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Post by "Sick" Nick™ on Nov 12, 2007 12:02:30 GMT -5
Jane McNeal: The following contest is a Barbed Wire Match for the FHT HARDCORE CHAMPIONSHIP ! ! !
The crowd goes nuts.
Jane McNeal: Introducing first the challenger, hailing from The Pit of Despair . . . SOUL REAPER ! ! !
“Down” by Motograter starts to play as the fans turn their attention to the ramp. Soul Reaper walks out on to the stage, cracking his knuckles. He walks down the ramp with his hooded draped over his head. As Reaper gets in the ring, he squats down in the corner, waiting for the Hardcore Champion to emerge.
Jane McNeal: And the champion, hailing from New York City, New York . . . “SICK” NICK ! ! !
“Down With The Sickness” by Disturbed starts to play as the fans start to cheers. Nick walks out with a determined look on his face and the Hardcore Championship on his shoulder. Nick drops the title and race towards the ring. As Nick hits the ring, he slides in under the barbed wire and instantly pops up.
Wally Wilson: It looks like this match is on!
Nick tackles Reaper into the mat as the two roll around. The two continually swap advantage points as each get on top and start to pound away. Julio Garcia tries to separate the two, but knocked on his back side for his troubles.
Wally Wilson: These two are just going at each other with vengeance!
Gary King: You’re right. And can you blame either? Both have attacked each other from behind. Now they get to go at it face to face.
“Sick” Nick finally gets the better of Soul Reaper as he whales away on Reaper’s face with right hands. Nick then forcefully places his forearm over Reaper’s throat to choke him out. Julio Garcia pleads with Nick to get off, but with a Barbed Wire Match, there are no rules. Finally, Nick leaps off and heads to the outside, where he starts to fill the ring with weapons, like chairs, tables and a ladder.
Wally Wilson: It looks like it’s time this match started to get hardcore!
“Sick” Nick slides back into the ring and picks up a chair. Reaper, who was slowly getting up while Nick was on the outside, is now up. Nick spins Reaper around and takes a swing at him with the chair, but Reaper ducks it. As Nick turns around, Reaper kicks Nick in the stomach. Nick drops the chair and Reaper hits an Evenflow DDT right on top of the chair.
Gary King: Great move there by Reaper.
Wally Wilson: Yea, I think Reaper sensed that one coming.
Reaper gets up and lifts Nick up. He tries to rake Nick’s face across the barbed wire, but Nick grabs hold of the barbed wire and pushes away.
Gary King: Look at Nick’s hands. They are starting to bleed from the barbs!
“Sick” Nick swings his leg back and cracks Reaper right between the legs. Reaper lets go and Nick checks on his hands. As Reaper is stumbling around, grabbing his crotch, Nick winds up and levels him with a clothesline. Still feeling the barbs in his hands, Nick shakes his hands as he gets up. Nick grabs the ladder, slams it into Reaper’s chest a few times before leaning it up against the corner. As Reaper starts to get up, Nick kicks him in the chest with a soccer like kick, the Irish Whips him face first into the ladder. As Reaper hits the ladder, Nick follows behind him and sandwiches him into the ladder with all his body weight. Reaper uses the ladder to hold his body up as “Sick” Nick quickly grabs a chair and sets it up right behind Reaper. Nick quickly takes a few steps back, and then charges at the chair. He leaps up onto the chair, and then leaps off, hitting a Spinning Side Kick to the back of Reaper’s head, crushing it into the ladder.
Crowd: HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!!
As Nick comes crashing down from the move, he scraps his back up against the barbed wire, cutting him up. Nick quickly goes for a cover.
Julio Garcia: One… Two…
Gary King: Reaper kicks out!
Nick lifts Reaper up, but Reaper stops him with a punch to the midsection. Reaper drops back to the mat as Nick stumbles backwards. “Sick” Nick goes back to Reaper to pick him up again, but gets a kick to the midsection, stopping him in his tracks. Reaper kicks him square in the face, flipping Nick onto his back. Reaper grabs a chair and goes to take a swing at Nick, but Nick hits a drop toehold, sending the chair flying and Reaper face first into the mat. “Sick” Nick gets up, but is quickly chopped down to his knees as Reaper kicks him in the back of his leg. The two get up into a fighting stance, staring at each other like an old western showdown.
Wally Wilson: Listen to these fans cheer this back and forth action!
Soul Reaper and “Sick” Nick circle each other as if the match is starting over. The two tie up, with Reaper getting the better of Nick and pushing him back first into the barbed wire. Nick lets out a grunt as Reaper pushes harder. Reaper pushes Nick off the barbed wire and whips him across the ring. As Nick gets close to the ropes, he slides on the mat so he doesn’t hit the wire. As Nick gets up, he is leveled with a clothesline. Reaper grabs a table and sets it up in the middle of the ring before laying Nick on top. He lands a few shoots to the chest to keep Nick down before setting the ladder up next to the table. Soul Reaper climbs the ladder looking for a Frog Splash. But just as Reaper is about to leaps of the ladder, Nick moves. Reaper leaps off, but catches himself just in time and lands on his feet. Nick takes a swing, but Reaper ducts it. As Reaper comes up behind Nick, Nick turns around into a Flipping Belly-To-Belly Suplex, back first through the table. A huge cheer erupts from the crowd.
Gary King: What a move there by Reaper. He caught himself in time and still made an impact move.
As “Sick” Nick is lying there holding his back, Reaper drops an elbow into Nick’s chest. Soul Reaper gets up, grabs another table and leans it up in the opposite corner. Reaper picks up a Singapore Cane before grabs Nick by the back of his neck and pulls him up. He sets Nick up and cracks him in the forehead with the cane, sending Nick stumbling back into the table. Reaper drops the cane and charges At Nick, but Nick moves and Reaper tackles the table, breaking it into two pieces. Julio Garcia checks on both men as they lie on the mat in pain.
Wally Wilson: Nick moved out of the just in time.
Gary King: Yea. Another split second and this match could have been over!
Both men start to get up. “Sick” Nick kicks Reaper in the midsection and locks him up in a Butterfly Lock. He holds tight and drops Reaper’s midsection onto his knee, then quickly pulls him up, synching him in a Butterfly Submission hold. He locks the hold in tight before slamming him head first into the mat with a Double Arm DDT.
Wally Wilson: What a great combination there. Nick calls that a Butterfly Combination.
Gary King: It is a great combination. With the knee to the unprotected midsection, followed by the submission hold, then followed by a Double Arm DDT… That just takes a toll on your whole body!
Nick slides under the barbed wire and starts to search under the ring.
Gary King: What’s he looking for now?
Wally Wilson: With Nick, you never know what kind of goodies he has under the ring.
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Post by "Sick" Nick™ on Nov 12, 2007 12:02:49 GMT -5
Nick comes out from under the ring with a pair of wire cutters, which he holds up to the crowd. The crowd explodes as they all know the barbed wire is about to be cut.
Gary King: That can’t be good for Reaper.
Nick slides in, and sees Reaper starting to stir. He whacks Reaper in the forehead with the handle of the cutters, knocking him back down to the mat. As “Sick” Nick is cutting at the barbed wire, Julio Garcia is pleading with him not to do it. But Nick continues to cut away as the entrance ramp side of the ring is almost completely clipped off. As Nick cuts off the last piece of barbed wire, he drops the wire cutters and starts to wrap the barbed wire around his body.
Crowd: HE’S HARDCORE!!! HE’S HARDCORE!!! HE’S HARDCORE!!!
Gary King: This guy is nuts!
Wally Wilson: Well that’s why they call him “SICK” Nick!
Reaper starts to pull himself up with the barbed wire ropes, on the opposite side of the ring. As Nick tucks the last piece of barbed wire in, he charges at Reaper. But Reaper drops back down, grabbing the top wire and pulling it down with him. Nick hits the top wire and flips over, falling to the outside. Reaper quickly gets up, grabs a chair and sets it up by the barbed wire ropes. Nick starts to pull himself up onto the announcer’s table.
Gary King: I don’t like the look in Reaper’s eye right now.
Reaper goes to the edge of the mat, where the barbed wire was cut off and runs towards the chair.
Wally Wilson: NO REAPER, DON’T DO IT ! ! !
Soul Reaper leaps up onto the chair, then leaps off the chair, onto the top wire. He catches his balance before leaping off again, and hitting a leg drop onto Nick’s head, through the announcer’s table!
Crowd: HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!!
Wally Wilson: OH MY GOD! Get Some Paramedics Out Here!
Gary King: Our Table!
Julio Garcia leaps out of the ring and quickly checks on both guys.
Crowd: HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!!
Gary King: These fans are going crazy!
Julio calls for some EMTs to come down as both men are laid out.
Wally Wilson: They are hurt.
Wally pulls off his head phones as you can hear him telling the EMTs that ‘They are hurt!’, over and over again. Meanwhile a replay is show from different angles during the match delay.
Gary King: I mean, this is crazy folks. Watch this move. From any angle, you know that has got to hurt.
A hush comes over the crowd as the two men continue to lay there. The EMTs continue to check on both of them, when finally Reaper starts to get up. The crowd starts to cheer as he is now sitting up.
Gary King: Well Reaper is up folks. That’s a good sign. But Nick is still down. He’s talk to the EMTs, but they are careful not to move him.
Finally after a minute, “Sick” Nick starts to get up. The EMTs are urging him to stay down, but he is just pushing them away. Reaper gets a smile on his face and heads into the ring. Nick is up now as Reaper taunts him to get back into the ring. The EMTs are trying to hold Nick back, but he pushes them aside and starts to climb in. The fans explode as the match continues!
Gary King: This is insane! They are going to continue on!
Wally gets back on mic.
Wally Wilson: These two guys are warriors! Nothing will stop them.
“Sick” Nick holds the back of his neck as he cracks it. The match starts anew again as Reaper and Nick circle each other before tying up. Again Reaper gets the better of Nick, locking him up in a side Head Lock.
Wally Wilson: Nick has a big target on his neck now and Reaper is wasting no time working on it!
Soul Reaper sends a few stiff punches To Nick’s face before hitting a Bulldog onto a chair. Reaper goes under the ring and pulls out a third table and sets it up near the ladder that is still standing in the ring. Reaper lays Nick, who is still wrapped in barbed wire, onto the table. Reaper climbs the ladder again, again looking for the Frog Splash. Reaper leaps off.
Gary King: DEATH FROM ABOVE!
Wally Wilson: NO! Nick moved! He’s still got some fight left in him!
Reaper crashes through the table just seconds after Nick rolls off. Nick looks up at the entrance way and motions to it.
Gary King: What’s he doing?
Wally Wilson: It looks like he’s calling for something.
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Post by "Sick" Nick™ on Nov 12, 2007 12:03:06 GMT -5
Just as Wally Wilson finishes his sentence, an ambulance comes screeching out.
Wally Wilson: Hey, that’s Mr. Monday Night in there!
Mr. Monday Night pulls the ambulance up to the ring and gets out. He opens up the back door and pulls out yet another table. He sets it up next to the ambulance, gives “Sick” Nick the thumbs up and then leaves.
Wally Wilson: Oh my God! He’s going to do it again!
Gary King: What do you mean?
Wally Wilson: In August of 2004, at Disposable Heroes, Nick had an ambulance at ringside with a table next to it too. But it was Nick that went through the table to end the match.
Gary King: That was over three years ago!
Wally Wilson: Yea, and I think he’s still looking for his revenge!
Nick gets up and lifts Reaper up to his feet. As he is pulling him over, Reaper drops down and hits a drop toehold, sending Nick face first into the hood of the ambulance. Reaper gets up, holding his stomach, and lifts Nick up.
Gary King: He’s looking to hit a Belly-To-Belly Suplex, onto the ambulance.
Wally Wilson: NO! Headbutt! Nick just Headbutted Reaper in the face!
“Sick” Nick switches the position, now with his back to the ambulance and hits a Belly-To-Belly Suplex onto the glass windshield of the ambulance!
Crowd: HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!!
Nick grabs Reaper, and rolls him up on top of the ambulance before taking a break. He crawls up on top with Reaper and slowly sticks Reapers head between his legs.
Wally Wilson: It’s deja vu all over again! Nick’s going to piledrive Reaper off the ambulance, through the table!
Gary King: NO! Low blow! Reaper just low blowed Nick!
Nick releases the hold and Reaper positions himself under Nick.
Gary King: Reaper is going to Back Body Drop him off the ambulance!
Wally Wilson: Damn it! These two are going to hurt themselves again!
Reaper attempts a Back Body Drop, but Nick blocks it. Reaper attempts it again, but again Nick blocks it. Reaper headbutts Nick in the stomach with the back of his head and Back Body Drops Nick off the side of the ambulance!
Wally Wilson: DAMN IT!
Gary King: NO! Nick held on! SIT DOWN POWERBOMB ! ! !
Crowd: HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!!
Julio Garcia: One… Two… THREE!!!
Wally Wilson: I CAN’T BELIEVE IT! Mid way through the air, Nick grabbed hold of Reapers waist, reversing the hold into a Sit Down Powerbomb off the ambulance and through the table ! ! !
Jane McNeal: Winner of this match and STILL FHT Hardcore Champion . . . “SICK” NICK ! ! !
Gary King: What a crazy ending to this match!
The EMTs come back down to the ring again to check on both men. They swarm around as more EMTs come down with two stretchers. The fans are going nuts as replay after replay is shown. Both men are loaded on the stretchers, but “Sick” Nick pushes everyone away. The stretcher tips over and Nick tries to get up. He holds his backside as he slowly makes his way up the ramp. But not to be out done, Reaper too rolls off the stretcher. An Elite Official helps Reaper up as both men stumble their way up the ramp, bloodied and battered.
Wally Wilson: THEY ARE STUBORN I TELL YOU! Both of them are just plain stubborn!
Gary King: Call it stubbornness. Call it pride. But whatever it is, they both have a lot of it!
The fans are raving like mad men as both of these nuts limp up the ramp.
Crowd: THEY’RE HARDCORE!!! THEY’RE HARDCORE!!! THEY’RE HARDCORE!!!
As both men enter the back, the PPV moves on.
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Post by Ash Strife on Nov 13, 2007 10:47:14 GMT -5
The lights fade in the arena as a robot voice speaks out the following letters:
F . U . K . K . E . N .
U . B . E . R .
F . U . K . K . E . N .
U . B . E . R .
An explosion goes off on on stage as Hanzel und Gretyl “Fukken uber death party” plays over the air. McDaygo walks down holding his bloodied Barbed wire wrapped Hurly and climbs in the ring and rises the hurly to a chorus of boo’s.
Announcer: the following contest is for one fall introducing first from Boston, MA, weighing in at 260ibs, he is the Irish Car Bomb… JAMES MCDAYGO!
McDaygo rips off the towel covering his face and paces back and fourth just waiting for his opponent to get to the ring.
“Sentenced to Burn” by Cannibal Corpse fills the air. Announcer: and his opponent from parts unknown, he is one half of the FHT Tag Team Champions and the reigning FHT Television Champion, weighing in at 425ibs, this is… CRAZY ASH KILLA!
King: Where is CAK, he agreed to this match?
Wilson: This is not like CAK to No Show but wait I spoke too soon
CAK jumps over a guard rail and slides in the ring behind McDaygo and slams a huge forearm behind him sending the much smaller wrestler flying forward.
King: Cheap shot city
Wilson: Just a little retribution on behalf of the champ. CAK in early control here as he wraps both arms around McDaygo’s neck and lifts him in the air and give him a huge head butt before dropping throwing him nearly across the ring.
King: CAK better to hope to finish this one early.
Wilson: yes he should hope to CAK picks up McDaygo and nice side walk slam by the champ. CAK goes for an early pin.
One . . . Two .
. Rope Break by McDaygo
King: Now that was pure laziness by CAK to try to pin him so close to the ropes.
Wilson: The Man has about 16+ stitches in the back of his head what do you expect.
King: Not lazy wrestling…
Wilson: Fine you go in there and tell him to smarten up.
King: I would but my doctor told me to stay off my feet.
Wilson: What? Oh what ever CAK goes to pick up McDaygo but McDaygo counters with a thumb jab to the eye of CAK. McDaygo kips up and starts using his fast feet from a kick boxing back round and gets the big man to his knees before hitting a huge roundhouse laying CAK on the mat.
King: Holy Chuck Norris!
Wilson: McDaygo runs at the ropes and springboards off with a beautiful summersault leg drop and the champ may be in trouble here. McDaygo to the top rope and connects with that Swanton bomb like maneuver.
King: The Boston bomb… don’t you do any research on a wrestler before you call matched for them? The Boston Bomb was his original finisher before McDaygo decided to get really crazy in the ring.
Wilson: McDaygo goes for the pin
One . . . Two . Huge Kick out by CAK
Wilson: CAK is still in this one. CAK gets to his knees but greeted by a quick snap kick to tehh back of the head and look at the blood just pour from the back of his head, McDaygo must have ripped those stitches right out with that kick.
King: Well this won’t be pretty.
Wilson: McDaygo jumps on CAK’s back like a crazed animal and starts to pound the back of his head trying to get that gash all the way open. CAK reaches up and snap mares McDaygo right off of his back and drops an Elbow on top of McDaygo. Look the match from earlier tonight really paid it’s toll on the big man and the attack from earlier didn’t help too much either. CAK gets off of McDaygo and looks like he is trying to catch a breather but McDaygo isn’t having it as he jumps on CAK’s Back and is that… Yes he locked in the Buzz Kill! CAK is fading quick and is down one knee and McDaygo pulles CAK to his back. CAK looks out but look as well as the Ref is lifting his arms he notices CAK weight has pushed both of McDaygo’s shoulders to the mat. The Ref is going for the pin.
One . . . Two . . . Three!
McDaygo breaks the hold and walks out of the ring and grabs the FHT Television Title. McDaygo slides in the ring and poses with the TV title and waits for the announcement.
Announcer: Your Winner and STILL FHT TELEVISION CHAMPION… CRAZY ASH KILLA!
McDaygo stops posing and drops his jaw and gets face to face with the Ref. The Ref tells him CAK pinned him while passing out to the hold. McDaygo slams the TV title in the ace of the ref and drags him to corner of the ring. McDaygo climbs to the top rope and jump off with a 450 shooting star senton. McDaygo then drops the TV title on top of CAK and stomps him in the head a few times before finally leaving the ring.
King: Barley Mowe!
Wilson: But on the ref? That was un called for.
King: Ref should have done his job and counted the pass out instead of default luck out pin fall.
Wilson: either way CAK retains tonight but this isn’t over between these two.
King: I would hope not.
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Post by Keith Williams on Nov 13, 2007 13:42:06 GMT -5
The scene switches to the backstage area where Kristin Ricci is standing by Keith Williams. He has his cowboy hat on and is looking towards the ground. The camera is unable to see his face.
Kristin Ricci: Keith, what are your thoughts about the comments that The Peeps Champ said earlier tonight?
Keith Williams: ......
Kristin Ricci: Um...What about the match stipulation that he named. Wanting to face you in a Last Man Standing match
Keith Williams: ......
Just then a voice can be heard just out of the cameras view
What are you doing?
The camera spins around to see Keith Williams standing a few feet away. Kristin looks at Keith and then back at who she though was Keith Williams
Kristin Ricci: If you are there...then who is this?
Keith Williams: Ohhh that... He is what is called a "lookalike" You see back when the Peeps Champ ran around calling himself HBV1, these guys were always around. Now why anyone would willing go around and proclaim love for the Hardy boys I never know. Who would want to willing be a Hardy? But I digress...
You see HBV1 was infamous for "lookalikes" He would have one or two laying around just in case he was going to get a ass whooping from pretty much the whole roster. The person would think they got one over on ole HBV1 and then suddenly he would appear and say that you just beat up a "lookalike"
Keith walks over to the lookalike and pushes him. He immediately falls to the floor.
Keith Williams: You see how easily they fall. But Peeps Champ, you won't be facing a "lookalike" tonight. You will be facing the original beer drinking, ass kicking...
Kristin Ricci: You mean "Stone Cold" Steve Austin is gonna show up and face The Peeps Champ?
Keith Williams: Huh?
Kristin Ricci: You were just describing "Stone Cold". Thought perhaps you were gonna call it a night and have him wrestle The Peeps Champ.
Keith Williams: Man when your looks go, you are going to be in trouble. No I wasn't talking about "Stone Cold" Steve Austin. I was describing me. I been kicking ass in FHT/Elite for close to 5 years..
Now back to The Peeps Champ. Earlier you were saying that I was the bad part of you. Lets look at this. The Peeps Champ is known for having the biggest ego of anyone that ever stepped thru that door. I don't have a ego. I am confident. There is a difference. Ego is thinking that I am going to go out there and kick your ass cause I am Keith Williams, the world champion, Confidence is knowing that I am going to go out there and kick your ass because I am Keith Williams. See the difference?
He thinks that I am his bad side cause I use a finisher that is similar to his. His "Start" will put a person down for 3 seconds. While my "Closing time" will put a person down for a count of 10. Again see the difference. But also I got other moves just as deadly. I have the "Last Call" powerbomb. I hit that and that is all she wrote.
But apparently The Peeps Champ isn't as bright as he would like you to think. But of course with him always talking like a person who had one too many red bulls people already think he isn't the sharpest knife in the drawer. He comes out there and challenges me to a Last Man Standing match.
Last Man Standing..Did you really put thought into that match stipulation there? The object is to beat your opponent so badly that he is unable to get to his feet by the count of 10. You think that I am just going to go into this match and let you beat on me until I am unable to stand? I have experience in a Last Man Standing match. Do you? I been in that ring in a Last Man Standing match with the toughest S.O.B. ever to lace up a pair of boots. And we took each other to the limit. I know what it takes to get the job done. Do you? Can you honestly stand there and think that you will be able to take yourself to limits that you never thought you would go just to keep another man down?
Son this isn't a normal match where all you have to do is get a lucky punch in and get a quick 3. You will hurt, You will bleed, You will want to go crying home to your mom. I am going to go into this match and do something that everyone has always wanted to do. Get rid of The Peeps Champ permanently. See you in the ring Chump..
With that Keith walks off leaving Kristin there looking down at the lookalike.
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Post by Former FHT Employee Daniel Ice on Nov 13, 2007 21:04:07 GMT -5
They Daren't Speak Of ELITE By Name For They Fear What ELITE May Bring. Slowly, churning, all-consuming, circling towards the end , as if pulled in by a black hole, no concern, no choice, no mercy, taking everything ever worked for and tearing it apart in front of our very eyes. The eyes that see everything.Those eyes that now burn with the pain of our injustice. They Told Us To Run - We Fight They Told Us To Kneel - We Stand They Told Us To Surrender - We Rebel Save Us.
In The End
They're Going To Kill Us.
Just Remember And We Are Doing Nothing.
It's Only We Need A Saviour.
A Game. Pray. Prey For The Dark Angel.
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Post by Ninja/Killer on Nov 14, 2007 9:31:48 GMT -5
Scene opens with FHT Undisputed Champion Red Ninja sitting in a chair holding a bag of ice on his Right Shoulder.
Red Ninja:Ohhh, ohhh, my damn shoulder, that son of a bitch is going to pay, ahh, ahh,.
Soul Reaper is seen being stitched up and worked on by an EMT.
Soul Reaper:Ah...
Red Ninja:Hey what are you moaning about, I'm the one in pain here.
Reaper rolls his eyes. Angelica walks into the scene.
Angelica:How are my boys doing.
Ninja stands up but than sits back down.
Red Ninja:AHHHH, my shoulder.
Soul Reaper(Under his breath):Oh for fuck sakes.
Angelica:Alright boys, your both hurting right now.
Red Ninja:Some of us more than others.
Angelica:But are you going to hang your heads low and feel sorry for yourselves. No, that's not the Soul Assassins way, we got to do something big, something that will blow everyone out of the water.
Soul Reaper:You got something planned.
Angelica:As a matter of fact I had this little idea rolling around my head for some time, we need to get a few things though but I'm sure that won't be to much of a problem. Can we get rid of these guys first.
Reaper looks at the EMT right in the eyes.
Reaper:Beat it before it's your own blood your wiping up.
The EMT dashes out as Ninja slams the door behind him and the camera man.
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Post by Trippy P on Nov 15, 2007 11:22:44 GMT -5
"Oh Hell Yeah" hits, and there is a pop from the crowd, as the giant Blue heads out to the ring, for his impromptu match against Trippy P.
Jane McNeal: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, representing ELITE, weighing in at Three Hundred and Thirty Three Pounds… BLUE!
Blue gets into the ring, and awaits the arrival of his opponent….
‘Go to Sleep’ hits, and Trippy P appears on the stage amidst a big pyro, the fan favourite also drawing a pop
Jane McNeal: And his opponent… from Adelaide Australia…. Weighing in at Two hundred and seventy five pounds… The Greatest… TRIPPY P!
Trippy P walks towards the ring, keeping eye contact with Blue all the way.
Wally Wilson: Well Gary, Trippy P claims he respects Blue, but he doesn’t back down from a challenge.
Gary King: I don’t know how you can claim to respect someone when you take a shovel to their skull. Blue flat out wants to beat Trippy P. He wants to beat him bad. And where im from, you don’t make someone like Blue mad!
Both men are in the ring, staring at each, as the referee checks them, and delievers his instructions
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Post by Trippy P on Nov 15, 2007 11:23:08 GMT -5
The two combatants are in their corners, as the presiding referee, calls for the bell. It rings, and the wrestlers approach the middle of the ring, starting this match. The crowd roars with anticipation, though its hard to see which way they are favoring, with both men sporting big fan bases.
Blue begins the match by lunging at Trippy P, trying to tie him up. Trippy P quickly manages to duck under Blues attempts though, and he quick as lightning nails a stiff cross kick to the thigh of the big man!
Blue again lunges, and again Trippy P ducks under his arms, and nails a hard kick to the upper leg of the monster…
Wally Wilson: Ouch, what a stiff cross kick by the FHT Hall of Famer!
Gavin King: And that’s what Trippy P has to use in this match up, his speed. Its not often you’ll hear this of a man who is six foot seven, two hundred and seventy five pounds, but Trippy P cannot afford to match strength with Blue.
Blue appears to be slowed down, and Trippy P seeking to take advantage of this runs off the ropes. Blue however explodes forward, and he nearly takes the Australian’s head off with a massive lariat!
Wally Wilson: What a clothesline by the ELITE roster member!
Gavin King: And theres the power game right there. I tell you, Ive been watching Blue for some time, and theres noone in the FHT ELITE right now that wants to go blow for blow with this guy. His power is something else.
Blue gives the FHTer no time to catch his breath, as he follows up by picking Trippy P up, and whipping him face first into the turnbuckle. Trippy P rebounds off with a thud, and he is met by Blues shoulder, as the big man continues the assault, driving himself into the midsection of his opponent, forcing all the wind out of his lungs.
Blue tries to whip Trippy P into the opposite corner, but this time the former FHT Undisputed Champion reverses it, sending Blue crashing into the turnbuckle instead. Blue stumbles after the impact, dazed, and Trippy P uses this to his advantage by taking the larger man down with a drop toe takedown.
With Blue down, Trippy P holds onto the leg, and he rolls to the outside of the ring, where he uses the set up to his advantage, lifting the leg and bringing it crashing down on the ring apron! Trippy P then climbs the apron, and he runs along it, before dropping an elbow directly into the point of Blues knee.
Wally Wilson: And Trippy P reenters the ring before the referee reaches 10, to avoid the count out. Remember, this match is being conducted under the rules of a regular wrestling match, not the FHT rules which Trippy P is used to.
Gavin King: That’s entirely right, but don’t think for one minute that damages Trippy P’s chances here. He is a very good technical wrestler, as you can tell by his strategy, working on the big man’s legs, probably to set up that Trip Lock later on.
Trippy P has gotten back into the ring. Blue is struggling back up to his feet, clearly favoring the right leg, which has been the focus of Trippy P’s offense so far.
Trippy P noting this runs off the ropes, and he delivers a shoulder block to the back of Blues knee, sending the near Seven footer crashing to the mat.
With Blue down, Trippy P grabs his legs, and he attempts to turn the big man over… Blue flights it however, and he punches Trippy P in the face, knocking him backwards.
Wally Wilson: Blue fights out of what I believe was an early attempt at the Trip Lock!
Garry King: Sure was, and that’s what makes Trippy P so dangerous, he can get that Trip Lock on at any time in a match, and its over.
Blue struggles back up to one knee, and Trippy P runs at him, trying to knock him back down. The Seven Foot giant explodes from his position though, and he nails a powerslam with a huge impact, bringing the Blue friendly section of the crowd to their feet. He hooks the leg...
One...
Two..KICKOUT
Blue is fired up, and when Trippy P gets up to his feet, its short lived, Blue lifts him off the ground, putting him on his shoulder, and walks, dropping him face first onto the top turnbuckle, snake eyes style!
Trippy P is dazed, and Blue seems to be winding up! He grabs the FHTer by the throat with both hands, and lifts him clean into the air before throwing him half way across the ring, where the Australian lands in a crumpled heap!
Wally Wilson: Blue’s really building the momentum here! This looks dangerous…
A-Damn: You cant let Blue get on a roll, hes just too good at doing a lot of damage in a short time… look at this, hes fixing to end this!
Blue signals to the crowd that hes going for his big finish, and when Trippy P is up, he locks him in a front face lock, before lifting him, setting up the Tilt One Back!
Blue holds Trippy P upside down in the air, stalling before he delievers his big brain buster…
Trippy P slides off the back!
He rolls Blue up…
One….
TWO……
THRE-KICKOUT!
Wally Wilson: Blue Kicks out! What a counter that was to the Tilt One back!
Gavin King: And it just shows, you’ve got to be on your game at all times, theres no such thing as having a match won, until you hear the three
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Post by Trippy P on Nov 15, 2007 11:23:25 GMT -5
Trippy P has regained some sort of momentum, and he hammers away on Blue, catching him against the ropes with an assortment of body shots, and hooks to the head, his boxing skills on show. With Blue staggered, the Australian shoots him off the ropes, before nailing a Spinebuster in the middle of the ring!
With Blue down, Trippy P stands over the giant, holding his legs… he rolls him over, placing huge pressure on his back, locking in his modified version of the Boston Crab!
Wally Wilson: The Trip Lock! Trippy P has the Trip Lock locked in! Will Blue tap!
Gary King: I cant remember anyone making Blue tap out before, but then again, I don’t remember seeing anyone break the Trip Lock either! This is one hell of a situation for never happens!
Trippy P wrenches back on the hold, yelling for Blue to tap, but the big man shakes his head, the pain showing on his face, yet he refuses to tap!
Trippy P wont release the hold, and Blue looks like hes about to tap, but the big man digs deep!
Slowly, Blue begins crawling across the ring, dragging Trippy P with him inch by inch!
Finally, Blue reaches the ropes!
Wally Wilson: Hes got the ropes! Blue has reached the ropes!
Gary King: And now Trippy P has to break the hold… and hes not happy about it!
Trippy P is arguing with the referee about having to release the hold. Eventually, he turns back to Blue, and runs at him, but the delay proves to be costly. Blue catches him, lifting him above his head in a military press!
The crowd pops, at this demonstration of Blues amazing power, and the ELITE stalwart throws the FHTer over the top rope! Trippy P crashes to the outside arena floor, falling atleast 10 feet, and landing face down with a huge impact!
Wally Wilson: What a move! Blue just lifted 275 pounds above his head, and threw it over the top rope!
Gavin King: And Trippy P is in a bad way! Theres no way to fall from that height, and have it not hurt.
Blue collapses in the ring with fatigue, and Trippy P lies hurt on the outside of the ring. The referee begins his 10 count…
One….
Two….
Three….
Four………
Five……
Six……..
Inside the ring, Blue has pulled himself to his feet.
Seven….
Eight…..
Nine….
Blue rolls from the ring to break the count!
Wally Wilson: And Blue just rolled outside the ring breaking the count at 9… you’ve got to wonder why, he could have just had a win over Trippy P right there…
Gary King: I don’t think Blue wants to win the match that way. When this match was set, it was all about proving who the better man was without weapons, and I don’t think a count out would do that…
Blue stalks Trippy P, who is lying face down, half under the apron cover.
He grabs Trippy P by the head and pulls him up….
SHOVEL SHOT TO THE HEAD!
The referee calls for the bell….
Wally Wilson: What the hell was that? Trippy P just hit Blue over the head with his shovel, again! Where did that come from!
Gary King: I think he pulled it from under the ring…
Jane McNeal: Ladies and Gentlemen… the winner, as a result of a disqualification… BLUE!
The crowd isn’t happy at the DQ finish, and Trippy P apparently isn’t happy either. He waits for Blue to start getting up… and he nails him with a SMOOTH SLAM on the outside of the ring!
Wally Wilson: Oh come on now… you’ve gotten yourself disqualified…
Gary King: I think Trippy just had a slip up there as the frustration built, hes used to matches where that shovel is as legal as a wrist lock. Maybe he instinctively goes for it when he wants to put the match away?
The referee finally convinces Trippy P to leave, and he does so.
Behind him, Blue is struggling to regain his footing, a look of pure rage on his face. He shrugs off assistance, and walks out on his own two feet.
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Post by tpc on Nov 17, 2007 15:33:26 GMT -5
[The Peep's Champ is in his locker room watching his monitor when Kristin Ricci comes up from behind and pokes him and he looks up at her] The Peep's Champ: Don't you think its rude to go around poking people [Kristin Ricci looks embarrassed]Kristin Ricci: Well yes but Keith told me that you have look alikes so I was checking to see if you was you [The Peep's Champ gives her a are you serious look]The Peep's Champ: Man when your looks go your going to be in trouble [Krishtin Ricci looks puzzled]Krishtin Ricci: Why does everyone keep telling me that [The Peep's Champ rubs his head as tho he is thinking]The Peep's Champ: Krishtin I just need you to tell Keith one thing for me [Krishtin Ricci thinks for a second]Krishtin Ricci: Ok what is it [The Peep's Champ gets up outta his chair and turns toward Krishtin Ricci]The Peep's Champ: Are you sure you can remember I can write it down for you if you like [Krishtin Ricci looks puzzled as she thinks for a second]Krishtin Ricci: Yeah I can remember The Peep's Champ: You tell Keith tonight I want him sober because I want let a beer steal my glory Krishtin Ricci: ............... [Before Krishtin Ricci can say anything The Peep's Champ opens his locker room door and motions for her to leave as she exits and the camera cuts to a trashed locker room as Keith Williams comes into camera view throwing stuff around]Keith Williams: I know I put it in here somewhere [As Keith Williams throws some more stuff around the camera cuts back to The Peep's Champ's locker room where he is looking at the monitor smiling as he reaches outta camera view and grabs a six pack of beer]The Peep's Champ: This round is on you Keith [The Peep's Champ takes one out and twists off the top before drinking it down as the camera fades to black][/center][/b][/i]
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Post by Blade on Nov 18, 2007 0:37:30 GMT -5
Wally Wilson: Before our scheduled main event of Keith Williams and The Peep's Champ, we'd like to take you inside the FHT locker-room to witness a disturbing act of violence conducted on several of the talents inside.
Gary King: As far as we can tell, this attack was unprovoked... But don't take our word for it, here is the footage, recorded on security camera.
The scene opens up on the FHT locker room where Wrestler 1, Wrestler 2, MMN, Justin Jane & Xavier are hanging out. Suddenly the door to the locker room slams, the man named Blade charging into the room, cane in hand. Blade slams the cane down on the top of MMNs head, before slamming Justin Sane in the gut with a swing side shot, doubling him over. Blade slams the cane over Justin’s back, sending him to the floor.
Blade ducks a clothesline from the incoming Wrestler 1 and slams the cane across his head, splitting the cane. Blade throws away the cane in time to give Wrestler 2 a drop toe hold sending him face first into the concrete floor. Blade gets to his feet just in time to give Xavier, chair held high above his head, a kick to the gut. Blade pulls out a can of beer from his pocket and slams it into hard onto Xavier’s forehead, splitting him open from the shot.
Blade wipes the blood off of the can onto his shirt before opening the can and swigging down its contents. Blade throws the empty can onto the prone body of Xavier and picks up the dropped chair. Blade drives the chair gut first into Xavier before turning his attention to the rising body of MMN. Blade drives the chair down on the top of MMNs skull, creating a massive dent in the steal.
Blade then throws the chair at Wrestler 2 before storming towards the wall with the lockers. Blade kicks at one of the locker doors, denting the front. Blade kicks it again and rips the door away. Blade looks around inside, apparently looking for more weaponry. Blade pulls out most of the contents, spilling it onto the floor.
Blade then pulls out a black baseball bat, holding it up and looking at it with a gleam in his eyes. Blade walks back to the bodies of the FHT 5, twirling the bat in his hands. As Blade reaches them Wrestler 2 is up on his knees and suddenly charges at Blade, pinning him against the wall, dropping the bat.
Blade, regaining his senses gives Wrestler 2 a rising knee to the gut, then slamming his fist down across his back, causing him to release Blade. Blade, anger now obvious on his face, walks over to a nearby trash can, emptying its contents on Wrestler 2. Blade rolls wrestler 2 over onto his back and rest the trash can on his groin area.
Blade picks up the bat previously dropped, a sick smile now on his face. Blade swings the bat down hard, on top of the trash can. Wrestler 2, clearly now in pain, rolls around in pain, mouth wide open and eyes threatening to pop out of their sockets. A small chuckle is let out from Blade's lips as he turns his attention to Xavier.
Blade kicks Xavier in the gut, doubling him over. Blade twists Xavier and lifts him up, preparing for the Vertabreaker Blade calls the Sky Driver. Blade hits the Vertabreaker, driving Xavier on top of Wrestler 1. Blade gets to his feet and sees the camera man nearby. He walks up to the camera, the cameraman shaking with fear, and looks into it. Blade looks deep into the camera and speaks.
Blade: I’m back and I came here today to send a message. And here it is, message sent. It’s Demolition Time Biatch!
Blade quickly swings his fist, slamming it into the camera man, who drops the camera to the floor. The last image seen is Blades feet walking away from the camera.
.:FADE TO BLACK:.
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Post by "Sick" Nick™ on Nov 19, 2007 13:42:03 GMT -5
The camera switches back over to the arena as “Sentenced to Burn” by Cannibal Corpse fills the air. Crazy Ash Killa walks out onto the stage with the FHT Television Championship strapped around his waist, the FHT Tag Team Championship draped over his shoulder and a microphone in his hand. He is all re-bandaged up after his second brutal match, but even though he is clearly in pain, a smirk sits on his face as he heads to the ring. As he reaches the ring, he climbs the steps and steps through the ropes. CAK rubs the back of his head before speaking.
Crazy Ash Killa: You know, it just dawned on me as I was getting my head re-stitched up… I have a chance at making history again. I have a chance at becoming greatness in my young FHT career! I mean, not only have I defended my one half of this FHT Tag Team Championship [Lifts the Tag Team Title off his shoulder a little.] and this TV Championship [Points to the title around his waist.], but I get a shot at the FHT Hardcore title at FHT V! I could be the only two-time Three Title Champion in FHT or even Elite history! All I have to d…
“Down With The Sickness” by Disturbed cuts Crazy Ash Killa off as a heavily bandaged up “Sick” Nick limps out onto the stage. Armed with a mic in one hand and dragging the FHT Hardcore Title in the other, Nick shakes his head in amazement.
“Sick” Nick: Calm down there cowboy. Lets not get ahead of yourself. First you have to hold onto that Tag title there. Don’t forget you’ll have to defend that title in a Lethal Lottery Tournament.
Crazy Ash Killa: Yea, but lets not forget that the FHT and Elite Tag Champions have an advantage, in that they will not only know who their partner is, but it will be a partner that they want to team with. Others on the other hand will be subject to a random selection. Damn! Not all the wrestlers will even be picked! And what about those unlucky soles that get stuck with the likes of Miss Hardcore and Brad Baxter!
“Sick” Nick: True. But not only do you have to hold onto the Tag Championships to be a two-time Three Title Champion, but you have to win this [Nick holds up the Hardcore Championship for CAK to see.]. And I’ll be DAMNED if I am going to let you take this title from me to accomplish that goal!
Nick stops for a dramatic pause and chuckles to himself.
“Sick” Nick: You know what the funny thing is. There is only one other Three Title Champion… And it’s ME! Maybe I’ll win the tournament to go on and win the Tag Titles, then go on to beat you for the TV Championship. Then it won’t be you who is a two-time Three Title Champion . . . It will be I!
Crazy Ash Killa: Yea, fat chance. Not only do you have to be picked to be in the tournament… You are all banged up. You took some nasty bumps tonight. How are you going to be able to wrestle? What if you get teamed with a nobody? How are you going to depend on you partner to hold carry you and your broken down body.
“Sick” Nick: Who says my body is broken down? I’ve wrestled in worse conditions then this buddy! As a matter of fact, I can wrestle right now.
“Sick” Nick starts to make his way down the ramp, officially giving Crazy Ash Killa the proverbial challenge slap in the face.
Wally Wilson: Is this going to happen now? I think Nick just challenged CAK!
Gary King: It doesn’t look like it as here comes the Officials.
Before Nick can reach the ring, FHT Officials rush out to stop the action.
“Sick” Nick (As Officials are holding Nick back): Lets not forget one thing… Not only am I the only other Triple Title Champion in this company’s history, but one of those titles that I held was the FHT Undisputed Championship! And there is no way I’m going to let you walk around here thinking you are all high and mighty because for a couple of minutes you were lucky enough to weasel your way into holding the FHT Tag Team, TV and Hardcore Championships!
Crazy Ash Killa: You’re just jealous. And you’ll be even more jealous when I retain the Tag Championship and then beat YOU for the Hardcore Title!
“Sick” Nick: Look jerky. You are lucky these goons are between us, because I’d show you how jealous this so-called broken down body is. I’d enjoy those titles while they last, because I am officially gunning for them.
Nick starts to back off as CAK laughs off the threat.
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Post by Keith Williams on Nov 21, 2007 11:35:47 GMT -5
Standing in the middle of the ring is Michael BufferWally Wilson:How did we get Michael Buffer? Gary King:Well when you have a rich owner like we do, anything is possible. Michael BufferLadies and Gentlemen. This is your main event for FHT/Elite Imperium. It is for the Elite World Heavyweight Championship. And the match will be contested under Last Man Standing rules. There are no pinfalls, submissions or disqualifications. The object of the match is to beat your opponent to the point where he is unable to meet a 10 count. The first combatant for this match... "Stitches" hits the pa system. The arena suddenly is bathed in gold.He stands 6 foot 2 inches tall, tonight weighs in at 235 pounds. He hails from Peepsville, California. He is the number one contender for the Elite World Heavyweight Championship. He is the Peeps Champ. The Peeps Champ steps out from behind the curtain and begins to make his way down to the ring. He slaps the hands of a few fans who are wearing Peeps merchandise. He has a determined look on his face. He slides into the ring..Wally Wilson:There he is..the traitor of FHT. Gary King:Traitor? The man knows a talented federation when he sees it. And tonight he is not only looking to become a 1 time Elite World Champion, but is looking to exorcise his evil half, which Keith Williams embodies.. Michael Buffer:And his opponent in this Last Man Standing match... Alcohol and Ass" by Hell Yeah hits to the delight of the FHT side of the crowdHe stands 6 foot 6 inches tall. Tonight he weights in at 275 pounds. He hails from Baltimore, Maryland. He is the current and reigning Elite World Heavyweight Champion. He is Keith Williams... Keith Williams steps out from behind the curtain. He stands at the top of the ramp. He has the Elite World Championship draped across his right shoulder. He looks down at the ring towards the Peeps Champ. He points at him, then to the world title, and then makes a " you are not winning this tonight" motion as he make his way to the ring
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Post by Keith Williams on Nov 21, 2007 11:36:10 GMT -5
Keith walks down to the ring. He walks up the stairs and stands on the ring apron. He turns his back to The Peeps Champ and holds the title in the air for everyone in the arena to see. Suddenly The Peeps Champ nails Keith with a dropkick sending him down to the concrete floor.Before Keith can get his bearings, The Peeps Champ runs into the opposite ropes and comes off and hits Keith with a suicide dive.
Wally Wilson: Some Elite superstar you have there. He has to attack Keith before the bell rings.
Gary King: Its called using your brains. You might want to try that sometime. The Peeps Champ knows that he has to use his speed and quickness in this match. He can't match power with Keith. He tries to make this a brawl, it will be a short night for the Peeps Champ.
The Peeps Champ starts nailing lefts and rights to the face of Keith. He then jumps to his feet. He walks over to the apron and flings it up. He looks underneath the ring and pulls out a steel chair. He holds it high for the fans to see. Keith meanwhile has made it to his hands and feet and has begun to walk up the ramp. The Peeps Champ slowly stalks Keith. Finally The Peeps Champ raises the steel chair and has it come crashing across the back of Keith Williams.
Keith shoots straight up, his face etched in pain from the chair shot. The Peeps Champ grabs him and pulls him to his feet. He drags him to the entrance way. The Peeps Champ rams Keith headfirst into the set design. The Peeps Champ does it again. He then lets go of Keith and Keith falls to the floor.
The Peeps Champ looks at the ref and tells him to start counting. The ref shakes his head no.
Gary King: Come on Ref, count! Thats what they pay you to do.
Wally Wilson: Ha! The Peeps Champ forgot that the match hasn't even officially started yet. Some genius your guy is. He attacked Keith before the bell was able to ring. Keith could stay on the ground for 30 minutes and still be champ.
The Peeps Champ looks to nail the ref. Instead he turns his attention back to Keith. The Peeps Champ goes to pick Keith back up to drag him down to the ring so the match can officially start. As The Peeps Champ is dragging Keith back down, Keith manages to hit The Peeps Champ with a elbow. The Peeps Champ doesn't let go, so Keith hits him again with another one. This one manages to take the air out of The Peeps Champ and he lets go of Keith. Keith then takes The Peeps Champs head and rams it into the unprotected steel barrier.
Keith then throws The Peeps Champ into the ring. Keith then makes his way once again up the stairs. He goes to step between the middle and top rope. The Peeps Champ meanwhile has made it to his feet. He delivers a swift kick to the middle rope causing it to come up between Keith's legs. Keith immediately falls into the ring. The ref then turns to the time keeper and motions for him to ring the bell.
Gary King: Theres the bell. This is now a official match
Wally Wilson: Some wrestler with integrity. That was a cheap move by a cheap wrestler. He knows that he can't beat Keith any other way then by cheating.
Gary King: Hey this is a last man standing match. Anything goes
Keith is on his hands and knees again in considerable pain. The Peeps Champ though isn't moved by it. He takes a few steps back and gives Keith a running kick to the ribs.
Gary King: So far its been all The Peeps Champ. He said he wanted to beat his ego, and so far he is being successful.
Wally Wilson: Well its still early in this match up. Don't go crowning The Peeps Champ champion just yet.
The Peeps Champ pulls Keith over to the corner. He then pulls him up. The Peeps Champ grabs Keith's head and saids something that can't be made out by the camera. He then Irish whips him hard into the opposite corner. The Peeps Champ then gets a head of steam and goes to nail Keith with a Knee in the corner.
But at the last second Keith moves out of the way and all The Peeps Champ hits is turnbuckle. He falls to the mat holding his knee.
This allows Keith a moment or two to gather his breath. He sees The Peeps Champ laying on the ground holding his knee. Getting that sick look on his face, he walks over to the Peeps Champ and delivers a stomp onto his knee causing more pain in that joint.
Keith then grabs the injured leg and drags The Peeps Champ over to the ropes. Keith sets The Peeps Champ leg on the bottom rope. Keith then jumps in the air and lands on the already hurt knee of The Peeps Champ.
Wally Wilson: Smart move by the Elite Champion. You take out the leg of the Peeps Champ, he won't be able to nail the Start. Also you take out the leg, he might not be able to make it back to his feet before the 10 count.
Gary King: Yea Yea. I agree a smart move on his part. Probably be the only smart thing he does this whole match.
Keith jumps up again and hits The Peeps Champ leg once again. Keith then reaches down and grabs The Peeps Champ leg. He slides him back to the center of the ring. Keith then locks the Peeps Champ in the brock lock.
Gary King: Ha. told you that targeting the leg would be the only smart move he did in the match. He is going for a submission and you can't win a last man standing match by submission.
Wally Wilson: Yeah but he can further damage The Peeps Champ leg with it.
Gary King mummers something under his breath.
Meanwhile The Peeps Champ is in the ring in obvious pain. Keith locks the hold in tight. The Peeps Champ is grabbing at the canvas trying to pull himself to the ring ropes. The pro elite fans are chanting the Peeps Champ name. Slowly but surely The Peeps Champ makes progress towards the bottom rope.
Finally the Peeps Champ makes it to the bottom rope. The ref starts telling Keith to break the hold.
Wally Wilson: Ha the ref can count to a thousand. But with this being a last man standing match, there is no disqualification. And as such anything goes..right Gary?
Gary King: &*#@(&^%
Wally Wilson: Hey you can't say that, there might be children watching.
Gary King: Oh like they haven't heard worst.
The Peeps Champ meanwhile starts to climb up the ropes. Finally Keith breaks the hold but doesn't let go of the leg. He drags The Peeps Champ towards the middle of the ring by his leg. The Peeps Champ tries to take a swing at him but misses. Keith laughs at him and starts mocking The Peeps Champ. Then out of nowhere The Peeps Champ hits Keith with a Enzuigiri. Keith falls like a ton of bricks to the mat.
Both men are laying on the mat. The ref begins his 10 count. 1 2 3 4 The Peeps Champ begins to get up using the aid of the ropes. 5 6 Keith begins to stir 7 Keith begins to make it to his feet 8 9 Keith is able to make it back to his feet right before the ref hits 10.
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