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Post by #Classic Hi-Definition X on May 4, 2006 20:22:34 GMT -5
*We join HBH and Cherry backstage*
HBH: So let me get this straight: there's going to be a TLC Battle Royal for the EWT Championship with me, Spaz, and 23 other guys, 3 of whom are mystery participants?
Cherry: Sounds like what he said to me.
HBH: My goodness, what the hell is this guy smoking?
*Then Hoss Matthews enters the picture*
Hoss: Bret Michaels, we just heard Toom E's announcement for the EWT Championship. Are you nervous heading into this match?
HBH: Nervous? Me? Hoss, you're looking at the greatest Tri-State Champion in the history of EWT. I've competed in Scaffold Matches, Chariots of Fire Matches, the Chamber of Horrors. You name it, I've done it. This TLC Battle Royal is a cakewalk compared to those.
Hoss: But Bret, you have 24 other men to go through before winning the match and the title.
HBH: That doesn't matter to me. At The Maim Event, I'll show everyone why I am The Showstoppa, The Icon, The Main Event. It doesn't matter if you're Spaz, HitmanMark, or that parasite Mike Ragnal. You're looking at the next EWT Champion. And if anyone has a problem with that, then I'll just have to lay some Sweet Chin Muzak on them. And I believe this interview is over.
*HBH and Cherry walk off as we cut to the next segment*
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Queen Rosa
Mike the Goon
All hail the queen!
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Post by Queen Rosa on May 4, 2006 20:34:50 GMT -5
*Rosa is backstage with Mean Gene*
MG: I'm Mean Gene Okerlund, and I'm here with the lovely Rosa. Rosa, after defeated Sensational Cherry, you've advanced to the quarterfinals of the Queen of the Ring tournament where you'll be facing Holly Vaughn. Any thoughts on that?
Rosa: Mean Gene, I've been studying Holly over the past few days, and I noticed that she likes to play it rough. And as some of the ladies of the GND Division will tell you, I can get rough with the best of them. To be the first-ever Queen of the Ring would be quite an honor. I still have to go through 3 other women, but I'm up for the challenge. And Holly, you're the next victim on my list. Get ready, because my time is coming.
*Rosa walks off camera as we cut to a commercial*
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Post by Marcus "Stylez" Saxton on May 4, 2006 20:53:30 GMT -5
Johnny Nitro is already int he ring with the crappy Nitro music in the back. Lil-E-N Gar-see-ugh: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Already in the ring, from Hollywood, California, Johnny Nitro! "Modest" by Jeff Hardy hits as Psikotik makes his way out to a decent pop. Lil-E-N: And his opponent, from East L.A., California, weighing in at 198 lbs., The Psychadelic Wonder, Psikotik! Psikotik slides into the ring and jumos on the turnbuckle before tossing his shirt into the crowd to reveal a blue and green tye-dye shirt. Psikotik jumps off the tunbuckle and stares at Nitro before the bell starts. -----MATCH STARTS----- Psikotik suprises Nitro with some Ricky Steamboat armdrags to start. Nitro gets up and gets hit with a dropsault as Psikotik lands on his feet. Nitro gets up and charges at Psikotik, but Psikotik merely sidesteps and Nitro falls on the ropes. Psikotik looks at the crowd before running to the ropes and jumping off Nitro's abck before sailing over the top rope nad connecting with a leg drop. Nitro bounces off the ropes and stumbles around the ring while Psikotik jumps off the top rope and soars at Nitro and hits a SSP to DDT. Nitro is down as Psikotik goes for the pin... 1... 2... 3....Nitro kicks out. Psikotik gets up and hts the Infrared before going for the pin again... 1... 2...Kick out. Psikotik then picks Nitro up, but Nitro punches Psikotik in the gut twice before hitting a suplex. Nitro then bounces off the ropes and runs at Psikotik before hitting a Knee drop. Nitro delivers a running elbow drop before hitting a Seated senton. Nitro gets cocky, as Psikotik gets up and turns Nitro around before hitting the Mexican Nightmare!! Nitro is down as Psikotik takes a breather. Nitro starts to get up as Psikotik goes for a Shining Wizard. Nitro catches Psikotik and delivers a thunderous powerbomb and goes for a pin... 1.... 2..... 3....Psikotik rolls Nitro up in a hurricanrana pin.. 1... 2...Nitro escapes. Both men are up. Psikotik lands a punch on Nitro, and Nitro lands one back. Psiktoik hits another on Nitro while Nitro hits another on Psikotik. Nitro then gets the upper hand and hits a series of punches on Psikotik. After a whip to the ropes, he hits a back body drop, followed by to clotheslines. Psikotik gets up and gets hit with a standing dropkick as Nitro goes for the pin.. 1.... 2... 3...Psikotik kicks out. Nitro picks Psikotik up and is surprised with a Pele Kick. Psikotik quickly springs up and capitalizes with a reverse DDT. He climbs the ropes and hits an elbow drop. He goes for the cover. 1.... 2... 3....Nitro kicks out. Psikotik starts setting up for the Psiktoik Episode. He goes for it, but Nitro grabs his arm and spins it away. He then hits an armdrag and goes for another powerbomb. The crowd roars at this. Psikotik gets caught in the powerbomb position, but somehow wriggles out and hits the Chameleon!!! Nitro is down as Psikotik climbs the ropes before tossing his undershirt into the crowd and hits the Swanton Bomb!!! Nitro is down as Psikotik locks in the Spineline as Nitro starts tapping out!! Lil-E-N: Here is your winner, "The Psychadelic Wonder" Psikotik! Psikotik lets go of the Spineline as Melina comes down to check on Nitro. Psikotik then walks over and talks to Melina for a bit before Melina leaves Nitro and walks away with Psikotik while Nitro still lays on the ground as we go to a commercial for www.iCaramba.com. WHERE LATINOS REPRESENT!!!!!
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Post by Toom E. Guci on May 4, 2006 22:49:18 GMT -5
*Toom E dangerously is sitting in his office when there's a knock at the door.*
Please, please...come in. I am so glad to see you back. And you look great from the injuries healing up. Look, I am glad you agreed to do this.
Voice: Are you sure this is fine? It's not going to hurt me again, is it? Because, I don't like to get hurt.
TED: Trust me. This won't hurt you & you may even get to become champion again. Do you remember being champion son?
Voice: Yes. yes I do remember being champion. That was so much fun. But, you're not going to be mean to me again, are you? That ape guy won't hurt me like he did in Flagstaff when I tried to play fooseball?
TED: No, no, no. In fact, the superstars will be glad to have you back in the TLC Battle Royal. And after you come back & win the championship...you will make a damn good champion once again You Gene.
Voice: But you didn't like me as champion. You said I was a *bleep*.
TED: That was the old me. This is the new me. So, are you definetly in?
Voice: You betcha biscuits & gravy I am in. YEA!!!! I'M BACK!!!!
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Post by HMARK Center on May 4, 2006 23:57:45 GMT -5
<HitmanMark is in the back, reacting to the recent announcements>
A TLC Rumble?!
<smacks fist against a nearby wall, grimacing; he takes a breath, steadying himself. Moxie is in the background, arms folded, watching, emotionless; in an odd change, it is HMark who is enraged, while Moxie hangs back, cool and collected>
First, Limey wins the belt in a glorified, multi-man Cell match. Spaz wins it in a multi-man Elimination Chamber.
I vow, and swear on all I hold dear, when the day comes that I...<looks to Moxie> or you, old friend, reclaim the EWT World Title, it won't be because of a damn gimmick. It won't be beacuse we could hang back and let a bunch of other guys do our fighting for us.
We are the finest in this company...
Moxie: <in the background> and we'll prove it. <slaps hand on HMark's shoulder> Just not this time. But the prize remains the same. And the Tag Titles are right there for the taking. Take a step back. Eyes on the prize.
HMark: <rubs fist> Eyes on the prize...
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Post by HMARK Center on May 5, 2006 0:02:48 GMT -5
<the cameras bring backstage, where Joey Styles stands with a microphone>
JS: Folks, you just saw how, um, unenthused HitmanMark was with the TLC Rumble announcement.
But perhaps he has a decent reason to feel that way. Check out this EWT Classic Flashback!
<The footage rolls of a multi-man battle royale, with the EWT World Title on the line. The footage jumps around, taking us from a crowded, full ring, but jumping forward as the ring thins out. When the numbers dwindle to five, HMark, then EWT World Champion, is eliminated, losing the title in the process. The ending comes as none other than You Gene wins>
JS: Not surprisingly, HMark doesn't have a very good taste in his mouth when it comes to battle royales with titles on the line, not to mention ones featuring You Gene!
But, then again, HMark did win the first ever Royal Pain-in-the-Ass Rumble, so we'll just have to wait for Maim Event to see what develops. Don't you go anywhere, damnit!
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Post by craigkendo on May 5, 2006 6:45:15 GMT -5
*"Ich Will" hits as the crowd give off a modest pop. The Connection make their way out, ready for their match against the collossal Connection. Chang rushes to the ring, and slides in as Kendo follows slowly.*
Chimel: The following contest is scheduled for ONE-FALL! Introducing first, from Newark, New Jersey and Seoul, Korea, respectively...at a combined weight of 589 pounds...Craig Kendo, Tony "The Viper" Chang...THE CONNECTION!!!
*Kendo enters the ring as Chang appeals on the second rope. The Connection then get ready for their opponents.*
*The Collossal Connection then make their way out, accompanied by Bobby Heenan. They are met with a series of boos as they make their way to the ring.*
Chimel: Aaaaaaand their opponents, accompanied to the ring by Bobby Heenan...from Grenoble, France, and the Isle of Tonga respectively, at a total combined weight of 820 pounds...Andre the Giant and Haku...THE COLLOSAL CONNECTION!!!
*The CC enter the ring, and stare down the Connection, Andre looking down on Kendo, Haku looking fiercely at Tony Chang. Kendo encourages Chang, before the both of them decide that Chang is the legal man. Kendo leaves the ring, and Chang stares down Haku, who trash talks to Chang...before leaving the ring, leaving Andre the legal man! Chang looks at Andre, and is stunned as Andre approaches him...but then approaches Andre, not intimidated, and raises his hand high for a test of strength!! Andre looks at Chang like he's some kind of idiot, and then accepts, by extending his arm...Chang hits a quick kick to Andre's side! Andre is stunned by this, just enough for Chang to hit a dropkick to the knee! Andre drops to one knee as Chang quickly nips-up, and leaps over Andre with a Sunset flip...Andre struggles, and fights against the flip...suddenly dropping onto Chang with a seat drop...Chang moves out of the way, and takes down the seated Andre with a falling elbow to the back! Chang gets to his feet and yells "YEAH!!!"...before getting taken down from the apron by Haku with a clothesline.*
*Haku extends his hand to Andre, who tags Haku in. Haku stomps at Chang, before picking him up, and performing an Irish Whip. Chang is sent to the corner. Haku charges at Chang...but Chang evades Haku by hopping to the top turnbuckle, and then hitting a mushroom stomp to Haku!! Haku is stunned as Chang rolls out, and tags in Craig Kendo...Andre was distracting the ref!! Kendo gets in...and the ref immediately tries to push him back to his corner, explaining that he never saw the tag! Haku uses this opportunity to drag Chang back to his corner, and have Andre choke Chang by the corner as Haku stomps at him. The ref never sees this, despite Kendo's protests. Haku eventually stops, and he tags in Andre, who grabs Chang by the throat, and lifts him up. Andre then hits a headbutt to Chang, sending Chang to the mat. Andre then goes to Chang, and lifts him up by the arms, hoping for the Butterfly Suplex! Andre lifts Chang...Chang goes over...but bridges! Andre shoves down onto Chang, but Chang keeps the bridge! Andre then grabs Chang by the throat, and hits a chop to Chang's chest...Chang buckles, but still keeps the bridge!!! Andre then tires of this, and releases his grip...Chang drops to the mat, and hits the leg of Andre with a sweep!! Andre drops to one knee as Chang gets up, slaps the mat, and then lifts his leg high to hit the VIPERBITE!!!! Haku runs in...but Kendo enters, and takes Haku down with a running calf kick!! Chang goes for the cover!!*
1, 2, 3!!
Winners: The Connection!
*The Collosal Connection roll out of the ring as Heenan berates them. Kendo lifts Chang up, and raises his hand. Kendo then calls for the mic as the crowd give Chang a decent pop.*
Kendo: Chang...as representative of The Connection in the "lucky 21"...you bear a heavy load on your shoulders...more so, when you consider the addition of three surprise participants...and the Australian champion. But know this...I am proud of you, Chang...and as long as you can eliminate the Elite members in this brutal affair...as long as you can show to these viewers...what happens when you involve yourself in the affairs of the Connection...as long as there is blood...sweat...and tears...eminating from the Elite amongst broken tables, and dented chairs...
*The bloodthirsty crowd pop for this as Kendo continues*
Kendo: ...then regardless of whether or not you capture the championship...you will become less a disciple...and more a true warrior.
*Chang takes the mic.*
Chang: Master Kendo...I won't let you...or the viewers...down. But I must disagree...although the championship won't matter to you...it'll matter to me. Because now I see the gold...when I enter the match and it's so close enough to touch...nothing would stand in my way. But...business before pleasure. The Elite will suffer at Maim Event. Because having gotten this far...I have gotten...to the greatest honour in EWT...
*"Feuer Frei" hits, and interrupts Chang as Holly Vaughn makes her way out, accompanied by Mortimer. Holly has a microphone, and speaks into it.*
Holly: "Greatest honour", mister Chang? You are ignoring the noble truth...I will hold the greatest honour...when I am crowned Queen of the Ring. The one known as Rosa...is a non-entity. She, like myself, broke free from TYRANNY...but she is still oppressed...by the delusion...that she is better than I!!!! I shall enlighten her to the truth...and I shall become Queen of the Ring...you shall see....yes...you shall see.
*Kendo takes the microphone.*
Kendo: Miss Vaughn...you are not part of us anymore, and we would appreciate it...if you stayed away from us and our goals.
Holly: (quickly interrupting) I do not wish to stand between you and your delusions, Kendo....I just wish to remain...a friendly reminder...that I was always the driving force behind the Connection...and I shall prove this...by becoming Queen of the Ring. And you shall be wise to remember this.
*Chang takes the mic.*
Chang: Well, here's a reminder for you, miss Vaughn...you...are a *****!!!!
*The crowd cheer and chant "SHE'S A HO!" at Holly. Holly tries to speak, but the crowd are too loud.*
Holly: I HAVE NO FURTHER BUSINESS HERE.
*Holly leaves the arena, dragging Mortimer as The Connection stand in the ring.*
*Fade to Maim Event Commercial.*
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Post by pta on May 5, 2006 7:34:43 GMT -5
Principal Pain is shown on the Toomitron, arms folded, with a rather smug look on his face as usual.
Pain: Hello my pupils. Well, it seems that these next few weeks will be most... interesting. Mr. Toomi has once again decided to make things aggravating for me again. Like HitManMark, I too... have a horrible experience in battle royals. Roll the footage.
The screen shows Principal Pain entering the PITA Rumble, only to get eliminated swiftly in under seven seconds by Flex Magnificent.
Cuts back to him, looking absolutely pissed from just watching that clip.
Pain: I give no fault to Mr. Magnificent. After all... he's gone now. And unless he is on of the supposed mystery opponents, I don't think I'll have to concern myself with his presence. But... there are a few people in this match that I do have a score to settle with.
Pain smiles and straightens his currently worn reading glasses.
Pain: Chance Confidence... Mr. Confidence, it's amazing. I brought you into the EWT, where you could showcase your endless talent and there's no doubt you haven't lost your touch. But please... from going to facing Maelstrom and BEATING him for the Tri-State Championship... to fueding with a man who thinks he's some kind of mythical beast. How far you have fallen...
Pain chuckles a bit to himself.
Next we have... Mike Ragnal. Also a former member of that former hated Tag Team... The Ragnals. And now, he seems intent on proving how great he is... INCLUDING accusing myself of a lack of wrestling knowledge. Micheal... I am the PROFESSOR of wrestling. I know everything and anything necessary to defeat my enemies. At the TLC Battle Royal, rest assured... you will be disciplined!
Pain clears his throat and looks back at the screen.
Pain: Mike Hodgeson, one of the Nyrds. I still loathe those Nyrds. I still can't stand the fact they'd rather play VIDEO GAMES... than use their intelligence for something constructive. But no matter really, I will deal with Mr. Hodgeson swiftly and easily.
Pain thinks gfor a bit.
Pain: And finally... we come to Generation Tech... or as like to call them, Generation Pathetech. Limey... Gasoline, and the current champion Spaz. Luckily I won and kept that dancing moron of their's out of this little match. Gasoline... Limey... Spaz... I'm not even going to waste WORDS on what I think of you. Besides, I'm sure you already know.
Pain smiles again.
Pain: But that's not all that's going on amongst the P.T.A. this week. It seems Canceler and Myself... and yes, I have forgiven him for last week, we get another opportunity to capture the tag team championships. And all we have to do is... * Pain Chuckles * Win a #1 Contendorship Match.
He smiles.
Pain: And who do we have to deal with? First of all... the Nyrds. I beat you both once in a contendership match as I recall... I can certainly do it twice.
Visible boos can be heard in the background.
Pain: Generation Tech... Gasoline and Limey. Both former Tag Team Champions... I'll give them that much. Though it's highly doubtful these two will have the chemistry and dominance to tangle with the most ruthless and brutal tag team on the roster.
Pain thinks for a bit.
Pain: Finally we come to... the Prophecy Reborn. Now I'll admit, I've never wrestled either HitManMark or Moxie... and I'll admit, I've seen what they can do the ring... and once again I concede to the fact that you are legends. Well let me tell you something about... legends. Legends are people who think they are still the greatest... when in reality they are WASHED UP HAS BEENS! Now Mr. Mark... I know both you and your friend are both still able to go in the ring workrate wise, but honestly... you two need to realize something. You jumped the proverbial shark YEARS AGO. But you still hang around, hoping to regain what you lost. Rest assured gentlemen... the P.T.A. will show you the essence of true tag team wrestling... and once you feel the Expulsion... I seriously doubt either of you will be getting up.
Pain steps back... as the camera pans back, showing Canceler.
Pain: And finally... this is a rather long segment isn't it? Mr. Johanson and... Mr Insaneo... I refuse to call someone of your sanity a doctor. The P.T.A. is still hungry to acquire gold. Honestly I don't approve of the whole... hitting people over the head with light tubes... or kendo sticks or even... Crutches. Once again... you both will fall to the superior power of the Canceler... a man who can BREAK steel chairs with his bare hands. You two are only kidding yoruself if you hope to overcome my large friend here.
Canceler looks solemn and angry as usual... immediately punchign a big gaping hole through the nearby wall.
Pain: And rest assured my pupils... at the end of this month... the P.T.A. will be dominant... and we will have THREE titles. And there's absolutely... positively... nothing any of you can do about it.
The camera pans back as it shows Virus, Omega, Pain and Canceler now, all standing side by side.
Pain: Because we are the P.T.A.... and we wrote the BOOK of wrestling.
The screen slowly fades out as all four men stand there, looking menacing.
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Post by Toom E. Guci on May 5, 2006 22:20:14 GMT -5
*Toom E Dangerously sits on the phone.*
Yes, yes...everything is in order. There will be a limo to pick you up at the airport this Tuesday & we look forward to your return. I know, it has been a long time since we seen you in the EWT ring. Stoned Age, huh? You did look good. Keeping in top shape? Good, good. I am sure the fans will mark out for your return. It's always great to have Hall of Famers return for a few matches...especially one the magnitude of the TLC Battle Royal. What's that? Oh, well...25 men enter the ring. And the last 2 particpants left in the ring battle it out TLC style. Yes, the TLC weapons can be used during the entire battle. What? You know, that's a better name. I'm glad you thought of it. TLC Rumble does sound much cooler. Well, it was great talking to you & I look forward to seeing you again this Tuesday 8Syxx. Take care.
*Toom E hangs up the phone as we cut to commercial.*
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Queen Rosa
Mike the Goon
All hail the queen!
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Post by Queen Rosa on May 5, 2006 23:45:24 GMT -5
*Cut from commercial to ringside. "Feuer Frei" hits*
Ring Announcer: The following contest is a Queen of the Ring Quarterfinal match. Introducing first, being accompanied by Mortimer, from Winnipeg, Manitoba, Canada, the "Lady Spectacular", HOLLY VAUGHN!
*Holly walks out with Mortimer following behind sheepishly. Holly orders Mortimer to keep up with her. The crowd boo mercilessly, but Holly doesn't pay attention to them. She gets in the ring and stares at the ring announcer. Then "It's My Time" plays*
RA: And her opponent, from Miami, Florida, ROSA!
*Rosa walks out to a huge pop. She shakes hands with fans on her way down the ramp. She slides into the ring, gets on the turnbuckle, and raises her arms. Holly just stares at her*
The bell rings to start the match. The two women circle the ring. Mortimer distracts Rosa. Holly runs at her, but Rosa turns around in time. Holly backs off. They circle the ring a little more before locking up. Holly breaks it with a kick to the stomach. She then attacks with some punches. She whips Rosa to the ropes. Rosa ducks an attempted clothesline and hits Holly with a flying cross body. Holly runs at her, so Rosa takes her down with an armdrag. She takes Holly down again with an STK. Rosa then runs at her with a crucifix pin.
1... 2...
Holly kicks out. Rosa takes her to the corner and bangs her head on the turnbuckle. She climbs the ropes for 10 punches. The crowd counts along.
1! 2! 3! 4! 5! 6! 7! 8! 9! 10!
Rosa keeps the momentum going with a delayed vertical suplex. She gets the crowd riled up. Meanwhile Holly rolls out of the ring. Mortimer runs over to help her up. Rosa climbs the turnbuckle. She jumps off and hits Mortimer, as he had pushed Holly out of the way. Rosa gets up and realizes that she took down the wrong person. This allows Holly to perform a running kick to the back of her head. Holly takes control by ramming Rosa into the steel steps. Next she rams her into the security rail and pounds her endlessly. She rolls Rosa back into the ring for a cover.
1... 2...
Rosa kicks out. Holly picks her up and hits a brainbuster. She grabs Rosa's arm and performs a spinning arm hold. Holly picks her up and does a stomach buster. Next she rams Rosa into the ringpost shoulder first. She stomps a mudhole in her and the places her on the turnbuckle hanging upside down. Holly runs at Rosa with a baseball slide to the head. She goes for a pin.
1... 2...
Rosa gets a shoulder up. Holly applies a camel clutch. By this point Rosa has been busted open. A "ROSA" chant breaks out. Holly breaks the hold after a few moments and goes for a reverse leg lock. Rosa struggles with all her might to reach the ropes. She eventually does, but Holly refuses to break the hold, so the ref starts counting to 5. Holly lets go after 4 1/2. She picks Rosa up for an inverted piledriver, but Rosa wiggles her way out and turns it into a reverse DDT. The crowd cheers loudly. The ref starts counting to 10.
1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9
Both women are now up. They exchange punches and chops, but Rosa quickly gets the upper hand. She attempts a whip, but Holly reverses it. Rosa takes down Holly with a spear and mounts some punches on her. She picks up Holly and performs a snap suplex. She climbs to the second rope and jumps off for a leg drop. She goes for a pin.
1... 2...
Mortimer gets on the apron to break the count. Rosa lunges at him, but he gets off the apron before she can get to him. Rosa turns around and walks into a roundhouse kick. Holly covers her.
1... 2...
Rosa kicks out. Holly picks her up and places her on the turnbuckle. She attempts a hurricanrana, but Rosa pushes her off. Rosa leaps off with a flying hurricanrana. Next she rams Holly into the turnbuckle and pummels her continuously. Then Rosa runs at her with a dropkick to the head. The crowd is now fired up. Rosa picks Holly up for the Northern Lights Driver. Mortimer gets up on the apron again. This time, Rosa grabs him and gives him a hard right, knocking him off. She turns around to pick up Holly, who takes her down with a drop toe hold. Holly capitalizes with an Asai moonsault. She goes for a cover.
1... 2...
Rosa kicks out! Now frustrated, Holly takes Rosa to the corner again and attacks with a combo of punches and kicks. She attempts a whip to the opposite corner, but Rosa reverses it. Rosa runs at her with a handspring elbow attack followed by a Capoeira Kick. Again Mortimer gets on the apron. Rosa grabs him by the throat. Holly gets up and runs at her, but Rosa moves out of the way, so Holly winds up hitting Mortimer instead. Holly turns around and walks into a Northern Lights Driver. Rosa pins her.
1... 2...
3! *Bell rings*
RA: Here is your winner, ROSA!
*Rosa's arm is raised in victory as the fans cheer. Her face covered with blood, she exits the ring and heads backstage. Meanwhile Holly scolds Mortimer. She puts a collar around his neck, attaches a leash to it, and orders him on all fours. Mortimer obeys, and Holly walks him backstage*
*Cut to a commercial*
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Post by Ultimo Chocula on May 6, 2006 11:35:48 GMT -5
(We come back from commercial to see that the Big Boot Battle Royale has just begun. The four contestants (Snitsky, Tomko, Test, and Hoyt) run around the ring and lift their legs on each other but don't really hit any body because they keep missing. Tomko falls on his ass every third attempt. Suddenly the screen turns to snow and static blares over the air waves. The picture comes back as the theme from "The Critic" plays and two silhoutted figures sit in chairs in a darkened theater. The lights come up and it's none other than your tag team champions Billy and Ultimo. They talk to each other as the music fades then turn and address the camera.)
Billy: "Oh, hello. Welcome everyone to the newest feature here on EWT TV. I'm your host Billy Ubermark, current EWT tag team champion and the greatest Tri State champion in EWT history. With me is my co host Ultimo Chocula, also EWT tag team champion along with being the first ever officail Toolshed champion."
UC: " 'Sup fools!"
Billy: " 'Sup fools indeed. As the newest, and surely the greatest, tag team champions ever, the idea of any other team in the EWT even challenging for our titles is highly laughable."
UC: "No doubt. They might as well be pissing up a tree."
Billy: "Yes, that is the appropriate metaphor. Ultimo, Moniqua and myself were discussing this over brunch at a very upscale resteraunt in Manhatten. I won't bother telling you about the name. You would have never heard of it anyway, much less afford to go there."
UC: "They charge ten bucks for a glass of water! Most of you people get your food from a talking clown head!"
Billy: (starts laughing) "Ha! You people are so poor! (composes himself) Excuse me. Now while we are very aware that the competition around here is sorely lacking, we starting thinking that perhaps you slobs at home might be a bit misinformed on the matter. We've read your sad little blogs about how this team or that team will be the ones to beat us. Do you really think they have a chance? We don't. That is why Moniqua, Ultimo, and myself decided to start our very own show. Each week we will pick a tag team, weigh their strengths and weaknesses, then grade each one. So welcome to the first edition of...................."
UC: "The Handsome Boy Modeling School Scouting Report! Or as we like to call it, Second Place Is The First Loser!"
Billy: "Well put. The first team will be grading are those two young up and comers, the Suicidal Idolz. Ultimo, what can you tell me about their background?"
UC: "I'm glad you asked Billy."
(UC turns and faces a screen where a slide machine is showing a picture of a typical neighborhood block.)
UC: "From the backyards of middle class housing developments come Twizzler and American Taint, the Soup or Salad Eye Balls. Although one was born in America and the other in Puerto Rico, they grew up in essentially the same stale, generic environment. Let's face it, folks. You seen one suburb, ya seen 'em all!"
(*click* the next slide shows two gawky teenagers trying to look tough in baggy tank tops and side ways hats)
UC: "By the time the puberty fairy arrived our two pimply nose pickers had grown bored and frustrated with the safety of their surroundings. Over time they had begun to saturate themselves in things that they consider "hardcore", a slang term most 14 year old kids use when they want to sound tough although their voice is cracking. After school they would lock themselves in their bedrooms to watch backyard wrestling tapes, play Grand Theft Auto, and listen to *BEEP!*ty rapping clown bands."
(*click* the next slide shows a kid on a trampoline with a cookie sheet bashing the other in the head.)
UC: "With the brainwashing in full effect, these boys began to act and behave as if they were the bad mutha*BEEP!*ahs of Anytown, USA! They hung out in front of strip malls and intimidated old ladies, because that's what tough guys do. They bought knock off FUBU from Walmart to show that they were "ghetto", although neither has ever seen one in their entire lives, much less step foot outside their gated communities. But most importantly, they began flipping around the house to imitate the heroes they saw on the backyard tapes. They staged wrestling shows on lawns, in basements, or the roofs of their houses. After their first PPV entitled "The More You Flip The More It Hurts" before a sell out crowd of about eight people that consisted of their dorky friends, Twizzler's little sister, and that weird guy from Pizza Hut, our misinformed day dreamers got the delusional idea that they could compete in the EWT."
(*click* the next slide shows The Suicidal Idolz as they are now.)
UC: "One trip to Spencer's Gifts to pick up a couple strobe lights for their entrance later and our boys were ready for the big time! Talent? Charisma? Experience inside an actual factual wrestling ring? Who needs 'em?! Not these two! You don't need that crap when your twerpy friend refers to your skills as "sick" or "tight", which is in fact what they put on their resume in case you were wondering. So off they go, misspelled name to reflect their "tude" and shiny pants in tact, to wreck havoc on the EWT! And no one has given a flying *BEEP!* since!"
(UC looks at the slide of the Suicidal Idolz and shakes his head. He then turns in his chair and faces the camera.)
UC: "And that is the pathetic tale of how the Soup or Salad Eye Balls got here in the first place. With that dreary story out of the way, let's take you now to Billy, who will give us a detailed annalysis of thier in ring skill. Take it away, cheif!"
Billy: "Why, thank you, Ultimo. As is well known, these Soup and Salad Eye Balls like to pride themselves on their unique and extreme style of wrestling. Now when I say their style is "unique," I mean that nobody else can possibly wrestle this badly, and nobody else would probably want to. And when I say their style is "extreme," I mean that its extremely crappy. Also, when I say that this is a style of "wrestling," I mean that in the loosest sense of the word "wrestling." I can't really think of a good way to describe them in words, so I'll put it like this: Picture the Bushwackers on a caffeine high. Now break their legs and force them to wrestle in full lower-body casts. That's how these guys look in the ring.
To help better illustrate this point, I have obtained some footage of these two kids in action. Roll that beautiful bean footage, would you, Ultimo?"
(The scene cuts to Ultimo Chocula who is holding a remote controll. He pushes one of the buttons and we go to a scene taken from "America's Funniest Animals" on the Animal Planet channel. The clip is of a monkey in a cage at the zoo, who is jumping up and down on a fake tree branch.)
Billy: "Here we see a perfect example of this "unique and extreme" style that these two youngsters embrace. As you can see, American Stain, here, has climbed to the top rope and is preparing to perform a high-risk manuver. Should he conect with this move, it will most likely leave his fans in awe of his abilities, and lead them to believe that he is one of the greatest athletes ever to step into the ring."
(Suddenly, the monkey slips off the branch, falls, and lands on its head on the cage floor. It hobbles around, obviously stunned from its ordeal.)
Billy: "Of course, if he misses the move, like we just saw him do, it will lead his fans to believe he's nothing more than a retard with a death wish. Thus far, most of the fans are leaning towards the "retard" idea. Now, we tried to find some in-ring footage of Twizzler, as well. However, this is the best we could get:"
(A video clip rolls featuring a closed door on a bathroom stall. Beneith it are a pair of shoes and some rolled-down pants. The footage stays there for a little bit.)
Billy: "Fortunately for us, this is far better than anything he's ever done in the ring. Watching this guy wrestle actually makes me long for the days of Mae Young, when she was defending the WWF Women's Championship at the age of 70!"
(The footage cuts to some footage of a pair of kittens wrestling playfully on a couch)
Billy: "Now this footage here is of one of the Suicidol Idolz training sessions. Here' they're sparring off against one another to try and hone their mat grappling skills! Because, as we all know, no tag-team is "legit" without having some mat wrestling skills. Of course, as we see here, sometimes even WITH mat wrestling skills, some tag-teams will simply never be considered legit."
(The next clip that comes up is of a couple of black labs wandering around someones back yard. As the clip rolls on, one of the labs gets up and mounts the other dog and starts doing his business.)
Billy: "And, of course, no tag-team would be complete without their victory celebration, which we see here. I believe American Saint is the one on the bottom, but its hard to tell. And with all this action, what do the fans think of the in-ring performance of the Suicidal Idolz? Well, lets take a look at this image of a fan watching one of their matches."
(The next image to appear is one of an old man in a nursing home sleeping in his wheelchair. It stays on the screen for about 10 seconds before we cut back to Billy.)
Billy: "Just what I thought. So, in summary, what do I think about the Suicidal Idolz wrestling? Frankly, I think it stinks. Their moves are unpolished. Their technique is flawed, to say the least. And listening to them talk.... well, if you think their wrestling is bad, you should hear them on the microphone. Doubt me? Well, then you can judge for yourselves. Here's some audio of Twizzler during a recent interview session when asked what he thought of being a professional wrestler:"
(A soundtrack of Porky Pig starts playing.)
PORKY PIG: "Gee-uh-gu-Gee-uh-Gu-Gee-G-G-Golly! That see-a-suh-see-uh-sure sounds like a lee-a-lu-lee-uh-lot of fun."
(Soundtrack ends.)
Billy: "See what I mean? All in all, this team is pretty much abysmal."
(The camera pulls back to include both Chocula and Billy in the picture.)
UC: "So, Billy... you say their wrestling style is bad. Their technique is bad. They can't even talk right, for Pete's sake. Did you find ANYTHING beneficial about the Suicidal Idolz?"
Billy: "Actually, I did. As it turns out, the Suicidal Idolz aren't without their merits. I discovered that watching their matches serves a dual purpose by acting as both a sleep aid and a laxative! So for anyone out there suffering from either insomnia or constipation, watching these guys in the ring is your answer."
UC: "OK! Well, now its time for us to give our final rankings on this tag-team. Billy, what grade did you give to the Soup and Salad Eye Balls?"
Billy: "Well, Ultimo, I'll be honest with you. I couldn't give them a grade."
UC (acting suprised): "Really? Why not?"
Billy: "You see, I was going to give them a letter grade, but I just couldn't find one that was appropriate for them. Its a shame that the alphabet only goes down to "Z." How about you, Ultimo? I understand you have a pretty interesting ranking system."
UC (smiling): "That I do, Billy! I call it the 'Ultimo Chocula Pop Culture Ranking Scale!'"
Billy: "I see! And what do you give these two brat on your scale?"
UC: "I give 'em three wacks with a Hot Wheels track!"
(UC produces said item from his jacket and bangs it three time across the picture of the Suicidal Idolz on the screen behind him.)
Billy: "Well, that's all the time we have for today's show. Join us next week when we'll take a look at another tag-team that'll always be playing second fiddle to us. Until then, this is Billy Ubermark...."
UC: "And Ultimo Chocula....."
Billy: "Saying good night, and go f*** yourselves."
(The studio darkens until Billy and Ultimo's shadows, but not their faces, are all that can be seen. As it does so, the credits start to roll.)
The Handsome Boy Modeling School Scouting Report
Hosts: Billy "The Virgin" Ubermark & Ultimo Chocula
Producers: Billy "The Virgin" Ubermark & Ultimo Chocula
Wardrobe for Billy Ubermark & Ultimo Chocula provided by some place so expensive that you'll never be able to buy anything there, so why bother telling you its name.
Footage provided by Ultimo Chocula's cousin, and the VCR in his den.
Promotional consideration provide by the following:
*CUT TO COMMERCIAL*
VOICE OVER ANNOUNCER: "Dr. Jankleberry's Ill Mannered Pineapple. The pineapple scientifically engineered to insult you while you eat it."
(Footage appears of a kid about to take a bite out of a slice of pineapple. Suddenly, as he's about cut into it with his fork....)
*PINEAPPLE*: "HEY! NIMROD! WHAT THE F*** ARE YOU DOING USING A FORK?! YOU CAN'T GET ANY OF MY GOOD PINEAPPLE JUICE WITH A F***ING FORK! WHAT THE HELL?! ARE YOU PARENTS FIRST COUSINS, OR SOMETHING?! CRIMMANY! I'M BEING EATEN BY A HALF-WIT, HERE!"
*KID* (suprised): "Sorry, I...."
*PINEAPPLE* (in a mocking tone): "SORRY, I... SORRY, I.... THE ONLY PERSON WHO SHOULD BE SORRY IS YOUR MOM! YOU'RE PROOF SHE SHOULD'VE NEVER WENT OFF THE PILL!"
(The kid looks hurt. He glances over at his dad.)
*KID*: "Dad?"
(The father looks down from his newspaper.)
*DAD*: "The pineapple's right, son. I told your mom to keep using her contraceptives.... but NOOOOOO! She had to do it her way because "natural family planning" was a better method. Hmmph. Stupid broad. Well, go get yourself a spoon."
(The kid looks back at the pineapple, which squirts him in the eyes with its own juice.)
*VOICE OVER ANNOUNCER*: "Dr. Jankleberry's Ill Mannered Pineapple. Ask for it by name, before it comes up with some names for you."
(The scene cuts back to the set where Billy and Chocula are no longer sitting in their spots.)
*VOICE OVER ANNOUNCER*: "This has been an H.B.M.S. production. Copywrite 2006."
(The scene finally fades completely to black.)
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Post by crauswell on May 6, 2006 14:14:15 GMT -5
And Now it's time for the EWT Rewind. Brought to you be Nasty's Horrible Candy. With a name this bad, it HAS to be good.
It shows Chance first provoking Crauswell a few months ago after Freek Show. It goes through the excessive cycle of them trying to one up each other.
As we return for commercial, Big's Show's theme starts up, the crowd giving him a decent pop. He trudges down to the ring.
Announcer: The following tag team contest is scheduled for one fall. Approaching the ring, weighing in at 470 pounds, from Miami Florida, The Big Show!!!
Show climbs into the ring and does his usual, raise his hand and cause a pyro to go off, sthick. He waits for his partner... not having to wait long as Broken Wings soon starts up, the crowd giving a massive amount of heat.
Announcer: And the tag team partner, from Parts Unknown, weighing in at 272 pounds... Crauswell!!!
Crauswell steps out onto the stage, spreading his wings... then letting them drop. He starts heading down the ramp way, hopping into the ring and entering, walking past Big Show, not really acknowledging him. Big Show shrugs as suddenly... a HUGE pyro goes off as Kane slowly heads down to the ring as well, looking very angry and twisted... as usual.
Announcer: And their opponents, introducing first... also from Parts Unknown, weighing in at 326 pounds... Kane!!!
The crowd gives Kane some decent heat as he heads down the ramp... climbing into the ring and walking past Crauswell and Show, standing in the center of the ring and raising his arms... then bringing them down for the whole, fire from the turnbuckles, effect.
Finally, Sweetest Perfection starts up again as the crowd gives the Confidence Reaction... mixed as always. He smirks, walking down in the same get up he wore last week. He removes a microphone.
Chance: Ok... whoever you are. Whatever you are planning to announce... not necessary. So go get out of here and try to dig up a life!
The announcer looks sad, sulking and walking away.
Chance: Now then.... THE FOLLOWING CONTEST... IS... SCHEDULED... FOR... ONE... FALL. Introducing first... from I don't Give Damn, at a combined weight of... well, lets put it this way... I seen lighter WHALES. Of course I'm sure bird brain up there has seen whales too, if you catch my drift.
Crauswell growls and slides out of the ring, charging right at Chance and LAYING HIM OUT with a nasty clothesline. He starts stomping viciously at his fallen body, taking all his frustration out on him. The crowd boos as Crauswell lifts him back up to his feet, carrying him back over and sliding him into the ring. I think we have the two people who are gonna start this match. Crauswell follows Chance back in, lifting him up and ramming stiff knees to the gut, then a scoop and a slam to the mat. Chance groans as Crauswell follows up with a Double Knee Drop across the throat of Confidence, who gasps in pain.The bird man rises quickly to his feet, locking Chance in a Full Nelson and walking over... tagging in Show, who delivers a stiff overhand chop across Chance's throat.
He groans, staggering back a bit and grasping his throat as Show starts nailing a few punches, again focusing on the throat of Chance, who reels back further with each one. Show grabs an arm and tugs Chance forward, into a vicious Lariat! He goes for a quick cover. 1....2...
Chance gets the shoulder up. Show looks a bit surprised, getting up off and stomping a bit at Chance, to soften him up further. He lifts Chance back to his feet, hoisting him up and into a vertical suplex to the mat. He gets to his feet and tags back in Crauswell. Crauswell eagerly enters the ring, dropping a few quick leg drops across Chance's neck area, damaging it further. He waits for Chance to get to his feet, than delivering a throat thrust... sending Chance stumbling back a bit, Crauswell running forward and going for a knife edge chop, but Chance counters... taking him down in a drop toe hold! He then hoists Crauswell back up and follows up with a quick Russian leg Sweep. Chance nips back up, clutching his neck again as he tags in the Big Red Machine.
Kane charges into the ring, delivering a running stomp to the chest of Crauswell. He stops and lifts Crauswell up by the throat, dropping him again with a throat thrust of his own. Crauswell drops to his knees as Kane drops down on his own and delivers another quick thrust, putting Crauswell on his back. he goes for a cover. 1....2...
Crauswell rather easily kicks out! Kane looks angry, lifting Crauswell back to his feet, only to get a knee to the gut. Kane groans, clutching the area as Crauswell follows up with an impressive looking Spinning Heel Kick, to Kane's face. He groans, dropping to his own knees now as Crauswell backs up, bouncing off the ropes and cracking a knee right across the same area, dropping Kane to the mat.He follows up with a falling double axe handle to the chest... quickly getting back up and following with another. He lifts Kane up again... first hitting a gutbuster... then in quick succession, spinning him around and following up with a backbreaker! The crowd pops as he goes for a cover. 1....2....
Kane kicks out. Crauswell growls as rolls Kane over with a foot, leaping up for a leg drop across the back, but Kane rolling out of the way and sitting up. He looks rather pissed. Crauswell quickly gets back to his feet, only to get taken down by a clothesline, turning him inside out! Kane walks over... tagging in Chance. Chance smirks, running across the apron and entering the ring... with a Tope Atomico right to the back of Crauswell! He rolls to his feet quickly and smirks, getting a nice pop again. He starts getting pumped, running behind, leaping onto Crauswell's back, then back in front. As he looks up, he nails him with a dropkick to the face... the same move he used on Perfect last week. He springs back up to his feet, lifting Crauswell up and bringing him down into a quick backbreaker, across the knee. Crauswell groans, rolling away and trying to sit up. Immediately Chance grabs him and applies a Bow and Arrow Lock!
Crauswell cringes a bit, as Chance pulls back hard on his arms... driving his foot into the already sore back area of the oversized bird. Chance continues applying more pressure, driving his foot deeper into his opponent's back, as he increases the pressure on his arms. Before Crauswell can even attempt to break the submission, Chance removes his foot, and using his arms... swings forward off Crauswell's own with an innovative dropkick right to the back area. He rolls out of the way as Crauswell clutches his now very sore back. Chance walks back over to tag in Kane.
Kane walks over, lifting Crauswell to his feet, nailing another backbreaker, as Confidence follows up, with a Standing Shooting Star press across the elevated chest of Crauswell, who groans again in pain. Kane lifts him back up, going for a pendulum style backbreaker, but Show quickly enters the ring, charging forward and dropping Kane with a big boot! Crauswell hits the mat, rolling off to the side as Show lifts Kane up, going for an early Show-Stopper, but Kane kicks him in the chest, breaking the grip on his throat and lifting the 470 pounder into the air with a Scoop Slam! Show groans, rolling out of the ring... slowly. Kane turns around, walking back over to Crauswell and reaching down for a Chokeslam attempt, only to get a fist to the face. he acks, grabbing his face and stumbling back as Crauswell sits up, getting back to his feet and grabbing Kane in a Bearhug... nearly squeezing the lift out of him, before quickly turning around and launching him with an Overhead Belly to Belly Suplex! Kane groans, slamming hard into the mat as Crauswell goes for an early kill himself, dropping down and locking in the Gryphon Wing! Kane acks and is helpless to try and escape, as Crauswell tries to put Kane out and win this match.
Chance vaults over the ropes and runs forward, with a kick to Crauswell's back, causing him to break the submission. Chance waits for him to rise up, going for a Landing Dropsault... only to get caught in Midair as Crauswell swings him around... SLAMMING him hard into the mat with a spinebuster. Chance yelps in pain, clutching his back and rolling out of the ring. Kane slowly gets to his feet, clutching his neck a bit as Crauswell grabs him again, looking for a Beak Buster, but Kane counters... by grabbing Crauswell's own throat. Neither man seems to want to back down...until finally... they nail a DOUBLE CHOKESLAM ON EACH OTHER!!!
The crowd looks in awe, chanting, Holy S***!!! Holy S***!!! Holy S***!!! The referee starts to count them out. 1....2....3....4....5....6....7...8.....9...
Both men manage to get back up at the nine count. They look back at each other, now pretty angry. A quick exchange of right hands starts up, neither man wanting to back down. Finally Crauswell gets the upper hand, clocking Kane in the face with a stiff shot... dropping him to the mat. he walks over, tagging in Show, who climbs into the ring, grabbing Kane's foot, but Kane counters... nailing an Enziguri to the back of Show's... well, neck. He groans dropping Kane who quickly crawls over and tags in Chance. Chance runs in, sliding under show and hopping back up and leaping up, nailing a Lung Blower. Show groans, falling down, rising up rather quickly for someone his size, stumbling forward and hunching over. Chance nips back up looking cocky, nailing a dropkick to the back of Show's right leg, causing him to get down on one knee. Confidence follows up, grabbing him and nailing a swift swinging neckbreaker! Into the quick cover. 1....2....
NO! NO! Show manages to kick out. Chance slams the mat in frustration. He gets to his feet, grabbing Show's leg and stomping on it a bit, trying to ground the big man. Show moans a little. Chance follows up... lifting his knee as high as can and slamming it back down to the mat... hard. Show groans, rolling over and clutching his sore knee as Chance tags back in Kane, who climbs into the ring, whipping Confidence into the ropes... then launching him up high... into a back body drop, which Chance turns into a mid air 450 Splash!
Show acks, as Chance slams into his chest hard. He hooks the leg. 1....2...
Crauswell once again enters the ring, breaking the count up with a swift stomp to the back. Chance groans, as he gets to his feet turning around into a Bicycle Kick from Crauswell! He groans, dropping on his back as Kane eyes him, charging forward.... right into a big boot. Kane falls to the mat... as Crauswell rolls Kane back onto the apron, grabbing Chance's hand and FORCIBLY tagging him in! Crauswell then grabs Chance, hoists him high and launches him out of the damn ring with a gorilla press slam!!!
Chance's lands with a sick thud into the audience. Crauswell leaps out of the ring, and over the audience barricade, hoisting Chance up and proceeding to beat the holy hell out of him with stiff kicks, punches, chops.
Meanwhile in the ring, Kane slowly rises to his feet, looking at Big Show who's back up. He smirks, grabbing Kane by the throat and hitting him with his seldom used... if ever, Finisher... The Final Cut! The crowd pops as Show covers. 1.....2....3!!!
Announcer: here are your winners... Crauswell and The Big Show!!!
Show grins and exits the ring as meanwhile,Crauswell continues to assault poor Chance, who's been busted open by now. They are no longer in the audience, but now in the concession area. Crauswell viciously slams Chance's head into the counter in front of them, watching as it bounces hard off... Confidence barely able to stand. Crauswell lifts him up again... dropping him chest first across the counter, who looks to be in agonizing pain.
He yanks Confidence back off the counter, grabbing him and then tossing him like a dart through the glass of the popcorn machine! Chance lays amongst the popcorn inside, a bloody mess... as Crauswell looks down at him and pulls him feet first out of the machine, only to plant him into the floor with a Beak Buster!!! Chance is out... plain and simple. Crauswell looks down and spreads his wings again... then exits the area as Confidence lays there... bloody, battered, beaten, and bruised.
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Post by Limey on May 6, 2006 15:19:21 GMT -5
Lillian Garcia: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall, and is a 2nd Round match in the Queen of the Ring Tournament!
(TICK-TOCK! TICK-TOCK! TICK-TOCK! TICK-TOCK!)
Lillian: Making her way to the ring, from Brooklyn Park, Minnesota, Rachael Leigh Cook!
(“What You Waiting For?” by Gwen Stefani hits and Rachael Leigh Cook comes out to a very generous pop. She looks a bit nervous, as she knows this match is her first real big match, as she is up against EWT veteran, Carla O Woe. She steps into the ring and bounces off the ropes to warm up a bit, awaiting her opponent.)
(RLC’s song fades as “She’s Got Issues” hits as Carla O Woe comes out to a crazy crowd reaction.)
Lillian: And, from Rochester, New Hampshire, Carla O Woe!
(Carla O Woe walks down the aisle way looking excited to get the match started. She climbs into the ring and does a bit of warming up of her own. Carla and RLC shake hands in a show of respect and the ref calls for the bell to start this match)
RLC and Carla circle each other, sizing each other up. The two lock up. Carla gets RLC into a side headlock, then throws her into the ropes. RLC comes back and Carla hits a standing shoulder block. Carla bounces of the ropes nearest to her, and attempts an elbow drop, but RLC rolls out of the way. RLC stands, as does Carla. RLC attempts an overhead suplex, but Carla counters it into a DDT, then immediately locks on a dragon sleeper. Carla holds the move on tight. RLC manages to get over to the corner. RLC runs up the turnbuckle, then flips over Carla and out of the hold. RLC dropkicks Carla in the back, sending her into the corner chest first. RLC sets Carla up on the turnbuckle and looks to hit a neckbreaker, but Carla elbows her in the back of the head. Carla stands and hits a moonsault on a standing RLC. Both women fall to the mat. Carla with the cover.
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RLC kicks out. She bridges out of the pin, and gets to her feet, appealing to the crowd, who applaud her. Carla herself smiles at this as RLC turns to face her. RLC calls for a test of strength, and Carla considers this, before accepting. Carla and RLC struggle against each other, with Carla appearing to get the advantage, but RLC suddenly drops down to her knees…and rushes against Carla, taking her to the corner in a surprise burst of speed! RLC then backflips out, and rushes at the cornered Carla with an enziguri…Carla ducks this attack, and immediately captures RLC in a front shoulderlock…before falling down with a jawbreaker! RLC instinctively jerks her head up, and Carla capitalises with a wheelbarrow…RLC counters by dropping down and applying a leg grapevine!! Carla crawls to the ropes quickly, however, and RLC is compelled to break the hold. RLC rolls backwards out of the grapevine, but then drops onto the Carla’s back, locking the arms away from the rope in a Rings of Saturn-esque innovative submission! Carla fights back by getting to her feet, and pushing RLC to the ropes. RLC runs the ropes, and comes back at the crouched Carla with a roll across the back of Carla, attempting to pull her down with a backslide…RLC then suddenly jerks herself back across Carla’s back with a roll in almost a rewind effect, taking Carla down with the momentum into a facecrusher, producing another surprising innovative move! RLC then pushes Carla over and goes for the cover.
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Carla kicks out of this, but just barely! RLC wastes no time in pushing Carla up to a seated position, and attempting to lock in the Pressure Cooker…Carla counters this by scrambling to her feet and hitting a desperation jawbreaker to RLC. RLC falls to the mat, and Carla grabs RLC’s ankles, hoping to apply the Devil Lock…RLC kicks at Carla’s hands, and hits a head-scissors to Carla as Carla releases her grip, causing Carla to flip to the mat! RLC then goes to Carla and applies a head-scissor sleeper hold! Carla is caught in it, and tries to pull RLC’s limbs from her neck…Carla then opts for a different way, and she rolls herself to her front, taking RLC with her…Carla then grabs at RLC’s limbs…and slowly gets to her feet with RLC on her shoulders! The crowd pop at this…RLC suddenly takes Carla down with a big Victory Roll!
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Carla kicks out, and she gets to her feet quickly as RLC hops up. Carla stumbles into RLC, who hits the Roaring elbow…Carla ducks this, and rushes to the ropes, hoping for a moonsault takedown to RLC as she springboards the ropes…RLC ducks this…but Carla lands on her feet behind RLC! RLC is left prey to a half Nelson from Carla…but she plays the Artful Dodger by dropping to her knees and sliding between Carla’s limbs to go behind Carla! Carla tries to hits a back elbow to RLC, but RLC ducks this, and runs the ropes, coming back at Carla. Carla leaps upwards for a dropsault, but RLC rolls underneath this, running the ropes again as Carla gets to her feet, and hopping over Carla with a leapfrog! Carla tries to take RLC with a submission hold, but RLC falls backwards, rolling backward onto Carla with a wheelbarrow, pushing herself up and over Carla, landing on her feet as Carla stumbles forward. RLC then backflips, and then exclaims “WOOO!” as the crowd cheer for this, and chant “GND!” Carla is impressed by this technical ability, and she once again applauds RLC. The two women then slap hands in a show of respect, before circling each other once more.
RLC and Carla approach each other cautiously, and they go into a grapple. Carla comes out on top with a quick armwrench, twisting the arm of RLC…RLC tries to power her way out of it with a reverse hammerlock to Carla…Carla ducks out of it, and ends up behind RLC, attempting a rolling prawn hold from behind…RLC kicks Carla off before Carla can bridge, sending Carla to the ropes. Carla comes back at RLC…RLC picks Carla up and tries for the Bridgebuster…Carla hits a double chop to RLC, making her drop Carla. Carla then lifts RLC up, and sends her to the turnbuckle with an Irish Whip. RLC hits the turnbuckle, and Carla rushes at her...RLC ducks out of the corner, but Carla springs to the top rope, and carefully lands on the ropes…RLC then hits a club to the back of Carla, planting her on the ropes. RLC then climbs the turnbuckle, applying a hold to Carla, hoping to take her down with a back superplex…RLC then climbs further up so that both women are precariously on the top rope! RLC then lifts…and takes down Carla with a back drop…NO!! Carla drops down on the turnbuckle, and RLC falls to the mat! Carla, having caught her limbs on the turnbuckle, is sent back in an almost tree of woe position…Carla then lifts herself up, and positions herself right on the turnbuckle…before leaping off onto the prone RLC with the Eye Candy! Eye Candy connects as Carla goes for the pin.
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Winner: Carla O Woe.
Carla falls back, and takes a few breaths as her name is announced. RLC, disappointed, rolls to the ropes, and lifts herself up as Carla slowly picks herself up. The two women stare each other down, and Carla calls for the mic. The crowd are chanting “GND!” in respect of both women.
CARLA: Rach…after what we just witnessed here…it’s clear that although you still have much to learn…you can hold your own against the GND’s finest. And…personal feelings about Gwen Stefani aside…I respect you. And…I think it’s pretty certain that given time…you can main event the GND Division…and…hell…you’d make a pretty decent champ. What we saw here…is that you can be pretty technical when you need to be…and you’ve picked up a few moves that many of us haven’t seen before. If you stay in EWT long enough to gain experience…and in GND’s strongest time, I know you should do…you will have everything you need…to have GND…synonymous with the name “Rachael Leigh Cook”
Carla extends her hand…and RLC accepts, the two women hug to cheers and chants of “GND!” from the appreciative crowd. Carla then leaves as “What You Waiting For” hits. Some of the crowd chant “RLC” in light of one of the GND’s rising stars as Carla goes to the back.
We then switch to the bracket of the Queen of the Ring tournament.
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Post by Teddy Awesome- Back in Style on May 6, 2006 21:32:16 GMT -5
*Theo Rumm is seen walking backstage, looking for the matchboard.*
Theo: I’m going to find out the answer to this once and for ALL…
*Spyke Johansson approaches Theo…*
Spyke: Hey, Theo! Welcome back!
Theo: Thanks man. You know where the match board is?
Spyke: It’s around the next left. Why do you want to know? Don’t you know you have a cha-
Theo: Oh… OHHHH… I get it… you’re in on that joke, too. Ragnal already tried it on me, man. Didn’t work.
Spyke: …What?
Theo: …Anyways… thanks for telling me where the damn match board is. I’ve been looking for it for about 10 minutes now. It’s almost like Toomi’s trying to hi-. Aw man, you guys got him in on the joke too, didn’t you?
Spyke: Yeah… I got to go know…
Theo: Later, man.
Spyke: [Under his breath] Weirdo.
*Theo keeps walking turns a corner and runs into Bret Michaels.*
Theo: Hey, have you se-
*HBH grabs Theo by the collar and pushes him into the wall.*
HBH: You must think that, all of a sudden, you have a title shot that you’re better then me… but let me tell you something. YOU AIN’T NOTHIN’…
Theo: I… ain’t…. nothing? So you’re saying I’m something? Wait a minute… title shot? *Sigh* God damnit… Mike got y-
HBH: SHUT IT! You just better hope I’m in a good mood after I beat your ass and pray to god I don’t do what WDD couldn’t…
Theo: …Win?
HBH: SHELVE YOU PERMANENTLY.
*Bret shoves Theo into the wall one more time and walks off with Cherry.*
Theo: Right… wow… okay… moving on.
*Theo continues to walk until he finally gets to the match board.*
Theo: Okay… oh wow… I’m really high up on the card… cool. Theo… Bret Michaels…hmmm….
*Theo walks off camera for a moment and returns with a large coffee. He takes a big gulp from the cup and reads it again. Michael Cole attempts an interview…*
Cole: Theo! Theo! You’re in a title shot match later tonight against the Heartbreak Hitman Bret Mi-
*Theo abruptly spits out his coffee at the realization that the match is indeed real.*
Cole [In agony]: IT BURNS! OH GOD! THE COFFEE! IT BBBBBUUURRRRRRNNNNNSSSS!!!
*Theo just stands there… cut to commercial.*
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Post by The Lach is very tired on May 7, 2006 0:08:01 GMT -5
*Spaz is standing backstge in front of the EWT logo with the title over his shoulder.*
S: So now there is 24 men, tables, ladders & chairs between me & retaining my title. Good, I wouldn't have it any other way, I am a fighting champion like Limey before me & I will prove it at The Maim Event. I will walk in with the title, I will climb that ladder & I will remain champion. I haven't shed my blood, sweat & tears in that damn ring for me to just resign myself to the fact that 24 other men, including several EWT Hall of Fame members, are all after my title. There is no damn way! Spaz = Ratings, Spaz = Champion & Generation Tech = Respect, Loyalty & Ability! I don't care what I have to do, how many men I have to eliminate I will not allow my title reign to end yet. This title is the most important thing in this company & the nameplate on it reads S-P-A-Z & it still will after the Maim Event.
*FADE TO PROMO FOR THE MAIM EVENT*
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Post by Teddy Awesome- Back in Style on May 7, 2006 3:03:34 GMT -5
*Cut back to Theo Rumm, just recovering from the shock and Cole still on the ground, writhing in pain.*
Cole: OH GOD! SOMEBODY HELP ME! I CAN'T SEE!
*Theo shakes off the shock entirly and looks down at Cole writhing in pain. Theo contemplates for a short time and nods. He walks over to Cole.*
Cole: Theo? Theo? Is that you? Please get help!
*Theo takes a long sip on his coffee and sprays Cole in the face.*
Cole: OH JESUS CHRIST! WHY DID YOU DO THAT? WHHHHHYYYYY?
*Theo begins to walk off, but the runs back and kicks Cole with a soccer style drive. Around the world, people are heard cheering as Cole is getting beat up. World peace is achived and everybody now lives properously on Earth for the end of time. Cut to commercial...*
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Oak: Certified Jade Hater
Bill S. Preston, Esq.
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Post by Oak: Certified Jade Hater on May 7, 2006 4:14:02 GMT -5
Cole is still on the ground when Chad Michaels walks past him. Michaels waits for Cole to get up before hitting him with some Sweet Chin Music, knocking him into the arms of AByss, who gives him a Black Hole Slam. Cole is writhing in pain as we get ready for Chad Michaels vs. Charlie Haas and Jason Maverick vs. Shelton Benjamin.
"Sexy Boy/ Symphony of Destruction" hits as Chad Michaels comes to the ring, ready for his match.
Bowlard Fickle: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Making his way to the ring, now residing in Miami, FL, he is "The Heartbreaker" Chad Michaels!
Michaels: Hey Fickle, lemme see that. *swipes microphone* Now, I know Toomi wanted this match to be a singles, but since me and Jason are facing two former Tag Team Champions, we thought that it would be more exciting if it was "The Heartbreaker" Chad Michaels and "The Dragon Kid" Jason Maverick vs. The World's Greatest Tag Team!! C'mon out Jason!!
"Nobody's Real" b Powerman 5000 hits as Jason Mverick comes out to a face pop.
Bowlard Fickle: Um......uh.... and his tag team partner, from Minneapolis, Minnesota, weighing in at 201 lbs., "The Dragon Kid" Jason Maverick!
Maverick hops into the ring and walks over to Michaels before they both start talking as TWGTT's music hits.
Bowlard Fickle: And their opponents, from Orangeburg, South Carolina and Edmond, Oklahoma, Shelton Benjamin. Charlie Haas. The World's Greatest Tag Team!
Haas and Bejamin slide into the ring as Maverick and Michaels ambush them and assault them until Haas and Benjamin are both next to a turnbuckle. Maverick and Michaels nod as they Irish Whip both men to each other. Haas and Benjamin avoid each other and go for Maverick and Michaels, but they followed up on the Irish Whips and catch their opponents with dropsaults and a running neckbreaker. Maverick starts in on Benjamin as Michaels takes Haas to the outside as they start to brawl with each other. Benjamin mounts a comeback, catching Maverick with a European Uppercut before hitting a reverse DDT. Benjamin goes to the top for a splash, but Maverick gets a bost of strength and rushes up and grabs Benjamin in a powerslam position from the top. Maverick jumps off with Benjamin and hits an elevated Poetic Justice!!! Both men are winded however as Haas and Michaels are now at ringside, still brawling. Michaels knocks Haas to the barricade and goes for a Shining Wizard, but Haas grabs the leg and manages to place Michaels on the guardrail before hitting a face-front suplex, causing Michaels to go gut first into the rail.
Haas slides into the ring and immediantly picks Maverick up. Haas hits him with two right jabs before hitting a left. Maverick is woozy as Haas hits an Exploder Suplex. Haas goes for the pin...
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2.....
3...Kick out. Maverick is slow to get up as Haas kicks him in the gut. Haas then stomps on the back before running to the ropes and hitting a running senton. Haas then grabs Maverick's legs to go for the Haas of Pain when Michaels comes in and hits him with a running DDT. Michaels picks Haas up and goes for the Hart Attack when Benjamin hits a Double Axe-Handle to Michaels' back. Haas then grabs Michaels in a German Suplex position as Shelton gets ready for a superkick when Maverick grabs Shelton's leg and pushes it down before grabbing Shelton and hitting the Burning Hammer!
-MEANWHILE-
Michaels hits two elbows to Haas' head before hitting a modified-backbreaker over the knee. Michaels picks Haas up before hitting the Heartbreak (kick to the gut, then knee to the face, followed by a jump over Blockbuster)!! Haas is down as Michaels points to the turnbuckles, meaning one thing. Michaels positions Haas on the ropes as Maverick jumps on the second rope before hitting the BME just as Michaels hits the Coca-Cola Cliff Drop!!! Benjamin and Haas are down as Maverick and Michaels point to Benjamin before picking him up. Benjamin is positioned on Michaels' shoulders for a Muscle Buster as Maverick waits behind Michaels. Michaels plummets down as Maverick hits a jumping powerbomb, hitting the New Millenium!! Maverick goes for the pin as Michaels dropkicks Haas out of the ring.
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3.....!
Bowlard Fickle: Here are your winners, Jason Maverick, Chad Michaels, the Third Street Warriors!!
The Warriors celebrate their victory and head to the backa s we fade to a commercial for the Beastie Boyz.
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Post by hollyvaughn on May 7, 2006 7:49:43 GMT -5
*Holly Vaughn is shown backstage, dragging Mortimer in tow with her leash.*
Mortimer: M-Mistress...
Holly: Silence! You were not given permission to speak! You do not deserve to speak after your failure! It was my destiny to become Queen of the Ring, but you...you, instead of assisting me, you cost me the match with the one known as Rosa!
*Holly drags the leash to a radiator, and ties the leash to it. Holly then strikes Mortimer with a vicious backhand.*
Holly: I do not forgive, Mortimer...but I can accept you back with me, provided you are willing to show me your worth!
Mortimer: I-I will show...
Holly: Do not tell me how repentant you are, Mortimer...SHOW me how repentant you are...SUFFER for me!
*Holly pulls her hand back to strike Mortimer, as Sum Guy walks into frame.*
SG: Uh...I'm Sum Guy, and I want to know what the heckaroo is going on here...
Holly: This is no concern of yours, cretin!
SG: Oh, cool.
*Sum walks off as Holly again pulls her hand back to backhand Mortimer. Hoss Matthews walks onto frame.*
Hoss: Uh...Miss Vaughn...that ain't wise.
Holly: "Wise"? Insolent whelp, it is less wise to question my actions!
Hoss: Oh...well...I'd better not call for help, then...
Holly: You thought correctly. Now please, leave Mortimer to his punishment.
Mortimer: Y-Yes...do...
*Hoss scoots away as Holly again attempts to strike at Mortimer, however, former wrestler-turned-backstage-interviewer "Haxx0r" Tim Dudden appears, holding a motherboard in one hand, and the Red Team flag in the other hand.*
Dudden: What's going on, LEET GUYS? L HOOOOOOOO L!!!! This looks like something "Haxx0r" Tim Dudden should investigate!!
Holly: ...I wish not to even acknowledge your prescence, clown.
Dudden: WTF, LEET GIRL? That's no way to speak to a true patiot of the Red Team! And you know "Haxx0r" Tim Dudden has the support of the Red Team audience! (Tries to start an "OMG" chant) O! M! G!!! O! M! G!!! O! M! G!!! L HOOOOOOOOO L!!!!
*Holly, annoyed as hell by this, unties Mortimer from the radiator, and drags him off away from Dudden.*
Holly: Mortimer, the moment is lost. You shall not be punished now...but I expect your performance to increase, otherwise you shall indeed suffer for me, and no amount of interruptions shall save you.
Mortimer: Y-yes, mistress. Thank you, mistress.
*Holly drags Mortimer off as we fade to another commercial for the Maim Event.*
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Ragnal
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Post by Ragnal on May 7, 2006 12:49:11 GMT -5
LILLIAN: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall, and is for the EWT Toolshed Championship!
*”Violence Fetish plays.*
LILLIAN: Entering first is the challenger! From Scranton, PA, he is the Innovator of FUN…Joe RAGNAL!
*Joe Ragnal comes out to the arena to the crowd’s cheers while wearing his sunglasses and green trenchcoat. He shoots with his fingers out to the crowd as he walks down the ramp. He slides into the ring, then stands up and raises a fist high in the air. As he takes off his coat and sunglasses, “Psyco” plays up, and the crowd begins to boo.*
LILLIAN: And his opponent…From Rochester, New York, being accompanied to the ring by Dr. Death Steve Williams…he is the EWT Toolshed Champion…Dr. INSANEO!
*The crowd continues to boo Insaneo as he and Dr. Death walk down the ramp, Insaneo holding the toolbelt high over his head to mock the fans. Insaneo gets into the ring and hands the belt to the ref for this match, who holds the belt up for all in the arena to see. The bell rings, and the two competitors begin the match by locking up in the ring’s center. Insaneo kicks Joe in the gut, then punches him in the same place several times, and then whips him into the ropes. Instead of running into the ropes, Joe jumps onto the ropes and Lionsaults Insaneo to the ground. Joe goes to pin.*
1!
*And Insaneo kicks out. Joe is quick to pick him up off the ring canvas, and whips him into a corner. Joe charges with a Stinger Splash, but Insaneo moves out of the way, causing Joe’s head to hit the turnbuckle. Joe backs out, and Insaneo hits Joe in the back with a chair handed to him courtesy of Dr. Death. Joe lies out on the floor, and Insaneo hits Joe in the back again. Joe tries to get up, using the ropes for leverage, and as Insaneo goes to slam it into Joe one more time…Joe moves out of the way! This causes Insaneo to instead hit the ropes with the chair, which bounces off the ropes, and hits Insaneo in the face! With Insaneo vaguely dazed after this, still holding the chair, Joe kicks the chair upwards into Insaneo’s face again! This time it causes him to fall t the canvas. Joe goes to pin.*
1!2!
* And Insaneo is able to kick out. Joe grabs the chair and sets it up in the ring’s center. Joe goes to grab Insaneo, but Insaneo’s already up and punches Joe’s gut a few times. Insaneo goes to whip Joe in a corner, but Joe counters the whip and sends Insaneo into another corner. Joe sets Insaneo up onto the top turnbuckle, then backs up to the opposite end of the ring. Joe starts running, leaps off the chair in the center, and clotheslines Insaneo, knocking the both of them to the outside. Once there, Joe is able to pull himself up off the ground, and starts to search under the ring. Oddly enough, Joe is able to pull out a large bag. Joe reaches inside the bag…and grabs a seltzer bottle. Joe sprays Insaneo down with the bottle, sending him back a few feet in the process. Once the bottle runs out, Joe throws the bottle at Insaneo, hitting him in the knee and knocking him to the ground. As Insaneo is lying in pain, Joe gets a running start and hits a cartwheel backflip splash to Insaneo and goes to pin.*
1!2!
*Kickout from Insaneo. Joe picks Insaneo up and tosses him right back into the ring. Joe, still on the outside, goes through his bag again and pulls out a skeet ball. He grabs four of them, in fact. While Insaneo is standing up, Joe slides into the ring with the skeet balls, and throws them at parts of Insaneo’s body in this order: -shoulder -inner thigh -nose -groin And then Insaneo falls seated into a corner. Joe responds to this by backing over to the opposite end of the ring, charges at Insaneo…and nails him with a bronco buster! Joe gets off of Insaneo and goes to do another bronco buster…but Dr. Death hits Joe in the back with a kendo stick! This knocks Joe to the ground, and causes Dr. Death to hit him a few more times. He then drags Insaneo out of the corner and on top of Joe to pin.*
1!2!
*Joe is able to kick out. Insaneo slowly gets up off of the ground and uses the ropes for leverage, as does Joe on the other side of the ring. As Insaneo gets to his feet and sees Joe getting up, Insaneo charges, but Joe is able to see him coming and pulls the top rope down, sending Insaneo to the outside. As Insaneo stands up, Joe runs to the rops opposite where Insaneo landed, jumps onto the chair, leaps off of it, and is able to go over the ropes and hit Insaneo with a flying elbowdrop. Both men have now ended up on the ground after this, Joe being the first one to stand up. Joe searches a little bit more under the ring…and pulls out the same trampoline he used against Mankind last week. Joe picks Insaneo up, an knees him in the gut a few times. Joe lifts Insaneo up for a suplex, drops him down on the tranmpoline, and as he baounces back up, Joe has hit a springboard suplex, with Insaneo landing on top of the barricade. Joe gets onto the ring’s apron, gets a running start…and guillotines Insaneo’s neck to the barricade! Joe goes to pin.*
1!2!
*Dr. Death pulls Joe right off of Insaneo! Dr. Death jabs at Joe’s face a few times, then tosses him back into the ring. Dr. Death grabs the kendo stick he used earlier, and as Joe sits up, he swings…Joe ducks under, and grabs Dr. Death’s arm! Joe kicks at Dr. Death’s lower legs until he’s finally laid out on the ring canvas. Joe then places Dr. Death’s arm between his legs, and puts Dr. Death into the Crippler Crossface! Dr. Death tries to fend off Joe’s hands from his face…no go! This only prompts Joe to force the kendo stick against Dr. Death’s face! This prompts Dr. Death to tap, but unfortunately, he’s not the legal man here. Insaneo, the legal man and champion, comes from behind Joe and hits him in the back with a garbage lid. Joe lets go of Insaneo, and rolls over to a corner to get up. Insaneo goes to slam the lid into Joe’s back once more, but Joe is able to regain himself, and grabs Insaneo’s hands before the lid is brought down to Joe’s skull. Joe and Insaneo struggle over the lid, until Joe kicks Insaneo in the gut, backs up a few feet, then throws the lid ala a Frisbee, hitting Insaneo across the face. With Dr. Death out of the way, Joe is finally able to finish the match. Joe climbs the turnbuckle for the Cloudbreaker…
And gets pushed off by Canceler! Canceler came from out of the crowd to shove Joe off of the turnbuckle! Canceler gets into the ring and picks Joe up. He whips Joe into a corner, and grabs the kendo stick from earlier. Canceler smacks it into Joe’s stomach several times, and then picks up the garbage lid…smashing it against Joe’s head and opening him up! Canceler then sits Joe on the top turnbuckle, lifts him onto his shoulder…AND NAILS A MUSCLE BUSTER RIGHT INTO A STEEL CHAIR! Canceler doesn’t look like he’s done yet, but before he can hit another move, SPYKE JOHANSON COMES RUNNING OUT OF THE BACK! Spyke Johanson and Cancler brawl until Spyke dropkicks Canceler into the ropes and clotheslines him over. Spyke then gets on the apron and hits an Asai Moonsault to Canceler.
And as all of this is going on, Insaneo is crawling over to Joe, and gets the pin on him.*
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3!!!
LILLIAN: Here is your winner AND STILL EWT Toolshed Champion…Doctorrr INSANEOO!
*Insaneo, still rather weak, slowly gets up and out of the ring, doing his best to run out of the arena before Canceler or Spyke can stand up. He raises his belt high to the crowd’s boos, and then disappears into the backstage area.*
FADE OUT
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Ragnal
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Post by Ragnal on May 7, 2006 12:49:50 GMT -5
*During the break*
*We cut to footage that was taken during the commercial break, where Joe is getting up, and realizing he lost the match. He gets angry, and even stomps on top of the garbage lid. The crowd chants “JOE GOT SCREWED!” as he gets out of the ring and goes backstage.*
SUM: I’m Sum Guy and-
JOE: GImme the mic, Sum!
*Joe grabs the mic from Sum’s hands and kicks him ff to the side*
JOE: Now listen! I have beaten, in the last two weeks, JBL and Mankind. Two WWE Champions. Two former HARDCORE Champions. That amounts to something…right? It must have, because it earned me a title shot TONIGHT against Insaneo for his Toolshed title! I gave it my all tonight! I gave out only the SIMPLEST moves I had out there. I was within an INCH of winning that title, the title that I DESERVE, and the title I plan to bring more FUN into! And what happens?! I get SCREWED! I got screwed because Canceler saw what had done, and if I changed this planned PPV match in any way, shape, or form, he knew what I had planned to do. So he screws me over! Yeah. Smart move there, Cancy! But it wasn’t. It got me MAD!And NOW…
*Joe takes a calm breath, looking into the camera lens*
JOE: Now…this isn’t over. It’s not over between me and Cancy there, and it SURE as hell isn’t the last time I plan to wrestle for that belt! So how about this? This match you have going? Technical vs. Hardcore vs. Power? Well…how about we spice it up with a little…FUN! That’s right! I plan to get in on this little get together you guys have going. And believe me when I say that once that happens…
This match for the Toolshed title…is gonna become a lot more FUN!
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