Friday Night Ricochet


-- Live from Hartford, Conneticut -- 7:00 pm Eastern Time -- The Hartford Civic Center -- 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...


-- Not cancelled by a dog show --


Peter Roberts: FOLKS, we're only a few short weeks away from FHW's breakdown PPV, FOREVER... Tonight we will announce the lineup & i've already seen a sneak peak & it looks like its going to be one hell of a terrific showing... But we move on to tonight now, as we have the lineup to end all lineups & a main event to cover everything we might have missed last week... this is going to be a night of surprises, but i can gurantee that there won't be as many as last week, last week things went NUTS.. Everybody was everywhere, everyone was after everyone else.. Life was hell & me & Fred sat back, watched it & enjoyed the hell out of it...

Fred Estridge: I still can't believe who the new commisioner is.. Scorpion? PIG BOY? Browns' RIVALRY?! What in the hell was Brown smoking this time for gods sake, was he thinking right?! whats wrong with this crazy bastard!

Peter Roberts: He's smarter than most people think, however, i was pretty shocked myself to find out who he hired to be the commisioner, but cuto's to him for it.. He stood up against the odds & did what he had to do, but anyways folks.. Let's give you a sign of things to come tonight as we look forward into tonights matches.. First off, Malkavian steps up for his debut match against Lee Todd this week, this was setup when Malkav came into Lee's face last week on Ricochet... Well now Lee wants payback & these two have exchanged words numerous times since...

Fred Estridge: I'm going for Lee all the way on this one.. He's just so much... you know? More talented.

Peter Roberts: ...errr, next up another debut, this time Johnny Cocsure steps into the ring against none other than the Minaster himself, Jonas Prophet. This is a very intrigueing matchup & should provide us with some high class entertainment...

Fred Estridge: Nothing says entertainment like a guy named Johnny Cocksure...

Peter Roberts: ...The third match, once again we debut another up-and-possibly not gonna be here long if he doesn't do an interview'ie... Tigerpro who steps off against a man almost known in veteran status here in the FHW... John McCrakken.. This ones going to be interesting to say the least...

Fred Estridge: To say the least is to say more than enough...

Peter Roberts: ...and after that one; Drake Raynor & Plague mix it up, one on one. These two are both built up & ready to rumble but god only knows what in the hell might possibly happen here tonight, and then finally, in the main event. A very strange matchup indeed as Flashback & Archangel will team up for the very first time to fight the same opposing forces.. the Lost Souls, Avalanch & Demon.. This one should be one hell of an interesting matchup with four huge names like this in the ring.. Folks, brace yourselves...

Fred Estridge: Why? You taking a dump or somet...

Peter Roberts: ...IT'S TIME TO GET HARDCORE!!!

Fred Estridge: We need a new catchphr... oh god...

(Highway To Hell Begins to play)

Fred Estridge: What the hell now?

(Scorpion emrges from the crowd in an all white versace suit with Nicole not to far behind with a big smile on her face. The crowd just loves it and they go wild as their new commish comes on the scene. Scorpion has a clipboard in hand and jumps into the ring. He does his taunt in the ring to the crowds enjoyment. He grabs a mic...)

Fred Estridge: Yay, the local FHW swine speaks...

Peter Roberts: Hey, That is somewhat of your boss...He can fire you.

Fred Estridge: Yeah..Yeah..

(Scorpion Speaks)

Scorpion: Hello Dear Fans...I'm BACK!...Anyway, as many of you know I'm the new commish and thier are a few things I must explain.

Fred Estridge: Oh, goodie...

Scorpion: Yes, I will be fair as I possibly can to all who I can, BUT, this doesn't mean I will be leaning against the rules or as some of you idots in the back perfer to call it..Favoritism. There will be none of that what so ever from me, so don't push your luck. Next, as you should know..President Brown may have givin me this job..That DAMN sure doesn't mean I have to listen to him!

Fred Estridge: DAMN RIGHT IT DOES You TIT!

Peter Roberts: I've never seen a crowd so behind somebody...

(The Crowd cheers wildly Scorpion looks over by Fred immediatly after his comments...)

Peter Roberts: I Think He heard you..

Fred Estridge: So? What's he gonna do? Tell me i'm a bad boy & i need a spanking?

(Scorpion Just Grins)

Scorpion: Fred, Come here..I'm not playing...Get you ass in here NOW!

(Fred Gets in the ring shaking..damn near petrified)

Peter Roberts: Hopefully, he doesn't pee his pants this time...

Scorpion: Stay There, I'll deal with you in a bit. Anyway, As I was saying, I've seen President Brown do somethings that I haven't agreed with in the past.. But Now all that ends. Their will be no Hold backs.. wrestlers WILL get a push. From now on titles WILL be put on the line on every other week, cause those title holders have held those title for too long without a defense! Finally there WILL be a 0 tolelerance when it comes down to title defenses. What does this mean? Well, this mean If the wresttler decides not to have an interview.. His title defense will be given away, then it would turn into somewhat of a free for all for who gets the spot and the one that didn't RP will most definetly answer to me!

(Crowd loves the idea)

Scorpion: Now two things on the agenda tonight. First, Since we were speaking of titles..I will choose at randomly and vacate a title..yes Vacate. And that title is the Hardcore title...

(Suddenly All in the Family begins to play & President Brown steps out very angered...)

Brown: Scorpion, I hired you to help out, not to try to control... Now, it seems the FHW may be getting a little more dangerous for people to work in. For those of you who don’t know, that prick Daemon Krav attempted to attack me in my office after the Last Man Standing match. Now some of you are thinking no big deal…well the mother fucker was using a god damn Sword. Now I can put up with so much, but then there is too much. In other words, Mr. Krav is now spending some quality time with the local prison for the next little while.

Peter Roberts: For the love of god, he probably didn't even have a weapon!

(A chorus of boos explode over the area as the arrogant President Brown smiles to himself.)

Brown: One more thing has been bothering me as of late and it regards the FHW Hardcore Title. The so-called vacated hardcore title, that title belongs to none other than the master of the dispearing act.. Leroy Brown so...

(Before the president can finish a sudden blasting of static erupts over the Firkn’tron as the lights dim and soon the solemn words of Nirvana’s “Lake of Fire” begin to echo… President Brown & Commish Scorp look behind them confused...)

Where do bad folks go when they die?

They don't go to heaven where the angels fly

They go to the lake of fire and fry

Won't see them again 'till the fourth of July…

(Suddenly another blast of static triggers a very familiar voice speaks simply…”Time to Dance with the Reaper…HAHAHA…”, and a Gunshot sounds bringing to life the disturbing sounds of Marilyn Manson’s “AntiChrist Superstar”. The fans explode as the pictures of a hand of poker cards, three 8s and two aces, Dead mans Hand, shimmers over the Firkn tron and is replaced by pictures of strip clubs, bar room brawls, the anatomy of a shotgun and the gleaming black hull of a 1969 Dodge Charger 426 hemi. Then, step by step, two dirty black boots carress the stage followed by the duster wearing, long haired, unshaven smug face of the one and only Marcus “The Reaper” Ash. His eyes hid by his silver sunglasses as in one hand he holds his finest double barrel shot gun while gambling away his life in the smoke of a sweet Cuban cigar. His arrogant face erupts into a slick smile as he stares around the arena, the crowd administering his self proclaimed godhood, or more correctly, anti-godhood. He reaches his two arms high as the crowd erupts even louder and then he slowly returns them to his sides, the lights return to normal as his music drowns out. He glares at President Brown for a moment and then calls for a mic. He steps to the left, makes an attempt to speak and then stops staring at the crowd once more with another outlaw like smile. Once again the crowd erupts for the outlaw gambler as twice more he follows suit and bluffs an attempted dialog. Then, he stares at President Brown shaking his head in a possible migraine in the middle of the ring. And finally words escape his smug lips.)

Reaper: Hi…Kenny…Miss me.

Brown: You have no ide...

Reaper: Shut up smiley. You know it wasn’t that long ago I was sitting at home, watching the FHW on TV…no…I wasn’t, because I don’t watch crap this bad! What the hell…Kenny…what the fuck is your problem, you got more talent in your asshole that you got here. I mean seriously man, the FHW is a disaster. I mean lets look at the list…we got…lemme see, Daemon Krav, but I guess he is gone now, that’s one good business move, the only problem is that krav is a bit like Slim Shady you see, lots of people trying to imitate and be like him, and well, the fed is filled with them. You got about 48 guys running around in cloaks trying to sneak up on everyone and words of…oh…society is evil and I shall make you feel my pain…well guys, I tell yeah, we are definitely feeling pain from just listening to you, but you got to be kidding with the shit you get on with. Tellin us that you have been so miserable and how we are all going to hell. I know I am going to hell, my minister told me that years ago in Sunday school. But you guys, I mean, you are the guys people like me beat the snot out of in school. You are the guys we took the women from and guess what, you where to pussyshit to do anything about it and now you have nothing better to do than sit and moan and grown about it while reading off sermons from Revelations. Guess what dumb ass’s you ain’t scaren anyone. So come out of the closet and join your friends in the happy bliss of being losers. Come on…Kenny…where the hell did you hire these guys, the local “spook world”. Or are they all outtakes from the Halloween movies that didn’t make the cut. But more importantly Kenny, Why the hell did you hire them. While you have been trying to make your own spook show here to make poor innocent children wet their beds have you seen your ratings. They are Crap!! Speaking of children, I know one kid right now that ever since hearing some baloney Tempest was getting on about the boogieman has now been bringing a shotgun to bed with him. Now there is nothing wrong with that, I do it all the time, but you Kenny, you are responsible for putting dangerous weapons in the hands of children. So you know what I told this kid…I said Lee fn todd, I said you don’t have to be afraid of the boogie man anymore. You can stand up to him and think to yourself that by the time your 12, you will have gotten laid more times than that fool will get in his lifetime. I told him to think about all the pussy he will be getting at parties while the boogieman is off playing dungeons and dragons with his closet homosexual misery friends all making up nice little limericks that they will talk about the next time they feel the need to “express” themselves. I mean Kenny, I look at all this and say, its no wonder you took up that second job at the local XXX club.

Brown: You son of a…

Reaper: I said shut up Smiley. I got a gun here and you don’t want to piss me off. Now, that’s enough talk about the assholes in this fed…for now…but meanwhile I got another topic I wanted to discuss. You see, a while back I was having a game of cards with the notorious Leroy Brown. And you see, during that 7 day drunk we kinda gambled a bit, and well, I lost a bit of money, and then Leroy lost a bit…and finally he put up something for bet that I must say, got me pretty excited. So, we had are game and the Outlaw came out on top. Do you know what it was that I won from that Game…Kenny…hey? I will tell you want it was…

(Reaper slowly reaches into his Duster where he pulls out the long lost FHW Hardcore Championship. The crowd goes nuts as
Brown nearly explodes in the ring.)

Peter Roberts: GOOD GOD!

Reaper: HAHA…that’s right smiley, I, Marcus “The Reaper” Ash, am your new FHW Hardcore Champion…HAHA.

Scorpion: I vacated that TITLE!

Brown: Shutup Scorpion, i'll deal with you in a second... Now Ash, Not so fast Ash, you can’t be champion…nono, you did not win that belt in any sanctioned match.

Reaper: I don’t care. I got the Hardcore belt. And I…am now declaring myself the Hardcore champion.

Brown: You know, you picked the wrong day to show up here Marcus, I am in a bad mood as it is and well, now there is going to be another victim. You have been here one day, and guess what…now your gone. Marcus Ash, you are fired! Get out of my arena! Security!

(Reaper smiles for a moment and looks around seeming waiting for security to come. Then he looks at Brown, shrugs and laughs. Security is nowhere to be seen.)

Peter Roberts: Where the hell is security?!

Reaper: Haha, how fucking stupid are you anyway. First off, your security are a little busy, you see, right now as we speak there are 12 voluptuous vixens in the parking lot putting on a free show, and guess where security is! Now, secondly, you can’t fire me.

Brown: What the hell do you mean I can’t fire you? The hell I can’t you smug asshole.

Reaper: Thank you…but no, you can’ t fire me. You can’t touch me. Reason being, YOU DIDN’T HIRE ME IN THE FIRST PLACE YOU BLOODY IDIOT!

Peter Roberts: Ash is trying to push all the buttons today...

(Brown just starts shaking his head and throws his hands into the air as a release of tension.)

Reaper: Browny I told you a long while back that I was going to make your life a living hell, and guess what, I have arrived. Now, back to business. I want you to think back…now I know this must be hard with your mind filled with erotic images of me right now, but damnit I ain’t like that. So think back…think back really hard to about a year ago.

(President Brown stares at Reaper for a second in wonder and then suddenly something clicks. He begins a tantrum in the ring.)

Reaper: I can remember you now, you looked at me and said, “this better not come back to haunt me”…sorry Kenny, what can I say, I am a bad man, what you going to do. Anyway, to enlighten the fine crowd here tonight on what I am talking about, around a year ago I invested so much of my money in the RBC, a prestigious boot camp for the training of talent for wrestling. Now at that same time the LWA was at full swing and the FHW was feeling the blunt of it as they were suffering a major ratings drop. This man before you ladies and gentlemen came to me begging to promote the FHW in the RBC to the young talent as they got better and better and would ultimately be the future of the wrestling world. After a rough encounter earlier that year with the FHW I told Kenny very blatantly to go fuck himself. So, he went home, he tried it, and the he came back and begged again. So we made a deal. I would promote his fed with the RBC and Firkn Sports Entertainment would sign me a whopping check and a contract that was untouchable for Two solid years. The contents of the contract where simple, real simple, even to an idiot like brown here. It gave me rights to not only compete in the fed whenever I wanted, but it allowed me to bring in anybody I wanted to compete with my own creative control. In other words Kenny, you have signed your soul to the devil and by my watch, that gives me One solid year to take over this fed and bring it out of the shitter you have stuffed it in. My first act will be to rename this belt as it will no longer be called the FHW hardcore belt but instead it will be the VBT World Outlaw Championship. The rules for this belt are simple. There are absolutely none. You win when your opponent is destroyed. And, of course, guess who is the very first World Outlaw Champion…you guessed it, Me. Now those of you wondering what VBT means, it is very simply the name of my organization that I will be assembling very shortly, and it means, VERY BAD THINGS. So FHW, if you thought I was a pain in the ass before, you ain’t seen nothing yet, and I promise you, before this year is up, the FHW will be all dancing with the reaper, and I will be behind the whip. HAHA, later smiley.

President Brown: YOU SON OF A BITCH! YOU HEAR ME... You're the one who's BARGAI... WHERE ARE YOU GOING! GET BACK HERE! GET BACK HERE...

(Once again “Antichrist superstar” echoes as the new Outlaw World Champion makes his way to the back being carried by the chants of the entire arena. Brown just stares and shakes his head, his eyes filled with rage. He knows he got his hands full. He shakes his head & walks back to the backstage area looking as pissed as ever...)

Scorpion: err, well, where was I... I guess it won't be vacated... BUT There will be a hell of a hardcore match. That will be called.. The Excellent Challange!... 4 contenders and one of them will be Reaper Ash since you took it from Brown who took it from me.. Prove to me that you deserve it bitch!

Scorpion: When it will be?..Don't know yet...But soon. Second agenda..Tonights matches. Since President Brown has yet seem to amaze me again with his boring ass matches..Time to pep it up. Tonig..

(Meet The Creeper Begins to play and Insomaniac emrges from the curtins. He comes out to a mixed reaction from the crowd and gets into the ring with a plot in his mind.)

Peter Roberts: DEAR GOD...

Insomaniac: Great to see an old friend back. Now I hear..

(Scorpion raises his hand)

Scorpion: Fred..Befor I forget...come here. Now, I don't like you nor do I appreciate you annoying me..thats one thing you NEVER do. Since your a descendent of President Brown..I'm gonna tell you a story. Well Once apon a time there was..

(Before he even finishes the sentence he superkicks Fred so hard that he flys over the top rope hitting the ground hard! Insomaniac carcks an eveil grin..)

Peter Roberts: OH MY GOD! Commish Scorpion just knocked Fred OUT! Good GOD!

Scorpion: That'll teach you damn peasants to respect your commish! You were saying Inso?

Insomaniac: Well I hear your having a tournament? And since I heard your looking for spots and you KNOW I BLEED FHW red and green til' I die. I was wondering can I get that spot?

Scorpion: Sure But...

(The Heat is on begins to play and John McCracken comes out to the ring.)

Peter Roberts: OH FOR THE LOVE OF GOD... C'mon...

John MC: Well, well well. If it isn't the dumbest wrestler to grace the rings of FHW, Insomaniac! Look, I've been striving for a chance at something like this and for you to come take it up as if you were gonna win anything is pretty inhumane! So I throw my name in the bunch as well..

Scorpion: Now Hold on just a minute..

(Suddenly All in the Family begins to play once again & Brown steps out with a mic, he tells them to cut the music instantly...)

President Brown: SCORPION.. Who are you to be making CHOICES HERE?! Insomniac? McCrakken, you are not worthy of the hardcore title.. No, but you will have a HARDCORE MATCH... a LADDER MATCH THIS upcoming PAY-PER-VIEW FOR THE LIGHTWEIGHT TITLE... You'de better put on one hell of a show... Carry on Scorpidiot.. I'm curious to see what you do next...

Scorpion: Listen up BROWN... One, you don't know me like that so back up out of my face. Two, Yes I do have the audacity to make the match, and you can't stop me. Three, I'm the commish..I do what I damn well Please! Finally, what the hell do you have to lose?

President Brown: your JOB...

Scorpion: Didn't read the fine print on that contract did you Brown... Now, back to buisiness...

President Brown: Buisiness? You'de better not fuck up tonight Scorpion, i'm not in the bloody mood...

Scorpion: Marcus Ash, Johnny Cocsure, Tumbler & PLAGUE will ALL be in the HARDCORE match...

President Brown: FOUR ROOKIES?! Are you BA...

Scorpion: ...the fine print Brown, the fine print...

(President Brown spikes the mic & walks out, soon to be followed by Scorpion... We fade to a commercial...)

 


Live from GM Place, March 25th

See Lee F'n Todd & Ducati go at it for the Infamous Title

See the vicious four-way between four newcomers, Ash, Cocsure, Tumbler, & Plague

Watch a tremendous Ladder Match between McCrakken & Insomniac

See hell freeze over as Lee F'n Todd & Stu Price face Searching for Skills

See Stu Price fight Lee F'n Todd for the IC title immediatly afterwards

Watch Avalanch put the Online on the line against former partner, Tempest

...See Flashback, Demon, & Archangel fight for World Glory in a...

GLASS HELL IN A CELL!

 

order today


Peter Roberts: ...good god folks, welcome back & What a night it's already started to become... Scorpion, Insomniac, McCrakken, Brown, Ash, they've all already introduced themselves & we haven't even had a damned match yet, but rest assured, we will; oh yes, we will. Hell is brewing & god only knows what can happen next here in the FHW, but rest assured, it's gonna be interesting... Fred, how you feeling?

Fred Estridge: (Missing a tooth) ..pffthbbbt, bawly fewt it.. (coughs blood)

Peter Roberts: By the love of god, what a night this is starting out as now... We now set you up for the first match of the evening, Malkavian & Lee F'n Todd will get in on for one hell of a brutal matchup...

(The lights in the arena go out and smoke fills the isle. 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 one half of the tag team champions.. HE IS LEE F'N TODD!" ...he rolls under the bottom rope and shoves the announcer, kicks him in the ribs, grabs him by the hair & flings him over the top-rope... The bell rings...)

(Splish Splash begins to play as Makavian steps out onto the entrance way, walking in an all flustered, confused but determined outlook... He steps out & points at Lee Todd through his tacky hawaiian t-shirt... He comes carrying a frozen fish by his side... "...and his opponent, hailing in from... err.. Under your Porch, he weighs in at 269lbs & stands at 6'3" ...He is newcomer, MALKAVIAN!!!" ...He slides into the ring with a large crowd response, mostly negative...)

Fred Estridge: Two Jobbers in a pod? And Scorpion is thinking about pushing these idiots?

Peter Roberts: I think that's pretty fair. Well anyway Lee Todd picks up Malkavain and tosses him into the turnbuckle and begins to stomp a mudhole into Malkavain and is walking it DRY! He Picks him up and ttrys to go for the standing clothesline and Yes..

Fred Estridge: NO! He didn't connect, Malkavain ducks and goes straight for the dropkick to the knee bringing Lee Todd To his knees in pain! About Time..

Peter Roberts: Yes, and now Malkavain takes advantage and picks Lee Todd up once again only to bring him down with a HARD DDT to the bottom ring post in the left corner..And Lee Todd gets up staggering

Fred Estridge: What a Pussy! One DDT and he's hurt? Wimp..

Peter Roberts: Uh, You've gotten your ass whuped enough...Lets not talk shall we? Anyway, Malkavain Picks up Lee Todd and throws him to the rope full speed, Malkavain bounces off the rop and goes for the clothesline and...YES!

Fred Estridge: No! He Missed!

Peter Roberts: Lee Todd Ducked..the run back to the rope..Lee Todd trying to capitalize the situation and goes for a clothes line of his and and..HE MISSED! He missed as well, Malkavain stops and goes for the neck breaker..NO! Lee Todd Reverses and YES! He jumps up and YES! Cross body sccisors drogon Sleeper applied!

Fred Estridge: Wow. Pretty Impresive.. NOT! I could have done that with ease..

Peter Roberts: (Being very sarcastic) You sure could Fred.. Malkavain's face is turning red here, I think he's losing air.. But he somehow manages to get to the rope..But Tod isn't letting go and the ref begins the count..

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Peter Roberts: Finally he breaks the hold with an evil grin on his face. Now he rolls the dizzy Malkavain to the outside of the ring..he shortly follows. Now he..He's Getting a..Yes! He's Getting a Table!

Fred Estridge: Yes, Finally we get to see some blood!

Peter Roberts: Well, there it is..The table is set up and Lee Todd is waiting for the staggering Malkavain to come to and now the ref begins the count..Malkavain Turns around and there Lee Todd Goes! He Jumps off of the top rop and attemps a hurricaranna and...NO! Malkavain Catches him..He Catches him in MID AIR!


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Fred Estridge: Wait..He's singnaling for something...I Think it's..Yes! The Pilot Powerbomb! ..

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Peter Roberts: NO! Lee Todd stops the powerbomb with numerous punches to the head util he lets go and Now Lee Todd goes for the Flying Cross body drop But NO! Malkavain catches him again and YES! YES! Hangman's DDT RIGHT THROUGH THE TBALE! HEAD FIRST!

Fred Estridge: He is OUT! God, he head came crushing down into the ground following his and Malkavain's body wieght..Jesus Christ!

Peter Roberts: Now what is Malkavain doing? He climbs to the top rope..

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Fred Estridge: No.. He isn't....Todd Is already gushing from the head..

Peter Roberts: Malkavain Launches up and...YES! He Connects with a knee to his chest and Lee Todd in THRIVING in pain! Malkavain now begins to stomp away on Lee Todd and the ref begins to finish the count..

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Fred Estridge: There back in... I Thought the faggot was gonna get himself counted out..Now why is he wasting time?

Peter Roberts: Now Malkavain is circleing the beaten Lee Todd like a volture lurking it's prey. He picks Lee Up and ...Lee Todd EXPLODES with Lefts and rights! Left, Right, And another Right..NO! Malkavain stops him with a thunderous clothesline and picks him up..He tosses him to the rope and..Malkvaina goes for a spin wheel kick..NO!

Fred Estridge: Todd DUCKED!..NO! He hit the ref..

Peter Roberts: REVERSE DDT! Lee Tood REVERSE DDT on Malkavain..BuT the REF is OUT! Malkavain gets up stumbling..

Fred Estridge: I feel IT! I Feel it!

Peter Roberts: Malkavain goes for the standing clothesling weakly but misses...Todd Reacts! Todd Reacvt and ducks under and...YES! the Big "FUCK YOU!" Shades of the Rude awakening..Malkavin is OUT! He's OUT! But theres no Ref..

Fred Estridge: A Count to 40 can be made here..

Peter Roberts: Theres the ref...he gets up slowly and makes the pin

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Peter Roberts: He Kicked out! He kicked out! Lee Todd Is pissed! Lee Todd just grabbed a chair and walks over to the ref and picks him up..No, he wouldn't..

Fred Estridge: SMAAAAAASH! BWHAHAHAHAH! I Love It!

Peter Roberts: Todd Just beaned the Ref! He is Pissed..wait..Is..is that , It is..It's STU PRICE!! Todd Doesn't see him..Turn around! BAM! Metal pole to the head of Lee Tod! Now He's out.. and Stu Is Laughing at him..

Fred Estridge: Now wait a minute..Stu was just simply helping Todd...

Peter Roberts: My ASS!

Fred Estridge: Yeah..He was helping Todd lie on the ground ...BWHAHAHHAHAH!

Peter Roberts: Malkavain is getting back to his feet..

Peter Roberts: The two exchange looks...

Fred Estridge: DAMN! Stu should've beat his ass!..It's not over

Peter Roberts: Todd Now rolloing over the prone Malkavain..and the pin


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Peter Roberts: Wow! He has heart! I haven't seen this in a long time. What determnination, But Lee Todd Has had enough. Todd Picks up Malkavain and he takes him down with a gorilla press and climbs the top rope...He goes fir the 450 splash and ..YES! He connects and pins..

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Fred Estridge: Yes! His foot was on the rope..

Peter Roberts: Lee Tod Gets Up and Goes for the dropkick to Malkavain...NO! He moves and Todd Misses. He gets up and...SPEAR! Todd Just got speared! Malkavain is signaling that it is over..he waits for Todd to get up..

Fred Estridge: HA!

Peter Roberts: Malkavain goes for the grab but Tod Duck! He jumps up and..YES! Hurricaranna..

Fred Estridge: NO! THE F*CK YOU! THE F*CK YOU!

Peter Roberts: Pardon?

Fred Estridge: F*CK YOU! THE LEE TODD version of the RUDE AWAKENING! He drops Malk like a pack of bricks...

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Peter Roberts: ...Lee Todd will walk away the victor in this match, and what a damned fine match it was indeed.. Good god almighty, that was a helatious matchup between two blood-thursty competitor's... This is truly starting out to be a night to remember... Lee now slides out of the r... What in the hell?!

Fred Estridge: Malky's looking a 'tad upset as he grabs that frozen fish off of the side off the apron & slides out of the ring, running at Lee...

Peter Roberts: Lee turns around just in time to receive a fish to the forehead, knocking him flat unconscious.. Malk keeps running like a madman up the rampway as Lee Todd slowly begins to understand where he is... Good god, what a match & we still have 4 more to go tonight... The heat is building up backstage & god only knows what in the world can happen next... We bring you straight into more action with our next match of the evening.. Johnny Cocsure & Jonas Prophet are mixing it up in what should be an interesting debut for mr. Cocsure...

(YMCA hits the firkntron, and smoke clears out of the entrance way, we then see four large men carrying a plater out & Johnny Cocsure seems to be sitting on the top of it... Johnn hops off of the platter & tells the four men to leave with a single very odd looking flap of the hand.. He climbs into the ring to a shower of pink rose petals falling from the rafters above.. He then begins to start dancing the YMCA dance... "Ladies & Gentlemen, currently standing inside of the ring, making his in-ring debut, he hails in from Darlington, England.. He stands at 6'5" & weighs in at 265lbs.. He is... JOHNNY COCSURE!!" ..The crowd boos loudly as he finnishes the A of YMCA & he begins to wip his hand around as if to say, oh you...)

(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
doesnot 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 weighs in at 300lbs& stands at 6'6" ...He is a man of the lord, a holy man, he is The MINASTER OF PAIN... HE IS JONAS PROPHET!!!" ...He slowly walks into the ring... He then does a short prayer & the bell rings...)

Peter Roberts: This should be an interesting match to say the least... OH! Both men are not wasting anytime here tonight, there going right after each other! OH! Jonas delivers a few punches! Johnny returns!

Fred Estridge: God damnit! This isn't boxing! This is wrestling!

Peter Roberts: OH! Johny's got the quickness against Jonas it would seem... He knocks him to the side of the head, AGAIN! OH! He follows up with a knee to the midsection, Jonas hunches over his crotch, Johny turns around & knocks him down with aspinning heel kick! Good god! Did you see the height he got there?! What a move.. Jonas is down & Johny is going for the quick cover...

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Peter Roberts: Nope! Jonas kicks out after the two count..

Fred Estridge: Jonas is a sellout!

Peter Roberts: Well, the audience seems to be sticking with him, whether you like him or not Fred! Johny is now pulling the fallen Jonas up by the back of the head... He pushes him in the turnbuckle & lays in the boots to the thight, good god! Charlie Horse of epic preportion! Jonas bounces out of the corner, limping, Johny grabs his legs, trips him down & locks in atexas cloverleaf! This could be over already! NO! NO! Jonas is fighting... He's fighting it! He's pulling his way towards the ropes... He's almost there... can he?! YES! YES! Jonas grabs the ropes & the reff forces Johny to releasethe hold, but he doesn't until so the ref is forced to manualy break it up

Fred Estridge: Damnit! I want this match over.. These two both suck & can't wrestle. I wanna watch what I paid for.

Peter Roberts: You get paid to watch these matches actually Fred... By the hour...

Fred Estridge: Oh yeah! C'mon guys! Make this one last!

(Peter Roberts rolls his eyes to the camera..)

Peter Roberts: Jonas is now struggling to get back to his feet, OH! Johny continues to work on that lower right leg of Jonas! Nailing it with his heal! Again! Jonas get's back to his feet... OH! Johny chops him right accross the che... Jonas DID NOT LIKE THAT! He came back & knocked Johny whats his face flat out cold with a haymaker of unbelievable recognisation! Johny is out cold! Jonas is pulling him up now by the arms, locks in a full nelson & falls back with a full-nelson slam...He's still got him hooked, get's up... Another full nelson slam! Johny is struggling to get free, Jonas leaps to his feet...

Fred Estridge: Alright Chump! Show him who's boss! Bahaha!

Peter Roberts: I wouldn't make fun of him. Remember, he could beat your ass as well..

Fred Estridge: Please, I've witnessed enough of that in the past. So I'm gaurded by act of freedom of speech now.. If Jonas touches a hair on my chinny chin chin, I get his ass locked up for a yeary year year.

Peter Roberts: your such a tough man Fred.

(The crowd is going nuts & chanting "JONAS! JONAS! JONAS!")

Fred Estridge: Listen to these idiots! They don't realise that both these idiots are 100% pure jobber!

Peter Roberts: Well, jobber or not, he's picking Johny up again... OH! Bodyslams him down with quick impact & with even quickerre-action time he falls down onto his chest with an elbowdrop, then wraps around him & goes for a pin!

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Th... OH! Barely a two count! Jonas wastes no time & get's instantly to his feet, he's picking Manning back up... OH! He literallytosses him outside the ring!

Fred Estridge: OH! OH! OH! No man's land! NO MAN'S LAND! WOOO HOOOO! This is gonna get good!

Peter Roberts: Jonas now roll's out of the ring..........Johny uses the ring apron to pull himself up as Jonas grabs a metal chairfrom an audience member, Johny turns around, Jonas starts running! He swings that chair but Johny ducks it & pushes Jonas into the gaurdrail! Good god! Jonas's chest hits it hard & Jonas bounces back with harder impact.. Johny excellently lines up & nails him to the ground with a diving shoulder block from behind! Good god! Jonas landed right on his face! Right on that damned concrete ground! Fred Estridge: Is he bleeding!? Is he?!

Fred Estridge: HE IS!

Peter Roberts: Jonas is busted wide open!

Fred Estridge: YES!

Peter Roberts: OH! Johny, the controller of the match so far is now locking in another texas cloverleaf on Jonas, outside the ring! Johny can't win but he sure ashell can weaken the proned, busted wide open new comer.. Jonas is reaching for anything to break the hold but he finds nothing, Johny pulls back!

Fred Estridge: C'mon! Snap his legs like twigs! Like twigs god damnit!

Peter Roberts: Johny finally let's go & Jonas is clutching his right leg, man, does he look in pain! OH! Johny now grabs the Jonas's legs.. OH! Snaps 'em both with a wishbone! Good god!

Fred Estridge: Did he make a wish?

Peter Roberts: I dunno, but I wished I wasn't in Jonas's position right now... I guess it came true. ...Jonas is holding his crotch....OH! Now Johny has a chair... CRUNCH! Right against Jonas's leg there... OH! OH! Another! Good god almighty, Jonas looks like he's in a hell of alot of pain now... OH NO! Johny is placing the chair around Jonas's ankle... He'snow cli... what the?! He's standing up on the damned gaurdrail...

Fred Estridge: C'mon you loser! Lose your balance! That would be soooo funny!

Peter Roberts: OH! Johny storms down with a knee drop attempt onto that ankle of Jonas's but Jonas squirmed out of the way nota moment too soon! Johny lands on the chair, but nothing in-between his knee's & the chair, he crashes his knee's to the concrete! Ouch! Jonas is still holding his leg though, he look's seriously hurt... Johny is also having troubles standing up himself after that knee-drop..

Fred Estridge: Man, this is gonna be a lame match if it turns to knee-wrestling..

Peter Roberts: Yeah, i'm sure it's gonna resort to that... Jonas is using the gaurdrail to get back to his feet & The very hurt Johny is pulling himself up using the outside of the turnbuc... OH! Jonas grabs Johny from behind & forces his head to smackright into the backside of that damned turnbuckle! Johny bounces off, Jonas grabs him, spins him around & DDT's himhard onto the concrete below... Not much impact unfortunatly, Jonas's having too much troubles with his leg right now todo anything...

Fred Estridge: Jonas never could do anything anyways. I say cripple them both. Then we can let them out of there contracts & watch some actually entertaining matches..

Peter Roberts: Jonas is back to his feet but limping bad... OH! Johny grabs his foot from the ground, twists it around, tripping Jonas Prophet flat on his face & he's got him in a ankle-lock submission! Good god! He is REALLY wearing down Jonas's legshere tonight, perhaps a smart tactic?

Fred Estridge: Nah.

Peter Roberts: Uhhh, always good to hear your opinion Fred.. Jonas is screaming in agony as Johny finally releases the hold, Jonas is grabbing his calf, he may have pulled something, the crowd is really getting into this one, Johny is pulling Jonas to his feet.. He quickly grabs him around the neck & waist... He hoists him up for a brainbuster & drops him righton his damned head! That's the kind of brainbuster that leaves people paralysed!

Fred Estridge: Let's hope it has the same effect on Jonas! BWHAHAHAHA

Peter Roberts: Afraid not! Jonas is still moving!

Fred Estridge: : Well, I guess you have to actually a cerebral cortex to feel a brainbuster.. HAHAHA! I crack myself up.

Peter Roberts: Johny now throws Jonas into the ring & then rolls himself in... He quickly raises to his feet & pulls Jonas into the center of the ring... OH! OH! OH! He's locking on AN STF! He's locking on an STF! Youch! Man, he's pulling on Jonas's neck & legs HARD! Jonas's neck is turning beat red! He can't fight this! There's no escape! He's in the center of thering! He's still conscious though, the reff is asking him if he submits.. He's shaking his damned head! He's on a suicide
mission!

Fred Estridge: Just break his neck & get it over with.

Peter Roberts: Uh oh.. He may be out of it, the reff raises his arm once... it falls... twice.. it falls... three times.. it FALLS! IT FAL... NO, WAIT! His arms fly's back up, it's shaking rapidly!

(Suddenly, come out & Play by the Offspring begins to blast through the firkntron & Tumbler walks out to a chorus of boos with a hammer by his side...)

Peter Roberts: What in the hell is he doing here god dammit?! What in the HELL is he doing here? ...Cocsure is setting up FOR THE TAKEN ROUGHY FROM BEHIND! Good god!

Fred Estridge: I don't wanna see this...

Peter Roberts: Tumbler just pulled the reff's feet from under him & now walks around to where Jonas is screaming in pain...

Fred Estridge: I think it's more of a scream for his own sexuality.. That tazzmision move looks like it hurts, but it also looks kind of.. well, suggestive...

Peter Roberts: Tumbler steps between the ropes & enters in the ring & then cracks that hammer down onto Cocsures damned HAND.. Cocsure releases the Taken rougly & stands up, charging at Tumbler, OH! Tumbler swings that hammer like a BAT & cold clocks Cocsure! Try saying that three times fast, and now Jonas pulls the leg up as Tumbler slides out of the ring & walks away very confident, the reff is barely able to make the count...

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Fred Estridge: Damned Tumbler, ruining great pay...

Peter Roberts: Good god almighty, what another damned fine match as Jonas Prophet pulls off an upset here against Johnny Cocsure who we can't quite be too sure of... What a night it's been & apparently somethings going on backstage now...

(..Avalanch is walking around backstage through a hallway, we suddenly see Malkavian appear from behind him & run at him, smashing the ice cold fish he had earlier into the back of Avalanch's knee, knocking him down to one knee & now Malk cracks the fish overtop of his skull knocking him complety out.. He sticks the fish in Avalanch's mouth, gives a chuckle, a snear, a quick shake of the head & then walks away...)

Peter Roberts: DEAR GOD, that was absolutly UNCALLED FOR! C'mon NOW.. Get some security officials working here.. We can't keep having things like this happen every single damned EVENT! What is this?! Entertainment or WRESTLING?!

Fred Estridge: Both, I thought?

Peter Roberts: Quiet you! ....Folks, we don't know if Avalanch will be able to compete tonight now, but we'll try to keep you updated on his condition as it goes on throughout the night... However, for now... Now we bring you to our third match of the evening, the incredible matchup between John McCrakken & Tigerpro.. This should be a helatious matchup at it's best...

(The corporation theme song begins to play as tigerpro walks out. the crowd cheers as he walks down the isle wearing blue tights and yellow boots with yellow knee pads and wearing a mask that looks like a tiger. he jumps into the ring and walks around... Praying as the audience cheers for him.. "Ladies & Gentlemen, the following match is schedueled for one fall... Currently entering the ring at this time, weighing in at 258lbs & standing at 6'4" ..He hails in from Atlanta, Georgia.. He is... Newcomer to the FHW, TIGERPRO!!!" ...The crowd goes off as he stands steady awaiting his opponent...)

(The lights go out. Three blue pyros go off one after the other on the stage. "He's Got Game" by P.E. starts to play. The lights around the arena start to flash blue.
Abig eplosion is heard once more and there stands John McCraken. He struts to the ring, a grin on hsi face, a look of over confidence. He slides under the rope and goes to the top rope as the fans cheer
"...and his opponent, currently entering the ring hailing in from Death Valley, Nevada.. He weighs in at 6'2" & weighs in at 224lbs... He is JOHN MCCRAKKEN!!!" ...The fans roar there approval... The bell rings...)

Peter Roberts: Both men are ready to get underway and..

(Highway To Hell Plays)

Fred Estridge: Him..AGAIN!? Now what..

(Scorpion comes out to the crowd's pleasure but to Fred's discomfort)

Scorpion: Calm Down John McCracken and Tigerpro..I'm not here to start trouble. Although..Like I stated befor I was interupted by that little riot, There will be a change in matches. Like this one. Don't worry, Nothing out of the ordinary, well maybe.

Peter Roberts: It doesn't seems like McCracken is to pleased with this..

Scorpion: So your problably wondering what it is right? Of course you are! Since, FHW hasn't had one in a while, I think it's time to bring it back...The match will be a..CASKET Match! You know what, Lets make it more intresting..as some leeches or something in the mix...

Peter Roberts: Good GOD! That is very humane! And John McCracken is burning a hole through Scorpion with his eyes

Fred Estridge: My ass, I like the idea! Maybe the commish isn't such an ass..

Scorpion: Now, I don't like to be kept waiting boys. So you may begin and....Make me proud John...BWHAHAHAHAHAH!

(With That Scorpion walks away and the casket with leeches is brought down)

Peter Roberts: And Tigerpro waist no time as he goes for John...John spots him and ducks and begins tolay the "Hum-Dums" to Tigerpro's face HARD! John is very pissed at the idea..He now tosses Tigerpro to the rope and takes him down hard with an arm drag take down into submission!

Fred Estridge: Maybe we should piss off McCracken even more..Maybe he'll wrestler more like a winner and not a dumb ass Jobber!

Peter Roberts: Hahaha...He now picks Tiger pro up and goes for the scoop slam and..NO! Tigerpro stops it and drop kicks McCracken over the rope hard making him land witha vicous THUD! Tigerpro not wasting anytime as he goes to pick up the fallen McCracken...Leg sweep! McCracken takes Tigerpro off of his feet, get on top and begins to punch straight into Tiger's FACE!

Fred Estridge: He's hitting Tigerpro so hard...his head is bouncing off of the concrete! I Love it!

Peter Roberts: And The Ref begins the count...


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Fred Estridge: John now picking up Tiger pro and runs him face first into the ring post..DOING! Tiger staggers back and...YES! RELEASE GERMAN SUPLEX ON THE CONCRETE!

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Peter Roberts: TigerPro screaming in pain, as the aggresive McCracken goes to pick up the pieces...Now he begins to lay the boots to his chest HARD! Another, after another, after another! McCRacken is taking NO Prisoners..

Fred Estridge: Too Bad, he sucks!

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Peter Roberts: McCracken now tosses the hurt Tigerpro in the ring. He picks him up..SNAP german suplex in the middle of the ring. He climbs the top rope and is going for the jump, He FLYS!..Flying Knee drop and ..NO! He misses! He misses! TigerPro moves out the way and grabs McCracken's leg as he was coming down..and YES! Ankel LOCK SUBMISSION! Tiger is trying to take McCrackes's legs away from him..

Fred Estridge: Look at him..Quite pitiful if you ask me...And he still loks like a fake as Michael Jackson from the "Billie Jean" era..

Peter Roberts: Hahaha...McCrcaken Finally reaches the ropes. TigerPro is sigaling for them to open the casket on the other side of the ring now..He picks Johns legs up and smashes it into the ground hard! He climbs the top rop and CONNECTS! Flying leg drop off the top rop RIGHT ON Solar's Right knee! McCRacken is SCREAMING in pain..he's holding that right knee, I think he may need some medical assistance, that leg could be crushed!

Fred Estridge: TigerPro should break it! The idiot went through three gimmicks and they all sucked!

Peter Roberts: Shut UP! Tigerpro throws John to the rope and is ready to toss him ito the casket full of leeches..He's GONNA Back Body toss him intpo the casket! John is UP! It's OVER IT'S OVER!..NO! John Reverses and..REVERSE DDT! what a desperation move..

Fred Estridge: Eww...Loke at those leeches Yuck! I Love the idea! HAHAHA

Peter Roberts: Both men now staggering back but not for long, John McCracken reacts and runs and ..BAM! FLYING CLOTHESLINE! Tigerpro goes tumbling into the turnbuckle..John Now capitalizing and setting him up on the top rope...NO! Tiger pro reverseses and sit John oon the top rope..Bothmen are standing on the tope rope...

Fred Estridge: No man's Land! NO MANS LAND! I SMELL BLOOD!

Peter Roberts: Tigerpro going for the belly to belly of the topr rope...NO! McCracken won't allow it and..HE REVERSES! He REVERSES! They going flying off the tope rope and..CRASH! Right THROUGH THE DAMN SPANISH ANNOUNCERS TABLE! BELLY TO BELLY TO THE OUTSIDE OF THE RING! What tenacity by McCracken!

Fred Estridge: BWHAHAHA..Listen to those spanish dweebs!

CorteZ: AY! AY!..SPEEDY Freakin' GONZOLEZ!

Fred Estridge: HAHAHAHAHAHA!

Peter Roberts: Both men are OUT COLD! There is no movement what so ever here..and the ref begins to count..

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Peter Roberts: Both Men finally getting to thier feet but very slowly. Now McCracken throws TigerPro in the rin and takes breather, I don't blame him!

Fred Estridge: What a wuss! Get the Fuck UP and finish it off!

Peter Roberts: HEY! Watch the language..McCracken throws Tigerpro to the rope to knock him into the casket and McCracken follows behind..Wait..MOONSUALT! Moonsualt off the second rope!..He flips over Over mcCracken..DROP KICK! McCracken goes flying over the rope and ibto the casket....NO! He holds on! TigerPro Think he has won..

Fred Estridge: Turn around you putz!

Peter Roberts: He turns around and ..THE HEAT! HE's FINSIHED! McCracken, just applied the Heat and Tiger pro..He's out! McCracken can't even stand right hes so hurt..NO! Can't be..Tiger claw is getting right back up..

Fred Estridge: Well, I never seen that befor. But of course you still have to understand the fact that McCracken..SUCKS!

Peter Roberts: Shut..Tiger Claw staggering back to his feet and John McCracken is in complete awe! Both men rush each other...John goes for the clothesline..NO! TigerPro Grabs him..DVD! DVD! McCracken's head bounces off the matt hard..but Tiger pro is down to..and the ref begins to count..

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(Highway to Hell hits...)

Peter Roberts: What the hell? Here comes Scorpion with a chair in hand! I guess he's had enough of John McCracken!

Fred Estridge: John senses it to..and he's waiting for Scorpion!

Peter Roberts: The commish slides in the ring....McCracken and Scorpion are staring a hole through each other! Now Scorpion turns his attention to the casket and back to McCracken.. He's gonna swing!

Fred Estridge: HIT HIM!

Peter Roberts: TigerPro getting back to his feet not noticing what in front of him..Scorpion swing..NO! SMASH! ...........He just CLOCKED TIGERPRO! Tiger PRO is BUSTED WIDE OPEN! Why TigerPro?

Fred Estridge: HUH?

Peter Roberts: Everyone is in awe as Scorpion walks away smiling...even McCracken is in awe..My GOD what a turn of events! The commish is abusing his power to the fullest here tonight!

Fred Estridge: McCrakken has no idea what the hell Scorpion just did, but he takes the advantage & drops Tigerclaw into the casket & closes the lid...

Peter Roberts: GOOD GOD, the LEECHES! THE LEECHES.. Tigerpro busts through it screaming up the rampway as McCrakken stands boldly as the winner of this casket match.. Man, Scorpions going a little too far tonight if you ask me... what in hells words else could possibly happen toni... Spoke too soon...

(We fade backstage where we see Plague in his locker room with a doctor analyising his wounds that he received from Tumbler last week...)

Peter Roberts: There's Plague after that brutal assault by Tumbler last week... Getting checked up on before his m... TUMBLER JUST ENTERED THE DAMNED ROOM! He pushes the doctor away & grabs the leg & FALLS BACK! FIGURE FOUR LEGLOCK! FIGURE FOUR LEGLOCK! He's bloody insane! He's bloody insane for GODS SAKE...

Fred Estridge: Insanity & Genius are not far off...

Peter Roberts: He's not letting go, the doctors trying to pull him off but Tumbler won't let go... He's really got it locked in tight & Plague is screaming in agony & now two security gaurds have busted into the room, and finally with force they manage to pry Tumbler off of Plague, man oh man.. I think the damage has already been done..

(We fade back to ringside...)

Peter Roberts: God only knows if Plague will even wrestle now.. I don't think he can even walk... He's one hell of a strong bastard though I tell you & I won't be surprised... This night is turning out to be a night to remember.. Scorpion's power tripping around every corner, the FHW: Forever lineup has been announced, it's hell in a handbasket here tonight & we now bring you the next match but we can't gurantee it will happen, what with Plague just being assaulted...

(The arena dims as "Unforgiven" by Apocalyptica slowly makes it's way into the arena's speakers. Green and gray strobe lights flash over the crowd and end up on the entrance ramp, the crowd begins to draw their jacket collars tighter, some even begin to shiver as the temperature begins to drop slightly. the jumbo-tron lights up. showing Drake Raynor devastating opponents with the Ending Note or Exiled Dreams/Snake-Bite combo and splashing in images of the "Hanging Fate" dragon sleeper/suplex occasionaly. Finally, all of this is engulfed in blue, digital flames. Then slowly, the disturbing face of Drake fades onto the jumbo-tron. And hazily in front of it you see; not a hero; not a savior; not a prophet; not an icon; His blue eyes burning with emotion, with rage, controlled rage.. and his scar, standing out like a beacon, a warning to all who approach. The curtains part as Drake walks down to the ring confidently, calmly, a trained and controlled killer. He then climbs into the ring slowly, showing no emotion to anything. A death trance is locked on his opponent, slow controlled breaths emanate from Drake's body... "Ladies & Gentlemen, the following match is schedueled for one fall, currently standing inside of the ring returning to the FHW ring, he hails in from parts unknown. He weighs in at 242lbs & stands at 6'3" 1/2.. He is... DRAKE RAYNOR!!!" The crowd goes more nuts, more nuts than anything you've seen in your life as the lights slowly fade back on...)

(Suddenly My Generation by Limp Bizkit begins to pound out of the speakers. The crowd stand ready for applaud but nobody steps out... Drake looks on, anticipating the arrival... My Generation starts over & we stare repeatedly once again... But nothing... "Ladies & Gentelmen, due to a no-show... Drake Raynor will WIN BY DISQUALIFICAT..." Suddenly, Plague steps out to another huge obvation & runs towards the ring with a very bad limp, and then dives in slowly... The bell rings...)

Peter Roberts: ...and this ONE WILL HAPPEN! Good god, what a fighter Plague IS! ..He stands face to face with Raynor.. Plague has the weight advantage but Drake has the height.. This is one hell of an even matched match except Plague has a badly injured leg... They are standing face to face, exchanging words.. OH! Plague gives him a shove & Raynor gives him a shove right back, Plague once again shoves at Raynor & once again, Raynor strikes back, this time with alot of pressure behind it...

Fred Estridge: Wow, it's a pussy fight!

Peter Roberts: ..Plague's having trouble balancing on that injured leg of his but he gives Raynor a palm strike across the chest, Raynor backs off a little bit & then runs in, spiking down on Plague's knee with a kick to it... Plague falls to one knee & Raynor gives him a quick soccer kick right up the chin.. Plague falls back & Raynor throws himself against the ropes.. He runs back & tries to drop an elbow, but no... Plague rolls out of the way just in the knick of time & Drake lands on his elbow...

Fred Estridge: ...man, that was just... vicious!

Peter Roberts: ...Plague lifts himself up to his feet slowly, barely able to walk on that damaged knee of his.. Drake Raynor is up at the exact same time & throws a wild left hook catching Plague off gaurd & sending him back against the turnbuckle.. Plague steps out from the turnbuckle & Raynor grabs him by the arm & whips him into the opposing corner but Plague comes flying out of it on one leg & tackles Raynor down with a quick clothesline that sends him spinning head over heals... Good god, what a thunderous clothesline there...

Fred Estridge: I think I just saw Raynor's upper jaw dislocate...

Peter Roberts: Plague backs off a second, trying desperatly to recouperate on that knee.. He turns back toward Raynor & lifts him up by the arm.. OH! Raynor grabs Plagues arm, twists it around & snaps it down HARD.. Plague desperatly limps around, and another snap on part of Drake... Plague tries to pull out of it but before he can Raynor grabs him by that same arm, hooks it & drags it over his own body with an armdrag takedown, he takes Plague down into a sitdown position & then causes him to fall with a big double boot to the back...

Fred Estridge: Is the human spine supposed to make that popping sound?

Peter Roberts: ...raynor is now pulling Plague right back up, by the hair this time.. He pulls him up quickly & walks over by the turnbuckle with him, he snaps his head back & then drives it forw... NO! Plague reverses it & slams Raynors head into the turnbuckle, TWICE... Raynor's head bounces back & he stumbles backward, Plague turns around to greet him by grabbing him around the waist & dropping him with a damned GERMAN SUPLEX! Good god almigh.. Wait, he's still got him by the waist & he's heaving him up yet again... A SECOND GERMAN SUPLEX! Good god, he drops Raynor right on his own damned neck...

Fred Estridge: Thats funny, did you see the look on Raynor's face? Priceless.

Peter Roberts: ...Plague now gives him a quick stomping, and then retains to trying to stand up.. It looks as though he's barely even able to walk right now, but somehow he's pulling these moves off, left, right & center... He limps away from the ropes & grabs Raynor by the hair & slowly begins to lift him up to his feet... He whips him against the ropes... Raynor comes back & ducks a hiptoss attempt by Plague... Raynor hits the opposing roeps with a springboard & dives into Plagues spine with a damned springboard shoulder block & that rips Plague down to the canvas!

Fred Estridge: Not bad for entertainment, considering they haven't left the ring...

Peter Roberts: Plague's slowly trying to get back up, but before he gets the chance, Raynor grabs his bad leg & gives a huge kick to his inner-thigh... Plague pulls his leg in tight & holds it with all his might.. Raynor lifts that leg up again, and another kick to the thigh...

Fred Estridge: The charlie horse from hell...

Peter Roberts: ...Raynor now grabs Plague around the throat & underlocks his arm in-between his legs & HE'S GOT HIM IN A CRIPPLER CROSSFACE! GOOD GOD! GOOD GOD! Plague's hand is inching toward the canvas, but he's not giving in! He's not giving in god dammit! ...Plague's reaching out & YES! He manages to reach far enough to grab the ropes, but man, he's got to be in a hell of alot of pain...

Fred Estridge: Wha? You think... ? Golly.

Peter Roberts: Raynor lets go of the hold & Plague grabs hold of his throat, while using his other arm to show favorism to his knee.. He's in a hell of alot of pain here... Raynor points up toward the top of the turnbuckle.. The crowd RESPONDS Bigtime... Raynor hops up onto the turnbuckle, raises his hands in the air... HE FLY'S OFF!!! Look at the HEIGHT! ...Here he comes... 450 SPL... 450 SPLASH ONTO THE DAMNED KNEE'S OF PLAGUE & now the tide has been turned! Good god almighty, that had to of hurt... Raynor rolls off of Plague & is clutching his stomach... Plague rolls over with one-arm for the pin...

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Fred Estridge: Awww c'mon reff, that was a deffinate three count!

Peter Roberts: Yeah, right Fred... Plague rolls off of Raynor now & backs himself against the turnbuckle, reaching up & then pulling himself up using his arms.. His leg looks seriously hurt & I think it was a mistake to get involved in this match.. He's climbing to the second-rope now & points down toward Raynor who's starting to get up... Raynor sta... GOOD GOD! Missile dropkick right across the side of Drake Raynor's face, dropping him back down to the canvas & Plague falls down as well gripping his leg in his hands, he rolls over for another pin attempt on Drake Raynor...

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Fred Estridge: Lucky bastard!

Peter Roberts: Good god, Raynor & Plague both still have fight left in them! Plague's slowly using the ropes now to balance himself back up, he uses them for leverage as he gets back to his feet.. He stumbles over to Raynor & lifts him up by the hair.. OH! Raynor hops up with a knee right into Plague's jaw on the way up sending Plague shocked backward against the ropes.. Plague comes back & Raynor sets him up with a DRAGONSCREW! Good god, he drops Plague using his own bad knee against him & now Drake locks in an ankle lock submission, but before he gets it cinched in too well, Plague reaches for the ropes...

Fred Estridge: That would have been it right there...

Peter Roberts: Raynor lets go of the hold & backs away from the reff... Raynor now steps through the ropes & to the concrete on the outside, he's grabbing a chair from the time keeper now.. He grabs the chair, walks back toward the ring & slides it in... FHW rules say that this is completly legal...

Fred Estridge: Gotta love those kind of rules...

Peter Roberts: Raynor now rolls back into the ring, steps up & walks over by Plague who's being checked up on by the reff.. Raynor pulls the reff away slightly & pulls Plague up to his feet, he pushes him against the ropes & then pulls the ropes over his arms & ties him in.. Plague struggles to get free as Raynor turns around & grabs that steel chair... Plague's desperatly trying to free himself...

Fred Estridge: This looks somewhat promising...

Peter Roberts: ...Raynor now sits that chair up about 4 feet in front of where Plague's still trying to free himself.. One of his legs looks as though it's kind of... well, loose... but who knows... Raynor now backs off into the opposing corner, waits for a second & CHARGES FULL STEAM... He runs & leaps onto the chair, spins off of it with a flying side leg lariat right across Plague's FACE! Plague's body fly's backward right over the damned ROPES & he snaps hard down to the concrete on the outside... Raynor backs off, throws himself against the ropes again & leaps up on that chair thats still standing.. He leaps up off of it OVER THE ROPES & SWANTON BOMB onto Plague's BACK! Good god, GOOD GOD!

Fred Estridge: Ok, that was cool...

Peter Roberts: I've never seen anything like it...Raynor rolls right off of Plague & he's instantly back up to his feet & the crowd is 100% behind him.. He's pulling Plague up & slides him back into the ring once again... Drake slides into the ring now & pushes off of the canvas & instantly gets back to his feet... He pulls Plague up & whips him into the ropes once more.. Plague comes ba... GOOD GOD ALMIGHTY! SUPERKICK TO THE THROAT! SUPERKICK TO THE THROAT & that lays Plague flat out cold...

Fred Estridge: Hope he had insurance for that adoms apple...

Peter Roberts: ..That's a move that Drake likes to call the Ending Note & it's a great term for it & now Raynors locking Plague up into the SNAKE BITE! GOOD GOD! The scorpion deathlock type move has been applied, Drake's version of it that is.. the SNAKEBITE! It's in the middle of the ring & Plague is screaming in agony.. He's desperatly trying to escape the hold but nothing doing.. Plague's tapping! PLAGUE IS TAPPING! Drake Raynor will walk away as the victor in this match, and what a damned match it was... Good god almighty folks, what a night this is turning out to be once again..

Fred Estridge: ...only in FHW baby...

Peter Roberts: By god, what a night & we still have the helatious main event to get through yet...

(...We look up at the firkntron to see an image of Stu Price walking through a hallway backstage.. The lights are beginning to flicker & spark... Stu looks up & shakes his head at the damned electricians of the FHW.. He continues walking, with the lights still strobing we see the quick flashes of a man aproaching Stu from behind, with the lightwork, it's as if it's in slow motion, we see the camera panning around & we see the recognisable face of Archangel grabbing Price.. He whispers the words...)

Archangel: ...the legacy goes on...

(Stu turns around only to receive the blunt end of a Crucifix Powerbomb known as the Last Rights & Stu's dropped right on his head... The lights flash on quickly, Archangel's no where to be seen but Stu lays unconscious on the ground with a black rose on top of his chest...)

Peter Roberts: BY GOD, what in the HELL just happened, The Legacy goes on, what did that mean?! Archangels a loner now, there is no legacy! Crusader is GONE! Archangel has bloody LOST IT! He's BLOODY LOST IT for GODS SAKE... This is NOT RIGHT, he just attacked Stu Price & for what?! FOR WHAT DAMMIT! Good god folks, we don't wanna hesitate to bring you the last match of tonight... This ones going to be one hell of a speculated matchup & a teamup... But first, these commercial messages...

 



Peter Roberts: errrr, I think we need a new advertisment team... Well folks, we don't want to waste anymore of your team as we now prepare for the main event of the evening.. This ones gonna be one hell of a match...

(...The lights go dim and Unforgiven II begins over the PA system. The crowd jumps to their feet in anticipation. As the music reaches its climactic tones, Archangel
and Gabriel push the curtain aside and step out into the arena. They stand atop the ramp momentarily and look around at the thousands of cheering fans. A video of
Archangel's greatest matches and title belts plays on the Firk'n Tron as he and Gabriel slowly walk to the ring. …
"Ladies & Gentlemen, currently entering the ring,
the former IC Champion, the former WORLD champion, the former EVERYING champion, weighing in at 285lbs and standing at 6’7”, from Paradise, PA,
ARCHANGEL!!!"
Archangel makes his way into the ring, followed closely by Gabriel. Upon entering the ring, Archangel stands on the top turnbuckle, and stands
there, his head thrown back and his arms outstreached. He then jumps backwards into the ring, takes off his signature black trenchcoat and hands that to Gabriel
who sits it neatly onto a chair beside Peter Roberts...)


(The arena darkens and multi colored lasers begin flashing all around. "Final Destination" by NiN begins to sound throughout the arena and in the center of the ring
the name FLASHBACK appears in green lights.
"...and his partner this evening, hailing in from Montreal, Canada... He weighs in at 245lbs & stands at 6'4"... He is the FHW WORLD CHAMPION.. HE IS FLASHBACK!!!" ...He comes out dressed in black and green comes walking down the ring to a huge reaction from the crowd... They stand side-by-side & await the opponents...)

(Meet the Creeper begins to slowly start as Demon alongside of Avalanch step out from under the curtain in a very cryptic manner... They enter down the rampway slowly & stare toward the ring, blue & white pyro's flash, Demon raises his arms to the side & slowly the duo make there way to the ring... "...and there opponents, Currently Coming to the ring, weighing in at a total combined weight of 630lbs... They are part of a very powerfull stable known as the Lost Souls, They are both HARDCORE LEGENDS.... THEY ARE THE LOST SOULS!" ...The crowd roars in aproval & the bell rings...)

Peter Roberts: GOOD GOD, all four men have just broken out into an all out brawl! Fists are flying in every which direction! Flashback & Demon are going at in on one side of the ring as Archangel & Avalanch dig into each other on the opposing side & all four are firing fists in like mad men.. OH! Demon knee's Flashback in the groin & then smacks the back of his head on the turnbuckle.. He gives him another giant knee, knocking the wind right out of him... Avalanch is choking Archangel in the opposing corner with a boot to the throat...

Fred Estridge: Pretty flexible for a big man...

Peter Roberts: ...'Lanch finally lets go & looks back at Demon who's got Flashback at the ready... 'Lanch nods, grabs Archangel & whips him into the center of the ring at the same time that Demon launches Flashback... Good god, Flashback rolls around Archangel, Archangel SPLASHES Demon in the corner & Flashback spears 'Lanch against the damned TURNBUCKLE! Good god, what moves... Flashback backs away from 'Lanch & Archangel grinds Demons face against the ropes...

Fred Estridge: I can't believe Flashback & Archangel haven't ripped each others heads off yet.. I didn't think they would be able to co-exhist..

Peter Roberts: OH! 'Lanch rips into Flashback with a huge fist right across the nose.. Flashback stumbles back a little stunned.. 'Lanch quickly grabs him, and whips him right into the back of Archangel, sending both men crashing to the canvas.. Demon now grabs Flashback by the chin & pulls his face up & begins hammering in with thunderous fists.. Avalanch walks over slowly.. He steps over by Archangel & begins to pick him up by the hair.. OH! He gives him a knee to the face, followed by another, another, ANOTHER! god dammit.. He brings Archangel the rest of the way up & whips him into the ropes...

Fred Estridge: This is gonna be a messy one...

Peter Roberts: Archangel hits the ropes with max momentum & gets fired into a single arm slam, he swings Archangels carcus around & then breaks him down with a rock bottom time maneuver.. Archangel hits HARD but it doesn't look as though it even phased him... Demon's pulling Flashback up quickly, SNAP POWERBOMB against the turnbuckle! He cracks Flashbacks back hard against it & now Avalanch is lifting Archangel up to his feet once again.. He whips him around into the corner.. Archangel hits with extreme pain & stumbles out.. Avalanch runs in for a SPEAR but the FHW phenom dives out of the way & the only thing 'Lanch manages to hit is his shoulder on the turnbuckle!

Fred Estridge: There's one way to dislocate your shoulder...

Peter Roberts: ...Demon rolls Flashback outside of the ring now & then steps over the ropes & follows him as Archangel grabs the stunned body of Avalanch & whips him into the corner once again, only a foot away & Avalanch goes in chest first with his own momentum used against him... Archangel grabs him from behind, and drops him with a belly to belly suplex! Good god, that's a big man he just did that to! He drops 'Lanch like a damned rag doll & now Demon rams Flashbacks head into the side of the apron..

Fred Estridge: The match has barely begun yet & Flashbacks already busted open.. Some champ...

Peter Roberts: Demon now grabs Flashback, turns him around & snaps him into the gaurdrail.. Flashback hits but runs out with a surge of Adrenaline! He chases at Demon but only to get cutoff by a boot right across the damned head, blasting him instantly back down to the concrete slab below him.. Archangel now has Avalanch back up once again.. OH! He brings his arm in & snaps him down with a shoulderblock.. He does it again, he goes for a third time, but this time 'Lanch grabs him by the back of the head, sets up & falls back with a russian legsweep & that broke down Archy's momentum...

Fred Estridge: Doesn't take much...

Peter Roberts: Avalanch now stands back up & goes into the corner, hunched over.. Looks as though he's trying to catch his breath, meanwhile, on the outside of the ring, Demon just threw Flashback shoulder first into the steel steps, Demon now backs away & RUNS IN to the unconscious laying body of Flas... NEVERMIND! Flashy quickly grabs the steel steps & throws them FORWARD into Demons head as he was running in.. Demon falls back, nailing his head against the gaurdrail.

Fred Estridge: Avalanch looks like he's winded.. Too much FAT...

Peter Roberts: Demon's busted with a huge gash on his forehead, but he stands up?! This guy is truly insane.. 'Lanch is now pulling the FHW phenom back up to his feet, he grabs him by the throat & heaves him up onto the top-turnbuckle! GOOD GOD, what RAW POWER by Avalanch... 'Lanch is now climbing to the second turnbuckle & lifting Archangel up onto his back, he sets up & FALLS OFF THE TURNBUCKLE WITH A DEATH VALLEY DRIVER!!!

Fred Estridge: That's it, call the match, Archangels dead.

Peter Roberts: ...This is incredible.. Avalanch hooks the leg of the Angel & goes for the pin...

on...

Fred Estridge: HOLY F*CKING SH*T, how in the HELL did he kickout that FAST?!

Peter Roberts: I don't know but Avalanch looks like he's in shock as he backs off & Archangel simply sits up off of the ground & stands to his feet with a SMILE ON HIS FACE?! He's shaking his head now & what the hell.. Gabriel just nailed 'Lanch in the back from the apron with his damned CANE & he broke it across 'Lanches BACK... 'Lanch falls forward into the hands of Archangel who's got him from behind... GOOD GOD! Reverse DDT! Reverse DDT...

Fred Estridge: Avalanch looks like he's having a bad day...

Peter Roberts: Speak for yourself, look at Flashback with those steel steps, he runs at the now standing Demon & decapitates him by clotheslining him with those damned STEPS & Demon falls backward to a sitting position on the ground.. Flashback tosses the steps aside & backs off... He dares Demon to get back to his feet.. Demon does so, busted & all, i'm surprised this guy can even move..

Fred Estridge: ...so am I, he's one of the fattest in our sport...

Peter Roberts: Demon is BACK UP & Flashback's running at him.. Flashy leaps up onto the steel steps just as Demon GRABS th ledge of the steps & PULLS it from under flashback, sending Flashback falling back, hitting his head right on the damned concrete & now Demon tosses the steps aside & reaches down on Flashback with both hands & HEAVES HIM UP WITH BOTH HANDS ON HIS DAMNED THROAT! He's got Flashback about 3 inches in the air with that chokelift...

Fred Estridge: Woah, lookout!

Peter Roberts: Archangel just did a DAMNED SUICIDE DIVE THROUGH THE ROPES & smacks into Demon from behind, knocking him forward, forcing him to release the hold of Flashback & now Avalanch steps over the top-rope & leaps down to the concrete floor.. He's going underneath the ring for something now.. Archangel is pulling Demon back up, he spins Demon aro.. OH! Demon with a knee to the crotch... Archangel backs off & Demon quickly spears him down, avalanch just pulled out a table from underneath of the ring...

Fred Estridge: SWEET!

Peter Roberts: ...Lanch runs from behind Flashback & clotheslines him from behind with that damned TABLE! Good god almighty... Demon's pulling Archangel up now.. He grabs him from the legs & FALLS BACK while Avalanch does a neckbreaker simultaneously & WHATS MORE! THEY DID IT THROUH THE DAMNED TABLE! GOD DAMMIT, C'MON! C'mon GOD DAMMIT!

Fred Estridge: That was cool...

Peter Roberts: ...Flashbacks slowly getting back to his feet from behind the Lost Souls who are now laying in the boots on Archangel... Flashbacks handed something from an audience member.. It looks like.. NO! NO! PEPPER SPRAY! GOOD GOD, NO! ...Flashback runs at Avalanch, taps him on the shoulder, 'Lanch turns around & Flashback quickly sprays the pepper into his eyes, immediatly 'Lanch starts screaming, Demon turns & goes at Flashback but Flashback CRACKS THE PEPPER PIPE OVER HIS HEAD! Smashing it all over the place & good god, Flashback is holding his own hand in agony after that one, but the job was done, he knocked Demon unconscious.. Avalanch doesn't even look as though he knows where he's going.. He's reaching out & GRABS THE RING BELL!

Fred Estridge: Suddenly things are getting more interes... DAMMIT, Flashback spoils it!

Peter Roberts: Flashback runs in & takes Avalanch down with a quick DDT... Flashback rolls off of him & picks up the ring bell.. Archangel is beginning to stir once again now... He's still between the two sides of that broken table... He's sitting up & using the gaurdrail to get back to his feet... Flashback slides that ring bell into the ring, and then slides Avalanch into the ring.. He quickly gets up onto the apron & executes a from-apron springboard legdrop on Avalanch, across the damned neck... Flashback rolls off & leaps to his feet.. Demon's starting to use the gaurdrail to get to his feet now...

Fred Estridge: Silly bastard should stay down...

Peter Roberts: Good god almighty.. Archangel is STANDING, I don't know how in the hell he's doing it, but HE IS... Demon charges at Archy but Archy ducks, lifts Demon up & drills him down with a samoan drop! Good god almighty, now Archangels heaving Demon up & on the inside of the ring Avalanch has Flashback up... NO! NO! NO! THE CHOKEBOMB! THE CHOKEBOMB! He drops Flashback straight down no his SPINE GOD DAMMIT.. Archangel just did the LAST RIGHTS onto the spannish announcers TABLE! that gutwrench POWERBOMB just sent the HUGE Demon right through the damned table & Flashba.. GOOD GOD! Avalanch drops the chokebomb on him all right, he drops him right on the DAMNED RING BELL! BACK FIRST! BACK FIRST! Flashbacks a gonner & Avalanch pins him by the throat...

Fred Estridge: That wasn't very nice...

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(The lights go out & then flash on to see Tempest delivering the Flat Liner on Avalanch... Tempest smiles as Flashback turns around & places his arm over Avalanch for the pin...)

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Peter Roberts: HOW IN THE HELL?! AVALANCH KICKED OUT! AVALANCH KICKED OUT... Good god almighty & now Archangel is WALKING AWAY FROM RINGSIDE with Gabriel by his side... Where in the HELL is he going? The match isn't over! Tempest quickly grabs Avalanch & CHOKELSAM! CHOKESLAM... Demon's back into the ring & SPEARS flashback against the corner & now Archangel turns his head around... He shakes his head & continues walking up the rampway & doesn't look back...

Fred Estridge: What's that ticking?

Peter Roberts: OH crap...

(The four turnbuckles blast out in four directions.. The ring falls apart & burts into flames..)

Peter Roberts: THE RING JUST EXPLODED & Archangel stands with his arms in the DAMNED AIR! GOOD GOD! GOOD GOD! GOOD GOD... What in the HELL?! Black ROSE PEDALS ARE FALLING FROM THE CEILING, where the hell is this coming from god dammit?! This match is a NO-CONTEST! Tempest, Avalanch, Demon, Flashback, there all knocked unconscious & almost being set on fire... The medical & security units are coming down to ringside & Archangel simply walks out?! what in the HELL IS GOING ON! GOOD GOD FOLKS, wait until NEXT WEEK! NEXT WEEK DAMMIT, what a NIGHT!

(We fade to black.)

 

 

Writing Credits

Commish Scorpion -- Malkravian vs Lee F'n Todd, Johnny Cocsure vs Jonas Prophet, & Tigerpro vs John McCrakken

President Brown -- Drake Raynor vs Plague, & Archangel, Flashback vs Avalanch, Demon