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| Opening The show opens to the crowd all on
their feet cheering yelling screaming
when overheard throughout the arena you hear an anonomous voice. Voice: Ladies and gentlemen. Earlier this week a member of the wrestling community has passed away. And it is ceremonial to give a ten bell salute. From in back no bravado no music many wrestlers and staff walk out from backstage there are many unknown faces to the SFT there also. Anyone who wanted to anyone who knew or even didnt know the man have walked out and lowered their heads. In the very front. The Dark Wolf and Ray Cross. They both have their heads lowered as the rest stand behind them. Voice: This is for Lexus Hunter, man, myth, and now truly. Legend. The First Bell Tolls You see every fan in silence. Uncanny how every person in an arena such as this can make complete silence. The Second Bell Tolls Tears fall. The Third Bell Tolls Children, mothers, and men together for a singe reason. The Fourth Bell Tolls Know him or not it doesnt matter. Its that this many people do rememeber. The Fifth Bell Tolls Each person touched touches another. Thus is the chain. And without him many things in the SFT may not have been. The Sixth Bell Tolls Singularly any one man does make a difference in history. The Seventh Bell Tolls .... The Eigth Bell Tolls .... The Ninth Bell Tolls .... In silence, the show will go on. and a legend will be remembered and not forgotten. The Tenth Bell Tolls And slowly each and every person ont eh entrance ramp walks into the back as the show fades to ringside where Randy and John stand. RW: Ladies and gentlemen Welcome to the SFT and welcome to Devils Night. The thirtieth, tomorrow would have been the birthday of Lexus. JC: Yes and tonight his two best students in fights for their lives as Ray Cross Defends his hardcore title against Justin Tangible. RW: And The Dark Wolf takes on Aidan Morag and Precious in a triple threat match for the World Heaveyweight Championship. JC: yes but lets get our first match underway shall we.. |
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One Sean Rollins vs. Johnny Legend vs. Black Ninja (Triple
Threat)
Sean Rollins is already in the ring as the music strikes up, a smoke grenade appears in the ring, filling it full of black smoke, when suddenly, from seemingly nowhere, Ninja appears in the center of the ring, stretching, jumping around the ring and practicing his Muay Thai and Tajitsu moves while waiting for his opponent to arrive... RW: This is the opening match here on Devils Night, three veterans, should be a good one. "Creep" by Radiohead slowly fades in - a voice comes on and says, "Bow Down Blockheads!" BAM! BAM! BAM! Fireworks go off ontop of the ramp. "Creep" by Radiohead really kicks in, as the mist slowly fades away from the fireworks. Suddenly, Johnny Legend walks through the mist. Sporting flashy purple tights and jacket, as he stands ontop of the ramp. Amanda Summers: Coming down to the ring at this time, (Legend walks down the ramp) weighing in at 250 pounds, hailing from Fire Island, New York... JOHNNY LEGEND! Johnny Legend slowly walks up the steps, and gives a few words to the fans... Some unkind words. He then gets into the ring and steps into the middle... Fireworks burst to the sides of the ring - Legend turns slowly around in a full circle and shows his winning smile. The mist clears after a few seconds, and Johnny Legend takes his jacket off, and his United States title, which he tosses to the ringside staff. Legend then awaits his opponent, while he rests his back in a corner of the ring. The bell sounds as Rollins and Ninja move towards each other, Ninja pick up the pace and levels Rollins with a clothesline! Rollins quickly bounces back to his feet only to be leveled once again by a second clothesline! Ninja grabs Rollins as he gets to his feet again and ddelivers a perfect vertical suplex. Ninja goes for the cover… 1… 2…
NO!
Legend kicks Ninja in the back of the head breaking up the count. Legend grabs Ninja backs him into the ropes, he sends him flying across the ring, as Ninja comes back he is met with a speare from Legend! Legend pops to his feet and turns his attention to Rollins. Rollins who is back to his feet swings at Legend but Legend blocks it and kicks him in the gut. Legend drops Rolling with a DDT! Legend goes for the cover… 1… 2…
NO!!
Ninja returns the favor and kicks Legend in the head this time. Ninja brings Legend to his feet and attempts to whip him across the ring but Legend reverses it and nails Ninja with a short arm clothesline. Legend picks him back to his feet and hooks his head. Legend hoists up Ninja and drops him perfectly in a brainbuster! Legend goes for the cover… 1… 2…
NO!!
Rollins makes the save this time. Rollins is delivering rights to the face of Legend. He backs him into the corner and repeatedly kicks him in the gut. As Rollins hooks Legend by the head, Ninja comes flying in from behind and nails Rollins in the back of the head with a forearm. Ninja hooks Rollins from behind and hits a reverse DDT! Ninja begins to drop elbows on Rollins as Legend climbs to the top rope. Ninja covers… 1… 2…
NO!!!
Legend leaps off the top and connects with a swanton bomb!! JC: Damn, that connected perfect!! Rollins and Ninja are hurting after that one! Legend gets back to his feet and retreats to a corner. As Ninja gets back to his feet he is laid out with The Resolution by Johnny Legend!!! Legend covers… 1… 2…
NO!!!
Rollins makes the save!! RW: Where did he come from!! Rollins brings Legend to his feet, Legend quickly shakes Rollins off him and kicks him in the gut once more. Legend delivers a vicious powerbomb to Rollins! Legend locks in The Legendary and seconds later Rollins taps out!! JC: That wasn’t much of a challenge for Legend, he manhandled those two from the start. Winner:
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First Lady's
JC: I understand we're going backstage for something. Amy Jo and Sweetheart are standing in the First Ladies' dressing room, talking. It can't be heard what they are saying, but hand movements are going back and forth. JC: What are they talking about? RW: Because I have supersonic hearing! Amy Jo holds her two first fingers up, the rest of her fingers closed. She begins moving them up and down, a gesture of some sort of sexual action. She uses her other hand to wiggle it up and down. RW: Are you thinking what I'm thinking? JC: I'm not thinking. Sweetheart opens her mouth and nods in a sudden realization of what's being explained to her. She begins moving an open fist up and down in a jerking motion. Amy Jo nods and opens her arms in agreement. They seem to be on the same page as far as the topic goes. JC: Wow. RW: Down boy, down. Amy Jo cups her hands and begins pushing them together as if squeezing something round. Megan suddenly walks in with Allisa. They exchange pleasantries and pick up the topic of conversation. Amy Jo smirks at Allisa for some odd reason. Allisa smiles back, a mutual recognition between the two. RW: What is that about? JC: You talk to much, shut up. RW: It seems Allisa and Amy Jo has something going on that we don't know about. Megan begins squeezing Amy Jo's breast as if she was instructing a class full of students ready to learn. Allisa and Sweetheart watch intently as their lesson is explained to them. JC: Oh, my God. Megan leans her head down and begins making a sucking motion at the center of Amy Jo's breast. Allisa just watches but Sweetheart nods in acknowledgement. RW: Good lord. She lifts her head and singles for all the girls it's time to leave. They all head out one by one, Megan still talking to Sweetheart. Allisa and Amy Jo begin their own conversation. The voices can suddenly be heard. Megan: You see, Sweetheart, that's how you fix a transmission. The group laughs hysterically and heads off somewhere. JC: That is not what they were talking about. RW: I don't think so. JC: Let's get to our next match. |
| Match
Two Ray Cross vs. Justin Tangible (Hardcore Championship Match) RW: One of my
favorite types of matches is coming up.
JC: That's right, it's time for the Hardcore Championship match. "Why Can't We Be Friends" plays over the PA system as Justin Tangible walks out from the back. He walks down the aisle, looking around at the crowd. With a smile on his face, Justin enters the ring. While in the ring he does his a little dance called the "Justin Jig". JC: The challenger seems in an odd mood. RW: This guy is certifiable. I'm scared actually. JC: And now we get ready...for the champion. The lights go out in the arena. All is pitch black and silent. Then the thundering sound of a slow beating heart is projected loudly around the arena as the lights are brought to bear on a lone figure standing at the top of the ramp. Pyro's fire off and, "Hey You Nice Shot" by Filter begins to play as he tosses his cigar to the ground and stomps it out before making his way defiantly to the ring. He has tuned out the fans and his concentration is unshakable. JC: I think Ray Cross could have the upper hand here. RW: I think we shouldn't be anywhere in this arena with a hardcore match booked. The lights go out again, as the crowd rumbles in confusion. The opening cords of "Te Quiero Puta" play over the PA system as we hear a voice speak. "Never forget, bitches." The lights come back on, and in the ring stands Hardcore Hect, weilding a barb wire wrapped kendo stick. Hect looks at Cross and Justin, and begins swinging the stick like a samurai warrior. He swings it at Justin's head, and then quickly spins around, catching Cross in the gut. Hect then runs at the ropes, springboarding off the 2nd rope and spinning around in mid-air to catch Cross in the throat with a kendo stick clothesline. Cross goes down holding his throat as security and EMT's quickly run out from the back. Hect looks at Justin, who's on the ground, trying to get up. Hect puts the kendo stick under Justin, across Justin's gut. Hect then hits the SammyZ Special, with the Kendo Stick getting stuck between his knees and Justin's gut. Hect gets up, limping, and grabs a mic. Hect: "There's only one Lord of the Hardcore. Remember that." Hect then grabs the kendo stick and leaves the ring, limping with his knees bleeding. The EMT's are seen checking on Cross and Justin. JC: ....No contest? RW: No contest. Hardcore Hect has struck again. Winner: No One!
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Three Jason Jackson vs. Cowboy Jack Jones (Television Championship Match) The Camera heads back to the ring, where Amanda Summers stands in the middle of the ring, holding a mic to her lips as she speaks Summers: Ladies and Gentlemen this match is a Standard Match for the Television Championship! introducing first, From Oklahoma City, Oklahoma, weighing in a 200 pounds, Cowboy Jack Jones! "I Got Friends In Low Places" By: Garth Brooks hits the P.A System, as Cowboy Jack Jones appears at the top of the ramp, he runs down the ramp, slapping a few hands on the way as he slides into the ring, jumps onto the ropes and taunts, holding up his hands up high and signals that the title will be his. Summers: And his opponent, From Cameron, North Carolina, Weighing in a 235 pounds, he is the Television Champion, Jason "The Joker" Jackson! "Anxiety" by Black Eyed Peas hits the P.A as Jason is at the top of the ramp with the Television Championship on his waist. His Purple tights glimmer in the darkness as the few lights hit it. He walks down to the ring, too depressed to slap hands with fans. He get's to the ring and slides in, immediately taking off his Purple shirt and throwing it into the crowd. Jason throws his hand into the air, balled up in a fist as purple pyro sets off at the ramp, following down it and finally exploding at each turnbuckle. After it is completed, Jason gets to his corner and awaits the bell. The Referee Holds up the Television Championship, as he hands over the title to Amanda Summers to hold as he calls for the bell. The Bell Rings Jason and Jack stare eachother down, as they go towards eachother head to head, start talking, spitting at eachothers faces, as Jason goes for a punch, but Jack reverses and throws punches back. Jack grabs Jason for a kick to the gut, Jason on his knee's as Jack continues to deliver punches. Jason starts to get up as he grabs Jack and Body to Body Suplex's him. Jason gets back up and picks up Jack, grabs him and suplex's him again, as he picks him up and Irish Whips him to the ropes, Jack rebounds from the ropes and does a running DDT to Jason. Both superstars down as the referee starts the count. 1... 2... 3... 4... 5... 6... Jason to his feet starts to kick Jack, as Jack goes for a clothesline, but Jason ducks and returns with a multiple twist hurricarana! Jason up once again as he picks up Jack and picks him up to the top turnbuckle. He jumps to the top also as they start delivering punches. Jack grabs Jason and tries to push him off, but Jason still holding on, as Jason stands on the ropes now, and goes behind Jack on the top of the turnbuckle. He grabs him and Falls back, as he delivers a high German Suplex as Jason falls ringside and Jack hits the Security Barrier. The referee starts his count. 1... 2... 3... 4... 5... Jason grabs Jack and throws him in the ring, as Jason starts to climb into the ring 8... Jason in the ring now as Jack is on his knee's. Jason delivers a big boot as Jack falls back, busted open now as blood is seen. It starts to drip on the floor as Jack is picked up by Jason. Jason Irish Whips him to the turnbuckle and picks him up on the turnbuckle again, and climbs himself on it as he grabs Jack and hits a Super Down with the Clown as both men are down. Jason slightly moving towards Jack and puts his arm over him, as he goes for the pin... 1... 2.. Jack breaks the pin! Jason gets up and argues with the referee, as he turns around and Jack goes for the Night Sky. Jason moves out the way and Jack falls and hits the mat floor hard. Jason quickly grabs Jacks feet and locks in the Last Laugh, as he moves to the middle of the ring and pressures harder the hold as the referee is asking Jack if he is going to tap. Jack tries to reach for the ropes, gets closer, closer, finally reaches it! Jason continues the hold as he pulls Jack off and goes to the middle of the ring again, as the Last Laugh is still in lock. Jack with a bloody face starts to scream as he has his hands shaking, Jason screaming also locks in the Last laugh with his full force. Jack continues to reach for the ropes, but is still in the middle of the ring. Jack puts his head down, looks at the blood on the ring, and does not move. The referee reaches for his arm and see's if Jack fainted, lifts his arm and drops it. 1. The referee does it again. 2. The referee does it one last time NO! Jackson clant believe it he climbs the ropes and goes for a top turnbuckle head butt he flies off but Jack lifts up a leg and nails Jackson the tired Jack Jones drapes an arm over Jackson and 1... 2....
3!
RW: The Cowboy pulled it off! Winner and New
Television Champion: Cowboy Jack Jones
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Elite Domination
We cut to the back as Cimpo the Chimp enters Elite Domination’s locker room. Aidan Morag, Cowboy Jack Jones, Venom and Legend are all sitting around talking about Jones’s victory. Chimpo: Aidan, I wanted to know if you have anything to say about your upcoming World Title match? Aidan: Anything to say? What the fuck is wrong with you? What do want me to say? You want me to tell you I’m nervous, I’m excited, I’m honored, is this the shit you want to hear? Get the fuck out of here with that shit. You wanna know what I feel? This is our night! Elite Domination’s night. Dark Wolf walked off with my championship onece before, it wont happen this time. I am leaving here SFT World Fucking Champion. Chimpo: Didn’t mean… Aidan: You didn’t mean shit, cause you are shit, just like everyone else around here. Get the fuck out of my locker room bitch ass. Chimpo leaves the room as Aidan keeps talking. Aidan: So far two matches, two wins. One title match, one title win. The Future though they were so fucking bright last month walking out with three straps, look here, we’ll be doing the same. Shawn Walsh, you think your something big and bad cause you took the United States Championship? I gave you that fucking belt cause I did everything I could with it. I beat everything this company has to offer, including you. I want what’s coming to me tonight. That belt was holding me back. Shawn, you’re not on my level, get the fuck over yourself. And Dark Wolf, I hope you are ready to go, cause tonight will be the worst night of your career. |
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Match
Four
Amy Jo Smyth vs. Derek Dillinger (Intercontinental
Championship Match)
RW:
Time for our next Championship contest, and this time it’s the IC belt
on the line.
JC: That’s right Randy; we’re going to see the former World’s Heavyweight Champion, Amy Jo Smyth, defending her belt against one of the most impressive rookies to come through SFT in a long time, Derek Dillinger. RW: This one has all the makings of a great contest, so let’s send it up to our ring Announcer and get things started. Amanda Summers: The following contest will be scheduled for one fall, and is for the Strike Fantasy Towers Intercontinental Heavyweight Championship. Introducing first, the challenger, hailing from Memphis, Tennessee and weighing in at 165lbs, DEREK DILLINGER!!! “Pushit” by Tool hits, and lasers dance across the ceiling as the lights dim. Derek Dillinger walks out onto the ramp, staring ahead, a stupefied grin on his face. He walks to the ring, climbs the stairs, and enters through the ropes. He walks to his corner, and leans against it, waiting for the bell to sound. Amanda Summers: Now introducing his opponent, she hails from Concord, Georgia, and weighs in at 118lbs. She comes to the ring tonight as the reigning and defending Strike Fantasy Towers Intercontinental Champion, ‘The Bullet Girl’ AMY JO SMYTH!!! The lights lower and “London Bridge (Southern Charm Remix)” by Fergie begins. Red police lights begin flashing everywhere and spotlights move all over the crowd like search lights. Amy Jo steps out onto the stage and throws her arms up. She races down to the ring, wasting no time, and slides in. AJS hands her Intercontinental Championship to the referee, who raises it high in the air and calls for the opening bell. RW: Both of these superstars are very quick, and both rely on a very much stick and move strategy, so I wouldn’t expect to see too many chokeslams or powerbombs in this match. JC: Hey, when do the skinny midgets get out so that the real wrestlers can get in here? RW: Would you shut up John, these two may be smaller than your average SFT wrestler, but that doesn’t stop them being two of the most talented superstars on our roster today. Back in the ring, Dillinger and AJS are stalking each other, both seemingly waiting for their opponent to make the first move, and finally it is the martial-arts expert who takes the upper hand, blasting the Champion with a stinging series of chops to the chest, combined with some precise kicks to the back of the knee which leave AJS looking distinctly uncomfortable as she tries to get some breathing room from Dillinger’s assaults, which she eventually manages by sliding out of the ring for a quick breath and so disrupting Dillinger’s momentum. From inside the ring, Derek taunts the IC Champion and dares her to get back into the ring, which she does, and promptly counters his verbal assault with a vicious open hand slap to the face which knocks him back a clear three steps and allows AJS to open up with some more heavy-duty offence, culminating in her forcing Dillinger back into a corner and then nearly decapitating him with a running clothesline. RW: I think it’s pretty safe to say that Derek Dillinger is paying a pretty heavy price for his words just a few moments ago. He may well have pissed Amy Jo off, and that ain’t something you want to be doing. AJS continues her assault on Dillinger with a further series of strikes, but makes the mistake of pausing momentarily to admire her handiwork, giving the martial artist chance to stun her with a quick left hand and buy himself some valuable recovery time, which he takes advantage of by doubling over the IC Champion with a series of shots to the midsection and then bouncing her head off of the canvas with a vicious DDT. RW: See how quickly the momentum keeps changing here? Thus far, neither participant has been able to stay in control of the match for very long. JC: Looks like these two are very evenly matched thus far. Dillinger looks to push his advantage by crashing down across AJS’ throat with a leg drop and then going for a cover: 1... NO!!
RW: Damn, I can’t believe someone kicked out of a leg drop!! That’s usually a match ender. JC: Yeah, if you’re geriatric and have bright orange skin, which doesn’t apply to either of these two. To his credit, Dillinger doesn’t allow his frustration at not getting the win there to get to him, and follows up by pulling AJS up to her feet. He whips her against the ropes and then catching her on the rebound with a knee to the gut followed by a vicious kick to the head as she’s bent over, dropping her face-first to the mat. Dillinger climbs the ropes and taunts the crowd once up top. Finally he leaps off attempting a frog splash but Amy gets her knees up!!! RW: Idiot! Rookie mistake! Both are down, rolling on the mat. The ref begins his count… 1… 2… 3… 4… 5… Amy is to her feet, she is resting in the corner as she awaits Dillinger to make it to his as well. Once he does Amy connects with a kick to the gut and then an axe kick! Amy climbs the ropes, walks to the middle and leaps off!! She just hit The Georgia Sunset!! Amy covers… 1… 2…
3!!
RW: That’s all she wrote folks!! Winner: Amy Jo Smyth
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Five Erik Dean vs.Allisa O'Toole vs. Justin Paige (Triple Threat) The War Drums
begin to pound as the lights flash on and off with them. Justin Paige
walks out onto the ramp and looks around the Arena, taking the steps
towards the ring as "Don't fright precious I'm here.." is heard over
the PA. As he climbs into the ring, the corners explode with fire and
Justin poses in the middle of the ring.
JC: This has been one of the biggest hyped matches this week. This match right here has the potential to be the match of the decade. The arena is quiet as the fans wait for something to happen, then a loud bang goes off as the lights in the arena dim down to low, them the sound of "Look At Me Now" by Reveille hits the PA and the crowd goes insanely wild as Pyro from Colors red to Yellow shoot off from the stage. Erik Dean emerges from the backstage area and enters the stage area; Dean stops and looks around at the crowd a bit and can see flashes coming from cameras going off; almost a bit blinding. As he continues on his way, Allisa comes charging from backstage and levels Dean with a steel chair to back of the head. Allisa drops the chair and slides into the ring. The bell sounds as she gets to her feet. RW: What an entrance by our President. No sooner does Allisa get to her feet than Paige is on her, Paige starts right away nailing her in the face with forearms. Paige hooks her and delivers a perfect belly to belly suplex! Paige quickly to his feet, he bounces off the ropes and drops an elbow to her throat. Paige goes for a quick cover… 1… NO!
Allisa is able to kick out no problem. Paige drags her to her feet and whips her across the ring as she comes back she ducks a clothesline attempt, she comes the ropes again and nails a clothesline of her own! As Paige tries to get to his feet Allisa delivers a jumping roundhouse to his head!!! JC: Holy shit, she could have taken off his head with that!! RW: She does it all the time John, calm down. Allisa climbs to the top rope, she leaps off with a moonsault nailing it perfectly!! Allisa covers… 1… 2…
NO!!
Erik Dean pulled her out of the ring!!!! Dean is laying into her with lefts and rights. Dean kicks her in the gut and nails his Spoken Words on the outside!! JC: Payback! Dean slides in the ring and brings Paige to his feet. Dean backs Paige against the ropes and attempts to whip him across, but Paige reverses it and sends Dean flying, Dean comes back and Paige nails a perfect dropkick!! Paige gets to his feet and awaits Dean, as Dean makes it up, Paige beings his Slide, he dropkicks Dean in the knees, then hits a springboard dropkick to the head! Again Paige goes and awaits his opponents return to his feet. RW: Paige is all over the place tonight! Dean makes it to his feet and Paige locks in a sleeper, Paige drops to the mat with Dean still in the sleeper… JC: This is his move right here, the Comatose. The ref raises Deans arm… 1…. 2….
3!!!
RW: Dean is out!! Paige wins!!! As Justin's hand is in the air, Allisa O'toole stands at the ring steps and looks a little down about losing the match. She suddenly turns andrushes towards Justin swinging full fist but when she gets to Justin he grabs her arms and pins her against the ropes. The two exchange words back and forth as O'toole struggles for control again and as the fans cheer Justin lets go of her arms and grabs her face. He pulls her in and kisses her! The two are locked lips and O'toole lets down her guard and wraps her arms around Justin, grabbing his ass as the two go at it. Justin grabs her by the back of the thighs and lifts her around his waist as he some how manages to get out of the ring with out dropping her or breaking their kiss. She wraps her legs all the way around him and her arms as Justin carries her to the back. He breaks the kiss at the top of the ramp and gives the crowd a thumbs up! O'toole slaps him in the face and gives the crowd two thumbs up and a big smile as Justin carries her to the back! RW: Wait...what? That...i guess it is a pay per view... JC: They have been building up on that since Paige came back like...a year ago! RW: At least someone is gonna be getting some tonight. Winner: Justin Paige
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Amphetamine
Suddenly we see someone running out to the ring. It's a woman but no one in the crowd can quite recognize who this little number is. The commentators seem puzzled at the moment. JC rises to his feet for a better look as she jumps onto the apron and then flips over the top rope into the ring. She's a skinny looking brunette with hair to her waist. The top of her hair is separated pulled back into a loose pony tail. She appears to be wearing an innocent yet sexy little red howdy that just falls beneath her bottom and three inch black stilettos. JC: Well my oh my, is that little red riding hood I see? RW: That's certainly what it looks like from here, it's kind of turning my on John. JC: Could you just keep your little man in your pants for five minutes for fucks sake, I mean come on now there's kids here. RW: You shut your face, what do you know anyways. JC: I know I'm not understanding what's going on here for damn sure. Who is this woman, Randy? RW: I'm not sure John, she looks somewhat familiar though doesn't she? JC: No bells are ringing here. I wonder what this all means, this definitely wasn't in my notes. Jon Cartwright scatters around the announcment table trying to find a sticky or something with what exactly the deal is here causing the audience to stand in confusion. RW: So what exactly do you think she wants? Could she be just a fan that somehow got through security. RW: Well John, I don't care if she's a fan, she could be Jesus Christ for all I care and I wouldn't mind seeing more of her. JC: Again with the creep talk. She's dressed like Little Red Riding hood, what are you in to little girls are something? RW: This girl is certainly not a little girl okay. JC: Whatever you say, pal. Under his breath JC utters "Michael Jackson". Some of the members in the audience catch his remark and start chanting "Child Molester, Child Molester!" RW's cheeks turns bright read as he stands from the booth and gives the middle finger to JC. RW: Hey man, learn to take a damn joke. The crowd is still chanting, "Child Molester, Child Molester." JC is cracking up laughing, along with many audience members. RW. Well It looks like she's about to take off that hoody. JC: About time don't you think. RW: Good god, what is it with you and this chick? JC starts to crack up over the situation. Suddenly the lights in the stadium cut out completely. The crowd charts to chant "What the fuck, What the fuck, What the fuck?" [looks like the networks going to have a field tonight] Only about a minute passes and we see the innocent red howdy dangling in the womans hand. She throws it down to the ground and walks toward the middle of the ring. The woman is wearing what appears to be bathing suit made of of candy necklaces. RW: My...Um....Yeah....Wow JC: It's Amphetamine, I knew I recognized her somehow. RW: That's Amphetamine? You mean the girl that was here not that long ago? JC: That I do believe would be her. Amphetamine screams out to lower the mic. She tugs her long brown hair out from the ponytail and bends back and forth in a semi-erotic way to let it all rest freely. Amphetamine: Some of you might remember me, and some of you won't. The crowd has a mixed reaction to her. I am Amphetamine, just not the one you might remember. I've had a lot happen in the past few months and have learned first hand that to make it here, you have to be a badass. My good girl image got me know where. So this my dears, this is just the beginning. I have rose from the ground a new person, frankly someone who doesn't give a fuck anymore. You have no idea how rotten I can be but you'll all see, and you'll LOVE it. That's right I said love it, I'll be that naughty little bitch you dream about at night. I'm tired of rules, I'm tired of playing fair, I'm tired of being friendly with people who don't give a shit about anyone but themselves. Everyone thinks because I look the way I do, so "pretty" and "cute" that my life must be dandelions and rainbows. Maybe it was once, but that side of my has lost itself in the tears and tragedy I've had to deal with my entire life. I'm fucked up and I know that. Instead of fucking myself up anymore, it's time to get dirty. I'll take on any pathetic little shit that even tries to breathe the air I do. I'm tired of playing roles to satisfy worthless little cretins. I'm tired of being different people so now Amphetamine will hit closer to home, closer to all of you. I'm going to be ME for once. I'm going to have rapid mood swings that I can't control and not cover it with a fake smile and hello. Maybe I'm crazy. Hell I don't doubt that one bit, Crazy sells. Crazy is what people want to see(look at Tom Cruise for example). Crazy people are the ones that entertain. They reassure you that your life is the same as someone real. I get everything, but it means nothing and I'm so sick of that. I want to feel pain. I want to hurt. I want to grieve and then pop a pill that makes me forget. My life and thoughts are entertainment. I am entertainment, I am Dani(The Amphetamine). I've always thought it was the good ones that end up the fuck ups later on. I'm your living example. This is the story of my life(at least the parts I remember), the good the bad and the ugly will come out. Damn It's glad to be back in this ring again, to see all of you glorious freaks and lowliofes. Go to Jerry Springer where you belong. Now if you excuse me I have to go take my morning dose of Anthrax. JC: Fiesty one isn't she. Now that's kind of making me hot. RW: Well what a strange way to make a comeback, admit to having multiple personalities. JC: Which ever one that is, she certainly seemed right. A female bitch with a hint of an innocence about her, what a mystery. RW. What ever you say JC, what ever you say [laughing]. Amphetamine takes the microphone in her hand and smashes it into her forehead three times. The audiance starts to cheer. She then runs to the left turnbuckle and climbs up the ropes and throwa the bloody mic into the crowd. JC: Now that's hardcore. RW: Dangerous if you ask me. JC: She's growing on me John. Amphetamine takes her little hands and extends her middle finger being sure to flcik every side of the audience of equally. She then slowly caresses the the same finger down her now very bloody forehead and draws a heart around her pierced belly button in blood. Amphetamine: Peace Bitches. Amphetamine does a backtuck from the top turnbuckle where she lands on her feet and does raises on fist in the air. She then slides out of the ring and blows kisses to the audience. JC: Biploar much. RW: She loves the show, let her have her fun. Amphetamine is still pumping up the crowd, kissing babies, and then moonwalks to the backstage area. JC: Could there really be another side to Amphetamine? Maybe five? Ten? Who knows, but her performance on the mike sure did hit me as a shocker. We'll find out more about this fiesty little ones antics i'm sure here to come. RW: I could go for some candy necklages after that one, what do you say? JC: In your dreams Randy. In your dreams. As she walks out of the arena, these words flash across the StrikeTron: Bad Bitches Smash the Good Girls Faces In So Brutally, teeth aren't really something they have to think about anymore. Amphetamine - Impulsive, Irrational, Emotional, Addictive, Confused, Angry and REAL Be prepared. |
| Match
Six Shawn Walsh vs. Nathan Gust (United States Championship Match) RW:
The big matches just keep on coming thick and fast here tonight at
SFT’s Devil’s Night Pay-Per-View extravaganza, and we’ve got two more
huge ones on the way imminently.
JC: That’s right Randy, first up we’re going to see Nathan Gust challenging Shawn Walsh for the US Title, and then we’re going to see recent World’s Heavyweight Champion Amy Jo Smyth defending her Intercontinental belt against a man who has made a big impact in his short time here in SFT, Derek Dillinger. RW: Both of these have the potential to be classic match-ups, so let’s send it up to our Ring Announcer and see if they can live up to the hype. Amanda Summers: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall, and it is for the Strike Fantasy Towers United States Heavyweight Championship. Introducing first, the challenger. Fighting out of Columbia, South Carolina, and weighing in at 171lbs, he is ‘The Youth Warrior’, NATHAN GUST!!! The familiar opening notes of Grade 8’s ‘Adrenachrome’ blast out over the PA System as the lights around the arena begin to flicker to a huge ovation from the capacity crowd. Gust makes his way out onto the stage and barely pauses for breath as he sprints down the ramp and slides under the bottom rope into the ring, bouncing around with a whole lot of energy as he awaits the arrival of his opponent. RW: Gust certainly looks confident at this stage. JC: Pretty easy to be confident when your opponent is still in the locker room. Amanda Summers: His opponent hails from Los Angeles, California. He weighed in for tonight’s contest at 223lbs, and comes to the ring as the reigning and defending Strike Fantasy Towers United States Heavyweight Champion, accompanied by Chris Chambers and Tito Cruz; he is ‘The Chosen One’, SHAWN WALSH!!! Gust’s music fades away to be replaced by ‘Jesus Of Nazareth’, and just as quickly, the cheers which had accompanied Nathan Gust’s entrance are replaced by a near-deafening chorus of boos for the entrance of the US Champion and his entourage. Tito Cruz emerges first, holding Walsh’s US Title belt high in the air as he makes his way towards the ring. Walsh himself is out next, a cocky smirk on his face as he follows Cruz down the ramp, and then we see Chris Chambers bringing up the rear of the procession. Upon reaching the ring, the three men climbs up the steps and between the top and second ropes, and Cruz parades around the ring, showing off the US title belt as Walsh removes his gold shirt and prepares for combat. As Walsh’s music fades away, Cruz hands the US belt to the referee, who raises it high in the air and the motions for Cruz and Chambers to get out of the ring, which they do, as Walsh’s music fades away and we hear the bell to start the contest. RW: It’s gonna be interesting to see which of these two can claim the early advantage here, because that could be crucial to determining the eventual outcome. JC: I think it’s gonna be far more interesting to see whether Mr. Walsh’s two associates choose to get involved tonight. If it stays one-on-one, many people would say that Gust has a great chance of pulling of the victory, but three-on-one odds would probably be too much. In the ring, Gust has immediately decided to take the initiative, coming straight out of his corner with a high drop kick, which knocks the Champion back a step or two. Gust follows up with a series of punches and chops which force Walsh back into his own corner, but Gust doesn’t pause for breath as he whips Walsh back across the ring and follows him in hopes of continuing the assault. Unfortunately though, Walsh manages to regain his bearings enough to spin around and stop Gust dead in his tracks with a clothesline with sends the youngster crashing down to the mat. RW: And just like that, the momentum swings in favour the Champion. Walsh takes a second or two to compose himself before pulling the Challenger back to his feet and nailing him with a kick to the gut, followed by a gutwrench powerbomb which see Gust’s head and neck connect with the mat with incredible force. Walsh then taunts his fallen opponent, daring him to try to get up, then viciously slamming his head back onto the mat when he does try. After doing this three or four times, Walsh finally does back off enough for Gust to be able to get back to his feet, although as soon as ‘The Youth Warrior’ is back to a vertical base, Walsh knocks him straight back down again with a flying forearm, then goes for a quick cover: 1... 2...
NO!!!
Gust still has enough about him to roll his shoulder up at 2, prompting Walsh to protest to the referee about a slow count, which also has the effect of giving Gust valuable seconds to try to work out a way back into the match, which he attempts to do with a dropkick to the back of Walsh’s knee which brings the US Champion down to his knees and allows Gust to follow up with a shining wizard straight to Walsh’s face. At this point though, Walsh’ back-up starts to come into play as Chris Chambers climbs up onto the ring apron and distracts the referee in an attempt to by the Champion some vital time. Gust, for his part, makes the fatal mistake of turning his attention to Chambers and allowing Walsh time to recover, which he does and gets back to his feet before saying something to his other associate, Tito Cruz. RW: Oh for God’s sake, this is ridiculous. The second Walsh gets into trouble; his goons stick their noses in. JC: I note that you only call them goons when you know they can’t hear you. Presumably following his boss’ instructions, Cruz grabs the US Title belt and throws it to…Nathan Gust?! RW: What the hell? JC: Something tells me that wasn’t quite what Shawn Walsh had in mind there. Gust catches the belt with a shocked and confused look on his face and decides that, with the referee still distracted, he may as well try to get some use out of it. Unfortunately though, this is exactly what Walsh had planned, and so as Gust goes to swing the belt, Walsh hits it with his trademark ‘High Voltage’ superkick, sending the title smashing into his opponents face, and leaving Gust virtually out cold on the mat. Walsh slides the belt out of the ring to Cruz as Chambers finally stops distracting the ref, who in turn looks around to see Gust out cold and Walsh covering him. RW: Dammit, not like this. JC: Cheating is only cheating if you get caught Randy, and you have to remember that Walsh was only defending himself. It was Gust who wanted to use the belt illegally. RW: Only because Walsh and his cronies set it all up. 1... 2...
3!!!
The referee, unaware of what has gone on involving the US Title belt, calls for the bell and raises Walsh’s hand in victory as Cruz and Chambers enter the ring and hand their boss his prize. Winner: Shawn Walsh
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Walsh gets down on one knee and shoves the United States title into his fall opponent's face. Gust squirms a bit and tries to take a swing but Chambers kicks him in the back of the head. Gust falls flat to his face as Walsh raises the United States Championship high in the air. JC: My God... Shawn Walsh is still the United States Champion. RW: What can you say? The man now has a seven match win streak of his own. Walsh nods at Chambers. Chambers grunts at the signal and picks Gust up. He lifts Gust up high over his head and then tosses him over the top ropes and to the stage outside. Tito Cruz hands Walsh a mic. as Walsh adjusts the US Title over his shoulder. Walsh chuckles a bit and speaks as his music fades out. Shawn Walsh: Look at that. Look... At... That. Any idiot can see that I am the best that SFT has to offer. I refuse to let a blind eye be turned to me any longer. I am on a seven match win streak. Aidan Morag was on a seven match win streak and got a shot at the World Title. WHERE'S MY SHOT?! The crowd boos. Shawn Walsh: Piss off. I have destroyed former World Champ after former World Champ after former World Champ. For fuck's sake I destroyed The Future and ended Christian Cage's career!! What more do I have to do?! The crowd boos louder. Shawn Walsh: Don't you get it, peons? Your opinion means nothing to me. Walsh clears his throat. Shawn Walsh: Right now... I'm telling all the wrestlers, all the fans, and all the staff in the back. I want.... He pauses briefly. Shawn Walsh: No, no, no... I demand a World Heavyweight Championship match! Especially if Aidan wins it! I just won the US strap from him and I should be allowed to win the World Title from him as well! I am the number one ranked superstar in SFT and will be treated as such! Give me what I deserve or you'll find yourself in quite the shit storm. Walsh throws the mic. over the top rope and out of the ring. "Jesus (Of Nazareth)" by (hed) P.E. blares again as Walsh, Cruz, and Chambers all raise arms in the center of the ring. JC: Shawn Walsh wants a chance at the World Championship...? I don't know about that... RW: Give it to him! He's the best in the business! |
| Maint
Event Precious vs. Aidan Morag vs. Dark Wolf (Triple Threat - SFT World Heavyweight Championship) As “I’m Good At Being Bad” plays
Precious comes out with Sweetheart and Harold and she goes to the ring
and she puts on leg on the ring then the other doing the splits and
then slides under the tope rope as Sweetheart slowly gets in the ring
and Harold watches Precious from behind.
JC: This match here for the SFT World Heavyweight Championship. Minus the lady who just made it to the ring, this match has huge potential. The lights dim just a little as “Number One Spot” by Ludacris begins to play over the loud speaker. Track lighting is racing around the arena as the intro plays. Soon after the song begins Aidan Morag comes out from backstage bearing the SFT Tag Team Title and stands at the top of the ramp. Seconds later he rushes to the ring and slides into the ring crawls to a corner. RW: This man has been on a mission for the past ten weeks. He went seven and zero, won the United States Championship and the Tag Team Titles with Jack Jones, then he hit a small bump in the road in his first shot for this title, then Shawn Walsh came along and took the United States Title, he wants this match. The guitar intro to "Hollow" by Godsmack kicks in. Three strums, and a drumbeat, it repeats, when slowly the lights dim and the back curtian starts to extrude fog from the back as a faint spotlight shines. Slowly from in back The Dark Wolf steps out. He looks over the arena as if taking a deep breath. His eyes wander as he then begins to make his way to the ring. He then rolls into the ring to his feet. He turns and climbs the turnbuckle leaning forward as cameras flash about him. He then looks down to the floor outside the ring and quickly snaps his head around and leaps into the ring. JC: This is man possessed, no one has been able to dethrone him as of yet. Let’s see what goes down tonight. The Dark Wolf hands the World Title to the ref and the ref shows every to strap and then calls for the bell. Aidan and TDW are standing in the middle of the ring staring into each others eyes. RW: Oh boy, this ought to be good, there is defiantly no love loss there! JC: I just hope they don’t forget about this girl!!! Precious comes flying in towards the champ and Aidan, quickly Aidan and TDW turn their attention to her and connect with a double clothes line. TDW Brings her to her feet and they hook her, both delivering a double vertical suplex. RW: I guess this is the strategy? JC: This wont last long, I mean each of them can take her out single handily, together she’s no match for them. Aidan brings her too her feet and locks a double under hook, he lifts her up and drives her into the mat with a powerbomb!!! TDW leaps off the ropes he was perched on and connects with a huge 450 splash!! RW: This is the shit! Aidan slides out of the ring and pulls back the mats covering the cement floor. Inside the ring TDW picks up Precious and tosses her outside to Aidan. Aidan drops her with a piledriver on the cement!!! JC: Holy shit!!! He could have killed her there, she isn’t moving. Aidan slides back into the ring and goes to get up but TDW is right there and begins to stomp on his back! TDW drops a knee to the lower back of Aidan and then brings him to his feet and whips him across the ring. Aidan comes back to be met with a flying clothesline! RW: Wolf wasted no time turning on Aidan there. JC: That’s the whole point jack ass! TDW comes charging in as Aidan gets to his feet and nails another clothesline, Aidan quickly to his feet again only to be levelled with a third clothesline! TDW hooks Aidan’s head and brings him to his feet TDW lifts, then delivers a brainbuster right in the middle of the ring! TDW goes for the cover.. 1… 2…
NO!!
Aidan kicked out! TDW rolls off and gets to his feet, he lies in wait as Aidan gets back to his. RW: What is this guy waiting for? Aidan gets to feet and is turning around, TDW charges in but Aidan drops him with a drop toe hold!! TDW’s face rails the bottom turnbuckle! Aidan quickly to his feet, he rushes in and drop kicks TDW in the lower back. Aidan grabs Wolf’s legs and hoists him into the air, pulling him from the corner and allowing him to land back first on the canvas. Aidan quickly locks in the STF on the fallen TDW. JC: He’s gonna make him tap!! RW: No he’s not looks who’s back up!! Precious leaps off the top rope and nails Aidan in the back of the head with a missile drop kick! Precious pops to her feet and grabs Aidan by the head, bringing him to his feet. She backs him into the ropes and sends him across the ring. As he comes back she nails him with another dropkick! Quickly she runs up the ropes and leaps off nailing Aidan with a moonsault! She goes for the cover… 1… 2…
NO!!!
The Dark Wolf break up the pin by kicking Precious in the head. TDW brings her to her feet nails her in the face with a couple forearms. TDW delivers a couple knees to her gut and quickly follows with a ddt! RW: She should have stayed down from the start! Aidan is back to his feet as he and TDW again double team Precious. TDW backs her in to a corner opposite of Aidan, TDW whips her towards Aidan who comes out nailing her with a superkick! TDW rolls her out of the ring and then turns to face Aidan once again. As TDW charges towards Aidan, he is met with a spinning back kick to the gut. Aidan then swings back around with a reverse spinning heel kick that catches TDW in the face. Aidan grabs TDW by the head, pulling him to his feet again and hits his Sickening!! Aidan covers… 1… 2…
NO!!
JC: How the hell did he kick out of that?? That’s not right! RW: Both these guys want that title, Aidan is getting frustrated though. Aidan gets to his feet and shoves the ref, who in turn warns him to do it again. As Aidan turns around he is met with a punch to the gut from TDW who is on his knees getting to his feet. TDW hooks Aidan’s head and tries to drop him with a DDT but Aidan blocks it and hits him with a snap suplex! Aidan rolls over and covers again… 1…. 2…
NO!!
Again TDW is able to kick out. Aidan pops to his feet, and quickly grabs TDW and hits his Satan’s Call. He covers again… 1… 2…
3!!!
JC: Aidan did it, Aidan Morag is our new Champion!!! Winner and New SFT World
Heavyweight Champion: Aidan Morag!
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| Closing The Striketon pops on and there stands the First Ladies, gathered in one big group. Allisa: Oh, Adian. Sweetheart waves sweetly then nails Cowboy Jack Jones in the mouth and sends him flying back to the concrete. Megan stands over Venom and Amy Jo stands next to Johnny Legend, occasionally kicking his unconscious body. JC: Good God, the First Ladies have destroyed Elite Domination. RW: That's an understatement. JC: Adian is not happy. He just won the World Title and now he's got to deal with this. RW: Those bitches have ruined a great celebration. Allisa: Shut up, Randy. Adian, Boy-oh-boy, did we destroy these lovely boys you call your comrades. Now, you're not going to just stand there and let us keep beating the piss out of them, are you? Megan picks up Venom's head and boots him the face. He rolls over with a grunt and blood begins to pour from his head. Amy Jo drops a knee into a Jack's ribs. Allisa: Don't let me stand here and not have anyone to beat the shit out of! JC: Adian is running to the back. RW: Adian is going to get that bitch. Adian runs into the back, the World Title on his shoulder. He searches frantically for his friends and as he turns a corner, he is nailed in the face with a chair. He hits the concrete with a thud. RW: Oh, Adian hit with a chair. Allisa just hit Adian hard with a steel chair. JC: Get up Adian, get up. Sweetheart, Amy Jo, Megan and Allisa begin stomping and kicking Adian. Megan leans over him and hits him in the face with a forearm then lifts him to his feet. Sweetheart and Megan hold him while Amy Jo sets up to hit him. JC: Amy Jo just sent Adian down with the Southern Charm. RW: And now Allisa has him in an ankle lock. Adian is screaming in pain but can do nothing as the other women kick him. RW: This has got to stop. JC: Allisa could break his ankle. RW: He's the World Champion, c'mon, have some respect. A group of officials and security come running over and have to physically remove the Ladies from Adian and keep them back. The Ladies just walk away, proud of themselves. Allisa blows him a kiss and they all disappear behind a door. |
| Opening: Match One: Page Michaels Match Two: Shadow Match Three: Harold Match Four: Christian Cage Match Five: Page Michaels Match Six: Christian Cage Main Event: Page Michaels Segment One: Amy Jo Smith Segment Two: Page Michaels Segment Three: Shawn Walsh Segment Four: Amphetamine Closing: Amy Jo Smyth © 2006 Devils Night™ All text, images and html code are property of Strike Fantasy Towers. Un-Authorized distribution and duplication of the text, images and html code found within this roleplay is strictly prohibited. Devils Night™ and Strike Fantasy Towers used with permission, and are respected trademarks of themselves. All Rights Reserved, All Wrongs Revenged |