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Post by Keith Williams on Aug 12, 2008 17:29:42 GMT -5
Monday, August 12TH, 2008 Live from the MGM Grand Garden Arena, Las Vegas, Nevada-------------------- ULTIMATE ELITE IIIFINALRed Ninja -vs- Ace AndrewsROUND THREECrazy Ash Killa -vs- Ace AndrewsRed Ninja -vs- BladeROUND TWOThe F'N Legend Lbm -vs- Ace AndrewsRed Ninja -vs- Sorched MaskBlade -vs- KillerNIN Horror -vs- Crazy Ash KillaROUND ONELittle Big Man -vs- Trippy PKeith Williams -vs- Red NinjaKiller -vs- ReaperBlade -vs-Dark AngelMax Venom -vs- NIN HorrorSatan -vs- Ace AndrewsCrazy Ash Killa -vs- Crusher CaseyScorched Mask -vs- Mystery Opponent_____________________________________________________________________________PLUSUlster-vs- Stone Cold Steve Austin_____________________________________________________________________________- C O M M E N T A T O R S - Gary King, A-Damn Hater and Wally Wilson Wally Wilson: Welcome to a historic night here on Monday Night Legacy. Tonight not only will we be crowning a new ELITE World Champion but also will do it in one night. Gary King: Truly historic, not since WrestleMania 4 has there been a attempt at a 16 man tournament to crown a champion in one night. Tonight wil truly go down in the record books. A-Damn Hater:Do you have to be so loud? I'm still feeling it from Lbm's bachalor party.
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Post by satan on Aug 12, 2008 23:00:08 GMT -5
We go to Kristin Ricci who is standing next to the FHT Heavyweight Champion Satan.
Kristin: Satan, tonight you go for it all when you attempt to become ELITE Heavyweight Champion. What's your motivation?
Satan: My motivation tonight is what I came here to do. I came her to destroy ELITE, and what is better than taking there title belt? I take their belt after I destroyed one of the three king that I've been hunting.
Ricci: Three kings?
Satan: Yes, I specifically came back to take down the big three. The men who caused me the most pain, mentally and physically. The Peep's Champ, Lbm, and... Satan laughs, I've seen too many Bond movies to reveal the big one.
Ricci: Why them? Why start off with the kings when this place full of former ELITE employees?
Satan: Why go after the pawns like Dark Angel, Blade, and others? You see, if I take the title back, I've taken the queen, and those kings will fall.
Ricci: So the war with ELITE will end?
Satan: No. You see, no matter how many people I hurt, no matter how many titles I take, this war will never end. For me, nothing ever ends. My rivalries, my achievements, and everything will never end. This war if no different, Kristin it's no different., If I can damage ELITE tonight, then maybe the future stars of the FHT can end this war.
Ricci: Speaking of future stars, you are matched up with Ace Andrews in the first round. Your thoughts?
Satan: Ace, I like you, but tonight I do what I have to do to win. If I have to beat you into a pulp with my bare hands, I'll do it. Tonight is not about friendships, and respect, it's about gaining gold and how far I'm willing to go to get there? I know how far I am willing to go, so far are you willing to Ace? I guess tonight we will know.
Satan walks off.
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Post by Ninja/Killer on Aug 12, 2008 23:22:18 GMT -5
Scene opens with Red Ninja standing by in a backstage location. Ninja wears a Grey T Shirt with "Why So Serious?" written in Creepy Black Lettering on the front.
Red Ninja:The Notorious R-E-D here to give a little insight on tonights super event, The Ultimate ELITE tournament, a night which will see one man emerge the new ELITE World Heaveyweight champion, correction a night that will see this man emerge the new ELITE World Heaveyweight Champion. It's been quite the few months for me, I had a great run as FHT Undisputed Champion but that came to end then I took a little a trip across the ocean to the land of the rising sun. Now let me clear something up, there's been naysayers who have said that I took off to Japan because I couldn't handle some things around here in FHT. Well that's wrong, I went to Japan not to run away but to live out an oppurtunity that I strived for since I became a wrestler. I always intended to come back here when my time was done. And what better way to make it a great home coming then to win this tournament made up of the best that FHT and ELITE has to offer. A long time ago I was one of the best superstars in the ELITE roster but the bragging right that eluded me was the chance to call myself ELITE World Champion. But tonight could change that, tonight I'll have to go through wrestler after wrestler to get to the top. This is a tournament of the best and I will prove that I am the best of the best.
Scene ends
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Post by Trippy P on Aug 13, 2008 2:38:54 GMT -5
The crowd Boos, as 'Go To Sleep' hits, and Trippy P heads out to the ring in his ring gear, though his upperbody is covered by a hoodie. He bypasses the ring initially, and picks up a microphone before jumping into the ring. He takes a second to pace the ring, taking in the Crowd reaction, before beginning to speak.
Trippy P: Ladies and Gentlemen, this might be a great week for ELITE, with the title tournament taking place, a tournament which i will win might i add, but this is also a great week for the FHT.
Why do i say that you might ask? Well... ive got a little visual aid to help you all keep up.
Trippy P takes off his hoodie to reveal a "Sick" Nick shirt.
Kevin Kelly: Hey! Thats the shirt that "Sick" Nick left in the ring at the conclusion of last weeks show, what in the hell is he doing with it?
A-Damn: Relax Kevin, you'll do yourself a heart attack. Im sure hes just showing his respects.
Trippy P: Ahh yes, a great week, because "Sick" Nick has finally come to the conclusion that i reached months ago when i returned to FHT/Elite. He's realized that its just not worth it. All the pain, the blood, the sweat, the tears... the broken bones, the stiched shut wounds, the concussions, the damaged knees, the internal bleeding... its all a waste, because theres nothing in this business that is worth the price we pay.
I told you all that when i was gone, i came to the realization that i had been living a lie when i was doing everything for the FHT fans. I realized that you fans are all disgusting sponges, who suck the life out of Wrestlers, and disappear when theres nothing left but a broken down shell of a man. Whether you like it or not, you have a moral responsibility to be accountable for your actions, and on the charge of being responsible for each and every wrestling tragedy, i find you guilty. On the charge of being responsible for every damn wrestler who cant walk past the age of 50, i find you guilty, on the charge of being responsible for every wrestler who has become addicted to drugs, to numb the pain and fufill the unrealistic expectations you hold, i find you guilty.
The simple reality is, you're all guilty of so much... much more than you can ever pay pennance for. But you will pay. Each and every time you see me, or my Unholy Alliance destroy one of your heros, you'll realize, im not doing it because i hate them, oh no, im doing it because i know, when i destroy them... when i force them from this company, im doing the best thing i possibly could for them, im taking them away from you, you soul sucking pieces of shit. Nicks retired? Thank god i say. Its about damn time he was freed from your clutches.
The crowd has a 'you're an asshole' chant vibrating around the arena. Trippy P smiles to himself at it, but despite himself pauses for second whilst its at his peak. He begins to speak again...
Trippy P: No, the real shame isnt that Nick has retired. Its that he still has failed to understand that it is all of you he should be blaming. Instead, in his delusions, Nick has had the audacity to run around pointing the finger at good, honest, legends of this business. Ulster, Keith Williams and myself.
Nick... i know why you feel you feel that you have to blame us for your problems, i truely do. Jealousy. You see, Nick for a long time wanted to be the top guy in FHT. He even used to keep track of a whole bunch of ridiculous fantasy rankings, to try and suggest that he was the most valuable person on the roster. Still, no matter how hard he tried, when people talked about the FHT, they talked about me. When people began discussing FHT and ELITE working together, and thought of dream matches, do you know who was involved in every single damn one of them? Ill give you a hint, it wasnt "Sick" Nick, it was Trippy fucking P. Nick was never the heart of the FHT, no matter how hard he wanted to be.... the FHT is me. Im the man whos main evented more anniversary shows than anyone, im the man whos won at every single one of them... im the man with the greatest match in history, im the man with the fueds people remember, and im the man who has held the FHT Undisputed Championship more times, and longer than anyone else. Me.
Trippy P rips the Nick shirt off him, leaving him bare chested.
Trippy P: Thats right. Nick, i know what finally broke you, the realization that even when i was gone, my impact on this fed was still bigger than yours. People would go to see the FHT Hall of Fame, and see my plaque. Theyd see the title history and see my records, theyd see the best of DVD, and see me all over it. What would they see of you? A stolen Mick Foley line? A few flashy graphics?
For what its worth, im truely sorry that you have always felt you had to go to these lengths to try and step out of the massive footsteps ive left through the FHT. Nothing pains me more than the thought of the harm you've done yourself trying to get these fans to think of you on the same pedestal, so i say to you... enjoy your retirement. Just a warning Nick... dont ever try to come back, because if you do.... ill have to put you right back on the shelf. Its for your own good.
Trippy P pauses again, pacing the ring, as the crowd continues a steady stream of abuse, and throwing Rubbish into the ring.
Trippy P: Now, i said I am the god damned FHT, and everyone knows thats true. Somethings always bugged me though...
You see, people have denied me my rightful place in ELITE history as well. When you look at the simple facts, ELITE owes its existence to me. If it hadnt been for the knowledge that Lbm vs The Joker had bombed in comparision to my fued of the year with the Punisher, Nik and Dijon never would have started their bastard of a fed. Some people were suprised that i threw my hat in the ring and wanted to become ELITE champion, but when you think about, theres noone more important in ELITE history than me. Theres noone who most represents the ideals ELITE was created upon than the man who inspired its creation, theres noo-
The crowd errupts, as NOTHING ELSE MATTERS interrupts Trippy P's verbal tirade
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Post by Trippy P on Aug 13, 2008 14:10:43 GMT -5
The crowd cheer Lbm on his way to the ring, though perhaps they are just happy to see Trippy P interrupted in his dyertribe. Lbm is wearing a shirt that says ‘You’re still coming to the wedding, right Nick?’. He runs down to the ring, and slides right under the ropes, and the referee wastes no time ringing the bell.
Lbm tackles Trippy P, and takes him to the floor, pummeling away at him with left and right hands, his desire to cause harm to the Australian showing clear in his face.
Trippy P rolls away in a purely defensive move, trying to get some distance, which he succeeds in only temporarily. Lbm runs at him… Trippy P throws a clothesline, but Lbm ducks under it and grabs the FHT hall of famer in a backslide pinning situation…
One…
Two….
Trippy P however manages to roll through, and hook a leg of Lbms, creating a pin attempt of his own…
One…
Two….
Lbm this time cradles Trippy P, and flips him over onto his back….
One…
Two…
Kickout!
Both men burst back to their feet in a hurry, and Lbm rushes at Trippy P again. This time the Australian sees it coming, and he ducks under the arm, ending up behind the Irishman…. He sets him up for the Smooth Slam…. No! Lbm blocks it with a back elbow to the head.
With Trippy P stunned, the ELITE creator tries to lift him for the FU… Trippy P slips off the back, and he quickly grabs him, pulling backwards in a School Boy pin….
One…
Two….
Lbm kicks out…
Wally Wilson: What an opening to this… the first match in the tournament to crown a new ELITE Heavyweight Champion… and can I start by saying that regardless of any issues ive had with Lbm, ill be completely professional in the calling of this special tournament show…
A-Damn: And you couldn’t ask for a bigger match to kick it off, the face of the FHT vs the Face of ELITE… Trippy P vs Lbm, it’s a match that could headline any major PPV and do record numbers.
Wally Wilson: And its certainly not the first time they’ve faced off. They have a long and storied history, for those who are completely ignorant. They’ve headlined many pay per views, including the first ever FHT anniversary PPV.
A-Damn: And lets not forget, Trippy P won that match, and if you ask me, lightning’s about to strike twice.
After this flurry of action, the two men slowly get back to their feet, separated, catching their breath. Trippy P stares at Lbm… and nods at the Irishman as if to acknowledge the match up. They begin to circle each other in a more measured manner….
They lock up, in a test of strength. The far larger Trippy P gets the better of it, and he locks Lbm up in a side headlock. The Irishman struggles against it, and he manages to get out from under the arm, reversing it into a hammer lock. The Australian struggles in the arm hold, but only briefly, he smashes backwards with his arm, elbowing Lbm in the head, stunning him.
Trippy P quickly grabs the ELITEr, and he whips him off the ropes, scoring a knock down with a clothesline. He quickly picks Lbm up off the mat, and he locks him in a front face lock, lifting him in the suplex position, before dropping him face down on the mat. The former ELITE champion looks like he has had the wind knocked out of him, but he gets no time to recover, as the Australian veteran stays on him, quickly stretching out his ribs, and laying into them with a series of brutal kicks.
Lbm smartly rolls under the ropes, getting a break for himself, as the referee creates separation for him.
Trippy P hurries back in, desperate to press his advantage, but Lbm quickly fires back, with a flurry of punches to the midsection of the Australian, bending him over double…
The crowd rallies behind ‘The F’N Legend’, as he gets back to his feet, and lifts Trippy P, nailing a scoop slam on him, impressive because of the size difference between the two men. With Trippy P down, Lbm for a second winces, holding his ribs…
Wally Wilson: Lbm is clearly favouring that side… the focused assault by Trippy P may have broken some of those ribs, or even punctured a lung!
A-Damn: And when you’ve got a rib injury, everything hurts… even breathing is an exercise in pain control.
Lbm doesn’t delay for too long however, he picks up the former FHT Undisputed Champion, and sends him off the ropes, nailing a huge back body drop that sends Trippy P crashing down into the middle of the ring.
With the Australian down, Lbm climbs to the top rope, and waits...
Wally Wilson: Lbm taking a big risk and looking to take advantage of the momentum hes gotten in this match up…
A-Damn: And he knows how important it is to do big damage early in this match up, you cant afford to get sucked into a drawn out match in the first round of a tournament, sapping the energy you need to be competitive in the later rounds…
Lbm is on the top rope, however, within a flash Trippy P is up, and he rushes Lbm, knocking him from the top rope… Lbm flies through the air, and lands midsection flush on the crowd barrier!
Theres a sickening crack, as Lbm lies in a gasping mess on the ringside floor. The crowd is cheering wildly for what they’ve just seen, as we go to commercial break…
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Post by Trippy P on Aug 13, 2008 14:11:04 GMT -5
Back from commercial break, and Trippy P is firmly in control after Lbm took the big fall before the break. Outside the ring, Trippy P picks Lbm up, and drops him over the crowd barrier again, much to the chagrin of the ELITE crowd, who are unhappy at seeing the ELITE creator being manhandled in the title tournament.
With the referees count up to 8, Trippy P rolls back into the ring, before rolling right back out, to continue his attack.
He grabs Lbm, and whips him with maximum velocity into the ringsteps… Lbm takes the full brunt in spectacular fashion, crashing body first against the steel, dislodging the heavy steps from their position…
Wally Wilson: Lbm has to have some serious internal injuries after that fall, and Trippy P is only making it worse…
A-Damn: And you can see from the big grin on Trippy P’s face, that hes enjoying this. Remember, these two guys legitimately hate each other. If Trippy P can not only hurt Lbm, but eliminate him from the tournament for the title of the company he created? I think it would just about make his life complete. Trippy P quickly rolls Lbm back into the ring, and he makes a cover…
One…
Two….
Kickout!
Lbm isnt done yet, and he tries to get back to his feet, though Trippy P is hardly making it easy on him, he knocks him back down with another blow to the injured ribs.
With the Irishman lying on the floor, in agonizing pain, the Australian grabs his legs, and positions him for the TRIP LOCK…. Lbm however has it well scouted, and by some strength remaining in his body, he manages to kick out, sending the FHTer flying backwards into the turnbuckle.
Lbm is having a rush of adrenaline, and the crowd likes it. He bursts up, and knocks Trippy P down with a huge right hand, he gets up… and gets knocked down again! Lbm sends him off the ropes, and he nails the Australian with a big time clothesline…
Lbm is full of momentum, ignoring his injuries, he waits for the Smooth One to get to his feet, before kicking him in the stomach and nailing him with a huge DDT! He crawls over and makes the cover….
One….
Two….
Kickout!
Lbm isnt fazed by the kickout however… he picks Trippy P, and signaling to the ELITE crowd, he tries to lift him above his head in the FU position… it’s a struggle, the injured ribs stop him from being able to lift completely, but he some how gets him up….
Its short lived however, his strength gives out, and Trippy P slides off his back behind him….
SMOOTH SLAM!
Trippy P nails the sure fire finisher…. The momentum with which hes thrown sends Lbm skidding under the ropes, and he falls to the outside the ring…
Wally Wilson: Oh what a burst of luck for the former ELITE Champion… that move send Lbm crashing to the outside of the ring, where he cant be pinned…
A-Damn: That’s got to be so frustrating for Trippy P… ive got to believe this would be over right now if Lbm hadn’t fallen out of the ring, hes nailed his big finish, but it could all be for nothing!
Trippy P leaves the ring, and tries to lever Lbm back into it. It’s a slow struggle, as Lbm is completely dead weight. Eventually Trippy P gets him back in, but valuable time has been wasted before hes able to make a cover…
One….
Two….
Thre-KICKOUT!
Some how Lbm managed to kick out.
Trippy P cant believe it. And his frustrations clearly show, as he punches the mat in rage.
Trippy P again signals for the Smooth Slam, and he waits behind Lbm, for the finisher…. He gets him up, but this time Lbm manages a counter, reversing the move in mid air into a bulldog, drawing a huge pop from the ELITE crowd…. He makes the cover….
One…
Two…
Kickout!
Lbm is trying to turn the momentum…. He picks Trippy P up, and slams him head first off the turnbuckle, laying into him with a series of punches and kicks brutal in their intensity, before whipping him straight at the opposite corner, which the large Australian hits with a large clang….
Trippy P is down, and Lbm is struggling to get back up…
The referee begins a count, as both wrestlers struggle to their feet… They both make it before the 10 count however, and it is Lbm who continues with the advantage. He nails a jaw breaker that staggers Trippy P, before standing up and trying for a SUPERKICK… No! Trippy P catches the Superkick and pulls Lbm into a SMOOTHLINE!
He makes the cover…
One…
Two….
Thre-KICKOUT!
Some how, some way, Lbm kicks out at the very last moment possible.
Wally Wilson: I don’t know how he did it, but Lbm must be running on pure will power alone! After all the punishment hes taken, hes still alive in this match! He kicked out of the Smooth Line!
A-Damn: I don’t think Trippy P is taking it very well either, he looks like hes completely lost his cool.
Trippy P has had enough… he screams at Lbm to ‘stay the fuck down’, before exiting the ring… the Crowd boos, as he grabs a steel chair, and reenters the ring….
Trippy P lifts the chair, and measures Lbm, waiting for him to regain his feet….
He raises the chair to swing it… when referee Harry Hebner grabs the chair, preventing the illegal shot!
Trippy P is enfuriated, he turns on the referee, and begins to violently argue his case….
He turns around right into a superkick!
Lbm covers…
One…
Two…
THREE!
Lbm WINS IT!
Jane McNeal: Ladies and Gentlemen… your winner, and advancing in the tournament… Lbm!
The crowd pops, as the referee lifts Lbms arm… the Irishman gasps in pain, and the referee quickly lowers his arm again.
Wally Wilson: I don’t believe it… Lbm’s won this match! He withstood all the punishment Trippy P gave, Trippy P lost his cool and took his eye off the prize, and the FN Icon made him pay!
A-Damn: The Original ELITE wrestler wins in the first round, ending Trippy P’s brief flirtation with the ELITE Heavyweight Championship… somehow I think someones going to pay for this….
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Post by scorchedmask on Aug 13, 2008 14:51:22 GMT -5
Leaning against a wall on the opposite side of a large room is Extreme Mayhem watching Scorched Mask who is in turn at the other end of the room stretching for his match with his Mystery Opponent (OOC: Seriously... is this Mystery Opponent my discretion?). Extreme Mayhem begins to speak under his breath.
Mayhem: That guy... that arrogant prick.
Within moments General Grood walks around the corner and leans against the wall beside him.
Grood: So... He's the arrogant prick? What the hell were you doing getting involved in my match last week?
Mayhem: I wanted to make sure the job got done.
Grood: Yeah... you really help there boy.
Mayhem frowns as he bangs the wall behind with his fist causing General Grood to chuckle.
Mayhem: Laugh it up, old man. But I got a plan. Since we couldn't get the job done...
Grood: Ahem, you screwed mine up.
Mayhem: You still got the big L, so you didn't get it done either. As I was saying, Since we didn't get the job done, I believe it's time to get someone who can.
General Grood brings his hand to his head and begins to pounder.
Grood: Who you got in mind?
Mayhem: That guy there.
Mayhem points in the room, and as General Grood follows the finger, he sees he's pointing to Mr. Monday Night.
Grood: Multiple championships, definitely hardcore. Good choice boy.
Mayhem: What about you, you got someone in mind?
Grood: Oh. I do.
General Grood leans over and whispers in Extreme Mayhem's ear. As General Grood's choice is heard in Mayhem's ear, Mayhem's eyes begin to widen up.
Mayhem: Oh man. Scorched dude is fucked.
Grood: Indeed.
Both men continue to laugh as they plot their next strategy over an unsuspecting Scorched Mask.
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Post by Ace Andrews on Aug 14, 2008 0:27:43 GMT -5
The shot fades into the backstage area, opening up on the locker room of Ace Andrews[/b]. Ace is seen stretching and getting ready for his upcoming match. He does a few jumping jacks, and starts to stretch his arm, his focus looking crisp, until there’s a knock on the door. Ace looks towards the door, and rolls his shoulders before walking over and picking up a bottle of water. He takes a sip and then yells out.[/i]
AA-”Doors Open.”
The latch from the door can be heard opening, and Ace’s right eyebrow shoots up a little as he sees the person walk in off-screen.
AA-”I’m surprised to see you here. Shouldn’t you be off getting to know your new partner?”
The camera pans back a little, and we see its Blade standing just a few feet in front of Ace, his tag Title on his shoulder as he stares straight into Ace’s eyes. Ace stares straight back at him, a smirk evident on his face. There’s silence for a few seconds, and then Blade speaks.
B-”I didn’t want Max as my partner, any more then you wanted to lose your title last week. But the fact is, you gambled and you lost.”
AA-”Glad to see you noticed.”
B-”Cut the crap Ace. You know you lost your title, through no fault but your own. Now the question is, what are you going to do about it?”
Ace smirks and takes another sip of his water. He then screws the lid back on, and then places the bottle on top of the coffee table, before looking back up into Blades eyes.
AA-”I made that decision about a nanosecond after Venom pinned me last week. See Blade, when I first got here, I was going out of my way to prove how great I was. And people were responding. They may have hated me, or they may have loved me, I couldn’t really care less, but the fact was I was heading for the top, in as quick a time as possible. I would have been able to jump any hurdle, and kick anybody’s ass. But I got sidetracked. You saved my life before Blade, so I left all my solo dreams aside, and I helped you win the Tag Belts. Not because I wanted too, but because YOU wanted too.”
B-”Now hang on a second…”
Ace’s smirk leaves and he shoves a hand up and into Blades face, just an inch away from his nose shutting Blade up instantly as Ace glares at him.
AA-”Shush. This is MY TURN to talk.”
Ace waits a few seconds, and then lowers his hand. He starts to speak again, now in a normal tone, but with complete ice just in the undertone, conveying his true feelins of the situation.
AA-”I won the belts with you. Then your own ego needed to know who was better. Your own ego needed me to keep saving you from the CAK attacks. Well I’ve proven I’m better then you. I beat you 1…2…3 in the middle of that ring. And now, you have a partner that’s willing to back your lazy ass up. But for me Blade? I’m done with you. I have other things on my mind. More important things. Things like the ELITE Heavyweight title. So until we cross paths again Blade, I wish you and Max all the luck in the world. But for now? We’re done.”
Both men continue to glare at each other, neither seemingly budging until Ace leans down and picks up his bottle of water again. Ace leans back up and looks straight at Blade, a smirk now back on his face.
AA-”Thanks for stopping by Blade. Now get the fuck out of my locker room. I have a tournament to prepare for.”
Blade an Ace share an uneasy stare, and then Blade casually turns and walks away, leaving Ace standing in his locker room, and watches him leave as we go to commercial break.
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Post by Blade on Aug 14, 2008 15:53:19 GMT -5
[Daniel Ice stretches out his hand for the pre match handshake. Blade however seems extremely hesitant to accept it. Blade gingerly reaches out, grabs Ice’s hands but immediately let’s go. The bell rings signalling the start of the match. Blade rushes towards Ice, not giving him time to breathe. But Ice sidesteps, forcing Blade to run into the turnbuckle. Ice quickly takes the advantage, pressing his body weight against Blade, who is looking out towards the crowd while trapped in the turnbuckle. Ice takes a step back, grabbing the top of Blades trousers. Ice drags Blade backwards before throwing a forearm to the lower back, knocking him back into the turnbuckle. Ice does it again, keeping Blade trapped. Ice turns Blade around and whips him across the ring. Blade crashes into the turnbuckle, facing Ice. Ice sprints across the ring and attempts a shoulder barge on Blade. But Blade has it scouted, swinging himself between the middle ropes, as Ice goes shoulder first into the corner post. Blade climbs up onto the top turnbuckle, and stomps on the back of a doubled over Ice. Ice backs away from the corner, and Blade leaps off, hitting him with a leg drop bulldog.*][/i]
Kevin Kelly: Such an even match so far, but I wouldn’t expect any different from these two men.
A-Damn: Haven’t I seen this somewhere before?
[Blade goes for the cover.][/i]
On...kickout[/color]
[Blade manoeuvres himself into a new position and tries to lock in the Hangover** but Ice wriggles out. Blade climbs to his feet and grabs Ice by the top of the head. Blade drags Ice to the corner, smashing his head on the top turnbuckle. Ice wheels away, holding onto his forehead but Blade quickly takes Ice down with a chop block. Blade hits Ice with a stiff kick to the knee, before lifting Ice’s leg high. Blade drops down, brining his knee down on Ices. Blade again gets to his feet and bounces off the nearby ropes. Blade jumps over Ice’s body on the rebound. But Ice grabs Blades leg, causing Blade to lose his balance and fall throat first on the middle rope. Blade bounces off, clutching at his neck as he hits the floor.][/i]
Gary King: Daniel Ice, as he prefers to be known now, just killed Blades momentum dead.
Kevin Kelly: It was a wise move, and they are using vastly different strategies then we are used to.
Gary King: Well I’m not surprised, the only one they can get an edge over each other is to go for what’s not expected by either man.
A-Damn: Still looks the same to me.
[Ice quickly pushes to his feet, seemingly having played possum. Ice grabs Blade around the throat with both hands and lifts him to his feet. Keeping his grip, Ice kicks Blade in the gut before lifting him up high into the air. Blade legs kick out as he gasps for air, his hands raking at Ices grip. Ice releases his grip, dropping Blade to a floor, whose legs buckle sending him straight to the mat. Blade tries to crawl to the ropes, but Ice drags him away. Ice locks in a leg lock, putting pressure on Blades repaired knee. Blade tries to wriggle out, but Ice has it locked in tight. Blade sits up and tries to loosen Ices grip, but Ice also sits up and blasts him with stiff right hand. Blade however uses the distraction to break the hold. Blade pushes to his feet as the same time as Ice and attempts a clothesline. Ice ducks and Blade spins around. Ice grabs Blade and slams him down with a back drop.][/i]
Kevin Kelly: Both men pacing themselves here, not attempting any risks here.
A-Damn: I think I’m gunna take a nap, anyone else mind?
[Ice goes for the cover.][/i]
One... Tw...Kickout[/color]
[Blade casually lifts his shoulder off the mat. Ice mounts Blade and begins to blast him with forearm shots. Blade quickly gets his arms up blocking his face. Ice changes strategy and punches around Blades block, closed fists to the side of the skull. The referee warns Ice against using closed fists but Ice pushes him away. The referee warns Ice with a DQ, which forces him to break the move. Ice gets to his feet and looks around the ring, carefully considering his next move. He climbs out between the middle ropes, walks along the apron and climbs up to the top of a nearby turnbuckle.][/i]
Gary King: Ice heading to the nosebleeds, this could be risky.
Kevin Kelly: But it’s unexpected, I don’t remember a time that Ice has climbed to the turnbuckle.
A-Damn: Remember the first time Brock Lesner went to the turnbuckle in the WWE? This should be fun!
[Ice leaps off the turnbuckle, hitting Blade with a frog splash, shades of the late Eddie Guererro. Ice goes for the cover.][/i]
One... Two... Th...Kickout
[Ice is getting frustrated, arguing with the referee. Ice lifts Blade to his feet and whips him at the ropes. Blade bounces off and ducks under a clothesline attempt. Blade attempts to spring off the middle rope with a moonsault, but Ice catches him on his shoulder. Ice slams him down with a modified Judas Cradle. Ice covers Blade, but immediately gets to his knees again, looking down at Blade. Ice shakes his head, before climbing to his feet again. He taps his forehead with a finger and waits for Blade to get to his feet. Blade uses the ropes to pull himself to his feet, and turns towards Ice. But Ice is waiting and goozles Blades throat. Ice lifts Blade up and slams him down with an Unearthly Destroyer***. Ice covers Blade.][/i]
One... Two... Thre...Kickout[/b]
Kevin Kelly: BLADE KICKED OUT! BLADE KICKED OUT!
A-Damn: Ah hell, it’s not over yet?
[Ice is surprised and covers him again.][/i]
One... Two... Th...Another kickout.[/b]
[Ice is getting frustrated now, and gets to his feet. He threatens to hit the referee, who skirts backwards to get away from him. Ice turns back to Blade, carefully considering his next move. Suddenly, Blade nips up to his feet, surprising Ice. Ice dashes at Blade and attempts a clothesline. Blade ducks, spins, and hits Ice with a flurry of right hands before knocking him off his feet with a discus clothesline. Ice rolls to his knees, but is caught in the face with a shining wizard. Blade follows up with a standing shooting star press. ][/i]
Kevin Kelly: Blade here with a second wind, he is now showing why exactly he is one half of the tag team champions.
[Blade has dragged Ice towards the turnbuckles and climbs up to the top. Blade leaps off backwards, twisting into the Double Edge**** but Ice slides under the bottom rope. Blade manages to land on his feet however and looks out to where Ice is taking a breather. Blade wastes no time and rushes at the ropes on the opposite side of the ring. Blade springs off and leaps over the ropes with a somersault plancha, landing straight on top of the unwary Ice. Blade rolls Ice back into the ring, closely following him. Blade is up on his feet first, while Ice is still on his hands and knees. Blade drags his thumb across his throat, signalling for the end. Ice is up on his feet, but his hit in the gut with a stiff kick. Blade lifts up Ice into the Gory Special, before slamming him down with the Hells Requiem*****. Blade goes for the cover.[/i]
One... Two... Three...
Erik Knight: Your winner, advancing to the second round of Ultimate Elite 3, Blaaade!
[“Linchpin” by Fear Factory hits the PA systems again. The referee hands Blade his tag team title belt and lifts his arm in the air. Blade yanks the belt from the referee’s hands and slides out under the bottom rope. He heads up the ramp and into the backstage area as Legacy cuts to commercial.][/i]
*Better known as a Fame-Ass-Er **Anaconda Vice *** A Chokeslam **** Phoenix Splash ***** Barry White Driver
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Post by Absolute Horror on Aug 14, 2008 17:29:18 GMT -5
Legacy goes to the gym backstage with Brad Baxter and Prankster 2.
Brad Baxter: So do ya think he made it all the way?
Prankster 2: Oh yeah. She was all over em, there’s no way he didn’t.
Brad Baxter: Can you believe that? First she fires him, next she f---s him. And guys like us get nothing.
Prankster 2: Where’s the justice? I bet we could sell out arenas or DVD’s if they just gave us a chance.
Brad Baxter: I know. How many lawsuits have you caused the company to get? I know I haven’t got any, but this guy causes us to get em by the dozen and he’s still makin ten times as much as us. What’s up with that!
Prankster 2: You know what, I think if I saw that guy right now I’d prob—
Brad Baxter: Well you might get your chance, here he comes.
The two stop talking and just start watching NIN Horror as he walks into the gym. NIN is wearing his boots and kneepads, track shorts, and a black Michael Phelps t-shirt. NIN is listing to his ipod as he picks up a large dumbbell in each hand. He starts doing bicep curls as Baxter and Prankster 2 approach him, giggling to each other.
Brad Baxter: Hey NIN,
Hey NIN,
Hey NIN!
Brad Baxter and Prankster 2 both jump back quickly as NIN suddenly drops the dumbbells down by their feet. NIN pulls out his ear phones and finally acknowledges them.
NIN: What?
Brad Baxter: Hey ah, we were, and a bunch of the guys in the back were ah just wondering, ah
NIN: Yes you were wondering, spit it out.
Brad Baxter: Well ah, we just wanted to know, um, did you go all the way last week?
NIN: Did I go all the way?
Prankster 2: (poking Baxter with his elbow) Yeah with Sally?
Brad and Prankster 2 fight back laughter as NIN puts his hands on his hips and fights back a smile.
NIN: The nerve of some people. Do you guys really think I’d be so audacious as to have an affair with my ex-boss and co-worker’s future wife?
Prankster 2: Ye-, well I mean, you are a kinda controversial guy.
Brad Baxter: Most of us wouldn’t put it past ya.
NIN: Most of you? Well what do you guys think, what are the boys saying?
Brad and P2 look at each other for a moment, and then burst into smiles.
Brad Baxter: We all think you did it!
They start laughing as NIN smiles wide.
NIN: No?
Prankster 2: We think you gave it to her!
NIN laughs and playfully slaps P2 across the face.
NIN: Watch your mouth, we’re on TV!
They all burst out laughing.
Brad Baxter: Was she any good!?
More laughing. NIN sticks his hands in the air.
NIN: Can I get some hi-fives?
Brad and P2 laugh as they both go to hi-five NIN. They slap hands, but NIN locks their hands, and traps them in Roman knuckle locks! They cry out in pain as NIN brings them in close.
NIN: (quiet and forceful) Look boys, what happened between Sally Wilson and me happened between Sally and ME, and is nobody’s business but ours. If I catch you guys insinuating anything about me or Sally,
They yelp as NIN twists their arms further.
NIN: Actually, that’s Ms. Wilson now guys. Now I want you to repeat this: “I will never insinuate about Ms. Wilson or NIN Horror again.”
Brad Baxter: “I will never insinuate about Ms. Wilson or NIN Horror again.” Prankster 2: “I will never insinuate about Ms. Wilson or NIN Horror again.”
NIN releases the hold and knocks them both to the ground. They hold onto their wrists as NIN puts his ear phones back in. NIN steps over Brad Baxter and walks away as Legacy goes to commercials.
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Post by Ace Andrews on Aug 14, 2008 20:06:49 GMT -5
The camera comes back from Commercial break, to a shot of the Commentators sitting at ringside. After just a few seconds to gather their bearings, Gary King speaks.GK-”And an action packed show thus far. So far we’ve seen LBM beat Trippy, Blade beat Dark Angel, NIN Horror in the classic ‘Did He or Didn’t He’ over Sally Wilson, as well as had a brief glimpse into the mind of Satan.”
WW-”And what a mind that is. Sick, twisted, depraved…we all saw what he did to The Peeps Champ at Pride and Passion, but I think very few people knew just how twisted that man has become.”
ADH-”Well lets not forget about this scenario with Ace Andrews and Blade. Ace loses his Tag Title belt in a singles contest, and just like that he turns his back on Blade? That could be a decision that will come back to haunt him.”As A-Damn finishes talking, the PA System kicks into life, and the entire stage area starts filling up with Red Smoke as ‘Shout at the Devil’ kicks in!Shout shout shout Shout shout shout Shout at the devil From the back, out walks the FHT Undisputed Champion, Satan, his belt over his shoulder as he ignores the crowd, instead just storming down to the ring as Erik Knight stands in the middle of the ring.EK-”Ladies and Gentlemen, the following is an ELITE Heavyweight Title Qualifier. Introducing first, hailing from New York City. He is the current FHT Undisputed Champion, SATAN!!!”Satan steps up onto the apron and then into the ring. He walks over to one side, holding his title up high to a very hostile reaction from the crowd.ADH-”Looks like we’ll find out sooner rather then later if Ace’s decision will come back to bite him in the ass.”
GK-”You may be right A-Damn. Satan is not a man you want to face at less then 100% either physically or mentally. Satan has been on a big time roll lately, and from the looks of things Ace drew the short card for this round.”
WW-”I’m not so sure guys. Ace may not be as big as Satan, but I wouldn’t be underestimating Ace either. He’s proven he knows how to wrestle, and wrestle well. Maybe he’s flown under Satan’s radar, and that’s not the kind of thing Ace would be above taking advantage of. He KNOWS he’s new. He KNOWS a guy like Satan barely knows him. If anything, I’d say the advantage is in Ace’s court right now.”Before the commentators can continue, the PA kicks into life again, accompanied by an extravagant light show, as ‘Remember the Name’ by Fort Minor plays.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! From the back, out strolls Ace Andrews. He skips his usual showing off, his eyes instead locked on Satan and the ring, his intent clear as he focuses on nothing else besides his opponent. Ace storms down the ramp, never once removing his eyes from the ring.EK-”And his opponent, hailing from Las Vegas, Nevada. He is ACE ANDREWS!!!”Surprisingly, there’s a mixed reaction from the crowd. Some cheering, and some booing him. Ace simply climbs into the ring through the ropes, and then pauses to look straight at Satan for a few more seconds. Ace leans back, testing the rope strength before rolling his neck. Finally the ref steps to the center of the ring and calls both men in for the Handshake. As they stand a foot apart, the height and size difference is clear, and Satans evil smirk shows he knows it. Both men reach out, and shake each others hands, before the referee orders them back and calls for the bell.Ace instantly starts to cross the ring, his hands just out in front of him in a typical wrestling pose. Satan ignores all the niceties, and just storms straight towards Ace, his intentions clear. When they get to within arms reach, Satan moves in to grab Ace, but Ace is too quick for him, as he darts low, and grabs Satan’s ankle, yanking it out from underneath the big guy. Ace rolls through with the move, quickly attempting to lock in an Ankle Lock, but Satan rolls over, and aims a boot at Ace with his free leg. Ace hops backwards, avoiding the foot, and then steps back, and into his wrestling posture again, his eyes locked straight onto Satan. Satan stands back up, his eyes glaring a hole through Ace, before he rolls his shoulders and calms down a little.
Satan starts to move back into towards Ace, his guard now up, but Ace starts to circle around Satan a little, keeping himself a little breathing room. Satan finally traps Ace in the corner, and moves in to grab him again, but once more Ace darts low, and grabs Satan’s ankle, tripping Satan up and sending him face first into the turnbuckle! Ace is back on his feet quick smart, and with Stan in the corner Ace moves in, charging in with a clothesline to the back of Satan’s neck. Ace follows that up with three sharp elbows to the back of Satan’s head, before grabbing the big man by the back of the neck, turning and jumping over the top rope, sending Satan throat first onto the top rope. The whiplash causes Satan to stagger backwards clutching at his neck, and Ace hops up onto the apron. He waits for a few seconds and then when Satan spins back around to face him, Ace leaps up onto the top rope, balances, and leaps off looking for a Tornado DDT, but Satan simply catches Ace mid move, and bull rushes him back into the turnbuckles!GK-”Well Ace was doing well, but it seems like Satan’s got the advantage back now.”
WW-”Three Hundred Plus Pounds squashing you into a turnbuckle will take the advantage from anyone.”Ace is standing just barely with his arms draped over the top rope, which proves to be a mistake as Satan takes a few steps back, then bull rushes back into the turnbuckle squashing Ace once more! Satan holds Ace up, glaring out at the crowd for a few seconds, before grabbing Aces arm and going to whip him out of the corner, before yanking him back and slamming him into the turnbuckles! Ace stumbles down to a knee at this point as Satan walks off with a glare. The FHT champion scowls some more at the crowd, but then turns back to Ace. He storms back in and squashes Ace’s head up against the 2nd turnbuckle with his thigh. After a few seconds of squashing Aces head he backs off and lets Ace fall face-first into the mat. Satan backs off for a few seconds and adjusts his elbow pads, before reaching down and pulling Ace up. He picks Ace up and drapes him over a single shoulder before walking forward and dropping Ace face first onto the turnbuckles. Ace’s head hits the turnbuckle pads hard and he stumbles backwards and around, straight into a Big Boot! Satan drops to a single knee and covers Ace rather lazily as the ref drops down and counts.
ONE…TW-NO!!!WW-”Satan didn’t seem too eager there, and he paid the price. It’s going to take more then that to take Ace out.”Ace manages to get a shoulder up, as Satan glares at the ref, seemingly shocked. Satan grabs Ace by the throat and drags him back to his feet, before hooking Ace up and lifting him high up in a suplex. Satan holds Ace there for a few seconds, allowing the blood to rush to Ace’s head, before dropping him down with a brainbuster. Satan doesn’t both covering this time, instead simply standing up, and dragging Ace back to his feet. He then hoists Ace back up and over one shoulder, before stepping back a few paces. The FHT champion then raises a single arm before stepping forward with three paces, and drilling Andrews with a Powerslam! Satan hooks the leg this time, and the ref drops to make the count.
ONE…TWO…THR-NO!
Satan doesn’t waste time arguing, getting back to his feet and stomping on Ace angrily. Satan brushes the sweat from his brow, before bending down to pick Ace up…and Ace small packages him!
ONE…TWO…THRE-NO!GK-”And again, Satan not really offering Ace any respect as an opponent, and Ace takes advantage of Satan’s non-chalance, scoring with what could have been the winner right there.”
ADH-”Satan is the FHT Champion Gary. Ace is ‘that guy that tagged with Blade’. You do the maths, and figure out where Satan is coming from.”Satan just barely kicks out, and both him and Ace roll to their feet, Ace is quicker and sizes the big man up, and as Satan turns, Andrews goes for a dropkick, but Satan grabs the ropes and yanks himself backwards, watching with a snarl as Andrews lands squarely on the back of his head. Satan doesn’t even hesitate, storming over to Ace, who is clutching at the back of his head, and Satan lifts him up and locks in a Full Nelson! Ace screams out in pain as Satan pushes harder down on the back of Aces head and neck, thrashing Ace around like a rag doll. Ace keeps both hands up, refusing to quit as Satan tosses Ace around a little more. Finally Aces arms start to wilt, Satan squeezing down harder and harder until finally Aces ups are seemingly lifeless. WW-”And the fight seems to have gone out of Ace now, the champs Full Nelson just too much to bear. Just drop the arms ref, Ace is done.”The ref steps in, and grabs Ace’s arm. He raises it once…And it drops. He raises it Twice…And it drops. He raises it a Third time…and it drop-NO! Aces hand starts shaking the momentum coming back to him.WW-”I take that back, Ace isn’t done for yet..” Ace tries to get his feet back on the ground, but Stan simply holds him there, so with his last burst of strength Ace swings back, mulekicking Satan straight between the legs, and out of the refs sight! Satan instantly drops Ace, who grabs a hold of the bottom rope to hold himself off the ground, as Satan stumbles around clutching at his groin region. Ace pulls himself into the corner, and starts to pull himself up, and as he reaches a standing position, Satan spots him and charges in, looking to squash Ace once more, but Ace spots him coming and yanks himself out of the ring and onto the apron! Satan crashes into the turnbuckle, and comes stumbling back out, and over the top rope from the apron Ace NAILS Satan square on the point of his jaw with The FLOP! ADH-”And the Big man is DOWN for the first time this entire match. Picture Perfect Flop right there.”Satan goes down, just next to the ropes, but Ace ignores that, racing across the apron and jumping to the top rope. He glances down just the once at the downed Satan and then leaps off with a PERFECT Joker, straight dead centre on Satan’s chest. Ace covers the big man as the ref gets into position.
ONE…TWO…THRE-NO!!
Satan gets his foot on the ropes! Ace just stares at the ref in disbelief, seemingly unable to believe that wasn’t enough. Ace gets up, and wipes his hand through his hair before looking down at Satan, who is slowly pulling himself to his feet. Ace backs off a few paces and bends down his hands on his thighs as he stares straight at Satan’s back. Ace waves both hands, moving a little now and then as he waits for Satan to turn around. Satan stumbles back a few steps, and turns, and Ace launches at him, aiming for another Flop, but Satan spots it coming, and clutches Aces ankle. He snarls straight at Ace, and then spins him around before booting him in the gut, and setting up him for the Satan Bomb. He lifts Ace up, but Ace uses the momentum, placing his hands on Satan’s shoulders and pulling himself over Satan’s head and down his back, before hooking Satan in a reverse headlock, and quick as a flash NAILS Satan with the Trump Card! Ace quickly reaches over and hooks the leg as the ref slides into position.
ONE…TWO…THREE!!!The bell rings as Ace slides off of Satan and out underneath the bottom rope, raising both hands as he does so, and the referee slides out to raise Ace’s arm high.EK-”The winner of this bout, by Pinfall, and advancing to the Quarter Finals of the ELITE Heavyweight Title Tournament, ACE ANDREWS!!!”By now Satan has sat up in the dead center of the ring. He glares out at the crowd before sloly turning and looking back up at a celebrating Ace. Ace just chuckles and waves, before pointing directly at Satan and making the belt motion.WW-”Ace Andrews just made a BIG declaration right there. He just pinned the FHT undisputed Champion dead clean in the middle of the ring.”
ADH-”I’m still in shock Wally. That match may not have gone on for long, but Satan was in control for most of it. I guess Ace showed that he was trying to conserve his energy. He went straight for his big moves, and with a LOT of luck Satan kept getting hit by them.”
GK-”Indeed A-Damn. I think we all just saw Ace’s game plan from the outset. He KNOWS that he has four matches to go through if he wants to be champ, and he knows whoever he faces next will be a tough one to beat. He went straight for his big guns, because he knew it would take a LOT of energy to wear Satan down. Energy he didn’t really want to use right now.”
WW-”Game plan or not, I think the big picture is this, Ace Andrews just pinned a World Champion. On any kind of night, that there is a big statement. On a night when we’re aiming to crown a new champ though, it’s a colossal one.”
GK-”Especially when that champion is Satan, the man who singlehandedly wiped out The Peeps Champ. But for now, we’re going to go to a commercial break. When we come back, we’ll have more action for you right here at Ultimate Elite 3.”We fade to commercial break on the glare coming from Satan as he stares up at Ace, the fire burning in his eyes as we fade….to….black.
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Post by Ninja/Killer on Aug 15, 2008 0:53:22 GMT -5
"Down" hits as Soul Reaper comes out to the ring to a mixed reaction mostly cheers. Reaper enters the ring and does his Cross Body Slash Taunt as he pulls back the hood of his jacket.
"Godzilla Theme" hits before going into "War Machine" Killer heads down to the ring and enters as Reaper doesn't wait for the bell and charges with a Flying Elbow catching Killer in the chin knocking him down to the ground.
DING DING DING
Reaper takes Killer off the mat and fires some elbows to the face. Reaper hits a Spinning Back Elbow catching Killer on the chin. Killer staggers as Reaper hits a Hard Spin Kick to the side of the head knocking Killer to the mat. Reaper covers 1,2 Shoulder Up. Reaper fires some hard kicks to Killer's body as the big man tries getting to his feet. Reaper hooks Killer for an Exploder but Killer elbows Reaper in the neck to break the grip. Killer hooks Reaper for a Uranage but Reaper elbows out of it. Reaper knees Killer in the stomach then hooks him in a DDT position but Killer grabs Reaper around the waist then lifts him up and drives him over his knee in a Manhattan Drop. Killer holds on then tosses Reaper over his shoulder slamming him to the mat. Killer gets on his feet and looks fired up as Reaper sits up in pain. Killer slaps Reaper right in the back. Killer takes Reaper off the mat then fires some hard fists to the face. Killer lifts Reaper up in a Gorilla Press but Reaper slides off and lands behind Killer and kicks him hard in the back. Reaper fires a kick to the chest. Reaper then tries another kick but Killer catches it and hits a Capture Suplex. Killer grabs Reaper and sends him to a corner. Killer fires some hard chops to the chest then ends with an Uppercut. Reaper falls to the bottom turnbuckle as Killer scrapes his boot across his face. Killer runs to the opposite corner and looks for the running Ohtani Kick but Reaper grabs his foot. Reaper stands up still holding Killers boot and trips Killer's leg out. Reaper slams Killer's leg on the mat. Killer sits up as Reaper hits a Dropkick right to the face. 1,2 shoulder up.
Reaper climbs up to the middle turnbuckle and waits for Killer to get to his feet. Killer does as Reaper jumps off but Killer recovers and grabs Reaper by the waist and hits a Belly to Belly Suplex. Killer stands up and hits a Flying Fist Drop to Reaper's face. 1,2 shoulder up. Killer gets Reaper up and hits a few more hard chops to the chest. Reaper responds with a quick straight punch to the jaw. Reaper runs to the ropes and nails a Running Elbow Strike. Reaper hits the ropes again and hits a Flipping Senton. Reaper covers 1,2 kickout. Reaper sits Killer up and locks on a Dragon Sleeper. Reaper uses his strength and rolls Killer onto his stomach and sits back locking on a Dragon Sleeper/Camel Combination. The ref checks to see if Killer wants to give it up but Killer fights up after a few a seconds then manages to stand up with Reaper still applying the Dragon Sleeper. Killer gets Reaper on his shoulder looking for a Powerslam but Reaper lands on his feet and hits a Soulnado. 1,2 Kickout. Reaper crosses his arms and goes back up top. Reaper flies off with a Frog Splash but Killer gets the knees up at the last second. Killer takes a few seconds to regain his wits as Reaper stands up holding his stomach. Killer charges and hits the STO. Killer holds on and wraps his legs around Reaper's arms then wraps his arms around the back of Reaper's head to apply a reverse Motor City Crossface. The ref checks on Reaper this time to see if he wants to give it up but Reaper crawls to th ropes and drapes his leg across the bottom rope.
The ref counts as Killer lets the submission go. Killer takes Reaper off the mat and hits him with a European Uppercut and another. Killer then spins around and hits a slap to the back of Reaper's head. Killer wraps his arms around Reaper's waist and hits a Release German Suplex. Killer grabs Reaper and pulls him to a corner. Killer climbs up to the second turnbuckle then comes off with a Vader Bomb type move. 1,2 KICKOUT. Killer cuts his thumb across his throat then sits Reaper up and tries locking on the Killmission but Reaper has enough strength to resist. Reaper rolls onto his back and hits a kick to the top of Killer's head. Killer grabs at his head in pain as Reaper applys a Grounded Front Face lock and rams knees into Killer's head. Reaper lifts Killer up to his knees and locks on a Guillontine Choke. Reaper applys pressure as it looks like Killer is fading out. The ref after a few seconds raises Killer's arm up once, twice, th-NOO Killer's arm starts to shake as he moves close to the ropes and grabs the bottom rope. Reaper reluctantly breaks at four and a half. Reaper takes Killer off the mat then applys The Eternal Sleep. Killer struggles a bit before lifting Reaper up in a Piggy Back type maneuver then falls back slamming his wait down onto Reaper's body. Killer lays on the mat for a few seconds worn out from the submissions of Reaper. Killer sits himself up as Reaper is on his hands and knees trying to get some of his wind back. Killer gets on his feet as Reaper is on his feet as well.
Reaper fires an elbow strike as Killer takes it. Killer slaps Reaper across the face. Reaper fires two more elbow strikes. Reaper tries a Roaring Elbow but Killer ducks and nails another HARD slap across Reaper's face. Killer starts slapping Reaper in the face then pushes Reaper into the opposite corner. Killer lifts Reaper onto the top turnbuckle then signals that he's going up. Killer climbs up but Reaper rakes the eyes of Killer. Killer falls to the mat feet first. Reaper stands up and jumps off looking for a Hurracanrana but Killer catches him and slams him down with a Sitout Powerbomb. 1,2 KICKOUT. Killer takes Reaper off the mat and hooks him for the Northern Lights Bomb. Killer lifts Reaper up but Reaper lands on his feet and gets Killer in position and in a show of strength hits an Exploder Suplex. Killer immedialtey gets on his feet and grabs Reaper and hits a T Bone Suplex. Reaper gets on his feet and suprises Killer with a REAPERCUTTER. Both men lie on the mat as the ref starts counting.
1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 Both men are up on their feet.
Reaper jumps up for a Leg Lariat but Killer catches him and drives him over his knee in a Modified Back Breaker. Killer stays on his knees for a few seconds before standing up. Killer looks to the turnbuckle then goes over. Killer climbs up and points to the sky then makes the sign of the cross. Reaper gets up as Killer flies off with the Ode To Hawk catching Reaper. Killer covers 1,2 Shoulder Up. Killer slaps the mat as Reaper lies on the mat in pain. Killer grabs Reaper and takes him off the mat. Killer wraps his hand around Reaper's neck and lifts him up for a Chokeslam but Reaper turns and wraps his legs around Killer's waist then takes him over forward and hooks his legs in a Modified Roll Up. 1,2 Kickout. Killer and Reaper get to their feet. Killer attempts a Clothesline but Reaper ducks and hooks arms and legs around Killers arms and tries taking him over in a Crucifix but Killer resists and throws Reaper onto his shoulders and hits a DVD. 1,2 KICKOUT. Killer has the death look in his eyes as decides its time to finish it. Killer lifts Reaper off the mat and looks for the NLB again. Killer lifts Reaper up but Reaper counters with a Spike DDT. Reaper covers 1,2 SHOULDER UP.
Reaper brings Killer close to the ropes and climbs up. Reaper takes some time after the punishment he took and stands on top. Reaper flies off with the Touch Of Death but Killer rolls out of the way. Reaper lands on his feet and does a Forward Roll. Killer gets on his feet as Reaper charges but Killer acts fast and lifts Reaper up in the air and drives him down with a Powerbomb for the TOSS BOMB. Killer covers 1,2,3!!!!!!
The ref raises Killer's arm as he falls onto his back tired from the grueling contest. After a few moments Killer gets up as Reaper gets on his knees holding the back of his head. Killer and Reaper exchange a quick handshake as Legacy goes to commercial.
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Post by tpc on Aug 15, 2008 10:46:18 GMT -5
HaHaHaHaHaHaHaHaHaHaHaHaHaHaHaHaHaHaHaHaHaHaHaHaHaHaHaHaHaHa
Who to my friends de name's Remy LeBeau to my enemies it's Gambit you can go on ahead an' forget dat first name right about now
HaHaHaHaHaHaHaHaHaHaHaHaHaHaHaHaHaHaHaHaHaHaHaHaHaHaHaHaHaHa
The Man With 14 Faces Do You Know His Name?
1. Mistah J.J.? 2. Gambit?
Because He Doesn't!!!!!! [/b][/i]
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Post by Ash Strife on Aug 15, 2008 15:06:00 GMT -5
Wally Wilson: And those bells can only mean the arrioval of Crusher Casey
ACDC's Hells Bells blast over the PA AS Crusher Casey walsk out to a pop from teh crowd.
Wally Wilson: teh man showing some guts, with Elite medical staff allowing him to compete it has been stated no one felt fine with wrestling casey due to his alment.
A Damn HAter: Well no but his guy...
Hells Bells gets cut off by Gimmie Gimmie Bloodshed as CAK adn Pope Zahir make thier way down the ramp. CAK toss teh DEAD title to the Pope and slides under the ropes and the two big men lock up.
Wally Wilson: these are two big men here and CAK going right after CC, CAK hhas the hieght advbantage but CC can match power with CAK we have seen it before.
THe Two big men lock up and both try to power thier one another into a corner. CC first to strike tosses CAK with a hip toss and mounts the big man for a rain of fist. after several heavy blows CAK shoves CC off and sits up andthe two big men lock up again before cak whips CC into the ropes and plants him wiht a huge spine buster.
Wally Wilson: AND CC Sits right up. these two big men re going to tear each other apart.
CC runs at CAK and power whips him over the top rope. but CAK holds on adn pulls CC over with him. the two gaints brawl on the outside as the ref starts a 10 count.
one...
CAK whips CC into the steel steps
Two...
CC gets up and bashes CAK's head agaisnt the railing
three...
short arm clothesline by CAK to CC.
four...
leg lock takedown by CC
five...
sto by CC onto CAK
six...
wally wilson: these two don't seem to care, they just want to deal some damage.
Seven...
CAK powers out and both men get to there feet
eight...
double closeline lays both men down
nine...
both get to there feet again
ten
teh ref calls for the bell as the two giants are trading heavy fist.
announcer: the result is a double count out and both men are elimenated from the tournament.
CCa and CAK brawl all teh way to teh back untill the gaint from the ppv shows up and wraps both arms around CC and drags him back stage.
Wallywilson: well either man is not advancing tonight but what os going ot happen to CC?
A Damn Hater: who knows but both of these giants had a great shot untill thiere anger got the best of them.
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Post by scorchedmask on Aug 16, 2008 15:15:15 GMT -5
Legacy is back from commercial break, to the crowd cheering the man currently standing in the middle of the ring, Scorched Mask.
Wilson: Well the crowd as certain begun to fall behind this new comer.
A-Damn: Meh. It is a travesty this man is in the ELITE Heavyweight Title tournament. A TRAVESTY!!! Extreme Mayhem and General Grood are right that this man is getting more than he is deserving.
Kelly: Quit being bitter. There maybe one viewer watching this show right now.
All three men face the camera pausing for a few seconds.
A-Damn: Or maybe not.
Wilson: Well our first opponent is in the ring, lets see who his mystery opponent is!
The announce table remains silent as the camera is fixated on the entrance ramp. The crowd becomes restless as seconds pass with no one exiting.
Kelly: Doesn’t seem anyone is coming out. Oh wait-
As Kelly finishes speaking, Extreme Mayhem and General Grood make their way to the top of the steel ramp to a chorus of boos.
Mayhem: Don’t worry people, me and the old General are NOT fighting tonight. You see earlier tonight, CAK and Crusher Cassy fought to a double count-out causing a small problem for the next round of the tournament.
Grood: So I had this idea where we could easily fix this situation. We talked had a talk with the ELITE board of governors and they approved our suggestion. So without further ado, Scorched Mask, tonight it will be you against, 2 men of our choice, in a handicap match. So if our choices win, they both advance to the next round. And oh, they will win boy.
Mayhem: Your first opponent, a former FHT Hardcore champion, Mr. MONDAY NIGHT!!!
“Headstrong” by Trapt begins playing as Mr. Monday Night makes his way down the ramp and enters the ring in an incredible flip over the top rope. Scorched Mask backs up towards the turnbuckle but keep his guard up.
Grood: And his partner… no introduction is needed.
“Imperial March (Rage Mix)” begins playing and huge hush fills the arena. As the entrance curtains brush open…
Wilson: IT’S MURDER 1!!!! Holy crap!!
A-Damn: Well now things have become very interesting.
Kelly: I’m not sure if Scorched Mask is aware of Murder 1, but he is NOT one man to take lightly.
Wilson: You kidding, Murder 1’s brutality alone has kept him from the ring for sometime! What has the board of governors been smoking?
A-Damn: Quickly Mr. Monday Night has taken the offensive as he delivers a quick clothesline to Scorched Mask knocking him down.
Kelly: Mr. Monday Night is not wasting time as he goes for a Rolling Thunder by Scorched raises the knees! Scorched is back to his feet and quick dropkick to Mr. Monday Night knocking him through the ropes.
Wilson: Scorched turns around and Murder 1 is in the ring now and WHAT A DEVASTING RIGHT!!! Scorched is back down to the mat. I’m surprise he wasn’t knocked out there. Scorched tries to get back to his hands and knees and Murder 1 with a huge boot to the side of Scorched’s ribs! Murder 1 picks Scorched back up and Brainbuster Suplex!!! But he’s not going for the pin.
A-Damn: Murder 1 is all about pain. That’s it. As you can see him kicking Scorched Mask in the back of his head.
Kelly: Mr. Monday Night is back in the ring, but he’s recomposing himself on the ropes leaving M1 to do all the dirty work.
Wilson: Wise move. Murder 1 picks Scorched back to his feet and hard Irish Whip by Murder 1. Scorched is resting on the turnbuckle and Murder 1 charge head on and Scorched MOVED!! Murder 1 crashed chest first in the turnbuckle and Mask grabs hold of Murder 1’s head and Neckbreaker! Scorched is back to his feet and Mr. Monday Night springboards off the ropes with Flying Back Elbow to the side of Mask’s head.
A-Damn: Beautiful team work!! Murder 1 is back to his feet and Mr. Monday Night is backing off again. Wise, very wise!
Kelly: M1 has Mask back to his feet and Spinning Back Fist by M1 BUT blocked by Mask! Mask with an armbar take down but M1 floats over back to his feet but M1 holds on to Mask’s arm and Judo flip by M1!! Scorched is up to his knees and Shinning Wizard by M1 leaving Scorched Mask on the ground.
A-Damn: The rookie is not looking so good.
Kelly: Well when you have a fresh partner just waiting to take over when you screw up, well yeah it can be hard for even a seasoned veteran.
Wilson: M1 drags Scorched towards the corner and begins climbing the turnbuckle. M1 turns around and Split Legged Mounsault but Scorched Mask was quick to his feet and caught M1 in mid-air and POWERSLAM COUNTER!!! M1 is quick to his hands and knees but Scorched floats over M1 with a Forward Summersault Cutter!
A-Damn: Ah!!! But Mr. Monday Night is ready and has Scorched Mask locked from behind and Belly to Back Suplex by Mr. Monday Night…
Kelly: Mask floated over and landed right behind him and GERMAN SUPLEX counter by Scorched!!! M1 has begun to climb to his feet with the help of the ropes and clothesline from behind by Scorched Mask sending M1 over the top rope to the outside. All we have now is Scorched Mask and Mr. Monday Night!! And the crowd has gone crazy.
A-Damn: This is not right!! Not right at all!!
Wilson: Enjoy it!! Scorched Mask runs toward Mr. Monday Night and Running Knee right across Mr. Monday Night’s exposed head!! Mask is not wasting time, M1 will eventually be back in the ring and Scorched is trying to wrap this up quickly.
Kelly: Monday Night hops right back to his feet and Spinning Heel Kick by Mr. Monday Night but Scorched dodges!! And turns right into a Spinning Elbow by Mask!!! Scorched Mask picks Mr. Monday Night up to his feet and spins him right up in the air, right into a POWERBOMB TO THE LOWER BACK!!! Scorched Mask delivered the powerbomb right across his own knee!!! Mr. Monday Night is grasping at his back in pain!!!
Wilson: He could be seriously hurt here; Scorched Mask reaches for Mr. Monday Night’s head and STEEL CHAIR TO THE BACK OF SCORCHED MASK’S HEAD!!!! Murder 1 just nailed him hard!!!
A-Damn: If you piss off M1, he gets even more violent. Another chair shot by M1!! Scorched Mask is out!!!
Kelly: Yeah but he just caused his team a huge lost as the referee calls for the bell.
Announcer: Winner of this match due to DQ, Scorched Mask!!!
Wilson: I don’t think M1 liked the sound of that result as he just attempt a steel chair shot towards the referee. Thank god he rolled out of the ring in time.
Kelly: Yeah but Scorched Mask is still there and trying to get back to his feet and running chair shot across Scorched Mask’s face!!! He’s out flat on the ground. And another chair shot across Scorched Mask’s chest. This has got to stop.
A-Damn: Mr. Monday Night is back to his feet and he’s trying to reason with M1 and M1 just jabbed Mr. Monday Night right in the throat with the chair. So much for helping. M1 drops the chair on the mat, grabs hold of Mr. Monday Night and Jumping Tornato DDT.
Wilson: This is nuts, Scorched has managed to get to his feet, but he is very wobbly and kick to the abdomen by M1 and ANNIHILATION on the steel chair!!! Scorched Mask is out, Mr. Monday Night is out and the backstage security is finally out and holding M1 back. It’s about time.
Kelly: M1 stares down at his devastation and begins walking up the steel ramp. The crowd is booing this guy immensely.
A-Damn: Why? They got to see some real devastation for once.
Wilson: Well with Scorched Mask advancing to the second round, one has to wonder how effective he’ll even be when he gets there. Let’s head to commercial break as both injured men get assisted towards the back by the backstage medics.
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