Max Venom
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Post by Max Venom on Aug 9, 2008 4:30:54 GMT -5
Gary King: I don't want to comment on this NIN/Sally thing, but that's the man's future wife you're messing with there! That's against all good decency!
A-Damn Hater: Love's a mysterious thing, Gary. You'd know if you ever experienced it. NIN's just following his heart.
Kevin Kelly: I doubt he has one, personally. Anyway, up next we have a real interesting match. Newcomer vs. Newcomer, Ace Andrews vs. Max Venom. The FHT/ELITE Tag Team Champion goes up against the winner of the Wrestling Apprentice.
Gary King: We got a sneak peak at this match a few weeks ago, Ace and Venom wrestled each other to a minute draw. There’s not a time limit on this match however, so its all to prove!
A-Damn Hater: Ace is coming off an impressive win against his tag team partner Blade, but Venom so far has been largely untested and remains an enigma we’ve not seen in the ring. Don’t Lie To Yourself… It Gave You Pleasure…
OH MY GOD OH MY-
[/center][/color] The crowd gives a mixed reaction to Max Venom as he comes down the aisle, nonplussed. Venom rolls into the ring and falls to his knees, smiling, but then simply rises up again. Erik Knights: Introducing first, the winner of the Wrestling Apprentice, weighing in at 254 pounds, he is known as “Slow Poison”… Max Venom!He’s greeted by the same mixed reaction he came into the match with. Venom removes his jacket and rests on the corner post, surveying all around him with mild interest. Gary King: Well, no time like present to see what talents Max has. And no one better to test them against than Ace Andrews, perhaps the fastest rising star in recent memory.
Kevin Kelly: And thankfully, Ace hasn’t got drawn into Blade’s vendetta against Ash tonight. That would’ve been a huge distraction for him.
This is ten percent luck, twenty percent skill Fifteen percent concentrated power of will Five percent pleasure, fifty percent pain And a hundred percent reason to remember the name! The crowd now goes into stronger boos as Ace Andrews enters the arena, smugly observing the crowd like trash. He comes over to a girl and starts making sweet-talk on her, eventually handing her an Ace card with his number on it, and she accepts, reluctantly but definitely willingly. Ace rolls into the ring, title over his shoulder, staring at Venom. Erik Knights: And his opponent, one half of the FHT/ELITE Tag Team Champions, weighing in at 220 pounds, Ace Andrews!The crowd boos further at him, as Ace signals to Erik Knights that he requires his microphone, before forcefully taking it. Gary King: Next week FHT/ELITE will be coming from Las Vegas, Ace Andrews’ hometown. He’ll be looking forward to taking tag gold down there.
Kevin Kelly: Well, also next week we’ll be hopefully crowning a new ELITE Heavyweight Champion! Imagine the reaction if Ace Andrews did it in his hometown? But shhh… It looks like the tag champ has something to say.
Ace Andrews: Max Venom, my man. Someone get this guy a microphone, I’d love to here the last words from this whelp before I prove that his minor success on the Wrestling Apprentice was little more than a fluke. You’ve been very entertaining, but now you’re about to feel exactly what its like to face Ace Andrews full-on.
Max Venom: Ace, you seem to forget. We’re not under the safety net of a minute restriction anymore. I’ll give you something, a normal man would’ve broken within the time limit with what I produced, and I salute you. But Ace, let me remind you that this ring demands far more than the normal man anyway. Every ring I’ve been in has, and you know what? Your abilities might be above-par, good for your current level, but you’ve never faced a man like me before. I’ve watched companies burn for my own amusement. I’ll tear you apart without a shred of remorse or compromise.Suddenly there’s the sound of a phone ringing. Ace fumbles around his pockets for a moment, embarrassingly signalling for a momentary break. Max nods his head in understanding and gazes off into the distance. Ace flips open his flashy phone and answers. Ace Andrews: …Oh hi, Sir Alan… Yes, I’m in the ring right now… Yeah, I see a disgusting piece of crap in the ring that needs to get removed… Oh, and I’m really enjoying this mobile you got me, those geniuses at o2 really know how to make a phone-
Max Venom: Sellout.
Ace Andrews: Anyway, Sir, what is it? …Interesting.
Max Venom: You get invited to Lbm’s wedding too? I’m going, got a tux and everything. I love weddings. Never understand what the hell the whole thing’s about, but there’s a lot of lying and cake involved, so it keeps me happy.
Ace Andrews: …Yeah, as a matter of fact, he is going on about unrelated crap… Yeah, I’ll tell him… Thanks… Its cool, I’ll have my chauffer take me to the club after, to celebrate my win, no need to use the helicopter… See ya…Ace hangs up and puts the phone in his pocket. He takes a deep breath, looking at Venom. Ace Andrews: That was Sir Alan.
Max Venom: Never would’ve guessed. What’s he want, other than continuing an awkward running gag?
Ace Andrews: Well, he offered me a great deal. Let’s just say this much: The ELITE Heavyweight Championship tournament would be a mere formality to me if I managed to remove you from the promotion.
Max Venom: Sounds like a good deal, I’d take it.
Ace Andrews: Yeah, I’m gonna. So let’s make this simple: When I win, you must agree to never show your sorry face here again.
Max Venom: You know what? Las Vegas is next week, but dammit, I feel like gambling now! But Ace, you’re a betting man. You should know that every wager requires a stake… What’s yours?Ace seems stuck for a moment, thinking over what he could possibly offer Venom. Ace Andrews: One of my cars… Perhaps a bath, you look in need of one… Use of my butler for a week?
Max Venom: All valid and boring ideas, but I’ve got a better one. You want me to put my nice, brand new, pristine contract on the line? Why don’t you put that Tag Title on the line as well…The crowd explodes with excitement at the mere suggestion. Ace really has to think it over, but eventually he nods, mouthing the words “You won’t win, anyway”. The referee takes the Tag Title belt and awkwardly holds it up, just as Ace Andrews slaps Max Venom clean across the mouth, and pounces, knocking Venom down and allowing Ace to stomp away! Gary King: Wow! Ace is putting the Tag Title on the line in order to try and get rid of Venom? Can he do that?
A-Damn Hater: I’m getting word our big boss, Sir Alan, has approved this match! Its happening! Tonight, we’ll either see a new Tag Champion or Venom kicked out of the door! Good lord, the stakes have really risen!Ace Andrews lifts Venom up, and suplexes him right down again. He pulls himself up onto the ropes and goes for the picturesque moonsault, but misses, catching nothing but canvas as Venom rolls out of the way. Venom now applies a modified crossface to Ace, who rolls out of it. The two roll back up to their feet, and charge at each other with the double clotheslines… Only Ace ducks under at the last minute! Venom turns around and Ace springboards off the ropes, sending Venom to the mat. Referee counts… One…tw- Venom kicks out forcefully. Kevin Kelly: Ace may have nearly caught Venom out with that. What do you think Sir Sugar means by making the “ELITE Heavyweight Tournament a mere formality”? He surely couldn’t do that!
Gary King: He’s the boss, I’m not questioning what he can and can’t do. But he certainly wants Venom out tonight, and with Ace Andrews on task, he may just succeed!
A-Damn Hater: But let’s say you’re Max Venom. You get kicked out, no contract… Doesn’t that make you want to destroy this place far more? Doesn’t that just allow you to be more reckless about what you’re doing?Venom rises, blocking the sharp kicks coming from Ace with his hands in front of his face. He catches a leg, then performs a dragon corkscrew to send Ace down to the mat. Venom stomps away, and Ace retreats to the ropes. Referee pulls Venom off of Ace, and Ace gets up slowly. Ace goes for the sudden spear, Venom dodges out of the way, and Ace nearly goes flying out of the ring, stopping just short. He turns around and catches a huge kick from Venom, straight to the head! Ace goes down and Venom follows him for the pin… One… tw- Ace kicks out the exact same moment Venom did! Kevin Kelly: These guys are about as evenly balanced as you get. The question is, how does this Tag belt thing work? What happens if Venom wins?
A-Damn Hater: I dunno, man. I’ve never seen much like it. Maybe Venom will get both belts, and can decide his partner? Maybe Venom and Blade will hold separate entities, and they’ll have to face each other?
Gary King: I think what would happen is Venom and Blade would start a new reign as champions. I’m not sure how Blade would take that… And I’m not sure who I want to win this match. Venom is obviously a twisted mind, but Ace is just so overly arrogant! Its hard to pick.Ace gouges at the eyes while Venom is down on the mat. Venom rolls off in pain, and Ace starts to go for the Sharpshooter. Venom forcefully kicks Ace away, and he rebounds off the ropes. Venom is up, and hits the bulldog on Ace while his back is turned. Venom goes to walk away, but Ace catches the ankle! The ankle lock is only applied momentarily, as both men are pretty close to the ropes and the referee calls for the break. Venom rises up, and Ace grabs him from behind… German Suplex! Ace goes to Venom but Venom attaches his entire body to Ace’s arm for a move he calls the hanging armbar! Ace goes down to the mat as the full force of Venom’s body stretches Ace’s arm, right in the centre of the ring! Ace slowly crawls to the ropes, pulling the entire weight of Venom with him… Before Venom shuffles right back to the centre again! A-Damn Hater: Ace needs to find a way out of that hold, or else that’s all she wrote for him.
Gary King: Venom latched that on out of nowhere! But from what we’ve seen of Ace so far, he might be the person to break it!Gary’s words seem almost prophetic as Ace starts punching Venom with his free arm, eventually loosing the hold enough for Ace to get his arm out. Needless to say, the damage has been done, and Venom immediately capitalises on that by taking shots at the arm with aimed stomps. Ace rolls out of his prone position, and onto his feet. Venom goes to grapple Ace, but Ace whips Venom into the ropes, and then charges with a clothesline from his good arm, sending both men over and out of the ring! Kevin Kelly: We have to take a quick commercial break, but we’ll be back with this match right after!
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Max Venom
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Post by Max Venom on Aug 9, 2008 4:45:51 GMT -5
Gary King: Welcome back to FHT/ELITE Legacy. For those just joining us, you are watching Ace Andrews vs. Max Venom, a match that suddenly rose in stakes moments before, when Venom agreed to put his contract on the line for a shot at Ace’s Tag Team title.
A-Damn Hater: And during the commercial break, Ace took a massive step towards winning this odd bet by this clever little move…REPLAY --------------------------------------------------------- Venom is kicking at Ace’s knees outside of the ring. Ace suddenly replies with a flurry of right and lefts, ending in a strong Irish Whip that sends Venom careening over the steel steps at ringside! They go flying and from the way Venom lands, it seems obvious his right knee took a nasty bash from it. And of course, Ace wastes little time going to work on the injured body part. --------------------------------------------------------- REPLAY Kevin Kelly: If Venom has injured his knee in that, a competitor like Ace will take full advantage. Then again, Ace’s left arm must be hurting too from Venom’s earlier attack. Its all to play for still.We’re back in the ring, and Ace is rotating a number of different attacks on Venom’s knee, while Venom can maintain little offence. The crowd has started to get behind Venom, albeit somewhat reluctantly. Ace drags Venom over to the corner, and make a signal that the match is about to end, resulting in boos. He climbs the turnbuckle and hits a beautiful Shooting Star Press he calls “The Joker”, and the resulting gasps from the crowd as Venom makes a last second kickout show they thought it was all over. Ace can do little more than complain at the referee in anger. Gary King: How did Venom kick out of that? He’s not managed any offence since before the break, and he just took that huge shooting star!
Kevin Kelly: Interesting Fact- Both men employ the Texas Cloverleaf as one of their finishing moves. Could we see duelling versions of that move tonight?
A-Damn Hater: Further Interesting Fact- FHT/ELITE Legacy is brought to you by the fine folks down at Ibiza Rocks and by o2 mobile, “We’re better, connected”.Venom has risen back to his feet now and is engaging Ace in a brawl, as both men trade punches. Ace’s weakened arm gives Venom the advantage and he sends Ace to the corner, kicking him down into it. Ace reaches out and grabs Venom by the throat, forcing a trade of places, and Ace then monkey flips Venom off the post, and to the mat. He seems to be setting up for another Shooting Star, but Venom kicks the turnbuckle, crotching Ace on the post. Venom gets up and hits a huge suplex off the top rope! Venom crawls into the cover… And Ace kicks out by instinct alone! Now its Venom’s turn to complain to the referee, although he quickly forgets it and returns to Ace… Who locks in The Wildcard, aka the Texas Cloverleaf! Gary King: Venom’s in the middle of the ring with that injured right knee under pressure! This could well be it!
Kevin Kelly: I did say about this move! It could be it for Venom, but then again, he likely knows the move himself very well! He might be able to escape!Venom struggles and tries to roll out of it, but Ace Andrews is too strong. Venom then tries to pull himself to the ropes but they’re way too far away to even consider… Venom taps! Venom taps! Ace Andrews relieves the hold and bursts into a sigh of relief heard across the arena! A-Damn Hater: Ace Andrews did it! He’s kept his belt and got rid of Max Venom! A small mercy for us all!
Gary King: …I don’t quite think so. Look at the referee…That’s exactly what Ace is doing now, in outrage. The referee is completely distracted by some sort of commotion in the audience, he didn’t catch Venom tapping out. And there’s a devious smile on the face of Max Venom that suggests he was all too aware of this! The commotion is getting closer and people see that its Blade, baseball bat in hand chasing down Crazy Ash Killer through the fans! Ash is holding a chain defensively, trying to catch Blade off-guard as he wildly swings the bat towards Ash! Several times its only the quick reaction of the fans that keep Blade from beheading one of them as they slowly approach the guard rail. Kevin Kelly: All night we saw Blade chasing Ash through the arena… And now he’s finally found him! This could get ugly…
A-Damn Hater: These two men don’t like each other and are both renowned for their extreme ways. “Ugly” is putting it nicely.Blade dives at the much larger Ash and sends them both crashing over the guard rail. However, this action causes Blade to lose the baseball bat and is now at the mercy of Ash, chain in hand. Blade turns to Ace for help, but Ace turns his back in anger… Only to see Max Venom diving over the ropes, taking out Crazy Ash Killer with a near-suicidal dive! The crowd suddenly explodes as Blade looks on in shock and amazement. He then turns to Ace in the ring, and begins to argue about Ace’s loyalty to Blade, a subject that gets both men quickly heated up. Gary King: The tension has been building between the two and I think Venom’s move there might’ve just ignited Blade’s fuse.
A-Damn Hater: Well, Blade wanted Ace’s help tonight getting revenge against Ash, but Ace refused. Blade got himself in that mess by being so arrogant and Ace had a match tonight. Its perfectly reasonable.
Kevin Kelly: But there’s still a match going on! And Venom’s not down there anymore! Where’s he gone?The sudden realisation hits both men that they’ve had their talk during a live match and Venom has vanished. Ace leans over the ropes to look, but Venom instead appears at the other end of the ring, grinning that grin that means he’s got something on his mind, having crawled right under the ring. Blade’s warning comes too late, and he can only watch on in horror as Max Venom picks up his partner on his shoulders from behind and hits the reverse death valley driver he calls the Lethal Injection. The referee counts the pin… One… two… three! Venom wins the Tag Title! Erik Knights: Your winner, and new… FHT/ELITE Tag Team Champion? … Max Venom!Venom is handed Ace’s old belt by a very confused referee as Blade rolls into the ring, confused. Crazy Ash Killer is pacing outside the ring, seemingly considering this course of events, before just shrugging and leaving through the crowd. Venom takes the belt and holds it aloft as both Blade and Ace look on in disbelief. Gary King: If you had told me tonight that Max Venom would be leaving as one half of the Tag Team Champions, I’d have called you crazy.
A-Damn Hater: We still don’t know what this means for the belts! Does Max Venom hold both of them now? Is he partners with Blade? Do Blade and Venom have to face each other to decide who truly holds the belts? We need answers!
Kevin Kelly: …Well, here’s another fact for you. Max Venom held gold in three of his promotions. Gold he never dropped because the promotion died before he lost the belts. I’m not a superstitious man, but this is hardly a good omen for FHT/ELITE…
Gary King: We’ll have to see how this develops. I think Venom might be in the mood to celebrate though, while Ace and Blade look the exact opposite. Who knows, we might see Venom later tonight at Lbm’s Bachelor party! As well as that, we’ve still got Keith Williams vs. Danny McMullan, Scorched Mask vs. General Grood and apparently the biggest contract signing in FHT/ELITE history! Stay tuned!
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Post by scorchedmask on Aug 9, 2008 14:34:17 GMT -5
Legacy comes back to commercial; however already standing in the ring is Scorched Mask stretching himself with the ropes waiting for his opponent.
Gary King: Welcome back everyone.
A-Damn: Looks like it’s time for our next match
Kevin Kelly: Easy to guess, Scorched Mask has been waiting in the ring for about a minute now.
As the three announcers bicker, “Detroit Rock City” by KISS begins playing and out from the top ramp is General Grood. He stands a moment a top the ramp and salutes the fans before continuing on his march towards the ring.
Announcer: And his opponent, hailing from Chicago Illinois, he weighs in at two hundred and twenty five pounds. He is GENERAL GROOD!!!
King: Well General Grood is not wasting time. The bell has rung and now both men have both lock-ed up.
A-Damn: But the General is over powering Scorched Mask and has him pinned in the corner turnbuckle. The referee is trying to break up the pair and WHAT A MOVE by General Grood!!! Scorched Mask is down on the ground!
Kelly: Uh, General kneed him in the groin. It was not that spectacular of a move. He should be DQed!
King: The referee is checking up on Mask and Grood comes charging from center ring with devastating knee right to the side of Mask’s head. Mask is trying to get to his feet but he’s being mudstomped by the General.
A-Damn: Which is damn excellent strategy if you ask me. Mask can’t do anything while Grood shows him the curb. Grood picks Mask up and quick snap suplex by Grood! Mask is feeling that one.
Kelly: Again some more underhanded tactics by the General again.
A-Damn: Underhanded? Please. How can Mask win if he spends the whole match on the ground? Leave the General be, he knows what he’s doing.
King: Mask slowly gets to his feet again, and quick boot to the side of Mask’s head and down he goes. General Grood is down and hooks both legs!
One… Tw – Kick Out by Mask.
Kelly: I know this is my first night in a while, but it does seem like Mask is bothered by well… his mask.
A-Damn: Again, you have no idea what the hell you are talking about. The General is schooling this poor newcomer and that is all. Extreme Mayhem must be toiling backstage at Grood’s success so far tonight.
King: Grood grabs hold of Scorched Mask’s head and pick him and quick JAW BREAKER COUNTER by Mask! Grood is stumbling around grasping at his jaw. Mask looks like he’s shaking out the cobwebs and quick side kick right to General Grood’s abdomen. And followed quickly with a swinging neckbreaker by Mask. Grood is down and Mask looks like he’s in charge now.
A-Damn: It won’t last; besides, I can’t believe the referee allowed that low blow.
Kelly: It was a kick to the stomach.
A-Damn: yeah… sure.
King: Scorched Mask quickly hops to the top turnbuckle and Missile Dropkick to a barely standing Grood. He just got sent down hard again. Mask is not wasting any time however as Grood is sitting on the mat, Mask with a quick dropkick to the back of Grood’s head!!
A-Damn: General Grood looks out of it and the conniving Mask is going for the pin.
One… Two… Thr- Kick Out by General Grood!
Kelly: There’s still some juice left in the tank for the old General. Mask picks the General back up and Irish Whip towards the ropes. Mask goes for a flying crossbody but Grood ducked!!!
King: Mask just landed hard on the match and Grood bounces off the ropes and Lou Thesz Press by General Grood. Grood begins pummeling Mask and the referee issues his 5 count. Grood sends Mask into the ropes again and BELLY to BELLY SUPLEX by Grood!!! Mask looks to be hurting. He may have fallen awkwardly.
A-Damn: Quite possible. Mask is getting himself up to his hands and knees and Flowing DDT by General Grood!! This one is over folks!
One… Two… Thre – Kick Out by Scorched Mask!!!
Kelly: It is NOT over!!! Mask stretched himself at the last second!!! Grood is upset and the referee is getting a massive earful right now.
King: Mask is however using the ropes to get himself back up to his feet. But here comes Extreme Mayhem running down the ramp!! Grood is busy with the referee and Mask is leaning his back on the ropes, no one sees Mayhem!! Mayhem climbs up the ring apron and LOW BLOW on Mask!!!
A-Damn: It was not a low blow!! Besides Mayhem is holding up Mask under his arms preventing him from falling. See he’s doing all a service!
Kelly: Yeah… And Grood is now saluting the crowd as he’s going for the M1A1!!! Mask is in trouble. Grood launches himself and Mask pulls himself free and GROOD NAILS MAYHEM with the M1A1!!! Grood is standing in the ring with disbelief as Mayhem is out cold on the outside ring mats.
King: Grood turns toward Mask and quickly kicks him in the abdomen. Grood grabs hold of Mask and picks him up for a Stalling Vertical Suplex.
A-Damn: The blood is going to rush to Mask’s head and with the beating he’s taken, it won’t be long for unconsciousness to set in.
Kelly: But look at Mask! He’s wiggling his legs and Grood is having a hard time keeping the hold and…
King: Counter into Faded Memory!!! Grood is out!! Mask hooks the legs…
One… Two… Three!!!
A-Damn: Damn cheater…
Kelly: You’re right cheaters never win.
Announcer: The winner of this match via pinfall, SCORCHED MASK!!
Scorched Mask quickly climbs the turnbuckle and raises both arms in victory as the crowd has begun to accept the Scorched Mask. Outside of the ring, Grood and Mayhem are having words with each other as they both make their way up the ramp.
King: Another solid win by Mask. Looks like it doesn’t matter if it was ELITE or FHT, looks like Mask’s debuts were meant to be wins.
A-Damn: This time maybe, but he won’t be lucky every time.
Kelly: You’re so bitter. Anyways time for another commercial break.
Monday Night Legacy cuts out to commercial as Scorched Mask walks up the ramp being slightly cheered by the crowd on his way out.
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Post by The F'N Legend Lbm on Aug 10, 2008 17:52:47 GMT -5
Lbm's Batchelor Party!!! Ministry of Sound, Ibiza[/b][/size]
Monday Night Legacy comes back form commercial as we see ELITE Global Honored Crown & FHT Hardcore Champion Lbm outside Ibiza's legendary nightclub Ministry of Sound as his batchelor party has obviously since begun!
Outside of the famous night club Lbm is alongside Wally Wilson (future father in law), The Awaken Half (midget), Leon Spinx (the daredevil referee), Gavin A Young (homosapien), Eitthan (Lbm's eldest son), Yellowy Purple Ninja and Crusher Casey! Everyone is wearing matching Lbm t-shirts!!!
They all go past the bouncers except for midget The Awaken Half who is asked for ID before entering. He shows his driving license as they all head into the nightclub![/size][/b]
Wally Wilson:[/b][/size] I don't know about this Lbm... I'm a bit old for clubbing! Maybe I should call it a night?!
Lbm:[/b][/size] What you talking about? The night hasn't even begun yet?! We're waiting for Legacy to finish and all the guys are meeting us here!
Wally Wilson:[/b][/size] What? Who's meeting you here?
Lbm:[/b][/size] Keith told me he has to do some announcement about a contract signing and then he'll be here! Keith loves my weddings! And Ulster - he's coming with Keith. I think Reaper is gonna do some complaining promo and then he'll be here. Nick, Satan, Trippy, Blade - they'll all be here!
Gavin A Young:[/b][/size] Hey Lbm is TPC coming? I love that guy!
Lbm:[/b][/size] Give it up Gavin - he's not interested. I told you he got some girl pregnant - thats proof he's definitely not...
The Awaken Half:[/b][/size] Forget about Chase tonite Gavin... tonite's it all about Lbm who in just a week's time will be married to Sally Wilson AGAIN! Gentlemen raise your glasses to Lbm and Sally!!!
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We cut to later on as Lbm necks a beer and then has a shot as everyone is sitting around cheering for him! Gavin drags Yellowy Purple Ninja off to dance as we see Eitthan, Wally and Lbm all sitting together.[/size][/b]
Eitthan:[/b][/size] You know what I think is weird... three years ago Wally was gonna marry your aunt dad. So that would have made Wally Wilson your uncle! But now dad your marrying Wally's daughter making him your father in law?!
Wally Wilson:[/b][/size] Your great aunt was a good woman Eitthan! A fine woman! I think about her every day! We could have been so happy together!
Lbm:[/b][/size] I miss her too - but life goes on Wally! I mean if she hadn't of died - then I never would have met Sally at her funeral! So you know life turned out all right! Come on - its supposed to be a party!
Wally Wilson:[/b][/size] Did you get a best man sorted yet? I heard you ringing around some old friends earliar?! Any one interested?
Lbm:[/b][/size] Loads of guys wanna do it. I swear - it's trying to pick only one. Theres so many guys all flying in for it next week. I mean Aaron Capone, Terrell Odom, D'Marcus Brown are all for coming. I mean thats a lot of black people being represented right there.
Leon Spinx:[/b][/size] Dude thats not cool! You forgotten what colour my skin is?
Lbm:[/b][/size] What did I say? Geez - you can't say nothing these days. Well anyway Rob Arson, Darkness King, Tiger Aladdin, Simz, Krull - a whole host of ELITE old school guys are coming so thats gonna be good to see all them.
Leon Spinx:[/b][/size] Is The Fizz coming?
Lbm:[/b][/size] Man you and The Fizz Leon!? What is it with you and her? Have you not seen the pictures of her online - that bitch is gross!!! Anyone would think a Formula One racing car drove in to her face! But yeah she's coming!
The Awaken Half:[/b][/size] Any exs coming?
Lbm:[/b][/size] Well Trish is coming cause Eitthan will be there! Man what was I thinking with her?! Sammy is coming with the boys John & Robbie. I tell you Robbie won a championship trophy in his school sports day there the other week. He's proud of himself. To be honest I didnt think he had a hope in hell - I mean he's never been very good - I just think he got a real easy oponent.
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A little later on... Lbm is standing outside on his mobile phone trying his best to hear over the loud music! Lbm who is seemingly drunk is sobered slightly from the conversation he is having![/size][/b]
Lbm:[/b][/size] Fucking hell! ... ... ... I mean can they not do this tournament the following week? ... ... ... Sure I wanna be in in the tournament - of course I do, but, ... ... ... We could put the wedding back a week I guess ... ... ... If we do the wedding on the following show well that would mean I could get married as ELITE Heavyweight Champion and FHT Hardcore Champion and ELITE Global Honored Crown! ... ... ...
But are you sure you don't mind postponing ... ... ... You'd do that for me? ... ... ... I love you too baby ... ... ... No Sally I really love you ... ... ... How's your night going? ... ... ... You with the girls right now? ... ... ... Funny I can't hear any music in the background ... ... ... Let me speak to your sister a second ... ... ...Okay sorry I'll let you get back to your party ... ... ... well you have a good night Sally and well the wedding can go ahead in two weeks time after the tournament ... ... ... I love you!!! Bye!
Yellowy Purple Ninja:[/b][/size] Whats going on?
Lbm:[/b][/size] Since TPC vacated the belt - they're doing a tournament next week on Legacy for the ELITE Heavyweight Championship and my name has been put in it! We're postponing the wedding a week.
Yellowy Purple Ninja:[/b][/size] Well sure thats okay! Gives you another week of freedom! And man you wouldnt wanna pass up the oppurtunity at this ELITE Heavyweight Championship.
...a voice...:[/b][/size] Well well well... Look who it is... Mr Shoot Promo himself?!
Lbm:[/b][/size] DARK ANGEL!?!?!? What you doing here?
Dark Angel:[/b][/size] You'd think I'd miss my best friends fourth wedding?
Lbm:[/b][/size] WOW! Damn its great to see you... where the hell you been?
Dark Angel:[/b][/size] Well you know what it's like. You job to Blade - its a bit of a new career low so I lay low for a while. I've actually been writing columns on the internet since I left.
Lbm:[/b][/size] I bet they're a great read buddy! So is this you back for another while until you fuck off and disappear and don't tell no one.
Dark Angel:[/b][/size] Pretty much... hell you can't get married without a best man can you?
Lbm:[/b][/size] You'll be my best man! Thats great! Get inside we'll get you a drink... Hey everybody - look who's back??!?!?!
Monday Night Legacy continues...
OOC - I have about one more of these left in me for this show...
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Post by satan on Aug 10, 2008 18:47:27 GMT -5
Satan walks into the picture with a drink. Satan: I can't believe that your taking the plunge...for the fourth time. Lbm: (drunk) Hey everybody, arseface is here! Satan's face looks serious for a moment, but he cracks a smile. Satan and Lbm shake hands. Satan: Congrats man, I have a wedding present for you and Sally. Lbm: Man, you didn't have to get me shit. Satan: Hey, it was either this or salad tongs. LBM: Was that the cheapest thing on the registry? Satan: You bet ya. Satan gets on his phone Boys, bring her in! Cowboy and Master roll in a Tron Arcade Machine. Lbm: TRON! How did you know that I wanted one? Satan: Any kid, and I mean kid that saw Tron always fantasized about owning one of these. Dude, now we have to reason to hang out, again! Lbm: Let's not get that far man. Lbm notices Satan's drink What the hell is that? Satan: Oh something that I whipped up at the up. It's Red Mocha Kahlua, wanna drink? Lbm takes the drink and takes a drink of it. Lbm spits it on the floor, obviously not liking it. Lbm: What the hell is in this? Satan: Kahlua, Hersey's Chocolate Syrup, and dash of red Kool-Aid. OHHHHHHH YEAHHHHHHHHHHHH! Lbm: Who is that, Randy Savage? Satan: No, the Kool Aid guy! Eitthan walks by. Eitthan: What the hell is Tron? Lbm: The greatest movie ever! Eitthan: No it's not. That title belongs to one movie...Space Chimps! Satan: Get out of here before I hurt you...badly. Eitthan slowly backs away from the scene. Lbm: Man, do you always have to be the big scary guy who hurts people. Satan: Yeah, that's my thing. It's what I signed up to do. That's why I'm named Satan. It's intimidating. Gavin A. Young comes up to Satan and decks him. Satan falls into a chair. Everybody is in shock Gavin: That's for hurting my man Chase! Gavin walks off. Satan: Didn't Chase knock some chick up? Lbm: Yeah. Satan: He probably hired one of his doubles to do it. Legacy goes to commercial.
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Post by Former FHT Employee Daniel Ice on Aug 10, 2008 18:48:27 GMT -5
[We’re back and bouncin’, as the kids put in on Monday Night Legacy and Lbm’s Bachelor party! A few more new faces have filed in since we last saw them, recognisable in the background are Brad Baxter, various members of the Crew, Miss Hardcore and “Sh!thead” Ted, performing loads of different types of dances, all crap. Lbm is on his fifth pint, and seems mostly-level headed, while Dark Angel is somewhere into his second and is currently happily chatting away with a slight slur, to some fairly attractive girls brought over by the allure of wrestlers in spandex (Yes, far too many of the guys haven’t bothered to change out of ring gear)]
Dark Angel: Oh, you should’ve seen me, girls. You look a little young, perhaps, I’m fairly sure we had a fifteen rating or something at the time… Maybe? I dunno, I remember a lot of guys swearing and there was a bunch of blood everywhere… But anyway, we were on Raw once! Me and my main man, Lb-muthafucking-m were on WWE Raw, with all their big superstars, and I was with Vince McMahon. And God, that was gonna be some angle, wasn’t it? I was, like, gonna sell out to WWE and win the World Title, and then I’d do this whole thing where I’d be like “I’m going to WWE now” and I’d only be stopped by the need to wait my contract out and it was a great plan… What happened to that, man?
[Lbm, who looks bored out of his mind, sighs and answers]
Lbm: Angel vanished for a few months, left Reaper in the lurch and came back with a new gimmick.
[The girls giggle and playfully slap Angel a few times. Angel laughs a manly laugh]
Dark Angel: That I did, that I did… You know, I don’t think Reaper has ever forgiven for that one time I let him down! It was just the one time and-
Lbm: Two times. The FHT vs. ELITE angle, you never delivered there either.
Dark Angel: Ok, two times. Like, two times, that’s all. Can’t think why he’d be so pissy about it all, you know, other than kinda screwing up his push twice, when I was the most hyped guy on the roster. Ahhh… But you know what was cool?
Girls: What?
[The girls are obviously starting to lose interest with Angel. There’s only so far the implications of being nearly seven foot can take you]
Dark Angel: That time that me and Blade and David like had that massive argument with Odom backstage… He… He was a dick, man! And we told him as much! And then, you know, we let him carry on for a year till we eventually blacklisted the guy. And that was a awkward conversation, telling a black guy you’re going to blacklist him. Took us a year to work out how to phrase it.
Lbm: Angel, you’re kinda shooting all over the place here… Odom’s not been relevant for years. Heck, I’m not even sure if those are shoots, they seem more like references and vague insults…
Dark Angel: I’m justttt a little out of practice, tis all. When you’re in and out like me, things get a little confusing. Its not like people are doing the exact same thing they have for the past two years or so. Heck, look at what’s going on right now! We had a kid called Ace Andrews holding a tag belt, and now its Max Venom. The ELITE Championship is held by someone called Vacant, and you’re holding two belts, Lbm! Two! Imagine if someone managed to do that same feat, but with the FHT and ELITE World Championships?! God, they’d be the top guy in this promotion forever. But I don’t think we’ll see it in our lifetime, mate.
[The girls all suddenly decide to go for a collective bathroom break. Angel turns to Lbm, whose already probably regretting things]
Dark Angel: Dijon, can I ask you a honest question?
Lbm: Shoot.
Dark Angel: Why does no one like me here?
Lbm: …Well, you’re a glory hound, completely unreliable, stubborn, opinionated, far too spontaneous, inconsiderate, irrelevant, arrogant, self-satirical and quite simply an asshole. You know what, mate? People used to like you when all you did was that gothic stuff, you’d appear, make cool-sounding threats, and wrestle matches. Three years ago, it didn’t get better than Dark Angel in ELITE! But don’t dwell on it, its not a big thing or anything. And we’re here to have fun. Come on, tell me your reasoning about why the wXw invasion was a good idea, I always get a laugh out of that…
Dark Angel: Well, firstly, it brought in a lot of new talent to the promotion. Secondly, it meant pushes for guys involved in it: Blade could’ve been ELITE World Champion!
Lbm: You know what, mate, you might’ve had a bit too much. Rest it off, I’m going to go… erm… somewhere.
[Lbm kindly pats the big guy on the shoulder and quickly gets out of the little booth to wander around the party floor, while Angel is left staring into a half-drunk pint of beer]
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Post by Absolute Horror on Aug 11, 2008 2:18:49 GMT -5
Sally Wilson: Oh no it’s fine … … … Of coarse … … … Oh stop … … … Yeah well … … … Oh my night!? It’s—it’s goin great! … … … Yeah, ‘coarse I am … … … They’re a, changing the disc … … … Will you just let me get back to my party!? Heh … … … Thank you … … … Can’t wait! … … …
Anger wipes the happiness off Sally’s face as she slams her cell phone shut.
Sally: Fucking hell!
Sally puts her phone in her purse and takes a drink from her martini. She is sitting in a booth across from NIN Horror in a fancy tourist restaurant. NIN takes a drink of whisky as Sally carries on.
Sally: Can you believe this!? Dijon is putting off our wedding so he can go wrestle in that tournament. Isn’t two enough belts for one man, I mean, are you guys all wired like this or did I just get a bad hand?
NIN: I think Lbm is showing his true colors. He’s more interested in putting gold around his waist than putting gold around your finger. But to be fair, if he’s entering this tournament, so will I. But I’ll do it for you.
Sally smiles as NIN brushes her cheek. NIN reaches into his coat pocket and pulls out a pack of cigarettes.
NIN: Want one?
Sally: Please.
NIN pulls out two cigarettes and puts the pack away. He holds them both in one hand, and then sticks the tips in the candle on the table. Sally giggles as NIN hands a lit one to her.
NIN: Just a bit of nostalgia from my reckless days.
Sally: You still seem pretty reckless to me.
NIN: Well being a Big Star forces me to behave in public, you obviously haven’t seen my earlier stuff.
Sally: I’d like to.
NIN: I think I’d be embarrassed.
They laugh and take sips from their drinks. NIN taps some ash into the candle.
Sally: So who do you think will show up for this tournament?
NIN: Well, I doubt it’ll get too big. I’ll be in it, Lbm’s in it, I don’t know, maybe one or two other important names will sign up. Most guys are too busy right now to pick up TPC’s slops, other than Lbm, who’s just a big whore anyways—oh, no offensive.
Sally laughs and then takes a drag.
Sally: You know if I was still GM I wouldn’ta let this happen. He must’ve really put you guys in a bind?
NIN: The Peep's Champ, man. You know I made this guy? Yeah, I made him look like a god in that ring when we started running joint shows. That’s why he catapulted to the main event, because he stood toe-to-toe with NIN Horror, the One’n Only.
Sally: The Best in the World.
NIN: Now you’re getting it!
They laugh together as a waiter brings them a new round of drinks.
Sally: So, what’ll you think will happen if you face Lbm somewhere in it?
NIN: Well you sure as hell won’t see Pride & Passion 2, I ain’t getting paid enough for that. I dunno, he can’t keep up with me fall for fall, I got the edge there. It depends if Sugar wants a wrestling tournament or just OMGzHardKore~!
Sally laughs.
Sally: I’d give you a wrestling tournament.
NIN: You’d abuse you’re powers for little ol’ me!?
Sally shakes her head while she stirs her drink. She takes a sip.
Sally: Yeah, if I ever get em back.
NIN: Aw, well, I’ll put in a good word for ya next time I see Sugar.
Sally: I’m sure that’ll go over well.
NIN: Well of coarse I could always twist his arm a little—
Sally: Please, it’s bad enough I got dumped from the job, I don’t need any reason for them to be mad at me.
NIN: I’d protect you.
Sally: You could try.
NIN: I’d succeed.
Sally takes another sip of her drink.
Sally: You wanna get out of here?
NIN: Sure.
Sally: Check porfaber.
NIN hides a chuckle as Sally sips the rest of her drink. A waiter brings the bill to their table. Sally reaches for her purse.
NIN: Please.
NIN stops her and pulls out his wallet as Sally smiles at him. NIN looks at the bill, and pulls out the money. He sets it on the table as Sally puts out her cigarette. She slings her purse over her shoulder and gets out of the booth as NIN puts out his cigarette. NIN stands up as Sally starts walking towards the door. NIN downs his whisky, and then starts walking behind her. NIN walks by the booth next to theirs, which is filled with frat boys in USA Olympic t-shirts. He stops, puts his hand on one of their shoulders, and grabs a whisky off their table. NIN downs it and pats the man on the shoulder before giving them all a *thumbs up.* They laugh like morons and down their drinks as NIN catches up with Sally. She stops in front of the door, and then NIN opens it for her. NIN walks out of the restaurant behind her as Legacy goes to commercials…
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Post by Absolute Horror on Aug 11, 2008 3:02:59 GMT -5
Legacy returns from commercials with Sally and NIN. They are walking and laughing down a street festively lit with Christmas lights and torches. NIN: My hotel is just around here. They pass by an unlit part of the street, and then a hooded man steps in front of them with a knife!!! Man: Don screem, jush gimmie you money an’da pursh. NIN steps in front of the terrified Sally. NIN: Please, we don’t want any trouble. Man: Han em over. Sally starts to hand her purse to the man, but NIN shoves his arm in front of hers with his wallet. NIN holds his wallet close to himself. Man: Gimmie it. NIN holds out the wallet halfway, and then the man angrily reaches for it—
*crtk*
aaAAHHH!!
But NIN lets go of the wallet and grabs the man’s hand. The man screams as NIN twists it violently up. NIN kicks the knife out of the man’s other hand, and then tosses him over his head with a judo throw! The man smashes down on the sidewalk and blacks out, with his twisted hand and fingers sticking up. NIN: Are you alright? NIN turns to Sally, but then falls back as she jumps on him! She kisses his face as NIN feels around for his wallet. He grabs it as she grabs him. NIN: Sally!? Sally: Take me! They work their way back to their feet as people start to come over, drawn to the commotion. NIN pulls Sally off his lips. NIN: Perhaps we should go somewhere more private? Sally: Good idea! NIN puts his wallet away as Sally pulls him by the hand. They rush off to NIN’s hotel as Legacy goes back to commercials…
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Post by Keith Williams on Aug 11, 2008 12:26:19 GMT -5
We switch back from the NIN/Sally affair to ringside. Gary,Kevin, and A-damn are staring at the screen in shock.
Kevin Kelly: Can you imagine what could had just happened there? Thank God NIN was there with her. If NIN wouldn't have been there, I shudder to think what could had happened to our former general manager.
Gary King: Oh please. NIN only thinks about himself. I bet he probably paided off some homeless guy to pretend he was mugging them just so he could get in good with Sally.
Just then "Lights and Sounds" by Yellowcard starts playing over the pa system
Kevin Kelly: It appears that it is time for the Keith Williams vs Danny "The Joker" McMullan. Folks as you recall this match was set up cause Danny felt that he wasn't getting the proper respect from management.
Gary King: Actually it was made cause Danny decided he was going to be tough and knock Keiths drink out of his hand. That is something that you don't do...A-Damn what are you doing?
Gary looks over at A-Damn, who is starting to pack up.
A-damn: Well this match isn't going to be too long. I want to hurry up and get over to that bachelor party before the strippers show up.
Gary King: You can't do that. We still have that big contract signing to go after this. That would be really unprofessional of you to just get up and leave before the show is over.
A-Damn: Since when have I been professional? I want strippers!!
Danny McMullan has appeared from behind the curtain. He is already in the ring awaiting the arrival of the FHT/Elite General Manager.
"Alcohol and Ass" kicks in. Keith Williams appears to mainly boos from the crowd. Keith hasn't changed from what he was wearing at the pool. He is sporting shorts and shades. On each arm he has a scandalously dressed girl. Plus he has another drink in one hand.
Kevin Kelly: It appears that Keith isn't taking this match too seriously. He didn't even bother to get into his wrestling gear.
Gary King: That could be Keiths' downfall. He is underestimating the abilities of Danny McMullan. He was trained by his father Chris "Mad Dog" McMullan. He is also the man who trained Lbm and Ulster. And you know how those two are in the ring. I wouldn't expect anything less from his own son.
A-Damn: into his cell phone Now you got the address right? The strippers will be there when I arrive correct? Look I want the best you have, money is no object. Only the best for Dijons bachelor party..hangs up the phone when he notices Kevin and Gary staring at him What?
Keith has made it to ringside. The ladies have removed themselves from his arms. Keith takes one last sip out of his drink. He turns around to face the ring.
As soon as he does, Danny slingshots himself over the top rope and comes crashing into Keith Williams. Danny jumps up and looks to the crowd who roar in approval. Danny picks up Keith and rolls him inside the ring.
Danny hops up to the ring apron. He waits for Keith to make it to his feet. Keith slowly makes it to his feet. Danny then leaps to the top rope again and comes off and connects with a drop kick to Keiths face.
Keith hits the mat and quickly gets to his feet. Danny grabs Keiths' hand and whips him into the ropes. Keith comes off and is met by a high knee by Danny**. Keith falls to the mat stunned.
Danny quickly goes for the cover. 1 2 Keith manages to get his shoulder up before the ref is able to count his shoulder down for the 3rd time.
Gary King: Danny almost got the upset of the century there. He's started out strong, but will he be able to substain it and get a victory over the veteran Keith Williams?
Keith staggers to his feet and falls back into the corner. Danny doesn't let up and follows Keith into the corner. He climbs up onto the second rope and begins to hit Keith with closed fists as the crowd counts along 1 2 3 4 5..
Keith grabs the legs of Danny and stands up. He immediately falls down driving Dannys face into the top turnbuckle.
Danny falls to the mat holding his jaw. Keith quickly mounts him and begins to deliver forearms to either side of Dannys head. Danny tries to cover up but is unable to.
Keith finally gets off of Danny and brings him to his feet. He whips him into the corner. Keith slowly follows him in. He begins to deliver blows to the ribs of Danny.
Danny falls to the mat. Keith goes for a lax cover. 1 2 Keith raises Dannys shoulder.
Kevin Kelly: Keith could had ended it right there.
Gary King: Coulda shoulda. Keith is going to make Danny pay for embarrassing him.
A-Damn: Come on Keith, finish this. I got a party to get too.
Keith picks Danny up and nails a snap suplex on him. Keith then picks him up slams him in the middle of the ring. Keith then heads to the corner. He climbs to the top rope. He starts to walk the top rope. He gets to the middle and launches himself. He nails a elbow into the heart of Danny McMullan.
Keith then rolls to the outside of the ring. He reaches underneath it and pulls out a table. He slides it into the ring. He quickly follows it. The ref comes over and tries to tell him to get it out of the ring.
Keith tells him something. The ref just lowers his head and walks over to the ring announcer.
Jane McNeal: Ladies and Gentleman, I was just informed that this match is now a No Disqualification match.
The crowd boos at that announcement. Keith just simply smirks. He sets up the table and walks back over to Danny. He puts him in the powerbomb position. He lifts him up and drives him into the table. Keith then just puts a foot on Dannys chest 1 2 3
Jane McNeal: The winner of this match...Keith Williams..
A-damn: Well thats it. Check you guys later, I got a bachelor party to get to..
Keith has the ref raise his hand. He then slides out of the ring. The ladies put their arms back around his. The one hands him back his drink and they head to the back..
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Post by Austin on Aug 11, 2008 13:06:09 GMT -5
The camera pans back into the party. Everybody's drinking and having fun. Satan and Eithann are having an arm wrestling contest. The door opens, and the music stops, and the crowd comes to a whisper, as Stone Cold Steve Austin walks through the door. LBM, with his back to the door begins to speak...
LBM: Hey! What the hell? Why'd the party stop? Who's the party pooper?
LBM turns around, drink in hand, and sees Austin. LBM's drink slips out of his hand due to shock, and shatters on the floor as Austin approaches him.
Austin and LBM are now within arm's reach of each other.
LBM: If I wasn't seeing it, I wouldn't believe it. What are you doing here?
Austin: Well ya silly bastard, ya invited me to your wedding. And I never turn down the chance to go out, tip a few back, and tell old war stories, so here I am.
Austin stares at LBM, LBM stares at Austin.
Austin: And I wanted to come here, in person, and congratulate you on your fourth trip down the aisle.
LBM seems relieved.
LBM: Thanks a lot Steve. I really appreciate it. I never expected to see you again in a million years. You look like you're in great shape.
Austin: I've been workin out pretty hard, tryin to get into shape. And it feels good to be around the guys again. It'll be fun to trade some old war stories again....
LBM: Yeah, remember the time you retired?
Austin: Hell. Which one? I'm pretty sure you're the only one with more comeback attempts than me.
LBM: Very true.
Austin pats LBM on the back.
Austin: Somebody get this man a drink!
Austin hands the bartender his credit card.
Austin: And you can put this entire night, on me.
LBM: I guess you're not short on cash these days.
Austin: No, I ain't. The Condemned may have bombed in the US, but it was a big hit over in China. Not sure how proud I am of that....
LBM: Well, you know, Van Damme and Segal are big hits over there.
Austin: My point exactly......Now somebody get me a beer!
Camera fades.
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Post by "Sick" Nick™ on Aug 11, 2008 17:43:15 GMT -5
As we come back from the commercial break, Keith Williams is once again standing in the ring, but this time a nice red velvet carpet is covering the ring with a table in the middle. Keith is holding a clipboard in one hand and a mic in the other.
Keith Williams: This is it. This is the moment that everyone has been waiting for. I am about to bring out a man that has dazzled you fan for years, and he certainly brought entertainment up a notch at Pride & Passion. He is very deserving of this big time contract. Here he is, the man, the myth, the legend…
Keith points to curtains as a few seconds of silence goes by for a dramatic effect . . . . . “Hysteria” by Muse hits the arena as the crowd starts to boo like crazy. Ulster walks out onto the ramp and soaks in the barrage of boos as if they were chanting his name. With his arms raised into the air, the battered and bruised Ulster gives a little twirl before heading down the ramp and into the ring. Keith gives Ulster a big hug and then raises his hand in the air. In the background, you can hear Keith saying, ‘Huge win. What a huge win!’ The two wait for the crowd to die down a bit.
Keith Williams: This man right here is the future of the FHT and Elite. This man can do it all! And this contract here, once you put your John Hancock on it, will make it official. Ulster will be the highest paid athlete in the history of the FHT AND Elite!
Keith flips through the contract to get to the signature page. He places the clipboard down on the table and hands Ulster a pen. Just as Ulster is about to sign his name, “Down With The Sickness” by Disturbed hits, sending the crowd into a frenzy! “Sick” Nick walks out with a not so pleasant look on his face and a microphone in his hand. As he walks down the ramp with a limp, he looks everywhere, except for the ring. Ulster's face is entirely emotionless, but he takes a visible step backwards.
“Sick” Nick (Just before stepping through the ropes): How ironic Ulster. You like to play the hard man round here, yet one sight of me and you cower backwards. Why don't you just hide behind Keith Williams like you have from the first moment you reappeared here in an FHT ring.
Nick steps through the ropes and stands there staring at Ulster and Keith in disgust, before pacing a little as he strokes his goatee.
“Sick” Nick: You know, funny thing. I’m sitting in the back at the start of the show, listening to you. You’re out here blabbing away, and I hear you talking about a big contract, a contract that someone has been waiting for, for a long time. Now silly me thinks, ‘Finally! Finally I get what I have been wanting for.’ So, fast forward to just moments ago. I know you are in the ring, about to award me with my contract. You point to the curtains and I wait for my music to hit. But do I hear “Down With The Sickness”? No! I hear “Hysteria”! So now I stand here, still without a contract, a contract that I have been waiting for, for five months now... Five months. Five months of performing for you on a hand shake, and he just walks right in and gets what I want, no questions asked.
Ulster: You know Nick, i almost feel sorry for you. But i don't think you understand what I have done for you in the past few weeks. You have no idea Nick, no idea whatsoever. Do you think I returned and stalked you and humiliated you week, after week, after week because I have some sort of vendetta against you? Do you think I would have come out of self-imposed exile to face you in this ring on a whim? Nick you see I respect you. How could i not? You are the very definition of FHT. You are the very meaning of hardcore. Hell, i pride myself on giving some of the best promos you will ever see, but it was you Nick that raised that bar high, so high that only guys like you and me can possibly reach it. But something happened. When you were driving me in the back of that ambulance to the arena last night you said something that really hit home with me. You remember, you said that it was fitting that this last PPV was called Pride and Passion, because before me you had little of either? Well that is exactly why I came back. You were a shell of your former self, a mockery of the name "Sick" Nick. Yet i returned and you found them again and showed this crowd why you were one of the best ever.
The crowd cheers at the plaudits Ulster is showering upon "Sick" Nick
“Sick” Nick: And why should I have pride and passion in this... This company that you call the FHT? Keith, ever since you took over as the FHT General Manager, you have turned this place into a mockery! You have turned me into a mockery... Every chance you got, whether it was suspending me or keeping me down, you did it all to just try to break me. Day after day, night after night, you took your crusade to me, but I stood tall. I stood tall, because in the end I knew that the FHT would right everything.
Ulster interrupts Nick.
Ulster: There you go again, blaming everyone else. You could take charge. You know you could. But the fact of the matter is you can't. You are not the same "Sick" Nick that leaped off that building on December 31st, 2002, engulfed in flames. I mean, last night, in the match that you defined, i took you on at your own game. And you know what? I won. Nick, you sit there and you whine and you moan about why I am getting this contract but the facts speak for themselves. You are a has been. You can't draw shit. When FHT was at it's lowest ebb just two or so months ago, where the hell where you? Where was "Mr. FHT" leading the charge to put this company back on the map?
“Sick” Nick: If it wasn't for me and a couple other holding this place up during that period, there would be no FHT for you to, so-called, put it back on the map.
Ulster: Shut up. Don't interrupt me while I am speaking. I'll tell you where you were - sitting in his locker room counting his wages, doing nothing to help this company. Mark this date in your mind Nick, because when i returned on the 2nd of June this company started the road to hit heights it hasn't been near since 2004. When was the last time we had back to back monumental PPVs? And why Nick? Because I am the marquee name at the top of the tree. I am the guy that these fickle fans boo week after week for telling them the truth that they don't want to hear, but they still tune in to watch me and hear what i have to say. I am the guy that returned and single handedly revived this ailing company to the point it is unrecognisable from a few months ago. While you may have once made the headlines Nick, yesterday's headlines are sitting in takeout parlours around the world being wrapped around greasy fish and chips. It's time to move along Nick. Your time has gone, my time is now.
Ulster is showered with huge amounts of heat from the crowd. "Sick" Nick now pauses for a moment and continues to pace around for a few seconds as he chuckles to himself.
“Sick” Nick: Blah blah blah! Ulster, you seem to pride yourself on having some sort of 'inside' knowledge of what happens backstage. You also seem to think you know what the fans are thinking. Let me tell you this- you have not fooled me for one second since i first laid eyes on you when you first arrived here in 2003. All you are is hype. You get carried through feud after feud, yet you seem to get all the praise. Maybe that is your real talent, the guy in the right place at the right time. And lets be honest, you have made a good career of it. But while you were swanning off, taking your ball and going home when you didn't get your way, i stayed here in loyalty to FHT. For years now I have worked for the FHT… Gave my BODY for the FHT! And let’s be honest. I am the FHT! I am everything that the FHT stood for and is suppose to stand for. But as a good little boy, I sat back. I sat back and gladly played my part and kept my mouth shut, because that is what guys like Straightcurve, Satan, and now Keith Williams wanted me to do. And where has that gotten me?
Keith brings his mic up to his mouth about to talk, when Nick cuts him off before he can say anything.
“Sick” Nick: Shut up! Don't you say a God-damn word Keith. I’m not done yet and I am sick and tired of the two of you interrupting ME.
I sat back and tried and please and pander to you, and all you did was walk all over me. You let me take years off my life, while you reaped all the benefits. And just because I didn't suck your ass like Trippy and Ulster, you did nothing for me. I was your little puppet, with you pulling my strings. But you can pull my strings for only so long Keith. So I tried to fight back a little, and what do you do... You try to suspend me on multiple occasions, you block me from main eventing, you take my pay... There is just so much one can take before he breaks.
Nick again paces around.
“Sick” Nick: And last night...
Wally Wilson: Nick is just all over the place.
“Sick” Nick: Last night at the PPV, Ulster squeaks by me and you and your little phony buddy Trippy P come running out and lift him on your shoulders like he is some kind of hero. Why, because he did what the two of you couldn't?
Nick pauses for a few seconds again as he just shakes his head in disgust.
“Sick” Nick: Where is my Hall Of Fame plaque Keith? Huh? It’s funny that ever since you got your plaque, another one hasn’t been handed out. Or how about the fact that I didn’t even get one along with you! How did that happen Keith? How did you edge by me, just leaving me out of reach of a plaque? Night in and night out, I perform for you like a little monkey with an accordion… Telling me to dance. Every night just pounding away the years off the life of my body for NOTHING!
Nick walks away, grabbing at his forehead as if he has a brain piercing headache.
“Sick” Nick: It's not a coincidence. Call it a conspiracy if you want, but I know its you Keith... And Trippy... And you Ulster. You're the FHT now. It's the FHT that is doing this to me. The one that I give my life to, is screwing me. Night in and night out, I give and you take.
There is just so much blood I can give before I break.
I fight it every night.
It is I who is being taken advantage of.
You [Points at Keith], the FHT is trying to break me.
You take and take, and I have nothing more to give.
Gary King: It seems like Nick is in some sort of trance. He keeps referring to Keith as the FHT.
Wally Wilson: I'm not sure Gary. Is he calling Keith the FHT symbolically, or does he think he is talking to the FHT... Like if it's a person?
“Sick” Nick:
As strong as I am... I can give no more.
There just isn't a point to it.
I can't.
I’m fed up with this... With ALL of it!
There is just so far you can push a man before he budges.
I’m tired of giving my body to a company that doesn’t care.
[Looking at Keith.] You’ve done it.
[Looking at Ulster.] You’ve done it.
FHT, I’m done.
I quit.
As far as I am concerned, “Sick” Nick is retired.
It is time that I take my ball and going home . . . . .
There is no more “Sick” Nick.
Nick takes his shirt off and throws it in the middle of the ring before leaving the ring. The camera zooms in on the shirt.
Gary King: Wait, did I just hear that right? Nick is retired? I mean with the way he was just talking, it was as if the shirt represented “Sick” Nick and he is just throwing it all away. He said, ‘There is no more “Sick” Nick.’ I guess there is only Nick now.
Wally Wilson: I just don't know Gary. Is this all just symbolic? Or has it all just really gotten to him.
As Monday Night Legacy closes, the camera is still fixed on the “Sick” Nick T-shirt that is sitting in the middle of the ring.
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