FHT/ELITE Oldschool Classics - July 3rd, 2009

[The F'N Legend Lbm]

Saturday, July 3^RD, 2009

Recorded BBC Television Centre, London, England.--------------------

show
[date]

someone vs someone


FHT 24/7 SHOW
[Early 2003]

"Sick" Nick vs. Mike Piazza


ELITE EVOLUTION
[2nd Jan 2007]

Soul Reaper vs. Lbm


ELITE SUPERSHOW X
[11th Dec 2005]

Dark Angel vs. Blade


FEATURING
FHT & ELITE
LEGENDS

Ma$ter Inc. / Gavin A Young / David Hughes / Edgecutioner /
Trippy P / Red Ninja / Venom / Aaron Capone /
D'Marcus Brown / _the j-man / Killer / Ace Andrews /
Stone Cold Steve Austin / Krull / Straightcurve / Virus the Klown
The Peep's Champ / Blade / Lbm / Crazy Ash Killa /
ShadowWalker / Satisfaction / Reverend Daddy Joe / Terrell Odom /
Max Venom / Dark Angel / Blue / The Punisher

& Many More FHT/ELITE Alumni



- OLDSCHOOL CLASSIC HOST -
Wally Wilson

- SPECIAL GUEST CO-HOST -
Sally Wilson

Wally Wilson: Welcome once again to FHT/ELITE Oldschool Classics! Earliar this week Comissioner Ash Strife in one of his last acts, brought this show back to life for the rest of its originally billed six week run! Tonite promises to be the biggest and best episode yet with my guest host... My daughter Sally Wilson!

Sally Wilson: Hey Daddy!

Wally Wilson: Sally has had quite a career here in FHT/ELITE starting out as one of the original voices of ELITE commentating along with Gary King! She later became ELITE General Manager before being fired and of course she married The F'N Legend Lbm!

Sally Wilson: Twice...

[The F'N Legend Lbm]

Wally Wilson: First off tonite we go back to January 2nd 2007, for the first episode of ELITE Evolution! Back then ELITE would change the name of it's flagship programme every year!

Sally Wilson: At the time ELITE had just said goodbye to long time booker _the j-man, who retired having steered the ELITE for the last two years! Wanting to kick off the new year with a bang, Lbm would take on Soul Reaper for the ELITE Heavyweight Championship!

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RINGSIDE

We cut to the ringside area were EMTs have just escorted David Hughes and Gary King out on stretchers following the hellacious attack by new undisputed champion D'Marcus Brown! The crowd applaud both men as they disappear behind the curtain. At ringside the commentary table lies empty until ELITE "jobber for life" Brad Baxter appears and puts on the head set.

Brad Baxter:[/b] Gary King and David Hughes on their first night on the job together have just been taken out! My name is Brad Baxter and right here your'e listening to the last resort. I guess I'm gonna be calling the rest of the action tonite solo!

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LOCKER ROOM

Shalonda is standing by backstage with one half of the new ELITE tag team champions, [the f'n legend] Lbm! Lbm who is usually quite jovial seems serious tonite as he is standing patiently waiting to speak!

Shalonda: My guest at this time. He is the head of talent relations and right now "acting" administrator of ELITE. Lbm!

Lbm: My real name is Deon Hart! You people know me as the often controversial superstar who is right now one half of the tag team champions Lbm. My job however goes beyond what you see in the ring. In December 2004 myself along with my friend _the j-man (NIK) co-founded this wrestling federation and named it ELITE!

We invited the best wrestlers from around the world to come and showcase their talents here! For close to two years we co-ran this place together. Every decision, every angle, ever firing and every hiring went through us and was vented through our on screen commissioners and authority people! The Powers That Be, Mr Peterson, Robb Saunders, Ca$ino, Marcus Gold and Keith Williams respectively.

In November 2006 after 23 months, my business partner - the man who's name was on the deeds to this company - Nik - stepped down from his position and left this company! ELITE didn't just lose a great wrestler and talent - it lost the man who has kept this company together since the beginning. In his absense I Deon Hart now inherit this company and will with all my heart and soul continue his and my vision and keep ELITE going into it's third year.

This task I will be honest with you that I find very intimidating and right now I am struggling to keep. At present I am looking for someone to step up and take over the inenviable task of booking this federation. However as of right now I am the man calling the shots around here. Some people around here don't like it. And well I can't say I'm overly thrilled with the situation here either. In an ideal world Nik would still be here and doing this thankless job - but he ain't!

I'm only telling you this now on screen finally because of situations that are beyond my control. Three weeks ago the ELITE World Heavyweight Champion Soul Reaper who up until that point I had a tremendous amount of respect for and a great working relationship with came out here and chose to air some of his feelings on the current situation of this business!

Chris Lyle aka Reaper is very flustrated man right now! After 8 months as ELITE World Heavyweight Champion, Chris Lyle feels that ELITE has wronged him and he wanted to vent this anger publicly. This is ELITE Evolution. ELITE has evolved since it first started and well one way it has evolved is that going forward is we wanna protray real life on our show. Well this is as real as pro wrestling gets right here!

Chris Lyle is a whinging moronic piece of human shit! Chris Lyle who in this industry is one of the most respected veterans is a pain in my ass. Lets go back to the beginning Chris Lyle. Going in to 2006 your career was much like your tired gimmick - DEAD! After meaningless matches and tag title runs you were going no where in this company or indeed in any wrestling company!

Honestly - I didn't like you Chris. I saw a guy with a lot of hype around him, but the fact was I didn't see what all the fuss was about. Nik saw something in you. I thought maybe it was the marijuna clouding his judgement but he liked you. He suggested we hook up and do something together. And so I went to work and went to bat for this company like I have always done! I took you into the ring Chris Lyle and made you look like a star. Damn it I brought the best out in you and yeah credit were it's due - you brought the best out in me! Match of the Year/Feud of the Year.

We did some honest to gawd amazing shit in that ring together and when it was all over. One night later on ELITE Creations. When the fans were all over both of us - what happened? You got the world title shot! I got shit! Thanks for coming Lbm! Thanks for all your hard work - we're gonna make Soul Reaper the number one contender! All my hard work benefitted one man Chris Lyle and it was you - not me. And how quickly you've forgotten all that Chris Lyle.

You became ELITE World Heavyweight Champion! And you became champion because of the momentum I gave you. You know people have been all over me recently because of the vacating of the tag team titles - belts which no one gave a fuck about until I did something with them I might add. People like to say Lbm is on some sort of ego trip or that only "the wonder boys" in ELITE get a shot. Well you know how many title shots Lbm got in 2006? NONE!

Despite the fact that I beat the Soul Reaper clean in January. I pinned him in a tag match in December. I pinned him for the very same belt he now wears in the Ultimate ELITE tournament! Hell I went all the way to the finals of that tournament and I still didn't get me a shot! And that was Nik's decision! He wanted us to let the other guys have a shot while we made stars! Well Chris Lyle let me tell you something.

Name one other fucker in this company who worked harder in 2006 than me? Name one other fucker who made more stars in this company than Lbm? Hah? Call this the Lbm ego trip talking if you will - but if there was any other wrestler who out performed me in the ring or on the microphone in 2006 - well let him speak now because there wasn't one.

Chris Lyle you wanna complain and bitch and moan about everything since you've been champion. Well heres the cold hard truth broken down for you... Why you blaming ELITE for dropping the ball on your world title reign when you did all by yourself. I mean the premise for ELITE a long time ago thats still in affect today - unlike every other shit federation - well we give you the power to create your own success. You want something - you take it. The freedom is there son! You ain't happy as champion around here - well its your fucking fault.

For 5 months there has been the ELITE undisputed championship belt which shouldn't have been ressurrected. It's a disgrace. Your the true champion. But you let three other men since then walk around here claiming to be the man. A long time ago Chris Lyle you would have had the balls to step up and take them down. But instead you've sat back and let it happen. You say guys have run out on you all this time??? Well here's the deal jackass!

I'm not gonna run anywhere. I'm here and though some guys might not like it - I ain't goin nowhere! Nik thought I shouldn't have been in title contention. Thats fine. Well Nik's gone! And I know I'm the best this company has. I've worked harder in the ring and outside the ring dealing with all the petty bullshit for two years. I ain't missed one pay per view in the entire time here! think I deserve me a title shot! And well in the true spirit of ELITE - as I've always said. You want something? You take it!

Lbm/Reaper 3 tonite Chris Lyle. I'll give you the best damn fight of your entire title run! And ultimately your last fight of your entire title run! The ELITE Evolution of Violence begins tonite! Lbm vs Soul Reaper 3 for the heavyweight championships - barbed wire rope! Fuck you Reaper! Fuck you!

[The F'N Legend Lbm]

We go to the back where Reaper is storming his way out to the ring. Security tries to intervene, but they get tossed aside like children, camera men are also not shown any mercy and everybody else just gets out of the way. He reaches the curtain and his music plays, he looks over to the sound man and signals to cut it. Reaper walks out down the aisle and down the ramp. The time keeper throws a mic in the ring, to avoid conflict, and Reaper slides into the ring and grabs it.

"Lets all give a nice round of applause to LBM for making yet another 'Shoot.' Whats that make Dijon? 1... 200 now? Face the facts shithead, its your gimmick. People know its coming a mile away, and to think that you actually surprised anybody is absolutely ridiculous. Honestly, do you think you told any of these people anything they didn't already know? NEWS FLASH DIJON, unlike most of you cowardly pieces of shit back in the back, I don't hide anything from these people at all. They pay money to watch me go out and perform, not work some dramatic angle or soap orpera bullshit. I can break you down so fast that you'll think people will start thinking that we came from the same mold of 'shoot' artists. The only difference is, you do it for YOUR own personal gain and satisfaction and I do it for the purpose of putting forth the truth that you try to hide from everybody. So lets have some goddamn fun shall we.

I saw that David showed up again.. what gimmick have you forced down his throat this time? Is it gonna wind up getting him fired again for basically no reason at all? That was all your doing Dijon. Another shocker would be that Reece, ya know Dark Angel a.ka. Daniel Ice, was basically given and propped up as THE MAN of booking with all these great ideas. You know who told me that? You D. Where's he now? He walked out on your ass, just like Nik did. Just like 'Sick Nick' did too, anybody seen where he's been lately? FHT STILL, and PWA. Thats it, not working for this company, and do you want to know why. Its because theres nobody here that wants to fucking work. And Dijon, being the big fucking pussy that he is, is letting people do NOTHING. You are too afraid that you might hurt a friend of yours to tell them that they've done fuck all and need to step it up.

Nobody did. I stepped up when you asked me to, and now all of a sudden you're just going to shit on me and blame me for your lack of balls. Fuck that D. I've been here, I've asked YOU personally for a helping hand. NOT to do anything for me, but just a little extra prodding to my so called 'opponents.' You did a nice big bunch of fuck all for that too.... no You were too busy taking vacations and treating this place like it didn't matter. So I followed suit, bitch. If the owner could give a shit about it, then I'm not gonna force people to work here. I'll help the people that ask me for help, but anybody else can fuck right off, homie. This is YOUR company, maybe YOU should start acting like it and taking care of it better instead of pawning off the work on the most unreliable pieces of crap you can find.

8 fucking months big shot. 8 fucking months of inconsistent booking ON YOUR PART that you will not even live up to. When I wanted to face Colin, you pushed some other douche. When you finally booked Colin, he already had his foot out the fucking door. Dark Angel... or Daniel Ice... not my idea, that was a collaboration on your parts, and Blade was added. Something that YOU told me you were against from the start, BUT you didn't want to man up and stop it. So here's the news D. I can name 1 person that outshined you in every respect in the past year... Me, I can name another man that outshined you in the ring alone and that was Killer. A man that outshined you on the mic could easily have been any number of folks. And half of OUR angle, was my doing. So before you get on your high and mighty ego trip where all that matters is Dijon fucking Harte, remember that those matches would have been average had it been anybody else working with your punkass. And if I recall, it wasn't even MY IDEA TO HOLD THE BELT, you lousy cunt, it was Killers and Yours. I KNEW this shit was going to happen and thats why I was against it in the first place. I fucking TOLD YOU well before hand and you promised me that you would help handle it... well 8 months later Dijon... where the fuck have you been? Jacking around some new bitch in the backroom, or lounging around on vacation or trying to tell other people to handle your dirty work for you, thats where you've been. You've been nothing short of a load of shit owner to this place, and you wonder why all of your 'friends' walked the fuck out on you.

As far as the Undisputed piece of aluminum... Blue's fault and since you were too busy being lazy, you let Reece handle it and since they were really cool, they went right on ahead with it. Again, had you had the fucking sack to say something, it could have been stopped dead in its tracks. I may have a small amount of power around the business, but since you basically gave Reece the keys, he was in charge and there was no way to stop that from going through, And I bet, had you guys wanted to combine them, I would have been jobbed out to that punk who walked for the second time, in Blue. Sometimes I wish that could have went down, just to show how useless you fuckers can be.

So heres the fucking deal for you, you cocksucker, I kicked my belt out to the trash can last time I saw you, I suspect that you still have it, because I don't, so here I am, bitch, bring it out here and lets throw down like real men. Or in this case one man and your childish ass... oh and before you start pawning off all of the fact that you weren't in contention for the title on Nik... yeah, bullshit, that was all your plans bud. I say let the crew put up the wire now, and you bring my belt out here and we'll fucking go right now, you worthless, cowardly little faggot. Its obvious you wanted to get under my skin... but instead I think I'll just peel yours off your sorry ass. Lets do this fuckin' thing son. I'm ready."

[The F'N Legend Lbm]

ELITE HEAVYWEIGHT
CHAMPIONSHIP
FIRST TIME IN ELITE HISTORY
~BARBED WIRE ROPE MATCH~
Soul Reaper [c]
vs
Lbm

NOTHING ELSE MATTERS hits...[/color]

The crowd pop as we enter the main event of the evening. Metallica plays out signalling the arrival of the oldschool shooter known affectionately as [the f'n legend] with a sea of pyrotechnics. With one of the tag team title belts draped over his shoulder Lbm seems as intense and focused as he ever was as he walks to the ring and surveys the barbed wire which during the break has been sprawled all around the ring. No ring ropes. Only mesh upon mesh of uncoiled barbed wire draped around each ring post. Referee Leon Spinx stands in the ring wearing protective gloves and specially designed long sleeved referee's jacket. Lbm cautiously crawls below the mesh and is in the ring still wearing his t-shirt![/color]

Gary King: Fuck you D'Marcus Brown - you won't keep me from calling the first ever Barbed Wire No Ring Rope Match here in ELITE! Lbm/Reaper 3! It's been nearly ten months since these two last got it on! And this very real deep seeded hatred has been simmering ever since!

Brad Baxter: Reaper has had one of the most dominant reigns as ELITE Heavyweight Champion in history. But tonite on the first episode ever of ELITE Evolution! I don't know - this HAS to be the biggest challenge of Reaper's reign thus far!

DOWN hits...

Huge ovation as the music of the ELITE Heavyweight Champion Soul Reaper hits in the arena. With the belt draped over his shoulder every single person in the ELITE Arena tonite give a huge show of respect to arguably the biggest name in indy wrestling right now! The veteran and well respected Reaper shows no fear or intimidation as he walks straight for the ring and immediately removes his belt and slides under the bottom strand of barbed wire and into the ring and immediately steps right into the face of [the f'n legend] Lbm! Manchester Evening News Arena is upstanding and cheering as his music stops and Lbm & Reaper stand nose to nose in the centre of this barbed wire hell!

Gary King: Listen to this place! MEN Arena has never EVER been as loud as this! For the very first time in history of ELITE and indeed for the first time ever in the United Kingdom - a barbed wire no ring rope match for the ELITE Heavyweight Championship!

Brad Baxter: These two have already brutally ripped each other apart in interviews tonite! This is as real as anything EVER in ELITE! Legitimately these two hate each other and with Keith Williams apparently gone - who the hell has the power to stop these two from killing each other!

LETS GO REAPER... LETS GO LBM...
LETS GO REAPER... LETS GO LBM...

The double sided chants reign out as the ring bell dings and immediately on the bell the battle is on as both men with taped hands/knuckles trade rights and lefts to the face and body in a scene that very quickly begins to resemble Fight Club. Lbm scores with a vicious shot to the jaw of Reaper as we see spit flying from his mouth. With four shots to the mouth another shot from Lbm to the jaw of Reaper sees a huge spit of blood flying across the ring. Reaper spits blood into the face of Lbm as he fires back with hard hard right hands to the nose and eye of Lbm. Lbm is red around the eye as niether man pull their punches!

Reaper fires off a vicious right to the side of Lbm's head. Lbm's head drops as Reaper shoves his head down. Lbm pulls back up and Reaper clocks him with another right that puts Lbm down to one knee. Still on one knee Lbm attempts to keep punching but Reaper clocks him and hits him again... again... again... again. Lbm falls to the mat as Reaper has won this boxing war. Referee Leon Spinx steps in the way as Lbm is down and pushes Reaper away as he checks on Lbm as applause rings out from the crowd.

Lbm shakes his head indicating he is fine or at least wants to continue as Lbm pulls himself up and runs at Reaper with a take down/weak looking spear. Reaper goes down as Lbm falls on top of him battering away at Reaper's face and midsection as Reaper attempts to block the shots with knees to Lbm's gut. Lbm is pulled off Reaper by Spinx as Lbm pushes the referee Leon Spinx out of the way and again dives of Reaper. Lbm is pulling at Reaper's ear and elbowing him in the nose and face again as more blood comes from Reaper's mouth. Lbm drops his elbow six times in sucession on Reaper's nose and blood trickles down it now as again Spinx pulls Lbm off Reaper to check on the champion.

Cheers now for [the f'n legend] as Lbm is panting and enraged. Reaper gets back up now pulling himself up on a strand of barbed wire which comes away some what as it isn't strong enough to hold the champion's weight. Reaper tries to pull the barbed wire out but Lbm runs at him kicking his hand out of the barbed wire. Lbm kicks Reaper in the gut and then several quick kicks to the leg to try and down Reaper. He does as he grabs his ankle and begins to stomp away on it. Lbm drags Reaper over to the strands of barbed wire as Reaper still has enough in him to kick and kick Lbm out of the way.

Reaper tries to get back to his feet now and walk it off but Lbm is right there with a vicious dropkick to the knee of Reaper. Reaper goes down as Lbm is on him again grabbing his leg and kicking in. Lbm kicks his knee in in quick sucession as Reaper screams out in pain. Lbm grabs Reaper by the end now and picks him up and atomic drops him on his knee. Reaper is in trouble here as Lbm picks him up and drops him knee first to the canvas. Lbm takes a moment to plan his next moves as he goes to the outside of the ring sliding below the strands of barbed wire and pulls a chair into the ring.

Lbm with the chair in his hand places his foot over the leg of Reaper. The champion tries to break it as Lbm brings the steel metal folding chair crashing down across Reaper's knee. Reaper screams as Lbm does it again. And then again. Lbm is trying to break Reaper's leg here. Lbm puts the chair opening it and folding it around his ankle. He takes a running knee drop to the chair that hurts him but hurts Reaper more as Reaper screams in pain. Lbm raises his hands sensing victory as he begins to drag Reaper over to the barbed wire by the ankle. LBM WRAPS THE LEG OF REAPER IN BETWEEN TWO STRANDS OF BARBED WIRE! The wire sticks into Reaper's leg shredding his tights. Lbm rolls under the bottom strand now and grabs Reaper's leg from outside the ring.[/color]

Gary King: Oh my gawd he's trying to rip that leg off Reaper!!! That is digusting!

Brad Baxter: This is a brutal disgusting sadistic assault on our ELITE Heavyweight Champion!

Lbm pulls at Reaper's ankle from outside the ring pulling him closer as Reaper's body/lower torso is now being pulled through the barbed wire as if Lbm were slicing cheese. Reaper's testicles are close to the barbed wire as Lbm pulls for all his life and with his good leg Reaper tries to kick him out of the way. With all his frame Reaper pulls his leg and pulls himself into the ring more. Lbm slides in under the rope again as Reaper kicks him in the head as he gets in. Lbm is dazed as Reaper kicks him again in the head as he lies under the bottom strand of barbed wire with his legs hanging off the apron. Reaper crawls to the outside through the wire at the other side with blood now pouring from his nose, mouth and inside of his legs. Reaper climbs up on the apron were Lbm is lying and puts his arms through the wire sitting on Lbm's back!!!

CAMEL CLUTCH THROUGH THE BARBED WIRE SHREDS! Reaper applies a camel clutch pulling the back, neck and head of Lbm into contact with the wire. It cuts Reaper somewhat too but Lbm screams as every struggle he does increases the pain and blood shed. Lbm bleeds from the back of the neck and his back as Reaper pulls the hold tighter as Spinx executes a worthless five count which the champion ignores! Reaper releases it as he falls back to the concrete floor. He lies for a minute as he crawls back into the ring and is on his feet limping but gets a good cheer.

Reaper picks up Lbm and rips whats left of his t-shirt at the back exposing 5/6 cuts on his back and neck. Reaper then stands Lbm up. Reaper whips Lbm into the ropes back first as the crowd go ooohh as Lbm connects back first with the wire! The place goes "holy shit" as Lbm sticks to the wire through his clothes and skin. Lbm screams as he stands frozen before trying to walk out of it with the wire tugging at his skin and shirt. He is free as the camera shows his now pierced back. REAPER SMILES... He runs at him and tackles him into the wire. Lbm and Reaper fall onto the ropes made up of barbed wire with Lbm taking it back first and Reaper on top of him. The crowd go crazy as Reaper lies there for a second as Lbm lies in the barbed wire ropes unable to move.

Reaper moves back into the centre of the ring grabbing the chair. Still limping Reaper positions the chair opened up in the middle of the ring. Reaper backs up. In an ode to sabu Reaper runs at the chair jumps up on it and launces his whole body in a splash into Lbm in the ropes. The mesh of barbed wire snaps under the weight as Reaper and Lbm are engulfed in the wire following the move. HOLY FUCK chants replace the SHIT chants now as Lbm convulses in the wire and Reaper screams in pain as the barbed wire has pierced him just above the eyebrow. Reaper is trying to get out as Lbm convulses still. Leon Spinx helps free Reaper but as Lbm convules Spinx produces wire clippers to help pull him out as does a ring crew member.[/color]

Gary King: Lbm has just been ripped to shreds by that barbed wire. Lbm's back is bleeding from what looks to be 15 lacerations at least. His ass, his back, his neck, his head, his legs... I have never seen someone this busted up. Look at his jeans which are now soiled in blood that must be coming from below them.

Brad Baxter: This is a blood bath already right here! Reaper has just dominated Lbm!!!

[The F'N Legend Lbm]

Evolution returns as Reaper picks up Lbm in the centre of the ring and german suplexes him hard on the mat. He holds on ala Eddie Guerrero and attempts another one but Lbm blocks it and reverses it and nails one of his own. The crowd cheer as Lbm then still locked in the german and hits a second one. Still Reaper is locked in as Lbm hurting tremendously pulls Reaper back a little. He looks behind him as he goes to hit it. The crowd know what Lbm is going for. Lbm hits a german suplex on Reaper into barbed wire!!! Reaper goes back first into it as Lbm is out of the way. Reaper screams out in pain as he quickly tries to pull himself out of it.

With help from Spinx Reaper is freed as Lbm takes this oppurtunity to cover Reaper. One, Two... Reaper kicks out easily as kicks his opponent a few more times as he gets up. Lbm starts to pull at the shreds of barbed wire cut by the clippers moments earliar to pull Reaper/Lbm out of the mesh. He manages to free up a strand. Lbm wraps around Reaper's neck choking and cutting him in the neck as he does it. This is very dangerous as Spinx is all over Lbm. Lbm ties it tighter now as Reaper can not breathe.

Lbm is incensed as Reaper has gone blue. Finally Lbm releases it as he wraps the barbed wire round his taped fist. He gets on top of Reaper and punches at his head busting Reaper open big time. Lbm gets off now as he picks up Reaper for a piledriver. Lbm picks up Reaper for a piledriver and has Reaper in the air as he begins to walk slightly toward the mesh of Barbed wire dislodged on the canvas. Reaper fights out of it though breaking the hold. He kicks Lbm in the balls. Lbm holds his balls. In an instant a bloody Reaper picks Lbm up... REAPERS REQUIEM into the barbed wire mesh!!! Lbm is flattened on the wire. Lbm is completely tangled in it now as he is riving in pain. Reaper positions the chair in the opposite corner of the rope as he stands up on it and tries to balance himself on that ring post atop the barbed wire. Spinx yells at Reaper not to... But he tells him to move. REAPER FIVE STAR FROG SPLASHES LBM LYING ON THE BARBED WIRE!!! Both men ly in the barbed wire mesh. Spinx counts it.

ONE, TWO, THREE... Reaper wins!!![/color]

Gary King: What a match! What a victory! Soul Reaper wins the rubber match here on ELITE Evolution! He just beat Lbm! What a match!

Brad Baxter: Both men are entangled in that barbed wire as security & officials come out here and try and seperate them. What a massacre! This is the evolution of ELITE right here!!!

Gary King: Sadistic. A guilty pleasure. Lbm and Reaper may never be the same again here as they are entangled from this mess! Both men covered in blood all over their bodies.

The crowd applaud both men as EMTs put curnies in the ring and quickly run both men to the back as neither look much like winners. Reaper has huge cuts on his face and is wrapped in bandages as he could very well have lost an eye. Lbm meanwhile looks to have skin literally hanging of his arms and back. The standing ovation continues as ELITE Evolution returns for one more segment.[/color][/size]

[Former FHT Employee Daniel Ice]

Wally Wilson: Here's a highly-requested one from Supershow X, Blade and Dark Angel going at it in the Buried Alive match. The two best friends made bitter enemies in a feud that is still felt to this very day between the two men.

Sally Wilson: And make sure to tune in next week for the rematch, Dark Angel vs. Blade in a Casket match!

[written by blade]

“Bodies” by Drowning Pool plays over the PA system. The crowd automatically burst into excessive booing. Blade steps out from behind the curtain. He is pushing a trolley full of varied weaponry. In one hand he is also carrying a kendo stick. Blade looks over to the mound of dirt to the side of the entranceway. A small smile creeps across his face. He walks down the ramp, shouting abuse at the crowd. He leaves the trolley at the side of the ring and climbs in, taking the kendo stick with him. He taunts the crowd, creating more booing. As Blades music fades out and stands ready for the Dark Angel.

[glow=red,2,300]Kevin Kelly[/glow] Blade has come prepared for this match up, and boy is his hardcore background going to help him in this encounter Sally.

[glow=red,2,300]Sally Wilson[/glow] That may be true Kevin but this is Dark Angel we’re talking about here. Nothing is certain when it concerns him.

Suddenly the lights in the arena go out. Bells start to chime around the arena…DONG…. DONG…. DONG, signalling the arrival of the Dark Angel. The fans launch into deafening cheers for the Dark Angel. "Out of the Fire" by Type O Negative starts to play. The Dark Angel slowly walks out from behind the curtain. A thin layer of smoke covers the floor of the ramp way as Angel walks down it. In the ring, Blade is staring at Angel, a smile across his face.

[glow=red,2,300]Kevin Kelly[/glow] This entrance has scared many individuals but Blade doesn’t seem effected, he isn’t scared.

[glow=red,2,300]Sally Wilson[/glow] Well Blade has been apart of this entrance many times, but this takes away half of Angels offensive game. The mind games aren’t working.

Angel gets to ringside and looks at Blade. Blade signals Angel to get into the ring. Angel walks up the steel steps. He walks along the apron and steps into the ring. He stands across from Blade as the lights turn back on. Suddenly Blade dashes towards Angel. CRACK!!! Blade hits DA with the kendo stick. DA falls to the floor. The referee gets in the ring and calls for the bell. DING DING. Blade stands over DA. Blade hits DA again, across the gut. Blade hits DA again. And again. Blade lifts the kendo stick up once more. Blade brings it down. CRACK!! Blade lets go of the kendo stick and taunts the crowd. DA is on the floor, rolling around in pain. Blade brings DA to his feet. Blade whips DA across the ring. DA rebounds. Blade brings a knee into Das gut. DA flips onto his back. DA holds his gut, mouth open in pain. Blade taunts the crowd again, bringing more booing.

[glow=red,2,300]Kevin Kelly[/glow] Blade is simply dominating the Dark Angel. This might be over sooner than expected.

[glow=red,2,300]Sally Wilson[/glow] I highly doubt that Kevin, the Dark Angel does not die easy, he can still win this thing.

Blade walks over to DA. Blade stomps on DAs gut. Blade climbs out the ring. He walks to the trolley. He searches though the weapons. He pulls out a cricket bat. He holds it up into the air. Blade climbs back into the ring. DA is up on his knees. DA climbs to his feet. Blade swings the cricket bat. CRACK!! Blade hits DA in the gut. DA falls onto his hands and knees. Blade swings again. CRACK!! Blade hits DA across the back, breaking the bat in half. Blade throws the remains of the cricket bat out of the ring. Blade picks DA to his feet. Blade whips DA across the ring. DA bounces back. Blade leaps up with a dropkick. DA goes down. Blade gets to his feet, a smile across his face. Blade stands over DA. Blade leans over towards DAs face. Blade starts to talk trash to DA. Suddenly DA grabs Blade by the throat. The crowd cheer as DA starts to get to his feet. But Blade throws a punch to DAs gut. DA lets go and doubles over. Blade runs at the ropes. Blade bounces back. DA brings up a foot, booting Blade in the face. Blade hits the mat hard. DA holds his gut as he lifts Blade to his feet. DA places Blade between his legs. DA lifts Blade up. DA slams Blade with a powerbomb. Blade holds the back of his head. DA stumbles to a knee, still holding his gut. DA rolls out of the ring. DA looks under the ring. DA pulls out a chair. DA slides the chair into the ring. DA rolls back in. DA climbs to his feet and picks up the chair. DA measures Blade. Blade slowly uses the ropes to get to his feet. Blade turns around. DA swings the chair. SMASH!! DA smashes the chair across Blades head, echoing around the arena.

[glow=red,2,300]Kevin Kelly[/glow] What a shot, I felt that one from here

[glow=red,2,300]Sally Wilson[/glow] Just like I said, never under estimate the Dark Angel.

DA poses for the crowd. The crowd cheer at this gesture. DA drops the chair. DA stands over Blade. Blade looks up at DA. DA picks Blade to his feet. DA picks Blade upside down. DA walks over to where he dropped the chair. DA tombstones Blade onto the chair. DA starts to choke Blade. Blade kicks his feet, trying to escape. DA lets go off Blade and climbs to his feet. DA starts to pick up Blade. DA throws Blade into the turnbuckle. DA throws a fist into Blades gut. DA throws another fist. DA walks to the other side of the ring. DA runs at Blade. DA goes to splash Blade. But Blade gets his feet up, landing them in DAs gut. Blade quickly climbs to the top rope. Blade leaps off with a clothesline. DA goes down. Blade rolls out of the ring. Blade walks to his trolley. He pulls out a pair of gloves wrapped in barbwire. Blade pulls a glove onto each hand. Blade climbs up onto the apron. In the ring DA is getting to his feet. Blade springs onto the top rope. Blade springs at DA. Blade punches DA in the face. DA hits the ground hard, holding his face. Blade quickly mounts DA. Blade starts punching DA in the face. Blade gets off DA and holds his fist in the air. The barbwire on his fist is dripping blood. The camera zooms to Angel’s face, forehead ripped to shreds.

[glow=red,2,300]Kevin Kelly[/glow] This is brutal. Blood has now been shed and they haven’t even begun to think about burying each other.

[glow=red,2,300]Sally Wilson[/glow] It can only get worse. This is Blades territory and he has the high ground.

Blade slowly picks DA to his feet. Blade whips DA across the ring. DA bounces back. Blade swings his fist. Blade hits DA in the injured gut. Blade removes the gloves from his hand throws them out the ring. Blade starts to measure DA. As DA gets to his feet Blade places him between his legs, signalling the finish. But DA reverses and picks Blade up, slamming him with an Alabama slam. Blade holds the back of his head as he hits the ground. DA quickly picks Blade up to his feet. DA throws Blade outside the ring. DA climbs out after him. DA whips Blade into the trolley, its contents spilling onto the floor. DA picks up a stop sign. DA lifts it above his head. DA slams it down across Blades skull. Blade collapses to the floor. DA turns to find a new weapon. While his back his turned Blade creeps underneath the ring. DA turns back around, but looks confused when he can’t see Blade. On the other side of the ring Blade crawls out from under the ring, a table in hand. Blade quickly starts to run up the ramp with the table, but DA sees him. DA gives chase. Blade gets half way up the ramp when DA catches up to him. DA hits Blade in the back of the head, causing Blade to drop the table. DA grabs Blade by the head and walks him to the mound of dirt. DA throws Blade a top of the dirt. DA climbs up after Blade.


[glow=red,2,300]Kevin Kelly[/glow] This could be its, Blade could be on his way to death.

[glow=red,2,300]Sally Wilson[/glow] But what about Blades big surprise, he still isn’t out of this thing.

Blade gets to his feet as DA approaches him. Blade throws a right hand at DA. DA unloads with a right hand right back. Both men continue to lay right hands into each other. Slowly they both move back towards the hole in the ground. Suddenly DA grabs Blade by the throat. DA picks Blade up and hits an UNEARTHLY DESTORYER INTO THE GRAVE!! The crowd go wild as Blade enters the grade. DA goes and grabs the shovel. He picks up a small mound of dirt with the shovel. DA walks over to the grave. But before DA can throw it in a giant of a man runs out from behind the curtain. He attacks DA from behind. He throws DA away from the hole. As the large man approaches DA, DA grabs him by the throat. DA lifts up the giant and slams him with an UNEARTHLY DESTROYER!!

[glow=red,2,300]Sally Wilson[/glow] Was that the big surprise? What the hell was that?

[glow=red,2,300]Kevin Kelly[/glow] Well that’s a big man, but DA picked him up like he was a feather. I think Blades in trouble now.

DA heads towards the grave as Blade begins to climb out. Blade gets to his feet as DA reaches him. Blade throws a right hand but DA catches it. DA grabs Blade around the throat again. But before DA can lift up Blade, James Ice and Reece Somers run out from backstage. They ambush DA, knocking him to the ground. They taunt the crowd, creating boos. Blade, James and Reece begin to beat down on DA. Blade goes over to where he dropped the table. He picks up the table and sets it up on the stage. Blade starts to revive the big giant man. Him and Blade wander backstage. Meanwhile James and Reece are beating down on DA. James picks up DA and holds him up. Reece then grabs DA and hits a REECEKO!! Reece taunts the crowd as James walks away. Reece then picks DA to his feet. James starts running. Reece moves out the way as James hits a DEEP FREEZE!! on DA. Blade and the giant man walk back from backstage. Blade walks over to where the CFC are standing over DA. Blade seems to tell them something.

[glow=red,2,300]Kevin Kelly[/glow] I cannot believe this. Blade and the CFC are beating the Dark Angel into a pulp, and they’re still not done.

[glow=red,2,300]Sally Wilson[/glow] This is sickening, looks like this was the surprise Blade was talking about.

Blade walks over to the table and takes a bottle from the giant man. Blade starts to spray some kind of fluid over the table. James and Reece starts to drag DA over to the table and lift him up. The giant places DA between his legs. The giant lifts up DA and walks towards the table. Blade takes a box of matches out of his pocket and lights one. He throws the match onto the table, which goes up in flames. As the table lights up the giant man throws DA down with a huge powerbomb. DA starts to roll around in pain, flames covering his body. All 4 men start to beat down on DA. Reece and James pick DA and walk him over to the grave. They hold him by one side each. Blade runs at DA and hits a Yakuza kick, sending him plummeting into the grave. The giant man walks around to the door of the dump truck. Blade picks up the shovel and starts shovelling dirt into the grave. Blade then signals to the giant man. The truck then tips dirt into the grave, filling it completely as the bell rings. DING DING DING!!

[glow=red,2,300]Sally Wilson[/glow] That’s it. The Dark Angel has been buried. Blade has immerged victorious.

[glow=red,2,300]Kevin Kelly[/glow] If it wasn’t for that giant man or the CFC that would have been Blade under that dirt. This is a dark, dark day for ELITE.

Blade walks on top the grave and holds the spade into the air. Reece and James look up and him, clapping. The scene fades on Blades smiling face as Supershow X cuts to the next segment/match.

[Former FHT Employee Daniel Ice]

MISSING




On April 18th, 2006, Blade and his partner,
Razor, travelled to a local graveyard to shoot
a documentary film on the ELITE legend,
"The Dark Angel".
They haven't been heard from since.

One week later, their footage was found,
documenting the wrestlers' drunken night
through the Black Hills Cemetary, and
capturing the terrifying events that led
up to their disappearance.


Tonight, their story will be broadcast.










The Dark Angel Project

[Former FHT Employee Daniel Ice]

The Dark Angel Project

(Rain lashes down on two figures, one a masked silent man, holding the camera at arm’s length as to get himself and the smartly-dressed man beside him in the shot. The other man is clutching a can of beer, which he desperately chucks down his throat, despite the contents long being replaced by rainwater. Blade mumbles, before putting up a black umbrella, while Razor remains in the rain. They both take up a shovel, and the camera shakes, as Razor jumps off the monster truck, before helping an unsteady Blade to the muddy ground. Blade looks around the headstones in a silent disgust, before nearly stumbling and falling into the mud, to be saved by Razor’s outstretched arm. Together, they slowly walk among the dead)

Blade:
Look, Razor, my old friend… Look how they mock us. Look how they laugh. They’ve lived their lives, and they have died their deaths, and now they can only watch me. But I’ve got a plan. I won’t be joining them, Razor, because unlike them, I am strong, and I will live. And no undead zombie is going to change that… I need a torch, I need to find this grave, Razor. I need to see this untruth, because it is impossible. No one rises from the dead, and nobody defies Ben Hickman, living or otherwise.

(The headstones peek above the earth, casting shadows from the light of the moon. Occasionally, there is a sound of an owl hooting, but other than the rain and the steps of the two men, there is silence. Blade is quickly checking each gravestone he passes; in the hope it is the right one. Razor shakes his hair roughly to try and remove the water. As they progress further down the path, the rain seems to increase, while the light slowly disappears. Blade, annoyed, pulls out a map of the graveyard, and after quickly glancing at it, lets out a groan)

Blade:
We’re in the wrong section of the graveyard, Razor. There’s a forest between the two sections, it’ll be quicker to go through that.

(Blade looks again at the map, but the rain rips through it. Blade curses loudly, and it echoes across the area. With one quick look to the path behind, Blade turns into the forest. The camera shakes and bounces as Razor follows him down the path into the nearly pitch black forest. Blade turns to Razor, who nearly walks into him, and gives us an odd close-up of Blade’s face. Blade looks around, before they enter the forest. There is very little light, and the only sounds is the rain pouring down on the trees, the animals of the forest howling and Blade and Razor’s footsteps through the undergrowth)

Blade:
Razor, look at this… Red marks all over the trees. Big muddy footsteps… We aren’t alone here.

(Although they try and take it calmly, they noticeably quicken the pace, and finally emerge outside the forest. With a look of desperation on Blade’s face, he scans the graveyard for Angel’s gravestone. Finally, he spots it, and points it out. The moon has retreated behind the clouds, making the area near pitch-black, but Blade runs full-steam ahead towards Angel’s grave. Out of his pocket he produces a small torch, which he lights and reads the words “Here Lies Daniel Ice- The Dark Angel”. Blade laughs, and it echoes across the graveyard)

Blade:
So here it is. The last monument to the great Dark Angel. You know, Angel, I’m directly responsible for everything. From your moments in XWE and wXw, to ELITE. Heck, Everything that happened in ELITE to you goes back to me. Remember how you leapfrogged me to the title shot? How being attacked by one “Xander” meant you ended up facing both Xander and Capone for the title? I’ll admit it, Angel: that hurt me. It ate me up. You see, it was never really clarified why Xander went after you, was it? I saw him, and I saw your success, and I saw the success of Capone. Me and Xander were so similar. That’s why I offered him a decent reward to cost you a couple of matches, until you were back at my side again. Never worked out, did it? Out of it, you got a title shot. But I wish I could say it was my bribes to referees to count slow for you was the thing that stopped you fulfilling your one dream: ELITE gold. You never managed it, Angel, because of me. Daniel, you disgust me, because you never accepted your limitations. You never accepted the fact you weren’t good enough for a title, or that you weren’t good enough to overcome death. Your legacy is a joke, Angel. All you will ever be remembered for is as the man who could never do it. Never could win the big prize. And if you come back, I’ll send you straight to hell again. I’m never letting you steal my glory, my spotlight again! I’m Ben Hickman, you bitch, and I know you inside out! You have nothing that can surprise or defeat me! You shall see that at Supershow 12, if you are foolish enough to think that you can overcome your greatest opponent: Me. Because, Daniel, simple and clear, and as sure as you will be dead, one way or the other, after Supershow 12… It’s Demolition Time.

(Blade spits on the gravestone, and laughs again. There is growing insanity in his laughs. The clouds move, revealing the moon and light... And from our view, we see an empty grave! The grave has indeed been dug up and it is empty. The camera shakes, showing Razor’s own fear, something never before seen. There is a loud boom of thunder, and Razor slips and falls into the open grave, the camera crashing into the soft soil with him. Blade steps up, and we see his foot nearly slip into the hole)

Blade:
Who would leave a hole here? Honestly… Wait…

(Blade turns around, and his face freezes in fear)

Blade:
No… God, no… It can’t be. I killed you… I ended it for you! YOU’RE DEAD, DANIEL! YOU’RE DEAD! WHY MUST YOU DO THIS TO ME? CAN’T I HAVE MY OWN GLORY? CAN’T YOU STAY DEAD?!

(Blade runs off, shouting wild curses at Dark Angel. Razor tries to pull himself up, but then several hooded figures, similar to the servants Dark Angel employs, surround the grave. Just out of camera seems to be their leader, and we hear a voice that has not been heard personally by anyone in months…)

??:
Give him a taste of Unearthly… Destruction…

(Despite Razor’s muffled screams, each figure releases bags of soil, covering the grave. The weight buries the camera, which fizzes slightly, before switching off)

[Former FHT Employee Daniel Ice]

(Following this, Blade watches, shaking, backstage. The evidence of sleepless nights and heavy drinking are evident in his face. Sky and Marcus both approach from behind, and Blade greets them with a grin which is way too big to be genuine)

Sky Bridget:
Ben, I need to talk to you… Remember Valentine’s Day, when we spend the whole time in your locker room…

Blade:
How could I forget? …Wait! I know! I’ve got to think on a happy memory like that to beat Angel! Yes! Thank you!

Sky Bridget:
Well, that might work… But this is about me. Ben… I got pregnant. I’m three months gone already. I’ve talked to Marcus, and he doesn’t want a pregnant woman near the ring… So I can’t help you out there against Angel. I’m sorry, Ben.

Blade:
Pregnant? My child? … But I’m retiring! I can’t afford to have a child!

Marcus Gold:
Don’t worry, shiggity. I’ve already hired Sky as my personal assistant. And I’ll give you a job somewhere too. That being said, I also need to talk to you about my role at Supershow 12-

Blade:
Yes, this is where the fun begins! Blade and Marcus, kicking undead ass! You can get the EGX to help as well! It’ll be great!

Marcus Gold:
Actually, Ben… I’ve decided not to get involved. Getting between you and Daniel is not good business for me. See, EGX, that’s good business, because I have five guys who are all hungry and willing to help me take over. I’ve got a whole list of guys I’m going to approach about contracts to expand ELITE! That’s good business! Standing against a pissed-off near seven-foot monster which the grave can’t contain, for a man who is retiring straight afterwards? That isn’t good business. I’m sorry, Ben, but my interests lay elsewhere. I hope we can do business again in the future, when you haven’t annoyed some undead freak.

(Marcus offers his hand, but Blade looks at it, in shock. Instead, Marcus pats him friendly on the back. Sky kisses Blade firmly on the lips. Marcus and Sky look at Blade)

Marcus Gold:
Thanks for the ride, Ben. It’s been fun.

(Sky and Marcus leave, and Blade, for perhaps the first time in his career, stands alone)

["Sick" Nick™]

Wally Wilson:
Next up is the oldest clip we have from the FHT. Amazingly it the only clip we have archived from the first six months or so of the FHT. We are not sure what happened to the other clips.

Sally Wilson:
Word has it that Lbm burnt it down... But that is not confirmed.

Wally Wilson:
The next clip is the first ever appearance of the one and only "Sick" Nick. December 31st, 2002.

Sally Wilson:
We brought this one out to show the similarity between what happened at Wrestletopia and Nick's first ever appearance.

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JR: Wow King, another compelling 24/7 Hardcore Championship match.

King: Yea JR, what a great ending too.

King: Hey, look it is Hogan and that guy that is on the 10-10-220 commercial with him.

JR: That is Mike Piazza, King. He is one of the greatest hitting catchers in the history of baseball.

King: Look JR, Hogan has the new Hardcore Champion in a Full Nelson.

JR: Yea, and Mike has got a baseball bat. It looks like he is going to hit LorrdAdRock with it. But King, What is he saying?

King: He is calling LorrdAdRock, Clemens… and saying something about a bat throwing incident?

JR: Ohh, what a hit to the abdomen!

King: Yea that had to hurt. OK, here it comes… a leg drop by Hogan. Piazza goes for the cover… 1… 2… 3 ! ! !

JR: We have another new Champion King, and it is Mike Piazza. And look, both the new Champion and Hogan are posing for the fans.

King: Yea look, even Piazza is doing that hand thing… ha, ha, ha.

JR: Wait King who is that in the background?

King: I don’t know JR… but he is wrapped up in barbwire ! ! !

JR: Hogan and Mike see this man, and are going to give him a double clothesline. But wait, he ducks. Hogan and Piazza are coming back around with another double clothesline…

King: Ohh no, they missed again and fell off the roof ! ! !

JR: They fell for the oldest trick in the book King… The “Duck And Fall Off A Roof” trick.

King: Ha, ha, ha… Yea, the literally FELL for it… ha, ha, ha ! ! !

JR: Wait… no… that isn’t, is it ! ? !

King: Yea JR, it is. It’s a lighter. AND HE IS LIGHTING HIMSELF ON FIRE ! ! !

JR: THIS GUY IS… IS… SICK ! ! !

King: Oh my God JR, he’s going to jump off the roof.

JR: Oh my God, what an elbow drop off of the roof King. That must be a 15-story drop ! ! !

King: … At least JR, maybe even 20.

JR: 1… 2… 3… And we have another new Hardcore Champion.

King: Look JR, there is the Coach to interview our new Champion.

Coach: Wow, what an intense match… Ahh… What is your name?

New Hardcore Champion: My name… My name is Sick… “Sick” Nick ! ! ! If you want a shoot at my title, you know where to find me… in the locker room putting out this fire ! ! ! Now are you down with the Sickness ! ? !

[Max Venom]

Wally Wilson: From the furthest point back we can go to just over one year ago, we've got some clips from The Wrestling Apprentice, which lead to FHT/ELITE signing up Max Venom!

Sally Wilson: The show itself may have fell apart quickly due to a number of mysterious events taking out contestant after contestant, but at least we got the right guy in the end. Right? ...Daddy, why are you looking at me like that?

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The camera pans around the excited fans to a specially built stage near the entrance ramp. Standing there is Harold Gunther IV and Joan Laurer, both looking a tad overdressed for the occasion. Sitting behind them at a table marked “Judges” is Keith Williams, Sally Wilson and Sir Alan Sugar. Above the hangs the sign: “The Wrestling Apprentice”.

Wally Wilson: The Wrestling Apprentice? Really, is that the best name they could come up with?

A-Damn Hater: What would you have called it?

Wally Wilson: Wrestling Idol… Maybe the Wrestle-Factor? Or Who Wants To Be A Wrestler?

Gary King: How the creative department manages without you, Wally, is beyond me.

Wally seems ready to respond but shushes himself up as he notices Harold Gunther and Joan Laurer approach the microphones.

Harold Gunther IV: Welcome to “The Wrestling Apprentice“! I’m ELITE’s number one reporter Harold Gunther the fourth, here to guide you through three whole months of ten men fighting to gain one thing- A four-year guaranteed contract with this company! I’m here alongside Joan Laurer, AKA ex-WWE diva Chyna. Joan, its going to be one hell of a contest, isn’t it?

Joan Laurer: Harold, I’m glad to be here in the FHTE! I’m a big fan!

Harold Gunther IV: Its actually FHT/ELITE, but never mind! Let’s meet our judges! First, the Queen Bee of ELITE, the vivacious and delectable Sally Wilson!

Sally waves to the crowd with a smile, who respond with cheers, wolf-whistles and catcalls. Wally Wilson can be heard gritting his teeth on his microphone.

Joan Laurer: Next, the hard-handed FHT General Manager, Kevin Williams!

The audience, prepared to boo, burst into laughter at Joan’s mistake. Keith is seen muttering something to Alan Sugar, who nods his head in agreement.

Harold Gunther IV: And finally, the dual-owner of FHT/ELITE and fresh off the end of his hit show, “The Apprentice”, Sir Alan Sugar!

There’s a definite mixed reaction to Sugar, be it due to his recent actions against The Peep’s Champ or just from disagreeing with the winner of the last series of “The Apprentice”. Sugar, perhaps expecting a better response, folds his arms grumpily.

Joan Laurer: But what kind of night would it be without ten big, strapping men showcasing their goods in front of us, Harold?

Harold Gunther IV: Certainly not a night I would want to be part of, Joan. But luckily, we have them here tonight! Ladies and Gentleman, give it up for our ten contestants!

“First Of Tomorrow” by Sundown To Zero hits, and one-by-one the ten contestants walk out from the backstage areas. They are given very little reaction by the crowd and quite a few look scared by their surroundings. They line up on the stage and get surveyed by the crowd.

Harold Gunther IV: Tonight, one of you men will lose out on your dream to become an FHT/ELITE wrestler. One of you will be going home without that opportunity. Simon Smash, tell us why it won’t be you.

Harold thrusts the microphone in front of Simon, who stutters out a few inaudible words about “running” and “training”. The crowd is not very impressed.

Harold Gunther IV: Well, that’s terrific. Joan, do you have anything to add?

Joan Laurer: …Um, yeah! Wrestler X, that’s an interesting get-up you got going on! Any words for the fans out there?

Wrestler X’s “interesting” costume comprises of a full black body suit with a red X painted over the chest. He simply looks at Joan briefly before returning to stare straight forward.

Harold Gunther IV: He must be shy. Well, we are just moments away from the first test and- Oh! I almost forgot! Steroids!

Joan Laurer: Steroids?! What about them? Where? You can’t tell, can you?

Harold Gunther IV: …Huh? I was talking about the drug test results. We took out a test on all ten contestants before the start of the contest. You know, to check for the standard stuff. We’re about due to get those back now.

Joan Laurer: Oh right! Hahaha…

A stagehand runs on holding an ominous brown envelope. He almost hands it to Joan, then thinks better of it and hands it to Harold.

Joan Laurer: Just out of interest, they only tested the contestants right? Not the hosts or something?

Harold Gunther IV: Why would they do that? Anyway, we have the results… Barry Whiteout, you are not the father! Ha, I always wanted to do that…

The collective groan of the audience and the frown on the face of Barry tells Harold to move along quickly.

Harold Gunther IV: Well, as expected, clean, clean, clean… Wait… Oh dear.

A few of the contestants start to look nervous at this point. Harold brings the envelope to the judges’ table, conferring in whispers about the results. Joan stands grinning like a moron on the stage still. Finally, Sir Alan Sugar stands up, looking grim.

Sir Alan Sugar: Three of you have failed the test.

The crowd explodes into wholly inappropriate cheers. The contestants start looking wildly at each other, with only Max Venom, Wrestler X and Dan Puder still looking calmly to the front.

Sir Alan Sugar: FHT/ELITE will not employ those who take performance-enhancing drugs, and as such, the three names here are immediately disqualified from the contest, and thereby taking three weeks of exciting challenges these fans could’ve been watching instead of wrestling! You should be so disappointed in yourselves.

Everyone looks at their shoes, apart from Max Venom, who is smirking at something far off in the distance. Few notice this action.

Sir Alan Sugar: John Destruction, Eric Apocalypse and Jack Vengeance, you have all tested positive and as such… You’re Fired! Get out of my sight!

John Destruction and Eric Apocalypse, both extremely well-built guys looking like typical steroid advertisements shuffle off quietly to the back. But Jack Vengeance is completely shocked and charges to the judges’ desk to complain audibly about the results.

Jack Vengeance: I don’t touch the stuff! This is complete bullshit! I’ve been an FHT fan all my life and this is what I get!

Sir Alan Sugar: Jack, these tests are as accurate as you can get. Unless you are seriously suggesting someone tampered with them, which is a very serious allegation indeed and one my lawyers will take personal interest in, you’ve been “doping up” as I think the kids call it. We do not want you in this company, now get out before I have security drag you out!

The fans cheer once more as Jack, speechless, walks slowly away from the desk and past a gob smacked Harold Gunther IV and Joan Laurer. He carefully looks at the remaining seven contestants with distrust before walking to the back.

Sir Alan Sugar: I’m afraid today’s task will have to be cancelled. That’s just pissed me off. We can’t stand to lose any more of you guys this week.

Harold Gunther IV: Well, I guess that’s why they call it live TV! The contestants will now receive a tour and free use of the facilities the FHT/ELITE brings to each arena it visits, such as a personal gym, massage consultants and makeup artists! I’m Harold Gunther IV…

Joan Laurer: …And I’m Joan Laurer!

Harold Gunther IV: And this has been the “Wrestling Apprentice!”

“First of Tomorrow” plays again as the seven remaining contestants file off behind Harold and Joan, while the three judges take the route around the back, in deep discussion about what has transpired.

Wally Wilson: Haha, I love it!

Gary King: Yes, it is exciting to see men compete for such a prize against each other.

Wally Wilson: What? No, that was the biggest train wreck I’ve ever seen! I can’t wait to see what happens next week![/font]

[Mr. Ten Below]

*scene opens up back at the chosen desk where the two world-class announcers sit to continue the old school classics reel*

Wally Wilson: Alright, thank you all for re-joining us after that long break. I, as always, am Wally Wilson-

Sally Wilson: And before you further embarrass yourself, I'm Sally Wilson...jeez, it's like we're related or something. Anyway, we've got...wait- *Sally blinked, not believing her eyes*...wait, is this serious? I mean...

*Wally snatched the paperwork out of Sally's hand*

Wally Wilson: Give me this, let me- *he saw it, and his, too, blinked insipidly*...uhhhh...

Sally Wilson:...Yeah, that's what I just said. Um...ok? I- *she turned some, cheating her shoulders and head so her words were muffled and floating on a whisper, half-hiding her lips*...I thought he was dead...

*Wally groaned some and rolled his eyes*

Wally Wilson: Ok, well, roll the clip. This dates all the way back to...holy Hell, ELITE Creations, January 31st, 2005-


*and the clip rolls*

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*the camera fades back in after the recent commercial/segment break, and the crowd is greeted with the Elite Worldwide Champion, walking tall in the back. with a bountiful explosion of cheering roars for tonight's main eventer, the only thing brighter than Blue's smile is the high polish on the Worldwide Title face*

HG IV: Look at him...complete and utter disgrace to the gold he carries.

Gary: And, um...how so?

HG IV:...What do you mean 'How so'? Blue's a disgrace to the wrestling world, he's a do-nothing champion who was handed that belt, and he's cheated in every one of his title defense matches since. I.e. a complete and utter disgrace to the gold he carries, am I gonna have to say it in another language? Perhaps 'dorkanese' before you'll get it?*Gary just looks at HG IV as he goes off on his little rant, and just shakes his head*

Gary:...Seek help, Harry.

*this whole time HG IV and Gary were talking, Blue continued on his path, until what looks like a wooden chair explodes against his back. Blue just hunched over slightly, taking the shot fully, then slowly straightening back up. he steadies his face, and exhales a slow breath through his nose, but he doesn't turn around*

...Brad...you better pray to the god of losers and the lesser savior of geeks, that when I turn around you're no longer in sight... *Blue slowly turns around, and indeed, there's Brad Baxter, standing clutching what's remaining of a normal wooden dining chair in his hands. knuckles clenched so tightly that they've turned white, heaving breaths of rage and fury, and nostrils flaring so much you can see his frontal lobe. Brad growls softly as Blue turns around to face him*

Brad O'Bax:...You rotten sonofabitch...I was -guaranteed- a match tonight for the Worldwide title as long as I won that Hardcore match. King fell...and you're conveniently booked with -him- tonight for a title shot...-I EARNED MY SHOT-!!! *his voice echoed through the loading bay area, and Blue was unwavering*

Well, well...someone's regained their short term memory loss. Yeah...that's right...you -did win- that Hardcore match, didn't you? You're no longer the candidate for the Jobber of the Millennium, are you? *Brad just shuddered with anger at hearing Blue's words, and the fact that the crowd was dying laughing didn't help Brad's demeanor none* So, you want a match? Fine. Hardcore. Right now. -DING DING-! *Brad made a -very- confused face, but that facial expression didn't last too long. as if in super-slow motion, we see Brad's mouth drop, agape, and his pupils dilate and his eyes go wide open. with a disgustingly hard impact, Blue's black boot heel came up, and implanted on his face with a thunderous Standing Big Boot. Brad took the kick, and fell back with a whiplash effect, planting him onto the concrete prone. the crowd began a "BLUE!! BLUE!! BLUE!!" chant to rock the walls of the arena. Brad motionless, Blue looked around*

...Hmm...no Ref...well, I tell you what...-you- chill out down there on the cold concrete, not like you've got anywhere else to go, and later on in the night when I find a spare Ref, I'll come back and pin you, sound good? Yeah, thought so- *and Blue just walked off, whistling softly a Bedlam Bard's tune he had recently heard. the camera pans back over to Brad, who is, indeed, stiff as a board and not moving. Blue had little to fear about loosing this match, because Brad wasn't going to move anytime during the rest of tonight. the camera fades and comes back up on the announcer's booth. Gary has his hand over his mouth, hiding his gigantic smile, and stifling as much of his laughter as humanly possible, but a few sputters squeak past his attempts. HG IV shoots Gary a look that could kill most bull elks*

HG IV:...Shut up, Gary...I swear, I'll beat you to death with your own penny loafers if you laugh.
*Gary tried, but he couldn't keep it in. he released his laughter, hanging his head to rest on his forearm that was resting on the announce booth tabletop, and he pounded his fist in guffawing laughter. HG IV groaned, and rubbed his nose bridge in disappointment in Brad as the broadcast goes to a commercial/next segment*

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We come back from commercial break and we see Darkness King already standing in the ring awaiting Blue to make his entrance. “Oh Hell Yeah!” hits as the crowd pops as Blue wastes no time in getting down to the ring. Darkness King steps into the center of the ring as does Blue as the two men just give one another a blank stare. The two giants continue to stare, as Blue looks just slightly up at King as King is just a few inches taller. The bell rings and the two men continue to stare.

Kevin Kelly – Two giants are going to square off! This is gonna be great!

Darkness King and Blue lock up in the center of the ring with both men trying to one-up each other. Both men let go of the hold surprised as to the strength of the other man. Darkness King slightly tilts his head to one side and again locks up with Blue, as again the two men's strength is almost identical. Blue and Darkness King back off and King quickly charges at Blue who moves out of the way and King runs straight into the turnbuckle. King quickly turns around and is met with several blows to the head from Blue. King quickly retaliates throwing a few punches and uppercuts of his own. King grabs Blue and whips him into the ropes and hits a back body drop on the rebound.

Blue gets back to his feet and is met with a clothesline from Darkness King. Blue again gets to his feet and is again met by another clothesline. Blue once again manages to get to his feet and Darkness King lands a hard scoop slam on Blue.

Kelly – Look at the speed of Darkness King!

King lifts Blue to his feet and pushes him into the corner and climbs up signaling for a 10-punch.

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Blue grabs a hold of King and tosses him down to the mat, as King rolls over holding his back. Blue lifts King to his feet and hits a Big Boot on King. Blue quickly covers.

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King quickly kicks out. Both Blue and King get to their feet and begin to exchange more punches with Blue getting the upper hand. Blue lifts King into the air with unparalleled strength and slams him down with authority, hitting a hard Military Press. Blue runs at the ropes and goes for a running elbow drop, but King rolls out of the way as he quickly gets back to his feet. King whips Blue into the ropes and bends over looking for another back body drop. Blue kicks him however, which seems to have no effect as King just looks at Blue and shakes his head signaling “no”.

Kelly – Even Blue couldn't knock King down there!

King grabs ahold of Blue's throat looking for a chokeslam, but Blue kicks King in the abdomen and sets up for what looks like a powerbomb. King reverses this however, sending Blue to the mat landing back first. King brings Blue to his feet and tosses him to the outside of the ring. King climbs the top of the turnbuckle and awaits Blue to get to his feet. Blue stands up and turns around and King dives off the top rope and hits a flying lariat AKA Kane on Blue!

Kelly – What a flying clothesline to Blue! Both men are down!

King uses the ring to get to his feet and lifts Blue up. King goes to whip Blue into the steel barricade, but blue reverses sending King into the barricade back first. Blue walks over to King and begins to fire away more punches to King's head. Blue lifts King up and rolls him back in the ring. Blue covers King.

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King kicks out after a quick 2 count. Blue lifts King up but is met by an uppercut AKA Kane. Blue reals back a bit and King spears Blue!

Kelly – What the hell?! I have never seen Darkness King spear someone before!

King quickly covers Blue

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Blue kicks out at 2 ½. King climbs the turnbuckle once again and waits for Blue to get up. Blue however about ready to turn around, staggering, suddenly rushes at King and spears him off the turnbuckle and to the outside!

Kelly – Dear God! Blue may have killed Darkness King!

Both King and Blue are out cold outside the ring as the referee begins the 10 count.

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Blue begins to slowly get to his feet, using the ring apron as leverage as he slides into the ring. Blue thinks he has the match won when Darkness King sits up! Blue looks on in anger as King goes to climb into the ring, but Blue gives him a big boot, sending him back to the outside as his head slams off the barricade. King slowly rolls onto his back and gets on his knees as he slides into the ring. Blue begins to fire away with several kicks but King manages to still get to his feet and chokes Blue and tosses him into the corner. King sets Blue up on the top rope and throws some more punches. King grabs ahold of Blue's throat as the crowd begins to pop loudly. King then dives of taking Blue with him, hitting a top rope chokeslam!

Kelly – Holy sh*t! What a match! A Top rope chokeslam!

Both men lay motionless for several seconds. King then slowly rolls over and covers Blue.

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Winner and STILL Worldwide Champion: Blue

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*after his match with Darkness King, Blue walks backstage, holding his head from that Super Chokeslam, wincing some, his ELITE Worldwide title in his hand. arriving back in the loading bay, he sees Brad's still prone body. the crowd laughs their asses off, but Blue sighs with a groan*

...Oh, right...well- *he inhaled a breath through his teeth, and rubbed his head, then shook it some to get his bearing back* Gotta take out the trash...heh...should call Cedric and Hawke- *inside joke, obviously, for Bedlam Bards fans. Blue looks around from where he stands, and he's in luck. Ref Spinx is passing by* Yo...Ref! *Ref Spinx looks around, then to Blue* ...Got 3 seconds? *Ref Spinx looks confused, until Blue plants his heavy foot on Brad's chest. Ref Spinx comes over, shrugs, goes to a knee, and counts on the concrete*

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Ding-ding, Brad-*using his boot, he shoves Brad's face to the side. Ref Spinx gets up, and holds up Blue's arm*

Ref Spinx:..Ca-...can I go now? *Blue chuckles some, then motions him away. Ref Spinx leaves, and Blue looks into the camera*

...Hey...Gunther...call the clean-up crew, looks like your boy had an accident. *Blue laughs darkly, and walks off. the camera stays with Brad a moment longer as he -just now- begins to stir some*

Brad O'Bax:...M-...mommy? *blindly trying to grasp something with his glazed-over eyes. the broadcast fades and comes back up on HG IV and Gary. The only thing of Gary's we can see is his feet. Seems he was laughing so hard that he fell out of his chair and is rolling on the floor in his laughter. HG IV looks over in disgust, and rolls his eyes, then turns to look back into the camera, hiding his eyes with his palm, showing his shame for his young charge*

HG IV: Well, since the two Jolly Green Giants of ELITE couldn't keep the programing together, the Main Event is now completed. Still to go we've got "Sick" Nick going up against Blade -of- the CFC -with- the CFC, for the number one contenders match for the ELITE World Heavyweight Title still held by ELITE's own towering terror, Killer.- *by now, Gary composed himself and slipped back into his chair, resetting his headset on his head. HG IV looked over in disgust at him, and sighed* Welcome back to the land of reality, Capitan Dorko. *Gary chuckled some*

Gary: Yes, well...funny stuff. But, Harry's right, the Main Event over, there's still the entire show to go. On the -night- of Number One Contenders matches, beyond the spot for the World Heavyweight title, we've got D'Mac and Reece colliding tonight with their respective back-up groups, for the ELITE Daredevil title. Because of recent history in ELITE, this has become one of the most sought-after title in all of ELITE history. It seems that both Killer, and Blue, have cemented their thrones as champions, and their opponents always end up walking away with alot more pain than they bargained for. But the Daredevil title is now within -everyone's- grasps.

HG IV: Yes, well, Blue'll meet his end soon. But, for once, King here is right, the next match is -also- a Number One Contenders matchup, pitting "The Dragon" Ryan Davis and "The Silent Shooter" Phillip Young going against the newly formed Showstoppers, consisting of Chase "The Ego" Stapleton with Keith Williams.

Gary: There's been some friction between Young and Davis, but tonight, they're going to -have- to get along if they want to preserve their shot at the Tag title gold.

HG IV: Against the Showstoppers? Please. Williams and Stapleton have this in the sack...just like they've got those two vixens- *he chuckles sleazily* But, hey, even though the tree-top lovers ruined the Main Event spot, The Showstoppers will steal the show, and -that's- guaranteed.

Gary: We'll have all of this, and more, after we come back- *and the broadcast goes to a full set of commercials*

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*scene cuts back to Sally Wilson and Wally Wilson, both with blown-away expressions on their faces, Sally's hair slightly disheveled, a by-product of the action that was just shown on the classic reel*

Sally Wilson:...Did...did our writers -actually perform that well- back then?...I mean, that was a -frickin' action movie-!

*Wally apparently was hit hard by the scenes, and simply starts to fall off of his chair, as if he were a log of timber coming down, and with the thud onto the floor, Sally looking over still wide-eyed, the scene cuts to a commercial*

[Max Venom]

Wally Wilson: Well, up next we have another classic match from the ELITE era, as we go back to...

--KZZZZZTTTTT--

There's static and distortions for a few moments before settling down. However, instead of Wally and Sally Wilson back in the studio, we cut to Max Venom and Rachel Beckett. The Global Honored Crown holder and Tag Team Champion is smiling as Legacy's color commentary adjusts her hair. The two are in front of a mock-up of the studio, with the sign “Old-School Crapics” hanging behind them.

Max Venom: Oh, hey guys! Max Venom here, with the lovely Rachel Beckett. See, I was watching this show for the first time, because I was told I was going to be on it, and man, the nostalgia trips you guys must all be on. Of course, we're not seeing the full story, are we? Deep in that large FHT/ELITE vault lie matches and promos that these guys would like to pretend didn't happen. Shameful moments that will likely never re-air.

Rachel Beckett: Luckily though, myself and Max Venom are going to find and deliver all those classically bad moments right to you, dear viewer. But we know this can be so alarming and dreadful. These things are truly hard to watch. So the two of us are going to help you out. Each week, we're willing to redub a bad promo or match with our own commentary, so you can watch in comfort and security.

Max Venom: After all, we can't have you all tuning out if this show is to stay on the air, can we? Tonight's presentation comes from Supershow #5, April 17th 2005. It features Dark Angel's first singles match for ELITE, and I'd like to remind you, this was on PPV. People paid to see this. Enjoy.

Both of them give obviously fake overdone smiles as we fade into the match in progress, which begins oddly enough by giving us the title of this segment...

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Dark Angel Makes an Impact

Max Venom: Wow, this segment is titled and everything. You know, just in case you come out of this complicated but delicately-woven string of plot threads wondering what the hell happened.

Rachel Beckett: Shame he dropped it, we've been denied such titles as “Dark Angel Kisses Lbm's Ass” and “Dark Angel Talks About Having Nothing To Talk About”.

(Big Ben stands in the ring, for an unknown purpose. He seems to be about to address the fans about something, when the lights cut out. The fans let out a cheer as they see the face of the Dark Angel staring from the big screen)

Max Venom: I love it when the jobbers I plan to squash just happen to randomly be standing in the ring. Its such a tranquil spot to hang out when you've got nothing to do, what with the screaming fans at your side and the ongoing PPV happening.

Dark Angel: I promised an impact. My impact comes… NOW!

Rachel Beckett: Now? Really? How shocking, what with the title saying so and all.

DONG… DONG… DONG…

Max Venom: Those are some pretty weak dongs. Rachel, you're an expert on dongs, how big should they be?

Rachel Beckett: Much bigger. Obviously early-era Angel had some dong shrinkage issues.

(Big Ben starts to talk to the referee about this. Apparently, Dark Angel is coming out here for a match! The bells continue to toll, and the stage fills with smoke. A lone figure strides out, and stares down the ramp to the ring. He starts to walk through the smoke, reaching the steps, and then “raising the lights”. He walks into the ring, and stares right at Big Ben, who looks shocked by the entrance of Dark Angel)

Max Venom: How is Big Ben shocked by this development? What, did he see Angel talk about impacts and then expect Blade to enter?

Jerry Lee Bundy: Ladies and gentleman, from Parts Unknown, standing at 6’11” and weighing in at 300 pounds… The Dark Angel!

Kevin Kelly: When a man, or whatever Dark Angel is, makes an entrance like that, it really plays with your head… Big Ben will be starting on a lower peg I feel.

Rachel Beckett:Anyone who goes by the name Big Ben willingly is probably already on a lower peg mentally.

Sally Wilson: I don’t think I’ve ever seen an entrance quite like that. Dark Angel playing mind games before the opening bell…

Max Venom: Oh yeah, Sally. Completely original entrance right there. Never seen anything else like it. I think the girl should be undertaking more research before she hosts this show.

(Dark Angel and Big Ben stride to the centre of the ring, neither taking their eyes of the other. Dark Angel offers the hand, which Big Ben takes, and shakes rather forcefully. Dark Angel doesn’t seem intimidated, so Big Ben lets go of the handshake, and slaps Angel right across the face)

Sally Wilson: That looked painful. You could hear it echo across the arena.

Rachel Beckett: Sally, dear, if something looks painful, the organ you use to identify that isn't your ear.

Kevin Kelly: Yet Dark Angel hasn’t even reacted… That’s weird, to say the least.

(Looking agitated, Ben strikes Angel with another slap. Again, there is no reaction. Frustrated, he goes for another, yet Dark Angel catches his hand)

Kevin Kelly: Ben fell in a trap right there! Dark Angel showing intelligence, and proving he has more than just strength.

Max Venom: And Big Ben showing a complete inability to recognise obvious patterns! Truly though, it takes a genius to get slapped a few times and then realise you can catch that hand doing it to you.

(With Ben’s hand now trapped in his own, Angel delivers a sharp kick to his opponent’s ribs. He pulls the arm over his head, and lifts him up high, before slamming him down to the mat. Angel starts to stomp the ribs, now obviously being his main target for the match. Ben rolls out, and gets up. Looking at Dark Angel, he urges him to come over. Dark Angel ducks a punch from Ben, and grabs his head, looking to ram it into the turnbuckle. Ben uses the turnbuckle to avoid it, and grabs Angel’s head, slamming it into the post. He grabs the reeling Angel and sends him flying shoulder-first into the metal post. Dark Angel hits the post and holds his shoulder. Ben now seems to be gaining more momentum, as he waits for Dark Angel to get up, and then landing a big boot to the head. Ben stands above Angel with a self-satisfied grin on his face)

Rachel Beckett: Oh Ben, come on! This is the Ring of the Pure!

Sally Wilson: Impressive comeback here. Big Ben in control of the newer Dark Angel… All eyes on Dark Angel to see if he can deliver match-wise. Also, if Dark Angel claims a pinfall off the Elite Dynasty, what kind of things must then be running through Diamond’s mind as he prepares to defend the Worldwide Title?

Max Venom: Possibly something like “Why am I watching a jobber squash moments before I defend my title belt?”.

Kevin Kelly: I think at this point, he will be happy. Still, we can’t count out Dark Angel just yet; you don’t know what he could pull out.

Rachel Beckett: Kevin Kelly, you too? Are you sure this is from the ELITE archives Max, and not something Angel did to pay college fees?

(Big Ben takes Dark Angel to his feet, and applies a headlock. Dark Angel starts to elbow Ben in the stomach, so he applies by punching Angel in the face. He mounts the fallen Angel, and starts to attack him with punches, finally finishing with a choke. He then gets up, and starts screaming for Dark Angel to get up. He does, and Ben tries to hit a spinebuster on Angel. However, Angel reverses it into a DDT, dropping Ben on his head. Dark Angel then grabs Ben, and pulls him up. Dark Angel whips him into the corner, and Ben comes bouncing off, only to receive a running clothesline. Dark Angel places a knee in the ribs of Big Ben and pulls on his arm. The referee goes over to check if Ben has tapped out. Finally, Ben grabs Dark Angel’s arm, and twists it around. The two big men body check each other a couple of times, before Dark Angel grabs Ben on the shoulder blades, and simple lifts him up off his feet! The fans cheer this act of strength, and Dark Angel throws Ben across the ring)

Sally Wilson: This has been impressive so far. Dark Angel seems now to have Ben’s number, as he counters anything placed in front of him.

Max Venom: He's managing very basic wrestling! No wonder ELITE signed the guy, he can pull off a DDT!

Kevin Kelly: Ben needs to watch himself there. He seems to be taking a lot of shots to his ribs, and when he lands, he takes it on his ribs. He can’t do that forever, because Angel has proven he can capitalise on weakness.

Rachel Beckett: This is Angel's first singles match. When has he proven this, Kelly? Where's your evidence for this statement?

(Ben uses the ropes to get up, and faces Angel. He rushes at him with a shoulder block, and floors the dark monster. He starts delivering shots to Angel’s head again, but this time, Angel starts to fight back. They trade blows, with Angel able to fight out of the hold. They get up, still trading punches, until Ben reels back a bit. Dark Angel grabs him, and hits him with the underhook suplex. He goes straight into the Boston crab, putting pressure on the ribs again. Ben crawls to the ropes, finally hooking one arm over the bottom, and forcing Angel to let go of the hold. However, it seems Angel has one thing left to do anyway. He lifts his taped hand in the air, and the fans cheer for what they think is coming next. Ben gets slowly up, spins around, and finds a big hand around his throat! Dark Angel lifts Ben up single-handedly, and slams him down to the mat, leaving the entire ring shaking)

Sally Wilson: He calls that the Unearthly Destroyer, and it looks like it destroyed Ben alright.

Max Venom: Yes, it was alright destruction. Adequate. So-so.

(The ref counts the three and the bells toll for Dark Angel’s win)

Rachel Beckett: The bells would later ring out for Christmas Day.

Kevin Kelly: Dark Angel certainly making an impact tonight! That empathic victory will surely open up a few doors in ELITE!

Max Venom: Yes, I truly empathised with that victory. I understand the joy of seeing this match over as much as anyone.

Jerry Lee Bundy: Here is your winner, Dark Angel!

Rachel Beckett: Jerry Lee Bundy there, clearing things up for the slow members of the audience.

(Dark Angel celebrates by posing at the ropes with his eyes rolled back and arms rising. He goes backstage, but just on the top of the ramp, makes a cut-throat gesture, followed by a fiery pyro either side of him)

Max Venom: Its a freaking miracle that with his eyes rolled back, Angel never walked into his fiery pyro. Or did he?

Rachel Beckett: Oh, no. We would've saw a segment entitled something like “Dark Angel Feels The Heat” or “Do You Smell Dark Angel Cooking?”.

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Wally Wilson: We back on? …Ok. I apologise for that, seems Max Venom got into the feed somehow. I can assure you the people in charge of monitoring the feed have been fired.

Sally Wilson: I was young and inexperienced in the business, ok? I didn't know what I was saying, I was just trying... to...

Wally pats Sally on the back as she looks down at the floor, ashamed, and he signals to the camera that they should take a quick commercial break.