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Post by The F'N Legend Lbm on Mar 17, 2009 17:12:13 GMT -5
SOLD OUT! Live from the Oddsseyy Arena, Belfast, Northern Ireland!
FHT/ELITE ST PATRICK'S DAY LEGACY Tuesday - March 17th 2009
FHT HARCORE CHAMPIONSHIP [/size] -BELFAST BRAWL----------------------------------- THE F'N LEGEND LBM [c]vs. ACE ANDREWS---------------------------------- **ELITE GLOBAL HONORED CROWN**Trippy P [c] vs. Big Daddy Strife[/size] **FHT TELEVISION CHAMPIONSHIP**Trey Spruance [c] vs. Big Daddy Strife[/size] **SINGLES MATCH**Dark Angel vs. Nightmare[/size] **SINGLES MATCH**Andre Rousimoff vs. Fat Tony[/size] **TAG TEAM MATCH**Akuma Ninja & Killer vs. Sha Samuels & Terry Frazier[/size] ...Commentators... Wally Wilson, Gary King & A-Damn Hater[/b][/size] [/center] Wally Wilson: Top of the morning to ya and a happy St Patrick's Day from FHT/ELITE! We are live here in Belfast, Northern Ireland and the craic is good! For the first time ever Legacy comes to you live on a Tuesday! Gary King: Wally has been on the Guinness all day, which aint good for a recovering alcholic but they've let him on the air and we are going to have a cracker of a show! Adam Hater: This Belfast crowd is absolutely hot - probably been drinking all day so expect a hell of a night... lets kick things off!!!
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Post by Trey Spruance on Mar 18, 2009 5:47:29 GMT -5
“Walk” by Pantera hits and the new television champion Trey Spruance comes out clutching the belt over his shoulder and an open beer can in the other hand.
Trey grabs a mic and rolls into the ring.
Trey: Last week I won this title for the second time…
The crowd cheer.
Trey: And this time, I won’t be giving it up so easily. This is MY belt. I won it after a hard fought match!
A-Damn: Worst. Match. Ever.
Gary King: It wasn’t the best I’ve seen but there were some good spots in it.
Trey: Basically, I’ve come just to say that I aint gonna roll over for this, this is mine and I will defend it. Anyone want it? Come prize it from my cold dead fingers!
Trey takes a swig of beer and throws the empty can out of the ring.
Trey: I’d also like to point out that the veterans here won’t be taking it from me ether. Just because I’m new don’t mean shit. I will not be jobbing anymore! I have done it everywhere, in fact, if I’m honest, I’m still doing it. But FHT is different. FHT gives people the chance.
The crowd cheer and the bigging up of FHT/Elite.
Trey: Fuck y’all that think promotion like LPW.
Crowd boo.
Trey: And FMW.
Crowd boo again.
Trey: Are better. They aint better. They aint shit, no, but they aint better. Anyway, just so you all know… I’m here to motherfucking STAY!
Trey throws down the mic and rolls out of the ring with the TV title. He makes his way through the crowd to the back as FHT goes to commercial.
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Post by Max Venom on Mar 18, 2009 12:08:36 GMT -5
CLOSER [KINGS OF LEON] hits...
The crowd explodes as the music of hometown hero Lbm hits the arena! Its pretty much a unanimous standing ovation as drunk Irish men and women come alive to sing their praises of the F'n Legend. Expensive green pyrotechnics light up the entrance ramp as out emerges... Max Venom? Venom has stuck on a cheap grey beard and a Lbm t-shirt proclaiming “I'm Too Old For This Sh*t!”. The cheers quickly turn to boos as Venom enters the ring and takes the microphone.Wally Wilson:[/b] Its the F'n Legend Lbm, guys! The only man in this federation that can make A-Damn Hater do a complete 180 in personality. A-Damn Hater:[/b] What? That only happens... every so often. The guy has earned at least some praise. Gary King:[/b] Its clearly not Lbm, Wally. Lay off the booze. Venom's attention to detail goes as far as sticking a label over his Tag Team Championship with the words “FHT Hardcore Champion” on it. He spins around, pointing at every fan and spending a good few minutes milking it all in.“Lbm”:[/b] Thank you, thank you! Its so good to be back, here in FHT! Here in ELITE! Here in Ireland! Here in this ring! Here in front of you! Here on TV! Here with a microphone! Here with a beard! And I couldn't have done the plane ride here without you all, so thank you! Thank you! The passionate Irish fans are not taking the mockery of their idol at all well, and have started throwing cans of beer into the ring. Empty cans, of course.“Lbm”:[/b] Its been one hell of a journey, hasn't it? Let me recap it all for you, in case you've missed it. I've been FHT Champion 12 times! I've been FHT Hardcore Champion 192 times! I've held all the titles from that federation I created myself... multiple times! I was the last reigning FHT Women's Champion! I won Times Man Of The Year five times running! I ran for president six times! I became the spokesperson for Viagra! And most importantly of all... I've dragged Dark Angel back to this place an unprecedented 14 times! And only regretted it twice! A “Venom Sucks!” chant breaks out. “Lbm” starts pointing and posturing again.“Lbm”:[/b] So what is there left to do? Well, I could talk about that no-good Max Venom! Each and every week, that Max Venom has been coming out here and completely blowing me out of the water! Three weeks ago, Max Venom came in, saying he'd happily sit on his damn fine ass with the Tag Team Titles, and his delivery was amazing! Two weeks ago, Max managed to do what even I couldn't do, and get the lower card fired up and motivated! And then he beat the ever-loving crap out of myself and Dark Angel with his new tag team partner, Ace “The Ace” Andrews! And last week, Venom portrayed myself and the other old guys on the roster as incontinent moronic old men! And I can't do a damn thing to stop him! He's just that good at it! Every week, the guy just comes out with more and more gold! The ring is slowly filling up now with empty cans and other trash as the fans start an “Lbm” chant“Lbm”:[/b] I know, I know, you guys love me, right? But maybe its time to hang it up? Pack my bags? Let that young stud Max take over my place as the legend of the card? God, I just don't know what to do... If only I had someone creative with me... Dong...
Dong...
Dong... [The fans, desperate to see someone put Venom in his place, actually give a good pop to the sound of Dark Angel's entrance music starting. The lights cut out and the fans turn towards the entrance ramp... But are instead surprised when the lights come out and instead Dark Angel is standing in the ring... But has become a lot shorter somehow. “Lbm” has vanished from the ring, and even the drunk fans in attendance manage to put it together]“Dark Angel”:Lbm... You called for the most creative mind in the federation... Well, I suppose I'll have to do. Its lucky you caught me in time, though. I was just about to go walk out again, figured I'd take a few months off and come back with a new gimmick. After all, I've been an Undertaker rip-off, a bodyguard for an inexplicably placed reality TV celebrity boss, a patronising prick (Didn't need to practice for that one), a ballet dancer, a guy in an ape costume, an invisible man, a reincarnated clone of Hitler, a talk show host, a mime with no principles, a fat guy, a fan of Blade, a guy with a beard... There's no doubt I know my stuff. [Even the fans that would usually hate Angel are aggressively insulting Venom. A “Fuck You Venom” chant quickly gains popularity]“Dark Angel”:But, unlike you, my claim to fame isn't holding a bunch of titles, no. My claim to fame is not holding a bunch of titles. Yes, I'm being serious. I'm not joking, my credibility comes from the fact that I've been in this company for years (on and off) and I've never even managed to win a singles title. So, as you can clearly see, I should completely be regarded as a legend and a person worth keeping on. Especially as I write such great feedback columns. [“Dark Angel” unfolds a piece of paper and coughs, before reading it aloud]“Dark Angel”:“Max Venom is the sole guy keeping this place alive. He's literally carrying this promotion each and every week with his show-stealing promos, intriguing character and incredible intelligence. And what that means for guys like me is we're essentially fucked. The old guard, too lazy to even respond, guys like Lbm, Soul Reaper and Trippy P are cowering behind their sofas... Trippy P, what a dumb name... Its like-” 'Go To Sleep' (the fans usually do) hits and once again the lights cut out. Once they're back on, “Dark Angel” is replaced by pretty much the stereotypical image of an Australian man. Cork-hat thing, leather jacket featuring pictures of crocodiles and barbecues and koalas.
“Trippy P”: ...AHAHAHAHAHA
The fans continue to boo, despite the switch in persona, clear they won't let what Venom said about Lbm just fall away.
“Trippy P”: Did you see that? Dark Angel tried to insult me! Me! I'm Trippy P! Don't let the name fool ya, mates, I'm not some rapper from the eighties, I'm a serious legend in this business! Everyone remembers the time ten years ago when I did something that was really interesting! Or how about that time eight years ago when I talked about that time I did something really interesting? And even today I remain the hardest working man in this business! Last week, I defended my ELITE Global Honored Title and boy am I glad/sad that I won/lost and that Ash Strife proven his mettle/couldn't handle my style. Man, that was a tough defence and if I am still champion, I'll certainly defend the belt again in another two months or so... Actually, better make it three, this ELITE Heavyweight Championship will probably need defending at one point, too.
The fans really don't get the meta-reference and breaking the fourth wall like that, but hell, they're pissed anyway and won't remember it, will they?
“Trippy P”: I am part of the Unholy Alliance, after all, apparently the most dominant stable in the history of stables. Of course, you already know this, the members of it have certainly not been shy about appearing on shows to show just how dominant we are! And that rodent, Maxamillion, Max Factor, Max Power, Sam and Max... He dares to mock us?! Do the maths, man! The most dominant stable in FHT/ELITE today holds... zero tag team gold! And Max Venom until very recently held all the tag team gold! And still holds one of them with that vermin, Ace of Spades, Ace in the Hole, Ace of Base... Wait...
The P-meister struggles for a few moments, trying to work things out with his fingers. He shrugs and continues on.
“Trippy P”: Some have dared question the name Unholy Alliance or ask about its meaning! Its very simple, its a group of three big, strong guys who hang around in private rooms together, talking about beating other guys, drinking excessively and essentially doing things that the bible would call “unnatural”, or indeed, “unholy”. And we'll keep pounding on guys until we feel the sweat glistening off our faces telling us we've done a good job, and then the three of us will shower together, get dressed and go off to a fancy restaurant. And then, occasionally, we'll explore our sexuality together. So, the “alliance” part. After all, it obviously takes three people to take a mask off that damn mouse Ninja...On cue it is the music of Red Black Ryu Akuma Ninja. Lights go out. They come back on. Ninja is now in the ring. Except it is not Ninja. It is Max Venom. He is dressed in a Akuma Ninja mask with clothes on. The fans boo. Akuma Ninja: Hello. My name is Akuma Ninja. Trippy P, you killed my father. Prepare to die. The fans do not start a Ninja chant. They instead start a “Venom sucks” chant. Music hits. It is the music of Soul Reaper. Soul Reaper comes out. However it is a small Soul Reaper. A midget is dressed as Soul Reaper. He is wearing Soul Reaper outfit, but in a smaller size. He enters the ring. Ninja hits a flying Enzurigri flipping armbar legdrop. It is actually a kick to the face. Ninja covers... 1... 2...3! Ninja wins. Akuma Ninja: I am the champion. This is good. I am happy. Don't Lie To Yourself, It Gave You Pleasure...
OH MY GOD OH MY-
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Post by Max Venom on Mar 18, 2009 12:09:04 GMT -5
The lights go out, and when they come back on, midget Soul Reaper and “Akuma Ninja” are both gone and in the ring stands the very real Max Venom. He's sweating a little, but is smiling ear-to-ear as the fans rain down abuse. Max Venom: Are you not entertained? Didn't you just see more action in the last ten minutes than we've seen in this company for the last six months? Didn't I once again deliver on the goods, as I promise to do each and every single week? Hell, don't pretend like you're all pissed off and I crossed some sort of line, you laughed, each and every one of you, despite yourselves. What you just saw was a performance, ladies and gentlemen, a performance that no one else in this company can even match, let alone top. And you can hate it all you want, but at the end of the day, walking out of this arena, watching at home at TV and writing on the internet about it... Each and every one of you will be coming away with the knowledge that Max Venom stole the fucking show for the fourth time in a row.The fans continue to boo, and the “Lbm” chant starts up. Venom lets it play out, in no rush now to compete with the crowd's voice. Max Venom: So why do I feel the need to tell you? Its beyond arrogant, no matter how true it is. I'm saying it because I've been saying the same thing for a month now, that the veterans are holding back young talent like myself and clogging up the main event. Let's go week-by-week. I started by making a point of how underused I was and how if I didn't want to, I could've just sat back, collected my money and let you all rot. I started a fire in the “newbie” locker-room that's led to a new FHT Commissioner, a revived TV Title around Trey Spruance's waist and guys like Ash Strife and Ace Andrews getting shots at titles held by Lbm and Trippy P. Last week, I mocked the old guys, tongue-in-cheek. This week... This week I'm fed up of playing games now. I've done everything short of spitting in the face of each and every OAP on this roster.Surprisingly, the fans are actually quieting down to listen to Venom's points. A vocal minority continues to boo and jeer. Max Venom: I'm a FHT/ELITE Tag Team Champion. A belt that they wanted to kill off but stopped on account of me being too damn interesting to do it. I was a shoe-in for the TV Title, and no offence to Trey or Casey, but I wasn't even pushing myself last week. My problems don't lie with them and I'm not about to tear apart two fellow brothers for a belt they never wanted to come back. This week, I'm not on the card. I don't intend to be. Because they'll probably have him beat Brad Baxter, Gavin A. Young and the rest of them to win the FHT/ELITE Jobbers Championship. I've got every guy in this company with any sort of pull running scared, and you know how I know this? Not because they're ignoring me, but the opposite. Because they're trying to placate me. I've become too valuable to risk losing but too dangerous to risk fighting. I'm an asset and a threat.The arena is almost deadly silent now, apparently doing the impossible and sobering the audience in attendance. Max Venom: That's why tonight you won't see Soul Reaper come out to defend his honour and his belt against me. That's why Lbm has leaped to take on my partner, Ace Andrews instead of me. That's why Trippy P won't be defending his title, or titles, against me tonight. Ninja won't come and slap me in the face and Angel won't even make a snarky comment about it. Because the moment they give me that chance, the moment they let my foot in the door, they all know its over for them. They just hope and pray they can throw enough crap in my way to distract me before I come up to their level and bring their world crashing down.Venom surveys the crowd, thinking. Every face is turned towards him in awe or shock or anger, but the key is they are all on him. Max Venom: You see, I'm known for one thing in particular. I'm a Company Killer. And usually that means destroying talent or attacking owners or causing walkouts or even taking things to a position so dire the owner is willing to put his very promotion on the line in the hope of getting rid of me. As I pointed out and as has become very apparent, I'm now the cornerstone of this company after only four weeks, I've carried the shows and I'm who everyone is talking about. Ratings are going up as word spreads and everyone knows I'm the cause. So I'm in a unique position. For the first time in my career ending companies, I can do it by doing nothing. My inaction will be what chokes the life out of the bloated carcass that is FHT/ELITE.The fans slowly start piecing things together and working out Venom's next step ahead of time, and some fans are actually starting to boo it, not wanting it to happen. Max Venom: My contract allows me to do this safely with no financial repercussions. I hope you all enjoyed my promo just now, because as of this very moment, Max Venom is on strike. Until FHT/ELITE is able to successfully entice me to return with a suitable proposal, I will not be appearing on this show again. And I'll be taking my half of the FHT/ELITE Tag Team Titles with me, and hell, I invite any and all talent who feel in a similar position to join me. Keith, you'll find my phone number on your desk. Oh, and change your lock, its far too easy to break open. So until you manage to reward my efforts with a suitable offer, your show will gradually decline without me and you'll be paying out the nose for a guy who'll be at home... Which I guess won't be that much different from usual, huh?“Demonoid Phenomenon” hits and Max Venom leaves, not even taking a moment to look back at the fans as he does so. There's an awkward pause with the camera just staring at the entrance ramp, before FHT/ELITE goes to commercial.
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Post by Ash Strife on Mar 20, 2009 16:00:10 GMT -5
BIG DADDY STRIFE IS IN THE HOUSE!Ten Thousand Fist by Disturbed blast through the PA system as FHT/Elite Commissioner walks out through the curtain with a pissed off look on his face. He isn’t wearing the normal business suit he started to wear since he got the position of commissioner but his Wrestling jumper. He holds a title bag in his right hand as he enters the ring.Strife: Cut my music. So Mr. Peee…. (Ash smirks) it just showed how scared you are of losing that title as you had to use some dirty tricks to beat me. Are you really that scared that you must cling to that position? Like a drug addict or something I swear… Damn I hope you never get put in position of power anywhere… I can see it now Ash starts to shake and scratch at his neck as if he was a coke head going on withdrawalsStrife: (Doing a trippy P voice impersonation) “Come baby let me win the title… I’ll suck you dick!” Ash gets on his knees and does the hand motions as if he giving a BJ as the crowd does a “suck it Trippy” chantStrife: Well Trippy I’ll feed your fix. (Ash gets off of his knees) and don’t worry there is no need to blow me for this later… cause look I had the management prepare a special championship just for you! Ash Strife pulls out a title bag and grins. Strife: Ladies and gentlemen I present to you the most prestigious title to ever grace the FHT or Elite… I present to you the “I’m too old in this business to matter anymore” heavyweight championship! Ash Strife reaches into the bag and pulls out a title that is clearly cut out of cardboard spray painted gold and covered in glitter with a giant Trippy P on in Duck tape.Strife: So with the power of FHT/Elite Commissioner I do appoint this most precious title to Trippy P! So Champ if you will… 'Go To Sleep' hits as the crowd starts to boo the music but after a while Trippy P doesn’t come out so again the music hits and out comes:A midget dressed as Trippy P comes out holding plastic versions of the ELITE heavyweight championship and the ELITE Global Honored Crown. The midget waddles his way down to the ring and climbs in. the midget stands next to Ash Strife and barley goes to his knees. The misdget makes a jok attempt to try to blow ash as he sees he is hold a “gold belt”. Ash stops him as he gets on his knees and shakes the midget Trippy P’s Hand before handing him the cardboard title. The midget Trippy P starts to jump around all excited as he holds three titles.Strife: No Trippy there is no need to blow me as I said already but hey Look Trippy now you joined “Sick” Nick and My self as the only triple title champions! Everybody can we get a round of applause for the champ here. The crowd all stands up and starts to clap and a small Trippy chant breaks out as the mock the ELITE heavyweight champion/Global Honored Crown champion. Ash is laughing the whole time before he cuts to a grin.Strife: Trippy you couldn’t beat me fair last week and I know you can’t beat me again so that is why tonight there will be a rematch as Trippy P you defend your ELITE Global Honored Crown against me and Trippy expect a finish much like this tonight… Ash takes an aggressive step towards midget P and the midget falls backwards as if he was laid out. Ash places his foot very lightly on is chest and fakes a ref count.Strife: You see that is how easy it will be to win that title tonight! Ash laughs before he stops laughing and gives a super serious face.Strife: On to more serious matter I have a commission job to do and let me due it first of all. Crusher Casey… buddy that match last week was meant for you to win as I know you could have done it so I’m giving you a second chance. I really want to see you win a single title before we challenge for the tag titles. So Next week the Winner of this weeks Hardcore title match shall defend against Crusher Casey in a hardcore Steel cage match! Wally Wilson: what a match advertised so far tonight! Adamn Hater: and I don’t think Ash is done yet… Strife: Now on to the new Television champion Trey Spruance…. I’m not happy at all I give you, Casey and Max all a shot at the title and you all made a big mockery of one belt I hold true to my heart as it was my first single title ever! We are talking about a linage that goes back to David winning the one nigh tournament to become FHT’s first TV champ. And let me just call out a few names… Sick Nick, Trippy P, Reverend Daddy Joe, LBM, Trippy P, Keith Williams all has made names for them selves with that title. Now this might seem pretty foolish of me to do this but fuck it I care about history and respect and I will not allow that title to be disrespected any more! That is why Trey Spruance You will defend that FHT Television Title against… ME! Now before anyone goes OMG! He booked him self in tow title matches in one night he’s gone crazy… power has done to his head! No it hasn’t both of these matches are about principles. I had Trippy P beat last night and I want to prove that I can get the job done against him and with Trey it is personal so Trey get your Beer chugging ass out here right now! For we are about to have our sleves a good ol’ fashioned hardcore match for that TV belt… NOW!
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Post by Ash Strife on Mar 20, 2009 17:23:58 GMT -5
Pantera’s Walk blasts over the PAas FHT TV champion Trey Spruance runs out from the ramp with a steel chair and he chucks it over the tope rope before he reaches down under the ring for a case of Guinness and smashes a bottle over the head of Ash. Trey goes for a quick pin
One… Kick out by Strife
Wally Wilson: and hic here we go and I can’t feel me fucking toes…
A damn Hater: Ok Wally is drunk here looks like I am on my own here casue we all know King is a lazy bastard that won’t help
Gary King: hey! I am quite content calling this match how ever barbaric it might be.
A damn hater: what ever.
Gary King: Trey is all over Ash pushing out heavy blow after blow but Ash does the best he can to cover up before powering the much smaller Trey Spruance off of him. But both men get to there feet and Ash comes charging at Trey like a run away freight train! And Trey dodges and drop tope hold sends Ash flying through the ropes. Trey Spruance uses the ropes and vaults over and splashes onto Ash. Ash gets up and catches a fist from Trey that Trey violently throws and Ash whips Trey into the ring steps with impact! And Trey sits up in pain!
A damn Hater: Ash isn’t done as he charges and crushes Trey’s head between the ring steps and the his massive thigh
Gary King: That would have sobered up Trey if nothing else… but Ash picks up Trye and military presses him up in the air and the largest athlete in FHT hurls Trey back into the ring and Trey lands on the case of Guinness! Look at the beer stain the ring and is that blood? It is Trey rolls over and has peaces of Glass sticking out of his back. Ash climbs back in with a steel chair and waits for Trey to get up and BOOM Trey is down. Ash picks up Trey and sets him up for a side walk slam right onto the broken glass.
A Damn Hater: Ash can really man handle someone if we puts his mind to it and I think we are starting to see the motivated side of Ash that we haven’t seen in a long time. Trey crawls out of the ring and look midget P is still there and Trey shoves the little man down before searching under the ring and Oh my that will do some damage!
Gary King: Trey Spruance is back in the ring with a barbed wire wrapped 2 X 4 and he whacks Ash in the stomach and goes for a Russian leg sweep brining Ash down onto the glass now. If Ash is smart he will want to put Trey Away quickly as he still has a very fresh Trippy P later tonight! Both men get to there feet. And Ash charges Trey into a corner. Trey is starting to fight out but Ash wraps his massive arms around Trey’s waist and is shaking him violently and his locks in that tight bear hug… Ash is giving Trey some violent love here and trey can’t fight out of it and Ash is squeezing the life out of Spruance and Treys goes limp. The ref tries to go for an arm but Ash is shaking Trey too much. And turns that into a spine buster on to the turnbuckle and Trey hits the ground.
A dman Hater: is he dead?
Gary King: No he is breathing but I bet he didn’t want a motivated commissioner for his first defense. Ash sets up the chair and sets up Trey for the Strife Spike… and it connects breaking the chair in half. Ash covers…
One…Two… Three…!
Announcer: here is your winner and new FHT Television Champion… Ash Strife!
Ash asks for a mic and helps Trey to his feet.
Strife: Trey, you are one hell of a fighter and while this would be considered a short match considering that you are giving up almost three hundred pounds to me I think you did excellent and you showed me you’re a passionate hardcore wrestler that is why I name you Trey Spruance as the new number one contender for the FHT Hardcore title! You showed me a lot of heart tonight unlike last week and for such you will be rewarded. But now for some sad news. I really wanted to see this belt come back and prosper but that was a failed dream so as of right now the FHT Television championships is now officially retired again. Something just can’t work and that makes me sad but I do wan to say congrats to our new Hardcore number one contender and Trey after Casey and the hardcore champ have their match you are free to cash in… and I hope you win because I really want to see you win that belt as the dude needs to be hardcore champ so I give you my support and this is your one free pass all others you must earn.
Ash hands the TV title to the ref before walking backstage with a single tear rolling down his check.
A damn hater: well Ash had to get rid of the one thing he really wanted to see come back but not is all lost as he gave Trey a shot at the Hardcore title by naming him the new number one contender! But Ash needs to get that glass out of his back and prepare for Trippy!
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Post by Andre Roussimoff on Mar 20, 2009 22:37:24 GMT -5
As the show returns from break, we see Harold Gunther IV walking up a set of stairs.
Harold Gunther IV - We have word that Andre Rousimoff is up on the roof, and I am hoping that I can get a word with him.
Harold opens the door and steps out onto the roof and pauses for a second.
Harold Gunther IV - I can’t believe I have to do an interview on the roof. You guys know I am afraid of heights!
Off in the distance is Andre Roussimoff. He is sitting near the edge of the roof just staring off into the distance.
Harold Gunther IV - Andre. Andre! Can I have a word with you?
Roussimoff doesn't budge.
Harold Gunther IV - Andre. Your name… That’s Andre The Giant’s name?
Andre Roussimoff - Of course it is.
Harold Gunther IV - But why are you using it? What is your real name?
Andre Roussimoff - I don’t know. That’s why I am here. The FHT… Elite… Something draws me to here. Maybe it’s the violence. Maybe I just want to beat the pain out of me.
Harold Gunther IV - But why Andre The Giant’s real name?
Andre Roussimoff - That’s the only name I could remember. It has to be from my childhood. Maybe Andre was my favorite.
Harold Gunther IV - Well there you have it guys.
Gary King - I’m not sure if we really learned anything.
A-Damn Hater - Well, I learned Andre The Giant’s real name.
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Post by Former FHT Employee Daniel Ice on Mar 21, 2009 11:14:31 GMT -5
[Harold Gunther IV is backstage now, huddled in a warm coat and sipping a coffee, shivering from his encounter on the roof with Andre Roussimoff. Suddenly, he is made aware of a large shadow over him and looks up to see Dark Angel, looking annoyed]Harold Gunther IV:Oh... W-what's up, Angel? Dark Angel:Oh, you know, just spent fifteen minutes waiting for my interviewer to show, so I could, you know, do what I get paid to do and go enjoy what's left of St. Patrick's Day. Should've known on a hot March night though he'd be wrapped up, all nice and warm, sipping some Irish coffee without a care in the world. [Harold's face manages to go paler than it was outside. He stutters ineffectively]Dark Angel;Relax. Unlike half the talent I actually watch the show in-progress. I know you were just up on the roof, having a nice little chin-wag with that memory-challenged Andre Rousetticiffimoff- Harold Gunther IV:Roussimoff. Dark Angel:Yes, my life is so much richer now I know his last name. The fact is, you chose quite happily to talk to Mr Dementia up there instead of the greatest mind in this company, Dark Angel. You know who he is? You know what he is? Harold Gunther IV:...No? Dark Angel:Exactly! He's a nobody! Guy can't even remember his own name, what chance do the rest of us have? Hell, all show long, you know who I've seen? Trey, Venom, Ash and Andre. Four “newbie” locker-room washouts. People didn't pay to see those guys. They paid to see the cream of the crop. What next, we gonna get a hype package with Crusher Casey? Ace Andrews shares some valuable cooking tips? Nightmare actually re-appears? Maybe we'll get another new kid walking in like he owns the place. [Dark Angel looks around, as if expecting someone. He waits for a moment before giving up and carrying on]Dark Angel:Each and every week I hear more belly-aching and more whining and complaining that they do all the work and that they do all the interesting things and that the guys who bled for this company should just roll over and give in to them... I'm sick of it! There's only one guy in this entire company that deserves more than he's getting right now, and you're looking at him, and he earned that through years of classic matches and moments. Dark Angel vs. Blade, Casket Match. Dark Angel and Blade vs. [team joker]. Dark Angel vs. Lbm. The first Torture Chamber. Dark Angel vs. Aaron Capone vs. Xander... Those guys who are sitting back moaning about their position haven't once produced a match that could even measure up to those classics, all available on ELITE DVD. Dark Angel:Sure, Venom's got one hell of a mouth on him. Sure, Venom can quickly change his clothes in-ring at amazing speeds and put on accents and pick apart obvious character flaws... But where's that classic Max Venom match? This is wrestling, not some lame sitcom or stand-up comedy routine. Venom walked out of FHT VI not because he had gained psychic powers and just knew I wouldn't be there, but because when the lights were bright and the pressure was on, the poor bastard realised he couldn't work at my level. And while you're on strike, you just let that sink in. Harold Gunther IV:But what about you missing FHT VI as well? Dark Angel:Oh, me? I got confused. I looked at my FHT/ELITE 2008 Calender and saw “FHT Anniversary: November”. And I saw “ELITE Anniversary: December” and then got a call telling me FHT VI was happening on January and I thought it was Lbm pulling a rib. Simple, huh? Harold Gunther IV:Well, I guess.. Dark Angel:Anyway... Venom, you can go ahead and strike, and let the world remember you for being that guy who did those oh-so-funny jokes about older guys being really old and pissing themselves and for hilariously original “Dark Angel walks out” jokes that were mildly amusing when Lbm added them into his routine a few years back. The fact is, I, like every other experienced veteran of the federation, have been ripped apart by far more capable hands before. I've had Lbm cut shoot after shoot on me! I've had Soul Reaper rip me apart verbally on the microphone! I've had Terrell Odom call me every name he could muster up... You don't even rank on the top ten, boy. So once you get this stupid strike nonsense out of your head, why don't you come on back, why don't you look me in the eye and challenge me to a match like a man, and take your beatings like one as well. Hell, I've even got the perfect gimmick match type all set up, being as creative as I am. Harold Gunther IV:You're challenging Venom?! But he's on strike! Dark Angel:If Max Venom has any balls, he'll be right on back to accept this challenge, this chance we're all apparently so against him having. And hell, you know what? If Venom does turn out to be more suited wrestling for the FHT Women's Title, I'll be generous enough to school each and every one of the young guns hungrily waiting for their chance too! Come one, come all, I'll happily show you the difference between a wrestler... and a legend. [Angel walks off, and Gunther lets out a sigh of relief nothing bad has happened, then knocks his coffee right back and gets ready to go back to work]
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Post by The F'N Legend Lbm on Mar 22, 2009 10:19:40 GMT -5
The "Newbie" Locker Room...[/color]
We cut immediately following Dark Angel's chat with Harold Gunther IV, to the FHT Hardcore Champion, The F'N Legend Lbm arriving at the arena backstage. Lbm has his title belt draped over his shoulder and his bag on his back as he makes his way inside and down the corridor.
The F'N Legend Lbm asks road agent Cowboy for the "newbie locker room" as Cowboy looks at him stunned over the request. Cowboy points to a door further along the corridor as Lbm heads directly for it and walks on in without hestitation.
Inside the inhabitants (including Trey Spruance, Big Daddy Strife, Ace Andrews, Crusher Casey, Nightmare & Andre Roussimoff) of the locker room all stop as The F'N Legend Lbm finds an empty locker and throws his bag in and puts his title down on the bench and begins to get changed for his match.
Lbm pulls off his t-shirt as the locker room all stare at him almost in disgust at his being in there in the first place. Two weeks ago, the entire "newbie" locker room attacked Lbm when him and Trey Spruance fought in there.[/color]
The F'N Legend Lbm: Hey guys locker room etiquette here. It's rude to stare! I'm flattered and all by the attention but seriously - I'm just trying to get changed for my match in peace here!
Trey Spruance: You got some nerve showing up in here dinosaur man! What you think your one of the boys now? Slumming it in here with the rest of us?
Big Daddy Strife: Lbm as commissioner of this company, I'm gonna have to ask you step out of here! Its in everyone's best interests if you leave now!
The F'N Legend Lbm: Comissioner? You? What the fuck man? Your not no commissioner? I ain't never seen a commissioner get changed in the locker rooms with the rest of the guys? Shouldn't you be in some lavish office with a leather couch and a hot looking lady catering to your every whim?
Big Daddy Strife: I get changed in here cause I'm one of the boys! I ain't no pretenious has been lording it up over the guys who are busting their ass for this company and getting no praise or reward for it!
The F'N Legend Lbm: Yeah CAK your real special! I mean you are doing such a good job as commissioner. I mean your real lighting a fire on these guys' asses! What a monumental decision! Bring back the FHT Television Championship at a time when there are four singles championships just crying out for competition!
Bring back a title that peaked upon its inception five years ago and that was mercifully retired and put out of it's misery when FHT was failing to properly promote two mid card championships! Then when you realise that your boy Trey Spruance here in his alcohol/drug induced haze sucked the life out of the brief ressurection of this championship - you beat him for a title you couldn't even be bothered to drop in the first place and scrap it again!
Yeah CAK! Your a fine commissioner! In three weeks you managed to piss away the biggest honor you've earned in your entire tenure here and completely shit on the efforts of "Sick" Nick to help you a sucess by pushing you as the man to unify the FHT Television and FHT Hardcore championship. Seriously CAK, well done! Well fuckin done man!
Big Daddy Strife: I'm sick of you so called veterans! I only brought back the FHT Television championship in the first place to give these hardworking men something to aim for in the first place. You've been FHT Hardcore Champion for four months! How many times you defended it?
Correct me if I'm wrong but won't tonite be only your fourth defence? What about Trippy P? He defended that ELITE Global Honored Crown all of zero times since he won it way back in September? Thats a champion to be proud of so why not let him have another championship so he can't defend that one as well! Soul Reaper - I mean a guy who collects one of the biggest pay cheques in this entire company and yet he wrestled maybe 5/6 matches in 2008!
Its not because you guys are the best wrestlers that you got the championships? No... it's because you guys play your politics! You turned what at one time was a competitive wrestling federation, into your own personnal ego driven glory fest! Thats why your so called wrestling company has nearly went out of bussiness so many times! Its always the same old bunch of has beens monopolising the championships!
Look at the last three shows and at tonite's! It ain't been none of you so called veterans in that ring, putting their bodies on the line or doing promo after promo! Its been us! The men in this room now! We're the reason your federation is still alive in 2009!
The F'N Legend Lbm: So what... you think I don't deserve to be FHT Hardcore champion? You think Trippy P don't deserve to be ELITE Heavyweight Champion? You think that Soul Reaper shouldn't be the FHT Undisputed Champion? Because what a guy like you should be wearing one of those belts? This whole "newbie" thing... you guys all believe that we veterans should all be happily standing aside and letting all of you take over!
You think Keith Williams who for two years has lead FHT and ELITE through a credit crunch and so much bullshit and yet kept us going - you think cause you wanna play boss man Keith Williams should just give up? What the fuck have you done to deserve that honor? You beat "Sick" Nick in the match of your life what nearly two years ago to win both the FHT Hardcore & Television titles!? What have you done since then? Cause I can't think of anything. Two fuckin years and you've had one memorable moment.
You ever pick up an old FHT video tape or an old ELITE DVD! Cause if you bothered to - you'd see just what Keith Williams as ShadowWalker did in two years as part of two seperate companies! He won countless championships and was involved so many great matches and he continued to entertain not just over two years - but over a period of six years continues to get in that ring sparodically and out perform you and your boys in this locker room and delivers some of the most entertaining work as FHT/ELITE General Manager!
In just three weeks in the role of commissioner, you've already fucked up your biggest decision and backtracked embarrassingly on it! Wonderful job CAK! Seriously! Wonderful!
Big Daddy Strife: Your so full of bullshit Lbm!
The F'N Legend Lbm: Probably... I've heard that manys a time before, but CAK I will not sit idlely by while you and your "newbie" boys here sit and disrespect this federation and it's champions! Look Ace Andrews hah... that stupid looking hat! You's are going round saying that we hold people down! Not one of you guys has ever been held down! Ace Andrews didnt just wonder in here off the street!
No he was introduced to this place by two long standing members of the roster by the names of Blade and Dark Angel! They spent time helping this guy get a contract, nurturing him on the unique style that we have spent years carving and teaching him about how to get ahead. Ace Andrews - years ago we didnt get given such a helping hand when we walked through those doors the first time. Ace when you made your debut here - who fuckin get in touch with you immediately, shook your hand and congratulated you on making your debut and offered himself for any help you might need?
That Ace Andrews was me... When Ultimate ELITE came around and you pulled off some incredible victories enroute to winning the championship. It was the veterans in the form of FHT Undisputed Champion Satan, former FHT Undisputed Champion Red Ninja and myself who gave you a huge boost and catapulted you that night.
Ace Andrews: I beat you guys all fair and square! You didn't do me no favors that night!
The F'N Legend Lbm: No Ace we did! If we hadn't of spent nearly six years busting our asses off for this company winning countless championships, then you beating us three guys in one night wouldn't have been nearly as big a deal as it was! We each spent six years meaning that one simple victory over us, would send an unknown newbie like you to the moon!
And when the locker room was outraged! When the internet was outraged! When I had people telling me to my face that ELITE's Heavyweight championship was now a joke. It was me Ace that stuck up for you! It was me Ace Andrews that told the world that this kid deserved to be in this spot so early. And it was me Ace that put my reputation on the line and told everyone that Ace Andrews as ELITE Heavyweight Champion would be the best thing to happen to that championship in years!
And you fucked it up Ace! Not just a little bit! HUGE! Ace you were the ELITE Heavyweight Champion ahead of so many of your peers! I've spent more than four years in ELITE and I had that title for about 30 minutes in 2005! You got Blade, Dark Angel, Blue, D'Marcus Brown, NIN Horror, Terrell Odom, Darkness King. Men who worked their asses off night in and night out and they never got that chance!
That is what pisses me off about all you "newbies". Cause I ain't against none of you! Your all walking around with this attitude that no one wearing a title belt wants anything to do with you or that theres this glass ceiling that you all wont get past. I've spent my entire career, making tomorrow's stars. I came first! Before there was any of this - it was me standing as the 1st FHT Hardcore Champion which began all of FHT and began ELITE. I signed the deeds that put the sworn enemies FHT and ELITE together to keep making stars and to keep these companies going.
Each and every new sign up to both feds have benefited from the rub of Lbm! And you guys all wanna stand around and claim you get nothing and that you bust your asses night and night out. Well that is bullshit! Me and everyone of the veterans around here would like nothing more than to see each one of your prosper.
But the sad fact is...CAK you've been trying what two years? Casey... my gawd man you debuted for ELITE in the first year. Nightmare? You still even here? Trey? Your absolutely terrible... Ace? Well you were the youngest ELITE Heavyweight Champion of all time and saddly I can't ever see you being anywhere near that level ever again. And Max Venom? Where is Mad Max?
Nightmare: He walked out on strike earliar tonite!
The F'N Legend Lbm: Great! What a cool thing to do! Spend three weeks bigging yourself up to be the leader of this revolution, and wanting to burst through the glass ceiling and wear the big title belts. And rather than wrestling to prove that. Well you take part in one tag match and one triple threat match and then yo go on strike! Maybe this guy's problem is that he wants a lighter schedule like Keith or Trippy or someone! He doesn't hate the veterans of this company! He just wants their privileges! Hahaha!
Lbm pulls down his track pants to reveal his tights, and closes his locker room door still surrounding by the seething "newbies". Ace Andrews is right in Lbm's face now! Lbm shows no signs of backing down from him as the two opponents for later on standing nose to nose! Beside Ace Andrews, we see a quiet Crusher Casey holding Ace Andrews back.[/color]
The F'N Legend Lbm: How sad is it for you Casey hah? That your standing here in the shadows being lead by this group who have just walked in off the street and been expected to be handed every on a silver platter. Four years of your life Casey! Four long years and all you got to show for it is a long drawn out lousy tag title run with Blue! Honestly Casey... out of all these guys - perhaps your the saddest of all! If you'll excuse me gentlemen. I'm needed to meet and greet some fans, do an interview with PWI Magazine and endorse a beer in Ireland here before my match! I'll see out there Ace!
Ace Andrews: Good luck! Legend!
Lbm picks up his belt and walks out as he walks through the wall of "newbies". They all stand there looking somewhat pissed at what Lbm just said to them. None more so than Crusher Casey who is standing seething. Casey walks away from the group and punches a locker room door hard denting it as Ash Strife pats Ace Andrews on the back wishing him the best in his Belfast Brawl with Lbm later on![/color]
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Post by Former FHT Employee Daniel Ice on Mar 22, 2009 11:55:11 GMT -5
[We're back on FHT/Legacy and standing in the ring is a pissed-off looking Nightmare, holding a live microphone. He's pacing up and down, sweating and shaking with anger]Nightmare:When I came back to FHT, I didn't expect the red carpet to be rolled out or special treatment. I came back looking to fight... Let's take you back nearly a month ago: Nightmare:Firstly, I never got any god damn coffee, and secondly, I've been sitting back there for the last month waiting for a challenge. I've heard from Venom and I've heard from Lbm, and quite frankly, as far as I'm concerned, all this bickering back-and-forth ain't getting me anywhere near that ring. So I am once again- Dong...
Dong...
Dong... [As “Out of the Fire” starts up, Nightmare looks to the entrance ramp, pissed, as Dark Angel appears, smirking. He is also holding a mic in his hand, and takes his time coming down to the ring, as the fans rain down abuse on him]Dark Angel:Nightmare... Nightmare... Nightmare... Nope, can't place it. You've got a vaguely familiar name, you know. Maybe you were another one of those guys who back in the day naïve children in playgrounds would assign as the FHT equivalent to me in ELITE, so they could speculate on the grand FHT vs. ELITE card. If so... Quite frankly, I'm offended. Nightmare:No one compared the two of us, because I was far better. Dark Angel:No, no, no... Because there's a real markable difference between the two of us. You see, you've been phoning it in for the last month, let's face it. You just happened to be in the right place at the right time to get in frame for the Venom promo and the Lbm promo just now. So essentially, for the last month, you've been missing. And this was your big comeback, hell, the re-debut of FHT/ELITE Legacy proudly announced “The Return of Nightmare!” as one of its spectacles. Nightmare:Yeah, and I did return. Dark Angel:Well grasped. So back to that “markable difference”. See, you've checked out for a month. Who the hell noticed? Not once did I hear the fans crying out for some Nightmare action. Hell, before we went off the air, your name wasn't even thrown about as some potential return. You disappear, and nobody cares. Nightmare:Right, and you're so different? Dark Angel:Yes! Yes! Whenever I choose to go missing for a bit, people take notice. The fans chat amongst themselves, sad and forlorn. The wrestlers all ask themselves “Where's Dark Angel?”. Lbm hits the bar early and takes an extra shot for me... And the quality of this program notably declines. Venom's arrogant enough to assume his little variety shows have been sending the ratings up, but that's nonsense. People are tuning in again, delighted to see that once more, Dark Angel has come to save the promotion from the depths of boring, unimaginative hell! Nightmare:Yeah, you mean these fans? [Nightmare holds the microphone up to signal the crowd to start an “Angel Sucks!” chant. Dark Angel pauses, annoyed as Nightmare smirks at him]Dark Angel:...Well, you know that open challenge you've apparently been sitting on for a month now? Nightmare:Yeah? You gonna ta- [Suddenly Angel smashes the microphone right into the head of Nightmare with a sickening smack that is echoed in the sound system. Referee Leon Spinx runs down the ramp and after a moment of hesitation, signals for the bell to ring]Wally Wilson:What the hell is Angel doing? That's just completely uncalled for, Nightmare beat Angel at his own little game, so Angel cracked him in the head! A-Damn Hater:Normally I wouldn't agree, but yeah, that's just pathetic. And now he's gonna wrestle a match with Nightmare after that cheap shot? Gary King:Hey, Nightmare issued the open challenge a month ago, by now he should be more than ready. [Commentary pauses awkwardly as both Wally and A-Damn stare in shock at Gary King, who seems to be pretty set in his position. Angel pulls Nightmare up and the cameras show the microphone actually shattered on impact, and there are bits stuck in the head of Nightmare, including near his eyes, and he's forced to swing blindly at Angel. Angel whips him off the ropes and hits the big boot. Nightmare stumbles up, still blinded, right into the waiting hand of Dark Angel who sends him up for the Unearthly Destroyer. Dark Angel covers... but pulls Nightmare up at the last moment!]A-Damn Hater:Just pin the guy and take the damn tainted victory, Angel. You've proven nothing. [Angel drags Nightmare up to his feet and then flips him over... And hits a tombstone piledriver! Nightmare seemingly cuts himself on the microphone shrapnel in his head and starts to bleed. Angel then picks him up for the Unearthly Destroyer, hitting it for a second time. Leon Spinx tries to reason with Angel, who just flips Nightmare onto his stomach and latches a hand right against the back of his throat, squeezing the life out of Nightmare, or at least what is left of it]Wally Wilson:That's a chokehold, that's an illegal chokehold! Gary King:Check the rulebook, Wally, ELITE rules allow this type of hold, Angel's had it in his arsenal for years as the “Touch of Death”. [Nightmare goes limp and Leon raises his hand once... no response. Twice... Still nothing. And a third time... Nightmare's hand hits the mat. The bell rings and “Out of the Fire” hits and Angel reluctantly lets the hold go to have his hand raised in victory]Erik Knights:Here is your winner, Dark Angel! [The fans reign down boos, but Angel doesn't seem done. He drags the lifeless body of Nightmare out of the ring and up the ramp. He enters through the curtain, scattering referees and road agents in his wake, as he navigates the corridors to one of the outside exits, a glass door decorated in typical Irish flair. With a burst of strength, Angel chucks Nightmare through the glass, sending it shattering everywhere as he follows through the now broken door into the night. Nightmare lies bloodied and beaten, knocked out beneath him]A-Damn Hater:That's too much. He's gone too far! What the hell does this prove? Gary King:I think you know that, A-Damn. It sends a message to talent not pulling their weight around here and it sends a message to Max Venom for next week. [Angel lifts Nightmare up and drops his body into a large garbage bin outside, staring at him, the humour and arrogance gone in the place of madness and bloodlust]Dark Angel:Venom... Grow a spine and come face me next week... So I can tear it right out again! [Angel walks back inside, slamming the now-useless door behind him, which cracks and snaps right off its hinges, as FHT/ELITE Legacy cuts to another segment]
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Post by Andre Roussimoff on Mar 22, 2009 20:18:08 GMT -5
As we come back we see “Fat” Tony Giordano already standing in the ring.
Wally Wilson - I guess it's time for Andre Roussimoff to show us what he has again.
Gary King - Let’s hope he doesn’t go for those weapons again, like last week.
All the lights in the arena go black. We Who Are Not As Others by Sepultura hits. Suddenly a light hits the stage as we see Andre Roussimoff standing there, head down. He walks off and heads to the ring. He climbs the stairs and enters the ring as the match begins.
Wally Wilson - Lets see what this rookie’s got.
A-Damn Hater - He’s got a mental problem, that’s what he’s got!
We begin with both competitors facing each other in a stare down. “Fat” Tony reaches back but before he can connect Andre Roussimoff hits him with a headbut. He follows that up with a clothesline and “Fat” Tony is down. Andre Roussimoff steps back and allows “Fat” Tony the chance to get up which he takes quickly. They lock up in the middle of the ring both struggling for the upper hand. Andre Roussimoff manages to throw “Fat” Tony back but Tony comes back with a blow to the head. “Fat” Tony then steps back and delivers a big standing splash. Andre Roussimoff looks a little stunned as “Fat” Tony grabs him and hits a suplex. He keeps lock on and picks Andre Roussimoff up and hits a snap suplex. “Fat” Tony, still locked on, picks him up and hits a third suplex.
Wally Wilson - A bit of a modified Three Amigos there.
Gary King - Yeah I don’t think Andre was expecting that.
Andre Roussimoff gets up groggily and “Fat” Tony hits him with a knee. Andre then connects with an elbow to the face. “Fat” Tony stumbles around and Andre hits him with a bulldog. Andre, giving “Fat” Tony no second chance this time, quickly applies an STF. Andre pulls back hard and “Fat” Tony yells in pain. The ref drops down to check on “Fat” Tony but he manages to kick out of the hold. Both men panting slightly they once again tie up. Andre this time manages to back “Fat” Tony in to the turnbuckle. Andre hits him with three quick forearms to the face and then steps back and dropkicks “Fat” Tony in the face. “Fat” Tony slumps to the ground and Andre drags him out a few feet. Andre then climbs the turnbuckles and hits a twisting legdrop. The crowd gives a pretty good pop for this but is mostly sitting in rapt silence. Andre Roussimoff goes for the pin. 1...2...kick out. “Fat” Tony barely manages to get his shoulder up before three. Andre picks him up but gets a punch in the face as his reward. “Fat” Tony tries to get a hold on Andre but gets pushed off. Andre comes out of nowhere with another clothesline. He picks “Fat” Tony up and goes for a DDT but “Fat” Tony manages to struggle out of it. “Fat” Tony tosses Andre into an irish whip but Andre grabs ahold of the ropes to stop himself. “Fat” Tony runs at Andre and Andre hits him with a tremendous spinbuster. Andre stomps “Fat” Tony for minute and then picks him back up. Andre gets “Fat” Tony up and hits a DDT.
Wally Wilson - What a spinebuster from Andre. I didn’t think he’d get the big man up
A-Damn Hater - …Must’ve ate his Wheaties this morning!
Andre lifts “Fat” Tony to his feet and lifts him up onto his shoulders. Tony is dropped to the mat with a Death Valley Driver and is followed up by Andre going to the top rope. Andre leaps from the top rope and hits Tony with a big frog splash.
Gary King - DEATH FROM ABOVE! DEATH FROM ABOVE!
Andre goes for the cover. 1...2...and 3. Andre Roussimoff is the winner.
Announcer - And the winner is....ANDRE ROUSSIMOFF!
The crowd gives a pop for this well played match. Andre walks up the ramp before stopping at the top, turning around and staring at the downed “Fat” Tony. He turns back without a care and goes to the back.
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Post by Keith Williams on Mar 23, 2009 9:32:28 GMT -5
Max Venom is seen heading towards his car, with his wrestling bag in tow.
Max Venom: Would you kindly step away from my car.
The camera pans from Max to his car. Standing there with his back turned toward Max is Keith Williams. His associate Melody is sitting on the fender of the car.
Keith Williams: Ah Maximilian. You are not thinking of leaving our little party so early are you?
Max Venom: Well, figured since none of the Good Ole Boys in the back want a piece of the greatest show on FHT, that I would call it a early night. So what do I owe the pleasure of the bi-monthly appearance of the General Manager?
Keith turns around to face Max.
Keith Williams: You don't mind me calling you Max do you? I mean calling you Venom would just be blasphemous, Don't you agree?
Max Venom: sarcasticallyBut of course it would.
Keith Williams: Well I thought that I would address this so called "strike" that you are proposing to do. And I find that face to face is more personal then to do it via telephone. So I believe you can have this back.
Keith reaches into his pocket and pulls out Max's business card and tosses it towards him.
Max Venom: Well isn't this a surprise. I would figure that a man with your type of power wouldn't want to spoil your hands by being seen mingling with the lower life forms.
Keith Williams: Well Max, life in general is full of surprises. I happened to catch your little skit earlier this evening. I honestly don't know whether to be upset that I wasn't included or to be flattered.
Max Venom: Flattered?
Keith Williams: Well considering that you are so intelligent, it goes without reasoning that you have studied up on everyone in this company. That involves watching video's of past matches and promos.
Max Venom: Am I getting red? I should be the one being flattered right now.
Keith Williams: Well going by that reasoning, I can see why you wouldn't include me in your little parody out there. If I was you, I wouldn't want to go and piss me off either.
Now to get to why I should be flattered. You have to have studied previous promos that I have do. And you should have known that I was doing the exact same thing you are doing 6 years ago when I first came into this business.
Do you think that you were the first one to come up with the idea of mocking LBM? I have been doing that since I first stepped into FHT. Have you ever caught my "Satan's mom" promo? Of course you did, thats why you had to do the retirement promo last week.
Max Venom: While you may have done them first Keith, that isn't saying that you did them best. If I remember correctly, everyone is a buzz with what I have done. Looking over the archives, I don't recall seeing anyone praising you at the level they are me. Now if you excuse me, i got matters to attend to.
Keith Williams: Are you talking about that strike and autograph signing that you were scheduled for next week?
Max Venom: Were scheduled for?
Keith nods towards Melody
Melody: Hello? This is Max Venoms media representative. We regretfully have to inform you that Mr. Venom will be unable to attend your autograph signing next week. Mr. Venom has had a unfortunate family emergency that needs to be taken care of. We will call you when Mr. Venom will be able to reschedule.
Max Venom: Clever. Looks like I just gonna have a unscheduled vacation then.
Keith Williams: You would think. But there is something on your schedule for next week. You see Dark Angel has been going around challenging you. Not only to the fans that are watching the show tonight, but those that are catching this on the Internet.
Isn't that what you been asking for Max? To have someone above the "glass ceiling" to challenge you? Isn't that the purpose of this "strike"?
Now I see that you have 3 options for next week. One, you come out next week, accept Dark Angels challenge and get your ass kicked around that ring. Two, you come out next week, accept Dark Angels challenge and by some miracle, you win and prove that you should have a bigger role in the company. Or three, you stay home next week, thus proving what everyone of us "good ole boys" know in the back, and that is you and everyone of your kind have no right to be anywhere near the main event, and will forever never see a world title match. Its up to you Max, its your call.
With that Keith nods toward Melody who hops off of Max's car and the duo head back into the arena towards the management offices leaving Max standing in the parking lot in though.
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Post by Ninja/Killer on Mar 23, 2009 9:39:55 GMT -5
Legacy returns with Kristin Ricci standing by with Killer.
KR:Killer, tonight you and Re-I mean Akuma Ninja will be teaming in a special FHT vs Europe tag team match to face off against the English tag team The Kartel. But the question is how are you adjusting to Ninja's new "change".
K:Change, well let me tell you Kristin, ever since Ninja got his old name taken away from him he hasn't been the same. Last week I didn't even know if he was the same guy as before. There's something, there's something in his eyes and the way he acted, it's something I've never felt or seen from him before. I don't even know where he's been all today, but I know he's going to be ther for me during this tag match and that's all that matters.
Killer leaves.
KR:Well, lets go down to the ringside area for more action.
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Post by Ninja/Killer on Mar 23, 2009 9:42:41 GMT -5
"Song 2" by Blur hits as out comes Sha Samuels and Terry Frazier collectively known as The Kartel to some boos from the crowd. Samuels threatens to punch out a front row fan as Frazier jaw jacks with some fans as soon both get into the ring.
"Godzilla Theme" hits as Killer emerges from the entrance way. Killer wears a Black Wrestling Singlet with Killer written in White on the Lower Back, Black Fingerless Gloves,Black Kneepads and Black Boots. Killer slaps a few hands at ringside then enters the ring.
"O Fortuna" hits as the lights go out in the arena. A lone spotlight shines on the entrance way as Angelica Demonica emerges from the back. Angelica has White Corpse Paint on her face, and wears a Black Tank Top, Black Pants, and Black Boots. Angelica walks a bit before looking to the entrance way as Akuma Ninja comes from the back. Ninja wears a Black Robe with a White Cross on the back with Barb Wire wrapped around it. Ninja wears his new Black Ninja Mask but underneath has the exposed part of his face painted Red. Ninja enters the ring then removes his robe. For ring attire Ninja wears a Black Undershirt, Black Pleather Pants with White Lightning Bolts going down the Left Leg and Death written in White going down the Right Leg, Black Tape around his Fingers and Wrists, and Black Boots. DING DING DING
Ninja immediatley charges and hits a Flying Forearm on Samuels. Killer suprised by the sudden start immediatley charges and hits a Clothesline on Frazier sending him out of the ring. Ninja takes Samuels up and throws him into a corner. Ninja starts pounding on Samuels with hard fists Ninja grabs Samuels then starts choking him then grabs his nose and starts twisting it but the ref pulls him off. Ninja shoves the ref to the mat then starts furiously kicking away at Samuels stomach. The ref gets up and pulls Ninja away as Samuels exits the ring. The ref starts yelling at Ninja about shoving him. Ninja stares down the ref as Killer gets in between them t make sure the match doesn't end in a DQ. On the outside of the ring Frazier checks with Samuels to make sure he's okay after the brutal kicks from Ninja. Frazier yells at a ringside fan who is mocking the two as Killer apparently has calmed the situation between Ninja and the ref. Killer goes to the ring apron as Frazier has decided to enter the ring. Frazier gets right into Ninja's face about the way he assaulted his partner. Ninja headbutts Frazier in the face then starts firing hard kicks to the back of Frazier's right leg. Frazier goes to his knees as he tries to beg Ninja off. Ninja kicks Frazier's hand. Frazier rolls onto his back holding his hand as Samuels enters the ring to argue with the ref about Ninja's tactic. The ref forces Samuels back on the apron as Ninja takes Frazier off the mat and grabs the hand he kicked. Ninja starts twisting Frazier's wrist applying pressure onto the hand. Frazier screams out in pain as Ninja then kicks him in the leg then slams him to the mat with a Back Suplex. Ninja covers with a forearm over Frazier's face. 1,2 shoulder up. Ninja takes Frazier off the mat then takes him to his corner. Ninja throws Frazier into the corner then tags Killer. Killer enters as Ninja holds Frazier in place. Frazier gets wide eyes as Killer winds up and delivers a hard chop across the chest. Frazier staggers out of the corner as Killer winds up and chops him hard on the back. Frazier hits the mat then crawls quickly to his corner to tag Samuels. Samuels enters the ring and spits at Killer's boot. Killer and Samuels lock up as Samuels quickly locks on a Cravate. Killer elbows Samuels in the ribs breaking the Cravate. Killer goes for a swing but Samuels grabs his arm and flips him over to the mat in a sitting position. Samuels then follows up with a Mongolian Chop to a seated Killer. Killer stands up and gets in Samuels face. The two jaw jack until Samuels delivers a European Uppercut to Killer. Killer responds with one of his own. Samuels responds with another European Uppercut to Killer's face. Killer returns that aswell. Samuels then fires two more European Uppercuts then throws in a Mongolian Chop. Samuels throws in another Mongolian Chop then hooks Killer for an Exploder Suplex. Killer elbows out of it then hooks Samuels and tosses him with a T Bone Suplex. Samuels goes back to his corner and tags Frazier. Frazier enters the ring as he and Killer lock up. Frazier drops down to his knees and flips Killer over his shoulder. Frazier gets to his feet and takes Killer over with a Hiptoss. Killer gets onto his feet as Frazier tries taking him over with another Hiptoss but Killer blocks and slaps Frazier on the chest then tosses him with a high Hiptoss of his own. Killer tags in Ninja. Ninja jumps over the top rope then charges and hits Frazier with a Running Forearm. Ninja charges at Samuels who's on the apron but Samuels gets off the apron to avoid it. Ninja turns as Frazier charges and hits him with a hard Lariat. Frazier starts stomping away at Ninja then grabs him and drapes him over the bottom rope. Frazier stands on Ninja's back applying pressure on his throat choking Ninja on the rope. Frazier applys pressure for a few more seconds before getting off. Frazier tags Samuels.
Samuels enters the ring as Frazier jumps up and wraps his legs around Samuels neck. Frazier then Hurracanranas Samuels over so that Samuels can hit a Rolling Senton on Ninja. Samuels covers 1,2 shoulder up. Samuels takes Ninja up then fires a few hard right hands to the face then picks Ninja up and Body Slams him to the mat. Samuels then stomps Ninja hard on the chest. Samuels then sits Ninja up and starts going for the mask. Ninja resists as Samuels then elbows Ninja on the back of the neck. Samuels then takes Ninja off of the mat then hooks him in position then lifts him up and slams him with an Exploder Suplex. 1,2 kickout. Samuels tags in Frazier. Samuels lifts Ninja onto his shoulders. Frazier runs to the ropes and looks for the Kartel Kick but Ninja has slid off of Samuels shoulders and shoves him forward so that he takes the Kartel Kick. Frazier is shocked that he hit his partner and checks on him as Ninja turns him around and hits Side Kick to the stomach. Ninja then Double Underhooks Frazier's arms then lifts him up and hits a Backbreaker. Killer enters the ring as Samuels staggers up to his feet. Killer charges and hits an STO. Ninja jumps over Samuels then raises his leg up. Killer grabs it then flips him bak so that he hits a Standing Moonsault onto Samuels. Samuels rolls out of the ring as Frazier gets onto his feet. Ninja hits a Back Spin Kick to Frazier's stomach. Frazier doubles over as Killer hits a boot to the side of Frazier's head. Frazier spins around as Ninja hits a Superkick. Ninja then lifts Frazier onto his shoulders then crosses his legs and hits a Canadian Crash. 1,2,3!!!!! Jane:Here are your winners Akuma Ninja and Killer. The ref raises Ninja and Killers arms. Ninja then turns back to see as Samuels is checking on Frazier. Ninja sneaks up behind Samuels and hits a Buzzsaw kick to the back of the head. Ninja then applys the Canadian Clutch onto Samuels. The ref and Killer quickly grab Ninja to try and break the hold. Ninja holds on for a few seconds until Killer pulls Ninja off. Ninja gets on his feet as Killer yells at Ninja for what he did. Ninja looks at Killer then rolls out of the ring. Ninja starts walking to the back with Angelica as Killer stands in the ring not knowing what's going on with his good friend. Legacy goes to a commercial.
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Post by The F'N Legend Lbm on Mar 24, 2009 9:02:52 GMT -5
The Streets Of Belfast!!![/color]
We cut outside the sold out Oddyseyy Arena on St Patrick's Day to the streets of Belfast! The crowds from St Paddy's Day are lining the main city centre outside city hall were earliar today a huge parade walked through the city.
In the middle of City Hall is Botanic Gardens were the Belfast Eye (a huge fair wheel) and a huge beer tent has been erected for the day! The crowds are going wild as referee Harry Hebner is standing there with The F'N Legend Lbm![/color]
Gary King: Our camera crews are live in the streets as we get ready for the first ever Belfast Brawl here in FHT/ELITE for the FHT Hardcore Championship!
Wally Wilson: Lbm is already there just outside City Hall as he awaits his opponent tonite former ELITE Heavyweight Champion Ace Andrews? But where is he?
A black Belfast taxi pulls up outside City Hall, as Ace Andrews gets out. The people boo as he pays the driver through the window. Lbm stands awaiting his opponent with a huge smile on his face. Ace reluctantly makes his way through the drunken crowds towards The F'N Legend Lbm!
The referee motions for the ringing of the bell as everyone cheers as Lbm and Ace begin to go at it trading right hands in the streets of Belfast. Lbm takes an early advantage smacking Ace Andrew's head of the black taxi he just arrived in. Lbm grabs a beer bottle off someone and smacks it over Ace's head.
Ace tries to get away from Lbm pushing past the crowds going into the Botanic Gardens. There is a huge queue of people waiting to get on the Belfast Eye (the big fair wheel). Ace pushes past the queue as Lbm follows him. The two fight up to the front of the queue now as Lbm throws Ace over the baricade.
The big wheel isn't moving as Lbm throws Ace into one of the stalls. There are two Japanese tourists sitting there as another one is about to take a picture![/color]
Japanese Tourist: It is Lbm-san! Famous wrestler! Fuckin... Legendamo! Can I have a picture?
The F'N Legend Lbm: Of course you can! Lbm poses for a picture with two of the Japanese tourists before again turning to Ace Andrews and booting him in the face. The stewards are trying to move Lbm and Ace out of the way as the wheel is beginning to move again.
Lbm throws Ace onto the laps of the Japanese tourists as the wheel begins to go up! Lbm waves at him as the panicing stewards yells stop as Ace Andrews goes about 10ft up in the air! Lbm laughs as he turns his attentions to some people and is given a drink by them. Lbm drinks the beer down as from above Ace Andrews is standing on top of that carriage looking down!
Lbm dares Ace Andrews to jump, but Ace looks scared. Lbm turns to the people again and has another beer. Ace Andrews jumps from the pod 10ft in the air landing on top of Lbm and some of the people! Ace Andrews leaped from the pod in the air crushing Lbm and several people!
A huge cheer goes up and a "Holy Shit" for Ace Andrews. Ace gets back to his feet and yells out as people applaud him. Ace grabs Lbm and whips him into the fencing around the big wheel! Lbm goes over it awkwardly now as Ace drags Lbm over into the beautiful flowers in Botanic Gardens. Lbm is thrown into the flower bed destroying them as Ace throws dirt into Lbm's face and then kicks his face down into it more!
The people are booing as Ace sees a shovel sitting there obviously belonging to one of the gardeners. Ace smacks the shovel into Lbm's skull! Lbm is covered in dirt as Ace hits him on his surgically repaired back several times! Ace climbs through the shrubbery and whips Lbm into a tree like he's throwing him into a ring post. The rapid Belfast people are booing Ace! He takes a run at Lbm who ducks and Ace flies into the tree trunk![/color]
Wally Wilson: Oh my gawd! What a match! Lets take another look at that impressive leap off the big wheel onto Lbm and those poor people below!
A-Damn Hater: Thats a lawsuit right there! Ace Andrews took out about five people with that one! And what about those Japanese tourists?
The F'N Legend Lbm throws Ace Andrews into a bush now as we see security arriving to get Lbm and Ace Andrews off the botanic lawns which have now been destroyed. Lbm leads Ace Andrews over to the espically erected beer tent for St Patrick's Day! It is crowded still with people watching this all on big plasma televisions. Lbm and Ace fight into the tent as the drinkers throw beer over both men.
Lbm is still covered in so much soil as he is given a beer bath to get it off him by the revellers. Lbm grabs a can and drinks it down as he spits it in Ace Andrews' face. Lbm throws Ace into a bench knocking several big irish's mens drinks to the floor. They look at Ace pissed off as Ace points to Lbm who has disappearing blaming him.
The big drinkers grab Ace Andrews and throw him into the bar. Ace is nearly knocked out as Lbm returns now with a beer barrell in his hands. Lbm waits for Ace to get up as he cracks the barrell down on Ace's head. Ace is now busted open as Lbm is given a bottle of vodka from the bar and pours it down Ace Andrew's mouth.
Ace chokes as he tries to get up. Ace lowblows Lbm as Lbm drops to his knees as Ace lifts a wooden bar stool now and cracks it over Lbm's back! The crowds are booing as referee Harry Hebner counts the first pinfall attempt of the match. One, Two... Lbm kicks out!
Ace grabs a crate filled with empty bottles and waits for Lbm to get back up! Lbm is back on his feet as Ace throws the crate of bottles at Lbm. Glass breaks everywhere as Lbm is cut all down his arms and chest!
Ace Andrews picks him up and body slams Lbm down on the floor onto all the broken beer bottles cutting Lbm all over his back. Lbm cries out in pain as he stands up and the camera shows his back and front all bloody. Ace grabs Lbm and leads him to the outdoor smoking area at the side of the tent.
Through a bunch of smokers Ace throws Lbm into a huge ash tray. Ace mushes Lbm's face into the dirty ash. Lbm elbows Ace Andrews in the stomach as he grabs a cigarette off a punter and sinches it into Ace's face several times. Ace is burnt in four or five parts of his face as Lbm is bleeding all over his back and chest.
Lbm smashes another bottle of beer over Ace Andrews' head. This time holding onto the bottle's neck after it smashes. Lbm uses the neck of the bottle and carves it into Ace Andrews's skull sickenly as the irish drinkers cheer. Ace is busted open now as Lbm throws through the side of the tent outside again![/color]
Wally Wilson: My gawd... this action is crazy! I haven't seen a hardcore match like this since Big A$$ Extreme Bash with "Sick" Nick and Lbm! This is crazy!
Gary King: Ace Andrews and Lbm are contesting a battle we will not forget in a hurry right here! Where are they going now?
Wally Wilson: They are now out of city hall and the botanic gardens and are now down the main city centre streets of Belfast!
Lbm leads Ace Andrews and whips him into a traffic light! There is the specialised bin for all the dog shit as Lbm lifts Ace's up and drops him head first into it! The bin falls as excretement is over the ground of Belfast. Lbm picks Ace up and goes to piledrive him into it only for Ace to block it.
In the background is McDonalds as Ace turns Lbm and points to the McDonalds window! Ace aims Lbm's face for the window of McDonalds but Lbm blocks it and smashes Ace Andrews through the window of McDonalds. Ace flies through landing on someone's table.
People are going crazy cheering as FHT/ELITE security are trying to keep people back. Lbm goes in through the door and lifts a pile of trays and throws them at Ace Andrew who is now a bloody mess. Ace is trying to get away as Lbm pushes through grabbing a mop and whipping Ace with it. Ace runs over into the kitchens of McDonalds now as staff are trying to get him to stay back.
Lbm comes up behind Ace and whips him into the register. Ace can't see where he is now as his blood drips all over the place. Lbm grabs Ace Andrew's hand as he looks at the deep fat fryer. Staff try and stop Lbm put Lbm places Ace Andrews' hand in the deep fat fryer! Ace's hand sizzles as Ace Screams!!![/color]
Gary King: Lbm just placed Ace Andrew's hand in the deep fat fryer in McDonalds! Oh my gawd! Ace's hand will be sizzled!
A-Damn Hater: Did you order fries with that?
Lbm backs off as Ace Andrews holds his reddened hand under cold water screaming. Lbm is ushered out of the restaurant now back onto the streets as Ace is pushed out behind him. Ace has wrapped his hand in the towels as they are now back on the main streets.
Back out on the streets Ace runs at Lbm tackling him to the ground as Ace is throwing punches at Lbm! Lbm tries to roll out of the way as the two men fight into the road in the middle of the city centre. There are various market stalls set up for the day as they fight into one.
Ace grabs a guy selling cheap knock off necklaces and and gets one and wraps it around Lbm's neck. You can see the green from the lousy jewellery staining Lbm's neck as Ace is sucking the life out of him. Lbm is choked out now. Ace tries to cover Lbm again. One, Two... Kickout!
The open top double decker bus that goes through the city stops now just short of Lbm and Ace Andrews (last thing Lbm would need is to be run over again). Lbm crawls inside as Ace follows him. Lbm climbs the stairs on his hands in knees gasping for breath as he reaches the top of the bus. Ace Andrews follows him as he throws Lbm into a pile of empty seats.
More tourists try and get out of the way as Ace Andrews grabs a video camera and cracks it over Lbm's skull. Lbm is in trouble now as Ace tries to throw Lbm over the side of the bus! Ace Andrews is on the top of the Belfast open top bus trying to throw Lbm over the side.
Lbm dangles over the side dangerously now as he tries to hold on. The people down below are cheering this crazy ass fight! Lbm manages to pull himself back in as he pushes Ace down. Ace tries to get back up but Lbm out of nowhere superkicks him on top of the bus! Ace falls over two more japanese tourists!
Lbm grabs him by the head and picks him up. Lbm drags him to the side of the bus over looking the market stalls were Ace had just got the cheap necklace used to strangle Lbm! Lbm wraps his arms around Ace Andrews' waist. He sinches it in while standing on top of one of the seats.
LBM GERMAN SUPLEXES ACE ANDREWS OFF THE TOP OF THE OPEN TOP DOUBLE DECKER BUS ONTO THE MARKET STALLS BELOW!!!
Ace Andrews crashes through the jewellery, lighters and other irish memoribilia tables below as the people of Belfast cheer! Ace lies there as Lbm stands on the top of the bus now. The referee runs back down the stairs to check on Ace Andrews. Lbm stands on the edge up above as the people dare Lbm to do it!
Lbm leaps!!! Lbm leaps from the top of the bus landing on Ace Andrews below!!! He covers him! One, Two, Three!!! Ding, ding ding! It's over!
WINNER & STILL FHT HARDCORE CHAMPION: The F'N Legend Lbm [13mins 23secs][/color]
Wally Wilson: What a match! What a crazy crazy match! I don't think we've ever seen anything quite like that one before! That was unique!
Gary King: Lbm has retained his belt here in his home country on St Patrick's Day of all days! Lbm is being raised on the shoulders of his countrymen!
Wally Wilson: Credit to Ace Andrews! He gave Lbm his everything! Damn that was a good match! I wanna see Lbm/Ace Andrews again! Lbm makes up for his loss to Ace in the Ultimate ELITE tournament!
Gary King: Ace Andrews was unlucky! Ladies and gentlemen, from belfast, northern ireland! This has been one hell of a show!!! Good night!!!
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