Titans 85 Results

The lights dim and a band comes out on the elevated stage, it is Papa Roach. They begin to play Last Resort as the crowd suddenly comes alive and becomes almost deafening.

RW: Mesa has come alive, and if this is a sign of things to come, lets just say it’ll be quite the night.

JC: I couldnt agree with you more Randy.

And tonight we will have the Hardcore title defended as well as the World Title.

RW: I know I cant wait!

JC: Well lets get this show on the road!


Jamo vs. Reno Destiny vs. Jackson Kent (triple threat match)


We come back from commercial as all three men are already in the ring. The bell sounds off and we begin with Jamo with a standing sidekick then a clothesline on Jackson. As Reno is getting up Jamo runs off the ropes and bulldogs him right into the mat face first!

RW: Nice, nice

Jackson is getting up and Jamo grabs him and faceplants him right back into the mat!

JC: Jamo is on fire!

But no sooner is that said than Reno sweeps the legs and hits an elbow drop on Jamo. Jackson gets up and Reno spears him right back down!

RW: Now Reno taking control.

Reno plays to the crowd as he kicks Jamo in the face as he is getting up again. Jackson clips him from behind the lags as Reno falls over! Jackson now with a running big boot on Reno as he was getting up!

JC: Now its Jackson in control!

RW: Its like a 3 ways see saw.

Jackson now eggs the crowd on and they are more than happy to boo him. Jackson just smiles.

JC: Good to see Jackson in the ring, good to see all three men in the ring, all three are former everything here in SFT.

Jamo and Reno start brawling with each other near the ropes. When all of a sudden Jackson comes flying with a drop kick from hell as he sends both men up and over the ropes!

RW: Well that was one awesome way to clear the ring.

Jackson is slow to get and Reno and Jamo are not moving at all on the outside of the ring. The ref starts to count 1…………….2…………..Jackson is up now standing next to the ref, the ref keeps counting 1…………...2………………..3………………..4………………..5…………….Jamo starts to come alive……………..6……………………..7……………………...8………...Reno opens his eyes………….9……..Jamo is on his feet, and Reno is trying to get up….10!!!!

The ref calls for the bell.

RW: That is it, neither Jamo nor Reno could make it back in the ring before the 10 count, Jackson wins the match!

Winner: Jackson Kent via double count out.


The Accountant vs. Jack Jones (Halliburton briefcase on a pole match #1 to IC title match)


RW: "So this next match is going to be a number one contender's match with a unique stipulation. As you see in the corner, a pole has been erected and strapped to the top is the Accountant's Halliburton briefcase. The first wrestler to grab it has a chance to use it against their opponent, but the match is still decided under normal one fall conditions."

JC: "And the winner of this match also becomes the number one contender to the Intercontinental Championship. The match was made after Jack Jones cost the Accountant his chance at the Hardcore title in his match last week against Eli Martin."

"Friends in Low Places" by Garth Brooks plays over the loudspeakers as Jack Jones appears on the ramp. He casually walks down to the ring, paying no mind to the fans or others. He steps betwee the ring ropes and stretches, eyeing the Halliburton briefcase that sits above the pole.

"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.

When the Accountant steps through the ropes, Jones tears into him, pummeling the Accountant with a flurry of axehandles to the back when his opponent tries to get off the canvas. Jones then whips the Accountant into the ropes and gives him a back body drop and the Accountant heads to the floor. Jones follows him, smashing his opponent's head into the ring steps and then whipping him into the guardrail.

JC: "Jones came to fight tonight. He looks reinvigorated after getting a possible title shot at the SFT's second most important championship."

Jones slides back into the ring and starts climbing the turnbuckles so he can grab the Halliburton briefcase. When he reaches the top rope, though, the Accountant has already slid back into the ring and knocks his ankles out from under him, crotching Jones on the top rope. The Accountant then delivers a super side suplex to his opponent. The Accountant stomps Jones several times and then leans his opponent over the second rope he can choke him. As he does so, the Accountant throws down several taunts to Jones about how he is not good enough to grace him in the ring with his presence. The Accountant follows up with a running powerslam and begins making his way to the corner. He climbs back to the top rope, only to have Jones follow, lift the Accountant into an electric chair drop position, and fall backwards towards the canvas.

RW: "The impact of that move early shattered the ring, John! It seems that whomever is going for the briefcase is in for a world of hurt!"

Jones manages to get to his feet first and he pulls the Accountant off the canvas for a suplex. Jones follows up with an elbow drop and then climbs the second rope to deliver a leg drop. He whips the Accountant into the corner, but when he charges in, the Accountant lifts his leg at the last second and a dazed Jones staggers to the center of the ring. The Accountant flies off with a bulldog. Content that he has done enough damage to his opponent, the Accountant begins climbing to the top rope again but then makes the mistake of changing his mind in going for the briefcase and decides to try the Write Off when Jones gets to his feet. However, Jones ducks the flying clothesline and the Accountant crashes face-first into the canvas. Jones does not waste any time and scales the top rope, climbing the pole, and acquiring the briefcase.

JC: "All those habits on the farm are serving Jones well here, he navigated the pole with no difficulty!"

Jones jumps back down to the canvas, where a groggy Accountant is getting to his feet. He runs at the Accountant to deliver a blow with the case, but the Accountant side steps him and uses a drop toe hold, causing Jones to fall forward and go head-first into the briefcase. The impact of the blow seems to have knocked Jones out cold and the Accountant carefully gets to his feet and walks over to pick up the case. With an incensed look in his face, the Accountant pummels Jones' back over and over and over again with the case. The referee checks on Jones' condition and asks if he wants to continue, but Jones is not responsive so the referee calls for the bell.

RW: "Jones gave this a good fight, but one poor move led to his undoing. And the Accountant needs to stop this barbarous assault! This is getting out of hand!"

The Accountant continues to reign down blows on his opponent, pushing the referee aside to continue his assault. Finally, a crew of other SFT officials runs down to the ring and create distance between the Accountant and his opponent, with the Accountant leaving the ring to a chorus of boos.

Winner: The Accountant via referee stoppage


Reaper vs. Eli Martin (Hardcore Championship Match)


RW: "Eli Martin has quickly made a name for himself in SFT, riding a small undefeated streak into this match, which he earned after defeating the Accountant on the last Titans."

JC: "And he will face a stern test in a quest to win his first SFT title. Martin is not a hardcore wrestler, so it will be interesting to see if his style meshes here."

The lights in the arena go out. Seconds later, the music portion of "Harvester of Sorrow" by Metallica begins to play. The introduction of the song goes on for roughly 40 seconds. Next thing we know, the beat picks up as strobe lights begin to flash through the arena. Then, Reaper emerges from behind the curtain. He smirks at the crowd while maintaining a steady pace down the ramp. Once reaching ringside, Reaper reaches up; Grabs the middle rope and pulls himself up onto the ring apron before climbing into the ring. Reaper holds up the Hardcore title for fans to see before giving it to the referee.

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.

The bell rings and Reaper and Martin move to the center of the ring. The two talk some trash to each other before Martin suddenly grabs a headlock. Reaper uses his power to throw Martin into the ring ropes and when Martin tries a shoulderblock, Reaper does not move. Martin does it again and Reaper still manages to stay upright. When Martin tries a third time, Reaper catches him with a powerslam off the ropes.

JC: "It looks like Martin is trying to wrestle this match in a technical way, but I do not think it is going to stay that way for long."

Reaper proceeds to lift Martin into a gorilla press position and despite the referee warning him not to throw his competitor to the outside, Reaper does so. Like a typical hardcore match, the bout moves to the floor and Reaper picks Martin off the arena mats and slams his head into the apron. However, when he tries to whip his opponent into the ring steps, Martin reverses out of desperation and Reaper collides knees-first into the steps, flying over them to the other side of the ring. Martin perches himself on part of the dissheveled steps and drops an elbow to his opponent's left knee and then follows up with another elbow drop to the knee from a standing position. Martin then turns Reaper over in a half Boston crab, torquing the left knee as much as he can but the champion refuses to quit when the referee asks him to do so.

Fans urge Martin to grab weapons and point to their chairs or objects around ringside, but he refuses to heed their instruction. Martin rolls the injured champion into the ring and continues targeting the knee, lifting his opponent's left knee off the canvas and slamming it back down several times. Martin then applies an Indian deathlock, but once again Reaper refuses to submit after enduring many agonizing seconds in the hold. Martin waits for Reaper to get to his feet and delivers a devastaing belly-to-belly suplex and then covers.

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But Reaper kicks out to continue the match. Martin once again lifts his opponent for more punishment, but as he is being lifted, Reaper strikes a low blow, causing Martin to crumple to the canvas in pain. Limping, Reaper delivers a leg drop with his right knee and then heads to the outside, where he throws a chair into the ring. Reaper proceeds to take the chair and waffle Martin with it several times across the back, with the SFT's resident cage fighter crying out in pain from the blows.

JC: "Martin had his chance earlier to use weapons but refused. Reaper is making him pay the price for that now."

Reaper tires of using the chair as a weapon and sets it up in the corner between the top and middle turnbuckles. After taking Martin to the opposite buckle, Reaper throws Martin against the corner and unloads a series of heavy clotheslines as his opponent is sandwiched between his blows and the corner. Martin is staggered by the onslaught but when Reaper goes to whip his opponent into the chair on the other side of the ring, Martin counters the whip and Reaper goes head-first into the chair. Staggered, Reaper moves toward Martin, who blasts him with the EMT.

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RW: "And just like that, Eli Martin is the SFT's new Hardcore Champion!"

JC: "And he didn't even use a weapon during the match!"

Winner and NEW Hardcore Champion: Eli Martin


Apokalypse vs. Rumpke (Hardcore Match, non title match)


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 with a lead pipe in his right hand. He 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... APOKALYPSE!

JC: Look out Apokalyse!!

It was too late, Rumpke had done sent Apokalypse too the ground with a hard hitting close-line that nails the man in the back of his head. Rumpke looks at signals for the referee too ring the bell. Seconds later the bell rings to signal the start of the match.

JC: That's a cheap move by Rumpke!

RW: Rumpke's been doing stuff like this for years and suddenly, now that Rumpke is going up against Apokalypse, your choosing to dislike his cheating?

JC: Yes, exactly!

RW ....

Rumpke is peeling Apokalypse off of the rampway when all of a sudden, Apok grabs the drunk before he belly to belly suplexes him up the ramp! Rumpke lands on his back and grimmaces in pain while Apokalypse has a huge grin on his face as he bends over to grab the lead pipe. The fans are chearing loudly, further instigating what Apokalypse already has planned. Apok waits for the drunk to get back up to his feet.

RW: What did Rumpke pull out of his pocket?

JC: I don't know but Apokalypse seems to have missed it! He should already be swinging the lead pipe!

Rumpke makes it back up to his feet and turns around while quickly throwing some sort of powder in Apokalypse's eyes before the man could swing his lead pipe. Apokalypse drops the lead pipe and tries to rub the substance out of his eyes while Rumpke see's an opening and takes it by sending a swift kick to Apokalypse's balls!

JC: What a scoundrel!

RW: I'm not going to argue with you on that!

The kick to his balls has Apokalypse fall too his knees and then onto his back while he's all red in the face. A large smile sweeps across Rumpke's face as he grabs a beer from one of the fans and drinks all of it very quickly. The drunk then grabs Apokalypse by the head and pulls the man up to his knees before Apok nails Rumpke with a low blow!! Rumpke's smile turns into a grimace as he bends over using his hands to cover his family jewels. Rumpke also begins staggering up the ramp and away from Apokalypse who is now up onto his feet.

RW: Titans must go to commercial, we'll be back right after a message from our sponsors.

(-- Commercial break --) We hear "Whiskey on the Rocks" by ACDC begin to play, white text begins to appear on a black screen. It says, "Are you tired of the same boring whiskey? Do you want something with one hell of a kick to it? Then you should try.." A video begins to play and this reveals a table with "Southern Comfort, Wild Turkey, Jack Daniels and Crown Royal" fifth bottles on it. Suddenly four bottles of Kentucky Cornshine shatter these other bottles before the video fades to black as more text comes on the screen, it says, "Kentucky Cornshine, the smoothest whiskey on the market that will kick ass!"

After the commercial break, we come back to see that Rumpke and Apokalypse are exchanging blows backstage in a vendor's section of this venue. There are many fans around who are cheering at the savage blows that both men are exchanging. Rumpke's face is bloody from a vicious chair shot that Apokalypse gave him. A small screen appears to show the replay shows that Apok broke the steel chair over Rumpke's head with one blow!

RW: Welcome back folks, these two men have fought their way back to the concessions area of this venue and it's been a vicious fight. So far there's only been one pin attempt and this was Apokalypse pinning Rumpke after the brutal chair shot that you have just witnessed.

JC: The referee counted too slow! The match should be over by now!

RW: No, the count was fine, you're being biased.

Apokalypse once again gets the upper hand on this slugging match by sending a swift knee crashing into Rumpke's balls. Apokalypse then grabs the drunk by the hand before slinging the man over the beer vendors counter; the drunk one hits the counter with enough force to flip him over it. The crowd cheers loudly as Apokalypse begins showboating for the crowd. We see a couple of hands reach up onto the beer counter before a bloody Rumpke pulls himself up to his feet, he looks at Apokalypse as Apok looks at the drunk with a sadistic smile on his face. Rumpke smiles back as he gestures for Apokalypse to wait a minute. Apokalypse nods while Rumpke grabs two tall boys. He then tosses one to Apokalypse who catches it. Both men, pop the top before they proceed to chug the beer.

JC: What is this?

RW: Looks like their both having a drink!

JC: NO!!! Don't give Rumpke the time to drink! Oh dear..

Apokalypse finishes his beer first and then showboats about drinking his beer faster than the drunk! The crowd cheers at Apokalypse once again as Rumpke finally finishes his beer. The drunk smiles while he claps for Apokalypse. Then Rumpke motions for Apokalypse to wait, Apok nods. The drunk reaches for a shelf behind the counter and grabs a bottle of Kentucky Cornshine as well as two double shot glasses. He turns to look back at Apokalypse with an even larger smile on his face. Rumpke opens the bottle and fills both of the shot glasses before motioning for Apokalypse to come grab them.

JC: These two are going to get drunk during their match!

RW: I wouldn't expect anything less from Rumpke but I'm surprised that Apokalypse is going on with this. He's got to know that this is playing into the drunks hand.

JC: Maybe but who's to say that Apokalypse can't handle his liquor?

Apokalypse grabs one of the double shot glasses, lifts it up close to his nose and then grimaces while shaking his head "no".. Rumpke smiles while shaking his head "yes" before he grabs one of the full double shot glasses and quickly drinks the contents. Just after he gets the drink swallowed, Apokalypse latches onto the half full bottle of Kentucky Cornshine and smashes it over Rumpke's head!

JC: HA HA HA!!! That's hilarious! Apokalypse used one of Rumpke's favorite weapons against him!

Apokalypse goes behind the counter and pins the drunk.

Referee: 1..2 Kickout!

Apokalypse looks at the referee and smacks his hands together three times, showing frustration that the drunk was able to kick out but the referee suggests that his count was accurate. Apokalypse shakes his head in disbelief as he grabs onto Rumpke's head. Apok then goes to pull the drunk up to his feet when, you guessed it, Rumpke hits Apokalypse in the balls again! The drunk then grabs Apokalpse by the head and smashes it into the beer counter, this cuts open the Intercontinental champ. Rumpke shoves the man onto the ground before he grabs another bottle of Kentucky Cornshine off of the shelf, he pops the top and takes a long drink from the bottle. Then, the drunk pours the remaining contents of the bottle into Apokalypse's eyes. The stunned man, instantly wakes up and covers his eyes before he uses his feet to sweep Rumpke's legs out from underneath him. Rumpke falls down and busts his head onto the corner of the counter. The former hardcore champion lays there and squirms as he grasps at the back of his head. The referee begins to count and makes it to four before Apokalypse begins to slowly raise up. At the 5 count, Rumpke also slowly raises up while Apokalypse has made it to his knees. The Intercontinental champion throws a stiff punch that finds its mark and this rocks Rumpke a bit. Apokalypse then grabs an empty bottle of Kentucky Cornshine and swings it at the drunk but this time, the bottle is blocked before Rumpke suddenly lunges at Apokalypse with a right handed hook. The blow finds it's mark and Apokalypse is down again! Rumpke pins him.

JC: NO!!! GET UP APOKALYPSE!!!

Referee: 1..2.. Kickout!

JC: Phew, that was close..

RW: Indeed it was.

Rumpke gets back up to his feet, staggers over to the liquor shelf and grabs a bottle of Crown Royal. He then opens the bottle and begins to drink from the opened bottle. The drunk chugs the bottle, oblivious to a bloody Apokalypse making it back to his feet. The Intercontinental Champion, takes off running and spears Rumpke into the shelves of liquor! Every single bottle of liquor has been shattered, and based on the blood curdling wail that Rumpke is letting out; Some of the glass must be digging into his back. The drunk squirms around and this only makes matters worse for him because there's no doubt that he's rubbing the glass even deeper into his back.

JC: What a vicious move by Apokalypse!

RW: Apokaplyse has got to go for the pin!

Apok reaches one arm over the drunk. The referee's hand splatters one time over the wet concrete floor as the fans yell "One!" His hand goes up and then it smacks the concrete floor a second time as the fans yell once again, "Two!" The referee is barely able to get his hand up before the drunk kicks out once again and the crowd erupts. Apokalypse crimson covered face is in shock as he grabs Rumpke's head and begins to pull the man up to his feet, his back is now covered in blood with glass in it everywhere. Suddenly, Rumpke uppercuts Apok in the balls once again before he nails Apokalypse with "Last Call". Rumpke then goes for the pin.

Referee: 1..2..3!

Winner: Rumpke

The crowd boos as Rumpke gets up to his feet, the blood soaked drunk shrugs before he rips a beer out of a fan's hand, naturally this fan boos even louder. Rumpke begins drinking this beer and moments later, Apokalypse comes from behind, quickly grabs the Drunken Brawler and hits him with Apokalypse Now!

RW: Personally, I'm betting these two could go on for awhile longer but they're going to have to continue brawling on their own time because the World Title match is coming up next!

The crowd erupts with cheers for Apokalypse as the scene cuts to commercial.


Robert Saints vs. Emerson (World Title match)


RW: Here we go! It's time for the main event of the evening!

JC: I can't wait!

Rockhouse by Frank Shelly plays over the arena as Robert Saints, Kelly Robinson and Skullbreaker make their way out to the ring. Robert jumps onto the ring apron holding down the middle rope allowing Kelly Robinson to enter the ring before he slides between the top and middle ropes into the ring himself. Skullbreaker climbs over the top rope and enters the ring where he gives advice to his client Robert before the referee makes both Kelly and Skullbreaker leave the ring before the opponent comes out to the ring.

The lights dim as "Kryptonite" by Three Doors Down begins playing through the arena. Blue strobe lights begin flashing throughout the whole arena . Moments later, the "Ghetto Superman" Emerson explodes out from behind the curtain and the crowd erupts with cheers! He smiles as he quickly moves down to ringside while giving many fans (On both sides of the ramp) high fives. Once Emerson reaches the bottom of the ramp. He jogs around the whole ring and gives fans at ringside high fives as well. Once "Super Em" makes it all of the way around the ring, with a burst of speed, he runs at the ring and slides in before immediately pushing himself up to his feet. Emerson quickly hands the World title to the referee and then jumps up and down so he's able to stay loose while waiting for the opening bell. The referee holds up the World title to signal that this belt is on the line before he calls for the opening bell.

Emerson and Robert move towards each other before Saints goes to hook up with Emerson but Embry quickly gets around the challenger; The champ latches onto Robert's back before lifting him up into the air only to plant the man on his stomach. Emerson quickly shifts his body around so he can get a front headlock on Robert Saints but The Viper is able to slip out of this hold pretty quickly and while doing so, the man applies a wrist lock onto Emerson's left hand. Robert gets fully back up to his feet and applies some pressure. Seconds later, Emerson does a roll and then a flip before he reverses the wrist lock.

RW: What a reversal by Emerson!

The next thing we know, Robert Saints does the same reversal except for after the flip he tosses Emerson to the mat. The World Champ gets up quickly and these two bulls lock up! Both men, they struggle to gain the advantage before Robert is able to push Emerson into the corner. The referee is telling Robert to break it up and seconds later, both, Emerson's as well as Robert's hands go up into the air while Robert backs up. Suddenly, Robert smacks Embry across the face before he laughs at the man. Red in the face, Emerson explodes out of the corner and nails The Viper with a vicious close-line.

JC: Emerson nearly took Robert's head off! Someone calm him down!

RW: Saints had it coming John..

Emerson quickly grabs Robert's legs and goes to setup the Sharpshooter but The Viper get's a leg free before he kicks Emerson in the face! Robert swiftly gets back up to his feet and hits Emerson with a Viper Cutter! Saints goes for the pin while Skullbreaker and Kelly celebrate!

JC: That's it! The Viper Cutter out of nowhere!

The referee smacks his hand on the mat while the fans yell "One!" The referee smacks his hand a second time as the fans yell "Two!" Emerson kicks out before the referee can even raise his hand a third time. The fans erupt in cheers as Kelly, and Skullbreaker begin yelling at the ref.

RW: I can't tell what Skullbreaker and Kelly are saying due to all of these cheers but they look upset!

JC: I'm sure they're complaining about the refs slow count!

RW: There was nothing wrong with the count, stop..

Red in the face, clearly upset, Robert Saints peels Emerson up off of the mat when the champ grabs the back of Roberts head before dropping down, hitting Saints with a jawbreaker that stuns Robert. Emerson swiftly gets back up to his feet, kicks the Viper in the gut before nailing the challenger with his Spiked Piledriver! Emerson goes for the pin.

Referee: 1..2..3!

Winner: Emerson!

RW: What a title defense! Emerson has became one hell of a champion! That's it for Titans this evening folks, we hope you enjoyed your time with us. Take care and have a good night. We'll see you all next Titans for the beginning of the Lethal Lottery!