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Post by Rick Raskall on Aug 26, 2006 10:05:20 GMT -5
The Smokin' Gunns music blares over the PA system as Bart Gunn makes his way to the ring.
Howard Finkel: The following contest is scheduled for ONE fall! Making his way to the ring, from Austin, Texas, weighing in at 258 pounds, Bart Gunn!
Sexy Dynamo's music starts up. You know it already.
Finkel: And hailing from Sexico, weighing in at 230 pounds, Sexy Dynamo!
Pan towards the entrance, awaiting the arrival of Sexy Dynamo. But Sexy Dynamo hasn't come through the curtain. Bart Gunn continues to wait.
Cut to backstage. "Lean" Gene Cummerbund is looking around for Sexy Dynamo. He comes to the locker room, where Lilian Garcia and Maria Kannelis exit, beaming. Lean Gene knocks on the door.
Lean Gene: Mr. Dynamo, your match is supposed to start right now. Your opponent is waiting. What are you doing in there?
Sexy Dynamo peeks his head out of the door.
Dynamo: I'm sorry, Mr. Gene, but I have used all my energy on those two lovely ladies you have just seen leave my boudoir, if you will. I cannot do the wrestle match thing tonight, because I was just too sexy to pass up two beautiful ladies.
Lean Gene: Bart Gunn is waiting out in the ring right now! What do you want me to tell him? That you can't wrestle tonight?
Dynamo: You need to tell him nothing. For as Miss Lilian and Miss Maria have just learned, your Bart Gunn is no match for my Love Gun. *pkow pkow*, if you will. Goodnight, Mr. Lean Gene.
Sexy Dynamo closes the door, leaving an incredulous Lean Gene outside and a fuming Bart Gunn in the ring.
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Ragnal
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Post by Ragnal on Aug 26, 2006 10:06:31 GMT -5
*Mike Ragnal is backstage, walking around, carrying Joe on his shoulders. Todd Grisham walks up to them.*
TODD: Mike, tomorrow's your big day. At Crapamania 3, you'll be facing Bret Michaels for his Tri-State title. Is there anything going through your mind right now?
MIKE: Anything going through my mind, Todd? Lots.
First of all, tomorrow I can say that I'll be fighting my toughest fight in EWT. TBecause I'll be fighting, showing the world I can be among the best in EWT to win a title. And when that happens, Bret's going to wish he never faced me in his life.
*Mike helps Joe on top of a crate, and turns his attention to the camera.*
MIKE: Bret...you're right about one thing. What happened to my brother out there, what you did to him a while ago...that's gonna happen tomorrow night. But that's NOT gonna be me out there, no! That's going to end up being YOU! And if she's lucky enough...the slut you carry around next to you.
And when the dust is cleared...when the end bell rings...it'll be over. I'll have won the Tri-State title. I'll have beaten one of EWT's best for that belt you hold so dear right now! And I'll have left YOU, Bret Michaels...a name. A name to remember.
And the name...will forever...be...RAGNAL!
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Post by Chrysta on Aug 26, 2006 10:14:35 GMT -5
*Cut to the big block of ice, located in a cold section of the arena. The camera pans back on the block, and after a short while of silence, Ms. White walks on screen. She gently places her hand on the frozen block.*
White: My dear Chrysta...my love...tomorrow you'll be free. You'll finally awaken from this frozen prison...and you'll be mine again.
*She places both hands on the block, and tries to wrap her arms around it.*
White: And tomorrow...you'll be the Ice Queen once more...You'll be using Sarah Sidall as an example for the Girl Next Door...no, ALL of the EWT.
*She nuzzles her head against the block, almost as if she feels warmth coming from within it.*
White: But there's something I was hoping to know, my love...A question I'd like answered...before the car crashed, you wanted to ask me something...what was it, my love?
What was the question...?
*Fade out*
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Post by Koda, Master Crunchyroller on Aug 26, 2006 12:25:14 GMT -5
Outback Jack is standing in the ring as his opponent's entrance song begins.
* "GO!!!" by FLOW begins playing as a weird looking teenager with bobbed hair and a green body suit walks down to the ring. He is holding the EWT Ox title. *
JR: What is this? Styles: I have no idea, JR.
Lillian: And his opponent, from Oklahoma City, Oklahoma, Koda Kaza-
Koda grabs the mic from her hand.
Koda: I am not Koda, my name is Rock Lee! I beat Koda in a unseen title match! Isn't that right, Gai-sensei?
A man with the same bobbed haircut, bushy eyebrows, and body suit(with a green verst over it) comes out from behind the curtain and hurries to the ring.
Gai: That's right Lee! No one will be able to beat the student of the Beautiful Blue Beast!
Rock Lee and Gai do their "nice guy" pose(they both gave a thumbs up and smiled, with a little glint in their teeth).
Outback Jack attacks Gai, sending him outside of the ring. Jack turns around and is met with a karate kick to the jaw. Lee begins a series a spinning round house kicks has calls Konoha Dai Senpuu. He hits Jack with one kick and then hits him with another one when Jack stabilizes. Lee continues this until Jack is kicked into a corner. Lee charges and hits Jack with a flying round house kick has calls Konoha Senpuu.
Jack falls out of the corner. Lee looks over at Gai and gives him a nice guy pose. Gai gives him one back. Lee turns to Jack, but Jack is already up. Lee goes to give him another Konoha Senpuu, but Jack catches Lee's leg and spins it away. Lee continues spinning and still hits a Senpuu on Jack. Lee unties his arm bandages a little bit and charges at Jack. Jack springs up and gives Lee a spine buster. Jack then grabs Lee and gives him a brainbuster. Lee slowly gets up and Jack levels him with a lariat. Lee takes a bit to get up. Jack signals for the Boomerang! Jack charges at Lee, but Lee ducks the Boomerang! Lee gets on all fours and Jack turns towards him. Lee kicks Jack hard in the chin with one of his legs. Jack goes flying high in the air. Lee disappears and reappears below Jack, mimicing his floating in the air. Gai mentions to the crowd that this mimic floating is called the Konoha Kage Buyou.
Lee wraps his bandages around Jack and hugs him from behind. Lee tilts him and Jack backwards and begins spiraling them both towards the mat hard. Lee lets go just before they hit the mat and makes it to safety. Jack doesn't however and is droven into the mat, hard. Gai shouts that this was the Omote Renge. Lee goes for a pin.
One.....Two......Three!!!!!
Lillian: Here is your winner, and STILL EWT Ox champion, Rock Lee!
Lee and Gai run towards each other and hugs one another.
Lee: I did it Gai-sensei! I won!
Gai: Yes you did! Now, don't just sit there! Give me 500 hands only push ups, WHILE walking on your hands!
Lee: Yes, sensei!
Lee begins walking up the ramp on his hands while doing push ups at the same time.
Lee: And if I can't do this, I'll do 900 toes-only squats!
JR: What a strange team. Styles: Yes.....not only are they weird looking, they are....just weird....
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Post by HMARK Center on Aug 26, 2006 19:24:38 GMT -5
Bobby Cruise: The following matchup is scheduled for one fall with a 60 minute time limit, and it is for the Extreme Wrestlecrap Threaderation WORLD Championship! <the crowd cheers and rises to it’s collective feet> Introducing first, the special guest referee…
<“Gas Power” hits as Gasoline, donning a striped shirt, makes his way to the ring. The crowd pops, but some seem to be giving him no more than a lukewarm reception…not coincidentally, those fans are mostly wearing Spaz merchandise>
<As Gas hits the ring, the arena goes dark, before blue lights come on as “Never Let Me Down Again” begins to play. Since it’s a singles match, it segues to “Disposable Teens”, leading to a big pop from the crowd as HMark, decked out in a brilliant, white version of his signature leather jacket, appears, Auraelia following closely behind. As HMark stops still on the aisle, he holds his arms out, looks straight down, and then throws his head, and his hood, back, letting lose a loud, booming battle cry. The fans respond in force, as Auraelia stands next to her stablemate, the two sporting extremely determined faces. They both make their way around, posing for the fans, before HMark climbs to the apron, and into the ring. He stands on the turnbuckles, his stride resolute, and only stops when Auraelia kneels in front of him. Using his hand, he motions for her to rise, as the two move over to a corner, where HMark stands, still in his coat, unmoving as he awaits the champion.>
<The lights begin to strobe as “Party Starter” hits, and the crowd erupts (outside of the fans wearing Gasoline merchandise). With little spectacle, Spaz resolutely storms out to the entrance ramp, only stopping to throw his arms in the air, taking in the crowd’s reception for their champion. His eyes go directly to the ring, where he first looks straight at HMark, who still doesn’t move, and then to Gasoline. As he does so, his expression becomes more blank, harder and harder to read. He circles the ring, lightly slapping hands with some fans, but his gaze never leaves the two men in the ring. When he finally enters the squared circle, he removes his Generation Tech shirt, and, again, while standing on the turnbuckles and appealing to the crowd, his eyes still seem drawn to both his opponent for Crapamania, and his opponent for tonight.>
<Both men stand across from one another as Bobby Cruise stands in the center of the ring>
BC: The referee in charge of this match, the Number One Contender for the World Title at Crapamania, Gasoline! <crowd pops>
Introducing first, in the corner to my left, the challenger. Being accompanied by Auraelia <crowd pops again>, from Newark, New Jersey, weighing in at 218 pounds, representing the Prophecy Reborn, he is one half of the Extreme Wrestlecrap Threaderation Tag Team Champions, HitmaaaaaaanMark!
<HMark slams his fist to the mat and pops back up, a look of determination in his eyes, before removing his entrance jacket>
BC: His opponent, standing in the corner to my right; representing Generation Tech, from Sydney, Australia, and weighing in at 216 pounds, his is YOUR Extreme Wrestlecrap Threaderation World Champion, SPAZ!
<Spaz unhooks the title, and holds it up for the crowd to see. The crowd is VERY loud, ready for this one to begin>
Dave Prazak: <commentary> What an atmosphere we have here tonight, Lenny! Spaz vs. HitmanMark, Champion vs. Champion, with Spaz’s World Title hanging precariously on the line!
Lenny Leonard: Oh, we’ve been waiting for this for awhile, two evenly matched competitors, two men who match up well both physically and stylistically in the ring, and we’re finally gonna see them go one on one, with the biggest prize in wrestling at stake, no less!
DP: As you heard in the pre-match promos, this is HitmanMark’s first crack at the title, the title that he was the first ever to win, since well before his first run as the Fallen Dragon here in the EWT!
LL: And from Spaz’s point of view, this stretch of title defenses on the horizon may be the ultimate proving grounds for him; HitmanMark tonight, Gasoline soon at Crapamania, unfinished business with the injured Maelstrom, so much else! He’s overcome unimaginable odds to retain in the past, relying only on his skills to do so, but you better believe he knows just how important the new few weeks really are to his legacy as champion!
<Gas checks both guys for foreign objects, and then holds up the belt for all to see, and the bell, finally, is rung. The crowd immediately starts clapping in unison and getting faster as the two men circle one another and lock up. The two struggle, each one trying to gain the advantage, but neither give an inch. They hold the lockup, and move about the ring, each man trying to get the other in a corner, trying to get the upper hand, but nothing doing. Eventually, they both give a visible effort and unleash the hold, drawing applause from the crowd; the two are pretty evenly matched.>
<They again try to lock up, but HMark ducks at the last second and takes Spaz’s arm into a standing key lock. Gas is quickly over to check on Spaz, who shakes his head “No”, and spins around, loosening HMark’s grip, and trips HMark’s up at the ankles, bringing him to the mat. Spaz quickly capitalizes, getting on top of his opponent, looking for an opening to apply a hold. However, his hands brush over HMark’s face, accidentally pulling at HMark’s nose for a second. Gas notices, and quickly applies the five count, telling Spaz to break it up. When Spaz does, his face is a picture of surprise.>
Prazak: A bit of displeasure from the champ towards the ref!
Leonard: I’m not sure Spaz actually knows what Gas is breaking the hold up over; to him, this must feel like Gas trying to get in his head.
<Spaz picks HMark up, but HMark immediately responds with a LOUD knife edge chop, sending Spaz to the ropes. He follows up with more, but Spaz is leaning against the ropes, so Gas steps in once again to break them up, this time to push HMark off. HMark begins arguing, but Spaz, annoyed, walks up from behind Gas and decks HMark with a stiff forearm! AGAIN(!), Gas isn’t pleased, and begins telling Spaz off.>
DP: Are we gonna get a match here?
<Spaz shakes off the talkin’-too, and heads towards HMark…who pulls him down and through the second rope! Spaz hits the guardrail pretty hard, as HMark gets to his feet, measuring him…he hits the ropes, runs back, and flies through the first and second ropes with a Heat-Seeking Missile Tope! The crowd pops, and the two men are slow to get back to their feet. Eventually HMark rolls Spaz back in, and goes for a pin!>
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<Kickout! HMark goes to transition the pin into a Cross-Arm Breaker, but Spaz clasps his hands together, stopping him, and, using his trapped arm and his free one, actually manages to stand up, and heft HMark into the air! In a great feat of strength, he hurls the challenger over in an Exploder Suplex variation! Spaz goes for a cover!>
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<HMark gets the shoulder up! Spaz gets up, and attempts to pick HMark up, taking him by the hair…but Gas again intercedes, telling the champ to lay off the hair! At this, Spaz has had enough. Spaz gets right into the bigger man’s face, and the camera’s pick up bits of what they’re saying.>
Spaz: Why don’t you grow the hell up and try calling this thing like a god damn professional?!
Gas: What the hell do you think I’m doing? They want me to do a job, I’m doing it, nothing more.
Spaz: Yeah, sure, I’m sure you’d call any @#$%ing match this closely.
<The camera pulls away, and the two seem to be getting more and more heated. They almost looks like they’re ready to come to blows, when, over the mic…>
Enraged voice: HEY! MORONS!
<The two look towards the aisle. There stands…HMark!>
HMark: <holding the mic> Just what the hell is this bull@#$%? I came down here for a freaking title match, not to watch you two have a little lover’s tiff! <Auraelia enters the frame, clearly trying to calm HMark down, but he’ll have none of it> Nah, no, I know what you’re going to say, <turns towards the guys in the ring> and I know YOU two have your own match coming up, but, far as I’m concerned, both of you can shove it straight up your asses. Spaz, stay ready, pal; I know doing this will get me bumped down the rankings, but if I’m going to pin your ass down, I’m gonna do it the RIGHT way, not with all this crap going on. I’ll be back for that belt, but until then, <points to both men> @#$% this crap, @#$% your main event, and @#$% YOU.
<HMark slams the mic down on the aisle, and storms off, furious. The fans aren’t totally sure how to react; nor does Auraelia, who follows behind HMark, her face one of confusion, as she can be heard asking things like “What the hell was that?”, and “Why are you throwing this away?!”. In the ring, Spaz turns towards Gas with a look of absolute fury. There’s a few seconds of silence as the two stare straight at one another.>
Prazak: Uh-oh. I think Crapamania just got a bit more…personal.
Leonard: Generation Tech always talks about how they stand for respect and honor…well, the Champ’s honor has just been compromised, at least in his eyes!
<The two men continue to stare, before Spaz ducks out under the ropes, taking his belt and storming to the back, clearly wanting to blow off some steam. Gas stares as he walks, and looks down, before leaving himself, as the camera leaves a confused crowd and goes to black.>
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Spyke the Pacers Fan
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Post by Spyke the Pacers Fan on Aug 27, 2006 4:23:09 GMT -5
(Spyke is in the back, en route to the ring for his match with Mike Ragnal, when he bumps into Spaz. Spaz snaps up and raises his fist, but backs down when he realizes it's Spyke.)
Spyke: "Whoa! Hey, sorry man!"
Spaz: "No. I'm sorry. I just... need to go."
(Spaz walks away. Spyke continues to walk towards the ramp, when he bumps into Gasoline, who is just coming out of the Gorilla position.)
Spyke: "Hey, big guy."
(Gasoline says nothing.)
Spyke: "Ummm... everything okay?"
(Gasoline stares angrily at Spyke)
Spyke: "Wow. Okay then. I have... a match I have to get to. So, yeah, see ya."
(Back in the EWT arena, fans are looking pretty concerned, but those looks of concern turn to cheers as the lights in the arena go dark. "Galvanize" hits and the blue and yellow spotlights hit the stage. Spyke steps into them. The lights come back on and Spyke heads to the ring.)
Lillian Garcia: Making his way to the ring, from Stockholm, Sweden, weighing in at 225 lbs, Spyke Johannson!
(Spyke isn't sure what to do in this situation, so he grabs the mic when he gets in the ring.)
Spyke: "Okay. Here's the situation, folks. My two stablemates are not to happy with each other, and that is a bummer. Now, I'm not sure if it would be appropriate to do my traditional pre-match breakdancing at this point. So I'm gonna leave it to you guys. If you think it's alright for me to dance, gimme a... uhhh... ummm... ahh eff it... just gimme a "hell yeah!"
Audience: "HELL YEAH!"
Spyke: "Effin' sweet, dudes!"
(Spyke is about to dance, but is interrupted by "What You Waiting For?" by Gwen Stefani. RLC stands on the stage, microphone in hand.)
RLC: "Ladies and Gentlemen, due to Mike Ragnal attending to his brother, the scheduled Hardcore match between Mike Ragnal and Spyke Johannson, will not be taking place."
(Audience boos)
RLC: "But, I do have a suitible replacement for you, Spykie."
(The audience and Spyke eagerly anticipate the replacement opponent. Suddenly, "Jump On It" by Sugarhill Gang hits the speakers and out walks Dr. Insaneo to an enourmous pop! But those pops turn to half boos/half cheers, when Insaneo starts flipping the crowd off and tearing up a Spyke Johannson sign in the front row.)
Spyke: "What the hell, Rachael?!"
RLC: "Motivation, Spyke! You need to win the Toolshed Title this sunday! Because if you do, I'll have technically managed you to the title, and therefore get a pay raise! And you can't fire me as your manager, you signed the contract!"
(Dr. Insaneo climbs into the ring, and is immediately attacked by Spyke! The bell rings to get the match started.)
Spyke picks up Insaneo and whips him into the ropes. Insaneo comes back and Spyke hits him with a diving shoulder block. Insaneo is back on his feet soon after, but when he turns around, Spyke hits him with a lariat, which prompts the crowd to shout "LARIATO!" Insaneo crashes to the mat. Spyke with a pin.
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Insaneo kicks out. Spyke is back on the attack quickly though, hitting Insaneo with rights and lefts. Spyke picks up Insaneo once again and hits a sambo suplex, then steps onto the apron, waiting for Insaneo to stand. After a brief moment, Insaneo gets to his feet. Spyke jumps on the second rope, then the third, and dives into the ring, hitting a springboard lariat (Note: New signature move, dubbed "Domo Lariato, Mr. Roboto." Get it, like the Styx song? Ah, fart it, back to the match.) Spyke picks up Insaneo and hits the SwedeDT. Spyke with the pin...
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The pin is broken up by... CHANCE CONFIDENCE! The ref calls for the bell!
Lillian: "Your winner, by DQ, Spyke Johannson!"
(Insaneo is still on the mat, as Chance continues to beat on Spyke, but down comes Great Hugo and he pulls Chance out of the ring and lays him out with one shot to the head. Hugo looks at Spyke, and realizes that these two could potentially face off in the future for the Toolshed Title. Chance sneaks up behind Hugo and hits him with a low blow. Chance then climbs into the ring and is about to lay out Spyke, but out comes the Toolshed Champion, Joe Ragnal! Joe is barely able to make it, but Chance approches him instead. Joe hits Chance with a clothesline, dropping Chance like a ton of bricks! Chance grabs the guard rail, and pulls himself over it and into the crowd. He asks a nearby crew member for a mic.)
Chance: "Better to run and live to fight another day! Which is what I intend to do at Crap-A-Mania! Great Hugo! When I hit you with the Confidence Breaker and pin you for the 1-2-3! I'll go onto face either FUN boy over there, or the goofy dancing moron in the ring. But it doesn't matter who, because I WILL BE Toolshed Champion! That, I am CONFIDENT of!"
(Chance escapes through the crowd, being heckled by fans as he does so.)
Joe: "Hey Chance, It'll be a pleasure to beat you to retain my title. You can bet I'll have a FUN time doing that!" (focuses attention towards the ring) As for you two, Great Hugo, I'm pretty sure you can beat that dingbat, Chance Confidence, no prob. So whether it's me or Spyke that faces you, I guarentee, you'll have FUN! And Spyke, all I have to say is, get ready for the ride of your life this Sunday!"
Spyke: "Oh, I'm ready, Ragnal! I'm ready!"
(The two combatants stare eachother down with Hugo looking on. Fade to commercial for The Unauthorized DVD of Dr. Insaneo's EWT Career! Contains over 45 minutes of footage! Includes this match you just saw! BUY NOW!)
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Post by pta on Aug 27, 2006 10:08:32 GMT -5
We cut to the PTA's former Locker Room... where Principal Pain and Eddie Omega are both waiting backstage, the principal looking at each other. Pain has a quite concerned look on his face.
Pain: Well Mr. Omega... tonight we finally unveil to the world... the first ever Detention Match. At DCrapmania we will bring Virus and that lumox friend of his to there knees. We will show them the might... and the power of the remnants of the PTA!!!
Omega simply looks back and nods. Pain looks back at his remaining pupil.
Pain: But yes... in order to do so, we will need to show absolutely no mercy whatsoever. We must crush those pathetic bugs in the ring... and we must do it tonight! Otherwise... our reputation shall be shot completely. Omega... don't let me down... or else.
Pain exits the locker room as Omega looks on with a rather... frightened look in his eyes.
Fade to commercial
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Post by Poker Joker on Aug 27, 2006 11:06:19 GMT -5
(The scene opens up in the back hallways of the E.W.T. Arena, outside the dressing rooms. "Mean" Gene Okerlund is standing in his suit and tie with microphone in hand, ready for an interview. Beside him is Billy "The Virgin" Ubermark, who stands with a cocky smile on his face and a t-shirt that reads "Fight Virgin Discrimination" across the front. Billy runs a hand through his black hair as Mean Gene starts the interview up.)
*MEAN GENE*: Hello, wrestling fans! We are just hours away from one of the biggest events in the wrestling world, today! E.W.T.'s annual Crap-A-Mania event! When the commentators refer to this pay-per-view as being a "Super Card," they aren't kidding! Every title is on the line, tonight, in a series of spectacular matches, but in addition we have a tremendous under-card which features some of the biggest names in the E.W.T., today! And among those names is the man standing beside me, Billy "The Virgin" Ubermark! Billy, what do you have to say about your match, tonight, with your former tag-team partner and ex-friend, King Choculon?
(Mean Gene holds the microphone up to Billy. Billy looks at Mene Gene with a slightly insulted glare.)
*BU*: First off, Mean Gene, I don't get how my match with King Choculon is considered to be on the "under card." A wrestler of my caliber doesn't deserve to be on the "under card;" he deserves to be on the top tier of this event. To say I've been booked into anything less is either crazy, or an act of Virgin Discrimination because someone doesn't want to see me in the limelight where I belong.
*MEAN GENE*: Uh, Billy, please believe me when I say that this has nothing to do with your... uh... virginity. It simply has to do with the fact that there's no championship being defended in this match.
*BU*: No, there's no championship being defended here, Mean Gene. That's true. But there's something a whole lot more valuable on the line... MY PRIDE! You see, when ULTIMO Chocula cost the Handsome Boys Modeling School our Tag-Team Championships, and then blamed it on me, that was a serious blow to my pride! He tried hurt my reputation by telling all those lies about me, like about how HE had all the talent in our team, and how I was just along for the ride. He blamed me for all the problems that we had as a team. And to top it off, he stooped as low as anyone would go and made a mockery out of my sexual status... something that's happened WAY too often around this place, and that I'm sick of!
So what I'm defending tonight is far more important than any championship, Mean Gene. What I'm defending tonight is the same thing I've been forced to defend since I first came into the E.W.T.! I'm defending my reputation as a top notch wrestler in this company, DESPITE the fact that everybody looks down on me because of my virginity! King Choculon didn't respect that! King Choculon hurt my pride! He drug my reputation through the mud around this place! And now, tonight, I'm going to wash it clean... in a pool of his majesty's own blood!
(Mean Gene pulls the microphone back from Billy's face.)
*MEAN GENE*: Well, those are some strong words, there, Billy. I'm curious if you know what your opponent, King Choculon, would have to say about them.
(Billy's face suddenly lights up at the question.)
*BU*: What? You want to know what King Chump-ulon has to say about all this? Well, why don't we ask him?!
(With that, Billy reaches into his pocket and pulls out the King Choculon sock puppet he used in his last interview. The puppet looks different from what it did before. One of the button eyes has been sown back on, but the other eye is covered up by an eye-patch. Its crown is back on, but it is damaged and the "head" below it is wrapped in a bandage. On the sock puppet's "chin", some stitches have been drawn on. Mean Gene rolls his eyes as Billy puts the sock puppet on.)
*MEAN GENE*: Billy Ubermark, I do not believe this! The sock puppet, again?
*BU* (chuckling): Here you go, Mean Gene!
(Billy finishes putting the sock puppet on.)
*BU*: Hey, King Choculon! How are you doing?
(Billy makes the same squeaky-high voice for the puppet that he did before.)
*SOCK PUPPET*: Oh... uh... Hi, Billy! I'm OK, I guess! Are... are you going to beat me up, again, today?
*BU*: Well, that depends! Are you still a piece of slime who likes to discriminate against virgins, King Choculon?
*SOCK PUPPET*: Oh no! I... I gave that up, Billy! I tell everybody, now, that you're the greatest wrestler that I've ever met! I couldn't hold a candle compared to you!
*BU*: Well, that's more like it! So, what do you think about our match, tonight!
*SOCK PUPPET*: Oh no! We have a match, tonight? But Billy, I thought you said you wouldn't beat me up!
*BU*: Looks like I don't have much of a choice!
*SOCK PUPPET: Oh no! Somebody help me! I don't want to get beaten up bi Billy Ubermark anymore! Help! Help! The virgin is going to kick my....
(Suddenly, King Choculon comes running in from off-screen. He tackles Billy Ubermark and two go shooting past a suprised Mean Gene Okerlund and go slamming into a cart with stacked chairs, which scatter everywhere. King Choculon immediatly starts laying fists into Billy's face, as the two struggle amidst the fallen chairs.)
*MEAN GENE*: Holy cow! King Choculon just came from out of no where and started attacking Billy Ubermark! Can I get some security guards back here!
*KC* (still throwing punches at Billy): You blue-balled piece of *BLEEP*! Make a sock puppet of me, will you?!
(Billy struggles and manages to kick King Choculon off of him. The king goes stumbling backwards as Billy tries to get to his feet. Billy grabs a chair and throws it at Choculon who dodges it.)
*BU*: A sock puppet is all you are, you second-rate punk!
(King Choculon charges at Billy again, and the two fall to the floor in a brawl. Eventually security comes in and starts pulling the two off of one another. Two security guys pull King Choculon back as two other handle Billy Ubermark.)
*KC* (being held off by the guards): Who's your KING, baby? Who's got your number? Having your hand up that sock puppet's ass is the closest you've ever come to a sexual experience!
*BU* (struggling against the two guards holding him back by the arms): TONIGHT, Chocula! TONIGHT, I'm going to break every damn bone in your body!
*KC*: Oh, dry up!
*BU*: I'm going to PROVE to everybody out there just who was the better half of the HBMS! COUNT ON IT!
(The security guards haul Billy off in an attempt to separate the two men! King Choculon, however, keeps hollering the insults as they take Billy away.)
*KC*: You just try it, you blue-balled freak! You put down your copy of Penthouse long enough to try it, and I garuntee you... I GARUNTEE YOU...... I'll put a crack in your skull to match the one in your ass! ALL HAIL THE KING, BABY! ALL HAIL THE KING!
(The camera's last image is one of King Choculon standing behind the two guards with a huge smile on his face. He adjusts the brace on his arm as the security guys try to get him to someplace neutral. The scene fades to black.)
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Post by HMARK Center on Aug 27, 2006 12:35:13 GMT -5
<HMark is walking into the arena for Crapamania, decked out in street clothes, carrying his luggage/gear with him. Moxie steps into the frame, putting an arm in front of him to stop him.>
Mox: Where's your head tonight?
HMark: ...the hell?
Mox: Where is it?
HMark: Right here...
Mox: Not good enough. I saw how pissed off you were after the title match, and I need to know if that bunch of bull@#$% is gonna stick in your craw, or if you've got your head in the game for our defense against Rated X tonight.
HMark: Stop worrying. You better believe my head's in the right place. The World Title...that was last night. <reaches into his suitcase, takes out his Tag Title> THIS is tonight.
Mox: <smiles> Good to know. No taking these guys lightly, either; they're damn good, and they know it.
HMark: I'm not arguing; they definately fit the mold for the kind of tag teams we want to face, and-
<Auraelia runs in, also in street clothes>
Auraelia: Guys! Couple messages just came in; looks like we might be in business on a few fronts in the next couple weeks.
Mox: You mean, um, "him"?
Auraelia: Yep.
HMark: And the suits from way over in-
Auraelia: Uh-huh.
<The two men look at one another, sly looks on their faces>
HMark: Well, first things first. <the stable walks off to prepare for Crapamania>
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