OPENING.
Titans cameras turn on. A camera man is confused, along with some other dude.

Camera Man: Hmmm... it smells like cookies...

Some Other Dude: Really GOOD cookies too...

Camera Man: Some DAMN fine one's I'd say.

The camera man follows the scent.

Camera Man: Where is that?

Then the camera man notices a room he's never noticed in this arena.

Some Other Dude: That's weird... and it smells of so many cookies.

The camera man opens the door. And a cloud of cookie fumes pour out of the room.

Camera Man: What the hell?!

The camera man is in awe. As he is, a figure stands there. And then he comes out... the very familiar Travis Malekpour, fat fifteen year old weirdo extrodinaire.

Camera Man: Agh! Kid!

Travis Malekpour: Wrong!

Some Other Dude: Agh! Random person!

Travis Malekpour: Fools! I am SFT Commissioner Travis Malekpour! I bake cookies! Join my righteous cause!

Camera Man: I am Camera Man Phil! I will join you, almighty Travis Malekpour!

Some Other Dude: And I am Brickface! I will join your cause as well!

Travis Malekpour: Excellent! The Kookie Krazed Krew shall conquer all baked goods!

The three goofballs pose and the scene goes to a large swimming pool. Floating in the pool is a raft with sand and a palm tree on it.

Writer: Travis Malekpour


BIG DWARF CLOWN DUDE vs. ALLISA O'TOOLE
ISLAND MATCH

A door opens and into the room with the pool comes Big Dwarf Clown Dude, dressed in a yellow speedo.

BDCD: Dead sexay! Yea!

BDCD runs and he jumps from the edge of the pool to the platform. He starts running around in terror.

BDCD: I'm on Survivor! Help!

Suddenly, from the diving board comes Allisa O'Toole, who takes down BDCD. Allisa kicks the large man in the gut and tries again, but he trips her.

BDCD: MER!

BDCD drops a silly elbow on the chest of Allisa, obviously knocking the wind out of her. BDCD picks her up and lifts her high above his head. He then throws her off of the island and outside the pool.

BDCD: I win Survivor! Where's muh money?!

He starts looking around. Just as BDCD is about to grab Allisa and bring her back, a very large man appears out of nowhere. He grabcs BDCD by the throat and walks to the edge of the platform. He then delivers a gutwrench powerbomb onto one shoulder, then a chokeslam. This devistatying move breaks BDCD right through the platform. Allisa gets up.

Allisa: Huh?

Referee James Dupre walks in and sees that BDCD is trying to swim to the edge of the pool and a large man is leaving the room. He nods his head.

Dupre: Umm... I guess, Allisa, you win.

Allisa stands up after that very confusing win. The scene fades to commercials.

Winner = ALLISA O'TOOLE!

Writer: Nathan Gust


COMMERCIAL TIME!

SFT's Superior Staffer Big T's StrikeTron video package thing plays. Then, a message pops up.

SATURDAY NIGHT BLACKOUT
OCTOBER 18, 2003

SFT'S SUPERIOR STAFFER
ANTHONY "BIG T" JESUS...

MAKES A HUGE ANNOUNCEMENT
CONCERNING HIS STATUS IN SFT!

TUNE IN TO FIND OUT WHAT HE SAYS!

We go back to the arena, where the street fight is about to start.

Writer: Big T


CONNOR MACDADDY vs. MIKE DREAMER
STREET FIGHT

"Got You By The Balls" by AC/DC plays as Connor MacDaddy walks out to the ring with a garbadge can filled with goodies. He gets in the ring and dumps it out; a steel chair, a set of crutches and a golf club. Seek And Destroy by Metallica plays and Mike Dreamer comes out with a cookie pan. He slides in the ring and Connor dropkicks the cookie pan into Dreamer's face, causing him to fall right through the garbadge can.

Steve: Man, Dreamer is a doofus.

Phil: Yeah, he sucks compared to Connor MacDaddy.

Dreamer can't get up or move his arms because of the garbadge can. Connor then takes Dreamer's legs and sticks them in the ropes. Connor then picks up the golf club and smiles sadistacally.

Phil: Well, I hope Dreamer's had kids, because this does not look pretty.

Connor then swings back and NAILS Dreamer in the family jewels. Dreamer explodes, spazing on the ground holding his meditation balls for dear life and hope they still exsist. Connor then takes the chair and puts it on his leg. He uses the crutches and jumps up and leg drops Dreamer in the face. He goes for the pin.

1...

2...

3!

Steve: That was too easy for Connor. Man is Dreamer a quick one to beat.

Connor raises his arms in victory and jumps over the ropes, and exits. Suddenly, "Cutsman" by HORSE the Band starts playing and SFT Commissioner Travis Malekpour comes out. He walks down the ramp, wearing a Blue Scene shirt and dark blue jeans with a pair of purple converse. He slides in the ring as Dreamer is getting up. Travis gets a mic and begins to speak.

Travis Malekpour: You know, Mike, can I call you Mike?

Dreamer nods as he holds his nads.

Travis Malekpour: Good because calling you Mr. Dreamer would be too formal for a piece of shit wrestler like you. Listen here dumbass, as a fifteen year old, I'm gonna tell you now, you suck. If you don't shape up, you'll get fired.

Dreamer yells something, so Travis throws the mic at his stomach. As Dreamer holds his stomach, Travis picks up one of the crutches and SMACKS Dreamer in the face with it, causing the crutch and possibly Dreamer's nose, and Dreamer flies over the ropes. Travis picks up the mic and says his final bit.

Travis Malekpour: Consider yourself on very thin ice, Mike.

Travis drops the mic and slides out as "Cutsman" plays again. The scene goes to the parking lot.

Winner = CONNOR MACDADDY!

Writer: Travis Malekpour


RWA, HERE WE COME.

There we see Myris and the United States Champion Prophet. Prophet looks at his US Title. He then looks at Myris.

Prophet: It's been a lot of fun defending this son-of-a-bitch... but I feel as if I am needed elsewhere.

A black limo pulls up and the door opens. Amp and Michael Pettis step out.

Michael Pettis: Ready?

Prophet nods his head and then holds the U.S. Title out.

Prophet: Myris, this is for you, my friend. Treat it well. Hold it close to you... because I may be back for it one day.

Myris takes the title. Prophet, Amp, and Pettis get into the limo and it drives away. On the back, it reads "RWA REBORN!" on the window. Myris looks at it.

Myris: Two time Intercontinental... and now United States. Damn... I need a good push. Maybe this will help.

He straps it around his waist and poses.

Myris: Amp said he was on a mission. Fuck that. I'm on a mission. Oh yeah.

Myris starts to walk away. As he enters the TNT Center, we see a man step out of the shadows. He laughs before going back into the shadows. The scene then goes to the ringside area, where our stupenderous main event is about to begin.

Writer: Nathan Gust


t e l e v i s i o n . T I T L E
JOE RUUD
(champion) vs. RICO SMITH (challenger)
CAGE MATCH

"Freetime" by Kenna plays as two red pyro's shoot off. The lights flicker pink and red as Rico Smith steps out onto stage and walks down to the ring. He slaps hands with people in the crowd, and then steps up the stairs into the cage. He extends his arms cruifix style. Rico goes over to the oppisite side of the ring and stands on the second ropes and extends his arms crucifix again. Then Joe Ruud walks out with the TV title as some music plays and stuff and he's a loser.

Phil: Joe Ruud is quitting after this match.

Steve: Death to Ruud! NAI!

Phil: What?! Die.

Steve: No.

Phil: Okay. Let's just watch this kick-arse match.

Joe Ruud runs towards Smith and Smith sticks his fist out and Ruud falls on the ground flat on his back as the fist to the face causes him to flip backwards onto his stomach. Smith picks him up from the ground in a power bomb position, all the way up and smashes Ruud's face right into the cage, then goes into a powerbomb to DDT.

Steve: Holy shizit, Ruud is getting fucking destroyed.

Phil: Yes, yes he is. Rico Smith is the man. And Ruud's face is bleeding beyond belief.

Smith smiles as he see's the blood on Ruud's face. He then runs into the ropes several times, heavily and bending the cage. After doing so for about thirty seconds, Ruud starts to get up and attempts to get up. When he does, Rico jumps right over his head and goes back into the ropes and lines up for a neckbreaker, climbs up the cage, stands on it sideways looking downward, and then comes crashing down with a frontal neckbreaker.

Phil: HOT DOG! This is quite a beat down.

Steve:Yeah! Beat down!

Steve gets up and starts to slam dance like a retard. Phil slaps him and sits down.

Phil: Hey! Look! Rico don't give a fuck!

Smith picks up Joe Ruud and sets him up, and nails the Rico Bomb on him! Smith then dropkicks the cage door off. Then he walks out, and raises his arms in victory as he walks down the stairs.

Winner = RICO SMITH!

Writer: Travis Malekpour


CHALLENGE?

Phil: Hey! Rico Smith beat Joe Ruud's ass and became the new Television Champion.

All the sudden "Mouth For War" by Pantera starts playing. Out onto the stage comes the large mute OutbreaK and his mouth Mike Flair come out with a mic.

Mike Flair: Are you challenging the big man's strength by dropkicking the cage? Well... he challenges you to a Hardcore Match!

Rico Smith, with his TV Title on his shoulders shurgs, and gets handed a microphone.

Rico Smith: Him? Beat me? I'm 7-0 baby, there's no stopping me. Bring your shit on!

OutbreaK nudges Flair.

Mike Flair: Uhh... how about you put your belt on the line?

Rico Smith: How about you get your ass down here, cause I'd love to see you try to take it away from me.

Writer: Nathan Gust


t e l e v i s i o n . T I T L E
RICO SMITH
(champion) vs. OUTBREAK (challenger)
HARDCORE MATCH

OutbreaK runs down as a ref comes out. Smith grabs OutbreaK by the face before he can do anything, and shoves him over the barricade. Smith hops over the barricade and kicks OutbreaK in the side as he scampers backstage. Smith throws him into the wall and kicks him in the stomach. He then pushes OutbreaK into a wall.

Phil: Damn... Smith is ruthless.

Rico turns around and kicks a soda machine and gets a can of Mug Root Beer. He drinks it and as he finnishes it and throws it behind him, OutbreaK charges at him, only to be grabbed by the throat and get the Reinstatement RIGHT through the Soda Machine, putting a head-sized hole in it. Smith then picks up OutbreaK and sets him up, and then nails the Ric-O-Bomb right thought the soda machine.

Steve: Rico Smith is insane! OutbreaK is a lot bigger than him!

Phil: I don't think he cares.

Smith pulls OutbreaK out and goes for the cover.

1...

2...

3!

Winner = RICO SMITH!

Writer: Travis Malekpour


CLOSING.

Rico Smith: 8-0 baby! Oh yeah! Who wants some of this?!

All the sudden, out of a dressing room, The Accountant comes out of a random room and runs at Smith with a Cash Register, and hits Rico right in the stomach with it. Smith holds his stomach and The Accountant DDT's him right into it. Smith lays completly knocked out.

The Accountant: I do. Ha ha.

Accountant walks away and we go back to Phil and Steve.

Steve: I think we've seen WAY too much of Rico Smith for one night.

Phil: Indeed. Oh well. Now we get to all go home and not think about Rico Smith until we see his next match... which is probably soon.

Steve: That bitch wrestles too much. Ah well. Good nick, folks.

The show fades to darkness... and stuff.

Writer: Travis Malekpour


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October 14th, 2003