Strike Fantasy Towers
Tuesday Night Titans™
with John and Randy
February 12th 2008
Tuesday Night 8:00 pm
[The camera opens to see DVD already standing in the ring. He doesn't have his typical three piece suit on and has a smile on his face. He paces around the ring with a microphone in his hands, and as the fans pipe down he speaks.]
DVD: Well last week I promised a huge announcement coming from the SFT headquarters, and I refuse to disappoint. The SFT is the innovator of new match types and putting on the best show for the fans of the SFT, and come next months PPV we again will recreate history. I guarentee it is something you will not want to miss. Stay tuned because as the weeks pass a little bit of what this will entail will be revealed. Now lets head down to the ring and get this night started.
[At that, Randy and John come out dressed in their finest clothes. They wave to the fans, but get no reaction, as they are only announcers. They walk down the ramp and take their seats at the announce table. Van Dam laughs and he walks backstage.]
Randy: It feels good to be back, doesn't it John?
John: Yes it does, Randy. Tonight will be an incredible night as we are greatfull enough to witness the in-ring return of Dave Van Dam.
John: Yes this will prolly be his what 5th return, but as always he commands respect.
[John nods his head as the cameras go to the backstage area where DVD is walking through the hallways.]
WRITER:DVD
::
Match Number One :: John:
This opeing match sure will bring fireworks. Randy:
It sure does John both men look to set their career down the right path. John:
Well lets stop
are rambling because the match has begun. The Lord Is a Monkey" by Butthole Surfers slowly fades in - a voice comes on and says, "Bow Down Blockheads!" Randy:
What the hell? John:
It hurts. Randyl:
Will you shut
up. WINNER
OF THIS MATCH: New Angelus
!
WRITER: Lion
Nex Angelusversus
Johnny Legend
Standard Match
BAM! BAM! BAM!
Fireworks go off on top of the ramp. "The Lord Is a Monkey" by Butthole Surfers 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, as he stands on top of the ramp.
"Coming down to the ring at this time, (Legend walks down the ramp) weighing in at 250 pounds, hailing from Fire Island, New York... JOHNNY LEGEND!" Amanda Summers says into the mic.
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 as Legend stares at Nex who is already in the ring.
Johnny and Nex circle each other, and then tie up, Nex pushing Johnny off with a shove. Johnny rolls back but gets up hurriedly and rushes at Nex who quickly monkey flips Johnny, whose legs get caught on the rope and he lands on his head. Nex pulls him from the ropes and pins. 1… 2… no! Nex now lifts Johnny and grabs him around the waist, taking him down with a belly-to-belly slam. Nex pins again, the same results come up.
JC: Look at Johnny getting it taken to him!
RW: That’s what happens when you underestimate people.
Johnny fights his way out of being pulled up with a couple of stiff jabs to the jaw then grabs Nex’s arm and goes to whip him but is switched quickly and hit with a huge shoulder toss. As he impacts, Nex runs and hits a huge elbow drop right in Johnny’s sternum, then pins for a quick two count. Johnny is brought up to his feet and whipped into the corner and Nex rushes him. Johnny gets a boot up and Nex baseball slides into his other leg while sliding out of the ring. Johnny falls quickly in the splits formation.
RW: That’ll make anyone cringe!
JC: Flat biscuits… no man likes their biscuits flattened.
Nex gets in the ring and dropkicks Johnny in the face then pinning again. 1… 2… no!!! Johnny kicks out again and Nex gets up, bring him up as well. He then puts him in a powerbomb position but Johnny rolls out, kicks Nex in the gut, and places Nex in a piledriver. Johnny quickly pulls Nex’s body parallel but Nex shifts his weight and gets to his feet, lifts Johnny up in an emerald fusion and drives his mat to the ground. Nex slowly pins. 1… 2… 3…!
RW: The winner is Nex, quickly and efficiently.
JC: I would have given out after the flattening of the biscuits…font>
Match Number Two ::
Twilight versus Jack Jones
Standard Match
[ Senior Referee Walker Lawrence calls for the bell and the match begins. Jack Jones slides into the ring and Twilight starts to stomp on the back of Jack, but Jack then rotates his body and hits a leg sweep, sending Twilight to the mat. Jack jumps back to his feet and picks up Twilight by the hair and brings him to his feet. Jack then hits a German Suplex, sending his to the mat. Jack then runs to the ropes and jumps at the top rope, grabs on to it, and hits a moonsault and connects to Twilight, Referee Lawrence starts a count. ] WINNER
OF THIS MATCH: Jack Jones
WRITER: NATHAN GUST
Lawrence: 1... 2... no!
John: Kick out by Twilight.
Randy: I really though it was over there.
[ Jones gets back to his feet and brings Twilight back to his feet, and whips him to the rope, as Twilight comes back Jones lowers his back, Twilight comes back and stops, knees Jones in the head and hits a hard DDT connecting Jones' head to the mat. Twilight goes for a pin, but doesn't even get a one count. Twilight then walks over to the turnbuckles and climbs off, he launches off trying to hit a Swanton Bomb, but Jones0 moves out of the way and Twilight lands on his back hard. He starts to roll around on the mat holding his back. ]
Randy: That had to hurt.
John: I bet it did.
[Jones gets back to his feet and walks over to the fallen Twilight, Jones starts to stomp on his back. Jones then lifts him up to her feet, Jones winks at him and then knees him in the gut, Jones then whips her to the corner, Jones then runs like a bull to the corner and connects and drives a hard elbow to the gut of Twilight. Twilight then falls to the floor and his head is leaning on the bottom turnbuckle. Jones then backs up a ways back. He then runs at him and hits a brutal knee to the side of Twilight's head. ]
Randy: What a high impact move there by the former World Champion.
John: I'm not sure that Twilight will be able to recover.
[Jones looks at the carnage he has created as he backs off. Twilight looks like he just got done with a bowl. Jones then starts to laugh and walks over to him and brings him back to his feet. He then latcghes on and nails the a plant DDT which flatens Twilight. Jack then ascends the top turnbuckle and the fans go nuts. Jack plays to the crowd and flies off delivers the Out to Graze. He quickly folls with a covers and the ref counts.
1... 2... 3!
Nathan Gust: Great job, Sid.
[He and Sid shake hands before the rookie walks away.]
Adam Payne: Why did he go out there to help me?
Nathan Gust: I just sent Sid Synergy out there to solve a little problem I've been having. You see... I am sick and tired of matches between you - Adam Payne - and both members of the Lotus Pod - Knife and Phantom. 6-0 is a damn good enough record against Knife alone to quit the shit and get on with it.
Adam Payne: What are you talking about?
Nathan Gust: As of right now, I am putting a clause on your contract, on Knife's contract, and on Phantom's contract saying that neither of them can face you in any more matches. I'm tired of watching you beat them all the time.
Adam Payne: Yeah... me too. I gotta go. I think paranoia is setting in.
[Adam sneaks out of the building, paranoid for unknown reasons.]
WRITER: NATHAN GUST
[The scene goes to the parking lot as a black BMW with tinted windows pulls up. As the drivers door open a man wearing black dress pants and a white button down shirt opens the left back door of the vehicle. He reaches his hand out, and his hand is met with the dainty hand of a women. The camera shows the door being shut, and quickly cuts to a commercial break. Once back from break the camera journeys down the long back hall to Owner Anthony Jesus' door as it is slowly being opened showing him on the phone. He looks up and a evil smile moves across his face. Owner Jesus tells the person he is talking to that he will have to call them back, and hangs up the phone.]
Anthony Jesus: Well... I'm so glad that you finally decided to come back home, darling.
[The camera whips around and pans up from the floor. On the way up from her 5" Knotted vamp style black stiletto heels, and moving up slowly viewing her shapely tanned legs. She's wearing a short black shimmering Satin Deep-V neckline halter dress. Her hair is softly curled, and put up in a half twist. She sits and laughs a bit.]
Woman: I know. It's been a long time, but now that I'm back... I'm sure things will pick up around here.
Anthony Jesus: Oh Ms. James they already have!
[The camera then pulls a close up of former Women's Champion, United States Champion, and former fiancé of Sean Lane, Brandi James.]
Brandi James: Look, Anthony... the ass kissing can stop now, hun. I'm back and ready to start kicking some ass.
Anthony Jesus: We all are looking forward to having you back, Brandi.
[Owner Anthony Jesus opens his right desk draws, and pulls out a contract and pen. He places it in front of Brandi James. Brandi pulls her chair closer to the desk and leans in.]
Brandi James: So, this is the big moment. Are the terms exactly what we agreed upon?
Anthony Jesus: Of course they are, Brandi. "The deal is that you are going to start off as a special guest referee for a match To Be Determined." I just wonder woman what it is your up too.
Brandi James: Ha ha ha. Anthony, Wonder Woman wishes she was as good as I am! I'm more talented, more beautiful, more... well more everything! And the best part out of all the feds... it's yours I came back to!
[Brandi takes the contract in her hand and quickly reads it over, then places it down and signs it.]
Anthony Jesus: Great... wonderful... oh... and, Brandi, I'm sorry about you and Sean.
Brandi James: Aww... it's okay. It's not the man in your life that counts. It's the life in your man... and when Sean starts to feel like he needs his public attention, he can be impossible to deal with. Truth is... marriage is a fine institution... but I'm not ready for an institution. And neither is Sean.
Anthony Jesus: Well... since you don't seem upset about it... that's wonderful. And it calls for a definite celebration.
Brandi James: I agree.
Anthony Jesus: Shall we?
Brandi James: Why yes!
[Owner Anthony Jesus opens the door to his office as he and Brandi leave. A limo pulls up and the two get in as we take another commercial break.]
WRITER: BRANDI JAMES
[When we come back from commercials, Nathan Gust is standing in the ring with his wrestling gear on. He picks up a microphone with a smile.]
Nathan Gust: Ladies and gentlemen... my opponent for this evening... back for one night only... CONNOR MACDADDY!
["Born a Broken Man" by Rage Against the Machine plays and the fans boo as former SFT Intercontinental Champion and XCW Hall of Famer Connor MacDaddy walks out onto the stage. He walks down the ring and he slides in. He and Gust shake hands and they back off to their own corners.]
WRITER: NATHAN GUST
::
Match Number Three - MAIN EVENT ::
NATHAN GUST versus
CONNOR MACDADDY
RESPECT MATCH
[The bell rings as the two meet in the center of the ring. They look at each other, lock up, and Connor strengths out of it as he sends Gust into the ropes. Connor goes for a clothesline, but Gust ducks and bounces off the other ropes. Gust goes for a running bulldog, but Connor moves out of the way. Nathan runs at Connor again. Connor throws him up in the air, but Nathan grabs his arm and he flips him over with an armdrag. Connor quickly gets back to his feet and he stares at Nathan in a fighting stance.]
Phil: This is a great match.
Steve: It sure is. It's matches like this that make me miss XCW.
[They go to lock up again, but they stop. They both smile as Gust grabs a microphone.]
Nathan Gust: That is just a small taste of what you will see after Connor signs this very exclusive SFT contract right here!
[He pulls a contract out of his back pocket and he unfolds it. He hands it to Connor along with a pen. Connor reads it over and he goes to sign on the dotted line, but the pen doesn't work.]
Nathan Gust: Oops. No ink. I guess that means you can't come back to SFT. Darn. What are you going to do in such a sad state of mind?
[He hands the microphone to a fake crying Connor MacDaddy.]
Connor MacDaddy: I guess... I'll just have to go back to RWA... where the ink never runs dry.
[The fans boo more at the mention of SFT's rival company, Renegade Wrestling Alliance.]
Connor MacDaddy: What are you getting so mad at? There's nothing wrong with RWA. We've got some of SFT's best of the past and present. We've got Fugitive, X2, Rico Smith, Azurain Shadows, Rumpke, Ace, Amp, Kyle Snow, Angel Eyes, Kris Ryder, and even Nathan Gust. Which reminds me... are you ready for that tag team match we have on Sunday in RWA?
[Nathan laughs as the two leave the ring. They get to the stage and Nathan smacks his forehead. He turns around with the microphone.]
Nathan Gust: I just remembered. I was supposed to keep the RWA plugging to a minimum. Oh well. Good night folks!
[Nathan Gust and Connor MacDaddy, two men who have been friends and foes many times in the past, walk backstage together.]
WINNER OF THIS MATCH: NOBODY!
WRITER: NATHAN GUST
[The cameras go to Phil and Steve at the announcer's table.]
Phil: Thank you for joining is folks, stay tuned for the nex...
Steve: Wait just a minute! What's this?
[The classic anti-authoritarian him-hop anthem "Fuck tha Police" by the World's Most Notorious Group N.W.A. hits the P.A. system like a 45 shell piercing the flesh. The lights dim, as solid streams of blue colored smoke are sent shooting out from the ramp, and an elaborate entrance video highlighting various SFT stars ranging from Mad Dogg to SwitchBlade to Rando Sun being assaulted by Crip. The fans are on there feet, mostly to signal the beer guy, but the rest to boo Crip as he steps through the curtain, microphone in hand. Crip walks to the ring with a look of frustration on his face, but he still walks with purpose, sliding into the ring to address a arena full of people who either don't know him or don't like him.]
Phil: I saw this guy snooping around in the parking lot, I just figured he was a valet or something, I had no idea that he was a professional wrestler.
Steve: I don't know if I'd call him a wrestler, more like a professional hoodlum. Crip, by the way, suffered a loss to Rando Sun last Saturday on Slaughter.
[Crip mutters something under his breath, then brings the microphone to his face.]
Crip: Before the assholes that run this company pull the plug here, I just wanted to clear a few things up. Those of you who saw me compete on Slaughter this past week are probably under the impression that I lost. That "tha gangSTAR" Crip, after all the hype, after all the talk, after all these guarantees, came out and lost his first match back. I'm here to tell yall, don't believe what you saw, believe what you didn't see, and that was my shoulder being up as that prejudice referee, whose probably safe backstage under police protection about now, counted me down to 3. That's right folks, once again, the powers that be screw old Crip like a Tijijuana whore! I don't know why I'm telling any of you, You people were in on it as much as anyone else! I know what your saying, "Crip, I saw that match, and I didn't notice your shoulder being up.". That's a good point indeed, that's why I brought an indisputable visual evidence that my shoulder was off the mat and that my loss should be stricken from the record right along with Rando Sun's attempt to rap. I'm not asking, god damn it, I'm demanding, and I know there's only one person back there with the power to give a brotha what he deserves. Shadow! Get your ass out here... NOW!
Phil: What? He's calling out the boss?
Steve: He's got to be crazy, Shadow could have him killed with the snap of the fingers.
Crip: Come on old man, I aint got all ni...
["Wait and Bleed" by Slipknot kicks in, silencing Crip and earning an applause from the audience. The owner of the SFT, steps through the velvet curtain, with a look of confusion on his face. The music immediately ends, and Shadow wastes no time.]
Shadow: I'm going to tell you one more time... son! You don't run this company. You don't make demands. You don't run a muck on my show. You want a rematch you ask like everyone else, and just for the simple fact that you couldn't, your going to have to earn it. I don't care what evidence you claim to have, you can save that for the next sucker. Now get out off hear before I call security.
Crip: That's just fine old man. All I gotta say, is sooner or later, you'll get what's comin' to you. I'll see you at Inferno.
Phil: Looks like there's a conflict in interests here. This seems to be far from over!
Steve: What a night. See you next time folks.
[With that, the scene fades to black.]
WRITER: CRIP
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