SFT Presents: Monday Night Chaos (Ep7, 10/04/2017)

RW: Mr. Amazing loves all the attention.

They stand toe to toe as the bell rings.


JC: Here we go.


Amazing strikes first with a clothesline followed by his patented Blue Thunder Bobm!


RW: Where did that come from?


Amzing still with huge smile as he covers Twilight and the ref counts

1………..

2………….

kickout!


JC: Damnit.


Amazing sets up and flies with a forearm smash!


RW: Hulk smash!


Amazing still hasnt lost his grin.


JC: Twilight makes that smile go away with a mule kick!


Amazing falls hard holding himself.


RW: hahahaha.


Twilight now with a hurricana as Amazing was starting to get up.


JC: I dont think I see Twilight take to the air too often.


Twilight clikmbs the ropes and is appears to be setting up for a blockbuster. Twilight waits for Amazing to get up as he does he flies but Amazing sort of catches him/sits on him and uses Twilight's own momentum to roll him into a boston crab!


JC: Uh oh!

RW: Twilight is in trouble here.


Amazing applying pressure and Twilight in obvious pain. But Twilight starts to drag himself and Amazing towards the ropes. Amazing doesnt let Twilight get to the ropes he stands up before and nails him with an elbow in the back of the head.


JC: Vicious by Amazing!


Amazing now waits for Twilight and climbs the turnbuckle as Twilight stands up we see Amazing fly with a springboard uppercut. But Twilight raises as arm and they both catch each other at the same time as they tumble outside the ring!


RW: Damn!


As they tumble on the outside they stand up and start brawling on the outside. Trading punches!


JC: its turned into complete and utter chaos!


The fans cheer on, as the ref counts

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2………

3………

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5……….

6……….


RW: Are they even paying attention to the ref?

JC: Apparently not.


Amazing with a bionic elbow as he levels Twilight! The ref still counting

7……...

8………..

9……...

Amazing turns to get into the ring

10….he's in a fraction too late!

RW: Damn Amazing got into the ring too late!

WINNER: DOUBLE COUNT OUT

RW: First blood – this should be great!

JC: Who knows what’s going to happen!

RW: Well, the first guy who bleeds, loses!

The two superstars circle each other waiting for the bell to ring. When it rings, they stop and both roll out of the ring. Robert Saints pushes the ring announcer out of their chair and folds it up, while Emerson is looking under the ring for a weapon. However, he can’t find anything so he rolls back into the ring and waits for Robert.

RW: Uh oh – no weapons under the ring?!

Robert Saints walks up the ringsteps slowly holding the chair and smiling at Emerson. Emerson comes across and shouts at Robert but he swings the chair at him.

JC: Emerson just got out of the way in time.

Robert makes his way into the ring but is met by a dropkick by Emerson which causes him to drop the chair. Emerson picks him up and whips him into the ropes, meeting him with another dropkick.

RW: Boom!

Emerson looks around for the chair and bends down to pick it up but Robert Saints hits him with a bulldog out of nowhere!

RW: Wow! He got up quick!

Both men get up to their feet slowly and lock up in the centre of the ring. Emerson twists Robert into an arm bar and runs him into the turnbuckle. Emerson rolls backwards and charges into Robert’s back, sending his face into the top turnbuckle again. He turns away and raises his arms to the crowd, met with cheers. When he turns round, Robert Saints comes charging out to the centre of the ring and the two start slugging it out in the middle of the ring. After 5 heavy blows each, Robert starts to sway and Emerson bounces off the ropes and nails him with a flying clothesline.

RW: This is a slugfest! These guys are beating the crap out of each other!

Emerson picks Robert Saints up and leans him against the ropes. Emerson backs up and charges towards him. However, Robert pulls the ropes down and Emerson tumbles out to the outside. Robert slids out of the ring and kicks Emerson in the gut, he then drops him with a DDT. Robert Saints gets back up and takes a few steps away, leaning against the security barrier to catch his breath. After a few seconds, he walks back over but Emerson is nowhere to be seen!

RW: What the hell?! Where did Emerson go?

JC: He’s not ran into the crowd or something…?

Robert starts looking around and yelling for Emerson, who has crawled out from under the ring on the opposite side carrying a kendo stick.

RW: Uh oh…

As Robert Saints comes walking around the corner of the ring, Emerson swings the kendo stick but Robert gets his arm up, blocking the blow to his head! Emerson drops the stick and runs at Robert who meets him with a belly-to-belly suplex onto the floor!

RW: God damn… What’s it going to take?!

Robert picks Emerson up and drags him back to the announce tables. He drags Emerson onto the top of the table and sets him up for a powerbomb but Emerson powers out and flips him backwards off the table into the ring announcer and timekeeper.

RW: No-one escapes! Thank god, I'm damn fed up of our table getting the brunt over everyone aggression.

Emerson hops down off the table but Robert Saints swings something at him and he falls backward…

RW: He’s just hit him with the bell!

JC: That might be lights out!

Emerson is down on all fours, dizzily shaking his head but not bleeding. Robert Saints stands, waiting for Emerson to get back up and run at him with the bell again. Emerson unsteadily gets to his feet and turns around. Robert charges but Emerson ducks. Robert tries to boot him in the stomach but Emerson catches his leg. Enziguri!

Emerson is leaning against the announce table, he looks like he’s struggling to stand. Robert lines him up one more time to hit him with the ring bell, charges and… Emerson dives to the side and he crashes over the announce table!

RW: Jesus Christ! Are you okay?

JC: …

RW: Oh man, JC is out cold!

JC: I'm ok, I'm ok, but damn it, leave our table alone!

RW: This is one hell of a match folks!

Both Emerson and Robert are struggling to get to their feet but Emerson finds his way to the ring apron and grabs the steel chair from earlier in the match. He swings it at Robert but is met with a drop kick and the chair hits him in the face. He doesn’t go down and swings again, making contact with Robert Saint’s back.

RW: These are some sick chair shots!

Robert leans against the announce table as Emerson smacks him over the back again. He howls in pain as Emerson grins and looks for cheers from the fans.

RW: I think Emerson is going to keep hitting Robert Saints until some part of him is cut open!

Emerson hits Roberts a third time and he crumples onto the table. Emerson cheers and drops the chair. He walks over with the intention of grabbing Robert and picking him up for his signature move but BAM! Robert Saints has grabbed one of the TV monitors from the table and swung it into Emerson’s face before collapsing on the floor.

RW: Holy crap! But is he bleeding…!?

Emerson lies on the floor clutching his face as the referee sprints over to find out if he is bleeding. The ref calls for the bell as Emerson turns around to the camera to show a huge gash on his forehead with blood pouring down his face.

WINNER: ROBERT SAINTS

RW: Robert Saints wins! Emerson is all sorts of bloody!

JC: Wait… What happened? I'm a little dizzy!

RW: Morning JC, welcome to Monday Night Chaos!

Robert Saints celebrates in the ring as Emerson is helped to his feet by the referee, but he shakes off his help and walks slowly to the back as both men get a round of applause from the crowd!

RW: That was awesome!

JC: I guess I’ll take your word for it…"

JC: Wow, now here is some music I’ve not heard in a long time!

RW: Indeed, could it be that our current world champion has returned to his old ways?

The lights in the area come up and the crowd goes ballistic as Glenn Owen is walking down the ramp making his way to the ring. He’s wearing black trousers, a dark green vest and has an all too familiar red wristband on his right arm.

JC: Randy look, he’s here, and it’s the Glenn Owen of old…. Wow, talk about nostalgia.

RW: It’s Glenn Owen all right, but what a throwback. Is he resurrecting the Dead Pac or something!

Glenn makes his way up the ring steps and stands centre ring. He pulls microphone from his pocket, gets down on one knee and places his one hand flat on the ring mat. The crowd wait for him to do something, and an entire minute passes but Glenn just stays on one knee with his hand on the mat, motionless. As the crowd goes all but silent he raises the microphone with his other hand and begins to speak.

Glenn: People think that Strike Fantasy Towers is dead…. It is not dead. (the crowd cheers). People think that I have forgotten, forgotten what we were and forgotten what we currently and always will be….. But again I say to you all watching……. I have never forgotten…….

The crowd cheers and Glenn gets to his feat….

RW: Strong words John, strong words indeed….

Glenn: We’ve been back in action a while now, and through the bad times and worst times it’s by the pure bloody mindedness of individuals like me that we’re still here! But there is one thing that I’ve forgotten, one things that I have failed to adhere to and that my friends needs to change. I’ve been in recent times what I’ve needed to be, been the person that you rely upon as our world champion…. And whilst that has indeed been necessary, I have indeed forgotten who I really am.

The crowd once again erupts in cheers.

JC: We’ll never forgot who you are Glenn

RW: Indeed, that’s probably the one thing we both agree on.

Glenn: I’ve rebuilt our home from the ground up, and with the help of others we hold on by the skin of our teeth, but that is not who we are, and that is not who I am. My name is Glenn Owen, good to meet you all. I’ve been here for 17 years, and in my time I was the most frightening, most deadly serious but also the most unstoppable force that has ever set foot in this ring… well apart from one man maybe, my soul mate who now looks down on me from the twilight….. but it’s for him that I’m standing here today, and it’s for him that I’ve decided to one more time be the man who I always was…… his greatest opponent, and the most frightening force that has ever graced this ring.

The crowd are now standing on their feet and chanting Glenn’s name…..

But something’s not quite right is it? See without evil there can be no good, that is indeed the circle of life that will always be constant. As within so without…… and for me to be who I am, I need those around me to step up and be who they can be, and I’m talking to all you wrestlers back stage right now, and to all of those out there watching who may be considering a return….

JC: God Randy, Glenn’s calling out the roster! Like all of them! Old and new….

RW: Well he’s never been one to show fear now has he?

Glenn: You all want to be great wrestlers…. Prove it….. You claim to want to be champions! Strange because champions don’t hide in the dark…. They don’t sit back and watch others take the glory they themselves desire….. They come out week in and week out, and they fight for everything they get. They run their mouth, they force themselves upon you, and they don’t let go until they get the shot they desire….. All of you back there, all of you combined, for all the talent and experience you have….. You still don’t show the desire that’s required…. You still cower in fear, give up before the game has begun, and when you do that my friends to disrespect me, and you disrespect all of us that have left out blood and guts in this ring for the cause we all have fought for over the years….

And so I issue a challenge to you all. You be who you what to be and fight as hard as you need to, and in return I’ll be who I am! When that happens, and only then will you truly understand the meaning of what a “great” wrestlers is! But more importantly you will learn life lessons the likes of which I was so privileged to learn back in the day……. That my friends is what SFT really is….. and by shear force if necessary that is what I’ll make SFT once again……. So the choice is yours now everyone…. Step up to the plate or cower in darkness. Either way, I’ll be waiting…..

Glenn drops the mic and as his music once again can be heard around the area, he makes his way out of the ring and slowly up the ramp to the backstage area as the crowd are still on their feet.

RW: Powerful words by one of our true legends John.

JC: Very powerful, he’s calling the roster to action so it would seem. I just hope they step up to the plate, because a full force Glenn Owen in all his glory is something I’m dying to once again see.

RW: We’ll talk about this some more surely, but on with the show….

JC: Yeah we made it, you’ve been out of sorts tonight so I’m surprised you lasted!

RW: What?

JC: Well you’ve not really been on your game have you.

RW: John, I swear to god, that stupid suite has gone to your head.

JC: Shut up Randy, I’m a patriot! Just call the damn match will you!

Ring Announcer: Ladies and gentleman, the next match is for the Strike Fantasy Towers Intercontinental Championships. And introducing first, the challenger, hailing from Prekaz, Kosovo, weighing in at 200lbs, Lucas Balkan.

The arena lights cut suddenly.

The screen momentarily goes dark but flickers into light, TV static, as the brooding, Eastern music fills the arena. The static lasts for 30 seconds while a large black eagle’s silhouette fades into shot.

As the lights come back on to the Prophecy by Soulfly, the eagle fades away, replaced by one word.

BALKAN

When the vocals start, Lucas Balkan brushes the curtain aside and walks out onto the ramp with his hood up. He pauses, listening to the crowd before moving further towards the ring. Grainy images of border walls and shadowy men in dark hoodies, of cigarette smoke and eagle claws, dance on the big screen above him.

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: That’s Balkan alright, he looks ready for business as always.

JC: Well he’s going to need to be, because the champion isn’t going to give up his belt without one hell of a fight.

RW: We seem to agree once again, that’s twice tonight!

Ring Announcer: And now his opponent, hailing from Lawton, Oklahoma, weighing in at 282 lbs… The current Strike Fantasy Towers Intercontinental Champion….. Big Kent” Jackson Kent!

He walks down the ramp way 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 now stare at each other in the middle of the ring as the crowd begin to quiet down. Jackson looks determine and throws the first punch, no sooner has he done that the bell rings for the match to begin.

RW: And we’re away. Jackson looks like he doesn’t have time to lose!

The two men trade blows in the middle of the ring, but then stop and eye each other up some more. They both lock into each other and Balkan gets the better of Kent and puts him in a headlock, but Kent reverses it and pushes Balkan into the ring rope, hitting him with a clothesline on his return. Balkan gets straight up but meets Kent’s fist square in the centre of his face, Kent then lifts Balkan up and throws him through the ring ropes onto the mat below. Now Jackson Kent raises his arm as the crowd begin the cheer.

JC: Told you, Jackson’s my guy, he’s focused, he’s ready, and he’s already dishing out a world of pain.

RW: Jackson Kent taking it to Lucas Balkan here folks.

Kent gets out of the ring, but Balkan suddenly gets to his feet and gives Kent an uppercut, then into a DDT and now it’s Jackson Kent that’s on the ground. Lucas gets to his feet and starts kicking away at Kent, he brings him to his feet and then connects with a Tornado DDT, now it looks like Jackson Kent is well out of it.

JC: Talk about you’re turn of fortune, now its Balkan dishing out the pain.

Balkan picks Kent up and throws him into the ring. He climbs in himself and goes for the cover.

1……

Kickout

RW: Jackson is nowhere near ready to lay down yet, that was a fast kick out.

JC: I told you, the guys made of Iron

Balkan gets up and composes himself for a moment, as Jackson Kent also rises to his feet. Both of them start to once again trade blows, with each smash to the face accompanied by large noises from the crowd. It’s Kent that manages to get the upper hand, and after throwing him into the ring rope on his return hits Balkan with big boot right to the face. Balkan goes down straight away and Kent starts to follow up with kicks to the mid section. Balkan manages to swing his leg around and sweep Kent of his feet. Now both men are down and slowly make their way to their feet. Kent throws himself of the ring rope and hits Balkan with a running bicycle kick. Jackson Kent goes for the cover…

1…..

2……

Kickout

Kent straight away turns to the ref and starts to complain about a slow count, but the ref is having none of it and waves him away. As Kent turns around Balkan hits Kent with an uppercut and brings him to his knees. He then grabs him by the hair and pulls him over to the side of the ring, and when attempting to throw him over the side, Kent grabs hold of Balkans head and drags him out of the ring with him. Now both me are lying outside the ring once again. This time it’s Balkan that’s first to his feet, his picks Kent up and slams his face into the announcers table, and Kent bounces back and falls to the floor.

JC: Not all this again, damn we’re trying to work here.

RW: These two are really going at it folks, it seems the technicalities of wrestling are going out the window, these guys just want to go at it.

JC: The IC titles on the line, what do you expect Randy you fool? But why oh why does it always effect our table! Balkan you bum, take your business to the ring.

Balkan suddenly turns and looks straight at John Cartright, and John completely freezes!

RW: Err, I think he heard you John!

Balkan goes and picks up Jackson Kent, he carries him over and lays him over the announcers table. He then steps back up to the ring and stands on the side, and raises his hand to the crowd!

RW: Damn John, let’s get out of her…

JC: Agreed….

Balkan launches himself off the ring towards the table, going for the flying elbow drop, which he connects perfectly, but also sends himself flying to the ground as the table completely collapses. Now both wrestlers are a total mess lying on the floor!

RW: Good God, Jackson Kent must be broken in half, and Lucas Balkan doesn’t look to clever either.

JC: Never mind them look at our table!

RW: If you hadn’t have run your mouth, we might not be in this mess damn it!

Lucas slowly, very slowly gets to his feet. Jackson Kent is still laying on the floor, by now the ref is starting it count. Lucas gets to his feet and drags Kent with him, throwing him into the ring first and following behind him, ending the count. He moves Kent into the middle of the ring and goes for the cover….

1………

2………

Kickout!

RW: What!

JC: You have to be kidding me!

Lucas Balkan looks horrified that Kent managed to kick out. He composes himself on his feet and looks like his about to enter a fit of rage. He grabs Jackson Kent and executes perfectly a No Borders double Arm DDT. He then goes for the cover once again..

1……

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WINNER: LUCAS BALKAN

RW: He’s done it, he finally got the pin!

The bell rings to signal the end of the match!

Ring Announcer: Ladies and Gentleman, the winner by Pin Fall, and NEW Strike Fantasy Towers Intercontinental Champion….. Lucas Balkan.

Balkan grabs the belt, makes his way to the corner of the ring and raises it above his head.

RW: What a match John, what a match!

JC: I didn’t think he was ever going to pin him. Man Jackson Kent did not want to give up that belt!

RW: Folks it’s been an amazing night here on SFT Chaos, makes sure you tune in next time for another action packed show…..

JC: Yeah, and don’t forget to buy yourself some great clothes and prove you’re a true American.

RW: John, Shut up. Guy’s thanks for joining us on this fantastic night, until next time, Goodnight and god bless.

The show closes with Jackson Kent now on his feet and slowly walking up the ramp, with Lucas Balkan still celebrating in the ring.