I don't care about anyone or anything I don't care about anyone else but me I don't care about anyone (Mac reaches the ring and he leaps up onto the ring apron. Gary turns around and poses for the fans, then he leaps over the top rope and lands on his feet. Mac then takes of his T-Shirt and climbs the nearest turnbuckle. Mac poses once more before throwing the T-Shirt into the crowd and then he jumps down and waits on his opponent.) JC: They are in the ring as the bell rings. Ace and Kyle start it off. Ace with a quick lariat followed up by a rolling armbar. Ace now with a Sambo suplex. He tries for a cover but only gets a 2 count. RW: Ace should know it wont end that quickly. JC: You gotta try though. Ace stands up Kyle and with a quick forward motion hits a Russian leg sweep, driving Kyle's face into the mat. RW: Kyle just got Wildcarded! Ace covers and the ref counts 1...2...broken up by Josh! Ace tags in Gary who flies off the turnbuckle with a clothesline almost taking off Josh's head. Gary wastes no time picks up Jiosh climbs the turnbuckle and flies off with a top rope german suplex! Gary sets up up and nails his Total Destruction as the ref counts 1...2...3! RW: Well that was shorter than I hoped. JC: Short and sweet, that's how D.I. does it! RW: I sense a pattern tonight. When we get back, former partners collide as Alexander Hayes takes on Evan Corbyn. Stay tuned! Winner: Gary Mac and Ace via Pinfall Singles Match
We come back to Evan Corbyn and Alexander Hayes in the ring together already. The referee checks the two and gives them the rules, then he asks for the bell to start the match. Evan Corbyn and Alexander Hayes lock up. Alexander slides his arms down, breaking the lockup and tripping Evan Corbyn up a bit. Alexander quickly puts Evan into a headlock. Hayes applies more pressure, but Evan lifts Hayes up and drops him down on his back, thus breaking the hold.
Corbyn gets to his feet and starts to stomp on Hayes before he picks him up. Evan picks Hayes up to his feet and tosses him into the ropes. When Hayes comes back he is met with a powerful closeline by Evan Corbyn that flips him in the air and to the ground. Evan grabs Hayes by the legs and puts him into a figure-four leglock.
Randy White: Evan really wants revenge on Hayes who stabbed UVA in the back at New Beginnings.
John Cartwright: Hey! He made the right choice! Divine Intervention is God!
Hayes screams in pain while Corbyn applies more pressure to his legs. Hayes tries to reach for the ropes but is too far away. With nothing left, Hayes tries his last opition and attempts to punch Corbyn in the face. He misses the first, but finally lands a second on Corbyn which makes him a little daze but doesn't break the lock yet. A few more and Evan decides to break the hold and roll away from Hayes.
Randy White: Great job on Hayes for breaking that leglock.
Hayes gets to his feet and walks over to Corbyn. He attempts to pick Corbyn up, but Corbyn pushes Hayes away and quickly gets to his feet to spear Hayes to the ground. While on top of Hayes, Corbyn unleashes a flurry of punches that only the referee can break up. The referee moves Corbyn away from Hayes, giving him time to regain himself.
John Cartwright: Damn right! He better break that illegal ... punching.
Randy White: Quit sucking up to DI.
With help from the ropes, Hayes makes it to his feet. Evan Corbyn walks over and grabs Hayes from behind to put him into a German suplex. Hayes rolls towards the corner turnbuckles, while Corbyn gets to his feet and follows after. He picks Hayes up, but Hayes knees Corbyn in the gut and plants a DDT on him. Hayes quickly goes for the pin.
1! 2! KICKOUT!
Hayes gets to his feet and drags Corbyn to the middle of the ring. He rushes over to the corner and climbs the ropes. Hayes jumps off and lands a frog splash on Corbyn right into the pin.
1! KICKOUT!
Hayes starts to yell at the referee, thinking he was counting slowly. Hayes gives up on yelling at the ref and turns his attention back to Corbyn. He picks Corbyn up and tosses him into the corner. Hayes rushes over and attempts to land a flying bodysplash, but Corbyn drops to the ground and quickly rolls out of the ring, while Hayes lands face first in the corner turnbuckle.
Randy White: Smart move by Evan Corbyn on that one.
Corbyn slides into the ring and waits for Hayes to get to his feet. Once Hayes does, Corbyn lands a superkick on Hayes and quickly goes for the cover.
1! 2! KICKOUT!
Hayes rolls out of the ring and waves the pain off. Hayes climbs the side of the ring and slowly gets in. The two lock up again, but Corbyn knees Hayes in the gut and puts him into a suplex. Corbyn gets to his feet and taunts Hayes while he is holding his back. Corbyn picks Hayes up and attempts another suplex, but Hayes elbows Corbyn in the side. He goes for the Side Effect, but Corbyn manages to shove Hayes into a nearby turnbuckle. Hayes stumbles forward allowing Evan to kick him in the gut and drop him with another snap DDT. Corbyn goes to pick up Hayes for his finishing move, but Hayes manages to catch Evan with a small package. While the referee counts, Hayes grabs the bottom rope for support.
1! 2! 3!
John Cartwright: Yes! Divine Intervention strikes again!
Randy White: Damn it! Hayes cheated himself into a win!
John Cartwright: It's not cheating if you don't get caught, Randy.
Robyn: Ladies and gentlemen, your winner...ALEXANDER HAYES!
Both Hayes and Evan get to their feet. Hayes exits the ring quickly so he can retreat without further injury. Evan goes after him wanting revenge for the cheap victory.
Winner: Alexander Hayes via Pinfall RW: It's the DI! Johnny Legend and Ace rush into the ring. Corbyn hits Legend, but gets hit in the face by a wild punch from Kingston. Alexander Hayes, Johnny Legend, and Ace overwhelm Corbyn pummeling him to the mat. The three members of D.I. start stomping on him. RW: That's three on one! Someone needs to stop this. JC: Who? Who is going to stop the most dominant stable in the world of prof... Michelle enters the ring with a steel chair. She swings at Ace and grazes him in the shoulder. Ace turns his attention to Michelle as the other two DI members continue to pound away on Corbyn. Michelle backs away holding the chair up in front of her for protection. Ace grabs Michelle. RW: Get out of there Michelle! JC: It's her own fault she hit him first. Out of the crowd comes the cavalry in the form of the most unlikely person ever. Ataxia! He slides into the ring. He yells and Ace turns only to get hit with a dropkick to the nuts! Michelle drops the chair and slides out of the ring and out of harms way. Ataxia picks up the chair. He charges at Hayes who turns. He swings, cracking Hayes in the skull. RW: The Messiah Pariah has come to help Evan Corbyn and Michelle! JC: This isn't his fight! Get out of there you bag wearing freak! Legend turns and tackles Ataxia causing him to drop the chair. Legend gets atop of Ataxia and starts bashing his head into the mat. Ataxia rolls him over and the two start trading punches. Corbyn slowly climbs to his feet as Legend and Ataxia brawl. Corbyn grabs the chair and slams it into the side of Legend's face. Corbyn attacks Legend with a barrage of punches and kicks, knocking him out of the ring. RW: That's all that was needed to tip the scale. Now it's almost an even fight. Corbyn guards one side of the ring and Ataxia guards the other as Michelle slides in and Divine Intervention gathers themselves on the outside. Corbyn backs into the center ring daring Divine Intervention to re-enter the ring, he bumps into Ataxia who turns, and readies for a fight. The two men stare each other down, as DI regroup and make their way to the locker room. Corbyn signals to Michelle and Ataxia starts looking back and forth between them thinking he is about to be attacked. RW: This could erupt into another brawl! JC: Yes! Kill each other! Instead, Michelle tosses Corbyn a black t-shirt. Corbyn unrolls the shirt, revealing the Dead Pac logo on the front, and presents it to Ataxia. Ataxia looks Corbyn over, and then turns to Michelle for reassurance. She nods. Ataxia smiles that insane grin and puts on the shirt! RW: No. This means... JC: WHAT?! RW: The return of The Deadpac! The two men shake hands forming a team against the ever-growing Divine Intervention. Ataxia laughs maniacally as Corbyn starts to get a little nervous. Michelle puts her hand on Corbyn's shoulder. Ataxia walks over to Michelle and gives her a big hug. JC: Ugh. This love fest is gonna make me puke.
RW: Would it help if I cut to break? JC: Please. RW: We'll be right back with our main event! Ataxia vs. Johnny Legend
RW: And folks, as crazy as this night has been so far, we still have our main event match to get through.
JC: Ataxia takes on the NEW SFT National Champion Johnny Legend inside a steel cage, and I hope he gets what's coming to him after what just took place!
RW: We're all well aware that he's the National Champion, John.
JC: I know, I just love the look on your face whenever I mention him as the NEW SFT National Champion!
RW: Ugh...can we just get to the match already? All this D.I. worship is making me sick to my stomach.
JC: D.I for life, baby!
The camera cuts to the ring. The steel cage lowers down to the ring.
Robyn: Ladies and gentlemen, the following is your main event of the evening, and it is a non-title steel cage match!
"Die! Die! Die, my darling. Don't utter a single word..."
As the familiar Metallica song comes over the PA out of the back coming to the ring at a full tilt is Ataxia. "The Messiah Pariah" ignores the fans and runs up the ring steps, entering through the cage door.
Robyn: Making his way to the ring, from an undisclosed location and weighing in at 215 pounds, he is "The Messiah Pariah"...ATAXIA!
Ataxia holds out his arms in a mock bow and awaits his opponent all the while laughing maniacally.
JC: Humph...it seems some things never change. He's still laughing away like an idiot.
RW: Well if what occurred earlier tonight is any indication, Ataxia has changed along with Corbyn to form the potential return of the Dea-
JC: Don't even SAY that name, Randy! That stable died a long time ago, and I won't have you sully the good name of Divine Intervention!
RW: Did you not see the shirt Ataxia was wearing? Wasn't it obvious?!
JC: LALALALA! I'm not listening! LALALALA!
RW: Always the professional.
Robyn: And his opponent...
"Miseria Cantare" by AFI softly creeps into the arena. The crowd stands on their feet, awaiting the sign of Johnny Legend. On the StrikeTron, we see Legend's head titled downwards as the song continues. Slowly, the head comes up to show Legends' face as the song kicks in. "Legend" flashes in-front of his face, as golden fireworks go off near the top of the ramp.
Robyn: From Detroit Michigan, weighing in at 250 pounds, he is the NEW SFT National Champion...JOHNNY LEGEND!
Johnny Legend comes walking out from the back, the National title on his shoulder. A smirk is plastered across his face, as he poses for the crowd. The crowd boos, and Johnny Legend starts to walk down the ramp. Not paying attention to the fans, he continues as some fans give him middle fingers and shouting unkind words at him. He walks up the stairs and hands an official his new title before stepping inside the cage.
RW: It was only last week that both Ataxia and Legend took part in the big War Games match at New Beginnings, and that took place in a similar environment to this one. I don't know if their bodies can take another trial in the cage.
JC: Well luckily for Legend, he didn't have to endure nearly as much punishment as Ataxia did. Unlike most of those goofballs in the back, he uses his brain along with his athleticism. He's going to be in perfect condition while Ataxia still has nagging injuries to overcome.
RW: We've seen Ataxia face bigger odds in the past, and he may very well do it again here tonight. As both men go face to face, we can see referee Sean Whitcomb standing outside the ring, and he's ready to sound the bed. Here we go!
The bell sounds. Legend and Ataxia lock up right away, and Legend is first on the attack with a knee to the gut. He takes Ataxia down with a snapmare and applies a chin lock. Ataxia is able to get to his feet fast enough, and a couple elbows to the ribs are enough to shove Legend off of him. Ataxia grabs Legend and whips him into the ropes. Legend counters and sends Legend bouncing off them. Johnny ducks for a back body drop, but Ataxia scores a kick to the face that causes him to stumble back. Ataxia grabs Legend by the back of his head and drives him face first into the steel. Legend falls to the mat holding his face while Ataxia stands over him, laughing with delight as he gets on top and applies a camel clutch submission. Ataxia grabs Legend's face and pulls at his eyes, nose and mouth with his fingers, trying his best to make Legend willing to give up. But Johnny wasn't in the Hall of Fame for nothing, and his high endurance allowed him to slowly climbs back up to his feet and ram Ataxia into a turnbuckle. Legend turns around and starts driving his shoulder into Ataxia's rib cage. After three good hits Legend climbs up on top of his opponent and starts up a ten punch. He only reaches five before Ataxia grabs Legend's legs, pulls him away from the turnbuckle, and drops him face first on the top turnbuckle pad.
RW: And that slam could have broken Legend's nose right there!
JC: No way, his bones are far superior to most humans and it's virtually impossible to break any of them. He told me this himself, and he would never lie to me.
RW: You DO know that the nose is mostly cartilage, not bone, right?
JC: ...OH GOD! JOHNNY!
Ataxia grabs Legend and gets him to his feet, but Legend takes the easy way out and gives Ataxia a thumb into the eye-hole. While blinded, Legend grabs his opponent from behind and hits an atomic drop. He then runs the ropes and connects with a running clothesline that flips Ataxia 180 degrees. Legend, seeing that now's his moment to escape, grabs the cage wall and climbs up. He only gets halfway up before Ataxia is at his feet. Ataxia runs over to Legend and grabs him by the back of his tights. Johnny kicks him away, but Ataxia manages to grab his foot and pull him off the cage wall. Legend once again lands on his face. It's not going to get much better for him as Ataxia runs the ropes and hits him with a shining wizard kick to the jaw. Ataxia makes his way over to the nearest turnbuckle and climbs to the top. When he gets there, he waits for Legend to get back up. He leaps off and goes for a spinning roundhouse kick, but Legend ducks the kick in time. Ataxia lands on his feet, but his reflexes aren't quick enough to stop Johnny from grabbing the back of his head and dropping him with an inverted DDT. Legend lifts Ataxia up and places him between his legs. He then lifts his opponent up and drives him down on the mat with a piledriver. Johnny gets up and takes a moment to taunt the fans who boo the new National Champion ferociously. Legend soaks it all in before heading to the cage door.
JC: This is it. He's going to make it!
Legend tells Whitcomb to open the door. He does, and Johnny sticks one foot out the door, but pauses to soak in some more heat, a big smirk on his face.
RW: He's taking way too long. He should leave now while he still can.
JC: Legend is simply taking the time to allow his fans the honor of seeing him live. Is that so wrong?
Legend finishes up and goes to leave when suddenly, Ataxia comes charging in and bashes him against the side of the cage door.
JC: AH! Get out of there, Johnny!
RW: You see what happens when you waste time?
Ataxia grabs the cage door, pulls it towards him, and slams it against Legend's head. Legend falls back into the ring while holding the top of his head. Ataxia picks him up, and with all the strength he can muster he hurls Legend face first into the cage wall. Johnny stumbles backwards into the awaiting arms of Ataxia who grabs him from behind, turns towards a turnbuckle, and German suplexes Legend into the turnbuckle's post. His neck awkwardly snaps back as the fans gasp at the severity of the hit.
RW: And Ataxia just gave Johnny the worst case of whiplash i've ever seen.
JC: That should be a disqualification, Randy! Somebody get Legend a masseuse!
Ataxia feels more pumped up as the fans start cheering him on. Legend holds the back of his neck as he tries to get back up, but Ataxia doesn't give him the chance as he dropkicks Legend into the turnbuckle face first. He then runs up Legend's back, jumps, and grabs hold of the cage wall. He starts climbing up and Legend, upon noticing, climbs up after him. Ataxia makes it to the top of the cage first, but Legend's not too far behind.
RW: And here we go, both men are neck and neck at the top. Who's going to go over?
JC: I can't look! Tell me when it's over!
RW: I can see you looking through your fingers.
Ataxia tries to go down the other side of the cage, but Legend manages to grab his arm before he can do so. Ataxia tries punching him off, but Legend is proving to be more resilient than he thought. Legend is now at the top with Ataxia, and the two start trading punches with one another. Back and forth, back and forth, with the fans cheering and booing respectively. Soon Legend has the upper hand, and his powers are causing Ataxia to lose more and more of his grip on the cage. Legend grabs Ataxia by the head and slams his face on the top bar of the cage. Legend grabs Ataxia's arm and drapes it over his shoulder. The fans are on their seats as they expect a big move to be executed.
RW: No way! A superplex from THAT height!
JC: YES! Do it Johnny! Send him away with the rest of those freaks!
Legend goes for a lift, but Ataxia grabs the cage wall to avoid it. Legend tries again, but once more Ataxia grabs the cage. Suddenly, Ataxia slaps Legend's arm away and drives a headbutt into his already injured nose. Legend grabs his face, and it gives Ataxia enough time to take his right leg and deliver a side kick to the head. Legend falls to his right, and it causes him to fall off the cage and land stomach first onto the ring ropes. The crowd cheers as Ataxia catches his breath and starts climbing down the cage.
RW: He's gonna make it!
JC: Wait, look!
Legend, to his credit, is still moving after such a fall, and with one arm holding his stomach, he screams for the cage door to open. Whitcomb does so while also checking on Ataxia's status. Legend crawls his way over to the door while Ataxia slowly climbs down.
RW: It's gonna be neck and neck with these two!
JC: Go, Johnny! GO!
Legend reaches the edge of the door while Ataxia is past the halfway point of the cage. Legend sticks his head out and slips down the ring steps. Ataxia climbs down a few more inches. Second later, Legend has one foot on the ground, but before he can drop the second one Ataxia falls off the wall and lands on both feet. Whitcomb catches it and calls for the bell as Legend gets both feet out.
JC: HE DID IT! LEGEND WINS!
RW: Wait, what? Did he?
JC: Damn right he did!
Legend holds his arms up to celebrate, but Whitcomb waves his arms and goes over to Robyn to tell her something.
RW: We'll have to catch the instant replay on that, but it looks like the referee is giving Ataxia the win here.
An instant replay is shown of both wrestlers escaping the cage at the same time. Ataxia manages to land on both feet while Legend just has one foot on the mat.
JC: There, you see? Legend won!
RW: What? Ataxia won, both feet touched the mat.
JC: Johnny was clearly outside first, and I will fight that in court if I have to!
Robyn nods and gives the result.
Robyn: Ladies and gentlemen, your winner....ATAXIA!
JC: WHAT?! NO! Legend was screwed, Randy!
RW: It's the referee's call, John. Legend may have been out first, but clearly both of Ataxia's feet touched the ground first.
JC: I don't care what Robyn says, Legend won this one!
RW: Luckily you're no SFT official.
Winner: Ataxia via Escaping the Cage
JC: Yeah run coward!
Legend rushes over the ring barricade after Ataxia. He stops. He starts running back to the barricade. The camera focuses on what made him turn...There are five Ataxia's!
Ataxia: Hey dumbass!
The StrikeTron comes to life. We see Ataxia in a pre-recorded segment. The lights go down.
Ataxia: You still don't get it do you. You hide behind your mask. Mine is one others can pick up. Tell me...What are you going to do...
The lights come back up and every man, woman, and child is wearing a Ataxia mask. Legend looks freaked out by this.
RW: Okay...I'm officially creeped out.
JC: AHHHH. No. Not more of them.
Ataxia: When you face my army! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA...Tell the D.I. that their time is coming to an end. This is just the beginning. We are united. We are in control. And you should just get use to it because...
Crowd: Even when I lose I still win! Even when I lose I still win! Even when I lose I still win!
RW: It looks to me like Ataxia's fight with D.I. isn't over yet!
JC: He'll pay, Randy! Mark my words!
The camera fade to black as we see this scary image of all of the Ataxia's chanting.
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