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Post by Blade on Jul 9, 2009 15:42:04 GMT -5
“IT IS, THE END OF ALL HOPE”
--The euphoric words sing out from the PA system, resonating around the room. The leader of the Heretics Anonymous steps out onto the stage, closely followed by his mistress Harley, with Sentience noticeably absent. A pair of the masked Heretics steps out behind them as Blade and Harley head down the ramp way, climbing into the ring. The Heretics stop at the bottom of the ramp, seemingly guarding their leader. Blade takes a mic and stands in the ring as “End of all Hope” by Nightwish fades out.--
[/i] Blade:[/b] We are here to give you a message. It is a message of redemption, and of salvation. But before that, I must send my gratitude to my dear friend Ace. Thank you Ace, you jet makes travel so much more convenient, especially since the fuel costs are in your company’s name. It certainly made my trip the liquor store in Amsterdam so much easier; got some good shit too. Now, I am beginning to tire of all of you. For months, since I returned to this ailing promotion I have stated the same message over and over. FHT/ELITE is dead, merely a remnant of what it once was. You could have saved it, we could have saved it. I speak a divine truth, but we are long past the point of no return. We, the Heretics Anonymous are left with but one option. The finishing blow will be brought by our hand, and there is not ONE person who can stop us. You will heed our message, and we will make an example of all those who get in our way.[/font] --Blade simply lowers the mic to his side, allowing the words to sink in as the crowd shout their disapproval.--[/i] Blade:[/b] Just now, you saw what happens when you get in my way. That stoner punk Trey Spruance got in my god damn way and he got a fucking beat down for his troubles. The lack of total respect that flows through this company is ridiculous, that’s one thing that the Uprising got right. Although they had the right idea, their actions, their entire premise caused more harm than good to the promotion I used to love, that I lived for. A promotion that I helped to bring to successful heights, a promotion that I helped to redefine over the years. I can’t deny the impact that FHT has had on ELITE from the early days, and for all these years one could not survive without the other. But to me, FHT is dead and deserves to be buried away in the archives forever more. And yet, for ELITE I still see a glimmer of hope. The silver lining on the dank bleakness of the rainclouds, while its death is certain I shall rebuild ELITE to its former glory. ELITE was about style, about perfection. The pure style was all the rage...but I changed all that when I destroyed the Code of the Pure in the middle of the ring. And yet, what made ELITE a total success did not change and they embraced it. When Trey and the rest of his FHT peers do hardcore, they just fling themselves off shit. When I do hardcore, it’s got meaning, purpose. It’s like a vicious, violent piece of art come to life, the ring being my canvas, the weapons my brushes and the blood of my opponents is my paint[/font] --The crowd are beginning to get really riled up, chants of “Fuck You Blade” echo around the arena. But Blade simply ignores them and continues onward.-- Blade:[/b] Maybe Trey is different. I see a lot of myself in that boy. When I started out, I went out into that ring without thought and consideration of my own safety. I drank in excessive amounts, just to push myself to the edge so that I could go out there and hit people whatever I could find. It was sloppy, unrefined, and reckless. I brought the pain to my opponents, but took more than an equal amount in return. It took a strain on both my personal and professional relationships. But when the tendon in my knee snapped, the result of a bad fall, the muscle practically stripped from the bone I had an epiphany. The pain was excruciating, and it made me realise that it was not worth it. The injury made me realise that my reckless attitude would get me injured frequently, and could even end my career. Now there is a point in all this, and it all comes back around to respect. I know you Trey, and I know your first instinct. You got your arse kicked by yours truly and you’re going to want revenge. But I urge you, from someone that has been in your position, to show some restraint because if you fuck with me, it will be the biggest mistake you’ve ever made. Yet, if you accept my words and heed my methodology, you can be something special and we would welcome you with open arms to the Heretics Anonymous. The ball is in your court junior, because if you come after me your career is dead, fact![/font] --Obviously on Trey’s side, the entire crowd begins to chant his name, as if to convince him to defy Blades harsh warning. Blade simple stands in the ring and chuckles to himself, believing their efforts to be fruitless. He allows the crowd to calm down before continuing onwards.--[/i] Blade:[/b] Tonight, the words of the Heretics Anonymous have filled this arena. Yet, I know it in my heart we will once again be ignored. Words facilitate action, and tonight we will make an impact that will drive the knife ever deeper into the heart of this company. We are the Heretics; we live as an entity, one being. We demand respect, and we are your salvation. No longer do we ask you to save yourselves so we make a new suggestion. Go ahead, beg for mercy![/font] --Blade drops the mic to the ground, and grabs Harley by the hand. The Heretics on the ramp begin their slow march to the backstage area as Blade and Harley climb out the ring, promptly following them. As Blade reaches the stage, he turns back towards the crowd, surveying them with his menacing stare before heading backstage. FHT/ELITE Legacy cuts to commercial.--[/i] [/center]
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Post by Keith Williams on Jul 11, 2009 10:19:00 GMT -5
Legacy goes to the backstage area where there appears that a party has broken out. The camera pans around till it focuses on LBM, who is sitting next to a young intern, who appears to rather be somewhere else at that moment. There appears to be pieces of paper in LBM’s hand.
LBM: Now here is one taken with Hulk Hogan after I defeated him in Japan for the FHT Japan title. He told me after the picture was taken and I quote: “Brother, I would rather face a Handicap match with Andre the Giant and The Big Show then ever have to step into the ring with you ever again.”
Lbm takes that photo and lays it down and shows the intern the next photo.
Now this was taken at a hotel party a few years back. This is during my epic battle rap with the one and only John Cena. After we got finish, Cena mysteriously disappeared. I was told later that I dissed him so bad that he couldn’t stand to be in the same room with me. But its cool though, we made up. He even asked me if I wanted to be in his next album.
Just then a buzz goes thru the partygoers. Keith Williams appears finally at the party.
LBM: About time he decided to show up for our tag victory celebration. If you don’t mind I need to go discuss things with my partner.
LBM stands up and starts to walk away. The camera is able to pick up the intern mouthing “thank goodness” and runs off. LBM walks thru the crowd that has assembled and walks up to Keith.
LBM: Did I, or did I not tell you that if you teamed with me this week, we would walk out as the new tag team champions?
Keith Williams: That you did.
LBM: Now that we are the Champs, it got me to thinking..
Keith Williams: That’s not good. Last time you had a thought, the old FHT arena burnt down.
LBM: Ha,Ha..good one. No really, I was thinking that we need a clever name for our team. All the greats had a catchy name for their team. The Road Warriors, Midnight Express, Powers of Pain, Demolition, The Fabolous Freebirds…
Keith Williams: Hold up, you think that you are the next Michael P.S. Hayes?
LBM: Obviously you have never heard me sing. [LBM clears his throat] Badstreet, Atlanta, GA Baddest street in the whole USA Badstreet nasty and hot The further down the block you went, the badder it got
Keith Williams: Um ok..thats enough. If you sing any more you have to pay royalities to Michael Hayes.
LBM: But really as I was saying we need a catchy nickname for our team. Just think what we can make in t-shirt sales. And believe me, I know a thing or two when it comes to t-shirts.
Keith Williams: Yeah, I have heard that you have released a t-shirt or two in your time. But as for this nickname, I can assume that you have a few in mind?
LBM: Yeah listen to this. The New Team_Joker.
Keith Williams: The New Team_Joker? Um Nik was black…
LBM: I already thought of that. What we do is get clown makeup and redo you as the new Joker! I mean if Christopher Nolan can take Heath Ledger and make him into the Joker, I am sure we can do the same. You can have all that makeup on, and act crazy. Heck we can even get Melody to dress up like Harley Quinn. But not the Harley from the old Batman series, but the new on in that video game “Arkam Assylum”…
Keith Williams: No…
LBM: No problem, Didn’t think you would go for that one. How about then “Hardcore Alliance”? Huh, Huh? A play on the two factions we were a part of. Or the fact that I was a 7 month long and longest reigning Hardcore Champion and we are aligned together. Cause face it, when you think Hardcore, you automatically think LBM.
KeithWilliams: Um… No offense but when I think hardcore, you aren’t the first thing I think of.
LBM: What?? How can you not? I made the hardcore division. I have held the title a gazillion times. I been in insane matches that have made careers..
Keith Williams: Sorry..
Just then a voice comes from the crowd
Gavin A. Young: I always think of you when I think hardcore Dijon..
LBM: (awkwardly) Thanks Gavin…that..um..means..alot…I think.
Keith Williams: Look Dijon, why don’t we just stick to Keith Williams and LBM for the time being. Just concentrate on celebrating the victory for now.
LBM: I think LBM and Keith Williams might sound better.
Keith Williams: We’ll talk about it..Now where is that open bar?
Keith walks off in search of the open bar. LBM looks around the room and finds the young intern from earlier..
LBM: Hey kid! Wanna see a pic of me with The Big Show?
[scene ends..]
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Post by Former FHT Employee Daniel Ice on Jul 13, 2009 7:10:59 GMT -5
[FHT/ELITE is back and “Hell's Bells” is playing, signalling the arrival of the behemoth, Crusher Casey, holding the FHT Hardcore Title on his right shoulder. He gets a massive amount of heat from the fans, but takes it all in stride, stepping into the ring and taking the microphone from Erik Knights]
Gary King: Since the start of this year, Crusher Casey has been a man reborn. We knew he was destructive, powerful, savage... Now though, he's got anger and no restraint. And what we saw earlier tonight was a horrible, brutal attack on Dark Angel that has likely put the ex-Global Honored Champion out of commission for the next month, yet alone tonight.
Rachel Beckett: Oh, who didn't see Gary King sticking up for his drinking buddy? We've all heard the stories, Angel getting face-to-face with Casey, Angel badmouthing Casey behind his back... Dark Angel had that beating coming, hell, I bet there's a whole bunch of guys who would've loved to have been in Casey's shoes during it.
[The fans start a “Crusher Casey Sucks” chant that prevents Casey from talking immediately. He taps the microphone, creating loud static in order to drown out the fans, finally getting their attention]
Crusher Casey: Just like Dark Angel, that fucking two-faced asshole, you fans don't show me the respect I deserve! See, when I was back in ELITE, Dark Angel was the head booker, and each and every week, he'd fob me off with crappy jobber squashes or wacky tag team pairings. Dark Angel, like so many guys, tried to stop me from achieving my destiny... SO HOW DOES IT FEEL, ANGEL? HOW DOES IT FEEL TO KNOW CRUSHER CASEY JUST ENDED YOUR CAREER!
[Huge booing from the fans, but Casey continues, undeterred. It seems he's had a lot to think about and reflect upon, the rage is apparent in his body language]
Crusher Casey: Dark Angel is an arrogant little prick, a guy who walked out on this company again and again, and every single time he comes back, and this company goes along with it. Dark Angel didn't have the balls to show up to our last match, but dared to argue with me, tried to insult me, thinking I wouldn't hear it... Well, Angel... KARMA'S A BITCH, AIN'T IT? Its about time someone took you out, and I'm the only guy here man enough to actually stand up to you. I delivered a Casey Bomb right onto that car bonnet, I beat you with my fists until you bled... So no little shoot promo, no little witty comeback is ever going to change that, Angel.
Rachel Beckett: Finally, a man ready and willing to stand up to the politics in this company.
Crusher Casey: So, Angel, its Hardcore Title time. And I know you ain't coming out, because you're a coward. You're going to walk out on this promotion, your peers, these fans... You're going to leave me waiting again because you haven't got what it takes. Ref, count him out of this match.
[Casey gets a steel chair from the ringside area and takes it into the ring as the referee pauses for a moment, before he starts to count, reluctantly. Casey sits down in the ring, waiting as the fans chant for Angel's arrival]
Gary King: This is pathetic! Casey took Angel out before this match and is now calling him a coward if he doesn't show? What does this prove?
Rachel Beckett: That Dark Angel is not on Casey's level, King, so maybe now he'll learn to watch his mouth.
[The referee reaches seven when there's some commotion from the entrance way... Angel is here! Angel is walking out to face Casey! A determined looking Angel stares down at Casey in the ring, but looks a mess. His stitches are half done on his forehead, his back is half bandaged and half a bloody mess. Angel's nose is obviously broken. As medics and road agents come out from the back to try and convince Angel to turn back, Casey stands up, challenging Angel to step into the ring with him. Angel pushes the staff members aside and charges into the ring, throwing blows right at Casey!]
Gary King: I guess we've got a match! But how long can Angel really survive out there in the condition he's in?
[The “Angel” chants are echoing across the arena as Angel lays into Crusher Casey, who is struggling to block this onslaught of blows fuelled by Angel's aggression. Casey staggers back into the ropes, and is whipped off, coming back for the big boot. However, Angel's quick momentum burst doesn't last as he clutches his back in agony. Casey gets up and hits a huge clothesline on Angel, which flips him inside out and onto the mat. Casey picks up the steel chair he was sitting on, horrible thoughts on his mind]
Rachel Beckett: This is a match for the Hardcore Title and is therefore No Disqualification. That chair is wonderfully legal.
[Angel pulls himself onto his knees... Just in time to meet head-first with Casey's chair shot! However, Casey doesn't stop there, he smacks the chair into Angel's skull again and again and again... Over and over, until the crowd grows deathly quiet as a pool of blood once again starts to flow out of Angel's skull. Casey has hit Angel with the chair thirteen or fourteen times in a row, and Angel isn't moving. Casey drags the limp body of Dark Angel up, but he just collapses to the mat again, prompting sick laughter out of the Hardcore Champion]
Gary King: ...My God. That's... End this match, ref! This is insanity!
[Casey sets the chair into a sitting position again, and lifts Angel up between his legs... Bringing him up for the Casey Bomb, drilling him into the steel chair itself! It makes a sickening crunch as Angel, still completely dead to the world, goes through it. Casey places a hand on Angel's chest... 1... 2... 3. Casey wins, and its trivial at this point. The referee raises his hand and immediately starts begging for Casey to leave Angel alone]
Erik Knights: ...Here is your winner, and still FHT Hardcore Champion... Crusher Casey...
[There's disgust in Erik's voice as Casey proudly lifts his Hardcore Title in the air, leaving the ring with the damage done as medics and road agents come piling out of the backstage arena to treat Angel once again. The fans are just about recovering to shout insults towards Casey, but most are staring at the ring still, where Dark Angel has not moved since the chair shots]
Rachel Beckett: That's one successful defence for the FHT Hardcore Champion! Crusher Casey dominated Dark Angel, what a performance.
Gary King: ...I'm not even going to bother arguing with you, if after that you can still think Casey's a swell guy, you're obviously mentally ill. Dark Angel didn't deserve that, Rachel, nobody does!
[Casey stands on the entrance ramp, posing with his belt as Angel is stretched off next to him. There's still no movement from Angel and Casey soaks in the hatred just pouring out of these fans as FHT/ELITE goes to commercial]
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Post by "Sick" Nick™ on Jul 14, 2009 18:51:28 GMT -5
“Down With The Sickness” by Disturbed starts to play as The Elite Heavyweight Champion walks out onto the stage.
Gary King: It looks like we are going to be getting our answer to who is going to be facing Nick in the main event tonight.
Nick makes his way down the ramp and into the ring. A mic is handed to Nick.
“Sick” Nick: You know this was such a hard choice for me. There are so many warriors on this roster to face… All would be a good opponent. But In the end, I sorted them all out and found one. And who is that one you ask? . . . Trey Spruance!
The crowd pops at Nick’s choice.
“Sick” Nick: So now you are probably asking, ‘Why is he picking Trey?’… The answer is simple. It was one evening in Madison Square Garden. There he was, Trey, sitting a few rows back as I stood atop the cage! It was the first time he saw me wrestling a match live. My heart was racing, adrenaline flowing! I stood there ready to hit a HUGE Splash off the top of the cage, down on my fallen opponent to end the matc . . . Wait a second… That was Jimmy ‘Super Fly’ Snuka and that was Mick Foley in attendance . . . . . Actually I can’t remember when Trey first saw me. Must be all those chair shots. Anyway, Trey says I was some sort of mentor of sorts to him. I want to see what he has learned firsthand, and what better way than to put the title on the line? Trey, it’s time to make you famous!
Nick drops the mic and waits for his opponent.
Gary King: Well folks. One more short commercial break and we’ll come back with our main event.
Legacy goes to a commercial break with “Down With The Sickness” playing in the background.
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Post by Blade on Jul 14, 2009 20:06:12 GMT -5
--FHT/ELITE Legacy returns from commercial at ringside. Trey Spruance is on his way down the ramp to “Walk” by Pantera. The crowd are clearly supporting the rookie, happy to be cheering the underdog. The camera switches to the commentary desk with Rachel Beckett and Gary King.--
[/i] Gary King: Since returning, Trey Spruance has been seen under the wing of Lbm and now it appears "Sick" Nick is taking an interest in the rookie.Rachel Beckett: What a waste! They take interest in that drunk but condemn guys like Max Venom and Ace Andrews?Gary King: Wait, speaking of Ace Andrews...--The camera switches backstage to Ace Andrews office. Ace is sitting behind his desk in his wheelchair, with the big man Levinator standing at his shoulder. Standing on the over side of the desk is Sentience, clearly arguing with Ace. The scene opens in the middle of the conversation.--[/i] Ace Andrews: No way, no bloody way.Sentience: Ah, but Mr Andrews you seem to be forgetting our little...tirade a mere few weeks ago.Ace Andrews: What the hell are you talking about?Sentience: Do you not remember how we managed to get you into that wheelchair in the first place? The DVD we found when we futilely attempt to get you to resign your post.Ace Andrews: O no, you can’t pull that trick on me again. And besides, The Uprising is dead, you no longer have leverage over me.Sentience: You seem to be confused. This is NOT the tape of you and your misguided attempt to forge an Alliance with Soul Reaper in order to force Max out as leader of The Uprising. This is something that could destroy your very livelihood if it was ever released to the press. Normally we, the Heretics Anonymous, would be beyond such measures but we feel that you are an exceptional circumstance. You have but two choices. Grant our request or say goodbye to your pleasant life.--Obviously fuming, Ace stammers his words before muttering a single work--[/i] Ace Andrews: Fine...Sentience: We knew you would see it our way. I’ll pass on the good news.--Sentience turns and leaves Ace’s office. Ace, in blind rage knocks his computer monitor for his desk, smashing on the floor. At that, the camera switches back to the ring. Trey has reached the ring, both men having been watching the events unfolding back stage. The crowd are psyched as Nick and Trey turn their attention towards each other, preparing to begin tonights main event. But then...--[/i] [/center]
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Post by Blade on Jul 14, 2009 20:10:27 GMT -5
“IT IS, THE END OF ALL HOPE”
--Once again the euphoric words sound out around the arena, the crowd clearly unhappy about the Heretics interfering in this match. Nick and Trey, obviously confused look across the ring from each other before turning to look up at the stage. The Voice of the Heretics, Sentience, steps out onto the stage alone with mic in hand. He signals to the tech guys to cut to music, and stands on the stage staring down at the two men.--
Sentience: And yet again the circle repeats itself. Our words fall upon death ears even on this night. On this night, you could have destroyed us by recognising us as a threat. All it would have taken, is for each and every champion to select one of us as their opponent and worn us down piece by piece. Granted, you would not have been guaranteed victory but you missed a golden opportunity. But we are going to take matters into our own hands and take control.
--Inside the ring, Nick is getting frustrated at the delays but Sentience just stares down at Nick in defiance.--
[/i] Sentience: Yes, the gimmick of the evening has been one of choices. But we are bending the rules in order to get what we want, our choice of how these events should unfold. Nick, were you aware that your contract for this match only states that ONE opponent can be your choice? --Initially confused, Nick slowly starts to realise what’s happening, the pieces of the puzzle falling into place.--[/i] Sentience: Through creative manipulation and exploitation of that loophole, this match has a new challenger. And he is standing right behind you.--Nick, quick on his feet turns completely around but is met by a kick to the chin, sending him tumbling over the top rope. Trey also spins around to face the assailant, seeing Blade in the centre of the ring. Trey charges at Blade, but he gets intercepted and slammed to the mat with an STO. Blade turns to the referee, ordering him to ring the bell. The referee is hesitant, but one of the ringside assistants climbs up onto the apron and whispers something to him. Receiving official confirmation, he rings the bell started this Triple Threat. With the match officially started, Blade quickly covers Trey.--
One... Kickout
--Blade is quickly to his feet, stomping down on Treys chest. Outside the ring, Nick has recovered from the cheap shot and slides back into the ring under the bottom rope, Blade turning to meet him. They trade right hand shots, Blade forcing Nick backwards towards the turnbuckle. Nick begins to fight back, forcing Blade backwards, flailing away. Suddenly Nick stops attacking, leaving Blade with a confused look on his face. But all is soon clear when Nick shoves Blade backwards. Blade stumbles, before tripping over Trey who is on his hands and knees behind him. Trey jumps up to his feet, putting his hand in the air for a high five with Nick, who obliges to a cheer from the crowd. But Nick is all business, blasting Trey in the gut with a swift kick to the gut which doubles him over. Clubbed on the back, Trey crashes to the mat. Turning his attention back to the rising Blade, Nick grabs Blade by the hair and pulls him into a nearby turnbuckle. After blasting him with a one-two combination punch to the gut, Nick grabs Blade in a ¾-facelock and pulls him away from the corner. Nick runs up the turnbuckle, leaps off and lands an Acid Drop. Trey is back on his feet, and hits Nick with a spear sending him to the mat hard. Trey crawls over and covers Blade.--
One... ..Nick breaks up the pin attempt[/i] Gary King: This is typical Blade! Manipulating the rules to his own end to get what he wants, forcing Nick's first defence of the title to be in this triple threat match, where he doesn't even need to be pinned to lose!Rachel Beckett: You know what? I kinda like it! Good on Blade, here's a man who can take things into his own hands for once.--Nick drags Trey away from Blade, who rolls under the bottom rope. Facing off in the centre of the ring, Trey swings a closed fist at Nick. Due to the momentum, Trey spins around inadvertently giving Nick an opening. Nick gets Trey around the waist with a hip lock and attempts a German Suplex, but Trey hooks his leg around Nicks, blocking the move. Nick clubs Trey on the back, once, twice, and tries another German Suplex which is again blocked by Trey. Throwing a backwards elbow, Trey lands a shot to the side of Nicks head. Trey does it again, dazing Nick slightly. Spinning in place, Trey turns to face Nick. But Nick doesn’t break his grip, holding the hip lock tightly. Trying to break Nicks grip, Trey sticks his thumbs in Nick’s eyes. Nick keeps his grip and recoils, before head butting Trey. Unable the go anywhere, the force of the blow causes Trey’s neck to snap backwards. Without warning, Blade hits Nick in the back with a dropkick sending him and Trey towards the ropes. Blade is back to his feet and charges at the pair. Blade hits them with a clothesline each, sending all 3 men tumbling over the top rope. Managing to land on the apron, Blade stands with his back towards Trey and Nick, waiting for them to get back to his feet. When they do, Blade jumps to the second rope and springs off with a twisting senton. Blade lands on top of both men, sending all 3 of them back to the mat.--Rachel Beckett: What a move from Blade right there! Could we have a new ELITE Champion two weeks in a row here on Legacy?Gary King: So now the Uprising is dead you're sucking up to the Heretics? You are something else, Beckett.--Blade is to his feet first and pulls Trey up to his knees by his dreads. Grabbing him in a side-headlock, Blade runs Trey headfirst into a nearby turnbuckle pole. Blade turns his attention back to Nick who is now on his feet. Blade throws a punch towards Nick, but Nick blocks and sends one back in return. Blade blocks the shot and throws yet another punch. Nick ducks under and charges a shoulder at Blade, lifting him off his feet. Nick slams Blade back first into the barrier at ringside, letting him drop to his knees. Grabbing Blade by the head, Nick slams him face first on the steel ramp way with velocity. The referee has since climb out the ring and is ordering Nick to take it back in the ring. Nick complies and roles Blade into the ring, closely following him. Back in the ring, Nick stalks Blade, waiting for him to get to his feet. Kicking Blade in the abdomen, Nick slams Blade to the mat with a Snap DDT. Nick pins Blade.--
One... Two... ..Trey breaks up the pin attempt.
--Blade rolls to the side as Trey starts his assault on Nick. Trey forces Nick down to the mat, before beating down on him with lefts and rights. Nick tries to throw his hands up to guard against them but Trey just punches around the block with closed hand shots. Trey grabs Nick by the head before leaning down and biting at Nick’s forehead. Nick’s legs kick out in pain but the referee forces Trey to stop biting. Trey gets to his feet, quickly dropping his leg down across Nick’s throat. Climbing up a nearby turnbuckle, trey leaps off and lands on top of Nick with a splash. Trey follows up with a pin attempt.--
One... Two... Kickout
--Trey looks briefly up at the referee before turning his attention back to Nick. Sitting Nick up, Trey locks in a tight sleeper hold. Nick tries to struggle out of the hold, grabbing at Trey’s dreads but Trey keeps the hold locked in tightly. Trey wears Nick down, who is getting visibly weaker. Realising that Nick is about to pass out, the referee checks up on him, before lifting his arm up into the air. Thump! Nicks hand hits the mat. The referee lifts it up again. Thump! For a second time Nicks hand hits the mat. The referee lifts Nicks hand up for the last time...but no, Nick stops his hand from hitting the mat. With a fresh burst of energy, Nick pushes to his feet while Trey tries to keep his grip. Now on his feet, Nick tries to break the hold but Trey jumps on Nicks back, desperate to not break the sleeper. Nick reaches up and manages to grab Trey by the back of the head, managing locking in a ¾-facelock. Nick drops to a sitting position, dropping Treys chin on his shoulder with a modified stunner. Nick covers Trey.--
One... Two... Blade breaks up the pin attempt[/i] Gary King: Nobody can get a pin in this match! With three resilient men in the ring like Blade, “Sick” Nick and Trey Spruance, they're either kicking out or having the pins broken up.Rachel Beckett: You have to incapacitate both men in a match like this to win, and that could well be easier said that done. All three are hardcore wrestlers who pride themselves on their ability to keep getting up for more!--Blade whips Nick towards the ropes. Nick bounces off and Blade picks Nick up and slams him with a spine buster. Blade turns to a rising Trey before tossing him over the top rope. Blade catches Nick in the abdomen with a stiff kick, before lifting him up in a Gory Special position. Nick tries to wriggle free but Blade holds on tight. Blade sets up Nick before slamming him to the mat headfirst with the Hells Requiem*. Blade covers Nick.--
One... Two... ..Nick barely kicks out.[/i] Rachel Beckett: Damn it! Blade was fractions of a second away from becoming the new ELITE Champion! He has to stay focused though.Gary King: We know Blade has a real temper on him though, and I think that near-miss might have broke what patience he has.--Blade is stunned and slams his hands on the mat as he gets to his feet. Blade begins to argue with the referee, believing he should have won with that last move. The referee argues back that it was only a two count. Blade loses his temper and kicks the referee in the head with a stiff kick, sending him to the ground like a sack of bricks. Blade turns to look at the still downed Nick, smiling sadistically. He climbs out of the ring and roots under the ring, pulling out a pair of steel chairs, placing them in the ring. Blade clambers back into the ring, picking one of the chairs up with his hands and turns towards Nick. Now on his knees, Nick is slammed with a steel chair to the cranium and collapses back to the mat, rolling off to the side. Trey climbs back in the ring behind Blade, knocking him to the mat with a chop block to the back of the knee. Blade drops to the mat, dropping the chair and grabs at his weakened knee. Trey stomps down on Blade, before noticing both chairs. Moving with purpose, Trey spins Blade onto his stomach and grabs one of the chairs, placing it under Blades head. Picking up the other chair, Trey stands over Blades body and lifts it up into the air, obviously attempting a conchairto. Trey brings the chair down hard. SMASH! It misses its target as Sentience, hidden from view the entire match, drags Blade to safety. The shockwave of the blow causes Trey to drop the chair, holding his hands in each other. Without warning he is spun around and caught in the gut with a swift kick. Nick lifts Trey up and slams him with a “Sick” Bomb. Nick covers..--
One... Two... THREE![/i] Erik Knight: And your winner, still ELITE Heavyweight Champion, “Sick” NickGary King: Nick retains! Despite the odds against him, the Sick One has prevailed tonight on his first title defence!Rachel Beckett: Blade and Trey both gave him a fight to remember there, but Nick hung on this time. We'll have to see how long he can do that...--The referee hands Nick his title belt as Trey rolls off to the side, hand on the back of his head. Sentience is helping Blade up the ramp way, favouring his knee slightly. The final shot of the show is in the ring, Nick holding his title proudly in the air.--[/i] [/center] *Blade finisher AKA Barry White Driver
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