FHT 11 - November 10th, 2013

["Sick" Nick™]

Sunday, November 10^TH, 2013

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

TRIPLE MAIN EVENT



Singles Match

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Grudge Match

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SaTaN's Hell Match

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Single Match

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Single Match

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FHT Rules Match

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

["Sick" Nick™]

The fireworks explode as "The Pursuit of Vikings" by Amon Amarth starts to play. The fans go nuts as FHT 11 is about to start.

Gary King:
Welcome everyone to FHT 11!

Gregory Brooks:
That's right Gary. We have an action packed PPV headlined by the FHT Undisputed champ, "Sick" Nick, taking on the Reverend Daddy Joe.

A-Damn Hater:
Absolutely. But it doesn't end there with our triple main event. We have the F'n Legend, Lbm, finally taking on Stone Cold Steve Austin in what will surely be a knock down, drag 'em out affair!

Gary King:
And our final of the three main events is Robert Gordon versus Keith Williams in, believe it or not, the return of SaTaN's Hell.

A-Damn Hater:
Can't wait to see it... Wouldn't want to be in it!. But that is not all. We have NIN Horror versus Red Ninja and Ace Andrews taking on the returning Soul Reaper.

Gregory Brooks:
And of course we can not forget the Hardcore Champion, Heavy Metal Snail, facing Trey Spruance in an FHT Rules Match.

Gary King:
It all sounds amazing. Well, I am getting word that Keith Williams is back stage and is making sure everything is set up for our first match. Kristin Ricci is standing by with him right now.

The opening scene moves over to the backstage area.

["Sick" Nick™]

Keith is leaning over a guys shoulder looking at a monitor. He is sporting a suit and wearing a headset.

Keith Williams:
Ok Camera 5, audio test.

Camera 5:
Testing...Testing...1.2.3

Keith Williams:
Loud and Clear. Ok Camera 3 when we go live, I want you to slowly pan across the crowd. Make it a point to highlight the fans and any interesting signs they may have brought with them.

Just then Kristin Ricci comes into the scene and taps Keith on the shoulder. Keith turns around.

Kristin Ricci:
Sorry for the interruption. I know that you are busy preparing for the show, but I was wondering if you could spare a moment.

Keith Williams:
For you, sure! Ask away

Kristin Ricci:
Tonight is the last show FHT will ever hold. What are your feelings going into it?

Keith Williams:
Excitement and sorrow. I'm excited to give the fans a show that years from now they will still be talking about. Sad that this will be the last time that all of the guys here will be getting together under the FHT banner. Still hard to believe that it's been over 11 years since I first set foot thru that door. I was so green back then. If you were to have told me then that I would have had the success that I have had, I wouldn't had believed you. The only thing I wanted to do when I stepped thru that door was to give the fans their moneys worth. Winning championships were the farthest thing from my mind. Can't believe that when the lights go out tonight after "Sick"Nick and RDJ finish their match, that it will be the last time they ever go out.

Kristin Ricci:
wipes away tear Yeah it will be a emotional moment. But before that, you have to step into the ring with Robert Gordon in a Satans Hell match. A match that you yourself decided on. Any regrets?

Keith Williams:
None whatsoever. This is a fitting end for Robert and I. Like I have said before, he was the first guy I stepped into the ring with all those years ago. How many people can claim that their first and last match 11 yrs apart will be against the same guy? Its been a hell of a road that we have traveled all these years. He's won some, I have won some. I can honestly say there hasn't been anyone tougher then Robert. Sometimes it took weeks to feel normal after a match with him.

But Robert tonight is different then any other time we have stepped into the ring. And I'm not talking about because its Satans Hell. Every time we have faced off, there was always a thought going thru my head. I always had tomorrow. Win, lose or tie, I was always going to be going out there the next night to wrestle. Tonight that thought is gone. There is no tomorrow. After tonight, when I leave this arena, its for good. The same for you. I got a lifetime to recover from tonight. Tonight I am going all out cause I can. I know that you will be as well. There is a old saying "come back with your shield or on it". Tonight I plan on leaving with my shield.

With that Keith turns back around and goes back to preparing for the show.

["Sick" Nick™]

We head back to the ring when "The Trooper" by Iron Maiden starts to play and the FHT Hardcore Champion makes his way to the ring. Snail gets in and the music fades out. All of a sudden an FHT official has made his way from the back and is now conferring with referee Harry Hebner and the ring announcer as Snail looks on. The official turns to Snail and can be heard saying, “Trey can’t compete tonight – he’s too injured”. Snail looks pissed off and can be heard saying “bullshit” before getting out of the ring and heading to the back.

The referee and official try to hold Snail back, but Snail seems in an absolute rage. The camera follows, as Snail walks through the backstage area were we see other FHT superstars gathered around in normal clothes and watching this match on monitors.

Gary King:
Where is Snail going? Is he going to confront Trey?

A-Damn Hater:
Gary I wouldn’t rule out this match just yet… Look at the pissed off Snail is! Hell I’m pissed off at this utter classless effort from a man who should have honored this match! Snail didn’t have to give Trey a shot! This is an insult to Snail, the FHT Hardcore Championship and indeed all these fans!

Snail marches down past the other wrestlers and VIPs. Snail screams at some of the assembled crowd “Where the hell is he?” who direct Snail to Trey Spruance’s locker room. Snail comes to the door, which has Trey Spruance on the door and bursts into the room, which is in complete darkness.

At this point the camera is picking up nothing but sound as we hear Snail shouting for a light switch. Suddenly we hear a loud smash. The lights come up and Snail is lying face down on the crowd with what appears to have been a mirror smashed over the back of his head.

The referee and officials looked shocked as we see Trey Spruance standing over the downed Snail laughing.

A-Damn Hater:
Son of a bitch! He got me… That son of a bitch!

Trey grabs Snail up by the back of the head and throws a jug of water over his face to revive him a little and then throws him head first into the wall of his dressing room. Trey then fires Snail head first into a huge set of metal lockers on the other wall. He opens up one of the doors and puts Snail’s head in it and begins to bang the door shut on Snail’s head.

Snail is in pain as Trey then fires Snail across the room into the dressing table. Trey is relentless. Trey then begins to strangle Snail choking the life out of him.

Snail is gagging for a breath on top of the dressing table as Snail tries to find something to hit Trey with. Snail lifts a can of deodorant and sprays it right into Trey’s eyes blinding him and causing him to fall to the floor screaming and holding his face.

Gary King:
He’s blinded Trey! This match is out of control already!

Snail recovers slightly now as the referee is checking to Trey and holding a towel to his eyes as Snail pushes the referee out of the way getting a pop out in the arena. Snail grabs Trey up by the air and now fires him across into the metal lockers back first and Trey falls to the cold floor. Snail helps Trey up who is now sitting on his ass on the floor straight up as the referee again using a towel tries to help Trey who is holding his eyes. Behind them Snail then grabs one of the lockers and begins to try and pull it from off the wall. Snail pulls the huge locker and it comes crashing down right on Trey’s head who is sitting up.

Trey screams out “ahhh” as Snail begins to pull the rest of the lockers down covering Trey who is now scrawled out on the floor. The referee jumps to avoid one of the lockers falling on him as the crowd can be heard chanting “Holy Shit” in the arena.

Gary King:
Holy cow… Snail just pulled that locker right down on the head of Trey Spruance. The weight of that locker could not only have concussed Trey but damaged his neck!

Gregory Brooks:
This is the very nature of the beast Gary. This is a match for the Hardcore Championship.

The referee and other onlookers are now lifting the heavy metal lockers off Trey Spruance who is now in bad shape on the floor. As soon as he is cleared Snail pounces on him and begins hammering on Trey who still cannot see and out of instinct alone manages to land a couple of punches of Snail.

Trey gets up still unable to see and screams out to Snail who ducks out of the way of a couple attempts at landing a punch by Trey. Snail leaves Trey’s locker room and heads out into the corridor and lifts a metal trashcan as Trey spills out of the locker room. Snail lifts the metal trashcan above his head and is about to hit Trey with it when Trey levels Snail with a spear.

Snail is down as Trey picks up the trash can now and smashes it over the head of Snail repeatedly and then spills all the rubbish out on top of Snail. Trey continues to rub his eyes which look heavily blood shot. He is handed a bottle of water and pours it into his eyes and it seems to help him.

With his eyes now cleared Trey picks up Snail and throws him along the corridor were we can see many of the FHT roster standing around watching the action. Trey throws Snail face first into the wall and then sees a vending machine and smiles. Trey holds Snail’s face up close to the glass vending machine with coke cans and mars bars in it.

Trey leans Snail against the vending machine and then takes a step back and comes running up and lifts up for a huge big boot to Snail’s face sending him into the vending machine. A huge “Holy Shit” chant breaks out in the arena as the back of Snail’s head just went through the vending machine.

Gary King:
My gawd… Trey just booted Snail square in the face sending him through that glass vending machine. And the blood is now pouring from the back of Snail’s head.

Gregory Brooks:
That had to hurt like hell… Come Snail! You got more left in you!

For the first time in the match, Trey Spruance makes a cover on Snail who is now lying in a small pool of blood coming from the back of his head. The referee counts… One, Two, Kick-out! The gathered people cheer at Snail kicking out as Trey stands up and takes a can of coke out of the machine and Sandman style downs it and then smashes it over his head.

Trey grabs Snail up and leads him into the gorilla position (the darkened area where the curtain is and several officials). We see FHT road agents Mr Nobody & Cowboy sitting in the dark area behind a table with headsets on watching the monitors. They clear out of the road as Trey throws Snail onto their table spilling the monitors to the floor and knocking over the schedules for the show.

Gary King:
I guess we’re on our own for a while then!

A-Damn Hater:
This is what Snail & Trey do… They’re two brutal physical competitors who go out there and put it all on the line for these fans!

Gary King:
This is incredible! FHT 4 EVER!

Trey lays Snail out on top of the table and grabs a ladder, which is up against the wall in the dark area. Trey climbs up the ladder much to the dismay of those in the gorilla position who urge him not to. Trey stands on top of the ladder and dives head first down onto Snail who moves…

Snail moved… Snail moved… Trey from the top of the ladder goes crashing through the table in the gorilla position as Snail got out of the way. The crowd are cheering “Snail, Snail, Snail” which is also turning into “Trey, Trey, Trey” but then back to “Snail, Snail, Snail”.

Gregory Brooks:
Trey just went through that table hard!

Snail covers Trey who is lying sandwiched in the table. The referee counts, hitting the table with his hand. One, Two, Kick-Out! Trey kicks out, as Snail cannot believe it. Snail rips a head set from its socket and using the cable chokes the life out of Trey. Trey manages to push Snail away but he’s straight back and choking him again.

Snail begins to pull at the cable wrapped around Trey’s neck dragging Trey from the wreckage of the table through the curtain into the arena for the first time in this contest. The crowd erupt seeing the action live for the first time and applaud both men as Snail is dragging Trey by the throat with that cable down the aisle. Having enough, Snail calls for it.

A-Damn Hater:
Snail is calling for the Stage Dive!

Snail climbs the FHTron, points to Trey and leaps off, hitting the Stage Dive! Cover. The referee counts… One, Two, Three! Ding-ding!

Gary King:
What an amazing opening match with Heavy Metal Snail retaining the Hardcore Championship!

EMT rush to both men's aid, as neither man is moving.

["Sick" Nick™]

We head backstage where former FHT commentator, Kevin Kelly, is walking down a hallway. He walks past Red Ninja's locker room and stops as he just pasted it. He heads back and knocks.

Red Ninja: Come in.

Kevin opens the door and walks in.

Kevin Kelly: Hey, I just happen to be walking by. I just wanted to say good luck.

Red Ninja: Thanks.

Kevin Kelly: I remember when you first started. I've been a fan favorite ever since.

Red Ninja: Again, thanks.

Kevin Kelly: A man of few words. I love it. I'll be ring side to see two great competitors battle it out like never before.

Ninja looks up at Kevin Kelly and gives him a little smirk.

Red Ninja: We are going to tear the house down! The two best technical wrestlers in FHT today... And I wouldn't have it any other way.

Ninja gets up and give Kevin Kelly a hug before he leaves and the next match begins.

["Sick" Nick™]

We switch back to the ring with Soul Reaper’s music playing. He is in the ring waiting for Ace to come to the ring, when all of a sudden, Ace comes into the ring from behind Reaper. Ace levels Reaper with the never used FHT Legacy Championship.

Gary King:
What? That’s not fair!

Gregory Brooks:
Hey, this is the FHT… All is fair.

Julio Garcia official grabs the title from Ace and Ace goes to work on Soul Reaper’s back. Ace is stomping away like there is no tomorrow. He then pulls Reaper up by the hair and sends a few elbows to Reaper’s back before hitting a reverse DDT. While Reaper lies there holding his back, Ace poses for the FHT fans on the turnbuckle.

Gary King:
Oh look at him, thinking he’s so great.

Gregory Brooks:
He is great. He is the FHT Legacy Champion.

Gary King:
There is no such thing! No one has ever been crowned!

Ace climbs back down and picks Reaper up again. Ace locks him up in an Abdominal Stretch, put Reaper in clear pain. As the fans begin to cheer for Reaper, Ace grabs the rope to lock the hold in more.

Gary King:
He’s using the rope ref! Break the damn hold!

Gregory Brooks:
Using the rope? For what? All I see him doing is resting on the rope.

Julio Garcia turns around, but Ace takes his hand off the rope before the ref can catch him. As the ref turns back to Reaper, Ace grabs the rope again. The fans continue to cheer for Reaper. Reaper starts to feel the crowd and begins to move out of the hold. Ace can’t believe it. He grabs the rope harder and pulls more, but Reaper continues to unlock the hold. Realizing he can’t hold him for much longer, Ace jabs his elbow into Reaper’s ribs, cause Reaper to fall to the ground and the fans to boo. Ace goes back to work on Reapers back by dropping a series of hard Elbow Drops to the center of Reaper’s back.

A-Damn Hater:
Man, Ace is going to make this one quick.

Ace places his knee in the center of Soul Reaper’s back, wraps his hands around Reaper’s chin and Pulls his head back as Hard as possible.

Gary King:
You know, I’ll have to admit it. I’m surprised how much Ace has dominated this match so far.

Gregory Brooks:
Welcome aboard the Ace train.

Reaper raises his hand and is ready to tap, but the fans are cheering for him to pull through. Reaper clinches his fist and reaches for the rope, but he is mere inches away. Reaper feels the adrenaline, and slowly moves closer to the ropes. Ace gets frustrated and repeatedly hits Reaper across the bridge of his nose with forearm.

Gary King:
Oh come on ref, stop him. He’s going to break his nose!

A-Damn Hater:
Why do you talk to the ref like he can hear you?

Ace slams Soul Reaper’s face down hard onto the mat. He goes to the turnbuckle to poses to the displeasure of the fans again. As Ace gets off the ropes, Reaper trips him up with a Drop Toe Hold. Ace goes face first into the mat. Reaper starts to crawl towards ropes as Ace gets up pissed off. Ace attempts to hit Reaper, but Reaper trips up Ace again with a Drop Toe Hold. Ace goes throat first, right on top of the ropes. Reaper begins to pull himself up, while Ace holds his throat.

Gary King:
Looks like the momentum has turned.

Ace and Soul Reaper get up at the same time Ace throws a punch, but Reaper blocks it. Ace throws another punch. And Reaper blocks it again. Ace winds up for a third time and throws another punch, but Reaper ducks it and sends a stiff kick to Ace’s stomach. Reaper grabs Ace’s head and plants him into the mat with a DDT. Both men are laid out.

Gary King:
Who’s going to get up first? It’s anyone’s match now!

Reaper throws his arm over Ace’s body.

Julio Garcia:
One… Two…

Ace kicks out. Reaper gets up and waits for Ace to get up. As Ace rises to his feet, Reaper sends another stiff kick to his abdomen and hits another DDT. Reaper goes for the cover again.

Julio Garcia:
One… Two…

Ace kicks out again. Reaper grabs Ace by the back of the neck and gets him to his feet. He then whips Ace into the corner and follows him with a hard clothesline. Ace slumps in the corner as Reaper takes a few steps back. He charges at Ace and hits a high knee to the face, ala Triple H. Ace slumps all the way down to the mat. With Ace sitting in the corner half conscious, Reaper Takes a few steps back again and charges at Ace again. Reaper jams his knee into the side of Ace’s face, giving him a whiplash effect.

Gregory Brooks:
What was that? He’s going to hurt him!

Gary King:
I thought you said this is a FHT Legacy Championship match and all is fair?

Soul Reaper drags Ace’s body out of the corner and strategically places him in the middle of the ring. Reaper climbs the turnbuckle and drops a leg across Ace’s face. He hooks Ace’s leg and the ref counts.

Julio Garcia:
One… Two… Thr…

Ace kicks out again. Frustrated, Reaper pops up and stalks Ace. He taunts Ace to get up. Ace slowly gets to his feet. As Ace turns around, Reaper hits the Reaper's Requiem. Reaper goes for the cover.

Julio Garcia:
One… Two… Three…

Gary King:
I guess this makes Reaper the uncrowned FHT Legacy Champion now.

Gregory Brooks:
Shut up.

A-Damn Hater:
Enough of you two. I hear Harold Gunther III is backstage with a guest.

Reaper poses for the fans as we go back stage.

["Sick" Nick™]

Backstage RDJ, who is already dressed for the ring in his red trunks with his fists taped (no knee pads or elbow pads). RDJ is pacing around like a caged tiger. Gunther apprehensively approaches RDJ.

Harry Gunther III: RDJ, tonight you face "Sick" Nick for what could be the last ever FHT title defense. Can you tell us how you feel going into this match?

Joe stops pacing and stares at Gunther with a predatory intensity. The quiet is only for a few seconds, but the tension makes it feel like an eternity. RDJ gets right in Gunther's face, making Harry visibly uncomfortable. When Joe finally speaks, his tone is quiet and deliberate, but the rage can't be disguised.

RDJ: Let me tell you something about me, Harry, I do not like clowns. Are you a clown, Harry?

Gunther looks confused, and he stammers a bit before Joe interrupts him.

RDJ: I asked you a question, Gunther. Are you a clown?

Gunther hesitates and this time Joe slaps Gunther hard across the face.

RDJ: Do you speak english, Gunther? I asked you if you're a clown?!

Harold Gunther III: N-no. I'm not a clown, sir.

RDJ: You're damn right you're not! You're an announcer, that's what you do. That's your job. You see, millions of people out there have jobs, things we have to do to get by, and we don't get the luxury of telling jokes, of being a clown. Not Nick though, Nick doesn't see it that way. Nick's job is to be a champion, a representation of the history and honor of this company, to be the best in this business. Nick doesn't take the business seriously, Nick doesn't really want to be a champion. Nick wants to be a clown, a comedian, Nick wants to make people laugh. The problem happens to be that Nick is a champion, he is the FHT champion, a championship that men like me would wake up every day in agony to inflict pain on to other men, good men, men with families, to make this company proud, to bring prestige to that title and to be the best!

One year ago I took my best friend in this business, a man I have sweat and bled with, and I threw him off the roof of this building. I attempted not only to end his career, I tried to end his very life! Why? Because I had to. Over the course of eleven long years I had to become the most miserable, vicious, evil son of a bitch this company has ever seen. I was a good man once, but I had to sacrifice that good man on the alter of the FHT championship, not only to prove that I was capable, but to prove to the world that was what a man had to be to become a champion in FHT

"Sick" Nick has performed his share of evil actions too, but he never understood the gravity of what he was doing. To him it was a vehicle to show the world how much of a charming entertainer he is. He calls himself sick, but he doesn't know what real sickness is, he doesn't know the level of depravity it takes to cut the humanity from your soul like a cancer to create a legacy not only in this business, but for this business. I know this sickness, and I have it deep within my very soul, and tonight i will show Nick what "sick" really is and what an FHT founder is capable of.

That is not a championship for clowns or comedians, that is a championship for men who will do any terrible horrible action, who will end careers, destroy families, change men's lives forever. I am that man, I am a champion, I am a true representative of this company. Nick, the time for jokes, the time for skits and dragging around losers for comedic relief is over. Tonight you meet the man who helped mold this company into the institution of brutality it became, and tonight, in front of the world, for one last time, I will show you exactly what it takes to be FHT champion!

["Sick" Nick™]

The next match is about to start. The "Makai Club Theme" starts to play and Red Ninja comes out. He heads to the ring and is followed by “King Night” by SALEM. NIN Horror steps out onto the stage with a 6'10" Monster.

Gary King:
Now who is this?

NIN heads to the ring with this unnamed monster who is jacked up beyond belief. As they get into the ring, the monster starts to stalk Ninja. Harry Hebner immediately tosses this guy out, much to the dismay of NIN. NIN quickly gets into Hebner's face and starts to yell. With NIN is still jaw jacking with Hebner, Red Ninja feed up with the delay, charges NIN and hits NIN upside the head with a stiff forearm shot.

Gary King:
Looks like Ninja has had enough with this petty arguing.

Ninja continues to pound away at NIN with forearm shots, backing NIN up in the corner. Hebner rushes in to break the two up. As Hebner is pushing Ninja back, NIN thumbs Ninja in the eye and goes on the unfair attack.

Gary King:
What a cheap shot!

A-Damn Hater:
Hey, Ninja was the one that jumped NIN in the first place.

NIN Horror quickly runs to Red Ninja’s back and hits a German Suplex. Ninja folds up like an accordion. NIN quickly applies pressure to Ninja’s neck with a Sleeper Hold.

Gregory Brooks:
Good move here. Ground the little Mexican Jumping Bean with a Sleeper, while focusing on his neck.

Gary King:
What are you talking about? Ninja’s not Mexican.

Gregory Brooks:
Ahh . . . Oh forget it.

NIN has got Ninja down to a vertical base and has the Sleeper clamped in tight. Ninja’s face is turning from a deep red to a purple as the blood flow starts to slow down.

Gary King:
Come on Hebner, check the hold, it’s clearly a chokehold! People’s faces don’t just turn that color.

NIN Horror moves his arm up so he doesn’t get caught as Hebner moves in to check on Red Ninja. Hebner raises Ninja’s arm up once and releases it. It falls to the mat. The fans start to get behind Ninja by stamping their feet and slamming their seats up and down. Meanwhile in the ring, Ninja’s face is turning back to a deep red as the blood starts to flow again due to NIN loosened the hold as Hebner is still checking on Ninja. Hebner lifts Ninja’s hand for a second time and releases it. Ninja’s hand falls, but stops just before hitting the mat. The fans go crazy as Ninja starts to push his way up. Not able to hold him down, NIN is forced up by Ninja. Ninja makes it to one knee and sends a few elbows into NIN’s abdomen. Ninja continues to throw the elbows till NIN lifts him up and hits a picture perfect Tazplex. NIN waste no time and floats over to Ninja, wrapping him up in another Sleeper. But this time he wraps his legs around Ninja, making sure he doesn’t get out.

Gary King:
Wow, that move just silenced these fans.

A-Damn Hater:
You better believe it! And soon they’ll have something to cry about as Ninja’s fading again.

Gary King:
Yea, with another illegal choke!

Ninja begins to slowly slip away as NIN Horror wraps his arms around Ninja’s neck tighter. NIN starts to whip Ninja’s head back and forth, hoping to speed the process up. But in doing so, he doesn’t realize Hebner checking the hold. Hebner sees the choke and tries to break it up. NIN won’t let go, so Hebner makes the mandatory 5 count.

Harry Hebner:
One… Two… Three… Four… Fi…

NIN Horror finally breaks the hold and quickly pops up into Harry’s face. Meanwhile, Red Ninja is gasping for air as his face quickly turns from a deep shade of purple to a normal color as the blood rushes to his face.

Gregory Brooks:
What was all that about? I saw nothing wrong there! It was a simple Sleeper!

Gary King:
Yea, well maybe you should get your eyes checked.

Ninja finally makes it to his knees. And while NIN continues to yell at Hebner, Ninja hits a low blow that would have made Plácido Domingo sing like a girl. A huge “OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!” comes from the crowd as NIN grabs his crotch and tips over like a tree being chopped down.

A-Damn Hater:
Now you want to talk about illegal, how about that move?

Gary King:
Well… Well, actually it was kind of funny.

Gregory Brooks:
Funny!?! That was like a typhoon hitting a boat full of seamen.

Both men lie on the mat motionless as Harry Hebner starts the 10 count.

Harry Hebner:
One… Two… Three… Four…

Ninja starts to move first.

Harry Hebner:
Five…

Now NIN starts to move.

Harry Hebner:
Six… Seven…

Ninja is up and NIN Horror is almost fully up.

Harry Hebner:
Eight…

NIN finally makes it to both feet as Ninja turns around and swings at NIN. NIN ducks it and slides behind Ninja. As Ninja turns around, NIN throws a right at Ninja, but he blocks it. Ninja winds up and lands a punch to NIN’s temple. NIN stumbles back and throws another punch, but again it is blocked and followed up by another hard shot. As NIN stumbles back some more, Ninja unloads another shot and another and another. Ninja backs NIN up into the corner and starts to unload heavier and heavier shots. Hebner tries to separate the two, but is knocked off his feet by Ninja. Ninja moves back in on NIN Horror and starts to unload a combination of body shot, ala The Undertaker. Ninja’s fists are moving a mile a minute as NIN tries to curl up in the corner. Ninja lands a stiff European Uppercut that lifts NIN off his feet. As NIN Horror comes back down, he slumps all the way down in the corner. With NIN sitting in the corner, feeling the after effects, Ninja backs up and charges at NIN. Ninja hits a drop kick right into NIN’s face, nearly knocking him out of the ring.

Gary King:
What a change of moment we are seeing here.

A-Damn Hater:
Yea, which all started after the illegal low blow.

Ninja pulls NIN Horror’s lifeless body out of the corner and hits a Side Effect to end it. Ninja makes the cover as Hebner counts.

Harry Hebner:
One… Two… T…

Pops his shoulder up, to the surprise of Ninja.

Gregory Brooks:
It’s not going to be that easy Ninja. Try again!

Ninja gets up and signals to the crowd.

Gary King:
Here it comes, The Red Bread Winner ! ! !

Ninja sets NIN Horror up, when all of a sudden that 6'10" monster darts down the ramp and shoots up onto the apron. Both the ref and Ninja get distracted as this mystery man tries to get into the ring. While Hebner is pushing him out and calling for security, Ninja stands there watching with NIN still set up. All of a sudden, NIN Horror breaks the hold and hits a Reverse DDT. Both men lie motionless again as FHT Officials drag this jacked up monster to the back. Hebner turns around and starts the count.

Gary King:
HOW UNFAIR! He was thrown out!

Harry Hebner:
One… Two… Three…

Both men start to move.

Harry Hebner:
Four… Five… Six… Seven…

As they both get up, NIN quickly wrap Ninja up in the Canadian Clutch.

Gary King:
NIN is using Ninja's own finishing move!

Gregory Brooks:
Brilliant!

NIN has it locked in tight in the middle of the ring, and there is no help in sight for Ninja. After a bit of a struggle, Ninja taps to his own move. Hebner forces NIN to break the hold and raises his hand. As we go to the next segment, Hebner checks on Ninja as NIN gloats in the corner.

["Sick" Nick™]

Backstage Interview W/ LBM[/b][/size]

We cut to the backstage area of FHT XI, were The F'N Legend LBM is standing by with Harry Gunther IV standing in his trunks with a hoody covering up his traditional LBM t-shirt.[/color][/b]

Harry Gunther:
In a few moments we go live, with FHT XI - the 11th anniversary of a company with which you've been associated with since Day One. Your opponent tonite - a man you have never beaten but a man who is perhaps the most famous wrestler ever - Stone Cold Steve Austin. LBM how you feeling?

The F'N Legend LBM:[/b][/size]
Are you a clown Harry Gunther? No wait... are you an acrobat? Are you an ice cream man Harold? Are you a firefighter, a ghost buster or a friggin horse whisper? No wait Harry... I couldn't give a crap what you are! Cause tonight all I care about is Stone Cold Steve Austin!

Tonite - the 11th anniversary of FHT! Such a special evening! How many people are back here or watching in the arena or on pay per view. This is a special night! And I'm honoured to be here. You see I'm proud of the fact that when you go back 11 years - the beginning of FHT - it was me out there winning the 1st ever FHT Hardcore Championship. So many great men have passed through this arena. I've been honoured to face (and beat) just about each and everyone of them in that ring inside this great arena!

But you see there's one man I never beat! There's one man who got me in that ring and embarrassed me each time we faced off before. A man who is not only a former FHT world champion, but a man who was WWE champion at a time when this business was at it's peak. That man... Stone Cold Steve Austin!!! FHT XI... you see it was just under 11 years ago, I first faced the greatest pro wrestler that ever lived.

A man who had made a fortune from this business and had matches with some of the biggest names ever who had become disenfranchised with the WWE machine and decided to help our fledgling promotion out. I was in awe of Steve back then. Hell I was a mark when I first met Mr Austin. But as the years went by I came to hate Stone Cold Steve Austin! Was he really here to help make a name for the FHT or was Stone Cold Steve Austin simply feeding his ego and claiming a paycheck beating up a bunch of wrestlers whom he deemed well beneath him!?

Bar two years, I've been part of FHT since day one and in that time - all I ever wanted was my programme with Stone Cold Steve Austin. Not the throwaway top of hour one tv matches. I wanted to have my name opposite Steve Austin and I wanted people to pay to see it - but it never happened. Steve you ducked me my entire career. You either are chicken shit Steve or you just don't deem me worthy of facing the great Steve Austin? Well tonite - 11 years of ducking me has come to this moment. A match that was booked for FHT V!!!! FHT fucking FIVE!!! A match that you politiced your ass out of - is now inevitable!

Steve, tonite is about respect! Cause I do respect you. I actually like you a hell of a lot more than several men in the back right now! But you never thought I was in your league and that Steve is what pisses me off! That drives me! I got very little left to prove. I held every title in FHT/ELITE history numerous times. I main evented! I had undefeated streaks and I had some of the greatest matches in FHT history. I done it all... But I never beat Stone Cold Steve Austin! TONITE... TONITE... I don't just beat Steve Austin! Tonite I beat the holy crap out of Steve Austin!!! I'll see you out there!!!

["Sick" Nick™]

We see Erik Knights in the ring, standing prim and proper as he prepares to announce the next match.

Erik Knights: Our next contest is scheduled for one fall and it is the SaTaN's Hell Match! In this contest, there are no count-outs, no disqualifications and the only way to win is when your opponent doesn't respond to the ten count.

"Alcohaulin Ass" begins to play as Keith Williams comes out to a rather loud and welcome reception. Williams has a rather serious look on his face.

King: This one is about pride, this one is about revenge for Keith Williams. He had Robert Gordon beat at WrestleTopia and Gordon resorted to underhanded tactics. Not tonight.

"Man With Harmonica" begins to play as Robert Gordon makes his way to ringside to much anger from the crowd. He gets hit with a soda point-blank in the face. Gordon has his fists taped as he enters the ring. Gordon is wearing a shirt of his toothy grin. The cage finally lowers as both men are in the ring.

Hater: My god, it got bigger.

The cage is lowered, the bell rings and we are on! Gordon quickly escapes to the outside and begins to walk around. The fans are boo'ing but Gordon doesn't care. Gordon gets on the apron to enter, but Keith approaches and Gordon makes a hasty exit. Gordon backs up to the cage and screams "NOW" as the cage begins to rise.

King: Sonofabitch.

Gordon rolls out of the cage and it lowers as he exits. Gordon has a smile on his face and gives Williams the birds as he heads to the back. Gordon has a smile on his face as he leaves until that smile quickly turns sour. Blocking his exit is a gaggle of FHT talent who begin to walk towards him. Gordon backs up to the cage and turns around to see Keith Williams smiling in the cage. Gordon motions for his man to bring the cage up but demands that the ref keep Williams at bay. Gordon gets in the cage but he begins to climb the cage!

Hater: That man does not want to fight.

Williams is quick to grab the ankle of Gordon and pull him down and clotheslines Gordon. Gordon gets back up as Williams pushes Gordon against the cage and unleashes a bevy of blows. Gordon finally ducks underneath a blow and tries to escape. Williams gets a hold of him and he Irish Whips him but doesn't let go and sends him right back into a backdrop on the floor. Williams has some momentum on his side as he lifts Gordon up into a bearhug and rams Gordon into the cage. Williams reaches underneath the ring and grabs a steel chair. Williams approaches Gordon with the chair, but Gordon hits a kick to the gut that doubles Williams over. Gordon walks behind Williams and drives him right into the cage, chest-first. After that, Gordon hits a few illegal kidney punches and then taunts the crowd a bit. Gordon then slams the head of Williams into the apron and hits a few high-angle punches.

King: For those who don't realize, those shots are hitting Williams in the eyebrow, which has some of the thinnest skin. Gordon is trying to split Williams wide open.

Gordon rolls Williams into the ring and stands on the apron to only taunt the fans. That was a big mistake as Williams is back to his feet and shoulder-tackles Gordon off the apron who goes flying into the cage. The ref starts the count, but Gordon is up early at 3.

Brooks: Look at that, he got up at three. Our former fearless leader is the epitome of toughness.

Williams is outside again and drags Gordon back into the ring. A smart move by Keith is that he brings the steel chair back into the ring. Williams holds the chair high above his head and...WHAM one into the back of Gordon to the crowd's approval. Another chair shot follows and another one as the crowd is at it's most bloodthirsty apex. The ref starts the count as Gordon gets back to his feet at 4. Williams goes towards Gordon, but Gordon counters with a vicious left hand that sends Williams to the mat. Gordon takes something off his hand to reveal his handy fist chain.

Brooks: MEMPHIS STYLE BABY!


Gordon goes back to those high-angle shots to the eyebrow of Williams and yes Keith is busted open. Gordon goes on the attack with various stomps and even a stomp to the netheregions of Williams. Gordon tosses Williams to the outside and quickly follows. Gordon finally has that toothy grin back on his face as he sends Williams shoulder first into the steps. Gordon then grabs Williams and does a Stun Gun into the steps and demands the ref to start the count. Williams responds to the count and manages to get back to his feet at the count of 4. Gordon is almost playing with Williams, hitting him with some flicking jabs, must to the crowd's dislike. Unfortunately for Gordon, Williams catches one and uses it to grab Gordon by the throat. He lifts Gordon up and slams him into the cage and then into the apron. Gordon is down as the ref starts the count. Gordon emerges at the count of 6 and rolls into the ring. Williams actually puts him in position for the Shadow Bomb, but Gordon backdrops him onto the steel chair. Gordon goes to the outside.

Brooks: Good job Rob, buy some time.

Gordon walks where the scaffolding begins and begins to make his climb up to the scaffold. Williams is quick to follow as both men are one the scaffold. It's a bid wider than the usual scaffolds in sports entertainment. Williams ducks a Gordon blow and hits a sidewalk slam on the scaffold. Williams grabs the ladder that was placed on the scaffold and drives it into the gut of Gordon a few times and places it aside. Gordon is up to one knee as Williams approaches and Gordon delivers a low-blow, the cheapest of all cheap shots. Gordon then throws Williams into the cage and uses the ladder like a battering ram, into the chest area of Williams. With Williams down temporarily, Gordon sets the ladder up near the trap door and begins to climb. Gordon gets out of the cage and closes the door to get some rest I presume. Just as it seems like that is possible, Williams comes through the door, but GORDON SLAMS THE TRAP DOOR ON THE HEAD OF WILLIAMS!

Brooks: So much for vindication, eh?

Gordon is on the assault as he drags the prone Williams out onto the top of the cage. Gordon places the door on top half of Williams body and pulls off a seated senton onto the trap door! The door breaks as both men are down and the ref starts the count. Gordon is up at 6 and Williams is up at 7. Gordon actually picks Williams up for Greetings, but Williams elbows his way out of it. Williams turns Gordon around and hits the big boot. Williams then grabs the trap door and waits for Gordon to rise. When he does, he uses it as a battering ram and hits Gordon right in the skull with it. Gordon does down and he is bleeding, badly. Not Ric Flair bad, but pretty bad. Williams walks around the cage as the ref starts the count and grabs a black bag. Williams opens the bag to reveal....a piece of barbed-wire.

Hater: Welcome to Hell, Gordon. Population: You.

Williams wraps the wire around his fist and grabs a staggering Gordon by the shirt. The shirt tears away though to reveal....A BLOWN-UP PICTURE OF ROBERT GORDON WITH THE McMCAHON: VINCE, PAUL, AND STEPH.

King: Alright, I'm now hoping that Keith kills the bastard.

Williams puts the shirt over Gordon's head starting a Vince and hits him with a punch. He does the same thing with Paul and he stops at a moment before he gets to Steph. Williams shrugs, and hits Gordon anyways.

Brooks: THAT'S NOT APPROPRIATE!

Keith signals for the Shadow Bomb, but Gordon falls to one knee. Williams tries again, but the same thing. Finally, Gordon pushes Williams away, kicks him in the breadbasket and a DDT. Both men are down after Gordon's last ditch maneuver. Both men rise at the count of 8, as Gordon gets the first blow in with a kick to the gut and GREETING FROM STAMFORD! Gordon isn't bothering to stay up as he heads back down to the scaffold. It's a close one as Williams rises at the count of 9. As Williams begins to walk to what's left of the trap door, Gordon pushes the ladder over and smiles. Like a hunter waiting for it's pray to fall into a trap, Williams climbs down. Gordon actually tries to pull him off for a belly-to-back suplex, but Williams counters with a few of those barbed-wire wrapped fists. Both men are separated as Williams grabs Gordon by the goozle.

Brooks: Please don't tell me that Keith is going to do what I think he is going to do.

Hater: The bigger question is if he is going to throw off or through the scaffold.

We find out as Williams screams "Time to go to hell" and CHOKESLAMS GORDON OFF THE SCAFFOLD! Gordon lands like a rock hitting water, flat on his back as the crowd is losing their minds. The ref's count isn't needed actually, as Gordon doesn't respond at all. Williams almost has a sigh of relief as the bell rings.

Erik Knights: YOUR WINNER, KEITH WILLIAMS!

Williams climbs down to the ring as the cage rises and the ref raises his hand. Williams looks down at Gordon who is still out and leaves the ring as medical personnel attend to Gordon. The last thing we see is Williams slapping hands with fans before he heads to the back.

Hater: Folks, this was an absolute war between two men. As much as I hate Robert Gordon, he stepped up to the plate.

Brooks: Robert is still a better man.

King: Just shut up, Brooks.

["Sick" Nick™]

The Peep's Go Youtube


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WHERE ART THOU SAVIOUR?
WHERE ART THOU SAVIOUR?
WHERE ART THOU SAVIOUR?

[The screen is pitch black]

Chase Stapleton: Perhaps he is hiding in the dark among the shadows waiting to be called up on.....Dark Angel.....Dark Angel....DARK ANGELLLLLLLLL!!! Don't waste your breath HE CAN'T SAVE YOU!

Poison is the cure
Poison is the cure
Poison is the cure

Chase Stapleton: It will save you just as it always has.....

[Static][/I]

["Sick" Nick™]

As the static fades...

NOTHING ELSE MATTERS hits...[/b]

The godfather of the FHT himself makes his way down the aisle towards the ring.

Throughout the crowd - the crowd who moments ago were wearing an assortment of t-shirts are now all wearing various custom LBM t-shirts in unison. The commentary team, referees, camera men - EVERYONE IS WEARING an iconic LBM t-shirt.[/b][/size]

Gary King:[/color][/b]
What a reaction to the man who began it all. It was 11 years ago when an unknown rookie by the name of Little Big Man won the FHT Hardcore Championship and began this crazy adventure that became FHT.

Greg Brooks:[/b][/size]
So many great LBM memories inside this arena. I was sitting in that front row as a fan when the FHT Arena was burnt to the ground with Trippy P handcuffed inside. The Elimination Chamber 1 was right here inside this arena were LBM won the FHT Hardcore Championship beating a who's who of this industry. Of course he was even married and "Killed" inside and outside of this hallowed place.

Gary King:[/color][/b]
What a mark of respect by this crowd and indeed ourselves included that everyone is wearing a LBM t-shirt at this time. In the 11 years since this company began - this t-shirt sold more than everyone other FHT star's combined.

Greg Brooks:[/color][/b]
And the only person NOT wearing a LBM t-shirt tonite. The man himself - have you noticed the Austin 3:16 t-shirt he is wearing?

GLASS SHATTERS hits...[/size]

With a nod to his Wrestlemania 13 entrance. the aisleway entrance is now blocked by a sheet of black glass with the Austin 3:16 mantra. Kicking his black boot through it - Stone cold Steve Austin emerges with a ferious look on his face and heads straight for the ring.

The entire arena is on their feet cheering as SCSA gets into the ring and glares at the FHT Franchise before climbing up on both turnbuckles and posing with the middle finger. Austin jumps down still with his vest on and stares straight into the face of LBM who can't help but look a little intimidated![/b][/size]

Greg Brooks:[/b]
WOW! You can't help but feel that!

Gary King:[/b][/size]
On two occasions these men faced off with a much younger LBM quickly losing to the WWE Hall of Famer. But while Austin has been somewhat retired - picking his fights here and there this past decade - LBM is now a 12 year veteran himself. He's been in there with the best!

Greg Brooks:[/b]
This man is the best Gary! Stone Cold Steve Austin was the face of wrestling at the turn of the century. LBM never in his wildest dreams could have reached the heights of Stone Cold. And Lbm's been prodding him with a stick - trying to get a rise out of the rattlesnake. Well I hope he knows what he's let himself in for out here now.

Gary King:[/b][/size]
What a match this will be featuring arguably one of the most personal of grudges in our company's history!

DING DING DING

Austin & LBM stare down and on the bell come out fighting - trading rights and lefts, Austin takes the early lead punching LBM to the outside over the top rope.

Crowd is hot as LBM walks around the ring trying to recoup and Austin growing bored of waiting for him jumps out after him. LBM and Austin brawl at ringside. LBM is shoved into the barricade back first.

Austin clotheslines LBM into the ground and follows him over the barricade. They are fighting in the first few rows. Rights and lefts - even Austin slams LBM down to the concrete.

The fight starts to move up the steps. LBM is getting pummelled as Austin drops him neck first across a bannister. LBM is choking as Austin downs a beer and then pours another one down LBM's throat to a great reaction. They are half way up now as LBM manages to counter a piledriver attempt with a back body drop. Austin drops across the concrete steps.

They brawl down a bit now as LBM sends Austin spiralling into a bunch of chairs scattering fans everywhere. They are back at the barricade moments later and this time Austin is sent plunging over. At ringside LBM clears the Spanish commentary table. He places Austin ontop of it and climbs up on the apron and onto the top rope.

LBM turns his back to the commentary table. MOONSAULT!!! But Austin moves. LBM crashes and burns as the crowd chant holy shit.
[/color][/b]

Greg Brooks:[/b][/size]
He's dead!!!

Gary King:[/b][/size]
LBM missed with that moonsault and is lying out of it here on whats left of our Spanish announce table. This match is Austin's for the taking.

Ausitn picks up LBM and places him back in the ring. He covers him and gets a 2.8. The fans and Austin can't believe it. Austin tries again and gets a quicker kick out this time.

Austin pulls LBM back to his feet almost showing compassion briefly. LBM with a lowblow. LBM tries to buy himself some time as he crawls out of the ring to the outside.

Austin recovers and climbs out of the ring. A monitor to the face of Austin. It hits Steve at the corner of his eye. He is quickly back to his feet but has been busted open at the side of his eye - the blood is a steady drip. LBM again with the monitor this time knocking Steve of his feet.

LBM picks up a chair - smash on Steve's back and again and again. LBM looks around for another weapon and its the ring bell. He climbs up on the apron and jumps up with the ring bell across Steve's skull. Steve is apparently out as Leon Spinx the referee checks on him.

LBM rolls Steve back into the ring and covers him. One, Two... Kickout. LBM can not believe it either as he climbs to the top rope and leaps off with a macho man elbow. Another cover is fruitless.

LBM leg drops Steve and covers to similar result. LBM doesn't know what to do. He looks outside at a steel chair and brings two in and opens them upright in a table like section. He mimics the undertaker with the slash across his throat signalling for a tombstone.[/color][/b]

Gary King:[/b]
NOOO!!! LBM that move would leave Stone Cold in a wheelchair for the rest of his life. Theres a reason WWE banned this move and that's because of what Owen Hart did to Steve Austin in 1996. Its that reason Austin's career was cut short.

Greg Brooks:[/color][/b]
Lbm knows better than anyone. Keith Williams piledrove him onto the ring steps in 2003 - Lbm has lived with constant pain since that day. Maybe he knows how devastating it can be cause he's lived it.

The fans are booing as LBM has the chairs positioned in the centre of the ring - both in sitting position beside each other. LBM lifts Austin up over his shoulder and stands in the tombstone position - Austin's pointing down.

Austin grabs LBM's leg though. Austin is fighting. LBM is trying to put him in position but Austin somehow manages to flip over and now is standing with LBM in the tombstone position. The crowd are going wild as Austin is standing over the chairs with LBM in a tombstone position.

LBM reverses now and then Austin reverses again. LBM is covered in Austin's blood. The hold is broke now as both men are temporarily down and scramble to their feet battling back and forth.

LBM is in the ropes now in the corner - Austin charges as LBM jumps landing on the top rope. Austin follows him up. He sinches LBM in. BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX from the top rope with both men hitting the steel chairs awkward.

LBM is the first to his feet. He signals for a german suplex - he locks it in but Austin breaks the hold - flips him round... foot in the gut - STUNNER!!! LBM is hit by the stunner. He goes down. Austin covers him. ONE, TWO, THREE!!!

AUSTIN WINS (14 mins 23 secs)[/b][/size]

Gary King:[/b][/size]
Austin has done it! Austin wins! Austin wins!!! From out of nowehere - the Stone Cold Stunner just put away The F'N Legend LBM!

Greg Brooks:[/b][/size]
What a battle! What a fight! It wasn't fancy - but it was real and it was brutal. Just a hell of a fight between two of the all time greats!

Austin is on his feet hurting from the landing onto the chairs and has his hand raised. But he seems more concerned with LBM. LBM is slower to get back to his feet but does. Austin is a crimson mask with LBM covered in Austin's blood.

The two exchange words now as Austin then offers his hand. LBM takes his time but finally shakes it as the two warriors embrace! LBM raises Austin's hand. Then applauds the arena before applauding Stone Cold Steve Austin.

Austin's music hits as a cooler of beer is now at ringside as Erik Knights throws him some beer for a beer bath. He offers one to the recovering alcoholic LBM who refuses. Austin has an idea - another cooler is at ringside. Erik Knights throws Austin some diet cokes into the ring.

LBM and the crowd laugh as LBM mimics Austin only with Diet Coke as they toast each other inside the ring. LBM and Austin are downing their respective cans as Austin's music is playing.[/color][/b]

Gary King:[/color][/b]
Lbm and Austin - not the best of friends but so much respect right there! Amazing match! What a pleasure to see these two FHT original back doing what they love inside that ring! Think this is the first time we have had a beer/diet coke bath on FHT!

["Sick" Nick™]

As the celebration continues, we go back stage where Kristin Ricci is standing by with the FHT Undisputed Champion, "Sick" Nick. Nick has his back to the camera, the championship strapped to his waist, hands on his hips and his head down.

Kristin Ricci:
I am here with the Undisputed Champ, just moments away from his battle with the Reverend Daddy Joe. Nick, some say you are not taking Joe serious, most notably from Joe himself. What do you have to say about this?

Nick continues to face his back to the camera and conducts the interview as if he is facing the right way.

“Sick” Nick:
You know, yesterday morning, I was on WBAB, a local radio show, promoting FHT 11. The show hosts were worried I was not taking Joe serious. The fans would call up, worried that I was not taking Joe serious. I would hear, "Nick, when Joe challenged you, you just laughed at him while accepting his challenge." "Nick, you just brushed off Joe's challenge as if it was nothing." "Nick, why are you not taking this challenge seriously? Joe's going to kill you."

Kristin Ricci:
Well Nick, are you not taking Joe's challenge seriously?

“Sick” Nick:
I am. As a matter of fact, the reason why a smirk came over my face as I accepted Joe's challenge was because I think it is Joe who is not taking me seriously. He thinks of me as a clown that happens to have the FHT Undisputed Championship. Joe, do I have to go through my accomplishments again? . . . I know, I know. I sound like a broken record. It was only seven months ago when I had to read my list of credentials to Max Venom... Another man who did not take me serious. And Joe, did you see how that ended?

Nick chuckles to himself as he shakes his head.

Kristin Ricci:
What's so funny?

“Sick” Nick:
You know, I am just thinking of this one line Joe said in his little speech before... And it goes exactly with what I was just saying. Joe said that I hold something that he woke up every day in agony to bring prestige for... Joe woke up every morning in pain for this belt. Yet, Joe has never even held this belt. You want to know how many times I have held it?

Kristin Ricci:
Yes. How many?

“Sick” Nick:
Four times. As a matter of fact, Joe has only held a major championship in the FHT, ELITE or Legacy once! I have held six of them. The only person in FHT/ELITE/Legacy history to hold all three major titles at least once.

Joe has held four FHT Hardcore Championships... I have held 18. Joe has held one Tag Team Championship... I have held four. Joe has held two Television Championships... Well, I have only held one. I guess you got me there Joe. You are a better Television Champion then I am.

Kristin Ricci:
That is an impressive resume...

“Sick” Nick:
Wait, I am not done. Joe I am in not one, but two Hall Of Fames. How many are you in?

Kristin Ricci:
One.

“Sick” Nick:
Exactly. So as I said before It is not I who is underestimating Joe, but Joe who is underestimating me.

Nick finally turns around to face the camera. On his nose is a red clown nose.

“Sick” Nick:
Joe, I am no clown.

Nick takes the nose off and throws it to the ground.

“Sick” Nick:
Joe, tonight you might be expecting a clown to step through those ropes, but there is no clown. All there is, is your FHT Undisputed Champion... "Sick" Nick.

Nick walks off for his match. The camera watches Nick as he walks down the hallway for a little bit, before scanning down to the floor where the red clown nose sits.

["Sick" Nick™]

As the main event is about to start "Back In Black" by AC/DC hits the speakers. Reverend Daddy Joe makes his way to the ring and climbs in. As he starts to stretch, his music fades out and "Down With The Sickness" by Disturbed starts to play to a huge ovation. "Sick" Nick makes his way down to the ring just staring at Joe. Neither man breaks eye contact. As Nick hops in, he hands the belt to Harry Hebner and the bell rings.

Gary King:
Well here we go. These two are just not going to wait this one out!

Both men quickly tie up, trying to over powers the other. RDJ locks “Sick” Nick in a headlock. “Sick” Nick tries bouncing RDJ off the ropes, but RDJ just tightens the grip. Nick tries to push RDJ off again but this time RDJ takes Nick down with a headlock take down. Nick rolls, flipping RDJ and getting his shoulders on the mat.

Harry Hebner:
One...

RDJ quickly breaks the hold and flips up to his feet. As Nick gets to his feet, both men attempt a clothesline but block each other's. Bouncing off each other, the two lock up again. But this time, Nick backs RDJ into the corner. Hebner breaks the two up and Joe sucker punches Nick right in the face.

Gary King:
Come on ref, get control of this match.

A-Damn Hater:
That's my Reverend!

Nick backs off, adjusting his jaw. He briefly smiles before he nods and they tie up in the middle of the ring again. They both begin to push each other backwards and forwards but eventually “Sick” Nick pushes RDJ back into the corner. Nick releases the grip and... [SLAP!] “Sick” Nick nails RDJ with a huge slap across the face. Nick motions to Joe and mouths to him, "Touché mother fucker!"

Gregory Brooks:
Come on Hebner. Get control of this match!

Gary King:
Don't like it when it happens the other way, huh?

Joe suddenly thrusts forward and head butts Nick in the bridge of the nose. RDJ quickly clotheslines Nick and follows it up with an elbow drop. Nick moves and as Joe gets up, tackles him into the corner. RDJ buries his elbow into Nick's back. As Nick backs away, Joe swings wildly. RDJ misses and Nick hits a full nelson slam. Cover.

Harry Hebner:
One... T...

RDJ kicks out. Nick gets up and goes for a knee to the face, but RDJ ducks it. Nick falls to the mat and Joe locks in an STU. Nick reaches for the rope, but it is out of reach. Nick throws a couple of elbows, causing Joe to loosen the hold. Nick breaks out and grabs at the ropes. Hebner moves RDJ off Nick, but with Joe distracted, Nick hits a Northern lights suplex with a bridge.

Harry Hebner:
One... Tw...

RDJ breaks out and quicklt takes Nick down as he is getting up with a chop block to the back of the knee. Joe grabs Nick's leg and locks it in a Figure-4 leg lock. Again, too far away from the ropes, Nick attempts to break out of the hold by punching Joe's knee. After a few fierce knuckle punches to Joe's cartilage, RDJ breaks the hold. Joe is slow to get up, but as he does, Nick kicks RDJ in the midsection and goes for a Snap DDT.

A-Damn Hater:
No. Reversal.

RDJ reverses the DDT into a German suplex. Cover.

Harry Hebner:
One...

Gary King:
Kick out.

RDJ clotheslines Nick back to the mat from his knees and then begins to climb the turnbuckle. Nick gets up and knocks RDJ’s legs out from underneath him. Neck breaker, followed by a cover.

Harry Hebner:
One... Tw...

“Sick” Nick gets up and lifts Joe into a Snap DDT. As Nick jerks back, RDJ grabs the ropes, cause only Nick to snap backwards, hitting his head on the mat. Joe quickly drops a knee onto Nick's forehead and goes for a cover.

Harry Hebner:
One... Tw...

RDJ waits for Nick to get to his feet and goes for a roaring elbow. Nick ducks and hits an inverted DDT. He quickly gets to the top turnbuckle, when suddenly RDJ kips up, runs and leaps onto the second rope and hits an over head belly to belly suplex.

Crowd:
FHT! FHT! FHT! FHT!

Gregory Brooks:
Cover!

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

RDJ pounds his fist on the mat and goes to the second rope. He raises his elbow and tries to drive it through Nick's chest, but Nick moves. “Sick” Nick goes for a leg drop but RDJ moves.

Gary King:
These men have each other scouted well. Move after move is block or countered.

RDJ attempts a clothesline from his knees, but Nick ducks that too. The two get up and Joe is met with a kick to the gut.

A-Damn Hater:
Snap DDT!

Gregory Brooks:
No! Spinebuster!

RDJ pushes Nick off and plants him into the mat with a spinebuster.

Gary King:
Nick has attempted that move a couple of times, but just can't seem to get it off.

A-Damn Hater:
Cover.

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

Nick kicks out again and as he sits up, is met with a dropkick to the back of the head. Joe rolls Nick up again.

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

A-Damn Hater:
Nick will just not stay down.

RDJ gets to his feet and stalks Nick. As Nick gets up Joe attempts a swinging neck breaker, but Nick slips out. Nick goes for a cutter, but Joe pushes him off, sending Nick bouncing off the ropes. As Nick comes back, RDJ hits a back hand across the chest, knocking Nick down.

A-Damn Hater:
WHERE'S MY MONEY, BITCH?!

Harry Hebner:
One... Two...

Gary King:
Kick out!

RDJ, frustrated, hits a couple of forearm shots to Nick's face. He climbs to the top rope for a Who's Your Daddy Drop. Joe plants his elbow into Nick's chest and grabs his leg.

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

Gary King:
Kick out!

Gregory Brooks:
Again? How?

RDJ pops up into Hebner's face, slapping his hands '1, 2, 3. 1, 2, 3. 1, 2, 3.' Hebner will have none of it, when Nick rolls up Joe.

Harry Hebner:
One... T...

Gregory Brooks:
Joe is not going to go down that easy.

Both men get up and as Nick charges at RDJ, Joe flips Nick up and over the top rope onto the concrete floor below!

Crowd:
Holy Shit! Holy Shit! Holy Shit!

Harry Hebner:
Somebody call a paramedic out here. Nick is hurt.

Harry Hebner:
One... Two... Three... Four...

Gary King:
Where is Joe going?

Gregory Brooks:
To finish this match!

Hebner yells at RDJ to get back in the ring, but Joe continues anyway. He grabs Nick and sends him hip first into the steel steps. As Joe comes over, Nick kicks at RDJ's ankle, causing RDJ to fall face first onto the floor. Joe grabs at his face as he gets up. Nick slowly gets up and goes to grab Joe, when RDJ thumbs Nick right in the eye. Nick quickly release and grabs his eye. Hebner is up to a nine count now. Joe rolls in and back out to break the count.

Gary King:
Come on Hebner. Get this match back in the ring. It's bad enough you are letting Joe gouge Nick's eyes out.

A-Damn Hater:
Calm down there. Personally I think Henry is doing a great job.

Gregory Brooks:
It's Harry.

A-Damn Hater:
Whatever.

RDJ rolls Nick back into the ring and quickly searches underneath. He pulls out a chair and slides in. As Joe goes to take a swing, Hebner grabs the chair and yanks it out of RDJ's hands. Joe and Hebner argue again, and once again, Nick goes for a roll up.

Harry Hebner:
One... T...

Joe kicks out and “Sick” Nick, like a man possessed, climbs on Joe and starts to pummel him with lefts and rights. Joe pushes Nick off him. As the two get up, Nick goes for a Sleeper hold, but Joe blocks it, hits a Snapmare and a quick drop kick to the back of the head. RDJ quickly lifts Nick up and whips him into the corner hard. Nick slumps down as RDJ charges with a knee to the face. Joe charges again, but Nick ducks, sending RDJ hard into the turnbuckles. Nick hits a European Uppercut, sending him back into the corner, followed by a splash. As Joe stumbles out, Nick attempts a kick to the gut, but RDJ catches Nick's foot and forcefully hits Nick in the knee with his elbow. Nick hops around and is leveled with a clothesline, bring both men to the floor.

A-Damn Hater:
Cover.

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

Nick kicks out. Joe gets up and pulls Nick up. He calls for it.

Gregory Brooks:
Northern Lights Daddy Plex!

RDJ lifts “Sick” Nick up and as Nick comes down, he wiggles out and lands on his feet. But as he does, his knee (The one Joe elbowed earlier) gives out. Joe gets up as Nick grabs at his leg. RDJ spins Nick around and Joe kicks Nick's leg out from under him, quickly grabbing it and applying a spinning toe hold.

["Sick" Nick™]

A-Damn Hater:
The spinning toe hold!

Nick is in the middle of the ring with no help in site, and Joe has the hold locked in tight. Nick's face twists into a visage of pain as he struggles against the hold, Joe breaks it, kicks Nick's hamstring and re-applies it.

Gary King: RDJ is relentlessly targeting the champion's left leg.


A-Damn Hater: The difference between "Sick" Nick and RDJ is strategy. Nick uses chaos and unpredictability to his advantage, where as Joe uses cold calculating strategy.

Nick manages to sit up just enough to land a few right hands to RDJ as Joe leans over to apply more pressure to the hold. After the 5th right hand, Joe staggers back to the ropes and breaks the hold. "Sick" Nick scrambles to his feet, but Joe comes back off the ropes to chop block "Sick" Nick's leg from underneath him.

Gary King: Joe is right back on that leg.

A-Damn Hater:: He's like shark who smells blood in the water!

Joe stomps Nick's injured leg numerous times to weaken the champion before grabbing him by the injured leg and dragging him over to the ropes. RDJ props Nick's leg on the bottom rope and leaps off the second one, crashing down onto Nick's knee. Joe repeats this action two more times before Nick rolls away clutching his knee. Joe is quick to follow him, dragging Nick to the bottom rope again, sliding out of the ring, and then slamming Nick's injured knee into the ring apron. Joe then drags Nick to the ring post, slamming his leg against the steel three times before rolling under the bottom rope and out again to break the count. RDJ applies a ring post figure four while the ref counts.

Gary King: This is just brutal. RDJ is trying to end the career of the FHT champion!

A-Damn Hater: Why shouldn't he? He's trying to capture the FHT Championship! RDJ is going to do whatever it takes!

RDJ breaks the hold and slides back into the ring. He takes a moment to taunt the fans as Nick pulls himself up in the corner. RDJ turns around and charges Nick, but Nick gets out of the way, RDJ hits the corner and stumbles back, where he is met with a disqus clothesline from "Sick" Nick.

Gary King: "Sick" Nick is making a come back, rallying himself to make some effective offense!

A-Damn Hater: Nick may be one of the toughest men in FHT, but he's working with a bad wheel. How effective can he be after all that damage to his left leg.

Nick leans back onto the ropes holding his knee, but he is stalking RDJ, waiting for him to get up. As soon as RDJ is up using the ropes for support, Nick kicks Joe in the gut and goes for the even flow DDT, but RDJ drops to a knee stopping the momentum, Nick tries to hoist Joe up, but RDJ grabs Nick by the left leg and performs a dragonscrew take down. Not releasing the leg, Joe gets up and lays an elbow into Nick's damaged knee, then remaining on top of it wrenches it upward. Nick flails in pain for a minute before summoning up the strength to land a few punches to the top of Joe's head. Joe rolls off of him, bounces off the ropes and leaps into the air, landing his foot right to the side of the champion's knee.

Gary King: Every time Nick starts to get some offense in, Joe goes right back for the injured leg.

A-Damn Hater: Haven't you been listening to me? Like I said before, The Reverend Daddy Joe is a master strategist. He knows that Nick can't stay on the attack too long as long as he has a target on that knee.

RDJ grabs "Sick" Nick by the leg and applies an Indian Death Lock. Nick is in tremendous pain, writhing in agony, but he is managing to drag both himself and RDJ to the ropes. The ref starts to count and RDJ waits until the very last second to break the hold. RDJ angrily gets up, lays the boots to Nick a few times before he grabs Nick's leg, tangles it between the ropes, and placing his foot on the middle rope, yanks Nick's leg against it, once again breaking the illegal hold at the very last second. Joe goes to pick Nick up, but Nick lands a few punches into RDJ's midsection, forcing him to lurch foward, Nick the pulls himself up and tries to hoist RDJ up into a Sick Bomb, but Nick's leg gives out from underneath him, crashing to the mat with Joe sitting on top of him.

Harry Hebner: One, Two....!

Gary King: Nick tried to end this match right here, but he just didn't have the strength in his leg to support RDJ's weight.

A-Damn Hater: It's only a matter of time before we have a new FHT World Champion!

Nick manages to get his arm up. Joe responds by leaping to his feet and viciously stomping Nick before pulling him up to his feet, trapping his leg, and atomic dropping Nick's leg right into Joe's knee. Nick rolls to the middle of the ring clutching his knee. Joe pauses and grins evilly to the crowd. Joe goes to the turnbuckle and climbs to the top.

RDJ: WHO'S YOUR DADDY, BITCH?!

RDJ flies off the top rope for his infamous elbow drop to finish this match once and for all, but just before he lands it on the downed champion, Nick rolls out of the way. Both men slowly get to their feet at the same time. "Sick" Nick looks exhausted, RDJ throws a few right hands, Nick doesn't return fire, Nick looks out on his feet. Nick drops to a knee ducking an RDJ haymaker seemingly by accident, As RDJ spins around Nick wraps RDJ up in a Cross Face Chicken Wing.

Gary King: Nick has Joe locked in tight exactly in the middle of the ring. Joe is nowhere near the ropes.

A-Damn Hater: Come on Joe hold on. Break out of this!

RDJ struggles, trying to elbow his way out of the move, but the champion is relentless, leaning back to apply more pressure to the hold as the fans go wild. RDJ suddenly taps out, and an exhausted Nick rolls off of him and into the corner.