SFT Presents: Monday Night Chaos (Ep14, 17/07/2017)

SFT Presents: Monday Night Chaos (Ep14, 17/07/2017) Jul 19, 2017 13:33:14 GMT -5

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Post by Glenn Owen on Jul 19, 2017 13:33:14 GMT -5

Live from the Verison Centre, Washington D.C

As the show comes live on air, we zoom slowly into the Verison Centre in Washington DC. It's early evening and in the background we can already here hundreds of fans outside chanting "SFT, SFT".

A few moments later, we hear "Scream" by Chris Cornell, and as the music drives up we suddenly go from outside to inside the arena. As the camera pans around whilst the music fills the arena, we zoom into the announcers table where John Cartright is sitting next to Randy White.

JC: Ladies and Gentleman, Boys and Girls from here in Washington DC and indeed around the entire world, my name is John Cartright, and next to me sits Randy Wright, and we both welcome you to the 14th Edition of Monday Night Chaos...

RW: Damn it John I'm excited, I'm like real excited. We have some awesome matches tonight. Tell them john, tell them....

JC: Indeed we have folks. Tonight Emerson defends his newly won Intercontinental Championship against a fellow vet and good friends Twilight.

RW: And don't forget the new guys coming up first! to say nothing about Robert Saints and Jackson Kent taking on our owner!

JC: And in the main event guys, in what promises to be a truly brilliant match, Redd takes on Rumpke in what should be one of the greatest matches we've seen on Monday Night Chaos.

RW: I love it John, and damn it I love SFT.

JC: So ladies and Gentleman, settle down, grab yourself a warm glass of milk and get ready for the fantastic action right here in the Verison Centre.....

As the music slowly dies down, it takes the fans a lot longer before they begin the quiet down. Chants of SFT can be heard all around the arena. When they finally begin to quiet down, we go back to the announcers table where Randy is staring intensely at John....

JC: Randy, you're doing it again, your doing that staring thing!

RW: A glass of warm milk?

John looks at Randy....

JC: Yeah....

RW: John, how long have we been doing this?

JC: Randy we have this argument nearly every week, it's getting embarrassing....

RW: And yet you still come out here and make a mockery of yourself month in and month out.

JC: You're going to mention Redneck Wild now aren't you!

Randy continues to speak without listening to what John is saying.

RW: This week I've been spending time with my good friend Redneck Wild, and he's been telling me that I don't need to be hanging out with the likes of you!

JC: Because I'm a sissy faced liberal?

Randy is still not listening to a word John is saying.

RW: You see John, my buddy Redneck has explained to me that you're a sissy faced liberal!

JC: And that true patriots drink Beer.....

RW: And you see John, real patriots, real men that love this country, they drink BEER John!

All of a sudden the lights in the arena dim, and suddenly we hear "Aqua Tuta" by Kashtin coming through the PA system. As the lights suddenly come back on, we see SFT World Champion Glenn Owen standing at the top of the ring.

JC: Why don't you ask him about being a patriot John?

RW: Wow, Glenn Owen is here! Damn it John stop talking and distracting me will you!

Glenn waves at the cheering crowd as they start to chant his name. He makes his way calmly down the ramp and over to the announcers table. He waves at the crowd before pulling up a chair and sitting next to John and Randy. He signals for someone to bring him a headset.

JC: Well this is unexpected. Ladies and Gentleman we're joined now by non other that SFT World Champion and hall of famer Glenn Owen! Glenn how are you sir!

Glenn: I'm not bad thank you John. You forgot to mention Monday Night Chaos Producer as well though...

JC: Sorry.

RW: It's an honour to have you here Sir.

Glenn stares at Randy....

Glenn: Yes I would imagine it is!

JC: What brings you out here Glenn....

Glenn: Well I thought I would help out on commentary and take a first hand look at the new blood, if that's ok with you guys?

RW: Hell yeah!

JC: Of course. Well ladies and gentleman indeed we have to new wrestlers debuting tonight, so lets get on with the show and get the first match under way.

Travis Deacon Hall vs. Tyler Hardy
Standard Match

Longnecks & Rednecks plays over the arena as Travis Deacon Hall and his manager/wife Melissa Sage Hall make their way out to the top of the entrance ramp. Travis and Melissa walks down the entrance ramp to the ring. Travis climbs up the steel steps and then holds the top and middle ropes apart so that Melissa can get into the ring. Inside the ring, Travis and Melissa share a passionate kiss before Melissa exits the ring as Travis waits for his opponent to come out next.

RW: Well already I am jealous of Travis.

JC: Join the club hahaha.

RW: What about you Glenn.

Glenn: I’m getting married in like 3 days Randy, what do you think?

RW: Oh yeah, congrats!

JC: Year congrats man!

The arena lights dim to yellow as the stage lights up with hugh "Yellow Jacket" logo. Moments pass before "Relentless" by Of Mice & Men hits the airwaves. Tyler Hardy appears through the stage of smoke throwing his arms out wide. He removes his stylish sunglasses before making his way towards the ring. Tyler leaps onto the apron then over the top rope by rolling to the middle of the ring. Tyler pauses as the crowd embraces him. The music fades then Tyler gets to his feet.

JC: Well Tyler seems to like the attention.

RW: Confidence, I like that!

Glenn: Me too, he’ll need it here that’s for sure. SFT is not one for the faint hearted.

RW: Amen to that!

The ref tells them each of the rules and says its time. The bell rings and we begin. Tyler starts it off with a flying elbow as Travis hits the mat.

JC: These guys should consider being a tag team or a stable, call themselves T n T.

RW: You know what that’s not half bad. So Glenn, how’s it been producing the show!

Glenn: It’s tough, but it has its rewards. There is one thing I have to address though!

RW: Yeah, what’s that?

Glenn: You!

RW: What! What did I do.

JC: Oh dear Randy, what have you done.

RW: Just call the match you….

Tyler with an implant knee right on the chest of Travis. Tyler picks up Travis and hits a belly to back overhead suplex! Tyler goes for the cover but only gets a 1 count.

JC: Not even close.

RW: Glenn, what have I done?

Glenn: Nothing too bad, I just wanted to tell you something that’s all….

RW: What?

Tyler pulls at Travis with a japanese arm drag but Travis jumps over Tylers arm and clotheslines him in a great counter move!

JC: That’s a good move…

Glenn: The guys got form no doubt!

Travis now on the offense with a rake to the eyes of Tyler and then a double underhook suplex slam!

JC: Wow

Travis covers Tyler and the ref counts

1……….

2……….

kickout!

JC: That was really close.

Travis now goes for an elevated DDT and hits it!

JC: This could be it.

He covers Tyler and the ref counts

1………...

2…………..

kickout!

JC: That was so, so close

Travis goes up top and flies off but Tyler lifts up his boot and nails Travis right in the face!

JC: Oh no!

Tyler slowly gets up and picks up Travis and hits a brainbuster!

JC: Old school move!

Tyler now covers Deacon as the ref counts

1………….

2………….

3!!!

WINNER: TYLER HARDY

JC: Tyler gets the win in his debut in SFT. Great first match from Tyler…

Glenn: Yes but I am equally impressed with Travis Deacon.

JC: I as well.

Tyler celebrates in the ring on his debut victory as the fans give both men an excellent reception. After they have made their way out of the ring, Randy turns to Glenn.

RW: Glenn, what have I done, did I do nothing to upset you?

Glenn: Not at all Randy, but since I’ve been doing so much work around here I wanted to go the extra step and tell you something personally.

RW: Whats that?

Glenn: Well, I’ve heard you talking about sissy liberals and how we’re not true patriots!

RW: Yeah, those sissy liberals are everywhere. Just ask John he’s one of them.

JC: For god sake Randy!

Glenn: Well that’s what I wanted to tell you Randy, I, Glenn Owen, am a sissy liberal………..

Randy goes silent and doesn’t say a word!

Glenn: So Randy, what do you think about that? Do I offend you? Have you a personal problem with me that you would like to.............. discuss?

RW: Of course not Glenn

Glenn: Sir….

RW: Of course not Sir. I didn’t mean to offend. I mean….. I’ve always loved liberals haven’t I John!

JC: (laughing hysterically) Oh this is fantastic.

RW: John tell him, tell him I love liberals!

Glenn: I’m glad to hear it Randy. So I’ll just go backstage now and listen carefully to the rest of the show shall I?

RW: Of course, and it was soooooo wonderful having you with us Sir!

Glenn: Indeed…

Glenn gets up, and as he goes gives John Cartright a pat on the back as he continues to laugh! The crowd cheer as Glenn exits at the top of the ring ramp.

RW: Oh shut up John!

JC: Classic, absolutely classic!

RW: Just call the rest of the show will ya!

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Emerson vs. Twilight
Intercontinental Title Match

I will be heard by Hatebreed plays as Twilight walks through the curtain and walks to the ring.

JC: This match should be good these two men know eachother REALLY well.

Kryptonite by 3 doors down plays and emerson walks out raising his hands on his way rolling into the ring, tapping his chest.

The ref holds the title high in the air, the coverted intercontinental title and the bell rings. Emerson wastes no time at charging at twilight with right hands pushing him back into the corner. Twilight tries to block all the shots but can't get to them all. he starts to fall down in the corner and emerson keeps throwing hands. Twilight falls to the bottom turnbuckle and Emreson backs up beathing heavy. he then charges back with his knee and connects to twilights jaw. the ref backs him up to check on twilight for a few seconds. emreson after waiting for a few comes back over and moves the ref out the way . Twilight throws a right at emersons stomach. then another right. He grabs and wraps his arms around emreson and turns him around smashing his back into the turnbuckle. Twilight stumbles back to try to catch his breath and emerson trying to gain his composure back to get back on the offensive. Twilight shakes his head and starts to walk over but em hits him with a serious clothesline, sends twilight to the canvas. Emerson picks twilight up off the ground and whips him to the ropes. On the return Emerson catches him with a knee to the stomach and flips him over. he goes for the pin but only gets a 2 count.

JC: Emerson seems to be all business tonight

RW: He wants his hands on that title. big bucks are on the line.

Emerson wraps his arms around his neck and holds him to the ground squeezing trying to put him to sleep Twilight tries to grab his head , nose, anything to get him off but has failed in every attempt thus far Twilight tries to toss his legs around so you can turn , so he does so and now is facing emerson and has now locked his hands on his faces scratching it till he lets go and emerson is rubbing his face in pain Twilgith struggles to get up chocking but sees emerson trying to get up. he walks over and starts kicking his leg. emerson on one knee as twilight bounces off the ropes and missle kicks his face and he spins outside the ropes . Twilight gets back up and sees him on the outisde so he looks and bounces again off the ropes and baseball slides emreson into the guard rail. Twilight starts kicking him as the crowd cheers beside them. Twilight picks up em and tosses him into the ring steps shoulder first. he picks him back up and hang mans him over the guard rail and em holds his throat. He picks him back up and tosses him into the guard rail itself pushing the fans in the front row back a little bit then throws him over into the people.

JC: Twilight gaining the upper hand midway through this one

RW: He started slow but has since picked up the pace trying to keep em off the offensive.

JC: Good stuff going on here Tonight

Twilight follows into the crown and tosses emerson back over the rail... he waits for em to get to a knee and twilight launches himself back over the guard rail and starts hammering on Emersons face. he gets up and looks at the crowd before he starts removing some stuff from the announce table. Em starts to stir around and stick his hand under the ring. Twilight gets done moving stuff around and goes over but emerson gets up with a chair in his hand. He tries to swing it at Twilight but he misses and toss the chair on the other side of the mat. Twilight hits him in athe stomach with a boot and tries to powerbomb him into the table but emerson reverse it and back body drops him onto tht edge of the apron. both men are down but em tries to get back to his feet first. with twilight holding his back em sends forarms to the small of his back. He tosses twilight back to the ring and inside emerson climbs the ropes and drops a elbow to the back of twilight. he goes for a cover and he still only gets 2. Emerson picking up Twilight slide arond him and hits a german suplex bridge for a count but only gets a 2. Emerson picks up twilight again but he grabs the front of his attire and forces his head into the 2nd turnbuckle. This gives twilight some time to breath as emerson holds his nose. Twilight goes over and smashes his head again in the turn buckle and then launches him tot he other side. Twilight runs over and delivers a shoulder to the stomach twilight backs up and waits as emerson stumbles out the corner bent over.. Twilight pulls emerson in and lifts him for a sitdown power bomb. and hits the cover

1...

2....

3!!!!...

WINNER: TWILIGHT

JC: WOW That sit down powerbomb landed flush

RW : Not many people can withstand twilights sitdown power bomb and it just won him the Intercontinental championship.

JC: What an amazing match by two of SFT's long standing vets, and we have a new IC Champion to go with it. Well done to Twilight.

Commercial: AJAX "The all Purpose Cleaner"

Wife walks into bathroom as husband is bathing their 1 year old daughter.

Wife: Honey how's it going in here?
Husband: Good but I dont want to bathe Winifred anymore.
Wife: Why not? Whats the matter.
Husband: Everytime I bathe her she poops in the tub. Its like shes waiting for me to bathe her.
Wife: Honey thats silly. Winnie doesnt know any better.
Husband: I dont know about that.

(Baby gives him a sly smile)

Wife: Tell you what, after today Ill bathe her and you get her dinner ready. Deal.
Husband: Deal.

(And on que a dookie rises up in the tub and floats)

Wife: Oh my!
Husband: Im going to start calling her Winnie the Poo.

Wife and Husband both laugh.

Wife: I'll get the ajax from under the tub to scrub the tub.

Don't get caught out by a dookie!!! Grab yourself some AJAX right now, because you never know when the next floaters coming your way!

Jackson Kent vs. Robert Saints vs. Reno Destiny
Triple Threat Match

JC: Ok Randy, now it’s time for a triple threat match.

RW: It’s one I’ve been looking forward to all week. Two of our most up and coming young guns facing off against one of our Co-Owners. Can’t beat trying to get a beat on the boss. Hey, that sounds pretty good. Just call me Snoop Randy.

JC: What?

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 its 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.

JC: Robert Saints looks as fired up as ever. Damn I love those Pyro’s….

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.

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.

JC: And now we just need Reno…

RW: Aye…..

The crowd wait for Reno Destiny’s music to hit, and after a few moments the crowd begin to get agitated.

RW: Well where is he then?

JC: How should I know?

A few more moments pass and still nothing. The crowd are now booing and Robert Saints and Jackson Kent start to look around wondering what is going on.

RW: Well this is fun. Ref just start the match will ya!

All of a sudden we see Harold walking out to the ring.

JC: Good old Harold.

RW: Yeh but what’s he doing here. I’m not sure I want to see his fat ass getting thrown around the ring as some kind of replacement.

Harold goes into the ring and starts talking to the referee. After a few moments Harold walks away and the ref turns for the bell to signal the start of the match.

JC: Looks like it’s not going to be a three way after all Randy!

RW: Damn I was looking forward to that.

As the bell rings Saints and Kent lock up into each other, and it’s Saints that gets the upper hand and throws Kent back into the corner, where he lunges at him and connects with an elbow to the head. He then starts hitting away at Kent, but suddenly Kent reverses and puts Saints into the corner. He whips him out across to the other corner of the ring, and as he drives after him aiming towards the mid section, Saints moves out of the way and Kent goes crashing into the turnbuckle, almost catch his head on the steel corner post of the ring.

RW: Lucky!

JC: Hardly!

RW: Well it could have been a whole lot worse.

Saints brings Kent back into the centre of the ring and both men give each other a few chops across the chest, much to the delight of the crowd. Saints hits Kent in the head, then gets behind him and delivers a brilliantly executes belly to back suplex. He gets up and after bringing Kent with him performs the exact same move again. However as he goes for his 3rd attempt, Kent dips out of the hold and gets behind Saints himself, then manages to execute a Hanging DDT which leaves Saints rolling around on the floor.

JC: Awesome move…

RW: Trademark move at that….

Kent goes for the cover and the ref stars the count…

1……

2……

Kick Out

JC: That was close Randy!

Kent looks down at Saints and starts to stomp away at him, he then goes over into the corner of the ring and looks at the crowd as he starts to stamp his feat….

JC: Interesting, looks like Jackson Kent is about to pay tribute to another certain wrestler I know…

As Saints is dazed in the middle of the ring, He slowly gets up and turns around where upon Kent delivers a sweet chin music which sends Kent straight to the ground.

RW: That’s it, it’s over….

The ref starts the count….

1……

2……

3……

The ref calls for the bell….

WINNER: JACKSON KENT

JC: What a great match Randy.

RW: It sure was, Robert Saints needs to find his winning ways again, but it looks like Jackson Kent is nicely back on track. Such a shame about Reno though!

JC: Well you can’t have everything can you!

RW: Sure I can, and even if I can’t, that’s never stopped me trying has it!

JC: Tell me about it!

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Redd vs. Rumpke
Main Event: Standard Match

JC: Ok Randy, it's main event time.

RW: And Boy have I been looking forward to this!

JC: These guys have been at ech other for the past two weeks folks. And it promises to be one hell of a main event.

Typo negative hits as rumpke comes walking out, mostly cheers. But he looks uncomfortable.

RW: Rumpke looks like a deer caught in the headlights.

JC: He doesn't know how to react in this kind of setting.

RW: He needs to get used to it.

Sober by tool hits as Redd comes out the new music.

JC: A dig at Rumpke with that song?

RW: Possibly, but damn cool song.

They stand toe to toe.

The bell rings and both men dart full speed ahead at each other. A loud boom is heard from both of their skulls colliding with a vicious impact. One that knocks both back a few steps. Redd and Rumpke are dazed for the same length of time, ands its a matter of seconds before they both start swinging fists at one another.

JC: What a start to what will be one hell of a match between two bulls.

They both continue exchanging punches while no one gets an upper hand on the other. Redd spills the first blood with a powerful right handed hook that cuts Rumpke's eye. Moments later, Redd comes in with a left handed haymaker that was poised to take Rumpke's head off. At the last second, Rumpke dodges the shot from Redd and quickly counters with a flurry of rights and lefts. Each shot from Rumpke sends Redd one step back at a time. The momentum gains before Redd uses his knee to connect with a blatant low blow on Rumpke. The shot briefly stuns the drunken brawler and Redd takes advantage of the mere seconds leighway by sending an onslaught of rights and lefts at Rumpke. Blood flows from the cut above Rumpke's eye with each and every shot that Redd connects with. Each punch from Redd causes Rumpke to take a step back until he finds himself leaning up against the corner.

RW: Rumpke's dazed! Take him out Redd!

Redd sends another haymaker at Rumpke. The drunken brawler blocks the haymaker out of nowher and follows up with a thunderous head butt that crashes into Redd's nose. Redd's eyes water and his nose begins to bleed as Rumpke waste's no time smashing his fist into Redd's gut. Redd reacts to the blow by bending over just before he reaches out and grabs Rumpke before another blow can be sent his direction. Redd picks Rumpke up high into the air and fiercly slams him onto the ground. Shockwaves from the initial impact shakes the ring. Redd takes a moment to wipe the tears our of his eyes and the blood off of his face. He looks to Rumpke who is gasping for air. Redd approaches the drunken fighter and reaches down to grab him when out of nowhere, Rumpkes legs shift and they trip Redd; Rumpke quickly jumps up to his knees and throws a punch that is blocked. A swift kick knocks Rumpke to all fours long enough for Redd to get up to his feet. Rumpke lags slightly behind. Both men are up to their feet as Redd sends another haymaker, this one connects and the impact sends Rumpke over the top rope. Rumpke tumbles as he falls to the mat landing on his back. Redd stands in the ring and looks at the drunken brawler coldly as Rumpke slowly makes it up to his feet. Rumpke reaches onto the apron while staring into Redd's eyes and grabs his bottle of Kentucky Cornshine. Rumpke twists the cap off and begins chugging the bottle.

RW: Dont let that madman drink!!!!

Half of the bottle is finished just before Redd slams into Rumpke with a baseball slide. The force sends Rumpke crashing back into the guard rail. Some booze is spilt but Rumpke manages to save some by keeping a tight grip on his bottle. Redd comes in with heavy lefts and rights that all connect before Rumpke latches onto Redd and begins biting his face. The ref begins demanding that Rumpke let go of Redd and that the two seperate. This ref gets a count off to 3 before Rumpke lets go of Redd. Both men back up. Rumpke quickly chugs the rest of the bottle before Redd slams another fist into Rumpke's face. The force sends Rumpke back a few steps but the drunken brawler bounces back and closes the distance quickly before spearing Redd into the guardrail. Rumpke quickly throws one forearm smash into Redds face. Redd bounces right back and slams a fist into Rumpke's face. Both men grab each other and take turns slinging their bodies around the outside of the ring. Each men throw rights and lefts as the opportunity presents itself. Some shots to the face, others to the gut. This goes on the whole time while the referee is counting down.. The bell rings yet the fight hasn't stopped.

JC: This is madness!!! Absolute fucking chaos!!

Both men show no signs of slowing down while a load of security guards come out of nowhere and struggle to seperate the two raging berserkers. More security begin running out to ringside as the bell is continually ringing and finally the two are seperated and Redd begins to calm down as he gets a few moments away from the chaos that just happened. He wipes the blood off of his face to reveal alot of cuts.. Meanwhile Rumpke is doing everything he can to get free. He continues to rage on while his face is covered in blood. He is eventually pinned to the ground by many men.....

RESULT: DRAW

JC: My God Randy, it's been one of those nights.

RW: You can say that again John. Absolute carnage everywhere you look! I'm lost for words and I don't think these guys are finished fighting yet!

JC: Ladies and Gentlemen, it's been an awesome night here on Monday Night Chaos. Tune in next time for more madness, until then goodnight and god bless...

Thank you for watching the 14th episode of Strike Fantasy Towers Chaos. Your match writers this week were Glenn Owen, Rumpke, Reno Destiny and Joey. All other content was produced and written by Glenn Owen.

All Rights Reserved, All Wrongs Revenged.

Rumpke: Greetings Synn, welcome to SFT! I look forward to seeing you get involved with our humble fed. I'm glad that you're here!

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