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The sounds of Disturbed's cover of
Tears for Fears Shout sounds over the firkntron... Our
televisions glow with the ora from the set. We watch with our
eyes at full focus adjusting to the very screen that we have come
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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...
-- Flashback is Champ? First sign of the apocalypse --
Peter Roberts: Good god folks, listen to this capacity crowd here in New Orleans on the FHW Forever Countdown TOUR.. It begins tonight! ...and what a tour it's gonna be, we're just fresh off from Last Man Standing & the next PPV is just around the damned corner, and it's going to be hard to top the last Man Standing.. Things are really heating up & this UK crew has brought alot of FHW wrestlers to there knee's!
Fred Estridge: ...Of course there's some wrestlers that they don't have to bring to there knee's... Namely John McCra...
Peter Roberts: FRED! ...Anyways folks, alot of changes are coming to FHW! We have a dedicated homepage as you know & President Brown is fooling with a new format & a new logo set... Not to mention the new Tuesday Night Terror card! It was an unbelievable DEBUT CARD & a well brought-out card as well, it was a gore fest & those two commentator's... Well, they uhmm... they commentated... What else?! FHW's getting a RANKINGS PAGE! It will have the top 3 contenders for every single title.. Not only that but a scheduel for FHW TOURS... Firk'n Hardcore Wrestling is going mainstream here folks & everyone's going to be a PART OF IT! ...There's a whole hell of alot of bullshit going on!
Fred Estridge: It's GREAT!
Peter Roberts: ...with the re-arrival of Drake Raynor, the debut of Pennance, the return of Ash, blood is thing & it's boiling up in the air for all to see! We have no idea what else could happen in the next upcoming weeks but god knows it's going to be a bloodbath of epic traditional FHW style! Brown announced a couple things at a press confrence.. He comfirmed Bancokk rules III.. He also stated that FHW's been lacking something as of late.. Mainly he intends to bring the HARDCORE style back to wrestling bigtime! Look for some violent matches at FHW's next PPV: Forever... NOT ONLY THAT bu...
(Suddenly "What if God was One of us" ...begins to sound over the firkntron... The crowds in awe, we haven't heard this in a LONG time... Suddenly, we hear a record scratch & then a heavy scottish accent saying "WAIT A DAMNED MINUTE! God is one of us! GOD IS ME!" ...Suddenly the music changes over to Pretty Fly for a White Guy by the Offspring & The Firk'n Scot, Scot Lamont steps out to a huge obvation of boos & insults...)
Scot Lamont: [gasp] You remember me?! Well, you should, I am afterall the holy godly mother of everything that you have come to know as better than you.
(The crowd roars in boos & starts throwing trash as the Scot smiles ignorantly on top of the rampway... He stares out with the mic & then continues...)
Peter Roberts: For the love of god, somebody shut him up...
Scot Lamont: ...Well my little plebian schmuck fucks.. First let me state off that there will be NO-MORE USE OF THE WORD PLEBIAN unless otherwise permitted by his holyness's HAND... I'm tired of seeing all these marks try to do a sad piss poor job of immitating me! There is nobody in this world that could dare even have the same accent as ME, let alone immitate ME.
Peter Roberts: What about the couple million people in Scotl...
Fred Estridge: HUSH! God speaks...
Scot Lamont: Anyways, to the point at hand.. I know how all of you pathetic little feeble rat children have short attention spans so i'll try to say this in the best american tongue i can... "me firk speak you now..." ...Ok, that sucked, back to the supremecy that is *I*... Why, of all the times, did I decide to make my re-appearance on this night?! Oh, yes.. I'm glad you asked. You see, i'm the godly one, the only brit that is deservant to be here & all these groin jerk'n thumb twiddling poodle shrimp have come out trying to take MY ROLL...
Fred Estridge: How dare they!
Scot Lamont: I'm a little pissed that these ignorant english Bastards have come here AT ALL, let alone into MY FED & it's time to show them ALL WHERE ITS AT! One by one, I intend on teaching every single last one of those urin sniffing, bearded lady man-titted roughions who truly is the man, and how?
Fred Estridge: Yeah, how?!
Scot Lamont: Again, i'm glad you asked.. You see, tonight i'm calling out none other than the tubby little shit known as STU PRICE... Price, you bored me with your work at the PPV, you are a sad little man with a sad little ... Well, you know.. I don't need to go into detail, do I? ...Errr, anyways folks... I sent away to stupricepostcards.com... You know what? Well, I found something intrigueing! I got a postcard of Price with the royal gaurd in front of that big silly castle in London!
(...A picture comes up on the firkntron & the entire arena bursts into hestarics as we see a picture of Stu Prices head on the naked body of a very plump raunchy disgusting saggy-titted old lady... It's obviously editted, the worst part is that the body is bent over in front of the gaurd, who has one single eyebrow raised, again.. Obviously editted...)
Scot Lamont: ...and there you have it! ...So without further ado, Stu you little useless man-titted he-whore, i'm calling YOU OUT... TONIGHT! Whether you want to be beaten or not, it will happen TONIGHT...
(Pretty fly hits the firkntron again & he leaves to a chorus of boos...)
Peter Roberts: By god, did you hear that?!
Fred Estridge: Yes, Stu Price has big man tits...
Peter Roberts: NO, not that.. Scot Lamont has challenged STU PRICE ON TONIGHTS CARD! Good god, what a way for this night to start shipping up, this is absolutly incredible, and the action is intense! SCOT LAMONT & STU PRICE LIVE HERE ON RICOCHET! Good god almighty, things are starting to brew early on here, and MAN, what a lineup we have for you TONIGHT... That mystery man who recently revealed himself, made a mark on Insomniac & Nightman last week, Mr. "The Beast" Jason Tilley is going up against none other than Jonas Prophet who's had alot to say recently! These two are gonna start off what should be an epic CARD...
Fred Estridge: ...after that we get to see the debut of Searching For Skills.. I like these guys, they have talent & they have Alyx... I mean, it's an awsome combination... Or wait, should I say Amber?
Peter Roberts: Whoever they are, they face off against FHW's own veterans Insomniac & Avalanch. This match is headed straight to hell & god only knows what they have planning on the sidelines... After that Jonathon Briggs & John McCrakken have it at themselves...
Fred Estridge: FOR THE FIFTIETH BLOODY TIME! I hope somebody gets killed during this match so these two can finally go there own damned WAYS, jesus, these guys are boring!
Peter Roberts: I'm sure it's gonna be a hell of a match, then to top that all off, Scot Lamont & STU PRICE are getting it ON HERE TONIGHT! England vs SCOTLAND! It's going to be a brittish brawl & it's going to be a slobber knocker for the likes i'm sure we've never seen before! ...To follow that up, Ducati returns for his second boupt, this time facing Rogue, for the INFAMOUS TITLE! This ones going to be one hell of a battle! I can hear heads getting blown off just thinking about this one!
Fred Estridge: Heads getting blown off? What the hell kind of remark is that? your losing your touch...
Peter Roberts: Well, anyways.. To finnish the evening off... ARCHANGEL will face Flashback & Reed Rothchild who will face off AGAINST Lee Todd & ROGUE! GOOD GOD! GOOD GOD LADIES & GENTLEMEN... IT'S TIME... TIME TO GET HARDCORE!
Fred Estridge: We desperatly need a new catch phrase...
(Suddenly an image of Scorpion leaving President Brown's office comes up on the firkntron...)
Peter Roberts: What in the hell? ...Scorpion is in the building TONIGHT FOLKS, and he's just left President Brown's OFFICE, ALIVE?! Good god are things starting to get going, we have word that Scot Lamont has just Fled to his car, but somethings going on.. We bring you there now...
(We turn back to the firkntron to see Scot Lamont opening the door to his car when he's pulled aside by a security officer.. The officer pulls him out of the car & then hands him the keys to his car.. The Scot thanks the man with a slap across the face & then turns back toward his car...)
Peter Roberts: There's grattitude for you... Lamont just nailed that poor car parker right in the head and for what.. NO REASON!
(...we turn back to the car to see a huge block of concrete smash down right through the front windshield of Lamonts pinto..Lamont bounces back & looks like he's in absolute shock.. He looks up at the crane that it fell from but all he see's is an empty seat...)
Scot Lamont: What in the hell?!
(The security gaurd looks petrified himself & unable to speak.. Lamont [shakingly] walks back into the arena...)
Peter Roberts: GOOD GOD, did you SEE THAT?! Scot Lamont was almost CRUSHED by that massive block of concrete, who in the hell would do such a thing?!
Fred Estridge: ...My guess, one of the Scot's 100, 200 enemy's? hmm, no?
Peter Roberts: Your a genius Fred, thanks for coming out... Anyways folks, this nights already starting out as an unbelievable night so theres no need to go into detail about what an action pack card we have for you... Jonas Prophet is mixing it up with "The Beast" Jason Tilley.. This is gonna be one hell of a match, call it a hunch... Well, that & in FHW, every match is one hell of a match...
Fred Estridge: Plus it's a hardcore MATCH!
(Debonaire by Dope begins to blare over the firkntron and The Virus comes out in a business suit with a steel briffcase, suddenly from behind, "The Beast" Jason Tilley comes out wearing a black singlett with the word "The Beast" across the front. He comes out intense, runs and gets into the ring.. He stops for a moment & then posses... "Ladies & gentlemen, the following match is schedueled for one fall... Currently standing inside of the ring, weighing in at 6'3" & standing at 285lbs.. Making his in-ring debut.. He is THE BEAST... JASON TILLEY!!!" ...The crowd gives a mixed reaction, they dont know what to expect, Tillet then turns and faces the entrance ramp and waves his arms as if to rush his opponent to the ring...)
(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 & rushes at Tilley.. The bell rings...)
Peter Roberts: ...These two are firing fists like there's no tommorow! Not a whole big size diffrence, Jonas Prophet has a slight advantage but the way Tilleys laying in those fists across the head, he's looking good out there... OH! Big knee to the chest by the Beast.. He gives Jonas an uppercut.. Jonas backs off as Tilley grabs him & whips him across the ropes...
Fred Estridge: I haven't seen the Minaster deliver much pain since he arrived...
Peter Roberts: Give it time Freddy.. This is a hardcore match... Jonas runs back & ducks a clothesline, circles around & gives Tilley a pot shot to the chin.. Tilley backs off a little, looks as though that one stunned him & that stunned him MORE! Good god, a solid fist right into the chest of the Beast.. The Beast backs off slightly & then runs in but falls head over heals over a knee on part of the Prophet...
Fred Estridge: What an athlete.. He can do somersaults without even trying...
Peter Roberts: Jonas is now pulling Tilley back up to his feet, he shoves him into the corner & then attempts to throw him into the opposing corner, but Tilley reverses & sends Jonas flying... Jonas goes full first into the opposing turnbuckle & then bounces off BUT MAN! TILLEY's in with a body splash & Jonas is now officially locked up in that corner..
Fred Estridge: He's got nowhere to go but down... There's a sick joke in there somewhere, but i'm gonna struggle to restrain from saying it...
Peter Roberts: Jonas doesn't look like he's in too good of shape right now, and it looks like the Beast isn't giving him time to relax, he's lifting him up into a sitting position on top of the turnbuckle facing toward the crowd.. Tilley now climbs the second rope, and it looks like he's setting up for a superple... NO! Jonas hits him with a back elbow & Jason Tilley falls right on his back... Jonas now stands up & turns around... He's squatted on the top-turnbuckle...
Fred Estridge: Keep it in your pants Jonas... That's not a toilet...
Peter Roberts: OH! Prophets in the AIR & GOOD GOD, what AIR TIME... He's going for a damned FROG SPLASH! FROG SPLAS... NO! NO! HE MISSED! Tilley rolled out of the way & Prophet lands flat on his stomach, it was way too early for a move like that & Tilley has just capitalised on the situation... He's starting to stand up now... He walks over to Prophet who's favoring that chest of his now & he's pulling him up by the hair. He brings him up to his feet & walks across the ring with him & then snaps his head into the turnbuckle... He lets go & Prophet falls backward to the canvas...
Fred Estridge: What the hell is this?! WRESTLING?! Dammit, this is a hardcore MATCH! GET HARDCORE F*CKERS!
Peter Roberts: Tillet now stomps Prophet & takes a step forward, he walks over to the ropes & begins to scream obscenities at a fan who's giving him the finger, Tilley shakes his head & turns around finding Jonas using the ropes to get back to his feet.. OH MAN! THE Beast shows him why he has his nickname & spears him from behind sending Prophet over the top-rope & plummeting to the outside of the damned ring! Jonas flips over the ropes & lands on his back, Tilley now steps through the ropes & down to the concrete below...
Fred Estridge: POTENTIAL!
Peter Roberts: Tilley is pulling Prophet back up to his feet.. He goes to smash his head into the side of the apron but Jonas uses his upper strength to block it & slams Jason Tilleys head into the apron... Tilley backs off & Prophet turns around & CLOTHESLINES HIM DOWN! Good god, Tilley hits the canvas & Tilley hits the canvas hard... Prophet now grabs him with a legscissors armbar combo! ...Oh man, he's wrenching on that damned arm like he wants to rip it off...
Fred Estridge: Let's hope so, then Rogue would have two arms to carry around with him... That would be good humour...
Peter Roberts: Prophet lets go of the legscissors armbar & then stands back up to his feet now.. He's grabbing Tilley & yanks him up by the arm.. He grabs him with one arm, wraps it around his neck & does a cross-arm to throat SUPLEX back down to the concrete & Tilley's being delivered into some pain now, he's managing to stand up & HERE COMES PROPHET, NO! NO! ...Prophet gets grabbed by the head on his speed run toward Tilley & Tilley uses Prophets momentum to his advantage & throws him smashing into the steel STEPS!
Fred Estridge: ...showing promise... showing promise...
Peter Roberts: What the hell is the Samon WARRIOR doing here?! GOOD GOD, what the HELL is this about now... Tilley is lifting Prophet back up to his feet... Russian Leg Sweep!
Fred Estridge: Oh christ, there doing russian legsweep... The patheticness...
Peter Roberts: Tilley's pulling Jonas back up... He steps up on the steel steps & he's pulling Jonas UP BUT NO! Jonas is resisting it... BACKDROP! BACKDROP by Prophet, Tilley looked as though he was going to piledriver Prophet onto the damned STEEL STEPS! Prophet is now stepping over Tilley with mounted punches... He's wailing them in!
Fred Estridge: Tilley's seeing a sight of Prophets fist that he probably didn't wanna see tonight...
Peter Roberts: Tilley's face is being brutally smashed here... Prophet now drops Tilley's face on the concrete.. He stands up & look at the Samon Warrior who's just standing there staring at Prophet.. Prophet turns back to Tilley & begins to lift him up to the feet... OH! Tilley gives him a low blow that he won't soon forget... Tilley then runs in & GOOD GOD! HE SPEARS HIM AGAINST THE GAURDRAIL! ...Prophet falls back forward & the Beast is now laying in the boots to Jonas Prophet...
Fred Estridge: Tilley's pulling Prophet back up to his feet, OH! He whips Prophets face into the gaurdrail so that his neck lands on it... Prophet's now lifted up from behind & VERTICAL SUPLEX! He crunches his body across the concrete... Tilleys right back up now & he's pulling Prophet back up to his feet once again... OH MAN! OH MAN! He swings him around & wraps him around the turnbuckle.. Prophet hits hard, turns around & runs back at Tilley, The Beast grtabs him THOUGH & SMASHES him back down with a POWERSLAM! Good god almighty, that looked painfull...
Fred Estridge: I don't doubt it.
Peter Roberts: Prophet is pulled right back up to his feet & now Tilley whips him underneath the ropes & back into the ring... Tilley then slides back in. Tilley is climbing back to his feet.. Prophet is on his hands & knee's & here comes Tilley who drives in a knee to the ribs of Prophet! Tilley is right back up to his feet & OH! Shoulder rush by Prophet... Tilley backs off favoring his chest... Prophet grabs him, SMASH! DDT to the canvas..
Fred Estridge: ...Woah, whats the Samon warrior doing now?
Peter Roberts: ...looks as though he's digging underneath the ring for something & now Prophet has just launched Tillet across the ropes.. Here comes Tilley.. OH MAN, Prophet grabs him with an armdrag takedown into an armbar submission & ...
Fred Estridge: OH YES!
Peter Roberts: This can't be good... Samon Warrior just slid a table into the ring... Prophet lets go of the hold now & pulls the Beast back up & shoves him into the corner.. Prophet now climbs up him & he's launching in the FISTS... The Samon Warrior just slid into the ring & the reff looks like he's getting a little confused... The Warrior is setting the table up in the corner... OH Prophet now drops scraping Beasts eyes on the way down... Beast wobbles out of the corner & walks into another DDT on part of Prophet!
Fred Estridge: He's got enough DDT's for a lifetime...
Peter Roberts: Prophet's pulling him up now & the Samon Warrior slides out of the ring... OH! Tilley Smashes Prophet in the crotch with a knee! Tilley goes for the SPEAR BUT PROPHET GRABS HIM... Going for a POWERBOMB... but NO! NO! Tilley goes up & then pounds Prophet in the hand.. Prophet goes for a clothesline & drops him over the top-rope back to the outside of the damned RING! ...Prophet slowly gets up to his feet & SAMON WARRIOR APPLY's the TOGAN DEATH GRIP... Prophet whips him across the head with a vicious fist, but the Warrior doesn't let up... He DROPS Prophet... Prophets kicking frantically...
Fred Estridge: Well, he was kicking frantically...
Peter Roberts: Prophet is out cold & Warrior lifts him up slowly & slides him into the ring.. Prophets beginning to sti... he's UP & DOWN! DOWN! DOWN! The GORE! THE GORE.. A spear through the DAMNED TABLE! Tilley wraps him up for the pin...
one...
two...
three...
Peter Roberts: He's done it... Tilley walks away with the victory.. He snaps his arm down as the reff try's to raise it & now The Samoan Warrior lifts it up & then two leave ringside.. The Warrior snaps in a boot across the jaw of the Prophet before leaving... BUT WAIT! WAIT... what in the HELL IS THAT?!
(The lights suddenly shut off...)
Peter Roberts: I can't see my own damned hand in front of my face... Everything is PITCH black here... Everything is PITCH bloody black... OW!
(The lights flash back on & we see Tilley & The Samon warrior laid out on the concrete with bat wounds, open gashes on there heads.. there completly out cold & they now have neck braces on... We see Tumbler standing up on the rampway laughing his ass off with a crowbar...)
Fred Estridge: Well, that was just too damned messy, and I loved every minute of it..
Peter Roberts: Well folks, it's been a tremendous start to a tre... what in the hell is going on now?
(We fade to the backstage area where we see Scot Lamont standing staring inside of his locker room.. His mirror's smashed in 5 diffrent directions, his clothes are littered all over the floor, and his kilt has been ripped to shreds... We fade back to Peter & Fred...)
Peter Roberts: WHAT IN THE HELL?!
Fred Estridge: It looks like FHW's local god is being terrorised & our local hero doesn't look like he's too happy about it... In fact, i'de say he was pissed off & a pissed off scot is not a good thing to be having around a match around this time... Tonight is becoming a night of crazy occurences....
(...another scene comes up on the firkntron; this time it reveals a very peeved President Brown who holds his fists clenched & oddly enough, behind him stands none other than the newcomer, Delerium who stands with his arms folded, glaring with his dark eyes through his solid black cloth covering his face. He cracks his nuckles slowly & Brown begins to speak...)
Brown: Ahhh yes fans & idiots, it looks as though all hell has broken loose in these last few weeks. I apologise for the hesitation of the card, it's those damned TSN dog shows.. They keep kicking us off the air, but never the LESS HERE WE ARE AGAIN & we're making history as we've seen alot of hell already happen & it's only bound to get more interesting, but firstly, let me get to my main point of the evening... first of all, obviously, I have hired a new bodygaurd. The Scot & Nightman were great, but fuck 'em, MEET DELERIUM boys & girls! It's time to pay the price, all be it the price for most people in this fed is stupdity & they've already got more than they can handle but alas poor idiots, I have even more news... But i'll enlighten you later, I have buisiness to discuss...
Peter Roberts: Buisiness? What the hell?
(We move away from the firkntron revealing Browns image & see it fading away as he talks to Delerium...)
Brown: Go find Crusader.
(Firkntron fades.)
Peter Roberts: ...oh good god, not again... He's calling on Crusader & that can only mean one thing; he's going to screw him.. I don't know how or why, but he is GOING TO SCREW HIM! DAMN HIM!
Fred Estridge: Don't damn him for having more talent than you'll ever have...
Peter Roberts: Jesus Fred, show some compashion toward me... Folks, things are getting on a roll & we now bring you onto our next match of the evening.. This epic matchup between the two newcomers that form the team known as Searching for Skills who face up against none other than the Sleepless one himself alongside his good buddy Avalanch.. The LOST SOULS! ...Set your recorders.. We have four hardcore nutcases going at it & it's bound to get interesting...
(Meet the Creeper begins to slowly start as Insomniac 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, Isomniac raises his arms to the side & slowly the duo make there way to the ring... "Ladies & Gentlemen, the following match is schedueled for one fall... Currently Coming to the ring, weighing in at a total combined weight of 570lbs... 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 & wait for the bell to ring...)
("Shampoo in the Eyes" by Searching for Skillz begins to play on the PA system, with a stanza of fast punk drumbeat and smooth but ferocious bass melody. After a few seconds, the guitar comes in with a speedy power chord riff. As soon as the guitar sounds, an explosion of smoke goes off at the top of the entrance ramp. When the smoke clears, Stump and TJ stand side by side. Stump lifts his arms and points to himself with both thumbs as TJ turns his back, flexes his left arm and kisses his bulging bicep. "...and there opponents, they weigh in at a total combined weight of 475lbs.. They are... SEARCHING FOR SKILLS!!!" ...After a moment of posing, the two run down the ramp and slide into the ring, the crowd slightly behind them as they dart in & meet there opponents, the bell rings...)
Peter Roberts: THIS ONE IS ON & all four of these men are going at IT! Man oh MAN... Insomniac & Stump are just wailing each other with rights & lefts... TJ takes a dive at Avalanch but 'Lanch nails him down with a big boot right across the chin... Insomniac whips Stump across the ropes... Stump comes flying back & Insomniac leap frogs him... Stumps hits the ropes, turns around & Lanch rips him up off of the canvas with a chokeLIFT... He holds him there & Insomniac drop kicks him right in the damned BACK...
Fred Estridge: Deffinatly a neat combo...
Peter Roberts: TJ's slowly recovering from that boot across the chin & he's starting to stir again, the reff is slowly trying to regain some power in this match, but these are four big wild men & this is gonna get even more out of control before it gets better... TJ finally gets back into his corner as Avalanch is pushed back into his corner by the tiny reff, quite a site, the reff pushing big Lanch around... It looks like the Insomniac & Stump are gonna get some time alone...
Fred Estridge: I bet Insomniacs gonna love that; he's such a perv.
Peter Roberts: Insomniac is laying in the fists to Stump right now & knocks him into the corner... He backs away & lets Stump come out, he then rakes the EYES! Good god, Stump wobbles around with no place to go but DOWN! Huge clothesline by the sleepless one which knocks Stump straight down, almost through the damned CANVAS... Stump falls back with a certainly hard THUD for which i wouldn't want to feel...
Fred Estridge: ...That's because you a little whiner who can't take a single move...
Peter Roberts: ...Insomniac yanks on Stumps arm now to bring him back to his feet & he whips him across the ropes once again.. Stump comes back & ducks an on-coming clothesline by Insomniac... Stump hits the opposing ropes & rushes at Insomniac, dropping his face down on his knee.. Insomniac stumbles backward where Stump runs at HIM & CLOTHESLINES HIM OUTSIDE OF THE DAMNED RING! Good god... TJ's off the apron & Stump is having a conversation with the reff...
Fred Estridge: I like Searching for Skills... They have the smarts to get the job done...
Peter Roberts: TJ pulls Insomniac up to his feet... He grabs him & whips him into the STEEL STEPS... Avalanch looks over to Insomniac but here comes STUMP with a flying FOREARM knocking Lanchy off of the apron & down against the gaurdrail below.. TJ rolls the Sleepless one back inside of the ring, Stump turns to see him, runs over & wraps up the leg...
one...
Fred Estridge: Only a one count?! BULL! That was a full-three! Get some glasses REFF!
Peter Roberts: Looks like Insomniac still has a hell of alot of fight left in him... Avalanch is starting to climb back up to the apron & Stump just launched the Sleepless one against the ropes.. Insomniac comes back & he gets nothing but a boot to the midsection, followed up by a running jump spinning DDT & that looked like it dislocated Insomniacs DAMNED NECK! Good god, that looked more painfull than nude pictures of Fred's mother!
Fred Estridge: HEY DAMMIT... Alot of people are paying good money for those pictur... Err, I mean... Back to the match kay? ...
Peter Roberts: Yes, well... Stump drags on the Insomniacs arm & makes the tag to TJ..Stump rolls out of the ring now? What the hells he reaching underneath of the ring for?
Fred Estridge: I don't know, but's its bound to be of intrigue...
Peter Roberts: ...Insomniacs being yanked up beyond his own free will by TJ now who's pulling him up to his feet... and OH! OH! Insomniac LOW BLOWS TJ & Tj's hunched over... Insomniac throws in a quick chop & another.. He lays TJ against the ropes & then lines up.. HE RUNS IN as TJ ducks, but NOT IN TIME! A twisting hurricanrana sends the much larger TJ spinning to the canvas in an awsome display of athletisism by the Sleepless one who now leaps to his feet & points out at the audience...
Fred Estridge: Athletisism?! I wish I could jump up & around like a monkey so you'de say that about me!
Peter Roberts: Stump has PULLED A TABLE from underneath of the ring & he's setting it up on the outside... God only knows what the hell that table is for but someones bound to go through it... Insomniac is slowly beginning to pull TJ back up to his feet, he grabs his arm & try's to whip him across the ring but TJ reverses it & brings Insomniac right down hard with a short-arm clothesline.. Avalanch tries to get in for the save but the reff forces him back & now Stump is climbing up to the top rope...
Fred Estridge: This looks promising...
Peter Roberts: TJ's pulling the Insomniac up by the underarms with a full-nelson... It looks like Stumps lined UP & NO! NO! NO! Insomniac DUCKS out of it as Stump DROPS TJ with a damned missile DROPKICK! Good god, Insomniac quickly rolls in for the cover on TJ as the reff turns around but Stump quickly boots Insomniac right on the back & now Avalanch steps over the top-rope & into the ring..Stump is banished back to his corner & Insomniac quickly whips TJ over to where Avalanch is.. The big 'Lanch grabs him quickly up by the chest & cross-chest slams him down to the canvas!
Fred Estridge: That looked like it hurt more than sitting through about 500 good god's in one commentary!
Peter Roberts: He completly DRILLED him & TJ looks like he's hurt.. The reff's still arguing with Stump & finally turns around to see Insomniac tag to Avalanch.. 'Lanch steps back in & Insomniac pushes TJ onto the corner... Avalanch grabs him & heaves him up onto the top-turnbuckle by the throat... Avalanch backs off now as Insomniac climbs to the TOP, what the HELL ARE THEY DOING?!
Fred Estridge: Causing pain..?
Peter Roberts: It sure as hell looks that way... Avalanch sits with one-knee below as INSOMNIAC, HOLY MOTHER OF GOD... HE FRANKENSTEINERS TJ off of the top-rope & TJ's back lands on AVALANCHES KNEE! For the LOVE OF GOD.. Avalanch wraps the legs of TJ up as Stump hits the ring but gets cutoff by the Insomniac...
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Fred Estridge: FEW, close one...
Peter Roberts: Good god, that was almost a quick end to a brutal matchup...Avalanch shakes his head in disagrement with the reff.. Insomniac pulls Stump up & rolls him out of the ring through the second ropes.. Insomniac then climbs through after him as Avalanch boot chokes TJ in the corner... He's really locking in the pressure & the reff is actually Struggling to TRY to pull him off of TJ's throat... Insomniac grabs Stump off of the concrete & brings him to his feet... He goes to whip him into the gaurdrail but Stump reverses & sends Insomniac chest first... Insomniac falls backward into Stumps arms who drops him with a front-first full-nelson SLAM! Good god, he falls down on the gaurdrail so Insomniacs THROAT is the first thing to hit...
Fred Estridge: Now he's even more identifiable as a woman, he's got no adoms apple...
Peter Roberts: Avalanch releases the boot choke & the reff waves his naughty finger at him, 'Lanch pushes him aside & walks forward, grabbing TJ up off of the corner & LIFTING HIM UP.. He's pressing him & WHAT THE HELL IN THE WORLD, NO! NO! NO!
Fred Estridge: This looks promising...
Peter Roberts: Lanch presses him beside the rope looking out toward the tab... HE TOSSES TJ up off from the ring APRON TO THE TABLE BELOW & the Table breaks RIGHT IN HALF right along with TJ... Holy good god mother have MERCY, that was unbelievable & now Stump sets Insomniac lying sitting up against the gaurdrail... Stump turns & climbs up on the apron.. He turns around & falls with a double-foot forward DROPKICK to Insomniacs FACE against the damned GAURDRAIL... Insomniac is busted wide open & now Avalanch is stepping outside of the damned ring & this reff has no idea what the hell is going on.
Fred Estridge: Who cares? Finally, things are starting to get interesting & i'm loving it!
Peter Roberts: ...Avalanch steps up off of the apron & walks toward the broken TJ.. He reaches down & begins to pull him up by the hair... He pulls him all the way up & then shows him his love with an affectionate CLOSED FIST TO THE FACE smashing TJ right back against the gaurdrail and DOWN HARD... Stump now pulls Insomniac over by the steel steps & what is h... NO! NO! NO! DDT ON THE STEEL STEPS! DDT ON THE STEEL STEPS! Good god almighty... Insomniacs busted wide open & Stump isn't even done yet!
Fred Estridge: These guys aren't searching for skills.. They have them!
Peter Roberts: ...Avalanch now rolls TJ back into the ring & then steps up over the ropes & steps in the ring himself & pulls TJ back up to his feet... Stump is back on the apron leaving Insomniac bloodied & battered on the concrete... NO! AVALANCH HEAVES TJ UP BY THE THROAT & SITS DOWN! THAT'S HIS DAMNED FINNISHER! THE CHOKEBOMB! GOOD GOD! GOOD GOD.. He sits with a pin...
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Fred Estride: THAT WAS CLOSE!!!
Peter Roberts: Good god, Stump lept in with a legdrop & broke the pin in the nick of damned TIME & now the reff is losing control again as Stump pushes him out of the way & pulls Avalanch up & nails him with lefts & rights.. TJ rolls out of the ring & walks with a limp toward the crowd as Stump gives Avalanch a boot to the groin.. 'Lanch is hunched over & Stump goes for a DDT BUT NO! NO! Avalanch pushes Stump off & against the ropes... TJ grabs a chair & he's walking around BEHIND of Lanch as Lanch grabs Stump on the return from the ropes...
Fred Estridge: This looks intrigueing...
Peter roberts: Lanch GRABS STUMP BY THE THROAT... It looks like a CHOKESL... WAIT NO! NO! TJ rolls into the ring & WHACKS Avalanch right on the back... LANCH TOOK IT! LANCH TOOK IT... He just turns around to face TJ... WAIT! Stump with a high spinning heel kick to the back of Avalanches HEAD while TJ goes for a LEGSWEEP! That's the TOTAL ELIMINATION!!!! Insomniac rolls inside of the ring only to be met by a fury of boots by Stump as TJ rolls 'Lanch over for the pin...
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Peter Roberts: THEY GOT THEM! The team of Alex Stump & TJ Thomas HAVE caused an UPSET & defeated two of the most hardcore men in the buisiness & good god, what a match that was... Blood, gore.. It was ALL THERE & I loved every damned minute of it! Good god that was an almighty fight fest & we can only anticipate what the rest of the night will be like... Folks, somethings going on backstage once again.. We take you there live right now...
(We fade to the firkntron revealing Deleriums back, he stands in-behind of Crusader blocking the entrance of Pres Browns office. Brown sits with his legs propped up on the desk in front of him with his arms wrapped casually from behind his head, he's got a slight grin on his face...)
Brown: Steven, can I call you by your real name Steve? Anyways, i've grown weary of your talents & i've seen the light... You see, I found something out the other day that didn't make me too happy... ...On your contract you stated that you got offers from the WWF & WCW... 'Thus I payed you for three times as much as I should HAVE & i've come to decide something... You are a pointless WASTE OF SPACE & I DONT WANT YOU IN MY FED. YOU'RE FIRED! GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE! YOUR FIRED DAMMIT!
(...With that Delerium cracks him right in the spine with a baseball bat.. Crusader falls to his knee's & Brown gives a little shove off wave.. Delerium drops the bat, pulls Crusader up & throws him through the unopened door... We return to Peter & Fred...)
Peter Roberts: WHAT IN THE HELL?! WHAT IN THE HELL?!
Fred Estridge: Well, that was FUNNY! Baha, did you see the expression on Crusaders face?! He looked as though he was about to CRY! Baha, cry little baby! Cry! Cry!
Peter Roberts: ...for the love of god, PRESIDENT Brown has just fired one of the most important men in the FHW... He FIRED CRUSADER... For the love of god, why in the hell would he fire one of his biggest investments, is he NUTS?!
Fred Estridge: ...on the contrary.. He's a bloody genius & I say cuto's for firing that sack of ball lacking shit, Crusader! CONGRATS Brown! You did a good thing here tonight!
Peter Roberts: I don't believe this.. I didn't even see it coming... This is absolutly unbelievable... ...and now what the hell is going on?!
(We fade backstage yet again for the 40th time this evening & we see a very large man walking past Tumbler... They bump shoulders & we see the tall man turn around with his back to the camera.. He yells some incoherrent sentances that are bleeped out.. Tumbler turns around...)
Tumbler: What did you say?
(The man shakes his head & the two begin to go off flaring insults at each other.. IT's brutality at its finest.. In the end, Tumlber gets the best joke off, cracks a grin & turns around... The big man then shakes his head &...)
Peter Roberts: Good god, that mammoth of a man just shouldered Tumbler right in the back, Tumbler turns around & the big man quickly heaves him up off of the ground & GOOD GOD! He throws him like a DAMNED DART! A DAMNED DART right into the WALL... Tumblers head makes a HUGE indent in the damned WALL & he's gushing badly now... who the hell is this guy?!
(...The tall man just continues walking casually down to the hallway as we fade back to another image.. This one is of Scot Lamont, it shows him being led by security to his new locker room.. He shakes his head at what happened earlier & then opens the door only to find out once again it's been torn to shreds.. The Scot goes absolutly irate...)
Scot: ACH!
(...He quickly grabs the security officers head & smashes it repeatedly into the wall & then just lets him fall back first onto the floor.. The Scot enters the locker room & begins to scream & yell at the top of his lungs... He's deffinatly peeved off.. He pulls one of the lockers right from standing position down to the ground & mounts it with punches, bloodying up his own nuckles as he screams cold blood.. We fade back to Peter & Fred...)
Peter Roberts: Good god y'all.. This is getting HARD-CORE... Everything is happening, everyone is getting attacked & by god, what in the HELL ELSE CAN POSSIBLY HAPPEN TONIGHT?!
Fred Estridge: Absolutly ANYTHING.
Peter Roberts: Good god almighty, and coming up next, Jonathon Briggs & John McCrakken will be getting it on... This one's deffinatly gonna be a damned fine dandy of a match & god knows what could happen...
(Raw by Staind plays on the FHW's PA system as the lights go out. Two pyros go off on the top of the ramp at the same time as the FirkTron shows the name Johnathan Briggs. The lights go back on and Johnathan Briggs walks down to the ring. “Ladies & Gentlemen, the following match is schedueled for one fall... Currently making his way toward the ring, standing at 6’3” and weighing in at 280 lbs, hailing in from Boston, Massachusetts, he is JOHNATHAN BRIGGS!!!!" ...The crowd cheers as he slides into the ring...)
(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: ...and after the performance that McCrakken gave at the PPV, he deserves this applause! Good god, he made a name for himself against half of the big names & did his job... Briggs runs at him as he enters the ring & nails him with a knee into the chest, another.. He's got McCrakken stuck against the ropes & the reff pry them apart.. Briggs backs off with his arms in the air & McCrakken rushes him with a standing side kick but Briggs ducks..
Fred Estridge: Good thing too, that could have taken his head off!
Peter Roberts: ...Briggs now gets around McCrakken, and nails him in the back of the head with a quick fist... McCrakken turns around stunned & then swings in with a wild haymaker.. Briggs ducks underneath once again & then shoulder brushes McCrakken right into the corner chest first... Johnny boy slowly holding his chest bounces out backward & Briggs takes him down with a quick spinning heel kick to the back of the head knocking him right on his face...
Fred Estridge: He got a view of the canvas that he didn't wanna get...
Peter Roberts: Briggs is lifting McCrakken up by the arm now.. OH! He gives him a quick knee to the underarm on the way up & that's got to SMART... He now grabs McCrakken once again & throws him with capacity into the corner... Johnny hits HARD & bounces backward where Briggs grabs him with a side-step & drops him with a russian legsweep!
Fred Estridge: Holy fricking crap, a russian legsweep, for the love of god...
Peter Roberts: McCrakken is swited right up to his feet again & tossed against the ropes... Briggs ctahces him on the way back with a quick boot to the gut.. He then grabs him by the head & falls down cracking Johnny McCrakkens head into his knee.. McCrakken bounces back & Briggs runs at him full steam ahead & rips him down with a DAMNED SPEAR!
Fred Estridge: There's that hug & grow warmth we've always received from Briggs...
Peter Roberts: Yeah, i'm sure thats what Johnny McCrakkens thinking right about now.. Briggs turns around & begins to pull him up by the hair ... OH! McCrakken turns the tide with a VICIOUS under-crotch LOW BLOW... Briggs falls down to his knees as McCrakken uses the ropes to pull himself back up to his feet... He climbs slowly but surly as Briggs falls flat down holding his crotch... McCrakken looks quite winded from that spear but he's slowly beginning to build back some momentum... He turns around toward Briggs & begins to stomp him down...
Fred Estridge: BOOORRRIIIINNNNNGGGG! Pres Brown get 'ye old SHOTGUN & shoot these HACKS!
Peter Roberts: The way Brown's acting, he just might.... Briggs is now lofted to his feet by the back of the head via McCrakken... Johnny walks him into the turnbuckle & slams his face down into it.. Briggs face bounces off & now McCrakken swings him into the other corner... OH! HERE COMES JOHNNY! McCrakken runs in with a bodysplash in the corner but Briggs digs an elbow into the side of his face...
Fred Estridge: Didn't look as though it did all that much damage, McCrak'ead comes right back & knee's Briggs in the crotch again, don't do that.. it won't phase him ANY!
Peter Roberts: McCrakken now swings Briggs across the ropes... Briggs comes back & he's lifted up & dropped by a vile looking samoan DROP! Good god, McCrakken grabs Briggs arm, ties it around his anke & falls back with a cross-back armBREAKER & Briggs is screaming in agony... He's kicking & punching in every direction possible.. He doesn't look as though he can break free of this hold.. He's struggling to get himself free, but he's in AGONY... He's trying to reach the ropes but there too damned far...
Fred Estridge: He might as well wimp out, he usually always does anyways...
Peter Roberts: He came here to FIGHT & damned if he won't.. He's USING his upper body advantage to PULL himself toward the ropes, DRAGGING McCrakken along with him... Have you ever seen this kind of RAW POWER Fred?!
Fred Estridge: Well yes, in my bed... But I don't think Briggs is using his brain much here, not that he ever does.. But he's doing even more damage to that arm than McCrakkin the head would have done sitting in the middle of the ring...
Peter Roberts: Undoubtedly... Yet Briggs still strives to get to the ropes... He REACHES UP & GRABS THEM & the reff pulls at McCrakken & John McCrakken finally releases the hold as Briggs instantly pulls that arm in-toward himself & rolls over onto it... McCrakken lays in some boots across the shoulder, and then places a boot onto Jonny's THROAT! He's STEPPING ON Briggs THROAT & he's using the damned ropes for LEVERAGE! Briggs is kicking around, that arm... it seems to be lifeless?
Fred Estridge: That's what he gets for striving to win I guess...
Peter Roberts: McCrakken's pulling him up once again now... He tosses him quickly into the corner & then runs in at him.. qucikly grabs his arm, snaps it down & twists it around with another ARMBAR & Briggs IS TAPPING INSTANTLY! BRIGGS IS TAPPING INSTANTLY!!! ...Good god, Briggs has submitted, and whats more, he submitted to a simple armbar... McCrakken is leaving ringside.. He just waves Meagan off with a double finger salute & walks away, the reff seems to be attentive to Briggs...
Fred Estridge: That's the most attention that Briggs has ever received from anyone, fan or foe... Teehee...
Peter Roberts: The reff is yelling something to one of the cameraman.. The cameramans on the walkie now.. What the hell's going on?! Briggs is squirming around holding that arm in his.. what the HELL is going on?!
Fred Estridge: I don't think McCrakken had that armbar on properly...
Peter Roberts: We have medics coming to ringside now & Briggs looks like he's hurt beyond any recognation here... He's been FUBAR'ed by John McCrakken in one hell of another matchup... Good god folks... Good god...
(...We fade to the backstage area where we see Scot Lamont walking away from President Browns office.. He walks down the large corridor where he finds his kilt & his black t-shirt with a yellow happy face shreaded to pieces.. He turns & gives the drywall what-for with a single punch.. He shakes his head & begins stalking down the corridor...)
Peter Roberts: GOOD GOD, it looks as though the backstage interferences have not stopped against the firkn one & Briggs has been escorted to an ambulence.. We'll try to keep you updated as this story progresses... This has truly been an interesting night... ...and now what the HELL?!
(We fade to the back parking lot where we see the large Plague walking around with a baseball bat, he looks as though he's looking for something as he drags the bat along the ground.. Suddenly from behind, we see car lights shine on him, and we hear the peel-out of tires.. We see the front camera view as a car slams right in-from behind Plague.. Plague dives out of the way in the knick of time, throwing the bat instantly away.. The cars breaks screech instantly, and out steps Tumbler who finds the bat laying right beside him.. He picks it up as Plague charges at him & nails him with it...)
Peter Roberts: GOOD GOD! He just SMASHED PLAGUE IN THE DAMNED KNEE WITH THAT BASEBALL BAT! Good god! Good god, it looks as though jonathon Briggs isn't the only one who's gonna need medical attention here tonight! ...tumbler now tosses the bat on top of Plagues chest & then walks away chuckling to himself?! what in the hell is going on?! Was Plague the big man that we saw earlier throwing Tumbler into the wall like a damned DART?! what in the HELL is going on her... NOW WHAT?
(We fade back to the arena just in time to hear the sounds of Pretty Fly for a White guy playing... Scot Lamont steps out in his street clothes.. He's got a green plaid shirt over top of a long black sweatshirt & he's got his blue jeans on as well... He steps out.. He actually has a tiny fan base cheering him as he holds the mic up to his face...)
Scot Lamont: ALRIGHT YOU INSUBORDINATE ASSHOLE... STU... I know it's gotta be YOU! You couldn't take my amazingly thought of insults from earlier & it's gotten to you, it's understandable, but HOW DARE YOU INFRINGE ON 1000YEARS OF SCOTTISH HERITAGE! Attack me, shame on you... Attack me KILT & YOUR A FIRKING MARKED MAN! ...So here's to you; you yellow BASTAGE! That's right, I said bastage & your jealous you didn't think of it first... Now get out here.. FACE ME like the woman you are so i can smack you around like a rather large trout getting gang banged by sheep while eating a donkeys BALLS!
Fred Estridge: Baha, I love it!
(We hesitate for a moment as the Scot slowly begins to walk towards the ring... The crowd's actually getting behind him... He walks down...)
Scot Lamont: C'mon you PUSSY! Get down here...
(...The Scot slides into the ring & drops the mic to the ground & then folds his arms in the middle of the ring waiting for Stu...)
Peter Roberts: We don't even know if it's Stu who's been doing this... What proof does he have?!
(Suddenly Bodyrock by Moby begins to play over the firkntron... Stu Price steps out...)
Fred Estridge: Could that be proof ENOUGH?!
Peter Roberts: Stu Price is OUT HERE & he's running toward the ring! He slides right in & stands up, the Scot has a good 4 inches on him & he's towering over him but Stu's a cocky bastard if i've ever seen one & he's staring right into the Scot's eyes, and MAN, i've never seen the Scot so infuriated... We have a war of words going on inside of the ring right now...
Fred Estridge: Give him his due Scot!
Peter Roberts: I'm sure he intends to but Stu's made it a point to be the Scot's enemy here... OH! Lamont gives STU PRICE A HUGE PUSH & Stu returns it with a damned chop ac.. ro... ssss... the chest? IT SENT THE SCOT DOWN?! what in the HELL IS GOING ON HERE?! Stu grabs the Scot's leg & goes for the DAMNED PIN?!
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Fred Estridge: er....?
Peter Roberts: BY GOD, they'VE FOILED US ALL! God DAMMIT NO! Stu Price stands & grabs the IC title off of the turnbuckle & holds it almighty.. He falls to his knee's hugging it, it looks as though he's faking some tears, and the Scot... Well, he's an ass as usual! he's banging his fist on the canvas as if he can't believe what in the hell just happened!
Fred Estridge: Him & me both, what the HELL DID JUST HAPPEN!?
Peter Roberts: ...I don't know, but Stu's just had a mic passed to him, he drapes the IC title overtop of his shoulder & begins to speak with a smug smile on his face... He looks as though he's loving this...
Stu Price: Nothing but a bunch of idiots, bitches and queers. Remember that line anyone? You should, it's the first line to come out of my mouth when I signed up to FHW. I said that I was gonna rise to the top, I said things would be changing and well, they are. Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls and chicken eaters of all ages I give you the team of Arrogance Inc.!
Fred Estridge: SWEET!
Peter Roberts: FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, ARROGANCE INC?! NO! NO! NO! We've seen ego's like this join before & it's not a PRETTY SITE GOD DAMNED IT! IT's not a pretty SIGHT! ...Lamont & Stu both slide out of the ring shaking hands while they land back up on the rampway... There laughing there asses off & i've never heard a crowd go off on wrestlers like these two... There getting booed out of the god damned building for GODS SAKE... How many more people are gonna get screwed TONIGHT?!
Fred Estridge: Give it time, there's still time.
(Suddenly, All in the Family by Korn begins to play & President Brown steps out with Delerium by his side... Delerium stares with a cold transe toward the audience.. He looks as though he's tied for some reason, he's slightly hunched over... President Brown stands proud with his mic in hand & then begins to speak out...)
President Brown: Ahhh, I would like to congradulate Stu on his win against Lamont.. Lamont, you TRAITOROUS BASTARD... You left ME & for that you will PAY... But i feel i've enlightened you with enough of my comments toward you, it's time to talk about the events of tonight... First of all, alot of you should know by now that CRUSADERS ASS HAS BEEN LAID OFF... Huh? Wha... Did I say that too loud? Yes.. well... LEMME TRY IT AGAIN! STEVEN ECKERT AKA: CRUSADER HAS BEEN FIRED... I REPEAT.. I HAVE FIRED CRUSADER! Baha, i'm gonna make a copy of this tape.. I love hearing it... CRUSADER HAS BEEN CANNED! CANNED! CANNED... BAAHAHAHA... Oh yes, another wrestler came into my office earlier today...
Peter Roberts: Scorpion.. I remember he left President Browns office earlier...
Fred Estridge: It's about time he got canned...
President Brown: ...now before I say anything else, I would just like to announce, I keep my friends close & I KEEP MY ENEMIES EVEN CLOSER...
Peter Roberts: What in the hell?
President Brown: ...so without FURTHER ADO... I Wish to introduce you to the NEW COMMISIONER...
Fred Estridge: NO!!!!!!
President Brown: ....Commisioner SCORPION! COMMISIONER SCORPION! Bahaha, bet you simple minded cretons didn't see that one COMING!
(Highway to Hell starts playing... Scorpion steps out & the crowd cheers like HELL...)
President Brown: Welcome to the next generation.
(All in the Family starts up again as President Brown, Commish Scorpion, and Delerium all leave ringside leaving the crowd still in awe...)
Peter Roberts: ...for the LOVE OF GOD, everything that can possibly HAPPEN TONIGHT, has ALREADY HAPPENED. This has been an unbelievable RICOCHET & it's not ending HERE!!! ...We're bringing you instantly into the next match of the evening... Ducati & Rogue are gonna fight it out for the Infamous TITLE! THis one's bound to be a dandy!
(...The arena goes deathly black as How to Make a Monster by Zombie begins to kick in... The pulses sound throughout the firkntron as the words" Those who desire Peace, prepare ..for.. WAR!!!!" ...The lights flash on & we see Rogue stands inside of the ring wielding a shotgun to his side... He puts his fingers to his lips & rolls the shotgun out of the ring...)
(...Bad Influence by Eminem kicks in as Ducati makes his way toward the ring sporting his red pullovers with white stripes running down the side and a pair of black nike shoes.. He pulls his earing out of his left ear & hands it to the reff, the reff places it on the announced tables & slides into the ring... The bell rings...)
Peter Roberts: Well this match is ready to get going Rogue is
right in Ducati face talking trash.
Fred Estridge: I bet hs is saying things about his Mom. I know he
is saying thing about his Mom!! I mean she is a slut that’s
what I heard anyway.
Peter Roberts: Well whatever he said Ducati slapped him right in
face. Rouge answers back with a hard right hand. Rogue picks him
tosses him into the ropes and
SPINEBUSTER!!
Fred Estridge: Some one call the Chiropractor!!
Peter Roberts: Damn right!! Rogue is just on top of Ducati
nailing him with lefts and rights. Ducati is having a hard time
defending himself. Rouge picks him back up and and toss's Ducati
into the ropes wait reversal but Ducati and he catches Rogue with
a drop toe hold. Ducati goes over and he spreads Rouges legs and
KNEE TO THE GROIN!! GOOD GOD NO CHILDREN FOR ROUGE!!! ...and why
the hell do I keep saying ROUGE?! Ahh well... [cough]
Fred Estridge: Pete just say it just once BALLS!!
Peter Roberts: Shut up Fred! Rouge is lying there in pain. Ducati
picks Rouge back up and turns him around and locks his head in a
reverse DDT and ROLL OF THE DICE!! HE JUST NAILED ROUGE WITH A
ROLL OF THE DICE!! Ducati stands up and just spits on Rogue.
Fred Estridge: I do hope he brushed his teeth. That’s
nasty!!
Peter Roberts: Ducati goes over and Rouge pulls him down in a
INSIDE CRADEL!!
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NO!!
Peter Roberts: That was close but it will take more than that to
beat this man know as Ducati! Rouge is still feeling the effect
of that move he was nailed with, but he is with it enough to kick
Ducati right in the gut. Rouge pulls him into a DDT!! GOOD GOD
WHAT A DDT I THINK HE DENTED THE MANS HEAD!!
Fred Estridge: What does that matter its not like he has much
in there that’s important. Now I have one question….where
the hell is the blood!
Peter Roberts: Well I think it may be coming up real soon cause
Rouge just went out and grabbed a chair. Ducati is getting up he
turns to face Rouge and…..WHAM!! GOOD LORD WHAT A SHOT!!
WHAM!! ANOTHER DAMN SHOT! HE IS SETING UP FOR A THIRD…..WHAM
BAM THANK YOU MAM!!
Fred Estridge: Looks as though Ducati just got his first
concussion right he in FHW HAHAHAHAHA!!
Peter Roberts: That’s what it looks like. Ducati is not
moving folks. Rouge is now setting up the chair. What in the hell
is he planning he is putting Ducati on the chair lying down he
head is hanging off. Rouge is going to the top. He jumps off……GUILLOTINE
LEG DROP!! HE HAS JUST BEHEADED DUCATI!! There is no way he is
going to get up from that.
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Peter Roberts: HOW THE HELL DID HE KICK OUT OF THAT!!
Fred Estridge: He didn’t he was just twitching.
Peter Roberts: Well Rouge is very upset. Rouge picks him up, but
he is not able to stand. Ducati is so far out it. Rouge whips
Ducati into the turnbuckle. Rouge charges in, but NOBODY HOME
EXCEOT FOR THE STEEL POST!
Fred Estridge: Some how he was able to get out of that I though
you said he was out of it?
Peter Roberts: Well he was Ducati is some how standing and now he
starts to work on the shoulder Rouge. He wraps the arm and ARM
WRINGER! That move will rip a shoulder right out of socket he
does it again….one more time. Three vicious arm wringers.
Now Ducati just starts to stomp the hell out of the arm. I don’t
think that Rouge can handle much more of this. Ducati picks him
up and dumps him on to the outside. Ducati is just stalking Rouge
waiting for him to get up. Ducati hits the ropes and CORKSCREW
MOONSAULT TO THE OUTSIDE!! I HAVE NOT SEE MANY WHO CAN DO THAT!!
Both men are down
and out.
Fred Estridge: These guys are pussies! I mean I could handle that
little move!
Peter Roberts: Sure Fred! The ref has started his 10 count..
1….
2….
3….
4….
5…
6….
7….(Rouge is up and in) (Damn Rouge)
8…(Ducati is in as well)
Peter Roberts: Well both men are in the ring Rouge goes after
Ducati but Rouge just gets a dropkick to the shoulder for his
trouble. Ducati takes Rouge’s arm hold it up and….GOOD
GOD A LEG DROP ON TO THE SHOULDER!! That could have broken Rouges
arm!
Fred Estridge: What is the big deal you don’t really need
two arms anyway. Arms are very over rated these days.
Peter Roberts: Ok Fred whatever. Any way Ducati puts Rouge on the
top turn buckle what is he planning. Ducati gets up on the top
looks like a attempt at a superplex. Rouge knocks him off. Ducati
goes right back to Rouge but Rouge turns him around and…..a
REVERSE TORNADO DDT!! GOOD GOD I THINK HE JUST BROKE DUCATI’S
NECK!!
Fred Estridge: Maybe he is dead?
Peter Roberts: Doubt it, and now it looks like Rog"ue" is going back for reinforcments as he leaves the ring, he reaches underneath & HE'S PULLED OUT THAT DAMNED SHOTGUN!!! NO! NO! He's NUTS REFF! Stop HIM! ...Rogue slides into the ring & the reff stands in front of the shotgun!
Fred Estridge: Ok, that's one dumb reff...
Peter Roberts: The reff gives Rogue the no-no LOOK & Rogue shrugs... Turns the shotgun to his head, pulls the TRIGGER & HOLY MOTHER OF ALMIGHTY GOD, he just blew... bl... He just BLEW HIS HEAD OFF?!!! Ducati looks a little ... well, shocked right now. He just stares.. The bell rings...
(Ducati looks shocked as the medical team casually wield away Rogues body as if it's an everyday thing.. Ducati still looks shocked.. "Ladies & Gentlemen, as the result of a death.. DUCATI WINS!!! He is your NEW INFAMOUS CHAMPION! HE IS DUCATI...!!!" ...Ducati still stands stunned before finally leaving the ringside (still stunned mind you... Rogue just blew his head off...)
Peter Roberts: Well.......that was neat, but ANYWAYS FOLKS... We're onto our next & FINAL MATCH OF THE EVENING & Good god gracious goodness almighty good godly good gods! What a night it has truly been & this next match has been changed in about 500 diffrent ways since it was FIRST announced... Archangel has NO PARTNER... Flashback has NO PARTNER... Lee Todd has NO PARTNER... I'm not exactly sure how this ones going to turn out, but it's a hell of an interesting layout...
(...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 opponent, hailing in from
Montreal, Canada... He weighs in at 245lbs & stands at
6'4"... He is
FLASHBACK!!!" ...He comes out
dressed in black and green comes walking down the ring to a huge
reaction from the crowd... The bell rings...)
(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. "...and there opponent, hailing in from
Darlington,
England.. He weighs in at 234lbs & stands at 5'9"... He
is LEE F'N TODD!" ...he rolls
under the bottom rope and shoves the announcer, kicks him in the
ribs, grabs him by the hair & flings him over the top-rope...
The bell rings...)
Peter Roberts: ...and this one is on... What started as a triple-threat tag match has become a triple-threat singles match... This is going to be hell & all three men are currently standing inside of the ring...
Fred Estridge: Lee F'n Todd's looking a little small right now...
Peter Roberts: there's a whole hell of alot of heat between all three of these competitor's right now... Flashback turns to Lee Todd & so DOES ARCHY! It looks like the tables are stacked against Lee Todd he... NO! Flashback turns around & boots Archangel in the ribs.. Lee todd runs in with a knee & the two of them begin stomping the life out of Archy.. There laying in the boots like theres no damned tommorow... OH! Lee scrapes Archy right across the damned face.. Flashback now lifts him to his feet & levels him with a single fist, knocking him back against the turnbuckle..
Fred Estridge: smart thinking, take out of the tougher opponent...
Peter Roberts: Flashback now begins stomping a mudhole into Archangel alongside of Lee Todd... Lee gives him a quick quit to the face, then turns around & nails Flashback across the face with a spinning heel kick... Flashback tumbles back a little stunner, Lee lays in another boot to the nose of Archangel & then runs at Flashback, but Flashy reads it, grabs Lee & sends him flying into the complete opposite corner than Archangels in... Flashback then lines up & runs in... OH! BODYSPLASH INTO THE CORNER... He turns around & runs at Archangel, he goes for a bodysplash but Archy READS IT & grabs Flashback in mid-air with a CHOKELIFT!
Fred Estridge: That man has power...
Peter Roberts: Lee comes running out of the other corner & runs up... GOOD GOD! He dropkicks the propelled Flashback right in the back as Archangel slams him down hard with a spinebuster... Lee leaps up to his feet & pulls Flashback back up to his feet.. Lee tosses Flashback into the ropes & sets up, but Archangel grabs Lee from behind & rips him down with a short-arm clothesline to the back of the neck & now Flashback runs at the un-suspecting Archangel & executes a very nice flying lariat, knocking Archy off of his feet...
Fred Estridge: Angels can fly...
Peter Roberts: Flashback now pushes off of the canvas & gets back to his feet just in time for Lee to hit him with a tremendous LOW BLOW... Flashy holds his crotch & wobbles forward... Lee Todd gets up to his feet & runs at Flashback, slides under his LEGS.. Flashback looks dazed as Lee Todd grabs him from behind & rips into him with a japanese STRANGLE HOLD! Good god, he's got it locked in tight & Flashbacks kicking around like a damned MAD MAN! ...Arcchange is back to his feet & stomps on Flashbacks stomach, causing Lee Todd to realease the hold...
Fred Estridge: Jesus, you gotta watch this match in pause...
Peter Roberts: Archangels now lifting Flashback up by the hair as Lee Todd uses the corner to climb back to his fee.. NO! Archangel launches Flashback into that very same corner but Lee see's it coming, leaps up on the turnbuckle quickly as Flashback NAILS it... Flashy stumbles forward as Lee Todd's off of the top-turnbuckle, comes over with a flip grabbing Flashbacks NECK & flipping neckbreaker off of the top-rope! VERY NICE... Lee Todd stands to his feet & ducks a big boot attempt by Archangel, he gets around him by the waist & try's to lift him up but Archy's too much & all Lee manages to do is throw his back up...
Fred Estridge: That height disadvantage is a big deal...
Peter Roberts: ...Archangel now turns around where Lee Todd launches a boot into his chest... Archangel stumbles back & then runs into him & SPEARS HIM TO THE DAMNED CANVAS! Good god almighty... Lee Todd's coughing up a fest of pain, Archangel now pulls him back up to his feet & grabs him around the throat... Flashback is up & he's climbing up onto the turnbuckle now.. Archangel going f... NO! HE DOES IT! CHOKESLAM! CHOKESLAM! CHOKESLAM... He slams Lee Todd down on his back HARD...
Fred Estridge: That's ok, I hear Lee likes it hard....
Peter Roberts: For gods sake Fre... WOAH! WOAH! Missile DROPKICK by Flashback sends Archangel falling flat on his back to the canvas... Lee Todd looks as though he's out cold & Flashbacks taking the moment to his own! He pulls up Lee's LEG & he's going for the pinfall...
one...
two...
th...
Fred Estridge: close one...
Peter Roberts: Good god, Todd still has fight left in him! I don't know how the hell he did it, but he somehow managed to kick out of that one & it looks as Though Archangel has finally managed to get back up to his feet & now he rolls out of the ring.. Flashback looks out at him & then back at Lee & pulls Lee up by the hair... He swings him agai.. NO! Lee reverses it & sends Flashback against the ropes... OH! He snaps him down with a hiptoss & A BAD ONE At that! Flashy's gonna be feeling that come tommorow morning...
Fred Estridge: Yeah, he'll be having Flashbacks! BAHAHA!
Peter Roberts: Blech.
Fred Estridge: Bad one huh?
Peter Roberts: REALLY BAD... Archangel has just slid two flat tables into the ring...
Fred Estridge: POTENTIAL!
Peter Roberts: ...Archangel now steps back up onto the apron & looks on inside of the ring as Flashback is whipped into the corner by Lee Todd... Archangel steps up the turnbuckle behind him & grabs Flashys arm & walks along the ropes.... Lee Todd grabs one of those tables & he's setting it up in the corner as Archangel walks along the ropes with Flashy... Stops, he lets go of Flashy's arm & THEN jumps off & CONNECTS WITH A DAMNED TORNADO DDT OFF THE ROPES! what BALANCE the FHW phenom HAS... Good god almighty, unbelievable...
Fred Estridge: Very nice!
Peter Roberts: Archangel now lifts Flashback back up to his feet & Lee Todd runs in from behind & FACEBUSTS BOTH MEN! Good god, good god... Archangel & Flashback don't look as though there in too good of condition right now... Lee's pulling Flashback up to his feet, he try's to whip him into the corner but NO! Flashy reverses it & sends Lee into the opposing corner WHERE THE TABLE IS ...
Fred Estridge: well, that was NEAT.
Peter Roberts: FOR THE LOVE OF GOD! what AGILITY by Lee Todd as he RUNS up the side of the table like a slide.. gets on the turnbuckle & crosses Flashback across the face with a flying spinning heel kick! He knocks Flashback halfway across the damned ring & now Archangel charges him, OH!!! Lee nails him in the chest & then goes for the DDT BUT NO! NO! Archangel SHOVES him backward & Lee falls through that TABLE set in the corner.. He cracks it right in half & now Flashback rolls Archangel up from behind...
one...
two...
th...
(The lights shut off... The Beutiful People by Marilyn Manson begins to play... They slide on to show Archangel kicked out of the move & Insomniac, Avalanch, and Demon heading down towards the ring...)
Peter Roberts: WHAT IN THE HELL?! WHAT IN THE HELL?! The LOST SOULS ARE HERE! THE LOST SOULS ARE HERE!
Fred Estridge: Oh yay, it's the job squad...
Peter Roberts: Lee todd is wieled up to his feet by Flashback now & tosses against the ropes.. Lee comes firing back & Flashback rips him down hard with a vicious spinebuster.. Archangel gets back up to his feet & begins to chase after Flashy when Demon reaches inside of the ring & trips him flat on his face... Avalanch & Insomniac pulls him outside of the ring... Good god almighty, the reff doesn't know what to do... He lets the match carry on as the Lost Souls begin to batter the hell of out the Archangel...
Fred Estridge: There making him look like that guy in Casino at the end...
Peter Roberts: OH! SPIKED PILEDRIVER by Avalanch & Demon... Good god... Insomniac now off of the apron with a springboard MOONSAULT! Good god almighty.. Flashback has just set that second table up in the middle of the ring.. He sets Lee Todd onto it & then climbs up on the tur... NO! NO! Lee slides off of the table while Flashy's turns to the turnbuckle & now Lee Todd runs at him & GOOD GOD! standing dropkick against Flashbacks BACK! Flashback falls forward on the turnbuckle & Lee Todd grabs him from behind & drops him with a belly-to-back SUPLEX... and a vicious one at that! I think I just heard Flashbacks spine pop out of place...
Fred Estridge: Intrigue has filled me.
Peter Roberts: Oh man... Gabriel has just nailed Insomniac in the back of the head with the baseball bat... He goes SHHHHHH to Avalanch & Avalanch has just burst out into flames.. Demon has hit the inside of the ring.. The security force is coming out with a fire extinguisher as Avalanch runs around painfully... Insomniacs out cold.. Demon runs in, pushes Lee Todd out of the way & pulls Flashback up to his feet... OH FOR GODS SAKE! That's his NEW MOVE.. THE DARK DAZE! THE DARK DAZED... A tazzmision submission into a damned SLAM! ... Good god almighty, I think Flashback is out cold... Lee Todd climbs the top-turnbuckle now... Demon lifts Flashback up.. HE HEAVES HIM UP WITH A PRESS.. He's pressing Flashback!
Fred Estridge: Oh damn, they put out the flames of Avalanch... WOAH!
Peter Roberts: Avalanch looks pissed & he storms at Gabriel & runs around the ring chasing him as Archangel slowly begin to climb into the ring... Demon heaves Flashback down from the press into a slam & slams him onto the table.. it doesn't BREAK BUT HERE COMES LEE TODD WITH A SWANTON BOMB... NO! NO! NO! RIGHT THROUGH THE DAMNED TABLE, HELL! I think that may have broken Flashback in HALF as well.. Lee Todd now rolls over for the pin on Flashback...
one...
two...
thre...
(The lights go out yet again.. This time they flash on to reveal Malkavian running down towards the ring & sliding into the ring...)
Peter Roberts: This guys a ROOKIE & he's just speared Lee Todd down & he's mounting him WITH PUNCHES! Good god, what the hell is going ON HERE?! For gods sake... Demon just grabbed Flashback once agai... NO! NO! Flashback gouges his eyes & then brings him down with a fireman's carry... Flashback turns toward him but Archangel grabs him from around the WAIST &... A VERTICAL SUPLEX! VERTICAL SUPLEX... This Khrai guy is just going off on Lee.. Lee's struggling to pull himself free, he grabs the ropes & struggles to get free but Malkai won't let go...
Fred Estridge: Well, now he does...
Peter Roberts: He finally stands up off of Lee & lifts him to his feet, Archangel's on the top-rope & Malkie into the corner where Archy is, ARCHY's off with the DEVINE RIGHTS! THe DEVINE Rights! The missile dropkick off of the top-rope... Archangel doesn't hesitate, covers Lee's throat FOR THE PIN!!! THIS IS IT FOLKS! THIS IS IT!
one...
two...
thr...
(Lights flash out...)
Peter Roberts: OH FOR THE LOVE OF...
(The lights flash back on to reveal five men surrounding the ring excluding the lost Souls & Malkhrai...)
Peter Roberts: ...what in the hell is all this about now?! This damned match is turning out to look like a lumberjack match & ... WHAT IN THE HELL?! Stu Price & the Chosen One have just started to walk down the rampway... The reff can't believe this... The origional three wrestlers are still in the ring but Archangels in the only one standing.. He grabs Flashback & pulls him to his feet.. He then climbs to the top-rope once again... OH! Stu Price slides into the ring as Archangel does the DEVINE RIGHTS... What in the HELL?! STUN CUTTER! STUN CUTTER! Stu Price just did the Stun Cutter on Archangel... Lee rolls over & pins Flashback as STU makes a PIN ON ARCHANGEL?!?!?!
one.. one...
two.. two...
three.. three.....
Peter Roberts: THE BELL IS RINGING?! THE BELL IS RINGING! What in the HELL IS THE MEANING OF THIS! What in the HELL IS THE MEANING OF THIS!
Fred Estridge: I think Stu Price & Lee Todd have just been dubbed the new tag champions...
Peter Roberts: Good god almighty.. The Chosen One slides into the ring now & helps Lee Todd up alongside with the help of Stu Price.. All three hold there hands up high... WOAH! WOAH! WOAH! The DRUIDS just STORMED THE DAMNED RING! THE DRUIDS JUST STORMED THE RING... Two of them grab Archangel & CHOKESLAM HIM DOWN! A double chokeslam.. One of them just cracked Flashback over the head with a chair & now there all starting to brutalised Lee, Chosen One, and Stu... There beating them down... What in the HELL IS GOING ON HERE?! ONE OF THOSE DRUIDS JUST PULLED THE MASK OF THE CHOSEN ONE OFF & it's... oh for gods sake...
Fred Estridge: OH MY GOD! IT's SCOT LAMONT! I NEVER SAW IT COMING! I NEVER SAW IT COMING!
Peter Roberts: Oh man oh man... Who the h... THE VIRUS IS HERE! THE VIRUS IS HERE! Good god.. The Lost Souls are on the outside of the ring debating what in the hell they should do next.. Milk'eh looks about ready to start some more shit.. This is absolutly beyond brutal & i'm loving every minute of it...
Fred Estridge: QUIET! The Virus SPEAKS...
Virus: You people have witness the destruction of 5 superstars, and you have seen the greatest force in the FHW EVER come together... They are TAMA...
(One of the druids removes his hood to reveal Tama...)
Virus: You have the SAMON WARRIOR!!
(The next druid removes his hood...)
Virus: You have The LAtin LOVER... Eddie Santana...!!!
(Eddie removes his hood...)
Virus: ...Sir Earl Robers the III'rd!
(Another removes his hood...)
Virus: ..."The BEAST" Jason Tilley...
(One more removes his hood...)
Virus: ...and "The Enforcer" MIKE ANDERSON!!! ...
(The last removes his hood...)
Virus: ...WE ARE THE OUTLAWS!!!!!!
(Suddenly the Outlaws begin assaulting everyone once again as Malkhrai dives into the ring, the Lost Souls dive into the ring & we have a full scale war on our hands... Virus slowly makes his way down to ringside as an image of the back parking lot appears.. We see Crusader with his bags packed walking away... We then see a car slam right into him & knocking him unconscious to the ground below... We see the car stop & out steps... DELERIUM who walks up to the cameraman hiding behind his mask.. He looks somewhat diffrent though... He stares into the camera...)
Delerium: ...and so ends another FHW superstar, as many more will follow... Virus, Samon Warrior, Eddie Santana, Sir Earl, Jason Tilley, Mike Anderson, Gabriel, Archangel, Flashback, Lamont, Stu Price, Lee Todd, Malkhrai, Avalanch, Demon, Insomniac.. You will all fall to my HANDS. Do you understand me?! It is now that is the beckoning... Goodbye.
(We fade to black...)