Limey
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Post by Limey on Jan 14, 2006 4:12:16 GMT -5
*"Ich Will" hits. Holly Vaughn comes out, accompanied by Tony Chang. The two of them hold out their arms in prayer, and are booed mercilessly. Tony Chang screams at the crowd to shut up, but this doesn't help. He then kicks at the guardrail, intimidating the first row.*
Chimel: The following contest is scheduled for one-fall! Making her way to the ring, the challenger! From Winnipeg, Mantioba, Canada, being accompanied to the ring by "The Viper", Tony Chang..."Lady Spectacular", Holly Vaughn!!!
*The crowd boo Holly, but she shows no emotion to this. The Connection members enter the ring, and hold their arms out in prayer....they are cut off by "She's Got Issues" as the crowd get to their feet!! Carla O Woe makes her way out, accompanied to the ring by Limey! Both of them throw up the horns and pose to a huge pop!!*
Chimel: Aaaand her opponent, from Rochester, New Hampshire...she is the CURRENT, REIGNING, and DEFENDING GND Division Champion...Carla O Woe!!!
*Carla throws up the horns for a huge pop, then rushes to the ring, sliding in and tossing her title to Chimel, who catches it. Carla then wastes no time in taking the fight to Holly, hitting her with an armdrag and sending Holly flying! The bell sounds, and the match is underway!*
*Holly recovers from the armdrag, as Carla runs at Holly to try a sunset flip...Holly holds on, and drops onto Carla with a pin!*
1, 2...
*Carla reverses by hooking her legs round Holly's arms, and bringing her in for a pin of her own!!*
1, 2...
*Holly rolls backwards to her feet and hits the prone Carla with a front dropkick to the face! The crowd boo Holly as she casually rises to her feet, and calmly adjusts her elbow pads. Tony Chang applauds her as Limey tries to encourage Carla to keep going. Holly grabs the leg of Carla, and locks in a single leg crab! Carla is in a lot of pain to much apathy from Holly. Carla eventually tries to fight back, and she reaches the ropes....Tony Chang pulls the bottom rope back, taunting her and giving Holly the opportunity to drag Carla back to the centre of the ring...LIMEY RUSHES TONY CHANG!!! Tony Chang gets hit with an axe-handle to the back, as Limey stomps him down to a huge pop!!*
*Meanwhilst, Holly keeps the single leg crab applied, but Carla summons up all the strength she has, and rolls to her back, kicking the small of Holly's back!! Holly, pushed by the force, is sent to the ropes! Holly leans on the ropes to recuperate before approaching Carla again...Carla hits the laying hurricanrana!!! Holly, propelled by the force, is sent to the corner!!! Carla warms up the crowd, getting to her feet with her stomach clutched, and then leaps out with the Mark III onto Holly!! Carla then climbs the top turnbuckle as Holly groggily comes out of the corner! Holly turns to face Carla, and Carla leaps off with a Dragonrana...Holly reverses with a dropkick to hit Carla in mid-air!!! Holly handsprings up, and tries a somersault leg-drop, which Carla reverses by rolling out of the way! Carla handsprings up, and ducks under a clothesline from Holly, running the ropes, and leaping with a flying lariat! Holly dodges this with an RVD-style leg split! Carla continues to run the ropes, and runs back to be hit with Holly's monkey flip...Carla lands on her feet and continues to run the ropes!! Holly gets to her feet, and manages to catch Carla with a kick to the gut! Holly tries an armwrench, that Carla reverses with a cartwheel and a short-arm lariat! Holly ducks the lariat and applies a gutwrench, pulling Carla in for a rolling prawn clutch...Holly is immediately pushed off by Carla, and she runs the ropes once more, as Carla handsprings up and catches Holly with the dropsault, putting an end to this fast-paced exchange!!!*
*The crowd chant "GND!! GND!!!"*
*Carla, fired up, points to the turnbuckle to a huge pop!! Carla climbs the turnbuckle...but Holly is already to her feet! Holly runs up the turnbuckle and hits a frankensteiner to Carla, sending her to the mat!! Holly then stalks Carla, and looks ready to hit the Final Connection...*
*Senzafine hits!! Holly diverts her attention from Carla, and looks to the Toomi-Tron as Chrysta, accompanied by Miss White, makes her way to the stage. Holly, distracted by this, doesn't notice Carla, who catches Holly with a roll-up!!!*
1, 2, 3!!!
Winner and STILL GND Division champion: Carla O Woe!!!
*Post-match, Tony Chang rushes in, but is immediately taken out with a trip from Limey!!! Limey then slides in, and waits for Chang to get to his feet before kicking him in the gut!! The EWT World Heavyweight Champion then lifts up Tony Chang and nails him with the Twist O' Lime!!! Limey then embraces Carla, and the two of them leave the ring. As they approach Chrysta, they stare her down, but Crysta merely allows them room to pass.*
*In the ring, Holly stares at Chrysta, coldly...."Ich Will" hits, and Craig Kendo, leader of the Connection, makes his way out, microphone in hand.*
Kendo: Protege...no doubt you have reservations about what just happened....sadly...this was all brought to my attention prior to the Ice Queen's apparant "interruption".
*Chrysta nods coldly at this.*
Kendo: I must explain...the Ice Queen remarked that to be true to the Connection, one must have full attention to one's opponent, and to test this, she provided a distraction that a true warrior would ignore. I am sad to say that you have failed. Let your misplaced opportunity serve as a lesson, Protege. I must thank the Ice Queen for bringing this to my attention, and I do request that you do not be so weak-minded at the gauntlet, Miss Vaughn.
*Kendo turns his back to the ring, and walks to the back. Holly takes a microphone from the recovering Tony Chang.*
Holly: In which case...I thank you for your lesson, Ice Queen. I only hope at the awaiting gauntlet, you are as prepared as I.
*Holly and Tony Chang walk to the back as "Ich Will" plays. As Holly approaches Chrysta, the two stare each other down. Chang and Miss White break up the tension, however, and the Connection return to their locker room peacefully.*
*Fade to Commercial.*
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Ragnal
Game Genie
Yanno what they say: All toasters toast El Dandy
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Post by Ragnal on Jan 14, 2006 10:53:58 GMT -5
*High Voltage plays as Mike and Joe Ragnal enter the arena with their tag titles in hand.*
LILLIAN: The following contest is schdeuled for one fall, and it is for the EWT Tag Team Championships. Entering first are the EWT Tag Team Champions...Mike and Joe RAGNAL!
*As the Ragnals hits the ring, some crappy music plays as Test and X-Pac make their way to the ring.*
LILLIAN: And their opponents...Test and X-Pac...apparently, members of the X-Factor or something...
*X-Pac takes the mic from Lillian.*
X-PAC: So how about it, Ragnals? Are you ready to lose to the greatest faction out there, the X-Factor?
*The crowd gives a boo to X-Factor.*
X-PAC: You guys stand no chance againt us! We're one of the most experienced tag teams out there, and the biggest names to exist...ever...in wrestling!
*Mike and Joe just stare at one another, trying their hardest not to laugh. Mike then takes the mic from X-Pac.*
MIKE: Uh, yeah. You guys are saying you'll be winning our tag team titles. You're saying X-Pac...who's last claim to fame was banging the egomaniacal Joanie Laurer...and Test...who's best known for being *Holds his hand up to show an inch between his thumb and finge* THIS CLOSE to banging the head honcho's daughter...are gonna beat us. Um, yeah. I don't think so.
*With that, Mike and Joe pummel Test first, and hit a 3D down on him. They stare at X-Pac with a smile as X looks horrified. X-Pac runs to the top of the ramp and into the back, only to get hit with a steel chair by Linda and carried back to the ring. Mike picks X-Pac up and he and Joe connect the Thunder Cracker on him. Mike pins X-Pac.
1!2!3!
*Mike and Joe are declared the winners, and they grab their tag belts and head into the back area.*
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Deamon Cohln
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AND THAT'S THE GODDAMN TRUTH!
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Post by Deamon Cohln on Jan 14, 2006 11:47:15 GMT -5
*The camera is now in the ring. It is centered on the ring in the standard match angle. The crowd is in a sense of expectation and there is a eerie silence. In a burst, ICP’s-Halls of Illusion hits and out comes Deamon Cohln. He is somewhat energized and he tries to get the crowd on his side today. They don’t bite and boo him as hard as ever.*
Announcer: Now entering the ring, from the town of Milan, Michigan and one-half of the Cohln Brothers, DEAMON COHLN!
*Deamon jumps in the ring and runs to the opposite turnbuckle. He throws up the “Wings of Change” and the crowd boos even harder then before. Deamon jumps down and talks to the ref and Lillian Garcia about something. There is a pause in the action.
*Kane’s pyro hits scaring both Deamon and the ref. The crowd pops and Kane comes out of the back. Deamon gets in his fight stance as Kane slowly walks to the ring.*
Lillian: And his opponent. The Big Red Machine, KANE!
*the announcer looks at Deamon, he nods and Lillian goes to speak into the mic again.*
Lillian: I have just been notified that this will be a NO DQ, FALLS COUNT ANYWHERE MATCH!
*There is a mixed reaction as the crowd doesn’t know if this is good or bad for the face.*
Kane raises his hands and brings them down for his trademark explosion. He looks around after and sees Deamon is not in the ring. He goes to the side of the ring with the announcers. He looks down and looks for Deamon. Out of nowhere Deamon cracks a hockey stick over Kane’s back. Kane no-sells and just stares at Deamon as he backs off. Kane gets a small burst of speed and clotheslines Deamon. He then runs and bounces off of the opposite ropes and comes back for a leg drop. Deamon tries to roll out of the ring but his is too far away and is caught by Kane who is maniacally laughing. He picks up Deamon, picks him up, and hit’s a Side Slam on him. Deamon wreaths in pain and places his hand on his back to give himself the sense he’s doing something about it. Kane goes for the pin.
1... 2.. Kick out by Deamon
Deamon now is able to roll out of the ring and get to his feet. Kane follows him out but Deamon manages to get to a chair and clock Kane over the head with it. Not taking any chances Deamon starts wailing him with the chair while he is down. Deamon is visibly in pain and goes for the pin on the outside of the ring.
1...kick out by Kane, quick.
Deamon walks over to the ring and raises the apron. He looks for something to use and finds a table, he pulls that out but still looks. He finds a garbage can and pulls it out. Kane is managing to get to his feet now and Deamon charges and hits him with the trashcan before he is able to stand up. Deamon sees his opportunity and move away a distance. He runs and hit’s a Missile Dropkick on the rising Kane. Kane continues to try and stand up but Deamon continues his assault with some forearms to his back. Kane is able to pushes him away and into the turnbuckle pole. Kane now has momentum and goes for Deamon. Deamon surprises him by hitting him with a chair that was next to him when he fell. Deamon is frustrated that he can’t take this big guy down. Deamon moves back into the ring and takes what he thinks is a breather. Out of nowhere a man with short black hair and a red t-shirt and jeans attacks Deamon. Deamon is able to fight back but not for long as the mystery assailant takes a hockey stick over Deamon’s head. Kane gets into the ring as Deamon is lying in the center of it. The man walks to the top of the ramp backwards staring at the ring again. Kane goes for the pin on Deamon
1... 2... 3 NO DEAMON KICKS OUT AT 2 9/10ths!
The mystery man is visibly agitated and Deamon rises, but Kane is ready for him. He stands back with his right hand in the air. Deamon finally rises to his feet and in a split second sees Kane’s hand coming at him and he ducks. Deamon dropkicks Kane to the turnbuckle, which he bounces off of. Deamon runs against the opposite rope and hits a flying clothesline forcing all his momentum into the blow. Deamon looks at the man standing at the top of the ramp and yells at him. The man makes his way to the ring and try to attack Deamon, but before he could even make it half-way Jacola returns with a blaze of glory and a kendo stick to his head. Deamon looks on and laughs. Through this he doesn’t notice that Kane has gotten up and is behind him. Kane picks Deamon up in a military pres and moves to the other side of the ring. He tosses Deamon and he flies from the ring AND GOES THROUGH THE ANNOUNCE TABLE! Kane moves to get Deamon but Jacola has now entered the ring and is hitting Kane with the kendo stick. Jacola is assaulting Kane and is actually doing damage. He grabs Kane by the throat and muscles all his strength and… CHOKESLAMS KANE! Deamon crawls back into the ring bringing all his energy in with him. Jacola picks up Kane and kicks him in the gut. Deamon grabs his Head and runs up the turnbuckle and turns spinning and hitting the Deamon Doom DDT! Deamon flips and goes for the pin.
1... 2... 3! The bell rings!
Lillian: You’re winner, Deamon Cohln!
*The mystery man gets up and walks out of the arena as Deamon and Jacola are on the ropes yelling at him. The camera fades on Deamon and Jacola to a commercial for Girls Night Out.*
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Post by pta on Jan 14, 2006 12:57:26 GMT -5
Announcer: The following contest is scheduled for one fall... approaching the ring, at a combined weight of 750 pounds, representing the P.T.A. Principal Pain and The Canceler!!!
The crowd boos immensely as Pain walks down the ramp, a bit of a displeased look on his face... not knowing who they are facing tonight. He and Canceler quickly enter the ring Pain removes his suit as usual. He stretches a bit, eagerly anticipating his opponents.
He's soon answered as Low Ki's theme starts up! Pain and Canceler turn around and watch.
Announcer: And the opponents... introducing first, from Brooklyn New York, weighing in at 178 pounds, Low-Ki!
Low-Ki walks to the edge of the stage. Pain looks at him and demands a microphone.
Pain: Hmmmmm... so this is the ebst Chance would come up with... I'll admit he's quite skilled, but even Brandon Silvestry here... the one you call Low Ki can't possibly stand up against myself and Canceler...
Pain is immediately cut off as Samoa Joe's theme starts up and the crowd goes nuts! Pain looks a bit more worried now, slowly backing up.
Announcer: And his tag team partner, from the Isle of Samoa, Samoa Joe!!!
Pain looks at Canceler, then they look at their opponents. Ki and Joe entering the ring and staring straight at their opponents. The bell rings and Canceler starts out against Low-Ki, Joe and Pain on their respective corners. Low-ki looks up at Canceler, who growls and looks back down. Wisely, Low-Ki starts nailing some of his horribly stiff kicks right to the legs of Canceler, the big man groaning a bit and kneeling down a bit. As he does, Ki gives him another stiff kick right to the melon. Canceler goes down to the mat. Ki goes for the first cover of the match. 1.....
Canceler powers out... sending Low Ki sailing, but Ki landing on his feet somehow. Canceler slowly rises up... walking over and tagging in Pain.Pain quickly enters the ring, immediately locking up with Ki... Pain of course manages to overpower Low Ki, lifting him up for a suplex, but Low-Ki dropping behind him as he's lifted up. He then grabs Pain from behind and hits him with a german suplex. Pain goes down hard... hitting the mat. Low-ki meanwhile walks over and tags in Joe. Joe quickly runs into the ring, leaping up and nailing Pain with a Senton. Pain acks and stays down again. Joe gets back to his feet, lifting Pain up and going for the lariat, but Pain ducks behind and grabs him for a side russian leg sweep, taking Joe to his feet. Pain immediately turns him around and locks in a camel clutch, Joe grunts a bit as Pain struggles to lock it in.
Pain however manages to get the hold on Joe... applying more and more pressure with each passign second, Joe groaning a bit and struggling towards the ropes.... trying to grab onto them. Pain however is trying to keep him in the middle of the ring. However, Low-Ki runs in and makes his presence felt with another stiff kick to Pain's face! Pain acks and loosens his grip, as the referee quickly scolds Low-ki, taking him back to the apron. As he does, Jow gets to his feet, Pain on his back, he grabs him from behind and flips him off by his neck. Pain groans... laying prone now. Joe stomps at Pain a bit, softneing him up more. He then lfits Pain to his feet and then starts nailing him with a furry of punches, chops, and kicks, sending him reeling back into the corner. Joe then backs up and charges forward with an OLE KICK!!! The crowd pops as Pain slumps down into the bottom of the turnbuckle. Joe then picks up where he left off... now giving Pain a face washing in the corner.
As soon as he finishes, Joe walks back over and tags in Low-Ki. Ki gets into the ring... charging forward and going for a dropkick to Pain... but he wisely rolls out of the corner. Ki misses, his legs hitting the padding of the turnbuckle instead. Pain looms over Ki... waiting for him to rise, then grabbing him from behind and launching him with a release german suplex, senidn ki sailing. The crowd boos as Pain tells them all to shut up. He walsk over and tags in Canceler... then lifts up Ki in a full nelson hold. Canceler immediately charges forward and nails Low-Ki with a knee to the gut... Ki groaning and slumping down to the mat now.
Canceler reaches down, lifting Low-ki up by his neck, and into a powerbomb... slamming him down hard into the mat going for a cover. 1....2.....
Low-Ki gets the shoulder up. Canceler looks a bit Suprised, pickign Ki up again and whipping him into the turnbuckle nearest... the same one Pain is one. They tag out again. Canceler sets Lo atop the turnbuckle, Pain quickly climbing atop of it and grabbing him, then nailing a top rope overhead belly to belly suplex!!! They both go flying, Pain also taking a bit of damage, but Low-ki taking much more. He rolls aroun in Pain as the Principal rises to his feet, then running over to the mat and grabbing Ki... locking in the dragon sleeper! Ki flails around desperately, trying to escape the hold, but Pain not letting him go anywhere. He just keeps applying more and more pressure like with the last submission.
Joe tries to come in and save Ki, but Canceler cuts him off, intercepting and nailing a yakuza kick of his own... Joe stumbling backwards, the big man then hoisting Joe up in a gorilla press slam and taking him back down to the mat. Joe groans and rolls out of the ring as Pain continues the hold, Low-Ki starting to fade now. Pain however just keeps the hold locked in as long as he wants to... the end seems to be near for this match.
Low-ki tries to roll out of it... but as he does, Pain keeps the hold locked on, moving along with him. He has a sadistic look in his eyes right now... as if he was trying to choke the life out of him. Ki starts crawling towards the ropes again desperately and grabs the bottom one. Pain growls, trying to pull him off, but Ki has them held pretty tight. 1...2...3...4... Pain reluctantly breaks the submission. He slowly rises to his feet, picking Ki up with him, but Ki battlign back with some stiff kicks to Pain's chest... causing him to start reeling back again, then Ki leaping up with a standing enziguri to his face! The crowd pops again. Low-Ki looks at the nearby turnbuckle and quickly climbs up on it, Pain still down. He leaps off with the Phoneix Splash and nails it!!! The cover. 1...2....
NO! NO! NO! Pain jsut barely manages to get the shoulder up. Ki groans a bit, the move did a bit morfe damage to hsi neck... like the submission has already. He holds it in pain and starts crawling back over to Joe, whose back on the apron. Pain back to Canceler. The two trying to beat each there first, but Pain gtetting the tag first, Low Ki a few seconds after.
Samoa Joe charges into the ring, Canceler following. Joe nails him with a quick shoulder tackle to the chest, Canceler hunching over. Joe then nailing him with some knees to the chest, causing him even more damage there. Canceler grunts as Joe then grabs Canceler's neck and nailing a DDT on him! The cover. 1...2....
Canceler kicks out somehow. Joe quickly gets to his feet... Pain charging into the ring now. Samoa Joe nails him with the super fast Powerslam of his... Pain groaning and holding his back rolling out of the ring. Canceler now back up though, stalking Joe. Joe turns around, getting hands wrapped around his neck... then lifted up high! Low-Ki runs into the rring, trying to stop him, but gets a big boot to the face for his troubles. Canceler looks at Samoa Joe, whose face is now in front of him. Joe looks a bit surprised as Canceler then slams down down hard with a Baldo Bomb like move! He goes for a cover again. 1...2....
Joe gets the shoulder up now. Now Canceler is the shocked one. Pain on the outside, reaches under the ring, grabbing his book, then charging forward and stealthily taking Kow-Ki out. The crowd boos as he slides it under the ring, then climbs back inside. He signals for... Total Failure. Canceler nods... Pain exitting the ring and picking up Low-Ki... but Ki somehow fights back... beign the tough S.O.B. he is. Pain groans and looks shocked. Ki lifts up Pain on the outside for the Ki-Krusher 99... but Pain drops from behind, quickly spinnign Ki around and grabbing him and nailing... the Suspender!!! The crowd boos.
Meanwhile, Joe is now atop Canceler's shoulder as he spots Low-ki... climbing atop the turnbuckle, then... in a death-defying move drops down and connects with it to Low-Ki on the outside!!! The crowd starts chanting " Holy S***!!! Holy S***!!! Holy S***!!! " Pain smirks, pickign up Ki. Canceler rising up... and grabbing Joe. Both being rolled into the ring. They go for the usual one foot pin on both. 1....2.....
Low-Ki and Joe out of pure desperation both get their shoulders up!!! Pain stumbles abckwards, as does Canceler. Exactly how tough are these two?! Pain sighs and then looks to Canceler... signaling for... the Expulsion. Canceler starts by kicking Ki out of the ring with a swift boot... him laying prone and almost motionless outside. Joe meanwhile, is lifted up in military press position, Pain leaping off the turnbuckle immediately and grabbing him for the mid air DDT. It connects as Joe is finished. 1.....2.....3!
Announcer: here are your winners... Principal Pain and The Canceler!!!
Pain and Canceler smirk, when suddenly, Canceler gets a chair to the back... it's Chance Confidence!!! The crowd cheers, as Canceler slowly turns around, getting tossed the chair, stupidly catching it... and then getting nailed with a modified Van-Damninator... except Chance uses a Pele kick... it connects and Canceler stumbles backwards, and right over the ropes. Pain looks at Chance... then smiles clapping his hands. Chance looks confused... as he grabs a microphone next.
Pain: Congratulations Chance... you picked some very worthy opponents... but even they couldn't beat the P.T.A. But then... this assault after the match, most would call cowardly... I would call it " strategic. " Unfortunately... you seem to have forgotten something...
Chance looks at Pain raising an eyebrow. His question is answered as REMEDY starts up... the crowd looking absolutely shocked. Chance is as well... until Eddie Omega charges down the ramp, sliding into the ring. He lays Chance out with a clothesline... turning him inside out. He hoists Chance up... placing him onto a turnbuckle. Pain meanwhile grabbing the chair and positioning it. Omega then nails the Omega Psi Slamma!!! Chance hits the chair hard... chest first. He lays there... holding his sore chest now.... completely laid out. Pain looks at Omega and smiles, the two shaking hands as the crowd boos.
Pain: Chance... you've been replaced. Meet the NEWEST prospect of the P.T.A... I give you Eddie Omega!!!
The crowd boos immensely as Pomp and Circumstance starts up, Pain and Omega quickly exitting the ring... leaving Chance laid out. Canceler rises up... following them both up the ramp and backstage.
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Limey
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It's been awhile.
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Post by Limey on Jan 14, 2006 14:08:24 GMT -5
*A strange guitar riff starts over the sound system as a sillhoutte appears on the Toomi-Tron. The crowd wonders who it is as a countdown appears. An electronic voice speaks as the crowd start to get fired up.*
Life will give you limes in five seconds, Give you limes in four seconds, Give you limes in three seconds, Give you limes in two seconds, Give you limes...
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NOW!!!!!
*On cue, Limey appears from the Toomi Tron, and throws up the horns as the crowd cheer his new music!! Limey high-fives many of the crowd before running to the ring and sliding in.*
Chimel: The following contest, scheduled for one-fall, is for the EWT WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP! Introducing first, from Liverpool, England, he weighs in at "15 Stone", and is the EWT WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION...LIMEY!!!
*Limey holds up the belt to a great pop. He throws up the horns before handing Chimel the belt. Limey then leans on the ropes, awaiting his opponent.*
Chimel: Aaaaand the challenger....
*Everyone, including Limey, look on at the Toomi-Tron in intently.*
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*"Heaven's a Lie" hits!!! None other than VIRUS makes his way out to the ring as the crowd and Limey look confused! Virus has a microphone, and before Chimel can introduce him...*
Virus: I see a few people out there are confused by my apperance, including the man in the ring right now. Well, let me explain a few things.
Virus: It all started a few weeks ago, when I made an open challenge to anybody in the back for a one-on-one match the following week. Two men answered. One was John Cena, and the other is standing in that ring with a confused look on his face and the EWT World Heavyweight Title on his shoulder. As loyal EWT viewers know, I faced and beat John Cena the next week in a pretty decent match.
Virus: But before me and Limey could get together in the ring, we got put into two big-time matches for two big-time titles. Me, for the OX Division Title, and Limey, obviously, for the EWT World Heavyweight Title. We postponed our match until after Toomi's House Party to better focus on our title matches.
Virus: Toomi's House Party... what can I say? (Virus pauses in mock consideration.) Oh, I've got it. I can say I was SCREWED! I should have walked out of that match as the OX Division champion, but instead I got eliminated in third by some two-bit CM Punk ripoff!
Virus: And then, I watched from backstage as 6 men battled it out inside the Survival Cage for the most coveted prize in the business: the EWT World Title. While you did give it your all, Limey, Hitman Mark should have that title. Not you. He had all your numbers in that match, and had it not been for that newblood Trik Turner knocking him out cold, he would have won. So I got to thinking... Limey gets a title because of outside interference, but I work my ass off and get nothing? THAT'S NOT FAIR! IT'S NOT RIGHT! IT'S BULL...
(Virus seems to realize he's on a tirade and manages to calm himself before continuing.
Virus: But you know what... I don't care. Because Toomi's given me another chance, whether he knows it or not. By allowing me to choose my opponent, he allowed me to kill two birds with one stone. To fulfill the terms of my challenge... and prove to everyone here that I am deserving of EWT championship gold!
Virus: So I hope you've enjoyed your short title reign, Limey, because it ends RIGHT HERE, RIGHT NOW. I will put that title around the waist of somebody who isn't a FLUKE! I will prove myself! And if you don't believe me, then you had better PREPARE.. TO BE... INFECTED!
*Virus slams the microphone down with a large feedback and charges the ring. He slides in, and immediately rushes Limey with some furious rights. The bell sounds and the match is underway! Virus punches Limey back with punches until Limey is leaning back against the ropes, Virus holding him down. Virus then pushes him back to the ropes before performing an Irish Whip! Limey bounces off the ropes, as Virus tries a big boot...Limey rolls underneath this, and lands facing Virus on his knees! Limey screams "COME ON!!!" to Virus as Virus turns, and Limey leaps up with a dropkick...Virus slaps Limey's feet away before dropping down with an axe-handle elbow smash to Limey! Virus immediately goes for the pin!*
1, 2...
*And Limey is able to get the shoulder up. Virus chuckles at this before moving over to Limey's feet, and grabbing his ankle, swinging him round the mat in a Fire Spin. Virus eventually lets go, and approaches Limey's head. Limey hits a forearm to Virus as Virus grabs Limey's head, stunning Virus. Limey then headsprings up, trying to hit Virus with a laying hurricanrana in the process...Virus counters by standing his ground, and lifting Limey up for a powerbomb...Limey counters by hitting a mongolian chop to Virus, causing Virus to drop Limey onto his feet. Limey runs the ropes, and then flies at Virus with a flying lariat...Virus counters with a quick powerslam...Virus keeps the hold applied, and then gets to his feet, lifting Limey over his head with the Last Call!!! Virus then goes over to Limey to try a pin!*
1, 2...
*And Limey is again able to put the shoulder up. Virus gets up, and applauds Limey. Whether this is legitimate or sarcastic is unknown, but as soon as Limey gets to his feet, Virus unloads with some vicious punches to the gut. Virus then tries another Irish Whip to Limey. Limey runs the ropes, and Virus ducks down, hoping for a body drop, but Limey counters with a back roll, holding onto Virus with a gutwrench. Limey tries a German Suplex, but Virus is just too heavy and resiliant, so Limey makes this up by taking hold of Virus's wrists and applying a Stunt Rider Stretch!! Virus endures the hold for a second...but then powers his arms out, and hits Limey with a strong backhand, making him release the hold! As Limey drops to his knee, stunned, Virus turns to face him, and immediately catches him with a belly-to-belly suplex!!!*
*Limey, caught off guard, tries to scramble up, but Virus swiftly intercepts Limey with a running knee to the head! Virus then grabs Limey by the throat, picking him up and slamming him into the turnbuckle. He then lifts Limey's head back, and does a "Shush" gesture to the crowd, before lifting his hand high, and bringing it down in a merciless slap across Limey's chest! Limey holds his chest in agony, before grabbing Virus, and shoving HIM into the corner, unloading with a rapid succession of chops to the chest! With Virus stunned, Limey takes a few steps back, and runs in for an avalanche splash...Virus counters by hitting a big boot to Limey in mid-air!!! Limey drops to the mat, and Virus capitalises by lifting himself to the second rope, and jumping off with a near leg drop!! Virus goes for the pin!*
1, 2...
*And Limey kicks out once more, proving that a big-boot/leg drop combo is not the way to win matches in EWT. Virus stomps at Limey for a while, before picking him up, and dropping him with a scoop slam. Virus then runs the ropes and hits a Samoa Joe style running senton! Virus then taunts to the crowd...and receives a pretty damn good reaction at that. Virus then approaches Limey's legs...Limey kicks at Virus's ankle, dropping him to one knee!! Limey handsprings up, and runs the ropes, lauching himself at Virus with a shining wiz...NO!!! Virus counters by pushing Limey off him with a release powerbomb!!!*
*The crowd chant "HOLY ****!!!" as Limey lands on his neck! Virus puts his hands on his hips, unwilling to cause THAT much damage to Limey, but relents, and goes for the pin.*
1, 2...
*And Limey kicks out!!! Virus looks stunned by this, and goes for the pin again!*
1, 2...
*Limey gets the shoulder up!! Virus is in disbelief as he grabs Limey by the head, and hits a choke toss, sending Limey to the turnbuckle!!! Virus then runs at Limey with a clothesline, but Limey counters with a drop toe-hold, sending Virus's head bouncing off the turnbuckle post!! As Virus clutches his head, Limey hops up the turnbuckle...Virus swiftly recovers, and runs up the turnbuckle to hit Limey with a belly-to-belly suplex from the top rope!!! Limey hits the mat, and then scrambles to his feet!! He runs straight into Virus, who grabs him by the throat, and then lifts him up into a Gorilla Press!!! Virus walks around the ring, then pushes Limey up...sending him to the outside of the ring, making him land on his face, bending his body back!!!*
*The crowd chant "HOLY ****!!!" amidst chants of "PLEASE DON'T DIE!!"*
*Limey takes some time to get up, and even Virus looks concerned. Limey crawls over to the guardrail, and turns to face the ring...VIRUS HITS LIMEY WITH A SUICIDE DIVE!!!! The crowd pop for this as Virus unloads onto Limey with punches! Virus then stomps at Limey before looking down on him, a look of uncertainty on his face. Virus then picks up Limey to his feet, and tries an Irish Whip to Limey, sending him to the guardrail...Limey leaps up to land on the guardrail! Virus, annoyed at this, approaches Limey to be hit with a forearm! Limey then clutches at his neck as Virus is sufficiently stunned, before leaping off at him with a hurricanrana, sending Virus crashing into the ring steps!!!*
*The crowd chants "THIS MATCH RULES" and "EWT!!!"*
*Limey and Virus are both on the mat now, with Limey desperately seeking rest from the beatdown he took, and Virus stunned from hitting the ring steps. Limey is first up, and he leans back against the guardrail as Virus recovers. Limey runs at Virus with a crossbody, but Virus catches him, and rams him into the ring post! Virus then rolls Limey into the ring, and takes a breather, before climbing to the apron...Limey is up, and he runs up the turnbuckle...LIMEY HITS VIRUS WITH A MISSILE DROPKICK!!! VIRUS FLIES OFF THE APRON!!!*
*Virus hits the outside, and is more shocked than hurt, and he tries to recuperate...Limey leaps out of the ring with an AJ Styles Plancha!!! Limey screams aloud, pumped up, as the crowd go nuts! Limey then picks up Virus to his feet, and kicks him in the gut, calling for the Twist O' Lime!!! Limey tries to pick Virus up...but can't!! Virus takes advantage of the situation, and he picks up Limey with a suplex, turning him to the guardrail and dropping him onto it, lettting him hang there!! Virus then climbs to the guardrail, balancing himself, before leaping off with a leg drop to the back of Limey's head!!!*
*The crowd once again chant "THIS MATCH RULES!!!"*
*Virus is hurt from the dropkick and the plancha, but shows extreme amounts of resiliance, picking up Limey by the head, and rolling him into the ring. Virus slides in this time, and then runs at him with another Samoa Joe senton! Virus then screams at Limey to get up, measuring him up for a chokeslam!!! Limey helps himself up with the aid of the ropes, and then stumbles backwards, allowing Virus to catch him by the throat!! Virus then lifts Limey high...Limey lands behind Virus, and then pushes him to the ropes, rolling Virus back with a rolling prawn hold!!!*
1, 2...
*VIRUS KICKS OUT!!!! Limey is pushed back by the authority of Virus's kick-out, and hits Limey against the ropes. Limey grabs onto the ropes, though, and stares down Virus as he recuperates. Limey and Virus then rush at each other, and Limey rolls underneath a clothesline!!! Limey the approaches Virus...VIRUS HITS A BACK KICK!!! Virus then turns to the stunned Limey, and grabs him, looking for the Infection!!! Virus lifts Limey up, the EWT World Heavyweight Title THIS CLOSE from his grasp, VIRUS THROWS DOWN LIMEY IN THE...NO!!!! Limey wraps his legs around Virus's neck, bringing down Virus for a Hurricanrana!!! Virus holds his head in his hands in disbelief!!! Virus scrambles up, unaware that Limey is stalking him...STO!!! STO from Limey!!!! Limey then drags Virus to the turnbuckle, before running up it with a Justrix Moonsault....VIRUS GETS HIS KNEES UP!!!! Limey bounces off Virus's knees, and lands on his stomach!!!*
*Virus lifts himself up, and walks over to Limey. Virus sighs at Limey's resiliance, before approaching Limey's legs...Limey hits a laying hurricanrana...Virus holds on!!! He then hooks Limey's arms around his legs...STYLES CLASH!!! STYLES CLASH TO LIMEY!!! Virus tries the pin!!! WE COULD HAVE A NEW EWT WORLD CHAMPION!!*
1, 2, 3...NO!!!!!
*LIMEY KICKS OUT!!!! The crowd pop madly!!! They chant "THAT WAS AWESOME!" amidst chants of "THIS MATCH RULES!!!"*
*Virus looks completely bemused as he picks up Limey, and does an Irish Whip to the corner! He then goes over to Limey, chops him in the chest a few times, before lifting him to the top turnbuckle!!!! He could be going for a Super Infection!!! Virus climbs the turnbuckle, and lifts Limey high...LIMEY DROPS DOWN FROM THE SUPLEX POSITION WITH A REVERSE WHIPPERSNAPPER!! Virus is downed by the attack, and Limey capitalises by running up the turnbuckle with a Justrix Moonsault, landing perfectly onto Virus!!!*
1, 2, 3!!!!
*Winner and STILL EWT World Heavyweight Champion...LIMEY!!!*
*Limey takes his title amidts chants of "WHAT A MATCH!!!" Limey falls to his knees, and grabs the title belt, pausing...before throwing the horns high!!!! Carla O Woe rushes to the ring, and sees to him. Limey is battered, bruised, and exhausted, but he doesn't give a damn. Meanwhilst, Virus has his head buried deep in his hands, and cannot believe that he lost a match for the big one. Limey, though, approaches Virus, and offers him a handshake. Virus pauses...before accepting, and both Limey and Virus hug. Limey then raises Virus's hand high, displaying someone who gave their all throughout the match, and someone who COULD become a future legend in EWT. Virus then leaves the ring, still disappointed, but to a huge pop. Limey then displays his title as we...*
*Fade to a commercial for Girl's Night Out.*
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Post by paulpodanski on Jan 14, 2006 18:58:39 GMT -5
Paul continues walking around backstage, looking in various locker-rooms of various EWT Superstars. He first looks inside Toom E's office.
Toom E: What the hell do you want Podanski?
Podanski: * Drunk * Look here... you... whipper snapper * hic * My momma's gone missing... and I'm gonna find here if it's the first thing I do!!!
Toom E: I think you mean last...
Paul: * hic * I know what I... I... what was I doin...
Toom E: Get outta here before I fire you for public drunken-ness!!!
Paul stumbles backwards out of the room, stumbling forward and peaking into the Nyrds room. The Nyrds stare back. Paul belches... and peeks his head back out. He continues stumbling down the hall... peeking into Crauswell's locker-room. The Gryphon Man is seen sitting without his bottom half of his costume... and a Pet Lovers Magazine.
Crauswell: Get out of here you sick perverted...
Paul: Okie... I love ya daddy...
Paul stumbles back out to the hall, walkign down the hall further now, bumping into Uchida. She looks at him.
Uchida: Eww... somebody must've left the door open and this... hobo wandered in.
Paul: Who you callin... Lobo girlie shirt? I could kick your... grass if I wanna... * hic *
Uchida: Ugh... now I hope I get voted off this week...
She walks away... Paul stumbling past and wandering into Therob's room. The wall is covered with posters of himself. He starts to feel something coming up... running down the hall... drunkenly into Flex's room. He bends down over a blender in his room and pukes all inside of it. Paul groans and then stumbles out of Flex's locker-room... then passes out of the floor. He starts drooling. Suddenly, some future EWT Prospects are being given a tour for some reason.
Tour Guide: And here you'll see... why is there a drunken... oh no not Paul.
Propspect 1: Whoa... you let wrestlers wrestle drunk?!
Tour Guide: Sandman did it all the time!
Prospect 2: But this guys... fat... and bald... and he looks like a hoss.
Tour GuideC'mon... that's just one person!
Prospect 1: C'mon... let's go back to ROH...
Prospect 2: Sounds good to me!
The two nameless guys walk off... the tour guide dropping to her knees.
Tour Guide: NOooooooooooooo!!!!
The nameless tour guide gets swept away by another random janitor... as Paul passes out.
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Doomrider
Hank Scorpio
I wanna bang Marla.
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Post by Doomrider on Jan 15, 2006 14:01:01 GMT -5
-=Random MTV Schmuck VOice=- Hey-Hey-HEY There! Welcome to another bangin’ installment of MTV Cribs! Today we’re going into the homes of some of the DOPEST athletes in the world. OHHHH SNAP! -=Scene=- We cut to the janitor’s closet of the Psychadeli. The Salami Swami is sitting outside picking his toenails. The door opens and out walks Senor Splash in his stained and probably smelly coveralls. He kinda smells like the ballpit in the McDonalds…but one of the indoor ones. At least the outdoor ones get to vent. -=Senor Splash=- Hola putas! Welcome to El casa del Splash! As you can shee it’s about diez in el morning and I’m already a little drunk….o. Entrada and let me show you my *hick* crihhhhb. -=Scene=- Senor opens the door to the janitorial closet completely. -=Senor Splash=- Well, here’s my living room, bathroom, kitchen, dining room, bedroom, and family room…Funny they call it a family room…lashhht time I had a familia was when that JEZEBEL-O LEFT ME WITH NOTHING BUT SIAMESE TWINS CONNECTED AT THE HEAD AND A LOTTERY TICKET THAT WON ME FIVE BUCKS!…I’m shorry, sorry…don’t film that-o. Anyway, here’s the sink… -=Scene=- Splash opens a hand towards the sink which looks like someone committed a homicide in. Something small’s crawling around it, but it’s too little to make out. -=Senor Splash=- This is where I do all of my bathing. It’s quite luxurious-o. It’s also where the Psychadeli cleans most of it’s meat. Last week I caught Ole King Cole Cuts “cleaning his carne” in this sink too, that sick bastard. You think he could at least go to his crib…that heaping dumpster behind the back…hopefully I can move into that one day…Anyway-o, here’s the toilet, which is really the entertainment center and office. Why the office? CAUSE IT’S WHERE I DO ALL OF MY BUSINESS, OLE! Anyway, I also clean the mop in here…and passhhh out on it when the night’s bueno to me…and now the entertainment center… -=Scene=- Splash lifts the top of the toilet off and sets it on the sink. He removes a bottle of the cheapest Tequila and a ziplock bag full of girlie mags. -=Senor Splash=- As you can see…I could be in here for ahoras! The latest issue of ‘Grande Girls’ and some good Teq and I’m a happy man-o! In the winter this also doubles as a freezer…sometimes Paraslice likes to store the spare meats in here if we run out of room, tambien. Now, onto the coup de’gracias…the closet in the closet…my pull down bed! -=Scene=- Senor takes half a step over to another door IN the closet and tugs on it. It won’t open. He notices two different flabby wads of skin hanging out of the side of the door. He pokes one and hears a very familiar male giggle. He pokes the other and hears an older woman’s voice. -=Senor Splash=- Mami? -=Mysterious Male Voice that Sounds Like a Certain Sexy Chef=- Not YOUR Mother! -=Scene=- Senor holds his mouth in vulgarity. He may be a fat drunken luchador slob…but he has good taste in women. -=Senor Splash=- Aye carumba, after that, Splash needs a drink… -=Scene=- Splash reaches into the back of the toilet and to his surprise pulls out a bottle of Camo Malt Liquor. He looks at it awkwardly. -=Senor Splash=- Who ‘round here drinkshshsh Camo? Oh well, bottoms up! -=Scene=- Splash starts pummeling the 40 oz of Camo as the camera fades back leaving Splash on his toilet and two people fornicating in his pull down bed in the lowest rated MTV Cribs in history.
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B.A.
Grimlock
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Post by B.A. on Jan 15, 2006 16:39:10 GMT -5
Remedy blasts over the speaker as eddie omega makes his way out.
The lights on the ramp dim purple as he steps out on the ramp....his opponent, captain insaneo in the ring. Eddie walks down the ring with a smile on his face. Whoever it is, he knows hes going to need help
Eddie goes around the ring with his omega psi phi shirt on and grabs a mic. "Hey, lets not forget, my new friend. Come on out, Principal Pain." Principal pain makes his way out to the ring and high fives Eddie, as eddie gets in the ring.
*Bell rings* Both go for an elbow collar tie up but insaneo knees him and gives him an european uppercut that knocks him down. Insaneo goes over and begins to stomp eddie before shoving his head with his foot. He picks eddie up and irish whips him in the corner. He rushes eddie, and hits him. Insaneo takes advantage by slapping his chest.
Crowd: Insaneo! Insaneo
While distracted eddie punches insaneo which knocks him backwards. Insaneo smiles and runs to eddie, but eddie goes through captains legs but insaneo grabs him by the tights and picks him up and chops him again. Eddie drops and rolls out the ring.
Ref begins to count while eddie consults with Pain on a strategy. Eddie then gets back in the ring and another collar elbow tie up happens. Eddie then steps on the big mans toes and does it again, with a rake to the eyes. He pushes insaneo in the corner and begins to do shoulders to captains gut. Eddie then runs to the opposite corner but insaneo catches eddie with his hand.
King: They know whats about to happen!!!
Crowd: Psycho chokeslam!!
Eddie is caught for the psycho chokeslam, and insaneo lifts him up...and drops him down with force. Eddie is out cold, but Pain on the outside distracts the ref with..it looks like, eddies paddle?
Styles: Hey, ref, look at the paddle!!
Pain slides the paddle to eddie, hitting him which wakes him up, all of this without the ref seeing it somehow, and insaneo goes over to pain and lifts him into the ring.
*Crowd cheers as insaneo goes for a psycho chokeslam to pain.*
Insaneo slams pain, and thge ref goes over to check on him, but Eddie, after concealing the paddle, clocks insaneo in the head
Styles: Hey ref!!! look!!!
The paddle cracks and eddie tosses it out the ring, and covers the unconcious insaneo.
Ref: 1...2...3...
Eddie sits up and rolls out the ring and raises his hands as Remedy starts. He goes over to lift up principal pain as the two back up the ramp in victory.
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DQorDie
Bubba Ho-Tep
Believe in yourself & ROCK N ROLL!!!
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Post by DQorDie on Jan 15, 2006 19:20:32 GMT -5
Paul Podanski is still hot in pursuit of finding Ma. Though drinking while finding her hasn’t led to the best results. Paul ends up in the boiler room & passes out on the floor. In midst of napping & drooling all over himself some soft footsteps can be heard. The feet make their way up to Paul as we see Paul lying on his stomach with his face turned to the camera. A pair of brown Eddie Bauer shoes are seen next to Paul’s face. The soft spoken man speaks.
Mystery Man: Howdy ho neighbor. I see you’ve got some sobering to do.
Paul Podanski: * begins to wake up a bit* No......I gotta.....gotta find my mother......She went missing. BELCH!!![/I]
Mystery Man: Well Paul....There’s an....
PP: An ancient saying.....from.....the Celtics?
MM: Nooooo no. It’s actually an old saying from around here. It goes “trust your gut.”
PP: *belly noises can be heard from Paul* Ooooo my belly is telling me I gotta lay off deep frying turkey stuffed with pork rolls marinated in Nesquik syrup followed with a chocolate orange for a tangy taste & aroma. Ooooo & have it soaked in Ecto Cooler. Oooooo! And baste it in Marshmellow fluff. Ooooo!!!! And and a gravy milk shake! *begings to water at the mouth & then farts extremely loud that even stifles the mystery man that we can't see* What does it say about following your ass?
MM: NOT THAT YOU REPULSIVE BOVINE WALKING TURD!!!! *back to calm soft spoken voice* It means....Is there anyone you completely suspect of taking your mother. Any one or any....group in particular?
PP: Huh? A group? Like Color Me Badd? Mama always like that Kenny G looking guy. You think they have her? You know...
MM: NOOOOO!!!! Maybe a.....Deli of sorts?
PP: Mmmmm a deli. Like Schwartz's on 5th & 43rd?
MM: NO! THE PSYCHADELI! P! S! Y! C! H! A! D! E! L! I! THERE I SAID IT! THE PSYCHADELI HAVE HER!!!!
PP: *starting to get up & shaking off his hangover but popping another beer out of his arm pit & cracking it open* Uuuuh....Well Ma has been seeing that rear canal Delicious Dick Slater....If ya ask me I think he’s a bit of a fruit cake....just like the rest of that PsychaDeli...Wait! PSYCHADELI! Those rear canals have been flapping their gums for awhile now about me. Blaming me for the death of Tim Terror. It’s about time I clobber those hippy dipcraps into oblivion. Thanks whoever you are.
MM: No problem neighbor. I’m here to help. Hahahaha.
Paul fatguy jogs off as the camera slowly moves up the torso of this mystery person....
A pipe blocks his face though we all know that it’s Wilson.
Fade to next segment
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DQorDie
Bubba Ho-Tep
Believe in yourself & ROCK N ROLL!!!
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Post by DQorDie on Jan 15, 2006 21:32:06 GMT -5
The sitar strums as the PA pumps out some generic hippie music. The camera floats over to the PsychaDeli as their logo pops up on screen. All the members are there, but the traditional opening to the PsychaDeli is cut short as we immediately go to Paraslice.
Paraslice: CUT THE criminey jeezeING MUSIC!!! What the hell is this? No guests? Are you kidding me? This weeks we have absolutely no guests? What the s##t is this? There you have it folks we will NOT be having any guests this week!
The crowd roars in approval for the Deli having to close early on a Sunday.
Paraslice is not happy & continues.
Paraslice: Hey! Now wait a second. I thought the EWT was about equal opportunity!? You cheer everytime those no talent bums like Bolt Bacana & Limey, that midcard champion, so why not cheer for us!!! We deserve it! *the crowds jeer the PsychaDeli endlessly* Just look at these fine wrestlers. We have the next World Tag Team Champions right here with “Bend Over & Say Aaaah!” Just look at this fine example of U.S. Grade BEEF! *slaps Dick on the chest as his man breasts jiggle. Splash looks at jiggle while Paraslice continues* Just look at us!!! Chiseled out of stone!! *starts mini flexing* Grazed from grannite!! *Senor Splash continues to watch Dick’s breast jiggle* The number one draft picks! *Salami Swami is shown picking his feet & then moving on to chewing off his toenails* & wrestling royalty!!! *Ol King Cold Cuts shows up dressed up like Freddie Mercury* What the hell?
Ol King Cold Cuts: The royal dry cleaners would not accept American Express. My most humble apologies.
Ol King Cold Cuts bows to Paraslice as he gets a swift kick to the nuts for his troubles.
Paraslice: Now you can really sing like Freddie. Anyway......We don’t have a guest for you fine folks tonight so......
The crowd erupts in cheers yet again at hearing there is no guest. Paraslice looks perturbed but continues. Senor Splash goes up to Paraslice & whispers in his ear.
Paraslice: Oh what? Wait a second.....WE DO HAVE A GUEST THIS EVENING!!!
The fans boo as Paraslice continues again.
Paraslice: Oh & do we have a very special guest in store for you. If you thought the Handsome Boy Modeling School was something think again! If you thought seeing Senor Splash crap his pants like he was in pre-K because of Crauswell was great...Think again! Because I literally have the mother of all guests set up for you right now.....SENOR SPLASH BRING OUT OUR GUEST!!!
The fans are really disliking this as they must wait for Senor Splash to bring out the next guest on the chopping block here at the PsychaDeli.
Senor Splash has been gone for quite awhile as the fans seem to be getting aggitated. Paraslice is talking with the other members of the PsychaDeli as all of a sudden music starts playing......
IT’S THE BLUE BLAZER THEME!
Paraslice: WHAT THE HELL!!!! KEEP THE DOOR CLOSED!!! DON’T LET HIM GET IN! OR ELSE WE’LL LOSE THE DELI! I DON’T HIM COMING IN WITH THAT F###ING CUSTOM!!!!!
All the remaining members of the PsychaDeli run up against the meat locker/entrance door & barricade it from Senor Splash making it in.
Paraslice: *making his way up to the Employees Only/Entrance Door* Lock that damn door! We can’t afford to have him come out wearing that Blue Blazer custom he got off Wrestle-Bay.com! LOCK THAT DOOOR DO YOU HEAR ME!!!
As Paraslice looks away from the crowd & gets more closer to the door the members of the PsychaDeli are locking all of a sudden the fans erupt in cheers. Paraslice keeps talking until he turns around to see Paul Podanski staring at him from across the PsychaDeli glass door entrance.
Immediately Paraslice calls his troops away from the door. The door is locked keeping Senor Splash at bay with his Blue Blazer custom as the troops attack Paul Podanski.
One by one Paul hits each member down with one-two punches as Paraslice looks on & commands the PsychaDeli members to attack.
The Salami Swami runs up to Paul as he catches him in a PAULERSLAM!! The Salami Swami writhes on the floor holding his back as Paul is now being flogged with elbows & forearms by Ol’ King Cold Cuts & Delicious Dick Slater. He EXPLODES & throws each one off of him!
Paul is looking like the drunken demon he claims to be as he lets out a mighty roar which the crowd yells back at him in approval.
Ol King Cold Cuts makes an attempt at Paul but Paul hits him with an.....APPAULER TO THE TILED FLOOR!!!!
Seeing that Delicious Dick is in his way he points at him mouthing off at him about dating his mother & that he’s gonna kill him. Dick takes the opportunity & peppers Paul with some left & rights to various parts of the body. Paul looks as if he’s taking the brunt of those hits, but he Pauls up roars at Delicious Dick who starts to back off on him. Paul blasts Delicious Dick with several shots to the face & throat & gives him a stiff kick to the mid-section for good measure. He lifts him up for a PAULERBOMB& begins the twirl. The audience counts along!
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Paul lets go sending Delicious Dick through the glass window next to the door. Delicious Dick is out cold & bleeding from the glass.
Paul pumps his fist to the fans as they got ape poop. Then he turns around & sees Paraslice.
Paraslice tries to back off, but he’s go nowhere to go. Paul gets up in his grill & starts talking to him. All of a sudden Paul drops to his knees in pain holding on his crotch. Paraslice is in disbelief as he didn’t touch Paul. After that instant his facial expressions turns from disbelief to a big toothy grin as the perpetrator is right in front of him......It’s MAMA PODANSKI!!!
Mama pulls her son up by his ear & stands him up as Paraslice charges at Paul & hits THE COLD CUTTER!!! Paraslice gets some height as Paul hits that tile floor like a sack of horse crap. Paraslice gets up & begins celebrating. Mama Podanski goes over to her man, Dick & fireman carries him to her defeated son. She slaps some sense into Dick to wake him up as they immediately start making out. Mrs. P digs into Dick’s G-string & appears to be looking for a foreign object. She doesn’t seem to have much area to cover, but still has her hand jiggling around the front of Dick’s G-string.
They all of a sudden move the action on to Paul HIMSELF. They begin sitting on his hairy back making out. Mrs. P begins wrapping her legs around the Delicious One as Paraslice gets back on the mic.
Paraslice: DO YOU SEE PAUL PODANSKI! DO YOU SEE?! THIS IS WHAT YOU GET WHEN YOU MESS WITH THE PSYCHADELI! THIS IS WHAT YOU GET....When you mess with the Taylor Family!!! AND IF YOU WANT ANY SORT OF RETRIBUTION THEN CHALLENGE ME FOR THE TOOLSHED CHAMPIONSHIP AT THE NEXT PPV!!! I WANT WHAT IS MY FAMILY’S!!!! AND IF YOU CAN BEAT ME I WILL GIVE YOU YOUR FAT DECREPIT OLD FAT DISGUSTING HAG OF A MOTHER BACK!!!
Dick & Mrs. P stop making out as Dick goes up to Paraslice to see what the hell is he talking about.
Paraslice: Don’t worry Dicky Baby because at the next PPV after this women’s nonsense PPV we’re gonna show Mr. Podanski that he shouldn’t look lightly upon Peace, Love, & Pastrami. You’re gonna keep yer sea hag & I’m....going to be....the next....TOOLSHED CHAMPION! And the Taylor Family will once again be where they belong on top & Paul Podanski will be sucking pickeled eggs at a local tavern as he dances for change to buy another precious beer. Listen Paul.....whenever you wake up from that cold cutter you’re going to agree to my conditions I just made because if you won’t I’ll make sure you’ll see plenty of what Dick & you’re mother have been cooking up if ya know what I mean. NEXT PPV you better agreee Paul. You better agree.
The PsychaDeli theme begins as Dick & Paul’s mother go back to dry humping on Paul’s unconscious body. But wait.....THE BLUE BLAZER THEME HITS & THE EMPLOYEES ONLY DOOR OPENS!!!!!
Immediately we go to commercial before we see what comes out.
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Post by Oceanic on Jan 16, 2006 4:16:13 GMT -5
The lights dim and Oceanic comes out from the back to a major pop. She gets into the ring and waits for her mystery opponent who turns out to be none other than.....
Jackie Gayda. Oceanic can be seen rolling her eyes as Gayda comes down to the ring. The crowd seems disappointed in the mystery opponent and let their opinions known. Jackie tries to look as serious as she can but can't be taken even the least bit seriously.
The bell rings and Gayda charges at Oceanic, but before she can make any contact she trips on her own feet and falls face first into the canvas. Oceanic just stands there and watches. Gayda quickly tries to get back to her feet but once she's up she gets leveled with a series of knees and elbows, pushing her back against the turnbuckle. Oceanic sends Gayda to the other side and runs in, clocking Jackie right in her jaw with a dropkick. Jackie stumbles out and Oceanic sends her down to the mat with a leg lariat. Oceanic bounces off the second rope with a Lionsault and follows with a double leg drop across her stomach. Oceanic stands back up and looks to the crowd, then points down at Gayda getting a major pop. Oceanic picks Gayda up and delivers a sit down Pedigree, then flips her over and locks in These Arms Are Snakes. It's not long until Gayda taps out.
Oceanic releases the hold and rolls Gayda out of the ring. After wards she grabs the mic.
"Well, that was unfulfilling. Maybe if Miss Jackie is lucky they'll accept her as a late addition to the Harlot Hunt. Anything as long as she doesn't dirty up my ring."
The crowd begins an "GND!" chant.
"Moving along to more important topics, Girl's Night Out is coming up and a lot of people have the same question. 'Can the Women's Division main event a PPV?' The answer is a big yes. We might not have the deep roster like the boys do, but we have just as much talent as them. Perhaps more. Think about every participant in the Gauntlet match. There's not a stinker in the bunch. Every single one of those girls knows exactly what they're doing. There is no single woman bigger than the other. No one is getting preferential treatment. No one is posing for idiotic bikini pictures for stroke material. We are the most balanced division in the EWT, you never know who will win on any given night. If wrestling fans wanted to see good wrestling, they know where to find it."
"The only thing that matters in the Women's Division is competition. That's it. We don't need any of the bells and whistles a lot of promotions need to put on a show. All we need is talent, and we have that by the barrel. This Wednesday, get ready for one helluva fight. This is where we get to shine, and we'll shine so bright you can see us from space."
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Post by Virus aka Captain No-Nuts on Jan 16, 2006 15:59:04 GMT -5
(The camera cuts to a close-up shot of somebody's back. The camera zooms out slightly and we realize it's Virus, however we can't see his emotions since we can only see the back of his head. He continues to quietly put his wrestling gear away as Sum Guy steps into the frame.)
Sum Guy: I'm Sum Guy and I liked Pepsi Blue. I'm here with Virus, who lost a close match to Limey for the EWT World Heavyweight Title earlier this week. How are you feeling, Virus?
(Virus doesn't turn his head, and when he speaks, he does so in a level, calm voice.)
Virus: How do I feel, Sum? How... do I feel?! I'll tell you how I feel, Sum...
(Virus explodes to his feet in a violent manner. Sum Guy, obviously scared for his life, falls backwards down onto the floor and immediately curls up into the fetal position. Virus looks down at the pathetic image, then starts laughing.)
Virus: I feel vindicated. I got to thinking about it, as Limey held my hand up high in the middle of that ring. As I walked back up that ramp, with the crowd cheering me harder then they'd ever done before, I realized that it wasn't the title I was after. It was the recognition. The shot of adrenaline that comes from going out there and giving it my all to entertain those fans who pay good money to put their butts in those seats.
Virus: It was for the fans who tape every episode and watch them over and over again, trying to figure out where a feud might go.
Virus: But most importantly, I wasn't trying, in hindsight, to prove myself to everyone else. I was trying to prove myself to... well, myself. To give me that confidence that I can hang in there for 30 minutes with one of the greats in the business. And really, that's all I needed.
Virus: But now that I've gotten a taste, I want the whole damn thing. So I'm putting the EWT on notice: I'm here, I'm ready, and I will not be denied. And just like I told Limey before that match... if you don't believe me... you had better PREPARE... TO BE... INFECTED!
(Virus steps out of frame. After a few seconds of silence, we pan back down to Sum Guy, who is still in the fetal position on the floor.)
Sum Guy: Well... (gulp)... strong words from Virus... That's it for now. I'm Sum Guy, and I think I need to bleach my underwear.
(Fade to... well, whatever's next.)
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Bubba Ho-Tep
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Post by DQorDie on Jan 16, 2006 16:16:18 GMT -5
The scene is Maelstrom’s Aquarium. The camera cuts to many fish in their tanks. Throughout can be heard the dripping of water. Drop by drop. Besides the continuous drip dropping an eerie silence can be felt. The camera goes to a rather large tank that unlike the other tanks is devoid of fish.
Suddenly some foot steps can be heard. In the shadows is a rather large man. Though the darkness shades his visage we all know it is Maelstrum. Sulkenly he walks through his aquarium to the empty tank.
Maelstrom puts his hands over the tank & slowly falls to his knees. Maelstrom pulls his hair back with his husky right hand & sighs. We can begin picking up on what he’s saying.
Maelstrom: Old friend.....You’re gone ... from pup too full fledged adult I nursed you ... you became a true monster of the Aquarium ... and now your gone ... there will be no more feeding frenzy's or horrifying of Mark Jindrak .... just a hollow tank ... created by a calolous hollow man ..
At the end of the last word in that sentence IMMEDIATELY Maelstrom’s head makes contact with the tank. The glass begins to crack. A powerful German roar can be heard as the dazzed’s Maelstrom’s head is now grasped by a large hand that shoves it again into the tank.
THE TANK EXPLODES OPEN!!
The culprit now steps into the Aquarium light & without any surprises it’s revealed as Flex Magnificent.
With the breaking of the tank the wash rushes all over Maelstrom cleaning him of any bloodshed. The waters cover Maelstrom who tries to get up, but Flex Magnificent gives Maelstrom no chance to rise as he immediately football punts Maelstrom on the side of the head. Maelstrom jumps & tries to get back up. Flex helps Maelstrom to his feet by pulling his hair. Maelstrom makes it to a vertical base yet dazed & confused after all the damage done to his head.
Flex Magnificent: Haha Fish Monger you’re frien’ mus’ be lonely why not we give him some company shall we?
Flex immediately throws Maelstrom into some smaller tanks encased with deadly piranhas & electric eels. Maelstrom lies upon the broken cases & shattered glass as his precious piranhas flip flop like they were being cooked alive. The eels slither around Maelstrom as he tries to raise himself up, but Flex is back on his case.
Flex lifts up Maelstrom but this time in a STACKED SUPER SLAM INTO THE OCTOPUS TANK!!!! The tank shatters as the octopus falls right onto Maelstrom. Flex takes the appendages & forces the large octopus to wrap those tenacles around Maelstrom’s throat. Groans can be heard from both Maelstrom & the octopus as Flex continues to force the motions. The Flex begins to stomp on the octopus & squish it’s brains out of it’s head with his feet. The octopus dies a painful death as he releases Maelstrom from it’s grasp as he continues on his rampage.
But this time he knocks down various tanks, chucking fish around, & stomping on them. Flex sees a manta ray in his midst. He steps on it & begins pulling on it’s pectoral fins. Flex continues yanking until they both rip off in his hands. He picks the rest of it up.
FM: Let’s see you fly now! Hahaha!
Flex picks it up & hurls it into the wall as it merely drops on it’s back. Meanwhile a horseshoe crab tries to scatter away but Flex catches it & rips off it’s stiff tail. He walks back over to Maelstrom & rips off the dead squid from around his neck & begins stabbing Maelstrom around his eye with the horseshoe crab’s tail. Blood flows throughout.
Flex throws the tail away & looks at the destruction he has caused. Some tanks still have many deadly fish inside as Flex grabs a chair nearby & begins smashing open tanks as deadly jellyfish, other sharks all flow out with the water. Flex gets out of their way & walks over to Maelstrom. He buries the chair in his throat as Maelstrom begins to immitate the fish around him & begins flopping around too.
Flex throws down the chair & admires his work as almost all sealife has perished in Maelstrom’s aquarium. He looks over at Maelstrom who’s gasping for air & begins to speak.
FM: Aaaaah....It seems yo’ aqwareyum is no longuh fit fo living....Seems like we’ll huv do find you a new Aqwareyum do live in! But where? *cups his chin with his hands in thought* OH I KNOW!!! You come wit me!!!
Flex begins to drag Maelstrom by his hair out of the demolished Aquarium & drag him through the EWT Bingo Hall’s halls. Flex finally stops in front of a door.
FM: Aaah here it is!
Flex points to the door which has the men’s bathroom logo on it. Flex pushes the door open & brings the limp Maelstrom inside.
FM: Aaaah po’ Fish Monger. Id looks like you need some water! Let me get you some.
Flex turns on the faucet & begins to cup water in his hands & splash Maelstrom with whatever is left in his palms. Then Flex stops & turns to Maelstrom.
FM: Wut?! No movement! It looks like my pet has died. Well we all know wut we do do pet fish when dey perish. Hahaha.
Flex busts open a stall door & dead lifts the knocked out Maelstrom into a power slam position. He enters in the stall with Maelstrom & adjusts him into a tomb stone position. Flex kicks open a toilet lid &..................OWEN HART PILEDRIVER INTO THE CRAPPER!!!!
Maelstrom lays with his head in the toilet as Flex gets back up & lifts Maelstrom up by his feet & flushes the toilet with Maelstrom’s face inside the toilet.
Flex drops Maelstrom as he begins walking away. The camera pans on Maelstrom’s face. His face & hair is soaked in toilet water with his eyes closed as he shakes.
Fade to commercial.
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Post by Deamon Cohln on Jan 16, 2006 16:26:28 GMT -5
*Deamon and Jacola are walking back to the locker room. Jacola is holding up Deamon who is holding his head. Sum Guy comes out of nowhere and gets in front of the brothers for an interview.*
Sum Guy: DON’T PUSH ME THERE! I DON’T WANNA!
Random Camera Dude: Just do it we need the interview.
Sum Guy: These guys are craz….. Hello Deamon!
Deamon: Move or I will split your skull open on the wall.
Sum Guy: Can we just ask you a few questions?
Deamon: No.
Sum Guy: Ok well see ya…. *Camera man pushes him back in* Oh crap, well, who was that guy who attacked you tonight against Kane?
Deamon: None of your damn business.
Sum Guy: Ok well see ya…*Camera man hold him in screen* OH COME ON.
Deamon: Idiot behind the camera, let him go or I will split your skull first.
Sum Guy: Listen to him, he’ll do it.
Camera guy: I don’t care Toomi told us to do this.
Deamon: Whatever, just know that this has been the worst time of my life. Bolt takes away the OX Title shot I rightfully deserve, Jacola gets hurt, Sev…someone has come back to try and attack me and my bro. Just what is WRONG with this fed! I’m a accomplished veteran and I’m getting treated like crap! Toomi, you know what I’m talking about, you just have to keep hiring my family. Well, this is all gonna change. I’m going to take my rightful place in the EWT, AND THAT’S THE GODDAMN TRUTH!
Camera guy: Is that it, is that all he does?
Deamon: Jacola, do you thing, I can stand. *Jacola attacks the camera man as Sum Guy sneaks away. And the camera goes out.*
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Post by DQorDie on Jan 16, 2006 17:07:24 GMT -5
Flex returns from the destruction of Maelstrom & his Aquarium of solitude to his locker room. He enters with “The Doctor of Muscletology” Dr. Frederick Delavier as they are in a laughing frenzy from what just happened. We listen in on their conversation.Dr. Frederick Delavier: Hahahaha Ah my creation, the next step in Maniflex Destiny has taken place & I must say it was done.... magnificently! But now you have your match for this week. Who will your opponent be? Flex Magnificent: A good question my benevolent creator. Who will my opponent be? Hmmmm. Led us tink of it ovuh uh smoothie, huh? The crowd Ooo’s as it’s evident Paul Podanski’s puke is still inside the juicer. But Flex & Delavier make no notice of this as Flex begins pumping some mangos into the juicer. It finishes rather quickly as Delavier already has the glasses prepared. Flex pours the contents into each up.FM: *raises his glass* DO THE END OF MALE STRUM! And....Do de beginning of the next phase of MANIFLEX DESTINY!!! Both men pound ‘em down as they both stop simultaneously. Their mouths are still of the contents. They look at each other....DOUBLE SPIT TAKE!!!
They have Mango & Paul Podanski Vomit Smoothie all over their clothes. Both men gag as they still have the taste of vomit in their mouths. FM: WHAT DE HELL WAS IN DAT!!! FD Phd.: I DON’T KNOW!!! IT TASTED LIKE....It tasted like.....OH NO!!!!! FM: *watches his creator run off to vomit himself* Ugh, wut kind of foul beast hath doth MESSED WIT MY JUICUH!!!! WHO!!! WHO DUNNIT?!?!?!!?! Flex stops short as he sees something out the corner of his eye. He walks over to a section of his private dressing room & bends down. He picks something up & stands up inspecting the item. It’s a bottle of St. Paulie Girl’s beer!FM: PAUL PODANSKI!!!!!![/i] Fade to commercial.
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Post by Ultimo Chocula on Jan 16, 2006 19:10:42 GMT -5
(Some Casio keyboard music with cheesy low rent sci fi sound effects comes on and out come none other than Koko and Owen, High Energy. They bounce down to the ring jumping and smiling like they did like seventeen whippets trying to get the crowd pumped up. Mercifully the music stops and Moniqua makes her way down to the ring, Fru Fru in tow as always. She gets into the ring and takes a good look at High Energy. She shutters at what they are wearing and takes the mic.)
Moniqua: "Oh no no no no no no. This will never do. Who is your designer? The checkers, the suspenders, the bagginess, this is unacceptable. How do you two expect to win if you do not look good? Not even in the circus could you boys look fashionable. Ugh, I can't even bear to look at those horrendous eyesores you call attire anymore!"
Fru Fru: "Yip!"
(Moniqua turns her head away in disgust and wrinkles her nose. Koko and Owen look at each other puzzled. Moniqua then turns to the crowd and smiles, ready to make her big intro.)
Moniqua: "And now, to show you what handsome boys are supposed to look like, I will now introduce you to the best looking team that has ever been here in the EWT! Dressed in Fredrico Debonaire' tights shipped in at great expense from Madrid, here are William and Signore Chocula, the Handsome Boy Modeling School!"
("Look At This Face" plays and out walks Billy and UC, dressed identically in shiny red tights with monogrammed initials and matching boots. They strut down with cocky grins on their faces as flashbulbs go off everywhere and, of course, to a deafening chorus of boos. They get into the ring next to Moniqua and do a series of poses for the crowd before UC takes the mic.)
UC: "You know what I'm hungry for?"
Crowd: "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!"
UC: "...Berry cereal. You guys walked right into that one."
(The three laugh at UC's little joke. High Energy start to get impatient.)
UC: "Once again you bozos out there fail to give us the respect and adulation we deserve! Look at us for *BEEP!*'s sake! We're sexy as *BEEP!* We're wank material for every chick in this crowd! Look around the EWT! Can you think of any one who even comes close to looking as good as we do? *BEEP!* no! Cuz everybody else in the back are just undignified, unrefined, tasteless cave men! The Handsome Boy Modeling School is the future of this federation so all those jive ass turkeys better get used to that fact!"
(The crowd boos some more.)
UC: "And what better proof than at the Survival Cage, when my main man here, Billy, got cheated out of the World Title by that pasty crumpet gobbler, Limey! What kind of *BEEP!* is that? I tell you, it just ain't right. Tell 'em, Billy!"
(UC hands the microphone over to Billy. Almost immediately a "Virgin!" chant starts up. Billy scowls at the crowd before saying his peace.)
Billy: "Go ahead! Make fun of me all you want! It doesn't matter to me one bit! You want to know why? Because soon you people won't be able to mock me anymore! If you think being pinned by Limey is going to stop me you are sorely mistaken! Make no mistake, I'll see him again soon, and when I get that chump in the ring, he'll soon realize that getting one over on me was a fluke! Limey can't compete with me on skill, talent, or looks! He fails in every category! The Handsome Boy Modeling School plan for EWT domination is still in effect, people! A monopoly on all the belts is only a matter of time, and when we have all the power we'll clean this place up! No more beer swilling hicks! No more spooky devil wanna be's! No more X-treme sports drink guzzling glorified stunt men! It will only be us, Ultimo, Billy, and Moniqua!"
Fru Fru: "Yip!"
Billy: ".....and Fru Fru. Can't forget about the damn dog."
Crowd: "VIR-GIN! VIR-GIN! VIR-GIN! VIR-GIN!"
Billy: "Do you think that's gonna hurt me? Not anymore! Your days of virgin discrimination are coming to an end soon! Because right after we take care of these two fashion catastrophes, Ultimo and I are going to the club! That's right! Ultimo's going to show me every trick he knows! And do you know what will happen after that?"
(Billy has a huge smile on his face as he imagines all the ladies he's going to score with. Meanwhile, UC is laughing to himself. Moniqua looks over at him wondering what's so funny and UC straightens up, trying to play cool. Billy continues."
Billy: "Oh yeah! You know it! I will finally achieve what I've been wanting ever since I first saw Madonna's "Express Yourself" video! The virgin you see now will no longer exist! Exit Billy The Virgin, enter Billy.......The Sex God!"
(The bell rings and both teams take their respective corners. Billy and Koko start things off. They circle and tie up, Billy getting the upper hand and throwing Koko across the ring with a big hip toss. No sooner is Koko up when Billy is on him with, punching the back of his head until Koko drops to one knee. Billy hits the ropes and comes back with a knee lift right into Koko's face. Billy poses to the crowd to the usual reaction. Billy drags Koko over to his corner and tags in UC. UC gets in and they both send Koko to the ropes and catch him with a double dropkick (they get more air than the Rock N' Roll Express, thankyouverymuch) that knocks Koko to the mat.
UC bounces up and comes back with a quick leg drop. He tries for a pin but only gets two. UC picks Koko up and lays him out with a back suplex, followed by three elbow drops in rapid succession. UC reaches over and tags Billy back in and they set up for another double team move. Koko looks to have gotten away and starts to run to his corner but UC and Billy had a grip on his suspenders. They both pull Koko back in and double clothesline him in the back of the head.
Billy and UC laugh to themselves as UC gets out of the ring. Billy sends Koko into the ropes and Koko makes a tag to Owen as he bounces off the ropes. Billy leap frogs over Koko and waits for him on the rebound but Koko grabs the ropes, stopping his momentum. Billy looks puzzled and Koko points for Billy to look behind him. Billy turns to see Owen flying off the top rope and landing a cross body on him. UC runs into the ring to help Billy but Koko cuts him off with a clothesline. Koko and Owen pick up their respective opponents and take them to opposite corners. They both mount the turnbuckles for the ten punch, which does not sit well with Moniqua who is screaming for UC and Billy to do something.
One! Two! Three! Four! Five! Six!.....but on six both UC and Billy pick up their attackers and run at each other. Koko and Owen collide as the HBMS crash them into each other. UC keeps ahold of Koko and throws him over the top while Billy Manhattan Drops Owen then plasters him with a clothesline. UC hits the ropes and vaults over the top with a Cannonball Run that lays Koko out.
Meanwhile Billy gives Owen a bulldog in the center of the ring. Owen struggles to this hands and knees which is just an invitation for Billy to dropkick him right in the ribs. Billy tags in UC and then sends Owen into the ropes, spike slamming him into the mat. UC then catapults himself into the ring and drops a leg across Owen's chest. UC picks Owen up and delivers a big Shellshock to Owen that lays him out on the mat. UC climbs to the top rope and signals to the crowd, then leaps off with a knee sault that lands squarely on Owen's chest. UC goes for the pin but Owen kicks out at two. UC screams "That's it!" and tags Billy in. UC puts Owen into the reverse face lock and lifts him for the Abdominizor, but Owen reverses and lands behind UC. UC turns to clothesline him but Owen ducks and UC accidentally hits Billy instead. Owen uses the snafu to make the hot tag in to Koko.
Koko jumps in, pulls his pants up to his armpits and goes to work. He dropkicks UC down and gives Billy the same. He runs off the ropes for a double clothesline but Billy and UC catch him and hot shot Koko across the top rope. With his momentum suddenly gone, UC sets him up. He reverse suplexes Koko right across Billy's knee successfully completing the Abdominizer. Billy makes the cover and gets the three.)
Lillian: "Here are your winners.........The Handsome Boy Modeling School!"
(Moniqua climbs into the ring and raises her boys' hands up in victory. Fru Fru comes in and sniffs Koko, then piddles on his head. Billy gets up on the second turnbuckle and shouts "Tonight's the night!" and makes a humping motion. UC smirks and laughs to himself as Billy shouts insults to random crowd members. That's our match so good night.)
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Post by Poker Joker on Jan 16, 2006 19:18:20 GMT -5
(The scene opens up in the dressing room. Ultimo Chocula, Billy "The Virgin" Ubermark, and Moniqua burst through the doors, celebrating.)
*CHOCULA*: Oh YEAH, BABY! Look who just took the energy out of "High Energy"!
(Chocula gives Billy a high-five.)
*BU*: No kidding! Those two second-rate punks are going to be feeling that beating for the next two weeks.
*CHOCULA*: Hey, what was with those F****** outfits? Suspenders... Parartrooper pants... neon-checkerboard style? They look like they were designed by MC Hammer on an acid trip.
*BU*: Oh yeah! And their names! Koko B. Ware? B. Ware of what? My foot going up your ass when I kick it that hard? What a joke!
(Billy opens up his locker, grabs a towel and wipes some of the sweat off of his face. Chocula starts taking the tape off that's around his wrist. Moniqua stands behind them smiling as she caresses her dog, Fru-Fru.)
*MONIQUA*: That's right, my Handsome Boys! Revel in your victory, tonight! Soon, the whole world will know that there is no tag-team in the E.W.T. that will ever be as sexy and magnificent as you are!
*CHOCULA*: You've got that right! DAMN! Nobody ever looked this f****** good kicking the s*** out of losers like that! No-BODY!
*MONIQUA* (cringing): Signore Chocula, please! Your language. Handsome Boys do not need to talk like that.
*CHOCULA* (rolling his eyes): Oh, sorry!
(Billy puts his towel back in the locker and digs through a gym bag for a minute. Suddenly, he pulls a magazine out.)
*BU*: HEY! I forgot I put this in there!
*CHOCULA*: What's that?
*BU*: Its the January issue of "Jumbo Jigglers." They've got special centerfold in here, this week, of pornstar Kelly Kumkwik. She's IN-CREDIBLE!
*CHOCULA*: No kidding? Lemme see that!
*BU*: Me first, dude! I paid for it!
(Moniqua suddenly swipes the magazine out of Billy's hands. She opens it, and gasps in shock at what's inside.)
*MONIQUA*: WILLIAM! How could you have something like this?!
*BU* (thinking for a second): I ... uh... got a subscription?
*MONIQUA*: Handsome boys do NOT need this kind of filth! Their heads should be filled with CLEAN thoughts.
*BU*: So, what if I take the mag into the showers?
*MONIQUA* (rolls her eyes and clinches a fist): Oh! You two are impossible, sometimes! After all I've done for you, thus far, can't you just make some MINOR changes for me?
(Billy and Ultimo look at one another and then look back at Moniqua.)
*Billy & Ultimo* (together): Sorry Moniqua.
*MONIQUA* (smiling sweetly, again): That is much better! Now, my Handsome Boys... go and shower up. Tomorrow, we have a photo shoot to be at, so we must look our best. I am going to go home and care for Fru-Fru, so until then.... ta-ta.
(Moniqua looks down at the dog and puts her nose up to its snout. The dog starts licking her frace, feverously.)
*MONIQUA* (in a shrill voice): That's right! Mama's going to take care o' baby Fru-Fru! That's right! That's right, Precious! That's right, my precious-wecious! That's right!
(Moniqua turns and heads out the lockerroom door. As she leaves, both Billy and Ultimo Chocula cock their heads and admire her ass as she leaves. Once the door closes, both men break out laughing.)
*CHOCULA*: Damn! If that ain't a sight to behold.
*BU*: MAN! I wouldn't mind if she "took care" of me, if you know what I mean.
*CHOCULA*: Same here! You think it would happen?
*BU*: Not a chance. I think she sleeps with that damn dog.
*CHOCULA*: Hey, I wouldn't mind if her dog's in the bed with us. Just as long as it stays out of our way while we're getting busy.
(Billy pulls his gym bag out of his locker and shuts the door.)
*BU*: No, Ultimo. I mean, I think she SLEEPS with that damn dog.
*CHOCULA* (nodding his head): Well... the way she treats that thing, you might be right? By the way, weren't you ticked that she swiped your magazine?
*BU*: Are you kidding? I've got six more copies of that one at home. Besides, I knew it was in my gym bag. I just did that to try and bug her a little bit. Its kinda fun to watch her get upset.
*CHOCULA*: Yeah, no kidding. Especially the way it makes her chest heave when she sighs like that. Its just sooooo NICE. It makes me want to rip that shirt off of her and....
*BU* (laughing): Dude! Forget it! Trust me, she's sleeping with the dog. Why do you think I haven't tried to get in her pants, yet?
*CHOCULA* (under his breath): Like you'd have a chance.
*BU* (looking for something in his locker): Did you say something?
*CHOCULA* (quickly): Hmm? No... nothing.
(Chocula shakes his head for a moment at he looks at Billy with an air of contempt in his eyes. His face then changes expressions as he changes the subject)
*CHOCULA*: Oh! And speaking of "sleeping with," are you ready?
*BU* (messing around in his gym bag): Ready for what? The shoot, tomorrow?
*CHOCULA*: No! Screw the shoot! What about my promise to take you out to the club to get you some action!
*BU* (looks up from his gym bag): Huh? But I thought you said you were going to do that if I won the Heavyweight Title? I haven't done that.... YET!
*CHOCULA*: Screw the title! Limey got lucky! You SHOULD'VE been the guy to go into the fifth cage with Moxie and HBH!
*BU*: Well, Limey's luck is going to run out, soon enough. Believe me, I'll get my hands on that fruitcake, soon enough.
*CHOCULA*: I know you will. But back to the clubs.... C'mon! We both need to unwind! Lemme take you out to celebrate that title shot you had.
*BU*: You sure? I mean, you're not still sore that I got the title shot and you didn't, right?
*CHOCULA*: Hell, no! In fact, to prove it to you, I'm going to make it my personal mission, tonight, to make sure you get laid.
*BU* (gets a huge smile on his face): REALLY?!
*CHOCULA*: Yeah! F***, what are friends for?
*BU*: Oh man! This is great! I mean, yeah! What ARE friends for? I... I... Oh, DAMN, this is great!
(Billy jumps up and gives Chocula a big hug. Chocula is caught offguard and tries to push Billy back off of him.)
*CHOCULA*: EASY, BILLY! EASY! Settle down! Save it for the ladies!
(Billy lets go of Chocula and tries to compose himself.)
*BU*: Oh, yeah! Right! Sorry! So... you're REALY going to help me change my "sexual status"?
*CHOCULA*: Yeah. I'm gonna get your ... uh... sexual status changed for ya. But why don't you worry about getting cleaned up first, ok!
*BU*: Right! Got it!
(Billy quickly rummages around in his gym bag. He soon emerges with a couple of bottles.)
*CHOCULA*: What the hell are those?
*BU*: Some after shave and after-shower-spray. Check 'em out!
*CHOCULA* (reading the label of one of the bottles): "Macho-Mondo Musk" Body spray. Made from genuine deer scent?
*BU*: Uh-huh! The ad in the magazine said it'll draw the females from a mile off.
*CHOCULA*: What? During hunting season?
(Billy pays no attention to Chocula, he's so excited. He grabs the bottle away.)
*BU*: I'm gonna take a shower, really quick. You wait here. So you PROMISE you're gonna help me get some action, tonight?
*CHOCULA*: Oh, yeah! I promise, pal!
*BU*: AWESOME! Thanks, Chocula!
(Billy grabs a fresh towel from his gym bag andruns off towards the shower)
*CHOCULA*: I promise you'll get JUST what you deserve.
(Chocula smiles devilishly as the scene fades to black.)
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Post by DQorDie on Jan 16, 2006 19:40:56 GMT -5
As we return we see Flex Magnificent’s choir in place. The choir leader starts off with a light hymning of “Hallelujah!” keying in the other members. They begin building up to a crescendo as The Flexettes start filing out until....BANG! The choir is at a fever pitched as Flex Magnificent followed by “The Doctor of Muscletology” Dr. Frederick Delavier (on crutches) walk out from behind the curtain. The crowd rains down boos on them like a night in New York City. There is no announcement made as Flex throws back his cape initiating the fireworks to go off. He lays down a small series of poses as a peek for what’s to come. He closes back up his cape as he & Dr. Delavier make their way to the ring.
Flex slowly makes his way down the aisle as he eyes the fans trying to start a “HE CAN’T WRESTLE” chant. He brushes them off & makes his way up the steps with his creator.
As soon as Flex gets in he throws off the cape setting off more fireworks! He engages in a vicious set of posedowns building up to his Flex-o-Matic Delight pose. As soon as he finishes Dr. Delavier hands him a mic.
Flex Magnificent: Listen politely at wut I yam abowt do say......*the fans start a HE CAN’T WRESTLE! *clap clap clap clap clap* Chant*.......Not doo long ago I got just feeneeshed putting sum magkneeficent finishing touches to Male Strum’s liddle fish tank. Unfortunately tings did not go do plan. BUT! I was able do supply him wit a new one dat fits all his kneeds! It got uh runnin’ wartuh. Id got uh swimming pool! Und even a mirruh do remind him he’s still fully functional for de time being! Male Strum you thought wut I just did was damaging.....Nuh uh.....Id is only de beginning, Fish Monger. I huv big plans fo you und dat belt because I huv just had uh revuhlachun.......Not only will I take dat belt, but I yam going do make it much mo den you evuh could make it. Much mo den champyons of de past huv made it. Because in dis time of MID-CARD CHAMPYONS!!!! DERE IS ONE MAN DAT MUST RISE DO DE OCCASION und make professionul rustling worth watching again. Und who but de Genetic Supuhmon do restore professyonul rustling back do it’s past glories. Many many dimes I huv heard people say, “Look do de past for your heros. Look do de past. There are no mo’ legends in de making.” WELL I SAY NO!!!!! De past is dead und gone und DIS IS DE PRESENT!!! Und wut a present it is.....Wit Maniflex Destiny as my vehicle professyonul rustling will nevuh be de same!!! Fish Monguh you will be de catalyst for dis plan. Once I defeat you fo dat tidle belt I yam going do make it even more prestigious den de Wurl Wurl Heavyweight belt. Right at dis moment as we speak we can hear de stocks of de EWT plummet with dis Limey as champyon. A man who couldn’t even beat ME is dis organization’s champyon. Dis can not continue. Fish Monger tonight starts de night uv a whole new Flex Magnificent. I will be more tenacious den evuh. I will be more atheletic den evuh und I will take dis company by storm while your waves seamlessly go down de train. Tonight it begins und I will start with a current EWT champyon. A man who pushed de line do de limit. A man who has no business being in a rustling ring when he gets winded walking up de ring steps. Dis man is anutha mid-card champyon who deserves no such tidle in de first place. Dis man stooped as low as do VOMIT IN MY JUICUH!!! *crowd begins laughing as Flex’s face gets red* STOP LAUGHING! STOP LAUGHING!!!! DIS IS NOT FUNNY! Because wut you did PAUL PODANSKI!!! is volunteer do be de first to experience everythin I yam taking about here right now. Und if you are not in a puddle of yo own excrement und coherent enough do walk a straight line I suggest you get out here und even try do challenge de magkneeficence dat is MANIFLEX DESTINY!!!!
Flex waits for Paul as without even thinking ”Let The Bodies Hit The Floor” begins pumping throughout the Bingo Hall!
Paul bursts out from the curtain with two King Cobra 40's in each hand & the ToolShed Division Title around his waist. He stops & starts pouring both 40's into his mouth simultaneously. As soon as they’re empty he breaks both bottles over his head letting out a mighty roa! Paul begins charging into the ring.
Both men face off in a stare down, but Paul grabs the mic out of Flex’s hand.
Paul Podanski: LET ME GET SOMETHING SET STRAIGHT! YOU SAY THE EWT IS FULL OF MID CARD CHAMPIONS!?! Well it’s obvious that YOU haven’t met the DRUNKEN DEMON!!! *the fans go nuts for Paul Podanski!* Flex Magnificent, you haven’t been here in the EWT that long & you seem to think you got it all figured out saying whose worthy & whose not of what title. I didn't know some plastic trophies could go to one's head NOR THEIR BONY ASS!!! *the fans cheer Paul on as Flex looks pissed & starts asking Dr. Delavier to check if his ass is bony* Well if you think you got the balls *starts unstrapping the belt & holds it* & the gut *starts slapping his stomach* to take on me for this REAL CHAMPION'S CHAMPIONSHIP! than get ready to be Appaul.......
FM: *interrupts* WHOAH! WHOAH! WHOAH! WHOAH! Who de hell said I wunted YO CHAMPYONCHIP! First of all dat is not even a champyonchip belt dat is a raggedy ol’ peice of leather dat keeps tools in. NOT a champyonchip! Dis belt has no business even being here in de first place. Dere is no prestige wit dis belt. Dere is no history.....Dere is nothin but un obese man wit beady liddle eyes who changes his gimmick mo den he changed his skid marked underwear und still couldn’t make it as a tru champyon in de EWT. Do yoself a favor Paul throw dis tidle belt out in de trash where it belongs und prepare do be made un example of because dere will be no tidle match between us just a massacre!
Flex grabs the Toolshed Title out of Paul’s hands & throws it down on the mat. They both stare at each other as Flex backs off with posing in front of Paul. Flex turns around & begins posing to the fans. Paul keeps his eyes on Flex as he dashes for the Toolshed title & begins horsewhipping! Flex from behind! Flex is eating his words as Paul unleashes the beast & really dents Flex’s back with those strap whips.
The bell sounds as a ref slides in the ring just in time for Paul to push Flex back into the ropes & Irish Whip to the opposite side. Paul bounces off the ropes & clothesline Flex sending Flex into a 360!
Flex begins to stagger up as Paul wraps the Toolshed title around his neck. He lifts up Flex & begins twirling him around. He uses the title to throw Flex over the top rope with his neck still in the title choking the life out of him. Dr. Delavier is irrate trying to get Flex out. Paul lets go sending Flex to fall directly on top of Dr. Delavier. Paul pumps his fist to the crowd & gives a war cry to the crowd who respond back in unison!
Paul keeps on the attack & makes his way out to the floor where Flex & Delavier are & lifts both men up by the head. He gives ‘em the Double Noggin’ Knocker sending Delavier to the floor & Flex back a few steps. Paul goes for Flex & turns him around & whips him right into the corner of a guardrail. Paul begins charging & hits an Avalanche! which really puts the hurt on Flex’s face. He grabs Flex by the head again & whips him into the post. Flex runs right into it begins to stagger back. Paul catches him immediately in a Russian Leg Sweep to the concrete. Flex is in a world of hurt as he holds onto the back of his neck. Paul feels the effects too but gets back up to pick up Flex & roll him back in the ring.
Both men are back in as Paul is on his feet first & picks up Flex. He whips him into the ropes & catches him in a nasty Manhattan Drop! Paul really gets the fans riled up by clapping his heads as Flex holds onto his weiner schnitzel. Paul lifts him up in a fireman’s carry position & starts twirling Flex around. Round & round they go! Where they stop Paul only knows!
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All of a sudden Dr. Delavier with all his might gets on the apron & begins taunting Paul. Paul takes notice & in classic babyface fashion lets go of Flex & tries to grab Delavier who rolls off just in the nick of time.
Flex is back on his feet as Paul is caught jaw jacking with Dr. Delavier who is yelling at Paul. Flex gets back to some form of a vertical base & charges at Paul with a knee to the back. Paul reels from the knee & gets a few elbows to the back of his neck for his troubles.
Flex grabs Paul by the head & performs the worst look Bulldog in the history of man. He runs with Paul’s head in a headlock & continues running as he just throws Paul’s face with both hands into his own vomit.
Flex walks back & begins rubbing Paul’s face in his own vomit. He lets go as Paul looks up spitting out his own chunks...again. Flex gets back up & starts stomping the crap out of Paul.
Paul looks worse for ware as Flex lifts him up & synchs his head & lifts the behemoth Paul up for a Standing Suplex. The crowd is amazed at Flex’s herculean strength as he holds Paul high above. The fans begin counting the seconds!
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Flex throws Paul to the mat face first. Paul flops on the mat & rolls on his back. Flex immediately bounces off the ropes & lands a knee right on Paul’s face & go back & does it again. Flex than rakes Paul’s face with the sole of his booth & places it on his chest for the pin. The ref goes for the count.
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But Paul doesn’t give much of a kickout at it seems that vaulting suplex did a lot of damage. Flex picks him back up by the back of his tights throws him in between the ropes hitting Paul’s shoulder against the ring post.Paul is feeling the punishment as yanks Paul by the shoulder & does a Drop Arm Bar on Paul. Flex goes back on it & yanks the arm jumping to the opposite side of Paul’s shoulder while stepping on his back. Paul grimaces as Flex works on his shoulder. Flex lifts up Paul & puts him in a Power Slam position. He begins running & performs an excellent Shoulder Breaker.
Paul rolls on the mat holding onto his shoulder. Flex gets him back up on his feet & wraps Paul arm around the top rope with a Top Rope Hammerlock. Paul is feeling it as Dr. Delavier grabs one of his crutches & starts pounding on Paul’s shoulder with the crutch. The ref is trying to get Flex to stop but Flex palms his face & throws him down.
Flex lets go of Paul & takes Delavier’s crutch he gives some stiff shots to Paul’s ribs & as soon as Paul turns around he blasts Paul in the throat with the crutch. Paul is holding onto his neck as he shakes around the mat. Flex begins motioning to Dr. Delavier. He’s calling for the Toolshed Title!
Delavier grabs it off the Time Keeper’s table & throws it over to Flex. He starts wrapping it around his fist & premediatively keeps the buckle open with the belt notcher sticking out between his fingers. He walks over to Paul & begins pounding on the top of Paul’s head with that sharp belt notcher. Blood begins pouring out of Paul’s head as Flex continues on the onslaught. He throws down Paul as well as the Toolshed title down on the mat.
With Paul lying in a pool of his own blood Flex takes a moment to catch his breath with a pose down for the crowd. The ref begins to get back up as ref motions to him that he’s going for the pin. Once again he rolls Paul over & lays one foot on his chest. The ref slowly begins counting....
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Flex gives a dissaproving looks as he lifts up Paul from the mat & begins berating him & slapping him around. He throws Paul back on the mat & actually starts ascending to the top rope.
Flex is pointing down at Paul giving some more words of abuse as he launches himself into the air. Immediately Paul puts his foot up in the air that collides with Flex’s face!
Flex walks around in a daze as Paul begins to Paul up & get back to his feet. He gives a few shots to Flex & Irish Whips him into the ropes. Flex runs back as Paul shoots himself off the ropes & lobs Flex in the gut. Flex holds onto his magnificent stomach as Paul shoots off the other ropes & lands a FameAsser on Flex.
Paul is back in prime form as he wipes the blood off of his face. He gets Flex on his feet & puts him across his shoulders in Torture Rack form, but instead goes for a Reverse DVD! Flex holds onto his head as begins shooting some mounted punches on Flex. The ref tries to get Paul off but Paul continues. As soon as he lets go he looks to the crowd & out from the crowd come.......THE PSYCHADELI!!!
Paul takes notice as members are coming out of random exits approaching the ring. Paul immediately slides out of the ring & meets Senor Splash with a closed fist as he tries to get over the guard rail. Splash rolls to the floor in pain as The Salami Swami comes charging at him. He gives the Swami a Back Drop that elevates the Swami way over Paul’s head & right on top of Ol’ King Cold Cuts!
The fans are going nuts at such a display!
Paraslice & Delicious Dick come charging with a clothesline, but Paul jumps & hits them both with a Football Shoulder Tackle knocking all 3 men to the floor, but Paul isn’t hurt & gets back up & slides back into the ring!
Flex is up & tries to go for a Charging Double Axehandle by Paul catches him with a kick to the gut & puts Flex inbetween his legs. HE LIFTS HIM UP FOR A PAULERBOMB!!! He’s swinging Flex around several times & drops him down! Paul has that adrenalin flowing through him as he goes to the top rope. He turns around signalling for the ApPaulation Moutain Sault!
All of a sudden out comes Paul’s mother down the aisle. Paul is aghast that his mother decided to show up. Paul has an expression of disbelief on his face. His mother is strolling down the aisle with a tie-dye moo moo with the breasts cut out! Paul can’t believe what he is seeing!
With Paul distracted running up on the apron is Paraslice!!!! He charges up to the distracted Paul &.......
COLD CUTTER OFF THE TOP ONTO THE CONCRETE!!!!!!!
BOTH MEN COLLIDE ON THE GUARD RAIL & HIT HARD THE CONCRETE!!!! THEY ARE LAID OUT ON THE FLOOR!!!!
Deli members scramble to help up Paraslice. They begin dragging him away as Dick & Paul’s mother go over to Paul as Paul’s Mama blows him a kiss as Dick struggles to lift her up & carry her across the aisle. What carnage as Paul is not moving whatsoever!
With Paul on the mat Flex is already up & drags Paul up. He rams Paul’s face against the pole like he had to end Paul! Paul drops like a sack of potatos & is completely motionless. He lifts Paul up & throws him back into the ring.
He drags Paul over to the middle where he lifts him up by his head. Flex gets Paul to stand up & reaches low & somehow lifts Paul high in the air for the STACKED SUPER SLAM!!!! The fans are in awe once again that Flex could lift this man who weighs more than he does!!!
Flex’s face is turning red & his knees are starting to shake....He DROPS Paul face first & drops down for the.....FLEX CAPACITOR!!!!!
The referee lifts Paul’s arm up once. As it drops to the ground the ref sees Paul is not moving at all. He calls for the bell as the announcement is made..
Ring Announcer: THE WINNER OF THIS MATCH.......FLEX! MAGNIFICEEEEEEENT!!!!!!!! The fans are in an uproar as the referee raises Flex’s hand. The fans barrage Flex with an even louder than before chant of “HE CAN’T WRESTLE!!!!” “Hallelujah!” plays as Flex grabs the mic again & begins to speak.
FM: You see where yo’ so-call champyon is? He’s lying in a mat filled wit his own blood & vomit! IS THIS ANY KIND OF A CHAMPYON?! IS DIS WHO YOU WUNT REPRESENTING YOU! *the crowd boos Flex viciously* Ha....Dat is wut I thought. Male Strum....just like dis fallen turd lays before me defeated I am reveling in wut will happun do you once I get MY TIDLE aroun’ my waist. Dis is inevitable Fish Monger....No cowboys & no Creatcha From De Blue Lagoon can help you.....Dis is ManiFlex Destiny.....Accept it und be on yo way......Because MANIFLEX DESTINY WAITS FO NO MAN!!!!! De Tri State Tidle belt will be mine.....Maniflex Destiny! Haha!
”Hallelujah!” hits back up as Flex leaves the ring as the EMTs rush to check on Paul after the suicidal Cold Cutter off the top onto the concrete. Flex & Dr. Delavier give snotty looks to the fans as they exit which fades to commercial.
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Queen Rosa
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Post by Queen Rosa on Jan 16, 2006 20:15:22 GMT -5
*We come back from commercial and are backstage with Coach*
Coach: Joining me right now is none other than Rosa. Now we usually see the Heartbreak Hitman Bret Michaels by your side, but not now. What is going on between you two?
Rosa: Bret is out clearing his head right now. He's obsessed over this beef with Gasoline--
Coach: ...that you said you don't want to be a part of. Why is that?
Rosa: I've helped out Bret in a lot of his battles, and he's done the same for me. But in this fight with Gasoline, someone is going to get seriously hurt. More than likely that person is going to be me, and I'm not having it. I've got too much going for me right now to jeopardize that by getting powerbombed through a table or off a stage. That's one battle Bret's going to have to fight on his own. As for me, the only thing I'm concerned with is this Wednesday at Girls Night Out.
Coach: You mean the Gauntlet Match for the GND title?
Rosa: Exactly.
Coach: Now I'm going to ask a question that I'm sure is on everybody's mind. We've seen you go through an attitude adjustment of sorts over the past few weeks. What's that all about?
Rosa: Coach, when I first started competing, I went by one motto: win by any means necessary. That meant I was going to stop at nothing to get the job done. Now I know that didn't sit too well with the other ladies of the EWT, but I didn't care. All I cared about was becoming the GND Champion. I still do today, but I also have a newfound respect for the other ladies. After competing in matches with the likes of Carla and Oceanic, I saw that they were no different than me in that they'll do whatever it takes to get the job done. And that's exactly what you'll see this Wednesday. Women who will stop at nothing to be champion or stay champion. I say let the best lady win. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to get ready for my match.
*Rosa walks off*
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Queen Rosa
Mike the Goon
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Post by Queen Rosa on Jan 16, 2006 21:50:18 GMT -5
Ring Announcer: The following contest is scheduled for one fall.
*"It's My Time" hits*
RA: Introducing first, Rosa!
*Rosa walks out sans HBH. She has a determined look on her face and the crowd gives her a decent reception*
RA: And her opponent, from Boise, ID, Torrie Wilson!
*Torrie walks down to the ring. Rosa has a "Is THAT the best you can do?" look on her face*
The bell rings to start the match. Rosa kicks Torrie in the mid-section. After landing a few punches, she whips Torrie to the ropes and hits a back hand chop. Rosa then picks up Torrie and performs a snap suplex. She bangs Torrie's head on the turnbuckle. She stomps a mudhole in her, then runs at her with a dropkick. Rosa picks her up and hits the Northern Lights Driver and covers her.
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3! *Bell rings*
RA: Here is your winner, Rosa!
*Rosa grabs a mic*
Rosa: Now I know my competiton this Wednesday will be a lot harder than what I had to go through tonight. Ladies, I hope you bring it in the Gauntlet Match. I know I will. And to those in the Harlot Hunt, be prepared to take plenty of notes. This is what you'll have to contend with should one of you win.
*Rosa exits and heads to the back as the show fades to a commercial*
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