Post by Joey on May 19, 2020 0:04:43 GMT -5
The Sunflower Dead begin to play their cover of the Police’s every step you take.
We see RW and JC take their spots.
The crowd are singing along with the band.
RW: What is the name of this band again?
JC: The Sunflower Dead.
RW: They are pretty good.
JC: Yea they are.
All four men are already in the ring.
Reaper and Jack Jones vs. Travis Deacon Hall and Robert Saints (tag match)
RW: This will be a weird match.
The bell sounds off and Travis and Reaper start it off. We see Travis with a running forearm then a quick scoop slam.
As Reaper gets up Robert chops Reaper all the way into the corner. The fans screaming whoo each time.
RW: Havent seen Travis in action in quite some time.
Travis tags in Robert who keeps working on Reaper. Robert with a running clothesline as Robert is getting up.
JC: I’m a little hungry.
RW: Nutella spread over pancakes with extra maple syrup after the show.
JC: Hell yea!
Robert now with a powerful sit down powerbomb!
RW: Think the match is over?!
Robert covers Reaper as the ref counts 1…………..2…………..broken up by Jack Jones.
This gives Reaper a chance to recover and lunges to tag in Jack!
Jack with a dropkick on Robert who falls back into the corner and Travis tags hinself into the match.
RW: uh oh here we go. Travis with a running knee which sends Jack to the ground. Travis picks up Jack and hits a nice spinebuster!
JC: Now it might be over.
Travis covers Jack the ref counts 1…………...2……………..broken up by Reaper!
RW: This is crazy, Travis and Robert have dominated thus far and Jack and Reaper have been lucky so far.
Reaper tags himself into the match and Travis and Reaper square off as the fans can feel the momentum taking hold.
Travis tries a standing drop kick but Reaper gets out of the way, Travis falls on his back hard as Reaper elbow drops Travis right in the face and before anyone can comprehend this, the ref counts 1………...2………..3!!!
RW: Wow! Reaper and Jack have won the first match of the night!
Winner: Jack and Reaper via pinfall
Eli Martin vs. The Accountant (#1 to HC title)
The lights in the arena fall abruptly. Laser strobe lights encircle the arena as a light fog cloudy the stage entrance. From the curtain emerges Eli Martin clad in a silky hooded robe, he marches to the trumpet of Rev Theory's 'Wanted Man'. Palming the hands of show goers while making his way ringside. He climbs the steps and slithers between the ropes entering the ring, throwing back his hood and parting his robe to the ovation of the crowd, his fist clenched in the air he stands regally before the public with an intense glare in his eyes.
"Money, Money, Money" plays over the loudspeakers as the Accountant steps out from behind the curtain. He wears a suit to the ring, with a pair of glasses hanging over his nose and his black hair slicked back. He scowls at fans as he carries his briefcase in his left hand. He slowly walks up the ring steps and steps between the top and middle ropes on his way into the ring. He places his briefcase underneath one of the corner turnbuckles moments before a man comes out of nowhere and hits the Accountant with a baseball bat to his back!
RW: That's Jamo, what is he doing out here!?
JC: I have no idea, maybe he still thinks it's Titans 83.
John chuckles a bit as Jamo grabs a stunned Accountant by the back of the head. The Hardcore Nightmare then bashes Accountant's head into one of the steel posts, not once but three times before Accountant falls to the ground. Eli has slid out of the ring and seems to be coming to his opponents defense but Jamo has already disappeared into the fans. We then hear a shrill laugh while both Eli Martin and the referee check on the Accountant who is still on the ground.
RW: What a cowardly attack, I hope the Accountant is okay!
His forehead has been busted open and blood is already all over his face. The referee walks over to the announcer and begins discussing something with them before they announce that due to this attack from Jamo, the referee is going to cancel the match. The fans boo loudly while Accountant makes it up to his feet, he then walks over to the referee. The two men talk, Accountant's bloody face is very animated right now, presumably upset with the referee's decision to cancel his match. Moments of arguing go by when the announcer then informs the crowd that the referee has reversed his decision on canceling the match and the fans begin cheering!
RW: That damn Jamo almost caused us to miss out on what will be a good match between these two great competitors.
JC: Jamo was doing us a favor so we don't have to watch two submission style wrestlers in a hardcore match!
RW: That's rubbish John, I'm betting these two put on one hell of a match!
The Accountant takes off his suit coat while Eli Martin enters the ring. Accountant then slides into the ring. Once both men are in their corners, the referee calls for the opening bell. Both, the Accountant and Eli Martin move towards each other. Suddenly, they hook up and Accountant is able to get behind Eli Martin. The tax man goes to lift Eli up but this attempt is blocked before the Rabid Pitbull counters the current hold and finds himself behind Accountant. Eli lifts the man up before he plants him ontop of his face. Martin then shifts his body's position to where he's now got a front headlock locked in on Accountant. Seconds later, the Accountant manages to slip out of the head lock while he grabs Martin's wrist. The next thing we see is that Accountant is able to quickly move around to Eli's back before applying a hammerlock!
JC: Accountant is doing well considering he had his face bashed in!
RW: This isn't his first rodeo. He's one heck of a veteran! I wonder if this hammerlock will be enough to make the newcomer tap out.
Eli reaches his foot out to the bottom rope and latches onto it! Yet, the referee informs him that those rules don't apply to a hardcore match. The Rabid Pitbull squirms in pain while he tries to find a way out of this hammerlock. Eli Martin fights for all he's worth and begins thrashing around even though it's causing him more pain but eventually, the man gets the Accountant off balance long enough for him to finally slip out of the hammerlock! Accountant tries to come right back at Eli Martin but he gets a kick in the face for his effort. Eli Martin then rolls out of the ring with the intention to get some space from the fierce tax man. Martin walks around the ring to the rampway while he favors his shoulder. Accountant slides out of the ring before he grabs his briefcase and then the tax man turns around into a left handed jab from Eli. It's this quick punch that happened to stun an already bloody Accountant long enough for the Rabid Pitbull to connect with a right handed uppercut that hammers Accountant's jaw. We watch as the Accountant's knees buckle before he drops to the ground. Eli Martin wastes no time going for the pin.
Referee: 1..2 Kickout!!
Eli raises up to his knees and sighs just before he gets back up on his feet. From there, Eli Martin bends over and grabs Accountant's bloody head before he goes to pull the man up to his feet. In a flash, Accountant quickly hits Eli Martin with a low blow. The Accountant then swiftly latches onto Eli's head and then DDT's Martin's face onto a trash can! The crowd cheers as Accountant goes for the pin. The referee, he gets a one count as the fans begin to cheer even louder!
RW: Is that?!?
JC: Yes it is!! What the fuck is...
The referee, he gets a two count and when his hand is up in the air, about to strike the ground a third time; the count is interupted with a swift chairshot to Accountant's back!
JC: Jack Jones doing here?!
RW: Did you think he wouldn't settle the score with Accountant?
Accountant lets out a yell while he's in pain from the chair shot but sadly for him; this wasn't the last shot he took. Jones quickly drops the steel chair before he swiftly scoops up the Accountant's briefcase with a huge smile on his face!
JC: What!? No, not Accountant's briefcase, this is fucking illegal and Eli Martin should be disqualified!
RW: This is a hardcore match John, there's no rules. You know that!
Jack Jones slams the briefcase into Accountant's blood covered face and this is the blow that laid the man out. Jack Jones grabs a still stunned Eli and places him on top of Accountant. The referee has no choice but to begin counting. The fans, they count one with him. A second later, they also yell "two" before finally getting the opportunity to cheer on the third time this SFT referee hits his hand on the mat for a third time!
Winner: Eli Martin!
RW: Poetic justice from the man that Accountant cheap shotted not too long ago.
JC: These hardcore rules are bullshit!
RW: Boo hoo John!
JC: Piss on you Randy.
RW: I wouldn't do that, remember the last time you tried something like that?
John begins to speak when we hear a sudden crash, the camera cuts back to the announcers table and discovers that John Cartwright has been laid out, presumably from Randy White.
RW: Hopefully one of these days, John learns but for the moment ladies and gents; Titans 84 is going to go to commercial.
Intercontinental Championship Match: Apokalypse vs. Louis Cypher
The lights suddenly go red and start flashing as "Progenies of The Great Apokalypse" by Dimmu Borgir starts to play throughout the arena. Apokalypse methodically walks out from backstage and glares out at the fans in attendance before rushing toward the ring
Ring Announcer: Making his way to the ring... weighing in at 249 pounds... from Death Valley, California... HE... IS...THE SFT INTERCONTINENTAL CHAMPION.....APOKALYPSE!"
Once he reaches the ring, he slides in quickly and stands up in the center of the ring, again glaring out at the fans.
"I Am Evil" by Metallica plays and Louis Cypher makes his way avoiding any touches or camera shots from any fans. As per usual, he rushes the ring and begins to brawl with his opponent.
RW: "These two are not wasting any time! Our ring announcer barely made it out of the ring!"
Apokalypse and Cypher trade blows with each other, with Apokalypse gaining a decisive advantage over his opponent and he pounds him into the corner. Apokalypse then takes Cypher's head to the buckle five times and Irish whips him into the corner, where he follows up with a clothesline. Cypher crumbles to the mat and Apokalypse applies a chinlock, yelling in Cypher's ear that he needs to quit.
Cypher refuses to do so and gets to his feet and starts nudging elbows into Apokalypse's mid-section. He pushes his opponent into the ropes where he floors the champion with a clothesline. Cypher then follows up with a suplex and when the dazed Apokalypse gets to his feet, Cypher flies off the ropes with a flying forearm. He covers and the referee goes to count the fall.
1.......
2........
But Apokalypse kicks out to continue the match. Cypher picks up his opponent and delivers a DDT, jawing with fans at ringside who are showering him with boos. A groggy Apokalypse gets to his feet and when Cypher turns around he is caught with a snap belly-to-belly suplex. Apokalpyse picks up his opponent and when Cypher takes a wild swing, Apokalypse ducks and goes through a series of rolling German suplexes on his adversary. Fans find a way to cheer this display by the time the titleholder lands a third blow. Apokalypse holds his opponent in place as the referee gets into position.
1........
2............
But Cypher barely kicks out before three.
JC: "The champion looks very polished tonight and it looks like Cypher was unprepared for this kind of onslaught."
Apokalypse jaws a bit with the referee, complaining about the count but he looks to right back to work. He seems prepared to treat Cypher like a rag doll by setting him up for another series of German suplexes, but Cypher uses a series of elbows to the temple to break it up. Cypher relies on instinct at this point, headbutting the champion several times and when Apokalypse falls back into the ropes, jumping up to meet him with a knee to the face. Cypher follows up with a leg drop and covers.
1........
2.........
But Apokalypse finds a way to kick out. Enraged, Cypher picks up his opponent and slams him. Then, he climbs to the top rope.
RW: "It looks like Cypher thinks a high risk move might guarantee him a championship tonight!"
Cypher flies off the top with a Shooting Star Press but Apokalypse lifts his knees at the last moment and Cypher flies off of him, glutching his gut in pain. Apokalypse wastes no time locking in a bararm sleeper and the referee goes to check on Cypher's condition. A gleam seems to fade out of the challenger's eyes as the referee gets no response from him and orders the bell to be rung to discontinue the match.
Ring Announcer: "Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of the match and STILL the SFT Intercontinental Champion...APOKALYPSE!"
RW: "Impressive win tonight by Apokalyse, John. Who in SFT can stop this man?"
JC: "I'm not sure, but whoever it is better be prepared for any and all circumstances. Cypher thought getting the rush on the champion would help him tonight but that did not work."
Winner: Apokalypse
"Peace Sells" by Megadeth begins blasting out of the arena's sound system moments before Rumpke staggers out from behind the curtain with a smile on his face. The crowd boos at the drunk, while he briefly claps, presumably for Apokalypse. This gesture of his, it stops right before his theme music stops. Rumpke then reaches into the back pocket of his blue jean shorts and pulls out a microphone right before his smile fades.
Rumpke: Alright champ, you've got it man. You and I; We'll be seeing each other soon in a hardcore match, at Titans 85.
Apokalypse smiles with evil intention as the drunk briefly glares back at the Intercontinental Champion. Meanwhile, the fans are cheering loudly. Rumpke, he smirks as the fans begin cheering louder than before; When they see Apokalypse taunting the drunk to come on down to the ring. Rumpke then sighs before he coldly turns his back on the red hot "Intercontinental Champion". Rumpke finally staggers through the curtain with no response to Apokalypse's challenge tonight as SFT's, "Titans 84", faded to black.
We see RW and JC take their spots.
The crowd are singing along with the band.
RW: What is the name of this band again?
JC: The Sunflower Dead.
RW: They are pretty good.
JC: Yea they are.
All four men are already in the ring.
Reaper and Jack Jones vs. Travis Deacon Hall and Robert Saints (tag match)
RW: This will be a weird match.
The bell sounds off and Travis and Reaper start it off. We see Travis with a running forearm then a quick scoop slam.
As Reaper gets up Robert chops Reaper all the way into the corner. The fans screaming whoo each time.
RW: Havent seen Travis in action in quite some time.
Travis tags in Robert who keeps working on Reaper. Robert with a running clothesline as Robert is getting up.
JC: I’m a little hungry.
RW: Nutella spread over pancakes with extra maple syrup after the show.
JC: Hell yea!
Robert now with a powerful sit down powerbomb!
RW: Think the match is over?!
Robert covers Reaper as the ref counts 1…………..2…………..broken up by Jack Jones.
This gives Reaper a chance to recover and lunges to tag in Jack!
Jack with a dropkick on Robert who falls back into the corner and Travis tags hinself into the match.
RW: uh oh here we go. Travis with a running knee which sends Jack to the ground. Travis picks up Jack and hits a nice spinebuster!
JC: Now it might be over.
Travis covers Jack the ref counts 1…………...2……………..broken up by Reaper!
RW: This is crazy, Travis and Robert have dominated thus far and Jack and Reaper have been lucky so far.
Reaper tags himself into the match and Travis and Reaper square off as the fans can feel the momentum taking hold.
Travis tries a standing drop kick but Reaper gets out of the way, Travis falls on his back hard as Reaper elbow drops Travis right in the face and before anyone can comprehend this, the ref counts 1………...2………..3!!!
RW: Wow! Reaper and Jack have won the first match of the night!
Winner: Jack and Reaper via pinfall
Eli Martin vs. The Accountant (#1 to HC title)
The lights in the arena fall abruptly. Laser strobe lights encircle the arena as a light fog cloudy the stage entrance. From the curtain emerges Eli Martin clad in a silky hooded robe, he marches to the trumpet of Rev Theory's 'Wanted Man'. Palming the hands of show goers while making his way ringside. He climbs the steps and slithers between the ropes entering the ring, throwing back his hood and parting his robe to the ovation of the crowd, his fist clenched in the air he stands regally before the public with an intense glare in his eyes.
"Money, Money, Money" plays over the loudspeakers as the Accountant steps out from behind the curtain. He wears a suit to the ring, with a pair of glasses hanging over his nose and his black hair slicked back. He scowls at fans as he carries his briefcase in his left hand. He slowly walks up the ring steps and steps between the top and middle ropes on his way into the ring. He places his briefcase underneath one of the corner turnbuckles moments before a man comes out of nowhere and hits the Accountant with a baseball bat to his back!
RW: That's Jamo, what is he doing out here!?
JC: I have no idea, maybe he still thinks it's Titans 83.
John chuckles a bit as Jamo grabs a stunned Accountant by the back of the head. The Hardcore Nightmare then bashes Accountant's head into one of the steel posts, not once but three times before Accountant falls to the ground. Eli has slid out of the ring and seems to be coming to his opponents defense but Jamo has already disappeared into the fans. We then hear a shrill laugh while both Eli Martin and the referee check on the Accountant who is still on the ground.
RW: What a cowardly attack, I hope the Accountant is okay!
His forehead has been busted open and blood is already all over his face. The referee walks over to the announcer and begins discussing something with them before they announce that due to this attack from Jamo, the referee is going to cancel the match. The fans boo loudly while Accountant makes it up to his feet, he then walks over to the referee. The two men talk, Accountant's bloody face is very animated right now, presumably upset with the referee's decision to cancel his match. Moments of arguing go by when the announcer then informs the crowd that the referee has reversed his decision on canceling the match and the fans begin cheering!
RW: That damn Jamo almost caused us to miss out on what will be a good match between these two great competitors.
JC: Jamo was doing us a favor so we don't have to watch two submission style wrestlers in a hardcore match!
RW: That's rubbish John, I'm betting these two put on one hell of a match!
The Accountant takes off his suit coat while Eli Martin enters the ring. Accountant then slides into the ring. Once both men are in their corners, the referee calls for the opening bell. Both, the Accountant and Eli Martin move towards each other. Suddenly, they hook up and Accountant is able to get behind Eli Martin. The tax man goes to lift Eli up but this attempt is blocked before the Rabid Pitbull counters the current hold and finds himself behind Accountant. Eli lifts the man up before he plants him ontop of his face. Martin then shifts his body's position to where he's now got a front headlock locked in on Accountant. Seconds later, the Accountant manages to slip out of the head lock while he grabs Martin's wrist. The next thing we see is that Accountant is able to quickly move around to Eli's back before applying a hammerlock!
JC: Accountant is doing well considering he had his face bashed in!
RW: This isn't his first rodeo. He's one heck of a veteran! I wonder if this hammerlock will be enough to make the newcomer tap out.
Eli reaches his foot out to the bottom rope and latches onto it! Yet, the referee informs him that those rules don't apply to a hardcore match. The Rabid Pitbull squirms in pain while he tries to find a way out of this hammerlock. Eli Martin fights for all he's worth and begins thrashing around even though it's causing him more pain but eventually, the man gets the Accountant off balance long enough for him to finally slip out of the hammerlock! Accountant tries to come right back at Eli Martin but he gets a kick in the face for his effort. Eli Martin then rolls out of the ring with the intention to get some space from the fierce tax man. Martin walks around the ring to the rampway while he favors his shoulder. Accountant slides out of the ring before he grabs his briefcase and then the tax man turns around into a left handed jab from Eli. It's this quick punch that happened to stun an already bloody Accountant long enough for the Rabid Pitbull to connect with a right handed uppercut that hammers Accountant's jaw. We watch as the Accountant's knees buckle before he drops to the ground. Eli Martin wastes no time going for the pin.
Referee: 1..2 Kickout!!
Eli raises up to his knees and sighs just before he gets back up on his feet. From there, Eli Martin bends over and grabs Accountant's bloody head before he goes to pull the man up to his feet. In a flash, Accountant quickly hits Eli Martin with a low blow. The Accountant then swiftly latches onto Eli's head and then DDT's Martin's face onto a trash can! The crowd cheers as Accountant goes for the pin. The referee, he gets a one count as the fans begin to cheer even louder!
RW: Is that?!?
JC: Yes it is!! What the fuck is...
The referee, he gets a two count and when his hand is up in the air, about to strike the ground a third time; the count is interupted with a swift chairshot to Accountant's back!
JC: Jack Jones doing here?!
RW: Did you think he wouldn't settle the score with Accountant?
Accountant lets out a yell while he's in pain from the chair shot but sadly for him; this wasn't the last shot he took. Jones quickly drops the steel chair before he swiftly scoops up the Accountant's briefcase with a huge smile on his face!
JC: What!? No, not Accountant's briefcase, this is fucking illegal and Eli Martin should be disqualified!
RW: This is a hardcore match John, there's no rules. You know that!
Jack Jones slams the briefcase into Accountant's blood covered face and this is the blow that laid the man out. Jack Jones grabs a still stunned Eli and places him on top of Accountant. The referee has no choice but to begin counting. The fans, they count one with him. A second later, they also yell "two" before finally getting the opportunity to cheer on the third time this SFT referee hits his hand on the mat for a third time!
Winner: Eli Martin!
RW: Poetic justice from the man that Accountant cheap shotted not too long ago.
JC: These hardcore rules are bullshit!
RW: Boo hoo John!
JC: Piss on you Randy.
RW: I wouldn't do that, remember the last time you tried something like that?
John begins to speak when we hear a sudden crash, the camera cuts back to the announcers table and discovers that John Cartwright has been laid out, presumably from Randy White.
RW: Hopefully one of these days, John learns but for the moment ladies and gents; Titans 84 is going to go to commercial.
Intercontinental Championship Match: Apokalypse vs. Louis Cypher
The lights suddenly go red and start flashing as "Progenies of The Great Apokalypse" by Dimmu Borgir starts to play throughout the arena. Apokalypse methodically walks out from backstage and glares out at the fans in attendance before rushing toward the ring
Ring Announcer: Making his way to the ring... weighing in at 249 pounds... from Death Valley, California... HE... IS...THE SFT INTERCONTINENTAL CHAMPION.....APOKALYPSE!"
Once he reaches the ring, he slides in quickly and stands up in the center of the ring, again glaring out at the fans.
"I Am Evil" by Metallica plays and Louis Cypher makes his way avoiding any touches or camera shots from any fans. As per usual, he rushes the ring and begins to brawl with his opponent.
RW: "These two are not wasting any time! Our ring announcer barely made it out of the ring!"
Apokalypse and Cypher trade blows with each other, with Apokalypse gaining a decisive advantage over his opponent and he pounds him into the corner. Apokalypse then takes Cypher's head to the buckle five times and Irish whips him into the corner, where he follows up with a clothesline. Cypher crumbles to the mat and Apokalypse applies a chinlock, yelling in Cypher's ear that he needs to quit.
Cypher refuses to do so and gets to his feet and starts nudging elbows into Apokalypse's mid-section. He pushes his opponent into the ropes where he floors the champion with a clothesline. Cypher then follows up with a suplex and when the dazed Apokalypse gets to his feet, Cypher flies off the ropes with a flying forearm. He covers and the referee goes to count the fall.
1.......
2........
But Apokalypse kicks out to continue the match. Cypher picks up his opponent and delivers a DDT, jawing with fans at ringside who are showering him with boos. A groggy Apokalypse gets to his feet and when Cypher turns around he is caught with a snap belly-to-belly suplex. Apokalpyse picks up his opponent and when Cypher takes a wild swing, Apokalypse ducks and goes through a series of rolling German suplexes on his adversary. Fans find a way to cheer this display by the time the titleholder lands a third blow. Apokalypse holds his opponent in place as the referee gets into position.
1........
2............
But Cypher barely kicks out before three.
JC: "The champion looks very polished tonight and it looks like Cypher was unprepared for this kind of onslaught."
Apokalypse jaws a bit with the referee, complaining about the count but he looks to right back to work. He seems prepared to treat Cypher like a rag doll by setting him up for another series of German suplexes, but Cypher uses a series of elbows to the temple to break it up. Cypher relies on instinct at this point, headbutting the champion several times and when Apokalypse falls back into the ropes, jumping up to meet him with a knee to the face. Cypher follows up with a leg drop and covers.
1........
2.........
But Apokalypse finds a way to kick out. Enraged, Cypher picks up his opponent and slams him. Then, he climbs to the top rope.
RW: "It looks like Cypher thinks a high risk move might guarantee him a championship tonight!"
Cypher flies off the top with a Shooting Star Press but Apokalypse lifts his knees at the last moment and Cypher flies off of him, glutching his gut in pain. Apokalypse wastes no time locking in a bararm sleeper and the referee goes to check on Cypher's condition. A gleam seems to fade out of the challenger's eyes as the referee gets no response from him and orders the bell to be rung to discontinue the match.
Ring Announcer: "Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of the match and STILL the SFT Intercontinental Champion...APOKALYPSE!"
RW: "Impressive win tonight by Apokalyse, John. Who in SFT can stop this man?"
JC: "I'm not sure, but whoever it is better be prepared for any and all circumstances. Cypher thought getting the rush on the champion would help him tonight but that did not work."
Winner: Apokalypse
"Peace Sells" by Megadeth begins blasting out of the arena's sound system moments before Rumpke staggers out from behind the curtain with a smile on his face. The crowd boos at the drunk, while he briefly claps, presumably for Apokalypse. This gesture of his, it stops right before his theme music stops. Rumpke then reaches into the back pocket of his blue jean shorts and pulls out a microphone right before his smile fades.
Rumpke: Alright champ, you've got it man. You and I; We'll be seeing each other soon in a hardcore match, at Titans 85.
Apokalypse smiles with evil intention as the drunk briefly glares back at the Intercontinental Champion. Meanwhile, the fans are cheering loudly. Rumpke, he smirks as the fans begin cheering louder than before; When they see Apokalypse taunting the drunk to come on down to the ring. Rumpke then sighs before he coldly turns his back on the red hot "Intercontinental Champion". Rumpke finally staggers through the curtain with no response to Apokalypse's challenge tonight as SFT's, "Titans 84", faded to black.
