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Post by brokenrose on Jan 15, 2008 11:20:22 GMT -5
*Back from commercial the camera shows a chipper Greggory Helms, Ace Reporter, looking straight into the view with a huge smile on his face.*
Greggory: Hello, everyone in EWT! I'm Greggory Helms, ACE REPORTER! And I'm here to get the scoop on the latest story, from Citizen Juri! CITIZEN JURI, EVERYONE!
*Juri steps into frame, her OX Division title around her waist. She looks perplexed by Helms who holds the mic to her mouth.*
Juri: You again?
Helms: Nobody else wants to interview you. Something about you kicking Sum Guy when you were showering.
Juri: ... *She stares into the camera* Due to the pending lawsuit, I can't speak on that event.
Helms: Right! So I guess I'll be your official interviewer from now on! Your thoughts Citizen Juri?
Juri: ... *mic back in her face.* Woo?
Helms: I'm happy too! Now, to breaking headlines! First... How's your knee? That match that was played from Dec. 30th had you looking pretty bad.
Juri: Well, I went to my doctor who was a former wrestler as well. To say I wasn't killed right there for working on it is a blessing. I thank Syn for the backup. But after I was issued to say off the leg for a few days, well other than the Battle Royale, I relaxed and spent some quality time with my favorite family. So I'm back to ring shape and the knee has recovered.
Helms: Good to hear! Good to hear! Speaking of the House Party PPV.. You lost the match for the Tri-State Title.
Juri: Yes. Yes I did. The fact is that some people have to be eliminated for the match to end. I was apart of the team that was out first. It stunk. But I'm still Ox Division Champion, which matters more to me. I signed up for the match with Synthy for fun. Plain and simple.
Helms: And what of Trunk?
Juri: No hard feelings.
Helms: Really?
Juri: After we both were eliminated, we went to the back and got first dibs on all the food & drinks. Fun times. By the way, Trunk, we have to do that again sometime.
Helms: NOTE, kids! Juri doesn't suggesting you drink! It's bad for you! Right Citizen Juri!?
Juri: Who lets kids watch this show with Jasmyne and Curly Long on it?
Helms: NEXT QUESTION!
Juri: Okay.
Helms: Your good friend Citizen Syn-
Juri: Best friend.
Helms: Best friend Citizen Synthy was attacked by-
*She rips the mic out of his hand.*
Juri: Yeah. Jack. Fake Jack. Whoever. I found out the next day from Synthy's sister. I've always thought that TJT were a bunch of spineless cowards that never would last five seconds against some real competition. And it makes sense why they go out of their way to crush everyone in the tag division. When you're afraid of Raft-Shack, you're obviously not deserving to be champions.
*Greggory tries to take the mic but gets a stare and whistles, looking away.*
Juri: I could ramble on about useless crap, which is your language TJT, but I'll make it simple for you. If you, meaning Jimmy, Jason, Jack, OR Terina, EVER hurt my Synthy again... I have no problem going to death row. That is, after I do horrors to you that would make Tim Burton shake in his goofy hair.
Helms: *shaken, he takes back the mic* Um... Okay... Parents, we'll give you a line for child psychology help later.
*The fiery Joshi brushes her hair back, trying to relax as Helms finds his card.*
Helms: The next headline is.... No... Skip that.
Juri: Give it to me, Helms.
Helms: ...Your challenger for the title this week is-
Juri: An "honorable knight" that wishes he could just club on a woman on the head and drag her back to his shack. You know, I could say all sorts of things about him. But that would only bring attention to him. Clearly the only way he's been able to get this match is because of what he has said about me. Not his talent, or lack there of, nor his track record has demanded he get a shot at my belt. But I don't care. I'll take on anyone. Because that is want being a real champion is.
Helms: Right... Uh... Your last headline is a simple question... Who were you going to announce as your challenger before Vivian interrupted you?
Juri: Simple, it's-
Helms: CITIZEN LILY! WELCOME.
*Juri looks wided eyed and confused as she looks behind her. And behind her is former EWT wrestler and rockstar Lily-Rose, fixing herself some tea at the break table. She looks up, surprised she was noticed, and walks over.
Lily: Oh, hey, hi! Juri, good to see you. Congratulations on your title girl!
*She pats Juri, then looks over at Helms.*
Lily:...what's the Hurricane doing here?
Helms: *Nervous* I'm not the Hurricane! I'm Greggory Helms, Ace Reporter! You calling me the Hurricane, WATS UP WIT DAT?!
*Lily just bursts laughing.*
Lily: Oh god, I was such a fan during that time. Hey, how come you decided to diss the mask and all? It was cool.
Helms: I think I hear my boss at the Daily Generic Newspaper Name! Here's the mic, Citizen Juri! *He jumps out of frame.* WHOOSH!
*While Lily is full of mirth and joy, Juri has taken on a look of pure anger for some unknown reason.*
Lily: So hey, how've you been? I never really got the time to talk with you since the last time I was here. First the charity stuff, then Axel scared me away...
*Lily looks off to the side, rubbing her arm out of discomfort.*
Lily: But, that's behind me for now. Just wanted to let you know I signed back with EWT for a two-match deal.
Juri: *Brass in her voice* Have you now?
*Lily nods.*
Lily: Yeah, I wanted to stick around more, but unfortunately the label wants me to promote my album, then go on tour over in Japan...I said I didn't want to, but you know, I didn't really have a choice in the matter.
*She shrugs.*
Lily: Hey, you alright? You look like something's bothering you...
Juri: Yeah, something is. You.
*Lily raises an eyebrow, and backs a bit in confusion.*
Lily: What? ...did I get us off on the wrong foot or something? Or is it the bragging? Bcause I don't have to talk about the music life if you don't want to.
Juri: You think you can just get everything can't you?! That you're so innocent. You want to know who I wanted to bloody in Iraq before Vivian challenged me?
Lily: I don't see why not, sure. I'm ready for secrets.
*The still BR begins to step towards her, looking very stern.*
Juri: I wanted to make you gush blood until there was enough to form a rainbow from it. How's that for a secret?
*At this point, Lily's eyes widen, and she looks flustered.*
Lily: Wait, wha? Me? You wanted MY blood? What did I ever do to you?! I didn't even talk to you the first time I was around!
Juri: You know what you've done. And now that you have a two match deal, I'll gladly take your first. And make it your last.
*Lily crosses her arms, not being intimidated by Juri.*
Lily: You know what? I'm glad you do, because you were my first match request. I saw your matches, and I liked what you did, and I wanted to face you some day...but not because you wanted my blood? What did I even do!?
Juri: You'd like that, wouldn't you. For me to tell you why the sight of you makes my insides boil. Just remember this, when your 'pretty' face is broken, it's all your fault. Not mine.
*Lily just keeps looking at Juri, trying not to let her back her down. Eventually, Lily smiles.*
Lily: If I cared so much about my face getting ruined, I wouldn't be here right now. But hey, if you ever want to tell me what you malfunction is, just tell me.
Juri: I have a match to see to. Some of us have to work here instead of use it like a hobby.
Lily: Yeah, well, at least I'm not Tiffany. The brain dead bimbo.
*Visibly upset, Lily walks off, but not without bumping Juri in the shoulder as she moves by.*
Juri: Cute. Most of my dates at least hit me with glass.
*Lily doesn't look back, moving on down the hallway.*
Lily: Believe me, that's just me being nice to you. Just wait.
Juri: The pleasure will be all mine.
*Her jade eyes never leave Lily's direction as the camera fades out.*
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Post by respectmeordye3 on Jan 15, 2008 16:02:27 GMT -5
Bullz-I comes out to his theme music--with his valet skipping along behind him and he enters the ring and waits for his opponent.
Crash's music starts up several times but still nothing.
Finally a random tune begins to play and a young woman in a plaid suit marches down to the ring.
she grabs a mic.
"My name is Tina Plumber and I am sorry, Bullz-I but your opponent Crash Johannson has not shown up and therefore as a result I have been sent down to let the referee know that because of that, you have been declared the winner of this match as a result of a dis-----"
She never gets to finish what she's saying. Bullz-I kicks her in the gut as hard as he can sending her to all fours gasping for breath. As she tries to recover Bullz-I grabs rips off her suit leaving her in her underwear--she turns red and begins to crawl away in fear but Bullz-I grabs her by the ankle and pulls her back into the ring before giving her an extremely painful wedgie and then tossing her back out of the ring again, where she is pulled to her feet by Bullz-I's valet Callie Shaw and is tossed like a spear underneath the ring!
Crash's music starts up again and suddenly Crash runs down the ramp and into the ring---but it the fans quickly realize that it isn't actually Crash at all.....It's the newcomer Kruton and he's dressed up as Crash.
"Ya still want a fight I'm right here!" screams Kruton.
Callie suddenly reaches from beneath the ring and pulls out a steel bat that she then tosses to Bullz-I who then slugs Kruton with it, knocking him out cold!
He drops the bat and grabs the mic.
"I'm only saying this once. I don't like being mocked......" he points to Kruton who is still out cold. and then keeps going "But I hate being stood up even more....Now I know whoever my next opponent is, will be below my standards but I don't give a crap---whoever is my next opponent, below my standards or above it-it don't matter--they sure as hell better show up and give me my match!"
He gives the referee "The Inverti-Breaker" and then Bullz-I and his valet storm backstage.
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Post by Hensley on Jan 16, 2008 19:13:09 GMT -5
"Fury of the Storm" starts up, and the die hards of Hardcore Hensley rise to their feet with worried looks. They see no sign of him, and his theme music inevitably drains out. We quickly hear "Salty Dog" tune up, and former Team Ireland member, Liam O'Neill appears onto the entrance stage.
Liam is still unaccustomed to the appreciative cheers of the crowd. Deciding to let Mahavir, Jasmyne & Tiffany tend to their own business, Liam is coming to the ring alone this evening. He seems to have reverted back to his meek, quiet self without the company of his friends, but Liam is a man out to prove his own worth.
Announcer: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, introducing first, from Cork, Ireland, weighing in at 209lbs... LIAM O~NEEEEEEIIIILLLLL!!!
Once O'Neill is in his respective corner, "Fury of the Storm" begins again. This time the entire song is gone through, but still no Hensley. Just before the announcer can speak though, "Hotter Than Hell" Jacob Leonard waltzes out from behind the curtains bearing an extremely disappointing face. He hurries towards the ring then climbs up onto the apron, and snatches the mic away from the introducer.
Leonard: As you may have guessed by now, Hardcore Hensley is not here in the EWT Arena at this moment.
The obvious conclusion receives a horrendous chorus of jeers from the crowd.
Leonard: I am here to apologize on his behalf, and forfeit this contest.
The ring is bombarded with trash at his final remark, but as he goes to leave, a familiar EWT favorite arrives. Sum Guy heads down the ramp with a sad appearance of his own. He slides into the ring then whips out of his own mic.
Sum Guy: Hold on there, Leonard. Now, while you are not technically under an EWT written contract, you have claimed yourself to be the sole manager of Hardcore Hensley. Therefore, by direct orders from EWT Management, I am out here to declare you as Hardcore Hensley's substitute for this bout.
His words halt Leonard dead in his tracks, and send his jaw spiraling down to the mat. Sum Guy mouths an apology to him before rolling out of the ring. Slowly, Leonard turns to O'Neill, who's seen laughing the whole thing up. He shoots Leonard a cocky little smirk then tells the official that's he ready. Luckily, for Leonard, "Fury of the Storm" plays a third time, and out from the back comes Hensley. He's decked out entirely in his street attire still, so he must've just arrived. He gets into the ring, and before Leonard can embrace him, takes the mic right out of his hands.
Hensley: You keep your mouth shut. Don't even look at me.
Hensley doesn't even bother raising his voice as Leonard immediately bows his head. Hensley then turns his attention to O'Neill who seems very impatient at the moment.
Hensley: Yeah, just sit tight for a minute there little buddy, mommy and daddy have to have a talk.
Hensley's tone doesn't suit O'Neill well at all, but he obliges, and resumes his position slouched down in his corner. Hensley gives him a nod then turns back to Leonard.
Hensley: So where were you last Sunday, dude? I was expecting you'd be the first guy in the back to jump all up in my ass!
Some ringside officials toss a mic in to Leonard.
Leonard: Look, I'm sorry I lost my cool after Season's Beatings, but you needed a wake up call.
Hensley: Just what do you mean by that?
Leonard: I mean, you can't go around here doing all that baby face bulls***, and expect to be on top! It doesn't work like that, I told you!
Hensley: Alright, I'm a wrestler. My job is to out-wrestle my opposition, not to cheat them.
Leonard: Oh you can just throw that bulls*** straight out of your head! You have to do whatever it takes in order to reach the top, and if that means grabbing some tights, or putting your feet up on the ropes for a little leverage, or maybe even dropping some guy in the sack, that's what it takes!
Hensley: I don't believe that.
Leonard: Oh you don't, huh?
Hensley: No, I don't!
Leonard: Well, if you don't wanna be reasonable, and talk about this with your tongue then maybe you'll use your hands.
With that, Leonard takes his strong hand, and proceeds to smack the piss out of his Hensley. His shot rings out an imaginable amount of "ooohs" and "ahhhs" from the crowd. It even puts O'Neill into laughter once again. Hensley stands in simple distraught at his partner's move, but quickly turns it all to rage. His nostrils flare up, and Leonard realizes what he's just done. Of course, O'Neill clocks him from behind with his forearm though. The Irishman shoves Leonard out of the ring, and puts the boots to Hensley. After making a quick check over at Leonard, the ref signals for the bell.
Singles Match Liam O'Neill vs Hardcore Hensley
Liam continues stomping away at Hensley, particularly at his knees. Liam grabs a hold of Hensley's left leg & smashes the knee against the mat. He smashes it to the mat again... & again. Hensley doesn't let any pain show on his face. Liam ties up Hensley's legs as if aiming for a Mexican Surfboard, then stomps both knees to the mat, a la Bryan Danielson. Liam grabs Hensley's legs & attempts to wrap him up in the Irish Shamrock Leaf. Hensley kicks Liam back with enough force to send him to the ropes. Hensley is quickly to his feet again. He rolls forward & knocks Liam over the top rope with a Cactus Clothesline. Hensley lands on his feet outside the ring, unlike Liam. Hensley drops a quick elbow on Liam's chest then drags the Irishman to his feet. Hensley tries to Irish Whip Liam to the security rail, but Liam reverses it & sends Hensley in the opposite direction. Liam runs at Hensley, aiming for a clothesline of his own, but Hensley manages to get a boot up into Liam's face. Liam keels over backwards & falls hard on the concrete floor. Hensley brings Liam to his feet once more & tries to whip him into one of the ring posts. Liam reverses the move once more & Hensley crashes shoulder first into the ring post. Liam cracks Hensley's left arm against the post a few times before rolling him back into the ring, just before the referee reaches a count of 10. Hensley nurses his arm as Liam follows him in. Liam immediately grabs the left arm of Hensley again & twists it, as Hensley lies on the ground. Liam drops a leg across the arm as Hensley lets out a slight yelp. Liam wrenches at the arm & slams it harshly against the mat, then applies a Cross Arm breaker. Liam is doing his best to twist & wrench at Hensley's arm. Hensley, now experiencing some considerable pain, is doing his best to get to the ropes, which isn't easy with a 209lbs Irishman tugging at your left arm. In spite of Liam's best efforts, Hensley manages to drag himself across the ring so that he is barely able to get his right fingertips on the bottom rope. The referee orders Liam to break the hold. Liam continues to hold it on. The ref starts counting on Liam...
1... 2... 3... 4...
Liam releases the hold & reminds the referee that, much like Bryan Danielson, he has "'til 5!". Hensley stands again, leaning against the ropes & continuing to nurse his left arm. Liam strikes again, locking in a Fujiwara Armbar. He takes Hensley to the mat & pulls back harshly on his arm. However, Liam & Hensley are too close to the ropes, Hensley is easily able to get his foot on to the bottom rope.The referee starts his count on Liam again...
1... 2... 3... 4...
Liam releases the hold after 4, but it's obvious he's really milking those 4 seconds for all they're worth. The ref orders Liam to stand back & allow Hensley back up. It seems that Liam has succeeded in taking Hensley somewhat out of his element. Hensley shakes his left arm to get the circulation going again & keeps wary of Liam's next mode of attack. Liam runs at Hensley again & aims to hit him with a Neck breaker. But Hensley has him scouted. he blocks Liam's Neck breaker attempt & spins O'Neill right around. He kicks Liam in the gut & nails him with a surprise DDT. Hensley goes for a cover...
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KICK OUT!
Liam tries to fight back against Hensley & gets whipped towards the ropes. Hensley aims for a Back Body Drop, but he telegraphs the move. Liam bounces back off the ropes & rolls right over Hensley's back. Acting quickly, Liam attacks Hensley with a Chop Block to the left leg. Hensley goes down as Liam refocuses his attack back on Hensley's knees. Liam picks up Hensley's left leg & begins kicking at his knee. Liam twists Hensley's leg around &, much like he did with Hensley's arm earlier, Liam drops his leg across Hensley's leg. Liam twists Hensley's leg around into a Single-Leg Boston Crab. Hensley begins scrambling towards the ropes when Liam adds a futher twist to the move & locks in an STF on Hensley. Hensley slowly inches his way towards the ropes. O'Neill tries to cinch the hold in all the tighter. He notices Hensley is reaching out with his left hand. O'Neill grabs the left arm & switches his hold around again to a Crippler Cross face. Hensley tries to pull himself along the mat, reaching for the ropes with his free hand. O'Neill is relentless, pulling back on the Cross face with all his strength. Despite O'Neill's persistence, Hensley manages to reach the rope. Liam continues to crank up the pressure, pulling Hensley's head back as far as he can. Liam, once again, becomes subject to the referee's count.
1... 2... 3... 4...
Liam, once again, avoids being disqualified by releasing the hold just one second before the necessary 5-count. Hensley uses the ropes to pull himself up, clearly not used to O'Neill's style of match. Before O'Neill can think of a way of employing his grappling based strategy again, Hensley hits him with a swift Super kick out of nowhere. O'Neill rolls with the momentum of the kick & out of the ring. He's left nursing his jaw, but not knocked out. Hensley launches himself over the top rope to come crashing down on O'Neill. O'Neill is left laid out, but only temporarily as he can already be seen stirring. Hensley is back on his feet. A bit surprised that the Irishman has proved so resilient thus far. Hensley clambers onto the ring apron & Moonsaults onto O'Neill just as the man from Cork is getting back to his feet. Hensley rolls the former Team Ireland member back into the ring &, with slight pain, due to the attacks Liam carried out on his leg, Hensley climbs to the top rope. Liam is getting back to his feet. He hits the ropes just as Hensley gets to the top. Hensley slips & crotches himself on the ring post. Liam climbs up to the top to face Hensley, attempting to Super plex him off. Hensley fights back & shoves Liam right off the top. As Liam lies on the mat, Hensley launches himself from the top with a picture-perfect Frog Splash on Liam...
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KICK OUT!
The audience are shocked that Liam still has the wherewithal to escape the pinfall.
Hensley shakes his head in disbelief at Liam before hoisting himself back up to his feet. He limps over to the ropes for some balance, his knees seeming to give away on him. Liam rises, taking note, he gives Hensley yet another chop block. The ropes manage to keep Hensley on just one knee, but Liam pulls him back to the center of the ring. He hooks one of his legs, looking for a dragon screw. Hastily, Hensley attempts an enzuigiri. Liam ducks, but Hensley catches himself, and returns with a mule kick that nearly knocks Liam's head off of his shoulders. The Irishman falls back to the mat while Hensley continues to try to regain his composure. Liam doesn't give him a break, and charges at him again quickly. Hensley eats a clothesline that plants him back on the canvas. Liam decides to go after his left arm again, turning it inside out. Hensley fights back though, and flips himself over, flipping Liam over as well in the process. Hensley springs himself up looking to get his momentum rumbling, but his knees halt him from any of that. With the wind knocked out of him for a little bit, Liam struggles to his feet. Hensley meets him with a few right hands the moment he turns around, and Liam falls back into the nearby corner. Hensley climbs up, and unloads ten deafening rights that the crowd count out aloud. Once he's finished, he falls backwards, monkey flipping Liam over by doing so. The fans pop big time for it, but Hensley shows noticeable pain in his lower body. Nevertheless, the resilient rookie brings himself back up to his feet with authority. Liam, holding his back, turns right into some trademark stiff kicks from Hensley that eat away on his ribcage. Hensley's third actually knocks the Irishman against the ropes. Hensley Irish whips him to the far side, and spine busters him off of the rebound. The fans clap to this, and Hensley leaps up, rejuvenated. He shakes the nearest ropes in true Ultimate Warrior-style, getting the crowd up out of their seats. Liam takes the time to creep into position, and when Hensley turns he charges for a Cactus Jack clothesline. However, Hensley bends down, and back body drops his opponent to the outside. Wasting no time, Hensley takes one glance at Liam then springs off to the other ropes. He comes back and performs a shooting star press sideways over the top rope, on his way down though he catches Liam, planting him with a DDT on the concrete. Everybody along the guardrail jumps out of their seats for the maneuver, and a "HOLY S***!" chant erupts.
Hensley is slow to his feet, but meets his fans' clapping with a patented devilish grin. He plays to them momentarily before lifting Liam back up to his feet. He rolls him back in the ring then climbs up to the top rope. Liam looks around his opposition, but Hensley catches him off guard with a missle dropkick that nearly knocks the man clear to the other side of the ring. Liam slouches up beside one of the turnbuckles with a dazed and confused look all over his face. Hensley, fire up as can be, races over to him. He scores with another dropkick, this time hesitating in the air. Liam looks completely out of it, and Hensley takes him up to the top rope with him. He puts him up on his shoulders then spreads his arms like a cross. A moment later, he hits him with a elevated rolling fireman's carry slam that keeps everybody's eyes glued to the action. Anticipating the finish, Hensley holds up one finger, signaling he isn't done yet. He prays upon the Irishman, glaring at him, waiting for him to get to his feet. When he finally does, Hensley tries the Pizza Cutta, but Liam blocks it, and drops him with a sleeper slam. Both men lay motionless on the mat, and the referee begins a ten count.
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Alas, they both start to stir. Liam is up first surprisingly, and he sets up for a super kick. Hensley pushes himself up then slowly turns around. Liam goes for a the big one, but Hensley rolls out of the way. Liam quickly turns the other way, but receives a roundhouse kick that even Chuck Norris might applaud. The fans slap at the barricades, and let out more "ooohs" and "ahhhs" at the stiff shot. Hensley inches over to the fallen Irishman, and throws his arm across his chest.
1...
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KICK OUT!!!
The fans are thrown back at the last second emergence. Hensley pounds the canvas with his left hand in utter shock. He shakes his head, his nostrils flaring, and rises back up to his feet. He picks up a half dead Liam, and kicks him square in his gut. Liam keels over, and Hensley hooks his arms. He picks the two hundred plus pound man for a tiger driver then drops to his knees. Liam bounces off of the mat before landing on his back. Many eyebrows are raised, and a small "RVD!" chant follows. Hensley shakes his head though once again, symboling that he's got a little bit more left in the tank. With Liam set up in the exact middle of the ring, Hensley waltzes over to the turnbuckle then leaps up to the top rope with just his legs in use. He checks Liam one time then springs backwards with an inverted 630 corkscrew. It's picture perfect, and Hensley sells some of the after effects before getting back up to his feet once again. The crowd doesn't believe he can't do anymore, but Hensley goes over to the opposite turnbuckle then again leaps up to the top using only his lower body. This time he pauses for a moment then begins to lean backwards before finally jumping off at the last second. His unique moonsault nails Liam directly across his chest, and the Irishman wriggles around in pain. Finally, Hensley hooks the leg.
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3!!!
Winner: Hardcore Hensley @ 18:46 via pinfall
"Fury of the Storm" rings out across the EWT Arena as Hensley flails his arms in the air in celebration. He glances over at Liam, who lays in riddance following the multiple high flying attacks. Hensley grabs him by his arm, lifting him up to his feet. He shakes his hand, and pats him on the back then raises both of their arms to a decent reaction. The two embrace then Liam falls back onto the ropes to catch his breath. Hensley climbs the turnbuckle to continue his celebration, but a man walking down the entrance ramp catches his eyes. His music cuts off, and Leonard slides back into the ring with a mic in hand. Hensley, unforgotten about the beginning of the match, goes to him huffing and puffing, but Leonard waves him off.
Leonard: Cool your jets, buddy!
His comment takes Hensley back a step.
Leonard: Now you see, THIS is the kinda nonsense I've been telling you about!
He points over at Liam. Hensley shakes his head confoundedly then asks for another mic.
Hensley: What the s*** are you talking about?
Leonard: You know damn well what I mean! This sportsmanship you seem to have developed because of Trunk is just plain stupid! Look, when I came out here a while back, and you told me you were going to start trying things in a different perspective, I figured, you know, what the hell? I thought it nothing more than a phase that you'd inevitably grow out of, but that doesn't seem to be the case. When I saw you embrace Trunk after your contest then THANK HIM!!! I was ready to explode! The whole concept of this sportsmanship idea was bogus! Now you're thanking people even when you lose! That's just retarded! You just proved that you're the better man, and instead of taking in this glory you go over, and declare that this man tried his hardest. You embrace him! WHY?!
Hensley stands with his jaw just about touching the floor. Leonard awaits a reply, but out of nowhere Hensley decks him with a clothesline. Hensley's eyes widen, and his nostrils flare as he puts the boots to his former friend. Leonard rolls out of the ring to safety, but Hensley is in hot pursuit. He grabs him by the collar of his shirt, and tosses him over the guardrail, into the crowd. He drags him over to an odd compartment then bashes his head off one of the fan's seating chairs. He picks him back up, and Irish whips him into the wall with an unreasonable amount of force. Leonard ends up crashing through to what seems to be a storage place. Angrier than ever now, Hensley sets up a table. He drags Leonard out from the carnage, and places him, spread eagle, onto the table. He goes into the storage room, and brings an abnormally large ladder out with him. He sets up the giant just beside the table then starts his climb. Backstage officials rush out now, and plead with Hensley to come down. At the top, he seems to show some fright from the high altitude. Reluctantly, he shakes it off, and throws his shirt into the crowd, who are now raving once more! With that, Hensley lets out one last roar before falling down below with a HUGE leg drop. The outrageous fall sends a deafening silence throughout the arena, and the medics appear to tend to both of the men. We are shown some shots of the fans in shock, and a replay of the fall before cutting to the back with no announcement.
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Curly Long
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Post by Curly Long on Jan 17, 2008 7:40:52 GMT -5
We return to ringside to find Howard Finkel waiting
THE FINK: The following bout is for one fall ... introducing first ....
'Moving on Up hits the sepakers and out from the backstage curtain walks Curly Long. The Midget King has a microphone on him as he walks to the ring
CURLY LONG: Everyone the great Curly Long is back infront of your glazed over eyes! So wake up and smell the action!
The crowd boos, one fan gets in Curly Long's face
CURLY LONG: You don't like that? Well I wouldn't worry, I your opinion doesn't matter, none of you people matter! When it comes down to it Curly Long is always the man of the hour, the man with the most and the women know it. They see me and they know that Curly Long is all they will ever need! So are you ready to watch me defeat Andy Duke in seconds, just like the insignificant jackass that he is?
The crowd is still not happy
CURLY LONG: You don't believe me? Well I ask you were is the Cidal Squad now? Where is this two-bit wrestler who hasn't had a decent victory since Dino Bravo was alive ... well? .. ow!!
Curly Long has been attacked by Andy Duke who hasn't even been announced! Andy Duke shoves Curly into the ring and follows after him
Bell Rings as the crowd pops huge for the returning Andy Duke
Curly Long tries to gain his bearings but Andy Duke is already there and catches him with a pele kick! Curly goes down holding his head as Andy Duke takes in the audience's approval. Curly is back up and avoids Andy Duke by diving out of the way before kicking him in the shin. Curly using this tries for a roll up ...
1,2 ...
Andy Duke kicks out easily, as Curly follows with some stomps on his hands. Andy Duke shoves the midget away as he gets to his feet. Andy Duke looks up to see Curly leap off the turnbuckle Hurrican ... No ... countered! ... Tiger bomb!!
1,2,3.
Bell Rings
THE FINK: Your winner ... the "Insectcidal" Andy Duke!
As the crowd cheers, Andy Duke walks off leaving Curly Long flat on his back staring at the lights.
Cut to promo for New EWT T-Shirts!
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Post by The Bad Man on Jan 17, 2008 9:05:11 GMT -5
We return to ringside after being blinded by the selection of T-Shirts available at EWT Shop!* "Born to the Fight" by Waylander begins playing as Shane Malone makes his entrance. A Champion without a title. Malone looks extremely pissed off. He's ready to do whatever it takes to get his belt back from The Bad Man tonight. O'Hare follows closely behind Malone, wondering if facing The Bad Man is a wise course of action.* Announcer: The following contest is scheduled for one fall & it is for the EWT Toolshed Championship. Introducing first, representing Team Ireland, being accompanied by Coach O'Hare, he is the current reigning EWT Toolshed Champion, standing six feet, eight inches tall; weighing in at 297lbs, from Galway, Ireland, he is "The Celtic Giant"... SHAAAAAAAANE MAAAAAAA~LOOOOOOOONE!!! *O'Hare & Malone march on to the ring, still looking extremely angry. They await the arrival of the man who stole Malone's Toolshed Championship belt...* * Then, the familiar Gregorian Chanting starts... as the lights dim to a murky orange. Out from the back waddles The Bad Man. He has the Toolshed title wrapped around his blubbery neck, probably the only place it would fit. As the crowd boos The Bad Man bares his decayed teeth at soem fans who recoil in disgust. He approaches the ring and climbs the steps, removing the title from around his neck. The Bad Man cradles the Toolshed Title Belt in his flabby, scarred arms as Malone glares at him with contempt.The Bad Man, with a great deal of struggle relinquishes the belt to an official & is immediately clobbered by Malone. The two big men are brawling in the middle of the ring. The ring itself seems to be shaking with the force of their blows. The Bad Man whips Shane to the ropes & catches him with a clothesline on his return. The Bad Man follows up with a Fit Finlay style arse-drop onto Shane's chest. With Shane momentarily incapacitated, The Bad Man takes the opportunity to search under the ring for a few weapons to use against his opponent. He pulls out the usual array of tables, steel chairs, rubbish bins & Singapore Canes. While The Bad Man is still rummaging under the ring, Shane Malone attacks him. Malone whips The Bad Man towards the steel guardrail & follows up by clotheslining him over the top & into the crowd. The audience members scatter as the two behemoths brawl in their midst. Malone tries to Irish Whip The Bad Man towards a wall at the back of the seating area, but The Bad Man reverses & Shane is sent crashing towards the concrete wall instead. As Shane stands against the wall in obvious pain, The Bad Man picks up a chair belonging to an audience member & flings it right at Shane's head. There is a sickening clatter & a gasp from the assembled crowd, as well as Coach O'Hare, as "The Celtic Giant" collapses to the ground, probably with a severe concussion, his face a bloody mess. The Bad Man clearly doesn't care about the well-being of his opponent. He places a chair under Shane's head on the floor, then another on top of Shane's head. The Bad Man picks up a third chair & is about to swing down onto Shane with his head sandwiched between two steel chairs when Malone rolls out of the way, picking up the chair that rested on top of his head. The chair the Bad Man holds sends reverberations through his arms, causing them to jiggle wildly. Malone viciously tosses his chair at The Bad Man. The Bad Man keels over backwards like a Giant Redwood. Malone rushes over to make a cover...* 1... 2... KICKOUT! *The Bad Man, now bleeding himself, sits back up. he puts his hand to his forehead &, upon seeing the red on his hand, begins laughing that deep, gutteral laugh of his. He smears the blood across his chest as though it were a badge of honour. He stands up & charges right at Shane. The Bad Man uses his weight & momentum to land on top of Malone & starts clawing at Shane's head. Shane cane be seen struggling against the Bad Man, but it seems to be of little avail. The Bad Man punches repeatedly at the wound in Malone's head. Coach O'Hare gingerly approaches from behind & cracks The Bad Man with his Hurley. The Bad Man releases Malone & gives chase to O'Hare with speed that one rarely sees from a man of such proportions. Malone's entire face is covered in blood now, it's dripping on down his face & onto his chest. Malone runs as fast as he can to catch The Bad Man, Shane's severe blood-loss is effecting him, however. The Bad Man has chased Coach O'Hare back to the safety rail seperating the crowd from the ring. O'Hare is about to scramble over the rail when the hand of The Bad Man grabs at his shoulder. O'Hare nearly defecates in terror! Until Shane Malone appears & clubs The Bad Man in the back, Double Axe-Handle style. The Bad Man turns his attention to Shane once more. Malone aims to clothesline The Bad Man over the rail again, but The Bad Man side-steps & Shane goes tumbling back to the ring area, landing hard on the concrete floor, doing further damage to his back. The Bad Man can't quit manage to heft himself over the rail. Instead he simply opens the section he is at, detaching it from the rest of the rail. Bad Man then places this section across Shane's chest & picks up a chair. The Bad Man whacks Shane's chest with the chair, the security rail doing additional damage to Malone's internal organs. The Bad Man lifts the railing off & discards it as he covers Shane...* 1... 2... KICKOUT! *The audienece are stunned that Shane had the ability to kick out after that! Malone sits up, his hair slicked back with the blood running from his forehead. The Bad Man seems unconcerned, his face a contorted mask of disgust. The Bad Man continues his assault with other weapons close at hand. He whips Malone towards the steel steps. Malone goes tumbling over the steps with a clatter.The Bad Man follows & picks up the top set of steps. He is about to drop the steps on Malone when Shane boots The Bad Man in the nuts. This seems to momentarily halt the assault of The Bad Man, perhaps he is human after all. As The Bad Man leaves the steps aside to nurse his injured private parts, Shane goes fully on the offensive again. He grabs The Bad Man in a front facelock, the tosses an arm over his shoulder. Is Shane Malone about to try & suplex The Bad Man? Shane grabs a hold of The Bad Man's tights & tries to take him over, but he can't. He tries again & fails again. Finally, Shane lets out an almighty roar & lifts The Bad Man up into a Suplex. Malone turns The Bad Man around & sets him up on his shoulder before delivering a Power Slam right through the announce table! The crowd are going crazy over the fact that someone slammed The Bad Man. The break out in a "HO-LY S***! HO-LY S***!" chant. Malone goes for a cover...* 1... 2... KICKOUT! *The crowd are even more amazed that The Bad Man was able to kick out! The Bad Man is sitting up already. Any pain he's experiencing seems to build his appetite to hold on to the Toolshed Title belt he stole. The Bad Man is actually smiling as he sits in the wreckage of the announce table. Shane Malone tries his best to look unconcerned, but he, like everyone else, is wondering what on Earth it will take to put The Bad Man down. The Bad Man rolls on to his knees so he can get up from the decimated table. Shane Malone not wanting to lose the advantage after taking this 500 pound beast down backs up and then charges forward looking for a kick to the head!* 'The crowd gives an audible Ooooh' *The Bad Man slumps forward like a beached whale, from the effort it took to avoid the kick grab the back of Shane Malone's waist and german suplex him back into the destroyed announce table. Shane Malone is in a world of hurt as he spits out wood chips. The Bad Man is back up on his pudding filled legs as he slowly takes up Shane Malone by the hair and drags him towards the ring. Shane tries a punch, but The Bad Man headbutts him for his trouble before rolling him into the ring. The Bad Man tatses the blood on his upper lip, a grin begins to form as he pulls out a claw hammer. He looks at the dull tool like a puppy dog would look at an unusual sound, before raising his head to look at his bloodied opponent in the ring. Coach O'Hare tries to approach The Bad Man hurley inhand for a second go, but the Bad Man merely looks at him and shakes his head. The Coach does not risk it a The Bad Man enters the ring Claw Hammer in one hand a chair in the other. Shane Malone is till woozy but has got up, he turns to find the large mass of Bad about to smack him in the head with the hammer!* COACH O'HARE: Watch it!!! *Shane Malone avoids the hammer shot thanks to Coach O'Hare's shout of warning and thunders away with big rights on the cracked and chipped skull of the Bad Man. The Bad Man begins to trade back but a short knee to the gut ends that idea. Shane Malone gives the Bad Man an eye rake before pressing his hands together as if in preparation for something arduous. He gives a loud shout as he grabs a hold of the bulk of Bad Man and begins to lift ... Shane Malone heaves and manges to bodyslam the Badman in the middle of the ring! Cover ...* 1.. 2.. KICKOUT!! *The Bad Man kicks out of the big bodyslam and rolls away, while Shane Malone holds his back, blood on his face. Shane Malone can't belive this man, but strives onward and attacks The Bad Man again. the Bad Man using the ropes as a support elbows Shane away and then gives out a gutteral (and I do mean gut) cry he launches foward and applies the Bayanhongor Fracture Clasp!! ... The Bad Man has the lethal Bear Hug tightly locked on Shane Malone. Shane Malone is in trouble as he struggles against the claps, his arms locked within the folds of Bad flab he can seemingly do nothing as The Bad Man like a python continues to crush.* 'The crowd shouts out support' Shane Malone grimaces in the vice like grip, he is not going to quit here, not now!! ... In desperation he headbutts The Bad Man. The Bad Man is not fazed his head having taken a thousand shots over the year, Shane goes for another, both men's blood can be seen flickering off each other. Malone repeats with a third, and again, and again ... and once more!! The Bad man releases him six unblocked headbutts finally getting through that fat headed skull of the Bad Mans. Shane stretches his arms out in an attempt to get the feeling back as the enraged Bad Man charges back at his opponent slamming them both inot the turnbuckle corner. The Bad Man sneers as he lifts Shane Malone up on to the top of the turnbuckle* 'The crowd watches in almost stunned silence at what may happen' *The Bad Man follows up, seeking to Superplex Shane back into the ring. Shane fights The Bad Man and after a few shots makes him rather groggy. Shane now in control somehow hefts The Bad Man onto his shoulders and in one swift movement delivers an Irish Car Bomb into the ring!!! The ring shudders uncomfortable at the weight and then the ring posts begin to sway before the entire ring collapses in a cloud of smoke and dust! The referee fals on his backside as he looks at the chaos. Shane has managed to land just on top of The Bad Man. the ref counts .. 1.... 2.... 3!! *As the bell rings, the crowd looks on awestruck at the destroyed ring before cheering* Announcer: the winner of this match and still EWT Toolshed Champion!! Shane Malone!!! *As the replays are shown the Team Ireland music plays, but neither men move in the ring this was one hell of a bttle!* (fade out)
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Post by Sigma: Current SRW Champ! on Jan 17, 2008 12:15:04 GMT -5
Sum Guy: Hi, I'm Sum Guy, and I still can't believe it's not butter. We're here with some of the merchandise you fine fans can purchase at www.ewtonline.com. First of all, we got T-Shirts featuring Andy Duke, Crauswell, and Voltigeur. I'm...... (picture starts to snow a bit) $45 for all 3. That's right. We also got some DVDs of recent E..... (picture really starts to snow) The Limit, and Season's Beatings. Seperately these sell for $19.99, but combined it's $34.95. But... (Snow becomes abound on the screen, and when it decipates, a familiar face appears) Sigma: Team Ireland, although you barbarically tried to end my career with that vicious mauling, my spirit remains intact. Rest assured that I'm not through with you quartet of numbskulls just yet. Remember, I have a title match with Shane Malone at my own disposal. So, I sent it in to Toom E. Dangerously, and set the date. It's February 17th, 2008. You're all mine, Shane Malone. Not only is the encounter for your regained Toolshed Title, it's also Last Man Standing. You will fall. The Irish will be beaten. Mahavir Abha.......You owe me a favor. It's cashed in really quick. I was thinking cash, but now you have something worth more. I want the Tri-State Title. So, I challenge you to a match within the next week for the Championship gold. Rest assured, I am still able to compete, even in this wounded state. Be warned, Team Ireland. I will demolish you. I will take the title that I should have won at Survival of the Fittest. If any of your teammates decide to interfere, They will feel my God's Wrath. For I am still living, and I will be champion. (snow comes back) Sum Guy: AHHHHH, FIRE! FIRE! The camera pans down to where a Team Ireland jersey is set ablaze. The crew immediately comes down and puts it out.
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Post by teamireland on Jan 17, 2008 17:36:38 GMT -5
*The EWT Ring Crew have just finished re-assembling the ring after the hellacious Malone/Bad Man match when Dropkick Murphys' "The Rocky Road to Dublin" begins playing as Aidan Donnelly immediately steps out on to the ramp with the Irish Tricolour draped over his head & shoulders, O'Hare follows closely behind him. As soon as the lyrics of the song begin, Aidan raises the Tricolour up behind him & Green, White & Gold pyro explodes at the top of the ramp.* David Penzer: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Making his way to the ring, from Dublin, Ireland, weighing in at 214lbs, being accompanied by Coach O'Hare, representing Team Ireland... AIDAAAAAN DONELLYYYYYY! *Aidan seems unsure of his opponent for the evening & he can be seen discussing tactics with Coach O'Hare. Even though Aidan had faced Trunk many times in the past, those were always Tag-Team contests. Tonight, in solo action against the man who has a strong hatred of Donnelly... Aidan may be in trouble.* " For Those Who Fight Further" plays as Marcus Trunk enters the arena, spreading his arms and roaring to the raucous EWT crowd. David Penzer: And his opponent, from Detroit, Michigan, weighing in at 305 pounds...MARCUS...TRUNK!! As Trunk makes his way down to the ring, a highlight video plays featuring spots from the March 4th, 2007 PPV event, the last time Trunk and Aidan met in the ring. Show Aidan and Sean McCann coming to the ring; Raskall and Trunk coming to the ring; Aidan clipping Trunk's knee; Aidan missing a top rope legdrop; Aidan blasting Trunk with a chair; Aidan and Sean finishing off Trunk with a top rope double stomp on the chair. DING-DING! *Trunk cracks his knuckles as Aidan scoots around the ring. Aidan is trying to calculate what strategy to take as his trademark suplexes will be of little use against a man who outweighs him by 90lbs. The two men lunge at eachother going for a collar & elbow tie-up. Trunk gets an advantage & begins forcing Aidan to his knees. Aidan wisely disengages from the hold & retreats for a little bit to consult with O'Hare. He doesn't have the luxury of doing so for very long as Trunk waistlocks Aidan from behind & tries to take him over with a German Suplex. Donnelly manages to land safely on his feet & tries to do the same manouvere on Trunk. The weight difference is too much, however, & Aidan fails to heft Trunk over. Marcus gives a slight chuckle & elbows Aidan in the face. Trunk whips the Team Ireland Captain to the ropes & catches him with a Back Body Drop. Aidan goes sailing through the air & is lucky that he doesn't land outside the ring.Trunk picks up the dazed Aidan. It seems as though Trunk could end the match at any moment, but Trunk is so happy to get his hands back on a member of Team Ireland after so long that he decides to prolong Aidan's torture. Trunk presses Aidan over his head & tosses him to the outside where Aidan goes crashing into Coach O'Hare. Trunk laughs to himself as the referee gives him a slight dressing down. Trunk goes to the outside to retrieve Donnelly. Aidan begins to fight back against the former bodyguard. Trunk is slightly rocked by Aidan's blows. Aidan hits Trunk with a European Uppercut & a Dropkick. Trunk staggers back & falls against the steel secrity railing. Aidan goes runnign at trunk & hits him right in the chest with another Dropkick, crushing Trunk between the rails & his feet. Aidan whips the winded Trunk into the ringpost. Aidan grabs Trunk's head & bashes it against the steel pole before rolling him back into the ring. In the ring, Aidan quicly goes for a cover on Trunk...* 1... 2... KICKOUT! *Aidan is undeterred. He rolls out of the ring again & grabs Trunk's legs. As O'Hare leaps on the apron to distract the ref, Aidan drags Trunk's gonads into the ringpost. The audience lets out a loud "Ooooooooh!". Aidan grabs Trunk's left leg & smashes it against the ringpost before rolling back in again. O'Hare ceases his distraction & dismounts from the apron as Aidan re-enters. Aidan brings Trunk back to his feet, playfully giving the big guy a few slaps in the process, but Aidan grounds Trunk seconds later with a Dragon Screw, seguing seamlessly into a Figure-4 Leg Lock. Aidan is trying to crank the pressure on trunk as much as he can. Trunk is refusing to submit. Trunk lets his guard down momentarily & his shoulders touch the mat...* 1... 2... *Trunk sits up again. The referee keeps his attention focussed on Trunk as Aidan grabs a hold pf the ropes. Aidan drags himself up with the second rope, angling more pressure onto Trunk's legs. Trunk tells the referee to look at Aidan. The ref turns, but sees nothing. The ref questions Aidan as to whether he was using the ropes or not, which Aidan flatly denies. O'Hare gets onto the apron, challenging the referee for questioning the integrity of one of his charges. The referee & O'Hare get into a heated argument as Aidan uses the ropes again. Trunk is REALLY feeling the pain now. Aidan holds tightly to the second rope & again, lets go just a split-second before the referee turns again. The referee thinks better of turning his back on the action again. Aidan seems confident that Trunk is in too much pain to try & break the Figure 4 anyway. Aidan cranks as much pressure on Trunk as he can without using the leverage of the ropes. But Trunk's leg strangth & overall toughness come as a surprise to the Irishman. Trunk begins to turn the hold around. Aidan is trying his best to maintain control of the hold, but Trunk is determined to turn it over. Aidan's efforts are all in vain. Trunk is simply too strong for Aidan to resist. Trunk manages to flip the hold over so that both men's stomachs are facing the mat. Aidan quickly grabs the ropes & the hold is released without delay. However, being in the Figure 4 for such a time may have already taken it's toll on Trunk's knees.* *Trunk gets to his feet, seeming a little unsteady. Aidan races behind Trunk & kicks his left leg out from under him. Trunk goes down instantly. He tries to stand again & Aidan kicks hsi leg once more. As soon as Trunk falls to the ground, Aidan hits the ropes & rebounds dropping his own knees directly onto Trunk's left knee. Trunk grabs at his leg in agony. Aidan doesn't let up on Trunk. he immediately grabs the leg & stomps at it. He twists at Trunk's leg, dropping an elbow right on the knee joint. Aidan stands again, dropping his elbow on the knee once more before applying a Spinning Toe Hold. He twists at the leg with the Toe Hold, turning his back on Trunk. But Trunk uses his free leg to kick Aidan off to the ropes. Trunk forces himself to his feet, using the ropes for support & manages to surprise Aidan with a Samoan Drop. Trunk takes a brief moment to rest his knee, but he has managed to regain control of the match. O'Hare clambers onto the ring apron once again, but Trunk simply charges at the Hurley brandishing Coach & knocks him off the apron with Shoulder Block. The crowd cheer uproariously for Trunk after these actions. The cheers of the audienece seem to be invigorating Trunk. He pushes past the pain in his knees & he floors Aidan with a Lariat as soon as Aidan is back on his feet. Aidan is knocked silly by Trunk. Trunk lifts the dazed Irishman to his feet & sets him up on his shoulders. It seems that Trunk os going for Trunk Buster #2! But before he can swing Aidan around to properly hit the move, Aidan begins manouvering his way out of the predicament & manages to roll trunk over into a Sunset Flip...* 1... 2... KICKOUT! *Both men are back to their feet almost immediately, though it is obvious that Trunk's legs are still bothering him & Aidan is still a tad woozy. Trunk charges right for Aidan aiming for a Shoulder Block like that which his Coach received not too long ago. Aidan dodges by dashing through the ropes. As Aidan congratulates himself a little bit by pointing to his temple making the "I'm so smart" gesture, he fails to notice that Trunk is reaching down through the ropes. Trunk grabs a handful of Aidan's hair & drags him back to the ring apron. Trunk grabs Aidan in a front facelock & hefts the former tag-team champ up for a Suplex. Trunk holds Aidan in the air with only one arm, Bobby Lashley style, but Aidan is kicking his legs & trying with all his might to escape from the Suplex. Eventually, Aidan is able to get enough of a momentum going that he reverses the suplex into a DDT. Both men lie on the mat in exhaustion & the ref starts the 10 count...* 1... 2... 3... 4... 5... 6... *Aidan is beginning to stir* 7... *Aidan rolls over & drapes an arm over Trunk...* 1... 2... SHOULDER UP! *Trunk is still unable to stand properly, but he narrowly managed to avoid the pinfall. Aidan has a look of anger on his face. He slams his palms against the mat in frustration. Trunk is sitting up, but the longer the match lasts, the worse it is for the knees that Donnelly attacked at the beginning of the match. Donnelly himself is nearly out of ways that he can think of to put Trunk away. O'Hare calls to Aidan from the side of the ring. Aidan crawls over to listen to the Coach's whisperings. Donnelly nods his head in understanding & as Trunk gets to his feet, using the ropes for support, Aidan climbs up to the top rope. He leaps off hitting Trunk with a perfectly executed Cross-Body. The ref rushes over to see if Aidan has pinned Trunk, but Trunk rolls through with the momentum of the attack & winds up standing up again holding Aidan in a Fall-Away Slam position. Trunk swings Donnelly around, looking to hit a modified version of Trunk Buster #1! As Trunk spins Aidan, one of Donnelly's legs manages to catch the referee, who got a little to close to the action, in the face. Trunk manages to complete the move anyway & plants Aidan, covering him...* *... There's no count, the referee is out. Trunk goes over to where the referee lies & pokes at him with his boot. O'Hare clambers into the ring awkwardly & is about to strike Trunk with the club when Trunk turns around & spots him. O'Hare stops dead in his tracks & stammers a few words before Trunk grabs O'Hare by the head. Trunk yanks the Hurley from O'Hare's hands & tosses it aside. He places the cowardly Coach on the top turnbuckle as O'Hare prays for his life. Trunk is gesturing that he's going for The Puncture Press... But before he can do anything, Sean McCann hits the ring. He speeds around Trunk & aims to plant him with a Tornado DDT. Sean springs onto Trunk & the two men spin around & around... But Trunk turns the move into another Trunk Buster #1! Sean, in some pain rolls out of the ring as Trunk absorbe the cheers of the crowd, suddenly, the big man is speared by a still bloody & battered Shane Malone! O'Hare dismounts the turnbuckle & revives the referee as Shane drags Aidan over to Trunk's body. Team Ireland exit the ring & the ref makes the count on Trunk...* 1... 2... 3!!! DING-DING-DING! Penzer: Here is your winner... AIIIIIDAAAAAAN... DOOOOOOONN~ELLYYYYY!!! *"Rocky Road To Dublin" begins playing again as O'Hare & Shane help Aidan to his feet. The Team Ireland Captain seems surprised that he managed a win over Trunk. Trunk is just now recovering & can't believe that Team Ireland managed to screw him out of another possible victory. Team Ireland exit up the ramp something sharpish as Trunk glares at them with menace in his eyes.*
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Post by SHOCK_THE_TRUTH.VLTG3 on Jan 17, 2008 23:57:48 GMT -5
SYSTEM STARTUP BEGIN SYSTEM STARTUP FAILS AT LIFE POWERING DOWN TO THE BLUE SCREEN OF DEATH
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Post by The Line on Jan 18, 2008 1:01:22 GMT -5
Gary Micheal Cappetta is backstage with a microphone at the standard EWT interviewing hub, complete with backdrop and a plasma-screen TV as "Insecticidal" Andy Duke is shown walking on screen in casual clothes; a t-shirt and jeans, with a gym bag over one shoulder .GMC: Gary Micheal Cappetta here, and Andy Duke, may I have a word? Duke: Sure. Shoot, man. GMC: After your win last week, what are your plans in EWT now? Duke: Well, let me first do this....( Andy Duke drops his gym bag)...Now that that's taken care of, I'd like to say DAMN, it feels great to win again. But onto more serious business items.... The overhead lights flicker. Duke: Anyway, like I was saying, I fully intend to carry out a full-scale investigation onto exactly who attacked me last month in my hospital room. I shall not rest... Once again, the overheads flicker, and then blackout for a brief second or two.Duke: Gary, whats with the lights? GMC: Beats me...so what were you saying. Duke: Ah yes. I shall not rest until I find the person or person's behind the attack. Once again the lights go out, but this time, they stay out. Eerie Cello Music begins to play, as static comes over the plasma screen. A video then comes on, with the following text coming on screen.An All-Points Bulliten for the One Who Calls Himself Insecticidal. Your Search Ends. For it Was Me...No...WE, Who Attacked You. Not for Selfish Gain, but to Purge EWT of an Evil. EWT Needs Heroes....... And They Just Found Them. The lights come back on, and the plasma returns to static. Andy looks as though he's seen a ghost.GMC: Andy...Andy! Fade to Black
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Post by Hensley on Jan 18, 2008 2:29:57 GMT -5
Howard Finkel: Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is scheduled for one fall, and it has a twenty minute time limit. Introducing first, hailing from Richmond, Virginia, he weighed in this morning at approximately two hundred and fifty-two pounds...Haaardcooore HENSLEY!!!
"Fury of the Storm" plays, and Hensley appears on the entrance stage, his arms flailing about as usual. His fans start a "HARDCORE HENSLEY!", followed by five claps, chant that lasts throughout his way down the ramp. He slides into the ring then pushes himself up, his arms held high.
Joey Styles: Hardcore Hensley is in the building, folks!
John Bradshaw Layfield: Judging by his custom antics, you'd never believe the s*** he went through last week.
Styles: And for those that were unfortunate enough to do so, let's take you back to what went down following Hensley's bout against Liam O'Neill.
We go right to Jacob Leonard's final words before Hensley levels him with a clothesline. He lays waste to him with his footwear until their brawl escalates into the crowd. A few moments later, Hensley is shown giving his obnoxious roar up top the abnormally large ladder. With that, he drops off with a HUGE leg drop onto the chest of Leonard. They crash through the wooden table, and we fade back out to the ring.
Styles: Interesting stuff there, John.
JBL: Took the words straight out of my mouth, Joey.
Fink: And now, introducing his opponent, he hails from Jacksonville, Florida, and weighed in this morning at two hundred and eighty-nine pounds...Tysonnn TOMKO!!!
"Screwed" begins as Tomko charges out from behind the curtains. He quickly heads for the ring, his eyes fixed upon Hensley. His mere look sends a cold, chilling feel down Hensley's spine. Tomko climbs the apron, and enters the ring, not even bothering to glance at the crowd. The referee steps between the two combatants, ordering each one to his respective corner. After a brief check, he signals for the bell.
Singles Match (20 Minute Time Limit) Hardcore Hensley vs Tyson Tomko
Hensley goes to circle his opponent, but Tomko almost immediately charges him. Tomko's aggressiveness nearly catches Hensley off guard, but he manages to roll out of the way of an incoming clothesline attempt. Tomko turns, and charges him again. This time, Hensley ducks then turns Tomko around himself, and unloads upon him with big right hands. He gets a trio in, and pits Tomko up against the corner, but The Insurance Policy reverses, and tosses Hensley into the corner. Hensley gets socked in the mouth with some legit stiff shots before Tomko Irish whips him to the opposite corner. He rushes him seeking another clothesline, but he meets Hensley's boot. Tomko backs off momentarily, and Hensley hops up onto the second rope. As soon as Tomko turns, he leaps off looking for a tornado DDT. Tomko successfully catches him just before he gets planted though, and lifts him back up into the air. A shot of Hensley's face pretty much says it all, and Tomko slams him down with a hard spine buster. Hensley rolls around in agony while Tomko holds for a breather.
Styles: Tomko's giving Hensley his money's worth here in the early going!
JBL: There's noway Hensley's one hundred percent either, so Tomko's power offense is going to be highly effective in this one.
Tomko pulls Hensley up to his feet, and sticks his knee into his gut. Hensley drops to one knee, and Tomko starts hammering down on his right shoulder. He jams it with his knee a couple of times then bashes it with his forearm. He twists his whole arm around, but Hensley struggles valiantly. He pops Tomko a few times with his left forearm, but The Problem Solver keeps his other arm twisted.
Styles: Hensley better think of something quick, or Tomko's liable to break his arm off!
JBL: Tomko's the kind of guy that'll break off your arm then proceed to beat the holy hell out of you with it!
Luckily, Hensley flips himself over, breaking the hold. He spins himself around, calf sweeping Tomko to the mat in the process. Hensley gives his shoulder a small check before springing off to the ropes. Tomko gets up, but Hensley dodges another clothesline try. When he comes back, Tomko eats a spinning heel kick that knocks him out onto the apron. Hensley heads off to the other side of ropes, and speeds at Tomko. He heaves himself over the top rope, looking for a cross body of all things, but Tomko catches him yet again. The crowd sit in awe at Tomko's strength as he places Hensley across his shoulders. Hensley wiggles for freedom, but Tomko's grasp is unbreakable. He falls off to the floor, spinning Hensley around along the way then plants him with a cutter just before they meet the concrete.
Styles: OH MY GOD!!!
JBL: Dear Lord...
Hensley's head seems to ricochet off of the floor, and a trickle of blood slides down the center of his face. Tomko sees his doing, and openly laughs about it. The fans at ringside cover their mouth in horror of Hensley's motionless body. Tomko stands tall, and plays it up to the crowd, who return him with deafening jeers. Tomko grins around the EWT Arena then turns his attention back to Hensley, who still remains motionless. Tomko drags Hensley back up to his feet, and hoists him above his head. He push presses Hensley above his head as though he was a tree branch. He even goes onto Military press the fallen, to no delight of the viewers. Alas, Tomko drops Hensley back to his chest then gives him a fall away slam that sends Hensley flying over the top rope, back into the ring. He smacks off of the canvas, giving his fans even more to worry about.
Styles: Tomko's pure muscle.
JBL: He's just toying with Hensley's lifeless body.
Tomko doesn't bother to aggravate the crowd this time, knowing he's done all he's needed to do, and so he simply slides into the ring. He places his massive hands onto Hensley's chest, and the ref moves down for the count.
1...
2...
NO!!!
Styles: That's heart.
JBL: That's foolish!
The fans rise from their seats with excitement, and several chants for the underdog start up. Meanwhile, Tomko sits in disbelief. He stares blankly at the ref who just repeats the near fall to him. As Tomko shakes his head, Hensley crawls over to the ropes. He pulls himself up to his feet, but Tomko meets him with some rights. He tries to Irish whip him across the ring, but Hensley reverses. Tomko comes back looking for another clothesline, but Hensley spins around the big man, hooking his arms around his waist. Trapped, Tomko raises his eyebrows in curiosity at what his opposition has planned. Suddenly, Hensley flings Tomko backwards with an unbelievable German suplex. Tomko comes inches away to landed on his neck, and literally folds over into the nearest corner. The crowd hop up and down, cheering Hensley on further and further.
JBL: These people are only feeding Hensley further towards his demise.
Styles: What match are you watching, JBL?!
Both competitors lay still for a moment, and the official begins his mandatory ten count.
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2...
3...
4...
5...
6...
On the sixth one, Tomko seems to snap out of his little slumber. He pulls himself up to his feet, and eyes Hensley carefully.
7...
8...
Tomko and the ref trade glances as Tomko decides to continue his punishment on Hensley. He heads over to him, despite the ref's disapproval, but just as he makes it over to him, Hensley springs himself up to his feet. Tomko, and even the official, drop their jaws, and the crowd go into a frenzy!
Styles: Whoa!
JBL: Where is this coming from?!
Hensley shoots Tomko his patented devilish grin, and it sends Tomko into utter rage, to say the least. He dashes at Hensley instantly, but Hensley's ready. Hensley halts him with a quick kick to the gut that keeps Tomko in the distance. Hensley falls back against the ropes then speeds at him. Tomko copies him, hoping for a running front power slam of sorts, but Hensley leaps up onto his shoulders. Out of nowhere, he snaps off a hurricanrana that places Tomko again on the apron, hanging on for dear life. Hensley rises back up, and executes a picture perfect drop kick that sends Tomko to the floor. He hops up and down inside the ring, getting the crowd pumped along with himself. He takes a quick look over at his opponent then heads back off to the ropes. He comes back, flipping himself over the top rope. The two crash and burn on the concrete once more!
Styles: Hensley's got the entire arena buzzing!
JBL: I don't know what happened when Hensley's head bounced off that concrete, but whatever it was, it obviously didn't hurt!
The fans are raving over Hensley's performance, and clap it up, cheering him to get up, and finish off Tomko. Slowly, they both make it to their feet. After a short exchange of words, they each trade several lethal rights. Surprisingly, Hensley gains the upper hand, and after a trio of shots, he steps back with his fist raised high. He comes back, and drops Tomko to the floor. His homage to the Rock pays off, and the fans are still standing, pleading for more! Hensley picks Tomko up, and rolls him into the ring. Hensley climbs to the top rope, dancing his way there, in homage to another legend. Once up top, he gives out a small cry, "Viva La Raza!". With that, Hensley jumps away after Tomko, nearly three quarters across the ring, connecting beautifully with a frog splash that would put a smile on the late Eddie Guerrero from the Heavens above! Hensley doesn't even sell any after effects, and instead just hooks the leg.
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3!!!
WINNER: Hardcore Hensley @ 15:16 via pinfall
Fink: Your winner...Haaardcooore HENSLEY!!!
Styles: Wow, John, just...wow.
JBL: That's definitely something I have yet to witness, until tonight.
The referee raises Hensley's arm, and through the blood still racing down his face, Hensley cracks a decent smile. His growing fans clap it up for him, and the crowd chant his name. He plays to them until we cut to a commercial break.
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Maelstrom
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The Tide Will Turn!
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Post by Maelstrom on Jan 18, 2008 7:23:51 GMT -5
(We return to ringside, on commentary duty is good ol’JR and Jesse ‘The Body’ Ventura and in the ring we have Howard Finkel)
THE FINK: Ladies and gentlemen it is now time for the main event!
*Crowd cheers*
THE FINK: The following bout is for one fall and is for the EWT World Heavyweight Championship … it should also be noted that if there Is any interference in this match both men will lose there place in the next PPV and the title will be vacated.
*More cheers as the lights begin to dim*
THE FINK: Introducing first the challenger …
*The familiar music of ‘Apocalypse Please’ can be heard as the stage begins to collect a blue mist which slowly rises towards the rafters. When it reaches a fare height pyrotechnics explode and through the mist appears …*
THE FINK: Weighing in at around 294lbs, he hails from The Aquarium … This is Maelstrom!!
*The crowd cheers loudly as the man from the depths heads to the ring, he climbs up the steps and into the ring before acknowledging the crowd support. He then turns to face the ramp way.*
THE FINK: and his opponent …
* The lights switch and "Testify" by Rage Against The Machines blasts through the speakers*
THE FINK: hailing from Airstrip One, he weighs in at 234lbs, he is leader and one holder of the EWT Stable Titles and also the EWT World Heavyweight Champion … he is Joe One!
*Out from the back walks the champion Joe One! He ignores the fans and there jeering and booing being above such filth. He climbs the steps and enters the ring not taking his eyes off his opponent.*
JR: Hello everyone, I’m JR and alongside me tonight is Jesse ‘The Body’ Ventura!
VENTURA: Your right Ross, I’m here to give these people the real deal on these two men in the ring. On one side we have the confident and dominating monster know as Maelstrom and on the other the sneaky, ruthless champion of EWT Joe One!
JR: That’s right a real main event classic tonight with champion against former champion. This is also Maelstrom’s first shot at the title since Ratings decided to interfere in his affairs and you know Maelstrom wants his title back around his waist.
VENTURA: His title? Ross Joe one has made the title his own, he has defeated all comers. Maelstrom is the past this man is the future of EWT.
JR: You maybe right Jesse, but these two have never met in true one on one competition.
VENTURA: Yeah Ross, and I frankly find that astounding as both these men are at the top of there game, both determined to win at any cost.
*Back in the ring the referee holds up the belt , the crowd gives a cheer for the EWT World Heavyweight Belt as the two men face down each other in the middle of the ring. The referee calls for the bell.*
*The Bell Rings*
Maelstrom and Joe One stand almost toe to toe the crowd is on edge as Maelstrom looks down at his opponent. Joe One stares right back not to be intimidated. Both men back up slightly before locking up, Joe One and Maelstrom try to gain a leverage but for a minute or so neither wants to break it up. Joe One then gains the advantage as he grabs a hold of an arm and tries to lock it down in an armbar, but maelstrom is having none of that so early on and clobbers Joe One hitting the back of his head. Joe One breaks the hold and then slowly backs up looks to the side and the ground before lashing out with a right hand and we are away. Maelstrom and Joe pound away here with fists flying in this brawl.
JR: Not sure if this is wise on Joe One’s part, you don’t want to get into a brawl with Maelstrom.
VENTURA: Don’t count out our champion, he can brawl with the best of them.
Joe and Maelstrom are still exchanging rights, but Maelstrom is certainly getting the better of Joe here as his right find there mark. Joe sis forced back into the corner form the onslaught as Maelstrom continues to dish out the shots. Joe eventually stops this with a block and starts hammering on Maelstrom with some right so of his own. Maelstrom not impressed grabs a hold of Joe One and hurls him into the corner by his neck. He follows with a knee to the chest before mounting the 2nd rope and throwing down more punches the fans count along …
1 …2 …3 …4 …5 … 6… 7… 8…. 9 … 10
Maelstrom hops back down and gives a signal to the crowd who eat this up as Joe One tries to stay standing. Maelstrom not wasting time charges in looking for a clothesline, but Joe one dips out of the way and Maelstrom collides with turnbuckle, he stumbles back as Joe one tries for a quick roll up.
1 … 2,
Maelstrom kicks out easily enough and both men are back on there feet, but not for long as Joe One scissors Maelstrom’s legs sending him face first into the canvas which Joe quickly leaps upon applying a rear chinlock..
VENTURA: You see that’s a true champion, going for the chinlock there to wear down the head so the First Lightning can get the job done later in the match.
Joe cranks back on the chinlock only to find his ring footing vanishing. Maelstrom has got up despite having a 230 pound man on his back, Maelstrom grabs at the head of Joe One and hurls him over his shoulders to the canvas and then drops an elbow. Joe one clutches his chest as Maelstrom uses the ropes for a bit of momentum and then leaps height and lands with a legdrop across the chest, Maelstrom then covers.
1 … 2,
Joe One kicks out, Maelstrom takes him up by the head but Joe one pokes him in the eye. The referee admonishes Joe One, but he ignores this as he lashes out with a kick to the gut and then tries to suplex Maelstrom. Maelstrom blocks the attempted throw and instead flings Joe into the ropes, Joe comes back and aims with a flying headbutt only for Maelstrom to throw a punch. Fist meets head and neither competitor is terribly happy about the outcome.
JR: I think Maelstrom may have injured his hand in that exchange Jesse.
VENTURA: Your right Ross, he has and that’s his big right too, looks like Joe One has taken the advantage in most unexpected way.
Maelstrom clutches his hand as Joe one comes into capitalise only to get a large boot to the head for his trouble. Maelstrom covers …
1 … 2,
Joe One kicks out and rolls out of the ring as Maelstrom follows. Joe One trying to get his bearings turns to find Maelstrom Joe lashes out with a wild swinging haymaker but Maelstrom ducks the punch and nails Joe One with an atomic drop sending him right next to the ring post. Maelstrom confident walks up and throws a hard right, no Joe One has avoided it and Maelstrom only succeeds in punching the metal ring post! Maelstrom shouts out in pain as his hand is even more injured, Joe One takes the opportunity to kick Maelstrom and then drop him with a DDT on the outside. Joe One rolls inside as the Referee starts a ten count …
1 … 2 …. 3 …. 4 …
VENTURA: This is why Joe One is champ Ross, he doesn’t need to pin this man all he needs to do is get him counted out.
Maelstrom is back up, only to find two feet hitting him in the chest, Joe One had hit him with a sliding dropkick from within the ring. Maelstrom staggers back first into the railing.
5 … 6 … 7 …
Maelstrom looks annoyed as he pushes himself back into this match and up onto the apron. Joe One attempts more of an assault but Maelstrom catches him in the gut with a shoulder before climbing back in the ring. Joe one now bent double gives Maelstrom the opening he needs as he sets him up for and nails a gutwrench suplex.
JR: Shades of Big John Studd there …
The move sent Joe One into the ropes so no pinfall can be made. Maelstrom follows and lifts him up for another, but Joe isn’t having it and elbows Maelstrom in the side. Maelstrom lets go of the body lock but still catches Joe with a left handed chop.
*The crowd goes Woooooo*
Maelstrom heads to the turnbuckle and climbs up to the 2nd rope, he measures Joe and leaps looking for one of his patented Double Axehandle but Joe isn’t so easily distracted by a mere chop and catches Maelstrom in the abdomen with a punch. The attack stalled Joe One latches on and piledrives Maelstrom into the canvas. Maelstrom is down and Joe One is now in control as he watches his opponent carefully. Maelstrom gets to his feet groggy and Joe one then latches on a cobra clutch! … Maelstrom tries to fight it but with an injured hand and still feeling the affects of the piledriver he is no condition to change the situation, especially as Joe One switches his Cobra Clutch into a bulldog onto the canvas. Maelstrom is barely spitting out the ring floor dust when Joe One stomps on the back of his head before applying a camel clutch!
JR: Not often you see Joe One using a Camel Clutch.
As if to suggest this isn’t a favoured move of the Champion, Maelstrom frees his arms and pries’s Joes hands from off his chin and then knocks him off with a back elbow. Maelstrom gets back to his feet only to be greeted with a sharp right to the face from Joe. Maelstrom holds his jaw and then turns back and asks for another. Joe obliges but his arm gets caught by Maelstrom who spins him around and locks in a dragon sleeper!!
VENTURA: He can’t do that! The First Lightning is Joe’s finishing manoeuvre!
JR: You forget Jesse, Maelstrom has been known to use the Dragon Sleeper as well, he calls it the Water on the Brain!
Joe is in trouble here as in the centre of the ring he has no ropes to break the hold and Maelstrom is as strong as they come. Maelstrom drops Joe down to the canvas the move still locked in. Knowing his title and goals are on the line is all that matters to Joe as he fights the hold and ignores the unrelenting chants of the fans for him to ‘tap out’. Joe manages to use his legs in a display of sheer flexibility and locks them over Maelstrom’s head bring him over and into a pinning predicament.
1 … 2,
Maelstrom escapes the pin and both men get to there feet. Maelstrom is first to react as he grabs a hold of Joe by the arm, only for Joe to twist Maelstrom’s arm himself. Maelstrom his right hand hurting manages to clothesline Joe One out of this technical wrestling attempt and then whip him into the ropes. Joe comes back and ducks the big clothesline attempt, using the ropes on the other side he catches Maelstrom with a clothesline of his own sending the big man down. Maelstrom is possibly seeing stars, he certainly will be soon as Joe lifts him up into an airplane spin … round and round they go … until Joe stops and aims for the Death Valley Driver. Maelstrom drops out of this though and seems unaffected by the airplane spin unlike Joe.
JR: Years using the Whirlpool powerbomb has clearly given Maelstrom a better reaction time to bouts of dizziness.
Ventura: Not to mention all that time in the ocean, nausea is probably not an ailment that affects the so called master of the current.
Joe trying to regain his balance fails to see Maelstrom come in kick him in the stomach and lift him up into a powerbomb position … which slowly begins to spin .. and spin … and spin … and spin …
VENTURA: I think I might be getting seasick.
JR: I think Joe may be turning green, Jesse.
Maelstrom brings Joe down with impact, the referee makes the count …
1 … 2 … thr----
No! Joe One has managed to reach out and touch the ropes with his finger tips!
JR: Would you look at that, finger tips Jesse!
VENTURA: That’s all you need Ross, all you have to do I touch the ropes. That’s why Joe One is champion.
Maelstrom is not impressed by this and drags Joe One by the feet to the centre of the ring. He brings him up to a standing position and signals for a second whirlpool. Joe One takes this moment to lash out with a thrust to the gullet. Maelstrom staggers away struggling to breathe as the referee once again warns Joe One. Joe follows after Maelstrom but after just taking a Whirlpool is not in the best of shape. Maelstrom faces his opponent but clutches his throat which gives Joe the opportunity to throw some punches and then whipping Maelstrom into the ropes. Maelstrom comes back and Joe is waiting and nails him with a spinebuster. Not letting up Joe swiftly latches on the First Lightning!!
VENTURA: He’s got it locked on!! He has it locked on! This move has kept that title around his waist for so long now it’s like second nature to him!
Maelstrom is in the centre of the ring and fading fast, the fans can be heard chanting his name but the face of Maelstrom suggests the lights are going out fast. The referee checks the arm …
First ... it falls …
Second … it falls …
Third … It fal-no wait there’s something stirring in the deep there. The referee says no as Maelstrom begins to feel the crowd behind him. Joe One never a man to worry about what the crowd thinks tightens his grip but Maelstrom it seems won’t be denied and shakes off Joe One as if in a feeding frenzy. Joe One can’t believe it, but then makes a smart move by stamping on Maelstrom’s injured hand! … Maelstrom’s is in agony as Joe One grins a sneer of a smile. He measures Maelstrom and stamps on the hand again and again. Maelstrom is in pain but his face tells a different story that Joe may have missed …
VENTURA: Look at that, Maelstrom is at Joe’s mercy, you injure a body part and then the match is yours Ross.
JR: I don’t think that’s a look of pain Jesse, more like a look of seething anger.
Joe brings up his foot for another heel to hand pain maker, down it comes and … Maelstrom caught it with his left. Maelstrom gets up from the floor Joe’s Foot in his hand and a face of menace. The face of a man who betrayed friends and crushed the competition back when he was champion. Joe tries to beg off but only gets a hard clothesline for his trouble. Maelstrom grabs the back of Joe’s head and then plants him with a reverse DDT followed by a cover …
1 … 2 …
No wait Joe has reversed the cover into one of his own, and he’s using the ropes!
1 … 2 …
Maelstrom still kicks out, much to the frustration of the champion. Maelstrom charges n but Joe is ready despite the fatigue and belly to belly suplexes him. Maelstrom crashes into the mat as Joe One points at his foe and claims this is then end. Joe takes Maelstrom up between his legs and lifts …
JR: Can he do it?
VENTURA: Looks like he’s going to Ross, one powerbomb coming right up!
Joe has maelstrom up on his shoulders and bring s him down ... no wait Maelstrom has locked in a triangle choke during the downward plummet. Maelstrom has it locked in good and tight too … the referee circles the two men as looking for an outcome … Maelstrom has Joe One … Joe One arches forward …
The referee drops to the mat and begins a pin count.
1 …2 …3!
No wait look Joe One is tapping out, everyone can see it.
The Bell Rings
JR: Who one Jesse?
VENTURA: I have no idea …
*The referee is talking to Howard Finkel, and the time keeper as another referee runs down to the back to explain what he saw. In the ring Maelstrom is sitting up right tired out but still conscious, unlike Joe One who is practically flat out. Back on the outside and the two referees are getting agitated with each other.*
THE FINK: The result of this match ….
*One referee takes exception to being called incompetent and slugs the other and we have a full on referee ruckus!!*
THE FINK: …. Is it has been ruled that Joe one is the winner by pinfall! … Therefore Joe One is … Still EWT World Heavyweight Champion!
*The crowd boos the result as ‘Testify’ comes out form the speakers for Joe One. Maelstrom can’t believe it, he knows he had Joe One’s number, but Joe One was smart enough to tip the balance during the submission and get the pinfall. As the rest of Minipax head to ring to check on there leader now the match is over, an angry Maelstrom grabs a hold of Joe One who has just barely got up and chokeslams him in pure frustration. Maelstrom then leaves as ‘Apocalypse Please’ begins to play. The rest of Minipax help Joe One up who can only look on Maelstrom who points at him from the ramp way as he walks to the back. *
MAELSTROM: Next time Joe, Net time your mine. The Tide Will Turn!
* Maelstrom and Joe face off from different camera angles, the main event of common Ground has just heated up.*
(fade to black)
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Post by raftshack on Jan 18, 2008 23:20:40 GMT -5
Announcer: The following tag team contest is scheduled for one fall... and it is for the EWT Tag Team Championships!
Apache starts up on the Toomitron, as the crowd cheers, having missed this team, only to have them emerge from the back in an understandably less wacky manner, simply marching out, the two of them looking as pissed as possible, a very rare sight from the team. They look at each other, giving a rather twisted sneer to each of their faces, before they simply sprint down to the ring, sliding inside, walking over to the ropes and leaning over, watching quite closely on the outside. Clearly they aren't amused with TJT's tactics causing them to miss their title opportunity at Season's Beatings.
Announcer: Introducing the challengers, from Foreign Alien Island, at a combined weight of 399 pounds, Zeleke and Faboon... Team Raft Shack!
The Raft Shackian look at each other, as they are more then ready to pay back the champions and take their titles this time. They don't have to wait too long, as Welcome to the Fold by Filter starts up on the Toomitron, the crowd already booing loudly. The tag team champions emerge, clad in their pre entrance jackets, as they strut quite proudly down toward the ring, when their expressions suddenly change a bit, as the trio look in the ring at their opponent's, who indeed look more rabid than usual. Jason and Jimmy give each other a quick glance of caution, but quickly shake off the feeling, as they make their way down the aisle.
Announcer: And the opponents, accompanied by Terina, from San Diego, California, at a combined weight of 456 pounds, they are the EWT Tag Team Champions, Jason Jupiter and Jimmy Thunder, TJT!
TJT starts to head into the ring, only to get cut off immediately with a pair of suicide dives from the Raft Shackians, as Terina looks on in shock at this, the two crazed individuals now starting to beat senselessly on the champions with some blatant fists, TJT quickly pushing them off, as he stagger back, very caught off guard by this. As the pair rise back up and glare, still with those twisted grins, as they charge in again, nailing some stereo flying forearms, once again taking down the pair, as TJT rolls off to the side, not even out of their entrance attire yet. They look on in anger, as they sit back up, ripping off their jackets, as Raft Shack watches, both men charging, only to get caught this time, as both TJT members launch them up high for a pair of flapjacks into the barricade... both members connecting into it, as TJT quickly slides into the ring, handing their titles off to Terina, as Raft Shack rises back up quite quickly, too overcome with rage it seems to go down so soon. They slide in after, as Jason looks at Jimmy, as they back off into their corner, discussing a game plan, as Zeleke and Faboon slink over to their corner of the ring, both laying in wait, Faboon being the first to start for his side. Jimmy steps forward for his own team, now just as annoyed as their opponents, as they both charge toward each other.
Jimmy makes a grab, but Faboon slips between his legs, popping up and nailing a dropkick to the back, sending Jimmy stumbling forward, as he turns around, walking right into a crossbody but his quicker adversary! He immediately goes for a pin! 1.....2
Jimmy quickly powers out, sending Faboon flying, but quickly springing back to his feet, as Jimmy watches, wondering what the hell got into these two. He rises back up, only to get a series of quick kicks to the legs, as he acks, staggering back a bit, as Faboon keeps aiming them, Jimmy managing to catch one, only for Faboon to counter, nailing a swift enziguri to the side of the head! Jimmy gasps in pain, as Faboon grins, kipping back up and looking down with glee, as Jimmy groans, rising back up and rubbing his head. Faboon charges again, but Jimmy sidesteps him, Faboon however leaping atop the turnbuckle nearby, then springing off as he turns around, snapping off a Top Rope Hurracanrana! Jimmy goes sailing forward, as he rises back up, grasping the neck further, then watching as Faboon charges again, nailing a headbutt right to the stomach, knocking the wind out of him, as he hunches over, Faboon getting back up and tagging in Zeleke, who springs off the top rope, coming off with a Mushroom Stomp across Jimmy's back, sending him down flat! Jimmy rises back up, as he stumbles toward his own corner, Zeleke simply watching, also back on his feet. He then immediately runs over and tags out.
Jason climbs into the ring, as he walks forward, Zeleke giggling to himself, with a twisted smile, as he bounces back and forth in place, in a bit of a boxing pose. as Jason walks forward, Zeleke aiming a dropkick, Jason managing to duck it. However he then springs back up, wrapping his legs around Jason's neck, in some kind of vice, as Jason gasps, looking down, as he grabs those legs, quickly prying his smaller opponent off. Zeleke rolls back to his feet, as Jason grabs him upon rising, nailing a blatant fist to the face, as Zeleke goes down hard. He turns around, looking at Jimmy and smirking, before he suddenly gets rolled up in a school boy! 1.....2
Jason kicks out, as Zeleke looks down at him, grinning and waving back down, as Jupiter growls a bit, rising back to his feet, nailing a quick knee to the stomach of Zeleke, then scooping him up and snapping off a quick suplex. He walks over, grabbing Zeleke by the legs, delivering a particularly angry 10 Stomps of Pain, as Zeleke grasps at those legs slightly, Jason grabbing them and looking for a Boston Crab now, only for him to quickly push off, sending Jason stumbling forward, as he rises back up, quickly spinning around, then aiming another dropkick, nailing Jason in the back, sending him back against the ropes. He turns around, immediately getting assaulted with a vicious flurry of forearms, then sending him off the ropes, looking for a hurracanrana as he comes back. Jason however counters it, turning it into a vicious Powerbomb, as he looks down, rubbing his head in annoyance. He immediately grabs the pink haired warrior, pulling him up and launching a few stiff European Uppercuts, knocking him back with each one. He then grabs him by the head, unleashing a quick series of knees to the face, the last one putting him back on the mat. Jason comes off the ropes, as Jimmy tags himself in, Jason nailing a Knee Drop to the stomach, Zeleke clutching the area, as Jimmy comes off the ropes soon after, with a jumping elbow to the area, as Zeleke looks on in pain. He then rises back up, following up with three more, before dropping atop, looking for a cover. 1....2
Zeleke kicks out. Jimmy looks at Jason, who nods, the bigger man hoisting the acrobatic pig up in his arms, charging forward and driving him back first into the turnbuckle, then unleashing a quick series of fists to the stomach, driving more and more air out of their opponent, as Jason tags himself back in. Jimmy yanks Zeleke out of the corner, into a tight bearhug, as he starts wrenching and squeezing the air out of him, as he gasps in pain, desperately trying to wriggle free. Jupiter meanwhile watches on, as he backs up, Faboon meanwhile watching in anger, probably not as concerned about his tag partner as he is about the chance of losing another title shot. Eventually Jimmy sets Zeleke down, who stumbles around, stepping back, as Jason nails a vicious Superkick, the force sending Zeleke flying back into the turnbuckle, as he groans, slumping down against the corner. Jason immediately sprints forward, nailing a front dropkick right to the face, as Zeleke groans, rubbing at that face, as Jason yanks him up by the arm, whipping him off the ropes, grabbing him as he comes back for a Sidewalk Slam! Zeleke however blocks it, countering with some quick elbows to the side of the head, dropping behind and grabbing Jason by the head, nailing a desperate Bulldog, planting Jason face first, as he looks over, cackling for some reason, rubbing at his head and chest, slowly rising back up and charging over to tag in Faboon. Faboon vaults into the ring, charging and nailing a dropkick to the face of the downed Jason, sending him rolling out of the ring, as he rises back up, charging to the other side of the ring and springing off the ropes, nailing a dropkick to Jimmy as he stands on the apron! The crowd cheers, as Faboon starts twitching for some reason, then vaults over the ropes, looking for a Somersault Plancha, taking a rising Thunder back down. He grins, when Terina comes up from behind, Faboon glances back briefly, as he notices this, then turns around, Jason Jupiter nailing an obliterating knee to the gut, sending him inside out! Jason growls, scooping him up, throwing him back into the ring, as he looks down at the crazed white haired being.
Faboon slowly rises back up, as Jimmy returns to the ring apron, clutching at his own chest and back a bit. Jason grabs him quickly, following with another series of knees to the stomach, doing further damage, as he follows up, hoisting him back into the air, dropping him for a Rib Breaker, as Faboon gasps in pain, rolling off to the side, Jason once again tagging out, as Jimmy mounts and begins punching relentlessly at the downed opponent, whose quite defenseless. He yanks him back up, slinging him up atop his shoulders into a Torture Rack, immediately trying to break him in half, as Faboon wriggles desperately, trying to kick his way free, but to no avail, as Jimmy clutches him tightly, still stretching and bending him, as he steps away from the ropes with him on his back, showing off his power, as he keeps cranking away, Thunder stopping in the middle of the ring, as he keeps cranking away. He then pulls him off, dropping him with a Pendulum Backbreaker, Faboon yelping in pain! Jimmy drops down, looking for the cover. 1....2..
Faboon manages to the get the shoulder up. Thunder looks down, pulling him back up, as he drags him back over and tags in Jason. He shoves him forward, as Jason grabs him quickly, hot shotting him off the top rope, as Jimmy comes back off the ropes, nailing a knee to the back, completing Ball Lightning. Faboon grasps at that back further, as he stumbles right into Thunder's grip again, who sends him off the ropes again, as TJT both charge forward, for 2 Miles to Hell. Faboon however manages to dive right between them, rolling to his feet, grasping back further, then charging full speed, nailing a Baseball Slide kick of his own to Thunder's leg, sending him tumbling! Faboon then starts quickly crawling to his tag team partner, who holds his arm out outstretched, eager to get back in. However Jason grabs on that leg, pulling Faboon back away from the corner, then dropping an elbow across the back, as Faboon yelps in pain, stopping in his tracks. Jason tugs him back over to their corner, as Jimmy rises back up, rubbing that leg a bit. Jason immediately hoists Faboon back up, dropping him down fro a Gut Buster, as he clutches further at the area. Jason then immediately grabs and takes him into a Mexican Surfboard, as he starts trying to do even further damage to the helpless Faboon.
He keeps trying to yank and tug back on those arms, as he pushes hard into that back, looking to be trying to snap him in half. Faboon growls, as he tries to rock free, Jason of course, holding on tight. as he now reaches up, transitioning and applying a neck lock as well, as he does even further damage, Faboon cringing in pain, as he tries to resist tapping out. Zeleke continues watching on, stomping on the apron eagerly, as he desperately wants in this match. Jason continues trying to break Faboon in half, but the wily being fights back, elbowing desperately, as he manages to loosen his grip, then sliding off, rolling off to the mat. Jason groans, immediately reaching out and grabbing the leg, as he holds him still, Faboon however fighting out of this, rolling through and escaping his grip, as he lunges out, making the tag!
Zeleke charges into the ring, as Jason charges, Zeleke aiming a kick, which Jason ducks under, however Zeleke quickly transitions into a drop toe hold, taking Jason face first to the mat! He pops back up, nailing another dropkick to the face, as Jason gasps in pain, rubbing that face, the fool then coming back off the ropes, then diving and nailing a forearm to the face, as Jason lays, the latter grasping further. Zeleke cackles, tugging him back to his feet, then grabbing him for a neckbreaker, Jason quickly pushing him off toward the ropes, grabbing him as he comes back for a Tilt A Whirl Backbreaker, Zeleke however countering, landing and nailing a Russian Leg Sweep instead! He immediately leaps back up and snaps off a Moonsault Press, as he looks for a quick cover. 1....2...
Jason kicks out. Zeleke rolls back off him, as he pulls him up by the head, snapping off a quick jumping neckbreaker, planting Jason once again, as he groans, clutching at that area. Jimmy charges into the ring, only for Faboon to come in, cutting him off with a jumping enziguri! Jimmy stops, then drops, as Faboon nods, Zeleke yanking Jason up, as they start kicking away, nailing a kick from front to back, legs to chest, before finishing off their Halt Grinder, sending Jason down and out. He cringes in pain, as Faboon rubs his back, exiting the ring, as Zeleke goes for the cover. 1....2....
NO! Jason gets the shoulder up. Zeleke looks on in shock, as Jason slowly rises back up, only for Zeleke to immediately grab him by the front, sending him sailing with a Monkey Flip! Jason acks, landing on his face, as Faboon springs atop the top turnbuckle, leaping off for and connecting with the Crashing Helicopter Crunch! Jason gasps in pain as Faboon clutches the area, obviously more concerned about beating TJT then his health, as Zeleke charges over after, springing atop the turnbuckle, then leaping off with a Corkscrew Moonsault! Jason however gets his knees up this time, just barely, as he groans, rolling out of the ring once more, as he drops down, clutching his chest. Zeleke groans, rising back up slowly himself, as he clutches his own chest, turning around right into a Lariat out of nowhere from Thunder, sending him down and out! Jimmy smirks, yanking him up and signaling outside to Terina, who grabs and helps Jason back into the ring, as Jimmy hoists him up for a Crucifix Powerbomb, Jason slowly staggering forward, grabbing and connecting with Thunder has Struck to Jupiter! Jason grins triumphantly, as he drops atop, while Jimmy rolls outside, taking care of Faboon on the outside. 1.....2....3
NO! Zeleke manages to get his foot on the bottom rope at the last second. Jason can't believe this, as he slams the mat with frustration, reaching down to drag Zeleke away, only to get caught in a small package! 1.....2.....3
NO! Jason just barely escapes in time, as he rolls away, sitting up and looking on in annoyance. Jason growls, slowly rising back up and tugging Zeleke with him, hoisting him high, only for him to counter once more with the Dizzy Spineroo Driver! He spikes Jason into the mat, then slowly crawling over to make the cover. 1....2.....3
But before the referee can finish the count, he gets yanked out of the ring! The person having doing so stands up, donning what appears to be a royal silver robe, complete with a crown and a hood of some sort, as Faboon looks on, wondering what's going on, when Jimmy nails him from behind with a Northern lariat. Faboon goes down in a heap, as Zeleke lays prone on the mat. However, just as the referee's down, the Platinum Punisher slides into the ring! He immediately scoops Zeleke up, hoisting him high, then dropping him with a merciless Steiner Screwdriver, a move called the Flawless Bomb! The crowd boos, as the masked man then grabs the downed Jason, dragging him atop Zeleke, then slipping out of the ring, as the other royal masked man follows after, the crowd booing angrily, as the referee slips back into the ring, to make the count. 1.....2......3
It's over. Team Raft Shack has been royally screwed.
Announcer: Here are your winners... and still the EWT Tag Team Champions... TJT!
Terina looks on with glee, as she grabs the belts, slipping into the ring, as Jimmy follows in, both of them helping Jason to his feet, as he stands there, holding his neck in pain. The team holds up the tag titles in triumph, the crowd booing mercilessly, as meanwhile, there seems to be no more sign of the two "mystery" interlopers. Faboon sits up on the mat, eyes full of fury now, as he hears this announcement, the young man slamming the outside mat in anger, as Zeleke lays there motionless, most likely not seriously injured, but definitely feeling the aftermath of this move.
We zoom in on TJT's way too proud faces, as we fade to commercial.
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Post by The Lach is very tired on Jan 19, 2008 0:24:17 GMT -5
The crowd is hushed, looking forward to find out who the returning wrestler is. Everyone is focused on the top of the ramp to see who it is. The whole arena goes dark & a figure emerges on the ramp with a spotlight on him, he is wearing a hooded jacket so we can’t see his face. The numbers 01-18-20-08 come up on the Jumbotron. They slowly change to say January 18 2008. Then the screen changes to say 08-11-26-01-18-08-25-26-24-16. The numbers slowly start to shake & change. They eventually read S-P-A-Z-I-S-B-A-C-K. The crowd roars when they read the message. Then Where The Party’s At kicks in, pyro erupts around the arena & Spaz throws off the hood. His hair is longer & he has a beard now but it is unmistakably him. As he heads to the ring the crowd starts to chant WELCOME BACK!! He throws the jacket into the crowd & he reveals some big scars on his left shoulder. He salutes the crowd & runs to the ring.
Announcer: Making his way to the ring, returning to EWT. From Sydney, Australia, weighing in at 208 lbs he is a 2 time former OX Division & 1 time former EWT World Heavyweight Champion he is Spaz!!
Spaz slides into the ring & grabs the mic. He has to wait for the crowd to stop chanting WELCOME BACK before he can speak.
Spaz: I see you remember me! Man is it good to be home! When I left this place all those months ago the doctors told me I was done. My shoulder was damaged beyond repair. I refused to listen to them. I went all over the world looking for an answer I found a man in Germany by the name of Dr Hans-Wilhelm Muller-Wohlfarth. He has worked a miracle. My shoulder is now better then ever!
But even then I wasn’t sure if I wanted to come back. But I have been training the best & brightest down in WHOA. As I watched guys getting called up to the big time the bug bit me again. I knew that my place was in this ring, in front of all of you. Winning matches & more importantly winning titles! So a friendly warning to anyone wearing EWT gold. Spaz is back & he is coming for you!
And if you think you know what I can do in this ring think again. This old dog has learnt some new tricks, new tricks that nobody has ever seen before. Many have tried to end me but all have failed & each time I come back bigger & better then ever baby! The EWT is about to find out that now more then ever that Spaz = Ratings!!
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Post by chanceconfidence on Jan 19, 2008 2:59:34 GMT -5
We slowly fade in as we see the familiar face of Chance Confidence, lounging back in the comfort of a black leather recliner, inside a locker room that looks extremely expensive in design. In fact, it kind of looks familiar. He reaches over, snapping his fingers, as his Platinum Punisher walks over, standing their silently, holding a tray with a glass of fresh spring water on it. He smirks to himself, taking the glass, gulping it down, then tossing it to the floor, watching it break, as he shrugs, then snaps his fingers again, as the Punisher once again heads off, carrying the tray with him. He looks to the screen.
Chance: Well, well, well... it's been a looooong time since I've been able to order an imbecile around. Yep, definitely awhile. Now then, hello your festering piles of human sludge, Chance Confidence here. Yes, the same Chance Confidence who you all worship in your sleep, bow before whenever he graces your pitiful presence and stalk every chance you get. It's been awhile since I formally addressed all of you spineless cowards, but with this second coming of mine, it's high time that I did so! As you all know by now, I have a chance very soon to become your next EWT Champion... an honor and right I do believe I fully deserve. After all, I'm the hottest prospect the entire EWT has ever seen, past, present, and future. I need not remind you of my dazzling Tri-State title win in my first few months of competition, nor my slaying of talentless fool after fool. I have also held my own against many former champions, including Limey, Maelstrom, and that Spaz that that just returned... welcome back by the way koala boy.
Chance chuckles to himself, as he slowly rests a hand behind his head, as the Platinum Punisher returns once more, now wielding a broom, as he simply snaps again, causing the hulking monster to begin sweeping up the glass on the floor, as he looks over and grins, enjoying humiliating his loyal musclebound oaf. He continues to speak as he does this.
Chance: Let's see what else I've accomplished. Well, I'm a man of legendary status, a being of immense excellence, pristine perfection, and glorious grace. I'm also quite dashing, with a face that could stop time itself. I have loads and loads of class, but I don't let it cloud my sense of being. I'm a very generous man of course, after all... I took this hobo in and gave him a job! Of course, he actually doesn't ask for pay, all I've got to do is let him sleep in my basement and feed him every now and then. I mean sure, I could as easily just stick him in my back yard on a pile of old newspapers... but I'm more caring than that. Plus, as long as he keeps satisfying me, I'll make sure he gets all his shots and doesn't get sick or anything. After all, he might infect me with those vile diseases.
He looks over, patting the Punisher's head, who is completely oblivious to these insults, still sweeping away. Chance smiles, lounging back longer.
Chance I'm also a snappy dresser... I mean, look at what I wear. I'm the most well groomed, stunning looking individual that a human being could possibly fathom. It's almost scary how well I wear my attire. And of course, none of the threads I don are anything even close to being so called "metrosexual"
He scowls a bit at the thought of this word, as he lowers a pair of emerald tinted shades on his face.
Chance: And of course, the most impeccable quality I possess. My ring prowess of course. This week, I can easily show you just what I mean. After all this week I get to face Helix Skipper... whoever the bloody hell that is. It's a shame that not everyone can be blessed with such a wondrous name as my own, but hey... can't be helped I suppose. I mean, if everybody had such a catchy name, well then, nobody could tell the difference between high class citizens like myself... and no class piles of putrid manure. Anyway, I see this Helix as no threat at all and I will be glad to soundly crush him this week... though that also reminds me of another match.
Chance's expression grows a bit less smug, as he glances over at his Punisher once more.
Chance: Seems some fool decided to challenge my personal problem handler over here. Actually... a PAIR of fools. I honestly have no idea why, I mean, what have I done to Team Splat-Mat? They seem to have pretty much already done everything possible to themselves already. I mean, first they challenge that strapping team of up and comers, TJT, which of course they lose at. Then they decide to challenge them again... and have the nerve to not even show up! Yeah, that's some great patriotism there you idiotic hyenas. I mean, all those soldiers out there, forced to go without the crazed antics of a total fruitcake and an incompetent dictator... well actually, you guys did them a favor. This isn't the damn zoo and nobody is interested in your primatesque flips and flops!
Chance's face slowly twists back into a smug smile, as he sits up a bit more, as he strokes under his chin a bit.
Chance: I assure you that you will regret picking on my bodyguard for no good reason! I mean, I didn't tell him to do anything... maybe he just hates you guys! It wasn't my fault that you pissed him off before your title rematch! It's not my fault you came within inches of winning those belts, only to screw it up by being complete and utter dumb arses! So what if it's a handicap match, my friend here welcomes the challenge... and he'll be absolutely delighted to shut you two demented goblins up quite swiftly and permanently!
He lays back once again, as he brushes back his hair a bit, keeping that smug look on his face.
Chance: Moving away from idiots, let's get back to the real reason that I'm here. you see, I'm not the only one that will be in line for a title opportunity... sad as it may be. Yes, for you see, five other nobodies also plan to compete for the title. Two of them are so unimpressive, that they didn't even have the manhood to give their names! All I have to say about them is... I don't know who you sad deluded fools are... and frankly I could care less. No matter who may emerge as my mystery opponent, I will squish him between my fingers like a pathetic little grape.
He smirks, making this squishing motion, then laying back once again, as the Punisher seems to have finished his job. Chance looks over and snaps his fingers once more, as the hulking thing plods off once more, as he turns his attention back to the screen.
Chance: Next we have the current champion and cult leader himself, Moe Two... whoop de doo. I've been watching this idiot and his so called reign. Sure, he's beat a bunch of nobodies, like that French guy, and the washed up hack, but really... that proves nothing. I mean, I already beat your little treasurer, Bod Clay, Moe. Do you really think you stand any better a chance against my heavenly wrestling skills and god like in ring prowess? Yeah, I didn't think so. So just be a good little boy and go share a glass of Kool Aid with all your stooges and Big Bossman's old flunky.
Chance looks back up, as he claps his hands together, the Punisher returning once more, with another glass of water. Chance grabs it, takes a sip, then snaps his fingers once more, as the being drops down on both knees, Chance daintily setting the glass atop his head.
Chance: Then we have another of Moe's underlings. Some girl named Miss Topher Beige... geez, you got girls going after the Ox title, the Tri State title, and now then EWT title. Well... miss, I don't know a damn thing about you and I'm kind of glad. Anyone with as sad a name as you can't be very interesting at all. In fact, the only really appealing thing I could see is the fact that you make whoever you hang out with look better. I guess that's why Moe hired ya... must be tough covering up how awful he is himself. Well Beige, I'm afraid I won't be hiring you after I thrash that miserable little fool you work for, I mean, I don't need anyone to make me look good! You can't improve perfection after all.
The annoying young man grabs and sips from his glass once more, now lounging back even further, his servant still serving as a human drink holder.
Chance: Then finally... we have my least favorite merman, ol Swirly. Why is it that every time I get close to the title once again, this damn barnacle shows up?! Well last time we faced off Swirl, I do believe I had you on the ropes, begging for mercy. I was THIS close to that belt. You know it and I know it. I've beaten you for the Tri-State title bug and I'll beat you for the EWT World Title too if I must. Face it, deal with it, live with it, then go snuggle up with a shark or whatever it is you do to cope with all those crippling losses. Just know that I will triumph this time, deal with it!
His expression grows even more obnoxious, as a bit of a sickening sneer forms on his face, as he grabs his glass once more, gulping down the contents, then casually tossing the glass behind his back, watching it crash into pieces on the floor as well. He snaps his fingers once more, as the Punisher walks off again to fetch the broom.
Chance: The point is, you are all dealing with a force that you cannot possibly fathom and very soon, I will stand atop the mountain that is EWT, basking in the heavens, while the rest of you watch from your miserable position below me, looking on in awe at the greater being that stands before you, wishing that you too could be such a divine specimen as myself Most assuredly of all, you will all be... JUST JEALOUS!
Chance sits up off his chair, still keeping that annoying look, as he walks off screen, as the Punisher returns, starting to sweep up this glass as well. A voice is heard as Chance exits.
Chance: Oh yeah... peon. We need more drinking glasses. Some idiot keeps breaking all of them!
Fade to commercial
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Post by Hensley on Jan 19, 2008 13:54:06 GMT -5
We fade out from the ring, and go backstage to Sum Guy.
Sum Guy: Folks, I'm joined now by The Man, Hardcore Hensley.
The camera pulls back to reveal a smiling Hensley.
Sum Guy: Hensley, the past couple of weeks we've seen you alter, yet again, into an entirely different figure. What do you have to say for yourself?
Hensley: Well, buddy, lemme just tell you how glad I am to finally be relieved of that nuisance! Jacob Leonard has done nothing, but steer me further and further away from my goal since he arrived here. Luckily, I've nipped that little problem.
Hensley grins, making Sum Guy a little uncomfortable.
Sum Guy: Yes, well, what would be next on your agenda?
Hensley pauses as the camera closes in on him. He rubs his hand across his chin then snaps his fingers as though the light bulb just clicked above his head.
Hensley: Tell me, dude, what do you think everybody's goal here in EWT is to accomplish?
Sum Guy glances from side to side nervously.
Sum Guy: Um, to be the best?
Hensley: No! You see, in every wrestling organization, there's always one top prize. It's what were all here for!
Sum Guy remains still, not seeming to follow Hensley.
Hensley: The EWT Heavyweight Championship of the World!
Sum Guy's pupils enlarge, and some fans in the crowd cheer.
Hensley: Now I know that's not gonna be a walk in the park for me. I know I'm gonna have to beat a boat load of more performers in front of me. I know I'll probably have to pick up another title along the way, but whatever it takes...
He grabs a hold of Sum Guy's hand, and brings the microphone right up to his mouth. The camera moves in on him again.
Hensley: I will reach the top. No matter what because when I get the chance, you're looking at the next champ...
He points his two first fingers at Sum Guy, symboling a gun of some sorts.
Hensley: Bitch!
He caps them off as though he's fired then pats his friend on the back before walking off. Sum Guy shakes for a moment then nods to the camera, and we fade out back into a shot of the EWT Arena. We are informed that tickets are still on sale for Common Ground, and a promo for WHOA's Champions and Challengers: The Musical follows.
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Ass Dan
King Koopa
Curious about extra lines
Have you seen me?
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Post by Ass Dan on Jan 19, 2008 14:31:15 GMT -5
And now, a message from Minipax
We have a shot of Clay, One, and Indigo standing in front of an Ingsoc flag.
One: Good evening. As you are aware, Mr. Dangerously has placed me in a match of unbelieveable levels. He has placed me in a match involving three cages and a ladder. What's more, said match features my EWT title on the line. This just won't do. You see, it was just two months ago I was invloved with the third Megadeth. I believe you know what happened: in a hard-fought battle, I won. Now, once again, I must defend the title against 5 men. While I am able to defeat these 5 men as easily as before, I find it tiresome to be involved in these types of matches. Can the title not be resolved in traditional one-v-one matches? BB prefers these matchs, as it shows my ability to individualy take down EWT, instead of having other people beat each other without my involvemend. Nevertheless, I will successfully retain the title at Common Ground, and keep on my goal of the Nine Orders, as well as to be the longest reigning Extreme Wrestling Threaderation World Heavyweight Champion in history. Mr. Clay?
Clay: Thank you.
One steps off stage left; Clay takes the center stage. Midnight Mystery is pushed on by One. Mystery looks disoriented.
Clay: You see these? These are the EWT Stable Championships. No one's challenged us for them in a long time, and we're getting sick of it. If there are any, ANY trios out there, no matter their skill level or history, who want a shot, we'll gladly accept it.
Indigo: We'll also accept title shots of other titles.
Clay: Yes, we will. We are Minipax, and we control the present.
*FADE OUT*
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Spyke the Pacers Fan
El Dandy
Still hates himself for missing the last episode of Murder She Wrote
Go Indiana!
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Post by Spyke the Pacers Fan on Jan 20, 2008 4:47:38 GMT -5
(We go backstage to the frat/jock/jobber Ronnie L. Cordova. He is working out by drinking several beers and listening to Dokken whilst drunkenly dancing around the room).
Ronnie: *slurred* “Woooo! I’m like that… dancing guy… Spork! Spork Jenson! Look at me go!”
(Ronnie turns up the radio even louder, but it’s instantly shut off by Crash Johannson).
Crash: “It’s Johannson. Spyke Johannson. And why would you try to emulate him? He’s a joke!”
Ronnie: “Emulate?”
Crash: “It means to copy, impersonate, imitate.”
Ronnie: “Wowwwwwwww. Yer purdy smart!”
Crash: “Ugh. You MUST be from Indiana.”
Ronnie: “YEAHHHHHH! HOOSIERS! I-U! I-U! I-U!”
(Ronnie begins stomping around the room, spilling beer everywhere.)
Crash: “Listen, listen, listen. I have a reason for coming in here tonight. I noticed you don’t have a match on this week’s show.”
Ronnie: “Dude. It’s a bummer.”
Crash: “Yeah. I’ll bet. I have a proposition for you.”
Ronnie: “Proposition?”
Crash: “An offer. Wow. Now I KNOW you’re from Indiana.”
Ronnie: “YEAHHHHHH! HOOSIERS! I-U! I-U! I-U!”
(Ronnie begins stomping around the room, spilling beer everywhere.)
Crash: *grabbing Crash by the shoulders* “LISTEN TO ME! I’M TRYING TO OFFER YOU MY SPOT ON THE CARD, YOU DRUNK ASSHOLE!”
Ronnie: “Yeah? Dude, sweet.”
Crash: “Yeah. All I ask in return is for you to talk Juri Sadamoto into going on a date with me.” Ronnie: “And a case of beer.”
Crash: “Why would I want a case of beer?”
Ronnie: “Pfft. Stooooopiiiiiid! The beer is for me. Pfft. Who’s the doofus now?!”
Crash: *visibly annoyed* “I never called you a ‘doofus,’ you doofus.”
Ronnie: “HA! You just did! Right there! ‘DOOFUS!’ Loud and clear!”
Crash: “Ugh. Just go out, wrestle Rhino, and get me my date with Juri.”
Ronnie: “And my beer.”
Crash: “GO!”
(Ronnie makes a hasty retreat out of the room.)
Crash: *sniffing the air* “Yuck. Smells like a weekend at Britney Spears’ house in here.”
*Crash looks around the room disapprovingly as we fade to commercial/next segment.*
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Curly Long
AC Slater
Midget Wrestling Master
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Post by Curly Long on Jan 20, 2008 10:10:36 GMT -5
We are backstage and Curly Long is watching the monitor after Mini-Pax's speech. Curly turns to the camera watching him.
CURLY LONG: People, peasants, moronic dweebs and the rest of you low paid munchkins your Midget King has an important message for all of you. So stop eating your hamburgers caked in grease and listen up!
Crowd reaction is not pleasant
CURLY LONG: I your uncrowned champion of this patheticly run wrestling association will take a stand. I will reach the dizzying heights that no midget has dreamt of when I challenge for the EWT Tri-State Title at Common Ground. Yes that's right Curly Long is heading back where he should have been months ago instead of running meaningless talent shows for those wannabe harlots or losing to punks like Andy Duke!
The Crowd cheers the name of Andy Duke.
CURLY LONG: Shut up! ... Curly Long is coming back bigger and better, like a rhino on steroids nothing will stop me ... no incompetant lackeys, no scantily clad women to distract me! ...
Hall of Famer Sensational Cherry the runner up of the 2006 Harlot Hunt and fromer valet of HBH walks by, wearing next to nothing. Curly's eyes follow her until she leaves the picture, she then comes back and kneels down behind Curly Long and rubs her hands over his bald head
CURLY LONG: Ok maybe scantily clad easy woman ...
The crowd boos as Cherry giggles and begins to undo Curly's shirt buttons.
CURLY LONG: Yeah like you caravan dwelling losers have a chance with the likes of her! ... As you may have guessed Cherry here is now with me! But not as a valet, no no no ... but as a contender for the Girl Next Door Title.
The crowd isn't happy about this either.
CURLY LONG: You see I'm fed up of this serious wrestling for serious women! The GND should be about lingerie! Wrestling in mud! pillow fights and so much more ... that's why Cherry has agreed that I manage her for only a small form of payment.
Curly grins as Cherry rubs her hands down his chest.
CURLY LONG: That leaves me with one final thing Mini-Pax. You say you want competiton for your stable titles? Well if your up for it at the PPV after Common Ground I Curly Long and two as of yet undetermined associates challenge you for your stable titles! That's right the Midget King will end the small time peace talks that have blighted those Stable titles for so long!! ... Do you accept?
CHERRY: I do baby! ...
CURLY LONG: Of course you do Cherry, you accept everything
Curly Long walks off to his office leading Cherry by the hand.
(fade out)
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Post by Mella Drom Attoc on Jan 20, 2008 20:24:25 GMT -5
Hey Mister D.J. Put a record on I wanna dance with my baby And when the music starts I never wanna stop It's gonna drive me crazy
*The lights turn a dim pink color as those lyrics burst into the air. Out comes everyone’s favorite actress, who struts out as if on a cat walk. She pivots completely around, flares her cape and struts to the ring, with a saucy hand on her hip. She gets to the ropes, steps through the first and second, and continues her strut to the center. A star-shaped beam of pink hits her and she poses with her hands in the air and her head thrown back. Mella Drom Attoc has returned to the EWT Ring. She throws her head back, laughs, and then glares at the ring announcer at the side of the ring. The crowd looks irritated that she’s back in their midst. At least she isn’t Tiffany.* Mella: Well? Where’s my mic? *The announcer quickly grabs one from off camera and slides it to Mella.* Mella: Ugh. You expect me to bend over in front of this crowd? These people aren’t high enough class-wise to see my beautiful.. you know. *The Announcer sighs, slides into the ring and hands the mic to Mella before escaping.* Mella: Ugh, miserable lowlife. Anyway, aren’t all of you just so damned happy to see me back? *She pauses, but continues before the audience can boo* Of course you are! I’m Mella Drom Attoc, and you need me in your lives. ^_^ But hey, not like you didn’t realize this already, of course.. then again, with the collective brain cells the lower-class have.. I wouldn’t be too sure. Audience: BOOOOOOOOO. Mella: Aw, how sweet. You’re all calling me bootiful. ^^ Anyway, I’d like to get down to business if you don’t mind. Audience: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Mella: Well, as for my glorious return.. you can blame the so-called ‘women’ of this division for that. I can’t let this WTE place’s Diva Division suffer from lack of beauty, now can I? After all, look at them. None of them are as great as I am, but I commend them for trying..Let’s start with the so-called ‘Champion’ shall we? *A profile shot of Synthy appears on the screen.* Mella: Ugh. Look at this Henthy chick. She fails at even being HUMAN, let alone female. I suppose one must give her credit for her “I don’t care, but I do” style. It’s trashy, without being slutty. Still. We could do –OH-so-much better then that Kinky bitch. *The picture fades, revealing Juri Sadamoto’s picture* Mella: Oh. Oh dear. She’s not even in the division, is she? Good lord. What a mess. But I suppose I must give this..Julie for her "I'm going to try to dress nice, but look tacky still" stuff. But, ugh. So far, they are all epic failures in the looks department. *The next picture cycles onward, going on to reveal Ivy Rosepine.* *Mella’s face goes slack. Then turns into disgust.* Mella: Who is this tramp? I mean.. good lord. That’s the trampiest damn thing I think I’ve ever seen, and I lived in Hollywood, suge. That doesn’t even look like enough of an outfit for a porn star. Unless you’re really desperate and an attention-seeking whore.. I’m…damn. Ya know, I can’t even think of anything else to say. This nasty creature just took away just about everything I wanted to say. You know what? That’s just too disgusting. I’m so out of here now. All I’m going to say is, thank god you all have a Rising Star to add some class to this trashy place. I’m not even going to bother with the rest of WTE’s women. Ugh. That last one was just absolutely vile… *Mella throws her hands up, the mic flying away in the process and slamming the announcer on the brain, and struts away from the stage, giving the picture of Ivy the most revolted look possible. Her bright pink cape flutters behind her as she disappears to the back.*
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Post by raftshack on Jan 21, 2008 15:24:02 GMT -5
We cut to the back, as we see a familiar fool running around wildly backstage, throwing his hands up, down, and all around, a very angry look on their face, the white haired disastermind looking wildly back and forth, as he stomps in place, people just passing by. It seems he's outside the EWT Medical offices, as he is meanwhile running back and forth on a bench outside the office.
Faboon: BLASTION PARROTS! How dare you scrape upon my amigor's carcass, like some starve-like orphan, dancing for nickels in their full nudity in yon subway?! I... my patience has completely dripped away into the briny deep of denial, because you two hijackians have crossed the sacred line! YOU denied destiny!!!
Faboon leaps off the bench, running right up to the camera, growling quite angrily, teeth gritting, as he grabs and shakes it.
Faboon: First you deny us such a grand opportune time, a wondrous opportuniting to grab and nab your belts, then ya have the nerve endings to have some... some group of saggy sailors loot and lavish their anger upon my good chummy. WE HAD THE BELTS BETWEEN OUR RING FINGERS AND YOU CAST A STORM OF RUIN UPON US! That's why we have demanded retributions... swift retributions!!! If you and the JTJ are of the mind set that you have dealt upon us a crippling defeat, I advise you to shut your holes and open your brains, THIS SHAN'T BE DONE YET!
Faboon keeps shaking the screen, breathing all over the leans quite heavily, pretty much fogging the thing up completely. He steps back, running in place now, as he starts shaking his head wildly.
Faboon: This week, we smush your goon baboon, then next week, we shall take on down your own selves, in a blaze of angry angry glorying! Heed my words you swollen savagers, the Raft Shack continues to float on down to ocean to success... and your dam will not impede our ongoing actions!
Faboon backs away slowly, then jumps back atop this bench, pacing quickly back and forth, hopping on one leg to boot, as we quickly fade out.
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