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Post by Sweet Lou on Mar 27, 2008 20:20:54 GMT -5
*The camera fades in to a lavish penthouse suite where we see a white piano with vase of roses on top. Seated at the piano is a man in a white glittery fur coat and star-shaped sun glasses*
Percy: Hello, thank you for joining me in my humble abode. Let me introduce myself, my name is Percy St. James and as you can tell I enjoy to finger a couple of keys. Oh my, I forgot to introduce my loyal "enforcer".
*Camera pans upward to see a strapping man in a black and white striped shirt and suspenders*
Percy: This is Bruno. Say hi to the wonderful audience, Bruno.
Bruno: *Smiles* Hello, the pleasure is mine
Percy: As you see, I differ alot from your usual performers. I don't run around hitting people with chairs, wear off brand clothes, nor do I enjoy getting grimy and sweaty. But, the time has come for this lavish prince to step away from the piano and step into the ring. I plan to bring style, grace and beauty to your little "shante" of an arena, *Grabs rose and takes a deep sniff* if you like or not. I am overcome with fatigue so I must bid you ado. See you soon *Blows kiss into camera*
Fade
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Post by Toom E. Guci on Mar 28, 2008 2:28:20 GMT -5
*Sum GUy & Todd Grisham are both backstage.*
Sum: I been here longer. I am going to get the big interview with the boss!!
Todd: No way. I hosted the Scammy Awards in the past. I am loved more. I am going to get the scoop here.
Sum: You don't understand. I'm Sum Guy. You're some washed up, ex-WWF hasbeen who Mr. Dangerously had pity on.
Todd: Look buddy. I am Todd freakin' Grisham. I interviewed bigger names then your balls.
Sum: You also been teased by them. I at least have class. I have had my ass kicked by the best EWT has to offer.
*Just then, Toom E Dangerously is seen down the hallway walking, still carrying the EWT Heavyweight Championship. Todd pushes Sum Guy out of the way.*
Todd: Mr. Dangerously, Mr. Dangerously!!! May I have a word with...oomph!!!
*Sum Guy tackles Todd Grisham.*
Sum: Mr. Dangerously, sir, what exactly is the deal regarding Chance Confidence & the Match Board?
*Toom E walks into his office & a click is heard, thus locking the door.*
Sum: See, you ticked him off.
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Post by Tea & Crumpets on Mar 28, 2008 13:15:01 GMT -5
*We fade in to the locker room. Sum Guy, albeit a little sucffed up and dirtied after the previous incident with Grisham, is standing with The Highland Diamonds. Angus has a bandage over his eyebrow from their match with Holly and Rhodes.* Sum Guy: Hi, I’m Sum Guy, and I used to own a sedan! I’m here with The Highland Diamonds..... *Sum Guy pauses, and briefly looks excited* Sum Guy: Hey! You actually let me introduce you for once! Angus: *sarcastically* Yeah, aren’t we nice guys? Noo get yah self love thing done, finish puttin yeself over, and let tha guys who people actually care aboot start talkin’. Sum Guy: But, I’m meant to be interviewing you. Warrior: No, this is promo time. Our promo time, to be precise. If we want an interview, we’ll go on Larry King, or something. Angus: Actually, Let tha man do his interview. It might give him somethin’ interestin’ ta finally tell his mammy aboot when he gets home tonight Sum Guy: Er….right. Well, first things first, how do you feel your match against Holly and Rhodes went? Warrior: Isn’t that an obvious answer? We won. Fireworks, parades, floats, tubs of gin, yadda yadda yadda. Sum Guy: Yes but, how do you address the criticisms that, like against Rated X, you won your matches by cheating? Warrior: Well- *is cut off* Angus: Ya callin me a cheat? Ya callin me a cheat?!! I ain’t heard nobody say this, because nobody’s had tha guts ta say it ta my face! Whoever ya are, ya sad little people with ya cups o’ coffee, an ya packet o crisps, who sit around, watch tha *Tennesee accent* “Rasslin”, on tha telly, then write in, with ya geeky little handwriting, saying how big bad bully cheats we are. Say it ta my face, and I’ll knock yah teeth down yah throat so hard they come back out through yah arse! Tha Highland Diamonds are undefeated in EWT. 3-0, that’s all that matters. Sum Guy: Next, we were wondering, what are your opinions on the returning team of David Davies and Brian Gold, collectively known as De Whizbang? Warrior: De Whizbang? What is that, some badly translated German firecracker? I take it that these guys, David Squared and that Brian guy, whoever he is, were in EWT before, right? Sum Guy: -*is cut off before he can elaborate* Warrior: Well whatever. So they were around 3 years ago, let’s say, when nobody cared about this place and nothing really mattered here. And yet, in all that time, they never held any titles? Man, those guys must SUCK! Sum Guy: Actually, David Davies held the Tri State Title and Ox Division title. Warrior:……..Don’t contradict me again. And besides, they still didn’t hold the world title! Or the tag titles! Yeah, they got nothing. They deserve nothing. And they’re going to be leaving this company again very soon with nothing. Sum Guy: Speaking of leaving, if I may, what are your thoughts on the current state of EWT after the number of superstars who have recently left and/or been released? Angus: Well, with all these guys that’ve gone, who’s left? Tha stable champions have gone, there’s rumours about a bunch of other guys. Us and TJT are just about tha only decent teams left, and even callin TJT decent is a stretch! We want ta be EWT Tag Champs, but what’s the prestige in holding titles in a dormant division? Ya need competition for title ta be worth anything. And if tha competition doesn’t come ta us, we’ll go ta it. Whether that means pullin’ a Cidal Squad an’ goin’ ta continents round tha world, or it just means diggin’ up a couple o’ tha old EWT cadavers an’ wrestlin them, so be it. Sum Guy: Well, you mention competition, I take it you’ve seen this week’s match board? Angus: No, why? Sum Guy: You’ve got a match with Rated X. Angus: Rated X? Again!? Warrior: We’ve beaten those guys before! They lost to us! Why do we need to face them again!? They only just showed up in time for our last match, they’ll probably do a runner after they wet themselves knowing they have to face us again….Dammit, I need to find an unknown daughter of Toomi’s and marry her after a whirlwind romance, ™ Extreme Warfare Revenge. Then I might have some backstage pull. Angus: *Turns to Sum Guy* Yah think I’m happy you’ve given us this news? Hardly. Get goin. *Sum Guy turns to leave, Angus pushes him through the open door before angrily turning to the camera* Angus: Michaels! Corral! We beat ya once, wasn’t that enough for ya? Ya had ta take a month out ta recover! Well this time, ya won’t be coming back. We want fresh competition, and new guys ta decimate. You 2 lost to us before. Now it’ll be 2-nil, and you won’t be able ta get up off the mat to try again. Me, Tha Warrior, we’re the next EWT World Tag Team Champions, and you guys, are the next ones about ta go out through tha exit door for tha last time. *Angus picks up his kilt, and throws it over the camera lens. We cut away to adverts*
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Post by billymack on Mar 28, 2008 23:32:15 GMT -5
We cut backstage to a shadow area & hear a not-so famaliar voice speak. ***********************************************************************
For years, I lived a lie. I lived in the shadows, hiding who I am from all. From my mother. From my father. From my sisters. From my friends. From my girlfriends. They thought I loved them all. Especially my girlfriends.
But I didn't. Not in the way they thought. Not in the way they loved me. I hid a terrible secret from them all.
All her life, my mother wanted a son to be proud of. My father wanted a son to take on fishing trips. They were proud of me. They did everything they could for me to have the ideal son. But all that time, I was ashamed of who I was...what I was. But now it is time to come clean.
I did have something in common with my father though...professional wrestling. I used to speak to my father about wrestling. I dreamt of the day I would be in the ring...the day I would hold that championship belt up high. My father told me he would be proud of me if I did that.
I'm here now dad. I'm here in Extreme Wrestlecrap Threaderation dad. I am ready to fullfill my dream. But dad, mom...I have a secret to tell you. I step into the EWT not as your son...I step into the EWT as just another...Girl Next Door.
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And a woman walks out of the shadows clad in a two-piece bikini.
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My dream has come true. The secret is out. All those years of hiding who I am & now, finally, I am who I am with the help of modern science. I'm just like the girls.
*****Cut to commercial.*****
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Post by billymack on Mar 29, 2008 22:38:41 GMT -5
Billy Mack is walking backstage as she...he...um...yeah, the person is stopped by Sum Guy.
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Sum Guy-Hi, I'm Sum Guy & I am with the newest member of the Girl Next Door Division...Billy Mack. Billy, may I say you are looking extremely gorgeous today?
Billy Mack-Why thank you Sum Guy. And may I say you are such a sweetheart?
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Sum Guy-Shucks Miss Mack, thank you. First off, welcome aboard to EWT. What brings you here?
Billy Mack-Well Sum, as I stated when I introduced myself...it has been a dream of mine. Being a champion is something my dad will be proud of. He was a wrestling fan & he raised me as a wrestling fan. It was hard for my dad to watch wrestling in a house of 3 daughters & my mom. But when I came along, they were proud to have somebody they always wanted. A son.
Sum Guy-I am always proud of the sun when it raises, too.
Billy Mack-Exactly!! When the sun rises in the morning, it sets my heart a flutter.
Sum Guy-If I may, just standing here with you...your eyes are far more prettier then the sun rise on a clear summer day.
Billy Mack-Oh Sum, that was so sweet.
Sum Guy-Say, is that a tear in your eye?
Billy Mack-Er, um....no...I just...I just have something in my eye. If you'll excuse me.
*********************************************************************** Billy Mack heads off to a backstage Family Restroom as Sum Guy stares off at her. ***********************************************************************
Sum Guy-Such a wonderful woman off to try & make her parents proud. We shall watch her go places besides the bathroom soon. I wonder who her first opponent is?
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Post by brokenrose on Mar 31, 2008 19:44:47 GMT -5
“Rose” hits the PA.Howard Finkel: Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is scheduled for one fall, and it is for the EWT Ox Division championship! Introducing first, the champion, currently residing in Osaka, Japan, weighing in at one hundred and forty-two pounds...BR JURI SADAMOTO!!! "Rose" plays across the EWT Arena one last time as the champ comes out of the crowd for the last time. Almost everybody in the crowd rises to applaud her. She brandishes a slight smile, and a tear nearly escapes her eye, but she shakes it off. She heads down the stairs with determination all in her lovely green eyes. As she high fives fans, her right arm appears to be completely tapped up.Styles: A look at Juri's face tells the story. This is it for her in EWT. Her last match. Her last hurrah. JBL: It's a shame it had to end this way, but the show must go on. And I'm glad to see that she will carry out her last match with dignity as she puts her title on the line. Styles: One can only wonder if her mind will affect her in this match. She hops over the barricade and begins to stretch as her theme continues to play. She climbs into the ring, and immediately takes her place in the far corner. She kneels down, and folds her arms, not wanting to let anything distract her. As her theme music drowns out, her fans chant "THANK YOU JURI!!!", and she is forced to hold back yet another tear."Hit Em High, Hit Em Low" hits the loudspeakersFink: And the challenger, hailing from Richmond, Virginia, he weighed in this morning at approximately two hundred and fifty-two pounds...HARDCORE HENSLEY!!! Hensley struts out from behind the curtains. He bears the exact same little devilish smirk that he did over eight months ago when he first stepped into the arena. He bops his head up and down along his course to the ring, laughing at one fan's attempt to touch him even. He slides into the ring, and stares down his opponent for a moment before hopping up on the closest turnbuckle. He throws off his hood, and raises his arms like he's already won. He repeats his taunt in another corner then removes his sweatshirt. He fakes gunning it into the crowd, and instead drops it off at the timekeeper's table. His constant mocking quickly earns him some heat, and a small chorus of jeers begins to rain down upon him. He ignores them though, and goes over to the corner opposite of Sadamoto.JBL: See, I like this guy. He knows what he wants and that is gold. He doesn't try to pander to the fans nor does he care if he's not on someone's Christmas Card list. Styles: It does look like he's pretty sure he's walking into an easy match. Either he's extremely confident or he has never seen his opponent in action. JBL: Or he just doesn't care. The referee checks each competitor for any concealed foreign objects then extends his hands out to Sadamoto. Slowly, she hands over her belt. The ref takes it over to Hensley for a fast view then goes to the center of the ring, and holds it high above his head. Both participants eye the gold carefully, Hensley actually licks his chops. Finally, the ref gives the belt to the timekeeper, and calls for the bell. DING DING DING!!!EWT Ox Division Championship Match BR Juri Sadamoto (c) vs Hardcore HensleyAt the sound of the bell, Hensley waltzes out towards Sadamoto, rolling his eyes. She shocks him with her Ro-zu Thorn though. He falls down hard, but promptly makes it back to his feet. She meets him with another though, and the process continues once more. After the trio, he doesn't get all the way up to his feet. He stays on his knees, clutching at his jaw. She doesn't let him catch his breath though, and fronts him. He looks up at her, wondering what will be next. She opens up with her Bara Bramble Special on him. The crowd "woos" after each chop. Before she can go for her next move, he rolls out of the ring. "Boos" pour in on him, but it doesn't matter. He holds his head up in his hands, gasping for air as well. Not allowing her challenger a moment's peace, she bounces off the far ropes, and comes back flipping to the outside onto him. They crash right in front of the announcer's table. While he lies in pain, she leaps up to her feet, ready to go again. The crowd pops for her as she drags him up to his feet, and tosses him inside the ring. She mounts the top rope, appearing to be trying for the TIMFA. As he turns around, she soars off with her knees up. Luckily, he manages to catch her in a sort of powerbomb position, with her knees on his shoulders. In the next split second, he slams her down on her back. THUD!!! The crowd's reaction sums it up easily.Styles: WHAT A VICIOUS POWERBOMB! We aren't even five minutes into this match! JBL: Looks like she wanted to end this match early. And that will surely backfire on the champion. Styles: Can she even stand after that? He gets up first this time, and waves his hands at her. He pulls her up into an inverted DDT position then takes her over to the corner. He jumps up to the top rope, seated, but she struggles with his grasp. She digs her nails dip into his forearms to free herself, and he lets out a loud cry. Bending backwards, she crosses her arms, and starts rubbing the side of her neck with her thumbs. He raises his brow at her just before she connects with her Blood Red Mist. The liquid blinds him, and he's barely able to stay on top. As he flails his arms in search of something to grab onto, she comes back with her Rose White. The kick is perfect, and he remains motionless until eventually sliding off into the ring. The crowd pops big again for her, and a "LETS GO JURI!!!" chant erupts.JBL: HO HO HO! Looks like Juri still has gas in her fuel tank. Styles: And some Mist as well. JBL: She should really take some Pepcid for that. She waits for him to make it back up to his feet then hooks him under her arm for a suplex. She attempts to get him up twice, but is blocked each time. On the third try though, in a true show of amazing strength, she does lift the two hundred and fifty-plus pound man over her head. However, he turns in midair, and lands on his feet right behind her. He locks her in a full Nelson, and suspends her in the air with nowhere to go. The strength difference becomes very noticeable as she struggles endlessly to free herself. He simply keeps her held tight, her feet a couple of inches off the canvas. She moves her hips to no avail for quite some time. The "LETS GO JURI!!!" chant returns, but it does no good either. As she stops stirring, the ref moves in.Styles: Could this be it for Juri? JBL: If Hensley has his way? He's probably already thinking about where he's celebrating tonight. 1...
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Her arm doesn't drop the third time, and the crowd pops. She continues to struggle, and begins her kicking her feet. One of which happens to catch him below the belt. His eyes enlarge, and his grip loosens. She falls freely to the mat as he covers his jewels in absolute pain. The ref seems to think about calling for the bell, or at least handing out a warning, but instead he does nothing. She nods with approval at the ref's decision then tends to herself.Styles: I doubt he'll be doing much celebrating tonight! JBL: She's not a master of escape for nothing, though I must say I feel for Hensley. Styles: I think we all do. They both recuperate from their respective wounds for a moment. Surprisingly, he is able to stand up. His nostrils flare, and his face turns red. When she turns around, he blows her up with a stiff clothesline. Landing on her back again, she rolls around in apparent agony. He waves his arms, and shouts out loud that that's it. He barks at the ref to move aside, and he obliges. He rolls outside of the ring, and unravels the apron. From underneath the ring, he pulls out a wooden table that the crowd pops for. He slides it into the ring then goes over to the timekeeper's table, and yanks the belt away. He brings it into the ring with him, and shoves it in the ref's face, all the while yelling at him as he sets up the table. The ref nervously gives him a nod then he chucks the belt off to his side. He pulls her by the side of her fiery red hair over to the corner. He takes her up top with him, and bends her over for another powerbomb. This time from the top rope though, and through a table! "Boos" are sent in like never before, and this time he just laughs them off. He gives the crowd a couple of fingers then hoists her up onto his shoulders. Realizing the danger she's in, she desperately pounds away at his forehead. He doesn't appear to be fazed at first, but a few shots to the temple changes all that. He tries to shake them off, but her hits are devastating. Once she has him groggy, she checks herself over her shoulder then flips backwards with a hurricanrana. She lands safely on her knees while he breaks through the table. The fans literally jump at the sight, and several chants start up. Closeups of her breathing hard in the corner, and him lie motionless in the ruins of the wood switch back and forth.JBL: ...Correct me if I'm wrong but isn't this a normal match? Styles: Somehow this match has faded away into an old ECW Rules match, and I can say I feel right at home. JBL: You would. With the ref seemingly having thrown out the rulebook, she rolls out onto the floor then limps over to the apron. She unravels the other side, and takes out an aluminum trash can. She removes the lid then sets it up right beside her. She goes back under, and grabs multiple weapons. She fills it up to the top, finishing it off with a string of barbwire. She lifts the weapon-filled can up above her head, and tosses it over the top rope. The crowd pops, and she slides in just as he is making his way to his feet. He crawls over to her, but she greets him with the lid from the trash can. It dents with ease, and he leans back. She takes out a washboard next, and literally cracks that in half over him. A Kendo stick follows, and that ends up exactly like the washboard after a few whacks. A closeup on him shows blood streaming down his face from three different cuts. A small one can even be seen on his lower back. He lies down in a drool of his own blood as she takes the rope of barbwire, and wraps it around her arm. The crowd shrieks at the sudden blood that comes from her right taped up arm. Without patience, she picks him back up to his feet, and leaves him stumbling about as she bounds off for the ropes. She comes back with her Rose Lariato that KILLS him! The crowd pops HUGE as blood descends upon the rest of his body, the upper portion of his face cut to shreds! Meanwhile, she removes the barbwire from her arm. More blood runs onto the canvas, her white tape now stained with blood. She leans on the ropes, holding her arm in dire pain. The crowd chants "THIS IS AWESOME!!!" as screen shots of the two in their own blood fill the ToomiTron.JBL: Go on. Styles: What? JBL: You know. Styles: Oh right... OH MY GOD!! JURI HAS JUST SKINNED HENSLEY'S FACE OFF! Hensley, with face now more liquid than flesh, begins to slowly rise while Juri shakes her arm one last time to get feeling again. She dashes forward to what looks to be a Running Kick, but Hensley somehow dodges out of the way. He jumps to his feet and throws his leg forward into a Super Kick as Juri turns back to face him. Her head whiplashes back as she collapses backward, a small puddle of blood forming around her arm. The audience, who has held their breath, now gasp at the viciousness of the kick. The Hardcore One falls backward as well as tries to rediscover which holes in his face he can breathe through. The referee leans in to check on him, no doubt wondering if his job will be lost after he allowed this hardcore atmosphere to occur.JBL: You know, I didn't think this one was going to be pretty when it started. Styles: Considering the people involved, I'm not surprised. JBL: It seems this has become something beyond a match. Like they are trying to out hardcore each other. Styles: In that case, all children under 23 please go to bed! JBL: ...So you're leaving too? Styles: Very funny. Hensley pushes the referee away and rises as his opponent, the Ox Division champion, rises as well. She tries to recover her wits by shaking her head but it doesn't appear that she has as Hensley begins to stalk her. He gets up close enough and goes for a punch, but Juri ducks then returns with a vicious Chop.
WOO!
She dodges another punch and goes for another chop.
WO-
Hensley grabs her hand and wrenches it then throws her up into the air. Loud screams are hear as she soars into the air. Just as she becomes close enough to him, he catches her and slams her down into a Samoan Drop. Perhaps instinctively or rather out of reflex, she sits up holding her back. Hensley slowly rises, almost pushing himself off the mat by his crimson forehead. With all his might, he slams his boot right into Juri's spine. She forcefully lurches forward, bending very harshly. Before she can even react, he spins and cracks her across the jaw with another highly stiff kick. She thuds backward on the mat. He stomps down on her stomach and does so again. And again. He receives a massive amount of boos. The referee reaches over to admonish him, but stops as Hensley silently turns to bore a hole through the man. The zebra instantly cowers away into the corner.JBL: Where do they find these brave men? Sick wards? Wimps-R-Us? Styles: Alright, you tell Hensley right now to stop. JBL: I would, but I think he's doing just fine right now. Styles: Ah huh. Hensley touches his seeping chin and eyes it deeply. His face slowly turns into a hard yet small quake of anger. He sprints to the ropes and with the momentum sprints back at Juri who has rolled over to her hands and knees. Leaping, Hensley lands squarely on the small of her back. Then continues his mad dash to the ropes to rebound off of them. Seemingly without even pressing off the mat, he pivots in the air a full flip while running. He lands a sloppy yet highly effective Standing Shooting Star Press.Styles: Did he just run up the air?! JBL: How in the hell did he just do that?! Styles: And just how hard he landed on her back... Go ahead and ask someone about twice your size to jump onto your back... THAT is what Juri is going through. JBL: The crowd should be happy they got a chance to say their goodbyes, because even if Juri wasn't leaving this match is going to end her career! Seemingly tired of leaving his lifeblood everywhere he steps, Hensley rolls Sadamoto while still hovering over her. Her face now seems devoid of motion, other than seemingly involuntary short quick breaths. Hensley screams at the referee to make the cover as he reaches a massive amount of boos yet again. The ref, perhaps eager to stop this blood bath, flops to the ground and checks both shoulders of the champion. Her once white bandage now soaked in a color not unlike her trademark fiery hair. Seeing that she's correctly pinned, the referee begins the count.Styles: Okay, I've given Juri a lot of credit. But it ends here. JBL: I can't imagine anyone kicking out of that. That's the stuff that I question even World Champions kicking out of. 1!
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3- KICK OUT!Styles: How in the world did she do that? JBL: It's beyond me. Styles: Hensley looks “shocked” as well. JBL: If by “shocked” you mean ready to rip a phone book in half, then you are probably right. Hensley looks aghast. He shifts his body and pounds into her forehead with stiff rights then stands, trying to get back his nerve. He paces around in a circle then returns, bending over her. Only to be rewarded with a punch straight to the Adam's apple. Stumbling back against the ropes, Hensley again tries to gain back his breath. Meanwhile, Juri has knipped up back to her feet. She sways her bloodied arm again and bull rushes forward, taking Hensley over the top and to the outside. She slumps back down to her butt, trying to recover as Hensley appears to be slightly out of it. The referee goes to make a one count but Juri's glare stops him.Styles: Well you can't blame the guy for trying. JBL: He's the one that is to blame for his own failures here, Joey. He allowed both of these individuals to break the rules and now they are walking all over him. Styles: I think that's what he is literally trying to avoid. The only man who's so hardcore they put it in his name begins to crawl to the apron of the ring but doesn't stop there, rather he goes under the curtain. Fully recuperated now, Juri makes back up and walks over to where Hensley lies. It appears, now that the view is back on him, that he is leaning against the apron on the ground. BR reaches through the middle ropes to grab at him but just as she does-JBL: Juri's not letting up- SLAM!Styles: I think I just saw her whole body quake! What power Hardcore Hensley has! JBL: That name isn't just to be cute, that's for sure. She falls backward into the ring by a thunderous chair shot. Immediately, Hensley scrambles up to the apron as Juri amazingly knips up!JBL: How in the world- SLAM!Styles: So much for that. Just as she does though, Hensley throws the chair right into her face. Flooring his opponent once again, Hensley drops down to ringside and begins to search for something. In a rush he checks every side until he stops and begins to eye Juri like a hungry coyote would a nice steak. It is then he shows the world what his searching rewarded him with.... A PIZZA CUTTER!Styles: PLEASE! SOMEONE GET THAT AWAY FROM HIM! JBL: I guess “Master of the Pizza Cutter” has more than one meaning. Styles: I fret for our Ox Division Champion if she or anyone else doesn't do something soon. JBL: If she is as hardcore as she makes herself out to be, she'll be fine. Styles: There's hardcore and then there's Hensley. I highly doubt she prepared herself for something like this. JBL: Then her elaborate victory celebration will be extremely poor planning. Hensley rolls back into the ring with his finisher's namesake, gripping it tightly. He slowly walks behind BR, as she has just made to her feet. Raising his free hand high in the air, he slams it right onto her scalp and wrenches her head backward by her hair. Her dazed eyes meet his. His, however, have nothing but murderous intent. The referee sees this happening and knowing he has let this match go too far, does the only thing he can do... Turn his eyes. In a slow and deliberate motion he takes his weapon, a thick blade, and drags it across the very top of her forehead. Instantly blood rushes down over her brow and fills her vision. Her eyes go cloudy as blood begins to pour into her mouth. Hensley forcefully slams her head into the mat and grins wickedly. But this quickly stops, as Juri jumps to her feet from somehow from a prone position on her stomach. Her eyes now carry a different look.Styles: ...Could this be? JBL: ...HOW DID SHE DO THAT?! Styles: ...The Murderous Princess is back! Hensley rushes forth, swing his weapon at Juri, who ducks and with all her might hits a Northern Light Suplex with a bridge. The crowd comes unglued. The referee goes for a pin.JBL: Where does she get this animalistic energy? Styles: I think she gets it from seeing her own blood. JBL: Crazy. 1!
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Hensley has won the match!Winner and NEW EWT OX Division Champion: Hardcore HensleyStyles: IT'S OVER! WE HAVE A NEW OX DIVISION CHAMPION IN HARDCORE HENSLEY! JBL: My word, what a match! His theme song roars out as Hensley rises up from the mat. None of his tan skin is visible now. The ref picks up the belt, and hands it over. Hensley grins, victory at last, and takes up the title. He hoists is above his head, and seems to mouth a prayer. He turns back to Sadamoto, who lays in her own blood. He shakes his head at her then starts to walk away, but suddenly comes back.Styles: Oh for Christ's sake, leave her alone! JBL: What more can he do? She's already dead. Hensley kneels down beside her. He stares over here for a moment then brings his fist up to his mouth. He kisses it then places it on her head. After another slow moment, he gets back up, and exits the ring.JBL: Now you see, I told you he's not entirely heartless! Styles: Not entirely, I suppose. Slowly as Hensley's music fades away, the referee tries to tend to the now former and badly bloody champion. But as he helps her to her feet, she shrugs him off and falls to a knee. Just as she stands, the crowd begins to applaud her for giving her all in her last match... Losing more blood and going farther than she ever did before. She covers her face as pink drops of liquid hit the mat. BR slowly climbs back up to her feet then is helped through the ropes by the referee. Resigned that her back is killing her too much to walk on her own, she accepts the referee's help to the back as the EMTs are no doubt waiting for her. Just as she waves one last time from the back, the Toomitron lights up... A montage of all her EWT moments play to a song done by a familiar voice. At the end of the video, the words “Goodbye Juri” show to perhaps the loudest cheers she ever has received.
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Post by invaderdave on Mar 31, 2008 21:26:29 GMT -5
Dave sits on a chair in the backstage area, while Brian stands to the side of him, locked in the horse stance, a surprisingly serious look on his face. Dave addresses the audience, but doesn't look directly into the camera.
"I like...to think I've done a lot for this company, for EWT. I don't know if its necessarily true, but I'd like to think that I have. It feels like I have. I know I've bled for this company. I know I've sweat for this company. And as god as my witness...I have shed tears for this company. Because, and...you know, there's an old adage that you can't go home again. And its true. You can't. And the reason I say that is, its just...things are really different than they were. When I was a big player here, I mean. Back when it mattered what place I took on the card. Back when everyone in the locker room knew my name.
I'm kind of ashamed of myself. I thought I'd left a big enough mark on this company that my return would create a, well...a celebration. A buzz. Talk. But no one's talking. Some Scottish kid mentioned me recently, but he doesn't know what I've done. He hasn't even seen me take the barbwire to Dorf. When I piledrove HM Myles to hell. When I could actually do a 450 Splash. I'd hoped my name meant more than that.
Its strange though. Without even a whisper, I've somehow contracted a title shot for myself and Brian. I don't know if Toomi has secretly liked me all these years, but here we are. Battling for the title that guys like...my old friends A-Bomb and Stevie wore with pride. Guys like H-Mark and Mox. The Nyrds. A belt I'd always hoped I'd have the chance to wear one day. And here's my chance. Here's my chance to wear those belts...but its also a chance to redeem myself. Not just in the eyes of fans, but in the locker room. And more importantly, redemption in my own eyes. I'm going to prove that I'm worthy of my old name. I'm going to be the name on everyone's lips again. Brian is going to prove himself as a soon to be top name.
TJT...hey, you had a hell of a run. But your time is coming, and I have no problem breaking a limb or two to get my spot on top back. You just happened to be champs at the time. I have to apologize...for what I have planned for you in our match..."
Brian stood up from his position, making a few strikes in the air, finishing by standing in the standard Muay Thai stance. He then relaxed, turning to Dave.
"Sorry, wasn't listening, were you saying something?"
"Yeah, I was saying that..."
Dave slapped Brian upside his head, and walked offscreen. Brian grumbled at being hit, and followed his partner.
"...didn't have to hit so hard..."
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Post by default on Apr 1, 2008 1:13:49 GMT -5
*A fairly thin but still muscular man with short brown hair leans with his right shoulder against the corner of a worn down boxing gym somewhere far from "The Strip" in Las Vegas. He's dressed very casually in a pair of green Zubaz and a pair of padded kick boxing boots. a wood tipped cigar hangs out of his mouth as he watches two boxers sparring. The one, an older man, seems more interested in protecting himself as the younger man practices his jabs. The old man lets out a simple "Whoa." and the younger man stops. The older man nods as the younger man climbs out of the ring. The older man stretches a bit and looks over in the corner.*
Older man: Sammy...
*The man in the corner, his eyes blankly staring in the general direction of the ring focus as he looks at the older man with greying, medium length dirty blonde hair. He leaves a puff of smoke out of the cigar before speaking*
Sammy: Yeah?
Older man: You getting in here or what?
*Sammy doesn't respond. He simply takes the cigar out of his mouth with his left hand and stares at the tip as he grinds it into the brick wall. He lets it drop to the ground, pushing himself off the wall. It's suddenly clear... his right arm ends shortly after the shoulder. Sammy walks over to the apron of the ring and hunches over, digging into his duffel bag for his left-handed boxing glove. He tucks it under his stump of an arm and shoves his first into it. Tightning up the laces on the glove as much as he can, he rolls into the ring and quickly stands up. Standing in the corner he stares across the ring at the old man as he shakes his head before motioning for him to start.*
Old Man: C'mon kid.
*Sammy takes a step out of the corner, punching his right shoulder before moving to the center of the ring. The old man raises his guard up to his face and takes a nervous breath. Sammy bounces around, juking and jiving from the left to the right with his head a bit low and his gloved fist bobbing in front of his cheeks from side to side. Staring intently into the old man's eyes he quickly snaps off a jab to the older man's ribs. The old man takes a step back and two more quick jabs come at him. The old man adjusts his guard. Sammy begins bouncing again and hops to the left. He throws a hard jab to the back of the ribs as the old man stumbles forward a step. Sammy almost instinctively throws up his right leg, but the old man blocks the shot to his chest. Sammy's leg ricochets back down as he then throws up a kick to the back of the man's head, sending him stumbling forward several steps and down to his knees. Sammy simply stands there, a cold stare in his eyes as he looks at the old man, who has made his way to the ropes, leaning on them with his left arm and holding the back of his head with his right.
Sammy: That enough, boss?
Boss: Yeah... that's enough.
*Fast Forward.*
*Sammy, now dressed in a pair of jeans and a black and white bowling shirt makes his way down a fairly busy street, puffing his cigar. A voice-over can be heard from a deep and raspy voice*
Voice: Some call me a cripple. Some call me a freak. Some call me a sad man who made a bad call. The newspapers called me a "Contender Cut Short". You can call me what you want, but if you happen to be asking what I prefer, I guess it's just Sammy Stardust... "The One Armed Bandit".
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