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Post by Keith Williams on Jan 26, 2008 10:28:18 GMT -5
Monday, January 28TH, 2008 Live from the Alliant Energy Center, Madison, WI-------------------- ELITE CHAMPIONSHIP Ladder MatchThe Peeps Champ [c] -vs- James McDaygo_____________________________________________________________________________-AND-__________________________________________________________Singles MatchTrippy P -vs- Cowboy_____________________________________________________________________________- C O M M E N T A T O R S - Gary King, A-Damn Hater and Wally Wilson Wally Wilson: Tonight, we have the fallout from the mugging that took place last week against Red Ninja and Killer. Gary King: Mugging? There was no mugging. It was Lbm and Dark Angel showing how much superior Elite Superstars are to FHT Superstars and those that choose to align themselves with said Superstars! A-Damn Hater:Enough about that. Tonight will we see for the last time Trippy in a FHT ring? He is slated to make a huge announcement so lets get on with the show.
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Post by Ash Strife on Jan 26, 2008 15:25:13 GMT -5
CAK is back stage walking around holding a gold card when he approaches a door labeled “Killer”.
CAK lets him self in and walks out a few minutes later empty handed with a smile n his face.
CAK: Blue… Killer… this match will be carnage unlimited. Now just four more to go.
CAK keeps walking when he bumps right into Trey Spruance.
Spruance: so you think you are funny trying to make an example out of me prior to FHT V huh.
CAK: I don’t think I tried I think I just did…
Spruance: well do it again… Tonight for… one of those cards!
CAK: hey if you want a n ass whooping who am I to turn you down man.
CAK walks off while Trey is seen with a sick smile on his face.
Spruance: I will beat you tonight and then at the PPV I’ll do it again.
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Post by tpc on Jan 26, 2008 18:47:11 GMT -5
[The Peep's Champ and The Peep's Assistant is backstage in his locker room in the middle of the convocation]
The Peep's Assistant: Let me explain
The Peep's Champ: What is there to explain its clear you was assisting me in losing
The Peep's Assistant: But..........
The Peep's Champ: What he had me beat because he was as good as I said and there was no way I could recover after being throw to the outside
The Peep's Assistant: Its not like that.......
The Peep's Champ: I know you was only looking out for yourself and just like everyone else who didn't want me to be here just like everyone else who didn't think I would make it here you had no trust in me
The Peep's Assistant: But......
The Peep's Champ: I've been down and out many times in my career and threw the disappointment threw the heartbreak threw everything that has been thrown in my way no matter who I was against I never quit
The Peep's Assistant: Please lis........
The Peep's Champ: Save your breath and realize I'm the ELITE Heavyweight Champion for a reason not because it was handed to me on February 12th 2003 but because I earned it and deserve it
The Peep's Assistant: Just.....
The Peep's Champ: Please leave I have a ladder match to get ready for
[The Peep's Champ opens the door and The Peep's Assistant leaves he closes the door back before he sets down and grabs the ELITE Heavyweight Champion and stares down at is as the camera fades to black] [/i][/center]
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Post by px on Jan 27, 2008 16:17:35 GMT -5
The camera cuts to show a dark room. The room appears to be large, yet empty. A dark figure, who’s face cannot be seen, is standing in the middle of the room.Hooded figure: There is no remorse upon my…poor…soul. I have suffered so much, and I have felt more pain than many men should have to feel in their entire lives. No one cares for this…poor…lost...soul. I am a man that should not walk, and a man who is an empty…empty…soul. -xXx- The camera cuts and changes. The scene shows a new looking, 80’s car driving along a dark, wet road. There is a man driving the car, and a woman in the passenger seat, and a child sitting in the back. The child is about 6 years old, and is jumping around excitedly.Child: Are we there yet? Are we there yet? Woman: No, Patrick. Sit down, keep quiet and put on your seatbelt. Child: I don’t want to! Woman: Please, Patrick, sit down! You’ll make us crash! Child: Are we there yet, daddy? The child begins nudging the driver, his father.Father: Keep quiet Patrick! I’m trying to driv- Suddenly, The driver swerves, almost hitting an oncoming car. The car hits the curb of a turn and topples off of the road into the ditch. The car is wrecked, and all that can be heard is a child screaming and the rain falling on the ground.-xXx- The scene returns to the dark room.Hooded Figure: Their blood is on my hands. They deserved to live, and now they’ve died, and by my selfish, stupid ways. I don’t remember what happened that night after the crash. All I remember was that I was in unbearable pain, but I wasn’t injured in the slightest. Hooded Figure: This is all I have left to do. It’s the only thing saving my sanity. My life should be over, but it’s not… Nor will it ever. Hooded figure: I hate living. All I do for remote entertainment is fighting. I want to die, but I can’t. I don’t know why. I fell pain, but never die, no matter what I do. -xXx- The scene changes to a typical teenage bedroom. There is a boy, about 16, in the room sharpening a blade. Tears are rolling down his cheeks.Boy: It wasn’t supposed to end this way! But now it is… I can’t go on like this any longer. I was so hopeful for the future, but no it’ll never happen! *Sniff* The boy tests the sharpness of the blade with his fingertip. It cuts him, and he is satisfied. He takes a large breath in, then holds the blade over his wrist…and cuts.Boy: AAAAAAGGGGHHHHHHH!!! The boy drops to the floor, holding his arm just below the cut with his other arm. The blood flows down his arm.3 minutes later…A young man, about 19, knocks on the door of the boy’s room.Man: C’mon, Patrick, food’s ready! There is no response. Man: I said your food’s ready!! Still there is no response. The man is irate. Man: Open the fucking door! The Man shoulder-barges the door, and it swings open. The man sees Patrick lying on the floor, clutching his bleeding arm. His face is dry from dehydration because of all his crying and sweating. Patrick is shaking.Man: OH MY GOD! PATRICK! Jesus fucking Christ! Come here! The man throws Patrick over his shoulder, and carries him out of the room. The scene fades.-xXx- The camera returns again to the hooded figure in the room.Hooded Figure: I cannot die. Most people would consider that a gift, but I don’t. In fact, it’s torture. I hate my life. I can’t die, and I don’t know if I ever will. Maybe I’ll be forced to walk this earth for an eternity, old and broken. Every moment I live is pain. Hooded Figure: I see other people walk around cheerfully, and it makes me sick. It makes me sick to see someone so happy when I live this life of pain. So I have to teach people my pain. I want other people to feel my suffering. Why should I have to suffer when other people live so happily? Everyone in FHT, and everyone in ELITE will learn what I go through when I inflict my pain on them, starting with my opponent later tonight. The hooded figure starts laughing. The scene fades to black, and the figure begins to lower his hood as it does.Gary King: Well that was... Unusal, to say the least. Who is that kid? A-Dman Hater: I have no idea, but i can't wait to find out!
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Eric Scorpio
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Post by Eric Scorpio on Jan 28, 2008 23:19:35 GMT -5
As the show returns from commercial break, "No More Sorrow" by Linkin Park begins to play. On the Titantron, Eric Scorpio is seen sitting back on a leather sofa.
A-Damn: Well last week, he states to his tag partner he had a decision he had to make.
Wilson: Well he definitely looks ready to make his announcement.
Scorpio: Well last week, you fans, the one's who have worked long and hard to earn your wages and spend your hardearned money and coming to this show. And again, I've let you down.
I lost... again.
The camera zooms in on Scorpio's face who is visible troubled by his string of losses as of late.
Scorpio: Like you fans might have earned last week, I am perplexed as to why. My energy isn't at that level anymore, my passion was half asses and my will to win just seemed un-important.
Unlike when I came back after LBM was nice enough to superkick me off this very Titantron, it wasn't the same after the chained attack by NIN Horror. That put me out. Physically, but more so mentally. It's like I had given up.
Crazy Ash Killa, my bro, asked me to come back and be his tag team partner and tag team champion. I thought maybe that is what I needed, something new, something fresh.
But after being pinned, not once, but twice. I knew this wasn't for me. So after last week, I really needed to find out what it is I should do.
The crowd begins to get very quiet, as Scorpio stands up from the sofa.
A-Damn: I think he's going to quit!!!
Wilson: Shut the hell up and let the man speak.
Scorpio: You see, I said my goodbyes to my brother last week and was walking towards the GM's office to make my announcement. And from the corner of my eye, a small child came running to me and asked for my autograph. For all these months, the focus had been on myself, on getting revenge on NIN and to be wearing gold around my waist again.
So I lost my passion, my drive because I simply forgot why and for who I was wrestling for...
... and that was for the fans. Not my fans, not my rivals fans, but ALL fans. And I forgot this and I am sorry.
Scorpio looks at the camera and begins to smile.
Scorpio: Tonight, I will NOT be retiring, I will NOT be giving up and I will NOT run away.
Tonight, I am bringing it right back to the beginning. The very beginning. I will show everyone that I am back and that I will make damn sure every single one of my matches are dedicated to the hard working, money spending fans out there.
So later tonight, I will return to the ring and I will fight my new first opponent, Extreme Mayhem. But this one and like the one's after this will be for all the wrestling fans out there.
They will be in awe, they will be in bliss. Their eyes are going to see passion and excitement and I will deliver it to them. I will excite them and most importantly, I will entertain them.
A loud "Scorpio, Scorpio" chant begins to break out in the arena as Eric Scorpio grabs a hold of the camera and stares directly into the lens. Scorpio: People, tonight, I will NOT quit, tonight I will FIGHT!!!
I am Eric Scorpio and I am STILL HERE!!!
Scorpio grins one more time, before the Titantron turns off and the camera focuses back on the announce team as the crowd are going completely nuts at the announcement made by Scorpio.
A-Damn: I guess he's not quitting. But to return back to the beginning?
Wilson: Be quiet, I'm just glad he's back to his good old self. I for one will be entertained.
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Post by Ash Strife on Jan 29, 2008 11:04:55 GMT -5
Sentenced to Burn plays as the crowd pops as the FHT Hardcore Champion; Crazy Ash Killa makes his way down to the ring.
Wally Wilson: Up Next we have CAK vs. Spruance for one of CAK’s mystery gold cards.
A Damn Hater: Didn’t these two face off already right before FHT V?
Wally Wilson: yes and CAK pretty much slaughtered him.
A Damn Hater: Spruance must have a death wish here.
As CAK is at the apron Trey Spruance runs down the ramp with a steel chair and slams it right into the back of CAK.
Wally Wilson: The match hasn’t even started yet? And Spruance is attacking CAK with a chair.
A Damn Hater: Spruance is a genius. A non hardcore match so Spruance is using the tools to soften up CAK before the match starts.
Wally Wilson: Trey keeps beating on he champ and he hits the ground after that assault. CAK starting to make his way back to his feet. CAK drives his elbow into Spruance’s ribs and Spruance drops the chair. CAK pulls him self to his feet and drives a hard fist right to the face of Spruance.
A Damn Hater: Well things were going good for Spruance now Blood bath number two… Wait who is running down to the ring… James McDaygo?!?
McDaygo runs down and cold cocks CAK in the back of the head and CAK hits the ground.
Wally Wilson: Umm. CAK is not moving here. This might be serious as CAK has never gone down with one shot.
A Damn Hater: Well it is happening now. Look Spruance and McDaygo are sliding CAK into the ring and Trey slides in as well and the ref has no choice but to call for the bell.
Wally Wilson: Spruance rolls CAK onto his back and goes for the pin.
One… Two… Three…
Announcer: Your winner… Trey Spruance
McDaygo slides into the ring and raises Spruance’s Hand. Spruance then searches CAK’s pockets and pulls out a gold card. McDaygo and Spruance then shake hands and make there way back stage.
Wally Wilson: what the hell just happened?
A Damn Hater: well looks like he joined CAK, Blue and Killer in what ever monstrosity CAK is thinking up.
The medics back stage come down into the ring and put CAK on a stretcher and wheel him back
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Post by Ash Strife on Jan 29, 2008 11:14:04 GMT -5
Herald Gunther IV is standing by with James McDaygo and Trey Spruance.
Gunther: Mr. McDaygo and Mr. Spruance what is the meaning of this union?
McDaygo: well me and Trey here go way back see we used to tag and were a real violent tag team back in the day. Well we both didn’t like where we found our selves in FHT and decided to do something about it. I first made a call to my brothers but no answers came up so they are marked men as well.
Spruance: they all will pay and we will drink, smoke and leave everyone a bloody mess. For the Party Animals have reunited.
McDaygo: yes. See I shall walk out Elite Heavyweight champion and Trey here Wilson be the new hardcore champion. And after we secure these titles. Nick… Reaper you two will be next or who ever holds those tag titles it matters not.
Gunther: now McDaygo you brought up the ladder match later tonight.
McDaygo: yes see I had The Peeps Champ right where I wanted him and his little assistant denied me my first world title. But tonight in a ladder match?
McDaygo lets out a laugh.
McDaygo: peeps Champ will be in a world of pain and embarrassment has this is the world where I excel at. Pees Champ keep your little whore out of my business an I won’t have trey here give her a make over with a brick… your only warning.
McDaygo and Spruance both walk off laughing.
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Post by The F'N Legend Lbm on Jan 29, 2008 14:35:15 GMT -5
*back from commercial a graphic is on screenR.I.P1981 - 2008 -------------------- R.I.P1979 - 2008 -------------------- Gary King: What the hell was that? Wally Wilson: Who put that up? Who played that? Thats not true! Thats disgusting! That's not true! Who ordered that to be played? Gary King: I'm getting word in my ear that was some sort of production error! A-Damn Hater: Production error my ass! Utterly tasteless! Wally Wilson: Ladies and gentlemen Red Ninja and Killer ARE NOT DEAD! Let me repeat Red Ninja and Killer are not in any shape of the word dead! They are both very much alive! Gary King: Was that a rib or something? Wally Wilson: No that was the work of that moron Lbm and his buddy Dark Angel! We were supposed to be cutting there to an update on the condition of both FHT Undisputed Champion Red Ninja and Killer after last week! Our programme has just been hijacked! A-Damn Hater: Thats not right! Disgusting! Is it them two dicks next? Gary King: Indeed it is... Dark Angel and Lbm ladies and gentlemen!
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Post by The F'N Legend Lbm on Jan 29, 2008 15:38:38 GMT -5
TWO WEEKS AGO: Some Louisville Hospital[/color]
The above title flashes up on the screen as we go back in time two weeks ago back in Louisville, the site of that edition of Monday Night Legacy. It is little over half an hour since Legacy went off the air.
The paramedics who attended to Red Ninja and Killer brought them both here were they are both currently receiving treatment. We cut to the waiting area were still in their wrestling clothes an "anxious" Lbm and Dark Angel are waiting.[/color]
Lbm: Honestly how much longer do we gotta wait here?!
Dark Angel: Let the doctors and nurses do their jobs! There in the best possible hands!
Lbm: I just feel so helpless! I just wish there was something I could do! I can't help but feel this is all my fault!
Dark Angel: NO! Don't you say that! Don't you blame yourself! This is no one's fault! It's just one of those things! I mean I feel guilty as much as you do - but feeling that way ain't gonna help Killer and Red Ninja right now! We just gotta stay positive!
Lbm: Your right! Your right! Positive thoughts! I mean some good can come out of this! I mean - we won the match tonite!
Dark Angel: Man we totally won! We had a hell of a match... and I'm sure there are people who didn't read it ummmm I mean watch it but you know hopefully their friends will tell them and they might give it a look!
Lbm: We whooped them pretty good didn't we! I mean Killer could be in there with some mad concussion and Red Ninja - well have you ever seen so much blood in your life?
Dark Angel: You don't think we took it a bit far? I mean we sliced off part of the cell wall - sliced it into Red Ninja's face then stuck his head out through the hole cutting him from ear to ear. And Killer - man that was a crazy number of chair shots!
Lbm: Hey sssshhh - it's Angelica!
A hysterical Angelica is seen screaming in tears as she is dragged out of the operating. She is being held by what could be her father and a nurse as she is in quite a state. Lbm and Dark Angel both put magazines and newspapers over their faces not wanting to be seen by her.[/color]
Lbm: Mang that could have been well awkward! I imagine right now we are the last few people she wants to see!
Dark Angel: Dijon can I ask you something?
Lbm: Go on...
Dark Angel: It's kinda embarrassing. It's just you know - as long as I've known you - well you've had quite your way with the girls! To name but a few Sky Bridget, Sally Wilson, Precious the prostitute, Sammy, Anne Robinson, Miss Hardcore etc...
Lbm: I regret Miss Hardcore and you know that! But get to the point...
Dark Angel: It's that Angelica chick! She's pretty cool! Right?
Lbm: Dude no! Ewww! A greasy miserable gothy emo chick. "i just wanna die - marilyn manson is my hero and i love cutting myself and moping around"
*lbm looks at the quite gothy quite emo greasy dark angel and stops*
Lbm: Yeah she's pretty cool!
Dark Angel: I think so!
Lbm: You like her! Daniel Ice you my boy are absolutely smitten! You shouldn't be called Dark Angel - you should be called Dark Horse! So what's stopping you?
Dark Angel: I don't know - it's hard to know whether she's going out with Reaper or Red Ninja!
Lbm: First off - don't mention Reaper - he doesn't want nothing to do with us and therefore we have to respect his wishes! Second of all - as far as I know and I have paid attention somewhat loosely to anything involving Angelica thus far - I think she's just a manager or valet! You should totally go for it! I think you and her would be well suited! Here... Buy her a burger - she looks like she could use some nurishment!
Lbm hands Dark Angel $20[/color]
Dark Angel: I don't need your money but thanks! So hey I been thinking. Red Ninja and Killer are pretty banged up in there! I'm thinking ain't no way these two guys are gonna be fit for next week's Monday Night Legacy!
Lbm: Man your right! Fuck! What they gonna do for an undercard or filler match that night?
Dark Angel: "Sick" Nick?
Lbm: Stop that! Me and "Sick" Nick are old friends! You wanna take pot shots - then take them elsewhere!
Dark Angel: Fair enough! Murder1 is always there to be exploited in times of need! NIN Horror likes his throwaway squash matches! Keith... NA! Aint really anyone else left is there.
Lbm: Hey DA shut up for a minute! Can we talk about me for a second? I'm really gonna be FHT Undisputed Champion again ain't I?
Dark Angel: My good friend - it certainly looks that way!
Lbm: Mang I can not wait! This has been a lifetime coming round again! Three years since I last held that belt! My fifth time! I am so pumped! I am come back and just so willing to go and full of ideas and doesn't matter what they throw at me - I just can not wait to go on to FHT Future and win that belt! I ain't gonna lose this one in a matter of weeks this time - no sir. I gonna enjoy a long and productive reign at the top of the FHT! Aint no one gonna stop me from realising my dream!
Dark Angel: It's gonna be good! I've been thinking I might challenge Killer to a match myself at FHT Future!
Lbm: Angel that would be real cool! I just hope you stick around long enough this time that you show up for the ppv! We know your history!
Dark Angel: Well when I do it - I am public enemy number one but when everyone else does it - its okay! No sweat - they busy!
Lbm: I'm gonna go and get some grapes for Red Ninja and some Lucozade for Killer! You want a cup of coffee... if there is any news come get me okay? While I'm gone why don't you try that ppv review?!?
Lbm walks out as Dark Angel sits on in his chair. Angelica still in tears and being held up by what looks like her father and a medic comes back and heads back to the room in which Red Ninja is being treated. Dark Angel stands up and tries to look all smooth[/color]
Dark Angel: Hey!
Angelica: FUCK OFF HOMO!!!
He sits back down trying to look cool and uneffected. He bites his bottom lip as we cut away.[/color]
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Post by px on Jan 29, 2008 16:01:34 GMT -5
The show returns from commercial
Wally Wilson: We're back live on Monday night Legacy, and We're getting ready for the Debut of the Hooded man.
A- Damn: I'm look forward to this one, guys.
Gary King: And He'll be taking on Wrestler #1, on of the Veterans on the roster, in a hardcore match! Wrestler #1 is already in the ring with a cane, as we wait for the Hooded man, believed to be Patrick Xavier, to appear.
A-Damn: I love Hardcore matches, cause everything goes! No rules, No Disqualifications!
"Heart-shaped box" by Nirvana hits the PA system, and the lights dim. A familiar Hooded figure emerges at the ramp. He drops his hood, smiles, and runs down the ramp, and lights brighten again.
Wally: It is Patrick!
Gary King: Woah! He's rushing into this one! Patrick slides under the apron, and Wrestler #1 advances, throwing kicks at Patrick.
Wrestler #1 stomps on PX twice, but when he goes for a third, Patrick catches his leg and trips him! He then picks up the cane and smacks Wrestler #1 in the head with it twice.
Gary King: Patrick has no mercy for Wrestler 1! He's giving him a beating!
After a third shot to Wrestler's skull, Patrick throws the cane out of the ring, and slides out himself, and looks under the ring.
Wally: Oh man, this is about to get even uglier.
Patrick pulls out a chair tosses it into the ring, but Wrestler, who had recovered, kicks the chair back out of the ring as Patrick slid in.
Gary: I think Wrestler 1 wants to play it his way! He's raising his arms! I think he's looking for a wrestling match!
A-damn: This is hardcore! Not a wrestling match!
Patrick ignores Wrestler 1 and slides back out of the ring and retrievs his chair, and pulls out a second! He tries to get back into the ring, but Wrestler 1 is not letting him in! Patrick is aggrivated, and tosses one of the chairs at Wrestler 1, knocking him over. Patrick slides back into the ring, and hits Wrestler 1 in the back w/ the chair.
A-damn: Patrick is not here to wrestle! Wrestler 1 better smarten up, or he's in for a beating.
Patrick slides the chair under Wrestler 1's head as he lay on the ground. He then picks up his other chair and nails Wrestler 1 with a single man con-chair-to! and a second time!
Wally: Patrick is really laying a beat-down on Wrestler 1.
Patrick slides out of the ring again and starts fishing under the ring. This time, he pulls out a table, and slides it into the ring. Then, He pulls out a spool of Barbed wire!
Gary king: Now what is he up to?
A-Damn: I don't know, but i can't wait to find out!
Patrick slides back into the ring, and walks over to Wrestler 1. He goes for a stomp, but Wrestler 1's lifleless body shoots to life! And locks in a small package, and gets a two-count.
Wally: Wrestler 1 almost stole it there!
Wrestler 1 charges at Patrick looking for a clothesline, but misses, and turns back into a superkick! Patrick picks up the spool of barbed wire, and wraps it around the table! He then sets the table up in the corner. He picks up a relatively lifeless Wrestler #1, and tosses him into the table! The table doesn't break as he leans liflessly against it. Patrick opens up the chair in front of him, takes a run up, leaps off the chair and threw the table!! Wrestler 1 moved!
Wally: SHIT! young Xavier's probably killed himself on his debut! I can't believe he moved!
PX rolls out of the wreckage in pain, and Wrestler 1 laughs at his handywork. He advances on Patrick, and picks him up in the cradle piledriver position.
Gary: We've seen this from Wrestler 1 before! Cradle piledriver coming up!
A-Damn: NO! He wriggled out! How? He was dead!
Patrick slides from the grip of Wrestler 1 and gets behind him, jumps and nails a backstabber! and turns it into a Dragon sleeper!
Wally: What the hell?! He's got a dragon sleeper with his knees for leverage!!! Wrestler 1 can't hold on! He tapped! He tapped!
Announcer: Your winner of the match, Patrick Xavieeeeeeeerrrr!
Wally: A successful debut for Patrick Xavier!
Patrick Stares hatefully at Wrestler 1, who is unconsious. Patrick picks up a cane and canes Wrestler 1 in the testicles and slides out of the ring.
Gary King: What the hell! There was no need for that!
A-damn: Sure there was. Patrick needs to show his dominince here, and that's what he's done. I want to see this kid again next week!
Fades to commercial
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Post by Former FHT Employee Daniel Ice on Jan 29, 2008 16:59:02 GMT -5
[Back in the present, rugged cowboy Keith Williams is walking down the corridors into his office, every stride a powerful embodiment of what kind of man he is. Firm, unyielding, willing to take every step as slow as possible in order to fully enjoy the sensations he receives from it. Truly, Keith Williams is a man born to walk. He enters his plush, expensive office, crammed from head-to-toe with pictures of Keith Williams doing what he does best: Walking. Walking in, walking out, walking with a purpose, walking overdue… Wait, that’s not a style of walking. I apologise. Angel turns around in Keith Williams’ stylish leather chair, looking every bit the Bond villain he could potentially be, just without the cat. As we all know, Angel is incapable of stroking pussy. Allergies and all that]
Keith Williams: Jesus Christ!
Dark Angel: Dark Angel, actually. Thought I’d wait in your office for you, since I apparently need some higher authority to guide me.
Keith Williams: Nobody just barges into my office! What do you think you are doing?
Dark Angel: Sitting. Anyway, Keithy, take a seat, let’s discuss things.
[Keith stands, eyes completely on Angel. He doesn’t notice that wascally LBM enter behind him]
Keith Williams: I’m FHT Commissioner, Angel. I don’t have anything to do with ELITE scum like you.
Dark Angel: Yeah, that’s the thing. I wanted to see the ELITE commissioner or owner or part-shareholder or booker or whatever new word we’re using to describe the guy in charge, but I couldn’t find one. Looked high and low, I did, I was scared that I wouldn’t get on the Future card, because we all know PPVs just don’t happen if I’m not around! They tend to stall and die if I disappear. Like last month, I wasn’t on the card and there seemed to be some massive delay between the rest of the card and the main eve-
Keith Williams: Look, the ELITE Commissioner is… Sally Wilson… I think. Why don’t you go see her?
[LBM meanwhile has gone to Williams’ huge television. Some would say he’s compensating. LBM is fiddling around with the DVD drawer]
Dark Angel: I don’t really feel like doing that though. I don’t even know if she’s here tonight. I know that if I was in charge of ELITE, I’d be hiding my head in the sand…
Keith Williams: …Fine. What do you want?
Dark Angel: FHT/ELITE Future… Dark Angel (That’s me) versus Killer. Two of ELITE’s biggest behemoths colliding at the peak of their physical health! It’ll be a competitive match full of the best wrestling action seen for at least five miles!
Keith Williams: Angel, Killer right now is in the hospital. We’re not sure if he’ll even be out for Future.
Dark Angel: Really? Well, I stubbed my toe earlier, so we can still call it roughly even I think.
[LBM gives the thumbs-up to Angel and vanishes out of the room. Angel checks his watch and pulls an expression of shock far too over-the-top to be sincere]
Dark Angel: Well, I’m off. I’ve got to do… gothic stuff. You understand, right, you used to do the same gimmick as me…
[Angel stretches out his arm, hitting the “on” button of the TV by accident and leaves. Keith Williams turns to his pride-and-joy, hearing the alluring sound of piano music coming from the speakers…]
Keith Williams: What’s this? Two girls in the presence of one cup? Only good things can happen from this point!
[Angel leaves, smiling, while Keith is screaming in surprise to what he is witnessing]
Dark Angel: Nobody makes a poop joke about me.
[As Angel walks, he passes Angelica, moaning loudly about the fake RIP notices earlier. Well, “passes” gives him too much credit. He pretty much hits a dead stop]
Angelica: It’s completely disrespectful and uncalled for! When Ninja comes back, he’ll make that clown LBM wish he’d never be conceived! As for-
[Angelica turns around to see Angel staring at her, mouth slightly open and blushing a little. She looks revolted and smells the air]
Angelica: You reek of dead bodies.
Dark Angel: New aftershave… You noticed! ^.^
Angelica: Freak…
[Angelica storms off. Angel’s grin however, seems to got a bit wider as he goes off to find partner-in-crime LBM]
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Post by Trippy P on Jan 31, 2008 3:24:47 GMT -5
The crowd comes alive in the arena, as ‘Go To Sleep’ hits, and Trippy P appears on the stage in his wrestling kit, to a huge pop from the sold out crowd.
Wally Wilson: And there he is, the man who calls himself ‘The Greatest’, but are we seeing him for the last time, he promised a big announcement on his career tonight…
A-Damn: What do you mean who calls himself? He is the greatest, and if this is the last time we’re seeing him, it’s a FHT Tragedy.
Gary King: Now don’t tear up on me A-Damn… anyway, Trippy P promised us a match tonight, but we have no idea who his opponent is yet… the story backstage is that he hand picked his opponent to suit the occasion.
Trippy P walks down the aisle towards the ring, past a number of fans who are carrying a huge ‘Thankyou Trippy!’ sign, showing their appreciation for the former 5 time FHT Undisputed Champion and hall of famer.
He gets into the ring, and waits for his opponent….
A very familiar music begins to play around the arena, and the crowd applauds FHT Legend Cowboy!
Wally Wilson: Cowboy? His opponent is Cowboy!
A-Damn: What a choice! A lot of people wont know this, so I’ll fill you in…. Cowboy was Trippy P’s opponent for his first major FHT Match, at FHT Royal Rumble, when Trippy P teamed up with Edgecutioner to defeat Cowboy and the King of the Drunk Dwarves for the FHT Tag Team Championship…
Wally Wilson: Yeah, and not only that, but both men were a part of the legendary stable Future 3:16… it should be noted that Trippy P’s use of the Future tagline actually inspired our next PPV name…
Gary King: What?!
Both men are in the ring, and the referee begins the instructions…
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Post by Trippy P on Jan 31, 2008 3:25:03 GMT -5
The Bell rings…
Trippy P and Cowboy start the match with an old fashioned lock up. Cowboy seemingly wins the test of strength though, and he backs Trippy P right up into the corner, the referee breaking them up as per the rules.
Trippy P comes out of the corner, shaking his head, smiling slightly, obviously respecting the FHT Legend. They lock up again… this time Trippy P has the better of it and he backs Cowboy right into the corner, breaking before the referee comes in, and nailing Cowboy across the chest with a huge knife edge chop!
WOOOOOOO!
Cowboy clutches his chest, a red welt already forming on it, and Trippy P wastes no time in whipping him off the ropes, and nailing him with a forearm to the throat, sending him down in a crashing heap.
With Cowboy down, Trippy P panders to the sold out crowd, before picking the redneck opponent off the ground, and whipping him into the ropes… cowboy however reverses the whip, and he nails Trippy P with a shoulder block, knocking him off his feet.
Wally Wilson: Ouch... that huge shoulder from Cowboy knocks the air right out of the FHT Hall of Famer…
A-Damn: And you shouldn’t expect much different than that in this match… these two aren’t going to go out there and put on a catch as catch can classic, they’re going to fight, plain and simple… and theres a reason for that… they’re both pretty good at it.
Cowboy is stomping away at the body of Trippy P, trying to press home his advantage. He again picks Trippy P up, and this time nails him with a European uppercut to the chin, leaving the former Undisputed Champion staggered on his knees. Cowboy sends Trippy P off the ropes, and he nails his trademark SPINEBUSTER!
Cowboy makes the cover…
One…
Two…
Kickout!
Trippy P kicks out of the spine buster! Cowboy is surprised, but he tries to keep the advantage. He runs off the ropes….
SMOOTHLINE!
Trippy P almost takes Cowboys’s head off with the strong lariat!
The crowd comes alive, as Trippy P begins signaling for the end… He waits for Cowboy to get to his feet….
SMOOTH SLAM!
Trippy P makes the cover….
One…
Two….
Three!
Jane McNeal: Ladies and Gentlemen… your winner… TRIPPY P!
The crowd pops for the win, but roars even louder when after the match Trippy P and Cowboy shake hands and then embrace in a clear show of respect for each other. The crowd chants ‘FHT! FHT! FHT! FHT!’
Trippy P takes the microphone, and its clearly an emotional smooth one….
Wally Wilson: And here it comes…
A-Damn: Im not looking forward to this… reconsider damn you….
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Post by Trippy P on Jan 31, 2008 3:25:31 GMT -5
Trippy P is in the ring, his eyes seemingly watering him. Around the arena the FHT! FHT! Chants continue. Trippy P holds his hands up for silence, and he finally gets it.
Trippy P: Thankyou….. thankyou. Im touched. Theres no easy way to do what ive come here tonight to do, but I think if I had to choose, id do it like this… on my terms, in an arena full of crazy FHT fans.
The crowd roars for the cheap pop, and Trippy P smiles for a second before continuing…
Trippy P: So, im not going to beat around the bush, lets get to business. Its no secret that lately ive been contemplating my future.
The reasons for that are obvious really… I feel as if ive accomplished everything there is to accomplish in the FHT. I said it last week, ive beaten everyone there is to beat. You’ve had 7 days to check the list… every single one of them theres a tick in the w column for ole Trippy P.
Ive won every title that ive ever wanted to win. Im the only person to have won the FHT Undisputed Championship on five different occasions. Ive held the hardcore title dozens of time, I was the greatest TV champion ever, ive been a tag team champion with numerous partners. Ive won the elimination chamber, im undefeated at FHT anniversary shows, and ive dedicated over four years of my life to the behind the scenes running of the FHT. What else is there for me to do?
The crowd applauds loudly this list of achievements, showing their respect… Trippy P pauses for a second, before continuing…
Trippy P: But…its not just that. Lately when I turn up to the arena, put on the trunks, and stare into the mirror I just don’t like what I see. Five years ago I came into this company, and lit a fire under it. I wasn’t the best gimmick going around… I wasn’t the flashiest, or the one with the best catch phrases. Hell, I wasn’t even the most popular. You know the one thing that set me apart? The one thing which let me accomplish everything that I have? Its simple…….. I wanted it more. I wanted it so damn badly that I would have killed to get to the top.
When the company fell apart a month into my career, and reverted back to its 24/7 form, I out worked everyone, and made damn sure when we started doing shows again, that Hardcore title was around my waist. When there was a big event, I busted my ass making sure that I could put on a show worthy of making me the main event. And it worked. I got to the top. A lot of people resented me for it then, a lot still do today, but none of them could honestly put their hands up and say that theyd out worked me. Sometimes when id done my own match for the evening, id throw my hands up and say ill work on someone elses, just to keep things moving. Who else can say that?
When _the j-man and Lbm left this company to form ELITE, it was a blow. Hell, more than that, it hurt. It didn’t just hurt the FHT, it hurt me personally. Somehow, despite all the work id done, I was now being blamed for tearing the FHT apart. I was stabbed in the back, yet somehow it was me who took the shit storm. That day a part of me died.
We all say that we’re doing this for the fun, and hell, for the first two years I can put my hand up and say that noone enjoyed it more than me. That fateful night, when I tried to enter my workplace, and found the locks changed… that night part of me died. The part which did this for the fun… gone forever.
In its place was a bitterness which ripped at me for the best part of two years. ELITE was formed, it was supposedly going to be everything that FHT could have been. It was going to be paradise. They said it would be without the fighting. They said it would be without the politics. They said it would be FHT without all the bad feeling holding it back. What they really meant is… it would be without me. The amazing thing was… not only was this place formed, and my so called FHT friends signed up there… I only found out about it by accident in a one off conversation with a former employee. Not one of those FHTers id busted my ass for could look me in the eyes and tell me the truth.
My cause from then on was a simple one… I would keep FHT alive at all costs. There was no way I would let this company I loved die on my watch. No way in hell. So I worked even harder than before. Even more than that though, I went to war. I did things that I never thought when I started out that id ever have to do, things that ill never speak out in public. And whats more, I don’t regret one single thing. FHT WOULD NOT DIE… not with me here. And if I could kill ELITE at the same time, id do it.
And then it happened. The big peace deal. Suddenly, I turn up to work and we’ve got FHT and ELITE together, holding hands. Everythings a big peaceful happy family. I look over now and see Lbm contending for the FHT Undisputed Championship. I saw Keith Williams as the ELITE champion… I fought an ELITE wrestler at FHT V for gods sake. It should be everything that the FHT originally was before the split. I should be who I was back then…
Trippy P pauses, obviously getting slightly emotional again, this monologue draining on him
Trippy P: …But I cant. I stand before you a man who’s fight is over. I dedicated myself mind body and soul to a cause, and… I think in the end I won. The FHT is safe. Don’t be sad FHTers… be happy. This isnt meant to be a bad thing, its just, my war is over. Its done. Theres nothing left for me here. Nothing but an empty shell of who I was five years ago when I stepped into the FHT.
Theres a lot of guys backstage who I love, and will love for the rest of my life. That’s not a gay thing, when you’ve been through a god damned war with people, you just have that bond. John... Keith… you guys are like brothers to me. I mean that. Ninja, you’re the hardest working guy here at the moment, and ill always respect you for that… “Sick” Nick… you’re the man now. Of all the guys that should be wrestling for the title right now, id pick you. To everyone who’s sent me word in the last week asking if this is for real, I appreciate that, I really do. Thankyou.
Sorry if ive broken character, but I guess itll be the last time….
Unbeknownst to Trippy P, a man dressed entirely in black, wearing a hood, has slipped over the crowd barrier behind him, and is sneaking towards the ring…
Wally Wilson: What a minute… who the hell is this?
A-Damn: Get security out here right now! How dare anyone ruin this moment!
Trippy P: Theres nothing really left to say but I officially and as of this moment announce my….
CRACK!
Trippy P is nailed from behind by the hooded man, who appears to be wearing brass knuckles! He crumples in a sickening heap, as the man mounts him and begins to beat away on his face with the knucks… Trippy P is busted open, blood pouring from his face!
Wally Wilson: What the hell is this? Someone get help out here quick!
A-Damn: What the hell is going on? Who is that? Someone stop the son of a bitch!
The man in black stands up and removes his hood, revealing….
REVEREND DADDY JOE!
The crowd is stunned, before the stunned silence turns into real heat, booing the hell out of him.
Joe leans right into the face of the bloodied, and unmoving Trippy P, screaming...
Reverend Daddy Joe: YOU TOOK MY SPOT!!! YOU BASTARD! YOU TOOK MY SPOT!
Joe again mounts Trippy P, and continues to brutalize him with the brass knuckles.
Wally Wilson: Took his spot? What the hell is he on about?
A-Damn: I don’t know, but I think hes gone crazy… someone lock his ass up and throw away the key!
Finally a crew of FHT security, and referees manages to get Joe off Trippy P, and they drag him, kicking, screaming, and struggling back stage, leaving a beaten and bloodied Trippy P in the ring being attended to by medical staff.
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Post by The F'N Legend Lbm on Jan 31, 2008 15:25:33 GMT -5
NOTHING ELSE MATTERS hits...[/color]
Pyrotechnics galore as the most epic theme in FHT/ELITE history blasts out live in the arena. Stepping through the fireworks dressed to compete is The F'N Legend Lbm alongside best friend Dark Angel. They walk to the ring down the ramp to loud boos from the Alliant Energy Center.
Dark Angel jumps into the ring first as Lbm walks up the steps and steps inside the ring. The two men stand inside the ring now as Dark Angel has asked for a microphone and is given it. The music dies down as the fans chant for Red Ninja.[/color]
Dark Angel: Ladies & gentlemen! It is my pleasure to introduce to you, the next FHT Undisputed Champion of the World... The F'N Legend, Lbm!!!
Lbm: Thank you, thank you, thank you. Thank you all so very very much! God Bless each and every one of you! Thank you!
A huge boo goes out as a smug Lbm takes the microphone live in the ring. The crowd are booing and chanting "NINJA... NINJA... NINJA".[/color]
Lbm: You chant his name all you want! But the fact is Red Ninja is not here tonite! He might not be dead ha ha ha... but he may as well be because I have done something that no other man has ever done! I was responsible for the fact that Red Ninja has NO SHOWED here tonite!
In four weeks time, at FHT Future. My Rocky Balboa story is complete. The retired veteran coming back for one more shot at the big one. Only unlike the end of that movie - hahahaha I'm gonna win! I'm gonna win! Right now you are looking at the next FHT Undipsuted Champion! Say it again Dark Angel...
The fans are livid!!![/color]
Dark Angel: Ladies & gentlemen... The Next FHT Undisputed Champion (for the fifth time I might add)... The Fuckin Legend Lbm!!!
Lbm: Why don't you fans shut the hell up and show me some respect for just five minutes! Winning the FHT Undisputed Championship for a record fifth time won't just be for my only personnal glory. Oh no - when I stand victorious at the end of FHT Future as the 5time FHT Undisputed Champion - I'm gonna say a big "FUCK U" to each and every son of a bitch in that FHT locker room that over the last few years has pissed all over my name!
I was the gawd damn FHT Franchise! If it wasn't for me - there wouldn't be a F'N Hardcore Territory. There'd be a bunch of dicks competing for a paper hardcore championship belt in a pile of crappy 24/7 matches that no one cared about. You want history in the making - I created the FHT Undisputed Championship belt shortly before the 1st ever FHT Future pay per view. A pay per view that I named after Trippy P himself. Just liked I named Xtreme Xmas - just like I named FHT - just like I named FHT Superstars - just liked I was responsible for making David the 1st ever FHT Television Champion!
FHT has tried so hard to forget me and my contributions! It has tried to erase my very existance and belittle every single action I make. I could cure cancer and FHT would say - well he might have cured cancer but there are still other diseases! Well the FHT can kiss my ass! Trippy P can come out here and say that the war is over - FHT/ELITE are now together! And yeah thats true. My own personnal battle is not yet over! My own war will be over the night I beat that bitch Red Ninja and have my hand raised as the new FHT Undisputed Champion for the fifth time - Lbm! On that night all them bastards who hate me - who do not believe in me will be forced to accept me... ME as their champion!
Red Ninja... FHT Future - you join Venom, HBV1, ShadowWalker and _the j-man in a very exclusive club - as another member of the FHT legends that I beat up to become FHT Undisputed Champion! Good night!
Lbm throws down the microphone as his music kicks up again. The fans boo as Lbm stands in the centre of the ring - no longer smiling but with a serious look on his face. A group of fans give him abuse as Lbm holds up the middle finger and mouths the words "FUCK YOU" as FHT/ELITE Monday Night Legacy goes to it's last commercial break.[/color]
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