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Post by Square on Jan 21, 2008 17:38:44 GMT -5
*Scott Steiner and Alex Shelley are shown in the ring trying to warm the crowd up, but to no avail. Scott Stiener goes for the micraphone but the lights cut out*
Voice Over: ARE YOU READY FOR A REVOLUTION?
*Some of the Crowd cheers*
Voice Over: ARE YOU READY FOR THE TAG TEAM EVOLUTION?
*More of the Crowd cheers*
Voice Over: GET READY FOR THE REBIRTH OF THE GAURDINALS
*The whole arena goes into raptures as on the screen shows a shilloute of a Eagle and a Lion and as on the centre of the stage appears Amnestria, dressed in a stunning red dress, she holds up her hands and as she drops them fireworks almost blow the Toomitron out of the arena. Land of Confusion hits and the crowd starts chanting along*
Micheal Buffer: Making there return to EWT. First from Preston, England he weighs in tonight at 290 pounds he is Andy "The Eagle" Davidson. And his tag team partner from Oak Habour, Washington he weighs in tonight at 225 pounds he is John "The Lion" Valentine. THEY ARE THE GAURDINALS!
*Davidson and Valentine walk out from the back onto the stage to hear the crowd singing to "Land of Confusion". Davidson, carrying a snooker cue in one hand, strokes his now naked chin while Valentine whispers something to Amnestria, whilst holding a micraphone in his hand*
John "The Lion" Valentine: Were back! Now were not going to go like we did last time and get distracted by little blimps on the rader, we are here to prove that The Gaurdinals are the best tag team in EWT. Yeh come on Two Jerks Tagging were talking to you
Andy "The Eagle" Davidson: You guys said when you became tag champs you will contest those belts againts EVERY tag team in the division, wheres our match? Two Jerks Tagging you use your underfeated record in EWT as a blanket againts other teams, because you know that if you do actaully take on teams like us you will lose your record, the titles and all that money that comes with them.
Amnestria: So we decided to make our own record, until the Gaurdinals get a tag team title match we will beat EVERY tag team opponant in less than 4 minutes. And to make it more intresting, we lose we quit. Now lads, please keep me in a job
*Davidson and Valentine sprint down to the ring as a clock appears on the screen. They slide into the ring to meet the boots of the TNA opponants as the bell rings*
Todd Grisham: Big news from the Gaurdianls then, they will win every match in less than 4 minutes or they quit. And it seems that they might be heading home before thye even started
*As Stiner and Shelley lay in the boots and waste a few seconds on the clock, Amnestria starts the crowd clapping and in almost the same time they jump up with what looked liked a press up on a trampaline. Right hands to the side of Team TNA's head and they stumble back, Davidson starts laying the fist into Stiener as Valentine and Shelley chain wrestle. Davidson irish whips Steiner into the ropes and lands a flapjack to outside of the ring, with Stenier landing flat on his face. As the clock goes down to 3 minutes Shelley has Valentine in a headlock, Valentine breaks out of the hold and out of nowhere lands a superkick. Davidson picks up Shelley, puts him in a suplex position, places the legs of Shelley onto Valentine and they land the Amazon Strike! Valentine goes for the pin*
Grisham: 1,2,3 thats all she wrote folks. The Gaurdinals beaten, and possibly killed Scott Steiner, in 2 minutes 54 seconds. TJT should of been watching because these guys were hungry as animals tonight
Amnestria: TWO JERKS TAGGING, WERE COMING FOR YOU NAUGHTY WORD!
*The Gaurdinals leave as "Land of Confusion" hits and Scotty is placed on a strecher*
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Post by Marcus Trunk on Jan 21, 2008 19:55:11 GMT -5
Mike Tenay: And welcome back to EWT, folks! Here with Don West at ringside, this is Mike Tenay bringing you all the action! Don West: THAT'S RIGHT MIKE!! WE'VE GOT ANOTHER MATCH COMING UP NEXT, BECAUSE THE WARRIOR SENSHI IS IN ACTION!! Senshi's music plays as the Warrior emerges from the curtain.David Penzer: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Making his way to the ring is SENSHI! Tenay: And we see The Warrior Senshi making his way to the ring, Don! And when you're in the ring with The Warrior Senshi, you've got to kee an eye on his feet! His kicks are lethal! West: HIS KICKS ARE LETHAL MIKE, AND YOU'VE GOT TO WATCH OUT FOR THEM!! "For Those Who Fight Further" plays as Marcus Trunk enters the arena.Penzer: And his opponent, weighing 305 pounds, MARCUS TRUNK! Tenay: Whooaaa, here's Trunk, Don! West: MARCUS TRUNK IS A HUGE MAN, MIKE TENAY!! HE'S ONE OF THE BIGGEST ON THIS ROSTER, AND HE CAN GO TOE-TO-TOE WITH JUST ABOUT ANYONE!! The bell rings as Trunk and Senshi circle each other.Tenay: Don, let's talk about the EWT World Title match tonight. It's gonna be Joe One, defending the EWT World Heavyweight Championship against The Icon, Sting! West: IT'S GONNA BE A GREAT MATCH, MIKE TENAY!! I CAN'T WAIT FOR IT!! JOE ONE, THE WORLD CHAMPION, TAKING ON THE ICON STING? I CAN'T WAIT!! Trunk dodges a kick and goes for theTenay: We've just received word that Sting has arrived in the building! Sting is here! As you recall, he's scheduled to face Joe One tonight for the EWT World Heavyweight Title! West: AND THAT'S GONNA BE A GREAT MATCH!! charges across the ring and lands the clotheslineTenay: Commercial break upcoming! We'll have more of Trunk versus Senshi when we come back! NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!
YAAAAAAAYYYYYYYY!!!!Tenay: We're back, with more exciting EWT action! During the commercial break, Trunk was starting to take advantage, but you see Senshi ducking out of the way and hitting the top rope dropkick! West: WHAT A MOVE MIKE TENAY, AS HE JUST FLEW THROUGH THE AIR!! Meanwhile, Senshi hasTenay: Looking to get info on the newest signings to EWT? Text "EWT" to 80085 for the latest on all EWT news! West: EWT MOBILE HAS ALL THE NEWS, MIKE TENAY!! with the Trunk Buster!Tenay: And Trunk hits the Trunk Buster! West: ONE...TWO...GADDIT!!! David Penzer: Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner...MARCUUUUUSS TRUNK!! Tenay: Look Don, Trunk wants a microphone! Trunk: I've only been back in EWT for a few months now, but I think it's time for me to up my game a little bit. Tenay: Hear that, Don? Trunk feels like upping his game! Trunk: ...feel that it's time I got my hands on some championship gold! Tenay: Trunk is thirsty for gold, Don! West: AND YOU CAN'T SAY HE DOESN'T DESERVE IT!! Trunk: ...my chance at House Party IV, but circumstances just weren't in my favor. Tenay: You can say that again, Trunk! Trunk: ...vir Abha, I respect you, but you'd better keep a strong hold on that Tri-State Title, because Marcus Trunk is coming for it! Tenay: Ya hear that, Don? Marcus Trunk wants his hands on the Tri-State Title! West: AND YA CAN'T BLAME HIM, MIKE!! HE HAD HIS SHOT AT HOUSE PARTY IV, BUT HE JUST COULDN'T GET THE JOB DONE!! Trunk: ...per-view coming up is Common Ground, and I hear there's an open spot for the Tri-State Title match. Tenay: There is an open spot! Several of them, to be exact! What does Trunk have in mind? Trunk: ...will be in that match, at Common Ground, for the EWT Tri-State Title! Tenay: Did you hear that, Don? Marcus Trunk is throwing his name in the hat for the Tri-State Title match at Common Ground! West: MARCUS TRUNK WILL BE IN THE EWT TRI-STATE TITLE MATCH? I CAN'T WAIT!! Tenay: Now let's send it to JB, who's standing by with the Angle family!
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Post by The Lach is very tired on Jan 22, 2008 3:42:12 GMT -5
Spaz is backstage with Sum Guy.
SG: I'm Sum Guy & I can't believe I ate the whole thing! With me is the man who shocked the world with his return, Spaz. Spaz you have achieved the highest of honors here in EWT. Why did you come back?
S: It's simple Guy. Two reasons, firstly the buzz of wrestling for all the Spazphiles. Nothing feels better then stepping through that curtain & hearing them chant my name! Secondly I wanna win titles. I wanna be known as the World Heavyweight Champion again! So Joe One, & anyone else involved in the Survival Cage watch out coz Spaz is waiting around the next corner!
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Post by SsnakeBite, the No1 Frenchman on Jan 22, 2008 17:07:52 GMT -5
*The camera comes back into the EWT arena where the next match is about to begin !* Announcer : Laaaadiiiieees aaaaand gentlemeeeeen ! The following contest is scheduled for one fall ! Introducing first… * Kurt Angle’ s theme starts and the pro wrestling’ s only gold medalist appears at the end of the ramp and makes his way to the ring. Some nostalgic fans try to throw in a few « You suck ! » chants, but Kurt doesn’ t even acknowledge them.* Announcer : From Pittsburg, Pensylvania, weighting in at 250 lbs. He is pro wrestling’ s ONLY gold medallist… KURT ANGLE ! *He slides into the ring and looks around him, smiling a bit at the thought of wrestling in a four-sided ring again.* Announcer : And his opponent… * Otherworld blasts through the speakers as four pyros explode. Mysth appears at the end of the ramp and poses by spreading his arms and by bringing his chest out. He is as usual followed closely by Ivy, who smiles and greets the crowd.* Announcer : From Strasbourg, France. Weighing at 218 lbs… This is EWT’ s best kept secret… this is the Darkness in the Light… THIS… IIIIISSS… MYYYYYSTH !! *As Mysth makes his way to the ring, the camera introduces two new commentators we’ ve never seen before.* Commentator 1 : Good evening everyone and welcome to another edition of EWT tonight. We are your new hosts and we hope you will enjoy our presence here ! My name is Mike Amery… Commentator 2 : …and I am Frank Curtis ! We welcome you tonight for the following match, where Mysth takes on Kurt Angle and Mike, this isn’ t the first time these men face off. Amery : You’ re absolutely right ! Remember, back when we didn’ t know who Ferhago Crow was and Simon Scurvy was still around, the two of them already fought each other in a match that ended in a very shocking way. The referee got knocked out and Angle used this time to pick up a weapon under the ring, which happened to be a bottle. He tried to hit Mysth with it, but the Frenchman managed to grab the bottle and as he was going to give Angle a taste of his own medicine, the bottle suddenly exploded, slightly injuring Mysth and making him lose his focus, which allowed the gold medallist to perform the Angle Slam. Curtis : One can imagine Mysth is looking for a revenge tonight and look at them already staring down at each other ! *Indeed, Mysth ended his entrance, Ivy is at ringside and Kurt Angle and the Frenchman are staring at each other. Angle mocks Mysth’ s accident during their last encouner by rubbing his forehead and grimacing… to which Mysth responds by caressing his own hair, reminding Kurt of his loss to Edge. This is enough to make Angle lose his temper and stiffly punch Mysth. Ivy yells at him for this cheap shot as the bell rings, officially starting the match.* DING ! DING ! Curtis : And here we go ! The match barely started and there’ s already an illegal move ! *Angle monopolizes on the advantage he took and punches Mysth a few more times, making him go back then shoves him into a corner. Once they’ re there, Angle climbs on the second rope, ready to throw even more punches, but Mysth immediately slides under him. Angle climbs down and turns around, only to get struck with an Enzuigiri ! Angle stumbles but doesn’ t fall. Mysth jumps on the second rope for Springboard Dropkick, but Angle catches him in mid air and hits a Fallaway Slam ! He then goes for a Rear Naked Choke on the downed Mysth, who grabs Angle’ s arm and drags it, applying an armbar when the gold medallist falls on his back. Angle being better than Mysth when it comes to submission holds, he quickly escapes from the move and both men are back on their feet.* Amery : Whoa ! This match is already starting full speed ! Quick strikes and evasions ! Curtis : Yup ! These two men have already shown amazing displays of toughness and stamina and it looks like they’ re going to give it all tonight ! *Kurt Angle charges at Mysth and they lock up. Angle seems to be taking an advantage by wrenching Mysth’ s left arm, but the Frenchman punches him in the face with his right arm. After a second punch, Angle lets go and the effect of the punch makes him turn around. Mysth quickly grabs him from behind, locking in a Dragon Sleeper ! After a couple of seconds, Mysth feels that Angle is starting to slide out of the hold, so he drops to the mat, performing a reverse DDT ! Mysth gets up and poses to the crowd, getting a very good reaction. Angle is slowly rising, getting on all fours. Seeing this, Mysth runs to the ropes, bounces and nails a Shining Wizard !* Curtis : That’ s impressive series of moves right there ! Mysth seems to be taking an advantage ! Amery : You’ re damn right ! But don’ t you underestimate Kurt An… WHAT ?! LOOK AT THIS !! *Surprisingly, Angle manages to grab Mysth’ s leg as he hits the Shining Wizard. He spins and slams him to the ground with a Dragon Screw ! He keeps the leg in his hands and applies… THE ANGLE LOCK !! Amery : What did I just say ?? Now Mysth is trapped in one of if not THE most dangerous submission hold in pro wrestling ! Curtis : I cannot believe my eyes !! Where did that come from ?! *Angle is applying pressure and grins as he does so. Ivy looks on, obviously worried for her boyfriend, and shouts instructions to Mysth to help him get out of the hold. Angle is holding the lock tight and starts wrenching Mysth’ s feet, which makes the Frenchman scream; but suddenly, he throws his arm forward and grabs the bottom ropes, but Angle doesn’ t break the hold ! As the referee start to count, Mysth starts to do something surprising; he’ s… climbing the ropes with his hands, while still being locked in Angle’ s finisher ! The crowed can’ t believe what they’ re seeing and neither can Ivy, and Angle certainly can’ t. Seeing this very unusual move, the ref almost forgets to keep counting and as he gets to four, Mysth has reached the top rope and kicks Kurt Angle in the face with his free leg, forcing him to release the hold !* Amery : What… what the f*** was that ?? Curtis : Well, that’ s a rather impressive way to get out of a submission hold… but was it the best thing to do ? I mean, Angle was nearly eliminated and now Mysth must continue the match with a hurt ankle ! Amery : Oh please, Frank ! Don’ t tell me you actually believe Kurt would have broken the hold by himself even if he got eliminated ? He’ s vicious, he just wants to prove his domination over Mysth, the Darknes in the Light would have risked a serious injury if he hadn’ t done that ! *Angle is now down and Mysth is leaning against the ropes, nursing his hurt ankle. Ivy can’ t resist to climb the apron and kiss him to congratulate him for his move, which gets a nice reaction from the crowd and makes the Frenchman smile widely. Mysth turns his head and notices Angle is getting up. He tries to forget the pain on his ankle and hops on the second rope, flying and hitting Kurt Angle with a Springboard Tornado DDT ! Mysth seems to be still hurt from the previous hold as he quickly grabs his ankle again, but seeing Angle lying on the floor, he wastes no time and puts his arm on the medallist’ s chest for a cover !* Curtis : THAT MAY BE IT !! ONE ! TWO ! *Kick out ! Kurt Angle is still in good enough shape to keep going. But Mysth still gets up quicker. He grabs Angle’ s legs and seems to prepare a Sharpshooter… but he quickly realizes that using another submission hold on this man would be useless. Instead, Mysth rolls him on the side and grabs one of his legs with both his hands, quickly lifts Angle then lets go and lets him crash back on the mat. After that, Mysth looks at the nearest turnbuckle and smiles, pointing at it for the crowd, which gives a good reaction. Rosepine smiles as well as her boyfriend climbs the turnbuckle and prepare a Moonsault, but Angle, who was apparently playing possum, suddenly rises and rushes at Mysth, shoving him in the back and making him fall from the turnbuckle and into the barricades outside the ring !* Amery : What a… !! Curtis : Yes he is but hey, you can’ t blame someone for defending themselves, right ? Amery : Frank, that’ s not really my idea of “legitimate defense" ! Curtis : Yeah right, put your body on the line in the line in that ring and you’ ll have a whole new idea of what legitimate defense is ! *Ivy runs to check on her boyfriend, she helps him get back to his feet and asks him if he’ s okay. Meanwhile, Angle just leans against the ropes with a huge grin, taunting the French couple. As the referee counts to two, Mysth leans against the apron to recover, while Ivy gets into an argument with Angle for this cheap move. This goes on until the count of six, when Mysth slides back into the ring, which is noticed by Angle who rushes at Mysth as he rises and goes for a kick to the masked Frenchman’ s face, but Mysth manages to grab Angle’ s foot and makes him trip. In a move that is nearly a reflex, Mysth leaps on the nearest ropes and performs a Lionsault ! Angle quickly gets up though and runs at Mysth for a Clothesline, which is ducked and Mysth quickly gets behind Angle, going for a German Suplex… unfortunately, he quickly feels the weight difference. He eventually manages to lift Angle, but doesn’ t have enough strength to throw him behind himself, and Kurt Angle falls onto Mysth, crushing him against the mat !!* Amery : What was Mysth thinking ?? Kurt Angle is obviously way too big to be suplexed by him ! Curtis : And he’ s learning it the hard way ! Angle takes advantage and here’ s the cover ! ONE ! TWO ! KICKOUT !! *Mysth somehow manages to kick out ! Kurt Angle looks very pissed ! He suddenly raises, roars and removes the straps of his attire from his shoulders, making his chest completely bare. As Mysth slowly gets up, Angle grabs him and screams as he goes for THE OLYMPIC SLAM !! But wait !! Mysth slides out of it ! He shoves Angle forward and sends him chest first into a turnbuckle, Mysth runs and dropkicks Angle in the back then connects with a School Boy !* Curtis : I cannot believe how quickly Mysth came back ! Amery : His tenacity really is one of his biggest assets ! And her the goes for the pin ! ONE… TWO… KICKOUT !! *Kurt Angle shockingly kicks out of the pin predicament ! Both men quickly get back on their feet ! Angle wastes no time and runs at Mysth for a Shoulder Block, but Mysth dodges and shoves him into the ropes, hitting a Shining Wizard on the rebound ! Angle is down and Mysth poses to the crowd which gives a great response ! He then points and smiles at Ivy before turning around and noticing that Angle is slowly getting up, reaching a kneeled position. This is a great opportunity for him ! He goes for it !* Curtis & Amery : HEAVY BREAKER !! Curtis : The timing was PERFECT !! Amery : And that’ s paying off ! Here’ s the cover ! Curtis & Amery : ONE !! TWO !! AAAAAAAND… THREE !! DING DING DING !! *”Otherworld” blasts again as Mysth quickly gets up and raises his arms in victory ! Ivy immediately joins him into the ring and hugs him. They greet the crowd and Mysth bows down to the fans with a smile on his face.* Amery : Well, what a match, Frank ! Seriously, both of these men can be proud of their performance ! Curtis : They sure can ! I can’ t wait for the next event, but folks, that’ ll be after a commercial break !
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Post by chanceconfidence on Jan 23, 2008 1:34:39 GMT -5
Elix Skipper is seen heading to the ring, as we fade back in, looking ready for his upcoming match, as his music plays in the background. He rolls inside the ring, pacing back and forth, as he looks out toward the entrance ramp.
Soon after, Gus Gus's Gun slowly picks up, as his opponent walks out from the back a very confident smirk on his face, as well as a pair of violet tinted shades on his face. He dons his robe as usual, as his enforcer, the Platinum Punisher follows in tow.
Chance: Really... do we have to have a match? I mean c'mon... when's the last time this guy won anything?! Oh alright fine... this following squash shall be a squash... scheduled for one SQUASH! Introducing the Squashee, weighing in at... who cares, from... who cares, Helix Skippy.
The crowd boos this awful, awful introduction, as Elix seems to take offense, Chance not caring, as he keeps stepping down the ramp way, confident as ever.
Chance: Now, introducing his opponent, weighing in at a simply fine 219 pounds, quite svelte I know. He hails from a Kingdom of the United, London to be exact, and he is your insurmountable, unquestionable wrestling deity, Chance...Confidence! Oh... and of course, he is accompanied by his personal enforcer and all around bone breaker, The Platinum Punisher!
Chance tosses off his headset mike, which the Punisher catches. The two keep making their way down to the ring, as Chance stops at the apron, snapping his fingers, the Punisher walking over and quickly dusting off an area of it, as Chance hops up, flips into the ring, landing and motioning over, the Punisher following and stepping into the ring. He quickly removes Chance's robe, folding it up nice and neat, as Chance struts over, performing the usual pre match handstand, then hopping down and looking at Elix with quite a smug look. He steps to the center of the ring, motioning Elix over as well. Skipper follows to the center, as the bell sounds, Elix snapping off a quick series of kicks, sending Chance staggering! The crowd cheers, as he backs off, looking quite annoyed at this. Elix aims a high one at his head, which Chance ducks under, nailing a sweep, taking him off his feet. He pops back up, snapping off a flipping senton, then rolling back to his feet, following with a standing moonsault press. He goes for a quick cover. 1....2
Elix kicks out. Chance rises quickly, aiming a few quick kicks of his own, as Elix rises. He grabs him as he rises up, hitting a quick snap suplex. Chance then rises up stepping back and charging forward, nailing a blatant kick to the side, sending Elix rolling forward. Chance follows, lifting him up by the head, patting his cheek a bit, then smacking him right across the face! Elix immediately pops back up, punching furiously at Chance, who staggers again, Elix backing him into the turnbuckle. He then backs up, charging for a splash in the corner. Chance gets nailed, as he stumbles out of the corner, Elix grabbing and sending him flying with an overhead double underhook suplex! Chance grasps at the back, as Skipper charges over, looking for a cover. 1....2
Chance kicks out. Elix quickly pulls him up, delivering a few more kicks, then leaping up, nailing a Crescent kick to the face of Chance who drops down, clutching the area. Skipper looks down, a smug look of his own, as Confidence rises back up, skipper nailing another kick to the gut, then grabbing and setting him up for the Play of the Day, Chance however quickly breaking out of it. He shoves Elix off the ropes, leapfrogging over him as he comes back, then grabbing and snapping off a hip toss. Elix lands hard, as he rises back up, right into a dropkick by Chance, who is done messing around with this little punk. Elix staggers back against the ropes, as Chance sends him off, charging forward and catching him as he comes back with a Tornado DDT! Elix gets spiked, grasping at his neck, as Chance drops down, looking for the pin. 1....2...
Elix gets the shoulder up. Chance rises back up, shaking his head in frustration, as Elix clutches the neck, slowly getting back to his feet, rising up into a Jumping Enziguri from Chance. He gasps, dropping back down, as Chance drops as well, grabbing and applying a seated side headlock on the mat. Elix gasps as Chance applies pressure, yanking and torquing on the neck area. Skipper soon rises back up, right into a Backdrop Suplex, landing hard again. Chance looms over, as he yanks Elix up by the head again, sending him off into the turnbuckle, then charging. Elix gets a foot up, but Confidence catches it, yanking it back down, then delivering a quick series of chops across the throat, keeping Elix trapped. He then switches up, nailing a few quick kicks, leaping up and aiming a back heel one at the throat, as Skipper groans, stumbling out of the corner again. Confidence yanks him forward, then snaps off a swinging neckbreaker. He goes for another cover, a a rather confident look on his face. 1.....2......3
Elix just barely gets the shoulder up. Chance looks quite annoyed at that, as he looks down at Elix, who clutches further at the neck. He grabs him once more, sending him off the ropes, Elix however countering. Chance comes back with a flying clothesline, but Skipper Matrixs out of the way, to a nice pop! Chance lands flat, as he angrily, slams the mat, rising back up again, as Skipper pops back up, hitting a quick side kick to the head. Chance goes back down, as Elix charges, doing a headstand, then hitting a corkscrew leg drop, Chance yelping in pain. Elix grasps more at that neck, as he grabs Chance by the waist, pulling him up, then setting him up for a Dragon Suplex! He snaps it off, bridging for a cover! 1.....2.....
Chance escapes. Elix looks on in shock, as he rubs his head, rising back up once more, only for Chance to drop toe hold him. He looks on, even more annoyed now, as Elix rises up along with Chance, getting a vicious knee to the face! He goes back down, as Confidence glares, definitely underestimating Skipper. He stomps the mat, waiting for him to rise, then grabs and snaps off the Confidence Breaker! Elix goes flat, as Chance quickly makes a cover. 1.....2.....3
It's over. Chance defeats a resilient Skipper.
Announcer: Here is your winner...
Chance however stops him, as PP slips the headset into the ring.
Chance: And... here is your glorious winner, Chance...Confidence. And you know what, this little punk did so well, I think he deserves a second match!
The crowd looks confused, as Chance reaches down, pulling Elix up to his feet, then stepping back, watching as he gets nailed by a vicious Northern Lariat from Platinum Punisher! The crowd boos, as Chance smirks, Punisher stomping vicious at Skipper on the mat. He yanks him up, putting him in a Full Nelson now, as Chance struts over, rubbing his neck a bit, then grabbing and smacking him across the face!
Chance: COMMON...*smack*PEOPLE....*smack* LIKE....*smack*YOU....*smack*ARE....*smack*WORTHLESS!!!*smack smack smack*
Elix looks out of it, unable to defend himself, as Chance snaps his fingers once more, Punisher swinging Elix around, then planting him with the Flawless Bomb. Chance grins and turns around, as he walks over, hopping atop the turnbuckle, but then stopping as a wild Faboon charges down to the ring, looking absolutely pissed. Chance gives a look of confusion, shrugs his shoulders and hops down, quickly exiting the ring, as Punisher follows in suit. Faboon charges over to the ropes, leaning over them and giving a quite wild little look, as bounces atop the ropes, definitely eager for his match later on.
We quickly fade to the next segment.
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Post by brokenrose on Jan 23, 2008 3:43:57 GMT -5
*The scene cuts to the inside of a local bar. It seems to be a bar for the younger crowd. Some guys are playing pool in the corner, some playing darts. A surprisingly sober Ronnie Cordova walks in through the front door. As the camera pans to the right, EWT Ox Division Champion BR Juri Sadamoto is sitting at the bar with a Pepsi in her hand. It would appear, even though she loves the bar setting, she has decided to be less about drinking since her best friend is straight edge. She raises the overpriced can to her mouth and sips. Ronnie sees her and approaches her, remembering Crash's request, in exchange for Crash giving up his spot on this weeks card.* Ronnie: *taps Juri on shoulder* Umm... Juri Sadimogo? Juri: Sa-da-mo-to. *She doesn't even look at him as she sips more.* Ronnie: Right, right. Awfully sorry. I'm terrible with names. How are you today? Juri: *Pained* Sober. Ronnie: Same here, same here. What are you drinking? Juri: *Still looking ahead* A product of Synful Intentions Inc. Ronnie: I may seem like a stupid arse sometimes when I'm drunk, but I'm sober now, and I'm pretty sure Pepsi *points to can* is not a product of Synful Intentions Inc. Juri: *Smile on her face* It's a secret. Ronnie: Ah. Haha. An inside joke? Juri: Maybe. *She turns around.* Ronnie, right? Ronnie: *extends his hand for a handshake* Ronnie L. Cordova, professional wrestler, college student, and charmed to make your acquaintance. Juri: *She returns the gesture.* BR Juri Sadamoto. Destroyer of bodies, artist of blood, and Ox Division Champion. Pleasure to meet you back. Ronnie: Whoa! *hold up hands jokingly in a 'stay back' gesture* Heh, heh. I don't wanna get in your way. *chuckles* Juri: You'll have nothing to worry about. Unless you challenge me to a hardcore match for my title. Then you should worry. Ronnie: *stares into Juri's eyes* I'm... I'm sure I came here for a reason. I... just can't remember now. *looks at Juri's nearly empty Pepsi* Can I get you a fresh one? Juri: Nah, I'm good. I was maybe going to get something with a little bit of substance before I go, but I decided against it. Ronnie: Substance? Juri: I think you, of all people, know what I mean. Ronnie: Alcohol? Juri: Correct. Ronnie: <_< >_> I'm trying to cut back. But don't tell anyone! Juri: I'm doing the same as well. Ronnie: How 'bout I buy you one? One for me too. One never hurts, right? Juri: Sure, why not? *Pause.* You said you came here looking for me? Ronnie: *thinking, suddenly it comes to him* RIGHT! Crash sent me here for something. Juri: Crash? Ronnie: Oh, he's a cool guy. He gave me his spot on this weeks card! But, he told me that in return, I had to get you to go on a date with him. Juri: ... *Snort* What?! Ronnie: Aww, that was cute, that little snort you did. Yeah, anyway, I have to talk you into going on a date with him so that I can have a match this week. Juri: What is it about all you men? Why can't you just come up to a girl and just ask? No, you have to get a contract to force me to do stuff or take me to Europe after costing me a match... And insulting my best friend too! My god, is there a sign on my back?! *She sees him staring at her.* ...The answer is no. Ronnie: Well, as badly as I want this match this week, I simply cannot, as a man and human being, pressure you into doing this. Juri: Thank you. You're the first decent guy I've met in EWT, well other than Spyke. *She pauses.* I feel bad about taking a drink from you though and I know what's it like to want to wrestle... Tell you what... You buy and I'll go out on a date with Crash... On one condition... Ronnie: Name it. Juri: Drinking contest. Last one standing wins. Ronnie: Juri: You heard me. You in, Ronnie? You think you can take me? *She narrows her eyes and smirks.* Ronnie: *sends the smirk right back* You're on! What do you drink? Juri: You name it, I'll drink it. Ronnie: *turns to bartender* Barkeep! Two Killian's Irish Red Lagers please! Juri: *Almost purring.* Good choice. *The bartender pours the two drinks and places it in front of them. The two look at each other and smirk.* Juri: For fun, a race? Ronnie: Of course. *Juri raises three fingers and slowly drops them until one remains. Then she drops that one too. They start to chug down their beverages. Quickly, the liquid disappears down their gullets until there is little remaining. Ronnie slams his glass down first, the victor while Juri slowly finishes the rest of hers.* Juri: Wow. You won. Next round? Ronnie: BARKEEP! Two more! *Fade to commercial.* "Hey you!" "Yeah you!" "You suck!" "You suck badly!" "Loser." "But you know how you could not be a loser?" "Watch Wrestling Honored Over All!" "It has stars like Hunk Bojangles!" "The Milfys!" "Erik Johannson!" "The undefeated Scott Ita!" "And other people!" "So watch WHOA!" "It may not help you at being a loser..." "But it's wrestling!" "Paid for by the Reverse Psychology Department of Richicorp." *Back from commercial. The scene is back at the bar. Ronnie is shirtless and has his pants on his head. He has quite the raucous crowd surrounding him.* Ronnie: *slurring* TEQUILAAAAAAAAAAAAA! *downs a shot of tequila* *Meanwhile, the camera goes to Juri who has flush cheeks. She sighs in delight, much to the delight of some man fans watch. One could tell she's has as much as Ronnie but strangely she's not as bad off as him at the moment.* Juri: One mooooooreeeee? Ronnie: Sure, Miss Barry Sardimolo! Barkeep! MOOOOONSHINE! Bartender: *off-camera* We don't have that! Juri: *Her quickly becoming glass eyes look over at the bartender as she rests her head in her hands. She plays with her redden cheeks while smiling.* Give ussssss ssssoome hard ssstufff then. *The bartender brings two shot glasses and a bottle of 99 Bananas over to the table* Juri: *Sounding strangely more Irish as time goes on.* 'ank yer! Ronnie: Ready lady? Juri: Yer nu et! Ronnie: Wha? *She places her hand on her glass and winks at him.* Juri: *Over enunciating her words.* Yoooouuuuu kkkknnnnooooowwwww iiiiitttttt. *Ronnie pours a shot into the glass, spilling a bunch in the process. Juri clumsy reaches over and pours herself a glass as well. She raises the shot to her mouth, her hand unsteady.* Juri: Yer move, good sah. *Ronnie downs the shot with ease. Juri slowly downs the shot, taking her time before finishing the shot. She smacks her lips as she slams the shot. Her head droops a bit as she looks over at him.* Juri: ...hic... Ronnie: Had enough? *Her left eye winks involuntarily before she yawns and stretches. She reaches out, grabs the bottle, and takes a deep swig.* Juri: *She places the bottle back. She sighs again in delight.* Ahhhhhh *Her face getting redder, matching her hair color.* Naught yet. Ronnie: Juri: Yer? Ronnie: I'm... feeling... sleepy... Juri: ...Yer? Ronnie: Uno mas? Juri: Ni, San, Yon.... Ronnie: I can't speak French. Juri: Nippon. Ronnie: Ichi. Juri: Hhhaaaaaiiiiii. Ronnie: YAHHH! *Ronnie karate chops the table, flinging everything into the air* Juri: *Goes wide eyed at Ronnie's actions.* ....nannnii? Ronnie: Kwaki surpi niikou? Juri: ....One mmooorreee! Yer tuuurrrrnnn. *Ronnie pours a shot and downs it. He hiccups immediately, but is still conscious* Juri: Iiiii hhhhadddddd ttwwwwooo. *Ronnie downs another* Ronnie: Ugh. *She grabs the bottle again, winking at him, and downs a 1/4 of what is remaining from the bottle.* Juri: *She grins widely.* Hhhiiiiii. Ronnie: This *hic* is getting *hic* to be too *hic* much. *hic* Even for me. *hic* Juri: Aaawwww... Cooommmmeeeee oooonnnnnn.... Ronnie: My liver hurts. *hic* Juri: Ppllllleeeeaaassseeeee. Ronnie: Ohh... kay... *She hands him the bottle with an unsteady hand.* Ronnie downs what's left* Juri: ...Eh? *She reaches over and pokes him.* Ronnie: Not... done... yet. *She pokes him again.* Juri: Hey hey? *Ronnie falls face first onto the floor* Juri: ...Onie? Ronnie: *She tries to stand but stumbles to the floor. She crawls over to Ronnie. Poking him in her drunken state.* Juri: Onie? Ronnie: *She sits up a little straighter.* Juri: Looks like I win. *She tries to stand but sways and falls back down to her butt.* I'm worse than I thought... *She looks over at Ronnie. Sighing.* You got the drinks. I'll get the cab. *Holding her head as she softly shakes it.* And don't get me wrong, you get the floor. I sleep alone. Ronnie: Juri: Good answer. *She searches his pockets and pulls out the money needed for the tab. Then pulls out her cell to hand to the bartender.* Call a cab for two. *She begins to get more and more towards passing out herself.* Ronnie: Juri: I admire ya, Ron. Just know your limits. Ronnie: Juri: I feel ya. *Lurch* I feel ya... *Fade*
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Post by respectmeordye3 on Jan 23, 2008 12:32:55 GMT -5
Before Matt Morgan's theme song can even start up he comes flying head over heels right out onto the steel ramp followed soon by Bullz-I and his valet Callie Shaw.
Bullz-I leans over and delivers a barrage of violent punches before pulling Matt up into a standing position and then throwing him face first straight into the steel ring post---a move that knocks him silly. Bullz-I then tosses him inside the ring--the bell rings and Bullz-I instantly gives Matt Morgan his finisher-The Invertibreaker- and goes for the pin.
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3!
Bullz-I wins again!
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Post by teamireland on Jan 23, 2008 15:32:07 GMT -5
BACKSTAGE- EWT ARENA, TEAM IRELAND LOCKER ROOM
*Aidan Donelly, Sean McCann, Shane Malone & Coach O'Hare are plotting how best to get their hands on the tape of Liam O'Neill's "secret".*
Aidan: I've got it. We wait outside Mahavir's locker-room & when Liam comes out we roll him up in a carpet & throw him off a bridge!
O'Hare: How does that help us get out hands on Liam's tape?
Aidan: Very well, we wait until Mahavir comes out, we roll HIM up in a carpet & throw him off a bridge!
O'Hare: Are you just not listening or what? WE'RE TRYING TO GET THE TAPE! This isn't some sort of stupid college fraternity prank!
Aidan: Well, you're not coming up with many ideas yourself there, Coach.
Sean: I'm in favour of the carpet thing. Either that or we steal his pants while he's in the shower. Then he has to swap the tape if he wants them back!
O'Hare: Jaysus! I'm surrounded by fecking morons! Wait, wait, wait... Sean, you might just have something there.
Aidan: Hould on there! You called MY ideas stupid?!
O'Hare: Naw, not stealing his pants, I mean about getting something & making him trade it back. What does Malahala have that he prizes the most?
Sean: The blade with the big boobs?
Aidan: Product placement deals with several Indian Corporations?
Sean: A really, really nice car?
Aidan: A winning smile?
O'Hare: Good guesses, but you're way off! Y'know that auld title he's after winning there?
*The proverbial light-bulb goes on over Aidan's head.*
Aidan: That title he's having a match for at Common Ground?
O'Hare: The very one, just so happens there's a spot open in that match...
Aidan: BAGS! Sean: (slightly later) BAGS! Aw, crap!
O'Hare: Aidan gets it. Now, Sean, don't worry, you'll have a role too. You have to accompany Aidan out there & ensure he's the last one left in that ring! Aidan whenever you win that Tri-State Title, don't get too attached, we'll trade it to Mahanana for the tape, provided you get a re-match, where you win it back. Then we have the tape AND two titles! Sean, maybe you could aim for the OX-Division title after that, eh? It won't take too long to teach all of EWT's champions YOU WILL NEVER BEAT THE IRISH!
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Post by liontamer12 on Jan 24, 2008 7:20:40 GMT -5
A Video appears on the Toomitron of the end of part one of The Guardinals vs. Johnny "Rellik" Stamboli and "The Holy Father" Darren Matthews in December of 2007.
[glow=red,2,300]"Valentine picks Rellik up and Irish whips him, only to be Irish Whipped himself, he ducks under the clothesline. Rellik goes prone, JLV skips over him, on the final pass, Rellik delivers a bone-shattering lariat, slamming JLV to the mat.
King: Oooh! My gosh did you see that JR?
JR: I sure did. I don’t know if Valentine will be able to get up from this one.
Rellik puts his elbow up and attempts to drop it over JLV’s chest. The Lion is too quick and rolls out of the way. He quickly returns to his feet and begins to relentlessly strike Rellik into a corner. Referee Tim White begins to push Valentine away. Valentine doesn’t stop. The ref begins the count, 1,2…JLV stops and puts his hands up. Rellik disrespectfully slaps Valentine’s cheek as he steps away. JLV stops, rubs his cheek and explodes to the corner cross bodying Rellik onto the turnbuckle. As Rellik falls, he reaches for the tag and The Holy Father makes his way into the ring. The crowd boo’s loudly at the turn of events.
JR: There’s the tag and now The Holy Father is the legal man.
King: Well, JLV wanted this match and he got it. I’m excited to see what happens.
Matthews and Valentine circle each other for a few moments and explode into a tie-up. They struggle, moving all over the ring, corner to corner. The finally reach the corner closest to the recovering Rellik with Valentine in control. Valentine breaks away and once again charges toward Matthews. Matthews ducks and pushes JLV up and over the ropes and out of the ring.
JR: Oh my! Valentine has been thrown out of the ring! Who’s gonna’ win?! We’ll find out, right after this…"[/glow]
The video fades to black and big, white, bold letters appear saying, "And now, the lost conclusion of that fateful match on December 15, 2007..."
[glow=red,2,300]"We return from the commercial break with The Holy Father holding down JLV with a painful example of a reverse chin lock. Valentine, obviously beaten and tired, struggles to free himself from the clutches of Matthews. He finally begins to stand up and begins throwing deafening blows into the gut of Matthews. The Holy Father releases the hold and Valentine rushes across the ring to bounce off the ropes and return to Matthews delivering a devastating clothesline knocking both Valentine and Matthews down. The referee begins the count as the crowd stands to their feet for the tag.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
FOUR!
FIVE!
JR: Valentine was able to break the hold! But he's got to get that tag!
King: Get up!
SIX!
SEVEN!
EIGHT!
Both men begin to stir and start crawling to their respected partners.
NINE!
Just before referee Tim White mutters the word "ten," both men simultaneously make the tag and Davidson and Stamboli clash at the center of the ring with the utmost in velocity. The crowd explodes in excitement as each man scratches and claws to wear down the other. Finally, Stamboli lets up and Davidson is able to Irish whip Stamboli to the opposite end of the ring. On the rebound, Davidson catches him and uses the momentum to bring him up for the Eagle's Landing! He executes the move perfectly in the center of the ring and gets up quickly.
JR: He's got him! Eagle's Landing!
King: Oh my gosh!
Valentine begins up the turnbuckle when The Holy Father starts up the opposite turnbuckle hoping to catch the Eagle off guard. This fails and Davidson notices quite quickly and sprints to the top of the turnbuckle preforming an alarming rendition of the Fall from Grace! The crowd blasts a cheer as next, Valentine performs the Lionsault on Stamboli in the center of the ring! The crowd erupts again and Davidson scurries to get the cover on Stamboli.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
Referee Tim White calls for the bell.
DING, DING, DING!
Howard Finkel: Ladies and Gentlemen, your winners by pinfall, THE GUARDINALS!
The crowd erupts once more as Land of Confusion blasts from the speakers. Davidson and Valentine hug in celebration and raise each other's arms in delight to the crowd. Camera fades out."[/glow]
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Post by SHOCK_THE_TRUTH.VLTG3 on Jan 24, 2008 15:48:20 GMT -5
The lights in the EWT Arena go out. Everyone in attendance is screaming, unsure if it’s another weeklong blackout, or one of the wrestlers doing something scary. Suddenly, we see the same message from before pop up. SYSTEM STARTUP BEGIN
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SYSTEM STARTUP…
COMPLETE [/color] Suddenly, the blue screen of death appears on the Toomitron. And then, suddenly, it goes into static. And then…it changes. : I’m home.
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Post by Ragnal on Jan 24, 2008 15:49:10 GMT -5
Suddenly, two lighting bolts strike down the stage of the Toomitron, and “H! VLTG3” plays over the PA system. Everyone in attendance can recognize the lyrics, and a figure walks out from behind the curtain. The fans go wild as they welcome back… Lillian: Ladies and gentlemen, making his way to the ring, he is…a two-time EWT Tag Team Champion…a two-time EWT Tri-State champion…and the most recent former World Heavyweight Champion of Extreme Wrestlecrap Threaderation…he is... The figure takes halts Lillian in her introduction as he steps into the ring, and asks for the mic himself. : All you need to know, folks, is a name…and that name is FOREVER….MIKE! RAGNAL! The fans go wild once more, and Ragnal looks around him, seeing the crowd once more in front of him and raises a fist high as they chant “WELCOME BACK! WELCOME BACK!” Mike: Now…I know. It hasn’t been too long since I left EWT, that’s for sure. Heck, it was three months ago I was out here, fighting what I thought was my last fight in EWT, and hanging around everyone for one last time…but I have to be honest. First off, I really did miss this place. This place was truly my home, my world, my everything…and I feel like I just left it without a second thought. The crowd cheers Ragnal for some reason. Mike: No no, it’s true. I honestly believe that I left at the worst of times. The tag division was looking to become full of life…but name another team other than Raftshack to challenge for those belts. Limey left all of a sudden…damn…really wish he was here…but then, there’s one thing that’s really bugged me since I left…something I regretted since Old School. But to refresh your memories…I’d like you to put your attention to the Toomitron… The crowd then boos, realizing where Mike’s coming from with all this. Mike: Yeah…I had the opportunity to keep that gold, but I turned it down. And I look at the World title scene right now…and the fact I was a heel back then, it didn’t help matter much. So right now, I’m going to make a promise. This time around, no heel turns, no feeling a lack of appreciation…just the good ol’ Master of Elemental Disaster. Because I’m here now to breath life back in EWT’s World title scene, and get my revenge on One and his Miniature X-Pacs! In fact…consider myself one of those mystery opponents in the Survival Cage! The crowd goes wild once more, chanting “Ragnal! Ragnal!” Mike: That’s right! So Chance, Indigo…I’d watch out if I were you. Because neither one of you is going to know what hit you in the Survival Cage. And THAT…is the SHOCKING TRUTH! “H! VLTG3” plays once more as Mike climbs to the turnbuckles, and raises his hands high as the crowd welcomes back their hero.
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Post by teamireland on Jan 24, 2008 16:06:10 GMT -5
*Petey Williams' music starts up & the crowd gives a slight pop as the ridiculously muscular little guy makes his entrance.*
David Penzer: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, making his way to the ring, from Windsor, Ontario, weighing in at 180lbs, he is "The Maple Leaf Muscle"... PETEY WILLIAMS!!!
*Petey flexes his biceps a little bit on the ramp as he shows off his physique to the crowd.*
Mike Tenay: And we're back with a match-up of current Team Ireland Captain, Aidan Donnelly & the former Team Canada Captain, "The Maple Leaf Muscle", Petey Williams. Don West: THIS COULD BE AN INTERESTING MATCH-UP, MIKE TENAY! THESE TWO MEN HAVE A VERY SIMILAR STYLE THAT COULD MAKE FOR A VERY EVEN MATCH!
*Dropkick Murphys' "Rocky Road to Dublin" begins playing as Aidan Donnelly steps out at the top of the ramp with a Tri-Colour draped over his head & shoulders, Coach O'Hare with his Hurley & Tri-Colour of his own follows closely behind. Aidan & the Coach take a few steps forward & when the lyrics of the song begin, Green, White & Gold pyro explodes at the top of the ramp. Simultaneously, Aidan & O'Hare hold up their Tri-Colours behind their heads. Aidan drapes his back down over his shoulders & carries on to the ring.*
Penzer: And the opponent, representing Team Ireland, weighing in at 214lbs, accompanied by Coach O'Hare, from Dublin, Ireland, he is the Captain of Team Ireland... AIDAN DONNELLY!!!
*In the ring, Aidan folds up his Tri-Colour & hangs it over the ring post.*
Tenay: Aidan sure looks confident this evening, but "The Maple Leaf Muscle" might be too much for him too handle. West: AIDAN & "THE MAPLE LEAF MUSCLE" FACED EACHOTHER ONCE BEFORE, MIKE. BUT THAT WAS A TAG-TEAM MATCH & IT WAS A LONG TIME AGO! ALOT HAS CHANGED BETWEEN THESE TWO IN THE PAST YEAR & A HALF!
DING-DING!
*Both men scoot around the ring a little, sizing eachother up. They lunge into a collar & elbow tie-up. Petey begins forcing Aidan down to his knees. Aidan struggles, using all his strength to fight back against "Maple-Leaf Muscle".*
Tenay: "Maple Leaf Muscle" Petey Williams seems to have a strength advantage over the Team Ireland Captain here, Don. West: YOU GOT THAT RIGHT, MIKE TENAY! "MAPLE-LEAF MUSCLE" PETEY WILLIAMS IS SIMPLY OVER POWERING AIDAN DONNELLY!
*Aidan disengages from the hold & slides out of the ring. Petey Williams goes to follow, but Aidan hangs him out on the top rope. Petey flops backwards into the ring. Aidan climbs up the ringpost from the outside, waiting on Petey getting to his feet.*
Tenay: What on Earth has Aidan Donnelly got planned here? It's not very often we see the Team Ireland Captain go to the top rope. West: HE'S GOTTA TAKE A DIFFERENT APPROACH THAN USUAL, MIKE! "MAPLE LEAF MUSCLE" PETEY WILLIAMS IS UTILIZING HIS POWER TOO MUCH FOR AIDAN DONNELLY'S GRAPPLING STYLE! BUT AIDAN'S NOT JUST A MAT WRESTLER, MIKE. HE'S A SKILLED AERIALIST AS WELL!
*Aidan leaps off the top with a Missile Dropkick on Petey. Petey tries to roll with the impact & get back to a standing position. As soon as he does, Aidan tosses him with a T-Bone Suplex. Aidan dashes to make a cover...*
1...
2...
KICKOUT!
*Petey gets back to his feet & gives Aidan a Snap Suplex. He tries to follow up with a Sharpshooter.*
Tenay: "Maple Leaf Muscle" Petey Williams going for that old Canadian staple, the Sharpshooter. West: HE TIES HIM UP IN THAT SHARPSHOOTER SO QUICK, MIKE! "MAPLE LEAF MUSCLE" MIGHT HAVE THE MATCH WON RIGHT HERE!
*Aidan struggles forward & manages to grab a hold of the ropes as Petey releases the hold.* Tenay: Aidan has got the ropes. "Maple Leaf Muscle" Petey Williams has to release the hold! West: IT'S LUCKY FOR AIDAN HE WAS SO CLOSE TO THE ROPES! IF THEY HAD BEEN IN THE CENTRE OF THE SIX-SIDED RING, "MAPLE LEAF MUSCLE" PETEY WILLIAMS COULD'VE DONE ALOT OF DAMAGE!
*Aidan stands again & whips Petey towards the ropes. Petey rebounds & spins right around Aidan with a Tilt-a-Whirl Head Scissors, Petey then takes Aidan down with a Side Russian Leg Sweep.*
Tenay: "Maple Leaf Muscle" Petey Williams with that Russian Leg Sweep. West: HE JUST DROVE HIM RIGHT TO THE MAT WITH THE RUSSIAN LEG SWEEP!
*Petey takes a few steps back from his opponent & makes a "roll-over" motion over his head.*
Tenay: "Maple Leaf Muscle" signalling that he's going for that sick Flip Piledriver, "The Canadian Destroyer". West: IT'S SUCH A SICK MOVE, MIKE! IF "MAPLE LEAF MUSCLE" CAN HIT IT HERE ON AIDAN DONNELLY IT'S ALL OVER!
*Aidan gets back to his feet & wanders over in the direction of Williams as Petey stamps his feet & makes a "reeling" motion.*
Tenay: You can see it now; "Maple Leaf Muscle" is reeling him in. West: HE'S REELING HIM IN, MIKE!
*Petey is about to hit "The Canadian Destroyer", but Aidan reverses it into an Air Raid Crash! Aidan makes the cover...*
1...
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KICKOUT!
Tenay: "Maple Leaf Muscle" managed to kickout after that Air Raid Crash! West: YOU'VE GOTTA BE KIDDING ME! "MAPLE LEAF MUSCLE" IS STILL ABLE TO GO AFTER THAT MOVE! BUT I'LL BET IT TOOK ALOT OUT OF HIM!
*Aidan is rather shocked at Petey's ability to kick out. Petey whips Aidan towards the corner & looks to follow up immediately with a Stinger Splash. Petey charges full speed towards Aidan. Aidan gets a boot up into Petey's face.*
Tenay: Aidan managed to get a boot up into "Maple Leaf Muscle's" face to block the attack. West: HE GOT THAT BOOT RIGHT IN "MAPLE LEAF MUSCLE'S" FACE, MIKE!
*As Petey reels back slightly stunned, Aidan catches a hold of his arms & climbs up to the second rope. Aidan flips himself forward, hitting "The Guinness Hangover" on Petey!*
Tenay: "The Guinness Hangover"! This match just might be over! West: THERE'S NO WAY "MAPLE LEAF MUSCLE" CAN GET UP AFTER THAT ONE, MIKE!
*Aidan covers...*
1...
2...
3!!!
*"Rocky Road to Dublin" starts playing again as the referee raises Aidan's arm.*
Penzer: Here is your winner... AIDAN DONNELLY!
Tenay: Aidan Donnelly successful in singles competition for the second consecutive week with his triumph over "Maple Leaf Muscle". West: I THOUGHT "MAPLE LEAF MUSCLE" HAD IT WON WHEN HE WAS ABOUT TO HIT "THE CANADIAN DESTROYER", MIKE! BUT AIDAN DONNELLY JUST PROVED A BIT MORE RESILIENT THAN "MAPLE LEAF MUSCLE" TONIGHT! Tenay: But as soon as Aidan hits that "Guinness Hangover"... *A replay of "The Guinness Hangover" is shown.* Tenay: ...it's all over. "Maple Leaf Muscle" wasn't quite tough enough to get the job done against Aidan Donnelly tonight, but Aidan will have a very different environment at Common Ground. West: AIDAN'S GETTING A MICROPHONE!
*Coach O'Hare gets in the ring & stands next to Aidan.*
Aidan: I'd say that alot of folks didn't think I'd be all that good when it came to singles matches! But look now, that's two weeks I've been out of Tag-Team Competition & two notches in the "win" column.
Tenay: He has proven his worth in singles competition!
Aidan:Now I'll add an exclamation point to that when I get a hold of that Tri-State Title at Common Ground. Just take a look at who all's in there! A Bollywood actor, a priest, a pampered rich bloke, a fat guy I pinned last week, a fella who thinks he's a knight, a lad related to another fella on the roster, a f***in' midget & a guy who can't decide what the hell he is! These lads are supposed to be a threat?! They'll all wind up like our dear auld mate, Petey, here!
Tenay: He's talking about the "Maple Leaf Muscle" & disrespecting his Common Ground opponents! West: AND YOU JUST KNOW HE WOULDN'T HAVE THE COURAGE TO SAY THAT TO THOSE GUYS FACE-TO-FACE!
Aidan: With Sean watching my back, there's no need for us to fear any of those other eejits winning the belt. Because, as we all know by now... *O'Hare leans into the mic as well.* Aidan & O'Hare: YOU WILL NEVER BEAT THE IRISH!
*"Rocky Road to Dublin" plays again as Aidan takes his Tri-Colour from the ring-post & drapes it over the fallen body of Petey Williams.*
West: AND NOW... THE BURIAL! THAT'S JUST DISRESPECTFUL TO "THE MAPLE LEAF MUSCLE"! Tenay: Donnelly may have got the victory over "The Maple Leaf Muscle" here tonight, but he'll have different fight on his hands at Common Ground! Now we send it to the back where Crystal is standing by with Robert Roode...
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Post by respectmeordye3 on Jan 25, 2008 12:49:33 GMT -5
EWT comes back from a commercial break only to have Bullz-I standing in the ring with a mic. He speaks.
"Y'know, at EWT's upcoming Pay-Per-View Common Ground, I have a match---it is of course as you may guess, my very first PPV match while I have been here at EWT and for that I am thankful--what I do not appreciate however is that of all the people I could have been put up against, I get none other than that loser who calls himself Cassinova--or as he should call himself-Assinova!......."
Bullz-I laughs-as does his valet Callie Shaw, and Bullz-I then continues.
"However, that being said If Assinova is who I hafta beat the bloody life out of to get the respect I deserve around this dump then so be it!, In fact, Why not have somebody.....say, some jobber who wants to make a name for himself come out here and try to do so!"
A cheesy theme song plays and a young guy wearing half pink/half silver tights marches on out into the ring.
"And what is your name young man?" asks Bullz-I
"My name is Eggerton Pinky and I wanna kick your hiney!" screams the young challenger.
Bullz-I nods.
The bell rings and the impromptu match starts right up as Bullz-I slugs Eggerton in the face right away knocking him out cold.
Bullz-I goes for the pin.
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3!
Bullz-I wins yet again!
He rolls Eggerton out of the ring and then grabs a mic "Assinova, lemme give ya a bit of advice, you can pray to as many gods as you want--it won't matter, 'cause none of them will be able to help you!, You can try and bring as much luck with you---that won't work either!, Try anything you want to try because at Common Ground the only thing that's gonna get grounded is you!
Bullz-I drops his mic and walks backstage with his valet Callie Shaw........
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Post by SsnakeBite, the No1 Frenchman on Jan 25, 2008 15:56:13 GMT -5
Announcer : LAAADIIIIIIIIIEEES AAAAAANNND GENTLEMEEEEN !! The following contest is scheduled for one fall ! Introducing first…
*Jackie Moore’ s theme blasts through the speakers and the woman appears at the end of the ramp and greets the crowd, getting a good reaction. Meanwhile, our new hosts start their job.*
Mike Amery : Welcome once again folks ! We are glad to be with you for another match tonight as Jackie Moore versus “Sexually Suggestive” Ivy Rosepine is about to start ! I’ m Mike Amery…
Frank Curtis :… and I am Frank Curtis ! I can’ t tell you how excited I am about tonight’ s match up ! Two women fighting each other ! It’ s the beauty of a wrestling match AND the beauty of curves ! It’ s like the total package ! Right, Mike ?
Amery : Well, it’ d be a lie if I said you’ re wrong !
Announcer : From… weighing at… give a warm welcome toooo JACKIIIIIEEEE MOOOOOOORE !!
*Right after Moore enters the ring, her music fades away and makes room for “Hysteria” as the crowd gives another good reaction.*
Announcer : Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome the French Connection ! And the contestant in tonight’ s match up. She hails from Lille, France, accompanied by the Darkness in the Light, Mysth, this iiiiis… “Sexually Suggestive” IVYYYYYY ROOOSEPIIIIIIINE !!
Curtis : And here comes everyone’ s favorite Frenchwoman of the EWT !
Amery : Well that MIGHT have something to do with the fact that she is the ONLY Frenchwoman of EWT… but I’ ve gotta admit she has really impressed me so far ! But will it be enough to take down Moore ?
*Ivy makes her way to the ring, a big smile on her face, greeting the crowd and high fiving some people, as Mysth follows closely. When she reaches the ring, she does a “Devil fingers” motion to the crowd. She then climbs the apron, turns around in the direction of the crowd and rests her arms on the tope rope. She then waves her waist in a very… well, sexually suggestive manner, then enters the ring. She blows a kiss to Mysth who is at ringside before turning in her opponent’ s direction and takes a shoot wrestling stance.*
DING DING !!
Curtis : And the match is under way ! But no matter which way it ends, I’ m already happy !
*The two women start by circling around, trying to find a an opening. Moore goes for an assault, but Ivy dodges then counter attack, but Moore dodges as well. Ivy goes for a kick to the hips, but Moore grabs the leg and throws Rosepine away, but she manages to keep her balance and jumps on the second rope of the nearest side and strikes Moore with an elbow to the head ! Moore stumbles but doesn’ t fall Ivy runs for a Clothesline, but Moore quickly chops her in the belly, which kills Ivy’ s momentum, and Moore connects with a DDT !*
Amery : This smells good, Frank ! It looks like this match will be back and forth and that’ s just what I love !
Curtis : I didn’ t know a wrestling match could have another smell than sweat, and all I’ m smelling for now is YOU, Mike ! I told you not to eat that thing at the restaurant !
Amery : Oh please ! You can do better than scat jokes.
*Moore wastes no time and runs at the downed Ivy Rosepine. Mysth warns his girlfriend, who out of reflex sweeps and takes down Jackie Moore. Rosepine immediately gets up and takes a run up. Her timing is near perfect as Moore starts to rise and Ivy runs for a Dropkick to the face ! Ivy runs at Moore and hits her with an Elbow Drop. She then jumps on the nearest turnbuckle. She goes for the Shooting Star Stomp but Moore rolls out of the way as Rosepine lands on her feet ! She doesn’ t have time to see Jackie run at her and send her to the mat with a running STO ! Jackie goes for the cover !*
ONE…
KICKOUT !
Curtis : I don’ t wanna sound pretentious, but I kinda saw that coming. This is way too early to even think of a pinfall !
Amery : You know, I’ ve seen matches end in much weirder and quicker ways than this, and that was a pretty stiff STO, so hey, why not give it a try ?
*As Ivy gets back to a kneeling position, Moore runs at her from behind and tries to apply a Sleeper Hold, but Ivy hears the steps and immediately elbows her in the stomach as Moore is about to grab Ivy. Ivy gets up and throws a stiff kick to the chin of Jackie Moore, followed by a Tornado DDT ! Ivy immediately grabs Moore and applies a Dragon Sleeper. Jackie Moore can immediately be heard groaning in pain as Mysth looks on, impressed since submission holds is something at which his girlfriend is much better than himself.*
Curtis : Dragon Sleeper ! And that’ s a pretty tight one too, right Mike ?
Amery : You’ re damn right about that, frank ! Just look at the expression of pain on Jackie Moore’ s face !
*Jackie Moore is trying as hard as she can to get out of the grip, but Ivy doesn’ t budge, and actually seems to to tighten the hold even more, which makes Jackie Moore squeal. The referee asks her if she wants to give up but she still says no ! Ivy keeps on applying pressure and seeing her opponent slowly losing her strength, she believes the match is about to end, but Jackie suddenly manages to throw her leg forward and to grab the bottom rope with her feet ! Ivy Rosepine immediately releases the hold and waits for her opponent to get back up.*
Amery : An amazing display of toughness by Jackie Moore here ! I thought she was going to tap out but she managed to get out of it.
Curtis : True, but that doesn’ t mean she’ s out of danger. She seems to have felt the effect of that hold !
*Moore slowly gets back to her feet, nursing her neck. Ivy gets back to her shoot wrestling position. She kind of expects a lock up, but Moore surprisingly charges and goes for a Clothesline, but Ivy dodges and shoves her into a turnbuckle, where Moore lands chest first, allowing Ivy to quickly rush for a Guêpière !! She immediately gets up and grabs the groggy Jackie Moore and goes for a German Suplex with the pin !
ONE…
TWO…
KICKOUT !!
Amery : Wow ! Holy crap that was close !
Curtis : Indeed it was ! It looks like the end is near !
Amery : Hm, don’ t underestimate Jackie, though.
*Ivy grabs Jackie Moore by the head and brings her back to her feet. She grabs her for a Powerslam, but Jackie sends an elbow to the back of Ivy’ s neck. Ivy Rosepine loses her focus, which allows Moore to grab her head and running forward for a Running Bulldog ! Jackie gets up and so does Ivy, but Jackie is faster and she grabs the French woman for a Suplex ! But Rosepine manages to slip out of it and land on her feet ! Jackie Moore turns around and gets punched in the face by her opponent, who then Irish whips her into the ropes and runs to the opposite side. They both bounce and Ivy nearly breaks Moore’s jaw with a Black Dog Serenade ! And she covers !*
Curtis : WHAT A KICK ! I simply can’ t believe what I just saw !!
Amery : AND THE COVER !!
ONE…
TWO…
THREE !!
Announcer : Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner… Sexually Suggestive IVYYY ROSEPIIIINE !!
Amery : Waow ! What a match that was !
Curtis : Damn right ! That was truly impressive… and that last Black Dog Serenade !
*”Sexually Suggestive” Ivy Rosepine gets her hand raised by the referee, then she poses to the crowd, which is beaming. Mysth joins her to congratulate her and she kisses him in the middle of the ring. This is the last image of this match before we cut to the next segment.*
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Post by barbedwireharry on Jan 25, 2008 21:43:56 GMT -5
*A jaunty tune hits as Disco Inferno comes dancing and parading down to the ring much to the dismay of the fans. He climbs into the ring to await Barbedwire Harry Knox. "Sabotage by the Beastie Boys hits, but no Harry. Suddenly he sneaks up from behind and nails Disco Inferno in the back of the head with Norma Jean. He yells to be tossed a mic.*
BWK: Apparently, the head honchos enjoy booking me in joke matches. One week I'm facing a fan-boy jobber and the next a Bee Gees wannabe! Well I'm sick and tired of being one big giant punch line to the EWT Administration! So I have decided to fight the power that is EWT Administration! And I encourage you, the fans, to do the same and not take this crap anymore! *Drops mic and sticks two big, middle fingers in the camera's face and exits through the crowd*
*Commercial*
*Harry is seen in the parking lot getting into his car when a young man wearing glasses comes from behind*
Seth: Excuse me, Mr. Knox?
BWK: Whowhaddajitheh!?!!?? *Grabs the man* Who are you!? Seth: My name is Seth. I'm an intern. The Network heard your complaint and sent me as your personal assistant.
BWK: *Pauses with a confused look* But I just cut that promo like five minutes ago.
Seth: I know, sir. The Network is very keen and proficient when it come to listening and dealing with their personality and wrestler.
BWK: *Strokes beard* Haha! This is perfect. Now I have an accomplice to help me with whatever I need done. OK! Get in the car, we have to plan out our strategy if we want to take on the power.
Seth: *With a nervous tone* B-b-but, that wasn't in the job descrip-
BWK: Ah, to hell with the job description! Get in the car!
Seth: Yes, Mr. Knox...
BWK: Call me, Harry *smiles*
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Post by raftshack on Jan 26, 2008 11:15:04 GMT -5
We fade back in after a rousing 15 second TNA segment involving Simon Diamond just staring at the camera for no reason, as we hear the familiar sound of Apache starts up, as the crowd cheers, Faboon emerging from the back, along with a slightly bandaged Zeleke, who seems to be ready for action, despite his previous injuries at the hands of their opponent. The start running towards the ring, well, Faboon runs, Zeleke limps.
Announcer: The following handicap elimination match is scheduled for one fall! Approaching the ring first, the challengers, from Foreign Alien Island, at a combined weight of 399 pounds, Zeleke and Faboon... Team Raft Shack!
The two slide into the ring, again, as serious as usual, which means they are about fifty percent less wacky. They simply jump up and down in place, laying in wait, as the music fades out, Chance's theme, Gun by Gus Gus starting up now, as the crowd boos, the Platinum Punisher emerging from the back, cracking his knuckles, his neck, and stomping down towards the ring. His employer however, is nowhere to be seen for some reason.
Announcer: And introducing their opponent, from Diamond City, Arkansas, weighing in at 275 pounds, the Platinum Punisher!
The Punisher continues stomping down to the ring, only to stop, as Faboon charges, diving and taking him down immediately with a somersault plancha! He starts beating angrily on the much bigger opponent, only to get shoved off instantly, as the Punisher rises back up, Faboon not backing down, now battering him with a quick series of forearms, as Zeleke watches from the ring, cheering his tag partner on, then grasping at his throat, which seems to be one of the areas damaged amongst him. Faboon keeps pounding away, only to get pie faced, as Punisher shoves him off, continuing to stomp down towards the ring, as Faboon backs off, sliding back in, running off the ropes, then coming back as he makes his way into the apron, leaping at him with a dropkick to the face, which gets slapped away. Faboon lands hard, but rises back up, ignoring the pain, as Punisher steps over the top rope, then going down to one knee by a low dropkick by Faboon. The angry white haired lunatic starts unleashing a flurry of kicks right at his masked face, as the Punisher endures each one, but doesn't seem to be too affected. He rises back to his feet, as Faboon kicks further and further away, grabbing and trying to whip him off, but the man doesn't even move, instead pulling Faboon into a vicious short arm clothesline, turning him inside out! He starts stomping relentlessly over him, as he rises back to his feet, right into a series of fists from the Punisher, sending him staggering back with each one. Faboon however keeps stomping forward, refusing to relent, as the Punisher seems more then willing to pelt him with these fists. Faboon manages to duck one, aiming another low dropkick, connecting again, as he quickly backs up, charging and hitting a Shining Wizard, staggering the Punisher! He pants a bit, then pops back up, backing up and nailing a second one, putting this... this beast on his back, as he immediately makes a cover. 1.....2
Punisher powers out, sending Faboon sailing. He crashes into the mat, gasping in pain, as Punisher rises up, stomping closer and yanking Faboon over by the head, now unleashing another series of brutal fists, intent on beating the living hell out of these two it seems. Faboon growls, wriggling out of this grip, as he runs over, tagging in his partner. Zeleke grins, climbing delicately into the ring, then limps over, beating angrily on the Punisher with his bare fists, then gasping and dropping down, seeming to have hurt those further too, dropping on all fours. As he does, Faboon charges up, leaping off his back and nailing a front dropkick to the Punisher's face! The Punisher drops back down... as Faboon tugs Zeleke up, tossing him atop for a cover! 1.....2..
Another power out, as Zeleke goes sailing, crashing and damaging his ribs, which also have been injured previously. He gasps for air, shaking his head wildly, as Punisher rises up once again, stomping closer over towards the fallen Zeleke, only for Faboon to charge back into the ring to protect, pounding away once again on the Punisher, as Zeleke rolls off to the other side of the ring. Faboon then runs over, hopping back over the ropes and tagging out, as he once again charges in, right into a brutal standing lariat, doing further damage. He grasps at his neck, as Punisher stomps over, driving his foot into the area, as he chokes him beneath his boot. Faboon wriggles and flails in this blatent move, as he squirms further, trying to push that foot off of his throat, the Punisher however not budging at all. Faboon continues to try to push him off, when finally, he simply steps off, reaching down and scooping him up with ease, slamming him back into the mat. He immediately drops an elbow, before going for a cover. 1.....2......
Faboon kicks out. Punisher doesn't seem to care, as he sits back up, grabbing Faboon by his pale white locks, then pulling him to his feet, punching him even further, as Faboon stands there and staggers, groaning in pain. The Punisher lifts him up once more, now atop his shoulders, falling back and nailing a Samoan Drop! Faboon gets flattened beneath, as the Punisher rolls him over, looking for the pin again. 1.....2......
Faboon gets the shoulder up. Once again the Punisher sits up, uncaring, as he stands, now aiming a few more brutal stomps at that throat area, before pulling him up once more, grabbing him around it and sending him sailing with a choke toss, Faboon being sent rolling along the mat... as he grimaces. The Punisher stomps after him again, looking down and making his way atop the turnbuckle, positioning himself, but suddenly stopping, as Zeleke charges into the ring, racking the ropes, Punisher straddling the turnbuckle! He doesn't seem to care too much, as Faboon slowly rises up, seeing this, then watching as Zeleke charges, leaping up as high as he can, taking Punisher down with a top rope hurracanrana! Faboon rolls out of the way, as he crashes hard, clutching the neck a bit, as Zeleke cringes in obvious pain, rolling to the outside of the ring. Faboon looks down and grins wide, rubbing his neck, then climbing atop the turnbuckle, positioning himself, then leaping off for the Crashing Helicopter Crunch! He connects, the crazed young man looking on in absolute joy, as he makes the cover. 1.....2.....3
NO!!! The Platinum Punisher manages to kick out. Faboon can't believe it, as he slowly rises up, grasping his head in utter disbelief at this... this thing. He pants a little, rubbing more at that throat, then leaping atop once more, unloading another series of desperate fists, punching wildly, missing a few times, as Punisher slowly sits up, clutching his chest slightly, but not too affected, as he shoves Faboon off him again. He looks on in horror, rising up slowly, the Punisher following, as he aims another kick, which gets caught, Punisher hoisting him high, swinging him around, then planting him with a vicious Spinebuster! Faboon groans in pain... as the Punisher climbs atop, once again making a cover. 1....2.....3
Zeleke comehow comes in and breaks it up! The masked menace slowly looks over, rising up, only to get a diving headbutt to the chest. He hunches over, as Zeleke rises up desperately, nailing a scissors kick across the back of the neck! Punisher lands flat... as Zeleke now clutches his leg, limping over and helping Faboon to his feet. The two look at each other and nod, as Zeleke limps back to the outside, Faboon grabbing the stomping at the back of Punisher's leg, as he starts rising once more, Faboon however backing up, delivering a desperate chop block, sending him tumbling to the mat! Faboon then grabs that leg, quickly clinching on a simple leg lock, pulling back on the thing, as the Punisher simply kicks him off with his free leg, before rising back up, only for Faboon to immediately follow, nailing another dropkick to this leg! The Punisher drops to a knee, as Faboon now clings on this leg and in pure desperation, starts biting down on it! Punisher stops, as he tries shaking him off, but to no avail, as Faboon seems to have wrapped himself completely around that leg, clinging and gnawing desperately on it! The punisher starts to stumble, as Faboon cackles, immediately locking in and dropping down to Do It for Insurance! Punisher starts shaking in pain, as Faboon has the hold locked on tight, desperate to end this match now. Punisher tries to reach out towards the bottom rope, but seemingly to no avail. As Faboon looks on in joy, he stops immediately, as a man in a gold lucha outfit suddenly sprints down to the ring,
Faboon pops up, leaping up and nailing him with a dropkick as he gets up there, immediately knocking him off, not wanting anything more to do with these mysterious interlopers, as he turns around, suddenly getting scooped up and planted with the Flawless Bomb! He acks, falling limp, as Punisher covers him for the pin. 1.....2......3
Faboon has been eliminated. He looks on, completely dazed right now, as Zeleke climbs into the ring slowly, looking at the Punisher with eyes full of anger, as he stomps forward, beating his chest, then clutching it in pain, grimacing, as the Punisher stomps over slowly, Zeleke leaping up and hitting an Enziguri as he approaches... to no effect. The Punisher simply stands there, reaching back down and cradling Zeleke in his grip, dropping him across his knee for a Rib Breaker. He then hoist him up atop his shoulders, applying a torture rack, as the poor pink haired being screams in pain, but still holding on. Punisher then drops him immediately with a Samoan Drop, leaving him laying there motionless. The Punisher then climbs atop, leaping off and nailing his Moonsault once again, crushing Zeleke beneath him, whose eyes nearly bug out from the intense pain. The Punisher hooks the leg, making the cover.
1.....2......3.
Zeleke is eliminated.
Announcer: Your winner of the match... the Platinum Punisher!
The Punisher rises back up, clutching at his leg slightly, stroking it with a finger, a bit of blood seen dripping from it. The Punisher looks down, stomping over and yanking Faboon over once more, backing up and obliterating him with a spear, laying him out as well. The crowd boos angrily, as the Punisher simply rolls out of the ring, stomping back up the rampway, as EMTs run out, checking on TJT's challengers... making sure they aren't injured, as we fade to commercial.
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Post by brokenrose on Jan 26, 2008 11:46:41 GMT -5
*Fade into the EWT arena, the crowd abuzz.* Finkel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is for the EWT OX-DIVISION CHAMPIONSHIP! Introducing the challenger... *Shastakovich's "Symphony #5: Finale" bursts out onto the speakers to a good level of cheers, as Voltigeur steps out and makes no haste en route to the ring.* Finkel: From Rotterdam Netherlands, weighing in at 303 pounds, VOLTIGEUR! *Volt quickly hustles to the ring, sliding in as he suddenly gracefully removes his hat and coat, handing them to the referee and cracking his neck as the music fades out.* Pike: Hello, I'm Roger Pike-- Lemmon: And I'm Tom Lemmon, commentator to the utmost... Pike: And tonight our EWT Ox Division Champion is facing off against THAT MAN in the ring! Lemmon: Man? Uh...freak of nature? * “Rose” hits the PA system to cheers. * *From out of the top of the stands comes the no nonsense Ox Division Champion, BR Juri Sadamoto. She stares down into the ring, knowing the challenge ahead of her. Yet still, along the way, she slaps the hands of the fans that try to greet her. She walks all the way down to the barricade and leaps over it. She rolls her neck slowly then slides into the ring. She stretches her arms & legs one last time before the match as The Fink reads off her info.* Finkel: Now residing in Osaka, Japan... Weighing in at 142 lbs... She is the current Ox Division Champion... BR Juri Sadamoto! *She waves slightly to the cheers she gets then unstraps her title, handing it off to the referee. She then begins to get in match mode by warm up her legs and arms in a small fighting stance as her music fades.* Pike: Well there she is, the Ox-Division Champion. What a sight! Lemmon: Yeah…a sight of disgrace that is. That belt probably weighs more than she does! Pike: Uh Tom, that’s kind of sexist not to mention really inaccurate. Before you play that card, I want you to keep in mind that she CLEANLY won it from Cassinova. No dusty finishes, no cheating, nothing but her own skills. Lemmon: Wait...what happened to him? Pike: You don’t even pay attention, do you? *rolls eyes* *After the initial bell, Voltigeur takes a swinging bow in the direction of Juri, his massive body swinging about as one knee crashes onto the mat with an awkward grace. As he smiles, she places her hands on her hips, head facing the crowd to her left as she rolls her eyes. Voltigeur takes this the wrong way however, getting back to his feet and yelling something out to her in Dutch, unintelligible to the audience―or Juri, for that matter. Making no waste of time, Voltigeur advances towards her, his head turned sharply downwards as the hulking knight attempts to grab his opponent…who simply dodges out of the way.* Pike: A swing and a miss on the part of Voltigeur… Lemmon: What, are you surprised? Do you really think that some big…whatever he is― Pike: Knight. He’s a Knight, Tom! Lemmon: Whatever! That’s not important. Anything gave’n ya the brilliant thought he would actually― *Voltigeur attempts to grab ahold of her again, but once again, Juri simply sidesteps the big man, who has to swing his frame 90 degrees in order to face her. However, once more she dodges him, turning behind him and kicking him in the crook of his right knee. Volt turns around, but the much quicker Ox Division Champion simply keeps behind him, attacking the knee with a barrage of kicks. Voltigeur throws an elbow backwards to try and shoo her away, but she ducks and chop blocks the right leg, causing him to lose his balance as he stumbles about. With his other leg, Voltigeur kicks backwards, the leg wanging Juri across the left side of her torso, but she shrugs it off and grabs ahold of the tree trunk of a limb. Suddenly Voltigeur seems himself in a bit of a tight spot, flailing around like a wounded duck to keep his balance without toppling over. Before his right leg can possibly regain equilibrium, Juri delivers a leg whip, the Dutchman crashing to the mat in a heap, pounding the mat with both of his fists as he gets up, Juri backing off so as not to get caught by a counter-attack.* Pike: She’s playing it smart, and that’s the way we do it. No need to take the big man on toe-to-toe... *Volt hauls himself up to his feet, the big man turning around and facing the champion, but keeping his distance so as not to get attacked from the side…or from behind. Gingerly and slowly, Volt steps forward, his arms out so as to catch a dodge just in case. With his size, he eventually corners her to one side of the ring, but before he can really do anything, she slips out of the ring, sliding in at another juncture. Voltigeur turns to go after her, but she slips out again, reappearing in the ring behind him. With his head spinning, the next time he sees her in the ring, Voltigeur charges head on, but Juri ducks him, pulling down on the ropes as Voltigeur launches himself out of the ring, crashing into a retaining barrier with a thud. Laying in disgust, Voltigeur holds his head and shoulders, rubbing them in an attempt to reduce the pain―both physical and psychological―that is afflicting him at this juncture. The referee begins to make a count for the knight to get himself back into the ring, lest he be disqualified.* Referee: ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! *Volt gets to his feet, walking into the ring* FIVE! Lemmon: Took him long enough! Pike: Maybe, and I think it's safe to say the Champ got the better of this exchange, and rightfully so. *He slides in, only to have his right leg attacked from the side by a low dropkick from Juri, who makes him have to turn himself over to try to defend, at the rather awkward point that is the edge of the ring. Volt pulls himself in, but once more, his leg is stomped and kicked at. Before he can get to his feet, a front dropkick knocks him from a sitting position to a sprawl on his back as Juri places him in a kneelock, twisting the shin of Volt as he swipes at her like a helpless turtle propped onto its back. Unable to really get much of an advantage, Voltigeur crawls towards the ropes to break the hold. Unfortunately for the challenger, Juri gets wise to this, pulling him back to the center of the ring. With Juri’s grip tight, Volt pulls his legs back, thrusting forward as Juri is sent back about 5 feet or so. As she scrambles to get up, Voltigeur, from a sitting position, throws himself at her, an axehandle crushing onto her shoulders as he gets back up. Now on her back, Juri kicks with her legs at Voltigeur’s right leg, knocking him back, but he grabs ahold of her to prevent this to be much of an evasive move.* Pike: Uh…oh. Lemmon: Yeah, you can say that again. Hey, Roger…how much do you think that― Pike: Hang on… *Voltigeur grabs Juri by the legs, lifting her up high above his own head* Pike: I see where this is going, unfortunately. *The massive Dutchman, holding the Ox Division Champion over 8 feet in the air, slams her down incredibly hard―a textbook Amsterdam Slam landing―however, this fails to satisfy Volt, who lifts her again for another Amsterdam Slam. But she fights him, even kneeing him in the fact. Sensing he might be losing her, he quickly pulls her back into a huge spinebuster, crushing her to the mat as he wastes no time in making the cover.* Lemmon: Rargh…Volt angry…Volt smash! Big dummy… Pike: The referee is counting this one… ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! *Voltigeur is utterly shocked, the champion kicking out from his barrage of heavy moves but she strongly kicks out. He stands back up looking rather cross as she holds her back in discomfort as she sits up. Voltigeur goes to charge her but stops and allows her to stand back up again. As soon as she does, the courtesy stops. He charges yet again at her. BR scouts it right away though, and rolls right out of the way. He comes springs back right at her on the rebound. But she Dropkicks him in the knee she was working on causing him to fall backward. He quickly gets back to a kneed position as he holds his no doubt hurting knee. Sadamoto makes it back to her feet then quickly walks to meet him. She cracks him right across the face with a hard chop.* Woo! *She goes for another but Voltigeur pushes her back violently. The force sends her back from the ropes right into his waiting arms. Juri is thrown up in the air as Voltigeur waits for her to come down. But she catches him in a Headscissors as she falls. She goes to throw him. Nothing. She sits back up and chops him across the face again then tries to throw him. No! Frustrated, she tries one more time and as she whips her body back to throw him... He lands a sickening Sitout Powerbomb! He covers her for the pin.* 1! 2! She kicks out! Lemmon: Risky much? Pike: She’s still alive, and that’s what matters. Most men wouldn’t kick out of that one… *Voltigeur looks positively mad at this point. There's no way a woman should be able to take all his offense and still be able to kick out! He pulls her back to her feet by her hair and places her into a Suplex position. With a quick pull from his legs, he pulls her up high into the air. But she counters with knees straight into his forehead that would cause a normal man to go crosseyed. He wavers while holding her leaving him open for a thunderous Elevated DDT by the Ox Division Champion. She covers him and hooks the leg.* 1! 2- KICK OUT! Pike: Shazam! *The big man pushes her off of him and quickly makes it back to his feet in a rage, stressing his injured knee no doubt. He goes to grab the rising Juri but she swiftly dodges. Bounding off the ropes, BR comes back at him with what looks like her Ro-zu Thorn. But he catches her before she spins and launches her into the air. Viciously, she lands on her abdomen and begins to try to learn how to breath again. But Voltigeur is unrelenting. He pulls up the gasping Juri and goes for a Bearhug, trying to use her lack of breath as a surefire way of taking her out. Normally, this would be a good plan however he forgot that it leaves himself open.* WOO! WOO! WOO! WOO! WOO! WOO! WOO! WOO! WOO! WOO! WOO! *Soon, his neck is red and he's also gasping for air. She slams both her elbows into his arms and his grasp begins to loosen. Then she begins to kick his knee. It would seem that the mighty Voltigeur is being grounded. Desperate for a way out, he leans down then catapults the hapless Juri over his head in a Belly to Belly Suplex. She lands on her back with a thud and sits up holding it as her mouth forms an “O”. He falls to a knee gasping for air himself, checking to see if his neck is bleeding. Juri has taken to rolling over to her back and blowing her red hair out of her face with her returning breath. The crowd begins to cheer them on as the referee starts a ten count.* 1! 2! 3! 4! 5! Volt rises! *He looks like he's done with this match and wants the title that he was so sure he would get. After walking over to her, he reaches down and pulls her back to her feet. Her eyes are closed and she's breathing heavily. He smirks lifting her up high to a Military Press. He begins to pull her up and down as he prepares to slam her down hard. But as he lifts her up the third time, she comes back to lift and struggles. She gets to be struggling so much that he loses his grip and she falls behind him. She quickly rises to her feet then jumps back as he turns.* CRACK! Ooooh! *Juri rocks Volt hard with a kick to the jaw, the likes of which looked to been perhaps bone breaking. But he remains on his feet, swaying slightly but still standing. Thinking quickly, Juri jumps down and Legscissors his legs. With little resistance, she rolls him over and pins him!* 1! 2! 3! HE KICKS OUT! Lemmon: NO! NO! *But it's too late! She rises the victor! The crowd begins to cheer as she's handed back her title and the referee raises her hand.* Finkel: Here is your winner... And still Champion.... BR! JURI SADAMOTO! Pike: There you go ladies and gents, to all those who doubt the Ox-Division Champion’s abilities, would you like your crow rare or well done? Lemmon: THIS IS A TRAVESTY! Pike: I think not. This was an excellent match from two fine competitors, and as close as that was, I don’t think we can really say there’s any way that these two are going to leave it at this… *She looks over at Voltigeur from where she's standing and blows him a kiss as she smiles with a cockiness to her face. She exits the ring and gingerly makes her way back through the crowd. She pauses in the crowd one last time to raise the title in the air before disappearing under the stands.*
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Sigma: Current SRW Champ!
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Post by Sigma: Current SRW Champ! on Jan 26, 2008 15:35:12 GMT -5
Tony Schiavone: Jesse, I’m not one to say anything negative about Sigma, but I honestly don’t think he should have scheduled this match so soon after his horrific mauling by Team Ireland, and so close to his EWT Toolshed Title match at Common Ground against Team Ireland member Shane Malone. What is he thinking?
Jesse Ventura: Well, remember one thing about Sigma. He’s not that easy to get rid of. Sigma is a different beast than others. Any normal wrestler in the EWT would have been put out for months after that gruesome encounter. But Sigma is back after 2 weeks off.
Tony Schiavone: And in a big way. Although Sigma isn’t 100%, he is cleared to wrestle. Not only that, he is also cashing in a favor from Mahavir Abha in the form of this match, which is for the EWT Tri-State title.
Jesse Ventura: Every man has a goal, and Sigma’s is winning titles. Although Sigma is injured a bit, Mahavir needs to look out. Sigma doesn’t mess around when it comes to the ring, and he will demolish his opposition.
Tony Schiavone: This is true as we have gotten word that everything is ready in the ring. And let’s get down to the ring and our ring announcer, Gary Michael Capetta.
Jesse Ventura: This should be really good.
(Bell Rings)
GMC: Ladies and Gentlemen, our next contest is scheduled for one fall…and it is for the EWT Tri-State Championship.
(“Personal Jesus” by Depeche Mode plays, crowd is mixed)
Entering the arena now, he hails from Tacoma, Washington. He’s weighing in tonight at 258 pounds, He is SIIIIIIIGGGGGGGGGMMMMMMMAAAAAAAAAA!
Sigma enters the arena, without his complete body attire, but with just the bottom of his attire and his ribs taped up. The audience is stunned that the scars and the bruises of his past battle are so apparent. The look of Sigma’s face shows hardly any emotion, but he is not deterred.
Tony Schiavone: And Sigma is coming out, but looks like he’s not even ready. Where’s his upper portion of his attire?
Jesse Ventura: I doubt that Sigma isn’t ready. Remember, He’s wounded so the attire could be constricting to what he could do in the ring.
Tony Schiavone: Good point, Jesse and now Sigma’s got a hold of the stick from Gary Capetta.
Sigma: Team Ireland, you have caused me so much anguish and grief. It’s now time for the battles to come to an end. The match at Common Ground will be Last Man Standing. Shane Malone, I will beat you within an inch of your life. You can guarantee that. And Sean McCann, Sammy says hello.
Tony Schiavone: Who’s Sammy?
Jesse Ventura: Sammy must have been that cross-dresser in the video. I think she sent Sigma that video.
Tony Schiavone: Good observation, Jesse. And now back to Gary Capetta.
(“Thoda Sa Pagla” by Ashiwarya Rai from the film Aur Pyar Ho Gaya plays, crowd immediately cheers)
GMC: And his opponent for this contest. Being accompanied to the ring by Jasmyne, From Mumbai, India and he weighs in at 244 pounds, He is the EWT Tri-State champion, the Bollywood Big Shot, Mahavir Abha!
Tony Schiavone: Mahavir Abha is ready for this contest with his trademark big smile and with Jasmyne in hand, he’s got everything he’s ever wanted.
Jesse Ventura: Not only that, he’s gotten a taste of EWT Gold in that Tri-State title. He’ll be putting that up in a Tournament at Common Ground, or it could be Sigma with that belt around his waist.
Tony Schiavone: That could happen, but is Sigma physically up for the challenge.
Jesse Ventura: If Sigma is up for this title match, he will be up for his match or matches at Common Ground.
(bell rings)
As the bell rings, Mahavir tries to extend a greeting to Sigma. Sigma shakes his hand, and when Mahavir Abha flashes his trademark smile, Sigma pulls him in and delivers a massive knee to the mid-section. Mahavir collapses to his knees in pain. Sigma gives a sadistic smirk.
Tony Schiavone: Well the match is underway and Mahavir is extending his hand to Sigma in some form of sportsmanship.
Jesse Ventura: Awww, how sweet. I doubt this will last 3 seconds.
Tony Schiavone: And Mahavir flashes that trademark smile of his, and SIGMA PULLS HIM IN FOR THAT MASSIVE KNEE!
Jesse Ventura: I was right. And there we see a sadistic smirk on Sigma’s face. It’s probably the first time he ever wanted to smile in the past couple of weeks.
As Mahavir is in pain, Sigma pulls him up, gives him an Irish whip to the ropes, and delivers a clothesline to the Bollywood Big Shot. While down, Sigma starts to stomp on Mahavir’s midsection. Jasmyne is a bit worried.
Tony Schiavone: Sigma pulls up Mahavir, Irish whip and a clothesline.
Jesse Ventura: And there ya go, Sigma is softening up Mahavir’s Midsection.
Tony Schiavone: Jasmyne is looking really worried for her man in the ring.
Jesse Ventura: Don’t you mean men?
Tony Schiavone: Sigma hasn’t slept with Jasmyne.
Jesse Ventura: Right, but the ref has.
Tony Schiavone: Good point.
As Sigma lifts Mahavir up, Mahavir nails Sigma with an elbow to the taped ribs, Sigma cringes and Mahavir gives him a Big Number.
Tony Schiavone: Sigma, looking to plan something big, but Mahavir with a counter.
Jesse Ventura: Simple elbow to an injured body part will cause pain in his opponent.
Tony Schiavone: Mahavir is lifting Sigma, and DELIVERS A BIG NUMBER!
Jesse Ventura: Mahavir knows Sigma’s hurt. He’s hitting his weakest spot now, his abdomen.
Ref: 1…..2……Shoulder!
Tony Schiavone: And Sigma gets the shoulder up.
Jesse Ventura: Sigma left himself wide open and almost lost the match because of it.
After this, Mahavir proceeds to stomp on Sigma’s weakened mid-section. Afterwards, Mahavir picks up Sigma and gives him a bodyslam to the canvas. Mahavir runs to the ropes and delivers an elbow to the injured midsection of Sigma.
Tony Schiavone: Mahavir, stomping away at Sigma’s midsection.
Jesse Ventura: Mahavir is picking his spots. That’s the key to being a champ. You have to pick your spots and pick them well.
Tony Schiavone: And Mahavir lifts up Sigma, and drops him with a stiff bodyslam.
Jesse Ventura: That’s what Mahavir needs to do. Get Sigma grounded and work that mid-section.
Tony Schiavone: Now mahavir, off the ropes and nails an elbow.
Ref: 1…….2…….NO
Tony Schiavone: And Sigma kicks out at 2.
Mahavir decides to go for a 2nd elbow, but Sigma rolls away. Sigma then lifts up Mahavir and delivers a hard Vertical Suplex, which hurt himself just as bad as Mahavir.
Tony Schiavone: Mahavir trying the elbow again, but SIGMA ROLLS OUT OF IT!
Jesse Ventura: Smart thinking by Sigma, as he lifts up Mahavir and delivers a hard Vertical Suplex to him.
Tony Schiavone: Yes, Jesse but he hurt himself also.
With both men down, the ref starts the count.
Ref: 1…………2……………3………….
Tony Schiavone: The ref’s at 3.
At 4, Sigma gets up to his knees, and crawls over to Mahavir to pin him.
Ref: 1…………2……..No.
Jesse Ventura: Mahavir kicks out at 2.
Sigma then decides to work on Mahavir some more. He irish whips Mahavir to the ropes, but Mahavir counters and gives Sigma the Maha-Kick.
Tony Schiavone: Sigma lifts up Mahavir and tries to whip him to the turnbuckle, but Mahavir Counters and hits the Maha-Kick.
Jesse Ventura: Mahavir now has a huge opportunity here. Sigma is reeling now and Mahavir can easily put him away now.
Sigma then falls flat on his face and Mahavir shows the perly whites before picking Sigma up, and sets him up for the Guru Bomb.
Tony Schiavone: And Sigma goes down.
Jesse Ventura: Mahavir is wasting time. He should be going after Sigma instead of showing off his white smile.
Tony Schiavone: Well, he did that and is setting up Sigma for the Guru Bomb.
Jesse Ventura: If this hits, Sigma’s toast.
Just as soon as Mahavir starts to follow through, Jasmyne sees trouble up ahead.
Jasmyne: LOOOOK OUT!
What she spied behind him was Aiden Donnely with a steel chair. Aiden nails Mahavir over the head with it, and he goes down. The ref calls for the bell just as Aiden nails Sigma in the back with the chair.
Tony Schiavone: THAT’S AIDEN DONNELY! AND HE’S GOT A CHAIR!
Jesse Ventura: It’s looking like payback.
Tony Schiavone: He connects with the chair, And Sigma gets a blast from the chair as well.
Jesse Ventura: Aiden Donnely doesn’t care. Team Ireland already hates Sigma, why not beat him down again for sport?
(bell rings, crowd boos)
As Aiden hits both of them with a chair, the rest of Team Ireland comes marching down. Coach O’hare decides to act like a tough guy and grab Jasmyne and drag her into the ring.
Coach O’Hare: Up into the ring, you slut.
Jasmyne: AHHHHHHHHHHHH!
Tony Schiavone: And here comes the goon squad.
Jesse Ventura: Just make sure Team Ireland doesn’t hear that line.
Tony Schiavone: Coach O’hare dragging Jasmyne by the hair into the ring. That truly makes him a man, going after a defenseless Jasmyne.
Jesse Ventura: I think he’s sending a message now. He’s showing Mahavir, Liam, Sigma, and the rest of the wrestlers in the back that Team Ireland is done with playing around now.
Coach O’Hare: Now listen up, missie. Me and you are going to watch Aiden, Sean and Shane completely dismantle your boyfriend and that jackass Sigma. Think of this as punishment for all of the grief you and your boyfriend have caused us these past few months. GET THEM!!!!!
Tony Schiavone: Now that’s just dispicible right here. Holding a woman in bane, just to see her man getting a beating of his life.
As soon as Tony said that, Shane Malone gives Mahavir a Giants Causeway, whereas Sean McCann gives Sigma a Dublin Stomp. Jasmyne cries out to them to stop, however O’Hare covers up her mouth with his hand.
Tony Schiavone: A Giant’s Causeway by Shane on Mahavir and Sean runs up the turnbuckle and gives Sigma a Dublin Stomp on his already busted ribs.
Jesse Ventura: Helps out on all fronts for Team Ireland. Sean is softening up Sigma for Shane for their Last Man Standing match, while Shane is helping Aiden out against Mahavir.
Jasmyne: STOP! STOP!
Coach O’Hare: Shut it, you gobsheed!
While Sigma and Mahavir are down, Aiden, proceeds to smash Sigma’s ribcage with the chair, Sean and Shane stomps on Mahavir’s body. After about a few moments of that, Liam O’Neill sprints down to the ring to help out his buddy Mahavir.
Tony Schiavone: Aiden is now smashing up Sigma’s ribcage with the chair, and Sean and Shane are stomping Mahavir flat.
Jesse Ventura: Wait, who’s that coming down?
Tony Schiavone: IT’S LIAM O’NEILL! LIAM IS HERE TO SAVE THE DAY FOR HIS FRIENDS!
Jesse Ventura: But can he? He’s outnumbered 1 against 4.
Tony Schiavone: Liam is duking it out with Sean, and Shane Malone just clobbers Liam in the back.
Jesse Ventura: Poor, poor idea by Liam to go after all of Team Ireland by himself. He should have at least brought some backup.
After the brutal blow by Shane Malone, Aiden tells both of them to hold Liam up. As they do so, Aiden gives Liam a big chair shot to the head, knocking out Liam. Coach O’Hare demands that they do it again, but this time with the Barb-Wired Hurley. Sean and Shane get him up again, and Aiden just clobbers Liam over the head with the Hurley.
Tony Schiavone: Now Liam’s defenseless, and Aiden is aiming at his head.
Jesse Ventura: There’s no way out now for Liam.
Tony Schiavone: And the chair connects and Liam is out like a light.
Jesse Ventura: Mahavir, Sigma and Liam are now out light lights.
Coach O’Hare: No! Pick all three of these eejits back up and whack him with this!
Tony Schiavone: IT’S THE BARB-WIRE HURLEY!
Jesse Ventura: Some blood will be spilt now.
Tony Schiavone: As Sean and Shane pick him up, Aiden nails him between the eyes with the Hurley.
Jesse Ventura: Now he’s out like a light.
Tony Schiavone: And now they lift up Mahavir, and he gets blasted with the Hurley.
Jesse Ventura: It looks like the lights are now out in Bollywood.
Tony Schiavone: Now Sigma is getting lifted up, but Sean wants to deliver the shot.
Jesse Ventura: He wants to deliver this shot just to get back at Sigma after all he’s went through these past few weeks and that tape that has been shown.
Tony Schiavone: Aiden agrees and he goes to hold up Sigma. Sean winds up, and just blasts Sigma over the head.
Jesse Ventura: Second time in a row that Sigma has been clobbered by the Hurley. However, Sean is still beating him with it.
Tony Schiavone: At least they have the decency to have him stop. Sigma, Mahavir, and Liam are all a bloody mess. Sigma is again, and former Team Ireland member, Liam O’Neill has been taken apart by his former Team Ireland bretheren.
Jesse Ventura: Just another day at the office for these guys.
Jasmyne is finally released sobbing really heavily and is trying to revitalize Liam and Mahavir. Sigma is just laying in a pool of his own blood again. And the Coach is gloating.
Coach O’Hare: Well now, look what we have here. These three decided to cross us once again, and they got what they deserved: a Hurley to the head. Sean, you’re now a man again for taking apart that dispicible excuse for a human being in Sigma. The rest of you, will do really well at the PPV. Shane, you will defeat Sigma again, just like before. Aiden, you will win gold from those other idiots in the tournament, just like before. Furthermore, to the rest of you incompetent buffoons, listen up and listen well. YOU WILL NEVER BEAT THE IRISH! AHAHAHHAHAAHAHAHAH!
(I’m Shipping Up To Boston by the Dropkick Murphys plays)
Tony Schiavone: Well, there you have it. Another unwarranted Team Ireland beatdown. This time, against Liam, Mahavir, and Sigma again.
Jesse Ventura: Sigma can’t be at even 30% after these attacks. Mahavir and Liam will have very tough times in their matches against the competition.
Tony Schiavone: Shane Malone is now rubbing the Toolshed title in Sigma’s face, roaring at him.
Jesse Ventura: Aiden grabs Mahavir’s belt and rubs it in his face too. He’s saying that he’ll be holding the belt after it’s all said and one.
Tony Schiavone: Sean is just yelling at Liam for leaving Team Ireland.
After they leave, the EMT’s arrive and take Liam, Mahavir, and Sigma out on stretchers, all 3 of them are all busted open.
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The Line
Patti Mayonnaise
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Post by The Line on Jan 26, 2008 20:06:58 GMT -5
"Insecticidal" Andy Duke is shown walking through the service entrance in a black button-up shirt, black slacks, and sunglasses. His his left arm, he has his gym bag. His right arm is arm-and-arm with an unidentified woman. She is tan, approximately 5'4", with somewhat short brown hair with blonde highlights.
The camera shot is wide and from far way. Sum Guy runs in, and the camera comes closer.
Sum Guy: Hey Andy Duke? What do you plan on doing this "Cast of Heroes" stuff?(looking at the woman) Ooh-la-la, who might this be?
Duke: Eh, thats for me to know (the woman and him kiss) and for you to find out.
The lights go out, flicker on to reveal Andy Duke alone, go back out, and come back to reveal Sum Guy and the woman back.
Guy:What?
Duke: .....Nothing. Anyways, this "Cast" started something back in December when they laid me up. Who ever it is, you know where I am. Take away the mystery. Remove the veil. Show yourself, so we can finish this once and for all. C'mon, I have to get ready.
Duke and the girl leave arm and arm.
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Tiffany
Mike the Goon
Don't ask me. I'm just a girl... aheheh, aheheh...
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Post by Tiffany on Jan 27, 2008 13:59:18 GMT -5
"It's Tiffany, Bitch!"* Tiffany's entrance music starts up as she appears on the stage wearing a white vest & black leather booty shorts & doing her best to dance seductively in time to the Britney Spears tune. She walks down to the ring, blowing kisses & slapping hands with ring-siders. Since siding with former Team Ireland crackpot Liam O'Neill, her popularity seems to be on the rise. A large portion of the audience still boo her, though, wishing that her roster spot would go to a more talented female.* Toni "TG" Garcya: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from Los Angeles, California, weighing in at 118lbs... TIFFANY!!! * Tiffany gets to the ring & crawls along the apron, shaking her butt. She gets in the ring between the middle & bottom ropes, rolls to the centre & does the splits.* Nick Russ: Good evening EWT fans, Nick Russ here with Jerome "The Lord" East. This next match is between two GND's in EWT that, well, haven't been the most popular. It's safe to say, Tiffany may be the most controversial GND to come along in quite some time. Jerome "The Lord" East: Mella Drom Attoc may be just as controversial, Nick. She proved to be something of a Yoko Ono for Coming Attraction Productions. She breaks off her relationship with Lull Songstra & the whole group vanishes. Russ: There is one important difference. Unlike Yoko, Mella has shown a tiny amount of talent. 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. * * Tiff & Mella stand at opposite ends of the ring, neither one really sure how they managed to get in this predicament. They run at eachother & each flails weak looking slaps in the other's direction.* Russ: Well, this sure is, uh, different, eh, Jerome? East: Can you really say that it's any worse than any Trish Stratus match? * The referee breaks up the girlie slap-fest & demands that some actual wrestling take place. Tiffany looks at him blankly while Mella gives the ref an icy look. Tiffany tries to go for a roll-up on Mella, but she bungles the pin attempt & rolls Mella into the ropes. Tiffany herself goes rolling on out of the ring through the bottom & middle ropes. The crowd loudly boo the terrible botchery. Inside the ring, Mella takes a few steps back & runs towards the ropes at high-speed.* Russ: Is Mella Drom Attoc about to fly? East: This is about the most athletic ability we've ever witnessed from the former actress! * Mella hits the brakes just before she reaches the ropes & dismissively waves off the fans who assumed she was going to do anything vaguely extreme. The fans loudly boo her as Mella smirks to herself. Tiffany jumps back up on the apron & tries to grab at Mella's head to twang Mella's throat off the top rope. But Tiffany slips when she gets back on the apron & misses Mella's head entirely. Mella still sells the move, though & the crowd boo all the louder for this stinker of a match.* Russ: Umm.. Did she get her? I thought Tiffany missed. East: I think Tiffany may have just caught her there... Just barely. * Tiffany rolls back into the ring & motions as if she's about to do something. Tiffany points her hand in the air & makes a circular motion.* Russ: I think we're about to see Tiffany's Cartwheel Elbow Drop. East: A move she's been using to put opponents away since... well... never... * Tiffany retreats to a corner & perfoms a Cartwheel, over shooting Mella by nearly six inches, she drops the elbow anyway. The fans boo.* Russ: Tiffany just missed the elbow drop by a few inches. East: Then how come she's going for a cover? Russ: Well... I stand correceted, she must have hit it after all. * The announcers can't cover for this abomination of a match. Even the referee looks sick of it as he counts Tiffany's cover...* 1... 2... KICKOUT! * Tiffany drags Mella to her feet, but Mella quickly fights back, forcing Tiffany to the mat & slamming the bimbo's head repeatedly against the canvas. Tiff manages to roll over & we have a full-fledged Catfight on our hands.* East: Oh... uh, CAAAAATFIIIIIIIIIGHT!!! I feel like such an idiot... * This draws some appreciation from the lonely, lonely male portion of the audience. This is the most vocal (& only) positive reaction the match has had so far. The leers & catcalls of the audience don't sit well with Mella. She tries to disengage from the Cat Fight, but this silly Diva-fighting is Tiff's specialty. They roll around again & Mella manages to kick Tiffany off her. Tiffany stumbles back against the ropes. Mella gets to her feet & whips Tiff across the ring. Tiffany quite slowly hits the ropes & makes certain she's in the right position before rebounding. Mella, who was crouched over for a Back Body Drop looks up, wondering what the hell is taking Tiffany so long. As she does so, however, Tiffany is just too close to Mella. The bimbo collides with the soapstar & the two hit the mat in a heap.* East: ... The hell?! * Both women get their feet, determined to make the match work on some level. Tiffany audibly suggests that Mella hit her with a Spinning Wheel Kick. Mella hits the ropes & rebounds with the move as Tiffany waits in place. The kick misses by a country mile, but Tiff still collapses to the ground. The audience boo the hell out of her.* "YOU F****ED UP! YOU F***ED UP!" * Mella makes a cover on Tiffany...* 1... 2... 3... * Tiffany gets a shoulder up after 3. The ringsiders that spot her blunder boo her all the more.* Russ: Did she get her? No, Tiffany got her shoulder up. The match continues. East: I thought she got her too. * The ring is bombarded with the boos of the fans that noticed the obvious error & they grow all the more impatient.* * Taking advantage of the downed bimbo, Mella waves her hand to the audience in a dismissive gesture, but then manages to go ahead with an actual wrestling move! She pulls through her Diamond Superior! The bridged wristlock manages to put Tiffany into a pin.* 1.… 2... * Tiffany kicks out, but can’t manage to break the hold. But, unfortunately, Mella begins to shake a little, and her arms give out. She collapses on top of Tiffany.* 1... 2... * Tiffany pops out! And the crowd groans. Mella shakes her head, and slaps the mat- and gets a slap to her own head by Tiffany! Mella lets out an irritated huff and spears Tiffany into the mat. The two commence a cat fight once more. This time, it ends with the two overselling out of the ring and landing flat outside in a puddle.* Russ: Damn, that looked ugly! * Both sit on their asses for a second, before Mella stands and wipes the dust off of her attire. Both look quite flustered, and Tiffany slides into the ring as Mella cleans herself off. Tiffany stands still looking around her- until Mella grabs her by the ankles and pulls her down.* Russ: A moment of confusion for Tiffany there. East: Mella's probably about to give her enough of a pounding that Tiffany'll stay confused for a few weeks! * This time Mella climbs into the ring, and kicks Tiff in the head. She cackles and twirls around with her arms spread out- until she trips over the sprawled body of Tiffany.* Russ: Ooh, a bad spill for Mella, there. East: She miscalculated the position of Tiffany in the ring. Russ: Or maybe that was Tiffany's intention! East:... BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! * Mella looks about as depressed at the audience. Tiffany sneaks up behind her and hits an unexpected snap mare. A few weak kicks to the midriff of Mella and she goes for a pin!* Russ: ... East: ... Russ: ... East: ... An actual wrestling move from TIFFANY! 1... 2... * No dice. Mella kicks out and elbows Tiffany in the face. She stands up and goes for a clothesline that Tiffany somehow dodges, before being pulled back into a crucifix pin! Unfortunately, Tiffany’s managed to botch it on Ashley-levels. The two hit the ground, and Mella bounces away. The whole audience at this point is just about ready to throw their beer and candy at them. And that’s saying quite a lot, since there‘s some pretty big boys in this audience.* Russ: To quote a certain old-timer... that was bowling-shoe ugly! * Both of them stand up once more, and Mella looks sickened as Tiffany waves merrily. Tiffany charges toward Mella, only to be evaded and tangles herself in the ropes. Mella shakes her head, and goes over. She pulls Tiffany out of her entanglement by grasping her hair very, very hard. Tiffany yelps, and falls toward Mella. Blissfully, Mella’s seemed to have had some sense knocked into her and manages to pull her into a semi-sloppy school boy pin.* 1 2 3! * She stands up, hops out of the ring and pulls her hot pink cape over her face as she races to the back.* Russ: Well a victory for Mella Drom Attoc. East: I think the only losers here tonight were the fans. * Tiffany sits in the ring. This match was bad even by her standards. It seems as though she's on the verge of breaking into tears.* * Cut to a Common Ground Promo Video*
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