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Post by Former FHT Employee Daniel Ice on Mar 13, 2013 22:24:27 GMT -5
"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. "We want Angel" chants are audibly heard. Pyro begins to shoot off the stage as the music begins to fade out. A-Damn Hater: After a Supershow full of controversy, I think a lot of us will be hoping this FHT RE:VENGE will wash the bad taste away. We've got a major main event as FHT Undisputed Champion "Sick" Nick puts his title on the line against the man Robert Gordon awarded a title shot a few weeks ago, Blade. Gary King: Ash Strife will be in action in a handicap match while Elimination Chamber winner Max Venom, along with the woman who helped him do it, Blackcat Meiko, go up against Miss Hardcore and Gavin A. Young in a tag match. Gregory Brooks: Man, what's gotten into you two? Try and sound a bit excited! Rumours are flying about people returning, people debuting and even people leaving, what will the landscape of the FHT look like at the end of tonight as we march toward Wrestletopia?
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Post by robert on Mar 14, 2013 22:22:49 GMT -5
We see the announce team at their desk as Gary King and A-Damn Hater suddenly rise and head into the ring. Brooks is perplexed at the very least at this development.
The old Legacy Wrestling theme begins to play as Keith Williams and the FHT Roster emerge from the back. From the main event players like Sick Nick and Reverend Daddy Joe to the lower tier guys like Fat Tony. The FHT Road Agents and refs are also there, but there is a few no-shows. Steve Austin, Max Venom, NIN Horrorr, Blade, and Crusher Casey are not in the sea of FHT Talent. Williams walks into the ring with a microphone while the FHT roster stands on the ramp.
Keith Williams: Last night was the straw, Robert Gordon. You forced me and Dark Angel to fight in a match that would mean disaster if either of us lost. If I lost, I would have to join you in the SEI in your continued crusade to ruin the FHT. If Dark Angel lost, he would never get back into the FHT. All me and Angel wanted was a clean fight, the winner proving that he was the better man and the loser accepting that he lost a fair fight. But that wasn't good enough for you, you had to make sure that sure that it ended on your terms, not ours. Roll the footage:
After we see the footage, we see a clearly pissed Keith Williams who is at a loss for words.
Williams: Now many of us in the company have had their problems with Angel in the past, personally or professionally. Yet, all of us agree that you SCREWED Dark Angel last night, and for no good reason. All of the boys and the girls that you pushed out of the spotlight got together and we all agreed that something has to be done. Something extreme, something that will make you realize how bad you screwed-up. So, Gordon, everybody out at ringside from Gary King to Mister Monday Night as agreed to WALK-OUT of the FHT if you do not rehire Dark Angel. If you got the guts, come on out and face us, and if you got balls come alone. No Casey, no Austin, nobody but just you.
No music plays, but Robert Gordon emerges from the back to much heat from the fans. Gordon looks nervous as he approaches the sea of talent who all part. Gordon walks down nervously as all the talent eyes him up. Gordon gets in the ring and is handed a microphone.
Williams: So, what is it going to be? You either rehire Dark Angel or we all walk. Have fun putting on a show with maybe five guys. See how long Subway or whoever the hell sponsoring this show is will keep paying you sponsor money.
Gordon ponders for a moment.
Gordon: You drive a hard bargain, Keith, you really drive a hard bargain. In the interest of fairness, I will have to decline the offer to rehire Dark Angel. Whether you or Gary King or Cowboy like it or not, Dark Angel is never coming back. So, I invite of all you to leave the building and watch as I call in my good friend's Paul and Vince for some talent. You can all watch from Wally's Pub or whatever that shit-hole is called as these fans see Bo Dallas take on Curt Hawkins!
The crowd boos at the mention of Bo Dallas.
Gordon: So, if anybody wants to leave this company, go ahead. Just walk out, get your check from the pay window and get out of my life.
The Reverend Daddy Joe enters the ring and Keith hands the microphone to him as a "JOE" chant begins.
Joe: I've been here since the very beginning, and I've seen amazing highs and even worse lows. I was there on nights that we packed the Garden to the night were most of the boys didn't know if they're getting paid because nobody was there. I've been inside of the vagina of Trish Stratus and I've been through two wars inside of the Elimination Chamber. Yet, I look in your eyes Gordon and I know that you're not lying. I know that you would be willing to get rid of everybody without batting an eye, I know that you would do it with a smile on your face. I know that you would take some sick pride in handing me and all of your "enemies" their walking papers, and I'm not going to let that happen. If I'm leaving, I'm leaving on my own terms, not being humiliated by a spineless piece of shit like you. As of the moment, the last of the original FHT group is gone. Robert Gordon you can kiss my ass, and if anyone else has the balls to stand up to this man, then do so. I'm done, this old man is gonna go home.
The fans are angry at-first, but a "Please don't go" chant begins. Joe leaves the ring, shaking hands with random fans. He nears Gregory Brooks who has quite the shit-eating grin. Joe then shrugs his shoulders and hits the "Where's My Money, Bitch?!" Back hand and that knocks Brooks out cold. Joe makes a respectful exit as Snail is now in the ring.
Snail: Last night, I got screwed by your friend Max Venom. I was this close to facing Sick Nick at WrestleTopia. If it had not been for Blackcat Meiko, I would have won. What I want you to do is to give me a rematch with Max Venom tonight to prove who really deserves to go to Wrestletopia.
Gordon: Well, I can't do anything about that. Max Venom was already booked, so you're going have to live with the fact that a girl hit you with a chair.
Gordon smiles at that last bit, but Snail isn't smiling.
Snail: Fine then, how about you defend that Hardcore Championship against somebody who isn't some bum you paid to take a dive. How about you step in that tonight with me, and you put that belt on the line? How's that sound...Robbie?
Gordon doesn't like that Robbie comment.
Gordon: You got the match and I hope that you know that you're getting into a very bad situation.
Gordon actually tries to attack Snail, but Snail ducks under Gordon who then turns right into a Superkick by Keith Williams. Williams has the microphone and kneels down by Gordon.
Williams: I want you to remember this when you come to, but that Board of Directors just called me.....and it's gonna be you and me at WrestleTopia. Have fun with that.
King and Hater return to the desk and a loopy Brooks is regaining his bearings.
King: How bout that, Robert Gordon against Heavy Metal Snail for the Hardcore Championship and most of all: Keith Williams against Robert Gordon at WrestleTopia.
Hater: Keith Williams has months of aggression built up towards Gordon, that is going to be a war.
Brooks: I don't wanna go home mom, I wanna stay and make cookies.
King laughs as Williams and Snail leaves as we go to break.
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Post by Trey Spruance on Mar 15, 2013 22:40:39 GMT -5
Cut backstage to the parking lot where Trey Spruance has just arrived. There is a cigarette in his mouth and a bottle of whiskey in his hand. "walk" by Pantera hits and there is a decent reaction from the fans. Trey makes his way from behind the curtain and stands at the top of the ramp. He stomps on his cigarette and makes his way down to the ring, handing his half finished whiskey over to someone in the crowd. He grabs a mic and walks the steps to the ring.
Trey- ... And finally. I have returned. With all this business of superstars walking out of FHT I thought it would be a good time to mention that I too care about this fed. The only title i've ever held was here. I faced my idol in the ring here... I'd hate to see this place fall apart because of the likes of Robert Gordon.
Trey lights another cigarette.
Trey- I'm ready to take whatever you throw at me. I'm stronger than ive ever been. Theres nothing that can stop me now. I'll be your next champion just you wait. I'll show everyone that i have what it takes.
Trey inhales his cig and blows a smoke ring.
Trey- i'm done here.
Trey rolls out the ring as "walk" hits and makes his way to the back.
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Post by "Sick" Nick™ on Mar 17, 2013 10:51:41 GMT -5
After a commercial break, we see "Sick" Nick, with the FHT Undisputed Title in hand, standing with Harold Gunther IV.
Harold Gunther IV:
Nick, thanks for joining me here and congratulations on your win.
“Sick” Nick:
No problem Harold. Last night's win was a big one for me, because finally I am rid of that cockroach, Stone Cold Steve Austin. Seriously, if there was a nuclear war, the only thing remaining would be cockroaches and Austin. But enough of him.
Harold Gunther IV:
What are your thoughts on Max Venom winning the Elimination Chamber match last night?
“Sick” Nick:
I'll leave my thoughts and emasculating jokes on that for another time. Because unlike Stone Cold, I deal with what is in front of me first and that is not Max Venom. Tonight I face Blade for this title right here... [Nick lifts the Undisputed Title.] Hopefully this won't turn into a horrible ventriloquist act...
Harold Gunther IV:
Aren't all ventriloquist acts horrible?
“Sick” Nick:
You're telling me. Anyway. Bring on the dummy... And Steve, you can come too... See what I did there?
Harold Gunther IV:
That was a good one.
All of a sudden, Hardcore Steve and Blade walk into the picture.
Hardcore Steve:
Very sophisticated of you. Dummy jokes.
“Sick” Nick:
Steve... Blade. Nice to see you.
Hardcore Steve:
It won't be so nice later on when Blade and I are raising that title that is in your hands.
“Sick” Nick:
Sure. That would not be so nice for me... But in order to WIN the title, you have to actually show up. So Blade, give yourself a fighting chance and show up tonight. Not like at One More Show, where you spent months mocking my hardcoreness through tweets and then didn't show up. I mean, I get it. I am an intimidating presence. But maybe for just tonight, you can borrow you little friend Steve's wooden spine and grow a pair. I'll see you in the ring tonight... Hopefully.
Nick walks away and the camera zooms in on Hardcore Steve, who is grinding his wooden teeth.
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Post by Austin on Mar 17, 2013 21:41:38 GMT -5
We see Appollo Johnson standing in the ring as Erik Knights introduces to the fan favorite ham and egger. Johnson does some dancing, but that dancing is short lived as "Paranoid" by Jim Johnson hits as a very angry Steve Austin storms down the ramp. Austin gets right in the ring and almost charges at Johnson...but Johnson puts his hands out and starts dancing. Austin almost has a smile on his face, and lets Johnson do this thang, but Austin kicks him right square in the gut. Austin clubs the doubled-over Johnson in the back and then throws him outside. Austin quickly follows to the outside of as the fans chant "Angel" at him. Austin is arguing with fans
King: Austin is clearly not thrilled about that chant.
The ref is admonishing Austin about getting back in the ring before he counts both men out, and Austin rolls back into the ring and gives the ref the finger before rolling out. Austin whips Johnson into the steps as Johnson hits the steps back-first. Austin drags Johnson over to the announce table, slams his head into the table a few times, and throws him back into the steps. Austin rolls John back into the ring and it's elementary from there: KICK, WHAM, STUNNER, pinfall.
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Your winner: Stone Cold Steve Austin.
Austin stomps on Johnson a few more times for good measure before he exits to boos from the crowd.
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Post by Ash Strife on Mar 18, 2013 3:03:34 GMT -5
The scene opens up with Fat Toney and Mr. Monday Night already in the ring. “Face Fisted” by Dethklok blast as Ash Strife storms down to the ring like a bat out of hell. He slides under the bottom rope and gets to his feet. Fat Tony charges him but Ash hits him with a throat thrust followed by a massive haymaker to drop the big man.
Brooks: Tony is down already and here comes Monday!
Mr. Monday Night goes for a flying round house on Strife but Strife catches his foot and turns him inside out with a massive clothesline. Picking him back up he Samoan drops Monday right onto Fat Tony. With both men down Strife begins to drag Monday to the corner before hand cuffing him to the middle rope. He does the same to Fat Toney but hand cuffs him to the bottom turnbuckle.
Hater: He does realize he can’t pin either one of them right?
Brooks: That isn’t his intentions it looks like…
Strife goes under the ring and pulls out a barbed wire wrapped kendo stick and the looks on his eyes show nothing but bad intentions. He also walks and grabs a microphone.
Strife: Ladies and gentleman. Here are two more of the unworthy! But one coward can save them… BLADE! GET OUT HERE NOW! Come bring your little wooden friend and spare these two “men” this horrible fate. You have till the count of ten and their punishment begins. They bleed for your sins tonight but will you save them? We shall see. One! Two! Three! Four! Five! Six! Seven!
He pauses the count to eye his weapon.
Strife: I do not play games here Blade. I will maim them. Eight! Nine! Ten!
With that Strife drops the microphone and winds back and cracks Monday in the skull busting him right open. He then brings the weapon across the back of Fat Toney a few times before raking it across his forehead. Both men squirm in pain but dues to the limited space there isn’t much room for either to move as they are helpless victims to Strife’s onslaught. Satisfied that both men are bleeding and quivering in pain, Strife takes Monday night and tosses him over the top rope letting him hang by his cuffed arm above the floor. The pain as the cuff digs into his wrist as Strife steps outside to use him as a human piñata is too much to bear for him as he pulls himself up to keep the cuffs from cutting into him and he fights desperately to hold on as Strife finally lets up to return to the ring. He stops at Tony a few times before picking up the microphone again.
Strife: Blade. Their blood is on your hands… as will every victim I create until you give me my revenge!
Strife puts one last boot across the temple of Toney before dropping the weapon and the microphone and returning backstage. Stage hands come out and cut both men free as medical teams check on the two of them.
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Post by Former FHT Employee Daniel Ice on Mar 18, 2013 7:56:44 GMT -5
Gary King:Ladies and gentlemen, some startling news coming out of a small promotion in Germany, Berlin Championship Wrestling. We're going to take you now to the start of their main event. Gregory Brooks:BCW? Never heard of 'em. [A ring announcer, in German, seems to be hyping up tonight's main event. After a few moments, a wolf howls and the crowd goes wild for "Boom" by POD as out from the curtain comes Alexei Petrovich, wearing the old Legacy Internet Championship! He's getting announced but again, as its in German, the FHT commentators speak over it]Gregory Brooks:So this is where Alexei's been! Hiding out in Germany with the old Internet Title! Gary King:Alexei stated he wanted nothing to do with a promotion run by Robert Gordon. Since Gordon took over, he's been defending the Internet Championship all over Europe. [The men in the BCW ring turn their attentions to a small flatscreen TV that seems to be about to announce something, apparently the results of the latest internet title vote. The match type is first to come out: 60 minute Iron Man! The crowd applaud as Alexei flexes, trying to get limber. The TV then prepares the second result, the opponent...]"LEGACY LEGION!" [The crowd explode into cheers and a chant of "Dark Angel" as "Hero" by Machinae Supremacy hits and out comes the man himself. Alexei looks excited to face his old mentor and friend and it seems the feelings mutual, as Angel comes out smiling. He meets the hands of the German Legacy Legion as he comes down the ramp]A-Damn Hater:Sounds like a hell of a match! Alexei Petrovich vs. Dark Angel for the Legacy Internet Championship! Gregory Brooks:Whatever. Two men who are no longer employed by FHT. Why are we even showing this? This German place better be paying us well for the exposure. [As dueling chants start up from the crowd, Angel and Alexei meet for a respectful handshake as the referee holds the bell up. The bell rings to start this gruelling match]Gary King:Obviously, we can't show the entirety of this match, especially as it is still happening. But we'll keep you updated on what's happening throughout the show. A-Damn Hater:In fact, 14 minutes in and someone has already scored the first fall! [Already starting to look tired and hurt, both men circle each other, looking for the lock-up. Angel tries to overpower Alexei, who fireman carries him over, onto the mat and then locks in the Wolf's Bite. Angel struggles for a moment, middle of the ring before tapping, apparently deciding it would be better to give the fall up than suffer further damage. Alexei lets go of the hold immediately and lets Angel back to his feet, smiling as he gets first blood on the man who helped him find his feet in Legacy]A-Damn Hater:1-0 in favour of Alexei Petrovich, 14 minutes in! Still a lot of match to go, we're going to carry on with FHT RE:VENGE but if the score changes, we'll keep you in the know!
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Post by Keith Williams on Mar 18, 2013 14:05:44 GMT -5
We cut to Robert Gordon's' office. He is sitting at his desk watching the FHT feed on his monitor. He has a unhappy look on his face.
Robert Gordon:
Who ordered this? When I fired Dark Angel, it meant he is to never be seen on FHT tv again. And on top of that, he's facing Alexei for what is rightfully my property! Someone get my lawyer on the phone! OWWW!
Robert grabs a bag of ice and puts it to the side of his face.
That Keith Williams! I should have him arrested for assault. The ice in this bag is from the finest Connecticut springs right? I accept nothing less.
Assistant to Robert Gordon:
Yes sir. We made sure anything that has water in it, is from the springs, per your instructions.
Robert Gordon:
Good. Dial up Bernstein for me.
The assistant pushes the speaker button and dials up Mr. Bernstein. There is the sound of the phone ringing and finally..
Mr. Bernstein:
Hello?
Robert Gordon:
Bernie! How are you doing? You sound well.
Mr. Bernstein:
Thanks. Just started a new workout regime.
Robert Gordon:
Well it sounds like its working. Did you like the fruit basket i sent for your birthday? There's no better place to get fruit then the whole foods there in Connecticut.
Mr Bernstein:
Yes. Me and the wife enjoyed it. I assume you are calling about what Keith Williams told you earlier?
Robert Gordon:
Now that you mentioned it Bernie, I was wondering why you and the board decided to book me in a match at wrestletopia. especially against someone as uncultured as Keith Williams.
Mr. Bernstein:
Well the board feels that you tainted the outcome of the Keith Williams vs Dark Angel match. And since due to how the contract is worded, we can't overturn the match nor hire back Dark Angel, so the next best thing was to book you in a match vs Williams.
Robert Gordon:
Bernie! I already told you that I had a back spasm. It caused my arm to jerk. I can't help it that it hit Angels foot causing it to come off the bottom rope.I shouldn't be punished for a medical condition.
Voice out of view:
After topia, back spasms will be the least of your worries.
Robert looks up to see Keith Williams leaning against the door jam.
Robert Gordon:
Mr. Bernstein, I'll call you back later.
Gordon pushes the speaker button and hangs up on Mr. Bernstein
Get out of my office!
Keith Williams:
And miss seeing you squirm and try to weasel your way out of our match? I couldn't pass watching that up.
Robert Gordon:
Haven't you done enough tonight? Thanks to you, I may be bruising and won't look my best when i go out and face Snail later on.
Keith Williams:
Far from it..
Keith then stands straight and walks over and puts his hands on Robert's desk.
You see Gordon, that superkick was just a down payment. As Bernstein said, the board can't rehire Angel, but you can. So my plan at topia is to beat you till you are hiring Angel back just so I'll stop. I'll beat you with my left so many times and when my left gets tired, I'll switch to my right. After topia, your own mom won't be able to recognize you.
Robert Gordon:
Yeah Yeah. blah blah. Look get out of my office. I have a match to prepare for.
Keith Williams:
Yeah I'll leave. Only fair to allow you these last few minutes with the hardcore championship alone. Cause as a guy that has been in the ring with snail and know what he can do, you won't be walking out as champ
Robert Gordon:
GOOD DAY!
Keith stands up and walks out of Roberts office.
Robert Gordon:
Son of a... owwww
Robert puts the ice pack back on his face as FHT goes to commercial.
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Post by Joker Jr on Mar 19, 2013 17:45:32 GMT -5
[Back from commercial the lights are dimmed and Mistah J.J is setting in the corner with a microphone.]
Mistah J.J: ....
[Suddenly Mistah J.J pulls himself up to his feet and walks over to the middle of the ring. He proceeds to lift his hand up to the side of his face and pulls on it like he's pulling on a mask....Nothing happens as he begins to laugh.]
Mistah J.J: DIJAN! DIJAN! DDDDIJAN! Where you marking out ? Was you expecting the unmasking of Mistah J.J and reveal of Chaseton? The problem is its not a mask!
[The crowd chant "LBM" as Mistah J.J walks back over to the corner and sets back down.]
Mistah J.J: For ten years my personalities have grace the FHT ring. They have been inducted in the Hall of Fame, they have over came the odds, they have won many matches, Heavyweight Championships, Mid-Card Championships, Tag Team Championships and Hardcore Championships. They have also gave their tears, sweat, blood, broken bones and their face for this company. I ask you for what?
[Mistah J.J again lefts himself up to his feet. He proceeds to walk over to the middle of the ring slightly turning looking back at the entrance ramp.]
Mistah J.J: All for it to end and be forgotten! Those who will replace us on their signs [Points at crowd.] and on their t-shirts want care what we did nor what we gave and neither will they [Again points at the crowd.] All they care about is being next and who's next.
[Mistah J.J bows his head and walks over to the corner again setting down before he whips his mouth with his sleeve.]
Mistah J.J: I'm fighting on borrowed time here Dijan because this broken down body should be on the side lines along side yours. However [Starts tapping head.] this mind ISN'T RIGHT! It sees people like Venam/Snaily and it....it....it just wants to hurt them, break their bones and rip off their arms and beat them down with them!
[Mistah J.J starts uncontrollable laughing before he smacks himself.]
Mistah J.J: Dijan if your watching you call Snaily you talk sense into him, you let him know this isn't the Chaseton that you know and you tell him to throw the Hardcore Championship Match tonight. This mind is no longer here to win matches nor Championships its here to cause lasting pain that will still be remember when everything else is forgotten.... Dijan do this kid a favor because I don't want to hurt him but he's to dumb to realize this mind isn't right and if you give it weapons THE COST will be his career!
[Mistah J.J pauses for a second before he tosses the microphone to the middle of the ring. He proceeds to slide under the bottom rope and makes his way to the back.][/b][/i]
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Post by Former FHT Employee Daniel Ice on Mar 19, 2013 18:51:32 GMT -5
Gary King:
Further news from the Iron Man match happening over in Germany for the old Legacy Internet Championship...
[Another grainy clip comes in, twenty-seven minutes into the match with Alexei still 1-0 up. He whips Angel towards the corner but bad placement by the referee means he's moments from being squashed. Angel manages to stop just short but the near ref bump throws Angel off his game and he turns around right into a Levski's Wrath! Alexei with the cover... 1... 2... 3]
Gregory Brooks:
2-0 to Alexei! Even in Germany Angel can't get the job done!
Gary King:
That's not all though, as nine minutes later...
[Thirty-three minutes into the match and Alexei is in firm control to the point he's showboating a little on the top turnbuckle before going for the Final Image. Angel rolls out of the way of the impact and Alexei crumples to the mat, trying to pull himself up but ends up meeting a huge Unearthly Destroyer! The ring shakes with the impact and Angel makes the cover... 1... 2.... 3! Angel pulls one back!]
A-Damn Hater:
Still all to play for then! Angel and Alexei seem to be having a hell of a match over there.
Gary King:
Latest reports suggest they've now gone another ten minutes or so without a fall. We should have the result before the end of tonight's broadcast and will attempt to get it to you as soon as possible!
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Post by Heavy Metal Snail on Mar 19, 2013 21:18:52 GMT -5
Erick Knights: The following contest is a No Disqualification Match scheduled for one fall and it is for the FHT Hardcore Championship!
The crowd erupts in a massive chorus of cheers, no doubt expecting a great match ahead. Their cheering quickly gives way to an absolute torrent of boos when Fanfare for the Common Man blares up over the arena speakers. Robert Gordon steps out from behind the curtain as the crowd unleashes a string of bile and vitriol the likes reserved usually for only the most hated of professional wrestlers. Gordon, for his part, seems to enjoy the hatred that he’s receiving, putting his hand to his ear in the style of Hulk Hogan and pointing to the title that is lackadaisically hung around his stomach. He was soaking in the disgust the crowd had for him.
Erick Knights: Introducing first, from Stamford, Connecticut, weighing 253 pounds. He is the FHT Hardcore Champion and the current President of FHT and SEI, Robert Gordon!
Gordon keeps soaking in the crowd’s disdain as he walks slowly to the ring. He slides under the ropes, taking the belt off in the process. He raises it above his head but not in the most triumphant fashion. In fact, the look on his face suggests that he’s actually mocking the long held title instead of celebrating his possession of it. He hands it off to the referee like he’s giving money to a cabby and kneels down in the corner, lacing up his boots. The crowd continues to boo and even starts up a “Fuck You Gordon!” chant that Gordon seems to ignore. He’s the champ, they’re not, and that’s all that matters to him.
The crowd’s chants of “fuck you!” quickly stop when the first few notes of The Trooper echo throughout the arena. The crowd goes bananas and begins to chant “Snail! Snail! Snail! Snail!” in time with the song. Heavy Metal Snail comes out to an overwhelmingly positive response. He’s not running like he usually does, on account of the beating he took in the Chamber but he’s still all smiles and pep as he saunters down the ramp, high fiving everyone who gives him the opportunity and putting on a show for the fans.
Erick Knights: And introducing the challenger, from Hartford, Connecticut, weighing 221 pounds. He is the Guardian of Metal, Heavy Metal Snail!
Heavy Metal Snail runs up the steps and hops up onto the top turnbuckles, only for Robert Gordon to run up to him, throw him off the top, and stomps on him on the ground. The crowd boos like crazy as the ref rings the bell. Gordon continues to stomp on Snail before picking him up and hitting him with a couple of punches to the head before whipping him into the turnbuckles. Snail’s back arches out only to be pushed back into the turnbuckles when Gordon hits him with a running body splash. The Young Lion of FHT falls to a seated position which prompts Gordon to jam his knee into Snail’s neck, crushing the windpipe and cutting air off for him.
Gordon steps off of Snail only to pick him by the jaw, hitting a couple of forearms to the back on the way up. Gordon then strikes Snail in the gut with his knee before whipping him right towards the ropes, Gordon running quickly after him. When they both reach the opposite side of the ring, Gordon clotheslines Snail over the ropes, causing the younger man to fall to the ringside mats. The President of SEI then steps underneath the middle rope and gets onto the apron, motioning for Snail to get up, the crowd booing uproariously. When he does, Gordon bends his knees, looking to jump up and hit Snail. However, Snail swipes at Gordon’s legs, causing him to fall right onto the apron. Snail then rolls Gordon off of the apron and hits him with a trio of fists before grabbing Gordon by the wrist and whipping him into the barricade.
The crowd starts to chant “Snail!” as their hero runs towards Gordon on the barricade and cracks him in the jaw with a flying forearm that sends the small of Gordon’s back rocketing into the padded barricade. Snail pulls Gordon off the barricade and throws him right into the apron of the ring, exhibiting surprising strength as he plows Gordon with a running double knee attack. Snail rolls Gordon under the bottom rope and proceeds to slide in after him, making a cover for a one and a half count. When Gordon gets back up, Snail belts him over the head with a bionic elbow before dropkicking Gordon back into the ropes. Snail then runs right towards the off guard Gordon, who ducks his shoulder and backdrops Snail right over the top rope sending him to ringside a second time.
Unlike last time, Gordon slides under the bottom rope and grabs Snail by his messy mop, throwing him into the ring post. Snail kneels down from the impact which prompts Gordon to run right towards the post and hit him with a running kick to the abdomen which causes Snail to roll over only to eat a running knee drop from the Commissioner. Gordon then walks to the timekeeper’s table, grabbing a folding chair. The crowd boos, knowing what inevitably will happen if he gets the shot off. Snail stands up near the post, only to get walloped in the back by the chair, which sends him face first back into the ring post. The crowd boos even harder as Gordon hits him with a chair again and again until Snail collapses to the ground. Gordon then picks Snail up, rams hit head into the post and rolls him under the ropes.
With Snail back in the ring, Gordon ascends the turnbuckles and puts a fist up in the air, again to the booing of the crowd who restart their “Fuck you Gordon!” chant. Gordon jumps off and hits Snail with a diving fist drop. Gordon covers Snail but only gets as far as two before Snail kicks out. The Champion is undeterred and stomps on Snail some more before picking him up, only to take him back down the ground with a suplex. Gordon then goes back out of the ring and flips the skirt up to take a kendo stick out. Gordon raises the stick over his head, waiting for Snail to get back to his feet. When he does, Gordon takes a swing so hard that it would make Babe Ruth proud. But Snail has enough of his senses regained and ducks the swing, long enough to pull the kendo stick out of Gordon’s hands. The crowd goes crazy as bats at Gordon with the stick, splintering it with each blow, covering Gordon’s body with welts. Snail then steps around Gordon and wraps his leg around G-Dawg’s, wrapping the stick around Gordon’s neck in the process. He then brings Gordon down to the mat and onto the stick with an inverted Russian legsweep.
The crowd gives an overwhelmingly positive response as Snail throws the cane away and waits for Gordon kneel up right before dropping him with a running swing neckbreaker. Now with the match in his hands, Snail runs outside and flips the skirt up, pulling out a table. The crowd starts a “Put him through!” chant but Snail simply responds with “not yet” before sliding the table into the ring. Gordon’s back on his feet at this point and manages to intercept Snail, taking him down with a Thez Press and punching him. However, Snail overcomes the initial shock quickly and manages to roll Gordon over and start firing off with some punches of his own. They continue rolling and trading punches, the fans cheering wildly when Snail gets the advantage and booing loudly when Gordon gets the advantage, only to boo even louder when Gordon rolls Snail over only to stand up, grab Snail’s legs, and slingshot him into the corner.
With Snail in the corner, Gordon seeks to take advantage by picking up the table and throwing it right into Snail’s back. Snail ceases up from the impact which prompts Gordon to turn Snail and the table around such that Snail leaning on the table. Gordon then goes to the opposite corner and bends down, bursting off with his shoulder tucked, looking to spear Snail square through the table. However, before he can, Snail hops up onto the second rope and flies off, pinning Gordon with a sunset flip. The crowd cheers, thinking that Snail might actually steal this one right out of Gordon’s hands.
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Gordon rolls right out, leaving Snail still sitting. However, Snail still has a lot of gas left in the tank and as Gordon throws a boot right to Snail’s face, Snail ducks out of the way and stands up, grabbing Gordon’s boot in the process. Snail pulls Gordon towards him and throws him up with a belly to belly suplex to a commanding roar of the crowd. When Gordon gets back to his feet, Snail springs towards him and blasts the Hardcore Champion with a flying forearm to the face. Snail’s on a roll right now and he knows it. He looks to keep the momentum up by grabbing Gordon’s leg, looking to hit the Distortion Neckbreaker. But Snail can’t rotate enough as Gordon plants his feet firmly on the ground. When Snail goes for it again, Gordon counters by punching Snail in the gut until Snail loosens his grip. Gordon then traps Snail in a front facelock before dragging him towards the ropes. Gordon then lifts up and hits a suicide suplex right over the ropes and onto the mats!
Both men are down as a dueling “Fuck you Gordon! HMS!” chant starts up as the crowd begs for Snail to get back to his feet.
However, it’s Gordon who gets on his feet first and he quickly asserts his dominance by stomping right on Snail’s head and bringing it down to the mats. Gordon then walks over to the timekeeper’s table and picks up the ring bell, fully intending to use it as a weapon of destruction. The crowd boos and hopes for Snail to counter as he reaches his feet. Unfortunately, the wrestling ring isn’t any fairytale land and Gordon smashes the ring bell right over Snail’s head! Gordon taunts the crowd as blood begins to pour right out of Snail’s forehead. Now Gordon has the match right where he wants it, he’s drawn first blood.
Thinking that now is as good a time as any to put this one to bed, Gordon rolls Snail back into the ring and gets on the top rope. When Snail stands up, Gordon takes his head off with a flying clothesline! The crowd is booing even harder as Gordon picks him up and looks to hit Greetings from Stamford. He gets in position but Snail is not going to go down that easily. Despite the blood on his head, Snail hits him in the head with a series of elbows but Gordon tightens his grip on the hold and runs right forward and HE HITS IT! GREETINGS FROM STAMFORD! THIS ONE’S OVER! IT’S ALL OVER! GORDON’S MAKING THE COVER!
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Against all odds, against all possibilities, Snail kicks out of the cover. Gordon runs his fingers through his hair before screaming out and arguing with the referee. He quickly goes for another cover, this time making sure to hook both legs but again, Snail kicks out. Gordon then gets even more frustrated and opens up an even greater string of offense by stomping on Snail several times, the crowd booing in rhythm to each stomp. Gordon then lifts Snail back up, looking to hit Greetings From Stamford a second time. However, as soon as he gets Snail on his shoulders, Snail grabs his arms and flips him over, taking him to the mat with a crucifix pin.
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In spite of the surprise of the sudden pin, Gordon manages to kick out. As Gordon rolls back up, Snail belts him in the head with a roundhouse kick.
The two men continue to fight it out. Gordon is the one that retains the advantage throughout most of the match, trying to find as many weapons as he can to beat down Snail with, but Snail takes the beatings like a man and responds with beatings of his own. The two continue their back and forth, which only gets more intense when Snail DDTs Gordon on the entrance ramp and nearly wins the match with a near fall. Gordon nearly gets off another Greetings From Stamford but Snail manages to grab the ropes. After this, his comeback begins, as Snail hits Gordon with a running enziguri before planting him to the mat with a Headbanger and picking him back up, taking him back down with the For Whom the Bell Tolls suplex combo. Snail then stomps on the ground, waiting for Gordon to stand up. As soon as Gordon does though, Snail gets waylaid by the infamous Mistah J.J.!
The insane icon smashes Snail’s head in with a steel chair before throwing the chair at Snail’s head and hitting him with a superkick. The crowd boos even more loudly as J.J. leaves the ring screaming “Thief! Thief! Thief!” as Gordon goes over to make the cover, trying his best to capitalize on the situation that has practically been handed to him. Yet again, the odds are completely against him. Gordon has stolen this one thanks to J.J’s interference.
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Snail somehow kicks out! He kicked out! Gordon then bangs the ground with his fist and screams out loud. He then shouts at the referee again. How could this happen? I mean once is lucky, but twice is supernatural! Gordon then gets fed up with Snail’s resilience. He’s going to put Snail away once and for all. Gordon walks over to the unfolded table and sets it up right near the corner. The crowd begins chanting “Gordon sucks!” as Gordon drags Snail towards the corner with the table before lifting him up and getting up on the top rope in the position like he’s going for Greetings From Stamford off the top and through the table. However, Snail starts throwing elbows like there’s no tomorrow, desperate to get out. He keeps throwing them until Gordon stumbles and steps off down to the second rope. Snail jumps off his shoulders and hops on the top rope, grabbing Gordon in an inverted facelock. He then hops off, flipping over Gordon and hitting a forward somersault cutter right through the table! The crowd goes crazy as the table splinters under Gordon’s weight.
Snail then leads the crowd in an arena wide clap to get everyone energized once he gets back to his feet. He waits for Gordon to stand. The President of SEI groggily gets back up and Snail quickly takes him over by hauling him over his shoulder in a Powerslam hold before flipping him down and dropping him with INVERTED CROSS! THAT’S IT! IT’S ALL OVER! SNAIL MAKES THE COVER!
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The bell rings as Snail looks half shocked and half happy. He rolls off of Gordon as Erick Knights makes the announcement.
Erick Knights: Here is your winner and the NEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEW FHT HARDCORE CHAMPION! HEAVY METAL SNAIL!
The crowd absolutely loses it and Snail looks like he is about cry as he is handed the title by the timekeeper. The commentators go ballistic. Snail immediately raises the title above his head and screams out loud. His first title ever and he just won it now. He gets up on the top rope holding the belt triumphantly over his head. His celebration is unfortunately cut off by commercial, but the moment still stands. He’s won, he’s the champion and that’s all that matters right now.
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Post by Ninja/Killer on Mar 20, 2013 16:42:06 GMT -5
QUICK RESULT:
The Wild Childs w/Angelica def CKD(Red Ninja and Jamie Coleson)
In a fast paced innovative tag match the Wild Childs battled Jamie Coleson and their teacher Red Ninja. The end came when Zero ducked a Spinning Back Fist from Coleson that hit Ninja allowing Zero to make the pin.
Winners:The Wild Childs
Post Match the WC again celebrated a victory over Coleson and CKD. Coleson and Ninja had words after the contest as they headed to the back.
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Post by Blade on Mar 20, 2013 20:47:31 GMT -5
FHT RE:VENGE returns backstage to Blade, with Hardcore Steve ever present. Blade is sitting down on a stool and facing towards the camera, while a banner hangs behind him sporting the words “Back Spasm Awareness” in large black letters. [/i] BladeTonight, we bring to you a very serious issue. As you may have seen on twitter, our gracious boss has been struggling with back spasms as of late and has decided that on this very show we will raise awareness to this issue. I for one, am a supporter of this idea. Since my return, I have been an advocate of Robert Gordon’s vision for this company. In a world of economic strife, we have to do all we can to make money and keep a company afloat. Legacy, nor FHT or ELITE before it, were exactly profitable. It barely broke even and I can’t count the number of times my pay was shilled. But more than that, Robot Gordon simply wants the best for everyone who works in this company and the hardcore style is the key aspect that prevents that vision. While tonight we focus on the problem of Back Spasms, which is only the start of the damage that the hardcore style can cause. My body is a wreck because of all those years that I advocated that style. I suffer from back spasms myself, and my knee has been repaired countless times. And I’m not the only one, they all feel this. Whether it is Keith Williams or Heavy Metal Snail, even a former FHT employee who shall remain unnamed, regardless of how much they may act like it doesn’t. Hardcore SteveIt is no secret that medical costs and insurance in this country is expensive. While Blade has the advantage of the National Healthcare System back home in the UK, the harsh reality is that by doing what we do in this backwards country, there is not enough support for our medical issues. We want to make you, the viewer, aware of these difficulties and ask of you, appeal to you, please donate to our cause. Even just a single dollar. Just send your donation to Steve.Rocks69@hotmail.com via PayPal. It really will be appreciated by those who need it. BladeBut that is only a start to our struggle. While money can be raised to help those who have already been hurt, it will mean nothing if we cannot stop the mindless brutality of so many members of this roster. Ash Strife, why are you not able to just accept that I beat you and beat you fairly? I beat you in the rules that are indicative of your environment and you still lost. If you think that destroying 2 faceless men will frighten me then you are very very wrong. You pick and you prey on the weak to make a point. You are cowardly. You know you cannot take me up straight because despite your strength and brutality you cannot beat my cunning, my intelligence and my athletic ability. That intelligence tells me that something that your low IQ does not. You don’t take out the scrubs. If you want to send a message you take out the head. And tonight not only will I take out that head but I stall stand at the top of this company and become the figurehead it deserves. Hardcore Steve“Sick” Nick, if that is your real name, you are going down my friend. You seriously have no chance against my boy Blade in a fair fight. He can’t help that he had a stomach ache at One More Show, the poor man was bed ridden! BladeWhoa dude, why would you tell people that? Hardcore SteveYou want me to tell them why you really didn’t show up? Blade Nice try, you couldn’t possibly know that...right? Hardcore SteveWanna bet? Blade*cough* Right, let’s move on shall we. Hardcore SteveThat’s what I thought, bitch. BladeYou better be ready to hand over that belt Nick. And Max, let’s have a good one at Wrestletopia eh buddy. ~With that, Blade gets up from his stool and walks off camera as it fades to black.~[/i] [/font][/center] |
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Post by J.FRICKIN.C on Mar 22, 2013 6:36:39 GMT -5
FHT Re-Venge returns from a brief break, the official theme blaring away as we cut backstage, and a surprised roar fills the building as we are treated to a virtually back from the grave J.C!!! "The Venomous Australian Serpent" strides down the corridor one foot after another at his own pace, his signature smug smirk etched into the corner of his mouth, looking incredibly cut and leaving the scarce Legacy employees still around speechless in his wake.
Gregory Brooks: What the… hold the phone, do my eyes deceive me! That’s J.C!!! J.C!!! J.C!!!
Gary King: No?!! It can’t be… it is!!!
A-Damn Hater: What in the world is a JC?!
Gary King: I think we’re about to find out!
J.C turns a sharp right, and the camera swings behind the tattooed Australian warrior as he heads to the darkness of the sound stage curtain, consuming him whole… it was time.
AERRRIALLLLSS!!!
IN THE SKYYYYY!!!
Fireworks pop at both sides of the stage as we are taken to the arena, and the montage reminds the ecstatic crowd, and educates the new fans, of the controversial beast that is J.C! A montage of brainbusters begins to flash across the titantron, from Heavy Metal Snail to The Balkan Wolf, to LBM’s wheelchair bound son, matched with the wild eyes of the man himself and J.C appears from the back with a broad grin, fists cocked as they brush his sides, stepping down to the ring to the beat of his own drum. Slightly behind J.C is the burly Miss Hardcore, bouncing up and down to the crowds annoyance.
Gregory Brooks: This is amazing, I am so tweeting this right now!
A-Damn Hater: What is that banshee beside him?
Gary King: Oh no, he brought Miss Hardcore with him!
Announcer: Making his way to the ring, from Brisbane Australia, accompanied to the ring by Miss Hardcore, weighing two hundred and twenty five pounds… JJJJJJJ.CCCCCCC!!!!
Making his surprise return to the FHT after six long months of licking his wounds, J.C has seemingly barely missed a step as the flickers bounce from his shoulders. Miss Hardcore trots to the apron and squats upon the ropes to make a hole for the villainous Australian, who simply ducks through almost oblivious to her, stepping into the center of the ring and raising his arms high with both eyes closed, lost in some trance as surprise transforms to boos and jeers, J.C smirking and now back in his element. Miss Hardcore applauds away, beaming with joy and stepping closer to her client. J.C takes one look at the applauding Miss Hardcore and pauses, both hands resting by his hips, only to suddenly POUNCE… twisting his upper-body through the air to catch “The Extreme Queen” and blast his former manager’s face across the mat with a skull-splitting Controversy Cutter!!!
Gary King: OHHH!!! OHHH!!! OHHH!!!
A-Damn Hater: Sweet bejeezez! That was epic! Say good night to that thing!
Gregory applauds on the commentary table, beaming away as J.C scrambles to his feet impressively quickly, and slithers to the ringside, his eyes transformed into intense slits as he glares back at the concussed transvestite. Casually taking a microphone from a nearby lackey, J.C switches it on with an audible hum…
J.C: In case you missed it… I’m back.
J.C removes the microphone from his lips and simply dangles it, eventually dropping it to the floor with a dull knock, before turning and casually marching back up the ramp.
Gary King: I think J.C has just put the roster on notice!
Gregory Brooks: J.C, he’s so hot right now!
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Post by Former FHT Employee Daniel Ice on Mar 22, 2013 9:59:13 GMT -5
Gary King:
Back to Germany now for the result of Angel/Alexei wrestling for the Legacy Internet Championship!
[10 minutes remaining. Angel and Alexei trading slow punches, tired but refusing to stop fighting. Alexei catches the arm and hits a big belly-to-back suplex and takes a moment to breath... Missing that Angel just sat up! Alexei meets the rolling elbow of Dark Angel and comes back to another Unearthly Destroyer! 1... 2... 3! The scores are even!]
A-Damn Hater:
Angel gets the pin! It's 2-2 with less than ten minutes left!
Gregory Brooks:
Alexei just needs to hang on at this point though. In the case of a draw, the champion retains his belt.
Gary King:
We're going to the final three minutes now, live!
[Angel's in the corner and Alexei charges in, squashing him. A few knees to the prone Angel before backing up for a big charge... No one home! Angel rolls Alexei up... 1... 2... Kickout! Alexei kicks out! Angel goes for another rolling elbow but Alexei ducks and as Angel comes back, applies a bearhug, trying to waste some time. Angel fights back with elbows, breaking the hold with two minutes left. He then comes in with a big boot but Alexei grabs the leg and tosses Angel back. Alexei runs at Angel but gets bodydropped to the mat. Angel prepares his glove for the rising Alexei and grabs him around the throat looking for another Unearthly Destroyer but Alexei breaks free and grabs Angel for a suplex. Angel escapes behind Alexei though and locks in the Touch of Death!]
Gary King:
The Touch of Death! Old-school Angel here, that reverse legal chokehold, Alexei is fading!
Gregory Brooks:
There's just over a minute left, can Alexei hold on?
[Alexei squirms in the hand of Dark Angel, rocking to and fro to try and get free. He reaches for the ropes but can't get his body near them and falls to his knees, the pressure growing greater. Using all the strength left in his body, Alexei tries to toss Angel over him but Angel holds on, putting everything he has into this move as we approach the last thirty seconds. Alexei is now just grasping in desperation at something as he finally goes out. The referee raises his hand once... it drops... twice... it drops... three times... Alexei holds on, he's fighting, he's struggling... But it fades and the arm drops once again! The bell rings, Angel drops the hold and for the first time in the match, right at the end, Angel takes the lead!]
A-Damn Hater:
Angel's done it! He's won!
[Five... Four... Three... Two... One... The match is over, Alexei finding his feet in time only to see the last few seconds of his long reign come to an end. The fans go berserk for the title change, having clearly enjoyed the match as the referee brings the belt in and hands in to Dark Angel. Angel looks at it and proudly raises it up then turns to Alexei. Alexei gives him a small nod of respect but is quick to leave. The celebrations begin in Germany as Angel approaches the camera]
Dark Angel:
Hey Gordon... I think I've got something here that might interest you!
[Angel poses with the belt some more before we cut back to the FHT announce desk]
Gary King:
Dark Angel has won the Legacy Internet Championship! And there he was calling to Robert Gordon! What does this mean for FHT?
Gregory Brooks:
Nothing! The Legacy Internet Championship is a retired title we don't even formally recognise here anymore! We're not about to hire Angel back because he won it!
A-Damn Hater:
Well, it's good to see Angel is doing well in the independent circuit. Stay tuned, we've still got our own huge main event to come, the FHT Undisputed Championship is on the line as "Sick" Nick defends against Blade!
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