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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...
-- Silly little Blue Smurfs --
(Back stage Crusader is seen shining his heavyweight title while wearing his cheshire cat like grin... Nightman is seen at the other end of the arena throwing his woman around in pimp like fashion and Tumbler is in the locker room lacing up his boots when all of a sudden a hammer drops on the floor in front of him??? Surprised he looks up and SMACK!!! Reed Rothchild standing right in front of him just tattoed him with a frozen tuna wrapped in barbwire!?!?! Tumblers`s forehead begins to leak as Rothchild yells at him...)
Rothchild: Why must you stick your nose in other peoples business??? Man you think your little hammer is funny??? Chief I`ll be seeing you soon real soon...
(Rothchild raises the frozen tuna once more and swings but the camera`s fade out to the event at ringside...)
Estridge: Oh my God!!! Rothchild getting even for the hammer attack that happened last friday...
Roberts: With a tuna of all things!?!?! Its unfortunate that Tumbler ahs to be out here right away...
(Tumbler & Nexus' intros begin up...)
Roberts: Tumbler with his head tightly taped up grapples with the slighty bigger Nexus... Nexus steps back and forearms Tumbler right in the head...
Estridge: Rothchild must of done quite a number on Tumbler cuz that blow has left him a little woozy...
Roberts: Nexus scoops Tumbler up and hits him with a quick release belly to belly suplex...
Estridge: I haven`t seen much from the youngster but must say being hit with a belly to belly in the opening minute of the fight is a very bad sign...
Roberts: True, but whats this Tumbler is up fast and low blows the oncoming Nexus...
Estridge: To the top ropes he goes!!!
Roberts: Wow he really wastes no time, he is a high flyer alright!!!
Estridge: Nexus turns around and OH MY GOD SUICIDE PLANCHA!!! Dropping Nexus right to the canvas...
Roberts: I think I can see blood coming through the bandage
now???
Estridge: Yes well who cares!!! This Tumbler kid has got some moves...
Roberts: Tumbler scoops Nexus up and plops him back quick with
a hand hand slam...
Estridge: What style!!! One handed body slam!!!
*Rolling his eyes* Roberts: Like you have never seen that before!?!? Nexus on the recieving end and strong boots to the guts and head... Trying to cover up he craddles until the ref finally steps in... Taking full advantage of the distraction Nexus uses his thumb and plants it smack dab in the middle of Tumbler`s eye socket... Reeling in pain Tumbler throws blind punches in the general direction of Dark Nexus...
Estridge: Where on earth is going with those?? He couldn`t hit the broad side of a barn with swings like that..
Roberts: Nexus charges and cracks Tumbler with a lariat that snaps his head back before hits tastes ring mat... Nexus shakes off the previous attacks and grabs Tumbler, then tosses him over the ring ropes... Tumbler crashes hard to the floor obviously still a little blinded... Nexus quickly scampers outside with Tumbler and begins trading blows back and forth... Nexus apparently going after the wound that Rothchild opened earlier hits Tumbler with strike after strike... The blows that Tumbler land are hurting Nexus but don`t have the impact as he doesn`t yet have a head wound... Tumbler finally breaks from the exchange and stumbles back... Nexus seizing the opportunity goes for a spear but NO!!! Tumbler is out of the way and CLANG!!! Nexus hits the steel ring steps...
Estridge: OH MY GOD THATS GOT TO HURT!!!
Roberts: Nexus is writhing in pain!!! Where`s Tumbler???
Estridge: Top rope of course!!! Tumbler on the top rope for
only a second leaps and SMASH!!! Moonsault... Perfectly
executed!!! What a debut by both men as this has turned into one
hell of a match!!! Tumbler a little slow to get up as being a
higflyer has taken a bit of a toll on him... Tumbler rolls Nexus
into the ring and hooks the leg for the pin...
One...
Two...
Thr--- NOOOO!!! Kick out...
Roberts: Tumbler visably upset with the ref and spouts out a
few slanderish remarks about the refs old lady as he claims he
was robbed by a slow count... Hitting Nexus with a quick suplex
he looks at the ref again for a pin...
One...
Two...
Thr--- NOOOO!!! Kick out again!!! Tumbler fuming... But
knowing that his anger will get him no where he leaves the ref
alone this time and whips Nexus into the ropes and attempts a
sunset flip but in exchange for his efforts he gets a size 13
right in the chops... Tumbler does just that and flops back on to
the mat... Nexus acts quickly and drops the boot right across the
throat and chokes the highflyer... The ref breaks it up and Nexus
then drops the leg across the throat trying to wind his opponent
more... Tumbler rolls about clutching his throat as Nexus seems
to want to take this to the next level??? Sliding outside he he
grabs the time keeper by the scruff of the neck and tosses him
aside, stealing his metal folding chair... Throwing it inside
Nexus rolls back in to find Tumbler almost on his feet!!!
Leaving the chair be for a moment he locks up with Tumbler, both
men battle for position and Nexus throws Tumbler into the
ropes... As Tumbler comes
back Nexus throws him in the air and BOOM!!! He hit the 3D!!! But
a one man version of it!!! INCREDIBLE!!!
Estridge: That was unreal!!! Oh my Nexus is looking for the chair... Its all over!!! ITS ALL OVER!!!
Roberts: Maybe not??? Tumbler is still moving!!! Nexus drops the chair in the middle of the ring and grabs Tumbler... Setting him up he hits the DARK INFINITY RIGHT ON THE CHAIR!!!
Estridge ITS OVER OH MY GOD ITS OVER!!! Nexus rolls over for the count!!!
One...
Two...
Three!!!
Roberts: Nexus draws the win but I can`t help but feel that if
Tumbler was 100 percent the results would of been different???
Tumbler sure is going to have a score to settle with Rothchild
come sunday!!!
(Intros for McCrakken & Phoenix
inserted here...)
Roberts: McCracken catches Justin Phoenix as he is facing the
wrong way talking to the referee... BOOM!!! Hanging verticle
suplex!!! Great way to open up the match!!!. Solar has Justin
down and locks him in a reverse chin lock... Justin fights to the
ropes causing Solar to break the hold... Phoenix gets back to his
feet and blocks Solar`s punch!!! Phoenix then hits a chin
crusher!!!
Estridge: Ouch thats has got to smart!!!
Roberts: Phoenix goes for a Steiner recliner, but Solar gets to the ropes and breaks the hold!!! Phoenix then picks up Solar and throws him to the ropes... SMASH!!! Phoenix catches him with a HUGE samoan drop!!! Phoenix attemping to show off his highflying abilities starts to climb the ropes.
Estridge: Get up Solar, get up!!!
Roberts: Solar catching his wind see`s Phoenix comes from behind and puts him on his shoulders. Phoenix panicing begins to punch Solar in the head... Not doing enough damage Solar falls straight backwards!!! THUD!!!. Phoenix is down as Solar now begins to climb the ropes... Phoenix now gets to his feet and pulls Solar down.bagging him!!!
Estridge: What a back and forth match up!!! Solar staggering around the ring holding his nuts gets snapped back by a vicious clothesline!!! Phoenix then drags him to the center of the ring and applies a dragon sleeper!!!.
Roberts:: Solar isn't going to get out of this one!!!
Estridge: LOOK!!! Solar is fighting it!!! He`s tryin to get to his feet!!!
Roberts: The crowd is behind him now Solar is actually getting out of it... Driving his elbows into Phoenix`s ribs he finally breaks free!!! Charging off the ropes he hits Phoenix with a knee lift that removes 3 teeth from the face of Phoenix!!!
Estridge: Look at this the teeth re right in front of me!!! Phoenix is bleeding everywhere!!!
Roberts: And Solar is calling for the HEAT!!!
Estridge: That devastating knee lift has totaled off Phoenix
he can`t stop the heat!!! Solar grabs Phoenix and hits the
Heat!!! The ref calls for the bell this match is over!!!
(Intros for Crusader & Nightman...)
Estridge: The ref rings the bell and they lock up right away,
Crusader throws him into the ropes and hits him with a back
elbow. Crusader continues the attack picks him up and they lock
up again, this time Nightman gets the advantage and slams
Crusader...
Roberts: Whats this!?!?!? Crusader is laughing!!! He`s lying on his back laughing!?!?! Nightman then picks up Crusader and throws him into the ropes and clotheslines him down hard...
Estridge: He`s laughing again!?!?! Nightman is very upset... He begins to kick Crusader with all his might but the champ blocks every single strike... Crusader rolls to his front and quickly gets to his feet while blocking more of Nightman`s advances...
Roberts: Well he should of expected this, I mean demanding a
shot at the champ when he just isn`t ready!!! Crusader rebounds
and scoopslams Nightman right down with a thud... Crusader while
grabbing Nightman whispers into his ear "Its your stop
chump, and this is where you get off!!!" BANG a ddt plants
Nightman hard into the canvas... Crusader with cat like reflexes
goes for the cover...
One...
Two...
Thr-- Kick out!!!
Estridge: Crusader just looks at the ref and shrugs...
Flashing his trademark grin he speaks "I guess he wants
more???" If Nightman was smart he would of laid down for the
whole count cuz things are gonna get worse... Crusader picks him
and hits a reverse Russian leg sweep... Nightman still moving
causes Crusader to apply more pressure... Taunting Nightman to
get up Crusader laughs and points causing Nightman to attack, he
slaps on a cradle suplex but Crusader blocks it and back body
drops him like a sack of potatoes!!!. Crusader continues the
onslaught by picking him up and hits a Gutwrench powerbomb for
the cover...
One...
Two..
Thr-- NOOO???? I can`t believe Nightman has kicked out again!!!
Roberts: Crusader!!! Get the shotgun and put old yeller out of his misery!!!
Estridge: No kidding... He doesn`t know when to quit??? Crusader gets to his feet and points at his title...
Roberts: Obviously Crusader thinks this match was a waste of his time!!!
Estridge: But think of the ratings... You know how long its been since I`ve seen a sone sided slobber knocker like this??? Way to long I tell you!!! Crusader... Kick his ass some more!!!
Roberts: Fred you feeling ok??? Wait whats this??? A young fan
jumps over the guard rail and runs past security. The fan slides
into the ring... He hugs Crusader and begins to babble on about
how he thinks he is the greatest wrestler to ever grace the
FHW... Crusader just smiles and WHAM!!!! the kid
falls to the ground!!!
Estridge: NIGHTMAN JUST DROP KICKED THE KID!?!?!?! He`s been beaten so delerious he must of thought the kid was Crusader???
Roberts: Crusader is perplexed!!! I think he`s going to freak??? Grabbing Nightman he hits a Death Valley Driver... Picking Nightman back up Crusader now puts Nightman in the torture rack. Nightman is thriving in pain.... As this is going on the medics have now gotten to the ring and pulled the poor kid out... The ref busy with the kid doesn`t hear Nightman screaming I quit!!! Crusader then throws Nightman hard to the mat and opens up the boot O Matic 2000!!! Kicking him repeatedly Nightman is lifeless...
Estridge: The medics have no brought the kid up the ramp and the refs attention is back on the match...
Roberts: Thats good news for Nightman cuz maybe the ref will put an end to his suffering??? Crusader picks up Nightman and throws him into the ropes... Nightman attempting a clothesline just has the champ duck the clothesline and dropkick Nightman right in the lips dropping him to the ground... Crusader then picks him up and hits a piledriver...
Estridge: This match was over a long time ago Nightman is never going to be the same after this one!!! Crusader sensing the end makes the cover..
One..
Two..
Thr-- NOOOO
Roberts: Nightman didn`t kick out??? Crusader just rolled off... He stopped the count??? Crusader then picks him up and hits a shoulderbreaker... Crusader then climbs to the top rope and hits a flying knee drop... Nightman is busted wide open!!! Crusader making sure Nightman never bothers him again Crusader is opening a clinic and showing the world what happens when you boldly challenge the champion!!! Picking up Nightman and whips him to the corner and runs in with a body avalanch!!! Nightman crumples... The crowd calls for the End of the Road!!!
Estridge: Never one to deny his fans Crusader sets Nightman up and BOOM its over!!!
Roberts: Quick cover...
One...
Two...
Three!!!
(Suddenly, the lights begin to blink, on
and off, notoriously like a fading life. A hue of static begins
to hum and soon everyone in the arena, including the combatants
in the ring, stop and begin to look in wonder to the events
unfolding before them. A sudden blast of shrieking releases the
onslaught of what seems to be the crying and screaming of a
thousand women and children, all praying for their lives in
unison. Then, without warning, all stops and the arena is plunged
into darkness.)
Peter Roberts: By god, this is
supposed to be a SHORT NIGHT! I WANT A VACATION, what the HELL is
going on?!
Fred Estridge: It can't be good...
(A hazy blue light begins to emit from the firkntron as a
low laugh is heard. Moments later the firkn tron come alive
as it reveals a large backed, black leather, chair sitting back
on to the crowd. All around the chair is black, everything except
an even blacker shimmering coming from what appears to be a
medieval gauntlet tapping its fingers on the armrest. Again, the
low laugh is heard, but nothing more for several seconds
and
then finally, from those same melancholy laughs come words.)
Voice: It is truly
amazing
amazing that after all this time the FHW and its
fans still cannot recognize my voice. But that is mere proof of
what I have been saying all along, that society tries to forget
those whom it deem unworthy. It is amazing how you can forget
something
bury it deep in your mind like it never
happened
like a nightmare. Nightmare
yes
that is a
funny word, and seemingly a topic of great discussion as of late
in the FHW. It seems to be on the tip of everyones tongue for
some reason. I listen to the interviews, all the ranting and
raving about superiority in a cage of molested rats. I hear
stories about individuals who I have never met and never will,
fictional melodramas that are designed for what purpose? They are
designed to hide the weakness on behalf of the one who tells
them, for he is too afraid to show his own soul to the crowd, and
always will be, just like he has been in the past. I see promises
of those same nightmares coming from those who say they too are
the bane of society
but they are mistaken in their own
place, for they are not the bane of society, they are society of
banes, a society of imitations trying to recreate the fears they
have been crushed by in the past, hoping to use it against those
they wish to destroy. But it doesnt work, for they are
foolhardy and envious of that which they cannot
comprehend
not without making the final drop out of society,
one that they cannot return from ever. Other rats
other
monkeys, they too speak of nightmares and dreams as they attempt
to reveal their repulsive minds to us, attempted to seek remorse
or solitude, whichever comes first. They too dont realize
that they are all too greedy and dont realize that by
trying to control both society and its undeath, then they will
fall in a way they are attempted to avoid in the beginning.
Everyone is tough, everyone wants to be champion, but they are
all rats
and none of them understand their own shadows, thus
none of them can wield them as weapons and they continue to be
just rats. Let me tell you about nightmares. Let me tell you
about dreams. Sometimes your dreams of what you wish are nothing
more then frightening stories of what you wish not. These are
what you deem as nightmares, but you are wrong, these are still
just dreams. No, a true nightmare doesnt stop there. A true
nightmare is the manifestation of everything that you have feared
your entire life, and it attacks you, night, after night, after
night. You can no sooner close your eyes when the darkness makes
if stab of oblique mental decay, but as you awaken, you try and
convince yourself it was all a dream, that It never happened and
that you will be ok in the end. But you see, that is where you
are wrong. For while every time that this nightmare shows up,
every time you grasp the bed sheets and scream to awaken, every
time you come to life once more and see it as nothing but a bad
dream, that is when you are hit the hardest. There is a slow
death occurring with nightmares, a death of sanity that has only
one ticket to hell that you have no choice in taking. So again
you sleep, and for a while you feel safe, building up a false
security
the nightmare is gone
but you are wrong.
Eventually, after time, after the nightmare has plagued you for
who knows how long, that is when it makes it final assault. That
is when it takes over and insanity reigns supreme as you lose
complete control. That final nightmare, the one that takes you
over the edge into death
that day
has come
(Upon the firkn tron the huge chair slowly begins to
turn
bit by bit the shadows reveal themselves as a startling
revelation comes across the minds of all those in attendance. The
figure, drab in a pitch black cloak, his half black/half white
comedy/tragedy mask hiding his scared face, his razor sharp
katana raising high out of the back of his cloak, his pure black
gauntlet clenching a fist of metal assault, and high on his
shoulder, a lonely ferret
Daemon Krav stares out of black
and white eyes, deep into every mind in the crowd, a shot of
sickness begins to erupt within their guts, and nobody can say a
thing
)
Peter Roberts: GOOD GOD GRATIOUS NO TO
HELL & BACK! KRAV IS BACK! KRAV IS BACK & this CROWD IS
SPEECHLESS! Good god, nobody saw this coming, but the Daemon has
reemerged! NO GOD DAMMIT! NO!
Fred Estridge: Well, this is bad
news for everyone on the FHW scene, the FHW Daemon is BACK IN THE
BUISINESS...
(We quiet down to hear his words...)
Krav: FHW
I am back, the recurring
nightmare has come to its final day, one which will leave every
FHW Superstar upon their
knees in a pile of their own waste. I am not here to tell stores,
nor to make treats any longer. I am simple here to fulfill the
promises I have been making for so long. You can ride the tide of
your own fear for so long, but eventually your going to sink. And
there is nothing you can do about it. This Sunday FHW, I will
step back into the ring and I shall claim victory once again.
Then
Crusader I shall step face you face with you and that battle you
have wished for for so long will become reality, and when I have
the
FHW World Title, you will be wishing that I had stayed in your
head
and not became a reality. As this nightmare comes to an
end
crusader
for you, there will never be another tomorrow. By
the way Crusader
just to bring back old
memories
boom
(Suddenly, without any warning the ring just explodes... We hear
the faint words "Come Rot With Me" as the scene fades
to black.)