FHT Wrestletopia - April 17th, 2013

[robert]

Wednesday, April 17^TH, 2013

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

Fans Bring The Weapons Match

-VS- [c]

Throughout FHT history, there is perhaps few people more outspoken than Max Venom. The controversial Company Killer who publicly claims to have caused the death of FHT/ELITE has, however, rebranded himself as FHT's saviour upon his release from the WWE. Standing in support of Robert Gordon's ownership and the removal of the hardcore elements of the original FHT, Max has preached about change and a need to take the promotion in a new direction. His message has been backed up by success, with his huge win in Elimination Chamber VI giving him this shot for the FHT Undisputed Championship. Max however may be overlooking the current champion, the FHT Hall of Famer, the hardcore icon, the man who perhaps more than anyone else can be said to embody the spirit of the original FHT, "Sick" Nick. Since winning the championship, Nick has looked like a man reborn, hungry to represent the product that brought him into the limelight and dismissing Venom's rants. This dream match between two of the most charismatic and creatively destructive men in FHT's decade-long history not only promises to be a great contest, but the result should have far-reaching implications for the future of FHT as a whole.

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Grudge Match

-VS-

At the last Supershow, Keith Williams, a man seeking redemption for his own actions and revolution against the tyrannical reign of Robert Gordon was forced to be part of a screwjob that forced Dark Angel out of FHT. Utilizing his connections, Williams managed to secure a match with Robert Gordon but since there, Gordon and his colleagues at SEI have taken further control, making the liberation of FHT look almost impossible. Still determined to fight and strike back, Keith knows he'll need every last ounce of his cunning and skill to defeat the wily boss and get a measure of revenge for everything he has done. Can Keith make Gordon pay for his actions or will the owner of FHT stamp out this rebellion for good?


Barbed Wire Massacare
-VS-(C)
The feud between Heavy Metal Snail and Mistah JJ has seen some of the most violent battles in FHT history. First Blood and general mayhem have nothing on what these two men will step into tonight: Barbed-Wire Massacre. Will the Snail add some scars to the already scarred JJ, or will Snail have a permanent smile on his face?

Unauthorised Match
No Holds Barred

-VS-

Since Dark Angel was released from the FHT, one man has called him out, Steve Austin. Austin has done everything to draw Angel into a fight, insulted him, beat up Angel's friends, and even turned his back on Robert Gordon. Austin even invaded the home of Dark Angel and both men engaged in a lengthy brawl. Now, these two men finally clash in a unsanctioned no holds barred match. Will Dark Angel get his revenge for the attacks and insults, or will the Texas Rattlesnake topple the big man? No rules, no way to stop the match, no holds barred.

Rubber Match
Three Stages of Hell

-VS-

When Blade managed to get the pin on a distracted Ash Strife at the last Supershow, it seemed to only stoke the flames between these two men. The merciless Titan of Ultraviolence has been relentless in his pursuit of the anti-hardcore SEI sellout Blade and his maniacal mannequin, Hardcore Steve. Ash evened the score in a Ring of the Pure match but Blade quickly struck back with the debut of his two new bodyguards, the towering Crusher Casey and his old tag team partner, Razor. In this Three Stages of Hell match, with Blade and Ash choosing a match type and the third one being down to public vote, has Blade found a way to stop the angry giant or will Ash Strife satiate his blood lust?

Do Or Die
Hardcore Invitational



The buck stops here, these six men are probably not capable of beating level one of Super Mario Bros than they are winning matches. I want to see if these men are even capable of defeating one of their fellow ham and eggers at WrestleTopia. I've taken six of the most notorious wimps in this company and I'm sticking them in the ring with weapons. The last man eliminated loses their job, the last man or whatever Miss Hardcore is standing, they receive an iron-clad deal. If any FHT talent wants to enter, they can and if they win, they get a talent contract that is iron-clad.


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[Trey Spruance]

Trey Spruance is walking backstage muttering to himself and nursing a nosebleed.

Trey: I can't friggin beleive it... I've been left off the card. No match. What do I do now?

Trey walks into the lockeroom and grabs an once of weed from the locker.

Trey: Fuck it, at least I got you baby. Sweet Mary Jane don't ever leave me.

"Walk" by Pantera hits and Trey makes his way out to the crowd.

Trey: Free your minds with some free weed!

Trey walks around handing out weed to the fans, crew and even commentators. Trey then stops and takes a chair in the crowd, rolling himself a joint while waiting for the first match to take part.

[robert]

Gregory Brooks won the Do or Die Invitational

-This is what five men and one whatever Miss Hardcore is in a match filled with weapons and the loser getting fired. Plenty of weapon shots including Miss Hardcore taking various crotch shots to the crowds laughter. Baxter was eliminated first after trying to "Hug it Out" with Fat Tony that resulted in a bearhug submission. Fat Tony, seemingly motivated that he can't pay for his Sbarro addiction was killing fools with splashes, even wrapping himself in barbed-wire to splash Gavin A Young back to obscurity. Apollo Johnson felt the wrath of ten years of Miss Hardcore being confused for It's Pat when Hardcore punted Johnson in the jewels with a barbed-wire wrapped boot. Hardcore was quickly eliminated via combo falling splash/frog splash and it was down to the veteran MMN/Fat Tony. After chopping the really fat tree known as Fat Tony with leg kicks and tried to position Fat Tony on the table, but it broke in a Botchamania-worthy moment. MMN still managed to hit a Frog Splash through what was left of the table to get the W. Or so we thought, as Erik Knights announced a surprise contestant:



For any fan that attends FHT cards, that is the music the Gregory Brooks comes out to as MMN stared at the screen, confused. Gregory Brooks quickly ran in and rolled MMN up with the tights for the shock victory. Brooks quickly grabbed the contract and headed back to the table and refused to answer why he entered the match.

[Messiah of the Mat]

Backstage at Wrestletopia, Harold Gunther IV is standing in with an unfamiliar face in this promotion, and his holding a microphone in hand.

Harold Gunther IV:
It is my... "pleasure" to introduce you all to a man I'm sure is very fascinating, a Mr. Jace Maynard. Jace, why don't you tell the people a little bit about yourself?

Jace nods.

Jace Maynard:
Great, as long as you do me a favor and never speak to me again.

Harold sports a grimace after this statement, as I'm sure he thought he was being absolutely agreeable.

Jace Maynard:
So, I'm a man who's been known to do his homework. I didn't come all the way here to "beautiful" New York, New York, with my dick in my hand, bright eyed and bushy tailed, naive to the world and looking for an adventure. I came here to get my hands on some precious metal, preferably gold. I'm no naive little jerk off, I know my place, and right now, it's at the bottom.

At this very moment, there's a man named "Sick' Nick who holds the big, heavy strap around here, but by the end of the night, it could belong Max Venom; this comes as news to no one.

But that has no concern for me, no, not at my station in life. I'm not one of these kids who thinks the world owes me somethin', cause the fact of the matter is, if you want something, you gotta work for it. Now I might not be the most likable guy, and I sure as Hell ain't a nice guy, but what I do have is set of principles, and I live by a code. It might not line up with the law, and it might not suit you, but it's gotten me this far, and that's all that matters.

Now, I could take that championship, the Undisputed title belt, but what I'm going to do is earn it. I could turn Nick into a very "siick" pile of dismembered body parts, and that'd be a lot of fun, but that... that's going to come later. I have a lot to prove to you people, and I'm going to enjoy every minute of it.

So, where do I start? Hmmm, well, to me, it's obvious. Isn't it obvious, Harold?

Harold begins to answer, but is quickly cut off by a threatened punch to the face.

Jace Maynard:
That was just a test, Harold; you shut the Hell up. I'm setting my sights for the Hardcore championship, plain and simple. I'm not known for being a "hardcore" wrestler, but I really couldn't give a damn. If it's a championship, I want it, and I won't stop until I get it.

Heavy Metal Snail... consider yourself warned.

And with that, Jace shoves passed Harold, causing HG4 to grab his clavicle, obviously in some pain. We crash to the next segment of the show.

[Heavy Metal Snail]

Gary King: Alright, we’ve seen a good show so far and it is now time for the Hardcore Title Match!

Gregory Brooks: Oh man, I’ve been excited for this one. Mistah J.J. and Heavy Metal Snail are going one on one for the title in a Barbed Wire Massacre and let me tell you something, after their already brutal encounters, this one is assured to blow this one out of the water.

A-Damn Hater: Oh man, I’m stoaked for this one! I’ve seen some pretty brutal matches in my day but already, this is working to be one of the most brutal. You got insane J.J. vs never say die Snail and barbed wire. I wouldn’t be shocked if the entire arena is coated in blood.

Gary King: Let’s not waste any more time and take it down to Mr. Erick Knights

Erick Knights: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following contest is a barbed wire massacre match scheduled for one fall and it is for the FHT Hardcore Championship!

The crowd cheers as they look upon the random collection of barbed wire boards and the ring ropes so lovingly wrapped in the devils playing thing…barbed wire. They keep cheering until Asylum by Disturbed kicks up over the speakers and Mistah J.J. comes out to large boos from the crowd. J.J. for his part, doesn’t really acknowledge the crowd and instead simply storms down the entrance ramp.

Erick Knights: Introducing first, the challenger, from Nightmares, UR, weighing 273 pounds…

Before Erick Knights can say another word, J.J. is blindsided in the back of the neck by a running axe handle from the champion Heavy Metal Snail. Belt still hung around his waist, Snail immediately goes to work on J.J., hitting him with a variety of fists to the back of the head, desperate for some to land flush. J.J is unable to defend himself. For once, Snail has gotten the drop on him, and he’s paying the price for it.

Gregory Brooks: Now that is just uncalled for! How dare you Snail! How dare you!

A-Damn Hater: What are you talkin’ about Brooks? Snail has been beaten and harassed by J.J. for far too long now and he’s just taking some much deserved revenge!

Gary King: Regardless of what you think, Snail is just laying right into J.J. and I don’t think J.J. can do anything but sit there and take it.

Snail keeps punching J.J. enough for the killer clown to try to mount some kind of retreat by running towards the ropes. By now, the timekeeper has realized that there’s no way any real introductions would begin and has instead rung the bell, making sure that the match starts off with a brawl. The crowd is cheering wildly and chanting Snail’s “name” over and over again, desperate to get the hardcore champion to hold on to what’s his. Snail is all too happy to oblige them as he grabs J.J. by his hair and throws him right into the steps to a huge roar from the crowd. The FHT Faithful immediately begin chanting “barbed wire!” several times but Snail simply yells “not yet!” back to them. It’s always important to build to it. If Snail plays his cards right, he might not need any barbed wire. Snail rushes right towards the prone J.J. and extends his feet out, looking for a sliding dropkick. But unfortunately for him, he simply hits the steel as J.J. ducks his head out of the way, leaving Snail to hit the mats.

Mistah J.J. runs his fingers through his hair and smiles the same mad smile that he’s been displaying since he was reborn. With not a single second wasted, J.J. rushes right towards Snail and starts stomping right on his head several times, doing his best to try to crush Snail’s head into the mat with his boot. It actually works quite a bit; Snail is powerless to stop the onslaught of steel toed stomps to his head. J.J. relents somewhat, giving the champion Snail some room to breathe, but it’s only a temporary alleviation as J.J. simply grabs Snail’s legs and lifts him right up in the air before throwing him over his head, neck first into the steel steps to a very audible cringe from the crowd.

Gregory Brooks: Haha! Take that Snail! Try to pull a fast one on J.J. but in the end, you just got outwitted! Idiot!

Gary King: This is just first of what will be many brutal attacks in this match. These competitors haven’t even entered the ring, the barbed wire isn’t even in play.

A-Damn Hater: Let me tell you something, Snail is damn near invulnerable, the man very rarely has taken a decisive loss and has been mowing through challenger after challenger, overcoming odd after odd, the man’s a human wrecking ball. Whatever J.J. throws at him, I’m sure Snail can handle it.

Gregory Brooks: You’re going to be eating those words when Snail’s a blood, crying mess on the canvas.

Snail takes the time to try to catch the breath that has been knocked out of him but he is not given the chance as J.J. simply grabs Snail by his mop of hair and slams him face first onto the steps not once, not twice, but three times before slamming his head right into the post and rolling him into the ring. Sadly, for him at least, Snail did not catch any barbed wire. He’s still unscathed by the assault. But the best competitors don’t need barbed wire to put their opponents away. Deftly avoiding the deadly knots of the accursed thing, J.J, rolls under the bottom rope and pins Snail’s shoulders to the mat.

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Snail kicks out easily. J.J. is undeterred though. Instead of dwelling on the easy kickout, J.J. simply looks to the future and picks Snail up off of his feet. Finding that this match has bored him so far, J.J. whips Snail towards the ropes at full speed, the crowd swelling with an “ooooh!” anticipating the coming impact from Snail on to the hideous ropes. But the Guardian of Metal still has most of his mental faculties remaining and manages to put the brakes on before he makes contact with the wire. Snail turns around only to see J.J. barreling towards him. Not wanting to end up planted right onto the barbed wire; Snail sidesteps out of the way and taps J.J. on the shoulder, pushing him closer towards the barbs. J.J. extends his gloved hands to catch the wiring, avoiding any severe damage from the ropes. He is able to sense that Snail is coming behind him and sends his elbow back to meet Snail right in the gut. Snail doubles over as J.J. closes in on him but he quickly manages to recover himself somewhat and throw a punch too J.J. You know what follows next, the brawl.

J.J. and Snail have become so used to the brawling between each other that it almost became second nature to the two. Snail was the first to gain advantage because while J.J. was able to jump away from the ropes, Snail was still on him like blue on moldy bread. The Hardcore Champion, title still around his stomach, throws a pair of elbows before striking him right in the chin with a toe kick. Snail pushes forward but J.J. ducks a wild clothesline and returns fire with a big boot that takes Snail right down to his back. The crowd boos as J.J. takes control of the match back as he turns Snail over, hits a running stomp to the back of his head, and then proceeds to take the belt off of Snail. He then holds it over his head shouting “MINE! MINE! THIS IS MY TITLE!” and proceeds to belt (pun intended) Snail over the head with the championship as soon as his opponent gets back to a vertical base. The blow is enough to override Snail’s common sense, at least for a couple seconds, as Snail looks to roll out of the ring. However, he briefly forgot the barbed wire that covers the ropes. As soon as he gets to the ropes, J.J. rushes toward him and stomps right on the bottom rope, bringing the barbed wire right down on Snail’s chest. The crowd boos and starts an “HMS!” chant to try to rally their hero forward.

Gary King: And this match is starting to enter a brutal place. If you haven’t already got the kids out of the room, then I’d recommend it now.

Gregory Brooks: Or leave them in the room to watch the downfall of Heavy Metal Snail and the triumph of Mistah J.J.

A-Damn Hater: That’s a good joke Greg! Thinking Snail could actually lose this one.

Gregory Brooks: J.J. is pushing barbed wire right into Snail’s chest! That should be enough to seriously damage him!

J.J. keeps on jamming the barbed wire and all Harry Hebner can do is watch. Watch and cringe at this display of brutality. Snail can do nothing but grab the barbed wire in an attempt to alleviate some of the pain that was being inflicted on him. But it was no use; the small metal barbs were slowly worming their way into his skin as J.J. laughed maniacally. He took his foot off of the bottom rope but he was not even close to done. J.J. pulls Snail back into the ring and immediately went back to working on the arm, grabbing it right in a typical fujiwara armbar, wrenching the bone right out of its socket.

Gary King: Now it looks like J.J.’s trying to make this match a bit more technical. That won’t sit well with the long time fans.

A-Damn Hater: If it’s not him, then it’s gotta be Snail to rally forth and commence the bloodshed. The FHT Faithful depend on it.

Gregory Brooks: Both of you quit yapping about the FHT Faithful! Our CEO Robert Gordon-

A-Damn Hater: Shut up Greg!

As the commentators begin to bicker, J.J. continues to wear down the arm, twisting the arm and contorting it in sickening ways. While it’s painful, Snail doesn’t pay any mind to it and instead works to get out, pushing himself up to his feet quickly to the roar of the crowd. However, J.J. doesn’t fall victim to Snail that easily and as soon as Snail reaches a vertical base, J.J. takes his massive arm and pushes Snail right into the barbed wire. While Snail stumbles out before J.J. can do any real damage, there are still some holes in his back that are starting to bleed. J.J. doesn’t care as he catches Snail in a front facelock and hits him with a swinging neckbreaker. The crowd boos and begins another “Snail!” chant but it’s not enough to get Snail back to his feet and J.J. jumps up and crushes Snail’s arm with his knee bringing a loud thud that echoes throughout the arena. J.J. then hold his knee on Snail’s arm before punching the joint in his shoulder, making sure to bring as much grievous injury as possible to the Hardcore Champion. J.J. gets back up after he finds that he’s done enough damage and goes back over the Hardcore Title belt that’s still in the ring.

When J.J. picks the belt up, he raises it above his head the same way Snail did when he won it back, a mocking gesture that draws the ire of the crowd. J.J. waits for Snail to arise before charging right at him with the heavy title belt. However, Snail ducks the blow from his own title and as soon as J.J. turns around, Snail jumps up with an enziguri to the back of the title, knocking the metal part right into the face of Mr. J.J. The crowd goes wild as Snail finally gets back on the offense and as J.J drops the belt, Snail runs up and hits him with a flying forearm. J.J falls hard to the mat and gets back up only to be blindsided with a quick huricanrana from Snail. The rana is enough for J.J. to be sent right to his back and Snail keeps his spurt of offense rolling as he runs towards J.J. and hits a flip leg drop right onto J.J.’s neck .The Killer Clown immediately sees this as his opportunity to skedaddle. Any more offense from Snail could potentially cause a quick end to the match at hand. He summons some of his now stunted strength to roll out of the ring to get some reprieve. Snail sees this and the crowd boos heavily, only to turn back to cheering when Snail runs to the ropes, leaps clear over the barbed wire and hits J.J. right into the barricade with a perfectly executed plancha dive.

Gary King: What a move from Snail! He didn’t even touch the barbed wire! Now this match has spilt to the outside with all these unforgiving boards! What happens next is most assuredly going to be brutal!

Gregory Brooks: C’mon J.J.! Bring the title back home! You can beat the odds!

Snail gets back up, albeit a little banged up from the dive and the earlier barbed wire attack, and raises his fist triumphantly into the air. The crowd responds with an outpouring of love as Snail lifts J.J. up and drops him face first onto the barricade with a Snake Eyes. This gives him more time to walk over to the plethora of barbed wire boards that scatter the ringside area. As he gets one, he puts it out in front of him as the crowd begins a “Fuck ‘em up Snail!” chant. They’re desperate for some bloodshed. As soon as Snail closes in on J.J., however, the former Champion runs up to Snail and decapitates him with a clothesline. The barbed wire board falls out of Snail’s hands and J.J. quick picks it up. He taunts Snail and by extension the audience by lightly batting around Snail’s body before pulling Snail up and smashing him over the head with a vicious and malicious shot from the barbed wire board. And with that, first blood is drawn. Snail’s head is busted open from the attack.

With blood drawn in this match, J.J. seeks to draw more of it, plastering his face with a hideously sadistic smile. Grabbing Snail by his golden locks of hair, J.J. drags him to the bottom rope and immediately plants his bleeding forehead right onto the barbed wire rope. With no time to lose, J.J. starts scraping the open wound across the barbed wire, opening up more cuts in the head and causing the blood to rivet right out of all the wounds that have now been formed.

A-Damn Hater: Oh Jesus Christ that’s just vicious!

Gregory Brooks: That’s not PG!

Gary King: Mr. J.J. only showing just how far he is willing to go to regain his Hardcore Championship.

Snail falls right down to the mats, blood pouring down from his head. The crowd is booing but some of the more bloodthirsty fans are cheering at this display of remorseless brutality from Mr. J.J. The former champion continues to toy with Snail, stomping on the weakened arm before shouting out mockingly “did that hurt!?” He continues to stomp on the arm with occasional stomp to his rapidly reddening forehead before picking the Snail up in one arm and the barbed wire board in another. Wasting little time, J.J. plants the board right into Snail’s head before dropping him right onto the board with a reverse STO. Again, most in the crowd recoil in shock or boo, but the hardcore fans eat it up. Thinking that now is the best time to end it, J.J. rolls Snail right into the ring, hoping to capitalize on the immense amount of damage he has caused to the forehead.

Once both men are in the ring, J.J. quickly makes the cover as Harry Hebner drops in the position to count.

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3…NO!

Summoning enough strength to continue, Snail kicks out just before the ref counts three. J.J. can’t believe it. The Guardian of Metal’s face is now completely covered in blood and quite a bit of it is beginning to stain the mats. That should’ve been it. Needless to say, J.J. is a bit miffed by this ordeal and immediately props Snail’s shoulders off the mat and begins punching him like there’s no tomorrow, more than content to create a quicker blood flow for his resilient opponent. When he feels like he’s done enough, J.J. sets Snail down and goes towards the barbed wire ropes only to run right back off and jump up for a knee drop. However, Snail is still lucid enough to roll out of the way, causing J.J. to make contact with the canvas. Snail begins to roll towards the ropes, hoping that he can find some way to get out of the ring. But J.J.’s right on him and as soon as Snail gets close to the ropes, J.J. picks him up and throws him over. While no vital part of Snail’s body made contact with the ropes, he still got some cuts on his hands from catching the top rope.

With Snail straddling the apron, J.J. goes to work and immediately grabs Snail’s arm before throwing it right onto the barbed wire, creating an even softer target for his Cost submission maneuver. When he tries it again though, he is met with a surprise as Snail uses his free arm to punch him in the face. Before J.J. can do anything more, Snail punches him again, and again, raining down punches as the crowd swells with support. When J.J. wrests control of the arm, Snail immediately capitalizes and brings J.J.’s face right across the barbed wire before hobbling over to the turnbuckles.

Gary King: Snail looking to make a comeback here. The blood’s pouring from every orifice in his face but it looks like he’s still looking to fight.

Snail walks over to the turnbuckles, trying to get some momentum going as his blood begins to stain the apron. Snail grabs onto the turnbuckles but before he can get any further, J.J. comes in and intercepts him, banging his head right on the connector between the turnbuckles and the ring post before ascending to the top rope, grabbing Snail by the head and locking him in a front facelock, dragging him to the top rope in the process. The crowd lets out a chorus of boos and begs for Snail to get out of the hold. J.J. lifts in the hold and tries to throw Snail over his shoulder for a potentially devastating superplex. However, as soon as he tries to lift, Snail plants his feet firmly on the turnbuckles turning into dead weight in J.J.’s arms. J.J. tries to lift again only to eat a right hook to the stomach from Heavy Metal Snail. Snail begins to throw more punches until J.J. cedes control and Snail postures up. Standing fully upright, Snail knees J.J. in the gut and proceeds to bend him over into his own front facelock before jumping right off the ropes to his a twist of fate right smack dab onto the connector.

The crowd explodes with adoration as J.J. clutches the turnbuckle. In spite of the amount of blood that he lost, Snail is still going hard to core. There is not quit in him, that’s for damn sure. As soon as he gets his energy back, Snail jumps back into the ring and runs right towards J.J. before hitting him with a running knee lift, followed up with a swinging neckbreaker right onto the barbed wire! J.J. immediately falls down to the mats as Snail raises a fist in the air and purses him, sliding under the ropes to avoid getting caught on any more of the barbed wire. As J.J. writhes in pain on the floor, Graves finds another barbed wire board and swings it around a bit, taking some time to let himself catch his breath. It’s not enough time though, J.J.’s back on his feet by the time Snail swings, and J.J. has enough energy left to duck out of the way. Snail’s back now turned to J.J., The Killer Clown then grabs Snail board clutching hand and wraps his arm in a hammerlock, turning him around and dropping him with a hammerlock Powerslam.

Gregory Brooks: And J.J. keeps derailing Snail’s momentum. This just proves that he’s the superior competitor!

A-Damn Hater: This match is hardly over right now. Sure, he’s fading and getting his arm beaten badly, but he’s not out of this one.

Gary King: I don’t know, J.J. is working that arm pretty hard and Snail’s bleeding heavily right now.

A-Damn Hater: But J.J. is too.

It’s true. J.J. is bleeding. The hotshot to the barbed wire rope has caused him to start bleeding into his makeup, only a little bit though. J.J. rolls him over and starts to stomp on the arm a bit but he picks him up, grabs the arm, slams it right onto the bottom barbed wire rope spiking it right down. Snail screams out in pain and the crowd starts to go absolutely ape shit all over J.J. and start chanting “You suck!” at Mr. J.J. The Former Champion ignores them and simply throws Snail’s arm right onto the bottom rope several times before throwing Snail under the bottom rope, grabbing the board out of his hands. Back in the ring, J.J. puts the arm through the wringer some more, hitting the board onto Snail’s arm before dropping right on top of it with a running splash. The crowd boos and begins an uproarious chant for Heavy Metal Snail but J.J. doesn’t pay any mind to them instead eyeing the arm the same way at cat eyes a mouse caught in a glue pad. Wasting no time, J.J. locks in the COST on the arm that he’s been systematically assaulting the entire match.

Snail struggles incredibly in the hold as he feels his battered arm being ripped out from its socket. There’s no way to escape it. His body is begging for him to submit but he knows that there’s no way he can hold onto his title by submitting. He can’t reach the ropes though, J.J. has his arm pinned to the canvas making escape very hard to even conceive let alone attempt. J.J. continues to pull the arm out of its socket, all while screaming “TAP! TAP! TAP!” to which the audience responds with “PLEASE DON’T TAP!” over and over again. J.J. wrenches back even hard, causing Snail to cry out in immense pain, begging for it to end. But nothing will end it. He’ll have to end it himself, whether through tapping out or getting out. Snail then sees it, his salvation, the one thing that can save him in this match. It’s all a matter of crawling towards it. Unfortunately, this action only serves to intensify the pain that is occurring to him and Snail lets out an even louder scream.

Gary King: And it looks like it’s curtains for Heavy Metal Snail.

Gregory Brooks: There’s no way he can escape this hold. J.J.’s just been beating the living shit out of the poor kid.

A-Damn Hater: It’s not over until the fat lady sings Greg.

Snail crawls closer and closer to his goal, each agonizing meter bringing more and more pain to his arm until he just can’t take it anymore.

Snail gets within arm’s reach of his objective…

Just one more crawl…



The pain is overwhelming…







He can’t take it anymore….







It’s just one crawl….







He gets oh so close…






But instead he taps the ground…




…to pick up the Hardcore Title that was left in the ring.

With the title in hand and his objective achieved, Snail uses his free hand to strike J.J.’s legs. J.J. becomes aware of the pain and sits up, only to get waffled in the face repeatedly by a charged Snail. He’s on his last legs, but that doesn’t mean he can’t go down swinging. Snail strikes J.J. so hard that the minor wound begins to open up and start a sizable amount of blood that pours down J.J.’s face. This is enough for J.J. to break the hold and for Snail to get back on his feet, to the massive applause of the crowd. J.J. gets back up to his feet, only for Snail to plant the Hardcore Title on his face and drop it right onto his foot in an inverted stomp facebreaker with the belt. J.J. may have taken out one of his arms, but his legs can still go. With J.J. on the floor, Snail hobbles over and hits a jumping double stomp to his head before dropping down and punching him several times in the face before making a cover.

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J.J. kicks out at two but Snail isn’t done. As both men reach their feet, Snail launches with a variety of strikes and kicks that pushes J.J. back further as the crowd chants “Let’s Go Snail!” Snail is all but happy to oblige and using some of his newfound energy, runs away from J.J. only to run back forward and waylay the clown with a running single leg drop kick that sends J.J. flying into the ropes. Snail has him now. J.J. has gotten his first taste of barbed wire in the match. It’s now time to put him away. Snail leads the crowd along in a clap that, while it hurts his arm to do, is still worth it in order to get the crowd energized before running towards J.J. This proves to be a disastrous measure as J.J. is able to recover and blast Snail with a spear.

It is now that J.J. has gone completely off the deep end. He begins screaming right at Snail “WHY WON’T YOU DIE!” over and over before stomping on his arm and trying to lock in the COST. But he hasn’t done enough to wear down Snail, who’s down but not out after that spear. He immediately trashes around, kicking and punching J.J. with his free arm. He’s fighting with fire. There’s no way he’ll lose so easily after coming this far. With some force, Snail gets up, screaming like a barbarian before using his free arm to push J.J., who still is holding onto his arm, right into the ropes. Quickly maneuvering, Snail wraps his leg around J.J.’s pushes his free arm into J.J.’s neck, and sends him over with ropes with an STO, scraping J.J.’s back across the barbed wire! J.J. gets caught though, causing Snail to unleash his sadistic side and push up and down, driving the barbs into his flesh before finally pushing him over, causing incomprehensibly large gashes across J.J.’s back!

Gregory Brooks: Jesus Christ! Get this mad man out of the ring! Get him out!

A-Damn Hater: All is fair in love and war!

Snail then uses the non damaged arm to drag J.J. chest first over the ropes in a facelock, making sure the barbs sink into every orifice of J.J.’s skin. The crowd loves this. Finally, J.J. is getting a taste of his own medicine and Heavy Metal Snail is in the driver’s seat for once. Wasting little time, Snail hits an elevated rope DDT before grabbing a barbed wire board, raising it over his head, and waiting for J.J. to stand up. When he does, he’s in for a nasty surprise as Snail waffles him over the head, twists him around, and hits his signature Die For Metal facebreaker right onto the barbed wire, busting J.J. open completely.

With one arm as good as out after constant assault and overuse in his recent burst, most off his blood pouring out of his face and staining the ring, the apron, and the ringside mats, and battered from fatigue, Snail still stands tall. J.J.’s face is completely covered in blood and he’s starting to wallow a small pool that’s forming from the barbed wire wounds that he’s received. It’s time to end this. Through the crowd’s chants of “HMS!” and “FHT!” Snail hobbles towards the turnbuckles. In spite of the strain that’s put on him, Snail marches his way over, making sure to climb using his free hand and his legs. He turns around, looking at his opponent. This is it, his opportunity to retain his title. A person in the crowd shouts “FINISH HIM!” and Snail shouts back “I WILL!” before jumping off and hitting the Stage Dive right on Mr. J.J. He rolls off from the impact, clutching his back and his arm, desperate for some respite. It’s just a few more inches and three more seconds. Summoning his last ounce of strength, Snail crawls over to J.J. and drapes an arm over him, desperately hoping to retain his title.

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PSYCHE….3!



Harry Hebner counts three as the Trooper blares through the speakers and Snail stands back up, tears in his eyes.

Erick Knights: You’re winner and STIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIL FHT HARDCORE CHAMPION! HEAVY METAL SNAIL!

Gary King: What a war that was! What a war! But at the end of the day, it’s Heavy Metal Snail who comes out the bloodstained hero in his first Hardcore Title retention in his second Hardcore Title Reign.

A-Damn Hater: The right man won tonight Gary! Snail fought hard and left J.J. stewing in his own blood! I know Snail might be broken down but he’s the winner, he’s still the champion and that’s all that matters right now!

Gregory Brooks: I will admit, that was a hell of a match. The right man didn’t win, but he certainly fought. I’ll give him credit for that.

Snail is presented his bloody, dented, ragged title and raises it over his head proudly before limping his way out of the ring and back up the ramp. He might be happy from his retention, but he might need a doctor before he can celebrate with any fans.

[Keith Williams]

The camera goes backstage to find Kristin Ricci walking towards a door. She knocks on said door and a voice is heard saying "come in". She opens the door and walks in to see Keith Williams sitting there wrapping his wrists and fists up with tape.

Kristin Ricci:
Tonight Keith, you are facing what can be your toughest challenge in Robert Gordon. People are saying even though he said that nobody is allowed ringside to interfere with the match, he has to have something up his sleeve.

Keith stops wrapping up his fists and looks towards the ground for a moment. He then looks up at Kristin.

Keith Williams:
I am aware of that Kristin. I know that Robert will try to be a step or so ahead of me, but it doesn't concern me in the bit. You see Robert and I have had a long history together. The very first person I ever had a "feud" with in fht was Robert Gordon, but back then he was known as Satan. We had a hell of a match our first time on ppv, but if you go back and watch it, you will see that I never tapped when he put me in his submission. I think at that point, he realized that he would never get the better of me.

Sure he now likes to tell people that I ran him out of the old FHT when I was the general manager but he left a long time before that. He left after that match. Sure he stayed around and won a world title. I challenged him at summerslam that year, and the only reason he won was cause he had outside help. That was because he know that 1 on 1 he can't beat me. And sure enough that next month, i buried him and took what he valued most, the FHT World Heavyweight Championship.

And fast forward to a little over a year ago. It was a few weeks prior to the royal rumble. I was facing him on a random episode of raw. But this time it wasn't the fht title i was taking from him but fht itself.

Tonight, I finally get to put the final nail in Roberts coffin. After tonight, he won't be anymore. The power that he thinks he has, will be like a dream. When the ref hits the 3 count, Robert will wake up and realize that I am his better, and know that I will be taking away what he values most now, FHT.

Kristin Ricci:
Thanks for you time Keith

Keith Williams:
Anytime Kristin

Camera goes back to the next match.

["Sick" Nick™]

Impromptu tag Match
Wild Childs vs Jamie Coleson and Trey Spruance w/Angelica Demonica

The WC still angered by being left on the card entered the ring and demanded competition. Jamie Coleson answered the call. Trey Spruance inserted himself into the match aswell. After a competitive tag match that saw an uneasy Coleson team with Spruance and saw the WC trying to get Coleson on their side a miscue involving Angelica spitting mist into Zero's eyes followed up by a Spruance Double Arm DDT resulted in a victory for the makeshift duo of Coleson and Spruance.

Winners:Jamie Coleson and Trey Spruance

Post Match:Coleson shared a beer with Spruance but passed on a joint then headed to the back as Spruance celebrated with the crowd.

Rubber Match
Three Stages of Hell
Ash Strife -vs- Blade [W/ Hardcore Steve]

Blade and Ash Strife split the first two decisions of this match. Blade won the first stage after handcuffing Ash Strife to a rail and pinning him during the Falls Count Anywhere Match. Then Ash picked up a win during the Cage Match stage by drilling Blade off the side of the cage to the mat with Dust To Dust as Blade tried to escape the cage.

For the third and final stage, the two tired and bloody combatants square off in a Stairway To Hell Match. With a kendo stick hanging high in the air, neither man could get a decisive advantage. So Ash Strife turns his attention to Hardcore Steve. Ash knocks Steve to the floor and lifts the announcer's table up into the air. He sends the table crashing down on Steve, burying him in a pile of broken wood. As Blade pulls his buddy from the rubble, Ash climbs the ladder and retrieves the kendo stick. Ash lays out Blade with one vicious shot to the forehead. 1... 2... 3... Ash wins the third stage and the match.

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Unauthorised Match
No Holds Barred
Dark Angel -vs- Stone Cold Steve Austin

DING!

DING!

DING!

Announcer Erik Knights is standing in the ring, ready to announce our upcoming match.

Erik Knights: The following match is scheduled for one fall....and it is an UNSANCTIONED STREET FIGHT!

Crowd loses it.

Knights: In this match, the FHT is not responsible for any actions that occur in this match. The only way to win is by pinfall or submissions, viewer discretion is advised.

"Paranoid" by Jim Johnston begins to play as Austin makes his way down to ringside and he is dressed for a street fight. Combat boots, jeans, old school Austin 3:16 shirt, belt, blue jeans. The crowd is just relentless with their hate, but Austin isn't affected by it.

King: Folks, I'm going to try put my bias against Austin aside for this one night.

Brooks: Well, that is just super.

Austin is already in the ring, deciding against the traditional four corner pose and is pacing like a cage animal.

"LEGACY LEGION!"

Of course, as soon as "Hero" starts to play, the fans are on their feet for the ever-popular Dark Angel. Angel emerges from the back and charges right into the ring and the fracas is on!

Hater: Hold onto your butts, this is going to be a fight!

Both men are exchanging lefts and rights, and it seems like Angel is getting the better of the exchange. Angel is slowly beginning to land more punches as he eventually corners Austin. Angel is letting out months of frustration with each shot to the dome of Austin, but gets overzealous and Austin is able to duck a wild looping shot and drives a forearm shiver in the left kidney of Angel. Austin turns Angel around and begins to stomp a mudhole into Angel, mixing in kicks to the stomach and a few to the left kneecap of Angel. Austin flips the bird at Angel which gives Angel a window to grab him by the throat and try to toss him into the front row. Angel doesn't accomplish that, be he does toss Austin out of the ring.

Brooks: The man is a national treasure for gods sake, no way to treat Austin like that.

Angel is already outside of the ring and corners Austin against the steps. BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! Blows land on the dome of Austin with such impact, as Austin is prone against the steps. Angel goes for one last big blow, but Austin ducks under as Angels' hand hits the steel steps. Austin is able to get behind Angel and drives his shoulder right into the same kneecap of Angel that Austin previously stomped repeatedly earlier. Austin then takes advantage of the long hair or Angel and drive the face of Angel right into the steps and even drags the face of Angel on the steps. Austin manages to drag Angel into the ring and goes for the first pinfall of the match.

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Kick-out! Angel powers out essentially bench-pressing Austin off o him. Austin is back on the attack as Angel is on one knee. Austin gets close enough and Angel hits a straight jab to the gut, but Austin doesn't back off. Angel fires off a few more shots and eventually drops Austin with a sharp uppercut to the jaw. Angel is back up to his feet, and lifts Austin to his feet and whips him into the corner. Angel heads to the opposite corner and charges at Austin, but Austin gets both feet up and they plant right into the face of Angel. With Angel temporarily subdued, Austin plants himself on the second rope, and tries for a double-axe handle, but jumps right into a modified-ROLLING ELBOW! Austin is down as Angel goes for the pinfall:

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KICK-OUT.

Angel goes to grab Austin, but Austin nails the lowest of all blows: the LOW BLOW. The blow drops Angel, giving Austin ample time to plan his next move of attack. Austin begins to undo one of his boots and actually takes it off. Calm down, foot fetish fans nothing weird going on. Austin has the boot in one hand and grabs Angel by the hair. Austin hits Angel straight in the face with the combat boot and once more in the back of the head.

Brooks: It's unsanctioned baby, nothing the ref can do.

Austin has his boot back on and sends Angel to the outside with a clothesline. With the fight back out on the floor, Austin seems to be plotting his latest move. Austin takes his belt off and actually wraps it around his fist. Austin nails a few key shots to the face of Angel and then modifies it so that the prong is sticking out between his middle and ring finger. Austin sends the prong fist into the face of Angel in-form of punches at a rapid fire pace. Angel finally stops a blow by grabbing a hold of one of Austin's hands and driving an elbow into the gut of Austin. Austin actually charges at Angel and jumps for a Thesz Press, but Angel catches him. Angel drives Austin into the post and holds onto him as he heads to the announce table. Angel does a Matt Hughes style slam on the table.

[Written by Rob]

Just as it seemed that Angel had the match won, a masked man hops the guardrail and attacks Angel from behind with a steel chair. With Angel down, Austin begins to stir. Stone Cold gets up and rolls Angel into the ring. Austin stalks Angel and as Angel gets up, BAM, Stunner and a three count. Stone Cold Steve Austin wins the match.

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Grudge Match
Robert Gordon -vs- Keith Williams

The match starts off as an ordinary wrestling match as Robert Gordon and Keith Williams trade off moves. Getting frustrated, Gordon gets Keith to the outside and starts to incorporate weapons. But Keith will not go down. Cover after cover, Keith kicks out. Gordon just can not keep Keith down for a three count. As Keith gets up, Gordon goes to send Keith into the ring steps, But Keith reverses it and Gordon hits the steps hard, flipping over them. Gordon quickly gets up and hops into the crowd. Keith follows as Gordon leads Keith out of the arena. Gordon is about to hop into his car when Keith catches up. The two trade blows, when from behind, Keith is hit with a lead pipe. Keith goes down as NIN Horror stands there with a grin on his face. He leaves through the shadows as Gordon pins Keith for a three count.

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Do Or Die
Hardcore Invitational
Apollo Johnson -vs- Brad Baxter -vs- 'Fat' Tony Giordano -vs- Gavin A. Young -vs- Miss Hardcore -vs- Mr. Monday Night

Due to time constraints, this match was cancelled, saving one of these men's careers for at least one more night.

["Sick" Nick™]

With the main event about ready to start, a buzz comes over the crowd as fans start to rush up to the guardrail with weapons in their hands. "Puritania" by Dimmu Borgir starts up, to the dismay of the crowd. Max Venom emerges from the back by himself and heads to the ring.

Gary King:
Notice the absence of Meiko.

Gregory Brooks:
She is probably in the back, cheering on her man!

A-Damn Hater:
Yea, or in the crowd, waiting to pounce.

The music fades out and "Down With The Sickness" by Disturbed kicks in. The crowd goes nuts as the FHT Undisputed Champion, "Sick" Nick makes his way to the ring with the belt in one hand and a kendo stick in the other. As Nick hits the ring, Harry Hebner lectures Nick and takes the weapon away.

Gregory Brooks:
Finally. Hebner does something competent. This a FANS Bring The Weapons Match... Not a Wrestlers Bring The Weapons Match!

Hebner relays the rules to Max one last time before calling for the bell. As the bell rings, Max quickly slides to the outside and grabs a chair from the fans. Max gets back in armed and motions to Nick to do the same. Nick climbs out of the ring, but is a little hesitant to grab a weapon from the fans.

Gregory Brooks:
Nick thought he was so smart getting in Max's head a couple of weeks ago. Who is in who's head now!?!

Nick finally grabs a chair from a fan and quickly moves away from the crowd. As Nick slides into the ring, Max attacks first, before Nick can get to his feet. Hit after hit, Max smashes Nick in the back with a chair. Max drops the chair and quickly goes for the Deadly Infection. With it locked in, Nick quickly grabs the rope to break the hold, but the move is not broken as there is no rope breaks in this match. Nick quickly changes his plan and starts to pull himself out of the ring by grabbing the poll and pipe structure under the ring. As Nick gets half his body out of the ring, Max can do nothing else but release the hold, as Nick falls to the outside.

Max follows outside, but Nick sends him into the guardrail. As Max hits the rail, Nick grabs a weapon from the fans.

A-Damn Hater:
A bag of cat litter? Who brings cat litter to the arena?

Nick lifts the heavy bag and breaks it over Max's back. Cat litter and cat litter dust flies all over the area, causing Max, Nick and the fans to cough. With Nick distracted, Max hits a low blow on Nick, followed by a DDT. Max then pulls a crutch out of the crowd and goes to hit Nick, but Nick flings a handful of cat litter in Max's face. Nick pulls a DVD player out of the crowd and cracks Max over the head. Max stumbles backwards, into the guardrail. With Max leaning on the guardrail, Nick throws the dented DVD player to Max. Max catches it and Nick goes for a big boot to the face. Max moves out of the way, and Nick hits the guardrail, crotch first. Max grabs a bottle of liquid detergent from a fan and whacks Nick in the back of the head, causing him to fall into the crowd. Max then follows that up by pouring the detergent on Nick.

Max climbs over the rail, but as he puts his foot down, he slips on the liquid and hits the ground hard. With both men down, Hebner comes over to check on them.

Both men start to stir. As Max and Nick get up to their knees, Nick pushes Max backwards, causing him to fall into fans and chairs. Nick slowly gets up, trying not to slip on the slippery floor. Nick grabs a broom stick from the crowd. Nick holds it up in the air to reveal thumbtacks glued to the end of it. The crowd goes nuts as Nick whacks Max on the back, as it rips away his skin. Max starts to high tail it through the crowd. Nick follows with stick in hand.

Max reach the wall that leads up to the raised second section. He tries to climb it, but Nick catches up. Nick swings, but Max leaps off the wall and hits a kick to Nick's face. Nick drops the weapon and grabs his face. Max grabs a shoe from the crowd that is wrapped in barbwire and rakes it across Nick's back.

Gregory Brooks:
Where did these fans come from? An insane asylum?

Gary King:
No. This is the FHT faithful!

As Nick straightens up from the pain, Max bounces the barbwire wrapped shoe off Nick's forehead. But Nick furiously charge at Max and tackles him into the wall.

With Max slumping against the second landing wall and holding his stomach, Nick checks his forehead to that it is now bleeding. Nick starts to look into the crowd for a weapon and pulls out an old school kid's metal lunch box. But as Nick goes to hit Max with it, Max throws a cup of beer in Nick's face. Nick drops the lunch box as he tries to wipe the beer out of his eyes. Max grabs the lunch box and hits Nick in the back and follows that up with a clothesline to the floor.

Max takes Nick and drags him back to the guardrail and pushes him back to ringside. Just before Max follows, he grabs a lamp from a fan. Max smashes the lamp in the back of Nick's head and then goes for a pin on the outside.

Harry Hebner:
One... Two... T...

Nick kicks out to the frustration of Max. Max sends a kick to Nick's gut, flipping him over and onto his back. Max then goes into the crowd and pulls out a ukulele. As Nick starts to pull himself up on the ring stairs, Max cracks the ukulele in half, over Nick's back. Nick slumps down on the steps.

Max drags Nick's body to the ring apron and rolls him in. He goes for a cover.

Harry Hebner:
One... Two... Th...

Kick out! Max pounds his fist on the mat and goes to the outside. He looks through the crowd and pulls out a pair of nunchucks. Max gets back in the ring and waits for Nick to get up. As he waits, he semi-competently swings the nunchucks around like a ninja warrior. As Nick gets up, Max swings the nunchucks at Nick. Nick rolls out of the way. Max swings back around and Nick ducks it. Nick charges at the ropes, bounces off and tackles Max to the ground.

A-Damn Hater:
That was pure instinct out of Nick there.

Nick wobbles to the outside and goes to the fans for a weapon. CRACK! Meiko hits Nick in the head with a chair. As Nick hits the ground, Max rolls his body to the outside. He flops to the floor and throws his arm over Nick.

Harry Hebner:
One... Two... Thr...

Kick out! Nick kicks out again. Max rolls onto his back and pulls at his hair in disbelief. Max gets up and goes into the crowd again. He searches, but can't find a weapon he likes, pushing fan's weapons out of the way. Finally he sees what he wants. He grabs a security guard by the shirt and pulls him closer. Max pulls the guard's taser out of his holster and jams it in Nick's side, shocking him. Nick begins to convulse. Max drops the taser and hooks the leg as he goes for the cover on the outside.

Harry Hebner:
One... Two... Thre...

Kick out!

Gregory Brooks:
How did he just do that?

Max jumps up in Harry Hebner's face and starts to yell at him, insisting it was a three count. Grabbing at his side, Nick begins to pull himself up by the guardrail. A fan hands Nick a cane. Nick takes the cane and weakly hits Max on the back. Max winces, but then turns his attention back to Nick. Max kicks Nick in the gut, causing him to drop the cane. Max then grabs Nick's head and sends a series of knees to his face, aiming to break his nose. Max sends one last knee, forcing Nick's head violently up. Nick stumbles backwards, into the rail with blood trickling down from his nose. Nick looks right into Max's eyes and mouths, 'bring it.' Max charges at Nick, who slides out of the way, and somehow hits a drop toe hold, sending Max chin first into the guardrail. Nick motions to a fan to hop the guardrail. Security lets it happen and Nick motions to the fan to pull a table out from underneath the ring.

Gregory Brooks:
He can't do that!

Gary King:
It is a fan getting the weapon.

The fan pulls the table out as Nick slowly gets to his feet. Nick sets the table up as Max, holding his chin, starts to get up. Nick turns around and hits Max with a weak kick to the gut. Max doubles over, but as Nick goes to lock him up in a gutwrench, Max drops to a knee and hits Nick with a low blow. Nick doubles over in pain as Max grabs a chair from the crowd. Max hits Nick in the back, straightening him up. Then Max cracks him in the forehead once... Twice... Three times. And finally a fourth time. Each hit with a sickening thud that backs Nick up to the table, little by little. Max spins Nick around and lifts him, from behind, onto his shoulders.

Gregory Brooks:
LETHAL INJECTION!

As Max flips Nick up in the air, Nick grabs hold of Max's head and reverses the move into a facebuster through the table. Nick throws his arm over Max.

Harry Hebner:
One... Two... Thre...

Gary King:
NO! Now Max kicked out!

Gregory Brooks:
Oh thank God!

Both men spent, they lay there for a little while. Hebner begins the ten count.

Harry Hebner:
One... Two... Three... Four... Five... Six... Seven... Eight...

Both men get to their feet at the same time. Max grabs a pan from the crowd. He swings wildly. Nick ducks and pushes him into the announcer's table. Nick then quickly climbs the steel steps, leaps off and with Max's head hanging over the announcer's table, Nick hits a leg drop through the table!

Gary King:
Cover!

Harry Hebner:
One...

Gregory Brooks:
NO!

Harry Hebner:
Two...

Gregory Brooks:
NO!

Harry Hebner:
Three!!!

Erik Knights:
Winner and STILL CHAMPION . . . "SICK" NICK ! ! !

As Wrestletopia goes off the air, EMTs rush in to check on Nick and Max.