Monday Night Legacy - April 20th, 2009

[The F'N Legend Lbm]

Monday, April 20^TH, 2009

Live from the FHT/ELITE Arena, New York, USA--------------------

ELITE GLOBAL HONORED CROWN
WHO'S THE DADDY?

Big Daddy Ash Strife
-vs-
Reverend Daddy Joe

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-AND-

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FHT/ELITE UNIFIED TAG CHAMPIONSHIPS
MAX/ACE SELECT 2 LEGENDS

Max Venom & Ace Andrews [c]
-vs-
Soul Reaper & Akuma Ninja

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FHT HARDCORE CHAMPIONSHIP
FHT RULES MATCH

The F'N Legend Lbm
-vs-
Headbanger


ELITE GHC NO #1 CONTENDERSHIP
Fatal Four Way

Trey Spruance
-vs-
Dark Angel
-vs-
Satan
-vs-
Killer


THE BATTLE OF RESPECT
HARDCORE MATCH

Crusher Casey
-vs-
Andre Rousimoff


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- C O M M E N T A T O R S -
Gary King & Rachel Beckett

Gary King: Welcome everyone to another edition of FHT/ELITE Monday Night Legacy! My name is Gary King and with A-Damn still on the shelf and Wally Wilson on leave of absense to look after his daughter Sally Wilson who will give birth sometime next month, my co-host is Rachel Beckett!

Rachel Beckett: That Sally Wilson is a slut Gary King. Eight months pregnant and she doesn't know whether the child is her husbands or her boyfriends? I'm sure Wally is very proud!

[Ash Strife]

Legacy opens backstage with Ace Andrews, Max Venom and Ash Strife all looking pissed off at what transpired last week at the end.

Strife: Reverend Daddy Joe wants to come back out of no where and make a scene on our Show. Well tonight he faces me for the Global Honored Crown. In a steel cage win by pin fall only match. Let’s see how bad he really thinks he is when it is only him and me!

Ace: Hey calm down man.

Strife: Fuck that. Trey back stabs us next… not cool so Spruance will get his. He said he wants to face anybody well uprising or veteran so I say he will face… Killer… and Dark Angel… and Satan in a fatal four way hardcore match for the number one contender ship for the GHC. But to make things interesting Satan, Killer and Angel are prohibited from pinning each other. That will teach Trey to double cross us.

Max Venom just nodes his head.

Ace: a hardcore number one contender match for the GHC; ironic don’t you think?

Strife: and I think you two should defend those tag titles against two “Vets” of your choice. Just book your match and I’ll sign off on it.

A toilet flushing is heard in the background as Casey steps out.

Casey: So I smash LBM once and for all tonight?

Strife: Nope, You get Andre tonight. He thinks he is above us and he will pay. Now boys with Mr. Williams tied up at the moment I think I’ll be working in furthering my claim to power now.

Ash picks up a folder labeled FHT Stock and walks out with a grin.

[Reverend Daddy Joe]

The camera cuts to the boiler room of the arena. RDJ is sitting in the corner, running a knife over his arm, watching the blood trickle down and drip to the floor. A look of fascination on his face, before he looks up, grinning

RDJ: Why am I here? Why did I come back? Why help Lbm, who I have every reason to hate?

We're survivors, us veterans. We went through hell, we put our bodies on the line for a $50 paycheck, some pain killers and a bottle of whiskey every week. That's how FHT began so long ago. People killing ourselves and others for a scrap of tin and a little glory. I don't like Lbm, or any of the other vets, but we belong to a family, a family of hardcore refugees, and you don't have to like your family, but when someone threatens them, you stand up and defend them.

You see, I came back because these younger guys are crying about being held down, about being disrespected, about not getting what's rightfully thiers, but they don't understand the fear, the pain and the sacrifice we put outselves through to get this place started. But there's hope, yes there is, because the good Reverend is here now.

I don't want to destroy the Uprising, oh no, destroying the new generation of this company would only hasten it's destruction. No, I want to make them better. I'm going to make them respected, and to do that I'm going to cause pain, I'm going to show them raw, concentrated violence, I'm going to wreak havoc in their lives. I will show them what it's like to fear sleeping at night, because a contender may be hiding in thier bathroom with a knife, I'm going to show them the pain of having to bleed for their paychecks, I will give them a chance to shine through a trial by fire, I'm going to make them question wether they really want to be here at all, and what it means to be a part of FHT.

Ash, you're first. Tonight is the beginning of a journey for us. I'm going to drag your potential out kicking and screaming. You will be better, or die in the process. I'm going to make you a monster or a broken heap. You will understand the true face of pain, the true meaning of violence, and you'll understand that to really be better than us FHT legends, you'll have to live in fear.

Don't worry, Mr. Commissioner, I'll help you, you'll see.

[Trey Spruance]

Pantera's "Walk" hits to a chours of boos asTrey Spruance comes out smoking the roach of a spliff and a can of beer in the other hand. He tosses the roach aside and blows a smoke ring then makes his way down to the ring. Grabbing a mic he walks up the stairs slowly, moving his dredlocks out of his eyes.

Trey: All y'all shut the fuck up and listen. I don't care what you think. I couldn't care less. The Uprising was a means to san end and achieved exactly what I thought it would... NOTHING! Jack fucking shit. Waste of time? Of course... But I knew it would be. It's like David vs. Goliath only more realistic. Nobody is going to get the vets to stand down by just making a shitty team of nobodies. Hell, you'd be better off just taking a fucking 9mm to their heads if you're that desperate.

The crowd start to boo again as Trey continues trashing everybody.

Trey: Ash Stife is pissed? Ohhh well, guess I better pack my bags and leave huh? Naw, don't think so. I aint scared of you big man, I'll take you out if you fuck with me.

Trey takes a swig of beer and tosses the can aside.

Trey: I'm gonna win this fatal four way because I am the only one prepaired to throw away stupid ideals in order to win. I care about ONE thing. And that my friends, is winning... I'll prove it in the ring tonight, why I am the hottest thing in FHT in the moment. I am the new shit, the next level, the next guy to climb to the top of the FHT/Elite mountain. That's me, and I am Trey "The Dude" Spruance.

Trey drops the mic and rolls out the ring as FHT goes to commerical.

[The Fizz]

The music of I Stand Alone by Godsmack starts as a former Elite wrestler approaches to the ring. The lights are dark and no one can see who it is.

Commentator 1: It can't be who I think it is.

Commentator 2: My good guess it's not a male wrestler but is it the only female wrestler on this fed called The Fizz?

The lights brighten up and they can see it is The Fizz in the ring.

Commentator 1: Oh my god. It is The Fizz in the ring of Elite. What is she doing here?

Commentator 2: There has been rumours backstage that she is making her return to Elite wrestling company. I think the rumours from what it seems like are true.

The crowd give Fizz a big cheer as they haven't seen her in months of wrestling for the company. The crowd look shocked like the commentators were. Crowd started chanting Fizz all over the arena until after 5 minutes they start to die down and Fizz can finally speak.

The Fizz: Hi everyone. I am back and ready to wrestle again. Since the time I started here. Things haven't been good at all but I had an offer from Casey on joining his stable.

Crowd start booing when Fizz said his name and she continues to talk.

The Fizz: I agreed on joining his stable but I am going to perform for you fans rather than him. I am going to make sure that I am going to do and produce a lot more better matches here than I did when I started. I want to come back and perform for you fans.

Fizz takes a break drinking her can of coke in the ring. Miles Johnson comes to the ring and stands with her and Fizz begins to talk.

The Fizz: Oh this is Miles Johnson who is my fitness person who keeps track on my fitness in my wrestling career. He's a really nice person. I met him when I went to watch Formula One at Silverstone 2 years ago. Since then he keep track on how I am doing in the wrestling business. I have won every title except the tag team titles to date.

Miles: Wait a min. Did you wrestle for this company Fizz?

The Fizz: In the past I did yes only for one match. Then I wasn't very good at all but you see me now fans I am a lot better than I was in the past. I am joining this stable but I am going to do it for you fans cos you are what's made wrestling. Any wrestler comes in my way. Let's get fizzicle and you're gonna get fizzed.

Fizz and Miles high five the fans while Fizz drinks her can of coke and when the music plays. She leaves the ring along with Miles and it goes to another commercial break.

[Max Venom]

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

OH MY GOD OH MY-

The FHT Arena erupts into boos and jeers as Max Venom confidently strides through the curtain, smirking, his FHT/ELITE Tag Team Title over his shoulder. He doesn't even acknowledge the fans' hatred, instead walking down to the ring, giving only a wink to Rachel Beckett, who waves back.

Rachel Beckett: You know, if there were more men like Max Venom in this company, we'd really bring in the female market! Look at that body, Gary!

Gary King: God, at least Wally and A-Damn didn't get attracted to the guys in the ring... Venom's got the body, sure, but underneath that lies the mind of a true plotting psychopath. Max Venom is associated with the death of four different companies, and he's now leading a revolution here in FHT/ELITE!

Rachel Beckett: That's just judgemental, Gary! Max Venom has not shown the slightest inclination of wanting this place dead, he's just here for change. He's been doing a great job as well, the veterans have been on the run for months now.

Venom takes up the microphone, as a “Fuck you Venom” chant goes around the arena. Many fans are waving signs in support of the veterans, but as always, there is a small section of Uprising loyalists too in the crowd.

Max Venom: It was late last week, after we had finished Revolution, our takeover of Legacy. Ash was making phonecalls, Ace was chatting to Rachel Beckett, Crusher Casey had gone home to work out some frustrations in his private gym. I stood out there, smoking, looking at the stars above me. The same stars I had made a whole bunch of veterans sit under for the past two hours. One of the junior cameramen operators, who had tonight, because of the Uprising got his own shot at upstaging the old faces came over to me, thanking us for what we had done. He then asked if it was over. If the Uprising was finished after tonight, if we had achieved what we had set out to do.

I didn't answer him. He wouldn't have an real clue what the difference was between getting a one-week promotion and completely redefining this company. Reverend Daddy Joe spoke of the fear, something we'd all apparently encounter. Something we'd have to live with if we wanted to get to the top. You see, that's the thing. I look at guys like Ace Andrews, Ash Strife and Crusher Casey, and I don't see fear. I see hunger. We've spent nine weeks making this promotion our bitch and they just want more. Now, I don't doubt the fear exists. It certainly explains Andre's and Trey's sudden and foolish desertions. However, The Uprising? We've got nothing to fear. We lose now? It wouldn't matter. It'd be a hollow victory for the veterans at best, since we're the greatest workers in this place now. They can't get rid of us. They wouldn't survive a week without us. We know anyway that losing is a distant and unfamiliar option. We'd win, and then where is this fear? You see, in your day, Joe, you might've had to walk down to the FHT Arena in the snow bare-footed and couldn't tell the difference between a water bottle and a knife, but when the Uprising takes control, that won't be an element. It'll be better. There won't be jealously over spots, since the best will have them, and if you wanted in, you'd have to become better. The champions would be right, fair and competitive, the management level-headed and just... The politics, the betrayal and the backstabbing? It'll be so far gone that you'll feel nostalgic for it.

It sounds like some impossible dream, some fictional utopia. The Uprising will make this a reality. Men achieving based on the passion and skill they exhibit, not by their tenure. The veterans that have to be dragged out to the ring, fighting tooth-and-nail? They'd be left in the locker-room to rot while real talent, eager to be out there, wrestle for respect and pride. Nine weeks ago, the feuds for our big titles were Soul Reaper vs. Red Ninja and NIN Horror vs. Trippy P. One thing has changed, and that's the colour of mask Ninja wears. While myself and my fellow Uprising members have stormed right through the midcard and upper midcards, laying waste to anyone in our way, we've left the main event scene mostly untouched. I wanted to show how piss-poor it was compared to us before we stepped up to demolish it for good. This is our final step. The last stand of the lazy, arrogant veterans and the new rise of fresh, young blood to take over the title scene.

The fear? I've seen it in Dark Angel's eyes as he toppled down through the Glass Ceiling Cage. I saw a brief flash in Stone Cold's face as pain shot through his neck. There was fear in Satan's voice as he stood on the roof, taking in the realisation that his side was losing. I witnessed it in Lbm's entire body language as his broken, battered body was lifted up for another Casey Bomb. Yet, that fear is nothing to the day-to-day abject terror that is present amongst the World Champions and their top contenders. Trippy P trying to finally call it a day, knowing he had been beat. NIN Horror desperately running off with the ELITE World Heavyweight Championship from a count-out. Soul Reaper knowing that he's only got enough in him for one defence every few months. Akuma Ninja, hiding behind his mask, needing to overcome Reaper to be seen as a success once more. They are scared for their careers. Scared for their reputations... They've kept things as isolated as possible at the top to maintain this illusion that they are “men to beat”. That they are the ones with the power.

Well, all of you are overdue for a wake-up call. Right now, you are all minor footnotes in this promotion, despite holding or competing for the top belts here. I am formally challenging either or both men to put their gold on the line against the greatest wrestler in this entire promotion's history. And you know what? To show how serious I am, in case you thought I was in a non-sequitur mood tonight, I'm announcing right now that later on in this show, Ace Andrews and myself will be defending the illustrious FHT/ELITE Tag Team Titles against one of the biggest teams in this company's history. Tonight, the Uprising will take out the Soul Assassins. Reaper, Ninja... Hope you guys manage to patch up those difficulties you've been having for, oh, the past six months. I hope you'll pay attention between trading words with each other, and I hope NIN and Trippy manage to summon the effort to turn on a television and watch what a true World Champion looks like. Bite down on that fear you've been having real hard, guys, because its about to come true. Max Venom is coming for you and your World Title.

The fans boo heavily again at the end of Venom's long speech, although there's actually also a fair bit of support for Max going towards the World Title, if only to see Reaper or NIN beat him.

Rachel Beckett: Max Venom, World Champion! Has a nice ring to it, I reckon. Let's face it, compared to what we've got, he'd be the greatest champion this federation has ever seen!

Gary King: That's a lofty and ignorant statement right there! Max Venom just called out four of the biggest stars in this company and challenged for the two top belts in a demeaning, disgusting fashion!

Rachel Beckett: Demeaning? Disgusting? Max Venom will improve this company! You just need to open your eyes to see how much better things have been since the Uprising formed!

Gary King: And I just have to open my ears to hear how Max Venom has damaged this place... Never thought I'd miss A-Damn Hater...

[Ash Strife]

Scene opens up with Ash Strife sitting in the General Managers office after another take over of Keith’s office. He is seen watching a video tape of an older FHT/ Elite broadcast and his face is seething with anger.

Finally CAK releases it and then smashes both of them off the side of Lbm's skull. The fans are cheering now as Crazy Ash Killa has this one secured. He signals to the crowd. He drags Lbm over toward the commentary table now. He stands over it placing Lbm's head beneath his legs. He lifts up... into a LAST RIDE... He holds him high above his head for an eternity and then drops him through the commentary table.

The table explodes as Lbm crashes through it. Referee Leon Spinx dives onto the wreckage to check if Lbm is okay. Crazy Ash Killa looks like a mad man. He pushes the referee out of the way and he picks Lbm up. Lbm is lifeless here. He puts Lbm up over his shoulder and then tosses him back into the ring over the top rope.

Wally Wilson: This one is over! Crazy Ass Killa is not the man to be messed with right here I tell you.

Gary King: This youngster with his size and his power - with one bad leg this guy could go far in FHT/ELITE! This is the one investment for the future FHT has right here!

Lbm is laid out inside the ring as Crazy Ash Killa stands over his lifeless body. This one is over bar the pin fall. A huge "one more" time chant breaks out referring to CAK's finisher the Abyys of Woe (spinning sit down last ride powerbomb). Crazy Ash Killa shakes his head in agreement. He positions Lbm beneath his legs...

REVEREND DADDY JOE... REVEREND DADDY JOE... REVEREND DADDY JOE... The Newschool Hardcore Legend bursts down the aisle diving into the ring and kicks the back of CAK's leg out. The fans boo loudly as Joe has just come out of nowhere. Joe clotheslines the referee out of the picture.

Joe kicks and kicks at the leg of CAK and then drags him over to the turnbuckles. Joe goes to the outside and applies the Bret Hart figure four leg lock through the ringpost. CAK cries out in pain here as the fans are livid. Joe releases it and grabs a steel chair from ringside. He smashes it into CAK's knee on the outside.

Joe is a mad man. He climbs back into the ring and begins to repeatedly bring the chair down on the knee of Crazy Ash Killa. Joe takes his knee brace off and throws it into the crowd who boo this whole thing. He must have smashed the chair into CAK's knee about 20 times now.

Joe drags Lbm's over on top of Crazy Ash Killa now in to a pinning position. Reverend Daddy Joe goes to the outside and throws in the official and tells him to count. Reverend Daddy Joe then makes his way back up the aisle toward the back as fans pelt rubbish at him.

Wally Wilson: What in the hell is Reverend Daddy Joe doing out here? Where did he come from? What business did he have here! Crazy Ass Killa had this match won!

Gary King: Shades of the infamous "Hardcore 4 Horsemen" H4H right there. Looks to me that RDJ was just helping out an old friend!!!

Lbm is lifeless on top of Crazy Ash Killa as he pins him. The referee counts slowly... One......... Two............ Kickout!!! The places go crazy as Crazy Ash Killa kicks out barely just before the three count. Joe turns around in the aisle way and can't believe it. Officials run out and prevent him from going back to the ring.

The fans start a huge "CAK" chant cheering the sheer toughness of the guy who unified the Television and Hardcore championship months ago. Lbm is back on his feet now as it looks like Crazy Ash Killa is attempting the same thing. Lbm waits for CAK to get up...

The LBM-FU by Lbm out of nowhere on CAK. Huge show of strength by Lbm to get him up there. Lbm covers him again. One, Two... Kickout! Crazy Ass Killa is pumping back up here as Lbm is shocked. He stomps away on his leg. He signals for it... No Laughing Matter!!! Lbm applies _the j-man version of the sharpshooter in honor of his friend.

Crazy Ass Killa screams out in pain. Lbm has it locked on tight. The fans boos as CAK screams in pain. He begins to try and crawl to the ropes. He reaches them but this is a hardcore match. Lbm doesn't break the hold when he's asked and drags CAK back into the centre of the ring. CAK is screaming as Lbm has it applied tight.

The referee is in position there waiting to see if CAK wants to quit but CAK is refusing. CAK won't quit. He is shaking his head. Lbm keeps the hold on. It has been almost two minutes now as CAK is not letting this hold beat him. The referee is right there.

CAK's head drops. He unconscious. CAK has passed out from the pain. The referee raises his arms... Once... Twice... Three times CAK's arm falls. He is out of it. Leon Spinx calls for the bell! It's over, it's over, it's over!!!

DING DING DING

YOUR NEW FHT HARDCORE CHAMPION: Lbm [12 mins 23 secs]

Gary King: We have a new FHT Hardcore Champion!!! The 1st ever FHT Hardcore Champion is back on top!!! What a match up! The Fuckin Legend Lbm is the new FHT Hardcore Champion and you can bet there aint one single man in that FHT locker room happy about that!!!

Wally Wilson: With a lot of help from Reverend Daddy Joe. They screwed CAK! He was already injured and Lbm still couldn't get the job done by himself! He never even quit! The pain that young man was in and he still wouldn't quit in the sharpshooter!!!

Inside the ring, Lbm is emotional. He is on his knees in the ring with tears streaming down his face as he is handed the FHT Hardcore Championship for what must be the 33rd time. Lbm hugs the belt kissing it. He gets back to his feet and holds the title up as the referee refuses to raise his hand and is instead checking on Crazy Ash Killa.

Lbm climbs out of the ring with the belt as fans throw crap at him from ringside. He is escorted to the back by security guards. On the rampway Reverend Daddy Joe smiles to himself as he too heads to the back. The fans are furious as we have a new FHT Hardcore Champion in the form of the hated The F'N Legend Lbm!!!
stretcher is rolled out for Crazy Ash Killa as his leg/knee looks to be swollen up. The former champion however refuses the stretcher. He can barely stand but somehow CAK gets up and stands of his own accord. You can see he is in tremendous pain as he climbs out of the ring and walks unassisted back up the aisle.

A huge standing ovation for the former FHT Hardcore Champion who has had a tremendous run since beating "Sick" Nick at FHT V. Before going through the curtain CAK turns around and salutes the crowd one last time.

Wally Wilson: He'll be back! This is not the last we'll see of the 7ft monster Crazy Ash Killa! Get well soon and get back here and kick LBM and RDJ's ass when you do! I'm gonna miss him!

Ash then clicks off the TV and looks right at the Elite Global Honored Crown.

Strife: Joe I have been waiting a long time for this, You took me out right tin the middle of my reign as FHT Hardcore Champion. I went through hell and back to win that title and for you and LBM to take me out… OH you are first Joe and eventually I will get my hands on LBM too…

Ash looks down at a folder and smirks.

Strife: and after these get routed to the proper people that won’t be a problem at all.

Scene fades out as Ash starts to laugh.

[tpc]

["Stitches" By Allele blasts over the PA as the crowd comes alive the lights fade and small spotlight flashes across the area as one big spotlight zooms down onto the stage and out from behind the curtains steps The Peep's Champ]

Gary King: THE PEEP"S CHAMP IS BACK

Rachel Beckett: And all his Peep's are on their feet

[The Peep's Champ walks down the ramp as the spotlight follows as he walks up the steps and into the ring he goes over and gets a mic as the lights come back on and the music fades]

The Peep's Champ: I see my peeps haven't forgotten there champ but of course not so if you will please take out your cell phones and take pictures shoot videos sent them to your friends and tell them to entertainment is back

[The Peep's Champ smiles as people start taking out their cell phones]

Gary King: Everyone in the area must have out their cell phone

The Peep's Champ: Now I can stand in this ring all day long and tell you how great I am but the fact is I wouldn't be telling you anything you didn't already know because the fact is I'm the greatest talent ever in this business and those who think different F**K YOU

Rachel Beckett: Strong words from The Peep's Champ

The Peep's Champ: I have fought and clawed my way to the top of this business I have earned everything I even got I took the path no one else would ever take I spite in people's faces and pissed people off in this ring and in that locker room and why doing it I won championships after championships

[The Peep's Champ motions his waist as tho a championship is missing]

Gary King: I can't disagree with him

The Peep's Champ: I am so great that no matter what I did when I left this business they begged me on their hands and knees to come back and no one in this business could ever keep me down whenever I set a goal for myself I came out here in this ring and I delivered

[The Peep's Champ points at the crowd as they cheer]

Rachel Beckett: These people seem to agree with him also

The Peep's Champ: Now upon my return I admit I haven't been watching and I wanted to come back for just one more match a respect match between myself and Lbm giving you fans the greatest match you have even seen

[The Peep's Champ nods his head as the fans cheer]

Gary King: Its a match I can't wait to see

The Peep's Champ: However I come back and everything has changed there is now these punk kids that think they are better then legends like yours truly and at first it made me smile because I was once one of those punk kids but the more I thought about is the more it pissed me off

[The Peep's Champ tightly grips the mic as the fans boo]

Rachel Beckett: Sounds like The Peep's Champ is joining the Legends in this battle

The Peep's Champ: Max Venom you want me in my last chance in this business don't make me laugh your not even talented enough to lace my boots just like the rest of your gang of wannabes so how about you pick up my bags at the door and leave the entertainment to me and the rest of the legends

Gary King: Max Venom and the rest of the Up Rising isn't going like that

[The Peep's Champ drops the mic and heads to the back as the fans cheer][/b][/i][/center]

[Andre Roussimoff]

As we come back from the break, we are ready for the battle of respect.

The Announcer - The following contest is a battle for respect! Introducing first . . . ANDRE ROUSSIMOFF ! ! !

We Who Are Not As Others by Sepultura starts to play as Andre Roussimoff walks out. Andre makes his way down to the ring and heads inside. He walks up to the announcer and takes the microphone out of their hands.

Andre Roussimoff - So this is a battle for respect huh? Alright, I’m down with that. But my question is, respect for who? Ash, come on out here and tell me who ordered this match?

After a few moments, Ten Thousand Fists by Disturbed starts to play. Ash Strife walks out onto the stage with a microphone in hand.

Ash Strife - Who booked this match? Actually it is someone you know. I got word from a hospital that this match might make for a good fight.

Andre Roussimoff - Just what I thought. Well Keith… I know you’re watching at the hospital… If you are going to do things, do them right. If you want to punish me for what I did to you last week, then PUNISH me! Ash, why don’t you make this a Hardcore Match… Teach me a lesson! Apparently I need one.

Ash Strife - Consider it done. I’m sure Casey won’t mind. Word has it, he wants to get his hands on you too!

Ash is about to walk to the back, before he stops and turns back around.

Ash Strife - You know, I don’t know if you are just stupid or fucking retarded?

Ash leaves to his music as the hardcore match is about to begin.

The Announcer - And his opponent . . . CRUSHER CASEY ! ! !

Crusher’s music hits, but no one shows up.

The Announcer - And his opponent . . . CRUSHER CASEY ! ! !

Crusher’s music hits again, but again, no one shows up. The fans start to chatter.

Gary King - Where is Casey?

Rachel Beckett - I don’t know Gary. With all the pent up anger he has, I thought we’d see him come running down the aisle like the Ultimate Warrior and crush Andre.

The ref looks at the announcer and then at Gary and Rachel with a confused look on his face.

Gary King - Does this mean Andre wins?

All of a sudden a monster truck comes flying out from the back stage area with its horn honking like a madman! The truck crashes into the ring, shaking the ring and knocking Andre and the ref down. Both Andre and The ref slowly get up. As Andre fully gets to his feet, the crowd goes nuts! Crusher Casey climbs up onto of the monster truck with a cookie sheet in hand.

Gary King - IT’S CASEY ! ! ! CASEY IS HERE ! ! !

As Andre turns around, Casey takes a running start and flies off the roof of the monster truck. The cookie sheet is cracked right between the eyes of Andre, sending back down to the mat.

Gary King - Casey just flew through the air and took Andre out.

Rachel Beckett - Where did Casey come from?

Crusher Casey kneels over Andre and repeatedly smacks him in the head with the cookie sheet. Half way through, the fans join in.

Crowd - … Six… Seven… Eight… Nine… Ten… Eleven… Twelve… Thirteen… Fourteen… Fifteen… Sixteen… Seventeen…

The crowd goes nuts as Casey leaps up off of Andre, throwing the cookie sheet in the air.

Rachel Beckett - Crusher is fired up!

Crusher Casey waits and stalks Andre, waiting for him to get up. Andre slowly stumbles up to one knee, and then gets up to his feet. As Andre twirls around, Casey levels him with a strong forearm shot. Casey heads to the outside of the ring.

Rachel Beckett - Where is he going now?

Gary King - Well Rachel, it is time for this match to get hardcore!

Rachel Beckett - That wasn’t hardcore enough?

Crusher Casey goes into the back of the monster truck and starts to throw various objects into the ring. He finishes up by pulling out a table and setting it up next to the monster truck. Casey slides back into the ring and picks up a scrabble game set. Andre, who was slowly getting up while Casey was in the monster truck, checks his forehead and finds a little bit of blood. Casey spins Andre around and swings the scrabble game set at him, but Andre ducks it. As Casey turns around, Andre kicks Casey in the stomach. Casey drops the scrabble game set and Andre hits a Evenflow DDT right on top of the scrabble game set.

Gary King - Great move there.

Rachel Beckett - Yea, I think Andre sensed that coming.

Andre looks around the ring, when a smile appears on his face. Andre leans down and picks up a wooden bat. He stands right behind Crusher Casey, taunting him to get up. As Casey gets up and turns around, Andre swings the bat at Casey’s head. Casey ducks it and slides behind Andre, waiting. Andre twirls and is meet with a super kick to the face. He stumbles backwards, and Casey follows up with hard clothesline. Andre flips backwards in the air and lands on his face.

Rachel Beckett - Casey put so much force in that clothesline, he went down too.

Casey looks around, and picks up an old VCR. As Andre is getting up, Casey clotheslines him right in the forehead with the old VCR, busting him open. Casey drops the VCR and posses on the turnbuckle, celebrating the good work he just did. While Casey is celebrating, Andre checks his forehead and finds the blood. Andre explodes up off the mat and slams into Casey’s back with a hard head butt, knocking him off the turnbuckle. As Casey turns around, Andre kicks him in the stomach and hits suplex after suplex.

Rachel Beckett - Now Andre has gone nuts.

Gary King - I think the blood set him off.

After the fifth suplex, Andre waits for Crusher Casey to get up and hits a stiff kick to the face. Like a slow motion action shot in the movies, Casey’s body slowly twists and falls to the mat. Andre grabs Casey by the head and lifts him to his knees. He pulls Casey over to the ropes and climbs out onto the apron by the monster truck. Andre then attempts another suplex, but Casey blocks it. He attempts another one, but again Casey blocks it. Casey sends a shot to Andre’s midsection, loosening up the hold. Two, three more shots to the midsection. Andre releases the hold and is met with a stiff European Upper cut, almost knocking him off the apron and onto the monster truck’s hood. As Andre is trying to stable himself, Casey bounces off the other side of the ropes and charges at him, Spearing him off the ring and through the windshield.

Crowd - HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!!

Rachel Beckett - Oh my God, Andre nearly went through the windshield of that monster truck!

Casey is not done by any means. Casey grabs a steel chair and climbs the turnbuckle.

Gary King - What is he going to do?

Casey steadies himself and then leaps off the top rope and lands a picture perfect elbow drop, smashing the chair into Andre’s face.

Crowd - HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!!

The two lie there for a minute, until Casey starts to get up. He grabs Andre’s lifeless body and pulls it into the ring for the pin.

The referee - One… Two… Thre…

Gary King - NO!!! ANDRE KICKED OUT!!! HOW DID HE KICK OUT!!!

Frustrated, Casey slams his fist into the mat. He grabs Andre by the head and picks him up. He throws Andre’s head between his legs and gives the thumbs down sign. Casey lifts Andre up and Casey Bombs him on top of a steel chair.

Rachel Beckett - COVER!!!


The referee - One… Two… Three ! ! !

The Announcer - Winner of this match . . . CRUSHER CASEY ! ! !

Gary King - What a match! I though Casey had it after that crazy spot, but Andre kicked out… How, I don’t know? But he did. But in the end, it didn’t matter. After a Casey Bomb onto a steel chair, Casey got the one, two three for the win!

[Andre Roussimoff]

Andre slowly rises to his feet, holding the back of his head.

Gary King:
What a hardcore match we just witnessed! Monster trucks! scrabble! steel chairs! Andre put up a valiant effort against the monster Casey but was just overpowered in the end.

Just then the crowd begins to erupt into cheers. The camera pans around and finds Keith Williams slipping thru the crowd into the ring. He slips in behind Andre and begins to tap his foot against the mat.

Rachel Beckett:
Andre, behind you!

Unfortunatly Andre is unable to hear Rachel. He slowly turns around and is met by a thunderous super kick by Keith Williams! Andre falls to the mat. Keith bounces off the ropes and does a little celebration. He then turns to the ropes and looks at Melody. She hands him up a microphone. Keith then walks over to Andre and lays beside him.

Keith Williams:
You thought you get away with what you did last week? Putting me in the hospital with a concussion? Nobody does that and gets away with it. What? What are you saying?

Keith lowers the mic towards Andres face. A voice is heard over the P.A. system but its obviously a taped recording.

Andre Roussimoff - HIT ME!

Keith Williams:
What?

Andre Roussimoff - HIT ME!

Keith Williams:
Are you sure?

Andre Roussimoff - HIT ME!

Andre Roussimoff - HIT ME!

Andre Roussimoff - HIT ME!

Keith stands up and looks towards the crowd

Keith Williams:
I’m not so sure about this. What do you all think? Do you think that I should hit him again?

Keith raises the microphone in the air. The crowd begins to chant “Hit him, Hit him”

Rachel Beckett:
What a pack of blood thirsty fans we have here tonight!

Gary King:
Obviously you have never seen a FHT crowd before huh?

Keith Williams:
Well it looks like the fans have spoken Andre. You're gonna get your wish.

Keith drops the microphone. He then slips out of the ring. He walks over to the timekeepers table and makes the ring announcer and the time keeper get up. He grabs both of their chairs. He then heads back to the ring. He slides the two chairs into the ring. He then follows shortly there after. He picks up one chair and walks over to Andre. He picks up Andres head and puts the steel chair under and lays Andres head back on the steel chair. Keith then walks back over and picks up the other chair. Keith then raises the other chair over his head. He then brings the full force down onto Andres head!

Gary King:
One man con-chair-to by Keith Williams! Andre wanted his marbles scrambled by Keith Williams last week, well he got his wish this week!

Keith looks down at the fallen Andre. The crowd is popping big time for the con-chair-to. Keith gets a grin on his face and does the DX chop to Andre. He then slips out of the ring. He puts his arm around Melody, holds the steel chair high in the air and heads up the ramp towards the back. FHT Legacy goes to commercial.

[The F'N Legend Lbm]

CLOSER [Kings of Leon] hits...

Pyrotechnics explode all over the arena as the reigning FHT Hardcore Champion, The F'N Legend Lbm makes his way down the aisle to a huge pop from the FHT/ELITE Arena. The F'N Legend Lbm jumps up on the apron and climbs inside the ring.

The fans cheer as Lbm holds up his FHT Hardcore Championship and shows it off as flashbulbs go off! Lbm goes up to the top rope now and poses some more as his music dies off and he awaits to find out who his opponent will be!

Gary King: What a career this man has had?! After 6 years connected with FHT & ELITE and actually coming back from the dead (how many individuals can say that?), Lbm shows no signs of slowing down!

Rachel Beckett: Lbm... an overrated egotistical sleaze ball! Lbm epitomizes everything wrong with this company! Sooner or later - his luck is going to run out!

HEADBANGER'S THEME hits...

To very little reaction, Headbanger makes his return to the FHT/ELITE ring after 2 years away from the spotlight. The former FHT Tag & Television Champion has put on a lot of weight since we last saw him on FHT/ELITE tv.

Headbanger gets inside the ring opposite Lbm and referee Leon Spinx calls for the bell. Very quickly Lbm goes to work on Headbanger who gets in little to no offence. Lbm whips Headbanger into the ropes and then executes a huge spear.

Following the spear, Lbm awaits for Headbanger to get back to his feet and lifts him up in the LBM-FU! Lbm connects with it and doesn't delay! He covers him... One, Two, Three!

LBM WINS [23 seconds]

Gary King: Welcome back Headbanger!

Rachel Beckett: What even was the point of that one?

[Crusher Casey]

LBM is heading up the ramp towards the back, when out of nowhere Crusher Casey Clothes lines LBM from behind sending him back down the ramp to the ring....Casey picks up LBM and throws him in the ring from the out side....Casey jumps in the ring and starts to kick him in the ribs..by this time Casey picks LBM and puts him on his shoulders and climbs to top rope and delivers a VICIOUS BONE SHATTERING CASEY BOMB...Casey gets up, but LBM is twitching on the mat and Casey is just standing over him, he motions for a mic....

Casey: LBM YOU ARE A FRIGGIN COWARD..JUST LIKE THE REST OF THE CHAMPIONS WE HAVE HERE IN ELITE /FHT...I have never held a singles title here..why..because of people like you REAPER. LBM, NIN...you say we will have a match for the titles..but you all FUCKING BACK OUT AND I'M FUCKING TIRED OF IT, I WANT SOME GOD DAM RESPECT HERE..I HAD A MATCH TONIGHT WITH ANDRE...HELL I DID NOT EVEN BREAK A GOOD SWEAT...I TAUGHT HIM RESPECT..but I have laying at my feet one of the worst offenders..LB fucking M , sure let's have a MMA match..so what doers he do...HE BACKS OUT..claiming he was hurt...BULLSHIT..he's a COWARD....{Casey jumps out of the ring and goes underneath and pulls out a paint can..Casey climbs back in the ring..}...
Casey: You see what I have here in my hands LBM's Favorite color YELLOW..{Casey covers him in the yellow paint}

Casey: THIS IS YOUR "SO CALLED" HARD CORE CHAMPION A YELLOW LOSER IS ALL I SEE....

{ Casey jumps out of the ring, everyone is on their feet hopeing
to see LBM get up but all he's doing is just twitcing in the puddle of Yellow paint left by Casey..}

scene fades to commercial...

[unknown]

--There is once again a return to the familiar room as Legacy returns from commercial. The dank room looks no less forgiving, as the flickering bulb continues to keep the solitary figure shrouded in darkness and mystique. --

Unknown Voice:
So, here we are once more. And again I am forced to ask a question of you. Do you care? Do you care about how futile your situation is becoming? I have appeared before you twice now to bring you a warning of your devastation, giving you a chance to rectify it. But you continue to ignore my words, and by extension the words of the collective I represent. Your time IS running thin; your opportunities are escaping you. This conflict will end, one way or the other, mark my words on that.

-- Just beyond the shadows, the man can be seen reaching into his pockets. - -

Unknown Voice:
You know, I am having trouble comprehending your actions of late. This war you have created does not have a happy ending, surely you see that. And it is not just one side at fault. The Uprising are young, inexperienced. The probability of them hunting for power and recognition is highly likely, even if they are doing it in such a misguided way. But the fact that the Veterans are fuelling the fire, providing the illusion that this battle is what this company needs. I'm sure if of them are sitting on their locker rooms right now, talking about how well this will affect the ratings for the better. And it’s probably true, mankind at its ugliness are celebratory of conflict. The Veterans have always loved ratings, it means bigger pay cheques. But you’re so blind to the long term effects of keeping this fight going.

-- He pulls his hands out from his pockets, taking out a cigar and a zippo lighter. He puts the cigar in his mouth and lights it, the burning sound clear in the quiet room. He exhales the smoke into the air.--

Unknown Voice:
Take Keith Williams for example. He is concerned of nothing but his own well being. Like an experienced chess master, intent on protecting his king from its death. The master manipulates his pieces, his troops, uncaring of whether they are lost to the game as long as the preservation of the important players takes priority. It is quite a fitting analogy if I do say so myself, one that perfectly describes the man's callous, uncaring nature. You’re all about the money; it’s all you care about. You are using you power to keep this conflict going, manipulation being your primary weapon, just so you can earn that little bit more money to buy your next desirable purchase. But keep this in mind, sir; there is always another angle you have not considered and one wrong move can spell the downfall of an empire as they are overrun by an unsuspecting force.

-- The man once again takes the cigar to this mouth and takes a long drag, the sound of it burning away still clear. --

Unknown Voice:
While our illustrious General Manager is clearly guilty of fuelling the fire, he is not that one to blame for the formation of The Uprising. That honour, falls squarely at the feet of the infamous Soul Reaper. There may be many who attempt to dispute these words implicating you so strongly in this conflict, but the evidence speaks for itself. You were practically handed the championship belt, a position of true respect. But you squandered it, and you became lazy. Through your total inaction, The Uprising probably felt that the only way they were going to get to that position of respect was to take it by force, however misguided that logic may appear. Even now you remain dormant. Continue to do what you are and you risk further inciting The Uprising to take action against you, and yet by rising up you will continue this war which is something that I do not recommend.

-- Another long drag on the cigar, the smoke adding the to atmosphere in the room. --

Unknown Voice:
But of course, this piece by piece analysis of the very flaws that encompasses the Veterans would not be complete with a cursory mention of one LBM. An understated fact of human nature is that we all have flaws. But all those flaws can be hidden well, obscured by the positive elements of a person’s personality. That philosophy does not apply to LBM. His flaws are all that controls his very being. It must be disheartening for you to hear LBM. You are pretty much a narcissist you know; its an ugly trait. You are in love with yourself, shunning all others. You may kid yourself that you are not, but you do it on a subconscious level. This whole rebellion is evidence to that. Let us take a different approach in this if I may. What reason does the almighty LBM have to fight against the Uprising? What reason does LBM have to antagonise the Uprising and cause them to fighter harder against the push of the veterans? The answer to those questions; it makes you feel good, it makes you feel important. By acting as the figurehead for your peer group, you see the actions of the rebellion as an act against you personally, which makes you important. And the sad thing is, you have the talent to back it up. You wouldn't be where you are today if you didn't have talent. But your arrogance, an inherent property among narcissists, prevents you from doing the fight thing and stopping this conflict dead. The only way to overcome your deepest flaws is to acknowledge them and act against them, but your biggest flaws prevent that from ever happening. You are an incomplete being and its getting to a point where you can not even save yourself.

-- The man drops his cigar to the ground, using his foot to stub out the small spark. --

Unknown Voice:
The chaos that is being sown among the populace is causing anarchy and strife. It threatens to kill this very promotion, 5 years of history gone in the blink of the eye. Your time to take action is running out. I represent not a single man, but a revolution. I represent the collective, voicing the needs of the many. Those are my words, and the words of the men and women who will shape the world. Go ahead, save yourselves.

-- The solitary figure returns hidden in the shadows, under the flickering blub. His features barely lit up for more than a second. The single bulb cuts out as Legacy cuts to the next segment. --

[Former FHT Employee Daniel Ice]

Number One Contender To The Global Honored Crown:
Satan vs. Trey Spruance vs. Killer vs. Dark Angel

The fans struggled to decide who to root for during the early going, as Killer, Satan and Dark Angel took turns hitting Trey with various moves, due to him needing to be pinned. Ultimately, Killer went for the submission on Trey, and Angel and Satan broke it up. The three powerhouses turned against each other, Killer's smart grappling style keeping him on top. Satan powered out of a modified bearhug to almost steal a three count before Angel broke it up.

Satan and Angel traded blow-after-blow in the middle of the ring, but a refreshed Trey was back and took both men out with an amazing crossbody from the top rope. Trey stayed in control of the match, at one point having all three men in opposite corners of the ring, and taking turns to charge at them with different moves.

Killer managed to avoid one of these moves and nearly scored the pin from the fallout. Satan broke this up and hit the Satan Bomb on Killer, but obviously couldn't pin him due to the stipulation in place. He and Angel continued to trade fists, before double-teaming Trey, who came off the ropes and into a Killmission, that he was moments away from tapping out to, until the timely intervention of Dark Angel.

Angel started his own attack now, knocking Killer outside the ring and managing to tie Satan up in the ropes. Trey took this chance to fight back, but his finisher was countered into the Unearthly Destroyer and Angel just about got the pin before both Killer and Satan could break it up. As Angel walked to the back, celebrating his big victory, Ash came out to mockingly clap his potential future opponent.

[satan]

We go backstage to Satan is just simply standing against a wall.

Satan: Tonight, I realized something, that the real FHT died a long time ago. I recently came into some files that Alan Sugar and everybody who've masqueraded that this the FHT wouldn't want you to see. The night Lbm burned down the original FHT Arena, not the 10,000 seat monstrosity you see today, the original owners of the FHT and ELITE were meeting to merge the companies into one superpower. The people who signed my paychecks and gave a goddamn about their workers sold us up the river without a paddle. That night, everything that the FHT was should have died a fast, quick death. Instead, the real FHT is dying a slow, painful death and I can't slit it's throat to put it out of it's misery. My "friends" don't give a damn anymore about the old FHT, so why should I? As of April 20th, 2009 I am declaring myself a gun for hire in this war. If anybody wants help, they know where I am. All you have to do is outbid the others, and you will have my services.

Commercial.