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Post by Toom E. Guci on Mar 5, 2006 12:19:06 GMT -5
*Toom E Dangerously is sitting in his office, watching the replay of Freek Show, trying to figure out how to build off of the recent events as EWT heads back to the EWT Arena.*
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Post by craigkendo on Mar 5, 2006 13:28:10 GMT -5
*In the first match after the amazing Freek Show, the mega powers make their way out. They come out to Rick Derringer's "Real American", and are both accompanied by Miss Elizabeth! They wave the stars and stripes above their heads, and make their way to the ring.*
Chimel: The following contest is scheduled for one-fall! Making their way to the ring, from The Great Nation of the USA...at a combined weight of 503 pounds...Hulk Hogan...Randy Savage...THE MEGA-POWERS!!!
*The Mega Powers slap the hands of many a fan before entering the ring! The lights then dim...*
*"Ich Will" then hits, and The Connection make their way out. They are obviously annoyed at what happened at Freek Show, although Holly Vaughn does not appear it.*
Chimel: Aaaand their opponents...
*Craig Kendo, microphone in hand, silences Tony Chimel.*
Kendo: Hold your tongue, HEATHEN!!! Listen well to my words, lest you interrupt me with your pathetic formalities!!! I have an announcement to make!!! It seems at Freek Show...our goal was not REACHED, it seems. Our Protege, Miss Vaughn, did not obtain the gold...however, I must lay the blame on one person...
*Kendo then points to Tony Chang, who looks shocked.*
Kendo: YOU!!!!!! You neglected your chosen position in The Connection! For that, you must pay the consequences!!
*Kendo grabs Chang, and throws him into the ring! The Mega-Powers, disgusted by this display, move past Chang, and approach the ropes, daring Kendo to come out there and face them like a man. Chang looks relieved...and then pulls a tonfa out from his coat, nailing Randy Savage with a low blow!!! Randy falls as Hogan turns...and is met with a vicious shot from Chang to the side of the head!!! Chang then kicks Hogan out of the ring, before lifting his leg high...and bringing it down onto Savage's head with the VIPERBITE KICK!!!! Chang then calls for the bell to start the match, and simply covers Savage!*
1, 2, 3!
Winners: The Connection.
*The Connection win this cheap display as Kendo gets into the ring, applauding Chang. He then grabs the microphone.*
Kendo: I had...expected you heathens to be gullible. As you can imagine, it is NOT our Disciple who we blame for the outcome. Rather...it is the detestable Miss Woe who we blame!! How DARE she incorporate a code for which the fighters must obey, one of a false honor and meaningless compassion!! It is for this reason, that our Protege will be merciless in her assault on Miss Woe....our message SHALL be delivered.
*The connection then leave the ring as Holly Vaughn nods to this. As Holly starts to leave, she notices Miss Elizabeth tending to Randy Savage. However, she shakes her head, and simply follows The Connection back to the entranceway.*
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Post by paulpodanski on Mar 5, 2006 13:45:12 GMT -5
Paul Podanski is standing by backstage... with EWT Correspondant, Sum Guy
Sum: I'm Sum Guy and I went to Disney Land... or World. It was one of em I'm sure. Anyway... I'm here with the Two Time Official Toolshed champion... the Drunken Demon Paul Podanski. Mr Podanski...how the hell did you survive that brutal match last night?
Paul looks at Sum, his forehead stitched up obviously.
Paul: Well... Summy, I'll tell you how I survived... I'm PAUL FRIGGIN PODANSKI YOU JACKASS! How else do you think I survived? The Psyachadeli was definitely a challenge... but I've always managed to overcome all the odds I had against me. The P.T.A... Tim " The Toolman " Terror... Ultimo Frickin Chocula... and now Paraslice and his gang of nobodies. Let's face it... there isn't anybody in the EWT that is as hardcore as me.
Sum: Well... yeah, I guess so. So... got any thoughts about your next challengers?
Paul takes a swig of beer and belches.
Paul: Right now... it's aanybody who wants it... can come try and get it. I don't care if you're a former Ox Champion, Former Tri-State Champion, Former EWT World Heavyweight Champion... hell, I'll even take on one of those girls from the GND division. Because it doesn't matter to me... I'm Paul friggin Podanski.
Sum: Wow... so you're only challenging former champions?
Paul looks at Sum.
Paul: No... I said anybody. I mean even you could try again. Heh... but you'd probably get your ass handed to you again.
Sum Guy slowly backs away.
Sum: Erm yeah... no thanks. Well I'm Sum Guy and I liked the Small World Ride!
Paul walks off... shoving Sum into a wall, chugging down his bottle of beer as he does so.
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Lily-Rose
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Post by Lily-Rose on Mar 5, 2006 13:45:33 GMT -5
*Not Man Enough is playing as Torrie Wilson is in the ring already, petting her new dog (Since Chrysta ate Chloe), Chloe Jr. Spit plays as Tanya Flaire comes out, mic in hand as she walks down to the ring.*
TANYA: Cut the music! Torrie, I'd say your match with me has come at a bad time! The LAST thing I want to see is a woman withe a dog in her arms thinking she's the best thing since sliced bread! And I'm REAL pissed after what Moniqua did to me, so don't even get me started!
*Tanya rushes in on Torrie and knocks her down to the canvas. Tanya kicks at Torrie a few times, then goes out to the apron and connects the Napalm Death for the pin.*
1!2!3!
*The bell rings, and Tanya gets back on the mic.*
TANYA: Moniqua, this isn't finished between you and me. NOT by a longshot!
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Post by craigkendo on Mar 5, 2006 15:02:31 GMT -5
*The lights dim...and Rammstein's "Feuer Frei" plays over the Toomi-Tron...Holly Vaughn comes out, with her brand new entrance theme!! She makes her way down to the ring, clad in her shredded trenchcoat. She then gets into the ring, and picks up the microphone, to a series of boos.*
Holly Vaughn: I would be untruthful if I was to say I felt...disappointed at being the bearer of bad news...it seems a certain Miss Woe proved to be overzealous, attempting to defend her companion and associate, the one known as Limey, from the assault of the Virus. Hence...she is likely to be...unfit for combat at the present. I have heard it is only temporary...She could recover in approximately one week...but I shall give her the opportunity to show herself for her bout...immediately. Chimel...if you will. I am ready for my match, I wish for Miss Woe to meet this engagement.
*Chimel looks reluctant to do so...but gives the nod to the ref, who starts a count, as the crowd chant for Carla.*
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9......
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10...
*The referee sighs, and calls for the bell.*
Winner, by default: "Lady Spectacular", Holly Vaughn.
*Holly takes the microphone to a loud chorus of boos.*
Holly: You...disappoint me, Miss Woe. An opportunity for you and I to face each other in combat...and you failed to seize this opportunity. I hope that in the future, you will not be so...reluctant...to sway from your backwards beliefs. Until we meet again...Miss Woe.
*Holly drops the microphone, and holds her arms out in prayer as "Feuer Frei" blares over the sound system. The crowd boo Holly mercilessly. We cut to the next segment.*
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Post by Virus aka Captain No-Nuts on Mar 5, 2006 15:28:37 GMT -5
(We fade back from commercial.)
Voiceover: And now it's time for an EWT Rewind, brought to you by Atta Boy Knee Pads! Inmate tested, prison-pregnant dog approved!
(Virus is shown helping Spaz to his feet after the PTA's attack at Freek Show. Then Virus viciously low-blows Spaz and hits the Infection. The image cuts to Virus's thumbs-down and the resulting Expulsion on Limey. The image cuts again to Virus chokeslamming Carla O. Woe down to the mat. One more cut, and it shows Virus standing, EWT title over his head as the crowd chants "**** YOU, VIRUS!".)
Joey Styles: WHY, VIRUS?? WHY??
(The Rewind ends and we're live in the EWT arena, where a clean-cut Virus is in a suit and sunglasses, just arriving back at the arena. The crowd boos mercilessly as we fade to... No, wait! Sum Guy has dared to approach Virus for a post Freek Show interview!)
Sum Guy: I'm Sum Guy, and my happy little nipples went to China. I'm here with Virus, who viciously and seemingly without purpose attacked Limey and Spaz after a hard-fought match last night at Freek Show. Any thoughts, Virus.
Virus: Yeah, I've got a thought. Get the hell out of my way. I don't have to explain anything to you or these imbred fans.
(Virus brushes Sum Guy aside and begins to walk off-frame.)
Sum Guy: Isn't a guy from Idaho calling people imbred a bit of a "pot-meet-kettle" situation?
(Virus freezes and takes off his sunglasses as Sum Guy realizes the grave error he just made. Before Sum even has time to piss himself, Virus is on top of Sum with mounted punches. Virus drags Sum to his feet and hits a vicious looking Infection through a table. Virus dusts off his suit and puts his sunglasses back on before kneeling over Sum's prone form.)
Virus: You want an explanation? You want to know why I did what I did? Well, you'll find out later this week. But for now, all I will say is this. That joke of a champion, and that even bigger joke of a #1 Contender, had better PREPARE... TO BE... INFECTED!
(Virus spits in Sum Guy's face and strides off furiously as we fade to commercial against the crowd's furious booing.)
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Post by pta on Mar 5, 2006 15:40:20 GMT -5
Announcer: The following tag team contest is scheduled for one fall!
The Outsiders Theme starts up as out as Nash, Hall, and Syxx head out to the ring.
Announcer: Introducing first... being accompanied to the ring by Syxx... at a combined weight of 590 pounds... The Outsiders!!!
The Outsiders recieve a decent reaction, considering who they are facing. They quickly enter the ring... when suddenly, Pomp and Circumstance starts up and the crowd explodes with deafening boos.
Announcer: And the opponents, being accompanied to the ring by Eddie Omega, weighing in at combined weight of 750 pounds, Principal Pain and The Canceler... the P.T.A!!!
The crowd obviously saw Freek Show last night... as Pain smiles... quite proud of himself. Omega and Canceler also look quite pleased. Omega remains on the outside as Pain and Canceler enter the ring. Pain rips off his suit... revealing his physique. He quickly exits the ring, getting onto the apron, as it seems Canceler and Nash will be starting things off.
Nash looks up at Canceler, who looks back down. The big man hesitates a bit, then kicks Nash hard...right in in the quad! Nash acks and falls to the ground... apparently he's blown it again. The crowd boos as Canceler lifts Nash by the throat... into a Military Press. Pain gets up onto the turnbuckle. nearby.
Syxx tries to interfere, but Omega intercepts him, grabbing him and sending him flying over the barricade with an overhead belly to belly! Hall charges into the ring, but Canceler catches him with a knee to the gut... causing him to hunch over and fall down to the mat. Pain immediately leaps off... nailing an Expulsion on Nash and taking him out... as he rolls out of the ring... Canceler getting the pin. 1....2....3!!!
The crowd boos again as Canceler gets to his feet, smirking a bit.
Announcer: Here are your winners... the P.T.A!!!
Pain however isn't done. He reaches under the ring... grabbing a steel chair and sliding into the ring. He tells Omega to get into the ring... and Canceler to grab Nash again. He then takes the chair... giving Nash a VICIOUS shot to the skull... busting him wide open. Nash is out... as Pain then takes the chair... opening it up and closing it around Nash's quad. Omega climbs up onto the top of the turnbuckle... as Canceler holds Nash. Omega immediately leaps off with a Leg Drop... right into the chair and Nash's quad... doing even further damage to it. He screams in agony... as Pain smiles sickeningly... removing the chair and then slamming it into Hall as he rises back up for good measure... taking him right back down.
The crowd boos as Pain and company then quickly exit the ring...
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Post by tacotim on Mar 5, 2006 16:35:38 GMT -5
*Crauswell comes out to the ring for his match. He’s pumped to face the new kid.
The lights fade out, as usual, and Fantomas’ “Spider Baby” signals the arrival of DSR’s top protégé, Creepshow Cletus Quinn. As usual, Quinn doesn’t show much emotion and doesn’t pay the fans any attention. He slides into the ring and to his feet as the lights come back up.
Crauswell is not about to be intimidated, as he quickly lays into Quinn with lefts and rights. He whips Cletus into the ropes and sends him crashing to the mat with a leg lariat, much to the delight of the fans. Crauswell picks Quinn up and delivers a Tiger Suplex! Crauswell is confident that this will be over quickly, as he climbs to the top rope, yelling “TAKING FLIGHT!” The audience cheers as he leaps with a top rope headbutt. Creepshow quickly gets up in time to catch Crauswell with a reverse Lungblower (or stomachblower, if you prefer)! As Crauswell clutches his stomach on the mat, Quinn gets up and stiff kicks him in the face! Crauswell is all kinds of hurt as he gets up to his feet. Cletus is ready for him, though, as he hits SUSPIRIA! Crauswell is knocked goofy by this, which allows Quinn to go for the pinfall.
1… 2… Kickout!
The crowd claps slowly, rallying behind Crauswell. Creepshow runs the ropes, ready to attack again. Crauswell hits a hiptoss out of nowhere, though. Crauswell shakes the cobwebs out, so to speak, before picking Cletus Quinn up. Crauswell grabs Quinn by the neck, setting him up for the Beak Buster! Cletus fights out of it and hits a huge forearm to Crauswell’s jaw! Crauswell lets go of Quinn’s neck, but Quinn hits a series of forearms to his jaw. Cletus spins around, attempting to hit a roaring elbow, but Crauswell catches him, picking him up in a gorilla press! Crauswell tosses Creepshow out of the ring, to the mats below.
Quinn is angrier than he is hurt, as he gets up and slides into the ring behind Crauswell. Creepshow locks in the Million Dollar Dream and then turns it into the Crystal Lake Nightmare! The two combatants are too close to the ropes, as Crauswell struggles and reaches the bottom rope, causing Creepshow to break the hold. Creepshow gets up, ready to charge in at Crauswell. When he does come charging in, Crauswell back body drops him, but Creepshow lands on his feet on the ring apron. Crauswell turns around to receive another forearm to the jaw. Crauswell stumbles to the middle of the ring, allowing Quinn to springboard from the top rope, hitting another Reverse Rana! Creepshow quickly grabs Crauswell, picks him up in the Jackhammer position and sends him headfirst into the mat with the Fulci Driver! Quinn goes for the cover.
1… 2… 3!
*Creepshow Cletus Quinn is announced the winner of the match. He quickly rolls out of the ring and walks up the aisle, much to the chagrin of the audience. But Quinn doesn’t care what the audience thinks. Meanwhile, referees check Crauswell, who they believe suffered a concussion. Cut to commercial.
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Oak: Certified Jade Hater
Bill S. Preston, Esq.
Edgier than Wayne Brady, Harder than Chinese Arithmetic, and Higher than the ratings for Blade: The Series
TOP ROPE CATCH A VIBE YEAH I SWERVE WHEN I DRIVE
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Post by Oak: Certified Jade Hater on Mar 5, 2006 18:53:52 GMT -5
Cut to Bolt Bacana, Jessica, and the Third Street Warriors.
EN: Man, thanks for watching my back out there man. See, you are back with the Third State Warriors.
Bolt: After what you said before my match with Crauswell, I got to thinking. And I did mss those days. So, I decided to rejoin the Warriors.
Jason: Yeah, but we still have to deal with the Cohln's. Hell, Sever burnt Scott!
Scott: It's nothing big. Just second-degree burns.
Jason: Still, we have to get focused. We both lost our matches with the Cohlns and I think we need to get serious here.
EN: Yo, Jason, we are serious. Don't think that just because Deamon and Sever got one on us doesn't mean they won't get what's coming to them.
Jessica: What do you mean?
EN: You'll see.
Cut to Sum Guy's album, entitled Sum Songs, with Sum 41!
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Post by HMARK Center on Mar 5, 2006 19:09:24 GMT -5
<HMark is seen entering the Arena, his suitcase rolling along behind him. His eyes are downcast. Gary Michael Cappetta enters the picture>
GMC: HMark, HMark, a few words about the Chamber of Horrors?
HMark: <stops. looks up, his expression not exactly one of celebration> I tried, GMC. I really did. But maybe it's just a lost cause. But the Chamber was meant to finish all that; guess there's nothing to do but move on.
<HMark walks off for the lockerroom>
GMC: I have a feeling we know what this is all about. You have to wonder if this issue is fully settled. 'Til then, let's get back to the action!
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Post by #Classic Hi-Definition X on Mar 5, 2006 19:21:04 GMT -5
Coach: I'm joined here right now by the Heartbreak Hitman Bret Michaels along with "Sensational" Cherry. Bret, what an amazing performance you put in at Freek Show.
HBH: You damn right I put in an amazing performance. As far as I'm concerned, I'm the Freek Show MVP. And now that that's out of the way, I can focus on getting some gold back around my waist. Outlaw, you have something I want: the EWT Tri-State title. I'm putting you on notice right now. Your days as Tri-State Champion are numbered. When the time comes, I will take that title and become the new EWT Tri-State Champion.
Coach: And there you have it folks. HBH challenging Outlaw for the Tri-State title. Until next time, this has been The Coach.
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Post by Gasoline: Gen. Tech Member on Mar 5, 2006 19:30:59 GMT -5
Mean Gene: I'm Mean Gene Okerlund, and joining me now is "Big Daddy" Gasoline. Gas, we last saw you being defeated by Spaz in a very close #1 contenders tournament match.
Gas: And because of that, I had to sit on the sidelines during Freek Show knowing that it should've been me in the EWT Championship match. Gene, do you know how it feels to come so close victory, only to have it slip right through your fingers and then you have to sit out the PPV? It sucks. But that's water under the bridge right now. I said a while back that this Gas-powered monster isn't stopping until he gets to that title, and I meant that. It doesn't matter what- or who- I have to go through, Big Daddy WILL be your next EWT Heavyweight Champion. Count on it.
MG: Well Gas is still in the title hunt and won't stop until he becomes champion. Now let's take things back to ringside.
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Ragnal
Game Genie
Yanno what they say: All toasters toast El Dandy
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Post by Ragnal on Mar 5, 2006 19:45:11 GMT -5
*Mike and Joe Ragnal are walking backstage of the EWT Arena, just returning from Disneyland. Clearly, they are without their tag belts for the first time in months, and obviously peeved.*
JOE: Well, that went well.
MIKE: No kidding! We had them! We HAD them! And then Curly just comes out of nowhere with a legdrop and BOOM! He and Big are the new tag team champions!
JOE: Not for long they aren't!
MIKE: Right, we still have a rematch clause written down. But the question is, how do we want to do it?
JOE: Tables match?
MIKE: Nah, too overdone.
JOE: What about a Ladder match?
MIKE: The second we're down, all Curly has to do is climb onto Big and grab the belts.
JOE: Steel Cage?
MIKE: Again, Big's size comes into play.
JOE: Dammit, I hate logic!
*Sum Guy walks onto the scene.*
SG: Hello, I'm Sum Guy, and I'm pretty sure I saw Sum Yun Guy walking around here somewhere.
MIKE: I think he's looking for a new name.
SG: Anyway, I'm standing here with the Ragnals, the former EWT Tag Team Champions. Mike, how does it feel to lose to a midget for the belts?
*Mike and Joe just glare at Sum Guy, then Mike pulls a cream pie from the conveniently placed catering table.*
MIKE: Well, Sum, when life gives you whipped cream, you make cream pie. And then for a good laugh...
*Mike slams the pie into Sum's face. Sum stumbles around a bit, then Joe pulls a water seltzer bottle from the table, and sprays it all over Sum's body. Sum is now lying down against the wall as the Ragnals have a good laugh.*
MIKE: Man, that felt good.
JOE: Oh, man, that was classi-WAIT!
MIKE: What?
JOE: That's it!
MIKE: That's it?
JOE: That's it!
MIKE: That's it!
JOE: Yes!
MIKE: Oh, man, I love how you think sometimes, bro!
JOE: Yeah, c'mon, we need to do some talking.
*Mike and Joe rush off, and the camera focuses in on Sum.*
SG: I'm...Sum Guy...and you can't tell...but I wet myself...
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Spyke the Pacers Fan
El Dandy
Still hates himself for missing the last episode of Murder She Wrote
Go Indiana!
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Post by Spyke the Pacers Fan on Mar 5, 2006 21:38:53 GMT -5
Spyke Johannson is shown walking to the ring without his music playing. He does not look very happy, but rather calm and collected. His new manager is strangely not with him. Lillian Garcia hands him a microphone and climbs into the ring.
Spyke: It is with great displeasure to announce that the woman that was coming with me to the ring, Maria Kiebler, has left EWT as of 4 PM this afternoon.
Crowd boos in disapproval.
Spyke: Now, now, hold on. Although I was a little disappointed with her sudden notice that she was leaving EWT, she had just gotten notice that she was going to be a last minute addition to be a part of a trip to Europe as a part of her World Studies college course, and had to be in L.A. by tomorrow morning to get ready, so I hope that you can all be happy for her.
Crowd applauds
Spyke: But whenever she comes back, she will be here in EWT! Ready to go!
Crowd cheers
Spyke: Now, about my match at Freek Show. It was one hell of a battle wasn't it? (crowd cheers in approval) If I could find that Dr. Insaneo, hell, I'd shake his hand and congradulate him on a hard fought victory, despite our past. But I haven't seen him today. But that doesn't matter, because I have bigger plans in store for me. What are those plans? Oh! You'll find out, in due time! Now! Hit my music!
"Rock Your Body" hits as Spyke makes his way back with a huge smile on his face. Fade to commercial for the Freek Show DVD. Available April 15th!
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Post by The Lach is very tired on Mar 5, 2006 23:53:28 GMT -5
*Spaz is sitting backstage battered & bruised after his match up at the PPV & the events after the match had finished. He is watching the goings-on in the ring on a monitor.*
S: (To himself) That Spyke, he'll go far. (Out Loud to Camera) Virus, PTA. You men are scum of the earth. Limey & myself left it all out there for the fans & had one of the matches of the year & then you turds ruined it. Well Limey won't stand for it & I certainly won't either! You all just made number one on Uncle Spaz's S*** List boys! So watch out coz now you have both Limey & Spaz after your asses! Believe The Hype Gentlemen!
*Cut To Commercial*
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Post by chanceconfidence on Mar 6, 2006 1:11:22 GMT -5
Announcer: The following contest is scheduled for one fall.
Schools out for the Summer starts up as Chance Confidence comes down to the usual mixed reaction he's used to... he looks... well Confident as he heads down the ramp.
Announcer: Introducing first... from England, weighing in at 240 pounds... Chance Confidence!!!
Chance flips into the ring, does the pre match handstand thing, and takes off his robe. He grabs the microphone from the announcer
Chance: Well... it's finally glad to be back from Super Annoyingly Happy Land... I swear, any longer there and I would've blown my brains out!
The crowd boos.
Chance: But anyway... now that I'm back... it's time to get back to business as usual. And business to me means... kicking ass and showing off!
Confidence smirks to himself as the crowd half cheers, half boos.
Chance: Now... bring out my opponent... so I can send him crying to his ugly mother.
Chance awaits... as soon, The One " Billy Gunn's " Theme Starts Up and he comes down to the ring, running as fast as his talentless ass can carry him. Chance groans...
Announcer: And his opponent... from Houston Texas, weighing in at 264 pounds, the One Billy Gunn!!!
Billy climbs into the ring... almost tripping as he does so. Chance charges forward and takes him off the apron immediately with a drop kick.... as the crowd cheers. The bell rings immediately as Billy falls to the mat... groaning in pain. Chance then hops onto the ropes, then off for an Asia Moonsault to the outside... taking Gunn down just as he gets back up. Chance quickly gets back to his feet... standing on Gunn's face.
He reaches down and grabs Gunn, tossing him back into the ring... then leaping back onto the apron and leapfrogging over the ropes into a body splash... into the cover. 1....2...
Gunn kicks out. Chance looks a bit surprised, but shrugs. He gets back to his feet... then stomps cockily at Gunn's face... softening him up a bit. Gunn groans as Chance does so. He smiles to himself... backing up... taunting Gunn. Of course, this works and Gunn jumps to his feet pratically charging at Chance... big mistake. Chance catches him and tosses him with an arm drag... sending Billy across the ring. He charges again... stupidly, as Chance catches him again... taking him into a drop toe hold and slamming his face into the mat. The crowd cheers as Chance nips up to his feet... yawning a bit, then hopping up onto the nearest turnbuckle... waiting for Gunn to get up. As soon as he does... Chance leaps off into an overcastle... taking Gunn back down to the mat... himself getting to his feet again. He smirks... then charges forward, hopping up onto the top turnbuckle... leaping off with the Confidence Booster!!!
It connects and Confidence goes for the cover. 1....2....3!!!
Announcer: Here is your winner... Chance Confidence!!!
Chance smirks and exits the ring... not wanting anything more to do with Billy Gunn as we fade to the next segment.
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Limey
Unicron
It's been awhile.
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Post by Limey on Mar 6, 2006 4:24:54 GMT -5
*"RIP" hits. Limey, ribs taped up, makes his way out to the ring, the EWT World Heavyweight Championship on his shoulder. He is battered, and bruised, and looking for some answers. Limey casually throws up the horns, before sliding into the ring, and grabbing the microphone.*
Limey: Ladies and gentlemen...you know who I am...and if you saw Freek Show last night...you know why I'm out here. Virus. Virus, you sick son of a b****!!! When I faced you in the ring for the gold...it was brutal, it was hard-fought, and I barely managed to win...but, mate, it had HONOUR!!! The same type that me and Spaz showed just last night!!!! What you did, Virus....was the biggest mistake of your life.
*The crowd pop for this, and chant "LIMEY". Limey raises his hand, indicating he has more to say.*
Limey: What was it, mate? You get jealous of me offering another title shot to someone who, I'm sure everyone will agree, DESERVES IT?
*The crowd begin a "SPAZ=CHAMPION" chant to this.*
Limey: YOU USED TO BE A DECENT BLOKE, VIRUS!!! It used to be the FANS that mattered!!! Now what, Virus? Why? WHY DID YOU ORGANISE A THREE ON TWO BEATDOWN?? Virus...you're going to give me answers. GET OUT HERE, YOU BASTARD!!!! And if you try the same crap you pulled at Freek Show...LIFE WILL GIVE...YOU...LIMES!!!!
*Heaven's a Lie hits and the crowd boos mercilessly as the clean-cut Virus comes out, still in his suit. Virus has a microphone, and looks around at the crowd, as an impromptu "rear canal" chant starts up.*
Virus: Say what you will about me, I don't care anymore. All I care about is that title on Limey's shoulder.
*Louder boos, as trash begins to be tossed onto the ramp. Virus dodges a beer bottle before walking slowly down the ramp.*
Virus: So you want an explanation, "mate"? Surprising. I figured you, of all people, would realize why I did what I did. You, the man who gave it his all but kept losing up until you got lucky at Toomi's House Party II. You, who have, by the same luck and slight displays of skill, have managed to keep the title around your waist for 3 months now. You, who...
Limey: Say something about "enough about me, I want a damned explanation! What happened to doing the right thing?"
Virus: The right thing? I DID DO THE RIGHT THING!
Limey: Are you kidding me? I don't call a 3-on-2 beatdown the right thing, mate!
*Virus feigns confusion for a moment, then starts walking down the ramp again. He's about half-way down now.*
Virus: Oh, let me clarify. I did the right thing to accomplish my career goals. You see, back when I joined this outfit, I had one goal, and one goal only. And that was simple: Win. At any cost. I just wanted to get that title. A noble goal, but then I got sidetracked. You see, I still had delusions of "respect" and "nobility", and when another new acquisition by the name of EN Bunk... or Chad Michaels, or Slappy, or whatever the hell his name is now... started demanding a match at the next PPV without proving himself first, I felt obligated to knock some sense into him.
Virus: Then something happened. As I heard the crowd cheer me and Bunk after our hellacious matches, I got addicted. I began wanting to hear the crowd roar my name. I wanted the attention. I started having thoughts like this:
*Virus gets a simpering look on his face and imitates a high-pitched voice.*
Virus: Omigawwwwd! What are the fans going to think of me? What are the guys in back going to think of me? Oh god, the humanity!
*Virus returns to normal and the crowd boos furiously.*
Virus: And that's where I went wrong. Instead of keeping my eye on the title, I started trying to please these uneducated louts. I worked my ASS OFF, but the fans kept chanting somebody else's name. Almost nobody supported me. But still, I kept trying to rally fans behind me, desperate to hear them chant my name.
Virus: Before the first round of the tournament, Principal Pain approached me. He helped me realize the error of my ways, and he told me of a plan to win the title at Freek Show. I wrestled, reinvigorated and re-energized, safe in the knowledge that if I got to Freek Show, I was assured of walking out as the EWT heavyweight champion.
*Virus is at the bottom of the ramp, and the fans have literally started fighting against security to get a chance to rip Virus's limbs off.*
Virus: But then Spaz managed to beat me in the finals. A quick meeting later, and we came up with a plan for revenge. And we all know how that came out.
Limey: So that's the problem. You're just a self-centered SOB that only cares about the title now, is that it?
*Virus smirks.*
Virus: An admirably succinct and accurate summary, Limey. And since you currently hold the title, you had better PREPARE... TO BE... INFECTED!
*Virus drops the microphone and charges under the ropes, as the PTA jumps the railing and surrounds Limey.*
*Limey mouths "You son of a b****" to Virus...as the PTA suddenly rush Limey, and beat him down with clubs to the back! Limey tries to fight back, but Principal Pain nails Limey with a fisherman's suplex! Pain then mockingly talks down to Limey, before picking him up by the head, and indicating to the Canceler...*
*IT'S SPAZ!!! SPAZ CHARGES DOWN TO THE RING, LOOKING FOR REVENGE!!! Spaz quickly jumps to the apron, and leaps off the ropes with a crosbody on the Canceler, before charging straight at Principal Pain! Principal Pain, distracted by Spaz, lets go of Limey...and Limey takes advantage of this by lifting Pain up with a Spinebuster...just as Spaz hits a leg lariat!!!! Limey gets to his feet, and thanks Spaz, before turning his attention to the Canceler! Limey rushes at the Canceler as Spaz continues to unload with some furious punches on Principal Pain...Virus gets into the ring!! Limey turns his attention from the Canceler...and gets hit with a big boot from Virus!!!*
*Virus continues to beat down Limey as the Canceler, recovered now, pulls Spaz off Principal Pain, and grabs him by the throat! Principal Pain scrambles to his feet, and angrily calls for the Expulsion to a loud chorus of boos! The Canceler lifts Spaz up as Principal Pain climbs the turnbuckle...*
*PAIN IS TRIPPED OFF THE TURNBUCKLE...and is pulled off to the mat below...IT'S SPYKE JOHANNSON!!! SPYKE JOHANNSON climbs to the top rope as the Canceler, confused by this, is unaware that Spaz has fought out of the military press...and is now to his feet! Spaz hits a dropkick to the Canceler, with enough force that the Canceler turns to the turnbuckle...AND IS HIT WITH A FLYING MOONSAULT FROM SPYKE!!! Virus, now aware of the two men standing over him, releases Limey, and gets to his feet! Virus tries to talk his way out of this...Limey suddenly gets to his feet and hits a dropkick to Virus! Virus stumbles into the group...as Spyke nails a SWEDEDT to Virus!! Spaz then stands over Virus's body, and calls for the SHOCKWAVE to a huge pop...but Eddie Omega grabs Virus's ankle from ringside, and pulls him out of the ring to safety to a loud chorus of boos! The PTA, supporting Virus, back off as Spaz grabs the mircophone.*
Spaz: You see what happens, Virus? You see what happens when you mess with the HYPE?? You made a HUGE mistake when you got our attention, Virus. You should know that when you mess with ONE OF US, YOU'RE MESSING WITH US ALL!! That's why myself, Limey and Spyke...we decided that enough was enough!! We...are GENERATION TECH!!!!
*The crowd pop madly at the formation of a new stable in EWT! Generation Tech stare down the PTA as Virus, still groggy from the SwedeDT, mouths out "It's not over...this isn't over..."*
*Fade out to a commercial for the Freek Show DVD.*
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Curly Long
AC Slater
Midget Wrestling Master
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Post by Curly Long on Mar 6, 2006 7:06:55 GMT -5
We take an arcing shot of the crowd before going back to the announcers table ... where we find Josh Matthews alongside Jesse Ventura
JOSH: Hello Everyone and welcome back from one of the greatest PPV's EWT has ever put out, we had drama we had swerves but most importantly we have new EWT Tag Team Champion!!
JESSE: Your Right Josh, all those tag teams tried and failed but we all new when it came down to it the Midget King would be the one to cleanly dethrone the Ragnals!
JOSH: Well Jesse they did take the titles but as usual there was nothing in Curly's methods ... a case of taking down the wrong man was all that stopped Mike and Joe retaining ther titles and ...
JESSE: No wait Josh, that just shows what a smart wrestler Curly is .. ready to take the oppotunity when the time arises to pry away the gold ...
JOSH: But enough discussion lets get the real deal from the man ...
JESSE: thats Midget King! Josh
JOSH: okay .. the Midget King himself at ringside
'Moving on Up' begins to play and the crowd are already booing as Lillian takes the microphone
and out from the curtain comes Curly Long and Mr. Big ... one title is struggling around Mr. Big's waist whilst Curly holds up his for the world to see .. Curly has the biggest grin on his face not seen since his month in charge as General Manager of the EWT! ... they enter the ring and Curly takes the mike
CURLY: Guess what happened last night?
The crowd throws a fit with shouts of abuse, 'VLB' chants and the old classic, 'Die, Curly,Die'!
CURLY: Heh .. yeah thats right insult me all you want! ... but not one thing you people say can re-write the record books ... note it down March 5th 2006 ... Curly Long & Mr. Big ... EWT Tag Team Champions of the World!! ...
A loud 'We Want Ragnals' chants starts up
CURLY: ... You people have Saggy Balls? ... thats disgusting!
The crowd becomes even more irate
CURLY: Your belvoed Ragnals came and gave you some little moments to cherish .. but they went up against Curly Long and as we all know ... You take on Long and you are Gone!
On that the words 'BUNDY' strikes out across the arena and out from the back walks Max Mini and King Kong Bundy ... "The Crowd cheers for the Duo as they shut up curly for a second" Bundy has another mike
K.K.BUNDY: Little Man ... you talk too much! ... and its time I shut you up and took those TItles from you and your Big Guy with a little Help from Max here!
Curly cuts in
CURLY: Woah, Woah Woah .. a title shot? .. from you two? .. you aren't even a real tag team and secondly on my own I have beaten the pair of you! .. you want these titles you have to beat us in a non-title match first!!
Bell Rings
Bundy and Max Mini rush into the ring ... MAx goes after Curly whilst Bundy goes after Mr. Big! .. Curly dodges Max's attack and kicks him in the gut and hoists him over his shoulders with ease ... meanwhile Mr. Big and Bundy are trading punches ... Bundy goes to lift Mr. Big for a slam but gets an Elbow to the back of the head and then ... T-Bone Suplex!! ... Bundy is out as Curly hits the Curly Creamer on Max mini! .. cover ...
1,2,3.
LILLIAN: Your Winners by pinfall ... The EWT Tag Team Champions Curly Long & Mr. Big!!
Curly takes up the mike once again
CURLY: Joe, Mike ... you want a rematch thats fine you deserve one for being the longest reigning Tag Champs in a while ... but it Won't mateer what match you choose as when the Bell Rings you'll still be bowing to me Curly Long ... The Midget King!!
'Moving on Up' restarts as Curly and Mr. Big leave the ring to more boo's
(cut to promo for Freek Show replay!)
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Queen Rosa
Mike the Goon
All hail the queen!
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Post by Queen Rosa on Mar 6, 2006 9:45:31 GMT -5
*We're back and at ringside*
Ring Announcer: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. In the ring, from New Orleans, Louisiana, Sherri Martel!
*Sherri gets a decent reaction. Then "It's My Time" plays*
RA: And her opponent, from Miami, Florida, Rosa!
*Rosa walks out to a great reaction. She shakes hands with fans on her way to the ring*
The bell rings to start the match. The two women lock up. Sherri breaks it with a kick to the midsection. Then she throws a forearm. She attempts a whip to the ropes, but Rosa reverses it and lands a dropkick. Rosa follows that up with some armdrags and then a running head scissors. Rosa goes to pick Sherri up and is caught with a jawbreaker. Sherri clotheslines Rosa over the top rope. She runs to the ropes and dives at Rosa outside, hitting her head on the security rail. The ref starts counting.
1...
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3...
4... Both women start coming to.
5....
6....
7.... Both women are now up.
8.... Rosa bangs Sherri's head on the apron.
9.... Rosa rolls back in the ring.
10! *Bell rings*
RA: Here is your winner by countout, Rosa!
*Rosa's hands are raised in victory. She heads backstage*
*Cut to next segment*
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Post by Trik Turner on Mar 6, 2006 10:06:12 GMT -5
(Trik Turner is sitting in a dark corner as Sean Mooney approaches him.)
Trik: What do you want?
Sean: Well, Todd Grisham has demanded that he not interview you anymore. Something about ASU & hurt feelings. I don't know. Anyways, your thoughts on getting strapped into the electric chair & getting shocked yesterday?
Trik: Thoughts? You want thoughts? For years, I have wrestled all over the world. I have been in singles matches. I have been in tag matches. And never before have I had such incompetence by my side. A freaking cowboy & a couple of pretty boys who could care less about our purpose yesterday.
You see Mooney, when I went to Toom E Dangerously & asked for a match against HitmanMark at Freek Show, I was expecting another singles match. That's why I told Dangerously he could pick the damn gimmic. And what does he do?
HE PUTS ME IN THE CHAMBER OF HORRORS!!! Who does he think I am? Abdullah the Butcher? Then he makes me Team Captain with those idiots who didn't understand the concept of the match. It wasn't about winning. It wasn't about putting an idiot in an electric chair.
It was about revenge. Yesterday, it was personal. See, those Nyrds were in there, heads busted open. They made it personal. HeartBreak Hitman, he wants the Tri-State Championship held by that idiot cowboy. He made it personal.
Sean: What are you getting at?
Trik: What am I getting at? What am I getting at? What the hell is that supposed to mean?
Sean: Well, you're singing the praises of your opponents & badmouthing your teammates.
Trik: I DID NOT PICK THEM! THEY WERE NOT MY TEAMMATES! What? Do you think I am turning "face." Like this is my mandatory "face" turn so these morons out there will cheer me? Is that what you're expecting Mooney? For me to go out to the ring week in & week out & allow the fans to adore me? To cheer me? Like they do your hero, HitmanMark? No. That's not what I am about.
Think about it Hitman. Why did I spend so long trying to get in your head? You think I am done with you? You think I learned all your moves for one stupid little match where pinfalls & submissions don't count? That's far from it, my friend. Far from it.
I want one more match. And this time, I will be straight up in how I want it. I know you Hitman. After watching your precious little DVD's, I have come up with an idea. I've seen you wrestle Iron Man Matches before. And I know I can last an hour in the ring with you. So that's what I want.
Oh, but wait....I want to add a twist to it, though. I want an Iron Man Submission Match. That way I can embarrasse you & make you tap out to your own hold by yours truly.
What do you say Hitman? Are you up for the challenge?
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