SFT Presents: Tuesday Night Titans (02/26/2018)

RW: Wooo!! Hardcore Superstar is in the house!!

JC: You call this music? God, it makes me want to vomit..

RW: Shut your trap John!!! Everything always goes your way, today; I'm the main announcer!

JC: WTF does music choice have to do with that?

Randy backhands John and knocks him out of his chair.

RW: Anyways, Welcome ladies and gentlemen to Titans 28!! Where we have Andrew, taking another shot at Jack Jones but both of them will have a new variable to account for in Lucas Balkan! Who will come out on top to advance and take on the newly crowned SFT Hardcore Champion, Rumpke? Wait and see!

A muffeling sound is heard as John situates his headset onto his head.

JC: Following that, we've got Travis, The Freakin Deacon, Hall going up against Twilight for the SFT Intercontinental Title! Both men know what it takes to come out on top in this match, each of them have been here before and won this title! It should prove to be an exciting match!...

Randy extends his hand to cover up John's mouth before saying.

RW: Then, the main event will feature "The Psycho Monster" Jamo who proved to be a tough combatant when he went up against "The Drunken Brawler" last week in a bar room brawl and almost won! Jamo will challenge Emerson, the man with a huge heart, the champion that doesn't know how to not give 110% into every single match. Will Emerson successfully defend his title or will Jamo overcome the odds and give 111%? Time will tell all of us very soon!

JC: Indeed, this should be a great math up.

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: I like that Melissa.

JC: And err, what about Travis?

RW: Yeah he’s cool, but she’s hot!

Twilights song hits and he comes to the ring with black jeans and a black tshirt with a white circle on it. Its homage to the inner circle group.

The ref calls both men to the middle of the ring. The moment the bell rings Travis strikes Twilight in the head with a hard right hand which sends him down to the ground.

JC: No messing around tonight then!

RW: Can you blame them, the IC title is on the line!

Travis begins to stomp away at Twilight, but he manages to get himself on his feet somehow and starts to hit back. Both me are now in the center of the ring going at each other, and Twilight manages to whip Travis into the ropes, connecting with a massive clothesline on his return. Twilight straight away goes for the cover…

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Kick out

JC: Too early….

RW: Yeah but only just, that was one hell of a clothesline.

Twilight brings Travis back to his feet and continues to hit away at him, but Travis kicks Twilight in the mid-section and then executes a belly to back suplex.

JC: What a reversal!

Travis takes a few moments to compose himself as the looks around the area at the screaming fans. He goes over to Twilight and brings him to his feet. First of all Travis connects with a right hand, but then Twilight gets a kick to the mid-section. Travis falls back slightly but lunges at Twilight and both men are now on the floor. After a few moments at going at each other then roll out of the ring and are now on the ground hitting away at each other.

RW: Stay away!

JC: Randy!

RW: I mean it…

Travis whips Twilight into the corner steps and he goes tumbling over them and lands with a huge thud.

JC: Ouch!

Due to both men being outside the ring, the ref starts to count…

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Travis has made his way over to Twilight and brings him to his feet.

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Twilight gets a hard right hand into the left side of Travi Deacon-Halls face which sends him down.

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Twilight is back in the ring….

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Travis is up on his feet.

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Travis gets back in the ring….

The moment his does, Twilight lunges at him and performs a swinging side arm suplex which sends Travis to the ground. Twilight drags Travis into the middle of the ring and looks around at the crowd before walking over to the corner of the ring and climbing up….

RW: Oh my, could this be a high flying Twilight?

JC: Could well be Randy…..

Twilight launches himself of the top rope and connects perfectly with a flying elbow drop. He immediately goes for the cover as the ref drops to his feet.

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WINNER: TWILIGHT

JC: Great match, and what a superb win for Twilight!

RW: Indeed, he’s won the Intercontinental title back in a great effort from both guys.

JC: Superb match, but stay tuned folks because we still have the main event to come.

JC: Oh my!

RW: I know that music…..

After a few moments, the fans are on their feet the moment they see a figure walk out at the top of the Ramp.

JC: He’s here! Glenn Owen is in the house!

RW: This is amazing, but why the sudden appearance? What’s going on John?

JC: Beats me….

Glenn makes his way slowly to the ring, looking around the arena as he does as the fans are going ballistic all around him. He makes his way up to the ring and steps through the ropes, immediately signalling for a microphone. He walks around the ring for a few moments as his music fades out, but it takes a good minute or so for the fans to slowly quiet down before he starts to speak.

Glenn: One of the great things about being a forgotten man that nobody gives a damn about is that…. well nobody gives a damn about you, so you don’t have to worry about what people think about you, and trust me that can all too often be a good thing.

The fans start to cheer and the chant of “Owen, Owen” can now be heard all around the arena.

Glenn: Many months whilst I was SFT I issued a challenge to all those involved in SFT. I challenged you to step up, to prove yourself, to show the courage and commitment that so many before you have done, and for a good long while you did…. Everything was going along nicely, and whilst I worked my ass off behind the scenes, I felt it was worth it. And to this day some of you still seek that challenge, and for that you should all be commended.

The fans once again being to cheer and chart his name.

Glenn: That said, some of you it would seem are contend to just fade away, to just be a nothing and turn up only when you so desire you should do so. Some of you it would seem think it’s fine to put in a half assed effort, and just get along by knowing that eventually a title shot will come your way. And to those of you that think that, and to those of you who are not giving SFT you all, I have a simple message for you all now….

Times Up!

The fans start to once again cheer.

RW: Times up! What does that mean, has he come out here to fire half the roster?

JC: Can he even do that?

RW: He runs the place for gods sake, he can do what he wants!

Glenn: The clock is ticking my friends, and I say that in the nicest way, because as of now, we are starting a road back to reality, and for those of you that know your SFT history, the clue is very much in those words I have just spoken. In a few months’ time, there will be nowhere to hide, nowhere to run, and your entire world, your courage and indeed your very soul will have nowhere to run, nor anywhere to hide!

RW: Back to Reality! Errr

Glenn: So get yourselves ready everyone, and from now on when I decide to say something, you had better make sure you tune in and listen, because failure to do so may just be the last mistake you ever make.

Oh and one last thing, and this goes out to just one of you out there….. if you think you’ve seen the last of me in this ring….. think again!

Glenn drops the microphone as his music hits. He looks around and walks straight out of the ring, not looking back as the fans are now once again on their feet and chanting his name.

JC: Oh my, Glenn has just laid down a gauntlet, but I’m not really sure what he’s talking about!

RW: Well I guess all we can do is heed his advice and listen to everything he has to say. Whatever he means though, it looks like business is about to pick up!

RW: Jamo's showing a mean streak, I like it!

JC: Thank god that the referee stopped him and gave Emerson a chance to get up. That cheap shot in the beginning should've never happened!

Emerson makes it up to his feet while holding onto his head. Em glares at Jamo who is smiling as the referee is still inbetween the two wrestlers. The referee gets out of the way and signals for both men to resume. Jamo cockily approaches Emerson before smacking the man in the face. A second later, Emerson leaps at Jamo, and knocks the big man down to the ground with his body weight. Emerson begins swinging lefts and rights at "The Psycho Monster" but the punches seem to have no effect on Jamo as he is laughing. Emerson jumps up quickly before dropping a leg drop that seems to stun Jamo. Emerson quickly gets up and grabs onto Jamo's leg before pushing himself high into the air while still holding onto Jamo's leg. Emerson drives his knee into Jamo's leg as he comes down. Jamo quickly grasps at his leg momentarily before slugging Emerson in the face. Emerson was hit so hard that he does a flip onto the mat. Jamo goes to get up but he is slow and favoring his recently attacked leg.

JC: Looks like Emerson wounded The Psycho Monster!

RW: Yeah, and Emerson is still trying to get up as a result!

Jamo grabs Emerson from behind and lifts him back up to his feet. Moments later, Jamo goes to german suplex Em but the throw is blocked. Seconds later, Emerson reverses the current hold and now is behind Jamo. Emerson goes to use a german suplex as well but that too is blocked before Jamo reverses the hold, then grabs Em's arms before connecting with a dragon suplex. Jamo, gets back up to his feet while Emerson is holding onto the back of his head while laying on the ground. Jamo bends over to grab Emerson by the head when suddenly, Em rolls Jamo up into a pin. The referee begins counting while Jamo struggles to get free.

Referee:

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Kickout!

Emerson is the first to make it up to his feet which gives him a slight time advantage. Em dropkicks Jamo's knee before using his legs to sweep Jamo off of his feet. Emerson quickly latches onto Jamo's leg and applies a modified ankle lock onto Jamo's leg. Jamo squirms, and grimmaces in pain as Emerson pulls hard to make Jamo's bones bend in ways they shouldn't. The Psycho Monster, digs deep and begins to use his arms to pull his and Emerson's body weight to the ropes. Emerson's face is red as he is applying even more pressure but Jamo makes it to the ropes. Em wastes no time letting go of the hold.

JC: Did you see that Randy? Emerson let go before the referee even counted. Now that's an honorable man!

RW: Honorable but not too bright!

Meanwhile, Emerson is back on his feet and Jamo is struggling to get up while using the ropes for assistance. Once up on his feet, Jamo walks around a bit before he reveals a sick smile on his face. That smile quickly vanishes when Emerson kicks The Psycho Monster in the gut and then pulls Jamo's head in between his legs. Moments later, Emerson picks Jamo up and holds him for a few seconds before connecting with a piledriver. Emerson pins Jamo.

Referee:

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Kickout!

Before Emerson can get up, Jamo snatches him up, before flipping the man onto his back. Jamo is stradelling the champ while he begins to throw lefts and rights at Emerson's face. The referee tells Jamo to get off of Emerson but The Psycho Monster ignores him and keeps throwing punches.

Referee:

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Jamo jumps off of Emerson. The champ looks up at the lights, dazed after that thrashing he had just recieved from Jamo. The Psycho Monster bends over, grabs Emerson but Em goes to roll him up once again; Yet this time, Jamo blocks it and stays on his feet before slamming a fist into Emerson's face once again. Then, Jamo proceeds to pick Emerson back up to his feet. Moments later, Jamo lifts Em high into the air and holds the champ there for a good 15 seconds before he finishes the verticle suplex. Jamo is up quickly and bends over to grab at Emerson who is still down on the mat. Emerson uses both of his hands to grab onto the back of Jamo's neck before using both of his feet to lift and flip Jamo over to his back. Emerson quickly hops onto The Psycho Monster and begins throwing left and right handed punches once again at the machine known as Jamo.

JC: I don't see Jamo smiling this time, it seems as if the blows are starting to weigh in harder on Jamo's endurance.

Suddenly, Jamo parries a right hand thrown by Emerson before sending a punch of his own that grazes Emerson's face. In the blink of an eye, Jamo uses his long legs to reach up and latch on to Emerson's shoulders. With a heave, Jamo slings Emerson to the mat in a pin position.

Referee:

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Kickout!

RW: You were saying John?

JC: Do you see him smiling Randy?

A long pause from Randy confirms what John is saying. We look to see Jamo who is up, glaring at the champ as he is making it up to his feet. Emerson turns to look at Jamo when he is met with a solid kick to the gut that takes the air out of Em.. Jamo grabs Emerson's head, and pulls him to position Emerson's head in between Jamo's legs. The Psycho Monster gives a heave and lifts Emerson into the air before slamming the champ onto the ground. Jamo pins Emerson.

JC: The Powerbomb to Nightmare!!

Referee:

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WINNER: JAMO

Winner and new SFT World Champion: Jamo!!!

RW: Wow, what a match these two had tonight!

JC: It was indeed an amazing match, and we have a new world champion in the name of Jamo!

RW: Amazing feet there by Jamo he's only been here a few months and already he is the top dog in the federation.

JC: And being the new top man, you can bet your life that others are going to come after him.

RW: This mans so hardcore I don't think he'll care. but it's going to be a great ride no matter what happens!

JC: Ladies and gentleman, it's been another amazing show. Make sure you tune in again in 2 weeks time for another exciting episode of Tuesday Night Titans. Until then from both myself and Randy, good night and God bless...