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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...
-- It's time to get a freaking PPV out already, sheesh --
(We open up to see Demon doing pushups in his lockerroom.. He's counting along, the number he's at is 660... He's slowly pushing along, we roll our eyes thinking that he's faking the number of 660, but apparently thats what he's at.. Damn showoff... He continues up & down, pushing himself beyond his own limits, sweat begins to pour down his face, he groans with each forced pushup.. Slowly, the lights begin to flicker... He pushes off the ground just as he reaches pushup 666... He stands up, grabs a towel off of the bench beside him & whipes his forehead, once again the lights flicker...)
Demon: Brown needs some new electricians around this place...
(..He rolls his eyes as the lights flicker once again, only this time in a split second light change we see Flashback standing directly behind him holding some sort of cloth in his hands... He reaches around Demon & places the cloth over his face.. Demon begins to jerk suddenly & then falls motionless to the floor... Flashback looks around, grabs him by the arms & drags him out of the room... Slowly fading to black... We then find ourselves with the happy face of Peter Roberts & the ever astound face of Fred Estridge...)
[The crowd is going nuts... FHW chants start over & over... a damned freaking wave starts throughout the crowd...]
Peter Roberts: GOOD GOD FOLKS! GOOD GOD! Listen to THIS CROWD is in anticipation of tonights event & what a way to start the evening, a wrestler has already been abducted & we didn't even get to SPEAK DURING IT...
Fred Estridge: Sheesh, wrestlers getting abducted is almost a common occurence here... It's rather boring & overplayed...
Peter Roberts: Get over it Fred, get over yourself as well... Folks, tonight we have another helatious show for you, a show of brutality & vicious preportions! We have Lee Todd, a young man who showed us one hell of a preformance last week on Mayhem facing off against a quiet little birdman named Freebird in what should be a match of epic preportions... After that, we have two up & coming FHW forces... Phoenix faces off against a man of the biblical nature it seems, Jonas Prophet... These two will mix it up in what should be called a hell of a debut...
Fred Estridge: Bullsh*t.. It's two useless little tampon infactuated idiots fighting to get recognition in this company... A big blowout.. Expect the fans to leave during this boring match...
Peter Roberts: ...Sheesh Fred, particularly bitter tonight?
Fred Estridge: No more than your disapointed wife...
Peter Roberts: Argh, after that we see Nightman face off against another quiet FHW'er known as Tug... This is going to be a match for the ages, lemme tell you.. Nightmans pumped & Tug is... Well, we don't know where Tug is, but it should be a great battle none the less... Then after that Mark Tragedy is found face to face against none other than Jonathon Briggs... This is going to be a matchup to end all matchups... Tragedy disincluded himself from his last match, but god only knows if he will get the chances this week...
Fred Estridge: I hope Birggs kicks his ass, he's after the Scot, nobody disrespects our local fHW GOD....
Peter Roberts: ...at least yours. ...Then folks, in the most anticipated match of the evening, David Hart gets a title shot against the much angered Avalanch in what should be another brutal matchup indeed. Expect alot of blood in this one as Avalanch is known for his hardcore nature & Hart is always out to put on a show for the audience! FOLKS, we are ready...
Fred Estridge: For the LOVE OF GOD, don't say it, PLEASE.. I'll PAY YOU NOT TO SAY IT....
Peter Roberts: It's time...
Fred Estridge: ...for a new tagline...
Peter Roberts: ...TO GET...
Fred Estridge: ...naked...
Peter Roberts: ...HAAARRRDDDCCCCCCCCCCOOOOOOOOORRRRRREEEEEEE! Good god folks, welcome to Firk'n Hardcore Wrestlings Thursday NIGHT Friday! ...Errrr, MAYHEM! ...and folks, it would seem as though we have something happening backstage...
(We fade to the back where we see J.D. Wilson taking a stroll down the long corridor, he doesn't seem to have a care in the world as he carry's on his way.. We then see a shadow emerging from behind him, it looks as though it's Avalanch... IT IS... Avalanch grabs Wilson by the back of the head & rams his head into the wall.. Wilson turns around in shock, but only in time to see Avalanch grab his throat...)
Wilson: ..urk...
(...We watch Avalanch choke bomb him down to the concrete floor... Avalanch gets back up & looks down, chuckling to himself, he then leaves the messy site...)
[The fans are slowly starting to get riled up...]
Peter Roberts: Good GOD! Wilson has just been ATTACKED by Avalanch BACKSTAGE... Things are truly heating up as we begin tonights show... This is going to be a show for the masses, i guarantee IT! Tonight will be a night of epic preport...
(Suddenly Head Like a Hole begins to play out over the firkntron & President Brown steps out with an arrogant smile crossing his face... Nightman & Scot Lamont stand directly behind him...)
[The fans start an "ASSHOLE" chant...]
Peter Roberts: Good god folks, are we ever going to start tonights SHOW?! This is BRUTAL, absolutly brutal...
Fred Estridge: Quiet! Let my hero SPEAK...
President Brown: Ladies & Gentle... Well, ladies anyways... Folks, tonight we have a hell of a card FOR YOU! ...BUT... We need to do some stuff, don't worry, this won't effect tonights card, but the future... first off, this silly masked man who thinks he's all tough causing all this damage, MASKED MORON, if i find out who you are... I'm going to SUE YOU FOR DAMAGE TO FHW ARENAS! That's right, who's the NERD NOW you TIT?! Huh?! Scared aren't you BIG MAN... I advise you don't cause anymore damage to any FHW arena anywhere or your ass is in JAIL! Haha, how do you like that you masked slut?! ...Then there's a Tragedy, Mark Tragedy to be exact! Listen up you little dink, and i do mean little... You will NOT fight the FIRK'N ONE... He will choose when he wants to fight you for you are not on his list of priorities!
Fred Estridge: Baha, what an insult...
Peter Roberts: This is brutal!
President Brown: ...That's right Mark, BUT... You know, i can improvise, why not RIGHT? Why don't I team the mysteriously IDIOTic masked man with the seriously mentally challenged Mark "I'm a Tragedy" against my own Firk'n SCOT & well... I'll figure out who exactly later, but rest assured.. IT WILL BE ANNOUNCED TONIGHT! ...unless I choose to forget... Now idiocy's united, it is time for me & my two bodygaurds to leave you to your worry's... ERR WAIT NO! No, I can't just leave without doing SOMETHING TO Lee Todd... Lee, well... Why don't you all just take a look toward the ropes inside the ring...
(The camera pans over to see the reff's unwinding a bat full of barbed wire along the ropes of the ring slowly along each turnbuckle... Finnishing up, we pan back to Brown...)
President Brown: ...a BARBED WIRE MATCH! Bahaha, I LOVE IT! Todd's gonna learn why we're called HARDCORE wrestling & it's going to BE GREAT! I can't wait to see what Freebird does to him...
(...Head Like a Hole starts up again as Brown leaves the ring with the Scot & Nightman...)
Peter Roberts: GOOD GOD, DID YOU HEAR THAT?! Scot Lamont will be facing off with a partner of Brown's choosing against the mysterious masked man & Mark TRAGEDY...
Fred Estridge: Not only that but he's put Lee Todd into a barbed WIRE MATCH! Baha, potential! I LOVE IT! Lee's gonna get cut good, i like the gut, but i like blood more! It's what FHW is founded on...
Peter Roberts: Well folks, that's true so without further ado, and about FREAKING Time we get to get started here tonight... Lee F'n Todd will be going mono 'e mono with our Lightweight champion in this non-title matchup, a barbed WIRE match.. This is gonna be high flying entertainment folks! Brace yourselves, 'cause here we go...
-- Lee F'n Todd vs Freebird --
(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 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 spikes it into the ring announcers head...)
[...The crowds boos are unheard of... Todd is a hated man, the announcer rubbs his head & gives Todd the finger behind his back...]
(Crazy Train by Black Sabbath screams over the PA system and the crowd is loving it. Just after the first few lines we see Freebird running down to the ring. He slides in and runs around the ring, smacking the ropes. The crowd is pumped as he strikes a pose in one of the corners. "...and his opponent Coming to the ring second, standing at six feet tall and weighing in at 225 lbs, from Vancouver, Canada, he is, FREEBIRD!!!" ...He slides into the ring instantly to get stomped on by Lee Todd... The bell rings...)
Peter Roberts: ...Well folks, it looks as though this one is on, the security gaurds are finally leaving ring, what the hell was that about?
Fred Estridge: That was just about the strangest & funniest thing i have ever seen...
Peter Roberts: Well, Freebird tried the direct attack aproach, but he got attacked before he got the chance to try it out.. Lee Todd lays in the boots to the back of Freebird... This is a BARBED wire match folks, this one is bound to get bloody... Freebird pushes off of the ground, but gets a soccer kicked right into the side of the ribs, dropping him back to his stomach.. Todd grabs him by the hair now & pulls him up to his feet, he quickly try's to whip him into the corner...
Fred Estridge: OH! ...This could hu... Woah, nevermind! REVERSAL! ...This could hurt T... WOAH! Nevermind, REVERSAL! ...Todd takes Freebird down with a single arm clothesline!
Peter Roberts: Good god, they have to be dizzy after that spin... Both don't wanna hit those ropes, they are NOT hardcore wrestlers.. Todd is pulling the Freebird back up to his feet.. OH! He slaps him across the face & FREEBIRD didn't like that, he goes for a quick HARD right hand but Todd ducks under, gets around Freebird, grabs him around the waist & falls back...
Fred Estridge: ...a well executed suplex...
Peter Roberts: Lee is back to his feet & he's brushing himself off, this crowd is NOT liking this... Lee Todd now turns around & grabs Freebird by the arm, lifting him back to his feet... OH! Todd hammers him in the chest with a side axehandle.. Freebird backs off hunched over... Todd grapples with him & then levels him with a knee to the chest, he lets go & Freebird stumbles back.. Todd runs at him with a lariat, but FREEBIRD caught Todd's arm & whips him chest first into the ROPES! Good god!
Fred Estridge: Sweet!
Peter Roberts: Lee hits those ropes & bounces back with a bloodied chest, he falls back into Freebird, who grabs him around the waist & suplex's him down HARD backward toward the matt...
Fred Estridge: I didn't know the spine was that flexible!
Peter Roberts: ...That one took a hell of alot out of LEe Todd by the looks of things.. Freebird's now lifting him from behind, OH! He gives him a quick chop across his back.. Todd falls forward, turns around & gets scouped up by Freebird who bodyslams him right down with a falling bodyslam! Freebird rolls off of him & leaps to his feet...
[The Crowd is starting to get behind Freebird...]
Fred Estridge: Stupid fans...
Peter Roberts: Freebird is now pulling Lee Todd back up to his feet... OH! Lee Todd comes up with a LOW BLOW FROM HELL! Freebird grabs his crotch immediatly & starts to wobble away as Lee Todd slowly clammers back to his feet...
Fred Estridge: The best wrestlers have the mind set to do what they set out to do... Win.
Peter Roberts: Freebird is hurt after that vile low blow on part of Todd... Freebird now turns around, DROPKICK by LEE! ...He sends Freebird bouncing back into the ropes... Oh, he hunches his back as he falls forward, but Todd grabs him & whips him down with an armdrag, but Freebird pushes off of the canvas & runs right in, OH!
Fred Estridge: Baha, nice one LEE!
Peter Roberts: Lee Todd plants a boot into his chest, and then follows it up with a DDT straight down onto the canvas... He just absolutly planted him, and Freebird looks like he's out cold! ...but Lee Todd is NOT DONE! He's back up to his feet & he's pulling Freebird back up once again. OH! He shoves him right into that corner, and Freebirds shirt is caught on the barbed wire... Lee Todd backs off & RUNS IN, but Freebird drops out of the way & GOOD GOD! GOOD GOD! LEE TODD just SHOULDER TACKLED that damned barbed wire covered turnbuckle! That looked brutal beyond belief...
Fred Estridge: You're telling me. ...Brown's not gonna be happy, Todd may have dented the turnbuckle...
Peter Roberts: Todd turns around, unaware of his current situation & walks right into Freebird who grabs him from the arm & then locks in an abdominal stretch right in the middle of the DAMNED RING! Lee Todd is reaching out in pain struggling to get free.. OH! An elbow to the side of Freebirds ribs causes him to let go... Lee turns around & cracks a knee into the chest of Freebird again.. Lee then with another, he follows up with a chop & then rips Freebird across the ring into the ropes backfirst... Freebird bounces back bloodied like hell, OH! Todd leapfrogs him & Freebird's sent into the opposing ropes, chest first this time... He's a bloody mess...
Fred Estridge: It's a typical sight...
Peter Roberts: OH man, Freebird bounces back toward Todd who grabs him again & sends him into the turnbuckle! HARD! Freebird HITS & Doesn't bounce out... He's battered, bruised & bloodied...
Fred Estridge: The three B's of the FHW! I love it...
Peter Roberts: Whats this!?!?! Reed Rothchild has now appeared from behind the curtain with a frothy cup of ale... Obviously coming out to get a better look he makes his way ringside and sits down crosslegged on the ring steps... Well its not like Todd needs the help but I guess Roth is here to show his support?
Fred Estridge: Errr, I guess?
Peter Roberts: Lee grabs Freebird from the corner & turns him around so that he's facing the turnbuckle... OH! He's grinding Freebirds face into the turnbuckle.. Freebird's getting busted open like nothing before.. This is a MESSY SIGHT... Freebirds face is gushing here as Lee rubs it into the turnbuckle.. Now Lee grabs Freebird from the waist & hoists him up on the top-turnbuckle... Lee Todd climbs up from behind, and helps Freebird stand up on the turnbuckle... Lee now gets up with Freebirds neck arched, he's NOT!
Fred Estridge: HE IS!
Peter Roberts: LEE TODD FALLS BACK WITH A REVERSE DDT OFF THE TOP-ROPE & I Think he just BROKE Freebirds DAMNED NECK! Good god almighty, GOOD GOD! Freebird is bouncing around in pain, he's holding his neck & he looks as though he's hurt... Lee Todd is up & he's climbing that turnbuckle.. He gets to the second turnbuckle & then pushes off with a BODY SPLASH ON Freebird! Good god! Lee Todd is going for the pin...
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Peter Roberts: ...what the HELL IS THIS NOW?! The reff's attention has diverted to some sort of obsessed FAT woman of a FAN who's asking Lee Todd for an autograph.. Lee Todd looks at the lady & then at the reff, he shrugs.. He has no idea what the hell is going on.. The Fat woman is on the apron & just handed Lee a NOTE... Freebird is trying desperatly to get up, Lee looks a little shocke... THE WOMAN JUST GRABBED HIM & KISSED HIM?!
Fred Estridge: SICK! Lee looks like he's about to submit...
Peter Roberts: GOOD GOD! GOOD GOD... The lady lets go & i can see the not... It says "SURPRISE!! From ???" ...What the HELL was that all about? Lee turns around & starts coughing up a lung... He goes back to Freebird...
Fred Estridge: Lucky bastard! He gets all the obese chicks! Baha!
Peter Roberts: Freebird isn't giving up without a fight, and a fight is exactly what Todd is giving to him.. Todd's now pulling the bird back up to his feet.. What is HE?! NO! NO! NO! Lee Todd HOISTS Freebird UP & powerbombs him against the TURNBUCKLE! Good god, Freebird's Back is SCRAPED TO ALL HELL & HIGHGROUND! That was absolutly VILE! I can't believe i'm seeing this & now Rothchild is on the turnbuckle holding his glass up to SALUTE LEE TODD FOR THAT MOVE?! This is almost criminal...
Fred Estridge: This is GREAT!
Peter Roberts: Freebird looks like he's exhausted & Lee Todd points down at him, and just mildly shakes his head...
[The Crowd starts a "TODD SUCKS! ROTH SUCKS! TODD SUCKS!" chant...]
Peter Roberts: This crowd is expressing there opinion toward Todd & Rothchild now... Lee's pulling the scratched up Freebird up, he looks like he's been to hell & back, Lee slaps him across the FACE! Good god, what humuliation... AGAIN, Lee with another slap across the face, Freebird can barely stand up now, and Lee's taking ADVANTAGE! He locks in his face & legs with an STF... Freebird's ARM reaches out & Grabs a strip of BARBED WIRE! good god, he's ripping his own damned hand to shreads...
Fred Estridge: One word, ouch.
Peter Roberts: ...Rothy is back up on the apron now, the arrogance of this team is just PATHETIC... I hate this! This is uncalled for...The reff is telling Roth to get off the damned apron.. Rothy's glass is empty & I sware he's DRUNK... ...and... and... what the HELL?!
Fred Estridge: The lights OUT AGAIN?! This happens way too often! New electricians DAMMIT!
Peter Roberts: WOAH! They strike back on & what in the DAMNED HELL?! Rothchild, LEE TODD, AND Freebird are all layed out in the middle of the ring, the reff's standing in the middle of the ring & doesn't have a damned clue as to what the hell is going on... How the hell did the attacker even get into the ring?! This is x-files RATED! ...Rogue & Flashback dart in from the back of the arena... They both slide into the ring... Flashback & Rogue look down to the badly hurt Todd now... The reff doesn't know what the hell to do...
Fred Estridge: They never do. Stupid reff's...
Peter Roberts: ...Rogue is trying to help Lee Todd up... Wait a minute, is that... GLASS beside him?! What in the HELL?! Rothchild is STANDING UP & he's GOT A SMILE ON HIS FACE! He's TURNED! He turned on his THREE partners... He grabs Rogue from behind & lets Lee Todd fall back down to the canvas.. OH! Rogue is TAKEN down with a DAMNED cobra clutch suplex! Flashback can't believe what the hell he's seeing! He pushes Rothchild, rothy pushes back & Flashback lines up A FIST!
Fred Estridge: This is gonna be MESSY!
Peter Roberts: Reed's now laughing his ass OFF & WHAT THE HELL?! Flashback just grabbed Lee Todd's head from off the canvas & LEVELS HIM IN THE FACE with a CLOSED FIST & the reff is calling the MATCH!
-- Lee F'n Todd wins via DQ --
Peter Roberts: Good god, what the HELL is this all about?! This is completly uncalled for... Roth & Flashback are now picking Rogue up... Rothchild sets him up... What are th... NO! NO! Spiked PILEDRIVER! SPIKED PILEDRIVER! Rothchild has just hit his own partner with his glass mug shattering it everywhere!!! Rothchild was playing possum!!! He wasn`t hurt after all!!!! He hit Todd and Freebird!!! Oh wow what a pearl harbor job!!! Roth now dropping the glass handle just shrugs it off... This is completly uncalled for dammit! DAMMIT all to HELL! This is the ultimate Tratorship! Rothy & Flashback slide out of the ring laughing to themselves... Flashbacks pointing up at the firkntron now...
(Up on the firkntron we see letters in the corner of the screen that say trunk cam.. We then realise that Avalanch is stuffed in the back of a limo or some kind of large car.. He's still unconscious...)
Peter Roberts: what the HELL is Flashback planning to do with HIM?! ...He just whispered something to Rothchild & both of them have cracked up laughing! Good god folks, will this night get any worse?! Freebird has finally rolled out of the ring, he's bloodied in every body part... and SOME MANIAC has just come from the entrance WAY, he's running toward FREEBIRD & HE SPEARS HIM! HE SPEARS HIM! HE SPEARS HIM!
Fred Estridge: I recognise that guy... Tumbleweed or something? Ack, can't remember his name, but he's been around I heard... What the hell he's doing here I don't know...
Peter Roberts: This is beyond strange folks, fat women, betrayal, etc. etc. etc... Things are cooking up here & getting really... Well, wacky.... Folks, this is turning out to be a hell of an event! ...Good god folks, and coming up next we have the debut of two up & coming FHW superstars.. One being Pheonix & the other being Jonas Prophet.. Both of these men have been trash talking both backstage & over the mic, this is gonna be one hell of a debut!
Fred Estridge: Bah! Two low-budget nobody's who can't kick there own asses, let alone somebody elses! This is gonna be the sleeper hit of 2001 folks! This is your popcorn break time...
Peter Roberts: You aren't a happy man Fred... Well folks, we won't bore you with anymore blahing.. We now continue on to the next match of this fantastic evening...
-- Phoenix vs Jonas Prophet --
(..."It Ain't My Fault" begins to play and Pheonix comes out looking at the ground. He coninues to stare at the ground until gold, and red pyro shoot into the air. At this point, Phoenix begins to strut to the ring giving various fans high 5's. He gets to a beatiful woman and gives her a hug and kiss, she screams. "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 more red and gold pyro shoot into the air. He then gets on each 2nd turnbuckle and acknowledges his fans... He hops off awaiting his opponent...)
[...The fan reaction is pretty loud, they know this kid from somewhere, and they like his style...]
(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... "...and his opponent, hailing in from more parts unknown.. He is making his in-ring debut.. 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 Phoenix attacks him from behind.. The bell rings...)
Peter Roberts: ...and this one is on, and the Phoenix is getting off to a quick start & he starts assaulting the Minaster of pain from behind with fists to the side, and to the ribs... Jonas finds himself grabbing his ribcage as Phoenix launches in another blow.. Phoenix now turns around, fly's toward the ropes & bounces back, here he comes... Flying FOREARM!
Fred Estridge: I'm routing for Phoenix in this one... At least he doesn't have a 300lb beer belly...
Peter Roberts: ...That forearm staggered Jonas.. Jonas shakes it off & turns around as Phoenix lines up & plows a boot right into the chest of the Prophet sending him bouncing against the ropes... OH, Phoenix with a spinning heel kick knocking Prophet right off of his own damned FEET, now Phoenix falls down with a falling back splash!
Fred Estridge: Prophet has to do all he can to keep this big man down, smart tactic on his part...
Peter Roberts: Phoenix now leaps up off of Prophets chest & hops back to his feet... He turns around, hops over Prophet, bounces off the ropes & backs back with a double elbowdrop along the chestline of Jonas... Phoenix rolls off as Jonas clutches his chest in pain.. Phoenix gives him a stern kick to the side, Prophet turns over & starts looking like he's in agony.. Phoenix turns around, grabs Prophets leg & pulls it onto the ropes... OH! Phoenix jumps down along IT, GOOD GOD! ...He could break it for heavens sake!
Fred Estridge: Smart tactics by Phoenix, take out his legs & he won't be able to use his upper body strength! Take the big ham down!
Peter Roberts: Phoenix picks up Jonas's leg again & props it up onto the ropes, OH! Again he snaps down on it & Jonas pulls away holding his knee to his chest, he's rolling around in pain.. Phoenix launches a kick right to the side of the shin, Prophet turns again, trying desperatly to get away... Phoenix grabs that right leg he's been working on, pulls it up & drops an elbow along the inner thigh, he then locks in a leglock, Jonas reaches out with all his strength toward the ropes but Phoenix has got it on tight...
Fred Estridge: I'm liking this Phoenix kid, he's got smarts...
Peter Roberts: I'm sure Prophet would argue the issue with you Freddy... Phoenix lets go of the hold now, pulls Prophets leg up again & once again; drops a leg along the inner thigh... Phoenix rolls off as The Minaster of pain pulls his leg in again.. Phoenix is doing all he can to make this big man stay down... OH! Phoenix now drills two knee's at once into the right leg of the Minaster!
Fred Estridge: ...The Minister of pain should change his name to the Minaster of receiving pain! This is classing, he's getting his ass kicked by someone who's half the size of him!
Peter Roberts: ...Phoenix lets go now & gets back to his feet.. He hits himself off the ropes & drops a leg along the throat of Jonas, Jonas is bouncing around in pain, his feet are stomping down, he's in a hell of alot of pain... Phoenix is getting right back up to his feet now, he grabs that leg of Jonas & pulls it up... OH, but Jonas uses his left leg to boot Phoenix right across the damned FOREHEAD!
Fred Estridge: Ouch, Phoenix could be a spokesperson for whatever shoe Jonas is wearing, since he's got there logo stamped in the side of his head...
Peter Roberts: Good god, that knocked Phoenix right down hard to the matt & now Jonas drags himself over to a sitting position in the corner, he reaches up on the ropes & slowly tries to pull himself up... It looks like that leg is badly hurt, he's deffinatly favoring it & now Phoenix is starting to get back up, that kick to the side of his head really caught him off gaurd... Jonas lets go of the ropes & he's limping around the ring... He finds himself standing away from the ropes & now it looks as though he's daring Phoenix to get up...
Fred Estridge: He hasn't had enough apparently... Nice knowing the big dumb ape...
Peter Roberts: Phoenix is shaking off the pain & stirs back up to his feet, he turns around to see Jonas coming at him at full force, OH GOOD GOD! He rips him a new one with a clothesline for the likes of which i've never seen before & he snaps Phoenix's head back into a location that would entitle him a pervert! Man oh man, what a devestating clothesline.. Jonas fell down from his own power in that one, plus the fact that he can barely walk & now both men are down... Phoenix is shaken up after that one & The Minaster of Pain is slowly starting to get back up to his feet using the top-rope for leverage...
Fred Estridge: Dumb ogre can't even stand properly...
Peter Roberts: ...His leg's been kind of worked here tonight.. He's back up to his feet & he's still having troubles walking on that leg of his.. He grabs Phoenix by the arm & pulls him up to his feet & then covers his face & levels him with a fist to the FACE! Good god, what POWER Jonas has.. He sends Phoenix flying back into the turnbuckle.. Phoenix looks a little dazed & now Jonas runs in, digging his knee right into the ribcage of Phoenix... He steps away & then does it AGAIN! Phoenix doesn't look like he's going to be moving alot more anytime soon... Jonas now grabs him by the hair & rips him from the turnbuckle, throwing him face first to the canvas...
Fred Estridge: ...Thats one way to get him off of the turnbuckle...
Peter Roberts: Jonas is now pulling Phoenix back up to his feet, good god, he bounces a big fist into his chest, backing him off into the turnbuckle once again.. Junas now grabs him & drops him with an inversed russian legsweep! He drops Phoenix down hard onto his own face! ...Good god, Jonas is right back up now & he's trying to walk off that leg of his.. Phoenix doesn't look like he's gonna be moving anytime soon...
Fred Estridge: ..with a performance like this, he should just pack his bags & leave the FHW...
Peter Roberts: ...You were cheering for him earlier... Anyways, it looks like Phoenix does have some energy left in him, he's pushing off of the canvas & slowly getting back to his feet, Prophet turns around to see Phoenix running at him full steam AHEAD... He goes for a spear but Prophet reads the move, grabs him around the WAIST & HEAVES HIM UP, but NO! NO! Phoenix scrouges out of it from the air & FALLS down with a FACE BUSTER! He drives Prophets FACE down hard into the MATT, and I MEAN HARD... Prophet falls nose first & Phoenix now rolls him over & hooks the leg for the first pinfall of the evening...
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Fred Estridge: Woah.. He's flying!
Peter Roberts: Good god, Prophet presses Phoenix off of him & onto the canvas next to him! He got out of that pin rather prematurly... Jonas is starting to sit back up now as Phoenix pushes off of the canvas & runs in & GOOD GOD, did you hear the SMACK?! Phoenix dives in with both legs across the face of the Minaster of PAIN... Good god, what a smack... Phoenix is right back up to his feet, he quickly darts to the corner, hops up on the second turnbuckle & hops back with another back body splash right on top of Jonas's chest..
Fred Estridge: Ouch, that's gonna knock the wind out of the poor fat man... It was like a huge pillow for Phoenix...
Peter Roberts: Phoenix now slides under the ropes, gets around, and GOOD GOD! He springboards off with a MOONSAULT! HE HITS! HE HITS... Jonas is in a hell of alot of pain now as Phoenix gets back to his feet... He gives Prophet a big boot to the side of the head while he's down, c'mon REFF!
Fred Estridge: It's pure intelligence, i like this Phoenix guy...
Peter Roberts: WHA... but y... argh, nevermind... Phoenix is now pulling Prophet back up to his feet, he goes to try to whip him against the ropes, but JONAS reverses it... he sends Phoenix flying into the corner... Phoenix bounces out & into Jonas's arms, Jonas heaves him back & drives him into the canvas with a double underhook DDT! Good god, that's 300lbs falling down, squishing Phoenix in the SPOT!
Fred Estridge: Don't need to worry about pancakes tommorow morning... Feel sorry for his wife though...
Peter Roberts: This is unbelievable, the Phoenix has just experienced pain that i doubt he's ever felt before & now Jonas slides out of the ring, Phoenix is not showing any movment what-so-ever, he looks like he's a in a grave amount of pain.. Jonas reaches under the apron, GOOD GOD! He slides a TABLE into the damned RING... This can't be GOOD! This can't be GOOD!
Fred Estridge: OH YES IT CAN!
Peter Roberts: ...The Minister of Pain now slides back in as Phoenix still lays almost motionless on the canvas Jonas grabs the table & he's setting it up in the corner.. He now turns around & pulls Phoenix back up to his fe... OH! Phoenix with a LOW BLOW! LOW BLOW! Jesus GOD have MERCY, that looked like it HURT!
Fred Estridge: Low Blows always look like they hurt 'cause they DO!
Peter Roberts: ...That slowed the MoP right down, he's hunched over trying to catch his breath & Phoenix starts to get back up.. He grabs Jonas by the arm & tries to whip him around, but Jonas reverses it & sends Phoenix into the ropes, Phoenix bounces back, HOPS UP WHILE RUNNING & grabs hold of Jonas's NECK, spinning him around while dangling in the air, he spins around & DROPS JONAS THROUGH THE TABLE with a tornado DDT! A TORNADO DDT! Good god! Good god... Right through the DAMNED Table & Jonas looks as though he's unconscious... Phoenix quickly lays on top going for the pinfall...
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Fred Estridge: Lucky bastard!
Peter Roberts: ...GOOD GOD! He presses him right off of him.. Jonas is sitting up, but he's bloodied all over, Phoenix is getting right back up to his feet, but SO IS JONAS! Phoenix runs at Jonas & then runs in for a standing side kick but Jonas catches it, gives Phoenix a knee to the chest, hunches him over & GOOD GOD! HE'S IN PRAYER! HE'S IN PRAYER! POWERBOMB! POWERBOMB! He calls that the Last Rights & he now goes for the pin...
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Peter Roberts: ...He GOT HIM! Jonas Prophet walks away with the upset here TONIGHT in there very first DEBUT MATCH & what a match it was.... Jonas walks away with the victory... Good god, what a match...
-- Jonas Prophet wins via Last Rights --
Peter Roberts: Good god what a match that was ... and what the HELL is this...?!
(We fade backstage to see Crusader walking down a long corridor in a very familiar sequence.. We then see Flashback slowly creeping up from behind him & then bashing him right across the back of the spine with a HAMMER... Crusader falls & Flashback lays the hammer right along his chest & then continues walking, he pulls car keys out of his pocket & continues walking...)
Fred Estridge: Where the hell does he think he's going?
Peter Roberts: ...I don't know, but i remember Demon was shoved into a car trunk earlier tonight...
(...We continue to watch Flashback exit through the exit sign & we find him in the basement of the arena.. He clicks the alarm on a red limo, it beeps twice, he then opens the door, steps in, shuts the door, starts it up & takes off... We fade back to Pete & Fred...)
Peter Roberts: GOOD GOD, where the HELL is he going now?!
Fred Estridge: I don't know, but i sure as hell can't wait to find out...
Peter Roberts: 'Nor can I, but for now folks.. This next match of the night is gonna start up...
-- Tug vs The Nightman --
(Rollin' by Limp Bizkit hits the FHW arena as the Nightman steps out to a violent amount of fireworks with Scot Lamont not far behind.... He steps out with his arms raised high & mighty, he comes out with Pamela & Scot Lamont following close from behind. Pamela shakes her head at some nobody stooges in the audience as the Scot points out a very large obese woman & then falls to his knee's laughing... The firkntron displays nothing but darkness, until a sequence of red fire overtakes it spelling out "The Establishment" ...Lightning sounds as Nightman paces toward the ring... "Ladies & Gentlemen, the following match is schedueled for one fall... Currently entering the ring weighing in at 265lbs, he stands at 6'4"... He hails in from Honalulu, Hawii... He represents the ESTABLISHMENT... He is the NIGHTMAN!!!" ...Boos flood the entire floor ground as chants of Establishment suck begin almost instantly...)
(Genocide suddenly hits the airwaves and we see Tug come out from under the entrance curtain. He looks determined as he walks down the entrance ramp. "...and his opponent making his way to the ring, from Cloroado Springs, standing at 6'3" and weighing 290lbs, he is, TUG!!!" He slides in under the bottom rope and gets ready for his match, the bell rings...)
Peter Roberts: ...and these two go right at it! Nightman runs in & darts a knee into the chest of Tug, Tug hunches over & Nightman levels him over the back with a damned axehandle! Tug falls straight to the canvas & The Nightman follows up instantly with a knee drop along his back, this is a pretty brutal start here.. Nightman now pulls Tug back up to his feet, OH! A big knee to the chest, followed up with another, and another...
Fred Estridge: Domination much?
Peter Roberts: Nightman now whips Tug against the ropes, Tug comes bouncing back, bouncing back...
Fred Estridge: Bouncing back alright, he bounces straight back into a boot on part of the Nightman & BAHA, did you see the look on Tug's FACE?! That was absolutly priceless!
Peter Roberts: Nightman just about decapitated Tug there... He's now got his boot to Tug's throat & he's applying pressure, Tug's arms are flapping in the air like a wild man.. He's desperatly trying to free himself... Finally, the reff pulls Nightman off, but the damage has already been done.. Nightman pushes the roof off & grabs Tug off of the canvas, he whips him into the ropes, Tug comes back & gets scouped up by the Nightman & then gets powerslammed right back DOWN HARD onto the canvas..
Fred Estridge: ...That must have hurt, I'de sware I felt the arena move...
Peter Roberts: Tug is taken right back up to his feet now & he's forced into the turnbuckle... Nightman backs off & then runs in with a shoulderblock right into the chest, Tug falls forward & looks like he's had the wind knocked out of him, he falls forward into the hands of Nightman who picks him up quickly & drives him back down with a DDT straight down to the canvas...
Fred Estridge: Oh, he almost embedded Tugs head right through the canvas, that's what I like to see...
Peter Roberts: Tug is slowly getting up & he's holding his head, it looks as though he's been busted open, he's on his knee's now & Nightman runs in, OH! He rams a foot right across his face, but Tug doesn't go down, he pulls himself back up to his feet.. Nightman looks like he's in shock, only until the Firk'n one reaches in & grabs Tug's leg, knocking him flat down face first onto the canvas! Good god, this is complete humuiliation... Nightman & Scot start to burst out laughing...
Fred Estridge: H... He grabbed his foot & made him f.. fall! Bahaha, Damned Scot! Hilarious SCOT! That was absolutly fabulous!
Peter Roberts: Tug might disagree now as Nightman pulls him back up to his feet.. Nightman heaves him forward with a single arm takedown, Tug is swifted right into mid-air & then planted down hard on his own damned back.. He's bouncing around in pain as Nightman pulls him back up again, Nightman whips him around into the opposing corner where the Scots stands with a CHAIR! Nightman's valet quickly grabs the reff's attention with easy flirting..
Fred Estridge: Brilliant!
Peter Roberts: OH! The Scot cracks Tug over the head with his famous pattented bag 'o 'de brickas! Good god almighty, this is unbelievable action here tonight & Tug has just been leveled... Nightman quickly rolls him up just as the reff stops looking at Pamela...
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-- The Nightman wins via Bag 'o 'de Brickas --
Peter Roberts: ...and surprise, surprise... We have a camera in Flashbacks car... Odd, but true...
(We see Flashbacks POV pulling up into a large mansion like estate.. We read a sign on a gate that he passes reading "House of the Religiously Thwarted" ...)
Peter Roberts: ...Wait a minute, i recognise that sign...
Fred Estridge: ...you would...
Peter Roberts: It's the Atlanta psycho ward for people obsessed with a gothic lifestyle! Flashback is bringing Demon to a psychoward! GOOD GOD!
(...We watch as four men in white coats come up, Flashback pops the trunk & the men grab at Demon, pulling him out.. Another lone doctor comes up to flashback, Flashback grins & hands him a videocasette... He says something about footage about dangling from the rafters, being lit on fire, etc.. The doctor shakes his hand & Flashback leaves on his way, chuckling to himself...)
Peter Roberts: ...Good god, just when we thought we've seen everything, Flashback pulls a stunt like this! Unbelievable! Unbelievable INDEED... This has been an unruly night & things are just starting to heat up.. Life is getting very interesting here in the backstage of the FHW... This is unbelievable indeed! Good god folks... GOOD GOD...
-- Mark Tragedy vs Jonathon Briggs --
(Tragedy’s Bee Gee's
"Tragedy" hits the firkntron & the Arrogance United
logo shatters the firkntron as Mark makes his way from the back "Ladies & Gentlemen, the following match
is schedueled for one fall... Currently Making his way into the
ring at this time from Victoria, BC... weighing in at 210 lbs, 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...)
("Raw" flows through the
PA as white pyros erupts from the stage and ramp. As the smoke
clears, Jonathan Briggs stands atop the ramp with his arms up in
the air. "...and his
oppomet…hailing from Boston, Massachusetts…weighing in
at 280 pounds and standing 6'3"…he is the master of
double trouble, He is also a former Online Champion
…HE…IS… JONATHAN BRIGGS!" ...The crowd gives Briggs a decent pop as he
walks down to the ring. He climbs in between the top and middle
rope and awaits the start of the match.... The bell rings...)
Peter Roberts: ...and these two go right at each other! Briggs
lays in a fist, then Tragedy follows up with one of his own right
across Briggs chin, knocking him back ,but Briggs runs in &
nails Tragedy into the chest with a fist of his own, Tragedy
backs off, grabs Briggs by the head & slams his own head into
Briggs with a violent headbut, Briggs grabs his head &
stumbles back as Tragedy grabs him & whips him across the
ropes... Briggs comes back & ducks an on-coming
clothesline... He comes around onto the opposing ropes, comes
back with a driving knee into the sternum of Tragedy, he then
underlocks Tragedy's head & try's for a reverse DDT...
Fred Estridge: No sale!
Peter Roberts: ...Tragedy manages to push off of that one, turns around & grabs Briggs head & grinds it in with a headlock maneuver.. He's really applyign a hell of alot of pressure now as he pulls down on Briggs, OH! Briggs heaves him up & goes for a back suplex but Tragedy reads it & flips back onto his feet... Briggs turns around & to his shock see's Tragedy still standing...
Fred Estridge: BAHA! Tragedy's still got some Arrogance left in him as he gives Briggs a quick little wave...
Peter Roberts: OH! Tragedy quickly runs in for the hit but Briggs grabs him by the forehead & sends his face slamming into the turnbuckle... Briggs then grabs him from behind around the waist...
Fred Estridge: Familiar territory Briggs?
Peter Roberts: ...OH! He drops back with a belly to back suplex & drops Tragedy tragically HARD onto the canvas... Briggs lets go & he's instantly up to his feet & now he's stomping the living hell out of Tragedy! He's giving him boots from every which direction & Tragedy is doing his best to defend himself, he's not getting out of this one anytime soon...
Fred Estridge: Tragedy was set to put a point across not to cross him to Brown, but he's getting as ass whopping in the process! Baha, this is great! Briggs is really laying in those boots & Marm has nothing to do... Briggs now lifts the sorry sap up to his feet & attempts to chuck him into the ropes but the boring ass wrestler known as Tragedy reverses it...
Peter Roberts: Good god, what a reversal! He sends Briggs flying into the turnbuckle so hard, he FLIPS RIGHT OVER IT! ...And he falls onto the canvas down below... But good god, this kid has FIGHT! He's climbing right back up to his feet, but much to his unawareness, Tragedy runs to the turnbuckle, he hops up on the top-turnbuckle & storms down with a flying leg LARIAT & BRIGGS CAUGHT HIM! BRIGGS CAUGHT HIM! Briggs caught him by the leg & NECK & drops him with a rib breaking back breaker type maneuver...
Fred Estridge: ...Haha! He lets Tragedy's limp body fall to the canvas..
Peter Roberts: Briggs now stands back up to his feet.. He pulls Tragedy up from behind & slams his face into the gaurdrail, and HARD... Tragedy's face falls off & falls flat to the concrete below... Briggs quickly boots him right in the back of the head, Tragedy looks like he's gone into a state of coma from that one.. Briggs is NOT willing to let up though, he's pulling Trag... OH! TRAGEDY STRIKES! TRAGEDY STRIKES! He comes up with a LOW BLOW, then grabs Briggs from the top of the head & FALLS DOWN! Jawbreaker! Jawbreaker! Good god, he could have just shattered Briggs jaw...
Fred Estridge: Hope so, it would be the only cure to get that silly bastard to shutup for two seconds.. Briggs is grabbing his jaw as Tragedy reaches into the audience & pulls out a CHAIR! He's got a CHAIR & BLOOD WILL SPILL! Baha, I LOVE IT...
Peter Roberts: ...This does not look good for Briggs now as Tragedy WAILS DOWN ON HIS HEAD with that chair, AGAIN! AGAIN! AGAIN! AGAIN! Good god, Tragedy now pulls the limp Briggs up, drops the chair & PLANTS him with a spinebuster right down on the CHAIR... Good god, Briggs back is arched as Tragedy begins to pull him back up by the arms this time... OH, he whips him across the concrete & into the steal STEPS... Tragedy then picks up the chair & runs toward the barely standing Briggs... OH! Briggs gets a BOOT UP right in the face of Tragedy & that chair hits Mark into the HEAD busting his nose wide open...
Fred Estridge: That's what I like to SEE! Briggs now grabs Tragedy & whips him chest first into the ring apron, OUCH! Hope he doesn't have asthma... Briggs grabs him on the rebound & FALLS BACK! He knocks the back of Tragedy's head against the CHAIR HARD.. Good golly, that looked like it had some flavour TO IT! ...Nice russian legsweep Briggs, truly nice...
Peter Roberts: Tragedy's head actually bounces off after he hits the chair... Briggs sits up & uses the gaurdrail to get back to his feet... He's pulling the busted Tragedy back up to his feet.. HO! Tragedy hits him with a headbutt to the groin knocking Briggs back against the gaurdrail, Tragedy gets up, catches Briggs off gaurd & OH! SAMOAN DROP! He falls back, and again, right on THAT CHAIR, but Briggs is RIGHT UP... Tragedy slides into the ring with Briggs right behind & I don't think Mark knows that Briggs got right back up...
Fred Estridge: I reckon he's gonna find out soon enough!
Peter Roberts: I think your right Freddy... Tragedy slowly gets up, slower than Briggs did & GETS SPEARED FOR HIS TROUBLES! Good god, Briggs took him down like he was a sack of bricks... Briggs now lifts Tragedy up... AND WHAT THE HELL! WHAT THE HELL?! Scot Lamont has just DOVE into the ring with a WRENCH! He cracks Briggs right in the back of the head & then grabs Tragedy, OH! OH! Firk'n STUNNER, Tragedy didn't EVEN SELL IT! The Scot looks shocked, he ducks a quick fist attempt, then gets around Tragedy, grabs him by the legs, lifts him UP! Firk'n FLAPJACK! An inverse POWERBOMB! He drops Tragedy on his OWN FACE! Good god! GOOD GOD! The bell is ringing...
-- No Contest --
Peter Roberts: GOOD GOD! GOOD GOD... The match has been thrown away & Both Briggs & Tragedy are NOT going to be happy with the Firk'n one... This is pretty intense stuff right here... Good god! good god! Folks, we're not gonna waste time as we get into the FINAL match of the evening, that between Avalanch & David Hart, this is a TITLE MATCH! I repeat, Avalanch is putting his title on the line during this one...
Fred Estridge: This is going to be intense! Hart's gonna rip Avalanch a NEW ONE! It's gonna be CLASSY! Set those recorders!
-- Avalanch vs David Hart --
Peter Roberts: ...and this match is getting underway almost instantly! David Hart is much smaller of the two, Avlanch lets him know that when he levels him with a single fist across the head, knocking him back against the ropes, Hart now comes back with a fist of his own darting right into the head of Avalanch & that staggered the big man... Avalanch comes back & pushes Hart against the ropes, he then raises a boot to try to catch Hart on the rebound with but Hart ducks under, gets around Avalanch & tries to belly to back him, but Avalanch is too big of a man...
Fred Estridge: His tits weight just as much each as David Harts whole body weighs...
Peter Roberts: David Hart lets go now & starts to clutch his back, that attempt at a suplex took a hell of alot out of him & Avalanch is a big man to try to pickup, Hart now looks as though he's been moving furniture all day, Avalanch turns around & catches a boot attempt by Hart, OH! Hart then leaps up with another boot & nails Avalanch in the side of the head with an enzuigiri, only staggering him a bit... Hart quickly pushes off the canvas & runs at 'Lanch... OH! Lanch grabs him around the throat & throat tosses him across the ring...
Fred Estridge: Wow, Avalanch made David Hart look like a rag doll... Can we say crash test dummy much?!
Peter Roberts: He just tosses David Hart around like he's nothing, he then runs in & drives a knee into his forehead & apply's a violent amount of pressure! He's squeezing on Hart's head like it's a damned lollypop & popping is one thing that hart's head might do if Lanch apply's anymore pressure into that throat of David Harts.. Harts arms are flaming left & right trying to escape the move until finally, Avalanch releases the pressure & stands back to his feet, he goes to try to pick Hart up, but Hart dives under his ropes & gets up on his own, he pushes Avalanch from behind...
Fred Estridge: Sometimes the simplest moves can be the best...
Peter Roberts: Avalanch turns around & see's David Hart running at him, Hart goes for a flying forearm but Avalanch reads the move, catches him & slams him down right on his knee with a stomachbreaker... He pushes Hart off of his knee & Hart begins to grab his chest in pain, he look like he's just had the wind knocked out of him.. He turns around & pushes off of the canvas trying to get back to his feet, OH! He's helped up by one massive arm of Avalanches & whipped irght back up to shape... Avalanch grabs him by the head & places his neck along the ropes...
Fred Estridge: David Hart is gonna wake up with a serious case of ropeburn in the morning...That's got to hurt...
Peter Roberts: ...Lanch is not releasing this one anytime soon... The reff grabs him by his massive arm & try's to free the move but Avalanch will not let go... Hart's struggling to free himself, he's desperatly trying to get out of this... Lanch finally lets go, turns David around, grabs him around the waist & SIDESUPLEXES him down to the canvas HARD! Hart hits down & he looks like he's in a hell of alot of pain...
Fred Estridge: You step into the ring with someone the size of Avalanch and your going to be in a hell of alot of pain eventually... Lanch is pulling David Hart back up to his feet...
Peter Roberts: OH! He whips him chest first into the corner, but David Hart hops up on the second turnbuckle, he turns around as Lanch runs in, he swings off of Lanch like a damned playground & drops him with a vicious tornado DDT! What a move.. what a move indeed! He plants Lanch down right on his head, Hart spins off of the canvas & gets back to his feet as Avalanch slowly begins to stir once again...
Fred Estridge: This is funny! 'Lanch is getting beaten up by a shrimp like Hart...
Peter Roberts: ...Hey like him or not, you got to admit that Hart has talent... Hart is back to his feet & breaks in Avalanches head with a kick to the face... David Hart now grabs the back of Avalanches head & he's pounding it into the canvas like there's no tommorow! GOOD GOD! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! Hart's now pulling Avalanch back up to his feet by the back of his hair... He sets him up, flings him across the ropes, then flings himself across the opposing ropes... He meets Avalanch in the middle & then brings him down with a FACEBUSTER! Good god, he crams the big man's cranium into the canvas...
Fred Estridge: Looked as though it hurt a hell of alot...
Peter Roberts: ...Avlaanch has just been slowed down completly now as David Hart fly's off the ropes again & then dives down with a snap elbowdrop, he dorps it righ along the spine of Avalanch, Lanchy looks like he's in a little bit of pain & now Hart pulls him up... OH! Hart gives him a haymaker, stumbling him around in a circle, I don't think Lanch even knows where he is anymore... David Hart quickly turns around & hops up on the top-turnbuckle... Avalanch turns around just in time to see David hart fly down from the turnbuckle... OH! He try's an axehandle but Lanch reads it & catches Hart as he lands by the THROAT!
Fred Estridge: Potential!
Peter Roberts: ...Lanch heaves him up off of the canvas & CHOKESLAMS him down hard to the matt... Avalanch now puts a boot to the throat of David Hart, he's not out here to achieve victory, he's out here to teach David Hart a dammed lesson!
Fred Estridge: Well then, he's doing a fine job...
Peter Roberts: ...David Hart reaches up & grabs the ropes with his hand, the reff pushes Avalanch off of Hart & Lanch DOES NOT LOOK HAPPY! ...He's giving the reff what-for & explaining to him in many harsh four letter words whats wrong with him, but the problem is, he doesn't see Hart coming in from behind... Hart's up & runs at Lanchm OH! OH! Lanch turns around & rips his head from his chest with that boot to the FACE, he levels Hart & DID you hear that SMACK?! repulsive!
Fred Estridge: I wish I could record that & make it my windows opening sound!
Peter Roberts: It was loud enough to be an alarm clock for gods sake... Avalanch now pulls David Hart up quickly... CHOKE BOMB! CHOKE BOMB by Avalanch! CHOKE BOMB by Avalanch into a sitdown pinning position...
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-- Avalanch wins via Choke Bomb --
Peter Roberts: Good god, that was incredible! ...and now what the HELL?! That MASKED MAN! The Masked MAN IS HERE! The MASKED MAN IS HERE! He storms down to ringside, walks right by Avalanch, Lanch looks behind trying to get a close look but finds himself scatching his head... The masked man struts down to ringside as Hart slowly begins to stir & gets to his feet...
Fred Estridge: I've got a bad feeling...
Peter Roberts: OH GOOD GOD! The Masked Man just grabbed Hart by the foot & he's pulling him out of the ring, David Hart try's to throw a fist into the face of the masked man, but the masked man blocks it & levels him down with a single fist to the face, Hart falls flat on his ass, but the masked man is nice enough to pull him back up to his feet... He turns him around, plucks him up, RUNNING POWERBOMB THROUGH THE DAMNED MEXICAN ANNOUNCERS TABLE! GOOD GOD! GOOD GOD! GOOD GOD... He now pulls Hart out of the rubbage & POWERBOMB back first onto the DAMNED GAURDRAIL! Hart is being injured HERe... He just got snapped down like he was nothing... The Masked man steps overtop of him & leaves through the dammed audience.. Good god, Hart is HURT! HART IS HURT!
Fred Estridge: Golly, 'ya think?!
Peter Roberts: ...and now what!?
(Head Like a Hole begins to play & President Brown struts out like he's gods gift to the FHW...)
President Brown: Good evening idiots & gentle morons... Just wanted to make this quick announcment, the Scot's partner on next Friday will be... Heh, heh... You're gonna think this is all fucked up, but LEE TODD will be teaming up with SCOT LAMONT against Mark Tragic & the Masked IDIOT! Bahaha, I love IT! ...So if you...
(Suddenly an image of Reed Rothchild appears on the firkntron... He's untying his laces with Flashback entering the room, he tosses his car keys aside & looks as Rothchild, they both begin to chuckle.. Suddenly, the door behind them opens & in steps Archangel.. Roth & Flashback both stand up to him, but they don't see Crusader come in from behind with a baseball bat! He clubs Flashback right in the back of the skull.. Roth turns around, then Archangel grabs him from behind, spins him around... He picks him up...)
Peter Roberts: GOOD GOD! GOOD GOD! Michinoku DRIVER onto the CONCRETE FLOOR! Roth is BUSTED...
(Archangel grabs the bat from Crusader & levels Roth in the head, he then tosses it back to Crusader... Archangel then looks up at the camera...)
Archangel: Brown, NEXT WEEK give me a match or your gonna see a hell of alot more of THIS SHIT...
Peter Roberts: GOOD GOD! GOOD GOD! GOOD GOD FOLKS! ...We are out of time! We are out of time! Stay tuned for next weeks Friday Night Lifeline! ...It debut's FRIDAY & it's bound to be a hell of a SHOW FOLKS! So for Peter Roberts & Fred "The irritating" Estridge... GOODNIGHT!
(Fade.)