SFT Presents: Monday Night Chaos (Ep8, 24/04/2017)

RW: Look!

Without warning Twilight is making his way to the ring, without music, looking deadly focused. As he makes his way the crowd cheer, and Twilight raises his hand as he makes his way to the centre of the ring. He stares back up the ramp and awaits his opponent.

RW: That’s one determined looking Twilight alright. This man looks like he came here for a match.

JC: Agreed, Twilight has his game face on, and let’s be honest he’s probably going to need it.

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: Lucas Balkan looks as ready as ever. Man this guy is intense!

The bell rings. Twilight moves towards Balkan, but Balkan just stands there staring him down. Twlight then backs off a little and walks around the ring, but Balkan just continues to stand there fixated on Twlight.

JC: Damn, these guys are ready. Lucas Balkan looks scary!

RW: You’re scared of everything John. But yeah, I know what you mean.

Twlight then runs at Balkan, who moves to the side and grabs Twilight from behind and executes a belly to back suplex straight away!

JC: Damn, where did that come from!

Balkan gets up and stairs down at Balkan with a grin on his face. But straight away Twilight flips to his feet and starts to hammer away at Balkan. First with his left, then right, then left again. He whips him into the ring and on his return tries to connect with a clothesline, but Balkan ducks and goes into the ropes for a second time. On his return he flies towards Twlight and both men fall to the ground. Balkan gets straight up and looks down at Twilight, again with a grin on his face! But suddenly Twilight gets up yet again. Balkan hits him with a left, but now it’s Twilight with a look of anger on his face. Balkan starts to hammer him, but Twilight hits back. They exchange blows and Twlight gets the upper hand. He throws Balkan in the rope, following upright behind him and finally connects with his clothesline, sending Balkan over the top rope and out of the ring. Twlight jumps down and grabs him by the hair, then throws him into the ring steps head first with a huge thud as Balkan goes flying over the top. The crowd are now on their feet….

JC: Holy Hell, Twilight is taking it to Balkan, we’ve not seen a match like this to open the shows in weeks.

RW: It’s the IC title on the line John, what else did you expect.

Twilight starts kicking away at Balkan, who is now trying to crawl up the side of the ring. He suddenly manages to turn around and hit Twilight with a hard right, and then runs at him and connects with a spear as they both crash into the crowd. They lay there for a few moments as the ref starts his count.

1….2…..3…..4…..

Balkan is the first to get to his feet, and he grans Twilight up and throws him towards the ring…

5….6…..7…..

Balkan throws Twilight into the ring which ends the count. He humps in after him, but Twilight is already to his feet and they both lock in grapple for a moment. Twilight once again gets the better of Balkan, and performs a DDT perfectly to send Balkan rolling around the ring. Twilight goes for the cover…

1……

2……

Kick out.

RW: Twilight nearly had him.

JC: One hell of a match

Twilight gets to his feet and drags Balkan with him. Balkan suddenly pushes Twilight back, and they both stare at each other for a few moments in the ring.

JC: This is so intense. They just won’t give up!

RW: I’m telling you, I’m never seen Balkan look this focused, and he’s never not focused!

The 2 wrestlers both grapple again, this time Twilight gets the upper hand and starts throw hard right hands to the face. Balkan manages to whip him into the corner, and follows it up with yet another spear. He then walks back into the centre of the ring and runs at Twilight, hitting the Scoop Slam.

JC: Ouch, that has to hurt!

Balkan drags Twilight into the centre of the ring, and hit’s his signature finishing move, No Borders. He covers and the ref falls to his knees.

1…..

2……

Kick out!

RW: What!

JC: You have to be kidding me.

Balkan is now on his feet and arguing with the ref, he pushes the ref away and walks into the corner, making his way to the top rope.

JC: Damn, this could get even more painful Randy.

RW: I can’t watch!

Twilight is coming around, and starts to slowly get to his knees. Balkan has his eyes fixed on Twilight, waiting for him to get up. Twilight wobbles slight, but just about manages to get to his feet, and the moment his does Balkan flies from the top rope and hits a third spear. Both men and now out of it on the floor, and it’s Balkan that manages to put his arm over Twilight. The ref counts.

1……

2……

3……

The bell Rings.

WINNER: LUCAS BALKAN

Ring Announcer: Ladies and Gentleman, presenting your wining and still Intercontinental Championship,…… Lucas Balkan.

The ref hands Balkan the belt, he simple raises his arm as he looks down on Twilight who is still motionless in the centre of the ring.

JC: What a match Randy, and what great effort from Twilight also.

RW: It was an awesome match all right. One of the best we’ve seen on chaos so far, these guys really did leave it all in the ring. I have a feeling this rivalry is far, far from over.

JC: I agree, if these guys get in the ring again, I can’t wait to call that match. Ok ladies and gentleman, it’s time for a commercial break, but don’t go away as we have three more matches still to come.

RW: I can’t believe the night has only just begun. Ahh, I love SFT John.

JC: Two great athletes about to face off.


Line in the Sand by Motorhead plays over the arena as Robert Saints and his wife Kelly Robinson make their way out to the entrance ramp as red pyro hits down the sides of the entrance ramp making it's way towards the ring as Robert Saints and his wife Kelly Robinson now make their way down the entrance ramp to the ring. Robert Saints bounces onto the ring apron and then enters between the top and middle ropes into the ring as Kelly Robinson stands up onto the ring apron and does her trademark split under the bottom rope and then Kelly Robinson exits the ring and waits in her husband's corner as Robert Saints waits for his opponent to come out.


RW: And our past IC Champ looks good to go.


The bell rings. And here we go.

Robert starts it off with a side kick then a quick clothesline as Amazing gets up, Robert hits him in the gut and nails a nice DDT!


RW: Already?


Robert covers Amazing and the ref counts 1………..2………….kickout!


RW: yes!

JC: Fan of Mr. Amazing are we?

RW: Yes, of course, he's simply amazing.


As Robert starts to stand up Mr. Amazing kicks him in the left knee and he buckles. Mr. Amazing now with another kick to the left knee then a slams his own knee on his, making sure Robert hurts.

JC: Smart move by Mr. Amazing to hobble Robert.


Robert lunges at Mr. Amazing as he is trying to get up and nails him with a forearm then an uppercut and making Mr. Amazing a little woozy. Robert hits his Devils Kick and connect but he also hurts his left leg as he used it keep his balance and he paid a price. Both Mr. Amazing and Robert Saints are now on the mat both hurt.


RW: Its anyones match now.


Robert is the first up as he grabs Mr. Amazing and hits his Attitude Adjustment!


JC: It could be over.


Robert covers Amazing as the ref counts 1……...2……..3!!!

WINNER: ROBERT SAINTS

RW: And that is it, Robert Saints takes the match.

We come back from commercials and Jack Jones is standing in the ring, Emerson is waiting on the outside, staring at Jack.

Ace of Spades’ by Motorhead plays throughout the arena, as Jackson Kent comes walking out from the back. A huge round of pyros goes off, as Jackson is seen walking through the center.


Announcer: Making his way to the ring From Lawton, Oklahoma, weighing in at 282 lbs, Big Kent” Jackson Kent!


He walks down the rampway 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 referee gets ready to call for the bell and Emerson slides back into the ring. As the bell rings, the three men stare at each other before Emerson and Jack nod at each other and double clothesline Jackson. He goes down to one knee but gets back up, Jack and Emerson bounce off the ropes and double clothesline him again!


RW: Smart, take out the big man.

JC: These guys are working well together!


Jack and Emerson start stamping on Jackson to keep the big man down. Jack Jones drops an elbow on Jackson but when he gets up, he turns straight into a clothesline from Emerson!


RW: Uh-oh, that alliance is over!


Emerson whips Jack into the corner and starts hammering away, keen to get the advantage while Jackson is down but Jack fights back and boots Emerson in the leg to get him away. Emerson charges back into the corner and is met by a vicious boot to the face which takes him off his feet.


JC: Owww!


Emerson holds his face while Jack turns his attention to Jackson Kent. When he picks Jackson up, he powers back and lifts Jack for a slam in the middle of the ring. Jack grimaces in pain but is quickly back on his feet. He goes toe-to-toe with Jackson but eventually, Jackson’s strength and size gives him the advantage and he hits him with a fallaway slam! Jackson picks Jack up and leans him against the ropes and gives him a chop to the chest before clotheslining him over the top rope to the floor, landing right on his head!


RW: Jackson Kent is powering back!

JC: Jack Jones might be out cold!


Jackson stands taunting the prone Jack Jones but Emerson pops up behind him and rolls him up, putting his feet on the ropes for leverage to counter Jackson’s size!

1…

2…

3!

WINNER: EMERSON


RW: Emerson just pinned Jackson Kent! Wow!

JC: His feet were on the ropes, how did the ref not see that?!

RW: I don’t know but still, Emerson has won this triple threat match! What a result for him!

Emerson celebrates while walking to the back while a furious Jackson Kent argues with the referee and a groggy looking Jack Jones starts to get up from the floor!

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