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Post by Keith Williams on Jun 4, 2008 10:04:03 GMT -5
Monday, June 2ND, 2008 Live from the Arena, City, State-------------------- CHAMPIONSHIP Main Event Matchwrestler 1 -vs- wrestler 2_____________________________________________________________________________-AND-__________________________________________________________ACE ANDREWS DEBUT MATCHSingles MatchWrestler Uno -vs- Ace Andrews__________________________________________________________BladeAddresses The Crowd__________________________________________________________PLUS"Sick" Nick & UlsterWill They Confront Each Other After What Happened Last Night?_____________________________________________________________________________- C O M M E N T A T O R S - Gary King, A-Damn Hater and Wally Wilson Wally Wilson: Welcome to Monday Night Legecy. Now I know we say this alot in this business but that had to be the hottest ppv we have witness yet this year. History was made in more ways then one. Who knew that The Peeps Champ would be the first man in history to hold both the FHT and Elite World title at the same time. Which superstar in the back will step up and challenge him here tonight? Gary King: I just like to tell all those at home who might be worried, that yes Lbm is out of jail and is scheduled to be here tonight. Hopefully that psycho RDJ doesn't show up and ruin what is likely to be a celebration of him retaining his hardcore championship in a hard fought contest last night. A-Damn Hater:Guys, you are forgetting about the biggest event that came out of Hell Freezes Over. It is the return of the Red Hand Man, the Rookie Monster. The man known as Ulster. With him and "Sick" Nick in the same arena tonight, there are guaranteed to be fireworks. But enough of the blabbering. Lets get on with the show!
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Post by Ulster on Jun 4, 2008 10:28:43 GMT -5
The house lights go out in the packed arena with only the flashes on mobile phone cameras going off in the stands[/size][/color] Gary King:[/size][/color] It looks like the show is about to start for real! Flashing red lights fill the arena and ‘Hysteria’ by Muse blasts over the PA system[/size][/color] www.youtube.com/watch?v=OGB1JwRp0oI to check it out Gary King:[/size][/color] Who on earth is this? Ulster appears at the top of the ramp to a rapturous reception from the crowd. He is dressed in army combat shorts and a tight fitting black polo shirt[/size][/color] Gary King:[/size][/color] My God! Ulster is here! Listen to that noise from the crowd for the former FHT and Elite star. Wally Wilson:[/size][/color] I never thought I would see the day that he would return to this company. It is now over four years since he stepped into a FHT ring, and over two since his last appearance in Elite. Hell Freezes Over could never have been a more apt description of last night A-Damn Hater:[/size][/color] I don’t get why this is such a big deal. If it was, do you think Ulster would dress like some sort of student hobo? I think not. Ulster rolls into the ring and motions to the announce table for a mic. One is thrown into the ring over his head. He glares at the ring announcer before turning round and grabbing the mic off the mat. He brings the mic up to his lips but the chants of ULSTER! ULSTER! ULSTER! Are deafening and he drops his arm to his side again as the crowd continues to chant.[/size][/color] Gary King:[/size][/color] Listen to that ovation Wally. The crowd really appreciate that they are seeing history in that ring tonight. How many fans would have thought that when they booked their tickets they would not only get to see the Peeps Champ become one of the most decorated stars in the company’s history, but they would see the return of Ulster Ulster smiles and and shakes his head is disbelief at the ovation coming from the crowd. He then finally brings the mic back up to his lips and begins to talk[/size][/color] Ulster:[/size][/color] Well well Well. Its F’N good to be back The crowd gives a huge roar of approval. Ulster smiles and continues to speak[/size][/color] Ulster:[/size][/color] You know I sat in my hotel room last night thinking to myself ‘What on earth could I possibily come out here and say to the FHT and Elite fans.’ Should I come out and give a long-winded speech about how I was back and ready to kick ass like only the Red Hand Man can? Crowds cheers[/size][/color] Ulster:[/size][/color] Should I come out and cut a shoot promo and trash everyone I have ever worked with, reveal all those secrets of all the BS that I have encountered in both companies, break kayfabe and bury as many people as I could in one promo? Maybe some people would like that. Hell, the Lbm fan club would practically cream themselves at the smell of a shoot! Gary King:[/size][/color] Never has a truer word been spoken. No one loves a good shoot more than the franchise Lbm! A-Damn Hater:[/size][/color] You know I hate the use of sexual innuendo. I find this smut degrading and disgusting. Where is Mary Whitehouse when you need her? Wally Wilson:[/size][/color] She’s dead A-Damn A-Damn Hater:[/size][/color] Typical! Ulster:[/size][/color] But instead I am going to do something so revolutionary in the world of professional wrestling that will shake this company to the very core. Hell, im going to tell the truth! No gimmicks, no crap, no BS, no lies, no deceit, no fabrications. Just 100% truth You know a few months ago I was listening to an internet radio phone in and this particular show was talking about loyalty. It talked about those guys in this business who lived, who would breath, who would God damn sweat and bleed in one company to make it rise to the top. They talked about guys like Ric Flair, the Undertaker, Sting and Shawn Michaels. They also talked about a guy you know. A guy that I destroyed last night at Hell Freezes Over. A guy that sits now in some Russian hospital, his ribs all messed… Ulster rubs his ribcage with his free hand[/size][/color]…up because I Gored him to the mat and he folded like a cheap deckchair. The crowd cheers loudly again[/size][/color] Ulster:[/size][/color] That’s right. I’m talking about “Sick” Nick, and like the blind man in a gay orgy, he never saw it coming. You see I listened to this radio show and I heard all about ‘what a guy’ “Sick” Nick was. I mean this was a guy that stuck with FHT through thick and thin; the good times and the bad; through the rough and the smooth. Right? That’s good ol’ “Sick” Nick. And that same show they mentioned a certain guy who they say bottled it so many times he should get a job in a Coca Cola factory. Gary King:[/size][/color] Well its no secret that Ulster has walked out of the three companies he has been part of, namely GWL, FHT and Elite. Ulster:[/size][/color] This got my thinking-is this how I wanted to be remembered?... Ulster shrugs his shoulders[/size][/color]…You see what really gets to me is that the ‘knowledgeable’ FHT and Elite fans buy this bull. I mean you all… Ulster points at the fans in the stands[/size][/color]…think you know us better than we know ourselves because you spend half your time looking at wrestling sites on the net, and the other half downloading porn. Wally Wilson:[/size][/color] Wow! Strong words from Ulster. You can see Gary that the crowd is beginning to get agitated listening to this. What on earth is Ulster trying to do? Gary King:[/size][/color] Two years away from the ring seems to have left him with plenty to say A-Damn Hater:[/size][/color] This is getting interesting! Tell me more about this porn! Ulster:[/size][/color] You see every single one of you here and sitting at home watching this, or ripping the company off by watching it on Youtube just accept this as truth. The Internet says “Sick” Nick is a legend and a loyal company man so it must be true. Ulster on the other hand must be a quitter because some morbidly obese Yank sitting in his parent’s basement in Pittsburgh says so in his blog. And every time you waddle you little fat asses…. Ulster mockingly waddles like a sumo wrestler in the ring[/size][/color]…through the doors of one of the arenas that FHT and Elite perform at to buy “Sick” Nick merchandise you help to fortify this myth. The crowd begins to boo more and more loudly, growing increasingly restless[/size][/color] Ulster:[/size][/color] You know boo me all you want. The fact that not one of you have the mental fortitude… Ulster taps the side of his temple with his finger[/size][/color]…to work out what really has been going on in these two companies means that you deserve to have what this company deems… Ulster does that thing with this finger to place his next word in proverbial inverted commas[/size][/color]…‘entertainment’ peddled at you for the last couple of years More boos from the crowd and an ‘Asshole!’ ‘Asshole!’ chant begins to break out around the arena[/size][/color] Wally Wilson:[/size][/color] I have never seen one man turn a crowd against him quite so fast Gary. Ulster:[/size][/color] You see it is every one of you pieces of crap’s fault… Ulster spins around on the spot and points around the stands[/size][/color]… that this company is in the state it is right now The crowd is really rilled up now, with a few pieces of rubbish being thrown in Ulster’s direction in the ring[/size][/color] Ulster:[/size][/color] You have been force fed mediocrity and trained to accept it. How else can you explain that main event last night between…… Ulster visibly takes in a huge breath[/size][/color]…Mr. I say everything I possibily can in one breath because if I say it quickly enough maybe you will not realise that I have nothing of interest to say I call myself Mr Controverial but really I haven’t said anything of note in my whole career and exist merely to try and piss Lbm off After all all I do is obsess over him and try and have a shoot on him at any opportunity….. Ulster mockingly bends over in the ring trying to catch his breath. More boos ring out around the arena and he starts to do a robot impression in the ring[/size][/color]….and…Mr…zero…charisma….whose…only…talent…is…to…be…so…monotous….on…the…mic…that…i…bore…my…opponents…to…death Ulster laughs at his own joke as the jeers become more and more deafening[/size][/color] Wally Wilson:[/size][/color] That’s totally uncalled for Gary! Gary King:[/size][/color] I agree Wally. The Peeps Champ and Red Ninja put on one hell of a show last night. It was some main event. Red Ninja is a FHT Hall of Famer, and the Peeps Champ is one of FHT and Elite’s most decorated superstars. The Peeps Champ made history last night…what has Ulster ever done to compare to that? Ulster:[/size][/color] When you’ve got guys like that holding the gold it really is no wonder the company has been going the tubes. So while you fans have been ‘treated’ to main events with people like that, where have the great company saviours Trippy P and “Sick” Nick been hiding? The great loyal company guys. Surely they should been leading the charge to keep this company at the top. Ulster shrugs his shoulders[/size][/color] But no. “Sick” Nick has been in the background doing nothing to help FHT. It makes me sick that every person in this audience has bought into the plain fallacy of the model pro, a guy that has clearly being cowering as a once proud company crumbles. “Sick” Nick should have been the ultimate face that saved this company. He should have been the guy you fans begged for to come out and beat those evil heels week after week. Instead all he does is take a backwards step and cites a lack of passion for the business. What a pile of horseshit More boos from the crowd[/size][/color] Ulster:[/size][/color] Hey…. Ulster spins around again and points at the fans[/size][/color]…You guys have the gall to boo me. Why don’t you boo yourself for being bought in by this BS. But no, that would mean you would have some understanding of the word ‘culpability’. While you are at it, why don’t you look up the word ‘idiot’ too. Ulster grins, which serves only to wind the crowd up more[/size][/color] Ulster:[/size][/color] You have brought this rubbish upon yourselves. By accepting the nonsense that guys like “Sick” Nick peddle upon you, you have been locked into a tedious cycle of nonsense week after week. I for one don’t give a rat’s ass about this company and its ratings. I sure as hell don’t give a crap about any one of you. I am here to salvage my reputation. Let’s look at the facts. When I walked out of GWL when I wouldn’t job to the owner what happened? The place closed. When I left FHT what happened? The place was like a ghost town for a long time? Why? Because Elite came on the scene and I built that place. That was my company. While Lbm and that snake the_j-man founded it, it was MY… Ulster thrusts his finger into his chest[/size][/color]…blood, MY… Again he points at himself[/size][/color]…sweat, MY… He more angrily and forcefully points at himself[/size][/color]… tears that turned it into a bigger company than FHT. When you wanted a big feud who did you turn to? Me. When you needed a grade A promo who was there? Me. When you look at who was in the best matches, who do you look at? Me. And what happened when I walked out when the_j-man wanted me to job? The place went down the tubes. Those are the facts. Gary King:[/size][/color] I somehow think there is a little more to it than that. Ulster:[/size][/color] So while I may not be the ‘company man’… Ulster again puts those words in inverted commas[/size][/color]…that “Sick” Nick is, I damn well did more than him to build these companies up and ill be damned if im gonna let your little corporate cock sucking reputation shit on all I’ve achieved. I am sick of people like him get the glory while I did all the hard lifting. So tell you what Nicky. When you get out of the hospital ward, why don’t you grow those balls you have always wanted… He points at the ramp[/size][/color]… walk down that ramp and face me in this ring. The crowd gives a huge pop for this challenege[/size][/color] Ulster:[/size][/color] You know where I’ll be Nick. I never run from a challenge and I’d love nothing more than to make you…. JUST ANOTHER VICTIM![/size][/color] Gary King:[/size][/color] My God Wally! Ulster is back and he is more bitter and twisted than ever before. We have already seen what he can do at Hell Freezes Over, and all Elite and FHT fans know what he can do in that ring. What would you do if you were “Sick” Nick? Wally Wilson:[/size][/color] I would do what “Sick” Nick has done for years. Step up and go mano-o-mano in that very ring. Ulster had a lot to get off his chest, but it struck me as little more than a bitter little rant. “Sick” Nick is a true legend. Hell, the same goes for The Peeps Champ and Red Ninja for that matter. You can be guaranteed that Ulster will not have the last word on this situation
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Post by satan on Jun 4, 2008 15:27:19 GMT -5
DISCLAIMER: The following message are the views and opinions of Satan. The FHT does not endorse nor support these comments.
We see Satan standing inside the abandoned FHT Arena. it's pretty much dilapidated, and it's dark as hell. The only way we can see Satan is with the help of night vision.
Satan: This war...isn't meant for certain types of people. People who are sensitive toward's violence, people who have compassion...and (chuckles) heart. To fight in this type of war have to be hardened, they have to be bitter twoards the enemy. You have to hate the man who's standing across from you. That's why not you see guys like Keith Williams or Sick Nick as the crusader, the man must be willing to sacrifice his life, career, and everything they have to gain victory. It doesn't matter if there is an edge or if we occasionally cross it..as long as the innocents are protected, our cause is just. Men who didn't cross the line and wore the colors of ELITE are innocent. You might even say that they are pure. I am issuing a warning to those from the FHT that stand in my way. If you stand in my way, I will put you down without any hesitation. To those who are from ELITE, your soul is stained by the blood of the innocent, not it's time to pay for your actions.
The video ends as we go to commercial.
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Post by The F'N Legend Lbm on Jun 8, 2008 8:01:08 GMT -5
FHT General Manager Keith William's Office The F'N Legend Lbm Arrives...
We cut to outside the arena were a long black limousine shows up. The driver steps out of the car and opens the door as the FHT Hardcore Champion Lbm gets out to boos from the gathered fans outside the arena.
Flanked by security, the controversial superstar makes his way inside the building. Lbm walks up the corridor as his security team ask for Keith William's office. They are pointed towards it as Lbm walks towards it.
They reach the door of the FHT General Manager's office as Lbm excuses his security. The door is slightly ajar as we hear music playing from inside it. Lbm smiles to himself now as we can hear the start of Britney Spears "You Want a Piece of Me". Keith is oblvious.[/color]
Keith Williams: I'm Miss American Dream since I was 17, Don't matter if I step on the scene, Or sneak away to the Philippines, They still got pictures of my derriere in the magazine! You want a piece of me? You want a piece of me...
Lbm barges in shocking Keith Williams.
Lbm: I'm Miss bad media karma, Another day another drama, Guess I can't see no harm, In working and being a mama, And with a kid on my arm, I'm still an exception, And you want a piece of me...
Keith Williams: I'm Mrs Lifestyles of the rich and famous!
Lbm: You want a piece of me!
Keith Williams: I'm Mrs. Oh my God that Britney's Shameless!
Lbm: You want a piece of me!
Keith Williams: I'm Mrs Extra Extra, this just in!
Lbm: You want a piece of me!
Keith Williams: I'm Mrs she's too big now, she's too thin!
Lbm: You want a piece of me!
Keith Williams comes to his senses and stops the CD player as inside the arena loud laughter can be heard as Lbm is dancing.
Keith has a look of utter disgust on his face over what he just was doing. Lbm is smiling back at Keith Williams with the FHT Hardcore Championship over his shoulder![/i]
Keith Williams: What the hell do you want? Barging into my office - your supposed to knock you...
Lbm: Wow that was amazing. GO KEITH! You can really sing. Man you should be on that American Idol! Really you should!
Keith Williams: I am gonna give you five seconds to get out of here or get to the point of this visit or you can kiss that title belt away - cause I will take great pleasure in me stripping you of a championship for a change!
Lbm: Tushay... I'll get to the point. Keith I know theres a lot going on in this show tonite already but I wanna go out to the ring and shoot. I've got a hell of a lot on my mind after that ppv and I think the people need hear it.
Keith Williams: I'm sure nobody in their right mind wants to hear another Lbm shoot promo for the rest of their lives BUT I will allow you it just this once on the condition that you tell no one of what just happened here!
Lbm: Keith you shouldn't be embarrassed about listening to Britney Spears. She's bloody brilliant. A little bit fried in the head of course - bit like Chase actually - but still she's a great singer! This'll be our secret. You have my word.
Keith Williams: Now get out of here!
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Post by Blade on Jun 8, 2008 12:57:39 GMT -5
[The camera opens backstage, deep in Dark Angels basement. The gothic decorations unchanged, with a large throne in the centre of the room. The room feels strangely alien, like it doesn't belong anymore. The room isn't empty. In the throne there is a figure, legs hanging over the arms on one side, back resting against the other. One of the man’s arms is hanging loosely at the side, the hand holding a bottle of Jack Daniels. In his other, a strip of cloth, Dark Angels mask. The lifts the mask up, looking at it intently.]
Blade:[/b] Dark Angel is dead.
[Blade lifts the bottle to his mouth, takes a mouthful and lowers his arm again.]
Blade:[/b] I killed him. Yes, his body lies in a hospital bed, still breathing, but his spirit, that thing we all so admired most is gone. It was gone before I faced him, yes; he was just a shallow husk of his former glory. But at Heaven's Gate, I ripped what remained out of his soul and burnt it to ashes. It seems so insignificant, this piece of cloth. But when you look at the bigger picture it is much much more. This cloth is what made the Dark Angel what he was. Daniel Ice was simply a person, but when he donned this mask, he changed and a new personality shot to the surface. The Dark Angel shall never rise again.
[Blade adjusts himself, sitting straight in the chair, drinking from the bottle as he does so.]
Blade:[/b] I killed some of my past last night, erased it. Me and Angel, we have history. A long, bloody history. Friends, and Rivals. We've made people bleed. As a team we caused chaos to our opposition. And we've made each other bleed. Like all friends, we have disagreements. Ours were just more violent than other peoples. I'm only 25 but I wouldn't be surprised if I went through my mid-life crisis in the next year or two. Sure I've been in tons of life shortening matches in my 4 year career, but my matches with Angel have always been the most brutal. I mean, take the other night for example. We both fell over 20ft onto broken glass, barbed wire, florescent light tubes and all manner of dangerous implements. You don't take that kind of drop and be the same as you were before you fall, it’s not possible. My body will forever hold the scars from that match, a reminder of what I sacrificed. I killed my past. And I killed it for a reason.
[Blade again drinks from the bottle, this time gulping it.]
Blade:[/b] My past, it was holding me back. The Dark Angel is dead, but Daniel Ice still lives.....barely. Now I must look towards the future, and I know what I must do.
[Blade stands, removing his eyes from the mask in his hands for the first time, leaving it on the chair, and looks towards the camera.]
Blade:[/b] But first, I need to finish what I started, I shall cleanse the past.
[Suddenly, Blade launches the half empty bottle of JD at the wall. The glass shatters, the remaining contents splashing against the wall, dripping down it. Blade then picks up a nearby candle stand and swings it into a wall, causing the candle stand to bend. Blade continues to rampage around the basement, destroying everything, with only the throne left untouched. After a few minutes the room is a complete mess. Blade, now red with rage, walks up to the camera once again, his face pressed up against the lens.]
Blade:[/b] The past has been destroyed, and my future has just begun. There is just one thing left to destroy, its Demolition Time, bitch.
[Blade shoves the camera to the ground, cracking the camera lens. The only sounds that can be heard are a scuffling of feet, and the splintering of wood as the scene fades to black.]
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Post by Ninja/Killer on Jun 9, 2008 1:09:20 GMT -5
"Godzilla Theme" hits before going into "War Machine" Killer comes out wearing a Detroit Red Wings jersey over his ring gear. Killer heads down to the ring slapping hands with the fans at ringside. Killer enters the ring as his opponent Nightmare is in the ring.
DING DING DING
Killer takes off his Red Wings Jersey and holds it up for the crowd who give it a pop. Killer throws the jersey into the crowd before turning to Nightmare. The two face off a bit before Nightmare swings a kick that hits Killer in the side of the arm. Killer grunts out in pain as Nightmare fires quick jabs to his stomach. Killer attempts a kick to the stomach but Nightmare hits a Dragon Screw. Nightmare then follows up with a Lights Out catching Killer in the side of the head. 1,2 kickout. Nightmare quickly goes to the top rope and attempts Fear but Killer gets the knees up. Killer gets up to his feet and hits a SUPERKICK. Killer lifts Nightmare up and lifts him onto his shoulders. Killer spins Nightmare around then drives him with a DVD. Killer sits Nightmare up and nails a hard Crossface Forearm to Nightmare. Killer lifts Nightmare off the mat and whips him to a corner. Killer charges in and hits a Hardclothesline Killer then nails a Single Arm DDT then applys a Guillontine Choke. Nightmare taps out.
DING DING DING
Killer lets go and rolls Nightmare out of the ring. Killer grabs a mic.
Killer:Alot of people have been asking me Killer what's up, why have you been out of the spotlight around here. The truth is I've been dealing with a few things, but now over the last few weeks I've been finding my way back into things. Here's a little message I got for the jack hole who's been sending me those messages, you better lay off while you still can or I might have to break you in half when I get a hold of you. FHT never forget that Killzilla is here to stay, and you better believe as long as I walk around here there will be devestation and destruction.
Killer drops the mic as "War Machine" hits Legacy goes to a commercial.
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Post by Ninja/Killer on Jun 9, 2008 1:38:54 GMT -5
Legacy returns with Angelica Demonica sitting in Keith Williams office. Angelica wears a White and Black Tube Top and Blue Jeans. Keith sits behind his desk.
KW:Alright Angelica, here's the situation, after losing at Hell Freezes Over Ninja came to me and said he's had enough of FHT and demanded a hiatus. Which I granted, now I told Ninja to come back when ever he's let off some steam and wants to be a team player again. Now I think the question is where does that leave you?
AD:Look Keith, Ninja, Ninja's in a place in his own right now, I tried calling him since the Pay Per View but he won't return my calls. But I think I'm ready to move on I can still be a valuable member of the roster.
KW:Really, you really think so.
AD:I just need to figure out a few things but I promise you I'll have something.
KW:Alright Angie, I hope so, because spring cleaning is coming soon, and I'd hate to add your name to the list, or would I.
Williams smirks as Legacy cuts to another segment.
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Post by Ace Andrews on Jun 10, 2008 3:55:24 GMT -5
The scene fades back from commercial break, to a shot of the commentary table, where we see Wally Wilson, Gary King, and A-Damn Hater talking. WW-”Well Ladies and Gentlemen, up next we have the debut match of Ace Andrews, ELITE’s newest signing. We don’t know much about this guy yet, so we’re hopefully going to find out soon enough.”
ADH-”I, for one, can’t wait. Especially if he’s going to be bringing those hotties with him from the PPV.”Wally’s retort is cut off as the entire arena goes to black, and the titan tron flickers into life with some static. As the static starts getting clear it starts to show four Ace cards between flashes of static. After a few seconds the static leaves to have just an image of the Four Ace cards. After a few seconds the Ace cards turn sideways and fly towards the camera and the text 'YOU'RE GONNA GET ACED!' flashes on and off, going faster and faster until finally some pyro explodes and the PA System kicks in. This is ten percent luck, twenty percent skill Fifteen percent concentrated power of will Five percent pleasure, fifty percent pain And a hundred percent reason to remember the name!A single golden light illuminates the stage, and from the back out struts Ace Andrews! Ace is dressed in a simple pair of long black tights, with two Ace cards on ace leg, and ‘THE ACE’ written on the trunk in big white letters. He is also wearing a singlet, with a picture of his face on the front, and the back has the words YOU HAVE JUST BEEN ACED! He pauses at the top of the ramp, holding both arms out wide, and then turning his back to the crowd before turning to face them again. He starts to stroll down the ramp, looking out at one side of the crowd, then the other as he paces leisurely to the ring. ADH-”Aww….where’s the hotties?”
GK-”I guess he left them backstage A-Damn. None the less, Ace is here and he looks ready to wrestle.”Ace finally reached the ring, hopping up onto the apron, and stepping between the middle and top ropes. He paused, with one foot in the ring, turning to look out at the whole crowd with a smirk and then stepped between the ropes. He paced over to the other side, taking the mike from the announcer. He paused allowing a few seconds for the crowd, which didn’t seem to know how to react, to settle down from their slight buzzing before raising the mike. AA-”That’s much better. When your superiors are out here, getting ready to risk their life for your cheap thrill the least you can do is shut the hell up and listen.”NOW the crowd knows how to react, as instant cheap heat floods the ring, and Ace smirks before raising the mike again. AA-”Now tonight, I go one-on-one with some random jobber. It doesn’t matter to me who they are, where there from, or if they have backup. All that matters to me, is that there the first victim. The first wrestler to find out just what its like to be Aced!”An ‘Asshole’ chant breaks out, but Ace just ignores it, his ego not allowing him to stop talking. AA-”So to whoever is back there, time to come out for your regularly scheduled ass-kicking. I hope all you boys in the back are watching, because this is going to be a live, in living color proof example of why your simply not as good as me. There is no-one living, dead, from the past present or future that can match me in this ring. And tonight, I’ll prove that money really DID buy the best training available. Hell, I’d pay whoever it is to lay down, but why waste the money? Its much more fun for me to beat them.”Ace tosses the mike aside, then takes off his shirt, before backing off to the ropes and stretching slightly, grasping the top rope and leaning back as ‘Eye of the Tiger’ by Survivor kicks in! Ace doesn’t seem affected by this, instead stretching out his arm and crinking his neck, as the camera turns to the stage where Wrestler Uno walks out from the back! WW-”Well that was certainly some…interesting words from Ace Andrews.”
GK-”He can speak all he wants Wally. It’s what he does in the ring that’s going to matter.”Wrestler Uno makes his way down the ramp, and up the stairs as Ace paces back and forth in one corner. Wrestler Uno takes one step between the ropes, leaving one leg inside the ring, while the rest of him is standing on the apron. He pauses to wave at the fans, and quick as lightning Ace takes his chance, racing over and kicking Uno’s left leg out from under him! Uno trips up, his left leg whiplashing onto the ropes as he stumbles onto the apron, then bounces onto the cement floor. The ref glares at Ace but rings for the bell as Andrews climbs to the outside DING DING DING Ace quickly lifts up the still recovering Uno, whipping him straight into the Ring steps, where Uno races and crashes over them,, his left knee colliding first. Ace follows him around, and glancing down spots Uno clutching at his sore left leg. Ace grabs the sore leg, dragging it over, and propping it over the top steel step. He holds the foot there, and then yells down at Uno a little before BOOTING Uno’s ankle! Ace keeps his hold on the foot, booting it twice more, slamming it between his foot and the steel step, before lifting his foot up and slamming it down over the side of the top step! Ace finally lets go of the leg, pausing to jaw off some fans as Uno clutches at his ankle. Ace turns back around picking Uno up and rolling him into the ring. Uno starts to crawl away, but Ace grabs his left leg, dragging it back under the bottom rope until his shin is halfway off the apron, then steps back a pace, before dropping an elbow over the shin! Ace backs up a little more, getting more momentum, before doing it again! The ref yells out of the ring at Ace who smirks, then climbs into the ring, purposely walking up the steps and across the apron, stepping onto Uno’s knee as he balances himself with the top rope! He holds his position for a few seconds then steps next to the leg, and grabs the top rope in both arms. He slingshots up, as if to hop over the top rope, but instead ‘botches’ it and ‘accidentally’ comes down over Uno’s leg! Uno screams out in pain while Ace begs off the ref, swearing it was an accident, before sliding in under the bottom rope. Ace grabs Uno, dragging him to his feet, where Uno stumbles around, only able to put slight pressure on his left leg. Ace grabs the sore knee, lifting Uno up by it, and then hitting it with a shinbreaker. Uno hits the mat, screaming out in pain again as Ace poses for a few seconds, allowing him to get a slight breath back. Ace finally walks over to Uno, who has crawled towards the corner. Ace drags him to his feet in the corner, drilling him with an elbow to the jaw, followed by a knee to the stomach. He then grabs the arm, going to whip Uno across the ring, but instead pulls him back slamming him chest first into the turnbuckles. Uno slams into the turnbuckles and staggers back out, where Ace drills him with a dropkick to the back of his left knee! Uno goes down screaming again as Ace stands up, brushing his hair back with a smirk, as the ref checks on Uno. Ace walks over to Uno, brushing aside the ref, and grabbing Uno by his mask. He drags him to his feet, then hooks him under both arms, and slams him back down with a Belly-to-Belly Suplex! Ace clambers back to his feet, his confidence building while Uno is clutching at his knee. Ace simply poses for the crowd, screaming out how great he is, while behind him, Uno clutches at the ropes and starts dragging himself to his feet. Ace turns back and walks over towards Uno, but the ref steps between them telling Ace to back off while Uno has the ropes. Ace just shrugs and brushes past the ref, but for the brief second the refs back is turned, Uno lashes out, drilling Ace square between the legs! Ace clutches at his groin and hits the floor, while Uno clutches back at the ropes dragging himself to his feet. Uno finally gets to his feet, and starts to step slowly, hobbling on his bad knee. He turns to face Ace as he gets up, one hand still clutching at his groin. Uno drills him with two forearm smashes, then whips him into the ropes. Off the ropes, Uno, bends down and hoists Ace over for a Back Body Drop. Uno clutches at his knee once more, the pressure causing him slight pain, but he turns around and drills a recovering Ace with a Clothesline. Ace gets back up, and Uno clotheslines him again, the momentum slightly turning. Ace staggers up, and Uno hooks him for a neckbreaker, but Ace grabs the top rope, and Uno staggers forward, not able to drag Ace down with him. Uno clambers back to his feet, but when gets there is greeted by Ace with a Slingshot Crossbody! Uno rolls through with it into the cover for a 1…2..NO! Ace and Uno both get to their feet, and Uno goes for another clothesline, drilling Ace and trying to put him to the floor! Ace however grabs the top rope on his way past, and manages to land on the apron. He stands back up, waiting on the apron, as Uno gets back to his feet, his back to the apron. Uno starts to shake some life back to his leg, backing up slightly…and Ace reaches over, locking a surprised Uno in a Katahajime! The ref walks over, screaming at Ace and making the count 1…2…3…4..and Ace lets go. Uno staggers forward clutching at his throat, and Ace grabs the top rope, and drills Uno with a slingshot dropkick to his bad knee! Uno goes down, dead centre of the ring, clutching at his knee once more as Ace smirks and stands up. Ace strolls casually over to Uno, grabs his legs, steps between them, cross the legs over, and then pauses to scream out at the fans. He steps over almost casually locking Uno into a Sharpshooter! Uno screams out in pain, his sore knee giving him immense pain as he is in the centre of the ring. Ace only holds onto Uno’s legs with one arm, casually reminding everyone of how great he is while he continues to hold the pressure onto Uno’s legs. Uno claws at the mat for a few seconds, before screaming at the ref NO when he’s asked if he quits. Uno pushes down with his arms, pushing his body off the floor, but elevating the angle of the sharpshooter, causing him more pain. Uno slowly starts to pull his entire body towards the ropes, clutching at them with great exertion as Ace just leans back further, putting more pressure on the knee. Uno lowered himself with one arm, screaming out in pain. Ace smirked thinking he had the match won, but with his last burst of strength, Uno jumped forward, grasping the bottom rope with his right hand! Ace was told to let go by the ref, but refused to, leaning back even further still, almost bending Uno in half as the ref counted 1…2…3…4..Ace finally let go, but the damage was done to Uno, as he lay there, writhing in pain. Ace screamed at the ref for a few seconds, claiming Uno had tapped, but the ref told him differently, telling him to back off unless he wanted to be DQ’d! Ace finally held up both arms and turned back to Uno who was now clutching at the second rope. Ace halted, now with one hand raised, holding up four signals, his hand sign for the Trump Card! Uno dragged himself to his feet, and once again staggered backwards. Ace calmly hooked him into the reverse headlock, and quick as a dash, drilled him with the Trump Card! Uno’s head hit the floor hard, bouncing off the mat as Ace almost casually draped a single arm over Uno for the ONE…TWO…THR-! And Ace hopped up, breaking the cover. Ace shook his head, telling the Crowd it wasn’t enough, before dragging Uno over to the corner. He climbed to the top rope, pausing to cackle at the crowd, before launching off and landing The Joker perfectly straight onto Uno’s chest. The ref slid across once again making the count of ONE…TWO…THR-! And again Ace broke the cover, this time by sliding Uno’s leg under the bottom rope. Gasping in mock horror, he stood up, then faked an argument with the ref over the non-existent three as the ref just told Ace to pin him. Ace shook his head, before rolling his wrists, and turning back to a very groggy Uno who was trying to sit up. Ace simply punted him in the head, then grabbed Uno’s legs, dragged him back to the center of the ring, crossed his legs and locked in the Wildcard! Uno was dead center of the ring, as Ace leaned back, almost bending Uno in half as he pulled back on Uno’s legs. Uno didn’t even fight this time, instantly screaming out in pain and slamming his hand on the mat and the ref called for the bell, ending the slaughter. Winner: Ace Andrews Ace didn’t seem to care, yanking back on the Cloverleaf a little more as Uno continually tapped the mat in pain. The ref finally got Ace to break his hold, threatening to over-turn the decision and grant Uno the win by DQ. Ace let go, as ‘Remember the Name’ by Fort Minor hit the PA System. WW-”Well we weren’t expecting a close match, but I don’t think any of us expected a slaughter of THOSE proportions.”
GK-”I certainly didn’t. A lot of these young rookies, they come in preaching how great they are, and then just can’t back it up. Well Ace proved tonight he can back it up, and then some. He came in with a solid plan, and he followed through with it.”
ADH-”And did you see the way he went back to inflict even more pain on Uno? THAT’S how you send a message. He could have pinned Uno after the Trumpcard. He didn’t. He could have pinned Uno after the Joker. He didn’t. No Ace sent a message to the back there by making Uno tap. He showed just how serious he is, when he says he’s the best.”
WW-”I have to agree with you there A-Damn. Tonight was all about sending a messa…wait, what the hell is he doing now?”Ace slipped out of the ring, walking over to the timekeepers table. Shoving the timekeeper aside, he reached behind him, pulling out some playing cards? Ace slipped back into the ring, where the ref was helping Uno to his feet. The ref turned Uno slightly around, and Ace launched in, slamming his foot into Uno’s jaw with a move he calls The Flop! Uno goes straight back down again, as Ace glares down at him. The ref starts to admonish Ace who backs up a couple of paces, and goes to turn away. The ref starts to turn back to Uno, but quick as a flash Ace KO’s HIM with a Flop! The ref hits the floor next to Uno, and Ace pulls out two playing cards, and drops one on each of their chests. He then turns and slips between the ropes, heading for the back as the camera zooms in to reveal an Ace on both chests as we fade to commercial.
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Post by Soon on Jun 10, 2008 12:00:15 GMT -5
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"Sick" Nick™
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Post by "Sick" Nick™ on Jun 10, 2008 18:45:21 GMT -5
After the brief debut clip is shown, a shot of the back area is show, where Ulster is in the back, catching up with FHT Official, Cowboy and GM, Keith Williams.
Ulster: … Yea, I’ve been doing good.
Keith Williams: Well, it’s good to see you back.
Cowboy: Yea, it definitely is.
Keith Williams: Stop by my office later, and we’ll talk a little contract, OK?
Ulster: Yea, that sounds goo…
Then from behind the camera, a microwave door smacks Ulster in the back of the head, sending him face first into the concrete wall. Ulster goes down instantly.
Keith Williams: What the hell are you doing!?!
The camera turns to see the culprit, to reveal “Sick” Nick. Nick drops the microwave door and leans down to get in Ulster’s face.
Keith Williams: Security! Cowboy, get security.
Gary King: Where did he get a microwave door from?
AdRock: It looks like… It is! That’s from the cafeteria!
Keith tries to get Nick away from Ulster, but gets pushed onto his backside as Nick gets back into Ulster’s face.
“Sick” Nick: Is that enough passion for you? HUH! Is that enough!?!
You want to go out there and rip on the smarks… But the bottom line is, you’re one of them. You think you know everything about me. But you don’t! You think I’ve lost my passion. Well, you want to talk about passion. Then let’s talk about your passion. Oh wait, what passion? I have more passion in my little pinky then you have in your whole body. While you sat at home for three years, I’ve been putting my body on the line regardless of what injuries I may have. Even with my current injuries, still I walk to that ring and give it my all. I’m sorry it’s not enough for you. It must have been tough sitting at home, not being able to watch me every week.
Cowboy returns with a two security guards, who grab Nick and try to pull him away, but Nick pushes them off him and gets back into Ulster’s face.
“Sick” Nick: And don’t think we’re even yet. Not by a long shot.
Cowboy grabs Nick as the two security guards help.
“Sick” Nick: I’ll finish what I started in the ring tonight. I’ll show you ALL my passion!
Keith Williams: No you’re not. You’re not showing anyone anything! Ulster is in no condition to fight tonight, thanks to you.
“Sick” Nick: It sucks when people attack you from behind, huh?
Keith Williams: It’s going to suck even more for you. I’m sending you home without pay. Why don’t you go to your room and think about what you just did?
Wally Wilson: Who does he think he is? John McLaren?
An unhappy smirk comes over Nick’s face as the two security guards and Cowboy take Nick away.
“Sick” Nick: Typical.
The camera moves closer in on Ulster’s face as he holds his head, where a little bit of blood has started to trickle out from the concrete wall.
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Crusher Casey
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Post by Crusher Casey on Jun 10, 2008 21:12:20 GMT -5
We see that there is a bunch of news crew gathering outside one of the dressing rooms and we see Crusher Casey coming out, he walks up and asks that there are no questions to be asked, he has something very important to say.....
Crusher Casey: Thanks for coming, I just came from Boston Ma. The Lahey Clinic where I was diagnosed with a rare form of Cancer, now I know that Elite will understand when I say it has NOT been the most wonderful time here, you know with all the BULLSHIT that goes on backstage....They failed to see what a TRUE WRESTLER is, they choose to go with the likes of LBM,BLADE,BLUE...and so on, my list could go on but my time is short, I just want to thank my fans who stood by me, I'm going back to boston to put a stop to this Cancer, and when it is gone and I get the clearence to come back, Elite and FHT WILL NEVER BE THE SAME AGAIN !!!!!
Casey then just walks back to the dressing room and shuts the door, everyone is "dumbfounded" by Crushers statement, lets hope that he makes a full recovery from this...........
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Post by Blade on Jun 12, 2008 12:13:08 GMT -5
[The camera opens backstage at the opening to the Dark Angels former domain. The narrow staircase drops sharply into darkness, a vague outline of the door just visible in the dingy light. The door opens, bathing the stairwell with light from the basement. Blades shadowy figure stands in the doorway, his features shrouded in the darkness. His left hand is once again tightly griping the mask of the Dark Angel, but he also appears to be clutching something in his right. Blade looks at the object in his right hand, as he begins to walk up the stairs. A small smile is vaguely seen, as Blade hides the object in his trench coat. The door swings closed behind him with a band, as Blade notices the camera, his smile quickly disappearing. Blade finishes his walk, the camera pulling back to continue tracking his movements. As he reaches the top of the stairs, he narrowly avoids walking into Kristen Ricci, mic in hand.]
Kristen Ricci: Blade, I was just coming to look for you.
Blade: What do you want?
Kristen Ricci: I just wanted to ask you a few questions, is that ok?
Blade: Make it quick.
Kristen Ricci: Last night, you went through hell of a match with the Dark Angel which you eventually managed to win. How did it feel winning your return match?
Blade: Were you not fucking watching? I’m grieving over the loss of my friend, who gives a crap about the match. Hurry up and ask me a new question before I get pissed off.
Kristen Ricci: Sorry Blade. Ok, what did you mean earlier when you said you have to look towards the future?
Blade: That’s a bit better. Let me just say this, I have a plan. I'm heading straight to the top of this company. One thing Angel taught me during our friendship is that everything happens for a reason, and a man’s destiny will never change no matter what path he takes. My destiny, to win a World Championship, the top belt in an organisation. A sign of prestige. A sign of respect. I -WILL- get to the very top of this organisation. I don't care who I have to beat. I don't care what I have to do. I -WILL- take my rightful position at the very top of this organisation. Nothing will stop me from reaching my destiny, and my legacy shall be complete. That belt will sit snugly around my waist and it will require death to pry it from my fingers. I will forever imprint my mark on this company, and in the entire wrestling world. Blade is back and he will be kicking arse.
Kristen Ricci: But why come back and do that here, why in ELITE?
Blade: As far as I'm concerned, this is the only place that I can do it. You see, I can define my entire career by 4 certain companies that I’ve worked for. First the XWE, where I made my television debut. That is where I began. I won a title on my first match, and quickly progressed into the world title picture. But it was not to be, and XWE went out of business 3 months after I started. That’s where I moved to the second company. Owned by fellow XWE star Drew Menace, it was a that was born out of XWE. It was only natural that it was the place I would go next. It was there I developed my skills. I never really had a major run, although I was and still am the longest reigning wXw champion in history, and since the wXw is also no longer active that’s one record I will not be losing anytime soon. During this time I also worked in companies like HXWF, XWF, UCW and god knows where else. I trained my skills against the best in the world and it made me who I am now. Then I went on a brief hiatus. I was tired of it, I was working so much and I had made more than enough money to live on for a few months. Not long afterwards, I got contacted by Deon Hart, better known as LBM. I had worked with him very briefly in another fed. He was forming a stable called the Hardcore 4 Horseman in FHT and wanted me to be apart of it. I was reluctant at the time to rejoin the wrestling community so I needed to think about it. However, by the time I had made my decision it was far too late and the stable was already in full swing. But I signed an FHT contract anyway and boy am I glad that I did. Because of Dijon’s influence I progressed very quickly, winning the FHT Hardcore Title and being pushed into a main event feud with Mister Harte himself. I was an inch from winning that match, until I got smacked in the head by one Wally Wilson with a briefcase, although as I'm sure he still remembers to this day I kicked his arse for that. But that was pretty much it for me in FHT. I had a disagreement with management and left.
Kristen Ricci: At which point you defected and joined ELITE, correct?
Blade: Defected is a bit of a harsh word but yes, you are correct. ELITE is the 4th and final company that has defined who I am in the wrestling industry today. I've spent most of my career here; I've been here since the beginning. Ok I've not been here the entire time but I'm part of this company. And to me, it will always be ELITE, my home, even if it has 'merged' with FHT. That is why I chose this company. There are a lot of people here who don't believe I can do this. But I will prove that I am championship material and I will reach the very top of this organisation. And as a warning to every single member on this roster. Get in my way; I -will- kill you, just like I did last night to my best friend. No hesitation, no regrets.
Kristen Ricci: Very ambitious goal but I have to ask, how do you plan on doing that?
Blade: Well I don't know if I should te-¬.....Please excuse me Kristen, I have some other business I need to attend to.
[Blade walks past a confused Kristen, as the camera continues to track Blades movements. Blade slows, and Ace Andrews walks into the picture. Blade and Ace just stand and stare at each other. Blade is the first to speak.]
Blade: Been a long time hasn’t it?
Ace Andrews: It has been. What do you want?
Blade: I’ve booked us into a tag match next week.
Ace Andrews: And what the fuck will I get out of that?
Blade: Ok, listen here Ace. You –will- be in that ring as my tag team partner next week, -if- you want to stay on my good side:
Ace Andrews: What if I refuse?
Blade: That would be a very, very stupid decision on your part. As I have said, anyway who gets in my way will be hurt. Help me, and your stay on my good side.
Ace Andrews: So why did you pick me?
Blade: Because, out of every single fucker on this roster, I know I can trust you and I know you have my back. And you know that I have got your back, hell I saved your life remember. Triple Fusion Cage. You and me up on the rafters. You lost your footing and were forced to hang on for dear life. And I could have just left you hanging there, finished the match and let you fall. But I pulled you up.
Ace Andrews: How could I forget. Alright I’m in, but I’m not doing this for your sake.
Blade: Want to know who our opponents are?
Ace Andrews: Who gives a crap, with us together we can’t lose.
[Blade simply smiles and walks past Ace, who continues walking in the opposite direction. Kristen walks back into the picture again, still looking confused. She just sighs as the camera cuts to commercial.]
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Post by The F'N Legend Lbm on Jun 12, 2008 15:28:49 GMT -5
Nothing Else Matters hits...[/b][/size]
Pyrotechnics explode from the huge screen and all over the metal ramp as Metallica blasts out throughout the arena. The pyro and fireworks stop leaving a thick cloud of smoke in the ramp as stepping through it comes the reigning FHT Hardcore Champion, [the f'n legend] Lbm.
Wearing cut off jeans and a hooded t-shirt with the words "SATAN MARK" on it and clutching the fht hardcore championship belt, Lbm quickly slides into the ring and asks for a microphone from ringside. His music dies off as loud boos are given off by everyone in the crowd.[/b][/size]
Wally Wilson:[/b][/size] There is no love lost here between the reigning FHT Hardcore Champion Lbm and these fans thats for damn sure!
Gary King:[/b][/size] Obviously these fans took exception to Lbm's "ducking out" of his match with Reverend Daddy Joe at Hell Freezes Over! RDJ is no fan favorite but the fans were left disappointed.
Wally Wilson:[/b][/size] To update you Reverend Daddy Joe was taken to the hospital with minor burns and whiplash following Lbm's car ram attack. He discharged himself and ain't been heard of since.
Lbm:[/b][/size] Still... the reigning FHT Hardcore Champion, the 1st ever champ, the fuckin' legend... Lbm!!! You see Joe it didn't have to come to that. Not for one second. We were best friends. Had been for years! We could have sorted something out! We didn't have to do that brutality on the ppv. Me and your mother Joe - if I'd have known it would be that much of a problem to you - I never would have contemplated anything like what happened!
Joeseph - you brought it all on yourself! I didn't wanna have to be the guy to beat you up and embarrass you on national pay per view! Thats not what I wanted. Joe this thing with me and your mum. This could have been the best thing to ever happen to us. We could have been a family. Let me be honest Joe. Cause I know your watching.
Me and your mother. Vickie. Me and Vickie - we click Joe! I have never met a woman quite like your mother Joe. She might be a little bit older (she's 60 - I'm late 30s) but she gets me like no other woman ever did. Joe your mother is so special and Joe I know you don't wanna hear this - but I think I have fallen head over heels in love with her. And so I am stuck. My head says Joe is your friend - don't hurt him. But my heart says do what makes you happy.
The crowd boo Lbm.[/b][/size]
Lbm:[/b][/size] I don't expect none of you people to understand! Vickie and me... It's something special! It's something so real! I've been married three times and I have never felt like this before. This is it for me! All these years of womanizing, living the life of a playboy. Its not what I want anymore. I wanna settle down with a good woman. A woman I can talk to and feel safe with. And I've met that woman! I've met her and Reverend Daddy Joe I'm sorry to say this - but it's your mother Vickie!
Reverend Daddy Joe has not been in touch with anyone from FHT/ELITE since Hell Freezes Over. On the night of the event after our FHT Hardcore Championship match, in which I tried to avoid out of respect for his mother, Joe checked himself out of hospital. Where he went that night is a mystery! His mother Vickie has not heard from him. His mobile phone is turned off and his last known address - well he hasn't been back there.
Joe wherever you are, get in touch mate. Your mother is worried sick. Hell I am worried sick. But in the mean time life goes on. Just because you have walked out on your job and disappointed so many people - doesn't mean I can. And so I'm still here. I will keep defending my FHT Hardcore Championship belt in your honor Joe. With your mother by my side! You don't have to worry RDJ. Your mum is in my locker room tonite watching this and she's going to be staying with me indefinitely.
I wouldn't leave her on her own Joe. I wouldn't be that cruel. And Joe when you decide to come back, well me and your mum - we'll welcome you back into the family with open arms. Everything will be forgiven. I know more than anyone - life's too short... ... ... ... yeah life's too short. Damn what am I doing. I've learnt that life is for the living. Just cause Joe's gone - doesn't mean we can't all get on with our own lives. Vickie - get out here... Yo somebody get Vickie and get her out here in the ring now!
The fans dont know what to think as Lbm has called for Vickie (RDJ's mother). We see a crew member in the back going to Lbm's locker room and escorting the 60 year old out of the locker room and toward the ring. Inside the ring Lbm is smiling as she is brought out down the ramp. The crowd boo her arrival.[/b][/size]
Wally Wilson:[/b][/size] There is no love lost here between the reigning FHT Hardcore Champion Lbm and these fans thats for damn sure!
Gary King:[/b][/size] What is this all about?
Wally Wilson:[/b][/size] I still can not believe that Lbm and RDJ's mother are an item despite a 20 year plus age gap are an item.
Gary King:[/b][/size] Its fair to say that Lbm's relationship with RDJ's mother has deprived these fans of seeing RDJ here each week on FHT/ELITE as it seems that is why he has gone!
Wally Wilson:[/b][/size] Joe weren't a fan favorite but these fans respected him and enjoyed the entertainment he brought to this programme each week.
Vickie (RDJ's mother) has been escorted by security down the aisle and helped into the ring. The fans boo as she looks shocked to have been invited down here at this time. Lbm hugs her and she hugs him back.[/b][/size]
Lbm:[/b][/size] Vickie... You look beautiful. I seriously - I can't believe how radiant you are tonite. Vickie listen... I know that there is an age difference and I know that having your son Reverend Daddy Joe so opposed to us being a couple is hard on you and indeed me.
But Vickie - these past few weeks with you... I've loved every single minute of it. And I can't imagine my life without you in it. Vickie what I am trying to say is... I'm in love with you. I am head over heels in love with you and maybe this is all just a little to fast. But screw it - how do you put a time on these things.
Vickie... Vickie... My darling Vickie... Will you marry me???
The place erupts in a mixture of cheers, jeers and boos with a spattering of RDJ chants.[/b][/size]
Gary King:[/b][/size] Oh my gawd. Did he just?
Wally Wilson:[/b][/size] Yep... He did! Lbm just asked RDJ's mother Vickie to be the 4th Mrs Lbm!!!
Vickie:[/b][/size] YES!!! YES!!! I WILL MARRY YOU!!!
The place boos loud as Lbm throws his arms around RDJ's mother and the two begin kissing in the centre of the ring. Lbm is overjoyed and he picks up Vickie and spins her round. He lifts her up on his shoulder like Macho Man used to do with Miss Elizabeth as the fans show their disapproval.
Lbm's music plays again as the two celebrate their union. Suddenly FHT General Manager Keith William's music hits as he emerges from the back with the ELITE General Manager Sally Wilson in tow interrupting the situation.[/b][/size]
Keith Williams:[/b][/size] You know it's not everyday that me and the ELITE General Manager agree on something, but I guess this is the first time ever. You do remember your ex wife, the ELITE GM Sally Wilson?
Sally Wilson:[/b][/size] So Dijon you've decided to get married another time. Well let me be the first to congratulate you and your old trollop of a bride. Vickie you have lots to look forward to when you marry that one let me tell you. But hey if 3 inches is your thing - well your gonna have a blast!
Dijon you see you have had an easy time of it since becoming FHT Hardcore Champion. Thats maybe the way these FHT boys do things but don't forget that you are ELITE talent and I think it's about time you faced off against a member of ELITE. Just show you aint forgotten were it is you came from. So next week... Lbm it's gonna be you taking on... NIN HORROR!!!
Lbm looks petrified as the fans cheer the announcement of the big match for next week. Lbm is enraged as Keith hugs Lbm's ex wife Sally Wilson. Lbm is furious obviously wanting no part of NIN Horror next week![/b][/size]
Gary King:[/b][/size] Lbm wants none of NIN Horror! Geez christ when you look at what happened poor old Simz on ppv!
Wally Wilson:[/b][/size] Good girl! Good girl! Well done Sally. Daddy loves you... that'll be my pleasure to call next week - the first ever meeting between NIN Horror and Lbm. Champ versus Champ! Thats gonna be big!
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Absolute Horror
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Post by Absolute Horror on Jun 12, 2008 15:57:50 GMT -5
Gary King: Ladies and gentlemen we will now be getting an update on the condition of ELITE wrestler Simz. As you may know, Simz was hospitalized after he was viscously attacked by NIN Horror following their GHC title match at Hell Freezes Over. ~~REPLAY~~REPLAY~~ Additionally, doctors have been having difficulty stabilizing Simz because of the chemical NIN Horror injected him with known only as “Solution Y”. We will now go live to Pietro Sanchez who is reporting from Simz’ hospital. Monday Night Legacy goes to Pietro Sanchez, live from Beaumont Hospital in Dublin Ireland. He is standing by outside Simz’ room. Pietro Sanchez: Hello Gary. Fortunately, and not so fortunately, I have good news and bad news to report. Simz was stabilized in Moscow, and he has since been flown to Beaumont Hospital, closer to home in Dublin Ireland. The doctors say that the Solution Y has completely left his system, and Simz has had surgery for all of his facial injuries. However, Simz has apparently slipped into what doctors hope is a coma. Simz was slipping in and out of them frequently when he was first interred into medical care, but he has not awoken from this coma in days. He is on life support, and his doctors are hopping that he’ll slip out of this one, but they are not sure if he will. Gary Gary King: Um Pietro, what do the doctors say will happen ifwhen Simz wakes up? Pietro Sanchez: Well there’s another bit of bad news. The doctors are saying that if Simz comes out of this coma he might have diminished mental capabilities. Some believe he might have to deal with amnesia, while a few others are speculating that the damage to Simz’ brain might put him in a vegetative state. Gary King: My goodness!Pietro Sanchez: Gary there is much diversity in opinion among Simz’ doctors, so it’s hard to get a definite diagnosis at this time. A neurological expert is being flown in from Sweden. Hopefully he can bring some clarity - to--- Sanchez pauses and looks away as the sounds of reporters and flashbulbs becomes louder and louder. Gary King: Pietro what’s going on down there? Pietro Sanchez: I’m not sure. There’s a tight pack of photographers and reporters making their way over here, wait a minute, they seem to be following someone, oh wait, I think I see him, oh, oh it’s NIN Horror. NIN Horror is in the hospital and he’s making his way to Simz’ room! The fans erupt in boos. Gary King: Pietro what’s he doing, what is NIN Horror doing there? NIN Horror is surrounded by paparazzi and is wearing black cowboy boots, black slacks, a black shirt, a black jacket, thick black shades, and a black cowboy hat. NIN is holding a bouquet of flowers and a ‘get well soon’ card as he makes his way to Simz’ room. Sanchez tries to stop him just before he enters the room. Pietro Sanchez: NIN, NIN, what are you doing here? Why are you here? NIN Horror: I’m just trying to visit an old friend in the hospital, what are you doing here? NIN shoves past Sanchez as he enters Simz room. NIN walks around the bed of the comatose Simz and sets up his flowers and card with all the others around the window. NIN looks down at Simz as the paparazzi snaps pictures from the doorway. Sanchez shoves his way past the press and gets in the room. He stands on the opposite side of the bed of NIN. Pietro Sanchez: NIN, the doctors say he might not wake up. Do you feel at all regretful for what you did? NIN Horror: Are you seriously asking me if I’m sorry about what I did, right here on the man’s deathbed? Pietro Sanchez: It’s not that serious, but you may still have taken this young man’s livelihood, his youth. NIN Horror: The nerve of some people. Just how bad are Legacy’s ratings, that they have to resort to salty tabloid journalism like this? You want to know if I’m sorry that this man is a vegetable? Well I’m not. The fans boo. NIN Horror: I hit both Erik Scorpio and Killer with the Chain Lariat™ and they both bounced back. What’s his problem? Look, I’m sure that Simz will get the best care possible and that he’ll get all better thanks to daddy’s money. But until then, I’m just here paying my respects, which is a card, and cheap flowers. I’m not answering any more of your offensive questions about Simz, but I’d be glad to talk about my new DVD, “NIN Horror: Louder Than Bombs; The Best Promos, Speeches, & Interviews Vol. 1”, available everywhere July first! The fans boo the callous NIN Horror as Sanchez holds his earpiece to his head. He is getting details as NIN is attempting to pitch his new DVD to the press. Pietro Sanchez: NIN I’d hate to cut you off but I’m just getting it over the wire that you’ve been booked in a match against … Lbm! The fans cheer as NIN whips off his glasses. He is not amused. NIN Horror: What!? Pietro Sanchez: Yes, next week on Monday Night Legacy you are booked against Lbm! NIN Horror: How? In what kind of match!? What’s on the line!? Pietro Sanchez: I don’t know, there’s no other details at this time. But it is confirmed, you WILL be fighting Lbm next week for the first time ever! The fans cheer as NIN looks agitated. NIN Horror: Ohh, Sanchez, I’m going to get to the bottom of this! … damnit! … I’m too underpaid for this nonsense … … The fans cheer as NIN storms off murmuring to himself. The paparazzi follow him snapping pictures as he storms off…
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Post by Ash Strife on Jun 13, 2008 18:17:35 GMT -5
The ring is empty in the arena when a video begins to play on the titan tron: The initials “L.B.M.” are on the stage and it looks like the letters appear toslowly bleed before bursting into flames. It then shows three little blonde hair girls playing jump rope and singing the theme to a night mare on Elm Street.
One two Ash is coming for you
Three four better lock your door
Five Six get your crucifix
Seven Eight don’t stay up late
Nine ten never sleep again
The lights then go out and “Gimmie Gimmie Bloodshed” by Wednesday 13 blast over the PA as CAK walks through the curtains with a look of determination on his face. CAK has a mic in his hands and makes his way to the ring.
Gunther: CAK IS BACK!
Wilson: Indeed but look he is not the calm goofy minded giant we knew something seems darker about him.
CAK enters the ring and raises the mic.
CAK: LBM!
CAK stares at the stage waiting for a response.
CAK: Get out here and face me!
Again nothing happens.
Wilson: CAK is in a trance… but remember it was LBM and RDJ that took this big man out.
CAK lets out a sick smile
CAK: well if you won’t face me I will just send you a message.
CAK lowers the mic and then proceeds to blast the ref in the head with it. Dropping the mic CAK sets up the ref and plants him with his signature spinning sit down lst ride style power bomb. CAK then climbs out of the ring and reaches under and pulls out a gas can and pours the liquid over the ref. back stage security begin to run down to the ring and stop CAK before he can set the ref on fire. CAK begins to laugh like a mad man before screaming like a mad man.
CAK: LBM I AM COMING FOR MY TITLE!
The security guards come and force CAK out of the ring as he laughs uncontrollably
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