Monday Night Legacy - March 23rd, 2009

[The F'N Legend Lbm]

Monday, March 23^RD, 2009

Live from the FHT Arena--------------------

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THE MAIN EVENT
GLASS CEILING
CAGE MATCH

Dark Angel

-vs-

Max Venom

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FHT HARDCORE CHAMPIONSHIP
Hardcore Match

The F'N Legend Lbm

-vs-

Crusher Casey


Singles Match

Andre Roussimoff

-vs-

Mr. Monday Night


CHAMPIONSHIP
Match



-vs-

? ? ?

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ALSO FEATURING

FHT UNDISPUTED CHAMPION - Soul Reaper

ELITE HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION - Trippy P

FHT/ELITE GENERAL MANAGER - Keith Williams

FHT/ELITE COMMISSIONER - Big Daddy Strife

NIN Horror

Andre Roussimoff

Nightmare

Akuma Ninja

Ace Andrews

& Many More...




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- 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 well thus far only two matches have been announced for tonite but loads more is expected!

Gary King: What a week last week in Northern Ireland! My head was busting on Wednesday morning as I'm sure all of yours was too! But we're back in the FHT Arena tonite and it's gonna be good!

A-Damn Hater: Lets go to the ring!

[Crusher Casey]

Suddenly we see a Black GTO pull into the arena parking lot and it comes to a stop at the wrestlers entrance, the door opens and out gets one of Elites largest wrestlers, it is none other than Christopher "Crusher" Casey, he sails past all the fans and won't even look back at them....

This is so not like Casey, something must be on his mind, with the comments that were made by LBM in Ireland, I think Casey just might have something to say about that....Caset gets to the door and turns around and looks into the camera and tells everyone, "I will have something to say to and about you "so called " Hardcore Champion soon enough, so I would stick around.....

And with that he slams the door, and leaves everyone there with a look of total confusion on what he said.....

Scene fades to a commercial......the Commercial..staring LBM

DO YOU HAVE "BLADDER" control issues, well with me being around the country and wrestling in different arenas my schedule is so hectic that I sometimes just make it to the bathroom, but there are those times I don't....It's just for those times I'm lucky to have my "Depends" on, no more unsightly stains on my trunks, no more trail of piss behind me, I'm more confident in what I'm doing and I can concentrate on being FHT/Elite's Hard Core Champion....So when in doubt put on "DEPENDS" and life's little accidents are behind you...opps thank god I Depends on now.....

Scene fades to black....

[Ninja/Killer]

"Rockafeller Skank" hits as out comes Red Ninja's two students Zero and Connor Brody. Zero wears Red Jeans and Black Wrestling Boots as Brody wears Red Trunks, White Kneepads and White Boots. Zero and Brody enter the ring and slap hands with each other.

"YMCA" hits as GAY and Miss Hardcore come down to ther ring. The two prance down to the ring before rolling in and doing a somewhat homoerotic pose. Zero and Brody are a bit confused by this.

DING DING DING

Zero and GAY start off first. Zero claps a bit to get the fans behind him as a few fans do clap. Zero locks up with GAY. GAY quickly does a switch and goes behind Zero. GAY lowers his hands down to Zero's waist but Zero quickly escapes and backs away. GAY gives Zero a limp wristed wave. Zero and GAY move in carefully. Zero advances but GAY moves out of the way and slaps Zero on the ass. Zero jumps up as GAY licks his hand as it looks like Zero is going to throw up. Zero tags Brody but Brody is a bit reluctant to get into the ring. Brody carefully enters the ring as GAY is fixing his hair. GAY checks Brody out from head to toe then licks his lips creeping Brody out. Brody looks back to Zero who shrugs his shoulders. Brody locks up with GAY. GAY does a switch but Brody elbows him in the face and does a switch. GAY bends forward but Brody jumps back to keep himself from being put in a precarious position. GAY walks over and tags in Miss Hardcore. Hardcore enters as Brody almost gags a bit looking at her. Hardcore flexes its muscles as Brody looks like he is going to throw up. Brody locks up with Hardcore. Hardcore pushes Brody to the mat. Brody gets up then looks at Hardcore and tags out to Zero before he throws up.

Zero enters the ring and carefully locks up with Hardcore. Zero applys a Headlock. Hardcore clubs Zero in the side then wraps its arms around Zero's waist then lifts him up in the air but Zero slides off. Hardcore turns around as Zero applys another Headlock and takes Hardcore over. Hardcore wraps its legs around Zero's head to apply a Headscissors. Zero immediatley starts squirming and pulls himself out of the Headscissors then rolls out of the ring. Zero now looks like he is going to throw up. Brody gets off the apron and checks on Zero. Zero and Brody talk a bit as GAY has entered the ring. Hardcore lifts GAY up in a Gorilla Press then throws GAY outside of the ring causign GAY to land ontop of Zero and Brody. GAY grabs Zero then sends him back into the ring. Hardcore takes Zero off of the mat and applys a Bear Hug. Hardcore lifts Zero up in the air as on the outside GAY tries whipping Brody into the Guardrail but Brody reverses and sends GAY hard into the steel. Brody rolls into the ring and then rolls along the mat and takes out Hardcore's legs from under it. Zero falls ontop of Hardcore then holds it hands down pinning its Shoulders to the mat 1,2 Hardcore flips Zero over to break the hold. Brody has grabbed Hardcore's legs and Catapults it forward as Zero hits it with a Back Elbow. Hardcore falls back onto Brody's knees. Zero runs to the ropes then comes off and hits a Senton. Zero covers 1,2 shoulder up.

GAY has climbed up to the top rope. Brody turns as GAY jumps off the top and hits a Seated Senton on Brody. GAY sits on Brody's chest for a few seconds as Zero advances on him. GAY quickly crawls between Zero's legs then crawls out of the ring. Zero turns his attention back to Hardcore who slams him down with a Spinebuster. 1,2 shoulder up. GAY has climbed up onto the top rope as Hardcore gets Zero in a Piledriver position. Hardcore tries lifting Zero up but he is resisting. Brody charges and hits Hardcore with an Enziguri. Zero then backdrops Hardcore over. Brody jumps up to the second Turnbuckle and takes GAY off the top with an Arm Drag. GAY rolls out of the ring. Zero and Brody take Hardcore off the mat. Zero chops Hardcore across the chest Brody then hits a High kick to the head. Zero then grabs Hardcore and hits a Complete Shot. 1,2,3!!!

Jane:Here are your winners Zero and Connor Brody.

The ref raises Zero and Brody's arms but soon the lights go out. When they come back on DARK ANGEL is in the ring.

Angel boots Zero in the face then grabs Brody around the throat then lifts him up and almost drives him through the mat with an Unearthly Destroyer. Zero has stumbled up to his feet but Angel grabs him and slams him with an Unearthly Destroyer aswell as the crowd is cheering this. Angel stands tall then looks at the camera then surveys the damage he has done.

Legacy goes to a commercial

[Ninja/Killer]

Scene opens with Killer entering the basement of the FHT Arena. Killer walks a bit before spotting Akuma Ninja sitting on a crate. Killer approaches him as Ninja turns his head to see him.

Killer:What happened to you last show, we won the match, why'd you snap like that?

Ninja continues to look at Killer then looks into the distance.

Killer:Not going to answer me, I am not good enough to talk to you now, look I know the last few weeks have been a little rough on you and all, but I'm your friend, you can talk to me.

Ninja doesn't respond.

Killer:Alright, well I got a match tonight against Reaper, so I guess I'll go and get ready for--

Ninja:You think I like that name?

Killer:What?

Ninja:You think I like being called something else, you think this makes me happy, the fact that I had to come up with something else. You think just because I managed to come up with a new moniker and a new image, I'm happy and everything's fine again in the world.

Killer:Ofcourse not.

Ninja:For five years, five years of my fucking life, I was Red Ninja, and in a matter of weeks it was taken away from me, five years, taken in like what a point decimal of that time. This stuff I'm wearing now, its not me, it's not what I choose to wear, it's what I'm forced to wear. I hate going out there not being allowed to be who I want to be, but that hate and that contempt I have for who I am now it seeths out of me and goes straight to whoever I face. I might hate who I am now, but I like what that hate and contempt brings out of me and what it makes me do. I choose to let this persona do that, I accept the feelings it brings out of me.

Killer:So your just going to hurt people?

Ninja:If need be, this is personal now, they took my identity away from me, and I'm not going to let that make me weaker. They tried to bury me, but now I'm going to spit dirt in their face and throw them down that hole.

Killer:Just don't do anything to drastic to something who doesn't deserve it alright.

Killer leaves as Ninja sits there still looking out in the distance

[American A-Lister || AJ Miller]

The scene opens up on the backstage area, where Sir Alan Sugar is walking down the hallways. He's heading off somewhere, but a voice distracts him from the side.

:::Serj Tankian:::
”Umm, excuse me, can you help us?”

Alan turns to the side, and standing there is System of a Down! Sugar glances at the one who talked, their lead singer Serj Tankian, and looks him up and down.

:::Sir Alan Sugar:::
”I'm sorry. Who are you?”

:::Serj Tankian:::
”We're System of a Down. We were told we were performing live tonight. I'm just wondering where you want us to setup.”

Alan's eyes widen and he looks them up and down as if finally noticing the musical equipment they have with them. He goes to speak, but stops and shakes his head and then speaks again.

:::Sir Alan Sugar:::
”And who authorized this? I don't remember allowing any live performances for tonight?”

:::Serj Tankian:::
”Ummm....dude. You do realise this is our first performance together in three years right?”

:::Sir Alan Sugar:::
”I don't bloody well care if...”

Before Alan can finish though, a voice yells out from the down the hallway, and both Serj and Alan turn to look as a slick looking man walks toward them, his suit looking freshly pressed and his black hair slicked back with so much gel it almost drips off. He walks closer and then ignores Alan and turns to Serj.

:::Dean Simmonds:::
”Sorry I missed you entering boys. There's a little area to the side of the stage just for you guys, OK. Just head down that corridor there and there's a man standing there wearing one of your shirts. He'll help you guys get setup and all that. Alright, I'll come and check in on you shortly.”

The System nod and then walk off taking their equipment with them, as the man stands there smiling and shaking hands as the rest of the members walk past. Alan however just stands there staring at the newcomer, not knowing what to do and being struck dumb for the first time in a long time. Once all the SoaD members turn the corner, the man turns to Alan, his smile gone and an exasperated look on his face.

:::Dean Simmonds:::
”Dear god man, do you have ANY idea how many strings I had to pull to get them to agree to this, not to mention how much money I had to throw at them? And it was money I can't get back if they walk out, THATS how desperate I was for them to be here. And you almost blew it. Do you have any idea how to do your job properly?”

Alan finally seems to shake himself out of his stunned look and glares at the newcomer.

:::Sir Alan Sugar:::
“And who the hell are you to authorize ANYTHING on my show. I have half a mind to call Security to drag you and them out onto your asses.”

:::Dean Simmonds:::
“Oh I knew I had forgotten something. Your Alan Sugar right?”

:::Sir Alan Sugar:::
“Thats SIR Alan Sugar.”

:::Dean Simmonds:::
“Oh pfft. If Bono can get knighted, then anyone can. But that's not the point Alan. The point is, I'm Dean Simmonds, AJ Miller's Agent slash manager I think is your name for it.”

:::Sir Alan Sugar:::
“AJ Millers Manager? OK, that I can understand, but whats with them being here? Isn't he supposed to be wrestling tonight?”

:::Dean Simmonds:::
“Oh come on Alan, I thought you were a wrestling promoter. Surely you know how this goes by now. AJ signs a contract to officially join FHT/Elite tonight, and then we hype up his debut match for next week.”

:::Sir Alan Sugar:::
“That makes sense. But that still doesn't explain System being here.”

:::Dean Simmonds:::
“Oh, there here to play his entrance theme.”

:::Sir Alan Sugar:::
“I know I'm going to regret this, but pray tell what IS his entrance theme?”

:::Dean Simmonds:::
“Old School Hollywood of course. Now look, I'd love to stay and chitchat some more but I have a hundred and one things to do to setup his arrival. So I'll catch you up later and we'll discuss AJ's match next week, alright? But for now I'm off, I'll see you out there.”

Dean shakes Alan's hand and turns to walk away. He doesn't get very far when Alan calls out.

:::Sir Alan Sugar:::
“Out where?”

:::Dean Simmonds:::
“The ring of course. Your going to need to be there to sign his contract and make it official. What are you, stupid?”

Dean turns the corner shaking his head, and Alan raises an eyebrow before turning away and heading offscreen muttering as we fade to black.

:::Sir Alan Sugar:::
“Sure, a famous Hollywood star uses an anti-Hollywood song as his theme, yet I'M the stupid one. Where the hell do these people come from?”

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[Former FHT Employee Daniel Ice]

Gary King:
Well, we're back from commercial here on Monday Night Legacy, and through all the backstage activity, Dark Angel is still in the ring, after clearing out the Akuma Ninja Academy some time ago.

Wally Wilson:
He's just pulled up a chair and sat down, microphone in hand, staring up at his own vile creation, the Glass Ceiling Cage. Its unnerving.

A-Damn Hater:
Angel will of course be facing Max Venom in that structure tonight, I believe in a world exclusive, so don't go anywhere.

[The lights start to dim, until there's a solitary spotlight on Dark Angel, sitting in the ring, staring upwards through the glass ceiling at the top]

Dark Angel:
Could you lower the cage please?

[There's a pause for a moment, then the sound of gears turning and chains rattling as slowly the ominous structure descends from the heavens. The arena is filled with silent awe at the cage, with various weapons chained to the side, except on the south, where there are large footholds and a gap near the top to allow people to get onto the roof, where in the middle sits, securely, a glass panel above the ring]

Dark Angel:
My creation. My design. My masterpiece. Max, you struck me as a guy who likes metaphors, who likes his symbolism. Well, it doesn't get much more exact than this, the Glass Ceiling Cage. I knew if you were to come back, you wouldn't come for a match against Ash Strife or Crusher Casey or any unproven nobody. You'd want a true legend and a match fitting for a battle between us. Its been a long time coming, Max. Hell, longer than you'd even be able to guess at.

[Angel finally brings his gaze down from the ceiling and instead stares down towards the mat instead, speaking slowly and methodically]

Dark Angel:
It must be four years now... Yes, four years. I came into ELITE and just like you, I aligned myself with a man known as Blade. The place had been going a few months by the time I had arrived, and had acquired pretty much every major talent working under FHT contract, with a few notable exceptions. I was different. You see, I was a guy who could wrestle and talk but unlike every other wrestler in the promotion, I wasn't originally an FHT creation. I was something ELITE could shape and mould... I was the first true-born ELITE wrestler.

[The fans start to boo in disagreement, as the chants of various wrestler names go up in defiance, some current big names and some names not heard of in years]

Dark Angel:
I was a huge success, Venom. This might sound really familiar to you... I was the great hope of the company, the young guy coming to add fresh blood and new ideas into the mix... And over the years, my interest waned and returned, I had matches against the best and chased title after title and maybe I got a little jaded. Maybe that fire inside me died, little by little, as the politics and the years went by.

[The fans are quieting down, bar a vocal group near the back. Angel's head remains bowed]

Dark Angel:
And then, Max Venom, I met you.

[Angel's face rises up and there's an intense, strong look in his eyes as he stares directly into the camera]

Dark Angel:
I watch, you see, each and every “bright new hope”, to see if they eclipse myself. Blue? Never got past the midcard. Simz? Couldn't shake the taint of EGX off him. Terrell Odom? Had far too much of an ego problem. D'Marcus Brown? Tried to carry too many guys to the top with him. Ace Andrews? Crashed and burned in the spotlight. Each and every new face in this promotion faces the “Dark Angel Test” whether they realise it or not, and they all fail. I am the benchmark, no, the pinnacle that all talent try to reach for their entire careers, that icon status that separates a guy the fans crave to return each and every time he's gone and a piece of obscure trivia for the long-time fans to occasionally recall.

And, Max Venom, its time for you to go through that test. Just like me, you have the world raving about your microphone work and your character, and how you could be a unique branding opportunity for the two promotions, someone who represents this new, merged entity. You're exciting, you're innovative, you're smart.

And you already failed.

[The crowd starts to boo, as Angel rises up to his feet and starts pacing around, occasionally gripping onto the cage walls]

Dark Angel:
Months ago, I ended the career of Blade in a fiery explosion, a man who was a friend to us both. The week after I sent you crashing through an announcer's table... And you didn't have the balls to show up to FHT VI, hell, you did precisely nothing about it, despite all your threats and anger. You just made some very funny jokes and never got even. Had the roles been reversed, Max, you wouldn't even be walking right now.

Last week, I sent Nightmare packing with a brutal beating, I left the man a bloody mess and I've just heard he's been released. I took a man's health. I took a man's career. The only reason I did it was because you kept me waiting. Yet, you haven't even replied to my challenge, you've just gone “on strike” and no one has heard hide nor hair of you since. Once again, Venom, you took the route to avoid any conflict.

Tonight, you'll do that on your own conscience. I have the most hellish yet the most creative wrestling match surrounding me right now. A match that can only be won when one of the wrestlers has gone crashing through the glass ceiling. I intend to christen it with blood, violence and destruction. Ultimately, if you don't come out, I suppose I'll have to grab someone else, just like I did with Blade and Nightmare. Another newbie, maybe Ash Strife to teach him a lesson about power abuse? Maybe I'll break Trey's neck for the hell of it? ...Maybe I'll find Ace Andrews and go two-for-two on crippling your tag partners...

[Angel rests his head against the cage wall, focused and determined, staring into the audience who has risen up to boo him]

Dark Angel:
No more games, no more jokes. Someone won't be walking quite the same after tonight, and you could man up and take your punishment or let me take out another one of your hopeless sheep. This place is home to me, Max Venom, but tonight, it'll be your grave.

[Dark Angel drops the microphone and the cage slowly starts to ascend back up towards the sky. Angel steps over the ropes, watching it go up, as he walks back up the ramp]

[Andre Roussimoff]

As we come back from the break, Mr. Monday Night is already in the ring waiting. We Who Are Not As Others fills the arena as Andre Roussimoff emerges from behind the curtain. Andre strolls down the ramp without a care.

Wally Wilson - The impressive Andre Roussimoff make yet another appearance to show us what he is made of.

A-Damn Hater - Yeah, Andre The Giant was an impressive wrestler. This guy is not in my book.

The bell rings as Andre Roussimoff jumps at Mr. Monday Night, hitting him with a diving clothesline. Andre climbs on top of Mr. Monday Night and begins to pound on his head.

The Ref - Break it up… 1… 2…

Andre gets off of Mr. Monday Night and taunts him to get up. As Mr. Monday Night gets to his feet, Andre Irish Whips him in to the corner. Andre charges at Mr. Monday Night, but Mr. Monday Night moves and Andre goes sternum first into the turnbuckles. Andre stumbles back a few steps. Mr. Monday Night grabs Andre and Irish Whips him to the opposite corner and follows right behind him, ready to hit a move once Andre hits the corner. But Andre takes his momentum and hops over the top rope. Andre lands on the apron, grabbing the second rope and slides underneath the bottom rope, hitting a drop toe hold on Mr. Monday Night. Mr. Monday Night goes face first into the second turnbuckle.

Gary King - Nice move there.

Wally Wilson - Yeah, but what’s he doing now?

Roussimoff slides to the outside and goes under the ring.

Gary King - We saw this in his first match…

A-Damn Hater - Yeah, it’s called cheating. When is he going to learn that this isn’t a hardcore match?

Andre pulls out a metal handled broom, the kind you keep in your house, and slides into the ring. He waits for Mr. Monday Night to get up, all the while the ref is pleading with Andre to drop the broom. As Mr. Monday Night gets up, Andre bends the metal broom handle over Mr. Monday Night’s head. Before Mr. Monday Night can hit the ground, the ref is calling for the bell.

Announcer - Winner by disqualification . . . MR. MON…

Roussimoff continues to pound the broom over Mr. Monday Night’s lifeless body.

Gary King - Somebody get out here and stop him!

Andre goes to the outside again, but this time he pulls a table out from underneath the ring. He slides it in and then sets it up in the middle of the ring. As Mr. Monday Night struggles to get up, Andre Roussimoff pick him up and lifts him onto his shoulders. Roussimoff walks Monday Night over to the table and slams him through it with a Death Valley Driver, splintering wood everywhere. Once again, Andre goes to the outside and goes under the ring. He starts to litter the ring with chair upon chair. Three, four, five chairs land on Mr. Monday night’s lifeless body. Figuring he has enough chairs now, Andre climbs the ring stairs and then the turnbuckle.

Wally Wilson - No Andre, he’s had enough.

A-Damn Hater - Apparently not. He’s calling for it.

As Roussimoff gets to the top rope, he points to the sky, signifying Death From Above. Roussimoff leaps off the top rope and crashes down on top of Mr. Monday Night, chairs and all! Andre gets off Mr. Monday Night as EMTs fill the ring. Andre hangs his head and leaves the ring, never once looking back as he leaves the arena.

Wally Wilson - Look at that snake crawl to the back. He doesn’t even care about what he did!

A-Damn Hater - He’s shown that from day one. All he cares about is what is torturing him.

Gary King - And he won’t let anyone get in his way in solving that puzzle.

[Ash Strife]

Wally Wilson: Well last weeks Global Honored Crown got pushed back again but it looks like it is finally going to happen here tonight!

A Damn Hater: It sure is lets get these two out here to see who has it in New vs. Old blood!

BIG DADDY STRIFE IS IN THE HOUSE!

‘Ten Thousand Fist” blast as FHT/Elite Commissioner makes his way out to the ring with his ring gear but holding a microphone.

Strife: Now if I went by the Global Honored Crown rules I would be champ right now as Trippy you broke the rules 2 weeks ago in our match. But I’m not that kind of guy to allow the belt to transfer like that so using the powers invested in my as FHT/Elite Commissioner I am suspending the restrictions for tonight only that apply to this title. So Trippy you have no excuses anymore.

‘Go to Sleep” hits as Elite World Heavyweight Champion and Elite Global Honored Crown steps out from the curtains with both belts and he just eyes down Ash with a dirty look. The crowd breaks off into a “Trippys gonna blow you” chant as Trippy yells he doesn’t suck dick. Trippy finally throws both belts down and runs down and slides under the ropes and the two wrestlers starts to get into a fist fight.

Wally Wilson: Trippy s launching blow after blow onto Ash and Ash reverses by whipping Trippy into the ring ropes and a big boot attempt by Ash but Trippy ducks… he bounces off the ropes again and bulldog attempt by Trippy but Ash catches him from the side in mid air and side walk slam

A Damn Hater: Ash pulls him self right on top of Trippy and rains down heavy fist I think we might have first blood pretty soon.

Wally Wilson: Ash starts to grind that elbow right into the face of Trippy.

A Damn Hater: That is a lot of weight to have on top of you here. And a eye gouge takes the Commish off of the double champ.

Wally Wilson: Both men up and a snap mare attempt on Ash?!? Not in this life time, as Ash reverses into a full nelson choke slam. Ash covers.

One…
Kick out by Trippy

Wally Wilson: Trippy quickly gets to his feet and a a stiff hay maker sends the commish staggering here.

A Damn Hater: and Ash goes down after a flying lariat. Wait what are they doing out here?

As Trippy P gets up he sees the FHT/Elite Tag Team champions max Venom and Ace Andrews walking out but both are wearing outfits to make them look like senior citizens. Max is wearing a Keith Williams look alike while Ace is mocking Trippy P’s appearance. Both men are using walkers and Trippy is fuming.

Wally Wilson: Trippy look out and a charging shoulder tackle sends Trippy over the top rope and onto the padding. Trippy gets up and charges forward tocatch Ace Andrews off guard with a clotheslines but Max catches him with a super kick laying him down.

Ace gets up and they double superplex Trippy to the mat casueing the ref to call for the bell.

Announcer: the winner by disqualification and still Elete Global Honored Crown champion…Trippy –

The announcer never finishes the announcement as Ash grabs the mic.

Strife: Wrong I said I suspended the normal rules but I didn’t say what the rule were now did I. but the rules were a disqualification by weapons only match… you really need to pay more attention and besides Trippy attacked them first so there attack was warranted… restart the match.

Wally Wilson: The commissioner has spoken and the match is restarted. Ash leaves the ring and the tag team champions whip Trippy P into a monstrous power slam right onto the mat. Ash gets up and slides Trippy under the bottom rope. Ash gets up and it’s DARK ANGEL! Dark Angel has jumped over the barricade and knocks down Strife and the Tag champs run to his aid. Wait Angel has a lead pipe and is keeping the tag champs out of the match. Trippy gets up and goes to back up Angel and so does Ash Angel turns to swing the pipe and Ash ducks and but knocks over Trippy in the process to not alow a DQ here.

Ace and max take this chance and grab angles legs and yank with everything they have to bring Angel face down to the mat. Ash gets back up and kicks the pipe out of the ring.

Wally Wilson: Now it is back down to Trippy and Ash. Trippy Charges and Falling From Grace by Ash sends the champ down. Ash signals for the strife spike and he sets up Trippy… Low blow and the commish goes down. Trippy gets up and standing leg drop right into an armbar. Look at he anger building in Trippys face.

ADamn Hater: look Ash is trying to get up with Trippy still locked on and LOOK AT THAT STRENGTH! Ash is standing up with Trippy still having an arm bar locked on. Ash looks and takes a few steps and falls.

Wally Wilson: Did you see what ace did? He removed that turnbuckle padding and Trippy’s head bounces off the exposed turnbuckle. Trippy looks out. Ash drags him over amd covers…

One…
Two…
Three!

Announcer: Here is your winner and NEW ELITE GLOBAL HONORED CROWN… ASH STRIFE!

The Ref hands Ash the belt and he smiles as he straps it around his waist. Ash then calls for a mic.

Strife: you ol timers want a war… you got one

Ash drops the mic as he poses for a few seconds. Before leaving with the tag team champions talking about something.

[Trey Spruance]

www.youtube.com/watch?v=ewmyyLuV3RI starts playing as the camera moves into a LPW locker room where Trey Spruance is sitting smoking a cigarette retrospectively.

Trey: I lost the one thing that mattered to me that day…

“Gone six long years
It's been so hard without you
Deep in my head
I feel the way that you do”

Trey: On that day fate took away my only friend in the world, not only that, it took away the potential for more. She was everything to me… This is one of the reasons I am what I am. I don’t know if there is a God, but if there is he surely made a mistake taking such a beautiful life from this planet so full of ugliness.

“Never can I forget you're gone”

Trey: It’s all so wrong…

“Never can I forget you're gone”

Trey: This is the reason I spent so many years of my life… Sorry, wasted so many years of my life on drugs. To try and heal the pain. Only recently did I realise that Time doesn’t heal all wounds. I can’t forget her, instead I will honor her memory every day by trying to do the right thing.

“I've been so scared
But I have grown so far
You took your life
You made it all so hard”

Trey: Suicide is no way to go, and if there is a God, why didn’t he stop it? Divine intervention or some shit. Anything… To stop another life leaving this world for no real reason. Why? Why did she do it? I’ll never know, and that pains me almost more than her leaving.

“Never can I forget you're gone…”

Trey: So here it is, this promo, is a tribute to her. To the girl I could have, probably would have, loved…

Trey gets up and walks away as the camera zooms in on a cigarette burning in an ash tray then cuts to static.

[satan]

We see Satan sitting at the Satan Show set, which is dimly lit.

Satan: Today, I stumbled upon a truth that everybody in my life has held back for some time. Paul Heyman canceled on me, and I asked the people at the FHT, why he would do that. They told me bluntly that Paul Heyman considered me to be a joke, nothing more than a big clown. I'm NOT A GODDAMN CLOWN! But yet, I was blinded by my ego, and I wanted people to think that I was funny. I lost what made me great. The violence, the blood, the fact that I didn't give a damn about people's opinion. I didn't care if they put me on the pedestal as men like Mick Foley or Terry Funk, or if they looked at me in the same light as a scumbag like Fritz Von Erich. Now, I was fine when they gave me a script and nice set and told me "Satan, be funny." I'M NOT A GODDAMN ROBOT, and nor am I Simo Hayha. Hayha was a Finnish sniper in World War II who killed 545 people, and when he asked why he did it he said "I did what I was told to as well as I could." I'm going to prove that I'm not a clown, and if I have to walk into Madison Square Garden with two smoking guns to prove it, I will.

Commercial Break

[The F'N Legend Lbm]

HELLS BELLS [AC/DC] hits...[/color]

The lights in the arena go a blood red colour as the huge mountain of a man Crusher Casey makes his way out onto the stage ahead of this next match! Casey stands looking out at the crowd which gives him a respectable ovation before slowly walking towards the ring.

Crusher Casey with one foot steps easily up onto the apron before stepping over the top rope and walking into the centre of the ring. Casey holds his arms up yelling out some large scream before signalling that the belt will be his! Referee Leon Spinx checks him for foreign objects as they await his opponent.[/color]

Gary King: I still can't believe that we have a new holder of the ELITE Global Honored Crown in our commissioner Ash Strife! Unquestionably that was a huge upset right there! ELITE Heavyweight Champion, Trippy P is bound to be seething!

Wally Wilson: Right now, things have just intensified in this so called "newbie" uprising! FHT/ELITE Tag Team Champions Ace Andrews & Max Venom assisting in Big Daddy Ash Strife's victory there!

A-Damn Hater: For five weeks this whole "newbie" speil has just been talk! There has been nothing in the way of significant warfare. Right there Ash Strife just fired one hell of a bullet at the veterans of FHT/ELITE! Trippy P, the ELITE Heavyweight Champion just lost to Ash Strife! My gawd!

CLOSER [KINGS OF LEON] hits...[/color]

Pyrotechnics explode overhead as The FHT Hardcore Champion, The F'N Legend Lbm makes his way out onto the ramp to a huge reaction from the crowd! Lbm has wrist taped following last week's huge match opposite Ace Andrews in Belfast.

The FHT Hardcore Champion shows off his belt in the aisle way as he gets up the ring steps and climbs into the ring and stands in the centre of the ring basking in the spotlight. Casey stares at Lbm as Lbm smiles back at the big man. Lbm almost has a look of disbelief about what just happened. Casey stares down Lbm before shouting that he wants a microphone![/color]

Wally Wilson: Crusher Casey has just asked for a microphone! Crusher Casey has something to say right here!

Crusher Casey: You know what Lbm... for once your gonna shut up and your gonna listen to what someone else has to say? Last week I stood in the locker room as you came in and mocked and took the piss out of all us standing there! And I have thought about it all week! And you know what I say to you Lbm... how fuckin dare you?

Casey kicks Lbm right in the gut out of nowhere before backing up and delivering a big boot to the face of Lbm! The fans boo as Crusher Casey picks up Lbm grabbing him by the throat. Casey is choking Lbm out as Leon Spinx is trying to get Casey to stop! Casey picks Lbm up off the ground and choke slams him hard onto the mat!

Crusher Casey picks up the FHT Hardcore Championship and waits for Lbm to try and get up. Lbm coughing and spluttering gets back to his feet as Casey smashes the belt into Lbm's face knocking senseless. Casey's eyes are wide in his head as he places his big boot into Lbm's face! He picks up the microphone now as he's choking Lbm with his foot as he talks.[/color]


continues...

[The F'N Legend Lbm]

Crusher Casey is still standing in the ring, with microphone in hand with his foot over Lbm's throat as referee Leon Spinx is trying to calm things down![/color]

Crusher Casey: Since day one, I done everything in my power to try and break the glass ceiling here in FHT/ELITE! Since day one I have been held down by the bullshit and the politics in that locker room and you Lbm... Dijon... Your the most two faced politician of them all!

I signed for ELITE in January 2006! Nearly three and a half years has my name been on an ELITE contract! You find me another active wrestler in that locker room who's worked for that company longer without being released or quitting/coming back from the dead and I'd like to see him!

All I ever wanted was a chance... thats it! I came in here and I was told by Lbm, Dark Angel, _the j-man, David, Capone... all the big boys back then - go out cut a few promos, have a few matches with some enchancement talent to boost your profile and we'll find something for you!

Well in six months I fought every jobber I could find twice or three times over! I cut promos every gawd damn week when we we were doing two shows a week! And after all that you know how many matches I was given against a "veteran" or a "main eventer"? I got a lousy Daredevil title match with Keith Williams which served no other purpose than to make the guy who threw the title in the trash at one point look better!

The crowd are booing Crusher Casey here as Lbm is struggling to free himself. Casey finally relents violently picking up the much smaller Lbm and throwing him into the ropes and tying him up in them oldschool![/color]

Crusher Casey: Then they put me in a tag team! These so called legends of our business who were running ELITE which was all about creating new stars! They put me in a tag team with some unheard of Shaggy 2 Dope that lasted about three months and ain't been heard of since! The geniuses in charge of ELITE put me in a tag team with a guy who I had nothing in common with and told me this was my big shot!

And you know what my big shot was? I got a 49 day ELITE Tag Team Championship reign and got the huge oppurtunity of putting over the reincarnation of [team joker]! You see Lbm & _the j-man were too good as singles wrestlers so I was told and wanted to let others have a go at competing for the singles titles and so decided to be tag champions instead!

Shaggy left and that was that... I'd spent 8 months trying to make it and I was back to square fucking one thanks largely in part to this piece shit right here in this ring! And it was business as usual... Reaper was ELITE champion, [team joker] were tag champions. The same old bunch of guys were wearing the belts while calling all the shots, while the rest of us were doing nothing!

At the end of my first year in ELITE, I'd wrestled only two high profile singles wrestlers and all the rest of it was jobbers! My only success had been snatched away from me the two guys in charge of booking this shit! The same two guys who assured me they would get me a shot!

So I took my destiny into my own hands and I struck up a friendship with Blue who was in a similar situation! We became a tag team under the radar of the veterans and we were getting good. With only a handful of teams in the entire dvision it stood to reason... we would get a shot at Lbm/_the j-man! But no!

So just when it looked like it was gonna happen... J-man leaves and Lbm decides to vacate the title belts! Just like that! And when he thought better of the decision he had himself and Ryan Reynolds declared as champions and then he had himself and NIN Horror declared as champions! And it was this team which lost the title belts to us!

We were good enough to beat Lbm & the new uprising star NIN Horror but not good enough to beat the legendary [team joker]. Why bother elevating title belts or the next generation of wrestlers when you can book this mess!?! But we took the belts and we made the best of it! Only thing was... now with no [team joker] and Lbm/NIN Horror having never been a tag team in the first place... we had no opposition! We had been left with a big pile of nothing! AGAIN!

Lbm is trying to free himself from the ropes here as Casey is enraged! But Casey is not stopping![/color]

Crusher Casey: At this point in early 2007, ELITE and FHT were starting out on this whole big war! After years of build up the biggest feud in the history of both feds was about to happen and everyone was excited. This venture would make us all money and be great! This we were assured was our time!

Lbm came and told me... guys we're sending you over to FHT Superstars! For the first time in history there would be a sanctioned FHT versus ELITE match on FHT Superstars beginning this whole war and it was gonna be me and Blue facing off against Trippy P and Keith Williams! You didn't get any bigger than this Lbm assured me... We were going to represent ELITE at the FHT Arena in the main event!

Me and Blue were pumped... We arrived at the FHT Arena that night and we thought... damn this is history! This is our big moment! Well our big moment turned into a nightmare when we lost to Trippy P and Keith Williams looking weak as hell in the process and during the next six months got nothing out of it! We were lambs to the slaughter as Lbm, NIN Horror, Soul Reaper, Dark Angel all became ELITE's leading men! Surprise surprise!

The months went by and we might not have gotten the shot we had hoped in the FHT versus ELITE war, but then the decision was made. FHT/ELITE which was in it's early stages wanted to unify the tag belts! The only title belt the two companies merged to this day... it was gonna be the tag title belts! We'd been champions for 10 months! We'd helped launched the FHT vs ELITE war! This was it it surely?

Was it shit? "Sick" Nick and Soul Reaper two guys who had never teamed before and pretty much never did again following the win, won the new belts and got their names written in history! Yep... once again the veterans/the legends/the same good ole boys got the shot! You noticing a pattern here?

Blue jacked it in - don't blame him! I should have... But I was convinced to stay! Wasn't I Dijon? I went to you... the man who I trusted! Blue was gone and you said fuck Blue cause you never liked him cause he publicly spoke out against your regime... but you said that I should stay and that you'd personally give me the shot that I had been denied for two years! Lbm versus Crusher Casey? Remember? That was gonna be the programme last summer in FHT/ELITE! So I got myself in shape and I was waiting... waiting for this shot!

I hung around for two months waiting for this programme to begin! I called you and I emailed you! I got nothing in return! Nothing from you! You started working with Reverend Daddy Joe and NIN Horror and I sat there doing nothing! Until finally... I got the terrible news that I had... I was sick! I was seriously sick and I was told that I had no choice... I had to get out of the ring and concentrate on getting better!

Then came the call! Then Lbm my good buddy who had promised me so much, rang me and said how sorry he was and how he wished me all the better and how he'd support me through this and when I was ready to come back... IF I COULD COME BACK... That Lbm would be ready waiting for this oppurtunity! And that was the last I heard of him for 8 months!

You know in the entire time I was sick, I called in here every single week! I responded to emails, I lefts messages on our company's message boards! I kept people updated on my condition and I even made a couple of appearances on television! I was fighting for my life! Theres guys wearing title belts around here that can't even manage one appearance in a month!

I got the all clear just before Christmas and I alerted FHT/ELITE staff that I was ready to return! And I've showed up here every single week since then and been told that creative has nothing for me! I haven't been able to pin down Lbm this entire time until tonite which is thanks not to Lbm or Keith Williams or none of the veterans! But because I said to Commissioner Ash Strife - Ash I want Lbm in the ring! A week later and I got it! What does that tell you?

The fans boo as Lbm looks back at Crusher Casey shaking his head saying it's not true! Casey gets down looking right in Lbm's face![/color]

Crusher Casey: You Lbm are a lying scheming bastard! All you guys are... Trippy, Angel, Williams, Reaper. Every single one of you! In the old days it was all about FHT versus ELITE! Well in 2009 it seems to me your all the same. Your all a bunch of ego driven selfish has beens who created this whole place simply to cater to your own selfish whims. Your a bunch of guys not talented enough to make it anywhere else and so insecure that you refuse to let anyone else get inside your little inner circle!

Ash Strife, Max Venom and Ace Andrews! These men want change! And tonite I'm declaring that I'm standing right by their side! And so Lbm after three years trusting you and believing in you... it's time I crack that glass ceiling for myself!!!

Casey grabs Lbm and yanks him out of the ropes using only his hand continuing to choke the life out of him! The referee finally calls for the bell starting this one! He whips him hard into the ropes before kicking him to the face! Leon Spinx is trying to get Casey to stop but he is enraged as the fans are booing.

Casey pulls Lbm up onto the top rope now. Casey is standing up on the top rope as he pulls Lbm up into a suplex looking position! Casey picks up Lbm into a variation of a standing vertical suplex on the top rope! Casey is standing holding Lbm on the top rope as all the blood rushes to Lbm's head!

Casey grins an evil grin as he then suddenly drops Lbm head first out of the ring! Lbm crashes upside from a standing vertical suplex on the top rope landing on his head outside! Lbm is out as Casey stands on the top rope laughing! The bell is rung as Leon Spinx has simply thrown this match out as Lbm lies unconscious![/color]

Wally Wilson: Oh my gawd... get help! For christ's sake... Lbm had major neck surgery last year! Damn it Casey! What the hell are you doing?

Gary King: Lbm ain't moving! The bastard dropped him on his head from nearly 9ft! We need medics out here now! Lbm's spine just contracted... That sound of a thud!

A-Damn Hater: Take another look at that as Crusher Casey just held Lbm upside down in a vertical suplex for like 20 seconds before just casually dropping him out to the floor!

Casey stands up on the top rope looking down at Lbm who is being treated by medics below. In the aisle way we see FHT/ELITE Tag Team Champions Max Venom & Ace Andrews applauding as is Commissioner & ELITE Global Honored Crown holder Ash Strife! Crusher Casey jumps down and walks towards them were he patted on the back!

A stretcher comes out for Lbm as Lbm is unconscious having being dropped on his head hard! People are concerned as this FHT Hardcore Championship match has ended on a no-contest here![/color]

[The F'N Legend Lbm]

DURING THE BREAK...[/color]

FHT/ELITE Monday Night Legacy returns from commercial as FHT Hardcore Champion, The F'N Legend Lbm is being wheeled out of ringside to a round of applause.

Lbm is still unconscious as he is wheeled through gorilla past many wrestlers including Ace Andrews, Max Venom and Ash Strife who are standing along with Crusher Casey! They laugh as Lbm is wheeled by!

In a rare moment, Keith Williams actually is there and helps the medics load Lbm along with Killer into the ambulance. NIN Horror who is backstage with heavily pregnant girlfriend Sally Wilson and Dark Angel.

Dark Angel can be heard saying something off microphone about Sally Wilson (Lbm's wife) going with Lbm and she does as the ambulance pulls away. Security are there as many wrestlers are pissed about what Casey just done as the "newbies" laugh![/color]

Ash Strife: First Trippy... then Lbm... And next Dark Angel! Gentlemen your time is dwindling as are your numbers!

..............................................

Gary King: Crusher Casey was out of line right there! I don't care - we all got grudges and rivallaries. But you settle in the ring like men! Casey had no need to drop Lbm on his head like that!

Wally Wilson: Lbm was out cold there! He could have suffered a concussion, broken his neck or done something to his spine! Hopefully he'll be okay!

A-Damn Hater: This revolution is spreading and growing! Trippy P got punked! Lbm may just have got crippled! Dark Angel vs Max Venom... thats a glass ceiling on that cage? This is gonna be brutal!!!

[Ninja/Killer]

"Godzilla Theme" hits before going into "War Machine" as Killer emerges from the back. Killer wears a Black Wrestling Singlet with Killer written in White on the Lower Back, Black Fingerless Gloves, Black Kneepads and Black Boots. Killer enters the ring and raises his fist in the air.

"Into The Fire" hits as out emerges FHT Undisputed Champion Soul Reaper comes out. Reaper enters the ring and takes off his Robe.

DING DING DING

Killer and Reaper lock up. Killer soon breaks the Lock Up and clubs Reaper on the back. Killer clubs Reaper on the back again. Killer gets Reaper in a Back Suplex position and lifts him up into the air but Reaper elbows Killer in the head causing Killer to place him down on the mat. Reaper applys a Front Face Lock. Reaper applys pressure till Killer wraps his arms around his waist and lifts Reaper up in the air then drops him down with a Manhattan Drop breaking the Face Lock. Killer then fires a hard chop that knocks Reaper off of his feet. Reaper stumbles up as Killer hits him with another hard chop knocking him down again. Reaper gets up one more time as Killer throws him up in the air with a Back Body Drop. Killer takes Reaper off the mat then rocks him with a hard right hand to the face. Reaper stumbles back as Killer charges and tries a Clothesline but Reaper ducks and hooks Killer's arm. Reaper spins him around and looks for the Reaper Cutter but Killer blocks and attempts a Half Nelson Suplex. Reaper breaks the lock then flips Killer forward. Killer gets up as Reaper jumps up and delivers a Leg Lariat. Killer goes to the mat as Reaper charges and comes off the ropes. Killer is on his feet and slams Reaper down with a Power Slam. 1,2 Shoulder up.

Killer stays ontop of Reaper and takes him off the mat. Killer runs Reaper to a corner and slams his face onto the top turnbuckle pad. Killer slams Reaper's face repeatedly into the pad then slams it one hard final time. Reaper is stunned but holds onto the ropes for safety. Killer fires a hard kick to Reaper's stomach. Killer grabs Reaper then lifts him up onto the top turnbuckle. Killer fires a hard chop to Reaper's chest. Killer grabs Reaper and takes him off the top in a Samoan Drop position but Reaper elbows Killer repeatedly in the side of the head and and lands on his feet. Reaper fires a hard kick to the back of Killer's leg. Reaper then then fires a hard kick to Killer's chest then a Roundhouse to the side of Killer's head. Killer stumbles back as Reaper charges and hits a running Elbow to Killers face. Killer falls into the ropes as Reaper charges and jumps up for a Flying Elbow but Killer catches him and slams him down with a Uranage. 1,2, kickout. Killer takes Reaper off the mat then gets him in a Powerbomb position. Killer lifts Reaper up but Reaper rakes Killer's eyes. Killer places Reaper down. Reaper then gets Killer in a Reverse DDT position. Killer manages to turn himself over and takes Reaper over in a Northern Lights Suplex. 1,2 Reaper manages to roll Killer over onto his stomach in a Front Face Lock. Reaper rams some knees into Killers head then flips forward applying a Chancellory Hold. Reaper cranks Killer's head as the big mans neck muscles tense up. Killer after a few moments is able to hit Reaper on the side of the head breaking the hold. Both men take a few moments to get up to their feet. When they do they start exchanging strikes. Killer gets the better of it by slapping Reaper in the face. Killer gets Reaper in position then lifts him up for the NLB but Reaper slides off and locks on the Eternal Sleep. Reaper keeps the hold locked on but Killer runs back and rams Reaper into the corner breaking the hold. Killer fires up for a chop but Reaper ducks. Killer charges as Reaper fires a hard back kick to the stomach. Reaper nails Killer with the Reaper Cutter. 1,2 shoulder up.

Reaper fires a few hard kicks to Killer's body then climbs up to the top rope. Reaper flies off with the Touch of Death but Killer moves out of the way. Reaper rolls through onto his feet. Killer is on his feet as Reaper charges but Killer throws him up in the air and slams him down with the Toss Bomb. 1,2 KICKOUT. Killer takes Reaper off the mat and hooks him again for the NLB. Killer lifts Reaper up but Reaper is able out of sheer instinct to knee Killer in the head. Killer places Reaper down as Reaper charges and takes Killer over with a School Boy. Reaper places his feet on the ropes aswell 1,2,3!!!!

Jane:Here is your winner Soul Reaper.

Reaper slides out of the ring and raises his arms up in victory. Killer sits up in complete suprise. Reaper quickly turns to the entrance way as AKUMA NINJA is walking out of the entrance curtain. Ninja charges and immediatley starts slugging it out with Reaper. The two trade punches as soon a security team and Killer try to pull them apart. After a few moments they are successful. Ninja is still trying to get to Reaper as Legacy goes to a commercial.

[Former FHT Employee Daniel Ice]

Dong...

Dong...

Dong...

Wally Wilson:
Its main event time! Finally, having interfered twice in matches tonight, Dark Angel is heading to that Glass Ceiling Cage.

A-Damn Hater:
We know that Max Venom is in the building, so we can almost safely say he's decided to forgo his strike to face Angel in this most heinous of structures. Tonight, one of them will be going through that pane up there!

[Angel is met with loud boos as he walks down the ramp, and he takes it in stride, entering the ring and taking a microphone handed to him by a road agent. He once again looks up at the ceiling, where the ominous cage hangs above him]

Dark Angel:
Moments ago, I saw my close friend Lbm get mauled by that savage, Crusher Casey, and it reminded me that this newbie revolution is basically a bunch of thugs brainwashed by Max Venom to try and take the legends of this company out. I sat, thinking about it as medics swarmed about the F'n Legend himself, trying to piece it together. Years ago, the same legends at the top nearly destroyed our bodies trying to out-do each other and win matches, but something like that... A violent yet calculated move designed to not only cripple, but also potentially kill... We had a respect for each other, a underlying code that no man would cross. Casey spat on the line tonight, and his fellow “brothers” just laughed their ass off.

I could've gone back there with some sort of weapon, broke Casey's knees, ruined his miserable career as compensation. I didn't. No, tonight, with Casey and those same laughing imbeciles all watching their leader facing me... I'm going to do it with honour, pride and respect. I'm not just going to break Venom's body, I'm going to break Venom's very spirit. While Ash beat Trippy P tonight by restarting the match and Casey assaulted Lbm, these weren't victories. They didn't walk away the better man. I'm going to beat Max Venom and I'm going to do it in such a way that he'll wake up a week later in a hospital bed, look to the attending nurse with tears in his eyes and say: “Dark Angel is better than me”.

It starts with the presentation. Allow me a momentary trip down memory lane...

TALE OF THE TAPE
name:	Dark Angel	Max Venom
height:	6'11	6'7
weight:	300lbs	254lbs
hometown:	Parts Unknown	Tokyo, Japan
style:	Powerhouse	Technical
finisher:	Unearthly Destroyer	Lethal Injection
strengths:	Strength, Endurance	Intelligence, Speed
weaknesses:	Slow, Predictable	Inexperience, Temper
age:	31	26

[The “Tale of the Tape” appears on the big screen to a surprising pop. It stays around for a few moments before finally fading away, and Angel begins to speak again]

Dark Angel:
Another issue is commentary. Last week, as I brutally beat Nightmare out of this promotion, Wally Wilson and A-Damn Hater, the voices of FHT, both whined and moaned about it. Obviously, what I'm about to do to Max Venom is going to be even worse than that, and I don't want them to ruin my creation for me. So, would you both please kindly leave?

Wally Wilson:
What?!

[A-Damn Hater seems willing to go without trouble but Wally seems defiant about Angel's request. A “Wally” chant actually starts up]

Dark Angel:
You either leave voluntarily or I use you to warm up. Your choice. Don't worry guys, you'll be suitable replaced.

[A-Damn manages to convince Wally to leave and he reluctantly does. As they both come up the aisle they look on in disbelief as Harold Gunther IV, former ELITE colour-commentator and now currently the backstage interviewer, walks down the ramp, smiling and giving the thumbs-up to Dark Angel]

Dark Angel:
So we've presented the combatants. We've got a good commentary team set. The cage itself is ready and waiting... Max Venom, the rest is up to you...

Don't Lie To Yourself, It Gave You Pleasure...

OH MY GOD OH MY-

[The crowd explodes with cheers as “Demonoid Phenomenon” kicks in and out from behind the curtain strides a very focused-looking Max Venom, staring right at the ring. He quickly takes his sunglasses and jacket off and enters the ring, going face-to-face with Dark Angel as referee Harry Hebner tries to seperate them before the opening bell]

Erik Knights:
The following contest is your main event, the Glass Ceiling Cage match! The winner is the first wrestler to successfully use his opponent to break the large pane of glass atop the cage! Introducing first, from Parts Unknown, weighing in at 300 pounds exactly, “The Most Creative Mind In FHT/ELITE”, he is the DAAARRK ANGEEEELLLL! [crowd boos] And his opponent, billed as from Tokyo, Japan, weighing in at 254 pounds, “The Slow Poison” and one half of the FHT/ELITE Tag Team Champions, MAAXXXX VEEENNNOOMMMM! [crowd cheers]

[The crowd continues to cheer as the cage slowly descends around both men, who slowly back off to their corners, as the referee goes over the rules, or lack therefore of in this match with them both. He then signals for the bell to ring, and the match is officially underway!]