OPENING
The show opens to the office of Nathan Gust, deep within the extremely expensive TNT Center. It is there that we see the legendary Co-Owner looking over tonight's card. He smiles and looks over at Twister, who is playing "White Out" for PS2.

Nathan Gust: This is going to be a great show, Twist.

Twister: Fo' rizzle muh strizzle! It done iz be off da chain!

Nathan laughs.

Nathan Gust: Speaking of ebonics... did you happen to see my great performance on Blackout? I scared the shit out of Walsh's little bastard.

Twister: Dat was some great shiznat. Who do you face in the next round of the Rap-Off Tournament?

Nathan Gust: "The Dealer" Dylan Dunn.

Twister: Who?

Nathan Gust: Exactly. Check this, Twist.

The Dealer is nothing more than a squealer.
Give the nigga a chance... and he would leave her.
Any ho that's fool enough to believe in him...
Should go down like a Spongbob fan who can't swim.
You don't know who you messin' with.
I'll break into your fuckin' house.
Don't you think I won't do shit.
Bitch you'll be as quiet as a mouse.
I'll fuck yo ass up son.
Don't doubt me for a second.
I promise it won't be fun.
Listen, Dealer, just give up now.
What the fuck is wrong with you?
Just sit back, relax, and take this all in.
Why can't you figure out that you aint gonna win?
I'm the past, present, and future. I'm all that shit.
If yo ass was weed, I'd roll you and take a hit.
On Blackout, your ass will be mine.
'Cause I'm Little T and it's my time to shine.
Word to yo mutha, yo fatha, and all that shit muthafukka.

Twister stares at Gust with the video game paused.

Twister: Dude... you iz black...

Nathan Gust: No... I'm just a good rapper. Dylan Dunn is going to have a hell of a disappointment on his hand when I beat him in the Rap-Off Tournament on Blackout. Word.

Gust poses like a gangsta before the scene fades to a locker room, wher Big Dwarf Clown Dude is sitting with all of his managers.

Writer: Nathan Gust


PEP TALK.

Big Dwarf Clown Dude: So... Rico called me a lot of bad names! How should I kick his arse?

The robot speaks first.

MAN: It would be logical if you... TERMINATED HIM!

Big Dwarf Clown Dude: Next...

The robot looks disapointed, as Ninja Nerd! speaks.

Ninja Nerd!: Myself and Fred, have a idea each... Fred believes you should hit him with a giant inflatable hammer...

Big Dwarf Clown Dude: And your idea?

Ninja Nerd!: ASSASSINATE HIM!

Big Dwarf Clown Dude: Ok... you suck. NEXT!

Ninja Nerd! steps back as Lawyer Bob speaks.

Lawyer Bob: Sue Him!

BDCD sighs.

Big Dwarf Clown Dude: Next!

Franco Unamerican grins and tips his stupid fucking cowboy hat.

Franco Unamerican: How bout... we show the voters pictures of him fucking a horse in the ass!

Big Dwarf Clown Dude: Wow... you really are a politician. NEXT!

Franco grins stupidly while Punk Lass! speaks.

Punk Lass!: Kick him in the bollocks!

Big Dwarf Clown Dude: Erm... I don't know...

Punk Lass!: I'll suck your cock!

Big Dwarf Clown Dude: Foot Plus Balls Equals PAIN!

Big Dwarf Clown Dude grins insanely while shadow boxing. He throws a punch and trys to duck the shadow and falls over. Four midgets run in and help him up. The five of them leave the room to go to the ring.

Writer: Dan Lloyd


BIG DWARF CLOWN DUDE vs. RICO SMITH
HARDCORE MATCH

Steve: Uhh... yeah...

"Clowns Are Experts At Making Us Laugh" by The Vandals begins to play. Four midgets run out with sparklers. As they dance around on the stage, Big Dwarf Clown Dude walks out. With his arms raised high, he starts to River Dance with the midgets.

Phil: This guy is goofier than a pet coon.

Steve: Oh... so now you're tryin' to keep the balck man down.

Phil: No. At least... I don't think so...

BDCD and the little people frolick down to the ring. BDCD slides into the ring and he poses for the fans as "Freetime" by Kenna starts to play.

Steve: Here we go again.

Phil: Huh?

Steve: Another Rico Smith match. I'm getting sick of these.

Phil: Why's that?

Steve: He has too many lately.

As the music picks up, Rico Smith walks out in his usual scruffy attire. Instead of wasting time, Rico runs to the ring and he looks under the ring for weapons. He pulls out a dictionary and a ghetto blaster. He throws them into the ring, along with a meter stick, a cheese grader, and a hand-held TV.

Phil: It's TV time!

Rico climbs to the apron and he gets cracked over the head by the meter stick. BDCD drops it before pulling Rico into the ring. The bell sounds and the match has begun.

Steve: This is going to be a great match.

Phil: Yes it is. Two hardcore psychos in one ring! Joy!

BDCD picks up the dictionary and he sees the word "rectum". He is fascinated by this and he stands in the corner reading.

Steve: Right...

Rico gets up and he grabs the cheese grader. He hits BDCD in the head and starts grinding his forehead with it.

Phil: Rico Smith is one sick puppy.

Rico stops and he grabs the hand-held TV. Feeling that is is worthless as a weapon, he leaves the ring and hands it to a fan in the front row. He then looks under the ring for a few seconds.

Steve: What is he looking for?

Rico pulls something out with a smile.

Phil: Oh no!

Steve: High Definition Television!

Rico and the HDTV go into the ring. BDCD is now up. Rico swings the HDTV, but BDCD moves out of the way and he stops on Rico's foot. Rico drops the TV and BDCD goes for the ghetto blaster.

Phil: I wonder what he's going to do.

BDCD swings at Rico, but he ducks. The blaster comes back and knocks BDCD out. Rico laughs as he lifts up BDCD with one hand. He signals for a chokeslam.

Steve: It's all over now, folks.

Rico delivers his "Reinstatement" right onto the HDTV, which shatters upon impact. Rico goes for the cover.

1...

2...

3!

Phil: Yea! Rico Smith wins!

"Freetime" plays again and Rico Smith leaves the ring. The scene then goes to the backstage area, where we see the legendary Amp talking to President Erik Dean.

Winner = RICO SMITH!

Writer: Nathan Gust


MY MISSION.

Amp: Good luck against Prophet tonight. I've known him for a long time and he's no easy challenge.

Erik Dean: No challenge is easy, Amp. I'm not worried though. Whatever happens... happens. Whether I walk out of Titans with the United States Title or not doesn't matter. I came to fight.

Amp: I did, too. It's just too bad Gavin Winters couldn't do the same.

Erik Dean: I heard. Sorry, man.

Amp: It's okay. He'll get what's coming to him. I'm on a mission, Erik. I've spent most of my SFT career in the shadows. It's time to step up.

Erik Dean: I know what you mean. Listen... I'll talk to you later. I have to get ready for my match.

Amp: Okay. Good luck.

Erik walks away. Amp smiles.

Amp: My mission begins... tonight.

Amp starts to walk away, but he stops when he hears a voice.

Voice: So does mine.

Out of nowhere, Gavin Winters slams a chair over Amp's head.

Gavin Winters: I'll see you in the ring, fool.

The scene fades to the ring, where we assume the match between Amp and Winters is about to begin.

Writer: Dan Lloyd


AMP vs. GAVIN WINTERS
STANDARD MATCH

"Crazy Train" by Ozzy Osbourne starts to play and the fans boo. Gavin Winters gracefully walks out from the backstage area. He proudly walks to the ring and he waits.

Phil: This isn't fair. Amp is probably unconscious back there.

After about thirty seconds of waiting, Gavin grabs a microphone.

Gavin Winters: Oh... what's wrong, Amp? You're too scared to face me? You should be. Hey ref man... start the count...

Referee James Dupre shrugs his shoulders and he starts the count.

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

Gavin poses for the fans.

4...
5...

The fans continue to boo him.

6...
7...

Suddenly, "Poem" by Taproot begins to play. Winters panicks. He grabs Dupre by the shirt collar.

Gavin Winters: Count faster!

The lights suddenly go out. Dupre stops his count for no apparent reason. A lightning bolt strikes the center of the ring. The lights come back on and Amp is standing where the lightning struck.

Steve: Holy shit!

Amp turns Winters around and hits his "Turn Up the Volume" signature move.

Phil: The Sadistic One goes down hard!

Amp climbs to the top turnbuckle and he hits his "High Velocity", followed by a quick cover.

1...

2...

3!

"Poem" plays again and the fans cheer. Amp jumps to his feet and he celebrates.

Steve: Amp is successful in his return match!

Phil: He looks better than ever.

The scene goes to the backstage area, where we see Connor MacDaddy.

Winner = AMP!

Writer: Nathan Gust


STARE DOWN.

He is walking down the hall with his TV Title on his shoulder, singing his theme song.

Connor MacDaddy: Got you by the Baaallss!

Connor looks down the hall, and looks interested in something. It's Radiant, with his Xtreme Title.

Radiant: Hey MacDaddy.

Connor MacDaddy: That's a mighty fine title you got there.

Radiant: Hmm... you're belt isn't all that bad looking either.

Connor MacDaddy: Well... it takes alot to be an Xtreme champion. I don't think you can take it.

Radiant: Yeah? Well... I'd make a better TV Champion than you would.

Connor MacDaddy: We'll see about that.

Radiant: Yeah... we will.

The walk closer to each other, getting in each other's face.

Radiant: Don't get any funny ideas. You keep your distance if you don't want to get hurt.

Connor MacDaddy: I'm all about funny ideas.

The lock eyes for a few moments, then look at each other's belts. The both pass eachother, but turn around to stare eachother down more. They then turn away. The scene goes back to the ringside area.

Writer: Connor MacDaddy


SHAWN WALSH vs. LEXINGTON STEELE
BAT ON A POLL MATCH

The arena goes pitch black and heard in the distance you can hear a woman moaning on the P.A. Blue lights circle through the arena and the entrenece area. Then on the STRIKEtron it reads "LEXINGTON... MAN OF STEELE" then "You Sexy Thing" by Hot Chocolate hits as the fans go wild as Lexington Steele makes his way out. With Ron Jeremy by his side Lex then smiles and poses for the women who are sitting at ringside. He enters the ring and pyros shoot off as he then poses one last time. He then prepares for Shawn Walsh to come out.

Phil: Lexington has a huge challenge ahead of himself.

Steve: He's got more then a huge challenge.

Phil: Weirdo...

Suddenly, two huge, gold lightning bolts strike from the sides of the stage. Blue pyro goes off from the points of impact and move to the center to meet in one giant explosion. "Boom" by Soulfly begins to play loudly. Red strobe lights then begin to flash about the arena. Just before the song picks up, you can hear a voice say "In Shawn We Trust.... Mortal...." followed by an extremely cocky chuckle. The crowd rises to their feet with horrendous boos as they know who is coming out. There is about a minute in which nothing happens. Suddenly, you hear...

"BOOM! WHAT YOU GOT?! WHATCHU-WHATCHU GOT?! WHAT YOU GOT?! BOOM!"

Steve: Agh!

"The Answer" Shawn Walsh emerges from the backstage area wearing a black, leather jacket and a pair of black sunglasses. He has on no shirt and wears a pair of baggy, crimson pants. SFT World Champion Brandi James and SFT Co-Owner Nathan Gust slowly comes out behind the wrestling prodigy. Nathan and Shawn smirk and strut down to the ring, making obscene gestures at the fans, making them go even more insane with hatred, while Brandi holds Shawn's arm. Walsh walks up the stairs and allows Brandi to walk in between the middle rope. Ron and Lexington stand back calmly. He climbs the turnbuckle and raises his arms to the crowd, getting even more boos. He blows sarcastic kisses out to the crowd. Walsh jumps down and strips himself of his jacket, and hands it to Brandi. He kisses her, and while he is, Nathan is staring at Brandi's ass.

Phil: Ha ha ha! Our Co-Owner even must stare at that nice back end.

Steve: Who wouldn't?

Phil: Your boyfriend.

Steve: Erm... I don't have a boyfriend...

Phil: You do now.

Steve: You don't know how bad that just sounded. Please, let's regain focus.

The crowd boos after Brandi blows a sarcasitic kiss at Ron and Lexington.

Steve: Man does this crowd hate Shawn Walsh. Having Nathan Gust out here with him isn't gonna help either.

Phil: But Brandi James is hot.

Steve: True, but don't let Walsh here you when you say that.

The bell rings and Ron slides of of the ring as Lexington and Shawn lock up. Lexington easily takes Shawn into the corner and begins stomping on him. He takes Shawn and throws him into the oppisite corner, and as Shawn bounces off, Lexington rolls and hits a face plant DDT.

Phil: HOT DOG! Steele is a very skilled wrestler for a porn star!

Steve: A nice move on Shawn, it seems he's getting something out of his pocket now, but what?

Lexington Steel takes out something in a package that was in his pocket... and as he unwraps it... it's one of his gigantic condoms! The crowd starts insanly cheering as Lexington turns over Walsh and shoves it in his mouth.

Phil: Shawn Walsh is getting condom faced by this crazy man!

Steve: ...that is one BIG condom!

Ron yells to Lexington to stop entertaining and focus. Ron goes into a bag under the ring and looks for something and finds it. He passes it to Lexington, and it's a big black rubber dildo.

Phil: Oh boy! This man is pulling out everything you learn after having a bad weekend with an Asian hooker!

Walsh starts to stand up, and Lexington SMACKS Walsh right in the face with the gigantic dildo. Lexington throws it back to Ron and he starts to climb up the turnbuckle. As he does, Brandi James gets on the apron and distracts James Dupre. Ron Jeremy runs over to stop her, and while that happens, Nathan Gust runs along the apron and bounces up the ring ropes, and does a flipping dropkick right into the back of Lexington Steele's head, causing him to fall directly out of the ring.

Steve: Sonva bitch! Lexington may have had this won if it weren't for that unfair distraction!

Nathan rolls out and Brandi finally gets down as Ron Jeremy starts yelling madly. Both men are down and Ron starts to help Steele up as Walsh is starting to get up. Walsh is up and Lexington slides in the ring and is met with a dropkick to the head. Walsh makes a doggy style immitation and the crowd boos.

Phil: Walsh is not on this crowd's good side today... or ever.

Steve: What else is new?

Walsh picks up Steele and suplex's him, holds the suplex, and picks him up into a fisherman's release suplex. Steele is down and Walsh rolls over and raises his arms up in the air, and the crowd boo's again. He yells at the crowd something about being god.

Steve: This man is such an ego manaic. Steele has to get up and stop this showboating, it's undeserved.

As Steve says that, "Man of Steele!" chants break out, and Shawn yells more. Steele gets up, and as Shawn turns around, he's met to the head with a dropkick and the crowd cheers. He gets up and Shawn does too. Shawn swings and misses a punch, and Steele hits a sleeper drop. Steele struggles to his feet as Walsh is very down. He looks to climb the turnbuckle, but remembers what happened before. He tells Ron Jeremy something and he understands. Steele yells "Yo puberty boy!" to Nathan, which infuriates him as he runs into the ring and gets in Steele's face. As he does, Ron slides in and hits him in the back of the head with the big black rubber cock.

Phil: What an excellent set up plan by Ron Jeremy and Lexington Steele!

Steve: This match is excellent!

Phil: Look out!

Suddenly, Walsh is up and spins Ron into a Regal Slam. Lexington clotheslines Walsh straight into oblivion, but Walsh manages to seem not to be very hurt. As Lexington thinks it's alright to start climbing, Walsh starts getting up.

Steve: C'mon Steele! You can do it!

Phil: Hey! It's Brandi James over there!

Before that, Brandi runs to the side where Lexington is climbing. She bites her lower lip at him, and the "Man of Steele" smiles as Brandi starts feeling her self. He gets a big grin on her face, and she blows a kiss to him, and he returns it. She then waves "Bye bye." and Lexington's eye's widen as he realizes what's happening.

Steve: Shit no!

Out of no where, he is snuck under from underneath and top rope spine-busted by Shawn Walsh.

Phil: God damnit! Lexington was so close to just winning! Tell me this isn't so!

Walsh gets up, and climbs up the turnbuckle. He gets the bat off the pole, and then moonsaults with the bat in his hand onto Steele as the bell rings.

Steve: Man, this match was insane! Giant condoms, rubber cocks, Ron Jeremy...

Phil: Only in SFT, Steve... only in SFT...

Steve: Man was Lexington Steele close to beating Shawn Walsh though. He's the next big thing around here.

Phil: If not the biggest THING.

Steve: Shut up...

The show fades to commercials. When we come back, we go to Phil and Steve.

Winner = SHAWN WALSH!

Writer: Travis Malekpour


u n i t e d . s t a t e s . T I T L E
PROPHET
(champion) vs. ERIK DEAN (challenger)
STANDARD MATCH

Phil: Next up should be a rather interesting match. The reigning United States Champion, Prophet, will defend his title against Erik Dean.

Steve: But that's not all. Big T, the man who was viciously attacked by Prophet and given the boot from Superiority Complex no more than two weeks ago, will be the special guest referee. Prophet will definately have his hands full here.

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 "One of a Kind" by Breaking Point hits the PA and the crowd goes a bit wild as pyro from colors red to yellow shoots off into the arena sky. 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. Dean then walks down the ramp way slowly taking his time and enters the ring area and climbs into the ring.

Phil: Erik Dean looks ready tonight.

Steve: But will he be able to put an end to the undefeated streak of Prophet? Believe it or not, since his debut here in SFT, Prophet has yet to be pinned by anybody.

Erik Dean begins to bounce off the ropes to get his blood moving, as the lights in the arena dim. "Disposable Teens" by Marilyn Manson begins to play, as the crowd ooh's and awe's. Prophet steps out onto the stage wearing a long black hooded cloak. Just as the chorus of the song picks up and gets heavy, Prophet throws off his cloak, revealing a pair of red and black wrestling shorts. He slides into the ring and gets right in the face of Erik Dean. The two men stare each other down.

Phil: You could cut the tension with a knife. These two men are going to tear each other apart!

"What Up Gangsta" by Fifty Cent blasts, and Big T walks out onto the stage wearing a referee shirt. He smiles to the crowd and raises his arms. However, just as he does, Cody Berntsen climbs out of the audience down the ramp and stands about fifteen feet in front of Big T. T smiles and begins to quickly approach Cody, looking for revenge from what happened at Life's A Gamble.

Steve: What the hell is Cody doing here?

Phil: I don't know, but I think he is going to get his ass handed to him by Big T if he doesn't get out of there quick.

Just as Big T is almost within reach of Cody, he collapses to his knees. The camera pans up and we see Shawn Walsh standing behind T with a steel chair. Walsh goes to work and begins to beat away on Big T with the chair.

Phil: What the fuck? Shawn Walsh is beating the hell out of Big T!

Steve: It was a set up! Look at Cody, he's laughing!

In the ring, Erik Dean realizes what is going on, and charges towards Prophet. Prophet ducks a clothesline attempt, spins Dean around, and hits him with his trademark stiff kick to the throat. Erik collapses to the mat, holding his throat and gasping for air. Prophet then looks to the outside of the ring, where Big T is slowly getting to his feet, dazed. He bounces off the ropes, and performs a huge 450 cross body splash over the top ropes onto Big T!

Steve: OH MY GOD! Did you see the air Prophet got on that jump?

Phil: White men CAN jump!

Shawn Walsh quickly lifts up Big T and drags him to the top of the ramp. There he points to a stack of tables off the side of the stage, and nods his head. The crowd begins to go nuts as Walsh takes a steps back, then hits Big T with a MASSIVE High Voltage superkick. T flies off the side of the stage and crashes through the tables. A "holy shit" chant emerges from the crowd.

Phil: This is getting out of hand. I don't know what's going on around here!

Suddenly, none other than the Co-Owner of the company, Nathan Gust, walks out to the stage with a mic. He has a frown on his face.

Nathan Gust: Okay, okay. ENOUGH. I am sick of this bullshit. Big T is out cold, so EMT's, get your asses out here and help this man. Now we need a referee for this match. Well..

Nathan gives a sigh of remorse, and then continues.

Nathan Gust: Sorry, Erik, but under strict orders here. I give you your new special guest referee... Cody Berntsen.

Erik Dean gives Nathan a look of complete disbelief from in the ring, and Nathan just shakes his head and walks to the back. Prophet slides into the ring behind Dean, just as Cody slides into the ring in front of him. Cody gets right into Erik Dean's face and begins shouting at him. From behind comes Prophet, who hoists Dean onto his shoulders, and drives him into the mat with a Fall From Grace. Dean lands awkwardly on his neck and crumples up into a ball, then lies motionless. Prophet goes for the pin, and Cody counts.

1...

2...

NO!

Prophet lifts up Dean's head and smiles. He drags Erik to his feet once again, and hits yet another kick to the throat. Dean stumbles into the ropes, and holds onto them to stay on his feet. Suddenly, Cody slides out of the ring and grabs the chair that Shawn Walsh was using on Big T, and tosses it into the ring. Prophet catches it and sets it up in the middle of the ring.

Phil: This is pointless. Erik Dean never stood a chance!

Prophet lifts Dean onto his shoulers again, backs up a bit, and hits a HUGE running Fall From Grace onto the set up steel chair! The chair collapses itself, and Dean's body wriggles around in the ring like he was decapitated. Prophet covers Erik Dean and Cody Berntsen laughs, then counts.

1...

2...

3!

Steve: Prophet has won it.

Winner = PROPHET!

Writer: Cody Berntsen


OUR MONSTER... A KILLER?!
The entire arena goes dark and the fans erupt with cheer and a few boos. A few fans shine around laser pointers and key chain flashlights but other then that, nothing can be made our or even seen.

Steve: Whoa, okay, who turned off the lights?

Phil: He did it!

Slowly the TitansTron fades to static, filling the noisy arena with even more noise. The sound of static over takes the fans and their screams. Quickly, the static fades away and just black appears.

Phil: Well, now what is this?

Steve: God only knows.

On the TitansTron, a figure begins to move in the darkness.

Steve: Look, a person.

Phil: Gee, thanks for the clue Sherlock.

The figure comes closer and now begins to come into focus. It appears that his or her hand rises up above their head. Quickly, a bright light comes on and everything is enveloped with light. The light bulb swings from a thin electrical wire almost hitting the incredibly tall figure in the head.

Phil: What the hell is that?

Steve: I dunno, but I'm kinda freaked out.

The figure wears what appears to be welder's mask with a skull painted on the front. It's arms, which appear to be that of a male, are the only part of his skin exposed. The rest of his body covered with a thick, black welder's suit. His exposed arms are pale but ripped incredibly well and look strong enough to kill a man. On his left arm is what appears to be the legendary trademark of Superman, the "S" that he wears upon his chest. On the front of the welder's uniform it reads "SIN" in bold red letters. He walks toward the camera, his menacing figure taking over the entire screen.

Man: Nelly is mine now. I took her away just as you took all those things away from me. Huh? What was that you ask? What things did you take away from me? You didn't just take them away from me; you killed them. You killed my father. You killed my career. You killed my future. You fucking killed my whole world. All my hope. All my happiness. And now it's my turn. Revenge for me. I took away the one thing that means the most to you. I will not kill your hope, happiness and everything you hold dear, but I will mother fucking obliterate it. You will quickly forget about that, all that and only about the pain I inflict on you. Just like the pain you inflicted on me. Just like the snap of my fingers, everything will be gone; I can destroy your whole world.

Phil: Okay, is this guy screwed up or what?

Steve: This man is beyond screwed up.

Man: But, it's your choice. Your choice alone. Decide what you want...

The man begins to move slowly away from the camera, exposing more and more of the area in which he stands.

Man: Actually you know what, fuck that. It's all up to me and me only. I got four aces you have nothing but jokes and jacks. Tomorrow night, the place you hate as much as you love. The one thing you own, the one thing you wish had never come into your life. You better there or you'll never see your perfect "Baby Nelly" again.

He stands underneath the swinging light again, just as what appears to be Baby Nelly screaming and crying. He reaches above his head and pulls on the long cord, turning off the light. The entire scene goes dark and the sound of a man laugh begins to fill the arena. It slowly fades away just as the scene does. Static takes over the screen again and the sounds of the arena. The arena erupts with boos and even a few cheers.

Phil: I can't believe Megan actually killed someone.

Steve: C'mon, do you actually believe that Megan, our Megan the Monster, killed someone's father?

Phil: Well... yeah... she did lite someone on fire once.

Writer: Megan the Monster


t e l e v i s i o n . T I T L E
CONNOR MACDADDY
(champion) vs. JOE RUUD (challenger)
STANDARD MATCH

The lights in the arena go out as the beginning of "Immortal" by Adema begins to play throughout the arena, then as the song picks up, "ThE DuuD" flashes on the StrikeTron in large orange letters, followed by "Joe Ruud" then "Superiority Complex" as orange lights begin to flicker inside of the ring and orange spotlights begin to pan around the arena.

Steve: Ladies and gentlemen... one of the best up-and-coming superstars in SFT...

The camera goes back to focusing on the StrikeTron where you can see Joe Ruud delivering the "Ruud Awakening" to Gavin Winters on a ladder, then Joe Ruud giving Zybala the "Ruud Awakening" and "Cradle 2 The Grave" onto a chair, then Joe Ruud holding up the Television Title flashes on the screen, then Joe Ruud slamming Clayton Walker's head through the car window, then Joe Ruud delivering NipTuck into a pane glass window into Knife's face, and lastly, the word "Joe" slowly zooms into the TitansTron followed by "Ruud" slowly zooming into the TitansTron.

Phil: What an elaborate introduction for a rookie.

The camera now directs its attention to the ramp where one single orange spotlight focuses on the entrance as orange smoke begins to fill the entrace ramp, Joe Ruud appears to a chorus of boos.

Steve: The fans haven't liked Ruud since he came to SFT... but the boos have gotten stronger since he joined the Superority Complex.

He slowly makes his way down to the ring as "Immortal" continues to play. Joe Ruud makes it to ringside and casually slides into the ring and goes to the turnbuckle farthest from the entrance ramp and taunts the crowd and receives mass amounts of heat from the fans, he repeats this on the opposite side turnbuckle.

Phil: He doesn't seem to care that these people hate him.

Steve: That's what you gotta do as an entertainer. Believe me. I know.

Phil: That's right. Thousands of people hate you and you don't seem affected.

Steve: Consume fecal matter and die... now.

As Ruud waits, "Got You By The Balls" by AC/DC begins to play. The fans in the TNT Center go wild as the reigning Television Champion Connor MacDaddy steps out from the backstage area.

Phil: Where's his belt?

Connor starts to walk, but he suddenly stops. He points to the back and out comes Chimpo the Chimp with the TV Title around his tiny monkey waist.

Steve: This man here is proof that there is still good in this world.

Phil: Yes, he is. Connor is a great man.

Chimpo jumps onto Connor's shoulder and the fans go insane. Connor gets to the ring and he stops. Chimpo jumps off Connor's shoulder and onto the top rope, at which points he runs around the ring a full time before Connor slides into the ring. Chimpo hands Connor the TV Title and he holds it high in the air.

Steve: Such a proud champion.

Connor proudly walks over to Joe with the TV Title firmly in hand. Connor holds it in front of Joe's face and waves it around in the air. Connor laughs.

Connor MacDaddy: Round two, punk.

Connor clocks Joe in the head with the title and the opening bell rings. Connor throws the TV Title to Chimpo, who exits the ring and he sits down at the announcer's table.

Chimpo: IT'S TV TIME!

Phil: What?

Chimpo: Wait... no... that's Rico... uhh... GO CONNOR!

Connor is punching with intensity on Joe, Joe ducks a clothesline and nails a roundhouse kick.

Phil: Nice one.

Joe with a headbutt which woozies them both up.

Steve: That was dumb.

Chimpo: GO CONNOR! RAH!

Connor shakes the cobwebs and gets pissed off and he kicks Joe in the balls and does an atomic drop. Connor laughs madly. He does a drop toe hold and hits a leg drop behind the head of Joe Connor with a Northern Lights Suplex followed by a Chokeslam and his patented Daddy Bomb. Connor goes for the cover.

1...

2...

NO!

Phil: That was a close one.

Chimpo: Slow count! BOO!

Connor climbs the ropes and goes for a suicide dive but Ruud gets out of the way at the last second and Connor eats mat for lunch. We see Connor bleeding from the mouth.

Chimpo: CALL OFF THE MATCH! CONNOR IS HURT!

Phil: Hush up, you silly monkey.

Steve: I sense trip to the dentist for Connor.

Ruud is on the offensive now with a DDT, followed by a necbreaker.

Phil: Looks like Ruud will work on the head region.

Chimpo: EWW! Ruud wants to give Connor head! GROSS!

Ruud locks in a headlock followed by a tilt-a-whirl neckbreaker.

Chimpo: OUCH!

Steve: That hurt even me.

Ruud with an leg lock which he tries to get into a figure four leg lock, but Connor manages to smartly kick Ruud in the face and Ruud falls back hard. Ruud tries to get at Connor again but Connor does a leg sweep then lands his forearm on Ruuds neck. Connor showing his vicious crazy side he bites the head of Ruud and makes Ruud start bleeding all over the place.

Chimpo: Hooray!

Connor wipes the blood off his chin and walks around the ring lifting his arms.

Phil: I think Connor just made his stament: blood in, blood out.

Chimpo: That's how the MacDaddy is.

Connor sees Ruud getting up and Connor spears Ruud. Connor with a suplex as he gets up and smiles to the crowd.

Steve: Stop wasting time and get a pin already!

Connor finally goes for the pin.

1...

2...

NO!

Connor cant believe it, he looks pissed. Ruud gets up slowly and Connor tries to grab Ruud by the hair but Ruud hits a low blow on Connor as Connor goes down. Ruud with a Tornado DDT as he begins to get some of his power back.

Chimpo: That's cheating... me thinks...

Ruud runs at Connor but Connor grabs him by the waist and does a makeshift slingshot suplex!

Phil: Oh shit, did you see that! Ruud’s head had snapped back and looked very nasty.

Connor doesnt even wink and just nails Ruud with a tope rope elbow drop. Connor walks around the ring wiping the blood on his mouth and flings it at Ruud.

Steve: Now thats the Connor I want to see from now on, vicious and unnerving.

Chimpo: Then that's the Connor you're going to get!

Ruud is up again and slowly stumbles toward Connor, Connor tries for another speark but Ruud gets out of the way somehow and Connor hits the turnbuckle and Ruud uses the momentum to roll him up in a small package grabing tights the ref doesnt see.

1...

2...

3!

Phil: Ruud won?

Steve: Ruud won!?

Phil: I guess Ruud won.

Chimpo: Cheater! Cheater! Cheater!

Winner = JOE RUUD!

Writer: Shadow


CLOSING.
"Immortal" by Adema plays again. Out from the backstage area comes Nathan Gust. He walks down to the ring and he grabs the TV Title from Chimpo. The chimpo tries to take it back, but Nathan kicks him in the head.

Steve: Good. I was waiting for that talking monkey to get what's coming to him.

Nathan slides into the ring with the title and a microphone. He hands the title to the new champion and raises the mic.

Nathan Gust: Joe Ruud, how does it feel to be the brand new Television Champion?

He holds the mic to Ruud.

Joe Ruud: It feels damn good.

Nathan Gust: Did you feel confident coming into this match?

Joe Ruud: Of course I did! I used my anger about my last loss to Connor... and I focused it on Connor tonight.

Nathan Gust: Would you consider a rematch against him?

Joe Ruud: I'd consider it... but that's as far as it's going. Connor MacDaddy is a waste of my time. I must now move on to bigger and better challenges. Now that I am Television Champion... I'm sure it'll be much easier for me to impress the "higher ups".

Nathan Gust: Well, you sure have impressed me. You have impressed me so well that I am going to book you in a title defense for next week's episode of Titans. Your opponent will be none-other than "The TV Guy" himself... Rico Smith!

The fans cheer at the mention of Smith's name. Joe laughs and he takes the mic.

Joe Ruud: That doesn't matter. Whether I face Rico Smith... Amp... Gavin Winters... or anybody else in SFT... I will prevail. Afterall... I am superior to 99% of the SFT locker room. So about my match against Rico... I have advice for him: bring all you got, my friend, but don't be discouraged that it's not enough to keep me down.

Nathan Gust: There you have it, folks. Next week... Joe Ruud defends the Television Title against Rico Smith... in a Cage Match!

The fans go insane at the mere mention of a cage match. Nathan and Joe both laugh before leaving the ring. The show fades to darkness as we take one last look at the crowd.

Writer: Nathan Gust


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October 7th, 2003