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Post by Trik Turner on Apr 7, 2008 22:39:09 GMT -5
*Trik Turner is in the back, throwing things around the locker room in anger. He is yelling as he does this.*
YOU DO NOT DISRESPECT ME!!!
YOU DO NOT DISRESPECT ME!!!
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Post by xombiehiphop on Apr 7, 2008 23:29:39 GMT -5
Chapter 2: Proposition
The Heavyweight Champion Chance Confidence stares down at his palms, a few beads of sweat running along his face. He stills looks rather disheveled, uncharacteristic of a man such as himself. But the situation he's found himself in has warranted such a change in appearance. He presses his back against a brick wall, giving a disgusted scowl to a nearby dumpster while a dark sky hangs over head..
Chance: "I am the champion..I am an idol..reassure me of this! Tell me I have nothing to worry about! Tell me I am above all this!"
A voice speaks out but just who it's attached to is unseen for the time being..
"..Life is a perception of your own reality.."
Chance seems to slowly nod in acknowledgement, although he doesn't quite grasp the concept
Chance "The same deal applies for you, my good man. ..Keep this belt around my waist..and you too shall receive a title shot against myself, your awe inspiring commander. You can handle this gaggle of plebeian buffoons, can't you?"
"..I am drolly unsurprised by your current vicissitudes..but rest assured..your treasure will remain within your grasp.."
A strong wind blows by and Chance wraps his arms firmly around himself, his breath becoming visible
Chance: "Tremendous. I'm sure the..rogue's gallery that has been assembled to trample me will fit into your modus operandi quite well.."
"..They want to believe that they are just but belief is a graveyard. ..I will drastically alter the course of what can loosely be called their lives..bloodshed is unavoidable.."
The headlights of a sleek limo appear at the end of the alley, Chance casts an arm in front of his eyes to shield from the brightness
Chance: "My plane will be arriving soon. When you see me next, I will be an unrecognizable force! My greatness will blind all those unworthy! My supposed darkest moment shall become my most glorious triumph!"
Chance departs to enter his limo while the figure he was speaking with reveals himself. Ghost Face steps out of the darkened alley, casting his vision in the direction the limo has headed..
Ghost Face: "..Condemned to death, prepare to drink a cup of hemlock, surrounded by woebegone friends. Not all martyrs see divinity.."
What could almost be described as a grin appears on the last remaining member of The Draugr's face before our scene fades to black..
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Post by default on Apr 8, 2008 1:52:43 GMT -5
*Sammy Stardust sits in a chair in a remote area backstage, doing bicep curls with a 50 pound dumbbell in his left han. He lowers the weight and begins to speak.*
Stardust: I apologize for the token training opening, but the truth is I am training. The Royal Pain in the Ass Rumble is less than three weeks away. I'm going to have my work cut out for me, no doubt about it. With twenty-six announced entries so far, there's not much room for fooling around. I'm going to need to be in great shape, I'm going to need to brush up on my skills and I'm also going to need... the Luck of the Draw.
Now, Lady Luck and I haven't always seen eye to eye. She's left me in some bad spots, but then again on the flip side of the coin, she's led me to some good times as well. I might have cursed her out in the heat of the moment, but when the smoke clears... I realize I've been blessed by her on countless occassions. I don't have it in me to hold a grudge against the broad. Especially one who does so much and receives so little in return. She spreads herself so thin trying to give everyone a break or two and for what?
It seems it's getting to the point that few and far between want to give her the recognition she deserves, especially in a business such as this. You see, a lot of these athletes say they don't believe in luck. Everything they get, they want the full credit. They don't want to admit or be told they got lucky. That's viewed by most as a weakness. It's a fact of life, though. Sure, luck will only get you so far, but if you train and prepare... how can having it be a bad thing?
I live in Las Vegas, the home of gambling and a favorite spot of Lady Luck. I've read and heard countless stories of those in debt hitting big... and I think they'll all agree that Lady Luck played her part. After all, despite claims and beliefs on the contrary... nobody's perfect.
Now if you don't mind, I have some more training to do. However, come the Royal Pain in the Ass Rumble, when that ring is filled with countless stars... if the stars do align for "The One Armed Bandit"... you better believe I won't be afraid to count my lucky stars.
*Sammy Stardust flashes a smile before picking up the dumbbell and continuing to pump iron*
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Post by Tea & Crumpets on Apr 8, 2008 6:59:19 GMT -5
*We fade to the back, where Sum Guy is standing by a little nervously with the Highland Diamonds.* Sum Guy: I’m Sum Guy, and I have the complete DVD collection of Friends! I’m here with- Angus: Drop it. Just please, drop it. Nobody can be bothered with yah tryin ta make wih tha funnies, introducin’ wrestlers wi’ little Mattitude facts aboot yaself. This isn’t aboot you, this is aboot me, an tha Warrior, an Rated X, an tha tag Team Championships. Warrior: You see, you might think we’re after revenge for Rated X, after that pair of emo indy punks beat us and as good as tried to break my neck. Who the hell do you think you are Rated X?! My healthcare bills are bigger than your life savings!! But truth is, we aren’t after Rated X‘s blood, or at least not yet. Angus: Yah see, I learned a long time ago that revenge, while sweet, is best served cold. Right now, tha issue between us an Rated X is hot. It’s a boilin, simmerin’ fire ready ta explode. They’re happy ‘cause they’re got their win back over us, but it’s more than that. They ended our EWT winnin streak. They ruined our perfect record, an when we’re so much better, so much higher up tha ladder than they are, that don’t sit well in Tha Highland Diamonds camp. Besides, tha only reason that they got tha win ,as cause I was too tired from my teammate’s “practical joke” to give it 100%. When we’re fresh an’ ready, we’re unstoppable, an Rated X will eventually learn that lesson. But like ah said, revenge is best served cold. We’ll let the issue cool before getting our revenge, on our terms, in our own time. Warrior: After all, there’s so many issues in EWT that mean far more in the grand scheme of things than Chump Michaels an Mike Cockerel do. The EWT Tag Team Titles are by far our main priority, rather than 2 hasbeens. TJT are defending the belts against all these dregs of the wrestling world, but when will it be our turn, hmm?!!! When will Thunder and Jupiter grow some balls and put the belts on the line against 2 worthwhile challengers? If our 1 stain on an otherwise perfect record bars us from contention, then why do The Guardinals, and Davies and Gold, and all these other bland nobodies get title matches? Angus: Rated X, though we want revenge, can wait. TJT, if ye keep on ignorin’ us, we’ll just take matters into our own hands, an ye’ don’t want that. We know you’re scared of the competition boys, but fear is a natural emotion. Fear of us, anyway. Face yah fears, and put the titles on tha line. Toomi, if you’re listenin, book the match now. This company is growin’ stagnant an weak right now. Ya need fresh blood, an new top dogs, cause tha old ones are ready ta be taken round tha back and put outta their misery. *Angus throws his kilt over the camera lens .We cut to a hype package for the Royal Pain in the Ass Rumble.
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Post by williamo on Apr 8, 2008 15:36:24 GMT -5
We return to ringside and find Maelstrom is already in the ring his music still playing. He has a microphone in hand and seems to a ringside technician by the scruff of the neck.
MAELSTROM: What do you mean they cut out my entrance? You dim witted piece of plankton I stayed true to this company and this is the thanks I get?
The tech guy mumbles something
MAELSTROM: These people may have seen it but those folks at home who watch our fine program missed it! Now you listen good, you go back there and tell those tech guys that if it happens again I'll beat down their little lorry of electronics and each and every one of them with my bare hands. You got that? Good!
Maelstrom drops the techie who scrambles to safety.
MAELSTROM: A-hem ... before my match with Liam O'Neill I'd just like to make it clear that come the Royal Pain in the Ass Rumble I will be entering that ring and hurling all the others over the top rope and thus starting my second reign as EWT World Heavyweight champion!
The crowd cheers, but is quickly stopped by the sound of "Living in America" by James Brown. Out form the back walks Liam O'Neill he looks on edge as if someone spiked his coffee with sherbert. He heads to the ring and rolls inside. Maelstrom waits on the other side watching his smaller opponent.
JOEY STYLES: Hello everyone, I'm Joey Styles and alongside me tonight is a wrestler who has one many a title and a bit like Liam has madness associated with him ... Macho Man Randy Savage!
RANDY SAVAGE: OH YEAH Joey! The Macho Man is here and ready to call the action between these two entertaining individuals!
JOEY: Well let's see what happens as we go to ringside.
The Bell Rings
*Maelstrom readies himself and approaches the unhinged Liam who keeps darting back and forth as if unsure whether to attack or defend. They eventually tie up and Liam swings around the back and gives Maelstrom a thump before backing off and missing the Maelstrom retaliation. Maelstrom the veteran does not angrily chase this but merely waits for Liam's next move.*
JOEY: It's early still but this seems to be a slow start, mind you as neither men have faced each other before it may be just testing the water.
SAVAGE: Up and down, up and down that's how the madness works in this match Joey.
*Liam and Maelstrom tie up again and this time Maelstrom latches onto Liam's arm and twists it round, Liam tries to fight it but Maelstrom just gives it another twist. Liam using his agilty flips over and out of the arm twist but ends up on his back as Maelstrom clobbers him with a short arm clothesline. Maelstrom covers.*
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*Liam kicks out and rolls away. Maelstrom stays on Liam though and lifts him up before slapping him acorss the chest with impact. Liam smarts from the sharp pain as Maelstrom whips him into one of the corners. Maelstrom charges after him but Liam shifts to one side and lets Maelstrom eat the corner pad. Liam then strikes out with some kicks to the back of Maelstrom's leg, but Maelstrom shrugs off this and taking Liam by the head hurls him back into the corner where he proceeds to repeatedly hammer Liam in the chest with some hard shoulder thrusts. Liam clutches his gut as Maelstrom whips him across to the other corner. Maelstrom runs after him and looks for a big clothesline but finds no one there as Liam once agian avoids this and then scissor sweeps the big guy and latches on a leg lock. Maelstrom eventually kicks Liam away but the lock has doen some damage, as Maelstrom has a partial limp.*
The camera pans across to the entrance ramp where Team Ireland manger Coach O'Hare has appeared and heads to the ring.
JOEY: What the hell is he doing here?
SAVAGE: Things're gonna get interstin' Joey, like dimensions shifting, Oh Yeah!
*Back in the ring and Liam has got the advantage with a neckbreaker and is now working over Maelstrom's leg with some kicks and a half boston crab. Maelstrom is in a tough spot but the crowd is firmly on his side. Meanwhile Coach O'Hare walks by infront of Liam and heads to the commentary table. Back in the ring and the sight of his former manager has momentarily distracted Liam who gets thrown off his half crab by Maelstrom. Liam goes back to his foe looking for the leg and some sort of sharpshooter type move possibly the Irish Shamrock Leaf. Instead he gets a kick to the face sending him crashing into a badly placed referee who goes down. Maelstrom gets to his feet and despite the working of the leg manages to catch Liam by the throat and nail him with a chokeslam. The leg moves have affected Maelstrom though who staggers back into the corner to support himself.*
JOEY: Well it looks like Coach O'Hare is joining us ... welcome and .... my mistake he is merely sitting with us and will not be discussing his problems with Mahavir Abha or the secret of Liam O'Neil.
SAVAGE: You better stick to the task at hand Joey, it looks like Maelstrom might have this one wrapped up, Yeah! Like a gift at Christmas, Yeah!!
*Indeed, in the ring Maelstrom has been watching Liam get back up from the chokeslam and boots him in the gut and sets him up for the whirlpool powerbomb.*
JOEY: What is this?!
*Out from the crowd comes Shane Malone 'The Celtic Giant' who slides in and attempts to clothesline Maelstrom only for Maelstrom to ditch his powerbomb attempt and using Shane Malone's own momentum fling him over the top rope to the floor!*
JOEY: OH MY GOD!! Maelstrom just hurled Malone over that top rope like he was nothing!!
SAVAGE: Rumble training! Digg It!!
*Malone may be holding his back on the floor but Maelstrom hasn't spotted other Team Ireland member Sean McCann who grabs Maelstrom by the head and stuns him on the ring ropes. Liam is now back up and points at Maelstrom claps his hands and then using the ropes hits the Leg Drop of Doomtm in a Hulk Hogan style!! He covers ...*
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*Maelstrom kicks out. Liam is shocked, he is even more shocked to see Randy Savage at ring side! Liam suddenly leaves the ring and points at Savage ala Hogan.*
JOEY: I think everyone knows the history Hogan and Savage have had, just a pity that Liam thinks he is Hogan.
*Savage and Liam start shouting at each other with 'Brothers' and 'Oh Yeahs' being shouted frequently! O'Hare tries to get invovled and but is stopped as the body of Sean McCann collides into him and his chair. Savage who has the best view of the ring backs off from Liam who starts dropping a Hogan pose of victory only to be turned around by a rather angry Maelstrom who knees him in the chest and lifts him up, spins him around and hits a standing Whirlpool into the commentary table!!!*
JOEY: Oh MY GOD!!!
The bell rings
Maelstrom shakes his head at the chaos and walks off backstage his music playing.
Toni "T.G." Garcya: The result of this match is a no contest.
*O'Hare, Shane & Sean remain at ringside. O'Hare hands Sean the Hurley. O'Hare holds Liam's arms behind his back & Sean cracks Liam's head with the Hurley. Malone, meanwhile, is setting up a table outside the ring. O'Hare rolls Liam into the ring & demands a mic from "T.G.".*
O'Hare: I told ya we weren't finished yet!
*Sean slides into the ring carrying a steel chair.*
O'Hare: Y'see, while that eejit *points to Sean* might have failed in his bid to get the Tri-State Title a while ago, that's kind of okay with me as that's not where Team Ireland's focus lies right now.
*Sean climbs to the top rope as Malone places the chair across the chest of Liam.*
O'Hare: There's still the matter of this wee tape of yours, Liam.
*Sean flies off the top rope with a "Dublin Stomp" right on to the chair on Liam's chest. As Liam lies on the mat he appears to be nearly spitting up blood. Shane Malone roughly grabs Liam & holds him right up to O'Hare. The Coach gives Liam a harsh slap across the face.*
O'Hare: And, so where ever you are Malanana... I offer you a challenge. At the next Post Per View after the Royal Pain in the Ass Rumble, you put that secret tape on the line against two of my fellas in a LADDER MATCH! That tape hangs over the ring in a briefcase, first team to get it wins possession of it. Then we will be done with you & Liam will be back where he belongs with Team Ireland. You sure as hell need to be ready for a fight, 'cause... YOU WILL NEVER BEAT THE IRISH!
*At this, Malone hefts Liam up & viciously Powerbombs him through the table on the outside. Dropkick Murphys' "I'm Shipping Up To Boston" blares over the speakers as the audience boo their heads off! Tiffany comes running down the ramp, nearly stumbling as she does so. As quickly as she can she makes her way over to Liam. Team Ireland stand proudly in the ring; O'Hare climbs a rope & waves the Tricolour & the audience dole out more boos.*
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Post by Ass Dan on Apr 8, 2008 18:37:45 GMT -5
'Testify' starts to play, signaling the entrance of one of the most hated men in EWT history.
Announcer: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, representing Minipax, from Airstrip One, weighing in at 234 lbs., Joe One!
One walks to the ring with an unusual air of confidence with him. He slides into the ring and makes a 'V' with his arms.
'Killamangiro' then begins as the Rebellious one walks out to fewer boos, but still with a negative reaction.
Announcer: And his opponent, from Cambridge, England, weighing in at 224 lbs., "Rebellious" Darren Matthews!
Matthews surly walks to the ring, ripping off his black shirt before getting in the ring. As he looks at One, Matthews puts his fists up. One shows no reaction. The referee calls for the bell.
*ding ding ding*
Matthews goes out of the gate by running at One with a series of blows to the head. One pushes him back and lands a quick DDT! One tries to stomp on Matthews, but he rolls out of the way. Matthews gets up and looks for a lariat, but One cradles him! Cover!
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Kickout by Matthews. Matthews lands a few kicks to One before landing a bulldog. He picks One up and hits a powerbomb on him. Matthews drops an elbow on One before covering him.
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Kickout by One. One punches Matthews, giving him some room to get up. With momentum, One picks him up and delivers a Pumphandle Michinoku Driver II. He locks in an STF. Matthews, though, rolls out of it and performs an armdrag to One. As One gets up, he eats a Roundhouse Kick from Matthews! Cover by Matthews.
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Kickout by One. One kicks Matthews in the head to once again escape. With Matthews reeling, One gives him a Poison Rana. Trying to pin him, though, results in another cradle by Darren!
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Kickout by One. Joe looks shocked, as he hasn’t been doing too well in the match. Matthews tries to pick up One for a Breaking Boundaries, but One counters into a Phoenix Splash! He stomps on Darren, trying to get a shift in momentum. One goes for the cover, but Matthews is too close to the ropes. One looks to be going into overdrive, as he just can’t catch a break. One pulls Matthews out and puts Matthews in a Camel Clutch. This time, Matthews looks to stand less of a resistance, and he gets trapped in it. Suddenly, he punches One square in the jaw, and One goes out! The ref calls for the bell!
*ding ding ding*
As it turns out, Darren had lived up to his ‘Rebellious’ moniker and hit One with a pair of brass knuckles. While the referee tries to separate Matthews and One, Darren still attacks One.
Suddenly, a man runs through to crowd. He is dressed entirely in black, save for a white mask. He rushes at Matthews and starts to whallop him. One rises, a smile on his face, as the mysterious man hits a spinning Fisherman’s Suplex to the now expounded Matthews. One slowly claps his hands. He asks for a microphone, and gets one.
One: Fellow Party members, this is what happens when one disturbs the actions of Minipax. As you may know, Mr. Clay, Mr. Williams, and myself have all officially joined the Royal Pain in the Ass Rumble, but there is another man. Another man, whom is yet to be announced, will be in the Rumble. He is the man you see next to me.
The man in black takes a bow as the audience boos.
One: He is the newest member of Minipax, as we continue our struggle against our foes. You in the audience may know who this man is. He is somewhat of a familiar face to all of you. I imagine the newest member would like to say something.
One hands the mic to the masked man. He looks around, and then says…
Man: Prepare……..to be……INFECTED!!![/i]
He rips off his mask to reveal the returning Virus, to the shock of the crowd. One claps as Virus makes the ‘V’ with his arms.
BUT VIRUS BEGINS TO ATTACK JOE ONE! THE AUDIENCE GOES CRAZY! One retreats up the ramp, shocked! Virus gets back on the microphone.
Virus: I told to you to be prepared, didn’t I?
Virus poses as ‘Purify’ plays. One shouts at Virus as he walks back up the ramp.
*COMMERCIAL BREAK*
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Post by Toom E. Guci on Apr 9, 2008 1:19:02 GMT -5
EWT Rewind presents: Crap-a-mania 2...Double D Dudley aka D-Boy versus psychoapeguy. *************************************************** Suddenly "Down With The Sickness" by Disturbed blares from the speakers. A single spotlight hits the curtain and out walks... D-BOY! The crowd erupts and starts chanting for D-Boy as he walks solemnly to the ring. He asks for a mic and waits for the cheers to die down. * D-Boy: "It's been a long time since I was last here. The truth is I'm retired *fans boo*... but two things have made me come back. *Fans cheer* The most important reason is a young man named Christopher Bauman Jr., better know to the world as Chri$ Ca$h... *a silence falls over the crowd. Then slowly a 'Chri$ F'N Ca$h' chant starts up and last for several minutes* Chri$ Ca$h was a young man who went into the ring and gave it his all. He might not have main evented too many cards. He might not have won too many belts. But he had a helluva lotta heart and he always went out there and gave of that heart. I saw Ca$h come up from being a fresh faced kid, straight outta wrestling school, to a dedicated performer, who lead a team of his peers into the main event of CZW's Cage Of Death 6. Chri$ Ca$h feared nothing, or, if he did, he faced those fears and stared them down and gave above and beyond to entertain the fans and create his art in the ring. *Another 'Chri$ F'N Ca$h' chant start up* D-Boy: "Now, I could stand here and talk about Chri$ Ca$h all day, but I'm sure he would agree that actions speak louder than words. And I seem to owe you people a retirement match. So I wanna have a tribute match to Ca$h and I think it should be the kinda match he was most famous for: A CZW Rules Ladder Match! I need an opponent for this and I can't think of anyone better... *The crowd starts a 'HitmanMark' chant*... than the greatest feud I never had. *The crowd murmurs in puzzlement* Psychoapeguy!" *The crowd erupts, as Ape's music hits and he makes his way to the ring. The two look at each other, inaudible words are exchanged and they shake hands. The ring crew is setting up ladders around the ring and bringing in tables and various other weapons. The bell rings and they are off. Ape immediately goes for a single leg take down, but D-Boy sidesteps him. Quick as a cat, Ape is up again and goes for another leg dive. Again, D-Boy sidesteps him and drops an elbow to the lower back of Ape. Both men get up and stare at each other, as the circle the ring. D-Boy offers another handshake, but Ape answers with a middle finger. The fans boo, and Ape gives them the same answer. Ape turns around to face D-Boy again, and D-Boy gives Ape a middle finger of his own. The fans pop. The irate Ape answers D-Boy's insolence with a stiff forearm to the face, but D-Boy stands his ground and delivers a stiff forearm of his. They exchange stiff forearms, until Ape ducks and runs the ropes, catching D-Boy from behind with a spear to the lower back. As D-Boy lies on his hands and knees clutching at his back, Ape slides out and gets a chair, slides back in and legdrop the chair across the back of D-Boy's head. D-Boy is laid out in a heap on the mat, as Ape slides out again and gets a ladder. Ape is back in with the ladder, which he leans against the turnbuckle. Ape picks up D-Boy and Irish whips him into the opposite corner. Ape charges in with a shoulder block, follows up with a monkey flip and hits another shoulder block to the abdomen. He grabs D-Boy and Irish whips him, sending him flipping into the ladder! The fans "oohhhh" as D-Boy slides down the ladder and land in a heap on the mat. Ape does the Double Thumbs, while laughing. D-Boy starts to get up, using the ladder for support. Ape, angry that his posing was interrupted, charges D-Boy, but D-Boy catches him in an overhead belly to belly suplex, sending Ape back first on to the ladder with a loud ThWACK! Both men are down and hurting. Ape is the first to his feet, holding his back, but quickly to see D-Boy. He charges D-Boy again, but D-Boy has the chair which he throws unceremoniously into Ape's face. Ape goes down to the mat. The fans cheer, as D-Boy get a demented look on his face. He lays the chair over Ape's face and climbs the turnbuckle. He waits a second as the crowd cheer and then does a double foot stomp off the top onto the chair on Ape's face! Ape convulses, and rolling to his side, it becomes apparent that he has been busted open. D-Boy slides out and grabs a table, which he slides into the ring. Then he grabs another ladder, which he also slides into the ring. D-Boy set up the table and the ladder in front of the table. He grabs Ape and puts him on the table. Then he starts climbing the ladder. When he gets to the top, he does the D-Boy salute, but Ape is up and pushes the ladder. It teeters and falls backwards, sending D-Boy off the top. He falls, missing a table on the outside and hitting the concrete with a sickening thud. A "Holy S***" chat breaks out in the arena. D-Boy lays motionless on the arena floor, as EMTs check on him. Ape staggers around the ring as blood splashes down his face. The referee is caught by the camera doing the X sign and as referees hold back Ape, a stretcher is brought in to the arena. The lift D-Boy onto the stretcher and start wheeling him out. As the pass the ring and get to the aisle, Ape comes flying off the ladder in the ring onto the stretcher and D-Boy. The crowd pop huge. An "Ape" chant breaks out. EMTs check on both men. Ape is up, looking like an insane hobo, blood covering his face and upper part of his torso. He beats down security and grabs D-Boy, sliding him back in the ring. Then Ape starts looking under the ring. He emerges... with two light tubes! But as Ape smiles dementedly, D-Boy hits a baseball slide to the outside, shattering the light tubes into Ape's face and torso. The crowd pops again. D-Boy is on fire as he grabs a chair and hits 3 stiff shots on Ape. Then it's D-boy's time to go under the ring. He comes out with a sack. He throws the sack in the ring and then grabs Ape and rolls him into the ring. Ape lies in the middle of the ring and D-Boy sticks his hand in the sack and dumps a little of the content on Ape. The crowd pops as the realize it's thumbtacks. D-Boy empties the entire sack on Ape, covering Ape in hundreds of thumbtacks. D-Boy then starts climbing the ladder. He gets to the top, remembers his past mistake and dives off with a big splash onto the tack covered Ape. The crowd chant "D-Boy" as the ref goes for the first pinfall of the match. But Ape kicks out. But men are gasping for air, and slowly get to their feet. Ape is the first up and kicks D-Boy in the side of his head. Two more kicks and Ape bounces off the ropes, for a low dropkick to D-Boy's head. Ape gets the chair and goes to deliver a shot to D-Boy's back, when D-Boy hit a fist to Ape's abdomen. Ape is still on his feet, holding the chair, so D-Boy does a dive and clips Ape's knee, sending him down to one knee. Quick as a cat D-Boy is back up and bounces off the rope, delivering his trademark Shining Wizard to the chair into Ape's face to a huge pop from the crowd. Both men are down as the fans cheer. D-Boy gets to his feet slowly. He takes the ladder and dumps it over Ape's back. Then he slides to the outside and starts looking under the apron. He emerges empty handed, when Ape dumps the ladder out of the ring onto D-Boy. D-Boy collapse on the floor with the ladder on top of him. Ape runs the ropes and dives out of the ring, hitting a Topé Con Heelo onto the ladder and D-Boy. The crowd breaks out in another "Ape" chant. Ape is back up and slides two ladders into the ring. He leans one against the middle of the ropes on one side and puts the other in a corner. D-Boy is back in the ring and charges Ape with a forearm. Ape is staggered, but comes back with a forearm of his own. D-Boy absorbs it and returns the favor. Ape takes it and answers right back. D-boy goes down to one knee. Ape grabs a chair and is about to hit D-Boy over the head, but stops and throws the chair away. He picks up D-Boy and motions toward the ladder in the corner. He sends D-Boy toward it, but D-Boy reverses, sending Ape face first into the ladder, which then falls onto him. D-Boy quickly climbs the turnbuckle and double stomps the ladder onto Ape. Both men are down and gasping for air. D-Boy rolls out of the ring and start pulling out a table. But Ape is up and goes for a springboard. But as he is on the ropes, D-Boy sends a chair into his face, sending Ape backwards across the ring, landing hard on the ladder set up on the opposite side of the ring against the ropes. The fans explode. D-Boy sets the table up on the outside and pulls out a log cabin of light tubes out from under the apron, which he places on the table. He goes into the ring and sets the ladder up. He grabs Ape and starts pulling him up the ladder. Ape is out on his feet and climbs slowly to the top. As both men are at the top, Ape suddenly come alive, hooking D-Boy and delivering a Joker Driver off the ladder into the ring. Ape manages to drape his arm across D-Boy and the ref starts the count. 1... 2... 3! NO! D-Boy kicked out at the last second. Both men lay motionless in the ring. Ape gets up first. He starts pulling D-Boy up, and D-Boy is suddenly fired up and delivers a forearm. Ape staggers back toward the ropes and then comes flying back with a forearm of his own. D-Boy staggers back, then answers with a forearm that send Ape to his knees. D-Boy quickly answers with a Shining Wizard. Both men are down again as the crowd is on the edge of their seat. They get to their feet again and Ape starts climbing the ladder. D-Boy is right up after him and they start exchanging punches on the top. D-Boy ducks a punch and grabs Ape, delivering the Cash Flow off the ladder to the table and light tube log cabin on the outside!! The crowd explodes as the ref counts to 3 and declares D-Boy the winner. EMTs check on both men, but the get up and back into the ring slowly as "Holy S***" echoes throughout the arena. D-Boy calls for a mic and says "Ape, you took me to my limit and I want to thank you for allowing me to go out on top." Ape sticks out his hand and they shake, and then embrace. The fans applaud the emotional moment. Ape takes D-Boy's hand and hold it in the air, pointing to D-Boy. The fans chant "D-Boy" and D-Boy takes Ape's hand, holds it in the air and points to Ape, making the crowd chant "Ape". DSR enters the ring and embraces his father, then shakes Ape's hand. Outta nowhere, DSR hits an emo-kick to D-Boy! Ape looks puzzled as DSR scream at the laid out D-Boy and security flood the ring, pulling DSR out of the ring as EMTs check on D-Boy. After a while, D-Boy makes it to his feet to the cheers of the crowd. He walks down the aisle to a chant of "please don't go" and turn back and mouth the words "thank you" before disappearing behind the curtain.* **************************************************** Rest In Peace Dan Denholt 1977-2008
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Post by SsnakeBite, the No1 Frenchman on Apr 9, 2008 16:08:46 GMT -5
*The camera cuts to a backstage segment. Mysth can be seen in his backstage attire, hastily walking in a corridor, looking pissed off.*
Mysth: O’Hare! … O’HARE!!
*He eventually reaches a locker room and, before the door opens wide due to a mighty kick by Mysth, the camera manages to catch what the plaque on the door reads: Team Ireland. Coach O’Hare is the only one who can be seen inside the room.*
O’Hare: What the hell is wrong with you again?? What was the door breaking for??
Mysth: What the f*** was that during my match against Aidan?? Why on Earth did Matthews get involved in it?
O’Hare: I have honestly no idea. Beside, I don’t like it either. Team Ireland doesn’t need anyone’s help and this interference only prevented Aidan from defeating you clean and showing who’s the superior athlete.
Mysth: Yeah, clean as in “making sure the referee doesn’t see Aidan uses the ropes to add extra pressure on his hold.” Anyway, you don’t REALLY expect me to believe you had nothing to do with that interference, right? I’ve learned the hard way what you Team Ireland guys could be up to. And especially YOU, O’Hare. You have no scruple to use the lowest ways to get a victory.
O’Hare: Look, Mysth. We hate you and you hate us, BUT believe it or not, we’re not demons and we don’t look for troubles for no reason. We’re done with you! We’re over your rivalry with Liam. Not to mention that you actually kind of did us a favour by getting rid of this waste of time. We want to forget you and you’d better forget us! For now, we don’t want to do any twisted trick to you, we just want to avoid you and we hope you’d avoid us as well. And I’ll say something I usually never say: you have my word.
Mysth: … … well… maybe I did overreact. But experience tells me that you’re not to be trusted. So I’ll still be watching you…
O’Hare: Whatever. Now get out of this room. Oh and I expect you to pay for a new door fast.
*Mysth leaves the room, still pissed, his fists closed tight, slamming the door –or at least what’s left of it- behind him. He restarts walking in the corridor, but now seems to be in deep thought.*
Mysth: I’ve got to admit that nothing proves Team Ireland asked for Matthews’ interference… but I don’t see any other reason why he would do tha… CRASH!!
*Mysth falls down as the camera spins a bit to show Derren Matthews with a chair! He attacked Mysth in the back once again! He picks up the Frenchman and sends him crashing into the wall! Mysth is down and unconscious, as Matthews puts a boot over his chest.*
Matthews: No no, Mysth… Team Ireland doesn’t anything to do with this… but don’t worry, you’ll know soon enough why I’m after you.
*Matthews walks away with a smirk, as we fade to commercial.*
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Post by hardcorehensley on Apr 10, 2008 21:38:34 GMT -5
youtube.com/watch?v=NSvStbfSSLI"Hit Em High, Hit Em Low" starts up as EWT's OX Division champion bursts through the curtains.Jim Ross: Well look who it is. Joey Styles: Show some respect, JR. The champ is here! JR: Oh please. Hardcore Hensley struts down the entrance ramp, brandishing his patented devilish grin. He laughs at a few fans' attempts to touch him then climbs onto the ring apron. He quickly goes up top of the nearest turnbuckle, and glances around the EWT Arena. He shakes his head at the crowd before dropping down into the ring. A referee that has been following him the entire way, retrieves a microphone from the timekeeper's table. He hands it over to the champ.Hensley: Well, well the champ is HERE! He sticks the mic up in the air, but to a chorus of jeers, much to his dismay.Hensley: Very funny. Now then, last week I accomplished two major goals. The first... He raises the belt above his head.Hensley: I captured this beauty right here. He brings the belt back down then hands it over to the ref.Hensley: The second goal I met, would be this... He turns everybody's attention to the ToomiTron where a video begins to play. It shows highlights from his encounter with Bullz-I from the previous week. It's very brief as all the moments from when Bullz-I was in control are absent. He freezes at a shot a of Callie Shaw kneeling down over her man as he lays in the wreckage of wood and thumbtacks.Hensley: Yeah, that's right. I said that I was gonna be a true fighting champ. I said that whenever you saw me out here in this ring, I was gonna be ready to go. Well, Bullz-I thought I was bulls***ing. He believed that he was actually gonna come out, and show me up. Needless to say, HE WAS WRONG! I straight killed this dude. I whipped his ass like I was taking candy from a baby. He had absolutely no idea just what he was getting himself into. I told you all that I am the best EWT has to offer, and Hardcore Hensley is no lie. With that said, I have actually brought an official referee out with me tonight. Whoever feels up to the challenge of trying to take this title away from me, be my guest... He tosses the mic aside, and rips off his hooded sweatshirt. He bends down, waving his arms, shouting for somebody to "man up".www.youtube.com/watch?v=KvPI3aaaXLQSuddenly, the lights go out in the arena. "China White" begins playing & the ToomiTron goes black as white letters followed by black & white images flash across it.Hardcore Hensley...
You believe you have proven yourself in EWT...
Juri Sadamoto & Bullz-I are formidable opponents...
But you cannot stop the largest man in EWT...
The man who has felled Mr. Big...
A man who has downed The Undertaker...
You cannot stop...
GIGANTOR MAXIMUS!!!The lights in the arena focus at the top of the entrance ramp. Dry Ice is pumped out & a silhouette is seen against the smoke. Gigantor Maximus emerges from the fog. He has a chain wrapped around his neck, he holds one end of the chain in each hand. He stomps down the ramp, shaking his arms & rattling his chain as much as he can. Gigantor stomps on down the ramp; roaring as he goes. It's all Hensley can do to maintain his composure in the face of such ridiculous antics.Styles: He must be joking. JR: I don't think so. Styles: Is he just plain dumb? JR: Maybe so, but you've gotta admit that's he gotta lot of heart. Styles: He better hope so because Hensley's liable to beat em until it stops beating! Maximus moves toward the ring with his shoulders broad, and his chest puffed out. He lets out random roars that only make the fans laugh. Hensley himself is practically rolling around on the mat. The "giant" hops onto the apron then struggles to enter over the top rope. Once in, he lets out a few more cries before calling for a mic. The champ manages to keep his mouth shut long enough to listen to the man speak.Maximus: MUH BUH YAW WA DUH UHTAH!!! NAW KAW YAW GRARGH!!! He stares down at Hensley, who immediately breaks into more laughter. He tries to get up to his feet, but every time he looks at Maximus he falls back down. Maximus lets out more roars then throws the mic into Hensley's chest. Still giggling, the champ slowly rises back up.Hensley: Wow, Gigantor Maximus. The largest competitor in EWT. It's quite an honor. Hardcore Hensley and Gigantor Maximus, just rolls off the tongue like Hulk Hogan and the Ultimate Warrior. Like Ric Flair and Sting! You know, normally I don't think I could waste such a bout on free television. However, I think I'm gonna make an exception with you- With that he drops the mic, and unloads on Maximus. He drops him with a stiff right hand then puts the boots to him. After a few stiff kicks to the man's ribcage, he rolls him outside of the ring. Maximus plants himself on the concrete to a loud THUD! "Oohs" follow from the crowd as the champ, still holding back laughter, shakes his head at his opponent. He waits for him to get back to his feet then dashes off to the other side. He springs off the ropes then comes back with a suicide dive. Maximus sees him coming, but instead of evading him, he opens his arms as if he's going to catch him. Needless to say, Hensley crashes into Maximus, laying them both out on the floor. Hensley jumps up quickly though with a cocky smirk that the fans don't exactly find soothing. He heads over to the corner of the ring, and hoists up the steel steps. Before Maximus is even back up, Hensley nails him with the steps. The sound of the cold, unforgiving steel colliding with Maximus' forehead is ugly. Maximus leans back on his knees, dazed and confused as Hensley comes back with another shot. This one busts Maximus open, and he reluctantly falls backwards. Hensley points and laughs at his opposition then guns the steps inside of the ring. He goes over to the apron, and tears that off. The usual aluminum trash can full of weapons is neatly prepared for him. He removes the lid then throws that in as well. He goes over to Maximus, and bends the lid in half with a stiff shot over the head. Blood begins to pour down Maximus' face. Hensley lifts him onto his shoulders then begins military pressing him before the ringside fans. A few girls giggle at him, and Hensley obliges them with a wink. He goes onto throw Maximus over the top rope, into the ring.Styles: Hensley is simply bullying him. JR: This is far from an even match-up. Styles: Hey! This guy knew exactly what he was getting himself into when he stepped inside that ring. I told you, HENSLEY'S INSANE! Hensley flexes for the crowd after sliding back into the ring then picks up the trash can full of weapons. It hits Maximus over the head with full force, seemingly knocking him out in the process. He turns it upside down then empties it over Maximus' body. He throws it aside, and picks up a back scratcher of all things. He uses it on himself to a cheap laugh then starts whacking away at Maximus. After the initial shot tears away at his belly, Maximus rolls over in pain. Hensley leaves welts all across his back as some fans turn away, unable to watch. He cracks it in half over his head before grabbing a chair. He folds it up then mocks Maximus, who's slowly crawling to the ropes. Hensley can be heard asking if he knows now what he's gotten himself into.www.youtube.com/watch?v=jJxVUIwVFDkOut of nowhere, Black Sabbath's "After All" blasts throughout the arena. Hensley jumps at the sound then turns to the stage. A man in dark cargo jeans, and a knee-long trench coat appears. A running motor is heard at his side. In his right hand...is a weed whacker. Hensley's eyes grow to the size of grapefruits as he stares in utter shock. After letting out a loud, obnoxious roar, the man rushes to the ring. Hensley immediately rolls out as the man circles the ring with his interesting choice of weapon. He lets out a few more roars, urging Hensley to come back. The crowd cheer for the man, considering it's either him or Hensley. The champ doesn't exactly look excited to return to the ring, but he knows he can't walk away. Slowly, he tiptoes back to ringside. The man backs off to the other side, allowing Hensley to enter. Still with the chair in his hands, he pulls it back over his head then heads at the man. Before he can't even get halfway through, the man tears into his torso with the weed whacker. It cuts Hensley twice, and has him rolling around on the canvas. He gets out of the ring, crying out for help. Medics run out, but he pushes them away. Using the barricade for leverage, he glares down the man, who remains laughing obnoxiously in the center of the ring. Hensley's face cringes, and he shakes his head. The ref has officially waved off the contest apparently, and goes over to hand Hensley's belt back. Local police come down to subdue the man, but none dare enter the ring while the weed whacker stays in his grasp. Through all this, Maximus has made it back up to his feet. The man turns to him with a wicked smile. Maximus doesn't back down, and puffs his chest out.Maximus: MUH BUH YAW WA DUH UHTAH!!! NAW KAW- Before he can even finish, the man rips into his flesh with the weed whacker. Maximus throws himself over the top rope, out of dodge. Luckily, his distraction allows enforcement to enter. They knock the weed whacker away, but a couple get some stiff rights in the jaw. Eventually, a dozen manage to corner him. He gives in, still laughing in Hensley's direction. The champ stares in disbelief at the maniacal stranger.JR: Oh my god... Styles: Hey, that's my line! JR: I think we may have actually found somebody on Hensley's level of craze. Styles: I didn't think it was possible, but... JR: Go ahead and say it... Styles: If you insist. OH MY GOD!!! A final shot shows Hensley backing up the ramp, still looking at the stranger, who continues laughing as the men drag him away. Hensley's ghost white face is priceless.
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Post by blackwizardcoby on Apr 11, 2008 1:47:18 GMT -5
After a sick assault on both Hardcore Hensley and Gigantor Maximus, EWT's newest superstar is behind bars. A camera crew has been granted rights to visit the man. His head pressed against his cell, his eyes glance towards his visitors. The mystery man grabs the bars of the cell, stares towards the camera and speaks...
"I am one p***** off mother f*****, but you can call me "Poe Moe Foe" for short. And if there's one thing that irritates me about wrestling today, it's garbage wrestlers polluting the name of hardcore. Trash wrestlers like "Hardcore Hensley"... I sent that piece of chicken s*** running with a weed whacker. A true hardcore wrestler like Terry Funk, New Jack, or Sabu would have stayed in the ring. They'd have fought back. What did EWT's OX Division Champion do? He ran. As far as I'm concerned, Hardcore Hensley is about as extreme as Bob Holly."
"If he wants to prove he's a fighting champion, he can do so when he faces me. Every match with Poe Moe Foe is either an "I Quit" match or a "Last Man Standing" match. If you don't surrender, I'll knock your ass out! Hensley, you got two options. You can face me like the man you try to be...or you can keep running. You keep running, you'll make me even more p***** off and the angrier I get, the more I'll enjoy beating you within an inch of your life when I do hunt you down. You try to face me like a man and I'll show you the difference between 'garbage' and 'hardcore'."
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Post by Trik Turner on Apr 11, 2008 13:36:32 GMT -5
*Trik Turner is walking backstage & stops at the Match Board. He checks out who his opponent is.*
Hmmmph...Eric Young. Not bad, not bad. It's not Spaz so this will be easy pickings.
*Turner turns towards the camera.*
Spaz, you can duck me all you want. You can claim to be the man that you are. But at Royal Pain In the Ass Rumble, I can guarantee that you WILL face me in the ring somehow. I will get my hands on you. But you won't be eliminated so easy. No, for you see...I will do everything in my power to make sure you are not eliminated. That way, it will be down to you & me as the Final 2.
I don't care who I have to go through to get to you. I have no friends here in EWT. And I do not care if I get the EWT Heavyweight Championship. All I care about is putting you down for the count. But in the Rumble, I will be the better man. Afterall, you're not going down for the 3....you'll be down for the ten count.
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Post by teamireland on Apr 11, 2008 15:18:02 GMT -5
"T.G.": The following contest is a tag team match scheduled for one fall!
*"Confrontation" starts up as the Zephyr Brothers Mike and Mark step out...to zero crowd reaction.*
"T.G.": From San Francisco, California, weighing in at 294 pounds...the ZEPHYR Brothers!
*Both brothers start pumping their fists and making a flurry of meaningless faux gang symbols, entering into the ring in a screwed-up canon as their music fades out. Each man motions for a mic. Each man receives.*
Mike: Yo!
*silence*
Mike: Yo yo!
*silence*
Mark: I herebizzle declizze wazzle!
*silence...and confusion*
Mark: Fo...SHIZZLE!
*silence*
Mark: Shizzle my nizzle! Prepazzle....the razzle!
*Mark begins to give Mike a beat, the "leader" of the Zephyrs bobbing his head like a parrot on cocaine as he opens his mouth.*
Mike: Yoyoyoyoyoyoyoyoyoyoyoyoyoyoyo...ZEPHYR!
That's our name! Zephyring is our game! Team Ireland, you're lame as a cow! A fat hoofed mammal that don't meow! The tag titles are ours, TJT beware. When that chick ain't watching, we'll wax her hair!
*Mark gives a particularly funky beat*
Mike: Everywhere....BREAK DOWN!
*Mike tries to breakdance, spinning on his head but faceplanting as the crowd stares at him in continued silence. He gets up, clapping his hands and stomping his feet.*
Mike: But in any event, you shall see... Team Ireland, prepare....to be bee!
TEN! *The sinister opening strains of "I'm Shipping Up To Boston" begin playing in the EWT Arena & the crowd immediately start booing. At the upbeat of the song, Coach O'Hare walks out from behind the curtain, waving his Hurley as always. O'Hare is followed closely by Sean McCann. Sean drops to one knee & points backwards over his shoulders with his thumbs as his partner, Shane Malone emerges. Malone stands behind Sean with his arms held over his head, his fists clenched.* "T.G.": Introducing the opponents, proudly representing their home country of Ireland, being accompanied by Coach O'Hare at a total combined weight of 492lbs, "The Celtic Giant" Shane Malone & "The Don Juan of Donegal" Sean McCann... TEEEEEEAAAAAM IRRRRREELAAAANNND!!! *Team Ireland's Green, White & Gold pyro explodes at the top of the ramp as O'Hare raises the Hurley high. After the pyro explosion, Sean springs to a standing position again & turns around to face Shane. The two men bash fists together & Sean slaps Shane on the chest. Sean walks on down to the ring slightly ahead of the others. O'Hare carries the Hurley slung over his shoulder & Malone walks alongside him. Sean reaches the ring & quickly clambers up the steps, pausing at the top step to look out at the audience & give a smirk. Sean removes his silver waistcoat & tosses it to the crowd. Sean holds the top rope & springs into the ring landing on his feet. Shane gets to the ring & steps in over the top rope. O'Hare follows in, entering between the middle & top ropes. Sean runs to a ringpost & spreads his arms out in a Randy Orton-esque fashion. Shane rips off his Team Ireland shirt & tosses the shreds to the audience. The Coach continues to wave the Hurley around as he stands in the middle of the ring.* *The Zephyr Brothers look on unsure of exactly what they are now in for.* DING-DING! *Shane obliterates both Zephyrs with a Double Clothesline. He whips Mike off to the ropes & Mark to a corner. Shane splashes Mark Zephyr in the corner while Sean takes Mike down with a Hurrancanrana. Sean quickly heads to the top & hits a Dublin Stomp on his chosen Zephyr as Shane gives Mark a Giant's Causeway to the concrete floor outside. Shane picks up the one remaining Zephyr on his shoulders in a Canadian Backbreaker position. Shane drops to his knees jarring the smaller man's spine while Sean flies off the top with a Double Stomp onto Zephyr's chest. Shane drops the broken Zephyr Brother to the mat. Meanwhile, with the ref's attention diverted, Coach O'Hare cracks his Hurley off the head of the Mark on the outside & rolls him inside. Sean makes a cover on Mike & Shane on Mark...* 1... 2... 3!!! *"I'm Shipping Up To Boston" blares over the Toomitron speakers again. Team Ireland place the Zephyrs side-by-side & drape the Tricolour over their fallen bodies. O'Hare laughs heartily & speaks into the camera.*
"LIAM... YOU'RE NEXT!"
*To the back with J.B.*
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Post by Gigantor Maximus on Apr 11, 2008 17:34:05 GMT -5
*Christopher Indigo awaits his opponent in the ring, and, surprisingly, nothing out of the ordinary has happened.* * "China White" begins playing & the Toomitron goes black as white letters followed by black & white images flash across it. The lights in the arena drop, focussing at the top of the entrance ramp. Dry Ice is pumped out & a silhouette is seen against the smoke. Gigantor Maximus emerges from the fog. He has a chain wrapped around his neck, he holds one end of the chain in each hand. He stomps down the ramp, shaking his arms & rattling his chain as much as he can. Gigantor stomps on down the ramp; roaring as he goes.* Toni "TG" Garcya: And his opponent, standing 7' 11" tall & weighing in at an astonishing 578lbs, he is the largest competitor in EWT, from the Land of the Giants... This is GIGANTOOOOOOOR MAAAAX~I~MUUUUUUUUUS!!! *The crowd chuckle as Gigantor stomps all the way down the ramp, shaking his chain & trying his best to look imposing. Gigantor has to use the ring ropes like a ladder to get into the ring. He continues to stomp his way around the ring, beating his chest & rattling his chain. Indigo does not look at all amused.* DING-DING! *Gigantor stomps his way right up to Indigo & does his best to stare down the Minipax member. Indigo doesn't flinch. Gigantor swings a right hand at him. Indigo merely blocks it. Gigantor goes for another punch which Indigo also blocks. Gigantor then surprises Indigo by getting a hand around his neck. Gigantor has Indigo goozled & is preparing to go for a chokeslam. He keeps his right hand around Indigo's neck & points skyward with his left... but he can't lift Indigo more than a few inches off the mat. Gigantor tries & tries, but Indigo is just too much for him. Indigo responds to Gigantor's chokeslam attempt by dragging him in for a variation of a short clothesline. Gigantor goes down & Indigo picks the world's shortest giant up by his hair. He whips him off to the ropes & catches Gigantor on the rebound with an Overhead Belly to Belly Suplex.* *Indigo decides to take a cue from Gigantor & hefts the giant up for a Powerbomb. Indigo runs to the ropes & Powerbombs Gigantor right over the top onto the concrete floor below. The audience responds with a chant of "HO~LY S***! HO~LY S***!" The referee starts a 10-count as Gigantor lies on the floor twitching.* 1... 2... 3... 4... 5... *Gigantor is beginning to stir.* 6... *Gigantor is sitting up again.* 7... *Gigantor is crawling towards the ring.* 8... *Gigantor is grasping at the ring apron* 9... *Gigantor is back up on the ring apron. Indigo charges at him with a High Knee & sends Gigantor back to the floor.* 10!!! DING-DING-DING! "T.G.": Here is your winner as a result of a count-out... CHRISTOPHER INDIGOOOOOOO!!! *Indigo leaves the ring, in a state of WTF...When a man in a Godzilla suit suddenly hops over the barricade, laying into Gigantor with several vicious stomps. Security chases the lunatic off as we cut to the next segment.*
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Post by default on Apr 12, 2008 1:43:00 GMT -5
*Sammy Stardust sits in a chair propped in the corner of a dimly lit room. Dressed in a tuxedo with the small remainder of a cigarillo hanging out of his mouth, he stares blankly ahead of him. Slowly he reaches up and twists the cigarillo some, puffing out some smoke before outing it on the wall.*
Stardust: I've been told on occassion that I'm a fairly positive person, all things considered. I don't know... guess I am. I mean, I try to avoid all negativity like the plague. Negativity leads to stress which in turn leads to headaches which waste time and energy. I try to avoid sweating the small stuff by simply realizing there are somethings that I cannot change and if I fight forward, I'll look for another path. And I'll admit, I've dug myself into a few holes in those paths as well. Alcohol and pain killers did nothing for me, except a quick fix. Actually, they didn't even do that as the problems were still there, if not amplified or multiplied.
I guess what I'm trying to get at is that I've been through my own personal hell. I've fought demons... and for the most part, I've survived the majority of them. This week, I fight a man who appears to be so possessed by his demons that he believes he, himself, is one. Truth be told, I know he's just a man. I know he bleeds like I bleed. I also realize, even though I may see myself spirtually at being at a better place... that I can't make people think or see things from the views that I do. I don't plan to try to knock any sense into Black Reign, because in all likelihood that's a lost cause. What I plan to do is simple. I plan to roll with the punches.
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Post by hardcorehensley on Apr 13, 2008 12:26:00 GMT -5
youtube.com/watch?v=25vVbYsK8W0Howard Finkel: Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is scheduled for one fall with a thirty minute time limit, and it is for the EWT OX DIVISION CHAMPIONSHIP! Introducing first, the challenger, born in Gainesville, Georgia, weighing in at two hundred and fifteen pounds...AJ STYLES!!! The "Prince of Phenomenal" bursts through the curtains. He does his custom stage antics then heads for the ring.youtube.com/watch?v=NSvStbfSSLIFink: And the champion, hailing from Richmond, Virginia, he weighed in this morning at approximately two hundred and fifty-two pounds...HARDCORE HENSLEY!!! The champ comes out from the back with his head hung over, and his belt strapped around his neck. He bops his head up and down as he makes his way down the ramp. When he reaches ringside, he finally thrusts his head up. His hood flies off, and he slides inside. He releases his belt, and holds it up as he glances around the EWT Arena. A cocky smirk brandishes on his face, and the fans oblige with boos. After a while, he hands over his belt to the referee, who proceeds to check him for any concealed weapons. This will be Hensley's first title defense under actual regulations. He repeats the procedure to Styles then goes to the center of the ring, and holds up the belt. The competitors stare intently at it until the ref pitches it over the top rope then calls for the bell.
As soon as it rings, both guys go charging at one another. They wrap up then unload with sloppy right hands. While neither gains an advantage there, Hensley manages to corner Styles. The ref tells him to break his hold though, the moment Styles graces the ropes. Reluctantly, Hensley backs off. Seeing daylight, Styles scores with a sharp kick to the gut. Hensley keels over, and Styles immediately jumps on him. He tries for his Styles Clash already, but Hensley takes his legs out from under him. He hooks his legs then, in an astonishing show of strength, tosses Styles up into the air. He catches him over his shoulder on the way down, and plants him. Oohs race out from the crowd. Not slowing up, Hensley drags Styles out to the middle of the ring, and brings his legs back up. He leaps up, and comes down with a double leg drop to the groin. Styles hops around in pain at that. Hensley gets back up, looking for more, but Styles rolls out of the ring. He waves off Hensley, grabbing at his lower body, his face grimacing in agony. Hensley doesn't wait though as he springs off to the opposite side. He comes back flipping over the top rope, and crashing down on Styles. "E-DUB-T! E-DUB-T! E-DUB-T!" sounds across the arena. Hensley is up to his feet first. He quickly yanks Styles up then Irish whips him into the nearby guardrail. Styles lets out a yelp, but Hensley comes back with another Irish whip, this time into the apron. Before Styles can even react, Hensley starts chopping away at his chest. Woos follow each slap as do whelps. In another show of his amazing strength, Hensley guerrilla presses Styles over his head. He turns around to the fans, and begins military pressing his opponent. Despite their strong dislike, the fans do award Hensley with applause. Almost losing his balance now, Hensley turns back around, and throws Styles through the middle rope, back into the ring. He lets out a roar then climbs onto to the apron. He preys on Styles, waiting for him to get up. When he does, Hensley springboards off the top rope, connecting with a missile dropkick that literally takes away his opposition's breath. Hensley pushes himself back up, ready for more, but Styles isn't exactly digging that. He crawls over to the ropes, clutching the bottom one for dear life. Hensley grins at him, laughing even. He doesn't attack, choosing instead to taunt Styles. He actually goes as far as to perform the Chicken Dance. Styles glares at the champ, his eyes flaming red. He gets up, and races at Hensley. Hensley ducks a poor clothesline attempt, but as soon as he turns around, Styles is already in midair. Styles catches him from behind, and nails him with his Stylin' DDT. Rejuvenated, Styles rushes onto the apron, and springboards off hastily with his Superman Splash. Surprised, Hensley is unable to dodge it. Styles hits it then covers him.
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Hensley kicks out with authority, sending Styles flying backwards. He gets up to his feet, looking to regain the upper hand, but Styles is already coming at him again. In a blaze, Hensley chucks a clothesline at him. Styles ducks it though then nails Hensley with his Pele Kick. That knocks Hensley down, but Styles doesn't try another cover. He goes up top, signaling for his Spiral Tap. Hensley sights this though, and jumps up to his feet in an instant, shocking Styles. In more insane fashion, Hensley speeds and leaps up to the top rope with Styles. He pounds away at him with a couple of rights then tosses his arm over his shoulder. He flips them both backwards, scoring an unbelievable Sliced Bread #2. They hit the mat hard, and Hensley has to refocus himself before making the cover.
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A near fall forces the fans up out of their seats. Huffing and puffing, Hensley plots his next move. He gets up, bringing Styles with him, and goes for his Pizza Cutta. Styles blocks it though, and turns him back around. He Irish whips him into the corner, but Hensley reverses it then Styles reverses it again. Hensley runs up to the top rope, and bounds off doing a one hundred and eighty degree turn. Styles is waiting though, and he feeds the champ a stiff enzuigiri. Hensley sprawls on the canvas, gasping for air. He shakes it off then hops back up. Styles is back in the air though, and he catches Hensley in the face with a springboard forearm strike. Hensley eats a mouthful, but Styles isn't finished. He goes back up, and comes off praying with a frog splash. Just as he's mere inches away from maybe the title, Hensley bolts his knees up into position. They catch Styles hard in the mouth, and he rolls around in obvious pain. Hensley gets up growling, looking to put Styles away. He picks him back up, going for another Pizza Cutta, but Styles blocks him again. Out of nowhere, he whirls Hensley around, and drops him with his own cutter. The crowd absolutely loses their mind. Styles hooks the leg.
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The ref's hand comes down for a third time, but he declares that Hensley got his shoulder up just in the knick of time. Frustrated as ever, Styles jerks Hensley up to his feet with him. He bends him over, and prepares for another Styles Clash try. Hensley blocks his first attempt, but Styles gets him up on his second try. He can't keep Hensley steady though as the champ kicks his feet in the air rapidly. Using his superior body mass, Hensley actually reverses their positions, getting Styles up into an inverted vertebreaker placement. In the flash of a far off camera, Hensley drops him on his neck, showing no care whatsoever. Styles bounces off of his head then rolls over lifeless. Hensley covers, raking his forearm across the man's face for good measure.
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DING DING DING!!!
youtube.com/watch?v=NSvStbfSSLIFink: Your winner, and STILL EWT OX Division Champion...HARDCORE HENSLEY!!! Hensley salutes himself with two fists as he lies over Styles. The ref takes his belt, and hands it to him. He hugs it, sweat pretty much engulfing all of him. He makes it back up to his feet, and shines his belt high to the fans, who though don't really accept him they do show him respect with more applause. Hensley nods his head while strapping his belt back around his neck. He mouths "yeah, that's right" directly into the closest camera.
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The lights dim as Black Sabbath's "After All (The Dead)" plays.
"What do you say to the dead?"
INSTANTLY, everybody's attention turns to the stage. The man that recently attacked Hensley with a weed whacker, now officially known as Poe Moe Foe, comes out with a wicked grin. His appearance practically seems to strike fear into Hensley as his face goes pale. Thankfully, he doesn't have such a violent weapon in his hand this time. Instead, he whips out a microphone from his black trench coat.Foe: Salutations, mother f***er! Guess who's back?! The fans go rampant for the stranger while Hensley shakes his head at him. Fink hands Hensley his own mic.Hensley: Bulls***! Get your ass out of here! Security! You're not an EWT superstar, you're just some crazy f*** from the dumpster out back! Oohs follow Hensley's harsh remarks, and Foe's tone quickly becomes more serious.Foe: The f*** you just say to me?! The only piece of trash I see is the one standing in the middle of the ring! Hensley: It doesn't matter! You're still not an EWT superstar! Foe: Oh, is that so? In what you would imagine as Hensley's worst nightmare, the man reaches back into his coat. He reveals a clipboard with a piece of paper attached. It's his very own EWT contract. Hensley's jaw plummets to the floor, and he shakes his head, hoping he may wake up.Foe: Yeah, that's right, b****. You're looking at EWT's newest acquisition! Hensley hits himself in the head with his mic, remaining in disbelief that any of this is truly happening.Foe: All that aside, let me explain to your punk ass why I'm out here. You see, that gold you carry around is pretty neat, but what really pisses me off about you, Hensley, is the fact you're nothing but a poser! You parade around as if you're the definition of hardcore wrestling, you even call yourself "Hardcore", but really, you're the definition of GARBAGE wrestling! Every breath you take tarnishes the name of hardcore! You're an insult to people like Terry Funk, Sabu, hell, even New Jack! You're nothing more than a f****** poser! Hensley's fright soon morphs into anger as Foe continues his tirade.Foe: Now you wanna prove yourself as a fighting champ, right? Well let's see how big your balls are. Me and you, right now, for your precious title! Foe drops the mic, and takes off for the ring. Lost of words, Hensley tosses his mic away, and throws down his belt. He readies himself for Foe, who slides into the ring. Before Hensley can so much as get out a jab, Foe tackles him down, and opens up with STIFF rights.
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Poe Moe Foe's fists pound Hensley's skull. Foe eventually relents, allowing Hensley to crawl towards the ropes. As he does so, Foe digs into his coat pockets and dons a pair of brass knuckles. Foe grabs Hensley, places him in the corner and unleashes a fury of stomps and fists. Hensley rolls out of the ring, his body bruised and battered.
Hensley tries to take Foe out with a clothesline but Foe catches him with a hard sambo suplex on the concrete floor. Hensley's head bounces off the cold floor and he's temporary dazed. Foe grabs a steel chair, places it around Hensley's ankle and climbs the steel steps on to the apron. Foe flips Hensley the double bird before jumping off, stomping both feet onto the chair! Hensley's leg might as well have been broken!
Foe motions for the referee to ask Hensley if he quits. Hensley tells the referee to "f*** off". Poe Moe Foe smiles as he grabs Hensley and unloads more stiff shots into his face. By the time the two are backstage, blood is trickling from Hensley's nose.
Hensley struggles to fight back, but Poe Moe Foe lays him with a hard spinebuster. Foe picks up both legs and nails Hensley in the groin with a brass knuckle laced fist. Once again, Foe motions for the referee to ask Hensley if he quits. Hensley groans, shoving the referee away as he struggles to his feet.
"You're either tougher than I thought...or dumber," Foe mutters, with a switchblade in his hand. The challenger takes the hilt of the blade and bludgeons Hensley with it repeatedly. He grabs the challenger, and in one fell swoop, blades Hensley with it and nails his Twist of Fate finisher. Foe tells the referee to start the ten count, noting that Hensley's been having trouble getting to his feet all match.
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4!...Hensley begins to stir...
5!...Hensley lifts his head off the floor and eyes the nearby table...
6!...Hensley manages to lift one arm off the ground and grasps the table for support...
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8!...Hensley struggles to get to his feet...
9!...Hensley is up. Staggering, but on his feet before the ten! Poe Moe Foe shakes his head and curses under his breath before grabbing Hensley once more. He drags him over to a door before throwing him through it. Hensley crashes through the door and the brawl has spilled outside into the garage parking lot!
Poe Moe Foe carries him over to a limo. He bashes Hensley's bloody face on the limo's white hood, leaving a bloody imprint of the champion's face. Foe places Hensley on the hood before getting up there himself. He pulls Hensley to his feet by his throat and tells the referee to get ready to count to ten.
Foe lifts Hensley in the air for a chokeslam but Hensley gets in a weak elbow. Foe gives Hensley a stiff shot in the ribs and lifts Hensley up again. Hensley goes up but manages to reverse the chokeslam into a DDT! Hensley and Foe crash through the windshield, with the car alarm blaring! The referee, appalled by what he just saw, hesitates before beginning the ten count...
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EMTs are on the scene immediately, as both wrestlers require serious medical attention! Both wrestlers are bleeding profusely and knocked out cold! This match is a draw! Hensley has managed to retain the belt via no contest, but at what cost to his well-being?
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Post by default on Apr 13, 2008 18:52:04 GMT -5
www.youtube.com/watch?v=l6iQNYXmm-MDavid Penzer: Weighing in at 270 pounds and hailing from The Deepest, Darkest Corner of His Mind... Black Reign! *With the lights dimmed, Black Reign makes his way to the ring, snarling at fans. He crawls into the ring and hangs in a corner, concentrated on the entrance.* www.youtube.com/watch?v=BjfIlPVOOvgDavid Penzer: And his opponent... hailing from Las Vegas, Nevada and weighing in at 177 pounds... Sammy Stardust! *Sammy Stardust strolls to the ring dressed in a pair of long, black boxing shorts that go just past his knees with two linked dollar signs in gold on each side and three triple gold bars on the back. Stardust rolls into the ring and pulls himself to his feet. Black Reign stands up and walks across the ring glaring at Stardust like pray* Don West: You know, I can't question Stardust's tenacity, Mike, but I gotta question anyone getting in the ring with Black Reign! Mike Tenay: It's gutsy to get in there, that's for sure. Black Reign is cold and uncaring. *Black Reign heads to the center of the ring as Stardust follows suit, rolling a kink out of his neck as he approaches. Reign looks down at Stardust before holding his right arm high in the air. Stardust eyes him up for a moment before raising his as well. Black Reign then lowers his arm and raises his other up. Stardust gives him a glare and Black Reign capitalizes with a kick to the stomach, doubling Stardust over. Black Reign grabs Stardust in a headlock and cackles* West: I think he's looking for a bulldog! *Stardust quickly raises his left arm in the air, punching Reign hard in the ear* Tenay: No, Stardust counters! *Reign stumbles forward as Stardust stumbles back before running backwards into the ropes for momentum. Reign turns around only to take a flipping dropkick to the face.* West: The One Armed Bandit has the advantage! *Reign stumbles back trying to keep his balance as Stardust looks up from a crouched position before spinning around and taking Reign down with a spinning leg sweep. The crowd cheers as Stardust shoots up to his feet and begins stomping the downed Reign* Tenay: Stardust is laying in some vicious stomps! West: There's nothing technical about that, Mike! Tenay: That's right, Don, but it's effective none the less! *Reign rolls to the ropes and grabs hold as referee Slick Johnson calls for the break. Stardust brushes his foot across the seated Reign's face, causing Slick to physically push Stardust back. Reign capitalizes with a clothesline over the hunched over referee, downing "The One Armed Bandit* West: C'mon! Tenay: The seasoned veteran Black Reign shows once again that he'll use any tactic he has to for an advantage... whether it be moral or immoral. *Slick Johnson gets in Black Reign's face, but quickly backs off as Reign stares a hole in him. Reign picks up Sammy Stardust by the head before hooking him in a front facelock and grabbing the side of his tights. Reign hoists Stardust up, dropping him down with a suplex and floating over for the cover. 1... Reign pulls Stardust up as Johnson warns him to no avail* West: This is ridiculous! *Black Reign mouths something at Stardust before whipping him into the rope and powerslamming him to the mat. The referee dives down for the cover, but Reign again has pulled Stardust to his feet* Tenay: You have to question Black Reign's psychological state getting the better part of his judgment at times like this. *Black Reign again pulls the groggy Stardust to his feet and holding him by the back of the hair, pushes him back, mouthing off at him. Reign unleashes an uppercut that sends Stardust flying back into the corner. Black Reign hoists Stardust up onto the top rope and climbs up to the middle rope. Stardust brings up a left hook to Reign's jaw, sending him down to the mat. Reign quickly stumbles to his feet clutching his jaw and turns around as Stardust stands on the top rope and lowers his chin, leaping off with a headbutt that downs Reign and sends Stardust stumbling back into the corner. The crowd cheers wildly.* West: Stardust needs to capitalize fast! Tenay: Agreed. That move definitely took as much out of him as he dealt out. *Stardust shakes out the cobwebs and spots Reign crawling toward the ropes. Stardust runs out and unleashes a well-placed soccer kick to Reign's ribs, sending him rolling onto his back. Stardust quickly leaps up, dropping his right knee down onto Reign's head. Reign let's go of his ribs to grab his head as Stardust rolls to his feet and jumps up, stomping Reign hard in the stomach and bouncing back off. Reign moves his hands down to his stomach as Stardust hits the ropes and snaps off a leg dropt to Reign's exposed neck.* West: What a combination! Tenay: Basic boxing principals from the former fighter... hit 'em high when they block low, hit 'em low when they block high. *Stardust grabs Reign's arm and tries to roll him onto his back as Reign struggles to avoid it. Stardust quickly changes his gameplan and clutching the arm pulls up as much as he can before raising his leg and stomping down at Reign's ribs as hard as he can. The referee moves Stardust back and checks on Reign as Stardust backs off and begins moving slowly and quietly out of Reign's eye contact. Reign pushes himself to his knees and then his feet as Stardust quickly slides across the mat a few feet behind him. Reign turns around and takes a kick to his left thigh. Stardust then throws a higher kick to the right side of Reign's ribs.* Tenay: Stardust pinpointing those ribs once again! West: The hunted has become the hunter! *Stardust kicks Reign hard in the knee before spinning around and leveling Reign with a big time kick to the side of Reign's head* West: That's it... The Clark County Kick! *Stardust drops ontop of Reign as Slick Johnson makes the cover* 1...2...3! *Stardust pushes himself to his feet and calls for a mic. Looking down at Reign he begins to speak with heavy breaths* Stardust: You can pull me up from covers and dish out more punishment all you want. You're not going to change my mind. You're not going to extinguish the fire inside me. YOU'RE NOT GOING TO SEND ME PACKING. I'm here for the long haul and I'm here to fight. I don't doubt my ability to do so and still go... if I did, I wouldn't be there. I need veterans acting cute like I need sympathy like I need another hole in my head. *Stardust drops the mic onto the mat and looks up from the downed Black Reign and out at the crowd. Wiping the worst of the sweat off his face with his elbow and inner forearm and turns around slowly before climbing out of the ring. "Ain't That A Kick In The Head" by Westlife picks back up as Stardust slowly paces up to the top of the entrance ramp. He stops and holds his arm by his side, quickly pulling up a "finger gun". Stardust then flashes a smile and raises the hand up in the air with a peace sign before heading to the back.*
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Post by Sigma: Current SRW Champ! on Apr 14, 2008 13:23:47 GMT -5
Tony Schiavone: Coming up next, a Toolshed Title match between the champion, Sigma, and the challenger, Rellik.
Jesse Ventura: Now, Rellik is brutal, but Sigma is in a different zone right now. His anger heights are at an all time High. I expect Sigma to show no mercy.
Tony Schiavone: And what about this feud with Mysth that he’s getting into.
Jesse Ventura: I can figure 2 reasons why. One is to get back at him for defeating him, the other is to finish unfinished Minipax business. Either way, Rellik seems to be another stepping stone, according to Sigma.
(Bell Rings)
GMC: Ladies and Gentlemen, our next contest is for one fall and it is for the EWT, Toolshed Championship.
(Rellik’s theme plays, crowd is silent)
GMC: Making his way to the ring, from Parts Unknown. RelliK.
Tony Schiavone: What a weird character RelliK is.
Jesse Ventura: Yeah, I dig the metal mask and outfit. Makes him kinda creepy.
(Princes of the Universe by Queen hits, Crowd boos heavily)
GMC: His opponent, from Tacoma, Washington. He is the EWT Toolshed Champion. Minipax’s own, SIIIIGGGGMMMMMMAAAAAA!
Tony Schiavone: Sigma, isn’t in any mood to talk. He just wants to defeat RelliK and move on to the Royal Pain IN The Ass Rumble, coming up in a couple of weeks.
Jesse Ventura: Sigma, being one of the strongest and more agile athletes in the match makes him an odds on favorite in this contest.
(Bell Rings)
RelliK charges Sigma, but Sigma, who’s not in the mood to mess around tonight, sidesteps RelliK, RelliK runs into the turnbuckle. Sigma then just smashes him in the turnbuckle.
Tony Schiavone: The Bell sounds and RelliK is just charging at him. However, Sigma side-stepped him and gives him a huge Avalange. RelliK is stunned.
Jesse Ventura: Sigma appears to be on top of his game tonight.
Tony Schiavone: Sigma throws him to the other side of the ring, and nails him with a very big knee-strike to the jaw.
Jesse Ventura: Sigma can be very agile when he needs to be, and that knee looked like it jarred Rellik.
Out of nowhere, Don West joins the announce table.
Don West: THAT’S KILLER SPELLED BACKWARDS!!!
Tony Schiavone: Who are you?
Jesse Ventura then throws a gem mint 10 Ken Griffey Jr. Rookie card to don west.
Jesse Ventura: Go away.
Don West: GEM MINT 10!!!!!!!!!
Tony Schiavone: Back to the match, as Sigma scoops up Sigma and slams him hard onto the mat.
Jesse Ventura: Who was that idiot?
Tony Schiavone: NO clue. Sigma is heading up top, and A SHOOTING STAR PRESS ONTO RELLIK!
Jesse Ventura: That’s a very agile big man. You can’t find many of those around.
Tony Schiavone: That’s right Jesse, and he goes for the cover.
Ref: 1….2….Kickout.
Jesse Ventura: Sigma didn’t quite have him beaten down enough, but it’s looking like he’s calling for it now.
Tony Schiavone: Sigma going behind RelliK and has him hooked and ready for the Sigma Suplex. He’s got the leg hooked and the head hooked, and lifts and drops him on his head.
Jesse Ventura: That looked like it hurt. Normally, it lands on his stomach, but that was on the top of his head.
Ref: 1……2………3! (bell rings)
GMC: Ladies and Gentlemen, your winner and still EWT Toolshed Champion….SIGMA!!!
Tony Schiavone: The Sigma Suplex worked, but it looked a bit different than usual.
Jesse Ventura: You’re right, as we look at the replay right over here. Sigma purposely put Rellik down on the top of his head. He wanted to hurt him bad, and he did. Sigma gets the 1-2-3. He is your winner and still Toolshed champion.
Tony Schiavone: Sigma is looking very strong for the upcoming Royal Pain In The Ass Rumble, coming up shortly.
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Post by respectmeordye3 on Apr 14, 2008 16:20:58 GMT -5
Bullz-I comes out to his theme along with his valet Callie Shaw. A moment later Petey Williams follows suit.
The bell rings and the lights suddenly go out.
When they come back on, Petey is laying out cold on the mat and Bullz-I is pinning him.
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Bullz-I wins!
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Post by The Lach is very tired on Apr 14, 2008 22:48:02 GMT -5
Tomko's TNA theme hits & he appears carrying his TNA Tag title with him.
Bobby Cruiz: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, introducing first, from Tombstone, AZ, weighing in at 290 lbs he is a former IWGP Tag Team Champion & is currently one half of the TNA World Tag Team Champions. He is Tomko!
Tomko gets a nice pop as he enters the ring. Where The Party's At hits & Spaz comes out.
BC: And his opponent, from Sydney, Australia, weighing in at 208 lbs he is a 2 time former EWT OX Division Champion & also a former EWT World Heavyweight Champion he is Spaz!!
Spaz enters the ring, he & Tomko knuckle as the ref calls for the bell. The two men lock up & Tomko uses his size advantage to back Spaz into the corner. The ref calls for a break & gets it. Spaz shakes hands & stretches his neck as Tomko lets him out of the corner. They lock up again & Tomko lifts Spaz up & tosses him back into the corner. Spaz is dazed & Tomko charges & drives his shoulder into Spaz's midsection. Spaz slumps down to the mat & Tomko pulls him out & goes for a cover.
1 2 NO!
Spaz kicks out strongly. Tomko picks Spaz up & lifts him for a Vertical Suplex. He holds him up for a few seconds then plants him down hard. He trues another cover.
1 2 KICKOUT!
Spaz kicks out again. Tomko picks him up & whips him into the corner. He charges with a shoulder again & connects. He whips him across to the other corner & charges again but this time Spaz gets out of the way & Tomko hits the corner hard. Spaz then catches him as he rebounds & plants a German Suplex, followed by a second & a third. The crowd pops for some vintage Spaz. Spaz stands & climbs the turnbuckle he then jumps off & plants an elbow. He tries a cover.
1 2 NO!
Tomko powers out of the cover. Spaz uses his speed to catch Tomko as he stands, he looks for a DDT but Tomko pushes Spaz away. He bounces off the ropes & catches Tomko for an Overhead Belly To Belly Suplex. The momentum takes Tomko out to the arena floor! As Tomko stands Spaz charges, then leaps up onto the top rope & nails a Springboard Moonsault Plancha. Both men are down as the crowd cheers wildly for the highspot. Spaz struggles to his feet & he drags Tomko back into the ring. He hooks the leg.
1 2 ROPEBREAK!!
Tomko gets his leg onto the bottom rope. Spaz stands & he is running on pure adrenaline now. He drags Tomko to the middle of the ring. He then locks on his new Submission hold The Southern Cross Stretch! Tomko is in incredible pain & he is about to tap out! Then all of a sudden Trik Turner's theme hits & Trik appears at the top of the ramp. Spaz releases the hold & stands, he goes to the ropes & starts shouting at Trik to leave. Spaz then remembers about Tomko, he turns & is met with a Big Boot to the chin. Tomko then lifts Spaz up & nails him with a Chokeslam. Tomko hooks the leg.
1 2 3!!
BC: Here is your winner Tomko!!
Trik is standing at the top of the ramp laughing. Spaz slowly gets up & he is staring daggers straight at Trik as we cut to commercial.
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Post by Tea & Crumpets on Apr 15, 2008 10:49:48 GMT -5
*We fade back in to the arena, as Rhapsody’s Emerald Sword starts on the PA and the crowd begin booing* Announcer: The following contest is a tag team match, and it is scheduled for 1 fall! Introducing first at a combined weight of 482 lbs, Angus MacAngus and the Emerald Warrior, The Highland Diamonds! *Angus and Emerald Warrior both walk out from behind the curtain. Warrior is strangely subdued, less cocky and more purposeful. Both men ignore the boos and slide into the ring.* Cole: The Highland Diamonds are noticeably a lot less arrogant tonight, perhaps their loss to Rated X has taken the wind out of their sails.
JBL: They may no longer be swaggering, Michael, but that means both Angus and Emerald Warrior are all business tonight.
*Deuce & Domino’s theme cues up* Announcer: And introducing the opponents, from the Other Side of the Tracks, at a combined weight of 475 lbs and being accompanied to the ring by Cherry, Deuce N Domino! *Deuce and Domino’s retro car drives down the ramp towards the ring, but before they can disembark, Angus MacAngus and Emerald Warrior both set up fro something. They climb the corners nearest the ramp, and both dive off into the car landing on Deuce & Domino and crushing them against the seats! *
Cole: What is this? The Highland Diamonds attacking before Deuce and Domino can even disembark from their vehicle! JBL: The Diamonds aren’t taking these guys for granted! They want as big a head start as they can get.
The match hasn’t even officially started, and Angus and Warrior take full advantage of this. Angus starts garrotting Deuce with the seatbelt as Warrior drags Domino out of the car, and then slams the door shut on his ankle! He then repositions Domino, and slams the door on his arm! Domino writhes in pain as Angus leaves Deuce and goes to join Emerald Warrior. They grab Domino and Angus pulls the hood of the car up as Warrior performs a double leg takedown on Domino. He then catapults Domino under the hood of the car into the engine, and Angus then smashes the lid down on top of him! Angus then grabs deuce and drags him out. Both Diamonds hook Deuce up, and perform a double suplex onto the car, Deuce’s feet shattering the windscreen! Angus and Warrior leave Deuce and roll Domino into the ring, as the bell finally sounds. DING DING DING!*
Cole: Finally, the match starts! But the damage looks to have already been done to both Deuce & Domino. JBL: Why do you care, Michael? I thought you hated both these teams. Cole: I don’t particularly like either of them John, but the Diamonds’ illegal attack before the bell was reprehensible. JBL: But like you said it was before the bell, so it isn’t breaking any rules.
* Angus stomps on Domino’s injured arm, then on his hurt ankle. He applies an ankle pick to the bad ankle, before smashing an elbow into the heel of Domino! Domino yelps in pain, and Angus then stomps on the fingers of his injured arm. Angus goes for a cross armbreaker, but Domino’s foot catches the ropes so he is forced to break. Angus gets in the referee’s face at this, trying to intimidate him, before turning round and hammering Domino in the face with a boxing hook as he tries to stand. Angus Irish whips Domino, but then stalls it and hoists him up into a hotshot on the ramp side ropes! Angus then hits a back suplex as Emerald Warrior readies for something. Deuce grabs Warrior’s leg to try to stop him, but Warrior just kicks him off and back into the car! Warrior then jumps in and hits a springboard elbow drop on Domino! The referee tries to get Warrior back to his corner and he does so without protests, as Angus again stomps on Domino’s arm!*
JBL: This is what happens when the Highland Diamonds get angry Michael, people get decimated.
* Angus grabs Domino, holds both his wrists, and hits a double wrist northern lights suplex! He holds for a pin 1….
2….
Kick out! Angus is unperturbed and pulls Domino to his corner, tagging out to Emerald Warrior. Angus holds Domino in an inverted DDT position as Warrior climbs the corner, and drops Domino with the inverted DDT as Warrior hits a double knee drop to Domino’s exposed midsection! Angus then holds Domino’s arm flat to the mat, as Warrior drops another knee on it! The referee makes Angus exit, and he does so reluctantly. Warrior goes for an Irish whip, but Domino reverses. Emerald Warrior rebounds off the ropes but sees the back drop coming and hits a front dropkick to Domino’s head! Domino staggers back, as Warrior gets up. He sets up, then runs in, blasting him with the Emerald Gleam superkick! Warrior covers 1….
2…..
Deuce breaks it up! Angus looks as if he is going to go in to attack Deuce, but Deuce backs off, still hurting from the pre-match assault. Warrior grabs Domino, but Domino gets a jaw breaker, and then whips Warrior into Deuce & Domino’s corner. Warrior gets a boot up as Domino charges in, but Deuce blind tags Domino and vaults into the ring, kicking Warrior in the chest as he does so. Deuce punches at Warrior a couple of times, then goes for an Irish whip, But Emerald Warrior hangs on to the ropes before Deuce can send him off. Warrior elbows Deuce in the face and hooks him up for a suplex, but Deuce slips out the back. He hits an atomic drop on Emerald Warrior then snapmares him, going for a 1-man Crack Em In The Mouth, but Warrior throws himself flat to dodge the boot, then gets up and hits a high angle back suplex on Deuce!*
JBL: What a counter Michael! Cole: The Highland Diamonds are 2 great athletes, but I can’t stand their attitude. They only have this control over Deuce and Domino due to their sneak attack before hand. JBL: That was no sneak attack Michael, it was right in front of Deuce & Domino’s eyes. If they couldn’t get out of the way it’s their own fault.
* Warrior picks Deuce up and DDTs him, then hooks him up for the Emerald Fusion. Deuce slisp out the back again and kicks Warrior in the back of the knee, tagging back out to a not-so-fresh Domino. Deuce grabs Domino for a cutter as Domino climbs the corner, but Emerald Warrior reverses Deuce’s cutter attempt into the Emerald Cutter! He then crotches Domino on the top then grabs his injured wrist and whips him off the buckle, dropping him hard on the mat! He tags out to Angus, and lifts Domino up. Angus climbs the corner, and the Diamond connect with their version of the Doomsday Device! Angus then hooks Domino up as Warrior grabs Deuce, and in stereo they connect with the Saltire and Emerald Fusion! Domino is out of it, but Angus rolls him onto his stomach as Warrior re-approaches. They smirk at the booing crowd, then both apply a double submission, Warrior locking in the emerald City Stretch as Angus applies the Do You Wanna See What’s Under My Kilt! Domino struggles briefly, but his hurt arm is giving him too much pain and he nods at the referee, giving up!*
Announcer: Here are your winners by submission, The Highland Diamonds!
*Rhapsody’s Emerald Sword starts up again as the crowd’s booing resumes*
JBL: The Highland Diamonds are back to their winning ways! Scotland will be smiling, Michael. Cole: They only won because they ambushed Deuce and Domino beforehand! JBL: Michael, Domino tapped out. They won convincingly, attack or not.
* Angus and Warrior make to leave, smirking as Cherry enters the ring to check on Domino. They then notice the car. Grinning, Angus reaches under the ring and finds 2 x 4, then they both climb into the car and turn the ignition. They reverse the car up the ramp, Deuce & Domino looking on in horror, to beat up to do anything. Once it is on the ramp, Angus jams the 2x4 against the accelerator, while Warrior holds the brake down, then when the 2x4 is wedged tight Warrior releases the brake. The car accelerates along the stage then careens off the stage, crashing onto the concrete 10ft below and crumpling the hood and sides! The Highland Diamonds laugh, raise their arms then exit, as Deuce and Domino look on enraged.*
*Cut to adverts*
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