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Post by chanceconfidence on Jan 19, 2006 14:20:16 GMT -5
The glass shattering sound hits and Stone Cold Steve Austin starts heading down the ramp to the ring to a pretty nice pop.
Announcer: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. approaching the ring first, from Victoria texas, weighing in at 255 pounds, Stone Cold Steve Austin!!!
Stone Cold rolls into the ring and does his little, flip off each side of the ring, as the crowd cheers each time. He finishes up, then waits in the center of the ring for his opponent.
Soon, School's Out for the Summer " hits and Chance comes out onto the stage, with some stiches on his forehead from Omega's assault last week.
Announcer: And the opponent, from England, weighing in at 240 pounds, Chance Confidence!!!
Chance slwoly walks down the ramp, in his robe and getting a mixed reaction as usual. He hops onto the apron, flipping into the ring and looking at Stone Cold, calling for a microphone.
Chance: Oh looky here... it's Stone Cold Steve " Four and a Half Moves of Doom " Austin. Glad to see you didn't get so drunk you forgot about the match.
Austin looks at Chance angrily as the crowd again, half cheers... half boos.
Chance: Let's get this over quick Garter Snake... I'm sure you have an AA Meeting to attend today.
The bell rings and Austin charges forward, Chance ducks underneath though and grabs him from behind for a german release suplex, sending him flying. Austin groans and holds his already sore back, starting to rise up, Chance running forward and catching him on the jaw with a dropkick. He goes back down to the mat again.
Chance looms over Austin, waiting for him to rise up, as soon as he does, he lays into him with some rather stiff kicks, to the side and chest, sending Austin reeling a bit. He backs up into a corner of the turnbuckle, as the crowd knows what's coming next. Chance sprints forward and nails the Flipping Stinger Splash... getting a huge pop with it. Austin groans and stumbles out of the corner. Chance grabbing him and hitting a DDT. Into the cover. 1...2...
But Austin kicks out just barely. Chance looks a bit shocked, but shakes it off. He picks up Austin, but Steve starts to try and gain control, laying into him now himself with those standard Steve Austin punches, each one connecting and knocking Confidence back.
Austin grabs Chance and lifts him up for a suplex to the mat, nailing it and going into the early cover. 1...2..
Chance easily kicks out. Austin gets up and starts stomping him a bit now to soften him up, Chance groaning with each connecting stomp, rolling around a bit as he does. Austin finally lets up and picks Chance back up again, then nailing him with a Spinebuster back to the mat into another cover. 1...2....
Again Chance kicks out. Austin looks a bit surprised now... standing up over Chance... waiting for him to get up. As soon as he does, Austin goes for a stunner, but Chance catches his foot, then grabs him for a capture suplex... shades of Tazz. Austin goes flying as Chance falls to the mat, then nips back up. The crowd pops/boos as Chance smirks... running back, bouncing off the ropes and into the twisting splash onto Austin. The cover. 1.....2.....
No! Austin get's the shoulder up. Chance is now the annoyed one as he starts stomping a bit now at Austin, whose down on the mat again. Eventually Chance elts up, instead walking over and slapping on... Confidence Cloverleaf! The crowd cheers as Austin is dragged across the ring... Austin's back facing the ropes near the entrance ramp. The referee starts paying attention to Austin, seeing if he wants to give up, but Austin refusing.
Chance continues to apply more and more pressure to Austin... desperately trying to end this match. However as he does, Eddie Omega starts walking down the ramp innocently. Chance gets a bit distracted, allowing Austin to break out of the hold and into a roll up pin. 1...2.....
NO! Chance kicks out. Apparently, he wasn't distracted enough. Austin picks up Chance again and whips him into the nearest turnbuckle... hard. Chance groans, falling to the botto mfo the corner as Austin walks over and proceeds to stomp a mudhole in him. Omega on the outside smirks and watches with interest.
Chance groans as Austin picks him up again, this time for a another suplex, but Chance drops down behind, rammign Austin face first into the turnbuckle. Steve groans, now a bit dazed as Chance goes for a roll up pin of his own 1...2.....
Austin kicks out this time. Chance smacks his head in frustration, both men quickly getting to their feet. Chance grabs Austin for the irish whip, but Austin counters, sending Chance off the ropes and back as Austin leaps up for the Lou Thez Press... laying fists into Chance's face, the crowd cheers again. Chance groans in response until Austin rolls off of him.
Confidence is now pretty mcuh out of it as Austin lifts him up to the mat and goes for The Stone Cold Stunner... but this time, Chance drops down, the kiss missing and counters with a punch right to Austin Gut. Stone Cold groans in pain as Confidence springs back up and nails... the Confidence Breaker! The crowd pops as Austin is laid out. Chance groans... already having a bit taken out of him... but still running to the turnbuckle, leaping atop and going for the Confidence Booster... and connecting with it. Austin is pretty much out. Chance glances over at Omega... in case he tries to interfere as he hooks the leg.
1....2.....3!!!
Announcer: Here is your winner... Chance Confidence
Confidence gets up off the mat and looks back Omega... with an angry look in his eyes... Omega looking abck, cast on his arm and such... with the same look. Chance exits the ring slowly, staring back at Omega, but not attacking him or anything, Omega watching him as well... the two just having a huge stare down... as we fade right into commercial.
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Queen Rosa
Mike the Goon
All hail the queen!
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Post by Queen Rosa on Jan 19, 2006 16:54:18 GMT -5
Coach: Joining me right now is none other than Rosa. Rosa, you gave a good effort in the Gauntlet Match last night, but you came up short yet again in your quest to be the GND Champion. How does that make you feel?
Rosa: To be honest Coach, I'm a little disappointed, but I'm also satisfied with the outcome. What you witnessed last night was 8 women who gave everything they had for one common goal: to be champion. And that's what I like to see.
Coach: We've also heard that the Heartbreak Hitman Bret Michaels has challenged you to a match. What's that all about?
Rosa: Once again, Bret has allowed this feud with Gasoline to get the best of his emotions. It's like he feels he needs me to help him out. But as I've said before, I intend not to get in the middle of this. And besides, if he's so great as he says he is, he shouldn't need ANY help in fighting Gasoline. And him challenging me to a match to try and control me shows exactly what kind of person he is. Now if you'll excuse me, I need to get ready for my match with Tanya Flaire.
*Then HBH enters the picture*
HBH: Oh really? And exactly what kind of person am I, Rosita?
Rosa: What, are you following me everywhere I go?
HBH: To answer you question, yes. I'm going to be watching you like a hawk. Now you answer my question. What kind of person do you think I am?
Rosa: I used to think you were as great as you said you were. Now when I look at you, I see a desperate man, a cowardly man, a WEAK man.
HBH: Weak? You think I'm weak?
Rosa: Did I stutter?
HBH: Oh, so it's like that, huh? Well let me tell you something, sweetheart. I'm not a weak man. And I'm going to prove it in my match with HitmanMark. And I want you to be there to witness all the greatness that is the Heartbreak Hitman Bret Michaels.
*HBH walks off. Rosa shakes her head and eventually walks off*
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Post by HMARK Center on Jan 19, 2006 22:42:51 GMT -5
(Sorry this is late, guys; back to school has been much crazier than expected) <Gary Michael Capetta stands backstage> GMC: Hey ladies and gentlemen, we’ve got ourselves a potential dream match set up next! I say that because the man standing next to me <camera pans out to show Hmark, hood back, and sporting a new chinstrap beard> rarely disappoints. HitmanMark, good to have you here.
Hmark: Good to be here, GMC.
GMC: Now, what the people wanna know, Hmark, are your thoughts on Moxie. He’s gone back to Money Inc., your former pupil…are you upset? Betrayed?
Hmark: <sighs> Gary, if there’s anything I taught Moxie, besides the art of destruction, it’s that he’s free to choose his own path in this business. I set him right, I put him on his way to the EWT World Title, and he made me proud; if he feels this is right, then I’m not about to question his choices.
GMC: I see. Now, the other big question…who’s your mystery opponent?
Hmark: <smiles> Let me put it this way. Ever since I’ve returned to EWT, I feel as if I’ve had quite a few, how should I say? Doubters. Yeah, that works. Even my performance in the Cage, where I was THIS close to regaining my title, before that punk Turner cost me; it just seems that too many around here have forgotten what HitmanMark is all about. Well, no more. <Gary looks like he’s about to ask who it is, Hmark cuts him off> Just watch. <walks off>
<The crowd rises as “Never Let Me Down Again” segues into “Disposable Teens”; they bang the guardrails in time to the beat as Hmark makes his way to the ring, giving the crowd the two-finger handsign. He enters the ring, standing on the ropes, and taking in the crowd’s cheers. As he steps off, he neatly removes his leather coat and folds it, handing it to the timekeeper. He walks over to part-time ring announcer Bobby Cruiz, and hands him a card>
Bobby: Your opponent? <Hmark nods as Bobby reads it. He recoils in surprise.> Bobby: You sure? <Hmark nods again, signaling for him to get on with it.> Fair enough.
<The crowd jumps up as the siren sound from Kill Bill hits, segueing into Beanie Siegel’s “The Truth”. The crowd again pounds the guardrails as first, a figure in a Giants jersey, a green headband, and weilding an aluminum baseball bat dances through the curtains>
Julius Smokes: BDAP! BDAP! BDAP!
<Behind him, another man enters> Cruiz: His opponent, from Brooklyn, New York, weighing in at 227 pounds, the Notorious 187, HOMICIDE!
<‘Cide walks behind his manager, deadpan serious, before stopping and slapping his chest before entering the ring. He walks up the turnbuckle, yelling at the crowd, before hopping into the ring.>
<The two men meet in the center of the ring, where Hmark attempts a handshake; ‘Cide just looks at him like “Are you serious?”, and walks back to his corner. The bell rings, and the two stalk around the ring, beginning the feeling out process. The two meet, and go for a Greco Roman knuckle lock, when ‘Cide grabs Hmark’s left arm, twisting it. Hmark winces, and kneels; he gets up, and reveres it, pulling Cide into a hammerlock from behind. Cide goes for an elbow to get out, but Hmark ducks it, and takes Cide to the mat, floats over, and transitions to a front chancery. Cide tries to fight it, but Hmark again floats over, puts his knee in Cides upper back/lower neck, and tries to pull back on Cide’s head to tweak it. Cide fights it off, flips over, escapes, gets up, and slaps Hmark in the face, getting an “OHH!” from the crowd as it rings through the arena.>
<Hmark stands up, feeling his mouth, almost smiling. He backs off, and the two square off again. This time they lock up, and Cide pushes Hmark back to the turnbuckle. The ref calls for a clean break, but Cide attacks at the count of 4, letting the fists fly. He begins chopping Hmark’s bare chest, getting the customary “WOOO!”s from the crowd. He whips Hmark to the opposite corner and charges, but Hmark ducks out. Cide hits hard, allowing Hmark to take him down and slap on a TIGHT headlock. He pulls back, obviously working over Cide’s neck. Cide manages to get up, pushes back, and sends Hmark to the ropes. Hmark bounces back with a shoulder block, and Cide goes down. Hmark runs the ropes again, Cide gets up, leapfrogs, but then runs at Hmark with a HARD knee to the gut, flipping Hmark over onto the mat. Cide gets a 2 count, then sits him up, and begins kicking his spine in with stiff kicks.>
<Cide picks Hmark up and nails another hard knife edge, and a couple of stiff forearms. He whips Hmark to the ropes, but gets reversed. Hmark grabs him on the way back with a snap belly-to-belly, but Cide manages to, amazingly, land on his feet. Hmark turns around, though, and grabs Cide up to a Death Valley Driver position, but Cide pulls back, bringing both men towards the ropes, managing to reverse ‘rana Hmark over the top to the floor. The crowd gets pumped as Cide’s still in the ring; they eagerly await the Tope Con Hilo.>
<Cide measures Hmark up, hit’s the ropes, and stops in his tracks. He flips off the crowd, screams “@#$% YOU!”, and laughs his head off, before stepping through the ropes, to the apron, and hit’s a simple double axe handle on Hmark, who still goes down. Smokes runs up and starts screaming in Hmark’s face.>
Smokes: You think you can hang wit da 187, muthaf***a?! Get yo’ cracka ass up, BDAP! BDAP!
<Smokes then smacks the metal guardrail with his bat to get an annoying fan off his back. Cide picks Hmark up and whips him to the guardrail, back-first. Cide picks him up again, goes for a whip, but instead hit’s a nasty toss, sending Hmark crashing, back first, on the concrete floor. Hmark holds his back in obvious pain. Cide picks him up and goes for yet another whip to the guardrails, but Hmark stops him, reverses, and hit’s a drop toe hold, sending Cide crashing face first to the floor. Hmark gets up, and stomps on the back of Cide’s neck; Cide grabs his foot, though, and pulls him down, face first, onto the guardrail. Both men are slow to get up, but Cide manages to eventually roll Hmark into the ring.>
<Back in the ring, Cide decides to focus on the back, and lock Hmark into a nasty bear hug. He continuously cinches it in, and proceeds to ram Hmark into the turnbuckle, again, back-first. Cide goes for a monkey flip, but Hmark lands on his feet; Cide charges him, but Hmark hit’s the snap belly-to-belly again, and flings Cide, crashing him upside down into the turnbuckle! He goes for a cover,>
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<Nearfall. Hmark presses the advantage, locks in a front chancery, but flips over into a modified Muta lock, bridging to torque the neck. His back gives out, though, causing him to release the hold.>
<Standing up, Hmark starts hitting forearms and chops on Cide, eventually clothes lining him over the top to the floor. Hmark goes for a baseball slide, but Cide side-steps, grabs him, and hits a STO on the floor! Cide rolls into the ring, now realizing what he has to do. Sizing Hmark up, he runs the ropes, dives through the second rope, and flips in midair, hitting the infamous Tope Con Hilo. A loud “HOLY @#$%!” chant starts as both men lie on the floor.>
<Cide slowly gets up, picking Hmark up with him. Getting into the ring, both men move a bit sluggishly, and start exchanging blows as they rise to their feet. Hmark has a visible trickle of blood in the corner of his mouth. Cide goes for a wild swing, but Hmark ducks it, takes him down, and again goes for the inverted Muta lock; this time he flips it over to relieve the pressure on his back, so he’s on his stomach and Cide’s in the air, and puts it full-on. The crowd yells “TAP! TAP! TAP!”, but after awhile, Cide manages to slip out, stands up, and locks Hmark’s legs in a type of Indian deathlock, before falling forward to lock in his improved version of the STF! Hmark yells in pain, and the crowd gets to its feet, but Hmark manages to reach the ropes after a minute.>
<Cide pops up, and hits a simple piledriver on Hmark, before going to the top for a flying head butt. A cover,>
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Thr-NO!
<Hmark pops the shoulder up, and Cide pounds the mat, furious. Smokes screams from the outside, ready to jump up and use the bat, but Cide stands up, whipping off his elbow pad, signaling for the Lariat. He waits as Hmark slowly rises to his feet, measuring him, and hit’s the ropes, going for his Lariat…but Hmark ducks. Grabbing both of Cide’s arms from behind, Hmark goes for Cattle Mutilation! He can’t get it on, but, arms still in position, he surprises Cide and nails the Tiger Suplex with a bridge!>
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<Cide barely gets out. Now Hmark is frustrated, but he feels confident. He picks Cide up, and goes for a full nelson, possibly setting up a Dragon Suplex, but Cide brings his arms down, escaping, and hits the Ace Crusher! Another pin,>
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<Hmark gets his foot on the ropes. Cide is seething, and gives the thumb down. The crowd rises as he sets Hmark up for the deadly Cop Killa (that’s Vertebreaker for you philistines out there), but Hmark lands on his feet, again going for Cattle Mutilation! This time he brings Cide to the mat, and locks it in. The crowd is screaming, and Cide is in agony, his neck in a ton of pain. After a minute, however, he makes it to the ropes. The ref begins the 5 count, but Hmark flips over, releasing the hold, but bringing Cide down with a modified Crucifix pin!>
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<Cide, shocked, sits up, his eyes wide. Hmark gets to his feet, arm raised in victory. Smokes gets in the ring, threatening to use the bat, but Cide holds him back. Hmark again extends his hand, but Cide flips him off, and leaves, Smokes still screaming back in rage. Hmark gets the mic.>
Hmark: So, now that I’ve given you all a little refresher course, let’s get to business. Trik Turner! You evolutionary-challenged invertebrate! Your time will come soon enough; just show your face, and I’m all yours, ass-wipe. But, more to the point, Bret Michaels, I guess management just loves the way we dance, because I’ve got you one-on-one coming up soon. Sorry you’ve got a couple issues taking up your time, something about your girl and, ah yes, that seven foot monstrosity you used to call a bodyguard on your ass, but, frankly, it doesn’t mean that much to me. But since I respect a vet like you, Bret, I’ll give you this bit of advice: free up your schedule. Focus. You’ve stepped into the ring one-on-one with the lord and master of this business before; all that means is that you know damn well what you’re up against. Heed my Gospel, Michaels, and Say. Your. Prayers.
<Hmark throws down the mic, and walks off, a few things on his mind>
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Post by Ultimo Chocula on Jan 20, 2006 0:30:17 GMT -5
(We come back from commercial to see Terri in front of a closed dressing room door. In the background you can hear loud arguing and it's pretty intense stuff.)
Terri: "Hi everyone! I'm here at the dressing room of the Handsome Boy Modeling School where there's a major altercation between the two members. Let's see if we can find out what's going on."
(Terri opens the door and there's Ultimo and Billy yelling at each other. Moniqua is in between the two trying to calm them down. Fru Fru is hopping around everyone's feet, yipping along with everyone else.)
Billy: "Did you really think that was funny? I was humiliated in front of all those people!"
UC: "You had it coming, Big Chief Never-Gettin'-Any!"
Moniqua: "Stop this! The both of you! This is not how handsome boys behave!"
Fru Fru: "Yip! Yip! Yip! Yip! Yip!"
Terri: "Whoa! Hold it! Guys! Stop for a second! What in the world are you guys yelling about?"
UC: "I got even with this little turd and he's going all PMS on me!"
Billy: "Even? Even for what?"
UC: "Don't pretend like you don't know what I'm talking about!"
Terri: "Oh! I get it! Billy, Ultimo got you back for not telling him about the Survival Cage match for the EWT World Title. That's what he's talking about."
Billy: "Is that it? That's why you set me up at the club? You're insane! All those shots to the head from Paul and Joe Ragnal must have scrambled your brains!"
UC: "No, you're insane! Those blue balls must be squeezing the crap out of your *BEEP!* so hard you can't think straight!"
Moniqua: "Stop with the insults! They are undignified!"
Terri: "Ultimo, what did you do?"
Billy: "Yeah! Go ahead and tell your girlfriend what you did!"
UC: "All I did was even the score with the dateless wonder here! You know I deserved that title shot just as much, if not more, than you did!"
Billy: "Do you want to know what he did, Terri? I'll tell you! He took me to the club under the impression that he was going to help me score! Then he gives me the worst advice ever! He gave me pick up lines that wouldn't work on the easiest hooker in Times Square! He made me splash the foulest smelling cologne on myself! Then he picked up all the girls and left me at the club!"
UC: "Bull *BEEP!* I didn't leave you at the club!"
Billy: "Yes you did! I looked for half an hour to see where you went, then when I found you I had to pry the doors open to that stupid Ulti-Bus just to find you making out with that Asian girl!"
UC: "Here name was Joi, by the way."
Billy: "I don't care! Then do you know what he did? He picked up these three other girls! A blonde, a redhead, and a brunette! Then he made me drive around town while he was in the back of the bus making a 'banana split!' with those three girls, who he called the 'Neapolitan Trio'! "
UC: (glances over at Terri) "Guess who the banana was."
Terri: "You're a pig."
Billy: "Shut up! You know, I used to feel sorry for you because you're always coming up short in matches that matter! Now I see that all you are is a glorified mid carder, and that's all you'll ever be!"
UC: "You got 32 teeth in your mouth, buster! Wanna try for 15?"
Moniqua: "That's enough! Stop it! I'm sick of this! I brought you into the Handsome Boy Modeling School for a reason! You both were lacking something to make you big stars! I brought you two in so that you could teach other the things the other doesn't know! William, you are supposed to show Signore Chocula how to be more successful in the ring. And you Signore Chocula! You are supposed to show Billy how to be more attractive to women!"
Fru Fru: "Yip!"
Moniqua: "You two boys are quickly becoming the biggest tag team in the EWT, and you're going to destroy it all because of some petty jealousy! No! I will not allow it!"
Billy: "Yeah, but....."
Moniqua: "Si nothing! You are the future of the EWT! You are! Now, I didn't come this far for you two boys to destroy my dream! Make up!"
UC: "Excuse me?"
Moniqua: "I want you two to make up right now, or I leave and find two other boys to make handsome champions out of!"
UC: "Oh thank gawd! I thought you said make out."
Moniqua: "Well?"
(Billy and UC give each other the skunk eye for a moment then drop their guards.)
UC: "Uh.......man this is so lame."
Moniqua: "Signore Chocula!"
UC: "Ok! Ok! Billy, I'm sorry I gave you bad pick up lines and made you douse yourself in deer urine...."
Billy: "Is that what that was?"
UC: "Yeah, and.....sorry for making you drive around town while I was getting my knob slobbed.........three times."
Moniqua: "Good. This is good. William?"
Billy: "Right. Uh....Ultimo. I apologize for not telling you about the Survival Cage match. I was being selfish, and.....if you were in the match you would have been great."
Moniqua: "There. It is all resolved then. Now, hug."
(UC and Billy look at Moniqua like she's out of her mind.)
Moniqua: "Go on! I want to see a hug!"
(UC and Billy awkwardly stretch their arms out but don't touch each other. They stall for a bit until Moniqua clears her throat menacingly. They quickly hug and let go immediately and back away from each other.)
Moniqua: "Good. Now that that's settled, let us go to the tailor. We must pick our wardrobe for the upcoming match versus these Rockers."
(Moniqua and Billy walk off and UC is about to got with but he turns and sees Terri laughing to herself.)
UC: "What's so funny."
Terri: "Moniqua just owned you."
UC: "Oh come on!"
Terri: "You're her b....!"
UC: "I am not!"
Terri: "You so totally are."
Moniqua: (off screen) "Signore Chocula! Come along now!"
Terri: "You'd better get going or she'll slap you."
(UC looks at Terri and grumbles then walks off. Terri waits until the door closes before she explodes in laughter.)
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Limey
Unicron
It's been awhile.
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Post by Limey on Jan 20, 2006 10:59:42 GMT -5
*The bell rings, and the crowd pop wildly. Chimel gets on the microphone.*
Chimel: The following contest is scheduled for one-fall, and it is a non-title match!!! Introducing first…
*Party Starter hits. The crowd are already on their feet, cheering for Spaz and chanting his name in unison! Spaz makes his way out, and appeals to the cheering fans, displaying his OX Division title with pride!*
Chimel: From Sydney, Australia…weighing in at 216 pounds…he is your EWT OX Division Champion…ladies and gentlemen, THIS IS SPAZ!!!!
*A monumental “SPAZ!” chant echoes throughout the arena. Spaz gets into the ring, and display his title high! He then removes his T-shirt, and hands his title to Chimel before appealing to the crowd.*
Chimel: Aaaaaand his opponent…
*”RIP” hits. The crowd pops once more as Limey makes his way out. He holds HIS title high as the crowd pop.*
Chimel: From Liverpool, England…weighing in at 15 stone…the EWT World heavyweight champion, LIMEY!!!
*The crowd pop as Limey makes his way to the ring. He climbs the apron, and displays his title, before throwing up the horns. Limey then enters the ring, and hands his title to Chimel, not taking his eyes off Spaz. Spaz and Limey stare each other down, as the bell sounds. Limey extends his hand, and Spaz accepts. The two then break away and circle each other. Limey goes in for a lock-up, and applies an armwrench. Spaz counters by flipping himself to his back and performing the nip-up. Spaz then trips Limey, and performs a somersault leg-drop, which Limey dodges. Limey performs a nip-up, and runs into an arm-drag by Spaz!! Limey quickly gets to his feet, and runs into a dropkick from Spaz! Spaz appeals to the crowd for a great reaction before running the ropes in a Lionsault…Limey gets his knees up, stunning Spaz! Limey then performs a nip-up, and then takes down the stunned Spaz with a bulldog! Limey then applies a front facelock to Spaz…Spaz fights back, and gets to his feet, trying to break the hold! Spaz then hits an elbow to Limey, and performs a backdrop…Limey lands on his feet, and immediately applies a gutwrench to Spaz, lifting him over his head in a release German suplex…Spaz lands on HIS feet as Limey hits the mat! Limey does a handspring up, and turns to be caught by Spaz, who nails him with a belly-to-belly suplex!!*
*Limey grabs the ropes, and tries to hoist himself up as Spaz measures him up. Spaz then charges at Limey and attempts a flying lariat…Limey ducks and pulls down the top rope, sending Spaz flying over the ropes to the mat below! Spaz hits the mat, but recovers as best he can, getting to his feet in a matter of seconds…LIMEY HITS HIM WITH A STYLES PLANCHA!!! Both men are downed by this as the crowd perform their first “HOLY ****” chant of the night!*
*Limey is the first to his feet, and he slowly approaches Spaz, picking him up by the head and sending him on top of the Spanish Announcer’s table. Limey hits a chop to the chest to assure that Spaz isn’t going anywhere before going to the apron and climbing the turnbuckle. Limey then throws up the horns as the crowd pop in anticipation…Limey then chucks himself off the turnbuckle in a diving elbow…SPAZ GETS OUT OF THE WAY!! LIMEY PUTS HIMSELF THROUGH THE TABLE!!! The crowd cheer as Spaz picks himself up, before pointing to the US announce table!! He then hops on top of the table (despite Carl Guerrero and JR’s protests) and then indicates to the broken Limey before leaping off the US announce table onto Limey (and the wreckage of the Spanish announce table) with a SHOOTING STAR PRESS!!!*
*The crowd once again chant “HOLY ****!” amongst huge “SPAZ” chants!*
*Spaz, hurt by the press but none-the-less determined, rises to his feet and pumps the air victoriously. He then proceeds to pick Limey up and roll him into the ring. Spaz then climbs the apron and flips himself in with a Tope Atomico leg drop onto Limey, before going for the pin.*
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*Limey kicks out!! Spaz is surprised by this, but doesn’t let it distract him from business at hand! Spaz picks up Limey, positions him on the ropes, and hits a chop to the chest before hitting an Irish Whip. Limey runs the ropes as Spaz ducks down for a back body drop…Limey hits a knee smash!! Spaz rises, clutching at his face, and Limey follows up with a spinebuster, hooking the leg!*
1, 2…
*Spaz kicks out! The OX Division champion showing great resilience here in EWT! Limey attempts to capitalise by taking Spaz’s ankle and applying a standing heel hold…Spaz pulls him in for a Small Package!!!*
1, 2…
*Limey is able to kick out! Both athletes get to their feet, and in the confusion, Spaz is hit with an armdrag! Spaz swiftly rolls to his feet, however, and runs at Limey to hit a Japanese armdrag of his own! Limey scrambles up, and runs at Spaz, who hits a back body drop…and a bridge!!*
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*Limey raises his body up from the bridge…and then lifts Spaz over to his front in what appears to be a piledriver position! Limey then attempts to lift Spaz up for a piledriver…Spaz resists!! Spaz then lifts Limey up, before slamming him down in an Alabamaslam!!! Still holding Limey’s ankles, Spaz skips over Limey’s body in a bridge!*
1, 2…
*Limey kicks out! Spaz sighs at this, putting his hands on his hips, and then decides to climb the turnbuckle, as Limey recovers ever-so-slowly. Limey is up to his feet as Spaz awaits him. The crowd cheer in anticipation as Limey turns to face Spaz…Spaz leaps off with a moonsault…LIMEY DROPKICKS HIM IN MID-AIR!!! SPAZ LANDS ON HIS NECK!!!*
*The crowd chant “PLEASE DON’T DIE!” as Limey looks on, concerned. Limey approaches Spaz and checks up on him…SPAZ PULLS HIM IN FOR A SMALL PACKAGE!!!*
1, 2…
*Limey kicks out!!! Spaz, holding his neck, gets up to his feet as Limey, caught off guard, quickly gets up! With both athletes to their feet, Limey rushes at Spaz! Spaz tries a dropkick, but Limey rolls underneath it, landing on his knees and stalking Spaz! As Spaz turns, Limey charges at him and grabs him in a suplex position, calling for the Twist O’ Lime for a huge pop! Limey lifts Spaz up…Spaz counters and lands behind Limey! Spaz then lifts Limey up for a GERMAN SUPLEX…Spaz holds on and lifts Limey up again for ANOTHER GERMAN SUPLEX…still reeling from the drop to his neck, Spaz lifts Limey up again…FINAL GERMAN SUPLEX!!! Both athletes are down!! Spaz shakes off the impact, and crawls over to the prone Limey!*
1, 2, 3…NO!!!
*Limey is able to get the shoulder up!!! The crowd chant “THIS MATCH RULES” amongst mixed chants for both Spaz and Limey! Spaz looks annoyed…but then points to the heavens for a great pop!! Spaz then climbs the turnbuckle as Limey is still down before pointing again to the heavens!! Spaz then leaps off with a FROGSPLASH…Limey rolls out of the way, prompting some heat…but Spaz lands in a roll, getting to his feet!! He then stalks Limey methodically as Limey helps himself up by use of the ropes! Limey turns to be kicked in the gut by Spaz…Spaz then hits him with a snap suplex…Spaz keeps the hold for another…AND FINISHES THE THREE AMIGOS!!!! Spaz then points to the heavens a final time before kissing his fist and raising it high for a large “EDDIE” chant! Spaz then goes for the pin!*
1, 2, 3…NO!!
*Limey is JUST able to get the shoulder up! Spaz gets to his knees, then makes the “time to finish this” gesture for a big pop!!! Spaz stalks Limey as Limey gets to his feet. Limey stumbles groggily around before turning to face Spaz…Spaz kicks him in the gut and calls for the Shockwave…Limey counters with a backbody drop…sending Spaz to the outside!!! Limey then falls to the mat, exhausted, as Spaz tries to recover! Spaz eventually crawls to the ring apron, and forces himself up. Limey is to his feet, however, and he hits Spaz with a hard forearm shot! Limey then grabs Spaz’s head before moving to the ring apron himself! Limey puts Spaz into a suplex position…Spaz suddenly charges Limey into the ringpost!!! Limey reels in pain, but keeps his balance on the apron somehow!!! However, Spaz intercepts him and immediately hits the DOWN UNDER DDT!!! DOWN UNDER DDT TO THE RING APRON!!!! Limey’s head bounces off the apron before both athletes drop to the mat below!!!*
*The crowd chant “THIS MATCH RULES!!!!”*
*With both Spaz and Limey down, the ref goes to check on them! Although both Spaz and Limey have sustained a lot of punishment throughout the match, neither one of them wants to quit now! Limey makes his way to the guardrail, and hoists himself up as Spaz does the same with the ring apron! Spaz runs at Limey with a flying lariat, but Limey counters with a drop-toe hold to the guardrail!!! Spaz’s head bounces off as Limey climbs the guardrail and balances himself to a good pop!! Spaz turns to face Limey…LIMEY LEAPS OFF WITH A HURRICANRANA OFF THE GUARDRAIL!! Spaz flies off and hits his back on the ring steps!!!*
*This prompts a “LIMEY” chant, amongst “THIS MATCH RULES!”*
*Limey, having sustained a whole lot of damage, picks up Spaz by the head, and rolls him back into the ring. Limey takes a breather by the apron before lifting himself to the apron…SPAZ IS UP!!! Spaz runs at Limey with a hard forearm shot!! Limey holds onto the top rope, however, and hangs on! Spaz intercepts him by applying a front crossface..TAZZPLEX!! TAZZPLEX TO THE INSIDE!!! Limey struggles to make it to his feet, and hoists himself up by means of the turnbuckle!! Spaz, however, is aware of this, and measures Limey up at the opposite turnbuckle before running at Limey…LIMEY COMES OUT WITH AN STO!!! Limey goes for the pin!!*
1, 2, 3…NO!!!
*Spaz kicks out again!!! Limey decides to finish this, and he climbs the turnbuckle!! As Spaz raises up, Limey calls for a flying lariat, dropping his guard…Spaz rushes up the turnbuckle and delivers a backflipping armdrag off the top rope!!! Spaz performs a handspring up, although in a lot of pain, and waits for Limey to get to his feet before applying a front facelock and dragging Limey to the turnbuckle!! Spaz calls for the Super Shockwave for a huge pop!! Spaz hops up the turnbuckle, and lifts Limey up…Limey drops to the mat and hits a shot to Spaz’s gut before lifting him…TWIST O’ LIME!!! TWIST O’ LIME OUT OF NOWHERE!!! Limey goes for the pin!!*
1, 2, 3!!
Winner: Limey.
*Post-match, Limey drops to the mat, completely exhausted! Carla O Woe rushes out to see to him. Carla helps Limey to his feet, and raises his hand as the crowd cheer. Spaz lifts himself up and leans back on the turnbuckle. He observes the referee raise Limey’s hand, and looks disappointed…but happy for Limey. Limey then notices Spaz is up, and then goes over to him. Limey then extends his hand…and Spaz accepts. Both athletes then hug before Limey lifts Spaz’s hand high. The Spazphiles in the crowd chant Spaz’s name, as Spaz came extremely close to beating EWT’s champion in a long, hard-fought battle. Chimel approaches the two. Limey takes the EWT World Heavyweight Championship, and places it around his shoulder…before taking Spaz’s OX Division title, and handing it to Spaz. Limey indicates that Spaz is truly worthy of holding the title before nodding proudly at him. Spaz then holds his title high as the crowd chant for Spaz. Limey then applauds Spaz. He and Carla leave the ring as Spaz smiles back at Limey.*
*Fade out to the next segment.*
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Maelstrom
AC Slater
The Tide Will Turn!
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Post by Maelstrom on Jan 20, 2006 11:05:52 GMT -5
backstage in the interview section and Mean Gene is standing with a microphone ... in the background of the blue set Maelstrom is pacing back and forth the Tri-State Title on his shoulders
MEAN GENE: OK Everyone ... I'm standing here alongside a man who has become a target recently ... a target because of what he holds ... and what he represents to the EWT ... that man is Maelstrom ..
MAELSTROM: This past month has Gene has been a dark one for the ocean's servant ... as I have had to deal with attacks from both sides ... professional and personal ... but back in November when I first attained this belt I said I'd defend against all comers ... and I will ...
MEAN GENE: ... so you believe you can deal with The Outlaw then?
MAELSTROM: Mean Gene it'll take more than a few tricks from a western movie to stop my reign ... Outlaw you want to test the tide ... you want this championship gold that I hold ... well you will like my announcement for next week ... but as for the other ..
MEAN GENE: Your talking about the 'Magnificent One' Flex Magnificent ...
Maelstrom is clearly tensing up after Flex's name is mentioned
MAELSTROM: He put you up to that didn't he?..
MEAN GENE: Well .. yes Flex did threaten to hurt me like he hurt the others unless I call him that ...
MAELSTROM: I'll tell you something about Flex .. the only magnificent thing about him is he's still breathing ... especially after what he did to Barracus and my Aquarium!!
Maelstrom is really visibly angry
MAELSTROM .. you know Gene I've watched Flex since he arrived here in the EWT ... and all this time no one has stood up to him and stopped his reign of terror ...
MEAN GENE: .. ah but what about Limey?
MAELSTROM: Limey did well ... but only managed to slightly cut Flex's face ... but after I'm done with the genetic abomination ...
MEAN GENE: ... thats superman ... not abomination ... yes definitely superman thats what Maelstrom said right there Flex ... I mean folks ..
MAELSTROM: .. Look Kojak ... Flex is a walking steroid fueled freakshow!! ... and if he thinks he can intimidate me then he has clearly got the wrong idea ... the sea does not stand idle ... I'm not intimidated by Canceler or Mr. Big neither am I afraid of Billy Ubermark or Daemon Cohln ... so why Flex thinks he can frighten me with his blindside attacks I don't know .. but he certainly has my attention Gene ... and that is a dangerous thing ... which comes to my idea ...
MEAN GENE: .. and what is that? ...
MAELSTROM: Next week ... I want both Flex and Outlaw in the ring ... in a triple threat match for my EWT Tri-State Title!! ...
MEAN GENE: This is absurd you can't demand that .. what about your match with Eddie Omega this week?
MAELSTROM: ... Sorry Gene, but I am too determined to get my hands on Outlaw and Flex to let some one shot wonder like Eddie Omega take my title ... for you see Mean Gene .... The Tide Will Turn!!
Maelstrom walks out of the interview as Mean Gene wraps things up
(cut to the announcers at ringside)
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Post by Chrysta on Jan 20, 2006 12:06:24 GMT -5
*Generic music plays as Barbera Bush enters and heads to the ring. After she gets in the ring, Senzafine plays and Chrysta and Ms. White enter the arena. As they hit the ring, Chrysta is handed a mic from Ms. White.*
Chrysta: A paramedic? This is the best that they could give us? Did they run out of victims they became so desperate to use their own help?
*The crowd boos Chrysta.*
Chrysta: No matter...you'll only end up the same as my other victims...defeated!
*Chrysta drops the mic and punches Bush in the face several times, then whips her into the ropes and hits a Tornado DDT. Chrysta waits for Bush to get up, then grabs her by the hair and hits the Ice Chopper onto her. Chrysta goes for the pin.*
1!2!3!
*The bell rings, and Senzafine plays as Chrysta heads into the back, with Ms. White following behind.*
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Post by tacotim on Jan 20, 2006 15:21:07 GMT -5
*POV shot of an old campsite, as we hear the breathing of the character whose POV we're seeing. A few teenagers are walking into a cabin. We hear some creepy giggling and then a sudden SPIKE of music. The screen quickly goes black, before slowly words show up: COMING SOON TO A THREADERATION NEAR YOU: CREEPSHOW
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Post by crauswell on Jan 20, 2006 15:39:04 GMT -5
Announcer: The following contest is scheduled for one fall.
Suddenly The Rock's Music starts up and the crowd explodes with cheers as he makes his way down to the ring.
Announcer: Introducing first... from Miami, Florida, weighing in at 275 pounds, The Rock!!!
The Rock quickly climbs into the ring and does his usual entrance thing, climbing onto the turnbuckle.
Soon after, huge pyros go off as Broken Wings starts up.
Announcer: And from Parts Unknown, weighing in at 272 pounds, Crauswell!!!
However... Crauswell isn't up on the stage. The Rock leans over the ropes, wondering exactly where this guy is when suddenly, Cruaswell enters the ring from behind and runs forward, clotheslining Rock right over the ropes. Rock looks dazed as Crauswell then vaults over the top and lands atop of him with a crossbody. The crowd boos angrily as Rock lays down... already hurting. Crauswell however is fresh as a daisy.
He lifts up Rock by the throat and tooses him like a dart right into the steel post, bursting him wide open! The crowd looks pretty much shocked chanting Holy S***!!! Holy S***!!! Crauswell runs forward and leaps up with a Headbutt to the Rock's grapefruits. That's all it takes for the disqualification.
Announcer: your winner by Disqualification... The Rock!!!
Crauswell doesn't care though... he picks up Rock again by the throat and rams his head right into the post, watching him bounce right off of it and back to the ground. The crowd is booing immensely now as the gryphon man walks back over to the ring, digs around inside and pulls out... a table! Rock is pretty much out of commission now.
Crauswell Sets the table near the apron... then lifts the pretty much lifeless Rock back to his feet, places him on the apron of the ring, then grabs him with the chokeslam, hoists him in a powerbomb position and leaps off... OH MY GOD!!! A Beak Buster right through the damn table. Rock goes into convulsions as Crauswell sits up. He climbs into the ring and snatches the announcer's microphone.
Crauswell: What you just witnessed is what happens... to those who mkae fun of furries. The Rock didn't know this... and because of that, he's going to miss his latest movie shoot. It's a shame... but he brought it upon himself. Just like Renegade... just like Theo Rumm... and just like Chance Confidence, I will CRIPPLE anyone who insults my or anyone else's lifestyle... I SWEAR!!!
Crauswell tosses the mike down and quickly exits the ring, as Rock is carried off by EMTs.
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Oak: Certified Jade Hater
Bill S. Preston, Esq.
Edgier than Wayne Brady, Harder than Chinese Arithmetic, and Higher than the ratings for Blade: The Series
TOP ROPE CATCH A VIBE YEAH I SWERVE WHEN I DRIVE
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Post by Oak: Certified Jade Hater on Jan 20, 2006 17:10:25 GMT -5
Bolt Bacana is shown watching the Limey vs. Spaz match.
BB: Bravo, Spaz. That was a hell of a match. And you did fight a worthy competitor, the EWT Heavyweigth Champ, LIMEY.
*Crowd starts chanting "Limey!"
BB: So Spaz, even though you lost, I still respect you. But at the PPV, NOTHING will stop me from taking the OX Division Title from around your waist. I may respect you Spaz, but respect goes out the window when you stp into that ring. Remember that.
*Bolt leaves as we cut to a promo for the EWT Harlot Hunt 2006
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Post by Koda, Master Crunchyroller on Jan 20, 2006 17:35:06 GMT -5
Tony Chimel is standing in the ring, being overshadowed by King Kong Bundy.
Tony: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, standing behind me, King Kong Bundy!
*The crowd is dead silent*
Styles: Um...ya...the crowd doesn't seem behind Bundy tonight.
*Stricken by Disturbed plays as Koda Kazar comes out holding a baseball bat while the crowd cheers for him.*
Tony: And his opponent, from Oklahoma City, Oklahoma, "The Silent Assassin" Koda Kazar!
JR: This young man is a blue chipper. He has been impressive as of lately with three back to back wins. Styles: No doubt Jr, Koda Kazar is a nice in ring wrestler balancing technical and high-flying styles.
*The ref rings the bell as Koda stares down the beast.*
Koda tries to knock Bundy down with a dropkick to the knee, but Bundy only takes a small step back. Koda bounces of the ropes and goes for a clothesline, but Bundy just gives him a shoulder block.
JR: Nothing Koda tries to do seems to work!
Bundy picks up Koda and whips him into the corner and squashes him with his big belly. Koda stumbles out of the corner, using the ropes to keep him up. Bundy charges at Koda attempting a big boot, but Koda ducks out of the way, and Bundy crotches himself on the top rope.
JR: Right in the family jewels. Styles: Now THAT can stop any man, even King Kong Bundy.
Koda regains his focus as the ref helps Bundy off the top rope. Koda bounces off the ropes and gives Bundy a dropkick to the side of his knee, causing his legs to fall out from under him. Koda then hits a standing shooting star press, but bounces off of Bundy's belly. Koda then stalks Bundy and gives him a sliding dropkick to the forehead. Koda then goes to the top rope and waits for Bundy to get up. Koda gives Bundy a missle dropkick to the chest.
JR: Koda is using his speed to his advantage now. He won't let Bundy get up without knocking him back down again. Styles: That is a smart strategy at the moment.
Koda then goes to the top again, but this time, Bundy catches Koda when he tries to hit a flying cross body. Bundy hits a falling powerslam, smushing Koda under his weight. Bundy then picks up Koda and gives him a big gorilla press slam. Koda rolls around, grabbing his chest. Bundy goes for a legdrop, but Koda rolls out of the way. Koda regains his breath and gives Bundy a dropkick to the face. Koda again stalks Bundy, but this time, signaling for his K-Buster. Koda grabs Bundy, but when Koda leaps up, Bundy simply slams him with a Rock Bottom-like move. Bundy goes for a pin.
1! 2! Kickout!
Bundy can't believe it, and begins to argue with the ref. Koda gets up and waits in the corner to regain his composure again. Bundy charges at Koda, but Koda dodges and Bundy goes shoulder first into the pole. Koda then pulls Bundy out of the corner and gives him a fame-ass-er to his shoulder. Koda then grabs Bundy and gives him a spike ddt.
JR: It seems that Koda has found a body part to attack.
Koda goes to the top and gives Bundy his 630 Kenton Splash, but Koda bounces off of Bundy's big belly. Koda goes flying across the ring and lands on his head. Koda finally scrambles over to Bundy, but it is too late as Bundy kicks out before one. Koda gets up and waits for Bundy. Bundy gets up and charges towards Koda and goes for a clothesline, but Koda grabs his arm and takes him down and locks in the Shoulder Relocation. Bundy screams in agony as Koda keeps lifting and twisting his arm. Bundy taps out and Koda lets go this time.
JR: This is the second match in a row in which he won with this manuver! Styles: It certainly seems like it is a devistating submission hold.
Tony: Here is your winner, "The Silent Assassin" Koda Kazar!
*Koda grabs his bat and goes up the ramp and into the back as the crowd goes wild.*
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Post by Koda, Master Crunchyroller on Jan 21, 2006 0:50:22 GMT -5
*Koda is seen walking in the backstage area. Koda approaches Maria, who is having an interview with Scotty 2 Hotty.*
Scotty: Hey! What the hell do you think you're doing here? Koda: I have something that I need to get off of my chest. Scotty: Well, can't it wait? Koda: Nope.
Koda takes his baseball bat and knocks Scotty out cold with on homerun swing to the head. Scotty is lying down in a puddle of blood as he was busted up badly from the hit. Koda grabs Maria away from Scotty's prone body.
Koda: It seems to me that I am not getting any respect around here! So I came to the conclussion that I need to beat an experienced fighter here to gain some status, soooo I am calling someone out, and that person is none other than HBK Shawn Michaels! Shawn, get your ass over here and meet me face to face, because I am not moving until you do!
HBK walks up to Koda wary, because of what he did to Scotty.
HBK: You want a fight, huh? Well I don't fight rookies. Koda: I guess the rumors are true then. HBK: What rumors?! Koda: Oh, you know, the rumors stating that you are a middle aged hasbeen that no longer has it. HBK: Ooooohhhhhh, now that is a cheap shot. Fine you have your match. Next week! Koda: Thank you.
Koda and HBK shake hands, but as HBK turns to leave, Koda hits him in the left shoulder with the bat. HBK falls to the ground in pain. Koda then smashes the bat completely over HBK's left shoulder. Koda walks off with the handle of his bat as EMTs tend to both Scotty and HBK.
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Post by Banned Member on Jan 21, 2006 8:48:09 GMT -5
*Outlaw is outback reading the latest EWT Rankings. Outlaw gets an angry look in his eyes.*
OL: What in tarnation! A seven and half out of ten, Why who would rank me so low? Why that no good Limey! Says here he likes Merc better. Ya I betcha he likes me....
*Outlaw breaks off in mid sentence as Sum Guy comes in to the scene. Outlaw just shakes his head.*
SG: I'm Sum Guy,and I like the feel of cream cheese down my pants!
OL: Man you are some weird little fellow ain't ya?
SG: That I am! Now what can you tell us about Maelstroms challenge to you,and Flex? And what about Maelstroms aquarium being destroyed!
OL: Well now that dang fish tank being destroyed. That DAR is not my fault. You see I would never hurt an animal. I may be a bastard,but I'm not that cold. I can say that Flex is most likely the one that went,and broke that DAR tank. He's always sneaking around. Hell just the other day I caught him trying to steal my horse!
SG: Now what about the triple threat match that Maelstrom made?
OL: What about it? I'm always up for a good old fashioned beat down, but that match would be up to Toom now wont it? You see I already got my hands full of Soda Pop Podanski this week, but hell maybe me,and Eddie Omega should switch places. A title is a title after all right? Well except for that GND title. Women should be in the kitchen making me supper or working at the local W*** house!
SG: Well thats quite a harsh thing to say about our women's division here in the EWT! They work there asses off just like you men do!
OL: Yeah whatever, but anyways A triple threat for the Tri Sate Title sounds fine to,and dandy to this guy. We got Flex who hasn't passed a urine test since the 90's,and than we got Maelstrom who has a sick fetish with fish. Now if you'll excuse me. I got Horses to feed,and asses to kick! And remember whomever I step into the ring with I'll make you famous!
*Outlaw walks away,and the scene goes to black.
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Post by paulpodanski on Jan 21, 2006 12:03:29 GMT -5
Paul is walking around backstage... actually sober today. He's got his belt around his neck... a trash bag over his shoulder, and his beard looks more hobo-like then normal. He walks over to a vending machine nearby for no reason and browses the selections. Suddenly Sum Guy appears... slowly sneaking up on Paul.
Sum: * whispering * I'm Sum Guy... and be very very quiet... I'm hunting Podanskis...
Unfortunately Sum Guy decided to wear rainbow colored clothes, preventing any chance of stealth. Paul ends up choosing Root Beer from the machine, reaches down and grabs the bottle. He turns around, seeing Sum Guy and raising an eyebrow.
Paul: What in the name of male strippers are you doing Sum Idiot?
Sum looks at Paul
Sum: Ahhh... damn! Blew my cover.
Paul walks up closer.
Paul: did you decide to find out what would happen if you dressed up in the dark or something? You look like a hippy... which reminds me, you seen Paraslice?
Sum looks up at Paul.
Sum: Nope... but I had a slice of pear...
Podanski continues staring at Sum
Paul: What? Why the hell did you.... nevermind? I've got bigger fish to fry... and by fish I mean, cowboy stereotypes. I may be a redneck... but at least I don't drive out to the ring in a pick up truck gulping down a bottle of moonshine.
Sum Guy looks at Podanski's bottle of Root beer.
Sum: So... are you gonna finish that?
Paul looks back at Sum... then reaches around in his pocket for something and nods.
Paul: Sure.... you can have it.
He smashes the glass bottle right into Sum's skull... then reaches into his pocket... pulling out a non-root beer.
Paul: It tasted like cat piss anyway...
Podanski walks off down the hall... as Sum Guy lays there bleeding from the forehead.
Sum: I'm... Plum Pie and... I'm gettin woooooooooozy...
He passes out.
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Limey
Unicron
It's been awhile.
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Post by Limey on Jan 22, 2006 12:05:24 GMT -5
*The bell sounds once more. Chimel climbs into the ring, microphone in hand.*
Chimel: The following contest is scheduled for one-fall...and it is for the GND Division CHAMPIONSHIP!!!
*The fans chant "GND! GND!" in anticipation.*
Chimel: Introducing first...THE CHALLENGER!!!
*"Going Under" hits as Linda Ragnal, accompanied as always by Tanya Flaire, is out. She receives a huge reaction from the crowd as she runs to the ring.*
Chimel: From Scranton, Pennsylvania...she is a former GND Champion...and The "OCEAN'S BEAUTY"!! LINDA...RAGNAL!!!!
*The crowd give Linda her props as she slides into the ring, and appeals on the second rope.*
Chimel: Aaaaand her opponent...
*"She's Got Issues hits as the crowd again pop. Carla O Woe makes her way out to the state area, holding her title high.*
Chimel: From Rochester, New Hampshire...she is the CURRENT, REIGNING, and DEFENDING GND Division champion...CARLA...O...WOE!!!!
*Carla makes her way to the ring, and climbs to the apron, holding her title on her shoulder and throwing up the horns. She then enters the ring, and hands her title to Chimel, going straight to business.*
*Linda extends her hand, and Carla accepts. The two shake once before Linda brings Carla in for an armwrench, the force of which brings Carla crashing down to the mat. Linda keeps an armbar applied, but Carla flips over to her front, and hits a chop to Linda. Linda is taken back by this, but comes back with a chop of her own! Carla is stunned by this, giving Linda the opportunity to run the ropes...Carla leaps up onto Linda with a hurrican...Linda pushes Carla away! Carla flips backwards, but lands on her feet! Linda is there to intercept with a knee to the gut! Linda then puts Carla in a powerbomb position, but Carla lifts Linda up over her head in a back body...Linda shows her resiliance by hitting a sunset flip to Carla!!!
1, 2..
*And Carla manages to escape! Carla rolls backwards, and to her feet, swiftly rushing at Linda with a Rave kick! Carla screams triumphantly before skipping to Linda's side and hitting a standing moonsault...Linda tucks her knees in, catching Carla off-guard!!! Carla gets to her feet in pain, clutching her stomach as Linda lifts herself up! Carla makes her way to a corner, so Linda stalks and observes Carla from an opposite corner! Linda then rushes Carla, and catches her, bringing her down in a monkey flip...Carla lands on her feet! Carla throws up the horns for a great pop...until Linda, aware of this, catches Carla from behind with a Helmes neckbreaker for a bigger pop!!!*
*Linda applies a front facelock to Carla...Carla counters with a head-scissors! Carla keeps the hold applied until Linda perfroms a nip-up and applies an armwrench to Carla! Carla hits a few elbows to Linda's gut, but Linda relents, hitting a side kick to Linda's gut! Linda then uses this momentum to hit a quick hurricanrana to Carla! Carla falls to the mat before raising to a seated position, holding her head in pain...Linda capitalises with a spinal tap! Linda then drops down and applies a full nelson! Carla tries to fight back, and eventually rises to her feet! Carla tries to counter by stomping onto Linda's instep, but Linda relents, and keeps the hold applied...Linda suddenly lifts Carla high with a Dragon suplex...NO! Carla quickly breaks the hold, and wraps her limbs round Linda's abdomen, bringing her down for a victory roll! Carla hooks both limbs!*
1, 2...
*Linda kicks out, throwing Carla off her!! Carla, taken off-guard by this, falls between first and second ropes! Linda raises to her feet, taking a quick breather for just a second...before running to the turnbuckle, springing to the top, and leaping off with a giant leg drop onto the back of Carla's head!! Carla, gullotined by the attack, bounces off the ropes, and back to the mat, stunned as Linda lands on the outside, uncomfortably, but happy to have the advantage!*
*Linda gets to her feet, rubbing at her lower back from absorbing the impact. She does, however, raise her hands high for a large "GND" chant! Linda climbs to the apron, and measures the recovering Carla up. Carla makes it up...to be hit with a springboard hurricanrana!! Carla goes flying, and is flung to the corner!! Linda quickly intercepts her, and she catches Carla with a running Avalanche splash!! Carla stumbles out of the corner to be hit with a dropkick from Linda!! Linda is on FIRE as Carla turns and falls front-first onto the turnbuckle!! Linda, not losing her stride one bit, lifts Carla to the top rope, before climbing the turnbuckle, and applying a gutwrench...SPIDER SUPLEX!!! Linda hits Carla with a SPIDER SUPLEX...but keeps her limbs hooked around the ropes!!! As Carla hits the mat, landing squarely in position, Linda hoists herself to a vertical position before making the final steps to the top of the ropes...and calling for the Downpour!!! The crowd pop huge as Linda leaps off...Carla rolls out of the way...but Linda lands on her feet, Jericho-style! Linda then charges at Carla, rushing her with a flipping senton!! Linda, propelled by the force, rolls to her feet before rushing Carla again with another rolling senton!!! Linda, now completely pumped up, calls for the Tidal Wave for a huge pop!! Linda runs the ropes, and performs the roll...and the flip...Carla is able to tuck her knees in, stunning Linda with this display of role-reversal! Linda remains on her feet, but is clearly in a lot of pain. She takes a breather by hanging onto the ropes before approaching Carla...Carla nails her with the laying hurricanrana!!! Linda flips over and hits the mat as Carla picks herself up!!! Carla and Linda quickly get to their feet, and stare each other down...Linda rushes at Carla...Carla catches her and is about to hit an STO...Linda stops her with an elbow to the face!!! Carla releases the hold as Linda approaches Carla...Carla hits a dropsault out of nowhere!!! Linda falls back against the ropes!!! Carla gets to her feet and, between wincing in pain at the damage to the back of her head, charges at Linda...Linda hits an over-the-shoulder body drop to Carla...Carla hangs onto the ropes and lands on the apron!! Carla then holds the horns up as Linda turns...Carla hits a knee to the gut before going over Linda with a sunset flip...Linda hangs onto the ropes as Carla struggles!! Linda hangs on...*
*CHAIRSHOT!!! LINDA GETS HIT WITH A CHAIRSHOT!!! Carla follows through as Linda falls backwards to the mat!*
1, 2, 3!!!
Winner and STILL GND Division Champion: Carla O Woe!
*Carla rises to her feet, and takes her title, but she is confused as to just what the hell happened...as Linda slowly and painfully rolls to her front...she observes Chrysta Ragnal, chair in hand, staring her down coldly! Chrysta Ragnal as once again screwed her supposed "sister" out of the GND Division championship!!!*
*Limey runs out, concerned for Carla. Carla puts her hands on her hips and stares down, ashamed that she won the match this way. Carla does not look happy at all about the outcome, and she tries to see to Linda. Linda initially pushes her off, screaming "GET AWAY FROM ME!". Linda then angrily sighs, knowing that Chrysta will not relent. Chants of "She's no Ragnal!" are heard as Carla stares down Chrysta....Carla rushes out of the ring and charges at Chrysta!!!! The fans pop...but The Connection appear from the stage area, and rush to Chrysta's aid. The Connection and Carla stare each down before Limey and Tanya Flaire join Carla! The Connection gloat silently, ignoring the confrontation, and returning to the back, Chrysta leading them. With Chrysta gone, Carla returns to the ring. Linda is now to her feet, and is still pissed off about the whole thing. Carla apologises to Linda, and extends her hand. Linda sighs, and begrudgingly accepts. The two shake, before briefly hugging in the centre of the ring. Carla then grabs the microphone.*
Carla: Linda...I know that through my actions...I had inadvertantly broken the code of the GND. Words cannot describe how I feel about that. I know I can't ask you to forgive me just like that...but if you ever want a fair rematch...I as GND Division champ would be more than happy to grant you that fair rematch.
*The crowd chant "GND!" as Linda smiles back at this. Carla hands the microphone back to Chimel as she and Limey leave the arena. Linda, still disappointed by the whole matter, is left to be comforted by Tanya Flaire. Linda shows a look of uncertainty as we...*
*Fade to commercial.*
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Post by paulpodanski on Jan 22, 2006 12:50:22 GMT -5
Announcer: The following contest is scheduled for one fall... and it is for the EWT Toolshed Championship
The Four Horsemen theme starts up first and Outlaw rides out to the ring on his trusty steed, the crowd greets him with boos.
Announcer: From the Wild West of texas, weighing in at 307 pounds, The Outlaw, Chris James!!!
Outlaw quickly gets off his horse and rolls into the ring, awaiting his opponent.
Eventually " Let the Bodies Hit the Floor " starts up and the champion charges out to the stage, with his usual stuff.
Announcer: And from Birmingham Alabama... weighing in at 312 pounds... he is the current EWT Toolshed Champion, Paul Podanski!!!
Paul salutes the crowd and charges down to the ring, running right by the horse and slides inside the ring. He gets up to his feet and looks over at Outlaw, shaking his head slowly and tossing his bag down. Outlaw looks back at Paul and throws his Cowboy Hat out of the ring. Paul throws his jacket into the crowd.
The bell rings and the two don't waste anytime, charging at each other with a double clothesline, both of them being taken out at the same time. The two groan, rising to their feet. Outlaw starts laying into Paul with some fists to the face, sending Paul stumbling back a bit, until he's against the ropes. Outlaw tries to clothesline him over, but Paul ducks underneath, instead dumping Outlaw onto the outside. The crowd pops as Outlaw lands hard on the outside.
Paul looks at him and then vaults over the ropes, landing right back atop of him with a crossbody. Outlaw groans as Paul connects. The champion slowly rises up, grabbing Outlaw as he does and whipping him hard, right into the steel steps on the outside, sending him flying over them and right onto the mat again. Paul smirks. He then walsk over, repositions the steps a bit... then backs up and runs right up the steps and leaps off with a senton drop right off of them onto Outlaw. Outlaw acks and holds his chest as Paul goes for a cover. 1...2...
Outlaw kicks out. Paul gets back up and starts stomping at Outlaw with his feet, trying to soften him a bit more. Outlaw simply lays there taking it for a bit, finally however, struggling back to his feet... holding his chest area. Paul picks him up for a suplex, attempt, but Outlaw counters, not leaving the ground completely and reverse into one of his own, dropping Paul on his back right ontop of the steel steps on the other side. Paul yelps out in Pain... holding his back and rolling off to the floor.
The crowd boos as Outlaw smirks... reaching into the ring and grabbing Paul's sack of goodies, then digging around inside. After a bit of searching, he pulls out a carton of eggs? He opens it up and starts tossing them at Paul, watching them all smash and making a mess over Paul... pretty much humiliating him. Out law smirks to himself, tossing the empty carton away and digging back around inside, pulling out next... a hoe.
He goes to swing at Paul on the ground, but Podanski rolls out of the way just in time, the Hoe instead hitting the floor with a lkoud metal clank. Outlaw looks a bit surprised, as Paul rises up, covered in egg still. He charges forward and delivers a stiff big boot to Outlaw's face, sending him down hard, dropping the weapon.
Paul walks over, grabs the hoe and slams the handle right into his fellas... Outlaw yelping out in pain now as the crowd cheers a bit. Paul tosses the hoe away and picks up Outlaw again, slamming him head first into the steel post. Outlaw hits it hard, getting busted wide open. Somehow though he stays on his feet, but not for long as Paul lifts him up from behind and gives him an atomic drop, dropping him right onto the barricade! Outlaw acks, grabbings his berries in pain and sitting helplessly on the barricade.
Paul sees him and backs up again, charging forward and nailing another Big Boot to his face... sending Outlaw into the ground. The crowd cheers as Paul follows, picking up Outlaw and starting to pummel him with fists again, sending him reeling, as they stumble through the crowd. Paul not letting up, Outlaw not really able to fight back.
The two soon make their way from out of the arena area, to the entrance. Various fans in the area cheer and surround the two EWT wrestlers, to watch I guess. Paul meanwhile, grabs Outlaw and whips him hard toward the snack stand, but he counters, instead sending Paul right over the counter and to the floor. Paul groans as Outlaw walks over and climbs over the area... with a pleased grin on his face as he leaps up with a leg drop to Paul's neck... Paul groaning and holding it and rolling around a bit.
Outlaw hoists Paul onto his feet and proceeds to slam his head right into the counter, Paul's head bouncign back a bit as it connects, but Outlaw catching and slamming him again... and again... and once more. Paul is of course, also bleeding by now along with Outlaw. The cowboy walks over and pretty much hoists the cash register up from off the counter and smashes it right into the skull of Podanski, sending him back to floor. Outlaw drops the register, following and going for a cover. 1.....2.....
NO! Paul barely gets the shoulder up. The Outlaw looks a bit pissed, seeing the counter and clearing it off... and signaling for THE ROUND UP! The people in the front are still watching. Outlaw hoists Paul up atop the counter, putting him in a pile-drive like position, ready to put him away when suddenly...
Here comes the Psychadeli again!! Interfering in yet another match of Podanski's!!! Dick, Splash, Swami, Cold Cuts, and Paraslice. Paul's Mama seems to be absent this time. Outlaw looks a bit confused, as they show up, but shrugs when suddenly, Dr. Frederick Delavier pops up from behind the counter and smashes one of his crutches into the back of Outlaw's head. The Outlaw groans and drop Podanski in a heap, turning around and grabbing the track suit wearing manager of Flex. Frederick acks and flails around wildly.
Meanwhile, the Psychadeli all start laying boots into Paul... whose already pretty hurt by now. Paraslice smirks and tells the others to step away, as he lifts up and goes for the Cold Cutter... just like last time... It's countered!!! Paul tosses Paraslice as he leaps up, sending him flying to the floor, but Paraslice landing on his feet amazingly. The other members look shocked as Paul clotheslines the hell out of the Swami. Splash and Dick go for a double charging headbutt, but Paul moves out of the way, the two instead hitting Outlaw right in the gut, knocking him back behind the counter.
Meanwhile, Paul grabs King Cold Cuts and Military Presses him right into the floor!!! That's gotta hurt... the King now looking nearly lifeless. Splash and Slater turn around, charging back at Paul, only to get lifted up for an amazing DOUBLE SPINEBUSTER attempt, the two going down hard. Paul groans and starts to lose his balance as he's feeling a bit weakened now.
Outlaw slowly climbs back over the counter.... getting to his feet when suddenly Flex from behind looks in the Flex Capacitator!!! Outlaw acks and starts flailing around wildly. However, Paul sees the opportunity for some payback for last week and charges forward, with a YAKUZA kick, however he only manages to knock him back. Flex immediately runs off, dragging Dr. Frederick off with him.. Outlaw however is still feeling the effects, Paul now hoisting him up high and starting to spin... a bit slower then usual... 1......2.....3.....4.......5.... and Paulerbombs him right into the floor... collapsing atop of him for the pin. 1.......2......3!!!
Announcer: Here is your winner... and still the EWT Toolshed Champion... Paul Podanski!!!
In this brutal hellacious brawl... Paul still manages to get the duke and keep his title, mostly thanks to loads of interference. Paul groans and slowly stumbles off... and back to his locker-room...
Fade to commercial.
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Post by Virus aka Captain No-Nuts on Jan 22, 2006 13:01:18 GMT -5
JR: What a match we just witnessed in the GND division, King!
King: Yeah, too bad Chrysta had to spoil the party...
(A replay of Chrysta's chair shot is shown on the CrapTron. The crowd boos. As the replay ends, there's a few moments of silence, then....)
*BOOM!*
PA System: WEELLLLLLLL..... WELL IT'S THE BIGGGG SHOWWWW!
Lillian: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, weighing in at 7 feet tall and 500 pounds, he is the BIG SHOW!
(The crowd pops mildly as the Big Show comes on down to the ring and does his usual raise-hand schtick.)
JR: And our next match promises to be as good if not better then that one, as one of the biggest men in the EWT, the 6'10" 330 pound Virus takes on the 7ft, 500 pound Big Show! For once, Virus is going to be the one looking up at his opponent!
King: And he's got his work cut out for him, as the Big Show looks a little ornery this week, JR!
(The Big Show's theme fades away, as well as the crowd's pop. They become hushed, waiting for what they know is coming... when the initial chords of Heaven's a Lie hit! The crowd goes absolutely BANANA as Virus makes his way out from under the CrapTron!)
Lillian: And his opponent, weighing in at 6'10" and 330 pounds, VIRUS!
JR: And just look at this ovation, King! Virus was literally a fraction of a second away from winning the EWT title from Limey last week, and the fans are acknowledging this fact in a big way here tonight!
King: Ah, that was a fluke, JR! Put Virus in the ring with Limey again and I'm sure Limey'd beat him easily!
(Virus bows to the crowd, acknowledging the huge reaction with several "I am not worthy!" bows to the crowd, before charging on down to the ring and climbing over the ropes as is his custom. He and Show start a staredown as Referee Lee calls for the bell.)
DING DING DING!
JR: And off we go!
Virus starts the action off by bouncing off the ropes and attempting a flying clothesline, but Show swats Virus down to the mat like a fly. Virus immediately gets up and tries again, and gets swatted down again. Virus bounces up to his feet again, then abandons the clothesline plan and throws a furious uppercut, which catches the Show on the chin and staggers him. Virus then punches Show in the stomach, doubling him over before Virus attempts to hook the Show into a DDT! Virus has the Show locked in a front chancery, but can't try to DDT the Show before getting lifted up off his feet in a backdrop! Virus hits the mat hard, and the Show turns around and picks Virus up by the hair.
King: What a backdrop by the Big Show!
JR: WATCH THE HAIR, REF!
Referee Lee did indeed see the hair grab, and admonishes the Big Show as he throws Virus into a corner forcibly. Show ignores the referee, and then shushes the crowd before administering a MONSTEROUS overhand chop, much like Virus did to Limey last week during his title match!
JR: The Big Show using those frying pan-like hands to his advantage here! Virus getting out of the way, but he's running toward the lower corner... Big Show's right behind him...
Show slams Virus's head into the turnbuckle, dazing him, before turning Virus around, shushing the crowd, and hitting another monsterous chop. Virus retreats to the lower corner on the opposite side of the ring, gets another headslam to the turnbuckle and ANOTHER chop, and then finally wises up and retreats to the center of the ring, where he does a Flair-like flop.
JR: Two more huge chops by the Big Show, and Virus is down! This one may be over, King!
The Big Show makes his way over to Virus, who is still on his stomach clutching his no-doubt burning chest. The Show goes to kick Virus over onto his back, but Virus is playing possum! Virus kicks Big Show right in the back of the knee, staggering him before bouncing off the ropes and hitting a chop block! The Show is staggering, but still isn't down, so Virus hits another chop block and the Big Show finally goes down to one knee.
JR: Virus taking a page out of the dirtiest player in the game's textbook here, King!
King: Yeah, next thing you know he'll be strutting around the ring and applying the Figure Four Leg Lock!
Virus doesn't strut, and he doesn't go for the Figure Four. Instead, he bounces off the ropes, launches off Big Show's raised knee, and hits a devastating-looking Shining Wizard! Big Show falls over! Virus goes for the pin...
1! 2! POWEROUT!
Virus gets tossed off the Big Show with a little less authority than usual, considering he weighs a little more then a WWE crusierweight. Virus scrambles to his feet and up a turnbuckle as the Big Show slowly gets back to his own feet. Virus is perched on the top turnbuckle as the Big Show slowly turns around... Virus leaps off the top turnbuckle and hits a FLYING CROSS... NO! THE BIG SHOW CAUGHT VIRUS! THE BIG SHOW CAUGHT VIRUS! The Big Show wobbles for a moment from the huge amount of momentum he just stopped with his body, but stabilizes himself enough to fall forward, squashing Virus between himself and the mat! The Big Show holds on for the cover...
JR: What a reversal! The cover... 1!... 2!... 3... NO, BAH GAWWD! VIRUS GOT A FOOT ON THE ROPES JUST IN THE NICK OF TIME!
The Big Show breaks the cover, then stomps over to the center of the ring, where he lets out a massive roar and then raises his hand up high, signaling for the SHOWSTOPPER CHOKESLAM! Virus rolls out of the corner and returns to his feet. After taking a second to catch his breath on the turnbuckle, he turns around and gets a hand slapped around his throat!
King: You might as well ring the bell right now! Nobody ever kicks out from the Show's chokeslam, and you know it, JR!
The Big Show lifts Virus up... and slams him down to the mat with authority! Virus appears to be out cold, but The Big Show isn't going for the pin!
JR: What the hell is the Big Show doing, King! He's got this match won!
King: He can't be... HE IS! He's going over to the TURNBUCKLE, of all places, JR!
JR: WHAT?! I don't even know if the turnbuckle will support Big Show's weight, much less if he can jump off them!
Indeed, the Show is climbing the turnbuckles... slowly. Very, very slowly. So slowly, in fact, that by the time he's gotten up to the second turnbuckle, Virus is up and right behind the Show, waiting for him to turn around. The Show does turn around as he climbs the third turnbuckle, only to be met with Virus right up there with him, and the two start to exchange punches and headbutts! The battle goes on for minutes, each man having some close calls, until Virus finally catches the Show with a haymaker to the jaw. The Show loses his footing and crotches himself on the top turnbuckle, and Virus hooks the Big Show up in what looks like the preparations for a SUPERPLEX! The crowd pops as Virus lays a few forearms into the Big Show to try and loosen the big man up!
King: Oh my gosh! A superplex off the top rope?! ON THE BIG SHOW?! That can't be possible, JR!
JR: Anything is possible in the EWT, King! Remember when we though Marcus Trunk wouldn't be able to Samoan Drop Mr. Big at Rebirth? He managed to do it, didn't he?
King: Yeah, and what happened to Trunk, JR? He disappeared a month later!
Virus lets out a roar, and tries to lift the Big Show! The show budges a few inches, but Virus has to drop the Big Show back down onto the turnbuckle. The crowd chants louder as Virus lays a few more forearms into the Show. Virus lifts again... The Show's up! Just a few more inches... NO! Virus drops him again, and the crowd lets out a moan of frustration. Virus hits a few more forearms, takes a deep breath and prepares to try again...
JR: Could the third time be a charm here? Can Virus superplex the Big Show?
King: No! NO! It can't happen! It WON'T!
Virus lifts the Big Show... He's up! The Big Show is up! Virus strains visibly, but shows no sign of stopping...THE SHOW GOES VERTICAL! Virus actually manages to get the Big Show into a vertical position before tipping over, sending them both crashing backfirst into the ring, which collapses under the weight! Both men are down! A "HOLY S***" chant starts up as Referee Lee tries to make sense of what the hell just happened!
JR: SUPERPLEX! SUPERPLEX! SUPERPLEX BAH GAWD! It wasn't pretty, but Virus SUPERPLEXED the 500 POUND Big Show through the ring!
King: Oh my GOSH!
JR: Both men are down, and Referee Lee is starting the ten count!
1!... The crowd is still chanting "HOLY S***!" as both men catch their breath. 2!... The crowd's chant subsides, to be replaced by a "LET'S GO VIRUS! (clap, clap, clap clap clap!)" chant... 3!... Virus is showing signs of life... 4!... Virus limply rolls over onto the Big Show!
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DING DING DING!
Lillian: Here is your winner, VIRUS!
JR: What a finish! Virus does what everyone thought was impossible and SUPERPLEXES the Big Show! I can't really think of anything to say here, King!
(King remains speechless as the crowd chants "THAT WAS AWESOME!". Virus seems to be a little shaken up, as does the Show, as EMTs and ring technicans flood the ring. The crowd's chants intensify as we...)
(Fade to commercial.)
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Post by Ragnal on Jan 22, 2006 13:07:20 GMT -5
*Mike and Joe are walking backstage, the tag belts around their shoulders.*
JOE: Seriously, man, this needs to stop! Every second of our day seems to involve the goddamn Connection.
MIKE: I know, Joe, that's why we need to be careful when we get out to the ring. For all we know, Chang and Kendo could try to come after us.
JOE: It's just...it's ridiculous, bro. All because some emo goth b**** thinks that she's really Linda's long lost sister.
MIKE: Hate to say it, bro, but unfortunately, she is. But we can't acknowledge that. She is, in no way shape or form, a true Ragnal. She was born in a goddamn affair, for Christ's sake!
JOE: So what do you suggest we do?
MIKE: When we go out for our match against the Nyrds, we just gotta be ready for them...
*Fade out*
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Post by DQorDie on Jan 22, 2006 16:52:14 GMT -5
We’re back as Mean Gene is in the ring
Mean Gene: Hello everybody I’M MEAN GENE! *the crowd gives Gene a warm welcome as he responds back with a smile* And my guest tonight did the unthinkable.....He totally annihilated “The Aquarium”...Once home to Maelstrom & his many of pet sealife...including may he rest in peace, Barracus, the hammerhead, THE SHARK that was almost fed to me by MY GUEST.....He calls himself ”The Genetic Superman” & he’s accompanied by his creator ”The Doctor of Muscletology” Dr. Frederick Delavier. Let’s bring him out.....FLEX! MAGNIFICEEENT!!!
The choir is already set as the camera does a montage of individual members singing. This leads them to building up the suspense as they burst into the song! The Flexettes come out one by one as Dr. Delavier & Flex make their way through the current. Flex goes through the motions as he lays a picture perfect appetizer before the entree.
They make their way down the aisle & into the ring with Gene. Flex flings off his cape as always & procedes to pose some more. He finishes & struts over to Gene who is in awe of the magnificence displayed by the Genetic Superman.
Mean Gene: My word that was magnificent! But Flex....I’ll tell you something that wasn’t magnificent. And that’s what you did to Maelstrom’s Aquarium!!! You destroyed every form of sealife lingering inside those tanks & Maelstrom in the process! Don’t you have any kind of remorse for what you’ve done? You took a man’s home & made it into a disaster area! WHAT DO YOU HAVE TO SAY FOR YOURSELF!!!
Flex looks towards the lights with a smug grin on his face as the fans begin chanting, “HE CAN’T WRESTLE! *clap clap clap clap clap* Flex’s grin turns to disdain as Dr. Delavier snatches the mic out of Gene’s hand & holds it up for his creation to speak. Flex looks to the camera & let’s us in on what he’s been pondering.
Flex Magnificent: LISTEN POLITELY AT WUT I HUV DO SAY MEAN GENE!!!! *pauses* WUT DO I HUV DO SAY FO MYSELF?!!? I will tell you Mean Gene.....Male Strum as I huv said....Dis is de dawn of de Mid-Card Champyons und you uhre no exception. Wut hus been witnessed at dis “Aquaryum” is wut you Americans call uh....changing of de guard. I huv had enuff of champyons who when dey strap on dere tidles around dere scrawny waist it falls directly do de groun’! Jus’ as do tidles fall from around dere waist dere is someone who must I REPEAT MUST!!! Pick dem up und carry dem do new dimensions dey huv nevuh been do. Fish Monger I will do anythin’ do restore order in de wurl of professionull rustling und restore dese belts to the accolades dey und I deserve. Und dat anything means destroying your way of life....und......YOU!
MG: *gets the mic tossed back at him by Dr. Delavier* Whicb brings me to another man that also has his sights on you as well. A man who has felt your wrath recently & also is one of the very few to hold a win against you & that man is THE OUTLAW!
FM Gene, you call dat match between de Mercenary a win fo him? Basically anothuh man knocked me out leading to a quick und cheap....much emphasis on CHEAP, GENE....win.
MG: Much like your win against Paul Poda *Flex grabs Gene by his blazer collars*.....I mean much like my Salvation Army EWT interviewing blazer.. *Flex smiles & nods at Gene’s forced laughter* Ha ha.....
FM: *once again Dr. Delavier yanks the mic out of Gene’s hand & puts it in the direction of Flex who retorts.* Haha The Outlaw....Speaking of mid carders haha. Look at dis poor excuse fo a man. He could barely defeat me und he can't even beat de lowest of de EWT champyons. Und now he wunts a Tri State Tidle shot? Sometings just don't add up, Gene. Led me dell you someting...EWT Management takes his livelihood und exchanges it wit a saddle und a cheap Stetson und some 14 dollhair pair of Wrangler jeans.....Und wut did he give dem in return? A s***-eating grin which much resembles his mouth aftuh chewing on dat tobacco UGH!!! und a “Yes sir, may I huv anothuh” response. Well Outlaw wut happun not do long ago wus a mere taste. See Outlaw in Germany we get yo reruns of yo...Cow. Boy. Shows. Like de Hoppalong Cassidy und de Gunsmoke. Und let me send a warning do yo doggy! Dere is no director do call cut und dere is no script written in yo favor. Und dis time de indians huv de favor. Much like dey are de tru ownuhs of dis country I yam de tru holduh of de Tri State Area Champyonchip. You Outlaw uhre nuttin but a ranch hund in dis feud buddy und in short notice I will send you back do waiting tables at de Ponderosa Steak House which is where you were working on yo time away!!! YES IT’S TRU PEOPLE!!! Is dis any This Poster Loves Mustardenduh fo a belt? I think not. Outlaw...much like dat crap you talk....you will be shoveling it once again at de local ranch while I claim wut Maniflex Destiny has prophesied fo sum time. Und dat is fo a man do come around do turn dis second rate backwards backyard federashun indo a COLISEUM worthy of fine gladiators do do battle in de name of tru sportsmanship. Und dat man is ME!!! Outlaw & Male Strum next week dis Tri State Tidle is on de line do see who de tru champyon is. Und history will be rewritten as dat puny mid-card champyonchip is restored do a new glory! One worthy of outshining dat THIRD WORLD TIDLE Limey is carrying around. Und I huv one guess for you who will come out on top.
Delavier drops the mic as “Hallelujah!” begins bombarding the crowd from the PA system as the camera closes in on a magnificent pose from the Genetic Superman. We fade out to a commercial.
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Post by DQorDie on Jan 22, 2006 17:20:45 GMT -5
We’re back from commercial as Flex is now inside his private dressing room. He has a towel around his waist indicating he must be going to hit the showers. He is just placing on & adjusting his shower hat. He then begins reaching for some items to take in the shower with him.
Flex Magnificent: Haha here we are. *opens a bottle of shampoo & endulges in it’s aroma* aaah wut a lovely scent....Bratwurst.....Wut else do I need? *pulls out various sponges especially one with a handle* Ooo must keep de most magkneeficent back in de wurl in magkneeficent shape....Ooo wut else? *looks around to see if anyone is looking & pulls out an inner tube* I cun’t sweem....No one must know my secret.....*grabs a rubber duckie* und dis one either......SO MAY THE SHOWER COMMENSE!!!
Flex begins to walk to the shower as he turns on a stereo & presses play to hear “Splish Splash” by Bobby Darin. He opens the shower door & is about to step in as......Flex Magnificent RECOILS in horror! The crowd gasps as....
THE SHOWER IS FILLED WITH SNAKES, JELLYFISH, & PIRANHA! Flex stands their gawking at the sealife comping & slithering around.
FM: FISH MONGER!!![/I]
Flex charges out of the room in a fury as the camera sticks around.....It moves across the room into another doorway into Flex’s bathroom. Out of one of the sides of the doorway comes someone wearing a brownish Stetson....
Though his head is sinking down with his Stetson covering his view he leans up against the side of the doorway. He lifts his hat above his face revealing to be THE OUTLAW!!! He looks towards the direction Flex headed & flashes a smile before we fade into the next segment.
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