-- Live from Detroit, Michigan -- 7:00 pm Eastern Time -- Joe Louis Arena -- FHW proudly presents --
"SHOUT... SHOUT... LET IT ALL OUT! THESE ARE THE
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The sounds of Disturbed's cover of
Tears for Fears Shout sounds over the firkntron... Our
televisions glow with the ora from the set. We watch with our
eyes at full focus adjusting to the very screen that we have come
to know as the home of the FHW. The very screen for which we
havec ome to for the last 2 & a half years. We sit down with
our beer or coke to our side. We sit with our friends &
family & prepare for the very next blood bath. We watch glued
to our sets questions what could possibly happen this time? What
could FHW possibly have in story for us this time around.
...The music fades...
-- What happened to Thursdays? --
(We open up to see Reed rothchild walking away from his car & into the FHW arena... We see him walk through the first set of doors where Tumbler is standing, Tumbler nails him hard with a quick hammer right to the ribcage... Roth collapses to the ground as tumbler drops the hammer on his chest & leaves on his way...)
Peter Roberts: What the HELL was that all about?! Good god!
Fred Estridge: Hell's already striking!
Peter Roberts: Good god folks, welcome to another action packed event as we suit up for the very debut of our brand new card. Ricochet & what a way to start out the event than having 5 epic mega hardcore events RIGHT here tonight LIVE in Detroit, Michigan at the JOE LOUIS ARENA! Folks, tonight is bound for greatness as we prepare for a hell of a show. We will see more action than we can probably anticipate! This is going to be a night that will end all Mayhems & will be the new beginning! Last Man Standing has finally been announced & it's an FHW BIG ONE... Every member of the FHW enters ONE CELL in one hell of an unholy force... One cell with a ladder up in the middle of it up to the roof of it... One door... How do you win?! Royal RUMBLE style RULESET.. You throw your opponent either out from the TOP of the CELL, or through the DAMNED DOOR! This match can get as hardcore as you want it to, or stay as mellow as you want... But you can bet in FHW the potential is grand & the victory is GOLD. A match with the World CHAMPION Crusader... This is going to be a night of shocking elements as we start way to Last Man Standing II...
Fred Estridge: Oooohhh, Last Man Standing, what a vicious night that was last year & this year should blow it out of the f*cking water! Folks, you better be there 'cause EVERY SINGLE FHW WRESTLER WILL... BLOOD GALORE! A hell in a CELL! Imagine 30 people in the cell at once, possibly ON TOP, with a LADDER in the middle, they can bring ANYTHING they want to the RING! Hell! Chairs! Tables! The potential is almost ENDLESS & I personally, can't wait as we've been waiting a hell of a long time for an FHW PPV...
Peter Roberts: ...be george, the world will be rocked by this event & to build it up, we start with tonights Ricochet, and a good name for if you cause trouble, chances are it's gonna come back to bite you... Folks, without further ado.. It's that time again... TIME TO GET HARDCORE!
Fred Estridge: Hardcore is the word that makes this FED HAPPEN...
Peter Roberts: Let's start the night off with tonights countdown... First off Phoenix gets a second chance to redeem himself, facing off against a man who was upset to a loss by Lee Todd, the Fireman... These two have been thwarted backstage a few times now, but this is going to be a match to end matches, call it a hunch, this ones gonna be a good kickoff... Immediatly following that Sabotage returns for his second match since his epic return to the FHW... He faces off against a man from the same time, a returning FHW LEGAND.. INSOMNIAC! These two are both known for going hardcore when it's not neccessary & if it's blood you want Fred, it's blood you'll get!
Fred Estridge: Promise?
Peter Roberts: ...then after that, a match with main event potential! Lee F'n Todd & Scot Lamont team up in what should be called the most-idiotic-put together team in history to face off against the Masked Man & Mark Tragedy... This one's been building up for a while now & the blood should be ready to splurt... Good god, good god... Not only that but The Chosen One debut's against Jonas Prophet who had a very good debut last week against the Phoenix. This one's not gonna be hard to spot some good moves in... and Finally, for the main event, the match to end all matches... Archangel & Crusader will face off against Reed Rothchild & Flashback! This one goes beyond all boundaries & it's guranted to be one hell of a non-action stop thrill ride rollercoaster of BLOOD! GOOD GOD LISTEN TO THIS CROWD!
[This Detroit Crowd is going ballistic...]
Peter Roberts: ...and now we get to start this EPIC event as we begin the VERY first match of the very FIRST RICOCHET! GOOD GOD! GOOD GOD! GOOD GOD!
-- Phoenix vs The Fireman --
(..."It Ain't My Fault" begins to blast over the firkntron as the lights suddenly go completly black. Red lights start flickering from the left & the right of the Joe Louis arena.. There is no sign of the expected Phoenix on the stage or near the ring, the camera pans around the arena, no sign. The camera then looks straight up & we see Phoenix dangling from the rafters slowly lowering himself on a harness... "Ladies & Gentlemen, the following match is schedueled for one fall... Currently entering the ring, weighing in at 219lbs & standing at 6'2" ...He hails in from parts unknown... He is the master of the Phoenonimal... He is newcomer to the FHW.. Is the the PHOENIX!!!" ...He gets into the ring, looks at the ground, and suddenly red and gold pyro shoot into the air. He then gets on each 2nd turnbuckle and acknowledges his fans... ...)
[The fans begin an ASSHOLE! chant for Phoenix in reply for his acknowledgments...]
(The arena goes dark apart from a few spotlights circling over the crowd. Fuel by Metallica starts with the sound of revving cars getting louder and louder the words fuel and fire flash on the firkntron in a firey text in sync with the lyrics as the word desire is said.. A video of an inferno appears on a firkntron which is followed by red pyros shooting at the top of the ramp and along the sides going down to the ring in sync with the “hut” as the song kicks in. The house lights come back on to show the fireman at the top of the ramp with amber who sports tight, small red tops, yellow mini skirt and a fireman’s hat, along with red high heels... "...and his opponent, Currently making his way to ringside, being accompanied by Amber.. He hails in from parts unknown... He weighs in at 310lbs & stands at 6'2" ...Making his DEBUT, he is... THE FIREMAN!!!" ...The fans cheer, they don't know why, but they like this guy... The bell rings...)
Peter Roberts: ...Well folks, it looks as though this one is on & Fireman once again has the huge size advantage over his opponent... Phoenix is hopping around the ring trying to look for a weakpoint on Fireman, but good luck finding one of this ogre of a man... Phoenix goes in for a quick pot shot to the ribs but Fireman moves his hand away before he can reach a target.. Phoenix takes a step back...
Fred Estridge: Phoenix has to outthink the big fat man titted fire freak... Shouldn't be too hard mind you...
Peter Roberts: The Fireman is just standing at the ready.. Phoenix goes in for a pot shot again but the Fireman once again raises his hand for the glock.. Phoenix looks like he's getting a little bit frustrated trying to get past the behemoth of a man... Phoenix is shaking his head at the reff, he turns to point a finger at the Fireman... What is he?! He's pointing at the fireman? What the hell is that supposed to accomplish!
Fred Estridge: Quiet, let the man do what he's doing! If he gets thrown through the canvas for it.. It's his own fault!
Peter Roberts: Fireman looks puzzled, Phoenix takes a step forward & he's got that finger right in Fireman's face & Fireman looks irritated!
Fred Estridge: ...More so than irritated! He just grabbed the Phoenix with both hands & brought his head into his own & takes the flying bird boy down to the ground with a headbutt from HELL! Phoenix, being smart as pulling himself away into the corner, he sure wasn't expecting that... Fireman actually HIT HIM!
Peter Roberts: ..Phoenix looks a little dazed from that single headbutt... He's now lifting himself back up to his feet & the Fireman is walking toward him, daring him to make a move... Phoenix has nowhere to go, he quickly darts to the fireman, but only to be clotheslined right back down to the canvas in a fury of pain... The Fireman now turns around & grabs Phoenix around the throat & begins to pull him up...
Fred Estridge: You'de be suprised how powerfull fat can be sometimes... He's heaving the bloody Phoenix up like a simple leaf...
Peter Roberts: Phoenix looks like he's a little frightened at this point, OH! The Fireman non-chalently tosses the bird into the corner & then drives a knee right into his ribcage, OH! ...another... Phoenix isn't too sturdy in that corner.. The Fireman grabs him & fires him into the opposing corner & then follows in with a big boot, but before he could hit, Phoenix launched himself up on the second turnbuckle & stormed down with an eblowdrop; He lands it right on top of the Firemans shoulder!
Fred Estridge: Intelligence beats Strength, unfortunatly... Brute strength is another level.. It looks like the Fireman may have hurt his shoulder, but he's still standing & Phoenix looks as though he's about to piss his pants... Oh, the cocky little bastard runs in!
Peter Roberts: GOOD GOD! Phoenix with a fist to the side of Fireman's HEAD! Oh, another.. The Fireman is stagger... Phoenix with another punch right across the face & DAMMIT REFF! Those are closed fist... The Fireman looks a little nautious at this point, Phoenix with another fist, and another... Good god, the Fireman is being worked HERE! Phoenix now bounces off the ropes but NO! ...He runs straight into the giant boot of the Fireman & he gets decpicated by that vile size 15 boot...
Fred Estridge: Size 15, isn't that what your mother wears Petey?
Peter Roberts: Phoenix is on the canvas & he's not moving.. The Fireman is however a diffrent story, he's putting his foot to the throat of Phoenix & he's applying a hell of alot of pressure, and the reff doesn't look as though he's too happy, he grabs the Fireman's massive arm & tries to pull him away...
Fred Estridge: Christ, even with two hands the reff can barely get his arms around the Fireman's single bicep... Baha, wimpy reff... OH, wimpy reff gets thrown to the ground by Fireman...
Peter Roberts: Oh, not a smart move by Fireman...
Fred Estridge: Nothing is.
Peter Roberts: Fireman now lets go of the boot to Phoenix's through & pulls him back up to his feet, He sets him up between his legs & it looks like he's going for a piledriver... NO! NO! Phoenix pushes away before Fireman went for the hold.. Fireman looks up as Phoenix lunges at him with a jumping fist to the face & that knocked the big man against the ropes, Phoenix now with a knee to the chest, Fireman's hunched over & the Phoenix drops him with a ROCKER DROPPER! Good god! Good god, the Fireman was NOT expecting that...
Fred Estridge: ...He's big a dumb, he doesn't expect much...
Peter Roberts: Oh, Phoenix now somersaults right on top of Fireman with a somersault bodysplash from a standing position, he rolls off quickly & leaps to his face with his arms spread wide for the fans...
[The fans respond with more chants of ASSHOLE...]
Fred Estridge: Stupid fans!
Peter Roberts: They have the right to express there opinions! Phoenix now turns around & see's the Fireman NOW STANDING! Unbelievable! Phoenix runs at him with a SPEAR?! ..but NO! NO! Fireman CAUGHT HIM & heaves him up for a POWERBOMB, he brings Phoenix UP, but Phoenix pushes off from the face & drops Fireman face first into the matt with a face slam & that's not what the fireman was expecting... OH! Phoenix rolls him over & covers for the pin...
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Fred Estridge: HUGE KICKOUT! He sends the small birdie boy halfway across the ring with that kickout...
Peter Roberts: ...Can't keep a big man down & the Fireman is starting to get up once again.. He looks a little agrevated! Phoenix runs at him & then slides under his ropes, Fireman turns around as Phoenix gives him a big soccer kicked to the groin! GOOD GOD, COME ON REFF! ...Fireman's haunched over, Phoenix quickly drops him with a planted DDT straight down the canvas!
Fred Estridge: I'de say that could give the Fireman brain damage, but really.. There's not much to damage anyways...
Peter Roberts: C'mon Fred, for gods sake... Phoenix is now lifting the Fireman back up to his feet... He grabs him, spins him around in a full circle & then uses his own momentum against himself as Phoenix propells him into the ropes.. Fireman comes back just as Phoenix finds the second turnbuckle, leaps off & catches Fireman HALFWAY WITH A HURRICANRANA! By god, what a BEAUTY OF A MOVE! He takes the huge man right down & Fireman lands right on his own damned back, Phoenix kicks up... He runs forward, right against the ropes & falls back with a backsprind double elbow to the chest of Fireman!
Fred Estridge: This kid can move...
Peter Roberts: He moves like a Phoenix I guess you could say... He's back up now & he's climbing to the top-rope... What is he signall... OH, he leaps off, he's GOT AIIIIIRRRRRRRRRRRR... HERE HE COMES!
Fred Estridge: Shit! Nice SWANTON BOMB! He connects bigtime & the big man FELT IT BIGTIME TOO... Oh, Phoenix covers up...
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Peter Roberts: Good god, he almost got him that time & Fireman barely had any energy to even try to kick out of that one, he's barely even able to move, let alone kick out of these moves... Phoenix is shaking his head.. He grabs the Fireman by both sides of his hair.. OH! He's crashing the fireman's head repeatedly into the canvas, AGAIN! AGAIN! AGAIN... Good god, the Fireman's desperatly trying to get away & Amber is on the apron giving Phoenix a wink.. Phoenix looks up & smashes Fireman's head into the matt once more.. He then turns to Amber...
Fred Estridge: I don't blame him! VAVAVOOOOOOM!
Peter Roberts: She's waving at Phoenix & Phoenix gives her a WINK BACK... He then steps up to her & SPITS ON HER! HE SPAT ON HER! Amber falls back in SHOCK! Good god, he spat on her & look at the smile of Phoenix's FACE! He's proud of himself! He turns around to see a VERY ANGRY Fireman who grabs him with one hand & CHOKESLAMS HIM DOWN HARD TO THE CANVAS!
Fred Estridge: Jesus, he almost sent him through the CANVAS!
Peter Roberts: That one rattled the Phoenix's BONES... Fireman rolls Phoenix up for the pin...
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Fred Estridge: Woah, it doesn't get much closer than that...
Peter Roberts: Good god, Phoenix kicked out at the last second there & now the Fireman is lifting him up once aga... NO! NO! Phoenix with a LOW BLOW!
[The crowd goes into a frenzy of boos...]
Peter Roberts: Good god, that brought the Fireman down to size... He's hunched over & now Phoenix hops to the top-rope... Fireman stumbles back & Phoenix flips over with a top-rope somersault NECKBREAKER (blockbuster) ...Good god! That looked like it may have caused the Fireman some serious injury & now the Phoenix goes for the pin...
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Fred Estridge: What the HELL?! Maybe Phoenix isn't as smart as i figured he was....
Peter Robets: He broke the PIN?! The reff doesn't look like he's too happy with him but Phoenix pushes the reff aside & then climbs to the top-rope, HE WANTS TO FINNISH THE FIREMAN! Good god! 450 SPLASH! 450 SPLASH! That's the phenominal!!! That's the Phenominal, he pulls up the massive leg of the Fireman! He pulls the huge leg of the Fireman up...
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Peter Roberts: ...he DID IT! The Phoenix will walk away with the victory of this one & he's gonna leave the Fireman as bait for his next opponent, good god, what a way to start the night, an unbelievable match between two fierce competitor's & we're just STARTING To WARM UP folks...
-- Phoenix wins via Phenominal --
Peter Roberts: Good god, what an unbelievable matchup & a great MOVE by Phoenix, the Phenominal! Phoenix demonstrating that a little bad lucky in his first match won't keep him downsized by the giant Fireman... Things are REALLY starting to heat up now as we begin tonights show... God only knows what else can possibly be brewing in the back... and folks, don't forget...
More than 30 Men in One Cell
...More than Life itself is on the Line...
A ladder Split down the middle
A whole lot of HELL
...and ONE WORLD TITLE CHAMPIONSHIP...
Febuary 11th
Peter Roberts: ...Good god folks, that is gonna be a PPV to make history & blood is gonna go all over the place, I hope you have your steal per view illegal cable boxes ready 'cause thats gonna be a mind blower, but for now we must move to our next match of the evening... Good god... Good god... Good god...
-- Insomniac vs Sabotage --
(Meet the Creeper begins to slowly start as Insomniac steps out from under the curtain in a very cryptic manner... He enters down the rampway slowly & looks on with a vicious sense of hate, he stares down Tragedy inside of the ring, blue & white pyro's flash as he raises his arms to the side & darts toward the ring, "Ladies & Gentlemen, the following match is schedueled for one fall... Currently Coming to the ring, hailing in from the City that Never sleeps... He weighs in at 220lbs, and stands in at 5'10", he is part of a very powerfull stable known as the Lost Souls, he is former Hardcore Champion, Former Tag-Team Champion... An FHW LEGEND... HE IS THE INSOMNIAC!!!" ...The crowd roars in aproval & wait for the bell to ring...)
(The lights dim as Sabotage begins to blare over the loudspeaker. The word Legacy starts to flash on the firkntron as green pyros erupt everywhere. When the pyros die down, Sabotage steps out from the back... He slowly makes his way down to the ring to a very loud crowd ovation. As he enters the ring, the announcers voice comes up "...and his opponent, making his return to the ring, he represents the Legacy, he hails in from Intercourse, PA... He weighs in at 261lbs & stands at 6'3".. He is SABOTAGE!!!" ...The fans cheer like mad as the bell rings...)
Peter Roberts: ...and this one is on, Sabotage has been pretty quiet since he came back out of retirement, same had Insomniac.. These two have a mutual respect for one another & have both been through two of the most pain enduring matchups in FHW history.. Sabotage with the exploding barbed wire ring match with the legendary White Panther & Insomniac with that brutal scaffold match with none other than Avalanch...
Fred Estridge: Yeah, let's hope they haven't gotten frail in there old age...
Peter Roberts: old age?! That was less than a year ag... Here we go! both Sabotage & The Insomniac lock up, OH! Sabotage pushes Insomniac off with his brute strength... Insomniac tumbles backward & then locks up with Sabotage again.. Oh, again.. Sabotage pushes him right off, Insomniac comes back in & goes for the grapple but Sabotage grabs his arm & gives it a twist... He snaps it down & Insomniac lets go an agonising yell... Sabotage wrenches on that arm once again & Insomniac looks like he's in pain... OH! He does a flip & then takes Sabotage down with an armdrag & Sabotage goes sliding, but he's right back up to his feet & face to face with Insomniac...
Fred Estridge: Table! Table! Table!
Peter Roberts: ...Sabotage now runs at Insomniac, but the sleepless one reads it & drops Sabotage with a dragonscrew & sends him falling to the canvas face first! Sabotage pushes off of the canvas but Insomniac grabs him before he pushes all the way up, wrenches in his back & pulls up with a elevated CAMEL CLUTCH & MAN! Sabotage has to be hurting...
Fred Estridge: No doubt about it. The camel clutch is a vicious move & cowards like Sabotage can't live long to resist it..
Peter Roberts: Well, it looks like he's trying to resist as Insomniac tightens the hold by pulling back even harder & Sabotages hand almost hit the mat that time! Insomniac is really applying pressure & he's got Sabotage right in the middle of the ring.. He's pulling back on his neck now & Sabotage is screaming in agony, he's desperatly trying to escape the hold, but he's got nowhere to go...
Fred Estridge: He could always just tap like the coward he is... Dammit! Insomniac let go, at this pace these guys are not gonna get hardcore, and are not ever gonna get this silly match over with...
Peter Roberts: Insomniac is now pulling Sabotage up by the back of the arm.. He pulls him up to his feet, then grabs him & yanks him forward, straight into a knee by Insomniac, Sabotage hits & flips right over it & lands hard back first to the mat to be nailed with a falling snap back elbow by Insomniac...
Fred Estridge: ..Better play this one is slow mode..
Peter Roberts: ...Insomniac gets right back up now, he grabs Sabotage & pulls him right back up to his feet once again, now Insomniac launches him aga... NO! Sabotage with the reversal & sends Insomniac against the ropes.. Insomniac comes back only to be grabbed by Sabotage... Tilt-a-whirl BACKBREAKER! Good god, he lets the Sleepless ones body fall limp to the canvas..
Fred Estridge: Sleepless one is a contradiction, it looks to me like he's out cold!
Peter Roberts: ..Insomniac is now favoring that back of his & Sabotage nails him in the stomach with a single boot... Insomniac holds his chest in agony & I think he's just had the wind knocked out of him... OH! Sabotage now scrapes his boot right into the face of the Insomniac! Insomniac tries hard to cover up but no luck! He's desperatly trying to maneuver away...
Fred Estridge: Squiggling like a worm... Oh, here we go! Sabotage brings him up by the hair & nails him with a side elbow, knocking Insomniac into the corner, now the idiot known as Legacy member Sabotage runs in & fly's in with a flying forearm! Ouch, Insomniac looks like he's about to cry...
Peter Roberts: Good god! ..Insomniac slowly stumbles out of the corner but Sabotage shows him no remorse & shoves him right back in... Sabotage now grabs him by the head & throws a knee into his FACE, what leverage! Insomniac looks like he may have lost a filling there, Sabotage now grabs him & lifts him up onto the top-rope... Insomniacs sitting on the top-rope now as Sabotage begins to climb up.. He stands on the top-rope & pulls Insomniac up... He looks like he's going for a top-rope DDT! He tries to fall back but NO! Insomniac puts his foot on the turnbuckle & blocks it! Sabotage tries to fall back, but he can't...
Fred Estridge: I think thats worse for Insomniacs neck than it is for Sabotage...
Peter Roberts: Perhaps NOT! Insomniac pushes Sabotage OFF OF HIM & straight down to the MAT! Good god, Insomniac now fly's DOWN... He's GOT THE AIIIIIRRRRTIIIMMMEEEEEE... Here he comes back down to EARTH! GOOD GOD! BODY SPLASH, and MAN did he get HIGH...
Fred Estridge: It's a wonder he doesn't play basketball... Man, he landed right on Sabotages chest...
Peter Roberts: He did indeed! He's rolling Sabotage up in a small package...
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Fred Estridge: Oh, the lucky bastard kicks out after the two...
Peter Roberts: Good god, i can't believe he can go on! Insomniac is already back to his feet & he's lifting Sabotage up by both arms... OH! OH! He double underhooks Sabotage & drops him right on his FACE! He rams his face into the canvas with that double underhook DDT, he then flips him over & once again attempts the cover...
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Peter Roberts: Good god, Sabotage gets that arm up in the knick of time, but Insomniacs not giving up, he's pulling Sabotage right back up to his feet, Sabotage looks a little dazed & the Insomniac whips him straight into the corner chest first.. OH! sabotage hits hard & then stumbles out but only to have the Insomniac come from behind & shove him right back in...
Fred Estridge: Sabotage is being bullied! Baha, I love it!
Peter Roberts: ...The sleepless one now struggles & manages to get Sabotage to sit on the top-turnbuckle... Insomniac now climbs up from behind, he steps his feet over the opposing side of the turnbuckle, grabs Sabotage in a full NELSON & FALLS BACK! He stays dangling from the top-rope as Sabotage crashes to the mat on his own DAMNED NECK! That's Insomniac pattented Finnisher! The top-rope Dragon SUPLEX! Sabotage is writhing around in pain, he's in agony now as Insomniac steps down from the turnbuckle...
Fred Estridge: ...That move should be classified as illegal...
Peter Roberts: Insomniac now wraps the leg of Sabotage up & goes for the cover...
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Peter Roberts: HE GOT HIM! HE GOT HIM! Insomniac pulls off an upset for the night in an unbelievable FIGHT! Good god almighty folks, these matches just keep getting more & more entertaining...
-- Insomniac wins via Top-Rope Dragon Suplex --
Peter Roberts: Good god folks, that was another unbelievable fight... But we've wasted enough time, STRAIGHT to the next match...
-- Lee Todd & Scot Lamont vs Masked Man & Tragedy --
(The lights in the arena go out and smoke fills the isle. We hear a set of marching drums, and then as if on que.. We watch as an unstoppable amount of security gaurds walk through in two single files down toward the ring... They make there way to the bottom & then circle the ring... They line up all the way up on the rampway & then finally, Lee strolls through the curtain just as the lyrics to King Nothing starts. He slowly strolls down the isle with his left arm raised above his head. The crowd cant stand him and bombard him with trash as he comes down the isle. "Ladies & Gentlemen, the following tag match is schedueled for one fall... Currently coming to ringside... Hailing in from Darlington, England.. He weighs in at 234lbs & stands at 5'9"... He is LEE F'N TODD!" ...he rolls under the bottom rope and puts the mic to his lips, he then pretends to spike it at the reff, the reff cowers but Lee pulls away & chuckles.. The reff shakes his head & then we hear a thud as Lee spikes it against his head...)
(What if god was one of us begins to play over the Firkntron as the Scot emerges, Establishments Logo fills the firkntron.... The Scot gives the side sound system a kick, we hear record scratches & the Scots voice is heard over the music, "WAIT A MINUTE! God is one of us! GOD IS ME!" a slight cackle is heard, and then pretty fly for a white guy begins to play as the Scot struts down to ringside with a tremendous smile on his face. "...and his partner, representing the Establishment... He weighs in at 264lbs and stands 6’4”, he is The Firkn Scot, Scot Lamont!!!" ...He slides into the ring & gives the crowd a disgusting act... He moons them, flipping his kilt right on up... Lee Todd shakes his head...)
(Tragedy’s Bee Gee's "Tragedy" hits the firkntron & the Arrogance United logo shatters with a middle finger on the firkntron as Mark makes his way from the back "...and there opponents... Currently Making his way into the ring at this time from Victoria, BC... weighing in at 210 lbs & standing at 5'10", He is the former online Champion... He IS Mark Tragedy!" Surprisingly, he actually gets quite a whole lot of cheers in the distant background... He makes his way into the ring...)
(Isreals Son by Silverchair begins to kick in as someone who is supposedly the masked Man steps out...)
Fred Estridge: It looks like that's not
the Masked Man. This guy looks a little bigger, but he's dressed
exactly the same.
Peter Roberts: The masked man is just standing at the top of the
ramp. Why isn't he coming down to the ring?
Fred Estridge: HOLY SHIT! HE JUST TOOK HIS OWN MASK OFF! IT'S
KIRK LASH! HOLY SHIT! I haven't seen this guy in a longer period
of time than i haven't seen somebody else I can't remember!
Peter Roberts: Errr, what? ...GOOD GOD! Look at Lamonts face! He's speechless!
[The crowd is going nuts...]
Fred Estridge: This is a night of FIRSTS!
Peter Roberts: Good god Scot Lamont is in complete shock.. He's looking around like nothing.. He's in bloody SHOCK & WE ALL ARE! that's Kirk Lash! He's been M.I.A. for almost a YEAR NOW, what the HELL is he doing back?!
(Kirk holds a mic up to his lips...)
Kirk Lash: What's the matter Lamont? Seen a ghost? ...Now before you think I'M the masked man, Let me let you in on a little secret. I'm not. I'm just the masked man tonight. This ass kicking you're both about to get is strictly business by the REAL masked man. You'll probably see him a little later, but for now...
(Kirk runs toward the ring & then slides in just as the bell rings...)
Peter Roberts: Kirk Lash is HERE! He steps up to his feet & gets a fist by the Scot! Another! Another... Lee Todd & the Scot both whip Kirk into the ropes... Kirk comes back & STOPS MIDWAY! He gives them both a knife edge chop to the throat, and plants them both with a DDT! Tragedy looks just as shocked as everybody else in the arena, Kirk Lash is back & he's hit the FHW once again...
Fred Estridge: Kirk's cleaning up!
Peter Roberts: ...Lee Todd rolls out of the ring as the Scot stands in a daze.. Kirk quickly belts him to the side of the head, grabs him by the shoulder & whips him into the ropes, the Scot comes back & ducks an on-coming clothesline.. He goes across the opposing ropes & then comes back only to receive a knee to the guy by Lash.. Lash then grabs him by the face, sets up for a russian legsweep...
Fred Estridge: OH! He's gonna damage the Scot's perfect face god dammit!
Peter Roberts: HE FALLS FORWARD! A reverse russian legsweep & he plants the Firk'n one right on his own damned face.. Scot Lamont is checking for blood but Kirk's not ready to give him the time of day as he lifts him up by his hair.. OH! He gives him a knee to the head on the way up & then pulls him even more-so up.. He whips the Scot into the corner & then follows in...
Fred Estridge: YEOUCH!
Peter Roberts: Lash is a BIG MAN & he just bodysplashed the Firk'n one... Firky slowly stumbles out of the corner & Kirk scoups him up, and slams him down hard to the mat.. The Scot tries to roll away but to no saffice as Lash plants a leg along his THROAT..
Fred Estridge: I see Lash still has style...
Peter Roberts: ...He has something Fred, i'm not sure if it's style though.. Lash rolls off of the Firk'n one & then grabs him by the arm & yanks him to his feet, OH! He chops him across the chest, another! ANOTHER!
[The Crowd WHOOO's in response to every chop...]
Peter Roberts: Lash now grabs the arm of the Scot & whips him across the ropes.. The Scot comes back & Kirk grabs him on the comeback, he grabs him with an underhook betwee nthe legs & drives his face down in a michinoku type DRIVER & the Scot looks bloodied! He doesn't even know where he is!
Fred Estridge: Never underestimate a Scot!
Peter Roberts: i never do! ..Kirk drags the limp body of the Scot & tags in Tragedy, Tragedy grabs the ropes & somersaults overtop of them & onto the limp body fo the Scot with a springboard moonsault! Good god, the Scot's receiving gluttony here... Tragedy is now pulling the Firk'n one back up to his feet.. OH! he nails him with a forearm across the head...
Fred Estridge: Cheap SHOT!
Peter Roberts: Tragedy with a follow up fist to the face, OH! right to the bloodied nose of the Scot.. The Scot stumbles back, Tragedy grabs him from behind, hooks up one arm along the throat, the other underneath one arm & FALLS BACK! A cobra-clutch suplex & the Scot is taken backward & dropped right on his own damned skull & HE LOOKS HURT!
Fred Estridge: C'mon you sorry SOB'S! Let the Firk'n one tag LEE TODD! I f*cking dare YOU!
Peter Roberts: ..Tragedy is out to teach the Scot a lesson now as he mounts him & pummels him in the face with vicious punches.. I can't help but note that Lee Todd is not making any effort what-so-ever to help Lamont out... Tragedy is wailing on the Firk'n ones face now, he's bloodied him up good, he finally lets go & tosses the Scot's head to the canvas. Tragedy now grabs the Scot by the arm & drags him back into the corner, he makes the tag to Kirk & Kirk begins to ascent to the top-rope...
Fred Estridge: This isn't good! Kirk drops down with a double knee to the chest of the Firk'n ONE!
Peter Roberts: ...Scot Lamont is coughing up something fierce now as he clutches at his stomach in pain & Kirk Lash is pulling him up to his feet again.. He whips him into the ropes, the Scot comes back but only to get caught by Kirk who heaves him up & BRINGS HIM DOWN! GOOD GOD, a tremendously vile gutbuster drop on part of Kirk Lash there & the Scot's writhing in pain now.. Kirk tags back to Tragedy...
Fred Estridge: Stop the fight! I don't know how, but they're cheating! Brass knuckles or something! They can't do this to FHW'S GOD; god dammit!
Peter Roberts: Tragedy's up on the top-rope as the Scot stumbles to his feet, he turns to face Lee Todd who's now barried his face in the palm of his own hands as Tragedy's off from the top-rope! GOOD GOD, missile dropkick to the back of Lamonts HEAD! Lamont falls forward & skids along the canvas.. Tragedy now scrapes him off of the canv... NO! NO! Scot Lamont nails him with a back heel kick & Tragedy falls down on his knee's...
Fred Estridge: A familiar position i'm sure...
Peter Roberts: The Scot dives forward & makes the tag just as Kirk Lash hops into the ring to make the save but NO LUCK! Lee Todd brings him down with a spontaneous dropkick... Lee Todd now goes to work with the boots to Tragedy, he's nailing him right in the spine, oh, now he grabs him by the arm & pulls him up from the back.. He pulls Tragedy by the arm, then runs toward the ropes with it, hops off of the ropes & flies forward with a springboard armdrag takedown & takes Tragedy to town... Tragedy slides halfway across the canvas & then pushes off & runs at Todd again, but Todd cuts him off with a kick to the chest, followed up with a single-arm DDT! He plants Tragedy!
Fred Estridge: Plants him into the canvas so hard that Tragedy's reaching a point in his life that he can't reproduce...
Peter Roberts: Lee Todd is now pulling Tragedy back up, he launches him against the ropes again... Tragedy hits the ropes & thunders back with a forearm but Todd ducks under, gets around & suplex's Tragedy down back onto his own SPINE... Tragedy bounces up & down like a rag doll... Mark is still showing some resiliance as he begins to sit up, but NO luck as Lee Todd wails him in the face with a double foot dropkick...
Fred Estridge: ...Well, Tragedy wanted to make an impact during his comeback.. I'de say that was a good impact there...
Peter Roberts: Man, I heard that one... Lee Todd's pulling Tragedy up to his feet once again now & WHAT THE HELL?!
(Static-X begins to kick into gear as Avalanch steps out with his massive arms folded across his enormous chest...)
[The fans begin to cheer like mad as he steps out...]
Peter Roberts: ...for some reason Avalanch has just shown up & he's in a STAREDOWN WITH KIRK! Kirk hops off of the apron & he just eyes Avalanch... The reff's attention is adverted & the Scot just hit the ring... Lee Todd just went for a hurricanrana but Tragedy pushes off & runs at him, Lee Todd ducks a clothesline, but the Scot runs in from behind & accepts it! Tragedy turns around to be caught with a standing side kick to the jaw...
Fred Estridge: Things just got a little more intense...
Peter Roberts: Surprisingly Tragedy is still standing after that one... Avalanch is slowly making his way to the ring... and what the HELL?!
(Isreals Son begins to play over the firkntron once again as another masked man steps out fitting more to the size of the one we remember...)
Fred Estridge: ...and things just got a little more f*cked up...
Peter Roberts: Good god, what the hell is going on HERE?! Who the HELL is this man... This man comes screaming down the ring & everybody looks like there in shock NOW! He dives in & he's got a damned ball bat in his hands.. He dives in & gets to his feet, he looks around! He hops up on the apron as Avalanch & Kirk break there stare to look up at him, sneaking from behind Avalanch draws closer to Kirk...
Fred Estridge: He's just standing on the
apron waiting for Lamont to get to his feet.
Peter Roberts: ..Lamont still hurt from that earlier clothesline
stands up & the masked man hops in... and HOLY HELL! HE JUST
SMACKED THE HELL OUT OF LAMONT WITH THAT BALLBAT! ...Good god,
Lamonts busted wide open... Lee Todd looks at Lamont & then
shrugs it of... NO! Todd gets nailed right on top of the DAMNED
HEAD & THE BELL IS RINGING! Kirk Lash slides into the ring
before Avalanch gets his hands on him & now Avalanch climbs
up on the ring apron...
Fred Estridge: This is getting messy.
Peter Roberts: Good god, the BELL IS RINGING! THE BELL IS RINGING! ...Lash picked Scot up with a full nelson & that crazy masked man nails him right in the chest with a baseball swing, Lash lets go & the Scot falls to his knee's & ANOTHER CRACK RIGHT ALONG THE SKULL FOR THE LOVE OF GOD...
-- Lee Todd & Scot Lamont win via DQ --
Fred Estridge: Things are getting good!
Peter Roberts: Good god things are getting strange now, everybody's in the ring... Avalanch is inside & he grabs Kirk by the shoulder & spins him around as Lee Todd gets up from behind of 'Lanchy... OH! GOOD GOD! GOOD GOD! GOOD GOD! Kirk tells 'Lanch to turn around, 'Lanch turns around & CHOKE BOMBS LEE TODD TO HELL & BACK! Avalanch is IN CAHOOTS WITH THESE GUYS?! What the HELL is going on & just who the hell is that masked man anyways...
Fred Estridge: This has got
to stop! This is awsome! HAHA! Now he's going to the top rope
with that bat! SKY-TWISTING SWANTON BOMB! HOLY HELL! A
SKY-TWISTING SWANTON BOMB! He does it on the Scot & THE
Scot's out cold... The masked man hovers above him a.. and...
he's taking OFF THE MASk & HOLY MOTHER OF PEARL... NO WAY!
Peter Roberts: Isn't that Br.. Bri... He's talking of his Mask!
HOLY SHIT!
Fred Estridge: IT'S BRIAN LASH!
Peter Roberts: GOOD LORD! I THOUGHT HE WAS DEAD!?
Fred Estridge: Me too! He was found in that hotel room dead!
Peter Roberts: WHAT THE HELL!?
('Lanch tosses Brian a microphone...
Brian holds it up to his lips with a very distraught look on his
face...)
Brian Lash: That's fucking perfection right there bitches! You all fucking bought it too! You ALL thought I was dead! You were all fucking wrong too! Now it's time for all of you to have a fucking miserable day.
[The crowd starts chanting "LASHES SUCK! LASHES SUCK! LASHES SUCK!"]
Fred Estridge: Shut these detroit idiots up!
Peter Roberts: There expressing there opinions based on what just happened! GOOD GOD FOLKS, what a night this is turning out to be...
(Brian, Kirk, & Avalanch leaves the ringside as Isreals son plays in the background...)
Fred Estridge: I couldn't have said it better myself, The BITCH... IS BACK!
Peter Roberts: GOOD GOD ALMIGHTY folks, things are really starting to get cooking as we setup for our prior to last match of the evening... Making his debut; The Chosen one faces off against a man who has yet to be defeated, Jonas Prophet. This is gonna be a dandy folks! Stick around!
-- The Chosen One vs Jonas Prophet --
(The lights go out on a spotlight shines on the entry way representing a light of god... Bad Religion by Godsmack begins to play, the fans get worried as Jonas does not appear right away... Suddenly, when the summoning part of the song plays out, Jonas Prophet steps out..Dressed all in a priests outfit, white collar black jacket and pants with the holy bible held out to his side... "Laides & Gentlemen, the following match is schedueled for one fall... Currently making his way to ringside hailing in from parts unknown.. He weighs in at 300lbs & stands at 6'6" ...He is a man of the lord, a holy man, he is The MINASTER OF PAIN... JONAS PROPHET!!!" ...He slowly walks into the ring & then holds the bible up into the air as he awaits the opponent...)
(The uhh.. Steiner Brothers theme kicks in as fireworks blaze in all directions as a man masked for unknown reasons steps out. He is build like a brick wall, he stands out with his arms to his side as the beat blasts over the firkntron... He then begins to power his way toward ringside... "...and his opponent, making his in-ring debut, he hails in from Seattle, Washington... He weighs in at 265lbs & stands at 6'3"... He is THE CHOSEN ONE!!!" ...He steps up the steps up to the ring & then stops midway, he puts his hands to his head as if in heavy thought for a second, suddenly the ring ropes explode in flame & then die down instantly.. We look inside the ring to see The Chosen One eye to eye with his opponent... The Chosen One has a mic...)
Chosen One: Let me say hi to everyone who has paid good money to be here, it's my pleasure to wrestler infront of so many good people. As for Jonas, I hope after my victory you can find the sportsmansip in your heart, to shake hands. Now, once again, thanks to the fans for being here tonight.
(He slides the mic outside of the ring & then stands face to face with his opponent once again as the bell rings...)
Peter Roberts: ...and this one is on folks... Both of these men are big men & both of them are setting out to try to prove something & it looks like the Chosen one is gonna start the match off with a series of punches to the right side of the Minasters face. Jonas backs off a little dazed as The Chosen One launches a knee into his chest pounding him against the ropes...
Fred Estridge: It looks like the Minasters one-victory winning streak is gonna come to a quick end...
Peter Roberts: The chosen One launches another fist to the ribcage of Prophet... OH! Prophet returns the hit right in the chest, and it looks like that hit alone knocked the damned wind out of the Chosen One... Chosen One now grabs Jonas & pushes him into the ropes, Jonas hits the ropes chest first & bounces backward where The Chosen One lifts him up & backdrops him to the canvas...
Fred Estridge: I think he just broke him...
Peter Roberts: ...The Chosen One is far from done it seems as he walks over to Jonas & begins to lift him up by the arm, oh, he lifts it way up & then gives a quick pot shot to the ribs... He lets go & Jonas walks across the ring favoring those ribs... Prophet looks a little dazed now as the Chosen One walks over to him, grabs him by the head & begins to give him a rope burn along the ropes with his NECK...
Fred Estridge: Thats the way to do it, use those tactics & you can't loose...
Peter Roberts: ...Chosen One now lets go & pulls Jonas off of the ropes but on the way back Jonas hits him with a back elbow right flat to the face, causing Chosen One to stumble back ever-so slightly... Jonas Prophet turns around & drops him to the canvas with a vicious clothesline!
Fred Estridge: That must have hurt, if not alot.. then a little...
Peter Roberts: Doesn't look like either as The Chosen One is already starting to get back to his fee.. OH! Jonas gives him a swift soccer kick to the back of the head as he tries to sit up & now Prophet grabs the Chosen One by the mask & pulls him up by it... He grabs him by the back of the head & wails his head into the turnbuckle repeatedly, again, agai.. NO! This time the Chosen One blocks it & sends Jonas's face into the turnbuckle, smashing it in, over & over... He then lets go & Prophet turns around clutching his face in his hands... The Chosen Ones up on the second turnbuckle..
Fred Estridge: Looks promising...
Peter Roberts: Oh, he's off the second rope with an arial lariat & he connected... Chosen One also landed on his feet! Good god, what a move... The Chosen one now grabs Prophets legs, hooks one; one way & the other the other... He falls back & cinches in on a figure-four Leglock! Good god almighty, he's got it locked in tight & he's cinching back HARD on the Minaster of Pain... He's working those legs like nothing & Jonas has nowhere to g... g... GOOD GOD! He's trying to flip it over but The Chosen One is doing all he can to fight it...
Fred Estridge: If he gets him over then consider the majority of the damage taken by the Chosen One...
Peter Roberts: ...Jonas is wriggling left & right but The Chosen One is trying to keep up by turning at the same pace... OH! The Minaster catches him off gaurd & makes the TURN AROUND! The Chosen One is screaming in agony as he tries to escape the hold. He holds his face in his hand & screams in agony as the reff finally breaks the two free.. Both men fall favoring there legs... I don't know who received the majority of the punishment there, but rest assured, both parties are hurt...
Fred Estridge: Yeah, you'de think that.. what with them squirming around like little worms...
Peter Roberts: ...Jonas is using the turnbuckle to get back to his feet now as The Chosen One continues to lie on the matt holding his knee to his chest... Prophet begins to get back to his feet but it looks as though he may have sprained his ankle.. He doesn't look like he can walk too well... He stumbles toward The Chosen One, reaches down & begins to pull him up by the hair.. The Chosen One is bodyslammed down to the mat...
Fred Estridge: Oh wow, what talent Jonas has! He knows how to do the BODYSLAM! There's a move out of the talent BOOK!
Peter Roberts: Jonas is now struggling to get the Chosen One up once again.. He's pulling him by the hair... The chosen one is slow to get up & he looks like he may too be having a problem with his leg... Jonas grabs that weak leg & places it on the ropes while the Chosen one stands, trying not to fall... Jonas is off the ropes & HE SITS DOWN ON THAT LEG! Chosen One pulls it away instantly & he's now hopping around on one foot.. He turns to find himself in the clutches of Prophet & a reverse half-nelson suplex! Good god, the Chosen One is DROPPED & HARD... Jonas rolls him over & goes for the cover...
one...
two...
Fred Estridge: Wow, he actually kicked out...
Peter Roberts: Good god, the Chosen One with a kickout at the two & Jonas doesn't look as though he's too impressed. He's getting back to his feet now & he's lifting the Chosen One back u... OH! He gets the Chosen One up about halfway before he finds himself being broadsided by a SPEAR right into the DAMNED TURNBUCKLE! Good god, Chosen one backs off with a bad limp & lets the Minaster of Pain slowly fall forward... Chosen One grabs him & lets him feel the pain of a damned shoulderbreaker!
Fred Estridge: Nice leverage on that move.. I think he just knocked Jonas' shoulder right out of the socket! Baha, I love it!
Peter Roberts: Jonas is really favoring that arm of his now as the Chosen One grabs him by the hair & whips him face first into the corner... Prophet stumbles out into the hands of The Chosen One from behind who grabs him around the waste, heaves him way up... GOOD GOD! He falls BACK HARD & drops the Prophet right on his own damned neck!
Fred Estridge: Hope he had insurance on that spine...
Peter Roberts: The Chosen One has turned the tide & he's almost daring Jonas Prophet to get back to his feet & Jonas is all too happy to oblige... He gets up & the Chosen One darts at him with another spear but Jonas catches him in a crucifix POWERBOMB! Good god, he powerbombs The Chosen One & he powerbombs him with POWER...
Fred Estridge: christ, i'm surprised he didn't break the damned ring with that one...
Peter Roberts: Jonas now wraps The Chosen One up once again for the pin...
one...
two...
thr...
Fred Estridge: Nope!
Peter Roberts: Good god, what does it take to put this guy away... Jonas look's frustrated & he's at a head scratching moment... He's pulling The Chosen One up to his feet again... He lifts the Chosen One up... OH! Chosen One comes up & headbutts the unsuspecting chin of The Minaster of pain... Jonas Prophet wobbles forward into the Chosen Ones grasp... GOOD GOD! THE PERFECT END! THE PERFECT END! (Fisherman DDT) ...Good god, thats his patented Finnisher! This could be it...
one...
two...
three...
Fred Estridge: Wow, he actually did it... Flukey...
Peter Roberts: Good god folks, The Chosen One will walk away with the victory on this one as he pulls an upset over none other than Jonas Prophet, this was a short match folks but it was a hell of a match too...
-- The Chosen One wins via Perfect End --
Peter Roberts: We're on a roll, lets keep the show rolling here...
-- Soul & Steelvs Flashback/Rothchild --
(Unforgiven II begins to blast through the firkntron... The crowd goes dead silent as they listen to the sounds of the metallica song... We grow restless as we wait of the arrival... Soon a single blacklight hovers over the firkntron revealing nothing but two white trenchcoats... The lights flash on & we see Crusader & Archangel making there way down to ringside... "Ladies & gentlemen, the following match is schedueled for one fall... Currently making there way toward the ring weighing in at a total combined weight of 633lbs... They are... SOUL & STEEL!!!" ...they make there way by sliding into the ring & they await there opponents...)
(...Suddenly rothchild comes out with Flashback from his side, there is a single spotlight on them & Reed has a mic... Reed puts the mic to his lips... Then we hear him say...)
Rothchild: What the HELL?!
(...We see drips trickling from the top of the firkntron but the spotlight renders us blind to see where its coming from... The stream gets larger & downpours... Flashback & Roth look slightly concerned now....)
Peter Roberts: what the hell is going on, do we have a lea...
(The lights flash on to reveal Lee Todd & Rogue both zipping there pants up... Rogue seems to have a disemoweled arm with him...)
Peter Roberts: THEY DIDN'T!!!!
Fred Estridge: They DID! Baha, I LOVE IT! I LOVE IT! They PEED ON THEM!
Peter Roberts: That's downright disgusting for the LOVE OF GOD... DISGUSTING!
(Lee has a mic & Reed & Flashback look digusted with them...)
Lee Todd: Rain drops are falling on your head dum dum dum....... And now your ass is getting wet. You want to f*ck with us Roth-Child... and Flasher. Fine bring it on we never needed you. In fact in the ring just like out we will piss all over you. Its not an good thing, its not a evil thing its an us kicking your ass thang. So you can play your games and have your little secrets. You can climb in to a nice hot soapy bath together and play spot the submarine the bottom line is you ain't ever getting these titles. Your just not good enough.
Peter Roberts: GOOD GOD! GOOD GOD! GOOD GOD! Both Lee Todd & Rogue just leaped off of the firkntron & down to the two below!
Fred Estridge: Don't land in your own pee!
Peter Roberts: MAN! Rogue uses that arm & clobbers rothchild over the head with it on the way down as Lee takes Flashback down with a missiledropkick... Archangel & Crusader look a little bit confused now... They slides out of the ring & make there way to the top as Rogue grabs Rothchild around the throat with that dismembered arm & drags him to the backstage.. Lee Todd & Flashback are now going at it throwing fists at one another... OH! Crusader grabs Lee Todd by the back of the head & walks to the backstage, Archangel grabs Flashback & rams his head onto the steel walkway!
Fred Estridge: This looks promising!
Peter Roberts: ...Archangel & Flashback now battle it to the backstage where GOOD GOD! Rogue just slammed Roth's head into the side of a WALL.. Roth bounces back & stumbles turning around into a vicous kick by Rogue, but before he can finnish it off with a DDT, Rogue is grabbed from behind by Crusader who drops him right on his own back with a spinebuster from HELL & here comes Archangel, he runs in & SPEARS LEE TODD! GOOD GOD! Flashback walks in & pulls Rogue off of the ground... He pulls him up & gives him a chop across the chest...
Fred Estridge: All hell is breaking LOOSE! I LOVE IT!
Peter Roberts: Archangel & Crusader both grab Flashback now & DOUBLE CHOKESLAM him down hard against the concrete FLOOR! Oh, Lee Todd comes from behind & facebusters Crusader down.. Archangel turns around to receive a face full of pain as Rogue delivers a fist to his head & GOOD GOD! GOOD GOD! WE ARE OUT OF TIME FOLKS! WE ARE OUT OF TIME! GOODNIGHT! GOODNIGHT! ...what a night, what a night...
(fade.)