SFT Presents: Tuesday Night Titans (6/5/2018)

SFT Presents: Tuesday Night Titans (6/5/2018) Jun 4, 2018 15:49:59 GMT -5

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Post by Glenn Owen on Jun 4, 2018 15:49:59 GMT -5

Tuesday 5th June

Live from the Georgia Dome, Atlanta

As the show opens we fade in from a black screen where we get a long areal view of the Georgia Dome in Atlanta.. Although it’s only early evening, the lights around the arena are on full show, and fans are still lining up down the street hoping for any last minute tickets that may be available for tonight’s show.

As we zoom in a little closer, we can hear some chants from inside the arena, and the faint chant of “TNT” can be heard from the thousands of fans inside the arena who are waiting for tonight’s show to start.

Finally we move inside the arena, where everyone is on their feet waving various banners in homage to their favourite superstars. One young lad is holding up a banner saying “Glenn, I miss you”! whilst another older gentleman is holding up a sign saying “Jude, marry us next week!”. After a few more minutes the massive screen above the ring ramp flares into action, and we hear Chris Cornell start to play the Titans theme song.

JC: Coming from the Georgia Dome in Atlanta and broadcasting live around the world, ladies and gentleman, welcome to Tuesday Night Titans! I’m John Cartright, next to me is Randy White, and boy what a show we have in store for us this week.

RW: You’re damn right about that John. Our world champion Louis Cypher goes up against Saint Jude in our main event tonight in a non-title match. But one title we do have on the line is the Hardcore Title, and I’m sure Rumpke has been drinking himself into the zone all week.

JC: That and 2 other matches make this yet another exciting night folks. So settle down with a cold can of beer, and let’s get the show on the road!

The music starts to slowly die down, but it takes all of the fans a good minute before they start to settle back in their seats as they wait for the first match. After a few moments the camera turns to the announcers table.

RW: Well I’ve missed this.

JC: Missed what?

RW: You know, the camera panning over to me and waiting for me to entertain everyone before the night begins!

JC: What on earth are you on about?

RW: What you think the camera is here to record you?

JC: Sorry, I forgot this was the Randy White show and that the rest of us were just bit players.

RW: You’re not bit players, more like….. yeah my supporting cast.

JC: Seriously Randy, you get more loopy as the years go on.

RW: Oh shut up John, you’re just jealous of me because the management here knows I’m a ratings winner!

Suddenly....

“Aqua Tuta” fires up on the PA system, and very quickly from behind the curtain, out comes former SFT World Champion Glenn Owen….

JC: How about you go and tell him you’re a ratings winner!

RW: Whoa, what’s he doing here?

JC: No idea, but this is one hell of a way to kick off titans!

Glenn makes his way to the ring as the fans are screaming all around the arena. As he climbs over the top rope he signals for a microphone. He waits for the fans to quiet down after his music fades away, but it’s a minute before they finally begin chanting his name.

Glenn: It’s been a few weeks, but I must say everyone, it’s great to be back on Titans!

The fans give a huge cheer.

Glenn: Like everyone else I’ve been watching from home, and I must say everyone…..I’ve been disappointed!

The fans give a mix reaction to those words!

RW: Disappointed? What have you done to him John?

JC: Just shut up Randy!

Glenn: Yes Titans has been on the air, and yes matches have happened, and I’ve no doubt some of those guys in the back have even given what constitutes these days as some kind of effort! But where I come from, it’s been, well like I said, I’m disappointed!

RW: Put more effort in John.

JC: Why is it you assume that it’s always me!

RW: Well he’s not talking about me is he?

JC: I think he’s talking about the wrestles Randy.

RW: Na, it’s you, I’m sure of it….

Glenn puts down the microphone for a moment, and knees down whist laying his hand flat on the ring mat. He looks up into the sky before getting to his feet once again before continuing to speak.

Glenn: Like I said a month or so ago folks, it’s time to go back, back to our roots, back to our origins, back to where we once were that made us the force that we became. It’s time to go back to reality…..

RW: Back to reality? Is that a computer game or something…..

JC: You’ve a short memory John.

Glenn: Like really back to Reality. So ladies and gentlemen, tonight I’m here to announce our next PPV. The date….. 30th July 2018, the venue, the Barn Theatre in my home town of Southwick. The crowd capacity…… 98….

RW: What?

JC: Eh?

Glenn: That’s right, I said crowd capacity 98. For one night there will be no bright lights, there will be no glitz or fanfare, there will be no curtains to hide behind, there will be nowhere to run. On 30th July, Strike Fantasy Towers is going…… “Back to Reality”.

Glenn drops to microphone as a large poster appears in full glory on the big screen overlooking the arena. He looks up at it as the crowd begin to cheer, and without his music playing, he starts to walk off up the ramp.

RW: What the hell is happening John?

JC: Use your eyes man for goodness sake. Can you not see what’s up on the screen?

RW: Yeah but, a Barn? A crowd of less than 100! That’s not a PPV

JC: Seems like it is?

RW: But, what about my makeup room, and the costume room, and the bar afterwards? John I don’t understand!

JC: Well I’m not sure I do yet, but I’m sure we’ll find out more later tonight!

The fans are still cheering, yet are all a little bewildered! After a few moments the sign fades and we progress to our first match!

Mr. Amazing vs. Andrew

Standard Match

Both Andrew and Mr. Amazing are in the ring as the bell sounds off.

RW: Not sure what to expect with this match.

Mr. Amazing starts with a running forearm followed by a quick arm take down. Andrew kicks Amazing in the face when suddenly a hooded man with his face covered comes running into the ring and starts attacking them both.

JC: Who is that?

RW: no clue

The ref calls for the bell as the hooded man runs off.

MATCH NEVER STARTED

JC: crazy!

Commercial: Hellfest 1

Jamo vs. Robert Saints vs. Twilight

Triple Threat Match

RW: up next should be quite the match.

JC: Agreed.

Lights goes blackout, Fans use there phone lights as fireflies, Crazy Laughter echos the room then Purple lights up the arena, black smoke covers the arena, Severed limbs throne appeared through the middle of the entrance stage while Jamo is sitting on the throne wearing a hooded jacket, black gloves, Long black pants and black wrestling boots then Jamo gets off his throne and starts walking slowly down the ramp with both arms raised sideways while Jamo is walking then Jamo slides in the ring like edge while Jamo is on the ring mat Jamo revealed himself as lifting his head up then the hooded comes off showing Jamo face as Jamo's eyes are white, face covered with white skeleton paint smiling very scary then slides towards the corner waiting for his next victim.

I will be heard by Hatebreed starts off as Twilight comes out next to a nice pop from the crowd.

RW: Ole Twilight always in the zone.

Line in the Sand by Motorhead plays over the arena as Robert Saints and his wife Kelly Robinson make their way out to the entrance ramp as red pyro hits down the sides of the entrance ramp making it's way towards the ring as Robert Saints and his wife Kelly Robinson now make their way down the entrance ramp to the ring. Robert Saints bounces onto the ring apron and then enters between the top and middle ropes into the ring as Kelly Robinson stands up onto the ring apron and does her trademark split under the bottom rope and then Kelly Robinson exits the ring and waits in her husband's corner as Robert Saints.

RW: this is going to be intense.

All three men are in the ring as the bell sounds off.

RW: Well what have we here?

JC: A battle but not a battle for the IC Title.

RW: Strange dont you think?

JC: Not really, Cypher lost against Robert and didnt lose his title, not fair Robert get put in a match and have his title on the line.

RW: I guess so.

Jamo starts it off with a running double clothesline followed by a curb stomp on Twilight. Robert gets up and is hit instantly by Jamo and a spear! Jamo tries to cover him but Twilight stops it at 1 count. Jamo nails him with a reverse mule kick then a DDT!

JC: Jamo is on fire.

Jamo covers Twilight but at 2 count Robert breaks it up causing the save. Robert patiently waits for Jamo to get up and as he does nails him with a running big boot. He grabbs Jamo an dhits a delayed vertical suplex! Then as twilight approaches Robert catches him with a backhanded cltohesline then a sidewalk slam!

RW: Lookit Robert go!

JC: he is on fire, acting like the true Intercontinental champion!

Robert covers Twilight and the ref counts

1…..

2……...

kickout by Twilight! Robert gets up but Jamo clips his legs from behind as he buckles to the mat! Twilight now up and does a flip up and over clipping Robert in the chin!

RW: Thats crazy! Its like Jackie Chan type stuff.

Twilight gets up as Jamo gets up too we see Twilight nail Jamo with a shining wizard kick!

JC: uh oh!

Twilight covers Jamo and the ref counts

1......

2.......

3!!

WINNER: TWILIGHT

RW: Twilight wins tonight.

Commercial: Hellfest 2

Jackson Kent vs. Rumpke

Hardcore Title Match

Ace of Spades’ by Motorhead plays throughout the arena, as Jackson Kent comes walking out from the back. A huge round of pyros goes off, as Jackson is seen walking through the center.

Announcer: Making his way to the ring From Lawton, Oklahoma, weighing in at 282 lbs, Big Kent” Jackson Kent!

He walks down the rampway making his way to the ring, before climbing the steps. As he stands on the apron, he spreads his arms wide like wings pausing there for a moment with his head lowered. He then steps over the top rope into the ring. Jackson climbs up onto the top rope, and spreads his arms out once more taking in the reaction from the crowd before jumping down and sitting the SFT Intercontinental Title down in the corner.

Suddenly,"Born to raise hell" by Motorhead begins playing throughout the arena. Moments later, Rumpke emerges from behind the curtain with the SFT hardcore title around his waist and two bottles of alcohol in both of his hands. He staggers down the ramp before climbing into the ring. He walks over to his corner while staring at Big Kent who inturn stares at the champ. Rumpke places both of the bottles down in the corner before taking the title off of his waist and hands it to the referee.

JC: Both of these competitors must be Motorhead fans!

RW: The battle of the fans!

JC: Indeed but this is also a battle of champions!

The referee raises the SFT Hardcore Title to signal that it's being defended. The crowd cheers loudly as the referee hands the Hardcore Title to the bell keeper. Moments later the bell rings. Rumpke is seen to be in the corner chugging one of his bottles. Jackson Kent charges at Rumpke. He gets close to the drunken brawler and suddenly the bottle leaves his mouth and Rumpke spits alcohol in Jackson Kents eyes. The burn immediately stops the tall man in his tracks. Seconds later the bottle is shattered over Jackson's head before the short man connects with a series of thunderous haymakers known as "Hangover". Big Kent falls like a cut down tree. Rumpke pins him.

Referee: 1..2..3!

Winner: Rumpke!

JC: WoW! That was fast!

RW: Did you expect anything different? Jackson Kent isn't in Rumpke's league. You wanted to call this a battle of champions but it was one champ beating down the other with ease!

JC: Well, I thought it would've been a battle...

Rumpke gets off of Jackson Kent and pushes him out of the ring before signaling for a microphone. The bellkeeper hands Rumpke the microphone and SFT's Hardcore Title..

Rumpke: Go ahead, everyone boo that fucking snowflake!

The crowd boos loudly at Jackson Kents performance.

Rumpke:Yeah, he had a pathetic performance yet he is suppose to be the best here? He is a champion? These are sad times when SFT has a champion like that... Shape up Jackson Kent. Get over this snowflakery that plagues you or just give up your title. Show SFT some respect...

The crowd errupts in cheers!

Rumpke: Now if ya'll will excuse me; its time for a drink.

Rumpke drops the microphone before grabbing an unopened bottle of booze. Moments later he leaves the ring as "Born to Raise Hell" by Motorhead plays loudly.

Commercial: Hellfest 3

Saint Jude vs. Louis Cypher

Non Title Match

JC: Here we go then Randy, another day, another main event.

RW: Man we have been here a few times down the years. But this match should be a great one.

JC: Indeed, two old timers, both been performing well as of late.

The Beaste in Me hits and Jude just walks to the ring, takes one knee and does a quick prayer. Stands up and is ready to go.

RW: He never changes this guy.

JC: Why would you want him to?

Song plays and Louis Cypher comes out, dressed in all black, white pentagram on his black tshirt, he gets in the ring and just goes to his corner.

RW: Nether does this guy, our world champion Louis Cypher

The ref calls both men into the centre of the ring and has a few words with them. He suddenly orders both men back into their corner and signals for the bell as the match gets underway.

Jude is first out of the blocks and runs right over to Cypher and attempts to elbow him in the back, but Louis moves out of the way and starts to hit with left and right hands as he pounds away at jude in the corner of the ring. Jude then suddenly reversed the situation and gives back just as good as he gets. Cypher then gets in a kick and drags Jude to the centre of the ring. He whips him into the ring ropes and runs behind him to follow through, hitting with a clothesline as Jude returns from the ropes that sends him down hard on the mat. Cypher then starts kicking away as the crowd are on their feet already.

RW: These guys can actually wrestle, but this seems nothing more than a good old fashioned brawl!

Cypher brings Jude to his feet, but Jude gets in a low blow which now sends Cypher to his knees!

RW: JC: Oh my.

RW: That’s gotta hurt!

Jude throws himself into the ropes and on his return hits Cypher with an elbow drop. He quickly goes for the cover….

1……

2…..

Kick out….

JC: That was closer than you think.

RW: You don’t say… I’m sitting right here you know John!

Jude brings Cypher to his feet and starts to hit away at him again. He performs a perfect belly to back suplex, and rather than going for the cover brings Cypher to his feet again and performs the exact same move. Jude again goes for another cover…

1…….

2…….

Kick out!

JC: And that was even closer.

RW: Louis Cypher is the world champion, and although the belt is not on the line tonight, he’s gonna need to take one hell of a beating for him to lose anytime soon.

JC: And it looks like Saint Jude wants to give him that beating.

Jude once again brings Cypher to his feet, but suddenly out of nowhere, Cypher manages to break the hold and get a low blow in of his own!

JC: Damn!

RW: Is this a no holds bared match or something?

JC: It looks like they are going to do whatever the hell they like!

Cypher looks around at the crowd who are now on their feet with an evil look in his eyes, but suddenly everyone’s attention is drawn towards the top of the ring ramp where Jack Jones is now standing!

RW: It’s Jack Jones!

JC: What’s he doing out here?

RW: Come to watch the main event maybe?

JC: Yeah, because that happens all the time doesn’t it!

Jack slowly makes his way down the ramp, but Cypher turns his attention back to Saint Jude. He kicks him a few times and then brings him to his feet and whips him into the ropes, performing a thunderous clothesline upon his return. Jack Jones is now getting closer to the ring as Jude lays in the centre. Cypher makes his way up to the top rope and signals to the crowd. He then launches himself off the top rope and connects with Saint Jude in the centre of the ring. Cypher goes for the cover…

1……

2……

Suddenly like a lightning bolt, Jack Jones comes from seemingly nowhere to smash a chair right into the back of Louis Cypher with a massive crack! The ref waves his hands straight away and calls for the bell.

WINNER: SAINT JUDE

JC: My god!

RW: What the hell!

JC: Jack Jones has just cost Louis Cypher what looked like a certain win!

RW: To say nothing of the carnage, I mean look at them.

Jack Jones throws the chair away and looks down upon both Jude and Cypher, who is now holding is back in severe pain. Jack looks around at the crowd who are giving him a mixed reaction to say the least, but then simple turns around, exits the ring and starts walking back up the ramp!

RW: My my, Cypher is down right now, but I have a feeling he’ll be back up in no time.

JC: And I think I know where his attention is going to be focused.

RW: What has Jack Jones just done?

JC: He’s got Cypher’s attention, of that you can be assured.

RW: There could be hell to pay for this!

JC: Ladies and Gentlemen, we are almost out of time here on what has been another truly remarkable night to say the least. I’m John Cartright, and along with my co-host Randy White, we say Good Night, God Bless…..

RW: And for goodness sake tune in next time to see what the hell happens next.

JC: Goodnight everyone.

The show draws to a close as Jack Exits to the back, and both the main event competitors laying near motionless in the centre of the ring!