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Post by Chrysta on Mar 6, 2006 10:10:29 GMT -5
*Senzafine plays as Chrysta enters, with Ms. White behind her, and they slowly head to the ring. Ashley is already in the ring, waiting for Chrysta to step inside. As Chrysta gets in, Ashley rushes at her and pummels her into a corner, the hits a Monkey Flip on Chrysta. Ashley picks Chrysta up and whips her into the ropes, only to get hit by a Tornado DDT by Chrysta. Chrysta then proceeds to pick Ashley up by the hair, pushing her slightly backwards, and hitting the Ice Chopper/Hog Lock to Ashley. Chrysta goes for the pin.*
1!2!3!
*As Chrysta gets up from the victory, Ms. White hands her a mic.*
Chrysta: Ms. Rosa, I hope you haven't forgotten about me. I still intend to make you my next step before reaching the Girl Next Door title. And believe me when I say that one way or another, the Frozen Code WILL be in effect next we meet.
*Chrysta drops the mic as Senzafine plays and Chrysta and Ms. White walk to the back, Chrysta with an emotionless look on her face and Ms. White with her arm around Chrysta.
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Post by The Bad Man on Mar 6, 2006 10:19:18 GMT -5
Backstage and Sum Guy is looking for an interview, he walks around the croner and striaght into ...
D'ZEE: Hey, watch it!
SUM GUY: Hi I'm Sum Guy and I never got lucky with a black girl before!
D'Zee smacks Sum Guy hard in the jaw knocking him to the floor and busting his nose!
D'ZEE: Today ain't no different then!
She picks up the mike and addresses the camera
D'ZEE: I may have lost to Oceanic recently but that doesn't mean I'm going away anytime soon .. I won that Harlot contest and I intend to make the most of it ... I don't care who I have to go through to do it .. fan favorite or hated with a passion it doesn't matter to me! ... I''m here for that GND Title and I don't give a damm who gets in my way!
D'Zee gives Sum Guy a hard kick to the groin, he groans in pain
D'ZEE: Holly, Tanya, Cherry, Linda, Carla, Moniqua, Rosa, Oceanic! hell even Terri! ... I'm taking this divison in my direction ... and that route takes us straight onto the Street!! ... B****es!!!
D'Zee chucks the microphone away and helps up Sum Guy ... she then buries her fist into his gut and then nails him with a brutal uppercut! ... Sum Guy slumps to the floor unconscious! .. D'Zee walks off her point made
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Maelstrom
AC Slater
The Tide Will Turn!
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Post by Maelstrom on Mar 6, 2006 12:27:19 GMT -5
In the Hospital down the road from the arena we find a Doctor standing alongside Sean Mooney outside a patients door .. they are discussing the situation
SEAN MOONEY: Oh .. Hello Everyone .. I'm down here at the local Hospital with Doctor Stevens. Doctor Stevens is the man who will be looking after EWT Superstar Malestrom after the Horrific incident at Freek Show ...
Highlights of the Mark Twain Riverboat match are shown. We get to the Scene invovling the Anchor and the following botched Backbreaker. The camera takes a black and white look and cuts out the graphic injuries, concentrating on Maelstrom's face in utter agony
SEAN MOONEY: At Freek Show Maelstrom suffered a horrendous injury and all are concerned for his well being, Doctor?
Dr. STEVENS: Well Sean, I'm afraid to say that things are not looking good for the man you know as Maelstrom ... he has suffered severe Spinal injuries this man may never walk or indeed wrestle again.
The sound of a pitcher of glass being thrown against a wall can be heard from the room along with some angry shouting
SEAN MOONEY: This tragic injury is solely being blamed on Flex Magnificent but so far he was unable for comment ... We will try and keep you the fans updated on this story hopefully with some words from the man we call Maelstrom himself. For now Folks this is Sean Mooney
Cut to a 'Do not Try this at Home Video' featuring the incident at Freek Show
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Doomrider
Hank Scorpio
I wanna bang Marla.
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Post by Doomrider on Mar 6, 2006 12:51:22 GMT -5
-=Scene=- A Snickers commercial ends and fades to Typhoon in the ring. His music is still playing and he’s signaling for a microphone. Liliana Gagcia hands him a microphone and he throws his arm down signaling for the music to quiet down. The crowd begins booing him.
-=Typhoon=- Deron Miller …you saw what my sister Katrina did to the entire southeast US! You think you can roll with this natural disaster?!?!? I dare you to even get into this ring and…
-=Scene=- Before Typhoon gets to finish, the lights go out in the arena. The burning gates of Heaven appear on the Toom-i-Tron as an evil, almost druid-like chant can be heard. The T-rex roar from the beginning of Mastodon’s “Crusher Destroyer” roars throughout the arena. The lights return as the guitar begins and Deron Miller is in the ring. His entrance attire is intimidates the simpleton crowd. He has this very elaborate chest piece with shoulder pads. The chest part is full of skulls and various evil imagery. The shoulder pads are made of some sort of black feathers, like of a vulture or hawk. Spikes on each side of the pads shoot up in the middle of the feathers. Behind him flows a large, black, velvet cape. A black towel still masquerades his face as he looks down. Typhoon is on the opposite side of the ring still talking trash. Deron removes his gear and sets it outside the ring. Typhoon charges Deron and gets directly in his face, still masqueraded by the towel. Typhoon rips the towel off of Deron, exposing his changed face. Deron is now sporting a large black mohawk and contacts that make his eyes entirely black. Also, now several borderline satanic markings are painting on his face (similar to what Hakushi used to rock back in the day). Typhoon stumbles back in shock as Deron simply sticks his tongue out and utters out a gurgle. Typhoon begins arguing with the ref and pleading not to ring the bell, but he does so. Deron hovers around Typhoon like a hawk, who quickly rises to his feet. They circle the ring and lockup. Typhoon irish whips Deron into the ropes. He bounces off and Typhoon clobbers him with a huge clothesline. Deron is laid out on the mat clenching his chest. He rolls near the ropes and rises back to his feet. Typhoon points at him and begins taunting again. Deron bucks up and gets in Typhoon’s face for a stare down again. Typhoon backs away first, looking around for any form of distraction or assistance. Deron begins clobbering Typhoon with forearms and backs him into the turnbuckle. He dropkicks The Phoonster, who falls back, then lunges forward to one knee. Deron quickly rises to his feet, hops back a few steps, and charges The former Natural Disaster with a running knee strike, similar to the shining wizard. Typhoon flops on the ground like a tree in the woods, except everyone hears this. He rolls out of the ring and onto the mat near the guardrails. Deron climbs the turnbuckle as Typhoon makes it to his feet. Deron launches at Typhoon with a suicide somersault. He lands on Typhoon and both men hit the floor. The ref begins counting for a double count out. Before he hits six, Deron gets to his feet and rolls back in the ring. He rolls back out, restarting the count. Deron picks up The Typhinator by the hair and forces him back into the ring. He brings Typhoon to his feet and eyes him up, realizing that his finisher may not be do-able. Deron raises his palms to the air as if he is summoning some unknown power. He bulks up with all of his might and successfully lifts up Typhoon for the Crusher. He can tell by now that Typhoon is out and knows he’ll do more damage to himself by lifting this fatass up for the Destroyer. Instead Deron removes a bottle of lighter fluid from his trunks. He clocks the referee and tosses him out of the ring. Deron squirts a cross shape on Typhoon’s back. He takes a book of matches out from his tights and lights the entire book. He holds it above Typhoon and says something inaudible. Before he can drop the matches, Typhoon’s old buddy Earthquake storms the ring and chases off Miller. Deron tosses the matches to the ground and evilly laughs in the direction of the reunited Natural Disasters. He extends his arms in a Raven-esque pose as the burning gates of heaven again gleam on the Toomi-tron. We fade to a Preparation H commercial…sponsored by Flex Magnificent.
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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 6, 2006 15:12:54 GMT -5
Cut to Chad Michaels.
Michaels: Yesterday, we saw a match that was truly main-event caliber. And the match was Spaz/Limey II. It's a shame that the man called Virus had to ruin the match at the end. Virus, I had a lot of respect towards you. Hell, after our Cage match, my respect for you furthered.
But now.
Now I don't know. You lost the respect of all the fans. The fans that made YOU what you are today. And the boys in the back certainly don't repect you alot anymore.
You say you don't care? I dare you to go out to the ring, have a 5-Star match, hear the cheers of the crowd, and tell me you don't care what they think. Because when I had you on that cage, just waiting to hit the Coca-Cola Cliff Drop, and I heard the cheers from the fans, I cared. I cared more about what the fans thought of me than winning the match. That's why I hesitated. Because I CARED.
And as for the Cohlns, you have no idea what will happen next. Trust me, the Warriors will show you the true meaning of pain.
Cut to another Don't Try This At Home DVD, this time featuring the EN Bunk/Virus cage match.
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Post by Poker Joker on Mar 6, 2006 20:15:34 GMT -5
(The scene opens up as fans are jumping to their feet in a frenzied mix of boos and cheers. Brett Michaels makes his way down to the ring amidst the excitement. He pays little attention to the fans as he does so, and the announcer begins his usual shpeal.)
*ANNOUNCER*: The following match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, weighing in at approximately 232 lbs, "The HeartBreak Hitman" Brett Michaels!
(Michaels climbs into the ring and stretches out with the help of the ring ropes. He turns around and stares at the entryway, waiting for his opponent's arrival. He doesn't have to wait long as Madonna's "Like A Virgin" starts pouring over the loudspeakers. Billy "The Virgin" Ubermark steps out from the back and starts making his way down the ramp.)
*ANNOUNCER*: His opponent, hailing from St. Paul, Minnesota and weighing in at approximately 226 lbs.... Billy "The Virgin" Ubermark!
(The fans begin shouting insults at Billy as he makes his way down to the ring. Billy ignores the fans and remains focused on HBH who is staring at him from inside the ring. Billy climbs up the steps, and HBH makes a move towards Billy. Billy stops halfway up the steps into the ring, and tells the ref to get HBH to back off so he can enter cleanly. The ref backs HBH up, and HBH complies begrudginly. Billy then steps into the ring. He asks for a microphone, but the ref tells him that they don't have the time. Billy starts arguing with the ref, but he pays him no mind. Instead, the ref quickly calls for the bell. Billy's music drowns out, and the match is under way.)
*BELL RINGS*
(Billy is following the ref with his arms out, upset over not being able to address the crowd. From behind him, HBH rushes in and nails him with a double-axe handle to the back of the head. Billy staggers forward barely missing the ref, and ends up hanging over the top rope. HBH quickly leans on the back of Billy's neck, keeping him hung over the top rope, and delivers a couple of quick punches into Billy's back around the kidney area. The crowd roars with approval as HBH then turns Billy around and gives him a hard chop across the chest. The crowd gives the obligatory "woo!" as Billy staggers off the ropes into the middle of the ring holding his chest. HBH comes up behind Billy and spins him around. He grabs him and connects on Billy with a Bodyslam and drives Billy hard to the ground. He grabs Billy from behind the head and sits him up on the ground, then delivers a quick kick to the back of Billy's skull. Billy rolls around on the ground holding the back of his head as HBH makes a gesture or two to the fans to indicate that he's in charge. The fans again roar with approval, and HBH goes back to Billy who's trying to get up off the ground. HBH helps Billy to his feet and forces him over to the ropes. He uses the ropes as a slingshot and whips Billy into the far ropes. On his return, Billy is met with an Hip Toss. Billy lands on his back. Billy lies on the ground stunned, and HBH quickly follows the move up with a leg drop across Billy throat. Billy flops around on the ground for a second or two as HBH grabs one of Billy's legs and goes for a cover.)
1.....2....Billy kicks out!
(HBH wastes no time in getting off of Billy. He grabs Billy by the back of his hair and forces him to his feet. He delivers a hard blow to Billy's face, which the ref adminishes him for. HBH shrugs off the ref and delivers a knee to Billy's stomach before he can recover. Billy doubles over. HBH grabs Billy and nails him with a Downward Spiral. Billy grabs his face as he lies on the ground. HBH rolls Billy over and climbs on top of him. He delivers a couple of open punches to Billy's face before the ref orders him to stop. HBH gets off of Billy, and drags him to his feet again. He whips Billy into the ropes. Billy shoots off, and HBH misses with a spinning elbow. Billy runs into the other ropes and comes bouncing off of them, looking for a clothesline, but HBH catches him with a Spinning Heel Kick. Billy goes down to the ground. HBH gets on top of Billy for another cover.)
1.....2.....Billy gets a shoulder up.
(HBH grabs Billy and sits him up. He then gets behind him and locks in a Reverse Chin Lock. Billy struggles against the hold for a couple seconds and the ref asks him if he wants to give up. Billy shakes his head "no" and starts to work his way to his feet. The crowd starts chanting "H....B...H!" to encourage the Brett Michaels on, and he tries to bear down on Billy. Billy, however, makes it to his feet and delivers a couple of hard elbows to Michaels' stomach. Billy rears back for a third elbow to fully break the hold, but HBH is too quick for him and nails Billy with a short clothesline that sends Ubermark back to the ground. HBH reaches down and stands Billy up again. He gives Billy a couple of hard chops across the chest, backing The Virgin up to the ropes. The red welts start forming on Billy's bare skin. HBH reels back and whips Billy into the far ropes. HBH charges for a clothesline at Billy, but misses. Again Billy hits the oposite ropes and bounces off. He comes at HBH and nails him with a flying forearm smash to the face. HBH staggers backwards, and ends up leaning on the ropes. Billy charges at him, again, and HBH ducks down to catch Billy with a shoulder throw. He lifts Billy over the top rope and flips him to the outside. Billy, however, lands in the standing position on the ring apron and not on the floor outside. HBH swaggers into the middle of the ring with his arms out in a "No problem"-type stance. The fans, however, shout their warnings to him. HBH turns around, and Billy jumps onto the top rope and then launches himself off in a plancha-like drop kick that nails HBH square in the chest. HBH goes down to the canvas, hard. Billy Ubermark goes over to the fallen HBH and lifts him off the canvas. He stands Michaels up and drives a hard jumping elbow smash to HBH's forehead. Michaels staggers in place for a moment, but then Billy backs him up against the ropes. He tries to whip HBH off the ropes, but HBH reverses the whip. Billy goes off the ropes and HBH tires for another Hip Toss on Billy. Billy puts on the breaks and reverses the move into a Reversed Russian Leg Sweep, driving HBH's face into the canvas. Michaels lies on the canvas with one hand cupped over his nose. Billy gets in front of Michaels. He lifts him up into the kneeling position, sizes him up, and then connects with a dropkick to Michaels' face. HBH falls backwards, and Billy quickly jumps up and grabs HBH's legs for a roll-up style cover.)
1.....2....HBH rolls off to one side and gets out of the cover.
(Billy moves fast to get ahold of HBH as he rolls on the canvas. He grabs HBH's head and stands him up in a front face lock. Billy makes a cocky gesture to the fans, who let their feelings about Billy be known with a chorus of boos. Billy ignores the fans and hits HBH with a modified Twist-of-Fate. HBH lies motionless on the ground as Billy gets to his feet. He sizes his opponent up for a second before dragging HBH to his feet again. He takes HBH over to one of the corners and rams his head into the turnbuckle. He then turns HBH around and shoves him back-first into the turnbuckle. He drives a couple of elbows into HBH's face. He then puts HBH in a headlock, turns him around, and climbs to the middle turnbuckle. Billy jumps off the turnbuckle and delivers a Tornado DDT to HBH, driving his forehead into the canvas. The crowd boos as Billy rolls HBH over for a cover.)
1......2.... HBH gets a shoulder up.
(Billy gets to his feet and kicks HBH in the back a couple of times. He then grabs HBH by the back of the head and stands him up. He whips him into the ropes, and when HBH comes off of them, Billy catches him with a drop toe hold. HBH falls forwards and lands on his hands and knees. Billy quickly gets up off the ground and nails HBH with a dropkick to the ribs while he's kneeled over. HBH rolls on the canvas and over to the ropes. He lies on the ground grabbing his ribs where Billy kicked him. Billy stands up and poses to the crowd again for a second, eliciting another round of angry taunts. Billy goes over to Brett Michaels and lifts him off the ground. He takes Brett over to one of the turnbuckles and again drives his face into it. He then turns HBH around and gives him a couple shoulders in the midsection. Billy then grabs Brett and whips him into the far corner. Billy follows Brett over and goes for a monkey flip out of the corner, but Brett catches Billy with a raised boot to the face. Brett remains in the corner and steps up to the second turnbuckle in an attept to come off and hit Billy with some kind of move, but Billy recovers to quickly. Billy rushes into the corner and hits HBH with a series of blows to the stomach. HBH remains perched on the second rope, stunned. Billy climbs up onto top turnbuckles himself. He swiftly does a hurricanranas HBH off the middle turnbuckle and onto the canvas. HBH is lying flat on his back in the middle of the ring. Billy quickly picks himself off the canvas and sees where HBH is lying. He shoots himself into the ropes and comes at HBH with a Rolling Thunder Press. He lands across HBH's chest. Billy then goes for another cover on HBH.)
1.....2....HBH gets a shoulder up.
(Billy gets to his feet and mutters something under his breath. He picks up HBH by the hair and backs him into the ring corner, again. Billy delivers a hard chop across HBH's chest, causing Michaels to double over. Billy whips him across the ring into the far turnbuckle, and then tries to follow up with a Monkey Flip. HBH hits the far turnbuckle, but then moves out of the way. Billy jumps and ends up on standing on the empty second turnbuckle. HBH grabs Billy from behind and tries to back suplex him off the turnbuckle. Billy, however, counters and uses the momentum to backflip over HBH. Billy grabs HBH from behind and nails him with a dropkick to the back. The force of the move sends HBH into the turnbuckle and over the top rope, onto the floor. The ref starts a 10-count on HBH as the Michaels rolls over to the guardrail surrounding the ring area. Fans start chanting "H...B...H," again, trying desperately to cheer their man on. HBH gets to the guardrail and starts pulling himself up on it. Billy slides out of the ring. He grabs Michaels by the hair and drives his head into the steel railing. Billy then tries to deliver a hard fist to the face on Michaels, but HBH somehow blocks it and delivers a punch of his own. HBH begins opening fire on Billy, nailing him with about five or six more punches before charging at Billy with a clothesline. Billy ducks. HBH turns around and Billy nails him with a Cressent Kick to the face that staggers the veteran. Billy rushes at HBH for a clothesline of his own, but HBH recovers in time to catch Billy with a scoop slam onto the floor. Billy writhes in pain on the floor as a dizzy HBH rolls back into the ring. The ref restarts his 10-count, this time on Billy. Billy makes his way to his feet and starts climbing up the ring apron. Michaels comes over and reaches down. He grabs Billy by the hair and pulls him up onto the apron. Michaels locks Billy up and Suplexes him back into the ring. The crowd starts going nuts as HBH sizes up Billy, who is lying on the canvas. HBH picks up Billy and lifts him to the standing position. He delivers a couple more punches to Billy's face, then whips Billy into the ropes. Billy shoots off and HBH leapfrogs over Billy. Billy comes back off the other ropes and HBH tries for a shoulder throw. Billy catches him, however, and connects with a Canadian Destroyer! Billy gets a cocky grin on his face as he leans over HBH for a cover.)
1....2.....HBH barely gets a shoulder up before the 3 count.
(Billy slams a fist into the canvas in frustration. He gets off the canvas, pulling HBH to his feet with him. Billy moves to the middle of the ring, sets HBH up and nails him with a quick Swinging Neckbreaker. Billy positions HBH a little bit and then climbs one of the turnbuckles. He makes a throat-slashing gesture with his thumb, which draws the ire of the fans. Billy launches himself off for a Moonsault, but at the last minute HBH rolls out of the way. Billy lands hard on the canvas, and grabs his stomach in pain. The ref starts a 10-count on both men. They struggle to get to their feet. HBH tries using the ring ropes to help himself up, but Billy makes it up first and sees HBH is partially standing with his back to him. Billy goes up behind him and quickly tries for the Virgin Sacrafice. He grabs HBH by the head and pulls backwards, but HBH holds tight to the nearby ring ropes, and Billy falls backwards with out him, with his feet up in the air. HBH sees this and quickly grabs Billy's legs. He steps in between and begins trying to set Billy up for a Sharpshooter! Billy struggles on the canvas trying to get out of the hold. The crowd goes nuts as HBH crosses Billy's legs and fights to turn Billy over! Billy finally gets a leg loose and kicks at HBH's face. Billy rolls backwards and gets out of the hold. He gets to his feet and runs at HBH who connects with the Sweet Chin Music from out of nowhere. Billy falls backwards, and lands flat on his back. The fans go wild! HBH grabs Billy's legs and sets him up for the Sharpshooter. This time, its much easier and he rolls him over. Billy is stuck in the middle of the ring. The camera gets a close-up of Billy's face, which is contorted in pain. Billy grabs at his hair and pulls, as the ref asks him if he wants to tap out. Billy's hand is out and it appears he's going to tap. The camera, however, suddenly pulls out to a wider view of the ring to show that Ultimo Chocula is running down to ringside. Chocula jumps up onto the apron in front of HBH and points at him. HBH sees Chocula. He breaks the hold on Billy Ubermark and rushes at Chocula. He takes a swing at U.C., who jumps off the apron just in the knick of time. U.C. points at his head as if to say that he's smarter the HBH. HBH, however, uses the top rope and slingshots himself at U.C. in a plancha-type crossbody tackle. He sends Chocula crashing into the guardrail with the move, effectively taking him out. HBH slowly climbs to his feet, groggy from his own move. He goes over to Ultimo Chocula, who is leaning on the guardrail and starts pounding on his face. Back in the ring Billy "The Virgin" Ubermark has gotten back to his feet. He sees what going on and runs to the far ropes to get a head of steam. Billy rushes at full speed to the near ropes where HBH is beating on Chocula. He leaps to the top rope and launches himself off of it in his own suicidal dive. HBH, however, moves out of the way and Billy sandwiches Chocula between himself and the guard rail. HBH turns around. He starts dealing alternating punches between the two members of the Handsome Boys Modeling School. Suddenly, Trik Turner comes rushing in from out of nowhere and bulldogs HBH into the floor from behind. Turner, Chocula, and Ubermark start laying boots to the fallen HBH when HitmanMark comes down through the crowd. He grabs Chocula from behind and whips him into the steel steps. Billy Ubermark sees Hitman Mark and takes a swing at him, but Hitman Mark blocks it, grabs Billy by the hair, and slams his face into the ring apron.)
(At about this time, the ref has had enough. He calls for the bell.)
*BELL RINGS*
(Hitman Mark rolls Billy Ubermark back into the ring despite the bell ringing. Meanwhile HBH has gotten to his feet and is delivering a beating to the face of Trik Turner. HBH throws Turner into the ring, as well. Hitman Mark and HBH climb into the ring after them, as the announcer speaks briefly with the referee.)
*ANNOUNCER*: Here is the official decision, due to outside interference, the referee has thrown this match out. The official decision is a double disqualification!
(Hitman Mark and HBH pay no heed to the official. HBH has Trik Turner in the corner and is beating on him. Meanwhile Billy Ubermark is leaning against the ropes, taking random shots from Hitman Mark. Nobody is paying attention to Ultimo Chocula, however, how slides into the ring with a chair in hand. He takes the chair and brings it down over the head of Hitman Mark, who crumbles to the ground. Chocula takes the chair and drives it into his Hitman Mark's stomach once or twice. Billy Ubermark, meanwhile goes over to where HBH is beating on Trik Turner. HBH backs up to hit the Sweet Chin Music on Turner when Billy catches him from behind with the Virgin Sacrafice. Turner and Billy start laying the beat-down on HBH as Chocula sits down on top of Hitman Mark and starts giving him the punches to the skull. The crowd then unexpectedly erupts into cheers. Mike Hodgness and Joel Nelson, The Nyrds, rush the ring. They grab Trik Turner off of HBH and throw him over the ring ropes to the floor. Billy Ubermark turns his attention from HBH to Joel Nelson. Joel sees Billy and catches him with a kick to the stomach, followed by a DDT. Mike runs over to Ultimo Chocula and tackles him, knocking him off of Hitman Mark. The two men roll on the canvas, under the bottom rope, and crash to the floor in a brawl. Joel Nelson, meanwhile, takes Billy Ubermark and tosses him out of the ring between the ropes. Billy flies out and catches Trik Turner, who is trying to recover to his feet. Billy and Trik try to collectively get to their feet. As they do so, Joel Nelson rushes off the far ropes. On his return, HBH launches him over the top rope into a giant plancha and he catches both Trik and Billy, sending all three of them crashing to the floor. HBH climbs out of the ring to help with the mess. He goes to where Trik Turner is laying and drives some boots to his stomach. Suddenly, The Outlaw runs down to the ring. HBH looks up just in time for Outlaw to nail him in the face with the Tri-State Championship Belt. HBH goes down, hard, with blood spraying from his nose. Outlaw stands over HBH and starts shouting obscenities at him, while gesturing to the Tri-State Title belt. A group of refs suddenly pour out of the back and begin trying to break up the meyham. They quickly get between Outlaw and HBH. Two refs order Outlaw to the back area while one attends to HBH, who is lying on the ground with blood pouring out of his nose. Meanwhile Joel Nelson is being pulled off of Billy Ubermark, who is slumped down against the guardrailing as Joel continues to stomp on his chest. Joel keeps trying to deliver kicks as a pair of security guards pull him off. Over on the other side of the ring, Trik Turner and Hitman Mark are engaging in an exchange of punches. Officials get between them and try to stop things without getting hit themselves. Officials also try to pull Mike Hodgness off of Ultimo Chocula, as the two are tied up on the floor. Ultimo has a cut over one of his eyes and is clawing at Mike's face, as Mike continues to throw punch after punch at Chocula. The the refs try to regain controll and the crowd erupts in a drunken frenzy over the chaos, the scene fades to black.)
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Post by HMARK Center on Mar 6, 2006 22:00:00 GMT -5
<The camera pans over the crowd as Gorilla gives the 411 on the next match we're going to see.>
Gorilla: Hey everyone! Welcome back! Speaking the match we just witnessed, last Sunday night we saw one hellacious match at Freek Show, eight men fought each other tooth and nail in that crafty device, the Chamber Of Horrors. The day before that match up two of the combatants, the Fallen Dragon Hitmanmark and one half of the Handsome Boy Modeling School Ultimo Chocula, met one on one near the French Quarter of Disneyland! Let's take you back to last Saturday and show you all what happened between those two combatants!
<We see a decent sized crowd penned in around the Disneyland French Quarter, sitting quietly and waiting.>
<"Look At This Face" comes on and Ultimo, accompanied by Moniqua and Fru Fru, walks out from the back to his usual cacophony of boos. He's sporting some brand new tights emblazoned with the French flag and his usual shades that he thinks make him look cool. The three get into the ring and UC does a series of cheeseball modeling poses as Moniqua applauds him on and Fru Fru wags his little tail and yips. UC snags the mic from Lillian and it's promo happy fun time.>
UC: "Finally, The Choc will go BACK to Paris France.... and get the hell out of this Technicolor nightmare!"
Crowd: "BOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!"
UC: "Hey now! I'm considered a genius over there! After three hellish weeks at Walt's acid trip come to life, the Handsome Boy Modeling School will be on the first plane outta here! We will be among people like us, stylish, suave, debonair, and best of all we won't be surrounded by people like you!"
Crowd: "BOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!
UC: "You said that already. Now then, when someone of my social standing goes to a place that has class comin' out the wazoo like Paris, you gotta know how to get around. Since none of you turds will ever step foot beyond your own front doors, you don't know *BEEP!* about nuthin'! But I, on the other hand, know what to say to our friends, the Parisians. Things such as these....ahem....
(UC gets a mock dignified look on his face as he tries his damndest to act cultured. He pretends he is speaking with another person as he utters the following...)
UC: "Wee wee. Mag knee feek. Bon joo-wer. See moo play. No, I am not a mime. Thank you for asking. Do you think the Louvre rents the Mona Lisa out for dinner parties? That was the finest accordion solo I've ever heard. If the Houston Oilers ever moved here they could just use the Eiffel Tower as their symbol and no one would tell the difference. I would like the large plate full of snails and a glass of your feetiest wine. How are your ticklers today? Firm and prickly, I suspect. You know, I haven't seen a good Nazi lynching in years. Portugal? Are they still around? Hello, madame. Would you like to smoke, wear stripy shirts, and dance under a lamp post? What say we go find some Americans and rip them off?"
(The crowd boos even more as UC sports a fecal eating grin. Moniqua sniffs her nose at a fan who's trying to get her attention.)
UC: "You see, that? That's what I'm talking about, beezo! And after Sunday that's where I'm gonna be! Up to my armpits in culture, Jack! But first Billy and I will win the Chamber Of Horrors, carrying Outhouse and Turnip the whole time, and take out those puny Noobs, that Breath chump, and my opponent tonight. Some....sort of.....gothic dinosaur or something. I don't know. Who's my opponent again?"
<In response, the lights go out around the ring before coming back on, shining blue. “Disposable Teens” rocks the PA as the crowd pops big, and Hmark makes his way out, in his leather jacket w/hood, and donning the dark eyeliner. He has a small smirk on his face as he makes his way towards the ring, staring ahead at Ultimo. Looking to the side, the Fallen Legion has followed him here, and they begin their traditional bowing.>
Bobby Cruise (guess I had his name wrong all this time): <starting the introductions> This match is scheduled for one fall with a 30 minute time limit. Ultimo Chocula’s opponent, from Newark, New Jersey, weighing in at 218 pounds, the Fallen Dragon, HitmanMark!
<Inside the ring, Ultimo and Hmark are both smirking, each feeling confident. Monique and Fru Fru saunter out of the ring, while Hmark removes his jacket, revealing a new set of shorts-style tights. The bell rings and the match gets underway. Dave Prazak and Lenny Leonard resume their part-time announcing duties.>
DP: Well, Lenny, I may have put the “kabosh” on Hmark’s singles-undefeated streak since his return to the EWT, but, hey, he wasn’t pinned by Flex, nor did he submit!
LL: Yeah, yeah, details, details. It’s still your fault.
<UC and Hmark circle one another, having never met in the ring before. A lockup leads to a headlock by Ultimo, who tries to wrench it in. Hmark slips his head out, but Ultimo, thinking quickly, goes for the arm. Hmark grimaces a little, but smiles. He looks up, takes his arm, and twists it around a little bit; despite Ultimo’s efforts, Hmark frees his arm, which Ultimo is still holding and attempting to wring, and just waves at UC, showing the hold is obviously not working.>
LL: Reversal out of an arm-wringer? I guess I’ve seen everything, now…
<UC breaks it off and takes a step back, annoyed, causing Hmark to laugh. UC is fuming a little now, and gets up in Hmark’s face>
UC: Just getting out of an arm-wringer isn’t going to change the fact that you wear eyeliner, ass!
<Hmark looks to the crowd, feigning being offended. The two square off again, but, this time, Hmark arm drags UC to the mat, where he grabs his left arm, and goes to work. He pulls it straight, holds his hand, and twists, before putting his knee into the side of the elbow. UC struggles and curses at him, but manages to get to his feet, where he breaks free and attempts a standing dropkick on the kneeling Hmark. Hmark avoids it, though, and throws on a seated hammerlock. He then takes UC down onto his back, and puts UC’s arm on the mat, arched up in an unnatural position. He gets up, and just stomps on it, jarring it like a mother.>
<UC immediately rolls out, where Moniqua simultaneously scolds and helps him. She yells “LOOK OUT!” as Hmark attempts to fly through with a suicide dive, but, as he begins to come through the second and third ropes, Ultimo leaps up, delivering a loud enziguri to the side of Hmark’s head! Hmark falls in a heap, his midsection draped on the ropes, his head outside of them. UC responds with uppercuts, and leaps onto the mat, where he delivers some light, but insulting kicks to the side of Hmark’s head. He rubs his arm, which is still sore, but delivers a leg drop across the back of Hmark’s head, going for his neck.>
<Ultimo slides into the ring, and now goes for the advantage. He begins by hitting clubberin’ forearms down on Hmark’s back and the beck of his neck, and then tosses him, shoulder first, into the turnbuckles. He follows up by putting Hmark between the ropes, so that his legs are in the ring and his torso out, and yanks back on his chin, tweaking his neck. The ref gives the five count, but UC breaks it. During his scolding from the ref, Moniqua doesn’t get involved, but just gives Hmark a condescending look.>
<UC takes Hmark to the mat and hits a snap leg drop, before turning him over and hitting another to the back of his head. UC gets up to taunt the crowd, feeling like he’s firmly in control. He picks Hmark up and puts him in a Dragon Suplex position, likely looking for his full nelson faceplant, but Hmark drops down to his knee, stopping it. As the two men struggle, Hmark manages to get one arm free from the full nelson position, and grabs at Ultimo’s worked over arm, bending it, causing UC to break the hold. Hmark’s face gets a bit sadistic as he knows he’s just grabbed the advantage; he pulls UC in, short-length clothesline style, but instead nails a European Uppercut to the jaw! Ultimo falls, but Hmark holds onto his arm; Hmark drops down and puts him in the Crucifixion, really focusing on tugging the injured arm!>
<The crowd yells for UC to tap, but he refuses, his face defiant. Hmark, undeterred, changes things around; he keeps one leg draped around the back of UC’s neck, uses the other to pull UC’s legs wider apart, and uses both of his arms to pull on the worked over left arm. The crowd’s calls for a tap-out grow louder, but UC, in a burst of energy, manages to roll onto his back, kicking his feet to the ropes, breaking it.>
<Hmark looks a little perturbed, thinking he might have had it there. He goes to pick UC up, but a quick rollup almost gets UC the win! Hmark gets to his feet…and is met by a super kick! UC, his arm damaged, knows he needs to end it, so he goes for another pin; close, but no cigar.>
<UC begins putting the boots to Hmark, focusing on his back and neck. He picks Hmark up, and nails a HARD backdrop driver suplex (belly-to-back suplex, basically), before going once again for the illegal clutch in the ropes, pulling back on Hmark’s neck. After the ref makes him break it, Ultimo looks like he’s backing off…but then runs up and jumps on Hmark’s back, jumping up and down on him, bouncing his neck against the bottom rope! Another five count, and Ultimo again backs off, but Hmark is in a lot of pain, rolling on the mat.>
<Ultimo again scoops Hmark up, and this time signals for a Brainbuster, something that’d definitely finish off a bum neck. He lifts Hmark up…but Hmark drops down, gets behind him, and goes for the Okana roll (roll up) off the ropes! No good, and Ultimo, like lightening, picks him up and snaps off a quick neck breaker, leaving Hmark on his stomach, and still hurting.>
<Ultimo signals to the crowd that it’s over, and climbs to the top…EARTH-CLUTCH! They’re close to the ropes, but Hmark’s had enough damage done that it might not be enough to save him. UC wrenches back on it, but it’s clear he can’t get it on all the way; his left arm is in too much pain. Hmark is in the hold for twenty seconds or so as the crowd claps, trying to rally him. Hmark feels Ultimo’s grip getting loose, and manages to push himself up to his knees! The crowd continues to try and rally him, and he pounds the mat, getting them to clap and stomp in unison. Ultimo is diligent holding his grip with his right arm, but Hmark, with a burst of adrenaline, rears up and falls forward, throwing Ultimo off his back in the process.>
<Neither man is quick getting up, but when they do, the blows start flyin’. Ultimo throws forearms as Hmark throws knife-edge chops, and neither are giving an inch. Ultimo eventually throws up the eye poke, and Irish whips Hmark to the ropes, looking for the advantage. He goes for a backdrop, but Hmark hooks him in for Dragon’s Wings! Ultimo fights it, so Hmark instead grabs him, Fisherman’s Suplex style, and snaps off the Golden Gate Swing! He hurts his own neck in the process, but gets up quick enough to set up the Mexican Surfboard.>
<Hmark stands on the back of Ultimo’s legs, and grabs both his arms, and begins to fall back, rocking and reeling. As he does so, he trashes talks a little.>
Hmark: <setting it up> Uh-oh! Uh-oh! I think you’re in trouble! <begins rocking back> Woooah. <rocks a little more, the audience joins in> Woooooooah! <falls all the way back> WOOOOOOOOOOAH!!!
<Hmark manages to heft UC up all the way, stretching his arms, legs, and back simultaneously. The crowd pops for the move, but Hmark, unable to hold it too long thanks to his neck, manages to drop UC down on his shoulders, and makes it a pin!>
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<Ultimo gets the shoulder up! Hmark rubs his neck as he rises, but looks like he wants to end it. He picks UC up, but UC responds with head butts to the midsection. Hmark is stopped in his tracks, and Ultimo gets up, trying to put him down with an Implant DDT! Hmark fights it, but Ultimo, who still has Hmark in DDT position, begins throwing knee strikes to the head, rocking him. Hmark staggers, looking woozy, and Ultimo goes to the outside, looking for a springboard move. He leaps up, going for a springboard lariat…>
<But Hmark catches his arm as he comes down! As the two hit the mat, Hmark hooks Ultimo’s left arm so that Hmark’s right leg/knee is bent in front of it, wrapped around it, and his left leg/knee is behind it, adding pressure, as Hmark leans back on his hands. Ultimo fights at first, but then Hmark REALLY leans back…and UC can’t hold out. A tapout later, and the match ends.>
BC: The winner of this bout, by submission, HitmanMark!
<Hmark, neck still sore, rolls off, feeling pain from the strain he put into hooking up that move. Ultimo grasps his arm in pain on the mat, as Moniqua looks on, disappointed, but not angry. Hmark grabs his coat and walks off, looking back. He clearly mouths “In the Chamber, man, see you in the Chamber.” as he walks off.>
<We come back to Gorilla Monsoon>
GM: We hope you fans enjoyed that first time ever matchup. That baby was originally planned for exclusive video release, but then we realized how stupid it would be to copy something as crappy as a Coliseum Home Video release, and decided that you, the EWT fans, deserved it for free. Now, back to the live action!
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Post by Superior Dragon on Mar 6, 2006 23:24:53 GMT -5
Back to the locker room area where Sum Guy is standing next to the Suicidal Idolz, Twizted and American Saint.
Sum: Hello I'm Sum Guy and I got lucky with a horse once!
*Vomiting noises can be heard.
Sum: Anyway, I'm here with EWT's newest aquisitions, the Suicidal Idolz. First, I have to ask, didn't you guys use to be 2 Dope?
Twizted: No.
American Saint: Nope, not us.
Sum: Really? I could've sworn...Anyway, my next question is for Twizted. Twizted, looking at all the talent here, what do you think of the EWT so far.
Twiz: Well, it's awesome here. From what I've seen, guys like Limey, Spaz, Bolt Bacana, and HMark really showed me that you can make it here coming from the indy's and ROH. Unlike my friend CM Punk, who's still in OVW and has to use a lame "Punk'd" as his catchphrase. So yeah, I like it.
Sum: So, are you ever gonna beat me up?
Twiz: No, the Cohln's do that already.
Sum: Phew! Now, my n ext question is for American Saint. Now, seeing as how you're more of the powerhouse of the two, could you compete with guys like Gas, Flex Magnificent, Virus, and the Cancelor?
Saint: Um, I might be able to Sum. Although you can't really pick up a 500 lbs. man like the Cancelor, now can you?
Sum: I wouldn't know. I haven't tryed that yet.
Saint: Don't. Anyway, I think I can hang in there with those guys. And I'm determined to show them that I can earn my place as a main-event player here in the EWT.
Sum: Are you gonna hurt me.
Saint: No.
Sum: Well, that's two less people who are gonna hurt me! Guys, one last question. Are you a tag-team?
Saint: It depends Sum. Usually, we just watch each other's backs. But when push comes to shove, then we show them why we are...The Suicidal Idolz.
Sum: Okay! Til' next time, I'm Sum Guy, and I once slept in a kitty litter box!
*More vomiting noises can be heard as we cut to a commercial for vintage EWT Merchandise, featuring the Ultimo Chocula T-SHirt "Chocula Rocksula" and HMark's "Fallen Legion" Shirt.
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Post by Virus aka Captain No-Nuts on Mar 7, 2006 0:02:20 GMT -5
Lillian: The following tag-team contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, weighing in at 317 pounds, VIRUS!
(The crowd boos as Heaven's a Lie hits, and plays for a good 30 seconds with no sign of the newest (and possibly most hated) member of the PTA. Heaven's a Lie fades out, and Lillian looks confused. She motions to a manager, who mouths "introduce Bolt".)
Lillian: Errr... Introducing first, from Chicago, Illinois... he is the EWT OX Division Champion... BOLT! BACANA!
("Jesus Walks" hits, and again, after 30 seconds, there is no sign of the OX Division champion. The manager shakes his head and says "introduce A-Bomb and Richards.")
Lillian: Introducing first, the team of A-BOMB and STEVIE! RICHARDS!
(Their theme comes on, but nobody comes out... AGAIN! After 15 seconds, we cut to backstage, where bickering can be heard coming from A-Bomb's locker room. We cut back to the ring, where the crowd is booing at the lack of talent in the ring. The referee gets in Lillian's ear.)
Lillian: Referee Lee has informed me that unless an EWT superstar makes it down to this ring within the required ten-count, this match will be ruled a double count-out!
(The crowd boos, chanting "WE WANT A MATCH!" as the bell rings and Referee Lee begins a 10-count.)
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Lillian: As a result of both teams' inability to make it down to the ring in a timely manner, this matchup has been declared a DRAW by DOUBLE COUNT-OUT!
(The crowd boos at this no-show as we fade to commercial.)
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Post by Banned Member on Mar 7, 2006 1:34:15 GMT -5
*The sun is at high noon as we scroll down, and see that we are outside a dirty ranch, and a limo is shown pulling up. The Limo comes to a stop,and the door opens,and out steps The Million Dollar Man Ted Dibiase, and Ric Flair. They walk up to the porch,and knock on the door. The door slowly opens,and we can see that Outlaw is behind the screen door.*
OL: What the hell are you two........
RF: Wooooooooooooo!!!! Outlaw you have lost touch with the dirty side of your game!!!!
OL: Look I just neede.......
TD: Bwahahahahahahahahaha. We know what you needed us for,and we are to see to it that you go from dirty Cowboy to one of the most feared rule breakers there is!!
OL: Ho.......
RF: Wooooooo!!!! Well my boy were going to turn you into the second dirtiest player in the game today! You'll be riding in limos, fine dinning, and je........
OL: I hate flying, and I'm not exactly all that wealthy to be doing that stuff.
TD: Bwhahahahahahaha!!! No matter for you see. I am giving you 2 Million to be reworked! You'll be living the high life in no time!!
OL: I guess I could try.
RF: Woooooooo!!! We also have a personal trainer to help you?
OL: Who Richard Simmons?
TD: Bwhahahahahaha!!! No he is a wrestling god!
OL: Oh no not him!
RF: Wooooooooo! Yes Jbl!!!
*The limo door opens,and out steps JBL,and Jillian Hall, and JBL looks around, and wrinkles his nose, and as he steps up on the porch he shakes Outlaws hand, and Jillian hands him a sanitizer for his hand.*
JBL: I am a Wrest.............
*Outlaw delivers a big boot to JBL's face,and than before Flair can say anything he is thrown off the porch by Outlaw. Outlaw turns around, and ducks a Belt shot from Ted, and Ted goes flying off the porch. Outlaw walks over,and picks up the Million dollar belt, and sees Jillian is holding a briefcase.*
OL: Whats in the case?
JH: Nothing I swear!
*Outlaw takes the case from her, and opens it. Outlaw's jaw drops.*
OL: Why theres gotta be 15 million here!
JH: Ya they were here to really offer to buy the ranch,and than ambush you.
OL: Oh really? Say Jillian for 4 million will you be my escort?
JH: You can't run off with that money!
OL: Hey they wanted me to play dirty this is a start. So you in or out?
*Jillian looks at JBL, and than kicks him in the gut.*
JH: I'm in lets go!
OL: Funny thing is we take this limo it's a good 300 miles into town,and all my horses have been sold. So these three will have a long walk back, and Brett Michaels might want to call these three up,and ask them there experience with a guy that just made them famous!!!
*Outlaw opens the limo door for Jillian,and than he enters, and the limo drives off leaving JBL,Flair,and Dibiase stranded.*
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Post by Ragnal on Mar 7, 2006 3:07:18 GMT -5
*Josh Matthews is shown approaching Mike and Joe Ragnal and Tanya, who seem to be talking over their strategy for their rematch.*
JOSH: Mike, Joe, we understand that the two of you finally have a rematch planned out when you take on Curly and Big to reclaim your tag team titles. Can you tell us what your rematch will be?
MIKE: Not just yet, Josh. We figure we'll let Curly and Big keep our belts for another week. So for one week, they're safe. But next week...next week they won't be so lucky, because THAT'S when we plan to reclaim our tag belts, and trust me, we WILL get them back!
*The Ragnals and Tanya walk off, and Josh walks up to them once more.*
JOSH: What about the recent events in EWT? Do you have any thoughts on the PTA's newest member, Virus?
*The Ragnals and Tanya stop dead in their tracks, and they turn around and approach him.*
MIKE: Virus...yeah, I have a few thoughts about that. When Virus first came into EWT, I saw something in him. He had talent, he had mic skill...Heck, he even had the same musical tastes I did! The fans cheered him on in all his matches, and what does he do to thank them?! He turns on them! Josh, I'm not afraid to say that being with the PTA will get you nowhere! In fact...
*Seeing the signal for her, Tanya nods and approaches the mic.*
TANYA: Virus...I don't know WHY you would want to EVER be associated with Principal Pain and his cohorts EVER. Take it from me. I came into EWT As Secretary Saucy! I had to do everything Pain told me to! And even after all that, you know what he did? He tossed me out! He threw me out of the PTA without regret! Looking back you'd think I'd be upset...but I'm not! I'm GLAD I was forced out of the PTA! Otherwise, I would NEVER have met the Ragnals the way I did, and I would just be eyecandy, a manager to Pain, and that's not what I wanted to be here, thanks in part to women like Linda and Carla. And take a look at Chance Confidence? Where's he? Still in EWT, with a damn good singles career going! I'm not saying you made the wrong choice, Virus...I'm saying you should keep these things in mind when it comes to trusting Pain!
MIKE: Meanwhile, we have bigger fish to fry! Tanya's still peeved over Freek Show, and we still have a rematch to settle.
*The Ragnals and Tanya walk off. Fade to black.*
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Post by crauswell on Mar 7, 2006 3:09:28 GMT -5
Crauswell returns from Disney Land... entering the EWT Arena... with a whole arm load of various Disney Stuff... of course... all of it represent various animal-like Disney Characters. The Gryphon looks up at his plunder... as he lets out a soft moan of pleasure.
Crauswell: Mmmm... you're going right into the rest of my collection.
He walks into the EWT Arena... but bumps into someone... dropping all of his stuff... and looks at the person in front of him. It's Chance Confidence.
Chance: Watch where you're going you dolt... you almost knocked me on the ground!
Crauswell looks at Chance and glares.
Crauswell: I remember you... I beat you in the ring.
Chance looks up... and recognizes the Gryphon Man immediately.
Chance: .... BIG BIRD!!! Heh... I see that you decided to ditch the crappy looking yellow costume. Yeah... yellow looked kinda cliche anyway.
Crauswell growls.
Crauswell: Damn it... that's not my name!!!
Chance thinks a bit.
Chance: Oh wait... now I remember who you are. So how're things Tweety? Seen any puddy tats lately?
Crauswell is getting more angry obviously.
Crauswell: I AM NOT A FICTIONAL CHARACTER!!! I AM CRAUSWELL!!!
Chance looks up... and suddenly remembers.
Chance: OH!!! Nope doesn't ring a bell... unless you're the big flapping moron who hasn't won a match in a few weeks. Tell me... how does it feel losing? I don't usually do it... but I mean, you do it all the time! First against that guy that wears the Towel... then against that Colt Cabana Clone,... and most recently the one that names all his moves like Bad Horror Movie Titles. Who will beat you this week?! The Virgin? The Fat Drunk? Toomi himself?!
Crauswell has had enough and tackles Chance to the ground... beating the hell out of him. Chance acks and tries to struggle free as the seldom seen EWT security team runs in and tries to break them up. However powers out... sending them all to the ground... he then grabs Chance and locks in the Cross Face Gryphon Wing... Chance screaming in agony... tapping out, but to no avail. Crauswell doesn't let up until Chance has passed out... the Gryphon Man getting to his feet and looking right at the security team. They just watch as he gathers up his things and heads back to his locker room.
Fade to a video package on Cletus Quinn
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Post by Koda, Master Crunchyroller on Mar 7, 2006 18:57:58 GMT -5
Lillian is standing in the ring with a mic in her hands.
*So Cold by Breaking Benjamin plays as Koda Kazar comes rushing out to a loud pop.*
Lillian: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first from Oklahoma City, Oklahoma, Koda Kazar!
Koda does a few backflips and waits for his mystery opponent.
*Mankind's music plays as the crowd explodes with cheers.*
Lillian: And his opponent, the legendary Mankind!
JR: This is one hell of a chance for Koda Kazar. Styles: Mankind is a hardcore legend and is one of the, if not the, best wrestlers ever.
Mankind high fives and hugs crowd members as he makes his way into the ring. Koda and Mankind shake hands and hug before starting the match. The ref rings the bell.
Koda tries a quick forearm on Mankind, but Mankind grabs his arm and throws him down. Mankind hits a running elbow onto Koda. Mankind picks Koda up and gives him a body slam followed up with another elbow drop. Mankind locks in a sitting headlock onto Koda.
Koda struggles and eventually squeezes out of the headlock. Koda springs off the ropes and hits Mankind with a dropsault. Koda hits a standing moonsault followed up with a standing shooting start press. Koda gets up and hits a corkscrew backflip splash from a standing position. Koda then hits a pendulum elbow drop. Koda goes for a pin.
One......Two.....Thr....Kickout!
JR: Koda is using his speed to wear out Mankind. Styles: This can work as long as he doesn't mess up his tempo.
Koda bounces off the ropes for a rolling senton, but Mankind gets his knees up in time. Mankind grabs Koda and whips him into the ropes. Mankind catches Koda in a big spinebuster. Mankind lifts Koda up and hits him with a vertical suplex. Mankind whips Koda into the corner and hits him with a body splash. Koda stumbles out and Mankind floors him with a clothesline.
Mankind grabs Koda and whips him into the corner again, but Koda runs up the corner and hits Mankind with a whisper in the wind. Koda kips up and stalks Mankind. Mankind ducks Koda's shining wizard attempt and Koda goes flying into the ropes. Mankind gets up and pulls Mr. Socko out of his pants. Mankind slips it on and puts Koda in the Mandible Claw! Koda struggles and almost faints, but makes it to the ropes barely. Koda falls down as the ref takes Mr. Socko away.
Mankind comes in closer, but Koda breaks free off the grapple and hits Mankind with a dropkick. Koda grabs Mankind and hits him with a big K-Driver! Koda goes for a pin.
One....Two.....Thre....Kickout! Mankind kicked out at the last second!
Koda gets up in disbelief as Mankind slowly gets up. Mankind turns around and grabs Koda. Mankind hits Koda with a double underhook ddt and falls back down. Koda rolls over and slowly gets up. Mankind gets up first and grabs Koda. Koda counters by spitting green mist into Mankind's eyes! Mankind stumbles about as Koda hits him with a Butterfly Roundhouse(new finisher)! Koda goes for a pin.
One....Two.....Three!!!!!
Lillian: Here is your winner, Koda Kazar!
Koda heads to the back to mixed reactions from the crowd.
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Post by Moxie loves Natalie on Mar 7, 2006 19:27:38 GMT -5
<Carl Guerrero walks through the EWT Arena, through the halls, he makes his way into the Men's Locker Room and meets Moxie>
Carl: Moxie! Mox! Hey!
Moxie: Yeah Carl?
Carl: I just got this message to meet someone near the EWT Logo. Know anything about it?
Moxie: Nope, Sorry man.
<Carl sighs>
Moxie: Why? You worried?
Carl: No.. no. there's tons of stuff going on, just trying to get everything in line for... Smite This!
Moxie: Yeah, that seems like a plan.
Carl: Billy and Chocula this week.
Moxie: Oh... That's going to get ratings. <sarcastic laugh>
Carl: Ha-Ha.
Moxie: I have to go talk to Toom E. Good luck finding whatever you're looking for.
Carl: Thanks.
<Moxie walks out of the Room and Carl sighs again. Carl then heads out himself and walks down the hallway. He heads out to the Logo and stands there waiting>
<a few mins go by>
<a few more mins go by>
<Carl sits near the Logo, and a large Asian man makes his way over>
Carl: Are-- are you who I'm waiting for?
Asian Man: Hmph.
Carl: Uhh... Yes?
Asian Man: Watch you mouth.
Carl: What?
Asian Man: When in area of woman, you... treat with respect!
Carl: Treat who with respect?
Voice: Me.
<A svelte Asian woman in white makeup and red lips makes her way into the picture>
Carl: Am I here to meet you?
Woman: Why yesss, Mistah Gererro.
Carl: Umm.. and you are?
Asian Man: <Grunts>
Woman: Hush you self, Penwin! I am... Geisha!
Carl: Nice to meet you?
Penguin: Grrrr!
Woman: Preez to meet you, Mistah Gererro. Mai Naime is Jackie Geisha, but yoo mai call me Miss Geisha. Ayehave come from Japan, Kyoto.
Carl: What do you plan on doing here?
Geisha: I come for GND Title. I wrestled in Japan, and in some een-dee-pey-en-dan-ents.
Carl: Right.
Geisha: Now.. eef you scuse me. I need to warm up for match!
<Jackie Geisha and Penguin walk out of the Camera's way, and to the back, leaving Carl with a dumbfounded look>
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Post by HMARK Center on Mar 7, 2006 20:26:22 GMT -5
<HitmanMark stands in the back, in his full outfit, sunglasses on, looking down, hands in front of him in a thoughtful gesture>
Two times now.
Two times, Trik Turner cost me a shot at once again holding my EWT World Championship.
Two times, I got my retribution in the ring.
Since my return to the EWT, I have made it my mission to prove, beyond any shadow of a doubt, that there is no one who can best me in the ring. I also wanted to further my gospel, my word of purity in competition, and dominance on the mat. I sought to build my Fallen Legion, my followers in the stands, who saw things the way I did.
But Trik, you've sidetracked me, to a degree.
<begins to take off sunglasses>
But worse than that...you lead me astray, Turner. You see, after our match at Magic, when I saw what had become of you, Trik, I didn't feel satisfaction, I didn't feel scared. I only felt pity and remorse.
I pitied you, Trik. I watched as you put on the act of becoming a shell of a man, someone lost in an indentity crisis. And I felt remorse, knowing that it had been done by my hands, through my words! I thought I had taken someone with limitless potential, someone who could become the future of the EWT, and cracked him, ruined him...
<looks straight at the camera>
...But that wasn't the case at all, was it, Trik? No; you wanted to play mind games. You wanted to get into my head, to throw me off my game. And, you know what? <slowly claps in faux applause> Congratulations. You accomplished what you had set out to do.
But your fatal mistake has been exposed, Trik: you dropped the act, and exposed yourself as the phony you are. You had appealed to my better nature, made me feel actual concern for you, and now you've shown me that was MY mistake.
You want an Iron Man Submissions Match? You want me in the match I have never been beaten cleanly in? In one of the kinds of matches I initially used to prove the worth, value, and prestige of the EWT World Title?
So be it. But unlike the old days, I say let's do this right. Sixty minutes, Trik. Sixty minutes, most submissions wins it.
Because you see, Turner, we could brawl, we could punch and kick, we can throw blunt objects at each other for an hour and then attempt to make what's left tap out...but I want more than that. You want to prove how great you are, Trik? How much you learned while traveling the world, at such a young age? Prove it, legit. Beat me at my own game, technical, mat-based warfafe. Use my own moves against me, the old and new, throw whatever you have, but show me in the damn ring. Because twice now, both times I got my retribution, we've scrapped, scraped, and brutalized each other, hardcore style, as well as the Chamber.
Let's change things up. Prove to me, prove to the Fallen Legion, who the better man is, Trik. Prove your worth to the EWT, and the future of the wrestling industry.
But no more mercy. No more remorse. No more pity. My actions will not be meant to save you this time; they shall damn you. And my words won't be those of regret, and a guilty conscience; they are now, as always, the Gospel, according to the Fallen Dragon.
<gives the Fallen Dragon sign: palm foward, first two fingers and thumb held up, close together>
Say. Your. Prayers.
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Post by Superior Dragon on Mar 7, 2006 21:52:57 GMT -5
The Twin TOwers are already in the ring, waiting for their opponents.
"St. Anger" by Metallica hits as Twizted and American Saint, the Suicidal Idolz, make their way out.
Lillian Garcia: And thier opponents, from South Of Heaven and Minneapolis, Minnesota, weighing at a combined weight of 439 lbs., Twizted! American Saint! The Suicidal Idolz!!!
Twizted wastes no time, going after Akkem and hitting him with a spinning wheel kick. American Saint gets into the ring and gets pummeled by Boss Man before hitting a drop toe hold, causing Boss Man to hit the middle turnbuckle.
Twizted is on the other side laying it into Akeem, hitting him with rapid punches to the head. Akeem manages to push him off and goes on the offensive, thowing Twizted to the turnbuckle and hitting a big spalsh. Twizted stumbles out and immediantly gets locked in a bear hug. Twiz is screaming in pain but manages to kick Akeem in the guts, making him let go. Twiz stumbles and tags in Saint, who immediantly hops in.
Akeem gets leveled with a clothesline to the back of the head as Saint runs to the ropes and hits a baseball slide dropkick. Akeem rools around in pain as Saint throws him to the Boss Man, urging him to make the tag. Boss Man gets in, and the two engage in a stare-off. Boss Man breaks it, hiitng Saint with a slap. Saint reponds with a right hook, and soon the two start trading blows, neither man backing down. Boss Man manages to avoid a punch and goes for the Boss Man Slam, but Saint avoids it and hits a brutal DDT. Saint turns his attention to Akeem, who is still groggy. Saint runs straight at him and hits an Elevated Shining Wizard. Akeem is down on the fround, and won't be getting uo anytime soon.
Saint then tags in Twiz, and signals for the end. Twiz hoists him in the air as Saint grabs him and hits the Alternante Dimension!! Twiz then locks in the Cattle Mutilation as Saint locks in the sharpshooter, making the move the X-Scape This!!! Boss Man immediantly taps out, leaving the Idolz victorious.
Lillian: Here are your winners, Twizted and American Saint, thee Suicidal Idolz!!
Twiz and Saint celebrate in the ring when JADE CHUNG comes out. Saint doesn't know this yet, still posing for the fans. Chung taps Saint around and gives him a hug, before leaving Twiz in the ring, looking at them in amazement.
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Post by Poker Joker on Mar 7, 2006 22:13:48 GMT -5
(The scene opens up in the E.W.T. arena's lockerroom. Sitting on a bench with a towel over his neck is Billy "The Virgin" Ubermark. He is still in his wrestling gear, and is clearly sulking. Behind him, pacing the floor is Ultimo Chocula. Chocula is also still in his wrestling gear. He seems to be muttering things to himself under his breath, and is visibly upset. After a couple seconds, E.W.T. reporter Sum Guy steps into the picture.)
*SUM GUY*: Hello, wrestling fans! This is E.W.T. reporter Sum Guy here in the lockroom at the arena. Behind me are the tag-team of Ultimo Chocula and Billy "The Virgin" Ubermark.... The Handsome Boys Modeling school! Let's see what's on their mind.
(Sum Guy steps back towards the Handsome Boys. Billy looks up at Guy briefly before looking back down at the floor. Chocula pays him no mind at all. Despite their obvious mood not to talk, Guy tries for the interview anyways. He sticks his microphone down to Billy Ubermark's face.)
*SUM GUY*: Mr. Ubermark! How are you doing?
(Billy looks up at Guy, again, and the microphone sticking in his face.)
*BU*: Well, I didn't think I could feel any lousier, but seeing you has certainly changed that.
(Ultimo Chocula sees Guy and stops pacing.)
*UC*: What is this? Where's Terri? She usually does our interviews?
*SUM GUY*: She got called on another assignment. She's doing an interview with the Nyrds.
(Ultimo Chocula's eyes get wide with astonishment, and his voice takes on a harsh, incredulous tone.)
*UC*: She's interviewing the NYRDS?!
*SUM GUY*: Yeah. So you guys got me? Lucky you, huh?
*BU* (sarcasticly): Oh, yeah. Real lucky. Something tells me I shouldn't bother buying any lottery tickets, tonight, either.
*UC* (still incredulous tone in voice): She's interviewing the NYRDS?!
*SUM GUY* (turning to Chocula): Yep.
*UC*: THE Nyrds?! The same two scrawny, little video game addicts who we made a mockery of in the men's room a couple weeks ago?!
*SUM GUY* (smiling stupidly): Those are the ones. So, let's get on with the interview. Like I said, How are you guys doing?
*UC* (angry): How are we doing? I'll tell you how we're doing?! We're pretty F***ING pissed of is how we're doing?!
*SUM GUY* (slightly taken back): Uh... please Mr. Chocula. There are children watching.
*UC* (angry): I don't care if there are children watching! Some of the little s***s are probably mine, if the condom broke! I CANNOT believe this! These Nyrds steal our opportunities for the tag-team titles! They steal our spotlight! And now they even steal the hot chick who interviews us! For Pete's sake, this is ridiculous! We get a break around this joint, but those Nyrds.... oh-ho-ho!... Those stupid, zit-faced monkeys get it easy!
*SUM GUY*: Well... with all due respect, the Nyrds' team DID beat you guys in the Chamber of Horrors match at Freak Show!
*UC* (waving a finger in front of his face): No, no, no! Those guys didn't beat US; they beat Trik Turner! He's the one who got strapped to the electric chair, so he's the one who dropped the ball in that match. Billy and I... we DID our part. We had the Nyrds begging for mercy in that match, and if had been just us verses them, we would've squished them like a couple of pimples.
*SUM GUY* (turning away from Chocula): Um... well... uh... we see how Mr. Chocula feels about things.... um... Mr. Virgin...
(Billy quickly shoots an angry scowl at Sum Guy.)
*SUM GUY*: .... I mean... Mr. Ubermark, what do you have to say?
(Billy stands up and takes the towel off of his shoulders.)
*BU*: Who? Me? Well, I'm in 100% agreement with my partner, here. These Nyrds keep getting all the glory, while we keep getting shunned! Is it because I'm a Virgin and people wanna keep me down? Probably. Is it because Ultimo Chocula is being overlooked again? Perhaps. But whatever the reason is, everybody in this arena knows that this is not the way things should be! Those two Nyrds should be cowering in the corner Mike Hodgness and Joel Nelson had no business sticking their noses in while Trik and us were dealing with HBH and Hitman Mark.
*SUM GUY*: But you....
*BU* (leaning into Sum Guy's face): SHUT UP! (Billy turns and faces the camera) You obviously don't know your places, yet! You're supposed to shut your mouths, nod your heads, and get the hell out of the popular kids' way! Lately, though, you guys haven't been doing that.... and that's a mistake. Maybe you two think you're a couple of heroes from one of those stupid video games you play all afternoon, and you're going to buck the system and save the world, or something. Well, here's a newsflash for you.....
(Billy grabs the microphone out of Sum Guy's hand. He and Ultimo Chocula stare into the camera as Billy continues to talk.)
*BU*: Life is NOT a video game. The little plumber doesn't always make it to the last level and rescue the princess, and the little spaceship doesn't always blast all of the aliens on the screen. Sometimes, guy behind the controller screws up, and runs out of lives.
(Billy starts pointing to the camera as he talks.)
*BU*: Nyrds! You guys have screwed up when you stuck your nose in our business. Now YOU'RE both on your last life and you're all out of quarters to continue! As soon as we get our hands on you, we're going to break you each in half like the scrawny twigs you are. And unlike in video games where the last thing you are the words "Game Over" flashing on the screen, you guys are going to be seeing your lives flashing before your eyes.
(Billy slams the microphone back into Sum Guy's chest. As he does so, Moniqua enters the lockerroom, carrying her dog Fru-Fru.)
*MONIQUA*: William! Singore Chocula! I just thought you both would like to know that your REGULAR interviewer, Ms. Terri, is currently preparing for an interview with those vile and disgusting Nyrds.
*UC*: Oh, yeah. Thanks for that timely FOX Update, Moniqua, but it looks like the Headline Goof, here, broke the story a little before you did.
*MONIQUA*: Really? Then why are you standing around here, complaining about it. A REAL Handsome Boy would go out and defend a woman's honor and protect her from dreadful task of having to interview those wretched Nyrds.
(Chocula nods his head.)
*UC*: You know what, Billy? I think she's right. C'mon. Let's rectify this situation.
*BU*: I'm right behind ya, buddy.
(Chocula walks out of the lockerroom door, followed closely by Billy who slams the door shut behind him. As the two leave, Sum Guy comes over to Moniqua who is scratching one of Fru-Fru's ears, gently, and smiling to herself.)
*SUM GU*: Um, Ms. Moniqua, how are your feeling about the events that took place surrounding your match at E.W.T. Freak Show?
*MONIQUA* (calmly): Frankly, Mr. Guy, I am quite pleased. I thought I handled Tanya Flaire beautifully.
*SUM GUY* (confused): Pardon me, ma'am, but you didn't even wrestle in that match.
*MONIQUA*: Of course not, Mr. Guy. That is my entire point. A woman of my stature shouldn't have to soil herself by getting in the ring and wrestle like a barbarian with the likes of Tanya Flaire. I was fortunate that that woman, Victoria, would take my place in the ring so I woudln't have to be degraded in such a manner. And with that, I consider the matter between me and Tanya Flaire.... closed.
*SUM GUY*: So you're not worried about any retribution from Tanya Flaire?
*MONIQUA*: Not in the least, Mr. Guy.
*SUM GUY*: Thank you for your time, Ms Moniqua.
*MONIQUA*: You're quite welcome, Mr. Guy. And may I say, you look DARLING in that bow-tie you're wearing. Doesn't he, Fru-Fru?
*FRU-FRU*: Yip! Yip!
*SUM GUY* (blushing and flustered): Well... uh...Thank you, Ms. Moniqua. And may I say that you look RAVISHING as always.
*MONIQUA* (smiling): Thank you, Mr. Guy. Or may I call you Sum?
*SUM GUY* (nervous): Y-Y--You can call me S-S-Sum. Sure!
*MONIQUA*: Thank you, Sum. Ciao!
(Moniqua leaves the dressing room with her dog. Sum Guy adjusts his collar and smiles cheesily.)
*SUM GUY*: Bye.
(Sum Guy gives Moniqua a cheesey wave as the scene fades to black.)
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Post by Moxie loves Natalie on Mar 7, 2006 23:24:36 GMT -5
<We return to the EWT Arena, with shots of the crowd>
<"She's got Legs" hits the Arena, and Stacy Keibler makes her way down to the ring to a pop from the fans>
Chimel: Making her way to the ring, representing the WWE... Stacy.. Keibler!
<She climbs into the ring, wearing her wrestling shirt and skimpy shorts, and goes to her corner, climbing up and raising her hands, to cat calls and cheers>
<"House of the Rising Sun" hits, and as the crowd awaits the entry, Penguin makes his way from underneath the toomi-tron, and he leads the way for Jackie Geisha>
<The crowd pops, as she makes her way down to the ring, slowly, with a solid stone-glare all the way down. Penguin climbs to the rope, and sits on it, as Geisha makes her way up the stairs, and climbs into the ring>
<She stands at her corner facing outward and spreads ceremonial sand in front of her. She bows to Stacy, and then takes of her kimono, revealing her black and white wrestling tights, along with her svelte frame>
<She then hands her Kimono to Penguin, (who has exited before) and stands, the 5'3 woman, is dwarfed by the much taller Stacy>
<The ref calls for the bell, and they meet in the ring. Stacy offers a hand, but Geisha just bows. Stacy bows back, and they start circling>
<They meet in the center, Collar and Elbow tie up. Geisha rotates around the back of Stacy with a waistlock. Stacy reverses, and Geisha grabs the head of Stacy, drops to her knees and hits a jawbreaker. Stacy falls back, as Geisha gets up. Stacy grasps at her Jaw, and circles Geisha as they meet in the middle of the ring>
<The lock up again, this time Geisha lands a headlock takedown, wrenching Stacy's head while laying on the mat. Stacy's long legs wrap around the head of Geisha, and she locks in a necklock>
<Geisha kicks out of it, kips up, and hits a quick dropkick to the head of Stacy. Geisha pulls her up, and wrenches her arm. She then flips her onto her back using the arm, and locks in an armlock. She rolls the arm into a laying wristlock, then uses her leg to lock it in place, freeing her hands to lock in a chinlock>
<Stacy's in the middle of the ring, but Geisha releases the hold. Stacy's in pain, and Geisha stomps the shoulder and arm of Stacy. She pulls her up and kicks her in the gut, then locks in a Fujiwara Armbar, dropping Stacy to the ground>
<After a few moments, she lets go and nods. She pulls Stacy up, and throws her into the ropes. Stacy bounces off, and Geisha kicks her in the gut, wraps their wrists, lifts her over and hits a wrist-clutch suplex>
<Stacy's out, and Geisha grabs both of Stacy's arms. She locks her hands underneath Stacy's and flips over, locking in "Greetings from Kyoto">
<Stacy's already out from the Wrist Clutch, and the ref calls for the bell>
Chimel: Your winner, "Miss" Jackie Geisha!
<Geisha releases the move, and stands up. She raises her hands to an ovation as we fade out>
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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 8, 2006 0:44:50 GMT -5
Berzerker is in the ring, getting ZERO heat/cheers.
"Sexy Boy"'s intro hits as it turns into "Symphony Of Destruction (Remix)" hits as "The Heartbreaker" Chad Michaels makes his way out to the ring to a BIGGUM pop.
Tony Chimel: And his opponent, from Chicago, Illinoi-
Michaels takes the mike away from him.
Chad: Dude, I reside in Miami now. No offfense to Chicago, of course.
Chimel: Uh......okay. Now residing in Miami, Floridda, weighing in at 241 lbs., "The Heartbreaker" Chad Michaels!
Michaels looks at Berzerker, mouthing, "Is Toomi serious?" Berzerker shouts at him to start the match. Michaels points up before hitting the Sweet Chin Music!!! Berzerker is down as Michaels climbs the turnbuckle and hits a flying legdrop on the head! Berzerker is nearly knocked out but Michaels picks him up and starts climbing the turnbuckle once againg. Michaels looks at the crowd before jumping off with the Coca-Cola Cliff Drop!!! Berzerker is out cold as Michaels merely kneels over him in a pin.
Ah skip it. Michaels wins.
Chimel: "Here is your winner, "The Heartbreaker" Chad Michaels!
Michaels merely looks at Berzerker and poses before leaving the ring. Berzerker is still out and the ref is checking on him as we fade to a commercial for EWT-advertised Bolt Bacana T-Shirts
"Make sure all your friends know that you will hit them with a 'Bolt From The Blue!'"
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Post by pta on Mar 8, 2006 3:39:47 GMT -5
Principal Pain is standing by... without any of his fellow P.T.A. Members. He smiles disturbingly calm about things... as ace interviewer Hoss Matthews runs up to him.
Hoss: Mr. Pain!!! You're looking... surprisingly unaffected. I mean... you now have some competition... in the form of Generation Tech. Tell me... do you think they pose a real threat?
Pain looks up slowly, his eyes focusing on Hoss.
Pain: Hmmm... tell me something Hoss? Why exactly do you beleive that a ragtag group of nobodies can stand against the power of a group like the P.T.A? It's almost... strange that you even call them a threat. That's like saying... a blizzard is the end of the world... your overestimating it's power. When in reality, the blizzard is a simple nuisance at best.
Hoss nods like he understands.
Hoss: Ummm... I guess so? But Generation Tech consists of the talented Newcomer Spyke Johanson...
Pain: Hmmm... if you'll recall, there was a newcomer known as Chance Confidence. I borught him into the EWt... and I could have easily broken him anytime I wished. Spyke... is like Chance. Not even close to a threat. How else would you explain his having to rely on stealth and sneaky tactics?
Hoss nods again.
Hoss: Erm... what about Spaz? The Two Time Ox Division Champion?
Pain chuckles a bit.
Pain: Spaz... that sound smore like the game of a drug addict... then a wrestler. Besides, anyone can win the Ox Title... Eddie Omega did it when he first arrived!
Hoss looks at Pain and nods again.
Hoss: Okay... but surely you're threatened by Limey!
Pain: Alright... I will admit, the young man has proved impressive. He's been here a tad longer then I have... he's a former EWT Tag Team Champion... oh wait, didn't he win that belt only because of HBH? Silly me... but there is also his EWT Title reign and... oh, my mistake again... he only won that belt after some more interference.
Pain looks at Hoss
Pain: Limey is the true definition of TRANSITIONAL Champion. Sure... he's held the title for... a few months, but anyone can hold the title for a few months. Limey is... a JOKE!!! And not even a humorous one at that. Rest assured Hoss... my latest prospect can and WILL destroy Limey... and this week... Canceler and Myself will prove just how... weak... the EWT Champion really is. And he will... learn a lesson, he will never EVER Forget.
Pain walks off as Hoss watches him do so... as we fade to commercial.
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