FHW 2001: FHW Forever

Peter Roberts: Good god, listen to this capacity crowd here in general motors place for the FHW phenomenal PPV, FHW Forever.. Folks, the lineup on tonights card is more than anyone has ever bargained for.. President Brown came up with these matches only a few short weeks ago & man has the tension been building up backstage... Alot has changed over these past few weeks & nothing more so dramatic than the new commisioner, Scorpion... It was a blow to many & now Scorpions amongst the ranks of popular FHW powers.. Man oh Man, through these weeks, we've witnessed two deaths.. One from our beloved Crusader & the other from none other than Rogue himself with a damned shotgun.. It's been hell to put it mildly, but it's been a hell of a roller coaster too...

(...Suddenly Pretty fly for a White Guy begins to blast off through the firkntron & Scot Lamont steps out with a grin to end all grins covering his half-drunk scot face.. He slowly wobbles down toward the ring as the crowd boos him off already.. He's got a great big smile on his face & it doesn't look like he knows where he is.. He walks around the ring slowly...)

Peter Roberts: Folks, as much as I hate to admit it.. I miss Fred already, me & the Scot haven't even started working together yet, but i can already feel the annoying voice of that damned nut sitting beside me & for the love of god, HELP ME!

(The Scot sits down beside Peter & slowly pulls the microphone over his head...)

Scot Lamont: ...Alright now, how the f*cking sh*t do I get this f*cking thing working?

Peter Roberts: Oh yeah, this is gonna be just great.. It's working Scot, your on the air..

Scot Lamont: WHAT?! No bloody way!!! Serious?

Peter Roberts: Sadly, yes...

Scot Lamont: SWEET! Hi MOM!

Peter Roberts: [sigh] Well folks, feel pitty for me.. I miss you Fred, get better... Anyways, to the show at hand tonight, man, what a lineup we have for you tonight, it's the lineup to end all lineups.. It's going to involved almost everybody & it's going to be a great follow up to last months Last Man Standing competition with the controversial victory by FHW's own Flashback who is putting his title on the line for the first time tonight in a GLASS HELL IN A CELL.. I can feel the tension building...

Scot Lamont: Eh? ...Damned if I didn't release gas, but it wasn't so bad you could feel the tension...

Peter Roberts: Oh, for the love of god... Well folks, tonight hell is deffinatly going to brew as to begin the night off, we get to witness the outstanding matchup between Ducati & Lee Todd... These two have been going madly at each other for the past couple of weeks...

Scot Lamont: Madly? What in the hell are you talking about? ...Ducati hasn't said a damned word.. Lee Todd won't shutup.. It's going to be a sloppy chicken fight if you ask me.. Two 'wee pigeons duking it up...

Peter Roberts: errr, yes... Well, not only with this be one hell of a matchup but the victor will go home as the Infamous Champion.. A title made famous by none other than the legendary Dre... Good god, what respect whoever holds that title has.. Not only that, but immediatly following that epic matchup Four newcomers to the Firk'n Hardcore Wrestling League will mix it up in a hardcore matchup...

Scot Lamont: hehe, hehe.. This is gonna be a fun one... President Brown put me in charge of finding weapons & I found three diffrent baskets full.. I won't say much more except that this will be a hardcore match to the fullest extend...

Peter Roberts: ...I can only imagine... ...That is not just a hardcore match, but it's for the hardcore title & i'm sure Marcus Ash, Johnny Cocsure, Plague, & Tumbler will have diffrent aspects to bring, but the way Tumblers gone after everyone in the past week, it's almost 100% for sure that he's a marked man in this title matchup & that alone might cause him the damned title...

Scot Lamont: Baha, it should be funny watching him cower in the corner...

Peter Roberts: Considering recent weeks, I don't think he's the type to run & hide... ..not only that, but in a ladder match made for hell.. Insomniac & John McCrakken will be going up to the top for the Lightweight title... Two of the FHW's top small weights competing for one of the most streneous medals in one of the most streneous matches... These two have been exchanging words & challenges for the past week or so & finally, they will be able to relinquish the fire & just do it... This is gonna be a dandy...

Scot Lamont: A dandy?! what in the hell is a dandy? Throw this one away.. I'm just here to see both of there heads get busted open & bust a gut laughing at 'em...

Peter Roberts: ...Folks, the action doesn't stop there...

Scot Lamont: Oh, how dandy...

Peter Roberts: Shutup you! ...Lee F'n Todd & Stu Price must TRY to co-exhist to defend there tag titles against the newcomers.. Searching for Skillz.. I've heard some rumours backstage that this match may change for the best from Scorpions secratary but god only knows how it can... My question is how in the HELL can Price & todd be expected to work together?

Scot Lamont: Todd's useless, Price is gonna carry this match all the way... I'll be surprised if he has to tag in Todd for help at all...

Peter Roberts: ...Yeah, well.. You'll be happy to know that Lee F'n Todd is pulling triple duty tonight then... President Brown still seems rather bitter about him... Lee fights IMMEDIATLY afterward in an Intercontinental title match against the man he just compete with in the tag match... He fights STU PRICE for the IC title... I can't believe the setup here... These two may still be tag partners at that time, after that, they'll turn each other inside out!

Scot Lamont: That would just be a damned mess...

Peter Roberts: Thanks Scot... Anyways, after that.. Avalanch puts his Online Title on his line against none other than, guess who?

Scot Lamont: me?

Peter Roberts: No, you nimrod.. Not you... Tempest! Now, i've seen two former friends get it on before & it never turns out pretty.. Look for this to be an extremly bloody matchup...

Scot Lamont: ...more like an extremly overrated matchup... Boring comes to mind.

Peter Roberts: Yes Firk.. I'm sure... AND LAST BUT NOT LEAST... Not LEAST AT ALL... Flashback, Demon, & Archangel will fight in a triple-threat match & not just any ordinary triple-threat match... A DAMNED GLASS HELL IN A CELL... The most ruthless match in FHW history.. Folks, if you don't like the sight of blood, you don't wanna watch this one.. However, I DO! I've seen some crazy stuff go on in FHW but nothing crazier than what i've witnessed in the previous two Hell in a Cells.. Good god, what a night we have for you tonight, what a DAMNED FINE NIGHT...

Scot Lamont: 'ACH! I think it's time...

Peter Roberts: Time for what?

Scot Lamont: TIME TO GET HARDCORE!!!!!!!

Peter Roberts: HEY! That's my line...

Scot Lamont: ...sorry to burst your bubble but it's my line now dumbass...

Peter Roberts: Wha? you bastard!

Scot Lamont: Don't I know it... Anyways you silly little canadian swine.. You'de better get ready to call the match & pay less attention to the man who is so obviously better than you.. Me...

Peter Roberts: Oh god, for the love of... Ugh, why do i bother... Folks, let's get this Pay-Per-View rolling here.... Hell's about to break loose as Lee Todd prepares for his first match of the evening as he & Ducati meet...

(The lights in the arena go out and smoke fills the isle. Lee strolls through the curtain just as the lyrics to King Nothing starts. He slowly strolls down the isle with his left arm raised above his head. The crowd cant stand him and bombard him with trash as he comes down the isle. "Ladies & Gentlemen, the following match is
schedueled for one fall, it is for the INFAMOUS title, currently coming to ringside, hailing in from Darlington, England.. He weighs in at 234lbs & stands at 5'9"... He is one half of the tag team champions.. HE IS LEE F'N TODD!" ...he rolls under the bottom rope and shoves the announcer, kicks him in the ribs, grabs him by the hair & flings him over the top-rope... The bell rings...)

(...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 .."...and his opponent, currently entering the /ring, weighing in at 224lbs & standing at 6'2".. He hails in from Tampa Bay, Florida.. He is the Firk'n Hardcore Wrestling Infamous CHAMPION... He IS... DUCATI!!!" ...He slides into the ring...)

Peter Roberts: ...and both of these men are inside of the ring, Todd seems to be monitoring you from the inside there Scotty..

Scot Lamont: Jealousy, thats all...

Peter Roberts: ..Well right now, the jealous Lee F'n Todd & Ducati are in a deep stare.. Ducati has the deffinate height advantage... There beginning to encircle one another without moving there eyes for a moment.. OH! Here we go as Ducati & Lee Todd light it up with a grapple... OH! Lee Todd shoves Ducati back off of him... Ducati grabs him again with a grapple & once again, Todd pushes him off of him.. Ducati shakes his head & prances around ready to pounce.. Todd just stares & smiles...

Scot Lamont: Damned ignorant PRICK! Don't you hate people like that?! ...

Peter Roberts: ...you have no idea... Ducati walks up to Lee once again but this time gets a forearm to the side of his head for his troubles.. OH, and now Lee with a knee to the chest.. Followed up with a brutal flat fist to the stomach.. Ducati's holding his chest in agony & now Lee F'n Todd grabs him by the neck & the shoulder & just tosses him through the ropes.. Todd now striking a pose...

[The crowd boo's loudly at his hanus acts...]

Scot Lamont: Listen to these plebians, there so RIGHT! ...Lee F'n Todd doesn't even deserve to be a wrestler, he's got the talent of a 2 year old...

Peter Roberts: Ducati slides into the ring rather quickly now & he's met with boots on part of Lee Todd... Todd's just stomping the hell out of Ducati's back.. He grabs him by the arm & whips him up to his feet... Todd now flips Ducati into the ropes.. Ducati comes back & NAILS TODD WITH A VICIOUS CLOTHESLINE! My god, it's a wonder that didn't take his head right off with a clean cut! Lee's holding his neck, I think he's hurt & Ducati's stalking towards him... Ducati reaches down & LEE WAS FAKING IT! He belts Ducati with a violent low blow that causes Ducati to back off... Lee now slowly up to his feet.. He runs at Ducati once more but Ducati's back up & well, he grabs Lee from mid-air & bodyslams him down to the matt!

Scot Lamont: Lee Todd's the best at jobbing, it's the only thing he can do right... Ducati's a smart-smart man & he's gonna take Lee Todd out bigtime & i'm here to witness it, ...Ducati's on one knee & standing right back up, ready to mutilate the sad Todd... Ducati reaches down & pulls him up by the arm?! THE ARM?! Use his hair dumbass!

Peter Roberts: Not everybody cheats like you Lamont... Ducati pulls Todd up instantly & rolls him into the corner. GOOD GOD! What a sickening thud Todd hits with... He falls down on his hands & knee's after he collides with that turnbuckle back first... Ducati now backs off & then runs in... He goes for a standing side kick but Todd rolls out of the way & Ducati cracks his foot against the damned turnbuckle! Smart move by Todd there...

Scot Lamont: Smart? Pffft.. Any genius could have moved... HELL! Even you Petey...

Peter Roberts: I can't believe I turned down a job at the WWF...

Scot Lamont: Where?

Peter Roberts: [sigh] nevermind. Ducati's holding his leg & standing on one foot now as Lee Todd's slow to get back up.. He finally manages to pull himself up using the ropes for leverage.. Ducati hops around on one foot.. I think he may have broken something... Todd comes storming in & he spears that LEG! Ducati falls flat on his face & now Lee grabs that damaged leg.. OH! He puts his foot on it, lifts it & steps down on it! My god, listen to the screams of Ducati... This is revenge for what happened to Rogue I think... Lee now grabs Ducati & drags his foot onto the ropes.. He points down at it & leaps on IT!

[The crowd begins to scream & boo loudly]

Scot Lamont: I thought these fans were dumb, obviously I was completly wrong.. They have the right to voice there opinions! ...Lee Todd taking advantage of Ducati now, flukey little bastard LEAPS on Ducati's leg again.. I think I just saw his leg snap in two, that was cool...

Peter Roberts: Lee Todd now grabs Ducati's leg. He's hooking in the legs, lifting & GOOD GOD! He's got Ducati in an STF! He's got Ducati in an STF! Good god almighty, Ducati is screaming in agony! He's trying to get out of the hold.. The reff's checking on him... Ducati's struggling & struggling to free himself but Lee Todd is now giving him, he pulls back on ducati's chin now, Ducati's sceams continue to be heard throughout this arena as Lee Todd apply's even more pressure but god dammit! Ducati came here to FIGHT! HE CAME HERE TO FIGHT! ...Lee's struggling to retain the hold, but can't... He finally lets Ducati fall to the canvas...

Scot Lamont: bah, I could have held onto that move for a good six hours.. Lee only had it for a good minute or so... Rest move, thats all...

Peter Roberts: Todd's grabbing that leg of Ducati's again, he pulls it up, drops an elbow & locks in a leglock.. Ducati screams in agony once again, but this time he's got the rope to reach & the reff breaks the hold... Lee stands right back up & Ducati is showing deffinate favorism to that leg... Lee slides out of the ring, reaches in & grabs Ducati's leg.. He then grabs the OTHER... He's got him setup with his midsection in front of the turnbuckle.. HE PULLS but DUCATI RESISTS & pulls his legs forward causing Todd to lunge forward FACE first into the backside of that turnbuckle! Good god, his nose has got to be busted right OPEN! That was vicious...

Scot Lamont: That was hilarious! good job Ducati! ...Mr. Ducati is now starting to stand up, but that leg looks as though it's about to snap.. Silly bastard let Lee hit him too much... Should'a been recouperating, but nope, he kept giving Todd his leg...

Peter Roberts: There wasn't much else he could do... Todd's starting to get up on the outside of the ring now...ducati's fly's off one end of the ropes... He fly's through the other with a spinning diving ELBOW! Good god, he nails Todd right in the side of the chest & drops him hard against the concrete! By god, what a move.. I don't know how Ducati got the speed behind it with that leg, but by god, he DID IT! Ducati's slowly getting back up to his feet.. He reaches down & pulls Todd up by the back of his neck.. OH! A big knee to the face & now Ducati spins him around & SMASH! He runs him right into the steel gaurdrail.. Lee hits it & just bounces OFF backward.. Ducati grabs him from behind, around the waist... NO! NO! NO! BELLY TO BACK SUPLEX & he cracks Lee Todd rights on his own DAMNED NECK!

Scot Lamont: Break that bastard in half!

[The crowd is really starting to get behind Ducati now..]

Peter Roberts: That was helatious if i've ever seen it.. Ducati now back up to his feet & Todd looks as though he's in agony, he's squirming around like a damned worm.. Ducati steps over to him & pulls him up slowly by the arm.. Lee's having troubles even getting to his feet.. Ducati grabs him & smashes his head into the gaurdrail.. OH! Again... He repeats it... He now whips Todd's head off of the gaurdrail, and RUSSIAN LEGSWEEP! Russian legsweep onto the concrete!

Scot Lamont: Aww come on Ducati, you can do better than that! CHAIR! CHAIR! CHAIR!

Peter Roberts: Ducati's heaving Lee Todd back up to his feet & rolls him back into the ring.. Todd's sitting up & it looks as though he's eching in pain.. Ducati climbs up on the apron & steps through the center of the two ropes.. He's grabbing Todd from the back of the head & he's lifting him back up towards him.. OH! He sets him up in a full-nelson & starts to fall forward but Lee with an elbow to the side of the head, and that breaks the hold instantly.. Lee now backs himself against the ropes & comes flying back as Ducati turns around & FLYING FOREARM IN THE FACE! Good god, Ducati goes down like a ton of bricks & Lee's right back up to his feet...

Scot Lamont: ...unfortunatly. ...but wait, there's still hope! Ducati is getting right back up to his feet... Lee's off the ropes again.. He runs & ducks a clothesline, the lucky bastard, he hits the other rope & comes in with a diving shoulder tackle right through the chest of Ducati, knocking the wind right out of the poor bastard...

Peter Roberts: By god, what a sickening thud, but Ducati DID not go down.. He's holding his chest & now Lee grabs him by the head & plants him with an evenflow DDT which flips him right onto his back & hard... Todd turns around & pulls Ducati up.. He locks in both hands around Ducati's throat & locks in an inverted FACE LOCK! Good god..

Scot Lamont: Dammit Peter, no wonder your such a pathetic commentator! Use easier words so people know what in the hell the move is, for people at home who might not be able to actually see whats on there television screens, an inverted facelock is a dragon Sleeper..

Peter Roberts: Christ, yes.. it's a dragonsleeper.. Yippieee doo... Ducati is once again screaming in agony & Todd has it locked in tight... Ducati's squirming every which direction trying to break the hold, but it's no use & Todd is not letting up... He's got it cinched in tight, but Ducati just won't give in...

Scot Lamont: Yeah, Ducati's deffinatly one of the stupider people in this sport...

Peter Roberts: He's struggling to get free, but.. OH, finally Todd breaks the hold & lets Ducati's limp carcus fall onto the canvas... Lee rolls him over & hooks the leg, he counts along with the reff...

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Peter Roberts: NO! NO! Ducati still has life in HIM DAMMIT! Todd's up to his feet & he's yelling & cursing obscene words at the reff!

Scot Lamont: ...Hell, even that reff could probably take Lee Todd on a good day... Todd being a big man shoves the reff into the corner & then turns around & BAHAHA! Ducati grabs him surprisingly as he turns around, but the legs... OH! He falls back, FLING 'BADDA! He snaps him back with a CATAPULT & Lee's limp body goes smack dab right into the reff's!

Peter Roberts: ...This is not good at all... Lee stumbles back into Ducati who grabs him in a full-nelson & FALLS BACK into a full-nelson suplex PIN... but the reff is out cold! The reff is out cold!

Scot Lamont One, two, three, four... C'mon REFF! Do your freaking job! no wonder Todd hit him... He's sleeping on the job!

Peter Roberts: ...Ducati breaks off the nelson-pin now & stands back up to his feet as Todd rolls to the outside of the ring...

[The fans break into a "TODD SUCKS! TODD SUCKS! TODD SUCKS!" ..chant...]

Scot Lamont: Smart fans for once... I'm liking BC...

Peter Roberts: It's my homet...

Scot Lamont: HEY, what the hell was that?

Peter Roberts: ..what was what?

Scot Lamont: Oh, it was your words fading away, back to the match you id'git...

Peter Roberts: Yes, well... Ducati turns around & the reff is still unconscious.. Todd.. Oh CHRIST, TODD's got the chair & slides in from behind Ducati... He slowly rolls in, grabs the chair & gets up to his feet.. He's got a great grin on his face & he's winding that damned chair up... NO! NO! CRACK! CRACK! Two consecutive CHAIR shots to Ducati's BACK, right into his damned SPINE god dammit! How violent is this gonna get?! How violent DAMMIT?! Ducati's on his hands & knee's and now LEe Todd lays that chair right in front of his face.. It's folded & look at the size of those damned DENTS God dammit... Lee's grabbing Ducati around the waist now, he's got him up... NO! NO! NO! NO!

Scot Lamont: Two words, ouch.

Peter Roberts: That's one word you completly useless IDIOT... MAN OH MAN! Lee F'n Todd just PILEDROVE Ducati onto that steel CHAIR & Ducati's head has just GOT to be throbbing from that one... Lee now places his foot on Ducati's chest & flex's for the crowd...

[The crowd boos loudly.. and then breaks out into a "DUCATI!" chant...]

Peter Roberts: ...there's still no reff to count & Lee doesn't have a clue why he hasn't won yet...

Scot Lamont: Shows the intelligence of Lee right there... Dumbass so he is... The REFF IS OUT IDIOT! Do you hear me TODD?! The reff is OUT COLD...

Peter Roberts: Lee goes over to the reff & Good god, he slaps him across the face to wake him up.. Todd goes back to Ducati's body & wraps his leg up for the pinfall...

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Peter Roberts: ...and this time a quick kickout by Ducati, and Lee looks infuriated! He shakes his head at the reff & turns around, he begins pulling Ducati back up to his feet... He lifts him up by the chin, turns around & sets up for a neckbreaker, but NO! Ducati grabs him around the waist & falls back with a violent looking suplex, beutifully preformed by Ducati & Lee's back is arching now as Ducati slowly tries to recouperate in the corner...

Scot Lamont: I don't think he's gonna recouperate anytime soon unfortunatly, the bastard got planted onto a steel chair for gods sake! Do you know how much that bloody hurts?! Alot more than a little I TELL YOU!

Peter Roberts: ..Thanks for your opinion Scot, Lee's using the turnbuckle & getting back up to his feet now as Ducati's sitting & resting in the cor.. NO! Lee Todd runs in with a vicious KNEE right into Ducati's face! Right into his DAMNED FACE.. Man oh man... Ducati now lifted outside of the corner by Lee who sets up... YES! YES! It's the HANGMAN'S NECKBREAKER, the RUDE AWAKENING! THE DAMNED F*CK YOU!!! F*CK YOU!

Scot Lamont: Sheesh Petey, your mean... f*ck you too b*tch...

Peter Roberts: NO! That's his move name.. Todd now covers up for the pin...

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Peter Roberts: Todd got HIM! Todd got HIM! Lee F'n Todd will walk away with the victory over Ducati in this unbelievable match! Good god folks, what a way to start off such an amazing Pay-Per-View EVENT! Good god almighty, this will be remembered FOREVER as properly entitled & folks, hell is brewing, i can feel it & I think this match was just a small sample of things to come!

Scot Lamont: What in the hell is that maniac doing here?!

[Edmond Payne II'nd just rolls into the ring...]

Peter Roberts: ...Good god, Lee Todd just slid out of the ring & looks out at Payne who snears back, what in the he... Ducati's UP & DUCATIS DOWN! DUCATIS DOWN! GOOD GOD! Payne just grabbed him & layed him down with a double arm-DDT.. Todd's scratching his head over this one.. Payne now locks in the Poor Man's FOLLY! He's locking in the damned POOR MAN's FOLLY! Good god, he's got that inverted chinlock & leglock combo locked in to perfection & Ducati is completly out cold... The reff is trying to pry Payne off of him, but can't seem to free Ducati..

Scot Lamont: Here comes the cavalry!

Peter Roberts: ..Good god, another three of FHW's own reff's have just dove into the ring & there ALL trying to pull Payne away from that poor man's folly & Ducati has passed out... Good god, another two reff's have hit the ring & now six of FHW's officials are trying DESPERATLY to free Ducati from Payne's clutches.. Lee just walks out casually shaking his head, what in the hell right does Payne have here for god's SAKE, and why ATTACK DUCATI OF ALL PEOPLE?!

Scot Lamont: I think that kids a few biscuits short of a box if you ask me.. 'Course you won't find me telling that to the lad.. He's as nutty as they come, lemme tell you.. I wouldn't want to get into the ring with a freak like that.. He's almost ...I dunno, the worst possible thing I can think of... Oh yeah, Irisish.. He's almost irish for gods sake...

Peter Roberts: Looks like two more security officers who just hit the ring have finally managed to pull Payne off of Ducati but the damage has already been done & now the medics are bringing in the stretcher.. The Poor Man's Folly is vicious enough for a couple of seconds, let alone what Ducati would have felt after being in it for THREE DAMNED MINUTES... Good god, good god... Things have started off to a seriously loud bang this evening & now we're already getting ready for the hardcore four-way elimination style Hardcore title matchup... Marcus the Reaper Ash's first title defense against Tumbler, Plague, and silent newcomer, Johnny Cocsure.. God only knows what in the hell this one's gonna be like...

Scot Lamont: The security will wheel out my carts 'o 'de fun'oh right after all four hacks are in that ring...

(A sudden blasting of static erupts over the Firkn’tron as the lights dim and soon the solemn words of Nirvana’s “Lake of Fire” begin to echo…)

Where do bad folks go when they die?
They don't go to heaven where the angels fly
They go to the lake of fire and fry
Won't see them again 'till the fourth of July…

(Suddenly another blast of static triggers a very familiar voice which speaks simply…“Lets Dance…”, as a Gunshot sounds bringing to life the disturbing sounds of Marilyn Manson’s “AntiChrist Superstar”. The fans explode as the pictures of a hand of poker cards, three 8s and two aces, Dead mans Hand, shimmers over the Firkn tron and is replaced by pictures of strip clubs, bar room brawls, the anatomy of a shotgun and the gleaming black hull of a 1969 Dodge Charger 426 hemi... Ash steps out & the crowd roars in aproval of this nutcase... "Ladies & Gentlemen, the following match is schedueled for one fall.. Currently entering the ring, he is the CURRENT Hardcore Champion putting his title on the line tonight, he weighs in at 250lbs & stands at 6'4".. He hails in from parts unknown, he is MARCUS... THE REAPER... ASH!!!!" ...The crowd's response is both of cheers & boos...)

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

(Come out & Play by the Offspring kicks in over the firkntron as Tumbler steps out to a mass ontorage of boos... This crowd goes nuts over him.. They hate him more than life itself... Five rows of red pyro's fire up, blasting off into the air.. When the smoke clears he comes out of the curtain with his da broomstick held high in the air. He then continues to walk down the aisle and trash talks to the fans. He then jumps on the apron and steps into the ring holding up his broomstick one more time... "...and their opponent, Currently standing inside of the ring, hailing in from Darlington, England.. He wrighs in at 230lbs & stands at 6'2".. He is TUMBLER!!!" ...The crowd boos even louder as he gives a curteous bow...)

(...Without warning, My Generation by Limp Bizkit pounds out of the numerous speakers within the arena as Plague steps out through the curtains. He stops upon the top of the rampway, scans the crowd with a look of indifference, and then makes his way down to the ring with a slight limp. "...and their opponent, Currently making his way to the ring and being accompanied by Craig Kneeshaw, hailing from Darlington, England...he is 6'2" and weighs in at 262lbs...he is the walking infestation...the president of pox...he is none other than PLAGUE!" Plague slides into the ring and makes his way to the corner of the ring. When it looks as if he is going to climb the ring post, he stops and does nothing except stare into the massive crowd around him as the bell rings...)

Scot Lamont: ...bring down the CARTS!

Peter Roberts: These guys aren't waiting for the carts & all three men have gone RIGHT to the Tumbler.. GOOD GOD! Cocsure, Plague, and Ash are all beating the hell of of the Tumbler in the corner right now, boots are coming in from every-which direction & Tumbler has nowhere to go.. Plague pulls him up & whips him across the ropes.. He comes flying back & he gets cut short of a decapitation by Ash! Good god.. Plague then follows that up with a legdrop as Cocsure does a headbutt to the groin... Cocsure's up still holding onto those legs & now drags Tumbler toward the middle of the ring.. and WHAMMO! He nails him in the crotch with a vicious kick to the inner-thight! ...and here comes your carts Scot!

Scot Lamont: ..about TIME! One of them is filled with a few household items.. The other is filled with a couple of gifts I found at a WEDDING! Bahaha, I have no idea whats wrapped in those presents but it should be one hell of a fun night finding out WHAT... Can you imagine the potential?! It's gonna be classic!

Peter Roberts:  Tumblers really taking a beating at the hands of Plague and Ash.

Scot Lamont:  Well I guess Tumbler should of thought about that before he started running his mouth.

Peter Roberts: : Wait a second who's that walking down the isle? It's Lee F'n' Todd what the hell's he doing here.

Scot Lamont: Doesn't he have enough on his plate tonight, why the hell does he have that Sledge Hammer... What a tit.

Peter Roberts: My god he's in the ring, what is he doing here, he just smashed Cocksure straight in the back of his spine with that hammer. Johnny may never walk again. Plague turns around to be met with the end of that Hammer straight between the eyes. Ash doesn't even realise what's going on he's beating Tumbler bloody. Tumblers lost so much blood I think he's dead.

Scot Lamont:  Lee grabs Ash and he hits the F*ck U, he took Ash by total surprise did you see his neck snap. He throws Tumbler on top and the ref has no choice but to count.

Peter Roberts: GOOD GOD...

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Peter Roberts: PLAGUE IS UP & BREAKS THE COUNT! PLAGUE IS UP & BREAKS THE COUNT!

Peter roberts: ... Tumbler is ripped into the ropes by Plague & Cocsure now... OH! Tumbler rips down on Cocsure & then finds himself in harms way as Plague lifts up off the canvas with a german suplex! Good god almighty, that had a thunderous crunch to it! ..Plague now getting right up & Cocsure gives him a shove.. Plague backs away as if to say this isn't your battle... Ash just rolled out of the ring & Cocsure now grabs Plague's head & blasts a fist right in... Plague steps back & shakes his head... He doesn't look too happy & Cocsure is DARING him to come at him.. Plague steps up to bat & Cocsure deliers a quick series of lefts & rights, he goes for one final haymaker but NO! NO! Plague CAUGHT It.. He grabs Cocsures arm & snaps it down over his shoulder with an armbreaker!

Scot Lamont: Plague is a top-notch all-rounder, boring mind you.. But he's still a top-notch all rounder.. Uh oh! Turn around big little man! Here comes the Tumbles!

Peter Roberts: Tumbler comes out of the corner with a spinning shoulder drive & slams Plague right in the back, knocking him instantly to the canvas & it looks as though Reaper's looking through those carts of yours Scot.. It looks as though he's pulled out.. no, you didn't how in the hell did you manage?! LADIES & GENTLEMEN.. Reaper has rolled into the ring with a DAMNED SINK BOTTOM.. Everything is here, INCLUDING THE KITCHEN SINK! Good god.. He slides into the ring & runs in from behind Tumbler, AND SMASH, CRACK & DIDDY! He BREAKS the ceramic bowl of the sink right overtop of Tumbler's head & knocks him completly out cold.. Reaper drops the two halfs of the sink to the canvas & finds himself clotheslined ALL TO HELL by Plague!

Scot Lamont: If I didn't know any better, i'de sware that kitchen sink to the head may have hurt.. Good thing I don't know any better & it looks like the gay.. Gay happy gay man is up...

Peter Roberts: ...Cocsure's running in on Plague from behind...

Scot Lamont: Woah, that's a surprise...

Peter Roberts: OH! Back suplex! Back suplex! He delivers a beutiful maneuver that drops Plague right on his damned neck! ..Ash is now lifting Plague right up, he & Cocsure whip Plague across the ropes.. Plague comes back & stops short of a double clothesline! GOOD GOD! He now grabs the heads of both men & FALLS BACK IN A CLEVERLY CONCEIVED DOUBLE-DDT! Good god, he puts both men out of there boots.. Plague's right back up now & turns around to side-step a violent spear attempt by Cocsure.. Cocsure turns around & runs at Plague but Plague reads it! He grabs him by the arm with hiptoss TAKEDOWN OVERTOP THE ROPES!!!

Scot Lamont: Plague doesn't know it, but he's just done Cocsure a favour...

Peter Roberts: Plageu now reaches down & pulls the battered Tumbler up to his fe.. OH! OH! Lowblow! Lowblow by Tumbler sends Plague bouncing backward just in time for Ash to come running at him with a clothesline but NO! NO! Plague grabs him by the arm & armdrags him down into a CROSSFACE! He's got a damned crossface applied & Ash looks about ready to give in.. NO! NO! He reaches out & grabs the ropes! The ropes.. What in the HELL is Tumbler doing on the TOP-ROPE?!

Scot Lamont: Giving us a show... Cocsure's digging for utilities in the non-wedding cart & Tumbler's off the top-rope with a BODYPRESS to Cocsure's BACK! WHAMMA!! He kocks Cocsure forward & Johnny falls neck first against the cart & the cart tips overtop of him! OUCH!

Peter Roberts: Ash & Plague are exchanging blows on the inside of the ring, lefts & rights from every-which way.. OH! Ash connects with a vicious right to the side of Plague's head, and ANOTHER... OH, he then grabs Plague, shoves him against the corner & propells him into the opposing corner & Plague Slams BACK FIRST into that corner & comes tumbling out... OH! Ash runs in with a forearm & drops Plague instantly to the mat.. Tumbler is finally starting to get up on the outside of the ring.. He pulls that shopping cart up off of Cocsure, and grabs something from it.. It looks like.. NO! NO! IT's a damned miniature television god dammit!

Scot Lamont: I wasted $20 at a pawn shop for that, he better damn well use it!

Peter Roberts: Good god.. Cocsure's up & CRASH! He gets nailed in the head with that television set & now Cocsure is planted with a DDT on whats-left OF IT! Good god almighty! ...Ash is lifting Plague up to his feet.. OH! He helps him up with a big knee to the chest, another... OH! One to the FACE for good measure & now Ash grabs Plague's HEAD & snaps it REPEATEDLY into the damned CORNER! OUCH! OUCH! OUCH! Ash now grabs Plague around & drops him with a russian legsweep...

Scot Lamont: A VICIOUS RUSSIAN LEGSWEEP! A VICIOUS RUSSIAN LEGSWEEP! Baha, yeah.. right....

Peter Roberts: Sarcasm is noted. Tumbler's pulling Cocsure back up, and OH MAN! He slams his face in the side of one of those carts on the way up... Tumbler now lets him drop with a single haymaker.. Tumbler's digging through the damned shopping cart for anything.. WAIT! WAIT... Here comes ASH! RIGHT THROUGH THE ROPES with a SUICIDAL SPEAR TYPE MOVE! Good god, he CLOCKS Tumbler right against the cart!

Scot Lamont: Life's easiest answer to lypol suction?

Peter Roberts: Man oh man, Ash is a lune... Plague's still sitting face down against the turnbuck.. No, wait.. It looks as though he's finally coming to.. Ash is pulling Tumbler back up to his feet.. Tumbler's got a bad gash on his forehead.. Reaper now grabs him by the head & smacks his head into the gaurdrail, OH! Twice.. Reaper now lets go & Tumbler fires a vicious elbow into the side of his head... Reaper looks stunned... OH! Tumbler grabs him quickly, scoups him up & Bodyslams him down on the steel floor of the walkway! OH MAN.. Plague just PILEDROVE Cocsure straight down onto the concrete & he's busted Cocsure right damned open!

Scot Lamont: Yeah, it's pretty funny.

Peter Roberts: Plague now grabs that cart & pulls it around, what in the HELL?! HE'S RUNNING AT TUMBLER & Ash who are fighting in the middle of the rampway! GOOD GOD! HE DRIVES OVER ASH! HE DRIVES OVER ASH... Tumbler steps aside in the knick of time & lets in a quick fist to the gut of Plague kick in.. OH! Plague fires right back & these two are blasting each other away... Cocsure is back to his feet however, and he's looking through the other cart.. He's pulling out.. WHAT IN THE HELL?! CHRIST SCOT!

Scot Lamont: WOO! A NEON LIGHT BABY! Those things are cool, they explode!

Peter Roberts: ..For the love of god... Cocsure has two 5ft neon lights! One in each hand, this is NOT GOOD... Tumbler just threw Plague into the guardrail, Tumbler now turns around as Cocsure drops one light & then swings the other like a baseball BAT INTO TUMBLERS FACE & IT EXPLODES! Good god, it shatters overtop of Tumbler's face & Tumbler falls straight down to the ramp..

[The crowd begins to cheer..]

Scot Lamont: That was pretty cool.

Peter Roberts: I bet Tumbler would disagree with you on that one Firky... Good god almighty, Cocsure now rolls up Tumbler for the first pinfall of the evening! This is elimination remember...

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Scot Lamont: That's what I like to see!

Peter Roberts: Ash isn't done with Plague, he's pulling him up to his feet.. OH! PLAGUE IS STILL AWAKE & ASH LOOKS LIKE HE'S ABOUT TO PISS HIS PANTS! Plague grabs him by the WAIST & NO! NO! He brings him around & DROPS HIM ON HIS HEAD! DROPS HIM ON HIS HEAD! Good god, a tombstone PILEDRIVER! He drove him STRAIGHT DOWN... Plague gets back up & Cocsure runs him down with a clothesline to the back of the head.. Cocsure begins to girate his hips..

Scot Lamont: Ok, that's not right...

Peter Roberts: APPARENTLY Tumbles agree's with you.. He just clocked Cocsure from behind.. Cocsure turns around & SINGLE-ARM DDT by Tumbler there & Cocsure's face is driven straight DOWN! Good god. Plague is leaning against the gaurdrail trying to get some energy back but NO LUCK! Tumbler runs at him & TACKLES HIM AGAINST THE GAURDRAIL! THe rail falls flat back & the two extreme wrestlers fall against the damned concrete! This is getting tremendously exciting now... It looks as though the Reaper is getting back up now & he's pulling Cocsure back up to his feet...

Scot Lamont: I wouldn't wanna touch Cocsure, you have no idea where he's probably been.. blech!

Peter Roberts: OH! Ash just through him into that cart & the cart tips over.. Wedding presents go flying about everywhere & Cocsure tumbles overtop of all of them... Man oh man... He's slowly getting up BUT NO! NO! ASH SPEARS HIM RIGHT BACK DOWN! Good god, what a vicious SPEAR! He drove Cocsure down & he drove him down damn sure HARD... Tumbler is lifting Plague back up to his feet.. OH! He knee's him in the face for good measure, then gets him up, hunches him over & it looks like he's going for a powerb.. NO! NO! Plague won't GO UP.. He stays planted & BACKDROP'S Tumbler even farther back into the audience. Security is struggling to keep everybody back...

Scot Lamont: BAH! Let 'em get in on the action!

Peter Roberts: Plague turns around now & grabs Tumbler by the hair & lifts him up slowly.. GOOD GOD! GOOD GOD! BELLY TO BACK FLIPPING THROW SUPLEX! He grabs Tumbler from behind & falls back, letting go so Tumbler flips in MID-AIR & LANDS RIGHT ON HIS DAMNED STOMACH! Good god, did you see the leverage he got on him there?! This is incredible!

[The fans are screaming there asses off...]

Scot Lamont: You can tell Tumbler's had the wind knocked out of him.. His foot almost collided with one of these poor peons of a fans face.. That would have been more than; that fan would have liked to of seen...

Peter Roberts: This is unbarable action! OH! Reaper just broke Cocsure's nose right open with one of those presents he picked up... Cocsure is NOT moving & Reaper goes for the pin...

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Peter Roberts: HE GOT HIM! HE GOT HIM! HE GOT HIM! Cocsure has been eliminated from this fatal-four way elimination MATCHUP & Reaper looks curious as to whats behind the wrapping paper.. He's ripping that wedding preasent open, what the h.. NO! NO! DAMMIT! IT's A TOASTER & it's got Cocsure's FACE IMPRINTED ON IT!

Scot Lamont: There's some memorabilia you don't want.

Peter Roberts: Good god, Reaper steps aside & grabs another preasent & begins shredding it open.. It's in a box, he rips the brown box open & CHRIST ALMIGHTY! Ash has a damned BLENDER IN HIS HANDS! He has a DAMNED BLENDER IN HIS HANDS!

Scot Lamont: This does not vote well for Tumbler & Plague..

Peter Roberts: There still focused on each other & Plague has a damned TEXAS-CLOVERLEAF applied on Tumbler & Tumbler is screaming in agony.. Here comes ASH, but NO! NO! Plague lets go of Tumbler & grabs Ash's legs, he then wraps it around & YES! He has the cloverleaf APPLIED TO REAPER! He has the damned cloverleaf applied to Reaper & now Ash is screaming in agony... Tumbler is still on the canvas really favoring his right leg... Ash is in AGONY. The reff is checking up on him... Ash has nowhere to go... Tumbler's slowly starting to get back up to his feet...

Scot Lamont: This should be interesting...

Peter Roberts: ...Tumbler is completly up now... He backs off, limping slowly.. Plague has his back to him & Reaper's about ready to TAP.. NO! NO! Tumbler takes a running START & grabs Plague by the HEAD, bulldogging him back into the ringside area, right on the edge of the RAMPWAY! GOOD GOD, it's a damned wonder he didn't decapitate him! Man oh MAN... Reaper's writhing around in pain, he's clutching his leg, and he looks like he's extremly hurt. Good god almighty... All three men are down & Cocsure has already been eliminated.

Scot Lamont: Get up you lazy mugs 'ya! C'mon, give us something worth watching.. HELL! Can we just skip to the next match?

Peter Roberts: I suppose we can Scotty, my boy... It looks as though Tumbler's the least hurt as he's beginning to get back up to his fe.. No wait, Plague is UP AS WELL! Both men are up.. Tumbler runs at Plague & PLAGUE with another BACKDROP! ...Reaper is up & rolls on behind Plague.. He grabs that damned blender.. OH CHRIST! It's still in TACT! Plague turns toward Tumbler & grabs him by the hair...

[The crowd is screaming "PLAGUE! PLAGUE! PLAGUE!"...]

Scot Lamont: Seems like these dumb fans are really getting behind Plague tonight.

Peter Roberts: GOOD GOD! A fallen soldier! Reaper runs in from behind Plague & HE SHATTERS the damned blender around his head! GOOD GOD ALMIGHTY! Good god almighty.. Tumbler's rolling away & now Reaper is mounting the Plague with lefts & rights & GOOD GOD, he looks as though he's flipped his damned LID! Tumbler's dragging himself away from the mess, and Reaper continues with the lefts & rights.. Reaper steps off of him now & he's laying in the boots! GOOD GOD! He scrapes his boot right across Plague's FACE! Right across his face DAMMIT! ..Tumbler has snuck away.. He's picked up another preasent... No idea what it is & he doesn't care.. He's walking back toward Plague & Reaper!

Scot Lamont: This is what I like... Nobody's playing the roll of the coward here...

Peter Roberts: Reaper's pulling Plague back up to his feet, he grabs him by the head with a front facelock & WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! He's now KNEEING HIM IN THE DAMNED FACE! Plague is MESSED UP here.. Ash consistently rams his knee into his damned face! Good god, GOOD GOD... Ash is gonna cave in Plague's fac... NO! NO! Tumbler leaps in from out of nowhere & BLASTS that box around Ash's head, SOMETIHNG INSIDE THE BOX SHATTERED & it didn't look as though Ash got too badly hurt from it.. Tumbler shakes the box & see's Reaper on his feet again.. OH! Tumbler charges at him but NO! Reaper nails him with a kick in the gut & then delivers a hard clothesline, but NO! Tumbles DUCKED & Plague is BACK UP! He turns Reaper around... OH! OH! OVERHEAD PRESS POWERSLAM! Good god, Ash has just had the wind knocked right out of him & now Tumbler's walking toward the ring with that box under his arm & a huge smile across his face...

Scot Lamont: That guys nuttier than an englishman...

Peter Roberts: He is english.

Scot Lamont: Obviously.

Peter Roberts: whatever... Plague is dragging Ash from out of the audience circle & back onto the rampway & Tumbler has just rolled into the ring with that box, I have no idea what in the hell he could have in that box.. BUT MAN! Reaper just got thrown into the opposing gaurdrail by Plague & it looks as though he's had the wind knocked right out of him! What in the name of g... What's tumbler doing now? He's unwrapping the preasent.. IT's a box of... CHAMPAIGN GLASSES?! What in the HELL.. He's opening it & he's dropping the damned broken GLASSES EVERYWHERE! He's ditched it in the center of the ring & now flings the box out of the ring...

Scot Lamont: This shows some promise...

Peter Roberts: Good god almighty... Plague is walking down to the ring with Reaper in his hand.. what is this?! Tumbler's off the ropes & BASBEALL SLIDE to Plague's FACE! That drops him flat out cold & now Ash dives into the ring.. He's up to his feet & charges at Tumbler but NO! ..Tumbler turns around.. Leaps on the second turnbuckle & follows up with a flying clothesline, but ASH DOESN'T GO DOWN! He instead runs at Tumbler, but NO! Tumbler hops up on the turnbuckle & ASH SPEARS THE DAMNED BUCKLE, Tumbler now rolls off the turnbuckle, grabbing Ash for a SMALL PACKAGE! A SMALL PACKAGE!

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Scot Lamont: LUCKY BASTARD!

Peter Roberts: For the love of god, i don't know how... but Ash somehow managed to break out of that hold.. Plague is now up.. He's grabbing something out of the non-wedding basket, what in the hel.. NO! NO! Good god, damned if it wasn't a freaking KEYBOARD, Scot, where in the hell did you get this stuff?

Scot Lamont: A pawn shop, didn't I already say that? your dumb...

Peter Roberts: Plague now throws that into the ring as OH! OH! Tumbler's laying in a mudhole stomping on Ash! Plague's now under the ring apr... NO! ON! NO! NO! NO! HE'S SLIDING A TABLE INTO THE DAMNED RING! HE'S SLIDING A TABLE INTO THE DAMNED RING! ..Wait now, he's under the apron again, a SECOND TABLE! A DAMNED SECOND TABLE! Plague is sliding a SECOND table into the damned ring & THIS IS NOT RIGHT! NOT RIGHT DAMMIT! NOT RIGHT.. Good god almighty... Plague now steps up onto the apro.. NO! Tumbler see's him & runs at him.. BUT NO! Plague steps through the ropes & catches tumbler in a DROPKICK & DROPS HIM ON HIS KNEE! RIBBUSTER! Good god, Tumbler lsides off & Reaper's trying to regain his balance in the corner...

Scot Lamont: Reaper's needs to get a little more into this or he's not gonna do much good...

Peter Roberts: Thanks for those words of wisdom scot.. OH! Ash races out of the corner for a clothesline but Plague reads it... SIDEWALK SLAM! SIDEWALK SLAM! SIDEWALM SLAM BY PLAGUE & HE SLAMS REaper onto the DAMNED GLASS! THE DAMNED GLASS! Good god almighty... That's like.. a rock bottom on a whole shitload of glass... This is incredible action.. Plague now grabs Tumb.. OH! Tumbler with a lowblow, into a fireman's CARRY & Plague falls back FIRST ON TOP OF ASH ON TOP OF THE GLASS!

Scot Lamont: Oh yeah, this is quality entertainment NOW! I'm loving every minute of it... This is Classic firk'n hardcore action...

[The crowd is chanting.. TABLES! TABLES! TABLES!...]

Peter Roberts: GOOD GOD! Tumbler points down to one of the tables... NO! HE PULLS IT UP & THE CROWD ROARS! This crowd is 100% BEHIND HIM! This crowd is 100% BEHIND HIM.. He's setting the damned table up now.. He pulls Ash to his feet & tosses him into the corner right in front of the table... Tumbler now climbs to the top-rope & steps around Ash.. He pulls Ash up... He's having troubles retaining his bala.. GOOD GOD NO! A TOMBSTONE POSITI... TOMBSTONE PILEDRIVER OFF THE TOP-ROPE THROUGH ThE DAMNED TABLE! That was the FINAL DESTINATION & that table has collided through BOTH MEN... Tumbler makes the pin...

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Scot Lamont: Woah, he got him with a wimpy pussy move like that?! I'm impressed.

Peter Roberts: GOOD GOD ALMIGHTY, it's incredible ASH IS STILL ALIVE. He's being kicked out of the ring by Tumbler now, Tumbler now turns around & A VIOLENT SPEAR AGAINST THE CORNER BY PLAGUE! A SPEAR INTO THE CORNER BY PLAGUE! Good god! Plague backs away as Tumbler wobbles out of the corner.. Plague lifts him up, turns around with Tumbler in his arms & SPINEBUSTED! SPINEBUSTER ONTO THE GLASS SHARDS! GOOD GOD ALMIGHTY.. PLAGUE WITH THE ROLLUP!

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Scot Lamont: HE GOT HIM! HE GOT H... No wait, the reff says it was only a 2! Shitty deal...

Peter Roberts: GOOD GOD, PLAGUE LOOKS PISSED! HE LOOKS PISSED BEYOND ANYTHING & he's telling the reff off... He shakes his head & turns back to the still stable table.. He grabs it & he's setting up into the corner.. Man oh man... He turns back to Tumbler WHO's RUNNING AT HIM!

Scot Lamont: UP & AT 'EM TUMBLES!

Peter Roberts: BY GOD, Plague grabs him in the mid-run & sets him up for a powerbomb, he turns toward the TABLE & SETS UP BUT.. BUT... JESUS HOLY MOTHER OF EARTH! Tumbler with a HURRICANRANA TO ESCAPE IT & HE HURRICANRANAS PLAGUE THROUGH THE FREAKING TABLE! I've never seen anything LIKE THIS... Tumbler quickly rolls of Plague...

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Scot Lamont: Jesus, what does it TAKE?!

Peter Roberts: Plague has KICKED OUT. Plague has just KICKED OUT & these two still have FIGHT IN THEM.. Tumbler now grabs that keyboard off of the ground.. He runs at PLAGUE, Plague ducks, and clotheslines TUMBLER who was holding that keyboard RIGHT IN HIS DAMNED FACE! HIS DAMNED FACE.. Plague now grabs him.. NO! NO! BRAINBUSTER SUPLEX! BRAINBUSTER SUPLEX! THE OUTBREAK! OUTBREAK!

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Scot Lamont: FINALLY.

Peter Roberts: GOOD GOD ALMIGHTY FOLKS, we have a NEWWWW HARDCOR.. Wait, what in the HELL?! NO! NO! C'MON REFF! Stop the insanity! STOP THE INSANITY! IT WAS ONLY A TWO COUNT FOLKS! IT WAS ONLY A TWO COUNT FOLKS!

Scot Lamont: Christ, I knew I should'a brought a sleeping BAG...

Peter Roberts: This is unbelievable. I don't think anyone has ever kicked out of the outbreak but Tumbler managed to do it somehow & Plague doesn't know how in the hell he's going to put the Tumbler away now... He's pulling Tumbler up, and goes to whip him into the ropes but NO! NO! Tumbler reverses & SENDS PLAGUE INTO THE CORNER! THIS IS NOT GOOD! THIS IS NOT GOOD!

[The fans are tearing the place down with cheers...]

Scot Lamont: These fans are enjoying this...

Peter Roberts: Tumbler now runs at Plague... He's up on the top-rope & pulling PLAGUE UP.. He's setting up for the final destination.. He's got Plague se... NO! NO! Plague's TOO HEAVY! Tumbler can't get him up.. OH! Plague with a fist across Tumbler's CHEST.. Now what in the HELL?! NO! NO THE OUTBREAK FROM THE TOP-ROPE! THE OUTBREAK FROM THE TOP-ROPE... Good god.. Plague turns around with what-little energy he has & attempt the pinfall...

Scot Lamont: ...hopefully for the LAST TIME.

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Peter Roberts: Did he get him? The reff is signalling, the BELL IS RINGING! THE MATCH HAS ENDED! THE MATCH HAS ENDED! Good god almighty, the match has ENDED & Plague will walk away with the VICTORY ON THIS ONE IN what-could be called one of the most brutal matches i've ever seen in my entire CAREER... Good god almighty, that was just too long... TOO DAMNED LONG.. Plague & Tumbler both aren't moving & the medics are coming down with the stretchers... This is oblivious pain if i've ever seen it...

Scot Lamont: This is Firk'n Hardcore Wrestling BABY! YEAH! I'm loving this so-far & i'm so happy to be here, THIS CLOSE to the action, i'll even get to see Stu take gold home TWICE TONIGHT.. He's my PAL sh'know?

Peter Roberts: I'm aware of that firk'n one... But good god, we've only gone through TWO DAMNED matches tonight folks, which means a hell of alot more action remains for tonight...

Scot Lamont: Damned right it does, we still have a lightweight ladder match between two nobody's who can't even make themselves look bad! Ladder matches are so unpredictable, it's GREAT... Plus a GLASS HELL IN A CELL! That's gonna be... Well, a DANDY. Baha, I said it. It's a funny word.

Peter Roberts: errr, well yes..

(Meet the Creeper begins to slowly start as Insomniac steps out from under the curtain in a very cryptic manner... He enters down the rampway slowly & looks on with a vicious sense of hate, he stares down Tragedy inside of the ring, blue & white pyro's flash as he raises his arms to the side & darts toward the ring, "Ladies & Gentlemen, the following match is schedueled for one fall... Currently Coming to the ring, hailing in from the City that Never sleeps... He weighs in at 220lbs, and stands in at 5'10", he is part of a very powerfull stable known as the Lost Souls, he is former Hardcore Champion, Former Tag-Team Champion... An FHW LEGEND... HE IS THE INSOMNIAC!!!" ...The crowd roars in aproval & wait for the bell to 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 this one is on folks! A hell of alot of respect between these two men... They've been exchanging insults to each other for the last three weeks & it all comes down to tonight, both men just staring at each other from within the ring.. Both men ready to pounce at the faintest sight of the other.. This is gonna be a dandy folks, a shear dandy... OH! McCrakken storms in with a right elbow along the side of the Insomniacs head.. The sleepless one steps back & then delivers a swift right to the side of Crakkens face.. John returns with a fist to the midsection, and another back elbow to the side of the Insomniacs head, OH! Insomniac with a knee this time, now he grabs McCrakken & sends him flying against the ropes...

Scot Lamont: Take that 'wee little silly bastard out of his shoes.. He's a dumb dumb.

Peter Roberts: Truer words were never spoken by such idiocy...

Scot Lamont: Don't use words I can't spell...

Peter Roberts: That limits me to a very small vocabulary... Anyways back to the match... McCrakken comes ducking underneath Insomniacs clothesline attempt while flying off the ropes.. McCrakken comes off the opposing ropes now & Insomniac LEAPFROGS him.. McCrakken lunges forward & leaps up on the ropes, turns with a springboard rolling mid-air kick & CONNECTS! MAN OH MAN! Insomniacs skull must have just caved in over that one! KEE-RAK! Insomniac falls lifeless to the canvas & McCrakken takes the moment to slide to the outside of the ring...

Scot Lamont: Smart man, incompacitate your ... err, wait, i don't like big words... Smart man, knock out the bad guy & then go for the win as quick as you can.. You just know in a match like this these two are gonna be exhausted by the end...

Peter Roberts: McCrakken now grabs the ladder & folds it inward.. He holds it under his arm & walks toward the ri... OH JESUS! Insomniac's up & Insomniac's ALIVE! GOOD GOD! SUICIDE DIVE AGAINST THE ROPES & SMACK-O! He nails the unsuspecting McCrakken back to the hard concrete below! Insomniac just rolls off of him & uses the gaurdrail to get back to his feet.. OH MAN! He steps on that ladder multiple times! The ladder's on McCrakken's chest & good god almighty, that's got TO HURT. McCrakken turns over & lets the ladder fall off of him, he's clutching his chest in pain but Insomniac is not letting go anytime soon.. He grabs McCrakken by the hair & begins pulling him up...

Scot Lamont: It looks like dumbass McCrak'ead's in another world here...

Peter Roberts: OH! Insomniac swings him shoulder first into the gaurdrail! Good god, McCrakken bounces off of it like a damned bouncing ball.. He stomps back into Insomniac who grabs him with two underarms, lift him in a full nelson & SLAMS him down on the damned LADDER & that's gonna do wonders for his BACK! Good god almighty, CRUNCH. McCrakken's shoulders are in the air as he hunches his back up.. and BACK DOWN! Insomniac just let a boot loose into his chest.. OH, Insomniac quickly brings him up with one arm & AGAIN.. Again he tosses him into the damned gaurdrail! McCrakken falls back into a sitting position & now Insomniac lets go of a dropkick to the back of his head!

Scot Lamont: I'de say there was a serious risk of brain damage, but I can't with a straight face, so I won't bother...

Peter Roberts: McCrakkens flat on his back now & Insomniac scoups his head up... OH MAN! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! He pummels his head continuously into the damned concrete! McCrakken can't do anything about it.. WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! This match isn't even five minutes in & McCrakken's already bleeding like a damned geiser... Insomniac grabs him by the arm & now sends him across the way into another guardrail! OH, but this time McCrakken comes back with a knee into the midsection of Insomniac... Now McCrakken sets up... RUSSIAN LEGSWEEP! RUSSIAN LEGSWEEP!

Scot Lamont: OH NO! Not a russian legsweep...

Peter Roberts: YES! A RUSSIAN LEGSWEEP... McCrakken's up now & he's picking that ladder back up & he's walking back towards the ring, but Insomniacs already up.. He's just ripped an audience member out of his seat & stolen his chair... OH NO! HE RUNS AT MCCRAKKEN & THWACK! THWACK! Two consecutive chair shot to the back & McCrakken drops the ladder & turns around... THWACK! MAN! He just got clocked right overtop of the head with the chair but HE'S STILL STANDING...

Scot Lamont: He's bleeding like a freaking tap.. Insomniac grabs him, OH BAHAHAHA! Take that.. Live up to your name mc crack'ead! A single-arm DDT by the Sleepless one...

Peter Roberts: Not only that but it was on the side of the damned ladder.. McCrakken is in utter pain here... He's holding his head & he's bleeding from every damned direction & INSOMNIAC IS STILL NOT LETTING UP... He's lifting McCrakken right up to his feet.. He grabs the backside of his head & snaps it right into the side of the apron.. AGAIN! AGAIN.. McCrakken now picks him up, OH! OH! SIDE-SUPLEX! He lets McCrakken land right on his own DAMNED NECK! Good god almighty, this is a bloody battle... Insomniac is back to his feet &.. What in th... NO! NO! He's placed that chair on top of McCrakkens face & now he's climbing up on the apron...

Scot Lamont: It's not like he was much prettier before anyways...

Peter Roberts: Insomniac looks back & signals...

[The crowd breaks into a frenzy...]

Peter Roberts: Good god, listen to these fans... Insomniac... NO! LEGDROP OFF OF THE APRON ONTO THE DAMNED CHAIR & HE CONNECTS! HE CONNECTS! McCrakken pushes the chair off of his face & he's a damned mess.. He's up to his feet, I think he's panicing! ...He looks around & turns toward Insomniac & CHRIST ALMIGHTY... Insomniac runs in for a SPEAR, but MCCRAKKEN READS IT & SOMEHOW GRABS HIM. CHRIST! Good god, McCrakken heaves Insomniac off of the ground & A DAMNED TILT-A-WHIRL BACKBREAKER! Both men instantly fall to the canvas.. There fatigue is already drained.. This is absolutly incredible.

Scot Lamont: Absolutly boring.

Peter Roberts: BORING?! Are you MAD MAN?! Both men are currently down, Insomniac's arching his back, that was a vicious backbreaker if i've ever seen, it was a desperation move on part of McCrakkens part... He's bloodied up & GOOD. Neither man look as though they can do much more.. Insomniacs stopped arching & now he's just sitting up trying desperatly to get some air back into his lungs.. McCrakken isn't stirring one bit... Insomniac's finally sitting up on his knee's & using the gaurdrail to pull himself up.. He still looks badly winded, and finally Johnny boy's starting to get back up to his feet..

Scot Lamont: McCrakkens bloodier than Lee Todd on that time of the month... Jeez...

Peter Roberts: Insomniac looks over at... NO! HE RUNS OVER AT MCCRAKKEN... He just got up for gods sa... NO! NO! McCrakken see's it coming a mile away & ducks down, BACKDROPPING Insomniac over the damned gaurdrail.. He fly's over & he actually has his foot make contact with an old lady in the damned AUDIENCE! Good god almighty... McCrakken falls to his knee's...

Scot Lamont: A familiar position, I gurantee it...

Peter Roberts: Insomniac's lying back first on the damned concrete now & McCrakken's slowly making his way back to his feet.. He's already got more than he bargained for in this match & it's going on from here... He's slowly limping away from the downed gaurdrail with Insomniac lying so pleasently on...

Scot Lamont: Damned Insomniacs always falling asleep during these damned matches...

Peter Roberts: ..McCrakken's pulling the ladder back up now & HE SLIDES IT INTO THE RING.. Insomniac's only just starting to move.. He had better get moving soon 'cause Johnny McCrakken just SLID INTO THE DAMNED RING.. Insomniac's still sitting down & it looks like he's having trouble focusing.. McCrakken uses the turnbuckle to climb up to his feet.. I don't know how he's walking, i've never seen such a great amount of blood loss.. He's pulling that ladder up & dragging it up onto the canvas, right below the damned belt...

Scot Lamont: It looks as though McCrakkens still got a few brain cells left.. If he gets the quick win, he's done...

Peter Roberts: I don't know if he's gonna be so lucky.. Insomniacs slowly making his way back toward the ring.. McCrakken's just beginning to ascend to the top of the ladder.. Insomniac finally opens his eyes & see's what McCrakkens planning, McCrakkens halfway up the ladder & Insomniac slides into the ring... He gives the ladder a quick kick... IN DIDN'T BUDGE.. McCrakkens almost at the top & Insomniac's looking worried.. He runs towards the corner & begins to climb to the top of the turnbuckle..

Scot Lamont: This looks bad for McCrak'ead...

Peter Roberts: IT DOES.. McCrakken's at the top of the ladder & HE SEE's Insomniac setting up... Insomniac is just about to leap off the turbu... HOLY MOTHER OF GOD!!! HOLY MOTHER OF GOD!!! MCCRAKKEN JUST LEPT FROM THE TOP OF THE LADDER & SPEARED INSOMNIAC OFF OF THE TURNBUCKLE! HOLY JESUS!

Scot Lamont: That was cool.

Peter Roberts: CHRIST! McCrakken's FACE hits the turnbuckle as he falls back to the ring, but MAN, he sent Insomniac flying BACKWARDS OFF OF THE TURNBUCKLE & into the gaurdrail below & i've never seen such a fete of athletisism!

[The fans are screaming at the top of there lungs..]

Scot Lamont: I think Insomniac's dead..

Peter Roberts: I'M SURE BOTH MEN ARE HURT NOW... This has been unbelievable.. It's not even over yet for god's sake... Insomniac's back is in non-stop eching pain as he lays without any motion what-so-ever & McCrakken is slowly beginning to climb to the top of the turnbuckle. I don't know how in the hell he can have any energy what-so-ever left... OH! I DON'T KNOW HOW but INSOMNIACS MOVING TOO.. Both of these men are flat out BROKEN but yet, they aren't ENDING IT YET... By god, the Insomniac is climbing up to his feet... McCrakken's up on the top-turnbuckle & Insomniacs looking up... OH CHRIST! McCrakkens off the turnbuckle with a frog spl... NO! NO! INSOMNIACS JUST NAILED HIM ACROSS THE FACE WITH THE CHAIR THROUGH MID-AIR & MCCRAKKENS FLIGHT IS BROUGHT TO A HULT.

Scot Lamont: I don't think i've even heard of an airplane crash THAT bad...

Peter Roberts: Jesus... Insomniac drops the chair & wobbles over to the unconscious McCrakken... He's pulling him up by the ha... NO! NO! MCCRAKKEN WITH A LOW BLOW! MCCRAKKEN WITH A LOW BLOW.. He steps up with an enormous UPPERCUT which staggers the unsuspecting Insomniac back a couple of feet... He starts tumbling forward.. McCrakken grabs him & DDT ON THE CHAIR! DDT ON THE CHAIR! Good god almighty... Insomniac's NOSe has just been busted OPEN ON THE DAMNED CHAIR!

Scot Lamont: ...You know, as much as i hate to admit it.. This is turning out to be a hell of a match between two boring competitor's...

Peter Roberts: BORING?! These guys go all out to put on a damned show! McCrakken's slides into the ring now.. I don't know where in the hell he's getting all of this energy.. IN FACT, Insomniac just SLID INTO THE DAMNED RING AS WELL!

Scot Lamont: Unbelievable! These untalented hacks are bloody ROBOTS!

Peter Roberts: ..McCrakken's up near the top of the ladder.. Insomniac grabs the ladder from the bottom legs.. McCrakken's saying no... McCrakken's NOT WANTING THIS.. Insomniac lifts the legs as McCrakken is standing on top of the ladder & THE LADDER TIPS, but WAIT! ...As McCrakken's falling toward the ropes.. He grabs the top of the ladder & FALLS WITH IT... IT FALLS WITH HIM, but IT UPPERCUTS INSOMNIAC ON THE WAY DOWN... JESUS, but NO! McCrakken's still holding onto it as he hits the concrete & IT'S FALLING WITH HIM.. IT FALLS HA... NO! NO! SAVED BY THE GAURDRAIL... Jesus, that was beyond close..

Scot Lamont: I was hoping to see some McCrack cakes there..

Peter Roberts: We came pretty damn close to having your wish there Scot... What in the he... Insomniac leaps toward the ropes.. fire's up onto the third turnbuckle & FLIPS OFF WITH A SENTON BOMB! SENTON BOMB... CHRIST, he just misses the ladder & CONNECTS FULLY with McCrakkens body... He rolls off & sits up holding his chest... I don't know who these guys are out to injure.. Each other OR THEMSELVES.. Jesus.. McCrakkens pushing the ladder off of him, he looks as though he's had enough.. Insomniac's back up & he's pulling the ladder up off of McCrakken & sliding it back into the ring...

Scot Lamont: I advise Insomniac does this as quickly as possible or bad things may happen...

Peter Roberts: I think it's a little too late for bad things to happen, everything that can possibly happen, HAS happened... Insomniac's setting that ladder up in the middle of the ring now.. He holds onto the first part of the ladder for a moment, it looks as though he's trying desperatly to catch his breath...

Scot Lamont: Better catch it fast, it looks like crazy McCrakkens still ticking...

Peter Roberts: I don't believe it.. I don't bloody believe it... McCrakken is getting UP AGAIN.. Insomniac's just now beginning to start his ascent up to the top of the ladder as McCrakken SLOWLY begins to climb up onto the apron & into the ring... Insomniac's halfway up the ladder.. and NOW WHAT?! McCrakken's climbing to the top of the DAMNED LADDER.. He's rushing.. Insomniac is at the top & begins to climb that final step but NO! NO! McCrakken delivers a fist into his unsuspecting chest.. Insomniac looses his balance, but retains hold & delivers a fist back to McCrakken... AND WHAT THE HELL?

(Suddenly, from the firkntron Highway to Hell begins to blast over the firkntron... The fans go nuts as Scorpion makes way toward the ring...)

Scot Lamont: What's this RUNT doing here?!

Peter Roberts: ..I don't know but Insomniac just LEVELED McCrakken with a HUGE RIGHT HAND, AND ANOT.. NO! McCrakken blocks it & snaps Insomniacs arm onto the top of the ladder.. Holy mother of god.. McCrakken's grabbing Insomniac.. He's on the step away from the top & so is the Insomniac... McCrakken HEAVES INSOMNIAC UP... JESUS! JESUS! JESUS! POWERBOMB FROM THE TOP OF THE LADDER & HE POWERBOMBS INSOMNIAC ONTO THE TURNBUCKLE BELOW! THE DAMNED TURNBUCKLE BELOW.. I think he just shattered Insomniacs BACK.. McCrakkens on top of the ladder!

Scot Lamont: ...Score one for...

Peter Roberts: SCORPION! Scorpion just slid into the ring & SUPERKICKED THE LADDER FROM UNDER MCCRAKKEN & MCCRAKKENS BEEN CHOPPED DOWN LIKE A DAMNED TREE! LIKE A DAMNED TREE!

Scot Lamont: That must've hurt...

Peter Roberts: Jesus christ! Scorpion now nods at the Insomniac & INSOMNIAC NODS BACK?! It's a respect THING... These two have been in FHW from the start.. McCrakken hit those ropes with his groin & fell back into the ring.. This is unbelievable.. Scorpion's walking away as if he's done his thing & McCrakken is out cold... Insomniac's slowly beginning to get to his feet & he's lifting McCrakken up slowly... & pushing him into the turnbuckle... WAIT! NO! McCrakken fires out with a blazing right fist.. ANOTHER! ANOTHER! McCrakken now grabs his LEGS... THE HEAT IS ON! THE HEAT IS ON! THE HEAT IS ON... GOOD GOD! He's got Insomniac in that VICIOUS BOSTON CRAB...

Scot Lamont: Well, so much for Insomniac...

Peter Roberts: HOLD ON! McCrakken just broke the hold, he see's... What the HELL?! Edmond PAYNE THE 2nd is HERE & he's just standing on top of the entrance way... What in the hell is McCrakken doing looking at him? Is something up between these two?

Scot Lamont: There both untalented fruits.. I bet there's something up between the two of 'em..

Peter Roberts: WAIT! NO! FROM BEHIND Insomniac just shoved Insomniac into the corner... Insomniac heaves him up now onto the turnbuckle.. He hooks him in, cinches him up... GOOD GOD! THE TOP-ROPE DRAGON SUPLEX! THE TOP-ROPE DRAGON SUPLEX & McCrakken is down & OUT! MCCRAKKEN IS DOWN & OUT.. Insomniac pulls the ladder up... He limps toward it & BEGINS TO CLIMB.. McCrakken's ACTUALLY GETTING UP! This is absolutly ATROCIOUS! ATROCIOUS!

Scot Lamont: Insomniac's almost at the top!

Peter Roberts: McCrakkens back up & HE RUNS AT THE LADDER BUT INSOMNIAC JUMPS UP & GETS THE TITLE! HE GETS THE DAMNED TITLE! Insomniac reaches up & grabs the FHW Lightweight title & WE HAVE A NEW Firk'n HARDCORE Light-heavy-weight CHAMPION & IT IS FHW LEGEND, INSOMNIAC! HOLY JESUS! HE FALLS RIGHT ON HIS BACK & McCrakken's LOST IT! He picks Insomniac up off the canvas & LOCKS IN THE HEAT ONCE MORE! GOOD GOD... Insomniac has won the lightweight title.. Scorpion's coming back down! Scorpion's coming back down!

Scot Lamont: Aww crap, why's he gotta show his ugly mug? It's because of him that McCrakken lost...

Peter Roberts: Scorpion slides into the ring & SUPERKICKS MCCRAKKEN IN THE JAW, forcing the hold to be broken.. He's helping Insomniac up... GOOD GOD! There HUGGING! Good god.. Scorpion grabs Insomniacs hand & RAISES IT...

Scot Lamont: Openly gay, nothing wrong with that..

Peter Roberts: There almost best friends SCOT! For crying out loud... What a HARD FAUGHT BATTLE, I can't believe what McCrakken had to fight through, two interuptions from Payne & Scorpion left him emptied & Insomniac managed to pull off the win... Scorpion & Insomniac are walking out of the rampway together... McCrakken's losing it... GOOD GOD! He's just grabbed the REFF, POWERBOMB INTO THE HEAT! POWERBOMB INTO THE HEAT! Good god almighty.... The reff is tapping & some more officials are running down toward the ring...

Scot Lamont: dumb officials.

Peter Roberts: ...Good god... About four or five officials are trying to pry McCrakken off of the downed reff.. This is uncalled for! HE LOST THE MATCH DAMMIT! Get over IT! GET THE HELL OVER IT! Good god... FINALLY! FINALLY McCrakken releases the poor reff.. McCrakken's LOST it entirly.. He throws an empty fist into the side of the METAL turnbuckle & busts his fist open, and then rolls out of the ring.. the EMP's are trying to get McCrakken on the stre.. NO! MCCRAKKEN Grabs one of the personel & BODYSLAMS him through the damned STRETCHER & continues to walk out.. The crowd is fearfull.. LADIES & GENTLEMEN, what in the HELL ELSE CAN WE EXPECT TONIGHT! WHAT IN THE HELL ELSE CAN WE EXPECT DAMMIT! This has been a phenominal night so-far & we're only three damned matches THROUGH...

Scot Lamont: Simply unbelievably & now I have to watch a hell of a man.. Stu team up with a hell of a dud, what's his name.. Fule Todd is it? Well, whatever it is.. Let's hope they can at least TRY to put on a good match...

(Suddenly Shiny Happy People begins to play over the firkntron...)

Scot Lamont: err..

Peter Roberts: Don't ask me...

(Fred Estridge begins walking out waving to the fans to a massive obvation...)

Peter Roberts: FREDDY'S BACK! FREDDY'S BACK!

Scot Lamont: Ahhhh well.. I'll watch the match from ringside, good commentating with you sweet cheeks.. I'm off to watch Stu gain another victory...

(Lamont leaves the announcment booth & Estridge sits down in his place...)

Peter Roberts: FREDDY, how you feeling!?

Fred Estridge: How am I FEELING?! How am I FEELING.. I'm wearing the same headphones that touched the Scot's EARS! GOD'S EARS! Holy shit Pete, I thought I was gonna miss the hell in a cell, but i'm here & I'M BETTER. Fricking Scorpion.. I hate that guy..

Peter Roberts: Well, you missed a hell of a match last match, and hell.. the two before it.. It's been one hell of a night Freddy & i'm glad you've saved me from the likes of the firk'n one himself..

Fred Estridge: Saved you?! you were blessed with his godlyhood & you dare say I saved you?!

Peter Roberts: Good to have you back Fred.

Fred Estridge: Good to be here Pete.

Peter Roberts: ..without further ado folks.. The next match of the evening...

Fred Estridge: This is gonna be VERY interesting..

Peter Roberts: Very Intresting indeed. Seeing the fact that Lee Todd and Stu Price despise each other! Anyway, Lets get onto the match..

("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, TJ stands atop the entranceway…alone. He turns his head a few times, shrugs his shoulders and slowly makes his way down to the ring.)

Peter Roberts: TJ is coming down all by himself!! Where is Stump? Is TJ going to be forced to wrestle the tag team champions by himself?

Fred Estridge: I hope so, that would sure make this match a lot more interesting.

Peter Roberts: TJ is standing all alone in the ring…the fans don’t know what to make of this…wait a minute! What…that’s Searching for Skillz music again?

(“Shampoo in the Eyes” again begins to play and again, in an exact imitation, pyrotechnics go off as soon as the guitar riff hits. And now Stump stands atop the entranceway. He points towards the ring…towards his partner and then briskly walks to the squared circle. He slides in under the ring and goes straight up to TJ.)

Peter Roberts: These two look like they’re gonna kill each other. Remember, they haven’t spoken or seen each other since their near fallout on Thursday. And the way things look right now, they haven’t gotten over their differences either! This match could easily turn into a free for all, because it’s already known that Stu Price and Lee F’N Todd have some bad blood between each other.

Fred Estridge: Chaos! That would be the best possible ending that could come out of this match!

Peter Roberts: But what will become of the tag belts if neither team is able to cooperate? Will Searching for Skillz even be able to keep this match from starting before the tag team champions are able to come to the ring?

Fred Estridge: Arghh! There, now see what you’ve done…you jinxed it…

Announcer: Now introducing their opponents. First he hails from Darlington, England and stands at 5"11 weighing in at about 240 lbs. He IS YOUR Intercontinental Champion and one half of the Tag Team Champions..He IS....STU PRICE!

("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 down his opponets..)

Announcer: And his Partner Also from Darlington, England weighing in at 234 lbs. and standing high at 5"6. He is the other half of the TAG team champs..HE IS....LEE F"N TODD!

("King Nothing" By Metallica begins to play and the lights in the arena go out and smoke fills the isle. Lee strolls through the curtain just as the lyrics to the song start. He slowly strolls down the isle with his left arm raised above his head. The crowd can"t stand him and bombard him with trash as he comes down the isle. He rolls under the bottom rope and shoves the announcer over.)

Peter Roberts: Lets Get this underway..

(Suddenly "Highway To Hell" By AC/DC begins to play and Scorpion strolls out from behind the curtain wearing his new line of clothing. He walks down halfway and the ringmen throws him a mic. He begins to speak)

Scorpion: Well, Well, Well. Another Firk"n Hardcore Wrestling PPV Spectacular, what kind of PPV would it be without me huh?

Fred Estridge: Uh..A Good One.

Scorpion: Tonight, many things will transpire. Such as the my self-proclaimed match "The Excellent Challenge" for the Hardcore title, The World title match and so on. But to be specific, The match I"m worried about tonight is..This one. President Brown told me to stay out of this as much as possible, so seeing that I Never listened to him a day in my life..I"m gonna undermind his Authority.

Peter Roberts: What? He could get into some serious trouble here..

Scorpion: Tonight the match will not be JUST a Tag team title match,. No. You see, I don"t Like you Lee Todd, Nor any of you as a matter of fact. You ALL have by passed my presence here as commish one way or another, so it makes me think that you guys are intimidated by me, right?

(Lee Tood just shakes his head as if he could care less)

Scorpion: Thats Good. You see, tonight..YOU TWO [Points at Stu and Lee] WILL be defending your titles in a ladder match. Oh, It doesn"t seem like nothing? Of Course not..You see, thats not all this is a "HARDCORE Invitation" Ladder match on the roof!

Fred Estridge: WHAT?

(The Guys looked pissed off)

Scorpion: Yes, You see..heres the rules. You start off in the ring, battling it out and you make your ways to the roof ANYWAY you can and I do mean..ANYWAY. On The Roof, There will be multiple ladders for purpose reasons, weapons of all sorts..and my most favorite...Cars! The Tag team titles are hoisted up on some sort of carne, that holds that title in the air if your wondering..All You guys have to do is survive..and win..

Peter Roberts: Oh My GOD! This could be dangerous..what is the commish thinking here?

Scorpion: So, Uh..I guess my last words are..Good Luck, and a Hardy Kiss my ass to You Lee Todd And Stu!

(Scorpions begins to walk off and the tag team champs give chase..)

Peter Roberts: The Tag Tam champs are going after Scorpion!.... NO! They are stop by Searching for Skills from behind. TJ grabing Lee from behind and taking him down with a vicious knee to the abdomen area! Now, Picking Lee up..Stu Price from behind! Dropkick! Dropkick right to the back Of TJ"s Cranium..But Alex retaliates with a clothesline of his own, the he..he RAMS Stu Price FACE first into the steel rail that hold up the Jumbo-Tron.

Fred Estridge: Well, theres goes Lee trying to take off for the roof. TJ turn him around and goes for the wide range punch and...

Peter Roberts: HE MISSED! Lee ducks and reacts with a..a PIPE TO THE FACE OF TJ! BAM! Good God he just BUSTED TJ"s face with that pipe..He now opens TJ"s legs and no..He"s gonna try to go for the NAD"s..He SWINGS..

Fred Estridge: NO! DAMN Alex Stump..

Peter Roberts: Alex saves his partner and CRASH! STU PRICE JUST THREW ALEX THROUGH THE FRONT OFFICE WINDOW! Stu and Lee share looks and begin to go back to work..Stu goes for TJ..TJ EXPLODES! Left, Right! Now a kick to the knee..Now to the rib cage that brings Stu to his Knees and a kick to Stu"s head..he backs up..SOCCER KICK TO STU"S HEAD! Stu is in a daze..

Fred Estridge: Nah..I Think He"s just sleeping..

Peter Roberts: Alex and Lee Todd Making thier way up the stairs to get to the roof and Lee try to slow Alex down. Cross Body drop..NO! Alex ctaches him..BACK BODY DROP! Lee Goes flying down the steps as his face hits EVERY STEP!

Fred Estridge: BWHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. He, He...HAHAHAHa

Peter Roberts: That..Hehehehe...

Fred Estridge: BWHAHAHA...

Peter Roberts: Whoo.. Stu sees this and jump over the uh..Hehe..Proned Lee and goes straight For Alex Stump. Stump sees this and goes for a right ..Stu Blocks! Stu with a right, A Left, A Left and another..Stump is reeling on the edge of the second story high steps. Stu backs up and goes for a clothesline to knock Alex off..NO! Alex Stump Grabs Stu From behind and picks him up..DVD! DVD! DVD OFF OF THE STAIRS TROUGH THE TABLE BELOW! Both Men are
laid out..

Fred Estridge: Lee Todd making ..hehehe..His way uh up the steps to the roof. TJ Follows..Both men finally make thier way to the top of the arena roof..Now it"s one on one..Becuase Stu and ALex don"t seem to be moving much..

Peter Roberts: Lee Todd opens up the emergency door to the roof..

Fred Estridge: WOW! Look at that sight..Weapons, Ladders, cars..And there it is..The FHW Tag Team Championship..Wait a Minute, That my Honda up there!

Peter Roberts: Lee Todd and TJ Thomas waste no time and go right for each other. TJ Ducks under a spin wheel kick of Lee"s and...LOW BLOW! Lee fals to his knees and..FRONT FACEDROPKICK! Lee goes flying back hard on his back..

Fred Estridge: He hit that gravel pretty hard..I Think he"s pretty scrapped up after that..Wait..

Peter Roberts BOOM! STU JUST SPEARED ALEX RITH THROUGH THE EMERGENCY DOOR! Stu Mounts up on Alex and goes for some swift hard puches to his face! TJ Thomas notices this and begins to run at Stu..

Fred Estridge: I Think Stu broke the damn door! President Brown won"t be happy when he"s the one paying for the damages...

Peter Roberts: TJ Takes Stu off of his partner. He goes for a body splash and takes Stu down hard!

Fred Estridge: No..NO! GET AWAY FROM MY CAR! What the hell is Lee doing? Get Off of my car LEE!

Peter Roberts: They Can"t hear you..Idiot! TJ backs up and goes for the flying boot..NO! Stu reverses and ..Backbody drop on top of Fred"s car..TJ Lands on his FEET! Stu can"t belive it..he trys to knock him down but Alex trips him up and..STF ON STU! Wait..Turn around TJ..LEE with the..SKY HIGH! SKY HIGH! YES!..

Fred Estridge: NO!..MY ROOF!

Peter Roberts: SKY HIGH THROUGH THE ROOF OF THE CAR! AMAZING! The back of TJ"s head is busted wide open..

Fred Estridge: (Weeping) So is my Honda..DAMN YOU SCORPION!

Peter Roberts: Alex Lets Go of Stu and Runs on top of Fred"s Car and Grabs Lee Tood. Tood Reacts and kicks Alex in the gut and Goes for the Dragon screw take down..NO! Alex stops the process and grabs Lee Todd..

Fred Estridge: Now what!?..

Peter Roberts: BRAIN BUSTER! BRAIN BUSTER ON THE HOOD! TJ Thomas gets up and begins to stomp on Lee Todd as Alex Goes and sets up the Ladder to get the tag titles..What is Stu Doing? He"s dragging himself into one of the cars..And Alex Stump almost has the titles in his reach! He"s Reaching..Just A LITTLE BIT MORE! We could have new Tag team Champs..He has the belts in his hand! ..................It"s Over. Huh?

(Screeching sound of a car gassing up)

Fred Estridge: GOO GOD! I LOVE IT!

Peter Roberts: NO! STU JUST RAN THE CAR INTO THE LADDER AND IT SENDS ALEX FLYING TROUGH THE WINDSHIELD OF ANOTHER CAR! TJ Thomas Is In Shock!

Fred Estridge: Stu is now backing up and is facing towards my..car, NO STU! It"s already leaking gas..

Peter Roberts: Stu gasses up..and there he goes! TJ throws Lee off of the hood and Jumps him self..BAM! And FRed"s car goes flying over the roof..BOOM! EXPLOSION MID AIR!..

Fred Estridge: My CAR!

Peter Roberts: Stu is crazy..He almost knocked his partner over with it..was that intentional? TJ Goes straight for the demented Stu..NO! He"s stoped in his tracks..Lee, SLAP! HE SMACKS THOSE HEAVY LINKED CHAINS ACROSS THE BACK OF TJ! TJ falls right into the hands of Stu and DDT! Stu with the DDT! Look at Alex..He"s pretty Busted up over there..

Fred Estridge: Wow..flying into a window at full speed..

Peter Roberts: Stu now attempting to pick up TJ and now Lee and Stu begin to double team him while his partner is trying to make his way up..Lee sets up two chairs..No!..SPIKE PILE DRIVER! RIGHT THROUGH THE CHAIRS! Lee now setting up the ladder and begins to climb..

Fred Estridge: Searching for skill really need to keep "Searching For Skills"..Hahahaha

Peter Roberts: SHUT UP! Wait whats this..Alex! It"s Alex and he has..he has a TV set in his hand! Stu Now Picking up TJ..STU is going for the Stun Cutter!..BAM! ALEX..ALEX WITH THE TV SET RIGHT ACROSS STU"s BACK!

Fred Estridge: Stu is in a daze here..

Peter Roberts: here Searching For Skills go..DRT! DRT ON STU! Lee Notices from the top of the Ladder.. HE JUMPS! Cross Body DROP! All three Men his the ground..Lee automatically picks up Alex Stump and..NO! Alex Stump explodes up with punches! Now he"s going for the finish! Swahili Subway..NO! Lee Switches it around..

Fred Estridge: F*UCK YOU! THE F*UCK YOU!

Peter Roberts: The exact version of the rude awakening!..Lee Gets up..CLOTHELINE! GOD! TJ brings Lee down with a hard clothesline.. He picks Lee up and..Hypocritical Tendencies! GOOD GOD! Wait..Stu Now wobbling to his feet as TJ begins to climb the ladder.. he climbs the ladder, He"s ALMOST THERE! What is he doing!? He jumps down..Flying Dropkick! It Takes Stu Price off of his feet..TJ Quickly Reacts. He"s Going for another..HYPOCRITICAL TENDON...NO! STU puts his wieght on it, Turns TJ around..STUN CUTTER! STUN CUTTER! That took ALOT out of Stu Price as he falls to the ground himself... ALL Men are out!

Fred Estridge: What an AMAZING battle these guys are putting up..Can you hear the crowd!?

Peter Roberts: The Crowd is Screaming to the top of thier lungs for More and More!

Fred Estridge: Alex make his way up to his feet as he staggers around..what is he doing? He gets into a car..I Smell Trouble!

Peter Roberts: I do To. Lee and stu Making thier way up to thier feet as well, Lee grabs another ladder and sets it up and Stu does the same. And they both begin to climb both separate ladders, But why?

Fred: It"s strategy! One of searching for skills can"t take both out at the same time..makes much sense! Very smart move..

Peter Roberts: The Bloodies up men begin to climb and make their way to the Tag team Championships..Here comes TJ Thomas! He climbs the ladder that Stu is climbing and Stu makes sure to stop him as he begins to lay the haye-makers to TJ..TJ is realing back here..

( Thunderous VROOOOOOOM from the car)

Fred Estridge: Here comes Alex Stump at full speed!

Peter Roberts: Lee is almost close to grabbing the titles here..Just a few more rungs! Now Stu with one more right hand..NO! TJ Ducks and grabs Stu in Rock bottom formation. He climbs up a few rungs..

(Halting SCREEEEEECH from the car as is stops right in front of the ladder)

Peter Roberts: ROCK BOTTOM OFF THE LADDER THROUGH THE ROOF OF THE LINCON TOWN CAR! GOOD GOD! Stu is coughing up blood here..HARD! Alex immediately gets out of the car and goes straight for Lee Here!

Fred Estridge: To Late! Lee has the belts in his had..Huh?!

Peter Roberts: Lee is being raised up higher in the air..with the titles, ON THE CRANE! WHO"s raising the crane! Lee holding on for dear life as Alex Stump begins to climb the ladder up under him and TJ is setting up a ladder on the car? What are they planning?

Fred Estridge: I don"t know but Stu and Lee are being SCREWED here!

Peter Roberts: TJ Climbing the ladder..He gets to the top and he"s just waiting there..whats going on!? Alex finally reaches Lee and goes right under him setting Lee right on top of his shoulder on the top of the LADDER!..There goes TJ..DOOMSDAY DEVICE! DOOMSDAY DEVICE OFF THE TOP OF THE LADDER! All men come down hitting the concrete with a HARD THUD! What TENACITY from these men!

Fred Estridge: Now what!? The ladders are being let down to normal height as they were at the beginning of the match! Bull..

Peter Roberts: HEY!..can we at least get a camera down there to see who"s doing that..It"s..It"s SCORPION! It"s SCORPION!

Fred Estridge: AND HE"S LAUGHING! HE JUST SCREWED OVER LEE AND STU! They could have the title won by now! Argh!

Peter Roberts: All men are down..the titles are up for grabs..It"s anybody"s ball game here! ...Stu just said some obscenities to Todd... Todd's screaming back at him! There going off on each other!

Fred Estridge: I knew it was a bad idea teaming two guys who don't like each other tog...

Peter Roberts: WHAT THE HELL?! Searching for skills is fighting amongst each other now! ALL four men are verballing bashing one another! This is getting nuts... Scorpions laughing his ass off... OH MAN! Searching for Skills is going mad! Stump gives TJ a quick shove & TJ fires back.. Lee turns to see them & tells Stu to go up top... Stu looks at him & then obeys... SFS is still going at it with eac... NO! NO! NO! They turn around & DECK Lee Todd.. They grab Stu off of the ladder he's climbing up to the crane & DOUBLE BACKDROP HIM...

Fred Estridge: One word, OW.

Peter Roberts: Stump is cLIMBING THE LADDER QUICKLY.. He's UP! HE REACHES & HE'S GOT THE BELTS! HE'S GOT THE BELT! HE'S GOT THE BELTS! Searching for Skills are the NEW Firk'n Hardcore Tag-team champions of the wooo...

(Just then All in the Family begins to sound.. President Brown's face appears on the firkntron...)

President Brown: Just to let you know, you stupid fans can stop cheering now... I have decided the best plan of action for Searching for Skills verbal assault on me over the last week, and that is to FIRE THEM... YES, Stump, TJ... FIRED. FIRED. FIRED. Baha, you IDIOT.. What's that mean, it simply means that Lee F'n Todd & STU PRICE WILL KEEP THERE TROPHY's as this was an unofficial MATCH.

Peter Roberts: UNOFFICIAL MATCH!? They just gave it there all for crying out loud...

President Brown: I would like to applaud Scorpion for wasting everybody's time.. Hey, don't blame me.. Blame that dink... I'll be having a few surprises for you next week Scorpion, I don't deny it.. Your f*cked.

(The screen fades...)

Fred Estridge: So what just happened?

Peter Roberts: The last match was "apparently" unofficial & Stu & Lee will KEEP there tag team titles even though SFS RIGHTFULLY WON THEM. For christs sake, everybody is screwing everybody else in this big screwover ORGY. This is NOT RIGHT FOLKS... Christ.. Lee & Stu are now SLOWLY making there way down here for the next match of the evening & it's a damned wonder they can still walk...

Fred Estridge: This should be a boring matchup...

Peter Roberts: I don't know, after how they were getting at each others throats last match, i think it could have the heat to make it interesting...

Fred Estridge: I guess we'll have to just wait & see huh...

("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 match is for the INTERCONTINENTAL TITLE... First, 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 IS....STU PRICE!" ...He gives a curteous wave as his opponents music starts...)

(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 his opponent, the INFAMOUS CHAMPION, currently coming to ringside, hailing in from Darlington, England.. He weighs in at 234lbs & stands at 5'9"... He is one half of the tag team champions as well.. HE IS LEE F'N TODD!" ...he rolls under the bottom rope and shoves the announcer, spits in his face, gives him a boot to the nuts & then grabs him by the haur & throws him over the top-rope, he then gives an arrogant little wave to Stu Price, the bell rings...)

Peter Roberts: Don't tell me there actually going to wrestle each other now.

Fred Estridge: They really hate each other you know.

Peter Roberts: Oh yeah it's all so emotional. Double chop and they both go down, surprise! surprise!

Fred Estridge: What force behind those chops though, it knocked them straight out.

Peter Roberts: Christ, there both laying down, HELL.. Lee's even got his hands behind his head as if he's SLEEPING... This is not right.. The reff is starting a double countout.. Serves these sly bastards right...

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Peter Roberts: They are going to get up?

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Fred Estridge: Doubt it.

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(The bell rings, it's called for a draw)

Peter Roberts: This one is over what a shocking turn of events a hard fought draw.

Fred Estridge: That’s the best match I ever saw. Bought a tear to my eye.

Peter Roberts: Oh joy Lee has the mic.

Lee F'n' Todd: Tumbler, Lamont get out here it's time to celebrate the most fearsome union in FHW history. Arrogance Inc.

Fred Estridge: Here they come and Lamont looks puzzled. He's yelling at Lee and Stu about not approving Tumblers membership. Wait a minute Tumbler has a chair, SMACK!! Oh My God that's sick he took Lamont's head off. They killed FHW's resident God, he's f*cking dead.

Peter Roberts: There all over Lamont stomping a mud hole through him. They just ripped off his Kilt and my god Lee's wearing it as he pounds on Lamont. Stu's pulled off Lamonts trademark smiley face shirt. He's tucked it down the back of his tights. When English Ass's are smiling.

Fred Estridge: I can't believe they've double-crossed the ICON of FHW. Lee's locking on a Boston crab he's wrenching the Scot back and now Tumblers locked in an camel clutch. Stu has the mic.

Stu Price: Somethings, simply sound too sweet. Lamont, remember it, nothing more than a bunch of idiots, bitches and queers! Consider yourself, all three! We used you, we've abused you and now your ass is done. I took your title, Lee took your kilt now WE take your dignity. The fed belongs to us now, the fed belongs to The UK Crew.

Peter Roberts: How long have they been planning this?

Fred Estridge: Since day one this is obviously a well thought out pre-emptive strike. They lured Lamont away from Brown thinking Stu had his back. This was nothing more than an Assassination. They’ve turned Lamont loose and there tearing off those Arrogance Inc. Shirts it's the U.K Crew their reputation proceeds them and they have re-united.

Peter Roberts: Good god folks... We're only two matches away from the main event of the evening.. What an evening it has been as well folks... A bloodbath during almost every single damned match & i'm in complete shock... Coming up next, prior to the final matchup of the evening... Tempest will mix it up with Avalanch for FHW's very own Online TITLE. Prepare yourselves folks, this one's gonna have hell involved..

Fred Estridge: What the hell's that? This one's gonna have hell involved? That was weak Petey. Real weak...

("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. "Ladies & Gentlemen, the following match 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 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.)

("Wait and Bleed" plays over the PA system as flames erupt from the stage and ramp. Tempest walks out slowly & methodicly as The crowd gives him a reasonably large pop. He gingerly walks down to the ring... "...and his opponent... Currently making his way to ringside... Standing 6’5" and weighing in at 310 pounds…formerly Representing the Lost Souls…The former Infamous Champion... …HE…IS…TEMPEST!" ...He climbs into the ring and raises his hands high, holding his arms over his head.. Receiving an even greater ovation from the crowd... The bell rings...)

Fred Esteridge: There’s the bell and we are underway for the Online Championship match... Avalanch and Tempest will go at it. No love loss here. The two men lock up... Tempest takes the quick advantage with a side headlock, pushes him back into the ropes and fires him via Irish whip across the ring...

Peter Roberts: Oh! Big shoulder tackle by Tempest but Avalanch doesn’t move! Tempest grabs him again and now with and another Irish whip.

Fred Esteridge: Reversed by Avalanch sending Tempest into the ropes... Avalanch ducks… NO! Tempest caught him and planted him with a DDT!

Peter Roberts: Great counter by Tempest there. Tempest pulls him up and hits a short-arm clothesline on Avalanch... but WAIT!! Lanch doesn’t even move. The big man just glares at Tempest. He hits him with a couple of hard rights, which stagger Tempest. Huge running clothesline by Avalanch and Tempest is down!! Lanch isn’t done yet, he gets Tempest up.. Sidewalk slam and Tempest goes hard on the mat... Avalanch covers…

Fred Esteridge: Out at 2! Tempest isn’t going out that fast... Lanch glares at the referee and then brings Tempest to his feet with a handful of hair... Irish whip by Avalanch... Lanch catches him coming off the ropes in a big powerslam! He hooks the leg... 2 again! This time Avalanch is a little upset with the slow count. He gets into the refs face... Ha! Gotta love it!

Peter Roberts: The ref threatens DQ and Avalanch straightens up... And starts to land heavy boots to the face and chest of Tempest...

Fred Esteridge: Uh... Get it right! HE appropriately calls that Aggressive Mud-Hole Stomping!

Peter Roberts: Ok... umm…Right. Avalanch with some Aggressive Mud-Hole Stomping...

Fred Esteridge: He does it with such grace, too.

Peter Roberts: Avalanch gets Tempest up and Whoa!!! Tempest fires a kick to the midsection and follows it with a Face-Buster and now Avalanch is the one who is hurting....

Fred Esteridge: Writhing like a little b*tch on the mat!

Peter Roberts: I thought you were rooting for Avalanch? Oh and I know this is a PPV, but watch the language a little bit.

Fred Esteridge (sarcastically): Right... Sorry... slut.

Peter Roberts: Whatever…Avalanch is quickly up, apparently he’s gotten a second wind... they’re trading blows!!! There’s a left by Tempest… right by Avalanch… this is insane!!! They’re both stunned yet still throwing punches and Tempest misses a left!! Avalanch ducks under and does a devastating belly-to-belly suplex!! He’s out!! Tempest is out!!

Fred Esteridge: Calm down… geez. Tempest kicks out at 2 1/2! That was close!

Peter Roberts: Yea it was... Avalanch is yelling at the ref now... Tempest takes the advantage and hits a knee to the back of Avalanch... knocking Avalanch into the turnbuckle!

Fred Esteridge: Tempest grabs his head and begins slamming it into the turnbuckle. Look at Avalanch though… he seems to enjoy it!?! The hardcore freak is on the loose!! He grabs Tempest’s head and begins slamming it relentlessly in the corner!! He’s pissed!!!

Peter Roberts: And there he goes, Lanch just tossed Tempest over the top rope. Things are getting good now!!

Fred Esteridge (laughing): Tempest got tossed...

Peter Roberts: Uh… yea… wait look at this!!

Fred Esteridge: PUMPHANDLE POWERBOMB!!!! Oh yeah!! On the hard concrete floor!! And I was gonna take some No Doze to wake me up.

Peter Roberts: No one beats Avalanch on the outside. Meanwhile the ref’s count is at 3! Lanch picks a hurting Tempest up and, Good God!!!

Fred Esteridge: Ha!!! Tombstone piledriver into the steps!!! Can I hear, BLOOD!!!

Peter Roberts: He’s cut pretty badly. Tempest is just out as he gets rolled into the ring… I have this feeling…

Fred Esteridge: Oh yea!! He stands Tempest up who is now basically helpless and puts the big arm around his neck and it’s the Choke Bomb!! Good God, he’s dead!!! He ain’t moving!!!

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3!!!! It’s over!!!!

Peter Roberts: GOOD GOD, what an upset, but these fans LOVED every minute of it.. The choke bomb put Tempest out of commision in a hard faught battle but it looks like 'Lanch will retain his title once again tonight, by god... The GLASS IS LOWERING. THE GLASS IS LOWERING.

Fred Estridge: Baha, this is classy.

Peter Roberts: Folks, we are only moments away from what wrestling fed's all around the world would never DEAM ACCEPTABLE. The most brutal MATCH that the world has ever seen... A match that can only be described as DEADLY... A match of epic preportions.. A match that defy's death to the faintest of reasoning... IT IS FHW's WORLD TITLE MATCH. IT IS A GLASS... HELL... IN... A... CELL!!!!!!!!

Fred Estridge: ...or as I like to call it, a whole lotta blood.

Peter Roberts: ...Krav turns around as Tempest RUNS IN & Tempest nails KRAV IN THE CHEST & the DAMNED GLASS DOOR IS SMASHED TO BITS! GOOD GOD! GOOD GOD! Krav just went through that damned glass door, broken bits land everywhere, blood has been spilled, I REPEAT, blood has BEEN SPILLED!

Peter Roberts: NO! NO! TEMPEST PULLS HIM UP OFF THE GLASS & POWERBOMBS HIM RIGHT THROUGH THE GLASS! RIGHT THROUGH THE GLASS! RIGHT THROUGH THE GLASS! GOOD GOD! GOOD GOD, the GATES OF HELL HAVE BEEN BROKEN! THE GATES OF HELL HAVE BEEN BROKEN! This is UNCANNY, UNBELIEVABLE as Krav has just been snaped right through the GLASS HELL IN A CELL... What the HELL! WHAT THE HELL?! NO! NO! NO! Tempest DIVES DOWN! TEMPEST DIVES DOWN & A BODY SPLASH! A DAMNED BODY SPLASH! GOOD GOD, he hooks the LEG! He hooks the leg...

Peter Roberts: HE RUNS AT ARCHY, Archy CATCHES HIM, twists him around, turns around & spins with a powerbomb, AGAINST THE GLASS! HE SHATTERS THE GLASS DOOR! HE SHATTERS THE GLASS DOOR! He through Xaja right through the glass door damnit!

Peter Roberts: Archy's face is covered in blood, his mouth is dripping, the gash over his eye is gushing... He has got to be missing some teeth... Xaja grabs him again.. He's going for a HURRICANRA... NO, GOOD GOD! Archangel reverses it into a POWERBOMB & HE CRACKS THROUGH THE CEILING OF THE CELL & both men go SMASHING DOWN TO THE DAMNED CANVAS! This is ABSOLUTLY UNBELIEVABLE!

Peter Roberts: Well folks, that was a beuatiful montage of FHW's two past Glass Hell in a Cell's & it gives you a SMALL TASTE of what your in store for.. Some of the biggest names in FHW's history have been invovled in a glass cell... Daemon Krav, Archangel, Xaja Renaelc, and Tempest, but tonight.. Tonight Archangel will return for his chance at glory, but he has to fight through the anarchist, Flashback.. He has to claw through the indeamable Demon, and he has to conquer any fear of death that he may have had folks... HERE WE GO, AS WE BRING IT TO YOU... IT'S TIME TO GET FREAKING HARDCORE! IT'S TIME TO GET MESSY, IT'S TIME FOR THE GLASS HELL IN A CELL FOLKS! IT'S F*CKING TIME.

(...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, the following match is schedueled for one fall for the Firk'n Hardcore Wrestling WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT TITLE... 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...)

("One" flows through the PA system as red pyro and flames erupt from the stage. "Lost Souls" flashes across the Firk’n Tron as Demon emerges from behind the curtain. The crowd gives him a huge pop as he thrusts his hands into the air as flames burst once again from the stage. "...and his opponentl...currently making his way toward ringside, weighing in at 280 pounds and standing a commanding 6’10"…he is the master of the Demon Driver…a Lost Soul…HE IS DEMON!!" Demon walks down the ramp to the ring and keeps a constant eye open, awaiting Archangel as the bell rings...)

(...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 there 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 removes the belt draped across his shoulder, kisses it and then hands it to a nearby stagehand before entering the ring... He then slides into the ring...)

Peter Roberts: All three of these gladiator's have entered the cell now & the door is closing behind them, but rest assured, they will get out. THEY ALWAYS GET OUT. Not to mention, should they get out, a ladder has been conveniently been placed next to the cell.. Brown's a madman, however, thanks to his genius we will be seeing a sight like no other tonight.. Flashback, Demon & Archangel are all standing in the middle of the cell, for the FHW phenom, it's not a first time, but Flashback & Demon look as though they are trying to get used to the surroundings.

Fred Estridge: ...from what I've heard from former cell participents.. You DON'T get used to the surroundings 'cause they get worse by the second.

Peter Roberts: That's true Freddy... No matter what, these boys are going to put on a show.. Flashbacks started slowly moving around the ring, he's got to be especially carefull.. His title is the title on the line here tonight... Archangel's distancing himself between the other two competitor's.. He's keeping an eye on both as Demon just stares intently into the eyes of Flashback.. he's here to conquer & damned if he's not gonna try.. It looks as though Flashbacks telling Demon to go after Archangel... Demon turns toward Archangel who just stands, staring...

Fred Estridge: Come on guys! Throw a punch for gods sake!

Peter Roberts: You can almost feel the tension inside that ring... Flashback's eyeing Archa... Flashback RUNS IN & gives Demon a crack with a big forearm to the side of the head.. Demon tobbles off of the ropes & comes back into Archangels hands who tries to whip him into the ropes but Demon reverses it... Archangel comes back, leaps over Flashback who ducks down & CLOTHESLINES Demon, but it doesn't know him down, it just knocks him back... Demon brings into a right fist to the side of Archy's head but Archangel stays up.. Flashback is slowly beginning to get back up to his feet & Demon & the FHW phenom have got into a brutal fist-fight! There delivering fists to one another more than Rocky has taken them!

Fred Estridge: This one's a boxing match, not a wrestling match!

Peter Roberts: OH! Archangel now blocks a tremendous blow by Demon & delivers one right into his face.. Demon swings again, but Archangel blocks again & DELIVERS ANOTHER HARD RIGHT TO THE HEAD... Demon stumbles back... OH! Flashback DROPKICKS Demon & Demon falls forward into the hand of ARCHANGEL WHO SETS HIM UP FOR A CHOKESL.. .NO! NO! Demon elbows the side of the FHW phenoms head, causing him to let go of the hold... That was almost a short fatality for Demon....

Fred Estridge: Rookie mistakes.. This is Demon's first BIG match ever...

Peter Roberts: ...and i doubt it will be his last... Demon now shoves Archangel into the turnbuckle as Flashback lets go of another dropkick to Demon's back, sending him splashing into Archy... Demon bounces off into Flashbacks arms... Flashback hunches him over quickly, he grabs around him & puts one of his arms between his legs.. He's got him in a pumphandle... HE LIFTS HIM BACK! GOOD GOD! FACE-FIRST PUMPHANDLE SUPLEX! He lifts Demon back & Demon lands right on his face.. Flashback gets up & turns to see the fallen Demon... OH! Archangel comes in from behind with an absolutly ATROCIOUS CLOTHESLINE! He knocks Flashback down to the back of the head & Flashback falls flat on his face!

Fred Estridge: USE THE GLASS! THE GLASS DAMN YOU!

Peter Roberts: Jesus Fred, i'm sure they will eventually... It looks as though Archangel is lifting Flashback up by the wais.. OH! He's got him cinched in with a big bearhug & MAN OH MAN! Archy is LETTING THE PRESSURE GO... Flashback is desperatly trying to get out of this one! Archangel's squeezing the damned life out of him & Demon is starting to get up.. If Flashback submits now, this could be a record breaking shortest Glass Hell in a Cell match.. Nope, no such luck as Demon comes in & stomps the foot of Archy..

Fred Estridge: OH! Watch out! Demon stomped on his foot! God stop him! God stop him!

Peter Roberts: Archangel lets go of Flashback who's HEAVED UP BY DEMON BY THE THROAT... Demon walks toward the middle of the ring with Flas... OH! Here comes the FHW phenom from behind as he SPEARS Demon who drops Flashback & all three men go down! Archangel deffinatly received the least amount of damage after that one, and he's already getting back up to his feet.. He grabs Flashback by the back of the hair & begins to lift hi... OH! Flashback drills a back elbow into Archangels chest & then takes him down with a snapmare & Archangel is dropped on his back & now Flashback grabs him by the throat & he's choking the life out of him!

Fred Estridge: Baha, look at the phenom squirming like a little ditz...

Peter Roberts: Archy's kicking around like a madman & Demon is back up.. OH! Demon runs in & sits down with Flashbacks head, slamming into into the canvas with a bulldog & Archy's neck has finally been freed, he's gasping for air & Demon is now stomping the life out of Flashback.. Archangel is getting back up to his feet.. He's backing off, and what the?! He's beckoning for Demon.. Demon turns around into his ARMS! NO! SPINEBUSTER! SPINEBU.. OH! Flashback hops over the down Demon & goes for a clothesline but Archy reads him like a book & TILT-A-WHIRL BACKBREAKER! Flashback is down! Demon is down!

Fred Estridge: Archangel Read him like a book? Archangel's too dumb to read, you know that...

Peter Roberts: He's a HELL of alot smarter than you FRED... Archangel's now lifting Flashback up once aga... OH! Flashback grabs him by the wiast & HE'S TACKLING HIM AGAINST THE ROPES & CHRIST! Archangel flips back first over the damned ropes.. Good god, Flashback turns around & finds himself being charged by the ragin bull, Demon.. Demon quickly... WHAT IN THE HELL! He leaps up & HE'S BITING FLASHBACKS FACE! HE'S BITING FLASHBACKS FACE! Good god.. OH! Flashback lifts a knee to the groin & that lets Demon let go pretty fast.. Demon backs off now & flashback takes him down with a cloth.. NO! NO! Demon see's the oncoming clothesline, grabs his arm & rips it down, and locks in a CRIPPLER CROSS FA.. NO! NO! Flashback maneuvers out of it before Demon could lock it in...

Fred Estridge: Lucky bastard...

Peter Roberts: Demon lets go & gets back to his feet & he's pulling Flashback up... He gives Flashy a kick to the groin & then runs behind him, against the ropes.. Flashback wonders aimlessly forward as Demon bounces off the ropes, comes back, HOOKS IN A COBRA CLUTCH & FALLS! A cobra clutch BULLDOG onto the ROPES & that caused Flashback to land on his throat... Demon steps up still with the cobra clutch attached, he pulls back, COBRA CLUTCH SUPLEX! COBRA CLUTCH SUPLEX! Man oh man, he let's go & flashy's body goes bouncing neck first & then straight down, and now Archangel grabs his corpse from the outside & drags it out... He pulls Flashback up & throws his head into the side of the glass!

Fred Estridge: SWEET! It's no now!

Peter Roberts: Flashback looks like he's pained & now Archangel grabs him, hooks the leg, and FALLS FORWARD! Reverse russian legsweep... Archangel is instantly up & stepping behind Flashbacks downed body... NO! Demon reaches down from behind & he's pulling Archangel up by the hair! Good god! Archangel is DANGLING from Demon's hands by the HAIR...

Fred Estridge: Ouch, he's gonna pull his damned roots out!

Peter Roberts: OH! Archangel reaches up & GRABS DEMONS HEAD! HE FALLS DOWN & Demon's body somersaults over the ropes & land right on top of the already downed Flashback! GOOD GOD! Demon just CRUSHED the poor bastard! Flashback rolls him off & he's clutching his chest in pain.. Demon's holding his leg.. It looked as though he landed awkwardly there.. Archangels going up to him...

Fred Estridge: aww, he's checking up on him.. what a sweet gu.. oh... er... He slapped him.

Peter Roberts: ..and AGAIN, AGAIN! Archangel is now lifting Demon up, he grabs him around the waist, looks like he's going for a supl.. NO! Demon gets out of that one with an earring... Archangel backs off holding his ears as DEMON SPEARS HIM against the GLASS & CRUNCH! Archangel's spine must have just ruptured after that vile attack.. That's gotta be reinforced glass or something! It's gotta be... Demon now pulls Archangel away & sets him up with a double-underarm PILEDRIVER! MAN! He drives Archangel's head down onto the concrete & he does it with precision! Flashbacks using the apron to get back to his fe.. OH! Demon grabs him by the back of the head & SMASH! He rams his head into the corner of the apron... Demon is controlling this one.

Fred Estridge: It looks as though Demon wants to win or something...

Peter Roberts: REALLY FRED?! Wow, where ever would you come up with an oberservation like that?! Demon's hoisting Archangel up now.. He's setting him up for a double arm DDT, but NO! Archangel won't budge! Demon lets a knee fly into his chest for extra leverage but NO! Archangel still won't let him do it! The FHW phenom pushes Demon off.. Demon looks angry & runs back at Archy who quickly brings him up & DOWN! POWERSLAM. POWERSLAM from hell & now Flashback is back up... OH! Dropkick to Archangel sending him face first into the glass! ...Flashback now grabs him.. VERTICAL SUPLEX! VERTICAL SUPLEX! He cracks Archy's neck right against the concrete & he does it with vile TASTE!

Fred Estridge: ...as opposed to good taste for those of these fans that didn't know...

Peter Roberts: Thanks Fred. Flashback is now lifting Archangel up again.. What the?! He climbs up on the apron & he looks back, what in the hell is h... NO! NO! He SPRINGBOARDS with a moonsault but Archangel catches him, turns around & overhead slams his BACK right into the DAMNED GLASS! OUCH! OUCH... Archangel lets him fall loosely to the concrete & finds himself in Demon's hands.. DEMON WITH AN ATOMIC DROP... Archy turns around.. MANHATTEN drop.. Archangel turns around holding his groin & Demon takes him down with a short-arm clothesline from behind & Archy falls flat to his damned face...

Fred Estridge: I'm not seeing any blood yet!

Peter Roberts: Give it time Freddy... Demon's pulling Archangel back up now & Flashback is getting up simultaneously.. It looks as though Demon is locking in an abdominal stretch on Archangel, he's yelling something to Flashback.. Flashback nods & RUNS IN! GOOD GOD! GOOD GOD! Dropkick to the abdominal stretched Archy.. Demon lets go & Archy wobbles forward into Flashback who rips him down with a SIDEWALK SLAM! Flashback steps up & finds his head taken by Demon & pushes into the side of the glass.. again.. AGAIN, HARDER THIS TIME! Good god... Flashbacks gushing now & Demon grabs him for a double-arm DDT, and CONNECTS! He drops him like a ton of bricks! Like a damned ton of bricks!

Fred Estridge: It's about time somebody started bleeding!

Peter Roberts: Flashback is crawling back into the ring now as Demon is lifting Archangel up.. It looks as though he's setting him up for a powerbomb... He goes for it, but NO! NO! Archangel's resisting.. Demon tries again, but NO LUCK.. Archangel BACKDROPS him over & then wobbles away, that took alot out of him, and WHAT IN THE HELL?! Flashback comes leaping off the top-rope with a springboard flying BODY ATTACK & he SPLASHES the standing Archangel against the DOOR & Christ almighty, the DOOR IS CRACKED! Not broken, but it's shattered all around...

Fred Estridge: ...as is Archangel...

Peter Roberts: Good god... Flashback now backs off & RUNS AGAIN AT ARCHANGEL, but Archangel side-steps it & grabs Flashbacks head & THROWS IT THROUGH THE DOOR! THROWS IT THROUGH THE DOOR! Flashbacks head smashes through the pre-shattered door & he goes flying to the outside in a heap of cuts & bruises & the damned door has been opened folks... These guys have some fresh air! Demon's only starting to get up now.. Archangel's cut but he's still walking & Flashback looks as though he's in shock.. Archangel walks over by him & grabs him by the arm, ripping him up to his feet, he grabs him & SMACK! He rams his head into the cell & then drops him with a side suplex onto the broken glass below! YEOUCH! Flashback falls on them & that's got to sting like a mother f...

Fred Estridge: Shut 'yo mouth.

Peter Roberts: Oops... Archangel is now rubbing Flashbacks face all over the glass! Dammit, this is a world title match, not a hardcore MATCH.

Fred Estridge: It's firk'n Hardcore wrestling, it's ALWAYS hardcore.

Peter Roberts: WAIT! Demon runs out at the un-suspecting Archangel, he grabs him around the waist, hoists him up & PANCAKES HIM DOWN with an inversed powerbomb FACE first onto the glass SHARDS & now it looks as though Flashbacks not the only one bleeding all over the plance.. Archangel's face is smeared with blood & now Demon's pulling him back up to his feet, and.. POWERBOM... ANOTHER! GOOD GOD! He double powerbombs Archangel down, and the second time, he did it onto Flashbacks BODY! Christ almighty! Christ, Flashback's holding his chest & he's in a hell of alot of pain..

Fred Estridge: ...can't imagine why...

Peter Roberts: Demon's now climbing up that LADDER... I repeat, DEMON IS ASCENDING THE LADDER to the TOP OF THE CELL. That's a good 20ft in the AIR, good god.. This is NOT GOOD... Demon is already going to the top of the ladder.. Archangel is only starting to get up now.. He's looking up at Demon who's slowly making his way up & Archangel's up in a DAMNED SECOND. There is NO KEEPING THIS MAN DOWN! There is NO keeping this man down.. Archangel is going up the OTHER SIDE OF THE LADDER.. GOOD GOD! GOOD GOD... There both going to the TOP OF THE CELL & NOW Flashback is GETTING UP! Flashback is GETTING UP.

Fred Estridge: This is getting mighty entertaining..

Peter Roberts: Demon's already nearing the top & Archangel is closing in.. Flashback is up to his fe... No, for the love of god no... HE'S FOLDING THE LADDER INWARDS... Demon & Archangel look bad as Flashback pushes it completly in.. TWENTY FOOT DROP!

Fred Estridge: TIIIMMMBBBEEEERRRR!!!

Peter Roberts: GOOD GOD! THe ladder falls BACKWARD & LANDS ON ARCHANGEL & Demon goes flying over the DAMNED GUARDRAIL & INTO THE AUDIENCE! Holy mother of GOD... A TWENTY FOOT LADDER just landed on Archangel & Demon WENT FLYING like a freaking BIRD, he falls flat on his face & he's NOT MOVING... Flashback STOMPS that ladder! Flashback stands up on the ladder & he's jumping up & down on it... Good god, Archangel's in pain, look at his face! Look at his face, Demon is still showing no signs of moving...

Fred Estridge: Oh, who gives a crap, now we can focus on two men instead of having to focus on three...

Peter Roberts: ..my god... Flashback now pushes that ladder aside & he's pulling the broken Archangel back up to his feet.. OH! Before bringing him the full-way up he gives him a knee to the face for his troubles.. Another.. ANOTHER... Archy's busted like a damned faucet... OH! Flashback now DDT's him onto the side of the LADDER & cracks his head open right along side of it... Flashback now grabs both of Archy's legs & FALLS BACK! CATAPULT! CATAPULT! He catapults Archangel forward & Archy now lands FACE FIRST onto one of the steps of the LADDER! Man oh MAN, ouch oh OUCH... Demon's still now showing any movement.. He's completly out of it...

Fred Estridge: Aww crap, don't tell me we've lost another one...

Peter Roberts: NO WAIT! I think I saw a twitch! I DID.. Demon is STILL ALIVE FOLKS. Demon is STILL ALIVE. MY god this is incredible... Flashback's pulling Archangel back up to his fe.. NO! Archangel CRUNCHES Flashback unexpectedly by crushing him against the GLASS with a SPEAR... He lets go & Flashback stumbles out.. Archangel grabs him by the throat... CHOKE SLAM! CHOKE SLAM! CHOKE SLAM! Good god almighty! Good god almight! He just chokeslammed Flashback to HELL & BACK... MY god, that was ATROCIOUS... Flashback is now taken back up to his feet by the FHW phenom.. Archangel cinches him up.. OH GOOD GOD! Sitdown FULL NELSON BOMB! Good god, he sits with Flashback in his underarms & crunches him down on his own backside...

Fred Estridge: Thank god he's not a woman or he wouldn't be able to give birth...

Peter Roberts: ...It looks as though Demon is finally starting to get up now.. He's rubbing his eyes, he looks as though he's still slightly out of it.. Archangel pulls Flashback away now & whips him HARD into the gaurdrail.. HARD.. Flashback hits it chest first & falls back holding his chest, it looks as though he's winded completly.. Archangel pulls that ladder up & extends it to stand again, and once again.. the FHW phenom has began his ascent to the top of the ladder.. This is absolutly incredible.. Demon's stepping over the gaurdrail & he's climbing up the ladder now...

Fred Estridge: These idiots don't learn day they?

Peter Roberts: Archangel is at the top of the ladder & WHAM! Demon just gave him an unexpected right hand almost knocking him off of the ladder... This is the second time we've seen a l... THIRD time actually we've seen ladders involved in tonights event.. This is unbelievable, Archangel returns the right.. and ANOTHER! ...AND ANOTHER... AND ANOTHER... Demon is wobbling & now Archangel stands up & sets Demon up.. Archangel's no the second step just below the top.. He's setting Demon up fo... HOLY SHIT, NO! WAIT!

Fred Estridge: Oh my f*cking god...

Peter Roberts: DEMON stops Archangel from suplexing him & now Demon takes a step up.. he's on the top of the LADDER.. He's heaving ARCHANGEL UP & HOLY SHIT! MY GOD! MY GOD! MY GOD.. POWERBOMB! POWERBOMB OFF OF THE TWENTY-FOOT LADDER & RIGHT THROUGH THE DAMNED SPANNISH ANNOUNCERS TABLE! RIGHT THROUGH THE DAMNED SPANNISH ANNOUNCERS TABLE! This is UNCALLED FOR! This is BLOODY BRUTAL & now Demon's STEPPING ONTO THE TOP OF THE CELL! He's on top of the CELL...

Fred Estridge: This match has surpassed it's potential already, we're into overtime now...

Peter Roberts: It looks as though Flashback is finally coming too, but he looks HURT & he looks hurt badly... Archangel's lying on top of the broken table all around him, the spannish announcers are giving him what-for & now Flashback has began to climb to the top of the cell.  Demon's standing in the middle of the top & he's awaiting patiently for someone, he doesn't mind.. He gets to catch a breather & after that vicious fall he took earlier, he needs it.. Archangel's holding his right arm & he looks as though he's badly hurt.. Flashback is slowly making way up the ladder..

Fred Estridge: Christ, any slower & he'd be a damned slug.. Get up there!

Peter Roberts: Betch'a say that to all the chicks Freddy... Flashback is finally at the top & crosses over to the top of the cell where Demon's waiting for him... Flashback runs at him & Demon takes him down with a bodyslam onto the hard slab of GLASS.. This is the danger zone right here & it looks as though the glass is extremly SOLID up there... Archangel is finally starting to get up with help from Gabriel.. It looks as though there discussing something... I have no idea what in the hell is going on now, but they seems to be conspiring.. Demon is hoisting Flashback back up...

Fred Estridge: I'de leave him there & stomp on him 'till the glass breaks! ..now there's RATINGS!

Peter Roberts: Jesus Fred, your morbid... He grabs Fla.. NO! Flashback grabs him by the legs & pulls dropping Demon to his back.. Demon now wraps the legs around & GOOD GOD ALMIGHTY.. He has a SCORPION DEATHLOCK LOCKED IN! He has a SCORPION DEATH LOCK LOCKED IN & now Archangel is climbing the ladder to the top of the cell... Demon is tapping, but they have to be inside of the ring before they can give in... Demon's actually lucky as he screams in absolute agony... He has nowhere to go but... DOWN. Archangel is on top of the cell no... What the hell does he have that for?!

Fred Estridge: I think it's gasoline...

Peter Roberts: I think it is, he's dumping it, but what in the hell?! It's empty!

Fred Estridge: I think I know why, LOOK!

Peter Roberts: FOR THE LOVE OF GOD... Gabriel just lit a match & threw it against the CELL & THE ENTIRE GLASS CELL HAS CAUGHT FIRE EXCEPT FOR THE ROOF! THE WALLS OF THE CELL ARE FLAMING! Holy mother of MURPHY! Somebody put an end to this! Somebody put an end to this... Archangel is top of the cell now & he's signalling something else to Gabriel, but Gabriel shakes his head?! what in the hell is going on here?! Archangel's screaming at Gabriel to do it, but Gabriel does not want to.. I can't imagine what it is.. Flashback has let go of Demon now & he runs at Archangel from behind... Gabriel's got some kind of switch in his hand, what in the HELL is going on...

Fred Estridge: I don't know, but it has potential!

Peter Roberts: The entire cell is a blaze, i don't know what in the hell other surprises are in story... Archangel just got ripped down with a clothesline to the back of the head... Flashback now rolls him over & begins to mount him with fists.. Gabriel pushes the button & WHAT IN THE HELL?! JESUS NO! NO! Archangel has just BURST INTO FLAMES & Flashback has ALSO just burst into flames!! GOOD GOD! GOOD GOd, he rolls off of Archangel & runs over to Demon who grabs him by the THROAT, JESUS NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! He lifts him, but GOOD GOD! Archangel SPEARS Demon down hard before he could finnish the choke slam... Flashback is ecstatic, he's on FIRE DAMMIT... Archangel turns toward him... Flashback runs into him & ARCHANGEL now has Flashback by the throat & DEMON runs at Archy.. OH! Archy with a boot to the chest... NOW WHAT?! NOW WHAT?! He grabs both Flashback & DEMON by the THROAT! BY THE THROAT... NO! CHRIST NO! He's ON FIRE & SO IS FLASHBACK! WHAT A SCENE! WHAT A SCENE!

Fred Estridge: I don't think i've ever seen anything like this before...

Peter Roberts: Archangel PROPELLS BOTH OF THEM UP & BOTH OF THEM DOWN! ..RIGHT DOWN! RIGHT DOWN THROUGH THE FREAKING GLASS! OH MY GOD! CALL THE PARAMEDICS! He just CHOKESLAMMED Flashback & Demon down to the CANVAS! He just chokeslammed Flashback & Demon down to the canvas, thankfully that put Flashbacks FIRE OUT... Archangel is still set a flame... What the hell is th... DEMON JUST ROLLED OVER ON TOP OF FLASHBACK! The reff's there!!!

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Fred Estridge: INCOMING!

Peter Roberts: BACK BODY SPLASH BY THE FLAMING FALLEN ONE! GOOD GOD! He lands right on top of Demon's BACK as Flashback rolls out of the DAMNED WAY... There is blood everywhere.. Flashy is burned & Flashy is burned bad.. He rolls out of the ring & he's digging for something underneath of the ring... Archangel pulls Demon up... THE LAST RIGHTS! THE LAST RIGHTS! A CRUCIFIX POWERBOMB INTO A PINFALL!! THIS HAS TO BE IT! THIS HAS TO BE IT!!!

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Fred Estridge: DAMMIT! I can't SEE!

Peter Roberts: What in the HELL?! What's all that smo... IT'S FLASHBACK & he's got A FIRE EXTINGUISHER! He interupted the COUNT! GOOD GOD ALMIGHTY! GOOD GOD ALMIGHTY... He runs at Archangel & CRUNCH! He smashes that Fire extinguished right into his head & a huge indent has just bene made in Archy's DAMNED HEAD! He falls back HARD & now Flashback turns around where Demon's ALREADY STANDING! He's already standing... DEMON DRIVER! DEMON DRIVER... THIS HAS GOT TO BE IT GOD DAMMIT! THIS HAS GOT TO BE IT...

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(The lights blast out & we hear over the firkntron "TREMERE TV" ...)

Peter Roberts: WHAT IN THE HELL IS THIS... The lights have gone off & I can't see a DAMNED THING IN FRONT OF MY DAMNED FACE... What in the HELL IS GOING ON FOR GODS SAKE! Turn on the LIG...

(The lights turn on following a large explosion along all four corners of the ring, we see the glass hell in a cell shatter into a million pieces & rain onto the three competitor's...)

Peter Roberts: FOR GODS SAKE! FOR GODS SAKE! FOR GODS SAKE!

(My Way by Limp Bizkit begins to play...)

Peter Roberts: Who in the hell is this now?! Spotlights are circling the crowd & all three men are laid out inside of the damned ring... All three of them are bleeding like there's no tommorow... The spotlights circle around until they get to the entrance way & now form a straight line.. BOOM! A tremendous blast shouts off from the entrance way & who is that? Two men have walked out... One is a blonde guy wearing sunglasses & has a slight half-grin on his face, the other is some japanese guy.. Who the HELL is that? There coming down to ringside slowly.. Strolling along...

Fred Estridge: Considering the Tremere TV, i'm saying thats the newcomer...

Peter Roberts: The three men inside of the ring don't even know whats going on yet... The blonde man is walking by the tabl.. WHAT IN THE HELL?! He's JUST GRABBED THE WORLD TITLE?! IT's not that EASY ROOKIE!

Fred Estridge: Apparently it is...

Peter Roberts: Whoever that arrogant prick IS.. He's grabbed the world title & now he's climbing up the apron & stepping into the ring.. The japanese fellow sits in one corner & the blonde guy, holding the world title over his shoulder sits quaintly in the other... The japanese man walks up behind Flashback as he slowly stands up.. Flashback looks at the blonde man, and WHAT THE HELL?! Flashback has just turned PALE WHITE DAMMIT, it's as THOUGH he's SEEN A GHOST...  Flashback's look of fear is turning into that of RAGe, he looks PISSED AS he see's the WORLD TITLE BELT.. We can hear that Tremere from out here, I think he just said I'M BACK... WHAT IN THE HELL, who is THIS GUY?!

Fred Estridge: I don't know but Flashback just went for him & got a superkick to the back of the HEAD...

Peter Roberts: GOOD GOD, Flashback falls flat on the ground... Tremere picks Demon up off of the canvas... Hoists him up... He sets them up almost vertically, hooks one of there legs, jumps spins & DROPS THEM! A BURNING HAMMER!

Fred Estridge: Keep up with the dates.. That was the Maniuplator & that other guy.. Who by the way is Shinji Zaibatsu... just did the Year of the Shinji... Or northern lights brainbuster for latense terms... to Archangel...

Peter Roberts: err... It looks as though Tremere is sitting next to Flashback whispering some words to him.. I don't know what the hell this is all about but Tremere just said FEAR ME in Flashy's ear extremly loud... Tremere throws Flashback into Shinji who sets him up for a TIGERDRIVER.. GOOD GOD NO... Tremeres off the ropes just as flashback gets tiger driven & Tremere hits with a springboard blockbuster neckbreaker off of the apron & he drives Flashback down HARDER than HARD... Impressive move, but NOT THE RIGHT DAMNED TIME... What in the HELL IS THIS NOW?! Tremere rolls Flashback onto the unconscious body of Demon... NO! DAMMIT, NO!

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Peter Roberts: IT'S OVER! THE BELL IS RINGING! Tremere's raising that title into the AIR like he just won it, what the HELL is the history between these men?! what in the HELL AM I MISSING!? Shinji's dancing around like a freak michael jackson esque wannabe... He's doing the DAMNED MOONWALK & CHRIST, HE EVEN GRABBED HIS CROTCH!

Fred Estridge: Baha, I LOVE IT...

Peter Roberts: This is the screwjob of the century... This is absolutly NUTS FOLKS. Flashback has somehow managed to RETAIN HIS TITLE & finally Archangel is starting to get up... This one is over folks what a PPV, what brutality. What emotion what the f*ck is he doing here!!?!

Fred Estridge: Lee F'n' Todd is in the isle looking Flashback, who's barely standing straight in the eye. He's wearing Lamonts damned kilt, the audacity of that man. Their  jaw jacking and this could break out in to an all out war here tonight. Lee's said right from the start he's here for Flashbacks title. He was denied  his shot before but who's going to stop him now. He's got a live mic, this is gonna be great! He's Mr. FATIGUE!

Lee F'n' Todd: Hey Flashbitch your wearing my property that title belongs to me, it belongs to the U.K Crew. Oh and by the way didn't your momma ever tell you, people stood in glass houses shouldn't throw stones.

Peter Roberts: My God that ring just EXPLODED! The rest of it.. With the three men still inside.. Tremere & Shinji are both on the outside of it... There looking over at Todd...Theirs glass everywhere no mortal man could withstand that. Good God were out of ... What in the HELL?!

(Pretty fly for a White Guy has just started playing... The Firk'n Scot emerges to an enormous crowd response...)

Scot Lamont: You think your a big man do you Lee Todd? Guess what.. I'm retiring as of this moment from wrestling in the FHW. I will re-instate my rightfull roll as the OWNER OF FIRK'N HARDCORE WRESTLING... Welcome to the NEW GENERATION LEE TODD. Nice DRESS.

(He drops the mic & we fade to black..)