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Post by Former FHT Employee Daniel Ice on Apr 17, 2007 20:33:29 GMT -5
Live from the NEC Arena in Birmingham **************************************** Tuesday, April 17th, 2007
***********************************FHT TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP~TAG MATCH~Blue and Crusher Casey [elite and fht tag team champions] vs Keith Williams and Trippy P [elite and fht undisputed champions] - and -ELITE VS. FHT~Six-Man Tag~Eric Scorpio, David Hughes and Satan vs Lbm, Dark Angel and Soul Reaper
NHT SANCTIONED~NHT Rules Match~[/i] "Sick" Nick vs Brad BaxterDAREDEVIL CHAMPIONSHIP~Singles Match~NIN Horror [c] [elite daredevil champion] vs "Big" Dick MorrisELITE WORLDWIDE CHAMPIONSHIP~Singles Match~Killer [c] [elite worldwide champion] vs Yellowy Purple NinjaALSO FEATURING:
JUNCO JUNKY STONE COLD STEVE AUSTIN BLADE THE PEEP'S CHAMP HEADBANGER TREY SPRUANCE RED NINJA AND MORE!. . . : : Commentators : : . . . Gary King & Harold Gunther IV. . . : : Backstage Reporter : : . . . Shalonda
[/center] Gary King: Welcome everyone to ELITE Evolution! We are two weeks away from HELL FREEZES OVER were undoubtably ELITE will enter into the fight of it's existance when it goes best of seven with the FHT! Harold Gunther IV: Tonight as per orders of commissioner Sally Wilson, FHT have been formally invited to this arena for the first time were they will compete in a historic double main event!!! Gary King: What the Hell will take place when ELITE and FHT formally meet under the same building? Stay tuned, because anything could happen on this show![/size]
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"Sick" Nick™
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Post by "Sick" Nick™ on Apr 17, 2007 22:44:52 GMT -5
As Elite Evolution opens up, Keith Williams and Trippy P are standing outside the wrestler’s entrance area, talking.
Trippy P: Damn, what a crap hole this place is! Where are we again?
Keith Williams (Says with disgust): Birmingham.
Trippy P: Uhh… Even the name of this place is annoying.
Keith Williams: Yea, well after the PPV… After we decimate Elite. FHT won’t be coming here.
Just then a taxi pulls up. The door opens and out steps the one and only “Sick” Nick, much to the dismay of Trippy and Keith. Both of them walk straight up into Nick’s face.
Trippy P: What the hell are you doing here!?! You were banned. Get the hell out of here!
Nick just gives Trippy a sarcastic smirk as both men just stand there staring at each other. But that is broken up as Gary King walks out of the arena.
Gary King: Hey! Hey! Hey! Leave Elite’s personal guest alone!
Keith Williams (Said with shock and rage): Personal guest!?!
Gary King: Yea! Personal guest. He may be banned at FHT events, but this is an Elite event.
King puts his arm around Nick as he ushers him away from Trippy and Keith.
Gary King: Come on Nick. Lets go inside so we can talk.
King walks Nick into the arena, while the whole time Nick is looking back at Keith Williams and Trippy P, smirking.
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Post by Ninja/Killer on Apr 18, 2007 12:49:54 GMT -5
Scene opens with Red Ninja sitting in a tree branch. Ninja wears a Black Skull cap with ICP written in white on the front a White T Shirt with Nike written in Red, Blue Phat Farm Jeans and White Running shoes.
Red Ninja:Soul Reaper, each week it seems that our latest budding feud only grows more and more, you cost me the FHT Tag Team titles, and in all fairness I blame myself for that. I shouldn't have believed for second that I could trust you. It was a stupid call on my part, I might have been forced into the situation but I guess that deep down I believed that I could trust you. Stupid call on my part, but it's something that I have to deal with. There's nothing can I do about it now, Soul Reaper I leave the Tag Team Title scene behind me and I focus on being a singles guy again, the next few weeks I got some stiff competition against me. On the 29th I'm going to be fighting Killer again, Killer the last time we fought yeah you beat me, and now that were going to be wrestling again you think your going to be able to down me again. Killer I'm fighting this time for FHT, and even though FHT pisses me off alot, I'm not going to let ELITE destroy them. My first confrontation with ELITE might have not been a complete sucess but in a war you have to take some in order to give some. ELITE, Killer, I'm coming on the 29th and I'm going to guarantee a victory for not just FHT but for me.
Scene ends.
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Post by Ninja/Killer on Apr 18, 2007 13:01:44 GMT -5
Yellowy Purple Ninja has already entered the ring.
"Godzilla Theme" hits before going into "Put Your Dukes Up" Killer emerges from the back wearing an ELITE T Shirt. Killer enters the ring than throws his T Shirt into the crowd.
The bell sounds as YP Ninja gets in a Martial Arts Stance. YP Ninja attempts a kick but Killer grabs his leg than throws him down to the mat. YP Ninja gets up to his feet as Killer charges in and takes him to the corner. Killer rams his shoulder into YP Ninja's stomach than lays in some chops. Killer grabs YP Ninja's wrist than sends him to the opposite corner. Killer charges in and nails YP Ninja with a Body Avalanche. YP Ninja stumbles out of the corner and flops to the mat. Killer jumps up and nails a Legdrop slamming his leg on the back of YP Ninja's head. Killer rolls him onto his back. 1,2 kickout.
Killer lifts YP Ninja's head off the mat than starts punching him in the forehead. The ref taps Killers arm for him to stop. Killer lifts YP Ninja off the mat than gets him in a Powerbomb position. Killer lifts YP Ninja up but YP Ninja starts punching him in the face. Killer puts YP Ninja down as YP Ninja charges and nails Killer with a Running Forearm Strike. Killer stumbles back to the ropes as YP Ninja charges and nails him with a Flying Forearm. YP Ninja grabs Killer and whips him to the ropes. Killer comes off as YP Ninja attempts a Leapfrog but Killer catches him and drives him down with a Sitout Powerbomb. Killer gets up and poses. Killer slaps YP Ninja in the face as he tries to get up. Killer lifts YP Ninja up to his feet and sets him up for the Northern Lights Bomb. Killer is about to lift YP Ninja up but soon "Makai Club" hits the PA system. Killer shoves YP Ninja to the mat as he turns to the aisleway waiting for Red Ninja. YP sneaks up behind Killer and takes Killer down with a School Boy. 1,2,KICKOUT.
The music has stopped as Killer gets up and NAILS YP Ninja with a Clothesline. Killer lifts YP Ninja up and nails the NLB than locks on the Killmission. YP taps.
Erik:Here is your winner KILLER.
Killer releases the hold than stands up still looking around for Red Ninja. Killer gets out of the ring.
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Post by satan on Apr 18, 2007 21:06:18 GMT -5
We pan to Satan who is standing in-front of the FHT logo with his face bandaged up.
Satan: Last week, was probably the worst week of my professional wrestling career. Eternal pain is an interesting thing, because you learn something. You learn the meaning of life, something that's not a bunch of guys singing about sperm, but what you were born to do. I admit, I may not be the most intelligant man in the world, but I may be the meanest. After the match with Casey, I think I lost my meaning of life. I opened myself up to somebody who I considered to be a fairly close friend. Kristin Ricci not only betrayed our frinedship, but she also betrayed her company. Being a member of the FHT isn't just some idea or a spare pair or pants, it's something you live by. You are a member of the FHT Family, and you know that what happens in your regular life also has an impact on your life in the FHT. If you have some problems with some peice of ass, leave it at home. Tonight, I face some of the best that ELITE has. We face Dark Angel, Soul Reaper, and.....LBM. Teaming with my fellow soldiers, David and Scorpio. Two hardcore legends, and Eric Scoprio who is a hardcore legend in the making. You live by the sword, you die by the sword. If you've done good in your life and served your purpose, maybe you fight by the sword in the afterlife.
FTB.
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Post by Ninja/Killer on Apr 18, 2007 22:13:23 GMT -5
Killer is walking down a hallway. He proceeds to a door and opens. Inside the room is darkness aside from the glow of some candles. In the center of the room is Soul Reaper.
Killer:So this is where your hiding.
Soul Reaper:Mind closing the door.
Killer closes the door.
Killer:You know Reaper I got to admit, you've had me a little fucking confused the last few weeks. I mean with all this jumping around you've been doing in alignments, but I guess now you've settled down.
Soul Reaper:Maybe I have, maybe I haven't that's what I like to do keep guys like you guessing.
Killer:I hate guessing Reaper, I like be told things right away, like where's our plan going in regards to Ninja. Have you forgotten about it?
Soul Reaper:No, as a matter of fact I havent. Just as I'm hoping that you hold up your end on the 29th.
Killer:Yeah, yeah, I got it, kick his ass yadda yadda. Just have my back.
Soul Reaper:I'll try my best.
Killer walks out of the lockeroom as Reaper sits back in his chair as the scene fades out
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Post by Eric Scorpio on Apr 19, 2007 0:30:59 GMT -5
Scene cuts to a man's feet walking backstage. The camera pans upwards when as soon as the FHT Hardcore Title appears into focus, the ELITE crowd begins to unmercifully boo. The camera pans out showing the wearer of the belt being FHT's own, Eric Scorpio. As he continues walking, he bumps into ELITE's own, LBM, to chorus of cheers. Silence fills the area as both men stare at each other until LBM breaks the silence.
LBM: Interesting finish we had in our match last week.
Scorpio: Not my doing.
LBM: Oddly, I believe you; I watched last weeks Superstar.
Scorpio: Got no reason to bullshit.
LBM: Pretty damn curious of you asking for no interference and your own GM decided to meddle anyways.
Scorpio: ...
LBM: It may not be a one on one this week between you and I, but I better hope you bring your A game tonight.
Scorpio: I always do.
LBM: Listen up...
The camera pans away to see FHT's general manager Keith Williams witnessing a conversation between Eric Scorpio and LBM. Keith Williams walks towards Scorpio as he sees Scorpio nodding to LBM as LBM walks away.
Williams: What the fuck was that all about?
Scorpio: Nothing much.
Williams: We got shit to take care of tonight and you better not flake in your 6 man tag match nothing.
Scorpio: What ab...
Williams: Can it! Just do your damn job!
Keith Williams walks away in a hurry, the camera zooms in on the FHT Hardcore Champion's unamused face as the picture fades away.
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Post by "Big" Dick Morris on Apr 19, 2007 19:04:52 GMT -5
*** Audience at the edge of their seats, stirring, shaking, anticipation setting in, the brittleness of teeth chattering on those already oh too short of nails - This was it! The last few weeks have led to expect that anything and everything can happen in mere moments, hell - even a matter of a couple of commercial breaks! For this, this was an invasion .. This was a war, and it was growing into the biggest blockbuster phenomenon from this year to last! ***
And now, the quietness ... The all knowing Mega-Tron said it all, with it's pitch black features and it's static noise filtering throughout the Arena's floors.
What was next? Another hostile power outage, possibly? Another World Title Announcement, maybe? Could it even be news on the infamous Ninja/Killer bout?!
"Jesus Christ, don't tell me that lunatic Murder 1 killed another unlucky --"
"Shh! Did you hear what I--"
Yeahhhh baby, heh heh, yeahh!
Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop!
Pop! Pop! Pop!
Pop! Pop!
Pop!
Could it be? Could it be? Could it be that "Big" Dick, and Junco Junky?!
Haha! An enormous eruption burst as "Big" Dick made his long missed appearance on Elite's Evolution, and already in the top left hand corner of the screen - The Wrestling Channel switched it's rating to a great big, capital "M".
Seen shortly last week on Elite's across the street joint, showing of "Elite Superstars" with his old tag team partner, now the Dick of the Federation was making his very own appearance on this weeks Evolutions! What can be up with this?!
As the Explicitly Neutral Anarchist took to the background on this one, "Big" Dick flaunted the goods all the way up the alley way - while shaking his "Number 1 Spot".
Approaching the ring ahead, The "Big" One and the Junky One did a small Johnny Nitro/Melina shot. As "Big" Dick spread his legs accordingly, Junco merely covered them looking as straight as a whistle. Jumping up on the apron Dick proceeded inward as Junco shook his head in shame - It was damn true that Junco would never fulfill the "Hollywood" persona.
Grabbing a microphone at ringside, Dick spoke loudly in his quiet but lispy overtone.
"Big" Dick Morris: Oh, Oh, Oh! Look what we have here!
Many cheers, with the occasionally loud male 'boo'-ing, proceeded.
"Big" Dick Morris: I find my darling self almost speechless in a bedazzlement of Awe...
Junco covered his face, as he slumped his top-heavy body into the corner.
"Big" Dick Morris: When I came here a fairy ... opps, hehe... I mean, a fairly long way back, my boy Hollywood and I faced a most fearful opposition. We had that Team Joker, we had a World Champion that actually belonged to Elite, and we had this gentleman here as our Undisputed Champion --
Pointing to the more than ever embarrassed, Junco Junky..
"Big" Dick Morris: But I guess things change... Joker's disappear, Champions fall, People go off the map, and others meet their maker.
Ya see - Hollywood and I for example - We had our ups an downs, and we still do. We met our makers, screwed our makers, and have watched plenty of champions fall right into our pretty little laps. The hard part is when people disappear.. I'm not gonna gallop some sappy story when my dear fellow Mr. Junky here, just spilled his guts to y'all last week - but from the heart of my dear Hollywood to you - our people - we do miss you. But as a team, we felt it would be best..
A couple sympathizer's out their gave an "Ohh.." or an "Ahh" to the pleasantly happy Dick who took his grand 'ole time to confess his main counterparts story. His partnership over the past had been so much. The were the ambiguously gay duo, The Infamous and Big Comrades, they were truly the most confused - most bonded piece of teamwork two men could be.
To say the rest was incredibly hard. This was far more than a friend and even more than a team..
"Big" Dick Morris: ..to break up..
A tear trailed down the eye of Dick has he hesitantly wiped it off. Taking a deep deep breath, he continued with every ounce of energy he had.
"Big" Dick Morris: It's Okay, It's Okay Chillens.. Not even our good friend Dennis "The Worm" Rodman good prevent this from happening.
In a dreamy state, Big Dick slowly let out a small personal statement to their long time friend.. Oh, Wormy -- How, I miss you too..
But, the thing to remember is that we've remained together as a part of Elite, and a part of this wonderful system. Unlike Mr. Junco here, we are 100% Elite, and damn proud of it too! This invasion is calling our attention and we accept our duties..
As that once tearful sorrow had crossed his face, a new glimmer of hot sweaty love making teasing had crossed his horizon. Licking his lips, from top to bottom, he looked dead on - into the camera.
"Big" Dick Morris: Oh, How I love invasions ... Coming in, Oh so unwelcome .. Maybe even startling an already spiced up individual? Yes? ... Yes.
As the icon slowly remembered his past outings with Hollywood, he took an abrupt flashback moment.. Now, feverishly laughing, he brought up his partner once again..
"Big" Dick Morris: Ya see, Hollywood had these ideas - One he called Invasion Force. You had to play with a group of people, kinda like a break the ice game - It was pretty much like Twister mixed with getting close to the other person, trying to get them uncomfortable and stuff.. Except, everybody would do it to one person, and it usually would end up into one big force fight --
"Big" Dick Morris: It obviously made me think of this current situation .. It was violent .. involved the people.. and was mighty 'stiff'.
"Big" Dick Morris: Oh, Yes .. Stiff. You see, some people claim that my career has been strictly improv. I look at my opponent, I act, I get lucky or not. As much as I'd like to admit that is true - it's completely wrong.. I scout till the night is old, and I scout until the day is young -- I've never been too good at analogies, basically I work alot at what I do. I might love to play but I live to work.. So when I say I've found a new
[glow=purple,2,300]MAN LOVE[/glow]
"Big" Dick Morris: I damn well mean it.. "Oh My God! Are we going to see a LIVE gay confessi--"
"Will you shut up! I think I see Murder 1!?
"Big" Dick Morris: You see, as we midnight Elite explorers go through the archives at our destined time we see and study alot of things ... We study attributes, we study finishers, we even study those off stage advertisements - kinda like those Chef Boyardee commercials-, we go outside the box so much - that sometimes we find ourselves exploring and studying things we don't even want to!
..Kinda like a "Big" Dick Morris..
"Big" Dick Morris: But before I launch myself into another forbidden art of those midnight explorers, let me redirect you to my first point once more ... These he's or she's or shim's, are more than a simple point, and they're much more than a simple man love.
A couple snickers are spread across the audience, as they begin to gossip about this new being. After the brief history in elite with the Big, and Infamous Duo - no one can forget their desperately inhumane antics, and more than luring style. If this man was one half of the team that turned Marcus Gold part Nancee, than imagine the impact this just might be?
"Big" Dick Morris: Now, anyone that knows my infamous and big, rather ginormous, reputation - I'm not just going to go off and name my person of interest. Every good thing comes with a back story, now don't it?!
A small pounce of 'boos' showered over the "Big" One
"Big" Dick Morris: Haha..Ha. Now walking into a new Elite at such an awkward time had it's ups and downs. Obviously, I knew I wasn't going to get the audience I was used to - but that came with the break. I Obviously knew I wasn't going to get a walloping amount of respect because once again I'm a single "fabulous" man, and for the first time basically deserted. Obviously I also knew that title shots would be a rarity..
Okay, 2/3 ain't bad. Basically, I had a good amount of fame and skill against me. People don't want me here. Some of you still don't want me here. But, hey .. I'm "fabulous" I'm used to it. One thing I wasn't used to was the big gain I was about to achieve with an invasion..
More Men!
"Big" Dick Morris: I know ladies, can you believe it?! A reason for you .. and me.. to get excited again! A healthier, bigger, and most important - HARDCORE - group of men! Jesus-F'n-Christ! I felt like Jesus when he found out he had a penis! That's right, I was lucky! Such a lucky son'a bitch!
"Aww .. Never mind that was just part of the sound crew - No Murder 1."
"Oh My Fucking God! I think puke just came up..."
"Big" Dick Morris: And such a variety, too! We have group of matures like "Sick" Nick, We have those Golden Boys like Trippy P, the younger ones like Eric Scorpio, and even some variety in size and spirit like that hunk-o-metal magnet Headbanger! Oh joyous me - God finally shows the homosexual world he loves them too! Suck my balls Catholic Church!
"Big" Dick Morris: Hehe.. But I'm not here to celebrate, or to bash certain religions - I'm here to tell you my support for this invasion and my somebodies special.
More shouts and boos filter the stage, as well as some laughter and applause. A new signs are lifted the reveal certain phrases as "George Bush hates Dick Morris" and "Don't be a fool, wrap your Big Dick Morris". Laughs are heard around.
Though slightly disturbing, the fans rose to their seats - this was actually fairly interesting. With the build up of a millinium, was he finally going to announce this bunch of individuals? He had the audience's attention, now it was all up to him..
"Big" Dick Morris: I guess I'll start with a very "Big" man, ...
Wait, Wait Wait! No! Not a "Big" man, just a big man... This phenom also shares many things in common with your current host, including my religious beliefs - in some ways, of course, more than others.
This bad boy also knows how to sway his victims into a deep down hellish plunge, just like he sways them into drinking that white liquidy roofy.. Ladies and Gentlemen, your attention to the Mega-Tron!
As a large puzzled look grows into the faces of the thousands in attendance, and the millions watching across the world, the mega-tron dazzled in it's quick upstart greatness. Separated in three portions, the actually quite attractive display quickly rattled with readiness. Awaiting the Dick's words, the Big One quickly spoke again..
"Big" Dick Morris: All right ladies and sexy-men, first on the chart from New York, New York - by the real name of Robert Grundy.. Dick's #3 A-lister, and number one Religious Realist.. SaTan!
"What the hell are you watching?"
"Hey Big Dick! At least our Religion rakes in the cash!"
"...Wow..."
"Big" Dick Morris: God damnit, you know the story by now! This boy toy, of pure sparkling muscle mass and man lovin is just what the Doctor ordered! Too rough for the ladies? Likes to hurt young children and animals? Baby, strap me in the high chair and put a muzzle on me!
"Big" Dick Morris: Satan baby ... I've got three quotes that you can't say not too.. One that role plays, one that orchestrates, and one that puts you on a leash all the way back to that hell pound you came from - and I don't mean New York!
Cover me with butter and and call me a demon - did you know Judas is my middle name?
"Wanna play doctor? I make a great aborted baby.."
Hey Baby you wanna play 20 Questions?With you baby? Screw it, I only need two!
-Does the curtain match the drapes? - And does my Satan baby want a mate that doesn't impregnate?!"
"Big" Dick Morris: Haha! What a Character!
EWWW!
"Big" Dick Morris: Oh Shut Up! I still got three more man humps!
Thumbs down all around as "Big" Dick makes his way to his second boy toy
"Big" Dick Morris: You people suck, to think your in the hands of a presence.. the presence of a nuisance, the presence of something that could be the most chilling most controversial thing ever ..
You should be loud, be proud, get used to it!
"Boo!"
Do you want a change, do you want a challenge? Do you want something that will rock your socks and could possibly top the Elite platform? Something that might not stun FHT but unite the two forces, and combine them into one, single group, of united wrestlers?
"Yea?"
Do you want an ever-growing Roster that will continually fulfill your needs? Something from cruiser-wights - like Rey Mysterio Jr. - to Super Heavyweights -like Big Van Vander-!Do you want this!? Do you want this spectacular bash of never ending, hardcore-technical mayhem!?
Now, I'm not saying gay superiority is going to save that .. but c'mon! Anything can happen! Look at George W, and the death of Sadam Heusain ... Anything can happen. If a twenty-somethin year old - Counter Strike freak can kill 33 kids on an American built campus ... Anything can happen!
Can ya feel it?! Are you getting my drift?!
"Yea?!"
"Sure!"
"Big" Dick Morris: Good. Now, you'll listen to my Goddamn speech you bunch of self confident, hetero-fuckers!
Trash filtered the stage for a moment as the guy portion (mostly the whole Arena) took their time littering the ring. Dick took his time as well, soaking up all the attention and waiting patiently for his time to be back on.
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"Big" Dick Morris: Now, I'm going to be quick with this one since it seems some people want to wast my time. I see only one way to do this. I've mentioned him earlier, and what can I say he's broken so many bones in this industry - I think he could claim mine 'broken' as well. Daddy likes it nasty, Daddy likes it quick, Daddy like almost no one else except
..the one .. and only..
The Mega-Tron double takes once more as it trembles, shaking, and finally - digitally shattering an image of the hardcore legend
"Big" Dick Morris: "Sick" Nick!
Boda-Bing Boda-Boom! The FHT Symbol in great big letters show the man of the industry front and center. As the camera cuts back to Dick, he's obviously glued to the Tron before him. Complete with the "Sick" One's crew behind one, Dick his stuck in bewilderment. As it starts fading in and out, Junco eventually yells into the ring setting off the host..
"Big" Dick Morris: Wow - Sorry, it's just I you can't beat a man with that reputation ...But you can beat off to it!
Jesus .. or should I say, Satan!
This character provides a wonderment of awe and skill to this industry, I can't even imagine where to begin. His history of titles fizzle everyone else's fuses out and could probably be compared to the Hulk Hogan of 80's. For once I don't know what to say! He's amazing, he's dazzling..
He's Hardcore! He's Hardcore! He's Hardcore!
"Big" Dick Morris: I don't know about you but I can definitely get down with his Sickness!
Wait, I could be wrong ... Was it Sickness or Stick-y-ness!?
EWWW!
"Dude, you're such a homo for watching this..."
"Do I have any other choice?!"
"Wait.. Is that?!"
"Big" Dick Morris: Okay, Okay - Don't tell me you're not thinking the same thing!
Your down to the final and biggest most complete compatible Dick that this side of God's Green Earth has faced since the late Hollywood Harry. Don't get to excited now - I know this forgoes your interest level..
The Mega-Tron Begins it's shaking movment..
"Big" Dick Morris: Now, I will sink back more into seriousness. For this soul I believe is no joke. I don't lie, I don't tease. I'm not teasing fun like I did of Satan's sexiness, whether if it is true or not, or Nick's glorious body of a Goddess - which is belatedly true ...You've seen it... I'm speaking from the heart.
This competitor loves the homosexual world. He hides his dark times though like the bulk of us, except he hides it in rich insults directed to the community as a whole. I don't like to speak for other people, but I know the type.. The main thing I'd like to say is..
It's Okay..
I know people like you, Son - Hell! I was you! I talked the talk and I ran my head through the list of Internet porn sites wishing I'd get a hard on ... but I didn't. And neither did you. It aggravated you, it drove you to the limit. You wished, you prayed to everyone else's God - and your own, that you would feel the mojo go when you went to the local strip club after work..
You still do. It eats you alive. You even name your finisher off your built up feelings. Kid, I was there too. It's great to feel like the majority, and to feel like you belong.. It's fun to look at guys like Nick, or Trippy and think I can be there too sometime!
You can't ... You will come out, and it will hold you back. Thats why we all strive so hard for the majority. We are just like the blacks, the asians, and the Mexicans - except we don't get special scholarships or the sort. We can only survive as one, and through you and I - I believe we can pocess that power
It's okay, boy. It's okay, Chase Stapleton. It's okay Peep's Champ, I understand you're busy ... but I will reach you. I will make you complete. I will make you one.
The Mega-Tron reveals a picture of the Peep's Champ in all his glory. It flashes to pictures of him with Elite Gold, and threw his career with FHT Gold. Lastly, it stops at a single picture of Chase surrounded by the FHT outline.
"Big" Dick Morris: And through this you shall see that all others will slowly follow..
My first step, will start tonight, my glorious comrade. I face the glorious NIN Whore-er. Whether I win or lose is not a problem, but for you Chase Stapleton.. For you, I deliver "The Stiffness." The final nail in the coffin.
Dick turns back to the crowd before him once again
"Big" Dick Morris: And I will teach you. I will teach you, Chasey, that there are better ways to exert your sincerity of manliness .. there are other ways to show your compassionism for the same sex. Don't manipulate your choice, and ours, with words of hate or butchery .. if thats even a word.
Be bold .. Tell it on the mountain like I did, or go else where. You see this showing? It's for you! Your teaching, your lessons - will all be fo you .. and lastly for I. For you Mr. Stapleton are my key to success.
"Big" Dick Morris: And Now .. Now, Chase Stapleton I leave you be and face my lethal assailant. I face an opponent possibly of mine and your near future. All for you..
For you .. I show the way. For you, Strike this endless day. For I give it my all My Everything, My endless everything!
And when you think my back is turned, this battered, this bruised and this badly burned .. Let your homosexuality show you the way and let my bold statement always say..
For you ...
Because For You Chase Stapleton, I Give... My BIG DICK MORRIS [/b][/i][/color] [/size] Dropping the Microphone at his feet, Richard Morrison merely smiled a very boyish grin and very slowly exited the ring. Smiling boldly and honestly as he went, the Junky One followed.
For Junco it was merely a show - a moniker that Dick portrayed to get support, sell merchandise, and make money. But for Richard it was more that that .. It was a lifestyle.***Raising two proud fists in the air, the modest technicalist walked into the backdrop disappearing from view. The show had just begun...***[/center]
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Post by Blade on Apr 20, 2007 5:31:09 GMT -5
The camera opens up in the ringside area. In the ring stands an unknown talent, wearing a t-shirt bearing the letters 'UWC' on the front, while outside stands another, also wearing a "UWC" t-shirt. Erik Knights steps into the ring.
Erik Knights: The following contest is a hardcore match scheduled for 1 fall.
Harold Gunther IV: Thank god that’s over, who the hell let “Big” Dick Morris out here, shouldn’t it be illegal to me so disgusting?
Gary King: I don’t know Harold, but maybe this should help you forget. This is what is being billed as a ‘warm up’ match, for Blade to get back into fighting shape.
"Bad Things" By Wednesday 13 plays over the speaker systems as the ELITE fans in attendance cheer, overwhelming the small amount of booing from FHT loyalists. Blade steps out onto the stage, followed by the big masked monster known as Razor. Blade has his cane in one hand and a can of beer in the other. He steps to the top of the ramp and opens his beer, Razor standing back near the entranceway. Blade downs the beer and throws the empty can into the crowd before heading down the ramp, Razor his ever-present shadow.
Erik Knights: Introducing first, from Brighton, England. Weighting in at 210lbs, being accompanied to the ring by Razor. He is the Master of Disaster, BLADE!! And his opponent, hailing from Kent, England. Accompanied to the ring my "Raging" Chino Chang. He is a UWC Developmental Talent, Deacon Cutler.
By now, Blade has reached the bottom of the ramp and is looking into the ring at Deacon. Blade walks up the steel steps and climbs between the middle ropes. He stands opposite Deacon as the bell rings. Immediately Blade rushes forward, swinging his cane. CRACK! Right over the head of Cutler. Cutler somehow manages to stay on his feet, but can't regain his balance. Blade swings again, CRACK! Cutler hits the mat hard. Blade drops the cane and mounts Cutler, laying into him with right fists to the forehead. Blade gets off of Cutler, pulling him to his feet. Blade whips Cutler at the ropes. Cutler bounces back. Cutler ducks Blades clothesline. Cutler bounces off the ropes. Cutler knocks Blade down with a clothesline. Cutler keeps on running. Cutler bounces off the ropes again. Cutler drops with a leg drop across Blades throat. Cutler quickly reaches his feet and climbs out side the ring, rooting under the ring for weapons.
Gary King: Blade dominating the early part of this match, but his momentum was stopped dead by a nice combination of moves by Deacon Cutler, a young talent currently competing in the UWC.
Harold Gunther IV Who cares where he is currently competing, why is he even here?
Gary King: Well, unlike FHT, ELITE is supportive of other federations, no matter how small they are.
Cutler pulls out a trashcan first and throws it into the ring. He then gets out two trash can lids and climbs back into the ring. Cutler drops one the lids and waits for the rising Blade to turn around. As he does, Cutler smashes the lid over Blades skull, leaving a dent in the lid. Blade staggers. Cutler smashes the lid over Blades skull again. Blade still doesn't go down. Cutler attempts a third hit but Blade punches the lid into the face of Cutler. Cutler falls to the ground holding his face while Blade grabs hold of his fist. Blade quickly recovers, going back on the attack with stomps. Blade drags Cutler to his feet. Blade fires off a quick snap suplex. Blade holds on and rolls back to his feet. Blade lifts Cutler up and drops him with a standing brain buster. Blade keeps hold of Cutler and rolls to his feet again. Blade lifts Cutler into the air. Blade drops Cutler on his face with a falling face buster.
Gary King: Impressive combination by Blade, who calls it the DisasterPlex.
Harold Gunther IV I’m more impressed at the fact Blade hasn’t broken his hand after slamming his fist into that trash can lid.
While all this is going on, Chino and Razor have simply been watching the match, cheering on their respective partner. Blade climbs out of the ring and roots around under the ring for some more weapons. He first pulls out a chair and throws it into the ring, narrowly missing the downed Cutler Blade then drags a table from out of the ring. He leaves the table outside the ring and slides back under the ropes as Cutler begins to rise to his knees. Blade quickly hits a running knee lift on Cutler, who tries to keep balance on his knees. Blade hits the ropes. Blade bounces back. Blade kicks Cutler in the face, who drops to his back. Blade picks up the trashcan and places it over the head of Cutler. Blade then picks up his cane. He points at the trashcan, getting a pop from the crowd. Blade swings the cane down onto the trashcan. SMASH! The sound echoes around the arena. Blade swings his cane again. SMASH! The trashcan compacts more under the force of the swing. Blade drops the cane on the floor and heads over to the turnbuckle. Blade ascends to the top rope. Blade leaps off with a devastating Shooting Star Press, landing dead onto the trashcan.
Gary King: Oh My God! Deacon cannot be conscious inside that trash can, after 2 cane shots AND a Shooting Star Press dead onto it.
Harold Gunther IV: This is more like it, pure unadulterated carnage, old school Blade at his finest.
Blade rolls out of the ring, holding his gut. Jay Daniels, the referee in this contest pulls the trashcan off of Cutlers head, making sure he is ok. Afterwards he slides out of the ring to check on Blade. Blade is on his knee, using the barrier for support. Daniels climbs back into the ring as Blade gets to his feet and slowly climbs back into the ring, holding his gut the whole time. Inside the ring, Cutler begins to stir. Blade grabs hold of Cutlers hair and drags him up onto his knees. Cutler quickly throws a halfhearted forearm into Blades gut. Blade drops to a knee, his gut still hurting from the Shooting Star. Cutler throws a right fist into Blade face, dropping him down onto both knees. Cutler gets a sudden second wind and rushes into the ropes. Cutler bounces off the ropes. Cutler hits Blade with a Shining Wizard. Blade goes down. Cutler drags Blade near the turnbuckle. Cutler climbs onto the apron and climbs to the top rope. He leaps off with a 540 Corkscrew Splash but Blade moves and Cutler hits the mat face first. Blade crawls over to where Cutler has landed and rolls him onto his back. Blade then locks in an Anaconda Vice.
Gary King: Cutler got a second wind, but it was caught dead by missing what was otherwise an impressive move, and what a submission hold Blade has locked onto Cutler right now, which is named, by Blade himself, The Hangover.
Harold Gunther IV: That cannot be pleasant, must be much worse than a normal hangover.
Blade continues to apply more pressure while Cutlers arms franticly wave around in the air. Before Blade realises, Chino climbs into the ring. Chino runs and lays a kick to the back of Blade, forcing him to release the hold. Blade quickly gets to his feet only to be met by a spinning roundhouse kick to the back of the skull. Blade falls to the mat. Razor climbs up onto the apron across the ring from Chino. Razor steps over the top rope as Chino waits in anticipation. As Razor gets in the ring Chino blasts Razor with another Roundhouse kick, but Razor barely staggers. Razor stands up straight but is met by another kick. Razor again barely staggers and straightens up. Razor yells and makes a strong man pose. Chino, now getting frustrated runs at the ropes. Chino bounces off the ropes. Chino attempts to barge Razor but is knocked off his feet by an earth-shattering clothesline.
Gary King: Damnit! Chino Chang, Deacon Cutlers tag team partner, just interfered in what was a great match so far.
Harold Gunther: Yeah, but I think Blade was expecting it and brought Razor out here, which made Chino as helpless as a little lapdog, I’m surprised his head didn’t come off.
Razor walks and checks on Blade, trying to revive him. Razor then concentrates on Chino, blasting him with hard stomps. Blade slides out from under the bottom rope and picks up the table. He slides it under the ring and follows after it. Razor whips Chino into the corner and helps Blade set up the table. Razor then lays a kick to the gut of Chino. Razor pulls Chino out of the corner, spinning him around. Razor climbs to the second rope and sits on top. Razor, with the assistance of Blade, lifts Chino up onto his shoulders. Blade quickly moves the table into position near Razor. Razor jumps off the top rope with a huge Sit Down Powerbomb, RIGHT THOUGH THE TABLE! The crowd start to chant ‘Holy Shit’ at the wreckage in the ring.
Gary King: My thoughts exactly, that was a Wrecking Ball right onto a table from the second rope, not pretty.
While Razor untangles himself from the wreckage, Blade grabs the steel-folding chair and sets it up in the middle of the ring. Blade lifts Cutler to his feet. Blade kicks Cutler in the gut, making him double over. Blade turns around, reaches behind him and hooks Cutlers arms. Blade spins his body, spinning Cutler as well. Blade then lifts Cutler into the air. Blade walks over to the chair and stands with his back to it, Cutler helpless held in the air. Blade drops Cutler with a Vertabreaker RIGHT ON THE CHAIR! Blade quickly covers Cutler. Daniels makes the count…. 1…2…3 ding ding ding
Erik Knights: The winner of this contest, by pinfall, Blade!!
Gary King: And its over, Blade wins with his trademarked Sky Driver right onto that chair, Cutler had no chance of kicking out after that.
Harold Gunther IV: I wouldn’t be surprised if we found out his neck was broken after taking that hit.
Blade gets to his feet and Daniels raises Blades arm in the air. Razor starts to clear the ring of bodies, throwing Cutler and Chino through the ropes. Razor climbs out the ring and grabs Erik Knight’s microphone, before climbing back into the ring. Razor hands the mic to Blade.
Blade: Wow, that was a good work out, just what I needed to get back into an arse kicking mood. So thank you Deacon. You know, maybe you should go get your neck checked out at the doctors, that’s got to hurt.
Deacon, now being helped up the ramp by referees, looks back at the ring, hand on the back of his neck, and glares at Blade with a pissed off look.
Blade: Deacon, calm down. You knew the risks getting into the ring with me. Anyway, lets get down to business. In 2 weeks is the ELITE vs. FHT PPV. So far not many matches have been announced, including any match I’m going to me in. So that got me thinking, how could I make an impact on the PPV show? I mean, I’ve been back 2 weeks now and I still haven’t seemed to have an effect on FHT. On the last edition of ELITE Evolution I showed up, smacked a few people with a cane and cost David his match. I would have thought that would have made an impact on FHT but nooo. Come Superstars I don’t even get my name mentioned, even after vowing to destroy every single FHT star that gets in my way. So I’ve been at home all week, thinking about how I can make a big impact on FHT, to get them to pay attention to me. I was sitting in my living room in my house, watching with big screen TV. I was watching The Wrestling Channel to try and find some inspiration, and an old match of mine, back from my HXWF days, was shown. It was a match against a guy called UK-Joe, or Joe E. Sharp, I can’t quite remember what name he was using back then, I had the TV on mute, my little boy was asleep in his pram right next to me, poor little guys having trouble sleeping and Sky was out with a few of her friends. Anyway, it was a match that, back then I was calling Blades Fun House. Let me run down the recipe. First, you take one typical Hell in a Cell structure. Then you add in some weaponry, hanging from the ceiling. Then you wrap the cell walls in barbed wire. And the only way to win was to knock your opponent out for a count of 10. So right now, I’m issuing an open challenge to anyone member on the FHT Roster. If you want to fight, then come fight. And hell, why don’t we spice this up a little bit. How about we put some barbed wire boards in the turnbuckles. And lets cover the floor outside of the ring with thumbtacks. Hell lets change the win conditions, you have to knock your opponent out for the count of 20. Now, lets see if any of you has the guts to face me. I am the Master of Disaster, making sure you leave in Plaster. Welcome, to the Chamber of Carnage.
Gary King:Well, Blade issued a challenge, but he seriously can’t be serious about competing in such a risky life shortening match, can he?
Harold Gunther IV: Your kidding me right, risky life shortening matches are Blades speciality, you should worry more about how many EMTs its going to need to peal his opponents carcass from the mat.
Blade drops the mic on the floor as his music hits. Blade picks up his abandoned cane and slides out of the ring. Razor steps over the top rope and follows Blade as he heads up the ramp. When Blade reaches the top he stops and lifts his cane into the air. Blade then lowers his cane and walks through the curtain, followed by Razor as always.
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Post by Mr. Ten Below on Apr 20, 2007 22:37:48 GMT -5
*scene fades in from the program, onto a pre-recorded commercial broadcast*
*we see Brad Baxter, entering what appears to be a back-area locker room of some sort, an extremely cheesy smile on his face*
Hi. I'm Brad Baxter, you might know me as the hip, young role-model face of Elite Wrestling- *he began to slowly walk in, and there was steam coming from the shower stalls* Now, -I'm- no expert- *obviously BB wasn't coached too well to the camera blocking or movement transitions because he was jerky and non-linear* But I -do know- alot about something. Something very personal. Body odor- *he nodded sagely, and walked a little further into the locker room* And after a grueling match, I like to smell good for all of my lady-type friends. And especially my wrestling brethren, cause- *he shrugged with a scoff and a smirking smile* -No one- wants to smell like a gym bag back here in the- *and before BB could finish, a nearly nude young woman, obviously one of Elite's low-card Female talents, screams 'GIRL'S LOCKER ROOM!' at the top of her lungs. BB is shocked, and flinched hard. a couple of other women, all with towels over them, begin to heard BB out of the locker room, and shove him out the door hard, close and lock the door. BB is seen blushing hard, but regains some of his composure, and lifts up what looks like aerosol body deodorant spray, with the word [glow=red,2,300]SPRUNT[/glow] across the face of it*
"Sprunt"...originally designed to be a feminine hygiene spray product, but- *he lifts an edge of his shirt, and gives his arm pits a few sprays* ...Works -great- for guys too. And -now-, there's also new 'XL Sprunt'! With a double-concentrated formula for those -really tough- smells...and I think you know what I mean, guys- *he nodded sagely again, and a creepy smile spread across his face, and he winked. the locations of Sprunt, and Sprunt products, flashed on the bottom of the screen, before the commercial faded to black, with BB saying just before the audio was cut "Feels kind of like a lady's foot in my armpit...all silky and smooth"*
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Post by The F'N Legend Lbm on Apr 21, 2007 8:51:23 GMT -5
DIJON SPEAKS
We cut to a darkened set were Dijon "Lbm" Harte is sitting on a stool before the camera dressed in normal every day street clothes and not Lbm gimmicked clothes.
"My name is Deon Hart - you guys know me as Lbm. I'll make this real brief as to not take up any more time of your enjoyment of ELITE Evolution in association with FHT. Just over a month ago without the consent of anyone in ELITE or more importantly the consent of anyone in FHT - I took it upon myself to burn down the FHT Arena.
I would like to apologise for this act. I acted alone and despite it looking like other ELITE wrestlers were involved - they had no prior information of this and acted only under direct orders from myself and were not indeed given the option of turning down this proposal which in retrospect I believe most if not all of them would.
This past two months - we have created one of the most interesting scenarios both in ELITE and in FHT. We have revitalised both federations given new guys the oppurtunity to shine and given older guys a much need career revival. Right now we are living in one of the greatest times of any of our careers.
The night I burned down the FHT Arena I put all the hard work of everyone in jepordary! The night I burned down the FHT Arena I almost single handedly brought two both federations and to be honest had it not been for the forgiveness of those involved in this project - I believe this war would not have continued.
To those affected by this directly I am humly sorry. To those who took offence to it and were apart of it though not neccessarily happy with their involvement - I again say sorry. Thank you for this time and thank you for jour continued support of ELITE Evolution!
Thank you!"
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Post by The F'N Legend Lbm on Apr 21, 2007 10:11:15 GMT -5
PRE-RECORDED TWO DAYS AGO...[/color] The scene changes as we cut to New York outside the site of were the FHT Arena used to be before it was burnt down. Sh!thead Ted is standing there with a construction hat on that reads "LBM CONSTRUCTION" as he smiles into the camera.[/color] SH!Thead Ted: I am here standing outside the site of where the FHT Arena used to stand. Burnt too a crisp weeks ago by ELITE's own Lbm, the site was due to be sold off for appartments - that was until Lbm using some of the money left to him by his late aunt Lily - decided to buy up the land and rebuild the FHT Arena! Lbm... Lbm: Well Ted obviously I've felt immensely guilty since blowing up the FHT Arena. Many are calling it the worst thing I've ever done. Well to prove just how sorry I am - I decided that I would buy the property for the second time (I used to own it back when it was Puppy Palace) and rebuild it bigger and better than ever. LBM CONSTRUCTION have been working here morning and night for the past three weeks and I am delighted to say that after extensive time and money - the FHT Arena just this morning was finished! Ted would you like to take a look at the all new - "LILY MEMORIAL FHT ARENA". SH!Thead Ted: Wow... Lbm this looks amazing! It must be a world record for the quickest construction in history - I mean back in the UK - its took almost five years to build Wembley Stadium again - but you've managed to re-build the FHT Arena in three weeks! Lbm: As you can see Ted no expense was spared in makin this place. Now FHT once again has a home for their twice monthly television show were Trippy P and friends can wrestle their matches against each other. As you look here standing outside at the parking lot were Satan arrives in his hummer every show - you can see that we actually have given him his own special parking space! Located beside his parking space is the NHT's operating grounds which now have this funky new wrestling ring we had sent to them last week. I don't think "Sick" Nick is about today though. Wait a minute there's Mister Monday Night... Mister Monday Night - hey!!! Mister Monday Night: Hey Lbm... Lbm: How you finding the new wrestling ring son? Mister Monday Night: It's great Lbm! Really really great. Everyone loves it... Espically the new outdoors porta potty you provided for us. It means now instead of peeing in that bush over there - we can go somewhere and have some privacy - thank you sir. Thank you very much! Lbm: And what about The Statue... What he think of his present? Mister Monday Night: He loves Mrs Statue. Look at them both standing there together! They adore each other - I don't think it'll be two long before we hear the pitter patter of little tiny statue feet! Lbm: Hey Mister Monday Night - I got one more thing for you... Ted your guys getting a shot of this...? SH!Thead Ted: Yeah we're on it... Lbm goes into a brief case and pulls out a velvet bag... The camera zooms on it as Lbm removes a BRAND NEW CHAMPIONSHIP BELT from the velvet bag and hands it to Mister Monday Night![/color] Lbm: Congratulations Mister Monday Night - you are now the very first NHT Champion!!! Ted come on I'll take you inside and show you around... ....................................................... We cut inside to Lbm and SH!Thead Ted both standing in the showers. Both men appear to be naked but we can only see them from the waist up as they are showering rather comiclly!SHIThead Ted: These showers are excellent Lbm! The water pressure is so intense - ideal for them aches and pains and the water is nice and hot!!! Lbm: Of course it is Ted. These showers themselves cost me thousands. But I bought them just to prove how sorry I am to Keith Williams and Trippy P! This new FHT Arena will be amazing for them. Hahaha - just imagine at the end of an episode of FHT Superstars - all the guys standing here showering together. Just don't drop the soap if Trippy P's about!!! SH!Thead Ted: Tie me kangaroo down sport - tie me kangaroo down!!! Kristin Ricci: Hey Lbm... These showers uni-sex??? Lbm: Um... Hey Ted - gone give us a few minutes alone would you? SH!Thead Ted: I see you in 3 or 4 minutes then??? Lbm: So Kristin... Wanna see my WWE pictures??? ................................................... We cut to moments later were Lbm and SH!Thead Ted are in commissioner Keith William's new office. There are pictures of Satisfaction around the room. There is also a picture of Victoria Williams (Keith's mother is Victoria Williams) on the wall!!! A huge plasma television screen on the wall and Keith's lovely leather couch.[/color] SH!Thead Ted: Lbm I'm confused... You hate Keith Williams I thought - after all he did steal the ELITE Undisputed Championship from ELITE! Why spend so much money on Keith's new office here at the FHT Arena? Lbm: I told you before Ted. I feel so guilty about that fire that I really wanna make it up to the FHT. So I bought this new office all for commissioner Keith Williams. Look at the pictures of Satisfaction on the wall - she was the hornies girl Keith ever spoke to online so naturally he'd want pictures of Trish Stratus in her memory on his wall! SH!Thead Ted: Looking at the pictures of Keith's mum there Lbm... Reminds me - do you have the website address for her??? Lbm: www.geocities.com/bobbelicious/Victoria.htmlSH!Thead Ted: Hey does Keith have any interesting dvds or videos there??? Lbm: He sure does (never one to miss a chance to recycle an old gag)! I'll try this random video on and see what's on it... Lbm puts the video in and hilariously we are witnessed the now infamous Keith William/Satisfaction sex tape. Keith lies on the bed tied with leather straps as Satisfaction gets on top of him... Next thing we see former FHT superstar Edgecutioner crawling on the bed coming towards Keith Williams purring...[/color] ..................................................... We cut from there to later in the day were Lbm and SH!Thead Ted are standing in the newly built FHT Hall of Fame section of the arena. The old Hall of Fame section of the arena had been lucky in that only part of it had been burnt in the fire. So many of the plaques and memoribillia were fine.[/color] SH!Thead Ted: We're standing now here in the FHT Hall of Fame situated in the west wing here in the FHT Arena. Its actually quite an impressive part of the building. On the wall we have the plaques and many pictures of the various members of the FHT Hall of Fame. Sadly some of the pictures and plaques were burnt and have been replaced! Lbm: Yeah unfortunately Trippy P's, Stone Cold's and David's plaques didn't survive the fire. But well we got replacement ones that my mate did up on Microsoft Word and then laminated and we put them up!!! All clouds do have a silver lining though as mine, _the j-man's and Venoms' all survived! Quite cool that the three most deserving survived!!! SH!Thead Ted: You also took it upon yourself to induct several new members to the FHT Hall of Fame didn't you? Lbm: I figured no one had been inducted in a while so yeah I thought I'd get some new names up. So if you'll look at the wall you'll see all the new members of the FHT Hall of Fame as inducted by Lbm!!! SH!Thead Ted: "Sick" Nick... good one! ULSTER... another good choice. Reverend Daddy Joe... a legend (of course all these guys really good friends of yours). We move on - theres... The Awaken Half has been inducted! Lbm's Favorite Aunt Lily has been inducted! Suppose it was her money that paid for the rebuilding! Who's that? Eitthan - your son has been inducted! Oh and so too has your son John! Your first twp wives Trish and Sammy have been inducted. Your mother? Lbm's mother who appeared on a few episodes of Superstars way back! And Anne Robinson from the weakest link has been inducted into the celebirty wing!!! Some fine choices!!! Lbm: Some would even say these inductions are more deserving than the original inductions!!! ............................................. Much later we see Lbm and SH!Thead Ted as they are standing in the centre of the new FHT ring in the empty arena. They look out over the empty seats were no doubt many crowds will soon flock!!![/color] SH!Thead Ted: Lbm this has undoubtably been a great day. This new LILY MEMORIAL FHT ARENA is definitely a tremendous building! I now 100% believe you are so sorry for burning down the FHT Arena without premission! Any closing words? Lbm: Not really Ted. I'd just like to again say to Trippy P and Keith Williams and indeed everyone else that I am so sorry for burning down the old FHT Arena - and I hope they take this new building as going someway to redeeming myself!!!
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Post by tpc on Apr 22, 2007 16:06:13 GMT -5
[The camera cuts to a darking area some where in the area as it searches threw the darkness as you can hear The Peep's Champ talking] The Peep's Champ: The sound of a chair as it connects to someones skull sends a chill threw out my body brings a smile up on my face not many things do that anymore [The camera continues searching threw the darkness as it follows The Peep's Champ voice that increases with ever step the camera man takes] The Peep's Champ: When your life goes to the darkness before the darkness there's one moment of light when everything seems clear and the other side it seems so near I should have perished that day the Reaper should have collected my soul for the sins that I made but he choose to let me live because he knew the pain that I would feel was deserving [The camera continues to move threw out the darkness as The Peep's Champ voice gets near] The Peep's Champ: Have you ever felt that ever bullet in the chamber is just another blank that ever cut is just another scar that ever way out turns out to be just another painful moment of life [The camera finally reaches the end of the darkness into a little shade of light and you can now see The Peep's Champ ahead as he continues to talk]The Peep's Champ: Death is a punishment to some to some a gift and to many a favor but men fear death as if unquestionably its the greatest evil and yet no man knows that it may be the greatest good I do not fear death it's the stake one puts up in order to play the game of life and simply I'm done playing this game [The camera man walks around to the front of The Peep's Champ as he continues to talk showing that he is holding a bent chair that appears to be the same chair that he nailed NIN Horror with] The Peep's Champ: NIN Horror I came after you I nailed you in the head with a chair your skull meet steel why no its not because of the war that is happen around us its because you are a fake you wear the Daredevil Championship as if you have no fears that is what it means right but I insure you that you have fears that your not willing to go to the same limits as me because for me 6 feet isn't so far down The Peep's Champ: NIN Horror I "DARE" you to try to prove me wrong I "DARE" you to step in the ring with me I "DARE" you to go to the limits that I'm willing to at "Hell Freezes Over" because I am F'N HARDCORE PERIOD [The camera fades to black][/b][/center][/i]
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Post by "Sick" Nick™ on Apr 22, 2007 17:52:03 GMT -5
Elite Evolution comes back from break, following Sally Wilson as she walks through the arena hallway. Sally walks up to a door, knocks on it and opens it to enter. As the door opens, there is “Sick” Nick sitting and a comfortable leather couch with three lovely ladies.
Sally Wilson: I hope you are enjoying your time here?
“Sick” Nick: How could I not be? Especially with these lovely Page Three Girls here.
Sally Wilson: Well, I think if you sign that contract, you’ll get the same ever week!
“Sick” Nick: You can’t complain about that.
Sally Wilson: Well, I have another surprise for you. I know how much you like competition, so I have some waiting for you in the ring right now. Maybe these fine young women will escort you to the ring?
The women get up, grab Nick’s hand motion with their fingers to follow them. Meanwhile, the camera goes back to ring side where the ring announcer is waiting.
Erik Knights: The following contest is sanctioned by the NHT, and is an NHT Rules Match! Introducing first, the challenger… BRAD BAXTER ! ! !
Baxter raises a fist into the air to a few cheers and a few jeers. But that is cut off as “Down With The Sickness” by Disturbed hits the speakers and the England fans erupt! One of the Page Three Girls opens up the curtain for “Sick” Nick as the other two escort him out onto the stage, both arm by arm. Nick gives a wave to the crowd as he is escorted down the ramp and to the ring. As the four reach the ring, Nick waves his hand and allows the women to walk up the steps first. As the last is walking up the steps, Nick lowers his head and takes a peek under the very, very, short skirt. Nick looks into the camera and gives a satisfying smirk just before he runs up the steps. The Ref and “Sick” Nick lower the bottom rope and lift the middle rope so the women can enter the ring, followed by Nick hopping through the ropes.
Erik Knights: And his opponent… “SICK” NICK ! ! !
All three women give Nick a kiss on the check before he helps them back out of the ring. Much to the dismay of the crowd, the Page Three Girls head to the back. The bell rings and this NHT sanctioned match is underway.
Gary King: I can’t believe it. Elite once again gets to see “Sick” Nick in an Elite ring. Set your recorders folks, because this will be a good one!
Harold Gunther IV: Indeed it will Gary. And there is no wonder why Elite is pursing this great athlete.
“Sick” Nick and Brad Baxter circle each other. Nick takes a swing at Baxter, but he slides out of the ring before it can hit him. Baxter points to his head with a smile and shakes his head no. Baxter goes under the ring and pulls out a kendo stick. Baxter slides a kendo stick to Nick and follows it in with one of his own. Nick and Baxter circle each other again. Nick takes a swing at Baxter with the stick, but Brad Baxter puts up his kendo stick to block it. “Sick” Nick whacks the stick out of Baxter’s hands, as Baxter just stares at Nick. “Sick” Nick gives a little smile, and then takes another swing, striking Baxter right between the eyes with the kendo stick. Baxter stumbles back and falls flat on his back. Nick points to his head with a smile and shakes his head yes.
Harold Gunther IV: Ha ha, Nick showed him there.
Nick takes the stick and starts to swing at Brad Baxter. With each whack, Baxter rolls out of the way.
Gary King: Look at the agility that is being displayed in the ring.
Nick takes another swing at Baxter, and Baxter rolls out of the way again. But this time Baxter hits a drop toehold on Nick, dropping him face first into the mat. Baxter quickly floats over Nick and locks him into a front headlock. Nick gets up to his feet quickly and sends a stiff punch to Baxter’s ribs, making Baxter release the hold. Nick quickly twists Baxter’s arm around, locking him up into a wristlock. Baxter reverses it into an over the top wristlock, which is quickly reversed back into a wristlock by Nick again.
Crowd: NHT!!! NHT!!! NHT!!!
Gary King: What a great show of respect by these fans for the great display of technical wrestling by these two.
Brad Baxter is throwing his free elbow around to try to get out of the hold, but it doesn’t help. Baxter charges at the turnbuckle, ducking between the second and third rope, and sending Nick face first into the top turnbuckle. Nick stumbles back a bit and Baxter picks up the kendo stick. Baxter takes a swing at Nick, but Nick ducks it. Nick grabs the kendo stick and gives Baxter a side Russian Leg Sweep with the kendo stick pressed against Baxter’s neck. Baxter grabs the back of his head as Nick heads to the outside and underneath the ring.
Gary King: Hmm… I wonder what Nick is going to get now.
Nick pulls out a piece of plywood with barbwire all over it. The fans cheer as Nick slides it into the ring and follows in right after it. Nick sets it up in the corner and taunts Brad Baxter to get up. As Baxter gets to his feet and turns around, Nick tackles him straight into the barbwire filled plywood, snapping it into two. Nick hooks Baxter’s leg amongst the tangled mess and waits for a count. The ref quickly slides in to make the count, but Baxter pops his shoulder up after a one count.
Gary King: What a vicious tackle there.
Harold Gunther IV: Yea, he planted him into that barbwire mess good!
Nick gets up and looks around for some more hardcore fun. Meanwhile Brad Baxter slowly gets to his feet and picks up a piece of the broken plywood. Baxter cracks the piece of plywood in two over Nick’s head. Nick stumbles around a little as Baxter grabs his head and hits a big time Neckbreaker onto the barbwire. Baxter hops to the outside, grabs a beer bottle out of a fan’s hand and smashes it over Nick’s head as he is getting up.
Harold Gunther IV: Oh man, he’s going to pay for that one. No really, he should pay that fan for his beer!
Brad Baxter slides to the outside again and grabs a chair, then slides back in. As he does, he is met by ref. The ref, forgetting the rules of an NHT Rules Match, starts to scold Baxter for grabbing the chair. The ref continues to lecture him about it while Nick is up on his hands and knees. Nick quickly rolls up Baxter and the ref goes for the count.
Jay Daniels: One… Two… Thr…
Baxter kicks out.
Gary King: Whoa, Baxter almost lost there with the confusion from the ref.
Harold Gunther IV: Yea, it was a close one, but Baxter just gets his shoulder up.
Nick and Brad Baxter both get to their feet at the same time. They begin to exchange punch for punch. After a few punches, Nick starts to get the advantage. Nick throws one more punch that sends Baxter reeling backwards. Nick hits a hard clothesline that takes Baxter down hard. Nick then grabs the chair and taunts Baxter to get up again. Baxter grabs onto the ropes and slowly pulls himself up to his feet. As Nick swings the chair, Baxter ducks and the chair hits the ropes, snaps back and whacks Nick right into the face. Nick stumbles back a bit and Baxter charges. Nick, a split second before Baxter tackles him into the turnbuckle, side steps him and slings him into the corner. Baxter smacks into the turnbuckle and bounces back.
Harold Gunther IV: Wow, what a quick recover!
Gary King: Yea, Nick just got out of the way and turn what could have been a match ending move into a momentum turner!
“Sick” Nick sends a stiff kick into Brad Baxter’s abdomen and quickly snaps his head into the steel chair with a Snap DDT!
Crowd: NHT… NHT… NHT…
Nick quickly goes for the cover.
Jay Daniels: One… Two… Thre…
A huge groan comes from the crowd as Baxter just gets his shoulder up.
Gary King: NO! Baxter just gets out of it before the three count!
Harold Gunther IV: No, we need to get someone down here to help Trippy.
Nick goes for the cover again.
Jay Daniels: One… Two…
Baxter kicks out again. “Sick” Nick gets up and taunts Baxter to get up. He taunts him and taunts him again. As Brad Baxter gets up to his feet, Nick spins him around, kicks him in the stomach and locks him up in a Side Gutwrench.
Harold Gunther IV: Is this it!?!
Nick lifts Baxter up onto his shoulder, gets a head of steam and flings him off onto the barbwire mess. Baxter hits the mess and Nick quickly goes for the pin.
Jay Daniels: One… Two… Three!
Erik Knights: Winner of this match . . . “SICK” NICK ! ! !
Gary King: What a match!
Harold Gunther IV: Yes it was Gary. Damn, I hope Nick signs that contract soon. I mean to call matches like this every week will be an honor!
Gary King: Yes it will Harold. Yes it will.
“Down With The Sickness” plays again as Nick’s hand is raised. The show goes to commercial as the ref helps Brad Baxter out of the barbwire.
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juncojunky
Junior Member
... The Anarchist ...
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Post by juncojunky on Apr 22, 2007 18:42:05 GMT -5
***Camera flickers, face-first, directly in front of a head on Junco. Pepsi bottle in hand, blending in perfectly with his deep - baby blue sports coat, the Anarchist walks along through the hallow halls of the NEC Arena.*** With an awkward smile The Junky One eyed the camera suspiciously.
Previously walking out "Big" Dick Morris, giving a hand, and showing himself, Junco had already done what he was booked for. Yet it appeared that the camera man was leading him instead of the other way around. He merely enjoyed the stride, and followed - he had obviously missed the spotlight.
Turning the corner, the Junky had bumped into a rather familiar figure..
Lbm: Junco!
Snickering slightly, Junco had previously seen the Kristin Ricci interviews. Almost compelled to pester, he resisted. Slightly perturbed at the moment, however - Junco nodded and responded.
Junco: Hey ... How's it goin
Lbm: I was wondering if you'd come back - We were dropping numbers a couple months back, ya know? Wrestlers, Managers, Ratings - All we had were too many damn referee's..
Junco: Well, Yea - but I'm not really back I'm just
Lbm|Junco: Under Contract
Lbm: Ohh .. Oh-ho .. We know, trust me - We Know.
You caused quite a stir with that promo last week. A little personal wasn't it? Calling out some people's names? Making Elite look like the uber enemy?
Junco: Listen, Dijon - I did what I had to do. That's the difference between your Junco Junky and your "Big" Dick Morris .. I'm not that nice. I'm not a happy person. I don't get emotionally inclined, and I don't particularly find the same sex attractive. I don't fuck around. I say my two cents, and let others get along with the show..
Speaking of which, I thought I was done after 8:00? I'm not breaking contract am I?
Lbm: You're fine, don't worry about it - but listen, what's up? You know and I know this isn't going to happen forever.
Junco: Really? You and I know this, too?
Lbm: Okay, perhaps we've overused my WWE picture gag a "wee" too much .. but there's a good lesson in those pictures. It's History, Junco, History repeats itself.
We got Sting and the NWO, We've got CM Punk and the New Breed, and we've got every single wrestler under the indie circuit. They eventually favor one over the other. You can't change that!
There's also a thing called era's they too eventually have to --
Junco: Okay, Okay, I get it. I get your point. Eventually a decision is going to have to be made in order for me to stay with one federation or the other, correct?
Lbm: Correct
Junco: And eventually, that contracts is going to turn more into a commitment, correct?
Lbm: Correct
.... Hmph ....
Lbm: Junco, it really isn't that hard. If you ju--
Junco: What?! What?! Lbm, If you are seriously going to tell me what a hard decision is don't preach it, for god sakes - tell it?! You were Mr. Fucking Fht! Now .. No offense... your at the bottom of the hill. You've sunk, buddy - Maybe you should tell me how to do a --
SMACK! Oww! What 'da Fuck?! You just hit me!
Lbm: Remember what you said, I was ... Which is far more than you've ever been. Remember Junco, we've been real quiet about your time with Elite, considering what you've done. You had potential boy, and you still do ... Count your blessings, shapen up - and remember your history in both rings as well.
Oh, And don't be so damn cocky - kid.
Eyebrows bent a low "V" shape, Junco Junky watches Lbm walk out of the camera angle. Holding his rosy red cheek sternly, he keep his eye on the man, as another figure approaches..
Fat Tony: Hey, has anybody talk to you about joining up with FHT again?
Turning violently to the chubbs
Junco: Shut your pie hole, you fuckin' marshmallow!
Walking out in the direction that Lbm had headed, The Junky One filed out in a fist of fury. The Veteran's exit had darkened, right as the segment ended. *** Lights blacking out, Cameras turning off, Elite quickly shot to a commercial break...***
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