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Post by Hensley on Dec 15, 2007 12:35:22 GMT -5
*Marcus Trunk looks on beside the time keeper with intrigue as the Barbarian waits inside the ring.*
*"Fury of the Storm" by Shadows Fall strums up, and Hardcore Hensley makes his way down the entrance ramp rather quickly. He doesn't carry any kind of 'toys' with him this time.*
Tony Schiavone: Well, it would seem like Hensley's all business this week.
Bobby Heenan: Please, it's not like you can ever tell with this youngster.
*Hensley rolls into the ring, and, before Dave Penzer can even begin to announce the performers, rushes the Barbarian. Penzer shrugs his shoulder, and the bell rings.*
Extreme Rules Match (30-Minute Time Limit) Hardcore Hensley vs. The Barbarian
Hensley and the Barbarian trade hands in the corner until the rookie gains the advantage. He throws in some stiff kicks before hoisting the big man up top. Hensley looks over at Trunk with a cold glare then smiles. He turns back and pulls off an insane frankensteiner that plants the Barbarian. This one shakes the crowd up easily. Hensley rises to play it off before sliding it out. The fans anticipate some interaction with his rival, but Hensley only grabs a steel chair beside him. Neither catch one another's eyes, and Hensley returns to the ring. The Barbarian is up and goes for his Kick of Fear (a big boot), and Hensley holds the chair hoping for a deflection. However, the Barbarian simply kicks through the chair and levels Hensley.
Schiavone: Whoa now!
Heenan: Didn't see that one coming, huh Tony?
He drags Hensley to the center of the ring and goes for the cover, but Hensley kicks out. The Barbarian mounts him, and starts away with some stiff rights and lefts. Hensley struggles to get him off, so he just rolls him over, and starts away with his own stiff rights and lefts. It's all too much for the Barbarian to handle, and Hensley begins giving him some MMA-type elbows that are extremely stiff. Before the Barbarian can notice, blood is rolling down the front of his face. Hensley continues for another moment before leaving to grab his chair. He takes a breather, and when the Barbarian rises he tosses the chair to him. The Barbarian catches, but then eats a vicious Van Daminator! The fans leap out of their seats with joy for that maneuver!
Hensley drags his opponent away from the ropes, and removes the chair from the ring. He springboards off the middle rope and connects with a good looking lionsault. The crowd waits for a cover, but Hensley isn't finished. He jumps up to the top rope, and starts acting a little woozy.
Schiavone: I think someone's feeling froggy!
Heenan: If so, then he better leap!
Hensley scores huge with his frog splash. He sells the after effects momentarily then hooks the leg for the victory.
Winner: Hensley @ 7:42 via pinfall
*Penzer goes to announce the victor, but Trunk pushes him aside and joins Hensley in the ring. The crowd rises up in anticipation.*
Trunk: Well, I'll be damned, that was cute little performance you just put on Hensley.
*Hensley shines his patented cocky smirk.*
Hensley: Why thank you, kind sir. Yours wasn't so bad yourself.
*Trunk looks to get another word in, but out of nowhere, he gets leveled from behind by Stevie Richards. Hensley watches as Richards puts the boots to his nemesis. Hensley doesn't make much a notion to help, and he soon eats a handful of leather from Raven.*
Schiavone: What are these two doing out here?
Heenan: Honestly!
*Hensley and Trunk mount a comeback, and soon all four men are going at it!*
*Suddenly, Joey Styles jumps the barricade from behind the announce team's table. He joins them with a seat of his own, and takes a headset.*
Styles: Ladies and gentlemen, this is Joey Styles, and what you're seeing is E-C-W!!!
*Styles is so loud the fans nearby can hear him, and before long everyone knows what's coming next.*
Unsanctioned Tag Team Match Hardcore Hensley & Marcus Trunk vs. Raven & Stevie Richards
They all brawl around the EWT Arena violently. The fans eat it up, and we have to go split-camera as the action spreads to each side of the arena.
Hensley and Raven trade blows on the entrance stage while Trunk and Richards battle through the crowd on the opposite side. The veteran gains the upper hand on Hensley though, and after a kick below the belt, drops him with his Raven Effect DDT! He poses for the ECW die-hard then lifts Hensley up onto his shoulders. He makes a 'cross' symbol with him across his back before moving over to the edge. He makes the motion to do an air raid crash off the entrance stage, but Hensley will have none of it. He wakes up just in time, and manages to squeeze out of his grip. Raven turns around and starts putting the boots to him. Hensley fights to get up, and when he does, unloads on Raven with stiff kicks. Raven shows obvious pain as he grits his teeth, and Hensley shapes him up for a superkick that could send him spiraling down below. However, Raven ducks it and scores yet another low blow that even has the fans crying out in agony! Hensley collapses in pain as does Raven, who's holding his ribs following those kicks.
Richards is crying out in pain as Trunk tightens his grip on his bear hug hold. After a while, he slams Richards up against the wall. Richards rolls around in the ground grabbing at his back. Trunk shows off his power by lifting Richards from the ground up to his shoulders then planting him back with a nasty spinebuster. Some fans even look away after it! Trunk pulls him up once again, and goes over to the side of the balcony. He checks the ground, four tables have been stacked up. He grins and pulls Richards up for what appears to be a simple Samoan drop, but instead dumps down to the floor. The crowd rises up as Richards falls from the second balcony, and crashes through all four tables!
Styles: OH MY GOD!!!
Trunk slums over the guardrail, and watches the fans rush over to Richards side. The ECW die-hards egg him to get up and fight back, while the EWT fans rant and rave at him. A fight looks to break out among the fans, but some big men in black manage to calm all troubles down. Once everything is handled, Trunk motions to some select fans to place two new tables up right. They do as commanded, and afterwards pull Richards up between them.
Schiavone: Oh no, what does Trunk have in mind here?
Heenan: Tony, I don't wanna even think about what's running through that man's mind!
Trunk steps over the side of the guardrail, and tells everyone to pick up the noise. The fans stomp the feet, or jump up and down, and it's all you can hear! Then Trunk falls onto Richards below with a diving splash! Both men fold under the carnage of the wooden tables as the crowd absolutely goes ballistic!
Styles: OH MY GOD!!!
Schiavone: Oh my...
Heenan: Dear God...
Richards remains motionless, but Trunk rises up to a huge ovation. He claps it up, slaps hands, just playing with the crowd.
Meanwhile, Hensley and Raven are both back to their feet and at it again. They trade some more rights until Hensley finds himself on the edge of the entrance stage. Raven sees this before him and charges looking for the win. Hensley catches himself just in time though, and drops down. He gets Raven into a drop toehold, and watches the icon fall down onto the padding made to look like concrete below.
Styles: OH MY GOD!!!
Hensley gets up fast, but doesn't even bother to gloat with the crowd. He sets himself up, and scores a shooting star press to the ECW Alumnist below! It's all perfect.
Styles: OH MY GOD!!!
Schiavone: Will someone just put a stop to this?
Heenan: I can't watch anymore of this!
Both of the announcers leave their positions while Hensley rises up from the carnage with blood stemming off of him. He climbs back up onto the entrance ramp, and catches eyes with his opponent on the other side of the arena. Trunk stands tall on the second balcony once again, and raises a fist at Hensley. Hensley stands on the entrance stage, and returns the same motion.
Winners: Hardcore Hensley & Marcus Trunk @ 12:01 via KO
*They share their devilish grins as Jacob "Hotter Than Hell" Leonard joins Styles in the announce booth.*
Leonard: Join us again in just eight days, folks! Live on Post-Per-View, it'll be these two one on one, HARDCORE CHALLENGE MATCH!
*The camera fades out to Styles' screams, and Leonard's plugging.*
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Post by respectmeordye3 on Dec 17, 2007 14:21:40 GMT -5
Bullz-I comes out to his theme and gets into the ring as Brian Adams awaits impatiently. Bullz-I's valet then momentarily distracts the referee by "trying" to bring a chair in and as the referee deals with her Bullz-I pulls a pair of brass knucks from one of his boots and clobbers Brian in the face knocking him out cold. By the time the ref turns back around Bullz-I has pinned Adams......
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3!
Bullz-I wins!
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Post by Oak: Certified Jade Hater on Dec 20, 2007 19:52:11 GMT -5
"Rap is Crap" begins to play as Barry Windham, Kendall Windham, and Bobby Duncam Jr. make their way to the ring looking all cowboy'd out. As they make their way to the ring, "Forgive Me" by Versus The World begins to play. The West Texas Rednecks turn around to see who's coming out when they're blindsided by all 4 members of Rated X!! Chad & Mike take turns dissecting the Windhams as Jesse and Marcus attack Bobby D. Chad and Mike throw the Windhams into the ring before sliding in, not allowing them to have a second of relaxation.
DUncam is now bleeding as Marcus and Jesse continue attacking him with kicks and punches to the forehead. As Bobby tries to fight back, Jesse catches him in an STO position as Marcus hits him with an Enzu-Fury, completing the Plastic Surgery. Bobby collapses as Marcus and Jesse slide into the ring, joinign Cahd and Mike in assaulting the Windhams.
Mike takes Kendall and applies the Chicago Drive-By as Chad hoists Barry up for a spinebuster. Marcus climbs the ropes as Jesse runs at Chad, catching Barry with the "Bruce Lee Rana". Barry barely has time to register the kick before Marcus leaps off, delivering the "Air-Born & Bred". Barry's head bounces off the mat as he lays in a heap. Mike relases the Chicago Drive-By as both Windham brothers are now completely out. Chad and Mike apply the Quet Riot to Kendall as Marcus and Jesse hit the Ghetto Disaster on Barry. Kendall can't take the pain for much long and taps out furiously.
-----Ding Ding Ding!-----
As Rated X celebrate in the middle of the ring, an inebriated Dennis Rodman makes his way out, nearly tripping on Bobby Duncam Jr. Rodman manages to slide into the ring as Marcus starts to prepare for his official match. Rodman goes for a punch........
And collapses on the floor, passed out. Marcus merely shakes his head before putting his foot over the unconsciouss body of Rodman.
1..
2..
3..
It's over.
-----Ding Ding Ding!---
All 4 members of Rated X exit the ring as Rodman involuntarily throws up all over himself. The fans start throwing up at the sight of Rodman throwing up, with makes the fans at home throw up. December 20, 2007 is forever remembered as the day everyone except for the employees of EWT threw up.
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Post by thecursedone on Dec 22, 2007 0:26:44 GMT -5
Finkel: The following match is scheduled for one fall... * “Welcome to the Jungle” by Guns 'n Roses * From Asbury Park, New Jersey... Weighing in at 360 lbs... BAM BAM BIGELOW! *The legendary big man comes out from behind the curtain and walks down to the ring. He enters the ring to a sizable pop and eagerly awaits for his opponent.* Finkel: And his opponent... *The sound of thunder peals across the sound system as the lights instantly black out. A single spot light focuses the ghostly pirate standing on the middle of the top rope. He steps off to the mat, the lights blacking out again. When they come back on, Bam Bam is gone. While Ferhago is standing in the middle of the ring. He eyes the referee and then looks out into the crowd of soldiers in attendance. Dropping to one knee, Crow glares at the crowd before the lights flicker out. When they come back on, Bam Bam is back in the ring but out cold in the center. The referee has no choice but to declare the match a no contest as the soldiers boo.*
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Post by Mella Drom Attoc on Dec 22, 2007 0:31:00 GMT -5
*A glorious image appears on the screen. One that hasn't been seen in a depressingly long time. Mella Drom Attoc is lounging on a tacky gold couch, delicately chomping down on some chocolates in all of her pink nightie glory. She's transfixed by an image shimmering on the screen. She sucks down a chocolate.*
Lull: MY LOVELY DOVE, MY ONE TRUE LOVE.... I HAVE ARRIVED! AND AM READY FOR MORE LOVE 'HIVES'.
*Mella quickly flicks the remote, changing the channel to her soap opera, judging by the ridiculous 0.0 face that the man on the screen has. *
Mella: My dahling Lull! I was just watching my new episode of Evil twins and Comas....eheeh...where've you been? *Mella seems inexplicably nerved, but trying to hide it.*
Lull: WHY YOU DIDN'T HEAR?! TIM AND I HAVE PUT OUT THE REST POSES! AND NOW THEY HAVE BEEN KICKED OUT IN THE STREET ON THEIR NOSES! WE HAVE BEEN CELEBRATING FOR DAYS NOW!
*Mella looks slightly huffy.*
Mella: I wasn't invited to your partying? Dahling....I know my show's been sooo busy, but still... *She puts on a pouty face.* Lull: WHAT?! I SENT FOR YOU TO COME! DID NOT THE SERVANT COME TO GET YOU?
Mella: *disgusted noise* You know I pay no attention to that Virgil man.. It's highly unfair of -you- to forget that.. *It seems she's trying to make him feel guilty.* And rather disappointing, Lull...I thought you paid attention to me...
*Lull looks at a loss for words as he dramatically looks away from her in shame. Mella gets a slightly evil glint in her eye, before sliding off her couch. She crosses her hands over her belly button before putting on a really sad-puppy kind of face. She makes a whimpering noise.*
Mella: I thought you...'wuvved' me...
Lull: ...why I love you more than life itself, darling.
Mella: *sniveling noise, takes a glance at the television and puts on a face similar to the broken-hearted look her character has.* Lull....*whimper* *sobbing noise* You don't love me anymore!
Lull: LIES! SLANDER! DREAD THE THOUGHT! WHAT HATH COME BETWEEN US TO MAKE MY HEART ACHE SO?!
*Malicious little Mella sidles up beside him. Her big puppy dog eyes return and she peers up at him from around his side.* Mella: Dahling...
Lull: ....yes my queen?
Mella: *Flashes a brilliant little smile up at him* I forgive you.
*He beams, like his very soul has become a beckon for all to see. He wraps his arms around her, overcome with love for his girlfriend.*
Lull: WE'RE ON TOP OF THE WORLD! WE'VE BECOME THE MOST FEARED TEAM IN WET! WE'VE PUT OUT SOMEONE THE CROWD HATES IN THAT HOBBY FELLOW! WE COULD EVEN TAKE OUT THAT GOOFY PIRATE IF WE WANTED TOO!
Mella: *a very tiny eye twitch goes unnoticed by Lull.* Um..SURE. That goofy pirate! What was his name again? Crane?
Lull: WHY WHO CARES?! I COULD DO HIM IN AND SCAR THAT UGLY FACE OF HIS WITH BUT THE BACK OF MY HAND!
Mella: Awww.. why would you wanna do that? Uh.. to your hand, of course! You don't want nasty pirate particles on your spectacular digits now do you?
Lull: I WOULDN'T BE ABOVE IT! ALL THESE TRASHY FREAKS NEED TO BE WOKEN UP TO REALITY! AND WHY NOT US TO BE THE ONES TO DO IT?! WHY I COULD SMASH HIS FACE INTO THE CONCRETE FOR BEING SO HIDEOUS!
*Mella's face looks noticeably irked at this, but she shakes her head and smiles up at Lull.*
Mella: Dahling....if there wasn't ugly people, would we still be beautiful? As much as I detest them as you do...
Lull: EYE SORES THE LOT OF THEM! THEY ALL MAKE ME SICK! AND I BET, IF I WAS IN THE BRACELET WITH PARROT, I'D HAVE HIM BEGGING FOR HIS LIFE! I'D MAKE IT SO HE'D NEVER HAVE A WIFE! *He lets go to stare into his lover's face.* WOULDN'T THAT BE BEAUTIFUL?
*Mella's toothy grin shows perfect pearly whites.*
Mella: As beautiful as your rhyming, dearest!
Lull: YOU KNOW WHAT? I SHOULD DO IT!
*Mella's face changes, shifting into a picture-perfect look of concern and anxiety. She bites her lower lip and looks at Lull, her eyes nervous. A small whimper escapes from her throat.*
Lull: You look... EXCITED! SO AM I! SO I SHALL FLY RIGHT AWAY AND CHALLENGE THIS DEPP LOOKALIKE TO A MATCHSTICK AND WE SHALL SEE THE GLORY OF COMING ATTRACTION PRODUCTIONS SHINE ONCE AGAIN!
*Without a word from Mella, he dashes off to 'Oomi's' office. Mella rolls her eyes and stamps over to her couch, flipping the channel. On the screen, a taped match is being shown, one that features a particular man-beast. Mella pops a chocolate into her mouth, her eyes lingering on the screen.*
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Sigma: Current SRW Champ!
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Post by Sigma: Current SRW Champ! on Dec 23, 2007 23:17:07 GMT -5
Tony Schiavone: Ladies and Gentlemen, we have up next Sigma taking on Chris Kanyon. Sigma is probably looking forward to Seasons Beatings where he takes on Shane Malone for the Toolshed Title in a Christmas Death Match.
Jesse Ventura: If there’s one holiday that irks Sigma, it’s Christmas. Sigma pretty much hates the carolers, the festivity, the eggnog and all of that good stuff. However, Dorf made the match, and thus he must partake.
Tony Schiavone: Well, Shane Malone and Team Ireland hate the match too, but since Dorf became part-owner of EWT, it’s become all topsy-turvy. He cites “Controversy Creates Cash” as his guide, but we all know that Bischoff is full of misinformation.
Jesse Ventura: Well, I’m not going to badmouth him because he hasn’t done anything to me, except ruin my broadcasting career.
Tony Schiavone: Well, let’s go to the ring and Gary Michael Capetta.
GMC: (Bell Rings) Ladies and Gentlemen our next contest is scheduled for one fall with a 15 minute time limit.
(Who Better than Kanyon plays, crowd cheers)
Making his way to the ring, from Queens, New York. He weighs in tonight at 261lbs, Chris Kanyon.
Tony Schiavone: Chris Kanyon making his way to the ring. He should be a bit worried; however he shows no signs of it.
Jesse Ventura: Well, Kanyon has shown no fear about people. Especially those bigger and stronger then he is. Kanyon needs to use speed to beat Sigma, but I doubt it.
(Personal Jesus by Depeche Mode plays, Crowd boos)
GMC: And now approaching the ring. From Tacoma Washington, weighing in at 277 pounds, SIGMA!
Tony Schiavone: Sigma is in his ring gear, but he’s got his Z-Saber in tow. This spells disaster for anybody. Especially Shane Malone if he manages to use it on him.
Jesse Ventura: Well, unfortunately for Sigma, only Christmas Weapons are available, so he can’t use the Z-Saber, but Malone can’t use the Hurley either. So, that point becomes moot.
(Bell Rings)
Tony Schiavone: Bell Sounds and we are underway.
Kanyon decides to go for a Collar and elbow tie up, but Sigma decides to just kick him in the gut, followed up by an Evenflow DDT.
Tony Schiavone: Sigma showing no signs of prolonging this match by just kicking him in the mid-section and delivers that awesome DDT.
Jesse Ventura: He doesn’t care about Kanyon. He’s more worried about Malone at Season’s Beatings.
Sigma then lifts up Kanyon, gives him an Irish Whip to the turnbuckle and nails him with a running Knee-lift. The impact sends Kanyon to the mat. Sigma then climbs up the top rope and hits Kanyon with a shocking BME.
Tony Schiavone: Sigma, whips Kanyon to the turnbuckle and ooooh a massive knee-lift.
Jesse Ventura: You could see Kanyon’s neck just bounce right there and now Sigma’s going up top.
Tony Schiavone: He bounces to the 2nd turnbuckle, top turnbuckle and A BME! He nails Kanyon with a Best Moonsault Ever.
Jesse Ventura: Sigma isn’t just a power wrestler. If he needs to fly, he will fly.
Sigma decides to cover Kanyon.
Ref: 1……….2………….No. Two count.
Tony Schiavone: And shockingly, Kanyon gets up from that.
Jesse Ventura: Well Kanyon’s not a quitter. It takes quite a bit to get him down. A simple BME just won’t do it.
Sigma pulls up Kanyon and decides to end it here with a Sigma Suplex. He motions to the crowd and has a statement.
Sigma: Malone, this is in your future, you Irish Dullard.
Sigma then lifts Kanyon and hits a picture perfect Sigma Suplex.
Tony Schiavone: And with that verbal jab to Shane Malone, Sigma hits the Sigma Suplex.
Jesse Ventura: One turn deserves another as he puts Kanyon away.
Ref: 1………..2…………..3! (Motions for bell)
(Bell Rings)
GMC: Ladies and gentlemen, your winner, SIIIIIIGGGGGGGGGGGGMMMMAAAAAA!
(Personal Jesus hits)
Tony Schiavone: Well, Sigma didn’t have much competition there.
Jesse Ventura: Yeah, I would have expected more out of Kanyon, but he was just dominant here.
(Replay Starts)
Tony Schiavone: As you can see Sigma whips him to the turnbuckle and nails Kanyon with the Running Knee-Lift. It’s then followed up by a picture-perfect BME, like Christopher Daniels does. And finally, here is that impressive Sigma Suplex.
Jesse Ventura: NO doubt, Sigma vs. Shane Malone will be a match to remember at Season’s Beatings.
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Post by Gigantor Maximus on Dec 24, 2007 10:27:37 GMT -5
* "China White" by The Scorpions begins playing & the Toomitron goes black as white letters followed by black & white images flash across it...* Wrestling has known many giants... Giant Baba... Sid Vicious... The Undertaker... Kane... Kevin Nash... Andre The Giant... The Big Show... The Great Khali... ... But all are dwarfed by one man! GIGANTOR MAXIMUS!!! ...Coming Soon...
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Oak: Certified Jade Hater
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Post by Oak: Certified Jade Hater on Dec 25, 2007 0:50:22 GMT -5
We cut to the back as Marcus "Sty;ez" Saxton and "The Phoenix" Jesse Nunez are seen stnading outside Rated X's locker room.
Marcus: Dude, are you sure about this?
Jesse: I am. I know for a fact that this is the right thing to do.
Marcus: Alright man, go for it.
Jesse and Marcus enter the locker room where we see Chad and Mike both training. Chad is working on the puhcing bag as Mike is doing push-ups.
Jesse: Ahem.
Chad kicks the punching bag one more time as Mike hops up.
Mike: What's up Jesse?
Jesse: Guys, I've been thinking. And I've decided.....
Chad: Decided on what?
Jesse: Guys, I can't do this anymore. I mean, whille we had our little break to re-focus ourselves, I realized that this isn't the life I want to live. I want to go back home and settle down, maybe go back to school and get a degree in something. I'm sorry.
Chad and Mike sigh a bit before looking at Jesse.
Chad: And you're sure about this? I mean, you've led a pretty good career here.
Jesse: I'm certain.
Chad looks at Mike, who simply nods.
Chad: Fine. It's your decision.
Jesse: Thanks Cha-
Mike: But first, you must face off against me.
Jesse looks at Mike, who's face shows no expression.
Jesse: I... I do?
Mike: Yes.
Jesse: Why?
Chad: You have to prove that you're done with wrestling once and for all. That you are 100% determined in doing anything you want to do. In order to leave, you have to defeat Mike.
Mike: Tonight.
Jesse: Tonight?
Mike: Tonight. Think of it as a Christmas gift to you. Being able to leave and spend time with your family. Hell, I'll even pay for your plane ride so you can be with your folks.
Jesse: Alright man, see you out there.
Jesse leaves the locker room as Marcus looks to Mike.
Marcus: You sure him leaving is a good idea?
Mike: No. I've seen him when he was Chris Evans. He has the potential, and it's a shame to see it go to waste. But it is his decision, and I will not go against it.
Marcus: Alright man. I'll let you get ready for the match.
Marcus leaves the locker room as we slowly start to fade out, the camera remaining on Mike's face.
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Post by Oak: Certified Jade Hater on Dec 25, 2007 2:37:30 GMT -5
“I got a feeling there’s gonna be a riot….”
The sound of breaking glass cracks its way through the speaker system as “Six Days” by DJ Shadow and Mos Def begins to play. The catchy drum beat chimes in, with a bit of turntable scratching to add into the mix.
“At the starting of the week At summit talks you'll hear them speak It's only Monday Negotiations breaking down See those leaders start to frown It's sword and gun day
Tomorrow never comes until it's too late”
Several pyrotechnics go off and out walks Mike "The Saint" Corral, clad in his wrestling gear.
“You could be sitting taking lunch The news will hit you like a punch It's only Tuesday You never thought we'd go to war After all the things we saw It's April Fools' day…
Tomorrow never comes until it's too late”
Mike Corral starts walking down to the ring, focused on the task of defeating Jesse Nunez.
“You hear a whistling overhead Are you alive or are you dead? It's only Thursday You feel a shaking on the ground A billion candles burn around Is it your birthday?
Tomorrow never comes until it's too late, Tomorrow never comes until it's too late……”
As Corral gets to ringside, he jumps atop the mat and springboards into the ring, extending both hands out much to the admiration of the crowd. He stretches against the ropes as he awaits his competition.
Announcer: The following is scheduled for one-fall, with a 30-minute time limit! Already in the ring, hailing from San Diego, CA, weighing in at 229 lbs., Mike ''The Saint" Corral!!
"Six Days" begins to fade out as "I Devise My Own Demise" by Papa Roach begins playing over the arena sound system. Melissa Cameron appears on the stage first and then Jesse Nunez appears behind her. Jesse takes time to survey the crowd, possibly for the last time. Melissa leads the way down the ramp towards the ring. Jesse slides under the bottom rope, and holds the ropes open for Melissa. Melissa climbs into the ring and shares a kiss with Jesse. Jesse then climbs the nearest turnbuckle and looks at the crowd before flashing the "Rock on" hand sign and stepping down, locking eyes with Mike Corral.
Announcer: And his opponent, from San Juan, Puerto Rico, weighing in at 214 lbs., he is "The Phoenix" Jesse Nunez!!
Melissa exits the ring as Jesse starts to prepare for the match. Jesse suddenly launches forward! Corral actually seems slightly caught off guard by this. Jesse looks for a running forarm but Corral is able to get out of the way, He turns quickly, and gets clipped with a heel kick!
Both men are back up but Corral ends up back down on the mat with a very stiff clothesline. Corral is up fast again and this time falls because of that forarm Jesse missed on the first try. Corral is slower to his feet, but it won't stop him so soon. Jesse is off the ropes aiming for another stiff clothesline, but Corral ducks it. Jesse keeps going and comes off the ropes again and leaps into the air.... And he hits the mat hard after a side kick from Corral catches him right in the face!
Corral lifts his opponent to his feet. With a stiff right hand to the head, Corral reels back, but fires his own right hand. They hit each other a few more times before Jesse is able to get his arm up and block a blow. He lands another right hand before tossing Corral into the ropes. He leaps into the air and takes Corral down with a hurricanrana. Jesse goes for the quick cover.
1........
Corral kicks out.
Jesse is up and drives his elbow down into his opponents chest. And then goes for another cover.
1....
Corral kicks out hard this time.
Jesse is up and goes for a kick to the side of Corral, but he moves smoothly out of the way. Corral is back up to his feet and nailes Jesse in the upper leg with a hard kick, followed by another and then two more landing in the same place each time with a sharp slap. Jesse clutches his leg as he limps backwards. Jesse comes off the ropes in hopes to suprise his opponent, however Corral is ready and takes him down with his own Huricanranna with a quick cover!
1......
Jesse Kicks out!
The camera then switches to the back for some reason, as Sum Guy can be seen drinking a Pepsi.
Sum: Drink Coca-Cola!!
Toomi, the people at Coca-Cola, and the world groan as the people at Pepsi laugh their asses off.
Meanwhile, Corral and Jesse have kept up with the war. At the moment, Jesse has Corral trapped in the corner and firing more hard punches to his head. A few well placed gut shots and then another hard hand to the face leave Corral open for a big standing dropkick that bounces him right out of the corner. Jesse is back up and lands with a gut to the staggered Corral. Jesse locks him up and drives him hard into the mat. Jesse looks for another cover!
1........
2........
Corral kicks out hard agian!
Jesse doesnt give him time to do anything and goes right for one of Corral's old signature moves in a figure four! Corral is unable to kick Jesse off in time, allowing Jesse to sink it in deep. Corral's face is instantly red as he tries to ignore the pain crushing at his legs.
Jesse is also turning red as he tries to put as much pressure as he can into the hold. But the look on his face quickly changes as Corral's eyes fill with rage. He slowly pushes himself up onto his elbows, he then starts to turn to his side! Corral manages to get to his side and the pained look erases. Jesse yells out in pain before grabbing at the ropes. Corral is able to turn him just enough so that he misses the swipe!
Corral leans foward and grabs Jesse by the hair and uses that to smash him in the face with his fist. Corral then releases the hold. He uses the ropes to climb up to his feet, while Jesse tries to do the same. The combo of the leg kicks and the figure four have left him a little worse for wear. Corral stands over Jesse with a smile on his face, Jesse looks up with rage and a hint of fear. Corral ducks a suprise right hand from Jesse who then hobbles past Corral before getting caught with another hard leg kick. Jesse drops to a knee where Corral hits a low Enziguri!
Corral drags Jesse back up to his feet. Jesse takes a right hand to the head that turns him around. Corral is ready and locks in an abdominal stretch. Jesse doesnt like this and throws his right hand up to try and connect, which he doesn't. Corral releases the leg and bends Jesse back, he now drives him down to the mat with a reverse DDT! He stays on top of him and hooks the leg to go for the pin.
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Jesse gets a shoulder up!
Corral shakes his head slightly as he starts pulling Jesse up again. He whips him into the turnbuckle so forcefully that Jesse is drivin down onto his face. Corral is there to force him back to his feet and throw him into the turnbuckle again. This time its softer so he stays put.
Corral hoists Jesse to the top rope. He starts to climb up as he gets caught with a punch. Corral hangs on and drives his head into the side of Jesse’s. Corral gets to the top and pulls Jesse up as well. Corral and Jesse both slam into the mat as Corral connects with a huge Superplex! Corral slowly crawls on top of Jesse!
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Jesse barely gets his shoulders off the mat!
Corral cant beleive it but he doesn't let that stop him as he has him up to his feet again in no time. Corral pushes him back into the turnbuckle again and rattles off a few more right hands into the head.
Out of nowhere Jesse fires one back! That one punch caught Corral so off guard that he has to take a few steps back. He runs forward and catches a boot to his jaw that sends him back a few more steps. This time Jesse comes out of the corner and takes Corral down with a huge boot to the head!
Jesse falls to a knee agian as his leg proves to still be weak. While Corral seems to be out of it laying down on the mat. Jesse turns faster then expected. He pulls Corral's head up.....
Dragon Sleeper!
Jesse postures up to put more pressure on the neck. Corral flails a bit before pushing his way to his feet, thus forcing Jesse to get to his feet, though he still keeps it very locked in. With a bit more flailing it looks like Corral might be able to get out of it....But Jesse drops back down to a knee and tightens it up!
Corral seems to have slowed a bit, his arms droop down to his sides and he starts to fall limp....
CRACK!
Corral used the ground as a push point and his own neck as a pivot. And in amazing movement he drove his knee up right into the face of Jesse!
Both Corral and and Jesse both lay on the mat. One staring up into the lights while the other gasps for air. Corral drapes an arm over Jesse while he still weezes.
1........
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3.....NO!
Jesse throws an arm into the air!
Corral gets up angrily. He looks down at Jesse before dropping a leg onto his throat. Corral then hits the far ropes and then jumps over Jesse, lands on the second rope and uses it to flip himself backwards into a lionsault!
However Corral ends up gasping for air again has Jesse gets his knees up just in time to block the move!
Jesse uses this as momentum and seems to be freshly filled with energy...He quickly gets to his feet and heads up to the top rope! He faces away from Corral as he kisses his necklace and dives off with a moonsault!
Right onto Corral's knees! Corral rolls over for the cover again.
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Jesse kicks out hard!
Both men are up fast. Firing away like mad men they drill each other with hard hits to the face. Corral eventually gains an upper hand and gets a few right hands in before shoving Jesse back into the turnbuckle again.
Corral quickly makes his way up the ropes and starts pounding his opponent in the head with downward strikes. Jesse suddenly brings his arms up and lifts Corral into a powerbomb!
The look on Corral's face turns to total shock as he is walked to the middle of the ring. He seems even more supprised when he is lightly tossed into the air and caught behind him in a cross powerbomb position!
As Jesse looks to finish this off, Corral kicks at the back of his and manages to clip him in the weak leg! Corral slides down off the back of Jesse. Jesse turns fast, but not fast enough as he is bent over with a toe kick to his abdomen.
EVISCERAL LIGHTNING!!!
Corral drops his opponent with the Styles Clash Piledriver!!!
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3!
Announcer: Here is your winner, Mike Corral!!
"Six Days" begins to play as Mike lies on the mat, right hand in the air. Mike rolls over and starts to pick himself up as Chad Michaels and Marcus "Stylez" Saxton make their way down to the ring. Chad and Marcus slide into the ring and help Jesse to his feet as Mike gets to a vertical position. Jesse has regained consciousness at this point as Melissa Cameron enters the ring. Mike walks up to Jesse and offers a handshake, which Jesse accepts. Chad is the next one to offer his hand, and Jesse shakes it as well. Marcus is the last, and he too offers his hand. Jesse shakes it as well before turning it into a man-hug, showing respect to his former tag team partner. Jesse then makes his way over to Melissa as the two exit the ring together. Chad, Mike, and Marcus remain as Jesse and Melissa start to walk through the curtain, but not before Jesse acknowledges the fans who are cheering. Tears start to form in Jesse's eyes as he walks through the curtain.... for the last time.
*Commercial for Pepsi*
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Post by Hensley on Dec 25, 2007 6:42:37 GMT -5
We cut backstage to Sum Guy, who's before a green screen with his trusty mic in hand.
Sum Guy: Ladies and gentlemen, last Sunday, EWT presented it's third annual Season's Beatings on Post-Per-View. On the card, one Hardcore Hensley and the returning Marcus Trunk, did battle in an Extreme Rules match.
The crowd pops at the slight mention of the two performers.
Sum Guy: Due to our PPV provider, some of the match footage was deemed "too demonic", and they refused to air it. However, EWT Management has decided to show the entire censored pieces in this video because we know what our fans want.
The fans applaud in approval of the decision.
Sum Guy: EWT warns you that what you are about to see may, or may not, offend you, and that you should take great caution before viewing it.
We fade out then in to a shot of the Hensley/Trunk stare down that opened the contest.
Michael Cole: These fans are on the edge of their seats for this one!
JBL: They're gonna explode if they don't see some brawling here soon!
Just then "Biggest Letdown" by Crash Anthem starts up, and the duo unleash handfuls at one another. It continues to Hensley tackling Trunk then cuts to a vaulting body press being done by Hensley to the outside on Trunk. The action moves into the crowd as the couple are relentless with strikes. Suddenly, the camera flashes to them fighting on top of a second balcony within the tent. Trunk gains the upper hand, and looks to powerbomb Hensley down two stories below.
Cole: You gotta be kidding me.
JBL: There's no way this is happening.
Trunk lifts Hensley up onto his shoulders and goes for the big move, but Hensley catches the guardrail, and struggles for dear life. He pounds away at Trunk's forehead before he finally calls it quits. Still up top on his shoulders, Hensley executes a hurricanrana that sends both men tumbling down the nearby stairs. Stills are shown from the stairway of the men rolling downwards. We then go to Trunk laying flat on a table, while Hensley stands on about an eight foot platform above him. Hensley loses his footing several times, giving Trunk some much needed preparation time. Just as Hensley seems ready, Trunk grabs a nearby steel chair, and guns it up at Hensley. The throw is perfect, and Hensley gets whacked upside his head. Luckily, Hensley doesn't fall off, but simply lies dazed on the edge of the barricade. Slowly, Trunk climbs up to engage his nemesis. Hensley regains his composure though, and wins the next brief struggle thanks to his leverage advantage. Hensley hooks Trunk as if he's attempting a suplex, but instead flips himself over, and the two plummet into the few tables below.
JBL: A modified Buff Blockbuster!
Cole: Indeed, kinda makes you miss Buff Bagwell, huh JBL?
JBL: ...no.
Last, we go to Hensley lieing on a table this time just outside of the squared circle. Trunk, meanwhile, is shown climbing up a ladder in the center of the ring. Trunk takes too much time though, and Hensley finds his way onto the apron. Trunk is about midway up the ladder when Hensley hops up on the tope rope then springboards over to Trunk. He doesn't stop there though, Hensley grabs Trunk's back while still in the air, and brings him crashing down to the mat along with him. Hensley lands on his back, while Trunk's back meets Hensley's pair of knees!
Cole: A springboard Backcracker (Backstabber) off of the ladder!
JBL: Hensley's just making up new moves left and right out here!
A quick shot of the two is done before going to a recap video of the whole match done to the aforementioned song. Afterwards, we cut to inside Hensley's locker room, where "Hotter Than Hell" Jacob Leonard is seen berating him.
Leonard: I mean, what were you thinking? You lose a match that you know you should have won, one that you deserved to win, one that you NEEDED to win, and you thank the guy? What is that some kinda David Blane bullshit trick?
Hensley: No.
Leonard: You walk away from there, leaving buckets of you own flesh and blood behind, and you go ahead and thank the fans too! Are you serious?
Hensley: Yes.
Leonard: Those soldiers didn't applaud you out of your performance.
Hensley looks up at Leonard with a ghost-like face.
Leonard: They applauded you out of damn pity.
Leonard shakes his head in disgust as Hensley just leaves. The camera fades back out to the EWT Arena, following a shot of Hensley's dumbfounded face.
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Post by crauswell on Dec 25, 2007 13:08:46 GMT -5
We see Rey Mysterio Jr standing by in the ring, bouncing around back and forth, as his music plays in the background. The sound then cuts off as Flock Off begins playing, his opponent stepping out from the back slowly, to quite a few boos.
Announcer: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Parts Unknown, weighing in at 272 pounds, The Cidal Force Crauswell!
Craus quickly sprints down to the ring, sliding inside and charging immediately, OBLITERATING Mysterio with a lariat, turning him inside out! He simply reaches down, yanking him up with an arm, then unleashing another standing one, knocking Rey on his back again. The furry immediately stomps right across Rey's face harshly, as he yelps in pain. Picking him up once again, Craus then hoists him up for a powerbomb, charging and sending him into the nearest turnbuckle hard, Rey grimacing from this brutal move. He cringes, rolling along the mat, as Craus simply walks over, yanking him back up, then grabbing him by the head, unleashing a series of brutal knees to the face, before whipping him off to the other side, catching him as he comes back with a nasty Exploder, Rey hitting the mat hard, clutching further at his neck. The furry simply nods, leaping up and dropping a leg across it after, Rey however quickly rolling out of the way of it! Craus lands, growling as Mysterio clutches his neck, running off the ropes and hitting Craus with a front dropkick! The furry goes flat on his back, as Mysterio then charges, springboarding off the middle rope, going for a moonsault, only for Craus to catch him by the throat! Rey gasps, wriggling in pain, as the furry sits up, rising to his feet, then planting Rey with an unceremonious Beak Buster, hooking the leg. 1....2....
3.
Craus has dealt swiftly with Rey Mysterio Jr.
Announcer: ... Here is your winner, the Cidal Force Crauswell...
The furry suddenly heads over, snatching the microphone out of his grip, growling, then slowly heading back into the ring, as he looks around.
Craus: It was around this time, that I first made my debut. Yes, in fact, it was on New Year's Eve. I'm sure you all remember... when I came in, DESTROYED an EWT alumni, and put the fear in all of you! Ever since then, I have been on a tear, ripping apart and taking down every single furry basher that dares to stand in my path of destruction. I have defeated so many EWT competitors, it's scary. I'm not even how I'm still able to stand still in this ring. Though I now carry the banner of my fallen Cidal brothers... I also carry my own legacy as well.
The furry looks around, as the crowd boos him quite simply.
Craus: That is why I am once again going to prove my dominance in the EWT. On New Year's Day.. just like last time, I shall face competition once again. You see though, there's only one person that I will accept as an opponent... and I'll give till this time next week to answer me, if he even dares to do so. You all know him, you all fear him, and you all despise him... though we had no idea where he had been, he remerged last night at Season's Beatings, destroying another hapless fool. Well, I've become interested in this fool... and I'm officially issuing him a challenge. Ferhago Crow... I want to break you down! I've watched you ever since you walked into this place, waiting to see what move you might make. Waiting to see what fools you would vanquish. From one force of destruction to another... I'm impressed.
Craus paces around the ring a bit, as he turns to the EWT Toomitron, slowly nodding.
Craus: But you see pirate, you are still inferior to me! I am out to prove that fact... and I will do it in any way you dare challenge me to. I'll beat you by submission, I'll beat you by knock out, I'll beat you by pinfall, I'll beat you by blood stoppage, I'll even beat you so bad, you'll lose by count out just running away! If you dare to think you can prove me wrong you... apparition, then I DARE YOU TO ACCEPT MY CHALLENGE! Stop challenging comedians and singers and face the one true force in the EWT... THE CIDAL FORCE!
Thunder peals and the lights flash repeatedly, all the while a spotlight remains upon Craus. A figure appears up on the Toomitron but disappears and reappears ever other flash. The sound of cannon fire goes off as the screen shows a ghostly white ship. Suddenly, words begin to burn into the screen...
"Ye message be but foolhardy at best...
...the twilight of this year will bring...
...the fall of another EWT talent...
...ye have sealed your fate...
...and ye will never be the same...
...again."
"DE.........DEA..........DEAD.........DEA........DEAD MEN....DEAN MEN TELL NO TALES!"
The lights rise again, to have Craus standing alone in the ring. He slowly looks around, looking up at the Toomitron and simply nodding, as he exits the ring, as we fade to commercial.
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Post by bollywood on Dec 25, 2007 14:26:18 GMT -5
EWT ARENA – RINGSIDE
(Generic rock music plays in the background as two wrestlers stand in the ring. Both are blonde with one wearing red trunks with matching colored headband and arm tassels; and the other wearing light green trunks and a leather jacket. Also in the ring is EWT announcer and Justin Roberts look-a-like, Toni “TG” Garcya, who begins to make the introductions for the upcoming match)
TG: “The following tag team contest is scheduled for one fall. Currently in the ring: at a combined weight of 540 pounds… “The Rockin’ Ruskie” Biff Slamkovich… & Gunloc!”
(The two wrestlers pose to the crowd and receive a decent pop before discarding their entrance accessories. The generic rock tune fades out and it isn’t long after that “Thoda Sa Pagla” by Ashiwarya Rai begins to play and out onto the entrance stage comes “The Bollywood Big Shot” Mahavir Abha along with the lovely and equally lusty Jasmyne around his arm; both are welcomed with a huge ovation from the crowd. Wearing a warm-up suit decked out with purple, gold and sky blue glitter; and dark sunglasses, Mahavir looks over at Jasmyne, who is dressed in a beautiful purple sari with gold patterning. With a nod from Mahavir however, the smiling Jasmyne removes the dress, revealing the more flattering attire she was wearing underneath: a purple tanktop and black booty shorts with gold tassels. The crowd goes wild as Jasmyne poses for them from the stage, cameras flashing from the floor all the way up to the nose bleed seats. After giving the crowd his trademark grin and dual “thumbs up”, Mahavir offers his arm to Jasmyne—which she gladly takes—and proceeds down the aisle to the ring)
TG: “And their opponents: First—being accompanied by Jasmyne; from Mumbai, India; weighing 244 pounds… MAHAVIR ABHA!!!”
(As soon as he and Jasmyne enter the ring and pose to the cheering crowd, Mahavir asks TG for the microphone, to which the announcer obliges and exits the ring. He waits until his entrance music fades to silence before he addresses the audience)
Mahavir: “Fans of EWT—Your entertainment for this evening has arrived!”
(He pauses as the spectators reply with a cheer)
Mahavir: “Now, for those who don’t know, I am Mahavir Abha. The Bollywood Big Shot. I’ve starred in many films back in home of India; so many films that I don’t even need a filmography to show you. Ha-Ha! Suck it, IMDb, yes? Yes? Yes… that’s right! OH! And how can I not forget the love of my life. She’s exotic—and equally erotic, yes?—The beautiful, Jasmyne!”
(Lots of cat calls and whistles comes from the audience as Jasmyne gives a them a small wave before blowing a kiss to the camera and finishing it off with a wink and smile. Mahavir leans into the camera shot)
Mahavir: (to the camera) “Like what you see, yes? Now, before we get this—how does cowboy hat man say it—“knocker slobber”? Ha-ha! Sounds like something Mahavir & Jasmyne do… after dark, yes? You get Big Maha’s drift, yes? Yes, you do. Anyway, I would like to introduce you all to my tag team partner, and my friend. He will be big star soon. EWT fans: stand and clap for LIAM O’NEILL!!!”
The audience begins to cheer as “Salty Dog” by Flogging Molly begins to play; cheers that intensify as a nervous Liam O’Neill steps out onto the stage; surprisingly being accompanied by the poster girl of WWE Diva Search reject and EWT bimbo #4 (behind Candy Girl, Marisol & Jasmyne) Tiffany. As Tiffany—who has her blonde hair in pigtails w/ green ribbons, a white bikini top with green shamrocks conveniently on the breasts part of the top, and green bikini bottoms with a white shamrock on the lower right of her backside—smiles and waves back to the crowd while jumping up and down (sad and pathetic horny male audience member note: JIGGLING FACTOR), Liam seems somewhat stunned by the reaction he is getting from the crowd and is hesitant to proceed down to the ring. Just as it looks like he is about to blow off the match, Tiffany drags him back and assures him that it will be alright. They head down the aisle hand-in-hand, with Tiffany skipping and slapping the hands of the fans who have their arms reached out; while Liam walks with a slouched posture, his paranoid eyes darting all over the arena as he fearfully avoids any physical contact with the fans. He even stalls while entering the ring as it takes the motivation from Mahavir & Jasmyne to get Liam in their. Inside the ring, Mahavir raises his hand up in front of Liam for a high-five, to which Liam nervously accepts lightly. Meanwhile, Tiffany approaches Jasmyne with a grin as she extends her hand towards her for a handshake. Jasmyne accepts and gives Tiffany a surprise by pulling her close to her so that they are almost nose-to-nose. Unbeknownst of Jasmyne’s “quite” open sexuality, Tiffany giggles over the “accident” as Jasmyne smiles seductively at her. As the music dies out, Mahavir gets back on the microphone.
Mahavir: “People who like EWT wrestling—LIAM O’NEILL!”
The crowd cheers once again for Liam, who is still overcome by the unusual crowd support he rarely has received during his EWT tenure.
Mahavir: “And look, you brought your new lady friend with you: Tiffany!”
Tiffany receives a mild pop at best (largely no doubt due to the company she is with) as she stands on the bottom rope and waves to the crowd while leaning over the top. It is only seconds later though when she loses her balance and almost falls back on her rear-end. She laughs off her screw-up and pretends it was nothing while no doubt in the back, Toom E. Dangerously is banging his head repeatedly onto his desk, being stuck with a such a klutzy bimbo.
Mahavir: “WHOA! That was a close one, yes!? I hope that what she lacks in stability, she makes up for flexibility! Know what Mahavir means, yes?”
The audience laughs—as does Tiffany—at Mahavir’s joke, as the Bollywood A-Lister drapes his arm over Liam’s shoulder.
Mahavir: “Hey, Liam; give Mahavir they—uhh…how do kids say—141. Have you had—“Breakfast at Tiffany’s” yet, yes?”
Blushing red of embarrassment, Liam whips his head towards Mahavir and stares at him with his bugged out eyes. Tiffany meanwhile, laughs along with Mahavir and the crowd while doing the “Oh, you” hand gesture. Jasmyne meanwhile, checks Tiffany out from behind with a smile of approval.
Mahavir: (to Liam) “Ha-ha! Relax, friend! Mahavir is just joking. Such a kidder I am, yes? All in good fun. Now, why don’t you say hello to all of these EWT fans who have come to see you! Sounds fun, yes? Fun time, it is! Have fun!”
Before Liam knows it or can even attempt to decline, Mahavir places the microphone in his hand and gives him a friendly shove to the center of the stage. With all eyes on him, Liam brings the microphone up to his lips, than hand that holds it shaking rapidly.
Liam: (quietly into the microphone) “H-H-Hel-Hello…?”
The crowd roars in response, which frightens Liam to the point that he drops the microphone and cowers into top left ring corner. Seeing his friend in such a panic-stricken state, Mahavir is quite to hop back onto the mic.
Mahavir: “Oh… I think we scared him on that one, yes?”
He slowly approaches Liam and kneels before him while also providing enough space for Liam to have a sense of security.
Mahavir: “Liam… friend… I know you are afraid. Mahavir knows all about fear. First film role, Mahavir so nervous, that he was sweating coldly and having no bleeds. Well, that may have been due to cocaine withdrawal! Ha-ha, don’t worry! Mahavir clean since ’03! But the point is that everything is okay! These people—these fans of EWT—they don’t hate like Coach Magnum P.I., they like you. They like you like Mahavir & Jasmyne likes you! Isn’t that right, everyone?”
The acclamation from the crowd backs up Mahavir’s statement, but Liam doesn’t seem to be fully convinced.
Mahavir: “Still a little scared, yes? Hey! I know what will turn frown opposite of down.” (chanting) “Li~am, Li~am, Li~am…”
It isn’t long before Mahavir has the entire arena chanting Liam’s name, with Mahavir, Jasmyne & Tiffany clapping to the beat (well, maybe not Tiffany, who is completely off rhythm). It soon dawns upon Liam that the fans’ support is genuine and he slowly stand from the corner. The chants grow louder as Liam walks towards the center of ring where Mahavir, Jasmyne & Tiffany stand. Mahavir places a hand onto Liam’s shoulder and gives him a nod with a smile. As the chants’ fill the capacity, Liam finally gives them a nervous grin and throws his arm into the air. The crowd’s reaction is almost deafening as they give Liam’s acknowledgment a huge hurrah.
Mahavir: “That’s the Liam I want to see! You gonna be big star soon! Mahavir will see it! And big stars like gold, yes? Well, seeing that our boss—what’s his name? Too Me Dangerous Lee? Well, the one that isn’t nice and kicked out the nice boss—is having a big party with the EWT Tri-State title as reward for rumble, Mahavir has will put both our names into consideration!”
Liam looks at Mahavir with a gapped expression, though when the thought of winning the Tri-State title sinks in, his initial reaction changes to a intrigued grin.
Mahavir: “Now, talk time with microphone is over! Time to wrestle! And after that, we have cake…”
Mahavir does a quick dramatic turn and looks over his shoulder towards the camera.
Mahavir: “…and DANCE!”
Mahavir tosses the microphone aside and removes his sparkling warm-up jacket & tear-away pants, revealing the long purple tights with glittering gold stars and lettering. Afterwards, Mahavir & Liam accompany their valets to the team’s respected ring corner at the top right of the squared circle and assist the ladies on exiting the ring. As Tiffany bends down between the middle and bottom rope, Jasmyne takes the opportunity to give her a swift slap to the ass. The smack startles Tiffany and looks back at Jasmyne, who smiles and winks at her. Misunderstanding the sexual harassment as playful fun, Tiffany grins back and laughs it off, oblivious of Jasmyne’s advances. As Mahavir tries to have Liam join him on watching the girls leave the ring, the two are blindsided by Biff & Gunloc, who have just about had it with all their opponents’ stalling and have taken it upon themselves to start the match. Jasmyne & Tiffany quicken their departure from the ring and stand at ringside as the referee cues the timekeeper to start the match. As the bell rings, Biff & Gunloc continue to hammer away on Mahavir and Liam. They move their opponents to their ropes on the right side of the ring, forcing their backs against them. They Irish whip them but both Mahavir & Liam counter with Irish whips of their own, sending Slamkovich & GL to ropes on the opposite side of the ring. The four meet up at the center where Liam & Mahavir take them down with dual Japanese arm-drags. Slamkovich & Gunloc are quick to get up, but are taken down again with a pair of dropkicks from Abha & O’Neill. The blondes quickly roll out of the ring and regroup on the outside, while Mahavir and Liam share a high five in the ring to the crowd’s delight as we go to commercial break.
(Advertisement of EWT’s next PPV: Toomi’s House Party)
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Post by bollywood on Dec 25, 2007 14:26:43 GMT -5
Back at the EWT Arena, it seems order has been restored as Mahavir & Gunloc circle the ring while sizing each other up. Liam & Biff Slamkovich are seen on the ring apron next to their teams’ respected ring corner, waiting to be tagged in at any given time. Jasmyne & Tiffany meanwhile stand outside the ring for their teams’ support. Nick Russ: “And welcome back to EWT wrestling, folks. As usual, I, “The Professor” Nick Russ am joined by Jerome “The Lord” East, and we’ll be your commentators this evening as we are live at EWT Arena and the aftermath of Seasons’ Beatings are still setting in.” Jerome East: “No question about that, Nick. What a night that was: We got Joe One walking out STILL your EWT Heavyweight Champion. We got The Bad Man running off with Shane Malone’s Toolshed title, and probably the biggest surprise of the night: Ghostface STRIPPED of his EWT Tri-State title!” Russ: “And as mentioned by Mahavir Abha, at Toomi’s House Party, there will be a new EWT Tri-State Champion crowned when a winner is decided in a 20-man battle royal. A battle royal, I might add, with a catch.” Jerome: “That’s right. The two competitors will be split up into 10 tens randomly. And if one eliminated, their partner is eliminated from the match as well.” Russ: “And from the sounds of it, it looks Mahavir Abha & Liam O’Neill have shown interest in throwing their names into the hat for the House Party rumble. But right now, they need to focus on their opponents tonight: Biff Slamkovich & Gunloc.” Jerome: “Make no mistake, Russ, these two are not to be taken lightly. Both of these men compete for CWA: Capcom Wrestling Association. They were trained by wrestling great and former Mayor of Metro City, Mike Haggar. They have plenty of experience and are here in EWT to prove that they still got it.” Mahavir & Gunloc finally lock up in a grapple, both men fighting for control over the other. Gunloc is able to gain possession as he locks Mahavir into a arm wrench. Mahavir quickly escapes the hold and applies a headlock on GL. Gunloc backs himself and Mahavir against the ropes, pushing Mahavir off and sending him running to the ropes on the far side of the ring. Meeting in the center, Gunloc leap frogs over the charging “Bollywood Big Shot”. As Mahavir hits the ropes a second time, Gunloc lays down on his stomach so he can jump over him and continue his forced stride. Unfortunately, Mahavir is able hold the ropes, stopping his run. In a comical spot, he kneels down next to Gunloc and waves at his opponent when he notices his presence. The crowd laughs while Gunloc slams his fist onto the canvas and curses Mahavir for making him look like a fool. Nick: “And Mahavir, having a good time as always; this time at the expense of Gunloc.” Jerome: “Well, Gunloc has been known for his short fuse and that “drop of a hat” temper of his. If Mahavir can break his opponent mentally, it might cause Gunloc and his team the match.” The two competitors grapple again and much like before Gunloc gains the advantage and sends his opponent to the ropes via Irish whip. Mahavir hits the ropes and heads back to the center where Gunloc is waiting. The two collide shoulders with Mahavir getting the worst of it as the force knocks him onto his back. Gunloc—who was able to maintain his balance during the collision—takes the opportunity to give Mahavir a little of bit of trash-talking while his opponent is down before running to the ropes. As Gunloc springs off the cables, Mahavir rolls onto his stomach and allows Gunloc to skip over him and hit the ropes on the other side of the ring. Mahavir stands up in time to prepare himself for the charging Gunloc. While most would go for a wrestling move of some sort, Mahavir opts to hold his hand out in the “STOP” gesture, causing Gunloc to hit on the breaks. As Gunloc stares at his opponent confused, Mahavir breaks into a Bollywood-esque dance and pose for the crowd’s amusement. An irate Gunloc stomps his feet and exclaims “COME ON!”, growing frustrated over Mahavir’s comedic routines. Fed up with the antics, he charges at Mahavir and goes for a lariat. But Mahavir ducks and turns around to face Gunloc. When his opponent turns around, Mahavir dazes him with a series of snap jabs that sends Gunloc reeling backwards to the ropes. Mahavir sends him across with an Irish whip and takes him down at the center of the ring with a hip toss. Gunloc shoots back up and walks right into Mahavir who hits him with a scoop slam. Again, Gunloc gets to his feet and receives a kick to the stomach by Mahavir for his troubles, followed by a Northern Lights suplex w/ bridge for an early pin. 1… 2… Gunloc kicks out. Before Mahavir can maintain control over his opponent, the veteran Gunloc quickly scampers over to his corner and tags in Biff Slamkovich. Stepping inside the ring, Biff carelessly charges towards Mahavir, who takes him down with an arm drag that leads into a armlock applied by the “Mumbai Surprise”. While Mahavir maintains the hold for several seconds, Biff is able to get back to his feet and push Mahavir off of him, sending him to the ropes near Gunloc’s direction. As a method of payback for embarrassing him earlier in the match, Gunloc kicks Mahavir in the back as he hits the ropes. The cheap shot stuns Mahavir and he staggers blindly into a strong lariat from Biff Slamkovich. With his opponent on his back, Biff quickly covers Mahavir while hooking the leg. 1… 2… Mahavir is able to get his shoulder up in time. Slamkovich picks his opponent up to his feet. With Mahavir still groggy from the previous clothesline, Biff capitalizes as well as show off his impressive strength by lifting Mahavir into the air with a delayed vertical suplex. After holding Mahavir up for about almost 7 seconds, Biff drops back and sends himself and Mahavir to the canvas, with Mahavir getting the worst of it. Slamkovich again with the cover. 1… 2… For a second time, Mahavir is able to escape defeat by kicking out of the attempt. Biff drags Mahavir up and locks in a front headlock while walking backwards to his ring corner. While holding onto Mahavir, Slamkovich reaches back and tags in Gunloc, who enters the ring and kicks Mahavir in the stomach while Slamkovich holds him. Nick: “And there’s a sign of the experience coming into play in favor of Slamkovich and Gunloc, as they isolate Mahavir and keep them close to their corner of the ring.” As Gunloc locks Mahavir into a chinlock, we cut away from the action to the backstage area of the arena, where it appears that a certain quartet from the Emerald Isles have taken a keen interest in this match. Jerome: “And—wait a sec… Hey, check it out, Nick! Looks who’s watching the match!” Nick: “It’s Team Ireland! Led by Coach O’Hare, Aidan Donnelly, Sean McCann and current Toolshed Champion--although without position of the title at this time—Shane Malone.” Indeed, it does appear that Team Ireland has been watching this match closely via television monitor. Coach O’Hare especially, as he is seen seated closest to the monitor; a stern expression on his face. In the background, Aidan and Sean are seen watching and conversing over the action they are witnessing, while Shane stand tall with his arms folded over his chest and his face more steely than ever—no doubt bitter over The Bad Man stealing his Toolshed title. Nick: “It only seems that Coach O’Hare is somewhat obsessed with this secret that Liam O’Neill; a secret that apparently only Mahavir knows.” Jerome: “Oh, it must be eating him up inside thinking about what this secret is. Mahavir keeps on saying that Liam has this potential to become a huge star and just imagine how much of a fool O’Hare would if the wrestler who he said was of no use to Team Ireland turned out to be the big star that Mahavir foretells. And the answer to that question comes in the form of a single VHS Tape—a tape from Liam’s past; a tape in possession of Mahavir Abha.” Nick: “Well, whatever is in that tape, it definitely has Liam on his toes. I tried asking him about and he ran away from me and locked himself in the storage room for 45 minutes.” Jerome: “Oh man, the possibilities are endless on what footage in on that tape! We may never know, but I think O’Hare will do anything to get his hands on that footage to see what “potential” Liam has.” Inside the ring, Gunloc continues to apply pressure on the chinlock he has on Mahavir. Just when things look bleek, Liam actually begins to lead the crowd to get behind Mahavir, clapping for his tag partner to keep on fighting. Nick: “A-And look at this! When was the last time we saw Liam feed off the crowd like this!?” Jerome: “Not since those concussions he got from Mysth last year which he resulted into believing he was wrestler who wore tie-dye tights and feather boas that will remain nameless due to copyright reasons… brother.” The audience begin to clap in unison with Liam while Jasmyne and Tiffany smack the ring canvas along with the beat. It seems to light a fire in Mahavir, as he begins to get back to his feet while still locked into Gunloc’s hold. Mahavir elbows his opponent into the stomach, dazing the veteran athlete. Two more shots to the area stuns Gunloc enough for him to release his hold on Mahavir. Mahavir makes a dash for the ropes and tries to catch with a charging attack. Unfortunately, Gunloc recovers and catches Mahavir with a high knee, knocking Mahavir back down to the canvas. The attack pretty much axes the crowd’s rally and as Liam appears to be disheartened by it, he drops his guard long enough for Gunloc to catch him with an cheap elbow shot to the face that knocks Liam off the apron. Discouragement turns to rage as a fiery Liam charges back into the ring to get back at Gunloc for the cheap shop, only to be barred entrance from the referee. While the ref and Liam argue, Biff Slamkovich enters the ring and joins Gunloc with his assault on Mahavir, finishing off their onslaught with a dual spinebuster. Realizing that his presence in the ring is causing more harm than good, a frustrated—mostly at himself—Liam returns to his spot on the apron. Just as the referee turn his focus back on the action, Colt exchanges spots with his partner and assures the referee that they made the tag. Biff covers Mahavir again, hoping that the third time is the charm. 1… 2… Mahavir kicks out again. Biff is quick to keep the match in his team’s advantage, picking Mahavir up and hitting him with a backbreaker. He follows that up with a elbow drop perfectly placed across Mahavir’s throat and another pin attempt. 1… 2… Again, Mahavir refuses to give up. He begins to prove that by hitting a couple of rights to Biff’s jaw as he was being dragged up to his feet. Biff appears to be stunned from Mahavir’s attack, and the “Big Shot” runs to the ropes to take him down for good, only to be taken down himself by a rolling wheel kick from Biff that catches Mahavir in the face. Still feeling the effects from the Mahavir’s punches, Biff tags in Gunloc. The Miami native picks Mahavir up, only to send back on the matt with a high angle body slam in the middle of the ring. In an act of cockiness, Gunloc neglects to cover his fallen opponent and opts to take things to the top turnbuckle at the top right ring corner. Scaling to the top rope, Gunloc looks down at the torpid Mahavir Abha before exclaiming “It’s over!” to the crowd. He leaps towards the center of the ring where Mahavir is laid out and aims to hit with a flying headbutt. The only thing he hits however, is the ring canvas as Mahavir is able to roll out of the way at the last second. Both men begin to stir and the audience stand up to their feet as Mahavir begins to crawl towards Liam, who has his arm reached out towards his tag partner in hopes to get tagged in himself. Gunloc on the other, is able to shake off the daze from his failed aerial attack and makes a dash towards Mahavir to prevent him from tagging in the fresh Liam. He arrives too late; as soon as Mahavir slaps the hand of his tag partner, Liam enters the ring and begins to hit Gunloc with a series of rights that knock the bigger athlete into a stupor. The crowd is fully behind the EWT faces as Liam heads to the ropes and takes Gunloc down with a flying lariat. As Liam stands, he sees Biff Slamkovich attempting to enter the ring; Liam denies that with a dropkick that knocks Biff off the ring apron. Liam shifts his focus back to Gunloc, who struggles back to his feet. Liam darts towards him and connects with a beautiful swinging neckbreaker. Liam goes for the pin. 1… 2… No! Biff Slamkovich is able break the pin before the ref’s hand could hit the mat a third time. As Biff goes to pick the temporary stunned Liam up, he is attacked by a rejuvenated Mahavir, who lands a couple of haymakers that are enough to send the Russian reeling into the bottom right ring corner. As Mahavir begins to work away on Biff, Liam forces Gunloc into the top left ring corner and continues his attack from their. Both men look over their shoulder and nod to each other. They run towards the center of the ring and do a little Irish jig (think that square dance move Finlay and Hornswoggle do) before running towards their respected opponent and hitting them with a high impact attack; Liam with a Stinger Splash on Gunloc and Mahavir with a Maha-Kick on Biff. Slamkovich staggers out of the corner, using the top rope to support himself. Mahavir calls Liam over and the duo clothesline Biff out of the ring. With Biff out of the picture, the pair turn their attention towards Gunloc, who much like his partner walks out of the corner in a complete daze. Mahavir and Liam nod towards each other and bolt into the direction of Gunloc, hitting the big man with dual running complete shots! Nick: “Wow! What a maneuver that was!” Jerome: “That must be their finisher Mahavir was telling me about earlier. They call it “Curry & Taters”.” Liam rolls Gunloc over onto his back and covers him while Mahavir stands guard, just in case Slamkovich were to recover long enough to break up the pin. 1… 2… 3!!! The bell ring and the audience is jubilant over the outcome of the match, as are Jasmyne & Tiffany, who celebrate by giving each other a friendly hug, which enables Jasmyne to give a Tiffany a “more than friendly” ass squeeze. Tiffany however, is so excited about the win (and being a complete idiot) to notice or care about the grope as the two enter the ring to celebrate. TG: “Here are your winners: Mahavir Abha & Liam O’Neill!!! Nick: “Hey! They won the match! How about that!” Jerome: “They looked pretty good out there for their first match together! I’d say the tag team division just got a lot more interesting.” The referee raises the arms of Mahavir and Liam, before the victors are congratulated by their female friends. While Tiffany gives Liam a hug and peck on the cheek, Jasmyne wraps her legs around Mahavir’s waist and the Bollywood couple proceed to make out like drunken college students. After the make-out session with Jasmyne, Mahavir gets back on the microphone and leads another “Liam” chant with the crowd. Excited by the victory and the support from the crowd, Liam poses on the top turnbuckle for the crowd, a wide smile plastered on his face. Meanwhile, backstage, Coach O’Hare sits, completely shocked on what he just watched. This wasn’t the Liam that he knew; the Liam that wasn’t good enough for Team Ireland—this was a completely different Liam O’Neill. Even his ex-teammates from Team Ireland were impressed, as they discussed (well, Aidan & Sean really; Shane just nodded in agreement). Their discussion is cut short after a glare from O’Hare, who afterwards holds him head in frustration and his curiosity regarding the contents on that mysterious tape will Liam’s secret intensifying to a whole new level.
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Post by Marcus Trunk on Dec 28, 2007 19:36:03 GMT -5
Lean Gene Cummerbund is standing in a hospital hallway.
Lean Gene: You find me in a local hospital, one week after Season's Beatings and the epic hardcore match between Marcus Trunk and Hardcore Hensley. Both of them took a terrible beating, and Trunk has taken some time in the hospital to recuperate and recover. He suffered multiple cuts and gashes, puncture wounds, and some burns, but knowing Marcus Trunk, he'll be back on his feet soon enough to compete in EWT. Let's see how he's doing.
Lean Gene enters Marcus Trunk's room. Trunk is awake and sitting up in his bed.
Lean Gene: Marcus Trunk, here you are, in bed recovering from your match at Season's Beatings, and I have to ask you, what are your thoughts on that match, and how are you feeling now?
Trunk: The match at Season's Beatings was one of the toughest that I've ever endured, and I give Hardcore Hensley all the credit in the world for taking me to the limit. EWT management suggested I stay here for a little while so I can recover. But I assure you, I'll be out of this bed sooner than you think and training to the peak of my ability.
Lean Gene: What are your future plans? What's next for Marcus Trunk?
Trunk: To be honest, I don't know. I'm just going to go wherever the EWT takes me. All I know is that I'm going to work as hard as I can to earn a spot at the top of this company, and if my ability is recognized by EWT management, then only good things can happen. Believe me, I'm not going away any time soon.
Lean Gene: Thank you for your time, Marcus Trunk. Let's send it back to the EWT Arena.
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Post by respectmeordye3 on Dec 29, 2007 21:46:03 GMT -5
Bullz-I and Callie Shaw are stopped in the back by a newbie interviewer who holds the mic up to Bullz-I's face before questioning him.
"Bullz-I, I'm Lucky Flintlock and I wanted to ask you--why did you feel the need to cheat and use brass knuckles on Brian Adams in your debut match?"
Without a word, Bullz-I grabs Lucky by the front of his shirt, raises him above his head, and then lawn-darts him through the set behind them causing there to be a huge gaping hole in the middle of it. Lucky groans in pain and then blinks just in time to see Callie drive a steel-toed boot into his groin.
Bullz-I laughs--"Guess you ain't so Lucky after all are ya?"
A moment later Bullz-I and his valet walk away leaving Lucky Flintlock in a crumpled heap of pain on the floor.
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Post by Hensley on Dec 30, 2007 21:24:02 GMT -5
We fade out from the EWT Arena to a shot of Sum Guy backstage. Standing beside him, Hardcore Hensley.
Sum Guy: Folks I'm joined now by Hardcore Hensley. Hensley, it's been a week since your bout with Marcus Trunk, how are you feeling?
Hensley: Well, I gotta be honest with you, I went into Season's Beatings with the feeling that I was gonna be victorious. I believed that when the night was over, I would finally have obtained my first PPV win, but that wasn't the case.
Sum Guy: Now Hensley you did put up a valiant effort, it just didn't seem to be your night.
Hensley: A valiant effort?
Hensley chuckles to himself.
Hensley: My effort was nothing. Call it what you want, no matter how you view it, I walked into that ring a loser, and I walked away from it a loser.
Hensley's words silenced the interviewer abruptly.
Hensley: Of course, I'M STILL NOT DONE!
Sum Guy's eyes enlarge at Hensley's explosiveness.
Hensley: At House Party, the Tri-State title is on the line, and I'll be damned if I'm gonna let anyone else halt my progression!
Hensley yanks the microphone right out of Sum Guy's grasp then gets face to face with the camera.
Hensley: Whoever my partner is, he best show up in top-tier condition because there is surely noway I'm allowing this coveted opportunity to slip through my finger tips! Too long have I waited in the back of the line here in EWT! My performance at Season's Beatings cemented my name into more than half of the guys in the back!
Hensley slides backwards, and hands Sum Guy his mic back in a calm manner.
Hensley: And after House Party, everyone in EWT will know the name, Hardcore Hensley.
Hensley gives the screen one last stare down before making his exit.
Sum Guy: There you have it, Hardcore Hensley takes his second chance at EWT gold in the fourth edition of House Party! And I must say, he's looking a helluva lot more focused than he did the first time.
We fade back out to the rowdy fans crowding the EWT Arena.
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Post by brokenrose on Dec 31, 2007 3:06:09 GMT -5
*Back from commercial, the camera fades into to see Synthy staring angrily at her tv as she's laying down on her couch. One could say she's been 'wrapped' up to look like cocoon and one could also say she looks like she wants to kill something.*
"I just ordered us some take ou... AWW! You have the cutest pissed face."
Synthy: I friggin hate everything 'bout this moment, Sada.
*BR Juri Sadamoto limps into view, dressed in her plain clothes and beanie.*
Juri: I know. But that's doctors for you. Just lay back and rest. I know you need it.
Syn: Screw the damn doctors! Remember a few months back when they said I had that freaky-ass blood disease?! That turned out to be fake... I'm well enough to wrestle, damnit...
*Her eyes shoot daggers at the screen.*
Juri: *She quickly grabs Synthy's rib region* In a match I could focus on this and break it completely. And I love you. Imagine what someone that doesn't would do.
*Synthy sucks in a deep breath when Juri touches her ribs.*
Syn: Doesn't matter. I'd kill them even with a damned broken rib..... *It's apparent the house-arrest set by the doctors is immensely aggravating, resulting in some pent up frustration. Sh twitches even after Juri lets go of her broken ribs. With her hand, she brushes Synthy's hair out of her face then sits down on the table next to her.*
Juri: One broken rib ain't all your problems. And judging by the way you just froze... Even Tiffany could do you in right now.
Syn: I could kill her even in a coma.
*Her hands clutch the black remote control, modified with silver sparkle paint, so tightly her knuckles turn paler then milk. Her eyes swim for a second, but she refocuses.*
Juri: This is me here. No macho playing. I know what it means to go through this. And... I'm lucky to have survived against Karma as well as I did. I never went as far as you did.... *She stands up, wincing herself* Enough of this convincing, you know you're in bad shape
Synthy: ....Well, it ain't good....
Juri: Thank you, Ma'am
Synthy: But that doesn't mean a damn thing. *Syn attempts to shrug over, but flinches and sits back up, ramrod straight.*
Juri: A lesser person would be hurt by your front right now, but I know you really don't like showing weakness.
Synthy: Shudduuup!
*Synthy actually groans this, letting loose a side seen rarely.*
Juri: *Childish* You!
*Synthy looks irked with her best friend, and lets her cocoon wrapping fall off. Revealed is a black tank with a teddy bear design, taped ribs, and jeans. Her eyes look similar to.. >_> *
Juri: Don't give me that! That's the same look you had that one times you then asked about that German chick in WH-
*THWACK. Seems apparent that Syn grasped a hold of a pillow and smacked it directly into Juri's face.*
Juri: ... *She remains silent as the pillow is still in her face. She pulls it away to reveal that she's trying hard not to laugh.*
Syn: Guh. You suck, woman.
Juri: I love you too.
Syn: Love is a four-letter word, thusly... Stop. Cursing!
Juri: Coming from you, that's all sorts of funny.
Syn: Screw off. ._.
Juri: Alright. Alright. Sorry. It's just... I don't like see you all down and depressed. I like cocky, "I'm gonna beat you up then drink a Pepsi" Syn.
Syn: If you're not careful, then I -am- gonna beat you up and drink a Pepsi.
*She pulls back the pillow and aims it, as if to further her point.*
Juri: *Mock fear* I'll be good! Just please, put the international object down!
Synthy: *She places it placidly on her lap, before sighing.* Damnit, Juri! I'm so friggin' wired, all I've done was sleep this past week, excepting Christmas....
Juri: Well... That was a fun Christmas. By the way, thanks for telling me that Tristan has his own bowl of Egg Nog. I just woke up from the effects yesterday.
Synthy: You didn't know that Tristan drank some hardcore crap, didja? After all..it did YOU, of all people, in.
Juri: Don't remind me. I just told you it put me in a coma.
Synthy: You should have known Tristan drinks anything alcoholic. He's worse then you after you've seen that Ax-dude.
Juri: ..... *Poking Synthy's head* So... Did you like what I got you?
*Synthy looks minorly confused at this, looking scarily like a certain raver girl in WHOA for a split instance, before looking at Juri with an eyebrow raised.*
Syn: Wha?
Juri: Wha Wha?
*Synthy goes cross eyed for a second.*
Syn: Yuh...whut? What'd you get me? And no stabbing the head please...concussed. >>
Juri: No stabbing the heart with reminders either. *She stares off to the side.* Well, you were so hopped up on pain meds... Straight Edge my butt... So I waited until you were actually here with me. BUT I can't wait anymore, so I'll have to settle for what I have in front of me right now.
*She flashes a grin at Synthy.*
Synthy: *Sends a glare toward Juri.* I've not touched the pain meds, you japrish alcoholic.... And what do you mean? Lexi's glowsticks are in front of you right now.
Juri: They are pretty.... *Shakes her head* I mean you! Your grumpy condition! I wanted to wait until you were back completely to appreciate it. But I can't wait anymore and you need some cheering up.
Syn: I have no grumpiness inside me. Just built-up frustration, aggravation, and a peculiar appetite for the macabre.
Juri: Same difference.
Synthy: -.-
Juri: Be right back! Don't go any..... *See's the pillow primed* Yeah... I'll be right...back.
*Synthy glares at the heater as it kicks on, leaving her on the couch, alone, and starting to melt.*
Syn: ...Stupid broken apartment complex...
*Juri painfully winces as she turns and walks toward the room where her overnight bag is. Each step shows her having pain.*
"....HEY! MY BAG'S BEEN LOOKED THROUGH!"
*Synthy calls out to her.*
Syn: Dude. Lexi. Tristan. Need I really say more?
"...I have underwear missing..."
Syn: *Synthy's eyes go huge* Oh come on! Triste ain't THAT big of a creep..
"What?"
*Synthy shakes her head, and stands up. A hand clutches at her ribs as she walks to the doorway where Juri's at.*
Syn: Juri...why would your underwear be missing? Are you sure you remembered to bring any?
Juri: WHAT ARE YOU DOING STANDING UP?! *She rushes to Synthy, hobbling over.* You could fall or something!
Synthy: By the looks of things, you're in worse shape then I. And if I fall over, I'll just crawl back to my feet. ><; It is NOT.. that bad.
Juri: ...You don't have to get defensive that you're feeling bad. *Indignant* And I happen to be in the best of health, thank you very much. *She stomps with her right leg to show her and then whimpers softly.* Sssseeee? I'm fine.
Synthy: Mein gott in himmel. We're f***in' pathetic.
Juri: Pathetic together! *^.^*
Synthy: .... I reserve my right to comment.
Juri: As always. But I reserve the right to call you to the stand later in the trial.
Synthy: ... I didn't know we were gonna roleplay, Juri.
*She casts a completely playful smirk toward the now blushing woman.*
Juri: ...I..uh.... *T.T* ...you know I hate when you do that.
Synthy: What? Just because I won't get you that damn maid uniform.....
Juri: GAH!
*Syn lets out a minor burst of laughter escape before going back to a rather serious expression. And for a split second in the background, a white mohawk can be seen, before pulling back into a bed room and closing the door... Synthy rolls her eyes, before holding a hand up to Juri.*
Syn: If you tell me whatever it was that you were looking for, I'll let you have the whipped cream tonight....
*Her sly smirk hasn't completely dissipated.*
Juri: EEE! STOP! *Her face now almost matching her hair color.*
Synthy: Fine... I just like playin' with you.
Juri: I know... But you do it way too convincingly.
*Now Synthy's eyes go huge.*
Syn: Liar..
Juri: Why, Syn, I'd imagine you just made a million little boys go through puberty with that talk.
Synthy: If those million little boys ever have an idea of dreaming of me, I'll turn them into women.
Juri: More evidence.
Synthy: Of what exactly?
Juri: OH NOTHING.
Synthy: *Flicks Juri on the shoulder* Oh nothing..what?
Juri: Hey! Present! I'll going looking for it.
*Synthy's eyes narrow.*
Syn: I am not a lesbian!
Juri: What?! Who said that?
Syn: You implied it!
Juri: Honestly, Syn. To think I would do that... If I thought that... Would I always be so touchy-feely with you if I thought that?
Synthy: Are you saying you're a lesbian discriminate? Juri, I thought you had a more open mind.
*Takes a step away from her, sighing dutifully mournfully.*
Juri: No. I just wouldn't want someone to get the wrong idea if they were. I think you noticed, to the people I'm close to... I'm a very clingy person.
Synthy: *For a moment, Synthy seems to be thinking, alone in her own world just for the second..* I don't see why you're clingy. Clinginess attracts static, not to mention most people smell bad.
Juri: You smell wonderful, by the way.
Synthy: I smell like hair dye, at the moment. Did you not notice the refreshed color?
Juri: Yes. *She runs a hand through Synthy's hair* It always looks so pretty.
Synthy: And I'm the closet case? My hair is a rat's nest of vibrant color. That's it. Go look at Madison's if you want pretty, or a mirror.
Juri: *Eye to eye with Synthy* When will you learn I don't lie to you?
Syn: *Synthy crosses her arms* Maybe you don't lie...but I am still inclined to not believe you.
Juri: One of these days... *Blushing again.* AH! You're breathing on my neck. *She shudders and stumbles back to her bag. She catches a stare from Synthy.* I... I... It's a... I always get fuzzy when someone breathes there. Makes it hard to think.
Synthy: There are SO many things I could respond with... but I can save it as evidence for our 'trial' later.
*She sends Juri a wink, teasing.*
Juri: *Looking up at Synthy with big eyes.* You won't tell anyone... will you?
Synthy: Mein gott, Juri. You're a total submissive right now! But..I won't.
Juri: *Relaxing* I know... I know... I think I need to start wearing chokers or turtlenecks.
*Synthy holds up a palm.*
Syn: Stay here for a sec.
*Synthy commences to hobbling into her room, and things can be heard being thrown about, until she reemerges with something her hands. Turns out, it's an old Victorian-style lace choker with a pale pink cameo of a woman set onto the front.*
Syn: You, wear this.
Juri: ...Okay. *She takes it from Synthy and places it on her neck. She fastens it then smiles at Synthy.* What do you think?
Synthy: Bitchin'. Don't lose that damn thing. It's the only thing this family's ever kept for decades.
Juri: What?! No, I can't...
Syn: Keep it, Sada.
Juri: Thank you... I'll hold it dear like everything else you gave me... Well, I wanna give you my gift... *She digs through her bag and finally finds a medium sized box. She hobbles over and hands it to Synthy.* I hope you like it... *She pauses.* I had it made special..
*Synthy looks mildly disturbed, to be truthful.*
Syn: ..........I...
*She drops off into silence.*
Juri: ...You don't like it?
*Synthy has yet to open it. She's staring at it with a blank look.*
Syn: You sure you wanna give me something?
Juri: No. I don't. I just want to blow money on a gift that I'm going tease you with then take the box away and laugh.
*Synthy takes a deep breath, and rips into the box. When she finally gets it open to a decent level, her eyes go very wide, and she pulls it out immediately sticking it on her head.*
Syn: F***in'...fabulous!
*She pats the fedora now placed on her head. A very beautifully etched fuchsia rose adorns it.*
Juri: ... *She's happily awaiting Synthy to say something to her*
*Syn says nothing, instead slamming her down with a tackle hug that makes them both cringe from the impact, and the injuries.*
Juri: If I could feel anything other than pain... It'd be love and appreciation... But I just feel pain. *She hugs Synthy back.*
*Synthy immediately squirms away, realizing just how much affection she's shown. She smiles happily for a brief instant, before cringing terribly from her ribs.*
Syn: F....***.
Juri: *Wincing as she stands.* Now, let's get you back to your couch.
Synthy: I adamantly refuse. If I stand up, I'm walking outside. The heater in here is busted, the water's been running rusty, Tristan's being a he-bitch because of his girl issues, Lexi's stalking some dude from WHOA, and I am losing my motherf***ing mind. *Synthy looks close to tears as she finishes this.* I kinda wanna go back to Germany for a little while.
Juri: Who's the guy in WHOA? I could kill him for you while I'm there.
Synthy: Nah, I'm of the impression she needs a boyfriend. It's Tristan that gets upset bout things like that......
*She shrugs, and stares at a postcard that's pasted on the wall above her head.*
Juri: You know... That food I ordered is going to get cold if we don't get it.
Synthy: Not really hungry. Besides... I have to plan Tristan's birthday party tomorrow.
Juri: Well DAMN.
Synthy: Yup. He's going to be.. 23 now.
Juri: And that soba in Japan that is coming to my house is going to be there for nothing... And I wasted money on two tickets...
Synthy: ........I'm glad all his stuff's already bought, those concert tickets.. wait. What?
Juri: Check the inside of your hat.
*Synthy pulls it off and blinks. She pulls out two ticket from the fuchsia interior, before her face falls into a openmouthed O.*
Syn: You didn't.
Juri: *Smirk* I did. You need to get out of here, right?
Syn: .....You...did...not......
Juri: Yes, I did.
Synthy:..... Wh......Damn. I should kill you for being so damned.. ...
Juri: I think I deserve the rest of sentence.
Synthy: Lovable.
Juri: *Beaming* Let's go.
Synthy: Tristan's birthday's tomorrow..
Juri: I'll give him my phone number.
Synthy: *Smiles at her* Yeah.. do so. That'll make him hap- not worry about me. I'll make it up to him.
Juri: I'm sure he'll understand. Now we got to get you on that plane.
Synthy: .. Can I pack some clothes first? I really don't want to leave in a teddy bear tank and jeans....
Juri: Sure.... AND THEN WE GET YOU ON THAT PLANE! *She halts Synthy* But first, one last present.
Synthy: Oh gods, Juri! Haven't I got enough ...love .. today?!
Juri: Not yet. This one is small yet meaningful... *She pulls a shiny object from her pocket.* You'll need this to get into my house... Since I'm not going just yet.
Synthy:....*Her eyes are the widest yet.* Why do you... l... l... uff me?
Juri: Because. And that's all I'm saying.
Synthy: *Synthy snatches it, looks at it closely.* You're not gonna send me to some hostel, are you?
Juri: Is my hovel a hostel? That key's yours to keep, by the way.
Synthy: *If this wasn't Synthy, there'd be a tear or two, but considering it is, Eris just stands straighter and holds the key tightly in the palm of her hand, careful of her emotions.* .........................Thank you..
Juri: Thank you. *She goes to hug Synthy but remembering the ribs stops. Instead, she pecks Synthy on the cheek for replaced affection.* Thank you for forgiving me.
Synthy: We're both bullheaded bitches. If we weren't, we'd probably both loathe each other.
Juri: I think we'd like each other better. Or at least be less touchy at times.
Synthy: You like being touchy with me. *She deadpans*
Juri: It's a curse. *She glazes mockly* Your form is just too beautiful... TAKE ME NOW!
*A door swings open as both Synthy and Juri turn. Both of the women have a pale red flush into their cheeks. The door had slammed open right when Synthy made a faux play for Juri's face.*
Juri: ...hi Tristan...
Synthy: ... You lummox.....
*If any EWT viewers are unfamiliar with this particular 'lummox', he would be Synthy's brother. A 6'6, 7'6 counting the snow-white mohawk, big bastard of a punk rocker who digs chicks and tends to dump them at the end of the week. Tristan gives a nod to Synthy, before looking at Juri, raising an eyebrow and flashing her a 'Hey babe'.. look. He doesn't speak.*
Juri: ...We.....were just playing around....and.....Let's go into your room Synthy to pac- UH....I mean............. *She looks to Synthy* ...help?
Syn: *Synthy scrambles away, and lunges toward Tristan.* No ideas, you drunken lummox. Listen Triste, since you're planning on going on that band's tour with that Lullabelle chick this weekend.. I'm going to go away a little while too. I need to get out of here, you understand that. I'm leaving tonight, BUT.. At noon tomorrow your cake should be here, alongside dad's annual card... my present to you will be hidden with Lexi. So, Trist, you understand?
*Tristan slowly nods, understanding perfectly. He pats Synthy on the head, and looks at Juri with a grin.*
Synthy: And she's giving you her number....
*Tristan now beams, yikes, at Juri.*
Juri: Just in case you need to call her while she's away, of course.
*Tristan gives her a ..'Yeah..sure'.. look.*
Juri: Well, Syn... We got to hurry you to the plane. I still have my match with Chavo.
*Synthy freezes for a second, before slowly turning to look at Juri with her head tilted.*
Syn: Something is wrong with that sentence...ah. Why the hell are you cleared to wrestle?!
Juri: *Innocent* Why I need to get a check up, but my doctor's in Japan. So I'm doing a scheduled match then I'm going to go see him to see if I can wrestle.
Synthy: Iche hasse dich.
Juri: .... *^^;*
Synthy: You lie.
Juri: Hmm?
Synthy: *She pokes Juri in the forehead* Ju...riii.......
Juri: I'll be fine!
Synthy: *pokes her in the ribs.*
Juri: I'm not hurt there.
Synthy: *Flicks her on the head, hard.* You goof. Did you not notice that frickin hole in your shirt?
Juri: Huh? Hole? *She looks down*
Synthy: *palms her in the forehead* You are -not- gonna wrestle! I don't want you even more injured then you already are!
Juri: It's Chavo! Come on. I'll be fine. I am not going to duck challengers like the champion before me.
Synthy: -.- *She groans*
Juri: You can trust me. I'll be fine. One quick TIMFA an-
Synthy: Hahah. You wouldn't DARE do the move with me as worried about you as I- er. I mean, aren't your legs too f***ed up for that?
Juri: They could take one more for the team..
Synthy: No. No. NO. Damnit Juri. Don't act as stupid as that Chelsi kid in WHOA...
Juri: ...I'm having my match.
Synthy: Fine. Be stupid, if you use the TIMFA on Chavo...
Juri: *Smirk* What?
Synthy: No whipped cream for you! Or, in more serious terms, -I'll-..........be so worried, I'd cry.... Kill you.
Juri: ... *She grabs Synthy's hand* I won't use it. I'll play it safe and I'll get it done quick.... Okay?
Synthy: Damn straight. Now geroff me.... I've had enough of this oo-ey, gooey feelings garbage...
Juri: Ah Synthy loves me!
Synthy: If you say that to anything outside of this house, I'll superkick your head into Oblivion.
Juri: *Smiling* Let's get you packed.
Synthy: Fine, lead on, twerp.
Juri: Hey, hey. Watch the names. I could be your partner for the House Party.
Synthy: ... Can you imagine that? A. We'd wind up facing each other in a quite UNinterrupted match.... and B. One of US would be the leader of EWT....
Juri: ...Sweetie, it's for the Tri-State Title
Synthy: *Shakes her head for the moment, and leans against a doorpost.* Ehe.... been a long week, lil' girl...
Juri: That's why we have to get you on the plane. Now...
Synthy: Actually wait a tick..
Juri: Yes?
Synthy: *sighs* One more 'awww' moment won't kill me. *She hobbles off, and half a moment later, hobbles back in with a long parcel, wrapped in pinstripe paper.* Your's. From me. Open it.
Juri: OH YEAH. I forgot about me. ><
Synthy: Which is why you shouldn't wrestle, and why you're going to you're own home, with me.
Juri: In due time. After my match.
*She begins to unwrap the gift then looks over at Synthy when she's finished. She looks back at it and holds it in her hand. A fuschia cane with beautiful black stripes going down and up it. At the top, the hand rest, as a red rose in full bloom.*
Syn:...Got it specially made.
Juri: ...
Synthy: ...ah.... Think of it... As me helping you when I'm not there. You'll need that later tonight. *She coughs, trying to not to draw too much attention to her words.*
Juri: ...Syn... *She reaches out to hug her best friend.*
Syn:...No. No more mushy crap *Synthy stands up, and quietly hobbles into her room, pale flush on her cheeks visible.*
Juri: *Using the cane for assistance* I'm GOING TO hug you!
"Stay away, foul wretch!" Can be heard from in the room.
"You'll have to kill me!" from the hallway
"Noooooooo......"
*Commercial*
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TJT
AC Slater
It's fun to be perfect.
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Post by TJT on Dec 31, 2007 14:46:30 GMT -5
*In the darkness of night, a Jaguar rips across the street, tearing across the water-soaked asphalt in the middle of a rainstorm. A camera focuses on the inside of the vehicle, a certain trio seated within, perked up with a familiar tune playing over the car stereo. All three of them are in street clothes, their sunglasses off, along with all their bling. Seated in the front is Jimmy Thunder, with Jason Jupiter and Terina in the backseat, a bottle of Scotch in the hand of Jason.* Thunder: What is love? Oh baby, don't hurt me. Don't hurt me, no more. Oh, baby don't hurt me. Don't hurt me, no more! Jupiter: WHAT IS LOVE? YEA-HEEEAH! Terina: Oooooh-oooooh… Thunder: I don’t know, why you’re not there! Jupiter: I give you my love, but you don't care! Thunder: So what is right, and what is wrong!? Jupiter: Gimme a sign! Thunder: What is love? Oh baby, don't hurt me. Don't hurt me, no more. Oh, baby don't hurt me. Don't hurt me, no more! Terina: Whooooa whooooooooa whooooooooooa, oooh OOOOOH! Whooooa whooooooooa whooooooooooa, oooh OOOOOH! Thunder: Oh, I don't know, what can I do?! Jupiter: What else can I say, it's up to you… Thunder: I know we're one, just me and you! Jupiter: I can't go on… Thunder: What is love? Oh baby, don't hurt me. Don't hurt me, no more. Oh, baby don't hurt me. Don't hurt me, no more! *Jason takes a guzzling sip of Scotch, meanwhile, Terina’s cell phone begins ringing. She flips it open, laying down and cushioning her head and upper back on her adjacent friend’s lap, holding the phone to ear. Jason immediately begins the chorus…* Jupiter: Whooooa whooooooooa whooooooooooa, oooh OOOOOH! Whooooa whooooooooa whooooooooooa, oooh OOOOOH! *He begins to cough.* Terina: Oh hi Hally, how ya doing? *mumbling from the phone* Terina: Really? *She sits up, almost knocking the bottle of Scotch out of Jason’s hands* Uh…Team Raft-Shack is back in the country?! Thunder: What is—HUH?! Jupiter: smurf you guys… What is love, oooh, oooh, oooh! What is love, oooh, oooh, oooh Terina: Okay Hal, they heard. Well, at least they won’t be getting a major shot for a while…bye Hal, and I want that new outfit done by next week! *She hangs up* Thunder: Haha, Jason, you’re so drunk! Jupiter: I’m not drunk!!!! Don't hurt me… Don't hurt me… Terina: Guys…when this is over, back to training. By the way Jim, you need to acquaint yourself with your Battle Royal partner… Thunder: Okay, fine. Just not now… I want no other, no other lover… Jason: *hiccup* This is your life, our time! Thunder: When we are together, I need you forever! Jupiter: Is it LOVE?! *Terina rests herself back on Jason’s lap, the two continuing singing as the camera quickly fades out…*
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Post by The Puzzle Maker on Dec 31, 2007 18:00:22 GMT -5
One.
Do you know me? Did he say that? Scenic fields. Statues of false idols. Golden paved roads to the horizonless cliff's edge. Nightmares while awake. Daymares of sleepless afternoons. Suffering from the illness of everyone but himself. Suffering? Enjoying. Laughing. Murdering. The martyr. The poet. The demon. Do you know me? Does she understand this? His home is lost. His home is here. We are all facing the end. Are we? You know me. How could you not?
I am but a reflection of yourself. I am. I am. I am.
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Post by Motley Kruton on Dec 31, 2007 22:33:44 GMT -5
The ring is vacant, and a man in normal street clothes walks from the back into the ring. Crowd is pretty much silent. The man grabs a microphone and begins talking:
"Everyone's quiet. Why did I expect this? Oh yes, because I'm just a random guy on the microphone. Nobody's heard of me. Yet when I pictured this moment, there were legions of fans screaming my name, with confetti and streamers flying everywhere. That could have, and should have happened. I was a legendary name in every neck of the woods but this federation. I have won a championship on every continent. As far as wrestling goes, there is no one with any type of edge over me. Yet nobody knows who I am. Don't you remember my vignettes? The one with me winning a championship in Japan? Or the one showcasing my technical ability against some of the greatest in Canada? No? Well I wonder why that is... Oh yeah, THERE WERE NO VIGNETTES! No, streamers, no confetti NOTHING! Supposedly the fans were to get at least some notification of who I was, so everybody didn't think It was crazy that a guy who had just gotten into the company was getting a title shot, or going up against some big names. But nope, nothing to signify my arrival. On top of that, I havn't even been booked to any matches, so I am supposed to do nothing. I was signed to a dirt cheap contract that restricted me from competing in any other companies, all because I wanted I wanted to face the best of the best. Well I want some answers, and I want a match. So If anyone can provide me with either of the two, I would be much obliged. And before I forget, just so you all know who this whining piece of crap in the ring is, you may refer to me as Kruton. End."
"Kruton" hops over the barricade and and exits the arena. The crowd is unsure what to make of him.
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