Max Venom
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Post by Max Venom on May 1, 2011 4:13:59 GMT -5
The bell rings to try and control the rabid crowd as Erik Knight stands in the ring, microphone in hand. He actually gets a small “Knights” chant from the fans before being able to start. Erik Knights: Ladies and gentlemen, the following is a Triple Threat Uprising match! The first wrestler to gain a pinfall or submission over his opponent will be the winner! Introducing first, your special guest referee for this match…BIG DADDY STRIFE IS IN THE HOUSE! Huge reaction for Ash Strife as he comes bursting out from the back, with Disturbed’s “Ten Thousand Fists” playing. His left wrist has a small cast on it, and Strife is wearing his own custom referee’s shirt. He slaps hands with some fans as he comes down to the ring. Erik Knights: From Parts Unknown, weighing in tonight at 425 pounds and standing seven feet, four inches tall, he is “The Crazy Ash Killa” ASH STRRIIIIFFFFFFEEEEE! Ash raises his arms in the air as the cheers continue for the referee of the match. He exchanges a couple of words with Knights before posing on the top turnbuckle. He adjusts the light cast on his left arm, looking more annoyed about it than in pain. Gary King: You just know Ash would’ve loved to be a bigger part of tonight’s show, but with a small injury and his commitments to other promotions, he couldn’t get medical clearance. Still, we’re delighted to have him here with us as the special guest referee. Rachel Beckett: Absolutely, with how biased the staff are towards the Uprising, we need a fair an impartial judge to keep this match going. Ash worked with all three men in the Uprising, he’s as impartial as they come. Gary King: Rachel, you forget Ace firing Ash from his commissioner role. You forget Max Venom disbanding the Uprising while he was still recovering from injury. If I’m Ash, I’ve got some axes to grind here tonight. Rollin’ The Dice Never Thinking Twice A fairly positive reaction for Ace Andrews, although there’s definitely a fair few boos thrown in there. Ace seems unconcerned either way as he walks down the aisle, looking focused. Erik Knights: Introducing the wrestlers, first, from Las Vegas, Nevada, weighing in at 220 pounds and standing six feet, four inches tall, this is ACE ANDDDDDRRRREEEEWWWWWSSSSS. Ace nods towards Ash Strife, who shows no reaction towards his former teammate and boss. Ace starts to warm up, testing the ropes and stretching a bit. Rachel Beckett: How many “legends” of FHT/ELITE have failed to win either one of the World Titles? Ace won both of them in his first year, and then brought the company! No one was more dominant than that man right there! Gary King: And he did such a good job defending them and running the place that we’re commentating on a reunion show more than a year after its death. Ace’s biggest successes are tied in with his biggest failures! Rachel Beckett: If it wasn’t for Ace, the WWE wouldn’t own the company and there wouldn’t be a reunion show at all. You can’t blame Ace for the death of this company one bit in my opinion. Don't Lie To Yourself, It Gave You Pleasure...
OH MY GOD OH MY- The boos and anger rains down in droves as “Demonoid Phenomenon” kicks in and out walks Max Venom, looking the smuggest he’s ever looked. He takes a mocking bow on top of the stage, drawing more hatred and boos from the fans, as he slowly makes his way down the ramp. Erik Knights: Next, billed from Tokyo, Japan, weighing in at 254 pounds and standing six feet, seven inches, he is “Slow Poison”, MAX VENNNNOOOOMMMMMMM. Max gives Ace and Ash a fake little thumbs-up as he enters the ring, surveying the arena that is packed with fans baying for his blood. He casually leans against the corner post, watching them all with that same smile plastered on his face. Gary King: Now here’s the guy you can blame for the death of this company. Max Venom, the Company Killer, struck yet another victim. He has no right being here, this is simply disgusting. Rachel Beckett: Max Venom has more right to be here than a lot of talent who did turn up tonight. Max led the Uprising and with it, gave FHT/ELITE another year of existence. Sure, Max gives, and Max takes away, but it was these veterans fault. They pushed Venom too far, and they paid the price! Gary King: Oh please, like this wasn’t what Max wanted the first day he stepped foot in the FHT Arena. Look at him; he’s proud of what he did. He’s soaking in the hate these fans have for him after killing the FHT/ELITE, and they have every right to! Chimes and gongs start going off as “Hell’s Bells” begins to play. Out from the back steps the behemoth that is Crusher Casey to a mixture of boos and cheers. Casey doesn’t seem to notice or care, his eyes fixed on the ring and the people in it. Erik Knights: Finally, from Boston, Massachusetts, weighing in at 350 pounds and standing seven feet, two inches tall, this is CRUSHER CAASSSEEEEEYYYYYY. Casey steps over the top rope with ease and even from a slight distance, the height and weight advantage is clear. He backs into his corner looking focused and ready. Rachel Beckett: The muscle of the Uprising, Crusher Casey spent a large part of his career underutilised by management. However, in the last year of the company, Casey found new life and new direction with the men in the ring right now. Gary King: That new direction being things like nearly crippling guys such as Lbm and Dark Angel. What the Uprising did was unleash a monster that ran rampant on the roster. I really don’t see how you can praise them endlessly. Rachel Beckett: I understand their struggle, Gary. How many years did I spend “paying my dues” elsewhere while you and A-Damn and Wally dominated the show? With all due respect to the deceased, of course. Ash signals for the bell as Max Venom saunters into the middle of the ring, proudly announcing to the other two men that “I created you!”, which causes Ace and Casey to charge in at Max, to huge cheers from the audience. Max takes a punch from Casey, into a punch from Ace, into a punch from Casey, into another punch from Ace… Into a Casey-Bomb! Ace climbs to the top rope and hits The Joker, his trademark shooting star press! Ace makes the cover… 1… 2… Broken up by Casey! Venom essentially falls out of the ring as Casey and Ace start to trade words. Gary King: Ace may have had Max right there and then, but Casey wasn’t about to let Ace just take the victory. I think that might be the total amount of teamwork we see from these former stable mates for this match. Casey goes for a big swinging punch, but Ace ducks and fires at Casey with some quick rights of his own. Ace runs the ropes and comes at Casey with a flying clothesline, which only rocks the big man. Ace tries again, and gets the same results. Ace goes to the well a third time, but is caught by Casey, who hits an impressive sidewalk slam. Casey right into the cover: 1…2.. Kickout from Ace! Casey grabs Ace by the head and drags him to the corner post, slamming him face-first into the top turnbuckle repeatedly. He then sets Ace up into the corner and heads to the opposite turnbuckle, getting ready to charge. Rachel Beckett: That’s 350 pounds of pure muscle about to charge right at Ace! Crusher Casey looks intent on making this a quick contest. Crusher charges in, looking for the splash, but Ace dodges into the ropes. Ace jumps up on them, kicking Casey in the head and then slides under and drop toeholds Casey into the turnbuckle! Casey staggers back as Ace climbs the turnbuckle and jumps, hitting a tornado DDT from the top rope! Ace makes the cover: 1…2… Casey powers out, sending Ace flying off him. Casey gets to his feet, and goes for a big boot, but Ace ducks, runs at Casey and comes flying in with another clothesline, this one succeeding in knocking the big man down! Gary King: It’s so hard to knock a guy like Casey off his feet, with the size and experience he possesses. Ace really needs to take advantage of this opportunity to do some damage. Ace goes for the large legs of Casey, wrapping them around his own and locking in the Texas Cloverleaf. Casey struggles in pain for a few moments, but starts to pull himself closer and closer to the ropes, grabbing hold of them with his right arm. Ace uses as much of the five count Ash gives him as possible before letting go, and Ash and Ace trade a few words about it. Rachel Beckett: Ace really needs to be careful here, he doesn’t want to get on the wrong side of Ash Strife if he has any intention of winning here tonight. Casey uses the ropes to pull himself up and smashes his shoulder into Ace’s gut when he tries to approach him. Casey pushes Ace away to create space and charges in with a big clothesline. Ace leaps up, pouncing on Casey’s outstretched arm, bringing him down into an armbar. Casey starts reaching for the ropes as Ace desperately tugs on Casey’s arm, trying to wrench it out of place. Casey is in the middle of the ring with nowhere to go, struggling as Ace puts his whole body into this hold. Gary King: Casey can’t get out of this and Ace looks intent on breaking Casey’s arm before he even considers letting go. Slowly, with tremendous strength, Casey starts getting to his feet, but still Ace keeps the hold locked on. Casey drags him over to the corner post and… SMASH. Ace gets swung right into the turnbuckle! And again! And again! Ace is still holding on! Finally, Casey does it one more time and Ace drops off. Casey staggers back, holding his arm in pain. Ace clambers up the ring post, coming flying in… Only to be caught with a huge spinebuster! Rachel Beckett: What a move from Ace and what a counter by Casey! These two men are showing the rest of the roster how to do it! Casey seems fired up again as Ace staggers up into a clothesline, then into a big boot. Ace gets kicked in the stomach and lifted up… CASEY-BOMB! Huge pop for the impactful move! Casey makes the cover… One… Two… Thr- No! Max Venom comes flying over the top rope with a guillotine leg drop right over the head of Casey, breaking the pin! Gary King: Max Venom just stopping the count in the nick of time! I’d forgotten about him, and it seems Casey and Ace did too! Max’s reappearance earns a chorus of boos, but Max now seems all business. There’s some stomps to Casey’s head, before grabbing him and throwing him shoulder-first into the post. Casey clutches his shoulder, already weakened from the armbar earlier. Venom goes to pull Ace up, but Ace breaks out of Venom’s hold, and the two men start trading punches. Ace punches to a cheer, Venom replies to boos. Finally, Venom ducks a punch and goes for a spinkick, which Ace narrowly dodges, only for both men to be taken down by a Casey double clothesline. Rachel Beckett: This is where the match gets dangerous! Three men in the ring, you can’t afford to focus on one man if you want to win. Casey now has the upper hand. Casey goes to pick both men up, but they start fighting back. They get either side of him and sweep his legs for a double Russian leg sweep! Ace and Max look at each other over the prone body of Casey, and then both nod. Casey is trying to get back up as Max and Ace run opposite sides of the ropes and come crashing in with a dropkick on both sides of Casey’s head! Max kneels before Ace, who leaps off him to perform a shooting star press on Casey and covers… 1… 2.. Max pulls Ace off before the three! Gary King: Ace and Max are former tag team champions together and we got a reminder of that just there, but Max also got a reminder that this match is every man for himself. Max and Ace get nose-to-nose, arguing loudly about what just happened. Max pushes Ace away, who comes charging in… only for Max to duck and pull the ropes down! Ace hangs on and skins the cat to get back in. Ace knees Max low and goes for a suplex, but Max flips over and lands on his feet, going for a chokehold from behind. Ash starts a five count, but Ace gets out by flipping Max over. They both go for a grapple, unmoving as they vie for dominance. Max snap-suplexes Ace, but Ace is right back up with his own in reply. Both men then go for a clothesline and as they get slowly back to their feet, they’re met with applause. Rachel Beckett: I don’t believe it! That sequence of moves, it’s the exact same sequence Max and Ace traded in their first appearances against each other during the Wrestling Apprentice! What a nostalgia rush! Both Max and Ace seem a little stunned by what just transpired, but have no time to reflect as Casey is back up. Casey goes for Max first, sending him flying into the corner, before irish-whipping Ace into him. He then charges at both men, squashing them into the turnbuckle. Casey reaches towards Max, but Max pokes the eye of Casey and pulls himself onto the turnbuckle. Ace is right there, climbing up to the second rope and then the third, both men trading blows on top. Ace gets the better of it and looks to superplex Max off the top… When Casey comes in from beneath Ace with the powerbomb! Gary King: It’s the Tower of Doom! Ace superplexes Max while Casey powerbombs Ace! This could be it! Casey goes straight for the cover on Ace…1… 2… Kickout! Casey looks shocked for a moment but goes right for Max… 1… 2… Kickout! Casey pounds the mat in frustration and gets in the face of Ash, demanding a quicker count. Ash is right back in Casey’s face as the former tag partners trade words. Suddenly, Ace rolls up Casey! 1…2… Kickout! Casey looks livid he was nearly pinned right there! Rachel Beckett: Casey just gets stronger and more powerful when he’s angry, but he can’t be turning that on Ash Strife! He’ll do himself no favours getting in the face of the referee. Casey goes towards Venom, who sweeps the legs and brings Casey down throat-first on the middle rope. Ace comes running in, bringing his legs down on Casey. Max then shakes the rope, forcing Casey back, who rolls into the middle of the ring, where he is met by Max and Ace sandwiching his head with two stiff kicks! Both men help lift Casey over the rope and onto the ring apron. Max holds Casey in place as Ace runs up and dropkicks Casey to the outside. Gary King: Seems to me Max and Ace’s game plan is to take out the big man, Crusher Casey, and find out who is better between the two of them. While I don’t like it morally, it’s a sound strategy. Max lifts himself over the top rope and comes down on Casey, who was just starting to get up. Attention turns to Ace, standing in the ring, as the fans start to show support of what’s about to happen… Ace runs towards the ropes, jumps onto the top one, turns himself and comes flying down on Casey and Max with a huge moonsault! The fans show their appreciation for an amazing athletic move. Rachel Beckett: Ace Andrews risking it all, as he loves to do, and once again coming up with the best possible result. What a match this is turning into. The fans agree, starting a “This is awesome” chant. Ace grabs hold of Casey and slams him shoulder-first into the steel steps. Casey lets out a howl of agony as his weakened shoulder takes another harsh blow. Ace rolls Max back into the ring and gets onto the apron ready to enter, but is instead grabbed and suplexed in. Max hits some sharp kicks to the back and stomach of Ace, as Andrews tries to find a way to defend himself, retreating into the corner. Gary King: Casey might be out of commission, which gives Ace and Max time to try and beat each other. This could be the best chance for Venom or Andrews to pull out the victory. Venom rears back and goes for a flying knee, but Ace dodges and Venom goes knee-first into the turnbuckle. Ace flips himself back up top and comes off with a diving bulldog, driving Venom’s face into the canvas. Ace with the cover… 1… 2… Kickout from Max, who rolls over and tries to lock in a Boston crab, only for Ace to reach the ropes before Venom can apply it. Venom still puts the hold on for as much as the five count as possible before letting go, Ash physically pulling Venom off Ace. Venom gives Ash a little grin before stomping away on Ace’s back. Rachel Beckett: You can see Max is starting to build some momentum here. Call it arrogance, call it cockiness, personally I call it confidence, but Max seems to have found his way back into a match he started taking two finishers. Venom seems to have a clear target in mind as he starts to work the midsection of Ace, hitting kick after kick on Ace’s ribs, who rolls out of the ring to make some space. Max throws himself over the ropes… Into the waiting arms of Crusher Casey! Casey seems to be going for some sort of powerslam, but his shoulder seems to give, and Max counters into a DDT. This has given Ace enough time though to come right back at Max, aiming a dropkick right at his knee. Ace jumps on the fallen Venom, throwing down rights and lefts as the crowd roar their approval. Gary King: Ace is just letting Max have it! The crowd might not be totally behind Ace, but they love to see Max Venom get his comeuppance. Max is rolled into the ring by Ace, who gets on the ring apron. Casey tries to pull Ace off, but Ace nimbly jumps over Casey’s arms and hits a swift kick on that injured shoulder. Ace comes flying into the ring, but misses dropping a knee on Max’s face, who charges at Ace with a clothesline. Ace rolls out of the way and Max goes towards Ace… Only to be pulled head-first down into the knees of Andrews! Venom goes flying back, clearly in pain, and as Ace grabs him by the head, there’s clearly some blood coming from the forehead of Venom. Rachel Beckett: Blood, we got blood! Ace Andrews has busted open Max Venom with that move, and that’s just so hard to watch. They’re former tag team champions, King! Best friends and they’re doing that to each other! Max is clearly backing off from Ace, but Ace is bringing the attack with everything he’s got. Ace positions Max on the turnbuckle and looks for the superplex, but Max is battling back with shots to the gut of Andrews. Ace clearly can’t take too many of those and goes flying back and Venom comes off the turnbuckle with a double foot stomp right in the stomach of Ace Andrews! Max goes for a quick pin… 1… 2… Kickout by Ace! Max is up immediately though and measuring Ace for his next move. Gary King: We’ve seen this pose from Max before, sizing his opponent up before delivering the Lethal Injection, a devastating move that few men have ever kicked out of. Max used it to beat Ace in their first official match against each other; he clearly fancies it here too. Ace stumbles up, and Max lifts him right onto his shoulders, that smug grin causing the arena to radiate anger at the Company Killer. Casey charges into the ring with a huge clothesline, but Max ducks while holding onto Ace and turns around… Only for Casey to grab him and lift him into the air, Andrews still on Max’s back! The crowd gasp in amazement… CASEY-BOMB! CASEY-BOMB TO MAX VENOM! Ace is also driven to the mat, Samoan drop style as the audience just start applauding a huge power move. Rachel Beckett: Did you see that?! Crusher Casey put all his strength and lifted both Venom and Ace up in that unique combination! All three men are down, but this looks like Crusher Casey’s win! The move clearly took a lot out of Casey, who collapsed to the ground, clutching his shoulder. Finally, he moves to cover Max Venom…. 1… 2… Kickout! Casey is immediately onto Ace Andrews… 1… 2… Kickout! Both men kicked out barely! Crusher Casey is furious, grabbing Ace and tossing him out of the ring and stalking Max Venom, who seems completely out of it. Casey sinks into the corner, adjusting his arm to try and work through the pain. Gary King: I think Casey is eyeing Max up for a huge spear that’d certainly win the match for him, but you’ve got to wonder about that shoulder. It just won’t survive too many more hits on it. Casey storms out of the corner at Max, but Max either dodges or just collapses and Casey narrowly avoids flying into the corner post. Casey comes back at Venom who kicks right between the legs of Casey, with Ash missing it, out of position checking on Ace. Noticing this, Max goes completely dirty, eye poke followed by raking the chest and another low blow for good measure as Max finally gets away from the monster. Rachel Beckett: Desperation tactics from Max Venom, to be certain, but when you’re bloodied and facing a monster like Casey; you do what you need to do to survive. Max using his smarts there and taking advantage of Ash’s lack of experience as a referee. Max rolls out of the ring, but a furious Casey gives chase. Max is casually tossed over the announcer desk, pulled back up, thrown into the guard rail and walks right into a big boot. Casey roars out loud and the crowd are behind him as he really starts to kick Venom’s ass around this arena. Ace is back in the ring, watching what’s going on. Casey tries to drop Max onto the barricade, but his shoulder gives out again and he drops Max, who is now crawling backwards away from Casey, just trying to create some distance. Gary King: Look at that, when Max has the microphone he’s the loudest, smuggest, most arrogant wrestler on the face of the Earth, but here, he’s a coward. Max finally answering for his crimes against this promotion at the hands of Crusher Casey! Max uses the guard rail to pull himself up and dodges a Casey swing aimed for his head. He kicks Casey in the gut, and then hits a kneelift on the shoulder of Casey, when suddenly Ace runs the ropes and comes flying over at both men… Who dodge out of the way! Ace flies and crashes right into the guard rail with a sick thud and an accompanying groan from the audience as he looks impaled by it before falling off into the ringside area, clutching his gut in agony. Rachel Beckett: No! That’s just horrid, you don’t see that. You don’t ever see that because that’s the kind of thing that ends careers! Ace Andrews flew into the guard rail and paid the price, and he can’t compete. Not after that. Surely not. Medics come charging down the ramp as Casey and Max exchange blows on the outside. Max leaps off the steps outside, but Casey is waiting and catches Max, driving him spine-first into the ring post, before throwing him inside. Medics are trying to help Ace out, who is refusing to go, before vomiting blood on the outside. Gary King: It’s not a question of if Ace has internal bleeding; it’s a question of how bad is it. I admire his desire to stay out here, but that’s a real serious sign. He can’t continue. Max and Casey now get to duke it out for the pin here. Casey is dominating Max, who is only getting in the odd shot. Casey whips Max across the ring, aiming for a big boot that Max ducks. He then tries the swinging clothesline but Max avoids that too. Getting frustrated, he goes for the boot again… But Max catches the foot! He pulls Casey in and up onto his shoulders! Rachel Beckett: Casey is up! If Casey can’t get out of this, its over, because Max Venom is looking for the Lethal Injection, and at this stage, Casey isn’t getting out of it! Max seems to struggle with the weight a little, but stabilises. Casey grabs the top rope with his right hand, desperately trying to hold on, but once again that shoulder is clearly causing him problems, and Max pulls and pulls. Finally, Casey lets go… And there’s the flip… LETHAL INJECTION TO CRUSHER CASEY! Max into the pin! 1… 2… Kickout! Crusher Casey kicked out of the Lethal Injection and the crowd roar back to life! Gary King: Casey kicked out! Casey kicked out! I don’t know how, but Casey has stayed alive here! That should’ve done it! I thought it was over. These fans thought it was over. And by the looks of it, Max Venom thought it was over too. All arrogance is gone from the face of Max Venom as his bloodied face shows shock followed by outrage. He pounds the mat three times next to Casey, who has barely moved since that kickout, screaming “THAT… WAS… THREE!”. He grabs Ash Strife by the referee’s shirt and the crowd immediately start an Ash chant as Max is getting right in the face of the guest referee. Rachel Beckett: Max has just lost it! He clearly thought that should’ve been three and that he got slow counted by Ash! I don’t think Ash did though; Max really needs to get his focus back here before it’s too late! Ace has broken free from the medics and clambered up the turnbuckle to the approval of the crowd. Ace comes flying off… The Joker! Ace’s Shooting Star Press, right to Crusher Casey! Ash pushes Venom off him to count the pin as Ace clutches his stomach in agony with a hand across Casey… 1… 2… Max Venom at the last possible moment pulls Ace off Casey by the leg! Gary King: My God, once again as close as it can get. Last minute save by Venom, otherwise this match would be Ace’s right now! Max continues to hold onto the leg, and applies a variation of the Texas Cloverleaf before stretching over and pulling back on Ace’s head… Deadly Infection! Max’s submission hold is locked in and he’s pulling right at Ace’s severely injured midsection! Ace screams out in pain as the bloodied, psychotic face of Max Venom has that deeply unsettling grin back on. Rachel Beckett: Ace can’t hold out! He was vomiting blood earlier, now his gut is being ripped apart by Max Venom, who just won’t stop. He enjoys this, he loves this! Ace starts to pull Max slowly across the ring, but oddly he’s not going to the ropes… He’s going for the prone body of Crusher Casey! Ace drapes an arm over Casey and Ash counts! 1… 2… Max just about pulls Ace off. But Ace goes for it again: 1… 2… Max again gets Ace off in the nick of time. Ace is fighting and struggling and gasping for air. Gary King: Ace’s will to win is so amazing, he must be in agonizing pain but he still wants to win! But what now, can he escape, will Casey get up in time to break the hold, or is this Max Venom’s for the taking? Ace struggles valiantly, trying to roll Venom over, but Venom is gritting his teeth and putting everything he has into this hold. Ace now can’t cover Casey, but he’s desperately grabbing at him, smacking him, anything to get the big guy back to his senses. Ace slaps Casey, who stirs… Max wrenches back on the hold… And Ace screams and pounds the mat in submission! Ace taps! Max basically falls out of the hold, exhausted as the fans start to boo. Rachel Beckett: Ace gave up! He fought and struggled and did everything he could to win, but in the end, his injuries were just too much and Max Venom just barely takes the win in this highly competitive contest. Gary King: Absolutely, all three men had their chances to win, Crusher Casey and Ace Andrews gave Max Venom the fight of his life, but that damn Company Killer just about took it. What a match though. Fantastic effort. Max stumbles to his feet, blood dripping off his face and now starting to cover his chest. He raises an arm up but the effort of that alone nearly takes him down. Max is on his knees, smiling as Casey crawls into the corner and Ace clutches the bottom rope, as the booing subsides for a round of applause after a great match. Erik Knights: Here is your winner, by submission, MAX VENNNOOOMMMMMM! The boos are back as Max just smiles and encourages the hate. He then gets into Ash’s face, demanding his hand raised. Ash reluctantly does so to more boos, but then wipes his hand on the floor. Max demands an explanation for this apparent lack of respect but the fans know what’s coming… BULL CHARGE TO MAX VENOM! Max flips in the air and comes down hard, clearly out as the fans cheer once again. Rachel Beckett: That’s uncalled for! Ash Strife taking out the winner of this match! He’s trying to steal Max Venom’s spotlight! Gary King: Oh shut up! Max Venom has had that coming for about two years now! Thank God. And now look at what Ash is doing, if this isn’t actual respect, I don’t know what is. Ash has pulled both Casey and Ace to their feet, and raises both men’s hands into the air, to a massive amount of cheers and applause from the fans. The former Uprising members stand over their bloodied leader proudly as Ash shakes both men’s hands, saying “Damn good match”. Casey and Ace then proceed to shake hands as another “FHT! ELITE!” chant goes up. Rachel Beckett: It’s almost so complete. Maybe one day they’ll come back. Maybe one day we’ll have the Uprising again. Gary King: Absolutely not. And that means no more Rachel Beckett ever, either. But I’d love to see Ace Andrews, Crusher Casey and Ash Strife wrestle again sometime. Maybe even Max Venom. But we’ve got so much still to come. FHT/ELITE One More Show keeps rolling onwards!
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Post by Former FHT Employee Daniel Ice on May 2, 2011 16:22:00 GMT -5
[Ace, Ash and Casey have left the ring area to cheers, leaving a bloodied Max Venom to crawl onto his feet. Max uses the ropes to pull himself up and wipes the blood out of his eyes, before surveying the fans with disgust. He calls for a microphone, but just as he gets one, he is interrupted by some bells]Dong...
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Dong... Gary King:Dark Angel! Dark Angel is here! The fans are going crazy for the Bringer of Unearthly Destruction! And he's coming out to face his old enemy, Max Venom! Rachel Beckett:This is just the kind of cowardice I'd expect from a man like Dark Angel! Max is beaten and bloodied after winning a hell of a match, and in comes Dark Angel to take advantage. [Dark Angel strides out on the ring ramp, microphone already in hand as he stares down at Max Venom. Venom, to his credit, sneers at him through the blood and beckons Angel into the ring. Angel and Venom get face to face as the fans cheer some more, remembering the wars between these two men]Dark Angel:Put your guard down, Max, I'm only here to talk. If I wanted to beat you up, I would've done it before your match, not after. There's no sport taking on a man in your state. Max Venom:Do you think I'm stupid, Angel? I put you through the Glass Ceiling Cage! I made your life a physical and mental hell with my Uprising! I stole your precious Global Honored Crown, your life's work, your biggest achievement in this company! And on this day, on the last day of FHT/ELITE, the day you more than anyone made possible, I came out first thing and crapped all over this promotion, these fans and this show! And it hasn't recovered since! I did it, Angel, I put the final nail in the coffin of FHT/ELITE! I know you're going to beat me up, who wouldn't, but it doesn't matter. Whatever you do tonight, doesn't matter. I won. Tomorrow, FHT/ELITE is dead, tomorrow you stop being Dark Angel and become Daniel Ice, retired wrestler now trying to sell his book and just another ordinary face in the crowd. Anything you do to me is completely insignificant. [The fans are booing Max Venom hard as Angel ponders everything Slow Poison just said. Venom poses with his arms out, almost messiah-like, basically begging Angel to hit him]Dark Angel:You don't learn, do you Max? See, I was watching that match, possibly the best damn match you've been a part of in your whole career, and I was thinking. All that stuff you said over the past years, all that stuff about being the Company Killer and the Leader of the Uprising... Why? It doesn't make any sense why a Company Killer, a guy who seems to actively hate this place would go out and wrestle the best match of the show, or cut the best promo or basically save a group of talents who were overlooked and out-of-focus. Those aren't the actions of someone trying to kill a wrestling company. Those are the actions of someone trying to save it. See, so long ago I told you that you shouldn't bother doing what you were doing. You couldn't kill FHT/ELITE. You know what? I was wrong. You carried on and you produced some of the best stuff this promotion ever saw. But you were wrong too. You never killed FHT/ELITE. Max Venom:What, you going to get all technical on me? FHT/ELITE was killed when I- Dark Angel:No! You never killed FHT/ELITE because FHT/ELITE will never die! Over a year of waiting and nothing but small YouTube clips of people fighting for a dead title, these people still remembered. A small-time company that broke off from the WWE, broke off from itself and ultimately reunited... The journey, the sacrifice, the moments, the magic. You can't kill that, Max Venom, you can't stop these people chanting "FHT! ELITE!" for the rest of time. The wrestlers, whether they're actually here tonight or not, when they even heard the slightest glimmer about an FHT/ELITE reunion show, they all rushed down to be a part of it. And you know who was a part of that rush? You know who was the first man to submit his match, the first man to get publicity online about it, the first man to actually support this idea? It was you, Max, it was you. You can bullshit me about your supposed ulterior motives, your master plans about stealing the spotlight or ruining the show, but Max... These fans, just like they never forgot FHT/ELITE, they will never forget you. They will never forget any of us. You were a part of something truly special, a big part. You were the guy during that final year when so many others seem to just give up that kept it going. Who sometimes carried shows single-handely. Just like all of us, you love this promotion, deep down somewhere in your black heart. You basically admitted this yourself. I don't know if you actually understand that, if you want that, but Max... Thank you. Once again, Max Venom stole the damn show, and once again Max Venom added to the history and legend of FHT/ELITE. [Angel actually applauds Max who looks really taken aback. Angel offers out a hand to Venom who looks at it with distrust as the fans actually will on Max to shake it... But Max rolls out of the ring, looking confused. Angel smiles]Dark Angel:I knew you wouldn't. But I can tell I've give you something to really think about. [Max heads to the back, still looking shocked and puzzled by what just transpired. The fans are now chanting for Angel, who continues to smile warmly in the ring]Dark Angel:Now, I know a few of you might be disappointed with some faces not showing up. Don't worry, I'm here, which usually counts for a minor miracle in itself. And I refuse to let this show, our show go down without a fight. See, I know Drew Menace got stuck in some traffic somewhere and is very unlikely to make it here tonight. I know Blade is knocking back drinks in the Wally Wilson Memorial Bar and will likely not be in a state to perform... Although honestly he wrestles better when he's drunk. And I know somewhere, "Sick" Nick, the true hardcore legend, is sitting in the back, begging for someone to take him on. And you know what? We've never had a Dark Angel vs. "Sick" Nick match, have we? [Massive reaction from the fans who absolutely love where this is going! A big "We want Nick" chant goes up from the crowd, which Angel nods his head along to]Dark Angel:So do I! See, I know Nick has been proudly defending that belt 24/7, and I've been fighting him for it on occasion. So that's my challenge to Nick. Come out, we'll wrestle for, say, a thirty minute time limit for the belt, the last one to come out with the pin is the last holder of the title. Now, its no DQ, obviously, and the belt is under 24/7 rules so anyone could come out, and I mean anyone, and try to win this thing. And I welcome it! But right now, I don't want to see Blade, I don't want to see Max Venom, I don't want to see Lbm... I want to see the Hardcore Legend, the man who embodies FHT/ELITE, the man who behind the scenes made sure this place kept running for so long and a man who I have never wrestled but want to so, so much... I want "Sick" Nick to come out here, and me and him will show everyone how it is done! If I just have to beat him, or if I have to beat every goddamn man who has wrestled for this promotion, so be it, but tonight, Dark Angel, the man who went so long without a title, will be leaving the final show with gold around his waist! [Duelling chants of "Angel!" "Nick!" are already starting as the fans build to a fever pitch regarding this last-minute addition to the card! Angel gets to his knees]Dark Angel:Do you need me to beg, Nick? Do you need me to pray? I'm ready when you are!
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Post by "Sick" Nick™ on May 2, 2011 18:50:43 GMT -5
We cut to a cameraman running down the hallway with Robert "Stack Man" Stackowitz leading the way. Stack pushes a door open and the cameraman follows him up to the roof. Sitting on the edge of the arena roof is "Sick" Nick.
Robert "Stack Man" Stackowitz: Nick... Nick. Did you hear that Dark Angel just challenged you to a match?
Nick sits there in the dark, petting an object, only being lit by the moon.
Robert "Stack Man" Stackowitz: Nick...?
"Sick" Nick: I heard you.
Nick continues to pet this object.
"Sick" Nick: So Blade spends months twitting me.
Robert "Stack Man" Stackowitz: Tweeting.
"Sick" Nick: Whatever. He spends months TWEETING me... Mocking my Hardcoreness. And now it comes time to pay the piper, and where is he? Word has it, he is face down in a bowl of assorted nuts in Wally's bar! Nice. I've faced Blade before. Part of El Museo's FOCOS series, which highlights groundbreaking, mature, yet under-recognized Caribbean, Latino and Latin American artists... Caribbean, Latino and Latin American... Caribbean, Latino and Latin American . . . FUCK YOU BILLY ! ! !
Nick jumps up and is now standing on the edge of the roof. Stack goes to stop Nick from jumping, but hesitates.
"Sick" Nick: For the last eight months I have been dealing with snot nose little brats pissing all over the great [In a Mocking voice] Caribbean, Latino and Latin American Art [/End Mocking voice]. [Whispers.] I hate that damn phrase. [/End Whisper] Blade, I was going to take out all my frustrations on you... But instead, it looks like I have to go all Captain Cave Man on Angel's ass.
Nick lights up the object to reveal the dinosaur bone from the museum... AND IT'S WRAPPED IN BARBWIRE ! ! ! Nick takes the flaming, barbwire wrapped dinosaur bone with him as he heads to the ring. Wearing the FHT Hardcore Championship, Nick leads Stackowitz and the cameraman off the roof.
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Post by Former FHT Employee Daniel Ice on May 4, 2011 14:07:26 GMT -5
["Down With The Sickness" hits to a massive pop as Dark Angel immediately throws up his fists, looking ready. Out strides "Sick" Nick, barbed wire dinosaur bone in hand and FHT Hardcore Title around his waist. Nick points the bone at Angel as he approaches the ring... And Angel leaps right over the rope and jumps at Nick, taking the Hardcore Legend off guard!]
Gary King: Wily move from Angel right there! Throwing Nick right off and getting that dinosaur bone from his hands.
A-Damn Hater: Very impressive, sure, but Angel is out of his league in this kind of match. Nick is a FHT legend, the guy who truly invented what it means to be hardcore. Angel, with all the respect in the world, is an ELITE wrestler. He had to get hardcore once or twice, sure, but not like Nick. The difference is night and day.
[Angel is pummeling Nick with blows and heads under the apron for something to use, pulling out a table. Angel grabs Nick by the throat, trying to lift him up, but Nick counters, spinning Angel around in a DDT... RIGHT INTO THE GUARD RAIL! The fans nearly spill right out into the ringside area as Angel and Nick are down, Nick clutching his ribs and Angel covering his head. Nick rolls over to his barbed wire bone picking it up and lifting it into the air to the roar of the fans. He swings it down on Angel with a mighty thud and fabric rips and tears as he pulls it back up, caught on the wire]
A-Damn Hater: I'm telling you, Angel has bit off more than he can chew right here. "Sick" Nick has been spending so long living an ordinary life, and a man like Nick just can't do that. Its not in his blood. He needs the violence and the pain, he needs this more than anyone in this arena could ever understand.
Gary King: I don't doubt that at all, but don't think for a second Dark Angel will just lie down and let Nick walk all over him here. We've seen Angel do some barbaric stuff himself, and he's not going to want to be embarrassed on the last FHT/ELITE show.
[Nick brings the bone towards Angel's head, looking to scrape his forehead, but Angel brings his hands up, clutching at the barbed wire. His fingers bleeding, Angel grits his teeth and slowly rises to his feet, pushing the barbed wire away, as Nick looks shocked. Finally, with a huge shove, he sends Nick flying into the entrance ramp hard. Angel tries to shake the blood off his fingers as he goes back on the attack, grabbing Nick by his neck and just tossing him further and further up the ramp. Multiple referees have come out to follow the proceedings and have basically encircled the two wrestlers]
Gary King: Multiple referees around to monitor the chaos bound to ensue. This is obviously a no-DQ match and the title is under 24/7 rules, so anyone could just come in and start vying for that belt.
A-Damn Hater: That's what really fascinates me! Nick and Angel might beat the hell out of each other for twenty-nine minutes and then someone could pop in and basically steal it! Or someone could enter right now and join the mayhem! This is what FHT was all about!
[Nick aims a few kicks to Angel's knee to slow him down and uses a referee to pull himself up, before throwing him into the path of Angel. Nick gets up to the entrance way and springboards off a set piece onto Angel... Who catches him and tosses him backwards... RIGHT OFF THE STAGE! Nick crashes and burns into a box containing a lot of wires and electrical equipment as the crowd groan in sympathy. Angel is struggling to find a good way down to Nick, finally basically clambering down the side and back up to the FHT Hardcore Champion. Angel makes the cover! 1... 2... Nick kicks out!]
A-Damn Hater: A stage, Angel? You think you can beat Nick by tossing him off a stage? Try a building, Nick takes plunges like that as a warm-up!
Gary King: We've seen Nick do some crazy stuff over the years, and been on the receiving end up potentially career-ending beatings, but tonight he just has to survive. Thirty minutes and Nick can cement his place in history as the last FHT Hardcore Champion.
[Angel goes to grab Nick, but Nick has a power cable and shocks Angel! Angel goes flying back and Nick takes another cable around the neck of Dark Angel, choking him out with it. Angel slowly drags Nick by the cable to the edge of the box... And rolls down onto the floor below. Nick tries to hold on, but ends up going over with Angel, the fall causing the hold to break. Both men are up, and exchanging blows once again, getting closer and closer to a curtain backstage, before finally heading through]
Gary King: We need cameramen following this action! Dark Angel vs. "Sick" Nick has spilled into the FHT Arena itself, and there's still so much more these men can do to each other!
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Post by Austin on May 9, 2011 19:21:54 GMT -5
We cut to A-Damn Hater and Gary King at the announce table. Gary King opens his mouth, and as he does "Glass Shatters" by Disturbed hits.
A-Damn: Oh boy....This is gonna get interesting!
Gary King: Please tell me this isn't Gordon playing with us.
Stone Cold Steve Austin starts walking down the entrance ramp, sporting the new "FHT/ELITE 3:16" shirt, that says "I Still Remember" on the back of it. He enters the ring and poses on all four corners. He grabs a mic.
SCSA: First off, let me say what an honor it is to be back in this ring, with these guys, and in front of you fans again.
Crowd pops.
SCSA: And...I'd like to thank the fans, for wanting this. Tonight, you've seen many men go to war in this ring, and you still got one more match to see. Tonight, is different than any other card we've ever done. Tonight, is about showing the world, that FHT/ELITE still has the best workers, the best fans, and the best matches. Tonight, is about thanking our fans, for standing by us, all these years. The years ain't always been easy, but they damn sure have been fun. I've got so many memories of this place, of the guys, it's enough to fill a whole 'nother lifetime. I still remember doing battle with The Joker. Call him the j-man all you want, he's always gonna be that weasely makeup wearing bastard known as the Joker to me. I still remember LBM and every bit of controversial material he brought to the table, plus he has one up on me, he beat Hogan. Even though I out-retired him...I think.... Let me tell you something about LBM folks, he's misguided as hell sometimes, but his heart's always in the right place, and I know he loves this place probably more than anyone. I still remember seeing "Sick" Nick for the first time, and thinking he was probably the craziest guy I ever saw in the ring. He still is to be honest. I still remember facing Keith Williams, when he was Shadowwalker, in an I Quit Match. I also vaguely remember beating him for the World Title. I'm sure he doesn't wanna remember that though. I still remember lil Davy Hughes proving everyone wrong, and facing giants twice his size and holding his own. I still remember Venom leaving me holding the bag and being a General Manager long before I wanted to. You still owe me a match you sumbitch. I still remember Chase Stapleton and all of his alter-egoes, not including the ultimate jobber. I wonder how much he paid them damn look a-likes. I remember Trippy P, and his never say die attitude, even if he's a damn Eagles fan. Mike Vick can kiss my ass. I still remember Satan before he had his lips attached to Vince McMahon's ass, back when he was a monster who could brawl and who could fly. Now he's just another suit wearing jackass who has diarrhea of the mouth. I still remember my last match with Max Venom, who's one of the best I've ever been in, and who's a great ring general, even if he's hell bent on being a poison, he's got the potential to be the best ever. Now that brings me to the last few things I want to talk about, and I'll stop boring ya guys.
Crowd boos.
SCSA: The memories have been great. There's been more blood, sweat, and tears spilled in this ring than when Chase finally lost his virginity. The memories...I'll hold them with me forever, cause at the end of the day, I can lose my money...I can lose all the material possessions I own....and when I wake up in the morning, the aches and pains are at times unbearable....but the memories....no one, or nothing can ever take those way, and they make the pain....the sacrifices....the rough times....the tough times...they make it all worth it. Now, if there's one thing I'm disappointed about....it's the fact that I'm in here, wearing street clothes, and not out here beating someone's ass....I'm looking at you right now Gordon...I have this desire...this urge....this unstoppable feeling....to create more memories. To get back out here...in this ring...in front of you people...and do battle in this greatest gladiatorial arena known to man...The FHT/ELITE arena. If....hell, I'll say it. WHEN there's another show, I'm issuing an open challenge to anyone in that locker room, to get in here and let's beat the hell outta each other for these fans. But I gotta warn you, I may be old, borderline crippled, and not the young lion....wait a second, I was never a young lion in the place...you get in this ring, you'll get what you expect, and more. One thing you can be sure of when you see a tired old man, is that he's a survivor. And Gordon, I know you're watching, so this is for you.
Austin gives the camera the middle finger.
SCSA: And this is for the rest of you guys back there, and the fans out here. Enjoy the show. And that's the bottom line cause Stone Cold Says So!
Austin salutes the crowd and the entrance ramp with a Budweiser, as the camera fades....
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Post by Absolute Horror on May 14, 2011 20:05:49 GMT -5
CHAMPION VS CHAMPION WINNER TAKES ALL
Keith Williams -vs- NIN Horror The fans erupt in cheers as “Alcohol and Ass” hits the speakers. Keith Williams emerges from the curtains to thunderous applause, clad in black shades, a black cowboy hat, and a black leather duster jacket. He has a Bud in hand, and the FHT Undisputed Championship belt around his waist. Keith looks around at the cheering fans, and then takes a swig of beer. Keith holds out the bottle, and then pours one out on the stage for the dearly departed Wally Wilson. The fans pop as Keith starts walking down the ramp. He points to fans wearing his t-shirts, and tips his hat to some fine ladies in the front row. The man formerly known as Shadowwalker goes up the ringsteps and climbs into the ring through the ropes. Keith climbs up a corner, pulls open his coat to let the FHT title shine in the lights, and then chugs down the beer. The fans cheer as Keith hops back down into the ring. He tosses the empty bottle to a stage hand, and then starts removing his entrance gear as his music fades out…
The fans re-erupt in cheers as all the lights in the arena flash blindingly on while the synth intro to “Death” builds to a deafening drone. The lights go dark and Salem’s “King Night” hits the p.a. Smoke fills the entrance stage and ultraviolet lights line the ramp. Red and blue lasers dance through the dense fog, which is now glowing eerily from the lights below it. The fans are barely audible over the chest rattling bass, until they roar in excitement as NIN Horror finally rises up from the smoke on the stage. He is wearing a large black sequined cloak covered in broken pieces of mirror with huge metal spikes on the shoulders. NIN surveys the cheering fans, basking in their adoration for the first time in over a year before he starts walking down the glowing ramp. NIN walks up the ringsteps and climbs up the ropes. He leans on the top turnbuckle pad, looking out at the fans once more, and slides off the robe. NIN hops down into the ring wearing denim tights, boots with kickpads, leather gloves, a right elbowpad, all in black, and the ELITE World Heavyweight Title Belt around his waist. NIN climbs up a different corner and puts his hands on his hips, letting himself soak in the most positive reaction he’s ever gotten before in a match in the FHT/ELITE. NIN gets back down into his corner as the lights go back to normal, shortly followed by his music fading out. Erik Knights:[/color] Ladies and gentlemen the following contest is scheduled for one fall and is a Unification match for the FHT Undisputed and ELITE World Heavyweight Championships!!! Introducing first, from Baltimore Maryland, he is your FHT Undisputed Champion of the World, “Shadow Walker” Keith WILLIAMS!!! The fans erupt in cheers as Keith shoots his arms into the air. He rubs on the faceplate of his belt and holds up a finger, saying he’s about to be wearing one more.Erik Knights:[/color] Introducing next, now residing in Monaco by way of Transylvania, he is your ELITE World Heavyweight Champion, “The NZA” “The New Horror Show” NIN HORROR!!! The fans erupt in cheers as black streamers fly into the ring while NIN hoists up the Title belt. Stage hands start clearing out the streamers as Erik Knights exits the ring. The ref gets both title belts from the wrestlers, and then shows them the gold, reminding them what all is at stake. The ref then holds them both up in the air for the fans. The ref hands the belts to the timekeeper, and then calls the competitors to the center of the ring. Keith and NIN stare each other down as the ref calls for a handshake. They both hold out their hands, waiting for the other one to show respect. The static electricity rises as neither man shakes the other’s hand. The ref gives up, and calls for the bell! ***DING DING DING***The fans are going wild as the two titans of FHT/ELITE stare each other down. Keith shakes out his fist by his side as NIN nods. The fans are stomping their feet and clapping as the champions lift their arms. Keith and NIN finally lock up as the fans roar. Each man is trying to overpower the other, but they are even. The feed cuts to outside the arena where thousands of cheering fans are watching the struggle on huge screens. Keith’s fans cheer on their man as he pushes forward and manages to force NIN down to one knee. NIN’s fans try to cheer harder as NIN forces himself back to his feet. NIN pushes back on his feet, using all his strength to force Keith down to one knee. The fans start stomping again, the pounding rhythm helps Keith power back up to his feet. The competitors try again to take the advantage, but neither one budges. They mutually break the collar-and-elbow with authority and stare each other down. The fans break into applause as Keith rubs his arm, and NIN shakes out his hand. NIN sticks his thumb in his chest and tells Keith that they’re starting his way. NIN reels back his arm and lights up Keith’s chest with a thunderous knife edge chop! The fans erupt with a ‘wooooo’ as Keith grimaces. The FHT Champion reels back his arm and blasts NIN with a chop that’s just as thunderous!
Gary: Ouuuccchhh! They’re committing genocide on each other’s skin cells.
Hater: The sound of those chops hurt my ears Gary! Can you imagine how tough these guys have to be to take those?
A second deafening ‘woooooo’ echoes in the arena, and throughout the streets of New York. NIN brushes the bleached hair from his eyes and then grabs Keith by the head. The ELITE World Champion shoots his arm back, and rocks Keith with a heavy forearm strike. The force sends Keith back a step, but he gets right back in NIN’s face and grabs him. Keith swings his arm and plows into NIN’s head with a big forearm strike of his own. NIN brushes the bleached hair from his eyes, and then cracks his shin into the side of Keith’s leg. Williams stumbles a little from the blow, and then walks back up to his opponent. Keith plants his toes in NIN’s gut, and then nails him with a punch square to the head. Keith reels back for another punch, but NIN cuts him off with a thunderous shoot kick to the chest. Keith steps in for a clothesline, but NIN goes under his arm, and catches Keith with a headlock. NIN wrenches it in, but Keith starts backing up. Keith bounces off the ropes and sends NIN across the ring. NIN rebounds off the opposite ropes as Keith charges in to meet him with a shoulder block, but NIN stays on his feet! NIN points and tells Keith to hit the ropes. Keith huffs, then charges. He bounces back and runs into a shoulder block by NIN, but Keith stays on his feet as well!
The fans are on their feet as the top champions of FHT/ELITE stand toe-to-toe. NIN runs for the ropes and bounces off, coming at Keith with a clothesline, but he absorbs it and stays up. Keith hits the ropes and comes in with his own clothesline~but NIN cuts him off with a boot to the shoulder. NIN lights up Keith with a chop and Irish whips him~but Keith reverses it and sends him to the ropes. Keith ducks down for the back body drop, but NIN stops himself, and rocks Keith with a stiff kick to the chest. NIN whips Keith into the ropes and tries to take him down with a Hiptoss, but Keith floats over and sends NIN flying with a monkey toss, but NIN flips in the air and lands on his feet. Keith scrambles back up, and is met with a hard forearm. NIN hits another forearm, and whips Keith into a corner. NIN charges in, but Keith cuts him off with an elbow. Keith switches places with NIN, and then opens up on him with punches. The ref exhausts the five count and backs Keith away, but this gives NIN the chance to put his opponent back in the corner. NIN preps Keith’s chin up, and hits his chest with a barrage of chops. The fans try to keep up with ‘woos’ before the ref backs NIN up. NIN brushes aside him, but then eats a boot to the gut. Keith shoots in and whips NIN to the opposite corner, then runs and slams into NIN with a splash. NIN stumbles out and Keith charges in for a bulldog, but NIN throws him off. Keith lands on his ass on the mat, and then gets a shock of pain as NIN kicks him hard in the spine. Keith bangs his fists on the mat, and then gets back on his feet and back in NIN’s face.
Gary: The tension in this building is stifling! You couldn’t even cut it with a knife, you’d need a machete!
Hater: I think that’s what one of these two men might need to put the other away Gary!
The eternally loyal fans of the FHT/ELITE are on their feet, the shorter ones standing on their seats as NIN and Keith stare down. NIN grabs Keith by the hair and pulls him into a headlock, but Keith grabs NIN around the waist and uses his power to lift him up. Keith wants to hit a backdrop, but NIN cuts him off with fists to the forehead. Keith throws NIN down on his feet; NIN turns around and catches his arm around Keith’s chest. NIN goes for the Exploder Suplex~but Keith blocks it with elbows to the head. NIN stumbles back, but Keith hangs onto his arm and pulls him in for a short-arm clothesline, but NIN ducks and grabs Keith. NIN goes for a German Suplex, but Keith kicks his legs and blocks it. NIN hangs on as Keith charges for the ropes. Keith grabs them and bounces NIN back, who rolls back onto his feet. NIN charges in, but Keith sends him over the ropes~but NIN lands on his feet on the apron. Keith shoots through the ropes for a shoulder block, but NIN steps out of the way and hits his opponent with a stiff kick to the chest. Keith hangs over the middle rope as NIN jumps up, and rolls over him with a sunset flip~but Keith rolls back onto his feet, and plants a boot between NIN’s eyes.
The fans cheer as NIN bounces back off the mat. Keith grabs the top rope and bounces up for an elevated knee drop, but NIN rolls out of the way. NIN and Keith make it back to their feet. Keith swings his arm at NIN, but NIN catches it and sends Keith down with a judo style throw. Keith bounces off the mat back onto his feet. NIN sails in with a boot to the gut and doubles Keith over. NIN swings his arm back and smacks Keith with a hard elbow. NIN reels back and slams a second elbow into the side of Keith’s head. Keith wobbles a bit, just enough for NIN to get him in a headlock. Keith reaches for some ropes, but NIN pulls him towards the center of the ring. Keith nails a fist to NIN’s gut, but NIN responds with a stomp to the back of Keith’s knee. NIN sticks his toes in the same spot and forces Keith down to one knee. NIN wrenches in the headlock as Keith’s fans turn up the volume. Buoyed by the energy of his fans, Keith manages to push back up to his feet. Keith smacks NIN in the gut, but NIN keeps on the hold. Keith smacks NIN again harder, and he stuns him. Keith punches NIN in the gut a third time and gets NIN to break the hold. Keith’s fans go wild as NIN doubles over, Keith sweeps his hair out of his face, then runs for the ropes. But NIN charges in right after him, and a soon as Keith rebounds off the ropes he gets taken down with the Roaring Elbow!
Gary: And NIN Horror is the first man to score big with that discus elbow strike! This could give the ELITE Champion the opportunity he needs to take control of this match.
Hater: And with NIN Horror, you know he’s been waiting to dish out some serious pain to Keith Williams here tonight.
The fans roar as Keith Williams’ head bounces back, leading the way as his body falls to the mat. NIN grabs Keith by the ankles and drags him away from the ropes before dropping down for the cover, 1…2.kickout! Keith’s fans clap to show support, while NIN’s fans shout for him to push the advantage. The thousands inside, and thousands outside the FHT Arena are alive with energy as NIN pulls Keith up. NIN cocks his arm and brings a big elbow down on Keith’s face. NIN lifts up his arm again and hits a second big elbow strike. NIN wraps his hands around Keith’s face, locking his fingers and pulling back for a chinlock. NIN grinds his hands on the side of Keith’s face, favoring that spot he hit with the elbows. Keith grabs at NIN’s wrists and tries to push his hands away, but NIN has the hold locked in tight. Keith bangs his boot on the mat and starts waving his fist in the air, looking to rally support from his fans. Thousands in the FHT Arena begin to swell up a ‘Keith! Keith! Keith!’ chant; Williams himself feeds off the noise, and starts rotating his body. Keith rolls over onto his knees, and then pushes himself up to his feet. But he doesn’t get very far, because NIN cuts him down with a knee lift. The cheer bubble bursts as Keith falls to the mat, one hand holding the side of his face.
Gary: It looks like NIN has picked a target for his attack.
Hater: The Roaring Elbow, the Sliding D, the Yakuza Kick, the Uraken spinning back fist, the Gamengiri, the Busaiku Knee Kick, and the Lariat. NIN can put you down with all of these moves and they all target the same place where Keith is hurtin.’
NIN pushes down on Keith’s head leaving the hurt side of his face open for a stomp. Keith rolls away holding his face, but NIN is quick to follow up. He grabs Keith by the hair and helps him up to his feet, and quickly nails a forearm into Keith’s hurt face. Keith drops down to one knee, but NIN quickly drags him up and whips him into a corner. NIN charges in for a splash~but Keith cuts him off with a boot~but NIN catches it. NIN throws it down and charges in with a clothesline~but Keith ducks under it and gets NIN in the corner. Keith’s fans come alive as he lights up NIN with some punches, but NIN stops his attack with a caveman fist to the side of the face. Keith drops down, and NIN grabs him and throws him in the corner. NIN forces Keith down to the mat, and then plants the sole of his boot on the side of Keith’s face. NIN grinds it on hard, like he’s putting out a cigarette that owes him money. NIN scrapes his boot across Keith’s face, turning his head fast to the side. NIN brings back his foot and scrapes it hard across Keith’s face again. The referee exhausts his five count and pulls NIN out of the corner. NIN backs out with his hands up, but then brushes past the ref and sails in with a stomp on Keith’s face. NIN unleashes a wave a stomps, each one scrapping off and across Keith’s face. NIN runs out of the corner along the ropes, rebounds, and comes back with a huge Ganja Boot!
NIN’s fans erupt in cheers as the force from the kick nearly sends Keith out of the ring. NIN hangs in the ropes, and points a finger at the fans. The feed cuts to the audience outside the building as a replay of the running boot is shown, the fans outside cheering the move a second time. Back in the ring, NIN gets out of the ropes and grabs Keith by the ankle. The man from Transylvania drags Keith Williams into the center of the ring and goes for the pin, 1…2…kickout! Keith’s fans cheer and rally behind their man as NIN sits up and sweeps his hair back, giving himself a second to think. NIN drops down and rolls far away to get outside the ring. He makes the short walk over to the announcer’s area and wrangles up a steel folding chair. NIN turns around not knowing Keith has made it back up to his feet. NIN walks back to the ring~but Keith is waiting and comes in with a baseball slide~but NIN hops out of the way, and rams the chair into Keith’s gut! Keith doubles over and turns around, stumbling away from his opponent. NIN walks after him as Keith rounds the corner, and eventually comes to a stop, holding himself up on the apron. NIN sets up the chair on the floor and walks over to Keith. NIN grabs him by the arm, drags him into the aisle, whips him, and hits a drop toe hold, sending Keith face first onto the steel chair!
The fans erupt as Keith’s face bounces off the seat of the steel chair! Keith rolls away, holding his face in agony as NIN gets back on his feet. NIN sits down on the chair and claps his hands in the air, easily getting his fans to clap along. Keith is on his knees leaning against the guardrails as NIN gets back up. NIN walks over and grabs a handful of Keith’s hair; he drags Keith up a bit, and then slams the side of his face into the steel guardrails! The nearby fans ‘oh!’ as Keith bounces off the steel and slides down to the floor. NIN grabs Keith by the head and drags him back up to his feet. Keith leans against the railing for support, holding the side of his face. NIN reels back, and hits him hard with a knife edge chop. The fans ‘woooo’ as the strike echoes through the FHT Arena. Keith slumps down, but NIN pulls him back up, and hits him with another thunderous chop. The fans ‘wooooo’ again as Keith lets go of his face to cover his chest. Keith’s cheek has started swelling and turning colors, making an easy target for NIN to hit a hard forearm strike! Keith stumbles away along the railing; his fans pat him on the back for support before he steps out into the middle of the aisle. NIN follows behind him and grabs Keith by the head. NIN turns him around, but Keith ducks and hits a drop toe hold—sending NIN face first into the steel ringsteps!
Gary: Ow! This could give Keith the opening he needs to get back in the match.
Hater: Look at his face Gary, Keith has a long way to go to even the tables here.
The FHT Arena erupts as NIN bounces off the steel steps. NIN stumbles up to his feet and high tails it up the ringsteps. NIN rolls in through the ropes and takes a rest as Keith gets back on his feet on the floor. Keith stumbles over and rolls into the ring, and then climbs back up to his feet. Keith walks over and grabs NIN, but NIN meets him with some knuckles to the gut, but Keith cuts him short with a clubbing forearm. Keith drags NIN up and whips him into a corner, quickly charging in after him. NIN throws his boot up targeting the swollen side of Keith’s face, but Keith stops himself and catches NIN’s foot. NIN lifts himself up on the ropes, swings his free leg over his trapped leg and frees himself, and before Keith can even get his hands back up for a block NIN nails him with a stiff forearm. Keith backs up holding his face, and NIN shoots in and sends Keith into the corner. Keith covers up his face, so NIN goes low with boots to the gut. Keith slumps down, but NIN pulls him back up and swings stiff open hand strikes wherever he can find an opening. NIN grabs onto Keith’s hair and pulls him in for a headbutt! Keith is trying desperately to guard himself, but the second and third headbutts cause him to drop his arms. The ref pulls NIN back, but he jumps back in to inflict more punishment. NIN hits Keith hard on the face with a few forearm strikes before Keith can cover up again. NIN fires stiff chops to Keith’s chest faster than the fans can ‘woo’ along with. NIN grabs onto the top rope and shoots in with knees to Keith’s chest, and then bounces off the bottom rope for an elevated inverted elbow strike to the top of the head! The ref pulls NIN back as Keith’s arms drop, but NIN pushes the ref aside and jumps up, nailing Keith with the Gamengiri!
Gary: Keith’s invited to the Violence Party! ~ And NIN hits him on the busted side of his face with the kick!
Hater: Turn off the lights the party’s over for Mr. Williams!
The thousands of loyal NIN Horror fans erupt in cheers as Keith falls flat to the mat like a cut down tree. NIN drags Keith far enough away so he can’t reach the ropes, and then hooks his leg for the cover, 1…2…kickout! The thousands of loyal Keith Williams fans explode in cheers as Keith gets the shoulder up. NIN huffs and tosses his hair back with frustration in his eyes. Keith cradles his head, covering the aching side of his face. NIN grabs a handful of the FHT Hall of Famer’s hair before getting back onto his feet. NIN pulls at Keith and turns him over onto his knees, and then blasts him with a stiff kick, hitting the arms and hands guarding the side of Keith’s face. NIN blasts Keith with another hard kick, but once again Keith’s guard takes the impact. NIN stomps at Keith’s arms, Keith desperately tries to hold the guard, but NIN rains down more stomps on his arms. NIN eventually steps down on Keith’s arms and stands on them, leaving his face vulnerable for attack. NIN reels back his leg and smacks Keith hard across the face with a Kawada style kick. The fans ‘ooh’ as NIN swings his leg back and hits another kick, the impact echoing through the FHT Arena. NIN pulls Keith’s head up by his hair and hits his face with kick after kick after kick after kick after kick!
NIN’s fans are going wild as their man lets Keith Williams drop flat on the mat. Keith gingerly covers up his face as his fans rally for support. NIN bends down and grabs Keith around the head, pulls him up and wraps him up in a front facelock. NIN lifts his free arm up and points to the sky before calling for the “Hashimoto D~D~T!” NIN drops down to drive Keith’s head into the mat~but Keith blocks it! Keith drops to his knees as NIN falls on the mat. The FHT Arena comes alive as Keith mounts NIN and lays into him with punches! Keith swings lefts and rights, but has to cover his face with his left hand as soon as NIN swings a right for it. Keith’s right fists are starting to miss as NIN’s squirming throws off Keith’s balance. Keith grabs NIN by the hair with his left hand for some leverage, and then pounds him with some rights. But Keith leaves himself open as NIN wraps his right leg around Keith’s left arm, planting his shin against Keith’s throat. NIN swings in his right leg and wraps it around his left foot, trapping Keith in the gogoplata! But NIN doesn’t wrap his hands around Keith’s head to lock it in properly. No, NIN slides his fingers into his left boot, and searches for something. The fans in the FHT Arena roar in anticipation as NIN slides the Ghetto Fork out of his boot!
Gary: The Fork! The infamous Ghetto Fork makes its return to the FHT Arena! I’ve seen NIN in the back many times over the years, grinding the spokes of that fork against brick walls to make them sharp and jagged. Keith is in trouble.
Hater: Keith is trapped in the middle of the ring, and now the swollen side of his face is completely exposed!
NIN gets the fork in his right hand and pulls back on Keith’s hair with his left. The bruised side of Keith’s face is wide open as NIN draws a bull’s-eye over the swollen spot. NIN reels back his hand, and stabs Keith’s face with the fork! NIN’s fans erupt in cheers as Keith’s fans start booing. NIN stabs Keith on the bruise again! Keith yelps as NIN stabs him a third time! NIN cranks on Keith’s head, and then jams the fork into Keith’s bruise! Keith starts yelling out as NIN twists the fork in Keith’s bruised flesh! Keith’s free hand floats above the mat, and his fans close enough to ringside can be heard shouting at Keith to not give up. Blood starts dripping out of Keith’s bruised flesh before NIN rakes it with the fork! NIN rakes the jagged edges again over Keith’s flesh! Everyone in the FHT Arena is up making noise as NIN jerks Keith’s head to the side, and then stabs him hard on the face! Blood is pouring out of the softened and discolored side of Keith’s face. Keith is desperately crawling backwards to the nearest ropes as NIN pushes the jagged edges of the fork into his bruised and bleeding face! Keith reaches back with his leg, crawling as much as he can, stretching as far back as he can, and finally, mercifully gets his toes on the ropes. Keith’s fans erupt in cheers as the ref starts his count. But before he can even spit out two, NIN starts stabbing wildly at Keith’s face!
Gary: Owww! NIN is tearing apart the side of Keith Williams’ face!
Hater: No mercy Gary!
Keith is screaming as NIN keeps shanking the fork into Keith’s face until the ref counts four! The ref grabs at NIN’s arms and legs, trying to both untie the gogoplata and wrestle away the fork. NIN crawls out of the situation as the ref tosses the fork out of the ring. Keith falls flat on his stomach, his blood pouring across his face and pooling on the mat. NIN crawls over and grabs Keith’s head, and then drags him away from the ropes and goes for the cover, 1…2…3/NO! The roof of the FHT Arena is blown off as Keith kicks out at the last second. NIN rolls over onto his knees and bangs his fists on the mat. NIN runs his hands through his hair, with anger on his face as Keith crawls up to one knee. NIN gets back on his feet and grabs a handful of Keith’s hair, then helps drag him back up to his feet and then locks his arms around Keith’s head. NIN goes for the cutter~but Keith blocks it. Keith’s fans erupt as Keith punches NIN in the gut, and then pushes him away into the ropes. Keith shoots his arm up for a clothesline as NIN returns~but NIN ducks under it, lifts up Keith, and drops down with the Haute Couture! NIN’s fans erupt as their man drives Keith’s face into the mat with a cutter from a reverse fireman’s carry. NIN rolls Keith over and goes for the pin, 1……2……3/NO!!
The FHT Arena explodes as Keith Williams kicks out again! NIN jumps up to his feet and grabs the referee by the collar. NIN shouts at him, arguing about the count, but the ref assures him it was only two. NIN steps away and kicks the bottom rope in frustration, the FHT Undisputed Title slipping out of grasp one more time. NIN puts his hands on his hips, and then notices where Keith is. NIN looks over to the corner, and then back down at Keith before he exits the ring. NIN gets a folding chair from ringside and then slides back into the ring. The ELITE World champion lays the steel chair flat on Keith’s face, then turns around and climbs up the corner. NIN stands on the top rope and calls out for the finish—“70 52”—and then leaps off the ropes for the Corkscrew Shooting Star Press!~but Keith moves out of the way and NIN crashes knees first onto the steel chair!! The FHT/ELITE Arena explodes again as NIN bounces up and grabs his knees. Keith’s fans are going crazy as NIN rolls around in pain. Keith gets back on his knees, and then gets back on his feet. NIN stumbles up to his feet and wobbles into Keith, who picks him up and hits a bodyslam on the steel chair! The fans erupt as NIN bounces back on his feet, holding onto his back. Keith picks the chair off the mat, and then holds it against NIN’s back. Keith lifts NIN up with the chair lying on his back, and then slams him down with the steel chair under him!
Keith’s fans erupt in cheers as NIN sandwiches the chair against the mat. NIN writhes around the mat clutching his back, completely unaware that Keith has picked up the chair. Keith walks over to NIN and slams the chair across his knees! Keith’s fans are going wild as he lifts the chair up, and spikes it down on NIN’s knees! NIN grabs his hair, gritting his teeth as Keith lifts the chair back up, and spikes it down on NIN’s knees again! NIN tries rolling away but Keith stops him, and then grabs his leg. Keith opens up the chair and slides NIN’s leg into it, clasping it down on his knee. NIN holds up a hand, pleading with Keith not to do what he’s about to do. Keith looks out at the fans, who are cheering him on, and then dabs at his bruised, bleeding face. Keith points his finger and shouts at NIN, and then stomps on the chair wrapped around NIN’s leg! NIN bucks back in pain, and Keith jumps up and stomps on the chair again! NIN grabs his head, trying to fight off the pain as Keith jumps up again and stomps on the chair a third time! Keith’s fans are going nuts as their man pulls the chair off of NIN’s leg, and then drags him into the center of the ring. Keith holds up NIN’s aching leg, and then lifts his other hand into the air.
The FHT Arena erupts in ‘woo’s as Keith holds up four fingers, and then spins around and locks NIN in the Figure Four Leglock! ‘Woo’s continue to echo out as NIN shakes his head yelling, Keith pushing himself up with his arms to apply extra pressure. NIN grimaces as he holds up and shakes a finger, but Keith pushes his body up off the mat, causing NIN to drop back grabbing his hair. Keith works the hold in the dead center of the ring, much too far for NIN to reach the ropes. NIN slides back further trying to fight off the pain, eventually lying down on the mat. The ref counts, 1…2/NIN gets his shoulders up. NIN yells out in pain, Keith yells at the ref to ask if NIN wants to quit, but NIN yells out that he doesn’t. Keith lifts himself up again, further applying pressure to NIN’s legs, who is driven back down in pain. 1…2…kickout, NIN lifts a shoulder off the mat as Keith continues to work the hold. NIN bangs the mat with both fists, then bangs the mat again, and then bangs it a third time, as his fans get the message. The thousands of NIN’s fans in the arena start stomping their feet and clapping, willing their man to continue. The pace of their stomping quickens, and NIN reaches a fist in the air. NIN pushes himself up with his other arm and tries to turn himself over. Keith is shaking his head, trying to stop the reversal as NIN’s fans get louder and faster. NIN gets both men on their sides, halfway there for the much needed reversal as his fans are now in a frenzy. NIN swings his arm and finally reverses the hold!~but Keith uses NIN’s momentum and immediately reverses the reversal!
Gary: NO! NIN was so close, but Keith had that reversal scouted!
Hater: Oldies but goldies Gary. How many world titles has the Nature Boy won with this move, cause if Keith can keep it locked in it looks like he’ll be bringing a new one home.
NIN’s fans evaporate in their seats as Keith’s fans come alive. NIN falls back on the mat holding his head in pain as the ref starts to count, 1…2…NO! NIN gets the shoulder up and reaches for the now closer ropes, but they’re still too far away. NIN shakes his fist in the air, urging his supports back onto their feet. NIN’s fans come back shouting and yelling for NIN to push on as he starts crawling for the ropes. Keith throws his body back sending a jolt of pain through NIN’s legs, but NIN is only stunned for a moment before he starts crawling again. NIN gets closer to the ropes, and Keith drops back again, stunning NIN, but NIN’s fans cheer louder for their man, and NIN starts crawling again. NIN is just fingertips away from the ropes, but Keith drags his body back, preventing the escape. NIN drops down again as the pain catches up to him, and the ref counts, 1…2…3/NO! NIN’s fans are stomping and clapping wildly as NIN pushes himself up. NIN throws his arm over at the ropes, this time trying to reverse the hold. NIN’s fans get louder as NIN pushes himself closer to a reversal. Keith is shaking his head as NIN gets them on their sides, almost there. NIN reaches for it, but Keith reaches out the other way trying to stop it. Keith throws his weight in the opposite direction of NIN, and then stops the reversal~but NIN uses Keith’s momentum and rolls over to reverse the Figure Four!
The FHT Arena explodes as NIN pushes himself up, now applying pressure to Keith’s legs. Keith shakes his head, yelling as he now feels the pain. Keith reaches out for the ropes, but he’s facing the inside of the ring. Keith starts crawling over, gritting his teeth as he feels the pain. Keith crawls closer to the ropes; NIN is working the hold as best he can following the damage that was done to him. Keith reaches out, and has to fight through the pain to finally grab onto the bottom rope. Keith’s fans cheer as the ref unties the competitors’ legs, and both men lay on the mat catching their breaths. Keith grabs onto the ropes and starts pulling himself up as NIN sweeps the hair out of his face. NIN starts pushing himself up as Keith makes it back onto his feet. Keith walks over as NIN makes it to his knees, and then grabs a handful of NIN’s hair. Keith reels his arm back and blasts NIN with a hard punch to the head. Keith reels back and nails a second big punch to the head, and then sets NIN up between his legs. Keith calls out for the —“Shadowbomb!”— and then lifts NIN up~but NIN slides back down onto his feet. But NIN wobbles and drops down to his knees because of the damage done, Keith turns around as NIN grabs onto the chair that was left in the ring. NIN gets back on his feet with the chair in hand, but Keith sees it coming and Super Kicks the steel chair into NIN’s face!
The FHT Arena explodes again as NIN falls to the mat, the chair flying away and out of the ring. Keith pumps his fist in the air before dropping down for the cover, 1…2…3/NO! NIN kicks out, and his fans erupt in cheers as Keith bangs his fist on the mat. Keith gets back onto his feet and sizes up NIN on the mat. The FHT Undisputed Champion lifts his arm in the air, eliciting cheers from the crowd, then kicks his leg out and drops a massive elbow on NIN’s chest. Keith gets back on his feet, raises him arm up again, and hits a second massive elbowdrop. Keith’s fans are on their feet as he gets up again, and hits a third massive elbowdrop. Keith gets back on his feet and grabs a handful of NIN’s hair, dragging him up to his knees and setting him up for a Powerbomb. Keith raises his arms in the air and calls out once again for the —“Shadowbomb!”— The FHT Arena roars as Keith hoists NIN up onto his shoulders. NIN grabs Keith’s hair and starts hitting his head with punches, they’re not very effective, but they are slowing Keith down. Keith starts losing his balance when NIN starts driving the point of his elbow down on his head. NIN keeps laying the elbows in harder, and Keith starts stumbling. Keith staggers over to the ropes and throws NIN down in desperation~but NIN counters with a Huracanrana and sends Keith over the ropes!
NIN’s fans erupt in cheers as Keith crashes down to the floor. The ELITE World Champion is lying on the mat, catching his breath as Keith crawls away on the floor. NIN starts pulling himself up with the ropes, shaking and rubbing his legs, trying to work off some of the wear and tear of the Figure Four. As Keith makes it to his knees on the floor, NIN sizes him up, and then starts clapping. His fans start clapping along as Keith makes it to one knee. NIN runs lightly across the ring, hits the ropes, and runs back as the FHT Arena roars in anticipation. NIN dives through the ropes for the Tope!~but Keith cuts him off, and NIN sails face first into the steel chair! The FHT Arena explodes as Keith catches NIN with the same steel chair from before. NIN crashes and burns on the hard floor, and Keith holds the chair up for a pop from his fans. Keith slides the worn out and dented chair into the ring, and then turns around and starts dragging NIN up. Blood starts dripping out of his forehead as Keith rolls him into the ring. Keith slides in and gets on his feet as NIN rolls away to create distance. NIN makes it up to his knees as Keith picks up the banged up steel chair. Keith holds up the chair and swings it like a batter looking for a homerun as NIN gets up to one knee. NIN stands back up on his feet, and quickly gets taken down with a huge chairshot to the head!
Gary: And down goes NIN! That’s gotta be it!
Hater: That was a helluva big shot, but NIN’s been hit with everything, he even fell off the Hell in a Cell through the Spanish announcers’ table. Keith is gonna have to keep the pressure up if he wants to put this away.
The FHT Arena explodes as NIN falls back onto the mat. The feed cuts to outside the Arena, where the sound of the steel chair impacting on NIN’s skull echoes out through the streets of New York. The thousands of fans outside the building erupt in cheers again for the replay. Back in the ring, Keith holds the mangled chair up high, its seat bent beyond reasonable use. Keith drops it aside and drops down on NIN for the cover, 1 … 2 … 3/NO! NIN’s fans erupt in cheers as their man gets the shoulder up at the last possible second. Keith gets back on his feet, sweeping the hair out of his face in frustration as more blood flows out of NIN’s forehead. Keith spots the chair, grabs it, and drops down, mounting NIN. Keith holds the chair up upside down, and then spikes the ridge down on NIN’s forehead! The fans react with a guttural ‘ooh’ as Keith lifts up the chair, and spikes it down a second time! The ref starts yelling at Keith, who then slides the chair away and hooks NIN’s leg for a cover. The ref counts, 1 … 2 … 3/NO! NIN’s fans erupt again as NIN just barely gets the shoulder up. Keith quickly gets up and sits NIN up, getting behind him for a chinlock. But Keith doesn’t go for the hold, and instead wraps his hands around NIN’s forehead and starts digging his fingernails into NIN’s cut flesh!
NIN’s fans are groaning as Keith pulls at NIN’s forehead, trying to tear open his flesh even more. Blood pours down NIN’s face, flowing over Keith’s hands, and flowing back into his bleached hair, dying it red. Keith clubs NIN’s forehead with his fists before getting back on his feet. Keith drags NIN up by his hair, putting him in a front facelock. Feeling this could be it; Keith thrusts his free elbow down, and then sets NIN up for a Suplex. Keith hooks NIN’s leg, lifts him up, and hits him with a Fishman’s Buster on the steel chair!! The FHT Arena explodes as Keith drives NIN’s head down onto the chair. Keith rolls over and covers NIN, 1 … 2 … 3/NO!! NIN gets his foot on the rope! NIN’s fans erupt in cheers as Keith falls back grabbing his hair. He bangs on the mat in anger, thinking this one was over. Keith rolls over onto his knees, directly facing a corner. Keith looks down over to NIN, and then back at the corner. He gets back on his feet and grabs NIN by the hair. Keith drags him up, lifting NIN’s limp body on his shoulders, and then walks over to the corner. Keith sets NIN up on the top rope and climbs up after him, hooking him in a front chancery. Keith sets NIN up for a Suplex off the ropes, and then hooks his leg. Keith lifts NIN up for a Super Perfectplex~but NIN grabs onto the ropes and blocks it. NIN punches Keith in the ribs, but Keith hits him back harder. Keith lifts NIN up, but NIN slides down behind Keith, hooks his waist, and takes him down with the Avalanche German Suplex!!!
Gary: Fall From Grace! NIN just pulled Lbm’s finishing move out of nowhere!
Hater: That’s a callback to the wars that both men have had with Lbm, but will it be enough to end this one?
The FHT Arena explodes as Keith crashes down on his head following the German Suplex off the ropes. Both men are out of it on the mat as the fans start a dueling “FHT!—ELITE!” chant. The feed cuts to a replay of the fans outside the building erupting when the move was hit. All the fans in the arena are on their feet making noise, and NIN is the first champion to stir. His fans start cheering even louder as he lifts an arm up, and slowly turns himself over. The ELITE Hall of Famer sweeps the blood stained hair out of his eyes, and then slowly starts crawling over to his opponent. NIN’s fans are pounding their feet and cheering as their man is only inches away from the win. NIN drags himself the last extra bit, reaches out his arm, and finally drops it over Keith’s chest for the cover, 1 …… 2 …… 3/NO!! Keith’s fans erupt in cheers as he gets the shoulder up at the last possible millisecond! The noise in the FHT Arena is deafening as both men stare up at the lights. NIN slowly lifts himself up to a sitting position, and then rolls over onto his knees. He grabs a handful of Keith’s hair before pushing himself back up to his feet. NIN drags Keith up to his knees, setting him up between his legs, and then signals for the Cradle Piledriver. NIN hooks Keith’s legs, but Keith grabs onto NIN’s legs and blocks the move. NIN hammers down on Keith’s back, then cradles his legs and lifts him up, but Keith kicks his legs and blocks the move again. NIN grabs Keith’s hair, yanks him up to his feet, and hits him with a Lariat on the busted side of his face!
The fans erupt as NIN drives Keith down to the mat, and then hooks his leg for a cover, 1 … 2 … NO! The fans erupt even louder as NIN wastes little time grabbing Keith’s head and dragging him up to his feet. NIN lights up Keith with a huge knife edge chop, hunching Keith over as a giant ‘wooooo’ echoes through the arena. NIN reels back and stuns Keith with another thunderous chop, and then catches him with a hard forearm to his bruised and bleeding face. NIN shoots up his arm and runs for the ropes, then comes back for a Strong Lariat~but Keith cuts him off with a Super Kick! Keith’s fans erupt in cheers as NIN stumbles back, dropping to one knee. Keith gets back on his feet and pumps his fists, feeling the momentum starting to shift. NIN gets back on his feet as Keith walks over and meets him with a boot. Keith sets up NIN for a Suplex, then hooks his leg and lifts him up for the Perfectplex~but NIN smacks his knee down on Keith’s head and Keith drops NIN back onto his feet. NIN wobbles on the landing, and then grabs Keith. With shaking legs, NIN struggles to lift Keith up onto his shoulders, and then drops him down with the Creature of the Night!! The FHT Arena erupts again as NIN spikes Keith on his head!
But NIN is too exhausted to follow up with the cover, and both men lie on the mat. The feed cuts to a replay of the fans outside the building erupting when the move was hit. The fans are still going crazy, willing their favorite competitor to get back on their feet. NIN is the first one to stir as he rolls over onto his hands and knees, and then pushes himself up to a kneeling position. NIN grabs a handful of Keith’s hair, and as he gets back on his feet he slowly starts dragging Keith up. Keith is pulled up to his knees, getting set up as NIN cocks his arm in the air. He drags Keith back up to his feet, and then spins around for the Roaring Elbow~but Keith cuts him off with a kick to the gut, and a Stunner! Keith’s fans erupt as NIN wobbles on jelly legs. Keith gets back up, but gets met with a pair of middle fingers and a Stunner! The FHT Arena erupts as both men fall to the mat. A huge ‘Stone Cold’ chant takes the crowd as both men stare up at the lights. They start rolling over, crawling up to their knees, struggling to get back on their feet. NIN staggers over to his opponent and throws a wild fist at the busted side of his face, but Keith blocks it and throws a punch of his own, but NIN blocks it. NIN spins around for the Uraken~but Keith ducks it, and hits NIN with a Backdrop Driver!! The FHT Arena erupts as Keith dumps NIN back on his head!
NIN’s body rolls back onto his knees as Keith gets on his. Keith drags NIN up, hooks the leg, and hits the Perfectplex! Keith bridges for the cover, 1…KICKOUT! The FHT Arena explodes as NIN pushes Keith away, rolls onto his knees, and pounds the mat. Keith gets on his knees face-to-face with NIN, who yells at him with Fighting Spirit! Both men get back on their feet and NIN is quick to hit thunderous chop after chop after chop! NIN fires off a stiff left slap, a stiff right slap that hits Keith’s bruise, a spinning backhand strike, and a roundhouse kick that connects with Keith’s bruised and bleeding flesh! Keith grabs his face as NIN hits the ropes, and charges in with the Busaiku Knee Kick!~but Keith dodges it and NIN hits the mat. Keith stomps down on NIN’s bleeding forehead, and hits him with some stiff kicks as NIN scrambles back to his feet. Keith connects with a hard caveman fist to NIN’s gut, then bats his head around with clubbing fists. NIN gets rocked, but then catches Keith with a hard chop, and follows it up with a hard forearm strike! Keith clutches his face as NIN grabs his hair, but Keith goes low and shanks his boot into the side of NIN’s knee. NIN drops down and Keith grabs him by the hair, and then nails fist after fist after fist onto NIN’s forehead. Fresh blood pours down NIN’s face and into his hair as Keith drags him back to his feet. Keith reels back for the homerun, but NIN spins around and cuts him with a Uraken to the busted side of his face!!!
Gary: THAT’S IT! NIN decapitated Keith with that spinning backfist! It’s all over!
Hater: WAITAMINUTE no it’s not! Keith’s not going down yet!
The FHT Arena explodes as NIN smashes Keith’s face with the back of his fist. Keith stumbles back, his eyes glazed, his legs jellied, his arms drop, and he finally drops to one knee. NIN pounds his chest with both fists and rips off his elbowpad as Keith lurches over, blood raining out of his face down onto the mat. NIN flexes his arm in the air, getting ready to finish this as Keith pushes himself wobbling up to his feet. NIN runs in and swings his arm for the King Kong Lariat!~but Keith cuts him off with a Super Kick! The fans erupt as NIN drops into Keith’s arms, his body holds up NIN as Keith throws his arms in the air and screams at the top of his lungs for the —“SHADOWBOMB!”— Keith lifts NIN up onto his shoulders, charges, and throws him down on his head with a Shadowbomb!! The Arena explodes again as NIN crashes down on his head! NIN’s body rolls back into a nearby corner as the feed cuts to a replay of the thousands of fans outside the building exploding when the move was hit. Keith walks towards NIN as he grabs at the ropes. NIN is out of it, and is reaching for the ropes, trying desperately to pull himself back up on instinct alone.
Keith reaches down and grabs NIN by his blood stained hair, and slowly drags him up onto his feet. Only the ropes hold up NIN now as Keith steps onto the middle one and sits down on the top one. Keith drags NIN up further, until he too is sitting on the top rope. Keith stands up on the middle rope and pushes NIN’s head down, and then wraps his arms around NIN’s waist. The arena roars as Keith pulls him up for a Super Shadowbomb!~but NIN hooks his leg on the ropes and blocks it! Keith pounds on NIN’s back and lifts him up again, but NIN continues to block it. Keith pushes NIN back, and then hits a hard fist to his forehead~but NIN wobbles back, and then nails Keith with a hard elbow strike to the face! Keith dangles back high above the floor~but then comes back and nails NIN with an inverted elbow strike to the forehead! NIN slumps down as Keith wraps his arms back around his waist. Keith climbs up to the top rope and drags NIN up for the Super Shadowbomb!!~but NIN blocks it! NIN yanks Keith back by the hair and connects with a sick headbutt! The fans erupt as Keith falls back into the ring~but NIN catches him! NIN holds up Keith’s body and then drives him face first into the mat with the Avalanche Science Fiction!!!
Gary: IT IS OVERRR!!! Keith just got dropped on his busted face from the ropes with NIN’s Rare Super Match Finisher!
Hater: But that’s only the first part of the LATE NIGHT DOUBLE FEATURE PICTURE SHOW! What will—what can he follow it with!?
Every single person in the FHT Arena except our two champions jumps off their feet as NIN takes Keith down with his Styles Clash like maneuver from the turnbuckles! A replay is shown from another angle, and then another replay is shown of the reaction of the fans outside the building. A chest rattling “FHT!~ELITE!” chant breaks out as NIN starts to push himself off the mat. His fans scream over the already overpowering cheers and chants as he gets up to his knees. NIN has a hold of Keith’s legs as he looks around the frenzied arena. NIN pushes himself back to his feet, and then wraps Keith’s legs around his in a standing Muta Lock. The ELITE World Heavyweight Champion slowly turns himself around and looks down at Keith Williams. The FHT Undisputed Champion is already alive and trying to crawl to the ropes, but he has nothing left in the tank. NIN has him pinned in place, and then looks around at the thousands of screaming fans in the arena. NIN looks back at himself on the huge tron screen, and then turns back to Keith. He reaches down and grabs Keith by the hair, and then pulls his head off the mat. NIN plants his boot against the good side of Keith’s face, and then drives the bad side of his face against the mat with the CURB STOMP!!!!! The FHT Arena explodes as Keith’s face smashes into the mat. NIN falls down on top of Keith from the momentum of the move, and then pushes his limp opponent’s body over for the cover, 1 ……… 2 ……… 3!!! ***DING DING DING***The entire FHT Arena complex melts down as the bell is rung for the final time! Erik Knights:[/color] Ladies and gentlemen, your winner and NEWWW Undisputed FHT & ELITE World Heavyweight Champion, “The New Horror Show” NIN HORRRRROORRRR!!! The synth intro to “Death” hits the speakers and fades into Luciano Pavarotti’s “Nessun Dorma”, but the music can barely be heard over the roar of the fans. Every single one of them is on their feet, stomping and clapping along with an overpowering “FHT!~ELITE!” chant. NIN Horror finally finds the physical strength to get up to one knee; kneeling, he wipes back his blood stained hair as the referee brings him the two championship belts. The ref slings one over each of NIN’s shoulders, and as the fans get into a roaring “Hor~ror!” chant, the man himself can only hang his head to conceal his pride. NIN pushes himself up to his feet and gingerly walks over to a corner, then climbs up the ropes to a massive pop. Keith Williams finally rolls himself over, and starts crawling for the ropes. NIN gets back on the mat, and then lifts both title belts into the air as Keith starts pulling himself up. NIN turns around to face his now former opponent, who finally makes it back to his feet.
A massive, appreciative “Shadow!~Walker!” chant breaks out as Keith locks eyes with NIN, who is waiting in the center of the ring. With his face swollen and covered in blood, the FHT Hall of Famer steps toward the equally bloodied victor. They meet face-to-bloody-face; light shines off of the gold on NIN’s shoulders into Keith’s eyes as the Pavarotti classic approaches its climax. NIN holds out his right hand as Keith keeps his eyes locked on the gold. But he eventually looks down, holds out his right hand, and finally shakes NIN’s hand. The fans erupt in applause as the Code of the ELITE is followed again for the final time.
Fireworks explode on the stage and down the entrance ramp, and then streamers and confetti rain down from the ceiling. The fans, who must be exhausted by this point, erupt into cheers as the stars of FHT/ELITE, Trey Spruance, Blade, Darkness King, Ash Strife, Crusher Casey, Ace Andrews, Chase Stapleton, Killer, Red Ninja, Stone Cold Steve Austin, Dark Angel, Lbm, and “Sick” Nick emerge from the curtains and line up along the stage. Even Mr. Gordon and Max Venom show up and hang out in the back. They all begin applauding their comrades in the ring, and Keith and NIN show their gratitude and return the favor. Gary: They said it was a dream. They said it was insane. They said it would never last. They said it would be forgotten. But it wasn’t, and it never will be. All thanks to these men, and many more. And thanks to the many fans here, and the many more fans at home. Hater: Ten years, a decade of broken bones, of broken men, coming back from the brink of destruction, just to lay it all on the line one more time. This is the Fuckin’ Hardcore Territory. This is ELITE. This is our house, this is our legacy. These men will never forget, we will never forget, and you will never forget. Gary: Our past may have it’s dark spots, but it shines brighter than one thousand suns. And the future, well, the future isn’t written in pages, it’s ours to make. For the last time, signing off for A-Damn Hater, Rachel Beckett, … and Wally Wilson, … I’m Gary King. From the bottom of my heart, thank you. Thank you. Thank you. The fans are chanting at the top of their lungs. The men of FHT/ELITE are celebrating in the ring as the referees, the road agents, the commentators, and everyone else emerges from the back to join in. The FHT Arena, which had been burned down, rebuilt, left to fall apart, and rebuilt again, is rattling with each deafening syllable of the fans’ cry. It echoes through the streets of New York, it echoes through the hearts of the wrestlers, through the hearts of the fans, and through the hearts of everyone who was ever touched by the FHT/ELITE. Many, many things have been chanted in this building over the years. But now, tonight, and forever more, the fans can only muster three words. They only need three words. Three words to let the world know how they feel about this company, about these men, and about all they sacrificed over the years. Only three words to let the world know how they feel about the future, about their future, about their hopes, about their dreams. Only three words are needed: PLEASE COME BACK… PLEASE COME BACK… PLEASE COME BACK… PLEASE COME BACK… PLEASE COME BACK… PLEASE COME BACK… PLEASE COME BACK…
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