Monday Night Legacy - August 4th, 2008

["Sick" Nick™]

Monday, August 4^TH, 2008

Live from the Ibiza Rocks Hotel, Ibiza, Spain--------------------

CONTRACT SIGNING
Biggest Contract In FHT/Elite History

Keith Williams Offers A Superstar The Biggest Contract In FHT/Elite History

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-AND-

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TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP
Title Match ? ? ?

Ace Andrews [c] -vs- Max Venom



SINGLES
Match

Scorched Mask -vs- General Grood


SINGLES
Match

Keith Williams -vs- Danny McMullan


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PLUS

Lbm's Bachelor Party!!!


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- C O M M E N T A T O R S -
Gary King, A-Damn Hater and KEVIN F'N KELLY

Gary King: Ladies and gentlemen welcome to FHT/ELITE Monday Night Legacy, my name is Gary King!!!

A-Damn Hater: My name is A-Damn Hater and this guy is... what did you say your name was again?

Kevin Kelly: A-Damn you never change! My name is Kevin Kelly and my gawd its like time has stood still! Wally Wilson is on absense and Sir Alan Sugar asked me to fill in - for these two great companies - how could I refuse!?!

Gary King: Kevin you were the original voice of FHT long before Wally Wilson muscled in on your job and you were the pay per view specialist calling all the early ELITE supershows! On behalf of everyone here tonite... Welcome back!!!

Kevin Kelly: Lets get down to the ring!!!

The fans give Kevin Kelly a standing ovation live in the sunkissed Ibiza.

["Sick" Nick™]

As the fireworks finish up, Keith Williams is already standing in the ring. With a microphone in hand, Keith waits for the crowd to die down.

Keith Williams:
Wow… what a response. You guys must really love the FHT and Elite. What did you guys think of that PPV?

The crowd goes nuts.

Keith Williams:
That’s what I thought. Well, with that said, I have a big announcement tonight. Tonight we will ink one of the biggest superstars to a long term… and might I add, a lucrative… contract! He was a part of one of the triple threat main events, and was certainly a huge part of the PPV. He has been waiting a long time for a contract like this and tonight he gets it. So sit back, and enjoy the show.

Keith’s music hits and he leaves the ring as the show continues on.

[Blade]

[FHT/ELITE Legacy starts the show backstage in the outside parking lot where the burning heat of the white isle is causing the tarmac to smouldering. Blade is standing in the middle of the picture, enduring the burning sun in his leather trench coat. Hanging loosely at his side, Blade is holding what appears to be a baseball bat, indicating bad intentions. With his head down and eyes close, Blade allows the burning sun to fuel his burning rage, preparing himself for the task at hand. The purr of a car engine begins to punctuate the sound of the party goers in the distance. The purr escalates into a growl, the car that it belongs to getting closer and closer. Blade raises his head, and opens his eyes as a black stretch limousine pulls into the view. The camera zooms in on the front door as it swings open, the chauffer climbing out. The chauffer walks to the back door of the limo and pulls it open. The man inside the limo swings his feet out onto the tarmac and pulls himself out.]

Ace Andrews: Thank you Henry, take a break until I get back.

Henry the Chauffer: Yes sir.

[Ace makes his way towards Blade.]

Ace Andrews: Wasn’t expecting a welcome committee, is there a reason you’re waiting for me?

[Blade ignores Ace as he turns and walks alongside him. When they reach the door into the arena, Ace takes off his shades and turns his attention towards Blade again.]

Ace Andrews: God damn I love this weather, don’t you?

Blade: Not really, where I’m from you kind of get used to the rain.

Ace Andrews: So, you haven’t lost your voice then?

Blade: No, I haven’t.

Ace Andrews: So then, what do you want?

Blade: -Payback!-

[Ace turns sharply to face Blade, bringing his hands up, as if to plead for Blade not to attack.]

Ace Andrews: What the hell? Why the fuck do you want payback, I beat you –fair- and –square- last night!

Blade: Not you, you bloody prat, I mean the lurch brother bitches who attack us...well me, last night after our match. Crazy Ash Killa -and- that other bastard. They attacked –me- and slammed –me- through that table as you were fleeing up the ramp. Now I don’t give a crap about that, but you’re going to help me.

Ace Andrews: No way! You brought this on yourself Blade, you hit Ash, and -you- provoked him. I don’t care if you’re my tag team partner, I have a match against Max Venom I need to prepare for. Look, I know you’re pissed off but what the hell is this going to achieve? You will get a chance to get some payback, they pretty much accepted our challenge. So just chill out and get wasted.

Blade: Sorry Ace, but that’s just not good enough.

[Blade turns and storms off, his grip on the bat now visibly tighter. Ace just looks down the corridor after Blade, his expression a mixture of confusion and frustration. He just shakes his head and pushes open the door into the nearby locker-room as Legacy replays the events from Pride and Passion.]

[scorchedmask]

As the events from the past Pride & Passion PPV finish replaying, walking down the arena hallways is Scorched Mask. As he reaches an intersection, Extreme Mayhem comes out and cuts Scorched Mask off. Extreme Mayhem looks over his former opponent before breaking silence.

Mayhem: So punk, just because you beat me in your "debut" you think you can strut down these hallways like you own the place.

Scorched: ...

Scorched Mask simply stares back at Extreme Mayhem through his mask's eye holes and doesn't budge nor does he respond.

Mayhem: You going to disrespect me by not answering me punk?

Scorched: ...

Scorched Mask lets out a small whimper of laughter angering Extreme Mayhem. As Extreme Mayhem tightens his fist, he is stopped by ELITE's own General Grood.

Grood: Ha. Maybe he's silent because he finds your FHT wrestling skills worthless. Hell I don't blame him. Now had he faced an ELITE wrestler, he may have been shown the proper competitiveness and actually handed a lost in his debut.

Mayhem: You think your funny? If your so damn tough, General, you teach him a thing or two.

Grood: What you think boy, think you can tackle me on.

General Grood lets out a hearty laugh, when Scorched Mask walks up to General face to face before stepping away. Scorched Mask points at himself then points back at General Grood nodding. Before General Grood can respond, Scorched Mask points towards the exit hallway to the ring and begins to walk away. General Grood turns to Extreme Mayhem.

Grood: I'll show you how it is done.

General Grood walks away leaving the camera fixated on Mayhem.

Mayhem: We will see old man. We will see.

Mayhem begins to snicker as the camera cuts to a commercial break.

[Blade]

[FHT/ELITE Legacy returns to the backstage area where a camera man has found Blade, following the hunt. Blade has since removed his leather trench since the parking lot, but Blades hair is now soaked, his forehead now dripping with the extreme heat from the exotic climate. Each step is filled with purpose, with rage and determination. Payback is in mind and the target is Crazy Ash Killa. Blade races down the corridor, the cameraman hot on his heels. Blade kicks open a nearby door, poking his head across the threshold and looking for any occupants.]

Blade: ASH!!!

[The one Blade wants isn't there, the hunt continues as Blade heads further down the corridor. The camera turns to look in the room before following Blade, finding the members of the crew playing strip poker, with Chuck being forced to cover his manhood to avoid embarrassment. When the camera rejoins Blade, he is opened another door and gone inside. A loud crash echoes from the room, followed by a small scream. Blade storms out from the room, his rage growing by the minute. The cameraman again takes a look into the room. The source of the scream is obvious by now, albit slightly worrying as RDJs Momma, LBMs former fiancée*, is on the floor crying. She is gathering small bits of cardboard in her hands, crying into them and utter sweet nothings to them. On closer inspecting, the parts seem to be from a cardboard cut out of the man himself, LBM. The cameraman ignores the disturbing site and Blade pushes past a pair of double doors. On the other side of the door, one of the stage hands is sitting down on a steel folding. Blade grabs the man by the scruff of the neck and pins him forcefully against the wall, baseball bat held against the man’s throat.]

Blade: ASH! WHERE IS THE BIG PIECE OF CRAP?!

Stage Hand: I....I...I...I...I....dun...dunno, I haven't see...see...seen him.

[Blade lets go of the poor stage hand, who falls to the ground before scrambling away. Blade spins on the spot, shouting at the top of his lungs.]

Blade: I WILL FIND YOU! AND WHEN I DO, IT WILL BE THE LAST THING THAT YOU SEE!

[Blade swings the baseball bat, slamming it into a nearby vending machine, smashing the front. The machine goes haywire, spitting out cans at an alarming rate. Blade steps over the cans and walks towards the cameraman, pushing past him and knocking him to the crowd, as FHT/ELITE Legacy cuts to a commercial.]

*What woman hasn’t?

[tpc]

[As we come back from break Sir Alan Sugar appears on the titan-tron]

Sir Alan Sugar: Hello ladies and gentleman as you know by now The Peep's Champ suffered muti concussions at the hands of Satan at Pride and Passion and being so his highly paid doctors say he may never step into a ring ever again

[Sir Alan Sugar clears his throat as the fans boo]

Sir Alan Sugar: Now I know you guys feelings on that because why The Peep's Champ did piss a lot of people off he was in fact a incredible athlete

[Sir Alan Sugar shakes his head yes in agreement with the crowd as they cheer]

Sir Alan Sugar: He also had more Pride and Passion for this business then anyone else in that locker room he stayed why everyone gave up on this company

[Sir Alan Sugar again shakes his head yes in agreement with the crowd as they cheer]

Sir Alan Sugar: And he wouldn't want this place to end or be held up because of him that is why I believe we would be in agreement on the announcement I'm about to make....I here by strip The Peep's Champ of the ELITE Heavyweight Championship

[Sir Alan Sugar shakes his head no in disagreement with the crowd as they boo]

Sir Alan Sugar: Now I know what your thinking that I'm doing this because me and The Peep's Champ has had our disagreements but its not and if The Peep's Champ was here he would tell you this is the right choice because he wants whats best for the company and the company must move on

[Sir Alan Sugar again shakes his head no in disagreement with the crowd as they boo]

Sir Alan Sugar: And being that we both want whats best for the company and that the company must move on they will be a ELITE Tournament held to crown a new ELITE Heavyweight Champion......now please enjoy the rest of your evening

[The crowd boo as the titan-tron fades to black when all the sudden the whole area begins to flicker]

HaHaHaHaHaHaHaHaHaHaHaHaHaHaHaHaHaHaHaHaHaHaHaHaHaHaHaHaHaHa

WHY SO SERIOUS

HaHaHaHaHaHaHaHaHaHaHaHaHaHaHaHaHaHaHaHaHaHaHaHaHaHaHaHaHaHa

[The lights stop flickering as the camera slowly fades to black to the confusing of the crowd][/b][/i][/center]

[satan]

"Shout At The Devil" by Motley Crue blasts as the new FHT Undisputed Champion Satan walks out. The crowd is extremely hostile towards him as loud chants of "TPC" are heard throughout the arena. Satan steps into the ring, and looks at the crowd in disgust. Satan picks up the microphone left by Alan Sugar.

Satan: (Singing) Were gonna make it after all! Man, does it feel great to be world champion, again. What is it, the fourth time that I've held this belt? This time, it feels much more sweeter than the last three time. All you here and the folks at home wanna see how? I must warn you, this does require a parent near-by. Roll the footage.

TPC climbs onto the table and attempts to pick Satan up for the Burning Hammer, but Satan muscles his way out. Satan gains the upper hand and nails a DDT on the TPC! The table doesn't break, so Satan does it again!

Satan: (Narrating as video goes on) Right here, I knew I finally found that piece of the puzzle. You see, the TPC is able to take gigantic amounts of punishment. The man has survived everything that Keith Williams, Lbm, The Joker, Sick Nick, Red Ninja, Trippy P, and hell even Master has dished out.

Footage ends

Satan: But you see, I'm a different type of person. I'm like a surgeon, once I dial in on a body part, It's all over. Sure I could've worked over the leg to prevent the start, but the head is..different. You see with a leg, it takes awhile to wear it down, but with the head it's a whole new ball game. Once bad fall, and it all goes down the shitter.

TPC goes straight to the outside and grabs the chair, and comes back inside the ring. TPC places the chair on Satan's stomach and climbs back up to the top rope. Satan is able to get back up, and throws the chair right at TPC, and the champ falls off the top roper and hits his head hard on the floor! The ref quickly makes the X signal as medics come out to check on TPC.

Satan: (Narrating as video goes on) I know I could just let him go, and gets a rematch any time I wanted. But, I've seen too many old 80's NWA to figure out what happens next. I know that he comes back 100% better, and I'm screwed.

Footage ends.

Satan: I'm not going to be fooled as easy as some people. I know that he's hurt and I need to continue. I know your wondering why do this to a family man, but he knew what he got himself into. The man violated one rule in this business, and he needed to be punished.

As medics and FHT road agents gather around the fallen champ, Satan grabs the chair and goes outside. Satan scares off the medics and road agents with chair and grabs the champion and drags him onto the announce table, and delivers yet another DDT onto the table. Satan, frustrated that the table didn't break, DDTs TPC again, but it doesn't break!

Satan: (Narrating as video goes on) So, I decided that I was going to finish this up. The pain and torture had to end, so why not end it with a DDT or two? You see that table must be a tasteful Noguchi replica by Herman Miller because that thing was tougher than hell to break.

Footage ends.

Satan: Ladies and gentleman, the final chapter to what I career: The Destruction of Chase Stapleton by Satan the third Esq.

Finally Satan props TPC against the table and grabs a television monitor. Finally the ref steps in to stop Satan, but Satan pushes him out of the way. Satan cracks TPC with the television monitor twice in the head, each one helping to open a new cut on the champ's head.

Satan starts to unleash punches, stomps, and knees all aim at the Peeps Champ head. Satan goes over to corner, and takes the padding off the turnbuckle off, and drags TPC near. Satan puts the TPC in-between his legs and hoist's him up for a power bomb! Satan drops TPC, back-of-the-head first right onto the exposed steel. Satan goes to pick him up again, but the ref is stopping the match! The ref signals the X as medics start to come out.

The ref hands Satan the belt, and tries to get him out of the ring as medics wheel the Peeps Champ out on a stretcher. Satan looks on in disgust and he actually goes outside and hijacks the stretcher! Satan wheels him back down to the ring, and releases the straps holding TPC down. Satan picks up the steels steps top and throws it aside, and places the TPC's head on the bottom step. Satan puts his boot on the TPC's head and raises the boot up in the air, and brings it right down on the TPC's head. Finally armed security comes out to help the road agents and get Satan out of there. Satan slowly backs up, and then lifts the belt in the air as FHT @ ELITE: Pride and Passion goes off the air.

Satan: (Narrating as video goes on) BAM! Right at that moment, I know that I would be finishing it up. Those monitors really do hurt, especially is a 320 pound man bounces them off your head. That powerbomb was a nice little improv, and that stomp was just like Bananas Foster, it was worth the wait.

Footage ends.

Satan: Let that be a lesson about what happen when you step to the other side. Somebody is always waiting for you to dish out some revenge for the people whom trusted you, the people that considered you family, it's all karama.

Satan drops the microphone and leaves as we go to commercial.

[The F'N Legend Lbm]

[ooc nin horror bit included]

Nothing Else Matters hits...[/size]

Pyrotechnics explode all over Ibiza, as the ELITE Global Honored Crown champion and FHT Hardcore Champion, The F'N Legend Lbm alongside his fiancee Sally Wilson make their way down toward the ring!

Dressed in a short sleeve flowery shirt, shorts and sunglasses Lbm with a patch over his forehead, Lbm looks great as the former ELITE General Manager Sally Wilson is wearing a summery dress and looking gorgeous tonite!

Gary King:[/size]
What a match up two Sundays ago at Pride & Passion, between NIN Horror and that man Lbm! For over one hour, those two contested the most hard fought ladder match in history for those two championship belts! It was truly incredible!

A-Damn Hater:[/size]
I have seen so many special things in my time sitting here at ringside for FHT and now FHT/ELITE! But that match... one hour smack in the middle of the pay per view - it was awe inspiring. NIN Horror and Lbm had the greatest ladder match of all time! Thats fact!

Kevin Kelly:[/size]
I watched the match at home on pay per view guys and let me tell you - in one hour these two did not let up. This time last year Lbm was retired and NIN Horror was the future of this company. A year later Lbm not only held his own with the future of this company - but he beat him! Incredible match up!

Lbm steps up onto the apron and holds the ropes for Sally Wilson as Lbm is receiving a very good reaction from the sunburnt fans in Ibiza. The fans are applauding as Lbm jumps up on the top rope and holds up both belts to show off.

Sally Wilson stands in the ring applauding her man as Lbm's music dies down and he jumps down off the top rope and is given a microphone from ringside ready to address this crowd a week before his wedding.[/b]

Lbm:[/size]
Man is it good to be in Ibiza tonite!!! Tell me this... did anyone here happen to see FHT/ELITE Presents Pride & Passion... because if you did... you saw The F'N Legend Lbm and The Best Wrestler in the World Today NIN Horror steal the fucking show!!!

Crowd pops...[/color][/b]

Lbm:[/size]
There calling it "The Greatest Ladder Match of All Time". For over one hour, NIN Horror and myself took each other to a new level that either of us have ever been. My body is still aching as I am sure NIN Horror's is too, two weeks after that match. Physically I doubt we'll ever be the same again!

And NIN Horror... as I stand here tonite live in Ibiza not only the ELITE Global Honored Crown champion but also as the reigning FHT Hardcore Champion - NIN I have only two words for you. NIN Horror I wanna say... THANK YOU!!!

The crowd cheer despite the somewhat shocking "thank you" by Lbm... Sally Wilson even looks perplexed at the remark.

Lbm:[/size]
Just over a year ago my career was in the toilet. It had been a long time since I last had a truly good match. I had lost my passion for this business. I retired NIN and I sat back for six months and watched guys like Crazy Ash Killa, Red Ninja, The Peep's Champ and NIN Horror I watched you... I saw what great things you guys were doing and I wanted a piece of it.

I didn't dream in a million years that I would come back after six months off and be anywhere near as good as I was. Well NIN Horror I wanna say thank you to you tonite because at Pride & Passion when I hung in there in that ring and went toe to toe with you for over one hour in "The Greatest Ladder Match of All Time", I realised that not only was I just as good as I was... NIN Horror I WAS FUCKIN' BETTER!!!

The crowd applaud Lbm who nods his head as Sally Wilson claps for her fiancee.[/b]

Lbm:[/size]
Thank you. Thank you. Right now I don't even think I have peaked yet - can you believe that? I'm a double champion. I am the FHT Hardcore Champion and I am proud to be the ELITE Global Honored Crown champion and I will continue to fight each and every chance I get to defend those titles for you fans.

Trippy P, Ulster, Keith Williams, Crazy Ash Killa, Red Ninja, The Peep's Champ, Satan, Soul Reaper, Killer, Crusher Casey, Blade, "Sick" Nick, Sorched Mask, Ace Andrews, Max Venom and certainly NIN Horror... You guys are all gonna get a chance at any of these titles. But before I do that... before you see Lbm in the ring again. Well I got one small matter to attend to!

MY WEDDING!!! Later tonite, I will going on my stag night which will be great but that aint nothing because next week you Sally Wilson will do me the honor of being my wife (again) and I could not be happier. Sally Wilson you have made me the happiest man in the world and all the success I am right now is enjoying can be attributed to the love and support you have given me. We already have a family of two beautiful twin boys and my other sons love you like their own mother! Sally Wilson next week on FHT/ELITE Monday Night Legacy I will feel so honored and proud to have you as my wife. Sally Wilson I am so absolutely head over heels in love with...


Grand Sword hits...[/b]

The crowd cheers as a heavily bandaged up NIN Horror makes his way down the aisle in a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. NIN Horror looks serious as he walks down the ramp quickly, jumps up on the apron and into the ring and stands right in the face of Lbm. He grabs the microphone from him![/b]

NIN Horror:[/b]
You know what I am sick and tired of this bullshit from you Lbm! Lets cut all this crap shall we and talk about the facts! The fact is Lbm two weeks ago at FHT/ELITE Pride & Passion, you got lucky! I could give you credit all night long about how you put up a great fight... but fuck that shit I ain't gonna bother!

Lbm I was robbed! The best man did not win the match and fans were left to witness a great miscarriage of justice! That won't happen again Lbm! Lbm I want a rematch. You shouldnt be a double champion - you shouldn't even be a single belt champion! So Lbm I'm telling you right now - it might not be tonite - it might not be next week - but I ain't done with you yet. Not by a long shot jack!

NIN Horror and Lbm butt heads now as they are slanging each other a bit. Sally Wilson seems concerned and tries to pull them apart from each other. Lbm pushes Sally out of the way a little bit trying to get at NIN Horror as he then grabs Lbm's arm forcefully.[/b]

NIN Horror:[/b]
Don't you touch her!

Lbm:[/size]
Who the hell are you to tell me what to...?

NIN Horror:[/b]
Sally what are you doing with this guy? Seriously Sally... what is this all about? Your so much better than this poor excuse for a man! Your smart, your beautiful, your funny... your a great mother and you were a great ELITE General Manager. Why throw all that away by marrying this guy for a second time! Everyone thinks your crazy to go through with this wedding - everyone!!!

This guy would have hit you with a hammer to try and get me. He doesn't love you and if he does... well he doesn't love you half as much as he loves himself! Sally please listen to me... take my hand and I'll take you away from all this. Screw the wedding and Lbm... come with me and we'll have fun! We could be great for each other! Sally I love...

Lbm:[/size]
You love her? Don't make me laugh! NIN I gave you a chance here tonite. I came out here and I put you over and for what - you to come out here and try and break up my relationship. What does Sally want with beef burgers when she got Sirloin Steak every night at home. NIN we're a family... next week we're gonna be married and there ain't nothing you can do about it. Get out of my face!

Lbm shoves NIN Horror now as NIN jumps back at Lbm and the two men who had the greatest ladder match of all time begin to fight inside the ring. Sally screams as security and officials run down to the ring and pull them apart. Lbm grabs Sally Wilson and the two head up the rampway as NIN Horror is dragged off by cops screaming to Sally Wilson. Sally looks back at NIN Horror concerned as Lbm takes his future wife to the back as FHT/ELITE Monday Night Legacy continues.[/b]

[Ash Strife]

CLANG!

The sound of a hammer striking iron fills the air back stage and sparks are seen on the titan tron.

CLANG!

Ash: So your looking for me Blade… ha ha ha… your really funny man with your bat, like that is going to help you.

CLANG!

Ash: and my this seems like a busy month for me… I get to win back my tag team titles… an Elite World heavyweight tournament and looks like soon I just might get my hands on you LBM…he hehe

CLANG!

A flash of sparks are seen as CAK is with a welding torch and seems to be carving into steel.

Ash: Ahhh finished… beautiful aren’t they.

The camera pans out to show two giant iron crucifix’s one with Blade carved into it, the other with Ace.

Ash: You see boys these are my gift for you and my stipulation for our little dance when you two face us!

The lights slowly brighten up back stage to show CAK, Pope Zahir and the giant from Pride and Passion.

Ash: What I demand is an Iron Crucifix match. These two beauties will hang from the stage as the four of us tear into each other like starved dogs over a meal. We fight until one tam is able to bring their opponents up the stage and strap them to these crucifixes and raise them in the air. And don’t worry boys these will be able to hold either me or my partner so this won’t be rigged… HA HA HA

The camera pans out to the three backstage before focusing on the giant of a man next to CAK.

Ash: As for this man don’t concern yourself with him right now for he will be revealed later on… let the mystery ride out a little longer. But Blade there will be a double crucifixion at the PPV… and you will have the fight of your life!

Ash: and now for this tournament for the Elite Heavyweight championship… I officcally put my name down as the first entrant. I came oh so close to winning that title back when Keith held the belt if it wasn’t for a last minute screw job from my tag title partner at the time and this time I bring the gold to the darkness! It matters not who I face as soon I reclaim my tag titles and walk out as the new World heavyweight champion! Sweet screams children and know this… there will be blood

The camera slowly fixes on the two giant crucifixes before slowly fading to black.

[The F'N Legend Lbm]

Backstage with Lbm[/size]

We cut to the back were moments after leaving the ring, Lbm is now by himself in his private locker room. Lbm has cracked open a beer beginning the celebrations for his stag night!

Sally Wilson is not present at this time! Lbm takes out his mobile phone, looks through his numbers as we can hear in very clearly ringing.[/size]

Lbm:[/size]
Hello? Mrs Ackerson? Hows it going? ... ... its Lbm here! How are you? ... ... No I'm good thanks ... ... ... I was ringing looking for j-man - well Darren sorry ma'am ... ... ... Ha ha ha I'm sorry ... ... ... Anyway is he home? ... ... ...

He's not. Well could you do me a favor Mrs Ackerson? ... ... ... I'm getting married next week ... ... ... YES AGAIN ... ... ... Well yeah I was wondering if he would wanna come and be my best man ... ... ... It would make the day extra special to have [team joker] back together!

Mrs Ackerson listen I'm gonna have to go ... ... ... Okay you too! Have a good evening - I'm sorry to wake you ... ... ... Bye, bye!

Lbm hangs up the phone and takes another sip from his beer. He looks at his mobile phone again and selects someone else's name. Again we can hear it ringing![/size]

Lbm:[/size]
Hello is that David ... ... ... Davey Hughes my gawd good to hear your voice! ... ... ... How's the family? ... ... ... Man thats too bad! When? ... .... ... Man that sucks! And are you going out with anyone at the moment? ... ... ... Cool cool cool! ... ... ... Me? Well I'm getting married! ... ... ...

YES AGAIN!!! Why does everyone keep saying that? ... ... ... Hey well I'm sorry about the whole me marrying Sammy thing - hell I should have known never to take your sloppy seconds. Espically the one you lost your virginity too ... ... ... David listen I would love it if you could be there next week?! ... ... ...

No I didn't invite Edgecutioner! Master him and Miguel will be there - they're waiting tables at the reception! Ha ha ha... ... ... Your fuckin right Davey ... ... ... So you'll come next week then! Oh you can't come!? ... ... ... Man it would be really ... ... ...

Well you know what David - screw you! I let you end my streak and you can't even be bothered to show up for my wedding ... ... ... screw that "you'll be there at the next one". I wanted you at this one! I gotta go ... ... ... Bye!!!

Lbm hangs up on David Hughes who wants no part of the lame ass Lbm wedding ceremony next week. Lbm again rifles through his phone. He smiles as he rings this number![/size]

Lbm:[/size]
Hey Stacey "the kat" Carter! Hey it's Lbm here ... ... ... Listen I'm getting married next week ... ... ... Yes again ... ... ... Well anyway I was wondering did they ever find Venom yet? ... ... ... Hello? ... ... ... Hello? ... ... ... What did I say? I always hated that bitch!

Lbm disconnects his phone after obviously Stacey Carter hung up on him! Lbm rings someone else now.[/size]

Lbm:[/size]
Hey is that Tracey P? ... ... ... Tracey P it's Lbm ... ... .... remember Trippy's wrestling friend from the Northern Ireland ... ... ... No not Ireland - Northern Ireland is different - its a part of the United Kingdom ... ... ... Yeah I'm sorry I ain't never been in touch in all these years... ... ...

Yeah me and Trippy are still as good a friends as ever ... ... ... Tracey I was wondering if you wanted to come over for my wedding next week!? ... ... ... Yes again! ... ... ... I thought it be a good chance to have a party and just get everyone together again! ... ... ... Thats what I was gonna say to you - would Trippy P Senior be interested? ... ... ... Yeah put him on ... ... ...

Hey sir! How are you? ... ... ... Thats good to hear sir! ... ... ... Thank you and I'm sorry - its hard getting the time to get over to Austrailia ... ... ... I would love to come over for a barbecue next time Trippy is visiting! That would be great ... ... ... Hey I tell you - the best things to come out of your country are Neighbours, Fosters and the Trippy Family! ... ... ... Your gonna try and come? ... ... Okay I gotta go - long distance and all! I look forward to seeing you ... ... ... Buh bye!

Lbm finally has something to smile about as he got a definite answer on the wedding. Lbm looks again at his phone as he dials up someone else.[/size]

Lbm:[/size]
Hello... who's this? ... ... ... Alfred? ... ... ... How are you? ... ... ... Listen Alfred it's Lbm here from FHT/ELITE ... ... ... Yeah thats it - the one who gets married all the time thanks ... ... ... I was looking for him - is he there? ... ... ... Downstairs in the cave? ... ... ... Could I speak to him ... ... ... Only on the red telephone ... ... ... Or I could get his attention if I shone the symbol up over the city ... ... ... mine is broken ... ... ... Alfred I'll call back! Bye!

Lbm opens another beer as he dials yet another number from his mobile phone. Lbm awaits for someone to answer.[/size]

Lbm:[/size]
Hello... is this Steve Austin? ... ... ... Steve it's Lbm here! ... ... ... What do you mean what the fuck am I doing ringing you? ... ... ... Well I can tell that retirement hasn't mellowed you ... ... ... What? How dare you - I was ringing to invite you to my wedding? ... ... ...

YES AGAIN ... ... ... Well Steve I tell you with that attitude - screw your invite! I was just trying to let bygones be... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... Well I dont think you needed to say that many swears but thats fine. ... ... ... So should I put you down plus one?!?

Stone Cold Steve Austin obviously hangs up on Lbm here. Lbm drinks some more beer as he sits back down on his couch ahead of tonite's batchelor party that he is having.[/size]

fht/elite monday legacy continues...

[Trippy P]

We now cut backstage to Trippy P, who appears to be on a mobile phone of his own.

Trippy P: No Tracey, hes not the guy who paints his face. Hes the irishman... yeah thats right the short one. No, look, i dont think you should buy him that at all. In fact, i dont think you should buy him anything because you arent coming. If i see you here next week ill take back the house i bought you lot. No i dont care if Dad's looking forward to it, tell him to go shoot a tourist, that always cheers him up. Look, im gonna hang up now, but if i come back home and find out you've touched my home brew again, theres gonna be trouble.

Trippy P hangs up, and turns to Kristin Ricci, who is there to interview him.

Kristin: Trippy P, im just after your thoughts to your loss to Killer and Ninja at the Pay per view...

Trippy P: My loss to Killer? Look Krista

Kristin: Its Kristin

Trippy P: My apologies Krusty. Look, i dont blame you for thinking i lost that match, its been scientifically proven that women have smaller brains, and if youd just let me get my callipers i could prove it with a measurement of your cranal capacity. Actually, i could also test out the capacity of something of yours that rhymes if you've got a few hours later on....

Trippy P winks blatantly at Kristin

Kristin: Uh.... the question please....

Trippy P: Well, let me explain it really simply. To lose, i would have had to have failed in my objectives. I didnt. I went into that match promising that i would force Killer to save himself from these fans, and thats what i did. At this very moment, hes icing his knee, knowing that theres a damn good chance it will never be the same again after what i did to it. Killer will now get to sit around for a while, and seriously consider his career and the path its taking. He'll be forced to take a break from the chair shots, the table breaking and the sexual tension every time Ninja asks him to tighten his Kung Fu panda costume.

If you ask me, i did everything i wanted to in that match, so lets just raise my hand right now.

Trippy P holds his hand out... Kristin looks at it confused for a second.

Kristin: But....

Trippy P screams at her...

Trippy P: RAISE IT!

Reluctantly a frightened Kristin raises Trippy Ps hand.

He leans in and makes one more comment....

Trippy P: That aint all you made rise honey....

He laughs, before walking off and leaving a very uncomfortable Kristin Ricci.

[Keith Williams]

Legacy goes poolside outside of the Ibiza Rock Hotel. Keith Williams is sitting on a lounge chair overlooking the pool. He is sporting a pair of shorts and wearing a pair of dark sunglasses. In his hand is a glass filled with some kind of alcoholic beverage. He takes a sip out of the glass.

As he is lowering the glass, a young lady in her early 20's walks by him wearing a scandalously small bikini. Keiths' head follows her as she walks by.

Keith Williams:
God, You just gotta love the European attitude.

Keith then reaches down and picks up his cell phone. He pushes a few buttons and puts the phone to his ear.

Keith Williams:
Trippy, what are you doing indoors. You need to hurry up and get out here to the pool. The alcohol is flowing and the woman ain't shy about anything....

Yeah I know this is the 3rd straight segment where someone is on a cell phone. Hey they paid us alot of money to promote their phones....

Sure Kristine is more then welcome to join us..

Just then a shadow falls over Keith. He looks up at what is causing the shadow. He then looks back down.

Keith Williams:
Hey man I'll call you back, it appears that I have some business to take care of...

Keith closes his cell phone and proceeds to stand up. As he is standing up, he removes his sunglasses. The camera follows him and then focuses on a man standing there.

Keith Williams:
Can I help you?

Man:
You know damn well that you can.

Keith Williams:
Hey I remember you, ain't you Jake "The Milkman" Milliman?

Man:
Ha Ha very funny. You know damn well that its Danny "The Joker" McMullan

Keith Williams:
Yea Yea whatever. Care to explain why you were blocking my sun there?

Danny McMullan:
I've been coming to every Legacy taping now since FHT and Elite merged looking for a match. Each and every damn week, I am told that there is no match for me. You wanna know why?

Keith Williams:
Not really, but I got a feeling you are gonna tell me anyway

Danny McMullan:
Its cause everyone in that lockerroom is scared of me. They known that I was trained by my father "Mad Dog". They know that I can embarrass them in that ring, and nobody wants to lose their spot to me.

Keith Williams:
Last time I looked, under your name it said "Enhancement talent". And lately we haven't had the need for your kind of talent.

Keith goes to take a drink out of his glass. Danny smacks the glass out of Keiths' hand. The glass falls to the ground breaking.

Keith Williams:
Well since it appears that you are so eager to fight, guess what you gonna get one. Go put on your gear, cause later on you going to get your shot. Later on you are gonna be facing me one on one.

Danny gets a smile on his face and walks away

Keith Williams:
Damn Jobbers not knowing their place. Hey can I get a refill over here?

scene ends with a waitress coming up to Keith with another glass of alcohol.

[Blade]

[The hunt continues as FHT/ELITE Legacy comes back from commercial. The cameraman is once more following Blade, who has continued his trek around the backstage corridors in his mission for payback. The sounds of the partying individuals are heard in the distance, characteristic of the locale the show is emanating from. But partying is the last thing on Blades mind. His mood has obviously gotten worse, frustrated, each footfall echoing with solid determination. Blade swings the baseball and smashes a small monitor, launching it half way down the corridor in front of him. Blade casually twirls the bat in his hand, before gripping it tightly with white knuckles. Blade swings the bat again, downwards at the catering table. The force of the blow causes the wooden table to snap in half, the food on the table falling into the valley created. Blade continues on, paying no heed to the damage he is causing. As Blade reaches an upcoming corner a solitary man walks around it. Blind with rage, Blade swings the bat at the man’s head. Fortunately, the man managaes to duck and the bat slams into the wall stripping a section of the plaster. The man, now revealed to be ELITE Road Agent J.T Blade, pins the bat against the wall.]

J.T. Blade: You need to calm down Blade.

Blade: Piss -off- J.T!

J.T. Blade: I'm being serious here Blade, this won't achieve anything.

Blade: Oh but your -wrong-. It will make me feel -so- much better once I've kicked Ash's teeth down his fucking throat!!

J.T. Blade: If you continue with this crap you’re going to get fined, or worse, suspended. Please stop this.

Blade: -Move!-

J.T. Blade: No, either you stop or I'll ma-¬

[Blade doesn't give J.T. a chance to finish, blasting J.T. with his spare hand. J.T. spins away from the blow, releasing his grip on Blades baseball bat. Blade uses it to his advantage, jabbing J.T. in the gut with the tip of the bat. J.T. doubles over, and Blade brings the bat down across his back, sending J.T. hurtling to the floor. Blade lays a stiff kick to the downed J.T. causing him to roll down the corridor. Blade chases after him, kicking him against a wall. J.T. kicks his feet, trying to defend himself and keep Blade away. Blade brushes J.Ts feet away and swings the bat towards him. J.T. just manages to roll aside, pushing to his feet. J.T. begins to lay some stiff shots to Blades skull, but Blade is seeing red, pumped with adrenaline, barely affected by the blows. J.T. hits Blade in the gut with a toe kick, still unable to do any considerable damage. Blade returns it with a stiff kick of his own. Blade positions himself side on from J.T. before swinging the bat. The bat lands a blow square in the gut of J.T with so much force he is flipped over onto his back. Blade lands several crushing stomps to J.Ts chest and head. J.T. curls himself into a foetal position, trying to protect himself the best that he can. Blade lays off slightly, grabbing J.T by the top of the head and lifting him up onto his knees. Blade lines up J.T, planning his next strike with the bat. J.T takes desperate measures to stop the beat down, punching Blade in the crotch.]

[Blade drops the bat, both hands holding onto his family jewels while falling to the ground. J.T. takes the chance to take a quick breath before grabbing Blades bat, using it to push himself to his feet. Blade is still trying to recover from the cheap shot as J.T. hits him with the bat. J.T. hits Blade again, but Blade manages to grab the bat. J.T. is obviously beginning to panic as he looks down at Blade, who is noticeably angrier then he has been thus far. J.T yanks the bat out of Blades hand, before turning around and running down the corridor. But Blade pushes to his feet and gives chase. J.T leads Blade outside, out into the parking lot. There, two delivery men are attempting to unload a large glass pane, although its purpose isn’t clear. J.T is forced to stop due to the men blocking his run. He turns around panicked, just in time to see Blade charging at him. J.T holds up the bat in defence, but Blade spears J.T, straight through the pain of glass, smashing it to pieces to the shock of the delivery men. Blade pulls himself up from the wreckage, glass everywhere. J.T. isn’t moving, the bat lying loosely in his hand. Blade picks up the bat and looks down at the carcass of J.T Blade, no remorse shown on his face. Suddenly, an irritating noise sounds out from somewhere. Blade looks around trying to find out where it’s coming from, before realising its coming from J.T. Blade bends down and digs through his pockets, pulling out his mobile phone. The sound can now be heard as being the Crazy Frog Song. Blade just looks at the phone and shakes his head. Blade flips it open and raises it to his ear.]

Blade: Hello?

[But Blade gives no chance for the caller to answer, throwing the phone into the road, hitting the front of an oncoming truck and destroying it completely.]

Blade: Fucking Phones!!

[Blade walks out of the picture, as the camera ruins in on the still ruined, lifeless body of J.T. Blade. FHT/ELITE Legacy cuts to commercial.]

[satan]

We go to the lounge where Satan is talking on his cell phone.

Satan: Macys, am I registered to buy something for the Sally Wilson/Lbm wedding? Name? Satan. No I am not the devil, that's just my nickname. My real name is..hold on a second.

A man walks into the picture.

Man: Hello, Satan.

Satan: Yes, Mr. Olympic representative?

Olympic Rep: Since you are the great champion of the American FHT, I'd like for you to meet Jose Calderon.

Calderon walks into the scene wearing a Spain Olympic Jersey.

Satan: Who?

Olympic Rep: Jose Calderon, plays for the Raptors, star of the Spain Olympic team. They say he is Spain version of the America player Magic Johnson. Do you know why?

Satan: Because he has AIDS?

The two men leave, unhappy with Satan's comment. Satan picks his phone back up.

Satan: I'm back, so am I registered? Yes, so what's the cheapest thing you got on the registry? Tongs? Put me down for those, I really don't want to spend much money on this, we all know something whacky is going to happen. Like Austin confessing his love for Lbm, and they get married. Hello? Anybody there?

Satan closes his phone. Satan looks at his phone.

Satan: Fucking New Yorkers.

Legacy goes to commercial.

[Absolute Horror]

Legacy cuts to a windy balcony overlooking downtown Ibiza. The camera cuts to Sally Wilson, who is alone, leaning on the balcony railing. Sally sighs as she looks down at the city. She brushes hair out of her disappointed eyes before reaching into her purse. She pulls out a pack of cigarettes and puts one in her mouth. She pulls out a lighter and tries to light up, but only gets sparks. Sally eventually gives up and throws the lighter back in her purse. She rests her forehead on her hand defeated.

*fhp*

A hand reaches out and lights Sally’s cigarette. She turns around surprised, and then smiles as the camera turns to reveal NIN Horror. NIN is now dressed in a casual black suit. The camera pulls back to get them both in the shot as NIN pockets his lighter. Sally holds the cigarette in her hand as she leans against the rail.

Sally: Did you really mean it?

NIN: Every word.

Sally: I’m still going through with it, the marriage.

NIN: Do you really want to?

Sally takes a drag to pause.

Sally: Yes.

NIN: Would a girl like you ever let a guy like me try to change your mind?

Sally: I don’t think I can stop you from trying.

NIN: Would you want to?

she takes another drag to pause.

Sally: No.

NIN: Come with me.

Sally: Where?

NIN: Away from here.

Sally: Let’s go.

NIN smiles and holds out his arm. Sally smiles and then they walk off arm in arm as Legacy goes to the next segment.