FHT RE:VENGE - March 20th, 2013

[Former FHT Employee Daniel Ice]

Wednesday, March 20^TH, 2013

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

Gordon's Rules

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Singles Match

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Ring of the Pure

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Tag Match

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New Internet Champion Invited Back!




Open Debate on the Future of FHT!




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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. "We want Angel" chants are audibly heard. Pyro begins to shoot off the stage as the music begins to fade out.

A-Damn Hater: Last week's FHT RE:VENGE may well go down as one of the best we've ever done, featuring multiple title changes and surprise returns. With Wrestletopia looming in the distance, what's next for FHT?

Gary King: Well, Heavy Metal Snail will be defending his newly-won Hardcore Championship against the psychotic clown with a grudge, Mistah J.J. and rumour has it that it'll be contested under Gordon's Rules.

Gregory Brooks: And I've heard that following Angel winning the old Legacy Internet Championship, he's actually been invited here tonight by Robert Gordon! I hope Dark Angel shows the boss the proper respect he is due, employed or not!

[Max Venom]

WE DO AWAY WITH YOUR KIND

COUNTDOWN TO EXTERMINATE THE HUMAN RACE...

Miss Hardcore and Gavin A. Young are already standing in the ring ready as “Puritania” starts to play, signalling the entrance of Max Venom and Blackcat Meiko to loud boos from a crowd that has not forgotten their actions at Elimination Chamber.

Erik Knights: Ladies and gentlemen, the following tag match is scheduled for one fall with a fifteen minute time limit! Already in the ring at this time, Gavin A. Young and Miss Hardcore, D.I.S.C.O!

Small reaction for the members of D.I.S.C.O. as they pose. Max and Meiko enter the ring, the referee holding them back.

Erik Knights: And their opponents, first, from the streets of Harajuku, weighing in at 125 pounds, she is the Flower of Carnage, Blackcat Meiko! And her tag team partner, trained in Tokyo, Japan, weighing in at 255 pounds, he is the winner of Elimination Chamber VI, Max Venom!

Knights goes to leave but Max snatches the microphone from his hand. Erik knows better than to complain but Max simply goes to his corner with it. Meiko and Gavin start as Venom reclines against the apron.

Gary King: Starting things off this week with a tag team match as Max-

But King is cut off as Max taps the microphone in his hand a couple of times, sending static through the arena’s speakers. Gavin meanwhile sizes up Meiko who is in a fighting stance, ready to go. Gavin makes a big point of mocking Meiko, trying to get her to tag Max into the match. This goes as well as can be expected as Meiko takes Gavin down to the mat and just starts beating him down.

Max Venom: Can you feel it? Can you taste it in the air? Change. Evolution. Progress. When I guaranteed that I would win the Elimination Chamber, that wasn’t me bragging absently, that wasn’t me blowing smoke up your ass but absolute, undiluted confidence. I let five men think, speculate, maybe even dream about working with me only to pull the rug from under them and watch them all crash down to the mat. The tired old standard who sustains his position by kissing ass more than kicking it. The faceless ninja who’s a wrestling machine in the sense he has all the personality of a robot. The psychotic former show-off who can’t decide if he’s Two-Face or the Joker. The King of New York who’s loyalty runs so deep that he walked out on us last week. And Snail, poor naïve Snail, who probably grew up on a legion of fantasy stories about the smiling young kid pulling off the big one and forgot one important thing: They’re all fantasy.

Boos are thrown in Venom’s direction but he doesn’t care. Gavin is pulled up but just flung back down to the mat hard by Meiko. Max isn’t really paying attention as Young suffers hold after hold from Blackcat who is just relentlessly pummelling him. Gavin reaches out to make a tag but is pulled right back to the opposite corner, tossed into it so Meiko can continue to smack the crap out of him.

Max Venom: I proved myself to be undeniably better than all five of those men! I’m certainly better than that fired goof Dark Angel and his new hopeless wreck best friend Keith Williams and the rest of this roster doesn’t even deserve mention by me! So the only thing left for me to do is take the title of that nostalgic novelty act, “Sick” Nick, that rabid old dog who needs to be put out of his misery. As when I’m champion, things will change. No more of this reliance on “edgy” content, no more of this garbage wrestling covering inferiorities and certainly no more old relics strolling back into the arena I rebuilt, the ring I made famous, the company I put back on the map… No, Max Venom’s FHT is a modern world, an ideal world. A perfect world.

Venom continues to preach his gospel to the disbelieving fans as Meiko continues to just wreck Gavin. She brings down repeated knees to the back of his neck, holding him away from the tag, seemingly enjoying Young’s pain and inability to make the tag. Wrenching his neck back, Gavin starts to fade and Meiko just chucks his nearly unconscious form into his corner, letting Miss Hardcore tag herself in.

Max Venom: It’s that vision that brought Blackcat Meiko onboard with The Project. See, I’m a Texan guy who got sent to Japan while she’s a Japanese woman who got sent to Texas, and we learnt and grew from those experiences and needless to say, we quickly saw eye-to-eye. Our business association is founded on mutual respect for each other’s abilities inside that ring and our dedication to making FHT the greatest wrestling promotion on Earth. See, back in Legacy, Meiko was dominant. She tore through the LLW, her segments and matches were some of the best the promotion saw but Keith and the rest of the old boys in the back resented that. The girls were beating them? They had to be taught a lesson. See, back in the “old FHT”, their views on women were backwards to say the least. They were strippers, punchlines or arm candy to be hung around their waist in a desperate attempt to showcase their fading masculinity.

Miss Hardcore uses her considerable bulk to try and corner Meiko who darts left and right, ready to take her down to the mat. Hardcore comes swinging wide but Meiko rolls and grabs one of her tree trunk-like legs, bringing her down to the mat then slapping the back of her head a few times. Meiko tries a sleeper hold but Hardcore starts to power up to her feet and staggers around, Meiko draped over her back. Venom doesn’t seem to be paying attention.

Max Venom: Keith buried the LLW division because it intimidated him and his boys, just like I intimidated them a few years ago, just like anything different or new scares them. Poor Robert had little option but to find a new company where they could be appreciated and give you people, the old-school FHT audience that demands the same sexist, degrading content that the old-school FHT gave them. So now we have barely-disguised strippers flailing at each other, now we have some Greek supermodel hired to be pretty and do some photoshoots on the site. Now-

But Max is cut off as Meiko flips around Hardcore and plants her with a big DDT before rolling into a cross armbar. Hardcore screams as Meiko just wrenches it back before tapping. The referee has to pry Meiko off as Max enters the ring, microphone in hand.

Max Venom: Done already? Fair enough. We’ve got more time later…

Max chucks the microphone at Knights and shouts at him to announce the winners.

Erik Knights: Here are your winners, Max Venom and Blackcat Meiko!

The referee tries to raise Meiko’s hand but she snaps it away. Max does so instead and then applauds as Gavin checks on Hardcore behind them.

Gary King: Well, that was something. Max’s egomania is getting way out of control… He’s really buying into this Saviour of FHT thing, isn’t he?

Greg Brooks: And why shouldn’t he? Max is a leader and a hero! We’ll see him later for the Open Debate, that should be real interesting, I’m sure!

[Trey Spruance]

Trey is backstage snorting a line of coke when a interviewer walks in on him.

Trey- jesus don't you fuckin knock?

Interviewer- sorry Trey i didn't know you were... Er, busy.

Trey- you're damn right i'm busy. I just spent my paycheck on a kilo!

Interviewer- i need to ask you a few questions.

Trey- fuck that... Get out, i'm busy. Come back later when i'm not sniffing or something motherfucker. It's not every day you get a kilo!

Interviewer- er right, ok.

The camera cuts to static.

[robert]

"Fanfare for the Common Man" plays as Robert Gordon emerges from the back with his toothy grin. Gordon is holding some folded papers in one hand plus the microphone. As usual, the crowd detests Gordon as he enters the ring.

Gordon: Ladies and I wouldn't call you gentlemen, so you folks can fill in the blanks yourselves. Tonight, I bring you some of the best news in the world. Last week, Keith Williams super-kicked me, in an unprovoked matter and claimed that the board of directors booked me against Williams at Wrestletopia as punishment. Now, I don't see why a group of mystery people would punish a man for a simple back spasm, but I digress. The bringing up of the board of directors got me and my friends thinking: Who are the board of directors? Who are these men shrouded in mystery, men who I have never met. You see, in order to have a board of directors, you need to be a publicly traded company. The board of directors are people from Pro Elite MMA, who Keith Williams conned into funding this company since Legacy was a (Gordon puts on reading glasses) A national wrestling company with live PPV in 30 countries, a national television deal with G4 (Which no longer exists), and a strong fan base in Las Vegas. Now, Legacy was none of that, but I'm not surprised that the Pro Elite people bought into Keith, because they came up with this:



Gordon has a good chuckle.

Gordon: Also, this "publicly traded company" has a stock value of a big fat zero(Gordon makes a big fat zero with one hand). So my friends at the SEI decided to save the day and the SEI NOW OWNS THE FHT! All we had to pay was a nice sum of money, and now this company has real ownership!

The crowd boos much to the chagrin of Gordon.

Gordon: Now, I could be a terrible boss and cancel my upcoming match with Keith Williams, but I'm not gonna do it. In fact, I'm gonna embrace my match with Keith Williams and I'm banning the entire roster from ringside. I don't need Sick Nick or Snail running in on your behalf, Keithy. In the end, I believe that you need to take a beating from the boss in-order to learn about respect. Next week, I'll the truth about Keith Williams, the side of Keith Williams that everybody here and Keith don't want to hear. Unlike those supposed "disc" of dirty information you gave to that reporter that was probably you being Buffalo Bill, I'll keep my word on this one.

Gordon leaves to much anger from the crowd.

King: So, Robert Gordon pretty much runs things permanently?

Brooks: Yup.

King: With a group that will let him do anything without any punishment?

Brooks: Is this not the greatest thing ever?

Hater: Welp, were boned.

[Austin]

Stone Cold defeated Fat Tony in 4:52 with a Stone Cold Stunner.

-Austin spent the majority of the match avoiding the swatting punches of Fat Tony while trying to knock the big man down. Austin eventually wore the bigger man down with punches and a very well-placed kicked to the knees. Eventually, Austin managed to topple the fat man with a chop-block and then proceeded to stomp the much bigger man in the face/folds of fat called his belly. Once the big man rose to his feet, Austin kicked him the gut, WHAM, STUNNER. Pretty elementary here, Austin wins.

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With the match over, Austin continued to stomp the leg of Fat Tony that he worked on earlier. Austin calls for a microphone.

Austin: Is this the best that this company can give me? Austin stomps Fat Tony. Some fat piece of trash, some Disco Stu rip-off, who's next? All I know is that Dark Angel is here and if he has the balls, fight me at Wrestletopia. I don't care about that dead belt yer carrying around, have the balls and sign on the dotted line, son. Don't be like LBM or Joe and run away, have some guts. Robert Gordon, make the damn match happen! I'll surrender my pay for the card, just make the damn match. And that's the bottom line, because Stone Cold said so.

Austin stomps on Tony some more before leaving as RE:VENGE goes to break.

[Former FHT Employee Daniel Ice]

[As we return, a car pulls up in the parking lot and out steps Dark Angel, warmly welcomed from the watching audience. Over his shoulder is the Legacy Internet Championship and tonight, unusually, he's in a suit. Angel starts to walk towards the entrance but meets a bunch of security guards, who surround him]

Dark Angel:
Hey, Gordon told me to come here tonight!

Security:
Boss' orders. You don't go anywhere in this building without us following. Can't risk you running amok again.

[Angel fumes a little silently but proceeds onwards. Harold Gunther, always eager for a scoop, comes charging through the bodies, brandishing a microphone]

Dark Angel:
Harold meeting me just after I arrive. It's like I never left.

Harold Gunther IV:
What's going on? I thought losing to Keith meant you were gone for good!

[The security stop which forces Angel to address the question. He sighs, looking tired as he formulates his response]

Dark Angel:
I am gone. That's not changed. What has changed is that I'm now holding the Internet Championship... The last surviving Legacy championship, hell, the last surviving aspect of Legacy Wrestling. Part of the reason I went over to Germany last week was to meet some of the Legion over there, part of it was to face off with an old friend and part of it... Was to win this. And I wish I could tell you, Harold, that it's so I can keep it safe and secure from Gordon's reign here but... No. I won this because I knew there was a power fantasy Gordon's had that he could not and would not resist. That he'd give almost anything to achieve. Tonight, I'm here to fulfill that sick little dream of his. Tonight he's going to have the Leader of the Legacy Legion hand over the last surviving piece of Legacy Wrestling.

[Boos ring out from the crowd as Angel looks away, a little ashamed. Gunther doesn't pick up on any of this signals though and plows on with the questioning]

Harold Gunther IV:
So does that mean you're going to accept Stone Cold's challenge? He's been making demands to face you for months now!

Dark Angel:
Oh, I've heard him, over and over like a broken record. And just like a broken record, I'm pretty sure there's something wrong with him because he doesn't quite seem to get it. He's been running his mouth for weeks about me being a coward, how I'm ducking him or running away but trust me, if I had my way, I'd have already shut him up weeks ago. I want to fight Austin! I'm not the one stopping this! Why don't you go talk to your boy Robert Gordon and ask him why but remember to have him break it down really slowly, maybe use some pictures or Blade's puppet. I'm not hiding and Gordon isn't shielding me from you, no, he's protecting the big name. So he can sell tickets for five minute squash matches rather than risking me injuring you in a proper fight. You know what you are Austin? You're just the same as the rest of the men who sold their souls to SEI: NIN, Blade, Max, Casey... You're all Robert Gordon's little pets and he's holding your leash back because he knows one more bad blow to old Stone Cold and he's going to have to put him down.

[Angel tries to signal that he's done with the interview but can't make any progress between the security circling him and Harold's attempts to keep him pinned down]

Harold Gunther IV:
Well, Gordon's friends in SEI (great people I hear) just bought out the FHT Board of Directors. Gordon's in complete control now. How do you intend to fight that tonight?

[The question stops Angel in his tracks. He struggles for an answer, clearly some of this is new information to him. He looks at the Internet Championship and then back to Harold, pained]

Dark Angel:
I told you, I'm gone. Robert Gordon, for all his many, many flaws, isn't a complete idiot. He won't willingly hire me back. Hell, he resisted an attempted walk-out on my behalf last week, the man is stubborn. Maybe if I had my job, I could do something. Set right this travesty. But no, Harold, you don't understand what's going on tonight. I spent all week trying to argue for the best possible deal for handing this title to Gordon with his advisers. Being able to return wasn't even a remote possibility. In the end, I'm handing this belt back for something very simple.

Harold Gunther IV:
What?

Dark Angel:
The chance to say goodbye.

[The answer floors Harold to the point that at last he's left speechless, allowing Angel to be marched away by the army of security]

[Blade]

~FHT RE:VENGE switches backstage on a close up of Hardcore Steve. The puppet is dressed in what appears to be a full body cast, with only his face still being visible. The camera slowly zooms out to show that as ever he is sitting on Blades leg, who in turn is in Hardcore Steve’s personal locker room. Steve seems to be moaning in pain. ~

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Blade
Are you okay buddy?

~Steve turns to look at Blade, seemingly menacingly, although difficult to truly tell. ~[/i]

Hardcore Steve
‘Course I’m not fucking alright. If it wasn’t for this cast I would be in pieces? My skull is cracked, my arms are broken and I can’t feel my feet!

Blade
Umm...technically you can’t feel anything at all, you are made of wood.

Hardcore Steve
Shut up!

Blade
What?! It’s true. You don’t have any nerves.

Hardcore Steve
Then why the fuck were you crying when I got kicked!

Blade
I...I...I wasn’t crying, I just had something in my eyes.

Hardcore Steve
Those are called tears, arsehole!

Blade
Sh...shut up. I couldn’t help it. You are my buddy and that...that brute hurt you. I’m not very good at all this emotional stuff, you know that

Hardcore Steve
Yeah...yeah I know that. I’m sorry I snapped. Could you clear something up for me though?

Blade
Sure thing...what is it?

Hardcore Steve
HOW THE FUCK CAN YOU BEAT ASH IN A FAIR FIGHT! The guy is twice your goddamn size and if you so much as cheat, you lose!

Blade
That is the point. You underestimate me my dear friend. That beast is an idiot and I intend to outsmart him. He was the one who wanted a rematch but I’m the one who decided the rules. And naturally, they are in my favour. You are correct in your assessment that if I cheat, if I attempt to use any weapon, that I will lose. Ring of the Pure is a zero tolerance environment. But that also applies to Ash. I am trained in the more traditional wrestling techniques. I have that ability and have demonstrated it time after time; I just only use it when it is more appropriate. Ash however, doesn’t have that kind of restraint.

Hardcore Steve
So you want him to hit you with a weapon?

Blade
Yup!

Hardcore Steve
Are you insane?

Blade
I’m talking to you aren’t I?

Hardcore Steve
Fair point, but what if he doesn’t take the bait?

Blade
Then I just beat him down and pick him apart piece by piece. Sure it won’t be easy but I’m the one with the skill, I’m the one with the talent, I’m the one with the brains and I’m the one with the cunning. I have more holds than Jericho and a more varied offence than Kurt Angle had in his prime. Fear not my friend, one way or the other, justice shall be ours tonight.

Hardcore Steve
Those are the 2 plans?

Blade
Yep

Hardcore Steve
Do you have a Plan C?

Blade
It sounds like you have no faith in me?

Hardcore Steve
No, I..I do...sort of

Blade
Well, maybe tonight I shall give you no reason to doubt me again. I am more prepared than you might imagine.

Hardcore Steve
That’s...that’s good. Can I stay back here tonight? I don’t want to be hurt again

Blade
I don’t see why not, anything for my best buddy

Hardcore Steve
I’m your best friend? Really?

Blade
Well yeah, I mean you are certainly more interesting than the guy I used to hang out with...you know, the broody one who probably liked Linkin Park. I don’t think he is around anymore, for the best I suppose.


Hardcore Steve
Yeah, that guy was a douche. Let’s go get a drink, I might be able to get some sympathy nookie from that big breasted catering woman.

Blade
Sure, let’s go get you laid.

~Blade gets up from his seat and walks off camera as the scene fades out.~[/i]
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["Sick" Nick™]

As we come back from the break, the FHT Undisputed Champion is waiting in the corner as Leon Spinx checks his opponent, Killer, for any illegal objects. Satisfied, Spinx calls for the bell.

The two warriors tie up in the middle of the ring. It is a relatively even match. Killer uses his strength to get his advantages, while Nick regains his with his slightly better speed and resilience. For eight minutes, these two trade slight advantages.

Killer, with the latest advantage, hits Nick with a stiff forearm shot and goes for a Northern Lights Bomb. Nick tilts his body backwards as he is high in the air, blocking the move and lands on his feet. He quickly spins around, kicks Killer in the gut and lands a Snap DDT. Nick gets up to his knees and shakes the cobwebs out. As he gains his focus, Nick gets to his feet and stalks Killer, who is starting to stir. Nick pleads for Killer to get up. As he does, Nick locks him up in a Side Gut Wrench, flips him up and sends him crashing down with a "Sick" Bomb!

Leon Spinx:
One... Two... THREE ! ! !

Erik Knights:
. . . And the winner of the match...

"Sick" Nick snatches away the mic from Knights.

“Sick” Nick (Slightly out of breath from the match):
See Max, I can talk after I wrestle too... Well, I actually wrestled. I didn't have my woman fight my battle for me.

Nick pauses for a second while he regains his breath.

“Sick” Nick:
Everyone keeps asking me, when are Max and I are going to butt heads? When are we going to lock up in a verbal war on the mic? I ask you... Does it really matter? Max has been spewing the same savior crap for five years now. [In a bad Max Venom voice.] FHT is bad... Legacy is bad... Elite is bad... I will save you from this bad company. I will purge this company from its crap and dead weight. [End of bad Max Venom voice.] Company killer... Ha. Max when are you going to finally save us? It's like a bad, never ending Jericho bit.

Max , maybe you are not our savior. Maybe you are no better than me... the nostalgic novelty act.

You want to know when Max and I will stand toe to toe. Wrestletopia. Otherwise, he is not worth my time.

Nick drops the mic and heads to the back.

[Keith Williams]

The camera finds Keith Williams walking towards the parking lot. He has a piece of luggage under each arm and is dragging a suitcase behind him. Kristin Ricci comes running up to him.

Kristin Ricci:
Keith! What are you doing?

Keith Williams:
Its game over man! Game over!

Kristin Ricci:
Whats wrong?

Keith Williams:
Didn't you hear? Robert Gordon now owns FHT 100%. Him and his SEI buddies. Game Over!

Kristin Ricci:
So you are just going to pack up and leave?

Keith Williams:
Didn't you hear him out there? What chance do I have against him? He's banning everyone from the roster to get involved in our match at wrestletopia. He is got the refs on his payroll now. And on top of that. He is going to tell everyone my deepest darkest secrets next week. How can I combat that? Its game over! Leave while you can!

Keith starts back walking towards his car. After a few feet he stops. He drops the suitcases to the ground. He turns around and walks back to Kristin

Keith Williams:
Did you really think it be that easy Gordon? You think that you coming out and making your little announcements would scare me to the point where I would pack my bags and leave? Well maybe its from all the years of having chairs bashed against my skull, but I'm not scared. You want to say you are going to have some deep dark secrets revealed? What have I told you about listening to Satisfaction? She lies so much that she believes what she is saying. She has had a grudge against me for so long that she will say anything to get back at me.

You see Gordon, I won't make things easy for you. I will come to Wrestletopia. I will face you in a match. I know that the odds are stacked against me. But that won't stop me from getting my hands on you. Nothing will stop me from putting a beating on you that should have been done a long time ago. Every punch that i land will be for one of the old fht guard that you have screwed over the years while you were sitting all high and mighty at wwe corporate. By the time I am finished with you at topia, you will be eating your meals thru a straw. And before everything is said and done, I will be back running things around here and you will be the one on the unemployment line...

Keith heads back into the areana.

[Former FHT Employee Daniel Ice]

["Fanfare for the Common Man" announces the entrance of the much-reviled owner of FHT, Robert Gordon, accompanied by his faithful bodyguard, Crusher Casey. Gordon soaks in the moment, even with the boos, as he slowly enters the ring and takes a microphone to address the booing fans]

Robert Gordon:
The hits keep coming with this new era in FHT! Not only have my associates at SEI made my rule of this promotion official and unquestionable, but tonight, you will witness history. Closure for not just the sports entertainer involved but for this promotion, you fans and for myself. Last week, as part of my European Outreach program (that I don't remember approving but hey), we saw former FHT employee Daniel Ice, who some of you may remember was called the "Dark Angel", beat the man who ran off into hiding with the Legacy Internet Championship, Alexei Petrovich. Not bad for a small event in the heart of Germany although certainly not a match we'd ever fully broadcast here...

[More boos and jeers at Gordon, highlighting just how out-of-touch he is with the audience's desires. Gordon simply brushes it off with a casual wave of his hand]

Robert Gordon:
Now let it not be said Robert Gordon fails to deliver what the people want and need. As soon as Mr Ice won that belt, my top men contacted him and gave him a deal that was, to borrow a phrase from a personal friend of mine, "good business". It occurs to me that while we have an Undisputed Championship that is respected across the globe and a Hardcore Championship steeped in history and glorious former champions like myself, there was room for something new. A title that both honoured the past but also our future. Bringing the Internet Championship home was an important first step. After tonight, the old Legacy Internet Championship will be shipped off to some of the best belt makers in America and they will redesign and rebrand it our new FHT Legacy Championship! And come Wrestletopia, we will crown the first holder of that belt... But I'll discuss the details of that at another time. Let's first bring out the current holder of the original belt, ladies and gentlemen, Daniel Ice.

"LEGACY LEGION!"

[Of course, as soon as "Hero" starts to play, the fans are on their feet for the ever-popular Dark Angel. Angel continues to be shadowed by security but they stop as they reach the ring. Angel enters and they head to the back, leaving him with both Gordon and Casey]

Robert Gordon:
Good of you to join us, Mr Ice. I can only imagine you're very busy working with... smaller, less renowned companies. Now, as per our agreement, you just hand that belt over to me, I'll have it reworked into the Legacy Championship and you can have a few minutes to say goodbye publicly to any fans you happen to have in attendance tonight. Trust me, I'm a man of my word.

[Heavy boos follow that as they remember the last time Gordon made a promise involving Angel. Uncertain, Angel stares at the Legacy Internet Championship, the last remaining part of the company he swore to protect, as the fans chant "no". Slowly, reluctantly, he hands Gordon the belt who takes it with a grin. He looks it over and then hands it to a stagehand who runs it to the back]

Robert Gordon:
Excellent! Honestly, Mr Ice, had you been this easy to work with before, chances are you could've stayed in my employ! Never mind though, a deal is a deal. Someone get this man a microphone, we can spare him a few minutes, I'm sure.

[Erik Knights hands over his announcer's microphone to Angel. The fans are chanting "please don't go" now at Angel, who looks pained]

Dark Angel:
You two going to stand there while I do this?

[Gordon nods but backs off a little, giving Angel some space. Casey glares from the corner of the ring, eyes watching Angel]

Dark Angel:
Ok then. Well, this is something I never thought I'd have to do. Stand here, in this ring and say goodbye when I'm more than willing to carry on... Maybe that's why I had that tendency to disappear rather than do this. I think its important though because for all the ups and downs of my career, for all my struggles and triumphs it was here, on this stage in front of you, the fans who took my cheesy little nickname to heart and supported me that gave my career purpose and direction again. I was proud every single time I was addressed as the Leader of the Legacy Legion and I remain proud of that fact. I may have never been the most successful wrestler in this company, I may have never won many of the belts but to me, the love you showed me was far more valuable and important. To me, handing over that belt to have one last chance to address you all, in the understanding and hope that it will be instrumental in creating a bright future for this company, that was a no-brainer.

[The crowd respond passionately to Angel's promo, with a big "ANGEL" chant that stops him for a few moments. Gordon in the background makes a big show of looking bored]

Dark Angel:
Call this place whatever you like: Legacy, FHT, ELITE, FHT/ELITE... All of it stands as something unique and successful, over ten years of great moments and memories. There's some people though, who don't get that. Will never understand how it works or why. That gets to them, it drives them crazy that we can create something powerful and different and make it work so they come in and try to tamper with it, destroy it and repackage it as something they do understand. Many men have tried to own FHT over the years and rip it apart to discover the inner workings and in the process, they attempt to kill that spark so they can make us another soulless entity, slap some adverts on the corpse and charge for the privilege. Robert, you were once one of us, no matter how much you try to deny it and rewrite history and I don't know what SEI and the WWE did to you over the years but you could not be more different now. You are perhaps the worst possible person to run this company and-

[Gordon's been signalling behind Angel for his microphone to be cut off and the request has finally been fulfilled. Angel stares angrily at Gordon who feigns innocence and then gives Angel a fake solemn nod as he directs Angel out. Angel looks like he might strike Gordon but Casey is watching, so Angel turns to leave]

Robert Gordon:
Thank you, Mr Ice, for that public demonstration of just why you are no longer a FHT Fightstar! Now, back to business, the FHT Legacy Championship needs a first champion and what I was thinking was-

[CRACK! Gordon is interrupted by a sudden mic shot from Angel! The microphone shatters over Gordon's head and he hits the mat and immediately bails to the outside. Casey is on Angel immediately, coming in with clubbing blows that Angel is unable to block, pushing him towards the ropes. Casey backs off and comes running with a big boot... Only for Angel to pull the top rope down! Casey goes toppling to the outside and smacks his head hard off the announcer table. Angel stands in the middle of the ring as the crowd goes crazy but his eyes turn to the entrance ramp, waiting for someone...]

Glass Shatters...

[Out comes Stone Cold Steve Austin, stomping down the ramp, head bobbing left and right as he trash talks on his way down to the ring. Angel is begging Austin to get into the ring and face him and Austin, smirking to himself, obliges. The two men face off, Austin and Angel's heads pushed together as Austin continues to run his mouth about Angel. Angel starts arguing back as the "Angel" chants start up again. Austin backs off and starts pointing to his cheek, offering Angel the first shot of this brawl!]

Gregory Brooks:
Dark Angel has gone rogue once again! This man cannot be trusted! I can only hope Stone Cold teaches Angel a little respect!

Gary King:
Gordon has had that shot coming for a long, long time! And now Austin is letting Angel start this brawl off, both men have been very eager to get their hands on each other and they're finally getting the chance! Here we go!

[Angel sizes Austin up... And smacks him across the face with an open-handed slap! The sound echoes around the arena as Angel now has a smile on his face. Austin's eyes bug out as he instinctively reaches for his cheek. He's almost stunned but starts to tremble with rage, hands clenching into fists as his anger boils over. Casey, checking on Gordon, pulls him up and they go to re-enter the ring... Angel rolls out and falls back into the crowd! Austin's anger turns into disbelief and then more anger as he sees Angel backing off into the crowd. He goes to follow but Casey and Gordon hold him back]

A-Damn Hater:
Austin is livid! He's furious! Angel just showed him the ultimate disrespect with that slap and now he's being held back!

Gregory Brooks:
This is an outrage! Angel just provoked Austin and then ran away like the coward he is! Austin has been right this entire time!

[Austin is almost frothing at the mouth to get at Angel, even Casey is struggling to hold him back. Gordon grabs a microphone as Angel taunts Austin from the crowd, enraging him further]

Robert Gordon:
Steve, please, come on! He's trying to get under your skin! He's probably looking for a lawsuit! I can't let you go and chase him into the crowd! Come on, calm down, calm down...

[Austin fumes and struggles a little more but is starting to see sense. He takes a few deep breaths and finally holds his hands up, trying to indicate he's feeling better. He asks for the microphone]

Stone Cold:
Gordon, do me a favour! Don't let that son-of-a-bitch yellow bellied coward run off without old Stone Cold opening a vintage can of whoopass on him! Don't give a damn what hoops you need to jump through, make the damn match. I'm fed up of that greasy, lanky bastard ducking me! Give me the damn match!

[Gordon sighs, looking at Austin and then at Angel. He paces around the ring thinking for a bit]

Robert Gordon:
...No. Sorry, no.

[Austin's anger threatens to boil over once again. Angel looks disappointed but not entirely surprised while the fans aren't happy about the decision at all]

Robert Gordon:
I have the utmost confidence in you, Steve, don't get me wrong. I know if I make that match, you'd come out the winner, no problem. The real issue is though that Dark Angel is a desperate man with nothing left to lose! I can't guarantee what he might do in a fit of jealousy! He may deliberately attempt to injure you or worse, he may put you in a position where you damage your neck or knees... I can't allow one of my top employees into a match with so many risk factors. And what if, Steve, what if Angel cheated or got help and somehow, heaven forbid, got a win over you? Then the man with that illegitimate win goes touring around the country, refusing a rematch! I have to make the right call for business, I'm sorry, but I cannot sanction any match between the two of you.

[Austin's cold stare is fixed on Gordon, his brain clearly thinking everything through. Slowly, he nods his acceptance. Angel stands in the crowd, watching proceedings. Gordon signals to Casey to let Austin go]

Robert Gordon:
Thank you, Steve. I'm glad you aren't going to let some taunting get-

[KICK WHAM STUNNER! Austin just stunned Robert Gordon! The fans go nuts as Gordon hits the mat! Casey looks unsure of what to do as Austin leaves the ring. He stares up at Angel but security are now running in from everywhere and Austin is forced to walk away. As he goes, he lashes out at the steps, the barricade, the ramp, everything in his way]

A-Damn Hater:
Gordon turned the match down... And Austin hit the stunner on him! I'm not sure if that was a wise career decision by Austin but quite frankly, I don't think he cares!

Gary King:
What a strategy from Angel though! He set off that ticking time bomb that is Stone Cold and let it explode in Gordon's face! Not only that, but even if it's just to kick Angel's ass, I think Austin just became one of the biggest voices calling for Angel's return! What's going to be the fallout from this?

[Ash Strife]

”Face Fisted” by Dethklok blast through the PA system as Ash Strife walks through the curtains down the ramp.

Brooks: Looks like the Ring of the pure match is up next and many do wonder if this challenge was the best idea.

Hater: The man made a smart choice. He took out the options of weapons for Strife.

Brooks: But you forget Ash was an impressive Global Honored Crown holder and those rules are pretty close to what this will be.

Hater: Still this match does favor Blade’s style of wrestling.

Ash steps over the top rope and circles the ring like a shark hungry for blood before pacing back and forth staring at the ramp. His music is cut off by "One Short Life" by Motorhead. He steps through the curtain without Hardcore Steve before he walks down the ramp. He pauses at ring side before climbing into the ring cautiously.

Brooks: The referee calls for the bell and Ash just stands there. Odd I would have thought he would have charged like a berserker at Blade.

Hater: On the same token. He may suspect a trap.

Ash stares at Blade for a good moment he when he finally steps towards Blade in a Jason Voorhees slow stalking walk before he gets chest to chest with Blade. Blade doesn’t budge a muscle as you can see the hate build on his face for what Ash did to Hardcore Steve. Shockingly Blade makes the first strike as he lays into Strife with several hard and fast shots staggering Strife back a little before Ash gives Blade a hard shove that sends him flying to the corner. Ash charges in with a clothesline but Blade ducks under it before jumping on the middle rope and going for a DDT but Ash keeps his footing.

Brooks: Blades wasn’t expecting that. One can safely assume.

Ash shifts Blade over his shoulders before pressing him up into the air and catching him in a massive Samoan drop. Ash hooks the legs for not even a one count before getting off of Blade. He picks him up and power whips him towards the ropes and Blade rebounds at Ash and ducks past him. Blade builds more momentum but is caught off guard by a sprinting Ash to cold cocks Blade with a running big boot.

Hater: Did someone get the name of that truck that just hit Blade?

Blade hits the ground hard but quickly rolls out of the ring. He rubs his jaw before sliding back into the ring. He charges at Ash doing a stick and move going for kidney shots as Ash goes for punches back but Blade always seems to be just fast enough to side step those punches until Blade gets cocky and goes for a haymaker to the face and Ash grabs his fist. Blade’s eyes go wide in fear as Ash pulls him in and Ash unloads with heavy powerful fist to the head and upper torso in general before letting go of Blade and watching him drop. Blade full of heart fights his way back to his feet when Ash whips him into the corner and squashes him with a huge splash as Blade crumbles in the corner. Ash picks up Blade’s feet and begins to helicopter spin him around a few times before slamming him down with a modified spinebuster.

Brooks: I will admit that was impressive but Ash is looking for the finish here.

Hater: Maybe? You don’t know what that monster is thinking.

Ash reaches down and Blade attempts to go for a cradle roll up but the size and strength of Ash is too much and Ash pulls him up in the air with Blade still in that cradle position. Before tossing him in the air and catching him by the throat. Ash lifts him again and plans with Ashes to Ashes before picking up again and plants him with Dust to Dust. Ash goes for the pin for the three count.

Brooks: These two men are now tied in this feud and it looks like Ash outsmarted Blades plan for the DQ win but Ash now goes to the turnbuckle now and no!

Hater: Well the match is over so Ash sees this as his true Revenge time. He is ripping off the turnbuckle cover and he turns and Blade rolls out of the ring and Blade is trying to high tale it out of there. He looks a bit loopy still but he knows for his wellbeing he has to get of there!

Blade steps through the curtain and Ash stalks him up the ramp.

[Blade]

~The camera switches to the backstage area, just behind the curtain as Blade bursts through. He is clearly panicked as he is trying to escape and ends up tripping over some rigging lying on the floor and is barely able to keep his footing as Ash storms through after him. Blade pushes the camera man out of the way and runs down the corridor with Ash on his tail. The camera switches to another angle in front of Hardcore Steve’s locker room. Blade is seen running around the corner and darts into the ring, the sound of the door being locked quickly following. Ash shortly follows from around the corner and is able to work out that Blade has entered the locker room and moves to stand in front of the door. Using an axe handle smash, Ash beats on the door a handful of times and causes it to crack. He follows it up with a large boot that almost destroys the door, leaving the doorway empty. However, before Ash can even consider getting into the room 2 men charge out of it and begin to aggressively assault Ash. One of the men is easily identifiable as being Crusher Casey while the other is a less familiar giant wearing a battered leather mask. The two men beat Ash down the hallway to what appears to be the catering room where Ash is treated to a continued assault including being thrown into a vending machine and finally being double chokeslammed through one of the catering tables. Blade meanwhile has followed both men out and is directing traffic, staying well out of the way of Ash’s reach until the table gets destroyed. ~[/i]

Blade:
Like I said, I’m always prepared. You may have beaten me but I’m not so arrogant to think that me beating you was a sure thing...or to think that beating me in a pure contest would satisfy you desire to “punish me”. That is why I went out to get me some back up. Some hired muscle to protect me from your brutish behaviour. Casey you, and the people at home, should recognise. Gordon didn’t need him so I asked our generous boss for a loan. The other guy, I know him from way back. I fucked him over once but he needs the money much...much more than holding a grudge and he is a vicious son of a bitch. Let you introduce you to my old tag team partner, the other member of the Demolition Crew, Razor!

Gregory Brooks:
Once again, Blade proves himself to be one of the most cunning men in this company. This is great, I love it!

Blade:
Now, since you have a fair victory over me I guess that makes it one each. I don’t like that. So I put this challenge to you. Wrestletopia is coming up and it will be Blade vs. Ash Strife...In 3 Stages of Hell! I pick 1 stipulation, you pick another and since I’m feeling generous how about we let our audience chose the 3rd on the off chance we require it. I’ll see you then!

~Blade gives Ash a few kicks before walking off, Casey and Razor on his heels as the camera zooms into Ash before fading out.~[/i]

[Ninja/Killer]

Scene opens with the Wild Childs and Angelica in a backstage location.

Zero:FHT, we demand some action.

Connor Brody:We demand respect.

Zero:We demand that our voices be heard, next week we want something down about this so called tag team division, and if you don't want to comply, we'll take action, and you don't want that, you really don't want that.

(The WC and Angelica leave as the scene fades out.)

[robert]

We see a very angry Robert Gordon in his office as he is so angry that is throwing furniture around. Ferguson is crouching in the corner, things not going well.

Gordon: DAMMIT! All I ask is that security prevent that beer-swilling redneck from getting anywhere near my ring when Angel was there. That's all, and most of all I got stunned. I've been stunned, superkicked, beaten with plunder, and god knows what else. So if Steve Austin wants his hands on Dark Angel that badly, then go after him. I don't care any-

Gordon is interrupted by NIN Horror who walks in with a smile on his face.

Horror: Hey boss, how has your day been?

Gordon: How the fuck do you think my day has been?

Horror: Not too bad? Listen, I was thinking that Sick Nick needs a warm-up match, more specifically a warm-up title defense. I think I'm the guy to fill that role, like that time I replaced George Clooney in a Suntory Whiskey commercial.

Gordon: No.

Horror: What did you just say?

Gordon: No, I'm going to give you a title shot against Sick Nick because you don't deserve one. When the last time you won a match?

Horror: Well...uh...

Gordon: I don't know what happened with you, but Snail did something to you. You haven't been the same, I rigged the Chamber drawing to give you that spot. And yet, you couldn't do it. I'm sorry, but you're not worth what I'm paying you.

Horror: What are you trying to tell me?

Gordon: I'm telling you that your services are no longer needed. Translation: YOU'RE FIRED!

Horror is shocked and looks crushed almost.

Gordon: GET OUT OF MY ARENA! GET OUT OF THIS COMPANY! I AM SICK AND TIRED OF PEOPLE LIKE YOU LEECHING OFF ME!

Horror slinks out of the room as Gordon quickly regains his composure.

Gordon: Now, I've thought about the special set of rules for tonight's main event. Since the Russobot app is down, I've decided if The Heavy Metal Snail is busted open tonight, he will lose the Hardcore Title. Now get out, before I fire everybody

The camera crew quickly gets out as we head to break.

[Heavy Metal Snail]

FHT RE:VENGE rolls on as we see Hardcore Champion Heavy Metal Snail, belt proudly slung over his shoulder. He's currently doing a couple of prematch exercises until he is intercepted by an all to familiar sight. He stops his exercises as he sees Robert Gordon standing right near him.

Heavy Metal Snail: What do you want Gordon?

Robert Gordon: What, can't a boss come in and wish his Hardcore Champion some pre-match condolences? I'm so sorry for your loss.

Heavy Metal Snail: What the hell are you talking about?

Robert Gordon: Well it's not like you have a chance against Mr. J.J. I mean, I gave you the beating of your life just last week and now you have to go up against Mr. J.J. in a match I made for you, using my rules. I just...I don't really like your chances tonight Snail.

Heavy Metal Snail: Okay Gordon, look, I don't know what you plan on achieving but I'm keeping this title. I know that you're butthurt about me kicking your ass around the arena and that now you're sending in J.J. as your little attack dog to make you feel better. But let me tell you something right now Gordon, I'm a fighter. I live for situations like these. So if you think that I'm losing this title, you got another thing coming. I'm not afraid of you. I'm not afraid of Chase. I'm not afraid of anyone. I'll take on anyone who wants this title and I will beat them. That might not sit well with you, but you can't do shit about it. I'm the Hardcore Champion, not you, so deal with it!

Snail shoves the title in Gordon's face only for the FHT Commissioner to bat it back. He sticks his finger in Snail's face angrily.

Robert Gordon: Let me tell you something Snail! I don't like you! I don't like anything about you! I didn't like you the second you set foot in this company! And right now, you're in a dangerous position, because I am your boss. And as your boss, I can be just as big a dick as you want. I can make your life a living hell. I can strip you of that title, kick you to the curb, and make sure you never get a job here or anywhere else! I run the show around here, I make the decisions. So I think you should watch your disrespectful mouth before you start running it off.

Heavy Metal Snail: Oh, you think you have leverage? You think you can fire me and just sweep me under the carpet just like that? You know I still have the belt. And if you even think of firing me, I will walk right out of this company, bury it for all it's worth, defend the title elsewhere, and FHT will be short a champion. Would you like that?

Robert Gordon: You don't have the balls.

Heavy Metal Snail: Try me Gordon! Because I'm not going to play nice! Dark Angel tried to play nice and it got him nowhere. You don't play nice with people like you. Let me tell you something Gordon, whether you like it or not, you need me. I'm not some scared rookie anymore, I'm a star. I'm the champion. And even if I lose to J.J. tonight, I'm still going to be a star, and you're running low on stars. RDJ walked, Alexei never came, Lbm retired, Blade's gone crazy, and Austin's your stooge. You need me because unlike most people in this company, the fans actually like me. And if you just kick me to the curb, it's going to reflect badly on you. You're going to lose business, that much I can guarantee you. And I know you want business.

Robert Gordon: You're replaceable Snail. I could walk into any Hot Topic and find five guys just like you.

Heavy Metal Snail: You really want to take your chances with that? Because if you want to fire me, then go ahead, but I won't take this gracefully.

The two men have a stare down but Gordon eventually lowers his posture. He knows when it's time to let something go.

Heavy Metal Snail: Pleasure doing business with you. Now if you'll excuse me, I have a match to fight.