FHT RE:VENGE - February 20th, 2013

[Former FHT Employee Daniel Ice]

Wednesday, February 20^TH, 2013

Live from the FHT Arena, New York, NY--------------------

Hype Match for Elimination Chamber VI!


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Tag Match

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Dark Angel vs. Keith Williams Contract Signing!



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- C O M M E N T A T O R S -


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"Boom Boom Pow" by The Black Eyed Peas starts to play. After the short intro is done, a shot of the arena is shown as the fans start to go nuts, the kids mostly. The FHT Legion is mostly angry. Pyro begins to shoot off the stage as the music begins to fade out.

Gregory Brooks: We've got a blockbuster card just seven days away from the first FHT Supershow, Elimination Chamber, with two major multiman matches! All six men in that huge Elimination Chamber match will be in the ring together in our main event, a 3 vs. 3 tag match.

A-Damn Hater: We've also got FHT Undisputed Champion "Sick" Nick teaming up with the Titan of Ultraviolence, Ash Strife to face their Supershow opponents, the dangerous Stone Cold Steve Austin and the ever-unstable Blade, likely with that mannequin Hardcore Steve in tow!

Gary King: And Dark Angel could be making his last appearance on an FHT broadcast as he and Keith Williams will be signing the contract for their match at the Supershow. Angel wins, he gets his job back, Keith wins, he gets to keep his freedom.

Gregory Brooks: What a fantastic match concept that is, a Robert Gordon original! There's sure to be much more as well so let's get to it!

[Joker Jr]

[Mistah J.J is setting against a wall in the backstage area looking down doing something with his hands but you can't see what.]

Mistah J.J: I want to care, I want to care, I WANT TO CARE but I'm mentally insane. You think I want to inflect pain on people? NO! You see I just don't have those voices in my head telling me not to. However I have just enough control to attack your arms instead of your legs giving you the choice to walk away. Angal, Welliams they where smart enough to take that choice and walk away.

[Mistah J.J looks up at the camera and stops what he is doing for a second.]

Mistah J.J: Why couldn't you be smart? Why couldn't you just walk away? Why do you have to be the stupid one? Sssnail I like you, I like you, I LIKE YOU and I want to see you reach the top of the mountain in this company. However if you choose to step in the ring with me for three weeks straight I promise I will break you, I will break you, I WILL BREAK YOU!!!

[Mistah J.J slightly sadden looks back down at his hands.]

Mistah J.J: It doesn't matter who you have faced, who you have beaten, how great you are, what you have done, or what you will become. You are breakable so don't be stupid walk away, walk away, WALK AWAY!!!

[The camera zooms out to see a pile of Heavy Metal Snail action figures beside Mistah J.J with their arms missing and laying all over the ground.]

Mistah J.J: Are you looking at me? Are you looking at me? ARE YOU LOOKING AT ME?

[Mistah J.J gets up and grabs a lead pipe that was leaning against the wall. He slowly walks toward the camera as he screams " ARE YOU LOOKING AT ME?". Suddenly the camera falls to the ground.]

Camera Man: AWWW MY ARM!

Mistah J.J: Did Gordan send you?

Camera Man: MY ARM!

Mistah J.J: He did didn't he?

Camera Man: MY FUCKING ARM!

Mistah J.J: He did, he did, HE DID! I know he did because their all out to get me. You can't fool me, you can't fool me.........

[Mistah J.J picks up the camera and points it at his face.]

Mistah J.J: GOOORDAN! GOOORDAN! GOOORDAN! YOU CAN'T FOOL ME!

[Mistah J.J turns the camera toward the camera man that is rolling around on the ground holding his arm in pain yelling.]

Mistah J.J: Gordan keep sending them and I will continue making them pay THE COST for you. However soon very soon you will have to face me and then it will be you paying THE COST!

[Mistah J.J sets the camera down pointed toward the camera man before he locks on THE COST. The camera man screams in pain for a few seconds before SNAP! Mistah J.J lets go before he moves himself back toward the wall and leans against it. He grabs the camera and points it toward his face again.]

Mistah J.J: He sees you when you're sleeping. He knows when you're awake. He knows if you've been bad or good. So be good for goodness sake! O! You better watch out! You better not cry, better not pout, I'm telling you why because Mistah J.J is coming to town!

[Mistah J.J tosses the camera and is crashes][/b][/i]

[Max Venom]

- EARLIER TODAY -

A small warehouse where FHT stores its more rarely-used props and accessories. Taking up a large portion of the storage space are the pieces of the Elimination Chamber. Standing next to it, smoking, is Max Venom (Sunglasses, leather jacket, t-shirt with the words "Flower of Carnage" on) who runs his hand over some of the dangling chains, covered in dust.

Max Venom: Six years. That's approximately how long its been since this chamber has seen use. Six years... I wasn't even in this company six years ago. I was probably snuffing out another insignificant promotion at that point. Sometimes I long for those carefree days, you know? Sometimes I stand in the FHT Arena and feel like I'm trapped in a cage. I see the battle-scarred veterans hobbling down the ramp or gasping in pain as their knees jar walking up some stairs and for a moment, I wonder if that's my eventual fate. To become like the rest of you. Another tired old relic but then I remember: I'm better than that. And I'm going to make this promotion better than that too. No more casualities to the beast that is the FHT hardcore legacy. No, it'll be a promotion that is truly mainstream without requiring men to sacrifice their lives to feed its success.

Lost in thought, Max starts to look through the pieces of the chamber. He grabs a floor piece, coated in something... Dried blood. His hand brushes against it and it flakes off onto the floor.

Max Venom: Six times. This'll be the sixth time the Chamber has been seen in FHT history. The five past winners are all Hall of Famers, this is a match that defines careers. It might well be the most important match any of us wrestle and I'm sure everyone will be gunning for the win, unaware that this match has already been decided. When I step into that Chamber, the only way I'll be leaving is as the number one contender. I simply will not accept anything less. I'm not only at a higher level than any of you, I simply see this as a must-win match. I will not let this opportunity fall into the hands of those too foolish, too naive or too incompetent to use it for all it's worth. That is why I have taken an additional precaution. An insurance policy, as a match like this is a gamble, and the only way I gamble is with loaded dice. In the interests of good business, I'll give you a tease of what you can expect in the chamber.

Venom takes his time, walking through past the steel until he comes face-to-face with one of the glass pods. He wipes the dust away until he can see his own reflection.

Max Venom: Six men. Six men will enter this match and fight in the belief that this is a match where every man is out for themselves. Little realising how they are being played, how the strings are being plucked so everything falls right into my hands. I will not be stepping in that chamber alone and believe me, I'm not talking about something spirtual here. Up-front: I'm going to have help. Someone in that chamber will be on my side because they know, they agree that I deserve that spot, that it is simply good business that Max Venom main events Wrestletopia, wins the FHT Undisputed Championship and uses his position to take FHT to new heights.

The reflection is unclear. Max takes his cigarette out from his mouth, stubs it right in where his eye is on the reflective surface.

Max Venom: So who is it? Who's my partner-in-crime? Maybe it's the King of New York, Reverend Daddy Joe. I mean, that sounds crazy, right? Why would Joe join me, after the war we put each other through, after what he said about me last week. Anyone who reckons Joe can't play a long con simply doesn't understand who Joe is. I do though. He's a man who has given blood, sweat and tears for this company and yet he's not in the Hall of Fame. He's not a former FHT Undisputed Champion. He's a legend without the respect and at this point, don't you think that starts to wear on a person? That maybe, just maybe he's realising just how broken the FHT system is? And isn't it suspicious how one week he was rallying the troops for a hardcore revolution and the next, he's happy to sit on his contract and wait things out?

Max walks over to some boxes, pulling one down and digging deep, looking for something he knows is there. He grabs it, pulls it out. A ripped mask of Red Ninja, torn and battered, left discarded in the warehouse.

Max Venom: How much do you all really know about Red Ninja? His name, his face, his entire life is this cleverly concealed mystery. Of course, the one thing a ninja always has on his side is surprise. Red Ninja has done it all and yet... Something's missing. You can't quite put your finger on it but the question you ask yourself as you try to get to sleep at night isn't "What's next?" but "What else?". What else do you need to do to escape the purgatory of being talented, reliable but not quite the star. Good when the promotion needs stability but nnot when it needs drawing power. It starts to creep on you, maybe it isn't me because every night I go out there and give it everything. No, maybe it's this hardcore garbage wrestling promotion that can't appreciate my talents, my wrestling ability. You don't need the title again, you've been there, climbed that mountain. Why not help another man fight for change, right? Why not stand with him and get the respect you sorely deserve?

The mask is casually thrown to the ground. Venom wanders over to a set of torches, perhaps for inferno matches or an old pyro display, and turns one on. It clicks, stutters and hisses before a dull flame emerges.

Max Venom: Fire is the great cleanser and I think what's left of The Peep's Champ is testimony to that. Scarred, burnt and twisted beyond recognition into a monstrous little clown with a thing for ripping people's arms off. How could Max Venom possibly get an insane man to side with him? Well, for one, I do speak fluent psychopath. For another, what does a madman want with a title belt? A man like Mistah J.J. is pure instinct, pure desire and he desires little else but to hurt, maim and destroy. I could give J.J. all the arms he wanted so trust me, dealing with his insane side is no issue. Neither is what's left of his mind because his suffering is a direct result of this in-built mentality that pain and brutality are the only ways to success. I have a better way so why not focus that aggression and anger on men who deserve it more? Take them out, leave the saviour of this company alive so the next generation of wrestlers don't have to suffer like you did.

The flame clicks and turns off. Max goes further and further into the warehouse and finds an unexpected treasure, framed together but forgotten: The ELITE Worldwide and Daredevil Titles. The nameplate, almost rusted over but still just about visible, says "NIN Horror".

Max Venom: A man like NIN and a man like me. Men who honed their craft around the world, known for their matches and mic work, for being the very best at what they do to the point they still hold belts they never lost. On paper, we're pretty alike but in reality, we've never quite seen eye-to-eye. Yet right now, here we are, on the same side of the battle to bring change and evolution to FHT. But little Ophelia isn't quite so little anymore, is she? There's only so many hours in the day and the battle ahead is daunting. Draining. So why not leave it to that kid that, as much as you may resent him, reminds you of yourself. Let Max Venom lead the charge and reap the benefits from comfort of a nice French villa. No more sacrifice, no more scars, no more pain. Just one match to ensure FHT remains on the right path. After all, what do you have to prove? You've already got a copy of the last FHT Undisputed Title in your living room. And when Ophelia is older, she'll be so thankful her father is still strong enough to be a part of her life. So proud to see him as an important part in creating the future of FHT.

The old title belts are left behind and now Max starts to walk out, grabbing a pipe on the way. He stands outside, a downcast day having rained earlier. A snail slowly ebbs its way across the ground in front of him. Max uses the metal pipe to pick up the snail and laughs a little.

Max Venom: A bit on the nose that one? A bit in your face, perhaps? The best way to keep a secret is to have it happen in the open because no one believes the most obvious solution anymore. I've been telling Snail for weeks that the smart move would be to join up with me, haven't I? His refusal to give me an outright rejection speaks volumes. Maybe, just maybe he understands. He's not like the rest of you, so used to how the FHT operates that he can't even imagine it changing. A backyarder who learnt to wrestle, watching trained wrestlers doing backyard stunts. It has to be frustrating, has to just piss him off that this company will go with, time and again, the gimmicky hardcore wrestlers over the very future of this company. I've said, time and again, no one understands how it feels to be in the position of knowing you're so much better than the men on top and yet watching the company overlook you to push those so-called legends some more. That frustration, that anger, that desire to do something, anything to make them understand. That need to start an uprising and bring a new order to a place severely lacking it. He's young and talented, there'll be time for title shots soon enough. But the chance to force change? That might be once in a lifetime.

Venom sets the snail down, watches it continue to crawl away. He stands in front of the warehouse, a decade of history rotting in those walls.

Max Venom: So why reveal this? Why ruin the surprise? Simple, the same reason I do anything: Good business. All you FHT fans who think you know everything now have something only two people in the world know about to speculate and discover. A reason to watch the coming Supershow, to watch the Elimination Chamber match. As, after all, the ultimate outcome is ineviable. I'm Max Venom and next Wednesday, I'm going to be the sixth winner of the Elimination Chamber match. I guarantee it.

With that, Max walks off-camera. We pan up to the sky before FHT RE:VENGE pays some bills with an ad break.

[Keith Williams]

FHT comes back from commercial break to find Keith Williams walking thru the underground parking lot under FHT arena. He is wearing a black hoodie with the hood up covering his head, blue jeans and work boots. He is also lugging his gear behind him. Kristin Ricci comes running up beside him with a mic in her hand.

Kristin Ricci:
Keith! a moment of your time please

Keith stops. For a moment or two he just stands there. Finally he raises his hand and pulls down his hood.

Kristin Ricci:
For the past week, you have been noticeably quiet on social media. No new tweets, no updates on facebook, or any new entries on youtube. Why the silent treatment?

Kristin holds the mic close to Keiths' mouth. After a few moments of silence Keith starts to speak.

Keith Williams:
I needed to get away. Needed time to think. Do I accept the match at the supershow or not. If i do, it will without a doubt be the biggest match i have ever been in. Now I know you will say that I have been in bigger title matches, but I have never been in one where a mans career hung in the balance.

If Angel wins, everything I have done won't have been in vain. The rallies, the fliers, the t-shirts, the whole free angel campaign. It will have meant something. He comes back to FHT and will be able to work his way up to his rightful spot, main eventing and winning the FHT World Heavyweight title. By me winning this match, everything will be for naught.

But if I lose, I lose my freedom. I am forced to join SEI. A group that embraces all that is wrong with this business. The funny skits, the pyro, the 20+ minutes promos inside of a ring to kick off a show. You see how they are influencing this company now. The corporate sponsors, product placement at every turn. They turned Blade, one of the baddest son of a bitches in this business, into a joke. Walking around backstage with a damn puppet on his hand.This business is about two men who have a disagreement, settling it in the ring. Not having a 20 minute therapy session in the ring and at the end hug it out.

If I am forced to join SEI, Keith Williams is finished, gone from FHT. SEI will undoubtedly "repackage" me.If I lose, I might as well retire on the spot. Better that then become a joke of my former self like Blade.

Kristin Ricci:
So have your decided to accept Roberts match or not?

Keith looks at Kristin and then pulls his hood back over his head and turns and walks towards the lockerroom.

[Former FHT Employee Daniel Ice]

[Cut to Angel, in his locker-room watching the TV. The same look of indecision is on Angel's face as he looks around his locker-room, mostly empty after his recent firing. Angel is shadowed by six security guards, all of whom have at least one eye on Angel]

Dark Angel:
Goddamn Gordon...

[Angel sighs under his breath but his thoughts are cut off by a pounding on the door. The security team mobilise as Stone Cold comes bashing through the door, chair in hand, gunning for Angel! Dark Angel leaps to his feet, ready as security split, trying to hold both men back]

Stone Cold:
Ya cowardly son of a bitch! Waltzin' into Stone Cold's arena without answering the damn challenges I've been puttin' out for the past weeks!

[Austin tries to swing the chair at Angel but can't quite manage to do it with security holding them back. Angel is not backing off at all, trying to reach Austin and stretching security to its limit]

Dark Angel:
You think I've been hiding, Austin? Why don't you go ask Gordon why I've not been here! Maybe he can explain it to you simply with some nice crayon drawings or with Blade's puppet.

Stone Cold:
Reckon you're a goddamn comedian, son? Gonna make old Stone Cold split his sides with laughter, that's how you gonna do me in? Because it damn sure ain't by fightin'! Come on, you lanky punk! Stop hiding behind these guards and get me!

[More struggling. The overworked security team is basically begging for back-up to arrive]

Dark Angel:
I owe you, Austin, I haven't forgotten what you did to King! You're just going to have to wait in line!

Stone Cold:
I ain't one for being patient, Stone Cold's no chickenshit pasty-ass goth freak willin' to wait his turn, EH EH! As far as I see it, your ass is mine and I don't give a damn about bans, rallies or your 12 year old fanbase. I'll kick your ass here, in the ring, outside the arena, any damn place I want to. You get hired or fired, don't make a lick of difference to me!

Dark Angel:
Yeah, I keep hearing about the tough S.O.B. who's going to kick my ass but I bet you're not so confident without that chair and without an excuse to not have to back off.

Stone Cold:
Are you doubting me, son? I'm gonna be waiting for you, win or lose, and I'm gonna show your ass what being dead's all about! You sign that damn contract tonight and you get one more week of livin'! Dumb bastard like you don't know how lucky you've got it. Time is ticking down, you either take your beating now like a man or you carry on hidin' like the bitch you are till after the Supershow!

Dark Angel:
What are you babbling on about?

Stone Cold:
You shut your goddamn hole when Stone Cold is talking, you mealy-mouthed son of a bitch! Stone Cold agreed to a little personal favour for Gordon, see, I agreed I won't cripple your Legion-loving carcass after you signed that contract so you and Keith can go beat the hell out of each other. The moment the Supershow is over though, and Stone Cold Steve Austin is walkin' about with the FHT Undisputed Title around his waist, it's open season and greasy bastards like you are fair game.

Dark Angel:
Just another excuse, Steve! Just hiding away again and pretending you're the tough guy!

Stone Cold:
Why don't you march that smart mouth of yours over here and say that to my face? I'll smack those yellow teeth down your yellow throat!

[Angel pauses for a moment... Then flips Austin the double birds! Stone Cold absolutely flips as more security arrive, dragging a furious Stone Cold out of the locker-room. Angel remains ready, as if expecting a return. One of the security guards addresses Angel]

Security Guard:
Honestly, the sooner you sign that contract, the better it'll be for all of us. You are going to sign it, right?

[No answer. Angel backs away to his seat in front of the TV as FHT RE:VENGE continues on]

["Sick" Nick™]

Just before FHT RE:VENGE goes to a commercial break, we see "Sick" Nick walking through the hallway, on his way to the ring for his match. Kristin Ricci stops him.

Kristin Ricci:
Nick. One moment please.

Nick stops, then straps the FHT Undisputed Championship around his waist. Nick nods to Kristin.

Kristin Ricci:
Over the past couple of months we have seen a big change in your opponent for the Supershow. Why do you think this is?

“Sick” Nick:
I don't understand why people are so surprised. Have I not been saying this for the past, what... Eight months or so? This is the true Stone Cold Steve Austin. This hardened, black hearted SOB is the man that stood there all these years. It wasn't that beer chugging, in-your-face guy that everyone loved.

Kristin Ricci:
But why the sudden change?

“Sick” Nick:
Who knows? Who cares? Maybe after months of calling him out and then losing to me brought it out of him. Maybe he just woke up on the wrong side of the bed one day. Again, I don't know and I don't care. Personally Kristin, I am tired of this. I am tired of face good ol' Stone Cold. How many more chances is he going to get at trying to beat me. I beat him at FHT10 and we came to a draw on the second to last Legacy show... With interference from Gordon, I want to remind you. Look, it is obvious what is going on here. After weeks of blatant advertising and cheesy special guests, Gordon is looking for that house hold name to hold the FHT Undisputed Championship. And in Gordon's mind, that man is Stone Cold Steve Austin. But after next week, when I beat Austin one final time, we finally get to bury this chapter and move on to something new... Something more interesting.

Ash Strife walks up to Nick.

“Sick” Nick:
Tonight Austin... Blade. We [Nick points to himself and Ash.] are going to make short work of the two of you. Then next week Austin... Well, it's going to be like that Taylor Swift song... We Are Never Ever Getting Back Together. So consider it our break up swan song Austin, because after next week... We Are Never Ever Getting Back Together!

Nick taps Ash on the back shoulder and off the two go for their match.

Kristin Ricci:
Well there you have it folks. Up next is Nick and Ash versus Blade and Austin.

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COMMERCIAL BREAK . . .

["Sick" Nick™]

As FHT RE:VENGE comes back, Blade and Stone Cold Steve Austin are standing in the ring. "Down With The Sickness" by Disturbed hits and out walks the FHT Undisputed Champion, "Sick" Nick, and Ash Strife. The two make their way to the ring and climb in. The ref calls for the bell and Austin and Blade discuss who is going to start the match.

Nick nods to Ash and the two charge at their opponents. Ash charges at Blade and squashes him into the corner turnbuckles. Nick levels Austin with a title shot to the head. The two start to pummel their opponents as the ref tries to break it up.

Julio Garcia:
One... Two... Three... Four... Five . . . . . That's it!

Garcia calls for the bell and the match is over. Ashe Clotheslines Blade over the top rope as Nick hits a baseball slide, knocking Austin to the floor. Both Ash and Nick go to the outside. Ash goes under the ring and pulls out two tables. Nick moves the timekeeper and announcer and grabs their chairs. Ash slides a table towards Nick and then Nick throws the second chair to Ash. Austin and Blade start to get up and Ash nods to Nick... BAM! A pair of chair shots level Austin and Blade. Nick points to the table at Ash's feet and the two start to set them up. Ash grabs Blade by the hair and lifts him up. Nick grabs Austin by the neck and pulls him up. Nick looks at Ash and Ash looks at Nick. The two nod to each other. Nick flips Austin up on his shoulders with a Gut Wrench. Ash wraps his hand around Blades throat and lifts him in the air. Simultaneously, Ash hits Ashes To Ashes on Blade through the table and Nick sends Austin through his table with a "Sick" Bomb.

Gregory Brooks:
This was totally out of line! They just ruined a great match!

A-Damn Hater:
No. They just sent a message to their opponents. The type of message that gives you a hard time of getting out of bed the next morning.

Gregory Brooks:
Nick may be tired of facing Austin, but after next week, Austin will knock him out COLD!

FHT Officials flood ringside as Ash and Nick back off. A few officials attend to Austin and Blade as the rest escort Nick and Ash to the back.

[Blade]

~FHT RE:VENGE returns from an advertisement break and heads backstage to Hardcore Steve’s locker room. Blade is sitting on the bench where he is pressing an icepack on the back of his head. He notices the camera and gives it a look of disapproval at the interruption. Steve is nowhere to be seen~

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Blade
That was a dirty trick you pulled out there. But I should thank you Ash Strife. You have just validated every single decision I have made since Max called me up and asked me for a bit of help to take out the trash. I was retired and I was retired for a reason. People like you are that reason. You have no regard for other people and the damage you are causing. The four of us could have had a good match, we could have entertained people. Isn’t that our job? Aren’t we entertainers? But no, you decide it would be much more appropriate to be brutes; to attempt to destroy a man’s livelihood. I shouldn’t have to deal with this crap, I’m here to get paid and not be assaulted in the manner I just was. I should goddamn sue you, both of you clowns. But quite frankly, I would much rather show you the error of your ways with my very own hands.

~Blade tosses the icepack across the room and shrugs off the pain, looking intensely into the camera lens.~ [/i]

Blade
As far as I am concerned, “Sick” Nick is not a problem I have to be concerned about right now. At the Supershow, I will look on with joy as you become the former Undisputed FHT Champion and that belt goes around the waist of someone who understands the status quo. That just means I get to focus on you Ash. You call yourself the Titan of Ultraviolence. How fucking stupid are you? I bet my damn puppet has a bigger brain than you.

~Unexpectedly, the distinctive voice of Hardcore Steve replies from off camera.~ [/i]

Hardcore Steve
Hey! Who the hell are you calling a puppet!

Blade
Screw you! Where the fuck were you out there, I could have done with some help?

Hardcore Steve
Oh yeah, I weigh 5lbs. I’m sure my presence would have been a turning point in you getting your arse handed to you by someone with the intelligence of a caveman.

Blade
Yeah well you better get used to it, your debut is coming.

Hardcore Steve
Yeah yeah, I know, I know.

Blade
You better have been training; you aren’t going to do much in your condition.

Hardcore Steve
Umm...yeah. Training. I’ve been training.

~Blade lets out an audible sigh.~ [/i]
Blade
You haven’t been, have you? Don’t you realise how important it is you make an impact against Brad?

Hardcore Steve
Something came up...

Blade
What?

Hardcore Steve
A pair of blondes with massive tits, that’s what came up.

Blade
So, groupies?

Hardcore Steve
Hell’s yeah boy. What can I say, bitches love wood.

Blade
Whatever, don’t expect me to help you against Brad.

Hardcore Steve
Hey man, that ain’t fair!

Blade
You only have yourself to blame. Now will you shut up and get out, I’m busy.

Hardcore Steve Fine, I’ll come back when you are off your period.

~With that, Blades eyes follow someone off camera until the sound of a door opening and closing is head. Blade then turns his attention back to the camera.~ [/i]

Blade
Now, where were we? Ash, this match was initially just a job. You were nothing more than someone I had to beat to get a bit more cash. But you’ve gone and made this personal. I may not be an advocate of the style anymore, but you should probably keep in my mind that I’ve been hardcore most of my career. At the Supershow, I’m going to show you the cost of that style. And as a bonus, I’ll teach you the reason why the SEI is good for this company and for this business.

~Blade reaches into his bag and pulls out a bottle of beer. He pops off the top and slowly drinks in a few mouthfuls before returning his attention back to the camera.~ [/i]

Blade
And speaking of the SEI, I want to address Keith Williams while I have this time in front of the camera. Earlier on this evening, you made a few false claims in regards to my current persona. Just to be clear, this is all me. Retirement is kind of boring so I decided to take up a hobby and Steve was the result of that. Hell, I would still be there if it wasn’t for the fact that Gordon paid me some good cash. But more than that, I do have to question exactly what your problem is. This business isn’t an easy one, our bodies don’t last and the pay is honestly pretty shitty. The SEI can fix all that. The money will offer us job security, it’ll allow us to have better health care and look after our bodies more. Can’t you see that it is a good thing? This business is ever evolving and Gordon is just doing what is best for this company. Think about it.

~At that, Blade gets up and leaves the room as the scene fades to black.~ [/i]
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[Heavy Metal Snail]

From Blade, we go to Heavy Metal Snail, who's currently holding one of the mutilated Heavy Metal Snail action figures. He looks at it with disdain as the janitorial staff goes to clean up the remaining broken action figures and throw them into the garbage. Snail is not dressed for wrestling tonight and instead rocking a green hoodie and black jeans. He takes the action figure in his hand, grips it tight, and throws it aside.

Heavy Metal Snail: Wow, J.J. just wow! This is just pathetic. I mean, what on god's green earth were you looking to achieve with this little display? You bought all these Heavy Metal Snail action figures, which just puts more money in my pocket, and then break them all like a 5 year old child having a temper tantrum after his dad doesn't give him his allowance? And for what? So you can tell me that you'd break me? If I had a nickel for every time someone told me that, I'd have enough to retire, marry a porn star and run away to Aruba...

Snail then let's out a small laugh before looking back at the diminishing pile of action figures before looking to the camera again.

Heavy Metal Snail: You honestly think I'm afraid of you Chase? That's right, I'm not buying into this whole "Oh I'm crazy thing, I'm insane" act. Because unlike Angel or Ace Andrews or even the FHT audience, I can see right through your smokescreen. You've been in this business for what, 10 years? You're past your prime Chase and what are you doing to stop it? You're desperately trying to act progressively more unhinged in an effort to curb the fact that you have nothing to fall back on. This is all just a desperate cry for attention. You're trying to keep this crazy act up just so people won't forget you, so that they will remember that you existed.

And that's exactly why I somehow have ended up in your crosshairs no? You think that somehow, the fact that I beat you is a sin that must be punished with some kind of horrible beating? Can't you just accept the fact that I won, you lost and move on like a normal human being instead of keeping this Joker ripoff act and trying to talk all these lies about how you will break me? Listen Chase, you don't intimidate me. You can't intimidate me. And it doesn't matter what you do to me, I will guarantee you that you're promise to break me will forever be left unfulfilled, and that's not a promise, that's a statement.

Fin

[Ash Strife]

The scene opens up to Brad Baxter walking backstage all bandaged up when Kristen Ricci stops him.

Ricci: Brad, we haven’t seen you since two shows ago when you suffered a horrendous beating at the hands of the returning Ash Strife. You look horrible tonight, what are you doing here.

Baxter: I told you the fans, that my era starts now and I won’t let anyone stop… what are you looking at Kristen?

She doesn’t speak but her eyes are wide in fear as Baxter slowly turns around and there is Ash Strife. Strife shifts his next causes an audible crack as his eyes are filled with pure malice.

Strife: You won’t let anyone stop you? I’ve already told YOU Baxter… You don’t belong here for the Era of Brutality continues!

With that Strife lays into Baxter with a series of heavy blows before taking his head and bouncing it off of the wall. Looking to his Left he notices a chain and wraps it around Baxter’s legs and begins to drag the lifeless Baxter down the hall.

Strife: Come young Baxter! WE have a message to send but I guess I’ll just have to send it myself… This is what happens when someone ignores the natural progression. When the strong over take the weak… and you are weak Baxter. Only you finally find some use today. My carrier pigeon if you will to Blade. Hehehehehehehehehehehe

Baxter is dragged into a dark room and his blood curdling screams fill the air as Ash Strife lets out a maniacal laugh.

[Ninja/Killer]

Quick Match:

The Wild Childs w/Angelica Deomnica def Wrestler 2 and Wrestler 4 after Brody pinned Wrestler 4 after an Elevated Complete Shot.

Post Match the Wild Childs again made a demand to FHT management for a more stable tag team division and at the upcoming Supershow the WC would be making an impact.

[Ninja/Killer]

RED NINJA is standing by in a backstage location in his wrestling gear.

RN:Knock,knock,knock FHT, look who came knocking on your door once again. It is me, it is me, the Notorious R-E-D, the man who so many people were starting to think was done with this whole thing known as FHT, well yeah in my last outing here I lost and I lost big, I dropped my title then pretty much fell off the face off the earth in regards to this company, well the branch was extended, the phone call was made and I'm back for now, back to do one thing and one thing only, that's win the Elimination Chamber. I'm in that field of six FHT superstars all clawing at the bit to bring the title home, it's a whos who of big time competitors in this match, but the R-E-D is focused on his goal of winning that Chamber match and then going on into my goal of bringing home the belt. Tonight I find myself teaming with the likes of RDJ and Heavy Metal Snail, two men I have some history with, but tonight we combine forces to take on three of our opponents in that EC match. Boys, we haven't been the best of friends but tonight I'm relying on you, just as your relying on me, save our problems for the chamber match, because tonight Red Ninja is here to win.

Scene ends

[Former FHT Employee Daniel Ice]

Robert Gordon:
I promise you, "Supershow: Elimination Chamber VI" is not one you want to miss! Not only do we have that amazing, brutal, legendary match in the main event, not only do we have Stone Cold and "Sick" Nick battling over the FHT Undisputed Championship, not only do you have Blade and Ash Strife settling their differences and not only do you have your FHT Hardcore Champion in action...

[More boos as Gordon opens his business jacket to reveal the belt, fulfilling the purpose of holding up his trousers]

Robert Gordon:
We're going to make this a night to remember and a night these two men will never forget! Career vs. Freedom! Dark Angel vs. Keith Williams! Get them out here!

["Alcohaulin' Ass" starts up and the fans give a warm reception to the former boss, Keith Williams. Keith is all business, striding up to the ring, eyes focused on Gordon who is almost over-friendly in welcoming Keith into his ring]

Robert Gordon:
Come in, Keith. Wipe that sour expression off your face, a week from now you could very well be calling me "sir" as you willingly hand me the keys to your little kingdom. See, I don't think you did a good job as general manager or the boss or whatever title you used to give yourself when you were calling the shots but I've got to admit, there's some men back there still fiercely loyal to you. I figure they need you to give the orders then sure. I'm a kind man! You can relay my orders while helping to further the SEI mission.

[Keith grabs a microphone off the table. He gets into Gordon's face a bit and Casey looms over him]

Keith Williams:
I might've made some mistakes when I ran this place but at least I wasn't ever about to sell out the very principles this company, this entire brand we created, was built on! FHT! ELITE! The combined promotions! Legacy! They may all have been slightly different but they had some things in common: The cream rises to the top, the competition is tough but fair and most importantly of all, we don't pander, lie or worst of all, use our time on the air to try and shift crappy products to our fans!

[Huge roar of approval as Gordon screams off-mic at Keith to "watch his tongue", trying to subtly cover up the KFC logo in shot]

Robert Gordon:
You don't get it, Keith! You think I took over FHT to run it into the ground? Do you think I'm stupid-

[Keith nods and the fans start a "Yes!" chant]

Robert Gordon:
Very mature. I didn't become FHT owner to let it stagnate or to just destroy it, like you and your boys seem to think. I became FHT owner to innovate! The reality is though, in this modern age, we just don't get to do business like you used to "back in the day". Product placement and advertising is simply how things are, just like Twitter trends and marketing ourselves as a Sports Entertainment company. We're making money here and that money will go right back into making FHT a juggernaut! That's what's important here, Keith! That the company thrives and prospers, not some antiquated notion of what "values" this place has, what we can do to "push the envelope" and certainly not what these fans want, because I can tell you, these fans will-

"LEGACY LEGION!"

[Gordon gets cut off at last by the arrival of Dark Angel, to a thunderous roar from his loyal supporters. Angel has the same "all business" expression on his face as he comes to the ring but still takes the time to meet the outstretched hands of the people at ringside. He enters and takes a microphone]

Dark Angel:
First off, if we're doing this, I'm not having this sponsored by anybody! Keith, if you can...

[Angel sweeps everything off the table in one motion! Casey approaches Angel menacingly and Keith takes the chance to rip the offending logo-clad tablecloth off and chuck it into the crowd, who grab it and wave it around like a trophy]

Robert Gordon:
That's exactly the reason I fired you, Angel! You are so short-sighted, so unable to see the bigger picture past yourself and these screaming morons who, trust me, will quickly forget all about you once I hand-pick your successor.

Dark Angel:
No, we all know the reason you fired me, its the same reason you ran me over with that car last year and left me injured! No grand picture, no elaborate scheme... The only reason you don't want me around is simply because you're scared.

[Gordon has an overly-dramatic laughing fit. He leans on the stoic Casey for support before he answers back]

Robert Gordon:
Scared? Of you? I wasn't scared of you when you running around in your gothic pajamas pretending to be the lord of the dead or whatever that was! I certainly am not scared of a suck-up like you now!

Dark Angel:
I didn't say you were scared of me, just scared. You know that every day you continue to destroy and desecrate this promotion, every day you try and make wrestling a dirty word and every day you spit in the face of these fans... That I'm waiting. That I'm going to be gunning for you. That's why I'm signing this contract tonight as I promised to do everything and anything in my power to get back into this company and if that costs Keith then I'm sorry, but I can assure you any power you hold over Keith will be very short-lived. Since I'm going to make it my mission, my goal, to take you and your sorry little organisation and tear it apart piece-by-piece until you regret ever getting involved in the operations of FHT! Seven days, Gordon, count them down. Seven days and then I'm back and I'm going to topple this corrupt empire of yours!

[Angel takes the contract, staring Gordon down as he does so. Robert is a picture of calm for the most part but in his eyes there's just a glimpse, a taste of something bigger: Fear, perhaps? Angel takes the pen, ready to sign but is stopped by Keith]

Keith Williams:
Wait a second, Angel. Wait. You've got to remember, I know how this man thinks. And before either us sign, I want a promise, here on recorded television. I don't want any tricks or clever little ruses, I don't want any interference or last minute rule changes. Nothing, you keep your hands off this match and you let whatever happens, happen.

Robert Gordon:
I don't think you understand who's in power here.

Keith Williams:
Oh, I do. That's why I'm doing this. You don't agree, this match just won't happen. We'll find another way to bring Angel back. Have fun dealing with the refund complaints when the big match you've been advertising all week doesn't happen.

[Gordon grits his teeth, clearly not liking being put in this corner but then settles down and calmly replies]

Robert Gordon:
Fine. Not a problem with me. Now go ahead, sign the contract.

[Again, Angel goes to sign and again, Keith stops him]

Keith Williams:
And Angel, before you sign, you should know that while I consider you my friend, while bringing you back has been my top priority, I can't let anyone disrupt my vendetta against that man and everything I stand for. The very idea of joining SEI sickens me from head to toe, it is everything I have ever stood against. So I'm sorry too, when we get into that ring next week, I won't be pulling any punches. I won't be going easy on you and I expect you to do the same. Victory will be the only thing on my mind and I promise you, that if I win, I'll take Gordon down and my first act when I come into power will be to bring you back.



Robert Gordon:
How precious. There you have it, everyone! At the coming Supershow, its official, Dark Angel vs. Keith Williams, Career vs. Freedom! Good luck to the both of you.

[Gordon leaves, followed by Casey. Angel and Keith are left in the ring, talking off mic as FHT RE:VENGE takes its final commercial break before the main event]

[Max Venom]

Hype Match for Elimination Chamber VI!


-vs-



Despite Ninja’s earlier plea, there’s no trust between either team as everyone enters separately and being very careful to watch their backs. Max and NIN both don’t seem eager to start things off, leaving J.J. out there. Snail volunteers immediately for his team, and we’re off.

For the next six-seven minutes, J.J. and Snail trade holds and moves, J.J. working the arm, looking for The Cost while Snail is moving quick and hitting hard. Snail comes springboarding off the ropes but goes to the well too often and gets caught in a big armdrag, with J.J. holding the armbar. Snail uses his athleticism to roll free but goes right back on the offensive. Both men seem to have forgotten this is a tag match and get a jarring reminder when Snail is forced into the corner and Joe tags himself in. Joe beckons for Max but Venom just drops off the apron, to boos, leaving J.J. in, who is more than happy for another victim. The often-rumoured real life heat between the two men results in a lot of interest on what happens and they deliver stiff shots to each other, neither man backing down and the end to this fight only comes when NIN gets a blind tag and takes Joe down.

NIN targets the leg, slowing the pace of the match down as he methodically dissects Joe, the commentators speculating that NIN’s objective here is to injure Joe before the big match. Several times Joe nearly gets to his corner and several times, NIN manages to cut him off. Max oddly starts applauding and cheering for NIN that raises the suspicions of everyone around the ring. An angry NIN comes over and slaps the taste out of Max’s mouth, which the ref counts as a tag. Joe, who moments before was inching towards his corner, turns back to fight his long-time rival, much to the dismay of Ninja and Snail.

Max and Joe are right back where they left off last year, the two men trading high-impact moves. Joe goes for a big suplex but his leg gives way and now Max is free to take advantage… but Venom instead grabs Joe and essentially drops him by his corner. The commentary goes nuts at the meaning of this as Ninja tags in. Venom offers J.J. the tag back in and as the glowering psychopath looks at Venom, Max simply smiles at him, clearly enjoying whatever it is he’s doing.

Ninja comes in like a house on fire now, rocking J.J. with move after move until the psychopathic clown is able to take advantage of Ninja charging at the corner and dodges, leaving Ninja to go flying into the corner post and staggering out, clutching his shoulder. J.J. now has a clear target in mind and Ninja is forced into the face-in-peril role as J.J. continues to work the arm with a variety of vicious holds. NIN once again blind tags himself into the match and J.J. is not happy, giving Ninja time to get back to his corner and make the tag to Snail. Snail comes in strong, taking J.J. out of the ring and NIN down to the mat. He beckons Venom in but Max just stands there, watching.

Joe comes back in to throw NIN around a bit before tagging Ninja back in, as the faces finally seem to be making the team stuff work. NIN is in trouble, locked in a submission in the middle of the ring and Max makes the save. The referee admonishes Venom while J.J. sneaks in and hits a big superkick behind the referee’s back on Ninja! This action causes the match to fall into turmoil as both faces try to charge in to rescue Ninja only to be stopped by the referee. Max claps his hands loudly to simulate a tag and enters in NIN’s place but as Ninja gets to his feet, Max offers Ninja a handshake!

Red Ninja of course doesn’t accept, going for a big roundhouse. Max seems ready and ducks it, hitting a big spinebuster to send Ninja into the mat and now beckoning Ninja up for the Lethal Injection. As Ninja gets up, Joe tries to enter and again gets stopped by the referee but this time it’s a ploy as Snail comes leaping in off the ropes with a big clothesline aimed at Max… But Venom ducks and Snail instead nearly beheads Ninja! Venom gives Snail a big thumbs-up, Snail looks ready to attack Venom but is dragged outside the ring by J.J. while Max lifts Ninja onto his shoulders… Lethal Injection! Joe tries to interfere but NIN is behind him and grabs the same leg he was working on earlier. Max covers… 1… 2… 3! Max Venom, Mistah J.J. and NIN Horror get the big victory going into the Supershow!

It’s all going down post-match as Snail brawls with J.J. while NIN and Joe trade holds on the outside. Venom seems to be talking to the downed Ninja on the mat, arousing more suspicion before he leaves. Ninja rises to his feet as Max slips out of the ring only to be attacked from behind from NIN, who momentarily got the best of Joe. That moment ends though when Joe re-enters with a steel chair. J.J. and Snail also bring their brawl into the ring and soon enough, all five men are fighting while Max quietly looks on from the ramp, smirking to himself.