Post by lucasbalkan on Aug 11, 2020 18:00:13 GMT -5
KICK OFF SHOW
Kelly Adamson: Welcome to SFT Live for Tuesday Night Titans 90!
Jay Michaels: We are two weeks removed from the Finale of the Lethal Lottery tournament and there's lots to discuss!
Kelly Adamson: We have two new champions, with Jamo triumphing to take the hardcore title and Lucas Balkan taking the victory in the Lethal Lottery final and taking the World Title from Emerson.
Jay Michaels: Even though the tournament is over, the fallout from the Lethal Lottery and the next steps start right here tonight!
Kelly Adamson: In fact, it was made clear the day after the Lethal Lottery finale that the new World Champion won't have much time to celebrate!
Kelly Adamson: We have an action packed show tonight with 5 matches on the card with two titles on the line!
Jay Michaels: Our opening match tonight will involve the man who wasn't able to capture the Intercontinental Title last time out, Louis Cypher, facing off against someone who's not been able to capture a win for some time now - Eli Martin.
Kelly Adamson: It looked like Eli Martin had all the potential in the world when he burst onto the scene in SFT but he's gone cold recently...
Jay Michaels: He's gone cold but he's up against a cold blooded opponent tonight in Cypher who will be out to show that his loss to Candace was just a blip.
Kelly Adamson: That's right Jay, these two have been building up their match all week and they both seem fired up!
"to be honest your chance of winning is actually 1% of beating me while me have a huge fucking 100% chance of kicking your arse all over the fucking ring to retain my damn title." - Jamo
Kelly Adamson: Robert Saints wasn't one to stay quiet either!
"I have forgotten more about this business than you'll ever remember. The difference between me and you is that I'm not afraid of doing whatever I need to do in order to leave this dump of a town in Green Bay, Wisconsin as the new SFT Hardcore Champion but can you say the same thing Jamo?" - Robert Saints
Jay Michaels: And Robert Saints doesn't seem to like Green Bay! I don't know why, it seems lovely...
Kelly Adamson: Jamo seems to be doing his best to get himself over the bad blood that exists with some in SFT dating all the way back to Bad Abundance!
Jay Michaels: By the looks of some of the tweets we've seen from SFT fans, it appears to be working!
Kelly Adamson: Well, we'll see how the crowd in Green Bay react to him against Robert Saints!
Kelly Adamson: After the hardcore title match is over, we're straight into another hardcore match - this time between Jay Impact and Rumpke!
Jay Michaels: Yeah, who knows what to expect between these two, Jay Impact didn't seem too happy with Rumpke for changing his match last time out into a hardcore match.
Kelly Adamson: Rumpke just does whatever he pleases, regardless of the consequences.
Jay Michaels: Well, Jay Impact will be looking to deal out some consequences tonight.
Jay Michaels: Apokalypse's presence during that match definitely threw Emerson off his game and allowed Balkan to strike.
Kelly Adamson: Of course, Apokalypse is next in line for a World Title shot but Emerson will want to win here to keep himself in the conversation for future opportunities.
Jay Michaels: That's right Kelly, despite being behind Candace and Twilight in the line.
Kelly Adamson: The current champ seemed nonplussed about who he'd be defending against when the initial announcement was made.
Kelly Adamson: He might feel differently at Titans 91 when he is standing across the ring from Apokalypse...
Jay Michaels: Especially if Apokalypse can address his recent losing streak tonight against a multi-time SFT World Champion in Emerson.
Kelly Adamson: The crowd are sure to be white hot for this match, with Emerson's heart and determination making him a firm favourite with the SFT fans.
Kelly Adamson: And in our main event tonight, the Intercontinental Champion Candace will defend her belt against the enigmatic Twilight.
Jay Michaels: These two have traded some harsh words in the build up to this match. Lots of long words too.
Kelly Adamson: Didn't understand them?
Jay Michaels: Not all of them. But I do understand that this is going to be one heck of a match. Candace will be desperate to hold onto that SFT Intercontinental Title and with the added bonus of a shot against the SFT World Champion at a future show!
Kelly Adamson: I'm sure that both competitors will have one eye on the possible World Title shot but they'll need to stay focused and take things one match at a time. Otherwise, they're likely to find themselves eating the 1..2..3.
Jay Impact: As always, there's so much to look forward to tonight on Tuesday Night Titans 90!
Kelly Adamson: Which will be live after this commercial break!
Jay Michaels: Stay tuned!
COMMERCIAL BREAK
SFT TUESDAY NIGHT TITANS 90Live from the Resch Complex in Green Bay, Wisconsin
RINGSIDE
John Cartwright: That is correct. Thank you to tonight's live band, System of a Down!
Randy White: It's a hell of a start to the night!
John Cartwright: Tonight two of our three titles are on the line!
Randy White: Let's get right to our first match of the evening.
Louis Cypher vs Eli Martin
Standard Match
Standard Match
Louis Cypher is already in the ring when the commentary team finish their introductions.
Randy White: Cypher has really been on a roller coaster of a ride lately.
John Cartwright: Just part of the life of an SFT wrestler.
Eli Martin’s music hits but no one comes out.
Louis Cypher has an annoyed look on his face as he stares at the empty ramp.
Eli’s music hits again and still no Eli.
Randy White: Whats going on?
John Cartwright: I am not sure...
After waiting another minute the ref finally calls for the bell and awards the match to Louis Cypher.
*DING DING DING*
WINNER BY FORFEIT: LOUIS CYPHER
WINNER BY FORFEIT: LOUIS CYPHER
Randy White: That was pretty sad, bye bye Eli I guess…
Jamo vs Robert Saints
Hardcore Title Match
Hardcore Title Match
"Chin Check" by N.W.A music hits the arena and the lights synced with the music. Jamo shows up wearing long black tights with a shotgun logo on both sides, black knee pads, black wrestling boots, black jacket, black MMA gloves and black sunglasses.
Randy White: All hail our new Hardcore Champion.
Ring Announcer: The following contest is a hardcore match for SFT Hardcore Championship. Introducing first, weighing in at 292 pounds, the champion, JAMOO!!
Jamo carrying a baseball bat wrapped with barbed wire as he walks down the ramp slowly, while rubbing the face of his HC Title, slides in to get on the ring climbs up the turnbuckle and does the "too sweet" taunt.
John Cartright: Randy, I can already smell a historical match in SFT history...
"Rockhouse" by Frank Shelly plays over the arena as Robert Saints comes out with a shopping cart full of foreign objects that he can use as weapons.
Ring Announcer: And his opponent weighing in at 245 pounds... ROBERT SAINTS!!!
Saints picks up a fire extinguisher from the cart and jumps onto the ring apron and enters the ring where Jamo is standing there waiting for the challenger to get in. Jamo quickly walks up and swings the barbed wire bat to Saints but Saints ducks at the last second and opens the fire extinguisher right on the champion's face which erupts the crowd as the referee calls for the bell.
John Cartright: The match is underway and what a way to begin it.
Randy White: Just look at the replay.
The screen shows the replay where Jamo tries to attack Robert with a barbed wire bat but eats extinguisher's gas which distracts him. Saints catches Jamo with a quick dropkick and slithers away. Saints with quick uppercut to the HC Champion, but the Champ counters with a big shoulder block. Jamo goes to work on the left arm of Saints and Saints bails out trying to recover. Jamo slides outside the ring and starts searching for some useful object from Saints' own shopping cart.
Randy White: Jamo is plotting to kill the challenger here with his own weapon.
Jamo picks up the wrench and stares at it. Saints quickly hits a right elbow on Jamo's back before he could use the weapon and tries to clothesline him but Jamo ducks and swings the wrench right into Saints chest as the challenger falls down and groans in pain. Jamo throws the wrench and now this time he picks up a tong.
John Cartright: What does Jamo think Robert is? Salad?
Randy White: Maybe noodles?
Jamo sits over Saints chest outside the ring and squeezes Saints nose with the tong and tries to pull it as Saints screams in pain and that leaves him with a bruised red nose. Jamo smiles as he seems to enjoy the beating. He covers Roberts as the ref counts.
1...
2…
Robert Saints kicked out at two!
Randy White: Remember this is a hardcore match where you can also pin your opponent outside the ring.
Jamo quickly picks Saints up and Irish whips him to the apron but Saints jumps and enters inside the ring through the middle rope. Jamo runs behind, enters the ring but gets knocked out by Saints with a successful uppercut this time. Jamo crawls toward the corner of the ring as Saints picks the barbed wire bat that the Champion brought and hits it on the ring mat to provoke Jamo.
John Cartright: Oh boy, Saints is about to even everything by using Jamo's own weapon against him.
Jamo gets to his feet as Saints smashes the barbed wire right over Jamo's head as Jamo falls down and Saints throws the bat outside and wastes no time to hook up the champion's leg. The referee starts counting.
1...
2...
2 ½…
KICKOUT!
Randy White: How in the world anyone would you kick out that?
Jamo kicks out at two and a half, a near fall. Saints couldn't believe that and covered Jamo again but Jamo again kicked out but now exactly at two. Robert Saints in frustration goes outside the ring and brings a table inside the ring. He quickly stacks the table at the corner of the ring, opposite to where Jamo was lying.
John Cartright: Look at the frustration and anger on his face.
He stomps Jamo with a few more kicks on his chest before walking out of the ring, and picks up a lighter liquid bottle from the cart, enters the ring and sprays it all over the table. The crowd gets very pro-Saints the moment he sprays the flammable liquid on the table with a devilish smile on his face.
Randy White: Oh man, I can smell some barbecue here, John. Can you?
John Cartright: I can hear the Fire Brigade sirens in my ears…
Jamo slowly gets to his feet as Robert walks up to him and shoves some right hand on his head and picks him up into a scoop slam but Jamo ducks out from behind and rolls him into a schoolboy to steal a quick pinfall.
1...
2...
3...
NO!
TWO COUNT!
Robert Saints gets his shoulder up at very last second and although the referee did hit his hand on the mat for the third count, he immediately recognized that it is still not the three count and tells the timekeeper not to ring the bell. Both men get to their feet out of confusion to know what happened as Saints hits a quick dropkick to Jamo and locks him in a sleeper-hold. Jamo tries to escape the lock but Saints keep the hold in pressure as Jamo slowly starts to faint.
John Cartright: That's not the right time to sleep, Jamo. WAKE UP!
Randy White: Let him sleep, John. He may need a power nap to recharge his battery.
Robert Saints takes some heavy breaths after seemingly confirming that Jamo is knocked out with the hold. He then looks at the stacked table and slowly walks toward it and pours some more lighter fluid on it. He takes out a tiny lighter from his underwear and sets the table of fire as the flames from the table start to rise up to one feet.
John Cartright: Oh no no no no!! Somebody call 911.
The crowd erupts and are on their feet. Robert Saints, staring at the flames going up in the air, laughs out loud and turns around to pick up Jamo but Jamo isn't lying there anymore. He sneakily exit the ring and re-enters it from behind, turns him around and kicks him in the gut. He then locks Saints' arms under his own and hits him with a Full Nelson Slam right on the flaming table ends up giving both himself and Robert Saints some crucial burns.
Randy White: Double Barbecue!
The SFT officials nearby immediately opens the fire extinguishers to the flaming area to bring the flames down as Jamo slowly crawls toward Saints and puts his arms over Saints shoulder. The referee checks Saints shoulder and starts to count.
1…
2…
3!
*DING DING DING*
Randy White: Holy. Shit.
John Cartwright: Time for a commercial break I think...
Jamo's music starts playing in the ring as the referees start helping him to get on his feet and is handed over the hardcore title. The EMT immediately arrive at the ring to check on both men as the screen replays the finishing scene of the match over and over.
WINNER BY PINFALL: JAMORandy White: Holy. Shit.
John Cartwright: Time for a commercial break I think...
COMMERCIAL BREAK
BACKSTAGE
The camera opens backstage where new SFT World Champion Lucas Balkan is sitting on a chair resting his feet on the table in front of him. Also on the table is a monitor where he has just watched Jamo and Robert Saints beat the crap out of each other and his SFT World Championship belt.
Balkan smiles approvingly at the ending of the SFT Hardcore Title match before noticing a random backstage helper/random goober has appeared.
Random Backstage Guy: Mr Balkan? A note for you...
Lucas Balkan looks at him and motions for him to bring the note to him. He opens the folded piece of paper and looks at it, furrowing his brow in confusion. By the time he looks back up, the random SFT staffer is gone.
He crumples up the paper and tosses it on the floor, shaking his head. The camera pans past the partly crumpled paper on the floor, revealing no writing but just a symbol.
RINGSIDE
John Cartwright: You've Got Mail!
Randy White: Groan...
John Cartwright: Anyway... next up we have an interesting match up... Jay Impact vs. Rumpke... hardcore rules!
Randy White: This will be a violent matchup to be sure.
John Cartwright: There will be blood!
BACKSTAGE
The camera opens backstage where new SFT World Champion Lucas Balkan is sitting on a chair resting his feet on the table in front of him. Also on the table is a monitor where he has just watched Jamo and Robert Saints beat the crap out of each other and his SFT World Championship belt.
Balkan smiles approvingly at the ending of the SFT Hardcore Title match before noticing a random backstage helper/random goober has appeared.
Random Backstage Guy: Mr Balkan? A note for you...
Lucas Balkan looks at him and motions for him to bring the note to him. He opens the folded piece of paper and looks at it, furrowing his brow in confusion. By the time he looks back up, the random SFT staffer is gone.
He crumples up the paper and tosses it on the floor, shaking his head. The camera pans past the partly crumpled paper on the floor, revealing no writing but just a symbol.
RINGSIDE
John Cartwright: You've Got Mail!
Randy White: Groan...
John Cartwright: Anyway... next up we have an interesting match up... Jay Impact vs. Rumpke... hardcore rules!
Randy White: This will be a violent matchup to be sure.
John Cartwright: There will be blood!
Jay Impact vs RumpkeStandard Match
"Just Close Your Eyes" by Story of the Year hits in the PA system as Jay Impact walks out at the entrance stage in a deluxe yacht hat, walking on the ramp and gets inside the ring by sliding through the bottom rope and climbs on the ring corner to pose for the fans.
Drums and a base guitar sets the opening of "Peace Sells" by Megadeth. Seconds after the vocals of Dave Mustaine begin, a scarred Rumpke trips and falls down through the curtain before landing flat on his face.
The drunk lays there motionless for at least ten seconds before he slowly pushes himself up to his feet. Rumpke wobbles back and forth with one eye open and his other shut while he appears to be trying to regain an obvious loss of balance.
John Cartwright: Rumpke isn't bringing any alcohol with him tonight!? That's a first time I've seen this in many years!
Randy White: By the looks of it, Rumpke's drank well past his limit for a change. Oh no, look out..!
Rumpke had tried to walk down the ramp but once again tripped and then proceeded to roll all of the way down the ramp before slamming his face into the corner of a guardrail!
Meanwhile, we see Jay Impact standing in the ring, looking down at the drunk with a puzzled look on his face. Captain Canada looks at the referee and appears to ask him, "What in the heck is going on?"
Also confused, the referee shrugs his shoulders as we see the drunk struggle to get up to his feet before he leans on the guardrail for a few moments while he tries to regain his balance once again.
Suddenly, Rumpke makes a sudden leap for the edge of the ring, presumably hoping to latch onto it so he could pull himself into the ring but he horribly undershoots and falls on his face yet again! Jay Impact is then seen in the ring laughing while the referee is also smirking as if he's trying to hold back. Eventually, the drunk makes it up to his feet again and does his best to roll into the ring.
Randy White: This match is turning into a shit show!
John Cartwright: It hasn't even started yet though!
Randy White: Yeah? Just wait, heck, Rumpke can't even stand up at this point, yet alone have a match! I feel sorry for Jay Impact right now because he's been out here waiting for this damn drunk to get down to the ring and ready to go. When it's all said and done, I doubt it'll take one hit from Jay to take out Rumpke!
John Cartwright: Why do you feel sorry for Jay? This is a good thing! Everyone likes a bye!
Randy White: Jay is a competitor, even though he's laughing on the outside, I'd imagine that on the inside, he's not very happy about having such an easy opponent.
Rumpke finally makes it up to his hands and knees only before he begins throwing up. Jay and the referee look away.
John Cartwright: That's gross!
Randy White: Indeed, I don't think Rumpke should be out here today, I've never seen him throw up during a live event... He's obviously on the verge of having alcohol poisoning…
Once he's done throwing up, Rumpke grabs onto the ropes and uses them to pull himself up before leaning on a corner. The referee walks over to him and asks Rumpke if he's okay to compete. Rumpke nods and the referee then calls for the opening bell as Jay Impact begins moving in to Rumpke's corner with his fists up. Captain Canada gets right next to the drunk and he hauls off like he's about to hit Rumpke when the trashed individuals motions for a timeout with his hands. Jay waits and uncocks his fists while Rumpke motions for Jay to come closer. Mr. Impact obliges Rumpke and the drunk slowly reaches out with his left hand and lightly grabs onto Jay's shoulder.
Seconds later, Rumpke throws a stiff punch that doesn't even come close to connecting! Rumpke then trips over his feet and lands on his face once again, yet this time, it's in his own vomit. Jay Impact starts laughing as he rolls the drunk onto his back, Jay then cockily pins Rumpke with his foot while he hysterically laughs at the drunk as the referee counts!
1…
2…
3!
*DING DING DING*
WINNER BY PINFALL: JAY IMPACT
COMMERCIAL BREAK
WINNER BY PINFALL: JAY IMPACT
Randy White: Congratulations to Jay Impact! I thought we'd be cleaning up blood after that match not, well, you know...
John Cartwright: We're going to go to a short commercial break before the next match of the evening.
John Cartwright: We're going to go to a short commercial break before the next match of the evening.
Emerson vs Apokalypse
Standard Match
Standard 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 and glares out at the fans in attendance before rushing toward the ring.
Ring Announcer: Making his way to the ring... weighing in at 275 pounds... from Death Valley, California... HE... IS... 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.
John Cartwright: That is one baaaadddd dude, Randy.
Randy White: He sure is, Jim.
John Cartwright: My name is John.
Randy White: Are you sure?
John Cartwright: Yes?
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 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.
Randy White: Is he a superhero? I don't get it. He has no cape!
Emerson and Apokalypse meet in the center of the ring. The referee urges that they separate until the opening bell rings. The staredown continues until Apokalypse backs off, giving Emerson a nod. Emerson nods back and steps back to his corner.
The moment the bell rings, Apokalypse charges and leaps on Emerson, laying in heavy closed fists. Emerson struggles to block the strikes, finally able to push Apokalypse away. The two separate and get to their feet. Apokalypse ducks a wild swing and grabs Emerson's wrist, sending him to the ropes… but Emerson is quick to reverse it, surprising Apokalypse with a lariat, followed by a quick cover.
1…
KICKOUT!
Randy White: Not even a two?!
John Cartwright: Not even a two!
Emerson quickly pulls Apokalypse up and unleashes thunderous strikes to his chest. Apokalypse backs up to the ropes and Emerson spears him through the ropes. Both men crash to the outside, with Apokalypse taking the brunt of the damage. Emerson is first to his feet and the referee is counting them both out. Emerson pulls Apokalypse up and rolls him into the ring, then he climbs up onto the apron. He wildly shakes his fists and the fans cheer him.
John Cartwright: The people here in Green Bay love this guy!
Emerson gets in the ring and swings at Apokalypse, who ducks… and then shoots in with a vicious headbutt. He then shoves Emerson into the corner, unleashing devastating blows to the stomach of the former World Champion.
Randy White: Oh no! But he has a tummy ache!
John Cartwright: He could be seriously ill, Randy. Show some compassion.
Randy White: Why?! Apokalypse isn't!
Apokalypse hoists Emerson up and delivers a fallaway slam. Emerson holds his stomach in the center of the ring and manages to sit up, eating a big boot from Apokalypse. He goes for the cover.
1…
2…
KICKOUT!
Apokalypse gets up and stalks Emerson, who slowly gets to his feet. Apokalypse starts to apply a full nelson until Emerson rocks him with a back elbow. He turns around and goes for a kick. Apokalypse catches his foot, and then eats an enziguri from Emerson. With Apokalypse down, Emerson hits the ropes and drops a diving headbutt on him. Instead of going for another, he points at the top rope and the fans roar.
Randy White: Is it time for a diving headbutt?!
John Cartwright: Probably!
Emerson goes to the ring apron and starts climbing the ropes in the corner. As he gets to the top, he doesn't see Apokalypse coming as he runs up the ropes and delivers a belly to belly suplex to the former World Champion! He goes for the cover!
1…
2…
KICKOUT!
Apokalypse gets to his feet, worn out from that powerful suplex and frustrated to only get a two count. He stands in the corner holding the ropes and growls in frustration. As Apokalypse turns round, Emerson has barely made it to his knees. Apokalypse looks even more frustrated that Emerson has dared to try to get up. He walks over and kicks Emerson on the chest, who falls backwards. However, he pushes himself back up onto his knees again.
Apokalypse glares at him and kicks him again but the same thing happens, Emerson drags himself back to his knees. Apokalypse shouts in anger, takes a step back and lines up a kick to the head. He swings his boot... but Emerson dives out of the way and charges into the back of Apokalypse, sending him tumbling through the ropes to the outside.
John Cartwright: Desperation from Emerson!
Randy White: Desperate times call for desperate measures!
Apokalypse grins as he gets to his feet on the outside, frustrated he underestimated Emerson but a little amused by his mistake. As he turns round to the ring, Emerson comes flying through the middle and top rope with a suicide dive wiping both men out.
Randy White: WHAT?!
The referee holds his hands on his head for a few seconds but then starts to count as both men haven't gotten to their feet.
1...
2...
3...
4...
Apokalypse has managed to get to his knee.
5...
6...
Emerson still hasn't moved on the outside. Apokalypse is just about standing but looking at Emerson who hasn't moved.
7...
8...
Emerson has started to stir but is not going to make the referee's count.
9...
Apokalypse rolls back into the ring.
And then straight back out again, breaking the count.
Randy White: He doesn't want to win that way!
John Cartwright: Or he's just not done with Emerson yet...
Apokalypse picks up Emerson and starts to drag him back towards the ring. Emerson falls to his knees, holding onto Apokalypse's sides. As Apokalypse starts to pick him up, Emerson uses all his remaining energy to drive Apokalypse forward into the steel ring steps.
Apokalypse's face goes as red as his back. Emerson has started to fire up. He paces around for a few steps before picking Apokalypse up, who is gasping for breath, and throws him into the ring. The crowd cheer wildly as the momentum is with Emerson. He raises his arms to the crowd and slides into the ring.
But Apokalypse slithers across to meet him as he's sliding and locks in a bar arm sleeper.
Randy White: Oh shit! He's got Emerson in the Final Slumbar!
John Cartwright: I thought he was out cold but he's managed to lock Emerson in that move.
Emerson struggles to free himself but Apokalypse is too strong. Emerson is fading fast.
Randy White: I think this is good night!
With one final burst of strength, Emerson manages to roll Apokalypse onto his back for some sort of pin attempt!
1...
KICKOUT!
Emerson looks devastated as Apokalypse kicks out. He manages to get back to his feet but Apokalypse grabs him from behind and hits the Darkness Falls! He immediately covers Emerson.
1...
2...
3!
*DING DING DING*
WINNER BY PINFALL: APOKALYPSE
Apokalypse rolls onto his back still breathing heavily while Emerson rolls out of the ring to the floor to recover. Apokalypse's music rings around the arena to celebrate his victory.
WINNER BY PINFALL: APOKALYPSE
Randy White: What a battle! Emerson has been through the wars recently!
John Cartwright: That's right Randy, Emerson and Apokalypse have knocked seven layers of shit out of each other tonight and that's only two weeks after Emerson and...
Apokalypse's music stops and "Prophecy" by Soulfly rings out.
John Cartwright: Wow, I didn't even have to say his name...
Lucas Balkan strolls out onto the stage, SFT World Title over his shoulder. Apokalypse props himself up on the ropes, glaring at Balkan.
Balkan surveys the aftermath of the match. He stares at Emerson then at Apokalypse. After staring at Apokalypse for a few seconds, he nods approvingly before turning his back and walking through the curtain again.
John Cartwright: Well, we'll get to see those two face off next time at SFT Tuesday Night Titans 91!
Randy White: That's sure to be a crazy battle!
John Cartwright: Well, we'll get to see those two face off next time at SFT Tuesday Night Titans 91!
Randy White: That's sure to be a crazy battle!
RINGSIDE
Randy White: Now it's time for our main event - the intercontinental title is on the line as Candace takes on Twilight!
John Cartwright: That's not all Randy, the winner of this match will face the winner of Lucas Balkan vs Apokalypse for the SFT World Title at a future show!
Randy White: So, you're saying this one is for all the marbles?!
John Cartwright: Eh, sure... it's the SFT Intercontinental Champion Candace vs former Intercontinental Champion, former World Champion... Twilight!
MAIN EVENT
Candace vs Twilight
Intercontinental Title Match
Twilight’s music starts and he makes his way to the ring, he sits in the corner and wait for his opponent.
Randy White: Ok…
John Cartwright: Every week… the same boring entrance. Ugh.
"Vengeance" by ICW Anthology hits in the PA system as the lights in the arena turn red as Candace comes out from behind the curtain in her regular leather attire fully covered from neck to toe. She is wearing a hijab - a headscarf on her head.
She walks down the ramp and stops at the ringside staring at the fans but ignores to tap hands with them and enters the ring through steel steps and finally gets into the ring. She reaches the right turnbuckle near the time-keeper's area and poses to the fans receiving mixed reactions from the crowd as her music dies.
Randy White: After several months… Candace has finally been included on the SFT Roster online!
John Cartwright: Hooray!
As the champion gets in the ring, she raises the title in the air, facing the fans. Twilight nails her with a double axe handle to the back, knocking her to the mat. Twilight stomps away at the champion. He pulls her up and Irish whips her to the ropes. She ducks his clothesline and hits a springboard crossbody to her challenger. She goes for a quick pin but he pushes her off immediately. She gets to her feet and watches Twilight get to his knees. She lights him up with stiff kicks and pulls him up, delivering a northern lights suplex with a bridging pin.
1…
2…
KICKOUT!
Frustrated, Candace goes to the corner and starts to climb the ropes.
John Cartwright: What is she doing?
Randy White: I don't know. We’re still getting to know her moves...
Candace wastes no time in diving off with an elbow drop and Twilight rolls out of the way to safety. She crashes hard onto the mat. Twilight slowly climbs to his feet and gives Candace a swift kick to the back of the head. She goes onto all fours and he pulls her up with a front face lock. After a club to the back, he sends her into the corner and follows up with a splash. He then climbs to the middle rope and delivers punches as the fans count along.
Randy White: Ya think he'll do ten?!
He indeed hits ten punches.
Randy White: There it is!
He steps aside on the ropes and Candace stumbles out. When she turns around, he hits her with a flipping blockbuster. He goes for the cover.
1…
2…
KICKOUT!
Twilight pounds the mat and he drags Candace up. Following a few strikes, he whips her off the ropes and connects with a powerful spinebuster.
John Cartwright: DAMN!
He pulls her toward the corner and climbs to the second rope, then lands a nice leg drop to the champ… followed by another cover.
1…
2…
KICKOUT!
Twilight gets to his feet, unable to understand how she keeps kicking out. He watches as she slowly stands up and then he lays in a strike. She returns the favor. Strike after strike, tiring each other out. Twilight lands a heavy forearm and goes for a running clothesline. Candace ducks it and they both hit opposite ropes, then collide in the center of the ring by clotheslining each other.
John Cartwright: Both competitors are down! Could this end in a draw?
Randy White: I hope not!
1…
2…
3…
4…
Both competitors start to stir.
5…
6…
They help each other start to stand.
7…
8…
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Randy White: They're both up! Praise the maker!
Candace and Twilight back off to their respective corners and glare at each other. Twilight wipes his face and then walks out into the middle of the ring where they circle each other before locking up. Twilight overpowers Candace and starts to force her towards the mat but she cleverly wraps her leg inside Twilights leg and rolls him into a small package for a pin attempt…
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KICKOUT!
John Cartwright: Cunning by Candace but not enough for a 3 count!
Randy White: I think that will have just pissed Twilight off more.
Twilight gets back to his feet and throws some strikes at Candace as she protected herself in the corner. The referee separates them and as he lectures Twilight, Candace comes bursting out of the corner with a chop block to Twilight’s knee and takes him down to the mat. Twilight tries to sit up and is immediately flattened by a kick to the face. Candace grabs his legs and twists him into a figure four leglock!
John Cartwright: That looks rough on Twilight!
Randy White: That knee she just took out will be on fire right now!
Twilight howls in pain as Candace continues to lock the figure four in and apply the pressure. He looks like he might pass out but is desperately trying to roll onto his side.
John Cartwright: If Twilight can just get onto his front, he’ll release that pressure on his knee!
Randy White: And put the pressure onto Candace’s legs!
Twilight finally just about manages to get onto his front and now it’s Candace’s turn to scream in pain. However, she’s not far from the ropes and after ten seconds or so manages to claw her way to the bottom rope.
Randy White: Twilight breaks the hold but he looks like he’s struggling…
Twilight has got back to his feet but is limping heavily. Candace drags herself up on the ropes. She tries to push Twilight away but he is able to drag her away from the ropes. He grabs her and wraps his right leg behind Candace’s left leg.
John Cartwright: He’s going for the Russian Leg Sweep to put her away!
However, Candace wriggles free and elbows Twilight in the gut. She pushes him away and he stumbles backwards on his bad knee. Frustrated, Twilight charges back towards Candace but she hits him with a monstrous pop-up spinebuster as he gets near!
Randy White: OUCH!
John Cartwright: That’s her finisher, I think this might be it!
Candace flops on top of Twilight and the ref counts.
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*DING DING DING*
WINNER BY PINFALL: CANDACE
WINNER BY PINFALL: CANDACE
Randy White: Two successful defences in two shows for Candace!
John Cartwright: She’s a fighting champion, for sure, Randy.
Randy White: And she’ll soon be up against another champion – this win makes her the newest number 1 contender for the SFT World Championship!
John Cartwright: If I was Lucas Balkan or Apokalypse, I’d be keeping my eyes open for Candace!
Candace raises the title belt above her head as the show goes off the air.
Candace raises the title belt above her head as the show goes off the air.
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