SFT Presents: Everything Ends PPV (12/31/2017)

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Post by Glenn Owen on Dec 31, 2017 14:20:21 GMT -5

This PPV is dedicated to all those brave souls who have fought, won and bled for the world that we call Strike Fantasy Towers. You will always be remembered, and wherever you are know this... we are still here, we are still strong, and for that we thank you always....... Glenn Owen

Live from the Amway Center, Orlanda Florida

Sunday 31st December 2017

As the show opens we fade in from a black screen where we get a long areal view of the Amyway Center in Orlanda. Although it’s only early evening, the lights around the arena are on full show, and fans are still lining up down the street hoping for any last minute tickets that may be available for tonight’s show.

As we zoom in a little closer, we can hear some chants from inside the arena, and the faint chant of “SFT” can be heard from the thousands of fans inside the arena who are waiting for tonight’s show to start.

Finally we move inside the arena, where everyone is on their feet waving various banners in homage to their favourite superstars. One young lad is holding up a banner saying “Redd, show us the darkness", another banner reads "Jamo, you're my kind strange ass weirdo". After a few more moments we zoon into ringside where John Cartright and Rany White are seated...

JC: Ladies and gentleman, boys and girls from around the world. The arena is kicking and the atmosphere is electric. We’re here in the Amway Center in Florida, and may we both welcome you to SFT’s latest PPV, Everything Ends.

RW: We’re back on PPV John, and I could not be more excited if you took some mistletoe, pinned it over my head and sent me half naked into a room full of super models!

JC: What!

RW: I’m excited John, we’re on PPV god damn it!

JC: Whatever, guys tonight we have 5 matches, 2 titles on the line as well as a whole other host of stuff that’s been brewing backstage for weeks. So rather than keep you waiting any further, let the show commence. Once again, welcome to Everything Ends…..

As the music dies down Randy turns to John who looks blankly away for a few moments. Then Randy decides to finally speak…

RW: Do you think I went too far there?

JC: Randy, there is a reason I do the intros, we have this argument every single fortnight on Titans.

RW: I thought it was quite funny!

JC: Actually it was crass and rude. We are a family show and millions of kids are watching right now!

RW: So, they have to grow up sometime.

JC: Half naked in a room full of super models! Really Randy!, I mean REALLY?

RW: Count your blessing my old friend, I could have said fully naked in a room full of prepaid drunken hookers.

JC: Right that’s it, Randy just shut up and lets please just get on with the show!

Jack Jones vs. Redd

First Blood Match

RW: Ok our firstmatch of the night.

JC: And it should be a good one.

Friends in low places hits as Jack Jones makes his way to the ring to mostly cheers. He has on a jeans, boots and a black tshirt with a white circle on it.

RW: Two of the oldest members of SFT going at it.

JC: And long time friends to boot.

The ballad by Testament hits as Redd comes out to a mixed reaction. He has a smile on his face as he gets to the ring.

The ref stands between them as the bell rings.

RW: Here we go.

Jack and Redd appear to be getting ready to fight when they stop and suddenly give each other a hug,shake hands and raise their arms in unison.

NO CONTEST

JC: Guess we expected that, Wall members protect this place, they don’t fight each other.

RW: I feel violated John!

JC: Get over it Randy, we still have a long night ahead of us!

Down at ringside....

RW: John, we spoke a few weeks ago about a mysterious group or individual who’s been tweeting threats at SFT and our roster. They’ve kept it up.

JC: Keyboard warriors…

RW: Today’s threat seems to suggest that they’re going to be at tonight’s event!

JC: I’ll believe it when I see it.

RW: Well, we’ll see what happens, fingers crossed it doesn’t mean anything!

Commercial: Star Wars, The Last Jedi

Reno Destiny vs. Robert Saints

Standard Match

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.

JC: Did you know Robert is a 4th generation wrestler?

RW: I did not know that.

JC: Wrestling is in his blood.

Train of Consequences by Megadeth hits as Reno Destiny makes his way down to the ring to mostly hails and cheers.

RW: Well he had a successful return match last Titans, lets see if he can keep up the momentum.

They stand toe to toe as the bell rings.

JC: Here we go.

Robert starts it off with a flying clothesline and then a drop toe hold. Robert goes for a quick pin but only gets a 1 count. Robert with an implant DDT!

RW: nice power move!

Robert once again covers Reno as the ref counts

1………….

2……………..

kickout!

Robert can't believe it. He climbs the turnbuckles and flies off but at the last moment Reno lifts his leg n Robert super kicks himself.

Reno covers Robert and we get the count

1....

2....

WINNER: RENO DESTINY

RW: and that is all she wrote. Reno is strong since his return.

Commercial: No Other Choice At The Airport

Backstage....

We cut to the backstage area at the arena and are met with the production office which has been turned upside down.

Joseph Black walks into the room and is visibly shocked to see the extent of the destruction. He looks around the room and rushes over to a member of the production team who is lying unconscious amongst the upturned chairs and paperwork. Joseph shakes the production guy until he wakes up.

Joseph: What the hell happened?

Production guy: I… don’t know. It went dark… I don’t know what happened.

He looks confused and groggy but opens his hand and holds up a few black feathers and passes them to Joseph. He looks more confused at this and Joseph helps him to a sitting position before going to get some medical staff.

As Joseph goes to leave the office he notices the door has shut behind him and on the back of the door there has been a message scrawled on the door.

“We are here.”

Joseph Black looks down at the feathers in his hand and then at the message on the door as the camera cuts back to the announce team at ringside.

Travis Deacon-Hall vs. Jackson Kent

Standard Match

RW: John, what the hell was all that about?

JC: Hmm, seems like this really is a thing!

RW: Are we being taken over or something"

JC: Beats me.

RW: Where's our producer when you need him?

JC: Glenn Owen, I think he's spending the holiday with family.

RW: Well get him back here for god sake. I need protecting!

JC: Randy, calm down and concentrate man. We still have a long night ahead of us!

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: Travis looks good to go, I hear Harold is watching this match very closely, and the winner might get a world title shot.

JC: We shall see.

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.

Amanda Summers: 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 bell rings quickly and before Jackson even knows whats going on we see Travis double axe handle Jackson and then hits a quick DDT!

RW: fast start

Travis with a quick cover on Jackson as the ref counts

1……….

2…………..

kickout!

Travis argues with the ref for a second before refocusing back on Jackson. Travis goes for a quick end locking in a Sharpshooter!

JC: Jackson is in trouble right now!

Travis has a huge smile on his face as we see the possible world title contender grinning. Jackson though in obvious pain starts to make his way inch by inch towards the ropes.

RW: Man I cant even imagine the pain that Jackson is in right now.

All of a sudden someone jumps the gaurdrail and gets into the ring.

RW: is that?

JC: it is, it's Lucas Balkan!

Lucas gets in and attacks Travis with an axe handle, then a DDT! He then turns to Jackson and nails him with a power bomb!

NO CONTEST

RW: welcome back home Lucas Balkan!

JC: Well nobody wins this match, but that's not really the story here!

RW: That's one hell of a return from an old time vet. Things are going to get really interesting around here from now on.

JC: One of the rare times we probably agree with each other Randy!

Lucas leaves ring to a mixed reaction from the crowd as both Jackson and Travis are laid out on the floor.

Commercial: A Real Smart Way To Mop Up!

Louis Cypher vs. Jamo

Hell in a Cell Match - Intercontinental Title Match

Lights goes blackout, Fans use there phone lights as fireflies, Crazy Laughter echos the room then Purple lights up the arena, black smoke covers the arena, Severed limbs throne appeared through the middle of the entrance stage while Jamo is sitting on the throne wearing a hooded jacket, black gloves, Long black pants and black wrestling boots then Jamo gets off his throne and starts walking slowly down the ramp with both arms raised sideways while Jamo is walking then Jamo slides in the ring like edge while Jamo is on the ring mat Jamo revealed himself as lifting his head up then the hooded comes off showing Jamo face as Jamo's eyes are white, face covered with white skeleton paint smiling very scary then slides towards the corner waiting for his next victim.

RW: And Jamo looks set to go.

Slayer hits as Louis Cypher now makes his way down to the ring, mostly to boos.

JC: Neither of these men are fan favorites.

RW: True dat.

The stand in the center as the ref points to the ceiling as the cell begins to get lowered.

RW: This has got to be an advantage for Jamo who is probably way more experienced in these type of matches than Louis Cypher.

The cell is finally all the way down, the ref reads them the rules and the bell rings.

JC: Here comes the pain!

On que Jamo forearms Cypher into the corner and shoulder blocks him into the turnbuckle and climbs over him and hits a hurricane DDT!

RW: Fast start there for Jamo!

Jamo climbs the top again and sits and waits as Cypher slowly gets up and turns around he is met by a Blockbuster by Jamo!

JC: Jamo showing some range here right now.

Jamo with the cover and the ref counts

1…………...

2……………..

kickout!

RW: Close, very close!

Jamo stands up Cypher and throws him into the cell head first and Cypher is busted open as he is beginning to bleed above his right eye.

RW: Already?

Cypher now looks angry as he turns and head butts Jamo and now Jamo has Cyphers blood on his forehead.

JC: This is going to be a bloody match!

Cypher now with a drop kick on Jamo followed by a knee to the face as Jamo was trying to get up.

RW: Jamo just woke up a sleeping giant.

Cypher now picks up Jamo and body slams him into the cell!

JC: ohhh!!!!!!

Cypher approaches Jamo but Jamo gets up and spears him!

RW: No!!!!!

Jamo with a sit down power bomb! He covers the ref then counts

1....

2....

WINNER: JAMO

RW: Jamo does it! He wins his first title in SFT!

JC: great match, but the best is yet to come.

After the match.....

Jamo is still in the ring celebrating his hard fought victory when the lights suddenly go out.

RW: What is this?

JC: Someone needs to learn their lesson and pay the damn bills…

As the lights come back up, Jamo is still in the ring but two masked men are standing across from him. They are dressed head to toe in black, with black feathers on their coats, and bizarre, black bird’s beak shaped gas masks covering their faces. One is holding a baseball bat in his right hand and the other stands with an umbrella learning across his shoulder. They stand motionless, staring at Jamo.

Jamo looks confused but as the men aren’t moving, Jamo starts to try and walk slowly away towards the ropes and to head to the back.

RW: I don’t think Jamo wants any part of this, he’s just had a match and is our new IC Champion.

Jamo shakes his head and smirks a little as he decides to leave the ring. As he leans to climb through the ropes he suddenly feels the point of the umbrella under his chin as one of the men has walked across and is standing a few feet away from him, slowly shaking his head as he uses the umbrella to tilt Jamo’s head up to face him.

JC: Uh oh…

Before Jamo can react, the other masked man blasts him across the back with a baseball bat and the two men launch a vicious assault.

RW: Come on! He’s just been in a fight, now he’s getting attacked by these two?!

JC: Who the hell are these guys?

Jamo looks close to passing out from shots from the baseball bat and stiff kicks from the two men. They prop him up and a final shot across the face with the umbrella splits his head open and breaks the umbrella all in one.

JC: DAMN!

RW: That’s a sore one. Jamo is out cold.

Jamo lies in the middle of the ring, bleeding from the head as the two men stare around the arena, arms spread wide. The crowd is quiet, not knowing whether to cheer or boo the masked men.

RW: Do you think these are the guys who’ve been the loudmouths on Twitter? You called them keyboard warriors?

JC: Ummm, maybe?

RW: If it is, they’re right, they are here… Jamo can testify to that.

JC: When he wakes up…

As EMTs and Joseph Black emerge on the ramp from the back, the two masked men stare up at them, arms spread before the flights flicker and go off again.

When they come back on, the men are gone, with just Jamo lying in the ring.

RW: I don’t know what is going on here but I don’t like it.

JC: These guys seem dangerous. They’ve put the roster on notice.

Commercial: iPhone X

Twilight vs. Emerson

World Title Match

JC: Well, forgetting everything else that’s happened tonight, this is the main event, it’s for the SFT World Title and I think it’s going to blow everything else out of the water!

RW: Yeah, Twilight and Emerson will be going into this all guns blazing, eyes on the prize…

JC: Are we going to see a new champion crowned or will Emerson be able to shrug off another contender to keep his belt as we move into 2018?

‘I Will Be Heard’ by Hatebreed starts and the crowd reacts with a mix of cheers and boos as they await Twilight. After a few seconds, Twilight appears on the ramp and stares around the arena, glaring at the fans who are reacting.

Announcer: Introducing first, he is the challenger. From Dallas, Texas, weighing in at 210 pounds… TWILIGHT!

Twilight has made his way to the ring and slides under the bottom rope, he paces around the ring, waiting on his opponent to arrive.

RW: I can never really work out if Twilight is really fired up… or he has a screw loose.

JC: A bit of both, I think…

Twilight’s music finishes and he stares back up the ramp as ‘Kryptonite’ by 3 Doors Down starts, signifying the arrival of the SFT World Champion.

JC: Here he comes, the SFT Champ…

Emerson emerges slowly through the curtain with the belt draped over his shoulder. He’s grinning from ear to ear and starts to make his way to the ring, stopping to sign autographs with fans on his way and posing for a few selfies. Twilight continues to pace the ring, glaring at Emerson.

Announcer: Making his way to the ring, from San Antonio, Texas, weighing in at 200 pounds, he is the SFT World Champion… EMERSON!

Emerson smiles and soaks in the cheers of the crowd as he hands his belt to the referee, who holds it up for the fans.

JC: I think this is going to be pretty intense Randy, both guys are really focused on taking that belt home with them.

RW: Two natives of the lone star state, doing battle for the world title, it can’t NOT be intense!

The bell rings and the two men circle each other for a while before locking up in the middle of the ring. Emerson forces Twilight into a headlock and squeezes for a while, trying to wear down the challenger. Eventually, Twilight builds up some adrenaline to force Emerson to break the hold and pushes him into the ropes. As Emerson bounces back towards him, Twilight swings a clothesline but Emerson ducks and lands a stiff haymaker to Twilight as he turns. Emerson grabs Twilight and whips him into the corner.

JC: Em is starting this one strong, Twilight looks a bit taken aback!

Twilight shields his head as Emerson rains down some strikes on him before the referee pulls him away from the corner. Twilight tries to fight out of the corner with a boot to the midsection but Emerson catches his right leg, only for Twilight to swing his left leg round and clock Emerson on the back of the head with a wicked enziguri.

RW: Ouch!

Twilight clambers across to Emerson and locks in an armbar but after a few seconds, Emerson is able to grab the bottom rope and the ref breaks the hold. Twilight picks up Emerson and lands a few knees to the midsection as he looks to slow Emerson down and soften him up. Emerson clings on to Twilight as the air escapes his lungs but is able to drag him down into a small package for a pin attempt!

1…

KICK OUT

JC: Far too early for that. Twilight easily out after 1!

Twilight springs to his feet and the two men circle each other again before locking up, with Twilight getting the upper hand this time before spinning Emerson towards him and pulling off a fisherman’s suplex, leaving Emerson howling in pain. Both men get up slowly and Twilight runs towards Emerson aiming to clothesline him but Emerson ducks and pulls the top rope down to send Twilight tumbling to the outside as Emerson leans against the ropes. As Twilight starts to get to his feet, Emerson stares around at the fans before bouncing off the opposite ropes and diving through the ropes onto Twilight, leaving both men flat out on the arena floor.

RW: That’s a sore one! Both men are feeling the effects of that!

The referee starts the count but both men struggle to their feet and are able to roll back into the ring before the 10 count. Twilight is struggling to get to his feet and Emerson starts to feel the momentum is behind him as he taunts Twilight while he’s getting to his feet. As he turns to face Emerson, Twilight is dropped with a huge neckbreaker!

JC: Could this be it?

Emerson covers Twilight.

1…

2…

KICK OUT

Emerson looks furious at the referee as a groggy Twilight tries to pull himself up on the ropes in the corner.

RW: Twilight out at 2 but it seems that Emerson is starting to get the upper hand!

Emerson continues to argue with the referee as Twilight gets back to his feet and when he runs to clothesline Twilight in the corner, he’s met with a huge shoulder block from Twilight that knocks him back onto the canvas!

Twilight grabs Emerson by the hair and drags him to his feet, and hits him with a neckbreaker of his own! Twilight thinks about going for the pin but instead drags Emerson back to his feet. He sets him up for the sit down powerbomb but as he lifts him, Emerson unleashes a flurry of right hands to Twilight, sending him staggering back into the corner. Emerson hops down and shoulders Twilight in the gut before trying to set him up for a superplex from the corner.

JC: This could be a defining moment here…

Emerson sets him up but Twilight locks his leg under the top rope. Emerson tries again but Twilight blocks the move. He gives Emerson a punch to the gut and Emerson loosens his grasp slightly enough for Twilight to take control. In an incredible show of strength, he drags Emerson up and in one smooth move, superplexes Emerson, and himself, backwards off the top rope and through the announce table at the side of the ring.

JC: GOD…DAMN!

RW: Another show, another table…

JC: What a move. I swear that Emerson is broken in half.

The referee starts to count in the ring as both men lie motionless in the wreckage of the announce table.

1…

2…

3...

The SFT fans start to chant “This is awesome” but neither man looks like they will be getting up.

4…

5…

6...

JC: I don’t know if these guys can get up from this.

RW: Works for Emerson, champions advantage and so on…

JC: Yeah, but that doesn’t mean much if you can’t walk.

7…

8…

Both men have started to make it up onto their feet and attempt to start moving towards the ring. As Emerson stands, his right knee buckles from under him, leaving him on one knee. Twilight looks panicked and grabs Emerson by the neck, trying to drag him towards the ring.

9…

Twilight drags Emerson a few steps towards the ring but with all his remaining strength in his left leg he pushes Twilight into the ring steps, busting his forehead open and leaving both men flat out on the floor as the referee concludes the count.

10…

RESULT: DOUBLE COUNT OUT

JC: Well, Emerson retains but at what cost, I’m not sure these two guys are going to be able to walk properly after this.

The referee makes his way through the wreckage of the announce table and picks up the title belt to go and present it back to Emerson.

RW: Great awareness by Emerson to stop Twilight breaking the count. He was on one leg, there was no way he could have kept fighting in the ring.

JC: Well, he’s going to see out the year as SFT champ now! Twilight won’t be happy but those are the rules unfortunately!

After the match....

Suddenly, someone hurdles the barrier and snatches the SFT title from the referee’s hand. He stands above the prone Emerson and Twilight, looking down at both men.

JC: Thief!

RW: Who’s that guy?

The referee tries to grab the belt back but is laid out with a shot to the head with the belt. The man with the belt then stands directly over Emerson, smirking, before throwing the belt down onto the floor. A cameraman makes his way around and now we can see the face of the man who’s just been taunting Emerson and Twilight.

JC: Lucas Balkan is back! Looks like he’s going to be chasing that title again soon.

RW: Emerson and Twilight didn’t need that, he’s not what you want to see when you’re barely conscious…

Lucas Balkan laughs and walks away, hopping over the barrier and back into the crowd, leaving a bloodied Twilight and a shaken Emerson lying by the ring as some officials and medical staff rush to check how their injuries are.

JC: Well, we’ve reached the end of the show and our main event has ended with both men beating the crap out of each other for a double count out.

RW: And both wiped out.

JC: Ladies and Gentleman it's been a truly amazing evening here ion SFT for many, many reasons.

RW: I could not agree more John, it looks like business on all fronts is really going to pick up from now on.

JC: We’ll be back with Tuesday Night Titans in 2018! To all our fans around the world, thank you for joining us throughout the year, We're still going strong, and we continue to go from strength to strength. For now though, good night, god bless, and a very Happy New Year!

Thank you all for watching SFT's latest PPV: Everything Ends 2017

Your producer for this show was Glenn Owen. A special thank you to those who submitted segments for the show.

This week, a massive shout out goes to Joseph Black, who wrote 4 out of the 5 matches tonight.

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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