 Strike Fantasy Towers Tuesday Night Titans™ With John Cartwright and Randy White Insert Date Tuesday Night 8:00pm Live From Insert Location As the scene opens we are following
Jack Jones to his dressing room. As he
opens the door to his room we can see Venom and Aidan in the room. Jack
enters and sits with the the two men. Aidan: So listen guys I have
another addition to Elite Domination that I will reveal later on
tonight. Jones: Why don't we wait till
Inferno, people watch that show. Venom: Cause after what we did last
Inferno Im sore The Future will be gunning for us this week. Aidan:
Don't worry, everything will be worked out, and come inferno, I wouldnt
want to be Christian Cage or any other member of The Future for that
matter. The scene cuts back to ringside as
JC and RW take thier seats. JC: What a shocker!! Let's get to
the ring though!
As Justin Tangible vs. Cowboy Jack Jones Standard match The crowd cheers lightly as we see
Justin Tangible already in the ring, awaiting his opponent. 2... NO!! Jones kicked out! 1... 2... 3!!! Jack jones had done it again! I Got Friends in Low Places by
Garth Brooks blares throughout the arena. The crowd cheers as the ref
raises the hand of Jack Jones. RW: Yeah sure, I'll be going to the
drug store to get some no doze if i have to keep calling his matches. Winner: Cowboy Jack Jones Chimpo the Chimp enters Elite Domination's dressing room backstage slowly and cautiously. She/He looks inside to find each one of the members laid out and the dressing room a mess. JC: Oh, my God. RW: Elite Domination has been destroyed. JC: The Future had their hands in this one. Adian Morag slowly rises to his feet, grabbing his head. He looks into the camera but doesn't say anything. He goes to check on Jack Jones who has a easy chair laying on top of him. RW: what the hell is this about?? JC: I dont know but there is a match to get to... Johnny Legend vs. Shawn Walsh Standard match "Creep" by Radiohead slowly fades in.
Fireworks go off on top 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 standing at the top of the ramp. Ring Announcer: Coming down to the ring at this time Legend begins walking down the ramp. Ring Announcer: Weighing in at 250 pounds, hailing from Fire Island, New York... The Solution 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. Legend awaits his opponent, while he rests his back in a corner of the ring. RW: Ugh, How much more of him is SFT going to make us see? JC: Hey! What's the matter with you?! RW: Idiot. Suddenly, the lights in the arena dim and fade completely out. JC: Uh oh We can hear the immortal words of Shawn Walsh whispered over the sound system: "In Shawn We Trust." Followed by an extremely cocky chuckle. The crowd boos as the slow beginning of "Jesus (of Nazareth)" by (hed) P.E. plays. Gold strobe lights flash with the beat of the song. Suddenly, the lights go completely out. As the chorus hits, two huge, gold lightning bolts strike the sides of the stage. "Blueish" pyro goes off from the points of impact and move to the center of the stage to meet in one giant explosion. Silver strobe lights begin to flash about the arena. The crowd rises to their feet with horrendous boos as they know who is to come. "The Chosen One" 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. He has a blue cast on his left forearm/wrist with the words "heavy hitter" written on it in black sharpie. Ring Announcer: Now on his way to the ring... Now hailing from Los Angeles, California... "The Chosen One" SHAWN WALSH! Walsh smirks and struts down to the ring, making obscene gestures at the fans, causing them go even more insane with hatred. Walsh reaches the ring and stands on the outside for a moment. He seems reluctant to enter. JC: Oh come on! RW: Get on with it. The ref walks towards the ropes yelling at him to enter to start the match. Walsh shakes his head and says no�. Legend gets fed up with the procrastination and walks to the ropes. He climbs out of the ring through the middle ropes. He turns around to confront Walsh and just as he does he is hammered in the face by the bast on Walsh's left arm! Legend goes down with a thud as the crowd boos. JC: Jesus! The bell hasn't even rung yet! RW: Ahahahahaha! The ref looks around for a few moments and has no choice but to call for the bell. The bell rings to start the match. RW: And here we go! JC: But how do you expect Legend to perform after that? RW: He'll have to figure it out. Walsh jumps up onto the apron. He chuckles and paces back and forth for a moment before leaping over the top rope and into the ring. Walsh chuckles and strips himself of his jacket and throws his glasses off to the side of the ring. The ref pushes Walsh's attire out of the ring. Legend is still down outside. The ref looks between Legend and Walsh for a moment and then starts a ten count as the crowd boos. 1... 2... 3... 4... 5... Walsh begins celebrating what we can only assume will be a win. 6... 7... Legend begins stirring on the outside causing a few cheers from the crowd. JC: After that suckerpunch, Legend might still be in this. RW: Ha. You wish. 8... Legend begins pulling himself up, using the ring apron. 9... Legend barely pulls himself into the ring under the bottom rope. The ref immediately breaks the count. Walsh stomps around on the mat, not believing it. RW: Lucky son of a
bitch JC: Luck has nothing to do with it! Walsh flips Legend over and covers him. 1... 2... NO!! Legend
Kicked out Walsh quickly jumps to his feet. He grabs Legend by the hair using his right hand. Walsh whips Legend into the ropes and nails Legend in the jaw with a jumping heel kick upon return. Legend falls to the mat, holding his face. Walsh scurries to his feet and lifts Legend up. Walsh goes for a right hand on Johnny but it's blocked! Legend returns with a few rights and lefts. Legend kicks Walsh in the gut, hooks his head and arms, lifts him up, and drives him down to the mat in a hard double underhook ddt! Legend rolls him over for the cover. 1... 2... NO!! Walsh kicked out RW: Not going to get The Chosen One� that way, chump! JC: Kiss ass. Legend gets up, pulling Walsh up with him. Johnny kicks Walsh in the gut, backs up a few steps, and then runs forward nailing him in the face with his knee! Walsh falls backwards ad rolls around, clutching his chin. Legend quickly grabs Walsh's legs and begins to apply a Texas Cloverleaf. Walsh quickly crawls to the ropes with his arms, dragging Legend along with him. The ref breaks the hold. JC: Shawn Walsh does not want to be caught in The Legendary. Legend lets his hold
go and paces back and forth for a moment. Walsh uses the ropes to get
to his feet. Legend goes to kick Walsh in the stomach once more but
Walsh grabs Legend's leg and throws it to the side. Legend spins around
and refaces Walsh only to be planted with a devastating clothesline.
Walsh wastes no time and runs to Legend's side. He turns to face away
from him and then leaps backwards landing a quick standing moonsault!
Legend moans in agony. Walsh stays on top for the pin. 1... 2... NO!!! Legend kicked
out again! Walsh gets to his feet and in the face of the ref. JC: Oh come on, what is he doing?! RW: It's obvious that the ref counted slow Walsh should have won! JC: You've got to be kidding me! Walsh begins yelling at the referee, debating the speed and time of the count. Legend slowly crawls to his feet. He runs at Walsh, nailing him in the back of the neck with a forearm smash. Walsh falls forward, crashing into the ref. The ref tumbles out of the ring as Walsh falls to the mat. JC: Oh no! The ref is down! RW: Ahh! Legend smirks as Walsh stirs off to the side of the ring. Legend walks over to the ropes and climbs to the outside. He walks over to the timekeeper and throws him off his table. Legend grabs the chair that the timekeeper was sitting in and folds it up. The crowd half cheers. RW: Oh no! JC: Legend looking to stop this match in it's tracks. Legend rolls back into the ring. The ref begins to move on the outside. Walsh gets up to one knee and then stands. Legend runs at Walsh, swinging the chair. Walsh quickly ducks out of the way. Legend turns back around and begins to swing the chair again only to be met by a High Voltage [Superkick]!!!!! Walsh's foot collides with the steel chair, sending it hard into the face of Legend! Blood begins to trickle lightly out of the forehead of Johnny Legend as he slumps down to the mat. The ref climbs to his feet using the ring apron. Walsh drags Legend away from the ropes, grabs his legs, and locks him in the Rich Man's Burden [Texas Cloverleaf]. Legend lies motionless on the mat as the referee slowly crawls in. The crowd boos as the ref slowly makes his way over to Legend, checking on him. JC: Oh this is just unfair. RW: Ahahahahahaha! The ref raises Legends hand once, It drops. He raises Johnny's hand a second time, Again, it drops. He raises it a third time… It comes falling back down to the mat! The ref calls for the bell as Jesus (of Nazareth)� by (hed) P.E. blares over the PA system once more. Ring Announcer: And here is your winner The Chosen One� SHAWN WALSH! Walsh refuses to let go of the hold as the bell tolls. The ref tries to pull Walsh off of Legend as the bell rings again. Walsh yells at the ref as he continues to wrench Legend's legs in the Rich Man's Burden. The ref finally pulls Walsh off. Walsh shoves the ref, who trips and falls. The ref quickly scurries out of the ring. Walsh raises his arms arrogantly as we cut to commercial. Winner: Shawn Walsh
Hardcore Hect vs. Nathan Gust Standard match RW: This is a main event you wont see anywhere else. The one and only Nathan Gust has returned for a one night only main event match against our own Hardcore Hect! JC: Yes, this one promises to be one for the ages. "Adrenachrome" by Grade 8 begins to play and the lights flicker. Moments later, the youngest SFT legend of all time walks out. The lights continue to flicker as Nathan Gust runs straight to the ring and he enters without hesitation. RW: Been a while since I seen that entrance!! 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 Hectzilla, 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 Hardcore Hect makes his way to the ring. He uses the ring steps to make his way to the apron, where he walks to the center of the apron, looking into the ring. He reaches up with both hands to his hood, like he's going to pull it back, but instead rips the hood, followed by the robe, in half, and lets it fall to the ground. Hect gets into the ring and goes to a corner, where he kneels facing the turnbuckle, waiting for the match to start. JC: Looks like Hect is more prepared for this match then we have seen him in a long time. The two competitors circle around one another. By the look of things, Gust wants to play a little game called mercy. Gust raises his right hand. Cautious, Hect meets Gust up on his deal as he grabs hold of Gust’s right hand with his own. Now in the complete game of might, the two struggle for a bit. After only a mere 10 seconds or so, Gust gives Hect a hard shot to the abdomen via his right knee. RW: Gust with a cheap shot there. JC: Yeah, I'm startling too like him... a little. Gust continues by applying a side headlock. Hect uses his strength to reverse the hold and put Gust into a wrist lock. Hect lets go, while from behind Gust, Hect holds onto him by the waist and pushes him towards the ropes. Hect looking for a schoolboy maybe, however, Gust holds onto top rope and as Hect was trying to bring Gust to the mat, he now hits the mat with the force he put behind it head first. RW: Hect hit the mat hard, not only that but he hit on the back of his head. Hect is up to his feet, much quicker than anyone would have guessed. Gust turns around to see Hect charging at him. Gust’s only thought is to duck down. This was a mistake as Hect flips over the bent body of Gust and is looking for a sunset flip. Gust is struggling to stay on his feet. Instead of being in the sunset flip predicament he kneels down and grabs hold of Hect’s legs. JC: This match could end rather quickly! 1… 2… NO!! RW: That was a close one. But, Hect pops out just before the three count. Gust shouldn’t have really thought that the match would over just then, as it was too early. Somewhat frustrated, Gust rises back up to his feet only to turn around to two feet right in his face as Hect gives him a picture perfect dropkick. While Gust is on the mat still, Hect attempt a cobra clutch, Gust blokcs and reverses it to apply a sleeper, Hect blocks. JC: Come on, everyone knows the only way to win a match is to beat on your opponent! RW: I thought you were sleeping. JC: Well... I... I was. The two circle around each other once again. Gust whips Hect into the ropes. Hect bounces off the ropes and charges back at Gust. Gust quickly wraps his right arm under Hect’s shoulder, and simultaneously lifts him off of his feet giving him a nice hip toss. Hect is laid out as Gust climbs the top rope. RW: What could Gust be thinking by going up there?! JC: Who knows? You know, Gust has actually impressed me this match. RW: Heh, this coming from a man who has slept through this match. Gust is indeed looking for something big here. He plays to the crowd who are currently cheering him. Gust now with both feet on either side of the top turnbuckle. He leaps in a sitting position. He connects with a huge guillotine leg drop! Quickly, Gust hooks the near leg. 1... 2... NO! Once again Hect kicks out! JC: That referee must not know how to count to three! This match was over you know it! Gust is now quite frustrated as he begins to pick the opponent up. Once he has Hect onto his knees, Hect begins to deliver some quick right hands to the abdomen. Hect quickly gets to his feet. With Gust keeled over, Hect attempts a bulldog, but Gust halts him and drops him back with a huge back body drop. As Hect is going down, his leg hits the ref and takes him out! Gust hooks Hect’s leg in a lateral press. Once he realizes the referee is down, Gust lets go of the pin. He attempts to revive the referee. This gives Hect the time he needs to mount a comeback. Hect nails Gust with a low blow!1 JC: What a damn cheap shot! That was a cheap shot if I ever saw one! RW: The referee is down, you are the same guy that no more than three minutes ago was saying how you need to beat your opponent down to win, right? Gust is turned around. Hect wraps his arm around Gust’s neck once more. This time, he grabs hold of Gust’s left thigh and lifts him up, and drops him right on his head with a perfect Bulldog. Hect goes for the cover… 1… 2… No!! Gust is able to kick out at the last second!!! Hect helps Gust to his feet, Gust nails Hect in the midsection with a few blows, Gust sets him up and nails Southern Discomfort!! Gust covers… 1… 2… 3!!! JC: Its over!! Gust did it, he beat Hect!! RW: I told you this was going to be a good match!! Winner: Insert Winner The entire arena goes bitch black and deafly silent. A gentle drum beat begins to fill the arena and a single pink light begins flashing with the beat in the middle of the ring. "Maneater" by Nelly Furtado begins blasting through the arena and the crowd starts screaming. JC: I don't know, don't look at me. A single spot light appears on the left side of the stage covering Sweetheart with light. Another one appears on the right, this time illuminating Amy Jo Smyth in light. Then another one next to Sweetheart, this time it's Precious. Next up is Megan Helms-King standing next to Amy Jo. RW: Holy shit JC: You can say that again. The screen begins to flash "The First Ladies" in pink fine script. Megan grins and looks at Precious. They run into the ring quickly followed by Amy Jo and Sweetheart as the lights slowly come back up. RW: I think we found who laid out both Elite Domination and The Future. JC: That is the hottest stable, ever. Megan grabs a microphone from the announcer and waits for the music to slowly fade away. Megan: Yes. We did. We let those boys back there know that they've got some new competition and well, we're not to be fucked with. We are the First Ladies of SFT… Suddenly, "Number One Spot" begins to play and Venom appears on the top of the stage, cutting off Megan. All four girls turn and leer at him, Amy Jo from a top a turnbuckle. RW: This can't be good. JC: Not at all. The rest of Elite Domination slowly comes out one by one. Venom: You girls think you're so clever, sneaking up on us, attacking us while we had our backs turned. Guess, what it's time for payback. Elite Domination runs into the ring and begins to attack The First Ladies. Megan and Precious take on Venom together. Sweetheart takes on Jack Jones and Amy Jo goes after Adian Morag. All four of them exchange move after move. The First Ladies are getting the upper hand as Johnny Legend comes running to the ring yeilding a chair, all four members of the Ladies rol out of the ring and walk up the ramp. Amy: Next time guys, next time! 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