FHT & ELITE: 4 LIFE - January 17th, 2010]

[The F'N Legend Lbm]

Sunday, January 17^TH, 2010

Live from the FHT Arena!!!--------------------

F'N HARDCORE TERRITORY
2002 - 2010

Keith Williams [FHT Undisputed Champion]
"Sick" Nick [FHT Hardcore Champion]
Red Ninja [FHT/ELITE Tag Team Champion]
Soul Reaper
Venom
Mr Monday Night
Trey "The Dude" Spruance


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ELITE
2004 - 2010

NIN Horror [ELITE Heavyweight Champion]
Killer [FHT/ELITE Tag Champion]
The F'N Legend Lbm
D'Marcus Brown
The H8 Klub
Crusher Casey
Ace Andrews


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- C O M M E N T A T O R S -
Wally Wilson & Gary King

Wally Wilson: No script! No card! No confirmed acts! Just three hours of live television that when it concludes will signal the end of the greatest wrestling company ever assembled. The FHT/ELITE!

Gary King: What a night it promises to be... This one will be an absolute epic night to remember!!! FOREVER!!!

[The F'N Legend Lbm]

NOTHING ELSE MATTERS hits...[/color][/b]

Pyrotechnics explode as Metallica blasts out loud in the jam packed FHT Arena as the 1st ever FHT Hardcore Champion, The F'N Legend Lbm makes his way through the smoke to a thunderous ovation!

Smacking hands the entire way down the aisle, circling the ring and trying his best to meet with as many FHT/ELITE fans as possible, Lbm grabs a microphone from ringside before jumping up on the apron.

Lbm climbs inside the ring up onto the top rope posing for the fans, before he jumps back down into the ring and waits for his music to fade before addressing the FHT Arena.

The F'N Legend Lbm:[/color][/b]
They're saying that FHT/ELITE is dead!?! Could it be possible? That the greatest fucking wrestling programme that has ran eight years is calling it a day!?! How shit is this...? You know this could be a really sad sombre night where we all sit around and bow our heads and think about how great FHT/ELITE was and how we're all gonna miss it! OR.... Hahaha...

OR... We could make this last night, a night to truly remember! Lets do with FHT/ELITE what we did well for so many great years! Lets come out here - lets shoot to the high heavens about some of the assholes who have worked here for so long and lets go into that ring - fuck the script out the window and raise some fucking hell in the process! Lets spill the blood of our enemies and lets turn heel on our most respected loyal friends!

The crowd cheer as a huge FHT/ELITE chant goes out throughout the FHT Arena!!! Lbm chants along with the crowd as he readies himself to speak again!!!

The F'N Legend Lbm:[/color][/b]
You see if we only have one night left... Well then I have a hell of a lot of things I still wanna do. You see Keith Williams two months back just before FHT VII defeated me for the FHT Undisputed Championship!!! Surprise surprise - we all know what happens when Keith Williams wins a championship! He's no where to be found! Hence why this is dying - the FHT Undisputed Champion no showed his big title match with Blade at the ppv and aint been seen since winning he belt!!! So Keith Williams you useless bastard let me challenge you for the FHT Undisputed Championship tonite if you got the balls to even show up!

But I ain't done there... Cause we got NIN Horror! Remember that guy? I made him... remember? 2008 Feud of the Year!!! Back and forth swapping the ELITE Global & FHT Hardcore championships! Hell we were the only good thing on FHT/ELITE that year! He battered my kids... he ruined my wedding and impregnated my wife and then just when it couldnt get any crazier - I went and got myself killed (Its okay its on tv - its not real!). Well NIN Horror you have sat on the ELITE Heavyweight Championship and done nothing! Because without a Lbm carry job - son your just inadequate as a performer! Okay you were a big name in P2PW - but we all know the only reason guys got a push in P2PW was when the sucked off Mr Chris Lyle - Soul Reaper (obligatory mention buddy). Well P2PW died a long long time ago as did your career! NIN Horror tell you what - show up here tonite and I'll be quite happy to do double duty and beat your ass too!!!!

The crowd cheer again huge as Lbm has just challenged both world champions to title shots here tonite!!! Lbm isn't done yet!!![/color][/b]

The F'N Legend Lbm:[/color][/b]
Fuck the script... Fuck getting premission!!! Ace Andrews you little bollocks weasel!!! You wanna show up here too you little bastard - well I'll kick your ass also cause I am pissed off that you and your little boy Max Venom fucked up what could have been another year at least for this company!!! You and your little bullshitty 51% Majority Shareholder schtick... fact is 51% of a dying company aint worth a damn you little virgin!

TONITE FHT/ELITE will go out on a high... Lets get this fucking show started!!!

[Mr. Monday Night]

Headstrong Blasts Throughout the FHT Arena as every fan jumps to their feet at the sound of familiar music. Everyone's eyes including LBM's eyes are glued to the entrance way expecting a certain someone to come out.

Then, MMN busts through the curtains a huge pop. LBM stands in the ring just staring at MMN in either shock or disbelief. MMN makes his way to the ring greeting fans and grabs another mic from ringsid and slides into the ring.

Well, well, well look who we have here. The F'n Legend LBM!!! Alright I'm going to cut straight to the point, the reason I'm here is because I heard something was going down and that FHT/Elite was over!? Well so I decided to jump on the next plane here to be sure that this show was getting the love and support it deserved. LBM, I know you loved FHT/Elite with a passion, and that you would kill anybody if it came to it. That is what wrestling is about right, passion. Doing what you love to do most! Well how about we do what you and ME love doing most and that is to give it our all in our very last match in FHT/Elite. You can book me in any match you want, I'll take it on. Just remember, I haven't gotten old yet!

MMN then backs up into the corner and awaits a response from either LBM or anyone else backstage.


TBC

[Trey Spruance]

Backstage at the FHT/Elite arena, a black van with flames painted on the side pulls into the parking lot. The door opens and the heavy as hell, blasting death metal sound of Cannibal Corpse is heard. An empty carton of cigarettes and a beer can are chucked out… and out walks Trey “The Dude” Spruance, sporting a grizzly beard and his signature dreadlocks.

Trey opens another pack of smokes and lights one before walking over to the current bill for tonights show.

Trey: Last show? Well… I’ll be fucked… Literally. Well this is interesting indeed. I leave because of circumstances beyond my control and come back to… Man, this sucks!

Trey kicks over a garbage bin and starts a fire with the remains.

Trey: I may as well go all feral and caveman! What the fuck do I do without FHT/Elite?! Where can I go when I need to attack someone with baseball bats legally??? For crying out loud this is blasphemy, this is the work of SATAN!!!

“Sick” Nick sees Trey huddled around the fire looking like a crazy man and hands him a beer.

Nick: Dude… Calm the fuck down will you? At least you made it back for the finale hey?

Trey opens the can and downs half of it in one.

Trey: “Sick” Nick you evil man… THIS IS NON-ALCOHOLIC!!!

“Sick” Nick laughs and runs off.

Trey is fuming now.

Trey: That’s it. I am so gonna kick someones ass tonight!

[The F'N Legend Lbm]

ACE ANDREWS OFFICE

We cut to the backstage area moments after Trey "The Dude" Spruance's & Mister Monday Night's shocking returns to the FHT Arena were 51% Majority Shareholder Ace Andrews is "MISSING". We see his empty office with a big picture of himself now with a pair of glasses and moustache graphitted on!

LEVIANTOR, Ace Andrew's unover bodyguard that no one cared about walks in wearing a suit and tie and sits in Ace Andrews chair and addresses senior referee Harry Hebner and longtime ELITE commentator Rachel Beckett!!![/color][/b]

Leviantor: In Ace Andrews' extended absense I Leviantor have taken charge of 51% Majority Shares of this company! Tonite we have brought back two great huge outstanding names in FHT/ELITE history! Two men who had this company survived would have been main eventing future FHT/ELITE shows and made us loads of money!

Harry Hebner: Trey Spruance & Mister Monday Night? Are you for real... I mean these guys were crap!!!

Leviantor: Your an ignorant man Harry Hebner!!! But that is niether here nor there!!! Tonite MISTER MONDAY NIGHT asked for a match and since Trey Spruance is on the non alcholic stuff tonite... These two will collide in a one on one match for a title... Is the ELITE Global Honored Crown still vacant?

Rachel Beckett: I believe it is yes...

Leviantor: Then it will happen!!! The ELITE Global Honored Crown returns tonite with Trey Spruance versus Mister Monday Night!!! DONE!!!

[The F'N Legend Lbm]

[Backstage cameras catch up with The H8Klub as they are heading to the ring]

Wally Wilson: Looks like the H8Klub is heading out here.

A-Damn Hater: This should be good, they always have something up their sleeves.

Gary King: I just hope that they don't ruin this great night, they love doing that crap.

Harold Gunther IV: I wonder who will step up and face these degenerates tonight.

"Hate Me now" by Nas and Diddy, hits the PA and the crowd knows who it is before they even step on the stage. The crowd begins to chant, "H8Klub Sucks" as D'Mac leads the way to the ring with Alex, Taxx and Shalonda following him down tot he ring. D'Mac grabs a mic and gest in the ring, he taunts the crowd for a few moments and then begins to speak.

D'Mac:
So the time has come for the final show in this company, eh...who'd have thought that the doors on this piss poor company would finally close down. [crowd begins booing] Oh, please don't try and sit up here and act like Fht will be missed, you all know it and I know it that this comapny may have helped kick start Elite, but it was no competiton for Elite, or wXw or hell any other comapny. This company is nothing more then a court jester, always has been and always will be a big fuckin joke! Sure I signed a contract but that's when I thought that this company could be something more and something that millions of fans would want to be apart of and could be a contender, damn was I wrong. Let me just end this so I get down to the real reason I came out here.

[Crowd: boo...boo..boo]

Gary King:
You see that's what I am talking about, this is suppose to be a history making night and these ass...

Harold Gunther IV:
Calm down King, before you blow a vessal. I'm sure that some of the Legends here tonight would love to shut them up.

D'Mac:
Now, on to the real reason we are out here. For as long as I have been apart of FhT, I have been looked over and left off shows and just disrespected beyond all means. When Shalonda, Taxx and Alex came; they got hit with the same type of disrespect and well tonight that ends...you see, we issued a challenge to any 4 to face us and well as I can tell nobody has stepped up yet to answer the challenge, which is very sad. I just came out here and ran down this piss poor, pussy ass of a company and nobody from FhT or even Elite that wants to come down an "defend their territory". What a shame, I mean, anybody. It could be stage hands, production crew, hotdog salesmen or even 4 lonely, punk commentators seated behind me.

[The H8Klub turns it's attention to Garry King, Harold Gunther IV, A-Damn Hater and Wally Wilson. The crowd begins chanting "F..h..T", as D'Mac begins to taunt the commentators. Alex takes the mic and begins to trash talk]

A. Young:
Hey, how's bout you 4 pussies face us tonight? Step up and defnd the honor of your precius company and "teach us a lesson". That is if you have the balls to...

[Gary King and stands up and has to be reframed by Gunther, and Hater. Wally Wilson, then stands and grabs a live mic and begins to talk]

Wilson:
You know what I have had just about enough of this bull! You come out here and run you mouth about a company that has made stars and also produced Legends. You think that fighting us will cement your "legacies"? If you trully think that then your dumber then i ever thought you were.

[At that moment, Alex and Taxx go to the outside and approach the annouce table. Security tries to hold back Taxx and Alex but Taxx and Alex simply toss them to the side and get face to face with the commentators. Taxx then hauls off and sucker punches Wilson in the face as more security comes running down to the ring and stop any further violence. Wilson is knocked out of his chair and is looked upon by his fellow commentators as Alex and Taxx laugh it off and head back in the ring. D'Mac grabs the mic and speaks again]

D'Mac:
So who's dumber now? You see, i'm not even mad at Gary and Wally, least they had some ball to "step up" to us, unlike anybody else. Well, this has been fun but since we have nobody to step up to challenge us them we as a collected whole will go backstage and beat the living crap out of any and every "star", "legend" and has been in this bitch made company.

[Mac then drops the mic and the 4 of them leave the ring when suddenly, the lights go out and a scream is heard as "Enemy" by Fozzy hits the PA and as the lights pop back on Taxx and Alex are knocked out on the outside while Shalonda is nowhere in sight. The crowd then pops as D'Mac is staggering to get up and waiting for him to turn around are 2 masked men who then execute a perfect 3D! D'Mac is down on the ground and laid out as the masked men then leave throught the crowd! The crowd is jumping and on it's feet and just when it looked as if the damage was done the lights go out again and when they pop on a man is standing on the top rope and looking down on the fallen D'Mac. His face is covers by a mask as well, he then signals for the end f D'Mac and then his a devastaing Senton Bomb! Mac is writhing in pain and the masked man then unties the mask and pulls it off to expose himself as..."The Silent Shot" Phillip Young! The former member of the H8K has just done more damage to the Leader of the H8Klub. The crowd has erupted with cheers and as Young leaves the ring and pas the fallen and bloody H8Klub members on the outside, he walks up the ramp and at the top then yells out..."]

P. Young: F...h...T!

[Scene ends with EMT's working on the H8K as the scene switches backsatge]

[Ninja/Killer]

The Wild Childs and Angelica Demonica are in the ring. Angelica wears a Black Tank Top with a White Skull on the Front, Black Skirt and Black Boots. Zero has the mic in his hands.

Zero:Jamie Coleson, this has gone on long enough, its time we end this thing once and for all tonight, so get your little punk ass out here and get the final ass kicking you so rightfully deserve.

"Just One" hits as from the back comes Jamie Coleson. Coleson wears Black Shorts, Black Wrist Tape and Black Boots. Coleson charges into the ring but is attacked by the Wild Childs as the bell sounds.

DING DING DING

Zero and Brody stomp and pound on Coleson. They take him up and whip him to the ropes. Coleson comes off the ropes and ducks a Double Clothesline attempt. Coleson comes off the ropes and hits a Double Flying Clothesline on both Zero and Brody. Coleson gets to his feet and meets a recovering Zero with a Jumping Knee. Brody gets to his feet and is met with a Jumping Knee himself. Angelica is on the ring apron but Coleson walks twoards her. Angelica tries taking a swing but Coleson grabs her arm and pulls her into the ring. Angelica tries begging Coleson off but Coleson is shaking his head. Coleson grabs Angelica by the hair and brings her to her feet. Coleson holds Angelica by the hair and holds out his fist. Zero and Brody are up however and nail Double High Kicks to the back of Coleson's head. Zero turns Coleson around and lifts him up in an Elevated Position as Brody grabs Coleson and hits a Spike DDT. Zero and Brody get up and pose with Angelica as....

"Godzilla Theme" hits before going into "War Machine" as the crowd erupts for Killer. Killer heads down to the ring and rolls in.

Brody and Zero stand still for a second as Angelica leaves the ring. Brody charges but walks into an Overhead Belly to Belly Suplex from Killer. Zero tries a Leg Lariat but Killer catches him and hits a Back Breaker. Killer then throws Zero onto his shoulders and hits a Samoan Drop. Brody has rolled into a corner. Killer gets up and places his boot across Brody's face and starts scraping it. Killer comes off the opposite ropes and hits a Running Ohtani Kick for the Killdozer. Killer holds up a finger signaling for one more as the crowd applauds. Killer runs to the ropes but Angelica grabs his boot. Killer turns around and exits the ring as Angelica tries begging him off but Killer starts chasing her around the ring. Angelica runs into the ring as Killer follows. Angelica tries crawling out of the ring but Killer grabs her boot. Angelica is still trying to crawl away but rolls onto her back and blows mist into Killers face. Killer is blinded as Zero gets on his feet and hits a Complete Shot. Coleson is staggering up to his feet as Zero is sizing him up for a Complete Shot. Coleson gets to his feet as Zero grabs him for a Complete Shot but Coleson knees him repeatedly in the stomach then hits a Snap Suplex. Brody has pulled himself up to his feet in the corner as Coleson charges and goes for a Yakuza Kick in the corner but Brody moves out of the way as Coleson crotches himself. Brody grabs Coleson and hits a Back Suplex. Brody gestures to Zero to set up for their finisher . Brody takes Coleson off the mat and whips him to the ropes. Coleson comes off as Brody lifts him up in an Elevated Position but Coleson hits a Tornado DDT on Brody. Zero who was standing behind Brody is shocked as Killer is behind Zero and locks on the Killmission, Brody has staggered to his feet as Coleson winds up and hits a Spinning Back Fist. Killer has weakened Zero and turns him in poisition as Coleson hooks him and hits a Dragon Suplex. 1,2,3!!!!!!

Jane:Here are your winners Jamie Coleson and Killer.

The crowd applauds as Killer raises Coleson's arm up in the air. Killer then taps Coleson's chest as Angelica is on the outside of the ring upset with what happened. Coleson celebrates his victory of the Wild Childs as Angelica rolls into the ring and tries to attack him but is tripped by Coleson. Coleson then grabs Angelica and spanks her ass a few times then throws her to the mat. Killer and Coleson celebrate again as the show cuts to a backstage segment.

[The F'N Legend Lbm]

{Scene opens up in the boiler room of MSG and it is filled with smoke and the hissing of the pipes, the camera then zooms in on some action going on down there. Shalonda is spotted tied up to a chair and blindfolded, she is surrounded in darkness except for the "interrogation light" looming over her head. Nobody is around till a voice of a woman is heard}

Woman:
Well looks like Shalonda won't make the match tonight. You see girly, your husband and those 2 other idiots won't feel any better after the beatdown my boys give them tonight. Oh, but where are my manners... Shalonda, I know you can't see me, but you can hear me...my name is.. Arrianna Benjamin. It's possible you remember me from ELite, but if you don't then that will soon change. See, tonight while your buddies were geting beaten down, I snatched you up and brought you back here.

{Arrianna then takes off the blindfold and steps into frame where Shalonda looks at her and her eyes grow wide with shock. Arrianna then begins to strock the hair of Shalonda and then continues}

Arrianna:
You see, Shalonda you will be back here while I along with...well these 3 men.

{Arianna signals for somebody to step forward. Suddenly, 2 men in masks appear and as then stand there they take off their masks to reveal themselves as former Elite stars... The Shoot-Squad, Jayson Bosh & Scotty Benjamin. the men laugh at what Arianna has done to Shalonda. Then suddenly a door slams shut and footsteps are heard coming closer and that's when the light popped off and then popped back on and standing in front of Shalonda is former H8Klub member, Phillip Young. He has this look on his face that could make the most hardened criminal's blood turn cold. Shalonda's face turns pale and she then faints. Young, wakes her up with a slap across the face and she cries out}

P. Young:
Shut the hell up. So you thought along with them fools that I was done and gone forever after what yall did to me, well guess what I am back and tonight; I shall finish whata ya'll started. Shalonda, tonight I am going to end your husband's career and then I am going to do something, I swore I would never do and that is take my brother out and then send him home back to Phoenix in a body cast. So before the night is over, you along with the H8Klub will trully know what Hate is really about.

{Young then backs off into the darkness, as Shalonda is left in the boiler room, seemingly alone and without as way to get to her husband as the scene fades to black}

[The F'N Legend Lbm]

As we come back from commercial break there seems to be trouble in the back , there seems to be a cameraman running to catch what is going on....as the camera is turned to the trouble we see none other than Crusher Casey .....[/color][/b]

Crusher:[/color] WHY WON'T YOU LET ME IN YOU SON OF A BITCH...DO YOU KNOW WHO I AM, DO YOU REALIZE WHAT I WILL DO TO YOU IF I'M NOT LET IN.....

Security:[/color] Sorry Mr. Casey, we were told not to let you in tonight..

Crusher: WHY THE FUCK NOT...I BELONG HERE, I HELPED BUILD THIS PLACE , YOU FIND THE ASSHOLE WHO TOLD YOU THIS SHIT, AND YOU FUCKING BRING HIM HERE AND LET HIM TELL ME, THAT'S IF HE HAS THE FUCKING BALLS TO SAY IT TO ME FACE TO FACE.....

The scene fades with the security guard running towards the locker room.....{fade to black}

[Trey Spruance]

The intro riff to “Walk” by Pantera hits and out walks Trey Spruance, still drinking the non-alcoholic beer “Sick” Nick gave him.

Gary King: I expect The Dude is only drinking that because he has nothing else.

Wally Wilson: I’d like to say otherwise but you’re probably right.

Headstrong hits the arena and Mr. Monday Night comes running down the ramp.

Announcer: This match is scheduled for one fall, it is a NO DQ rules match and is for the ELITE Global Honored Crown!

Trey punches MMN in the jaw and the bell rings!

Wally Wilson: The Dude with an early attack…

MMN dropkicks Trey in the chest and he flops over the top rope and out of the ring.

Wally: Explosive dropkick from MMN!

Gary King: This guys good, I hope he beats Trey’s drug addled brain!

Trey is getting to his feet but MMN is already behind him. He grabs him by the dreads and throws him face first into the outside turnbuckle.

Wally: MMN in control still, He’s got The Dude to his feet… but a reversal by The Dude, Russian legsweep into the crowd barrier!

Trey gets up looking angry and goes under the ring. To his surprise, he pulls out a full bottle of vodka.

Gary King: Vodka under the ring? Where the FHT/Elite ring crew having some fun before the show???

Trey shrugs and takes a gulp of the foul liquid before smashing the bottle over MMN’s head, drenching him in vodka!

Gary King: MMN’s gonna smell like an alcoholic!

Wally: Not to mention having a bad headache!

Trey turns to grab a chair from under the ring, while he’s doing so MMN gets up, pulling broken glass out of his bleeding forehead.

Wally: Trey turns around with the chair… Spinning kick from MMN!

The impact of MMN’s kick forces the steel into Trey’s head and the collision floors him.

Wally: MMN rolls Trey into the ring and goes for the cover.

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2…



Kick out!

Gary King: MMN might just have this one already. Speaking of which, he’s coming over here for…

Wally: For the championship! MMN has grabbed the ELITE Global Honored Crown and is looking back and forth between the ring and it.

Gary King: Why is he walking away? What the fuck?

Wally: MMN has realized that this is the last show and can’t be bothered to fight for it, he’s simply taking it!

Gary King: Not so fast! It’s LBM!!!

LBM runs down the ramp just as MMN is walking up it, and connects a stiff big boot to MMN’s head.

Wally: LBM throws the ELITE Global Honored Crown back in the ring and rolls MMN back in too!

Trey is on his feet now looking disorientated…. He turns around to see MMN getting to his feet…

Wally: DDT! DDT onto the ELITE Global Honored Crown!!! Trey Spruance just drove MMN’s head straight into what they’re fighting over!

Gary king slaps his forehead.

Gary King: Well that makes the whole thing pointless, look, it’s ruined even! It’s in pieces!

Trey rolls MMN over and makes the cover.

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2…


3!!!

Wally: It’s over, Trey is the ELITE Global Honored Crown champion!

Trey scrapes the pieces of the ELITE Global Honored Crown together and walks up the ramp while the crowd cheer. LBM gets in the ring and grabs a mic.

LBM: MMN I’m sorry I had to do that, but I couldn’t have the grand finale of FHT/Elite ruined by someone walking out on a championship match, especially if they’re trying to steal it!
LBM throws down the mic and the crowd cheer as we go to commercial break.

["Sick" Nick™]

As FHT & ELITE: 4 LIFE comes back from an emotional video recapping the history, the stage is set up for The Hardcore Show w/ “Sick” Nick. A wooden table is set up on the stage, wrapped in barbwire with a steel chair behind it. Two more steal chairs are set up next to the table. On the other side of the stage is a drum set with The Hardcore Show logo on it. Mr. Monday Night is siting down on the chair farthest from the table and Robert Stackowitz walks to the front of the stage with a microphone.

Wally Wilson:
Wow. Look at that. It looks like we are going to be treated to one final Hardcore Show!

Gary King:
It’s been years since we’ve seen one. I can’t wait!

Robert Stackowitz:
From New York, The Hardcore Show staring “Sick” Nick.

Robert Stackowitz:
This is Robert Stackowitz with Mr. Monday Night inviting you to join Nick and his guests. And now Ladies and Gentlemen, heeeeeeeeeee . . .

All of a sudden from backstage…

“Sick” Nick:
Enough, enough.

Nick walks out onto the stage.

“Sick” Nick:
Thanks Stacks, but it’s not needed.

Nick turns his attention to the crowd as he stands in front of the barbwire wrapped table. “Sick” Nick looks depressed.

“Sick” Nick:
I’m sorry folks. Tonight’s Hardcore Show is cancelled. I was going to have my final opponent on for my last match before retirement. I was even going to talk about my new book that is coming out, He’s Hardcore: A Love Story About A Man And His Barbwire.

Nick lackluster-ly holds up his book.

“Sick” Nick:
But all of that is not going to happen, because I don’t have a final opponent. Nik… Or The Joker/_the j-man… Whatever… No showed me months ago. Then I had a verbal agreement with David… But he is nowhere to be found. . . . .

Nick pause a moment and sighs before finishing his statement.

“Sick” Nick:
So, unfortunately, I am officially . . . Retired…

The crowd erupts into boos, which is quickly followed up by a “PLEASE DON’T GO!!!” chant.

Crowd:
PLEASE DON’T GO!!! PLEASE DON’T GO!!! PLEASE DON’T GO!!! PLEASE DON’T GO!!! PLEASE DON’T GO!!! PLEASE DON’T GO!!! PLEASE DON’T GO!!! PLEASE DON’T GO!!! PLEASE DON’T GO!!! PLEASE DON’T GO!!!

Nick fights back tears.

“Sick” Nick (fighting to say his words over the noise of the crowd):
I’m sorry, but this is it. Thank! Thank you all!

Nick hangs his head as the fans continue to chant “PLEASE DON’T GO!!! PLEASE DON’T GO!!!” All of a sudden, Mr. Monday Night is knocked over as someone come running in from behind and cracks Nick in the back of the head with a steal chair. This man, whose face is covered up by a hood, lifts a dazed Nick up and slams him through the barbwire wrapped table with a Spin Buster! This unidentified man covers Nick and forces Robert Stackowitz to make the count.

Robert Stackowitz:
One… Two… Three . . .

The unidentified man grabs the FHT Hardcore Title (which was sitting on the barbwire wrapped table) and holds it up in as he stands over the now retired “Sick” Nick in victory.

Wally Wilson:
I can’t believe this!

Gary King:
Who is that? Can he just do that!?!

Wally Wilson:
It’s 24/7 Rules Gary. We have a new Hardcore Champion and I don’t know who it is!

Gary King:
This is not the way Nick wanted to go out. I mean in his official last match he is attacked from behind and… And well, that’s it. One, two, three, new champ!

The unidentified man heads to the back as Mr. Monday Night and Robert Stackowitz attend to Nick.

[venom]

WILSON: What a night! I'm really not sure what's going to happen...but it's bound to be huge!

HATER: No doubt....I think King has pissed his pants about four times during this show.

THE LIGHTS GO OUT.

BRING ME TO LIFE HITS AND THE CROWD GOES NUTS.

HATER: Holy shit! Venom is in the house!

VENOM COMES OUT ON THE RAMP. PYRO EXPLODES AND HE THROWS HORNS OUT TO THE AUDIENCE.

WILSON: After what's happened tonight, I got no idea what Venom is going to say or do!

VENOM COMES DOWN TO RINGSIDE AND ENTERS THE RING, GRABBING A MICROPHONE.

VENOM: Well, this is it. The last night of FHT/ELITE. I've said everything I wanted to say. I'm not making any more excuses. I came back because I wanted to. And I'm glad I did.

THE CROWD POPS HUGE.

VENOM: I admit...I had some really crappy ideas about how to roll out here tonight. I thought about doing some kind of VHT tribute thing and do my best Keanu Reeves impression. I even thought about calling up HBV1 and setting up a TLC match with my dead imaginary sister.

HATER: That shit is for the marks! big time!

VENOM: But no. No. I'm not going to do that. I'm not even going to question the fact that the FHT Undisputed Champ vanished without a trace....screwing Blade, screwing me...hell...screwing the entire FHT/ELITE fandom out of two great matches. And LBM....I wouldn't be holding your breath about Keith showing up for your match, either. He's probably on some beach somewhere, sipping one of those fruity drinks with an umbrella in it.

WILSON: Whoa! there's some venomous words coming from the Pit Viper.

VENOM: This is it. My last chance to do something HUGE. In a few months, I'm WWE bound. I got Shane O'Mac as my manager....and I'll be tearing it up old-school style. But tonight....by god, I want a match. And I want it with someone that has a little fucking honor. A little fucking dignity. Someone who won't blow town before it goes down.

HATER: There's my boy!

VENOM: Check this out..... This goes to ANYONE in the back. The Pit Viper has got an offer that you just can't refuse. Above the ring....I got the actual Triple Cell that Edgecutioner and I tore it up in. And tonight.....for one last time....I'm gonna make someone FAMOUS.

WILSON: My GOD...the crowd is going INSANE. Venom has called for the TRIPLE CELL DEATHMATCH. That's three cages stacked on top of each other....

HATER: And the only damn way to win is to escape!

KING: Can I talk here? That's a brutal, evil structure that stands nearly four stories tall! It's scraping the roof of the FHT/ELITE arena now!

VENOM: That's not all. I'm calling out to LBM. THe only man in the fed that had the BALLS to meet me in that ring. He came out here and challenged BOTH champs to put up or shut up. You know what? I like that. I like that a lot. So....LBM. I'm thinking how amazingly funny it would be if the F'IN LEGEND walked out of here with both straps on his shoulders. So...I'm gonna take your advice. If EITHER one of those CHIMPS...I mean CHAMPS....show up at the arena tonight....I swear by everything evil and heel that I am going to do EVERYTHING in my power to make sure you win both matches.

KING: Waitaminute....does this mean Venom just went heel?

HATER: Does it even fuckin' matter?

WILSON: I think Venom just literally put a hit on both the FHT and the ELITE champions! Keith Williams and NIN Horror are now marked men! That will teach them to miss a few tapings!

VENOM: I'm not done yet. Since I am a smarky evil heel now, I need the blessings of the ultimate heel of all time.....HOLLYWOOD HULK HOGAN!!!!

VOODOO CHILD HITS AND HOGAN COMES DOWN TO RINGSIDE.

HATER: Damn. I guess he's REALLY gone evil now if he wants the blessings of Hogan!

HOGAN: THIS ONE GOES OUT TO ALL THE HULKSTERS AND HULKAMANIACS OUT THERE! TNA IS GONNA RULE THE WORLD!

Venom looks out over the crowd.

VENOM: On second thought, I was always a Sting fan.

VENOM PULLS A TASER FROM HIS JACKET AND PUTS HOGAN ON THE MAT.

VENOM: BRING OUT THE FHT/ELITE MIDGETS!!!!

HATER: Look at that! It's the entire FHT/ELITE midget crew! Lil' Trippy! Lil' Sick Nick! Lil'.....oh you know!

KING: And even Lil' LBM! And look, they've got little Louisville Sluggers!

THE FHT/ELITE MIDGETS PUT A SERIOUS BEATING ON HOGAN TO HUGE POP.

VENOM: This is just the beginning!

VENOM SPRAYPAINTS FHT/ELITE ON HOGAN'S BACKSIDE.

VENOM: AND BY THE WAY, BROTHA....I SLEPT WITH YOUR WIFE...AND DAUGHTER...BOTH AT THE SAME TIME!! I'M EVIL, BITCHES! EVIL!!!!!!!!!

THE CROWD GOES INSANE.

HATER: Venom and the midgets are heading up the ramp, leaving Hogan a beaten mess! Jesse Ventura is laughing his ass off somewhere!!

KING: Venom's definately lost it! What will this new, superheel Pit Viper do to FHT/ELITE on it's last night?

WILSON: I can't wait!!!!!

FHT/ELITE GOES TO COMMERCIAL.....

[venom]

WE NOW RETURN TO FHT/ELITE....

HURRICANE HELMS, IN THE GUISE OF A MILD-MANNERED FHT/ELITE INTERVIEWER, JUMPS INTO FRAME.

HELMS: Greetings, Citizens. I am your trusty interviewer, ready to report all the goings on backstage at FHT/ELITE!

WE SEE A LIMO PULLING UP TO THE CURB.

HELMS: Huzzah! It's the obligatory limo! Who will be in it? What ramifications could this have on tonight's show? What color underwear am I wearing? Who knows?

THE LIMO DOOR OPENS....

HELMS: WOW! It's the Nature Boy Ric Flair!

FLAIR WALKS BY WITH HUGE POP.

FLAIR: WHOOOOOOOOOOO!

HELMS: Whoooo, indeed. Whoooo, indeed. Truer words were never said....I mean, whoooed. Wait, someone else is getting out of the limo!

TED TURNER GETS OUT OF THE LIMO, HOLDING HANDS WITH VINCE MCMAHON. THEY SKIP BY THE CAMERA

HELMS: Unbelievable! Simply unbelievable! Wait...someone else is getting out of the limo!

BRET HART GETS OUT OF THE LIMO.

HELMS: Bret Hart....do you have anything to say to all the citizens out there?

BRET: Yeah. Montreal was a work.

Bret walks out of frame.

HELMS: Unbelievable and more unbelievable! What other wrestling kayfabe will be destroyed tonight on this program?

FROM OUT OF NOWHERE, VENOM RUNS OVER THE LIMO WITH THE NWO MONSTER TRUCK.

VENOM: HAHAHAHA! EVIL! I SAID I WAS EVIL, BITCHES! EVILLLLLLLLLLL!

HELMS: We now return you to your regularly scheduled commercials!

[Absolute Horror]

Wally Wilson: Ladies and gentlemen we’re being told that a helicopter is approaching our location!

Gary King: We will now send you to Harold Gunther IV live from—our roof!

The scene goes to the roof of the FHT Arena where Harold and a team of event staff are standing by. A helicopter is getting ready to land on the roof as Harold starts shouting to be heard.

Harold Gunther IV: That’s right guys, a helicopter is indeed getting ready to land on the roof of our building. As you can see a red carpet is leading from the doorway to get up here to where it looks like the helicopter is going to land. Somebody planned this entrance, but right now we can only guess who is in that chopper.

Harold turns back around as the helicopter touches down. He and the staff proceed as the copter settles and the blades begin to slow down. Harold waits with his mic as a staffer opens the passenger door. The fans in the arena erupt in boos as ELITE World Heavyweight Champion NIN Horror steps out onto the red carpet. NIN is wearing black boots, a distressed white dress shirt tucked into tight black jeans, a studded black leather moto jacket, studded black leather driving gloves, studded black shades, and a scowl. NIN walks on the red carpet and then turns around to confirm that the staff is getting his bags. They follow NIN as he starts walking for the door to the building. Harold walks next to him.

Harold: NIN, what are your plans for the final FHT/ELITE show?

NIN Horror: I’m going to defend my title and become the final ELITE World Heavyweight Champion.

Harold: Who is your opponent?

NIN Horror: The only person here, other than myself, who has both the talent and the class to deserve a shot at the belt, Red Ninja.

Harold: How was Red Ninja chosen for the final title match?

NIN Horror: He was the obvious choice, the only choice. Red Ninja is the only man here with the dignity becoming of a champion, and he’s the only one here who stands a chance against me. He defended the FHT Undisputed Title against me a while back, now I’m going to return the favor.

Harold: Do you have any predictions for the match?

NIN Horror: A, I’m going to win. B, it’ll be the only thing worth watching on this whole pathetic program.

They pause as a stage hand opens the door to the building.

Harold: Earlier tonight Lbm—

NIN puts up his hand to Harold.

NIN Horror: Don’t care.

Harold: But—

NIN Horror: Let me guess, ‘blah blah blah, Lbm good, NIN bad, blah blah blah.’

Harold: Well—

NIN Horror: Was I close?

Harold: Well Lbm did run down your reign as champion and challenged to fight you.

NIN Horror: So indeed, more broken record Dijon. I don’t have to defend my accomplishments to anyone, especially him. And I highly doubt he’ll try to cross me tonight. He’ll probably try to stay at the opposite end of the building as soon as I walk inside it.

Harold: Venom has said he’ll help Lbm if you two do mix it up, any worries about this threat?

NIN Horror: Of course not. Unlike these two morons I have business here. I have a title to defend, and I have an opponent. I’m going out on top, which is more than I can say about everything else.

NIN walks through the doorway and into the FHT Arena. Harold turns to the camera as the stage hands follow NIN with his luggage.

Harold: Well you heard it here first folks. Tonight, one-on-one, NIN Horror and Red Ninja in the final ELITE World Heavyweight Title Match. Stay tuned.

FHT/ELITE 4 Life goes to the next segment…

[venom]

HATER: We're back, bitches! The game is off the hook here! NIN Horror just showed up in a helicopter and announced that he's challenging Red Ninja for the title!

JIM ROSS: That's right BAWGAWD! That NIN Horror is crazier than a pet coon! He's gonna whip Red Ninja like a government mule. BARBEQUE SAUCE!!! SLOBBERKNOCKER!!!! BAWWGAWWDDDD!!!!

HATER: Exactly why in the hell are you here, you cowboy-hat wearing cracker?

KING: Apparently Venom had him flown in, just for this appearance. Something about bringing tonight's show back to it's hardcore roots.

WILSON: And that is gonna happen! The Triple Cell is hanging above this ring, and that just-turned-heel Pit Viper is running around the arena, just waiting for someone to step up and challenge!

JIM ROSS: BAWWWGAWWWDDDD!!!!

KING: Hold on....I just heard something is going on backstage!


A TANK PULLS UP TO THE BACK OF THE ARENA, MASHING EVERYHING IN IT'S PATH.

HATER: Now that's a way to make an appearance! Who the hell could that be?

THE TANK OPENS UP AND DX GETS OUT.

JIM ROSS: BAWWW GAWWWDDD...THE WWE UNIFIED TAG CHAMPS ARE HERE BAWW GAWWDDDD!!!!

TRIPLE H: All right, all right, we're here.

VENOM WALKS UP TO HUGE POP FROM THE AUDIENCE.

VENOM: NO DAMMIT...YOU PEOPLE ARE SUPPOSED TO BOO! I'M EVIL, NOW BITCHES!!!!!! EVIL!!!

SHAWN: Um.....I think you might as well get used to it. I mean, I wiped my butt with a Canadian flag and I still get cheered.

VENOM: Wait a minute....I mean...hey...it's great you two showed up, but I called for a Clique reunion.

TRIPLE H: Man, there isn't a Clique. We just went out at MSG because we like hugging big sweaty guys.

VENOM: Oh.. ok. So are you guys gonna hang or what?

SHAWN: Yeah. You gonna go after that Hardcore Title?

VENOM: Nah. Let's go look for LBM. I promised him that he'd walk out tonight with both titles.......and I always keep my promises.

VENOM AND D-X WALK BACK TO THE LOCKER ROOM.