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Strike
Fantasy Towers
Tuesday Night Titans™ December 5th, 2006 Live From Louisville, Kentucky |
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Opening [The show opens to the chaotic Cardinal Stadium in Louisville, Kentucky. We go right to ringside where RW and JC are eager to call tonight's action.] Phil: Ladies and gentlemen... tonight promises to be a big night for Strike Fantasy Towers. Steve: Yes sir. Southern Championship Wrestling Hall of Famer Derek "Rumpke" Richardson returns to the ring tonight to take on his former business partner Nathan Gust! Phil: I wasn't talking about that. I was talking about Shadow's HUGE announcement. Steve: Oh, that's right. Christian Cage announced at the end of Inferno that here... tonight... Shadow would be in the building to make a huge announcement. Phil: Some kind of earth-shaking announcement... [Just then, "Mack Daddy" by Sir Mix-a-Lot starts up and the happy crowd turns vicious as Connor MacDaddy walks out onto the stage in a pinstripe suit. With a microphone in hand, he cues for his music to die down.] Connor MacDaddy: I know you are all wondering about Shadow's announcement. I'm not quite sure, but it's one of two things. Either James Flame is coming back... or he's brought back Glenn Owen to take over Tuesday Night Titans. Either way... all of you fans are screwed. Steve: Get him off the stage! Connor MacDaddy: So there, I spoiled your fun. Shadow's announcement is nothing important. Pay not attention to it. What is important... is that here... tonight... Aidan and I make sure that you people go home unhappy. Stay tuned for a really bad show... [Connor waves and walks backstage.] Phil: This isn't WFW, Connor. This is SFT. We are always great. Steve: Always? Phil: Okay...
maybe
not always. Close enough.
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Match One Xavier: This is a disgrace, Jason is dead and yet you still hold his place in the match? What kind of sick people are you all? Instead you should be holding a memorial service for him! What the hell? Better idea, in honor of Jason, I shall wrestle his match tonight! Here I come! [Xavier begins to take off his shirt when the arena goes completely dark, leaving the camera's the only lights flashing. The striketron then goes into a blinding white light, as if it were looking into the heavens. Just then a figure begins to recede down from the sky, lowering to the ground, wings aloft as he slowly glides down. Once to the earth the wings explode into a feathery mess, the feathers then fade into nothingness. The man lands in a kneeling position after the wings burst, his fist to the ground in front of him, his face pointed towards the earth, white hair over his face. The background grows dark, allowing the man to now lift his head, once lifted, he opens his eyes, which glow red, when first seen they sort of sparkle, or twinkle. He then smiles... over the pa a voice is heard: You Shall... FALL FROM GRACE!!! Thus the words Fallen Angel appear over the figures head in sparkling silver letters.) The lights come back on, Xavier is gone and a man dressed in white stands in the ring. He smiles and begins to take off his vest-jacket. His red eyes stare into the eyes of his opponents. He throws his jacket to the side.] Fallen: I shall take the place of this, Jason. RING THE BELL! Phil: Alright, whatever that was all about. [The Fallen Angel is already down in the ring waiting for the other three participates. "Won't Back Down" plays over the address sound system. As it blast the sound system. The Guyver steps down the entrance ramp through the smoke. White sparkling with gold, red, and black pyro mixed as it begins to engulf the Guyver as he stands with his facing forward at the ring and his arms in a formation and his head is down. He spins 180 degree to his right and drops his arms to his side. He slowly brings his head up as he glares into the camera. As his head goes completely up and levels. He breathes a stream of smoke out of his nose. He slowly and menacingly walks down to the ring. He climbs onto the turnbuckle and raises his arms in the air. He crosses the ring to the opposite turnbuckle. Then he climbs up the turnerbuckle. As he raise his fist up through out the arena as he repeats the process acknowledging the crowd chanting and cheering.] Phil: This is going to be a hell of an opening match. Steve: Your not kidding Phil, we still got two more participates to come down here. [Suddenly "Fatal" by RZA hit’s the pa system. Moments go by and Amphetamine is no where to be seen. The music goes off, and the Strike tron lights up to see Amphetamine and Tyler Johnson hanging out in Rumpke’s custom prepared locker room. The two are sitting at the bar. Rumpke has just finished chugging a fifth of Jim Beam. He turns around, grabs a bottle of Crown Royal, a bottle of Wild Turkey. Rumpke hands Amphetamine the bottle of Crown.] Rumpke: Be a good girl, and drink it all. It doesn’t count if you spill half of it. [Amphetamine’s head is swaying back and forth as she stares at the full fifth of whisky. Then looks at Rumpke, and smiles.] Amphetamine: You’re a cute little man. Rumpke: Damn straight baby, one of these days I’ll have to introduce you to "Russell the love muscle". Amphetamine: Maybe one of these days.. [Then a door flys open, and in walks Page Michaels. Page looks at the two drunk wrestlers.] Page Michaels: What the fuck are you two doing in here? I’ve been looking everywhere for you two. Don’t you guys know that your suppose to be wrestling right now? Tyler Johnson: Uh, I forgot… Amphetamine: Yeah, we both got distracted.. Page Michaels: I can see that. [Page looks at Rumpke] Page Michaels: It never fails, anytime your around, someone’s getting drunk! Rumpke: What can I say.. I guess I rub off on people. Page Michaels: That you do… [Page looks back at Tyler and Amphetamine. Tyler goes to hit the bottle of Jack and he falls out of the chair and hit’s the ground hard.] Page Michaels: Well I’ll be damned! You two aren’t fucking wrestling now. Get your drunk asses to Aidan’s office. He wants to talk to you! [Tyler slowly gets to his feet with Amphetamine helping him. Then the two walk out the door, Page walks up to the bar.] Page Michaels: You really fucked those two up. Rumpke: Hey, they told me they could keep up. Not my fault their lightweights. Page Michaels: Did it ever cross your mind that people got better things to do than just sit around and drink all day? Rumpke: Hell no, why would that cross my mind. You know me, I drink 24/7. Hell I would drink while I was sleeping if I could. Page Michaels: Yes, we all know that Derek. Rumpke: Say, how about a shot boss? Page Michaels: Now see, there you go again. First you fuck up two of my wrestlers, and now you want to get me fucked up.. Rumpke: Nah, I wouldn’t do that to you, just one. What’s that gonna hurt? [Page looks at the selection Rumpke has, and nods his head.] Page Michaels: Alright give me a shot of Vodka. Rumpke: Coming right up. [Rumpke turns around, grabs a double shot glass along with a bottle of Dark Eye’s Vodka. Rumpke fills the glass up, and hands it to Page. Rumpke grabs the bottle of Crown that Amphetamine left on the counter.] Rumpke: Cheers boss! Page Michaels: Cheers Rumpke [The two cling the glass, and bottle together, and they both slam the contents as the Strike Tron fades to black.] Phil: Damn, Rumpke’s first night back and people are already getting drunk. Steve: Your telling me that you didn’t see that coming? Phil: I had no clue.. Steve: Yeah, well anyways, I guess that means our match is ready to begin since the other two obviously won‘t be showing up.. [The bell rings, and the match is under way. Both men charge at each other, but The Guyver gets the upper hand with a close line. The Fallen Angel jumps back up only to be knocked right back down with another close line from the Guyver. The Guyver reaches down, and pulls the Fallen Angel to his feet only to get nailed with a right hand to the face. The Guyver lets go of him as he gets hit with another right hand. By this time the Fallen Angel nails the Guyver three more times.] Phil: The Fallen Angel is obtaining the upper hand with those right hands. Steve: I don’t know if I would say he’s getting the upper hand. [The Guyver is stunned a little, and the Fallen Angel slings himself off the ropes and nails the Guyver with a close line of his own that sends the six foot eight, two hundred and eighty pound monster down to the ground. The Fallen Angel does elbow drop after elbow drop. The Fallen Angel gets a little to greedy and goes for a forth only to come up short and miss the Guyver as he rolls out of the way. The Guyver slings up to his feet as does The Fallen Angel. The Fallen Angel charges at the Guyver only to get slung down to the ground by a hip toss. The Fallen Angel gets right back, charges at the Guyver once again, and hit’s the ground once again compliments of another hip toss.. The Guyver gets a running shot and delivers a hard kick to the back of the Fallen Angel’s head.] Phil: Ouch! Did you hear that? Steve: What do you think Phil? [The Guyver taunts the Fallen Angel for a minute, grabs him, and pulls him up only to be hit with a low blow that the referee didn’t see. The Guyver bends over in pain as any man would that gets hit in that region. The Fallen Angel grabs the Guyver, tucks his head under his arm and hits him with a DDT. The Fallen Angel jumps up to his feet, grabs the ropes, and yell’s out to the crowd. The Guyver definitely isn’t done yet as he quickly sneaks behind the Fallen Angel, and roles him up really fast. The Referee counts .. ] 1... 2...
NO!!!
Steve: The Fallen Angel better concentrate on his opponent or he is going to get beat before he even realizes it. Phil: You aren’t kidding Steve. He needs to take care of The Guyver before he taunts the fans. [The Guyver, and The Fallen Angel are both on their feet staring at each other. The Guyver smiles, and shakes his finger at The Fallen Angel. The Fallen Angel waists no time, and goes for a spear, but it is dodged. The Fallen Angel goes through the turnbuckles and hit’s the steel post on the outside. The Guyver pulls the stunned Fallen Angel the rest of the way in, and places him on the top rope. The Guyver climbs the same top rope and hits his finisher "High Alert". The Guyver pins, and the Referee counts] 1.... 2... 3!!! Phil: What a return for
Guyer in this opening match here in Titans!!
Steve: An what a debut for the Fallen Angel as he replaces the late Jason. WINNER: The Guyver
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Morag. Aidan is sitting in his chair behind his desk going over some
paperwork. Suddenly Tyler Johnson and Amphetamine stumble into the
office. Neither can walk very straight as they were just with Derek
Rumpke drinking. Aidan looks up at the two of them. In unison they
speak.] Ampetamine and Johnson: You wanted to see ussss? Aidan: What the hell do you two think you are doing? Derek Rumpke is a fucking lush, he can handle a few beers, obviously you two cannot, I am pulling you from your match tonight. Amphetamine, I suggest you take some leave to deal with you own shit. Tyler, be ready to fight next week. Next week, Tyler Johnson, you'll be in the ring one on one with the Fallen Angel. Pull another stunt like you did this week, you'll be fired! Now get the hell out of my office, I have better things to do than deal with the likes of you. [Just as they exit the room, Connor MacDaddy enters. Connor takes a seat opposite Aidan.] Connor: So what are the plans thus far? Aidan: I am not sure right this minute kid. I got to beat Jones tonight and we cna go from there. Connor: I'm not talking about that. I'm talking about the fact that you and I now own 50% of this damn company. Shadow iss planning on making a huge announcement, what are we going to do. Aidan: We'll we'll just have to wait and see what this announcement brings us and decdied what to do from there. I could care less if the fucking old man chokes on the damn mic while he's out there. No announcement he is going to make is going to change how we will run this place. [Aidan stand up from his chair and begins to walk from the room.] Aidan: I'll catch up with you later, I have a match to prepare for. |
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Segment One
Steve: We’ve still got better to come though. Next up, for example, we’re going to see the return to SFT of Derek ‘Rumpke’ Richardson as he takes on our brand new United States Heavyweight Champion, Nathan Gust. Phil: That should be great, but that’s not all. We’ve got Aidan Morag, the SFT World’s Heavyweight Champion, taking on Cowboy Jack Jones with ownership of both halves of the SFT World Tag Team Championship, and the right to pick a new partner, on the line. Steve: Then in our main event, we have the SFT Intercontinental Champion, Amy Jo Smyth, taking on Jared Mayer in a huge non-title match. Phil: All in all, we’re set for a huge night of action here on… [Phil Stevens is suddenly cut off in mid-sentence by the trademark opening riffs of ‘Click Click Boom’ by Saliva, accompanied by the arena lights going down and a huge ovation from the crowd in attendance.] Steve: I’d heard the rumours backstage folks, but it looks as if they were actually true. If this music is any indication, The Future is back in SFT, and these people here tonight sure as hell seem pleased to see them, to say the very least. [As the song builds towards its first chorus, we see two very familiar men making their way out onto the entrance stage as the noise from the crowd intensifies with every step that they take. The two men in question are, of course, ‘The Franchise’ Christian Cage, SFT’s Chief Executive Officer, and The Dark Wolf, former SFT World’s Heavyweight Champion.] [Both men are immaculately attired in slick black suits and dark glasses. Cage is wearing a white shirt with a blue tie, and TDW has on a black shirt with silver tie. Silver spotlights swirl around the pitch-black arena as the music continues to blast out. After a few seconds, one of the spotlights focuses on Cage and TDW as they begin to make their way down the entrance ramp towards the ring, the crowd roaring in appreciation of their every move.] Steve: I think it’s pretty clear that these guys are becoming pretty popular with our fans here. Phil: Who can blame them? These guys are smart, funny, and athletically talented. Everything that you aren’t in fact, Stevie. [Cage and Dark Wolf climb up the steps and into the ring, pausing once in there to gaze around the packed-out arena before each grabbing a microphone, Cage taking his from Amanda Summers and Dark Wolf being handed one by a ringside staffer. As they do this, their music slowly fades out and the lighting in the arena returns to its normal level. Even now, they have to wait for the crowd to quiet down a little before trying to speak.] Christian Cage: Well, I guess you’re as pleased to see us as we are to be us, but let’s be honest here, when you’re used to watching a show with the likes of The Guyver and Cowboy Joke Jones on it, any chance to spend a little time with two real talents is always gonna be appreciated. Dark Wolf: Now, I’m sure you’re wondering what the purpose of this is, why it is that I’ve chosen tonight to make my long-awaited return to SFT and what we’re both doing standing in this ring wearing suits worth more than everything that you’re all wearing put together. Well, I was supposed to be back at the Civil War, but from what I can understand, my invite kinda got…lost in the post. I’ll be making sure the person responsible is fired soon enough. Christian Cage: Yeah…about that. Dark Wolf: What about it? Christian Cage: Erm…nothing. Carry on man, carry on. Dark Wolf: Anyways, forget all that Civil War crap, I’m back now and that’s what counts. Why am I back though? Why has The Future re-united after all this time away? Well, it’s simple. Christian Cage: You see, we’ve been looking at things around here over the last few weeks, and we’ve reached the conclusion that things need to change, and moreover, that we’re the guys to change them. Dark Wolf: Starting right at the top, you got the World’s Heavyweight Champion himself, Aidan Morag. This is a man who, for every freaking second he holds that belt, manages to make the likes of Goldeneye and Jack Jones and Venom look like talented, charismatic wrestlers. Christian Cage: No easy feat. Dark Wolf: Ever since Aidan took that Championship from me, the reputation of the belt has fallen completely into the gutter, so I think it’s about time that changed, hence why I’ve decided to make my return. Shawn Walsh couldn’t get the job done last week, and from what I hear, Amy Jo Smyth is next in line and there’s even less chance of her getting the job done than there was of Walsh doing it. Mind you, if she does win, then it makes my task of regaining the Title all the easier. For me, and for us in The Future, it’s pretty much a win-win situation. Christian Cage: That ain’t all though. There’s something else in SFT that’s been on my mind for a little while now, and, as co-incidence would have it, it involves Aidan Morag as well. As I’m sure you all know, the SFT World’s Tag Team Championship is the only piece of gold around here that I’ve never held, it’s the missing piece of the puzzle, so to speak. Of course, when Shawn Walsh fucked up my knee a couple of months back, I figured my chance at ever finishing up that puzzle had pretty much gone. Trouble with that is that I’ve never been one to admit defeat. Sure, even as I’m standing here now, my knee is fucking killing me, and every move that I make hurts like hell, which probably makes what I’m about to do all the more stupid in one respect, but I feel that it needs to happen and that I’ll regret it if I don’t do it. So, as of right now, I’m booking myself in a match, this coming week on Friday Night Inferno! Steve: What the hell? Cage surely isn’t in any condition to compete in a match, he just damn well said so himself! Christian Cage: That match will see me face Reno Destiny and Justin Paige, the so-called ‘Klique’ with the Number 1 Contender’s spot for the SFT World’s Tag Team Championship at stake! Dark Wolf: And that, my friends, brings us right on to the last, and most important thing that we have to do here tonight. See, when Chris first came up with this idea, the only question would be who he would team with, seeing as I’d be too pre-occupied with ripping the World’s Championship out of Aidan’s pathetic grasp to give this my full attention. Christian Cage: So, we made a few phone calls, spoke to a few people trying to find someone suitable to team with me. As luck would have it though, there was someone else in that locker room, another former World’s Heavyweight Champion like myself, who was also looking for a partner to make a run at the Tag Team belts, so we figured to pool our resources and ensure that both of us get exactly what we want out of this. Phil: So who’s he talking about? Steve: you could just shut up and let him tell us, numbnuts. Christian Cage: So, without any further ado, allow me to introduce the latest recruit to The Future, the man who will stand by my side against Paige and Destiny on Friday night, and the future co-holder of the SFT World’s Tag Team Championship: [All eyes turn towards the entrance stage as we await the arrival of Christian Cage’s new partner, and after a few seconds of agonizing silence, the answer to the question on everybody’s lips is provided by the sound of oh-so-familiar opening notes of ‘Set It Off’ by Audioslave blasting over the PA System to huge a huge response from the crowd.] Steve: What the hell? Does this mean who I think it means? Phil: Surely not, it can’t be…but it is! [The last part of the sentence from Phil Stevens is in response to the appearance on the entrance stage of the man who will apparently be teaming with ‘The Franchise’ in his quest for the Tag Team Championship, ‘The Wildcard’ himself Ace!] [Ace is clad in a similar style of black suit to Cage and Dark Wolf, along with a white shirt and gold-coloured tie. He makes his way slowly down the ramp, soaking up the cheers from the crowds as he approaches the ring. Ace slides under the bottom rope and shakes hands with Dark Wolf before embracing Cage as his music fades out.] [Cage hands his microphone over to his new partner and ‘The Wildcard’ begins to speak] Ace: Bet none of you ever thought to see this, huh? I bet there’s not a single person in this arena who ever thought that they’d see me standing side by side with Christian Cage, much less as a member of The Future. It makes perfect sense though, when you think about it, because Chris and I are in the same situation. Both of us have won everything there is to win here in SFT, with one exception. Both of us just need to win the World’s Tag Team Championship in order to complete our own personal SFT Grand Slams, and both of us, and Dark Wolf for that matter, are among the premier talents in Strike Fantasy Towers. When you put it like that, this whole alliance seems pretty much perfect to me. Christian Cage: On Friday night, ‘The Wildcard’ and myself take our first step towards immortality when we take on… Ace (interrupting): Chris, these guys we’re gonna be facing on Friday. Are they…you know…any good? Christian Cage: Well put it this way man, these are two people who somehow managed to lose to, to be beaten by, to be destroyed by a team that contains Joke Jones. You do the maths. Ace: And after we beat them, we get our Tag Team Title shot against Aidan or Joke and their new partner? Christian Cage: That’s the deal man, but I think we can pretty much count on it being Aidan seeing Joke couldn’t outwrestle a wet paper bag, or worse, Venom. Dark Wolf: Do we have any idea who Aidan is gonna pick as his new partner when...sorry, if…he wins? [As Dark Wolf says this, Cage leans over and whispers in his ear, then does the same to Ace.] Ace: You sure it’s gonna be him? Christian Cage: Absolutely positive. Being the CEO around here has its advantages, you know. Dark Wolf: Quite honestly, I’d be amazed if he can ever get into the ring without a walking frame these days, so it shouldn’t be any problem for you two. Christian Cage: I’m pretty sure we could handle whoever Aidan might have picked, but if he wants to make it this easy for us, then who are we to argue? Dark Wolf: For right now though, we got a few things to sort out backstage, so we’re gonna leave you guys with the drunk and the school kid for now, but don’t count on this being the last you see of us tonight… Steve: Pretty disparaging way to talk about Gust and Rumpke. Phil: Do you honestly think that The Future cares? This is an alliance of three of the top names in SFT, and I don’t see anyone queuing up to stop them doing or saying what they like. Steve: Ay chance you’ll get your head out of their asses in time to call the next match? [With that, ‘Click Click Boom’ starts up again as all three men climb out of the ring and make their way up the ramp towards the locker room, talking amongst themselves all the way.] Phil: Huge announcements from The Future there, targeting both the Tag Team Championships and the World’s Title, as well as unveiling the legendary Ace as their newest member. |
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Steve: I’m also intrigued by what they said about that not being the last we’ll see of them this evening. For now though, we’ve got ourselves another match to focus on, as we see the United States Champion, Nathan Gust, taking on the returning Derek ‘Rumpke’ Richardson in a non-title match. Phil: Looks like Richardson is already waiting in the ring, so let’s send it up to Amanda Summers and get this thing going. [Sure enough, Derek Richardson is pacing back and forth across the ring, a focused look on his face as he awaits the arrival of the SFT United States Champion.] Amanda Summers: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following contest is a non-title match and is scheduled for one fall. In the ring, making his long-awaited return to Strike Fantasy Towers, DEREK RICHARDSON!!! [Richardson raises his arms in the air to acknowledge the cheers from the crowd as his name is announced.] Amanda Summers: His opponent, fighting out of Columbia, South Carolina and weighing in at 171lbs, he is the reigning SFT United States ‘Heavyweight’ Champion, NATHAN GUST!!! [The unmistakeable opening notes of Grade 8’s ‘Adrenachrome’ blast over the PA System as the US Champion makes his way out onto the stage to a huge roar from the crowd. Gust pauses briefly at the top of the ramp, saluting the crowd as he raises his US belt above his head. Gust then sprints down the ramp and slides into the ring, casting a quick glance at Richardson before climbing onto each of the four turnbuckles in turn, showing off his gold some more.] [As Gust climbs the 4th turnbuckle, we can see Derek Richardson talking to the referee, who then seems to signal for the bell, even though Gust is still pre-occupied with playing to the fans.] [As Gust’s music abruptly cuts out, ‘The Youth Warrior’ find himself being pulled backwards off of the turnbuckle and caught totally off guard with a schoolboy (fittingly enough) roll-up from Derek Richardson...] 1! 2!! 3!!! [The referee calls for the bell as Richardson slides out of the ring, taunting Gust as the United States Champion tried to figure out exactly what has just happened to him.] Steve: What the hell was that? Is the match over already? Phil: Looks like it to me. Nathan Gust wasn’t paying attention to his opponent and it’s resulted in him being on the wrong end of a huge upset here. [In the ring, Nathan Gust is angrily remonstrating with the referee about what has just happened while Derek Richardson heads back towards the locker room with a huge grin on his face.] WINNER: Derek Richardson |
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[The lights lower and “London Bridge (Southern Charm Remix)” by Fergie begins. Red police lights begin flashing everywhere and spot lights move all over the crowd like search lights. Amy Jo steps out onto the stage and throws her arms up. She races down to the ring, wasting no time, and slides in. She hangs the IC over the turnbuckle and waits for Jared.] RW: A part of Amy Jo must be thankful the IC title is not on the line tonight. Jared Mayer has to be one of the most formidable opponents anyone in SFT can face. JC: You might say that, but I wouldn’t phase out Amy Jo’s chances. [“The Fight Song” – the Slipknot remix begins to play over the PA system and the lights go in the arena go out. They come back on a moment later and Lucretia Black is standing behind Amy Jo with her head hung forward. Strobe lighting begins to flicker as Amy Jo realises this and bounces around and takes a fighting stance. Then at the top of the ramp, Jared Mayer slowly walks out wearing the grotesque mask. He makes his way slowly to the ring as pyros explode down the sides of the ramp in front of him. When he reaches the bottom of the ramp, the strobing stops and the lights go out again. A few seconds they come back on again and Lucretia Black and Jared have switched places. Amy Jo goes to kick who she thought was Lucretia, aiming for her head and barely clips Jared’s shoulder instead!] RW: That’s some freaky deaky weirdo stuff going on there. [The bell rings and Amy steps back. She hits a dropkick sending Jared into the ropes. He’s left hung out and she charges again. She hits the clothesline but the surprisingly agile Jared lands on his feet on the apron. He reaches out and grabs her hair. He throws her into the turnbuckle, slamming her face into the title! Lucretia is going ballistic screaming out her commands at ringside and even jumps up onto the apron herself! Amy Jo gets back up onto her feet and kicks Jared in between the legs while the ref is occupied with Lucretia. Jared just stands there for a moment before slowly looking down at his groin. Without Lucretia’s command, Jared throws out his leg and kicks Amy Jo between the legs, literally lifting her off the ground as he does so. There is screaming in the crowd.] JC: Amy Jo just found out the hard way how to easily piss off a bull. [Jared slowly turns to Lucretia and sees the referee forcibly handling her. He puts his hand on the refs shoulder and terrified, he turns around. He closes his eyes, but eventually peeks open and flinches. Jared just stands there, towering over him. Behind them, Amy Jo springs into life and limps over to Jared. She hits a reverse neck breaker and shouts at him to get to his feet.] [On the stage, Rayn walks out. He crosses his arms and watches on intently. He walks to one side of the stage. Meanwhile, Allisa O’Toole and Megan the Monster walk out and take to the other side, also watching on.] RW: I don’t know what to say… I know professional wrestling is a spectator sport, but this is bizarre. JC: Rayn is obviously here to check out his opponent on Inferno… the remaining first ladies – perhaps the greatest female veterans SFT has seen – must be making sure things don’t get out of hand. Amy Jo and Lucretia don’t look like they’re the best of friends right now. [Jared limbers up and gets back to his feet. Amy Jo hits him with a huge slap that sends him flying back. The fans can’t believe it! She then hits a snap suplex and follows it up with a standing moonsault. The ref counts two before Lucretia tugs at his leg and pulls him to the outside. Megan starts shouting and makes her way to ringside, but Allisa holds her back. They argue between one another but Allisa eventually convinces her to stay put.] [Amy Jo has worked off the pain and runs into the ropes. She dives in between the ropes and takes both Lucretia and the referee out! All four of them lie down and Allisa and Megan slowly make their way down, keeping an eye on Rayn too, who waves sarcastically to them. Allisa crawls into the ring to Check on Jared while Megan sees if Amy Jo is okay. As Allisa approaches, he sits upright and looks at her.] RW: Look! Jared doesn’t trust Allisa! JC: No! Wait… [Jared gets to his feet as quickly as possible and does so just in time to put himself in between Allisa and Connor MacDaddy! He hits Jared with a huge spear that sends him flying!] JC: REVENGE FOR INFERNO! [Connor gets to his feet and stares at Allisa, full of spite. He points at her and then at Jared and decides better of it. He leaves the rings, making threats all the way to the back. Rayn has made his way half way down the ramp but stays put meanwhile Allisa helps Jared back up to his feet and Does the same for Lucretia on the outside. Megan helps Amy Jo into the ring and both leave the referee on the floor. AJ stands in front of Mayer, emphasising the height and size difference, before whipping him into the ropes. Megan seems most unimpressed with Lucretia screaming commands at Jared. Der Sensenmann dodges a side standing kick on the rebound, jumps into the air and hits her square in the jaw with the Schwerer Schlag! Megan can’t believe Lucretia told him to do it and squares her on the outside with a clothesline!] RW: Uh oh… Looks like things are getting out of control. [Allisa slides into the ring and grabs a microphone.] Allisa: Stop it! Everybody, just leave it! [Rayn, blatantly ignoring the former President because well, she wasn’t the President anymore, slides into the ring and goes into nailing a plethora of punches and knees to the gut. With Lucretia out cold, Jared just takes it. He hits him with the Impact, sending him to the floor. Allisa runs at him, but the former president is hit with a DDT for her effort. Megan slides into the ring followed closely by Lucretia. Megan runs Rayn down with a flying wheel kick, but he gets back to his feet and they exchange punches. Lucretia doubles up and the two women start rallying Rayn between each otherWith vicious slaps. They double Irish whip him into the ropes but he over powers them with a double clothesline!] [All of them are on the floor except for Rayn when little Katja Pitt walks out from the back.] Katja: Daniel! Stop! [She looks about ready to cry as she runs to the ring. The lights at the top of the ramp start to falter as she slides under the bottom rope.] Katja: Please leave them alone! [More lights start to falter. Rayn smirks not noticing the lights and kicks Jared hard in the ribs. The arena plunges into darkness. Instantly, a green light shines down over the ring and Rayn looks at Katja. He then looks at the Titantron where a Swastika has appeared! A loud humming, like a swarm of locusts plays at an unbearable level. Rayn asks Katja again what is going on but she looks too scared to answer. She runs to Allisa and Megan and helps them to their feet, then she looks at Lucretia, her own cousin and it takes a moment, but she helps her up too. The four women seem to forget any tension between them as they all lift Amy Jo to her feet. They quickly run out of the ring, leaving Jared who is back onto his feet.] JC: WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON!? [Jared looks up the rafters and then looks at Rayn. Rayn looks quiet and subdued now, yet still confused. The lights turn back on, but become so bright that the bulbs explode, plunging the arena back into darkness. The green light still shines though.] RW: John, I think we should get out of here… [A bolt of lightning strikes the top of the ramp and then Mayer runs forward, tackling Rayn sending both of them over the top rope just as another lightning bolt strikes the ring, causing it to explode and collapse. A slow, maniacal laugh then shakes the arena. The seven of them take the KO’ed referee to the back. Security meets them half way and rushes them out to the back.] RW: Who was that? JC: Only one person could do that… [Rayn pulls away from Mayer and forgetting any life saving efforts the huge German may have just made, Rayn reminds Jared about Inferno… saying it will be his night.] Winner: No Contest
[A few minutes later, Megan, Allisa, Amy Jo, Katja, Lucretia and Jared meet up in the First Ladies changing room. Amy Jo and Jared sit next together as if nothing had just happened between them. They all look slightly panicked, but Allisa does so most of all. The colour had drained from her skin. Lucretia looked more excited than anything else and the rest were suspicious of what had just gone down.] Allisa: Lucretia, Jared… No matter what you think, it’s not safe for you right now. You’re not going to be left on your own for a second. Katja, did you see anything? Katja: No… I don’t even think it was him. Allisa: We’re getting out of here right now. And come Inferno, we’re going to find out what happened. No one goes out alone and if you see anything, tell me. We all think we know who this is, but it doesn’t make sense for him to attack any of us… [Jared shoots Allisa a look and even Megan looks at her suspiciously. It sounded like she was lying. Lucretia wipes a tear from her eye and nods her head. She was just happy her King had come back… although she couldn’t help but wonder what would have happened if she’d been stuck in the ring when the lightening bolt had struck. Surely, SURELY, she told herself, he knew she wouldn’t have been in that ring. He loved her. And she loved Nirvana Jeff King. It had to be him.] [It just had to be!] [The scene cuts back to Phil and Steve who are still in shock.] Phil: Folks we'll be right back. We still another match to get through andd we need the ring rebuilt! See you after the commercial break! |
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Phil: Yeah, the son of a bitch is already pulling shit. Never in my life have I heard of something like this before. Steve: Shut up and enjoy! [“Friends in Low Places” By Garth Brooks plays as Cowboy Jack Jones comes to the entrance ramp bearing the Tag Team Championship and the Television Championship. Jones slowly walks to the ring with both belts on his shoulders. He hands over the Tag Team Title and places the other in the corner.] Phil: Jack looks a little determined here. Steve: No that’s sadness. He thought he had friends until Aidan pulled the greatest turn ever. [“Number One Spot” By Ludacris plays over the speakers as the lights dim. Soon after Aidan Morag walks to the top of the ramp bearing the SFT World Heavyweight Championship around his waste and his Tag Team Championship over his left shoulder. The fans are booing like crazy as he stands there at the top of the ramp smiling. Finally he heads to the ring and passes off the Tag Team Championship. Aidan unstraps the World Title and shoves it Jones’s face before handing that over as well.] Phil: Look at that son of a bitch. Steve: Just call the match, he’ll fire you, you know. [The bell sounds and Aidan begins strutting across the ring. Jones is angered by this and dives for Aidan’s legs taking him down to the mat. Jones pushes himself on top of Aidan and begins to unleash lefts and rights. After unloading ten perfect shots to the face of Aidan, Jones climbs off and brings Aidan to his feet Jones hooks Aidan and delivers a huge suplex!! Jones goes for the cover…] 1… NO!!! [Aidan kicked out before two!] Steve: It’s going to take a whole lot more than that to beat the World Champion. [Jones and Aidan get to their feet as Jones springboards of the ropes and delivers a running high knee to the gut of Aidan Morag and follows it with a DDT. Jones pops to his feet and heads for the top rope. Jones comes off the top with a leg drop, he hits it perfectly!! Jones covers again…] 1… 2… NO!! [Aidan kicks out again!!] Phil: Hurry up Jack!! Beat that asshole! [Jones gets to his feet and bring Aidan to his. Jones whips Aidan into the ropes, Aidan comes back ducks a clothesline attempt from Jack, Aidan comes off and ducks another then stops just behind Jones. As Jones turns he is met with a standing superkick to the jaw! Jones drops to the mat! Aidan springs off the ropes nailing a spring board moonsault! Aidan gets to his feet, dragging Jones with him. Aidan nails Jones in the gut with a few knees and follows with a gutwrench powerbomb!! Aidan pins…] 1… 2… NO!! [Jones Kicked out!!] Steve: How the hell did he do that? Jones, stay down!!! [Aidan gets to his feet and gets in the ref’s face.] Aidan: Do something like that again and you’ll be picking up an unemployment check! [Aidan shoves the ref back and turns his attention back to Jones who is already back to his feet. Jones hits Aidan with a spinning back kick to the gut. Jones springs off the ropes behind him and hits a hurricanranna on Aidan!! Jones covers…] 1… 2… NO!! [Aidan barely kicked out!!] Phil: So Close!!! [Jones brings Aidan to his feet and begins to deliver a few rights to his face, Aidan counters by blocking a right and throwing a left. The two men exchange blows in the center of the ring before Aidan gets the upper hand and drives a back elbow into Jones face that sends him into the corner! Aidan stand a few feet out and hits three consecutive spinning back kicks to the stomach of Jones! Aidan pulls the limp man out of the corner and hits the sickening!!! Aidan gets to his feet and climbs the ropes!!] Steve: Just pin him!! [Aidan leaps off hitting a swanton bomb!! Aidan grabs the fallen Jones and brings him up one more time, Aidan hooks him and nails a Satan’s Call!! Aidan covers…] 1… 2… 3!!! Phil:
NO!! Aidan Morag now holds both the Tag Team Championships.
Steve: Yeah, but he doesn't have afriend in thw place to hand the other one to. WINNER: Aidan Morag |
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beats Cowboy Jack Jones to claim possession of both halves of the SFT
World’s Tag Team Championship, and now he gets to name a partner of his
choice. Steve: Good effort from the TV Champion, but it just wasn’t enough in the end. [Aidan puts one tag team belt over each of his shoulders, and carries the World’s Heavyweight Championship belt in his left hand as he goes to leave the ring. Suddenly though, his music cuts off and the arena is plunged into darkness.] Steve: What the hell is this about? [Suddenly, we see words forming on the giant video wall above the entrance stage, in large silver font. As each word forms and then fades away, then next one takes its place:] CLICK…
CLICK… BOOM! [As the final word fades out, a huge pyrotechnic explosion lights the entire entrance stage as the lights in the arena return to normal, leaving Aidan Morag with a confused look on his face as he stares at the entrance stage, waiting for something to happen.] Phil: Aidan, for God’s sake turn around! [Standing behind Aidan in the ring, literally out of nowhere, are the three members of The Future. Gone are the smart suits of earlier, replaced by jeans and sleeveless t-shirts. It seems apparent that these men aren’t here to talk this time around. Aidan slowly turns around out of instinct, only to be sent crashing to the mat by a vicious clothesline from Christian Cage, sending the three Championship belts flying across the ring.] [All three Future members then proceed to batter the World’s Heavyweight Champion with kicks and stomps to his head and midsection before hauling him over towards one of the corners. Dark Wolf then climbs to the top rope as Ace executes a backbreaker, holding the unconscious Champion over his knee while TDW crashes down with a leg drop straight to Morag’s throat.] Phil: Dammit guys, you proved your point, but enough is enough! [Unfortunately for Aidan, The Future don’t seem to agree with Phil Stevens’ assessment as they drag the Champion to where Christian Cage is waiting in the center of the ring. Cage nails Morag with a kick to the gut as TDW lays out the World’s Championship belt near to where Cage is standing. Cage then underhooks Aidan’s arms and bounces his head off of the World’s Title belt with his trademark double underhook piledriver, known as the Event Horizon.] [Aidan is left unconscious on the mat, blood pouring from his forehead as Dark Wolf picks up the SFT World’s Heavyweight Championship belt and raises it above his head while Christian Cage and Ace do the same with the Tag Team Championship belts that Aidan has just won.] Steve: The Future have just sent one hell of a message to Aidan Morag, Reno Destiny, Justin Paige and anyone else who tries to get in their way. Phil: These guys are clearly serious about what they said earlier, and they’ve showed here tonight just exactly what they are capable of by absolutely decimating our World’s Champion. Steve: Aidan Morag is slated to defend that World’s Championship against Amy Jo Smyth on Friday Night Inferno this week, but you have to wonder if he’ll be in any condition to even make it to the ring after what we’ve just seen. Phil: You’ll just have to tune into Inferno on Friday night to see what happens next both with The Future’s Tag Team Title quest and with Aidan Morag’s reign as World’s Champion. |
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Steve: Well, ladies and gentlemen... it's been fun. We've seen a lot of blood, sweat, and tears tonight. Phil: Alas, it's all over. Steve: It's over? I thought there was supposed to be more. Phil: Umm... we had all of our matches and stuff. Steve: Wasn't there something big happening tonight? Phil: Oh, sorry. Short term memory. Shadow's announcement! Steve: Did he forget or some-- [Before he can finish talking, "Sanitarium" by Metallica begins to play and the fans go insane.] Phil: Randy... it's Bryan Statis! Steve: No, stupid. That's Shadow... Phil: What happened to "Wait and Bleed" or "Shoots and Ladders"? [The lights go out and as the songs picks up, Shadow appears on the stage in a cloud of smoke and dim light. Shadow appears before the crowd with a solemn look as the lights go back to normal. The smoke clears and he raises a microphone, signalling for the music to vanish.] Shadow: I have been on top of this mountaint for so many years. I have been calling down my orders and -- very rarely -- I stepped down from the mountaint to handle things personally. With this Civil War, I handled things personally. I got together a large force of supporters whom I called Loyalists. They fought for me and put their careers on the line for me. To all of the Loyalists -- aside from Aidan Morag -- I thank you. You all have a very special place in my heart... which makes this very hard for me to do. [He pauses for a moment, gathering his thoughts.] Shadow: As you know, Connor MacDaddy and Aidan Morag do control fifty percent of Strike Fantasy Towers. Although we have equal share, the odds are still in their favor. The extremes those two men went to gain control of this company made me realize that my days here are numbered. Although my team won, the balance of power was disturbed when they signed the contract to legally bind this company to them. Because of an old friend, I realize I can no longer fight this one alone. Because of an old friend, I was reminded that I am weak and I need to get myself back in shape mentally. Because of an old friend, I resign from active duty as Owner of Strike Fantasy Towers. [There is an uproar of confusion from the fans and announcers.] Steve: Did Shadow just quit?! Phil: I sure as hell hope not... Shadow: Though this company is and always will belong to me and I will always be Owner... I am going to step down and go into the shadows for some time. I have to regroup and recharge for the new year. Steve: He's leaving Connor and Aidan in full control! This is bad! Bad, bad, bad! Phil: Calm down, John! Shadow: Don't think for one second that I am going to just walk away without a temporary replacement. I hired that same old friend to step up and handle day-to-day operations... as well as a new friend. Steve: Two people are taking his place? [The lights go out and a phone rings over the speakers. A man's voice is heard:] "You
have reached the Complex of Superiority." ["Raise Hell" by (hed) P.E. starts to play and gold strobe lights flash with the beat of the song. Gold sparks fall from the top of the StrikeTron. Through the sparks come Nathan Gust and Shawn Walsh. The fans go wild as the lights come back on. They stand on opposite sides of Shadow with smiles on their faces.] Phil: I can't believe my eyes! Shadow is taking a leave of absense... and leaving Gust and Walsh in charge! Steve: Four co-owners? This is interesting. [They shake hands with Shadow as the music continues to play.] Phil: That's all we have time for, ladies and gents. We'll see you on Friday Night Inferno to see how Aidan Morag and Connor MacDaddy react to the recent turn of events! [The show fades to darkness...] |
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Credits Segment
One: Christian Cage |
