Strike Fantasy Towers
Tuesday Night Titans™
With John Cartwright and Randy White
July 3rd, 2006
Tuesday Night 8:00pm Live From Atlanta, Georgia

( We fade in to the backstage area. We are positioned facing a table that has coffee pots, cups, a cofee maker, and a few doughnuts. We look from side to side at the table. Suddenly, Shawn Walsh walks into view. He is wearing a black "In Shawn We Trust" sleeveless T-shirt. He has on a pair of baggy cargo pants and black Skechers boots on. Stumbling closely behind him is his bumbling cousin, Twister. Walsh grabs a doughnut and takes a bite. He spits it out onto the ground with a disgusted look on his face. )

Shawn Walsh: Eww... This is absolutely disgusting.

( Twister reaches towards the doughnuts. Shawn slaps his hand away. )

Shawn Walsh: No! That's a bad Twister!

( Twister whimpers. )

Twister: But Shawny, you haven't fed me in days.

( Walsh scoffs. )

Shawn Walsh: It's good for you. It'll make you tougher. You don't want to be a wimp for the rest of your life, do you?

Twister: Well, no...

Shawn Walsh: Good! Now come on, we have shit to do.

( Suddenly, Amphetamine walks past the two. She is wearing a yellow sports bra and blue cheerleading shorts. She's wearing flip flops and has her hair up in a ponytail. She's carrying a gym bag and already has her own cup of coffee. Walsh pauses and then spins around to see her walking away. He tilts his head to the side, examing her. He calls out... )

Shawn Walsh: Hey! You!

( Amphetamine turns around and gives Walsh a look of uninterest. )

Amphetamine: May I help you?

( Walsh scoffs and raises an eyebrow. )

Shawn Walsh: I believe the questions is... How can I help you?

( He pauses and looks around for a moment. He turns his attention back to the rookie. )

Shawn Walsh: You met anyone here yet? Any new friends? Anybody teach you anything about this sport?

( Amphetamine chuckles as she scans Walsh up and down. )

Amphetamine: Is this your idea of some pathetic attempt to get in my pants? You're way out of your league. Fuck off "hotshot"!

Shawn Walsh: Woah, woah, woah. If I wanted you, you would already be bent over this table calling out my name. I just wanted to talk.

( He shrugs. )

Shawn Walsh: But I can see this is a bad time for you. I guess I'll get back to you some other day.

( Amphetamine hurls her cup of hot coffee at Walsh. Walsh jumps. )

Shawn Walsh: What the fu--!

( Amphetamine starts to laugh hysterically as she grabs her stomach. )

Amphetamine: Aw, poor baby! You're all wet. I've known you like five minutes and I can already tell why your wife left you.

( Walsh smirks. )

Shawn Walsh: Spunky. I like that.

( He turns to Twister. )

Shawn Walsh: Come on. She's having "lady problems".

( Walsh begins walking away. Twister follows. Twister then stops and turns around to face Amphetamine. )

Twister: That top? With those shorts? Ooh girl, you got another thing comin'!

( Twister puts a hand on his hip, bobs his head, and does a "z" snap. He then walks hurredly to catch up with Walsh. Amphetamine scowls at the two as they walk away. Fade out. )

We cut back to RW and JC who are speechless for a bit.

RW: Ok well lets get to our first match

JC: Welcome everyone to Tuesday Titans. I'm John Cartwright, and as always I'm joined by Randy White.

RW: Wassup Bitches.

JC: We're kicking things off with the match to determine the number one contendership to the United States Title.

"Anxiety" hits the pa as a man with Green hair comes out. 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.

JC: There's Jason Jackson. The former Hardcore champ, trying to move up in the ranks.

RW: Yea, goodluck on that.

The entrance clouds with smoke, fireworks flare through the visual obstruction sending sparkes everywhere, and South West Voodoo hits as The Great Malinko makes his way through the fog and runs to the ring. He slides under the rope and immediately attacks Jason before the bell rings.

JC: WOW, Malinko wasting no time with this match.

RW: You see that? I think Jason just tried to poke Malinko's eye, isn't that a dq?

The ref rings the bell to begin the match officially as Malinko tosses Jason into the corner. Malinko follows in but gets a boot to the face. Jason quickly ducks behind Malinko and goes for a german suplex. Both men land on the mat and stay there a while, with Malinko holding his neck.

JC: Wow, they look spent, and the match barely started.

RW: That german suplex took a lot out of Malinko. Lemme try that on you John.

JC: Goto hell Randy.

Jason gets up before Malinko. He picks up Malinko and whips him to the ropes. Jason tries a japanese armdrag on the rebound, but Malinko ducks under Jason's arm, spins Jason around, to face Malinko, and then Malinko pushes Jason backwards, into the ropes. Off the rebound, Malinko goes for a big boot, but Jason ducks it, and tries for another german suplex, but Malinko elbows Jason in the jaw, and ducks behind him. Malinko quickly hits a couple headbutts to the back of Jason's head and then puts on a full nelson, but Jason slips out, being Malinko down, hunched over, and Jason, who's back is now on the mat, raises his legs and flips Malinko over into a victory roll type pin. The ref counts 2 before Malinko kicks out. Jason and Malinko get up almost at the same time, with Jason running at Malinko, who quickly catches Jason in The Tilt-a-whirl.

JC: OH DAMN!

RW: FUCK!!!

JC: The end may be near.

Malinko picks up Jason, and locks on a full nelson. He wiggles Jason around, and then picks him up, and slams Jason on his ass, and then turns him over into the Make a Wish.

RW: It's done, someone get me a sandwich.

JC: It's not done Jason Jackson hasn't given up.

And Jason doesn't give up, he passes out from the move, and the referee calls for the bell.

RW: Well, there you go, it's over.

JC: But Jason never gave up, he passed out.

RW: Who won?

JC: The Great Malinko.

RW: Then shut the hell up.

Winner: The Great Malinko

I Got Friends In Low Places by Garth Brooks hits as Cowboy Jack Jones comes to the ring and enters without too much of a big deal.

RW: Will lightning strike twice tonight?

As the sound of "Du Hast" by Rammstein plays over the P.A. system, the arena goes dark. The spotlights in the arena start to strobe in unison with the beat of the song. At the entrance way a light under the stage strobes to the song, as smoke fills the way. Out from the back comes Hekutsu, dressed in a black hooded robe, which covers his head to the point you cannot see his eyes. He stands, looking around the arena, and then raises his hands in the air. The lights come back on and Hekutsu makes his way to the ring. He uses the ringsteps to make his way to the apron, where he looks out to the fans, and then enters the ring and kneels down in the closest corner, facing the turnbuckles. Hect hands the World title to the ref.

The bell rings as Jack wastes no time in attacking Hect with a double axe handle then a side body slam, but Hect counters with a sweep of the leg followed by a monkey flip in the ring as he has at it on Jack with punches.

HH continues the shots and the ref pushes him away, Jack staggers out of the corner and HH pushes the ref aside and goes back to the beating. Jack blocks a huge right of HH’s and drills HH in the ribs with a huge knee. HH doubles over and Jack boots in in the face. He then mounts his and starts pounding away on his face.

RW: Jack is getting a little meaner here.

JC: But don‘t count Hardcore out…

Hardcore fight back and kicks him off. The two roll to their feet and stare at each other, Hardcore and Jack square off and then they quickly tie up. Jack slips around and takes Hardcore to the ground with a quick trip up jumping up and grabbing him around the head in a headlock. Hardcore has none of that and quickly uses his strength and slips out of it locking on a quick sleeper. Jack runs and grabs the top rope pushing backward and freeing himself from the grip.

RW: This is looking like an okay match so far.

Jack and Hardcore circle the ring for a moment, sizing each other up. Jack goes to shoot in and stops in an attempt to psych out Hardcore but it doesn’t’t work. Hardcore then attempts the same thing but trips on the mat and falls flat on his face. Jack, too preoccupied with laughter, allows Hardcore time to get to his feet.

JC: In a world title match you can’t let opportunities like that go to waste.

Jack and Hardcore stare each other down both trying to figure out the best plan of attack. Both men decide the best defense is a good war of punches. Jack lands a hard right, which is given back by hardcore. Hardcore starts pushing jack back into the turn buckle her lands a couple of hard knees and then irish whips him. But he holds onto him and pulls him back into a waiting close line. Holding onto the arm, that is already wrenched back, Hardcore drops one knee, then a second and a third onto the shoulder. Before locking on a reverse Armbar.

RW: Hardcore is really showing why he is champion here.

Hardcore pulls jack up and Wrenches the arm again. He whips him into the ropes and catches him with a devastating spin buster, sending a little bit of blood from Jacks mouth. Hardcore pulls him up again and gets him up for a power bomb, Jack goes up and starts landing punches to hardcore face, slipping down his back. But Hardcore recovers quickly and grabs Jacks leg and head, dropping in an emerald fusion. Jack grabs his neck and rolls out of the ring as Hardcore shakes off the punches to his head. Hardcore stands up and quickly runs to the other side of the ring, sliding and landing a hard baseball slide into Jacks head.

JC: Shit.

Jack staggers to his feet and hardcore slams his face into the steel steps then onto the ring apron. Hardcore then irish whips him so hard he hit’s the ring post, flys backward into the guard rail and flips over it. 1.….2.….3.…4.… Hardcore looks at the ref and smirks. He climbs over the barricade and picks Jack up. Jack however has other Ideas and lands a quick drop toe hold onto a fans chair. HE pushes himself up to staggers to the barricade. 5.…..6.….7.…8.…Jack jumps the barricade and rolls in, rolling back out and breaking up the count.

RW: Hardcore can’t lose the bet by count out and jack knew that. Good job jack.

JC: But look what he gets for his efforts.

Hardcore comes flying off the barricade and lands a big flying close line…on the steel post. Jack quickly gets out of the way and Hardcore takes nothing but ring post.

RW: Pay backs a…

Hardcore grabs his arm and Jack quickly jumps on him, beating him with shots to the arm and the shoulder then rolling him into the ring. Jumping over the top rope and planting both feet onto the arm. HE pulls hardcore up and lands a deadly pile drive. Hardcore looks to be out cold and Jack gets onto the top rope signaling for When the Cows come home {Flying head butt.} He climbs the far corner almost losing his balance.

JC: What the hell is Cage doing down here.

Cage Jump onto the top rope across from Jack who doesn’t see him and jumps banishing a chair. Jack jumps at the same time and before he can see Cage coming its to late. The chair shot sinks death and busts Jack wide open. The ref calls for the bell. as the cameras focus on Cage who continues the assault on Jack. Then Suddenly the lights dim and Faint by linkin Park hits. The spot like hit’s the stage and a shadowed figure walks out. Suddenly the lights come on and Cody Carson stands with his arms crossed and A Smile on his face.

RW: Carson’s Back!

JC: When Shadow said he had a surprise he wasn’t kidding.

Cody stands with him arms crossed and a cocky smirk on his face. Suddenly there is an explosion on the stage and Carson is gone.

Winner: Cowboy Jack Jones

JC: Champions find ways to win, Hect finds ways not to lose. So either way congrats to both guys on a hard fought match.

( We fade in to the backstage area once more. We are in the parking lot. We see Seth Dryden walking to his car after seeing all he has needed to of Titans. He has the Intercontinental Title draped over his left shoulder and a gym bag over his right. He unlocks his car and opens the back passenger side door. He throws in his gym bag and closes the door. He opens the passenger door and pulls the Intercontinental belt off of his shoulder. He looks at it for a moment and then places it in the seat. He is about to close the door when he is suddenly nailed with an elbow to the back of the head. His face collides with the car. Seth stumbles backwards as we see his assailant - Shawn Walsh. Walsh grabs Seth by the back of the head and throws him down to the concrete floor of the garage. Seth shakes his head on the ground as Walsh grabs the IC title off of the seat and holds it up. He examines it a moment and then looks at Dryden, who is slowly climbing to his feet. )

Shawn Walsh: You're not worthy.

( Walsh quickly swings the title forward, planting it into Dryden's face! Seth crumples down to the ground as Walsh stands over him, laughing evily. Walsh fastens the Intercontinental Title around his waist. )

Shawn Walsh: You don't need this anymore.

( He grabs Seth and drags him over to the car. He leaves him outside of it but places his head on the seat. Walsh looks around and then slams Dryden's head in the car door! We can hear groans from inside the arena as they watch it on the Strike Tron. Walsh kicks the body of the lifeless Intercontinental Champion. )

Shawn Walsh: The least of your worries is Christian Cage. Watch your back you ungrateful piece of shit.

( Walsh runs his hand over the title that is now around his waist. He nods in approval of his handywork. He walks away whistling. Fade out. )

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