SFT Presents: Tuesday Night Titans (11/20/2018)

The show begins to open up from a black screen. The words "Strike Fantasy Towers Presents" appears onto the screen before the letters "TNT" appear under the previous words. All is silent but only for a moment. The black screen it begins to give way to a colors that slowly show us the outside view of the "Scheels Arena" on a bright sunny day. We can see fans still coming into the arena.

The sound from inside the arena begins to play through the speakers on your television set. The crowd can be heard methodically chanting "TNT". Then the music begins to play....

The camera pans around the arena and we here the voice of John Cartright over the mic.

JC: Ladies and Gentleman, boys and girls from around the world. We are live here in North Dakota, and welcome to another episode of Tuesday Night Titans.

RW: Number 46 I believe, damn time does fly.

JC: We have a great show in store for you all tonight folks, including a bar room brawl in the main event for the Hardcore title. All that and much more, so grab yourself a beer and settle down as the show get sunder way.

The fans slowly die down as the music fades. Randy then turns to John.

RW: Simple, sweet, much better.

JC: I just stuck with beer because I can't take your moaning this week!

RW: Follow my lead my friend, you'll be a better presenter because of it.

JC: Whatever.....

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

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 Their way toward 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 as he stares Nirvana in the eyes before he climbs through the ropes. The old man Nirvana looks at Robert Saints with an unwavering glare. Robert Saints gloats a bit as he takes off the SFT Intercontinental Title before waving it in Nirvana's face. Nirvana smirks a bit before he slowly nods.

Robert hands his title to the referee and the ref signals for the bell. Nirvana explodes out of his corner trying to closeline Robert but he dunks the attempt before The Viper hits Nirvana with “The Viper Cutter.” Saints pins Nirvana and the referee counts to three!

JC: What the fuck just happened here? Nirvana beat that easily? Maybe he is losing the edge he once had.

RW: I'd guess that he is but lets not take away from Robert Saints dedication to proving that a fourth generation wrestler can strike out of nowhere!?

JC: But really? Against Nirvana who has always been a tough competitor here in SFT and other federations?

RW: Yep, times change John as you already know. We've been in this business for awhile and have seen many old stars fade to nothing. I'd say that's the case with Nirvana as he clearly has been and was a disappointment during his attempt to revive himself. I don't know why he's been so pathetic but it's clear that he "has been".

SFT's Tuesday Night Titans comes back from commercial to see Mya Denton, Emerson and Rumpke. inside an empty bar room. Mya is holding onto her World Title while gazing at Rumpke with an evil set of eyes. Emerson is seen stretching out, getting loosened up for what will likely be a brutal match. Rumpke has his back to both of them as he messes around with the sound system while drinking a bottle of Kentucky Cornshine.

Meanwhile the camera pans around the room filled with tables, chairs and full bottles of alcohol that are laying everywhere. The door opens up and the referee walks in before approaching Rumpke who hands him the SFT Hardcore Title. The referee holds it up to signal that this is for the Hardcore Title. He then lets everyone know that they can begin. Rumpke turns around as the jukebox begins playing “Lift me up” by FFDP.. Rumpke's eyes lock onto Mya Dentons before he begins staggering in her direction. Emerson cuts him off by smashing a bottle over Rumpke's head. Rumpke slings a hook at the side of Emerson's head but it is parried by Super Em. Emerson fires his own hook back at Rumpke which connects. He fires a quick jab which also finds its mark before slinging another hook that is blocked by Rumpke. The Drunken Brawler quickly gives Emerson a shove in hopes of getting him some room to work and while he has space; its only a moment before Emerson jumps back at Rumpke and locks onto The Drunken Brawler's head with a headlock. Meanwhile, Mya Denton comes up to Emerson and hits him with her SFT World Title. The shot briefly stuns Emerson and he lets go of Rumpke.

JC: Why did she do that! Emerson has been standing up for her!

RW: Apparently Mya doesn't need or want Emerson to help her.

She goes to swing at Rumpke who beats her to the punch with a uppercut that connects. Mya falls onto the ground and is stunned. Emerson is red in the face as he watches Mya slowly get up to her feet. Once she does, Super Em spears her into a table. The table is now demolished as Emerson straddles Mya before slamming fists into her face over and over. Rumpke is seen smiling before he takes a long drink from his bottle of Kentucky Cornshine. Meanwhile, Emerson isn't showing any signs of letting up on the SFT World Champion when Rumpke pulls Emerson off of her. In the blink of an eye, Emerson starts punching Rumpke. Both men are trading blows when Rumpke quickly switches it up by kicking Emerson in the balls. The boot seemingly sucks the air out of Emerson as he suddenly begins gasping for air. A split second later, Rumpke grabs a full bottle of alcohol before smashing it over Emerson's head. He's cut open and falls to one knee briefly before exploding through Rumpke with a spear. From there Emerson begins pounding fists onto Rumpke's face, eventually he cuts the Drunken Brawler open but chooses to not stop beating on him. Rumpke does what he can and blocks some of the shots before turning Emerson over onto his back but Emerson uses the same momentum to reverse the situation in order for him to put Rumpke on his back once again.

RW: Dang, I like this mean streak that Emerson is showing!

JC: He couldn't be bringing it out on a more deserving person right now. I'm loving it too!

A chair is smashed over Emerson's head before a roundhouse kick comes right out of nowhere from Mya Denton. The blow stuns the newly discovered Brawler Emerson! She jumps on top of Rumpke and begins putting her fists to his head. He blocks as many shots as he can. Some get through, other's don't yet the bloody smirk doesn't leave his face.

JC: Could you explain this to me Randy..

RW: What's that?

JC: Why does Mya keep stopping Emerson? You'd think she'd watch him beating on Rumpke and laugh...

RW: I don't know, maybe she wants the spotlight for herself?

She connected with her last punch before Rumpke fires back with a fist of his own that nails her in the jaw. Mya's eye's briefly roll into the back of her head before she collapses on top of him.

A one count, followed by a brief two count is all she received before Rumpke literally throws her lightweight off of him. He sits up and makes his way up to his feet as he looks down at Mya Denton before glancing in Emerson's direction to see that the red faced brawler's eyes is locked onto the current SFT Championship who is now starting to work her way up after that vicious hit she received. Rumpke watches Emerson leap at Mya before putting her back on the ground.

RW: Do you get a feeling that Rumpke is playing both Mya Denton and Emerson?

JC: I think Mya Denton should've let Emerson put Rumpke in his place just as he's been doing most of this match.

RW: I don't know John, look at him laughing at both of them.

Rumpke laughs as he watches Emerson splatter Mya's blood all over the walls. Rumpke has a drink before Emerson stops to look at Rumpke who is still drinking with his eyes focused on the ceiling.

RW: What's Emerson thinking!?!

Next thing we know; Emerson bursts towards Rumpke before spearing him through the outter walls of the bar and into the parking lot. The crowd begins chanting yes! Emerson starts pounding on Rumpke once again who doesn't smile but reveals a look of urgency as Super Em connects with one out of three punches before he is flipped to the ground. Being a better technical wrestler; Emerson counters the roll by using the momenteum of the roll to once again put Rumpke on his back; Yet Rumpke find's a tight window to fit in a hard hitting punch that nails Emerson's jaw. The shockwave forces Emerson to collapse on top of Rumpke. The referee counts one before The Drunken Brawler kicks out and shoves Emerson off of him. He makes his way up to his feet before looking at the hole in the wall. It was that moment when Rumpke's eyes glazed over. He quickly made it into the building to see a bloodied Mya Denton who has just made it up to her feet. Both of them let out a snarl as each of them latch onto a weapon. Mya grabs a pool stick which will give her a range advantage over The Drunken Brawler while he grasps onto a full bottle of alcohol.

RW: Who do you have John?

JC: I've got Emerson!

RW: That's a solid bet if he arrives soon enough! Otherwise I'd bet on Rumpke!

JC: Why? Mya is quick and has the ranged factor covered.

RW: Because Rumpke is a bruiser that's proven for years that he's capable of taking hits.

Mya Denton chokes up on the pool stick while she smiles at Rumpke. The Drunken Brawler smirks while he holds and shields his weapon in the ready position. Everything suddenly errupts when Mya swings the pool stick at Rumpke; He parries and shatters the hardened stick with his forearm before firing back and right before Mya felt shattered glass; Emerson once again spears Rumpke out of nowhere!

JC: YES!!!!

Emerson rips the bottle from Rumpke's hand before smashing it over his head. Rumpke is covered in blood yet we hear him say “You mother fucker” before both Emerson and Rumpke once again find themselves rolling around. Emerson gets a punch in as he is able too but the rolling around doesn't stop until they hit the wall. Immediately after; Rumpke fires a shot that hits Emerson the same time that Mya Denton connects with a roundhouse kick to the side of Emerson's head.

Emerson crashes onto Rumpke's body but there isn't even enough time for a one count as The Drunken Brawler jumps right up. Mya Denton throws some jabs at Rumpke's face while dancing around so she presumably wouldn't be an easy target. Yet the whole time she is doing this. Mya continues to back up while her fists bounce off of Rumpke's face. Her efforts seem to have no phase on the man that shows no regards to her slight advances. He continues to move at her while trying to block her shots but the fact is. Mya Denton is a lot quicker than Rumpke who is mostly a heavy hitter.

JC: She's taking it to Rumpke also!

RW: That she is!

Eventually, Mya runs out of space and finds herself pinned between Rumpke and a wall. She valiantly tries to fight on but at this moment; Mya has found herself exactly where she doesn't want to be. Pinned in a corner against one of the hardest hitting strikers in SFT history.

Rumpke goes for an underhanded gut punch but she manages to block it with both of her hands. As she blocks that; Rumpke slams his head into hers and she wavers for only a moment when he connects with not one but two haymakers to the face that sends her falling to the ground. Rumpke pins the World Champion.

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WINNER: RUMPKE

As he gets up, we can hear him say “ Some fucking World Chump you were. Get stepping cupcake. You don't belong here.”

JC: Can you believe his nerve? How could he tell our World Champion that?

RW: I don't doubt what he said at all. As a matter of fact; I'm sure he meant exactly what he said.

JC: Folks, it's been another amazing night here in SFT. But sadly we are now out of time. Make sure you tune in again in two weeks, and until then, good night and god bless...