Deamon Cohln
Don Corleone
AND THAT'S THE GODDAMN TRUTH!
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Post by Deamon Cohln on Nov 24, 2005 21:33:34 GMT -5
*The camera fades into the arena. All of a sudden, an 18-wheeler rolls across the tron and out come Diesil. He casts a menacing aura in the venue and climbs into the ring.*
Announcer: This match is scheduled for one fall. Now in the ring, the 7ft tall Diesil!
*Before Diesil is able to give asalute to the crowd The opening bars of Halls of Illusion hit and the camera changes to the front of the entrance ramp. The crowd expects Deamon to come out but he dosen't. Diesil is standing in the ring waiting for him asking the referee what is going on. The play-by-play announcer announces that there is something happening backstage and a camera is heading back there now. There is another commercial break and when we return we are backstage as Deamon and Jacola are fighting it out in a hallway! Deamon is being pummeled by Jacola who is visibly stronger and has the true edge. Deamon seems to be trying to crawl away as Jacola recovers a bit form the offense he just released. Before he can go for an attack, Deamon comes up with a chair to the skull of Jacola! Jacola is now on the ground and Deamon is reaching for something. He pulls out a hockey stick and waits for him to get up. Jacola slowly rises and Deamon takes the stick over his back. This only fazes Jacola slightly as he gets abck up to attack Deamon. Before he can get a grip on him a slew of security guards runs in and breaks up the brothers. Jacola has ten guys holding him back as Deamon only stands there with two guys next to him.*
Jacola: Yeah! Have your win here! It's all your going to get! At Rebirth there going to have to recesitate you! And that's the goddam.....
Deamon: Hold it bro! That's my line... You are not going to make it through Rebirth alone bro. I've had bigger challanges then you. You'll be covered in crimson before the nights over. AND THAT'S THE GOD DAMN...
Jacola: No way! your'e not getting the last word. I'm going to talk to Toom E. right now! A little something extra for Rebirth. And THAT'S the *Deamon comes out of nowhere with a chair knocking out Jacola*
Deamon: *clears throat* Ok. That's the godamn truth.
*Deamon walks away and the camera fades into a commercial for FAT FRY(The new weight loss pill endorsed by the EWT)*
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Ragnal
Game Genie
Yanno what they say: All toasters toast El Dandy
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Post by Ragnal on Nov 24, 2005 22:31:56 GMT -5
LILLIAN: Ladies and gentlemen, the following tag contest is scheduled for one fall. Entering first is-
*High Voltage plays and cuts Lillian off as the Ragnals and Tanya head down to the ring. Mike takes the mic off of Lillian.*
MIKE: Listen, we're sorry we have to rush everyone like this, but we really need our opponents out here like, now. We're pressed for time, and we apologize for everything, but we really do need our opponents set up. Dudleys, you're up first!
*Drop the Bombshell plays as Bubba Ray and D-Von run down to the ring. The Ragnals and Dudleys trade punches with one another. Joe tosses D-Von out of the ring. Mike picks Bubba up by his legs, and he and Joe land a 3D on him. Mike picks him back up, hoists him on his shoulders, and they hit the Thunder Cracker. Mike pins Bubba.*
1!2!3!
*The bell rings, and Spider-Man music plays as Spider-Lady comes to the ring. Linda kicks her in the gut and hits a swinging neckbreaker. Linda gets up, bounces off the ropes, and hits a Tidal Wave on her. Linda puts SL into a Boston Crab, and SL taps.*
*The bell rings, and the Monster Ripper heads down to the ring...very...very...slowly.*
TANYA: Come on already, I want to eat some freakin' turkey!
*Monster Ripper is barely even halfway down the ramp.*
RAGNALS/TANYA: COME ON ALREADY!
*She hasn't even reached the bottom of the ramp.*
TANYA: Oh, for...you guys wanna help me get her in?
*The Ragnals and Tanya slide out of the ring, each of the Ragnals nailing her with a belt. They pick her up, toss her into the ring. Tanya slides into the ring, bounces off the ropes, and lands a springboard frog splash, now the Napalm Death.*
1!2!3!
*The bell rings, and Mike takes to the mic again.*
MIKE: Dorf, Moxie...THIS is your fate in the 8 sides of steel come Sunday.
LINDA: Girls...expect THIS to be your punishment in our Submission match.
MJL:And THAT'S the Shocking Truth!
*High Voltage plays as The Ragnals and Tanya leave the arena.*
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Post by The Lach is very tired on Nov 25, 2005 3:02:29 GMT -5
*Sum Guy is standing next to the matchboard waiting for wrestler's reactions to this week's card. Spaz walks up reads the board & punches the wall.*
SG: I'm Sum Guy & I'm scared of dolphins. I am here with an obviously upset Spaz.
S: I'm not upset Guy I am furious! Toom E has put me in a tag match with Omega as my partner! I just know that he will try some stunt to injure me before Rebirth. If you are watching Omega, don't try anything! If you even put your finger near the trigger I will pull mine! Try anything & you won't make it to rebirth! If we work together I may be able to drag your sorry ass to a win over the most decorated tag team in history.
SG: This weeks matches have certainly upset some EWT Superstars. I'm Sum Guy & it burns when I pee.
*Cut To Promo for Rebirth.*
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Limey
Unicron
It's been awhile.
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Post by Limey on Nov 25, 2005 6:21:05 GMT -5
*"RIP" hits, and Limey makes his way to the ring. He is without Carla, and he throws up the horns sternly to a good pop. He gets into the ring, and grabs the microphone.*
Limey: Sunday...Sunday...Sunday...So much action. So much passion! So many...emotions. In case everyone here's been living under a rock for the past few weeks, you will know that many things have built up to this series of matches. And Toom E has very kindly made nearly every single match there a "special" match. From the submission and reunion match, right down to the escalator to Heaven match. Now, I know what you're all thinking. You may have noticed that only my match with Flex is not a "special" match. And there's a reason for that.
*The crowd chants "Limey" as Limey smiles, and continues to speak.*
Limey: I've spent less than a year here in EWT. I've made a lot of enemies, and a few allies. My accomplishments are growing, and I think I've proved myself to be quite a damn good hit here.
*The crowd cheers for Limey as he begins speaking, in a more emotional tone.*
Limey: Come Sunday, though, none of it will matter. Flex. At first I thought you to be annoying, arrogant...just one talentless HOSS that didn't deserve the exclusive interviews, the paid vacations, all the coverage that you and Doctor "Sweet Transvestite from Transexual Transylvania" Delavier got!
*A little "He can't wrestle" chant starts. Limey pauses, so as the chant can echo around the arena.*
Limey: But when you crossed the line, when you took it to Carla, took her away and broke her damn leg, you painted a bullseye around your chest! Flex, I scarred your face! I may not have done it to the extent I wished, but I put you in my position!! You hurt the person I care about the most, so I thought I may just hurt the person you care about the most!! No, scratch that!! The *ONLY* person you care about, AND THE ONLY DAMN PERSON WHO WILL *EVER* CARE ABOUT YOU, YOU HEAR ME YOU BASTARD?
*Limey takes the microphone away as the crowd pops. Limey calms down, and speaks again, calmer.*
Limey: But an eye-for-an-eye wasn't good enough, was it Flex? You screwed me out of the tag titles. Now, that, I was pretty pissed off about...at first. But it meant nothing to me in the long run. My partner was Bret Micheals! (formal tone) Gasoline, by the way, I feel your pain. Good luck this Sunday. (back to the facts) The fact of the matter is, my gold meant nothing to me as long as I was sharing it with an egotistical megalomaniac. I needed a singles run, Flex. And I think all these fans here agree.
*Another Limey chant starts.*
Limey: But no. That still wasn't enough for you. You wanted my full, undivided attention. And to do that, you brought up my past. My shameful, shameful past. That once again cost me Carla, and I don't know for HOW LONG, and it brought up a few memories that, quite frankly, I'd rather forget. But you brought them up, Flex. You mocked me, and you laughed at me. You know, Flex, if you wanted a match with me, you really should have brought it to my FACE. Or at least, that burlap sack that you used to call your face! I will say one thing, though, and that's "congratulations", Flex! You got my attention. FULL and UNDIVIDED. You want me? You've got me! So to answer my statement back there about this not being a "special match", let me tell you, IT WILL. This match will mark the end! This match will SHOW EVERY LAST INFLICTION OF MY FURY ONTO THAT FLEX MAGNIFICENT!!! And let me tell you, Flex! I will go through HELL and back to finally put you in your place!!! You want to taunt me, Flex? You want to bring up all of these bad memories that now, thanks to you, I JUST...CAN'T...GET OUT OF MY F***ING HEAD?? You want to get the bad Doctor to do everything in his power to distract me from my goal of PUTTING YOU DOWN, ONCE AND FOR ALL?? YOU CAN DRIVE BEN AND JERRY DOWN FROM VERMONT IN A RAINBOW-PAINTED CHEVY, FLEX!!!! IT WON'T MAKE ANY DIFFERENCE!!!! THIS SUNDAY, FLEX!!! THIS SUNDAY WILL MARK THE END!!! IT ENDS AT SUNDAY, FLEX!!! LIFE *WILL* GIVE...YOU...LIIIIIIIIIIMES!!!!!!
*The crowd pops madly as Limey throws down the mic. He then leans against the ropes as the Rockers' music hits.*
Chimel: Uh...aaaaand his opponent, representing the New Rockers...Leif CASSIDY!!
*Leif Cassidy comes out, running wildly down the entranceway, giving the high-five to many a fan. He gets into the ring to silence.*
The bell rings, and the match is underway. Leif runs at Limey, and Limey immediately hits a spinbuster on Leif. He then quickly runs to the ropes, and gets to the apron, leaping off with a Tope Atomico. Limey picks up Al by the head and applies a bearhug, eventually quickly dropping Al before lifting him over his head in a belly-to-belly suplex. Leif lands on his feet, though, and he immediately goes to Limey, and hits him with a bulldog! Leif keeps a headlock applied as Limey gets up to his feet, pushing Leif into the ropes! Leif runs back at Limey to be hit with a HURRICANRANA!!! Leif goes sliding across the ring, eventually making it to the corner. Leif tries to hoist himself back up as Limey goes to the opposite corner. He then runs out and hits the MARK III onto Leif, finishing with a bulldog!! Leif struggles to get up as Limey throws up the horns to a good pop! With Leif up, he attempts a right hand to Limey, which Limey ducks, quickly locking Leif in a hold, bringing him down for an STO!!! Limey calls for the Twist O' Lime, and stalks Leif patiently. Leif is up, and he turns to face Limey...kick to the gut!! Limey then lifts Leif up high before bringing him down with the TWIST O' LIME!!! Limey goes for the pin!
1, 2, 3!!!
Winner: Limey!
*Post-match, Limey stares down at Leif's body before throwing up the horns, and leaving to the crowd chanting Limey's name.*
*Fade to Commercial.*
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Post by pta on Nov 25, 2005 17:05:58 GMT -5
Classical Music Starts Up and the crowd looks a bit shocked as Chance Confidence emerges onto the stage. He smirks and taunts the crowd as he strolls down to the ring, not in wrestling attire. He leaps onto the apron and flips into the ring, snatching the mike out of the hands of an innocent announcer, then giving him a kick right in the dingle-berries. The nameless announcer falls over, holding his crotch and rolling out of the ring. Confidence smirks and claps for himself, hoping the audience will clap as well... instead they respond by pelting the ring with garbage. He shrugs and stops clapping.
Chance: Oh... what's wrong, didn't you miss your idol you festering bags of slime? Oh that's right... the only people you respect are freaks that you respect are the ones that leap off skyscrapers or the ones who say a silly catchphrase. No respect WHATSOEVER for someone as talented as myself.
The crowd boos in response, as usual.
Chance: What... are you all trying to scare me or something? Halloween ended a month ago you brain dead peons!!!
The crowd boos even more, and start throwing trash again.
Chance: Maybe if your aim was as good as the lethalness of your body odor, you MIGHT have a chance at hitting me? But that's not the point. I'm out here to talk about the Tri-State champion... I forgot his stupid name, so I'll just call him Swirly.
A few smarks in the crowd laugh, but it's drowned out by the booing.
Chance: Wow... dumb and a bad sense of humor. You all must've won the negative lottery or something!!!
Chance smirks to himself.
Chance: Now then, about you Swirly. You have proved absolutely, positively zip! Nadda! Zilch. So you beat that Virgin fellow, so what?! I can beat virgins in my sleep... or more accurately put, WHILE I sleep with them.
The crowd half cheers, half boos.
Chance: Swirly... you need to learn a few things about Chance Confidence... FIRST he's undefeated. SECONDLY... he's had more women sleep with him than you have fish in your little aquarium... which I'm sure you sleep with.
The crowd starst chanting Shut the F*** Up. * Clap clap clap clap clap * Shut the F*** Up. * Clap clap clap clap clap *
Chance: and last, but certainly not least. I can do things, no EWT superstar can do... scratch that, no WWE,ECW,WCW,TNA,ROH,WB,PBS,TNT, or any wrestling company can even fathom! Have you seen anyone ever land a flipping Stinger Splash?! How about someone who can run faster, jump higher, punch or kick harder, or insult better... than... Chance...
He hesitates for a bit.
Chance: ... Confidence. Nope, that's an EWT exclusive. And Swirly, in our little... Escalator to... wherever, I will leave you as a bloody... helpless... HEAP of worthless human flab. Oh and if you think you still stand an iota of a chance against me... well... YOU'RE JUST... JEALOUS!!!
Confidence tosses the mike at a rising announcer,clocking him right in the noggin and sending him back to the ground. The crowd boos as Chance quickly exits the ring and we fade to commercial.
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Post by rnt on Nov 25, 2005 17:50:17 GMT -5
Sum Guy is backstage with Rick Raskall and Marcus Trunk.
Sum Guy: Hi, I'm Sum Guy and I'm afraid of the Smurfs. This week, Marcus Trunk is scheduled to team up with the man who will be his partner at Rebirth, the man called Virus. This will be a warmup match against the ever-dangerous Beverly Brothers. Marcus Trunk, your thoughts on this match?
Trunk: Already said it's bull****. Don't you listen to nothin'?
Sum Guy: Any thoughts on the Beverly Brothers?
Trunk: Couple of ugly mullet punks.
Raskall: You think big Trunk's worried about the Beverly Brothers? When he's teaming with some guy that he doesn't know? I'll be there in case it turns into a 3-on-1. On second thought, it's the friggin' Beverly Brothers. If Virus pulls something, it's not like Bobo and whats-his-name are gonna make a difference.
Sum Guy: Rick Raskall, you have a singles match tonight against Syxx. The two of you have similar styles: what do you expect from this match?
Raskall: I expect to be outta there in five minutes and leave Syxx wetting his diaper in the middle of the ring. Mr. Karate Pants has nothing on me. Even the late, great Mr. Miyagi can't help him tonight. We've got more pressing issues to deal with than Syxx and the Beverly Hillbillies. We'll send 'em back to Californye-ay to brew up some Texas tea, or whatever. Interview's over.
Raskall and Trunk exit, with Raskall humming the theme to "The Beverly Hillbillies" all the way.
Sum Guy: Well, I guess that's all from me. I'm Sum Guy and I wear frilly underwear with jingly bells.
Sum Guy exits, emitting a jingling sound with every step.
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B.A.
Grimlock
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Post by B.A. on Nov 25, 2005 21:27:20 GMT -5
Lillian: The following match is scheduled for one fall. It is a tag team contest!!!! Team 3D is already in the ring and walking back and forth anxiously
Eddies music plays and the lights dim.
Crowd: boooo
Lillian: on the way to the ring, from washington d.c...the ox division champion.. eddddddiiee omega!
eddie walks down to the ring, with the title on his shoulder. He looks into the ring with a smile on his face and steps onto the apron.
Lillian: and on the way to the ring, from sydney austrailia... Spaaaz!!!
Eddie is eyeing spaz as he makes his way down to the ring, and they both get 5 ft from each other before brother ray knocks him off the apron. Spaz watches this, and laughs. Brother Devon then goes ahead and rushed spaz to knock him down. The ref rings the bell and the match is under way. Devon throws spaz in, and eddie gets back up on the apron. Spaz breaks up the grapple and punches him. He pushes him in the corner and keeps the ref occupied while eddie chokes him
crowd has mixed reaction and spaz clotheslines him. He picks devon back up and goes cautiously for a tag. Eddie looks at spaz and never takes his eyes of him. Eddie then goes back and throws devon into his own corner. He taunts him and tells devon to tag ray. Ray tags in and eddie and him go for a collar elbow tie up. Ray then kicks eddie and irish whips him into the ropes, giving him a back body drop. He taunts to the crowd and the crowd responds
Eddie is hurting and gets up. Ray pushes him into the turnbuckle and chops the mess out of his chest. Eddie goes along the ropes in pain. Eddie is signaling for him to not come closer, but ray falls for it. Eddie suckered him and brought him in switching places in the corner. He then delivers the brutal pledges to ray
Crowd: oooo, ahhhh, oooooo
Eddie then throws him off on to the mat and kicks his head in. Eddie has that look in his eye most men will be afraid of. Spaz is looking at eddie and wonders whats going on. Eddie picks ray up for a powerslam and does it. He then runs over and knocks devon off the apron violently. Eddie then sits ray up in the ring.
He looks around and then does a kick to the back of rays neck so that it snaps. The ref is looking at eddie as to why he wants to actually hurt him. He then looks over to spaz and slaps his arm. Spaz again cautiously looks to him and gets in the ring. Then something surprisingly happens. Eddie then grabs his belt and walks down the aisle
Crowd:boooooo Devon is still struggling to get back into the ring
Spaz then looking at this eddie, turns around and does the shockwave, which he then modifies into the sydney cloverleaf. Ray has no choice to tap out, and eddie and spaz both win
Party starter starts..
Lillian: And heres your winners, spaz and eddie omega!!!
Spaz talks with the ref as to why eddie left and he gets no answers. Spaz then goes through the ropes and begins to walk backstage.
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Post by Ultimo Chocula on Nov 25, 2005 23:21:14 GMT -5
(Paul is seen walking backstage with the Toolshed belt around his neck. Sum Guy runs up to him with a microphone.)
SG: "Hiya folks! I'm Sum Guy and I use sand paper as Kleenex! I'm here with current Toolshed champion Paul Podanski who has come back after a week hiatus. Paul, what's the deelio? Heh heh....I heard some kids say that."
Paul: "You're still not cool, Sum Guy."
SG: "Aaahh...."
Paul: "The reason I was out for a while is because I had a minor injury that needed to heal up. I don't want to defend the belt when I'm not 100%, so I went home and rested up. Now I'm back to full strength and I'm ready to take on anyone, anytime, anyplace."
SG: "An injury you say? What was the injury exactly?"
Paul: "I sprained my knee. Nothing serious but enough to bother me."
SG: "Which knee was it?"
Paul: "My left knee."
SG: "Which one?"
Paul: "This one!" (points to his knee)
SG: "This one right here?"
Paul: "Yes you dummy! The left knee!"
(Suddenly Ultimo comes blazing from behind and clips Paul in his injured knee. Paul hits the deck grabbing his leg. UC pushes Paul's legs over his head putting all of his weight down on his shoulders and a random ref counts to three. UC grabs the belt and the ref raises his arm as the graphic pops up...)
4! *ding!*
(UC gets out of Dodge right quick. Paul staggers up still clutching his knee, PO'ed that he lost the belt so suddenly. Sum Guy pokes his head back into view.)
SG: "So...............which knee was it again?"
(Paul palms Sum Guy's face and shoves him down and storms off.)
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Post by Oceanic on Nov 26, 2005 0:12:00 GMT -5
Bertha Faye comes out from the back wearing the most awful white trash get up in her closet. Harvey Whippleman, greasy and scrawny as ever is right by her side as they get into the ring to the chorus of boos from the crowd.
Next out is Oceanic. She stops at the top of the ramp and points to the crowd and they pop for her. She slaps hands with the fans as she walks down the aisle. She gets into the ring and sizes up Bertha.
The bell rings and they lock up. Bertha pushes Oceanic fairly easily back against the turnbuckles and she breaks clean. Bertha attempts a whip into the opposite side but Oceanic reverses with a short arm clothesline that doesn't knock Bertha down. Oceanic hits the ropes and comes back with flying leg clothesline that does knock Bertha down. Bertha stands back up but Oceanic lays into her with a series of elbows and knees and finishes with a reverse calf kick to the chin that knocks Bertha on her back again. Oceanic springboards off the middle rope with a Lionsault and follows with a double leg drop across the stomach. Oceanic goes for the pin.
1....... 2.......
Harvey is up on the apron and Oceanic gets up to confront him. While the two are trash talking each other Bertha gets to her feet and hits the ropes. She comes running full speed but Oceanic moves at the last minute and Bertha clobbers Harvey sending him sailing into the guardrail on the outside. Bertha, shocked, turns around just in time to get drop kicked right in the face by Oceanic. Bertha staggers around as Oceanic bounces off the second rope for a springboard DDT, sending Bertha crashing face first into the mat. Oceanic locks in TAAS on Bertha and she is forced to tap out.
Oceanic lets go and gets her arm raised in victory. After a few moments she takes the microphone.
Oceanic: "We only have a few days until Rebirth and I can say in all confidence that I am 100% ready. This is the first time I've gotten a shot at the GND title and you can bet I'm not going to waste it. This is my opportunity to make something of not only myself, but also to something out of the Women's Division. Since Crapamania there has been improvement to making our division a must see segment in the EWT, and at Rebirth, we will finally make the big leap from fluff to legitimacy. We will prove that we are just as smart, tough, and capable as all the guys out there. We will show that we are more than just worthless divas whose only use is to walk around in revealing outfits and compete in tubs of whipped cream. This is our big moment, to outshine the big boys, to turn some heads, to maybe inspire more women athletes to come here and compete. And that's more important than anything. Make no mistake, I want that title. But I want the women here to be taken seriously even more. So this Sunday, I want those other three ladies to bring their A game. Linda, payback's a.....well.....you quite frankly. Carla, I look forward to see first hand what you got. Mystery, you demented fool. You're in over your head. And most importantly, I hope to see all of you fans there too."
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Post by jacolacohln on Nov 26, 2005 3:13:36 GMT -5
*Jacola bursts into Toom E's office looking visibly pissed off*
Jacola: OK! Don't talk, just listen. You're going to do something for me about my match at Rebirth.
Toomi: What you want me to cancel it?
Jacola: No, no, I want to make it bigger. I want it so that if I win Deamon has to leave the EWT. Immediately...
Toomi: I don't know if I...
Jacola: I don't care if you can or can't. JUST DO IT... *Jacola stomps out of the office leaving Toom E standing there in shock*
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Post by Toom E. Guci on Nov 26, 2005 9:34:55 GMT -5
*Toom E Dangerously rolls his eyes.*
Damn people don't knock on my door, they don't get their wish.
24 hours until the pay per view & they want changes to the much. *yeesh*
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Limey
Unicron
It's been awhile.
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Post by Limey on Nov 26, 2005 12:45:20 GMT -5
"She's Got Issues" hits, and Carla O Woe makes her way out to the ring. She sighs, and makes her way down to a mixed response. She gets into the ring, considers throwing up the horns, but decides against it.*
*Alundra Blaze then comes down to a fairly quiet reaction. She gets into the ring, and throws her hands up when the bell sounds.
*Carla runs at Alundra, and hits her with a flying lariat. Carla tries a chinlock on the downed Alundra, when Alundra counters with a snap-mare by the hair. Alundra attempts a sleeper, but Carla counters with an elbow to the head, getting to her feet, and tripping Alundra. Carla keeps hold of the leg, and pulls off a spinning heel hold. Alundra screams in pain, when Carla suddenly drops an elbow onto Alundra's leg. Alundra eventually kicks Carla off after many attempts. Alundra crawls over to the ropes, and lifts herself up. With Carla getting to her feet, the two women run at each other, with Alundra trying a clothesline. This is ducked by Carla, who bounces off the ropes opposite Alundra, and hits a crossbody. She then applies a chinlock to Alundra, and keeps the hold intact until Alundra reverses this with a JAWBREAKER!
Carla falls down to the mat, stunned. Alundra then hits a leg drop onto Carla, going for the cover.
1, 2...
Carla kicks out. Alundra stomps on Carla, and eventually grabs her by the hair, picking her up and then hitting a snap suplex. Carla lands dangerously near her neck, and she reels in pain. Alundra capitalises on this by applying a neck wrench to Carla. A good slow clap gets started, and this gives Carla the momentum needed to get to her feet. She hits a few elbows to Alundra before hitting a Northern Lights suplex, with a bridge!
1, 2...
Alundra kicks out. Both women struggle to get to their feet and as they both get to their feet at the same time, Alundra hits a spinning heel kick out of desperation. Carla ducks this, and as Alundra lands cat-like, Carla hits a dropsault!! Carla then quickly intercepts the downed Alundra, and grabs the legs, bringing her in for a SHARPSHOOTER!!! SHARPSHOOTER APPLIED!!!! This is in preparation for her match this Sunday!!!
Alundra tries to fight it for a while before tapping out.
Winner: Carla O Woe!
*Post-match, Carla looks solemnly down at Alundra, and she then goes to the back, less cheerful that she usually is, without saying a word. The crowd chant "Limey" as we fade to a commercial.*
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Post by paulpodanski on Nov 26, 2005 13:01:38 GMT -5
Announcer: The following contest is scheduled for one fall.
The Diamond Studd Theme starts up and He and his Body Guardee, DDP walk out to the ring.
Announcer: Introducing first, being accompanied to the ring by Diamond Dallas Page, weighing in at 286 pounds, Diamond Studd!!!
Studd slowly walks out to the ring and steps inside, awaiting his opponent.
Soon, Let the Bodies Hit the Floor starts up and the crowd pops immediately as Podanski storms out to the ring.
Announcer: And from Birmingham Alabama, weighing in at 312 pounds, he is The Drunken Demon... Paul Podanski!!!
Podanski sprints down to the ring, slapping hands with the crowd as he does so and somehow slides into the ring. He doesn't even wait for the bell as he charges forward and takes Diamond Studd down with a flying clothesline to the mat!. Studd goes down hard as Paul gets back to his feet and starts stomping away at Studd viciously. Eventually Diamond escapes by rolling out of the ring to recover.
Paul looks out of the ring at him and takes off his jacket, tossing it into the crowd. Diamond groans as the bell finally rings, the referee starting to count him out. 1....2....3....4.....
Studd of course, gets back into the ring, charging forward and going for a big boot to Podanski, but he misses. He looks a bit dazed as he turns around, only to get lifted up for the Manhattan Drop by Podanski. Diamond immediately starts bouncing up and down, holding his area as Podanski goes for a wind up punch and cracks him right in the skull with it. Diamond goes down hard.
Paul then starts running backwards, intending for a senton splash when DDP grabs his legs on the outside and trips him up. The crowd boos. as the referee scolds DDP on the outside. Meanwhile, Studd rises back to his feet, rubbing his sore head a bit. He walks over and lifts Podanski to his feet, then lifts him up for a scoop slam back to the mat. Paul hits the mat hard as Studd leaps up and nails a leg drop to his once injured neck, causing him to clutch it in pain. Studd immediately goes for a cover. 1...2...
But Paul kicks out. Studd growls a bit and stomps a bit at Podanski's neck to soften him up some more. He then lifts him back to his feet and back up for a spinebuster back down to the mat. Studd immediately goes for another quick cover. 1....2....
But again, Paul kicks out, not wanting to lose so soon. Studd gets a bit more frustrated and drops to the mat, trying to lock in a sleeper hold on Podanski and put him out of commission, working again on the neck. Podanski groans and starts trying to escape from the hold, but his efforts in vain as Studd shows no signs of letting go. He keeps trying to escape the hold, but Studd seems to have it locked in too tight.
Soon Paul starts to fade, the referee raises his arm and drops it. 1.... no movement. He raises and drops it again. 2... again no movement. Studd keeps applying pressure as the ref lifts the arm up one more time...
NO! Podanski stops it from dropping. Studd can't beleive it. Paul soon starts fighting back, lifting Studd up onto his back with amazing power, he then grabs him and sets him up for a Vertebreaker!!! It connects and Studd's head bounces hard off the mat. But the move has also taken alot out of Podanski. The referee starts to count them both out. 1...2...3...4...5...6...7...8...
But before the 9 Paul rises up to his feet, Studd just before the 10 following. The two immediately start exchanging punches, nobody seems to have the advantage at first, but then Paul starts getting his second wind, sending Studd reeling back with each of his fierce punches. Soon he's backed completely into the corner, Paul backing up and then crashing right into him with a Stinger Splash. Studd yelps in pain... Paul landing on his feet and immediately lifting Studd up in powerbomb position, then into an Alley-oop. Studd hits the mat hard as Paul goes for a cover. 1...2...
But right before the three, Studd get's the shoulder up out of desperation. Paul looks a bit shocked and signals for the end. He looms over Studd, waiting for him to rise up, and as soon as he does, lifts him up for the Paulerbomb, spinning... 1...2...3....4....5....
DDP tries to get onto the apron to stop the finisher, but Paul sees him and runs forward, using Studd as a battering ram and sending him sailing backwards into the barricade! He resumes spinning... 6....7...8!!! Sutdd gets slammed hard down into the mat as Paul goes for a cover.
1....2....3!!!
Announcer: Here is your winner... Paul Podanski!!!
Paul grabs the mike from the announcer immediately.
Paul: Hey Count Chocusuck! Enjoy that title while you can, because now that I kicked this loser's ass... I'm gonna demolish yours!!!
Podanski quickly exits the ring and runs up the ramp to look for Chocula again... as we go to the next segment.
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Post by girlnextdoor on Nov 26, 2005 13:02:03 GMT -5
*Backstage, Mystery is walking towards the ring when she is stopped by Marc Lloyd.*
ML: Mystery, may I have a word with you? Who is this person from your past you speak of?
Mystery: Ssshhhh. There's only us. There's only us. No day but today Marc. No day but today.
And tomorrow. And the day after that. And the day after that. And the day after that. But right now, I have a debut to make. I have a girl to impress. NO!! I AM NOT A LESBIAN!! SHUT UP!!! DON'T ASK THAT!!! DON'T ASK THAT!!! DON'T ASK THAT!!!
*Mystery runs off to the ring, where Alexi Laree is waiting. Mystery climbs into the ring as Laree attacks her. Mystery gets to her feet & starts punching at Laree. Mystery grabs Laree by the hair & flings her across the ring. Mystery runs at Laree & drops an elbow on her. Mystery lifts up Laree & tosses her over the top rope. Mystery climbs out onto the apron & looks down at Laree. Mystery runs on the apron & leaps off with an elbow.*
*Laree manages to roll out of the way, as Mystery crashes into the ground. Laree lifts up Mystery & throws her into the barricade. Larre runs at Mystery & leaps up, landing a flying head scissors onto Mystery, crashing her into outside ground. Mystery just kind of gets up & smiles. Laree grabs Mystery & runs her head into the apron. Laree rolls into the ring & drags Mystery with her. Laree throws Mystery into the corner & runs at her. Mystery gets out of the way, crashing Laree into the corner. Mystery grabs Laree & hits a double-arm DDT on her. Mystery lifts up Laree & gets behind her, raking her fingers into Laree's mouth right in the camera through the ropes. Mystery starts squealing as she's doing this. Mystery tosses Laree down to the mat. Laree struggles to her feet as Mystery kicks her in the midsection. Mystery then shoves her fingers into Laree's mouth, applying the mandible claw. Laree struggles until she can't take anymore. The bell rings, giving Mystery her first ever EWT win. Mystery releases the hold, letting Laree collapse to the mat. *
No day but today. Or tomorrow. Or the day after that.
There's only us in the ring. There's only 4 of us Sunday. Sunday, I am born a champion. A CHAMPION!!!
*Mystery looks at Alexis & rushes over to her. Mystery holds Alexis in a hug as Alexis lay motionless in the ring & starts to sing.*
There is no future There is no past Thank God this moment's not the last
There's only us There's only this Forget regret or life is yours to miss
No other road no other way No day but today
I can't control My destiny I trust my soul My only goal is just to be
Will I lose my dignity? Will someone care? Will I wake tomorrow From this nightmare?
Without you The hand gropes The ear hears The pulse beats Life goes on But I'm gone 'Cause I die Without you I die without you I die without you I die without you
There's only now There's only here Give in to love Or live in fear No other path No other way No day but today No day but today No day but today No day but today
ALL
No day but today
*Mystery pulls Alexis up & holds her as if Alexis was standing.*
No day but today.
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Yanno what they say: All toasters toast El Dandy
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Post by Ragnal on Nov 26, 2005 14:06:06 GMT -5
*Cut to the Ragnals, standing somewhere backstage. They look serious.*
MIKE: Ladies and gentlemen...as you know, tomorrow night, myself and my brother Joe...we're facing our toughest challenge yet in EWT. 8 Sides of Steel. Against a team who hasn't even proven themselves worthy at best, Dorf and Moxie. And not only are our tag titles on the line...but Dorf's World title is, also. Dorf, we just have one thing to say...Avoid us.
JOE: We're gonna be honest, Dorf. We're happy with the EWT Tag titles. And it'd be great if we won that title. But the truth is, we don't want it. Not yet. Mike and I, we're just gonna see it as a regular tag title match. But we're also going to see it as a tribute match.
MIKE: As you know, tomorrow will be two weeks since the tragic and unexpected death of Eddie Guerrero. We haven't had much thought on how we could honor Eddie, but this match has to be it.
JOE: Eddie's last title reign was as one half of the WWE Tag champions, alongside Rey Mysterio. His feud with Rey ended in a Steel Cage match, similar to the ESOS.
MIKE: Also, Dorf and Moxie are in the same boat Eddie was during his feud with Batista, which was possibly his final feud...*sigh*...so many unexpected connections...but Eddie, rest assured, this match is dedicated to you. You are gone, but not forgotten.
M&J: And that's the VIVA LA RAZIN' truth!
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Post by Ragnal on Nov 26, 2005 14:19:28 GMT -5
(Just wanted to put this up.)
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Post by Chrysta on Nov 26, 2005 15:05:30 GMT -5
*Cut to: the inside of a broken down church. Chrysta and Ms. White are walking around, looking at the structure of the church. A flash of lightning goes by, and Ms. White jumps up in fear.*
White: God, I can't believe we agreed to this.
Chrysta: Everything shall be fine, Ms. White. But if we do not make it...
White: It's okay. You don't have to say it.
*Another flash of lightning passes, and the candles on the altar light up. Chrysta and Ms. White look over, and notice the Connection standing up there.
Chang: Well...isn't this a sentimental moment...you HEATHENS!
Ref: everybody ready? *They all nod* Go!
*The Connection run at Chrysta & Ms. White. White jumps onto Holly Vaughn, while Chrysta grabs a lead bowl, and throws it at Chang. Kendo walks up and punches at Chrysta. Chang gets back up from the bowl, and he and Kendo gang up on Chrysta, hitting her with a double clothesline. Chang picks her up and vertical suplexes her onto a broken down pew. Chang goes to pin.*
1!2!
*Chrysta kicks out. Meanwhile, Vaughn and WHite are still trading punches, until White kicks Vaughn in the stomach, grabs her head, jumps off a nearby pillar, and hits the Stratusfaction onto her. Trish picks her back up and goes to whip her into the wall, but Holly counters the whip and whips White into the wall. She hits and staggers back a little, and Holly hits a German Suplex on White. Holly goes to pin.*
1!2!
*Chrysta kicks Holly off of Ms. White. Chang comes from behind Chrysta and hits her in the head with a kneeler separated from its pew. Chrysta is knocked down to her knees, and Chang hits the Viperbite! Chang goes for the pin.*
1!2!
*Chrysta kicks out. Kendo picks Chrysta up, and shouts over to Holly. Holly picks Ms. White up, and the both of them whip Chrysta and White into one another, and knock them back down. Holly kicks at Chrysta, and picks her up for a powerbomb. Chrysta punches at Holly, and connects a hurracanrana. Chang rushes at Chrysta, who grabs a candle stand, and swings it into Chang's gut. Chang is knocked down to the ground, and she looks over at Kendo. he stands there, looking at her with an evil grin on his face. Chrysta walks over to him, as does Kendo. Chrysta takes another swing of the stand, but Kendo grabs it before she can hit him, and hits her with a punch to the face. Chrysta falls backwards, and Holly catches her before she falls and puts her in a roll-up pin.*
1!2!
*Chrysta kicks out. Holly picks Chrysta up, but Chrysta slaps her arms away and punches her several times. She kicks her in the gut and whips her onto a tattered up pew. Chrysta climbs up onto the pew and sets Holly up for a powerbomb. Chang rushes over, but Kendo stops him, telling him everything will be fine. Before Chrysta can pick Holly up for the powerbomb, Holly lifts Chrysta up, using her neck as leverage. Holly grabs onto Chrysta’s legs and hits the Final Connection, sending Chrysta through the table. Holly pins her.*
1!2!3!
*Ref: The match is over! Winners are the Connection!
*The members of the Connection hold their arms out and prayer, and look on at the fallen body of Chrysta. Kendo turns around, and the Connection leave the church. Ms. White gets up, slowly and battered, and see Chrysta. She limps over and kneels down beside her.*
White: Chrysta! Chrysta! Chrysta, are you okay?! Say something!!
Chrysta: I’ll be…fine…
White: Oh, God, this is all my fault…
Chrysta: No…I was foolish…
White: You did what you had to do! Now let me help you up!
*M.s White picks Chrysta up and carries her out of the church.*
Chrysta: Ms. White…
White: Yes?
Chrysta: I…I’m sorry…
White: It’s okay…really…
*As they exit the church, we fade out.*
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Post by viscera on Nov 26, 2005 15:46:18 GMT -5
Suddenly an EWT Rebirth Promo starts playing.
Spaz: EWT Rebirth
Eddie Omega: One of the Biggest Pay Per Views in the History of the EWT
Ultimo Chocula: Chariots of Fire
Paul Podanski: Elevator to Hell
Maelstrom: Escalator to Heaven
Moxie: Eight Sides of Steel
Virus: Scaffold Tables Match
Principal Pain: All of these matches will be invoked.
Curly Long: There will be no mercy.
Mr. Big: There will be no remorse
Trunk: It will be an event that will truly seperate the boys... from the men
Oceanic: The girls... from the women
Chance Confidence: The weak... from the strong
Mystery: Fueds will be ended
Tanya Flaire: And rivalries will be born.
Tony Chang: This is the event...
Daemon Cohln: Blood will be shed
Linda Ragnal: Bones will be broken
Mike Ragnal: Careers May Be Ended
The Nyrds: Tag Teams will find glory.
Raskall: Challenges will be overcome.
Dorf: And one thing is certain
Toomi: I Will Enjoy Every Minute of it.
Voice Over: EWT Rebirth. Check your local listings for start times.
Fade to black.
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Post by rnt on Nov 26, 2005 16:41:49 GMT -5
The Beverly Brothers enter the arena to a chorus of indifference.
Vince McMahon: Well Roddy, we've already seen some great action from these EWT Superstars tonight, and coming up next, we're going to bear witness to a most unusual tag team.
"Rowdy" Roddy Piper: You're right about that, McMahon. The Beverly Brothers are certainly an odd team. Look at those goofy tights.
Howard Finkel: The following tag team contest in scheduled for ONE fall! Approaching the ring, at a combined weight of 543 pounds, Beau and Blake, the BEVERLY BROTHERS!
Vince: I was referring to the team of Virus and Marcus Trunk, Roddy. These guys have never teamed up before, and it doesn't look like either of them is happy about it. But Commissioner Toom E. Dangerously has given them this match against the Beverlies to help them prepare for their match at Rebirth.
"Macho Man" Randy Savage: And this is a great way to warm them up, McMahon. You can't turn your back on the Beverly Brothers.
Vince: Indeed, you can't.
"Hair of the Dog" plays as Marcus Trunk enters the arena.
Finkel: And their opponent, weighing in at 275 pounds, Marcus TRUNK!
Vince: And here is one half of that team, Marcus Trunk! Boy, is he a big guy! I bet he could take a guy like you and have his way with you, Randy.
Piper: I sure wouldn't put it past him.
Savage: Come on, Vince. He may be big, but I'm faster. I'd wear him down and take him out faster than you think. Anyways Piper, you're not exactly a match for him either.
Piper: I've tangled with the biggest Superstars in this business, Randy. I've faced Hulk Hogan more times than I care to remember. And did he ever pin me? No! And if I remember, Mach, your record against the Hulkster isn't exactly flawless.
Savage: Okay, point taken.
"Heaven's a Lie" begins to play as Virus enters the arena.
Finkel: And his tag team partner, weighing in at 350 pounds, VIRUS!
Vince: And here comes the monster Virus!
Savage: You know McMahon, I did the math on this tag team of Virus and Marcus Trunk, and that's a combined weight of over 600 pounds! You can't argue with that.
Piper: Weight don't mean nothin', Mach. It's what ya do in the ring that counts.
Vince: But the weight advantage certainly helps, Roddy.
Piper: Maybe it does, but if they can't outwrestle the Beverly Brothers, all the weight in the world won't help them.
Vince: Well, all four men are in the ring, and this match is about to...Whoa!
Trunk immediately starts out with a running Yakuza kick to the head of Blake. Blake rolls out of the ring. Virus grabs Beau and tosses him out of the ring.
Vince: Not a very good start for Beau and Blake Beverly!
Piper: You ain't kidding! I think Blake's been knocked out cold!
The referee checks on Blake, and he has indeed been knocked out. The ref stops the match.
Piper: Wait, what, it's over?!
Savage: What a ripoff! I really wanted to see these guys in action!
Finkel: Ladies and gentlemen, the referee has informed me that as a result of a knockout, the winners of this match are Virus and Marcus Trunk!
The crowd boos viciously.
Vince: And definitely not the result the fans wanted! They wanted to see more action!
Savage: The match didn't even get started!
Piper: Looks like Trunk's got no problem with the decision! Look, he's leaving!
Trunk is leaving the ring, while Virus still remains.
Vince: Well, so much for tag team chemistry! I don't think those guys looked each other in the eye even once!
Savage: Hey look! Virus wants a little more action!
Virus grabs Beau Beverly from ringside, and rolls him back into the ring. As Beau gets to his feet, Virus lifts him up and hits him with the Infection!
Vince: The Infection to Beau Beverly! This match is over! That was completely unnecessary!
Piper: Well, Virus wasn't satisfied with the result of the match, so he needed somebody to take it out on! I don't blame him!
Vince: But you still have to respect the rules of EWT!
Satisfied with his work, Virus leaves the ring.
Savage: Looks like Virus isn't worried about Marcus Trunk either! He'd rather go it alone!
Piper: Marcus Trunk is an accomplished tag team wrestler! He shouldn't have abandoned his partner like that! What would Rick Raskall think?
Savage: I think he'd congratulate him on not wanting anything to do with Virus! Rick Raskall is his tag partner! Not Virus!
Vince: Either way Randy, it's not good tag team wrestling strategy to walk away from your tag partner! Especially if they have to prepare for a match as big as the one at Rebirth! If Marcus Trunk and Virus want to defeat the team of Mr. Big and EN Bunk, they're going to need teamwork!
Piper: Now that's a match I can't wait to see! A Scaffold Tables match! You're gonna have over half a ton of weight standing up there on that scaffold!
Savage: I tell ya, they'd better reinforce that scaffold or people are gonna get hurt out there!
Vince: Well, that match is at Rebirth, but there's plenty more action tonight on EWT! Stay tuned!
Cut to commercial for Ponderosa Steakhouse
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Post by rnt on Nov 26, 2005 19:04:53 GMT -5
Tony Schiavone: Welcome back to EWT Wrestling action, where we have a potential Match of the Year candidate coming up! It's Rick Raskall versus Syxx!
Bobby "The Brain" Heenan: You always say that, Tony. Can't you for once say that this match will be decent, or maybe it'll stink worse than Rick Steiner's wrestling shorts?
Schiavone: Well, this match does have the makings of an excellent contest.
Dusty Rhodes: An' you get no ah-gewment frum me, Tonay Sha-vonnay! Dis match heah got all the potential to be a five-thtar classic!
Heenan: Oh, don't YOU start with that.
Syxx approaches the ring.
Michael Buffer: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is a singles match scheduled for one fall. Now coming to the ring from Minneapolis, Minnesota, weighing in at 213 pounds, here is SYXX!
Heenan: Hey, there's a rat loose in the arena! Exterminators!
Schiavone: That's no rat! That's one of the most promising Superstars in EWT! Syxx will definitely go far in this industry!
Dusty: Dat man dere gonna be one a' da best champeens you evah see in dis business, you write dat down!
Heenan: He's a skinny rat! Look at him!
NOW YOU'RE MESSIN' WITH A...A SON OF A B**** (now you're messin' with a son of a b****)
Buffer: And his opponent, from Los Angeles, California, weighing in at 230 pounds, RIIIIIIICK RASKALL!
Heenan: Now this is what I'm talking about! This guy's a real fireball in that ring!
Schiavone: Well, we are used to seeing Rick Raskall teamed up with Marcus Trunk, but as you saw earlier, Marcus Trunk was given a warmup match with the man who will be his partner at Rebirth, Virus.
Heenan: But Rick Raskall can certainly hold his own in a singles match, Tony!
Cut to backstage.
Vince Russo: Heh heh, he said "hold his own".
Back to the ring.
Schiavone: And here we go! This match is underway!
Syxx comes out of the corner with a spinning kick. Raskall catches his leg and drops him to the mat and attempts a leg lock. Syxx rolls out of it. Raskall tries an elbow drop. Syxx rolls out of the way. Both men get to their feet and have a standoff. The crowd responds with modest applause.
Schiavone: And a standoff here. The match has started with some quick action.
Raskall and Syxx lock up. Syxx goes behind for a waistlock, and Raskall counters with another go-behind. Syxx misses with an elbow. Raskall goes underneath Syxx and grabs his ankles, dropping him to his back. He arches his back and grabs the legs.
1...2...kickout.
Tony: Good counter, but only a two-count.
Syxx hits a toehold dropping Raskall. He goes for a headlock, and Raskall slips out. He ducks another spin kick and sweeps Syxx off his feet. He goes for a quick cover.
1...2...kickout.
Both men get to their feet. Syxx goes for a waistlock. Raskall counters with a hiptoss, and Syxx gets to his feet, and takes another hiptoss. Syxx runs at Raskall, and Raskall gets a waistlock on Syxx, using his momentum to push him into the ropes. He attempts to roll into a cover, but Syxx holds on to the rope. Raskall runs at Syxx, but Syxx pulls the rope down, causing Raskall to tumble over the rope. But Raskall held on to the top rope, and attempts a rolling pescado into the ring. Syxx rolls out of the ring to avoid it.
Schiavone: Some hot action early in this match! But I don't think either man truly has an advantage!
Syxx points at Raskall and yells at him. Raskall runs at the ropes and appears to go for a plancha. Syxx ducks out of the way, but Raskall simply grabs the rope and hops onto the ring apron.
Schiavone: Nice fakeout by Rick Raskall.
When Syxx turns around again, Raskall leaps off the apron and hits him with a flying hurricanrana.
Schiavone: Great strategy used there by Rick Raskall!
Heenan: I keep telling you guys, this guy is the future!
Dusty: No doubt in mah mind, Bobbay Heenan!
Raskall goes to pick up Syxx, but Syxx picks up Raskall by the legs and hits his jaw against the ring apron.
Schiavone: Innovative jawjacker by Syxx!
Syxx rolls Raskall back into the ring. He enters the ring and whips Raskall to the corner. He charges and knocks down Raskall with a clothesline. He backs up and signals for the Bronco Buster.
Schiavone: Bronco Buster coming!
Syxx runs into the corner, but Raskall dodges, and Syxx crotches himself on the middle rope. He hangs upside down in pain.
Dusty: Dat's gotta hurt da ol' groinaries!
While Syxx is hanging, Raskall runs at him and hits a dropkick right into Syxx's chest, dropping Syxx from the turnbuckle. While Syxx is down, Raskall waggles his tongue in a goofy manner and mockingly does a crotch chop.
Schiavone: Rick Raskall is now openly mocking Syxx!
Heenan: That's okay, Tony. Syxx is used to being made fun of. Why, just this evening I called him a disgusting sewer rat.
Schiavone: That was about five minutes ago, Bobby.
Raskall picks up Syxx and whips him to the corner. He runs at Syxx, but Syxx dodges. Raskall jumps up to the top rope and leaps off around for a flying clothesline, but Syxx catches him with a hard spinning kick to the chest. Both men are down.
Schiavone: Caught him right in the bread basket! Syxx can now bide some time and recover!
Heenan: Rick Raskall may be down, but he's certainly not out! Come on, Rick!
Dusty: Dis is some great action right heah!
At a count of 7, Raskall and Syxx get to their feet. They trade hard chops to the chest. Syxx gets off some more chops, and whips Raskall to the ropes. He attempts a back body drop, but Raskall grabs Syxx's neck and drops him with a neckbreaker on the way down. He goes for a cover.
1...2...kickout.
Schiavone: Another kickout by Syxx! What great action from these two wrestlers tonight!
Raskall goes for another cover.
1...2...kickout.
Another cover.
1...2...kickout.
Schiavone: Rick Raskall is showing his frustration at his inability to pin Syxx.
Heenan: Are you kidding? He's just resting up. And while he's doing that, he might as well go for a pin.
As Raskall attempts another pin, Syxx grabs Raskall and rolls him up.
1...2...kickout.
Schiavone: A quick roll-up by Syxx only gets two!
Dusty: He nearly had 'im!
Heenan: Come on, that wasn't even close.
Both men get to their feet. Raskall chops at Syxx, and whips him into the corner. He charges, but Syxx hops up to the second rope and rolls into a sunset flip pin.
1...2...kickout.
Schiavone: Another near fall!
Raskall gets to his feet. Syxx hits a back kick to the gut, then a spin kick to the face. He signals for the X-Factor.
Schiavone: This could be the end here!
Syxx picks up Raskall. Before he can hit the X-Factor, Raskall grabs Syxx's legs and flips over him into a pin. As the ref is counting, Raskall manages to get his feet on the ropes.
Schiavone: Hey! Feet on the ropes!
1...2...KICKOUT!
Raskall is incredulous. He is screaming at the ref, demanding a three-count. While Raskall is distracted, Syxx comes from behind and rolls up Raskall. He gets a foot on the ropes.
1...2...KICKOUT.
Syxx starts to look frustrated.
Heenan: Hey! He had his foot on the ropes! Why didn't you point that out, Tony?
Syxx goes to the other corner of the ring. As Raskall gets to his feet, Syxx runs at him with a flying kick. Raskall ducks, spins around, and hits Syxx with a DDT.
Schiavone: Headlock face drop by Raskall! This could be the end!
Raskall goes to the ropes and leaps off with a springboard moonsault. At the last second, Syxx rolls out of the way. Raskall crashes to the mat.
Schiavone: Rick Raskall crashing and burning on that attempt!
Syxx crawls over to Raskall and covers him.
1...2...KICKOUT.
Schiavone: Rick Raskall still will not quit!
Dusty: Dis man don't know da meanin' of "quit"!
Syxx goes to the corner to rest for a moment. Raskall gets to his feet. They lock up in the middle of the ring again. Syxx pushes Raskall against the ropes and whips him to the opposite rope. Syxx drops to a prone position as Raskall jumps over him, and then again. Raskall comes back and leapfrogs over Syxx. When Syxx turns around, he is met with a superkick to the chin.
Schiavone: And a superkick right to the jaw! Syxx is out!
Raskall staggers to the corner and climbs to the top rope.
Schiavone: Here it comes! That patented frog splash!
Raskall reaches the top rope, and flies through the air with the Raskall House Special, coming down hard on Syxx.
Schiavone: And it connects!
1...2...3!
Schiavone: And it's finally over!
Michael Buffer: Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner...RIIIIIICK RASKALL!!
Schiavone: What a great match we have just witnessed tonight!
Heenan: You may not have been exaggerating at the beginning, Schiavone! That definitely was a Match of the Year candidate!
Dusty: Ah can't wait to see these two big bulls lock horns again!
The crowd stands and applauds the match. Raskall climbs the turnbuckle and raises his arms to the crowd.
Schiavone: Rick Raskall acknowledging the crowd! And why not? He put on a hell of a show for these fans!
But the cheering is short-lived, as a big comical grin spreads across Raskall's face as he flips the finger to the entire crowd.
Schiavone: Well, would you...And I thought this man had changed!
Heenan: You're dumber than you look, Tony. This man has looks, talent, a hot girlfriend, a powerful bodyguard. What does he need with fans? He's got it all!
Dusty: He ain't no man at all! He's one o' dem nogoodnik showoff pretty boys who don't care 'bout nobody!
Heenan: Is that jealousy I detect, Splotchy?
Dusty: I could slap your face right now, but I'm a decent man.
Schiavone: Regardless of Rick Raskall's disregard for the fans, he and Syxx put on one hell of a show tonight, and it's just going to get better this week in the EWT!
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