Thursday Night Mayhem


-- Live from Houston, Texas -- 7:00 pm Eastern Time -- Astrodrome -- FHW proudly presents --


"SHOUT... SHOUT... LET IT ALL OUT! THESE ARE THE THINGS I CAN'DO WITHOUT! C'mon! HEY! I'm talk'n to 'ya.. c'mon..."

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...

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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...

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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!!!

 

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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...

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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...

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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..

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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...

 

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(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 firkn’tron 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 doesn’t 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 don’t realize that they are all too greedy and don’t 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 doesn’t 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.)