Post by Joey on Nov 5, 2019 17:40:25 GMT -5
We hear a loud ticking like that of clock, the lights dim, and Metallica appears on an elevated stage and start to sing “Am I Evil?”
RW: Uh wow
JC: Harold must be raking in money hand over fist if he can afford this.
RW: We should ask for a raise.
JC: agreed.
As the song comes to an end the crowd are on their feet on the opposite side of the arena we see a man come out with a black hood over his head.
RW: Who is that?
Spotlight lands on him and he takes off the hood.
JC: That’s, that's Reaper!
RW: Reaper is back in SFT!
JC: Its true what they say, no rest for the wicked.
Reaper smiles and puts up the mic and says “ I’m back!” Reaper drops the mic as he walks away and the crowd erupt in both cheers and boos.
RW: Even after all this time fans are still divided on him.
Lets get to our first match of the night which is
Jackson Kent vs. Redd vs. Jack Jones (triple threat match)
All three men are in the ring as the bell sounds off. But before they can each take a step, Jackson exits the ring. Jack Jones exits the ring.
RW: What the hell?
Jackson is greeted by his wife as they go backstage together.
JC: uh?
RW: I think Jackson has better things to do tonight. And as far as Jack, fighting Redd would be like facing a Mastodon whose a friend. Not a good thing to do.
Match ruled a no contest
Emerson vs Rumpke
(Bar Room Brawl for the Hardcore Title)
The camera cuts to the American Outlaw's Bar where we see Emerson sitting at the bar drinking a soda while Rumpke is messing with the jukebox. After he gets the playlist set, he turns around and grabs a bottle of Crown Royal while walking towards Emerson who is still sitting at the bar while waiting for the referee to signal the beginning of the match. Rumpke clings his bottle on Emerson's soda before saying.
Rumpke: Cheers Emerson, good luck man.
Emerson nods at Rumpke as a door leading to outside of the establishment opens. A referee walks in with Cassandra right be hind him. The referee takes off his coat while Cassandra leaves hers on. In one hand she holds onto the SFT Hardcore title while in the other is the SFT Intercontinental Title. She tosses the SFT Hardcore Title onto the bar before saying.
Cassandra: I was told to bring this here. The winner of this match will become the Hardcore Champion. Now if you'll excuse me, I've got a match to prepare for.
Cassandra walks out of the door, clearly on her way back to the arena. The referee looks at Emerson and Rumpke before asking.
Referee: Are you guys ready to go? I've been notified that this match will be going live soon.
Both Emerson and Rumpke nod. Rumpke begins chugging his bottle. Emerson shrugs his shoulders before taking a drink of his soda as Randy White begins talking over the television inside the bar.
RW: Our next match ladies and gentlemen will be a Bar Room Brawl with Rumpke trying to defend his home turf against a capable challenger, Emerson!
The crowd can be heard cheering loudly over the television as the referee signals for the fight to begin. Emerson's eyes lock onto Rumpke's and vice versa. Emerson fakes a punch but Rumpke doesn't flinch. Rumpke takes his eyes off of Emerson to grab a bottle and that was exactly the opening Emerson needed to tackle the drunk to the ground. Emerson grabs Rumpke's arm and applies an arm bar. Rumpke yells out in pain as he positions his body to where he's on his knees. Emerson tries to pull on Rumpke's arm again but the drunken brawler grabs onto his other arm with his free hand before pulls on Rumpke's arm again but he's not able to hurt the drunk given the position both of their bodies are in. Rumpke positions his feet onto the ground and lets out a yell as he picks Emerson up before slamming him through a table. The crowd can be heard cheering over the sound system.
JC: Wow what a counter by Rumpke!
RW: Yeah it was and Emerson needs to quickly change his game plan. This isn't a match type that favors wrestling!
Rumpke grabs Emerson and pulls him up before latching onto his hand. Rumpke winds up and slings Emerson at the bar but Emerson reverses it and sends Rumpke flying into the bar. Emerson charges at Rumpke and goes for a closeline but Rumpke kneels down and flips the man over the bar. Rumpke grabs a bottle of Jim Beam and breaks the bottle over the bar before he walks around behind the bar. Out of no where Emerson spears Rumpke to the ground. Emerson, red in the face grabs Rumpke by the head and bashes it into the concrete floor a few times before picking up the broken bottle that Rumpke had dropped. Emerson looks at it for a moment and then back down at Rumpke who's laying there with blood all over his head.
JC: Emerson looks as if he's possessed!
RW: That's the only way to be when you're in this kind of match.
Emerson goes to stab Rumpke in the face with the jagged edge of the bottle but Rumpke parries the attempt before slamming his fingers into Emerson's eyes! Buying him some time, Rumpke throws Emerson off of him and gets back up to his feet while he grasps the back of his head where he got busted open on the concrete floor. Rumpke quickly kicks Emerson in the face while he's still trying to regain his vision. The drunk then bends over to lightly smack Emerson upside the head and says.
Rumpke: Come on Emerson, I barely got you in the eyes! Get up!
The drunken brawler backs up and grabs another full bottle of liquor off the table as Emerson begins to push himself up. Rumpke has the time to open the bottle and take another drink but he doesn't stop with one drink. He keeps going until a pool stick gets busted over his face courtesy of Emerson! Rumpke staggers to one knee when Emerson follows up by smashing a beer bottle across the drunks face. Shards of glass cut his face open and also embed into his skin! Rumpke flops onto the table while he tries to pull the glass out of his face. Emerson grabs Rumpke's shoulders.
RW: Yes! Get him Emerson!
Emerson drives a knee into Rumpke's spine and the drunk falls forward, busting his chin onto a table. Rumpke falls onto the floor and Emerson goes for a pin.
Referee: 1..2 Kickout!
Emerson grabs Rumpke and goes to pull the drunk up to his feet when Rumpke hits Emerson with a sudden low blow. Rumpke gets up to his feet before grabbing Emerson by the back of the head and nailing Emerson in the face with "Last Call". Rumpke goes for the pin but before the referee can count one, Rumpke smiles as pulls Emerson's head up to break the count.
RW: Whats that asshole going to do now, why not go for the pin!?
Rumpke gets back up to his feet and pulls Emerson up to his feet as well when Emerson hits Rumpke with a falling jawbreaker out of nowhere! Rumpke staggers back while Emerson gets up and advances in Rumpke's direction. He swings a right hook at Rumpke but it's parried by Rumpke's left arm before he quickly returns fire with a quick right hook of his own that finds its mark on the side of Emerson's face. Emerson stumbles onto a table that he uses to hold himself up. Rumpke grabs a beer bottle before coming at Emerson, he swings but it's blocked by Emerson who follows up with a kick to Rumpke's knee. The drunk limps away briefly but Emerson is right on top of him, he grabs Rumpke's head and slams his face into the bar once before Rumpke manages to hit Emerson with another low blow. Emerson buckles over in pain while a blood covered Rumpke rests on the bar for a moment. Both men take a brief moment to recover and it's Emerson that makes the first move by rolling Rumpke up into a pin.
Referee: 1..2. Kickout!
Both men lay there for a moment and it's Emerson that begins moving first which causes Rumpke to also work on pushing himself back up to his feet.
JC: Rumpke has lost a lot of blood today, I'm surprised that he can still move!
Emerson and Rumpke make it up at about the same time. Rumpke quickly fires a series of three haymakers at Emerson, and he crashes to the floor as does Rumpke who falls on top of Emerson.
Referee: 1..2..3!
Winner: Rumpke
Moments later, Rumpke gets up off of Emerson and grabs onto the man before pulling him up to his feet. The drunk helps Emerson over to a chair and helps him sit down while patting him on the back and says.
Rumpke: Thanks for the good match Emerson.
Emerson nods at the bloody Rumpke and offers his hand. Rumpke shakes it before grabbing a bottle of liquor and the SFT Hardcore Title; He then staggers out of the trashed bar.
Robert Saints vs. Cassandra
(Non Title Match)
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 waits for his opponent to come out.
RW: Hopefully Robert Saints is going to bring his A game tonight against Cassandra, she's tough as nails!
JC: No doubt about it!
"Larger Than Life" by Backstreet Boys hits the arena. Cassandra comes walking onto the stage wearing shiny black tights and a dark red short sleeve top. She heads down the ramp with a slight smile on her face. She slides into the ring and stands there looking out at the fans. She jumps up and down a few times to warm up for the match with a confident expression.
The referee signals for the bell to ring and Cassandra comes bursting out of her corner to nail Robert Saints with Final Destiny! She pins him.
Referee: 1..2..3
Winner: Cassandra via pinfall
RW: Our Intercontinental champion made quick work out of Robert Saints.
JC: Yeah, he didn't stand a chance.
RW: No he didn't hopefully Robert can get his act together soon. Wait, what's Cassandra doing.
Cassandra starts smacking Robert Saints across the face while he lays there. Security swarms the ring to pull Cassandra off of Robert. You can hear her yell.
Cassandra: Get your act together Robert!!
She manages to slip free of their grasps and runs over there to kick Robert in the ass while he was trying to get back up. Once again, security grabs Cassandra and isolates her in a corner away from Robert Saints. The referee gives her, the SFT Intercontinental title and she calms down enough to leave the ring. Fans cheer loudly for Cassandra as she walks back up the ramp and into the back.
RW: And so we come to the main event.
Louis Cypher vs. Twilight (non title match)
Cypher’s song hits as he makes his way down to the ring. Next we see Twilight make his way down to the ring.
RW: Here we go.
They stand toe to toe as the bell sounds off with Cypher hitting an elbow on Twilight then a quick roundhouse kick!
Cypher grins a maniacal smile. Twilight sweeps the legs and punches Cyper in the face. Cypher gets up still with that weird grin on his face.
JC: his own take on the joker.
RW: Creepier I’d say.
They lock up again this time Cypher wins the test of strength till Twilight knees him in the gut! Twilight with a DDT! He rolls him over and covers him the ref counts 1………...2………...kickout!
RW: close one!
Twilight is up and flies off the top turnbuckle with a headbutt but Cypher lifts up leg and catches Twilight right in the face!
JC: ouchy!
RW: big time ouchy.
The lights are extra bright after a hit like that. Cypher gets up and covers Twilight as the ref counts 1………….2………..kickout!
The grin on Cypher’s face is back as he nails him with a running rolling knee! Cypher picks up Twilight and nails him with a sit down powerbomb!
JC: yes!
Cypher still grinning as he rolls Twilight over and covers him the ref counts 1………...2…………..kickout!
Cypher’s grin disappears.
RW: cypher cant believe it!
Twilight slowly gets up and spears Cypher into the corner as he hits the back of his head!
JC: No!
Twilight covers Cypher as the ref counts 1…………….2………….3!!
RW: And there it is!
Winner: Cypher via pinfall
RW: Ladies and gentlemen we had an exciting night, so be sure to be with us in a couple of weeks. Be good, be safe.
JC: God bless every last fan. Goodnight!
RW: Uh wow
JC: Harold must be raking in money hand over fist if he can afford this.
RW: We should ask for a raise.
JC: agreed.
As the song comes to an end the crowd are on their feet on the opposite side of the arena we see a man come out with a black hood over his head.
RW: Who is that?
Spotlight lands on him and he takes off the hood.
JC: That’s, that's Reaper!
RW: Reaper is back in SFT!
JC: Its true what they say, no rest for the wicked.
Reaper smiles and puts up the mic and says “ I’m back!” Reaper drops the mic as he walks away and the crowd erupt in both cheers and boos.
RW: Even after all this time fans are still divided on him.
Lets get to our first match of the night which is
Jackson Kent vs. Redd vs. Jack Jones (triple threat match)
All three men are in the ring as the bell sounds off. But before they can each take a step, Jackson exits the ring. Jack Jones exits the ring.
RW: What the hell?
Jackson is greeted by his wife as they go backstage together.
JC: uh?
RW: I think Jackson has better things to do tonight. And as far as Jack, fighting Redd would be like facing a Mastodon whose a friend. Not a good thing to do.
Match ruled a no contest
Emerson vs Rumpke
(Bar Room Brawl for the Hardcore Title)
The camera cuts to the American Outlaw's Bar where we see Emerson sitting at the bar drinking a soda while Rumpke is messing with the jukebox. After he gets the playlist set, he turns around and grabs a bottle of Crown Royal while walking towards Emerson who is still sitting at the bar while waiting for the referee to signal the beginning of the match. Rumpke clings his bottle on Emerson's soda before saying.
Rumpke: Cheers Emerson, good luck man.
Emerson nods at Rumpke as a door leading to outside of the establishment opens. A referee walks in with Cassandra right be hind him. The referee takes off his coat while Cassandra leaves hers on. In one hand she holds onto the SFT Hardcore title while in the other is the SFT Intercontinental Title. She tosses the SFT Hardcore Title onto the bar before saying.
Cassandra: I was told to bring this here. The winner of this match will become the Hardcore Champion. Now if you'll excuse me, I've got a match to prepare for.
Cassandra walks out of the door, clearly on her way back to the arena. The referee looks at Emerson and Rumpke before asking.
Referee: Are you guys ready to go? I've been notified that this match will be going live soon.
Both Emerson and Rumpke nod. Rumpke begins chugging his bottle. Emerson shrugs his shoulders before taking a drink of his soda as Randy White begins talking over the television inside the bar.
RW: Our next match ladies and gentlemen will be a Bar Room Brawl with Rumpke trying to defend his home turf against a capable challenger, Emerson!
The crowd can be heard cheering loudly over the television as the referee signals for the fight to begin. Emerson's eyes lock onto Rumpke's and vice versa. Emerson fakes a punch but Rumpke doesn't flinch. Rumpke takes his eyes off of Emerson to grab a bottle and that was exactly the opening Emerson needed to tackle the drunk to the ground. Emerson grabs Rumpke's arm and applies an arm bar. Rumpke yells out in pain as he positions his body to where he's on his knees. Emerson tries to pull on Rumpke's arm again but the drunken brawler grabs onto his other arm with his free hand before pulls on Rumpke's arm again but he's not able to hurt the drunk given the position both of their bodies are in. Rumpke positions his feet onto the ground and lets out a yell as he picks Emerson up before slamming him through a table. The crowd can be heard cheering over the sound system.
JC: Wow what a counter by Rumpke!
RW: Yeah it was and Emerson needs to quickly change his game plan. This isn't a match type that favors wrestling!
Rumpke grabs Emerson and pulls him up before latching onto his hand. Rumpke winds up and slings Emerson at the bar but Emerson reverses it and sends Rumpke flying into the bar. Emerson charges at Rumpke and goes for a closeline but Rumpke kneels down and flips the man over the bar. Rumpke grabs a bottle of Jim Beam and breaks the bottle over the bar before he walks around behind the bar. Out of no where Emerson spears Rumpke to the ground. Emerson, red in the face grabs Rumpke by the head and bashes it into the concrete floor a few times before picking up the broken bottle that Rumpke had dropped. Emerson looks at it for a moment and then back down at Rumpke who's laying there with blood all over his head.
JC: Emerson looks as if he's possessed!
RW: That's the only way to be when you're in this kind of match.
Emerson goes to stab Rumpke in the face with the jagged edge of the bottle but Rumpke parries the attempt before slamming his fingers into Emerson's eyes! Buying him some time, Rumpke throws Emerson off of him and gets back up to his feet while he grasps the back of his head where he got busted open on the concrete floor. Rumpke quickly kicks Emerson in the face while he's still trying to regain his vision. The drunk then bends over to lightly smack Emerson upside the head and says.
Rumpke: Come on Emerson, I barely got you in the eyes! Get up!
The drunken brawler backs up and grabs another full bottle of liquor off the table as Emerson begins to push himself up. Rumpke has the time to open the bottle and take another drink but he doesn't stop with one drink. He keeps going until a pool stick gets busted over his face courtesy of Emerson! Rumpke staggers to one knee when Emerson follows up by smashing a beer bottle across the drunks face. Shards of glass cut his face open and also embed into his skin! Rumpke flops onto the table while he tries to pull the glass out of his face. Emerson grabs Rumpke's shoulders.
RW: Yes! Get him Emerson!
Emerson drives a knee into Rumpke's spine and the drunk falls forward, busting his chin onto a table. Rumpke falls onto the floor and Emerson goes for a pin.
Referee: 1..2 Kickout!
Emerson grabs Rumpke and goes to pull the drunk up to his feet when Rumpke hits Emerson with a sudden low blow. Rumpke gets up to his feet before grabbing Emerson by the back of the head and nailing Emerson in the face with "Last Call". Rumpke goes for the pin but before the referee can count one, Rumpke smiles as pulls Emerson's head up to break the count.
RW: Whats that asshole going to do now, why not go for the pin!?
Rumpke gets back up to his feet and pulls Emerson up to his feet as well when Emerson hits Rumpke with a falling jawbreaker out of nowhere! Rumpke staggers back while Emerson gets up and advances in Rumpke's direction. He swings a right hook at Rumpke but it's parried by Rumpke's left arm before he quickly returns fire with a quick right hook of his own that finds its mark on the side of Emerson's face. Emerson stumbles onto a table that he uses to hold himself up. Rumpke grabs a beer bottle before coming at Emerson, he swings but it's blocked by Emerson who follows up with a kick to Rumpke's knee. The drunk limps away briefly but Emerson is right on top of him, he grabs Rumpke's head and slams his face into the bar once before Rumpke manages to hit Emerson with another low blow. Emerson buckles over in pain while a blood covered Rumpke rests on the bar for a moment. Both men take a brief moment to recover and it's Emerson that makes the first move by rolling Rumpke up into a pin.
Referee: 1..2. Kickout!
Both men lay there for a moment and it's Emerson that begins moving first which causes Rumpke to also work on pushing himself back up to his feet.
JC: Rumpke has lost a lot of blood today, I'm surprised that he can still move!
Emerson and Rumpke make it up at about the same time. Rumpke quickly fires a series of three haymakers at Emerson, and he crashes to the floor as does Rumpke who falls on top of Emerson.
Referee: 1..2..3!
Winner: Rumpke
Moments later, Rumpke gets up off of Emerson and grabs onto the man before pulling him up to his feet. The drunk helps Emerson over to a chair and helps him sit down while patting him on the back and says.
Rumpke: Thanks for the good match Emerson.
Emerson nods at the bloody Rumpke and offers his hand. Rumpke shakes it before grabbing a bottle of liquor and the SFT Hardcore Title; He then staggers out of the trashed bar.
Robert Saints vs. Cassandra
(Non Title Match)
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 waits for his opponent to come out.
RW: Hopefully Robert Saints is going to bring his A game tonight against Cassandra, she's tough as nails!
JC: No doubt about it!
"Larger Than Life" by Backstreet Boys hits the arena. Cassandra comes walking onto the stage wearing shiny black tights and a dark red short sleeve top. She heads down the ramp with a slight smile on her face. She slides into the ring and stands there looking out at the fans. She jumps up and down a few times to warm up for the match with a confident expression.
The referee signals for the bell to ring and Cassandra comes bursting out of her corner to nail Robert Saints with Final Destiny! She pins him.
Referee: 1..2..3
Winner: Cassandra via pinfall
RW: Our Intercontinental champion made quick work out of Robert Saints.
JC: Yeah, he didn't stand a chance.
RW: No he didn't hopefully Robert can get his act together soon. Wait, what's Cassandra doing.
Cassandra starts smacking Robert Saints across the face while he lays there. Security swarms the ring to pull Cassandra off of Robert. You can hear her yell.
Cassandra: Get your act together Robert!!
She manages to slip free of their grasps and runs over there to kick Robert in the ass while he was trying to get back up. Once again, security grabs Cassandra and isolates her in a corner away from Robert Saints. The referee gives her, the SFT Intercontinental title and she calms down enough to leave the ring. Fans cheer loudly for Cassandra as she walks back up the ramp and into the back.
RW: And so we come to the main event.
Louis Cypher vs. Twilight (non title match)
Cypher’s song hits as he makes his way down to the ring. Next we see Twilight make his way down to the ring.
RW: Here we go.
They stand toe to toe as the bell sounds off with Cypher hitting an elbow on Twilight then a quick roundhouse kick!
Cypher grins a maniacal smile. Twilight sweeps the legs and punches Cyper in the face. Cypher gets up still with that weird grin on his face.
JC: his own take on the joker.
RW: Creepier I’d say.
They lock up again this time Cypher wins the test of strength till Twilight knees him in the gut! Twilight with a DDT! He rolls him over and covers him the ref counts 1………...2………...kickout!
RW: close one!
Twilight is up and flies off the top turnbuckle with a headbutt but Cypher lifts up leg and catches Twilight right in the face!
JC: ouchy!
RW: big time ouchy.
The lights are extra bright after a hit like that. Cypher gets up and covers Twilight as the ref counts 1………….2………..kickout!
The grin on Cypher’s face is back as he nails him with a running rolling knee! Cypher picks up Twilight and nails him with a sit down powerbomb!
JC: yes!
Cypher still grinning as he rolls Twilight over and covers him the ref counts 1………...2…………..kickout!
Cypher’s grin disappears.
RW: cypher cant believe it!
Twilight slowly gets up and spears Cypher into the corner as he hits the back of his head!
JC: No!
Twilight covers Cypher as the ref counts 1…………….2………….3!!
RW: And there it is!
Winner: Cypher via pinfall
RW: Ladies and gentlemen we had an exciting night, so be sure to be with us in a couple of weeks. Be good, be safe.
JC: God bless every last fan. Goodnight!
