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Post by imback on Dec 3, 2007 17:09:47 GMT -5
Following the tag match, the ring is now empty as the crowd await the next match, the camera pans round the fans as they cheer into the camera and wave there signs around as the camera fades into the commentators.
Wally Wilson: What a match that was!
A-Damn: Yeah it was a good match! But what i can't wait for is Lbm's fifth birthday celebration for FHT!
Suddenly the arena lights go out as the titan tron turns white...A faint heart beat can be heard, each time the heart beat is heard the white screen turns into a shade of red, the heart beat begins to get louder and stronger, each time it gets louder and stronger the red turns into a darker shade of red...Suddenly the heart begins to beat really fast as the screen flickers from red to white even faster....Suddenly the heart stops beating when the screens red and a long beep can be heard, the red begins to drain away like bloody to slowly reveal the words
FHT V
as a voice says
"I'M BACK!!!"
All the red eventually drains off the screen, all we can see is a white background and the letters FHT V, the heart beat, beats once more and as it beats
SIX DAYS flashes across the screen as the arena lights come back on and the titan tron turns back to normal.
Wally Wilson: What was that all about?
Gary King: I don't know wally, but we only have six days to wait.
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Post by Former FHT Employee Daniel Ice on Dec 3, 2007 20:59:25 GMT -5
They Killed ELITE Long Live ELITE Its become a dirty word. To call yourself an ELITE wrestler is to call yourself a second-class citizen. Watch it, watch how the ELITE wrestlers now called themselves part of the merger. Watch them. For you won't be able to watch them much longer.Your Dream Makes Me Sick. This Is Not Utopia. This Is Hell. I'll Make The Pain Go Away I'll End Your Misery Let Me Be Your Angel We Are Too Tainted Now.
Here Me Speak
To Kill One Is To Kill The Other.
I Am Coming The Poison Would End You Anyway, My Love.
And Nothing I'm Going To End It All. Everything.
Will Be The Same Again. Pray. Prey For The Dark Angel.
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Post by Former FHT Employee Daniel Ice on Dec 3, 2007 21:32:42 GMT -5
Gary King:...Wait, I thought Angel was ELITE through-and-through? This sounds like he wants to kill us as much as FHT. A-Damn Hater:As far as I'm aware, Angel regards ELITE now as unpure or tainted by FHT influence. I think he sees that his beloved promotion is now so involved with FHT that the companies have, in effect, become one and trying to save it is futile. Wally Wilson:Well, what the hell is he planning then? If he's already lost the one thing he's trying to save, why bother returning at all? A-Damn Hater:...He's not trying to save it anymore, Wally. He's saying he wants to kill it. Kill everything. Gary King:On that note, we must reveal that backstage we've been trying to contact Angel for weeks now. We've not heard a single bit of news from Angel... Until today. Right before the show began, another tape arrived at our office, just like last week. It was a self-narrated letter by Angel himself, directed to our earlier efforts to contact him. In order to keep you updated completely on the situation, we will air this now. [Again, a black screen. Soon, we hear the familiar vocal chords of the Dark Angel]
"Dear FHT... ELITE. For weeks now, you've allowed my messages to air on your shows, you have tossed my name around your shows as if I was a normal roster member. Let me assure you, that is not the case. I will not be signing your contracts. I will not be receiving a paycheck. As far as you're concerned, I'm not under your employment and the fact you still continue to publish everything I submit on your shows greatly amuses me to the power I hold over your company. I'm not a man to dwell on the past, though. I'm willing to offer a deal. I have seven names here, seven men who I'm particularly interested in hearing from. What do I want? Simple, I want a statement of their current position, I want their honest appraisal, I want to know what each of these men truly think of FHT, of ELITE and of myself. Blind devotion to one of these entities, I remind you, would not be amiss. I'll give each one of them until FHT V to make their intentions known to me and if I find their responses to be... lacking... Well, I'll answer that come the night. Here are the men who I wish to hear from, and I remind them that their decision will not just influence their own futures. They will decide the path this entire company takes. Don't be brave fools. - Trippy P
- LBM
- Blade
- "Sick" Nick
- Keith Williams
- Red Ninja
- The Peep's Champion
You have until FHT V. Let your voices be heard." Wally Wilson:This... This is madness. He can't just demand seven wrestlers of his own choosing answer him. Gary King:He just did, Wally. I think we're in for some interesting answers now...
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Post by Blade on Dec 7, 2007 21:40:38 GMT -5
The camera opens up in a backstage locker room. Blade is sitting on a steal chair, head in his hands. Blade looks up, into the camera.
Blade: Well, here we are again. The prospect of another title match. At FHT V, almost exactly 3 years since my last FHT Undisputed title shot at FHT II. A match I lost. But not of my own effort. I was screwed by one Wally Wilson. I get another chance, very very soon. As you should have guessed by now, my life has turned to hell. I've been screwed left and right over the last few months. But this is where it ends. I will win. And that is not just a claim, it is my fate. And with my victory, not only does my destiny change, but it secures the fate of FHT in general.
Blade pushes to his feet, eyes fixed on the camera.
Blade: You see, FHT is a cancer. A sickening condition, a plague on the wrestling community. And its corruption has spread. ELITE is infected. To kill the plague you destroy it at its source. The Undisputed title is the source. The one who holds the title determines the fate of the entire organism. When I win that belt at FHT V, I can ensure you that FHT will take the first step to destruction. Do not boo or cry FHT, I have not once held loyalty to you. You have given me nothing. You enjoyed MY debut, one of the fastest rising newcomers in FHT history. You loved me. You cheered me. And then I got fucked over. I went from fighting LBM, Trippy P and _The J-Man to beating up an old man like Wally Wilson. I dropped down the ranks faster than a prostitutes thong. I owe nothing to FHT. It was ELITE, and wXw where I made my name. XWE created me, wXw made me, and ELITE excelled me. FHT only held me back. It will, no....it must, be destroyed. Red......Ninja. You will learn. YOU DO NOT...FUCK...WITH THE BEST! AND DANIEL, YOU WANT AN ANS--?
Before Blade can finish, the locker-room door can be heard to open. Blade, anger flushed across his face. looks towards the door, quickly looking away soon after. The camera turns towards the open door to see aman who screams Texas, from his pristine white coat, to a cowboy hat covering his balding head and a belt barely keeping him bulging belly under-wraps. Blade turns to look at the man again with a smug smile of recognition.
Man: Alright boy, me and you, we gotta talk.
Blade: Really? Let me guess, your here to talk about the little Texan Princess?
Man: Your damn right I am. Imagine my surprise when my dearest daughter shows up on my doorstep near a week ago, baby in her arms, a single suitcase full of clothes and tears in her darling eyes. She never told me why, all I knew is you were having troubles. Now, me and you ain't never gotten on. But you treated my daughter right and that I respected you for. Now why don't you tell me what happened?
Blade: Cut the crap Terry. We both know you have never liked or otherwise respected me. I can only imagine how happy you were when she showed up. Your little princess in her Daddy's arms once again. Now why don't you tell me why your really here, Pablo is waiting for you in the pool house.
The man, now identified as Terry Bridget, grabs Blade my the scruff of the neck and stares blankly at him.
Terry Bridget: Listen here boy, whatever you heard ain't true. And I would appreciate it if you kept those blasted rumors to yourself.
Blade: If it wasn't true, why are you getting so aggressive all of a sudden?
Terry Bridget: You limey bastard. If you ev--!?
Before he can finish, Blade breaks out of Terry's grip, with Blade now grabbing Terry by the front of his clothes.
Blade: Listen to me you fat piece of crap. Your walking a very dangerous line. Insult my country, my heritage, one more time and will regret those actions.
Terry Bridget: The British are a cowardly bunch of SOBs
As Terry utters those words, Blade slams Terry back against the wall, now nose to nose.
Blade: 100% BRITISH, 100% BADARSE AND 100% GUNNA KICK YOUR ARSE!
Blade takes a step back before slamming his closed fist hard into the gut of Terry Bridget, dropping him to his knees. Blade walks out of frame for a second, returning with the steal folding chair in hand. Blade swings the chair sideways, face first into Terry, crushing his skull between steel and concrete. Terry falls to the floor, seemingly unconscious. Blade kicks him onto his back and crouches down next to him. Blade reaches into Terry's top pocket and pulls out a fancy looking pen. Blade clicks the pen a view times, leaving the tip out. Blade then begins to stab Terry with the point of the pen, right on the forehead. After a view stabs, visable blood begins to pour from Terry's head. Finally Blade stands again, before kicking Terry back onto his stomach. Blade looks down on the motionless body of his father in law, seemingly gleeful. But something takes Blades notice, by the look on his face. Blade bends down and pulls some documents from the back pocket of his hulking texan. Blade looks at it and smiles.
Blade: Well, your true intentions have now become known. Looks like you get your wish.
Blade, pen still in hand, seems to write on the papers before throwing them on the still motionless body of Terry Bridget. As that happens, Brad Baxter walks through the still open door,supporting himself on awalking stick, one hand on his injured back.
Brad Baxter: Is everything ok? I heard the commot---!?
Blade, before Brad can finishs, storms out of the room, pushing Brad face first into a wall, the distinctive sound of a nose breaking clear to everyones ears. Brad falls to the floor, hand covering his nose. The camera zooms in on the documents, revealing them to be divorce papers. At the bottom, writting in amixture of ink and blood, is Blades signature. The camera focuses on the writing, before cutting to commerical.
~FADE TO BLACK~
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