Post by Joey on May 30, 2023 8:54:37 GMT -5
The fans very loud as "Let Me Hear You Scream" by Ozzy Osbourne plays throughout the arena. RW and JC take their spots.
Jc: ladies and gents welcome to Tuesday night Titans! I am your co-host John Cartwright and with me as always is Randy White.
RW: We got a big night ahead of us.
JC: Wait a minute Randy, I'm told we're cutting to the backstage area.
Backstage Segment
Backstage we see world champion Cassandra who is standing next to the young newly hired SFT interviewer Derek.
Derek: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome the SFT world champion Cassandra.
Cassandra smiles as she has her title belt draped over her shoulder. She readjusts it a little.
Cassandra: Do you hear that out there, Derek? All that noise. That is the sound of the fans here tonight who are being loud for me and showing their support for me.
Derek: Yes I do hear it and it is rather surprising considering some of the fans didn't used to like you very much. But now they have changed their tune when it comes to you by the sound of it.
Cassandra: Of course they have. Because they know who is deserving of their cheers and that is ME. They know who has always been the rightful superstar to hold this world championship and that is ME.
Derek: What do you think has brought about the fans shift to now being behind you?
Cassandra: It's no secret that a while ago, I did things that angered people and were possibly not the best decisions to make on my part. But now...it's like the fans have all finally forgiven me.
Cassandra: And let's be honest here....I have got the fans to cheer me when I've been a very bad person....and I've got the fans to cheer me when I've been a very good person. So if I can get them to cheer me no matter what I do....then that just means I'm doing my job right.
Cassandra: And....it also proves that I am just THAT...DAMN....GREAT!
With a smile, Cassandra slowly walks out of the camera's view.
Travis Deacon-Hall vs. Emerson (Standard Match)
JC: Ladies and gentlemen, we're witnessing a clash of styles here tonight. Emerson, the technical wizard, and Travis Deacon-Hall, the unrelenting brawler. This is going to be one intense battle!
The arena crackled with anticipation as the crowd roared, eagerly awaiting the start of the match. The sound of cheering intensified as "Kryptonite" by Three Doors Down blared through the speakers. Dressed in his signature wrestling attire, Emerson emerged from the curtain, with a smile on his face. He soaked in the adulation from the crowd, their cheers echoing in his ears.
RW: That's right, John. Emerson may have the fans on his side, but I'm telling you, Travis Deacon-Hall is a force to be reckoned with. He's gonna give that goody-two-shoes Emerson a real beating tonight.
On the other hand, a chorus of boos greeted the arrival of Travis Deacon-Hall's theme song, "Rockhouse" by Frank Shelley. Sporting a sneer and accompanied by his wife Melissa Hall, Travis exuded an aura of arrogance as he walks down to the ring. Once entering the ring, Travis relished in the hostility, reveling in the boisterous jeers directed his way from the fans.
JC: Well, Randy, I have to disagree with you there. Emerson is a true ring technician, and his submission skills are second to none. I believe he has what it takes to come out on top.
The referee signaled for the bell, and the match began. Emerson circled the ring, his eyes locked on Travis. They locked up in the center, and Emerson's technical prowess immediately became evident. He executed a swift arm-drag take-down, displaying his precise technique.
Travis, however, relied on brute force and brawling tactics. He managed to regain his footing, catching Emerson off guard with a thunderous clothesline that sent him sprawling to the mat.
RW: We'll see about that, John. Travis has the power advantage, and he won't hesitate to use it to his advantage. Look at that clothesline! Emerson just got flattened! That's the power of Travis Deacon-Hall.
RW: That's right, John. Emerson may have the fans on his side, but I'm telling you, Travis Deacon-Hall is a force to be reckoned with. He's gonna give that goody-two-shoes Emerson a real beating tonight.
On the other hand, a chorus of boos greeted the arrival of Travis Deacon-Hall's theme song, "Rockhouse" by Frank Shelley. Sporting a sneer and accompanied by his wife Melissa Hall, Travis exuded an aura of arrogance as he walks down to the ring. Once entering the ring, Travis relished in the hostility, reveling in the boisterous jeers directed his way from the fans.
JC: Well, Randy, I have to disagree with you there. Emerson is a true ring technician, and his submission skills are second to none. I believe he has what it takes to come out on top.
The referee signaled for the bell, and the match began. Emerson circled the ring, his eyes locked on Travis. They locked up in the center, and Emerson's technical prowess immediately became evident. He executed a swift arm-drag take-down, displaying his precise technique.
Travis, however, relied on brute force and brawling tactics. He managed to regain his footing, catching Emerson off guard with a thunderous clothesline that sent him sprawling to the mat.
RW: We'll see about that, John. Travis has the power advantage, and he won't hesitate to use it to his advantage. Look at that clothesline! Emerson just got flattened! That's the power of Travis Deacon-Hall.
The crowd gasped as Travis took control of the match, pummeling Emerson with relentless strikes and powerful slams.
JC: Emerson needs to find his footing here. He's known for his resilience and technical prowess. If he can weather this storm, he might just turn the tables on Travis.
RW: I wouldn't hold my breath, John. Travis is relentless. He's throwing Emerson around like a rag-doll. This is pure dominance!
But Emerson refused to stay down. He used his agility and technical skills to counter Travis' onslaught, applying expertly executed submission holds that showcased his mat wrestling ability. The crowd rallied behind Emerson, their cheers growing louder with every near escape and counter.
JC: But Emerson won't go down without a fight. He's countering with those textbook submission holds, showcasing his technical finesse. The crowd is firmly behind him!
As the match progressed, the pendulum swung back and forth. Each wrestler showcased their strengths, engaging in a captivating battle of contrasting styles. Emerson's technical finesse clashed with Travis' raw power, creating an electrifying atmosphere. However, Travis had a plan. Seizing an opening, he stunned Emerson with a vicious knee strike, dazing him momentarily.
RW: It's just a matter of time, John. Travis is too powerful. He's setting something up here. That knee strike to the face has Emerson dazed! He's in trouble!
JC: This could be the turning point, Randy. Emerson needs to dig deep and find a way to turn the tide!
Taking advantage of the situation, Travis hoisted Emerson onto his shoulders and drove him into the canvas with a thunderous Deacon Buster. The impact resonated throughout the arena as the referee counted the pin-fall.
RW: And look at that! Travis hoists Emerson up with incredible strength and drives him down with a spine-shattering Deacon Buster! It's over, folks!
Referee: 1..2..3!
Winner: Travis Deacon-Hall
The bell rang, signaling the end of the match. Travis Deacon-Hall emerged victorious, much to the chagrin of the disappointed crowd. He celebrated his triumph, standing over a fallen Emerson, reveling in the jeers and boos cascading from the stands.
JC: What a devastating move by Travis Deacon-Hall! Emerson gave it his all, but tonight belongs to Travis. Travis is celebrating his victory, much to the dismay of the crowd.
Melissa Hall joined Travis in the ring, a devious grin etched across her face as they cheerfully celebrate Travis's victory over Emerson.
RW: That's right, John! Travis and Melissa Hall are reveling in this moment. They've proven once again that they're forces to be reckoned with in SFT. Love 'em or hate 'em, you can't deny their determination at climbing the ladder once again!
JC: What a devastating move by Travis Deacon-Hall! Emerson gave it his all, but tonight belongs to Travis. Travis is celebrating his victory, much to the dismay of the crowd.
Melissa Hall joined Travis in the ring, a devious grin etched across her face as they cheerfully celebrate Travis's victory over Emerson.
RW: That's right, John! Travis and Melissa Hall are reveling in this moment. They've proven once again that they're forces to be reckoned with in SFT. Love 'em or hate 'em, you can't deny their determination at climbing the ladder once again!
Louis Cypher vs. Reaper (IC title match)
Slayer hits and Cypher comes out to a hail of boos.
JC: Strange they both use Slayer as their music.
Reaper jumps out from under the ring and catches cypher by surprise.
RW: We're getting started early??!
Reaper throws Cypher in the ring. The bell rings finally.
Reaper with a body slam to Cypher and a cover but only gets a 2 count. As he gets up, Cypher sweeps the legs and as Reaper hits the mat cypher kicks him in the throat! Cypher rolls around and pins him but only gets a 1 count.
JC: Lots of action to start.
Cypher gets up and so does reaper. Cypher rushes at reaper but reaper catches him and hits a rolling back power bomb!
RW: Wow!
Reaper covers Cypher the ref counts 1..2...3!
Winner: Reaper via pinfall!
JC: What a match, congratulations to Reaper on the victory! Ladies and Gentlemen, we're going to go for a commercial break and then we have one more treat for you!
*Commercial Break*
Ending Segment
JC: You gotta be kidding me!!!
RW: HE'S BACKK!!!!!
With a yacht cap perched upon his head and a vibrant smile illuminating his face, he makes his way down the ramp, engaging the crowd with playful high-fives and infectious laughter. Dressed in his eye-catching tights and sleeve waistcoat, Jay exudes both elegance and youthful energy.
RW: Ladies and Gentlemen, this is indeed A BREAKING!
JC: Call your friends, let them know what's going on here right now.
Jay removes his cap, spinning it on his finger, captivating the audience with his showmanship. With a grateful glance at the cheering fans, Jay Impact stands tall, ready to make his mark and deliver a performance that will leave a lasting impression on the world of SFT.
Jay Impact: Ladies and gentlemen, prepare yourselves for a revolution in the world of SFT! Tonight, I stand before you to introduce a force of nature, a comedic-wrestling tornado that's about to blow your minds and reshape the landscape of this federation. I'm talking about none other than the extraordinary Jay!
Crowd buzzes with anticipation.
JC: The SFT's rating defintiely going high this week.
Jay Impact: Now, I know what you're thinking. You're probably wondering, "Jay, how did you survive your time away from the ring? Did you stumble with the Avengers into another timeline instead of a wrestling school?" Well, my friends, let me tell you, the world is my timline, and tonight, I'm about to put on the performance of a lifetime.
Crowd roars with excitement.
RW: Hold on! He's about to say something important.
Jay Impact: Because there's someone who's been hogging the spotlight for far too long. That's right, I'm talking about the reigning SFT World Champion, Crackandra! Yeah yeah, I know she's Cassandra, but after her skull being cracked from 8 different spots, it will officially be named that by the SFT surgeons and medical staff. She's been missing a lot, dude. So, let me make this precise.
Crowd chants "Jay! Jay! Jay!" Jay pauses and rolls his head to every corner where fans are chanting his name and nods his head in affirmation.
Jay Impact: So Cassandra, I'm throwing down the gauntlet, right here, right now. Accept my challenge if you dare, and let's give these amazing fans a show they'll never forget!
JC: Too precise and TOO personal. Cassandra ain't gonna take it lighter.
Randy White: Indeed, John! Well thank you guys for tuning it. We will see what is being cooked in our next episodes between returning Jay and the reigning SFT champion, and a lot more. Until then, goodnight everybody.
Jay concludes his speech with a mic drop, leaving the audience captivated. With unwavering confidence and a beaming smile, he gracefully exits the ring, striding towards the arena, ready to conquer the challenges that lie ahead.
JC: What a night it's been! I can't wait to see what Titans 163 will bring! Take care everyone, have a great evening!
The scene fades to black.
