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Post by craigkendo on Nov 3, 2005 4:11:59 GMT -5
*"Ich Will" hits, and The Connection make their way to the ring. They briefly hold out their arms in prayer, and then hit the ring. Craig Kendo immediately signals for the music to cut, which it does. He grabs a microphone from Tony Chimel. Tony Chang then proceeds to hit a SUPERKICK onto Chimel for absolutely no reason other than the fact that Chang is royally pissed off.*
Kendo: Many of you heathens observed our protege's match with the self-proclaimed Ice Queen. There is little to say on the matter which is not already blindingly obvious, even to the standards of you IGNORANT FOOLS!!!
*The crowd boo the Connection, until Tony Chang quickly exits the ring, and places a strong kick to the guardrail outside, shocking the crowd in that section. Chang then points menacingly at the fans there, and makes a throat-cut gesture, silencing those fans. He gets back into the ring as Kendo continues.*
Kendo: My disciple is right to threaten you heathens. It is most important that you be SILENT as we put our message forward. We offered the Ice Queen a chance to join us and become one of us. We would have went against these "Ragnals" and swatted them aside like the rats that they are. Micheal and Joseph, Linda, and even that new miss Flaire would not have been spared. All that we asked in return was she eliminate the problem she was presented with. That infidel Miss White!!! We will not stand for such an insult that she would prefer to associate with that great lumbering FOOL than become our new protege!!! Hence, it is in our best interests that you face us again. It will be in a Sanctuary Rules match!
*The crowd remains in confusion as to what said match actually is. Tony Chang takes the microphone.*
Chang: Yeah, you heard the man! Sanctuary Rules. The most brutal, merciless match ever to hit EWT, and WE will be the ones to bring it!!! One venue; a cathedral by all means and purposes devoid of it's former charm, converted into a shrine to our unholy beliefs!! Everything that was good has died in this Sanctuary, and replaced with our malice!!! Two stories of unforgiving concrete!!! Deadly weapons as far as the eye can see!!! And this arena will have absolutely no light, save for the few lighted candles...and the occasional flash of lightning...ALL revolving around the unholiest of unholy altars, decorated with a steel Pentagram-Ankh, the symbol of all that we stand for. And let me tell you, Ice Queen. I will LOVE EVERY SECOND OF IT!!!!!!
*Chang hands the microphone to Holly Vaughn. She takes it in an unrushed calm manner.*
Holly: I must inform you, Ice Queen. It is vital that you accept this match. Failure to do so will result in a series of attacks on your valet's life. Even a warrior as accomplished as yourself may not be able to defend yourself against such attacks for so long. Hence, you must accept the challenge, and declare which of us you wish to face. It is unfortunate, however, to state that whomever you choose will be merciless and unforgiving. However, for the sake of your valet, I strongly reccomend you accept.
*Kendo takes the microphone.*
Kendo: You have until the following "Pay-per-View" to decide. Until then, your valet is marked. It would be a magnificent event, away from all of the heathens, away from all of these ignorant fools who shun our efforts to save them from their own STUPIDITY!
*The crowd once again starts booing The Connection. Tony Chang slaps the mat in frustration, and exits the ring. He jumps the guardrail, and pulls out a random fan, swiftly throwing him over the guardrail. The fan begs Chang not to do anything drastic, but Chang mercilessly slaps the fan across the face, and rolls him into the ring. The fan comes face-to-face with Kendo, who is standing there, a stern look on his face. The fan speaks rapidly to Kendo, unaware of Holly Vaughn, who climbs the turnbuckle, and leaps off as Craig Kendo calmly sidesteps. Holly hits the DEADLY DDT onto the fan!!
Tony Chang walks over to the fan, stomps right on the square of the fan's back, then lifts up the fan's neck, bringing him to his knees. Chang kicks the back of the fan's ankles, then as the fan screams in pain, Chang brings his heel up, bringing it down for the VIPERBITE KICK!!!
Craig Kendo then picks up the fan, and lifts him up onto his shoulders. Holly Vaughn and Tony Chang get to their knees and hold their arms out in prayer as Kendo leaps up for the ENLIGHTENMENT!!!
The Connection proceeds to leave the ring to a stunned silence as EMTs run down to see to the downed fan.
*Fade to commercial.*
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Curly Long
AC Slater
Midget Wrestling Master
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Post by Curly Long on Nov 3, 2005 6:52:28 GMT -5
*Backstage in his Office and construction workers are seen walking in and out. At the back of the room Curly and Mr.Big are having a drink of Champagne*
CURLY: Here's to me, the new Official GM of the EWT! . . thought the office needed some sprucing up . . . cheers!
*THey clink glasses as the sound of construction can be heard*
CURLY: . . And what a scoop this week to start me off, some fed offered there workers for a chance of glory. . . . pity they'll be eating canvas all week . . hehe . . . and thanks to you Big, I don't need to worry about those clowns Raskall and Trunk . . .
Mr. BIG: But Boss, we lost the match . .
CURLY: Yes, but the aftermath was so enjoyable .. now put the match board up . . while I check out these new diva photos! . . .
*Mr.Big carts out the match board and places it in the corridor for everyone to see*
CURLY(in the background): Hey this girl hasn't got a bikini on!! . . wow I didn't think . .
(the camera cuts to a commercial, before Curly can reveal which EWT Diva went topless in a photo shoot!!)
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Post by scbg on Nov 3, 2005 10:57:17 GMT -5
Rod Fisham sees Rick Raskall walking down the hallway, steaming with fury.
Fisham: Mr. Raskall! Mr. Raskall! I just wanted to get your opinion on...
Raskall grabs Fisham and tosses him into a pile of equipment. He continues down the hallway where "Lean" Gene Cummerbund is standing.
Lean Gene: Rick Raskall, after the events of WCBAWAN, what are your plans for...
Raskall grabs Lean Gene by the collar and slams him against the wall.
Raskall: You wanna know my plans? Hell, I'm so pissed off at what happened, I haven't had time to make plans! I'm short a tag partner, my girlfriend has a broken neck, and on top of it all, I've got scrawny announcers following me everywhere asking questions! So to answer your question, NO! I DON'T KNOW WHAT THE HELL I'M DOING!!!!
Raskall drops Lean Gene and stomps off.
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Post by pta on Nov 3, 2005 11:54:58 GMT -5
Suddenly creepy music starts up and some nut wearing a flowered shirt, a mankind mask, and carrying a a stuffed bunny hobbles out to the ring. The crowd gives a " what the hell is that? " look as he heads toward the ring.
Announcer: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. From the deep recesses of your mind, weighing in at 220 pounds, Mindbender!!!
Mindbender hops onto the apron and flips over the ropes then looks off to one side, than the other... walking over and grabbing a mike.
Mindbender: * Creppy Voice * Tonight EWT... Me and the master will entertain you. Me and the master will destroy this man known as Chance Confidence... because the master wills it so. So come and meet your doom! Isn't that right... Master?
The nutjob sits there and strokes the stuffed bunny as the crowd just looks on in confusion. Soon, heavily classical music starts up and Chance Confidence comes out, to a huge amount of booing.
Announcer: And... oh wait, it's him.
Confidence has his own mike and looks up.
Confidence: Representing the GLORIOUS P.T.A. weighing in at 220 pounds, yes... I gained two pounds of muscle over the week. He is the one who leaves all his opponents in heaps. He is a man... who doesn't know mercy, he is the one... the only Chance... Confidence.
The crowd boos as Confidence tosses down his mike and removes his robe, running full speed and leaping onto the apron, flipping over the ropes and doing another handstand on a nearby turnbuckle. As he leaps down though, he gets attacked from behind by a clothesline, knocking him down slightly. Mindbender immediately starts stomping at his opponent furiously.
Confidence rolls out of the way eventuallyand nips up to his feet, looking over at this... Mindbender freak and glaring angrily. He runs forward and nails him with a FLIPPING Clothesline, connecting and taking Mindbender down. He immediately attempts to lock in a Camel Clutch on his opponent, but Mindbender manages to escape. As he rises to his feet, Confidence rises back up as well and goes for and nails some stiff chops on M.B, sending him reeling into the turnbuckle. After a few chops, Confidence runs back and forward, going for his flipping splash move, but MindBender quickly duck from behind.
Confidence lands on the turnbuckle behind him though and grabs Mindbender's neck, leaping off for a Diamond Dust and going for a quick cover. 1...2...
But again Confidence decides to prolong things by breaking his own cover. He reaches down and lifts M.B. back to his feet, then back up for a stalling brainbuster to the mat. As M.B> goes down, Confidence nips up to the mat and flexes for the crowd, who respond with some booing and throwing stuff at him. He scoffs and turns around, only to get laid out by a clothesline from Mindbender. He slowly gets up and leaps up with a moonsault splash into a pin of his own. 1...2...
But Confidence quickly gets the shoulder up and throws MB off of him. Mindbender looks a bit surprised. He immediately goes for a gut kick to Confidence, nailing it then leaping up for the Mindblower, but as he's mid air, Confidence catches him and nails a VICIOUS German Suplex to the mat. He then quickly goes for a cover. 1....2....
But again Confidence breaks up the count, instead nipping back up and waiting for MB to rise. As soon as he does, he gives him a gut kick of his own then connects with the Confidence Breaker. He quickly gets back up and leaps on and off the turnbuckle for the Confidence Booster and nails it. Confidence hooks the leg. 1...2....3!!!
Confidence leaps up and smirks, flexing for the crowd once again, them replying with even more booing.
Announcer: Here is your winner... Chance...
Chance snatches the mike away from the announcer
Confidence: Ahem! Here is your winner... the greatest wrestler in the known universe, the most skilled technician of them all, Chance... Confidence. And usually I'd say something else before I left but... look at the freak I wrestled. I don't think I need to stay any longer.
Confidence quickly drops the mike and vaults over the ropes and heads backstage.
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B.A.
Grimlock
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Post by B.A. on Nov 3, 2005 13:25:44 GMT -5
Camera catches eddie omega in the back
Cole:Eddie can i get a comment eddie on what happened
Eddie:What the hell do you mean..."what happened"?? I WAS CHEATED OUT OF MY WIN. Im the champion, so what spaz had to do is injure my neck 2 weeks back, and he hits that blasted move on me. Im telling you right now, SPAZ! You listen up good, eddie omega wont go down easily, you think you have an upper hand? Well i hold all the hands and i know what youre playing. Cole..this interview is over!
Eddie grabs his title and leaves
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Maelstrom
AC Slater
The Tide Will Turn!
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Post by Maelstrom on Nov 3, 2005 19:09:28 GMT -5
*We come back to ringside and the crowd has just witnessed a promo video for Dorf and are in a good mood . . .'Apocalypse Please' suddenly blares out from the speakers! . . the crowd cheers as the smoke appears and then spirals to the sky revealing the new EWT Tri-State Champion . . . MAELSTROM . . he raises the belt in his right hand so the whole audience can see and then heads to ringside. Some staff member gives him the microphone . . . he waits for the crowd to settle down a bit*
MAELSTROM: . . .
*Maelstrom pauses and looks out at the sea of fans. The crowd slowly gets quieter as they wait for Maelstrom to speak . . he slowly lifts the mike to his mouth and says*
MAELSTROM: .. The Tide has Turned! ..
*The crowd roars with approval as a 'Maelstrom' chant starts up. Maelstrom listens to the crowd and moves around the ring, the EWT Tri-State Title on his shoulders*
MAELSTROM: . . Now that is a champions reception, if ever I heard one! . . the water flowed in my direction last night at 'We Couldn't be Arsed with a Name!' and now here I stand the new undisputed EWT Tri-State Champion! . . . . .
*more cheers from the crowd*
MAELSTROM: now some might say I went too far with Billy last night . .
*some boos come from the audience at the mention of Billy*
MAELSTROM: . . but he's had it coming for a while now, and did you really think I was going to be gentle after the run around he gave me these past few months . . . of course not. Finally Billy Ubermark got some, not the something he's been after since he arrived in the EWT, instead he got something far more painful! . . . but enough about 'Virgin Boy' . .
*Another 'Maelstrom' chant starts up*
MAELSTROM: He is in the past and this EWT Tri-State Title right here on my shoulder is the future . .
*Maelstrom taps the belt with his hand*
MAELSTROM: So if anyone one in the back thinks they have what it takes to go against the current and beat me, then step up and show yourself !!
*The crowd continues to cheer*
MAELSTROM: Thats right this Belt is back in the hands of a true champion . . . so no more running away, no more hiding and no more excuses will surround this belt! . . I will take on any challenge . . . Big, Small, quick or strong . . . it doesn't matter . . because when its all said and done and you have given me your best, I'll still be standing and then . . . .
*The crowd immediately chants 'The Tide Will Turn!' Maelstrom smiles and lifts his head and brings the mike to his mouth*
MAELSTROM: . . THE TIDE WILL TURN!!
*Maelstrom flings the Mike to the ground as his music restarts, the heavy chords ripping through the arena. Maelstrom raises the EWT Tri-State Title above his head as a loud cheer and a load of camera flashes go off from the crowd. Maelstrom soaks it up before heading up the ramp and backstage*
(cut to an EWT PPV 'Rebound')
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Post by Moxie loves Natalie on Nov 3, 2005 19:38:42 GMT -5
<We return from the rebound, seeing Moxie's Locker Room>
<The door opens and Moxie walks out, and the fans can be heard booing voraciously. Moxie walks to the water cooler, where Mean Gene is standing>
Gene: <gasp>.... erm... hey Mox...
Mox: Hi Gene.
Gene: Erm... uhh... <stares>
Mox: What's wrong, Gene?
Gene: umm, you... and Dorf... and the ppv...
Mox: What a hoot! I took him to a 60 minute draw... I hope Curly will allow a rematch for the next pay-per-view. That 60 minute draw was mean though, he's a tough opponent.
<Moxie pauses>
What's wrong Gene?
Gene: umm... nothing... nothing at all...
Moxie: Hey, have you seen Dorf? I want to talk to him about our match.
Gene: Umm... I dunno if that's a good idea..
Moxie: Why's that?
Gene: Never mind... He's probably recuperating in his locker room.
Moxie: I see. I'll check in. Thanks Gene!
<Moxie walks away, and Gene wipes his brow>
Gene: That was close...
<fade out>
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Lily-Rose
Mike the Goon
Rockin' All Night.
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Post by Lily-Rose on Nov 3, 2005 20:14:36 GMT -5
*Linda is in the locker room, getting ready for her match. Tanya walks in with a gym bag, and plops it down on the bench.*
LINDA: Oh, hey, Tanya.
TANYA: Hey...you ready for your match?
LINDA: Yeah, I have this one in the bag. A singing contest, a Vodka drinking contest, and, finally, a regular match.
TANYA: Well, i can porbably understand the singing, since she has that accent, but...wouldn't the both of you drinking vodka make you, I dunno...uneasy?
LINDA: Well, tell you the truth...*whispers*
TANYA: Really?
LINDA: Yeah.
TANYA: Wow,I can't believe Curly never checked the records.
LINDA: I know...so, you nervous?
TANYA: Uh, yeah. I'm facing a big fat woman. How can I NOT be afraid?
LINDA: You have the Ragnals, remember?
TANYA: Well, that's assuming nobody takes you out before that...
LINDA: Trust me. The Ragnals were heels at one point or another back at SAW. We know all the tricks in the book.
TANYA: Okay, I'll take your word for it. Good luck.
LINDA: Like I said, no worries.
*Linda walks out. Fade.*
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Post by pta on Nov 3, 2005 20:19:37 GMT -5
Principal Pain can be seen on then Toomitron, obviously ready to address the Ragnal's challenge.
Pain: Now then... I see that the spineless insects that call themselves Tag Team Champions have issued a sort of challenge to myself. And usually, I never turn down a challenge... but what you are asking is a bit... well, a bit impossible. even for myself. I mean... first of all... you neglected to mention if my opponent would also be blindfolded. Also... you never said anything about a time limit or such. i mean I can't possibly prepare if I don't know the elasped time I have to complete my task.
The crowd starts booing immensely.
Pain: Hmmmm... as much as I love a challenge, I'm going to have to decline. After all, Canceler and I already proved ourselves at WCBAFAN, therefore we already earned our spot. To gamble it away on such a risky match is... well, a bit stupid don't you think? But I do have an idea for our showdown at the next Pay Per View...
Pain gets a rather smug look on his face.
Pain: Now then... in traditional tag team matches, only one opponent had to be pinned for you to sucessfully retain your titless or win a match. However, that seems kind of... well lazy don't you agree? Instead... I think we should make out match more interesting... say, an ELIMINATION tag Team Match. In which... both opponents must be pinned. Which means... if you can do what no other team has done before and pin not only myself... but my Tag Team Partner, The Canceler, well... you can keep those pieces of shiny metal straps. However... if you are both pinned instead... well, then those tag team titles... will have new owners.
The crowd cheers at this potential match idea.
Pain: Of course... I really don't want to deny you the opportunity to see me in a ladder match, so how about next week, I go one on one... with either one of you punks, in a ladder match. Of course, to make things fair, the P.T.A. will be banned from ringside, as long as your little... " posse " is as well. What do you say to that... Joseph?
The crowd cheers once again.
Pain: You have to the end of the week to answer Ragnals. So I suggest you're not TARDY. Or the Canceler here will come force the answer out of you.
He smirks and glances at the chest of a huge man. next to him. As the camera zooms out, it's revealed to be... The Canceler of course. His head nearly reaching the low ceiling.
Pain: I look so forward to hearing your response. Take care... because soon you'll be too BROKEN to even do that...
The screen shuts off and we fade to commercial.
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Post by Virus aka Captain No-Nuts on Nov 3, 2005 21:29:33 GMT -5
(We come back from commercial to a shot of Lillian Garcia in the ring, microphone in hand.)
Lillian: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and is a cross-promotional match!
(Heaven's a Lie hits over the PA system, and the crowd pops for Virus as he makes his way out from under the Toomitron. He has a rather large bandage on his head from the kendo stick shot at Extreme Heat, but otherwise appears to be no worse for the wear as he enters the ring and unexpectedly takes the microphone away from Lillian.)
Virus: Cut the music! I've got something I want to say. (The music stops and so does the crowd's cheers, as they wonder what Virus wants to say before his match.) I'm sure some of you read on EWT Online that I wasn't too happy with my match at Extreme Heat. (The crowd pops at the mention of the fight.) Sure, you guys were entertained, and I'm happy for that... that's what we wrestlers are supposed to do, is to make you guys feel that every damn cent you paid to put your butt in that seat was worth it.
(Virus listens to the crowd's renewed cheering for a moment before continuing.)
Virus: No, the reason why I was so angry after Extreme Heat that night is that a double knockout proves NOTHING. Nobody's any better off then they were before we walked into Extreme Heat a few nights ago. So I got a little challenge for you, Bunk, and it may sound a little familiar...
(Before Virus can finish this thought, the lights in the arena suddenly go out and we are plunged into darkness. The crowd roars in confusion.)
Virus: What the hell?!?!
(The lights come up and what looks like a ninja is in the ring, standing right behind an unsuspecting Virus.)
(Lillian, who has left the ring during Virus's speech, grabs another microphone.)
Lillian: And his opponent, BLADE!
(Virus barely has time to turn around when Blade hits him in the jaw with some devastating karate kicks. Virus stumbles down to one knee, and Blade does not relent, with kicks and punches of almost inhuman speed. The referee calls for the bell.)
DING DING DING!
Virus seems to regain his wits and throws a punch, hitting Blade directly in the stomach and stopping the flurry of attacks long enough for Virus to return to his feet. Virus whips Blade into the ropes and rears back for a knife-edge chop, but Blade ducks under the attack, runs to the opposite-side ropes and launches off them in a moonsault. Virus, however, catches Blade and hits a not-too-pleasant looking Tilt-o-Whirl backbreaker, immediately going for the cover.
1!...2!...Kickout! Blade kicks out, and Virus begins to get up to yell at the referee's slow count. Blade swiftly kicks a leg out and hits Virus in the jaw again, staggering him as Blade nips up and resumes his flurry of attacks, much like he did to start the match-up. Virus is reeling now, and Blade launches off the ropes in a Flying Spinning Leg Lariat, knocking Virus to the mat. Blade then jumps up onto the top turnbuckle, spins around, and launches into the air in a Swanton Bomb.
It's a direct hit, and Blade covers, while attempting to lift one of Virus's tree-trunk like legs.
1!...2!...NO! Virus powers out of the pinning attempt with authority, throwing Blade off of him as easily as a ragdoll. Blade attempts to get Virus down on the mat again with karate kicks, but Virus seems unaffected as he rises to his feet. Blade, now looking quite fearful, goes for a karate kick to the stomach, but Virus catches the leg and hits a fearsome knife-edge chop, then elbow-drops the captured leg.
Virus gets up, and drags Blade to a standing position. Then Virus clasps a hand around Blade's throat and lifts him up, holding Blade half a foot off the ground for a second before slamming him down in a mighty chokeslam. Virus then goes for the cover with the hook of the leg.
1!...2!...3!
Lillian: Here is your winner, by pinfall, VIRUS!
(Virus grabs the microphone out of the corner of the ring, where the referee put it earlier. Heaven's a Lie fades out.)
Virus: As I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted...
(The lights go out again, and when they come back up, Blade has disappeared.)
Virus: Where the hell did he go?... Anyway, as I was saying... EN Bunk, I know you're back there. And I know you're listening. So I've got a challenge for you. At the next Pay-Per-View, it'll be you, and me, in your little... steel cage ladder match.
(The crowd pops mightily at the mention of a rematch.)
Virus: No outside interference, and no double knockouts. So what do you say, Bunk? Just know this... if you accept, and I have a feeling you will, you'd better prepare... to be... infected!
(Virus slams the microphone down to the mat with a loud feedback. Heaven's a Lie hits as Virus makes his way to the back, and we fade to commercial.)
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Post by Gasoline: Gen. Tech Member on Nov 3, 2005 22:28:31 GMT -5
*After a commercial about Crap-a-mania 2 coming to DVD, we return with Gasoline standing by with Sum Guy*
SG: Hi, I'm Sum Guy, and I'm a bigger dork than Todd Grisham. Joining me now is "Big Daddy" Gasoline. Gas, the entire EWT locker room has been buzzing about what the Heartbreak Hitman did to you at WCBAWAN. And you made quite a statement earlier by putting him through a table on The Heartbreak Hotel. But now, everybody wants, in your words, a response to the events that have taken place.
Gas: Sum Guy, it goes like this. Much of what Bret said is true. We've known each other for years, and I credit him for bringing me into the WCF and EWT. But when he brings up me not doing anything of note, to that I say bulls***! I don't know if he has short-term memory or whether he simply doesn't want to acknowledge the fact that I saved his ass many times. I was there being a friend, putting my body on the line for him. But looking back now, I probably shouldn't have, as I now see what an ungrateful bastard he is.
SG: Hmmm, I see. Well what about his comments about you reveling in mediocrity?
Gas: *chuckles* Bret, Bret, Bret, now you know as well as I do that I tried to do something with my career. But every time I tried, you had to get in the middle of it. Everything always had to be about you. Limey was right all along. You never gave a damn about what I wanted. You only cared about yourself. And as far as you being responsible for my success, that is the biggest piece of crap I've ever heard. With as much of an ego as you have, I'm surprised your head hasn't exploded yet. While it's true that you got me into the WCF and EWT, for you to take full credit of what I've accomplished since is ridiculous. I busted my butt for for my achievements. I worked hard to win the WCF title, not you! And when we won those tag team titles way back- you know, when we were actually A TEAM- we did it together. It wasn't just you, it was you AND me! But you know, I do have to thank you for one thing. When you and Rosa turned your backs on me, it awakened the monster inside me. And it's angry. VERY ANGRY. Bret, you had better watch your back, because this monster is run on Gasoline Fuel, and it's gonna run your ass over! *Gasoline walks off*
SG: Wow. At least there's one person I don't want to make angry. Well, until next time, I'm Sum Guy, and I'm wearing no underwear.
*Cut to next segment*
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Ragnal
Game Genie
Yanno what they say: All toasters toast El Dandy
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Post by Ragnal on Nov 3, 2005 23:42:04 GMT -5
*Mean Gene Okerlund (Betcha never thought I'd type that name, huh? ) is standing in the middle of the ring with a microphone.* GENE: Ladies and gentlemen, it's time now for the Best of 3 Falls match for the EWT Girl Next Door title. Entering first, all the way from Russia, is none other than Ivanna! Random fan: You wanna what? GENE: That's her name, ass! *Generic Russian music plays as a woman that looks bulked up on steroids in a two-piece bikini and an unusual bulge in her bikini bottom enters and walks down the ramp.* GENE: Er, um...hi. God to, uh, see you... IVANNA: *low pitched voice* Danke. *Gene jumps in shock.* Right...and the opponent, from Scranton, PA...She is the GND champion...The Ocean's Beauty, Linda Ragnal! *If You Close Your Eyes plays as everyone expects Linda's theme, but Linda heads down to the ring anyway, her GND title over her shoulder. Apparently, this is Linda's new theme, and a tribute to Jay Reso.* GENE: Okay, folks. The first fall is a singing contest...although, what that has to do with wrestling, I don't know. Anyway, Ivanna, you're up. LINDA: You want to Europe? GENE: Very funny. Just sing. IVANNA: *Singing horribly* o/There has to be a morning aaaaafteeer...o/ CROWD: BOOOOOOOOOOOO! GENE: Wow, not even ten seconds with that song, and the fans can see you suck, Ivanna. Linda, let's see how you do. LINDA: Okay, Gene. Here's a song for you all to enjoy. It's My Immortal by Evanescence. I'm so tired of being here Suppressed by all my childish fears And if you have to leave I wish that you would just leave 'Cause your presence still lingers here And it won't leave me alone -Prechous- These wounds won't seem to heal This pain is just to real There's just too much that time cannot erase -Chous- When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears When you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears I held your hand through all of these years But you still held.....on me *The crowd cheers at Linda's performance.* GENE: Well, I think we can say for a fact that the winner of the first fall is none other than Linda Ragnal. *cheers* GENE: Alright, ladies, now head over to one of the tables set at ringside.* *Linda and Ivanna do so. The tables each have 25 shot glasses full of vodka.* GENE: Now this next fall is a vodka drinking contest. The contest ends when one of you finishes those shots of vodka...Aaaand...BEGIN! *Ivanna wins the conest, and Linda has apparently drank none.* GENE: And Ivanna is the winner. Linda, apparently you haven't even taken a sip. LINDA: Well, of course not, Gene. If I had any vodka, I wouldn't be able to perform well in the third fall! Plus, I don't drink alcohol! GENE: Oh...I see...well, it's time for the final fall. Ladies, please get back into the ring. *Linda rolls back into the ring, and Ivanna submles around, trying to stand up, but apparently fails to, staggers around the ring, and collapses.* LINDA:...What the hell? *The ref starts the ten count for Ivanna. She's apparently too drunk to get up. The ref rings the bell.* GENE: Er, well...sadly, here is your winner...by knockout... and still EWT GND champion...Linda Ragnal! *The ref raises Linda's arm in victory. Linda, holding her title, looks more than displeased. She takes the mic off of Mean Gene.* LINDA: Well, there you have it. I knew she was going to pass out, but GOD, not THAT fast. Hopefully, Rosa, when we have our match next week, I hope you have a better performance than Ivanna did! And Rosa, if you want, I'm going to let you add a stipulation to the match. It's your decision, Rosa. *Linda drops the mic and If You Close Your Eyes plays as she walks up the ramp.*
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DQorDie
Bubba Ho-Tep
Believe in yourself & ROCK N ROLL!!!
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Post by DQorDie on Nov 4, 2005 0:53:21 GMT -5
Flex Magnificent is in his locker room gearing up for this week's bout as "The Doctor of Muscletology" Dr. Frederick Delavier comes in with a video tape.
Dr. Frederick Delavier: Aaah my bountiful creation. A magnificent job as always, but there is something you must see!
Dr. Delavier pops in the tape of Limey's latest promo after the PPV. Flex watches attentively & hangs on to every word.
The part about him comes up & Flex is starting to shake in a fit of rage until.....He sees Limey's uneasiness about the Phish comment. Though he is wearing the potato sack over his sad it is evident that there is a smile undearneath as he slowly nods his head up & down. Up & down.
Fade to the next segment.
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Post by Oceanic on Nov 4, 2005 2:19:04 GMT -5
Fade in we see the office of Director of Talent and Personnel Jason Costanza. A knock on the door is heard and he says "Come in". Oceanic walks in and takes a seat.
Costanza: "I'm glad you're here. We need to talk."
Oceanic: "Do we?"
Costanza: "Yes. Perhaps I wasn't being clear enough when I said to make Katy Kross look good."
Oceanic: "Oh I heard you." (snickers)
Costanza: "This isn't funny. You're little stunt cost the EWT quite a sum of money. We had big plans for Katy. She was going to be a major star here. She was supposed to be the next GND champion."
Oceanic: "Katy is a living joke. Did you see that match? She was dying out there. She was terrible. That dumb broad couldn't find her butt if it had a bell on it."
Costanza: "Well...that may be so. But that doesn't give you the right.........."
Oceanic: "Too bad. I don't care. I'm not going to compromise my integrity just so you can parade some fluffer you found on a movie set as a real wrestler. It's reasons like this that nobody takes the Women's Division seriously anymore."
Costanza: "But.....that's not the point."
Oceanic: "What is the point? Besides the one on the top of your head?"
Costanza: "The point is Katy could have made this company a lot of money. She would have brought the EWT a lot of attention from other venues. Movies, TV, advertisers. You see what I'm getting at?"
Oceanic: (looks at Costanza with contempt) "I'm leaving." (she gets up and heads for the door but Costanza stops her.)
Costanza: "Hey! Wait! Look. Ok. We're willing to let look past what you did with Katy if you help us out with this inter promotional angle. You have a match with Babs "The Rack" Chanty later. If you make her look good, we won't punish you for the Katy mishap. Agreed?"
Oceanic: "What? Go to hell!"
Costanza: "I know you feel you deserve a push more than she does but it's just we need to promote Chanty right now. The pay off will be huge. Can't you just be a team player?"
Oceanic shakes her head and leaves the office. Fade out.
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Post by paulpodanski on Nov 4, 2005 2:40:27 GMT -5
Paul Podanski is standing by with his title as the crowd cheers, he pats it as it rests on his shoulder when suddenly, some nutjob walks up to him wearing a black bodysuit with the word " Armbar " on it
Podanski: Ummm... who the friggin hell are you supposed to be?
Nutjob: I'm Armbar!!! The evil armbarring armbarrer who will armbar you into an armbarish doom! Nobody can't stand against my... Modified Armbar!!!
Paul looks around.
Paul: Ummm... I saw some guys in white coats around here earlier. Friends of yours?
Armbar: Hoooooooooooow dare you insult... The Armbar! I'm the armbaringest armbarrer that ever armbarred. And tonight, I will take your unofficial title or my name isn't...
Paul: Lemme guess... Armbar?
Armbar laughs maniacally and bangs his head against the wall saying Armbar over and over and over. Paul shakes his head and walks off.
Paul: Geez... it's like they'll hire anyone here.
As if on cue, Paul bumps right into... Lean Gene Cummerbund.
Lean: I'm currently standing here with the unofficial Toolshed champion of the world... ummm... Paul Podanski right?
Paul nods.
Paul: Yeah. What do you want. Lemme guess, you want to interview me.
Lean Gene: Absolutely. Usually I only interview Raskall and Trunk, but I'm trying to expand my... horizons or something.
Paul: Fine whatever, but make it quick. There's some psycho stalking me or something and the bar's almost closed.
Lean: Tell me... are you in any way threatened, by Ultimo Chocula who says he's looking for gold? Since all the other champions are... well kinda busy.
Paul: Who?! Oh wait... that's right. That guy who loves to play with cow shaped puppets and hangs out with that pretty hot chick. Hell no I'm not threatened, do you see me sweating? Do you see me shaking in fear. Of course you don't! And it's not because your all old, fat, and nearly blind.
Lean: Hey! I'm only 54! Whats your excuse?
Paul: I drink... alot. But I burn calories off pretty often.
Lean: Oh... and how do you do that?
Paul: Beat up people...
Lean: Oh that sounds... wait what?
Paul grabs Lene and tosses him at Armbar... who runs over and locks him in... an ARMBAR of course. Paul chuckles a bit and turns to the camera.
Paul: Oh and in case any of you forgot, my titles up for grabs... 24/7. So if you want it so damn bad, come take it off me. I dare you...
Paul turns around and walks away. The camera looks over showing Lene still in Armbar's Armbar.
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Limey
Unicron
It's been awhile.
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Post by Limey on Nov 4, 2005 3:44:19 GMT -5
*"She's Got Issues" plays, and Carla O Woe is out. She is accompanied by Limey, and both of them throw up the horns on the entranceway.*
Chimel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from....what the...?
*The music suddenly changes to Rusted Root's "Send Me On My Way". Carla looks extremely confused by this sudden change in music. She turns to Limey for help.*
Carla: Who's that? Is that "Baldina's" music? What is that?
*Limey, however, is visually stunned, and appearing to be breaking into a cold sweat. He purposefully walks to the sound guy's stage to the left of the Toomi-Tron. A camera manages to pick up the following.*
Limey: What the hell is this? Is this your idea of a joke??
Sound Guy: I don't...I don't know! It just...it just started playing!!
Limey: Well, switch it off then, you moron!!!
Sound Guy: It won't switch off!!!
*The music finally dies down, and Flex Magnificent's bagged face appears on the Toomi-Tron. He is laughing maliciously.*
Flex: Heh heh heh...Remembah, Limeeeeee? A few littul "blasts from ze past?", if you vill??
*Limey stares at the Toomi-Tron, trying to supress his rage. He eventually turns from the Toomi-Tron, and walks to the ring, flipping Flex the bird as he walks to the crowd's delight.*
Flex: Heh...you ah a tuff egg to crack, Limeeee. But you can't ignore me forevah!!! I vill break you, Limeee, IF IT IZ ZE LAST ZING I DOOO!!!!!!!
*The Toomi-Tron flashes off. Carla calms Limey down, patting his shoulder and mentioning that he "did the right thing."*
*A creepy rendition of "Swan Lake" hits, and Baldina, a ballerina beautiful in every aspect except for being bald, makes her way to the ring. She pulls off many complicated ballet moves, twirling and jumping her way to the ring. She lifts her leg up high and twirls around to polite applause from the crowd.
The bell sounds, and the match is underway. Carla extends her hand, waiting for Baldina to shake it, and Baldina goes for the handshake, but instead swerves Carla by spinning round her hand to instead pull off a ballet curtsey to the audience, which gets her some heat. Carla takes the opportunity to hit a bulldog on Baldina to a pop. Carla then pulls off a curtsey of her own to the audience, ending with her throwing up the horns to another good pop.
Baldina hits the mat, but quickly springs to her feet. She manages a back grapple on Carla, which Carla reverses with a back grapple to Baldina. Carla lifts up Baldina for a german suplex, but Baldina lands on her feet. She then pulls off a 90 degrees Pirouette, and sets her foot squarely down, measuring Carla up for the superkick. As Carla turns to face Baldina, Baldina hits the SUPERKI....REVERSED!! Carla grabs the ankle of Baldina, and kicks away the standing leg, locking in a standing leg lock, turning into a Boston single-leg crab. Baldina tries to crawl to the ropes, but Carla drags her back to the centre of the ring. Baldina goes limp for a second, then catches Carla off-guard by pushing her leg out, sending Carla flying to the ropes in a 619 set-up.
Baldina walks over to Carla, and observes this. She giggles at the situation, and stomps on Carla a few times. Baldina then proceeds to go through the ropes to the apron, and walk along the apron gracefully, eventually leaping up to try and hit a scissor kick to Carla! However, Carla moves in at the last second, causing Baldina to land on the mat outside on her arse. She gets up, stunned, and is unaware of Carla, who is immediately up. Carla springs to the top rope, and leaps off with a 450 plancha onto Baldina!!!!!
Crowd: "Holy ****! Holy ****!" etc.
Both women are down, and both take a while to get up. Carla is up first, and she hits a few punches onto Baldina before grabbing her by the head, and leading her to the guardrail. Baldina counters, however, with an elbow to the gut, followed by smashing Carla's head on the guardrail. Baldina then does an Irish Whip to make Carla hit the guardrail back-first on the other side of the entranceway. Baldina taunts for a second before running at Carla with a clothesline. Carla, however, counters with a drop-toe hold, causing Baldina to hit the guardrail!!! Baldina stumbles around, rubbing her bald head as Carla jumps up onto the guardrail, balancing herself perfectly. Baldina stumbles to Carla's general direction, and Carla leaps off with a hurricanrana onto Baldina, shades of Elix Skipper!!! Carla lands on her knees, and throws up the horns, screaming in the moment to a huge pop.
Baldina climbs towards the ring, and lifts herself up, using the bottom rope. Carla uses this as an opportunity, as she quickly slides into the ring, runs to the ropes at the other side, and runs back to leap out with a suicide dive!!! This is countered, as Baldina drops flat. Carla does a forward roll, gaining enough momentum to get to her feet rapidly. She turns her attention to Baldina, and runs at her. Baldina, however, counters with a spinebuster onto the concrete!!! She then gets to the apron, and leaps off with an Asai moonsault to the downed Carla!!
Crowd: "This is awesome!! This is awesome!!"
Baldina gets up, and manages a 360 pirouette. She then brings her heel down onto Carla's abdomen. Carla reflexively sits up, clutching at her stomach in agony. Baldina then proceeds to hit a dropkick onto Carla's back. Baldina taunts once again before picking up Carla by the head and throwing her into the ring. Baldina climbs to the apron, and leaps off the ropes with a plancha leg drop onto Carla. She goes for the pin.
1, 2...
CARLA KICKS OUT!!! Baldina sits there, stunned. She slaps at the mat in frustration, and picks up Carla by the head. She hits a European Uppercat to Carla, causing her to turn her back to Baldina. Baldina then locks in a sleeper hold to Carla. Carla slaps at Baldina's forearms to try and loosen the hold, but Baldina keeps it locked in. Limey claps his hands in a rhythmic manner outside, which causes the crowd to clap for Carla. Carla raises her arm, making a fist, as Baldina shakes her head in disbelief. Carla then takes Baldina by surprise by catching Baldina with a chinlock, and leaping up to hit an Asai DDT!!! Carla proceeds to run off the ropes, pulling off a rolling thunder to Baldina!! Baldina rolls to her front, and tries to push herself up. She gets as far as her knees before Carla charges at her with a Shining Wizard!!! This is countered with a quick powerbomb by Baldina, who then falls back to the ropes as Carla is downed. She pulls herself up as Carla does the same at the adjacent corner. Baldina then brings her leg up, and stomps it into the mat, calling for the superkick! She continues to do so until Carla is fully up to her feet. Carla turns to face Baldina, and Baldina runs out with a SUPERKI...REVERSED!! Carla grabs Baldina's ankle, and holds on. She then brings up a free hand, and shakes her finger at Baldina before spinning Baldina around by the ankle. Baldina makes a complete 360 before walking right into an STO!!!!
Carla drags Baldina to the corner, and calls for the EYE CANDY!!! Carla then grabs the top ropes, leaps to the turnbuckle, and throws up both horns. She then leaps off, hitting a superb EYE CANDY to Baldina!!! She goes for the pin!!
1, 2, 3!!!
WINNER: Carla O Woe!!!
Post match, Limey goes into the ring to hold up Carla's hand in victory as Carla, exhausted, hugs Limey before climbing the turnbuckle, and throwing up the horns. Limey once again throws her arm up in victory. They turn their attention to Baldina, who performed brilliantly as well. Carla walks over to her, as she is getting up, and as she is on her knees, Carla goes down for a curtsey to Baldina. Baldina sighs, disappointed that she lost, but she is flattered by the show of respect. She then gets to her feet, and stares down Carla before holding up her hand, and giving Carla the horns gesture to a good pop from the crowd. Carla smiles at this before exiting the ring with Limey. The two make their way to the back.
*Fade To Commercial.*
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Post by rnt on Nov 4, 2005 18:18:19 GMT -5
Curly Long is lounging in his office when Rick Raskall bursts in.
Raskall: Hey, Curly!
Mr. Big jumps to his feet and blocks off Raskall.
Raskall: Calm down, big guy. I've got some business with the "boss".
Curly: Let him go, Big. Let him get a word in. It won't help worth a damn, but let him talk.
Mr. Big steps aside and allows Raskall to approach Curly's desk.
Raskall: Listen to me, boy. It's enough of a joke that you've been named the GM of this show, but you know full well that Trunk was taken out by your lump over there. So what's with you putting me in a tag match when you know full well that Trunk can't compete?
Curly: Oh yeah, that. See, I knew you wouldn't like me doing that, and you'd have to come in here, and cry your little eyes out about it. So I thought to myself, "Hey, I'm not a monster. I can always let him pick another tag partner."
Raskall: Good. And I know just who...
Curly: But then I thought, "Screw him, make it a handicap match!"
Raskall: You son of a...
Mr. Big grabs Raskall and restrains him.
Curly: I think your business is done here. Now Big, show our friend Raskall the door.
Mr. Big tosses Raskall out the door. Raskall gets up and continues down the hallway, shoving over a spotlight in frustration.
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Post by iggy on Nov 4, 2005 19:01:01 GMT -5
As soon as Rick Raskall walks off, a short, geeky looking fellow (Iggy Dinkleberg) timidly tiptoes into Curly's office.
Curly: Hey kid! You know this is private property, right? Get back to your seat or I'll get Big to do it for you!
Mr. Big stands up in the corner. Iggy lets out a mild shriek.
Iggy: Oh gaaawd! Please, wait, wait! I'm looking for a job!
Curly: A job? Look at you! What can you possibly do?
Iggy: Well, you see, it's my mudda. She says that if I don't leave the house and get a job, she's gonna kick me out. And I don't wanna leave. I love my mudda.
Curly: Aw, I'm sorry kid. How old are you?
Iggy: Thirty-two.
Curly: Thirty-two?! Yeesh! I left home when I was fourteen! And that was only after my parents kicked me out for running that illegal prostitution ring...um, wait, nevermind. Pretend I didn't say that. So what did you wanna do?
Iggy: Well, she says that I would be a great manager. She says I've got a great personality, and I've got lots of charm, and all the girls will love me.
Curly: Wow, if that's not a "mom" response, I don't know what is. Now look, um...what was your name again?
Iggy: Iggy Dinkleberg. But I want to tell you...
Curly: Okay...(writing)...Iggy...Dinkleberg...there. And what makes you so great?
Iggy: Um, I don't know. I'm not very good at talking about myself. Maybe I should call my mudda. She's always saying nice things about me. At least when she's not yelling at me to get a job. Or to take out the trash. And then I tell her that the trash is heavy and when I carry it my braces snap and I fall with the pain and the hurting and the SMELLY GARBAGE OOH IT STINKS!
Curly: Okay then. Can you perform well in front of an audience?
Iggy: Well, one time in school I was in the talent show. I played the theme to "Battlestar Galactica" on my kazoo. Unfortunately my retainer fell out and I had to pick it up and it was covered in dust and stuff and everybody laughed, and I wet my pants, and I was so embarrassed and my face was all red, but you couldn't tell because I had TERRIBLE acne, and I had to use this cream every two hours, and it smelled terrible. I tried to cover it up with my mudda's perfume, but everybody laughed at me again and threw pizza at me at lunchtime, and that just made it worse.
Curly: Okay, that's enough. How good are you at promoting others?
Iggy: Pardon?
Curly: I mean, can you make other people look good?
Iggy: Oh yes! One time this big muscly guy on the football team, he came up and asked if I wanted to bench press with him. And I said okay, because I thought he wanted to be my friend. Then he took me into the gym and he started lifting me above his head. It was very scary, but he wouldn't stop. He kept picking me up and there were all these people around, and I was so embarrassed, but they were all cheering. Then he carried me across the parking lot and threw me in the dumpster, and everybody was really happy. It hurt real bad, but he was really popular, so I made him look good.
Curly: Okay, check that. Can you handle a tough travel schedule?
Iggy: Oh, of course! But only if I can make it back for dinner. My mudda makes a lovely gefilte fish.
Curly: You're not gonna be home. You'll be on the road almost every day.
Iggy: Oh no, I can't do that. My mudda worries about me, and if I'm not home by 6 o'clock, she calls the police.
Curly: Look, if you can handle it, then she can. Besides, by the sound of your stories, she won't miss you.
Iggy: Well, if it's gonna help me, I guess I'd better do it. Thank you so much, Mister nice midget person!
Curly: Thank you so much. Big, door.
Mr. Big grabs Iggy and tosses him out the door.
Iggy: (oc) Owww, with the hurting!
Curly: He's gonna get eaten alive out there.
Commercial featuring WCBAWAN highlights
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Maelstrom
AC Slater
The Tide Will Turn!
Posts: 236
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Post by Maelstrom on Nov 4, 2005 19:57:15 GMT -5
*Meanwhile in the Aquarium we find Maelstrom checking on some of his fish, the Tri-State Championship hangs around his waist . . . Sum Guy walks up to him*
SUM GUY: Hi I'm Sum Guy and I fell out of my bunk bed this morning! . . . so Maelstrom can you tell me and the audience if anyone has come forward yet to take up your challenge?
*Maelstrom turns to Sum*
MAELSTROM: to answer your question Sum . . . not one pers . .
*On that a charming chap walks in, he is wearing a suit, carries a cane and a bowler hat sits atop his head, he offers his hand to Maelstrom.*
MAELSTROM: Hey, whoever you are I'm not falling for that trick . .
*The Man retracts his hand, and looks at Maelstrom with contempt*
PAT " THE JAGUAR " ANDREWS (In a claasic old English accent): I say! . . How terribly rude not to accept a gentlemans hand . . but an uncouth chap such as yourself wouldn't know the right way of doing things I suppose, what . .
*Pat twirls his moustache pompously*
MAELSTROM: What?
PAT " THE JAGUAR " ANDREWS:: What, Indeed! . . now listen here my dear fellow, my name is Pat Andrews, Boxer and profesional Amateur English wrestler Extraordinaire . . but back in Blighty they called me "The Jaguar", what ho!
*Maelstrom looks around his Aquarium in puzzlement*
MAELSTROM: huh? . . where's the Ho? . . I don't see the Godfater around here? . . .
PAT " THE JAGUAR " ANDREWS: Charming i'm sure, What!
MAELSTROM: . . was that a question? . .
*Maelstrom looks at Sum Guy who is equally confused by the eccentric behaviour of Pat Andrews*
PAT " THE JAGUAR " ANDREWS: Anyway, they called me the Jaguar because I was a bit of whizz at getting out of scrapes, you see . . the ol'one-two in a round of fisticuffs,what! . . . so here I am at the top of my game, and I accept your invitation for a chance of glory . .
MAELSTROM: .. er .. yeah, okay . . I'll see you in the ring then . .
PAT "THE JAGUAR" ANDREWS: Jolly good show ol'chap . . very sporting of you, very sporting indeed . . Tally-Ho!
*Pat Andrews walks off, as he goes a wrestler knocks his bowler hat off*
PAT " THE JAGUAR " ANDREWS: I say, you bounder! . .
*Pat gives chase to the wrestler who runs out of sight and around the corner. The camera returns to Maelstrom and Sum Guy*
MAELSTROM: . . There's you go Sum my first title defense . . and its jolly sporting of me, apparently . . . but despite that man's confidence . . at the end of the river . . . The Tide Will Turn!
(cut to commercial)
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Post by paulpodanski on Nov 4, 2005 20:02:54 GMT -5
Announcer: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is for the Unofficial Toolshed Championship!!!
Suddenly the sound of a bunch of people saying the word Armbar can be heard from the Toomitron as Armbar walks out to the ring.
Announcer: Introducing first from... is this right? Armbar... Armbaria. Weighing in at... 30 Armbars, Armbar!
Armbar gets absolutely no heat from the marks, but the smarks start chanting Armbar! Armbar! Armbar! He enters the ring and paces around a bit, waiting for his opponent.
He doesn't have to wait long as Let the Bodies Hit the Floor starts up and paul Podanski storms out to the stage, carrying his garbage bag full of goodies. The crowd cheers as he slings it around in the air, the belt around his neck as he comes speeding down the ramp and somehow slides into the ring, He throws down his bag only to have Armbar run forward and lock in... an armbar. Paul looks down at Armbar and simply smacks him on the head. Armbar lets go of his hold and groans a bit as he's lifted up for the manhattan drop. Armbar groans as he comes down hard, the force knocking him down to the mat. Paul dusts off his hands and points to the bag, the crowd popping loudly.
He walks over and pulls out a bunch of dirty dishes? He takes a plate and walks over to a rising Armbar and smashes it over his head into a million pieces. The crowd cheers as Armbar holds his now sore head. Paul grabs another palte and slams it voer his head as well, Armbar now on his knees. Paul grabs the last one, runs backwards and bounces off the ropes nailing the plate with a knee smash against Armbar's face. He slumps over immediately. Paul goes for the cover. 1....2...3!!!
Announcer: Here is your winner... and still the Toolshed Champion, Paul Podanski!!!
Paul grabs the mike and looks at the announcer
Podanski: Oh come on. These people aren't done watching me kick ass and take names! So... anyone else want a piece... of Podanski?
Suddenly more chanting starts up as Leglock and Resthold storm out to the ring, to help their leader. Paul looks over and motions for them to bring it. They each slide into the ring, obviously the three are triplets or something. Leglock locks in a leg lock and Resthold locks in... some kind of sleeper hold. Paul reaches from behind him and flips Resthold off his back and out of the ring, his face smashing against the mat and knocking him out cold. He then grabs the chest of Leglock and lfits him off his leg and up for some kind of chokeslam... but gripping the chest. Leglock groans as he's slammed down into the mat. The crowd cheers.
Paul smirks and slides out of the ring, rolling Resthold into the ring as well. He then stacks all three of them on top of each other... and points to the turnbuckle. But before he heads over, he grabs a pool cue and smashes it over all three of their bodies. He drops the cue and climbs up, then leaps off going for the Three Man Appaulachian Mountain Splash. He connects and quickly goes for a pin.
1....2....3!!!
Announcer: here is your winner again... Paul Podanski!!!
Paul smirks and exits the ring, taking his belt and his bag of weapons and exitting the ring and heading backstage. But before he can leave, he gets attacked with a steel chair by the manager of the Submission Bros, Weapon Attack. Paul goes down and hits the ramp as Weapon Attack goes for a cover. 1...2...
But no! Paul immediately kicks out. Weapon Attack can't believe it! He slowly backs away as Paul rises up, reaching up and rubbing his forehead, there's no blood. He looks at Weapon Attack who tries to swing again, but Paul catches the chair instead. He tosses it away and smirks. Weapon attack is on the edge of the ramp now. Paul quickly hoists him up and starts spinning around... 1...2....3....4...5...6...7...8....9....10! He powerbombs him into oblivion off the steel ramp to a huge pop. The crowd starts chanting Holy S*** Holy S*** Holy S***
Paul smirks and walks down to the fallen Weapon Attack and puts a foot on him. A referee runs over and counts. 1....2.....3!!!
Announcer: Yet again... here is your winner... and still the unofficial Toolshed Champion, Paul Podanski!!!
Paul salutes the crowd and quickly picks up his bag and belt again and walks up the steel ramp as we fade to commercial.
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