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Post by Keith Williams on Jul 16, 2008 10:50:16 GMT -5
Monday, July 14TH, 2008 Live from the FHT Arena, New York City, NY-------------------- Keith Williams'Celebration[At Del Frisco's in Midtown Manhattan]_____________________________________________________________________________-AND-__________________________________________________________WRESTLING APPRENTICE FINALMax Venom -vs- Dan Puder-vs- Mark Fatality__________________________________________________________Lbm-vs- Northgate__________________________________________________________ELITE Global Honored Crown Qualifying MatchNIN Horror -vs- Lbm__________________________________________________________Debut MatchScorched Mask -vs- Extreme Mayhem__________________________________________________________Tag Team MatchKeith Williams & Trippy P -vs- Killer & ? ? ?_____________________________________________________________________________- C O M M E N T A T O R S - Gary King, A-Damn Hater and Wally Wilson Wally Wilson: What a Main Event we had last week Gary King: Yeah! I don't think I will ever be able to forget it. A-Damn Hater:Lets get on with the show!
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Post by Keith Williams on Jul 16, 2008 10:53:28 GMT -5
We open to the office of Sir Alan Sugar. He is sitting behind a mahogany desk. There are papers stacked all over the desk. Sitting in a velvet chair opposite of the desk is Elite General Manager Sally Wilson. She looks battered and bruised from the incident that took place last week on Legecy.
Sir Alan Sugar: Sally, I am so glad that you could make it this evening. How is your head feeling?
Sally Wilson: I’m still suffering some headaches from when Dijon accidently hit me over the head with that shovel. But as the acting General Manager of Elite, I can’t afford to take a night off. So what did you want to see me about? You sounded urgent when we spoke on the phone.
Sir Alan Sugar: Sally, I wish that we could be meeting under different circumstances…
Sally Wilson: Whats wrong? Is there a problem?
Sir Alan Sugar: Unfortunatly Sally, I am going to have to let you go as Elite General Manager.
Sally Wilson: WHAT? Have I done anything wrong?
Sir Alan Sugar: Its your relationship with Deon Hart
Sally Wilson: What about it? I can maintain a relationship with Dijon and also do my job as General Manager.
Sir Alan Sugar: I wish it was that simple Sally. I have had people come up to me and complain about your relationship. They feel that since you two are a couple, that is what led to Lbm winning the Elite Global Honored Crown.
Sally Wilson: That’s crazy. Dijon went out there and defeated NIN just to qualify for a shot at the Elite Global Honored Crown. That had nothing to do with our relationship.
Sir Alan Sugar: None the less Sally I am forced to let you go. When you are in a position of authority, you can’t get involved in a relationship with one of your employees. It will lead to people crying foul. I am truly sorry Sally. I wish I could overlook this, but I can’t.
Sally gets up out of the seat. Tears begin to fall down her cheeks
Sally Wilson: I understand. You are the owner after all. But tell me who is going to take over my position as Elite General Manager?
Sir Alan Sugar: Well due to his experience running the company, I am going to have Keith Williams take over that position.
Sally Wilson: What? He is totally bias towards Elite. Why you yourself last week, overturned some of his decisions. He is the wrong choice for Elite General Manager.
Sir Alan Sugar: That is true, but the man is experienced in running a company. He will be able to slip into the role and saves Elite time and money grooming another man to take over. Again I am truly sorry Sally.
With that Sally turns around and walks out the door. Right when the door closes, a door off to the side of the room opens. Out steps a very well tailored Keith Williams. He is clapping
Keith Williams: Bravo Alan. That performance deserves a academy award.
Sir Alan Sugar: You bastard..
Keith Williams: Tisk Tisk Tisk. Someone as cultured as yourself shouldn’t have to resort to name calling.
Keith walks over to Sir Alans desk. He reaches down to a box sitting on the desk. He lifts the lid and pulls out a cigar. He runs the cigar under his nose.
Keith Williams: Mmm Cuban right? You always did have good taste in cigars. You mind?
Before Sir Alan can reply, Keith has cut off the end of the Cuban, reached in and pulled up a wooden match. He strikes the match and lights up the cigar. He then notices a bottle sitting on a countertop. He walks over and picks up a glass and turns it over. He then grabs pair of tongs and drops a few ice cubes into the glass. He then removes the top of the bottle and pours himself a drink.
Keith then picks up his drink and walks over and has a seat in the chair that just a moment ago Sally had been sitting in. Keith then raises his feet and rests them on the desk top. He takes a big puff of the cigar.
Sir Alan Sugar: You are a despicable human being. How can you take pleasure out of what just happened? How do you sleep at night?
Keith Williams: Usually with 1 or 2 beautiful women.
Sir Alan Sugar: Well you got your way and now you are the general manager of Elite. Are we square now?
Keith Williams: Far from it Alan. That is unless you want your shareholders to find out how you violated my contract last week when you came out and overturned all my decisions.
Sir Alan Sugar: I didn’t know that you had that clause in your contract that stated that the owner couldn’t overturn any of your decisions
Keith Williams: Well that teaches you that you should read the fine print when you put your name onto a contract. But by doing so, it opens you up to a multi-million dollar lawsuit. Also throw in that other nasty little situation that is brewing.
I am sure the shareholders will back you and vote you back as CEO if these things come out. Who doesn’t want a CEO who doesn’t pay attention to contracts among other things…
Sir Alan Sugar: But why did you have me fire Sally? She is a single mother with two children.
Keith Williams: Alan you of all people should know why. Granted I do have the owner in my backpocket. But Sally would prove to be troublesome if she was allowed to continue as Elite General Manager. She could come out and ruin my plans at any given time. Now with me as General Manager of both companies, nobody will be able to stop me.
Sir Alan: You really think you will get away with this?
Keith Williams: Who’s going to stop me? Batman? Superman?
Sir Alan Sugar: There’s Satan, “Sick” Nick, Reaper, Hell after what just happened to Sally, Lbm
Keith Williams: Dijon? You pinning your hopes and dreams on that broken down wrestler? The man who wouldn’t know fresh material if it fell into his lap? The same guy that has done the same stick year in and year out? Don’t make me laugh. Besides he looks to have his hands full for the time being. I mean did you see it last week. How NIN just showed up out of nowhere to win the FHT Hardcore title. Also how he managed to rig the lottery so that all the balls read NIN. The man is a genius.
Sir Alan Sugar: Yeah it was a shock to say the least. How the lottery balls happened to all read NIN, how he showed up…wait a minute, did you somehow have a hand in all that?
Keith takes a huge drag on the cigar. He blows out yet another smoke ring. He lifts the glass to his lips and takes a drink
Keith Williams: Now why would I want to go and do something like that? You make it sound like I have a vendetta against Lbm or something.
Keith takes a look at his watch
Keith Williams: But you know Alan, I enjoyed our little talk. We will have to get together again soon. But now I have to take my leave. Gotta run two companies and that leaves little time to sit here and chat.
With that Keith takes the last drink out of the glass and smashes the cigar into the glass tray resting on Sir Alan desk. He then stands up and walks out of the room leaving a distressed Alan sitting behind his desk.
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Post by Max Venom on Jul 16, 2008 12:18:13 GMT -5
Wally Wilson: That bastard! That’s wrongful dismissal! I’ll sue, just see if I won’t! You don’t mess around with my daughter like that and get away with it!
Gary King: Wally! Calm down! Right now, Sally doesn’t need her father getting fired too. She’s a smart woman and she’s got LBM. She’ll be ok.
A-Damn Hater: But Keith Williams in charge of both companies? That’s a lot of power.
Gary King: Well, as Sir Alan said, he is qualified for the job. The way he got it though… First, last week Max Venom suggested he could send Sugar’s empire crumbling down with the right words and now Keith appears to have Sir Alan in his back pocket… What is our owner hiding from us?
Suddenly, there’s a disturbance near the front of the crowd. A bald-headed man with a long goatee has just tried to leap the railings, and is now fighting off security guards. He appears fairly strong, and is capable of bursting through and over the rail, where he sprints to the commentary desk. He’s just about able to make out the words “Slow Poison” before getting tackled down by three guards and dragged off, screaming incomprehensible words. A-Damn Hater: Sorry about that folks, sometimes the crazy ones get in.
Gary King: Wait… Those guys dragging him off… They aren’t our normal security guards…
Wally Wilson: Maybe that bastard Keith hired some new goons already.
But a backstage camera shows the men dragging their capture past the office of Keith Williams and into the parking lot, where they hold him up. The bald man’s eyes light with fear and anger as they look upon Max Venom, who looks amused. Max Venom: Cyprus, my old friend. You look so much… emptier than the last time we met. Where’s that happy-go-lucky comedian I used to team up with? Remember us, the Dealbrokers? Tag Team Champions, easily the best team on the independent circuit. Maybe now you’d understand me a bit more. Understand exactly what drives me to do what I do. That same emptiness.
Venom gets closer to Cyprus and speaks quicker. Cyprus looks at him with absolute disgust, but still in fear. He struggles in vain against the three men holding him back. Max Venom: That all-consuming hunger that never gets filled, that desperation, that need. The never-ending calling, the lust for seeing the same fearful look in people’s eyes that you have in yours. The power to drive anyone and everyone into the same state I wake up to every single day. Making myself feel alive for one fleeting second by destroying other’s lives. That’s what its all for. I’m a black hole, I’m poison, as you once spat out at me. I infest a system, corrupt it, ruin it for my own pleasure.
Venom lets out a cold, harsh laugh that sounds wholly appropriate. He puts a firm hand on Cyprus’ shoulder, smiling in a way that just makes him look more insane. Max Venom: Look at this… We’re sharing. Just like you always wanted. I had to make you understand first though, understand how I feel. Take everything away from you, every bit of purpose, happiness, joy… Tell me, Cyprus, why did you really come? Are you here to “warn” them all, those men you have never met before, who don’t give a damn about your continued existence. Or are you now looking to me for answers, for what to do, how to survive when you can feel nothing. Where do you go after I took everything away from you. Tell me, Cyprus… Has your daughter spoken to you yet?
Cyprus suddenly gets his right hand free and catches Venom with a massive right hook. Venom is sent crashing away, on his feet, wiping a bit of blood from his mouth. The guards hold Cyprus tighter and he struggles further. Max Venom: Fascinating. He’s still got some fight left. Shame he couldn’t channel this anger, this rage into something more constructive, instead of jumping over barriers like a drunken hobo. Get him out of my sight.
The guards start to comply and drag him off, kicking and screaming, but ultimately unable to get away from capture. Max Venom: But make sure he has a television to watch. After all, I’m sure my old friend Cyprus would hate to miss seeing me compete in the final…
With that, Max Venom turns around and walks away in the opposite direction, still bleeding a little, but also with that same devious grin that has seemingly not left his lips since last week.
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Post by satan on Jul 16, 2008 18:33:48 GMT -5
DISCLAIMER: The following message are the views and opinions of Satan. The FHT does not endorse nor support these comments. [/size]
The camera shows the graphic for Satan/The Peep's Champ at FHT: Pride and Passion. We then see highlights of last weeks Legacy main event, as the video ends with Keith Williams and Ulster holding Satan. Satan steps into view, holding the reirement papers as usual.
Satan: Goodness gracious Chase, only 'bout four days left before Pride and Passion? For me, the days leading up to our little shindig have gone so damn quickly for me, what about you? I'm sure it has been a pain-staking, sleep-losing, sanity-losing period of time for you. You see this video of last weeks finish Chase? Satan hits himself on the head. I should've known since you were there, and you had Keith Williams and Ulster hold me back. I know what your thinking man: Well gee golly whitickers Mr. Satan, I do wish that their here to help me on Sunday! But life is like that Chase, because they won't be at ringside to help you. Not them, Cristiana Wade, Lance Novak, The Peep's Choice, HardyBoy Version1, and sure as hell Mister JJ won't be there. It's just gonna be you and me Chase, that ref isn't going to be there top help. All he has to do is ring the bell to end the match, and I know you can't go to Alan Sugar since you burned that bridge.
An image of TPC nailing The Start on Alan Sugar.
Satan: It's just gonna be me an know, isn't it going to be fun? So Chase, have you yet to realize that your the first in a long line of victims that have run on for a long time? As the old song said, "God's gonna cut you down." The tongue liar, midnight rider, rambler, gamber and back biter's time are all coming. So Chase my boy, are ready for a fight? I'm ready. It doesn't matter with who or where. On foot or on horseback. With maces or poleaxes. To fight. To first blood or to death. It doesn't matter, I'm ready to fight. So are you, Chase? Are you?
DISCLAIMER: The following message are the views and opinions of Satan. The FHT does not endorse nor support these comments. [/size]
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Post by tpc on Jul 18, 2008 12:03:34 GMT -5
The Peep's Champ: No one has worked as hard as I have since my debut to make it in this business
[November 22, 2002 FHT 24/7 The Peep's Champ leaps off a Triple Cell structure landing on Little Big Man with the wannabe splash to win the Hardcore Championship in his debut match]
The Peep's Champ: I've been knocked down I've been knocked out I've even been banned
[Various clips are shown James McDaygo irish whips The Peep's Champ into barbwire ropes before they finally snap, Trippy P racks The Peep's Champ face with a barbwire bat, Satan choke slams The Peep's Champ off a Triple Cell structure, Keith Williams puts The Peep's Champ threw a Hell In The Cell structure onto a exploding mine, "Sick" Nick wraps himself in barbwire and catches himself on fire before jumping off a building onto The Peep's Champ, etc]
The Peep's Champ: And I keep coming back for more because I'm the kinda guy you can't keep down
[December 9TH, 2007 FHT V The Peep's Champ defeats Keith Williams after the Wannabe Splash in a Hell In A Cell Match to win the ELITE Heavyweight Championship]
The Peep's Champ: Satan and Soul Reaper if you think your going take away from me in one night what I have worked six years for you couldn't be more wrong
[July 31st, 2005 FHT Unfinished Business The Peep's Champ nails Trippy P with THE START for the three count to retain his FHT Hardcore Championship]
The Peep's Champ: Neither of you scare me you sweat cry and bleed the same as I do your not all powerful super demons as your names would suggest your just merman and I have beat man much better then both of you
[October 19th, 2003 FHT No Mercy The Peep's Champ makes The Joker tap out with a boston crab to win a 30 Minute Friend Vs Friend II Submission match 2-1]
The Peep's Champ: Yes you may make me suffer bleed and feel more pain then the human body can with stand in a life time but you will not break me
[December 21, 2003 FHT Xteme X-Mas II after a long match with "Sick" Nick in a Xtreme Blood Match The Peep's Champ finally passes out due to blood lost in a puddle of his own blood but not even once did he mutter the words I quit]
The Peep's Champ: Because I am a fighting champion that never quits and at Pride and Passion I will walk out still ELITE Heavyweight and FHT Undisputed Champion and I'll do it in any match you can think of believe it
[May 25th, 2008 FHT/ELITE Hell Freezes Over The Peep's Champ nails Red Ninja with THE START for the three count to win the FHT Undisputed Champion and the feed ends with him holding the ELITE Heavyweight and FHT Undisputed Championship after the match][/i][/b]
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Post by scorchedmask on Jul 18, 2008 18:30:50 GMT -5
Coming back from the commercial break "This Is Extreme (Trailblazer Remix)" by Harry Slash & The Slashtones begins playing in the arena as from out of the back is Extreme Mayhem.
Announcer: Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, weighing in at two hundred and ninety pounds and hailing from The Extreme Asylum. He is EXTREME MAYHEM!!!
Wilson: Look like this man is all smiles tonight.
A-Damn: Well when you have some cocky up and comer, you want to be the first in line to wipe the smirk off of any one thinking they could come in here and start dictating their ways.
Out from the back curtains, comes out a man wearing a cloak, to absolutely no music. The crowd is relatively quiet except for the low murmur from the crowd. Scorched Mask heads to the ring and takes of his cloak only to reveal the man wearing a reddish mask.
Announcer: And his opponent, making his FHT debut, he weighs in at two hundred and forty nine pounds. He hails from A Place Long Forgotten, he is SCORCHED MASK!!!
Wilson: Well Extreme Mayhem is making his presence known as he's quickly dropped Scorched Mask down with one clothesline.
A-Damn: See debut mistake and the veteran is going to punish him for it right now.
Wilson: Mayhem back on the offensive, picks up Mask and quick Fall-Away Slam!!! But Mayhem isn't letting up. He scooped Mask back up to his feet and Sidewalk Slam!!
A-Damn: Mask is hurting already! Extreme Mayhem has laid into him with a few hard kicks to the ribs and head.
Wilson: Mask is down and Mayhem climbs the top rope and Diving Elbow Drop across the throat of Scorched Mask!!! Mayhem hooks the leg, and the ref drops down for the pin.
One... Two... Th - Kick-out by Mask!
A-Damn: Well okay the rookie can take a little bit of pounding, but something tells me Mayhem was hopping this one wouldn't be done just from his smile on his face.
Wilson: Mayhem drags Mask back to his feet and Irish Whip to the corner. Mayhem follows through with a devastating clothesline in the corner. Mask drops down in a seated position. Mayhem runs back and goes for a charging knee, BUT MASK MOVED!!! Mayhem drove his knee right into the turnbuckle and is now showing a noticeable limp. The first sign of life from Mask!!!
A-Damn: Why? Because he moved?
Wilson: Mask approaches Mayhem from behind and quick Leg Sweep takedown by Mask!! Quickly followed through with a standing Shooting Star Press by Mask!!! But Mask is not wasting time, he's dragged Mayhem back up to his feet and Big Boot by Mask, but Mayhem dodges!!! Mayhem with a Clothesline attempt of his own and Mask dodged that!!! Mask quickly runs up the turnbuckle and Mayhem chases from behind and runs right into a Top Rope Leg Lariat by Mask!!!
A-Damn: Well seems Mask has brought up the heat. It didn't look to promising at first but maybe we've underestimated this guy.
Wilson: We?
A-Damn: We're a broadcast team, so yeah "we".
Wilson: Bah! Extreme is slowly getting back to his feet and Spinning Elbow by Mask right to the side of Mayhem's head!!! Extreme is down!!! Mask goes for the pin!
One... Two... Thre - Kick-Out by Mayhem!!
A-Damn: Phew, Mayhem isn't going to go down that easy. See us FHT originals can do the job. It just looks like it'll take a little bit of time...
Wilson: Mask is patiently waiting for Mayhem as he gets up to his feet. Mask quickly bounces off the ropes and leap with a CrossBody with a HUGE SPINEBUSTER COUNTER by Mayhem!!!
A-Damn: That one nearly took Mask's head right off!
Wilson: Mayhem picks up Mask, spins him up and POWERBOMB!!! Mask is down and Mayhem hooks both legs!!
One... Two... Thre - Kick-out by Mask!!!
A-Damn: Almost had the three there, but Mayhem is upset he didn't get the pin this time.
Wilson: Extreme is grabbing hold of Mask's head and quick kick to the abdomen by Mask into a Jaw Breaker!!! Mayhem is down to one knee and SHINNING WIZARD!!!! Mayhem is down!!!
A-Damn: Did that shot ever connect!!! Mayhem is trying to get his body back to his feet, but he's staggering a lot...
Wilson: Mask jumps on top of a standing Mayhem and locks in his head!! Mayhem is struggling and Mask kicks out both of Mayhem's legs INTO A BRUTAL DDT!!! Mayhem just got planted by Scorched Mask's finisher!!
A-Damn: He calls it the Faded Memory.
One... Two... Three!!!
Announcer: And the winner of this match via pinfall, SCORCHED MASK!!!
The crowd is in a small hush as Scorched Mask wins his debut match. The referee goes to raise Scorched Mask's arm, but Scorched Mask quickly rolls quickly out of the ring. He begins to walk up the ramp before pausing and looking around into the crowd before raising his arms in victory.
Wilson: Well definitely a convincing win tonight for the debuting Scorched Mask!!!
A-Damn: Well I never enjoying anyone starting out and defeating any of our FHT originals in their debut match, but he does show some promise.
Wilson: Perhaps we'll see more of this guy in the future anyways let's head to commercial.
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Post by The F'N Legend Lbm on Jul 19, 2008 6:20:01 GMT -5
Lbm & Sally Wilson Backstage...
We cut to the locker room area and to Lbm's plush locker room complete with plasma, leather sofa, mini bar, jacuzzi, weights, personal catering. Sally is sitting on the couch sobbing as Lbm is standing obviously furious about what has been announced tonite.
Sally Wilson is trying to calm Lbm down as he scatters the food throwing it against the wall. He opens the fridge and downs another beer before throwing it up against the mirror cracking it. Former ELITE General Manager Sally Wilson cries some more.
Lbm: Damn that piece of shit Keith Williams! This is fucking crap. The bullshit that I have to put up with in this company! They're always out to screw me - anyway they can - this is shit! Absolute bullshit... I can't believe I have lost the ELITE General Managership now as well as the FHT Hardcore Championship!
Sally Wilson: What do you mean you lost the ELITE General Manager job? That was me who lost it. Not you! I've worked so damn hard for that position and I've done it well - I was the longest reigning boss ELITE ever had. And to lose it now because of your long standing one upmanship with Keith Williams...
Lbm: So this is my fault? I'm the one to blame? Sally if you had of been a bit wiser you'd have known Keith Williams would try and screw you from the start and done something about it. Don't you dare blame me for your own stupidety!
Sally Wilson: How can you talk to me like that? Two weeks ago you told me you loved me and wanted nothing more than for me and you to be together again... how can you talk to someone you love like this? What does it matter if I ain't ELITE GM anymore... as long as we got each other?
Lbm: Of course it matters. Your the most powerful woman in the company! Together we could have made ELITE unstoppable. I could have won back the FHT Hardcore Championship and then beat The Peep's Champ for the double championship and been the biggest name in the history of the business! My life would have been amazing and now it's gone gone gone...
Sally Wilson: So is that the only reason you got back with me... the power? Sleeping with the boss to get all that you wanted... big fancy locker rooms like this? You were using me?
Lbm: Would you just shut up woman?!?
Sally had got right into Lbm's face at this point as Lbm goes to hit her... He stops short of it as he looks at her and she looks scared back at him. He gulps as inside the arena the fans all boo as Lbm was about to hit the former ELITE General Manager.
Lbm hugs her tightly as we see her eyes open as she hugs him back. Lbm stops hugging her as he kisses her on the cheek. He then composes himself as he goes down on one knee. The fans in the arena boo loudly as the ELITE Global Honored Crown champion produces a ring.
Lbm: Sally I don't care if your ELITE General Manager or ELITE's toilet cleaner. You will need to find work though but never worry about that now. Sally I love you and I wanna marry you. I don't care if this goofy and people mock me for being in scenes like this on tonite's crappy episode of Monday Night Legacy. I want you to be my wife and together we can sort all this out...
SALLY WILSON... WILL YOU MARRY ME... AGAIN???
The fans boo as moments after it looked like he was gonna hit Sally Wilson, Lbm has now proposed for the second time in the last two months on Legacy. Sally Wilson looks at Lbm in shock... then smiles as she hugs him and they kiss too loud boos from the crowd.
Sally Wilson: Of course I'll marry you!
Sally is all over Lbm now in the locker room as she starts to feel all over him and it starts getting steamy in there. She pulls off her top revealng just her bra underneath... Sally is smokin' hot as she is kissing all over Lbm trying to get his t-shirt off. Lbm pushes her off.
Lbm: Not now Sally - I just had a shower and I gotta go and try and get this whole business sorted and talk to that asshole Keith Williams and that dickhead Sir Alan Sugar about getting your job back! Sure wait for me till I return. I'll go see if I can sort this whole sorry incident out.
Lbm leaves...
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Post by The F'N Legend Lbm on Jul 19, 2008 7:01:11 GMT -5
///Hugely edited at the end to change the match for tonite///
Keith William's Office...
Monday Night Legacy returns from commercial as the holder of the ELTIE Global Honored Crown with the belt over his shoulder gets to Keith William's office. Lbm also has in his hands a huge basket that looks to be filled with stuff.
Moments ago Lbm was full of aggression in his locker room but now Lbm's mood appears mild in comparison. He knocks on the door as we hear off screen Keith shouting enter. Lbm enters the office which has a huge picture of Keith Williams & Ulster hugging on the wall as well as a huge poster of WWE's Maria.
Keith Williams: I thought I'd see you at some point tonite Little Big Man. Tell me old friend - to what do I owe the privilege of your company tonite?!?
Lbm: You know Keith I think me and you have got off on the wrong foot around!
Keith Williams: Lbm I've known you for six years. I think its a bit late for you to come to me saying this now.
Lbm: Granted Keith but in life... surely we should all be striving to love our fellow man. I'm not saying that we should be in love or anything but for the good of mankind should we not try and be friends.
Keith Williams:[/b][/size] Lbm I don't think Mick Foley really cares about us two being friends or not. But Lbm listen I am getting sick of this... I'm a very busy man. I'm running FHT still and now since Sally Wilson wasn't up to the job I'm trying to take care of all ELITE affairs too. It's not easy! So if you could just skip to the point and leave that would be good.
Lbm: Well Keith basically... oh sugar I forgot. I got this basket of stuff I thought you might like. Its not a present as such even though theres a bow tied to the basket but well I thought you might like some of this stuff...
Keith Williams:[/b][/size] What stuff?
Lbm: Okay let me see... I got Britney Spears greatest hits for you...I know you like her... remember me and you singing to her... that was fun! I got a copy of my Bargain Books record breaking best selling autobiography entitled "LBM - My success as a wrestler". I've signed it and all to you. Its a great read it really is...
Keith Williams:[/b][/size] I suppose I could do with something to read when I'm on the toilet. Anything about me in there?
Lbm: Yep... there sure is... loads! I also got you an oldschool Lbm action figure from way back when FHT used to make action figures. Still in it's box. Its from the Nasty Bastard 4 Pack era when I was LBM and not Lbm. You know these things are selling on ebay for near £6/£7 these days so treasure this.
Keith Williams:[/b][/size] £6/£7 - thats quite impressive! Any ShadowWalker figures on ebay these days? Probably isnt - I can't imagine anyone wanting to sell their ShadowWalker action figure. Things are probably worth a fortune.
Lbm: I got a signed photo of me with the ELITE Global Honored Crown and the FHT Hardcore Championship belt and listen fans were paying £2.50 to get these last week before the show started. This is yours for free. Oh and a Lbm mug!
Keith Williams:[/b][/size] Lbm what in the hell do you think I want with all this crap?
Lbm: Keith I was hoping you could get Sally her job back or something! Like come on - you don't wanna be the General Manager for ELITE as well? You did it before and you sucked at it remember... No offence. But you know ELITE has gone through so many authority figures in the past... Powers that Be, Robb Saunders, Casino, Marcus Gold, your good self, Sir Alan Sugar. Sally Wilson was the one person that lasted in that job. She did a great job and I know she had a lot of ideas for the future of the company.
Keith Williams:[/b][/size] What ideas did Sally have?
Lbm: Of hand... um... well I think she wanted to make sure that I got a the FHT Hardcore Championship given back cause ratings were huge for last week's show and she thinks that was because of the Lbm Lottery and she thinks that cause it wasn't done fair I should get the belt back.
I think she said something about wanting NIN Horror to face off against Blade/Ace Andrews in a handicapp match tonite cause she thinks that it would be a unique match up. Ohh and also she said that she thought the company should get behind me and push me towards a big match up with The Peep's Champ for the double championship?!?
Keith Williams:[/b][/size] Those were all Sally's ideas?
Lbm: Yeah I thought they were pretty good. I mean she had other ideas about booking big name main events every week and something about holding a money in the bank style ladder match and giving Ulster more air time but they weren't as good I thought... Keith come on... give her job back! You know its the right thing to do?
Keith Williams:[/b][/size] Lbm you know I've listened to what you've had to say and you make some good points. Let me mull this all over for a moment... ... ... Okay heres what we'll do. Remember the time you stripped me of the ELITE Heavyweight Championship?
Lbm: To be honest no...
Keith Williams:[/b][/size] Oh I think you do. Well I ain't gonna strip no one of any titles tonite. Instead though the guy you thought was good enough to warrant stripping me of the belt and handing it over to - I'm gonna make a match for the pay per view in which you will get a rematch for the FHT Hardcore Championship but you'll also have to defend your ELITE Global Honored Crown against NIN Horror!
As for tonite... well Lbm you can make your way down to that ring right now cause you've got yourself a match tonite boy! And because you like shock value - well I ain't even gonna tell you it's against. You'll find out when you get out there...
Now run along scamp. Oh and congratulations on your second engagment of the month. Same old shit ehh Franchise boy... Hahahaha
Lbm sits there looking shocked and pissed off as he gets up and exits the office with Keith Williams laughing at him. Lbm looks pissed off as the scene ends.
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Post by Ash Strife on Jul 19, 2008 17:17:50 GMT -5
A scene opens up with a hearse dragging a trailer pulling into the Monday night legacy building. The camera zooms into the driver seat showing a smaller man in a hood with CAK riding shot gun. CAK and the driver get out with the driver holding a velvet bag and CAK going to the back of the trailer and wheels out a large casket. The driver sets the velvet bag over the closed coffin. CAK stats to wheel the coffin to the ring.
Wally Wilson: looks like we are expecting company here.
A damn hater: this should be interesting to say the least.
Gimmie Gimmie Bloodshed blast over the PA as a coffin being wheeled by CAK comes down followed by a smaller hooded man. Once the coffin is at ring side both CAK enters the ring with a mic and the smaller man grabs the bag off the coffin.
CAK: FHT… Elite… the time has come… a new area and finally I see the light… my goal… my destiny here… In the beginning there was only darkness and soon it shall go back to that… for I have assembled “a family”… a family of psychos, lunatics and freaks… and together we shall place FHT/Elite in our cold dark hands… little by little we shall take over much like the darkness does… the past is dead… the days of being a good guy a day… the FHT television championship is too… dead that is why I claim this as the only belt worthy of my waist…
CAK reaches into the bag and pulls out a title shaped much like the TV title but with different plates on it.
CAK what I hold before you is the FHT/Elite Dead Championship… a belt which an only be defended in certain gimmick matches such as casket matches, buried alive, hell in a cell, escape from hell and other sick matches of that nature…
CAK hands the belt to the hooded man who places it around CAK’s waist and fastens it.
CAK: The man you see now is a man you has seen the true darkness which sleeps in each and every one of your souls… a man who has stared into the blackness of his own heart and awoke a new man. Introducing the black pope him self… Helos Ben Zahir… Pope Zahir or the Black Pope.
CAK lets out a chuckle and the looks at the coffin.
CAK: And now to the box below has something to do with this…
CAK rubs the title around his waist.
CAK: As I will defend my Dead Championship tonight in not a standard casket match but…
CAK points to the box and Pope Zahir opens it showing it lined with nails, barbed wire, broken glass and other painful looking objects.
CAK: A very special one indeed. Rules are the same first on to be locked in the box loses. But now for an opponent… as much as I would love for it to be LBM, no he is too busy to play with me but another man that cost me big… I say Reverend Daddy Joe! You will be first on my list for revenge.
Wally Wilson: RDJ here tonight? After that huge loss to LBM… I thought RDJ was gone for good?
A Damn Hater: yes I agree I thought he was gone too
CAK: Come on out Joe… meet your destiny… meet your fate… embrace death.
Still no one comes out from out back.
CAK: Well no LBM… No RDJ… then I will have to take out my anger on… you!
Just as CAK says you Mr. Monday Night gets thrown from back stage by an unseen force. A ref is following but CAK stops him.
CAK: you won’t be needed as Pope Zahir is the law in a Dead Championship match.
Pope Zahir takes off his hood to show a black and red ref shirt. CAK then climbs out to the floor and charges MMN.
Wally Wilson: and We have a Dead Championship match tonight. CAK vs. Monday Night.
A damn hater: last time these two faces CAK crushed MMN, I expect the same thing
Wally Wilson: also last time there were rules… this time anything goes.
MMN connects with a round house style kick to he head of CAK, only making the big man stagger. MMN, then jumps on the barracde and starts to pummel fist into the face of the champ. CAK having enough grabs MMN by both hands and Throws him into the crowd. CAK follows and picks up a folding chair and gut checks MMN.
Wally Wilson: CAK with a early lead here and MMN looks in bad shape.
CAK: Come on JOE! FIGHT ME!
A Damn Hater: Well That is RDJ as far as CAK is concerned and ouch id hate to be MMN right now
CAK begins to kick MMN in the chest before winding back the chair and drilling him in the back of the head. Opening the chair CAK sets it up and picks up MMN and Sidewalk slams him onto the open chair breaking it in half. As MMN rolls in pain CAK climbs on top of him and rains down heavy fist until he is drawling blood with every blow.
Wally Wilson: I know everything goes right now but come on ref.
A Damn hater: Pope Zahir isn’t even in the crowd, he is still in the ring smiling one of the sickest smiles I have ever seen and somehow I don’t think he would stop this monster who is on a war path.
CAK getting off MMN picks him up and drills him right back to the concrete floor with a spine buster. MMN’s head makes a sick bump off the floor the groan of the fans. CAK seeing that MMN is done for smiles and picks up his victim and heads to the ring. Setting him up for the abyss of Woe Pope Zahir stops him and points to the announce tables.
Wally Wilson: no finish him already this is uncalled for.
CAK smiles and picks up MMN and runs at the ropes, bounces off and towards the table area with MMN on his shoulder
A Damn Hater: DUCK!
CAK flings MMN over the top rope with a running Awesome bomb right onto the announce table which MMn bounces on to a sick thud as well.
Wally Wilson: I don’t think CAK is done as CAK climbs through the rope and is standing on the apron. CAK roars and NO!
CAK leaps from the apron to the announce table with a body splash, breaking the table under his weight, leaving MMN motionless.
A Damn Hater: Hello Hello can anyone hear us?
Wally Wilson: this is madness
CAK gets to his feet and walks MMN to the Casket and dumps him on the floor and orders Pope Zahir to open the box. The Pope does as he is told and CAK sets up MMN for a power bomb and drills MMN into the box to an explosion of glass, thumbtacks, nails and other sharp materials. CAK closes the lid and Pope Zahir calls for the bell.
Announcer: the winner and still FHT/Elite Dead Champion… Crazy Ash Killa!
Wally Wilson: Poor MMN… NO the man is out leave him alone.
CAK reaches for a latch and grabs a lock from the pope, locking the casket and pushing it up stage and orders the pope backstage who returns with a can of gas and a sledge hammer. CAK soaks the casket with the fuel and sets it ablaze.
Wally Wilson: NO! There is a human being in there.
A damn hater: I even don’t have some comment to go here.
CAK then raises the hammer and brings it down onto the burning casket over and over again till MMN rolls out of the side bleeding from the mouth with various sharp object sticking form his back. CAK raises his Title high and walsk back stage with the pope as EMTs tend to MMN.
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Post by Absolute Horror on Jul 19, 2008 20:28:56 GMT -5
Legacy goes back to Lbm’s plush locker room. Sally Wilson is in front of the cracked vanity mirror. She is more dressed up than before, wearing a tight black number. She is sitting at an odd angle to apply her makeup in a non-cracked area of the mirror. Sally is putting on ruby lip-gloss as a door opens off camera.
Sally Wilson: (ecstatic) So how did it go!?
Voice: Just wonderful darling.
Sally turns around surprised to find the new FHT Hardcore Champion, NIN Horror. The fans react with scattered boos, cheers, and schoolyard ‘oohs’. NIN is wearing tight red jeans, black boots, and a black FHT/ELITE “New Horror Show” t-shirt. NIN’s hands are behind his back as he swings back his leg to close the door. NIN pulls out a bouquet of flowers as Sally jumps up, visibly angered.
Sally Wilson: (simmering) You.
NIN Horror: In the flesh. I brought you these, I’m so sorry about what happened last week—
Sally grabs the flowers out of NIN’s hand.
Sally Wilson: Sorry!? It’s your fault. It’s all your fault. You terrorize my children, Lbm beats you for your title fair and square in your own match, and I rightfully fired you right after. So next week you ruin the return of Lbm’s Lottery segment by fixing it, and steal his Hardcore title, and nail me in the head with a hammer in the process. And now, because of you I’ve lost my job as GM and that dog Keith Williams has it!? Yeah, you have a lot to be sorry for!!
NIN: Sally, now I know you’ve been through a lot in the last few weeks, but I didn’t hit you with that hammer, Lbm did.
Sally: …but you pulled me in front of it.
NIN: When you’ve been in the ring as long as me, and you can ask Lbm this, you react to things on instinct. That’s it Sally, muscle memory. And still, I didn’t swing that hammer at full force knowing you were nearby, but we both know who did.
Sally sits back down and cools off. She holds up the bouquet and starts looking at the flowers.
Sally: You got a lot of nerve just walking back here you know? Lbm could be back any minute and if he finds you here—
NIN: Oh I’m sure Lbm is pretty busy trying to find out who his opponent is tonight. Oh, I guess you haven’t heard. Keith kinda rejected all of Lbm’s ideas, and booked him against a mystery opponent tonight. Sorry.
Sally sighs and pulls out a single, five pedaled yellow lily. She sets the bouquet down and plays with the one flower.
Sally Wilson: (defeated) Of coarse. Sometimes I think Lbm is destined to mess up anything that goes right for him.
NIN: It must be hard, not having a man you can count on,
Sally picks off a pedal. Yeah.
NIN: A decisive man,
Sally picks off another pedal. Yeah.
NIN: A strong man,
Sally picks off a third pedal. Yeah.
NIN: A man who knows how to command respect,
Sally picks off a forth pedal. Yeah.
NIN: A man who can mastermind a plan and actually see it to the end.
Sally picks off the last pedal. She looks up at NIN and pauses.
Yeah.
There is a brief and intense moment of silence as NIN and Sally look at each other. Sally quickly looks away nervous. She stands up and walks over to the mini-bar.
Sally: Can I get you something to drink?
NIN: Please.
Sally grabs two crystal glasses and a bottle of champagne. She hands a glass to NIN and sets hers on the nearby table. Sally fumbles around with the bottle, smiling at NIN. Sally uncorks it weird, and champagne gets all over her dress.
Sally: Oh no!
She sets down the bottle and tries to clean up with a small napkin.
NIN: Oh, here—
NIN takes off his shirt and uses it to dab Sally’s wet dress. Sally and NIN are trying to clean up her dress as NIN gets on one knee and dabs lower down on her dress. They both slow down, and eventually look into each other’s eyes. They comfortably enjoy the silence as the fans are growing restless.
Sally: So how do you see this ending?
NIN: —
The Terminator theme is quickly knocked on the door before it is opened. Sally and NIN whip their heads towards the door, with looks of fear and impatience respectively. Jack Kent pokes his head in through the door.
Jack Kent: (whispering) Lbm’s coming!
NIN gets up and touches Sally on the shoulder before walking to the door. She is holding his wet t-shirt in both hands. NIN walks through the door, and then looks back in.
NIN: Oh by the way, congratulations.
With that NIN leaves and closes the door. The camera focuses on Sally Wilson, standing there holding NIN’s shirt to her body. A moment passes and she comes back to earth. Sally looks around, tosses the shirt, and starts fiddling with the stuff on the table just as Lbm walks into the room. He slams the door shut, clearly in a bad mood. Sally looks surprised to see him.
Sally: So, how’d it go?
Lbm: Bad, how does it look like it went!? To top it off that bastard Keith booked me in a match and didn’t even tell me who against.
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What the hell happened to you?
Sally: — Oh, uh, I spilled champagne all over myself.
Lbm sees the bottle, and then the two glasses.
Sally: I was going to pour us some champagne to celebrate the good news, but I just had a little accident.
Lbm: I think I’m going to need something a little stronger than champagne Sally. Why don’t you go change before you catch a cold.
Sally looks down at her wet dress, almost surprised.
Sally: Yeah, good idea.
Sally walks into the bathroom and closes the door behind her. The camera focuses on Lbm, obviously on his last strings. Lbm licks his lips, and then heads over to the mini-bar. He opens the door on the fridge and reaches for something, but then stops. Lbm reaches down on the floor, and picks up a balled up wet black t-shirt. Lbm holds up the wet shirt and shakes it loose. The shirt opens up, and NIN Horror’s printed face looks Lbm square in the eyes. Lbm squeezes the shirt in his fist as he looks furiously up and away…
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Post by The F'N Legend Lbm on Jul 20, 2008 5:50:43 GMT -5
NOTHING ELSE MATTERS hits...
Pyrotechnics explode throughout the rampway as the current holder of the ELITE Global Honored Crown, The Fuckin' Legend Lbm makes his way down towards the ring. Lbm walks to ringside, and jumps up into the ring. He gets up on the top ropes and shows off his belt to the crowd as flashbulbs go off. Lbm jumps down now as he hands his belt to referee Leon Spinx as he awaits his opponent for tonite's match.
Jayne McNeal: The following contest is a non title match up scheduled for one fall! Introducing first from Northern Ireland. He is the reigning holder of the ELITE Global Honored Crown, The F'N Legend... L B M!!!
She pauses as some clap but most boo
Jayne McNeal: And his opponent... Born on the moon Figure4Leglock in the galaxy Translyvania, he is the world's largest luchadore... NORTHGATE!!!
LICK A SHOT hits...
Lbm can be seen in the ring mouthing the words "Who?" and questioning the referee as Cypress Hill plays and all eyes look toward the entrance ramp. The huge 6 footer has to bend his head down to get through the ramp as he slowly walks towards the ring accompanied by Jack Kent.
Lbm sees Jack Kent who is shouting instructions at the monster on the way down the aisle. They stop mid way down the ramp and look back up towards the back as NIN Horror wearing the FHT Hardcore Championship belt around his waist (AND NO T-SHIRT) comes out to join them.
You can see the panic on Lbm's face now as he sees the three men walking toward the ring. Northgate climbs up onto the apron using one step ala Kane while Jack Kent stands at ringside still shouting instructions over to him. NIN Horror walks over towards the commentary table were Wally Wilson stands up repulsed. Lbm is watching all this.
Wally Wilson: There is no way he is joining us here! After what that SOB pulled last week!
Gary King: Are you gonna tell him? Wally sit down and compose yourself. You're supposed to be a professional. NIN Horror is joining us at the announce booth right here...NIN welcome!
NIN Horror: My main man Northgate is getting some air time so I'm out here to get a close look at the action and help you guys along somewhat. Hey Wally how's it going son?
Wally Wilson: Don't you provoke me NIN? I swear to you... I've been around this business a lot longer than you... I've forgotten more holds than you'll ever know so just keep it cool around here!
NIN Horror: Sit down old man and stop getting hysterical! Didn't you used to drink? Are you drinking Wally Wilson? I'm out here to simply to watch my main man Northgate take on my opponent for this Sunday night Lbm in a match up. Then I'll leave.
DING DING DING
Lbm stands opposite the much taller Northgate showing no fear as Leon Spinx has called for the bell. Jack Kent can be heard shouting stuff in the ring to Northgate. Lbm tries to punch Northgate in the chest but it doesn't phase him. Again Lbm tries to punch Northgate but just laughs at him. A third time Lbm punches Northgate in the upper body and this time Northgate pushes Lbm half way across the ring.
NIN Horror: HA HAH HA HAH HA!!!
NIN Horror stands up at the announce tables and laughs out loud attracting Lbm's attention. Lbm turns towards NIN Horror shouting back at him as NIN Horror points "behind you" to Lbm. Lbm turns around as Northgate comes and pushes him into the corner turnbuckles with authority.
With one hand he holds Lbm, Knifeedge chop... Lbm screams in pain as Northgate hits another one and another one. Jack Kent shouts into the ring to Northgate as Northgate obeys and hits an elbow into the face of Lbm who falls onto the mat. Northgate puts his large boot into Lbm's head now as he is lying grumbled up. The referee counts to five and gets a break from Northgate as Lbm pulls himself up.
Northgate comes at Lbm again grabbing him by the throat and choking him. He picks him up in the air one handed for a chokeslam but rather than drop him, Northgate walks across the ring and throws him into the opposite turnbuckles. Northgate backs up and runs towards Lbm squashing him. NIN Horror again stands up and laughs at commentary!
NIN Horror: He is squashing that repulsive little irish man for me! There's gonna be nothing left of Lbm come time for the pay per view! Thats a disgrace that Lbm is wearing that ELITE Global Honored Crown. He isn't fit to lace my boots. This sunday I am gonna embarrass that little bitch and I'll be the one wearing all the gold!
Wally Wilson: You are a vile disgusting individual NIN Horror. When will you stop all this? What is this vendetta you have against Lbm? You attacked the man's children, you hospitalised his future wife, you took his championship, you saw to it that my Sally lost her job. What type of human being enjoys seeing someone suffer like this?
NIN Horror: What type of human being am I? Your precious future son in law is the bad seed Wilson. All I've done is expose that spineless piece of shit for what he truly is. He's using your daughter for his own power gain. He's over rated to the point it's not even funny - in 2008 this has been/never was has no business wearing any championships!
As things get heavy at the commentary table, Northgate has Lbm in control inside the squared circle. Northgate picks up Lbm for a sidewalk slam in the ring. But he doesn't break his crip and stands back up again and nails the move a second time. Again he doesn't break his crip as he picks up Lbm for a third one. Northgate covers the holder of the Global Honored Crown. One, Two, Kickout!
Lbm kicks out on two and still is pulling himself to his feet. Northgate is called into the corner by Jack Kent who mouths something in his ear. We hear Kent saying "Finish it... Northgate Driver II". NIN laughs at ringside, as Northgate with a glint in his eyes stalks Lbm. He grabs him and puts his head under his arm setting up for a package piledriver.
Lbm has it scouted. Lbm grabs his arm and takes Northgate down to the mat on his chest and Lbm sinches in a crossface. Some cheers actually for Lbm here for the sharp he executed the move. Lbm has it on tight as Northgate cries out in pain. Jack Kent jumps up on the apron as Lbm breaks it to go after Kent. Lbm nails Kent off the apron as he turns again to the big man Northgate.
Lbm dropkicks Northgate in the stomach bending the big man over. Lbm comes running off the ropes and hits a clothesline. The big man rocks but doesn't go down. A second clothesline of the ropes has more effect but still the big man doesn't drop. Northgate is swaying as Lbm comes running back for a third time and hits it. Northgate goes down as Lbm sees this oppurtunity.
Lbm in a hicup jumps up to the top rope waiting for Northgate to get up. Lbm leaps off with a huge crossbody splash. Northgate goes down again. Lbm covers him. One, Two... Kickout. Northgate kicks out barely as he gets back to his feet! Jack Kent is back up on the outside shouting more instructions!
NIN Horror: Come on Northgate what are you doing? Take this punk down. Jack - get him back in this... come on...
Gary King: Lbm has been in there over the years with some of the biggest and baddest man FHT and ELITE have ever produced! Thats why he's called The F'N Legend right there. His risiliency!
Wally Wilson: Come on Lbm... Do it for Sally and the kids! Come on Dijon... if you do this one... I'll pay for the wedding myself!!!
Lbm is standing in the ring waiting for Northgate to stand up. Lbm waits for Northgate. Lbm kicks him in the chest. He picks him up over his shoulder. FU-LBM... FU-LBM... FU-LBM... Lbm picks the big six foot monster Northgate up over his shoulders across his back as the fans are actually cheering Lbm somewhat again.
Lbm growls in pain as he executes it perfectly. FU-LBM!!! The ring looks to almost shake as Northgate crashes to the mat. NIN Horror stands up and takes off his head set immediately after the move hits. Lbm covers Northgate. One, Two... NIN Horror is in the ring and boots Lbm to the back of the head.
DING DING DING [Northgate is DQed]
The referee immediately calls for the bell signalling a disqualificcation. NIN Horror turns Lbm around and the two begin to exchange blows. Lbm is fighting his all out against NIN here as the fans are on their feet cheering. Jack Kent jumps up into the ring and throws Leon Spinx the referee over the top rope as the bell rings again.
Lbm smashes NIN Horror into the corner ropes and unloads with right hands as NIN Horror comes back at Lbm and nails him with some. Lbm has the advantage now as from behind Northgate grabs him by the neck and throws him off NIN Horror. Jack Kent nails a sucker punch on Lbm with little effect. Lbm goes to get Kent when Northgate grabs him by the throat and chokeslams him.
NIN Horror immediately jumps down onto Lbm's body and begins choking him and battering him with fists. Lbm is getting a battering now as NIN Horror tells Northgate to hold Lbm. Northgate holds a lifeless Lbm now as Northgate hits him with repeated shots to the mid section. Jack Kent jumps out of the ring and grabs the ELITE Global Honored Crown from the timekeeper's table and the FHT Hardcore Championship from the commentary position.
He hands NIN Horror the ELITE Global Honored Crown. NIN Horror smashes the belt into Lbm's face as Northgate lets go of his grip. Sally Wilson, the former ELITE General Manager comes running down the aisle and jumps straight into the ring begging NIN Horror to stop this assault. Jack Kent pulls her out of the way trapping her into the corner.
NIN Horror lifts Lbm up in front of his future wife now and blows a kiss back at her. SPINNING TORTURE RACK INTO A PILEDRIVER that NIN Horror calls Creature of the Night. Lbm is laid out inside the ring. Lbm lays face down on the mat now as NIN kicks the back of his head into the mat further. NIN Horror shouts something to Northgate who jumps out of the ring and grabs the referee.
NIN turns Lbm around flat on his back and covers him. We hear him say the words "Keith Williams said..." The referee shakes his head no but is pushed down. NIN Horror has covered Lbm here. The referee counts. One, Two, Three!
DING DING DING [NIN Horror has pinned Lbm]
NIN Horror picks up both belts and shows them off to the crowd. Wally Wilson, Sally Wilson's father has left ringside and jumps up into the ring and gets in the face of NIN Horror screaming to let his daughter go. NIN grabs Wally by the tie as Wally has just showed great bravery. NIN releases him and tells Jack Kent to let go of Sally Wilson in the corner. Sally checks on Lbm as Wally stands there comically with his fists raised.
NIN Horror calls back his troups as the three men, Northgate, Jack Kent and NIN Horror all leave the ring having done the damage on Lbm. They head back up the aisle. NIN Horror has the FHT Hardcore Championship over his shoulder as he walks. The ELITE Global Honored Crown is lying on the mat inside the ring. Referees check on Lbm as NIN and company stand victorious in the aisle way.
Gary King: There telling me in my earpiece that NIN Horror just pinned Lbm in a ELITE Global Honored Crown qualifying match!?! Is that right? Keith Williams' booked Lbm vs. NIN Horror for immediately following Lbm vs Northgate!
A-Damn Hater: So it means there can be no doubt this Sunday. It will be champion vs champion, title for title! And after that, NIN Horror and his crew just took Lbm apart there. What about Wilson though - that crackpot!
Gary King: By my counting that makes it four weeks in a row we've seen Lbm vs NIN Horror on Monday Night Legacy! That has to be a new record. By my counting it's 2 wins a piece! So Pride & Passion is gonna be the rubber match here as Lbm is getting helped to the back!
FHT/ELITE Monday Night Legacy continues
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Post by Max Venom on Jul 20, 2008 12:21:50 GMT -5
Sharply dressed, Harold Gunther IV and Joan Laurer stand on the custom-built stage for the Wrestling Apprentice Final. Behind them is a mysterious object covered in a black sheet and now the only judge left to participate, Sir Alan Sugar, sitting down next to it, worried expression on his face. Gary King: Well, Keith Williams insisted he really didn’t feel like participating further in the contest-
A-Damn Hater: -And Sir Alan just let him drop out like that. He’s truly got a hold of the man. And obviously, Sally Wilson isn’t ELITE GM anymore so….
Wally Wilson: It doesn’t matter if she’s ELITE GM or not! The Wrestling Apprentice is a completely different task! She’s still a judge! She should be allowed to continue that at least!
Gary King: Wally, calm yourself. Sally’s probably with Lbm right now anyway…
Wally Wilson: …Sorry. Its this whole NIN thing. Its getting to me…
“First of Tomorrow” by Sundown to Zero, the official theme to the Wrestling Apprentice starts up and Sir Alan stands up and stares directly at the entrance ramp, where the three finalists walk out. Dan Puder, strong, athletic and ready for combat. Mark Fatality, the “dark horse” and ex-American football player. And Max Venom, the calculating mastermind, who gets a stare from Sir Alan Sugar that implies utter disdain.
Sir Alan Sugar: Congratulations. By hook or by crook, all three of you have made it to this stage. Tonight, one of you will be leaving with a five year contract with this company… guaranteed. At FHT/ELITE Pride and Passion, live on Pay-Per-View, you’ll get to sign that contract and choose either ELITE or FHT as your “home” promotion. Of course, there’s a little matter to get to before that. Two of you will leave tonight empty-handed. Now, the Wrestling Apprentice was always going to end in a straight wrestling match… But the final was meant to be for two people, not three. So one of you will have to leave right now… And we’ll be using this to decide who…
Sugar lifts the black cloak off the object to reveal a large spinning wheel. There are a multitude of segments, all with interesting sounding names such as “Pie Eating” and “The Knight’s Choice”. Sir Alan gets right in the face of Max Venom now, abandoning all pretence of this being an equal contest. Sir Alan Sugar: Chance! Random chance! Dozens of possibilities and eventualities! Dozens of ways to lose and disappear forever! I can’t help what happens next but none of you can either. And that’s the beauty of a spin of the wheel. You can’t be prepared.
He spins the wheel and it does a few rotations before stopping surprisingly sturdy on the segment reading “Last Eliminated Choice”. Sir Alan smiles while Max Venom is now staring a hole into him. Sir Alan Sugar: Well, isn’t this delightful karma! Ladies and Gentleman, I give you Wrestler X, AKA the beautiful Julie Garee!
It doesn’t take a genius to figure out the fact he already has her ready and waiting backstage means he was always expecting this outcome. These thoughts are momentarily taken from the male audience member’s minds as the stunning former “Wrestler X” comes through the entrance in a dazzling dress. She surveys the three men left with a smile, except Max Venom who she just stares at, the man who took her out of the contest last week. Sir Alan Sugar: Take your time if you want, dear. I’m going to enjoy this…
Julie Garee: As will I, Sir Sugar, as will I.
She walks right up to the last three men left. Dan Puder has gone poker face. Mark Fatality is grinning a little. Max Venom is looking down, expression unreadable. She looks at all three men in turn. When she finally reaches Max Venom, she looks down at him. Julie Garee: I’m going to make you regret everything you did in this contest to win. The lies, the cheating, the slander, the exposure… All of it. You manipulated everyone involved in this thing and that-
She is interrupted by sounds of a woman panting… And the crowd explodes with immature cheers as up on the big screen is an unidentifiable couple in the “throes of passion”. Sir Alan’s eyes look like they’re about to explode out of his head. Only Julie Garee notices a small smile on the face of Max Venom again. The cheers suddenly turn into a collective retch when the camera pans out to reveal Dan Puder is one of the participants and the other is Joan Laurer. Dan Puder’s poker face shows noticeable cracks while Joan bursts into tears and Harold places an awkward arm around her. Sir Alan starts screaming for it to be shut off, and after a few moments, it is. Sir Alan Sugar: …Let me guess. Talent sleeping with the presenter. You think I’ll just disqualify him, as I have been doing so blindly, left and right, throughout the contest… No, you piece of crap, no. Joan Laurer does not influence the judging panel at all, she’s here simply to read from an autocue and she can’t manage that usually either. That’s your Get Out of Jail card? Your last roll of the dice? Too bad. Max Venom, you are finished. Done. And I never want to see you here again.
There’s a pause. Sir Alan Sugar’s triumphant speech turned into an aggressive tirade and everyone on stage is aware of it. Sir Sugar sits down and motions for Julie Garee to proceed with her official role. Julie Garee: That’s just it. Another example of that twisted genius you possess. “Slow Poison”… I looked it up. You leave a trail, Venom, one you tried to cover up, but there’s always something. I know a fifth of what you are planning, most likely, and that’s enough to scare me to death. That’s why I need to do this. As the Last Eliminated, my choice for the elimination is… Mark Fatality.
The reaction is amazing, everyone seems to jerk upwards. Sir Alan is suddenly visibly shaking. Mark Fatality is loudly repeating the word “What?”, Harold Gunther goes bug-eyed, Dan Puder looks completely stunned and Joan Laurer… Well, she looks mildly puzzled. Meanwhile, slowly, surely, Max Venom’s head starts to tilt upwards and the smile is bigger and madder than ever, and there’s even a bit of cold laughter. Security, obviously prepared to carry Venom out of the arena, instead escort Mark Fatality off. Venom takes a microphone from Harold, who is still too shocked to put up any resistance. Max Venom: Arrogance, Sir Alan. I warned you about it, and did you listen? I knew you’d try to pass it off as random chance Julie Garee would be here tonight, but I’ve known since she walked out last week. That look on your face when you had to eliminate her and knew you’d also need to deal with me. Such basic psychology, Sir Alan, it was easy to know your arrogance would want me to go out in some sort of pathetic notion of karma.
I’ve used the last week wisely, Sir Alan, I’ve been talking to Miss Garee here and telling her, as she said, “a fifth” of my plans for this company. You know what girls like? Ambition, drive and passion, and I can offer the first two and do a convincing fake of the third. A few nice words, a few drinks and one simple promise of a valet contract, and I was always ready for this. What did you do this week, Sir Alan? I gave you a week to find out about me, and I know for a fact all you did was a Google search.
That’s the difference between me and you. You fake knowledge, you fake readiness. Me? I knew every possibility. I was ready for all eventualities. Sir Alan, I am prepared. And because of your ignorance, I can ensure you, FHT/ELITE is not.
You can cut the tension with a knife. Julie Garee has draped herself around Max Venom, who pays her little-to-no attention.
Sir Alan Sugar: You’re… You’re a psychopath.
Max Venom: Yes, I am. Congratulations, you’ve learnt something about me tonight at least.
Sir Alan turns to Dan Puder, desperation in his eyes. Sir Alan Sugar: You! Beat him, destroy him! If you win, you won’t just get the contract, I’ll give you a shot at any title you want. Top of the card if you wish! Just make sure Max Venom doesn’t win!
Dan Puder: Why, between his constant speeches, his cheap actions and the fact that he saw it fit to tape me… “in action”, I’m more than ready to send him to the hospital. And with a contract and your promise, Sir Alan, I’m going to go one step further and send him to the graveyard.
Sir Alan’s smile is back as he strides over to Dan Puder and pats him on the back. Max Venom and Julie Garee face the two off with confidence. Gary King: I hate to have to do this, but the network will hate us if I don’t. We’re taking a quick commercial break and when we come back… Max Venom vs. Dan Puder for an FHT/ELITE contract!
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Post by Max Venom on Jul 20, 2008 12:22:24 GMT -5
We return to find Max Venom and Dan Puder in opposite corners, going through traditional quick warm-ups. Julie Garee is in Max Venom’s corner and Sir Alan is in Dan Puder’s. The referee goes over to both men to check if they are ready and for illegal weapons, taking notably longer to check Venom. The bell rings and the two men circle each other, looking like ancient gladiators in the pit. Wally Wilson: It comes down to this! Man-on-man! Max Venom may have wormed his way through the entire contest, but unless he can go right here, in the ring, its all meaningless!
Gary King: He’s certainly “talked the talk” for the past few weeks, but this is where it all matters. And Dan Puder is an accomplished shoot fighter. He’s the guy who put Kurt Angle in a submission hold that many say was unbreakable! If he locks that on now, that could be it!
They lock up in the middle of the ring. Puder pushes Venom back a little, then hooks under, flipping Max over to the ground. He floats over, checking for an opening, but Venom is suitably covered up. Dan Puder instead resorts to straight knees to Venom’s head. Usually the referee would stop him after a few, but Puder is allowed to continue, most likely due to having the boss in his corner. Venom eventually rolls out and gets back to his feet. Puder is now the one smiling. A-Damn Hater: Venom can’t try to out-wrestle Puder here! He needs to stay on his feet at all costs!
Puder charges in suddenly, Venom leaps over him and rolls up, and waits for Puder to turn around, meeting him with a stiff kick to chin. Pin attempt… 1...2- Kickout by Puder, and a forceful one at that. Puder locks an arm Venom exposed during the pin, and starts to twist on it. He starts to pull down on it, attempting to wrench in clear out of its socket. Venom’s face barely disguises the pain he is in. Gary King: Its that same move he tried on Kurt Angle! He’s now trying it on Venom!
Puder brings his legs over… And locks them in! Venom is in the hold, and its surely only a matter of time now. Venom tries to roll over to the left, then the right, but neither is close enough to the ropes. He starts to force himself backwards, towards the ropes behind him. He gets slowly closer and closer… Before Puder starts pulling back, bringing Venom right back to the middle of the ring again. Venom’s arm has started to go red. Wally Wilson: Max Venom’s done so much for this contract. Granted, crooked things, but still, he’s put a lot of effort in those tricks and now he’s going to go down. Its an unbreakable hold, either Max will tap or he’ll break his arm.
A-Damn Hater: He best tap. A contract is worth fighting for, but getting a broken arm for nothing? Someone as smart as Max Venom should be able to see the logic in it.
Dan Puder looks psychotic, pulling more and more on the arm, and now screaming, his own face red with rage. Sir Alan looks on with a mean grin, while Julie Garee has her eyes shut. Suddenly, Venom starts to arc his body upwards, using his legs as leverage. With his free arm, he grabs onto Puder’s right leg. Gary King: What’s this? Surely doing something like this only adds to the pressure?
Venom starts to roll up Puder’s body, and the objective is made clear, Puder’s shoulders are touching the mat! Puder can’t break the lock in the current position! The referee makes the count, just as Sir Alan catches on and screams in rage. The bell rings and Venom collapses down again. Puder lets the lock go, a moment too late, as the referee signals Venom’s victory. Erik Knights: Here is your winner, by pinfall, and now an official member of the FHT/ELITE roster… Max Venom!
Sir Alan rolls into the ring, as Max Venom pulls himself up on his one good arm. His other is bright red, and hangs limply at his side, but already the pain seems to be subsiding. Sir Alan whispers in Puder’s ear as the referee rolls out of the ring, job done. Puder charges at Venom once more, but this time, Venom is more than prepared. He catches Puder on his shoulders, and brings him into the middle of the ring, staring at Sir Alan. He flips Puder so his stomach is facing the ceiling, and suddenly crashes down in a reverse Death Valley Driver! Puder lies motionless as Venom slowly gets to his feet, and Sir Alan backs off. We clearly read two words off Venom’s lips: “Lethal Injection”. Wally Wilson: “Lethal Injection”? I guess that’s the move’s name?
Gary King: And I guess now we’ll be seeing a lot more of it. I don’t know yet what to make of Max Venom. That was a hero’s performance in the ring, and… I felt myself rooting for Venom, despite everything.
Wally Wilson: …Let’s say, hypothetically, you’re a psychopath and understand how to get emotional reactions out of people. Is it too much to say Venom perhaps let Puder take the advantage here? That last move he just did suggests he could’ve wiped Puder out in moments…
A-Damn Hater: Don’t take away from what Venom has done here. Its one thing to win a contest against a shoot fighter, its another when the shoot fighter has the owner in his corner! Next week, Venom will sign the contract and make it official, but who for? And has Sir Alan got anything else up his sleeve?
Sir Alan abandons the ring, and Puder, storming to the back. Venom and Garee walk off, receiving a mixed reaction from a crowd not completely sure about this newcomer.
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Post by Blade on Jul 20, 2008 13:21:00 GMT -5
[The camera opens in the arena basement. Blade is sitting down on a folding chair, head down. Psychosocial, the upcoming single from Slipknot, is playing from the sound system that Blade has installed. Blade has pulled the hood of his top over his head. Blade lifts his head up, looking at the camera. His face is slightly obscured by the shadowy hood and the low quality light of the basement. In his hand is a remote, which he uses to turn down the music slightly, fading it into the background.]
Blade: Isolation. The feeling of being alone; even in the company of others. It’s a feeling that I should be used to by now. Ever since I was a kid I never had many friends. And when I did, they ended up turning on me when the bitching and the bullying started. Only one person ever stood by me throughout that hard time, and judging from the last time I saw him, he is probably either locked away or is in a psychiatric hospital by now.
Why am I talking about this, I hear you ask? I look around this place, and I see no friends. LBM, who would happily stab you in the back if it meant a marriage proposal, or if you had a feisty older auntie. Keith Williams, who now has so much power that, in a decision that sounds like it was written by Vince Russo, could destroy your career if you pointed out a spot on his nose. The Peeps Champ, whose arrogance is going to get himself beaten not once, but twice at Pride and Passion and leave him with nothing. NIN Horror, a man that quite frankly hates everyone anyway. Crazy Ash Killa, a talentless hack who is so obsessed with death he would probably be happier in a grave than a wrestling thing. To be honest, tats probably what he was hoping would happen when he got in my face last week. And now, from the events moments ago we have a total psychopath wandering around, who knows what the fuck will happen there.
[Blade pulls back his hood.]
Blade: The only reason I came back to this place is I needed a job and they were desperate enough to give in to my pay demands. However, in a complete twist of fate, I find out that Ace Andrews had been signed to a contract. This is a guy who I worked with in UWC, whose life I saved during the first ever Triple Fusion Cage. I trust him and his in ring ability. That's why I chose him to be my tag team partner. But, we're both a bit egotistical. -That- is the reason we've been fighting. A clash in our personalities. Neither of us are willing to admit that the other person -may- be better than themselves. Admittedly that's -not- the best group dynamic, which is bad when you are tag team champions.
Unknown to all of you, me and Ace have been arguing after Legacy has gone off the air the last few weeks. Last week, it came down to a decision. The rumours have been circulating for weeks but now I can officially confirm that at Pride and Passion, it will be Ace Andrews vs. me. Like the name of the PPV itself, it will be a battle of Pride, and our Passion to prove who the better man is. This is what it has come down to, the only way to settle this dispute. And it will be me who becomes the victor. I am the best damn thing to come into this company, yet people look past me. Take notice, because it is my fate to rise to the top of the ladder and become World Champion. That is the gospel according to the British Destroyer.
[Blade picks up the remote once more, turning the music back up. Blade turns to face the camera again, and simply smiles as the scene fades.][/b][/color]
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Post by "Sick" Nick™ on Jul 20, 2008 16:10:49 GMT -5
The show switches over to Keith Williams’ office, where we see Keith sitting back in his chair watching the show when the door opens. In walks Ulster with Soul Reaper.
Keith Williams: Ahh, gentlemen. Come on in and sit down. Thank you Ulster for bring Mr. Reaper here.
Keith sits up and folds his hands on top of his desk as the two superstars sit down.
Keith Williams: Gentlemen, last week and tonight is a cause for a celebration. With what we have pulled off… Brilliant! I would like to invite the two of you to join me at this wonderful Italian restaurant in Midtown. You guys will love it. It’s called Del Frisco’s and they have…
Soul Reaper: … And why would I, so called, “break bread” with you?
Keith Williams: Look, it’s free food. You understand the concept of free food, right?
Reaper gives an unenthused nod of acceptance.
Keith Williams: Good. So tonight the two of you and a few others will join me for a meal for the ages! Think about it Ulster. What better way to celebrate your glorious return then with good food and a few hot mommas?
Ulster: I like the way you think. But how else is coming?
Keith Williams: I am inviting a couple of my backstage eyes and ears, if you know what I am saying. And of course a bevy of beautiful women!
Ulster: Consider us there!
Ulster gets up and leaves with a smile on his face. But Reaper is slow to get up.
Soul Reaper: Look. I don’t like you.
Keith Williams: You don’t like anyone.
Soul Reaper: … True. But I will humor you for now.
Reaper starts to leave, but stops. He turns around as he is standing at the door.
Soul Reaper: There better be some good bread sticks there.
And with that said, Reaper leaves the room and the scene ends.
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