{ AUGUST FIFTH }

The scene opens to the good old TNT Center in Columbia, South Carolina. We see the hometown crowd cheer as the production team shows the following on the TitansTron:

{ LAST WEEK ON TITANS }

Kevin: Stop! Stop! You don't have to do this!

Kevin slides into the ring.

Kevin: This match was not authorized by Nathan Gust! Therefore, the stipulations do not hold.Hahn laughs and he takes Kevin's mic.

Hahn Mann: Actually...

He takes off his mask and Kevin's eyes get bigger.

Hahn Mann: I did!

The fans go wild.

Steve: No way! That's... that's...

Phil: NATHAN GUST!

Nathan Gust laughs as Fugitive and Kevin are both speechless.

Nathan Gust: You guys didn't think I would let a silly clause in my contract keep me away from this ring, did you? Hell no. A while back, I threw on a mask and started calling myself Hahn Mann. Since then, I have had the time of my life. It is for that reason that I will continue my wrestling career as Hahn Mann.

He puts back on the mask.

Hahn Mann: Now... Fugi-Man... you don't really want that Xtreme Title... do you?

Fugitive laughs.

Fugitive: No, kid. You deserve it.

Fugitive hands the title back to Nath... err... Hahn Mann.

Fugitive: Good luck.

Hahn and Fugi shake hands. Kevin is still in shock, but he leaves the ring with Hahn Mann and Fugitive.

We then go to Phil and Steve, who are back at their usual announcer's table.

Steve: What an amazing show we had last week. Tonight, we might even top it.

Phil: It could happen. But how could we top the amazing re-emergence of Nathan Gust? I still can't believe he was Hahn Mann all along.

Steve: Why not?

Phil: That clause... in his contract...

Steve: Damn it, Phil. He is the President of Strike Fantasy Towers! You don't think he could get around a stupid clause like that?

Phil is silent.

Steve: That's what I thought.

The camera shows the two rookies - Belle Morte and Redeemer - in the ring for their debut match.

Steve: Here on Titans, we don't believe in Non Verbal Warnings. Oh no. We believe in AOB: ALL OUT BEATINGS!

Belle Morte
.versus.
Redeemer
{ Non-Title }
[ AOB Match ]

Suddenly, a dozen football players from the local Irmo Yellow Jackets jump over the railing and they get into the ring. Belle Morte stands back as they all pile on top of Redeemer.

Phil: I love this show.

One-by-one, they get up and go back to their seats. Belle Morte goes over and covers Redeemer with one hand.

1...

2...

3!

Winner = BELLE MORTE via pinfall!

The scene goes to the backstage area where we see Aj Nin Red Rum and Prophet.

Aj Nin Red Rum: Damn it. I can't believe this shit. Hahn Mann is Nathan Gust. I knew there was something odd about that guy.

Aj Nin looks at Prophet.

Aj Nin Red Rum: Prophet, I want you to take care of him for me. Can you do that?

Prophet thinks for a moment.

Prophet: Yes, sir.

Prophet leaves the room and the scene fades to the ring, where Mike Dreamer's theme music begins to play. The fans boo.

Steve: The fans don't like this guy... and I don't either.

Phil: You don't like anybody.

Steve: Especially you, Phil.

Dreamer runs out and he goes straight to the ring, ignoring all of the fans. Moments later, Trillion's theme music begins to play. The fans give a decent reaction for him as he walks out.

Mike Dreamer
.versus.
Trillion
{ Non-Title }
[ Standard Match ]

There's an Explosion, and Mystikal's "If It Ain't Live It Ain't Me" blasts over the P.A. Trill makes his way down to the ring and slides in. 8 Fireworks shoot out from the corners of the ring.

Seek and Destroy plays over the PA system and the drunk that is Mike Dreamer tumbles out from the back with a crazed look on his face. He clambers back up only to fall all the way down to the ramp. He stands up again, looking up at Trillion from outside of the ring with those made drunken eyes of his, and then charges in under the bottom rope.

He jumps back onto his feet and runs at Trill, taking him down to the mat with a running headbutt into the gut. Both men fall over but Dreamer is right back onto his feet. He falls forward and nails another headbutt across Trill’s forehead. He stands up once again, kicks Trill in the gut, turns around and nails a standing moonsault on Trill, quickly going for a cover.

1…2… NO!

Trillion kicks out with power and rolls out of the ring, landing on his feet on the outside. He ducks down and he disappears from view. The apron flies up in the air and Trillion re-emerges holding a crutch. He rolls back in and clothelines Dreamer down using the crutch. And again. And Again. On the third shot, Dreamer is busted open, but he still gets back up with immediately. Trillion goes for a fourth shot, but Dreamer reverses it into a back body drop into a vertebreaker.

Phil: WOW!

Steve: Trillion might be dead!

1… KICK OUT!

Steve: I thought that might have ended it!

Phil: Nope, Trill kicked out after a one count. This man really can take a beating.

Steve: That’s why he got that rookie of the month… thing…

Phil: Award?

Steve: Yeah, that.

Trillion gets up, a little slower this time and hits Dreamer with a series of left hooks, followed up with a right uppercut. Dreamer dodges the shot, spins Trill around and tries to lock in a sleeper hold, but Trill low blows Dreamer with a donkey kick in between the legs, and follows it up with a bulldog. Dreamer is down, but the ref only counts up to 6 before he uses the ropes to get onto his feet.

Dreamer moves quickly towards Trillion at almost a canter like pace… but Trill ducks and swings around Mike, grabbing Dreamer by the back of the foot, and trips him up causing him to land on his nose. Blood splatters everywhere, and Dreamer moans as he rolls onto his back, gripping his crushed and bleeding nose with both hands. Trillion however, is merciless and drops onto Dreamer’s front. Trill nails mounted punch after mounted punch, directly into Dreamer’s nose.

Phil: His nose could be broken!

Steve: Oh my God! DREAMER COULD HAVE DISEASES. TRILL! DON’T TOUCH HIS BLOOD!

Dreamer rakes Trills eyes and throws him off of him, over to his side. Lifting him up, Dreamer immediately forces Trill’s head in between his legs, locking his head between his knees tightly. He grips Trill’s waist and lifts him up off the ground. He holds the position for a few seconds, before dropping onto the mat, nailing a piledriver on Trill. Dreamer covers.

1… 2… NO!

Dreamer bangs on the mat, and argues with the ref. Trill, while Dreamer is distracted, slowly gets up. Standing unbalanced, he falls forward and into Dreamer sending him into the turnbuckle. He falls back and right into Trillion’s Texas Panhandle.

Phil: This has got to be the end, right?

Steve: Oh I don’t know Phil, Dreamer has a lot of will to win a match.

Trillion, almost like he heard the Titan’s commentators unravels Dreamer from the lock keeping a hold of one of his arms. He whips Dreamer out, and pulls him back in, forcing him to bend down with a shortarm kick to the gut. He forces Dreamer down, preparing him for Exposed.

Steve: ONE POWERBOMB!

Phil: TWO POWERBOMBS!!

Trillion alters the hold and lifts Dreamer up for a brainbuste… spins around on the spot, and then drops to the mat.

Steve: TRILLION CUTS!

Phil: DREAMER JUST GOT A TRILLION CUTS!

Trillion doesn’t even bother covering Dreamer properly. He grips him by the throat and presses down into the mat.

Crowd: 1!

Phil and Steve: 2!

Everyone, including Trillion: 3!!!

Winner = TRILLION via pinfall!

The scene goes to the backstage area, where we see the Xtreme Champion Hahn Mann lying in a puddle of his own blood. Standing over him with no weapon at all is Prophet.

Prophet: We all know it is you, Gust. Stop playing these foolish games. You are getting nowhere.

The scene goes back to the ring.

Steve: Prophet is a damn good assassin for the Dead Pac. I see bright things in his future.

Phil: We've seen bright things in his past, too. He is - afterall - a former Lightweight, Television, and two time Tag Team Champion.

Steve: Yeah... but he doesn't remember any of that. Remember that whole brainwashing shit?

Phil: I know. It's kind of unbelieveable... but with Shadow involved, you know it has to be true.

Steve: Yes. You know what else is true? The unbelieveable beating Al Creed is going to take in the next AOB Match!

Phil: That's right, folks. The once leader of the feared Acts of God is here tonight to get his ass handed to him!

The scene goes to the parking lot, where we see Al Creed trying to leave.

Al Creed: Fuck this. I'm going home.

Suddenly, a large truck backs up near him and Alexander Mortaigus gets out of the driver's seat.

Alexander Mortaigus
.versus.
Al Creed
{ Non-Title }
[ AOB Match ]

Creed watches as Mortaigus opens up the back door, letting out twenty or so baboons. They cling onto Creed and feast on his arms and legs. They shatter his clothes. Once they are finished brutalizing Creed, Mortaigus blows a wistle and they all go back into the truck. Mortaigus yells for Referee Dupre, who comes over to count as Mortaigus covers Creed.

1...

2...

3!

Winner = ALEXANDER MORTAIGUS via pinfall!

The scene goes back to the ringside area, where Phil and Steve can't believe what they just saw.

Phil and Steve: We can't believe what we just saw!

* s i g h *

Phil: Anyway, coming up next is one of the best matches we've had on Titans in a long time. Two former World Heavyweight, Intercontinental, United States... shit... Damien Sparks and Black have done it all.

Steve: But one thing they haven't done is faced each other here on Tuesday Night Titans! That makes it all the better!

Phil: Ladies and gentlemen, please ignore that shameless plug.

Steve: Eat my ass, Phil.

Phil: You got a spoon?

Steve stares at Phil with a disgusted look.

Steve: I was kidding...

Phil: So was I! Next match!

Damien Sparks
.versus.
Black
{ Non-Title }
[ Standard Match ]

Phil: Lets get this Party Started

Steve: Please just shut up

Chimpo: The Fallowing match is for one fall, making his way to the ring, BLACK!

"One" by Metallica hits the PA with force, the fans then begin to cheer as smoke begins to fill the arena, then Black lights shine through the smoke giving off a dark and evil glow. Black can now be seen on the ramp way and the crowd begins to cheer. Black then walks down the ramp way and enters the ring.

Chimpo: Now making his way to the ring, Damien SPARKS!

The arena lights cut out for a moment, then suddenly red and white lights flicker all round the arena, then "Cocky" hits and the arena fills with boo's. Red and white pyro streams from the top of the entrance with "Wrestling's Numero Uno" Damien Sparks standing just infront of it. He looks around at the crowd with an arrogant smile on his face as he slowly makes his way to the ring, taunting the jeering fans on the way. Sparks then gets into the ring and stairs down Black.

Phil: Looks like this match is going to start.

Sparks and Black tie up, but Sparks uses his knee and brings it up into Black’s midsection, Black almost falls to one knee, but Sparks catches him and locks up and lifts him into the air and slams him down hard with a brainbuster.

Phil: That looks painful.

Sparks then gets Black back to his feet and wipes him into the corner, Spark then charges at Black, but Black jumps up and over Sparks and Sparks goes crashing into the turnbuckle. Black then turns around and charges an elbow right into Spark’s midsection. Black then grabs a hold of Sparks and lifts him to the top, Black then gets up there and hits a superplex.

Steve: Both men are making comeback.

Black then gets back to his feet and picks up Sparks, Black then hits a DDT, Black then picks up Sparks once more and wipes him to the rope, Sparks then comes back and Black goes for a closeline, but Sparks ducks, turns around and closelines Black to the mat.

Phil: Well Steve I Guess u are right.

Sparks walks away from Black a second to gather his thoughts, but Black is already backs up and charges at Sparks and hits a spear. Black then gets up and puts in a couple quick boots to the stomach of Sparks. Sparks crawls to a corner and pulls himself up. In comes Black for a corner clothesline. Missed attempt as Sparks quickly slides to the outside.

Sparks, holding his stomach from the previous attack, walks over to the timekeeper and pushes him aside. He grabs a chair and begins to make his way back into the ring. Black, ready for the assault, kicks Sparks in the stomach. Dropping the chair, Black sends Sparks into the ropes. Clothesline misses, back against the ropes. A second clothesline misses. The two lock up as the ref goes for the chair. Black with the suplex on Sparks. Block by Sparks. Another attempt and finally a success. Sparks hits hard only a few inches from both the chair and the referee. The ref takes a step back as Sparks grabs the chair once more.

Sparks slow to rise, but does with the help of the chair. A crutch no longer, but a bat as Damien swings. Connection! The ref goes down hard after a shot to the right shoulder and arm. A second ref rushes down to call the match.

Phil: Looks like Black is the winner of this.

Steve: Damn I wanted Sparks to win.

After-Match Action: Sparks kicks the downed ref to the side and goes after Black. Certainly not ready for the attack, Sparks attacks Black as he tries to exit the ring. Falling to the outside after the huge blow, Damien Sparks slams the chair on the ground and raises his arms high in the air.

Winner = BLACK via disqualification!

As the stage workers are setting up for the next match, SwitchBlade comes walking down to the ring and jumps in with a mic.

SwitchBlade: "Shadow!!!!!!!!! Come out, come out, wherever you are. I know you can hear me."

Shoots and Ladders starts and and the tron comes to life, Shadow is seen In a Backstage area some were in the arena, Switchblade looks angry, but Shadow smiles..

Shadow: Switchblade.. I apologize if I kept you waiting, but all good things come to those who wait. I am tired and worn out my friend, but far from done, our time will come I promise. But before it does, you need to remember one thing...when you're Dead Pac...you're Dead Pac for life and even in Death Remember that Switchblade...in life and death you'll always be one of us...no matter what."

The Tron then fades and leaves Switchblade looking angry and a bit confused. SwitchBlade then Jumps out of the ring yelling "Shadow” Over and over and runs up the ramp and into the backstage area.

Phil: Well Im sure it will make sense in time, either way, NEXT MATCH!

:: MAIN EVENT ::

Schizoprenia
(champion)

.versus.
Nirvana Wolfgang
(challenger)
{ Television Title }
[ Four-on-One Handicap Match ]

Phil: AND WERE BACK!

Steve: And its main event time!

Phil: Yes,A rematch from Back to reality. There we saw Schizo and Nirvana fight to a draw. Thats NOT going to happen tonight! The SFT powers that be have made this rematch a NO HOLDS BARRED MATcH! Lets get this party started!

RA: FIRST,THE CHALLENGER! HE IS ONE HALF OF THE SFT TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS! FORMERLY OF AOG,NIRVANA WOLFGANG!

The arena lights cut to black, and three bell strikes resound through the arena placed approximately six seconds apart. Upon the third bell strike, a three chord thundering riff harmonized with subsequent bell strikes shakes the building at it's foundation. When the second repitition of this riff starts, a while spotlight shines directly down, showcasing Nirvana Wolfgang who has already taken position on the rampway. When the riff changes slightly, three more spotlights shine down, revealing Jeff King, Paul Philips, and Jade standing behind Nirvana, forming a semicircle with the Messiah in the center, Jade and Jeff King stand to Paul's left and right side, respectively. When the guitars, bass, and drum kick into a high gear old school thrash riff, a large spotlight shines down on the ring, and the four start strutting to that point, their respective spotlights following them all the while. Upon reaching the ring, Paul, King, and Jade line across the side, whilst Nirvana stands in the middle of the ring, assuming a praying pose. The ring lights then turn on, and Nirvana stands against the closesst turnbuckle, awaiting his opposition.

Steve: Here comes nirvana

Phil: With some friends!

RA: AND NOW,THE CURRENT SFT TV CHAMPION. SHE HAS TORN THROUGH SFT LIKE A TORNADO,WINNING THE TV TITLE QUICKLY AFTER ENTERING SFT.....SCHIZOPHERNIA!

The lights go purple as Schizo comes from the backstage area accompied by Erik Dean. SHe has the TV Title around her waist and is holding Dean's hand as she walks talking to him. They stop ring side and Dean leans in to kill her but Schizo pushes her away playfully and slides into the ring. She stares towards Nirvana and ahnds the ref the ttile who holds it high into the air as the bell rings

Bell rings

Nirvana points to the sky as the fabs boo,He seems to be signaling to his "God". Schizo laughs and walks towards him saying something,Nirvana gets angered and pushes Schizo whoo walks back towards him and slaps him in the jaw. He head turns from the force and he looks back at her with angered eyes and punches her in the stomach she grabs her stomach as Dean looks on and screams at the ref for allowing that to happen. As Dean is arguing with the ref Nirv rips at Schizo eyes and laughs as she rubs her eyes trying to see.

Steve:  Nirv cheating there behind the refs back

Phil: These former AOG guys really wanna make names form themselves!

AS Nirv is laughing Schizo regains her sight and cauches Nirv offguard with roundhouse kick to the head knocking him to the ground. She proceeds to kicks his side forceably untill the ref turns back and pulls her away from him. SHe fights the ref trying to pulls back to nirv as he stands to his feet holding his side. He rushes at the ref holding schizo and takes out the ref and Schizo with a running Yakuza Kick! As the ref is down the fans begins to boo and look towards the ramp as CHRIS KANATH runs down to interfer in the match! before he can get into the ring he is stopped By Eric dean who pulls him down from the ring ropes and starts to scream at him. He goes for a shot to the face on Dean but Dean blocks and starts to punch him repeatably.

Phil: Whats he thinking?!?!

Steve: Well this is no holds barred,So he can interfer!

As Chris and Dean are brawling,Nirvana stands over Schizo laughing and taunting the fans. He turns around the look at Kanath and Dean fighting and Schizo LOW BLOWS him! He falls to his knees holding his groin as Schizo fights to stand to her feet. KAnath and Dean continue brawling,FInally ending up fighting to the back stage area. Schio and Nirv have started fighting in the ring again,Exchanging blow after thunderous blow. Suddenly the camera cuts back stage where Kanath and Dean are fighting. Suddenly out of no where Switchblade rushes to Deans aid as we cut back to the ring where Nirvana is holding his side as Schizo runs towards him. Nirv gets hit with a hard clothsline as Paul notices Cyril running from the crowd torard the ring,He stops in front of him and they excahnge words that finally turn to fists as Jade tries to stop them but gets laid out.

Phil: Well this is intersting.......

Sudenly the camera pans back stage to where SWitchblade,Dean,and Kanath are all knocked out cold! AS we go back to the ring Schizo has knocked down Nirv and is going upstairs and signals for OUT OF REACH! SHE JUMPS AND HITS!

1.....

Jeff King signals for help.....

2.......

The lights dim and when they return Schizo has been rolled off of Nirc and is bloody and surrouned by Jeff king and two unknown men. One man is a huge man with a hockey mas and the other has blond hair and a green tunic. Jeff Rolls Nirv onto Schizo and the ref makes the count.

1......2..........3!!!!

NEW CHAMPION!

Winner = NIRVANA WOLFGANG via pinfall!

Jeff king is stands in the middle of the ring with the two men who attacked Schizo, In his hand is a mic and he begins to speak

Jeff King: Well I think congrats go out to our new TV champ. Well veryone,I think you should meet Jason Vorhees and Link,MY NEW BODYGUARDS!

Suddenly Awake by Godsmack hits the pa and Alexander Mortaigus walks from behind the curtain

Jeff King: And what are you doing here you freak?

Alexander: Well...I noticed on Wargames you were hitting on my sister. The fans didn't see it but I would lik you to say sorry to ym sister.....

Jeff King: APPLOFIZE? Yeah right. Wargames is in a state of Chaos,SO I HIRED THESE TWO MEN! And if you make one step towards me I SWEAR They will destroy you.

Alexander: Oh,I'm not alone. We saw what you did to Dean so I went and got his friend......

Suddenly the lights go red and "Just Drop Dean" by Limp Bizkit hits the PA as SLAYER RUNS OUT AND ALEXANDER AND SLAYER HIT THE RING,The four men begin to fight as Titans fades to black, King exits the ring and leave the two Unkown men in the ring, The Hocky Mask man starts brawling with Slayer, as the other one is fighting with Alexander, Alexander then falls to his knees and the man hits him hard with a kick to the face, the man blond hair man then attacks Slayer from behind and sends Slayer Forward a bit, then the man in the HockyMask Hits a Closline to Slayer almost knocking the big Man out.

Phil: Its not looking good for them

Then the Area goes dark. smoke begins to fill the air, then Faint by Linking Park hits and the arena just goes pitch black.

Steve: What the hell is going on?

The lights then come back on and the fans start to cheer as a bloody Erik Dean stands in the ring with a slege Hammer, The man in green is already out cold and in a pool of his own blood. The man in the Hocky Mask then turns around and Dean slams the Hammer into his Medsection hard, then Dean hooks the man and hits The Spoken Words.

Phil: Dean just slaughtered them all.

Dean then makes sure that the others are alright then jumps out of the ring fast to find Schizo on the floor. Dean then picks her up in his arms and then walks up the ramp slowly , it looks like its Jamie now, she then holds onto Dean as then walks to the back.

Steve: Tune into Inferno!

Fade out.

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