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Post by craigkendo on Dec 19, 2005 17:14:21 GMT -5
*Backstage in The Connection's unholy ungodly locker room. Holly Vaughn and Tony Chang are meditating. Both end meditation, and kneel opposite each other.*
Chang: You know, Protege, we've been "meditating" on the issue for so long now. I say we should strike now!
Holly: You are too headstrong as usual, Disciple. The Leader has for so long tutored you in controlling your emotions. If I did not trust in The Connection, I would assume his methods to be futile.
Chang: (Getting agitated) You know what? Ever since that win against Chance Confidence, you've been nothing but an egotist here!
Holly: (Still collected) I know your intentions are to protect your pride, so I will ignore your petty comment.
Chang: (Calming down) Alright, so maybe that was out of line. It still doesn't mean we should wait for what seems like an ETERNITY for what may be a wasted challenge!!!
Holly: (Still cool) Wasted, Disciple? Our initiate is almost ready to be revealed, and a collective of heathens will feel our wrath. And you choose to dismiss it?
Chang: (Pausing. A grin appears on his face.) You know...you're cute when you talk about "wrath".
Holly: Perhaps. But objective beauty is a petty issue that I do not wish to dwell on.
Chang: (Still smiling) Still...I suppose it makes the wait so much worth it. To reveal our true power...I will savour the moment!
Holly: Indeed. I would wish nothing less of you.
Chang: (Flattered) Well met, Protege. (Pause) Wait...were you coming on to me?
Holly: (Straight-faced) No.
Chang: (A little disappointed) Well, good. It's not in our will to give in to our desires.
Holly: (Oblivious) Indeed it is not.
Chang: (Pause) I think we should meditate.
Holly: That may benefit.
*Holly and Chang return to meditation. The screen fades...
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Post by Chrysta on Dec 19, 2005 19:55:09 GMT -5
Chrysta is backstage, talking on the phone with someone.
Chrysta: Yes, I shall give the word. I wish to thank you for your 'facade' the last few months.
*silence*
Chrysta: Exactly. Either they give me what I want, or they'll have to answer to...us.
*silence*
Chrysta: Agreed. When I give the word, you shall strike. I thank you again for your cooperation.
*Chrysta hangs up the phone.*
Chrysta: Finally...everything is falling into plan.
White: Are you sure about this?
Chrysta: Ms. White, my love, when it concerns Dear Linda and her so called 'brothers', I am certainly sure about this.
*fade out*
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Deamon Cohln
Don Corleone
AND THAT'S THE GODDAMN TRUTH!
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Post by Deamon Cohln on Dec 19, 2005 20:41:11 GMT -5
*The camera goes into the locker room where Deamon and Jacola are sitting. Deamon is reaching into his bag and is searching for something.*
Jacola: What are you searching for?
Deamon: Just give me a minute...... no....... no......eww.......AH! here it is! *He pulls out the old EWWF World Championship belt. It looks as pristene as the day it was made* You remember this?
Jacola: Yeah man. You were so proud when you brought that home. You had just screwed over our other brothe Sever and won that and you brought it home and showed mom.
Deamon: And what did I tell her?
Jacola:"Ma, you baby boy is now a champion!"
Deamon:And what did she do?
Jacola: She kicked you out of the house for going behind her back and becoming a pro wrestler.
Deamon: Exactly, that is what's happening here. I am not getting the respect I deserve. I never have. And if things keep going the way they are now it will remain that way. Now I don't care if we have to kick announcer's asses I just want some damn respect.
Jacola: Man, were both here now. Let's destroy everyone and get some respect.
Deamon: That's the spirit, and that's the goddamn truth.
Jacola: hell yes.
*The camera fades away to a commercial for a replay of Season's Beatings*
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Post by Moxie loves Natalie on Dec 19, 2005 23:31:44 GMT -5
<Moxie sits in his locker room, the lights dimmed, sweat dripping off his brow. The EWT Heavyweight Title sits behind him on a Chair>
Moxie: World Heavyweight Champion. These are the dreams of men around the world. The sacrifices that I've made have been harsh, but the sweet glory of it all... makes it worth while.
<Moxie pauses, and looks up at the camera>
Moxie: It was a long, arduous journey. I'm sure my past has told that. I've made friends, I've made bitter enemies. But I've always been true to myself.
<Through out Moxie's promo, a video segment shows matches with HMark, Billy Ubermark, Chris Benoit, A-Bomb and Stevie Richards, DSR and HM Myles, and his final with Limey>
Moxie: My "peak performance" started last night at Season's Beatings, and as long as my reign is... and I plan to have it be a very... very long one, I will continue to decimate my opponents, stretch and twist, burn and torture. Not because I don't like you, but because...
<Moxie pauses, and smirks>
Moxie: I want to...
<Moxie pauses again. and pulls his head back and breathes in>
Moxie: Limey, you're a hell of a competitor. And for that, I give credit where credit is due. I thought it was going to be an easy match, but you brought the goods. You're welcome to another match. Whenever that day comes, bring your A game, cause I'll be bringing mine.
<Fades out>
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Maelstrom
AC Slater
The Tide Will Turn!
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Post by Maelstrom on Dec 20, 2005 6:03:42 GMT -5
We are backstage in the EWT and Mean Gene Okerlund is standing by with Maelstrom. Due to the injuries Sum Guy recieved from Merc earlier he is in no condition to be doing interviews
MEAN GENE: Ladies and Gentlemen it gives me great pleasure to be apart of his first interview since regaining the EWT Tri-State Championship .... I give you Maelstrom!
Maelstrom looking like he's just comeback from a war, shuffles the belt over his broad shoulders, as Mean Gene continues
MEAN GENE: Now Maelstrom what are your thoughts on your recent Hell in a Cell match .. and how are you feeling health wise?
MAELSTROM: Mean Gene I won't lie to you, I'm hurting from the Cell, they say it can cut years off a wrestlers in-ring time ... and I can see why! ...
A quick scan by the camera reveals a support bandage around Maelstrom's right leg, and some stitches in his head
MEAN GENE: But what of your opponent, what is your opinion of the man you deafeated .. a Chance Confidence?
MAELSTROM: You know Mean Gene Chance gave it his best this past month. Hell he even held my title for a couple of weeks. But the reality is his Reign as champion was merely basking under my glory! ... For at Season's Beatings despite his skill, his agility and his numerous goons and his ninjas ...when the blood had dried, the dirt had settled and the tide had gone out ... I was Champion once again!!
MEAN GENE: Strong words Maelstrom, but what of the future? Where does a champion such as yourself go from here?
Maelstrom stretches his neck muscles before answering
MAELSTROM: Like I said before, if anybody wants some of this ...
Maelstrom points at the EWT Tri-State Title and himself
MAELSTROM: ... Just come down to the ring and I'll take you on ... Big or small, Athlete or Freak ... The Tide Will Always Trun against you!!
A cloud of smoke suddenly appears and Maelstrom is gone!
MEAN GENE: Back to you at Ringside ...
(cut to commercial)
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Post by The Lach is very tired on Dec 20, 2005 7:47:53 GMT -5
*Spaz is shown standing with Carl Guerrero in front of the EWT logo. Spaz is holding a cardboard box.*
CG: This is the peacebringer, Carl Guerrero. EWT's newest interviewer. I am here with Spaz. Spaz what is in the box?
S: Glad you asked Carl. You see at Season's Beatings Flex damaged the OX Title, My OX Title. So I decided to have a new one made, one more fitting of the OX Division, one more fitting of the best wrestler in EWT today. So here it is.
*Spaz opens the box & pulls out the new OX Title. It is similar to TNA's X Title. It is gold with OX right in the middle of it. The O is in American Flag pattern & the X is in Australian Flag pattern. The centre plate of the belt is rimmed by gems. On the nameplate Spaz is spelled out in Emeralds. The side plates have the names of all the previous OX Division Champions. From DSR right through to Eddie Omega. Carl is obviously impressed by the belt.*
CG: Wow that is a belt fit for a champ alright.
S: I paid for this belt out of my own pocket Carl. That is how much the OX Title, the OX Division & EWT means to me. The man who eventually gets this title from around my waist will truly deserve a belt of such beauty. I have shed blood, sweat & tears for this company. I have broken bones for this company. This is me repaying this company for taking a chance on a small guy from Sydney with no previous big game experience. This company has made me a star & I intend to remain a star here for as long as the Spazphiles allow me to.
*Spaz wipes away a single tear as we fade to a commercial for the Tim "The Toolman" Terror DVD.*
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Post by paulpodanski on Dec 20, 2005 8:26:51 GMT -5
Paul Podanski is walking around backstage, with the Toolshed Title once again, still around his neck. He smiles a bit to himself, until he bumps into Hoss Matthews, where his smile turns into a annoyed look.
Hoss: I'm currently standing here with the new Toolshed Champion... Paul Podanski. How does it feel to once again hold the title that you created... well, the unofficial one at least.
Paul looks over at Hoss.
Paul: How do you think I friggin feel?! I feel on top of the world... like I could do anything right now. Of course, the problem is who deserves a title shot?
Podanski strokes his chin a bit thinking, Hoss looking at him
Hoss: Well... maybe one of the new people who just joined the EWT?
Paul: Really... like who? Spill it stick boy.
Hoss: Well first off, there's that guy who debuting supposedly on New Year's Day... Crauswell.
Paul: You mean the furry?! Hey I'm all for free expression and everything... well as much as possible, but that guy sounds like a Grade A Nutjob. Forget him.
Hoss nods.
Hoss: Well... what about the other mystery person we saw a vignette of at Season's Beatings? Trik Turner?
Paul looks back over at him
Paul: What the hell is a Trik Turner?! Doesn't matter... I could care less
Hoss: There's also Therob...
Paul: More like... the " Who Gives a Crap "
Hoss thinks a bit.
Hoss: Oh... and making his return was... Paraslice and the Psychodeli...
Paul goes wide eyed and grabs Hoss's shirt collar.
Paul: Dammit... that fruitcake is back?! Well that's just peachy. I beat the stupidity out of Chocula and now the Hippe Butcher guy returns?! Gee... aren't I lucky? Well let me tell you something Hoss... and you two ParrotSlice or whatever the hell your name is... Tim " The Toolman " Terror brought his defeat on himself. He angered me... taunted me...made me suffer... so I ended him. And if you ever try to take me out like he did... I'll end you, Senor Splash, Delicious Dick Slater, Those other two... guys, and you! Because remember.... I am a Drunken Demon!
Paulshoves Hoss out of the way and walks off to his locker room as we fade to the next segment.
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Post by #Classic Hi-Definition X on Dec 20, 2005 9:15:31 GMT -5
*HBH is getting checked on by medics*
HBH: AAAAAHHHHHH!!!! WATCH WHAT YOU'RE DOING, ALL RIGHT?!
Medic: Sorry sir, but we have to get these splinters out from your back.
*Rosa enters the picture*
Rosa: So, how's it going?
HBH: I'd be OK if certain people would be careful around here. AAAHHHHHH!!!! So, how about you?
Rosa: Me? I've never felt better.
HBH: You mean you're not disappointed you didn't win the GND title?
Rosa: Of course I am, but I'm not going to fret over it this time. Carla and I pushed each other to the limit in our match. I did everything I could to try to take the title, while she did whatever it took to keep it. Girl's got guts.
HBH: That's true.
Rosa: But this thing isn't over yet. I said over and over that I'm not stopping until I win the title, and I mean that.
HBH: AAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!
Medic: All done.
*Rosa looks at HBH's back*
Rosa: Ooh, that looks kinda bad.
HBH: What does?
Rosa: There's a whole bunch of bumps on your back.
Medic: You're gonna need to take it easy for the next few days to allow the swelling to go down.
HBH: Is that all?
Medic: Yes.
HBH: Good. *Knocks down medic* Let's get out of here.
*HBH grabs his back in pain. Rosa helps him out*
*Cut to next segment*
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Post by Gasoline: Gen. Tech Member on Dec 20, 2005 9:21:05 GMT -5
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Ragnal
Game Genie
Yanno what they say: All toasters toast El Dandy
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Post by Ragnal on Dec 20, 2005 11:26:49 GMT -5
*Just Close Your Eyes plays as Linda Ragnal enters the arena, with Mike & Joe, holding their tag belts, and Tanya Flaire make way to the ring. Linda asks for a microphone from Lillian.*
LINDA: Everyone...I owe you an apology, and an explanation on the other night. I'm sorry to say that yes...Chrysta is my sister.
*The crowd starts to chant, "SHE'S NO RAGNAL!"*
LINDA: Thanks, and I agree...but I have to say something. You see, like Chrysta said, I did have a mother different from my brothers. But, I can't call this woman my 'mother', so to speak. Sure, I was born from her womb and all, but that doesn't mean a thing. She did nothing to help me as a kid. Heck, she CHEATED on my dad. She had a different affair each and every night, that SLUT! And when she became pregnant with that...that QUEEN...my dad became suspicious, because after me, they didn't...well, let's just say get along well. So when she was pregnant, he asked how it was possible, and me being a three year old who understood just how horrible a person she was, told him everything I knew. And within a matter of days, they divorced, and my dad threw her out of the house, and left her with nothing. That slut of a mother deserved nothing after what she did to my dad. He thought he loved her, but obviously she didn't love him back, so why leave her with anything?
*The crowd starts to chant again, "SHE'S NO RAGNAL!"*
LINDA: So a couple years later, my dad was in his death bed, and he asked me to promise him that I wouldn't tell anybody about this dark secret. And I kept that secret...until Chrysta came around. And now, she wants something from us...our name. She wants to have the Ragnal name, but obviously, she isn't even CLOSE to being given the Ragnal name! Guys...Mike, Joe, Tanya...I'm sorry I couldn't tell you guys, but I had no choice. I had to promise dad. I just hope you guys can understand in time why it had to be done.
*Mike asks for the microphone from Linda.*
MIKE: Sis..it's okay. You had your reason for not telling us, and that's alright. We're not gonna accept that Ice Queen as our family...not after her sticking up for her mother. So, Linda...we forgive you.
*The crowd applauds the Ragnals, and after a few seconds, Senzafine plays. Chrysta and Ms. White are standing on top the ramp, Chrysta with mic in hand.*
CHRYSTA: Well...isn't this quite the heartwrenching moment. Of course, it's times like this I would feel happy about having no emotions.
LINDA: Hey, why don't you shut up! Your mother was nothing but a slut!
CHRYSTA: So you say. But my mother was poorly misjudged. She claims that father never truly showed the love she deserved.
LINDA: Gee, I wonder WHY! Why don't you just give it up, Chrysta? You will NEVER be in our family, EVER! Let's hear it, folks!
*The crowd chants again, "SHE'S NO RAGNAL!"*
CHRYSTA: Say what you will, Dear Linda, but I WILL get my Ragnal name back, one way or another. Soon, things are very soon, about to connect into bigger things.
*Senzafine plays and Chrysta and Ms. White leave for the back. Fade to the next promo*
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Curly Long
AC Slater
Midget Wrestling Master
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Post by Curly Long on Dec 20, 2005 11:55:21 GMT -5
(Its DVD promotion time!)
ADVERT VOICE: DO YOU WISH YOU HAD POWER! ... DO YOU WISH YOU GOT THE GIRLS? ... DO YOU WISH YOU WERE 3 FOOT TALL! ... WELL YOUR IN LUCK AS YOU TOO CAN NOW BUY! ..
Lots of flashing lights, and cheezy music plays as the camera scrolls down to reveal MR. BIg holding a DVD
ADVERT VOICE: THE CURLY LONG STORY: The Greatest Show on Earth!! ...
Images of Curly Long's career in the EWT are shown, all his greatest moments. From his Debut right through to his role as EWT Booker. All the time Curly Long's Ugly mug takes up the entire screen a huge grin on his face as he nod's manically!
ADVERT VOICE: BUY IT TODAY AND GET A FREE DVD FROM CURLY'S OWN COLLECTION AS WELL ... {*a quick law type voice speaks after the offer* You must be over 18 to be a part of this offer, those who fail to meet this age requirement will be left in a sauna room with Rikishi for twelve hours, terms & conditions apply}
ADVERT VOICE: BEING LONG IS ALL YOU WILL WANT FOR CHRISTMAS!!
(cut to next segment)
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Post by Poker Joker on Dec 20, 2005 13:42:23 GMT -5
(Terri is at the airport with a microphone and looking very tired. You can see through the large terminal windows it's very dark outside.)
Terri: "Hi everyone. I'm Terri for EWT and I'm here at the airport. In case you're wondering it's.......*yawn*.....it's 2:30 in the morning and I only got three hours of sleep. I got a call in my hotel room that there was an major EWT exclusive and here I am. Lucky me."
(Just then Moniqua Morricone, manager and owner of the Handsome Boy Modeling School, walks up to Terri. Fru Fru the puppy perched firmly in her left arm.)
Moniqua: "Ciao, darling. It pleases me to see you here."
(Moniqua kisses Terri on both cheeks, as most Europeans are wont to do.)
Terri: "Yeah, don't mention it. So what's the big idea dragging me out of bed at this god forsaken hour?"
Moniqua: "Ha! I like you, sweetie. You have spunk. Like the photographer who can't get a usable pose out of his model. But on to the subject at hand. My dear, you are about to see the beginning of a new era. In a very short time the EWT will be overwhelmed with the sexiness that is the Handsome Boy Modeling School. And when my boys take over it will start a new trend in wrestling, where the competition will only be out shined by the sheer glamor and beauty of my vision. Isn't that right, Fru Fru?"
Fru Fru: Yip!"
Terri: "Sure. Great. What does that have to do with the airport and 2:30 in the morning?"
Moniqua: "My dear, handsome boys are not made over night. What you saw at this, as you say, PPV was only a start. I must take my two boys to my home land and show them the ways of being handsome. Then once they are ready we shall return and unveil the wonderfulness that is William and Signore Chocula."
Terri: "Speaking of those two, where are they?"
(the camera pans over to the coffee bar where UC and Billy are walking away with cups in their hands.)
UC: "How many marshmallows did you get in your hot chocolate?"
Billy: "Four."
UC: (smiles) "Five!"
Billy: "Damn it! (turns to the barista at the coffee bar) Virgin Discrimination!"
Moniqua: "Ciao, boys. Did you bring me my single shot, non fat, soy, mocha latte?"
Billy: "Yep! I got it right here!" (Billy hands it over to her.)
Moniqua: "Grazie, William."
UC: "Here Terri. I got you one too. Coffee, black, nothing fancy. Just how you like it."
Terri: "Yes! Ultimo, you rock!"
Moniqua: "Handsome boys do not rock! They are sexy, sophisticated, charming, stunning, but they do not rock!"
Terri: "Ok, ok. I have to ask though. Why these two? Of all the guys in the locker room why did you choose Billy and Ultimo. They were doing fine on their own."
Moniqua: "Correction. They were not. They were being overlooked, wasted, left on the curb like last season's Prada. That, that is a shame! My boys do not deserve such an insult. All they need is a little polishing and they will be unstoppable. Take William for example."
Billy: "Actually, it's Billy."
Moniqua: "Handsome boys do not call themselves Billy! Now, William. He is a former Tri State champion. He held that belt for a very long time. He made the EWT the must see event of the season."
Billy: "That's right! One of the greatest E.W.T. Tri-State Champions of all time, right here, baby!"
Moniqua: "Exactly, darling. But when that horrible man, the Maelstrom, when he attacked my poor William and hurt his fantastic neck.....William, show your neck."
(Billy poses as to show off his neck.)
Billy: "You know, I do have quite a nice looking neck. I can model necklaces or ties!"
Moniqua: "When that horrible man hurt my William, what did the EWT do? They forgot about him! They left him behind! And why? Because he is cursed with this affliction of being a virgin!"
Billy: (insulted ) "Hey!"
Moniqua: "But once I work my magic on him he will not only be the successful champion he has always been but he will be the handsome boy he always could be!"
Billy: "Yeah! And once I'm all made up I'm going to get laid all up and down! Nobody will be able to discriminate me any more!"
Moniqua: "Now look at Signore Chocula. Look at his face. Look at his body."
UC: "And check out this sweet caboose!"
(UC turns around and sticks his butt out.)
Moniqua: "Handsome boys do not stick out this caboose! Handsome boys pose, they accentuate, they do not stick out body parts."
UC: "But you have to admit, that is one firm little apple."
Moniqua: "Yes, Signore Chocula is quite the Adonis. A physical marvel. But how far has he gone in the EWT on his own? Nowhere. He had to make an unflattering cardboard belt with flashy lights to get noticed. He won that awful Toolshed belt, that not only isn't a real title but it clashes with everything. My poor boy is still stuck on the bottom while ugly, gruesome men with beards and large bellies shoot past him. I will change that as well, and he will be just as successful as he is beautiful."
Terri: "I see. I agree with you that both of these guys should be at the top of the roster. Billy made a great champion, and I tell Ultimo all the time that he hasn't reached his potential yet."
UC: "You tell me to pull my head out of my ass."
Terri: "Same thing. My point is that even though Ultimo and Billy are two of the best wrestlers in the biz right now, do you really think you can make them fashion plates? In case you haven't noticed neither one is exactly a snappy dresser."
(Moniqua looks over her boys. UC is wearing a fur lined hunter's hat, red sunglasses, and a raggy T-shirt that says "Uh Oh Spaghetti-O's!". Billy is wearing his "Fight Virgin Discrimination" shirt, a fake looking leather jacket and a pair of Dockers.)
Moniqua: "Si, my work is cut out for me. But I shall transform my boys into professional models as well as world class athletes! Come, my darlings! Our flight to Milan is about to depart!"
UC: "Milan! As in Italy? That's on the other side of the friggin' planet! I can't leave Portland! All my stuff is there!"
Billy: "Dude! Shut up! This is my big chance! Do you know about Italy? The girls there love Americans! This is my chance to finally get laid! When we touch down we'll have so many women we won't know what to do with 'em!"
UC: "Maybe you won't know but I got some ideas."
Terri: "Italian girls love American guys? Where did you get that from?"
Billy: "I read it......in....Esquire."
(All three look at Billy, not believing him.)
Billy: "GQ? Cigar Aficionado? Ok! Fine! I read it in Hustler! You happy now?!"
Moniqua: "Alright, handsome boys. Our flight leaves soon. We must go now. Arrivederci, Terri. You have been a wonderful host."
(The three pick up their bags and head for the plane. Suddenly Moniqua turns around and approaches Terri, sizing her up.)
Moniqua: "Have you ever thought about doing some runway modeling? You have quite the nice features. Here's my card. Call me. But, do something about the breasts. They frighten Fru Fru."
Fru Fru: "Yip!"
(Moniqua gives Terri her card and walks off. Terri rolls her eyes.)
Terri: "Oh brother."
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Post by pta on Dec 20, 2005 14:38:30 GMT -5
Announcer: The following contest is scheduled for one fall... and it is THE FINAL ENCOUNTER. No matter the outcome of this match, the two participants will never face each other ever again!
Pomp and Circumstance starts up and Chance Confidence walks out to the ring, getting a few cheers for his match last night, but it's still mainly boos. He's wearing his sivlery robe and being accompanied once again by Pat " The Jaguar " Andrews in his usual stereotypical english clothes. He has a microphone.
Andrew: I dare say... introducing the challenger, he is the EWT's YOUNGEST Tri-State Champion ever I dare say, bow down before the greatest wrestler in the entire EWT... Chance Confidence!!!
Chance slowly walks down to the ring as pyros go off on the ramp sides, like a path of light as Confidence walks down it. He simply ignores the crowd as he hops onto the apron and flips into the ring, Andrews slowly following. Confidence slowly spins around in the ring, in his silver robe, letting the world behold him. Jaguar then walsk up and pulls it off of him... folding it up neatly and exitting the ring.
Confidence turns around and hops onto a nearby turnbuckle, doing his usual pre-match handstand, hopping down and awaiting his opponent.
He doesn't wait long as Apocolypse Now starts up and Maelstrom walks out to the stage, with his reclaimed Tri-State Championship.
Announcer: And the opponent... from the Depths of the Aquarium, weighing in at 287 pounds, he is the EWT Tri-State Champion... Maelstrom!!!
Maelstrom quickly heads down the ramp, belt over his shoulder. He quickly hops into the ring, stretching out a bit and looking across the ring at Confidence. Confidence looks right back at him and the bell rings.
Confidence quickly runs forward for a flying crossbody, but Maelstrom catches him, slamming him down to the mat with a power slam. He goes for an early cover. 1...2...
Confidence of course kicks out with ease. He hasn't even broken a sweat yet. He gets to his feet and starts hitting him with some stiff chops to the chest, Maelstrom groaning a bit and backing away into as Confidence hits chop after chop. As soon as he into the corner, he charges forward, going for a flipping stinger splash, but Maelstrom ducks, Confidence instead landing on the turnbuckle. He leaps off from behind and goes for a tornado DDT! It connects and he goes for a cover. 1....2.....
But Maelstrom POWERS out, sending Confidence flying. He groans, slowly rising to his feet, Maelstrom following. He then charges forward, hitting a stiff clothesline and taking Confidence down hard. He waits for him to get up and hits another for good measure. Confidence rises up one more time... Maelstrom charges one more time,
But Confidence counters into a drop toe hold... Maelstrom falling forward to the mat. Confidence then proceeds to try and lock in the Confidence Cloverleaf. Maelstrom groans and quickly powers out before Confidence can get in locked on. Confidence goes running forward, bouncing off the ropes and just in time as Maelstrom's rising, grabs him for a bulldog right to the mat.
He immediately nips up, pointing to his head as if saying " I'm using my head " or something. He smirks and goes down to the mat... walking up onto Maelstrom's back and jumping up and down cockily... as if he was a human trampoline. The crowd boos in response, Confidence of course doesn't seem to care.
He hops off and lifts Maelstrom to his feet, only to get a fist to the gut for his troubles. He groans, holding his stomach as Maelstrom grabs him, hoists him up high and connects with a brainbuster! He immediately rises back up, the crowd cheering. Maelstrom reaches down and then lifts up Confidence for a Russian Neck Drop!!!
Confidence groans as he's slammed not once, but twice in a row. Maelstrom quickly goes for a cover. 1...2....
NO! Confidence gets the shoulder up once again. Maelstrom looks a bit surprised, but quickly lifts him to his feet. He lifts him up for a spine buster, but Confidence again counters, grabbing him by the neck and hitting a DDT! Maelstrom bounces off the mat hard as Confidence quickly rises up.
He quickly walks over , putting his legs around Maelstrom's neck, then spins around, Maelstrom groaning as this unorthodox move makes his neck hurt even more. He holds it in pain. Chance however isn't done as he does a second neck twist move, Maelstrom yelping out in pain again. Confidence thinks a bit and decides to go for one more.
Big Mistake. Maelstrom grabs him by his leg and stands up, then drops him down face first into the mat with the Electric Chair Drop!!! Chance groans and goes down hard, holding his own sore body parts. maelstrom then waits for Confidence to rise up... stalking him. As soon as he does, he locks in Water On the Brain!!!
Confidence acks and starts flailing about... trying to escapes the hold... but Maelstrom not letting up. He just keeps the hold locked in. Confidence quickly tries to go for a counter, flipping himself backwards and then dropping back behind Maelstrom, then with some difficulty, hoists him up and slams him down into a german suplex pin! 1...2....
But Maelstrom kicks out again! Confidence groans, unable to believe it. He gets to his feet... running off the ropes, bouncing off, running forward, leaping over Maelstrom's body, watching him slowly rise up, then hits the landing dropsault! Maelstrom gets hit... stumbles a bit, but stays up. Confidence quickly goes for a second standing one, again Maelstrom stays up. Confidence looks at Maelstrom and then...
Gives him a quick sweep kick. maelstrom falls to his feet as Confidence runs back the ropes again and leaps up with the a Shooting Star Press off the mat! It connects and he goes for another cover. 1...2....
NO! Maelstrom gets the shoulder up. Chance can't believe it! He crosses his throat and leaps up onto a nearby turnbuckle, then leaps off for the Confidence Booster!!! Maelstrom rolls out of the way, but Confidence somehow lands on his feet, holding his slightly sore legs now. But as he checks his legs, Maelstrom gives him a torso kick and hoists him up for the Whirlpool!!! Into the cover! 1....2......3
NO! NO! NO! Chance Confidence gets the shoulder up once again! Maelstrom is now the one who's shocked. He slowly lifts Confidence to his feet and goes for a punch, Confidence catches it and goes for one, Maelstrom catches that one and goes for another! Again... Chance catches the next punch... only for Maelstrom to give him a big boot... sending him down to the mat. He goes to signal for the end of the match.
Maelstrom climbs up onto the nearby turnbuckle and leaps off... with a huge 287 pound Shooting Star Press!!! But before he can come down, Chance sticks his feet up, Maelstrom smacking against them and falling back down to the mat, clutching his neck again.
Confidence slowly gets to his feet now, the crowd chanting now " This is Awesome!!! * clapclapclapclapclap * This is Awesome * clap clap clap clap clap * He looks down at Maelstrom, drags him to the center of the ring and locks in the Confidence Cloverleaf again!!! This time he's got it locked in!
Maelstrom groans and yells out in agony as Confidence keeps pouring the pressure, maelstro mgroaning and trying to struggle to the ropes. Confidence however just seems intent on reclaiming his title and keeps the hold locked in! Maelstrom looks like he may have to tap any second now.
Confidence keeps the hold on as Maelstrom starts to fade, still trying to keep from tapping out. He slowly struggles towards the roeps though now, somehow having the energy to do so! Confidence can't beleive it, trynig to drag him back, but Maelstrom just too resistant.
Finally Maelstrom manages to grab one of the ropes. 1...2....3....4.....
Chance reluctantly breaks the hold. The damage however has still been done. Maelstrom slwoly tries to get up to his feet, Confidence stalking him... ready to put him away now for good. As soon as Maelstrom gets to his feet, Confidence grabs him and goes for the Confidence Breaker, thinking since Maelstrom's been weakened he can pull it off! He almost gets it, but Maelstrom grabs him from behind as he lands and nails a Vertebreaker to the mat!!! Confidence's head boucnes off and he groans, holding it in roaring pain. Maelstrom slowly picks Confidence up, then climbs onto a nearby turnbuckle, leaping off and hitting... the Vortex Drop!!! The moves takes just as much out of him as it did Confidence though. He crawls over and drapes an arm across him. 1....2....
3!!!! It's over. Maelstrom has finally finished with Confidence for good.
Announcer: Here is your winner... Maelstrom!!!
Maelstrom slowly rises to his feet, taking his title belt... holding his now sore body. He waits for Chance to rise up, standing over him.
Chance does soon get up and the crowd cheers, clapping just like last night. Maelstrom reaches out for a handshake. Confidence looks at him... and the crowd chants " Shake! Shake! Shake! " He looks up and reluctantly gives Maelstrom a super quick super limp handshake then leaps out of the ring.
The crowd boos as Confidence heads backstage, apparently not wanting anything more to do with Maelstrom.
Fade to commercial.
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Post by Banned Member on Dec 20, 2005 15:44:25 GMT -5
Fink: Our next match is set for one fall,and is set for a 20 minute time limit! Coming down to the ring Virgil!
*Virgil runs down the aisle way slapping the fans hands.*
Fink: And the opponent Here is THE MERCENARY!
*The Four Horsemen theme bails up over the P.A instead of Mercs regular music,and to much surprise Merc comes out riding a Horse down to the ring. As Merc steps in the ring he grabs the mic from Fink.*
Merc: Ladies,and Cow Dung! The guy you know as Mercenary has left the EWT,and in his place stands me the Outlaw Chris James! Now I reckon I heard a guy by the name Maelstrom saying he wants a challenger to Thur title he wears. Well I'm here to take that challenge! I am willing to fight any type of match! It doesn't matter to The Outlaw cause I follow by one set of rules my own!
*The Outlaw charges at Virgil,and clotheslines him down. The Outlaw picks Virgil off the mat ,and gives him a belly to belly suplex. Outlaw follows up with a knee drop to Virgil's head. Virgil gets up,and tries to hit a desperation dropkick only to be swatted down by Outlaw. Out whips Virgil to the corner turnbuckle,and sets him up on the top,and follows up with a pile driver off the top rope. The fans all stand,and chant Holey S*it as Out Law gets the easy 3 count,and the win. Out Law picks up the mic after the match is over.*
OL: You see that Thar Virgil he just fell prey to what I like to call the round up! Maelstrom I reckon that your days as Tri State Champion are well numbered,and now to take care of last piece of business!
*Outlaw pulls a piece of paper.*
OL: Since I no longer go by that Merc name I reckon I tear up this here contract of Trish Stratus! She can be whatever she damn well feels! Though it is a rightful shame seeing as how she could of been much better.
*Outlaw tears up the contract,and the 4 Horsemen theme hits,and Out makes a belt motion sign around his waist as he exits the ring,and climbs back on his horse,and rides off backstage.*
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Post by craigkendo on Dec 20, 2005 16:12:06 GMT -5
*"Ich Will" hits, and The Connection methodically make their way out. Craig Kendo leads Tony Chang and Holly Vaughn to the ring.*
Chimel: The following contest is scheduled for ONE-FALL! Already in the ring, from Oregon City, Oregon and...somewhere else...Brady Boone and The Assassin!!!
*The aforementioned two get absolutely no reaction.*
Chimel: And from Newark, New Jersey and Seoul, Korea respectively...being accompanied by fellow Connection member "Lady Spectacular" Holly Vaughn...Craig Kendo and "The Viper", Tony Chang, THE CONNECTION!!!
*The Connection get into the ring, and hold their arms out in prayer. Craig Kendo looks at Brady Boone, currently in the ring, and then looks away in disgust. He calls Tony Chang to be the legal man, and Chang pumps himself up.
Brady Boone and Tony Chang stare each other down, and Brady immediately goes for a SUPERKICK....Chang effortlessly catches it in one hand. He stares at Boone, insulted that Brady thinks he can stack up to him. Chang then casually pushes Boone to the mat. The Assassin rushes in, but runs into a jumping calf kick from Chang. Boone has gotten to his feet, but Chang immediately hits him with a hard elbow to the ribs. This doubles Boone up and leaves him breathless. Down to one knee, Chang sighs, and lifts his leg down on Boone with the VIPERBITE KICK!!!! Boone has been knocked out cold!! Chang then shifts his attention to the Assassin. The Assassin looks fearfully at Chang. Chang looks for approval from Craig Kendo, who nods paternally. Chang then grabs The Assassin by the throat, and the crowd boo him mercilessly. However, Chang then casually pushes The Assassin aside. Holly Vaughn slides a microphone into the ring, and Chang takes it.
Chang: (Hits the microphone to check if it's working) Assassin? You are not worthy of that title. I doubt you could execute an assassination on an INSECT. This is completely absurd. You are not worth my time. So...I'll be merciful. Now GET OUT OF HERE before I change my mind!!
*The Assassin nods vigorously. He then quickly goes to the ropes and tries to exit. However, Chang grabs him, and executes a German Suplex!!! The crowd boo Chang as he grabs the microphone again.*
Chang: I changed my mind.
*Chang throws down the microphone and approaches the winded Assassin. The Assassin lifts himself up to one knee, and is brought down by Chang's VIPERBITE KICK!!!! Chang then drags the Assassin over to Boone's downed body, and goes for the pin.*
1, 2, 3!!!
Winners: The Connection.
*Post-match, Craig Kendo and Holly Vaughn enter the ring, and Craig Kendo lifts the limp body of The Assassin up as Holly takes the unconcious body of Brady Boone. Kendo and Holly then lift their chosen targets high and hit the ENLIGHTENMENT...AND THE FINAL CONNNECTION!!! The crowd boo them as Kendo takes the microphone.*
Kendo: As the Disciple has said...you are not worthy of our time. But...we were in a good mood, so to speak.
*The crowd boo them as Kendo laughs evilly. Chang looks on in approval as Kendo continues to speak.*
Kendo: This is because...our Initiate is soon to be revealed. And this very Initiate will revolutionise The Connection and DELIVER OUR MESSAGE. The time is soon....
*Kendo throws down the microphone, and he and Holly turn to leave. Chang, though, has other ideas. He drags the body of the Assassin on top of Brady Boone, and then stands atop both of them. He then holds his arms out in prayer, and then leaps up with the Standing Shooting Star. He then laughs triumphantly as we fade to a commercial...*
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Post by Trik Turner on Dec 20, 2005 16:34:31 GMT -5
(A not-so famaliar face comes walking into the arena. He walks by a group of fans who are waiting by the doors for autographs. He stops & looks at the fans & just smiles. He turns towards the camera.)
Oh, they don't know me now...but soon, real soon...they will want the autograph. And getting my autograph will be Triky. For you see, I am no ordinary up & comer. I am the future of EWT. That belt Moxie holds will someday be mine. But not today.
That belt Maelstrom holds will someday be mine. But not today.
And that belt Spaz holds...yep, you guessed it. But you're wrong. The Ox Division Championship? What does that prove? Nothing. Why would I want a belt in which somebody once took a s*** on it?
Oh EWT, you will soon learn that there's more then meets the eyes. There's Trik Turner.
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therob
Hank Scorpio
Mcginley to Slim's O'neil
Posts: 7,257
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Post by therob on Dec 20, 2005 17:56:10 GMT -5
The executioner makes his way down to the ring does what ever he does then the person who really matters music hits.
*The Rob walks down yelling at the fans and slaps a little kid for being a kid. The bell rings and the match begins. The Rob puts his hand out in a stop motion. He takes his sunglasses off and while the Executioners back is turned The Rob close fist punches him in the back of the head.Executioner goes down and the ref yells at the Rob. The Rob picks executioner up and apologizes then elbows him in the eye busting him open. Then The Rob finally gets bored of toying with him and gives him a biggg Rob Bottom. 1..2..3 its over.
*The Rob grabs a Mic. Like i said thats The Rob is here to turn this place upside down and, thats all that needs to be said!
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Post by The Lach is very tired on Dec 21, 2005 6:37:43 GMT -5
*Some very generic music plays & Barry Horowitz heads to the ring. The crowd start a Jobber chant*
RA: The following contest is scheduled foe 1 fall & is for the EWT OX Division Championship. Introducing the challenger. From St. Petersburg, FL, weighing in at 221 lbs Barry Horowitz!
*Party Starter hits & Spaz heads to the ring he gets his usual big pop. He rolls into the ring & shows off the new OX Title Belt.*
RA: And his opponent from Sydney Australia, weighing in at 216 lbs he is the EWT OX Division Champion Spaz!!
*Referree Lee holds up the OX title & the bell rings. Spaz charges in & grabs Horowitz. Spaz nails him with a Belly To Belly Suplex. Horowitz is back up & Spaz nails him with a Dragon Suplex. Horowitz is back up again & this time Spaz grabs him & hits 1 Vertical Suplex, follwoed by 2 & 3. Spaz gets up & points to the heavens. Spaz is in control & he lifts Horowitz up & nails a Full Nelson Slam. Spaz tries a cover.*
1 2 NO!
*Spaz is shocked that Horowitz kicked out. He gets up & so does Horowitz. Barry swings at Spaz but Spaz blocks it & nails a Down Under DDT. Horowitz is down & Spaz lifts him up. Spaz signals to the crowd & nails him with The Shockwave. Spaz goes for the cover.*
1 2 3!
*Ref Lee raises Spaz's hand & gives him back his shiny new belt.*
RA: Here is your winner & still EWT OX Division Champion Spaz!
*Spaz heads to the back as Party Starter plays in the arena.*
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Limey
Unicron
It's been awhile.
Posts: 3,062
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Post by Limey on Dec 21, 2005 9:15:01 GMT -5
*"RIP" hits, and Limey makes his way out, accompanied by Carla O Woe. Limey and Carla pose together on the entranceway, and both of them throw up the horns.*
Chimel: The following contest is scheduled for ONE-FALL. Introducing first, to be accompanied to the ring by the CURRENT GND DIVISION CHAMPION, CARLA O WOE...
*Carla gets a good huge pop at the mention. She throws up the horns and shakes the hands of the many at ringside.*
Chimel:...From Liverpool, England, weighing in at fifteen stone...LIMEY!!!!!
*Limey gets a huge pop. He gets to the apron, and throws up the horns to an ovation. The crowd chants "LIMEY" and "CARLA" as a sign of respect for both atheletes. Limey then leans back against the ropes, ready for his opponent.*
*"Take what's mine" hits for some bizzarre reason, and Barry O makes his way out to absolutely NOTHING of a response from the crowd. He takes it to mean that they love him so, and he screams out "YEAH!!! YOU KNOW IT!!!"*
Chimel: Aaaaaaand his opponent, from Kansas City, Kansas...Barry O.
*This flat introduction annoys Barry, and he loudly berates the referee when he gets into the ring. He grabs the microphone of Chimel, and gives him a stiff slap around the face. Chimel looks puzzled, but he leaves the ring. Barry O then speaks, but nothing comes out. Limey sighs, takes the microphone, and turns it on to a good laugh from the crowd. He then patronisingly gives it back to Barry.*
Barry: So...you're this "Limey" guy I have to beat.
*Barry is visibly amused by Limey. He tries to contain his laughter, but it doesn't help much.*
Barry: No...no wait...your actual stage name is "Limey"? What...are you just ASKING to be a two-bit jabroni here? You think you can make it with a name like "Limey"?
*The crowd begin a loud "Limey" chant. Limey smirks at this and points it out to Barry O.*
Barry: (Triumphantly) See? See? They're making fun of you, kid! They're all making fun of your stupid little name! I mean...do you actually think you can hope to wrestle me? Look at me kid...I'm BARRY O. The "O" stands for "ORTON", buddy. You...DO know who the Ortons are, right?
*Barry has assumed Limey to know absolutely nothing about wrestling. Limey rolls his eyes, and says "Yes. I've heard of the Ortons."*
Barry: Them's good genes standing right in front of you, kid! Bob Orton Senior? That's all here. Cowboy Orton? Right here, baby-boy! What about Randy Orton, THE YOUNGEST champ in WWE history, and the longest reiging IC champion in over a decade! What do you think of that, kid? That guy's MY nephew! And you know what they say about fruit not falling far from the tree, don't you?
*Limey looks pissed off with Barry, but keeps humouring him. He nods at Barry, and Barry continues.*
Barry: Kid...I've made superstars with TWICE your talent, TWICE your size and with with valets TEN TIMES as attractive as yours!
*Carla looks from her GND title to Barry, and mouths "Valet?" at him. Limey raises a hand. He wants to see Barry get a WHOLE lot of foot in his mouth.*
Barry: See...I've got something you don't, kid. I've got AMBITION. I can make it in a wrestling business! I've got all the moves, kid. I've got all the talent! The power! The charisma!!!
*Barry raises his hands in a taunt, expecting a good amount of cheers. He gets silence. Limey shrugs his shoulders as Carla tries to restrain herself from laughing. It ain't easy.*
Barry: See, kid. Look what you've done now. You're cramping my style! Just associating with you has made the people so embarrassed, they don't want to cheer me like they usually do!
*Limey is seen to exclaim incredulously "You're out of your mind!". Carla is now covering her face and laughing ever so heartily. Barry O continues to speak.*
Barry: Well, you know what I'm going to do? I'm going to show you just what Barry O can do to young upstart little punks like yourselves! But...to be fair...I'll humour you. How's that? I'll go easy on you. I'll let you have the first shot. How's that?
*Limey can hardly believe this guy. He looks at Carla and shrugs. He asks Barry if he's sure. Barry nods profusely. Limey again looks over at Carla. Carla indicates to Barry, and leaves the ring, leaning on the apron to see what happens. Barry speaks into the mic, annoyed at Limey.*
Barry: What? Are you some kind of wimp? Come on! Take the first damn shot!
*Limey looks over at Barry, and asks "Now..are you sure?" Barry throws down the microphone, and yells "YOU'RE DAMN RIGHT I'M SURE!!! DO IT!!!". Limey looks over at Chimel and indicates to him. The timekeeper rings the bell, and the match is underway.
Limey then immediately hits an STO onto Barry and goes for the cover.
1, 2, 3!!!!
Winner: Limey!!!
*Post match, Limey throws up the horns, and Carla comes into the ring, and does the same. Limey looks down onto Barry, and shakes his head at him. Limey and Carla leave to the back when....*
Barry: (Having grabbed at a microphone.) Hey!!! HEY!!! British kid!!! Come back here!!
*Limey looks over at Barry and incredulously laughs "You've got to be freaking kidding me!!" Limey shakes his head and goes back to the ring. He sees Barry as Barry tries to lift himself up with the help of the ropes. Barry speaks again.*
Barry: THAT WAS NOT A FAIR FIGHT!!!
*Limey has had enough of this. He calls for a microphone, and is given one.*
Limey: You asked me for the first shot, and I gave you the first damn shot. What's the problem?
Barry: YOUR VALET!!! THAT...THAT JEZEBEL WAS PUTTING ME OFF!! SHE WAS MAKING FACES AT ME!!! THAT'S WHY I LOST!! CHEATER!!! CHEATER!!! Referee, REVERSE YOUR DECISION RIGHT NOW!!!
*The referee, trying hard not to laugh, tells Barry that his decision is final. Limey stops him there, and speaks again.*
Limey: Hold up, hold up. I'm an honourable guy most of the time, mate. I'll give you the benefit of the doubt. So...how about scheduling a rematch?
Barry: Oh? You want a rematch? I'll give you a rematch RIGHT DAMN NOW!!!
*The crowd laugh at Barry as Limey grins and speaks again.*
Limey: Now, are you sure? I'd hate to attack an injured opponent...
Barry: I'M NOT INJURED, DAMN YOU!!
Limey: Alright. Alright, fine. Let's make it nice and fair. (Limey looks over to the ropes, and speaks to Carla. He then leans back) Carla's all for a fair contest, mate. To prove it, she'll spend the entirety...of the match, back turned. Chimel...get her a chair, would you mate?
*Tony Chimel hands Carla a steel chair, and Carla obligingly sits down on it, back to the ring.*
Limey: Now, we need someone to "watch over her". Let's see...
Barry: NO!!! NO!!! I will NOT let you be biased, choosing a plant...THAT MEANS COERCED PARTICIPANT, KID!!!
*Limey shrugs, and backs away, giving Barry his call. Barry points to a random kid. The kid is wearing a "Prepare for Life to GIVE YOU LIMES" T-shirt, so Barry reverses his decision. He points to an old lady, and the lady's wearing a "Carla O Woe's #1 fan" shirt. Carla is flattered, but Barry reverses his decision. He points to a guy in an "Orton" shirt...and it shows to read "Orton sucks, Limey rules!!!" Barry gets frustrated, and points to the Spanish announcers.*
Barry: HEY!! Jumping bean! YOU watch over that Jezebel! And remember...if you show any bias, I'LL SUE YOU FOR EVERY DONKEY YOU OWN!!!
*The crows boos Barry for this, but Hugo merely takes it in his stride. Barry looks over at Limey again.*
Barry: NOW it's a fair contest! And the match starts...NOW!!!
*The bell rings, and the match is underway. Again. Barry throws the microphone at Limey, who ducks it. Limey then runs at Barry, kicks him in the gut, and then lifts him up and down again for the TWIST O' LIME!!! Limey goes for the cover. Again.*
1, 2, 3!!!!
Winner: Limey!!! AGAIN!!!
*Post-match, Limey throws up the horns, and Hugo makes the "OK!" sign, indicating that she kept her back turned the whole match. They walk to the back, when...*
Barry: (Again.) Heeey!!! HEY!!! GET...GET BACK HERE!!!
*Limey, getting pissed off, slides back into the ring. Carla follows him.*
Barry: THAT WAS NOT A FAIR FIGHT...THAT...
*CARLA HAS HAD ENOUGH!!! Carla lifts him over her head with a FISHERMAN'S SUPLEX!!! She then drags Barry to the turnbuckle, and points to it to a HUGE pop!!! She then jumps up the turnbuckle, and leaps off with the EYE CANDY!!! She then makes the cover!
1, 2, 3!!!!
Winner: Carla O Woe!!!
*Limey and Carla raise their hands in victory to a huge pop! They then embrace, and then walk to the back to a huge mixture of "LIMEY" and "CARLA" chants. This time, Barry stays down.*
*Fade to commercial.*
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Post by Toom E. Guci on Dec 21, 2005 9:38:36 GMT -5
*Cut back from commercial, Toom E Dangerously is sitting in his office.*
January 8th will mark a special day right here in EWT. For starters, it will be my birthday. And I have decided to work on my birthday to give to you fans the very next EWT pay per view, untitled at this time.
But, it will also mark the return of a very...special match that I have created before.
So Moxie, shine up that belt. because you have got yourself a major road ahead to prepare for your first pay per view as a champion.
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