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Post by chanceconfidence on Sept 3, 2006 10:10:39 GMT -5
Sabu's cool little music starts up as he runs down from out of the back, stopping every few seconds and pointing up at the lights as he makes his way.
Announcer: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Approaching the ring first, from Bombay India, weighing in at 220 pounds, the Suicidal, Homicidal, Genocidal, Death Defying Maniac... Sabu!!!
Sabu enters the ring, looking all focused, on the ceiling as he points up at it again.
Soon after, Sweetest Perfection picks up as down to the ring heads Chance, still feeling a bit worse for the wear from that Barbwire match with Great Hugo at Crapmania, but apparently not bad enough to skip his match this week.
Chance: AND INTRODUCING HIS GLORIOUS MAGNIFICENT TOTALLY FLAWLESS ADVERSARY IN THIS MATCH, he weighs in tonight at 233 pounds even, he hails from the United Kingdom, he is the NUMBER ONE CONTENDER FOR THE TOOLSHED CHAMPIONSHIP... and soon to be holder of said belt, Chance... Confidence!!!
Chance receives lotsa boos as he attempts to do his usual entrance shtick, only for Sabu to stop him with a dropkick to the chest, sending Chance flying to the ground, still landing on his feet, but clutching his chest. Sabu then vaults over the top rope, crashing right atop with a body press! The crowd pops as Sabu gets up, points once again, then picks up Chance again, whipping him right into the steel post! Chance' skull bounces hard off of it as he drops down, clutching the area. Sabu then charges at him again, leaping atop the ring apron, then off again for a legdrop, dropping both legs right across the back of Confidence's neck! Sabu pops back to his feet, pointing once again. Chance groans, trying to rise back up to his feet. However Sabu continues to fight, kicking him right in the side of the ribs, Chance grasping at his chest, falling back down to the ground. Sabu then rolls him back into the ring, reaching underneath for a chair and tossing it into the ring, the chair landing on the back of Confidence's neck. Sabu then climbs back onto the ring apron, going for a Somersaulting Leg Drop, only for Chance to roll out of the way at the last second! Sabu groans, landing hard atop of the chair instead as Confidence gets to his feet now. Before you ask, yes... apparently this is taking place under " Extreme Rules "
Chance is back up, charging and taking down a rising Sabu with a dropkick right into the chest, rolling back to his feet, now taunting Sabu a bit, asking him to bring it on. The Death Defying Maniac takes that challenge, charging forward, right into a Drop Toe Hold, which Chance then turns a Single leg Boston Crab! Sabu gasps, quickly trying to get the ropes, but Confidence overpowering him, pulling him into the center of the ring as he applies the hold. The crowd boos, Confidence applying further pressure with each second. Before Sabu can even break the hold though, Chance does it himself, grabbing the same leg and smashing it repeatedly into the canvas! Sabu groans as Confidence lifts the leg up now, stomping right at it... trying to destroy Sabu's Vertical base so he can't do any of his insane high flying moves. The crowd boos as Chance walks over, slapping Sabu cockily on top of his skull, before lifting him up, dropping him down with a Shin Breaker... once again atop that already damaged leg! Sabu groans, dropping to the mat again, clutching his knee. Confidence smirks, grabbing the chair from earlier and setting it in the ring, mocking Sabu's finger point, then TOSSING it right into Sabu's chest, as he gasps in pain, clutching it now. Chance grins, lifting the chair up again and setting it up. He then charges forward, leaping off and hitting a Triple Jump Moonsault of his own, only landing, driving his knees right into Sabu's chest again. Chance quickly gets to his feet, clutching his aching skull a bit, now dragging Sabu over by that same leg to the ropes, propping the leg up and closing the chair around the ankle! He then springboards off the ropes into the air, coming down with a stomp across it! Sabu shows his great tolerance for pain, not making a peep. However Chance does the same move twice, this one enough to get a bit of a yelp of pain out of Sabu. His ankle may be completely shattered now.
Confidence hops off the ropes, lifting Sabu up once again... straddling him across the ropes! As Sabu clutches at his goodies, Chance grabs the chair again, once again setting it up right, bouncing off the ropes, leaping atop then at Sabu for a FLYING WHEEL KICK, cracking him right in the face!!! Chance lands on his back, clutching it a bit in pain, but not near as much pain as Sabu is apparently in. Chance yanks him off the ropes, grabbing his skull and SMASHING it right into the seat of the steel chair! He then lifts Sabu back up, driving him into it once again! Sabu has now been busted open, laying face first down in the chair. Confidence once again rolls out of the ring, grabbing...a table! He slides it into the ring, setting it up. He lifts Sabu to his feet, only to drop him with an Implant DDT to the mat! The crowd boos, Chance lifting up and rolling Sabu onto the table, flipping him on his stomach as he does so. He then grabs the chair, climbing atop the turnbuckle, and hits Sabu with his own move, the Arabian Facebuster! The table explodes as Chance rolls off and away from the debris, Sabu down and possibly out. However, Chance isn't done yet as he yanks Sabu to his feet once again, turn him around and laying him out with the Confidence Breaker! He smirks, covering him with his pinky finger. 1....2....
3!!! And Chance wins... dang it!
Announcer: Here is your winner...
Chance gets to his feet, shoving this nameless announcer out of the way, as he grabs the microphone.
Chance: YOUR WINNER OF THE MATCH... Chance...Confidence! Oh and here's a little piece of advice Taboo. Friends don't let friends stupidly challenge the GREATEST wrestler in the EWT.
Chance rolls out of the ring, clutching his forehead again... Sabu's early assault seeming to aggravated it a bit.
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Ratings
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Post by Ratings on Sept 3, 2006 10:44:59 GMT -5
EWT Ringside
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Toni "The Garc" Garcya is standing in the center of the ring while a masked man is waiting in the top right ring corner. Suddenly, "Keep On Liftin" by dj nagureo begins to play and as soon as Ratings steps out onto the entrance stage, the crowd boos viciously at him. After doing his usual entrance routine (kisses his index fingers and points to the sides, cuing fountains to shoot up), he makes his way towards the ring, flashing his usual cocky smile.
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Garcya: "The following contest is scheduled for one fall, with a twenty minute time limit. First, making his way to the ring; representing the Elite, from Palm Springs, California, weighing 221 pounds... Ratings!"
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As Ratings enters the ring and poses to the crowd, Garcya introduces his opponent to the audience.
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Garcya: "And his opponent; from Acapulco, Mexico; weighing 163 pounds... El Stingray!"
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While El Stingray stretches, Ratings quickly discards his entrance accessories and attacks his opponent. The referee cues the timekeeper to ring the bell, officially starting the match, while Ratings begins putting the boots to El Stingray in the corner. He drags his opponent up to his feet and whips his across the ring into bottom left ring post. El Stingray hits the turnbuckles hard and stumbles forward, where Ratings hits him a clothesline. Ratings picks up El Stingray and nails him with an inverted atomic drop. With his opponent stunned, Ratings hits the ropes and charges full speed at Stingray, taking him down with a front dropkick right to the face. Ratings shoots up to his feet a la Shawn Michaels and poses, much to the dislike of the EWT fans. Afterwards, he makes a halfhearted pin attempt.
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El Stingray easily kicks out even before the ref can count to two. Ratings stands up, dragging El Stringray up as well. He toys with his opponent for a few seconds before slapping him hard across the face and follows up with the "Name Dropper" (See Bio for move desc./gif). Another lukewarm pin attempt by Ratings.
1... 2...
This time, Ratings breaks the pin himself by raising El Stingray's head off the mat. He drags Stingray to his feet and directs him towards the ring ropes. He hits him with some chops to the chest and whips him to ropes on the opposite side of the ring. Ratings goes for a clothesline, but El Stingray ducks and upon returning, catches Ratings with a spinning head scissors takedown. Ratings gets back up to his feet in a daze and is knocked down again with a dropkick by El Stingray. Again, a stunned Ratings stands up and El Stingray capitalizes the situation with a hurricarana pin attempt.
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Ratings kicks out in time. El Stingray lets out a battle cry, which gets the crowd behind him. He lands a few punches to Ratings' head before running towards the top right ring post, jumps to the top turnbuckle and goes for a turning cross body press. But Ratings is there waiting for him and lands a superkick right to the chin of the airborne El Stingray. El Stingray lays motionless as Ratings stares down at him, furiously. He trash talks his downed opponent for a moment before backflipping towards the bottom left corner. Posed and ready, Ratings waits for the stunned El Stingray to stand up. Once he does, he charges towards him and hits "The Finale". Ratings covers El Stingray, hooking the leg as well, as the ref counts the pin attempt.
1... 2... 3! (bell rings)
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"Keep On Liftin'" plays once again as the ref raises Ratings' hand while Garcya makes the match's outcome official.
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Garcya: "Here is your winner... Ratings!"
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Ratings climbs to the second turnbuckle on the top right ring post and poses to the crowd. Before descending, he does the "belt around waist" motion, singling to the crowd that he wants EWT gold, no doubt the EWT Heavyweight title. He continues to pose as he heads to the back.
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Post by Ratings on Sept 3, 2006 10:58:26 GMT -5
FADE IN * Lance Strong is shown in a room where trophies of all kinds are placed around the area. A patriotic triumpet tune is played in the background. * Lance Strong: "This is my trophy room. This is where I keep all my accomplishments, whether it was baseball, football or my strongest sport, wrestling." * He picks up a large trophy with two freestyle wrestlers fighting as a headpiece. * Lance Strong: "This is my personal favorite, it's the one I won in college, the NCAA wrestling championship. Now I could say that I won it for my family, my friends, my team, but in reality, I won it for Old Glory. As long as I fight for good ol' U.S. of A, I'm unbeatable. I'm coming to EWT and I'm bringing the stars and stripes with me." * He looks to the camera and smiles. * Lance Strong: "My name is Lance Strong. American Strong." * ...is coming....
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Post by B.A. on Sept 3, 2006 11:46:45 GMT -5
Chimmel: The following match, is scheduled for one fall. *crowd cheers*
On the way to the ring, the....former...member of P.T.A....*remedy starts* from Washington, D.C., Eddie Omega!
Eddie runs out on the ramp and the crowd goes crazy. He takes off his shirt and throws it into the crowd. The crowd starts chanting his name as Eddie, who quit the P.T.A. wants to go ahead and extract revenge for being misused. He hops into the ring as pyro goes off. He walks over to chimmel and he's handed a mic.
"Let me say something real quick. You see, Pain...you and your team..the P.T.A. wanted me, you guys wanted Eddie Omega but Eddie Omega just noticed, well, he was to damn good for you. *crowd cheers* After our loss at the biggest PPV of all year, Crap-A-Mania, I now know that there's one thing that Eddie Omega missed mostly. And thats being the biggest thing. Now don't get me wrong, I still think I'm the best but uh..well, let me put it to you this way. I am going to go ahead and be the same, I am going to do what I do best and thats win..but now, Eddie Omega is now going solo. P.T.A., either you leave, * he points at the camera* or your days are numbered, and you know I don't give empty threats through promos, hell I've put more people in the hospital then anyone here. Matter of fact, I think they named a wing for me but I digress..
Do you know, that it is exactly..one year ago that Eddie Omega came into this federation! Do you know since then I've won 2 slammy's, put Spaz in the spotlight, and won the OX division championship in less then a month when I came! *crowd cheers some more*
*Pomp and circumstance starts*
A large man walks out on the stage, a very large man known as the Cancelar. Chimmel gets another mic,
Chimmel: Weighing at fivvvee hundred and fifteen pounds..THE CANCELER!!
Canceler steps over the top rope and he stares down at Omega who isn't a small man. The bell rings and Eddie is talking junk to what appears to be Canceler's chest. Eddie then begins to punch him but it has no effect, as Canceler just looks at Omega and with one hand pushes him into the ropes. He goes to grab Eddie but Eddie ducks and chops at Canceler but it still has no effect as Canceler levels Omega with a headbutt down to the canvas. He goes over to Eddie and picks him up before tossing him easily into the corner and choking him,
Ref: 1.....2.....3.....4....
Canceler breaks it off before going after the ref. The ref smartly moves out the way as Eddie tries to get back his breath. Canceler walks back over to Eddie and grabs his throat and lifts him off the ground as the audience oooo's and ahhh's at this. He picks Eddie up to the second rope and tosses him off from that height so much in fact that Eddie lands to the opposite corner. Eddie as a result is in bad shape. Eddie tries to get back up but another headbutt knocks him down. Canceler puts is foot on his chest but Eddie kicks out at the count of 2. Canceler then begins to walk over to the ropes where a bunch of fans are heckling him. Eddie grabs the ref and tries to help himself up as Canceler returns to pick Eddie up with one hand to his feet.
This time, Eddie begins to gouge his eyes as the audience cheers with approval. He then begins the Pledges but not in the corner but from standing. He pounds Canceler's legs with kicks until he's one knee. Eddie then runs to the ropes and is about to do a shining wizard until Canceler catches him and is about to do a chokeslam. He lifts Eddie up but Eddie reverses...into a DDT.!!
*Audience chants eddie repeatedly*
Canceler is dizzy but gets to his feet before Eddie has the chance to. Eddie then begins punches to the ribs of the Canceler. Before jabbing him in the throat, Eddie runs from one rope to another and chop blocks the big man. He climbs on his back and applies a chokehold to him. Canceler is up on his feet with Eddie around him still and he drives Eddie with him on his back into the turnbuckle but Eddie in pain won't let go. Canceler wonders back into the center of the ring as Eddie tries to sinch it in. He tries to reach for the ropes, but instead falls backwards with Eddie on his back putting all the weight on him. Eddie is out of breath and is lifeless in the corner as Canceler tries to regain himself. Both men struggle to get to their feet as Canceler grabs Eddie and chokelifts him in the air. Eddie counters the move into an armbar on the mat. His judo skills are coming in.
Canceler is in trouble but he uses his large body to crawl to the ropes while Eddie has to let go reluctantly. Omega now is hyping up the crowd as he smells blood. He tells Canceler to get up as Canceler shakes his head indicating he wants no more. Eddie turns around to look to the crowd and Canceler comes from behind and does a choke with both of his hands to Eddie's neck. Eddie tries to reach around, grabbing the ropes but in the confusion the ref gets knocked away unintentionally to the ground. Eddie is still trying to fumble around before he lifts his leg and does a low blow to the giant. The crowd likes this and begins to stand to their feet as Eddie removes the padding from the turnbuckle. He goes over to Canceler who is still in agony and dropkicks him from the back which drives Canceler's chest into the turnbuckle. Eddie then rolls up Canceler grabbing his tights. The ref recovers...
ref:1....2.....3...
The Crowd jump to their feet as Eddie roles out the ring, while the Canceler who know sees what happened is irate and angry as hell. He yells at the ref but the ref jumps over the top rope as Eddie smirks at Canceler from the ground. He pulled off an amazing victory in what seemed to be having him as the underdog of the competition.
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Post by Ultimo Chocula on Sept 3, 2006 12:34:17 GMT -5
(Backstage we see Ultimo slouching in a chair looking bummed out with Dusty Rhodes next to him for another fine interview. Wheeeee!!!!)
Dusty: "Hey there, folks! This is the AmmmmmmmmmmmericanDreamDuthtyRhodeth! Looky here! I here with Ul-tee-mo! He got that big ol' nasty Virus comin' up tonight! He big! He can hurtcha! He got that Infection that can ring your bell! Ul-tee-mo! How you gonna come at that big ol' sunnuvagun?"
UC: "Didn't you hear? The match got canceled."
Dusty: "Canceled? What they go and cancel the match fer?"
UC: "It seems that Virus still isn't cleared to wrestle so instead of rescheduling or giving me another opponent they just up and canceled my match this week since the brass at the EWT doesn't think to highly of my worth anymore. Isn't that a kick in the ghoulies?"
Dusty: "Oh no! Ul-tee-mo ain't gonna be on the muthaship tonight! He done got bamboozled! He got swerved! He got denied, you unnerstand! That ain't good! You gotta get back on that winnin' track! You gotta get back to that pay windah! When do we expect to see you back in that ring?"
UC: "Beats the hell out of me. Apparently I've been shoved so far down the card that it doesn't matter if I have a match or not. And do you want to know why?"
(Dusty nods. His second chin shakes like tapioca.)
UC: "Because I lost the match to Billy Ubermark. According to the higher ups that was my last chance at coming up big at a PPV. If I had won, who knows, I might have had a shot at the Tri State or OX title, but now I'm in the green room with Buddy Lee Parker and Disorderly Conduct wondering who I'm going to get fed to this week. (lets out a large sigh and shrugs) You know something, Dusty?"
Dusty: "I know a lotta thangs!"
UC: "That was a hypothetical question, lard tard. Things have been so lousy for me lately that I just don't care anymore. Yeah, I lost to Billy Ubermark and I missed out on my last chance at a decent push, and I'm being buried on Saturday Night, and my best friend ditched me and left me with............you."
Dusty: "I'm justa common man!"
UC: "You're a common 12 men. My point is........who cares? Does anyone give two hoots about me anymore? If I showed up on a flagship show tomorrow would people say "Look! There's Ultimo! I'm going to cheer for him like never before because he's a cool guy!" or would they say, "Look. It's Ultimo. I'm gonna take a leak." You see? It just doesn't matter. I've been here over a year and I'm no better off than the man on the moon.'
Dusty: "Max Moon?"
UC: "No, not..........forget it. I'm too depressed to even give you the business."
Dusty: "Ooh! You depressed, is ya? Well The Dream knows how to make you feel all fat and happy, Jack! You got the disease but ol' Dusty has the cure! Get ready! Here we go!"
(Dusty's "American Dream" theme music comes on and he jumps up and does his jiggly dance, making goofy faces and hooting the whole time. UC slinks down into his chair and makes the gun gesture with his hand, shooting himself in the head. This goes on for another minute before the next segment comes on.)
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Post by crauswell on Sept 4, 2006 8:03:54 GMT -5
The crowd is silent getting ready for another match/segment, when suddenly... the lights dim... shortly after a huge pyrotechnic blast going off as Broken Wings starts up, the crowd giving a nice reaction as the Gryphon makes his way down to the ring.
Announcer: Ladies and Gentlemen... please welcome one of the newest EWT Legends, Crauswell!
Crauswell heads down the rampway, looking as he always has, except perhaps his little suit looks clean. He ignores the fans cheering and booing, rolling into the ring and walking over to the announcer, grabbing his microphone as he gets down on both knees, spreading his wings, dropping them as he gets to his feet.
Crauswell: ... I have returned. After my month long hiatus, I had time to gather my thoughts, to reflect on my past ring performances, briefly returning the night before Crapmania 3 to receive the illustrious honor of being inducted into the EWT Hall of Fame. And now, I am back... I have returned to once again show my animalistic instincts in the ring and to show all of my enemies, just how powerful " furries " can be!
The crowd keeps up with the mixed reaction.
Crauswell: You see, whether I was dominating over seven other men at the Toolshed Invitational, whether I was decimating that arrogant Brit, Chance Confidence, whether I was facing that annoying little man Curly Long and his partner Mr Big, or whether I was just destroying one of my unlucky opponents. The fact is... in each of those situations, I never gave up control... I kept my enemy on their guard... and I didn't even give them the chance to defend themselves when they had it! You see... THAT is how you win matches.
The crowd starts to seem more boo heavy now as they remember just how much they hate this guy.
Crauswell: You see... as of right now, I shall unleash a storm of fury on my opponents, I shall beat them till they can no longer stand, and finally... when I have done all of this, I will strike my enemies down! For you see... I am a predator in this domain that is the EWT and predators show no mercy.
The crowd continues to increase in booing.
Crauswell: There will be no more hiatuses for me... there will be no more waits for my desire to devour competition any longer, this coming week... when I return to action, I will remind you all JUST HOW DOMINANT I AM!!!
Crauswell tosses down the microphone as he proceeds to exit the ring, heading up the ramp way as we fade to commercial.
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Post by Poker Joker on Sept 4, 2006 10:18:11 GMT -5
(The scene opens up in the back area of the E.W.T. arena. Josh Mathews is standing there with microphone in hand, ready to conduct his next interview. Beside him stands Billy "The Virgin" Ubermark, who is dressed in his street clothes. He has his leather jacket from his HBMS days on over a black t-shirt, and has a slight grin on his face. Mathews checks his earpiece for a second and then begins the interview)
*MATHEWS*: Hello, wrestling fans! I'm Josh Mathews for E.W.T. Television, and I'm standin here with the man who is soon challenge Spaz for the E.W.T. World Championship, the one and only Billy "The Virgin" Ubermark! Billy, this is a huge match for you! Ever since you won your match at Crap-A-Mania, you've been calling out the current champ! Now that you've got your match, what are your thoughts on this situation?
(Billy smiles as Josh holds the microphone over to him.)
*BU*: My thoughts on this match, Josh? My thoughts are that this match is LONG over-due! There isn't a person in this company that can make an argument against my being one of the top competitors in this company! I'm a former Tag-Team Champion, I'm was one of the greatest Tri-State Champions of all time, and I'm all-around one of the most tallented and exciting wrestlers ever to set foot in an E.W.T. ring! Yet, while I'm wrestling clowns and has-beens and never-will-bes in matches that aren't even close to my level of competition, the World Champion is out defending his title against cushy opponents, week after week! Well, this week, things change for the both of us! This week I finally get my long awaited chance at becoming the World Champion, and Spaz finally gets someone who is actually WORTHY of challenging for his belt!
(Josh Mathews scratches his head for a moment after Billy finishes.)
*MATHEWS*: Billy, you keep saying that this match is long over-due for you. Why do you think that is?
(The smile fades from Billy's lips as he looks over at Josh with a hurt look.)
*BU*: Why do I think that is? I'll tell you why it is. Its clearly because of Virgin Discrimination. I mean, look at how long I've been in this company. Look at the list of names of people I've taken on and beaten in the middle of that ring. Its like a who's who of wrestling rosters. Look at the matches I've had here in the E.W.T. Dog Chain matches..... Scramble Cage matches.... No Disqualification matches.... Elimination Chamber matches.... the list goes on and on. And almost every time I've come out on top. I've raised the bar on both of the major titles I've carried in this company. Why else wouldn't I be given a shot at the top prize in this company, except because somebody doesn't want to see a Virgin take home the World Championship!
*MATHEWS*: OK. Well, assuming that's true, who would you say that someone is?
(Billy chuckles for a moment.)
*BU*: Well, that's a pretty simple question, Josh. Obviously, its got to be Spaz, himself!
(Josh Mathews seems surprized by this comment of Billy's and actually jumps for asecond.)
*MATHEWS*: Spaz?!
*BU*: That's right! Spaz, himself, is partially behind the fact that I haven't gotten a title shot before this. Its obvious that he can see the writing on the wall. If you're the World Champion, you don't step into the ring with a wrestler of my caliber and immediately think that you're going to walk out that same belt you came in with. Oh, no! Its always in the back of your mind that this guy has the potential to beat you and become the next champ. But what if that person is someone you can't stand? What if that person is someone you couldn't bare to see with your World Championship? What if that person is someone you've been trying to hold back from the belt, like... say... a VIRGIN! Well, then you'll probably do everything you can to keep from having to face that guy in the ring. Including taking matches with less-deserving competitors..... just like Spaz has been doing.
(Billy turns from Josh Mathews and faces the camera straight-on.)
*BU*: Spaz! Your string of easy title defenses is finally over! You've had it easy for way, too long! In fact, its been so long since you've had a real challenge for the World Title, that I personally don't think you should be called the World Champ anymore! But I'm going to take care of that. Because soon, you're going to finally step into the ring with someone who actually DESERVES to have a shot at the World Championship.... ME! And when you step out of the ring, you won't be the World Champion, anymore.... I WILL BE!
(The camera zooms in slightly on Billy, as Billy grabs Mathews microphone and holds it up close to his mouth.)
That's right, Spaz! After this match, I will be the new E.W.T. World Champion! And once that happens, we'll both get what we deserve: For me, I'll finally get the respect that I've earned but never received. Finally, people will no longer just see me as a virgin, but as the epitome of greatness in this company, that I am. And as for you, people will see you for what you really are.... not a World Champ, but a second-rate chump. Get ready, Spaz! Because the Year of the Virgin has only just begun, and already its about to hit a high note! And you're going to be right there when it does.... lying flat on your back in the middle of that ring!
(The camera zooms back out as Billy hands the microphone back to Josh, and walks off. Josh puts a hand up to his earpiece and turns back to the camera after Billy leaves.)
*MATHEWS*: There you go! Billy "The Virgin" Ubermark! He's going to be challenge Spaz, soon, for the E.W.T. World Title, and this should prove to be one hell of a match! For E.W.T. Television, this has been Josh Mathews! So long!
(Mathews looks into the camera for a second or two as the scene fades to black.)
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Sajoa Moe
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A man without gimmick.
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Post by Sajoa Moe on Sept 4, 2006 14:29:36 GMT -5
Great Hugo emerges from the curtain. He walks by the ringside camera and says...
Hugo: Are you watching, Chance?
Announcer: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Currently in the ring, weighing 285 pounds and currently hailing from Japan, Great Hugo!
Hugo gets into the ring as "Man in the Box" hits and the crowd explodes for Tommy Dreamer.
Announcer: And from Yonkers, New York, weighing in at 240 pounds, Tommy Dreamer!
Dreamer rolls into the ring and poses with his kendo stick. Hugo nods in approval.
Dreamer and Hugo meet in the center of the ring. Hugo offers his hand to Dreamer. Dreamer hesitates, but then reaches out and shakes Hugo's hand. The crowd applauds.
Dreamer and Hugo lock up. Dreamer tries to push at Hugo, but Hugo shoves him off. Dreamer gets back to his feet. He locks up again and goes behind Hugo, but Hugo counters with a hip toss. Dreamer slowly gets to his feet again, but then he rushes at Hugo. Hugo presses Dreamer above his head, and tosses him to the outside. The crowd applauds. Dreamer starts to get frustrated.
As Hugo turns around to confer with the referee, Dreamer pulls out his kendo stick. He waits for Hugo to turn around. When he does, Dreamer swings the stick at him. Hugo grabs the stick, and in one fluid motion, he pulls the stick and Dreamer towards him and hits a belly-to-back slam.
Hugo seems rather annoyed that Dreamer would go against the rules in such a way. His normal calm and calculated in-ring demeanor has turned into a sneer. He picks up Dreamer and hits him with a stiff powerbomb. Dreamer screams in agony. He then picks up Dreamer, whips him across the ring, and hits him with Hurricane Hugo. He goes for the cover.
1...2...3.
Announcer: Here is your winner...Great Hugo!
Hugo takes a microphone.
Hugo: Tommy Dreamer, it had to be done. You decided to try and defeat me by dishonorable means, and thus you have paid the price.
Chance Confidence. Here you see what happens when a dishonorable man crosses me. If you are prepared to step into the ring with me again, in a straightforward wrestling match, with no gimmicks, no weapons, simply a test of who is the better man in this ring, then you know where to find me.
Hugo drops the mic and leaves.
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Post by teamireland on Sept 4, 2006 17:35:14 GMT -5
*That by now familiar Rockin' version of "Amhrán na bhFiann" plays over the EWT sound system as Team Ireland make their way to the ring, wearing their usual Gaelic shirts with numbers printed on the back. Coach O'Hare is waving a Hurley with an Irish Tricolour attached to it. The team stop about halfway down the ramp and raise their arms in the air as their green, white & gold pyro goes off . The crowd boos Team Ireland with a passion.*
Toni "The Garc" Garcya: The following tag-team contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, at a combined weight of 423lbs, being accompanied by Coach O'Hare, proudly representing their home country of Ireland, Aidan Donnelly & Liam O'Neill. TEAM IRELAND!
*That unbelievably upbeat version of "If You’re Happy & You Know It, Clap Your Hands" plays over the Toomitron & the crowd boos even louder than before as Dr. Vivian Anemone appears on the ramp with a huge grin on her face. She begins waving wildly to the crowd.* Dr. Vivian: Hello boys & girls. Are you ready to smile? Crowd: F*** OFF! Dr. Vivian:[obviously hearing what she wants] Well, I’m glad to hear it! Now here are my two lovely boys, two future EWT tag-team champions… THE SUNSHINE SQUAD!
*Hal & Sal make their way onto the entrance ramp jumping up & down with glee & high fiving eachother. Dancing their way down to the ring like a pair of idiots, Hal & Sal hold the ropes open for Dr. Vivian. Once in the ring the two men stand to attention.*
Dr. Vivian: ROLL CALL! Sal: SMILEY SAL! *Sal puts his arms out to his sides & runs around imitating an airplane.* Hal: HAPPY HAL! *Hal does a happy little Irish jig after which he waves at Team Ireland.* Both: and together we are… THE SUNSHINE SQUAD!
*Coach O'Hare has clearly had enough of this upbeat jiggery-pokery & grabs a mic in order to express his own views. The crowd boos before he can even speak.*
O'Hare: Well, that’s some, um…, impressive dancing you've got there. Too bad that this isn't a dance contest. We're here to have a wrestling match, not for all this nonsense. You lads may go back to Nickelodeon or wherever the hell you came from 'cause you sure as hell don’t belong fighting alongside athletes the caliber of Aidan & Liam in an EWT ring! *O’Hare turns, directly addressing Vivian now.* O'Hare: As for you, love. Well, I must say that, unlike your two "friends" there, I hope that you stick around. I was hoping to ask this after the match, but I just can’t wait. I was wondering if…y’know…sometime, maybe you & I could…like…uh…go out somewhere. *The crowd are embarrassed by O'Hare's awful chat-up technique & Dr. Vivian is clearly less than impressed. She continues grinning as always, but also has a somewhat creeped-out look on her face.* Dr. Vivian: Um… well, Pat, I would love to, but… *Vivian is struggling to come up with some way of letting O'Hare down gently, but is too weirded out to come up with something on the spot. She makes a signal behind her back & Hal & Sal attack Liam & Aidan as the good doctor quickly makes her way out of the ring. O'Hare also makes his exit on the opposite side of the ring.*
Nick Russ: Geez! That’s one of the most toe-curlingly awful things I’ve ever witnessed! O'Hare is such an idiot! Why would he want to go out with a grinning freak like Dr. Vivian Anemone anyway? "The Lord" Jerome East: Are you kidding? Vivian is easily one of the most attractive GND's on the EWT roster. I was trying to get her number myself the other night. Russ: What happened? East: Hal & Sal pounded on me 'til I left their locker-room.
*Back in the ring, the Squad's beatdown of Liam & Aidan continues. The referee isn't having a lot of luck in getting any of these men to leave the ring. Eventually he gets in between Liam & Hal forcing both men to go to their respective corners. Aidan Donnelly manages to avoid a clubbing blow from Sal & begins to fight back, nailing the big man with an impressive dropkick to the back. Sal is down, but not for long. He gets to his feet again & grabbing Donnelly hefting him up for a backbreaker. Sal brings Donnelly's spine down across his knee & Aidan groans in agony. Sal lets Donnelly drop to the mat then makes a tag to Hal.*
*On the outside O'Hare is still attempting to chat-up Dr. Vivian. He removes his phone from his pocket & begins shouting out his number telling Dr. Vivian to write it down or store it in her own phone. She puts her hand up in his face & keeps moving around the ring to avoid O'Hare. But he is persistent & continues to follow her.* Russ: When will O'Hare get the message? Vivian clearly isn’t interested in anything he says. East: Well I wish the coach all the best. He’ll be a lucky guy if he manages to snare Vivian.
*Meanwhile, Hal has begun going to work on Donnelly. He lifts Donnelly up into a suplex & holds him there for a few seconds. However, Donnelly’s legs can be seen kicking & Aidan manages to reverse the suplex & lands one of his own on Hal. The move clearly caused Donnelly some pain as he can be seen holding his back immediately afterwards. He hastily makes a tag to O'Neill who climbs to the top of the ringpost, waiting for Hal to stand up again. When Hal arises he makes a beeline for the Team Ireland corner, but O'Neill comes flying from the ringpost with a missile dropkick, knocking Hal back down again. Hal rolls over onto his stomach in order to push himself up, but O'Neill begins dropping elbows onto Hal's back, then kneeing him in the ribs. After that Liam begins smashing Hal's left knee onto the mat repeatedly. He rolls Hal over so he’s on his back again then begins to apply the Irish Shamrock Leaf, digging his knee into Hal’s lower back.*
*Outside the ring, O'Hare continues his attempts at wooing Dr. Vivian. He begins blowing her kisses & makes a signal to the back. Sean McCann comes down the ramp & hands O'Hare a plastic shopping bag. O'Hare then tells him to return to the back & reaches into the bag producing a box of chocolates to give to Dr. Vivian.*
Russ: The last thing Dr. Vivian needs is MORE sugar!
*Hal groans, struggling to fight out of the Submission as Liam continues to dig his knee right into Hal's lower back area, Hal struggling to break free. He starts slowly crawling towards the bottom rope, gasping and lunging out, managing to barely grab onto it, forcing Liam to break the submission. Angrily, the Team Ireland member kicks the ropes after doing so. He charges at Hal, trying to grab him again, this time by the left leg, only for Hal to somehow power out, shoving him back with his foot. He crawls back over, tagging in his tag team partner as Liam manages to do so himself.*
*Sal charges into the ring, having recovered from his earlier attack, running full speed and nearly OBLITERATING Donnelly with a Lariat clothesline, before turning around, running off the ropes, coming back off them and dropping a quick leg drop across his opponent's throat, Donnelly gasping and clutching at the area. Sal quickly gets to his feet, dropping a second quick leg drop across the throat, before getting back up, hoisting Donnelly up from off the mat, whipping him full speed into his own corner of the ring. Aidan groans, slamming hard into the back of the turnbuckle, clutching his back now as Sal charges full speed, ENGULFING him with a running splash into the corner, smooshing Donnelly with his size. Sal reaches over, tagging in Hal who enters the ring now.*
*The two pull Aidan out of the corner, whipping him off the ropes, catching him as he comes back with a double back body drop, only for Aidan to show great resistance, landing on his feet and running back off the ropes! He charges back at the Sunshine Squad, big mistake. Sal and Hal catch him in mid run in another stalling suplex, two man this time, next walking over to the ropes, dropping Aidan across them, then slinging him back for a two man slingshot suplex! Aidan crashes to the ground, clutching his spine area in pain as Hal and Sal high five. The two then charge at Liam, attempting to knock him off the apron with a double big boot, but O'Neill seeing it coming and hopping off to the ground wisely. Eventually Sal is forced to exit as Hal is in the ring once again. He walks over to Aidan, hoisting him up to his feet now. He lifts him up high, spinning around in circles and delivering a devastating High Angle Spine Buster! Donnelly gasps in pain, clutching his back further as now Hal walks over, rolling him onto his own stomatch, stomping right into his spine and reaching down, grabbing and now pulling at his arms for some kind of standing bow and arrow lock. Aidan groans, as he feels further pressure being applied to his back. Liam vaults into the ring now, jumping on Hal's back and applying a sleeper hold, clinging to his back! Sal then runs in shortly afterwards, getting behind and applying a Gutwrench to the elevated Liam... now three submissions being applied at once! Aidan struggles, using his legs and trapping Sal in a leg lace now, trying to topple him and break his hold on Aidan. The four men struggle in the ring as now both O'Hare and Anemone forget, leaning into the ring and looking on briefly. After about a minute of this, Hal succumbs to Liam's sleeper... who starts to feel the effects of Sal's Gutwrench, and Aidan is struggling to escape Hal's own hold. Soon after, all four men go down to the mat as Donnelly manages to bring down Sal... all four men now down on the mat.* Russ: My word! Have you ever seen anything like that? A... a quadruple submission. In credible!
*Sal is the first to his feet, followed soon after by Liam. The faster Liam charges forward, now kicking at Sal's legs with Lightning Fast speed, Sal stumbling back a bit with each kick. Eventually backing him against the ropes, Liam delivers a nasty Roundhouse, the force sending Sal right over the top ropes! Liam smirks, bragging to the crowd, until Hal gets back up, grabbing and throwing him out right after, Liam crashing and burning right next to the fallen Sal. Aidan is back up though, unbeknownst to Hal, as he turns around... just in time to meet him. Aidan leaps up, going for a high dropkick right to the face, nailing Hal and sending him stumbling back Donnelly then charges full speed, only for Hal to move out of the way at the last minute, grabbing his opponent when his back is turned and hitting a HUGE German Release Suplex! Aidan goes sailing across the ring, slamming hard into the mat! Hal rolls out of the ring now, helping up his tag team partner Sal, two entering the ring together.*
*Aidan groans, slowly rising to his feet, turning around into a hard two man irish whip into the Corner! Sal then whips Hal full speed, who nails another Splash in the corner, bringing Aidan to the bottom of the turnbuckle. The two men than proceed to " Put a Smile on his face " delivering the face wash, then backing up and following with that double running boot to the face, Aidan's neck slamming hard into the back of the post! The two man yank him up out of the corner whipping him off the ropes once again, Sal catching him with a High Angle One Handed Back Breaker, setting Aidan on his feet, tossing him into Hal who follows up with a a high angle one armed back breaker! Liam gets back to his feet, getting on the apron, but the Squad sees him coming, grabbing Aidan and gripping him tight, using him as a battering ram, knocking Liam off the ring apron, skull slamming hard into the barricade! The squad then proceed to apply the Group Hug, Aidan lasting as long as he can in the hold, but just like everyone else... he eventually submits... being hurled to the ground.
Down goes another team at the hands of the Sunshine Squad.*
Toni "The Garc" Garcya: Your winner of the match... as a result of submission, the Sunshine Squad!
East: Rack up another win for the Sunshine Squad! These guys are looking unstoppable!
*Hal and Sal leap up, giving each other ten as they proceed to exit the ring, Coach O'Hare, giving Vivian his phone number... or attempting to as she simply walks off ignoring him. Angrily, O'Hare rolls into the ring, taking his frustrations out by chewing out his Team Ireland boys, mostly Liam since he's the most conscious.*
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Post by Gasoline: Gen. Tech Member on Sept 4, 2006 18:27:20 GMT -5
Ring Announcer: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, in the ring, VINNIE VEGAS!
*Vinnie Vegas waves to the crowd and gets the Conway Pop in return. "Gas Power" hits and the crowd wakes up*
RA: And his opponent, from Buffalo, New York, weighing in at 323 lbs., he is a member of Generation Tech, "BIG DADDY" GASOLINE!
*Gasoline walks out with a stern look on his face as the fans pop loudly. He gets into the ring and attacks Vinnie Vegas*
The bell rings to start the match. Gas hits Vegas with a barrage of lefts and rights. He whips him to the ropes and takes him down with a sidewalk slam. Vegas gets up and runs at him, but Gas hits him with a big boot. Vegas stumbles back a bit, so Gas runs at him with a spear. He waits for Vegas to get up, then hits him with the Gas Bomb. He goes for a cover.
1... 2...
3! *Bell rings*
RA: Here is your winner, "BIG DADDY" GASOLINE!
*The ref raises Gas's arm in victory, but Gas snatches it away, glaring at the ref. He leaves the ring and heads to the back, not hi-fiving fans like he usually does*
*Cut to the next segment*
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Post by Chrysta on Sept 4, 2006 19:08:49 GMT -5
Senzafine plays as Chrysta and Ms. White enter the arena, Ms. White very excited, whereas Chrysta has her usual cold look.*
Chimel: The following contest is for the EWT GND Championship! Mking her way to the ring first is the challenger, being accompanied to the ring by Chrysta…Ms. WHITE!
*As White steps into the ring, Chrysta holds the ropes down for her. They stand in the ring’s center, and kiss passionately. As the music fades “What You Waiting For?” plays as the crowd looks on, waiting for the new GND champion to come out.*
Chimel: And the opponent, she is the Girl Next Door Champion…Rachel! Leigh!! COOK!
*A few seconds pass, and nothing. Her music continues playing.*
Chimel: And the opponent…Rachel! Leigh! COOK!
*A few more seconds, and nothing.*
Chimel: Ladies and gentlemen, I’m sorry to say that the GND Champion has not shown up yet. The ref will give her until the count of ten, and if she’s not out by then, the winner by default will be Ms. White!
1! 2! 3! 4! 5! 6! 7! 8! 9! 10!
*The bell rings, and Ms. White’s arm is raised, though she’s disappointed in this. Chrysta takes the mic from Chimel.*
Chrysta: Since the so-called Girl Next Door has not shown up, thus giving Ms. White a victory in EWT…I have something to say.
Ms. White…although you won this match due to technicality, I’m happy for you. In fact…I always feel this…emotion, as it were…whenever I’m with you.
*Ms. White looks at Chrysta, confused where she’s coming from with all this.*
Chrysta: After I had saved you from your attack from the Connection, you showed me…affection. The same happened after I saved you from your former “stalker”, Ms. James. You showed that you care for me, Ms. White. Nobody…only my mother, but since her death, nobody has ever shown that much love and affection towards me. This…”love”, as it’s called, has made me realize emotions. Even as I battled dear Linda for the Ragnal namesake…
*The fans chant out “SHE’S NO RAGNAL!”*
Chrysta: If I may continue…as I had battled Linda, even then I felt empty. When I was victorious against her, it seemed a hollow victory. But you…only you have ever made me feel emotions…be them good, or bad. All of this, Ms. White…has made me come to a conclusion.
*Chrysta gets down on one knee.*
Chrysta: Ms. White…I love you. And this feeling of love I have for you…it has assured me I want to spend my life with you. I suppose what I am saying is-
*Before she can talk any further, she’s interrupted by Wendi Richter’s music. Chrysta turns her attention to her, and as Wendi gets in the ring…
CRACK!
Chrysta has slammed a steel chair into Wendi’s arm as she steps through the ropes. Taking this as a Frozen Code match, the ref rings the bell. Chrysta steps outside the ring, and immediately puts the Frostbite onto Wendi. Within seconds, she taps. Chrysta tosses Wendi aside, and gets back inside the ring.*
Chrysta: I apologize for such…a rude interruption…but now…it is time to…”pop the question”, as they say.
*Chrysta gets on one knee, facing Ms. White, and pulls a small box out of her ring attire. Chrysta opens the box and reveals…a ring.*
Chrysta: Ms. White…Will you do me the honor…of forever being my life partner?
*Ms. White looks taken away by this, and the fans begin to go nuts. Still surprised, Ms. White clutches her chest, and after a few seconds of silence, she gently takes Chrysta’s mic, and answers…*
White: Chrysta…I remember when you first came to EWT…I still had a sour taste in my mouth after what had happened to me…I hated what they did to me…and that first month of being your manager…I hated it.
*Chrysta stares on, her expression not changing, as the crowd seems to boo.*
White: I hated it because I knew you were right…I didn’t hate EWT. I loved it…and I would have hated to leave the way I did. And then…and then that whole mess with the Connection happened…I wanted to thank you for saving me. I just…I appreciated what you did for me. And when you were the GND champion…I was so proud for you. And then…and then that crash occurred….You were frozen into a block of ice. Oh God, I missed you so much when that happened…and it’s been almost…almost a year since you and I first teamed up.
*Chrysta nods her head in assurance.*
White: Chrysta…I’m really taken away by this. I don’t…I don’t know what to say.
*Surprisingly, the fans chant out “Please say yes! Please say yes!” Ms. White looks around, knowing what to say thanks to the fans.*
White: Oh…why not? Chrysta…after spending a year with you…nothing could satisfy me more…
...than becoming your wife.
*For possibly the second time in her EWT career, the Ice Queen smiles. She gets to her feet and hugs Ms. White, who’s tears are flowing down her face. Chrysta takes White’s hand, and places the ring on her finger. They kiss passionately once more as Senzafine plays over the PA, and then leave the ring, hand in hand, as White shows off her ring to the fans as they head towards the back.*
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Spyke the Pacers Fan
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Still hates himself for missing the last episode of Murder She Wrote
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Post by Spyke the Pacers Fan on Sept 5, 2006 9:29:54 GMT -5
*After a quick commercial break we are back. "Galvanize" hits and Spyke Johannson hits the stage, to an enormous pop, with the Toolshed Title slung over his right shoulder. Spyke walks down to the ring with a microphone in hand.*
Spyke: "Seems as if Rachael missed her GND Title defense. Hmmm, wonder where she is? It's a shame, because I really wanted her out here for this. You see, Miss Cook thinks that she's getting some kind of fat bonus for technically leading me to the Toolshed Title. But that is not the case. Let me show you."
*Spyke pulls out some papers from his pocket.*
Spyke: "This here is Rachael Leigh Cook's contract. And this second page is her managerial contract. Now this managerial contract is only for 6 months. Here's the kicker, and the part she won't be happy about. This contract is signed by her and myself, before I knew she was a money-grubbing two-timer, and dated... February 26th, 2006. Which means, that this managerial contract expired 1 day before Crap-A-Mania III, where as you know I won the Toolshed Title. This means, no big bonus for you, and you are no longer my manager!"
*The crowd cheers, and join together in a chant of "Na-na-na-na hey-hey goodbye!" Despite the fact she isn't in the arena.*
Spyke: "Yeahhhh, that's too bad for you, Rachael. You should have payed more attention to that. Now then, I have a match against the Big Show, so bring him out!"
*The Big Show's theme hits the speakers, but after a few moments, the Big Show doesn't come out either, just like Rachael in the match before. Suddenly, on the Toomitron, a camera is shown backstage in one of the locker rooms. There, sits RLC in a pile of money holding a glass of champagne. The crowd boos at the sight of her. She looks into the camera and speaks.*
RLC: "Oh hello, Spyke. Yes it is true, our little management deal expired the day before CAM III. I knew that. I noticed it the day it expired. But I could have renewed it, and forge your signature, but I didn't. You see, I fell into a more... lucrative deal. You see, in addition to the nice little payday I get for being GND Champion, I also now get a bonus for managing some select WWE Superstars when they appear here in EWT. It's an even bigger bonus than the milk money I would have made being your manager, since I'd be managing multiple superstars. Oh, and the deal I worked out? I only manage WWE Superstars that compete against you. So turn around, your match is about to begin!"
*The camera on the Toomitron cuts off. Spyke turns around and there is Big Show and Rachael Leigh Cook! Big Show holds a chair above his head like he's gonna smash Spyke with it, but Spyke kicks Big Show in the mid-section, and the bell rings to start the match!*
*bell dings*
Spyke pounds on Show's back while he's hunched over, trying to keep the big man down. Spyke bounces of the rope and hits a dropkick, dropping Show backwards onto his back. Spyke goes to the outside and grabs a chair, but RLC tries to stop him. Suddenly, Rosa appears from out of the crowd, turns RLC around and drops her with a Caporeia Kick! Meanwhile, Spyke climbs to the top rope, and waits for Big Show, who is on one knee at this point, to get to his feet. Show finally stands and Spyke hits him with a VanDaminator. Spyke then stands Big Show up, and hits the SwedeDT right onto the chair! Spyke with the cover!
1!
2!
3!
*bell dings*
Lillian Garcia: "Here is your winner and STILL EWT Toolshed Champion, Spyke Johannson!"
*By this time Rosa and RLC have been separated and taken to the back, so they are no longer at ringside. Spyke holds up the Toolshed Title, and walks to the back a little disappointed that RLC is still in his life, but dances for the crowd, in celebration of his win. Fade to commercial.*
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Post by Mystery on Sept 5, 2006 10:13:37 GMT -5
Announcer: This next contest is scheduled for one fall. Making her way to the ring first, here is Ashley Massaro. And her opponent, making her EWT return...Mystery.
*Ashley jumps to the ring, looking her best as puuuuuuuuuuuunk as she could be. As she's jumping down the aisle, she's nailed from behind by Mystery with a forearm. Mystery picks up Ashley by the hair & drags her, ramming her head into the ring apron. Mystery then grabs Ashley & throws her into the ring post. Mystery gets on the apron & runs off it, nailing a elbow drop. Mystery grabs Ashley & rolls her into the ring. Mystery gets in the ring & gets on top of Ashley for a pin fall. As the referee counts 1-2....Mystery pulls up Ashley by the hair, gets on her feet, & throws Ashley into the ropes. As Ashley bounces back, Mystery nails her with a Mandible Claw & takes her down into a pin, with her fingers still in Ashley's mouth. The referee counts 1-2-3 since Ashley's shoulders are down. Mystery gets to her feet & drops down in the corner as her music plays. Mystery rocks back & forth in the corner, speaking.*
Sunshine, lollipops and rainbows Everything thats wonderful is what I feel When we're together. Brighter than a lucky penny. When you're near the raindrops disappears Dear and I feel so fine. Just to know that you are mine. My life is sunshine, lollipops and rainbows That's how this refrain goes. So come on, join in. Everybody. Sunshine, lollipops and rainbows Everything thats wonderful is sure to come your way When you're in love to stay. Sunshine, lollipops and rainbows Everything that's wonderful is what I feel When we're together. Brighter than a lucky penny. When you're near the raindrops disappears Dear and I feel so fine. Just to know that you are mine. My life is sunshine, lollipops and rainbows Thats how this refrain goes. So come on, join in. Everybody. Sunshine, lollipops and rainbows Everything thats wonderful is sure to come your way Cause you're in love, you're in love And love is here to stay!
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Post by mistereddy on Sept 5, 2006 10:32:16 GMT -5
:This strange man comes walking into the shot. He's wearing skin-tight leather pants, a rainbow shirt, & a bandana on his head. He has a lollipop in his mouth.:
Hello. I am Eduardo Ghae. And I am here today to show all you people just how fun it is to be happy. For you see, I have watched this little boys in their skimpy shorts rolling around on the mat all hot & sweaty and I do not like what I see. Why do I not like what I see?
Because it is not with me. For you see, these little boys, they do not know how to properly wrestle. And I, I do know how to properly wrestle. And I will give each & every one of you a spanking in the ring that you will never forget.
When I step into that ring EWT boys, I will most certainly be the reigning man. ..Hallelujah!!!
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Post by chanceconfidence on Sept 5, 2006 11:11:26 GMT -5
Chance Confidence is standing by backstage, with Sum Guy.
Sum: I'm Sum Guy and...
Chance:*In a Mocking Tone* ... I have another stupid random obscure pointless fact to tell everyone!
Sum looks over, surprised.
Sum: How'd ya know?!
Chance sighs, smacking Sum across the face, before looking at him.
Chance: Summy... were you ever dropped on your head when you were a child?
Sum: As a matter of fact... I was! Once when my dad dropped me down that well... then that time mom waxed the kitchen floor and I walked in to get some Fig Newtons... then there was the time my grandmother yelled at me for shaving the dog, so she beat me in the head with her heavy purse...
Chance groans, holding his hand over his face as Sum tells everyone about his horrible abusive life. Eventually though...
Sum: ... and that's why Mom never let me dye my hair pink.
Chance: Ok, just shut up and interview me. Then GET OUT OF MY SIGHT!
Sum nods.
Sum: Okay then... so Chance, as everyone knows, you were victorious as Crapamania 3 and became the number one contender to the Toolshed Championship. But it seems... Great Hugo has a problem with you.
Chance looks over.
Chance: Hugo... Hugo... the oversized luchador guy? Oh yeah... he's a bloody joke. The only reason I even had to face him was because I was forced into it. But now that I am the number one contender, well Hugo, we're through. I was victorious in that barbwire match gruesome, you were not. End of story... too bad, so sad. Besides... you see what I did to Kazoo out there? I beat em senselessly... using my vast and extraordinary amount of talent. Do you really... want to get your pathetic oversized ass handed back to you again?
Chance smirks, walking off as Sum looks on.
Sum: Well... I'm Sum Guy and I wear silk undergarments.
Fade to the next segment.
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Post by #Classic Hi-Definition X on Sept 5, 2006 11:53:16 GMT -5
*We cut to HBH's dressing room. Cherry has a worried look on her face*
Cherry: But Bret, you just got done wrestling a TLC match and nearly killed yourself. Are you sure you want to do this?
HBH: Of course I'm sure. I'm going to prove to everyone that Mike holding that title is nothing more than a fluke. The way my legendary 4-month title reign ended was nothing short of a pile of cow manure, and I will not stand for that.
Cherry: I understand that, but...I worried about you. I don't want to see you get seriously hurt.
HBH: Relax, I know what I'm doing. I've been in this type of match before. Now let's go.
*HBH and Cherry head off as we cut to the next segment*
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Post by Toom E. Guci on Sept 5, 2006 14:07:26 GMT -5
*Cut back from commercial as Toom E walks into HBH's dressing room.*
HBH, I know how to get that belt around your waist legally & without any screwjob. You interested?
*Toom E closes the door as HBH looks on in the background.*
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Post by respectmeordye3 on Sept 5, 2006 16:23:22 GMT -5
Toomi is shown backstage working at his desk. A shadow falls across him, his desk, and the papers he's reading. He looks up and raises an eyebrow.
"Well" he says flatly "I never expected to see you two here again"
The camera pans out and a collective gasp escapes from the crowd.
Standing in the office is none other than former EWT Superstar Lars Cunningham and his manager Mitchell Brell!!!!!
"I am not here for pleasantries" Lars snaps "I am simply here to give you this." he drops a sopena on Toomi's desk. "I have recently come into ownership of my father's organization, the Envioromental Workshop Team, which has been around since 1800---long before this crummy little company ever came into being--- and as such I own the rights to the initials EWT. As a result you are hereby being ordered to drop or change your use of the EWT initals that your comapny uses or I will sue you for everything you have and put every one of you hacks out of work!"
Cunningham and Brell share a smirk and then they are gone leaving a shocked Toomi, a shocked locker-room, and most of all--a shocked crowd.
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Post by respectmeordye3 on Sept 5, 2006 16:28:46 GMT -5
Reggie--having left the ring some time ago along with his wrestler companion, makes his way back to the ring and grabs a mic.
"Oh come on!" he screams "Is the EWT roster really this pathetic, that no one has taken my challenge YET?"
he sighs.
"Fine" he says "I tell ya what--I'll up the reward up to twenty-five million dollars--this is an open challenge to ANYONE back there who thinks they can beat my man!"
he drops the mic and waits.
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Post by Mystery on Sept 5, 2006 16:34:43 GMT -5
*A dark corner sits a famaliar woman, resting after her match with Ashley. She's rocking back & forth.*
Is anybody there? Does anybody care? Does anybody see what I see?
I see fireworks! I see the pagaent and Pomp and parade I hear the bells ringing out I hear the cannons roar I see Americans - all Americans Free forever more
How quiet, how quiet the chamber is How silent, how silent the chamber is
Is anybody there? Does anybody care? Does anybody see what I see?
I see it. I see what you have done. A chair is nice. A chair is really nice for you momma. You hurt that girl with a chair mommy. That wasn't nice.
You wanted to prove a point. I used a chair to you, you wanna use a chair to me.
The chair brings me happiness. It brings me pleasure. To you, it brings anger.
The anger that you used on me when I was a child. I'm not a child mommy. I'M NOT A CHILD ANYMORE!!!
Don't do it mommy. Don't do it anymore.
Do you see what I see mommy? Do you?
Because I do.
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