Monday Night Legacy - July 7th, 2008

[The F'N Legend Lbm]

Monday, July 7^TH, 2008

Live from Madison Square Garden, New York City--------------------

A HUGE HUGE MATCH
The Main Event

Satan, Soul Reaper, & “Sick” Nick
-vs-
The Peep's Champ, Keith Williams, & Ulster


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LBM LOTTERY 2008
FHT HARDCORE CHAMPIONSHIP
FHT Rules Match

Lbm [c] -vs- Lottery Winner



TAG TEAM MATCH
Non-Title

Ace Andrews & Blade [c] -vs- The Crew



SINGLES
Match

Crazy Ash Killa -vs- Justin Sane


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PLUS

The FHT/ELITE Apprentice: Promo Contest!!!

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ALSO FEATURING

FHT Undisputed Champion/ELITE Heavyweight Champion
The Peep's Champ
FHT Hardcore Champion/ELITE Global Honored Crown
Lbm
FHT/ELITE Tag Team Champions
Ace Andrews & Blade
FHT GM - Keith Williams
ELITE GM - Sally Wilson
"Sick" Nick
Satan
Ulster
Soul Reaper
Killer
Crusher Casey
Max Venom



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- 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 Legacy in the world's most famous arena Madison Square Garden, were we are still so much in shock at what happened two weeks ago. It was Ulster versus a former champion that turned out to be former FCW Champion Rockhard. But it was all a set up!

Gary King:
First "Sick" Nick came out to attack Ulster. Then Keith William's came out to help Ulster in a shocking twist. Then Soul Reaper came out to aid his former tag partner. And then The Peep's Champ came out to help Ulster/Keith Williams and then finally Satan came out to help Reaper/"Sick" Nick. It was insane!

A-Damn Hater:
The FHT/ELITE is buzzing because of what happened. We are all in shock and we need answers. Tonite we'll get answers and we will also see some huge wrestling matches with a huge unannounced main event rumored and not forgetting the new holder of the Global Honored Crown and FHT Hardcore Champion Lbm will be here.

[Ash Strife]

One two ash is coming for you…
Three four better lock your door
Five six get your crucifix
Seven late don’t stay up late
Nine ten never sleep again

The arena goes dark and Wednesday 13’s Gimmie Gimmie bloodshed blast over the PA.

Announcer: The following contest is for one fall, weighing in at 450 ibs, standing over 7 feet tall… CRAZY ASH KILLA!


CAK walks through the curtain with the retired TV title around his waist and enters the ring. He turns around as "Survival of the Sickest" by Saliva blast and Justin Sane slowly walks out.

Announcer: and his opponent weighing in at 295 ibs and standing at 6’9… JUSTIN SANE!

Sane enters the ring and the two big men eye each other.

Wally Wilson: here we go CAK vs Sane… battle of two hosses and here and CAK’s true comeback match.

Adamn hater: but with this new attitude you have to feel be worried I mean i= he left the ref and announcer laid out last week after his match was cancelled due to unfortunate events.

Wally Wilson: well here they go.

CAK and Sane lock up and CAK easily over powers the smaller wrestler into a corner. CAK begins to unload with heavy fist onto Sane as the ref goes to put an end to the closed fist approach. The ref counts to four and CAK ends the assault to power whip Sane in the opposite corner. CAK then charges across the ring like a train and smashes Sane to cause him to slump in the corner. CAK starts to drive knees right into the face and again the ref breaks it up. CAK takes a lunge for the ref causeing him to slide under the rope scared for his life.

Wally Wilson: CAK is relentless and seems to be out for blood, it doesn’t matter who’s either.

Adamn hater: look the ref won’t get back in the ring… well Sane nice knowing ya.

CAK pulls Sane out of the corner and presses him above his head and drops him into a Samoan drop. CAK goes for a pin but there is no count due to the ref not being in the ring. CAK gets off of Sane and stares a hole at the ref. CAK leaves the ring and goes for the ref as Sane gets to his feet and vaults him self over the rope knocking CAK down. Sane quickly gets to his feet and start to stomp CAK as he slowly powers his way to his feet. Sane goes for an Irish whip only for CAK to reverse it into a whip of his own making Sane collide with the ring post. CAK turns his attention back to the ref and grabs him while he is caught off guard. CAK throws the ref back into the ring. CAK goes to pick up sane but Sane hits him with a low blow. Reaching under the ring Sane grabs a lead pipe and a cracks CAK in the head.

Wally Wilson: look two DQing moves by Sane but the ref is allowing it… looks like this match just became a hardcore match mid match.

Sane goes for another swing this time busting CAK open. As he raises the bar one more time CAK hits him with a low blow of his own. CAK get to his feet and hits Sane with a hard headbutt making the smaller man stagger. CAK picks up the bar and begins to hang Sane by the neck with the bar out side the ring. Sane tries fighting CAK by driving kicks and such to the ligs and elbows the t upper body but he starts to fade and until CAK drives him headfirst into a ring post with force. CAK then slides Sane under the bottom rope and stands there signaling for the end. Picking up Sane’s limp body, he sets him up for the abyss of woe the sit down spinning last ride power bomb!

Wally Wilson: Abysses of Woe and CAK is not done and he sets up Sane on his shoulder and sits him self on the top rope… AWESOME BOMB FROM THE TOP ROPE!

Adamn Hater: Holy shit Sane did you see the ring shake?

CAK goes and puts his foot on the chest of Sane.

ONE…
TWO…
Three…

Announcer: here is your winner… CRAZY ASH KILLA!

Gimmie Gimmie Bloodshed by Wednesday 13 plays as CAK laughs and grabs his retired title and holds it high as if it was still active.

Adamn Hater: will he realize that is a meaningless belt here now…

Wally Wilson: you go tell him that

Adamn hater: no I am good right here,

CAK walks back stage with a sick grin on his face.

[Ash Strife]

CAK is walking back stage when he is stopped by herald Gunther IV.

Gunther IV: CAK just a minute… after that quick beating I have a few questions. What caused this new attitude.

CAK: new attitude… all I am being is me… there is no more Mr. Nice guy here, the days of a fan favorite are over… soon I plan to get my hands on LBM to reclaim my hardcore title that LBM and RDJ stole from me and felt they had to take me out in the process… casue you see this isn’t about the title but revenge.

CAK laughs and a empty pill bottle falls from his pocket. Gunther pick it up.

Gunther IV: These are anti psychotics… I didn’t know you were sick.

CAK: I am not for I am all better now.

Gunther IV: but-

Gunther gets cut off by CAK grabbing him by the throat with both hands.

CAK: Interview over!

Lifting Gunther up with both hands he drills him through a back stage table and walks off.

[The F'N Legend Lbm]

Nothing Else Matters hits...[/size]

Pyrotechnics explode everywhere! Through a rain of fireworks falling from the top of the huge screen, the FHT Hardcore Champion and new holder of the Global Honored Crown, The Fuckin' Legend Lbm steps out to a huge reaction from MSG.

With both belts draped over his shoulders, Lbm circles the ringside area were his kids are sitting in the front row much like they were two weeks ago. Lbm hugs each one of them before jumping up on the commentators table and posing to the fans holding up both championships before climbing in the ring.[/size]

Gary King:[/size]
What a year for the returning Lbm! For those who said his career was over he now stands tall as a double champion! I gotta say that is mighty impressive!

A-Damn Hater:[/size]
Lbm has definitely landed on his feet this time. Two title belts, NIN Horror and Reverend Daddy Joe - two men who wanted him dead are both gone from FHT/ELITE and he's now banging one of the bosses!

Wally Wilson:[/size]
Show some respect. Thats my daughter your talking about.

Lbm stands in the centre of the ring with both belts over each shoulder. His music dies down with some cheers and some boos throughout MSG. Obviously fans are very mixed with their opinions of Lbm following his feud with the also very much hated NIN Horror! Lbm waves out at his kids who wave back at him.[/b][/size]

Lbm:[/size]
Woooowwww... How fucking great do I feel tonite here live in New York, New York!!! Woooowwww... I am back were I fuckin' belong standing here as the new ELITE Global Honored Crown holder and damn it the FHT Hardcore Champion! I might not be the only double champion here in FHT/ELITE right now... but I am the only one that fuckin matters!

Five months ago I took Red Ninja to the limit! The world respected indy wrestling superstar that is Red Ninja never saw it coming and I took "Mr I have 1 million moves, wear Spiderman pyjamas and have never had a girlfriend/life" and came this close to being FHT Undisputed Champion. Damn it - that was my first few weeks back wrestling. I had eight months ring rust at that point. There's no doubt in my mind - The Peep's Champ got a run down, weakened, emotionally drained Red Ninja and went over because of me! Thats why he's were he's at right now!

Then I carried the eternal flaker known as Dark Angel - incidently fuck you Reece if your watching - I carried him and together we beat "Sick" Nick and Soul Reaper for them FHT/ELITE Tag Team Championships. We lost them later than night fine - Reece's fault but still I was responsible for one hell of an episode of Monday Night Legacy! Geez I'm doing a biography promo like Blade here ain't I!?!

From there... Crazy Ash Killa. The future of this company! That jabroni you just seen wrestling in that worthless match with Justin Sane moments ago. I took this guy - the guy who our lord and saviour Sick "cheers ulster for carrying me" Nick himself passed the torch too and became the last ever FHT Television Champion. I took Crazy Ash Killa and I beat him EASILY to become the FHT Hardcore Champion AGAIN! And now he's back to what he does best - jerking the curtain providing the neccessary piss break during Monday Night Legacy! CAK I gotta apologise cause honestly - I have no intentions of demeaning myself and stepping into the ring with someone at your level.

A month and a half ago... The battle of two of the oldest serving members of FHT. Lbm vs Reverend Daddy Joe! A man who I once considered one of my best friends in this business. Well friendships in this business don't help pay the bills. You see let me cancel out a common misconception about the career of Reverend Daddy Joe. Joe in every great run he ever had - was carried by me or _the j-man. Anytime Joe ever stood out on his own and tried to pass himself off as a genuine talent - he would fall flat on his face and disappear into the night.

And because he would disappear when he was in over his head... no one would ever get a chance to see him expose himself as the piss poor worker he actually was. I worked for five frickin years constant before I ever needed to step down and take a break. This guy couldn't manage five months if his life depended on it. And so Joe is gone yet again and in his last match... let history show - that Lbm kicked his fuckin ass!!!

Which in this Ben Hickman inspired stroll down memory lane - brings me to NIN Horror. You ever so wrong about a person? You just think something about the guy and then it turns out to all be bullshit? Well thats what happened with me and NIN Horror. You see a little under a year ago I thought NIN Horror should be ELITE Heavyweight Champion. Some of you may recall I stuck my neck on the line for this guy. Well I was wrong. You see NIN Horror has been working for/as part of (whatever you wanna call it) ELITE for three years.

In that time... who remembers any NIN Horror great moments? I sure as hell struggle to think of any other than the fact he was a tag team champion for an afternoon with me and well we lost that night so it mustnt have been that special. You see like Reverend Daddy Joe - a programme with myself might just have been something that people could have bought in to. But just like Joe, NIN Horror couldn't handle it in the ring with myself.

You see I'm the marker. For six years, Lbm has been the franchise. Whether it be in FHT or in ELITE, for six years I have been the constant that you can depend on. I was winning championships on my first night in FHT - the first night of FHT I might add and six years later I'm stilling winning championships. It doesn't matter what bullshit politics is spread, it doesn't matter how many times guys have wanted me gone - I am still here and I am still winning. I've seen so many names come and go...

Add NIN Horror to the list with names like Venom, Curve, David, Stone Cold, Punisher, Edgecutioner, Master, J-Man, Krull, Aaron Capone, Rob Arson, D'Marcus Brown, Simz, Tiger Aladdin, Dark Angel, Terrell Odom, Trippy P, Red Ninja, Reverend Daddy Joe and the list goes on and on. Add NIN Horror to that list of guys who all came in, all made big ass claims about being the best there could be in this business, but that here in 2008 - are long long gone gone as The Fuckin' Legend - the man here at the absolute beginning of this whole crazy FHT/ELITE journey - is standing here with two fuckin championships around his waist!

In a strange moment the entire MSG applauds as Lbm's face is bright red with tears in his eyes briefly. At ringside Gary King applauds as the fans don't cheer or boo - they just applaud. Its quite surreal.[/b]

Lbm:[/size]
Thank you. Tonite I will wrestle and defend the FHT Hardcore Championship. But I don't know who against. Tonite we take a page right out of classic FHT with the revival of the long since forgotten gimmick match known as quite simply as the "LBM LOTTERY". Now for those who don't remember or indeed weren't around here way back then let me explain. Tonite there will be a draw with all the names currently on the FHT/ELITE roster. Everyone is eligible. Prior to the match a name will be drawn at random and that person will be selected as the winner of the LBM LOTTERY and automatically qualify for a match with the FHT Hardcore Champion. It's literally that simple! It could be anyone...

Thank you!!!

Lbm drops the microphone in the ring as he holds up both title belts again as his music plays. He stands on the top rope posing before going out of the ring and hugging his four sons in the crowd again this week. Lbm heads back up the aisle as the commentators talk about what just happened.[/b]

Wally Wilson:[/size]
The return of the LBM Lottery. It has been years since we last saw the LBM Lottery! Famously who can forget Lbm at FHT Syxx when he suspiciously drew all the FHT Divas encouring the wrath of every FHT superstar.

A-Damn Hater:[/size]
Man I gotta get my name in to that one. That would be cool. Hell it could be you Wally... against your son in a law for the FHT Hardcore Championship?

Gary King:[/size]
Man it could be anyone... Every superstar would love a shot at the FHT Hardcore Championship. It could be someone who has even wrestled tonite already? But what a speech by Lbm there. This is a new side to Lbm we're seeing. After six years connected with this company, Lbm is showing no signs of slowing down.


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[Ulster]

Voiceovers from the commentators as the camera pans around the arena[/size]

Wally Wilson: [/size]
Well folks last week on Legacy we saw Ulster take on a unnamed opponent, an ex-World Champion in what Keith Williams called a monumental match that would shake FHT and Elite to their collective cores

Gary King: [/size]
However it ended up being RockHard, a Rock wannabe and former FCW Champion. The match was a joke and ended up turning into a free for all between Ulster, “Sick” Nick, Keith Williams, Soul Reaper, TPC and then finally Satan. Ulster and Keith Williams seemed to conspired to humilate “Sick” Nick, but after Legends went off the air the ‘Sick One’ attempted to get revenge of sorts.

***REPLAY***

[/size][/center]

Keith Williams's face is slightly scarred and you can see small puncture marks on his face where he was driven into the thumbtacks. Ulster has stitches in two places on his forehead and is being helped to a black stretched limo in the parking lot. [/size]

Keith Williams: [/size]
Fucking “Sick” Nick and Reaper. I mean I went out there to try and reason with the guy and this is how they treat me? Those guys have no breeding whatsoever

Ulster:
Looks at Keith and points at his forehead[/size] Look at my beautiful face! He screams[/size] Look at what he did Keith!

Keith Williams: [/size]
Here, and what the hell was TPC doing out there

Ulster: [/size]
Sanctimonious little bastard. We do all that work and he comes out to pick off his opponents. I used to be tag team partners with him when I was in Joker Nation you know

Keith Williams: [/size]
Yeah I remember. Wasn’t that round the time you took the piss out of me cause I was wearing the mask?

Ulster:
Looking confused[/size] What?

Keith Williams: [/size]
Yeah, you and Harley Quinn and Trippy P came out and sang Phantom of the Opera at me

Ulster:
Chuckles[/size] Ohhhhhhhh yeah. I’m a funny bastard. That was my favorite moment in FHT ever you know. Sighs[/size] Those were the days. Now look at the punks we have to deal with.

The limo driver opens the door and Keith Williams and Ulster get in. The camera follows them in[/size]

Keith Williams: [/size]
Yo Driver! Get that booze on the go. Where’s my moonshine? And gets Ulster his appeletini’s here.

Ulster: [/size]
God damn you Keith….you know how much I love that shit! Are you trying to get my drunk?

The sip their drinks[/size]

Ulster: [/size]
That’s good stuff. He starts looking around him[/size] Do you hear that Keith? He can hear faint singing from outside the car [/size]

Keith:
He strains his ears[/size] What the hell? Ulster, wind down that window there and have a look

Ulster winds down the window and sticks his head out. The camera cuts outside where we hear loud singing coming from a crane in a building site beside the parking lot

“Sick” Nick is in the crane making his own version of ‘The Ride Of The Valkyries’ by Wagner[/size]

“Sick” Nick: [/size]
Da da da DAAAA DUM,
Da da da DAAAA DUM,
Da da da DAAAA DUM,
Da da da DAAAA DUM,
Da da da DAAAA DUMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!

For those who don’t know what the song is check this out[/size]



The crane has a demolition ball at the end and he continues to swing it to build momentum as he bellows Wagner[/size]

“Sick” Nick: [/size]
Da da da DAAAA DUM,
Da da da DAAAA DUM,
Da da da DAAAA DUM,
Da da da DAAAA DUM,
Da da da DAAAA DUMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!

Keith Williams: [/size]
Shit! Ulster get out of the car….NOW!

They try and open the doors but they are locked[/size]

Ulster: [/size]
Driver!... he desperately tries to open the door[/size]…Driver let us out

The camera cuts outside as the Driver runs for his life screaming at the top of his lungs[/size]

Ulster:
Smashes his fist into the window[/size] Shit! He leans his head out the window and shouts at “Sick” Nick[/size] Stop this Nick-you are going too far. Jesus Christ! Think about what you are doing!

“Sick” Nick:
He looks as if he is considering this statement, smiles and sings even louder[/size] Da da da DAAAA DUM,
Da da da DAAAA DUM,
Da da da DAAAA DUM,
Da da da DAAAA DUM,
Da da da DAAAA DUMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!

With the crane he takes one big swing and smashes the demolition ball into the side of the car and toppling it over onto the roof. The backstage crew comes rushing from the backstage area, with “Sick” Nick laughing in the background and the scene ends[/size]

***END***

[/size][/center]

Wally Wilson: [/size]
In just a few moments time the FHT GM Keith Williams will come to the ring and address this situation. Now we have heard rumours that Ulster may have been seriously injured and may not be able to wrestle in the foreseeable future.

Gary King: [/size]
Now no one wants to see someone get injured, but you cannot say that Ulster has not deserved it. He really will have brought this on himself.

’Alcohol and Ass’ hits the pa system and the crowd boos like crazy awaiting the arrival of Keith Williams. Instead, we see Ulster in a wheelchair being wheeled to the ring by the FHT GM. Ulster has his right leg in a cast, his left arm in a sling and is also wearing an eyepatch over his right eye. Keith Williams seems relatively unharmed from the event. He is well dressed in black suit with an opened necked light blue shirt, and white hankerchief in the breast pocket. He also sports a rather 80s looking pair sunglasses [/size]

Wally Wilson: [/size]
Well Ulster does seem to be in a serious state judging by this. It’s a sad state of affairs that’s for sure.

Keith Williams wheels the chair down the ramp, before realizing that he cannot get it into the ring. He waves over two security staff who lift Ulster from the chair and carry him into the ring while the wheelchair is passed through the ropes. Ulster is then sat down in the chair by the security staff as Keith Williams grabs a mic. He lifts the mic to his mouth but he is drowned out by boos. [/size]

Gary King: [/size]
Injured or not Wally, this New York crowd doesn’t seem to be too forgiving

Keith brings the mic up to his lips again[/size]

Keith Williams: [/size]
You people should be ashamed for yourselves! More boos from the crowd [/size] This guy…He points towards Ulster who remained motionless in his wheelchair[/size]…has been brutually attacked by “Sick” Nick and has left him in this state. I mean he has significant internal injuries, including a broken leg, a separated shoulder and a detached retina. Cowardly stuff from the ‘Sick One’. He is a disgrace, and the fact that you would cheer for that and boo us tells me all I need to know about class FHT and Elite fans. This comment serves only to draw more heat. With his free right arm Ulster motions towards Keith. The GM bends down and Ulster whispers in his ear [/size] Ulster has a damaged larynx and so his must rest his voice, but in just whispering in my ear he raises a great point. Ulster says you can all kiss his ass if you think he gives a damn what a New Yorker thinks about anything, unless it is how to make a pizza or how to drive a cab.Ulster remains expressionless, Keith laughs and the crowd jeers loudly[/size]

Wally Wilson: [/size]
It seems despite their attack, their attitude remains defiant and disrespectful not just towards "Sick" Nick, but to the loyal FHT and Elite viewers

Keith Williams: [/size]
So this is what I have done. By the powers vested in me as FHT GM I have suspended “Sick” Nick indefinitely. Huge heat from the crowd[/size] Oh dear! Well if you didn’t like that, you sure as hell aren’t going to like what I have to say next. To punish Soul Reaper for getting involved in someone else’s business, he shall face Ace Andrews and Blade in a handicap match right here tonight! More boos from the crowd [/size]

Wally Wilson: [/size]
As I remember it was Keith Williams that interfered attack Soul Reaper when he had only came to the defence of his tag team partner

Gary King:[/size]
This is abuse of power, pure and simple.

Keith Williams: [/size]
And as for Satan, well if you like to throw your considerable frame around an FHT and Elite ring, how about you let the monster Killer help you out! That ought to even up the odds

Suddenly on the big screen, the FHT and Elite owner Sir Alan Sugar appears to a pop from the crowd[/size]

Wally Wilson: [/size]
Looks like business is about to pick up!

Sir Alan Sugar:[/size]
Well, well, well. I heard about this nonsense as I was traveling towards New York for this week’s edition of the wrestling Apprentice. Now Keith I don’t know much about wrestling. I wouldn’t know Rock Hard Steve Austin or Triple P if they walked up to me in the street. However, I know about business, and you and you partner Ulster screwed the fans last week. I take it as a rule that if I promise an earth shattering deal I fulfil it. Now as FHT GM that should be your job, but last week you didn’t do it. However, I am not going to fire you.The crowd boos[/size] No, no. Instead you need to be taught a business lesson. So here is what is going to happen. Those matches you made will not happen.

Gary King: [/size]
Now that’s more like it!

Sir Alan Sugar:[/size]
Soul Reaper and Satan will however be in action. They will team up with the very much not suspended “Sick” Nick… cheers from the crowd [/size]…to face three guys who just don’t seem to understand about keeping their hands to themselves. TPC you might remember attacked me just the other week. Keith, I think you too need to be taught a lesson so it’s time to lace those wrestling boots up! And you partner, well I talked to some doctors who seemed to think that Ulster was just fine for in ring action.

Keith Williams: [/size]
Ok, ok. You are the boss, I get it, I really do. But come on, I don’t wrestle now. I am retired. And look at Ulster, he is not fit for the ring.

Ulster beckons over to Keith Williams, who bends down again as Ulster whispers in his ear[/size]

Keith Williams:[/size]
Ulster just said that he would love to wrestle, but as from one nice Jewish boy to another he begs you to show him some mercy.

Wally Wilson: [/size]
Hold on, Ulster isn’t Jewish

Sir Alan Sugar: [/size]
A nice Jewish boy? Why don’t we pull down his trousers and see then will we Keith! This brings laughs of derision from the crowd[/size] He is fine, the doctors confirmed the worst he has in brusied ribs, and probably a greatly bruised ego. Ever since he has come back he has strutted about like he owns the place, but i have news for both of you. Ulster does not run FHT and Elite. Keith Williams, you would be on unemployment if it wasn't for me. I run this show! I make the rules, i make the matches. So right here tonight it will be Satan, Soul Reaper & “Sick” Nick vs TPC, Keith Williams & Ulster! Enjoy!

The screen goes blank and the crowd cheers loudly. Keith Williams looks shocked and Ulster face turns a shade of crimson with rage.[/size]

Gary King:[/size]
What a match! That’s how you make monumental matches Keith!

Ulster rises from the wheelchair in a rage, rips off his sling and leg cast and throws them at Keith Williams. He screams ‘You stupid son of a bitch! Come on! What is this, amateur hour! Fucking Sugar!’ [/size]

Wally Wilson: [/size]
Look at Ulster take a tantrum like a child. He isn’t injured at all.

Gary King: [/size]
No shock there. Since he returned all he has done is lie and cheat to get one over on “Sick” Nick, but after Legends last week and right here tonight it has backfired spectacularly. Right here tonight it’s going to be Satan, Soul Reaper & “Sick” Nick vs TPC, Keith Williams & Ulster! What a match that promises to be.

Wally Wilson: [/size]
“Sick” Nick will finally get his hands on Ulster, whilst Soul Reaper and Satan will press their claims on TPC’c championship gold further. They sure as hell will be looking for revenge here tonight, especially Satan who has been hunting Chase down for the past few weeks. It’s going to be a slobberknocker!

[Ninja/Killer]

"Godzilla Theme" hits before going into "War Machine" as the crowd erupts for the arrival of Killer. Killer comes out to the ring as fans tap his shoulders. Killer slides into the ring and gets a mic as his music dies down.

Killer:I think I owe some explanations. For me I will put wrestling over a few things, I'll put wrestling over my health, I'll put wrestling over my mind, and I'll put wrestling over my needs. But one thing I will never do is put wrestling over my family. The last few months I've been dealing with some family issues, and my family is more important then wrestling in my mind. But things are finally good, things are the way they should be so now I can fully focus on wrestling again, I'm not going to apologize for putting wrestling on the back burner, but I am going to say that now that Killzilla is back it's time to take care of some issues.

The biggest issue I've had the last few months is some jackhole has been sending me some messages. Whoever it is is to pussy to come in my face and do something so they have to screw with me through the damn TV screen. Well bud, I don't let things like that slide, apparently last show the person behind this said they'd be here tonight and let me know what's going on. Well jackass I'm here so let's do this thing.

Killer drops the mic and looks to the entrance way. Soon the lights go out in the arena. After a few seconds of darkness they come as a man in a Black Mask and Black Outfit stands behind Killer. Killer turns around as the man nails him with a Chair Shot to the head. The man gets up and takes off his mask to reveal himself as......

TRIPPY P.

Trippy gets the mic off the mat.

Trippy:Oh what a suprise eh Killer. For years all I heard was that you were the man of ELITE. ELITE is long dead Killer you are just a relic of what used to be.

Trippy hits Killer with the chair again.

Trippy:And as I see it you've over stayed your welcome here in FHT. And I see it right that I'm the one who puts you out of here. So how about it punk ass, how about tonight first time ever Trippy P versus Killer.

Trippy hits Killer with the chair again.

Trippy:See you tonight punk. But don't be suprised when you get your ass stretchered out of here.

Trippy hits Killer one more time then leaves the ring.

[tpc]

["Stitches" By Allele blasts over the PA to a mix reaction from the crowd as The Peep's Champ steps threw the curtains wearing a very expensive suit and with the ELITE Heavyweight/FHT Undisputed Championships over his shoulders he is also chewing a piece of gum as he stops on the stage the fans begin to boo seeing what he is wearing but he just brushes off the FHT Undisputed Championship before he spites down on the stage and continues down the ramp and enters the ring where he goes over to the corner and climbs up to the second turnbuckle to more boos from the fans as he brushes off the ELITE Heavyweight Championship before spiting down at the mat below before stepping down grabbing a mic]

Wally Wilson: It seems the fans have turned on The Peep's Champ

The Peep's Champ: Now its obvious what your thinking the old The Peep's Champ is back and he's about to rip us apart as Keith Williams would a cheep hooker and why shouldn't you think that I mean look at this suit this watch these shoes there is no way none of you could ever buy them but that don't mean I look down on you

[The fans boo as The Peep's Champ straightens his suit]

Gary King: It seems The Peep's Champ is back to his old ways

The Peep's Champ: Then there is the question of why did I come out here and help Keith Williams and Ulster two guys that its obvious you don't like two guys that will make my fame level drop severely well if thats a question you gotta ask then your dumber then Ulster looks

[The fans boo as The Peep's Champ looks around at the crowd and smiles]

A-Damn Hater: he Peep's Champ is stepping over the line

The Peep's Champ: Ulster and Keith Williams I don't like neither of you and me gracing you with my presents was not for you it was for my benefit and as for tonight Keith you can hide begin your retirement and Ulster you can hide behind your doctor excuse I don't care the fact is I don't need you because I'm the ELITE Heavyweight/FHT Undisputed Champion

[The fans boo as The Peep's Champ stares down at the ELITE Heavyweight/FHT Undisputed Championship]

Wally Wilson: It seems The Peep's Champ is letting his ego get the best of him

The Peep's Champ: Satan whats wrong did you have some old retirement papers laying around I mean really are you serious do you really think I worked this hard to make it to this point in my career just to sign it all away to the likes of you don't make me laugh however you should keep those papers because after I embarrass you at Pride and Passion your going want to sign them

[The Peep's Champ lifts up the FHT Undisputed Championship as he shows it off the the fans and they boo him]

Gary King: I think Satan will have something to say to that

The Peep's Champ: Soul Reaper would you like a glass for that wine I mean seriously are you listen to yourself of course you wasn't recognized for anything because your not impressive and no one really cares about you or what you have to say so shut your mouth and at Pride and Passion take your beating and lay down for the Champ

[The Peep's Champ lifts up the ELITE Heavyweight Championship as he shows it off the the fans and they boo him]

A-Damn Hater: What a cocky son of a.........

The Peep's Champ: "Sick" Nick I would say out of all the guys in the ring tonight I respect you the most but the fact of the matter is I would be lying because it is myself who I respect the most and also I don't respect you at all because your just a shell of the man you use to be and I don't respect a has been

[The Peep's Champ smiles as the fans boo him]

Wally Wilson: What "Sick" Nick is one of the most respect members of the locker room and how can you not respect him after everything he has done for this business

The Peep's Champ: Tonight six man enter the ring but only one of us is ELITE and that is me your ELITE Heavyweight/FHT Undisputed Champion The Peep's Champ and the rest of you are just another Wannabe

[The Peep's Champ drops the mic and lifts up the ELITE Heavyweight/FHT Undisputed Championships before he leaves the ring and he walks up the ramp the fans boo as the camera fades to black]

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[Ninja/Killer]

Scene opens with Angelica Demonica in Keith Williams office. Angelica wears a Black Tank Top,Blue Jeans and Black Shoes.

Keith Williams:So I told you that you needed to find a reason why your useful here in FHT right.

Angelica:Right.

Keith Williams:So what do you have for me?

Angelica:What?

Keith Williams:Why are you useful?

Angelica:Well....I'm eye candy.

Keith laughs.

Angelica:I'm smart, I'm a empowering female role model....

Keith Williams:Angie, Angie, Angie....got a hold of Ninja.

Angelica:No.

Keith Williams:Angelica you see it occured to me without Ninja your nothing. You two are supposedly to be such good friends and he won't even answer your calls. Honestly I hope he stays in Japan. But is that all you have for me?

Angelica:Yeah.

Keith:Well I'm going to have to take that into consideration as I make my decision. That's all.

Angelica leaves the office with a concerned look on her face as the scene fades out.

[satan]

DISCLAIMER: The following message are the views and opinions of Satan. The FHT does not endorse nor support these comments.
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The video opens with full color higlights of The Peep's Champ career highlights. From his shocking returns, his best matches, and ending with his title victory at Hell Freezes Over. The video continues as we see Chase holding the two titles, but suddenly the video stops, a black and white video of The Peep's Champ being powerbombed by Satan. The video stops with the wreckage, and Satan steps in-front of the video.

Satan: Chase, I know you and I respect what you've done for this business. You've risked your physical well being for men who obviously don't care about that stuff. I respect the fact that your stubborn and un-willing to not go down quietly. I mean, how many times did you try to get back into the company even when you were black-balled from the FHT. I know you failed a few times, but you kept on fighting for your spot. I remember the shock of you being Mr. JJ at Summerslam 2003, considering that some people threatened to kill you if you came back. That's always been the best thing about you. Your a stubborn as hell, and your not gonna take no for an answer.

The video changes to the graphic for Satan/The Peep's Champ at Pride and Passion.

Satan: But this time, you should've said no and sign the retirement papers. It would've saved you, and your loved ones the pain of what I'm going I'm inflict. Winning the title belt on the 20th is the second thing on my mind. The first thing on my mind is to inflict...pain

Satan holds his branding iron, staring at it like a prized family posession.

Satan: I'm out there to hurt you, Chase, plain and damn simple. Mabye say break an arm or an leg. Something that makes a real nice crunch for everybody watching. I gurantee that you will be on the shelf for a long time, I heard rehab for a broken leg takes about a good year. It'll be nice to reflect on how your pride got you to this point. A nice big old cast around that leg of your, and hell I'll glad to the first one to sign that cast. See you at Pride and Passion, Chase.

DISCLAIMER: The following message are the views and opinions of Satan. The FHT does not endorse nor support these comments.
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[Blade]

[The camera opens backstage in the parking lot. The roar of an engine can be heard, as a black H2 Hummer drives into the camera shot. The windows are tinted black, hiding the drivers identity. The Hummer pulls into the parking space and the engine is shut off. The door opens and Blade climbs out wearing his street clothes. He pulls a duffel bag out, slinging it over his shoulder, before shutting the door. He turns and walks towards the camera. Kristin Ricci comes running towards Blade, mic in hand, but Blade simply sidesteps past her, ignoring her completely. Blade pushes past the double doors into the backstage corridors. Blade continues walking down the corridor, eventually encountering Crazy Ash Killa. CAK is standing in the middle of the corridor, right in Blades path. Blade looks up at the face of the much taller CAK.]

Blade:[/b] Well, are you going to move or will I have to –make- you move?

[CAK just stands there silent.]

Blade:[/b] Listen shitface, I’m not in a good mood right now and don’t want to have to deal with a worthless piece of crap like you. I mean fuck your pathetic, obsessed with a hardcore title you lost fairly. You’re looking at your brand new tag team champion –AND- a hardcore icon on every major continent. - So- move out my fucking way bitch!

Crazy Ash Killa:[/b]Fu--!?

[Blade, not wanting to listen, throws a hard right at CAK. CAK, not expecting it, is knocking headfirst into the nearby wall. Blade doesn’t even bother looking back and carries on his walk to his locker room. As he reaches the door he is approached by Ace Andrews.]

Ace Andrews:[/b] Blade, we have a match in 5 fucking minutes and I’m telling you this now, you better be out there.

[Before Blade even has a chance to respond, Ace has walked away. Blade angrily throws open the door to the locker room and slams it behind him. The camera zooms on the door before cutting to a commercial.]

[Blade]

[Legacy comes back from the commercial break. All 4 members of The Crew are standing in the ring, awaiting the arrival of the tag team champions. The camera cuts to the commentary desk.]

Wally Wilson:[/b] Up next we have a non-title tag team match featuring our champions.

A-Damn: And at least we can confirm that Blade has shown up here tonight, unlike last week.

Gary King: That’s true. For those that don’t know, the week that they won those belts they had a disagreement when the show went off the air in an unaired segment, about who was the better man. Ace Andrews challenged Blade to a High Spot Competition on the following show. Ace showed up, but Blade was back home in England partying. This has increased the tension between these two and its going to be interesting to see how this whole match plays out.

Wally Wilson:[/b] I suppose it’s quite fortunate for them that this is a non-title match, and that they are facing off against The Crew, who are, quite frankly, some of the worst wrestlers in this company.

A-Damn: Yeah, Yeah, can we get this match finished with quickly so I don’t fall asleep.

Wally Wilson:[/b] Let’s cut back to the ring.

[The four members of The Crew are mulling around the ring, but all four instantly snap their attention to stage as “Remember the Name” by Fort Minor hits the PA systems.]



[Ace Andrews walks out onto the stage; a flood of booing accompanying him. Ace smirks, proud of the hatred that’s being shown towards him. He has his newly won tag title belt slung over his shoulder, while wearing the first official Ace Andrews FHT/ELITE T-Shirt, with the slogan ‘YOU’RE GUNNA GET ACED’ surrounding two Ace cards. Ace lays the belt down on the ramp, and turns his back on the crowd, his arms spread wide. A shower of golden pyro falls from above, before Ace turns back to the ramp. He picks up the belt, throwing it back over his shoulder. ]

Gary King: So much arrogance, turning his back on these fans. Why the hell is Blade, a fan favourite, even teaming with this prat?

Wally Wilson:[/b] I don’t know if you’ve noticed this or not, but Blade attitude recently hasn’t really been fan friendly, although at least he isn’t putting them down....YET.

[He walks down the ramp, revelling in the abuse that some of the crowd at shouting at him. He reaches ringside and goes to climb into the ring, but feigns out, toying with The Crew. Ace just laughs it off, as his music cuts out. Ace turns and looks up the ramp, anxiously awaiting his tag team partner. “Linchpin” by Fear Factory hits the PA system, accompanied by a mixed reaction from the fans.]



[Minutes pass and Blade has still yet to appear. Ace is getting visibly frustrated, the crowd confused.]

A-Damn: Looks like he has decided not to show up after all, Ace does not look happy.

[Eventually, Blade storms out from behind the curtain. His tag title belt in one hand, Singapore cane in the other, Blade forgoes his normal routine and charges down the ramp. Blade drops the title belt half way down the ramp, running past Ace and sliding into the ring. The Crew are taken by surprise, Blade quickly climbing to his feet. Blade smacks Chuck over the head with the cane, dropping him to the mat. Blade hits the remaining members of The Crew, all four men retreating to the outside. Blades music cuts off, and he grabs a mic from Erik Knight. ]

Blade:[/color] Ok fuckers. As you can tell, I’m not in a very good mood and I just want to get this –over- with. So here’s the deal, this contest will now be a No DQ Tornado Tag Team Match. And just so I don’t have to worry about one of you fuckers interfering, it will be you 4 vs. me and Ace. Let’s get this shit started.

[Ace, who has since climbed in the ring, argues with Blade about the change of the rules. Blade shouts back, but they are interrupted in their argument by all four members of The Crew. Blade and Ace are both knocked to the ropes, double teamed by members of The Crew. But Blade and Ace fight back, forcing The Crew away. Blade swings his cane at Chuck, knocking him to the floor. Chuck has a visible cut to his forehead, blood beginning to pour down his face. Meanwhile, Ace pushes Jack backwards, quickly followed up by The Flop. Jack is knocked outside the ring. Two members of The Crew remain in the ring. Blade sets up Tony up in a Gory Special, while Ace sets up Eddie for a rolling cutter. Blade switches the Gory Special into a piledriver, slamming down Tony head first*. At the same time, Ace hits Eddie with the Trump Card. Blade pins Tony.

1.......2.......3

The bell rings to signal the end of the match.]

Wally Wilson:[/b] Well, that was pretty quick.

A-Damn: They didn’t stand a chance.

[“Linchpin” by Fear Factory plays again. Blade rolls out the ring and heads back up the ring totally ignoring Ace. Blade picks up his dropped title belt and makes his way to the back. Ace meanwhile is still in the ring, looking up at the retreating Blade. The referee hands Ace his title belt, before stomping on the back of Eddie. Ace exits the ring and follows Blade. The scene cuts to a hype promo for Pride and Passion before cutting to the next segment]

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*Hells Requiem AKA Barry White Driver

[Trippy P]

'Go to Sleep' hits, and Trippy P appears on stage, not dressed in his ring hear, as he walks towards the ring carrying a microphone. He gets into the ring, and the lights dim, leaving us with nothing but a spotlight on the former five time FHT Champion... Theres a mixed reaction, after what happened earlier, but Trippy P ignores it, as he begins to speak. Its not the usual cocky Trippy P which speaks however, a more sombre tone has crept in...

Trippy P: Two words... Eddie Guerrerro.

One of the greatest workers ive ever seen. A man who put on great matches on pretty much every continent on earth, who went 100% in every match he was ever in, and who reached the pinnacle of the business... He headlined top pay per views, sold out arenas, won world titles, and put on matches which should be remembered as all time classics. When i was just starting out in the FHT, back when we opened shows for the WWE, i met Eddie, and this was when he had just become WWE Champion, and i thought to myself... thats the guy i want to be. I mean, it sounds pretty good doesnt it? A champion... a legend, a man that everyone in the lockerroom respects, and every fan in the world loves. Who could really complain about that?

The crowd chants 'Eddie! Eddie! Eddie!' in tribute to the legend...

Trippy P: Eddie Guererro died, alone, on the road, in a hotel room far away from his family, his wife and kids. The strain he put on his body from years of wrestling for the fans, the drugs and alcohol he had taken to ease the pain, and get him through the nights... it was too much for his body. He died, and the wrestling industry killed him.

I said i wanted to be Eddie years ago... and i was, in so many ways.

See, nearly a year ago, i broke my neck in this very ring, pile driven onto steel. The doctors gave me an option... either get surgery, and get put on the shelf, or you risk spending your elder days in a wheel chair... or worse. I took the other option, see, the FHT anniversary was coming up, and ive been on every damn last one of those fuckers. There was no way i was going to miss one and let the fans down. It meant so much to me to wrestle infront of the sold out arena of FHT faithful, that i simply ignored the doctors advice. I went out there every night and continued to wrestle, and at night... when the pain was so bad that i actually had to be helped in and out of my wrestling boots because i couldnt reach my toes anymore... i found other ways of masking the pain. Until... eventually, my body couldnt take it anymore.

I lay, on my hotel room floor, my heart getting ready to explode, unable to move, and i knew it was the end. Id be just like Eddie. Another casulty of the Wrestling Business.

I was found before it was too late... i survived what should have killed me, and i got the help i needed to recover..... Not all of me survived that fateful night though... Part of me did die on that cold hard hotel room floor.

You see, for years and years i justified the insane damage i put my self through by telling myself 'its for the fans'... See, id always said that FHT was like a family, and i believed it, i really did. Id see the same faces day in day out, wed eat together, travel together, succeed or fail together. Im not just talking about the wrestlers either, there were alot of fans youd see every show, and you really believed that there was something special that brought us all together in FHT... A bond that existed between us.

Until i got hurt... then suddenly, the phone didnt ring anymore. Suddenly there were no more vistors. Suddenly noone wanted to know Trippy P. I flat out disappeared from shows, yet noone asked where i was.... Noone asked what had happened to the guy who had been busting his ass for five years to entertain them.

I damn near died 'for the fans', but i was wrong... see, not one of you selfish sons of bitches ever gave a damn about me!

The Crowd takes the bait and begins to boo... it doesnt appear to faze Trippy P, his eyes cold as steel.

Trippy P: No... see, i thought i had a connection with you, a cause... a reason to put my body through what i have. I thought that these people really cared about me, when they chanted 'FHT! FHT!' it showed we had connected on a special level... but that was all a sham. You people dont give a shit about anyone, or anything. All you care about is getting your silver pieces worth of bloodshed. It really doesnt matter what we wrestlers go through to put on the show, so long as you sick bastards can see the chair bounce off the skull, the body go through the table, or the man set on fire. You sit there and cheer, in order to convince us to give more and more of ourselves to you... and when you're finished chewing us up, you spit us out, and leave nothing but the mangled corpse behind. Eddie didnt die in a horrible tragedy... he was killed... YOU BASTARDS KILLED HIM!

The Crowd is really hot at this, their booing threatens to drown out Trippy P's promo. He pauses, and continues when he can be heard.

Trippy P: And when the inevitable happens, and a wrestler pass away, you bastards all cry crocodile tears, and make a big deal out of glorifying them. 'He was too young!' you cry... 'We miss him'... but thats all a load of crap isnt it? What you miss is seeing him break himself for your viewing pleasure. See, every single god damn one of these wrestling tragedies could have been avoided if someone had given a damn. It someone had stepped in and said... 'hey Eddie... stop working so damn hard, and take some time off', he might still be here today. But no... you wouldnt want that. You see him go up to the top rope, you call for the frog splash, you dont give a shit what the impact does to his internal organs every damn time he delievers it.

See, i did everything right in my career, i succeeded and reached levels few have... i also did it all for the wrong reasons. For 'the fans'. Well no longer. I refuse to be the next Wrestling Tragedy, honoured on some cheap Rest in Peace T-Shirt that sleazy promoters like Sir Alan Sugar hawk off for 10 bucks each to the same pricks who killed me.

I do nothing for the fans anymore, i do it for me. And for everyone who's ever been like me.

Now this brings us to Killer, who i attacked earlier...

The crowd begins a Killer! Killer! chant, getting behind the powerhouse

Trippy P: What does any of this have to do with Killer i can almost hear your confused little minds asking?

Well, just ask yourself what happened to Road Warrior Hawk, his great mentor. He died, just like Eddie, after years of abusing his body for the fans.

Then i turn on FHT/ELITE TV, and i see Killer, his supposed protege doing his damnest to replicate him, taking insane damage to please the same damn fans who killed his mentor?

Killer, i cant allow you to do that anymore. I can see you going down that same dark path i tred not so long ago, sacrificing yourself for the glory of entertainment... but i wont let you go any further. Ive been reaching out to you for weeks, but you've shunned my advice, and you refuse to do the right thing. Now, thats just tied my hands a little bit.... Still, i wont let you become the next body on the hotel room floor. If you wont leave FHT willingly, and save yourself, ill force you out.

These fans dont deserve you killer... and i wont let them have you anymore. Tonight, ill take you away from them, and in doing so, ill have done more for you than any of them ever have. And if you just so happen to get hurt tonight? So be it. Its better at my hands than theirs.

Ill see you soon.

Trippy P drops the microphone and heads backstage.

[Keith Williams]

The scene switches from a emotional Trippy P to the backstage area. The camera focuses upon a door. The sign on the door reads "Sir Alan Sugar".

There appears to be a heated argument going on behind that door. The sounds of a man yelling can clearly be made out. Suddenly the door opens and out steps Keith Williams.

Keith Williams:
You'll be sorry for showing me up out there earlier old man.

With that Keith slams the door shut with authority. He storms down the hallway. Various jobbers and crew take a step back so they don't accidentally bump into Keith and thus cause his wraith to fall upon them.

He makes his way down the hall and stops outside of a locker room. He looks up at the name on the door and a smirk comes across his face. He opens the door and steps inside. The door closes and the camera shows that the name is "The Peeps Champ".

Inside of the locker room, The Peeps Champ is standing in front of a full length mirror. Sitting on a expensive looking couch is former Elite Champion assistant, Christina Wade.

The Peeps Champ:
Tell me Christina, which looks better. The FHT title on my shoulder and the Elite title around my waist, or the Elite title on my shoulder and the FHT title around my waist.

Christina Wade:
Well...

Keith Williams:
Actually that FHT World title would look better on my shoulder..

The Peeps Champ quickly spins around and gives Keith a glare

The Peeps Champ:
Didn't your mother ever teach you that you should knock before entering a room. You never know what a person could be doing in here.

Keith Williams:
Actually you are doing exactly what I thought you be doing. Standing in front of a mirror looking at yourself instead of giving this lovely lady your attention.

Keith winks at Christina. She gets a smile on her face.

The Peeps Champ:
Could you please not hit on my assistant. What are you doing in here anyway?

Keith Williams:
Oh yea. I saw your little promo out in the ring earlier. How you are the greatest thing since slice bread. I mean I was sitting back in my locker room and was wondering who has the biggest ego. You or Lbm. I mean you both go around thinking that FHT and Elite revolve around you.

The Peeps Champ:
Well when you are the champion of both federations, they do revolve around you.

The Peeps Champ rubs the Elite world championship as he is speaking

Keith Williams:
Also I heard where you said that you could take on all three of our opponents tonight on your own.

The Peeps Champ nods his head in agreement

Keith Williams:
Boy you don't know what you are getting yourself into out there. By a show of hands, who has beaten these men in title bouts?

Keith raises his hand. He looks around and he is the only one that has his hand up

Keith Williams:
Just as I though. Chase, you have no experience facing these men when those belts are on the line. I have defeated Satan for that FHT world title that you are holding. Also I was the one that defeated Reaper for that Elite title that you are holding...

The Peeps Champ:
Yeah but "Sick" Nick beat you for the FHT television title.

Keith Williams:
Yeah but everyone gets lucky one time. How many times did I defend that belt against him before he won it? But what I am trying to say is that I know how these men tick. I know their weaknesses.

Now out there tonight, you be a good little transitional champion and stand in that corner and take notes while the big boys wrestle. And perhaps during the match you might learn something and be able to retain those belts at Pride and Passion.

The Peeps Champ looks up at Keith

The Peeps Champ:
Oh did you say something? All I heard was blah blah blah..

The Peeps Champ does the hand gesture where you open and close like a mouth. Keiths eyes get narrow and he gets closer to The Peeps Champ

Keith Williams:
I really don't like you. Stay out of my way out there tonight. I may be forced to tag with you, but I don't have to be friends with you. You get in the way, you will end up like Satan,Reaper and Nick. Laying on that mat looking up at the lights.

Keith starts walking towards the door. The Peeps Champ starts doing a Keith Williams impersonation behind Keiths back. Keith quickly turns around.

Keith Williams:
And another thing....I haven't enacted my rematch clause for your belt yet...

With that Keith walks out of the room

[Max Venom]

A-Damn Hater: High tensions there between Keith Williams and The Peep's Champ. But can you blame Keith for being in such an aggressive mood? His and Ulster's plans to occupy “Sick” Nick, Soul Reaper and Satan’s time came crashing down around them, courtesy of Sir Alan Sugar!

Wally Wilson: Sir Alan, who thankfully survived a plane crash a few days ago and is seemingly a changed man, took the two bastards down several pegs by forcing them to team with The Peep’s Champ in order to combat the three men who sent them scurrying last week!

Gary King: I don’t know if we’ve ever had an more evenly-matched main event in our history! Three-on-three, and this could be the match that ultimately decides who goes into the PPV with the upper hand. Harold Gunther IV and Joan Laurer are standing by on the Wrestling Apprentice set right now. Harold, who would you put your money on?

We cut to Harold Gunther IV, bearing a obviously fake smile and more than a few bandages and scars from his alteration with CAK earlier, alongside the “evidence you can apparently polish a turd”, dress-wearing Joan Laurer.

Harold Gunther IV: Well… I wouldn’t, simply enough. Its too close to call, in my opinion. However, I have to give the slightest advantage to “Sick” Nick’s team, simply because Keith Williams is stepping out of the GM office and into the ring. Experienced or not, that is a huge obstacle to overcome. He’s so dedicated to getting ready for this match that he’s not going to be on-hand for the judging, so as a trained backstage interviewer, I’ll be stepping in that role to evaluate the promo’s worth.

Wally Wilson: Joan, dear, what about yourself?

Joan Laurer: I’d also have to give it to that Nicky’s team! He does have that tough son-of-a-gun Saturn on his side!

A-Damn Hater: Satan! Satan! Satan!

Joan Laurer: Oh my God! Adam Ater is possessed!

Wally Wilson: …Back to Harold. Earlier tonight LBM also announced the return of the LBM Lottery to decide his next challenger for the Hardcore Title. Could it potentially be a Wrestling Apprentice?

Harold Gunther IV: Technically, yes. The entire group were hired on provisional contracts when they entered, for legal reasons. Any one of the remaining five men could come up later tonight, although I’d personally hope not. A rookie wouldn’t stand much chance against the F’N Legend.

Gary King: Well, next up is the Wrestling Apprentice Promo Contest. I think this one could end up being really interesting.

Wally Wilson: And I don’t. But the voice in my ear commands you to stay tuned regardless!

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We’re back at the scenic Madison Square Garden in New York City. There’s a quick pan around the audience, before we settle back on Harold Gunther IV, grimacing slightly from his injuries and Joan Laurer, trying her best to ignore negative chants from the crowd. The lighting has changed to focus solely on a lone microphone stand on the stage, with the judges, Sir Alan Sugar and Sally Wilson, in front of it and the five remaining Apprentices behind, in the shadows.

Harold Gunther IV: Welcome back to The Wrestling Apprentice! I’m Harold Gunther IV…

Joan Laurer: …And I’m Joan Laurer AKA Chyna!

Harold Gunther IV: Last week, Max Venom lasted an entire minute inside the ring with FHT/ELITE Tag Team Champion Ace Andrews and was gifted the choice of the next event, this Promo Contest. The rules are simple: Each contestant has either five minutes or up to when they feel done to impress us with their promo skills. Myself and the two remaining judges will then score them as appropriate. Joan… If you’d please…

Harold goes into position, leaving a stopwatch with Joan, who now looks a bit nervous alone on stage. The fans pounce on this weakness with some enthusiasm.

Joan Laurer: Ok… Who’s first?

Mark Fatality confidently steps up first, although it seems to waver a little upon reaching the microphone. He grasps it, there is a little static as he forces it out of the stand and addresses the audience.

Mark Fatality: My name is Mark Fatality, and that’s exactly what I bring to my opponents. Fatality. Because I’m fatal, like death. And like there’s no escaping death, there’s no escaping fatality. Mark Fatality. That’s who I am. And I’m the best Apprentice here, since I’m not some masked loony, I’m not some wannabe tough guy, I’m not some ex-WWE no-hoper and I’m not an arrogant little punk. I simply lock on and destroy. Fatally destroy, because I’m Mark Fatality.

Mark places the microphone back and walks off, now with only fake confidence in his eyes, knowing he may have flubbed it a little. The judges confer, not looking that impressed.

Joan Laurer: Well, that was certainly a promo! Who’s next up?

There’s a pause, before Dan Puder steps up to the microphone. He cracks his neck, and speaks into the stand.

Dan Puder: Dan Puder’s the name. Ask Kurt Angle about me and he’ll break into a cold sweat. I know exactly how to make my opponents squirm and suffer, I know how to torture them with my vast knowledge of holds and submissions. No one, especially the losers behind me, can even hope to reach my standards. I’ve got more potential in my little finger than anyone in the locker-room, and I dare them to prove me wrong. That’s right, I’m not short on courage, heck, I’m not short on anything that’s important. I’m Daniel Puder, and I won’t only just make you tap… I’ll make you scream.

He seems to wink at Joan Laurer, who blushes and stutters into her own microphone, before he joins the rest of the contestants at the back. The judges seem fairly impressed with Puder’s work.

Joan Laurer: Well… Shall we… erm… have the next contestant?

There’s now a noticeable wait increase from the last time, with neither Barry Whiteout, Wrestler X or Max Venom stepping forward. Eventually, Wrestler X does so, and faces the microphone. The mysterious superstar pauses… And just throws up an X with their hands, before going back down. The audience seems to enjoy the unorthodox entry, although the judges seem puzzled.

Joan Laurer: Is that it? I never got a chance to start the stopwatch… Oh well. Now who’s next, don’t be shy…

Barry Whiteout makes a mocking gesture towards Max Venom, inviting him up. Venom, with a smirk, gives him the same fake courtesy and heads up to the stage. He takes the microphone out of its stand. There’s a pause, no one has heard this guy talk before and there’s some interest in hearing his voice.

Max Venom: I had hoped to give everyone in the contest a chance to embrace their last words before being sent off into a life as a non-entity again. However, Barry Whiteout has seemingly declined to speak before me, and won’t even get that.

Venom talks with a strong, controlled voice, with a dripping sense of both self-worth and disguised anger behind each word he speaks. As he does so, his eyes survey everything and everyone with a maniac glee.

Max Venom: Its amazing how much you all walk around with an arrogance that belies your lack of intelligence. I could just be referring to the four remaining pawns currently occupying my time, but I mean it far more… globally, FHT/ELITE. You see, it’s a basic rule of war: Know your enemy, and I know everything about you. I’ve absorbed knowledge about this promotion like a sponge, then sort out more. When I learned the who the people I would be competing against were, I did my research. I can give you every contestant’s address, home telephone number and next-of-kin by heart. Can anyone else do that? Did this company, loaded with money and power and people even put five seconds into its own work? This same company that swaggers around in an air of self-importance, little knowing it slowly chokes to death on incompetence and greed. Let me teach you just how powerful knowledge is…

The crowd are completely mesmerised by this figure on the stage, and seemingly the judges are too, to allow him to continue. Venom walks the fine line between genius and psychopath with ease, and it has everyone in reach captivated.

Max Venom: A simple background check would’ve told you that Mr Whiteout here is currently in possession of a criminal record for two counts of assault and battery. It took me ten minutes once I secured the right position. You know what that means? According to your own rules when creating this contest, one in particular that stated you didn’t take such lowlifes, Mr Whiteout should not be here right now. I think you’ll find no more suitable recourse than to disqualify him right now. It’s a shame, Mr Whiteout. I’m sure your own entry into this contest would’ve been… amusing.

Barry Whiteout can only stand flabbergasted as Venom walks towards him, that sick, smug smile fixed on his face as he sees the utter dismay creep in. He turns violently towards Wrestler X, who for the first time looks unnerved.

Max Venom: And the mysterious entrant. Oh, you were fun. Who’d want to come in such a disguise? Some disgraced ex-employee who couldn’t make it any other way? Someone with severe facial scarring who knew that would cost them the popular vote? It took me days of sorting through things and surveillance before I got my answer, and I understood completely. However, you broke another one of this contest’s rules in the process, and it’s a shame. You are so beautiful… Miss Jane Garee.

With a lightning-quick movement, Max Venom unhooks the front part of the mask, revealing a very feminine face behind it. There’s gasps, shock and a few wolf-whistles. Max Venom goes to stroke her face, but Jane pulls away, on the verge of tears. Max, now in his element, strolls over to Dan Puder.

Max Venom: Dan Puder… This is my favourite one of them all-

Joan Laurer: That’s time! Time! Its over five minutes! Time!

Many audience members are checking their own watches and debating the decision, some believing it to be early, and some believing it to be overdue. Either way, you can see the complete relief of Dan Puder’s face. Max Venom is still looking rather smug, and far more self-assured than he did during his speech. The judges are now conferring rapidly, in hushed tones. Eventually Sir Alan Sugar stands up.

Sir Alan Sugar: Mr Whiteout, Wres- Miss Garee. I’m sorry, but rules… are rules. You are both disqualified from the Wrestling Apprentice.

Jane runs off immediately, on the verge of tears, her dreams in ruins. Barry Whiteout shouts expletives and threats to no avail, and is eventually dragged off by security. Sir Alan Sugar has his eyes firmly on Max Venom.

Sir Alan Sugar: This contest is over, we will not be judging it, nor kicking anyone off tonight. We’ve done more than enough… Tell me, Max Venom, who are you?

Max Venom: You’ve got a week to find out, Sir Alan. Because I know exactly what you’re going to say next.

Sir Alan Sugar: Yes, I’ve decided that much. Next week is the final of the Wrestling Apprentice. We end it then.

Max Venom: Good. People who play by their own rules end up being so easy to predict. One week, Sir Alan, and it shouldn’t take more than that. Hell, I’ll give you a clue… “Slow Poison”. That’s what I am. You have a week to find out why, and then find a cure. And don’t try to be clever by kicking me off the show before then. I could rip the very heart out of your own empire with a few simple words. Go ask around, do your research that you should’ve done weeks ago. And if you find the answer… Maybe then things will get real interesting.

With that, Venom walks off through the curtain. Sir Alan Sugar stares at him, wracked with thought. There’s no sign-off, or fancy light show. Just awkward silence until we cut back to the announcer’s table.

Wally Wilson: He’s a psychopath! He dissected two human beings right there and then with little more than his mind and tongue! We can’t have this guy in the FHT/ELITE locker room!

Gary King: Well, look. Next week is the final. And Venom has got a one-in-three chance of winning the contract.

A-Damn Hater: One-in-three? Max Venom obviously had this night planned out weeks ago. Its insane, its like he knew every detail and reaction, he knew that Sir Alan would move the final to next week once he had done this purely off instinct. He knew how to walk the line and challenge this company without being outright kicked off the show. I can’t help but feel Max Venom is pulling the strings right now.

Gary King: Look, there’s a week to go. “Slow Poison”? There’s something not right here at all…

[The F'N Legend Lbm]

(2nd draft - i didn't like the first)

The LBM Lottery 2008

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We go back live to FHT/ELITE Monday Night Legacy were the ring has been set up with a huge lottery machine filled with balls as music plays.

Standing beside the machine, is Harold Gunther IV dressed in a tuxedo and long time FHT announcer Jayne McNeal who is wearing a ballgown.

The FHT Hardcore Championship is out there already displayed in a glass box! The fans are cheering the return of the retro Lbm segment.[/size][/b]

Harold Gunther IV:[/size]
Ladies and gentlemen, my name is Harold Gunther IV alongside the lovely Jayne McNeal and we will be your hosts tonite live, as we welcome you all to the much awaited return of the Lbm Lottery!!!

Jayne McNeal:[/size]
Last seen in FHT in 2004, the Lbm Lottery has produced some historic moments in FHT/ELITE history. Who can forget when Lbm's own mother and Wally Wilson were drawn to face Lbm? Or in 2003 when Lbm marked his return to the FHT with six matches against six of the FHT's hottest divas!

Harold Gunther IV:[/size]
I bet that pissed off the guys in the locker room Jayne!?

Jayne McNeal:[/size]
You can say that again, Harold! Tonite the rules are very very simple.

1. This lottery machine is filled with balls containing the names of all FHT/ELITE superstars.
2. The machine will be turned on and then randomly draw a name.
3. The name drawn will be awarded a FHT Hardcore Championship shot immediately.

Its really that simple. So without further ado, please welcome the ELITE Global Honored Crown, FHT Hardcore Champion, The Fuckin Legend L B M !!!


Nothing Else Matters hits...[/size]

Pyrotechnics hits as The Fuckin' Legend makes his way down the aisle for the second time this evening. By his side is the ELITE General Manager Sally Wilson who now looks to be an item with her former husband once more.

Lbm and Sally hand in hand walk to ringside were they hug Lbm's children all sitting at ringside again this week. Sally makes her way to the commentary table to join her dad Wally as Lbm with both belts over his shoulder jumps up into the ring and hugs Jayne McNeal and shakes hands with Harold Gunther IV.[/size][/b]

Harold Gunther IV:[/size]
Lbm I can confirm that the balls have been checked over by our independant adjudacator. Everything is secured and we are now ready to release the balls! Jayne...

Jayne McNeal:[/size]
Good luck to all the superstars! Who knows it could be you...



Jayne McNeal presses a button on the machine releasing all the balls into the machine. The balls move around the lottery machine as Lbm stands raring to go.

Finally a ball is selected. The crowd cheer as Harold Gunther IV picks out the ball and picks it open. He looks shocked as he hands it to Jayne McNeal. She is shocked too. Lbm tries to read it but she won't let him.[/color][/b]

Harold Gunther IV:[/size]
Jayne I will let you do the honors... WOW!

Jayne McNeal:[/size]
I thought... I can't believe... The winner of the Lbm Lottery 2008 receiving a shot at the FHT Hardcore Championship here tonite is...

Vous pensiez que j'étais allé

Je n'étais pas

Vous espère que j'étais fini

Je ne suis pas

Grand Sword hits...[/size]



The lights go out and smoke and spotlights flood the stage. Flashes and lasers light up the arena as a cloaked figure rises up from the smoke on the stage. The man, cloaked entirely in white, pauses as the smoke dissipates slightly. The spotlights follow him as he starts walking down the smoke filled ramp. The man climbs up the ringsteps, walks across the apron, and climbs into the ring through the ropes. The man gets in the center of the ring as all the lights in the arena go out. One spotlight stays on the man as he grabs the edge of his hood. The man looks around at the fans, and then whips off the cloak just as all the lights blindingly flash back on. The cameras come back into focus, and the man is......

NIN HORROR!!!