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Post by Banned Member on Mar 23, 2006 1:31:45 GMT -5
*Outlaw looks at this weeks match board with Jillian.*
OL: What the hell is this crap! I gotta team with that damn psycho Mickie!
JH: Hey what about me! I cant believe Toom would write me off like that.
*Mickie James runs up to Outlaw, and hugs him.*
MJ: Isnt this great!!! Were going to be a team!!!
OL: Just swell.
MJ: You know my grampapy used to watch you in the indies, and use to talk about how great you were, and that you be a big star someday
OL: Uh huh. Hey Mickie umm look we need to go over our game plan for this match ok?
*Mickie hugs Outlaw.*
MJ: Ok, but first I gotta find Trish Stratus!!! I heard she work here now.
OL: Mickie no!!!
MJ: But dont you want me to find Trish after all I know you had feeling for her at one point.
OL: Yes, but that is over, and !!!
*Mickie James starts to cry.*
Ol: What the hell is wrong with you?
MJ: Well Trish is my idol, and I just wanted to show her my love. Thats all.
OL: Tell ya what Jillian here is an idol of yours!!
JH: WHA......
*Outlaw covers Jillians mouth.*
MJ: Really!!!!
OL: Yes now lets discuss our match shall we?
MJ: Ok
*Outlaw, and Mickie walk off leaving Jillian with a disgusted look on her face.*
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Post by craigkendo on Mar 23, 2006 2:23:31 GMT -5
*”Feuer Frei” hits as Holly Vaughn, without Tony Chang, makes her way out, clad in her shredded trenchcoat, and sporting her extreme make-up. She holds her arms out in prayer before speeding to the ring, and sliding in.*
Chimel: The following GND match is scheduled for ONE-FALL! Introducing first, from Winnipeg, Manitoba, Canada, she is “Lady Spectacular”, HOLLY VAUGHN!!
*Holly slides into the ring, and then backflips off the turnbuckle…before suddenly becoming calm, and awaiting her opponent patiently, showing much extreme eccentricity.
*”Senzafine” then hits, and Chrysta, the Ice Queen, makes her way out, accompanied by Miss White. Chrysta appeals on the entranceway as blue and icy smoke appears, swirling around the entranceway. Miss White is amazed by this display, but Chrysta is all business, making her way to the ring with not a smile on her face.*
Chimel: And her opponent, from Juno, Alaska, to be accompanied to the ring by Miss White, the ICE QUEEN, CHRYSTA!!!
*Chrysta enters the ring, and enters the ring. Miss White calls her back for a “good luck” peck on the cheek. Chrysta is not showing any emotions to this, but Miss White is still happy, perhaps indicating that Chrysta accepts it.*
*The bell rings as Holly takes her coat off, and hangs it neatly on the turnbuckle outside. Chrysta approaches Holly, and the two stare each other down. Chrysta, with no expression, slaps Holly across the face. Holly takes this well, and follows suit, slapping Chrysta across the face in an equally humiliating fashion. Chrysta turns by the slap…and takes down Holly with a sweep kick, before locking in a front headlock as Holly falls to the mat! Chrysta then rolls over Holly to the limbs, and locks her left leg in an Indian-style deathlock, trying to reach over for a necklock…Holly counters by grabbing Chrysta in a chokehold as Chrysta leans back, forcing her to release the leg lock. Holly gets to her feet, Chrysta still in the chokehold with the two women back to back. Holly goes for a backslide…but Chrysta counters by landing on her feet, and locking in the arms for a butterfly lock! Chrysta then lifts…but Holly remains planted on the ground…Chrysta lifts again…and Holly then slips out of the hold and into a wheelbarrow position…bringing Chrysta in for a rolling pin!*
1, 2…
*Chrysta kicks out! The two women scramble to their feet before facing off in a stand-off. The crowd actually cheer at this, and chant “GND!” at the technical display. Holly calls for a test of strength as Chrysta looks on. Chrysta seems to accept…before nailing Holly with a hard kick to the gut, and then pulling her in by the hair. Chrysta then places Holly’s head between her legs…before Holly trips Chrysta and holds onto her limbs, wrapping one around her head in a modified Brock Lock….Chrysta counters with a headscissors…and a takedown. Holly counters with a nip-up before running the ropes. Holly rushes at the recovering Chrysta…CHRYSTA NAILS A QUICK SAMOA JOE-ESQUE POWERSLAM! Chrysta then rushes to the ropes, and tries a springboard Lionsault…Holly rolls back as Chrysta lands on her feet, back to the recovering Holly! Chrysta turns…and is hit with a snap suplex from Holly, who keeps the suplex held…as she rolls to her front, taking Chrysta with her, and then picking her up and dropping her for a quick facebuster! Holly then kicks Chrysta over and goes for the cover!*
1, 2…
*Chrysta is able to kick out. Holly continues her assault with some stomps and then a cross arm lock to Chrysta…Chrysta counters with a lay down kick to the head!!! Holly is stunned by this, but returns to attack Chrysta…Chrysta catches her with a small package…releases the package suddenly and picks Holly to her feet, locking in the FROSTBITE!!! FROSTBITE LOCKED IN!!! Holly tries to fight it, but has nowhere to go, and taps!*
Winner: Chrysta, the Ice Queen.
*Post-match, Chrysta grabs the microphone.*
Chrysta: Miss Vaughn…you should not show shame for your loss. After all…you are more accustomed to the violence and brutality of the Elevator to Hell…but…as for myself…I live for the brutality I can inflict onto others that look down on me and judge me. It is…shameful to them. This has brought up many thoughts…and I have decided to accept the offer of the one known as Rosa. For it is in our fight which Rosa will know who truly dominates the pathetic GND Division…no offence, Miss Vaughn.
*Holly shows no emotion to this, but Chrysta contiunues.*
Chrysta: In case you were wondering…Rosa…you have nothing to look forward to but what will seem like a lifetime of pain. Hell will FREEZE…(whispered) over…
*Chrysta leaves with Miss White encouraging her actions. Holly sighs and grabs her coat as we fade to a commercial.*
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Post by pta on Mar 23, 2006 4:54:39 GMT -5
Styles : Hello and Welcome to this week's Edition of EWT Action. Tonight... we've got some great matches for you...
Styles is cut off as Pomp and Circumstance starts up, to a HUGE chorus of boos as Principal Pain heads down to the ring, with Canceler.
Announcer: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, being accompanied to the ring by The Canceler, representing the P.T.A., he weighs in at 235 pounds... Principal Pain!!!
The crowd boos as Pain ignores them. He quickly enters the ring, tehn as usual... rips off his suit, showing off his impressive physique. Pain calls for a microphone, as The Canceler quickly retrieves one. The Principal takes it.
Pain: Ahem... hello my pupils.
The crowd boos loudly.
Pain: Unless you've all been hiding under a rock recently, I'm sure you know that the P.T.A. now has a chance to take the biggest prize in this entire company, the EWT Championship. And I guarantee you at Full House, ONE of us will walk out of that chamber as the new champion... whether it be myself... Omega... or Virus. So I suggest you all get used to it.
The crowd boos angrily, chanting " P.T.A. Sucks! P.T.A. Sucks! "
Pain: But tonight, I am going to give you all a little preview of that match, because I am going to CRIPPLE my opponent tonight... and make him writhe in blinding pain and agony!!! Just like the P.T.A. shall do the very same thing to Generation Tech.
The crowd continues booing as Pain smirks to himself. Suddenly, he's cut off... as Shockmaster's theme starts up and he crashes through a wall... tripping onto the stage and almost losing helmet again.
Announcer: And the opponent, from parts unknown, weighing in at 383 pounds, The Shockmaster!!!
Shockmaster lumbers down to the ring slowly, climbing into the ring and looking at Pain. The principal looks back.
Pain: Alright honestly... do you really think you stand a chance looking like that?! Mr. Ottman... you really are stupider than you look, which right now... is quite difficult to pull off.
Pain chuckles as Shockmaster growls and takes a swing. Pain ducks underneath as the bell rings. Pain wastes no time, laying into Master with stiff knife edge chops, not having much effect at first. Shockmaster quickly uses his size advantage, shoving Pain down to the mat. He groans, quickly rising back to his feet, as ShockMaster charges forward... going for a clothesline. However, Pain counters, nailing a drop toe hold and taking Shockmaster to the mat. He immediately goes to work, stomping at the chest area of his opponent, Shcokmaster groaning in pain as Pain softens him up He smirks, leaping up and nailing a leg drop right across his ribs. Into a quick cover. 1....2
Master powers out, sending Pain flying. He acks as Master gets back to his feet slowly. He lifts up Pain and hits him with a scoop slam. Pain hits the mat hard as Master then attempts to leap up for a leg drop of his own, but Pain quickly rolls out of the way. With ShockMaster sitting on his back, Pain gets up and charges forward... bouncing off the ropes and nailing a STIFF kick right to the ribs of Master. He yelps in pain, now holding the sore area. Pain isn't done, as he bounces off the ropes again, coming back and nailing another STIFF running kick to the back this time. Master groans as the Principal goes for another cover. 1....2.....
But Shockmaster kicks out. pain looks a bit surprised, he lifts him back to his feet, only for Shockmaster to battle back, with some stiff shots to his own chest. He groans, reeling back a bit as Shockmaster nails him with a big boot to the face. ShockMaster lifts him up again, then nails him with a Brainbuster to the mat. Into another cover. 1....2....
Pain kicks out this time.ShockMaster gets to his feet, stomping away at the chest of pain, softening him up. The Principal groans as he does so, ShockMaster then coming down with a falling axe handle. Pain quickly gets a knee up, cracking him right in the ribs again. Master groans again... falling to the mat. Pain rolls out from underneath, then gets to his feet. He gives a few vicious stomps to the back of Shockmaster, softening him up further. Pain then walks over, flipping Shockmaster on his back... then walking over, locking in and nailing him with a Curb Stomp! Shockmaster groans as Pain smirks, simply waiting to see his Shockmaster can even get back up. eventually he does so. As soon as he does, Pain grabs him, perhaps looking for an STO, but ShockMaster quickly powers out and shoves Pain HARD on his back. He acks, holding it in pain as Shockmaster is looking ready to roll. Pain slowly rises to his feet, only to get taken down by a clothesline, followed by another, and one more for good measure. After the third one, he feeling rather dazed. ShockMaster lifts him up and nails him with a vertical suplex... taking him down and into the cover. 1.....2....
NO! Pain gets the shoulder up! ShockMaster looks surprised. He looks to the nearby turnbuckle... doing something really unexpected, he climbs up onto the turnbuckle! However... as he does... Pain quickly gets to his feet... with a surge of Adrenaline and cracks ShockMaster right in the face with a high knee! ShockMaster groans, plummeting to the ground and SLAMMING HARD into the mat... Pain quickly moving out of the way as he falls. He signals for the end... as he grabs ShockMaster and locks in a King Kobra Lock!!! ShockMaster screams out in agony... and almost immediately taps out.
Announcer: Here is your winner... Principal Pain!!!
Styles: If I'm not Mistaken, I think that's Pain's Newest Finisher... which he calls the Detention Lock. Rest assured, if Pain uses that on Limey or any of the other members... we may have a new champion at Full House!
Pain rises to his feet, with a confident smirk as he vaults over the ropes and heads backstage... Canceler following him as ShockMaster lays there, favoring his back.
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Post by The Lach is very tired on Mar 23, 2006 5:29:35 GMT -5
*Spaz is standing by backstage with Sum Guy.*
SG: I'm Sum Guy & I am overworked & underpaid. I am here with Spaz one of the challengers in the Elimination Chamber for the EWT Title. Spaz, how do you feel that you have lost your induvidual title match in favour of a much more difficult match?
S: It was my choice Guy, Limey, Spyke & I decide that it was time that Generation Tech took care of the PTA once & for all. I know that we have the ability to overcome these three men. They can debut all the new finishers they want, it will be no match for Generation Tech.
SG: But Virus, Pain & Omega are determined to take the title for the PTA!
S: That's part of the problem, each one is really out for his own gain. That will be the undoing of the PTA. Gen. Tech have an understanding. It doesn't matter if it is Spyke, Limey or myself as long as one of us walks out of that chamber with the title our job will be done.
SG: Spaz & Generation Tech are ready for the PTA. But will they be able to overcome them? We will have to wait for Full House to find out. I'm Sum Guy & I have no 401K.
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Spyke the Pacers Fan
El Dandy
Still hates himself for missing the last episode of Murder She Wrote
Go Indiana!
Posts: 8,061
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Post by Spyke the Pacers Fan on Mar 23, 2006 7:29:04 GMT -5
(The scene is of a local nightclub. Several shots of dancers on the floor are shown, with techno and club music playing in the background. The camera then cuts to a V.I.P. section where Todd Grisham is shown with Spyke sitting in a couple of chairs, both seem to dressed for a night on the town.)
Todd: I’m here with one of the contenders in the Outdoor Elimination Chamber match, which will take place at Full House, Spyke Johannson. Now Spyke, you have a match soon against Konnan, your thoughts on that?
Spyke: Konnan is one of the best wrestlers in this business, and although he is getting up there in age, he can still go. I feel pretty good about my chances against him. As long as the other members of LAX don’t interfere, but Limey and Spaz will back me up if need be.
Todd: Speaking of Limey and Spaz, what are your thoughts about being included in what has to be the biggest match of your life, at Full House?
Spyke: Todd, the Elimination Chamber is an intimidating structure. The thought about having to do combat in that thing, is not something I am taking lightly. I am going to be in there with some of the best athletes that EWT has to offer. I know that this will not be easy.
Todd: What are your goals for this match, at Full House?
Spyke: It’s not what MY goals are, it’s what Generation Tech’s goals are. We all have the same goal going into this match, and that’s keep the title away from the P.T.A. What kind of champions do you think one of those guys would make? The P.T.A. might have the ability, I’ll give them that. But they don’t have respect or loyalty. You know that they would instantly turn on one another for a chance at the gold. A true champion would stick by his friends, and wouldn’t screw them over for gold and glory.
Todd: So then what would you do if it came down to just You, Limey, and Spaz in the chamber?
Spyke: Well, I guess we’d be forced to fight, wouldn’t we? It is very possible that that scenario would arise. But Limey, Spaz, and myself know that we wouldn’t resort to underhanded tactics against each other. It would be a fair fight, and whoever walks out of there the champ, hey, we would have already achieved our goal of defeating the P.T.A. So, if the opportunity presents itself, why not have a bit of fun, and put on a pure athletic show for the crowd? The EWT Championship would be the cherry on top of the pie.
Todd: What are your predictions for this match?
Spyke: Obviously, it’s going to be one of the members of Generation Tech winning. We’ve already discussed it and we decided that any of us holding the belt is fine, as long as the P.T.A. doesn’t. It will be a hard-fought contest, and it will be the toughest match any of us have been in. The Outdoor Elimination Chamber will test our Ability, Loyalty, and Respect, and prove whether or not teamwork can prevail over greed and lust for gold.
Todd: OK, you can see Spyke, along with his Gen. Tech teammates, Limey, and Spaz, along with Virus, Principal Pain, and Canceler, in the Outdoor Elimination Chamber at Full House.
(Camera pans over to the dance floor, where Spyke has already made his way out to. He is shown dancing in a circle of people as we fade to commercial for the “EWT Presents: The Greatest Matches of 2005” DVD.)
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Post by Toom E. Guci on Mar 23, 2006 9:21:45 GMT -5
*A video promo airs with a voice over.*
EWT is proud to present it's first ever baseball stadium pay per view LIVE from AT&T Park in San Francisco, California...it's Full House, live on pay per view...Sunday, April 16th, 2006.
Witness the first ever Outdoor Elimination Chamber...
*suddenly, the music kicks up, showing highlites of the 6 participants in the Chamber.*
What ever happened to predictability?
The milkman, the paperboy, evening TV.
How did I get to livin' here?
Somebody tell me, please.
The whole world's confusing me.
Clouds as mean as you've ever seen.
Not a bird who knows your tune.
Then a little voice inside you whispers
Kid don't sell your dream so soon.
Everywhere you look,
There's a heart - a hand to hold onto.
Everywhere you look,
There's a face of somebody who needs you.
Everywhere you look,
When you're lost out there and you're all alone,
Life is waiting to carry you home,
Everywhere you look.
Everywhere you look.
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Maelstrom
AC Slater
The Tide Will Turn!
Posts: 236
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Post by Maelstrom on Mar 23, 2006 10:40:07 GMT -5
We cut to the hospital hallway ... and standing by is Maria ... she is about to speak when the familiar sound of the ice-cream man's van can be heard. Maria grins and runs off towards the sound. Sum Guy quickly steps up to take on this special duty
SUM GUY: Hi I'm Sum Guy and I could be about to get the interview of the century ... As I am about to interview a man who hasn't spoken to an EWT camera since Freek Show and the horrifying injury he recieved at the hands of Flex Magnificent!
A video Replay is shown
SUM GUY: Right lets go in ...
Sum Guy walks towards the door to Maelstrom's room when a doctor stops him ...
DOCTOR STEVENS: Excuse but where do you think your going?
SUM GUY: To interview Maelstrom of course .. I am EWT's top interview man and now is the time to hear his part of the story ..
DOCTOR STEVENS: I'm Sorry but Maelstrom has already done his interview and it is going to air tonight ...
SUM GUY: WHAT!! .. Who did the interview?
DOCTOR STEVENS: Well I was approached by a rather tall man in a suit and he said that a ...
The Doctor looks at a clipboard he is carrying
DOCTOR STEVENS: .. a Sean Mooney would be doing the interview .. it was for a special show apparently .. now what was it called .....erm ...
SUM GUY: This tall man you spoke to .. he wasn't black by any chance was he?
DOCTOR STEVENS: Why yes he was .. quite a muscular chap ... and very tall, at first I thought he was here to get treatment for Acromegaly ...
Sum Guy kicks the all in frustration
SUM GUY: Damm that limelight stealing midget!! ... Is there anything you can tell me? ... what is Maelstrom's condition has it improved?
DOCTOR STEVENS: .. well, his injur ...
at this point A very big black man walks in and waves a contract at the Doctor ... its Mr. Big
MR. BIG: DOCTOR I'm must remind you of the contract you signed .. no leaking of information! ... on orders of my boss ...Curly Long!
SUM GUY: whats going on Big? ... why won't you let me do an interview
MR. BIG: Hmm? .. Oh hey Sum ... If you must know its because tonight ... on the Colossal Coliseum, Curly Long is going to show an exclusive first interview with Maelstrom since the Mark Twain Riverboat incident!! ...
And on that bombshell, Mr. Big walks off with the Doctor .. leaving Sum Guy by himself
SUM GUY: Hmmph ... I'm Sum Guy and I just got beaten to the story by a ...
Maria skips into view of the camera with an ice cream
MARIA: did I miss anything?
Sum shakes his head and walks off, leaving Maria to eat her ice cream
(fade out)
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Ratings
Dennis Stamp
Has a box of scraps
"YAY!"
Posts: 4,236
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Post by Ratings on Mar 23, 2006 10:44:38 GMT -5
COMING SOON TO EWT...
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Oak: Certified Jade Hater
Bill S. Preston, Esq.
Edgier than Wayne Brady, Harder than Chinese Arithmetic, and Higher than the ratings for Blade: The Series
TOP ROPE CATCH A VIBE YEAH I SWERVE WHEN I DRIVE
Posts: 15,411
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Post by Oak: Certified Jade Hater on Mar 23, 2006 12:01:35 GMT -5
We cut back to the EWT Arena where Buzz Sawyer is already waiting for his opponent.
"Stairway To Heaven" hits over the speakers as Scott Andrews comes out, looking straight at Sawyer.
Jeremy Borash: The followin-
Andrewsw doesn't wait long as he runs in and nails Sawyer with a dropkick. Andrews gets up quickly and hits the Red Star Press. Sawyer is already winded from this assault but Andrews doesn't wait, picking Sawyer up and tossing him to the turnbuckle. Andrews then graps him in an upside-down version of the F U before driving him headfirst on the mat!!! Andrews locks in the Inferno as Sawyer taps like crazy.
Winner: Scott Andrews
After the match, Andrews grabs the microphone.
Andrews: TOOMI! I know you can hear me right now, so that's why I'm saying this. Stop giving me nobody's Toomi. GIve me someone who can bring the fight to me. Someone who can take me to the limit. Otherwise, I'll just leave person after person lying on the ground, where they will all feel the effects of the Inferno!
Andrews throws down the microphone as the ref checks on Buzz Sawyer. And YOU make your way to a commercial.
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Post by Virus aka Captain No-Nuts on Mar 23, 2006 14:16:44 GMT -5
(We cut back to the hallways of the EWT arena. Sum Guy is sitting next to the concession table, enjoying a danish. Virus then enters the scene, walking by the matchboard, once again noting he's the top match. He then does a double-take at the team-up.)
Virus: WHAT THE HELL?! I HAVE TO TEAM WITH LIMEY?! THIS IS BULLS***!
(Virus turns over the concession table in frustration, deluging Sum Guy in scalding coffee. Sum Guy screams in obvious pain, as Virus strides off, more furious then he's ever been. The camera pans down to Sum Guy.)
Sum Guy: I'm Sum Guy, and THE FLESH! IT BURNS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Post by HMARK Center on Mar 23, 2006 15:37:24 GMT -5
<Sum Guy is now seen backstage, bandages around his crotch, where the coffee burned him. He stands in the lockerroom, where HMark is visible on a bench, talking into his cellphone>
SG: Hi, this is Sum Guy, and can't feel anything beneath my sternum. I'm here to get the scoop on-
HMark: Yo! SG!
Sum: Huh?
HMark: Where's Capetta? GMC?
Sum: Well, I, uh...
HMark: Don't worry about it. I've got a HUGE scoop for him coming up, little bastard's gonna love me for this one.
Sum: But what about me?
HMark: <glances at him> Uh, yeah? What about?
<Before Sum can respond, he's rudely crosschecked into the wall, collapsing in a heap in the background as a familiar form steps into the frame>
HMark: <pauses> What the @#$% do you want.
Trik Turner: I saw your last match, Hitman. Good showing. You really seemed like you were gonna make that kid a star.
HMark: What's your point, punk?
TT: Just that it's too bad that a vet like you had to go and ruin a kid's career like that. I mean, he's not even 18, man. And think, after all that talk about how much you care about the "future of the business", you go ahead and let the kid bust up his leg. Too bad, really-
HM: <gets in Turner's face> You keep your godd*mn mouth shut. That kid gave everything he had; but he went high risk, and he paid the price. Injuries happen, Trik. Accidents happen. <calming down, speaking low> But this I promise you: whatever happens to you at Full House...it won't be an accident.
TT: Good. Then I'll know who to blame when somebody else's screwup wrecks my knee-
<Gary Michael Capetta walks into the frame>
GMC: Excuse me, HitmanMark, Trik Turner, opponents for Full House...am I interuptting something?
<both men look ready to deck Capetta>
HMark: Why, of course not, GMC. You're right on time, actually. You get a lot of the scoops around here, right? Then I'm your man. Maybe you should watch, Trik: you want to see my dedication to the "future"?
TT: Yeah, sure, lay it out.
<both men trash talk as they walk off screen>
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Post by Chrysta on Mar 23, 2006 23:11:02 GMT -5
*We pan to Toomi's office, where he is looking through the deals for Full House. Just then, Chrysta barges into the room, with Ms. White following behind her.*
Chrysta: What is the meaning of this?!
Toomi: What?
Chrysta: You have me listed in the TLC match for the Girl Next Door title at Full House!
Toomi: Well, what's the problem? You'll finally be going up against Rosa-
Chrysta: The "problem", dear Toomi, is that I have said time again that I shall NEVER participate in a title match until I have finally defeated Rosa. Instead, you put me in this match without asking AND you give me Ms. Saucy instead of Rosa! I urge you, dear Toomi, that if you do NOT give me Ms. Rosa next week...your body shall be feeling a little...cold. Now...do we agree?
Toomi: Alright, fine, fine! I'll make a reminder!
Chrysta: Good. Come, Ms. White, we must-
*Chrysta turns and sees Ms. White is gone. She surprisingly gives off a confused look.*
Chrysta: Ms. White?
*Suddenly, Chrysta can hear fighting in the hall. She peaks out, and sees Ms. White getting beaten up...by Mickie James!*
Mickie: Do you love me now, Trish, HUH! DO YOU?! I'll SHOW you how I FELT when you BROKE MY HEART!
Chrysta: Ms. White!
*Chrysta runs towards the brawl, and grabs Mickie by the hair. Chrysta tosses her into the wall beside her, then throws her to the ground. Chrysta is breathing heavily as she stares down at Mickie, who has a bloddy lip.*
Chrysta: If you think I plan to let ANOTHER psycho anywhere near my Ms. White, you are TRULY mistaken! It's bad enough she was TORMENTED by Outlaw for months...it won't happen again!
*Mickie James is crawling backwards from Chrysta, and as she finally gets to her feet, she runs off. Ms. White gets up, and hugs Chrysta from behind.*
White: Baby...thank you...*Kisses Chrysta on the cheek*
Chrysta: How interesting, Ms. White...your stalkers are tagging up this week...
White: Chrysta...honey...please. Don't remind me.
Chrysta: I apologize...*She turns to Ms. White and delivers a kiss to Ms. White's lips* Now...we must prepare against Ms. Saucy...
*Ms. White touches her lips as Chrysta walks off...Ms. White seems to be crying.*
White: That's the second time she's ever protected me...
*Fade out as Ms. White grows a smile on her face*
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Post by HMARK Center on Mar 23, 2006 23:14:23 GMT -5
Bobby Cruise: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome to the ring, Mr. Gary Michael Capetta!
<GMC quickly walks down the aisle, looking behind him, as if someone pushed him out towards the ring. The crowd gives him the usual well-meaning heat.> [ftp][/ftp] GMC: Well, EWT fans, it seems that we've got another big scoop for you all...problem is, it wasn't ME who got this one! No, apparently, this one has been brought to me; I'm just as deep in the dark on this as you all are.
But what I can tell you is to please welcome the man who'll be making this announcement, none other than the "Icon" himself, HitmanMark!
<The lights go out as "Never Let Me Down Again/Disposable Teens" starts to play, and HMark makes his way out, not in his typical entrance gear, but in an "EWT/House that HMark Built" t-shirt, black, long gym pants, probably with his gear on underneath. He also wears on his head a wool winter cap, black, with the Fallen Dragon logo stitched into the front of it.>
GMC: <as HMark gets into the ring> HitmanMark, I can say, personally, that this is one of the only times that a scoop has been brought to me. I'd like to know, I'm sure all the fans would like to know, just what is it you have in store for the EWT?
HMark: <taking the mic out of GMC's hands> Before I make my grand announcement, I have a confession to make: I need to stall for some time. See, my announcement has to do with a certain someone, someone who, as of right now, isn't backstage just yet. <crowd boos a little> Now, now, don't worry, children, it's ok, Uncle HMark has taken care of everything. I just talked to my man on the cell, he'll be here in a few.
But let's make some constructive use of this time, shall we?
First of all, I want to give a shout out to Koda Kazar. <crowd applauds in respect> Koda, you gave me a damn fine effort, and, who knows, if our match hadn't ended so quickly, you may well have ended up doing what nobody, and I stress, nobody else has done since I've come back: put my shoulders to the mat, or make me tap. You hurt yourself going for the gusto, so much respect, and get back on your feet soon, kid.
<crowd cheers>
Now, to business. First of all, I have a match this week with a certain intimidating individual, a man so large, they could only call him the obvious: Mr. Big. Nah, Big, I'm not afraid of you, so don't even start thinking that. You may be a better wrestler than the last giant I faced, that Steroid Spectacular himself, Flex Magnificent, but the fact remains that size doesn't matter, once you've been taken down to the mat. I'll tell you what gets me, though: I know damn well that little rodent is going to be in your corner, directing traffic, and doing what he does best.
Yeah, you're good, Curly. I'd be afraid of you tripping me or something, but then I remember how you can't even reach the damn ring, so at least I have that going for me.
<crowd starts a "VLB!" chant>
He is, isn't he? I mean, beyond just "Vile", he's a <makes gesture, like he's shocked at the size> "VERY" Little Bastard, isn't he? Yikes.
Secondly, I'm sure you all caught a glimpse of Trik Turner and I having a minor, how should I say, "spat" backstage. I see your game, Turner. I can't turn around without you breathing down my neck, sending me sick little whispers, doing whatever you can to get into my head before Full House. Are you that afraid, man? You finally realize that you can NOT beat me in this <points to the mat>, my domain? So you've gotta play these games to give yourself a chance.
That's fine.
That's fine, because this is where we tie our two pieces of business together. One the one hand, I find myself at a disadvantage this week going into a match against Mr. Big, and, on the other, I've got Trik Turner, who for months has been doing his damndest to, and, I hate to say it, succeeding sometimes at taking me off my game.
<shakes head> No more, gentlemen. <looks towards entrance ramp> He's here? He's ready? Good.
Ladies and gentlemen, although I may not be defeated in singles competition thus far since returning to the EWT, the fact is, in a business where solid partnerships are at a premium, you do well to have friends watching your back. And it seems, everywhere I look, I see new units, new teams springing up, strength in numbers being redefined by Generation Tech, the PTA, Nyrds, Ragnals, Big and Curly, Connection, too many to name.
But it's time to show these guys how to do it right.
And that's why, <walks towards ropes, points towards entrance ramp> it is my great priveledge, and my honor, to introduce the man who has my back, and I his.
Ladies and gentlemen...
<The lights again go out as the "Never Let Me Down Again" intro plays once more, and a light shines from the entrance ramp. However, instead of seguing into "Disposable Teens"...>
<The crowd rises to their feet and begins slamming their hands against the guardrails and signs as "La Liberacion of Our Awakening" hits.>
HM: <music still playing> EWT, back after his self-imposed exile, former Tri-State Champion, former WORLD Champion, and the SOOTHSAYER OF THE PROPHECY REBORN, MOXIE!
<Moxie enters, wearing a "In <Fallen Dragon logo> We Trust" shirt, and looking around at the fans, who now chant "WELCOME BACK!". Moxie walks up to HMark, and the two give a quick hug before Moxie gets on the ropes, drinking in the crowd's reaction. Eventually he gets down, and takes the microphone>
Mox: I suppose I have a little explaining to do. See, not all that long ago, I held the EWT World Title. To this day, I can't think of an accomplishment I hold more dear than winning that title, having my arm raised, and being able to declare to the world that I was top dog, the man to beat.
But something happened. After a little while, I felt my grip on the belt loosen. I felt forces coming from all sides, trying to pry it away from me; normally, that's fine. That's what being a champion is. But, when it went on longer than I could have predicted, I admit it: I let it get to me. Soon, I grew resentful, I grew distrustful of those around me. Some might even say I was becoming a little bit paranoid, if you want to go that far.
But then, before Toomi's House Party, before what would be my last title defense...a certain figure from my past returned <gestures towards HMark>. Here was a man who, when I was just a blue chipper, someone lucky and talented enough to get a shot at the Tri-State title at the first EVER Crap-a-Mania, took me under his wing, and taught me everything he knew. He taught me how to wrestle better, he taught me how to carry myself like the champion I had become, and we had each other's backs, no matter who tried to step up to challenge us.
And yet, when he came back...I treated him like I was treating everyone else: as a threat. I let my fear of losing the EWT World Title cloud my respect for this man; I even turned back to Ted DiBiase and IRS, thinking they'd be the only ones who could understand the state of mind I was in after Limey won the title.
Well, it's time to rectify things. See, for those of you who might not be in the know, awhile back, HitmanMark and I, we were the Prophecy Reborn, the greatest pure talents on this roster, united to show the EWT and the world what real competition, what real skill, was.
Consider our mission statement renewed. <big crowd pop>
Now, far as I'm concerned <looks at HMark> Trik Turner is your own battle. I've got your back, but if you want to deal with him, he's all yours. But as for Mr. Big...don't sweat it, boss <laughs>.
<turns back to crowd> From here on, this logo <points to the Fallen Dragon logo> doesn't just stand for one man; it stands for an army. A Fallen Legion. HitmanMark is the High Priest, I am the Soothsayer, and this is, ONCE AGAIN, the Prophecy Reborn!
HM: <picks up the mic> Be on notice, EWT. All of you, from Trik Turner, to the Tag Division, to the highest seats of power...Say. Your. Prayers.
<the audience cheers as the two men stand on opposite turnbuckles, playing to the crowd, their reunion now official. Screen fades to black as we get a hype video for the newest reality series, "Tell Me Your Life Dream So That I Can Make Fun of How Stupid You Are in Front of Millions of People">
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Post by crauswell on Mar 24, 2006 9:17:41 GMT -5
We come back from commercial as the camera cuts to the ring.
Announcer: The following contest is scheduled for one fall.
St. Jimmy by Green Day starts up on the Toomitron as out comes Jason Maverick, heading down to the ring.
Announcer: From Minneapolis Minnesota, weighing in at 201 pounds... The Dragon Kid, Jason Maverick!!!
Jason gets a pretty nice reaction from the crowd as he heads down to the ring, sliding inside and awaiting his opponent.
He doesn't have to wait long though as his music gets cut off by a huge pyro as Broken wings starts up... and his opponent appears on the stage.
Announcer: And his opponent, from Parts unknown, weighing in at 272 pounds... Crauswell!!!
Crauswell spreads his wings and slowly makes his way down the ramp.
Styles: Hello again everyone... and we're about to see a match that's guaranteed to be at least solid. Jason Maverick is going to take on Crauswell... who has recently been on a bit of a losing streak... and that's putting it lightly!!!
Crauswell enters the ring as well now, looking across at Maverick... who is starting to look a tad nervous now. He backs up a bit, as the two lock eyes. The bell rings and Maverick and Crauswell immediately start circling each other, then locking up in the center. Crauswell takes control and goes into a hammerlock, applying pressure to Maverick's arm. Maverick grimaces a bit, but quickly tries to counter, grabbing Crauswell from behind and hitting a Russian Leg Sweep, taking them to the mat. Crauswell breaks the hammerlock and rolls away. Maverick meanwhile, gets back to his feet, charging forward and going for a Shining Wizard as Crauswell sits up. However, the gryphon quickly rolls to the side, Mavericks missing completely, landing on his feet. Crauswell gets back to his own and grabs Maverick from behind, launching him with a release german suplex to the mat. Maverick groans, hitting the mat hard as Crauswell charges forward, leaping up and connecting with one of his stiff headbutts to the chest of Jason, who yelps out in pain. Crauswell goes for a cover. 1....2...
Maverick kicks out. Way too early for him to lose. Crauswell gets back to his feet, dropping a quick legdrop over the chest of Maverick. He gets back to his feet, lifting up Maverick with him, as he grabs him and goes for an overhead belly to belly. Maverick however shows some impressive agility and lands on his feet. The crowd pops as Maverick waits for Crauswell to get back up, than charges forward... taking him down with a spinning wheel kick. He immediately nips up then takes a rising Crauswell down with an axe kick right across the back. Crauswell groans and goes down to the mat as Maverick goes for a cover of his own. 1....2
Crauswell kicks out with ease! He throws Maverick off him ,sending him to the mat, then gets back to his feet. The bird walks over and leaps up, with a knee drop to Maverick's chest, softening it up further. He groans in pain as Crauswell rises back up, lifting Maverick by the throat and right into a Gorilla Press Slam, slamming him down hard. He then drops to the mat, sitting Maverick up and locking in a Dragon Sleeper, applying pressure to the back area of Maverick.
Jason screams out in pain as he tries to fight out desperately of the submission, but Crauswell refuses to let go. He keeps applying pressure,t trying to put Maverick under and out of this match. However, Maverick continues to resist, struggling to stay awake. Eventually though, it seems the hold is too much and Maverick stops moving. The referee raises Maverick's arms up once... lets it drop. Nothing. He does it again... and still nothing. He lifts up one more time...
Maverick keeps it from falling. Crauswell locks surprised and now tries to lock in a grapevine, to ensure victory. However Maverick counters almost immediately, with some stiff elbow shots to the chest area. Crauswell groans, eventually breaking the hold. Maverick gets to his his feet, then leaps up with a dropkick to Crauswell's face, putting him on his back as he goes for a cover. 1....2......
Crauswell kicks out again. Maverick groans, holding his back a bit. The damage has been done. He slowly rises up, lifting Crauswell with him. He takes him down with a snapmare to the mat, then backs up... bouncing off the ropes and leaping off Crauswell's shoulder's with a mushroom stomp like move, running back forward, but Crauswell once again counters, with a quick sweep kick. Maverick acks and falls down hard to the mat. Crauswell rises quickly to his feet, favoring his neck a bit. He lifts up Maverick again... hoisting him up high, then bringing him down across his knee with a VICIOUS backbreaker. Maverick yelps, as Crauswell drops him to the mat again, once again taking control of the match. He goes for a cover. 1....2...
NO! Maverick manages to get a shoulder up. The bird man slams the mat in frustration. He leaps up high for another headbutt, but Maverick counters again, getting his knees up and knocking the air out of the bird. He groans, falling to the mat. Maverick slowly rises to his feet, then looks at the crowd. He leaps up onto the turnbuckle, then off again for a BME and nails it!!! The crowd pops again as Maverick goes for a cover. 1....2.....
NO!!! Crauswell manages to get the shoulder up. Now Maverick can't believe it. He looks pretty shocked. He slowly gets back to his feet, Crauswell following. He then starts nailing some stiff kicks to the gryphon, to his sides, to hes legs, Crauswell reeling back a bit. He then goes for the PELE!!! But Crauswell quickly catches him, then lifts him up onto his shoulders... bringing him down with an Electric Chair Drop!!! Maverick's face bounces hard off the mat as he gets slammed down. Crauswell rolls him over with a single foot... then crosses his throat. He immediately makes his way up onto the turnbuckle... then he Takes Flight!!! His skull slams into Mavericks chest, as he goes for a cover, hooking the leg. 1.....2.....
No!!! Maverick once again gets his shoulder up. Crauswell looks pissed. He reaches down again, lifting Maverick up again, then assaulting him with more vicious overhand palm slaps. Maverick groans, stumbling back, now up against the turnbuckle. He sets him up on top of the turnbuckle, then climbs up... grabbing him and going for a an Exploder off the top rope!!! Maverick and Crauswell both hit the mat hard, the move taking quite a bit out of both of them. The referee starts to make a count.
1.....
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Right before nine, both men rise to their feet. Mavericks goes for a spinning heel kick, but Crauswell quickly ducks it, grabbing him from behind and lifting him up high for a back body drop. However, Maverick somehow counters again, fighting out and landing on his feet... then grabbing Crauswell from behind and nailing him with an Ego Trip! Maverick crawls over and drapes an arm across his opponent's chest. 1....2....
NO!!! Once again, Crauswell just barely gets the shoulder up in time. Maverick can't believe it. he gets to his feet slowly, holding his back again... which is still hurting. He looks to the crowd, then runs forward for another desperation move, leaping up onto the top turnbuckle and leaping off again. However Crauswell catches him in midair by the throat, then slams him down hard... BEAK BUSTER!!! Maverick is pretty much out. Crauswell signals for the end... as he goes to lock in the Crossface Gryphon Wing.
It's Chance Confidence!!! Chance is atop a nearby turnbuckle and leaps off, going for a Confidence Booster!!! Crauswell immediately breaks the hold and rolls out of the way... as Chance hits Maverick instead. The referee calls for the bell.
Announcer: Here is your winner... by disqualification... Jason Maverick!!!
Crauswell growls, slowly rising to his feet and lifting Chance up... who's still sore. The two start exchanging fists, as Maverick rolls out of the ring, not wanting anything to do with this. The two keep brawling when...
Dr Insaneo runs out!!! He slides into the ring and nails Chance with a vicious lariat! Crauswell and Insaneo look at each other, than they both start stomping away at Chance as the crowd boos.
But wait a minute... here comes Gasoline!!! Gasoline quickly enters the ring, grabbing Insaneo from behind and lifting him up for a Jackknife Powerbomb and slamming him down hard! The crowd cheers... when suddenly...
A-Bomb nails Gasoline with the POOOOOOOOOOOOUNCE!!! The crowd boos again as Gasoline holds his back in Pain. A-Bomb turns around... only to get attacked from behind... as Dorf whips him into the ropes... and takes him down with a DorfBuster!!! Dorf looks triumphant when he turns around... Stevie Kick from Steven Richards!!! Dorf goes down to the mat immediately... as Crauswell and Stevie lock eyes. Stevie goes for another Stevie Kick, but it's caught. Crauswell hoists him up high and nails another Beak Buster!!! Stevie is laid out as Crauswell gets to his feet... standing in all the carnage in the ring when...
Let the Bodies Hit the Floor starts up and the crowd explodes with cheers! Paul Podanski charges down to the ring... but Crauswell wisely ducks out. Paul slides into the ring... looking down at all the carnage... then looking back at Crauswell... who exits through the crowd. Paul looks down, grabbing a microphone and smirks.
Paul: You know what... I think I just found my opponents for Full House!!!
The crowd cheers as Paul quickly exits the ring... heading back up the ramp as the remaining rise to their feet, looking at Paul... as we fade to commercial.
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Post by Oceanic on Mar 24, 2006 14:02:46 GMT -5
Sum Guy: "Hello, I'm Sum Guy and I still reek of Folger's. Once again I'm here with GND champion Oceanic who's had not one, but two big matches to look forward to. First, who do you think your mystery opponent will be?"
Oceanic: "I have no idea, and quite honestly, I don't mind who it is. When I said I'd defend against anyone, I meant it. It could be anyone in the current locker room, an old EWT superstar making her return, or a brand new competitor making her debut. It's all good. Just know that whoever it is will be in for one hell of a fight."
Sum Guy: "What if it's Bertha Faye again?"
Oceanic: "It's not Bertha Faye."
Sum Guy: "Are you sure? It could be."
Oceanic: "It's not."
Sum Guy: "Positive?"
Oceanic: "Yeah. I'm positive."
Sum Guy: "If you say so. So after your title defense against Bertha Faye this week....."
Oceanic groans
Sum Guy: "You have the Six Woman TLC match at Full House to look forward to. True to your word it appears that you will be, literally, taking on all comers at once!"
Oceanic: "No doubt about it, this will be one of the hardest matches of my career. Five ladies all with different styles, not to mention the three weapons of choice all around the ring. If anyone thinks that will be a walk in the park they are sadly mistaken."
Sum Guy: "So who do you think will be your biggest threat in that match?"
Oceanic: "Honestly, all five of 'em. Rosa has to be considered one of the top contenders in the GND right now, Tanya Flayre has been looking very good lately, Chrysta can't be trusted so you always have to keep an eye on her, D'Zee is the heaviest hitter in the game, and nobody knows what to expect from Jackie Geisha. I'm not taking anyone lightly in that match, because the one you're not looking out for is the one that beats you. I'm going in eyes wide open, and I'm going to leave with my belt or die trying."
Sum Guy: "Ok! That should do it! I'm Sum Guy and I think the surprise opponent this week is Bertha Faye!"
Oceanic: "For the love of.....it's not Bertha Faye!"
Sum Guy: "I'll bet you my broken wrist watch that it is! Hey! Where are you going?"
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Post by Superior Dragon on Mar 24, 2006 15:25:13 GMT -5
From Az: Portait Of A Superstar:
We cut back to the EWT offices as Gary Fughettaboutit has a messaage.
Gary Fughettaboutit: Ladies and Gentlemen, Chad Michaels suffered a sprained ankle while training for the Steel Cage Ladder match at Full House. Although Mr. Michaels wanted to continue with the match, the doctors were forced to knock him out and send him to the nearest hospital to recouperate. So, by the power vested in me by no one in particular, I award the match to Rick Martel.
Thank you and remember: Watch Full House only on PPV.
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Ratings
Dennis Stamp
Has a box of scraps
"YAY!"
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Post by Ratings on Mar 24, 2006 19:46:04 GMT -5
(FADE IN to the streets of Beverly Hills. Quick clips of landmark areas are shown until the pans ups to RATINGS, MAXX AWESOME & ERIK MAJORS standing in front of a giant fountain. All three are wearing expensive designer clothing that fits their style, as well as cocky grins that they flash towards the camera.) RATINGS: "Greetings minimum wagers of all ages! My name is Ratings. These are my associates: "The Original Thriller" Maxx Awesome..." MAXX: (To camera) "S'up?" RATINGS: "...And "The Majah Playa" Erik Majors." (ERIK snickers towards the camera) RATINGS: "And we are The Elite. The most dominate faction in professional wrestling today. Now, being that the majority of you lack high intelligence, you're all probably clueless on why we are called the Elite. Well the answer is simple, simpletons." (RATINGS holds up a wad of bills) RATINGS: "You see this money, you know this thing that means to world to you. These little pieces of paper that you use to pay your taxes and mortgages and buy supplies with when you are not using your foodstamps." (RATINGS tosses the money over his shoulder and into the fountain behind them) RATINGS: "That's just something we don't need to worry about in our lives. For us, money is not an object. Because we get what we want at whatever price whenever we want it. So when we come to EWT, expect us to be extra focused on our goals. Cue up the welcome wagon, boppers. The Elite is coming, and the ratings will rise." COMING SOON...
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Post by Joel, Mike, Currently...? on Mar 24, 2006 21:51:28 GMT -5
Joel and Mike play a newly acquired Gamecube backstage. Mike is wearing a Karate Kid headband.
Joel: What's with the headband?
Mike: I think it makes me look cool.
Joel: Well you're wrong.
Mike: I'm keeping it. So there. Nyah.
Joel: Whatever. So what do you think about Moxie and HMark reuniting?
Mike: It's exciting. I've always wanted to take on the greats of the past.
Joel: They're not that far from the past.
Mike: Dude, this is EWT. A year counts for like a decade around these parts.
Joel: Right.
Mike: Anyway, I hope we get to go up against them one day, defending our tag titles.
Joel: Our tag titles?
Mike: Yeah, we're going up for the tag titles at Full House, remember?
Joel: Oh yeah. That'll be wicked sweet.
Mike: Yeah, and after we blast through the Handsome Boys, we can wrestle the Prophecy Reborn.
Joel: You're losing.
Mike: Eh?
Joel: I'm beating you right now.
Mike: Oh s***!
Mike jabs at his controller with his thumbs until he's satisfied.
Joel: Hey, we should probably go prepare for our match against T&A.
Mike: Yeah, sure. Just after this game starts to suck. .......Nope, not yet.
Joel: Yeah, maybe later.
The Nyrds continue to play.
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Limey
Unicron
It's been awhile.
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Post by Limey on Mar 25, 2006 4:59:50 GMT -5
*Lita's Boyhitscar theme plays as she comes out to great heat, with chants of "She's got herpes" and the like.*
Chimel: The following contest is scheduled for ONE-FALL! Introducing first, from Ft. Lauderdale, Florida...LITA!!!!
*Lita gets into the ring, and grabs the microphone.*
Lita: So...I hear my opponent, Carla O Woe, has made a little enemy in Holly Vaughn. Well, let me tell you, Carla...you're an idiot for thinking that you can get by in the wrestling business due to talent. Can you remember all of the talented wrestlers in WWE? Gail Kim, Molly Holly, Jazz...I could go on. They're all gone.
*The crowd jeer Lita and start a "GND" chant.*
Lita: Basically, Carla, if I had to say one thing, I'd say that you, like the elevator at Full House, are going DOWN.
*"She's Got Issues" hits, and Carla O Woe makes her way down to the ring to a huge pop.*
Chimel: Aaaand her opponent, from Rochester, New Hampshire...CARLA O WOE!!!!
*Carla slides into the ring, and stares down Lita. Lita stares back. Carla extends her hand as the bell sounds. Lita accepts...only to pull Carla in for an armwrench!!*
*Lita applies the armwrench as Carla does a roll to get out of it, pulling off a nip-up to get to her feet and reverse the armwrench. Lita counters this with a kick to the gut, before trying a hurricanrana...CARLA COUNTERS, and drops to the mat, twisting Lita's limbs and locking in the DEVIL LOCK!!! Lita taps almost immediately!!*
Winner: Carla O Woe!
*Lita rolls shamefully out of the ring as Carla, more focused than ever, grabs the microphone.*
Carla: Full House, Holly. I'm ready. Are you?
*With these simple words, Carla drops the microphone, and heads to the back as the crowd give her her props.*
*Fade out.*
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Post by chanceconfidence on Mar 25, 2006 7:56:02 GMT -5
As we come back from commercial, Chance Confidence is standing by, looking a bit bruised from his earlier encounter with Crauswell and Insaneo. Sum Guy is standing by.
Sum: I'm Sum Guy and Seals Club me!!! I'm hear with Chance Confi...
Chance snatches the microphone away.
Chance: Look twit... what do you want to ask me? Make it quick... I'm not in the best mood right now.
Sum pulls another microphone out of his pocket... how convienent!
Sum: Well... first of, how do yo ufeel teaming this week with Spaz to take on the unlikely team of Limey and Virus? Especially considering Spaz and Limey threw you back into the ring and caused you to lose to Spyke?
Chance looks at Sum.
Chance: Well, I'll admit this... Spyke did beat me fair and square.... only because those two buddies of his decided to get involved!!! I don't need to wrestle someone like him twice. But... then again, I assure you that I am going to be completely loyal to my tag team partner... though I can't say the same thing for his friend Limey.
Sum: Ummm... okie dokey. Now, onto other business. How do you feel abotu being chosen for the Toolshed Invitational by Podanski and Toomi?
Chance looks at him.
Chance: You know what? I don't really know much about whacking someone over the head with a lamp or a cardboard box, but it's a title. I'm a former Tri-State Champion... and i would love to get my hands on another belt. Because Chance Confidence deserves all of them!
Sum: And what aboutt he fact Crauswell will be in this match too? You guys seem to have a rather intense rivalry as of late.
Chance: Please... Birdo just doesn't know when to quit. He's a total nutjob... a freakin guy who walsk around in a costume all the damn time, I bet he doesn't even take baths or showers! Know this Crauswell... when we face off at Full House in that match... not only am I looking to take the Toolshed title from Fatso McDrunk... I'm also gonna take out out... right out of the WRESTLING WORLD!!! And if you, or anyone else thinks you have a better chance at winning that belt... well... YOU'RE JUST JEALOUS!!!
Chance throws down the microphone and walks off.
Sum: Well... I'm Sum Guy and I like Strawberry Milk more than Chocolate Milk.
Fade to next segment.
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