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Post by robert on Jan 23, 2013 16:38:28 GMT -5
After the short intro is done, a shot of the arena is shown as the fans start to go nuts. Pyro begins to shoot off the stage as the music begins to fade out.Gary King: After a wild and insane season premiere, Legacy returns with what could be another insane night! We have a triple threat match between Red Ninja who is defending against Sick Nick and Steve Austin. Plus, it will be the final battle Dark Angel and Mistah JJ, best two out of three falls. Plus a rumored tag match with a possible surprise return. Gregory Brooks: Blah, blah let's move onto the big one. Robert Gordon once again vanquished another dinosaur. Tonight, we'll celebrate and he has a big announcement. Maybe I'm getting a new broadcast partner! HA!
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Absolute Horror
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Post by Absolute Horror on Jan 25, 2013 18:01:56 GMT -5
Legacy Online goes from the booth to backstage, square on the Hall of Famer NIN Horror as he stands by glowering straight into the camera. Dressed in an immaculately tailored black jacket and burgundy shirt with the top buttons undone with a white Alberto Del Rio scarf over his shoulders, the New Horror Show crosses his arms looking calm but none too happy as he begins speaking.
Horror: You know, if there’s one thing I hate, well of course there’s many things I hate, but one in particular, is desperate wrestlers name dropping just to get attention. Max Venom, desperate for attention after he failed to live up to his inflated hype down in Florida, you better think twice the next time you say my name in any tone that isn’t fawning. I don’t like having my loyalty questioned by a man who takes pride in driving wrestling organizations out of business, and I definitely will not let you get away with questioning my loyalty to this organization.
NIN unfolds his arms and fiddles with the huge Hall of Fame ring on his finger, not taking his eyes off the camera.
Horror: Guys like you Venom don’t care about this institution, all you care about is yourself. That’s why you took the first chance out of here for so called ‘greener pastures’ and then came crawling right back when you found out you couldn’t cut it there. All you care about Venom is reading your name in paper, but me, I care about this place. My name is etched into the very stone this building is made of, that’s how much I’m committed, my actions last week helping keep this company in the hands of Robert Gordon prove how loyal I am to this business. But you Venom, you’re just an attention whore.
The New Horror Show puts his hands on his hips and cracks a devilish half-grin.
Horror: You know back in my day Venom we’d just take an arrogant little punk like you out behind the woodshed and beat some respect into ya, but now you got you’re damn OSHA and dirt sheets to go cry to. So I have a little proposal: you, me, in the middle of that very ring tonight… But, just to further prove to you how truly important I am to this company it won’t just be me putting you in your place. No, it’ll be a tag match, and my partner is a promising young athlete who I put on the map, who I made famous. So Venom go find yourself a partner, if there’s anyone at all who even still trusts you, because you’re going to be facing the New Horror Show… and the Heavy Metal Snail… Good luck.
With that NIN crosses his arms again and puts on his best BOSS face as Legacy Online goes to the next segment…
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Post by robert on Jan 25, 2013 23:39:39 GMT -5
"Fanfare for the Common Man" begins to play as the fans automatically begin to boo as Robert Gordon slowly walks out to ringside. Crusher Casey is alongside him, head bandaged, it goes along with Gordon's left arm in a sling and head bandage. Gordon has the FHT Hardcore Championship around his waist. Gordon enters, microphone in-hand, must to the detestment of the crowd.
Gordon: First of all, I'm doing fine, thank you very much. Secondly, this belt looks a lot better on me than it did on anybody. The hardcore championship always looked better on a man who represented class and sophistication, rather than uncothness...like The Reverand Daddy Joe. I'd like to address how last weeks "Battle for New York" ended, roll the tape:
We return to Gordon who kind of shrugs it off.
Gordon: It seems to most people that there is some form of conspiracy going on, that me and certain people are in cahoots. While Crusher Casey is my hired bodyguard, he was hired to protect me. Did you people forget about that? NIN Horror has been a supporter of me since day 23, and came out to try and help Crusher Casey, who was bleeding. I didn't know that Casey could bleed, I thought he was part robot or something. As for the interference of Mister Austin, I am not in cahoots with him, nor am I playing favorites. Maybe, Steve has a problem with you Joe, he said that he was closing up all the loose ends in the FHT, so this:
Gordon: Won't help. Reuniting the Stone Age Outlaws isn't making me cower in my boots, nor will it make anybodies boots quiver. However, I do believe that some changes in Legacy are in order. First of all, I believe that a name change is in order, a make-over. Ladies and gentlemen, enjoy this video!
The fans are going rabid, they're even chanting "Thank you" at Gordon. Gordon smiles and a "We still hate you" chants replaces thank you.
Gordon: Folks, I've decided to bring it all back, the one, the only, the original: The FHT. This is the last night for Legacy Wrestling, and next week, the FHT makes it long deserved return to sports entertainment! Also, I have one more treat for everybody, not a treat for the boys in the back, but a treat for you, the fans.
The fans are going rabid over that announcement, as we see Gordon smiling.
Brooks: Dear god, the Chamber is returning.
Gordon: Thanks to the lawsuit that I, and the WWE filed, Vince McMahon granted the rights to use the Elimination Chamber. I can't tell you how excited I am to see the talent of Legacy compete in a match that made my Legacy. After six years of inactivity, the match that I was most famous for returns. A match that I sent the Reverend Daddy Joe into irrelevancy. Thank you and goodnight.
Gordon exits to more boos from the crowd as we go to King and Brooks.
King: Two big announcements, the return of the FHT and most of all, the Elimination Chamber makes it long-awaited return to the FHT.
Brooks: I've seen the footage of past chamber matches, and this is a great decision by Mr. Gordon. This is why he makes the big decisions, not Keith Williams.
King groans as we got break.
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Max Venom
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Post by Max Venom on Jan 26, 2013 6:54:12 GMT -5
Backstage and Max Venom is taping his wrists in preparation for his upcoming match. He peers up at the camera, smirking before going right back to the tape. After a moment, he starts to speak without even acknowledging the audience watching. Max Venom: We're in the final hours of Legacy Wrestling. Seems like Robert Gordon, now he's claimed power, has decided to give into the idiotic masses who'll pay out of the nose for a taste of nostalgia. Can't criticise that, its good business and honestly any direction is better than the non-direction this place had under Keith Williams. I have no problem with the name change, call this place FHT, call it Legacy, call it whatever the fact remains that the only way people refer to this company in 2013 is "the place Max Venom wrestles at". So I look forward to the return of the FHT "legends", I look forward to the return of "hardcore" and I look forward to every person who tuned off the moment FHT met ELITE coming back finding out who Max Venom is. I have no problem with the decision to change our identity. After all, if I had a problem with this company, well, I know how to take care of that. My problem is with the returning stars of yesteryear. The FHT mindset.Max finishes taping his wrists and quickly checks over them. Cigarette time. Max Venom: Tonight's main event to crown what'll likely be the last Legacy World Wrestling Champion features Red Ninja, "Sick" Nick and Stone Cold Steve Austin. Three FHT Hall of Famers wrestling over the Legacy World Wrestling Championship, the belt I put on the map. Let me wish all three wrestlers good luck in that match but also warn them: they're not going after a belt, they're going after a target. I don't care where, I don't how and I don't care who, I'm coming to claim what's mine. I punked "Sick" Nick out last week, I've beaten Austin before and let's just say there's a reason Red Ninja has been sticking in his comfort zone facing old FHT guys rather than facing me. Tonight, you three men are wrestling for perhaps an even bigger honour than the most prestigious belt in professional wrestling, tonight you wrestle for the chance to hand that belt to me. So good luck.A long drag on the cigarette. Max savouring it and his thoughts. He smirks and with the most disgusted, irreverent and plain sarcastic tone he can manage, says two words: Max Venom: NIN Horror.A little chuckle as he defies NIN's wishes. Max removes his sunglasses and finally looks into the camera. Max Venom: You're good, NIN. You're very good and you know it and that's your biggest weakness. Perhaps one of the best wrestlers to ever step foot in that ring. How many legends have you brought to their knees? How many nights did you taste victory? It must've been hard, being the big fish in the small pond. To look around you and know you were better than that entire locker room. But that was so long ago now, wasn't it? The problem with being the best is where do you go from there, but down? Well, let me tell you, you break any structure stopping you, you climb to new heights. That's why I went to "greener pastures", NIN, while you wallowed here as the king of a small New York arena. But tonight I'm going to commit some regicide. I'm about to give you a severe wake-up call about how much things have changed from your glory days. And your arrogance made it possible, crying to your good buddy Robert Gordon for this match. But more than that, its choosing Snail as your partner. Don't get me wrong, Snail is a fantastic athlete but you think you can beat me and my partner with someone who hates your guts? That's the price you pay for your aloofness, as trust me, I'm not the same kid who took you to the absolute limit back in FHT/ELITE for the gold. I'm better. Tonight you'll learn just how much better. But enough of NIN Horror. Let's talk about Heavy Metal Snail.Max finishes his cigarette, stubs it out on the wall behind him, leaving a mark. Max Venom: You've got to be hating this. You worked your ass off to make Legacy what it was and now they're taking it all back to a time you weren't around for. They're going to bring back all those old faces you don't know and that TV time you earned will just vanish. Back to square one. All these old-timers calling you "kid" and acting like you're a rookie who isn't worth their time when you were the one here before them, making it possible for them to be out here now, getting a paycheck twice what you earned, getting title opportunities and all the attention. And it has to sting, absolutely hurt, when people talk about Legacy's golden rookie in front of you and its Alexei Petrovich, a guy who isn't even here right now. Trust me, I know. I was in your shoes once. That same outrage, that burning anger and desire to just rip this entire company apart until they realise just how valuable you are. Snail, I could teach you so much and I imagine you could teach me a few things too but tonight we're opponents and I will show no mercy. Its just good business, this match, but maybe afterwards you'd like to talk to someone who's been through this all before, not an insincere veteran like Angel or Lbm who'll fake smile and tell you to "keep at it" and "work hard" and all that sanctimonious crap, no, I'll let you in on all the secrets they hide from you. All you have to do is ask.Max shoots a little smile at the camera, apparently a honest one. He clears his throat and stands up. Max Venom: But I'm getting ahead of myself. I suppose I should confirm the rumours circling around. Announce my tag team partner. See, I don't need a loyal partner, I need a man I know who works well with me and is hungry to make an impact. He's the man who co-held the tag team titles with me as Heretics Anonymous. The Master of Disaster, the British Destroyer, ladies and gentlemen, you'll wanna keep watching because tonight... BLADE IS BACK!Big cheer from the Legacy audience watching in the arena. Max shakes his head a little at the response, as if he were condemning it. Max Venom: See? Nostalgia is good business. And tonight is all about business.With that, Max walks away leaving a shot of the empty locker room until Legacy Online cuts to the next segment. |
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Post by Heavy Metal Snail on Jan 27, 2013 12:52:50 GMT -5
We go from Max Venom backstage to the very welcome sight of Heavy Metal Snail in the parking lot. The crowd responds with a lot of love for the Young Lion of Legacy as he walks through the seemingly endless lot of the FHT Arena. He looks to have just arrived as evidenced by the gym bag slung over his shoulder, and the red sweatshirt and blue jeans combo that he's wearing. In the bright light of the lamps in the lot, we see Harold Gunther IV saunter into view, microphone in hand. Snail stops dead in his tracks at the sight of the interviewer.
Harold Gunther IV: Heavy Metal Snail, you made quite an impact when you returned last week and defeated Keith Williams and now you're competing against FHT/ELITE Legend Blade and the first Legacy World Champion, Max Venom in a tag match with your former arch-rival NIN Horror. Would it trouble you at all to hear your thoughts on it?
Snail says nothing and simply walks away from Harold. The camera follows him to what appears to the parking spaces right near the backstage door. Snail stops at them and the camera focuses on the spaces. They all include the names of various Legacy stars, Robert Gordon, NIN Horror, Max Venom, Keith Williams, RDJ, Lbm, Red Ninja Dark Angel, Alexei Petrovich it seems like the whole of the Legacy Roster has their own special parking space. He kneels down at Max Venom's parking space, camera fixated on him.
Heavy Metal Snail: One year...
He sighs a bit and continues to stare at the parking spot.
Heavy Metal Snail: One entire year of unwavering service to this company. One year of making sure to appear on every show. One year of working my ass off to produce some of the finest matches that the company has seen. One year of taking some of the biggest stars and pushing them to their limits. And despite all this, I still don't even get a fucking parking space.
The camera tracks the parking spaces notably absent of a parking space for Heavy Metal Snail. Snail walks back towards the camera.
Heavy Metal Snail: I'm not an overly prideful man. I don't expect to have everyone worship the ground I walk on, but it would be nice to get some recognition. It would to be nice to the know that the company that I put my body on the line for every day, the company that I have worked my fingers to the bone for, the company that I have main evented for would've at least afforded me the dignity of not having to park in the back of the goddamn lot.
Harold Gunther moves his mic towards his lips with the intent of asking a question but Snail raises his hand up to wordlessly silent him. Snail then begins walking toward the arena.
Heavy Metal Snail: All my way over here, I've been having some of my friends backstage text me all night, keeping me updated on what's been going on. First of all, Robert Gordon's bringing back FHT. You wanna know how I feel about that? Well I don't care about it. To me, it'll just be the same clowns in a different circus. Nothing's going to really change. Gordon's going to be at the helm still, waving his dick all over the place just because he can and there might be a few fans who find their way to the arena for the sole purpose of a nostalgia high but I see nothing changing fundamentally with the change to FHT. It doesn't mean I'm going to work less hard, it doesn't mean I'm going to get any more recognized and it certainly means that I'll be doing what I've been doing for the past year, still stealing the show and still working to put on the best matches these crowds have ever seen.
Snail continues his walk to the arena door and swings it wide open, Harold Gunther and the cameraman struggling to keep up with his quickening pace, as soon as he enters the backstage area, Snail turns around back to the camera, not finished with what he has to say.
Heavy Metal Snail: Now let me tell you about something, or should I say someone else. Max Venom, who the hell do you think you are? I heard about what you said. About how you could help me, how you could teach me about how to navigate through the veterans, how I could see all their tricks. Well let me tell you something Max, I don't need your help and I don't want your help. You think I need to know how to navigate backstage, how I need friends in the right places. Well I got some news for you, I never needed to play politics. I got here because I worked hard, and sure, maybe I would like recognition but I'd like to earn that recognition. If people don't acknowledge me in FHT, then I'll make them acknowledge me and I can do that without help from you.
Snail takes a deep breath and continues walking, until he reaches the locker room, which is currently empty. He plops the gym bag on the bench and opens it up but before he takes anything out, he goes right back to the camera.
Heavy Metal Snail: Listen Venom, I don't like you because you're living a lie. You pretend that you're some kind of common man, standing up to the big corporate power but you're no different than the rest of them. You're an egomaniac Max. You only fight the power because they don't bend to your every whim and maybe the Legacy fans bought into your act, but none of us backstage did. You showed your true colors when you bailed on this place just so you could have your name up in light and the instant that WWE wasn't sucking your dick, you came crawling back to Legacy with some made up story about how the big mean Mr. McMahon couldn't handle Max Venom. You're a goddamn hypocrite! You only create chaos because you want Legacy to be the Max Venom show and when people call you on your bullshit, you throw a temper tantrum and leave or try to kill the company. And you think that I would like advice from you, a man who represents everything that I'm not? Go fuck yourself Venom.
Snail takes his ring gear out of his bag and sets it down but he's far from done.
Heavy Metal Snail: As for you NIN Horror, don't think that because we're teaming that I like you. You're still a egotist just like Venom, the only difference is that you at least acknowledge the fact that you want every solitary soul in the building to kiss your ass. That doesn't make you any less of asshole though and let me tell you something, we might be "allies" tonight, but I'd sooner jump in front of a moving bus than align myself with you or Gordon or your ilk. I'm not going to sell out and join your little corporate alliance.
Harold Gunther IV: So if you don't stand for Venom and you don't stand for Gordon and you don't stand for Keith, who do you stand for?
Heavy Metal Snail: Me...I stand for Legacy.
Gunther and the cameraman leave as Legacy fades into its next segment.
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Post by Blade on Jan 27, 2013 15:18:16 GMT -5
Legacy returns from the ad break to the locker room of Max Venom. Staring up into space, smoking a cigerete, Max seems relaxed and ready for his upcoming match. The sound of a door opening and closing is heard, Max not moving an inch. A familiar voice can then be heard off to the side of the camera.
Familiar Voice: I have a bone to pick with you.
Max Venom: mhm?
Familiar Voice: You know how I like to make an entrance.
The camera pans to the left to reveal Blade, in his street clothes and carrying a large suitcase like trunk in one hand, ever present beer in the other. Max still doesn’t bother to look around.
Blade: You just don’t understand man. The reaction I get when I step out of that curtain, the intrigue as to what my agenda is, whether I am going to be a good guy or a bad guy. It is an incredible rush.
Max Venom: You would know, you’ve done it enough.
Blade: Oh sorry, what was that? I didn’t hear anything over the sound of your giant ego.
Max gets up from his seat, standing up to square off to Blade.
Max Venom: I have an ego? That’s your best insult? I expected better from you, you used to be such a wordsmith.
Blade: Hey, I’ve been out of the game for a long time. I’m a bit rusty.
Max Venom: That’s what your momma said last night.
Blade: Pathetic.
Blade and Max spend several seconds staring at each other before breaking out in massive grins. Blade puts down his trunk and shakes Max by the hand.
Max Venom: So, you heading out there to make a grand speech?
Blade: Nope, I’m here to help you deal with your pest problem and get paid. I lost my love for this game a long time ago and I’m not sticking around any longer than I have to.
Max Venom: I’m sure it won’t take long, easiest money you’ve ever earned. What’s in the trunk?
Blade: Just my new hobby
Max Venom: I don’t think I wanna know. Gear up, almost showtime.
Blade: You know me, always ready for an asskicking.
Max returns to his seat and the camera fades out.
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Post by Former FHT Employee Daniel Ice on Jan 27, 2013 15:26:50 GMT -5
[We're backstage in the small Legacy Hall gym where a lone man stands, smacking a punching bag. Loud thumps echo around the empty room as fists smash against the training aid almost rhythmically. It's the Dark Angel, working up a slight sweat as he prepares for tonight's match with Mistah J.J. The door opens. Angel turns his head towards the intruder while continuing the rhythm]
Dark Angel:
Not now.
[In walks former Legacy boss Keith Williams, ignoring Angel's words. He stands almost awkwardly next to Angel, waiting for him to stop. Angel just continues so Keith begins to talk]
Keith Williams:
You'll tire yourself out, you know. You'll be blown up before you even enter the ring tonight.
Dark Angel:
I'll be fine.
[Keith shakes his head a little but goes over to the punching bag. He holds it still, stopping Angel briefly. The two men share a look before Angel gives a little nod of appreciation and continues the workout]
Keith Williams:
So what's this about then? J.J. or FHT?
Dark Angel:
Neither. Just working out.
Keith Williams:
When was the last time you honestly worked out before a match? It's always been last minute interviews, quick meet-and-greets, hanging out with guys in the locker-room. Training's a new one for you.
[Silence. Angel continues to work over the punching bag. Keith watches him intently, aware of his own vulnerable position]
Keith Williams:
Easy. You tear something, you're screwed. I doubt Gordon or J.J. will let you out of this match whatever happens.
Dark Angel:
Wouldn't expect them to. Wouldn't want them to. You know how many threats I got when I was rehabbing my knee? How many nights I couldn't sleep because of the pain shooting through my knee from Robert's attack, the agony of watching Legacy slowly die and the fear that during the night I'd wake up to find J.J.'s scarred, grinning face staring at me? If I get injured, I'll work through it. It's safer that way.
[Keith's face shows he clearly disagrees but the veteran says nothing, just holding the bag still. More silence interrupted by the thumps of punches meeting bag]
Dark Angel:
Why are you even here?
Keith Williams:
I just thought we should clear the air a little. Man-to-man.
[Angel stops punching just long enough to ensure Keith sees the disbelief on Angel's face]
Keith Williams:
It's this whole FHT thing, ok? Something seems... off about it all. Don't you find it weird that Robert Gordon, the man who not only stands against everything FHT is about but is also in constant denial he was ever a part of it, he's done a 180 and brought it back?
Dark Angel:
Why do you care? Surely having FHT back is worth it... no matter the cost.
[Angel's fists hit harder. Keith holds the bag tighter to stop it moving]
Keith Williams:
Look, Legacy dying... That sucks. Obviously more for you, with all those grand statements about the Legacy Legion but I was always invested in it as a company. Every single day I was in charge the thought of bringing FHT back crossed my mind but I always resisted. Things were going good and hell, if it happened, I wanted it to be right. Robert Gordon bringing back FHT isn't right and that's what worries me.
Dark Angel:
Sorry to hear that.
[Keith lets go of the bag, his expression no longer one of a man attempting civility but the face of a man who has lost everything and is pissed about it]
Keith Williams:
So this is it, then? The Leader of the Legacy Legion in Legacy's final hours, hiding away once again?
[Keith's treading dangerous ground and both men know it. Angel continues his routine]
Keith Williams:
You know they were chanting for you, right? Every single show we ran, without fail. “We want Angel”. They never gave up on you, not once. I can't say I understand it but these people are going to need you in the coming weeks and I really think we should talk, plan for the worst. You've seen what Gordon's been doing, right? NIN Horror. Crusher Casey. Stone Cold. Who knows who else.
Dark Angel:
So he's surrounded himself with his favourite guys. Wouldn't be the first boss to do that.
Keith Williams:
He's not preparing to play favourites, Angel! His actions, all this time... He's preparing for a war.
Dark Angel:
You're being way too melodramatic. As far as I see it, you're just upset you weren't the guy who brought FHT back.
Keith Williams:
Oh, come on! You think if that was the problem, I'd be pleading my case to you? I needed someone with actual integrity. Someone who actually gives a damn about this place. I thought that was you, but apparently I was wrong because...
[Angel punches the bag harder and harder, ignoring Keith. Keith hesitates but finally drops the bombshell]
Keith Williams:
Because from what I hear, you went and handed your notice in.
[Angel punches the bag with all his strength. It goes rocketing out and swings back. Angel narrowly dodges it and both men watch as momentum takes its course]
Dark Angel:
How the hell did you-
Keith Williams:
I still have friends backstage. But I thought they were lying to me. Because I could call you a lot of things you might take offence to, Angel... No, Daniel, but I never thought I could in all honesty call you a coward.
Dark Angel:
It's more complicated than that.
Keith Williams:
I bet.
Dark Angel:
Gordon gave me two choices: sit out the rest of my contract at home or quit. Said he had no use for a Legacy Legion Leader now there was no Legacy.
[Silence again between the two men. Keith looks at Angel now with a bit more understanding but still that same anger]
Keith Williams:
But it was never about Legacy! It was about those fans! Goddammit!
[Frustrated, angry and unable to do anything about it, Keith kicks a nearby jogging machine. Angel just looks on, emotionless]
Dark Angel:
Tonight's my last match. I helped create the wound that is Mistah J.J. and I let it fester. I need to put him down so he doesn't hurt anyone else and then... that's it.
Keith Williams:
That's it? You're giving up?
[Angel has no answer. Keith just stares at him in disbelief]
Dark Angel:
Good luck with FHT.
[With this, Angel grabs a towel and leaves the gym. Keith stands there in shock then anger. He punches the bag as Legacy goes to commercial]
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Post by Joker Jr on Jan 27, 2013 17:10:11 GMT -5
[The camera is set up in a darken cold damp laboratory straight out of a horror flick. Mistah J.J is on the front side of a torture device designed to stretch your arms that appears to have someone in it.]
Mistah J.J: Dark Angal the past few months have been fun.
[Mistah J.J makes his way around to the backside of the device where the camera is.]
Mistah J.J: But we can't do this forever something has got to give!
[Mistah J.J walks over to the right side of the device and begins to turn the crank.]
-----cut screen-----
[Another camera shows Dark Angel walking down the hallway.]
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Mistah J.J: Dark Angal do you know what happens when a unstoppable force meets an immovable object?
[Mistah J.J goes to the left side of the device and begins to turn the crank and screams echo inside the room.]
Mistah J.J: Well in this case the unstoppable force comes up with a new plan to break apart the immovable object one piece at a time.
-----cut screen-----
[Dark Angel is still walking when suddenly he grabs his arms in pain.]
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Mistah J.J: Now he could attack any part of the immovable object and any other man would take out the legs and send the rest crashing down. However he likes the chase so he attacks the arms because then you can run but you can't defend yourself. Which means he gets to play with you for a bit before he sends you crashing down.
[Mistah J.J goes back to the right side of the device and turns the crank some more and more screams can be heard.]
-----cut screen-----
[Dark Angel goes down to one knee as he begins to feel more pain.]
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Mistah J.J: It also gives false hope that some how the immovable object is going to over come the odds thus fighting threw the pain and in the end still be standing which wouldn't be the case if it had no legs to stand on.
[Mistah J.J goes back over to the left side of the device and turns the crank some more and the screams get louder.]
-----cut screen-----
[Dark Angel is in a lot of pain as he appears his arms are being ripped from there sockets as he screams out in pain.]
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Mistah J.J: However even if you do survive you will never be the same.....
[Mistah reaches over to the other side of the device and jerks his hand back with hair in hand. He walks over to a table that has some type of liquid on it and he tosses in the hair before he sets it on fire. The man screaming echos in the background.]
Mistah J.J: Because what's an angal with broken wings?
[Mistah J.J picks up a sword off the table and dips it into the flaming liquid.]
-----cut screen-----
[Dark Angel is down on both knees holding his arms and screams out in pain.]
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[Mistah J.J suddenly swings the sword and cuts off one of the arms in the torture device!!! Loud yells echo in the room as FEATHERS fly all over the place. Mistah J.J walks back over to the table and hits stop on a radio and the screams stop.]
Mistah J.J: Had you going there didn't I? However later tonight they want be no smoke and mirrors or special effects because the nightmare will be real..............
-----cut screen-----
[Suddenly a trainer runs out to check on Dark Angel.]
Trainer: Are you ok?
[Dark Angel looks up at the trainer no longer in pain.]
Dark Angel: I don't know what happen suddenly it felt like my arms where being ripped from there sockets.
Trainer: That's weird!
Dark Angel: .......
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Mistah J.J: Dark Angal maybe next time you should listen to Keith Williams I wouldn't want you to hurt yourself before our match because tonight I break the wings of the angal and his true colors start to show.
[The camera begins to shake before it starts walking toward the torture device and to the front of it. Inside is a life sized voodoo doll that has a picture of Dark Angel as the face......fade to black.][/i]
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Post by The Reverend Daddy Joe on Jan 28, 2013 11:23:37 GMT -5
Static washes over the screen, and then the camera cuts to a shaky black and white camera out in the parking lot. There stands RDJ, he's wearing black jeans and a block hoodie with the hood up, the camera is zoomer in on him close, only showing his face and shoulders. He has visible ugly black stitching over his eye.
RDJ: This is a call to everyone who everyone who hasn't sold out. The numbers aren't on our side, Gordon has taken over FHT and he's using it for his own ends. This place is going to turn into another Sports Entertainment clone. This place, our place, our haven, the place where a man used to be able to define his own destiny is now another circus show.
RDJ runs a hand through his hair, pulling back the hood of his hoodie. He makes a waving, pointing gesture silently before shaking his head.
RDJ: "It doesn't have to be this way. We can't let it be this way. We can't let Gordon win. This is a call to arms. I'm calling on The Hardcore Horsemen, where ever you are, who ever you might be. Anyone who ever wanted to take up struggle against Gordon's vision to change this place into another side show, welcome to the Hardcore Horsemen. We're not going to win this his way, no, that's where Gordon has control. Matches, stipulations, championships, this is how Gordon will manipulate you. This is a guerrilla offensive, we will fight in the parking lot, we will fight in the air ports, we'll fight him at his very home if we have to. We are the horsemen, a philosophy, an ideal, a goal."
The camera pans out and it shows RDJ standing next to a fancy red Bently with a vanity plate that reads "SEI Gord". Joe has a bat dangling from his right hand. With his left he pulls up his hood and puts on a Guy Fawkes mask he had in his hoodie pocket.
RDJ: "We're coming for you, Gordon, you and all your cronies. and it starts tonight.
RDJ smashes the windshield of the car, then the headlights, then the hood and the doors. Some security personnel hear the commotion and try to inbterfere, but RDJ makes quick work of them with the bat, laying them out and running off with the cameraman. Cut to more static, and then a commercial break
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Post by "Sick" Nick™ on Jan 28, 2013 13:36:30 GMT -5
As Legacy Online comes back from a commercial break, a video package is shown.With both men out, Gordon is flipping out in a rage. The refs count continues to get higher but is broken at 5 as Nick gets up. Nick climbs the turnbuckles as the ref checks on Stone Cold. Gordon flips off his head phones as he leaps up, know he only has a split second to act. He leaps up onto the apron and grabs hold of Nick's leg for a second as Nick slips free. "Sick" Nick uncomfortably leaps off the top rope. As Austin is getting up, his head and Nick's heads collide, and the two crash to the mat.Gordon throws his hands on his head as he looks away.Harry Hebner:One... Two... Three... Gordon slams his fists on the apron, trying to will Stone Cold up off the mat.Harry Hebner:Four... Five... Six... Stone Cold starts to move.Harry Hebner:Seven... Eight... Stone Cold is getting up as Gordon is slamming his fists on the apron with all his might.Harry Hebner:Nine . . . . . Austin collapses back down.Harry Hebner:TEN! Erik Knights:The following contest has ended in a draw! Gordon drops his head on his arms on the apron as the ref checks on both men. Gary King:But if there is a draw, who is the #1 contender? Well earlier tonight, we got our answer. Robert Gordon made an executive decision and made a main event match for tonight. Gregory Brooks:That's right. Tonight for the Legacy World Heavyweight Championship, we will have Red Ninja defending his title against both Stone Cold Steve Austin and "Sick" Nick in a Triple Threat Match. Gary King:And right now we have Harold standing by with Nick. The camera shot goes to the locker rooms, backstage, where "Sick" Nick is lacing up his boots.Harold Gunther IV:Nick, earlier tonight Gordon signed a Triple Threat Match, pitting you between Stone Cold and the current Legacy champ, Red Ninja. What's going through your mind right now? Halfway through lacing his boot, Nick stops and rests his arms on his legs as he lowers his head. After a short pause, Nick speaks. “Sick” Nick:I stepped out from behind those curtains a few weeks ago, determined to make history. I failed. But that determination has not left. After the announcement Gordon made earlier, I realize that tonight truly is my last shot at making history. Harold Gunther IV:Why are you so hell bent on making history? You have had a storied career! “Sick” Nick:WHY!?! Nick looks up at Harold. “Sick” Nick:I've been noticing a pattern around here. Whenever a list of FHT/ELITE/Legacy wrestlers are listed, my name is usually left off. I will not be an afterthought. My career is not over. I mean, even you are already putting me out to the pasture. Harold Gunther IV:I... I don't understand. What do you mean? “Sick” Nick:I have had a storied career. Have had? No. I HAVE a storied career! It is still current. And tonight I will remind everyone of that. Tonight I am going to do something that no one else has ever done. Tonight I end a streak of 1,290 days of not having a World title around my waist. And in seven days, I will end a streak of 2,662 days of not holding the FHT Undisputed Championship. Harold Gunther IV:Speaking of the FHT. What are your thoughts on the return of the FHT? Nick looks at Harold as he tries to suppress a smile on his face. “Sick” Nick:Home. Where blood, sweat and tears flow like Niagara Falls... [Nick's suppressed smile, easily turns serious.] Or so I hope. There has been some chatter going on backstage since the announcement that the FHT is only returning in name. Gordon wants to use the name of the FHT to fill his pockets. The letters F; H; T will be accompanied by Starbucks and Skittles and McDonald's. Gordon isn't bring back the sex, drugs and rock 'n' roll FHT. He is going to be shoving a corporate FHT down our throats. And I'll be damned if I will let that happen! Austin can stand there all he wants and deny that he has aligned himself with Gordon. For all I know, Gordon has gotten to Ninja too. Tonight I am going into this match assuming that both Austin and Ninja are firmly stuffed in Gordon's back pocket. Tonight, I am going to bring the FHT back a little early as I go on to making history. Nick gets up. “Sick” Nick:It's time you leave now. Nick points to the door as Harold leaves. The camera turns back before leaving to catch Nick resting his head on his arm, which is resting on the locker door.
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Post by Austin on Jan 28, 2013 19:23:12 GMT -5
As Harold is leaving Nick's room, he runs directly into Steve Austin, looking pretty damn angry.
Austin: Just give me the microphone son, don't try and be a hero.
Gunther hands him the microphone and quickly stumbles out of the picture.
Austin: Let me tell ya a story about something I just saw on the monitors a few minutes ago.
Crowd: WHAT!?
Austin: I said let me tell ya a story about something I just saw on the monitors a few minutes ago.
Crowd: WHAT!?!
Austin: I said l-
Crowd: WHAT!?!
Austin: Say what if you like to fuck corpses.
Crowd: WHA- BOOO!
Austin: I just watched a grown man have a emotional breakdown over the fact that this company is changing names. I'm talking Dark Angel a man who resembles Paul Bunyan but has the emotional grasp of a girl dumped on prom night. WHAAA, CRY LEGACY IS CHANGING, FEEL BAD FOR ME. Quit being a pathetic pile of 6'10 shit, cause they don't stack shit that high. You wanna take that ball of yours and go home to be with LBM where everything is Ozzy and Harriet for the two you, congratulations to the both of you. Just like Ozzy, you're taking your ball and heading home because the chips don't fall in your order. When you decide to make a grand return, you better realize that I have you right in my crosshairs. And old Stone Cold don't miss. I can't believe I'm saying this, but I'm rooting for Chase or whatever the hell he calls himself to do beat you tonight. That's how pathetic you are. As for the Reverend Daddy Joe, you've always been in my crosshairs and I'm not in Robert Gordon's pocket, I'm not some stooge. You've spent the greater part of three years calling me out and the moment we go eye-to-eye, you go running away like some coward. Joe, you don't have to worry about Gordon or whether or not Alan Moore is going to sue you, you gotta worry about me. Bring the Hardcore Horsemen, bring whoever you want, because I'm sure that your friends aren't mine friends, and I probably have problems with them. As for tonight, it's me against Ninja and Nick for the World Title and it isn't going to be pretty at all. Red Ninja is the best wrestler out there, and Sick Nick is so concussed that he can take chairshot after chairshot without feeling anything. He's Homer Simpson at this point in his career, but none of that matters. Tonight I step over the corpses of two other men to claim the belt that I legitimized. And that's the bottom line cause Stone Cold said so.
Austin drops the microphone and leaves.
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Post by Heavy Metal Snail on Jan 28, 2013 22:53:27 GMT -5
It's now time for the tag team match playa! In one corner, we have former rivals Heavy Metal Snail and NIN Horror. These two men fought each other for months last year with both making a show of how much they disliked the other. In the other corner, we have Blade and Max Venom, two men who used to respect each other but have since been falling out since Max Venom's new change of attitude. Furthermore, both Horror and Snail have made it clear that they both don't like Venom, albeit for different reasons while Venom has his own problems with Horror's best friend Robert Gordon and has promised to deliver a beatdown on Snail. While all this is occurring, Blade remains an X Factor whole ordeal, with his agenda and his motivations being unclear. With all the history going into this, it can get quite confusing for a new viewer. All four wrestlers entered separately, making it obvious that they have no intentions of being buddy-buddy with their respective partners. As all four men make it to the ring, there is but one question on Legacy Legion's mind: Can these two teams hold it together long enough to win?
No, no they cannot, problems already surfaced before the opening bell with both teams arguing with each as for who starts. Venom and Blade got into a very intense argument over who was to begin with Venom winning simply through force of personality alone as Blade reluctantly stepped onto the apron. As bad as Blade and Max Venom were, they were certainly better than NIN Horror and Heavy Metal Snail who started shoving each other, demanding for the other to start the match. It was eventually Horror who won the argument by simply grabbing Snail and throwing him into Venom, quickly making his way onto the apron before Snail could react. With that the match was on.
It was patently obvious from the beginning that this wasn't a tag match. Both sides worked the other over singles style as much as they could with the only willing tags coming in when it was absolutely necessary. Snail and Venom started out and Venom used his superior size to bully Snail around with some tight headlocks and wrist locks, using his technique to his advantage. All the while, Horror was simply champing at the bits to get into the match as Venom slowly worked over Snail. While the strategy worked somewhat, Venom eventually got complacent with his headlocks and ended up putting on a headlock too loosely. He paid dearly for his mistake, as Snail rolled up, pushed him to the ropes and flattened him with a spinning wheel kick on the rebound.
The match turned into a battle of wits as Snail tried to speed things up at the same time Venom tried to slow things down. Any time one would get into a rhythm, the other would break it before they got too far. Snail would hit some high impact kicks and a suplex, only to be taken to the mat when he went for a running neckbreaker. Venom would lock in several painful holds, mainly ones working the legs but Snail would roll out when he tried to lock in a Boston Crab. Their exchange was interrupted when Venom and Snail locked up and Venom backed Snail close to the corner where the eager NIN Horror stretched his arm out to blind tag Snail, forcing himself into the match.
Venom was unaware of the fact that Horror had entered the match and paid dearly for it. Horror immediately took him down with a running shoulder block and started beating him with some high impact punches to the head. Unlike Snail, Horror wasn't willing to get the crowd energized and simply started to beat Venom down with some vicious brawling. Horror then threw Venom in a neutral corner and started laying in some brutal knife edge chops at a rate that would turn any man's chest into pudding quickly. By the time the ref reached five Venom's chest was red as the face of a schoolboy who just admitted he had a crush on the teacher. Horror decided to keep the ball rolling by waiting for Venom to leave the corner and went for a roaring elbow. However, Venom had his wits about him and countered with a spinebuster. With that, Venom walked over to his corner, slapped Blade in the chest and demanded that he go out and face Horror.
From here, the match just turned into a straight up fight. There was very little technique involved as Blade and Horror pummeled each other with some brutal punches. There wasn't anything fancy about it. At one point, Blade even threw a punch to Horror's jaw that was so hard that Horror fell right into the bottom turnbuckle, clutching his face tightly. The brawl continued until Horror got the advantage with a gamengiri. Blade was rocked by it enough for Horror to take position in his corner and back up, looking to hit a King Kong Lariat. Before he could bust off the ropes, Snail tagged himself in. NIN Horror didn't seem to notice and ran right towards the British Brawler. However, Blade was ready for the blow and countered it with his signature St. George Special. When Snail hit the ring, Blade simply tossed him aside with a belly to belly suplex.
Things proceeded business as usual, both sides getting their own moves in, even a few finishers attempts sprinkled about. What changed was when Blade and Heavy Metal Snail were in the ring and Snail went to the top rope in an attempt for the Stage Dive. Blade managed to get up before Snail could jump and threw him right off the ropes, right into the referee. With the ref out, the other competitors saw this as a cue to go in an out brawl. From there, it was complete chaos, with all four men brawling in the ring, no one seeming to gain the advantage until Horror Yakuza Kicked Blade into a seated position in the corner. Horror, thinking the situation was his to control, threw Snail out of the ring and went to focus on Max Venom but Venom of ready for him. The two men fought, with both freely abusing the rules now that the ref was out. The change in momentum came when Horror German Suplexed Venom and looked to hit the King Kong Lariat again. Snail, however, was angered at Horror's act of throwing him out of the ring and superkicked The Hall Of Famer as he was running for the King Kong Lariat...right into a Save the Queen from a newly recovered Blade.
At this point the ref got up as Venom began to focus on Snail. Blade, angered at Venom not leaving the ring (Blade is technically the legal man), went to argue with the ref. The ref, turned his back to the action in an attempt to get Blade back to his corner. This distraction gave Max Venom the opportunity to kick Snail in the balls which caused an uproar of boos from the crowd. With Snail doubled over, Venom picked him up, hit him with the Lethal Injection and made the cover. The ref slid to count the pin as Blade ran to break it up, angered that Venom was trying to steal the rightful win from him.
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Blade gets the axe handle down....
....too late, 3!
YOUR WINNERS, MAX VENOM AND BLADE!
Blade just storms out of the ring in disgust while Horror still seeks to get back to his feet on the outside of the ring. That just leaves Venom and Snail. Venom waits for Snail to get up and recover from the Lethal Injection. After he does, Venom stretches his hand out, a smug smile on his face, no doubt trying to play to the honorable side of Snail. Snail grabs the hand but doesn't shake. Instead, he takes his free hand and flips Venom off before pulling him into a short arm knee lift to the balls, sort of like some karmic justice. Snail then limps out of the ring and up the entrance ramp, exactly who's side he's on, remains a mystery.
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Post by Ninja/Killer on Jan 30, 2013 0:34:07 GMT -5
Quick Match:
The Wild Childs w/ Angelica Demonica def The Prankster Bros after Zero pinned Prankster 1 after an Elevated Complete Shot.
Jamie Coleson was standing on the stage watching the match. Zero and Brody invited Coleson down for a post match celebration but Coleson gave the two the middle finger then headed to the back.
(OCC:Sorry about the quick result. Wanted to post something atleast to show I'm alive.)
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Post by Ninja/Killer on Jan 30, 2013 0:36:22 GMT -5
Red Ninja is seen in a dressing room shadow boxing. Ninja's Legacy World Championship is displayed in the backround a graphic comes across the screen saying:
Red Ninja vs Sick Nick vs Steve Austin
STILL TO COME
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Post by Former FHT Employee Daniel Ice on Jan 30, 2013 14:08:04 GMT -5
Two out of Three Falls -vs-  “Asylum” plays to announce the introduction of Mistah J.J. who enters cackling to himself. The cry of “Legacy Legion!” announces the introduction of Dark Angel, who greets the fans for, what Brooks declares in delight, is the “last time”. Neither man let the other out of their sight as King goes over the rules for this unorthodox first to three match: The referee will award falls for any typical match ending stipulation: Pinfall, submissions, countouts etc or things like tables, first blood or quitting. Both men have been briefed on the full list and they've also agreed that they can only get the point for doing something once: multiple pinfalls won't count, it has to be a mix of three different stipulations.
It's a tentative start for both men as neither can get a clear advantage. The new moveset of the former Peep's Champ starts to give him an advantage, targeting Angel's arm, but he struggles to keep Angel's power under control. Angel tosses J.J. into the corner and launches himself before following it up with a stalling brainbuster. This only gets a two so Angel clotheslines J.J. out of the ring and whips him into the barricade to start working him over near the faithful Legacy Legion. J.J. however strikes Angel with a boot to the surgically repaired knee and follows it up with a sick DDT into the metal barricade! Angel rolls around in agony as J.J. starts to look under the ring. Both men re-enter the ring but J.J. comes armed with a steel pipe! The referee tries to warn him but he's ignored as J.J. goes to town with the pipe, with the focus being Angel's arm. The referee signals for the bell and the announcement of the first fall: Angel gets the first point via DQ.
J.J. continues to wail away with the pipe, the referee powerless to stop him now. Brooks reveals the brilliance here: Since you can only get a point from a stipulation once in this match, the referee can't DQ him again. J.J. has traded a point for the ability to use weapons fort the rest of the match without consequence. J.J. has all his focus on that arm of Angel, throwing it into the ring post, smacking it with the pipe and locking in move after move as Angel struggles to amount any defence. J.J. locks in The Cost and despite Angel's attempts to fight the pain, he's forced to tap. J.J. gets his first point via submission and is looking strong.
With Angel essentially out of play for the moment, J.J. just starts filling the ring with all the weapons he can grab from under the mat. Angel pulls himself up using the turnbuckle, clutching his arm and staring at the weapons J.J. is bringing into the match. Finally, J.J. re-enters and is caught by Angel brawling one-handed, throwing a multitude of left punches and following it with a big boot. Angel manages a powerslam but is still being bugged by his arm and that gives J.J. the opening he needs. J.J. hits a leaping DDT and grabs a steel chair, braining Angel as he tries to get up. He demands the referee checks for blood but there's nothing there. Annoyed, J.J. approaches Angel... And gets rolled up! 1... 2... Kickout! J.J. just about kicks out of the surprise roll-up! Now pissed, he just starts aiming kick after kick at the skull of Angel, who finally grabs one and uses the hold to bring J.J. down to the mat. It looks like Angel might roll through into a single leg Boston crab but J.J. reaches out and grabs a light tube and smashes it against Angel! Angel falls out of the hold but is still not bleeding. J.J. grabs a bat covered in barbed wire and swings it at Angel, who blocks with a chair. Both men now move around the ring, J.J. swinging and Angel dodging and blocking with the rapidly buckling chair. J.J. swings too wildly, Angel ducks and takes advantage with a big boot. Angel stares at the chair, clearly unsure if he should use it and take the DQ and misses J.J. lightning quick shot to the gut. J.J. then pounces and rubs the barbed wire over Angel's head. Finally, he manages to get some blood and the referee signals for another bell. J.J. goes two-one up via first blood.
Brooks calls the plan of J.J. in this match a “masterpiece”, pointing out that now Angel can't use weapons without handing the match to his opponent. He then criticises Angel, who was “whining about Legacy while J.J. planned this all out”. With submission already used, J.J. falls back on his old finisher, the Start but is caught by Angel who suplexes J.J. into a trash can. Brooks complains but King points out Angel shouldn't be DQed for weapons J.J. brought in. Angel signals for the Unearthly Destroyer but his arm gives out mid-way and J.J. gets another jumping DDT out of the counter. J.J. covers 1... 2... Angel kicks out! Frustrated but with victory in his grasp, J.J. mocks Angel by signalling for an Unearthly Destroyer of his own! He grabs Angel, but Angel knees J.J. in the gut and hits the Unearthly Destroyer himself! Both men are down as the Legacy Legion plead for Angel to make the cover! Angel crawls over... 1... 2... J.J. kicks out! Angel took a little too long getting into the cover. Angel tries to move to something else but J.J. grabs hold of the arm for a cross armbar! Angel howls in agony as J.J. wrenches back on the hold. King points out J.J. already won by submission but Brooks smugly answers back that J.J. is just causing damage and there's no way for Angel to stop it. Angel reaches the ropes but J.J. keeps the hold locked in, unable to be disqualified. In desperation, Angel rolls onto the floor and gets lucky as the momentum catapults J.J. into the side of the announcer table. Angel's arm hangs limply by his side as he struggles his way up, clutching onto the apron and ringpost for support. J.J. suddenly strikes with the Start, his big superkick... But Angel swerves out of the way! J.J. kicks the ringpost! Suddenly J.J. is the one in pain and Angel tries to take advantage by whipping him into the steel steps, only for it to be reversed and Angel to go flying over them instead! Legacy takes a commercial break.
Back on Legacy and Angel has been worked over by J.J. despite the Legacy Legion nearby willing him on. Angel is resting on the barricade while J.J. has brought the steel steps into the ring. He sets them up in the middle and then brings Angel back into the ring. Angel tries to fight back but J.J. rears back... The Start! Finally landing the big superkick, Angel collapses onto the steel steps! With a sick grin on his face, J.J. grabs a chair and climbs the turnbuckle as the commentary team wonder what J.J. has planned. J.J. comes flying off with a steel chair legdrop... But Angel moves! J.J. lands on the steps, steel hits steel and is sent flying out of the ring! The worn-out and bloody Angel leans against the ropes as J.J. clutches his ribs on the outside. He reaches under the canvas, pulling out a table as Angel tries to remove some of the broken weapons from inside the ring. The table is set up on the outside and J.J. re-enters the ring... But is caught on the apron with a rolling elbow! J.J. falls back... through the table! Angel is down on the mat, clutching his arm but the sacrifice paid off! Angel equalises two points to two: The next fall will win the match!
Gary King:What a match we've seen here! Such brutality between these two rivals, such carnage! Gregory Brooks:J.J. had this! He got greedy, his desire to hurt Angel overwhelmed his desire to win and now he's paying the price! Will he even make it back into the ring? [The referee is already up to five counting J.J. out as Angel leans against the turnbuckle, adjusting his elbow pad as he checks on the damage to his arm. 7... 8... 9... J.J. just about rolls in! Both men look like they're one big move away from being done but neither of them are about to give up. Angel and J.J. meet in the middle of the ring, Angel throwing a punch with his good arm to cheers. J.J. throws his own punch to boos. Cheers! Boos! Cheers! Boos! Che- Angel gets blocked and there's several boos as J.J. strikes again and again... Only for Angel to block and hit a headbutt to a big cheer!]Gary King:Neither man has got a pinfall over the other and you've got to think at this stage, that's what they're going for here. A three count to end it in their favour. Gregory Brooks:It's too close to call, King! Honestly, both men should be out by now but something's keeping them up! Something is keeping them fighting! [Angel tries to follow up but J.J. goes low with a kick and starts clubbing at Angel's back over and over, trying to bring the big man down. Angel pushes him away and J.J. again goes for The Start but is caught and spun around... into the Unearthly Destroyer! J.J. elbows free and tries to go for the jumping DDT but Angel catches him and attempts to slam him down! J.J. wiggles free, up and over Angel trying to bring him down into a sunset flip but fails. Angel aims a kick at the vulnerable J.J. but he rolls away and back to his feet and the two men stare each other down, unable to get the better of that exchange]Gary King:How much is left? Who can find that last big move and pull out the win? The fans here solidly behind Angel but has the targeted assault of J.J. been too much for Angel to handle? Gregory Brooks:Angel might be powered by love but Mistah J.J. is fuelled by hate, his hatred of Angel and everything he stands for. He won't stop until the hero understands everything he's suffered! [Angel and J.J. circle each other around the steel steps, reaching out tentatively, neither man wanting to make a mistake here. J.J. approaches the front of the stairs... And runs up them, aiming for a flying elbow... But gets caught by Angel, one-handed spinebuster into the steel steps! The crowd erupts as J.J. hits the steel, rolling off in agony! Angel collapses from the sheer effort but J.J. seems like he's out! The fans will Angel on!]Gary King:This is it, Brooks! Angel has done it! He just needs to cover J.J. and- Hell's Bells (AC/DC) hits...Gregory Brooks:Oh God, could it be? The Monster, the bodyguard to FHT owner and Hardcore Champion Robert Gordon? The humongous MMA machine, Crusher Casey! He's coming down to the ring! [Brooks speaks the truth as the powerhouse Casey strides down to the ring, staring right at Angel. Injured, bleeding and exhausted, Angel retreats to the corner, trying to reason with Casey, even as he watches J.J. slowly get to his feet. Casey approaches Angel, sneering as J.J. gets up... And suddenly Casey grabs J.J! The crowd gasp as J.J. is forced into powerbomb position!]Gary King:What the hell is this? Gregory Brooks:I'll tell you what it is! It's the goddamn Casey Bomb! [J.J. is Casey Bombed right onto the steel steps and is out! The fans aren't sure what to do even as Casey continues to stare at Angel, grinning sadistically. It isn't until the bell rings that people realise what has just transpired]Erik Knights:Ladies and gentlemen, Dark Angel has been disqualified due to outside interference! Therefore, your winner by 3 falls to 2, MISTAH J.J! [J.J. looks nothing like a winner, embedded in the steps and out cold. Angel doesn't look much better, beaten and battered in the corner, realising the plan of Robert Gordon, using his bodyguard Casey]Gary King:I don't believe this! Gordon took Angel out of this company for months, he took Legacy from him, he's forced him out of his job and now, on Angel's final night, he's sent his henchman to go ruin this grudge match and cost Angel the win! Gregory Brooks:Good riddance to bad rubbish! Get Angel out of there and teach Mistah J.J. to respect the new guy in charge! Once again, Robert Gordon shows his intelligence! [Casey gives Angel one last cruel smirk as he leaves. J.J. hasn't moved and Angel signals for a microphone]Dark Angel:Casey... Casey, you son of a bitch, you tell Gordon when you see him that I won't be going that easy! This is still my Legacy Legion and I will still be there to protect them, no matter what! I'll be watching and you can bet your ass I'll be back! [Angel chucks the microphone to the ground as the crowd roars their approval. Casey just sarcastically claps as security enter the ring, followed by medics. Angel is escorted from the ring by security as the medical team look over Mistah J.J. while the fans start to chant “We want Angel”. Angel is dragged past Casey and up the ramp, disappearing behind the curtain]Gary King:Angel promising he'll be back but right now, things look bleak for the Leader of the Legacy Legion! What'll be the fallout from this attack? Join us, next Wednesday, as FHT makes its return to find out! Gregory Brooks:Robert Gordon Presents FHT. Let's give credit where it's due. And up next, a huge triple threat for the Legacy World Wrestling Championship as reigning champion Red Ninja defends against “Sick” Nick and “Stone Cold” Steve Austin! Who'll be the final holder of the Legacy World Wrestling Championship? Stay tuned, as the final ever Legacy Online draws to a close! |
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