Post by Commish on Sept 24, 2024 20:07:20 GMT -5
Emerson vs. Louis Cypher
(Submission's Only Match)
John Cartwright: This is it, folks! The Submission match! Emerson taking on Louis Cypher. The only way to win is by making your opponent tap out!
Randy White: This is going to be brutal, John! No countout, no disqualifications.
The bell rings, and both competitors immediately take a cautious approach, knowing the stakes. Louis Cypher, with a sly grin, feints an early grapple, trying to lure Emerson into a mistake. Emerson, focused, refuses to be baited, keeping his stance low and ready.
John Cartwright: Neither man wants to give the other an inch here.
Randy White: The first mistake could mean the last!
They finally lock up in the center of the ring, with Cypher using his technical prowess to transition into a quick Headlock. Emerson, not wanting to stay grounded, slips out and reverses into a Hammerlock. Cypher grimaces but flips out of it, grabbing Emerson’s arm and locking in a Cross Armbar!
John Cartwright: Cypher with the early submission attempt!
Randy White: He's trying to take out Emerson’s arm early to weaken him!
Emerson struggles but uses his strength to roll through, getting back to his feet and stomping down on Cypher to break the hold. Cypher retreats, holding his chest, but the damage isn’t done yet. Emerson grabs Cypher and whips him into the corner. He follows up with a Throat Chop to disorient Cypher before slamming him to the mat with a Boston Crab attempt, but Cypher kicks out before Emerson can fully lock it in.
John Cartwright: Smart move by Cypher, he knew the Boston Crab was coming!
Randy White: Both men are trying to go for their finishers early. This could get dangerous fast!
Back on his feet, Cypher delivers a Chop Block to Emerson’s knee, taking the big man down! Cypher immediately targets the leg, locking in a Figure Four Leg Lock! Emerson is in visible pain as Cypher cranks the pressure on his knee. The referee leans in, asking Emerson if he wants to quit, but he refuses, powering through the agony.
John Cartwright: Emerson’s knee could be in serious trouble! Cypher’s known for his ability to dissect opponents piece by piece!
Randy White: He’s relentless! Emerson needs to break this or it could be over!
Using his raw strength, Emerson shifts his weight and manages to reverse the Figure Four! Now it’s Cypher who’s screaming in pain! Cypher quickly releases the hold and scrambles away, clutching his leg. Emerson pulls himself to his feet, shaking off the pain.
Crowd: "THIS IS AWESOME! THIS IS AWESOME!"
Emerson delivers a series of Throat Chops, followed by a quick Leg Drop to wear Cypher down. Sensing the tide turning, he grabs Cypher’s leg and locks in a Texas Cloverleaf, applying immense pressure to Cypher’s back!
John Cartwright: Emerson with the Cloverleaf! Is Cypher going to tap?
Randy White: Look at the torque on that! Cypher’s in serious trouble!
Cypher claws his way to the ropes, grabbing them to force a break. Emerson is forced to release the hold, but Cypher is visibly hurt. He stumbles to his feet, but Emerson isn’t done yet. He grabs Cypher and hits a Pointed Elbow Drop right to Cypher’s knee, further damaging his leg.
Randy White: Limpy Limpy Cypher!
Cypher, limping now, tries to fight back with a few forearms, but Emerson counters with a Throat Chop, followed by a Groin Stomp to weaken Cypher further. Cypher drops to the mat, clutching his leg in pain.
John Cartwright: Emerson is systematically breaking Cypher down!
Randy White: Cypher can’t get his footing—Emerson has him right where he wants him!
Sensing victory, Emerson pulls Cypher up and slams him down with a Diving Headbutt to the chest. He immediately transitions into a Boston Crab, sitting deep on Cypher’s lower back!
John Cartwright: He’s got the Boston Crab locked in again! Cypher’s in big trouble!
Randy White: This might be it, Cartwright! Cypher can’t hold on much longer!
Cypher tries to crawl to the ropes, his fingers inches away from grabbing them. But Emerson sits deeper, pulling back with all his strength. Cypher’s face twists in pain as he raises his hand, trying to fight the urge to tap.
John Cartwright: Cypher TAPS!!! HE TAPSS!!!
*DING DING DING*
John Cartwright: It’s over! Emerson wins!
Randy White: What a performance by Emerson! Deserves at least an Intercontinental Title shot for this!
WINNER: Emerson via submission
Synn vs. Jack Jones
(#1 SFT Hardcore Contenders Match)
(#1 SFT Hardcore Contenders Match)
"Devil's Daughter" plays as Mistress Synn steps out onto the ramp as she wiggles her body seductively, eliciting whistles and cat calls from the pervy men in the audience. Synn then struts down the ramp in her black latex jumpsuit, thigh high spiked heel boots. The jumpsuit accentuating her ample bosom pushing up and nearly out of the top of it. Synn then crawls into the ring on all fours like a cat and slowly makes her way to the middle of the ring while carefully avoiding the weapons that lay scattered through-out the ring. She then slowly gets to her feet and runs her hands seductively up and down her body with a moan to the cheers of the entire crowd.
"Am I Evil" by Metallica hits. Moments later, Louis Cypher makes his way to ringside while avoiding any touches or camera shots from any fans, he does not like the fans. Upon reaching ringside, he slides into the ring while pushing any objects that lay in his path; out of his way. He smirks at Mistress Synn.
The atmosphere thickened with anticipation as the crowd buzzed with excitement; knowing that a brutal hardcore match was about to unfold. The camera panned to John Cartwright and Randy White at the commentary table, both eager to share their insights on the impending carnage.
John Cartwright: “This match is going to be a brutal showcase of pain and skill! You can feel the tension in the air!”
Randy White: “Tension? More like inevitable defeat for Synn! Cypher thrives on chaos!”
The match began with the bell ringing, and both competitors wasted no time. Louis Cypher, embodying his carefree yet sinister persona, charged at Mistress Synn with a vicious running clothesline, knocks her over the top rope; sending her crashing onto the mat outside of the ring. He followed up quickly, showcasing his well-rounded abilities with a swift Impact DDT, but Synn managed to roll away towards the ring, narrowly avoiding a pin attempt.
Synn quickly regained her footing and retaliated, grabbing a whip. With his back turned, a sinister smile swept across her face as she cracked the whip across Cypher’s back, eliciting a roar from the crowd and a grimace from Cypher. He stumbled forward, but not for long, as he quickly turned and eyed his opponent with a defiant glare.
John Cartwright: “Synn is showing no mercy! That whip is her weapon of choice!”
Randy White: “She thinks she’s dominant, but Cypher is just getting started!”
Cypher, undeterred, retrieved his cane, swinging it menacingly before crashing it down over Synn’s head with a sickening thud. The impact caused her to stagger, a trickle of blood appearing as she clutched her forehead, a satisfied grin still plastered across her face.
Outside the ring, the action intensified as they exchanged slams into the guardrails, each impact echoing through the arena. Cypher lifted Synn and whipped her into the steel steps, her body colliding with a loud clang. She grimaced but rolled back into the fight, showcasing her submission skills with a sudden Crossface Mandible Claw, digging her fingers into Cypher's throat as he struggled to escape.
Cartwright: “That’s Synn’s signature move! She’s really targeting Cypher’s stamina!”
White: “This is what hardcore is all about! No holds barred!”
It doesn't take very long for Louis Cypher to instinctively rake Synn's eyes; causing her to break the submission hold as she naturally grasps at her eyes. Cypher quickly grabs her by the hand before he forcefully slings Mistress Synn back into the ring. With a sadistic smile on his face, Louis Cypher slides back into the ring.
As the match continued, both wrestlers delivered punishing blows. Cypher unleashed another eye rake, temporarily blinding Synn, before launching her with a suplex that sent shockwaves through the ring. He looked poised to claim victory, but Synn was relentless. She executed a stunning rolling German suplex, flipping Cypher like a ragdoll.
Synn, showing her tactical acumen, set up a table in the center. The crowd roared in anticipation as she positioned Cypher into a sitting position on the top rope. The tension in the arena was palpable, fans unsure of who would claim the brutal victory.
Synn climbed the ropes, adrenaline surging through her veins as she prepared for her next move. In a breathtaking display of agility, she launched herself off with a hurricanrana, flipping Cypher through the table with a resounding crash. The crowd erupted, the sound of wood splintering mingling with the roar of the audience.
Synn quickly rolled over to Cypher, her face a mask of determination. She hooked his leg for the pin as the referee slid into position.
Referee: “One! Two! Three!”
The bell rang, signaling the end of the match. Mistress Synn had triumphed, becoming the new, number one contender for the SFT Hardcore Championship Title.
Cartwright: “What a display of resilience! Synn really dug deep to secure this victory!”
White: “She got lucky! Cypher will be back with a vengeance!”
As Synn celebrated her hard-fought victory, the camera zoomed in on her bloodied but triumphant face, a clear sign of the battle she had just won. The crowd cheered, knowing this was only the beginning of her pursuit for the Hardcore Championship.
Travis Deacon-Hall vs. Mike Zybala (C)
(SFT World Championship Match)
Special Guest Referee: Cassandra
Zybala and Travis are already in the ring as they are staring each other down.
The bell rings to start the match!
Travis and Zybala circle one another, then the two men eventually lock up in a test of strength in the middle of the ring! Zybala uses his strength to overpower Travis and throws him down with a Belly to Belly Suplex!
JC: Impressive take down by Zybala!
Travis rolls out of the ring as Zybala follows him to the outside of the ring! Travis catches Zybala as he was coming out of the ring and throws him back into the ring!
RW: Travis caught Zybala off guard!
JC: Travis is trying to outsmart the champ!
RW: I doubt that would ever happen.
Travis waits for Zybala to get back onto his feet and then runs at him going for a Running Clothesline, but Zybala catches Travis with the Lou Thesz Press!
Zybala goes for a cover....
1....
Cassandra is counting slow!
2...
Kickout by Travis!
Zybala stands up and looks at Cassandra angrily after she did the slow count.
Zybala: You trying to make me lose my title?
Cassandra: Just wrestle the damn match!
Zybala picks up Travis and has him on his shoulders going for another powerful move, but Travis slides down the back of Zybala and then whips him into the corner and then starts laying in rights and lefts in the corner!
JC: Both of these men are going at each other and want to win here tonight!
RW: It's going to come down to which man has more left in the tank.
JC: The gold is on the line and we already know that Zybala will not be taken down easily.
Zybala bounces off the ropes and drops Travis with a Running Shoulder tackle and then another one! Zybala stands at the head of Travis going for a standing elbow drop, but Travis gets his left foot up, kicking Zybala in the head, causing him to be stunned!
RW: Travis is trying to get some offense going for himself.
Travis kips back up to his feet and stalks Zybala as he turns around and Travis hits Zybala with an enziguri. Travis picks up Zybala, but Zybala hits a Sidewalk Slam out of nowhere!
Zybala lifts Travis back up to his feet and then locks in a side headlock to Travis in the middle of the ring!
Travis makes his way to the bottom rope forcing Zybala to break the hold!
Both men get back up to their feet and Zybala throws Travis into the corner!
Travis is staggering in the corner. Zybala hits Facial Reconstruction!
Zybala makes the cover...
1...
Again, Cassandra is doing a slow count!
2...
Slow count!
3!!
Announcer: Here is your winner and still the SFT World Champion....MIKE ZYBALA!!
Zybala gets to his feet and looks at Cassandra and is quick to call her out on her slow counting!
Zybala: You got a problem with me?? What's your deal with the slow counting against me??
Cassandra: I don't have to stand here and take any shit from you Zybala! Here! Take your damn title!
Cassandra gives him the world title belt and he takes it.
Cassandra: By the way.....THAT TITLE DOESN'T LOOK GOOD ON YOU!
She turns and leaves the ring and heads up the ramp to the back.
RW: What a match! And there is clearly some tension between Zybala and Cassandra!
JC: Our new world champion is off to a great start in his world title reign!
The show fades out!
