-- Live from Edmonton, Alberta -- 7:00 pm Eastern Time -- Northlands Coliseum -- FHW proudly presents --
i feel nothing, longing for something, relax take a moment to take your clothes off show me what your made of, drugs, to sooth me
(We bust into a montage of clips from FHW's past events..We view scenes of FHW's early beginnings of President Brown walking into VP Inglis's locker room & then hearing a single gunshot fire out.. We see a scene of the legandary Devine Rights being taken off from the top of the firkntron by Archangel as he plummets into the chest of the now-dead man. We see a scene of dastardly intentions from long ago as we see the limo of one Nino Brown & his clansmen. We see scenes of gore & blood, scenes not unforgotten by the memoirs of the FHW all beldned in nicely with Staind's Suffocate...)
all alone, leave me here i'm dying, all alone, just kick me in the face, all alone, all alone & trying, all alone, i suffocate
(More clips suddenly splash upon the firkntron as fireworks begin to stream up, but not bewildering the fans.. We see quick shots of Scorpion & Brian Lash going hardcore in one of there famous Ladder matches. We see a brutal scene of Archangel & Demon falling down with a ladder right on top of Archangel himself. We see Dre taking down an old FHW jobber with a violent hurricanrana, we see Sabotage getting blown halfway across the ring from an exploding barbed wire death match.. We see Insomniac looking out toward the fans & spraying a strange green mist from his mouth...)
i'm not gifted, slightly twisted, try hard; try harder just to see if i can push you any further, drugs, to soothe me
(...Another clip opens up, this time revealing a shot of Scot Lamont hammering the Backdoor Man in the back of the head with a beer bottle in a barroom brawl.. We see the Mounty powerbomb someone over a stareway at Spring Break.. We keep going & reveal a shot of Crusader holding the world title well above his head.. We go into a shot of Flashback in a fist fight with Demon.. We clip to show Crusader standing boldly at the first Last-Man-Standing.. We continue on...)
all alone, leave me here i'm dying, all alone, just kick me in the face, all alone, all alone & trying, all alone, i suffocate
(We fade into a scene of Nicolaus McOwen taking on Archangel with Scot Lamont at his corner, that turns into Archangel raising the hand of Crusader after a well-fought victory which molds into Tremere doing a screwjob to Demon & Archangel, finally finnally finnishing with Crusader preforming the End of the Road & then a final cut of Archangel kneeled down in front of Crusaders grave... Fade to black...)
-- Got Violence? --
Peter Roberts: LADIES & GENTLEMEN. Fresh off of FHW Forever... Firk'n Hardcore Wrestling takes another step into the milennium as we are left with a brand new President.. It would seem that the Scot found a clause in Brown's contract that gave the Scot FULL ACCESS TO the Presidency of the company, what's that mean?! We're not too sure, but god only knows what will happen TONIGHT..
Fred Estridge: Well, your absolutly right Petey.. GOD DOES KNOW. President Lamont.. The new generation! THE BETTER GENERATION! Our god has taken over & tonight I can almost guarantee that things are GOING... TO BE... VERY INTERESTING!
Peter Roberts: Well Freddy, that's a give-in.. Here in the land of the FHW.. Things are always... VERY... INTERESTING... So let's start the show off by giving you a quick look at the matches we have on store for you tonight... First of all, Scot Lamont with a very odd screwjob on his own commisioner on his first day in office, he goes off & sets Scorpion against Searching For Skills...
Fred Estridge: It's gonna be just like the good 'ol days & Scorpions gonna drop like a fly to ..uhmm... flypaper!
Peter Roberts: Yeah, right.. Thanks Fred... Following that a double debut.. Bloodstone will take on newcomer irishman Seamus O'Reilly.. Should be an interesting matchup, that's for sure... Bloodstone's been pretty quiet but Seamus' seems to have a hell of alot on his mind...
Fred Estridge: The guys as looney as the U.K. Crew for crying out loud! What's with these immigrants?! Can't they see the Firk'n one is the only one worthy of doing absolutly ANYTHING.. He is GOD afterall you know...
Peter Roberts: Third in tonights epic lineup...
Fred Estridge: OH YEAH.. By calling it an epic lineup, it really helps... Good job Petey boy...
Peter Roberts: [sigh] Third, Stu Price & Flashback will meet.. We're not sure what's gonna happen in this one, but with Flashback fighting, don't be surprised to see Lee F'n Todd too far behind.. He's been edging for a shot at Flashback since his arrival...
Fred Estridge: Lee beat up the Scot.. Lee is a BASTARD! KILL HIM! KILL HIM!
Peter Roberts: Woah, settle down there big guy... Next in tonights exciting lineup Insomniac meets up against Ducati & this is Ducati's LAST CHANCE to say a word, if he doesn't, mr. Lamont has guaranted him entrance way to the exit of the fed.. We'll see just how much the FHW means to Ducati tonight... AND LAST, but certainly not LEAST.. Archangel will team up for the VERY FIRST time with a member of his biggest opposing stable, a man he has had wars with.. A man who barely managed to survive at the PPV, Demon... Archy & Demon face up against the two newcomers, Shinji & Tremere... Folks, tonights gonna be a DANDY!
Fred Estridge: God only hopes...
Peter Roberts: ...so without further ado...
Fred Estridge: I hate this opening sentence.. no other fed has an opening fed sentence, why the HELL do we have one?!
Peter Roberts: ...IT'S TIME TO GET HARDCORE!!!!
Fred Estridge: Doh!
Peter Roberts: ...Well folks.. What the hell?!
(We go to a backstage image showing a man in a hat & a tuxedo walking up the hallway.. He's carrying flowers by his side & walks a little quirky.. He stops at a room, the camera pans around to read the sign...)
U.K. Crew
(...We see the man knocking on the door... Lee F'n Todd & Stu Price both stand at the doorway with eyes that look as though they were saying, what in the hell.. The man smiles & we hear him starting to sing...)
Man: I... Am... Your singing telegram.. Doo dah dee dah.. I Am... Your sing...
(...Before he finnishes the sentence, Lee Todd smokes him right across the side of the face & grabs the flowers...)
Stu Price: Who's it from?
Lee Todd: Doesn't say.
(The firkntron fades to black...)
Peter Roberts: What in the HELL was that?! Somebody just had flowers delivered to Todd & Price apparently, but it didn't say who in the hell they were from?!
Fred Estridge: WELL MAYBE if BIFF & BILL didn't play bum-buddy's they could have heard it in the song! It was catchy you know...
Peter Roberts: Well Fred, if you ever get fired from FHW.. At least you'll have a place to go... Anyways folks, we here at FHW Headquarters feel it is time to stop wasting time with worthless babble & now time to bring you to the first match of the evening between.. Searching for Skillz & Scorpions... This one's gonna be a dandy...
(..."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. After a moment of posing, the two run down the ramp... "Ladies & Gentlemen, the following match is schedueld for one fall.. it is a HANDICAP MATCHUP... Currently making there way to ringside, weighing in at a total-combined weight of 475lbs.. They are the tag-team known as SEARCHING FOR SKILLZ!!!"...They then slide into the ring & wait there opponent...)
(Highway to Hell hits the loudspeaker
& the crowd erupts in cheers.. Scorpion steps out to a bunch
of pyro's burning off in every which direction, he steps out
&
pleasently makes contact with the crowd, he blows one lady a kiss
which almost causes her to faint... He struts down the rampway
like he's gods gift to FHW...
"...and there opponent... He is
the COMMISIONER OF THE FHW.... He is currently making his way to
ringside, standing at 6'2" & standing at 262lbs.... He
hails in from Miami, Florida & he is the former WORLD
championship... He is COMMISH SCORPION!!!" ...He slides into the ring & poses for the
crowd as the bell rings...)
Peter Roberts: ...it looks as though this one is on.. Searching for Skillz are standing inside of the ring trying to decide who wants to take Scorpion on first.. Scorpion is standing at the ready, he's eyeing both men, and HELL! Even the reff.. Where's the trust here... It looks as though TJ Thomas is gonna be the first to take on Scorpion... They lock up at the wrists...
(Meet the Creeper begins to slowly start as Insomniac steps out from under the curtain in a very cryptic manner...)
Fred Estridge: What's this tit doing here?!
(He walks down by the ringside & then steps up on the apron & gives Scorpion a nod, Scorpion nods back & then turns around...)
Peter Roberts: IT looks like Insomniac is returning the favour for Scorpion here as Scorpion turns around & OH! Cheap shot by TJ, he just leveled Scorp across the face with a powerfull right hook! That knocks Scorp tumbling backward, he shakes it off & returns fire sending TJ into his own corner.. It looks as though Stumps giving him some encouragment & now TJ runs out & knocks Scorp in the chest with a vile knee... OH, but Scorpion returns fire with a vicious uppercut that sends TJ back once again...
Fred Estridge: Nice uppercut! My grandma could do bet...
Peter Roberts: ...Remember two weeks ago?
Fred Estridge: You didn't lemme finnish! My grandma could do bets on card games, but she couldn't take an uppercut like that, no way, no how... eep...
Peter Roberts: OH! That's what I thought you said... Scorpion now pushing TJ against the ropes & whips him across the other side of the ring, TJ hits the ropes & flings back into a bodyslam by the Commish who slams him down hard on his back.. Scorpion now backs into the corner & makes the tag to the Sleepless one.. The Insomniac steps under the second rope & steps into the ring.. Scorpion pulls TJ up with a full-nelson & Insomniac lets go a vicious chop across the chest... Scorpion leaves the ring & now Insomniac grabs his head & wails it into the turnbuckle!
Fred Estridge: That's gonna leave a mark! Not much of a one mind you...
Peter Roberts: Insomniac firing TJ's head into that turnbuckle like a damned doll.. Insomniac now turns him around & throws him into the opposing turnbuckle... Insomniac runs following RIGHT AFTER, but TJ hits the turnbuckle, turns around & fires out with a decapitating clothesline to the Sleepless One!
Fred Estridge: The Sleepless one has just been laid down to sleep it seems...
Peter Roberts: TJ tags in Stump now.. Stump hops over the top rope & quickly grabs Insomniac up off of the ground.. TJ's climbing the top-rope, what in the HELL?! Stump drops Insomniac with a Reverse underhook DDT (Impailer), he quickly rolls away & TJ drops a leg along the back of the Insomniac & now Stumps rolls him over & makes for the pin... Scorpions hits the ring instantly but he gets cutoff by TJ & Stump breaks the pinfall.. The reff argues Scorpion back into the corner as TJ & Stump whip Insomniac into the ropes.. Insomniac comes back & they both heave him up by a leg & WHAM! They fall back & let Insomniacs NECK hit the ropes!
Fred Estridge: Scorpion did more harm than good there...
Peter Roberts: TJ rolls out just as the reff turns around & Stump presses Insomniac down against the matt for the pin...
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Peter Roberts: ...and a kickout at the two! Stump stands up & pulls Insomniac into the corner as he makes the tag to TJ.. TJ leaps into the ring & the two Skillz members go to work downtown on Insomniac as they both stomp a mudhole into him.. Stump steps out of the ring & TJ lifts Insomniac up & rams his head into the turnbuckle! Looks like payback for earlier.. Insomniac turns around & looks as though he's about to launch a fist but NO! Stump grabs his arm as he was pulling it back & snaps it down against the ropes, Insomniac pulls his arm in as TJ grabs him around the waist & WHAMMA! Belly-to-belly overhead SUPLEX!
Fred Estridge: He flew like a bird!
Peter Roberts: Scorpion's getting edgy for a tag here as Insomniac struggles to get to the corner... He reaches up but NO! TJ grabs him by the leg & pulls him back.. He grabs him up off of the canvas & ATOMIC DROP! Atomic DROP! Insomniac hobbles around in a circle & then gets laid out by a single haymaker on part of Thomas... As Insomniacs falling, TJ grabs his legs & FALLS BACK! CATAPULT! CATAPULT! He launches Insomniac back toward the opposing corner & sends him straight on his own face!
Fred Estridge: That's gonna leave a nasty road pavement burn... Should be quite the improvment.
Peter Roberts: I don't think Insomniac knows where he is right now, as he's slowly pushing off of his feet & now he's on hands & knee's.. He turns around slowly, but NO! TJ sells him in the face with a violent looking dropkick! Man! Right to the HEAD! TJ now grabs Insomniacs arm & pulls it up while tagging Stump.. Stump lines up, Springboards to the inside of the ring & Drops a bodydrop along Insomniacs DAMNED ARM! TJ rolls out & now Stump throws Insomniac into the corner & he's working him with lefts & rights! Oh man, he's got him locked into the corner... Stump now pulls him up so he's sitting on the top-rope...
Fred Estridge: This looks intigueing.
Peter Roberts: Stump's climbing up now & delivers five consecutive punches to Insomniacs head, and now what?! FRANKENSTEINER out of the CORNER! He sends Insomniac flying to the canvas.. Stump looks back & then climbs back to the top-rope... Insomniac's not moving &... & FROG SPLASH! Frog Splash by Stump! He holds onto it...
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Fred Estridge: Bastard!
Peter Roberts: NO! Scorpion runs in a breaks the pin with his foot, but the reff is already banishing him to his corner...
Fred Estridge: Good job reff! don't take shit!
Peter Roberts: MEANWHILE, TJ has just entered the ring.. Him & Stump each grab Insomniacs legs AND CRUNCH! Make a WISH! A vicious wishbone now... TJ claps his hands & Stump rolls out of the ring, the reff turns around & he's been fooled dammit! They didn't tag..!
Fred Estridge: Yes they did! They just happened to both be in the ring when they did it...
Peter Roberts: TJ whips Insomniac into the ropes.. Insomniac storms back, TJ gets around him & grabs him up with a full-nelson... OH! HE FALLS BACK! Full NELSON PLEX into a PIN! Full-nelson PLEX into a PIN...
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Peter Roberts: Good god, somehow.. Someway, Insomniac managed to kick out of that one & TJ looks a little peaved at the reff, he shoves him into the corner & Insomniac is slowly getting to his feet, TJ shakes his head at the reff & then focuses back on Insomni... HE SPRAYED THE MIST! GOOD GOD! Insomniac just sprayed a green mist all over TJ who backs off, Insomniac now dives into the corner & TAGS Scorpion! Scorpion is IN! Scorpion is IN!
Fred Estridge: Zippity doo dah..
Peter Roberts: TJ gets clotheslined all to hell & now Stumps on the top-rope, he fly's off for a missile dropkick but Scorpion READS IT! Catches him & uses his own momentum against him with a backbreaker! Stump's been broken in half.. TJ's back up & turns Scorpion around from behind, he launches a fist in but Scorpion catches it, grabs his jaw & JAWBREAKER! JAWBREAKER! Good god. Stump rolls out of the ring & TJ is lifted to his feet by Scorpion... Scorpion launches him into the ropes... Stump comes back & Scorpion grabs him, OH! He lifts him up with a PRESS! Good god, look at the POWER. This man used to be a LIGHTWEIGHT champion, but he's grown.
Fred Estridge: Juice monkey.
Peter Roberts: He has Stump press in the air like NOTHING.. TJ's trying to get in to make the save but the reff's blocking him & FINALLY. FINALLY Scorpion lets him fall with a powerslam.. He's grabbing TJ's legs now, cinching them in & he's got a TEXAS CLOVERLEAF locked in the middle of the damned RING! He's got a cloverleaf locked on in the middle of the ring... TJ doesn't look as though he can take much more.. HE'S TAPPING! HE'S TAPP... Wait a minute, the Reff's attention is still on Stump! Good god! Scorpion finally lets go & walks over to the reff as TJ tries to recouperate...
Fred Estridge: Searching for Skillz are the brains of this match.. There carrying it...
Peter Roberts: There getting destroy.. what the hell is this now.. Scorpions talking to the reff & WHAM! ..TJ comes in from behind for gods sake & smokes Scorpions face into the canvas with a two handed facebuster! GOOD GOD! He smokes Scorpion down HARD & then makes the tag to Stump who climbs up to the top-turnbuckle.. BUT WAIT! Insomniac just got in & ran against the ROPES! Stump falls down right on his own damned CROTCH & Scorpion just LOW BLOW TJ from behind... Scorpions back to his feet now.. He's lining TJ up but NO! NO! TJ DUCKS & Scorpion SUPERKICKS the REFF just as Stump is back up & ROLLS Scorpion up for a small package!
Fred Estridge: 1,2,3 ITS OVER!
Peter Roberts: Doesn't look that way.. Scorpion knocked the reff completly out.. The reff's having pleasent dreams right about now... This one should be over right now, but he's on-going... Another reff is making his way down to ringside... Scorpion steps away & tags Insomniac back in... Insomniac runs at Stump & knee's him in the forehead just as he's getting UP! Man, that looked like it hurt.. Insomniac is now lifting him up to his feet... THE SIGN OF THE BEAST! THE SIGN OF THE BEAST! GOOD GOD! THE DRAGON SUPLEX! This one is over.. Insomniac rolls him over for the pin...
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Peter Roberts: WHAT IN THE HELL?!
Fred Estridge: I like this reff...
Peter Roberts: THE REFF STOPPED THE COU... Wait a MINUTE! That's not a reff, it's MCCRAKKEN & he's GOT BRASS NUCKLES & HE JUST CLOCKED Insomniac right in the head, Scorpion hits the ring & McCrakken cracks him across the head... Johnny rolls out of the ring as the real reff wakes up just in time to see Stump pinning Insomniac... Johnny McCrakken is standing on the outside of the ring with his arms folded, nodding nicely & a huge grin on his face...
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Fred Estridge: ...Searching for Skillz pulls off YET another VICTORY in an unbelievable one-sided MATCH. They didn't even need help!
Peter Roberts: OH COME ON.. IF the reff had just paid more attention he would have seen TJ tapping earlier.. This is a screwjob on part of McCrakken & I don't think we've seen the end of it as of yet.. What a start to an intrigueing night... Jesus, that was an absolutly incredible fig.. what the HELL?!
(The firkntron flashes to backstage where we see Plague walking around with the hardcore title draped over his shoulder, he moves boldly & looks like he's got the confidence of everything...)
Peter Roberts: What's the point of this one?
Fred Estridge: ...Give it time.. There building to something...
(...We continue to watch Plague slowly pursue his way through the corridor when a door opens right in his face, knocking him back with a bloodied nose.. The man who steps through the door is Tumbler & he's got a sledgehammer...)
Peter Roberts: OH GOD.. not this guy again, doesn't he ever GIVE UP?!
Fred Estridge: This guy rocks! He's the only member of the UK Crew I actually LIKE...
(..We see tumbler take the sledge hammer & jam it right into the ribs of Plague, knocking him right to the ground, winded...)
Peter Roberts: JESUS! What the HELL Was that for?! Plague earned that title DAMMIT! Plague earned that TITLE!
(...Tumbler drops the sledgehammer on the ground, then looks around innocently, he gives a smile & a nod to the camera, then picks the hardcore title off of the ground & runs away giggling like a schoolgirl... The Firkntron fades to black...)
Peter Roberts: WHAT IN THE HELL!? We have got to get better security! That's two belts that are being held by people who don't own them NOW! For crying out loud, this is rediculous! ..Good god, well folks... We now move on to our second match of the evening paring up Seamus 'O Reilly against fellow newcomer, Bloodstone.. This is gonna be a good one! Call it a hunch, but i can feel it in my blood...
Fred Estridge: Nice cheesy monologue since there's a guy named Bloodstone in the match...
Peter Roberts: I try when i can...
(The Fight Song blares over the PA system and the isle is momentarily engulfed in flames. When the fire dies down, a man is seen. His death black hair falls to his shoulders. A red-skull mask covers his face. He sports a black cloth cloak. As he steps up onto the apron, he disgaurds the cloak revealing a blood red tanktop, and a pair of black trunks with a pair of skull boots. He climbs the turnbuckle and stares demonically into the crowd. "Ladies & Gentlemen, the following match is schedueled for one fall.. Currently standing inside of the ring, making his in-ring debut.. He weighs in at 265lbs & stands at 6'6"... He hails in from the Nevada Desert.. He is... BLOODSTONE!!!" ..Some fans cheer, mostly boo's though.. There not quite sure what to make of him...)
("Bleed" by Soulfly energizes the crowd, meanwhile the Firkntron shows scenes of the mayhem created by IRA bombs. As Seamus steps through the entranceway pyrotechnics dazzle the crowd. The Firkntron shows a lone IRA gunman in fatigues and a ski mask daring the British Army to engage him. And through the pyros steps Seamus, arrogantly making his way to the ring... "...and his opponent, he hails in from Belfast, Northern Irland.. He weighs in at 256lbs & stands at 6'5"... He is also making his in-ring debut.. He is... SEAMUS O'Reilly!!!" ..Most of the crowd cheers, the other part of the crowd stays silent... They fear the IRA... The bell rings...)
Peter Roberts: ..and this one is on & right away Seamus grabs Bloodstone & lets go of a knee right into his chest.. He grabs Bloodstone & cinches in a simple headlock & begins grinding his head with his elbows.. Bloodstone's desperatly trying to pull Seamus off but Seamus is build like a wall.. Seamus lets go & Bloodstone pushes off.. He goes right back at Seamus with a mercy dare.. O'Reilly takes the challenge & snaps Bloodstones hands down with a vicious wristlock.. Bloodstone's desperatly trying to remain calm, but you can see the pain in his eyes...
Fred Estridge: Sheesh, what a whiner...
Peter Roberts: Seamus forces him back against the ropes while still holding his hands down, OH! He launches another knee to the chest of Bloodstone, and another! Another... Now he grabs the wrists & pulls back & pulls away, throwing Bloodstone to the canvas almost with a double arm takedown... Bloodstone hits the canvas hard but he's got resilliancy... He's right back up to his face & charges at Seamus with a clothesline, Seamus ducks under it, grabs Bloodstone from behind, pulls him around & front-bodyslam! He crushes Bloodstone across the canvas & now cinches in the CLAW!
Fred Estridge: ...Another man has a hand down another mans throat.. That's disturbing in ways i can mention...
Peter Roberts: It looks as though it's having quite the effect on Bloodstone.. Bloodstone's kicking around like a damned fish.. I sware it... He reaches out & grabs the ROPES! Seamus isn't letting go.. The reff FINALLY pries his finger's from Bloodstones mouth... Seamus looks up with him & the reff backs off, Seamus stands up shaking his head & then reaches down & pulls Bloodstone up by the underside of his neck.. He grabs him & swings him agai... NO! Bloodstone reverses it & sends Seamus against the ropes.. Seamus comes rocketing back & RIGHT INTO A HUGE right foot by Bloodstone! MAN!
Fred Estridge: Jesus, Bloodstone's flexible.. That's not very manly if you ask me..
Peter Roberts: Bloodstone just ripped into him like he was nothing & has just stopped Seamus's onslaught.. Bloodstone's now pulling O'Reilly back up by the hair & chucks him very non-chalent into the corner & now Plague's hitting with with lefts & rights to every spot he can find... He lets go one final right, right into the head of Seamus knocking him forward where Bloodstone grabs him & rips him into the opposing corner.. Semaus hits it chest first & then Bloodstone comes running in from behind & BODY SPLASH! Man, an avalanch right into the corner... Seamus backs away slowly from the corner where Bloodstone grabs him from behind, pulls him up.. Spinning pump handle slam! MAN! What POWER...
Fred Estridge: Both of these guys are pretty even in the power department, but Bloodstone's got that extra leverage...
Peter Roberts: Bloodstone reaches down &.. NO! He stretches Seamus's face with a foot stretch right on the FACE! Seamus is holding his head in pain & now Bloodstone lets go of a big boot right in his chest, Seamus hunches over his chest in pain as Bloodstone grabs his arm & pulls him to his feet, he goes for a single-arm clothesline, but NO! Seamus got under it, DROPKICKS Bloodstone into the corner... Bloodstone comes storming out & Seamus grabs him, rips him around & cinches his chin back with a crossface! GOOD GOD! Bloodstone's DESPERATLY trying to escape his clutches.. He's got his foot on the rope! He's got his foot on the rope!
Fred Estridge: Lucky bastard!
Peter Roberts: Seamus is forced to let go & now what?! He's right in the reff's face.. NO WAIT! Bloodstone ROLLS HIM UP FROM BEHIND! Bloodstone ROLLS HIM UP FROM BEHIND!
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Peter Roberts: Woah, close one.. Almost a big loss for Seamus there as Bloodstone hits with a schoolboy... Seamus & Bloodstone are both up again.. There both off the ropes & DOUBLE CLOTHESLINE! They send each other to the shitters with that vicious move! ..Both men already looking to have fatigue set in, but they have been giving it there all 'thus far... Semaus is pulling himself up using the turnbuckle & Bloodstone is pushing himself back up to his feet.. Here comes SEAMUS & THERE GOES SEAMUS! Bloodstone spikes him down with a violent tackle to the canvas & he uses Seamus's own momentum against him! Christ, i'm surprised he didn't spike him through the damned canvas!
Fred Estridge: That cool stuff only happens at PPV's...
Peter Roberts: This is atrocious folks... Bloodstone rolls away from O'Reilly now & reaches down pulling him back up to his feet.. He grabs him, and turns around slowly... slowly... OH! NECKBREAKER! Good god, that had some extra leverage on it & O'Reilly's coughing badly now.. Bloodstone turns him over slightly & then forces in a vertical press..
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Peter Roberts: OH, almost a three count there, but O'Reilly musters enough energy to kick out of that one.. Bloodstone's scratching his head, he doesn't know how to put Seamus aw... OR DOES HE?! He's climbing the TOP-ROPE.. He's climbing to the top-rope.. But I think he's already waisted too much time.. He points down at Seamus & FLY'S OFF THE TURNBUCKLE!
Fred Estridge: Holy shit! That's the best air time i've ever seen...
Peter Roberts: He's going for the Jimmy snuka SPLASH but nobody's there to TAKE IT! Good god, Bloodstone fly's down right on his own damned CHEST.. Good god, that must've hurt... Bloodstone's holding his chest in agony now & there's Seamus to introduce himself with a DAMNED NAKLE LOCK! BLOODSTONE'S ALMOST TAPPING! He's holding his head.. He can't believe how much he hurts right now.. He's stuck in the middle of the ring desperatly trying to pull himself to the ropes...
Fred Estridge: OH! Seamus pulls him back before he has a chance to touch the ropes! Look at Bloodstone.. He's almost crying, baha! I love it!
Peter Roberts: OH! Seamus lifts Bloodstones leg up & snaps it back down against the canvas & apply's the ankle lock again! GOOD GOD! Bloodstone still isn't giving up, this kid still HAS FIGHT! O'Reilly lifts his leg up AGAIN & snaps it down again, and once again cinches in the ankle lock, and forces it to a point I didn't think was humanly possible! Bloodstone's almost ready to tap, look at his face! He can't take much more of this... FINALLY Seamus lets go & Bloodstone's instantly to his feet.. He's hopping around in pain.. He wobbles around & turns face to face with Seamus who armdrags him down, turns around on his back, pulls the LEG! & turns around, lifting Bloodstone into the AID WITH AN INVERTED STF! Bloodstone's TAPPING! He's got nowhere to go & Seamus has him in the clutches of the Bloody Sunday! GOOD GOD! What a fitting name for a finnisher! Bloodstone has just tapped & Seamus will walk away here tonight with his first victory & what a helatious matchup...
Fred Estridge: Seamus is leaving Bloodstone for dead, but unfortunatly.. No such luck, Bloodstone's still moving.. Slowly, but moving...
Peter Roberts: ..more like limping & something else has just appeared on the firkntron...
(We look up at the firkntron to see a scene of the U.K. Crew's dressing room, there all scratching there heads...)
Peter Roberts: What the hell's going on now?
(...The camera pans away & looks in the center of there locker room to see an irish cross lying on a bench...)
Fred Estridge: The U.K. Crew has had alot of interesting happenings as of late...
(Lee looks at it & brings it to his face, shrugs.. He then tosses it into the garbage can... The firkntron fades to black...)
Peter Roberts: It looks as though the UK Crew is experiencing a hell of alot of interesting interuptions tonight.. There marked, but we have no idea who in the hell by WHO... Folks, we have yet another match for you coming RIGHT UP...
Peter Roberts: Well folks, we're back & ready to get right into the action & what a night we've had so far, everythings been going on backstage, and the main focus seems to be on the U.K. Crew.. God only knows what they have in store for tonight but god knows that it's gonna be a might be interesting! ...Especially in this next event with two roster headers Stu Price & Flashback... Word backstage has it that Brown did this match to taunt Flashback, but i guess we're going to have to wait & see...
("Bodyrock" By Moby begins to play and Stu Price makes his way out. He walks down the aisle, taking his time to wave to the fans, then he jumps into the ring and stares toward the entrance way... "Ladies & Gentlemen, the following contest is schedueled for one fall... First, being accompanied by Tumbler, hailing in from Darlington, England... He stands at 5"11 weighing in at about 240 lbs. He IS YOUR Intercontinental Champion and one half of the Tag Team Champions..He represents the U.K. CREW... He IS....STU PRICE!" ...He fgives a curteous wave as his opponents music starts...)
(...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, currently making his way to the ring from Montreal,
Canada... He weighs in at 245lbs & stands at 6'4"... He
is the FHW WORLD CHAMPION...HE
IS...FLASHBACK!!!" The crowd
roars in approval at the mention of his name, and roars even
louder as he walks from out of the back. Dressed in black and
green, Flashback walks slowly down to the ring as the crowd
continues cheering... He then slides into the ring... The bell
rings...)
Peter Roberts: ...and this one is on, a hell of alot of intensity in the air here.. Both men are circling each other, looking for any sign of weakness.. Tumbler is standing outside of the ring cheering Price on... Tumbler has the hardcore title tied around his waist.. Arrogant bastard. Stu reaches up & catches hands with Flashback in a wristlock... Both men are roughly the same size but Flashback towers over Price in the height category... He uses his leverage against Price & then nails him with a boot to the gut..
Fred Estridge: Smart man, use what little you do have to benefit yourself against the opponent...
Peter Roberts: ..He's forcing Stu's wrists down now & now there backwards & Stu's prancing around in pain, Flashback grabs both of his hands & snaps them down again! Stu's is bouncing around trying to free himself of the hold, but no before Flashback brings him in with a vicious headbutt.. He lets go & Stu tumbles backward.. Flashback grabs him by the arms & whips him into the ropes... Stu Price springs out with a shoulder press, knocking Flashback against the ropes himself, but he keeps on his feet.. Stu gets up slowly...
Fred Estridge: Flashback lunges at him with a fury of lefts & rights..
Peter Roberts: ...He grabs Stu once again & goes to whip him against the ropes, but this time Stu reverses it & sends Flashback flying against the ropes.. Flashback comes back as Stu ducks an on-coming clothesline... Flashback hits the opposing ropes & runs at Stu who leaps up! HURRICANRANA! Beutifully crafted & he takes Flashback down to size... Stu turns around now & drops a knee right in Flashbacks throat! Flashback kicks up in pain & now Stu stands & DROPS ANOTHER knee along Flashy's throat...
Fred Estridge: These UK Crew are nothing to do with fairness.. I can't understand why i can't just give them a chance...
Peter Roberts: Stu drops another knee along the throat of Flashback before the reff grabs him & pulls him away.. Flashbacks kicking & pounding all over the place... He's like a bat out of hell & now Stu turns back to him & grabs him by the hair, slowly pulling him back up to his feet... OH! He fists Flashback hard in the gut, and then tosses him into the corner.. Stu backs off & then runs in... He dives in for a SPEAR, but NO! Flashback caught it, cinches him up for a powerbom... WAIT! ...Now Price reverses it into yet another hurricanrana & sends Flashback on his way! Good god!
Fred Estridge: Gonna have to watch this match in slow motion...
Peter Roberts: Stu's back up & runs at Flashback who's already back up & takes Price down with an armdrag takedown.. Flashback backs off & Stu charges him again, this time he whips him down for a hiptoss but Price will not stay down, he's right back up to his feet & charges at Flashback who catches him & Tilt-a-whirl Backbreaker! Good god, that slows Price right down, and I think that took alot out of the FHW World Champion as well.. Flashback looks like he's at a loss for air...
Fred Estridge: What the hell kind of champ gets tired?! LOSER!
Peter Roberts: ...a hard fighting champion... Flashback's pulling Stu back up to his feet now.. He whips him into the ropes... Stu comes back & Flashback takes him down with a hard backbodydrop! Stu drops like a ton of bricks & now Flashback turns around & makes for the cover...
one...
Peter Roberts: ...and that's it! A one count.. Stu kicks out after the one...
Fred Estridge: Persistent little bastard..
Peter Roberts: Flashback's back up.. He runs off the ropes for a springboard moonsault, but no-luck! All he hits is the canvas as Price rolls out of the way just in the knick of time.. Flashy landed right on his damned chest & now Stu's using the ropes to get back to his feet... He runs to flashback & does a somersault backflip right on top of Flashy.. Flashy's holding his chest in pain & now Stu uses the ropes for leverage & he's choking Flashback out with a boot choke! The reff is trying desperatly to pry him away.. Flashy's weaving every which direction trying to get away... Stu turns around to confront the reff & WHAT THE HELL!? Tumbler... just pulled Flashback out of the ring.. He grabs him & whips him into the gaurdrail! C'mon REFF!
Fred Estridge: This is intelligence at it's finest!
Peter Roberts: Flashback hits the gaurdrail & falls forward where Tumbler grabs him by the head & smokes him right into the side of the apron.. Stu's still got the reff misguided... Tumbles now grabs Flashy in a clothesline, but Flashback retains his balance, but Tumbler nails him with a superkick to the side of the face.. GOOD GOD. Tumbles goes down & pulls Flashback right back up to his feet.. He now rolls him into the ring & Stu walks by the reff, the reff is shrugging his shoulders... Stu whips Flashback against the ropes... Flashback comes back & Stu goes for the Stun-Cutter! BUT NO LUCK! Flashback pushes off..
Fred Estridge: Don't get much luckier than that...
Peter Roberts: Stu now comes back with a vicious right elbow right to the side of Flashbacks head! ...Stu's now back & leaps up to the top-turnbuckle... Flashback slowly stumbles into the corner & STU WITH A SPEAR From the top-rope! He rips into Flashback & spears him hard to the canvas! I think that knocked the wind right out of him...
Fred Estridge: What? You think...? NAH! No way...
Peter Roberts: I'de apreciate you kept the sarcasm at a minimum Freddy... Stu's got the leg of Flashy now..
one...
two...
Peter Roberts: ...just short of a three count, but damned if Flashback wasn't a resilient bastard.. Stu's having trouble believing it himself & now Todd slides a metal chair into the ring... This is hardcore wrestling & unfortunatly.. This is 100% allowed...
Fred Estridge: This is 100% GREAT.
Peter Roberts: Stu's pulling Flashback back up to his feet now..He whips him into the ropes.. Flashback comes back & ROCKER DROPPER! ROCKER DROPPER! He rocker drops Flashback straight down on the DAMNED CHAIR! Good god! Good god.. Stu turns around & darts up the turnbuckle.. He turns around... AIR TIME! AIR TIME! HE CONNECTS! Frog SPLASH into a VERTICAL PRESS! This IS IT! THIS IS IT!
one...
two...
thre...
Peter Roberts: NO! Dammit, Flashback BARELY kicks out of that one & Stu can't believe it.. He's hitting his head, he doesn't have a clue about how to Flashback away here... He's grabbing his arm & pulling him back to his feet once again.. WAIT! WAIT! Flashback with a LOW BLOW! Flashback with a low blow... He now grabs Stu's legs & trips him down & now locks in a SCORPION DEATHLOCK! GOOD GOD! Flashback has a scorpion deathlock locked in HARD & Stu is screaming hard! NO! Tumbler just grabbed Stu's hand & pulled it forward onto the ROPES! This is pathetic!
Fred Estridge: This is classy stuff...
Peter Roberts: The reff tells Flashback to break the hold & Flashback can't believe it.. He's pointing toward the rest of the U.K. Crew who whistle innocently in the corner.. This is an extremly tolorable reff it seems as Flashback pulls Stu back up to his feet... OH! He whips him HARD into the corner.. Flashback then sets in... NO! Tumbler reaches in & grabs Flashbacks leg, tripping him down face first on the canvas & the reff turns & OH GOOD. He's swaring at Tumbles now, yeah.. That's gonna accomplish alot! Stu's coming out of the corner & picking that steel chair up...
Fred Estridge: This is gonna be great!
Peter Roberts: Stu runs in with that chair, but NO! Flashback kicks it right back in his FACE... Stu's busted wide open & now Flashback trips him by the legs... Lifts him up... He's twirling! He's got a higher leverage rack airplane spinny thing locked in & Stu looks like he's about to pass out & FINALLY! Flashback drops him with a DVD! That's a move he likes to call the Vertigo! We haven't seen that in AGES.. he hits in a vertical press on Stu now...
Fred Estridge: Baha, the reff's still having a chat with Lee Todd...
Peter Roberts: What the HELL?! ONE, TWO, THREE, ONE, TWO, THREE, ONE, TWO, THREE... COME ON REFF GOD DAMMIT! OH! He finally turns around now...
one...
two...
thr...
Peter Roberts: ...NO! He kicks out at the last minute! Flashback should have already LEGITMATLY beaten him, not once.. but TWICE. This is rediculous.. Stupid reff! Flashback's giving him the verbal bashing of a lifetime, but Stu's back up from behind him with that chair & THWACK! MAN! He cracks Flashback right across the damned SPINE & sends him body first to the canvas! Good god... Stu sits down on him & pulls back! HE's got a CAMEL CLUTCH locked in! Good god! Flashback's trying desperatly to escape the hold...
Fred Estridge: Flashback should just give up while he's got the chance...
Peter Roberts: NO SUCH LUCK! He's got the ropes & the reff pulls Stu off of him... Stu's arguing with him... AND WHAT THE HELL?!?!
(Lee F'n Todd burts out from the entrance way driving a bulldozer, right through the propeganda for Ricochet on the entrance way & slowly, very slowly starts moving toward the ring...)
Fred Estridge: Holy sh*t Lee F'n' Todd just burst through the
Friday Night set driving a bulldozer. He just hopped out of the
vehicle and he's sprinting down the isle. By the Garden Rake he
has in his hands his intentions can't be good.
Peter Roberts: I've never seen any good come of Lee's presence at
ringside and this time should be no difference. Damn it he's
supposed to be barred from the arena tonight, Lamont will be
furious.
Fred Estridge: I hate that bastard first he took out Lamont and
now he wants the champ. If I didn't have a job to do here at the
announce table I'd go out there and kick his ass
mysel………… THUD
Peter Roberts: What the f*ck Lee F'n' Todd just dived over the
announce table and rained down on Fred with a hail of lefts and
rights. OH MY GOD Freddy are you alright. He's got Fred set up
for it right on top of the table. Holy sh*t he just drove Fred
straight through the table with the F*ck U. And now he's putting
on Freds head set.
Lee F'n' Todd: Why hello Peter didn't see you there. I just
thought I'd drop in and offer you my thoughts on this fantastic
none title encounter between Flashback and Stu.
Peter Roberts: You bastard, you stupid egotistical bastard,
someone get Fred some help out here.
Lee F'n' Todd: What's wrong Roberts correct me if I'm wrong but I
thought it was supposed to be time to get hardcore. And speaking
of hardcore that’s a real nice enziguri Stu just hit the
paper chump with...
Peter Roberts: You know what you make me sick, these two men
where wrestling a highly competitive match, that the fans where
really getting in to, and you come out and ruin it all. Your
banned from the arena don't you understand that.
Lee F'n' Todd: What the f*ck are you talking about. I just came
out here to commentate and show my support for my trusted stable
mate. Look at the way Stu talks trash as he lifts Flashback to
his feet. You've got to love it, oh he just slapped the taste
right out of Flashbacks mouth.
Peter Roberts: Flashback is irate now that slap really woke him
up. Flashbacks back up to his feet now and he's got an intense
look in his eyes. Stu backs away but Flashback dives in to him
with an spear then mounts Stu and peppers him with lightning fast
lefts and rights.
Lee F'n' Todd: Come on ref those are clenched fists damn it, he
can't get away with sh*t like that. He's a cheater a dirty
stinking filthy cheater. What type of champion is that. Holy sh*t
he's dragging Stu up he just hit a vicious Pumphandle he covers,
come on Stu you can do it, you can kick out.
One...
Two...
Thr...
Peter Roberts: Oh and Stu just got his right shoulder out the
back door. But Flashbacks not done yet he picks Stu up and slams
him down with a hard scoop slam.
Lee Todd: Now you see that's why Flashback sucks as a champion. I
mean he had Stu beat there but when he hooked the leg he didn't
get that extra leverage by clasping his hands together. And you
wonder why I get so upset about the guy holding my title.
Peter Roberts: Last time I checked the belt which you speak of
belonged to Flashback. Wow nice vertical suplex by Flashback but
Stu arches back on the way down and lands on his feet what
agility. Stu grabs Flashback in a waist lock and throws him back
for a german suplex, he hits one, then another and another. Three
damn suplexes. He holds on for a cover but Flashback rolls out
the back door on two. He catches Stu off guard with a Fisherman
buster and the ref's about to count.
Lee F'n' Todd: Excuse me Peter urgent business to attend to.
Peter Roberts: What the f*ck Lee just through down his head set
and he's on the apron. The refs broke his count and he's arguing
with Lee. Snap Lee just grabbed the refs head and snapped it over
the top roap. The ref's out and Lee's in the ring. My god he's
grabbed that rake.
Peter Roberts: Lee F'n' Todd just broke up the pin attempt and
took a dazed Flashback completely by surprise with the F*ck U. Oh
no I don’t like the
look of this he's tearing off Flashbacks top. He's got that rake
and he's raking it across his bare back. Those claws are tearing
his back to shreds he's going to need a tetanus shot. Lee drags a
barely conscious Flashback up by the hair and yells at him
"It's time to stop running". Thank god Lee's leaving
the arena, but this match isn't even through yet... and... WHAT
THE HELL?!
(Suddenly as Lee Todd walks by his bulldozer Pretty Fly for a White Guy begins to play & Scot Lamont comes out on a scooter.. Tumbler looks up at the action up top & runs to Lee's aid...)
Peter Roberts: The Scot is here & he tried to drive Todd over with a damned SCOOTER! what in the HELL was he thinking?! Todd just clotheslined him right off & now he's stomping a damned mudhole in him & Tumbler comes over to help, and CHRIST! STUN CUTTER INSIDE OF THE RING! STUN CUTTER INSIDE OF THE RING! He goes for the cover... but WAIT! The reff's not looking, he's still dazed from Todd & somebody just jumped over the gaurdrail & hopped into the ring.. Stu goes over to the reff, but NO! It's SEAMUS O'REILLY! He grabs Price, pulls him down, flips him over & cinches his knee into his spine with that inverted STF he calls the Bloody SUNDAY! Good god, Stu's tapping! He's in a hell of alot of pain... Flashback's still out cold & Seamus finally lets go of that hold...
Fred Estridge: What the hell's going on here?
Peter Roberts: I don't know, but Stu's in pain & now Flashback rolls over on top of him... The reff slowly makes his way toward them...
one...
two...
thre...
Peter Roberts: NO! NO! Stu KICKED OUT! STU KICKED OUT! Tumbler & Lee have finally seen whats happened and are leaving the Firk'n One on the ground below... Seamus slides out of the ring & now Flashback is climbing to the top-turnbuckle... Stu's on his hands & knees trying to get up, NO! Flashback from the top-rope with that vicious somersault legdrop right onto Stu's BACK! That was the ACID DREAMS! The ACID DREAMS! He rolls Stu over & goes for the pin...
one...
two...
three...
Peter Roberts: IT'S OVER! IT'S OVER! Good god, what an unbelievable matchup & Lee & Tumbler both slide into the ring.. Lamont's still on the entrance way & has a mic... The three UK Cheap shotters are going off on Flashback...
Fred Estridge: I'm hoping Lee gets fired from the FHW! He attacked me DAMMIT!
Peter Roberts: It was the nicest bit of silence i've ever heard Freddy... Looks as though your god is about to talk...
Fred Estridge: SWEET!
Lamont: HEY you english BASTARDS!
(The three members of the UK turn there heads toward the Scot...)
Lamont: YEAH YOU, you useless little sluts! You cow nipple sucking immigrants! Listen up, 'cause i've got words! I am YOUR President, you don't go against me... You think your big for what you did to me at the pay-per-view!? You think you guys are tough?! You guys lack BALLS... Even with a fair fight with Flashback & Price you couldn't get the job done, EVEN CHEATING you couldn't get the job done... HELL! You didn't even take it out on Seamus who interupted your match! Looks as though him & Flashy have a little alliance going...
(...by this time Flashback is up & he's looking at O'Reilly and scratching his head.. Lamont slowly walks toward the ring...)
Lamont: ...or could it be that I was a diversion setup to pursuade you little man-titted she-men away from the match at hand!? Could it be?!
(The crowd begins to roar...)
Lamont: UK Crew? I'de like to introduce to you, the second member of the European Foundation... SEAMUS O'REILLY...
(He drops the mic & dives into the ring alongside Seamus...)
Peter Roberts: What in the HELL?! Seamus just cold clocked Tumbler from behind with brass nuckles.. The Scot grabs Lee F'n Todd, and FIRK'N STUNNER! The most uneffective move in wrestling.. Lee's still standing & looks perfectly in tack.. The Scot grabs him again & pushes him backward into Seamus who knee's him in the back, Lee turns around just in time for the Scot to grabs his legs & SITDOWN Inverse POWERBOMB! He pancakes Todd with a firk'n flapjack! Good god! Good god.. Stu's got that chair.. He lines up & FLASHBACK rips it out of his hands.. Stu turns around & THWACK! Chair shot right across the head.. Flashback's eyeing the so-called European Foundation...
Fred Estridge: This is classic Scot! SWEET! He's got a mic again!
Peter Roberts: Joy.
Lamont: Lee, you want your title shot? TOUGH LUCK. I get a shot at your TITLE first... The next Pay-per-view which i'm dubbing.. STABLE WARS.. Me & you are gonna mix it up in a match of epic preportions Todd... We're gonna mix it up in a BARROOM BRAWL. Don't think this is a light challenge Todd, Scot's back & your a firk'n DEAD MAN.
(He spikes the mic down on Lee's head & then gives him an arrogant kick.. Him & O'Reilly leave the ring & begin making there way out back to the entrance... The Scot tells O'reilly to keep going, he realised he forgot something.. The Scot goes back & hops on the scooter..)
Fred Estridge: Gotta love that Scot..
(..once the Scot gets to the top of the ramp, he sticks his hand in the air 'ala Undertaker...)
Fred Estridge: BAHAHA! That's CLASSIC!
(He finally leaves...)
Peter Roberts: GOOD GOD! You heard it here! Scot Lamont & Lee F'n Todd will fight at the up-coming Stable Wars in the second ever BARROOM BRAWL! We all remember the Scot's legendary match against the Backdoor Man.. God only knows what's gonna happen this time around... Christ almighty, what in the hell else could possibly happen tonight?!
Fred Estridge: I don't know, but rest assured, it's gonna be good!
Peter Roberts: ...and what an amazing battle between Flashback & Price... Good god folks... We're cutting you to a commercial & then hopefully, right to the next match...
Peter Roberts: ...and we're BACK. Good god, only moments ago we heard the first match signed for the Pay-per-view... Lamont & Todd will meet in a bar room brawl for the Intercontinental title.. It's gonna be a hell of a fight, and so is this next bat... Oh, what the HELL NOW?! Once again, as always in the FHW, something is happening backstage.. We're seeing it up on the firkntron...
(We look up at the firkntron to see The UK Crew walking the halls of the FHW... We see Insomniac walking past the...)
Peter Roberts: GOOD GOD! GOOD GOD! Tumbler just smoked Insomniac in the head with a vile right hook! He levels him & now the UK Crew is going to work on him, what the HELL IS THIS?! Is this neccessary dammit?! C'mon! Somebody get some law down here.. This is rediculous!!! What the HELL IS TUMBER DOING?! He's just grabbed Insomniacs lightweight title, he's shining it up nicely & puts it over his shoulder?! NO! NO! NO! The UK Crew is now walking away from the SCENE... Tumbler has STOLEN TWO BELTS TONIGHT!
Fred Estridge: I hate the UK Crew.
Peter Roberts: I thought you were starting to like them?
Fred Estridge: I lied.
(The firkntron fades to black...)
Peter Roberts: Well folks we move to our next match of the evening.. This one's a big one for Ducati because if he loses.. He is forced to leave Firk'n Hardcore Wrestling, we'll see what happens but rest assured it should be one hell of a matchup...
(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 ref, the ref places it on the announcers' tables... "...Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is scheduled for one fall and has a ten minute time limit...currently making his way to the ring, weighing in at 224lbs and standing 6'2".. He hails in from Tampa Bay, Florida... He is the former Firk'n Hardcore Wrestling Infamous CHAMPION... He is DUCATI!!!" ...He slides into the ring slowly as if he is in pain and paces about the ring impatiently...)
(Suddenly, without warning, Meet the Creeper begins to play. Insomniac steps out from behind the curtain, Lightweight Championship belt in hand, and slowly makes his way down the ramp. A huge smile graces Insomniac's normally hateful face as he approaches the ring. He stops halfway down the ramp and raises his Lightweight Championship above his head while blue & white pyro's flash behind him further up the ramp. "...and his opponent, making his way to the ring, hailing from the City that Never sleeps... He weighs in at 220lbs, and stands 5'10" tall, he is the former Hardcore Champion, Former Tag-Team Champion and new Lightweight Champion... He is an FHW LEGEND... HE IS THE INSOMNIAC!!!" ...The crowd roars in approval as Insomniac slides gracefully into the ring.... The bell rings...)
Peter Roberts: And the match is on. Collar and elbow tie up by both men, and Ducati slips out and twists Insomniac's arm into a HAMMERLOCK. Insomniac with an attempted elbow to Ducati's face but Ducati ducks and releases the hold.
Fred Estridge: What a great way to start up a match. A hammerlock of all moves...get to the hardcore stuff already! I want to see planchas and moonsaults, chair shots and broken tables! I want to see rivers of blood cascade freely from these athletes' bodies and pool at my feet. I want to see their flesh shredded beyond recognition. I want to see...
Peter Roberts: EYE GOUGE out of the blue by Insomniac causes Ducati to stumble backwards into the ropes.
Fred Estridge:...naked, female EMTs bounce their way down to the ring and stretcher these idiots to the back. I want to see...
Peter Roberts: Ducati recovers and spits in Insomniac's direction. Ducati's hurling some harsh words at the Lightweight Champ and Insomniac is just laughing at him. What sort of verbal harassment do you think Ducati just threw at Insomniac, Fred?
Fred Estridge:...exposed bones. Hunh, what?
Peter Roberts: Nevermind, we all know where your mind is this week. They lock up again and Insomniac delivers a knee to Ducati's stomach. Insomnaic follws it up with a KNIFE EDGE CHOP...and another...and one more for good messure. He's got Ducati, pushes him against the ropes and IRISH WHIPS him into across the ring. Insomniac wraps Ducati up with a SLEEPER on his way back off of the ropes.
Fred Estridge: It's too early for a move like that, genius. Ducati reaches up, grabs Sleepless Beauty's head and drops down onto his ass. JAW BREAKER by Ducati and Sleepy is feeling it. Probably busted some crown work.
Peter Roberts: Ducati's back up and he's firing lefts and rights at Insomniac. The champ is staggering about the ring as Ducati pursues with lefts and rights. Insomniac with a quick kick to Ducati's midsection, but Ducati catches it. He spins him around and goes for a CLOTHESLINE, but Insomniac ducks it and delivers another kick to Ducati's midsection as he turns around. Insomniac with another kick to Ducati's gut...and another. Insomniac is backing Ducati up into the corner with a combination of kicks and punches to his stomach and head. He mounts Ducati and rains down fists upon the former Infamous champ.
Fred Estridge: Highlight former champion, Peter. Ducati couldn't cut the mustard when it came to maintaining a firm hold on that belt.
Peter Roberts: After his surprise defeat at the hands of Edmund Paine the II two weeks ago, and his outright beating at Forever by Lee Todd, Ducati's been out of it...almost like nobody's home in that attic of his.
The crowd counts along as Insomniac pummels the prone Ducati. One...Two...Three...Four...Five...Six...Seven...Eight.
Peter Roberts: Insomniac dismounts Ducati after eight hard punches to his forehead and IRISH WHIPS him into the opposite turnbuckle. Oh, Ducati hits hard...here he comes!
Fred Estridge: Sleepless Beauty with the a monstrous Lightweight SPLASH on Ducati...he hit the RED EYE EXPRESS!
Peter Roberts: Pardon me? That was an avalanche body splash. Where'd the red eye express come from?
Fred Estridge: Uh, I don't know...it just kind of came out. Anyway, why should I have to answer to you! You're not the boss of me!
Peter Roberts: Are you relapsing into a childhood fantasy Fred?
Fred Estridge: Screw you, I'm going home!
Peter Roberts: Umm...alright then.
Fred Estridge: Hey you clod, do you really think that I'd leave you hanging all by yourself to call a match? As much as I dislike all of our moronic fans, I wouldn't wish your solo commentary upon any of them
Peter Roberts: Thanks ever so much, I love you too.
Fred Estridge: I was afraid you'd say that.
Peter Roberts: Insomniac has got Ducati up by his hair and sends him reeling with four quick forearm shots to the jaw.
Fred Estridge: You know that I've told you this many times before...Peter...Petey...You're just not my type.
Peter Roberts: Insomniac has Ducati by his head and he twists him around with a NECKBREAKER. Ducati is rolling around on the mat in extreme pain.
Fred Estridge: You see, what I look for in a partner is...well, what I'm trying to say is...ah, I don't want my partner to have a certain member hanging around.
Peter Roberts: Insomniac is capitalizing. He's stomping away at Ducati's neck unmercifully! Insomniac grabs a head of hair and sends Ducati straight back down with another NECKBREAKER!Ducati is screaming in pain!
Fred Estridge: I'm sure you're a nice guy and all, but there're some family jewels that I don't need to see.
Peter Roberts: It all makes sense folks. Last week at Forever...
Fred Estridge: Which is being rebroadcast this Sunday night at 7...
Peter Roberts: ...nice plug Fred. Anyway, as I was saying...at Forever, newcomer Edmund Paine locked in the Poor Man's Folly, an ankle lock-chin lock combination for over three minutes on Ducati. We all know how neck injuries work, don't we Fred.
Fred Estridge: We sure do Petey. If it hasn't had time to heal properly, one wrong move can screw you over faster than frigid chick that won't put out.
Peter Roberts: Lots of experience in that department I take it?
Fred Estridge: More than I'd like to admit to, Ronald McDonald.
Peter Roberts: Are you serious? As much of an ass as you are, I thought that the ladies loved you?
Fred Estridge: Listen Ronnie, when was the last time somebody asked you for the Big Extra? Hunh?
Peter Roberts:...
Fred Estridge: Exactly. Let's get back to calling the match.
Peter Roberts: Right. Insomniac has Ducati up and he's forcing him back into a corner. Insomniac is unrelentless with his abuse. He's peppering Ducati with left and right body shots. Wait! Ducati just blocked Insomniac's last punch and has reversed their positions. Ducati's hitting Insomniac with all he's got. Left...Right...Right...Left...
Fred Estridge: Ducati's punches aren't having much of an effect on Sleepy...I think I just saw Insom yawn!
Peter Roberts: Quick kick to Ducati's groin and he's folded in two. The FhW Legend has got Ducati's head and he's forcing it between his legs...
Fred Estridge: I bet you're jealous.
Peter Roberts: Ducati is up and Insomniac is running with him across the ring! RUNNING POWERBOMB by the Lightweight Champ! Ducati's body looks lifeless!
Fred Estridge: Princess landed hard on his head...do you think he's still alive?
Peter Roberts: My God, I hope so! What's Insomniac doing now...he's exitting the ring and bringing Ducati with him. Both men are on the outside of the ring...Ducati is laying face first on the ground and Insomniac is...where's Insomniac?
Fred Estridge: Sleepy's gone fishin' for some goodies.
Peter Roberts: There he is...he's got a table and he's setting it up on the floor right beside the ring apron. He's gone back under the ring and he's pulling out another table. He's setting the table on top of the first one. What's he going to do? He's coming back around to collect Ducati...
Fred Estridge: This is getting mighty interesting, mighty fast. Whoah...what's he doing?
Peter Roberts: Insomniac just threw Ducati back into the ring...he's abandoned his tables Fred.
Fred Estridge: NO! Just when things were looking up for a change.
Peter Roberts: Oh my God! Insomniac just hit a BRAINBUSTER to perfection on Ducati. But he's not done...Insomniac has Ducati up again...and drops him equally as hard...ROLLING BRAINBUSTER!
Fred Estridge: I think that it's about time those EMTs I was talking about earlier come bouncing down the ramp.
Peter Roberts: Insomniac is brutallizing Ducati! The Legend scoops up Ducati and plants him hard into the mat with a BODYSLAM.
Fred Estridge: I hope at least one of them is a red head. I like red heads...
Peter Roberts: Insomniac is going upstairs...he's climbing the turnbuckle.
Fred Estridge:...they tend to be more fiesty...
Peter Roberts: He leaps off with a high, slow rotating MOONSAULT and lands square on Ducati's knees! My God! A desperate desperation move by Ducati! Where did he get the strength to pull his knees up?!
Fred Estridge: His Firk'n utility belt, moron.
Peter Roberts: Both men are slow to their feet. Insomniac is up first and has retreated to the corner to recollect himself.
Fred Estridge: What, is he missing pieces? There are operations you can get for those uncomfortable situations
Peter Roberts:Ducati is up but he's holding his neck. Both men are slowly approaching one another Insomniac goes to lock up but Ducati greets his face with a shot to the nose. Insomniac's nose just opened up and blood is gushing from his nostrils!
Fred Estridge: It's about time. Blood for you , blood for free, spill it boys, just for me!
Peter Roberts: You're a horrible poet Fred. Ducati pushes Insomniac with all of his strength against the ropes and IRISH WHIPS him but Insomniac reverses it...Ducati bounces off of the ropes and..Oh My GoD! OH MY GOD!
Fred Estridge: I knew Sleepless wouldn't dissappoint us! He just HIGH BACK FLIPPED Ducati OUT of the ring.
Peter Roberts: On his way out of the ring, Ducati crashed through the two tables that Insomniac had previously set up! Ducati is a broken heap of a man. He's laying crumpled, battered and bloody amidst a pile of broken table pieces!!
Fred Estridge: Look at Insomniac in the ring-he's smiling...and he's climbing the turnbuckle! Do it! Do it!
Peter Roberts: OH MY F****** GOD!! Insomniac just leapt off of the top turnbuckle and hit the already prone and unconcious body of Ducati with a SPLASH!
Fred Estridge: Insomniac is the epitome of what a hardcore wrestler should be. He just sacrificed his body by jumping from the top turnbuckle to the outside, only to land on the unforgiving combination of Ducati's carcass, a pair of crushed tables, and cement! All of that in the name of inflicting pain upon his opponent!
Peter Roberts: I don't know if either of these guys are ever going to get up...it looks like the ref doesn't know what to do either. The ref is exitting the ring and checking on the wrestlers. Judging by the look on his face things aren't good. It looks like he's going to count the pin right there.
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Peter Roberts: The Sleepless one has done it! The Sleepless one has done it & Ducati has been FIRED from Firk'n Hardcore Wrestling! Good god almighty, what a night this has beenm unfortunatly Insomniac can't have the title raised in the air with his hand.. It seems as though Tumbler STOLE it, along with the hardcore title.. Things are steaming up a might bit harsh here tonight & god only knows what in the hell else could possibly happen...
Fred Estridge: ...when you say that... Something else is BOUND to happen...
Peter Roberts: God knows! It's deffinatly been a night of surprises here tonight & non-stop action & we still have one unbelievable match to get through.. For the first time, Demon & Archangel will be tag-teaming to face the men they feel screwed them.. Shinji & Tremere.. These two have royal backgrounds of a long length & are both supposedly extremly entertaining wrestlers, but there fighting FHW's top competitor's so it will be an interesting show..
("Ladies and gentlemen..." Push It by Static X hits the airwaves and from out of behind the curtains walks Avalanch. The towering monster storms his way to the ring, flipping off the fans as he progresses. "..The following contest is schedueled for one fall, currently making his way down to the ring, standing at 7'2" and weighing in at 475 lbs, from Chicago, Illinois, he is the epitome of devestation untamed, he is AVALANCH!!!" He pounds through the aisleway & slowly makes his way toward the ring, the pressence of this man is a violent ill-fated one... He steps over the top rope and makes his way to the center of the ring. He glares at the crowd before he pounds on his chest. He then raises his arms up as red and white pyro's burst from out of the ring posts...)
(...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. … "...and his partner, 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 fans roar loudly...)
(Suddenly May Way by Bizkit begins to kick in, the lights dim & a single spot light circles the arena.. Eventually a shadowed image of Tremere appears on a glass like material at the entrance way, then on the opposing side Shinji steps out... The spotlight kicks in right on the entrance way just as the first chorus line of My Way kicks in & Tremere & Shinji Zaibatsu step out with there hands wide in the air.. Tremere has the world title over his shoulder... Smoke fills the arena slowly as Shinji & Tremere walk toward the ring... It's a very nicely crafted image.. "...and there opponents, they weigh in at a total amount of 441lbs... They are Shinji Zaibatsu & Kurt Tremere!!!" ...They slide into the ring & the bell rings...)
Peter Roberts: ...and this last matcg is on & Archangel & Demon are already stomping the sh*t out of Shinji & Tremere.. Archangel lifts Zaibatsu up to his feet & throws him into the corner as Demon pulls Tremere up with a chokelift & then tosses him midway across the ring.. Archangel & Demon deffinatly overpower these two rookies making there in-ring debut... Archangel now pummels Zaibatsu in the corner with closed fists Archangel now grabs him by the head, and slams a knee right into his chest.. Archy now grabs him & propells him into the other corner.. Demon bodyslams Tremere over the top-rope & then goes over to his respective side...
Fred Estridge: Big coward's just afraid of the reff pointing fingers at him... Those damned evil reff's!
Peter Roberts: Archangel's still laying in the fists to Zaibatsu in the corner.. Archy now grabs him by one arm & whips him into the ropes, Shinji comes flying back with a head full of steam only to be heaved up by Archangel & then let go with a step-forward press slam! He let's Shinji's body fall hard to the canvas & then turns back to pick him up once again... Archangel grabs his arm & whips him into the corner.. He runs in after him, but NO! Shinji leaps up to the second turnbuckle, then leaps off, catches the FHW phenom around the neck & brings him down with a sickening hurricanrana! Good god, what a desperation move by Zaibatsu...
Fred Estridge: You call it desperation, I call it a fluke..
Peter Roberts: Shinji now runs over to his corner & tags in Tremere who hops over the top-rope... Archy is up & Archy is DOWN! Good god, a spinning back heel kick right across the face by Tremere.. Tremere's stomping the life out of Archy now.. He looks back & then throws himself against the ropes just as Archangel gets up... Tremere dives under his legs.. gets around him... Hops up on the second turnbuckle as Archangel turns around & HERE'S TREMERE with a beutifully crafted somersault DDT off of the top-rope! Archangel's holding his neck in pain as Tremere pulls his leg out to the center of the ring...
Fred Estridge: Maybe i'll change my mind about Tremere & Shinji.. They do have a certain flare to them...
Peter Roberts: ...OH! Tremere off the ropes with a springboard moonsault & LANDS ON Archangels KNEES! He lands on Archangels knee's! Good god, that knocked the wind out of him & Archangel is standing up as if nothing happened... Tremere's trying to catch his breath in the corner & Archangel runs in from behind with an AVALANCH! Good god... He runs him down HARD.. Tremere bounces out & walks straight into a huge boot on part of the FHW phenom... Archangel reaches down & begins pulling him up by the hair.. He swings him against the ropes, NO! Tremere reverse.. NO! Archangel reverses again & runs Tremere down with a short-arm clothesline! Good god, a freight truck must have hit him!
Fred Estridge: Nope, it was just Archangel...
Peter Roberts: Oh, ok, thanks Fred.. Archangel reaches down & begins to pull Tremere up by the hair once aga.. OH! Kurt's right on up there with a low blow! The reff didn't see it, Tremere launches himself off of the ropes & GOOD GOD.. A spinning clothesline connects with Archangel, sending him down hard to the mat... Tremere's up & dives into the corner, tagging Zaibatsu in just as Archangel slowly gets up & Demon is getting edgy for a tag here.. Shinji runs at Archangel & runs at HIM! GOOD GOD! HE'S GNAWING ON HIS DAMNED HEAD! That's not right! That's not right... Archangel pushes him off & Zaibatsu nails him with a dropkick against the ropes.. Archangel's wobbling a bit & now Zaibatsu drops him with a dragon legtwiser & sends Archangel face first to the matt...
Fred Estridge: Archangel certainly wasn't thinking these two rookie freaks were gonna get far.. Now he's eating those words..
Peter Roberts: ...Shinji's off the ropes with a moonsault now! Good god, right on Archangels BACK... Zaibatsu rolls off of him, points down at him & laughs his ass off... Zaibatsu now drops a back elbow on ... NO! A double elbowdrop along both sides of Archangels back! GOOD GOD... Zaibatsu now gets off of him & sticks his tongue out at DEMON & Demon has had enough... WAIT! NO! The reff catches him... What in the hell? Demon is giving a REALLY strange look towards the reff... Tremere hits the ring as Shinji lifts Archangel to his feet.. Tremere & Shinji whips Archangel against the ropes.. Archangel comes back & A DOUBLE SUPERKICK! Shinji covers as Tremere slides out of the ring & the reff turns around...
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Peter Roberts: I'm flabber gasted! ...only a two count! Shinji doesn't look as though he can believe it himself, that was a damned double superkick! ...He's pulling the FHW Phenom up by the hair.. He's off the ropes & comes back for ARchangel to GRAB HIM & spike him down with a sidewalk SLAM! OUCH! Shinji's hits the canvas like a damned car to a car... Tremere has just brought a table out from underneath the ring... He pulls it up & slides it in, not realising that Archangels running at him & BASEBALL SLIDE! GOOD GOD! He sends Kurt flying hard against the gaurdrail.. He probably just shattered his spine...
Fred Estridge: Baha, that's great!
Peter Roberts: Archangel pulls Shinji up by the THROAT with a throatlift now & tosses him into the corner where Demon is.. Archangel's laying in the boots & Demon's sticking his hand out for the tag but Archangel will not tag him.. Archangel pulls Shinji up & chucks him into the opposing corner.. He begins to run after him but Demon slaps him on the shoulder! That's the TAG! That's the TAG.. Demon steps over the top-rope & Archangel looks as if he's about to go nuts... Demon runs at Shinji with a head full of steam & WHAM! HE spears him right against the damned corner.. Demon's back up & Shinji falls into his arms... Demon has him by both arms & A double-arm slam! Good god, he turns & drops Shinji like he was a rag doll!
Fred Estridge: He pretty much is... That kids gotta be anarexic...
Peter Roberts: Demon now drops a knee into Shinji's chest.. He gets up, drops another.. Get up, drops another..
Fred Estridge: Have another, drink it down.. Pass it around...
Peter Roberts: Yeah, thanks for that Fred... Shinji now getting mounted with punches by the large Demon.. Demon's smoking him all to hell & back... OH! The reff couldn't stop him & Tremere's in from the top-rope & dropkicks Demon off of Zaibatsu! Good god! He hits Demon right in the FACE & all Demon did was stand up, and MAN... Does he look pis... GOOD GOD! Archangel just slapped him on the shoulder & steps under the ropes & into the ring.. Tremere runs at him & Archangel picks him up off of the canvas & powerslams him over the TOP ROPE! GOOD GOD... Shinji is back up & he's setting that table up in the corner...
Fred Estridge: It's like setting up your own funeral..
Peter Roberts: Shinji is pointing toward the table now & GOOD GOD! Demon just SHOVED Archangel aside.. Archangel returns the FAVOUR & both of them start Throwing BLOWS AT EACH OTHER! GOOD GOD! Two huge men are going at it & Shinji's handed a chair by Tremere... Shinji taps it on the canvas & RUNS IN FULL STEAM AHE... NO! Both Demon & Archangel got there boots RIGHT in Shinji's FACE & knock him to the CANVAS.. Good god! The FHW phenom & Demon are exchanging words... Demon is shaking his head & he's stepping back out of the ring.. Archangel shakes his head & walks back toward Shinji who's pulled himself up in the corner..
Fred Estridge: He's gotta make a tag soon, he's busted wide open, silly bastard thinks he can take on two mammoth man-titted human freaks of nature..
Peter Roberts: WELL... Shinji runs in at the unsuspecting Angel & Takes his knee out with a double-foot dropkick to the DAMNED KNEE! GOOD GOD, he could have just caved Archangel's damned KNEE IT, Shinji turns around & dives for the tag attempt to Tremere... Tremere climbs to the top-rope... He points down & Zaibatsu nods.. what in the HELL?! Tremere's off the ropes & connects with a HURRICANRANA ON Shinji.. and GOOD GOD! Shinji LANDS on Archangel... WHAT A MOVE... Excellent teamwork by the newcomers here & I gotta tell you i'm impressed with what i've seen so far... Tremere goes for the cover on the fallen one...
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Peter Roberts: OH! ...just about a three count but Archy gets the leg up in the knick of time there...
Fred Estridge: You were just about right when you called him the fallen one there...
Peter Roberts: Tremere is pulling him up to his feet, but NO! Archangel ducks a clothesline & then grabs him around the waist but NO! Tremere digs two elbows into Archangels shoulders.. Archangel stops the hold & TREMERE with a FACE SLAM! He digs Archangels face hard into the canvas! GOOD GOd.. Tremere leaps back up to his feet.. He runs to the corner, off the side, springboard twisting MOONSAULT! Another beutifully crafted move by Tremere there... He hooks the leg of Archangel...
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Peter Roberts: That seemed like an awfully slow count... Tremere's up & he's in the face of the reff... and what the HELL?! Flashback just dove into the ring behind the reff's back.. Shinji hits the ring to meet him but.. He grabs Shinji with an upper-body airplane SPIN into a Death Valley DRIVER! GOOD GOD, the VERTIGO! THE VERTIGO! ..Wait, what the HELL?! NO! NO! Flashback's pulling Shinji up once again... He pulls him up to his feet, and DROPS WITH A BRAINBUSTER THROUGH THAT TABLE IN THE CORNER! Holy JESUS MURPHY ALMIGHTY GOD! Flashback rolls out of the ring now... Tremere's STILL being blocked by the reff who shoves him into the corner, and then dives to the canvas as Archangel covers Shinji...
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Peter Roberts: Not SELLED! Tremere pulls the reff away before he could count to three.. Tremere's back up & SMACKS THE REFF! GOOD GOD... The reff falls down & then begins laughing.. Tremere can't put this one together, 'nor can anyone else... Archangel's back up & he looks down at the reff & WHAT THE HELL?! Look at HIS EYES! Look at his DAMNED EYES.. He can't believe what he see's... The reff is back up now.. Archangel powerbombs Shinji outside of the ring & the reff just took Tremere down with a spinebuster! GOOD GOD... The reff looks at archy & Archangel NODS?! Who in the HELL IS THAT REFF?!
Fred Estridge: Some schmuck undoubtedly..
Peter Roberts: ...The reff climbs to the top-rope now & looks down.. LEGDROP from the ... the TOP ROPE! THE DIRT NAP! THE DIRT NAP! I RECOGNISE THAT MAN! I RECOGNISE THAT MAN! It's NICOLAUS MCOWEN & Archangel just went for the cover!!!
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Peter Roberts: GOOD GOD! McOwens is BACK & him & Archangel EMBRACE.. Flashback slides into the ring & him & Archy stare each other down.. Archangel... EXTENDS A HAND & Flashback GRABS IT! There shaking hands god dammit! There shaking hands! I don't bloody believe this! This is incredible... Shinji is BACK UP! Shinji is back up! ..He picks up that chair & THWACK! He nails Archangel right in the back, LEVELING him back to the canvas & Demon just stepped over the ropes... He grabs McOwen from behind... GOOD GOD! A thunderous electric CHAIR DROP! He brings McOwens down right on his damned FACE!
Fred Estridge: Ow.
Peter Roberts: Flashback pushes Demon into the corner & then runs in with a back elbow & Insomniac & Avalanch are running down to ringsid... who's that in the lost souls shir... JONATHON BRIGGS! IT's Jonathon BRIGGS DAMMIT! All three men dive into the ring & a rumble pursues & now Lee F'n Todd & Tumbler just came in from the audience.. Lee pulls Flashback out of the ring & drops him with a DDT.. Look up by the firkntron! Stu was about to run out & Scot Lamont & O'Reilly have teamed up against HIM! ALL HELL IS BREAKING LOOSE! ALL HELL IS BREAKING LOOSE! Is this just a PREVIEW OF STABLE WARS?! God DAMMIT! GOD DAMMIT ALL!
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