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Post by Former FHT Employee Daniel Ice on Mar 3, 2009 7:47:07 GMT -5
Monday, March 2ND, 2009 Live from the FHT Arena-------------------- __________________________________________________________FHT/ELITE TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIPS AND FHT HARDCORE TITLETag Team MatchLbm [c] and Dark Angel
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Max Venom and Partner [c]__________________________________________________________ALSO TONIGHT...THE RETURN OF THE SATAN SHOWFeaturing Satan & Conan O'BrienTHE DEBUT OF THE "FROM THE MIND OF DARK ANGEL"A Live Review of FHT/ELITE?!ASH STRIFE IN CHARGE!Ash cashes in his contract tonight!__________________________________________________________ALSO FEATURINGFHT UNDISPUTED CHAMPION - Soul Reaper
ELITE HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION - Trippy P
FHT/ELITE GENERAL MANAGER - Keith Williams
NIN Horror
Andre Roussimoff
Nightmare
Crusher Casey
Red Ninja
Ace Andrews
& Many More...
_____________________________________________________________________________- C O M M E N T A T O R S - Gary King, A-Damn Hater and Wally Wilson Wally Wilson: Welcome to a packed FHT Arena tonight for what promises to be a blockbuster Legacy! I'm Wally Wilson, alongside Gary King and A-Damn Hater, and tonight's main event deals with the fallout from last week, where Venom seemingly orchestrated an attack on Lbm! Tonight, Max and a partner of his choosing will put the Tag Titles on the line against Lbm and Dark Angel, with the F'n Legend Lbm putting his own FHT Hardcore belt up as well! Gary King: Also tonight, we've got the return of the Satan Show, a debut of something called "From The Mind Of Dark Angel" and Ash Strife will be cashing in his contract to control FHT/ELITE for the night! The next couple of hours might be the most unpredictable in this company's history! A-Damn Hater: Also, we should hopefully hear from Trippy P, who at the end of Legacy was challenged for his ELITE Heavyweight Title by NIN Horror. We also should have more word on how Keith Williams' purchase of Red Ninja's trademarks have affected the talented wrestler's life. Stay tuned, this show promises to be off-the-charts!
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Post by Max Venom on Mar 3, 2009 8:43:47 GMT -5
After the camera pans through the screaming fans to open this Legacy, we cut to the back and its Max Venom walking down the corridor, smirking, a FHT/ELITE Tag Team Championship belt over each shoulder, cigarette in his mouth. Suddenly, he pauses, hearing the sound of approaching footsteps, and someone calling his name. Venom turns around to see Harold Gunther IV, ELITE's backstage interviewer chasing him, microphone in hand. Harold Gunther IV: Max... A few... questions... if... I can...Harold is obviously out of breath from chasing Venom and takes a few moments to suck in air, as Venom watches, amused. Max Venom: Harold, first of all, I'd like to thank you. Seriously, shake my hand, you fat tub of crap.Venom seizes Harold's hand and squeezes hard, making Gunther squirm in pain. Venom fakes looking puzzled for a moment, and then opens his hand to reveal another lit cigarette in it and a nasty-looking burn mark on Harold's hand. Max Venom: Forgot about that, my bad. Anyway, thank you. Your desire to fulfil your own curiosity about my motives tonight just cost your company another couple of grand. Appearance bonus, you know, I appear on this show once, doing anything from delivering another show-best promo to talking about my favourite sports teams, and FHT/ELITE management adds a bit more to my weekly paycheck. And hell, don't forget I'm wrestling tonight as well! I'm going to be raking it in...The fans start booing back in the arena and Max just laughs and pats Harold on the back, hard. Max Venom: That's the beauty of signing a guaranteed contract with a company moments before it slides away from the glory days and into the pits of bankruptcy. While I'm sure all those FHT and ELITE “legends” took pay cuts to help keep this place going, and the newer talent had no choice but to accept losing a sizeable percentage of their wage, my shrewd business sense has catapulted me to earning the biggest contract currently in FHT/ELITE... Anyway, you had some questions, Harold?Harold pauses, reflecting on his mistake, but ultimately decides the damage has been done and to press onwards. Harold Gunther IV: Max, tonight you'll be facing the team of Lbm and Dark Angel, former tag team champions in their own right and two ELITE stars, with both your FHT/ELITE Tag Team Championships and Lbm's own FHT Hardcore Championship on the line. Do you think you stand any chance tonight?
Max Venom: ...You naïve, moronic little puppet. You came all that way to ask me such a stupid question? I wouldn't have taken the damn match if I didn't think I stood a chance! Lbm has a real talent, he's a first-class bullshitter. I've seen his type before, twisting facts and figures in order to make himself look good. Now, don't get me wrong, its hardly a bad talent to have in the wrestling business, but tonight, you'll see me end the myth that Lbm was ever a wrestler of my calibre. He's old, washed-up and desperately falling back on old memories to help support the insanely flawed argument that he's some kind of legend.A large “Lbm!” chant starts up back in the arena. There's a quick cut to ringside, where some passionate FHT/ELITE fans have created a large banner with the words “Lbm: The Fucking Legend” on it, and are waving it frantically in response to Venom's words. Max Venom: And as for Dark Angel... Really? I want to take you back to last year, to one of the shows we did at the end of 2008. It shouldn't be that hard to find, there were only like four of them. Go watch a soulless machine of destruction that crippled his best friend, Blade, and sent me through an announcer's table. Instead of coming back with that same intensity or aggression, he's come back as some glorified clown, a wild little shooter with no actual backbone! And you know what? Those two guys are considered two of the best in ELITE! That's sickening and tonight, things are going to change. By the end of the night, every single arrogant, self-serving asshole in this company is going to recognise and respect the name of Max Venom.Venom pauses, smile gone, staring into the camera, before taking a deep breath and grabbing the cameraman. Harold Gunther IV: Max, what are you doing?
Max Venom: How can things change if no one is made aware? I need the camera. You, however, have completely served your purpose and you have five seconds to get out of my sight before I make an example out of you... 1... 2...Harold goes spiriting into the opposite direction. The cameraman starts shaking a little as Max grabs him by the collar and leads him towards his destination... The “newbie” locker-room...
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Post by Max Venom on Mar 3, 2009 8:52:45 GMT -5
The “newbie” locker-room, as it is known backstage, houses the wrestlers who have only been with the company for a short bit, either newcomers entirely, ones who have for whatever reason failed to make an impact or the recently returned. Currently, there's a whole bunch of wrestlers either getting changed out of street clothes, doing warm-ups, casually chatting and just generally hanging about. There's a loud thud on the door and Max Venom arrives, his cameraman in tow. Max Venom: Hello, my brothers in arms! I brought a guest!Attention is immediately turned towards Max Venom, grinning almost insanely. Notable faces in the locker-room include Ash Strife and partner, Crusher Casey, former ELITE Champion, Ace Andrews, recently returned stars, Nightmare and Trey Spruance, newcomer Andre Roussimoff and associated jobber talents like Gavin A. Young, Brad Baxter and Team Amerika. Max Venom: Before I begin, I'd like to conduct a quick survey. How many of you guys have your own action figure? Go on, don't be shy, put your hand up.Casey raises a massive arm in the air, and both Ash Strife and Ace Andrews give non-committal answers, suggesting delays in production and recent character changes in muttered responses. Max Venom: Fun fact, FHT/ELITE just released their seventh “Sick” Nick action figure. Fully movable hardcore fun for all the family! A guy who's been retired for about a year got an action figure ahead of pretty much all of us in this locker-room... Another question, who's got their own t-shirt?Ace and Max himself put their hands up, Max shrugging a little afterwards. Nightmare takes a seat on a locker-room bench, eyes fixed on Venom. Max Venom: You know, a few days ago I went on Google and found this “Lbm Superfan”, which I guess is the definition of “virgin for life”. He's apparently collected every single shirt that this company has produced of Lbm over the years. They're pinned to his wall, they're filling his closet, they're covering his bed... He estimated his collection at over a hundred or so.There's a sharp whistle from the back of the assembling crowd in front of Venom, who has obviously done the calculations about how much such a collection would cost. Max Venom: One last little question... How many of you guys have appeared on the front of a DVD for this company, or a PPV poster, or headlining the publicity stills, or on that old FHT/ELITE magazine before that stopped publishing... How many of you have been treated, even for a second, like genuine stars by this company?Silence hits the locker-room. People start turning their heads towards each other, looking for some reassurance. Max Venom: ...Exactly. If you aren't an old-timer here, if you don't have a legacy that stretches back for years and years, if you weren't here before the companies were separate entities or hell, weren't here when there was just FHT... You are nothing to the people upstairs, the people that whether you like it or not, control your destiny in this company. They'd rather take a chance that Lbm will come up with some original material this time around than try something new. They'd rather give a proven flaker, Dark Angel, another shot at the top than try something new. They'd rather bring back relics from the past, no matter how relevant or interesting they fail to be to the modern audience, than try something new. They'd rather keep the title scene the exact same as five years ago than try something new... You see a pattern here?There's a couple of guys nodding in agreement with Max's sentiments. His audience is now watching with undivided attention, focusing on every word. Max Venom: This company needs fresh blood. It craves it, and at the top sit a bunch of past-their-prime wrestlers clinging onto that top spot. They don't respect anyone in this room, but they demand respect from us. You saw it when Lbm took Trey last week into our space, and trashed up the place, while his little buddy Angel took potshots at us. They took your wages so they could keep financing their private locker-rooms and top rides to the arena. They took your rightful places as merchandise sellers so they could have that bit extra in their back pockets. They'd leave each and every one of you broken, battered, penniless, lying on the streets with no job, no home and no hope in order to stay on top of this federation for that bit longer!Venom pauses, having let himself get riled up. He slowly starts to approach some of the wrestlers standing there in turn. Max Venom: Ash Strife, they retired your TV Title because you were getting somewhere with it. They brought in out-of-shape ex-“stars” to compete with you at FHT VI, because they didn't want to risk losing to you and letting you live at their level... And tonight, you've got the power. Think about that.
Crusher Casey, you've been here for years now, and still they've never shown you the respect a man of your stature and power deserves. You could decimate this company with your bare hands, and yet, here you are once again, not on the card and sitting backstage, doing nothing.
Ace Andrews, FHT VI was never about Trippy P vs. Ace Andrews, it was about that fake friction between the Unholy Alliance. In your own title defence, you were made to play about fifth fiddle to all the FHT guys they could drag up, so they could then claim afterwards that you had failed as a champion.
Nightmare, last week you put out an open challenge to any man backstage... And they snubbed you. Let's face it, there were a bunch of guys sipping their expensive drinks in their luxury locker-rooms, doing absolutely nothing on that show, and they didn't have the balls or the respect for you to face you on your return.
Andre Roussimoff, last week Lbm undermined your debut hype by deliberately bringing his fight here and showcasing you on FHT/ELITE television. You've barely got your foot in the door and already the top guys are trying to sabotage your career!
And Trey, last week you took Lbm on and he gave you no respect. He had his buddy pull commentary just to mock you, he repeatedly referred to you as a rookie or a nobody... And he attempted to end your career here in your first night back, by slamming you head-first into the concrete.Some of the guys look hyped or angry, while others manage to keep a neutral expression, despite the internal battle going on in their head. Max Venom: Tonight, do yourself and this company a favour. Seize the moment, take the opportunity and smash through that glass ceiling they've constructed to keep the most unappreciated talents in FHT/ELITE down! I don't have to name names, I'm sure all of you know exactly which guys are helping to maintain that status quo, and all I ask tonight is you do your part to help change that. Pick a target, and don't just tell him what you're gonna do... Go out and do it. Set this company on fire, so that we force their hand, and the management finally goes... with something new.Venom suddenly turns around and strides right out of the locker-room, leaving the talent inside thinking over his words and their position. The cameraman staggers out of the locker-room, as Legacy goes to commercial.
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Post by Trey Spruance on Mar 3, 2009 11:18:22 GMT -5
Back from commercial, we see Trey Spruance has left the lockeroom and is standing in front of an FHT/Elite poster with Shalonda for an inverview.
Shalonda: Trey Spruance, what exactly made you return to FHT/Elite after all this time?
Trey: Why the hell not?
Shalonda: Well, yes, but was there a reason?
Trey: Not really. I came, I saw, and I got in a fight.
Shalonda: Right… So what exactly do you want to achieve here?
Trey: I want to prove I’m good. I want to prove I can win. I won’t mention them here, but every other promotion I’ve been involved in I’ve never managed, as of yet, to get anywhere. So why not try somewhere else? I know I CAN do it, it’s just a matter of when and how.
Shalonda: What about what Max Venom was saying earlier in the lockeroom?
Trey: I get his point and everything, but what exactly can we do about it? I mean, sure I’ve always been one to take the bull by the horns… Fuck it…
Trey starts walking off.
Shalonda: Where are you going? Trey!?
The camera follows Trey as he heads to LBM’s lockeroom and kicks down the door.
LBM: What the fuck?
Trey: Fuck you!
Trey jumps at LBM and starts going nuts with his fists, however, LBM been a veteran gets the upper hand and grabs Trey’s wrist, followed by a headbutt that sends him reeling.
LBM: You got a lot of nerve busting in here like that, what if I’d been getting changed?
Trey is rubbing his forehead where he was headbutted.
Trey: Didn’t think of that.
LBM: You’re fucking crazy.
Trey: I aint…. Max Venom said…
LBM: Has that clown been putting ideas in you’re head?
Trey: He said your taking us new guys for a ride.
LBM: So what if we are?
Trey: That’s it!
Trey grabs LBM’s own title and takes a swing but LBM ducks and kicks Trey in the gut, followed by a clubbing blow to the spine. Trey collapses on the floor.
LBM: Give up kid.
Trey starts crawling away just as Dark Angel arrives to watch in bemusment. we cut to the next scene.
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Post by Ninja/Killer on Mar 3, 2009 11:33:54 GMT -5
Red Ninja September 1st 2003-March 2nd 2009 Tonight an era is ended
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Post by Ninja/Killer on Mar 3, 2009 12:56:42 GMT -5
Brad Baxter and Danny McMullen are in the ring.
"Rockafeller Skank" hits as out comes Red Ninja's students Zero and Connor Brody. Zero wears Red Jeans with Black Boots, Brody wears Red Wrestling Trunks, White Kneepads and White Boots. The two enter the ring and pose as the bell sounds.
DING DING DING
Zero and McMullen will start first. The two circle before Zero engages in a lock up with McMullen. McMullen tosses Zero to the mat. Zero gets on his feet suprised by the power of McMullen. McMullen challenges Zero to come on. Zero locks up with McMullen again. McMullen lifts Zero up in the air then throws him into a corner. McMullen charges in but Zero jumps up and gets his legs under McMullen's arms and takes him over in a Sunset Flip. 1,2 kickout. Zero is on his feet first and meets McMullen with a boot to the stomach. Zero applys a Front face lock then takes McMullen back to his corner. Brody makes a blind tag then climbs up to the top turnbuckle. Brody comes off with a Double Sledge Hammer to McMullen's back. Brody then grabs McMullen's right arm and applys an Arm Lock. McMullen knees Brody right in the stomach to break. McMullen then clubs Brody right on the back. McMullen then slaps Brody across the chest then takes him to his corner. McMullen makes a tag to Baxter. McMullen holds Brody in place as Baxter enters and pokes Brody in the eyes. Baxter then gets Brody in a Russian Legsweep position then takes Brody down to the mat. Baxter the places his leg behind Brody's head and pushes forward applying a Submission hold. Baxter applys pressure on Brody's neck but Brody refuses to give. Zero stomps on the mat trying to get the fans behind Brody. After a few moments Brody manages to get his leg on the rope. The ref calls for a break. Baxter breaks then takes Brody up. Baxter gets Brody in position for a Piledriver. Baxter tries lifting Brody but Brody resists and backdrops Baxter over. Brody jumps and makes the tag to Zero.
Zero enters the ring and takes Baxter down with a Clothesline. McMullen comes into the ring as Zero takes him down with a Dropkick. Zero gets on his feet then jumps up to the middle rope. Baxter and McMullen get to their feet as Zero flies off with a Double Missle Dropkick catching both men. Zero kips up as Brody is on his feet. Baxter and McMullen get up as Zero and Brody charge and hit Double Leg Lariats. McMullen staggers up to his feet as Brody and Zero hit him with a Double Clothesline sending him over the ropes to the floor. Baxter gets to his feet as Brody and Zero hit him in the side of the head with high kicks. Zero grabs Baxter and slams him down with a Manhattan Drop then holds on and flips him over as Brody catches Baxter in a Powerbomb position. Brody then flips Baxter over in a Facebuster. 1,2,3!!!!
The ref raises Zero and Brodys arms in the air as the two celebrate a possible moral victory for themselves and hopefully their teacher. Legacy goes to a commercial.
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Post by Ninja/Killer on Mar 3, 2009 18:23:54 GMT -5
Killer is seen entering the FHT Arena. Killer wears a Black Detroit Red Wings Baseball Cap, Red Under Armor Jacket, Blue Jeans and Black Shoes. Killer runs into Angelica Demonica. Angelica wears a Red Bandana around her neck, Red Tank Top, Red Skirt, Black Leg Stockings and Black Boots.
K:Ninja here yet?
AD:No, not yet, I wouldn't blame him if he didn't show up, Williams and Reaper are planning this bullshit ceremony, they want Ninja to unmask tonight infront of infront of everybody.
K:We can't do anything?
AD:No, he legally has to hand over what ever is left by tonight, which is the name and the mask. They claim the mask is part of the Red Ninja ownership rights.
K:Son of a bitches.
AD:They can't get away this, they can't embarrass Ninja like this.
K:They got the law on their side,
AD:So that's it, Ninja's just going to get it all taken from him.
K:I guess so, it sucks, don't get me wrong, but for now there's nothing we can do. This appears to be Red Ninja's last stand.
AD:I hope your wrong.
K:I hope so to.
Scene ends
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Post by satan on Mar 3, 2009 19:03:19 GMT -5
We now see Satan playing Tetris on a retro Game Boy. A stagehand walks in with a soda and taps him on the shoulder, distracting him. You can hear the sound of Satan failing at Tetris.
Satan: What do you want?
Hand: Here is your soda, sir.
Satan drinks it and looks pretty happy.
Satan: Ah, Coke straight the tap. You ever drink coke straight from the tap, young hand?
No response. The silence gets awkward.
Satan: This is Coke, right?
More silence.
Hand: It's wild cherry Pepsi, sir. It was all that the con-
The soda goes flying, and Satan get up looking angry.
Satan: Wild cherry Pepsi? Pepsi? I asked you to get me a Coke straight from the tap! How freaking hard is that?
Hand: So-
Satan: All I asked is that for you to grab a cup, go to soda tap and get me a GODAMN COKE! How am I supposed to prepare for the biggest interview of my LIFE with WILD CHERRY PEPSI? How about you just go and piss on my childhood while your at it. Might I add that your incompetence and oh so great bad timing killed my game of Tetris! Have you ever received Tetris?
Hand: It sounds like a STD to me.
Satan: GET THE HELL OUT! If you don't leave, I will discombobulate you! Is Conan here?
Hand: Yes. Anything else, sir?
Satan: GET THE HELL OUT!
Stage hand leaves as we go to commercial.
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Post by Ash Strife on Mar 4, 2009 14:32:55 GMT -5
BIG DADDY STRIFE IS IN THE HOUSE!
Ten Thousand Fist by Disturbed blast over the PA as Ash strife makes his way out to the ring in a business suit and a huge smirk on his face. He waves out for Sir Allan Sugar to follow him out to the ring. Sir Allan is holding several briefcases and looks to be dragging them. Ash gets to the ring and waits for Allan Sugar to catch up. Ash gets the microphone and smirks as he raises it to his face.
Strife: Well it looks like I have on the daddy pants today. And I have several issues that I want to point out and I will say that Max put up one hell of an argument about old school vs. New School and that really got me thinking. Now I am going to keep to my word and try not to mess with the boys but when I see potential money to be made I will take advantage of that that so I have some issues I want to discuss out here. First thing first. Allan get me my belt.
Allan starts to look at all the brief cases in confusion trying to remember what one the TV title is in. Before Ash points to the green one.
Strife: This belt was indeed retired early I feel but I am not complaining about that. The fact that Allan did not want a dare I say “new guard” wrestler to be known as the last FHT TV champion is what started to piss me off so he unretired it for one night in a match that both Venom and I agreed that was bullshit so neither one of us really tired out there. And then he had the audacity to unretired it permanently for he wanted to take it away from me for good. Well Bull shit. So As my first executive decree I declare that the FHT Television Title is NOT retired. But I will not be a glory hog here so I am stepping down as Television Champion and booking next week that Both Max Venom and Trey Spruance will face each other and the winner will be the new FHT TV Champion. Max you were promised a shot you never got and Trey you vanished before you got a rematch.
Ash takes a second to hold the TV title up high before putting it back into the briefcase.
Strife: Now I want to take a moment and congratulate both of our new World Champions… Trippy P and Reaper. Both of you did real good as it must always feel great to secure a world title. Now you know you both have a huge target on your backs especially you Trippy being a double Champion and with NIN Horror stating his contender ship I would grant him his match right now and I would be in the right for Trippy vs. NIN would be a huge money maker of a match. Only expect that would make me a big fat liar as I promised to not abuse this power on the boys so NIN I will not be making that match…
The crowd breaks out into a huge BOO and starts a NIN vs. Trippy chant.
Strife: Crusher Casey, You stood by my side and backed me up Allan here so you will be rewarded for such as I am adding you to the TV title match next week which will be a triple threat elimination.
Ash looks over at all the brief cases and laughs.
Strife: Allan if you would please open the heavy case.
SAS: They are all heavy you son of a bitch!
Strife: the really heavy one and you forget I’m your boss and that is why in a FHT HARDCORE MATCH I book you Sir Allan Sugar against… ME later on tonight and there will be a special stipulation if you win.
SAS: what?
Strife: I quit, you get your position back and I go far away for your FHT/Elite.
SAS: But what if you win?
Strife: Then you will be forced to sign the contract in the heavy briefcase.
SAS: What does it say?
Strife: That upon Sir Allan’s Defeat in a FHT Hardcore match that Ash Strife will be appointed as permanent FHT Commissioner. No that doesn’t make be higher then the general manager so Keith relax but it does protect me from this shit right here and I will book the matches to make sure the new blood of the locker-room get their fare shots. All of you old names better watch out for once I am behind the wheel all hell will break lose! GO get out of my sight and prepare for your match.
Ten thousand fist blast as Ash strife leaves the ring.
Wally Wilson: Well the boss for the night has spoken and he is looking to beat in Sir allan’s head some more. As well as he unretired the TV title for good and set both Max Venom and Trey Spruance and Crusher Casey to be the potential new champion
A Damn Hater: But more important if Ash wins then he will stir the pot to ensure that the new guys get their chance and this can only mean trouble… regardless we get a hardcore match out if it.
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Post by Trippy P on Mar 5, 2009 2:37:58 GMT -5
We cut back from commerical, and 'Go To Sleep' hits, drawing a very mixed reaction from the crowd. Clearly some have turned on him, yet for some reason there are pockets of the crowd that still cheer for the longtime FHT Stallwart, and current ELITE Heavyweight Champion, he climbs into the ring, and takes a microphone.
Trippy P: Well, ive taken a week or so off, to let the smoke clear, but im here now, and i guess you all feel i owe you an explanation, right?
The crowd voices their opinion, a clear yes... Trippy P seems to take it on board, nodding along.
Trippy P: Well... you're wrong. I dont owe any of you a damn thing.
The crowd predictably boos at this, but Trippy P ignores them this time.
Trippy P: No, i dont owe an explanation at all. Yet ill give you one for one reason only... because its in my best interests to do so.
You see, there was a time when 'what the people want' might have been enough to get me to do something, but that ended along time ago. Infact, it ended at a very specific moment, one that has shaped and defined the history of both these companies, and one that has brought us to this very point.
See, some of you are asking why i turned on The Joker. I call you Goldfish, because lets face it, thats about the depth of your memory. Once around the bowl, and everythings new again. Well, not me, ive got a very damn long memory, and i dont forget a wrong. Do you really not remember? Did you forget Ca$hflow? We ran the damn FHT for damn near a year. Took down every challenger, put on classic fueds, classic matches, classic moments. We were the very definition of greatness. And then something happened that almost permanently removed that stables name from the history books, took away a huge part of my legacy. You see, i cant even look back on that time fondly now, despite it being perhaps my best work, when they called me The Don.
What happened? Lbm, and Nik or Darren or whatever hes called today left the FHT, and set up their own fed, the pissant organisation that in some apparent sense of humour they called ELITE. What it really should have been called is the 'No Trippy P' fed, because lets call a spade a spade, they werent trying to avoid the FHT system, they copied it to mirror image. They werent trying to avoid the FHT wrestlers, because damn near all of them signed with ELITE immediately afterwards. No, lets be honest, what they wanted was me out of the wrestling business. They did everything they could to force me out.
I swore on that day, that i would destroy them. I swore, on everything i am, that i would tear the beating heart from the chest of ELITE, the company they created... WHAT I HOLD IN MY HANDS NOW....... THIS IS THAT HEART!
Trippy P has worked himself to yelling... he pauses momentarily while he holds the ELITE Heavyweight Championship in the air looking at it... He regains his composure.
Trippy P: This right here... this belt is everything that ELITE represents. Its the very symbol of everything Dijon and Nik sought to create. And just me holding it invalidates everything that they sought to achieve. Not only could they not drive me out of this business, but they couldnt stop me from doing whatever the hell i wanted, whenever the hell i wanted. They couldnt stop me from infiltrating their damn company, and they cant stop me now that im the champion.
What are they going to do back to me? Abso-fucking-lutely nothing. Lets face it... ive won, theyve lost. Their title, their company, everything theyve worked for rests soley in my hands now. I could make a tight fist, and watch it all crumble away into nothing, or i could toy with it for a while, its really up to me.
See.... i dont give a rats ass about this belt, or any supposed prestige. Being the ELITE Champion to me is like being the smartest Irishman, its not an honour that really sets you apart.
But, dont get me wrong, ill defend this belt with my very life, because every day i hold it, those that tried to get rid of me die a little more inside, and that gives me a sick little thrill. Ill hold this title, not to help raise it in prestige like Lbm seems to think, although being associated with my name is more than it deserves.... Ill hold it because i want to.
Keith Williams, Soul Reaper and I... we all think alike. We all know that noone in this hell hole actually gives a damn about anyone other than themselves, we're just not going to play the pantomine of pretending that we care. Consider this fair warning FHT/ELITE... the three of us, with all our knowledge, strength, skill and experience. This is unparallelled. Theres nobody here who can stop us. We'll do what we want, when we want, until this ceases to amuse us. Then we'll end it. And theres not a damn thing anyone can do about it.
Trippy P goes to leave the ring, then stops, as if remembering something...
Trippy P: Oh yeah... and ive been told that NIN made some little challenge to me to fight over my championship. Thats kinda cute and all, but lets be honest. King Kong doesnt fight a mosquito if it approaches him. You want a shot at this belt... show me why you deserve to be in the ring with me. Some damn days of our lives angle with Dijon doesnt cut it either.
If you can give me a reason to, ill gladly end your career any night you want to bring it. Its on you now.
Trippy P quickly exits the ringside.
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Post by Former FHT Employee Daniel Ice on Mar 5, 2009 13:56:32 GMT -5
[Soft piano music plays us in as we cut to a room backstage, black cloth draped around structural supports, with a raised stage in the centre. On that stage is a solitary chair, and on that chair is the large, imposing figure of Dark Angel, wearing a suit, sunglasses and his hair slicked back. He does a small nod towards the camera as greeting, claps his hands together and begins to speak]Dark Angel:Hello, fans and admirers alike. Its time for you all to get your own little brush with greatness, courtesy of the greatest creative mind in FHT/ELITE history, the legendary Dark Angel. I call this... From The Mind Of Dark Angel... [Boos filter through from the fans in the arena watching this display of arrogance, but are quickly replaced by fake-sounding dubbing of cheering and clapping]Dark Angel:Please, please, save your applause for after I finish! Tonight's topic is one that has come up repeatedly since we came back to television, and that is this issue of youth vs. experience. Recently, some young nobody called Max Venom has been causing some friction between the tried-and-true members of this roster and the... less-than-proven ones. I'm sure all of you are dying to know my opinion on this matter... Dark Angel:Oh, you guys flatter me. Very well, I'd like to take you back a few months ago to the title reign that never was. FHT/ELITE had recently re-signed one “Darkness King” to our roster, who is apparently big in Japan or something, doing a cute little Dark Angel knock-off act. It so happened that we sent Darkness King out against Satan, who at the time was the FHT Undisputed Champion. I'd like to take you back to that match, via the magic of television replay, and show you just what happened. [Graphics flash up to identify the event as “The Road to FHT VI: October 27th 2008”, and we cut to near the end of the match][We cut back to Dark Angel, who was watching on a monitor just out of view, and is now shaking his head in disbelief]Dark Angel:Not only did Darkness King recklessly endanger Satan's life by using the risky tombstone piledriver, not once but twice, he also encouraged a running buddy of his to interfere and cause chaos and confusion during an official FHT Undisputed Title match. That night, King did what we call in the wrestling industry “going into business for yourself” and the result of that was Satan's own long-term injury and also set in motion arguably some of the events that caused the fall of this company. And as a result of the fallout from King's reckless actions, and also the awesome Dark Angel (that's me) setting him on fire, Blade left the company which I think we all agree was a massive, devastating loss that this company has struggled to recover from. [Dark Angel mouths something afterwards, but only the lip-readers in attendance will know what exactly he said, and they're not telling a soul]Dark Angel:So what did we learn from this scandal? Well, the first was that FHT/ELITE management would wisely choose any day of the week to have an old hand on the belt, even if he's not really there mentally, than a man who came out of that match looking dangerous and unpredictable. I think that allows us all here to sleep a little safer at night. We can also say that Darkness King is a model of why we shouldn't allow untested, untried new talent in such a position again, because why bother when you've got men who have been there for years and know what they are doing? Dark Angel:Ah, thanks for reminding me guys. Lastly, some people might take offence to such booking and react in the way you guys are, obviously in your cases for demonstrative purposes only. I'd like to point out that despite being “robbed” and given a perfect excuse to dig his heels in and get somewhere, we have not seen hide nor hair of Darkness King since his tainted victory all those months ago. In this case, I think “King screwed King”. [The fans incredibly negative reaction to this statement is drowned out by the same piano music that opened the show, although this time it is definitely quite a bit louder]Dark Angel:I hope this week's little retrospective has been a learning experience, not only for you fans in the arena, but also for perhaps the misguided talent in the back. Be sure to stay tuned, Angel-lovers, because I will be in action tonight with the F'n Legend himself, Lbm against that deluded Max Venom and whatever partner he manages to drudge up. And hey, why not stop by next week, where I'll be sure to have another lesson to pass on from my mind... to yours. [Dark Angel smiles a smile that wavers between cheesy and unnerving as the first edition of “From The Mind Of Dark Angel” fades out and the fans use their first free chance they get afterwards to express their opinions of what Dark Angel was saying to their advantage]
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Post by Keith Williams on Mar 7, 2009 12:30:49 GMT -5
The scene shifts to the office of the FHT/Elite General Manager, Keith Williams. Trippy P is relaxing on a leather couch enjoying a glass of bourbon. Reaper is leaning against a wall. Keith is standing throwing darts at a dart board that is hanging on the wall. Melody is standing next to him holding a clipboard.
Keith Williams: Are the preparations for the party in place?
Melody: Yes. The balloons and streamers are in place. There is beer on ice chilling.
Trippy P: There better be bourbon there. Can't have a party with a few cases of the stuff.
Melody: Yes Mr. P. We made sure that there was plenty of bourbon brought in. We didn't want to have a repeat of that incident when we ran out the last time.
Keith Williams: Good. I want this party to go off without a hitch. Its not every day that we see Red Ninja..I mean Cameron go in front of the millions of fans and admit that the Unholy Alliance outsmarted him.
And once again I want to thank you Reaper. If you hadn't informed me of that little fact that Ninja never copyrighted his name, none of what takes place tonight would be happening.
Reaper: I just wanted to see him finally get what is coming to him. After all the years of him hanging onto my coat tails, its time that justice was served.
Trippy P: Hey Boss, mind if I ask you a question?
Keith Williams: Shoot
Trippy P: You're suppose to be this all powerful general manager and yet next week you have me scheduled to face Ash for the Global Honored Crown.
Keith Williams: Are you telling me that you can't handle the rook?
Trippy P: Its not that. Just curious as to why you went and made the match in the first place. We both know that he isn't in the same league as me. It would be a unfair match.
Keith Williams: I know it will. But contractually you have to defend that title or be forced to surrender it. I just looked over the roster and decided to give you a light match. It was either him or Dragon.
The camera pans over to Melody who is on the office phone. She nods her head and hangs up.
Melody: Keith, the gentlemen that you wanted to see are outside.
Keith Williams: Good. Show them in.
Keith walks over to his desk and sits down. Melody walks over to the door and steps outside. A moment later the door reopens and in walks LBM and Dark Angel! Both men seem uneasy walking in.
Keith Williams: LBM..Dark Angel. So good to see you two. Would you like something to drink? We have beer on tap and bourbon over on the table there..
LBM: Cut the Bull. After all these years, I know that you didn't invite us in to have a drink. What do you want?
Keith Williams: Direct and to the point. I like that. Have a seat gentlemen. I have a proposal to discuss with you.
LBM sits down in a leather chair that sits off a little to the side of the desk. Dark Angel leans against a wall staring at Reaper, who returns the stare.
Keith Williams: Later tonight, you two are involved in a tag team title match against Max Venom and a partner of his choosing.
LBM: And what does that have to do with your gang here?
Keith Williams: Theres that direct thing again. Ok its like this. Max has been going around saying some rather unpleasant things and trying to stir up some of the lesser talent of the roster. Making them think that they can be on our level
I mean earlier tonight we saw Trey Spruce attack you! A legend in this business. You shouldn't be disrespected like that. Especially from someone who is inferior to you.
LBM: Enough with the butt kissing. What is the meaning of this meeting?
Keith Williams: Well tonight during your match with Max..if something unfortunate was to happen to him. A nasty injury that might force him to retire for good.
LBM: Are you asking us to go out there and hurt Max on purpose?
Keith Williams: NO..NO..NO... As General Manager I can't condone someone going out there and hurting someone on purpose. I'm just saying that your partner over there has a history of retiring people. And not in the pleasant form either.
IF for some reason Max does have to retire, there might be certain opportunities that can open up for both you and Dark Angel.
LBM: I'm not so sure about this...
Keith Williams: LBM, think about it. Max is a worthless rookie. He is trying to take your spot. A spot that you spent 6 years carving out. You haven't spent all that time spilling your blood, shooting to high heaven, putting on classic bouts just to allow some punk to walk in off the streets and take it have you? Who is going to miss him? I mean even your partner over there thinks so little of him that he didn't even bother to show up to face him at the ppv.
There is some time before your match. Think about what I said over. You will see that I am right. Rookies need to be put in there place. We are the elite of this promotion and they shouldn't be walking around thinking that they have a right to be part of it.
LBM stands up and begins to head to the door.
Keith Williams: Remember LBM..Max isn't on your level. Its time you show him that..
LBM and Dark Angel leave the room as the scene fades to black.
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Post by Andre Roussimoff on Mar 7, 2009 19:58:25 GMT -5
Andre Roussimoff is standing outside the arena in the darkness. A light on the side of the building is barely shining on him.
Andre Roussimoff - My memory still eludes me. The only thing that is clear… The only thing that makes sense… Revenge! Revenge consumes me. It engulfs my body. It suffocates my life!
But why?
Revenge… Revenge against who? Or is it revenge against what?
I must try to remember.
I need to find them… The memories. I need to end the misery.
Why am I this way?
Time will come. The memories will return. And when they do… God help whatever is doing this to me!
But I must be patient. In due time!
Elite will know my wrath. But first Gavin A. Young will feel my pain.
Andre lights a cigarette as the promo ends.
Gary King - This guy is a strange character.
Wally Wilson - You’re telling me.
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Post by Former FHT Employee Daniel Ice on Mar 8, 2009 21:56:15 GMT -5
Dong...
Dong...
Dong... [The fans give Angel a mostly negative reaction as he strides through the curtain, adjusting his glove and keeping his eyes focused on the ring. He waits on the ramp as his music segues into...]CLOSER [KINGS OF LEON] hits...
Now the fans are on their feet giving a hero's welcome to the legend that is Lbm, who looks at Lbm, nodding at his friend and they walk down to the ring together. Angel looks focused and determined about the task at hand while Lbm's face seems to betray some internal conflict.Erik Knights:It is now time for your main event, a FHT/ELITE Tag Team Championship and a FHT Hardcore Title tag team match! Introducing first, weighing in at 300 pounds and standing nearly seven feet tall, The Dark Angel! [crowd boos] And his partner, he is the FHT Hardcore Champion, the F'n Legend, Lbm! [crowd cheers] Together, they are Team ELITE! [crowd begins an “Lbm!” chant]Gary King:What a reception for Lbm here tonight! The fans fully on the side of the legend! A-Damn Hater:But not with Dark Angel! How disrespectful can you get? If Lbm trusts Angel, then that should be good enough for the fans as well! Wally Wilson:You weren't doing commentary with the guy last week... Lbm and Angel are friends, yes, but that doesn't stop Angel from being a self-centred, bitter egomaniac. How Lbm puts up with the guy will remain one of those mysteries of life. Don't Lie To Yourself, It Gave You Pleasure...
OH MY GOD OH MY- “Demonoid Phenomenon” hits as the crowd give a mixed reaction to the entrance of Max Venom, who doesn't seem too fussed either way. He has the FHT/ELITE Tag Team Championships over each shoulder and without any real trepidation, rolls into the ring to stare down at Lbm and Dark Angel. Erik Knights:And their opponent, he is both halves of the FHT/ELITE Tag Team Champions, the “Slow Poison”, Max Venom! [Venom holds up both belts in front of his challengers. Angel stares a hole right through him, Lbm just continues doing pre-match warm-ups, having not yet met the gaze of Venom]A-Damn Hater:And there's the pig-headed nature of Max Venom shining through! He's too arrogant to go and recruit a partner, so he decides to try and win on his own... He's dead meat out there. [Just before Erik Knights goes to leave the ring, Max Venom grabs him by the collar, motioning him to stay and wait, pointing at the entrance ramp]Gary King:Or maybe he's not that stupid, A-Damn! Who has Max Venom brought in as his partner? [Venom continues to wait and hold Erik Knights in place, as time starts to trickle down. Finally, Angel forcefully removes Venom's hand from Erik, and gets right in Venom's face]A-Damn Hater:Its just another mind game, Gary! Maybe Venom's hoping he can stall for the entire match and get a time-limit draw? Or maybe he's- “Remember The Name” by Fort Minor kicks in and the fans actually give a warm, positive reception as Ace Andrews comes right out from behind the curtain fired up and ready to go! Venom is now smiling at Angel, who is in a state of disbelief as Ace enters the ring... And Venom hands Ace one of the Tag Titles!Erik Knights:And his partner, from Las Vegas, Nevada, he is one half of the FHT/ELITE Tag Team Champions, Ace Andrews! [Both Venom and Ace now hold the Tag Titles aloft as the fans cheer in anticipation of the match coming up. Finally, Lbm hands referee Leon Spinx his FHT Hardcore belt, and he holds that up, and both Venom and Ace hand their belts over, to also be held up. The teams retreat to their corners, talking tactics, with Max Venom and Dark Angel deciding to start things out. The bell rings, and the match begins]Wally Wilson:For those just joining us... Where the hell have you been? Well, you're just in time to catch this tag team championship and hardcore title match between the teams of Lbm and Dark Angel and Max Venom and Ace Andrews. [Venom and Angel square off in the centre of the ring, locking up. Angel pushes Venom away into the corner. Venom gets up and locks up with Angel again, and is once again roughly shoved away. Venom gets up slower and goes for the lock-up again, but before Angel can shove him away, he gets a kick to the gut in. Venom runs off the ropes and hits a high knee to the face of Angel, who teeters on the brink of going down. Venom comes off the ropes again, ducking Angel's attempt at a clothesline, but comes back to meet a big boot, sending him down to the canvas]Gary King:Angel levelling Venom with that big boot! Sometimes amongst the joking and arrogance you forget that Angel is a big, strong guy who plays that power game so well. A-Damn Hater:Well, Angel is the biggest man in this match by a considerable margin, and I'd expect him to use that size to his advantage. The scary thing is about Angel, though, is not just his height and power, its the brains he has. He knows how to use the tools he has in his possession to his advantage. [Angel is stomping away on Venom's right leg, before pulling him up into a half boston crab. The referee checks for the submission, but Venom is able to stretch out towards the rope to break it up. Angel keeps the hold on until the four count, and the referee trying to pry him off Max. Angel raises his hands in the air as a show of dominance, and the fans rain boos down on Angel]Wally Wilson:Angel focusing on the leg of Max Venom in this early stage of the match... You've got to think back to that meeting with Keith Williams Angel and Lbm were just in. Do you think its likely they would injure Venom for a chance to get to the main event? A-Damn Hater:Lbm knows the years and boys backstage are against him getting another run at the top. Angel knows he's not been in contention for the top titles for a considerable amount of time. I wouldn't blame them if they were tempted by the deal. Gary King:But that's a man's livelihood you're talking about, A-Damn! To get that shot at glory, they have to go out and cripple another man! A-Damn Hater:Hey, I'm betting that downside paycheck from Venom's guaranteed contract is perfectly good enough for him and this company. [Angel brings a huge right hand down on the neck of Max Venom, attempting to choke the life out of him. Ace tries to enter, prompting the referee to come across, and with the distraction, Angel continues the choke past the five count limit, finally letting go and leaving Venom gasping for air. Angel reaches over and tags in Lbm, to a huge flurry of cheers. Lbm picks Venom up and whips him into the corner post. Lbm charges in with a shoulder to the gut of Venom, and as Venom comes staggering out, Lbm hits a picture-perfect snap suplex]Gary King:Venom needs that tag to Ace Andrews badly, he's taking a lot of abuse from two experienced ring veterans, who are leaving him out of breath and on the mat. A-Damn Hater:Proving that experience beats youth every day of the week! Lbm didn't become the F'n Legend by just words alone! He consistently wrestled and beat the best both FHT and ELITE had to offer! Venom isn't even fit to wipe the dirt off Lbm's boots! [Lbm motions to the crowd and locks in a figure-four leglock the Nature Boy himself would be proud of. Venom struggles for a bit, thrashing and reaching for the ropes... But manages to turn it over, forcing the pressure back on Lbm! Lbm is a long way from the ropes and is gritting his teeth in pain... But Dark Angel enters and kicks Venom square in the back of the head to break up the submission. As the referee tries to force Angel back to his corner, Ace comes charging out, splashing the giant against the corner post. As Lbm rises, Ace hits a rolling dropkick and rolls back out of the ring]Wally Wilson:This could well be the turning point of the match! Ace may have just saved Venom! Gary King:Proof positive that Max could not have handled this match alone, for sure. But he'll need to make that tag! [Max slowly crawls to his corner, reaching for Ace, who is waiting for the tag, smacking the turnbuckle to get the fans into it. Lbm grabs hold of Venom's leg and pulls him back... But Venom hits an shining wizard to the back of Lbm's head! Both Lbm and Venom are down, and slowly crawling towards their respective corners... Lbm makes the tag to Dark Angel, who hurries over... Just as Venom makes the tag to Ace! Ace launches himself over the top rope with a body press, knocking the big man down! Lbm comes in but Ace knocks him down with a clothesline! Angel's back up but Ace takes him down with a kick to the gut followed by a DDT!]Wally Wilson:Former ELITE World Heavyweight Champion Ace Andrews on fire here! We've not seen him here since he lost that belt and it seems he hasn't got a bit of ring rust on him! [Ace goes for the pin but only gets a two count. Ace heads up top for a high risk move, and hits a great looking missile dropkick on a rising Angel! Ace starts loading Angel with shots, rights and lefts and the referee has to step in and pull Ace off. Angel tags Lbm back in, who hits Ace with a thumb to the eye, before pulling off a capture release suplex. Lbm goes for the cover, but he also gets a two count. Lbm drags Ace up and whips him across the ring. Ace jumps over Lbm, and leaps up to tag in Max Venom, who nails Lbm with a stiff clothesline]Gary King:We've been trading tags here and the teams are fighting for an advantage... Both of them want to leave here tonight with the FHT/ELITE Tag Team Championships and the FHT Hardcore Title in their possession! Wally Wilson:Lbm and Dark Angel actually held the tag belts for the course of one show. You know they'd love to win here tonight and have a proper reign with them! [Venom hiptosses Lbm down and locks in the armbar. Lbm counters into a jawbreaker, but as he tries to take advantage, Venom hits a spear! Venom with the pin... 1... 2... And Lbm kicks out! Max Venom comes off the ropes and hits a legdrop followed by another cover and another two count. Max drags Lbm up, signalling for the end, as he lifts the legend up onto his shoulders for the Lethal Injection. Lbm struggles free and reaches Angel to tag the big man in]A-Damn Hater:No love lost between Venom and Angel, it seems, both men back in the ring legally together and both men have their gaze focused on taking each other out. [Venom starts with sharp kicks to Angel's surgically repaired knee. Angel grabs Venom around the neck and tosses him across the ring. Angel slowly follows, but Venom runs right under the legs of Angel. As Angel goes to follow, Ace comes up across the ring apron and smacks Angel right in the face. Dazed, he stumbles right into Venom lifting him up for the Lethal Injection, but Angel uses his size to get out and grab Venom by the neck, signalling for the Unearthly Destroyer! Ace runs in, but Angel grabs him by the neck too!]Wally Wilson:No way! A double Unearthly Destroyer?! [However, both Venom and Ace counter and together hit a double suplex on Angel! Lbm rushes into the ring to take out Ace, with the referee trying to stop the breakdown happening in the ring. Lbm goes for the clothesline, but Ace ducks and he hits the referee! Ace comes back with some blows and sends Lbm out of the ring, and follows, launching himself over the top rope at Lbm. Venom is up with Angel close behind. Just as Venom gets up, Angel lowblows him, to boos! Angel rolls out of the ring]Gary King:Despicable! Angel taking the low road in order to try and win this match now! Wally Wilson:Watch out, he's heading this way! [Angel roughly shoves Erik Knights out of his seat, and folds up the chair, bringing it to the ring. As Venom slowly gets up, Angel smacks the chair straight against the head of Max Venom! And then, with Venom down, Angel slowly brings the chair over the ankle of Venom's leg and starts to climb to the top rope. Lbm and Ace Andrews' brawl has taken them up the ramp and away from the proceedings in the ring, as Angel looks down on Venom's ankle wrapped in that steel chair]A-Damn Hater:He's gonna do it! He's gonna put Venom out on the shelf and reclaim his place at the top! [Angel readies himself, shouting at the commentary team to “watch this”... as Venom suddenly pops up, removing the chair and throwing it right at the head of Dark Angel, who's now a sitting duck on that top rope! Venom picks him up on his shoulders just as the referee starts to come to... Lethal Injection! The fans count along... 1... 2... 3!]Erik Knights:Here is your winner, and still FHT/ELITE Tag Team Champions, Max Venom and Ace Andrews! [Max Venom receives his belts as a delighted Ace Andrews slides back into the ring. Max looks at Ace for a moment... And hands him the Tag Title again! While Ace certainly seems happy, Max looks annoyed about something]Wally Wilson:What about the FHT Hardcore Title? Wasn't that on the line too? A-Damn Hater:The FHT Hardcore Champion was not pinned! Venom needs to spend less time giving his little speeches and more time reading the fine print in his match contracts! Gary King:Well, Venom strikes me as the type to fully read anything he signs and he seems like this was a surprise to him... But he remains holding the FHT/ELITE Tag Team Championships, for this week at least. [Lbm pulls Angel out of the ring and grabs his FHT Hardcore Title, looking a bit disappointed, but relieved to still be holding the belt. The two teams stare at each other, as Ace and Max hold up their titles and Lbm, pulling a unsteady Dark Angel alongside him, holds up his FHT Hardcore Title in response]Wally Wilson:Youth outclassed experience tonight, but I get the feeling that this battle has just begun! On behalf of FHT/ELITE, thanks for joining us tonight on Legacy! [The show ends with the stare-off between the two teams, Angel back in his senses and both sides trading unheard words across the the divide]
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Post by Ninja/Killer on Mar 8, 2009 23:58:11 GMT -5
A video package plays of some of the highlights of Red Ninja's FHT career. They include Ninja's FHT Debut, his tag team title with with David, his PPV breakout match against Spawn, his winning of the FHT J Cup, his winning of the UFE Cup, his first FHT Undisputed Title win, his FHT Tag Team Title wins, his second FHT Undisputed Title win,.
RED NINJA
IT ALL ENDS TONIGHT
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