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Post by crauswell on Jan 9, 2006 10:48:57 GMT -5
Crauswell can be seen backstage... watching the Digimon Show. You can hear moans of pleasure as he does so, when suddenly Sum Guy busts right into the room.
Sum Guy: I'm Sum Guy and.... AHHHHHHHHHH!!!
Crauswell quickly shuts off the television set and turns around.
Crauswell: What the hell are you doing barging in here? Haven't you ever heard of the pratice of KNOCKING on doors?!
Sum Guy: Well ummmm... sorry about that. Were you just watching that Japanese Show with those computer things and...
Crauswell: Oh... so you assume that I would watch shows with... animal like creatures in them just so I can... well. What if I enjoyed the story? What if I took pleasure in their adventures...
Sum Guy: Dude... it's Digimon.
Crauswell: So what...
Sum Guy shakes of his feelings of shock.
Sum Guy: Well... I'd just like to get your thoughts on not being invited to Toomi's House Party II last night. Were you busy or something?
Crauswell: It's quite simple really. Toomi told me personally I'd best not show up... to not risk being ridiculed for being in my costume. He even had the nerve to tell me to wear soemthing other than this... like formal wear!
Sum Guy: Awwww... that's too bad. It was great... I mean, after the wrestling part, there were...
Crauswell: Let me guess... were there Balloon animals? Pony rides? Pin the tail on the Donkey?! THAT'S WHAT YOU WERE GOING TO SAY RIGHT?!
Sum Guy backs up a bit.
Sum Guy: Well... ummmm... there was all that. But I didn't mean it like that...
Crauswell: I don't care how you meant it... you best just not even speak about it.
Sum Guy: Well... whatever you say dude...
Crauswell: And stop saying dude... that's annoying as HELL!
Sum Guy: Ok... Du... I mean... Dudette?
The gryphon man gets up and kicks Sum Guy right in the face.
Crauswell: I am NOT a woman! I am a pure male... you assume my gender because I speak with a slightly high pitched voice. So what?
Sum: Oww.... my... nose... and eyes... and mouth... and I think the ears too...
Crauswell: Don't worry Sum... I'll answer all questions later... when I feel like it. Now get the HELL out of my room before I do to you what I do to everyone who angers me!!!
Sum slowly stands up.
Sum: Erm... I'mSumGuyandimgettingouttaherewhilethegettinsgood!
He dashes off. Crauswell sighs and sits back down... turning the tv back on. Unfortunately he sees the credits rolling by now... though squished.
Crauswell: ..... Damn you Sum Guy.
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Post by Trik Turner on Jan 9, 2006 11:05:03 GMT -5
(Trik Turner is walking down the hallway, proud of what he had done the night before at the House Party. Sum Guy rushes up to him.)
Sum Guy: Excuse me. Excuse me. Trik Turner. I'm Sum Guy & I have been doing alot of interviews lately. May I have a word with you?
(Trik stops & turns.)
Trik: What do you want fella?
Sum: What do I want? What do I want? My question is, what do you want?
Trik: Whatever do you mean little man?
Sum: Well, you didn't even interview for the Survival Cage, yet somehow you managed to get involved with it.
Trik: Yes, you are correct. You must have been paying attention last night then. Very good.
Sum: But Trik, why? Why did you do it then if you didn't even interview for the match?
Trik: Well Sum, I told everybody at the start. It's not about the titles right now. It's about proving myself. And HitmanMark's return set the stage for me to show just the true meaning of perfection. See, prior to entering EWT, I was a fan of his. The man was a true mat technician. Last night proved it. And as I wrestled the independent circuit, I dreamt of a chance to face one of EWT's elite...and they all retired.
Hitman came back. And I am here. So I want to meet Hitman in the ring.
Sum: But why did you cost him the match? Had he won, you could have attacked him & faced him for the belt.
Trik: Are you not paying attention? Are you that stupid to interview somebody & not pay attention? I'm Trik Turner. And I don't need no championship to prove who I am. And if Hitman had won the championship last night, I never would have gotten him in the ring. There's return clauses. There's former champion clauses. There's everybody pawing & craving him.
Last night wasn't Hitman's night. It wasn't all about Hitman. It wasn't about the championship. It was about me firing the first shot in the start of something beautiful. And because of that, there's more then meets the eye. There's Trik Turner. Now excuse me, I have a match to get ready for.
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Post by #Classic Hi-Definition X on Jan 9, 2006 12:21:55 GMT -5
Hoss Matthews: Joining me right now is the Heartbreak Hitman Bret Michaels. Bret, you gave a good effort in the Survival Cage match at Toomi's House Party II, but how does it feel knowing that you're not the EWT Heavyweight Champion?
HBH: How do I feel? HOW DO I FEEL?! Did you not see what happened out there? I had everything going my way until that big buffoon Gasoline came out and ruined everything. If it wasn't for him, I would be the EWT Heavyweight Champion right now. Hoss, I was SCREWED out of being champion. And if I EVER see that oaf, I'm gonna make him pay dearly! Now get out of here!
*HBH shoves Hoss Matthews away and finds Rosa*
HBH: Hey! Where the hell were you last night?
Rosa: Taking care of business.
HBH: You mean losing to Tanya Flaire?
Rosa: So she got one over me. Big whoop. That doesn't concern me right now. What does, however is me being able to win the GND title at Girls Night Out. What's it to you?
HBH: In case you didn't notice, Gasoline jumped me last night. Not only did he cost me a shot at the EWT title, but he powerbombed me through the ring!
Rosa: And you're telling me this because...?
HBH: You were supposed to be out there protecting me.
Rosa: And put my body in that kind of danger?
HBH: That hasn't stopped you before.
Rosa: Yeah, and what has that accomplished? Me being powerbombed over and over and over. You know what? I'm done.
HBH: What do you mean you're done?
Rosa: I mean I'm done getting in the middle of this fight between you two. You two want to beat the hell out of each other. Fine, be my guest. But I'm not going to help. Not this time. And I suggest that you calm down before talking to me again.
*Rosa walks off*
HBH: Fine, go! I don't need you!
*HBH walks off frustrated*
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Post by Gasoline: Gen. Tech Member on Jan 9, 2006 12:45:16 GMT -5
*Cut to ringside. "Gas Power" hits. Gasoline walks out and the crowd goes wild. He gets into the ring, raises a fist and grabs a mic. The crowd starts chanting "GAS-O-LINE! GAS-O-LINE!" Gas waits for the crowd to quiet down some before speaking*
Gas: In case you haven't noticed, I'm back, and I'm better than ever!
*Crowd cheers loudly*
Gas: First of all, I would like to congratulate Limey for winning the EWT Heavyweight title last night. It was well deserved. Secondly, now that I'm back, it's time to clean up some unfinished business. Unfinished business with a man goes by the name Bret Michaels.
*Crowd boos at the mention of HBH's name*
Gas: How does it feel, Bret? How does it feel knowing that the shoe is on the other foot now? While I was at home resting, I watched as you ran your mouth as usual, talking about how you were going to win the EWT Heavyweight title. That's when I knew I had to strike. Do you remember back when you were tag champions with Limey that you promised me that I would get the other tag title? That never happened, did it Bret? No! You went back on you word. You say you were screwed last night? I say damn right you were screwed. You screwed me out of getting that tag title. There's a saying that goes "Payback's a b****", and last night proved no different when I came out, screwed you out of your title shot, and watched HitmanMark cover you in the middle of the ring 1, 2, 3.
*Fans cheer*
Gas: Now Bret, I know you're back there, and I'm challenging you to come out here so I can finish what you started!
*Fans cheer loudly. "Sexy Guy" hits and HBH runs to the ring and lunges toward Gasoline. HBH and Gas exchange a flurry of punches. Officials then come out to try and separate the two. It takes a while, but they eventually haul HBH off to the back. HBH and Gas exchange some words between each other*
*Fade to commercial*
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Maelstrom
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Post by Maelstrom on Jan 9, 2006 14:25:11 GMT -5
Back in the EWT Arena and Howard Finkel has the microphone
THE FINK: The following match is a non-title match for one fall! ... Introducing first ...
The classic choir of Flex's music begins to play
THE FINK: .. from Nuremburg, Germany ... he weighs in at around 330lbs of pure brilliance, his arms are 30 inches round, a waist 38, legs 24 & at a height of 6" 7 .... accompanied to the ring by his creator, The Doctor of Muscletology, Dr. Frederick Delavier ...
the choir gets louder as the beautiful Flexettes walk out in a line there arms raised high
THE FINK: .. He is ... The Genetic Superman ... and Six Time Scammy Award winner .... FLEX .... MAAAAAAGNIIIIIIIFICEEEEEEEEENT!!
On that rousing announcement Flex strides out from the back with the good Doctor ... his cape billowing behind him as the Flexettes move up and down in praise of the Magnificent specimen. Flex and the Doctor get to the ring and climb inside. Flex unties his cape and poses as the Doctor departs cape in hand and stands by ringside. The Fink prepares to announce his opponent ... when the Toomi-tron suddenly springs into life ... its Maelstrom and he's standing alongside Josh Matthews ... Flex watches as the Camera cuts up to the huge screen
MAELSTROM: ... Hold up there Fink, grab yourself a seat I might be a minute here ...off you go Sean ...
JOSH MATTHEWS: Hello everyone, I'm here with the Tri-State Champion Maelstrom who in a few minutes will be going toe-to-toe with Flex Magnificent ... so Maelstrom did you hear what Flex had to say earlier and if so what were your thoughts on it? ...
MAELSTROM: ... Due to Funeral arrangements for Barracus I couldn't catch it Sean, so perhaps we could get a replay?
JOSH MATTHEWS: Roll it!
The screen cuts to Flex's interview hours earlier with Mean Gene .. the highlights are shown .. the main one being ..
MANIFLEX DESTINY WAITS FO NO MON!!!!!! Dis is inevitable....Learn do accept it....Learn do live wit it....Und learn do....DIE BY IT!!!!
the highlight reel finishes and it goes back to Maelstrom and Matthews
JOSH MATTHEWS: So there you have it Maelstrom what do you think?
Maelstrom scratches his head, and re-adjusts the EWT Tri-State Title on his shoulder
MAELSTROM: Well Sean, one thing is very clear to me ...... and that is that Flex needs elocution lessons! ...
cutting back to the ring the crowd cheers as Flex shakes the ropes in anger at Maelstrom's shot
MAELSTROM: Now Josh, in all seriousness I do understand one thing about Flex ... unlike that attempt at an interview ...and that is that the only thing you will be doing after this upcoming match .. is picking up your loose teeth! ... for you see Flex despite what you may think you are not destined for greatness or glory ... the only destiny awaiting you is a the endless waters of the ... Whirlpool!! ... and that is because Flex ... finally your Tide of destruction is a bout to turn for the worse! ...
Maelstrom pushes Josh out the way and walks off screen, back in the ring Flex is furious as he crushes the ring ropes in his hands demanding Maelstrom comes out to the ring right no ....
"Apocalypse Please's" first chords crash out from the speakers as the smoke rises from the stage! ... The crowd roars as the smoke spirals up towards the roof and there is Maelstrom! .. he points at Flex telling him he is going down .. before heading to the ring .. as he does this we cut to the announce team of J.R, Jerry 'the King' Lawler
J.R: Hello everyone, this match we have here is going to be a real slobberknocker! ... these two giant studs are going on a collision course ... Maelstrom has the slight height advantage ... but Flex is clearly packing more poundage ..
KING: .. of course that poundage as you put it J.R is sheer muscle .. don't tell Flex he has any body fat on him ... he might slap on that Flex Capcitator of his ... and I'm not saving you from that! ...
J.R: thanks for the support King .. anyway lets get down to the ring ...
Back at in the ring and Maelstrom has just handed the time keeper the Tri-State Title ,... Flex wants to attack Maelstrom from behind but the referee is holding him back ... Maelstrom turns and walks to the centre of the ring, to go face-to-face with Flex ... the two men stand there barely inches from each other .. the ref signals and the bell rings !
The two men barely move, except for a few words between the two. Suddenly Maelstrom lashes out with a big punch, Flex returns the favor and we have an exchange of blows between the two men .. neither backing down or relenting there ferocity ... Flex after a few minutes of this, jabs Maelstrom in the eye .. much to Dr. Delavier's delight .. Flex follows up by grabbing Maelstrom and throwing him into the ropes. As Maelstrom's momentum hurtles him back toward Flex, Flex waits and then nails a clothesline ... but it has little effect on Maelstrom who staggers back a step ... Flex tries again but gets the same result ..
The crowd starts up a 'Lets go Maelstrom' chant
Getting more angry Flex attempts the same technique again .. but Maelstrom has gotten wise to it and reverses Flex's whip ... Flex bounces off the ropes .. and Maelstrom tries a big boot .. but Flex takes it like a mere mosquito bite ... Maelstrom can't believe it and bounces off the ropes himself and tries a hard running clothesline .. but Flex takes the blow and only staggers a few feet ...
J.R: Bawhh Gawd Keeng! what will it take to knock these two men down?
KING: Well Rosa in the latest EWT Diva magazine knocked me for a loop in a string lace bikini number, maybe that would work?
J.R: Keep the mind on the match King!
As the commentary box bicker over whether Rosa's beauty would knock out the two Hoss's in the ring, the two men circle each other as there first foray against one another has had little impact .. They are about to tie up when ...
'Some horse riding music starts up ... and out comes The Outlaw! ... Flex and Maelstrom stop to watch the Outlaw ... but he just stands there with his cowboy hat, he makes a fake revolver shot motion to both men and then heads to the commentary box ..
Distracted by Outlaw's appearance Maelstrom gets clocked in the back of the head with a forearm from Flex sending the Tri-State champion into the corner. Flex now with the advantage lays into Maelstrom with a few gut-crunching shoulder thrusts. Satisfied that he's done some damage Flex backs up at the urging of Delavier .. and then charges in with a large back elbow ... Maelstrom staggers out of the corner and into a nasty looking powerslam form Flex .... as the fans chant .. 'He can't wrestle' .. Flex tries for a cover ..
1,2 ...
J.R: He kicked out! ..
OUTLAW: Well ... yee-haw .. I thought that there was it for this match ... yes indeed ...
Maelstrom kicks out much to Flex's annoyance ... Flex argues with the ref before picking up Maelstrom .. but that split second gives Maelstrom the chance to catch Flex with blow to the ribs ... which he follows up with two more ... Flex holds his ribs as Maelstrom rises up and headbutts Flex. Maelstrom then grabs Flex .. and hits a bodyslam! ... Maelstrom continues with a legdrop and an elbow drop into a cover ..
1,2 ..
Flex Powers out as the Outlaw gets to his feet at the commentary table. Maelstrom watches as Flex climbs to his feet and grabs him in a headlock .. and tries to suplex Flex ... but in a rare show of wrestling ability Flex counters and hits the suplex on Maelstrom ... Flex poses for the crowd and receives a volley of hatred and bile form the crowd ... this though gives Maelstrom a chance to recover and slowly he gets up near the ring ropes ... Flex seeing this throws a punch but Maelstrom blocks it and they begin to trade savage punches with one another ...
Meanwhile the Outlaw has left the commentary box and is now at ring side ... he jumps on the apron and starts yelling at both men ... who despite hating each other turn to the Outlaw and nail him with a double punch, sending him flying tot the arena floor and his hat into the crowd, before returning to there slugfest
Whilst the Outlaw holds his jaw in pain ... Maelstrom and Flex have challenged each other to a test of strength .. there hands are locked as both men strain against one another! .. Veins are beginning to bulge and pulse as two immensely strong forces try to find a way past ...
J.R: Good Gaaawd ... which man is stronger .. which man!! ...
As the two titans of strength try to find out the answer, the Outlaw has grabbed a chair from ringside ... The Ref too busy dealing with Delavier who is trying to help Flex ...doesn't see Outlaw enter the ring ... he charges both men ... they see the Outlaw though and break there power struggle and fling him over the top rope! .. but Outlaw has grabbed both there arms on his way out and pulls both men over the top-rope with his momentum .. they both land face first onto he concrete floor
As the chants about 'special animal waste products' comes from the audience, Maelstrom and Flex lie on the ground unmoving. Meanwhile the Ref gets in Outlaws face and after much arguing he sends him to the back ... Meanwhile both Flex and Maelstrom are back up ... a crimson mask on both there faces from the nasty tumble ... they immediately lock up viciously ... occasionally getting the odd punch in .. this has turned into a nasty brawl ... the ref tries to break the two guys up, but has no success .. Flex rams Maelstrom's head into the ring post .. and in turn Maelstrom throws Flex into the crowd ... a big breasted female fan takes the brunt of Flex's fall ...
KING: Oh No!! .. someone save those puppies!!
The two men are just not stopping as they continue to slug away at each other in the crowd ... the Ref fed up of this calls for the bell ...
As Flex and Maelstrom's bloody fighting continues, the Fink grabs the microphone
THE FINK: The result of this match .... due to both participants refusing to listen tot he ref and the rules ... is a no-contest!! ....
Despite the announcement .. the two behemoths continue to try and maim one another .. eventually they are separated by about ten officials and wrestlers ... the two men continue to shout obscenities at each other as the camera cuts to a commercial
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Post by DQorDie on Jan 9, 2006 16:35:02 GMT -5
*The PsychaDeli theme begins with the sitar strum as the opening title pops up on the screen. The members are in place as the camera motions over to the Salami Swami who begins his humble greeting to the fans while sitting lotus position on a fluffy purple pillow.*
Salamo Swami: Aaah good tidings & many many bountiful welcomes to the PsychaDeli with your host, Paraslice!
*The Salami Swami puts his hand together as if in prayer up towards his forehead & bows as Paraslice make his way out of the meat locker/ host entrance door. He bobs his head to the music with his fake afro wig moving to & fro with the beat. Paraslice makes it to position as the camera focuses on him.*
Paraslice: Dayum! We’re back for our third week in a row. BOO YEAH!! Folks....Today we have ourselves a very...special PsychaDeli. Now & then we like to take our time out to support the up & comers here in the EWT. Being that we’re all new to this fine organization I thought it’d be best to bring on the Deli one of the EWT’s latest rising stars. Much like the phoenix custom he has worn he’s certainly rising up the ladder here in the EWT like one which a shocking upset over established EWT star, Theo Rumm. This man goes simply by the name of Crauswell[/i]. The furry with fury, but before we get to him there’s a little matter of personal business that we like to take care of & air out here on the Deli. Mainly this area of business &/or grievances has to do with a certain PAUL PODANSKI.. All I really have to say about PAUL PODANSKI is....Paul...I think we have something you’re looking for. Much like our products it’s old....wrinkly.....dryed up.....reeks of Camo Malt Liquor.....and.....much like how we prepare our fine products she is beating a whole ‘nother meat that isn’t quite kosher enough to be the Deli. Podanski.....This is only the beginning. My deconstruction of your EWT tenure will be long & painful because let it be known.....I’m not just here for that Toolshed Division title.....I’m here to see your crumpled up like a peice of paper....To feel the anguish & self-loathing my brother felt to kill himself that dreaded night. Just like I lost a family member, Paul, so will you.....And I’ll make sure like our rotisserie chickens....I’m going to reveal in your slow basting agony. Hahahaha.
The crowd boos Paraslice very loudly as Paraslice soaks it in along with the overseasoning done to the month old hams. Paraslice: Well let’s not keep our guest waiting any longer.
Broken Wings starts up as huge pyros go off once again, Crauswell slowly walks down the ramp in his costumed glory. The crowd boos him pretty hard as he totally ignores them all. He opens & walks through the Psychdeli door, with the bell ringing.
Ol’ King Cold Cuts: HERE YE! HERE YE! Whaaa....
Ol’ King Cold Cuts takes one look at Crauswell & is befuddled at what he sees. He takes off his crown & starts scratching his head in amazement. Senor Splash catches wind, as well as breaks it, of Crauswell’s entrance. He immediately drops his mop along with a load in his pants & hightails it under the couch the guest couch by the register/interview area.. With the girth that is Senor Splash the couch is now no longer touching the ground. Crauswell continues on looking at Paraslice, completely ignoring Ol’ King Cold Cuts and makes his way to the couch. Crauswell sits down, but due to Senor Splash lifting thecouch off the ground with his hairy back Crauswell gets off & looks at Senor Splash. Senor Splash is underneath whimpering while holding a pair of rosary beads in his hands going by each bead one by one. Splash finally looks up & is now making eye contact with Crauswell. Upon mere site of Crauswell Splash gets from under the couch speaking in Spanish for him to back off. Senor Splash backs himself up against the glass showcase & proceeds to pass out in a pile of his own shit & piss.
Crauswell turns around & simply sits down, barely moving at all. And of course you can't tell what he's thinking because of the mask.
Crauswell: Greetings... I am glad to be here. Though it's quite uncommon to be invited onto a show after only a week or so of being on the roster. I guess that says something about myself.
Paraslice: Indeed it does..Which brings me to my first peice of conversation... ... I saw your debut match... most people don't debut against actual EWT Superstars... and what you did to Theo Rumm... well, my friend I was quite impressed with what I saw. You must have alot of muscle beneath that... costume of yours.
Crauswell looks up.
Crauswell: Costume? COSTUME?! I would prefer you refer to it as a furry suit... this isn't Halloween or anything like that. Do you think that I would dress up like this every year in halloween? Of course not!!! I'd perhaps dress up as... a ghost... or a vampire... or that frankenstein thing or...
Delicious Dick: The Wolfman?
Crauswell stands up immediately and grabs Dick by the throat.
Crauswell: THE WOLFMAN?! You think that just because I'm a furry... my favorite movie characters are obviously... The Wolfman... or King Kong... or Godzilla... what if I liked another movie?! No... you only stereotype us... you only...
Paraslice: Okay okay.....Sorry for Dick’s outburst...Calm down. Have a free sample *holds up a tray of cheese cubes*
Crauswell lets go of Dick and sits back down in his chair. Delicious Dick backs up about a COUNTRY MILE from Crauswell whiping his pig like sweat from off his ham & egger brow.
Paraslice: So... Crauswell, anyone in the EWT you have your eyes on? Crauswell: Hmmmm... well the HBMS for one. Not for any real reason... just I was impressed with them. I'm not a tag team style wrestler myself... at least not for now. However... there's is just something about that team.
Dick: Ummm... are you talking about that Yappy dog that Monica Pinecone carries around?
Crauswell: WHAT?!
Paraslice: No no... he said... Europeanese.... fog!!! Yeah that's it.
The Gryphon looks at Paraslice... then at Dick.
Crauswell: I can't say I beleive you... but I really don't need blood on my suit, especially since I'd have to dry clean it myself! No they won't clean furry costumes apparently... that might wierd people out! It makes me sick...
Paraslice: Well... I'm sorry to hear that. So.. would you like some meat... or are you one of those veggietarians things?
Crauswell: Again... you assume since I'm a furry, I don't eat meat... typical stereotype for us isn't us? THE FURRY CAN'T EAT MEAT... HE LOVES MEAT!
Paraslice: I didn't mean it like that! I was just asking... is all.
Crauswell: Well to answer your question... Gryphon's eat meat... I eat meat. There... happy?
Paraslice: Ok... now then another question. I swear this one is... furry friendly.
Paraslice laughs a bit. Crauswell just sits there, staring behind his mask.
Paraslice: How do you stay cool in that suit of yours? It must get pretty hot...
Crauswell: Well that's actually an interesting question... I'll answer that. You see... I have my lockeroom... which I personally requested for Toom E Dangerously to keep at the lowest setting possible. Therefore... my body stays cool... and I stay warm because of my costume. It's like cause and effect.
Dick: Wouldn't it just be easier to just take off your costume when you don't wrestle matches?
Crauswell: TAKE OFF MY COSTUME?! I told you... it's a damn furry suit... what if I told you to take off your own head?!
Dick: Well... do you really have to wear it all the time? It's not like anybody cares what you look like underneath. The gryphon man sighs.
Crauswell: What I look like... underneath is my business... and my business alone. When I feel like taking my costume off... I will do so... if I ever decide to do something so stupid.
Paraslice: Ok... ok... no more furry offending questions. I promise. What do you think of... the current champions of the EWT?
Crauswell looks at Paraslice.
Crauswell: Hmmm... well to start at the bottom rung... and I do MEAN bottom, there's Paul Podanski... the Toolshed Champion. I heard what he said to me... a NUTJOB AM I? Oh sure... all FURRIES are nutjobs because we parade around in animal suits... while you are completely sane, drinking beer almost 24/7, carrying out garbage every week, using the same spinning powerbomb every week... it's not impressive! And while we're on the subject... let's talk about the Tag Team Champions, The Ragnals. They referred to me as an animal... AN ANIMAL!!! I may look like one of them... but I can assure them that though I have the instincts of an animal... I am certainly not one myself!!! As for the others... I have no reason to hate them... I even respect Maelstrom... for his own open obsession with fish.
Paraslice: Ok... ok... the Handsome Boy Modeling School hates the Ragnals... this... guy...
Crauswell: CRAUSWELL!!!
Paraslice: Ummm yes... Crauswell hates the Ragnals. I guess alot of people hate the Ragnals. But one last question.
Crauswell: Go ahead
Paraslice: Is there anyone currently in your line of sights... besides the champions?
Crauswell: As of now.. no. But if Theo Rumm wants to try his luck again... I will await him with open claws.... er arms.
Dick: Actually... I think it was claws.
Crauswell looks at Dick.
*Senor Splash begins to awake from his slumber. The drool is still fresh on his mouth from the nap/passing out. He slowly opens his eyes & sees Craswell’s gryphon head & begins screaming again. He’s still pushed up against the glass of the display case as Crauswell begins walking over to him. Crauswell inches up on him slowly & makes it face to face with Senor Splash*
Senor Splash: Senor Bird Man please.....Please don’t eat me! I’ll be a good luchador. I promise! But Please! No mas! Please! I promise to cage your newspaper 3 times a week & give you fresh pellets in your cage, but please don’t eat me!
Crasuwell: CAGE!?!?!?!!!!!! *puts his claw over Senor Splash’s face as he screams like a little girl yelling, “NO MAS!” Crauswell slowly lets go as Senor Splash runs out the PsychaDeli door* EWT....I CAN NOT BE CAGED!!! I am here for wrestling dominance in the pursuit of equality for furries. And that newspaper this obese luchador mentioned....It won’t be used in any sort of cage for living, but I’ll be more than happy to use it to roll up each EWT Superstar one by one & bury them in the back in the backyard where it seems they got most of their wrestling skill. Just like I’ve been embarassed by each & every one of your out there in the crowd as I have by these wrestlers I will show them that this furry is pure fury. Theo Rumm felt it. So who will be next?
*Broken Wings begins playing as Crauswell slowly makes his way out the Deli door. Paraslice as well as the other members of the PsychaDeli look on in shock as we fade to a commericial*
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DQorDie
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Post by DQorDie on Jan 9, 2006 16:54:11 GMT -5
Sean Mooney is backstage waiting for the latest word after that hellacious Flex Magnificent-Maelstrom match.
Sean Mooney: Hi, everyone, I’m here at Flex Magnificent’s locker room. He has just had one helluva battle with what seems to be his counterpart here in the EWT, Maelstrom. It took almost 20 men to get these men off of one another &....
Flex begins walking out of his locker room with Dr. Delavier. Both men are dressed up although Flex has some bandaging on his head from the impact felt after all men fell out of the ring. Mooney stops them to get a word.
SM: Flex Magnificent! Dr. Delavier! May I have a word with you about that bout with Maelstrom today.
Dr. Frederick Delavier: His magnificence is not feeling up to par, but he will entertain your questions, Sean. But please keep it quick we have other appointments.
SM: Yes, Flex Magnificent. It really seems like you have met your match here in the EWT
Flex Magnificent: CORRECTION!!! MALE STRUM HAS MET HIS MATCH!!! Listen do me Fish Monger....Dis is only de beginning. We collided in dat ring like titans, but I was holding back. I’m not going do dodally obliterate you. I wunt some peice of you left fo our title match. Becuz if I kill you much like I killed yo stupid tadpole dey would vacant dat tidle und put in sometin stupeed like a tournament o a baddle royale. *closes his eyes & screams* NOOOOOO! Becoz dere is only room fo one big man in de EWT und you auh looking at him. I wunt do be known as de mon who not only ended Psycho Ape’s career, but also yours Male Strum. Dis match I descaled you....Next match I will fry you!!! Und DAT is....Maniflex Destiny!!!
SM: One more thing....Any comments on Limey winning the World Heavyweight Title?
FM: *looks infuriated at the mere mention of the name & starts shaking......but stops* Actually....yes......It only goes do show wut laying on yo back can do fo you....And dat not only goes do Limey, but also his skank g/f Carla....Because we all know WHY she won de Womin’s tidle und we should all know wut works can not be fixed...So why not a Wurl Tidle too, huh Limey? Because we all know Limey is de jobber do de stars....He couldn’t catch a break in a special Olympics football game! Let alone win it!
SM: That’s disgusting! How could you say such a thing.
FM: Easy! Wit my mouf...Just like Carla. Hahahaha!!! Limey if yo even champion aftuh I yam done wit dis fish monger yo bettuh polish dat belt up fo me und use yo lemon pledge because once I am done winning dis peice of tin off Male Strum I will make sho dat I finish de job dat I started. Und dere will certainly be a lime deficiency here in de EWT courtesy of Maniflex Destiny! Let’s go, boss!
Flex & Dr. Delavier exit the premisis as Sean Mooney looks at him in amazement.
Sean Mooney: Cocky & confident. 2 things that neither Maelstrom nor Limey can take away from Flex Magnificent. Let’s go back to you guys.
Fade to next segment.
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Post by Moxie loves Natalie on Jan 9, 2006 17:09:57 GMT -5
<Moxie is in the EMT's Room, getting his ribs wrapped>
EMT: You'll need to go to the hospital, Mister.
Moxie: To HELL with that.
EMT: Sir...
<Moxie gets up, and falls onto his hands and knees. The EMT goes to check the fallen former champion, But Moxie pushes him away>
Moxie: Limey, you want a rematch... <Moxie breathes heavy> You got it...
<Moxie falls over, clenching his ribs, and as we fade out, the EMT shouts for more serious Medical Attention
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Post by Koda, Master Crunchyroller on Jan 9, 2006 18:20:53 GMT -5
OOC: sorry, Toom, was busy lately.....
BIC:
Lillian is standing in the ring ready to announce the next match.
*Stricken by Disturbed plays as Koda comes out to his pyro show*
Lillian: Introducing from Oklahoma City, Oklahoma, Koda Kazar!
*Koda high fives fans and gives a little boy in the crowd his t-shirt. Koda slides in the ring and waits*
*Raven's music plays as he comes out with a hard look on his face.*
Raven rushes at Koda, but Koda gives him a deep arm drag. Koda then gives him a diving dropkick to the face. Raven rolls over holding his mouth. Koda whips Raven into the ropes and gives him a flapjack facebuster. Koda then hits a standing moonsault and goes for a pin.
1! 2! Kickout!
Raven slowly gets up and thumbs Koda in the eye. Raven then gives Koda a body slam. Raven then picks up Koda and gives him a suplex. Raven whips Koda into the ropes and gives him a running knee to the gut. Raven stalks Koda as he readies for a Raven Effect. Raven goes for his finisher DDT, but Koda counters it with a Northern Lights Suplex. Koda goes for a pin.
1! 2! Kickout!
Koda and Raven both lay down resting as the ref begins counting.
1! 2! 3! 4! 5! 6! 7!
Koda gets up and charges at Raven, but Raven ducks and Koda hits the ref with a flying forearm. Raven low blows Koda and gets a chair. Raven sets it out and gives Koda a drop toe hold into the chair. Raven lays out the chair and waits for Koda to get up. Raven hits Koda with a Raven Effect onto the chair! Raven wakes the ref up and kicks the chair out of the ring. Raven goes for a pin.
1! 2! Kickout!
Raven begins argueing with the ref. Koda slowly gets up as Raven goes to give him another Raven Effect, but Koda grabs the ropes and Raven goes crashing down back first. Koda quickly springboards off the top rope and hits the Stardust. Koda goes for a pin.
1! 2! 3!
Lillian: Here is your winner, Koda Kazar!
*The fans goes wild as Koda rolls out of the ring and grabs the chair. Koda places it around Raven's head and rams Raven head(and chair) first into the ringpost(between the turnbuckles). Koda leaves to the crowd cheering as Raven tumbles around as EMTs try to remove the chair.
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Post by kokobware3 on Jan 9, 2006 19:04:33 GMT -5
Fink- This match is scheduled for one fall and is a non title match. And already in the ring is Isaac Yankem! Sugar Hill Gang’s “Jump on It” blares through the loud speakers
Fink- Making his way to the ring standing at 6’2 and weighing in at 210 pounds from Rochester, New York Dr Insaneo!
Joey Styles- This is Doctor Insaneo’s debut match!
The action starts off with Yankem and Insaneo locking up. Yankem over powers Insaneo and shoves him down. Insaneo sits there shaking his head. Insaneo gets up and stares into Yankem’s eyes how towers over him. They lock up again this time with Insaneo winning and taking Yankem down with a headlock. Insaneo rests and then brings Yankem to his feet with the headlock. Yankem put his shoulder into Insaneo’s ribs and runs to the rope and delivers a killing clothesline. Yankem then flicks off the crowd and starts to talk trash. Meanwhile Insaneo is getting up and looks to hit a flying forearm on Yankem. Yankem catches him in mid air and powerslams Insaneo. Yankem hooks the leg and goes for the pin.
1! 2! Kickout!
Yankem hits the mat in fury. Yankem tugs on Insaneo’s hair and Insaneo get on his feet. Yankem delivers crushing blows to the head of Insaneo. The Yankem throws Insaneo to the ropes looking to deliver a Big Boot. Insaneo ducks and comes off the other ropes and this time hits the forearm! Yankem is still on his feet staggering. Insaneo get back up and runs off the rope to deliver a clothesline. Yankem still does not go down! This time Insaneo gets up pissed off. Insaneo runs to the ropes and looks to deliver another clothesline! But this time he is caught with Yankem’s hand around his throat! Yankem pulls Insaneo up for the chockeslam but Insaneo twits his body and gets out of it. Insane springboards off the middle ropes and delivers a dropkick to Yankem’s head! Insaneo quickly looks to lock on his death lock but can’t! Yankem elbows Insaneo’s head and delivers a Samoan Drop on Insaneo. Yankem goes for the pin.
1! 2! NOOOO!
Insaneo kicks out and Yankem get back up. Yankem now is signaling for a choke slam. Insaneo get up dazed. When he turns around Yankem trust his hand out but Insaneo takes his hand and takes Yankem down! Insaneo this time does not struggle and slaps on “The Death Lock.” Yankem taps out shortly after!
Joey Styles- Insaneo has won his first EWT match!
Fink- Ladies and Gentleman your winner Doctor Insaneo!
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Post by Virus aka Captain No-Nuts on Jan 9, 2006 21:30:05 GMT -5
Lillian: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!
(Heaven's a Lie begins to play as Virus makes his way down to the ring. The fans pop, and Virus lifts a hand up in acknowledgement as he strides down to the ring purposefully. He seems to be pretty focused as he goes through his normal in-ring warmups.)
Lillian: Introducing first, weighing in at 338 pounds, VIRUS!
JR: Here we go King! Both of these men came up short in the Gauntlet Match last night at Toomi's House Party II, but they aren't complaining at all. In fact, they're just going on with their business like true professionals!
King: Pssshhh, yeah right, JR! I'd eat your hat if inside these two men weren't FURIOUS about losing last night! Especially Virus, did you see his reaction after he lost! He slammed his fist down on that mat so hard a lesser man could have broken his wrist!
(Heaven's a Lie fades out, to be replaced by Bolt Bacana's theme. Bolt charges down to the ring.)
Lillian: And his opponent, BOLT! BACANA!
(The two waste no time sizing each other up as Lillian hastily exits the ring and Referee Lee calls for the bell.)
DING DING DING!
Virus starts things off with a stiff right that drops Bolt to the mat.
King: I think Virus is trying to knock Bolt Bacana's teeth right out of his mouth JR!
JR: Certaintly, Virus is punching the taste out of Bolt's mouth!
Bolt jumps right back up, but goes right back down to another haymaker. Another rise, another haymaker, until finally Bolt gets up and manages to dodge Virus's mammoth fist. Bolt starts to retaliate with quick lefts and rights, and he has Virus reeling, so Bolt bounces off the ropes, and cross-bodies Vi.. NO! VIRUS CAUGHT HIM! Virus steps forward a few steps, then throws Bolt Bacana over his head in a fall-away slam!
JR: What power by Virus there, King!
King: Not so fast, JR, Bolt landed on his feet! LOOK OUT!
Bolt indeed landed on his feet, and takes advantage of the fact that Virus doesn't know this by nailing a running bulldog on the big man! Both men immediately get up, and Bolt bounces off the ropes again. This time, however, he spins around Virus and uses the momentum of his rope bounce to send Virus sailing into the ropes!
Virus bounces off the ropes, then regains his wits in time to launch into the air in a massive cross-body! Bolt Bacana takes the full brunt of the impact and falls to the mat, but Virus rolls once he hits the mat and gets to his feet. Virus begins to circle Bolt Bacana like a vulture, obviously waiting for him to get up. Bacana slowly rises to his feet, turns around, and gets a hand slapped around his throat!
King: Here we go, JR!
With a tremendous force, Virus slams Bolt Bacana down to the mat in a chokeslam. Virus drops to his knees to make the cover...
1!... 2!... KICKOUT! Bacana manages a strong kickout at two and a half. Both men return to their feet, and Virus goes for a huge lariat, but misses as Bolt ducks under his arm. Bolt tries a clothesline of his own, but Virus ducks...
AND BOLT BACANA TAKES THE REFEREE DOWN WITH A CLOTHESLINE! The referee's head bounces sickeningly off the mat and he's out like a light. Bolt stares down at the referee's body for a second, shocked, before turning around into a waiting Virus's... NO! Bacana ducks the big boot attempt and counters with a huge spinning wheel kick that connects with Virus's jaw with authority! Virus drops like a sack of potatoes, but the referee will need to be revived!
The crowd tries to digest what they just saw as Bolt Bacana tries to revive Referee Lee to no avail. Just as Bolt is about to give up and signal for a new referee, The Risen Devil Scott Andrews charges the ring!
JR: And here comes the Risen Devil, King! What the hell is he doing down here?
King: He probably wants to get a few good shots in on Bolt, JR! He and EN Bunk hate Bacana's guts!
That's exactly what Andrews is looking to do, as he manages to catch Bolt Bacana off-guard. After a few punches, Andrews gets behind Bacana and hits a devasting suplex that looks like a German suplex moved into a Northern Lights suplex! Bacana is out like a light as well, and Andrews makes like firewood and splits before the new referee arrives. Referee Lee is still out.
JR: Dammit! Dammit! Dammit all to hell! Andrews had no right to be out here! Bolt Bacana had this match won until he showed up!
King: You've gotta admit though, that suplex was pretty devastating!
The new referee checks on both men, who still aren't stirring, and finally starts administering a ten count.
1!...2!...3!...4!...5!...6! Virus is using the ropes for support, as Bolt Bacana begins to stir as well.
7!...8!...Virus is to his feet, and Bolt isn't too far behind as the count stops. Virus stumbles over to the turnbuckle, and Bolt's there to meet him with a head smash! Bolt clambers up the turnbuckle and starts trying to hook Virus up into the Bolt from the Blue!
JR: Both men recover, and it looks like Bolt Bacana wants to go for the home-run swing, so to speak, King!
King: Yes, but is he crazy? There's no way he'll hit a top-rope Bolt from the Blue on Virus!
Virus struggles, and finally manages to chop a foot out from under Bolt. Bolt Bacana goes down hard on his family jewels, and Virus makes his way to the top rope! Virus lifts Bacana up and turns him around, and now the two are precariously balanced together on the turnbuckle! The crowd pops at this display of high-risk wrestling!
JR: They're getting into career-ending territory there, King!
King: No doubt about it, but you've gotta wonder what Virus is planning from that top rope... he can't possibly be thinking of...
The King's voice trails off, as Virus gives the cut-throat motion and lifts Bolt Bacana up into the familiar brainbuster position! The crowd jumps to its feet at what they know is coming next!
King: He is! An Infection off the top rope, JR! That'll kill Bolt Bacana!
JR: Don't do it, Virus! Don't do it!
After several suspenseful seconds, Virus jumps off the top rope and slams Bolt Bacana down in a tremendous super sit-down powerbomb! Bolt Bacana looks like he's been broken in half, and Virus can't hang on for the pin!
JR: OH MAH GAWD! OH MAH GAWD! AN INFECTION OFF OF THE TOP TURNBUCKLE! BOLT BACANA HAS A WIFE, BAH GAWD!
The crowd is positively shocked at the move they just saw, as a "HOLY S***!" chant begins! Virus finally crawls over to Bolt and drapes an arm across him.
1!... 2!... 3!
DING DING DING!
JR: I can't believe what we have just witnessed, ladies and gentlemen! A hard fought contest, even with the unwelcome interference by Scott Andrews, that ends with a hellacious Infection off the top rope! These two men have left it all in the ring tonight, and... what the hell is he doing here?
(The camera cuts to EN Bunk, who has appeared under the CrapTron. The crowd's cheers for the two men in the ring quickly turn to boos, as EN Bunk starts to applaud quietly. Virus just stares at Bunk with indifference, while Bolt Bacana is giving EN Bunk an almost lethal stare. The camera cuts back to a still applauding Bunk as we fade to commercial.)
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Post by Oceanic on Jan 9, 2006 22:37:15 GMT -5
Sum Guy: "Hi, I'm Sum Guy and I get paid by the interview! Whoo! Once again I'm here with Women's Division competitor Oceanic who showed us all something to remember last night at Toomi's House Party II! Seeing as how you've been fighting sexual discrimination ever since you came here being paraded around in a bikini must have really torqued you off, huh?"
Oceanic: "Maybe I would have been if the whole thing wasn't so.............pathetic."
Sum Guy: "Pathetic? What do you mean?"
Oceanic: "Think about it. Here you have a guy, makes a big deal about his birthday, nobody shows up, and he has to force us, because none of us were willing, to put on skimpy outfits so he can take a look at what he'll never get. Toomi has never allowed the GND Division to become anything other than a glorified peep show and now it's become one of the top draws of the whole federation. He's trying to cling to something that's not there."
Sum Guy: "But he announced the Girl's Night Out Gauntlet match for the main event at the next PPV. That means something, right?"
Oceanic: "Not really. It doesn't mean anything."
Sum Guy: "I don't follow you."
Oceanic: "I'll explain. Remember back when Hillary Clitton was champion? Nothing happened. The GND Division was practically nothing but mindless T&A with air headed bimbos and a, and I use the term loosely, champion who never defended the belt. Then I came along, then Linda, then Carla, and we all wanted to compete for the belt. Toomi never let that happen. He allowed his little fluffer to pull the most idiotic swerve of all time making the belt practically worthless. After that he left for a couple months, and during this time something happened. The girls were competing in real matches, one on one, no idiotic bra and panties matches or anything. We became legitimate all on our own. Linda, Carla, Rosa, Chrysta, Holly, Tanya, and myself. Nobody wanted to give us a try, so we did it ourselves."
Sum Guy: "That doesn't explain why Toomi booked the match, though."
Oceanic: "Toomi booked the match because he wants to take credit for what we've done. We, the women of the GND Division, made what it is today. Toomi did nothing. Zero. Now if he thinks he can book us for a main event and get our affection, he's sorely mistaken. We'll wrestle the match, sure, but we don't need his stinking charity. The best thing he can do for the GND Division is to stay the hell out of it."
Sum Guy: "Wow. That's pretty intense stuff. Is there anything else you'd like to add?"
Oceanic: "One thing. Limey, congratulations. You deserve it."
Sum Guy: "There you go. I'm Sum Guy and I choose Jif."
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B.A.
Grimlock
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Post by B.A. on Jan 9, 2006 23:15:05 GMT -5
eddie omega is in the ring with a cast on his arm pacing back and forth
King:I wonder if that cast he has is gonna help eddie Styles:Oh what do you think
Honky tonks music plays and the crowd goes nuts. He comes out with his guitar and rhythm and blues music. Eddie is pacing back and forth before stopping. Honky Tonk Man gets in the ring and starts to swivel his hips. Eddie is in his corner getting agitated further and further
*bell rings* Eddie rushes honky and knocks him to the outside. He goes outside, and with his cast hits honkys knees. He says "Do your rhythm and blues with that honky!!!!!" Just then he throws honky into the guard rail and begins to pound him. Honky is getting beat down and eddie picks him up and throws him back in the ring. Eddie goes over to honky but honky grabs eddies tights and pulls him so he hits the turnbuckle.
*crowd cheers* Honky swivels his hips again and gets the crowd into it. Eddie is in the corner trying to grab something... Styles:hey ref!! look at eddie!!!
The ref actually sees eddie and he tries to disarm him. When he does he has his back turned trying to put honkys guitar back just when eddie nails honky with his cast knocking him completely outcold. He covers honky ref: 1...2...3...
eddie sits up and looks around. As he gets to his feet, he picks honky up and throws him out the ring. Eddie looks at his cast and goes to grab a mic.
"Well happy new year to all of you....
Crowd:boooo
You know what, eddie omega personifies things in the ewt. Excellence, dignity
crowd:booooo
and the right attitude. Thats why in the upcoming weeks, youre all going to be witness to an event that will shock everyone. Not only is eddie going to be the best, hes going make all of you convinced that he can call the shots and teaches lessons...."
King: Eddie Omga....how cocky can he get....
camera fades as eddie gets out the ring
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Post by craigkendo on Jan 10, 2006 4:12:33 GMT -5
*Strike Force's music hits, and you know what that means. Rick Martel and Tito Santana make their way out to a great reaction from the crowd.*
Chimel: The following tag-team contest is scheduled for one-fall! Making their way to the ring, Rick Martel and Tito Santana...STRIKE FORCE!!!
*Strike Force get into the ring, and taunt on the turnbuckle. The lights suddenly go out...* *The lights are back, and The Connection, (Craig Kendo, Tony Chang, Holly Vaughn, Chrysta Ragnal and Miss White) are already in the ring!!*
*Craig Kendo runs over to the turnbuckle where Rick Martel is taunting, and swiftly lifts him over his head for a POWERBOMB!!! Tito Santana tries to rush at Tony Chang with a flying forearm from the top rope, but Chang hits a dropkick to Tito before he can hit it! Kendo rolls Martel out of the ring, and then all of the Connection hold their arms out in prayer!*
*With Tito alone in the ring, The Connection surround him. Kendo indicates to Tony Chang, and Chang approaches Tito with a look of malice in his eyes. Tito gets to his hands and knees, then raises his head. Chang lifts his leg high...*
*TITO HITS A LOW BLOW TO CHANG!!! The crowd pops huge for this!! As Chang falls to the floor in pain, Kendo grabs Tito by the throat, hitting a choke toss to Tito, sending him to the turnbuckle! Kendo then hits some fury punches to Tito's gut before lifting him to the top of the turnbuckle...Kendo then hits a huge belly-to-belly suplex to Tito!! Meanwhilst, Rick Martel has managed to make it to the apron! He runs in, rushing at Kendo with furious right hands, but a recovering Tony Chang grabs Martel, swinging him to his front, and then running him down with a float-over DDT!!! Chang then stands on top of Martel, although with one hand at his crotch in agony, and then leaps up with the shooting star somersault!!*
*Kendo then approaches the recovering Tito Santana, and kicks him in the stomach before grabbing him by the throat and lifting him to his feet, then all four remaining Connection members drop to their knees and form a circle around Kendo as he hits the ENLIGHTENMENT!! He then goes for the cover!*
1, 2, 3!!!!
Winners: The Connection!!
*Post-match, Craig Kendo, to a shower of boos, takes the microphone.*
Kendo: HEATHENS!!! What you have witnessed here is but a taste of The Connection’s true power. We care not for the accomplishments of the one they call Limey, and we concern ourselves ONLY with the downfall of the clowns that Dear Linda mistakenly calls her “family”. However…the Dangerous one’s invitational for the GND title is one that intrigues us! To prove our power and dominance over EWT, we shall enter both our protégé; Holly Vaughn…and our newest initiate…our Ice Queen, Chrysta…Ragnal…
*Chrysta observes Tito Santana trying to raise to his feet, and then coldly goes over to Tito. As Tito tries to lift himself up…Chrysta hits a merciless kick to the groin!!! Tito falls to the floor as Tony Chang stands over him, laughing maniacally.*
Chang: THAT’S RIGHT, FOOL!!! FEEL MY PAIN!!!
*Holly observes this, and instinctively walks slowly and purposefully towards Rick Martel. She parts his legs by holding his ankles…and then stomps down hard onto his groin!!! Chrysta observes this, but does not bat an eyelid. She takes the microphone.*
Chrysta: Your imitation flatters me, Miss Vaughn…but I fear that when The Connection has decimated the competition, and only us remain, you shall be annihilated. Consider this, carefully.
*The Connection then leave the ring, following Chrysta. Holly Vaughn shows no emotion on her face…but pauses before leaving the ring.*
*Fade To Commercial.*
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Curly Long
AC Slater
Midget Wrestling Master
Posts: 234
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Post by Curly Long on Jan 10, 2006 6:01:20 GMT -5
(we cut to a promo video on the Toomi-tron) As the video starts we fade in to a neon night scene of an American city, a light but rhythmic drum beat playing in the background … as it sweeps across the city we see the traffic move along its busy highways. It speeds up so the traffic is just a blur.As we watch this a voice-over comes across the speaker … VOICE: The City. Home to millions. Millions who have a dream! The image flickers down to street level, where people are walking past the camera on there way to bars & clubs. The rhythmical beat picking up a faster & louder tone .. the voice-over returnsVOICE: The Dream. That one day. They might reach the stars!! The image dramatically cuts to inside a grooving nightclub, the strobe is in full affect, but the camera seems to be cutting from beautiful woman to beautiful woman. All the while the rhythmic beat is being taken to fever pitch. It then fades out to an image of EWT champagne on a platter and a glittering background.VOICE: The EWT proudly presents that chance to reach for those very stars … The glittering background separates like a curtain to reveal the EWT ring and all the fans wildly cheeringVOICE: Coming soon to EWT television ... Images of beautiful women scroll across the screen at a furioous rateVOICE: The EWT HARLOT HUNT 2006!!! … hosted this year by that Pygmy of the Pimps … CURLY LONG!!!(the video fades out)
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Deamon Cohln
Don Corleone
AND THAT'S THE GODDAMN TRUTH!
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Post by Deamon Cohln on Jan 10, 2006 6:28:36 GMT -5
*Deamon is sitting in the locker room alone. His bag is sitting next to him. You can see the EWWF Title hanging out of it. Deamon is looking at the floor. He is still shocked and pissed off about what happened to himself and his brother at the House Party.*
Deamon: *Places head in hands* Why, why does everything have to go wrong now. I was on top of the world. I had everything. Now he’s back. Now he’s after me. He hurt Jacola. He has brought war against the Cohlns. *A shadowy figure moves into frame. You can only see his outline and none of his face or any distinct features. Deamon looks up briefly and puts his head back down.* It’s you. Heh, I knew it. Anything that goes wrong around me usually has something to do with you. Are you here for me? *The figure shakes his head “no.”* What about Jacola? He is already hurt. You did it, you remember? *The figure nods “yes”* So what are you here for? *The figure points to the title belt hanging from his bag.* That’s not mine anymore. It’s no one’s. I gave it to Jacola, you know to take his mind off of what you have been doing to him. You want it talk to him. I’ve got other things to worry about. *The figure points to the TV showng the Gauntlet match* Yeah, Spaz. So you talk to Jacola, just don’t hurt him. He’s still young.
*The figure moves away. Deamon is left alone again.*
Deamon: Damn….
*The camera fades out.*
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Post by #Classic Hi-Definition X on Jan 10, 2006 10:17:03 GMT -5
*The ring announcer now addresses the crowd*
RA: Ladies and gentlemen, due to circumstances beyond our control, the main event of Moxie and HitmanMark vs. Limey and the Heartbreak Hitman will not happen tonight.
*Crowd boos. Camera cuts to a shot of Moxie being admitted to a hospital, then to HitmanMark being knocked out backstage, then to HBH and Gasoline fighting in another area backstage with officials trying to separate them*
RA: But you're in luck, as I've just gotten word from Toom E. that that match will happen next week.
*Crowd cheers as we fade to a commercial*
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Post by *"@-BoMb" R.I.P Deus/Dinobot on Jan 10, 2006 19:21:52 GMT -5
*A-Bomb walks up to Todd Whatshimname*
*loud cheers*
A-Bomb: Give me that mic! I know I've came and gone alot lately. The reason for that is because I didn't want to be here if I wasn't at my best. I want my fans to get every 110% of me that I put out. I didn't want to be that guy doing the same routine...going through the motions. I am back for good, and I am going to give you nothing but our best.
Todd: Are there any superstars that you've had your mind set on facing?
A-Bomb: I see we have aquired a lot of new talent so I am issuing an open invititation to anyone out there that want's to go face to face with a legend.
*walks away*
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Post by Banned Member on Jan 10, 2006 19:54:44 GMT -5
Hoss: Folks we now take you to Sum Guy who is standing by with the Outlaw Chris James!
*The tron shows Sum Guy standing next to The Outlaw in what appears to be a horse stable.*
SG: I'm Sum Guy,and I once ate my moms edible panties!
OL: Say what!? Boy you are the sickest freak there is! Damn man you ever think there might be kids watching. Hell boy I may not be liked around here,but even I wont say crap like that!
SG: Well it's true. And fans want the truth.
OL: Yes,but not that TMI truth.
SG: OK OK, but any ways why did you show up in Flex's and Maelstroms match?
Ol: Its very simple son. You see that fancy belt that Maelstrom is wearing. I reckon since I never lost that pretty thing. That it darn right belong to me, and well Flex he is just in the wrong place at the wrong time. You see EWT gold should still be mine if two certain she devils would've told me the damn truth! Thats for another time though. Lets get back to Flex shall we. I like to know how he gets to go after the EWT Tri State Title? If I'm not mistaken I hold a victory over him do I not?
SG: Yes, but you were known as the Mercenary that time,and I don't think it counts.
Ol: Oh it doesn't count does it? All I got is a new name,and a new attitude toward things. You see I'm gonna go after both Flex,and Maelstrom. I'm gonna leave them lying bloody on the mat. They will be calling out for loved ones to help them,but no one will come. You see Flex,and Maelstrom wanna get up in each others faces over a dead fish. Thats fine cause why they are arguing on what he goes better with. I'll be running away with the Tri State Title!
*Outlaw turns,and walks away.*
SG: Well I'm Sum Guy,and I used my daddy's used condoms as a hat,and hair gel!
OL: I warned you boy!
*Outlaw comes riding in full speed on his horse,and kicks Sum Guy into a ditch full of Horse droppings. The scene goes to black.*
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Lily-Rose
Mike the Goon
Rockin' All Night.
Posts: 42
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Post by Lily-Rose on Jan 10, 2006 23:14:41 GMT -5
*Tanya Flaire is backstage walking around, when she bumps into someone.*
TANYA: Hey, watch where you're going!
WOMAN: Sorry, I can't see well out of these glasses.
TANYA: Well, why would you wear-wait a minute. I know you.
WOMAN: No you don't. You never saw me at all.
TANYA: Yeah I have. You're Paris Hilton!
PARIS: No, you must be mistaken!
TANYA: No, it's you alright. Heir to the Hilton hotel company, star of Simple Life...you even did a commercial for Arby's last year.
PARIS: Ha! It was Hardee's I was doing it for!
TANYA: Ha! Thank you for proving me right.
PARIS: Dammit!
TANYA: So what's someone like YOU doing in the EWT environment?
PARIS: Well, after Simple Life got canned, I went looking for business elsewhere for a TV gig. But unfortunately, WWE was more focused on the breast than anything.
TANYA: That's a shock. A big name like you would have done ratings. But if you're looking to wrestle, you came to the wrong place. The women here actually do something more than show off for the audience, so you can just-
PARIS: Hold up! I'm here for the Harlot Hunt auditions.
TANYA: Oh, goody...that barely changes a thing. Have fun sucking d*ck, you sl*t!
*Tanya walks off, as Paris Hilton looks back at her, pushing her glasses up, with a near frightened look.*
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