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Post by craigkendo on May 10, 2006 1:48:52 GMT -5
*Backstage, Tony Chang is in the locker room, a bizarre look on his face. Craig Kendo approaches him.*
Kendo: Chang...you may have failed in your attempt to win the gold in that tournament...but...your attempt was not shameful.
*Chang develops a sick smile on his face.*
Chang: No, master Kendo...it was not. It was not shameful...in any way. I managed to eliminate the leader of one of the strongest stables in EWT...The Principal...and a former World Champion...The Limey. And after I had taken Majors...and had flung him over the top rope...before making him crash through the table outside...I felt a rush the likes of which I had never felt before....I liked it. And I will never rest...until I feel another rush!
Kendo: (looks taken back, before devloping a smile) Chang...you now have everything it takes to make it here in EWT. By the way, two ladies approached me in the back, and gave to me their numbers, wishing for you to call them. I have the two numbers here....
(Kendo takes out two pieces of paper from his pocket. Chang snatches them both)
Chang: I'll take them both, I'M HARDCORE!
*Chang then leaves the area. Kendo again smiles at this.*
Kendo: A disciple no more...now he is a true warrior.
*Fade out to highlights of the Maim Event.*
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Post by Moxie loves Natalie on May 10, 2006 12:27:36 GMT -5
<We return to the EWT Arena after a short break. The crowd remains quiet awaiting the entrance of the next competition>
<”House of the Rising Sun” by the Animals hits, as “Miss” Jackie Geisha makes her way down to the ring, being accompanied by the tuxedo-clad behemoth, Penguin>
Announcer: This match is set to one fall, and is a Queen of the Ring SEMIFINAL match! Making her way to the ring. Weighing in tonight at 135 pounds, being accompanied by Penguin, “Miss”… Jackie… Geisha!
<Penguin and Geisha make their way in, with Penguin holding the rope down as she enters. She circles the ring to a chorus of cheers from the audience. She stands in her corner and spreads her ceremonial sand. Penguin waits outside the ring. She removes her Kimono and awaits her opponent>
<”My Last Breath” by Evanescence hits and Linda Ragnal walks out, wearing her hooded shirt and pants. A chorus of cheers hit the arena, and she starts walking out. She strides down to the ring and rolls in, she runs to her corner, raises her arms and receives a warm welcome from the fans>
Announcer: and her opponent, weighing in at 165 pounds… She is a member of the Ragnal Family, Linda… Ragnal!
<Each woman stands in their respective corner. They meet in the middle of the ring, and shake hands as the ref calls for the bell>
<They tie up, collar and elbow. Linda gains the upperhand with a headlock. Geisha pushes her away, and Linda bounces off the ropes. She attempts a clothesline, but Geisha ducks. Linda stops and turns around. Geisha follows through and bounces off the ropes, and Linda attempts a back body drop!>
<Geisha flips on Linda’s back but lands on her feet!>
<Linda turns around and is met with a forearm shot to the jaw. Geisha Irish whips Linda into the corner, and charges. Linda jumps and ducks, spinning out of the way. She grabs her by the waist and hits a release german suplex, but Geisha flips with her and lands on her feet again!>
<Geisha steps back, as Linda smiles and the crowd goes nuts. They pause a bit, soak it in and grapple. Linda turns around with a waistlock. Geisha reverses, and Linda reverses again. Geisha grabs the left arm of Linda, and ducks from behind, locking in an arm wrench. She then hits Linda with a kick to the gut and a few elbow shots to the shoulder. She then puts her right leg over Linda’s left shoulder, and rolls her forward into an armbar. Linda pulls over a bit, and gets her leg onto the bottom rope>
<Geisha pulls off, and stands in her corner, hunched over waiting for Linda to get up. Linda gets up and braces herself in the corner. Geisha charges, looking for a corner shoulder tackle, but Linda sidesteps and Geisha’s shoulder hits the corner pole!>
<Linda seizes the opportunity and pulls Geisha up into a powerbomb position, lifts her and drops Geisha’s shoulder over her knee, with a shoulderbreaker>
<Linda pulls Geisha back up and hits a few shoulder thrusts to Geisha’s shoulder. She wrenches the arm of Geisha, and holds it. Geisha reverses however, and holds Linda’s arm in an arm wrench and delivers a clothesline!>
<Geisha goes towards the ropes, and shakes them a bit, and then jumps and lands a springboard split-legged moonsault! Cover!>
1….2… Kickout!
<Linda kicks out, and Geisha pulls Linda up a bit, and locks in a dragon sleeper!>
Linda’s hand goes up once…
Twice…
And… comes back up on the Third!
<Linda powers up and hits an elbow to the gut of Geisha, twists and hits a suplex!>
<Both women are down, and the ref starts the 10 count>
1…2…3…4…5…6…7…8… <Both women get on their feet>
<Linda charges and attempts a clothesline, Geisha ducks and ripostes with a standing sidekick! Linda drops to one knee, and Geisha spreads her legs a bit and snaps Linda’s neck with a vicious buzzsaw kick!>
<Geisha goes for the cover>
1…2… Kickout!
<Linda rolls over, and Geisha gets up. Geisha pounces off the second rope, and hits a 180 floatover legdrop. She then locks in a side headlock. She releases after a few moments, and kicks Linda in the back a few times. The last time, however, Linda slowly stands up, and then hits a leg lace>
<Linda follows though with a few kicks to the leg, and then a knee to Geisha’s knee. She then wraps Geisha’s leg over her neck, and locks in a stretch muffler>
<Geisha grabs onto the left leg of Linda, turning her off balance, and dropping her face first into the ground! She rolls through and holds the knee of Linda down. Geisha grabs the arms of Linda, pulls them into tiger position… Greetings from KYOTO!>
<Linda flails around, but Geisha’s hands are locked in! A few moments pass… 10 seconds… 20 seconds…>
taptaptap
<The bell rings, and Geisha releases the hold. The ref pulls her hand into the air, declaring Geisha the winner. Linda gets up and meets Geisha in the center of the ring. Linda puts her hand out, and the two women shake hands>
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Oak: Certified Jade Hater
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Post by Oak: Certified Jade Hater on May 10, 2006 15:33:06 GMT -5
We cut back to the EWT Locker room where Tommy Dreamer is standing by with new EWT Reporter Mitsune Konno when Scott Andrews bum rushes him, knocking him down. Andrews grabs Dreamer's head and rams it right onto Dorf's locker room door. Dreamer is busted open but Andrews grabs Dreamer and rams his head onto a table before grabbing coffee and tossing it right into Dreamer's eyes. Andrews then grabs a kendo stick and breaks it over Dreamer's back, causing a loud yell to come out of poor Tommy. Andrews then grabs Dreamer and drags him out to the stage below the ToomiTron. Andrews then grabs a chair and swings it right across Dreamer's back, knocking him dow to the ground. Andrews then goes to the back as Dreamer tries to recover from his injuries.
Andrews comes back with a stretcher and kicks Dreamer in the back before grabbing him and placing him in the stretcher. Andrews hits a stiff kick to Dreamer's head before kicking the stretcher down the ramp, causing Dreamer to collide with the apron. Andrews then walks down the ramp, taking his time, and goes for a Mafia Kick when Dreamer suprises him with a fire extinguisher.
Andrews is temporarily blinded as Dreamer looks under the ring and grabs a trash can. Dreamer low-blows Andrews and places the trash can over his head and hits a clothesline. Dreamer then climbs the top rope and goes for a splash when Andrews raises his leg and connects with Dreamer's chin, knocking him to the ground.
Andrews gets up and takes the trash can off before looking under the ring and pulling out another kendo stick. Andrews then picks Dreamer up and kicks him in the gut before placing the trash can over the head. Andrews then grabs the kendo stick and swings it as hard as he can, connecting with the trash can and knocking Dreamer out cold. Andrews grabs Dreamer and tosses him in the ring to legally start the match.
- Ding Ding! -
Andrews slides into the ring and hits a rolling thunder, causing more damage to Dreamer's ribs. Andrews then climbs the turnbuckles and points to the fans before leaping off and hitting the Superfly Splash!!! Andrews has the pin....
1 2 3
- Ding Ding Ding! -
Andrews gets up and grabs the microphone before the announcer can say his usual schtick.
Andrews: I got one thing to say right now, and I think this is as good a time as ever. Yeah, I'm quitting EWT, but whether you loved me, or you hated me, you people acknowledged me, and that's all I can ask for. But for one last time, I'll step into the ring with the Warriors, and give you, the fans, what they want to see!
"Stairway to Heaven" hits as Andrews walks to the back to a "Risen Devil!" chants as we fade to a commercial.
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Ragnal
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Post by Ragnal on May 10, 2006 15:33:46 GMT -5
*Mike Ragnal is backstage, carrying HBH's Tri-State title around. He bumps into Linda, fresh off her match with Geisha.*
MIKE: Hey, sis. Good job out there.
LINDA: Thanks. I know I lost and all, but...wait. What's that?
MIKE: What's what?
LINDA: That. That on your shoulder.
MIKE: Oh yeah, this? It's the Tri-State title belt.
LINDA: Interesting. And yet you didn't even have a match for it at all.
MIKE: Well, yeah! I mean, heck, I had to prove sooner or later I was gonna be able to get closer to this belt than HBH believed.
LINDA: Well, you still have it? Doesn't this seem out of character for you?
MIKE: Yeah, but I have a plan. Since Bret doesn't think I'm capable of having my shot at it, I plan to give it back to him...IF he gives me a match for it at the next PPV.
LINDA: Sounds like a plan.
MIKE: Doesn't it?
LINDA: Yep. Speaking of titles, how'd Joe do against Insaneo?
MIKE: He lost, Canceler interfered and nearly killed him.
LINDA: Ow.
MIKE: YEah.
LINDA: Alright, I have to catch a breather. I'll see you later.
MIKE: Later
*Fade out as Linda walks off screen*
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Ratings
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Post by Ratings on May 10, 2006 15:34:10 GMT -5
(FADE IN)
(Footage of the BOOGIE KNIGHTS 2K6's squash match and challenge to the CONNECTION is shown)
(FADE OUT)
(EWT ARENA - ELITE LOCKER ROOM)
(MAXX AWESOME & ERIK MAJORS--in their wrestling attire--have just finished watching the footage just shown on the television in their room)
MAXX: "Dude, we totally threw down gauntlet last week and we haven't heard a damn thing from them."
ERIK: "Maybe they're afraid us. After all, we made short work out of those guys last week and besides, I'd be afraid too getting in the ring with a physical specimen like myself."
(ERIK flexes his bicep as RATINGS enters the room--dressed in his casual attire)
RATINGS: "Greetings, fellow elitists. You guys ready for tonight's match? Six-man tag featuring the greatest faction that has ever stepped foot in the ring: Us."
MAXX: "Oh yeah, man. Freebirds are going down tonight."
RATINGS: "Yeah... about that, I kind of replaced our opponents for tonight."
ERIK: "Again?"
RATINGS: "Yeah, I sent those Freebirds home; gave the one guy a bottle of Jack and an 8-ball."
MAXX: "So... like, who's are opponents tonight?"
RATINGS: "You guys are going to love this: Nobody."
MAXX: "Nobody?"
RATINGS: "Yeah, you see I--just don't really feel like wrestling tonight. So I'm giving us the night off. Isn't that great?"
(MAXX & ERIK exchange awkward looks while RATINGS looks at them confused)
RATINGS: "What's wrong with you guys? Erik, you still bummed about that title match thing?"
ERIK: "No, Ratings, it's just that... you seem to be really rubbing people off the wrong way here, you know?"
RATINGS: "Huh?"
MAXX: "He means you're being a d***."
RATINGS: "Oh... And?"
MAXX: "Well, don't you think you should step back before Toom E. Dangerously gets pissed and takes it out on not just you, but us!?"
(RATINGS snickers in amusement)
RATINGS: "Guys, relax. You know what Toom E. Dangerously is going to do?"
(pause)
RATINGS: "Nothing, not a damn thing. You know why? Because all I have to do is make one phone call -- ONE PHONE CALL -- and I'll take him and EWT to court. Afterall, this is the company that allowed the Mercenary to brutally assault me. Like I said, Toom E. is just as guilty as Merc. Besides, I'm Ratings. The Palm Springs Playboy; the "It" Athlete, the Destined Legend, the best wrestler of yesterday, today and tomorrow. I can do whatever I want. I'm Ric Flair with a PhD, I got Toom E. by the balls. No one can touch me. Now lets go, the limo awaits."
(RATINGS smiles and exits, while MAXX & ERIK watch him depart, unsure of RATINGS supposed immunity)
(FADE OUT)
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Post by #Classic Hi-Definition X on May 10, 2006 16:48:56 GMT -5
*Toom E Dangerously is in his office when there's a knock on the door*
Toom: Come in.
*It's HBH, who comes rushing in*
Toom: Oh, Bret. How are you doing today?
HBH: Not very well. Did you see what happened during The Maim Event? Mike Ragnal walked off with MY Tri-State title. And I want it back!
Toom: So why are you coming to me?
HBH: Because you have the power to make him give me back my title.
Toom: Well it appears that Mike is willing to give it back granted you give him a shot at the next PPV.
HBH: Give him a shot?! After what he's done, he doesn't DESERVE a shot at my title.
Toom: Well, that's what he wants.
HBH: Yeah, well he can forget it! You're the boss around here, Toom E. *Gets in Toom E's face* MAKE HIM GIVE ME BACK MY BELT!!!
Toom: First off, I suggest you back up RIGHT DAMN NOW. Secondly, to you and everyone else in this arena, it's MR. Dangerously. And thirdly, I'll see what I can do, but I'm not making any guarantees.
HBH: Fine. But if I don't get my title back then I'm taking matters into my own hands.
*HBH exits while Toom E Dangerously looks on, pondering something*
*Cut to next segment*
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Post by Gasoline: Gen. Tech Member on May 10, 2006 17:10:18 GMT -5
*Spaz is backstage with Spyke*
Spyke: Man, I don't know how you pulled it off, but you did. Congrats on your big win.
Spaz: Thanks. To be honest I had my doubts going into this match. All I was hoping for was that no matter who won it, either myself, Limey, or Gasoline, that this belt would stay with Generation Tech, or at least not get into the hands of The P.T.A.
Spyke: Yeah, I'm with you there.
*Limey and Gasoline now enter the picture*
Limey: Hey, congrats on your title win.
Gas: Yeah man, good job.
Spaz: Thanks guys.
Limey: I'm sorry I didn't help out any more than I did.
Spaz: That's all right. You did the best that you could.
Spyke: Hey Gas, what was up with attacking Saint after your elimination?
Gas: Frustration. I probably shouldn't have done that, but you know what they say. Never make a big man angry. But that's water under the bridge now.
Limey: That's right. Now the big man and myself have to get ready for that 4 team #1 Contender's match.
Spaz: Good luck with that.
Gas: Thanks.
*Limey and Gasoline walk off to prepare for their match as Spaz and Spyke look on. Suddenly Spaz and Spyke are jumped from behind. A group of men take them down and stomp them repeatedly. They pick the two men up and throw them into a closet and lock the door with a key. The camera pans up to reveal the members of the P.T.A.: Principal Pain, Virus, Eddie Omega, and The Canceler*
Pain: That oughta keep them out of our hair while we take care of the Gen Tech buddies. Excellent work, gentlemen.
*The P.T.A. then walk off satisfied with their actions*
*Cut to a commercial*
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Oak: Certified Jade Hater
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Post by Oak: Certified Jade Hater on May 10, 2006 18:14:22 GMT -5
We cut back to the EWT Arena as Ken Patera and Billy Jack Haynes are in the ring, waiting for their opponents.
"Headstrong" by Trapt hits as Koda Kazar comes out to a huge pop.
Steve Romero: And their opponents, first, from Oklahoma City, Oklahoma, weighing in at 201 lbs., Koda Kazar!
Koda slides into the ring as "Headstrong" fades out and "Fat Lip" by Sum 41 hits.
Steve: And his tag team partner, from Chicago, Illinois, weighing in at 229 lbs., he is the current OX Division Champion, Bolt Bacana!
Bacana slides into the ring and poses with the title a la Randy Orton. Bolt jumps off the turnbuckle and hands the title to the ref as Koda looks at Bolt with mild confusion. Patera and Haynes look on as well as the match starts.
-Match Starts-
The match starts off with Bolt telling Koda that he'll start off. Patera starts off for his team as he and Bolt lock up. Bolt locks Patera in a headlock before taking him dow to the mat. Bolt lets go of the hold and hits a quick leg drop followed by a shining elbow. Patera is starting to get up when Bolt runs to the turnbuckles and bounces off the ropes and connects with a springboard elbow. Patera is down as Bolt picks him up and drags him to his corner. Bolt tags Koda and holds him in place as Koda hits a jump over leg drop. Koda takes the advantage now, locking him in a single leg crab. Patera is about to tap when Haynes rushes in and hits a clothesline to the back of Koda's head. Bolt jumps in and tgoes after Haynes, catching him with a leg lariat that sends Haynes to the floor. Bolt then jumps over and lands on the apron before jumping on the middle ropes and hitting the Phenomenon (springboard reverse DDT)!
Back in the ring, Koda is getting beaten down by Patera. Patera has him in a corner and delives some stiff chops to the chest before hitting a suplex. Patera then goes for a Boston Crab, but Koda fights out and pushes him into the ring post. Koda then picks Patera up and places him on the top turnbuckle before going for a superplex. Bolt gets into the ring and climbs the same turnbuckle and both Koda and Bolt hit a double suplex on Patera! Bolt then whispers something to Koda and gives him a up. Koda climbs the turnbuckle as Bolt picks Patera up for the Colt 45. Koda leaps off the ropes and connects with a leg drop just as Bolt hits the Colt 45, completing the Akuma Drop (aka Saint's Massacre)!!
Haynes gets into the ring and goes for Bolt but Koda blindsides him with a spear. Bolt climbs the ropes as Koda grabs Haynes. Koda kicks Haynes in the gut and hits the Styling DDT as Bolt hits Koda's Rib Surgery, aka the Senshi Detecter!! Bolt goes for the pin on Patera as Koda pins Haynes...
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3..!
Steve Romero: Here are your winners, Koda Kazar and Bolt Bacana!!
Koda jumps on the turnbuckle celebrating while Bolt gets his OX Division Title and tosses it on his shoulder. Koda jumps off and Bolt looks him in the eye before extending his hand. Koda looks at Bolt and looks at the crowd, who is roaring for the handshake. Koda turns and looks at Bolt before grabbing his hand and shaking it to the delight of the crowd. Bolt raises Koda's hand as the crowd is still cheering for the two. Koda then gets ready to leave when Bolt pulls him in and CLOTHESLINES HIM!!!! Bolt then starts stomping on Koda's body before backing off with the OX TItle in his hands. Koda gets up as Bolt charges at him and LEVELS HIM witht he title!! Bolt then picks Koda up and looks right in his face before hitting the V.2. Koda is down as Bolt grabs a microphone.
Bolt: Koda! Take a good f***ing look at this belt. Take a long looka t this right here. This is as close to the title as you are going to get as long as I am breathing! At the next PPV, I will walk in OX Champ, and I will walk out OX Champ. And if you don't like that, well, then you can't handle the truth!
Bolt throws the mike down and stands over Koda's body holding the title. Bolt then exits the ring as we fade to a commercial for Irish Spring Soap.
"Irish Spring Soap. IT'S LUCKY CHARM FRESH IT IS!!!"
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Post by The Lach is very tired on May 10, 2006 22:05:38 GMT -5
*Spaz is standing in front of the EWT logo, he is still covered in blood after the TLC Rumble & the PTA attack.*
S: 24 men couldn't take this title from me. 24 other men came, saw & were conquered. I proved to everyone that I deserve to wear this belt.
*Spaz holds the blood covered belt up to the camera.*
S: That's my blood all over this title & I shed plenty of it to keep it mine. Hodgson, you wrestled a damn fine match & you know have my respect. HBH, you have always had my respect & now that has increased dramatically. Virus, PTA I still say that you are nothing more then pimples on the backside of existence & I will take of you when I feel that you are worth the effort. But all that is elementary because Spaz still = Champion!
*Fade to promo for EWT Full House on DVD.*
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Post by Oak: Certified Jade Hater on May 10, 2006 22:34:59 GMT -5
We cut back to the EWT Locker room where Mitsune Konno is standing with the OX Division Champ Bolt Bacana.
Mitsune: Bolt, after your tag team match with Koda Kazar against Ken Patera and Billy Jack Haynes, you viciously assaulted your partner and left him lying in the ring. My question is, why did you do it?
Bolt: Mitsune, you got to understand that I didn't want to hurt Koda, but I had to.
Mitsune: You had to?
Bolt: Yes, I did. In fact, I got proof that this little punk assaulted me. Roll it.
Bolt: See that? I was bleeding like a stuck pig! And that little punk think I was going to be his friend? Pshhh, yeah right!!
Mitsune: So what are you going to do now that Koda will porbably be hell-bent on beating you?
Bolt: Do what I always do. Show up, play to the crowd, face my opponent, beat my opponent, and remind the fans why I am the OX Division Champ. And Koda, if you don't like that, well...... YOU CAN'T HANDLE THE TRUTH!!!
Mitsune: Well that about wraps it up here. This is Mitsune Konno, reporting for EWT programmig.
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Post by The Lach is very tired on May 11, 2006 6:20:13 GMT -5
The EWT logo appears on screen & we fade to a couple of kids sitting in a living room looking bored.
Voice Over Guy: Hey kids, you wanna have some fun?
Kids: YEAH!!
VO: Well what’s more fun then Karaoke? That’s right, back by popular demand is EWT Karaoke 2!
K: Yay!
VO: All your favourite EWT stars singing some of their favourite tunes. The Handsome Boys Modelling School is here. Sing along with Billy & Chocula!
*Cut To HBMS singing Right Said Fred’s hit “I’m Too Sexy” & dancing really badly.*
VO: The PTA are here too, singing a rock classic!
*The PTA are shown singing “School’s Out For Summer” by Alice Cooper.*
VO: Everyone’s favourite family is here too! The Ragnal’s in the house!
*The Ragnals appear singing a funked up version of the Pointer Sister’s classic “We Are Family”.*
VO: Limey is a former EWT champion & he is a champion with a microphone in his hand too! Here he is with a classic punk rock song.
*Cut To Limey doing a pretty good version of The Sex Pistol’s iconic hit “Anarchy In The U.K”.*
VO: The GND Champion Chrysta is here as well!
*Cut To Chrysta singing the Foreigner song “Cold As Ice”.*
VO: He may be on the injured list at the moment but Maelstrom is too injured to sing!
*A bandaged Maelstrom is shown singing The Beach Boys song “Wipeout”*
VO: We also have the EWT champion Spaz, proving that indeed Spaz = Ratings!
*Spaz is shown with the title around his waist doing a mediocre at best version of New Zealand rappers Scribe’s song “Not Many”. The two kids are shown singing along to the songs & dancing happily around the living room.*
VO: So log on to EWT.com or rush out to your local music store & get EWT Karoke 2 today! CD version $19.98 or DVD $24.98.
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Maelstrom
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Post by Maelstrom on May 11, 2006 6:31:17 GMT -5
(We cut away from the Karoke 2 CD advert to a Video Production Promo) We see a boat on a stormy sea, lightning cracks across a darkened sky-line as we move in closer. On the deck numerous people are watching a wrestling bout. It's Flex Magnificent with Maelstrom above his head ... Flex breaks Maelstrom's back and casts him into the dark abyss of the sea ... lighting strikes again blinding the viewer. We return to find just the storm swept oceanVOICE-OVER: We had seen the impossible! ..... We had seen what we thought was the end of a legend! Thunder rolls out across our view, as heavy rain drives into the violent waves ... a bolt of ligning strikes the water again!VOICE-OVER: But we were wrong!! Over the vast expanse of tempest filled ocean, images of Maelstrom appear, decimating opponents! .... We see him fling Davemite Davies though a Fish Tank! ... Watch as he hits a Whirlpool to Billy Ubermark through a table! .... View in awe as Maelstrom counters Chance Confidence's 450' Splash off the Hell in Cell with a boot to the jaw! .... all this intermingled with other moments including his feud with Flex MagnificentVOICE-OVER: The toughest man to walk the depths, who strikes fear in all who go near the water!! ... is coming back! A Final image of Maelstrom walking along a dark corridor surrounded by swirling water and images of his past encounters is shownVOICE-OVER: EWT's Tide is about to Turn once again!! (fade out)
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Post by chanceconfidence on May 11, 2006 6:40:04 GMT -5
Afterwards, Sum Guy appears on the screen.
Sum: My is Sum Guy and that's no crap. Today's interview is gonna be a rap. That doesn't mean I'm done though.... just means I'm really old skool yo!
Sum Guy does a ridiculously horrible attempt at a breakdance. The camera pans over... showing, Chance Confidence. He's obviously not in the greatest move.
Chance: WILL YOU STOP THAT?!
He quickly smacks Sum upside the head.
Sum: Owww... why'd you do that now? I'm just being a playa... what, you trying to be a playa slaya?!
Chance: Sum... I'm gonna tell you something... YOU SHOULD NEVER RAP EVER AGAIN!
Sum: Whatizzle? That's crazizzle! You little fizzle... for my nizz...
Chance: You do know that last word means... well, your a racist.
Sum: No I'm not , I'm way too hot!
Chance: Just interview me or I'll do it my bloody self!
Sum: So Mr. Chance... have you recently worn pants?
Chance: ....
Sum: You lookin big... like some kinda pig!
Chance: .......
Sum: So what's the word... on that oversized bird?
Chance: If you mean Crauswell... I STILL HATE HIM. But that's pretty obvious to someone who's not a complete imbecile.
Sum: Wait I'm a seal? That's surreal!
Chance: IMBECILE! Not... I'm be seal or whatever you thought I said.
Sum: I like to chew gum... then suck my thumb! They both taste better... when they're wetter.
Chance: You know what, I don't have any time for this. So you just stay here and rap about whatever... I don't care.
Sum: What... leaving so soon? Why... did I pop ya like a balloon?
Chance: Yeah... bye now.
Chance abruptly leaves the scene.
Sum: Well I'm Sum Guy... and that was fun. Now I'm gonna go back to the hood... with a GUN!!!
Sum drops to the ground and attempts to do a headspin on the ground.... and fails miserably. So instead he falls on the floor.
Sum: Ouch... I'm such a slouch.
Fade to the next segment.
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Post by Joel, Mike, Currently...? on May 11, 2006 9:14:47 GMT -5
It's all about the Pentiums, baby...
Weird Al raps, and the Nyrds run out. Mike is still feeling the effects of the TLC Battle Royale, but like the li'l trouper he is, he's still dancin', if not a little stiffly. Keiko follows them out, dressed in a lab coat for no apparent reason, moving to the Nyrds' music a little. The Nyrds hit the ring, Joel slingshot flips into the ring, as Mike chooses to just step in this time. Mike painfully goes to hit the Windmill before Joel stops him. Joel nudges Mike out of the way, and then twists down to hit a headspin, getting in about six spins before he pops back to his feet. The crowd pops, and Mike nods his approval. "Pomp and Circumstance" hits, and the PTA, Principal Pain and Canceler, make their way out to many boos. It's expected that these two will be the designated heels tonight, Moxie's mixed bag not withstanding. Pain and Canceler step into the ring, mockingly greet Keiko, and face off against the Nyrds. They try to go face to face, but...both Pain and Canceler are taller than both Nyrds.
"RIP" hits, and Limey, followed by his partner Gasoline, walk out. They raise their arms to the crowd, and Limey runs down the ramp, and slides into the ring. Gas chooses to walk the rest of the way, and steps into the ring. Gas steps up to Canceler, who is bullying the Nyrds, and pushes both Nyrds back, and goes face to face with Principal Pain's giant partner. The lights go down, and "Never Let Me Down Again" begins to play...then stops to make way for "Disposable Teens". The house lights flash and shimmer, and HitmanMark, dressed in full entrance apparel, begins his walk down the ring. Moxie follows behind, wearing something of a hood on his head. The crowd cheers their arrival, but HMark and Mox make no move to acknowledge it. Both reach the ring, and get onto the apron. At the same time, they throw off their hoods, and throw up their hands. HMark yells out, promising that the belts will come to the Prophecy Reborn.
Howard Finkel steps into the middle of the ring, mic in hand.
Fink: Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is a tag-team elimination bout! Two men will be allowed in the ring at the same. The competitor's in the ring will be allowed to tag in any wrestler standing on the outside, provided the opponent is not the free wrestler's partner. If one partner is eliminated, the whole team is eliminated. And now, the wrestlers! In the red corner, weighing in at a combined weight of 347 lbs, and hailing from Steven's Point, Wisconsin, they are the high-flying, daredevils, the NYRDS!
Joel and Mike throw up the N's, as Keiko claps on the outside, and cheering from all.
Fink: In the blue corner, weighing in at a combined weight of 755 lbs, hailing from the School of Hard Knocks, but not really, Principal Pain and the Canceler, they are the P...T...A!
Pain and Canceler scowl, and there was much booing.
Fink: In the moderately yellow corner, hailing from Liverpool, England and Buffalo, New York, respectively. Weighing in at 323 and 15 stone, respectively. They represent Generation Tech, Limey and Gasoline!
Limey and Gas throw up their hands, cheering comes their way.
Fink: And finally...weighing in at 430 lbs, hailing from Newark, New Jersey, and...somewhere, respectively. They are, HitmanMark and Moxie...The Prophecy REBOOOORN!
Moxie crosses his throat as HMark rubs his hands together, confident in his soon to come win.
It's decided that Limey and Canceler will start off. Limey and Canceler lock up, and Canceler shoves Limey away. Limey rolls backwards, and gets to his feet. Limey steps up to Canceler, arms outstretched, and goes in to lock up. They lock up, and Limey twists Canceler into a hammerlock. Limey keeps that held on for a while, and whips Canceler to the ropes. Limey catches him with a deep armdrag, and locks in an armbar.
Canceler fights his way out of the armbar, and pulls Limey up. Canceler catches him with two shots to the jaw, and heads to the ropes. Canceler comes off the ropes, and comes at Limey, and Limey counters with a crucifix pin. Canceler kicks out at two. Limey rolls over to Gasoline to tag him in, and Canceler makes it over to Moxie, tagging him in. Moxie ducks a clothesline, and hands Gasoline three chops to the chest. Moxie twists Gas's arm around, and into a standing armbar.
Moxie kicks Gas in the chest a few times, and heads to the ropes. Gas catches Moxie with a deep clothesline, heads to the ropes, and lands a standing elbow on Mox. Gas walks over to the Nyrds' corner and tags in Joel. Joel immediately climbs to the top rope, and then climbs onto Gasoline's shoulders, standing high above the ring. Joel then flies off, landing a leg drop on Moxie. Joel wraps Moxie up in a Mahistrol Cradle, and scores a two count. Joel and Mox spring to their feet, and Joel goads Mox into a test of strength. Joel locks knuckles with Mox on one hand, but Mox begins to kick Joel in the ribs. Mox keeps the knuckle lock on, and climbs up a turnbuckle to the top. Mox walks across the top rope for a bit, and jumps, sommersaults, and lands a lucha arm drag on Joel.
Moxie tags in Principal Pain, who hops the ropes, and runs at Joel from the feet direction. Joel suddenly kips up, and hurricanranas Pain to the mat. Joel hooks Pain's legs, but only gets a two count. Pain kicks up, and pulls Joel down into a small package. Joel kicks out of that, hops up, and jumps over Pain, and hits a neat standing moonsault. Pain kicks out. Joel hops up, hits the ropes, and comes back to be powerslammed by Pain. Pain tags in Canceler, and he picks Joel up. Canceler grabs Joel by the throat, and lifts him up. Mike makes his entrance by dropkicking Canceler from behind, and he falls over, Joel on top of him. The ref counts out to two, as Canceler throws Joel off of him. Joel hits the ropes as Canceler gets up. Joel turns around and gets into the wheelbarrow position on Canceler...
Canceler won't go down to a Victory Roll. Joel stays stuck in mid-air, as Canceler holds him in the air. Canceler lifts Joel high into the air, looking to hit a wheelbarrow face buster. Joel reaches back, and falls into a Cutter. Joel tags in Mike, and they lock in the Dr. Robotnik's Bean Machine. Pain runs in and breaks up the hold, and throws Joel over the ropes, and follows him. Canceler watches that event, and laughs. He then turns around to be booted in the stomach, and to get hit by the almighty OTAKU DESTROYER! Mike rolls Canceler up, and the first elimination is made!
Fink: The PTA have been eliminated!
Pain rolls into the ring, and begins to yell at the ref. Canceler joins him in the yelling, rubbing his sore head. After a minute of arguing, HMark comes in and dropkicks Pain from behind, and Mike does the same to Canceler, sending them both stumbling over the ropes. Mike and HMark turn their attentions on eachother. They circle eachother, and Mike tries to surprise HMark with a clothesline. However, HMark reverses this into a fujiwara armbar, and then switches to a cross face like hold. Mike reaches out for the ropes, and eventually scrambles his way their. HMark is forced to break up the hold. Mike gets up to compose himself, and then charges HMark again.
HMark catches Mike, and rolls him into a Dominator like position. HMark then tucks Mike's feet between his thighs, and then pulls down on his head. Mike is stretched out completely, to the point of his head almost touching his feet. Mike, not even recovered from last night, begins to yell in pain. However, he won't tap...or show any way of giving up. HMark lets up the hold, and sets Mike down on his knees. HMark then holds Mike in a reverse chancery, head under his arm, and pulls back on one of Mike's feet. Again, Mike is stretched to the brink of being torn apart, his head nearly touching his foot. Mike is hurting, of course, but he doesn't give up. HMark releases the hold, and tags in Moxie.
Moxie comes at Mike, and Mike hits a breakdance legsweep, kicks Moxie's legs out from under him. Mike hops up, and hits a standing Corkscrew SSP. Mike rolls off, holding his ribs. Moxie soon makes it to his feet, and a sore Mike gets up. Mike and Moxie battle with forearms, and make their way to a corner. Mike knees Mox in the mid-section, and climbs to the top. Mike is looking to jump off for something big. Moxie quickly Spider-Man climbs up, and hits the Oracle! Mox rolls Mike up, and Joel attempts to interfere, but HMark races across the ring, taking Joel out, as the ref counts to three.
Fink: The Nyrds have been eliminated.
Joel pulls Mike up, and he and Keiko help him to the back. Joel looks back, and swears that this isn't the end. Limey joins Moxie in the ring, and they lock up. Both are in a battle of strength, but Limey, fresh as a daisy, begins to push down on Moxie. Moxie is struggling to gain the upper hand, but Limey has it. Limey then twists Moxie into a straight-jacket submission. Moxie begins pulling and tugging at the hold, and then pushes Limey's arms down, however, still holding onto his arms. Moxie then steps over Limey's arms, and twists him into his own straight jacket hold. Mox keeps it held on for a while, and then falls back into a straight jacket lung-blower. Mox tags in HMark, and he comes in to put Limey into a Bow and Arrow lock. HMark cinches in the hold for a while, then lets Limey drape off his knees. He follows up by bringing Limey to his feet, and snap suplexing him back to the mat. HMark locks in a Mexican Surfboard, yanking Limey back to the brink, and then lets go of his arms, and Limey starts to lean up a bit...
Moxie comes in and bulldogs Limey out of the (half) hold, and Gasoline heads in to clothesline Mox. HMark charges, and Gas reverses it into a whip. As HMark hits the ropes and comes back, Gas lifts up his foot for the Big Boot. HMark reaches up and pushes Gas over via his foot. In an instant, HMark was on Gas, the Cattle Mutilation locked in. Meanwhile, Limey and Moxie are battling. Moxie rushes Limey into a corner, and front suplexes him onto the top. Moxie climbs up, and prepares for the Oracle. Limey fights out of it, and HITS THE TWIST 'O LIME OFF THE TOP! Limey covers Moxie, and in three seconds, it's over! HMark hears the bell ring, and hears RIP playing. He releases the CM, and argues with the ref. He didn't even realize what Mox and Limey are doing.
Limey helps Gasoline up, and they slip out of the ring. They hold their arms up in victory, and the Prophecy can't quite believe it. We go to commercial on their dis-belief.
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Curly Long
AC Slater
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Post by Curly Long on May 11, 2006 12:16:00 GMT -5
(We return from the commercial)
In the ring bathed in a pale yellow light stand four tall stone pilars, a table two lovely brunette girls in togas holding a fruit basket and a silver pitcher of wine. It's Colossal Coliseum time! and on that obvious bombshell ...'Moving on Up' begins to play out acroos the arena! .... and out comes Mr. Big decked out in smart suit and shades, he climbs into the ring over the top rope and takes a microphone
Mr. BIG: Peons, peasants and those who live on the streets!
Crowd Boos
Mr. BIG: Allow me to introduce the host and my good friend ... the Midget King ... Curly Long!!
A huge 'VLB' chant begins as Curly comes out on his throne whihc is carried by four men. He grins and sticks the finger at the crowd as he is carried down the ramp to the ring ... the crowd remain abusive but he ignores it as he enters the ring, he slaps one of the toga girls on the bum before taking the other microphone
CURLY LONG: Welcome to Curly is EWT!!
More acidic vocal abuse hurtles at the pair
CURLY: Now normally I'd direct some comment about you lot, but I have no time for you .. no my attention rests on higher things ... and believe me ... that may come sooner than you think! ....but for now I better introduce my guests, you seem to cheer them because they are what you people aspire to be .... thats gutter-trash .. heh-heh
The crowd once agin starts a 'VLB' chant
CURLY: So without further ado ... I give you Twisted and the American Saint ... the Suicide Idolz!!
On that 'St. Anger' plays out and here come the Suicide Idolz! ...to a massive cheer from the audience ... they slap hands with the crowd along the entrance way before entering the ring. Twisted grabs a banana from the fruit tray as Amercian Saint takes up a microphone
CURLY: Here you two are then ... face to face with some real tag team legends ...
AMERICAN SAINT: now hold on there just a minute .... your saying that you two are tag team legends? ... but yet your reign was for less than a month.
CURLY: Timescale isn't important ... its the fact that I'm a king and we had that gold!
AMERICAN SAINT: Your right timescale isn't important .. especially not for someone who's a bit on the small-scale!
The crowd cheers, Twisted takes a microphone
TWISTED: You want to talk true legends of EWT Tag history .... then talk about HBH & Gasoline!
CURLY: Yesterdays news ...
AMERICAN SAINT: The Nyrds!
CURLY: Its toilet time for techies
TWISTED: HBH & Limey! .....
CURLY: THey had no competition and hated each other!
AMERICAN SAINT: Ok .. how about The Ragnals!! .. they had a four month reign!!
CURLY: and look who beat them ... thats right Me and Big! .... anyone else? .... HBMS I can respect because they didn't beat the Midget King and company! ... so why don't you two lie down and me and Big can get the 1,2,3. We can then be on our way back up the ladder and you two punk rejects can go back to whatever cesspit it is you came from!
The crowd starts up a 'Die, Curly Die!' chant
CURLY: Yeah right you inbreds, the only dieing around here might be when these two clowns decide to do what there name suggests!
TWISTED: You first, I always wanted to know what happens when you twist a runt in half!
Twisted twists the banana in his hand to make the point, as American Saint steps forward toward Curly. Mr. Big approaches as truble may be brewing
AMERICAN SAINT: Curly, we are certainly not lying down for anyone ! .. let alone a man the size of a step-ladder ...
CURLY: Thats OK ... I have more that enough ways of making you!
Curly takes a swing at American Saint's groin but misses as Amercian Sait pushes him away. Mr. Big steps up and gets in Saint's face. Meanwhile Twisted has vaulted ontot he top rope and flies across delivering a missile dropkick to Big. Big Stumbles over the ornate table as the two Toga girls exit the ring. Saint takes advantage and nails the complete Shot on Mr. Big.
CURLY: You want to be know as Twisted? .. let me help you!
Curly has found a chair and smashes it across twisteds back! ... Twisted howls in pain. saint goes to help and grabs Curly in a headlock, but Big is back to his feet and clobbers Saint from behind with a forearm. Big grabs the Saint's throat for what could be a HFD! ... No Twisted has grabbed the silver pitcher and cracks it across Big's face! .. Double Superkick sends Big over the top rope to the floor .. but he lands on his feet!!
The Crowd is really into this and cheer on the Suicide Idolz
The Idolz turn there attention to Curly who is still rather dazed. they lift him up .... and down! .. with a double powerbomb!! ... whie the crowd goes wild they set up the Midget King for the Spanish Fly in the corner. Big though reaches up and pulls Curly away and heads up the ramp with him on his shoulders! ... Twisted picks up one of the mikes on the ring floor
TWISTED: This isn't over, Big!!
AMERICAN SAINT: Next PPV ! .... we want you and your stunted mentor in this ring! .... and we'll see who really should be a legend around here!!
Mr. Big continues to point and shout at the Idolz, as an Angry Curly takes up a mike of his own
CURLY: ... Curly and Big vs Twisted and American Saint? ... you two got yourself a match!! ... and thats the short of it!!
(fade out to comercial)
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Post by Virus aka Captain No-Nuts on May 12, 2006 0:27:47 GMT -5
(We fade back from commercial to see the top match on the matchboard... Spaz versus Virus for the EWT Heavyweight Championship. The camera zooms out to reveal Virus looking at the matchboard with a content look on his face, as Sum Guy enters the picture.)
Sum Guy: I'm Sum Guy, and I approved this message. I'm standing here with Virus, who has just found out that he has a EWT title shot versus Spaz this week. What do you think of that, Virus?
Virus: What do I think? I think it proves what those Generation Tech losers should have realized by now. Respect is dead in this business. All that matters now is your talent, and your thirst for success. And I have both of those in spades.
Virus: Spaz, I know you're back here, somewhere, listening. So listen well, "mate". I am going to capture that title, and I am going to do it one-on-one, this week, in that ring. Not after 24 people have had their way with you. Not after a hellacious Elimination Chamber match. One-on-one, at 100%, I will kick your ass all over this arena and take that EWT championship. So enjoy your last few days as a champion. Because my heaven will not be a lie. And if you don't believe that, you had better PREPARE... TO BE... INFECTED!
(Virus laughs into the camera as we fade to commercial.)
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Post by *"@-BoMb" R.I.P Deus/Dinobot on May 12, 2006 0:51:56 GMT -5
*A-Bomb and Stevie are already in the ring waiting for the Dick's arrival. The Dicks come strutting out oiled up and ready to start pounding some a**. The Dicks climb in the ring yelling at A-Bomb and Stevie. Chad steps out of the ring and so does A-Bomb.
The bell rings and Stevie begins striking James. James blocks a punch and tosses Stevie down to the mat and drops 2 elbows on him. James picks Stevie up and slams him head first into the turnbuckle. Stevie stumbles back and James lays him out with a full nelson slam. James goes to apply a hold on Stevie. Stevie trips James with a drop toe hold and tags in A-Bomb. A-Bomb spears James and starts punching him. A-Bomb picks James up and powerbombs him into the turnbuckle. James stumbles out of the corner and A-Bomb hits a flatliner, rolls into a full nelson hold into a tiger driver pin. Chad runs in and Stevie superkicks him out of nowhere. The ref counts 1-2-3.
Announcer:Wow, they beat The Dicks fast. I guess The Dicks didn't bring it hard enough.
*cut to commercial*
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Limey
Unicron
It's been awhile.
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Post by Limey on May 12, 2006 5:46:58 GMT -5
*We are backstage, and Limey is at the matchboard, looking at his opponent.*
Limey: Moxie, eh? Heh...this ought to be good. I hope he doesn't feel too bad about Generation Tech getting the win over him and HitmanMark.
*Sum Guy walks into frame, microphone in hand.*
Limey: Ah, Sum. How've you been?
SG: I'm Sum Guy and my big ol' birthday is only a week away! Now, Limey, you are now one half of the #1 contenders to the world heavyweight championship!
Limey:...Tag championships.
SG: ...Oh, sorry. Randy Orton Syndrome. Anyways, I gotta ask you, how do you feel?
Limey: How do I feel? I feel great, Sum! Once again, I'll get tag gold, only this time it won't be with an egomaniacal whiney bastard. No, this time, we'll see Generation Tech, Limey and "Big Daddy" Gasoline dominate the tag division, and show the world, the PTA, the Handsome Boy Modelling School, and ANYONE ELSE what it means to go toe to toe with us.
SG: What are your thoughts on Moxie?
Limey: Moxie and I have had a hard history. He's a great competitor, and perhaps the hardest victory I have ever fought here in EWT. And I think Moxie could say the same thing about me. Make no mistake, though, I'll show Moxie that what happened in the tag turmoil match was no fluke. I'll show Moxie that me and Gas…we deserved the title shot, and when we come face-to-face with the HBMS…life will GIVE…THEM…LIMES!!!
*Limey exits, a smile on his face. Sum turns to the camera.*
SG: I’m Sum Guy, and I thought Captain Picard was better than Captain Kirk. Let’s cut to the commercials.
*Cut to commercials.*
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Post by respectmeordye3 on May 12, 2006 10:24:42 GMT -5
A familiarly horrible rendition of the American National Anthem starts up as The American Bodydonna:Lars Cunningham and his sleazy manager walk down the ramp and enter the ring. Brell grabs a mic.
"Toomi" he roars "For nearly three weeks, my client has remained inactive--despite the fact that he is the most talented, most charismatic and best looking--not to mention the ONLY american Bodydonna in existience to boot--and this is how you treat him?!?"
Lars pounds his chest.
"It's outrageous and I refuse to stand for it, Toomi you .....you....tumor you!" Mitchell Brell screams "Therefore we request.....no we ORDER you to give my client a match next week or you WILL suffer the consequences!"
the crowd's booing increases in volume, but Brell and Cunningham ignore them.
"Consider this a warning Toomi...put my client in a match next week or else!"
with that, the two storm backstage muttering to themselves.
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Post by chanceconfidence on May 12, 2006 12:56:32 GMT -5
And now it's time once again for the EWT Rewind, brought to you this week EWT Barterzone.net. Where you too can pick up all kinds of worthless crap.
It cuts to the tag match last week, showing Chance being practically destroyed by Crauswell afterwards.
Afterwards, we cut back to the ring.
Announcer: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!
Broken Wings starts up as the crowd answers with a flurry of boos.
Announcer: Introducing first... from Parts unknown, weighing in at 272 pounds... Crauswell!!!
Crauswell slowly heads down the ramp, climbing into the ring, and spreading his fake wings as he stands in the center.He looks back over to the stage.
Sweetest Perfection starts up next.
Announcer: And the opponent, from England, weighing in at 236 pounds... Chance Confidence!
Something seems wrong... Chance isn't coming out with his usual speil. Crauswell walks over, peering over the ropes, and wondering where Chance is... only to get attacked from behind! Crauswell goes tumbling over the ropes to the outside as Chance doesn't look like his usual cocky self. He springs off the ropes and into a corkscrew plancha! As Crauswell rises back up to his feet... he gets taken back down... rolling across the outside of the ring. Chance quickly springs up, wasting no time and viciously stomping at Crauswell... not really focusing anywhere... just stomping whatever body part he can stomp at. Crauswell lays on the ground, rolling around in pain as Chance unleashes this stomping fury.
Finally he stops, lifting the furry back to his feet and whipping him full speed into the steel steps! Crauswell however,, shows a bit of agility himself, leaping over the steps and stopping himself. Chance quickly follows up, bouncing up the stairs and leaping off again, this time with a missile dropkick... knocking Crauswell backwards and against the barricade. The crowds pops as Chance rises back up again... charging forward for a shoulder block, only to crash and burn as Crauswell quickly moves out of the way. He grabs Chance from behind and rolls him into the ring, quickly following him inside as the bell finally rings... to start this match.
Crauswell once again takes control of Chance... wasting no time, dropping a few swift leg drops across the throat for starters. Chance groans... rolling around in pain and gripping his neck. Eventually Crauswell lets up on the leg drops, lifting Chance up by the throat,, then sending him reeling back with a quick throat thrust.He pursues, unloading with a few more thrusts, backing Chance into the turnbuckle corner. He grabs him by the throat and blatantly starts choking him! The referee starts counting. 1....2...3...4... Crauswell breaks the choke, only to grab Chance and launch him halfway across the ring with a powerful choke toss! Confidence groans, landing hard on his back, still nursing that sore neck. Crauswell once again pursues, running forwards and nailing a leaping headbutt to the heart of his opponent. He immediately goes for a cover. 1....2...
Chance kicks out. Crauswell growls, obviously not pleased. He starts dropping vicious elbow drop after vicious elbow drop to the chest of Confidence, trying to soften him up further. After doing so, he lifts Chance back up, going for a nailing a quick vertical suplex, slamming Chance back down to the mat... and into another cover. 1....2...
Chance once again kicks out. The oversized bird continues to assault, nailing a falling chop across Chance's throat, doing further damage. He rises back up, lifting Chance once again to his feet. He wraps both hands around his throat and once again starts viciously choking his opponent, lifting him high in the air. Confidence however fights back... nailing a few swift kicks to the face of Crauswell... dropping him to the mat. He immediately starts following up with move stiff kicks, focusing on the legs of his opponent. Crauswell groans... dropping to one knee as Chance backs up and nails a Shining Wizard right to the face! A cover. 1...2...
Crauswell powers out, sending Confidence flying. he lands on his feet fortunately. He smirks, charging forward again and hitting a quick dropkick across the rising Crauswell's back as he sits up, putting him back down. Chance rolls him over with bit of effort, grabbing his leg and trying to lock in a boston crab... but Crauswell continues to resist, using his feet to power out and send Chance stumbling back and bouncing off the ropes. He comes charging forward, Crauswell ducks underneath, letting him bounce off the ropes. Somehow he springs up to his feet and catches Chance... nailing a one handed backbreaker! Chance goes down to the mat once again as Crauswell starts following things up, rolling Confidence over this time. He then locks in the same move he tried on him... the boston crab. Unfortunately, Crauswelll manages to lock it on.
Chance yelps out in pain...now desperately trying to crawl over to the ropes, but Crauswell making things difficult, using all his power to try and hold him back. Chance however continues to resist... soon starting to make progress... slowly inching his way over closer to the ropes, finally managing to grab the bottom one after a few seconds. 1....2.....3....4.... Crauswell reluctantly breaks the hold. He lifts Chance back to his feet, lifting him up and hitting a back breaker... then spinning him around and hitting a gut buster... Chance groaning and now on all fours. Crauswell quickly follows things up with a quick scissors kick to the back... planting Chance into the mat. Into a cover. 1...2....
Chance manages to get the shoulder up. Crauswell once again starts to focus on the legs of Confidence, this time grabbing and trying to lock on an ankle lock, but Chance rolls through in desperation. He quickly nips up... as Crauswell turns around... going for a spinning wheel kick, but Crauswell counters, catching for a powerbomb. Chance however continues to fight back, trying to go behind and lock the legs for a crucifix pin, but again Crauswell grabs him from behind setting up and hitting a VERTEBREAKER!!! Chance lands with a thud... barely moving as Crauswell goes for a pin. 1....2....
But instead breaks it. He stands to his feet, eying the turnbuckle through his eyehole. He quickly starts to ascend, climbing up quickly and Taking Flight!!! However Chance seems to have it scouted, bringing his knees up and driving the air out of Crauswell as he crashes, rolling to the mat, holding his chest in pain. Confidence slowly rises to his feet... shaking off the cobwebs from that Vertebreaker, then running across Crauswell's back... bouncing off the ropes and following up with a dropkick to the face! Again, Crauswell rolls a bit further away, now holding the mask covering his face. As he does, Chance follows up, grabbing a leg and locking in an ankle lock, getting a tight grip!
Crauswell yelps out in agony... immediately trying to roll through, but to no avail as Chance rolls with him... keeping the hold locked on tight. Crauswell groans... now trying to inch towards the bottom rope.Chance can't stop him it seems, but still he tries... using all his power to try to pull Crauswell back to the center of the ring. But it's not to be... as Crauswell snatches the bottom rope. 1...2....3....4.... Chance breaks the submission move. But he's not done yet. He grabs Crauswell's leg again, dragging it and placing it on the ropes. He then propels himself into the air using them, coming down with a stomp across the ankle area, doing further damage. Crauswell cringes a bit as Chance follows up with another stomp... and another. Finally he lifts Crauswell up again by the leg, only to get an enziguri to the back of the head. Once again, down goes Chance as once again Crauswell seems to have firm control of this match. He slowly rises to his feet, favoring the leg.... as he's grabs Chance's own... slamming it into the mat with a knee smash! He follows up with another... and another. After that, he reaches down... grabbing and launching Chance with a wheelbarrow suplex across the ring.
Chance bounces hard off the mat, favoring his neck again... holding it in pain. Crauswell slowly rises up, signaling for the end as he gets ready for the Beak Buster. Chance starts to slowly rise to his feet, as Crauswell lashes out, grabbing Chance around the throat. But Chance quickly counters, kicking him in the gut a few times, then grabbing and nailing... a CONFIDENCE BREAKER!!! Crauswell bounces hard off the mat as Chance hits the move. He almost looks shocked himself... but shakes of the feeling, going for the pin. 1....2...
NO! Crauswell just barely gets his foot on the bottom rope in time. Angrily, Chance slams the mat in frustration. He gets to his feet... charging forward and hopping onto the top turnbuckle, going for the Confidence Booster... but Crauswell once again gets up, grabbing Chance from behind... barely able to stand and in desperation nailing a Falling Powerbomb off the turnbuckle to Chance! Both men are down as Crauswell crawls over slowly, draping an arm across. 1.....2....
Chance gets the shoulder up! Now Crauswell is the one who can't believe it. He slowly starts rising to his feet, as Chance follows. He goes for a knife edge chop, but Chance ducks, countering with a swift kick to the sore leg of Crauswell. He acks, dropping to one knee as Chance follows up with another swift kick, this time to the face. Crauswell stays up... but barely. One more kick attempt by Chance... and this one puts Crauswell on his back. Into a cover. 1....2....
NO! Crauswell gets a shoulder up. Chance growls, lifting Crauswell up and shoving him into the turnbuckle. Could it be time for Super Amazing Awesome Killer Totally Unique Flipping Stinger Splash?! Yes! Chance charges forward, going for it... only to get caught by the throat by Crauswell... then planted into the mat with a quick Beak Buster! Chance lays nearly lifeless on the mat now as Crauswell crawls and clinches on the Gryphon Wing for good measure... Chance passes out almost immediately.
Announcer: Here is your winner... Crauswell!!!
Crauswell rises to his feet and looks down at Chance, barely able to stand though. Once again... he has beaten Chance, just like each time they have met. He quickly vaults out of the ring and heads backstage... as Chance is pretty much out of it.
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