SFT Presents: Monday Night Chaos (Ep6, 27/03/2017)

We see RW and JC at their spots as the lights come on.

RW: Hello there ladies and gentlemen. I am your host Randy White.

JC: And I am John Cartwright. Welcome to SFT Chaos.

RW: Chaos 6 is about to get underway.

JC: And it promises to be a good night.

RW: A chaotic one.

JC: That aint no lie.

In the ring we see Trey, Twilight, and TK already in the ring as the bell sounds off. Twilight starts it off with a clothesline on Trey. He turns around and TK and Twilight are about to hit each other but they stop.

RW: What the?

Twilight nods at TK and TK does the same, TK walks away and steps out of the ring and simply walks backstage.

JC: What's going on?

RW: You're guess is as good as mine.

JC: I guess its a singles match now.

RW: I guess so.


Trey starts to get up only to be kicked in the face by Twilight! Twilight picks up Trey and does a spinning spinebuster!


JC: Oh my god, call my chiropracter!


Twilight covers Trey as the ref counts 1...............2...............3!!!

WINNER: TWILIGHT

Mr. Amazing is standing there smiling.


RW: Uh oh


Mr. Amazing double axe handles Twilight who gets sent outside the ring. As Trey is starting to get up he's met by an amazing superkick! And Trey flies out of the ring too. We cut to commercial as fans are receiving him with a mix of boos and cheers.


RW: Crazy!

Are you tired of people thinking you don’t love your country? Ever get the feeling that you're walking down the street and people don’t think you’re a true patriot! Well it’s time to put an end to those days my friend.

The camera opens up outside the arena, on a main street with traffic busily filling the road in both directions. Harold comes barging through one of the fire exit doors out into the night air.

He looks to the right down the street, nothing there except some parked cars.

He turns to his left and notices a hooded figure sitting on a bench a few yards away.


“Hey! You have a match soon!”

The man doesn’t move.


“Hey! Balkan!”


Lucas Balkan turns round, shaken from a daze and stares at Harold.


“Your match with Emerson is up soon, you’ve got to get ready”


Lucas nods his head as he pulls his hood down and walks past Harold into the building. Harold shakes his head with a wry smile as he shuts the door and the camera cuts back to ringside.

As we come back from a commercial break, Saint Jude is already in the ring, pacing back and forth, waiting for his opponent.

RW: He looks intense!

JC: Well, there’s a lot at stake and he won’t want to lose to Jackson Kent again!


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: Introducing, from Lawton, Oklahoma, weighing in at 282 lbs, 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.

The two men start to circle each other as the referee rings the bell, they grab each other and Jackson’s size gives him the upper hand as he locks in an armbar right away. Jude manages to twist his way out of the armbar but when he turns to face Jackson, he eats a massive clothesline. Jackson picks up Jude and whips him into the turnbuckle face first. Jackson takes a few steps away and looks like he’s setting up for a spear when Jude turns round.


RW: Damn, this could be over quick!


Jackson charges at Jude but he moves himself out the way at the last minute and Jackson crashes into the turnbuckle!


JC: Owwww!

RW: When you’re that size and that fast, it’s tough to stop…!


Jude takes a few breaths and then starts laying into the recovering Jackson with punches and boots to the back. He keeps hammering away even as Jackson starts to get to his feet. Eventually, Jackson grabs Jude’s fist to block a blow and pushes Jude back a few steps. He swings a clothesline at Jude but he ducks and when Jackson turns round, Jude dropkicks him in the knee.


RW: Smart, get him off his feet.


Jude gives Jackson a boot to the back of the head as he is struggling to get back onto all fours. Jude drops an elbow on his back and then another, he gives him a quick kick to the knee for good measure. Jude turns away and raises his arms to the crowd, happy with the damage he’s inflicted so far.


JC: He’s taking his eye off the ball!


Jackson slowly climbs to his feet and leans against the ropes, waiting for Jude to turn round again. When he does, he charges at Jackson who throws himself forward and they smash together in a shoulder block. Jude stumbles backwards but regroups and charges at him again. This time Jackson grabs him in a clinch.


RW: He looks like he’s going for an overhead belly to belly but…


Jackson launches Jude up into the air and over the top rope. Jude hits the arena floor, hard, as Jackson’s knee buckles again. He grimaces but rolls out of the ring to find Jude who is stirring a little on the floor.

The ref starts to count. 1…2…3…

As Jackson picks Jude up, he starts to fight back, throwing some blows into Jackson’s mid-section but Jackson eventually gives him a knee in the chest for his troubles and a clubbing blow to the back that puts Jude on his knees. Jackson grabs Jude by the head and picks him up, he runs him towards the ringsteps and aims to throw him against them but Jude stops it by putting his leg on the steps at the last minute. He throws an elbow to Jackson’s temple and then spin kicks his leg out from under him.

4…5…6…


RW: These guys need to think about getting back in the ring!

Jude looks at the ring but then back at Jackson who is down to one knee on the arena floor. He climbs the ringsteps and looks to go back into the ring but stops as he sees Jackson leaning against the announce table.

7…8…9…


RW: What’s he doing?

JC: Just get in the ring!


Jude steps back from the ropes and leaps at Jackson, who tries to catch and slam him in midair but both men crash backwards through the announce table at the same time!

…10

RESULT: DOUBLE COUNT OUT

RW: Welcome everyone to what promises to be an exciting matchup.

JC: No doubt, this is for the number one contendership to the Intercontinental Title.


Prophecy by Soul Fly hits as the arena lights cut suddenly. The screen momentarily goes dark but flickers into light, TV static, as the first notes of Prophecy roar out across the arena. The static lasts for 30 seconds as a large black eagle’s silhouette fades into shot. As the lights come back on to the throaty vocals of Soulfly, the eagle fades away, replaced by the word BALKAN as Lucas Balkan brushes the curtain aside and walks out onto the ramp. Lucas walks slowly to the ring, slides under the bottom rope and stares blankly into the crowd. He pulls off his t-shirt and tosses it out of the ring leans back against the turnbuckle, staring directly above him.


RW: Total concentration on the part of Balkan.

JC: I would expect nothing less.


We hear Kryptonite by 3 Doors Down as Emerson Embry makes his way down to the ring to nothing but cheers.


RW: The fans love him.

JC: Whats not to love, the man works hard, gives it his all, week in and week out, and you can always tell whose geninuely a nice person, he stays after every show till the he's signed the last autograph for a fan, doesnt even ask for a dollar or and never says not to taking a photo with a fan.


Emerson steps in the ring and he offers his hand to Lucas, who takes it and they shake.


RW: Good sportsmanship on the side of both men.


The bell rings and Emerson starts it off with a quick shoulder block followed by arm drag take down. He locks in a shoulder lock and applies pressure, Lucas smiles and grimaces as he manages the pain. Emerson starts to get up taking Lucas with him, he quickly lets go of the hold and locks in a sleeper hold!


RW: Uh oh.

JC: Uh oh indeed.


Balkan waives his arms arounds and he struggles to keep his consciousness. The ref raises his arm to check if he's awake. He raises it once, raises it twice and on the third and final attempt he keeps his arm up.


RW: ohhhhhh, not sleepy time yet.

Emerson starts to lower down to the mat, the mat he figures should allow the body to get comfortable and possibly end this quicker.


JC: Not gonna be good if Balkan sits on the mat, itll be a matter of time.


Balkan digs his fingers deep into the arms of Emerson, pinching hard, leaving red marks, scratching, doing anything and everything to get out of the hold.

RW: Emergency dractic measure tactics.

JC: For sure.


Balkan uses his left arm to start punching and clawing at Emerson's face, till finally the final punch is too much and Emerson breaks for just a moment and Balkan gets away.


RW: Almost had him.


Balkan is now red faced as he flies through the air and knees him right in the forehead. Emerson falls hard to the mat. Balkan now waits and perfectly executes a bulldog!


JC: Nice!


Balkan covers Emerson 1.................2..........................kickout!

Emerson gets up quickly and spears Balkan but Balkan instantly gets up and hits a cactus clothesline sending Emerson outside of the ring hard! Emerson slow to get up now as the ref counts to 4 before he gets back into the ring. Balkan with a flying headbutt into the chest of Emerson sort of lucha style. Emerson again goes outside the ring. This time Balkan follows.


RW: Things are going to get even more interesting now.


Balkan lays a steel chair does a drop toe hold on it! Emerson now in pain! Balkan rolls Emerson into the ring and covers him 1................2...............kickout!


JC: Emerson is taking a beating.


Balkan stands up Emerson and hits a mid clinch knee lift, he then hits an elbow drop. And we can see Balkan is also now starting to get tired.


RW: The match is taking a toll on both of them now.


Balkan trying to slow the match down with a guillotine leg drop. He stands Emerson up and hits his Death Valley Driver. He again covers but can only get a 2 count.


JC: Unbelievable!


Balkan flings Emerson into the ropes as he bounces back he lariats Emerson and Emerson falls hard to the outside of the ring. Balkan gets to his knees and watches as the ref counts

1...............2.................3...........

Balkan screams for Emerson to stay down...

4................5..............

Emerson is on his feet slowly..................

6..................7............

he gets into the ring at 8..

Balkan screams for him to have stayed down. You dont want this like I do, give up, stay down! Emerson smiles bloody teeth. Like something out the cartoons he likes to watch so much.

Balkan with a standing drop kick again and again drop kicks him till hes on the outside of the ring. And yet again Emerson gets slowly up and this time gets back into the ring at the 9 count. Balkan shakes his head.


RW: Its like watching some twisted version of Rocky.

JC: I wonder how long the ref can let the match go on, whats the time limit on this thing anyway?


Balkan forearms him to the outside yet again and this time follows and hits his No Borders outside the ring!


RW: Its over!


Balkan himself crawls into the ring. Tired beyond belief himself.

The ref starts his count

1..............2....................3...................4......................

Emerson gets on one knee.................

5....................He stands up wobbling.....

6...........................7.............

He starts to walk to the ring.............8.......................9..............

He falls back against the steel guardrail.....10!!!

WINNER: LUCAS BALKAN

Let’s face it, we all lead busy life’s, and at the end of the day most of us really need to sit down, relax, have a back rub from our partner, go upstairs and draw ourselves a nice bubble bath, chill out in those soapy suds and listen to some relaxing classical music…… BUT THAT’S JUST BORING

RW: Alright finally main event time, after the matches we've had tonight I am totally exhausted.

JC: You haven't done a damn thing all night but talk.

RW: Have you seen tonight's matches, it took lot out of me bro.

JC: Whatever.


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: Here we go now waiting on the champ.


But no music hits, the lights go dim, Glenn walks out head hanging low, no music, no interaction with the crowd, he goes Tyson into and walks straight to the ring.


JC: Interesting.


Glenn doesnt raises his arms or acknowledge the crowd or anything, simply hands the belt to the ref and goes to his neutral corner.


RW: He means business.

JC: I think so.


The ref calls for the bell and we are off. Glenn advances and single punches Robert and Robert down to one knee. Robert headbutts Glenn in the chest and then drop kicks him into the corner, he bull rushes him but Glenn darts out of the way as Robert hits the turnbuckle as he bounces back Glenn catches him with a small package rolling Robert up with his own momentum, the ref counts

1..........2...........kickout!


RW: Wow it almost ended really quickly.


Glenn with a quick implant DDT! He again covers but only gets a 1 count! Robert gets instantly up, kicks Glenn in the gut and executes a rope hung DDT! He now covers Glenn and the ref counts

1.................2................kickout!


JC: Whoa!! Close so close!


Robert climbs the second rope and flies with a medium diving elbow drop, but he doesnt cover he instead goes for his Viper Cutter but somehow Glenn escapes and flies into the near corner, he bounces back with a cross body block but Rober catches him with ease and nails a nice back breaker!


RW: I think Glenn might of just been broken in half!


Robert waits for Glenn to get up, as he does Robert nails him with not one but two consecutive Brogue kicks!


JC: Showing some power!


Robert covers the in obvious pain Glenn Owen, the ref counts

1...............2............kickout!!!


RW: No, last second kick out!


Robert cant believe it, but shakes his head saying enough is enough, Robert climbs the top rope and flies off with an even bigger diving elbow drop, but at the last moment Glenn lifts up a boot and catches him half in the neck half in the face.


JC: oowwww!


Both men lay there for a moment, Glenn crawls over and lays a weary arm over Robert as the ref counts

1...............2................3!!!

WINNER: GLENN OWEN

Thanks for tuning in.

Many thanks to Joseph Black for pretty much producing this episode of Chaos on his own.

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