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Post by Ash Strife on May 8, 2009 7:03:21 GMT -5
Scene cuts to the FHT/Elite Commissioner’s Office, Ash is seen a lot ore calm then before. He is sitting behind his desk. He behind a computer terminal and he just close his eyes when fellow uprising members Ace Andrews and Max Venom storm in.
Ace: Dude what the fuck? You let Angel beat you?
Ash: ah huh…
Venom: You had him at any point and you let him beat you by being cocky
Ash: Slow down…
Ace: What? He wasn’t talking that fast man are you ok? I mean I saw how you acted after Angel beat you and you went ape shit on that trainer.
Ash: Oh yeah…
Ace and Max just look at each other for a second before continuing.
Ace: I am all for you attacking any veteran here but we use the trainers too man have you thought of-
Ash’s eyes snap open wide as he lets out a huge grunt, Both Max and Ace back up thinking the big man was about to snap again. But Ash’s breathing calms down as Rachael Beckett gets out from under the desk and wipe’s her mouth off.
Beckett: I’m sorry Big daddy I have to go back to the desk now…
Rachel does a little seductive walk out of his office as Ace and Max just stare at Ash in Shock.
Ash: Now how can I help you gentleman?
Ace: You mean you didn’t hear one thing we said the entire time?
Ash: No… what was it.
Max: how can you not hear us?
Ash: Man she could suck a bowling ball through a garden hose… but really what’s up?
Ace/Max: Never mind
The FHT/Elite Tag team champions walk out as Ash shrugs his shoulders and continues to type on the computer.
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david
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Post by david on May 8, 2009 9:53:14 GMT -5
The lights in the arena cut out as the crowd let out a small ironic cheer, camera lights flash and light up small sections off the crowd.
Gary King: Well has our management forgot to pay the electric bill again?
Rachel Beckett: Well Gary, you would of thought they would of made the effort with this being the night of champions!
Suddenly some strobe lights start to flash around the arena, lighting up the entrance ramp. The atmosphere in the crowd changes to an excited one as suddenly a gun clap sounds out around the arena as "Natural Born Killas" blasts out as the crowd all jump up to there feet and go ape shit.
Gary King: Is this who i think it is?!
Rachel Beckett: Oh my god Gary listen to this ovation i have never heard anything quite like this!
The crowd explode as the lights come back on and David is stood at the top of the entrance ramp with the help of a walking stick!
Gary King: Last time we saw David he was wheel chair bound!
David slowly starts to limp down to the ring, holding his walking stick in his right hand and putting pressure on it each time his right foot touches the floor...David claps a few fans hands as a "DAVID" Chant breaks out from the audience.
Rachel Beckett: David still looks to be in some pain walking down the ramp though Gary.
Gary King: He certainly does Rachel, i wonder why he is here though?
By this time David has slowly climbed up the steel ring steps and he climbs into the ring through the ring ropes, David limps over to the corner and asks for a microphone, as the ring announcer passes it to David, "Natural Born Killers" stops playing as David stands in the middle of the ring, every audience member stood on the feet giving David a standing ovation, camera flashes are going off as a "WELCOME BACK" chant breaks out.
Rachel Beckett: Gary this is amazing, our great FHT fans are giving this legend the ovation he deserves!
David lifts his finger up to his mouth and signals to the crowd to be quiet as half the stadium sits down in anticipation of what David's going to say as the other half carry on chanting "WELCOME BACK!"
David: Damn i had forgot how crazy you bastards really are!!
The whole of the crowd pop again as the half that was sat down are now stood back on there feet.
Gary King: I couldn't agree with David anymore there!
The crowd stop chanting "WELCOME BACK" as the majority of them sit down on there seats.
David: Well, what can i say to start this off...apart from thank you for that!
The crowd pop again.
David: Now...Before i go any further, last time i was here i was in a wheel chair, now i am walking with the help of this custom made walking stick....
The camera zooms in on David's walking stick to reveal a walking stick in the shape of a singapore cane!
David: Now don't worry, i haven't suddenly changed into UK:Master...I'm not no selling me sat in a wheel chair, i just simply don't need it anymore, i had to use the wheel chair for when i was having troubles with my back, but the troubles in my back have gone now, so bye bye wheel chair! I just need to use this walking stick because my right foot isn't in the best of shape...BUT that's enough of that sob story, that is not why i am out here....
The reason i am out here is to address you lot, the FHT fans...The wrestlers....New and old in the back, the public, anyone who has anything to do with FHT and Elite.
People want to know why i suddenly vanished, why i wasn't doing all the work i used to for this great company, now i could come out here and fob you off, tell you a load of bullshit, but im not going to do that, you people deserve better. Simply i lost my passion for wrestling.
The crowd let out a small groan as David nods in agreement.
David: I got to that age were all i was interested in was women, drugs, alcohol, sex and wrestling took a back seat, my love that used to be there for wrestling and FHT and Elite slowly burned away, slowly disappeared, just like one of Lbm's many weddings...
The crowd pop and laugh as a little smirk appears on David's face.
David: I couldn't even check this place, cause i knew i would want to do a promo, start a feud, say i would write a match, but i knew deep down that it would just be a passing moment, i wouldn't carry out my commitment and this place deserves better, there's people here who work there bollocks off to put on a good show, to write a interesting and exciting promo, to write a match thats innovative and original, and i didn't want to let them down.
But! And i think you will like this...I think i have been infected again...I don't wish to erm...whats the saying...blow my own trumpet, but....This place just isn't the same without me!!
The crowd go crazy at this statement.
Gary King: That's certainly true Rachel!
David: I am Mr Holy Shit! I was the first ever FHT Television champion! I'm a grand slam winner in FHT, Ive held every single title that has ever been up for grabs in FHT, Ive been in matches and made the matches famous, Ive took new up and comers and made them look a million dollars, whether i was the opening match of the card, the middle match, the main event, in a first time ever match, i would guarantee that i would give the audience a match to remember, they would be going home thinking...Wow i can't believe David did that tonight!
The crowd pop and start a "ONE MORE MATCH" chant.
David: Even in Elite when i was the wrestling machine, i put on a performance, no matter who i was against there was never no half arsed efforts. The thrill of taking a singapore cane and smashing it over someones head and hearing the pop from the crowd, the feeling as the wood splinters flew through the air and bounced back off me was amazing! Grabbing someones head and driving them face first into the canvas, onto some thumbtacks, onto a chair, onto barbed wire, into fire with the David Cutter was a feeling that Ive never been able to match in normal life!
The crowd pop even louder and start a louder "ONE MORE MATCH!"chant.
David: One more match?! Yeah sure why not! whether i have one leg, two legs, one and a half legs, ill walk down to this ring and put on a match that you will never ever forget! I don't just want it to be any match thought against anyone, now i understand that i can't just walk back into here, demand a match and expect to get it, people are busy in feuds, and are committed to matches.
I'm going to be sticking around a bit...I'll be waiting, i know who i want one more match with, so i'll wait until he is not busy.
Soooo....My Brother...hows about it?! Your the hardcore champion....i am Mr Holy Shit....The extreme legend! So what do you say LBM!?!?!
The crowd go wild as David stares out into the crowd as cameras flash taking pictures.
David: Like i said...I'll happily wait, i understand that your busy, but when your ready ill be ready, just give me the nod!
David drops the microphone in the ring as "Natural Born Killers" sounds out around the arena as the crowd rise and clap David as he begins to climb out the ring.
Gary King: WOW!! David has come out and challenged Lbm to one last match...I can't wait to hear what the answer is!
Rachel Beckett: Neither can i Gary, but what if Lbm accepts it...when will it happen?!
Gary King: I don't know Rachel, but the thought of a FHT rules match between David and Lbm one last time is sending shivers down my spine!
By this time David has got to the top of the ramp...The crowd chanting "DAVID!" as David points out to the crowd then up to the sky like Sabu as Night Of Champions fades to a commercial break.....
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The Fizz
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Post by The Fizz on May 8, 2009 11:06:28 GMT -5
I Stand Alone by Godsmack hits as The Fizz comes out of the curtains with a huge crowd reaction since it was her home town. She high fives the fans across the arena.
Gary King: Dam that female wrestler is so good looking I can drool on her all day.
Rachel Beckett: Oh do be quiet and behave will you Gary? She properly wouldn't date you since you are too old for her. She is only 24 years of age.
Fizz is now in the ring in her home town and begins to speak.
The Fizz: Did you hear the reaction from this crowd Miles? They know that I am one of the home town hero's here.
Miles: Yes they sure do Fizz and looks like that things are going extremely well here since The Upraising now know that you are in the tag team with them.
The Fizz: Yes earlier Max was wondering if I really was in this stable and yes I am in the stable trying to make an impact of myself. You see I understand there are no female wrestlers here at the moment that I can compete with but I am through with the female wrestlers. This is my home town and if I had a match here tonight then I will win it for you fans as well as The Uprising.
Miles: Such a shame you haven't got a match here tonight but you have been in one house show match since you have come back haven't you?
Crowd looked shocked when Miles said that along with the commentators.
Gary King: I didn't even know she had a wrestling match here since she has come back. Dam she must be good in the ring I hope.
Rachel Beckett: Neither did I Gary. This female wrestler looks like a serious wrestler after all. Let's hope that she can wrestle in the T.V tapings pretty soon with or without the Upraising.
While there were chants for The Fizz all over this sell out arena in London. Fizz begins to speak again.
The Fizz: As a matter of fact yes I have wrestled in one house show as of late beating Trey Spruance but so far that's only one match. Hopefully I can wrestle for you UK fans because there isn't many UK wrestlers here on this company but I will do it for both my stable and for you many United Kingdom fans and of course all over the world as well.
Miles: Yes she did beat Trey in her 1st match back on this company better and stronger than she has been in her entire career and I still will be pushing her to her limits for you fans across the world.
The Fizz: Trey wasn't ready to face me at all. He wasn't even dressed to wrestle with me. He was an easy opponent for me to beat and he went crying backstage afterwards cos he was the 1st ever male wrestler on here to be beaten by a female wrestler. Whenever I get a match I will be doing it in front of my fans and for The Upraising. Whoever my next opponent will be. Let's get fizzicle and you're gonna get fizzed.
Fizz and Miles are having a coke bash since it was Fizz's home town place and passes the cans of coke to every one in this sell out arena and then after 20 mins of the coke bash Fizz and Miles go and high fives the fans and go backstage together.
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Max Venom
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Post by Max Venom on May 8, 2009 13:24:18 GMT -5
Taken from “The Hardcore Quadruple: The Best of FEW, UWC, PWE and EWF” DVD, available now at all good DVD retailers:
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I believe in my heart, as do the fans of the FEW, that Max Venom caused the promotion's death. As he held up the Extreme Title, beating one of the key talents in a huge, violent match, he hammered the final nail into the coffin of the promotion. It coughed, it spluttered and it died. And Max Venom just laughed. He never lost that Extreme Title.
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The UWC is perhaps the saddest case of all. Max Venom had run rampant over tag team talent with his partner Cyprus, forming the formidable tag team, the Dealbrokers. Barry Maxwell, the owner, couldn't stand it. He had his own chosen ones and he wanted them on top, not a psychopath like Max Venom. He tightened the rules and regulations of the federation to such a degree that Venom was able to organise a mass walkout of talent from the promotion, killing the place in a couple of weeks. He never lost that Tag Team Title.
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PWE was formed by the talent who walked out, who reluctantly agreed to give Venom a shot. He turned on his partner, won his United States championship off him and decided to wage war against the entire promotion with his stable, The Poisoned Chalice. PWE put it all on the line, winner takes all... and Venom won. He never lost that United States Title.
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From the ashes of PWE rose EWF. Despite some minor changes though, all had that same fear of Max Venom. There were men in the promotion who had seen Venom kill again and again and again... So when the first promos about Max Venom coming broadcast, it was no shock the place worked itself into a panic-induced death. Venom never even appeared in an EWF ring, but received credit for killing it.
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I can't say what motivates Max Venom. No one truly can. Revenge? Greed? A lust for destruction? Boredom? Personally, I just believe some men are just plain evil. They take pleasure in seeing what people work for disappear into nothing. The same men who worked over and over to try and rebuild what Venom destroyed... They've retired. They gave it all up because of Max Venom. He's poison. Slow Poison.
--------------------------------- [/center] Max Venom: ...And that's it? A few matches, a couple of testimonials from old guys crying about their company. What utter bullshit. I was the best thing in all those companies, hell, I killed them four times over!Venom is sitting down in the FHT/ELITE video room, with an opened parcel from Amazon.com on the desk next to him as he speeds through a DVD of many wrestlers talking about the four companies Venom was formerly a part of. Max Venom: Fuck it. Who needs a DVD to massage their ego anyway? Tonight, I'm going to get something even better: The ELITE World Heavyweight Title. From day one, everyone in this promotion tried to treat me like I was some sort of fucking rookie. Like I barely knew how to tie my shoelaces together, like I'd have to spend two years minimum appearing in the dark matches before I'd have the honour to go down to the ring and be promptly ignored. See, I understand the concepts of “learning to work the style” or “paying your dues”. I understand them, but I think its a load of crap. I'm good enough to work in my style, I'm skilled enough not to spend months justifying my place on the card. It pissed me off that all my work, all my sacrifices to get here were meaningless because guys like Soul Reaper, Trippy P, Lbm, Keith Williams, Dark Angel... They all had “tenure”. They could sit on the top of the card and just do nothing with what they believed to be their spots. If I challenged the status quo, I would be an outcast, a foolish rebel who didn't respect anyone, some punk kid trying to get where he didn't belong.
Well, I wasn't the only one. My Uprising was built on the very foundations of your egos. Hungry talents wanting, craving that position at the top, willing to do whatever it takes to get there. For every time Soul Reaper no-showed, for every time Dark Angel walked out on a good opportunity, for every time Trippy P would sit in Keith's office and mock us, for every time Williams himself would book veterans ahead of us and for every single damn time Lbm would stroll out here and cut some edgy shoot about how we weren't pulling our weight, how the promotion sucked not because of their laziness, but because we couldn't get it done... For every one of those moments, you all deserved to have your careers ended, to have The Uprising forcefully remove you from the top.
I called out everyone and anyone I could see. You've got to make an impact if you want to be heard. I ran my mouth, I mocked, I impersonated... It was all to pry you out of your comfort zones. To steal the show right from under your feet, so you couldn't ignore the fans coming up to you and asking “Did you see what Max Venom did last week?”. So you'd be forced to watch and react. You were my living puppets and I made you dance. Let's not beat around the bush, this place owes its survival to me, it owes its new-found success to me and every person on this roster in some way has a personal debt to Max Venom for saving their careers. The Uprising is the greatest stable of all time, fact. The veterans have either been forced to adapt to facing us and have become better because of it, or faded out. Old faces are crawling out of the woodwork, desperate to get a piece of the best thing going in both promotion's histories. The ELITE World Heavyweight Championship would make a fitting reward for my hard work. Unlike you veterans though, I don't just stick in a claim of “deserving” it or plain “wanting my turn at the top”. I've earned it and not a single person on this roster can argue otherwise.
There's one man standing in my way tonight. Let me tell you a little something about the early days of The Uprising, back before it had the name, before it was even a formal group. I called out and insulted every single person that wasn't on my side except for one man: NIN Horror. I almost believed that myself and NIN, we were kindred spirits in a way. That NIN was me if he didn't have my tenacity, my devotion to being the best, but still had the talent, the same basic drive, that spark that makes him different from the rest. I figured that NIN was just like me years ago, but he had no Uprising. He wasn't quite me, he couldn't manipulate his circumstances to such an extent that he got to the top. So he struggled up the ladder, title by title, rung by rung, slowly paying dues and forcefully earning people's respect. Finally, after years of work, he'd made it. He was finally in the right position to challenge for the ELITE World Heavyweight title.
What happened next made me lose faith in NIN Horror. You know what happened? Nothing! He squeezed through a number one contenders match and had possibly the weakest title feud in the history of title feuds. He won the belt on a mere technicality. I saw it as NIN smugly walked backstage with his title belt, that arrogance, that ego... He'd stared into the abyss too long and become one of them. One of the veterans. He'd taken that same lethargic attitude, like some disease or curse. Suddenly proving himself wasn't so important. If I felt pity, I might've right then. All that work, all that effort and the end result was that fighting spirit of NIN Horror dying a miserable death. Just another wrestler in this company propping himself up with his past accomplishments.
The NIN Horror we knew is dead. We've got some poor imitation in his place, a coward, a uncommitted hack clutching onto an icon that supposedly proves his superiority. I've always felt that mercy was a sign of weakness, an inability to get the job done. Now though, I feel I can finally use it as part of my vocabulary. Tonight, we will witness a mercy killing of NIN Horror. I will personally take you to your very limits, I will test your every skill and I will beat you. I will take that title, I will walk out of the arena and leave you there, a loser. You'll then have two options: Either to crawl away, ashamed, defeated, humiliated... Or to use your loss as a lesson, as inspiration to shake off those cobwebs and perhaps rediscover who you are. I hope there will be a day in the future where you come up to me, shake my hand and thank me for bringing you back. Thank me for saving you.
Don't say I'm not a compassionate man. My only reward will be knowing that a lesser version of me is at peace, one way or the other. Oh, and the World Title, of course. As once I'm the champion of this place, things will change. When this place finally bites the dust, and you all sit around in wheelchairs in your nursing home, you'll all be able to say: “Max Venom was the greatest World Champion I've ever seen”. If nothing else, you'll at least have that.With those words, Max Venom rises to his feet and leaves the video room. The camera slowly zooms in on a freeze-frame from the DVD, where a younger-looking Max Venom is sitting in an empty arena, thinking.
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Post by Reaper on May 11, 2009 6:08:21 GMT -5
We switch to a shot of the FHT Undisputed Championship belt sitting on a bench. The shot zooms out a little to see Reaper with his back turned to the camera as he slowly turns around to face it. He cracks his knuckles and then cracks his neck and then addresses the camera.
So, this is where its all supposed to crumble... this is where my world is going to collapse in on me. The almighty Keith Williams FINALLY got around to being pissed off that I dumped him and Trippy P like a pair of dumb sixteen year old girls at the frat party. But there was a reason for that. The reason is, they are probably the most unreliable pieces of crap in this company right now and there was no reason to help them when I knew for certain that they weren't going to be around for me later. It was a waste of my time and thats just wasn't gonna work for me. Especially when theres this stupid war going on between people who forgot to share the spotlight and those that weren't ready for it yet wanting it too quickly. You see, I could care less about joining either side, because I hold no stock in them. I sympathize with the younger and newer guys to this company, because far too often I've seen rookies come in and easily get lost in the fold because there was nobody around to really help them out. Although it does get a bit interesting when a guy like Ace is fighting for the uprising while not only already being IN the spotlight but had LBM pushing for him to be there... Kinda makes you wonder what its really all about doesn't it?
Now week after week, Max Venom has compared me to the older guys and he has every right to, its his freedom. Its a shame he doesn't know what the hell he's talking about. Out of all the people he continues to bunch me with, I've been the only one thats actually had to work for it. I've been the only one thats been abandoned by both higher powers AND booked opponents time and time again. Go look at the ELITE Heavyweight Championship history, boy. I still, to this day had more defenses than anybody, and out of all of my opponents the only fucking guy that was nice enough to stick around for the whole feud was, Killer. And another FYI, the only reason I'm holding the FHT Undisputed title right now and not you or anybody else, is because I was the only one to say I wanted it. So Max, talk about me all you want, because, frankly, I'm not going to give you the satisfaction of being angry. Your words and mocking skits and misguided rants don't bother me. I actually kinda like them. You've given me far more credit than anybody on the veterans side of things. So continue to take your shallow shots at me, because hey, everybody should like the free publicity. Bad or good, makes no difference, I'm all for it so keep it up.
Now over the past few months now, we've seen the ongoing bitchfest that has been LBM ranting and raving and holding down Crusher Casey, but what purpose has it served? Everybody knows that when its all said and done, he's going to do nothing but take all the credit for this whole thing. Thats what LBM does. Lets say Crusher eventually beats LBM... well he'll just say that he made a new star, but thats bullshit. Crusher has been around for a long enough time and everybody knows him and we've all waited for him to get his shot at some gold around here. Its a shame that when he does, he's continually held back because LBM is protecting his own image. But heres the punchline that LBM isn't aware of... The hardcore title... its a thing of the past. It USED to be the big thing, but now... well its just the lowest piece of tin in the company. Hell, more people have wanted to go after the tag titles than the fucking Hardcore title. So you can continue with the charade all you want, but as usual you're holding on to the past and not letting go. Lets face the facts, LBM can claim that he's making the hardcore title look good, but we all know whats going to happen. He'll lose it, and everybody will say what a big deal it was and then two weeks later nobody will give a shit anymore. Keep up the good work LBM, you're embarrassing yourself and you don't even realize it. LBM The F'N Legend? More like LBM The F'N Joke.
Oh but wait, have you heard?? Blade is back....again... oh but this time theres a catch. Yeah, this time he's actually got himself into something thats somewhat interesting for once. Heretics... here to save us all. A third side to the saga, but what do they bring to the table? If we go by sheer history, it won't last because Blade will either let it fail or just leave, but then again they could stop the ongoing war. What if they do? What then? Does Trippy all of a sudden show up and blast through the roster like he always used to? Do Max and Ace branch off into another company, damning LBM and the "vets." Oddly enough that sounds like an idea I've seen before...
And don't think I've forgotten about about the busiest man in the business, one Mr. Ninja. Look pal, buddy, friend, comrade, I don't know what the hell you've been up to or why you continually choose to send out your job squad to fight the world, but its about time you got your ass back in the ring and did some fucking work. You've got all of these people and all of these companies that you work with, but that doesn't mean that you can just walk around putting me on the back burner. Fact of the matter is, there was no way I was going to team with you again, so thats why I left your ass behind. Everybody knows that it should have been some other team in there against Ace and Max, and you and me should have fought it out until everybody in the arena couldn't control themselves anymore. But no, we continue to play this game. Sooner or later the game has to end, and right now I'm holding all the cards. I've got your life and I've got the belt, I'm winning so far bud, but its your move. Are you going to fight me or not? I'm ready for you.
Which finally brings me back to tonight and my match. Keith Williams, time and time again we've faced off in the world of wrestling. Time and time again YOU have always been in power to make that last minute call to make sure you got the win. Everybody on this planet knows that you don't even deserve a shot at this belt. Hell to be honest, nobody here has even worked to make themselves a real number one contender. You could say Ninja defeated two people for that distinction, but what the hell has he done since then? The idiot didn't even bother to accept the open challenge I issued the last time around. As a matter of fact, nobody did. Keith you didn't... LBM throughout his rants and bitches didn't... Max Venom and his continued talk of taking over opted to not speak up. When it came down to it, Ace Andrews, OF ALL PEOPLE, was the only person to come at me and try to take this title from me. So you see Keith, the simple fact is that you still hold some power here and you are ultimately going to do what you always do and its what guys like Max Venom are pissed at and that is make yourself look like your actually worth a flying fuck when you're not. You're one of those guys thats just lost it. Your edge is gone, your ambition isn't there, theres no drive to carry this company that you always seem to take for granted. Its a fucking sad sight and its a god damn shame. What happened to the Keith Williams that people were actually looking up to.. the one who actually gave a damn. What happened to the days of ShadowWalker and how people actually feared what he had to say. Keith, your time is up, your good days have gone, and until you actually get that edge, that drive back... well then you're just not worthy of this belt. So, I'll be out there tonight and I'll be ready to shine like always. Just be sure you show up and at least half ass it for me so that when you walk out as champion I can say..."well at least it wasn't a total train wreck." And then you can disappear into the sunset like you did last time you took a championship away from me. Now if you'll excuse me, I've got some other things to deal with, I'll see you out there Keith.
Reaper picks up his belt and then looks at it before letting out a deep breath and throwing it over his shoulder and walking out of the shot and out of the room as we fade out.
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Post by Ninja/Killer on May 11, 2009 13:33:31 GMT -5
Scene opens with Killer in his street clothes about to leave the arena but Akuma Ninja stands in his way.
AK:Your seriously leaving?
K:Yeah, so move.
AK:What happened to you man? Maybe they are right, your not the same man you used to be.
K:I said move.
AK:So much for the big bad monster, the bully around here, looks to me that the guy who I once thought was the toughest man around is no more.
K:Good luck in whatever the fuck you end up doing.
AK:Where you going?
K:Home, and I don't know for how long this time.
Killer walks away heading out of the arena. Ninja shakes his head then walks away as the scene fades out.
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Absolute Horror
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Forever
Rien n'arrete nos esprits
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Post by Absolute Horror on May 12, 2009 21:05:49 GMT -5
Don't Lie To Yourself, It Gave You Pleasure...
OH MY GOD OH MY- The fans erupt into 60/40 booing/cheering as “Demonoid Phenomenon” hits the p.a. Max Venom walks out from the curtains wearing sunglasses and a leather jacket. He pauses on the stage and unzips the jacket. Venom walks down the aisle with a determined look on his face as differing chants are heard from the audience. Max rolls in under the ropes and stands up in the ring. He gets in his corner and takes off his sunglasses methodically. He puts them in a jacket pocket and awaits his opponent as his music fades out.The fans erupt in different 60/40 booing/cheering as smoke and spotlights flood the stage. “Death” hits the p.a. Flashes and lasers light up the arena as NIN Horror rises up from the smoke on the stage. NIN, cloaked entirely in white, pauses as the smoke dissipates slightly. He surveys the mixed fans, and the spotlights follow him as he starts walking down the smoke filled ramp. NIN climbs up the ringsteps, walks across the apron, and climbs into the ring through the ropes. NIN gets in his corner as all the lights in the arena go out. One spotlight stays on him as he grabs the edge of his hood. NIN pauses, and then whips off the cloak just as all the lights blindingly flash back on. The cameras come back into focus as NIN holds up the cloak with the ELITE World Heavyweight Title belt around his waist. He tosses the cloak out of the ring, and then awaits the match introduction as his music fades out. Max Venom and NIN stare each other down across the ring.Erik Knights:[/color] Ladies and gentlemen the following contest is scheduled for one fall and is for the ELITE World Heavyweight Championship! Introducing first, billed from Tokyo, Japan, he is one half of the FHT/ELITE Tag Team Champions and leader of The Uprising, “Slow Poison” Max Venom! Max takes off his jacket and throws it out of the ring as the fans pop in boos/cheers. Erik Knights:[/color] Introducing next, he hails from Ft. Worth Texas by way of Transylvania, and is your ELITE World Heavyweight Champion, “The New Horror Show” NIN Horror! The fans erupt in boos/cheers as black streamers fly into the ring while NIN hoists up the Title belt. Stage hands hustle to clear out the streamers as Erik Knights exits the ring. NIN hands the Title belt to the ref, who then shows it to Max Venom. The ref shows it to NIN, then holds it up in the air for the fans. The ref hands the belt to the timekeeper, and then calls the competitors to the center of the ring. The ref tries to get a handshake, but gets no reaction from Max and NIN, who are staring each other down with near-mirror cocky grins. The ref gives up and calls for the bell! ***DING DING DING***The fans are on their feet as NIN and Max circle-up. They go for a Roman knuckle lockup, but NIN backs out. NIN shakes out his wrist as Max looks annoyed. They go to lockup, but NIN cuts him off with a punch. NIN rocks Max with a chop, and then hits him with a headbutt. NIN hits him with a series a forearms, and then whips him into a corner. NIN quickly follows in with a running forearm, and then pulls Max out of the corner to the mat. NIN lifts his fist to the audience, getting a rise out of them. NIN turns his attention back to Max, already back on his feet. Max rubs his jaw before they finally lockup. Max quickly drops down and throws NIN with an arm drag. Both men get back on their feet and charge at each other. Max cuts NIN off with a boot to the stomach. Max hits him with a few punches, and then whips him into a corner. Max charges in after him, but NIN lifts him over the ropes. Max lands on the apron and goes for a chop on NIN, but NIN ducks it, and hits Max with a Lariat to the back of the head. Max falls off the apron and smacks his face on the steel ringsteps below! Max falls back onto the ground before crawling back up to his feet. Max looks back into the ring a sees NIN running for the ropes. Max quickly ducks down, NIN baseball slides over his back, lands next to him, lifts him up, and takes Max down with a headbutt!
NIN’s fans pop for the spot. NIN picks Max back up to his feet and whips him into the corner of the steel barricade. NIN charges in with a boot, but Max catches it, drops NIN’s leg over the steel guardrail, hits a chop across NIN’s back, and hits him with a Neckbreaker. Max’s fans cheer as he steps back up. Max pulls NIN back up by the hair, and then smashes his face against the steel ringsteps. Max follows as NIN stumbles down the aisle. Max grabs NIN, but he cuts him off with an elbow to the gut. NIN grabs Max by the head, and then slides his thumb into his eye! Max’s fans boo as NIN rolls back into the ring. Max slides in under the ropes, but quickly gets hit with an elbowdrop. NIN gets back up, and nails a kneedrop. NIN pulls Max into the center of the ring and stomps on his head. NIN hits another stomp, and the ref tries to give Max some space. NIN brushes past the ref and grabs Max by the hair. He drags him back up to his feet, and then puts Max in a wristlock. NIN kicks Max down to one knee, and then sticks his own knee against Max’s shoulder to pull back further on Max’s arm. Max rolls forward, and then counters NIN with a drop-toe-hold. Both men scramble to their feet. NIN charges at Max, but Max ducks and takes NIN down. Max tries to grab NIN’s legs, but NIN kicks him away and gets back on his feet.
Max tries to grab NIN, but NIN cuts him off with a chop. NIN stuns him with massive chop, and then hits him with an inverted elbow to the head. NIN whips Max into the corner and charges in after him. Max throws a boot up, but NIN catches it. NIN drops it, and then nails Max with a big chop. NIN hits another massive chop and Max grabs his chest and tries to walk away, but NIN pulls him back into the corner and hits a third massive chop. NIN goes to whip Max into the opposite corner, but Max reveres it. NIN bounces out of the corner and charges at Max, but Max takes him down with a back body drop. NIN gets back up, but quickly gets taken down with a Yakuza Kick. Max steps back, and then charges in for a running kneedrop. Max drags NIN up by the hair, sets him up, and hits him with a snap Suplex. Max sits NIN up and plants his knee into his back for a reverse chinlock. NIN starts crawling for the ropes, but Max gets up to drag him away, but NIN catches him with a kick to the head. Max backs away as NIN gets back on his feet.
NIN swings at Max, but he ducks, but NIN catches him with a quick knee lift. NIN grabs Max by the hair and nails him with an inverted elbow to the back of the head. NIN pops him back up with a stiff Kawada kick, and then nails him in the side of the head with a forearm. NIN goes for a Lariat, but Max blocks it, and nails NIN with a roundhouse kick to the chest. Max hits another kick, and then tries to take NIN down with a judo style Hiptoss, but NIN blocks it, and switches to a waistlock on Max. NIN goes for a German Suplex, but Max blocks it. Max goes for a standing switch, but NIN reverses it and tries again for the German, but Max catches him with a back elbow strike. Max steps away, and then nails NIN in the gut with a side kick. Max backs NIN into the ropes and whips him across the ring. Max goes for a big roundhouse kick, but NIN ducks it and keeps running. NIN hits the ropes and comes back for a Yakuza Kick, but Max cuts him off with a savate kick. Max hits the ropes and charges in for a side Yakuza Kick, but NIN dodges it, grabs Max’s tights, and takes him down with a Lariat to the back of the head!
NIN’s fans cheer as he grabs Max by the hair. NIN pulls him back to his feet and hits him with a massive chop. NIN wraps his arms around Max’s head and goes for Muay Thai knee strikes, but Max blocks the first one. Max stomps on NIN’s toes and breaks the headlock. Max nails NIN with a kick to the knee, the opposite thigh, the opposite ribs, the opposite elbow, and finally across the chest. NIN drops to one knee, and then Max nails him in the side of the head with a knee strike. NIN drops down to the mat and Max stalks him. Max jumps up for a kneedrop, but NIN moves out of the way. Both men get back on their feet. Max charges in, but stops himself when NIN swings his fist. Max shoots in for a double leg takedown, but NIN steps back and goes to stomp on Max, but Max catches his foot, powers up, and lifts NIN up for a Powerbomb, but NIN cuts him off with double inverted elbows to the head. NIN drops to his feet and nails Max with a big forearm. NIN grabs Max and hits him with a flurry of forearms. NIN spins around and nails Max with the Roaring Elbow!
NIN’s fans go wild and Max’s fans erupt in boos as Max falls out of the ring through the ropes. NIN sizes up Max as he crawls to his feet on the floor. NIN hits the ropes as Max stands up. NIN’s fans erupt in cheers as NIN takes Max down with a Suicide Dive! NIN gets on his feet and gives the finger to some booing fans in front row. NIN pulls Max up to his feet, and then rams him back into the steel guardrail. NIN hits Max with a hard chop, and then hits him with a headbutt. Max slides down the railing, but NIN drags him back up. NIN goes for a massive chop, but Max ducks it and NIN knocks a fan out of his seat! Max quickly rakes NIN’s eyes. Max shakes out his head, grabs NIN, and rams him back into the ring apron. Max steps to the side and nails NIN with a series of kicks to the chest. Max gets on the ring apron, and then stomps on top of NIN’s head. Max grabs NIN and drags him up on the apron. Max wraps NIN’s arms back around the top rope, and then nails him with a series of stiff kicks to the chest.
Max pulls NIN across the apron, and sets him up for a Suplex. The fans gasp, but NIN grabs the ropes and blocks it. Max steps back and hits NIN with Kawada kicks to the chest. Max sets him up for a DDT off the apron, but NIN holds onto the ropes again. Max lifts up NIN’s head and goes for a punch, but NIN blocks it, and then kicks Max in the side of the leg. NIN nails Max with a punch, and then hits him with a stiff slap. NIN wraps his arm around Max and goes for an Uranage off the apron, but Max hangs onto the ropes. Max backs NIN away with an elbow to the head, and then goes for a roundhouse kick, but NIN cuts him off with a boot to the face. NIN hits Max with a stiff chop, and then sets him up for Backdrop Driver off the apron~but Max hangs onto the ropes. Maxx hammers on NIN’s head with forearms, and backs him away. NIN goes for a Lariat, but Max catches his arm and hits a Judo Throw from the apron to the floor!
Max’s fans erupt in cheers as both men crash on the floor. Max stumbles up to his feet and raises his arms for his fans. He grabs NIN by the hair, drags him up, and rolls him into the ring under the ropes. Max slides in after him and goes for the cover, 1…2..kickout. Max turns NIN onto his front, crams his knee into NIN’s side, and then pulls back on NIN’s head in a modified camel clutch. Max wrenches in the hold as NIN reaches for the ropes. NIN starts crawling for the ropes, but Max gets up, and hits him with an elbowdrop to the shoulder blades. Max grabs NIN’s head again and pulls back. NIN claws at Max’s hands, and then reaches for the ropes. NIN tries to crawl closer to them, but Max gets up and goes for another elbowdrop, but NIN rolls out of the way. Max gets up and goes for another elbowdrop, but NIN dodges it again. Max gets up, jumps over NIN and goes for an elbowdrop on the other side, but NIN rolls the other way and dodges it. NIN stumbles back on his feet as Max gets back up holding his elbow. NIN kicks Max in the elbow, and then goes for another kick, but Max blocks it with a kick of his own. Max grabs NIN’s head, charges at the nearest corner, and slams NIN’s face onto the top turnbuckle. Max shoves NIN into the corner and unloads on him with roundhouse kicks to the chest. Max goes for a punch, but NIN catches his arm, steps out of the corner, and hits Max with a shoulder/arm breaker.
Max stumbles away clutching at his elbow. NIN turns him around and hits him with a chop. NIN hits a stiffer chop, and then takes Max down with a massive chop. Max sits up clutching his chest before NIN pulls him up by the hair. NIN hits Max with a left slap, a right slap, a spinning backhand slap, and a roundhouse kick. NIN hits the ropes and goes for the Busaiku Knee Kick, but Max dodges it. Max grabs NIN from behind, but NIN knocks him back, jumps up, and nails Max with the Gamengiri! NIN’s fans cheer as Max falls back onto the mat. NIN crawls over and goes for the cover, 1…2.kickout. NIN gets on his feet and pulls Max up to his. NIN whips Max into the nearby corner and walks in after him. NIN gets in Max’s face hits him with a barrage of clubbing forearms to the head. Max covers up as the ref tries to back NIN away. NIN brushes the ref off, and then hits Max with a flurry of elbow strikes. NIN drives Max to the mat in the corner, and then steps on his face. NIN hits Max with a few nasty boot scrapes, and then runs for the ropes. NIN charges in, and hits Max with the Ganja Boot!
NIN’s fans cheer as NIN pauses in the corner with Max half hanging out of the ring. NIN steps back into the ring and drags Max out of the corner by his feet. NIN drags Max up to his feet and whips him into the ropes. Max comes back, and gets taken down with a Lariat. NIN drags Max up, whips him into the ropes again, and takes him down with another Lariat. NIN drags Max up again, whips him into the ropes, and goes for a third Lariat, but Max ducks it, but NIN grabs his tights and goes for a Lariat to the back of his head, but Max ducks that too. Max grabs NIN’s shoulders, jumps up, and hits NIN with a jumping double knee backbreaker! Max’s fans cheer as NIN slinks back up holding his back. Max gets back on his feet. NIN turns around and goes for a backhand strike, but Max ducks it, grabs NIN, and hits him with an STO backbreaker! Max’s fans erupt in cheers as NIN slides off Max’s knee. Max gets back up, drags NIN back up to his feet, lifts him up, runs for a corner, and rams NIN back first into the turnbuckles. Max unloads on NIN with forearms and punches. Max pulls NIN out of the corner, wraps his arms back around the top rope, steps out onto the apron, jumps on NIN’s back, and locks him in a hanging dragon clutch on the ropes! Max’s fans cheer and NIN’s fans boo as the ref counts the illegal move. Max lets go at 4, steps back into the ring, grabs NIN’s legs, pulls him down to the mat, holds up NIN’s legs, calls for it, and finally hits NIN with the Guillotine!
Max’s fans erupt in cheers as NIN flies into the bottom rope neck first. Max gets up and drags NIN into the center of the ring. Max drops down and goes for the cover, 1…2…kickout. NIN’s fans get behind him as Max sits him up. Max puts NIN into a seated abdominal stretch and wrenches it in. NIN reaches for the ropes with his boots, but he’s too far away. NIN starts inching for the ropes, but Max flips NIN over and locks him in a Crossface armbar. Max sits back on NIN’s back, wrenching in the hold. NIN is trapped in the center of the ring. Max wrenches back, but NIN slides onto his back, reaches up with his free hand, and nails Max Venom with a low-blow! Max’s fans erupt in boos and NIN’s fans erupt in cheers as Max lets go and falls straight back onto the mat. Both competitors are laid out on the mat as the fans get behind their man. NIN crawls back on his feet and shakes out his left arm. Max stumbles back onto his feet and gets met with a forearm. NIN hits Max with a slap, then quickly turns his hand around and hits Max with a backhand. NIN grabs Max’s hair and hits him with a headbutt. NIN puts Max in a headlock, and then nails him with a punch to the head.
Max drops to one knee, and then swings at NIN, but NIN steps in, grabs Max’s head, and takes him down with the Hashimoto DDT! NIN gets back up, drags Max over to a corner, and sets him up for a diving move. NIN climbs outside the ring through the ropes and climbs up the turnbuckles. NIN jumps off the ropes for the King Kong Kneedrop~but Max moves out of the way! NIN crashes on the mat and stumbles up to one knee. Max gets up, hits the ropes, and takes NIN down with a Shining Wizard! Max’s fans go wild as NIN bounces off the mat. Max gets up and grabs NIN by the hair. Max pulls NIN to his feet and whips him into a corner. Max charges in and nails NIN with a double jumping knee strike to the chest! Max lifts NIN and sets him up on the top turnbuckle. Max climbs up the ropes and sets NIN up for a Suplex. Max tries to take him down, but NIN hangs onto the ropes. NIN tries to hit Max with a forearm, but Max cuts him off with an eye rake. Max sets NIN up again, and hits him with a Superplex!
Max’s fans go wild as he goes for the cover, 1…2…kickout. Max gets on his knees with a hint of frustration on his face. Max gets up and pulls NIN into the center of the ring. Max turns NIN on his front, sets up his legs, calls for the move, and bridges back to lock NIN in the Deadly Infection! Max’s fans go wild as he wrenches in the hold. NIN reaches for the ropes, but he’s in the center of the ring. NIN tries to crawl for the ropes, but Max stops him by wrenching back the hold. NIN pushes himself up to crawl further, but Max gets up, and snaps down, knocking NIN back down. Max grabs NIN’s head again and wrenches back. NIN grabs at Max’s hands, but his grip is too tight to break. NIN reaches into his trunks and pulls something out. NIN fiddles with it, swings his hands back, and throws powder into Max’s face! Max’s fans boo as he sits up on NIN’s back. Max tries to wipe the substance out of his eyes as NIN starts crawling for the ropes. Max bridges back and grabs NIN in the hold again, but NIN pounds his fists on the mat. NIN pushes himself all the way up to his knees, elbows Max in the ribs breaking the facelock, and yells with Fighting Spirit!
NIN’s fans erupt in cheers as NIN breaks the leglock and gets back on his feet. Max gets back on his feet and gets rocked with a hard forearm. NIN grabs Max by the hair and unloads on him with stiff forearms! NIN hits the ropes, and takes Max down with a running elbow strike! Max bounces off the mat and sits up as NIN hits the ropes again. Max tries to shake the stars out of his eyes, but gets nailed with the Sliding D elbow strike! NIN’s fans erupt in cheers as he goes for the cover, 1…2…kickout! NIN gets back on his feet as blood pours out of Max’s lip. NIN drags Max up and sets him up for a Powerbomb. NIN lifts Max up, steps towards a corner, and hits Max with a Powerbomb! NIN positions Max for another diving move. NIN climbs up the turnbuckles, stands on the top rope, and signals for the end. NIN jumps back for the Moonsault~but Max moves out of the way! Both men stumble back on their feet. Max charges and hits NIN with a Yakuza Kick! NIN falls back into the ropes. Max walks over and drags him out into the center of the ring. Max does a cutthroat taunt, and then lifts NIN up in a reverse fireman’s carry, but NIN slides back onto his feet. Max turns around, and gets smashed with the Uraken!
NIN’s fans go wild as Max spins around and falls on the mat. NIN sizes up Max as he crawls back on his knees. NIN hits the ropes as Max makes it on his feet. NIN comes in for the Strong Lariat~but Max cuts him off with powder to the eyes! Max grabs NIN and lifts him up on his shoulders. Max goes for the Lethal Injection!~but NIN rolls back onto his feet, grabs Max, and takes him down with a Lariat! NIN goes for the cover, 1…2…No! NIN gets on his knees and rubs the powder out of his eyes. NIN gets back on his feet and drags Max up to his. NIN sets Max up for another Lariat, but Max cuts him off with a spinning heel kick~but NIN catches his leg, and hits Max with a Backdrop Driver! NIN goes for the cover, 1…2…foot on the rope! Max’s fans get behind him as NIN gives a look of frustration. NIN gets on his feet and drags Max up to his. NIN hits a massive chop, sending Max to one knee. But max gets back on his feet and hits NIN with a stiff roundhouse kick to the chest. NIN hits Max back with a chop, and Max hits him back with a kick. NIN winds back and hits another chop, and Max reels back for another kick. Another chop, another kick. Chop, kick, chop, kick, chop, kick, chop, kick, chop, kick, chop, kick, chop, kick, chop, kick. The fans are going wild as NIN drops down to one knee. NIN gets back on his feet and hits another chop. Max drops to one knee holding his chest. He fights back onto his feet, and hits a kick~to the balls!
Max’s fans erupt in cheers and NIN’s fans erupt in boos as NIN falls back onto the mat. Max walks over and falls on his knees, and goes for the cover, 1…2……kickout! Max hangs his head in frustration before getting back on his feet. Max drags NIN onto his feet, and lifts him up on his shoulders. Max goes for the Lethal Injection!~but NIN slides off his shoulders, grabs his neck, and hits Max with a Sleeper Suplex! NIN’s fans erupt in cheers as Max crashes down on his head. NIN gets back on his feet as Max stumbles back onto his knees. NIN hits the ropes, and takes Max down with the Busaiku Knee Kick! NIN gets back on his feet and walks over to Max, but Max starts getting up. Max gets on his knees, wipes the blood from his mouth, and yells at NIN! Max gets on his feet, but quickly gets taken down with a Lariat! NIN tries to go for the cover, but Max starts getting up again! Max gets on his feet, and gets in NIN’s face! Max runs down NIN verbally as NIN grabs him by the hair. NIN reels back, and takes Max down with the Strong Lariat! NIN puts his hands on his hips as Max starts crawling back on his feet! The fans are going wild as Max stumbles up, spits out blood, and gets right back in NIN’s face! NIN pulls off his right elbowpad, but Max shoots up a roundhouse kick, but NIN blocks it, and takes him down with a Stronger Lariat! NIN drops down and goes for the cover, 1…2……3!!! ***DING DING DING***NIN’s fans erupt in cheers as he finally puts Max Venom down for the count. Max’s fans erupt in boos, but are mostly drowned out as “Death” hit’s the p.a. NIN gets up on his knees and wipes his hair out of his face. Erik Knights:[/color] Ladies and gentlemen your winner of the contest via Pinfall and STILL ELITE World Heavyweight Champion, “The New Horror Show” NIN Horror! The ref hands NIN the title belt as Max gets back on his knees. Max wipes blood from his lips as he and NIN stare down. NIN gets back on his feet and looms over Max with the belt. Max puts his hands on his thighs and catches his breath as NIN lectures him in the middle of the ring. Max pays attention as NIN puts himself over. NIN slings the belt over his shoulder and walks away. NIN climbs out of the ring and head for the back while Max is still on his knees. A suspicious half smile comes across Max’s face as the Supershow goes to commercials…
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Post by Ace Andrews on May 13, 2009 4:42:05 GMT -5
We fade back in from commercial on a shot of the crowd, panning around at the UK fans. The camera is keeping a decent pace as it pans the crowd until it finally shows the announcers table, where Gary King and Rachel Beckett are sitting.
GK-”And what a great night we have had so far fans. We've seen a Throwback to the old days with LBM VS RDJ VS TPC. We've seen the returns of David and Blade. We've seen Dark Angel FINALLY lay his hands on a championship belt.”
RB-”But the night isn't over yet Gary! We still have one World Title match to go. The FHT title match, which no-one but Akuma Ninja cares about.”
GK-”I wouldn't go that far Rachel. There are plenty of people in the back who are excited about Keith Williams VS Soul Reaper.”
RB-”Name one.”
There's a slight pause, but thankfully for Gary he's saved the trouble of answering when...
***GLASS SHATTERS***
'Glass Shatters' by Disturbed kicks in, and the entire Arena raises to its feet, their eyes on the stage as from the back out stomps FHT Legend, 'Stone Cold' Steve Austin! Austin stomps down the ramp, his face showing his rage as he climbs up the ring steps and onto the apron. Stepping between the ropes, Austin storms over to one turnbuckle and climbs to the second rope, throwing both his fists up, his middle finger held high.
A-”Ladies and Gentlemen, the following tag team contest is scheduled for ONE FALL and it is for the FHT/Elite Tag Team Championships! Introducing first, hailing from Victoria Texas. He is the FHT Hall of Famer, STONE COLD STEVE AUSTIN!!!”
I've seen it all, and I've walked it tall
'Livin' in Sin' by Godsmack hits, and as the camera turns to the stage once more the announcer speaks again.
A-”And his tag team partner, hailing from New York City, New York. he...is....SATAN!!!!”
The music keeps playing but there's no-one coming out. Austin pauses mid pacing and stares at the ramp, but Satan still hasn't come out. Stone Cold shakes his head, and waves at the announcer to try again.
A-”And his Tag Team Partner, hailing from New Yo-”
Rollin' the dice Never thinkin' twice
The announcer is cut off, as the guitar riff and drum beats of 'Blackjack' by Airbourne kick in! Austin shakes his head as from the back out strolls the FHT/Elite tag Team Champions, Ace Andrews and Crusher Casey! Ace has a cocky smirk on his face, as he strolls down the ramp chewing on his juicy fruit, his Tag Belt over one shoulder while behind him Casey the Tag Belt strapped around his waist and is cracking his knuckles and looking particularly menacing. Ace pauses as he reaches the ring steps to grab a mike and then hops up onto the apron. He turns to face the crowd, holding his title high and giving Casey time to step up onto the apron and then the two men step into the ring. Ace is still smirking, as Austin glares from him to Casey and back again. Andrews pauses to allow the crowd a few more seconds of jeering at his expense before raising the mike and begins to speak in the most fake British Accent ever.
AA-”Oi! I'm just trying to earn a few bob here. How about you sodding wankers keep the noise down while I try to explain the situation to Austin. Sip your tea, have a crumpet, and shut the bloody hell up!”
Ace smirks evilly as the crowds noise level grows again. Ace however ignores them and turns back to Austin, adjusting his title belt as he does so. Ace turns to the belt as the crowd keeps jeering, and Ace takes the moment to buff the belt some more. When the crowd has died down somewhat Ace raises the mike again.
AA-”Now, Steve, I have to admit, I'm shocked. Truly I am. I mean, Satan isn't here? Your all by yourself? Oh thats just too bad. Really. It is. I mean, I know Satan has some troubles showing up and all but this is a shot at the Tag Team Titles. You would think he could make it here for THAT at least.”
Surprisingly, the crowd starts a 'Satan Sucks' chant! Ace's eyebrow raises and he smirks and shrugs his shoulders before stepping towards Austin again.
AA-”Now, are you certain he said he'd be here? He knew about this match right? I mean, I'd hate to think he no-showed on purpose, so lets try and sort this out now. If you told him the match was happening, and he knew the gold was on the line, then I'm stumped. Truly I am. Could he have been hurt? Car problems? VISA issues?”
Austin is shaking his head at each one, but he's being well wary too, staying just out of Ace's arm reach. Ace pauses and the crowd continues their 'Satan Sucks' chant as Ace rubs his jaw a little and then suddenly flicks his fingers and points at Austin.
AA-”I've got it!! He must have been paid more money to just not show up! But who in the FHT/Elite would have the money to bribe Satan?”
The crowd picks up on it instantly their jeers growing louder and louder as an 'ACE SUCKS' chant roars through the O2 Arena. Austin flips Ace the bird and then jumps him, wiping the smirk off Ace, and punching the juicy fruit straight out of his mouth! Austin launches at Ace with hard right hands, but he only gets a few in before Casey drills Austin from behind with a straight kick to the back of the neck! Austin rolls off of Ace, who takes the chance to roll from the ring with both tag belts, as Casey stalks Austin and the bell rings.
Casey starts stalking Austin, fists held up around his jaw level, but he waits until Austin is on one knee before launching at him with a hard right to the side of Austin's head. He follows it up with two lefts, and then NAILS Austin with a stiff right foot to the back of Austin's neck again. Austin hits the mat clutching at his neck, and Casey takes advantage, cinching Stone Cold into a reverse headlock, and using the freedom on his legs to drill Austin with knees to the head. Meanwhile on the outside of the ring, Ace has walked over to the announcers table. He takes a seat beside Rachel, and slips on the spare headset with a smile.
GK-”Ace, not that the pleasure of your company isn't enthralling and all, but shouldn't you be waiting for a tag?”
AA-”Why? Casey's a big tough young superstar on the rise. Austin's an old washed-up has been, whose only name value comes from what he HAS done, not what he can do. He is the very epitome of the people that The Uprising want out of FHT/Elite, and Casey's going to expose him right now as a fraud. I'd rather sit here, front row seat, watch Casey destroy Austin, hit on Rachel, and make this show more interesting by talking over you at every possible opportunity.”
RB-”Ignore Gary. He's just sad because no-one's going out of their way to hit on him.”
AA-”Williams is coming out here later. That'll solve Gary's problem.”
GK-”Kei-”
AA-”So, Rachel, would you like a chewie to get the sour taste out of your mouth?”
Back inside the ring. Casey has let Austin get back to one knee. He launches at him with a few more punches, but when he goes for the kick again, Austin puts both arms up and blocks the kick! Austin shoves Casey's foot away, stumbling the big man slightly, but its enough of a gap for Austin to take him down! Austin quickly mounts Casey launching at him with hard brawling rights, before Casey can cover up. Austin jumps to his feet and then bounces off the ropes, before coming back, saluting the entire crowd, and dropping a knee onto Casey's face.
GK-”AU-”
AA-”And Stone Cold catches a lucky break, but its just going to end up proving fruitless, because Austin is simply too old to wrestle now. That knee drop took another year off the amount of time Austin can continue to wrestle.”
GK-”Would you pl-”
AA-”So, Rachel, as someone thats worked around a lot of old people, just how long do you think Austin's knees or neck can hold out for him.”
RB-”Judging by the pace of his movements, and the way he winces every time he walks, let alone wrestles, not much longer at all.”
In the ring Austin has got Casey near the ropes, and he grabs the top rope, stomping away at Casey. Austin continues to stomp for a few seconds, then leans down and flips Casey off. However Casey takes the advantage, grabbing Austin by the back of the neck and tossing him through the ropes to the outside. Casey rolls to his feet, and goes to step through the ropes to the outside, but is stopped by the referee.
AA-”Excuse me for just a second Rachel.”
Ace slips the headset off, and steps up, picking up his chair and folding it up and then stepping out from, behind the announcers table. In the ring, Casey sees him move and goes to distract the referee again, giving Ace time to sneak up behind Austin and stab the chair into the back of Austin's neck! Austin goes down clutching at his neck and Ace stabs the chair down on the back of his neck again before throwing it to one side again, just as the referee turns to face them. Ace rolls Austin into the ring and then smiles and waves at the ref before heading back to the announcers table. In the ring, Casey lifts Austin over his shoulder, and then drops him throat first over the top rope, sending Austin back down clutching at his neck.
GK-”Fee-”
AA-”Well, I feel better now. The Uprising has this match in the bag. Now who the hell stole my seat?”
RB-”It's OK Ace. You can share mine.”
Casey now has Austin in the corner, a stepping on his throat and choking him for a few seconds before the referee steps in and drags Casey off. Casey throws his hands up pleading innocent, but the distraction is enough time for Austin to slowly drag himself to his feet. Casey waits for Austin to reach the second turnbuckle, and then charges in, kneeing Austin in the side of the neck. Austin drapes himself over the middle rope. Casey quickly boots Austin in the ribs a few times before stepping back, lining Austin up, charging in and booting Stone Cold in the ribs so hard he flies up and off the ropes. Austin hits the mat and rolls away as Crusher takes the chance to chuckle and pose before slowly walking over to Austin and dragging him up. Casey lifts Austin up with ease, holding him high up over head in a Military Press position!
GK-”An-”
AA-”And look at the ease with which Casey is holding Austin up there. It's almost too easy.”
GK-”Kinda like Ra-”
AA-”Careful Gary. She might not hit you, but I will. You comfortable sweet cheeks?”
RB-”I would be if you didn't have that flashlight poking me.”
AA-”That's not a flash light.”
RB-”Ohhh....well then, I'm very comfortable.”
Casey presses Austin up and down a few times and then casually drops him down behind him, sending Austin chest first to the mat. Austin bounces a little but then lays back on the mat again, clutching his chest in pain. Casey takes a moment to wipe the sweat from his forehead, and then looks at Ace and waves him over.
AA-”That's my signal. Gotta go. Call me later Rach?”
RB-”Win this match, and I'll be missing for the Main Event.”
Ace waits for Rachel to stand up and then strolls out from behind the desk. Casey walks over to Austin and picks him up, before dropping him over one knee in a backbreaker. Casey holds on though and walks over to the corner, allowing Ace to tag in for the first time in this match! Casey backs away from the corner, still holding Austin at hip level, allowing Ace to come in and bounce off the opposite ropes, and just after Casey drops Austin over his knee in a backbreaker, Ace nails a flipping neckbreaker! Casey steps onto the apron, and Ace casually lays over Austin for the pin ONE....TWO...TH-NO! Ace glances up in shock, seemingly not believing Austin could have kicked out! Ace looks left and right before shaking his head and getting up, as Austin climbs to his knees. Ace waits for Austin to get to one knee, then bounces off the ropes and nails Austin with a shining wizard! Ace quickly gets back up, grabbing one of Austin's arms, and then stepping over Austin, and locking in the triangle choke!
RB-”This is it! Austin has nowhere to go, and no-one to save him!”
I've seen it all, and I've walked it tall
'Living in Sin' by Godsmack hits, and in the ring, Ace lets go of the triangle choke, standing up and staring at the stage, shaking his head. Its all in vain though as the entire arena EXPLODES because from the back out walks SATAN!!!!
GK-”You spoke too soon Rachel! Satan is here! Ace was lying!”
Ace quickly gets back into his mind game, turning to face Austin, but he is met by a right hand! Austin slowly gets back to his feet, and starts peppering Ace with right hands, as Satan reaches the ring and climbs up onto the apron. The referee steps over to stop him entering, and misses Casey stepping between the ropes, and slamming his foot into the back of Austin's neck again! Austin staggers forward, and Ace quickly hooks Austin's arms and drops him with the Vegas Special! The referee turns back just in time to see Ace covering Austin again. ONE...TW-NO! Satan is in and boots Ace, breaking the pin. Ace rolls away quickly, getting away from the angry giant, and tagging in Casey. Crusher has no hesitation stepping into the ring and staring down Satan. Before the two giants can come to blows though, the ref ushers Satan out of the ring, allowing Casey a chance to stomp on the slowly recovering Austin. Casey lifts Austin to his feet, and then whips him into a neutral corner, before following in him in and draping Austin's arms over the top rope, to hold him there. Casey takes a second to distract the ref, and Ace takes advantage, flipping the top and middle ropes, trapping Austin's arms between them and tying him into the corner!
GK-”Oh come on! First they tried to have a handicap match, and now there bending the rules at every opportunity.”
RB-”And there doing it all before Satan can do anything about it. It's brilliant!”
Casey finally comes back to Austin and just unleashes on him with a massive flurry of right and left jabs, to Austin's unprotected face and ribs. Casey is just unloading on Austin, but finally the referee spots Austins arms and he drags Casey away. The referee helps get Austin's arms free, but the second Austin is freed he crumples to the mat and doesn't move. Casey chuckles and then casually reaches out and lets Ace tag in. Casey then lifts Austin onto his shoulders in an electric chair position, and Ace leaps from the top rope and nails a Stack Blockbuster! Casey steps out of the ring, and Ace covers Austin again. ONE...TW-NO! Ace gets up quickly pointing out to the ref Satan attempting to step into the ring! The ref stops Satan getting into the ring, and Ace takes the chance to mock Satan behind the ref's back, enraging the big man into trying to get into the ring again, but the ref still stops him and Ace just chuckles. Ace turns back to face Austin, and cockily waits for him to rise to his feet before flipping him the double bird. Ace then goes to boot Stone Cold in the stomach, but Austin catches his foot! Austin tosses Ace's foot away and then lifts Ace up and spine busters him! Both men are down, but the crowd is picking up as they see Austin roll over!
GK-”Austin NEEDS the tag here! He needs the breather and you can just see the anger radiating off Satan.”
RB-”Why would Satan be angry? Thanks to Ace, he got to miss half the match, and now he actually appears to be good.”
Ace slowly rolls over and crawls to a corner. Unfortunately for him, its a neutral one and behind him AUSTIN TAGS IN SATAN! The roof is almost blown off the joint as Satan comes in and straight away runs over and smacks Casey off the apron. Satan follows through on the momentum, bouncing into the ropes and speeding across the ring, catching the turning Ace with a STIFF clothesline to the jaw! Ace goes down, but bounces straight back up into a HUGE uppercut, sending him back down again. Casey climbs up onto the apron, but Satan spots him and smacks him off the apron again before turning and catching a still woozy Ace, lifting him over a shoulder. Satan does a little circle in the ring showing Ace over his shoulder, then leaps and SLAMS his weight down onto Ace with a Powerslam! Satan hooks the leg ONE...TWO...THR-NO! Casey yanks Satan off Ace from outside the ring!
GK-”Casey just saved the Tag Titles there!”
RB-”I don't think so. Ace has a flare for the dramatic. He was just waiting until the last possible moment to kick out.”
Satan turns and glares at Casey, but shakes his head and stands up. Satan then drags Ace to his feet, and pushes him into the corner, where Satan unloads with a storm of punches, jabs, and chops. Finally Satan turns to walk away, and Ace staggers out, only to walk straight into a clothesline from Satan again! Ace does a half flip on impact and lands clutching at his head as Satan stands over him smirking. Satan then drags Ace out from the corner, laying him flat diagonally face up near the corner. Satan then steps on Ace's prone body, and steps onto the second turnbuckle with his right foot. He pushes up with his right foot, swinging his left leg up, and dropping a knee straight across Ace's ribs! Satan stands up and glares down at Ace who is clutching at his ribs. Satan yanks him up and whips him into the opposite ropes, and as Ace comes back Satan nails him with a Big Boot! Ace crumples down again, and Satan seems ready to pin him but then he spots Austin begging for a tag!
GK-”Austin wants revenge! Ace almost screwed him out of the Tag Titles earlier, and now Austin wants to get a little payback.”
Satan gladly walks over and tags in Austin, who storms into the ring and as Ace gets up he's met by a boot to the stomach. Austin continues to punch and kick at Ace for a few seconds, backing him into the ropes. Austin goes to whip Ace across the ring, but Ace slams on the brakes and sends Austin into the ropes instead, only to be met with a Lou Thesz Press as Austin returns! Austin smacks Ace with a few consecutive rights and then gets up and waits patiently for Ace. When Ace has gotten to his feet Ace slowly turns around and is met by a double finger salute! KICK WHAM ST-NO! As Austin turns to Stun Ace, Ace manages to hook the arm Austin is sending to lock around Ace's neck, and hooks Austin into the The Wildcard!!! Ace leans back on it, but when he sees Satan step into the ring, he shoves Austin off and straight into the ref! The ref goes down, but thats just the opportunity for mayhem as before Satan can catch Ace, he's met by Crusher Casey! The two big men stare each other down mid-ring, before Satan swings the first punch! Casey reels slightly, before countering with one of his own, and the two giants start slugging it out mid-ring, neither willing to back down! With the two giants distracting everyone, Ace slips from the ring and picks up a Tag Title belt! He slips back into the ring, and as Austin slowly gets up, Ace swings the belt at his head, only for Austin to duck it! By now Satan has backed Casey into the ropes and he steps back, before launching forward and clotheslining Casey out. Austin kicks Ace in the gut as he spins to face him, causing him to drop the belt. Austin hooks him for the Stunner again, but Ace shoves him off, and into Satan sending Satan over the top rope. Austin stumbles back around....AND INTO A SHOT FROM THE TAG TITLE BELT!!! The shot busts Austin wide open, Ace tosses the belt out of the ring, and the groggy referee awakens just in time to see Ace hooking Austins leg. ONE...............TWO...........THREE!!!!
Your Winners and STILL FHT/Elite Tag Team Champions, Crusher Casey and Ace Andrews
GK-”Of all the lowdown and dirty tricks I've seen tonight...”
RB-”Get off your high horse Gary. Ace did what he needed to do to retain those titles. Hate him for who he is if you must, but don't hate his tactics.”
Ace rolls from the ring quickly, and grabs both the tag belts. He quickly runs up the ramp, as an enraged Satan steps into the ring. Ace chuckles from the top of the ramp and raises both belts high, as Satan is seen checking on Austin, and Casey walks upto Ace, and together the two Uprising Members raise their titles high as we fade to commercial break.
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Post by Keith Williams on May 14, 2009 9:10:29 GMT -5
] Gary King:Its time for our main event of the evening! Rachel Beckett:Actually that was two matches ago, but once again your general manager decided to keep two deserving wrestlers down and have his match be the main event. Gary King:Don't you have some uprising um.."ego" to stroke? Rachel Beckett:What are you implying? Exactly what kind of woman do you think I am Gary? Gary King:Well.. Just then "Alcohol and Ass begins to start playing. The time keeper rings the bell as Jane McNeal is standing in the ring.Jane McNeal:Ladies and Gentlemen. Its time for the main event of FHT/Elite Supershow #2. This match is scheduled for one fall and is for the FHT World Heavyweight Championship. Coming to the ring first. He hails from Baltimore, MD. Weighting in tonight at 275 pounds. He is the FHT and Elite General Manager. He is Keith Williams! Those fans that haven't already been on their feet stand up as Keith Williams appears from the back. He makes his way down to the ring. He high fives a few fans as he makes his way down. He gets into the ring and starts to bounce off the ropes.Gary King:Keith Williams, one of the more decorated wrestlers we have on the roster. A grand slam champion many times over. Where he decided to wrestle, he eventually won gold. I have a bad feeling for Reaper tonight. Rachel Beckett:Oh please! He is a broken down has been. When was the last time he mattered? Reaper was speaking the truth about him earlier. Tonight Reaper is going to come out here and show these fans and you that Keith is just a former shell of a wrestler who should just go ahead and give up his spot to someone more worthy. Gary King:Like who? Ash Strife? Rachel Beckett:Exactly. Ash knows how to run a company. Haven't you seen the improvements he has made to this company since he took over as FHT Commissioner? Imagine how well this company would be running if he was made General Manager. Gary King:We would never see you coming out from under his desk.Rachel Beckett:Excuse me? Did you just say something? "Inside the fire" by Disturb hits. The fans who just a moment earlier was cheering, quickly turn it to a chorus of boos.Jane McNeal:And his opponent. From Fresno, California, weighing in at 239 lbs. He is the FHT Undisputed Champion. This is SOUL REAPER!!! Reaper makes his way out from the back. He has the FHT World title over his shoulder. He looks around at the FHT fans in disgust. He makes his way into the ring. He takes the FHT title off his shoulder and holds it in his hands. He gives the belt a kiss as he hands it over to the referee. The ref walks over and shows Keith the FHT title. Keith nods his head. The ref then holds the title over his head for the whole crowd to see. Light bulbs are seen going off capturing the moment.
The ref walks over and hands the belt over to the time keeper. He then walks over to Reaper. He checks him over for any foreign objects. He then walks over to Keith and repeats the process. He then looks at the time keeper and motions him to ring the bell.DING DING
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Post by Keith Williams on May 14, 2009 9:55:42 GMT -5
Gary King: And theres the bell. Both men seem to be circling each other in the early part of this match. Trying to feel each other out.
Rachel Beckett: You may call it feeling out. But I call it as I see it. Keith is afraid to lock up with Reaper. He never thought Reaper would come out and accept his challenge. He thought he could just declare himself the champ and never have to wrestle Reaper. Now he is reaping what he sowed. See what I did there? Reaping, Reaper?
Gary King: Groan.. Reaper and Keith look to be engaging in a Grecco-Roman knuckle lock. Reaper doesn't want to try and match power with Keith. Especially when he is fresh.
Keith and Reaper try to lock up but Reaper backs off. They try again and this time Keith backs off.
Gary King: Both men backing out of the lockup. Seems like both are trying to get into the others head early on here. Finally we get a lock up. Right now its even but if they stay locked up, I give the edge to Keith.
Rachel Beckett: Keith would be wise to not engage Reaper in this. Him being old and all, he will wind up getting gassed early and be easy picking for Reaper.
It seems to be a stalemate between the two in the test of strength. But Keith eventually gets the upper hand. He slowly begins to lower Reaper to the mat. Reapers shoulders touch the mat. The ref is in position... 1 2 Reaper manages to get a shoulder up. Keith powers that shoulder back down. The ref goes for another count. 1 2 Reaper manages to get the other shoulder up in time. Keith forces that shoulder down. The ref goes for another count. 1 2 Reaper this time bridges out of the pinfall attempt. Reaper then starts to power himself back up to a standing position.
Gary King: What power being displayed by the FHT World Champion. Bridging out of a pinfall attempt and making his way back up to his feet!
Keith and Reaper continue the test of strength. Reaper somehow is managing to win the test now. But Keith wisely lets go of the hold before Reaper manages to get him to the mat.
Both men circle each other. Finally they lock up in a elbow-collar lockup. Keith forces Reaper to the ropes. Keith then irish whips him into the ropes. Reaper bounces off and Keith attempts a clothesline. Reaper ducks the clothesline and hits the other set of ropes. Reaper manages to grab the ropes as Keith has risen his foot.
Gary King: Reaper was lucky that he was able to grab the top rope. If he hadn't, Keith was ready to hit him with the last call.
Keith looks at Reaper and gives the gesture of "almost had you". Reaper just shakes his head. They lock up again. Keith slips behind Reaper and looks to attempt a atomic drop, but Reaper floats over the top. Reaper then attempts to lock in the eternal sleep! Keith manages to get to the ropes in time. Keith turns around to see Reaper now doing the 'almost had you" gesture. Keith then kicks the rope.
Gary King: Both men are looking to end this one early. First Keith with the last call and now Reaper with the eternal sleep.
Keith then nods his head. Both men get back to the middle of the ring and are circling each other. Reaper strikes first with a kick to the back of Keith's leg. Keith jumps a little. Reaper then hits him with another kick to the leg.
Rachel Beckett: Smart move here by Reaper. Charlie Horse that leg and Keith won't be able to set up for his version of a superkick
Reaper goes for a third kick, but Keith manages to grab the leg. He nails Reaper with a dragon leg whip. Reaper lands on the mat and quickly rolls so that he is facing Keith. Reaper slowly gets back up, the whole time keeping a eye on Keith.
Both men lock up again. Keith backs Reaper once again up to the rope. He whips him once more. This time when Reaper comes off the rope. Keith lowers himself attempting a back body drop. Reaper jumps over Keith and bounces off the ropes. He comes off and nails Keith with a picture perfect dropkick. Keith hits the mat and quickly gets back up. Reaper nails him with another dropkick. Keith hits the mat and gets up again. Reaper hits another. Reaper goes for a pin. 1 2 Keith powers out before the count of 3.
Keith makes his way up in the corner. Reaper comes over and begins to start throwing punches at Keith. The ref tries to get in the way. Reaper looks at him and the ref backs up. But that is all it takes as Keith grabs Reaper by the shoulders and throws him into the turnbuckles. Keith then begins to deliver haymakers of his own. The ref comes back in and pushes Keith backwards.
Keith gentle pushes the ref to the side. He then makes a run at Reaper, who moves in the nick of time. Keith is stunned. Reaper grabs Keith and throws him shoulder first into the steel post. Reaper then grabs Keiths trunks and rolls him up. The ref goes down into position. Reaper then puts his foot on the rope. 1 2 The ref stops his count and begins to yell at Reaper for using the ropes as leverage.
Reaper just shrugs him off. Reaper grabs Keiths arm and drags him back into the corner. Reaper slips to the outside. He reaches in and grabs Keiths arm. He then rams it into the steel post. Reaper not satisfied grabs the arm and does it once more.
Keith quickly backs up holding his shoulder. Reaper slides back into the ring. Reaper goes to grab the injured shoulder but Keith delivers a few blows into the midsection of Reaper. But Reaper manages to stop any momentum by delivering a elbow to the shoulder droping Keith.
Reaper then grabs the arm and pulls back on it.
Gary King: Normally this is a wear down move, but with that injured shoulder, this has turned into a submission maneuver. The only problem I see Reaper having is that Keith has never given up in the whole time he has been here in FHT.
Rachel Beckett: Well then Gary, be prepared to see history made tonight. Keith doesn't have the heart or guts anymore. He'll tap to this and once again Reaper will prove he is the superior wrestler.
Reaper torques back on that arm. The ref is asking Keith if he wants to give up, but Keith keeps shaking his head no. Keith then begins to reposition himself. He begins to pull himself across the mat towards the ropes. Finally he makes it. The ref begins to issue the 5 count.
Gary King: Ok Keith is in the ropes. Break the hold Reaper.
Rachel Beckett: Chill Gary. Reaper has till the count of 5 to break the hold.
The ref gets to 4 and a half and Reaper lets go of the hold. He gets to his feet and begins to intimate the ref. Keith meanwhile has slipped to the outside of the ring. He is moving his arm trying to get the blood flowing back in it.
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Post by Keith Williams on May 14, 2009 10:20:31 GMT -5
Reaper notices that Keith has slipped to the outside. He slides out of the ring and sneaks behind Keith. He nails him in the shoulder. Keith goes back down. Reaper then grabs the arm and drags Keith over to the ring post. Reaper looks to nail the arm on the post again, but somehow Keith manages to pull Reaper headfirst into the post. Reaper staggers backward.
Keith then grabs the stunned Reaper and throws him into the steel steps. Keith then slides back into the ring and then right back out, to break the count. Keith then grabs some production cables and wraps them around Reapers neck.
Rachel Beckett: Thats cheating. Ref call for the bell. Disqualify him immediately!
Gary King: Rachel, this is FHT, there are no disqualification in title matches!
The camera gets a upclose of Reaper and you can see his eyes starting to bulge out. Keith lets go of the cables and once again slides into the ring and back out so that the match can continue.
Keith then walks over to the announce table. He flips the cover off of the table. He then throws the tvs and mics to the floor. He then walks over and drags Reaper to the table. He rolls him onto the table. Keith then makes him way up to the table. He drags Reaper up and sets him up for a shadowbomb. But is unable to. He quickly grabs his arm. Reaper out of instinct does a backflip sending Keith crashing into the spanish announce table!
The fans begin to chant FHT! FHT!. Reaper takes a second to catch his breath. He then hops off the announce table and makes his way over to the broken spanish announce table. He picks Keith up and drags him back over to the ring. He rolls him inside Reaper then grabs a steel chair.
Reaper rolls back in with the chair. Reaper raises it above his head. The ref grabs the chair. Reaper has a look of shock on his face. The ref goes and throws the chair out of the ring. When he turns around, he is met by a hard right punch from Reaper!
Gary King: Reaper just struck the ref!
Rachel Beckett: Remember what you just said, there is no disqualification
Reaper walks over to Keith and gets to pick him. Keith rolls him up for a pin, but with no ref there is no count. Reaper manages to free him. He then stomps on the wounded arm of Keith. Reaper once again goes and picks Keith up. He body slams him near the corner. Reaper then slips out to the outside of the ring. He makes his way up to the top rope.
Gary King: Reaper going for the touch of death!
Just then the crowd begins to pop. Akuma Ninja is seen running down to the ring. He quickly hops up to the ring apron and pushes Reaper off of the top rope. Reaper flys and lands head first on the outside wall. Ninja then walks over and picks up Reaper. He slides him into the ring. Ninja picks up Reaper and nails him with the red on impact. Ninja then slides out of the ring and slowly walks to the back.
Gary King: If you were to tell me that Ninja would come out here and save Keith, I would had called you a liar!
Rachel Beckett: I think it was more of Ninja wanting to screw Reaper, then him trying to help out Keith. I got a feeling Ninja could care less about what happens to Keith.
Keith has managed to make it back to his feet. He looks down at a fallen Reaper. He looks to the crowd who is popping huge now. A smile comes across Keiths face. He bends down and picks up Reaper. He puts him in position for a shadowbomb.
Gary King: Keith going for another shadowbomb. Last time he ended up tasting the spanish announce table. Will he be more successful this time?
Keith picks Reaper up and nails the shadowbomb! He goes for the cover as the ref has slowly made his way over to the duo..
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Post by Keith Williams on May 14, 2009 10:23:33 GMT -5
The following was written by Andre
Gary King - Keith is going for the pin ! ! ! We can have a new champion ! ! !
Keith makes the cover.
Referee - ONE . . . TWO . . . THRE . . .
W H A C K ! ! !
Rachel Beckett - NO! What’s he doing!?!
Just as the referee’s hand is about to come down for the three count, crowning a new champion, Andre Roussimoff whacks Keith in the back with a steel chair.
Gary King - Where did he even come from?
Rachel Beckett - He came right from the crowd and just cost Keith a chance at winning the title!
Andre continues to smash the chair into Keith’s back as the ref calls for the bell.
Rachel Beckett - Somebody get out here and stop him!
Andre lifts Keith up onto his shoulders and slams him down hard on top of the chair with a Death Valley Driver. But Andre doesn’t stop there. He quickly lifts Keith up and ties his arms up in the ropes before heading out the outside. He quickly goes under the ring and pulls out a couple huge strands of barb wire. Andre slides back into the ring with the barb wire, and for good measure, wraps it around Keith William’s already tied up arms. Andre grabs a mic from the outside and sits in the corner Indian style, rocking back and forth franticly.
Andre Roussimoff - hehehe… you did it. This is all on your hands.
you brought it back.
He’s bACK because of you. i knew you’d do it.
You heLd the key to the pain . . .
He’s coming back and it is all yOUr fault.
Andre leaps up off the mat and stairs in Keith’s face.
Andre Roussimoff - He is here tonight. He’s back because of you.
he’s here now.
Let me INTroduce hiM to you . . .
Andre points to the stage as everyone is waiting to see who is coming out.
Andre Roussimoff - Come on out my friend reveal yourself.
Time passes, but no one shows up.
Gary King - No one is coming out.
The fans begin to charter amongst themselves.
Andre Roussimoff - Why Keith? Why did you take it from me?
Andre turns back around and drops to him knees in front of Keith.
Andre Roussimoff - … It’s all I had. and you RIPPED it away from me!
You puSHed and pROdded me until I snapped.
Then you tOOk it all away from me.
yOU took it all.
It was… my true love.
Now I take away what you love.
First tHe title.
now . . . your giRl.
Keith Williams - You stay away from her you son of a bitch ! ! !
Andre Roussimoff - NO! you didn’t stay away. NO! you took it all from me.
For moNths I laid in gutters… in cat piss, puking up blood from the pain…
the pain of not hAVing it.
The rage… the revenge blacKed me out.
I wondered AIMLESSLY trying to find it.
Where was it? I don’t know, becAUse someone took it from me.
Then loAthing and putridness that engulfed my body and mind brought me here.
You will PaY. In the enD they always do.
Tell her keith. Tell her to come out.
Keith Williams - FUCK YOU!
Andre Roussimoff - fuck me… hehehe…
Andre begins to smash the microphone into Keith’s forehead, busting him open pretty good.
Andre Roussimoff - CALL HER OUT HERE YOU SON OF A BITCH ! ! !
Andre drops the mic and grabs the steel chair.
Gary King - DAMN IT! Get someone out here! He’s going to kill him.
All of a sudden Melody comes running down the ramp. Andre drops the chair in the middle of the ring as a smirk comes over his face.
Rachel Beckett - No Melody. Get out of here!
Keith struggle to get free, but there is no use. Keith is tied up tight. All he is doing is digging the barb wire in deeper into his skin. Andre pick the mic back up.
Andre Roussimoff - good to see you Melody. Come on. Come into the ring.
Melody, who was about to get onto the apron, backs off as Andre steps over to the ropes and holds them open for her. Melody continues to back off.
Andre Roussimoff - Get in the DAMN ring!!!
Melody starts to run off to the back, but Andre quickly jumps out of the ring and grabs her by the hair. He drags back to the ring and throws her in. Keith continues to franticly break free, but all he is doing is carving his arm away. Melody, who is on her back, tries to push herself away, but Andre grabs her leg and pulls her back to the middle of the ring.
Andre Roussimoff - Where are you going honey. All I want to do is talk . . . maybe . . .
Andre lifts Melody up by the hair and grabs her. He forces her face next to his as they both look at Keith.
Andre Roussimoff - first the title… now you girl . . .
Andre grabs Melody’s head and snaps backwards, smashing her head into the steel chair with a DDT. Andre gets back up and crawls over to Keith, who is going crazy.
Andre Roussimoff - You did this keith.
You brought him back.
All of this is on your hands. You broke me, now it’s time I break you . . .
Revenge is a BITCH ! ! !
Andre grabs his mask and wig and pulls it off to reveal . . .
[Highlight the text below to see who is under the mask.]
IT’S “SICK” NICK ! ! !
Gary King - I CAN’T BELIEVE IT ! ! ! HE’S BACK ! ! ! HE’S BACK ! ! !
The Supershow goes off the air as the fans are going nuts . . .
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