MrBRulzOK
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Post by MrBRulzOK on Oct 21, 2008 17:21:06 GMT -5
As we see Samoa Joe standing by in the ring, bouncing back and forth, as he prepares himself for this upcoming match, the crowd cheering quite loudly.
Announcer: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Currently in the ring... from the Isle of Samoa, weighing in at 290 pounds... he is the Samoan Submission Machine, Samoa Joe!
Samoa Joe simply looks intently toward the entrance way, awaiting his opponent patiently. As he does so, the sounds of Dragonland's Direction Perfection are heard via the Toomitron, as the crowd boos quite loudly, Joe watching the entrance way intently.
Announcer: And his opponent, from London England, weighing in at 219 pounds... Chance Confidence!
As the crowd continues to boo, it seems there is no sign of Mr. Confidence, as Joe looks on with anger, quickly stepping forward and leaning over the ropes, when suddenly, he gets knocked over the top by a dropkick! He tumbles to the outside, as the crowd boos, Joe turning around as he rises up, just in time to get a vicious baseball slide across the face, sending him down in a heap! Chance Confidence looks down at him with a look of pure contempt, as he reaches up, grabbing and whipping Joe harshly into the steel post on the outside face first, sending him crashing hard into it! He lands on the outside, clutching at his face. Chance quickly runs over, stomping viciously across the area, then climbing atop, now beating the holy hell out of him with a series of nasty looking elbows, as Joe grimaces in pain, pushing Chance off in desperation. The confident one simply gets back to his feet, walking over now to the ring apron and reaching down underneath, pulling out a steel chair. He slams it against the ground, watching intently at Joe, who slowly pushes to his feet, as he then charges in, smashing him right in the face with this weapon! The crowd boos, as the referee decides to call this one a no contest.
Chance develops a rather pleased smirk on his face, as he walks over, then raises that chair again, driving it over and over again right in Samoa Joe's face, as he guards it desperately. Chance however doesn't stop, continuing to rain down chair shot after chair shot, as the crowd boos quite loudly. The man then throws down the chair near the ring apron, yanking Joe up around the neck, then pulling him over toward that chair, delivering a stiff forearm for good measure, then springing onto the ring apron, leaping off and spiking him into the chair with his Confidence in Capacity! Joe lands with a sick thud, as blood now starts to spurt out a gash in his head, as Chance gets to his feet slowly, then grabs Joe once more, pulling him back by the arms, before delivering a ruthless curb stomp and driving him face first into that steel chair. Joe simply lies there in a heap, as Chance casually returns to the ring, hopping back onto the apron and climbing inside, snatching the microphone from the announcer on his way back inside.
Chance: ... Podanski, that was a preview of what awaits your miserable future. You see, as I said before, the old Chance Confidence, the one with the ego the size of an overinflated zeppelin, is dead. The new Chance Confidence doesn't stand for miserable twits like yourself, those who deny his gratitude and generosity, which was simply a gift from him. He also doesn't stand for fat, washed up, and incompetent swine who think that they can hang in the ring with superior wrestlers like myself.
The crowd boos quite loudly, Chance however simply ignoring them with a rather serious look on his face.
Chance: Wrestlers like myself have no time to waste with pathetic drunkards who think they can go in the ring with grapplers of my magnitude. People like you deserve to die in a disgusting bar, sipping away alcohol until you keel over, presumably from alcohol poisoning.
The crowd boos even louder, as Chance continues.
Chance: People like you... are a waste of time. At EWT's Rising Star, I will close the curtain on your miserable and washed up wrestling career Podanski. Just like I ended the careers of Sammy Stardust... Richard Clay... and quite assuredly, my latest victim, Samoa Joe.
Chance throws down the microphone, as he develops a rather satisfied smirk on his face, the young man quickly exiting the ring, then stopping right beside Samoa Joe, who tries to push to his feet, Chance simply picking up that chair once again, then walking over and bashing him in the face once more, before dropping it as well, the crowd booing quite loudly once again, as Chance simply makes his way to the back once again.
We quickly fade to a video package for the current EWT Ox Division Champion, Charley Mac.
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Post by SsnakeBite, the No1 Frenchman on Oct 24, 2008 5:12:16 GMT -5
*We cut to the EWT cafeteria where we see Sum Guy is sitting alone at a table, looking sadly at a glass of what is obviously alcohol in his hand. He sighs, then Mysth appears on screen, wearing his backstage attire, and sits next to him.*
Mysth: Well, what's wrong, Sum? You look lower than the economy.
Sum Guy: Pft, I'm Sum Guy and I'm bored of it all! It's always the same thing! I go see a wrestler just to interview them, to add some conviviality, you know... and I always eventually get hurt! No really, it's no fun.
Mysth: Aw, but I never hurt you! And neither did Ivy!
Sum: Yeah but... look, just a few moments ago, I was paying Maelstrom a visit, just asking him questions about his last matches and stuff, and then he attacked me!
Mysth: Ah yeah... Maelstrom is... like that, I know. What happened, exactly?
Sum: Well, I still have the tape here, we could play it on the cafeteria's TV.
Mysth: Okay.
Sum: WAITER! Could you play that tape, please?
Waiter: *shrugs* Yeah, why not? Whatever...
Mysth: ...
Sum: See? That aggression was just cheap and unnecessary!
Mysth: So that's what Maelstrom has to say about me, huh? I'm always on his way?
Sum: Hey! What the hell?! We were talking about ME.
Mysth: Well maybe he doesn't realize he doesn't need my help to lose his matches.
Sum: Oh well right, just ignore me! At least You're not physically assaulting me! *to himself* Pft, they're all the same...
Mysth: Oh well, I guess he's looking for an excuse to cover up his bad result at Massacre. Seriously, I went into the ring before him and got out of it after him.
Sum: *To himself* these wrestlers, always only thinking about themselves and their image, beating on untrained people who just want to ask them a couple of questions.
Mysth: And what better excuse than to claim that someone who is obviously way better than himself is holding him down?
Sum: *To himself* And they always have to act like pricks, just to show how “badass” they are and whatnot.
Mysth: And you know what, Sum? You're right!
Sum: *Now surprised and excited* Huh? Me? Right?! For real?!! It's the first time someone says that to me! Well, maybe except for that time when...
Mysth: Maelstrom attacked you. No, he assaulted you! Why? Well there's only one explanation: Maelstrom is desperate to still look tough whereas he's clearly past his prime and he won't accept it, therefore he feels the need to beat up someone weaker in order to feel strong. And that shows who he really is: a coward. So I guess I don't have much to fear from him, as cowards don't have the guts to fight someone who could actually fight back.
Sum: Yeah! That's exactl... wait, did you imply that I'm weak? That's cold, dude...
Mysth: Now if you excuse me, I've got to go train for my match against The Miz.
*Mysth gets up and walks toward the exit, when “Sexually Suggestive” Ivy Rosepine walks in view.*
Ivy: Hi, honey!
Mysth: Hey, sweetie, what's up?
Ivy: I think I'm not getting enough TV time so I felt I had to make an appearance.
Mysth: TV?
*Ivy points at the cameraman*
Mysth: Huh?! I didn't even notice him!
Ivy: You're a bit out of here, huh?
Mysth: Hey! Don't be so mean with me!
Ivy: You love it when I do that.
Mysth: Or so you like to believe.
Ivy: No really! You love it! Men love when women tease them! *She pokes Mysth as they leave the room and their voices start fading away*
Mysth: No we don't. It's just that women pretend we like it so they can keep doing it!
*Ivy pokes him again. The camera pans back to Sum Guy.*
Sum: I'm Sum Guy and I feel a bit better for being right, but not so much for being weak. *He drinks from his glass and we cut to the next segment*
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Post by Karl Ross on Oct 25, 2008 3:17:19 GMT -5
*We are in an all white room, when a man in a 3-piece suit walks out. He is tan, and has short blonde hair.
Man: Today, I would like to talk to you all about one thing...
*He reaches in his pant pocket and pulls out a US dollar bill.
Man: The almighty dollar. Hell, its not even worth the money its printed on. Everyday, we're bombarded with stories and investigations about how are economy is free-falling, and taking the rest of the world with us. What the fine people of this country, and the world as a whole need is some relief. We don't need plans, we need action! We need a man like me...Karl Ross. But hell, you don't know the half of it.
*Fade to white.
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Post by The Lach is very tired on Oct 25, 2008 6:00:51 GMT -5
Jay Lethal is standing in the ring. Where the Party's At hits & he heads to the ring. He rolls into the ring & the bell goes the 2 men circle each other. Lethal charges at Spaz & Spaz takes him down. Spaz picks him up & hits him with This Is Spinal Snap! He covers Lethal
1 2 3!
The crowd is shocked that Spaz was able to beat Lethal so easily. Spaz stands & smiles. He then turns & sees the stunned Lethal. He grabs him & locks on the Sydney Stretch! The ref tries to pull Spaz off a screaming Lethal as the bell rings repeatedly. After a while Spaz lets go as the crowd is in stunned silence. Spaz grabs a mic.
Spaz: I guess some of you are wondering why I just did that. Why I violated my own code... Well I will tell you all, all of my career I have done things a certain way. I have been Mr. Nice Guy I have taken the high road. Now I'm f***ing sick of it! I have done what has earned me the respect of the fans & of the other wrestlers. Well now the only person I want respect from is myself. You can cheer for me, you can boo me I don't give a shit. My only focus is winning matches & getting that World Title back around my waist.
Spaz drops the mic & Where The Party's At plays. Spaz stops & picks up the mic again.
S: Cut that song, I have new music. Play the new one.
Then this song plays as Spaz heads back up the ramp.
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Post by SsnakeBite, the No1 Frenchman on Oct 28, 2008 9:42:36 GMT -5
*Back in the EWT arena, The Miz is already in the ring and Mysth is ending his entrance. “Sexually Suggestive” Ivy Rosepine is at ringside. When Mysth stops posing for the crowd, the match is announced.*
Announcer: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall! On my left, from Parma, Ohio, standing 6'1” tall and weighing in at 210 lbs... THEEEEE MMMIIIIIIZZZZZ!!
*The crowd gives a mixed reaction as the Miz raises his arms.*
Announcer: And his opponent, from Strasbourg, France, standing 5'7” tall and weighing in at 218 lbs... EWT's Best Kept Secret, The Darkness in the Light, MMMMYYYYYYSSSSSTTHHH!!
DING DING!!
*The match begins and the two men circle around then lock up. The Miz manages to push Mysth into a corner, but the referee separates them. When the ref tells them to go at it again, Mysth immediately charges for a Flying Clothesline that sends the Miz on the ground. Mysth immediately turns around to strike the Miz with a Shining Wizard. Mysth uses the momentum to hop on the nearby turnbuckle and performs a Moonsault!*
ONE...
SHOULDER UP!
*The Miz, while dizzy, is still strong enough to get out of the pin attempt. The two men get up and the Miz charges at Mysth for a Clothesline, but the Frenchman ducks and strikes his opponent with a Dropkick to the chest as he turns around. Mysth gets up and poses for the ground, before striking a cocky smile to his girlfriend, who smiles back. Mysth notices that the Miz is getting up, with the help of the ropes. Mysth charges, but the Miz dodges and pulls the rope, making Mysth go over the top rope and down to the floor! Mysth slowly gets up, but is struck with a Vaulting Body Press from the Miz! The referee starts counting and at the count of 4, they are up, but the Miz is faster and throws Mysth into the barricades! After that, he rolls his opponent back inside the ring and goes for the cover.*
ONE...
TWO... KICKED OUT!
*The Miz immediately gets up and grabs sets Mysth up for a Neckbreaker, but Mysth shoves him forward, making the Miz bounce against the ropes, and Mysth grabs him for a Release German Suplex! Mysth then picks up the Miz, Irish whips him and strikes him with the Mysthical Chokeslam!!*
*At this very moment, Maelstrom pops out from the crowd and slides inside the ring, assaulting Mysth. The referee immediately rings the bell, signaling the end of the match due to outside interference. Ivy gets inside the ring to help her boyfriend, prompting Maelstrom to give her his most intimidating stare. She stops for a second, but still seems determined to rescue her fiancé. Mysth, with his last remaining strengths, manages to utter “don't do that, Ivy!” and after an hesitation, she eventually decides to get back outside the ring. The big man then grins and gets back to Mysth and strikes him with the Whirlpool!! Ivy is in shock and goes to check on Mysth as Maelstrom gets out of the ring, grabs a microphone and delivers a speech from the outside.*
Maelstrom: So how does it feel, huh?! How does it feel when YOU are the one who gets attacked after already having a match? How does it feel when someone prevents you from achieving your goals? Now it's your turn to be frustrated because of the actions of someone else. And I'm not done with you yet, Mysth. Because at EWT's Rising star, it will be you versus me... and I will end you!
*Fade to the next segment*
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Post by hardcorehensley on Nov 5, 2008 16:28:21 GMT -5
Jim Ross: It was a great show.
Joey Styles: It definitely was rejuvenating.
"Hit Em High, Hit Em Low" blasts throughout the arena.
Lillian Garcia: Ladies and gentlemen, at this time will you please welcome...Hardcore Hensley!
Hensley charges out onto the stage showing spunk actually. He makes his way to the ring in his custom wrestling attire, plus a dark green sleeveless hooded sweatshirt with Hardcore Hensley written on the front, and flames engulfing said title. He slides into the ring, the hood of his new gear falling backwards, only to reveal a jet black knit cap. He graciously accepts Garcia's microphone, and even holds the bottom rope for her as she exits before setting his sights upon the audience.
JR: "The Hardcore One" has entered the building, and he's looking better.
Styles: Well I think it'd be hard otherwise after that victory he obtained!
JR: Hey, you gotta pay your dues to Angus McAngus, he wrestled a helluva match.
Styles: I had my hat off to him until his partner decided to intervene afterwards.
JR: Oh, yes.
Styles: Just an absolute total show of disrespect.
JR: They're recent struggles have seem to have gotten to them.
Styles: For sure.
Hensley: You know, not too long ago, when I lost the Ox Division Championship, I gotta say I really wasn't too worried. I kinda thought I had it all played out really. I mean, sure I'd just gotten my title ripped out of my grasp by a rookie, but it wasn't as if I'd rolled over and died! Charley Mac answered my call, charged right into this ring, and beat me. Decisively, you can make that call, but he got the W. I saw the fire in Charley, the energy, if you will. He just seemed to have it! Spunk, there you go! He reminded me of myself, I'd like to say I saw a little bit of myself in him, but I really don't know how well that'd go with him. No matter, that night, there was no thought in my mind about what could of, or should of. There was just, my next move. As I explained soon after my loss, I felt the Ox Division Championship was merely a step in the stairway to my real destiny. That destiny, as I mentioned as well, being the EWT Heavyweight Championship. Perhaps some of you don't think the same way as me, let me break it down for you. Nobody, not one aspiring professional wrestler, dreams of winning a Light Heavyweight Championship, or a Television Championship, or even a United States Championship! Its all about the big one, the most prestigious prize. In everybody's fantasy its always the same. As the referee raises your arm, Michael Buffer takes the microphone lowered to him from the ceiling, and proclaims, 'NEW HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION'. None differentiate. Now, I know I just entered this business a bit more than a year ago, so I may have no right at all in calling Charley a rookie, but I've learned a lot! In my short time, I feel like I've really grown into a wrestler. A professional wrestler. Believe me, you probably shouldn't believe me. Not three years to this day, was I simply sitting on my lazy ass, channel surfing on basic cable when all of this caught my eye. I wasn't going anywhere, I finally found something I had a shot at, so I traveled across this great nation, and found myself training and working hard everyday. I always gave my best, and I grasped the concept. Sure, when I made my debut, I did little to note. I flipped over the top rope, but who hadn't seen that, right. My first four months here were nothing shy of a travesty! They were terrible! I didn't give up, or throw in the towel, or cry Uncle though. I kept going, and soon enough, I found myself. Blah, blah, blah, here I am. I realize I got no authority whatsoever with gold, and I'm not gonna demand anything. I just want it to be put on notice that Hardcore Hensley's ready. Dave Davies, or whoever the EWT Heavyweight Champion becomes, I want you to hear this because I'm not going away. My time has come, and when I get the chance, you are going to hear that dream come true! Now, it might not be Michael Buffer in the ring, and the mic might not be lowered in from the sky, but I can promise you that you are going to hear SOMEBODY exclaim, 'NEW HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION...Hardcore Hensley'! Write a f***ing book about it.
He tosses the mic at a nearby cameraman then backs out of the ring. His fans cheer him on to his theme music as he slaps hands with those out-reaching along his way up the ramp. He pauses at the stage to lob his knit cap into the crowd, and does an X with his forearms before finally disappearing behind the curtains.
JR: Hardcore Hensley, folks.
Styles: Big words right there, you think he can back all those up?
JR: Honestly, if Hensley thinks he can do it, you gotta at least somewhat think he's gotta chance.
Styles: Ha, good old JR isn't joshing either!
A promo for the EWT's fourth annual trip to Iraq follows.
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Sigma: Current SRW Champ!
Dennis Stamp
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Post by Sigma: Current SRW Champ! on Nov 6, 2008 16:50:47 GMT -5
(Outside the EWT Arena, we see a Rolls Royce Silver Cloud and Vile is standing right beside it)
Vile: $1,000,000. That amount of money can make the most stubborn of people do the most outlandish of things. For me, it was stepping foot into an EWT Ring. My abilities and my talents have been completely wasted. I was brought in by Sigma to prepare myself for the future. He told me after winning the ladder match and the $1,000,000 was all the preparation that I needed. As reward, he gave me this brand new Rolls Royce.
Now with all the pleasantries aside, here's my real thoughts. I hate this place. The place is becoming barren, there are no other talents in this company that are worth having anywhere, the World Champion, the Tag Team Champions, the Toolshed champion, the OX champion and the Tri-State champion, are so pathetic that lose to a woman. If all your major champions lose to a woman, then there is no chance that your organization will have any credibility. Hell, there's only one woman left and I destroyed her at CAM Cinco. I've been watching the ways of the other people here and it's distressing. There's nothing here. No heart. No passion, no commitment, nothing. There's also something else out there that's driving talent away. The Johannsens are gone, The Cidal Squad is gone, and the biggest loss in recent memory is Team Ireland. The higher ups have this sort of pact and the old folks of the EWT have all the cards and if they don't like anybody, they'll manipulate and stop you from succeeding. I HATE IT HERE. SO TOOMI, I'M DONE!!! EWT IS DOOMED TO FAIL RIGHT UNDER YOUR NOSE AND YOU'RE NOT SEEING THE MELTDOWN. TO HELL WITH THIS PLACE, I'M DONE!
(Vile enters the drivers side of the Rolls Royce and drives off. The License Plates read the following message: VLE2W1G.)
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Post by hardcorehensley on Nov 16, 2008 16:49:14 GMT -5
"Hit Em High, Hit Em Low" plays to merely a handful of reactions period. There's no announcer in the ring to do an introduction, but nevertheless Hardcore Hensley makes his way to the ring. He's in his street garb, and his face hangs. He circles around the ring over to the timekeeper's table, and collects a microphone before climbing in. There's not one person to quiet down, so he gets straight to business.
Hensley: Are you serious?
His face morphs into a confused look. He raises a brow at the audience, who aren't responsive in the least bit. He turns towards the stage.
Hensley: I'm not just talking to them.
His gaze stays fixed for another moment then he just goes back to pacing about.
Hensley: I tried to come out here, and get something started. I thought, after Rising Star, I felt rejuvenated! I could finally see the horizon! I came out here, and opened up to all of you.
Again, he glances over his shoulder.
Hensley: ALL of you.
He sighs, rubbing his goatee.
Hensley: I guess we're just gonna let some chicken s*** b**** condemn us! I'll tell you something, when I watched that, I was speechless, but then as time grew, and not a single man stepped up, I was heartbroken.
He shakes his head, grinding his teeth in frustration.
Hensley: If I have to be the answer, I will. If everybody else is gonna throw in the towel, don't expect me to. I don't care anymore. If all we got is quitters in the back, I want my own damn separate dressing room! You know, EWT may die, someday, but I promise you it won't fold while Hardcore Hensley still doing work!
He yanks off his knit cap, and chucks it at the ropes.
Hensley: Dave Davies, I'm not going to go away. Sooner or later, me and you are gonna square up, and you can believe me, when I get that shot you gonna be looking at the EWT Heavyweight Champion!
Only a few cheers come across, the majority of the crowd still silent.
Hensley: I'm not gonna chase after you though. I still have faith.
His bright complexion is quickly lost.
Hensley: Until then, I wanna challenge. No, I want challenges! If you want me, if you wanna do big things, hit me up. I ain't going nowhere. If there's just a thought in your mind about having at me, say so, your wish will be granted.
He nods to himself, licking his chops.
Hensley: It begins with Season's Beatings, for the fourth time we're going to Iraq to show them how much we appreciate what they're doing for us. Season's Beatings ain't gonna be about anything more than impressing those soldiers. I don't care who you are, if you wanna go center-stage, you holler. I'll be waiting. If I can't save this place as champ, I'm gonna do it in even better fashion. I'm gonna do it exactly the way I should, not with cheap talk or tricks. Not even with shiny gold. I'm gonna do it with what this, and every other WRESTLING company is about!
He stares up at a banner, high above the mat with three letters embedded on it: EWT.
Hensley: Wrestling...
With that, "Hit Em High, Hit Em Low" replays to simply a slightly improved reaction as Hensley rolls out, and marches back up the ramp. His head not hung, and his eyes stoned upon his exit. A video of the previous year's Season's Beatings follows.
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Sigma: Current SRW Champ!
Dennis Stamp
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Post by Sigma: Current SRW Champ! on Nov 18, 2008 21:05:29 GMT -5
(Bell Rings)
GMC: Ladies and gentlemen, our next contest is scheduled for one fall.
(Santino’s theme plays)
GMC: Coming down to the ring first, from Italy, weighing in at 234 pounds, Santino Marella.
Tony Schiavone: Former 2-time WWE Intercontinental title holder Santino Marella heading to the ring. He’s looking to make an impact in EWT.
Jesse Ventura: Yeah, but he has a major task in front of him in Sigma. And he’s got the microphone from Capetta.
Santino: Leta me tell you who I yam. I am the greatest WWE Intercontinential champeeeon of all the times, Santino Marella! I am here to challenge that big tall mussel that is Stigma. Stigma, you will bow down to me. For I am going to open up a can of the ass whip. And if Man-bad or Davies Davies wants to take me on, then let them come!
(“Feel a fear” plays, crowd boos)
GMC: And his opponent, from Tacoma, Washington. He weighs in at 276 pounds, SIGMA!
Tony Schiavone: Sigma walking out with a purpose and with a sick smile on his face. He screwed Dave Davies and the rest of the champions out of $1,000,000, which went to Vile, his protégé. She’s now gone to another organization with the EWT GND title.
Jesse Ventura: She saw no more competition here and left. Sigma’s back by himself again and is looking for that EWT title.
(Bell Rings)
Tony Schiavone: The bell sounds and Santino charges, but is met by a very stiff Lariat by Sigma. Santino is flopping around. He may have had his nose broken.
Jesse Ventura: His nose looks swollen. That Lariat may have busted that nose wide open. Sigma’s not relenting.
Tony Schiavone: Sigma looking like a man possessed, whips him into the corner and WOW!
Jesse Ventura: Whoa, Flying Knee to that nose, and Santino is out. Sigma is not even showing any emotion.
Tony Schiavone: Sigma is possessed. He’s pulling up Santino by the head, flips him around and has him set up.
Jesse Ventura: This is looking to go pretty quick. Sigma lifts him up and delivers the Sigma Suplex to him.
Ref: 1…….2…….3!
(Bell Rings)
GMC: Ladies and gentlemen, your winner…SIGMA!
Tony Schiavone: Sigma was no-nonsense tonight. He came out here with a purpose, and just took out Santino.
Jesse Ventura: Something was bugging Sigma though. He didn’t have his usual swagger. But I think he has it now because he’s got a microphone.
Tony Schiavone: He needs to explain himself about what he did at Rising Star and Vile’s leaving.
Sigma: It may seem like a shock to all of you that my protégé Vile left EWT. But to be honest with all of you, this was all planned. She had told me that after the great exile of all of the wrestlers, she thought that her presence wasn't needed anymore. Especially since she was the only woman's wrestler here worthy of the championship. So, like any other wrestler who's fed up with her place of employment. She got all the money she needed and quit. Both I and she perfectly executed the Rising Star Match and the ensuing chaos during said match. Also, Dave Davies, Nyrds and the rest of the so called Champions. Listen to me. You're weak and pathetic compared to me. If I wasn't going to get a shot at that cash or any title that night, then none of the other champions would get anything out of that match, except for broken bones. Hey, Davies. How's that neck that I cracked? Hodgson, Nelson: Go back to playing your Nintendo Wii's and your Playstation 3's and leave the wrestling to the actual wrestlers and not some skinny wannabes. So, yeah. I and Vile, you could say, stole the $1,000,000 from all of you pathetic miscreants.
*Toom E. Dangerously starts to make his way towards the ring*
Toomi: I'VE HAD ENOUGH OF THIS SIGMA!
Sigma: Well, if it isn't our favorite boss. The prime example of unstable leadership.
Toomi: You know what Sigma...you can stick it. Just plain & simple, stick it. You walk around here like you are high & mighty, but you forget who runs the show around here...me. You do not sign the checks. You do not book the matches. You do not organize the pay per views. You do not book the buildings for the shows. And you do not plan out the schedules. You are looking at the man who runs the place...me...Toom E Dangerously. I started this promotion from the ground up. I started it with a vision. A vision that you were not a part of. And as far as I am concerned, a vision you will NEVER be a part of. And that's why I am giving you something....your pink slip!! As far as I am concerned Sigma, it is time you put up or shut up. I can't stand Dave Davies, but he is the top man around here. And I can definitely not stand you. So why not take both men I can not stand...send them off to war torn Iraq...and have them wrestle under that hot desert sun?
And do you know what this means? If you lose...you will be FIRED!!! And what better way to fire you than to fire you in front of America's finest at a EWT Annual Tradition...Seasons Beatings?
Sigma: How dense do you think I am? You know for a fact I wouldn't be saying what I said unless I could back it up. You just cost Davies his title. Congrats, Toomi. May you go down faster than Herb Abrams and his UWF.
*Sigma leaves the ring, Toomi is furious.*
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Post by hardcorehensley on Nov 26, 2008 2:40:48 GMT -5
Various shots of the audience fill the screen, one after the other, before Lillian Garcia is standing in the ring.Garcia: Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is scheduled for one fall. The camera pans out, and Jay Lethal is shown settling into his corner.Garcia: Introducing first, from Elizabeth, New Jersey, weighing in at one hundred and ninety pounds..."Black Machismo" Jay Lethal! His fans award him with a nice pop as Lethal throws one arm up in the air, keeping the other locked on his waist, in true "Macho Man" fashion. "Hit Em High, Hit Em Low" drowns out his applause.Garcia: And his opponent, out of Richmond, California, he weighed in this morning at approximately two hundred and fifty-two pounds...Hardcore Hensley! Hensley seems to actually receive smaller cheers than Lethal for his introduction. He strolls out in his custom attire, making his way to the ring without ever so much as glancing after a fan. He slides in, and immediately takes position in his own corner. After checking for any concealed foreign objects, the referee calls for the bell.
They wrap up early, but back off respectively. Hensley gets in a stiff kick to the side, but Lethal's arm absorbs it. He tries to for another lockup, but Hensley reverses into a headlock. He considers lifting, but opts for the ropes. Hensley bounces off across the ring, a shoulder awaiting his return. He catches himself though, and ends up ducking a clothesline. When Lethal's turned about, an elbow cuts him hard in the mouth, knocking him backwards. He bounces off the ropes this time, capturing Hensley in a headscissors takedown. Hensley manages to flip this through, landing on his feet, meeting Lethal. He shoots another stiff kick, but aims too high, and Lethal evades it. Hensley eats a rough European uppercut, placing him on the ropes again. Lethal whips him back to the center of the ring for an STO backbreaker, the first half of his Lethal Combo. He attempts the latter part, but Hensley stops himself in midair, and plants Lethal with his own STO backbreaker. He follows up with the finish, leaving Lethal out cold. A fast frog splash later, and Hensley makes the cover.
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"Hit Em High, Hit Em Low" replays as the ref raises Hensley's arm.Garcia: Your winner...Hardcore Hensley! A few more approve than prior to the opening bell, but Hensley still shows no emotion. His music cuts off abruptly, moving his sight towards the stage, where a man in a suit appears. He bears an EWT emblem, and a microphone in hand.: Mr. Hensley, congratulations on your victory. Hensley glares at the man, declining a mic of his own when offered.: Yes, I understand your open challenge for Season's Beatings has yet to be answered, correct? Hensley shakes his head.: Well, allow me to help. This is fresh out of management. As of today, you are the number one contender for the EWT Tri-State Championship! Hensley cocks one of his bushy brows while chatter from the crowd ensues.: Therefore, next month, at Season's Beatings, you shall be facing...this man! The man points up at the ToomiTron where several photos of EWT superstars come and go. It stops with one of Mr. Bad.: Your welcome! Hensley's music cues backup as he's left stunned, staring confoundedly at the picture of EWT's Tri-State Champion, Mr. Bad.
A promo for the troops in Iraq follows.
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Post by hammerofdawn on Nov 26, 2008 15:05:26 GMT -5
in a big big match, Jon Toro faced Shannon Moore in a mega- grduge fight. Shanon ran up to the ring and clotheslined him, but Jon was able to get out of the pin just in time. Shannon tryed to give him the monkeyflip but Jon used his power and reversed! Jon sent Shannon to the mat with a big back siplex!
One! Two! Three! NOOO!
Shannon got out! But Jon Toro picked him yp a nd gave him the Blindside for the pin!
ONE! TWOOO! THREEEE!
In the end, it was a tough fitght for Jon Toro, butt shannon more new that Jon was the better man!
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Post by Tea & Crumpets on Nov 27, 2008 14:00:29 GMT -5
*Cut to the Diamonds lockerroom. Sum Guy is nowhere to be seen, for a change.* Angus: Hensley, ye beat me. I’ll admit it, ye were the better man. The fact my partner got carried away after the match is just a footnote. Time moves on.
Warrior: It moves on to Christmas! Party time for most people! But not for us. Cause what’s happening with us? Nothing! The Nyrds haven’t defended their belts since ever, and it looks like they won’t be defending at the PPV, even though WE are still owed a rematch for those titles.
Angus: But it gets better. Cause noo, our next match is with a cripple an’ some preacher turned wannabe rebel tough guy. What high quality opponents. Just give us Zach Gowen an’ Even Colder Mike Austin while ye’re at it.
Warrior: Nerds! Yes, that’s right, not Nyrds, but Nerds! NERDS! We want our rematch! We want it at Season’s Beatings! We want to win those belts back while out with the American troops. We don’t care what the rules are, we just want the match. We’ll get back to you on the stipulation if you want, shoot ya an email or something. But we’re getting the match, so give us it!
*Angus tosses his kilt over the camera, not bothering with his catchphrase this time*
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Post by The Line on Nov 27, 2008 16:08:46 GMT -5
*A generic, yet moderately attractive woman is backstage, holding a microphone.
Woman: Hellow, I'm Simone Bishop, your newest backstage interviewer here in EWT, and well...What are you doing here?!?!
*the camera bans to the left to show Andy Duke, wearing all black, pacing back and forth.
Simone: Andy Duke? Its been months since we've seen you here in EWT. What are you doing here?
Andy: No comment please..hey wait, were you at the Detriot Merriot back in May? I believe you and I may have-
Simone: Uh, you must have me confused with someone else. I have one of those faces. So, what are you doing back here?
Andy: Have you ever heard the saying "The more things change, the more they stay the same"?
Simone:....
Andy: Well, anyway, that's all I have to say right now. You'll all just have to wait and see. (Andy's cellphone rings) Can you excuse me? Hey D. Oh, everything is ready for you and the girl. Still no word on anyone else? Oh well. Their loss. See you two in a couple weeks.
*Andy hangs up his phone, and walks away.
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Post by The Wraith on Dec 3, 2008 15:47:31 GMT -5
*scene begins with Todd Grisham walking backstage*
Todd: ....wait....is somebody there?
*he looks to see somebody sleeping on the floor with a blanket*
Todd: Excuse me!
*Johnny Darius wakes up*
J.D.: What the hell? I was taking a damn nap, but you ruined it for me! What do you want?
Todd: Aren't you Johnny Darius?
J.D.: Yeah, and what's it to you?
Todd: Do you realize you haven't had a match since July 27th, 2007?!
J.D.: .....Really? It's been that long? Wow, time flies, man.
Todd: So did you retire from wrestling, or what?
J.D.: I'm not sure. After the HBK match, I was walking through here and next thing I know, I'm out cold. When I woke up, there was a note written by some guy....I forget his name...I think he runs this place....
Todd: You don't even know his name?
J.D.: I'll remember it later. Anyway, the note said that somebody had found me knocked out, and they decided for precautionary reasons, I was going to have to wait until December 2008 to come back to wrestling.
Todd: That's.....very strange.
J.D.: Yeah I know. Since then, I've been training even harder and been learning some new things.
Todd: I'm sure the crowd can't wait to see it.
J.D.: It'll be worth the wait.
Todd: Well thank you for this interview, Johnny. You were the LAST person I expected to see around here. I know how it is for you people around here.
J.D.: What do you mean "you people"?
*Shelton Benjamin walks by*
Shelton: What do YOU mean "you people"?!
J.D.: HUH?!
*Todd runs away*
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Post by Tea & Crumpets on Dec 16, 2008 11:28:23 GMT -5
*cut into the Highland Diamonds lockerroom with Sum Guy*
Sum Guy: Hi, I’m Sum Guy and I…think…I’ll just go…now….
Angus: Yeah, ye better.
*Angus walks into shot and Sum Guy backs up but doesn’t leave. Both Diamonds sit down in the lockerroom and Sum Guy holds the microphone for them.*
Angus: Now lately…there’s been a lot of rumours flyin’ around. A lot of talk that this might be the end of the road. EWT’s last PPV. Well all ye sad little fatties with tha internet can stop with the rumours now, cause whether they’re true or not we don’t care. Season’s Beatin’s is what we care aboot. An those tag team belts are what we care aboot.
Warrior: Nyrds! We wanted a 1 on 1 team rematch…which I gues makes it a 2 on 2 rematch so anyway! We wanted our proper title rematch. Instead, someone decides the more the merrier and makes it a fancypants 3-Way Christmas Hogmanay Dance! But you know what, fine. We’ll dance with the 2 of you, and Bug Murderer and his fecal-obsessed friend. We’ll dance and dance and dance, and then dance the night away as the new, and 2 time, EWT World Tag Team Champions! Question is, can you dance? Can you keep up? Cause this is no waltz, no 2 step, this is a ballroom blitz with 6 guys and 1 weedy bloke in a stripey shirt acting as the disc jockey, and when there’s that many men clubbing it at once, someone might just get knocked over. In the moshpit that is that squared circle, 1 team at the end of it will be accidentally knocked over and jumped up and down on like so many people at so many Slipknot concerts, and it won’t be us. Joel, Mike, Andy, Paul, you’re the ones who’ll be dancing the hemp fandango, while me and Angus cabbage-patch into the sunset with those belts once again!
Angus: Andy Duke, your credentials are well known. Former tag champion yourself. Heck of a wrestler. Thing is lately you’ve been lost in ye head, an’ that’s caused ye ta lose a lot in the ring as well. Ye got that nasty shock at No Rest For the Wicked, whacked ye right out. I’ll see if my knuckles can knock the circuits back in place. Paul Podanski, if I’m honest I dennae know who ye are apart from ye used ta be called Poo. Just don’t revert ta that namesake an pull a Sycho Sid when we wrestle ye, or I may just throw ye outta tha aircraft carrier in disgust. Nyrds, ye beat us once. So did Rated X, an’ where are they now? 1 win means nothin’, boys. Season’s Beatin’s, Triple Threat, ye won’t win again.
Warrior: We’re taking those belts back, boys! When we win I’m going to do a parachute jump with some of the soldier wearing nothing but my regained title!! And whatever the future holds for us, or EWT, rest assured: The Diamonds are still gonna shine as bright as ever. You can’t keep a good man down. Thing is, we aren’t good men. We’re bad men, if you want. At least, that’s what some kid in the crowd called me the other week, and I was so hurt. We’re bad men. And while you can’t keep a good man down, you can’t even get a bad man down. See you in the Afghan air! We’ll enjoy those championships boys, great present. Merry Christmas!
Angus: Scotland forever!
*Angus throws his kilt over the camera*
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Post by hardcorehensley on Dec 20, 2008 0:40:25 GMT -5
"Hit Em High, Hit Em Low" signals Hardcore Hensley. He steps out onto the stage in his street clothes, brandishing a microphone in his strong hand.
Hensley: Cut it, cut.
He waves off his theme music, continuing his march to the ring with his head hung.
Hensley: I guess I gotta say goodbye now, seeing as how Season's Beatings shall mark the demise of EWT, and I can't seemingly do a damn thing about it. I don't really know what to say. I mean, I know what I want to say, but I think it's too late for that. Maybe someday I'll let you all know how I've truly felt these past few months, but not today. On this day, I bid an extremely fond farewell to my home for the last seventeen months, EWT. I debuted, cut promos, wrestled Post-Per-View matches, and even became a champion. I did it all, sure. I know I stated that I was gonna be the EWT Heavyweight Champion, but, for obvious reasons, you're gonna have to forgive me for that as I'll likely not get the chance. Still, like I said, that's for another day. I wish I could do something, I wish I had some kinda pull, but I don't. EWT's struggling, and I can do is come out here, and do me. As much as I wish Hardcore Hensley could save EWT single-handedly, Hardcore Hensley cannot. Maybe, with a change in circumstances, maybe...
He pulls off his knit cap, wiping his face.
Hensley: I'm sorry I can't give you some kind of a performance before I leave here. This is all I got. Sunday though, out on the Gulf, you can bet your ass I'll leave it all. Mr. Bad, he's a formidable opponent, an EWT vet. I'm happy to share my last match with him...
He sighs, wiping his face again.
Hensley: We'll give all of you a helluva show. That's a promise. I don't know what else I can say, so I'm gonna go now. I'd always imagine my departure, but I never expected this. This sucks. Ha ha, I have to go, thank you all for everything-
He drops his mic, and rolls out of the ring. "Hit Em High, Hit Em Low" replays. He pauses on top of the stage, his head hanging low. He starts to turn around, but stops. He stares blankly at the steel floor, mouthing 'goodbye' before walking through the curtains, disappearing behind them...
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