FHT Superstars - April 23rd, 2007

["Sick" Nick™]

                    Live from the Lawlor Events Center , Reno, NV

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Monday, April 23^RD, 2007 at 8pm ET | 5pm PT
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**ELITE UNDISPUTED CHAMPIONSHIP**
-Singles Match-
Keith Williams [c]
vs
Dark Angel


- and -


**NHT MAIN EVENT**
-I Quit Match-
"Sick" Nick
vs
The Statue


_______________Commentators_______________

Wally Wilson and A-Damn Hater
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Wally Wilson:
Welcome everyone to FHT SUPERSTARS! The dominate brand!

A-damn Hater:
That's right Wally. With one week left before this special PPV, lets show those Elite scum who's boss!

[Simz]

As the adverts end we are brought straight to a packed arena with thousands of wild and screaming fans. The arena is silenced as a confused audience are suddenly put into darkness. Then writing appears on the large screen above the entrance!

Let It Be Heard By The Second Army Of This Battle To The End
As The Second Coming Draws Near
You May Want To Know About The Needed Ace In Your Pack

Once From These Parts
He Still Has A Place In His Heart For You
So Let Him Warn You Not To Misjudge
His Impact Will Be Made Soon Enough
Only One Question Remains
Upon His Impending Return

So Who's Winning This War?...

As the house lights return the scene of more confusion tells the story.

["Big" Dick Morris]

*** Somberness was alive in this specific arena, here tonight. With an audience twice as packed and the beer flowing to the gallons – this place was the place to be. For here.. No peaceful harmony, no exaggerated lifestyles, and no partnerships would be made nor bonded...***

Well, at least that was the case for the out-of-towners, and possibly the ambiguously obvious of their “BIGGEST” assets - But, this was a tale soon to follow. For now, certain flair of uncertainty captures the audiences, as well as our, attention.

Yeahhhh baby,
heh heh,
yeahh!

Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop!
Green
Pop! Pop! Pop!
Purple
Pop! Pop!
Gold
Pop!

Color’s far brighter, bigger, and beyond than those the eye’s can see – far more exasperating, far better feeling, and far more fabulous – burst out of thin air, expanding into flying pyrotechnics and unraveling into exploding rockets.

Automatically, like a throw from a horse – or a kick from a mule, the “boos” and homosexual flame’s came full force. Not a moment was missed where the word

“Fag” “Twink” “Fairy”

--Passed throughout the truly, Hardcore – American Made- audience.

* * *
Passing through the trash flinging audience, with as much dignity as possible, Dick progressed through the Ring Apron. This time with no Junco to accompany him, he merely hopped on up, and let himself in.

Grabbing the microphone help by the ring announcer, Dick tried to hush the ongoing insulting crowd before opening up.

It didn’t work.

“Big” Dick Morris:
Shut up … I said, Shut Up!

“Get off the ring Fairy!”

“Big” Dick Morris:
Shut it!

“Hey, Twink – My girl wants some talking, you game?!”

“Big” Dick Morris:
Can’t a man cut a promo?!

“This ain’t the Diva Division!”

“Big” Dick Morris:
If you want my big, gay ass off-ring you better...
SHUT -THE HELL- UP!!

S... I... L... E... N... C... E

“Big” Dick Morris:
Thank you … Bunch ‘a pricks …

Now, I knew it was going to be bit harder..just a bit.. to come on a television show, watched by viewers around the world, and also anticipated by thousands of freaking crazy Fht fans and to expect a decent amount of respect.

Obviously, I must have been over my F’N head!

Whoever said FHT fans were Extremely Hardcore, was telling the truth! Perhaps just as hardcore as the wrestlers.. But unfortunately, I haven’t had the pleasure of knowing that yet.

“Big” Dick Morris:
Luckily, I’ve had the help of Keith Williams - at least for the most part. Supposedly, as long as long as Elite and Fht remain in this tight bind I’ll be able to proceed with my current objective..

Stalking my prey.
The ruthless, relentless, hunk’o a man – The Peep’s Champs

“Mumble … Mumble”

“Big” Dick Morris:
Yes, I haven’t given up …
Not this premeditated man.

You see, When most people would feel incomplete or unsure of themselves- when they’re big announcement, they’re big jaw dropping speech is proclaimed on live Elite television, when they’re sure the person will be in the building, and when they’re positive that person will be watching they’re big promo they get a bit excited. But to wreck it all, when that certain someone doesn’t comment on it in a promo leading up to the biggest PPV of the year.. It seems all hope is lost.

But, for “Big” Dick some people would feel things are a bit different.

“Big” Dick Morris:
I welcome it. I challenge it. I challenge Chase to be that man, be the non-confrontational type, be that ballsy, be the one to ignore the one talking behind your back and in front of it at the same time. I know it’s hard, and I know it kills him to resist.

I guess you could call it the Stiffness..

But eventually, I know and you know, he’ll break – just like all good souls …
No even unraveling my plans to you all right now, can stop this from happening. Chase Stapleton can’t not take someone talking trash, good trash or bad trash, about him and I will use that to every advantage.

“Big” Dick Morris:
I’d like to believe the match with the Whore-er Show only increased those motives … Dare I speak any more on how this beautiful plan merely fell into my lap? Dare I speak of Irony? ‘Month and a half ago, when Elite started committing themselves to this invasion I picked my spot, planted the seed, but Never

And I mean never…

Imagined I would be handed the exact thing my victim would be craving most. Wait, you know what – Screw Irony, screw the game plan … Call it Fate. Thick, thought out, higher power, Fate. And let me make my statement right here, I had never planned to win that match – Sure, I could use the money. Sure – A belt around a homosexual Male could amend gay rights a bit in this hetero world, but that wouldn’t carry along my complete, and more realistic – goal.

N-I-N Horror.
The hottest thing, Mr. Peepers couldn’t want more. He’s attacked him, smashed him, insulted him and - In return he gets the same. Sound’s fun, but I’m not in the business to fight the guy. I’m a lover not a fighter, and that’s not because I’m fat …

It’s a step closer in the right direction … And until I get an answer, I confess to you all. Right in front of the Peep’s home crowd.

“Big” Dick Morris:
If I was faithful about this I wouldn’t be doing it, but sometimes you have to run a tough bargain. Another example pops into mind.

Ya see, I got quite an exclusive offer the other day. It was about the PPV, as I wasn’t exactly expecting – but it was doable. Anyways, It was a spot. A good spot. I had to think a good long time about this opportunity as it could affect my career until God knows when.

I thought about the situation at hand for a moment.

… …

“Big” Dick Morris:
If I participated I would need to get busy starting tomorrow. If it’s a PPV appearance I’ll have to get some material approved before hand, not to mention new-ish outfit and pads for the occasion. I’d also not have Junco. Sense he’s doing his own thing this time it leaves me stranded alone, and after this week’s budget – penniless.

Then I thought of the different route.

I thought about buying a pair of tickets, and watching the event for a change, maybe watching the person that I most rightly desire. See what makes him tick, move, get him irritated, get him excited -What truly happens when he’s in the ring. I could even get a relaxing opportunity to “watch” my opponent as he winds down after a hard hitting feud.

… …

“Big” Dick Morris:
-The answer was obvious –
At this period of life, during this moment of loneliness, and at this continual daydream of drama, - I - “Big” Dick Morris, Will continue my longing hunt for the Peep’s Champ. I can only hope that this futile attempt can further the beliefs of my future comrade-to-be, that I am completely serious in my goal of seduction. And if he continues to ignore, if he continues to ignore my beckoning call – I will only now I am hitting closer.

Believe it or not Chase, I know you. And whether these fans want to just as much shiv me across the throat, or shoot me, full force, right in the noggin – They know too you can’t ignore me forever and Sunday looks to pleasant to be.

Sunday, Chase, Your eyes will meet mine …
Someday, Chase, you won’t be alone….

You know as good as I a confrontation will come. Whether it’s through live TV or not – It will come.

See you, Sunday, Baby.. or .. I’ll see you someday.

Silence met the FHT Arena of choice.

Although very articulate in his words, the monster of a Dick, was very convincing in the few words he sprayed. Dick meant no harm, but once again - encouraged no play in his goal of seduction. Dick meant business, Dick meant compassion, Dick meant a new sense toward the term Tag-Team, and a new meaning toward the term ‘Partner”.

Yeahhhh baby,
heh heh,
yeahh!

As Dick faded away to the sound of boos, and the throwings of many concession foods and drinks, he waved his good byes. Hell Freezes Over loomed in the distance.

*** He said, he meant, and was damn proud of it. With one of the worst applauses in the history of the Territory, Dick left the stage – but for the locker room? God only knows…***

[Ninja/Killer]

Scene opens with Killer standing infront of a grey brick wall. Killer is wearing a White Knit Detroit Red Wings Skull Cap, and Afflictions Black Sabbath T Shirt.
www.afflictionclothingstore.com/store/images/thumb/black-sabbath.jpg

Killer:Red Ninja, this Sunday it's me and you going one on one again. Last time we fought you gave it your all but just like everybody else you were beaten down and pinned. That fight was about personal honor, but this upcoming battle is about company honor, for months now I've had to put up with FHT and their bullshit, you had a chance to join ELITE but you passed it up. With that you've made an enemy out of me. Red Ninja your a brave warrior but whenever you step into the ring with me you have to be more than brave, you have to be able to look destruction in the face, you have to be able to withstand a viciousness like you've never experienced before. At Hell Freezes Over I know my job, I will defend ELITE, and I will choke you out Ninja. Bring your A Game, and bring your fighters spirit, this Sunday your going to have to slay a monster. Ninja be ready for war.

Scene fades out.

["Big" Dick Morris]

*Backstage Area*
Frank Erwin Center
8:18 PM | 5:18 PM
-Moments After the Dick Morris Promo-

Seconds left in Ludacris “Number One Spot” counts down.
As the backstage curtain flings open a rampaging, pissed off, renegade Dick Morris appears from the entrance way. As a single camera light catches him with a powerful glare, it slowly circulate catching the caterers, the water boys, the towel boy’s, and the remaining tech crew in it’s reaches.

..Dick starts his final rampage..

Towel Boy:
G-G-Good Show, Mr. Morris…
They’re always a little rough the first night, don’t worry about it. Even some of the professionals get the shaft. It all depends on how you--

“Big” Dick Morris:
Shut the fuck up while you’re ahead, boy!
I don’t need your pity…

Towel Boy:
It’s true, Mr. Morris..
The professional’s get the shaft too.
It’s all the s-s-same.

“Big” Dick Morris:
Watch your tongue swine..
Professional’s a strong word – do you understand me?!
I’ve been in this business longer than you’ve been alive! It doesn’t matter the perception of the crowd, it doesn’t matter who gets the shaft!

Water Boy:
Then what’s your problem?
You parade in here like a - Nazi on a holiday. You can’t say it doesn’t bother you. We see a lot, that you guy’s don’t see - ya’know. What’s sweating you now?

Towel Boy:
Huh?! Sweating?

Water Boy:
Jesus…
No, it’s a metaphor.

“Big” Dick Morris:
What part of shut the fuck up, don’t you understand..?!
It’s called a bad reception, you come in a the god-damn locker area to blow off some steam, sometime you eat or drink, sometimes you use a towel, other times you just relax

Now, What does it look like I’m trying to do right now?

Water Boy | Towel Boy:
Talk to us..?

“Big” Dick Morris:
No! I’m trying to relax!
Do you people even watch the program?!

Water Boy:
Ohh…

Towel Boy:
No..

Water Boy:
Not really...

Towel Boy:
Occasionally…For a minute.

Water Boy:
I saw that “Show” thing…

……

Caterer 1
Hey, Mr. Morris –
Wanna Snack?! Maybe some Coke’a Cola?!
I got some Donuts in the back, a lot of the other wrestler’s like the--


…URGH!...

“Big” Dick Morris:
I hate FHT! Fuck all of you!

I’m going to take a smoke and if any of you, follow me – I swear to God, and his homophobic son Jesus, that I will cut all your tongues out and then slowly make you lick all the rest of your little friend’s balls with the remaining taste buds you have! Do you hear me?!

……

“Big” Dick Morris:
..GOOD!..

Scene Fades as the flashback fades.
Elite goes to commercial break.

["Sick" Nick™]

As Superstars comes back from the break, we are outside the burnt down FHT Arena with a crowd around the new NHT ring. Pietro Sanchez is standing in the middle of the ring, waiting to announce.

Pietro Sanchez:
Good evening and welcome to the Nick Hardcore Territory! Tonight in the NHT main event will be an I Quit Match. But first let me introduce to you the special guest referee, courtesy from Elite. He is… LEON SPINX ! ! !

Spinx makes his way out from behind a trailer and to the ring as the fans applaud the Elite referee.

Pietro Sanchez:
And introducing the challenger… He is your NHT Superstar . . . “SICK” NICK ! ! !

Robert Stackowitz press play on his iPod, which is hooked up to a small speaker through an adaptor, blasting “Down With The Sickness” by Disturbed into the night. “Sick” Nick makes his way out as the fans cheer. Nick slaps hi-5s with the fans as he runs through the crowd.

Pietro Sanchez:
And his opponent, normally sitting behind the NHT announcer’s desk to commentate with me . . . It’s the STATUE ! ! !

Stackowitz pauses “Down With The Sickness” and starts to play some generic stripper music. Mr. Monday Night drags the Statue out and through the crowd. As he gets to the ring, he struggles to lift the Statue up and rolls it into the ring. Monday catches his breath, then climbs into the ring and stands the statue up. Robert Stackowitz rings a cow bell, signifying the beginning of the match.

Robert Stackowitz:
I can’t believe it. The Statue comes out from behind the booth to make her wrestling return!

Pietro Sanchez makes his way to the announcer’s table to help Stackowitz with the announcing.

Pietro Sanchez:
I tell you Stack, I can’t wait to see this match. The Statue, making a return… HERE in the NHT! Amazing!

Robert Stackowitz:
Well these two are no strangers to each other. On December 25th, 2003… Almost three and half years ago… The Statue pinned Nick to become the FHT Hardcore Champion!

Pietro Sanchez:
What a debut Stack. You can’t do any better then winning a major championship in your first match!

While Pietro and Stackowitz were talking, “Sick” Nick is dancing around in the ring, attempting to make the first move as the Statue just stands there not intimidated. Every time Nick goes to make a move he second guesses himself and recoils back. Finally Nick makes his move, quickly faking out The Statue as he twirls around her, comes up from behind, leaps on top of The Statue and locks in a nasty Rear Naked Chokehold.

Pietro Sanchez:
OH! Look at that chokehold! Nick is going to make the Statue say ‘I Quit’ with a Rear Naked Chokehold!

Robert Stackowitz:
I think he might be doing it Pietro. It looks like The Statue is starting to fade!

Nick grips the hold on tighter as he wiggles around. After a few minutes, Nick lets go and leaps out in front of The Statue.

Robert Stackowitz:
Oh! The Statue just got out of that one!

“Sick” Nick franticly looks around, trying to figure out how to make this stoic figure say ‘I Quit’.

Pietro Sanchez:
I think Nick has a plan!

“Sick” Nick quickly jumps out of the ring and goes underneath as The Statue stands strong and tall. Nick comes out from underneath and pulls out an array of weapons, throwing them into the ring one by one. With The Statue standing her ground, Nick rolls into the ring with a kendo stick in hand. “Sick” Nick runs up to The Statue, whaling away with the kendo stick. Shot after shot, but nothing fazes The Statue. Whacking and whacking and whacking. Swing after swing, and nothing. Minutes of swing and whacking with the kendo stick on The Statue, and Nick is getting tired. He drops the stick, places his hands on his knees and tries to catch his breath.

Pietro Sanchez:
What a show these two are putting on.

Robert Stackowitz:
Yea, Nick is beating The Statue like a government mule, but he can’t take her down!

Nick grabs a chair he threw in, and smacks The Statue in the head with it.

Robert Stackowitz:
THE STATUE DIDN’T EVEN MOVE!

Nick winds up again, and CRACK!

Pietro Sanchez:
Again Nick swings for the fences, and nothing!

“Sick” Nick takes a look behind him, runs to the ropes, bounces off and charges back and The Statue with the chair in hand. As Nick comes upon The Statue, he swings and connects!

Pietro Sanchez:
WHAT A SHOT ! ! !

Robert Stackowitz:
Oh no, I think The Statue is going to go down!

The Statue slowly tilts backwards as everyone watches on. Nick stands there, not sure what to do. The Statue continues to tilt backwards, until it falls.

Robert Stackowitz:
HE DID IT!

The Statue falls backwards, hits the ropes and bounces back. Nick drops the chair and is about to run, but The Statue falls on top of him.

Pietro Sanchez:
NO! The Statue was playing possum!

Nick struggles to get out from underneath The Statue, but it is to no use.

“Sick” Nick:
I QUIT! I QUIT! Get this damn thing off of me! I think I broke a rib!

Leon Spinx comes over, pulls The Statue off of him and holds his hand over The Statue’s head to signify the victory. Pietro Sanchez stands up and announces the winner.

Pietro Sanchez:
Winner of this match . . . THE STATUE ! ! !

Robert Stackowitz:
What a hard fought match by Nick, but he is now 0 and 2 against The Statue.

Mr. Monday Night rushes to the ring to help Nick along with Leon Spinx as the fans cheer for The Statue.

[The F'N Legend Lbm]

NOTHING ELSE MATTERS hits...[/color]

The music of The F'N Legend plays out inside the Lawlor Events Centre as Lbm makes an appearance on FHT Superstars to his old classic theme music. The fans of FHT are red hot tonite and are not liking the fact Lbm is there. After the events of last week's ELITE Evolution, Lbm has a huge smile on his face as he jumps up on the apron and gets into the centre of the ring and asks for a microphone from ringside.

As Lbm's music fades out the crowd begin a huge "LBM SUCKS DICK" chant which Lbm responds to by flipping two fingers at the FHT crowd. Lbm stands there with the mircophone as one fan throws a drinks' cup into the ring that smacks Lbm off the head to a loud pop. Lbm points at the fan furious as the FHT security eject him. Lbm flips the fan off as he is dragged out and then returns to mockingly smiling toward the crowd.[/color]

Lbm: You know I gotta say... I kinda getting used to this. It's just like old times being back here on slow running, poorly booked, episodes of FHT Superstars! Where "Sick" Nick makes his contribution in the first 30 minutes which is usually the most well presented and entertaining moment of the show - but unfortunately isn't even noticed or appreciated by his ever "loyal" FHT co-workers!

Where Red Ninja - the greatest wrestler in the world apparently comes in and cuts promos in front of the proverbial mirror (and you folks all know what I'm talking bout...) and where as per fuckin' usual Trippy P himself occupies the main event position as the FHT Undisputed Champion! I guess what I'm saying is... I'm gonna miss this place once this whole war thing is all said and done!!! *pause* Am I fuck??? Hahahaha!!!

Loud boos for Lbm who laughs inside the ring![/color]

Lbm: I'll cut to the chase because quite frankly the smell of human faeces in this shit hole is making dizzy. You see this whole time - FHT have been claiming they are dominating, they are winning this war! Well last week ELITE fought back! Last week ELITE Evolution had a cracking show let down by one fact and that was that the FHT half of the main event pussied out of a match with the best damn tag team in the world ELITE/FHT Tag Champs Casey & Blue.

What was it I heard someone say - where do ELITE get off booking FHT guys in matches? Well you know what... where do we get off in ELITE booking FHT guys in matches. Cause hell even FHT guys don't book FHT guys in fucking matches.... BANG BANG... Fuck I bought my ticket to see Wrestler #1 and Wrestler #2 kick some ass! And by gawd there better be a Red Ninja squash match or I'll want my money back!!!

Louder boos for Lbm as more rubbish is thrown at him[/color]

Lbm: Hahaha... And don't you just know that somewhere there's somebody already beginning work on their next promo "Bla bla bla Lbm always cuts shoots bla bla bla got boring in 2005 bla bla". Let me make myself clear out here right now shall I! Trippy P and Keith Williams and their boys have spent years painting this picture that Lbm is an asshole who politics his way through life saying all the right things to people and then turning his back on those same people moments later when there back is turned! Well you know - thats all fuckin true! I am just as big an asshole if not bigger than Trippy P or Keith Williams have ever told anyone! WOOOOO!!!!

Sunday night - Hell Freezes Over! FHT and ELITE are at war - it's been like that for more than two years... But Sunday night, HELL FREEZES OVER when that war comes to pay per view! When that ungodly personal vendetta that ELITE and FHT have for one another translates itself into one show! Head to head - FHT will face ELITE on a night that no one ever thought they'd see! So many great matches have been booked. Once a lifetime oppurtunities that you will never see again!

And the big main event... Keith Williams and Trippy P face off against the two best ELITE have to offer... And you know what I'm flattered that many people thought one half of that team would be me. But you see unlike some wrestling bosses - I realise that just cause have an "interest" shall we say in ELITE - well that doesn't neccessarily mean I belong in the main event nor that I am infact the best (in my case far from it). So this Sunday night - the two best ELITE has to offer agsinst Trippy P & Keith Williams!!! Not me you jackasses! I give you TEAM ELITE...

DARK ANGEL
AND
SOUL REAPER!!!

[tpc]

["Stitches" By Allele as The Peep's Champ appears on the big screen he is setting in a graveyard on a tomb stone that reads his name his hands are binded together with his head resting on them looking down into the at the grave in front of him as the music fades]

The Peep's Champ: A Daredevil considers himself already dead so there is nothing to lose with the risk he'll take today because the worst he's already suffer threw therefore he’s clear and calm because the will to live is no longer in him

Buried Alive Match
The Peep's Champ Vs Venom
LOP Forums

[Footage is shown of The Peep's Champ being buried alive by Venom and Straight Curve]

The Peep's Champ: NIN Horror you can take away my weapons and my closed fists but that want stop me from beating in your eyes ripping out your tongue tearing off your ears to make you wander the earth blind deaf and dump for all to know you was the fool who thought he could beat The Peep's Champ

Sunday June 15TH 2003
FHT/VHT Bad Blood
Compaq Center Houston TX

[Satan and The Peep's Champ start climbing up a Triple Deck Cage The Peep's Champ gets up first Satan second Satan gets to the top only to have The Peep's Champ kick him in the nuts The Peep's Champ sets up the ladder starts climbing with Satan climbing on the other side Satan and The Peep's Champ start to exchange lefts and rights with The Peep's Champ getting the advantage then Satan grabs The Peep's Champ AND CHOKESLAM’S HIM ON TO THE CAGE ONLY TO HAVE THE PEEP'S CHAMP FALL THROUGH THE CAGE AND STRAIGHT THROUGH THE RING]

The Peep's Champ: NIN Horror a 20 count outside the ring gives you a reason to run hoping the ref will reach 20 before I catch you 3 rope breaks gives you a reason to tap out not because you can no longer take the pain but because you fear what will happen next and that is your reasons for making such rules because in the end you still have that will to live

Sunday December 21ST 2003
FHT Xtreme X-Mas II
PNC Park Pittsburgh PA

["Sick" Nick locks The Peep's Champ in a Sharpshooter Blood is poring out of both their heads now covering their faces and flowing onto their clothes The Peep's Champ is screaming in pain while "Sick" Nick struggles to keep the hold on The Peep's Champ]

The Peep's Champ: NIN Horror your rules makes this match boring it takes all the fun out of it for me because these rules limits me which a Daredevil shouldn't be but you wouldn't know nothing about that and the Daredevil Championship itself means nothing to me because I don't need it to define me because with or without it I remain fearless

November 22ND 2002
Fantasy Hardcore Thread
LOP Forums

[Footage is shown from The Peep's Champ debut match against Little Big Man where he jumped off 3 steel cages and hit Little Big Man with the Wannabe Splash winning the Fantasy Hardcore Title footage is then shown of The Peep's Champ burning the title later that night inside a trash can]

The Peep's Champ: NIN Horror you say I don't have the skill or talent to face the "greatest wrestler in the world" that you would wrestle circles around me in a Pure Wrestling Match well that sounds like a bunch of crap to me that your trying to use to cover up your fears

Sunday October 5TH 2003
H4H Network Special
The Odyssey Belfast Northern Ireland

[RDJ is laying on a ladder setting on the barricade and the apron of the ring as The Peep's Champ is looking down on him standing on a 30 foot ladder with a crazy look on his face WANNABE SPLASH but at the last second RDJ moves and The Peep's Champ hits nothing but ladder and it doesn't give in as The Peep's Champ rolls around holding his ribs in pain]

The Peep's Champ: NIN Horror its funny your fears keep you from accepting my "DARE" because you fear the limits in which I would go to cause pain and injury to you because I have no limits I want go and that is why I accept your "DARE" because I do have the balls that you don't have and not only will I beat you by your own rules but I will shake your hand before and after I smash in your face because with or without weapons I'm F'N HARDCORE PERIOD

[Feed fades to black][/center][/b][/i]

["Big" Dick Morris]

*Outside Parking Lot*
Frank Erwin Center
8:30 PM | 5:30 PM
-Moments after the Dick Morris Promo & Pump Up-

Camera flickers as Dick illuminates the scene once more.

In this small flashback phase he stands against a tall concrete/brick wall, presumably the Frank Erwin Center. To the far far right of Dick stands a glimmer of steel and wheels. With slightly better than normal vision one would be able to make out the shape of a Chopper body and a set of very nice chrome motorcycle rims.

Not very far along lays a group of men that owes the set. The Camera Man currently filming our scene is the first to be commented on.

“Big” Dick Morris:
How much did he pay you?

Camera Man:
…erm…
Me?

“Big" Dick Morris:
Yes, Mr. Camera Man –
How much did they pay you to follow me?!

Camera Man:
I’m not allowed to discuss that sir…
It’s kinda part of my job, ya know- Staying behind the scenes.

“Big” Dick Morris:
It was part of the deal wasn’t it?
To be allowed into FHT without a confirmed contract I had to follow a few simple guidelines, right? Keith had to remain champion, and you had to follow me – everywhere.

Camera Man:
Umm…
No?

“Big” Dick Morris:
Yea, That’s what I thought.
Now, shut the fuck up and resume your position..

V-ROOM! V-ROOM! V-ROOM!
VRRRR!

The Chopper’s that were once invisible in the distance now come into view.
As a small gang pass by Dick and the Camera Man, a couple heads turn before a loud whistle is heard and the lead biker rallies in the middle.

A couple shouts are heard before, the bikes are quickly parked and four large men, 6’6 and above make there way up to Dick Morris.

“Big” Dick Morris:
Oh, crap…

Camera Man:
Crap is right..

“Big” Dick Morris:
I thought I said..
Shut Up!

Biker slowly approaches the little prepared Dick Morris

Lead Biker:
Hey!

“Big” Dick Morris:
Umm… Hey?

Surrounding Bikers:
Hehe..Hehe

Lead Biker:
..I know you..
You’re famous or somethin’

“Big” Dick Morris:
No! No, Really?!
The cameras and big flashy lights didn’t give me away!?

Surrounding Bikers:
Ooohh!

Lead Biker:
You’re snappy, I like that...

…

“Big” Dick Morris:
I noticed you’re still here...

Biker slowly leans closer as Dick backs up..

Lead Biker:
Yes I’am..

“Big” Dick Morris:
What’s your business, then? I don’t got all day, buddy – and personally even for “Big” Dick Morris, your getting a bit too close.

Lead Biker:
I finally noticed what you were from..

“Big” Dick Morris:
Yea, Buddy – A little slow on the uptake?!
Elite Wrestling Through and –

Lead Biker:
No!
You were the guy on --
“Dick’s favorite Man Clits..”

“Big” Dick Morris:
Yea! How’d you kn--

Lead Biker:
Ohhh … Yes.
Take your guess “Big” Man…

As shock finally settles on Dick a horror effect takes control on the fine male specimen. Backing up further, he waves the Camera Man to follow.

It’s too late.

“Big” Dick Morris:
No! Oh, God No!
I Hate FHT – Fuck you all!

Scene Fades as the flashback fades.
Elite goes to commercial break.

["Sick" Nick™]

Wally Wilson:
Well everyone, here is the main event. FHT’s very own Keith Williams will be taking on Elite’s Dark Angel.

AdRock:
Yea, once again Keith is going to wipe the floor with that Raziel wanna-be.

Dark Angel’s music hits the arena as boos start to flow. Angel steps out onto the stage and wastes no time to head down to the ring. As Dark Angel is climbing into the ring, his music is quickly cut it off and Keith William’s music starts to play. Keith comes running out with the championship in his hand, slides into the ring and the two go at it.

Wally Wilson:
Look at the two go at it!

Dark Angel gets the better of Keith and throws him head first into the turnbuckle. Dark Angel then fires Keith head first to the other side of the ring. Dark Angel grabs Keith’s hair and backs him up into the corner. Angel takes a swing, but Keith Williams ducks it and turns Dark Angel around. Keith grabs Dark Angel’s arm and whips him into the opposite corner, and follows him closely behind. As Dark Angel hits the corner, Keith follows right in with a knee to the midsection. Keith grabs Angel’s arm again, and whips him back to the other corner. But mid whip, Dark Angel reverses it, and Keith ends up being whipped into the corner. Keith hits the corner with authority and stumbles out. As Keith is walking forward, Dark Angel hits a High Back Body drop. Keith hits the floor and Dark Angel turns around and hits a heavy Leg Drop.

Wally Wilson:
Look at these two go at it. It’s not even wrestling. It’s just two people full of hatred attacking each other!

AdRock:
Wait. Who was that?

Just then, someone jumps the barricade and slides into the ring.

AdRock:
Damn it, it’s Reaper!

Reaper winds up behind Keith and whacks him in the back of the head with a lead pipe.

Wally Wilson:
Look, here comes Trippy with some back up.

Trippy and the Pranksters rush the ring, the Pranksters armed with chairs. The Pranksters double team Reaper as Trippy and Dark Angel go punch for punch.

AdRock:
Damn it! NIN Horror, Casey and Killer are here too!

Wally Wilson:
This is becoming chaotic!

NIN Horror, Casey and Killer slide into the ring attacking the FHTers.

Wally Wilson:
This main event is turning into a mess!

As The Peep’s Champ and Vengeance come running out, Blue hopes over the rail, adding three more to the brawl. FHT Superstars closes out with fists flying left and right, chairs slamming into backs and bodies slamming everywhere.