FHT/ELITE Supershow #2 - May 4th, 2009

[The F'N Legend Lbm]

Monday, May 4^TH, 2009

Live from the 02 Arena, London, England--------------------

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THE MAIN EVENT
ELITE HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP
Singles Match

NIN Horror [c]

-vs-

Max Venom

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FHT UNDISPUTED CHAMPIONSHIP
FHT Rules Match

Soul Reaper [c]

-vs-

Keith Williams


ELITE GLOBAL HONORED CHAMPIONSHIP
Singles Match

Ash Strife [c]

-vs-

Dark Angel


FHT HARDCORE CHAMPIONSHIP
Three Way Throwback

The F'N Legend Lbm [c]

-vs-

The Peep's Champ

-vs-

Reverend Daddy Joe


***RUMORED***
FHT/ELITE UNIFIED TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP
Tag Team Match

Ace Andrews [c] & Crusher Casey [c]

-vs-

Stone Cold Steve Austin & Satan


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ALSO FEATURING

FHT/ELITE General Manager Keith Williams

Andre Rousimoff

Trey "The Dude" Spruance

The Fizz

Killer

Unknown

& Many More...




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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 FHT/ELITE Supershow #2, live in London England tonite in front of a sold out 02 Arena! My name is Gary King alongside Rachel Beckett!

Rachel Beckett: It's been called "NIGHT OF CHAMPIONS" and thats exactly what it is! Every championship in FHT/ELITE will be decided right here tonite! But none more bigger than the ELITE Heavyweight Championship as Max Venom takes on NIN Horror!

Gary King: No doubt it's gonna be incredible as NIN Horror faces his first big challenge as ELITE Heavyweight Champion! Also tonite Soul Reaper is scheduled to defend the FHT Undisputed Championship against a as yet unnamed opponent!

Rachel Beckett: We have Jurassic Park 3 going on with Reverend Daddy Joe & The Peep's Champ challenging for The F'N Legend Lbm's FHT Hardcore Championship, Dark Angel taking the brilliant and talented Comissioner Ash Strife and...

Gary King: And... It is right now just a rumor, but we have been told that Stone Cold Steve Austin & Satan will team up tonite against The Uprising's Ace Andrews & a selected partner filling in for Max Venom for the FHT/ELITE Unified Tag Team Championships! Lets go to the ringside...

[Ninja/Killer]

"Godzilla Theme" plays before going into "War Machine" as out emerges Killer to a HUGE pop. Killer walks down to the ring dressed in his ring gear slapping hands. Killer enters the ring and grabs a mic.

Killer:Now there's some things I have to adress here tonight ladies and gentlemen, those things pretain to what's been going on with me the last little while. People have been wondering have I fallen off the radar, I heard somebody posted this little report about an FHT show and said old Killzilla wasn't looking to good lately. Apparently I've put on weight?

Killer flexes his still muscular arms.

Killer:I don't think I've put on weight, I did buy a new stair master after all.(Crowd laughs) but away from that, to me it doesn't matter if I'm on the bottom of the card or the top, what matters to me is you fans and your respect.

Crowd pops.

Killer:As long as there is a breath left in my body I will be competing in a wrestling ring and I will be doing things my way, kick ass and full speed, but the thing is that.....

The lights go out in the arena. When they come back on AKUMA NINJA is in the ring dressed in a Black Leathehr Jacket, Black Shirt and Black Pants. The exposed part of Ninja's face is painted White with Black Circles around his eyes. The crowd pops as Killer looks unimpressed. Ninja turns and looks at Killer. Killer still holds the mic.

Killer:I wasn't finished Ninja, what brings you out here anyway.

Ninja has a mic in his hand.

AN:I'm tired of waiting Reaper, I'm getting really tired of waiting, soon there will be no more ducking of me, I'm coming after you and there will be not a place you can hide. Not even hell itself will keep you away from me.

Killer:Good to hear, but since it is my promo time and promos from me our a rarety allow me to get back to what I was saying....

AN:You only have one thing to say, that's an answer about later tonight, see Killer I need a test I need soemthing that's going to get me warmed up for my upcoming title match, so why not you big man?

Killer:Me, fight you, why I got no beef with you Ninja, none what so ever, there's no point getting into this.

AN:Are you afraid? Are you afraid you won't be able to hack it in the ring with me Killer, is that it, do you know it's a forgone conclusion that you are going to lose to me right in the middle of the ring.

Killer:No, it's definatley not that, I'm just not up for pummeling a friend of mine for no reason.

AN:What if I gave you a reason.

Ninja slaps Killer across the face. Killer takes it then looks at Ninja with a fired up look in his eyes. Ninja gives Killer a shove. Killer shoves Ninja back. Ninja takes a few steps back but Killer instead leaves the ring and starts walking up the aisle back to the lockeroom.

AN:Killer, I've always known you as a man of pride and honor, I need you to do this, I need you to fight me, I need you to help prepare me for Reaper. I need you to fight me Killer.

Killer looks back and then shakes his head then continues to walk.

AN:I guess it is true, the mighty can fall as fast as they rose.

Killer turns around again but just keeps walking as Ninja still stands in the ring. Legacy goes to a commercial.

[Reverend Daddy Joe]

The scene cuts to the parking lot, and RDJ is wearing his opriginal ring gear, that of a sleeveless black t-shirt that reads "My Name is RDJ, and I Just Fucked Your Mom", black jeans, combat boots and athletic tape wrapped around his wrists and hands,he's digging through the trunk of the old black buick, which has not been repair ever, meaning that it is littered with dents, most of the windows and mirrors in it are broken (the rearview is held on by duct tape) and it is covered in old crusty blood stains. He's pulling out a random assortment of weapons, bats, spools of barbed wire, brass knuckles, tazers, cattle prods and a few other intruments of mayhem.

RDJ stops and turns to the camera.

RDJ: looks like I have some explaining to do, doesn't it. Lots of people want to know why I did what I did, and what exactly was the meaning of sending that old belt to Ash.

Ash may be thinking about how history has been repeating itself latley. I yet again cost him the hardcore title. Why did I do it? The answer is I did it for the same reason I did it the last time. You haven't earned the right to wear that belt yet. You haven't gone through enough to earn it, you don't know what fear is yet. You don't just want a belt you haven't earned, do you? No, no, you're a member of Uprising! You want to earn your spot! Don't worry Ash, contrary to what it may look like, I'm still here to help you.

Tonight is a warm up match. I want you to watch it, Ash, I want you to study this match and replay it in your mind. The carnage that is about to occur is something you have to be prepared to put yourself through every night to be a real champion. I'm want you to watch me bathe in the blood of Chase and Lbm, so you know just the level it takes to be one of us. Words alone won't prepare you for that though, you seem to have a problem listening, so I took it to the next logical step, I have to create a situation that will scar you and give you nightmares for life. So I sent you a belt, Ash. A belt of horror , blood and glory.

What I sent you is the old 24/7 belt. This is a non-sanctioned title by FHT and Elite. After we're through, it can go away again, but it's a training tool for you. You are to hold onto that belt as long and as much as possible, because I will be coming after it. You won't know when I'm coming, or how I'll do it, but rest assure, I will put you through the most savage and brutal peroid of your life. If you lose that belt, you'll have to come after me, you'll have to try and take me on in the seediest of bars and the darkest ghettos.

You see, I am a great wrestler, but RDJ the technician isn't what you need to be made better, you need the madman, the sicko, the sadist, and that's what you'll get. I'm going to hurt you in ways you'd never thought you'd have to face, and you'll have two options, give up and accept your place as a mere footnote in FHT history, or take on the New School Hardcore Legend and beat him at his own game. Rest assure Ash, I'm going to turn you into a monster, motivated by fear and rage, I'm going to make sure you're never the same again, I will make you better Ash.

[Ash Strife]

Ash Strife is seen in the ring with the Global Honored Crown around his waist and the old school 24/7 hardcore title draped over his shoulder.

Strife: Ladies and gentleman, we the uprising have a surprise for you… so shut up with eh asshole chants already as I wantd to give FHT/Elite a very special gift… Allow me the almighty commissioner to present you … THE IRON SHEIK!

King: The Sheik?!? WOW!

Beckett: what is the dinosaur doing here?

Iron Sheik walks out with a big grin waving the fans. Ash orders some chairs to be put in the ring for the interview. Sheik eventfully gets into the ring and the two shake hands as they both sit and Ash does an interview.

Strife: Welcome She-

Sheik: It’s Iron Sheik time you jabroni… let Iron Sheik speak!

Strife: Go for it…

Sheik: Iron Sheik is here in the … (he turns to Ash Strife) where is Iron Sheik again?

Strife: FHT/Elite Legacy…

Sheik: yes FHT/ Elite and Iron Sheik is facing world champion and he be best champion ever-

Strife: Your not here to Wrestle Sheik.

Sheik: Iron Sheik! Then why you bring Iron Sheik here?

Strife: For an interview.

Sheik: How much you pay Iron Sheik for Interview?

Strife: Well the company is paying you big…

Sheik: How big is big?

Strife: Well-

Sheik: Like Iron Sheik has 10 inch cock and that is big!

Strife: you want me to pay you in cock?

Sheik: No Iron Sheik want money. But more money then Vince McMahon pay Iron Sheik as Vince McMahon give Iron Sheik $20 dollars a month… What is Iron sheik supposed to do with $20 a month?

Strife: Ok I’ll pay you more then $20 I promise.

Sheik: Ok ask question then.

Strife: So is it true old school legends such as your self were in to heavy drug use? I ask this to start a drug screening on all of our Veterans as we want them to be healthy after all…

Sheik: The Iron Sheik has the marijuana… Iron Sheik buy from strange man back stage.

Strife: So you guys smoked up between shows back then?

Sheik: Yes Iron Sheik was in a car with Greg Valentine and the old cunt Fabulous Moolah. I was smoking the marijuana and Greg was smoking the marijuana. Moolah said to put our marijuana out. I said 'you not like Iron Sheik's marijuana?' Iron Sheik told Greg to pull the car over and I told Moolah 'Get the fuck out, cunt!' You no like Iron Sheik's marijuana; you take a hitchhike to the arena! Who cares about Moolah's wrinkled old pussy anyway!"


Strife: I know I don’t… fuck some old wrinkly pussy… wait on second thought I’ll leave that for the old timers. But that is interesting. Let me ask you about some of our old timers.

Sheik: I don’t know your program…

Strife: that is ok as we decided to do picture progression to resemble them to people of your time. Lets start on the number one contender to the Global Honored Crown… DARK ANGEL!

A picture of Dark angel is shown and it slowly fades to a picture of the ultimate warrior

Sheik: He Faggot and Cocksucker!

Strife: Interesting… How about he F’n ICON LBM…

LBM is shown on the Titanron and it slowly turns to a picture of Iron Sheik’s assistant.

Sheik: "Iron Sheik would fuck his ass with beer bottle! His ass is not worthy of my 10 inch cock. It's too fat and stinky! So I fuck his ass with beer bottle!

Strife: If you say so old timer… how about Reverend Daddy Joe?

RDJ is shown but it shifts to Chris Benoit.

Sheik: He kill a little baby for cheap heat! Iron Sheik gets cheap heat in the ring not by killing little babies!

Strife: Indeed I’m not impressed by him either. Finally lets end with our Elite Heavyweight Champion… NIN Horror!

NIN Is shown as he slowly fades to Hulk Hogan.

Sheik: He faggot! I fuck his ass! Iron Sheik has 10 inch cock! But I can't fuck his ass because I'm a Muslim. But I will fuck his ass with my 10 inch cock to make him humble…

Strife: and if anyone needs to be humbled it sure is NIN thank you for your-

Sheik: Iron Sheik no done yet. Iron Sheik look for blond hair and blue eyes woman to smoke the marijuana and fuck, if they have Bond Hair and blue eyes Iron Sheik eat their pussy. If not, I just fuck their ass! Iron Sheik is real man, not like Michael Jackson!"

Strife: Ok ladies hurry and take the dinosaur on that offer.

Iron Sheik stands up to pose but Ash gets up and lays him out with the old Hardcore title.

Strife: Now get the fuck off my show bitch!

Ash Strife leaves the ring as a ref goes to check on the WWE Hall of famer.

[The F'N Legend Lbm]

REWRITTEN CAUSE THE LAST ONE SUCKED!!!

The F'N Legend Lbm w/ Harold Gunther IV[/color]

Clips just aired live from an episode of FHT Thursday Night last year where, The F'N Legend Lbm and Reverend Daddy Joe's mother had got it on in the showers of RDJ's locker room.

We cut to Lbm standing by about to be interviewed by Harold Gunther IV looking somewhat embarrassed as Harold Gunther IV smirks. Suddenly Reverend Daddy Joe comes into the scene pushing Harold Gunther IV out of shot![/color]

The F'N Legend Lbm: Joe?!? Listen I had no idea that they were gonna show that...

Reverend Daddy Joe: Lbm please... that was a year ago! You and my mother... Pheh! She's an old woman and well you did her a favor! I mean no one else in their right mind would go near her... but you... what you did for her! Your a king among men!

The F'N Legend Lbm: Thanks Joe! You know thats a really mature attitude! Thats why your one of my oldest and dearest friends in this business! You know what... we should put the Hardcore 4 Horsemen back together again?!

Reverend Daddy Joe: Maybe Lbm... maybe... But you see Lbm I got something I need to talk to you about. It actually relates to that night last year with my mom. You may recall it was a couple of weeks later that I had to leave FHT/ELITE after that.

The F'N Legend Lbm: Yeah... you had some problems with accomodation and some chick you were seeing!?

Reverend Daddy Joe: Well yeah that was true to an extent! But you see there was actually another reason. You see not long after you dumped my mother (remember dumping her on live television) well my mother stopped eating yet was piling on the weight, she couldn't hold her bladder and she vomitting every morning!

The F'N Legend Lbm: Joe I'm no doctor but me and Reece been watching ER together every Thursday for the past three years (its this week George Clooney makes his re-appearance). To me that sounds like the menopause!

Reverend Daddy Joe: You love George Clooney don't you? You know ever since that car crash you kinda look like him! Anyway... I went along to the doctors with my mother and we were both shocked by what we found out there!

The F'N Legend Lbm: What did you find out?

Reverend Daddy Joe: My momma at 59 was pregnant!!!

The F'N Legend Lbm: What? How?

Reverend Daddy Joe: Do I need to draw you a diagram? Yep Lbm you done it again. Your son is almost six months old and well he's here tonite to meet you...

The F'N Legend Lbm: Joe I didn't know... I had no idea...

Reverend Daddy Joe exits the interview set were a stunned Lbm and Harold Gunther IV stand shell shocked. Joe returns clutching a six month old baby boy dressed in a mini "LBM T-SHIRT" that says "The F'N Baby". Lbm stands there in a state of shock as Joe hands Lbm the baby![/color]

The F'N Legend Lbm: He's beautiful!

Reverend Daddy Joe: Surprisingly considering he's got you for a father and my fat old momma for a mother - he turned out alrite!

The F'N Legend Lbm: What's his name?

Reverend Daddy Joe: This is little Lyle Keith [insert joe's second name]!

The scene closes with The F'N Legend Lbm holding his new son Lyle Keith [insert joe's second name]. Reverend Daddy Joe stands opposite Lbm looking on as Harold Gunther IV stands here looking like he's about to laugh.[/color]

[Keith Williams]

The Supershow switches from that to the parking lot area. A limo is shown slowly pulling in. The limo stops near the entrance to the arena. The door opens and out steps Keith Williams.

Keith Williams:
London! Bright lights! Big City! Whoo!

Melody steps out of the limo and looks around the parking lot.

Melody:
How can you see the bright lights? This is London. You can't see anything thru that fog.

Keith Williams:
Can't you just let me have my Ric Flair moment? I mean Satan gets to have his Tully Blanchard moments, Lbm gets to have his Shane Douglas moments. Hell even Max Venom has moments when he isn't a utter asshole.

Melody gives Keith a look.

Hey it could happen.

Melody hasn't stopped give Keith the look.

Oh who am I trying to kid? Max never has those moments. But still I would had liked to at least have had that one Ric Flair moment.

Melody:
I am sorry

Melody puts her arms around Keith and gives him a kiss on the cheek

Tell you what. You can have your Ric Flair moment later on.

Keith Williams:
Space Mountain?

Melody gives Keith a sly grin and nods her head.

Whoooo!!

Keith starts doing a Ric Flair dance around Melody. She laughs and then smacks his on the chest.

Melody:
Keep this up and there will be no Space Mountain.

Keith stops dancing and pretends to be sad

Oh who am I kidding now? Of course there will be Space Mountain later.

Keith starts laughing and puts his arm around Melody. The duo begin to head towards their lockerroom

Melody:
You seem to be in a really good mood tonight. Its been a long time since I have seen you this way.

Keith Williams:
Well why shouldn't I be? I got this feeling that tonight is going to be a great night. First we will see the team of Satan and Stone Cold win the FHT/Elite tag titles and bring them home to the Vets. Then we will see Dark Angel finally break his streak and win his first championship in either company.

We also get to see what will be a 5 star FHT classic in that hardcore triple threat match. Those boys in the uprising will get to see first hand what it was like to be back in FHT in the early days. Shoot I might have to get a chair and sit at the entrance ramp just to get a up close look at this match.

Then I will get to see NIN and Max Venom tear each other apart for the Elite title. I don't care who wins this one. I just like the fact that these two are going to be beating each other. If I am lucky, they will put each other out permanently.

Finally, tonight I will become a 3 time, 3 time, 3 time FHT World Champion.

Melody:
Watch it, I think you are starting to have a Booker T moment.

Keith Williams:
Don't worry, I won't. I don't think I could do a spinarooni if my life depended on it.

Melody:
You know, Reaper might not show up. We haven't heard from him at all this week. What will you do then?

Keith Williams:
Well if he doesn't show up, I guess I will have to go out there and do a NIN.

Melody gives Keith another look.

Keith Williams:
Don't worry. I won't go out there and do that. What kind of person goes out and demands that they be handed over a title that they didn't win the correct way? All that will happen is that the whole world will see what kind of person Reaper truly is. A man that is issued a straight up challenge and instead of being a man and face it, takes his ball and runs off hiding. Forever to be mocked by fans on the street. They will go "look its the wrestler formally known as Reaper. I once thought he was a tough wrestler but when Keith Williams called him out, he ran away".

That might be a worst fate then actually manning up and coming out to that ring tonight and fighting me. Worst then going 0-4 against me, and losing yet another title to me. Oh we are here. Time to go in and get ready for the night.

By this time Keith and Melody have made their way to the General Managers office. Keith opens the door and allows Melody to walk in first. Keith then walks in behind her and closes the door. The scene switches to another area in the arena.

[Max Venom]

Backstage in the Uprising locker-room, it is all go as every prepares for their upcoming matches tonight. Casey is stretching in a corner, Ash is polishing his Global Honored Championship, having got a brief respite from the Iron Sheik to “prepare”. Ace Andrews is on the phone to someone and The Fizz is tying her boots up. Enter Max Venom, his FHT/ELITE Tag Team Championship slung over his shoulder. He confidently strides over to Crusher Casey.

Max Venom: Casey, man, let's have a quick chat. Tonight, you'll be covering for me and helping the Uprising by defending this Tag Team Championship. Let me just quickly tell you something about this belt. I've held it 274 days as of tonight. That's just over nine months of me carrying around this belt. I've held it with Blade, with Ace and on my own. I've carried it from country to country, I had it while this promotion was stuck in its little rut at the start of this year... Hell, my nameplate has practically fused to the belt now. So-

Casey holds up a huge hand close to Venom's face, stopping the speech short. He takes a seat to look at Max eye-to-eye.

Crusher Casey: Do you think, for one second, that I'm going to lose tonight?

There's a tense pause between the two men, before Venom smiles, shaking his head and handing the belt over to Casey.

Max Venom: Just making sure you knew the situation, big man. You go out there, you do what you do best and bring that belt right back home.

Casey takes the belt wordlessly and stares at it, thinking. He then nods curtly towards Venom and turns his back towards him. Venom takes a deep breath then approaches the rest of the locker-room.

Max Venom: Guys, weeks and weeks ago, I promised you opportunity. I promised to take you all to the hallowed land... Well, tonight is our night. Tonight, Ace and Casey will dismantle the two remaining hopes of the veteran locker-room. Or maybe one, I dunno, I was reading on the internet that... Never mind. Tonight, Ash Strife will finally prove Dark Angel is a not some legend, but instead a first-class choker. And tonight... NIN Horror will be remembered as a joke of a champion and the Reign of Max Venom will begin. Tonight is our night! Tonight is a night for Ace Andrews, Ash Strife, Crusher Casey, Max Venom and... The Fizz?!

Having circled the room, he stops short at The Fizz, confused. He looks over to Ash, who gives him a quick shrug. Venom bites his lower lip and mumbles something under his breath.

Max Venom: Sorry, I... I completely forgot you were here. My bad. I just mentally got used to the girly-looking fifth person being Trey and it... You know... This has really kinda killed the whole hype-up thing I wanted to do. Fuck.

The Fizz nods back, seemingly accepting Venom's quasi-apology. He turns away to face the Uprising members.

Max Venom: Who am I kidding? They don't need any more hyping up. Tonight, we put a bullet in the old dying horse that is the veterans. Rather than let them struggle on, kill them mercifully. After tonight, nothing will quite be the same again...

There's a pause and Venom realises he's basically talking to himself. Sighing loudly, he walks out the door, mumbling something about watching some NIN tapes. However, as soon as the door shuts and he's alone in the corridor, that smile creeps right back on his face.

Max Venom: They're ready.

With that, Venom walks off down the corridor as FHT/ELITE Supershow 2 goes to its next exciting segment.

[unknown]

--FHT/ELITE Supershow #2 cuts to the dark brick room. The single bulb continues to flicker above the shadowy figure.

Unknown Voice:
You should have listened. You could have prevented what’s coming. But you were ignorant and didn't even acknowledge our existences. Our words of wisdom passed over deaf ears and have brought us to this very moment. Our troops have gathered and we will reveal ourselves to you. You shall look into the depths of hell and see your own devastation. Tonight, we will reveal our true identity.

--The unknown individual steps out from the darkness, revealing his appearance at long last.—

Sentience:
I am known only as Sentience. I am the Voice. I've have told you consistently for the weeks past that I represent a collective. That collective is known as the Heretics Anonymous. We view ourselves as one entity, and I am simply the voice. But tonight, you will meet the heart. I represent not a single man, but a revolution. I represent the Heretics Anonymous, voicing the needs of the many. Those are my words, and the words of the men and women who will shape the world. Your time to save yourselves has been lost, now it is our turn.

--The video turns to static. The cameras return to the arena, a clear view of the static on the video screen above the entrance. The lights inside the entire arena have been extinguished. The sound of the static fills the entire room.—[/i]

"IT IS, THE END OF ALL HOPE"

--The words boom through the PA systems, as the heavy opening rifts of "End Of All Hope" by Nightwish follows them. An explosion of gold pyro rains from above as the lights return to the room. Standing on the stage are about 20 individuals, with all but 3 wearing the exact same mask. Those 3 individuals stand at the centre of the stage. In the middle of the group stands a man wearing a black hooded robe, his face obscured. At his left stands the newly revealed Sentience, dressed in a long red coat, spiked up hair and a pair of round shades sitting half way down his nose. On the right stands an unknown female. She seems to order the masked men to head down the ramp. The horde of men and women run down the ramp before surrounding the ring. The robed man starts to walk down the ramp, closely followed by his associates. The crowd are mostly quiet, the occasional murmur among them, confused at the situation. As the robed man reaches the ring, the masked men seem to make a gap in the line surrounding the ring. The robed man walks past them and walks up the steel steps, climbing into the ring, his associates closely behind him. Sentience is handed a mic by one of the masked men, who then passes it to the robed man. The music fades out as the robed man stands in the centre of the ring, lifting the mic up to speak, the voice vaguely familiar. [/i]

Familiar Voice:
And so it comes to this. For weeks our voice, Sentience, has come in front of you with a warning on behalf of the Heretics Anonymous. Your ignorance has brought us to this very moment. You disappoint me. This used to be such a wonderful place, but it’s all gone to hell. You wanted a war, but what you are going to get is something even worse. Total destruction, annihilation; you have brought an Armageddon upon yourselves that you seem to be completely willing to accept. It saddens me, but it is time to accept your fate. Look upon the face on the one who will bring you to the depths of hell, a horseman of the apocalypse.

--The robed man lifts a hand up to the hood of his robe, and throws it back revealing himself.--

[Blade]

--Blade stands in the ring, an evil grin plastered across his face. He brings the mic back to his mouth.--

Blade:
I’m baaack! How you must have missed my beaming smile. Being stuck in a hospital bed for months and months on end somehow changes a man. I forced myself to watch FHT/ELITE, to keep up with what was going on. And all I saw was bitching and infighting, your intolerable egos shattering what I considered to be dear to me. As the weeks went on, I saw only one option. In order to save this company, I have to tear it down brick by brick and rebuild it. Take it under my control and make it what it is supposed to be! I knew I couldn’t do it on my own, so I rounded up the Heretics. Each and every single person outside that ring is loyal to me and my ideals. Where they have come from is none of your concern, but they are my eyes and ears in my mission. Our numbers continue to grow but we remain as an entity, as one being.

--Blade removes his robe, handing it to Sentience. Underneath Blade is wearing his street clothes but has a length of chain wrapped around his torso.--

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Blade:
I have come to stop a war. We have continued to give you warning after warning and yet you persist in this effort. This place has been falling to the curse of corruption for so long. I have watched it for months as I have been injured...and have experienced it first hand before I was burnt by my nemesis. Before that day, myself and Max were carrying this entire promotion on our backs. You owed us for keeping this promotion alive. When that berk Chase dropped those belts, forcing the company into a tournament I stepped up. I worked my arse off, more than anyone else and I got screwed due to the backstage political bullshit that determined that I wasn’t good enough to hold that strap. After that things just weren’t the damn same for me. Sure I showed up for work but I didn’t do shit, that disillusioned I was about the crap I was put through. Then my injuries confined me to a hospital bed as I saw my friend, the Darkness King, win that beloved strap and he got fucking screwed. In another case of apparent unworthiness you stripped him, and he walked. And Daniel, the failure, after injuring me you got another jump to the top. At my expense, one of the most valuable employees, you got a push. This war is just a natural progression to the greed and the fucking corruption this place instils. That’s why I’m back, that is why the Heretics must take control, or kill. Kill this promotion dead to stop the spread of corruption to bring about redemption and purity in this company once again. The Heretics are on the move, but we are missing one key element.

--Blade hands the mic to his female companion and takes the chain from around his torso. He wraps it tightly around his fist and his forearm, holding both ends in this closed fist. He takes the mic back in his empty hand.--[/i]

Blade:
Join us Venom! You know what the Heretics mean, what the Heretics stand for. I want the ‘company killer’ on my side. I don’t expect your answer straight away, but don’t delay too long. I won’t fight you Venom, I won’t attack my friend. As an entity we have faith that your make the right decision. Tonight marks the first step in our assault. The end is now, the horseman shall ride and his minions will follow his every step. You had your chance to save yourselves, now it is our turn.

-- “End Of All Hope” by Nightwish hits the PA system once again. The masked individuals, the ‘Heretics’, start to head up the rampway. Inside the ring, Blade drops the mic to the mat and climbs out between the middle ropes. He is quickly followed by his associates as all 3 of them walk up the ramp, surrounded by the Heretics. As the last person disappears, FHT/ELITE Supershow #2 cuts to the next segment.--[/i]
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[Former FHT Employee Daniel Ice]

Gary King:
Well, its about time for the first of five title matches here on FHT/ELITE Supershow 2. “Big Daddy” Ash Strife defends his ELITE Global Honored Crown against possibly the greatest wrestler to have never won a singles title, Dark Angel.

Rachel Beckett:
This is ridiculous. You can't be a great wrestler and to have not won a singles title at least once. Its just the kind of fake hype I'd expect from these veterans.

Dong...

Dong...

Dong...

[Huge ovation as “Out of the Fire” kicks in and the lights cut out. A sole spotlight hits the stage as slowly from the back emerges the Dark Angel. There's a large “Angel” chant from the masses of old-school ELITE fans in attendance tonight as he steps over the ropes and goes to his corner, looking focused]

Gary King:
Dark Angel first appeared on an edition of ELITE Legends on the 24th March, 2005! He's gone over four years without winning a singles belts. His only gold in this company came from a one night reign of the FHT/ELITE Tag Team Championships with his old friend, Lbm.

Rachel Beckett:
Oh, and do you want to mention how much of that time he was actually in the company? Maybe if he had some damn commitment he wouldn't have had this problem. Being an inconsistent asshole who hasn't achieved anything in four years ain't some badge of honour, Gary.

Big Daddy Strife is in the house!

[“Ten Thousand Fists” blasts out as the fans boo and heckle the FHT Commissioner and ELITE Global Honored Champion Ash Strife. He stares right at Angel in the ring and makes a mocking, sarcastic gesture that he's scared. He also steps over the rope and kisses his title before handing it over to Erik Knights in preparation for the declaration]

Rachel Beckett:
Here is a true champion, Gary! Our beloved commissioner, Ash Strife! A born winner, a success story, the man who is going to kill this little fairy tale story of Dark Angel winning a belt for good!

Gary King:
We'll see, Rachel, but the facts are Ash Strife steps into this match with a huge advantage. He's taller than Dark Angel. He's heavier and arguably stronger. Following a recent house show, this match became no-DQ, and Ash is known for being incredibly proficient with hardcore weaponry. He's got The Uprising as potential backup if anything goes horribly wrong. He's got his own commissioner powers on reserve just in case... Ash Strife has everything going for him.

Rachel Beckett:
Yes, exactly! See, Gary, you aren't entirely dense!

[Referee Leon Spinx talks to both men, going over rules and regulations for the match. Angel listens intensely but Ash rolls his eyes and fakes looking at his non-existent watch. Leon brings both men together for the ELITE-style handshake, and Ash purposely gives Angel the weakest and most half-arsed handshake imaginable. Leon then signals to Erik Knights for the formal announcement]

Erik Knights:
Ladies and gentlemen, at this time I will read the ELITE Global Honored Crown title match declaration. Earlier tonight both men signed the original document. As a representative tonight of the ELITE Board of Directors, I hereby agree that the match of the 4th GHC Champion, Ash Strife, against Challenger, Dark Angel, takes place at the o2 arena, London, England, on the 4th May 2009; is the champion’s 4th Global Honored Crown title defense authorized by the GHC committee; and is under the GHC official rules; dated on 02/05/09.

[Erik steps out of the ring with the title in hand and the bell rings. Both men circle each other and lock-up, and Ash effortlessly shoves Angel down. Angel gets up, but Ash is right on him with clubbing blows to his back. Angel tries to shrug it off, but finds a firm hand clasped on his throat and Ash hits the Falling From Grace! A loud groan from the audience goes out as Ash rolls into the cover... 1... 2.. Kickout! Angel manages to get out from the quick pin attempt!]

Gary King:
It was nearly all over already! Ash going for the quick win there, and it caught Angel by surprise!

Rachel Beckett:
In that little summary of why Ash Strife is so great, you forgot to mention his intelligence. Angel came in expecting a long match, so Ash switched it up on him, and it very nearly paid off in a big way!

[Ash is right on the offensive again, lifting up Angel and simply tossing him across the ring in an impressive show of strength. He places both of his hands against Angel's neck again, choking the life out of him as the referee tries to reason with Ash, despite the no-DQ setting. Ash relents, taking a few shots at Angel's knee as he plots his next move. He pulls Angel right up onto the corner post then charges at him shoulder-first, knocking the air right out of Angel. Angel rolls outside the ring as Ash triumphantly lifts his arms in the air to boos from the crowd]

Rachel Beckett:
Ash is dominating! Reality has set in real quickly on the FHT Arena.

[Ash follows Angel to the outside of the ring and casually slams his head against the announcers table, earning a round of applause from Rachel. Strife tries to place Dark Angel onto the table, but Angel starts to fight back, sending rights and lefts towards his bigger opponent. Ash lifts DA up in a gorilla press position, but Angel slips out the back and uses a well-placed kick to the back of the knee to cut Ash down. Angel starts taking shots at Ash's head, but Ash headbutts Angel right in the chest, sending DA into the ring apron]

Gary King:
Angel is really struggling to get going against Ash Strife here. I can't remember Angel ever before facing off against someone who was physically bigger than him like this before.

Rachel Beckett:
And that's his downfall! Dark Angel can only work in the style of a big bully, but against Ash Strife, he ain't got the power game! He's got nothing!

[Angel staggers to his feet as Ash approaches him. Angel ducks a right hand from Ash and starts hitting quick blows of his own. Angel attempts to whip Ash into the ringpost, but Ash pulls Angel in... And release german suplexes Angel right into onto the steel steps! There's a sickening metal thud as Angel slowly slips down the steps, clutching his back. Ash picks up the steps and slams them down on Angel's chest, before whipping him into the steel post]

Rachel Beckett:
Angel is just getting massacred out there! This is brilliant! Ash Strife is physically dissecting that gothic freak!

Gary King:
I've called pretty much every Dark Angel match in this promotion, and I've never seen someone manhandle him like this. However, you can never count him out of a fight, his endurance is super-human.



Gary King:
Some of Angel's greatest moments and matches have come about when he's got weapons in his hand! This may have been a mistake on the part of Ash Strife!

Rachel Beckett:
Mistake? Ash Strife doesn't make mistakes, Gary! Until very recently he was the longest reigning FHT Hardcore Champion! He knows how to get hardcore!

[Angel is grasping about the weapons, taking a kendo stick in hand and readying it for Ash to get up. As DA strikes, however, Ash grabs a garbage can, using it to block, then smashing it into Angel's knees. He then slams the can over Angel's head, takes the kendo stick and starts taking shots as Angel struggles to remove the can. The moment he does, Ash meets him head-on with a heavy shot to the head that snaps the stick in two. Blood starts to trickle from an open wound on Angel's head, as Strife goes into the cover... 1... 2... Kickout!]

Rachel Beckett:
Nearly had him! I'll give Angel some credit, he makes an excellent abuse target. You keep beating him up and he keeps getting up to take some more!

[Ash gets up and looks towards the table in the ring, setting it up with obvious evil intentions. He drags the bleeding Angel over, but Angel starts to fight back again! He manages to knock Ash into the ropes, where he gets tangled up! The fans pop as a bloody Angel grabs some barbed wire and starts to wrap Ash further, cutting into his flesh as he does so! Angel then takes a steel chair and goes to town smashing Ash over the head repeatedly as the fans count along... 1... 2... 3... 4... 5... 6... 7! The buckled chair is dropped from Angel's hand as Ash Strife goes limp!]

Gary King:
Chance might've just handed Angel a way back into this match! Ash size and weight just played against him as the ropes have him locked in.

Rachel Beckett:
This is ridiculous! Strife can't defend himself like that, Dark Angel is a coward for taking advantage of Strife's bad luck there!

[As Angel turns his back to get to the thumbtacks, Ash starts to show life again! Using that immense strength, he pulls away from the barbed wire and manages to just about escape the ropes, falling to the outside, bleeding in several places. He heads to the ring announcer's table and takes his Global Honored Championship in hand, rolling back into the ring. Dark Angel is pouring the thumbtacks over the table, obviously with a plan in mind. Ash re-enters the ring and swings the title at Angel's head... who ducks and as Ash's momentum carries him back, grabs him by the throat... Unearthly Destroyer! Ash crashes to the mat and Angel dives into the pin! The fans count along... 1... 2... Kickout! Ash kicks out and the disbelief and disappointment is evident on both Angel's face, and the fans at ringside!]

Gary King:
He kicked out! Ash Strife kicked out of the Unearthly Destroyer! That may have been Angel's best shot of winning tonight!

Rachel Beckett:
Ash is one hell of a resilient competitor. What will Dark Angel do now that his finisher didn't finish Ash off?

[Angel looks lost for a few seconds, and that's all Ash needs to get up again and get back on the attack, spearing Angel down to the mat. Angel tries to get right back up, but Ash meets him with a running big boot. Ash then holds out his right arm, wiping it against the mat, signalling for the end. Angel slowly gets up and Ash meets him with the Bull Charge, sending Angel spinning in the air before landing on his back, looking out. The fans boo as Ash picks up his title belt smiling smugly above the knocked-out Angel]

Gary King:
Its over... Ash is so confident that he's won that he's taking a moment to gloat. Just pin him, Ash! Dark Angel doesn't deserve to be mocked!

Rachel Beckett:
That's the thing: He does! Ash Strife completely outperformed him tonight and that's the difference between a champion like Ash and a challenger like Angel.

[As Strife gloats though, his attention is taken by someone walking down the ramp... Reverend Daddy Joe! He's got a mock thoughtful face on, hand up by his chin, as if he's slightly puzzled by Ash Strife. Ash starts shouting at RDJ, who continues to observe Strife like a mildly interesting attraction. As this is going on... there's slight stirring in Dark Angel... and he sits up! The crowd pops massively as through the bloody mess of Angel's face his eyes light up with anger and passion! Ash turns and is shocked to see Angel on his feet. Ash grabs Angel and smacks him against the turnbuckle near the thumbtack-covered table, still shouting insults at RDJ, standing around at ringside, watching]

Rachel Beckett:
Get Joe out of this match! He's got no place being out there! This is just not fair!

Gary King:
Joe is technically not doing anything! He's just standing outside the ring, watching Ash and that's thrown Strife off his game!

[Angel holds the ropes, using his strength to prevent Strife smashing his head against the turnbuckle, and slowly climbing up the post. Ash follows, and tries to get Angel in a suplex position, as RDJ comes over closer, still focused on Ash, who gets distracted shouting at him to leave... And Dark Angel grabs Ash by the throat once again... UNEARTHLY DESTROYER FROM THE TOP ROPE INTO THE THUMBTACK-COVERED TABLE! Huge pop from the audience in attendance as Strife hits the mat hard. Angel crawls over for the cover... 1... 2....... 3! Angel wins!]

Rachel Beckett:
No! No! This is robbery! This is a travesty! Ash was screwed!

Gary King:
He dominated a large portion of this match, but his own ego and perhaps a slight distraction from RDJ cost him the victory and the title! I've waited four years to say this though... Dark Angel is the champion!

Rachel Beckett:
Oh shut up! Just shut up!

[The fans start a huge “Dark Angel” chant as, unnoticed by many, a smiling RDJ slips off through the crowd. Angel is on his back in the ring, covered in his own blood but looking in disbelief as the referee raises his hand and gives him the ELITE Global Honored Championship! The bloody Dark Angel lifts the belt up in victory as Ash Strife refuses help leaving the ring from medics, looking furious. Angel gets out of the ring as Leon Spinx, Erik Knights and Gary King all shake his hand and applaud him, as Rachel Beckett sits down in her seat, looking miserable]

Erik Knights:
Here is your winner, and NNEEEEWWWWW ELITE Global Honored Champion... The Dark Angel!

Gary King:
Four years! Its taken him four years but he finally did it! What a moment here on Supershow 2! Dark Angel is the champion!

[Angel goes into the crowd and is swamped by passionate ELITE fans all patting him on the back and rubbing the title belt he has perched on his shoulder. Out from the back comes his old friend, Lbm, clapping all the way and hugging DA! The two men then hold up their respective championships to the delight of the fans in attendance. Angel looks to continue to celebrate, but Lbm leads his friend out up the ramp as the fans continue to chant his name]

Gary King:
The redemption of Dark Angel is complete! We have a new ELITE Global Honored Champion in our first match! Stay tuned, there's a lot more to come.

Rachel Beckett:
God, I feel sick... How disgustingly self-indulgent.

[Ash Strife]

Ash Strife is seen storming through the hallways fuming as he shoves a stage hand out of the way and bust right into the uprising locker room. He picks up a chair and throws it across the locker room when his eye catches the old school 24/7 belt with a note onto it. Ash picks it up and reads it out loud.

Strife: Lesson 1; don’t let distractions get to you…Who’s your daddy?

Ash bunches up the paper ball and chucks it. He then picks up the battered hardcore title and smiles the sickest smile he has ever shown on a FHT/Elite Broadcast.

Strife: Joe… You want to bring back a glory days of being 24/7 hardcore… You’re On!

Ash storms out of the locker-room and there is the company trainer getting his gear ready. He turns around and is wearing an older RDJ shirt and Ash just burns a whole through him.

Trainer: Can I help you sir? Maybe rub off some of that tension? I can-

He never finishes his sentence as Ash decks him with all of his might laying him out and he begins to stop him in the face and chest.

King: Hey now that isn’t right he is an innocent man.

Beckett: You must not be catholic… no one is innocent.

Strife: YOU THINK YOUR BETTER THEN ME JOE!?! DO YOU?!?

Ash picks him up and sets him up for a strife Spike and hits it on the concrete. Ash hooks his leg and looks at a ref passing by looking on confused.

Strife: DO YOUR FUCKIHG JOB!

REF: Sir it isn’t a –

Strife: DO IT!!!!!!!

The Ref slides in

REF: One… two… three!

Ash gets up and spits on the trainer.

Strife: Who’s your daddy bitch?

Ash picks up the old hardcore title and storms off.

King: Commissioner Strife has snapped for sure.

Beckett: Gary I’ll go help him with his stress…

King: Oh I’m sure you will…

[The F'N Legend Lbm]

Back In Black fills the areana, as RDJ comes stagger out from behind the curtain, a bottle of whiskey in his hand to a huge pop.

Gary King: Here comes RDJ. He was there on the first night FHT was launched six years ago at MSG in New York City.

Rachel Beckett: Whatever! Look at how unprofessional RDJ is, showing up to work drunk. What would happen if either of us showed up here drunk?

Gary King:Well...

Rachel Beckett: Wait...Are you drunk right now?!

Gary King: Um...

Rachel Beckett: I can't wait for you to be replaced by a Chimp smoking PCP.

Gary King: And I can't wait for you to take your top off. I got my own Uprising going on in my pants.

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[Stitches" By Allele blasts on the PA as the lights go out and small spotlights flash across the area and one big spotlight shines down onto the stage. RDJ stands in the ring waiting for The Peep's Champ to step out but no TPC.

The fans start to grow anxious as TPC's music stops. The fans boo as the referee inside the ring and Reverend Daddy Joe wonder whats up. Suddenly a very old theme plays - a naff rip off of the original Hardy Boyz theme.

HARDY BOY V1 emerges from the back... Chase has gone back to his original gimmick for one night only. This ain't The Peep's Champ... this is HBV1!!!][/i]

Gary King: HBV1 is here! Hardy Boy V1... banned from the original FHT more times than Lbm has retired from it. HBV1 is back!!!

Rachel Beckett: What type of stupid name... Hardy Boy V1?! The more I hear about this original FHT tonite - the more stupid it sounds!

Gary King: November 22nd 2003... FHT was 12 days old and Little Big Man (Lbm) was once again reigning FHT Hardcore Champion when HBV1 debutted and defeated Lbm in his first match to become FHT Hardcore Champion. Since then he's gone onto become the only man to ever capture FCW, FHT & ELITE world titles.

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NOTHING ELSE MATTERS hits...

[Pyrotechnics explode over the Manchester Evening News Arena as the classic theme of this FHT veteran blasts out loud. A huge "LBM" chant breaks out as all eyes are on the aisle way waiting for the arrival of the FHT Hardcore Champion!

Little Big Man emerges from the behind the curtain wearing his classic mock superhero outfit! Little Big Man is back! The crowd laugh at how silly Lbm looks in his old Little Big Man attire, but the FHT Hardcore Champion shrugs it off and begins walking to the ring.

Inside the ring, Hardy Boy V1 and Reverend Daddy Joe can't help but laugh as Little Big Man, smacks hands with the fans before jumping up on the apron and climbing into the ring. Little Big Man lifts his FHT Hardcore Championship belt up to show it off.]

GARY KING: Originally billed as The Little Big Man, "The" was taken out early in his career. It was later shortened to Lbm half way through 2003 when Lbm admitted to be embarrassed by the name!

RACHEL BECKETT: So in the original FHT you had guys like Venom & Cowboy and then you had guys called Hardy Boy V1 & Little Big Man? I guess those really were different times!

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[Ding, ding, ding! The referee calls for the bell as Hardy Boy V1, Little Big Man and Reverend Daddy Joe all meet in the middle of the ring. Its like time has stood still as three of FHTs oldest and respected stars stand together again inside the ring. Countless wars and matches between these three. A first... a three way chant breaks out all over the arena. "HBV1... RDJ... LBM"

Sudden Little Big Man and Reverend Daddy Joe start nailing HBV1 with right hands as he goes down they begin to stomp on his HBV1 slowly makes his way to the corner as the stomps come down on him Rdj and Lbm get into it in the corner of whom is going stomp on HBV1. From the back one of HBV1's celebrated bag boys comes running down the aisle and opens a bag and takes out a stapler and gives to to HBV1 who staples Lbm's and Rdj's leg as they both limp around holding their leg][/b]

Gary King: Ouuccchhh... LBM & RDJ just had their legs stapled by Hardy Boy V1.

Rachel Beckett: Tell me this... whats the difference between a HBV1 bag boy and a rent boy?

Gary King: Hahahaha. Ask Chase!

[HBV1 gets up and smashes them both over the head with the stapler he nails down beside Rdj and staples his hair to the mat before he stands back up he kicks Rdj in the head sudden Lbm spins HBV1 around and gives him a big boot Lbm picks up the stapler and puts a staple in HBV1's forehead as HBV1 rolls around holding his head Lbm kicks Rdj in the face before he makes the cover on Rdj who still has his hair stable to the mat 1 2.....

Rdj kicks out causing pieces of his hair to come out. Rdj looks back at the clumps of his hair stuck to the mat. His eyes glare open as he looks for HBV1. Rdj asks Lbm for the stapler. Lbm sensing Rdj's anger obliges. HBV1 is just getting back to his feet having pulled the staple out of his head. Joe glares as HBV1 as HBV1 realises and drops to his knees begging. The crowd laugh as Joe starts firing staples at HBV1.

Joe unloads with staples onto every part of HBV1 he can. He's a pin cushion as Joe staples his forehead, arms, chest, legs, head. Joe grabs HBV1's ear and staples it. He staples HBV1's balls as he lets out a shreak. Finally Little Big Man has seen enough and from behind throws Joe over the top rope to the floor. Little Big Man jumps up to the top rope and moonsaults out on Joe on the outside.][/color][/i]

Gary King: HBV1 looks like one of those serial piercers! Joe must have put over 100 staples into HBV1's body.

Rachel Beckett: What has poor HBV1 done to deserve that. Poor thing.

[Little Big Man picks Joe up and whips him into the baricade. Joe goes over it as Lbm climbs over it. Fans scatter out of the way as Lbm and Joe are fighting through the people. Inside the ring HBV1 is bleeding from various parts of his body. He shouts on another bag boy who comes running down the aisle with a huge mirror. The bag boy jumps up into the ring as HBV1 looks at himself in the mirror. The bag boy starts pulling staples out of HBV1. He drops to his knees and starts pulling the staples out of HBV1's balls.

The crowd laugh as HBV1 realises how bad this looks and kicks the bag boy away from his testicles. TPC lifts the huge mirror which is double the size of a steel chair and he climbs up to the top rope. The crowd cheer as Lbm and Rdj are in the first row of the crowd brawling and can't see him. HBV1 leaps off the top rope with the mirror smashing it down on Lbm & Rdj. The crowd chant holy shit as the mirror smashes over Lbm & Joe.][/color]

Gary King: Holy shit...

Rachel Beckett: HBV1 is damn near crazy!

[HBV1 is the first back on his feet as he tries to remove bits of mirror glass from himself. He is bleeding from all the staple shots. He is moving away through the crowd as Little Big Man gets back to his feet and chases after him. They are moving up through the crowd into the high up seats now brawling and fighting.

Joe is last up bleeding from the head a little now as he chases after them. Joe double clothesline both men at the top of the stairs knocking them down. The three men are at nearly the top of the arena as Joe spots a midget fan watching the action. Joe whispers something into the midgets ear and he can be seen nodding. Joe picks up the midget by the ankles as the crowd cheer.

HUMAN BAT ATTACK! Joe whacks both Little Big Man and Hardy Boy V1 with the midget several times like a baseball bat as it sends them out through the huge Door 17 to outside the main arena. Joe puts the midget back down and shakes his hand as the midget is delighted!][/color][/i]

Rachel Beckett: That was the stupidest thing I think I've ever seen!

Gary King: Human bat attack! I ain't seen one of them since 2002!!! The action has spilled out of this main arena as we're trying to get a camera out there.

[The F'N Legend Lbm]

BACKSTAGE AREA

We cut immediately to the back where the action has spilled out of the main arena. They are in the corridors of the arena (Door 17). Fans start spilling out to see a piece of the action. Reverend Daddy Joe whips Hardy Boy V1 into the wall smearing his blood all over the brick.

Little Big Man hits Reverend Daddy Joe and throws him over one of the drink's booths. Reverend Daddy Joe goes over the counter as worried staff run out of the way. Little Big Man goes to get RDJ when Joe stands up and throws a bucket of ice at Little Big Man's head.

RDJ pulls the cash register off of the counter as the worried counter staff attendance tries to reason with him. Little Big Man is back on his feet. REVEREND DADDY JOE BLASTS LITTLE BIG MAN OVER THE HEAD WITH A CASH REGISTER!!! Money spills out all over the floor as fans all scramble to get some![/color]

RACHEL BECKETT: I need to get out there! NOW!

GARY KING: Sit there and do your job! Little Big Man is busted open, as those fans are helping themselves to the contents of that till!

RDJ is standing behind the counter as the fans are cheering for him. RDJ starts pulling pints and handing them out for free to the fans who are chanting for "JOE... JOE... JOE". Hardy Boy V1 pushes through the fans now grabbing a beer and drinking it down!

Reverend Daddy Joe throws a cup over his face blinding him... Joe pulls him over the counter to the delight of the fans as the camera struggles to keep up. Joe throws HBV1's head into a slushee machine repeatedly finally breaking it as slushee spills out over HBV1's head.

There is a deepfat fryer for chips. Joe pulls Hardy Boy V1 over towards it. HBV1 tries to pull back as Joe is places HBV1's hand in the fat! Chase screams out as Joe lets him go! He just burnt HBV1's hand. Hardy Boy V1 drops to the floor dipping his hand in the slushee on the floor to cool it down. Joe stands watching this while drinking down another beer. The attendant hands Joe a receipt for all the damage!

REVEREND DADDY JOE: How much? Just put it on the Keith William's account! He won't mind!

Reverend Daddy Joe steals a Snickers and opens it as he jumps back over the counter. Little Big Man is standing waiting. Little Big Man has a large bin in his hand and throws it as Joe spilling rubbish out everywhere.

Little Big Man grabs Joe by the hair and drags him across the floor now to the males toilets of the arena. Little Big Man picks up Joe and drops him head first onto the marble sinks! Lbm hits the soap into the eyes of Reverend Daddy Joe who can't see now as Little Big Man whips him into a cubicle door.

RDJ bust through the cubicle door as some guy is sitting in there reading a porno. DARTH MASE!!! DARTH MASE!!! The crowd laugh as FHT legend DARTH MASE flees with his pants down around his ankles. Little Big Man grabs RDJ by the head and forces his head down the bowl. Little Big Man flushes before pulling down the toilet seat.

RACHEL BECKETT: Thats disgusting! Little Big Man just flushed RDJ's head down that toilet.

GARY KING: I cant believe it... Darth Mase looking at porno while doing a shit in an arena toilet!?!

Little Big Man pulls the condom machine of the wall waiting for Reverend Daddy Joe to get back to his feet! Joe is soaking wet as he stands back up on his feet. Little Big Man swings the condom machine... NOOO

Hardy Boy V1 from behind Lbm grabs the condom machine off Little Big Man! Lbm turns around - HBV1 whips him across the face with the condom machine! Little Big Man's body spirals landing head first in a urinal. HBV1 lifts a mop and breaks it over his back and then throws the bucket at him.

HBV1 then stops the fighting and turns to the sink washing his hands as inside the arena the crowd laugh. Security are out there holding back fans, as HBV1 leaves the toilets. Joe chases after him as the action is outside of the bogs now. HBV1 and Joe trade some shots as they are closer to the main stairs now. HBV1 and Joe fight closer to the stairs now with each one trying to knock the other over.

The fans are on the edge of their seats as both take turns in whobbling close to the edge of the huge huge set of stairs taking you down to the made lobby of the arena. Suddenly Little Big Man emerges out of their site from the toilets. Little Big Man hijacks a mobility scooter of a disabled old man. Little Big Man revs up the mobility scooter and crashes into Reverend Daddy Joe and Hardy Boy V1 knocking them down the huge flight of stairs.

GARY KING: There must be 100 steps there! Joe and HBV1 just got knocked down 100 steps! Oh my gawd!

RACHEL BECKETT: I thought I'd see everything until I saw Little Big Man hijack a mobility scooter and knock two men down a flight of stairs... Where is Lbm driving off to? An elevator?

Little Big Man drives the mobility scooter to an elevator. The camera man follows Little Big Man into the lift as Little Big Man presses down. The lift door shuts and its just Little Big Man and the camera man in the lift now!

The lift goes down to the floor were HBV1 and RDJ are lying as the doors open and Little Big Man drives out on this mobility scooter! There are loads of fans out here now as Little Big Man drives over the merchandise stand.

LITTLE BIG MAN: Have you any new Lbm t-shirts? I aint had a new Lbm t-shirt in a while!? If only there were new Lbm t-shirts! Do you know the guy who makes them? Would you ask him to please please please make more new Lbm t-shirts as people love them?

T-SHIRT SELLER: Sure... Actually we had a bunch of Soul Reaper t-shirts on the way. But well they didn't show up! This always happens I'm afraid!

LITTLE BIG MAN: What about Ace Andrews t-shirts?

T-SHIRT SELLER: Sure... we'll give you £25 just to take one! Hell we'll throw in a free Dark Angel wrist band and a neat little Trippy P kanagroo teddies.

LITTLE BIG MAN: Thanks... don't I know you?! You look awfully familiar?

T-SHIRT SELLER: No I have one of those faces... people always say that about me! Bye now!

Little Big Man drives off in the mobility scooter with his bag of merchandise and £25 for taking it off their hands as behind him the camera focuses in on the familiar t-shirt seller. The t-shirt seller takes off his Keith Williams hat to reveal... STRAIGHTCURVE!!! Little Big Man turns around and he quickly puts the hat back on again. Obviously life has been cruel to Straightcurve!

Little Big Man finally gets off the mobility scooter now, as from out of nowhere a furious Reverend Daddy Joe and Hardy Boy V1 clothesline him down with a metal baricade. They start battering Little Big Man with this huge bit of metal as Joe drags Lbm over to the turnstyles at the entrance of the arena. Joe atomic drops Lbm so that he is sitting on top of the turnstyles.

He begins turning it repeatedly sending it into Little Big Man's balls each time. Hardy Boy V1 grabs a cup of tea off one of the stewards and throws it into Joe's eyes blinding him with scalding hot tea. Joe falls clutching his face as Hardy Boy V1 superkicks Little Big Man off the turnstyle. Little Big Man is now outside the arena with Hardy Boy V1 in pursuit.

HBV1 rams LBM's face into a cash machine repeatedly outside the arena. He picks up a bike someone has left and throws it down on LBM's back. There's a wooden bench were an elderly couple are sitting. HBV1 chases them and jumps up on it dragging LBM up with him! HBV1 picks up LBM and powerbombs him through the wooden bench breaking it.[/color]

GARY KING: They are outside on the streets of Manchester here. I can't believe this... this is crazy! LBM just went through that wooden bench out there!

RACHEL BECKETT: This isn't your typical wrestling match is it Gary? I have never seen this sort of action.

Reverend Daddy Joe is outside now as he batters HBV1 over the back of the head. They are fighting towards the out door car park now as HBV1 tries to get away from Joe. Joe grabs HBV1 throwing him onto a car bonnet. RDJ jumps up on the bonnet behind him.

Joe attempts to drop HBV1 on the roof of the car, but HBV1 reverses it dropping Joe head first onto the car windscreen which smashes. Joe's face is busted wide open as HBV1 jumps down off the roof of the car. Little Big Man is still lying in the wreck of the wooden bench as HBV1 begins to make his way back inside the arena.

HBV1 is about to walk back through the huge glass doors when security stop him asking for a ticket. HBV1 stands arguing with the huge black security guy as he tries to explain who he is. This gives LBM and RDJ a chance. Behind HBV1, RDJ who is bleeding from the face, helps LBM up. They go up behind HBV1. They grab him.

Hardy Boy V1 argues with them. They grab him and pick him up and throw him through the huge window on the side of the arena. RDJ and LBM lawndarted Hardy Boy V1 through a huge glass window. The glass shatters as HBV1 lies motionless covered in broken glass. He is bleeding all over as the fans out there chant "HOLY SHIT".[/color]

GARY KING: OH MY GAWD! HBV1 IS DEAD!!!

RACHEL BECKETT: YEP!!!

Little Big Man and Reverend Daddy Joe stand there looking at HBV1 lying cuts all over his body as the security guy look pissed about the window. Little Big Man and Reverend Daddy Joe head back inside after showing a backstage pass each which they had in their pockets.

Once back inside the lobby the fight continues as they start trading right hands. RDJ is busted from the face as Little Big Man hits him with hard shots. They fight through the fans trying to get paid to take a Dark Angel wrist band and are now back inside the actual arena...

[The F'N Legend Lbm]

RDJ and LBM fight there way through the crowd. Trading rights and lefts up on the balcony of the arena. RDJ Suddenly RDJ grabs a fat guy in an old FHT shirt

Gary King: Wait, is that UK Master?! It is!

Rachel Beckett: Is that another one of these FHT dinosaurs?

Gary King: Why're you still here?

Rachel Beckett: Is that what your wife asks you?

RDJ throws Master into Lbm, sending both of them spilling over the balcony and crashing into the seats below, starting a huge HOLY SHIT chant from the crowd. RDJ stands on the edge of the Balcony and screams.

RDJ: WHOES YOUR DADDY, BITCH?!?!?!?!

Crowd: JOE!

Joe leaps from the balcony and drops the elbow onto Master and LBM, but the jump from that height has taken a lot of of RDJ, leaving all three laying there.

Slowly, both RDJ and Lbm get to thier feet. Lbm whips Joe over the barricade into the aisle. He goes to pick RDJ up, but RDJ low blows him. RDJ begins to jam his thumb into Lbm's eye, which actually POPS OUT OF IT'S SOCKET, dangling there and gushing blood out of the socket. Lbm falls to his knees.

Rachel Beckett: That's sick!

Gary King: No, this is old school FHT!

RDJ starts unbuttoning his pants!

Rachel Beckett: Is he trying to skull fuck lbm?! This is gross!

Gark King: This is a first, no one has ever tried capturing a title by sodomizing someone's brain before!

As RDJ gets the button removed, the car that Lbm and RDJ crashed HBV1 through earlier comes barreling through the curtain, slamming into both RDJ and LBM, sending RDJ flaiing over the windshield, and LBM under the middle of the car. HBV1 steps out from the driver's seat.

Rachel Beckett: Never thought I'd be so glad to see two people get run over by a car.

Gary King: Yeah, hard to see people get run over when your laying down in the back seat.

HBV1 picks up RDJ and throws him head first into the grill of the car. He then picks up Lbm and drags his limp body towards the ring, stopping to slam his face into the steel ring steps, his eye fstill dangling from it's socket, flying around wildly..

One of HBV1's bag boys runs up with a duffle bag, and hands him a George Foreman grill. HBV1 waits for it to heat up, and then slams Lbm's face into it and holds it down, there is an audible sizzle as the side of Lbm's face is being burned.

Gary King: Lbm isn't going to win any beauty contests after this match.

Rachel beckett: It's ok, you can admit to having a crush on him.

Gary King: Just because I'm not wearing pants right now doesn't mean a thing!

LBM manages to reach his hand up and claw HBV1 in the eyes, breaking the "hold". Just then, the Educutioner comes charging out of the crowd and goes to spear Lbm, but Lbm moves out of the way and HBV1 gets speared instead. Edgecutioner is furious, but Lbm just points and laughs, causing him to run off in tears.

Lbm picks up HBV1 and DDT's him into the steel steps. but he's leaning against the steps, trying to catch his breath, when suddenly, RDJ comes back down the aisle, with a popcorn vendor hat and a tray of popcorn. He kicks Lbm and then starts jamming salty, buttery popcorn into Lbm's empty eye socket, causing Lbm to scream in pain as Joe litteraly pours salt into Lbm's wound, before slamming down the tray onto Lbm's head.

RDJ picks up HBV1 and throws him into the ring. He pulls HBV1 to his feet and bounces him off the ropes, but HBV1 comes back with a Flying Cross Body

Gary King: I think that was the first wrestling move in the whole match.

Rachel Beckett: You mean having wrestling moves in a wrestling match on a wrestling show? Oh, the novelty!

HBV1 covers...

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2....
RDJ kicks out. HBV1 stands up and removes the turnbuckle. He pikcs up RDJ and irish whips him into the turnbuckle. RDJ falls to a sitting poisition, and HBV1 follows up with a running basement dropkick right into RDJ's groin. RDJ falls slumps over, curled in a ball in agony, before rolling out of the ring.

Lbm crawls into the ring, and HBV1 starts stomping on him. He picks up up in a headlock, and runs towards the exposed turnbucle. Leaping over the top rope, HBV1 bulldogs Lbm into the EXPOSED TURNBUCKLE.

Crowd: THIS IS AWESOME! THIS IS AWESOME! THIS IS AWESOME!

Gary King: The fans have spoken.

Rachel Beckett: Bunch of sick inbred bastards!

RDJ is up, and tries to whip HBV1 into the metal guard rail, but HBV1 reverses, and sends RDJ through the railing, the crowd gathers around as HBV1 stalks after RDJ, talking trash that's inaudible through the roar of the crowd. RDJ then grabs a colostomy bag off the leg of an elderly fan, and jams it in HBV1's mouth, following up with a vicious uppercut, causing HBV1 to stagger bag and bite down on the bag, bursting it, leaking urine into his mouth.

TPC is hunched over, furiously wiping at his mouth and staggering back towards the ring. RDJ runs up behind him and field goal kicks him from behind in the balls. HBV1 jumps up and lands on his knees, clutching himself in pain. RDJ throws him back into the ring.

HBV1 is on his knees in the ring. RDJ climbs back in, stands up infront of him, raises up the back of his hand, the crowd yells out his catchesphrase that goes with this particular classic RDJ move

CROWD: Where's My Money, Bitch!?!?

RDJ slams the back of his hand across HBV1's jaw, sending him spinning down on his face!

Gary King: That was RDJ's first finishing move! It helped him capture numerous Hardcore Championship reigns.

Just then, Lbm sneaks up from behind and schoolboy roll ups RDJ

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2...
3....

Jane McNeal: The winner, and STILL FHT Hardcore Champion, The F'n Legend, LBM!

Gary King: Lbm is victorious in a brutal title defense, but it cost him, his eye is dangling from it's socket, and the other half of his face looks badly burned.

Rachel Beckett: Shouldn't be too hard for Uprising to finish off what these idiots started on themselves.

The referee raises Lbm's hand now as he checks Lbm's eye (now back in its socket thank fuck). HBV1 and RDJ are back in the ring and on there feet at either side of the FHT Hardcore Champion.

The same chant which began the match kicks in again "RDJ... LBM... HBV1". All three men stand there waiting to see who will move first. Hardy Boy V1 holds out his... The fans applaud as Little Big Man shakes it as does Reverend Daddy Joe as Joe & Lbm then shake hands.

Joe and HBV1 raise Lbm's hand in the centre of the ring as the place goes crazy for the huge show of respect between all three men. Lbm's music plays as the three men celebrate and all head back up the aisle way together.

Gary King: It wasn't pretty... lets be honest... the whole thing was a fuckin mess from start to finish with some of the most ridiculous and hideous offence ever seen in a "wrestling" match. But it was a throwback and tribute to what over six years was all these guys lived for! Tonite oldschool was reborn!

[Blade]

--FHT/ELITE Supershow #2 opens up backstage. Sir Alan Sugar can be seen wandering through the backstage corridors. He stops briefly to talk to one of the backstage hands, before continuing his walk. He opens the door to his office and attempts to go inside. From inside the room, Blade charges out and tackles Sir Alan to the ground, the chain still wrapped around his fist. Blade mounts Sir Alan and blasts him with a stiff shot with a chain wrapped fist, quickly followed by another. The blood begins to flow down Sir Alan’s forehead, the stiff shots cutting his skin to ribbons. Blade climbs off Sir Alan, and starts to unwrap the chain, laying a stiff boot to Sir Alan in the meantime. Blade pulls Sir Alan into a sitting position before wrapping the chain around his throat, choking to life from him. Sir Alan’s body goes limp, unable to resist against Blades assault. Blade releases the chain, letting Sir Alan fall to the floor.--

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Blade:
Well, that was easy.

—As Blade looks down at Sir Alan with an evil grin on his face, Sentience, cigar in his mouth, and their mysterious female companion walk to join Blade from down the corridor. Sentience crouches over Sir Alan, before removing the chain from around his neck. Sentience takes the cigar from his mouth, glancing at the embers at the lit end before pressing it against Sir Alan’s skin as he screams in pain. He stands, throwing the chain around Blades shoulders. The mystery women speaks for the first time.--[/i]

Mystery Women:
You know, that colour really suits you well.

--They laugh, all 3 sadistic in nature as a member of the backstage staff stumble upon them.--

Backstage Hand:
O my god...SOMEONE GET A MEDICAL TEAM NOW!

--Without warning, Blade grabs the backstage hand by the back of the head, throwing him face first into a nearby wall. As the medical team comes running, Blade and his companions turn and walk away from the scene, no remorse in their steps. And camera pans down to Sir Alan lying motionless on the floor as the medical teams begin checking his condition.--[/i]
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