Post by lucasbalkan on Sept 8, 2020 17:45:10 GMT -5
KICK OFF SHOW
Kelly Adamson: Welcome to Glasgow, Scotland, SFT fans as our tour of the United Kingdom continues!
Jay Michaels: Not so united at the moment, right? Don't Scottish people want independence again..?!
Kelly Adamson: That's not quite our focus tonight Jay... We're here to preview another action packed evening of SFT action!
Jay Michaels: Fair enough Kelly. There is plenty of action for us to look forward to tonight as we look back at what happened at Titans 91 and look forward to what you can expect tonight!
Kelly Adamson: We have 4 matches on our card tonight and while none of the SFT titles are up for grabs, we can guarantee some excitement!
Jay Michaels: A scaffold match, a falls count anywhere match and the hardcore and world champions facing off? Let's get to it!
Kelly Adamson: Robert Saints and Twilight are scheduled to battle it out in one of the most dangerous types of matches known to professional wrestling.
Jay Michaels: That's right Kelly, a scaffold has been constructed above the ring here at the Barrowland Ballroom and the match won't end until one of these two gets thrown off it!
Kelly Adamson: Robert Saints has been on a bit of a run recently so Twilight might not be looking forward to this match...
Jay Michaels: That's true but Twilight isn't really afraid of anything.
Jay Michaels: Jay Impact, who is in line for a SFT World Title shot in the next few shows, is going to be facing off against the enigma that is Louis Cypher.
Kelly Adamson: Once the mess from the Scaffold Match is cleared up!
Jay Michaels: Jay has to be confident after his recent string of wins, he'll be keen to get another one to keep the momentum up ahead of his title shot.
Kelly Adamson: That's true, Jay. Speaking of momentum, someone whose momentum was stopped at Titans 91 was Apokalypse who couldn't capture the SFT World Title from Lucas Balkan.
Jay Michaels: Albeit, some of that was down to a little outside interference...
Jay Michaels: Albeit, some of that was down to a little outside interference...
Kelly Adamson: Apokalypse has ever reason to be pissed off at Candace but I wonder if Emerson is still pissed at Apokalypse?
Jay Michaels: He does have some reason to after Apokalypse involved himself in the final of the Lethal Lottery tournament.
Kelly Adamson: Some say it was his involvement that cost Emerson the title.
Jay Michaels: Well, regardless, he did lose the title and the man who he lost it to is also in action tonight.
Kelly Adamson: Lucas Balkan will take on Jamo in what is sure to be a hard hitting, intense match between the two champions.
Jay Michaels: There's not really much more to say about that. Lucas Balkan has said he'll get to Candace and he'll get to Jay Impact but tonight, he's all about beating Jamo.
Kelly Adamson: Not if Jamo has anything to say about that!
Jay Michaels: As always, lots to look toward to on SFT Tuesday Night Titans!
Jay Michaels: As always, lots to look toward to on SFT Tuesday Night Titans!
Kelly Adamson: SFT Tuesday Night Titans will be live after this commercial break!
Jay Michaels: Stay tuned!
COMMERCIAL BREAK
SFT TUESDAY NIGHT TITANS 92Live from the Barrowland Ballroom, Glasgow, Scotland
RINGSIDE
The camera pans around the arena as the show opens with the whole crowd wearing black face masks with white writing on it. The commentary team of Randy White and John Cartwright take their spots at the desk as the Glasgow crowd is almost deafening.
Randy White: Whats that written on all the masks?
John Cartwright: It says...
Before he can finish someone walks out on stage in all black. "Crazy Train" hits as Ozzy Osbourne is revealed as the man on stage, playing a scaled down version of the song to the raucous SFT crowd.
Randy White: I thought Ozzy was sick and dying?
John Cartwright: Apparently not that old nor sick. Harold has a way of getting people to come out here...
Randy White: Let's get to the action!
Robert Saints vs Twilight
Scaffold Match
Scaffold Match
"I Will Be Heard" by Hatebreed hits the PA system as Twlight makes his way out with a mixed reaction from the crowd.
John Cartright: Here we have Twilight, Randy, ready to battle against the former multiple times Intercontinetnal Champion Roberts Saints in a scaffold match.
Randy White: Holy Cow! John, I have got goosebumps on my goosebumps already.
Twilight walks down the ramp and gets inside the ring that has already been setup with multiple chairs around each corner in the ring, and eight tables in the midst of it. Hanging high above is the scaffold where both men are going to kick off the match.
"Rockhouse" by Frank Shelly plays over the arena as Twilight warms up himself on the scaffold and ready to take on his opponent.
John Cartright: Somebody tell Robert that he has a match here!
Randy White: Maybe he’s inside the toilet, flashing his lunch out?
Saints’ music keeps on playing but he doesn’t seem to make any appearance. The music dies as Twilight looks around and talks to the referee from the top of the scaffold and asks him what’s going on. Suddenly Roberts music plays again but after a few seconds of wait there is still no sign of his appearance. Twilight keeps his eyes to the entrance stage when suddenly an arm comes from behind, turns Twilight around as he gets knocked down right by the Viper Cutter.
Randy White: Its Saints! He attacked Twilight from behind.
John Cartright: But where the hell did he come from?
The camera replays the scene from the other angle where Twilight waits for Saints, who appeared from the crowd disguised as a fan, climbed up to the scaffold and knocks Twilight out with his finisher, the Viper Cutter. Robert picks up Twilight and tries to send him down from the top already but Twilight hangs there, holding one of the sides of the scaffold and saves himself from the fall. Saints tries to punch him but he swings a kick right over Saints head while still partially hanging there.
John Cartright: Damn! This is what you call a super move!
Twilight successfully gets back with his both feet on the top of the scaffold as he uppercuts Saints who fall to its other side. Saints punch Twilight and Twilight responds back equally as both men start exchanging several punches. Twilight hits some side kicks to Saints thighs before knocking him down with a clothesline and takes a few breaths to recover himself.
Randy White: Twilight ain’t coming slow, John. Saints have one thing he hasn’t accomplished while Twilight has, it is the SFT Title.
John Cartright: True, but Robert Saints is a fourth generation wrestler. He is just stalking and waiting for the right move. I swear he is gonna prove himself in tonight’s match.
Twilights picks up Saints and tries to throw him down but Saints holds the bottom side of the scaffold with one hand and also grabs onto Twilight's hair to make sure that Twilight will think twice before throwing him. Twilight pulls himself back as Saints quickly rolls in to the scaffold, saving himself from the fall. Twilight tries to pick up Saints by grabbing his head but Saints pokes him in the eye as Twilight backs off. Saints kicks him in the midsection and hits a snap DDT.
Randy White: He’s out! Throw him Saints!
Robert Saints shows a devilish smile on his face as he slowly kneels himself down and whispers something in Twilight’s right ear. Saints then smashes his hands right on the scaffold and motions for another Viper Cutter. As soon as Twilight gets to his feet Sants goes for another Viper Cutter but Twilight blocks Saints’ finisher and swings his leg for the Shining Wizard kick but Saints quickly moves to the other side.
John Cartright: Whoa! I thought he almost had it at first sight.
Randy Whte: Hey! WATCH OUT!
Just as Saints sneak away, Twilight turns around to focus on him but it was too late to consider any counter move as Saints hits the Devil’s Kick right over Twilight's face which completely knocks him out. Saints immediately picks him up and throws him from the scaffold, which is almost 20 feet high above the ring. Twilight falls right over those eight tables that are setup over each other. The lower part of the body also gets hit into some of the chairs in the corner. The timekeeper immediately rings the bell.
John Cartright: Here we have Twilight, Randy, ready to battle against the former multiple times Intercontinetnal Champion Roberts Saints in a scaffold match.
Randy White: Holy Cow! John, I have got goosebumps on my goosebumps already.
Twilight walks down the ramp and gets inside the ring that has already been setup with multiple chairs around each corner in the ring, and eight tables in the midst of it. Hanging high above is the scaffold where both men are going to kick off the match.
"Rockhouse" by Frank Shelly plays over the arena as Twilight warms up himself on the scaffold and ready to take on his opponent.
John Cartright: Somebody tell Robert that he has a match here!
Randy White: Maybe he’s inside the toilet, flashing his lunch out?
Saints’ music keeps on playing but he doesn’t seem to make any appearance. The music dies as Twilight looks around and talks to the referee from the top of the scaffold and asks him what’s going on. Suddenly Roberts music plays again but after a few seconds of wait there is still no sign of his appearance. Twilight keeps his eyes to the entrance stage when suddenly an arm comes from behind, turns Twilight around as he gets knocked down right by the Viper Cutter.
Randy White: Its Saints! He attacked Twilight from behind.
John Cartright: But where the hell did he come from?
The camera replays the scene from the other angle where Twilight waits for Saints, who appeared from the crowd disguised as a fan, climbed up to the scaffold and knocks Twilight out with his finisher, the Viper Cutter. Robert picks up Twilight and tries to send him down from the top already but Twilight hangs there, holding one of the sides of the scaffold and saves himself from the fall. Saints tries to punch him but he swings a kick right over Saints head while still partially hanging there.
John Cartright: Damn! This is what you call a super move!
Twilight successfully gets back with his both feet on the top of the scaffold as he uppercuts Saints who fall to its other side. Saints punch Twilight and Twilight responds back equally as both men start exchanging several punches. Twilight hits some side kicks to Saints thighs before knocking him down with a clothesline and takes a few breaths to recover himself.
Randy White: Twilight ain’t coming slow, John. Saints have one thing he hasn’t accomplished while Twilight has, it is the SFT Title.
John Cartright: True, but Robert Saints is a fourth generation wrestler. He is just stalking and waiting for the right move. I swear he is gonna prove himself in tonight’s match.
Twilights picks up Saints and tries to throw him down but Saints holds the bottom side of the scaffold with one hand and also grabs onto Twilight's hair to make sure that Twilight will think twice before throwing him. Twilight pulls himself back as Saints quickly rolls in to the scaffold, saving himself from the fall. Twilight tries to pick up Saints by grabbing his head but Saints pokes him in the eye as Twilight backs off. Saints kicks him in the midsection and hits a snap DDT.
Randy White: He’s out! Throw him Saints!
Robert Saints shows a devilish smile on his face as he slowly kneels himself down and whispers something in Twilight’s right ear. Saints then smashes his hands right on the scaffold and motions for another Viper Cutter. As soon as Twilight gets to his feet Sants goes for another Viper Cutter but Twilight blocks Saints’ finisher and swings his leg for the Shining Wizard kick but Saints quickly moves to the other side.
John Cartright: Whoa! I thought he almost had it at first sight.
Randy Whte: Hey! WATCH OUT!
Just as Saints sneak away, Twilight turns around to focus on him but it was too late to consider any counter move as Saints hits the Devil’s Kick right over Twilight's face which completely knocks him out. Saints immediately picks him up and throws him from the scaffold, which is almost 20 feet high above the ring. Twilight falls right over those eight tables that are setup over each other. The lower part of the body also gets hit into some of the chairs in the corner. The timekeeper immediately rings the bell.
*DING DING DING*
Randy White: Holy Father! What did we just see here?
John Cartright: He broke that freaking man in a half.
Saints music starts playing in the arena as he gets his grin back to his face and raises his hands in the air, posing to the fans from the top of the scaffold. The EMTs come in to the scene to check on Twilight as the screen plays some replays from the match.
WINNER AFTER THROWING HIS OPPONENT FROM THE SCAFFOLD: ROBERT SAINTSJohn Cartright: He broke that freaking man in a half.
Saints music starts playing in the arena as he gets his grin back to his face and raises his hands in the air, posing to the fans from the top of the scaffold. The EMTs come in to the scene to check on Twilight as the screen plays some replays from the match.
Jay Impact vs Louis Cypher
Standard Match
Standard 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.
Randy White: Well, Jay looks good to go.
John Cartwright: And he has been on fire lately, almost since the start.
"Am I Evil" by Metallica hits as Louis Cypher comes sprinting to the ring. Cypher enters the ring as he attacks Jay first with a barrage of fists then a swinging neckbreaker!
Randy White: I think Cypher wants to get out and go for some mint julips after the match he wants to end this quickly.
Cypher covers Jay as the ref counts.
1...
2...
Kickout!
John Cartwright: Close but no cigar!
Cypher argues with the ref for a bit but goes back to work on Jay, he stands Jay up and headbutts him right into the turnbuckle, there Cypher goes to work with a couple of European uppercuts followed by a series of side kicks. He slams Jay into the center of the ring then gut punches Jay.
Randy White: Cypher is really laying it in there, tenderizing the meat as they say.
Cypher climbs the turnbuckles and flies off and connect with a big time elbow drop off the top rope.
John Cartwright: Somewhere Macho Man is smiling after that perfect elbow off the tope.
Randy White: May he rest in peace.
Cypher can smell blood in the water as he has a huge grin on his face. Cypher climbs the turnbuckles as Jay appears to be completely out. He flies off with a swan dive ala Benoit. But Jay lifts up a leg and barely catches Cypher in the chin!
John Cartwright: Oooohhhhhhhhhhhh thats gotta hurt!
Jay is slow to get up as well as Cypher.
Randy White: Both men slow to get up. Who can take the advantage now?
Jay with a clothesline on Cypher but he’s too tired to even try a cover now. Jay takes a rest against the ropes as Cypher is getting up Jay runs off the ropes and hits a beautiful flying lariat!
John Cartwright: Oh man!
Jay covers Cypher as the ref counts.
1...
2...
kickout!
Randy White: Cypher kicked out of that, unbelievable!
Jay gets up and wastes no time as he advancing on Cypher.
John Cartwright: Jay must of drank his milk today thats for sure.
Jay locks in and hooks Cypher and hits the “Unprettier”.
John Cartwright: I think that is all she wrote.
Jay covers Cypher.
1...
2...
3!
*DING DING DING*
Randy White: They should call Jay “he just wins” Impact.John Cartwright: That's not a bad nickname!
WINNER BY PINFALL: JAY IMPACT
COMMERCIAL BREAK
Apokalypse vs EmersonFalls Count Anywhere 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.
Randy White: Here he is, Apokalypse... Ready to take out his frustrations from the last show on Emerson.
John Cartwright: Apokalypse has told SFT that he doesn't want a rematch for the SFT World Title but I'm sure that he is still mighty pissed off about the way that the match ended at Titans 91!
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.
Ring Announcer: Making his way to the ring, from Gnome, Alaska, weighing in at 275 pounds and standing 5 feet 11 tall... HE... IS... EMERSON!
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: Emerson looks up for this today.
John Cartwright: Well, you have to remember that he still has some cause to be pissed off at Apokalypse for the way that he lost the SFT World Title to Lucas Balkan at the Lethal Lottery...
Randy White: Well, let's watch these two guys beat the crap out of each other!
The bell rings and both men circle each other for a few seconds before Apokalypse grabs Emerson into a side waist lock. He puts the squeeze on Emerson for a minute before suplexing him across the ring. Emerson springs back to his feet, filled with adrenaline and rushes to lock up with Apokalypse again. They try to feel each other out and go for a test of strength before Apokalypse comes to his senses, stamps on Emersons foot and uppercuts him... sending Emerson tumbling towards the corner.
Apokalypse grins and walks menacingly towards Emerson but is met with a huge back elbow to the side of the head as soon as he gets near. Emerson grabs Apokalypse and pushes him into the corner and starts laying in body shots while Apokalypse tries to cover up and guard himself.
Randy White: This is a more aggressive Emerson than we've seen recently!
Emerson turns away from Apokalypse and cheers, trying to get the capacity crowd riled up and urging him on. He rushes back at the corner and goes for a shoulder charge but he misses and crashes into the ring post as Apokalypse neatly sidesteps him. Apokalypse slides out of the ring and drags Emerson with him. He leans him against the barrier and lays in some stiff strikes to the side of the head before snatching a beer from a fan's hand and pouring it on Emerson's head.
John Cartwright: There's no need for that!
Randy White: I think he just thought that Emerson looked thirsty!
Apokalypse smashes Emerson again with a hard right and knocks him right over the guard rail into the crowd. As it's a standing venue, security rush to part the crowd as Emerson and Apokalypse brawl through them towards the bar area.
Randy White: See, they're headed for the bar! Emerson IS thirsty!
Apokalypse drags Emerson with him and lays him against the bar. He aims an overhand chop at him but Emerson slips out of the way and Apokalypse misses, hitting his hand on the bar top and turning away in pain. When he turns round, Emerson has disappeared. He looks around for a few seconds, shouting at some fans who're standing nearby before leaning over the bar to see if Emerson is hiding behind it.
Apokalypse immediately recoils away from the bar holding his face.
Randy White: What the...
Emerson pops up holding the Pepsi dispenser gun in his hand and grinning. He pours some Pepsi into his mouth before vaulting over the bar and giving Apokalypse a swift kick to the knee.
John Cartwright: Apokalypse is in a STICKY situation...
Randy White: What?
John Cartwright: Cause of the Pepsi on his face... Oh, never mind!
Emerson drags Apokalypse further away from the ring and pushes him into a fire door which opens and both men tumble into a stairwell.
The fans are now following the action on the big screen in the venue as a camera crew scarper after Emerson and Apokalypse as they brawl down the stairs of the venue, eventually coming out in the cloakroom area. Apokalypse boots Emerson in the stomach and smashes his face into the cash register!
Randy White: Jackpot!
Emerson is now bleeding a little from above the eye but he grabs at Apokalypse to pull himself to his feet and the two trade blows for a few moments before stumbling through a door out into the foyer of the building. Apokalypse launches himself at Emerson in a spear and sends Emerson and himself careering down the 10 or so stairs to the entrance.
John Cartwright: Falls really do count anywhere here in SFT... are they going to the street?
Sure enough, Apokalypse has dragged Emerson to the front door of the venue and lays in some more strikes before pulling him out into the night air, with the camera crew rushing behind. As soon as they are outside, Emerson attempts a kick to the stomach but Apokalypse catches it. He smiles but it is short lived as Emerson hits a enziguri!
Apokalypse stumbles out into the street and falls into a street vendor selling counterfeit SFT merchandise. He takes a split second to look at the "Joe Impact", and "The Moneyman" t-shirts before shoving the seller out the way to get back to Emerson. The two men brawl a little down the pavement before Apokalypse tries to throw Emerson against a parked car. Emerson gets his foot up and stops it, counters and forces Apokalypse into the car himself - ribs first!
Randy White: Ouch!
Apokalypse gasps for breath and walks away from the car, finding himself leaning against the glass window of a bar. In the window seats, two women in their 40s or 50s stare back at Apokalypse, mouths gaping... Apokalypse gives both women the finger before turning back to Emerson who cracks him with a super kick.
John Cartwright: I guess they didn't know what to make of Apokalypse...
Emerson gets down onto Apokalypse and starts laying in the shots for a minute or so before getting up and checking his face for blood. He pulls his t-shirt off and mops up the blood on the side of his face. He tosses the t-shirt at Apokalypse who looks at him with fury. He charges towards him and Emerson can't avoid him as he lays him out with a lariat. Apokalypse drags him to his feet and slams him against the next window - a fast food joint. The two brawl inside and Apokalypse confronts someone who has just been served their food.
Apokalypse: What's that? It's what? Perfect!
He grabs the box of food from the bewildered man and smashes it into Emerson's face who howls as the grease and salt connect with his face.
Apokalypse: Still like fucking nuggets?!
Emerson tries to wipe the remnants of the food off his face but can't see properly as he has nothing to wash it off with. Until Apokalypse pours a drink over him. And then boots him in the head.
Apokalypse drags Emerson out to the street and leans him against the window of the store, taunting him. Emerson looks over Apokalypse's shoulder and with one desperate surge of energy pushes Apokalypse backwards... straight into the side of a parking bus. Apokalypse bounces off the bus, cracking his head on the side resulting in a cut on the back of his head that starts to pour blood down his back.
Randy White: HOLY SHIT! EMERSON TRIED TO KILL HIM!
John Cartwright: I think he's just doing what he can to keep up with Apokalypse!
Both men are lying on the pavement, bleeding from the head as the referee checks that they're both still conscious. A few seconds later, both men have managed to get back to their feet and with a second win are trading punches as they head back up the street towards the venue. Emerson reaches the venue first and throws Apokalypse head first into the front door which he crashes through into the foyer.
Emerson comes charging through the door but Apokalypse sidesteps him and simply trips Emerson, leaving him laying on the floor. He lays in the boots before bundling Emerson into the disabled access elevator that takes wheelchair users up the two flights of stairs to the main venue room. Both men continue trading blows as the elevator makes it's way up and the camera crew rush up the stairs to follow but all of a sudden both men come crashing back down into the foyer, Apokalypse having speared Emerson right over the top of the elevator!
Randy White: Jesus. H. Christ.
John Cartwright: I think we need some EMTs down there!
Both men are barely moving in the main foyer area of the venue as security and the referee attempt to check on them. However, Apokalypse pushes away their attention and pulls himself over to cover Emerson.
1...
2...
3!
Apokalypse grins and walks menacingly towards Emerson but is met with a huge back elbow to the side of the head as soon as he gets near. Emerson grabs Apokalypse and pushes him into the corner and starts laying in body shots while Apokalypse tries to cover up and guard himself.
Randy White: This is a more aggressive Emerson than we've seen recently!
Emerson turns away from Apokalypse and cheers, trying to get the capacity crowd riled up and urging him on. He rushes back at the corner and goes for a shoulder charge but he misses and crashes into the ring post as Apokalypse neatly sidesteps him. Apokalypse slides out of the ring and drags Emerson with him. He leans him against the barrier and lays in some stiff strikes to the side of the head before snatching a beer from a fan's hand and pouring it on Emerson's head.
John Cartwright: There's no need for that!
Randy White: I think he just thought that Emerson looked thirsty!
Apokalypse smashes Emerson again with a hard right and knocks him right over the guard rail into the crowd. As it's a standing venue, security rush to part the crowd as Emerson and Apokalypse brawl through them towards the bar area.
Randy White: See, they're headed for the bar! Emerson IS thirsty!
Apokalypse drags Emerson with him and lays him against the bar. He aims an overhand chop at him but Emerson slips out of the way and Apokalypse misses, hitting his hand on the bar top and turning away in pain. When he turns round, Emerson has disappeared. He looks around for a few seconds, shouting at some fans who're standing nearby before leaning over the bar to see if Emerson is hiding behind it.
Apokalypse immediately recoils away from the bar holding his face.
Randy White: What the...
Emerson pops up holding the Pepsi dispenser gun in his hand and grinning. He pours some Pepsi into his mouth before vaulting over the bar and giving Apokalypse a swift kick to the knee.
John Cartwright: Apokalypse is in a STICKY situation...
Randy White: What?
John Cartwright: Cause of the Pepsi on his face... Oh, never mind!
Emerson drags Apokalypse further away from the ring and pushes him into a fire door which opens and both men tumble into a stairwell.
The fans are now following the action on the big screen in the venue as a camera crew scarper after Emerson and Apokalypse as they brawl down the stairs of the venue, eventually coming out in the cloakroom area. Apokalypse boots Emerson in the stomach and smashes his face into the cash register!
Randy White: Jackpot!
Emerson is now bleeding a little from above the eye but he grabs at Apokalypse to pull himself to his feet and the two trade blows for a few moments before stumbling through a door out into the foyer of the building. Apokalypse launches himself at Emerson in a spear and sends Emerson and himself careering down the 10 or so stairs to the entrance.
John Cartwright: Falls really do count anywhere here in SFT... are they going to the street?
Sure enough, Apokalypse has dragged Emerson to the front door of the venue and lays in some more strikes before pulling him out into the night air, with the camera crew rushing behind. As soon as they are outside, Emerson attempts a kick to the stomach but Apokalypse catches it. He smiles but it is short lived as Emerson hits a enziguri!
Apokalypse stumbles out into the street and falls into a street vendor selling counterfeit SFT merchandise. He takes a split second to look at the "Joe Impact", and "The Moneyman" t-shirts before shoving the seller out the way to get back to Emerson. The two men brawl a little down the pavement before Apokalypse tries to throw Emerson against a parked car. Emerson gets his foot up and stops it, counters and forces Apokalypse into the car himself - ribs first!
Randy White: Ouch!
Apokalypse gasps for breath and walks away from the car, finding himself leaning against the glass window of a bar. In the window seats, two women in their 40s or 50s stare back at Apokalypse, mouths gaping... Apokalypse gives both women the finger before turning back to Emerson who cracks him with a super kick.
John Cartwright: I guess they didn't know what to make of Apokalypse...
Emerson gets down onto Apokalypse and starts laying in the shots for a minute or so before getting up and checking his face for blood. He pulls his t-shirt off and mops up the blood on the side of his face. He tosses the t-shirt at Apokalypse who looks at him with fury. He charges towards him and Emerson can't avoid him as he lays him out with a lariat. Apokalypse drags him to his feet and slams him against the next window - a fast food joint. The two brawl inside and Apokalypse confronts someone who has just been served their food.
Apokalypse: What's that? It's what? Perfect!
He grabs the box of food from the bewildered man and smashes it into Emerson's face who howls as the grease and salt connect with his face.
Apokalypse: Still like fucking nuggets?!
Emerson tries to wipe the remnants of the food off his face but can't see properly as he has nothing to wash it off with. Until Apokalypse pours a drink over him. And then boots him in the head.
Apokalypse drags Emerson out to the street and leans him against the window of the store, taunting him. Emerson looks over Apokalypse's shoulder and with one desperate surge of energy pushes Apokalypse backwards... straight into the side of a parking bus. Apokalypse bounces off the bus, cracking his head on the side resulting in a cut on the back of his head that starts to pour blood down his back.
Randy White: HOLY SHIT! EMERSON TRIED TO KILL HIM!
John Cartwright: I think he's just doing what he can to keep up with Apokalypse!
Both men are lying on the pavement, bleeding from the head as the referee checks that they're both still conscious. A few seconds later, both men have managed to get back to their feet and with a second win are trading punches as they head back up the street towards the venue. Emerson reaches the venue first and throws Apokalypse head first into the front door which he crashes through into the foyer.
Emerson comes charging through the door but Apokalypse sidesteps him and simply trips Emerson, leaving him laying on the floor. He lays in the boots before bundling Emerson into the disabled access elevator that takes wheelchair users up the two flights of stairs to the main venue room. Both men continue trading blows as the elevator makes it's way up and the camera crew rush up the stairs to follow but all of a sudden both men come crashing back down into the foyer, Apokalypse having speared Emerson right over the top of the elevator!
Randy White: Jesus. H. Christ.
John Cartwright: I think we need some EMTs down there!
Both men are barely moving in the main foyer area of the venue as security and the referee attempt to check on them. However, Apokalypse pushes away their attention and pulls himself over to cover Emerson.
1...
2...
3!
*DING DING DING*
WINNER BY PINFALL: APOKALYPSE
EMTs, security and referees swarm Emerson and Apokalypse as the camera cuts back to the commentary position.
John Cartwright: Well... That was just brutal. Both of these men are bruised, bloodied and exhausted.
John Cartwright: Well... That was just brutal. Both of these men are bruised, bloodied and exhausted.
Randy White: Do you think its resolved either of their issues?
John Cartwright: I'm not sure either man can really remember their issues just now..!
WINNER BY PINFALL: APOKALYPSE
MAIN EVENT
Jamo vs Lucas Balkan
Standard Match
The lights in the arena go out and the Tron played a video of a woman panicking to find a place to hide as someone is about break in her house. The criminal man breaks into the women’s house then Jamo is standing behind him, hiding in the shadows carrying a sawn off shotgun.
We hear a police phone operator saying “911 - what’s your emergency?” and the women responding “Someone is breaking in my house to kill me.... please help!”
The criminal man opens the bedroom closet where the woman hides with a evil smirk, the women screams and Jamo appears beside the man with a loaded up gun beside his head.
“Get f*cked mate”
Shots echo across the arena as “Chin Check” by N.W.A hits the arena and the lights sync with the music.
Jamo appears on the ramp 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: There's our Hardcore Champion! He's been on a roll as of late!
John Cartwright: But is he ready for Lucas Balkan?
The arena lights cut abruptly. The screen momentarily goes dark but flickers into light, TV static, as the brooding, Eastern music fulls 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, protests and men in dark hooded tops, of cigarette smoke and eagle claws, dance on the big screen above him.
Ring Announcer: Making his way to the ring... weighing in at 240 pounds... from Prekaz, Kosovo, he is the SFT WORLD CHAMPION...LUCAS BALKAN!
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, hands his belt to the referee and paces his corner waiting for the match to start.
Randy White: The man! The myth! The legend!
John Cartwright: THE BELL!
Jamo charges and attempts a clothesline but Balkan ducks. Jamo hits the ropes and runs into a snap powerslam from Balkan.
Randy White: There's the cover!
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Kickout!
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Kickout!
Both men get to their feet and Jamo gets him with a surprise headlock. Balkan backs him to the ropes and shoots him off. Jamo rebounds with a shoulder tackle. Balkan lies on the mat in shock at Jamo's power.
Jamo gets Balkan in a head lock and applies pressure. Balkan manages to pull both men back into the ropes. He uses the momentum to sling Jamo off of him. Jamo hits the opposite ropes and Balkan runs at him only to get flattened by a hard hitting shoulder tackle from Jamo. Jamo follows up with an elbow drop and a cover.
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Kickout!
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Jamo gets to his knees and reaches for Balkan, who pulls Jamo down into a crossface submission. Jamo screams out and reaches for the ropes but he's too far away. He kicks and inches closer, then barely grabs onto the bottom rope. He eventually releases the hold and gets up, watching as Jamo uses the ropes to stand. Jamo turns around and Balkan delivers a belly to belly suplex.
Randy White: There's the cover!
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Kickout!
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Balkan is quick to pull Jamo to his feet, only to get rocked with a strong headbutt. Balkan staggers back and Jamo hits him with a spear, then covers him.
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Kickout!
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Jamo signals for the end. He pulls Balkan up and lifts him up for a powerbomb. Balkan slides down his back, turns Jamo around and pulls him into a double arm DDT.
John Cartwright: THE TWO HEADED EAGLE!
Randy White: THERE'S THE COVER!
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*DING DING DING*
WINNER BY PINFALL: LUCAS BALKAN
WINNER BY PINFALL: LUCAS BALKAN
That's All Folks!
