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Post by Deleted on Jun 19, 2018 20:33:28 GMT -5
[Before Kevin can finish a cold chill is felt in the air. Time stands still like in the moment you see the love of your life for the first time. Dijon can just hear mumbles from Kevin as the voice that he seeks is heard by him and him alone.]
Joker Jr: If you walk threw the streets of Gotham... there is nothing lurking in the shadows... nor had they ever been... you see traumatized by his parents being murdered infront of him... oh Brucey boy created it in his head because he could not live in the reality that was... and in that world was shrads of himself... his cold heart (Mr. Freeze)... the intoxicating and corrosive power of his family fortune (Penguin)... the stand-in for the push and pull between who he is and whom he wants to be (Two Face)... the insanity and chaos of his new world, brought on by the meaningless deaths of his parents (The Joker)... I can go on but I believe.. I can fly... I believe I can touch tge sky... I drea... oh yeah... hm hm you get the picture... you see Dijan Hort I'm where I've always been... dancing... dancing in the rain... HE HE HE HA HA HA...
[Back to reality¿]
Kevin: Please let me go I've told you what I know.
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Post by Trey Spruance on Oct 21, 2018 14:41:27 GMT -5
Lightning strikes Joker, fucking him up for the foreseeable future. Trey Spruance see's this happening with a can of beer in his hand
Trey: What the fuck? I figured that was it and I was the last, I don't even remember losing the damn belt
Trey covers the Joker with one foot \ New Champ Trey!!!?!
Trey: I'm gonna catch a greyhound to Mexico, eat the spiciest Chili ever and defecate on this championship belt Nobody will want it then! Maybe I'll drink some tequila and smoke a cigar while I'm there...
Trey grabs a lump of cash he stole off some old women and goes to get the bus to Mexico.
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Post by "Sick" Nick™ on Oct 28, 2018 11:43:15 GMT -5
We cut to Trey on the bus, smoking a blunt and blowing the smoke out the window.
Trey: Man I can't wait to get to Mexico. That chili! I've been backed up for days. The explosion that is going to happen... Damn!
Suddenly, the bus swerves.
Trey: Whoa.
The bus swerves again.
Trey: Ha, ha. Seems like someone's hit the tequila a little early.
The bus all of a sudden pulls a 90 degree turn, sending the bus into a tumble. Fire. Screams for help. Blood. Trey pulls himself out of the wreck. Standing above him is the bloody mess of the bus driver.
Trey: Nick!
Nick places his foot on the chest of Trey.
Bloody Mexican Woman: Uno! Dos! Tres!
Nick snatches up the belt and holds a Superman pose.
"Sick" Nick: Off to a Donkey Show!
The bloody Mexican woman whispers into Nick's ear.
"Sick" Nick: THEY DO WHAT AT A DONKEY SHOW!?! I thought it was a show at a zoo for kids.
Nick shrugs his shoulders and heads to the Donkey Show anyway.
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Post by The F'N Legend Lbm on Feb 25, 2019 12:14:21 GMT -5
BREAKING NEWS:
We interrupt this programme to bring you the shocking news that pro wrestling star "Sick" Nick has died at the age of 35 following an apparent suicide. Reports late last night stated onlookers had seen what appeared to be a person on the roof of the now disused FHT Arena (formerly a wrestling venue / strip establishment). The alarm was raised but before authorities could arrive at the scene a body was found in the parking area matching the description of "Sick" Nick inches away from what appeared to be an old FHT Tag Team Championship. At this time police are treating the death as not suspicious. It appears this is just another tragic suicide connected with the now defunct trash wrestling company following on from last years' drug related death of Sammy, The Punisher, Wrestler 2 and Lord Ad Rock.
Fans have already begun to gather outside the former FHT Arena which hosted its final show several years previously with many taking to Twibber (which Nick was a co-founder of) to express their sadness at this loss. Many are questioning why he chose to visit the roof of the FHT Arena and the significance of the FHT Television Championship beside the body has led many to spectulate why Nick would be with this belt and not the more poignant FHT Hardcore Championship of which he was forever linked. An inquest is to be launched in due course said one local law enforcement officer.
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WATCHING ALL THIS AT HOME...
LBM WIFE No. 7 Its on the television about your wrestling friend...
LBM Such a tragedy. He was so young and talented.
LBM WIFE No. 7 You really think he killed himself?
LBM Of course he did you heard the news?
LBM WIFE No. 7 Something about the whole finding him with the TV title doesn't add up... Wasn't he like the last hardcore champion or something?
LBM I don't know... I cant really remember. Was so long ago... anyway I have to go out to the garage to check something...
Lbm leaves his new wife's side and heads down the stairs of his swanky pad ( yeah he married money ). He opens a box covered by a tarp at the corner of the roof and lifts something out. He smiles as he unwraps it...
LBM AND NEW FHT HARDCORE CHAMPION... THE F'N LEGEND LBM
VOICEOVER WHAT IS LBM DOING WITH THE FHT HARDCORE CHAMPIONSHIP? DID SICK NICK COMMIT SUICIDE OR IS THERE SOMETHING EVEN MORE SINISTER AT PLAY? WHAT DOES EVERYONE ELSE THINK OF THIS NEWS? LBM HAS MARRIED WIFE NUMBER 7 AND SHES HOT AND MINTED... WHAT HIS SECRET?
THE STORY CONTINUES...
OOC There it is folks... the first thing I have written in about 400 years... I took a post from the brilliant Sick Nick way back in 2010 which I hadn't read in 8 years and thought it was brilliant - so many little references/easter eggs to original FHT that I thought to myself I could work with that.
Gave me just enough inspiration to try and write something again. Possibly a new version of the 24/7 hardcore thread with higher production values.
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Post by Andre Roussimoff on Jun 2, 2019 12:57:00 GMT -5
As Lbm stares at and strokes his new found precious, a figure sits and watches from outside in the dark through Lbm's window. As lightning flashes, a mask is lit up.
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Post by Trey Spruance on Sept 20, 2019 16:48:08 GMT -5
After shitting out the Chilli for what seems like an eternity Trey comes to his senses in a pile of steaming turd somewhere near Mexico.
Trey: Nicks dead?
LBM: How did you know?
Trey: My spider sense was tingerling.
LBM: Wait, I thought I was at home with hot wife no.7??
Trey: This is the internet. It makes no sense.
LBM: Um...
Trey: In reality, I'm the Hardcore champion.
LBM looks at his hands and the Hardcore belt disappears.
Trey hits LBM over the head with a kilo of weed, does the stinkface on him and goes for the cover.
Trey's pile of turd turns into a referee and counts for 3.
NEW FHT HARDCORE CHAMPION TREY SPRUANCE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1111
Trey: Man, I'm starved. Wheres the best place to get Chili round here?
Trey walks into the sunset.
OOC: Miss you guys and this site.
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Post by The F'N Legend Lbm on Nov 11, 2019 9:32:54 GMT -5
TREY SPRUANCE'S HOUSE
Weeks/months had passed since Trey Spruance went looking for Chilli. We will assume he found it and enjoyed it. With no challengers in sight Trey headed home. Back to his normal life. He probably had a wife and kids and maybe some regular 9-5 - who really knows with the allusive rock and roller. Its Sunday afternoon November 10th. What do they do on a Sunday afternoon in America? American football? We will go with that. Trey's just finished his dinner and is relaxing on the couch watching "the big game". Heck maybe he is watching a re-run of the AEW show from the night before.
There's a knock on the front door. Trey's shouts "DAD I WILL GET IT"... He opens the door - "DAD I THINK ITS FOR YOU" comes the voice back. Trey bemused puts down his bottle of Budweiser and gets off the sofa and heads to the door wondering who could be interrupting him on a Sunday evening. Trey gets to the door and looks likes he seen a ghost. L B FUCKING M!!!
Instinctively Trey pulls his child to his side to protect him but its too late. LBM grabs a huge glass vase from the sideboard of Trey's hall way and smashes it over the head. The child scremas and runs. Trey's wife comes running from the kitchen screaming. Lbm kicks Trey to the head now bloodied from the vase. Trey's wife grabs a knife from the kitchen and runs at LBM. He grabs her by the wrist forcing the knife from her hand. LBM shoves her to the floor. The kids runs at LBM now defending his mother's honor but LBM bats him away. There is a huge mirror on the wall. LBM picks up Trey and smashes his head through the mirror.
WHERE IS IT??? WHERES THE BELT??? LBM grabs a hat stand and breaks it over the back of Trey. He grabs an arm chair and throws it at Trey. He laughs as he sees a kids baseball bat and gloves sitting. He picks up the bat smashing a coffee table for practise and then smashing it down onto the back of Trey. WHERE IS MY FUCKING BELT? Trey's wife screams for the child to get the belt from their bedroom.
The kids runs up the stairs and appears with it running down the stairs scared for his life and his dad's life. He slips coming down the stairs and falls head first down the stairs sending the belt into the air. The child crashes to the ground knocking himself out. Trey's wife screechs and she cradles her boy. Lbm seems shocked at what has happened. He lies on top of Trey. He counts his own 3 count and picks up the belt.
I'M SORRY LADY... I didn't mean for the child to get hurt. I just really needed to win this belt today.
LBM steps over the child and Trey Spruance both laided on the ground at the door of Treys house closing it as he leaves. He stands on his stoop and raises the belt high in the air.
New FHT Hardcore Champion
The F'N Legend Lbm
Happy Anniversary FHT... 17 fucking years!!!
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Post by Deleted on Nov 27, 2019 19:54:44 GMT -5
[Chase is setting in a small room with just a table and some chairs he has his chair pulled in front of a mirror that takes up most of one of the walls]
Chase: Your setting in a room all alone you see a mirror and pull your chair up for a closer look and you know this isn't a ordinary mirror
[Chase puts his face right up to the mirror but not to touch it as though he is looking threw it]
Chase: You realize the person staring back at you is yourself but whose really staring at who and what side of this mirror are you really on and its than that you notice
[Chase begins looking at his clothes confused]
Chase: Wh wh what did he do...
[Suddenly the only exit in the room opens and in walks a detective holding the FHT Hardcore Championship]
Detective: So lets talk about how this and the people who are dead because of it
[The detective throws the Hardcore Championship down onto the table as Mistah J.J begins to laugh historical before he turns around to look at the detective but the look in his eyes are different than before and the sound of chains rattling from around his whist can now be heard as he moves around]
Mistah J.J: We were all insane locked in our own little world known as FHT but now we are out of our cages... so what.... oh what... did I do... and where do we go from here... oh the mystery HEHEHE HAHAHA
New Hardcore Champion: Mistah J.J
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Post by Deleted on Dec 2, 2019 12:33:36 GMT -5
Detective: What does that have to do with this
Mistah J.J: Ok but stop me if you've heard this one before a clown is walking down the street
---------------------------------------------- Mistah J.J is walking down the street when sodden Little Big Man emerged from one of the doors with the Hardcore Championship in hand as he raises it into the air]
LBM: SEVENTEEN F'N YEARS!!!
Mistah J.J: Hello old friend
LBM: Chase is that yo...
[Shots of gunfire begin to echo the streets of Trey Spruance's neighborhood as Little Big Man falls down to the ground Mistah J.J is laughing hysterically as he walks over to Little Big Man holding a AK-47]
Mistah J.J: My dear Dijon Hart I could save you in another paragraph... but I don't know where one begins and one ends HEHEHE HAHAHA
[Mistah J.J looks inside the house to see Trey Spruance's family was caught in the crossfire before he places his foot onto the falling Little Big Man as he claps three times 1 2.....3 did you really expect him to kick out he's dead]
---------------------------------------------- Detective: So you confess
Mistah J.J: ARE YOU MAD I didn't kill Little Big Man he's a starring role HEHEHE HAHAHA
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Post by Deleted on May 17, 2020 11:56:05 GMT -5
"Let me tell you a story" [Mistah J.J is setting in a prison cafeteria when a gang walks up to his table and the biggest one steps forward]Zedd: Look at this make up wearing bitch [Mistah J.J continues to look down eating his food as a little Kevin Hart looking motherfucker steps forward]Shank: Awww HELL NAW! When Zed talks you respond Mistah J.J: HEHEHE HAHAHA [Zedd leans foward on the table toward Mistah J.J who continuously laughs]Zedd: Listen freak oit there you might of been someone but in here Champ... thats right I know who you are and in here your my BITCH! Shank: Yeah b i ... tch [Mistah J.J stands up still laughing]Zedd: What are you going do? [Mistah J.J punches Zedd in the face but just as he does everyone else attacks him the guards slowly make their way over to break up the fight Mistah J.J lays on the ground motionless with his face cover in blood]Zedd: Whose the champ now bitch "In Mistah J.J's defense no one gave him a script but it did give the Warden a few weeks to figure it out" [Mistah J.J walks into the Warden's office with his face bandaged up]Warden: Chase... Do you mind if I call you Chase? I don't really see the whole clown thing anyways Doc says your ready to join general population again [Chase just looks at the Warden not with the same glimmer he once had of a psychotic clown but just a dead stare of motionless]
Warden: Now I understand your going want revenge on Zedd and considering who you are and that your the first man to take a swing at him I set up a match between you two [The Warden pulls out the FHT Hardcore Champion from behind his desk and places it in front of Chase]
Warden: I'm guessing you'll be needing this... and by the way anything goes [Chase grabs the FHT Hardcore Championship and walks out the door with a guard without saying a word]
Warden: This is going to make me rich... "And so it begins..." [The Warden has had a ring placed down in the basement of the prison so that he can televise the event Chase and Zedd stand at opposite ends the the ring as the bell rings the ref is taking the FHT Hardcore Championship from Chase as Zedd runs across the ring as nails him with a clothesline Zedd picks Chase up off the mat and irish whips him into the corner he runs toward him but Chase nails him with a high knee and Zedds tooth flies threw the air]
Zedd: You son of a bitch [Zedd charges toward Chase who hits him with a drop toe hold into the bottom turnbuckle Chase grabs Zedd by each side of his head and pulls him up to his feet]
Chase: SHHHH [Chase begins to hit Zedd with mutiple headbunts until Zedds body becomes lifeless and his face covered in flood Chase lets go as Zedds body falls to the mat the referee checks on him and calls for the bell]
WINNER BY REFEREE STOPPAGE AND STILL HARDCORE CHAMPION: CHASE Chase walks over and pushes the referee away as he begins to stomp in the face of Zedd before placing his foot on Zedd's chest and raising his arm as he stares into the camera with a dead stare and blood stained bandages]"Don't go away there's more to come" [Chase is standing in the prison yard surrounded by Zedd's old gang as a guard walks up to them]Guard: The Warden has you next opponent a new guy but he thinks you might know him Shank: Motherfucker that's not how you approach the Champ [Chase steps out from amongst the group with the FHT Hardcore Championship around his waist and looks at Shank]
Chase: SHHHH [Chase walks off with the guard to meet his next opponent]
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Post by "Sick" Nick™ on May 17, 2020 13:57:33 GMT -5
Before Chase enters the room to fight his next opponent, his opponent, standing in darkness, is talking with another inmate.
Inmate in Darkness: So he just shot him?
Other Inmate: Yep.
Inmate in Darkness: With an AK-47?
Other Inmate: Yep.
Inmate in Darkness: Then he laughed historically?
Other Inmate: Yep.
Inmate in Darkness: Historically?
Other Inmate: Yep.
Inmate in Darkness: I wonder how that sounded?
Other Inmate: I don't know. But that is what they say.
Inmate in Darkness: Maybe it sounded presidential.
Then Chase walks into the room.
Chase: Hehe, haha, hoho. Hehe, haha, hoho.
Inmate in Darkness: Is that the historical laugh?
Other Inmate: Don't know.
The warden hushes the crowd. He then flings his fingers outward, pointing at each opponent. He flings his fingers inward, signalling the fight is on.
Chase starts to dance around like a maniac. But then his opponent walks out from the shadows.
Chase stops in his tracks, frightened.
Chase: NO! YOU!
The camera pans around the opponent to reveal a man in a Ross Perot mask.
Chase: THE EARS! THE EARS!
Suddenly, Chase collapses to the ground. The inmate in the Ross Perot mask covers Chase.
Other Inmate: One! Two! Three!
The Ross Perot mask wearing inmate is the new Hardcore Champion!
Chase begins to come to.
Chase (In a groggy voice): How? . . . How did you know my . . . weakness? . . . My fear of men with . . . big ears!
The inmate pulls off his mask.
Chase: ZOINKS!!!!! A G...G...G...GHOST!
Other Inmate: But How? You committed suicide.
"Sick" Nick: Fake News. If you zoomed in closer, you would see it was just a watermelon. See, I was taking this massive dump... You know, because I have IBS... Irritable Bowel Syndrome. So I'm pushing and pushing...
Other Inmate: Alright...
"Sick" Nick: . . . Anyway. Dijon snatched the Hardcore title, dropped the melon off the roof of the FHT Arena and placed the FHT TV title next to it so he could run off with the title without pinning anyone.
Other Inmate: And he would have gotten away with it too, if it weren't for those meddling kids!
We flash back to Dijon, down on the floor, getting kicked in the nads by three 14 year old meddling boys.
Flash back to the prison.
"Sick" Nick: Well, enough of this prison. OFF TO MY HOME TO RESPONSIBLY QUARANTINE AND SOCIAL DISTANCE!
Nick flings his hands out in front of himself and runs off as if he is flying.
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Post by The F'N Legend Lbm on Nov 10, 2021 18:34:10 GMT -5
Nicks home some months/years later.
The doorbell rings. He goes to answer it. There standing there is a guy in a referees shirt.
Shocked nick asks why he is there. The ref replies he got a text from an unknown number telling him to be at that address and he would get 50 bucks.
Suddenly a 20 year old battered limousine comes from driving down the road at some speed knocking over nicks mail box
An old friend exits the back looking slightly fatter and balder since the last time he was seen. It's LBM.
Nick and Lbm stare at each other. LBM has in his hand a steel chair. Cause why not. He walks over to Nick and clocks him with the steel chair. He pins him.
One Two Three
New FHT Hardcore Champion Lbm
Lbm runs into the house looking for the belt. It's in a display box over nicks fire place.
Lbm goes into the kitchen and opens the fridge and takes a few of nicks beers. He kicks nick in the head as he leaves. But also leaves a beer for him.
I am sorry old friend but I was always gonna come back for her. Lbm and the fht hardcore championship get in the limousine and head for NYC to the old fht arena.
Happy Birthday FHT... 19 years
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Post by "Sick" Nick™ on Mar 13, 2022 8:42:33 GMT -5
While Lbm is driving down the highway, he cracks open the beer and takes a large swig . . .
Lbm: "pppwwwttt!"
Lbm spits out the beer as he swerves all over the road.
Lbm: Non-Alcoholic! Who drinks non-alcoholic BEER!?!
Lbm chucks the non-alcoholic beer out the window and rages on to the FHT Arena.
All of a sudden the sound of a helicopter can be herd in the distance. It grows louder and louder. Lbm looks in the rearview mirror.
Lbm: Is that thing headed this way?
He looks again as it gets closer.
Lbm: OH HELL NO!
Lbm floors it as the beat up limo struggles to get to 65mph. Then there is a loud thump. Lbm slams his fist on the steering wheel.
Lbm: Lets go you stupid piece of junk!
Lbm pushes his foot down harder, as the engine revs and the car pushes closer to 70. All of a sudden a katana blade slices through the roof and pierces the car seat right between Lbm's legs.
Lbm: AAAaaaaAAAaAAaAaAAHHhhHhhHHhhhhH!!!
Lbm swerves, sending the limo tumbling.
CRASH!
Lbm climbs out of the flipped limo as a fire starts to burn. He looks up as a figure walks closer. It is Nick, battered and bruised, and he is wearing a ref's shirt. Nick covers Lbm and counts.
"Sick" Nick: One... Two... Three...
Nick gets up and looks at Lbm.
"Sick" Nick: . . . And new Hardcore Champion... Mother Fluber!
Nick limps off into the sunset.
SMACK!
But it wasn't the sunset... It was a billboard of a sunset.
"Sick" Nick: Damn it. That hurt. Left my glasses at home.
Nick continues down the highway limping.
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Post by "Sick" Nick™ on Jan 4, 2023 16:03:59 GMT -5
298 days later, Nick is still limping down the highway. He is starting to get thirsty.
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Post by Trey Spruance on Sept 1, 2023 22:48:09 GMT -5
Trey: goddammit I'm drunk on wine at nearly 5am in the morning.
Treys wife: do something useful or go to sleep.
Trey: ugh OK.
*trey uses some fucked up voodoo shit to become hard-core champion again.*
Trey: I don't even have have a wife... wtf is going on.
*Trey licks the hard-core belt with his yellow tongue *
Trey: I'm the greatest ever loser. Fuck yall
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