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Post by Toom E. Guci on Sept 13, 2007 2:00:20 GMT -5
* The Skies the Limit II opens with pyros shooting down from the ceiling. Dorf comes walking out to the ring & grabs the microphone from the announcer. *
Welcome, welcome, welcome. It seems that everybody is pleased to be here for a Wednesday night & this is great!! It shows that my ideas have been working to date. Just look at these turnarounds that have been going on since I have talking a stance here in EWT. Buy rates are up. The Girl Next Door Division is red hot & in lingerie. Toom E Dangerously is wrestling again. Lots & lots of changes have been going on & I am proud to call them my own! And I assure you folks; I will not let you down! Get it…down, Skies the Limit! I crack myself up. But seriously, lets get to our opening match.
*We go the ringside to find EWT's announcer (The Popcorn seller) ready and waiting, the ring is cluttered with some weapons while JR and Jesse sit at the commentary table.*
ANNOUNCER: The following match is a 'Ten Point Match' if one of the combatants reaches 10 points they will be declared the winner! Wrestlers are awarded one point if they strike their opponent with a weapon, and five points if their opponent goes through a table. To keep score may I welcome Mr. Val Venis!
VAL VENIS: Hello Ladies!!
The crowd gives a bit of a cheer as Val waves to the fans, one guy shouts out 'Salted with butter!’ the announcer throws one off his tray to the man*
ANNOUNCER: Introducing first ... from the University of Indiana, he weighs in at around 253lbs. he is Ronnie L. Cordova!
*The crowd gives a cheer as "Electric Avenue" by Eddy Grant hits and Ronnie Cordova wanders out, holding a bottle of beer in one hand and a Singapore cane in the other, some might say he's had a few to drink and they'd be right. Ronnie makes it to the ring and rolls under the ropes and heads to the other side where he raises his bottle to the fans. The fans cheer in response. We go to the commentary team*
JR: Well Jesse it looks like Ronnie has been having a good time; He's a real guy these fans can relate to.
JESSE: Of course they can relate to him Ross, he's a drunk and a mess. Go to any bar throughout the land and you will find a Ronnie Cordova.
Back in the ring and the announcer continues
ANNOUNCER: His opponent ...
*The lights dim to a murky orange as ominous music plays over the speakers.*
ANNOUNCER: Hailing from a dark alleyway ... he weighs in at 520lbs ... he is The Bad Man!
*Out from the back The Bad Man slowly walks to the ring, his cracked walnut face tells a story of knife fights in a cheese grater machine. His fat hangs around his body as if a separate entity of it's own. He climbs the steps and enters the ring; Ronnie Cordova tries to assess his opponent, having never seen him up close before it's a bit of an eye opener. *
JR: This is not going to be for the faint-hearted
JESSE: That's for certain; this man gives maniacs and death-row inmates a bad name, Ross.
*The Bell Rings*
Ronnie Cordova looks at The Bad Man then at his beer bottle, sighs and hurls it at him, the bottle cracks across the skull of The Bad Man and we are under way!
VAL VENIS: Ronnie Cordova 1 point!
The Bad Man holds his head where the bottle hit his skull and looks at his hands, he has been made to bleed already. Ronnie laughs on the other side of the ring but The Bad Man is clearly not happy and angrily charges forward. Ronnie Cordova evades the march of the walrus and smacks him across the gut with his cane.
VAL VENIS: Ronnie Cordova 2 points!
The Bad Man turns back to face him and takes another shot to the head from Ronnie! The Bad Man is just becoming angrier and when Ronnie swings the cane again the Bad Man catches it under his arm and then clobbers Ronnie Cordova with a short arm clothesline.
VAL VENIS: Ronnie Cordova 3 points!
As Ronnie struggles to get back up The Bad Man takes the cane and snaps it in half, he grabs a hold of Ronnie Cordova by the head and slams him face first into the turnbuckle a few times. Ronnie in a world of hurt props himself up in the corner facing the fans as The Bad Man backs up. The Bad Man lets out a guttural roar and charges into Ronnie Cordova!
JR: What impact!
Jesse: Impact? Ross that could have moved the arena!
Ronnie falls backwards from the crushing force, as he looks up all he can see is two eyes sunk back into the grim visage of The Bad Man's face as he stomps away on his chest. The Bad Man picks up Ronnie and hurls him over the top rope to the floor before following. Ronnie using the guardrail gets to his feet as fans pat him on the back. The Bad Man is there and hurls him into the ring steps, Ronnie flips over and lands on the other side in a world of hurt, meanwhile The Bad Man has found a traffic cone. The Bad Man takes the cone and places it on top of Cordova's head, unable to see now Ronnie can do nothing as the Bad Man takes up a chair and smashes it into the cone and Ronnie's head!
VAL VENIS: The Bad Man 1 point!
The traffic cone goes flying into the crowd (some fan will have it on eBay shortly no doubt) as we see Ronnie Cordova is now also bleeding. Ronnie tries to crawl away clearly his drinking hasn't prepared him for this kind of match, he attempts to go under the ring as The Bad Man smacks him across the back with the chair again!
VAL VENIS: The Bad Man 2 points!
The Bad Man raises the chair for a third when Ronnie comes back from halfway under the ring and smacks The Bad man in the knee with a screwdriver, which breaks on impact.
VAL VENIS: Ronnie Cordova 4 points
The Bad man holds his knee, a grin on his blood soaked face hiding the pain, Ronnie is resourceful though and hops up onto the apron and then leaps off backwards looking for some sort of moonsault, which connects.
JR: That wasn't pretty, but it was effective!
Indeed Ronnie has managed to knock over the five hundred pound Bad Man; Ronnie gets to his feet and the crowd cheers! He gives a drunken salute as he walks over to Val Venis and asks for his trademark towel. Val hands it over and Ronnie prepares it, the Bad man is getting back up and is on two feet, Ronnie Cordova gives a smile to the fans and then towel whips The Bad man from behind.
VAL VENIS: Ronnie Cordova 5 points!
The crowd laughs as The Bad man turns around clearly furious, this is short lived though as Ronnie charges The Bad Man and connects with a huge spear!! Ronnie having knocked the Bad Man down pulls out a table from under the ring and sets it up between the ring steps and the corner post so it is standing vertically.
JESSE: looks like Ronnie is going for the 5 points Ross.
Ronnie goes back to The Bad Man and first tries to lift him up, and then when that fails he tries to drag him. The Bad Man is not moving and Ronnie is running out of time. The Bad Man begins to get up slowly, as Ronnie pulls out a stretcher from under the ring.
JR: Smart thinking by Ronnie Cordova, he can roll The Bad man onto that and then move him more easily!
The Bad Man has got back up though, taking a chair and jabs it into the ribs of Ronnie Cordova. Ronnie clutches his ribs as The Bad Man cracks him over the head sending Ronnie onto the stretcher instead.
VAL VENIS: The Bad Man 4 points!
Ronnie Cordova is in a world of hurt as The Bad Man begins to push the stretcher, it gains momentum and The Bad Man gibbers his laugh of a thousand salamanders being burnt in a frying pan. The Bad Man hits the breaks on the stretcher and Ronnie Cordova with no seat belt in sight is hurled from the stretcher and crashes into the table and ring post! The table breaks into bits as Ronnie Cordova lies in a mess of his own blood and wood chips.
VAL VENIS: The Bad Man 9 points!
The Bad Man swats the stretcher away and smirks, his yellow teeth now a gunky brown from his own blood.
JR: Bawwhh GawwwD! Ronnie Cordova is in a bad way!
JESSE: I don't think The Bad Man is going to stop Ross.
The Bad Man looks at his crumpled opponent and picks him up placing him on the metal ring steps in a seated position. Ronnie for all intensive purposes looks like an A&E victim as The Bad Man grabs the dented chair. He smacks it with his hand and then swings!
JR: No Ronnie has ducked!!
JESSE: Looks more like he collapsed Ross!
The Bad Man has missed, he turns and Ronnie from out of nowhere stabs The Bad Man up the nose with a fork!
VAL VENIS: Ronnie Cordova 6 points!
Ronnie still sitting, sways on the steps, he is clearly amused by the fact that The Bad Man has a fork stuck up his nose. The Bad Man rips the fork out of his own nose, and clotheslines Ronnie Cordova off the steps to the floor! Ronnie Stumbles back up barely but only in time to see The Bad Man's bulk lift him and slam him into the floor. The Bad man roars arms outstretched as he pulls out his hammer from under a roll of fat. Ronnie Cordova can do nothing as The Bad Man brings him up for a piledriver ...
JR: Noo!!
JESSE: We've seen this before Ross, Ronnie is in for a world of hurt!
'Two Times the Pain' connects! Ronnie Cordova briefly expresses intense pain as the hammer hits home between his legs, but only briefly, as it's lights out when his head connects with the cold hard floor!
VAL VENIS: The Bad Man 10 points!!
*The Bell Rings*
ANNOUNCER: The winner of this match ... The Bad Man!
*As the Bad Man's music plays the crowd boos, Ronnie Cordova rolls over on the floor clearly hurting. The Bad man has his arms raised before heading backstage*
(Cue video segment on how Joe One became EWT Champion)
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Post by Toom E. Guci on Sept 13, 2007 2:00:45 GMT -5
The camera quickly cuts to the EWT stage. The arena turns pitch black and the crowd cheers in excitement. “I’m the King of my World” blasts from the speakers. The crowd, on their feet, cheers in anticipation for John “The Lion” Valentine to emerge from the curtain. A spotlight is lit on the curtain and Amnestria walks to the center of the stage clad in a long, black gown. Her porcelain face lifts to the ceiling and another spotlight can be seen shining on the top of the ToomiTron. The crowd cheers even louder as Valentine creeps from behind the tron, perched on it like a seething gargoyle. From the speakers, a loud lion roar explodes and echoes throughout the arena. Valentine simultaneously pulls his fist to his cheek and the crowd cheers again. The Lion rises to his feet and glides on wire down to the middle of the ramp meeting his Lioness. He disconnects the straps and continues down to the ring.
JR: What an entrance for John “The Lion” Valentine, King!
Ventura: You got that right, Ross. What a waste of my time! I want to see Virus!
Howard Finkel: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall and has a twenty-minute time limit. On his way to the ring first, being accompanied by Amnestria, from Oak Harbor, Washington, weighing in at 225 pounds, JOHN “THE LION” VALENTINE!
All of a sudden from the speakers…
PREPARE!
PREPARE!
P-P-P-PREPARE!
TO BE INFEC-
IN-IN-INFECTED!
The crowd immediately begins to jeer until they are silenced as an unrecognizable form is lowered from the ceiling.
JR: Oh my…Oh my god…
Ventura: What is that Gorill- er, Ross?
A cameraman starts running up the ramp to get a closer look when the video feed is turned over. The rocky picture finally settles and the answer is clear; a bloodied, unconscious, Raven hangs, swaying from the rope. Our demented curiosity is interrupted as "Revenga" by System of a Down hits. The crowd, still confused by the hanging Raven, doesn’t quite know how to react to the visibly furious Virus. Virus reaches the swaying body and pushes it, making it sway more. He laughs in a sick joy and continues to push the unconscious Raven. Soon, EWT EMT’s sprint from the curtain and begin to remove Raven from his noose. Virus watches in delight for a few moments and then begins down the ramp.
Howard Finkel: And his opponent, weighing in at 290 pounds, VIRUS!
JR: My god Jesse, Virus seems to have lost his mind!
Ventura: You’re right Ross. You can see the bloodlust right in his eyes!
Virus’s sick smile quickly turns blank when he locks eyes on our painted hero and his girlfriend. Valentine glances at Amnestria and back at Virus just in time to see him bullet toward her. Valentine quickly steps in front of Amnestria when Virus slides into the ring. Virus jumps to his feet and collides with the standing Lion and Amnestria. They both fall to their back. Without hesitation, Virus reaches down and aggressively grabs Amnestria by the hair and lifts her to her feet. She screams in terror and Virus mockingly smirks and lifts her into the beginning stage of the Infection. The crowd erupts with displeasure waking up Valentine from the proverbial “train-wreck” he had experienced earlier.
JR: Oh come on! She’s just a damned girl!
Ventura: He’s gonna’ kill her Monsoon! I mean…well…
The crowd pops as Valentine runs up behind Virus and kicks Virus right behind the left knee. The crack echoes throughout the arena and Amnestria falls from the position. Valentine catches the falling damsel and carries her to the opposite side of the ring. She slides out with a look of shock when Virus blasts in and knocks Valentine back to the mat. Referee Lee calls for the bell.
DING, DING, DING!
JR: We are officially under-way with Virus vs. John Valentine and what a match this is gonna’ be.
Ventura: You are correct Monsoon. What a match this already is!
JR: You know what Ventura? Why don’t you just call me whatever the hell you want so that we can effectively call this match?
Ventura: Good idea Gorilla.
JR: Well then, back to the action in the ring. Virus with those hard, knife-edge chops to the exposed chest of Valentine…
Virus has thrown Valentine into the corner and is chopping Valentine across the chest. Each devastating blow is acknowledged by the crowd with loud, “Whoo’s.” Virus chops Valentine a sixth time when The Lion gets smart and throws Virus into the corner and begins to return the favor. Knife-edged chop after chop can be heard as well as seen from Valentine to Virus. Valentine stops after a fifth chop and begins to Irish whip Virus into the opposite turnbuckle. Virus reverses and throws Valentine into the intended direction. Virus follows the sprinting Valentine when Valentine catches the turnbuckle and springs off of them and lands behind a confused foe. Virus looks left and right in confusion when all-of-a-sudden, Valentine standing drop kicks Virus right into the top turnbuckle pad. Virus bounces off the turnbuckle and falls to his back. Valentine runs and skips over Virus and jumps from the middle turnbuckle into a moonsault! Valentine connects and stays for the pin.
ONE!
T-
Virus kicks out and Valentine quickly regains a vertical base.
Ventura: Impressive showing by Valentine here Monsoon. John has got to keep Virus down if he’s going to get ahead in this match.
JR: You’re right. Virus certainly has a size advantage over Valentine.
Valentine begins stomping onto the prone form of Virus. Each time, Virus twitches but still continues to get back to his feet. Once Virus is up, Valentine goes for the Coronation but Virus snatches Valentine’s hand before it reaches him and proceeds to crush it. Valentine yells in pain as Virus continues to apply pressure to the hand. With all of his strength, Virus tosses Valentine down by swinging him over with the grasped hand. Valentine yells again as Virus begins to pull Valentine up and do the move again. It connects and Valentine is left lying on the mat with Virus still crushing his right hand.
JR: My god! Virus is going to destroy Valentine’s hand!
Ventura: I think he already has JR!
JR: Hey! You got it right!
Valentine returns to his feet still with Virus clamped on to his hand. He winces and brings in Virus for a standing clothesline. It works, but unfortunately, Virus doesn’t let go of the hand and Valentine falls with him. In a desperate panic, Valentine shoots to his feet and begins struggling to free himself from the vicious vice-grip. Striking, kicking, stomping, whatever he can do to break the hold and then, it finally dawns on him…go for the rope! Valentine sprints to the nearest rope but, like a dog on a chain, is a few steps short. He begins to tug, avoiding pain. Like a dog chewing off it’s own limb, Valentine yanks with all his might and finally reaches the rope. He hugs it like it his dying salvation and referee Lee begins the count.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
FOUR!
Virus lets go and returns to his feet with a menacing grin. He struts toward the panting Valentine and grabs his hair. Valentine, clutching his right hand to his chest, retaliates and drives his left elbow into the gut of an un-expecting Virus. Another one, another, but Virus won’t let off. Virus finally shuts up his annoying prey by clubbing him atop the head with a thunderous fist. He gets Valentine to his feet and tosses him to the opposite rope. Instead of bouncing off of the rope, Valentine stumbles to the mat just a short distance from it. In frustration, Virus picks up Valentine and Irish whips him again. This time Valentine does so. On the return, the speeding Lion ducks under a clothesline and on the rebound, cross-bodies Virus. They both crash to the mat as the beautifully done cross-body does its job. Valentine stays for the count.
ONE!
T-
Virus kicks out with a vengeance, catapulting Valentine to the opposite side of the ring. Valentine gets up and returns to Virus beginning where he left off, stomping away at Virus’s chest.
JR: Valentine seems to have scratched his way to the offensive and is continuing to stomp a mud hole into Virus’s chest.
Valentine gets Virus to stand and lifts Virus up into a vertical suplex. It’s quickly done and Valentine picks him up for another. Surprisingly, it works and Valentine begins up the turnbuckle.
Ventura: He’s climbing up! This is going to be risky!
JR: Right you are Ventura! A move like that can make or break a match!
Valentine gets ready to leap when Virus bolts to his feet and runs over to stop him. Virus strikes The Lion down so that he’s sitting on the top turnbuckle. He begins to climb up the turnbuckle with Valentine as if to deliver a superplex.
JR: Oh no! Are we going to see it?!
Virus sets up the move perfectly, but Valentine won’t have it. He strikes Virus with his left hand and finally gets him to fall back off of the turnbuckle. Virus lands on his feet and staggers facing away from Valentine. He turns around and Valentine leaps from the turnbuckle! The crowd explodes with excitement but, unfortunately, Virus catches him in the power bomb position! Valentine struggles and finally wiggles his way behind Virus’s neck. He reaches down and grabs Virus’s left hand and is able to lock in The King of Prides!
JR: KING OF PRIDES! My god he’s got it locked in! I thought Virus had him!
Ventura: That King of Prides maneuver is a take on the triangle hold, Ross and it does not feel good.
The arena cheers loudly again as a wide-eyed Virus screams in pain. With The Lion on his back, Virus runs around the ring in a panic. He finally stops in the middle of the ring and attempts to get Valentine off of his neck by performing an electric chair drop! The Lion stays on and cinches in more onto Virus’s neck and arm. Virus screams and swats away with his free hand trying to get Valentine to break the hold. After a few moments, Virus begins to lose consciousness and the swats become weakened flails. Soon, Virus will be out cold and referee Lee begins to count.
ONE!
TWO!
Lee lifts Virus’s free hand a third time but it doesn’t fall. The crowd boo’s at the disappointment. Virus begins to stir more and more. He turns to his side and begins to lift up Valentine into the air. He finally, with one big yell, is able to get Valentine up in the air and subsequently deliver an unforgiving power bomb! Valentine is able to stay on, despite the pain and Virus lifts him up for another. This time, Virus lifts up Valentine very quickly and stumbles backward, knocking the referee down! Virus delivers another power bomb, but Valentine stays on.
JR: The referee’s been knocked down!
Ventura: Well, I guess you can throw out the rulebook on this match, Ross!
Virus attempts to lift up Valentine for another power bomb. He gets halfway but falls back down out of strength and energy. Once they reach the mat, Valentine cinches even harder and screams to get it tighter. Virus, writhing in pain, reaches out and begins to tap out from the pain but the referee is still knocked down!
JR: He’s tapping out! This should be over!
Valentine thinks the match is over and lets go of the hold. Virus scampers outside of the ring and begins rummaging around under the ring. Valentine looks over and notices the unconscious referee and cusses in frustration. Suddenly, from under the ring, Virus brings out a barbed-wire bat. He looks at the weapon with a sick grin and then looks at Valentine.
JR: What’s he gonna’ do with that damn weapon?! It can’t end like this!
Ventura: This does not look good for The Lion!
Virus blasts into the ring and lifts the weapon back and crashes it across the back of an un-knowing Valentine! The scratches are evident on the back of The Lion and Virus lifts back again. This time, the bat hits even harder across Valentine’s back, cutting out a chunk of his back flesh. Valentine screams in pain, but remains conscious.
JR: Oh no…we need some paramedics in here! This is just pathetic!
Virus lifts Valentine to his feet. The Lion staggers around as Virus lifts the bat into the air. The crowd boo’s loudly and Virus slams the bat across the forehead of Valentine, knocking him down and cutting up his face in the process.
JR: Valentine’s dead! Just end this Virus!
Referee returns to consciousness and gets back up to his feet. Before the referee notices, Virus tosses the bat outside of the ring. Virus picks up Valentine and whips him into the turnbuckle. Valentine crashes into it and the thud can be heard from the back. Virus explodes from the opposite corner and clotheslines Valentine into the turnbuckle. Valentine begins to slide down but Virus picks him back up again and they begin up the turnbuckle.
Ventura: What is going to happen here?! I can’t believe this Virus character!
Virus and Valentine stand, towering over the ring atop the turnbuckle. Virus gets his balance and lifts Valentine into the air for the Infection! The crowd explodes in excitement as Virus stalls Valentine in the suplex position.
JR: Oh my god…that bloodied Lion will not wake up from this…
Ventura: Man, I’ve never seen a wrestler bleed that badly before Ross! You’re right! Where are the paramedics?!
Finally, after the cruel stall has caused a lot of blood to rush to and out of Valentine’s head, he delivers the most devastating Infection as of yet. Both men crash to the mat like two 747’s crashing into earth. Virus goes for the pin.
ONE!
TWO!
T-
Virus interrupts the count by lifting up his opponent’s arm and shoulder…he shakes his head with a smirk and begins toward the announcer’s table.
JR: Come on! This is over! Just end it!
Virus proceeds to lift off the cover and remove the monitors from the desk. Amnestria rushes into the ring to check on the bloody Valentine but Virus enters and pushes her away. Virus drags the bloody Valentine outside of the ring, leaving a crude trail of blood. Virus finally puts Valentine onto the table and deeply sighs before returning to the ring.
JR: Oh no…Oh my god…
Virus returns to the ring and begins to climb up the turnbuckle. The crowd has erupted by now and not a man, woman or child is sitting or not making noise.
JR: Oh god…what’s this…somebody stop him!!
In a moment so surreal, Virus leaps into the air in Shooting Star Press fashion. The world seems to stop and for this moment, Virus fly’s. Indeed, the sky is the limit for Virus, until…
JR: OH MY GOD!!
Ventura: I…oh my…
JR: Oh no…something’s gone terribly wrong here…
Virus fell short of his target. His neck crashed onto the corner of the table, whipping his neck back, possibly breaking it. His neck is cut from the table and it begins bleeding profusely. The crowd gasps in horror and the whole arena becomes deathly silent. Valentine, in a daze looks over and down at Virus and his eyes grow wide. His blade cut has coagulated and is no longer bleeding and he leaps up. Referee Lee throws up the “X” and Valentine, Referee Lee, Amnestria and EWT EMT’s rush to Virus’s side.
JR: Somber. Ladies and gentlemen, something horribly wrong has happened. Virus has just hit his neck on our announce table and it may be broken…
EMT’s rush to Virus and first begin to asses the situation. We see one EMT order Valentine and Amnestria away. They step away in shock and stand next to the barricade. Amnestria begins to cry as the EMT’s scramble to figure out what to do. Thankfully, Virus landed with his neck straight and it was, more-or-less, simple to put a neck brace around Virus’s injured neck. A stretcher is rolled to them as they begin strapping Virus to a backboard. We hear one EMT count to three and they all, carefully, lift Virus onto the stretcher. They lift the stretcher up and begin to wheel Virus out of the ring area, up the ramp and out of the arena. Valentine and Amnestria follow with concern, Amnestria still in tears. The crowd gives a clap of encouragement as Virus finally reaches the curtain and he’s wheeled out.
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Post by Toom E. Guci on Sept 13, 2007 2:01:00 GMT -5
* We cut backstage where Sum Guy is with a special guest.*
Sum Guy: Hello, I’m Sum Guy & I wipe my own ass!!
Mystery: Oh geeze. I came back for this?
Sum Guy: No Mystery. You came back for a special announcement, didn’t you?
Mystery: Shut up peon! The fact is, yes, you are right. I came back for something special. You see, the last time I was here in EWT, I never got my match. I never got my chance. The chance was dropped by somebody. And that somebody wasn’t me.
Sum Guy: I dropped a ball once. It caused me to lose at Dodgeball.
Mystery: I said shut up. The fact is, I want my chance. I want my shot. Once chance is all I ask for. One shot is all I need.
Sum Guy: What exactly do you mean?
Mystery: We don't need no education We don't need no thought control No dark sarcasm in the classroom Teachers leave them kids alone Hey teacher leave us kids alone All in all you're just another brick in the wall All in all you're just another brick in the wall
* Mystery then walks away as Sum Guy just looks on, extremely confused.*
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Post by Toom E. Guci on Sept 13, 2007 2:01:27 GMT -5
Finkel: The following match is scheduled for ONE FALL! Introducing first...
* Meatloaf's “I Would Do Anything For Love” plays. *
*A golden light shines down near the Toomitron, as the crowd boos, Lull rises (with a serious look on his face) up from the center of the EWT stage, clad in a silk cape. Before the Fink can say anything Lull cuts him off by way of a live mic that has risen up with him.*
JR: NO! NO! DON'T DO THIS!
Lull: THE FOLLOWING DESTRUCTION OF MR. SHOEGUY-HA IS SCHEDULED FOR ONE FAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAALL!!! INTRODUCING THE MAN WHO WILL BE PLAYING THE WORLD'S MOST LYRICAL LEGEND, WHOSE VOICE COULD NEVER APALL... LULL SONGSTRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!
Finkel: *Nerved.* He also weighs 207 lbs and is from Off-Broadway.
*He nods seriously (as best he can) and steps down the rampway, strutting proudly down it, stopping midway and spinning around, to discard the cape. He enters the ring looking the most focused he's ever been. He looks eager to put Die in his place. This music ends.*
Jesse: Lull doesn't stand a chance, Die Shiguya is just too grand for him.
JR: I actually agree, Jesse, I don't see Lull even getting one lick in on Die.
Finkel: Making his way to the ring... Weighing in at 225 lbs... From the The Negaverse... Die! Shiguya!
* Dir En Grey's “304 Goucrapsu Hakushi no Sakura” plays. *
*Fifteen seconds go by, and a white flash covers the crowd with light. A few seconds more tic by, and black streaks through the white light. Shiguya's form appears, and the lights go to faint silver. He looks calm, and very relaxed. The smile on his face is almost smirk-ish in its quality, and he even winks at a few of the women in the audience. The girls promptly become puddles. He walks into the ring and gives Lull his trademark smirk also. A message that anyone could read (well maybe except for Lull), 'You aren't anything. I'm going to win this match because I can. And I won't even have to lift a finger to do it.'*
Jesse: This man is too amazing for words.
JR: Ladies and gentlemen, meet your winner of this match. This is a forgone conclusion.
*The two musicians turned wrestlers face off with each other. Lull quaking with anger while Die yawns. This is enough to set Lull over the edge. He runs over and locks up with Die. Sensing the element of surprise on his side, he goes to use his move For the Cheap Seats. But Die, in his beautifully amazingly wisdom, covers Lulls mouth and forces him into a Standing Headscissors.*
Jesse: JR, I think we're going to see the amazing wrestling ability that deserves no sweetening with words.
JR: This is going to be breath-taking.
*He lifts Lull up and hits the move he calls the Evanescent. Then he amazingly walks behind Lull as the musical theatre actor rises. With the speed of a god-like being and the strength of Atlas he lands the move he calls the Visceral Visual. Then he grabs Lull by the head, starring at him for a second before pulling Lull into a DDT, but he immediately swoops up and grabs Lull's ankles into an elevated crab hold completing his move called the Frozen Alibi. He looks like a beautiful, magnificent, bored god as he holds the move for a few seconds before going for the finishing move in his four moves of doom...*
JR: This is it! Lull's going to be killed by Die!
Jesse: I can't believe that Die is even gracing us with his presence!
*He locks in a modified King Cobra Clutch yet instead of pulling back on Lull’s head however, he bends back and grabs Lull by his ankles. He then leans forward and has Lull's legs stretched over his shoulders as their Lull's is simultaneously strained by his knees. Thus completing his special move, named the Clever Sleazoid. This Adonis of beauty, this Atlas of strength, this uninterested in anything other than himself being of god-like proportions looks to be way too awesome for Lull as he blacks out. The referee quickly calls for the bell as Die, in his infinite wisdom, releases Lull and yawns... Looking rather bored. But a sexy sort of bored that no mortal could even hope to match.*
Finkel: And the winner of the match... Die! Shiguya!
*But the god doesn't even celebrate, rather he just walks out of the arena with a look of 'I didn't even care about this match or this loser in the first place. I actually forgot I even had a match. But at least I got a victory.' on his gorgeous face as the camera cuts to the next segment.*
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Post by Toom E. Guci on Sept 13, 2007 2:02:04 GMT -5
The arena falls silent. Suddenly....
* "Summer Overture" by Clint Mansell begins to play *
Lillian: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, weighing in at 205 lbs, and from New York, New York, Exner!
Exner walks out on the stage and looks out at the crowd. After a brief moment, Exner makes his way down to the ring. The crowd is somewhat confused on how to respond to him.
JR: Exner is relatively new to the EWT. He hasn't really had a one on one match with a fellow EWT superstar yet. Jesse: Oh, but he will tonight. His opponent is one that is known for his brawling, technical, and high flying combo style. JR: But he was already in a match earlier tonight. Don't you think that is a little unfair? Jesse: He's been double booked before and knows how to pace himself so he doesn't blow all his strength in one match. JR: I guess you're right.
* "White & Nerdy" by Weird Al begins to play *
Lillian: And his opponent, weighing in at 200 lbs, from Oklahoma City, Oklahoma, Koda Kazar!
Koda stands out on the stage and simply basks in the sea of cheers he is taking in. Koda begins to make his way down the ring, shaking hands with fans on the way down. Koda slides into the ring and poses for the crowd. While Koda is posing, Exner knocks him down from behind. The ref calls for the match to start.
Exner pauses for a second before moving, as if pondering the moral of his action. Exner leans down and lifts Koda to his feet. Exner hits Koda with the Red Scare, unleashing several blows to Koda's rib cage, before knocking him down with a big knee to the face. With Koda on the ground, Exner applies a quick knee lock then lets go after a few seconds and applies a shoulder/elbow lock combo hold. Koda begins screaming in pain and attempts to get to the closest rope, but Exner has Koda pinned down. Koda then decides to roll over, reversing Exner's submission hold into a pin on Koda's side.
One!
Two!
Kickout!
Exner releases his hold and kicks out just in time. Koda gets up to his feet first, but holds his right shoulder. Exner approaches him, but Koda levels him with a discus punch. Koda bounces off the ropes and hits Exner with a jumping leg drop/elbow drop combo. Koda gets back to his feet and hits another spinning elbow onto Exner before backing off. Koda measures Exner up and attempts a shining wizard, but Exner catches his foot. Exner gets up to his feet while still holding Koda's left foot. Koda leaps up with his right foot and hits an enzugiri on Exner, but doesn't stop there. Koda rolls through with his momentum and hits Exner in the back of the head with the heel of his left foot as Exner falls to the mat.
Koda climbs to the top rope and attempts a Mushroom Stomp on Exner, but Exner rolls out of the way. Koda lands on his feet and rolls on the mat to transfer his momentum. Koda gets back to his feet. However, Koda shows signs of his leg hurting him. Exner goes to hit Koda with a right, but Koda blocks the blow and knees Exner in the gut. Koda whips Exner into the ropes and Koda climbs up Exner. Koda begins nailing Exner with the 10 count corner punch.
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Exner interupts the sixth blow by grabing Koda's legs and begins walking out of the corner. Exner levels Koda with the Roswell Bomb. Exner falls back to the mat and begins to catch his breath. Exner leaps to the top rope and dives at Koda. Exner connects with the Magic Bullet on a prone Koda. Exner attempts a pin fall.
One!
Two!
Kickout!
Exner rolls to his feet and lifts Koda to his. Exner begins wailing on Koda with lefts and rights, backing him into the corner. Exner backs off and waits for Koda. Exner charges at Koda and attempts a clothesline, but Koda ducks. Koda attempts to clothesline Exner, but Exner hits Koda with a Paul is Dead. Exner climbs up to the top rope and connects with a Lunar Landing on Koda.
Koda rollss over and clenches his abdomen. Exner begins stomping on Koda's body. Exner lifts Koda up again and hits a jumping arm breaker. Exner doesn't let go of Koda's arm, and instead places Koda's hand on the mat and steps on it slowly. Exner then grinds his dress shoe into Koda's hand. The crowd doesn't think kindly of this and boos loudly.
Exner is confused as to what they find wrong. After another moment of inner debate, Exner locks in another knee lock on Koda. Koda fights his way to a bottom rope and the ref warns Exner to let go. Exner holds on until the third count and lets go. Exner sets Koda's knee between the middle and bottom turnbuckles, and Exner climbs to the second turnbuckle. Exner leaps off and kicks Koda in the leg.
Exner pulls Koda out of the corner and lifts him to his feet. Koda leaps up and attempts to hit Exner with a hurricanrana, but Exner uses all the strength in him not to complete the move. Exner instead pulls Koda up and drops him in a power bomb. Exner doesn't let go and hits two more power bombs in a row without letting go, completing his Illuminati-Bomb combo. Exner holds Koda to the mat after the third bomb and flips over him, attempting a bridging pin.
One!
Two!
Kickout!
Exner can't believe he didn't get the pin. Exner begins shouting in the refs face, as Koda begins to stir. Koda makes it to his feet as Exner finishes arguing with the ref. Exner turns around and is nailed with a pele kick from Koda. Koda lifts Exner to his feet and whips him into the ropes. As Exner makes his way back, Koda hits him with a backbreaker and follows up with a STO as Exner pops up from the backbreaker. Koda begins stalking Exner, as Koda begins shaking with hype. Koda runs at Exner and hits him with a STO backbreaker. Koda doesn't let go and falls backwards, hitting Exner with a Triple Kill! Koda rolls Exner over and drapes an arm over him.
Jesse: This could be it JR! The Triple Kill!
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Two!
Kickout!
A look of desperate sorrow washes over Koda, signalling he doesn't have much left in him after the Gauntlet match earlier. Koda urges his body to get to his feet. Koda measures Exner up, and as Exner makes his way onto one knee, Koda runs up the ropes behind him and hits the Matrix Bulldog. Koda bounces off the opposite ropes and hits Exner in the face with a drop kick. Koda falls to the mat from lose of breath. Koda takes deep gulps as he pushes himself to his feet once again.
Koda whips Exner into the ropes and connects with a 540 spin kick to the face. Koda bends over to regain his breath once more, but Exner gets up. As Koda is still regaining his breath, Exner hits him with a bulldog while he is still bent over. Exner lifts Koda to his feet and in one fluid motion slams him with a snap suplex. Exner doesn't let go and goes up for another suplex, but Koda floats over and hits Exner with a release German suplex. Both men lay flat out and the ref begins the 10 count.
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Exner somehow makes it to his feet in time. Exner stumbles about on his feet as he tries to regain his center of balance. Exner turns around to Koda and forcebly pull him to his feet. Exner whips Koda into the corner and charges after him. Exner connects with the Fearful Symmentry! Koda falls back into the corner as Exner backs off for another charge. Koda dodges out of the corner as Exner hits his head on the top turnbuckle. Koda kicks the stumbling Exner in the gut and lifts him up for the Double Kill, but Koda's right shoulder gives and Koda drops Exner onto his feet. Exner spins Koda around and connects with the Second Shooter! Exner rolls Koda off and barely drapes an arm across Koda's chest.
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Lillian: Here is your winner, Exner!
Exner looks down at Koda and begins to leave the ring, but looks back. Exner then continues up the ramp. Oddly, it doesn't seem like Exner is happy with his victory, as he isn't celebrating his win.
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Post by Toom E. Guci on Sept 13, 2007 2:02:26 GMT -5
Finkel: Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is a First Blood match! Introducing the first participant, weighing in at 290 pounds, he is Andy “The Eagle†Davidson!
[This Ain’t A Scene hits the arena as Andy Davidson walks down to the ring, casually twirling his snooker cue, with an intense look on his face]
Finkel And his opponent, weighing-
[Finkel is cut off by the distinct motorcycle revving of Kickstart My Heart as Jonnie Sparks makes his way to the ring with his usual cocky smile. Sparks jumps into the ring and poses for the crowd to the delight of..no one]
JR: Not the warmest crowd reception I’ve ever heard.
Ventura: They’re all just in awe of him, JR.
[Sparks turns around to face the monstrous Davidson, his smile fading. The ref frisks both men and calls for the bell]
Jonnie Sparks vs. Andy Davidson First Blood Match
*Both men circle each other, waiting for the other to make the first move. Finally Davidson leans in and tries to grab Sparks, but he slips out and bails to the outside of the ring, closely followed by Davidson. As Davidson closes in on him, Sparks suddenly stops, whips around and kicks Davidson right in the gut. Davidson doubles over and Sparks floors him with a rising knee, right to the forehead! Sparks quickly stoops down to check for blood, but...no dice.
*Sparks grabs Davidson’s head and attempts to lift him back up, but, mainly due to the fact that Davidson outweighs him by more than 100 pounds, he fails. So, instead, he turns his attention to a nearby reasonably attractive female fan.
Sparks: So, what are you doing later on this evening?
*The reasonably attractive female fan slaps Sparks across the face. Spurned, Sparks turns around...to meet the reasonably large and relatively angry Andy Davidson, who grabs Sparks by the back of the neck and drags him to the ring steps and raises Spark’s head over it, and gets elbowed in the ribs before he can slam his head down. A slugfest ensues, with Davidson quickly winning, and throwing Sparks back into the ring. Davidson climbs back in as Sparks gets back to his feet and dashes at him and attempts a clothesline...to no effect. Sparks backs up again and tries again, but, again, nothing. Finally Sparks backs up and sprints, full force at Davidson, only to be grabbed and given a vicious spinebuster!
*Wasting no time, Davidson leaps on top of Sparks and begins laying punch after punch onto him. Finally he pulls Sparks back up and gives him a headbutt, dropping Sparks like a sack of potatoes. However, still no sign of blood, though Spark’s forehead is starting to look rather discolored. Davidson pulls Sparks back up to his feet again, though at this point, Sparks is practically limp. Davidson lets Sparks drop and moves to each turnbuckle, undoing the padding on each one. He returns to Sparks, picks him up, and lifts him over his head and moves towards the nearest turnbuckle...but Sparks manages to get out of the grip before he’s dropped. Davidson turns around quickly, but Sparks shoulder charges Davidson right into the exposed turnbuckle and begins laying strike after strike into him, causing Davidson to slump down in the corner. Sparks quickly bails out of the ring and grabs a chair from near the guardrail, pausing to flip off the reasonably attractive female fan from earlier. Sparks slides back in with the chair and positions himself on the opposite side of the ring from Davidson. Giving a yell, Sparks sprints towards the prone Eagle, and...VAN DAMINATOR! Davidson slumps to the ground, face-first, as Sparks motions the ref over and eagerly turns Davidson over to reveal...no blood! Sparks face goes red with anger as he leaves the ring again and pokes around underneath it, searching for something to finally do Davidson in. During the search, a voice rings out from the audience.
Large Angry Man with Beer in Hand: Hey, Sparks!
Sparks: [Turning around] What do you want?
Large Angry Man with Beer in Hand: Were you just hitting on my wife?
*Sparks looks to the left of the large angry man and notices the reasonably attractive woman from earlier. His faces pales.
Sparks: Uh...no?
Large Angry Man with Beer in Hand: That’s not what she told me!
Sparks: Then I guess that makes her ugly AND a liar.
*Grinning from that oh-so-witty insult, Sparks strides off, leaving the two angry fans behind. Suddenly, Sparks notices Davidson’s snooker cue lying on the ground and grabs it. He holds it over his head and brings it down onto his knees, snapping it in two. He drops one half, keeping the sharper one and slides back into the ring, where Davidson is still out cold. Sparks moves cautiously towards him, holding the jagged end of the cue like a dagger. He grabs Davidson’s head and lifts it up and swings the cue down....but Davidson’s hand shoots up and grabs Sparks hand! The crowd pops as Davidson rises to his feet with a look of rage on his face. Sparks’ eyes go wide as Davidson pulls him in and slugs him right in the face, dropping him. Davidson grabs the chair and sets it up in a seating position. He lifts Sparks up and tosses him into the ropes, and on the rebound Davidson lifts him up and...Flapjack head-first onto the seat of the chair! And yet, no blood at all.
*Livid, Davidson kicks the chair over and lifts Sparks back up and puts him in a DDT position. He tries to pull him down but Sparks knees him in the stomach. Davidson releases his grip and doubles over as Sparks backs up and elbows Davidson in the head, causing him to stagger. Sparks repeats the action and Davidson staggers farther back. Sparks dropkicks Davidson, sending him head over heels over the top rope. Sparks jumps up on the top rope and waits for Davidson to get to his feet...Sparks jumps off the top rope, grabs onto Davidson’s head and pulls him down... TORNADO DDT ONTO THE FLOOR!
*Both men are down for god-knows-how-long as the crowd chants “HOLY S***! HOLY S***!†Finally Sparks stands up and pulls Davidson’s face up off the ground. He drops it quickly, a huge grin forming on his face. He gestures at the ref, who slides out of the ring to check Davidson. Joyously, Sparks rolls the British behemoth over, to reveal a slow trickle of crimson falling from his forehead! The ref calls for the bell!
Winner: Jonnie Sparks
[Kickstart My Heart hits the arena one more time as Sparks staggers up the entrance ramp, holding his head, grinning all the while and taunting the booing fans in attendance.]
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Post by Toom E. Guci on Sept 13, 2007 2:02:42 GMT -5
* We cut backstage to where Toom E Dangerously is in his office & approached by Todd Grisham.*
Todd: Excuse me, Mr. Dangerously. Mind if I have a minute of your time?
Toom: You want a minute? You want a damn minute? Don’t you realize I have things to do? Because of this imbecile dorf, I had to wrestle yesterday against jzbadblood. And jzbadblood went against his word to me. And now today, I am forced to wrestle Heiden-dorf. Last time we saw that idiot, he was idiot a damn cheese sandwich in a wheelchair.
Todd: That’s why I am here. I am here regarding dorf & his comments earlier tonight.
Toom: His comments? His comments? He opens a pay per view that I created & claims he raised the buy rates. How the hell do you raise buy rates when this is his first pay per view in charge? That shows you how much of an imbecile he is. And he aligns himself with Heiden-dorf, which shows he has a bad choice of who he hangs out with.
Todd: Didn’t you hang out with a similar fella by the name of Ogre?
Toom: GET OUT OF MY OFFICE NOW!!
* We cut back to the ring as Todd leaves in a hurry.*
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Post by Toom E. Guci on Sept 13, 2007 2:03:36 GMT -5
JR: A fine show you so far, wouldn't you say so Jesse?
Jesse: JR, your definition of fine and my definition are apparently no where close together.
JR: No come on, Jesse! These kids have tried their best.
Jesse: If that's their best, I'd hate to see their worst.
JR: Well regardless, we're in for a treat tonight... The return of the GND Title in what will be a slobberknocker of a match. A tale of two friends, driven against each other by many factors... Including the brainwashing of Madison by the Draugr and the quest of Synthy to prove herself as a symbol of strength of womanhood.
Jesse: Ah but you forget the other treat involved! Dorf has signed this match to be a Lingerie match!
JR: Yes it is but do not forget the Barbwire Steel Cage in it as well. I might as well say it but I'm ashamed of our co-owner Dorf. It would appear that he has failed to see the struggle that many of the talented GNDs went through to bring this division back from the ashes.
Jesse: Well that might be, JR, but you can't deny what sells.
~The sounds of spooky clown band Stolen Babies begins to play as "Tablescraps", the entrance theme belonging to Madison The Clown Girl, begins to play. The harlequin herself arrives on the stage but looking far less cheerful and manic than usual. Almost emotionless. Her typical clownish face paint looks a lot more mime-ish as it's pale white with black circles underneath her eyes. Coupled with black lipstick and a few upside down broken hearts on her cheek. She's wearing a gray colored robe, concealing her entire body. She makes her way towards the ring, never looking at the hellish structure she's going to be wrestling in. The official opens the door for her so that can enter while her pink, fuzzy bodyguard, Mr.Bunny, waits outside of the ring, inside of the cage as well. Madison stands in the center of the ring, still without any trace of a grin or smirk~
JR: Spine chilling is the entrance of Madison the Clown Girl.
Jesse: I don't know if I'd call that Spine chilling but does exude one thing. And that is the appearance of a Madison we've never seen before... A focused Madison. What can be more dangerous than that?
*The opening guitar line to 'Ghostflowers' throbs out of the speakers, and the lights flicker to purple. Out steps Synthy Eris, shades noticeably absent. However, as if in an almost-mockery of Madison's former cheerful self, her make up is more garish then usual. Her eyeliner is a shocking poison green, her white eyeshadow is highlighted by an abnormally bright red and purple, and her lips are painted in with an electric blue, sparkling gloss smoothed over it. Yet, she makes the look menacing, creepy, and it looks quite mean with the reddish scar that creeps beneath her left eye.*
Jesse: And I thought the creepy Clown Girl was bizarre looking enough.
JR: I think it's a statement Jesse. A statement to Madison. But as to what exactly, I have no clue.
*She rolls her shoulders as she stares down the ramp at Madison. A few seconds tick by, and the deep, dark purple lights brighten slightly, revealing Synthy's in a black silky robe that encases her entire body. Her grin is grim, and she strides down the ramp without any smartass commentary to the audience. She stops for a moment, glaring at the Bunnyman. She raises her left hand and enough is revealed to show that she's flipping him a not-so-nice gesture before climbing through the gate. She takes a deep breath, and pauses and makes a quick glance to Madison.*
Jesse: Do I detect a hint of hesitancy in Synthy?
JR: She's in the ring with an ex-friend for a very prized title. I'd say she has a lot of emotions riding on this. I think she would have to be a machine to not have all this affect.
Jesse: You mean she isn't?
~Madison glares towards her once very close friend before slipping a hand out from under her robe. She wiggles a few fingers which is instructions to Mr.Bunny to grab a pair of microphones before the cage is locked. He muscles his way past the ref with ease and hands the two finalists the mics as requested before exiting. Madison gives her microphone a few pats, ignoring any cat calling from the audience~
Jesse: It's a good thing there's a cage separating these two from the crowd. Otherwise, I think we would be getting a few lawsuits.
JR: That's an understatement. I wonder how this will affect their performance tonight.
*Synthy looks around with an incredibly, viciously irritated look on her face as she looks down at her robe and the cage binding the two to insanity. With a disgusted look, and slightly vocal growl, she jumps onto one of the turnbuckles opposite Madison, stares at the entrance where she just came from, and brings the mic to her lips.*
Synthy: What the smurf were the head bosses' thinking? What the HELL gives them the idea they can make us completely embarrass our own asses in a match like this? It's a sick, twisted joke. Granted, I'm not one to knock brutal, bloody matches, but this is a outright perversion on such a story. 'Lingerie? Are you kidding?' Was the first thought that came to my mind when I heard the announcement. I thought someone had spiked my Pepsi when I heard it. I thought I was completely trippin'. After all, my few glorious months here in EWT...has no one in management heard my words? Has no one in management heard my voice, nor seen my smurfing matches? I. Hate. Cheesecake in wrestling. It doesn't fit. I'm supposed to show off my temple for people to gawk over, and -pick out every flaw in my body?! I'm supposed to just play good little wimpy wrestling woman and....
*A long pause. She peers at the shellshocked, amazed crowd. Then, without looking at the other woman, gestures for Madison to speak. Madison quickly follows suit and hops onto one of the turnbuckles twirling her microphone like a gunslinger in a spaghetti western before she begins to speak~
Madison: .....just be eye candy for'a buncha horny LOSERS?! Nuh-uh! Not happenin! Me....Synthy....and every other girl that worked to the bone to get this division up and running again AIN'T lettin' that happen! Ya think this is funny? Ya think we're just gonna jump through yer hoops? Think again!
JR: Strong words from two very talented women. Good for them.
Jesse: I can bet half the PPV buying audience have turned off the channel now.
JR: Oh stop it!
~Madison tosses off her robe to reveal that she is wearing her usual ring attire, except that it's gray and black colored, and NOT lingerie. This gets a mixed response. Some wanting to see her scantily clad and some happy that she's standing up for herself and not demeaning herself~
Madison: ....Ya don't like it? GO TO HELL! Ya wanna see skin? GO GET'A PLAYBOY! 'Cause we're WRESTLERS. An' we're NOT gonna let this division turn into a joke!
Syn: Hell no. Death to a Title and a division that has yet to return from the grave? Double destruction is not happening on my watch. We'll prove that this title has just as much blood, sweat, tears, and ambition going into it that any other title does!
*Synthy whips off her own robe to reveal a black midriff tank top with a grinning silver skull on the front, and black bellbottoms with a silver spiral design. Her tattoos are in full display, and she power throws her robe over the top of the cage. Her eyes then go directly to Madison and a word is spoken.
Syn: ...Whammy.
~Madison turns her attention to the lame, red, relic of game show history. She quickly dropsaults the abomination and then proceeds to stomp the holy, living hell out of it. She takes a run and tosses it out of the ring, the ridiculous thing crashing into the steel cage in the process~
Madison: THAT is everything that's wrong with "creative's" view on women's wrestling. Now bring us a REAL REF!
Jesse: Say good bye to the special ref.
JR: We've started off the match with an injury! And the match hasn't even started nor is the person injured one of the competitors!
Jesse: I'd done the same thing, JR.
~With that an honest to goodness, real life referee comes racing out from the back! Gasp! He enters the ring, the cage is finally locked, the bell rings and the match begins. Despite their show of unity Madison wastes no time leaping onto one of ladder's rungs, with the speed of cat, and dives off for a crossbody. Synthy ducks down and Madi hits nothing but canvas. Synthy boots the darkly dressed clown in the stomach a few times before pulling her up to whip her towards the ladder. Madison stops from crashing into the ladder by gripping it and performing a handstand. She balances herself with one hand almost to taunt her opponent. Synthy zooms towards her but when she does Madison drops and wraps her ankles around Synthy's neck. The grim harlequin (WEEEE that rhymes!) pushes off the ladder to complete a twirling head scissors that sends Synthy's head crashing into a middle turnbuckle~
Jesse: Now that was impressive JR.
JR: Amazing Frankensteiner by Madison!
Jesse: That wasn't... Nevermind.
~Mr.Bunny slides into the ring and drops onto his hands and knee's, going to use himself as a furry, pink, gigantic springboard. Madison sprints up Mr.Bunny's back and dives for Synthy getting a large amount of air in the process. Synthy is able to use her smaller opponents lack of size against her as she back drops the incoming Madison over the ropes. Madi goes a complete flip and crashes into the cage on the outside! Mr.Bunny sees that the plan has backfired as he gets back to his feet and slaps his forehead, quickly going to check on his charge.~
JR: BAH GAWD, Madison has to be broken in half!
Jesse: She has a boo-boo tops.
Syn leans against the ropes, staring down at her handiwork- she races back to the other ropes, bounces off of them and races to other side, flinging herself over the ropes- and takes down Mr.Bunny with a hurricanrana! She quickly gets up and stomps Mr. Bunny's interfering midsection- but out of nowhere, Madison flings herself at Synthy and cuts her down with a bulldog! Synthy's face smacks face-first into the ground. Madison climbs back into the ring, and Syn quickly recovers and goes after her. As Synthy slides into the ring, Madison is prepared. She quickly smushes Syn back into the mat with a cartwheel legdrop! Syn's legs are hanging out of the ring, which the newly-arisen Mr.Bunny takes advantage of by pulling her out. Madison nods and this time hits a solid crossbody off the apron to Syn.
Jesse: Bravo! Beautiful teamwork by Mr. Bunny and Madison!
JR: That would be fine, but this is a ONE ON ONE MATCH!
Jesse: Synthy knew what she was getting into.
Madison stares at Synthy, but quickly gets up to re-enter the ring. Synthy staggers up and grabs Madison's arm, and whiplashes her into the cage! As Madi flails backward, Syn cuts her down with a Diamond Cutter! Synthy rolls Madison back into the ring and attempts the first pin fall of the contest..
JR: THIS COULD BE IT!
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Jesse: Not a chance!
Two..
..Madi kicks out! Synthy pulls Madison up by her mess of rainbow hair. She sinks her ex-apartment mate into a suplex position and completes it, rolling through for another pin fall attempt. ONE..TWO..not enough! Synthy once again pulls Madi up by her hair, clamping her hands down onto the sides of her head, driving a knee strikes into her forehead. Madison stands dazed in the middle of the ring and Eris runs the ropes. Running on instinct, Madison leap frogs the charging fuchsia-haired wrestler. Synthy skids to a halt, standing behind Madison, readying a enziguri surprise when she turns around. But Madison is able to duck it and Synthy hits nothing but air. The Clown quickly capitalizes on the mistake by nailing Synthy with a spinning heel kick. Stumbling about to regain some focus, Madison turns her attention to the ladder. She moves her way behind it and shoves it downwards......right on top of Synthy!~
JR: This could be dangerous! That ladder isn't made out of chocolate after all!
Jesse: ...Why would it be in the first place?
JR: I have no idea.
Syn unleashes an audible groan as the ladder crushes downward. Madison grins wickedly, before doing a cartwheel and stomping down on the ladder! She does this a few times, - but soon enough, Synthy's strength comes into play, as she flings the ladder off of her- and Madison goes with it! Synthy remains on the ground for a second, wiping sweat from her face and trying to regain her lost wind. She crawls to her hands and feet, and spies the downed Harlequin. She glances at the ladder and sprints up. With a casual look of evil, she grabs it and manages to use it like a pole vault! She plants it down in such an angle that she flips over it and into a swanton on Madison!
JR: Now that was impressive!
Jesse: I have to agree with you there, JR. Great move by Eris there.
~Quickly, the leggy woman flips herself backward and grabs the ladder, this time using it to sandwich Madison inbetween it's bars. Syn casts a solid glance at the dazed clown and takes a breath. With a shake of her head, she climbs to the top rope and turns. She casts a glance at the audience, and uses her momentum in a moonsault onto the ladder/Madison combo. She slides off of it, and clutches her stomach. Madison doesn't look much better. Mr.Bunny looks pissed. And furry. Madison looks fairly limp smushed inside of the steel ladder and after stuffing some of her pain down, Synthy drags her out. She makes a tight cover....ONE....TWO....nope, still a kick out! Meanwhile, a figure can be seen making it's way through the crowd. No, two figures. Corpse and Wraith from The Draugr to be specific. The two ghouls push their way through the crowd and hop over the ring barrier, now at ring side. Corpse is carrying a burlap sack which he drops to the ground. Wraith un-ties it and removes two items....a chainsaw and a white hockey mask! He places the hockey mask on and in a homage to Jason Vorhees and revs up the chainsaw. The green haired zombie swings the chainsaw towards the cage and sparks begin to fly from it~
JR: NO! NO! NO! WHAT ARE THESE HEINOUS MEN DOING?!
Jesse: You need glasses? They're cutting into the cage, most likely to assist Madison. Aren't you a veteran of this business?
~Both Synthy and the referee notice this and the official is helpless to stop anything (guy's gotta fricken chainsaw!) Synthy watches this sight and Madison starts to climb to her feet measuring her ex-pal, just waiting for her to turn around. Miss Eris finally does look back to her opponent and receives two diving boots right to her knee's! Synthy smacks onto her face and Madison holds the back of her neck while trying to regain some focus. The dreary clown props the ladder between the middle ropes before draping Synthy across it, belly first. A few punches to the back of the head keeps her strung there for the time being. Madison scales to the top turnbuckle, one that is adjacent with her target. She leaps off and drives Synthy's head into the ladder with a leaping Fame-Asser! Madison lands on her stomach from the crash landing and Synthy collapses onto her back and a trickle of blood can be seen running down her face. ..While this went on, Wraith has just about chain sawed his way through a portion of the steel cage. Now providing entry for himself and Corpse~
JR: OH NO! SYNTHY'S DOWN AND THOSE TWO THINGS FROM THE DRAUGR ARE ENTERING! SOMEONE GET HELP!
Jesse: I doubt anyone would be brave enough. Synthy better find some spinach or a miracle pill. Unless she does, I'm pretty sure I could guess the winner.
JR: I think you underestimate her!
Jesse: I think you're being foolish.
~Syn, the blood trickling slightly, stares at them through a red haze as the sparks encircle around them and they make their way inside. Madison sees the zombies as well and jumps up, a single clap is heard from her, and she leans down toward Syn. Bad move on her part. The manic look that Synthy has is unmistakable. She’s got an adrenaline rush. She grabs Madison by the neck and switches their positions with a monkeyflip! She throws a solid punch to Madison’s face, climbs off and stands up. She sends a look to the surrounding men in the cage. Then she looks back at the clown girl, back at the men, and gets an idea. Before Madison gets a chance to regain her wind, Synthy picks her up, and throws her directly at Mr.Bunny! The Harlequin Princess yelps and sails over the ropes directly onto her bodyguard. Syn looks to the crowd- who are cheering on this move! Synthy takes a deep breath and races toward the newly-opened hole in the cage, and uses the ropes as leverage to send her -own- body to take out The Draugr in a double crossbody! The blood flies as smoothly as she does, Wraith drops the chainsaw from shock. The audience are in alarm and awe. Madison’s sprawled atop Mr.Bunny, who looks oddly similar to @_@. Synthy is twitching and crawling meekly off of the two dazed zombies. The Referee, in a strange turn of the table, is the only one left standing in the ring!
JR: In what looks like a horror movie, blood and bodies are strewn every where in this match!
Jesse: But unlike a horror movie, this is actually entertaining.
Syn is shakily pulling herself up using the cage wall. Unfortunately, she collapses back downward when she reaches the ring canvas. Madison has begun to stand again, and The Draugr’s surprise is wearing off. Madison slowly crawls back into the ring, using the ropes to pull herself back up to her feet. She grabs Synthy by the back of her hair and forces her back up to a vertical base. Synthy's arms are crossed around her neck like an "X" as Madison applies a backcracker at the same time! Madison doesn't let go of the hold and keeps Synthy's arms crossed while her back is bent over her knees. Madison pulls back on it as tightly as she cans but Syn refuses to give up. Madison eventually loosens to hold only to kick Synthy in the back to drive her face into the mat.
JR: Jesse can you believe how BRUTAL this match is?
Jesse: Two wrestlers fighting to restore honor to a dead title that means the world to both of them? These two won't stop until one of them is dead.
Madison proceeds to whip Synthy into the ropes and ducks her head, looking for a back body drop. Synthy springs over Madi and tries for a sunset flip but Madison sits down into a pin! ONE..TWO..Synthy kicks her legs up and reverses the pin..ONE..TWO..Madison rolls out, quickly flips over Synthy into another pinning combination..ONE..TWO..Synthy is able to power out, keeping her arms around Madison's stomach and now has her in a powerbomb position. Synthy slams Madi downward with a sit-out powerbomb! She holds her for a pin..ONE..TWO..no, kickout! Synthy rises to her feet but finds herself yanked to the outside by Corpse and Wraith! The pair each hold one of Synthy's arms and violently drive her into the cage with a double russian legsweep! Syn is rolled back into the ring to get hit by the end of Madison’s corkscrew splash. By this time, both of the women look torn up, but Synthy’s on the worse end. The Draugr keep circling around the ring, looking for more ways to help their ally win, and Mr.Bunny is... just a bastard as usual.
JR: DAMMIT! THIS ISN'T FAIR!
Jesse: Life isn't fair. Those who think otherwise fail at it.
Madison looks grimly pleased as she continues to pounce after Syn. When Madison goes to the top rope, Syn begins to stir and as Mad leaps off for a top-rope elbow, Syn gets her knees up! She crawls to her feet using the ropes- and Corpse lays her out by grabbing her feet and tripping her! Madison takes the opportunity to drag the ladder over to Synthy, and has her clamped in between it’s handles, perhaps as payback from earlier.
Jesse: This is going to be brutal.
JR: THIS IS GOING TO BE THE END FOR SYNTHY!
A murmur starts running through the crowd, as a solitary, tall figure has shown up at the top of the ramp, the murmur gets even louder as the person scopes out what’s happening in the ring, the brutal beatdown that’s happening to the outmatched Synthy. The person watches a few more seconds, and runs down to the ring! The crowd is shocked by the fact that the man running down...
-Is Die Shiguya! He manages to lope through the hole in the ring and immediately hits a double clotheslines to the charging horror-movie enthusiasts. Shiguya grabs onto the side of the cage, kicks off of it, and drives his knees into Corpse while his elbows slam into Wraith. Quickly, he rolls off of them and spears Mr.Bunny into the cage wall. After this, he turns back to Wraith and Corpse, just in time to dodge their move! He hits a high kick directly toward Wraith’s head and chokeslams Corpse onto Mr.Bunny. He places a lose strand of hair behind his ear and walks to the other side of the ring, ensuring Syn has a fairer chance.
JR: THANK GOD FOR DIE SHIGUYA!
Jesse: Why's this guy here? What's his motive?
JR: He wants to help Synthy!
Jesse: Bah, this guy only cares about himself.
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Post by Toom E. Guci on Sept 13, 2007 2:03:55 GMT -5
Inside the ring, the action’s gotten even heavier. Syn and Madi are going back and forth with punches and kicks, both apparently having gotten another rush of energy. Blood stains Madison’s pale and dismal make-up, making her look like most children’s nightmares. Synthy’s makeup is mixed and running down her face in a demented waterfall of dreary color. Both women collide and Madison gets Synthy down with a dropsault! She jumps onto Synthy like a lion onto a weakened gazelle. But Synthy is no gazelle, as she manages to grab Madison’s shoulders and roll over so that she’s on Madison instead. She lands a solid punch before standing and lifting the smaller woman up. Baring her teeth and hits Madison with her own Rubber Mallet finisher! Swaying, she falls down onto her left knee, breathing deeply and wiping sweat off of her forehead.
Jesse: It's over! That's it! Tell the historians that Madison won this match.
JR: It's not over until it's over!
Jesse: You're a walking cliché machine.
On the outside, Wraith and Corpse are staring at Shiguya, who is the only person inside the cage not sweating or bleeding. He’s staring carefully at the other men, making sure they don’t cause more damage then they already have. The referee looks scared half to death and is sweating enough to show it. Syn seems injured, and Madison is half out of consciousness.
JR: This has been Hell on Earth for both GNDs, I imagine. And I think the match is winding down now.
Jesse: Winding down? It's OVER! All Madison has to do is pin Synthy.
The audience is going wild. This match has been hellacious and they want more. Madison stirs, and Syn is trying to revive her energy stores. Madison sits up and sees Syn, just as Synthy looks up. The two hit eye to eye, and the battle rages on. Madison pauses for a moment to take her vision away from Synthy and to Shiguya. Their eyes meet for a moment before a pair of hands grip the distracted Nega Versian's legs and drag him outside of the ring. The pair of hands belonging to the vengeful pair of Draugr members. Madison looks back to her opponent, snapping out of it, as the female grapplers lock up with one another. While they remain in a grip with each other, struggling for dominance, Wraith and Corpse are putting the boots to Shiguya as he lays against the cage. Soon, Shiguya is hurled through the hole The Draugr made during their entrance. The mysterious lanky man begins to valiantly fight back and soon the fight spills out into the crowd. Corpse, Wraith and Shiguya all disappear amongst the masses as the brawl rages on.
Jesse: And now it's back to an even match. Thank goodness that no good Die is gone.
JR: How can you say that, Jesse? And didn't you say the match was over.
Jesse: Die interfered. That's why this match isn't over.
Back inside the ring, Madison slips behind Synthy and attempts to shove her face first into the ladder. Synthy grips it and puts the brakes on at the last second. Madison charges but is caught with an elbow to the face, causing her to stumble backwards. She proceeds to drop Madi with a swinging neckbreaker but before she can capitalize two fists crash into her upper back, provided by Mr.Bunny. Synthy drops to her stomach and Mr.Bunny tips the ladder over. It crashes to the mat and the giant rabbit-man grips Synthy by the back of her neck, dragging her back to her feet. He lifts the battered woman upwards for a chokeslam......but Synthy hooks her arm around his neck, swings her legs, and drops him head first onto the ladder with a Tornado DDT! Mr.Bunny is now slumped in the corner in a sitting position and devious thoughts grow within Miss Eris' mind. She sets the ladder up so that it's on his side......and unfortunately for him.....quite close to his crotch. She sprints backwards a few steps before baseball sliding the ladder straight between his legs! The male members of the audience can be heard audibly wincing while Mr.Bunny slumps out of the ring, flat on his face. Getting rid of the last of Madison's entourage costs her however as she turns right around to be struck with her own finisher, Synful Intentions! Madison smirks down at her fallen foe but doesn't want to go for a pin. She wants to make her victory spectacular. She begins to scale the ladder, slowly due to being so beaten and battered.
Jesse: NOW it's OVER! Synful Intentions! Say hello to our new GND Champion!
JR: Remember when you said something similar last time?
Jesse: That was then this is now!
Once reaching the top she takes a deep breath as flash bulbs begin to go off. She dives off with picture perfect Shooting Star Press, The Killing Joke, and successfully hits it! Madison rolls onto her back, gripping her stomach and even coughing up some blood. Finally she crawls back over to Synthy and drapes an arm across her..
Jesse: It's over.
ONE..
JR: It's a damn shame! Madison had so much help!
TWO..
Jesse: Just face it, Madison is the bette-
.............Kick out?!
JR: BAH GAWD! IT'S AMAZING!
Jesse: NO WAY!
The crowd can't believe it! Stunned silence erupts from every corner imaginable. Both women are completely out of breath, have rapidly been losing blood, and look to be drained of every last energy reserve they had.
JR: By all rights this should be over! But their unrelenting wills press them to competitor far after their bodies should have gave out!
Jesse: It's the want to be a champion.
JR: It's a personal matter than stemmed from a question of honor!
Jesse: It's both.
Seconds tick by, flowing forth into minutes. Both women are barely twitching. A slow clap begins to echo forth from the crowd. Even the boys in the back are cheering them on, although they can’t hear it.
The crowd: MAD-I! SYNTH-Y! MAD-I! SYNTH-Y!
Both women simultaneous spit out a glob of blood and they both begin to rise. Synthy is the quicker of the two, and her head lolls around her neck when she drags upward. Taking into consideration that even she had to get medical attention at some point very soon, she drags her feet over the ladder. Her eyes roll around for a moment, and she uses the now centered, upright ladder to keep balance. She pulls out it’s rungs and begins to climb. Every few steps, the fuschia-haired woman struggles to go up just one more. By the point she’s halfway up, Madison has spotted her. She pulls herself up using the ladder and begins to climb after the formerly-friendly foe. When both are at the very pinnacle of the ladder, they stare at each other- and punches are thrown!
JR: They are now both perched dangerous at the top! This won't end well!
Jesse: I imagine they are so weakened that the first to fall will be unable to move afterwards.
At Madison’s last punch, Synthy glares, blood red teeth and all. She grabs Madison’s arm, and adjusts her position, to Madison’s confusion. Syn elbows Madi in the back of the head-
Jesse: What could we be seeing here?
JR: QUICK! GET SOMEONE DOWN HERE! I HAVE A FEELING THIS IS GOING TO INJURY!
And goes flying off the ladder with Madison in a Side Effect! The audience watches this as if in slow motion, completely awed. Both women tumble through the air, and land to the very side of the ring. The audience are on their feet and screaming. An arm moves, and lands on her opponent’s chest. The referee, formerly scared into a corner for his life, runs beside the women and begins to count.
JR: BAH GAWD! THEY MUST BE BROKEN IN HALF!
1!
Jesse: There's no doubt, this is over now.
2!!
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The longest pin in the universe makes it to-
A 3!!!
The ref helps the winner stand up, and gestures for the beautiful Girl Next Door Championship to be brought inside the cage. He hands it to the triumphant one.
JR: THIS MATCH WAS THE MOST BRUTAL I'VE SEEN IN A LONG TIME!
Jesse: I think I can, along with everyone else, accept this girl as GND Champion.
Synthy Eris holds it in her outstretched arms. Tears can be seen falling from her face, mixing with blood. The pink droplets splotch onto the title as the Diva Killer falls to her knees. Proud, triumphant, and quietly crying.
JR: The long, hard road for Synthy Eris has ended. Her quest, completed. She is now the Champion of a division that was so near to death.
Jesse: And with a champ like her... I can guarantee that this division will only get better.
JR: Despite all her help, you can not deny the ability of Madison either.
Jesse: I dare say, JR, I know who would be the perfect number one contender for Synthy. The very woman that she had to throw off a ladder to defeat.
JR: I can't say I disagree.
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Post by Toom E. Guci on Sept 13, 2007 2:04:30 GMT -5
Announcer: The following contest is a Minipax Open Challenge match and is scheduled for one fall!
HUBOON Stomp pumps out of the Toomitron, as the crowd boos, the furry having switched back to his original theme since both his allies have embarked upon single careers. He steps out from the back, giving off a presence of pure anger, as he stomps down towards the ring, quite prepared for this match it looks like.
Announcer: Introducing first, representing the Cidal Squad, from Parts Unknown, weighing in at 272 pounds, "The Cidal Force" Crauswell!
Crauswell quickly rolls into the ring, rising slowly and looking around a bit wildly at the surrounding audience, as he nods, walking to the center of the ring, dropping down on both knees and spreading his wings, in his sgnature taunt, slowly rising back and walking over to a nearby turnbuckle, simply leaning back against it and watching the entranceway, to see who Minipax will send to face him... if anyone dares to do so.
The Toomitron lights up, as the sounds of... silence are heard, as the challenger walks out, the member of Minipax... the Midnight Mystery. The crowd looks quite a bit shocked since the Mystery hasn't been seen in awhile. Crauswell shows no intimidation, as simply watches in wait, examining the massive opponent of his.
Announcer: And introducing the challenger, representing Minipax, from The Darkest Depths, weighing in at 352 pounds, The Midnight Mystery!
Midnight steps down the rampway slowly, stepping over the ropes and into the ring, with one thing on his mind as usual, that being destruction. Crauswell steps right up to the massive Mystery, who gazes back from behind that lucha mask, barely even budging. The furry simply nods up at him, then quickly crosses his throat, immediately delivering a kick right to the left leg! The match is on as the bell quickly rings. Crauswell follows up with a few more swift kicks to the leg, Mystery stumbling back slightly, as Craus grabs the leg, looking for a Dragon Screw, Mystery retaliating with a punch to the face, sending Craus stumbling back. He charges forward for a clothesline, Craus quickly countering with a drop toe hold, dropping Mystery to the mat, as he quickly grabs that leg, stomping at it, Mystery quickly kicking his opponent off with a free foot. He slowly rises up, Craus however charging again, showing some incredible power, scooping up and driving Mystery into the mat! He mounts and starts delivering a vicious series of fists, Mystery powering out, sending the furry rolling, who rolls back to his feet. He continues to show no fear, charging again and looking for a leg drop across that same leg, Mystery rolling out of the way. He reaches over, using the ropes to help himself to his feet, as he glares down, walking over and delivering a shoulder chop, then pulling Craus up to his feet. He delivers a few headbutts, before hoisting him up and hitting a scoop slam. He runs back off the ropes, coming back for a running leg drop, looking for a cover. 1....2
Crauswell easily kicks out. The Mystery looks on, stomping a bit at his opponent, as he pulls him up again, delivering another Shoulder Chop. Craus stumbles back, as Mystery yanks him atop his shoulders, charging forward for an Oklahoma Slam, Craus however slipping out from behind, delivering a stiff kick to the back of that already sore leg, as Mystery stops, the furry grabbing and driving Mystery into the mat with a Russian Leg Sweep, then rising back up quickly, walking over and clinching a standing scissors on that leg, before dropping down to apply a Crucifix Kneebar! Mystery looks on in a bit of pain, slowly managing to sit up and deliver a few fists, quickly breaking the hold before too much damage can be done. He rises slowly to his feet, pulling Crauswell up with him, only for the furry to break out, leaping up and delivering a jumping forearm right to the face! Mystery stumbles back as Craus starts unleashing a brutal series of quick body shots, hunching his opponent over. He quickly runs off the ropes, leaping up for a scissors kick, only for the Mystery to avoid it, following with a clothesline! He then reaches down, cradling the furry in his grip, then launching him into the air with a Gorilla Press Slam, Craus slamming into the mat, gasping perhaps in frustration, as he pushes himself off the mat, Mystery running over and delivering a stomp across the back of the head, quickly rolling him over for another cover. 1....2..
Crauswell again kicks out, clearly not wanting to lose this. The Mystery looks on a bit in surprise, as he sits up, delivering a few more stomps to the furry, then yanking him back to his feet, delivering a kick to the chest, following up with some powerful clubs to the back, taking the furry back down. He quickly sits down hard atop the furry, who gasps a bit, Mystery looking to apply the Camel Clutch, quickly managing to do so. he starts pulling back hard on that neck, as Crauswell endures the hold, twitching a bit in pain. He starts slowly crawling over closer towards the bottom rope, as Mystery keeps himself weighted atop, continuing to seemingly try and pull the furry's head off. Crauswell keeps advancing closer and closer, soon lunging out and grasping the rope! 1..2...3...4.. Mystery is forced to break the hold.He rises up, looking a bit angry as he shakes the ropes, reaching down and pulling the furry back up, only to recieve a vicious knee to the gut, hunching him over, as Crauswell starts unleashing a series of brutal fists to his masked face, sending him teetering, as he slowly rises up, Craus jumping and hitting a forearm to that face as well, then dropping down and hitting a sweep kick, targeting that leg again! Mystery gasps, clutching at it, as Crauswell runs off the ropes, coming behind and delivering a mighty kick, toppling the massive Mystery again! He waits for him to hunch over, walking to and clinching in a leg scissors on that same leg, then wrapping his arms around the other, immediately clinching on a Leg Split Hold, as Mystery looks on in horror, immediately trying to squirm out of the move, as he's forced into a bit of a splits, The Mystery continues to try and wriggle out, but Crauswell is having none of it, clinching on as tight as he can, the Mystery slowly sitting up, then delivering a few quick shots to the furry, as he releases his grip, Mystery rising back up, Crauswell soon following.
Midnight charges again, the furry sidestepping, sending him crashing stomach first into the turnbuckle. Midnight stumbles back, clutching his stomach, as Crauswell starts unleashing some more kicks to that leg, then grabbing and draping it on the bottom rope, using the ropes to spring up and stomp across it a few times! Midnight quickly pulls free, starting to hobble a bit, as the furry quickly ascends the top turnbuckle, leaping off and nailing Mystery with a flying clothesline, not taking him off his feet, but indeed staggering him! The furry then runs in front, grabbing him for a DDT. Mystery desperately shoves him onto his back, then leaping up and hitting a big splash! Craus gets crushed beneath Mystery's mass as he makes a cover. 1...2... Crauswell gets the shoulder up. He clutches his stomach, as the Mystery rises back up, pulling the furry back into his grip, taking him into a suplex, then dropping him in mid move with a Front Slam Gutbuster! Crauswell clutches a bit further, ss he pushes off the mat, Mystery yanking him up once again, now applying a bearhug, attempting to squeeze the life out of his opponent. The furry growls, as he feels this tight squeeze, wriggling and trying to escape, Mystery keeping the hold locked on. Craus slowly looks up, unleashing another series of forearms right to Mystery's face, as he attempts to loosen the hold, Midnight however holding on tight still. Craus instantly grabs Mystery, delivering a mighty headbutt, dazing himself in the process, but also loosening the hold, as he drops down, slightly clutching that skull of his. As Mystery holds his own, but quickly recovers, running off the ropes and charging back for a Big Boot! Crauswell turns around, catching him by that boot and shoving him right onto his back! He quickly charges over to the turnbuckle, leaping atop and Taking Flight, driving his skull right into the heart of Midnight, who grasps the area. The furry rolls over, looking to make a cover of his own. 1....2....
Mystery gets the shoulder up. Crauswell slowly pushes off the mat again, yanking Mystery up with him, driving a series of knees right into his masked face, not even close to done it looks like. Mystery tries to protect his face, which gives Crauswell enough time to plant him with a Classic DDT! Mystery gasps in pain, as Crauswell ascends the top rope again, leaping off and coming down across the back of the neck with a top rope leg drop! Mystery drops face first into the mat, Crauswell walking over, grabbing by the arms, then pulling out a Curb Stomp, doing further damage! He then drops down, quickly clinching and applying an STF, locking his legs around that same leg, as he starts pulling back on that neck. Mystery looks on again in agony, now desperately flailing and trying to reach the nearest rope. Crauswell simply keeps the hold applied, not in any hurry to let go obviously. He keeps pulling back and applying the move, as Mystery starts inching out towards the ropes still, continuing to try and escape. He eventually manages to grab onto the rope, Crauswell instantly breaking the submission, following with a vicious kick to the back of the head! Mystery clutches at it now, rolling around on the mat, as Crauswell rises back up, simply laying in wait. Mystery rises back to his feet, Crauswell quickly charging over, managing to hoist the monstrous Mystery up, then driving him down for a Shin Breaker, Mystery dropping back to a knee. Crauswell meanwhile charges over and starts hitting a series of brutal standing clotheslines to the side of the neck, then swinging to the front, unleashing another series of knife edge chops across the throat, as Mystery rises back to his feet, just in time for Crauswell to run off the ropes, coming back for a Yakuza kick! Mystery crumples from the move, as the furry looks on, leaping atop and making another cover. 1....2....
NO! Mystery once again gets a shoulder up. Crauswell starts to look quite aggravated, as he angrily kicks the ropes himself, standing over his opponent now and reaching down, wrapping an arm right around his throat, as he pulls him up, attempting the Beak Buster, only to fail as Mystery catches and counters, pulling the furry right into a Midnight Madness! He drops Crauswell hard, looking down and nodding, as he makes the cover. 1....2....3
NO! Crauswell gets his foot on the bottom rope. Mystery quickly pulls him away from the ropes, as he makes another cover. 1.....2.....
AGAIN NO! Crauswell manages to get the shoulder up. Mystery looks quite confused, as this opponent has not fallen as easily as his others have. He starts to rise again, hobbling a bit still due to the effects of the furry's assault on his leg, as he grabs a rope, waiting himself it looks like, as Crauswell slowly pushes off the mat, back to his feet. He turns around, leveling the furry with the Black Boot, sending him down hard! The Mystery nods, looking quite pleased, as he yanks the furry up again, hoisting him atop his shoulders and going for the Cutter of Doom! However in mid move, Crauswell slips out, clinching on The Crossface Gryphon Wing! Mystery yelps in pain, looking on in desperation, the furry keeping the move locked on tight. Mystery drops down to a knee, as Crauswell kneels as well, keeping the hold locked on tight, wrenching the life out of the Midnight Mystery. The referee runs over, checking on the monster, raising his arm once, twice, three times... no response. The furry looks to have taken Midnight completely out.
The bell rings, signaling the end of the match.
Announcer: Here is your winner... by submission, "The Cidal Force" Crauswell!!!
Crauswell however doesn't let go right away, continuing to wrench and practially strangle the Minipax Monster, as referees and EWT officials starts storming down, Crauswell letting go and taking each one out with relative ease, delivering lariat after lariat to them all, until finally, another member of the EWT family charges down to the ring... the Toolshed Champion Voltigeur! He runs over and slides into the ring, grabbing and trying to pull his former friend off the now completely finished Mystery. Crauswell turns around, looking to destroy this other interferer, only he spots the face... strangely stopping in his tracks. He slowly backs up, away from Mystery, as the modern day knight walks over, trying to talk to the furry it looks like. Craus however simply backs off, slipping out of the ring, as he exits through the barricade, silently and peacefully exiting the arena, as he looks back at Voltiguer, who stares back at him as well, almost with a look of sadness. The crowd also seems to share that concern, as meanwhile, Richard Clay runs out from the back, checking on the Mystery to see if he's still breathing.
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Post by Toom E. Guci on Sept 13, 2007 2:05:04 GMT -5
* We cut backstage, where dorf is standing with Heiden-dorf.*
dorf: See Heiden-dorf, so far they mocked me in charge. And yet, things are going smoothly. Thanks to me, we have a brand new Girl Next Door Champion. And thanks to me, we have Limey & Carla Woe coming back. And thanks to me, Mystery is back as well. And you, you Heiden-dorf, are ready to go, aren’t you?
Heiden-dorf: Cheese sandwich?
Dorf: Yes, my friend…cheese sandwich. All the cheese sandwich you can eat.
* As dorf turns to walk away, he gets nailed with a steel chair. The chair then takes out Heiden-dorf, also. The chair crashes down on dorf’s head & is dropped. The camera doesn’t turn fast enough to see who it is.*
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Post by Toom E. Guci on Sept 13, 2007 2:05:43 GMT -5
Finkel: The following match is under the rules of No DQ and Falls Count Anywhere!
Jesse: This should be interesting JR, not everyday you see two stable mates face off.
JR: Jesse, we aren't sure that Axel Halaway has joined the Draugr!
Jesse: He calls himself 'Pryde', he maims people, and he has disfigured animals... I think it's a sure thing.
*The lights in the arena blacken as mist begins to gather upon the stage and a single white light emerges from the side of the ramp. An orchestrated, dark piece of music called "The 3 Karma" begins to play for the first time in the EWT.*
Finkel: Introducing first..being accompanied to the ring by Karma..representing The Draugr..weighing in at 225 pounds..Ghost Face!
*Rising from that light is Ghost Face and Karma, emerging from underneath the steel ramp from a lift, ala Gangrel. Karma is stationed behind Ghost Face with her arms wrapped around his body. Ghost Face keeps his top hat low and covering his face until the lift reaches it's stop. Using the cane he's carrying he pushes the hat upwards to reveal his smirking face. Ghost Face and Karma step off of the lift and make a slow walk to the ring. Upon entering the squared circle Karma removes The Draugr leaders tux coat and top hat after Ghost Face taps the ring a few times with his cane. Ghost Face props his back against a turnbuckle while Karma perches herself atop it, rubbing his shoulders while the pair await their newest member..*
JR: It's a damn shame that Axel has become this monster.
Jesse: A shame? He's finally been offered the chance at success. He should be thanking his lucky stars Ghost Face allowed him to join.
JR: By giving up his soul!
Jesse: Life's a big risk, JR, and those that play at penny machines will never get the 5 million dollar jackpot.
*As Ghost Face and Karma wait in the ring for the being known as Pryde to enter, the crowd grows restless. Perhaps not ready to see two zombies face off. Just as the delay grows to a possible piss break...*
Jesse: Ladies and Gentlemen... Pryde does not have a the-
* The opening riff for “The Better Life” hits to surprised cheers. *
Jesse: What?!
JR: I CAN'T BELIEVE IT! DON'T TELL M-
I’m about to be on the floor again, Surely you’re gonna find me here I’m about to sleep until the end of time, Drug I take gonna wake My fear right now I’m passing away on to the Better life I’m passing away on To the better
*Just as this last lyric is heard, a figure explodes from the back. But it isn't Pryde! It's Axel Halaway! Or it would appear to be Axel... But he isn't wearing his typical attire colors of blue and silver, it's metallic gold and white. Almost like as if he were getting ready for a wedding, a white wedding. What's more, instead of his dirty blonde hair or even his Pryde dyed black hair, he has spiked bleach blonde hair. This just maybe the thing Jobby spoke of at the last promo. Axel, with his signature shades, looks like some sort of Billy Idol superfan. The youngest Halaway stands receiving the largest pop of his life. But it falls upon deaf ears as he just stares straight ahead at the two in the ring.*
Finkel: And from Modesto, CA... Weighing in at 240 lbs... He is “The Icon”... Axel Halaway!
*He walks down the ramp to the ring and up the steps. He pauses to stare around at the audience, receiving a rather modest pop. He enters the ring, climbs to the second rope, and turns to face Ghost Face & Karma. Discarding his ring jacket he pauses to turn to the entrance way. From the back, comes Jobby running at full speed down to the ring. He rolls in and points at Axel as he slowly reaches up for his shades. Lifting them off, he exposes his eyes to the public. No longer are they clouded with depression or doubt nor are they like the Axel of old. No, these eyes carry a fire... A confidence that was never there before. He hands his shades off to Jobby, who quickly steps out of the ring, and steps off the turnbuckle to the mat. All the while, his eyes have not left Ghost Face. The music fades away as the referee calls for the bell.*
JR: My word! Pryde is gone! It would appear that Jobby has done the impossible! He has saved his tag partner!
Jesse: Saved him? He ruined him! Finally he had the inner flame that could have driven him to the top, now he's the same loser that he ever was!
JR: I think you are dangerously underestimating “The Icon”.
Jesse: The Icon? Of what? Losing all important matches?
*Ghost Face shakes is head in disappointment as he sees his opponent, what could have been with Pryde and now it's all lost. Karma simply glares at the man she once called her younger brother as she lingers in the ring. The match is off to nowhere as none of the people in the ring move. Slowly, Axel steps out to meet Ghost Face. Who returns the gesture by stepping forward as well. They stand face to face, both glaring about the other. They both go for a punch at each other but Karma attacks Axel from behind. Both Draugr members lay into him with fists and stomps. Sensing trouble, Jobby rolls in to make the save for his partner. But Karma Dropkicks him right back out as Ghost Face slams Axel's head into the mat again and again. Fully utilizing the No DQ rules of the match Ghost Face latches both of his hands around Axel's neck. Returning from the ropes, Karma crawls over to Axel's face staring into his face with hungry to see him suffer. As she leans over she gets her wish but not the way she would want. In an act of desperation, Axel slams his forehead into hers. She falls over dazed as Ghost Face tries to clamp on the choke hold deeper. Gasping for air, Axel looks for any possible opening to save himself.*
Jesse: See? What did I tell you? Axel Halaway is a loser. He will never be anything more!
JR: It's two on one! How is this far?
Jesse: Wrong! It's two on two. And this just proves the sheer dangerousness of the Draugr. They work so well together that one could almost call them a well oiled machine... A BLOOD oiled machine.
JR: It's just not fair! Ghost Face i-
Jesse: Is smart. Is clever. And is extremely focused for what he wants. He wanted to get into the head of Axel? He brainwashes his elder sister. Face it, this man known as Ghost Face could very well be the future of EWT.
JR: God forbid.
*Using his strength advantage he tries to push Ghost Face off... But to no avail. He beings to fade and any struggling is just speeding up the process. Just at it appeals that Axel's come back is over he finds a way out. By way of a knee to the groin. Seeing this as a chance at an opening he pushes Ghost Face off and quickly makes it to his feet. As he does Ghost Face is there to meet him with a Spinning Wheel Kick. But Axel ducks it! He goes for a kick of his own but it's easily dodged by the Draugr leader. Breaking the chain of reversals, Ghost Face nails Axel with a Dropsault. He quickly rises and keeps Axel down with repeated stomps to the head & shoulders.*
JR: I hate to say it but Ghost Face is perhaps one of the best athletes in this company.
Jesse: The truth hurts, doesn't it?
JR: At least I can admit when I'm wrong.
Jesse: Right. And I'm never wrong.
*With bad intentions in mind Ghost Face calls for the rising Karma to get him a chair. As she grabs it, the fully recovered Jobby pulls it from her. He wags his finger at her only for her to nail him between the legs with a vicious kick. He falls down in a heap to the concrete with chair in hand. Ghost Face looks over at Karma on the outside, a bit ticked as to why he hasn't received a weapon to maim his opponent yet. This momentary lack of focus allows the youngest Halaway to recover and make it back to his feet. But Ghost Face is ready for him. They lock up in the center of the ring. Axel looks to be gaining the upper hand, due mostly to a weight advantage, yet that quickly ends after he is struck with a chair to the back. He falls to his knees but remains still tied up with Ghost Face. The man who looks to be simply holding Axel up as Karma aims for another hard shot. She lifts the chair high in the air and brings it down with a sicken thud on the back of Axel's head.*
JR: BAH GAWD! THAT'S HEINOUS! DAMMIT KARMA, THAT'S YOUR BROTHER! YOUR FLESH AND BLOOD!
Jesse: I think she's aware of that. In fact I think that's why she hit him so hard.
JR: How can Axel hope to even win when Jobby is constantly dispatched and they continue to play the numbers game?
Jesse: He never stood a chance to win in the first place. Ghost Face was the winner of the match from the moment it was mentioned in the official card.
*Again and again Axel is battered with the chair by his “dear” sister. The twisted blonde dreadlocked zombie stares down at his opponent. He takes in the suffering of Axel as it were a fine wine. But he is not yet ready to call off Karma. The “resurrection” of Axel Halaway will end tonight. His blood will be spilled. And all will realize that if you do not join the Draugr... You will be butchered out by the Draugr. Ghost Face releases the lock up, yet still holds Axel up on his knees, and switches his position to stand behind Axel. He holds this victim's arms steady in order for Karma to go for another harsh blow. But they are interrupted by Jobby who is again dispatched by the brainwash bombshell, this time by a chair shot.*
Jesse: And down goes the clown.
JR: I don't like the look of this, Jesse!
Jesse: I do. Where's the popcorn?
*She turns her attention back towards her original victim and rears back for a killing blow. But before she can land it, Axel slams the back of his head against Ghost Face's gut. Using the quick opening, Axel rolls to the side just as Karma strikes down. The youngest Halaway jumps to his feet as Karma rushes after him only to be met with a Drop Toe Hold that forces her to slam her head into the chair. He makes it back to his feet again to meet Ghost Face for another lock up. Using the softening up done by Karma, Ghost Face gains the advantage and jumps up to hit a Hurricanrana. But he remains on the shoulders of Axel. He jerks back to throw Axel again. Nothing. Sensing he could be in trouble, he pounds away at the Icon's face to weaken him enough to complete the Hurricanrana. He throws himself back to throw Halaway. But his attempt is countered into a Sit Out Powerbomb by Axel!*
Jesse: What just happened?!
JR: COME ON KID! TAKE THE ADVANTAGE!
Jesse: So much for unbiased journalism.
JR: Like you have any grounds to speak! Come on, Axel!
*The Icon falls backward to a prone position on his back to try to recover from all the blows. As he does so, he unfortunately gives Karma & Ghost Face time to recover. As the three of them are down on the ground, Jobby makes it back to his feet. He stands at ringside to try to get the crowd to back Axel. First to make it to their feet is Karma, who tries to attack Axel again but is distracted by Jobby by way of Jobby holding her leg from the outside. She hisses at him angrily but he still holds on for dear life.*
Jesse: JR! JR! LOOK! JOBBY'S CHEATING!
JR: Dammit, Jesse, he's only giving them a taste of their own medicine!
Jesse: Sure, that's it is.
*Ghost Face begins to get to his feet and finds himself annoyed by Jobby's persistent interference. He walks over to the ropes and uses them to vault over with a Plancha, landing on Jobby and forcing him to release the grip he held on Karma's legs. In a kneeled position Ghost Face slams his fists into McJobberston's skull until he's busted open. With fresh blood on his taped fists, Ghost Face seems satisfied to return his attention back to the failed experiment. Karma has Axel against a turnbuckle, chocking him with her foot pressed against his throat. She backs away only to return with an attempt at a CM Punk styled running knee which Axel is narrowly able to avoid. With Karma gripping her knee she is left easy fodder for a Neck Breaker from her younger brother. Axel's minor victory is cut short as he turns around just in time to receive a shot to the throat from the cane Ghost Face carries to the ring. Axel crashes to the match all the while clutching his throat as his oxygen is robbed from him*
JR: Again with the throat attacks! I know this is a No DQ match but if this isn't stopped soon, somebody's going to get hurt!
Jesse: Axel knew what he was getting into when he signed this match against Ghost Face. That is unless that last Ghost Buster ruined his short term memory capabilities.
*Grabbing the steel chair in the ring, Ghost Face places it between Axel's legs and surely nothing good shall come from this. With his feet positioned at Axel's shoulders Ghost Face raises his cane high before bringing it crashing down onto chair, no doubt forcing him to experience a pain that no man ever should. The jack 'o lantern of the cane even pops off and goes flying into the third row. With a foot placed upon Axel's throat, Ghost Face goes for a pin.*
Jesse: That's it... He's sterile.
JR: That man won't have a family! That was completely unnecessary!
Jesse: You do want you can to get a pin, JR.
One..
JR: Come on, kid! Don't let it end like this!
Jesse: He's not beating Ghost Face. Plain and simple. It's over.
Two..
JR: Come on kid!
*..Surely the agony must be horrible but somehow Axel is able to kick out. Ghost Face looks more than annoyed by this but it only seems to fuel his violent mind further. He yells at Karma to get up until she stumbles to her feet after recovering from the Neck Breaker. She slides out of the ring and pushes Howard Finkel from his chair to claim as her own. A second chair is brought to the ring and Ghost Face doesn't waste a moment in positioning them in their seated alignments. He snatches Halaway upwards into a Powerbomb and proceeds to drive him back first onto both steel chairs, which crumble beneath his weight. Axel's body contorts in a sickening manner which draws a wincing "OOOH!" from the audience. Again Ghost Face places a foot upon the throat for a pin attempt.*
Jesse: Say good bye to Axel.
JR: It's a damn shame.
One..
Jesse: It's reality, JR. And it is never pleasant.
Two..
JR: At least he fought bravel-
*Axel once again manages a kick out and the audience bursts into cheers. This does not sit well with Ghost Face who wishes only to disappoint every one of the fans who are willing Axel on. Axel's limp body is pulled upwards and his head is shoved underneath Ghost Face's arm. Ghost lifts his fist skywards to draw some boo's as he looks intent on ending Axel with The Ghost Buster Evenflow DDT. Suddenly Axel squirms free and surprises his nemesis with the Axelerator, his version of a Cutter! The crowd pops huge to see a complete switch from their last match, where Axel took the Ghost Buster. Both men are down and Karma rushes over to try and get her leader and apparent love interest back to his feet. Karma is able to do so as Ghost Face clutches the back of his neck, growling at Axel's defiance. The crowd begins to come alive as Jobby re-enters the ring, blood running down his face. He runs towards Ghost Face but the Draugr leader snatches Karma and tosses her into his path. Jobby proceeds to run Karma down with a Clothesline which seems to have shocked him. Maybe from Ghost Face's cowardice or from attacking a woman. Perhaps a bit of both. In any event, Jobby is booted in the gut and brought crashing flat on his face with the Ghost Buster DDT, courtesy of Ghost Face. Ghost Face rises to his feet only for Axel to pounce on him with a Lou Thez Press*
JR: And Axel avenges his tag partner!
Jesse: Where is this energy coming from? He should be out cold by now!
JR: His pride will not allow him to give up. Mark my word-
Jesse: Your word means nothing.
*Axel levels Ghost Face with fist after fist as blonde dreadlocks flail about. Axel pulls himself away from his tormentor only to toss a chair straight into his face as he rises upwards. Ghost Face drops like a ton of bricks but Axel seems far from finished. He drags Ghost Face to his feet to pepper him with his Iconic Combo, the crowd popping for the taunt delivered before the last punch. Ghost Face is whipped into a corner and stumbles out of it while Axel bounces off the ropes and catches him bulldog variation, The Fall Of An Icon. This is quickly followed by the Fade Into Ruin, a Sideslam/Elbow Drop combination. Not going for a pin, Axel tosses Ghost Face over the top rope to the outside and eventually follows after him. Axel seems to have something in mind as he hoists Ghost Face onto his shoulders. It's a Burning Hammer position and Axel looks primed to end his months of suffering with an impact. This does not come to pass as Ghost Face squirms free, landing behind Axel. Halaway spins around and darts towards Ghost Face only to be sent face first into the steel steps with a Drop Toe Hold. The steps are instantly stained with Axel's blood as it looks as though he caught an edge of it with his face. Ghost Face takes a quick breather on the barrier before searching underneath the ring..*
JR: Oh no! Just as Axel was picking up momentum!
Jesse: This just proves it... Brains are truly better than brawn. And Ghost Face could be one of the smartest minds today.
JR: How do you explain your success, Mr. Body?
Jesse: Simple. I had both.
*Ghost Face has found a table underneath the ring and he slowly sets it up on the outside. But he's far from through. Reaching into the ring, he grabs the tux coat he wore to the ring and begins to dig through the pockets. He finds what he's looking for and it's..lighter fluid?! The table is dosed in the flammable liquid and Ghost Face also produces a box of matches from his spare pocket. The match is lit and the crowd reaches a fevered pitch. With a single flick of his finger, the match is sent upon the table and it instantly bursts into flames. Screams of horror are heard as everyone in the arena can only guess what Ghost Face has planned.*
JR: Don't tell me!
Jesse: The Draugr are all about maim and brutality. Frankly I'm not surprised, but I can't wait to see Halaway burn.
JR: He's a human being, Jesse!
Jesse: And he's a waste of humanity. The fact that I'm distantly related to him, through the theory of Evolution, makes me sick.
JR: He makes you sick? What about the Draugr?
Jesse: They're a bunch of winners. I may not see with them eye to eye completely, but I can't denounce their track record.
*Amongst the fire, Ghost Face turns his sight to the wounded Axel as a twisted smirk appears on his face. Axel is rolled into the ring and many question just what Ghost Face's intentions are. He pulls Halaway by his hair and forces him to see the table. Perhaps this is to be his punishment for forsaking the Draugr... Denying the chance to become one of the saved... One of the fallen. He slams his fist in between Axel's eyes as he begins to stir. The blood flows at a steady pace out of Axel's forehead as Ghost Face repeatedly punches him in the temple. As the Draugr's leader's fist pulls back one last time, he looks at the blood on his hands and can only flash a sick, twisted grin.*
Ghost Face: If you won't accept our help..the only way to save your soul..is to purify it with fire..
*Using all of his strength, he lifts up the larger man. Axel is placed on the top rope, facing the audience. Ghost Face climbs out onto the apron and scales the turnbuckles and it becomes apparent what his plan is. Both men are now standing on the top rope and Axel's head is shoved underneath Ghost Face's arm.*
JR: NO! NO! NO! DON'T DO IT!
Jesse: Finish him!
*A Ghost Buster through a flaming table is imminent as the audience rise to their feet. Ghost Face pulls backwards but Axel won't budge from his spot. Again and again Ghost Face tries to drop backwards but Axel wraps his arms around Ghost Face's waist. Using his last bit of strength Axel hoists Ghost Face upwards, off his feet, and shoves him forward for all he's worth.*
Jesse: What is he doing!? He can't do that!
JR: Yes he can! It's no DQ!
Jesse: But he can't do that!
*Ghost Face goes plummeting downwards straight from the top rope and onto the flaming table placed outside. It erupts into splinters and ember as the crowd explodes with both cheers and shock.*
JR: BAH GAWD AS MY WITNESS, GHOST FACE MUST BE BROKEN IN HALF!
Jesse: HOW COULD THIS HAPPEN! AXEL WAS SUPPOSED TO GO THROUGH THE TABLE!
*Exhausted, Axel falls back first onto the mat from the top rope. Slowly, he rolls out of the ring barely able to stand. Unable to walk the rest of the way to Ghost Face without help from the ring, he crawls over to the remains of the table to reach his target. Just as he reaches Ghost Face, he collapses to the ground. The referee quickly climbs down to the outside just to see amongst the smell of burning flesh and wood an arm of one man drapes across the other.*
Jesse: Who's pinning who? I can't see!
One..
JR: Nor can I! Somebody get a camera down there!
Two..
Jesse: Finally! We got visual contac... NO!
..THREE!
*The referee calls for the bell as the camera records the who pinned who...*
Finkel: Here is your winner.."The Icon" Axel Halaway!
JR: HE DID! HE DID! FINALLY AXEL HALAWAY HAS WON A PPV MATCH!
Jesse: THIS ISN'T HAPPENING! THIS SHOULDN'T BE HAPPENING!
JR: But it is! The near year long career of Axel has been complete! He has finally won the match!
Jesse: Yeah....well... He hasn't won a title! And Ghost Face still has TWO victories over him! This proves nothing! You hear me, JR! Nothing!
*Even though he has finally won a match, is being cheered on, and has his theme music playing in the background... Axel remains out cold and hasn't moved since pinning Ghost Face. As the camera focuses on the back of his head Jobby walks slowly over to him. The match taking a toll on him as well, he turns over his good friend to see a horrific sight. His blood covers his white attire as well as the concrete floor. But before Jobby can freak out he notices something on Axel's face. A smile. Axel opens his eyes and stares at his partner. Giving a weak thumbs up with his left hand, he beings to have a slow laugh. To which Jobby smiles too and gives a huge thumbs up to the crowd.*
Jesse: Laugh all you want... This isn't over! Mark my wor-
JR: Since when has your word meant anything
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Post by Toom E. Guci on Sept 13, 2007 2:06:20 GMT -5
Voltiguer: Ladies and Gentlemen, our next contest is a Scaffold Tables match for the #1 contender ship to the EWT Toolshed championship. In order to win the match, you must eliminate your opponents by throwing them off the scaffold and through the tables down below.
("This Mortal Soil" By Mastodon plays, crowd boos)
Entering the arena now, from Bridgeport, Connecticut, He weighs in at 320 pounds and is one of the members of Minipax; He is Noah Rodgers!
Jim Ross: Noah Rodgers looks to be in good shape tonight. These types of matches are his specialty. No flip moves here, just brutalization in multiple ways. It's gonna be a real slobber-knocker with him involved.
Jesse Ventura: Well, Jim I wouldn't be a bit surprised if some Minipax members came out to lend him a hand. These guys have no redeeming qualities about’em.
(Dropkick Murphys "I'm Shipping up to Boston" plays, crowd still boos)
Voltiguer: Next, being led to the ring by Coach O’Hare: from Galway, Ireland, weighing in at 280 pounds: “The Celtic Giant” Shane Malone!
Jim Ross: Now this could lead up to trouble for everyone. Shane Malone is the perfect man for this match. Brute force...and he knows how to use that force!
Jesse Ventura: Shane Malone knows what to do in this match. His stablemates have gone through rough times recently. What with run-ins with Mahavir Abha among other mishaps, this team has been in bad shape since they lost the Tag Titles. If Shane wins this match, it could lead to a big turnaround with the entire stable.
("Blood Red Sandman" by Lordi plays, crowd cheers a bit)
Voltiguer: Next, from Colorado Springs, Colorado: weighing in at 227 pounds: “The Blood Red Sandman” River Blood!
Jim Ross: River Blood took down the Great Khali in an epic Hardcore Battle. If he can take that behemoth, then I have no doubt that River Blood will be a force to be reckoned with in this match
Jesse Ventura: River Blood is a tough sonuva gun. He just has ta keep his focus in this match, if not, then he doesn’t stand a chance
("Perfect Strangers" by Deep Purple hits, crowd still cheers)
Voltiguer: Also, from Everywhere and Nowhere, weighing 223 pounds: Spectre!
Jim Ross: Now, here's your dark horse in this contest. You don't know what Spectre is going to do; nobody does!
Jesse Ventura: Nobody knows anything about this guy, not even who he is. However, that would lead up to a major advantage in this match. I’m eager to see what this guy can really do.
("Seek and Destroy" by Metallica hits, crowd is mixed)
Voltiguer: Next, from Richmond, Virginia, Weighing in at 252 pounds: Hardcore Hensley!
Jim Ross: I don't know about Hensley, he doesn't look to favorable in this contest. He looks like he's in pain.
Jesse Ventura: Thank you, Mr. State-the-obvious. He has nobody here to back him up, and most of his move set is null. The flippy floppy moves that he does are gone.
("Personal Jesus" by Depeche Mode hits, crowd gets violent)
Voltiguer: Finally, from Tacoma, Washington, Weighing in at 260 pounds: Sigma, "G.Q." Williams!
Jim Ross: Now look at this guy. He's taken out Batista, Undertaker, and Jimmy Snuka! Hell, he broke Jerry Lynn so bad, that he retired from wrestling’! He will be the one to watch in this match!
Jesse Ventura: Well, he's going to take out a lot of people on the way, and in this contest. He sees nothing but 5 more victims in his trail of terror. And now we get to hear him talk.
Sigma Williams: My flock: stand up and pay attention to what I have to say. You see before me the structure in which, I will dec....
*As soon as Sigma reaches the top, River Blood nails Sigma in the back and they go at it on the floor. Hardcore Hensley and Shane Malone climb the scaffold ladders and go at it on top of the structure.*
Jim Ross: And this match gets off in a big hurry. You see Sigma getting pearl harbored by River Blood. He didn't even get a chance to finish his speech. And for that reason, I'm rooting for River Blood. It's about time someone shut that guy up.
Jesse Ventura: That can also haunt River Blood now that he's drawn the ire of Sigma for the rest of this match. As you see now, Shane Malone and Hardcore Hensley are now on the scaffold and they just lay into each other with hellacious chops and punches. Coach O'Hare: *yelling to Shane Malone* Show no mercy, you Irish bastage! Show him that nobody messes with the green, white and gold!
*Noah Rodgers climbs up the ladder as Spectre climbs up the opposite side of the scaffold. Spectre reaches the top of the structure and immediately attacks Shane Malone who shrugs off his assault but then decides to turn his attention to this attacker. Noah reaches the top of the scaffold and attacks Hardcore Hensley. Hensley then gives Noah a thumb to the eye backs him off. River Blood starts to climb up the ladder, with Sigma in hot pursuit. Spectre and Malone trade shots as River Blood reaches the top of the scaffold, with Sigma not far behind him. Malone knocks Spectre off his feet with a hard headbutt.
Jesse Ventura: He shouldn't have gone after the Celtic Giant. He should have stuck with Noah Rodgers, who may be a bit heavier, but hardly half of the muscle Shane Malone has. Noah Rodgers now is going after Hensley, and he gets a thumb straight to the eye. But in this match, Jimmy, it is all legal!
Jim Ross. You got that right! River Blood is on the run from Sigma, with Sigma not far behind here... chasing after River Blood.
*River Blood puts on the brakes and sticks out his elbow, which Sigma runs into face-first. R.B then hits Sigma with a few stiff shots.*
Jesse Ventura: Smart move by River Blood, using his opponent’s momentum against him!
Jim Ross: River Blood now unleashing blow after vicious blow on Sigma. And it is pure bedlam, Ladies and Gentleman: All six combatants are on the Structure and it is an absolute SLOBBER-KNOCKER.
*Spectre weaves around Shane Malone and Hardcore Hensley to attack Noah Rodgers. Shane Malone hits Hensley with a low blow. Hensley looks dazed.*
Jim Ross: GOOD LORD! THAT WAS A HELL OF A LOW-BLOW!
Jesse Ventura: Guess Hensley’s not gonna have anyone to carry on his name, eh?
*With a swift motion, Shane lifts Hensley high above his head in a Gorilla Press. With a mighty heave, he tosses Hensley over the scaffold and into the painful embrace of a table below. The crowd gasps in horror as the mangled mess that was Hardcore Hensley lies limp of the arena ground. Paramedics rush to his aid.*
Jim Ross: BY GAWD! Shane Malone has just taken out Hardcore Hensley! What a Gorilla Press Slam! Let's get a look at that on Replay! There you see Hardcore Hensley, trying to fight out of the Gorilla Press... And there’s Big Shane just dumping Hardcore over the side of the Scaffold like a piece of garbage. Jesse Ventura: Now it looks like Hardcore hasta wait at the back of the line to get his shot at the title. There are five competitors left, Jim! This is just getting started!
*Noah Rodgers and Spectre trade blows in a heated battle. No longer having a partner of his own to dance with, Shane cuts in, first delivering a hard chop to Rodgers and then a stiff left to Spectre’s jaw. Meanwhile, River Blood and Sigma continue to lay into each other with blow after blow. A boot to the stomach brings Sigma to his knees, followed by a hard Double-Axe Handle to the back of his neck courtesy of River Blood, who then punts Sigma in the face, which causes the crowd to cringe and react vocally. R.B pulls Sigma to his feet and hits him with a chop, then another, then another, then—His shot is blocked by Sigma. Sigma retaliates and the two begin trading shots. On the other end of the scaffold, Rodgers and Malone take turns beating on Spectre. Spectre blocks a shot from Rodgers, counters with a Super-kick, putting Rodgers flat on his back. Spectre then tries to hold his own against The Celtic Giant, actually matching the big man blow for blow.*
J.R: Good Lord, Jesse! Jus’ look at that young man Spectre up there! Such passion! Such Determination! He will stop at nothing to defeat the Celtic Giant, Shane Malone!
Jesse Ventura: Yeah, he’s sumthin’, I guess, but give some credit to Shane Malone as well! He’s not giving an inch to that Spectre! What an amazing power man!
*River Blood has once again gained the upper hand, laying into Sigma with European uppercuts. The Celtic Giant winds up and delivers a stiff blow, sending Spectre Reeling into River Blood. River Blood pushes Spectre away and the two engage in a heated shouted match. R.B. is about to strike when he is grabbed by Sigma...who hits the Sigma Suplex—OVER THE SCAFFOLD! River Blood Crashes into the tables below and he has been eliminated!*
J.R: BAH GAWD! RIVER BLOOD HAS BEEN SHATTERED INTO SO MANY PIECES! BAH GAWD, THE HUMANITY!
*The EMTs rush to River Blood’s aid. O’Hare’s stare is fixed on the battle above. Shortly after River Blood’s elimination, Rodgers hammered Spectre with a Double Axe Handle from behind and Sigma & Malone began exchanging blows. The Celtic Giant puts Sigma into a corner (so to speak) with hard chops and uppercuts. Rodgers does like wise with Spectre. Spectre gives him a low blow and starts to wail on Noah Rodgers. They continue to deliver blows to each other until Richard Klay from Minipax comes in to aid his comrade*
J.R: WELL BUSINESS IS ABOUT TO PICK UP RIGHT NAW. RICHARD KLAY IS COMING OUT TO HELP OUT NOAH.
Jesse: The Calvary has decided to help out Noah. And it couldn't have come at a better time. Spectre is about to dump him.
*Klay rushes up the ladder quickly in effort to save Noah. When Spectre was trying to dump Noah, Klay nails him from behind. Spectre goes down and Noah gets up. On the other end of the scaffold, Sigma gives Shane a thumb to the eye and start to wail on him. Sigma gives Shane a boot to the midsection, before giving him a Evenflow DDT on the Scaffold.*
J.R: AN EVENFLOW DDT! SIGMA'S GETTING THE UPPER HAND!
Jesse: Well, Sigma is doing what he's been doing for the past two months. He's dominating when he's being dominated.
*Spectre tries to get rid of both of them, but Klay continues to nail Spectre with hard blows. Klay and Rodgers both lift up Spectre and just toss him onto the tables below. While that is happening, Sigma and Malone continue to hammer each other with rights and lefts.*
J.R: AND SPECTRE IS GONE. AFTER A MASSIVE GORRILLA PRESS SLAM FROM MINIPAX!
Jesse: They had this thing planned from the get. They had to have. It is simplistic planning, but it works all the time.
O'Hare: HEY, MCCANN, DONNELLY! GET YOUR ARSES OUT HERE AND HELP OUT MALONE!
*Sean McCann and Aiden Donnelly come out from the back and run up both sides of the Scaffold in order to pincer Minipax and Sigma. Sean decides to go after Sigma while Aiden and Shane go after Minipax members Klay and Roberts.*
J.R: NOW BUSINESS HAS TRULY PICKED UP NOW! TEAM IRELAND HAS GOTTEN INTO THE FRAY.
Jesse: It's only natural. Coach O'hare saw Klay come out and help out Rodgers, now he is calling out the troops.
*While Sean and Sigma deliver blows to each other, Minipax and Team Ireland members battle it out on the other side. While Shane Malone and Noah square off, Klay and Aiden battle it out with punches. Sigma and Sean are having a technical battle while Noah gets the upper hand on Shane Malone, by delivering a Pancake Flip on him.*
J.R: NOAH HIT THE PANCAKE FLIP ON SHANE MALONE!!! HE'S GOT THIS THING READY TO GO.
Jesse: Don't be too sure. There's still 3 members of Team Ireland to 2 members of Minipax. Plus Sigma doesn't care who he is up against. He'll fight them all.
*After Klay starts to get the upper hand on Aiden, Noah rushes over to Aiden and starts to pound on him with a double axe handle to the back. But, Shane Malone gets tossed Coach O'hare's Hurley. He slowly gets back up and moves towards Klay and Rodgers*
J.R: I don't like the way this is gonna turn out. Malone has O'hare's Hurley and he's going hunting for Minipax Members.
Jesse: Malone wants revenge. He's still hurting from that pancake flip that Noah gave him.
*Noah backs up to Shane Malone and gets blasted by the Hurley. Noah then falls sideways onto the tables below. Aiden then low blows Klay and shoves him down*
J.R: WELL SHANE MALONE NOW HAS A BIG, BIG ADVANTAGE. IT'S 3 MEMBERS OF TEAM IRELAND AGAINST SIGMA.
Jesse: Even though I'm a big supporter of Sigma, I think he's a little outmatched. Especially when 3 members of Team Ireland are up there and you have nobody backstage to help you.
*Sigma turns around and sees Aiden and Shane go towards him. He tries to knock off Sean, but winds up getting hurleyed by Shane and is knocked Silly. Sean lifts up Sigma and Aiden gives him the Diamond Cutter while Sean Wheelbarrows him.*
J.R: BAH GAWD! NO SLEEP TIL DUBLIN HAS JUST BEEN ACHIEVED.
Jesse: This looks really bad for Sigma. He's now at the mercy of Team Ireland. Now Shane Malone is telling Aiden and Sean to go down the ladder and make sure nobody else is going to ruin his moment.
*Shane Malone lifts up Sigma and then delivers a wicked Dragon Slayer to him.*
J.R: WELL, THIS MATCH IS ALMOST OVER. DRAGON SLAYER ONTO THE SCAFFOLD AND SIGMA IS HURT BAD.
Jesse: If Shane Malone had any mercy in him, he would have just nudged him off, but he has none. I'm predicting Sigma's going to be hurt more.
*Shane Malone picks up a bloodied and unconscious Sigma yet again and gets him in the clawhold, then delivers a humongous Giant's Causeway to Sigma to send him down to the tables below to end the match.*
(Bell Rings)
Voltigeur: Ladies and Gentlemen, your winner and the #1 Contender for the Toolshed championship, Shane Malone.
J.R: Well, after Team Ireland got themselves into this match, you knew it was destined to swing into Shane Malone's favor.
Jesse: Well, think about it. If Team Ireland hadn't of come down, then Noah Rodgers would be standing up there with his Minipax bretheren. Team Ireland has been on a bad slide as of late, and tonight they all banded together and won one for the team. That's what this is all about, them working as a cohesive younit again.
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Post by Toom E. Guci on Sept 13, 2007 2:07:12 GMT -5
*The bell sounds, and The Fink makes his way into the middle of the ring.*
Fink: Llllladies and gentlemen, Dorfman Industries is proud to present the WELCOME BACK mixed tag match!!!
*The crowd pops insanely as the lights dim. “Violent Fetish” hits, and the arena becomes flooded with strobe lighting, before the spotlights fix on the entrance ramp, focusing on Joe Ragnal, standing triumphantly under the entrance, clad as always in his green trenchcoat and sunglasses with his newly won GWC Television championship around his waist . Joe takes a few steps forward, shaking the hands stylishly with the many fans at ringside, before charging to the ring and sliding in. The crowd chant “GWC!” as Joe appeals on the turnbuckle, slowly taking off his coat.*
Fink: Introducing first, representing the Ragnals…from Scranton, Pennsylvania! He is a former EWT Tag team champion, a former EWT Toolshed champion, the current Global Wrestling Coalition Television Champion and the Innovator of FUN…weighing in at 227 pounds…JOE RAGNAL!!!!
*Joe takes off his sunglasses, and teases throwing them into the crowd before putting them on a surprised Fink. Fink chuckles, but quickly composes himself.*
*”Holding My Last Breath” hits, and the arena goes quiet as the entranceway is tinted with a light blue. The arena blacks out for a split second, and then comes back on to show Linda standing at the entranceway, back to the crowd, holding the Divas Unleashed Askai Championship over one shoulder. She raises one arm as two blue typhoons appear to be brewing at either side of the entranceway a la Christian. She then suddenly clenches her hand into a fist, and the typhoons implode, just as the music hits its chorus. Linda then spins around and appeals to the cheering crowd, many of whom are chanting “GND! GND!!!!”*
Fink: Aaaaand his tag team partner, also from Scranton, Pennsylvania…she is a former GND Division champion, an EWT Hall of Famer and the current Divas Unleashed Askai Champion…lladies and gentlemen, she is “Ocean’s Beauty”…LINDA RAGNAL!!!!
*Linda raises the title over her head upon entering the ring. She then high-fives Joe, and sets the title down in the middle of the ring.*
*”She’s Got Issues” blares over the PA as the crowd once again pop! The lights strobe green as Carla O Woe bursts out of the back, hyped up as always, throwing up the horns and then rushing around the ring to slap the hands of many an EWT fan.*
Fink: Their opponents…first, from Rochester, New Hampshire…she is a former GND Champion, and a new addition to the EWT Hall of Fame…CARLA O WOE!!!
*Carla hops to the apron, and throws up the horns to the fans at ringside. She then leaps over the ropes, and pulls down on the top rope before heading to her corner, fully psyched to be back. The crowd chant “WELCOME BACK!” amongst other “GND!” chants.*
*The lights dim once more as the crowd pop insanely. Green pyro shoots out between the entranceway as “RIP” hits. The crowd chant for Limey in anticipation as Fink announces.*
Fink: Aaaand her tag team partner…from Liverpool, England, weighing in at “fifteen stone”…he is a former EWT WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION…and a new addition to EWT’S Hall of Fame…llladies and gentlemen…LIMEY!!!!
*The pyro fades as Limey walks out to a massive pop. Limey steps out, overwhelmed by the amount of support he is getting on his return to the ring against an EWT superstar for the first time in a year. He throws up the horns, and then walks over to the ring, hopping to the apron, and turning back to the crowd to chants of “WELCOME BACK!” Limey then steps into the ring, and the two teams stare each other down confidently.*
*The bell rings, and the match is underway. Limey and Joe head to the apron, leaving Carla and Linda to start things off. The crowd immediately chant “GND!” as the two women, rivals in the past with so many classic matches under their belts, measure each other up. The two circle the ring…and then move in for a lock up. Linda comes out on top with an wristlock, which Carla endures for a few seconds before countering with a wristlock of her own…Linda uses this momentum to flip over onto her back, kipping up and then taking the arm of the surprised Carla behind for a hammerlock! Carla ducks under, going for the back of Linda…but Linda catches her with a headlock, running the ropes as she does! Carla shoves Linda off, and Linda runs the ropes, hitting the rising Carla with a spinning wheel kick, shades of Tanya Flaire! Linda poses to a great response, before approaching the downed Carla…Carla, from her downed position, brings in Linda for a roll-up!*
1…
*Linda easily manages to get out of the roll-up, shoving Carla off, and then quickly applying a reverse sleeper hold…Carla is rising to her feet though…and she applies a bearhug to Linda, lifting up for a Northern Lights…NO! Linda applies the brakes, and then comes down onto Carla with a knee to the head! Carla goes down to one knee, and so Linda tries to come back at Carla…Carla quickly hits an armdrag out of nowhere! Linda rolls over Carla, and gets hastily to her feet…Carla hits a dropsault to Linda, downing her!! As Linda is downed, Carla rushes to the ropes to try a springboard moonsault…Linda rolls out of the way, making Carla land on her stomach! Carla rises to her knees as Linda gets up, rushing at Carla for a bulldog…Carla ducks, and Linda flies over Carla to hit nothing but mat! Carla then runs the ropes as Linda rises slowly…Carla is approaching Linda as Linda turns…both women roll to their right to evade the other, finishing on one knee and both pulling a fighting stance in a stand off to a loud ovation from the crowd!!!*
*The crowd is duel chanting now, with half chanting “LET’S GO CARLA!!!”, and the other chanting “OCEAN’S BEAUTY!!!”. The two women shake hands, before going back to circling each other. The two rush in for a lock-up, with Linda coming out on top, pushing Carla to the ropes. Linda then hits an Irish whip, sending Carla to the ropes. Carla comes back to Linda…Linda tries a leapfrog…Carla catches Linda…Linda tries a Ragnasteiner, but Carla shoves her off…Linda lands on her feet…Carla tries a clothesline, but Linda Matrixs it…Carla puts on the brakes so when Linda rises…Carla captures her with a double-arm underhook…Linda hops up and applies a wheelbarrow…Carla grabs at Linda and falls back for a wheelbarrow suplex!!!
*Carla approaches the downed Linda, prone on her stomach…Linda trips Carla and locks the legs for a figure 4 bridging pin!!!*
1, 2….
*Carla kicks out, using her limbs to kick Linda down to a rana pin of her own!*
1, 2….
*Linda rolls backwards to get back to her feet, nailing a close cross-body onto Carla from point-blank range!*
1, 2….
*Carla kicks out, and the two kip up simultaneously before going to another stand-off as the crowd pop for this display of athleticism! Carla and Linda circle each other once more, before charging at each other…evading each other with a roll and tagging in their respective tag partners!!!!*
*Limey and Joe Ragnal are in! Joe tries for a quick clothesline, but Limey ducks under this, and hops onto the second rope, springboarding back for a 180 spinning flying lariat to Joe…Joe hits a back kick to Limey, stunning him! With Limey down, Joe runs the ropes and comes back for a bulldog…Limey lifts Joe up, hoping for a back drop…Joe hits an elbow to the head, stopping Limey there and then and then with Limey in the same grip, hits a Russian leg sweep! Joe then takes the ankles of Limey and hits a Jeff Hardy double leg-drop pin attempt!*
1…
*Limey quickly kicks out, grabbing the ankle of Joe as he does, lifting Joe up by the head as they both rise up, and hitting a dragon screw, followed by a leg grapevine!!! Joe tries to get to the ropes…Limey kicks the calf down and falls onto Joe with an STF!!! Joe crawls to the ropes, not letting up for a second…Limey releases the STF, getting to his feet and dragging Joe back to the centre of the ring…Joe pushes himself upward with his upper body strength and hits a quick enziguri in mid-air!!!! Limey releases Joe, staying on his feet groggily, as Joe scrambles to his feet and captures Limey, lifting him over for a Northern Lights release suplex!! Limey clutches at his back following this, and attempts to get to a seated position…Joe drops down for a chinlock onto Limey…hopping over for a bridge, applying more pressure onto the chin of Limey! Limey struggles with the hold….and eventually hitting a chop to the neck of Joe from the position he’s in, forcing Joe to abandon the hold and get to his feet standing up next to Limey’s corner as Carla hits a chop to the chest of Joe from the apron!!! The crowd “OOOH!” as Joe turns back…as Limey lifts Joe’s chin up and hits a chop of his own!!! The crowd once again “OOOH!” as Joe falls back to the ropes! Limey grabs Joe by the wrist and sends him to the ropes! Joe comes back at Limey, but then suddenly stops and points behind Limey!*
Joe: “LIMEY! WHAT THE HELL IS THAT??”
*Limey looks behind him, seeing nothing, before turning his head back and getting hit with a light slap to the face from Joe!! The crowd “OOOH!” at this as Limey puts his hands on his hips, not amused.*
Limey: “Joe, what the HELL? That was COMPLETELY uncalled for!”
*Limey shoves Joe. Joe looks taken aback by this, and shoves Limey back. The two then have a staredown…before shaking each other’s hand and going back to circling each other as the crowd applaud. Limey suddenly runs at Joe, and gets nailed with an armdrag from Joe…Limey comes back to Joe as Joe tries a leapfrog…Limey captures Joe and tries a 180 spinebuster…Joe hits a bionic elbow to the head of Limey…Limey drops down as Joe hits an Irish whip…Limey comes back as Joe tries a high knee…Limey puts on the brakes as Joe lands…and then comes at Joe with an STO!!! Limey then lifts Joe up to a seated position and calls for the Rave kick!!! Limey runs the ropes…Linda pulls down the top rope and Limey goes flying over!!! Limey lands on his feet on the outside…Linda then hits an Asai moonsault!!!! The crowd gasp at this as Linda gets up…just as Carla charges to the outside for a plancha onto Linda!!! Joe sees this, and claps his hands to the crowd before running the ropes…Limey and Carla bail, leaving Linda in the line of fire!!! Joe goes over…but holds onto the ropes, landing on the apron! Linda sees this, and hops up to the apron herself before both Ragnals hit a stereo Rangasteiner to Limey and Carla on the outside!!!*
*The crowd chant “THIS IS AWESOME!!!!” as the Ragnals appeal to the crowd!*
*Joe picks up Limey and throws him into the ring underneath the bottom rope, hitting an elbow to the throat to cement him there. Joe then hops to the ring apron and then springs from the apron to the mat onto Limey with a springboard somersault leg drop onto the neck of Limey. Joe goes for the cover.*
1, 2…
*Limey gets the shoulder up. Joe claps his hands together for Limey as he lifts Limey upward into a suplex position. Joe lifts up Limey…Limey puts on the brakes by hooking the leg of Joe…Joe tries again…Limey counters with a snap suplex of his own, holding on and applying a reverse sleeper hold as he rolls Joe to his stomach! Joe flails a bit before letting his foot drop onto the bottom rope. Limey releases the hold and goes to the feet of Joe, picking THEM up and locking in a Boston crab…Joe uses his lower body strength to power out, sending Limey over the middle rope to the outside!! Limey scrambles up and hops to the apron…Joe hits a sudden dropkick to the head of Limey which stuns Limey greatly, although not enough to send him off the apron! Joe then grabs hold of the ropes and pulls, bringing Limey into the ring! Joe then appeals as he climbs the turnbuckle…launching off with a shooting star…Limey rolls out of the way…Joe lands on his feet…Limey is up, applying a gutwrench to Joe, lifting up for a gigantic German suplex…Joe lands on his feet and grabs the head of Limey for a reverse chinlock….Limey drops down for a quick stunner out of nowhere, before hopping up and moving around Joe for another gutwrench…Joe hits an elbow to Limey…and another one…and then grabs him in a Diamond Cutter position before running to the turnbuckle for the FUN Drop…Carla stops him dead, grabbing the ankle of Joe and planting him with a tree of Woe! Joe struggles to get out of it…BIG chest chop by Limey, making Joe instinctively rise upwards…and get hit with a double leg drop to the risen head by Carla whilst still in the tree of Woe!!!! Joe has been clobbered!!!!*
*The crowd chant “HOLY ****!!!!” and “THAT WAS AWESOME!!!” as Limey and Carla double-high five…only to be hit with a dropkick out of nowhere from Linda, sending both Limey and Carla to the outside!! Linda then grabs Joe by the wrist and drags him all the way across the ring to her corner, where she gets to the apron, and tags herself in! Linda then rushes over to the outside, where Limey is recuperating, trying a baseball slide…Limey moves out of the way and tries a chop to the chest…Linda ducks this and then runs up the apron for a quick moonsault press onto Limey!!! Linda is on fire as she hops up to the ring apron. Carla enters the ring and tries to grapple at Linda for a suplex, but Linda counters with a shoulder block. Linda then comes in with a sunset flip!*
1, 2…
*Carla kicks out as Linda gets to her feet…only to be hit with a quick shot by Carla to the gut. Carla then trips Linda and grabs at the legs, preparing for the Devil Lock…Linda suddenly pulls Carla in for a small package!!!*
1, 2…
*Carla rolls Linda over for a cover of her own!!*
1, 2…
*Linda kicks out as both women get to their feet. Linda kicks Carla in the gut before rolling over her back in a sunset-flip maneuver…followed by a backslide!!*
1, 2…
*Carla rolls backwards and then kicks Linda in the chest before hooking the legs and falling forward for a Gedo clutch!!!*
1, 2…
*Linda slides backwards out of the predicament before grabbing the shoulders of Carla in a double nerve hold, pulling down suddenly for an Edge-O-Matic!! Linda then crosses Carla’s arms for a Delphin clutch!!!*
1, 2…
*Carla kicks out, and quickly kips up as the two women go into a stand-off!!! The crowd is on their feet for this display of athleticism!! The two women then shake hands before breaking, and circling the ring…Carla and Linda then go into a lock-up, with Linda appearing to get the advantage, pushing Carla to the corner! Carla tries to break the lock-up…Linda hits a chop to the chest! The crowd “OOOHs” at this as Linda attempts to lift Carla up to the turnbuckle…Carla suddenly comes down onto Linda with a sunset flip…Linda counters with a quick hip drop onto Carla!!! Linda then positions Carla on mat perfectly perpendicular to the turnbuckle as she climbs up and signals for the Down Pour!! Linda leaps off…Carla rolls out of the way, lifting herself up on the corner…but Linda has already captured her in a widow’s peak, lifting her high above her head!! She moves to the centre of the ring…just as Joe comes off with a springboard dropkick onto Carla, sending Linda to crash down with a landslide pin!!!*
1, 2…
*Limey comes in to break up the pin! The ref sends Limey back to the corner as Linda picks up Carla, sending her to the Ragnals’ own corner. Linda plants Carla at the turnbuckle before tagging in Joe, who comes in with a nicely-placed Austin Aries back elbow upon entry to the ring. Joe then takes the wrist of Carla and spins round for a wristlock…Carla drops down to one knee…but then comes back with a stiff kick to Joe’s chest!!! Joe releases the hold as Carla applies a headlock!! Linda, however, sees this, and enters the ring, applying a headlock to Carla whilst Joe’s headlock is still applied!!! Limey enters the ring, and applies a headlock to Linda!!! Everyone in the ring is caught in the same hold, with Joe getting the worst of it! The crowd applaud this…before Joe locks the gut of Carla…and lifts for a back driver, sending a domino effect throughout the whole chain, leaving Limey to take the whole brunt of the attack!!! Limey and Linda roll out of the ring as Joe flops an arm onto the downed Carla!!*
1, 2, 3…NO!!!
*Carla gets the shoulder up as Joe holds his head in disbelief!! Joe gets to his feet, slowly, and then applauds the downed Carla, encouraging the crowd to do the same. Joe then takes the ankles of Carla, and flips her over, taking the wrists and standing on her calfs! Joe then leans backwards, shouting “WHOA…WHOA…WHOA…” as Carla is taken backwards into a Mexican Surfboard! Carla struggles to get out of it, but Joe’s determination is as dogged as ever!! The crowd break into a “PLEASE DON’T TAP!!”/”TAP!!” dueling chant as the hold is applied!! Eventually, the pressure is too much for Joe, who releases the surfboard, only to drop Carla into a reverse sleeper!! Carla reaches out for the ropes, inches away, as Joe keeps the sleeper applied! Carla tries to drag herself closer, reaching out once more…dropping the arm…it misses the ropes!!! Carla is going limp in the ring! The ref comes over to check Carla! The ref raises Carla’s arm…it drops once…the ref raises it again…it drops twice…the ref raises it a third time…*
*NO! Carla remains strong!!! Carla, with every last ounce of strength left, reaches out…and grabs the rope!!! Joe is forced to let go of the hold!! Joe picks up the ankle of Carla…Carla suddenly rises with an enziguri, knocking Joe down!!! Carla then leaps to her corner and gets the tag to Limey! Limey gets into the ring to a huge pop, coming at Joe with an armdrag!! Joe gets to his feet, only to be captured by Limey, who hits a belly-to-belly suplex!!! Joe goes flying across the ring as Limey throws up the horns to another pop! Limey then approaches Joe, and lifts him up, calling for the Twist Of Lime…Joe hits a shot to the gut before hitting a close Irish Whip to Limey, making Limey hit the turnbuckle at point-blank range!!! Limey stumbles back…as Joe lifts up Limey onto his shoulders!! As Limey is lifted high Linda hops to the ropes to come off onto Limey…DOOMSDAY-RANA!!!! DOOMSDAY-RANA CONNECTS!!!! The crowd is on their feet, chanting “THAT WAS AWESOME!!” as Joe goes for the cover on the downed Limey!!!*
1, 2, 3….LIMEY’S FOOT IS ON THE ROPE!!!!
*The count comes just short as Limey’s foot is seen on the bottom rope!!! Joe Ragnal would’ve got the win for sure!! Joe sighs at this, and points to the skies as the crowd pop!!! Joe drags Limey to the corner and leaps up to the top rope standing straight…before coming off with the FIVE STAR FROG SPLASH…LIMEY GETS THE KNEES UP!!! Joe is severely winded by this as both wrestlers are prone in the ring! The ref makes a count for KO!!*
1… 2… 3… 4…Joe and Limey are starting to recover… 5… 6…Limey is now up, dragging himself upwards by use of the ropes and hanging there… 7…Joe is to his knees now…
*Limey approaches Joe…but Joe hits a bionic elbow to Limey!! Limey is stunned, and drops to one knee clutching his face…Joe then captures Limey, and hits a snap suplex!! Joe then twists his legs, rising to his feet taking Limey with him, before lifting up for a quick facebuster!!! Joe goes for the pin!*
1, 2…
*Limey kicks out! Joe snaps his fingers in frustration, before making the “it’s over” sign, and grabbing Limey once more to try the FUN Drop!!! Joe grabs Limey and runs over to the corner…Limey stops Joe by dropping down to one knee, applying the brakes…before throwing Joe with an Irish Whip to the corner…Joe counters with an Irish whip of his own, sending Limey to the corner!! Limey is planted, and Joe appeals to the crowd before assuming a 3 point stance…charging at Limey for a spear…Limey hops to the second rope and somersaults over Joe as Joe hits the ring post!!! Joe stumbles out…Limey suddenly lifts Joe up and plants him with the TWIST OF LIME!!! TWIST OF LIME CONNECTS!!! Limey goes for the cover as Linda rushes in, only to be stopped in her tracks by Carla with a leg lariat!!*
1, 2… 3!!!!
Winners: Limey & Carla O Woe!!!
*Limey and Carla hug in the centre of the ring before raising their hands in victory!! Linda sees to her brother, and gets him to his feet. Joe is visibly shaken by the ring post, but is happy to have participated in the match. The two teams stare each other down…before each sharing a handshake to their opposite number followed by a hug as the crowd cheer for this display of sportsmanship!!! The Ragnals get their hands raised as a tribute to the amount of effort they put into this match!! The Ragnals then leave the ring, appealing to a very respectful crowd as Limey and Carla throw up the horns as they appeal on the turnbuckles…*
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Post by Toom E. Guci on Sept 13, 2007 2:07:42 GMT -5
*As the crowd returns to normal after the last match, the announcer has the microphone.*
ANNOUNCER: The following match is for one fall and is a tag team bout, introducing first ... weighing in at a combined total of 440lbs … they are Elite Perfection, the team of Chance Confidence and Ratings!!
*As if on cue an amalgamation of both there songs hit and play around the arena, first out is chance confidence and he is followed by Ratings. Both look smart and respectable as they head to the ring. Clearly they couldn’t care less about the fans as they are jeered. They enter the ring prepare for the upcoming match.*
ANNOUNCER: There opponents … they weigh in at a combined total of 413lbs … Maelstrom and Oceanic!
*The crowd cheers as out come the couple, Oceanic has the EWT Tri-State Title around her waist as they give a brief pose for there fans before heading to the ring. They enter and as the ref goes over the rules we go to the commentary team.*
JR: Everyone this is going to be one hell of a match, a lot of old scores to be settled here, a lot of past history to be sorted out.
JESSE: Ross, once again you miss the main point of his match up, Ratings and Chance were just protecting this company and it’s future, no one wanted Maelstrom as champion again and Oceanic did a terrible job as GM
JR: I think many of our fans would disagree with you Jesse.
JESSE: Of course they would Ross, they have no idea what it takes to run the EWT.
*The Bell Rings*
In the ring it looks like Ratings and Maelstrom will be starting for each side, a light Maelstrom chant can be heard from the crowd as the two men meet in the middle of the ring. Ratings starts saying stuff to Maelstrom’s face, Maelstrom listens briefly before throwing the first punch and we our away. Ratings and Maelstrom trade punches back and forth with Maelstrom gaining the advantage in the early going. Ratings has a punch blocked and Maelstrom takes the arm with a twist, Maelstrom applies the pressure to the arm before hammering on it with his elbow. Ratings clutches his arm as Maelstrom knocks him down with a clothesline and covers …
1,2 …
Ratings kicks out and rolls to his feet, the two men tie up and Maelstrom overpowers Ratings before an irish whip, but Ratings reverses the irish whip and puts his head down looking for a back drop. Maelstrom sees it and kicks him, Ratings stumbles back and is greeted by a back elbow from Maelstrom. Oceanic gets the crowd on side as Chance looks on in frustration. Maelstrom continues with a bodyslam attempt but Ratings slips out of it and dropkicks him in the back, Maelstrom stumbles forward as Ratings using some momentum from the ropes goes for a running bulldog, Maelstrom ducks this though and Ratings turns into a big boot to the face. Maelstrom covers again.
1,2 …
Ratings kicks out and manages a cradle of his own …
1,2 …
Maelstrom kicks out as Ratings backs off and tags in Chance Confidence. Maelstrom tells chance to come get some, but Chance begs off demanding Oceanic. Maelstrom looks at Oceanic who just nods, tag is made.
JR: Looks like Chance is going to get what he asked for Jesse.
JESSE: Chance is a true wrestler; he’ll easily run circles around Oceanic.
They face off and circle each other as the crowd gets behind Oceanic. Chance dives at the feet of Oceanic but she jumps back and chance misses. Chance goes for the leg again but again Oceanic moves. They stare down once again and this time they lock up. Oceanic is forced back into a neutral corner. Chance breaks clean and backs off with a cocky grin over his face. He attempts to surprise Oceanic but charges into a boot in the corner. Oceanic charges out and plants Chance with a bulldog. Oceanic quickly goes for a cover ...
1,2 …
Chance is pissed and he's holding his face. They lock up again and Oceanic goes behind and grabs a waistlock, reversal by Chance now in command with the waistlock which he changes into a german suplex and pinfall.
1,2 …
Oceanic kicks out and rolls to the side. Chance tries to get a hold of her, but instead gets a kick to the leg, he tries again but gets another, and another. Chance grabs the fourth kick but Oceanic flips up and connects with an enziguri! Oceanic covers …
1,2 ….
Chance kicks out and avoids an quick elbow drop and tries a roll up pin.
1,2 …
Oceanic kicks out this time and rolls back, the two face off again as the crowd applauds. They both rush at each other, Oceanic Leapfrogs chance and continues into the ropes as does he, they both come back and Chance goes for a sweep while Oceanic dives forward with a flying forearm. Both miss there mark as they come back round, only for Chance to whip Oceanic into his corner. Chance makes the unseen tag as Oceanic hits him with a forearm to the face, she throws another before Ratings grabs her by the hair and pulls her back sending her to the mat. Chance vindictive gives her a nasty stomp before leaving. Maelstrom is unimpressed but can do nothing. Ratings smirks as he drops a knee over Oceanic’s head before applying an abdominal stretch. Oceanic is in pain as she tries to break the hold … Ratings starts to use the ropes as an advantage which after a few goes the referee sees and forces him to break it off. Oceanic heads to her corner but Ratings charges Maelstrom knocking him off the apron. Maelstrom furious tries to enter but the referee stops him. This allows Ratings and Chance to nail Oceanic with a double suplex. Ratings tags out to Chance who covers …
1,2 …
Oceanic kicks out and crawls to her corner, Chance though stops her and hits a Northern Lights Suplex for the cover again.
1,2 …
Oceanic manages to kick out, Chance is still on her though but as he prepares to hit a DDT, Oceanic knocks him away with some shots to the ribs and then hits a super kick from out of nowhere! Both Oceanic and Chance go down. The ref starts a ten count …
1 … 2 … 3 … 4 … 5 … 6 … 7 … 8 …
Both participants are back on there feet, Chance tries to catch Oceanic with a quick clothesline but Oceanic ducks and drops him with a neck breaker. Both crawl to there corners …
the crowd cheers
Oceanic makes the tag! Shortly after so does Chance! Ratings charges in but gets decked almost immediately by an angry Maelstrom who nails him with big boot. Chance tries to come back to help but gets hurled over the top rope for his trouble. Maelstrom goes back to Ratings who runs right into a chokeslam. Cover …
1,2, 3 …
Ropebreak! Ratings had his foot on the ropes. Maelstrom is annoyed and drags Ratings into the centre of the ring and lifts him up for a possible whirlpool. No chance is back in and chop blocks Maelstrom knocking the big man down. Maelstrom tries to get back up but chance catches him with a diamond cutter! No sooner has this happened when Oceanic comes off the top rope with a crossbody to Chance Confidence. All four are in the ring now as Oceanic connects with a shinning wizard to Ratings! Only for Chance to clothesline both her and himself over the top rope and out to the floor!
JR: Business is picking up Jesse.
Maelstrom and Ratings get back up, and in the turmoil knock the referee down. Ratings plants Maelstrom with a DDT, but Maelstrom shrugs it off and kicks Ratings in the gut and lifts him up for the Whirlpool. On the outside Oceanic catches Chance in the head with a spinning back-heel kick sending him crashing into the steel ring steps. Back in the ring and Maelstrom plants Ratings with the Whirlpool.
(There’s no referee?)
JR: What is this?
JESSE: It’s, It’s …
The Draugr are here, they rush the ring and attack Maelstrom, Wraith & Corpse grab Maelstrom and nail him with the Whiplash! On the outside Oceanic tries to rush in for the save but gets caught by Ghostface who nails her with the ‘Ghost-Buster’. Corpse and Wraith scuttle to the outside as the referee wakes up, Ratings drags himself on top of Maelstrom …
1,2,3.
The Bell Rings
ANNOUNCER: Your winners … Elite Perfection!!
*The crowd jeers as Elite Perfection have there hands raised along side the Draugr. Oceanic is still down outside holding her head, she can just about see into the ring and the result. The 5 men head to one side of the ring to get the crowd really wound up. Maelstrom begins to get back up, he isn’t terribly happy about this as Oceanic slides him a chair. Maelstrom grabs it and manages to catch Corpse with it to the back. The heels scarper to the outside as a very angry Maelstrom holds the chair in one hand and his head with the other. Oceanic enters the ring as the pair look down the five men who back off up the rampway.
JR: this is not over, not by a long shot.
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Post by Toom E. Guci on Sept 13, 2007 2:08:20 GMT -5
Announcer: This next contest is scheduled for one fall.
* Just then, Toom E Dangerously storms out to the ring & grabs the microphone.*
For the record, I had NOTHING to do with that horrendous attack backstage on dorf, nor on Heiden-dorf. And if anybody is going to assume so, there will be problems!!! Now Heiden-dorf, I know you can hear me!! Get yer ass out here now & take yer beating like a man!!!!
* Toom E throws the microphone down & waits. Nothing. Toom E waits some more, but nothing. Frustrated, Toom E yells at the referee & gets out of the ring. Toom heads up the aisle towards the entrance. Just as he gets there, he is nailed in the head by a chair. Heiden-dorf walks out from the back & smashes the chair on Toom E’s back. Heiden-dorf grabs Toom E & throws him into a steel piping. Heiden-dorf grabs the chair & smashes it on Toom E’s head, busting him open. Heiden-dorf is frothing mad & throws the chair down as referees rush out. Heiden-dorf swings at the referees, then grabs Toom E. Heiden-dorf hoists Toom E up into a powerbomb & drops him down on a wooden crate. Dorf comes running out from the back & grabs Heiden-dorf, holding a cheese sandwich in front of him. Heiden-dorf grabs the sandwich, as the 2 leave & EMT’s rush out to check on an unconscious Toom E Dangerously.*
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Post by Toom E. Guci on Sept 13, 2007 2:08:42 GMT -5
* Just then, a video promo appears showing an old EWT superstar who is back for tonight’s showcase & we cut to Howard Finkel.*
Finkel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!
If You're Happy and Know It pumps out of the Toomitron, as the crowd boos, as a familiar woman walks out from the back, a sick grin on her face, as she rubs her completely shaved head, the woman wearing a top, with the picture of a red haired smiley face, that looks to have been stabbed to death. She quickly walks down to the ring, licking her lips as she steps down the rampway, quickly entering.
JR: I don't know what happened to this woman to make her believe that Juri has done her wrong.
Jesse: Think about it JR... If it wasn't for the new GND division, and ESPECIALLY Juri, Vivian would be remembered as a legend. Instead, she has been forgotten.
JR: You're as crazy as her.
Finkel: Introducing first, from the Land of Imagination, weighing in at 159 pounds, Dr. Vivian Anemone!
The former EWT GND and all around psychopath smiles and jumps around the ring, bouncing from side to side, as usual looking to have had nothing but sugar today. She waits for her opponent, as soon after, “Rose” By Anna inspi' Nana (Black Stones) starts up, the crowd cheering loudly as Vivian's opponent steps out from the back, ready to take this crazed woman down.
Finkel: And the opponent, Now Residing in Osaka, Japan, weighing in at 142 pounds, BR Juri Sadamoto!
From the top of the arena stairs comes the Broken Rose of EWT. Juri walks down the stairs with purpose, a goal to get rid of Vivian so she can take her revenge on Cass. She doesn't even register that the fans are trying to high five her as she walks past them. Halfway down the ramp, she points at Vivian then points up. Leading the crowd around her to point up with her. Without anymore delay she continues down the stairway with her eyes still on the Doctor. She reaches the barricade and leaps our it with ease. She stretches just a little bit, happy to be back in her real wrestling attire, as she sizes up her larger opponent.
JR: Juri looks to be in better spirits than when we last saw her.
Jesse: I think that's just a front, she's a broken woman and a Broken Rose. No way is she in any condition to take on Vivian.
JR: She may have her problems out of the ring but in the ring she's nothing but serious.
As Juri steps into the ring, Vivian's smile turns upside down, as she glares angrily at her opponent, giving a very disturbing glare as she watches the Broken Rose, spinning around and yelling at the time keeper to ring the bell! They jump back, immediately doing so, as Vivian immediately charges and takes Juri down with a Lou Thez press, unleashing some relentless fists, Juri however quickly pushing her opponent off, quickly jumping up, right into an arm drag from Vivian, who charges after, only for Juri to counter with an arm drag of her own!
Jesse: Looks like Vivian has studied a lot of Juri's matches.
JR: I'm surprised they allow wrestling in the psycho ward.
Vivian quickly rolls back to her feet, as she charges Juri again, who takes the woman down with a drop toe hold, floating over and taking her into a headlock takedown, then kipping up. Vivian quickly sits up, as Juri aims a kick, Vivian catching the leg though and shoving her back, sending Juri rolling back, but quickly recovering and getting to her feet. Vivian charges for a cross body, which Juri side steps, quickly dropping and rolling Vivian up with an Oklahoma Roll! 1....2
JR: This could be it!
Jesse: Not a chance, Vivian has a inner fire going. She'll not go that easy.
Vivian quickly breaks out. As Juri pulls Vivian up, though, she takes the Broken Rose into a small package! 1...2
Jesse: It's over!
JR: Excuse me?
Juri escapes as well. Vivian quickly runs off the ropes, charging back and hitting a dropkick to the face! Juri goes back down, as Vivian leaps atop, unleashing a relentlessly series of fists to the face once again, only for Juri to once again throw her off. Vivian rises back up, looking annoyed as she jumps at the rising Juri, releasing a relentless flurry of forearms, Juri however catching one and unleashing a nasty knife edge chop, sending the crazed woman staggering back! Juri follows up with a few more, backing Vivian into the corner, then charging for a backhand spring elbow, Vivian quickly running out of the corner, Juri however stops and charges for a jumping clothesline, sending Anemone down! She rises back up, sitting Vivian again, then delivering a few quick kicks, a third putting Vivian on her back, ,as Juri leaps atop for a cover. 1....2
JR: Hard shots from Juri. I think this one is it.
Jesse: Didn't you hear me JR? Vivian has likely prepared this for months. The fact is that Juri is too broken down. She has bandages on her forehead, a broken knuckle, and no friends in the world.
JR: She has Synthy!
Jesse: If you call that a friend.
Vivian kicks out. Juri quickly pulls the woman up by her bald head, then delivers a knife edge chop across the face! She follows with another, then grabbing and hitting a jaw breaker, stunning Vivian, as she runs off the ropes, grabbing her for a running facecrusher, only for Vivian to quickly throw her off. Juri quickly gets back to her feet, as Vivian runs full speed, launching and taking Juri over the top rope with a Spinning Wheel Kick! Juri tumbles to the outside, pushing back up, only to be taken down as Vivian springs off the apron with a flipping leg drop across the back! Juri gasps, hitting the ground, as Vivian grins, yanking Juri up, unleashing some vicious knees right into Sadamoto's chest, then pulling her into a quick snap suplex.
JR: Hate to admit it but nice moves by the GND veteran.
Jesse: Why do you hate to admit what is true? How did you stay in this business for so long?
JR: I call it like I see it.
Jesse: That explains a lot.
She delivers a vicious stomp across the face, before pulling Juri back up again, dazing her opponent further with a series of quick forearms, each one sending Juri stumbling further back, as Vivian smiles, hopping back onto the ring apron, quickly entering the ring to break the count out, then hopping back out, charging and leaping off for a missile dropkick to the face! Juri however scouts it and rolls underneath, grasping her face slightly, as Vivian crashes and burns. She pushes back up to her feet, grasping slightly at the back, as Juri walks over, throwing her opponent back into the ring, then following her inside again. She quickly grabs Vivian, dropping down and hitting a Hangman's neckbreaker, laying Anemone out, as Juri springs off the nearby second rope, landing atop with a double footed stomp! Vivian grimaces, as Juri quickly makes another pin. 1....2...
JR: This could be-
Jesse: No.
Vivian kicks out. Juri walks over, pulling Vivian up, then taking her into a snapmare, leaping over and charging forwards, hitting a front face dropkick, laying her back out. She groans, rising back to her feet, turning around as Juri aims a roundhouse kick! Vivian however ducks down, hitting a leg sweep and taking Juri off her feet! She immediately leaps up, grabbing that same leg and stomping at it, before pulling up on it, only for Juri to quickly push her opponent off with a boot to the face! Vivian grasps again, as Juri rises back up, nursing the leg slightly, as she charges and lays her opponent out with a Rose Lariato! Vivian topples again, as Juri yanks her away from the ropes, covering once again. 1....2...
JR: Another pin by Juri, I think Vivian's losing momentum!
Jesse: You would think that.
Vivian once again kicks out. Juri looks back down, pulling her opponent back up, whipping her into the nearby turnbuckle, Vivian slamming hard into it face first, slowly turning around, as Juri charges, looking for a Rose White, only for Vivian to grab a leg in mid move and shove her down, laying Juri out once again! The crowd boos as Anemone stomps at the back a few times, pulling Juri up by the waist, launching her with a German Suplex, Juri however lands on her feet, as Vivian seems to suspect this, leaping for a blind Gamengiri, Juri however catching her in mid move and hitting an Orange Crush Bomb! She holds Vivian down for the cover. 1....2....
JR: It's over! That move was for too vicious for her to kick out.
Jesse: JR, you just don't get it... For Juri this is just a match... For Vivian, it's life or death.
Vivian once again kicks out, though clutching at her neck. Juri looks on, this woman proving to be quite tough. She rises back to her feet, pulling Vivian up with her, grabbing for a Fisherman's Suplex, only for Vivian to block it with a foot, quickly taking Juri into one of her own! She immediately breaks the pin, as she quickly yanks Juri back up instead, leaping up and planting her a jumping neckbreaker! Juri looks on in pain, as Vivian immediately pulls her back up immediately clinching on a Guillotine Choke! Juri gasps in pain, as she feels Vivian squeezing tight, applying more and more pressure.
JR: Dammit, Ref! She's getting the life choked out of her!
Jesse: Legal.
JR: How is that legal?
Jesse: Read the rules.
The Broken Rose tries to push out of the submission, but to no avail, as Vivian clinches on tight, eager to strangle Juri it seems. Sadamoto however continues to fight, slowly trying to push out, then eventually delivering a kick to the stomach, doubling Vivian over! She quickly swings behind Vivian, grabbing her for a sleeper, but Anemone throwing her off before she can complete the Broken Stem Driver #1. Juri groans, rising again, getting taken down by an STO. She grasps her neck again as Vivian climbs behind, quickly locking in a rear naked choke, continuing to try and choke her opponent out. Juri looks on in anger, as she feels once again the noose, Vivian clinching on the move. She tries to wrap her legs around Juri's form to make certain she can't escape, but BR resists, using her free hand to hold one of the leg's back, as Vivian looks on angrily, using the unrestricted leg and kicking relentlessly at Juri's skull, trying to counter. Juri endures this for quite a bit, before she rears back in desperation, driving the back of her skull into Vivian's face! She groans, crawling off the doctor, as Vivian's clutches at her face in pain, both competitors seeming to have suffered some equal effect from that maneuver.
JR: Both competitors are down! This could go either way!
Jesse: It could, if Vivian wasn't holding her whole life at stake.
The referee starts a ten count as they are both down. But at 6, Juri rises to a decent cheer from the crowd. As she rises, Vivian does as well fueled by the cheers as if they were for her. She lays a forearm shot to Juri who returns with a thunderous chop. Vivian staggers back and bounces off the ropes to hit a forearm smash only for Juri to duck underneath it. Fed up with this crazy individual, Juri rears back her left hand as Vivian rebounds back at her. And levels her with a punch right to the jaw. Vivian falls down in a heap as Juri signals it's time for the TIMFA. She climbs the nearest turnbuckle in order to begin and points up into the air. Just as she does the crowd begins to boo. It's Cass! He's come down the ramp with lustful eyes on the fiery Joshi. She turns and stares at him in contempt while the referee calls for him to leave. He looks up at Juri, ignoring the referee, with a longing look on his face. While she's ready to pounce on him. Or she would have had Vivian not sweep her legs. Juri falls, shocked, face first into the turnbuckle and then harshly back first on the mat. Vivian smirks over at Cass who simply turns his back and walks away.
JR: DAMN THAT SICK HUMAN BEING! DAMN HIM TO HELL!
Jesse: While you're looking at him, Vivian is going to win the match.
JR: Oh no! Don't do it!
Vivian climbs the top rope and points up like Juri to deafening boos. She leaps into the air and lands a truly vicious 630 on the bane of her existence, Juri. She lands back first vertically on Juri's stomach and her feet slam into Juri's face as she involuntarily rose in shock from the initial blow. A huge smile covers Vivian's face as she sits on Juri's chest and hooks both of her legs into a pin. 1....2.....
JR: Dammit! This wasn't fair!
Jesse: Again, life isn't fair. And what's more, the evil dragon is dead.
JR: She's not evil nor is she a dragon Jesse!
Jesse: She is in Vivian's mind.
Finkel: And your winner of this match... Dr. Vivian Anemone!
She rises to her feet and jumps up & down excitedly, hearing all the chants & cheers for her defeating the evil Juri. But in reality she's been booed out of the arena as she celebrates. Meanwhile, Juri is non-responsive to the referee's attempts to wake her up.
JR: It's a damn shame this had to end this way.
Jesse: Speak for yourself, I'm happy to see Vivian back. Maybe she'll learn these new girls a thing or two.
JR: Nobody is safe. Vivian is back.
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Post by Toom E. Guci on Sept 13, 2007 2:09:12 GMT -5
Howard Finkel: Our next match is scheduled for one fall. *Bell rings. The Comedian's music plays.* www.youtube.com/watch?v=2a423fqOrpA Finkel: First, coming down the aisle, at 6 foot 6 inches, and weighing 290 pounds, from Los Angeles, California: “THE COMEDIAN” BOBBY RIGGS. *The Comedian comes out to some ferocious boos. He walks slowly to the ring with a paranoid look on this face. He looks around at the audience the whole, even as he enters the ring.* Vince McMahon: And, we are set for pay-per-view action between “The Comedian” Bobby Riggs and EWT’s newest wrestler Moose Jackson. Though, I don’t know how well Riggs will do in this match after all the weird things that have been happening to him lately. Jerry “The King” Lawler: Well, he better get his head into the game because I don’t thing Riggs wants to loose to some fat guy no one’s ever heard of. *Moose Jackson’s music plays.* www.youtube.com/watch?v=0WW8flwpH-Q Finkel: And, his opponent, coming down to the aisle, at 6 foot 1 inch, and weighting 369 pounds, from Florence, South Carolina: MOOSE JACKSON. *Moose comes out to a nice pop, walks down to the ring, and enters it.* McMahon: And, this will be Moose Jackson’s first match here in EWT. He certainly is a large man. King: I hope the ring’s reinforced because it could collapse with him just standing in it. *The bell rings. The Comedian and Moose slowly walk to the center of the ring. Riggs is still looking around and acting paranoid. They tie up, and Moose quickly moves behind Riggs and wraps his arms around his stomach. Riggs tries to get his arms in between Moose’s arms and his stomach to release the hold but to no avail.* McMahon: And, the match begins with a tie up, Moose moves behind Riggs and wraps his arms around his torso, and Riggs tries to break up the hold to no avail. King: Moose may look like a soufflé, but he looks to be as hard as brick cheese. Wait, I better quit using these food similes—or Moose might come over here looking for food. *After a few seconds, Riggs elbows the side of Moose’s head to get him to let go of the hold, which it does. Once Moose lets go, Riggs runs to the ropes and then charges at Moose with a shoulder block; but the move doesn’t phase Moose as the Comedian just runs into him and falls to the mat.* McMahon: Riggs charges at Moose but falls to the mat. It was like he’s running into a brick wall. King: BRICK WALL!!!! That was like he ran into a mountain! *Jackson quickly hits Riggs with a leg drop and goes for a pin.* Ref: 1…2…*The Comedian hops up.* McMahon: Moose goes for an early pinfall but to no avail. King: It’s gonna take a lot more to keep the Comedian down. *The Comedian gets up but is soon taken down by lariat from Moose. Riggs gets up again but is hit with another lariat from Moose. Riggs gets up again, but Moose hits with another Lariat, this one sending the Comedian to the outside.* McMahon: Moose Jackson is really looking impressive with those lariats. King: You’d think that the Comedian had a Whopper in his pants by how Moose is charging at him. *The Comedian re-enters the ring and is met with some kicks and clubbing blows from Moose. He picks Riggs up, whips him across the ring, and charges at him with a clothesline. However, the Comedian ducks, bounces off the ropes, and hits Moose with a dropkick. Moose staggers back and falls onto the ropes. Riggs gets up, walks over to Jackson, and begins to hit him with some punches and European uppercuts. Then, he hits Moose with an inverted atomic drop, followed by a discus punch that sends Jackson through the top and second ropes and down onto the apron.* McMahon: It’s the Setup and the Punchline! King: I’m amazed Riggs was able to lift that big tub of lard for the Setup! *As Jackson stands up on the apron, Riggs charges at him and knocks him to the floor with a jumping knee lift. With Moose on the floor, Riggs moves to the apron, gets a running start, jumps off the apron, and lands on Moose with an elbow drop.* McMahon: Beautiful elbow drop from Riggs. King: That’s smart, McMahon. He’s not letting up and trying to wear Moose out because Moose looks like he can become worn out opening a bag of potato chips. *Riggs picks up Moose and tries to whip him into the steel guardrail, but Moose reverses it. The Comedian hits the guardrail, and then Jackson avalanches him across it. Then, Moose throws Riggs back into the ring. Moose re-enters the ring and then quickly takes Riggs down with a running clothesline. Then, Jackson picks up the Comedian and then hits him with a few headbutts.* McMahon: And, Moose has quickly regain control of the match. King: I’m amazed Riggs isn’t as flat as a pancake after that avalanche. *After another headbutt, the Comedian falls against the ropes. Then, Moose clotheslines Riggs to the outside. Jackson moves onto the apron and then amazingly jumps off with asai moonsault, landing on Riggs. The crowd yells in amazement.* King: OH MY GOD!!!! McMahon: Amazingly, Moose Jackson pulls off an asai moonsault that he calls the Moosesault! What an impressive showing of agility from Jackson! King: I’m amazed that Moose didn’t get stuck when he jumped up in the air! *Jackson gets up and throws Riggs back in the ring. Moose re-enters the ring, grabs Riggs and hits him with a stomachbreaker. Then, with Riggs on the mat, Moose hits his opponent with a leg drop and a double elbow drop. He goes for another pin.* Ref: 1…2…*Riggs gets a shoulder up.* McMahon: Another nearfall for Moose. King: The Comedian took a lot of punishment, but, like I said, Moose has gotta do more to keep him down. *Riggs slowly gets up, but Jackson doesn’t let up on him, hitting the Comedian with a shoulderbreaker, a pump-handle slam, another stomachbreaker, and a tornado forearm smash. The forearm smash sends Riggs to the outside. Moose then moves to the apron and jumps off for another Moosesault, but the Comedian moves out the way; and Moose lands on the floor.* McMahon: Oh no! Moose goes for another Moosesault, but the Comedian moves out of the way—and Moose lands on the floor. King: That must have registered a 7.5 on the Richter scale! If your in Japan, RUN! There’s a tidal wave about to hit! *Moose slowly gets up, but Riggs immediately hits him in the side of the head with a knee.* McMahon: Oh my! What a vicious knee to the side of Moose’s head! *Riggs then picks up Moose and throws him into the ring. Riggs re-enters the ring and goes for a pin.* Ref: 1…2…*Moose hops up.* McMahon: A nearfall for the Comedian. *Riggs gets up and moves away from Moose to allow him to get up. Jackson does and starts to crawl across the ring. Then, the Comedian drops an elbow across the back of Moose’s head. Riggs follows up the elbow drop with another and another. He lets up so Jackson can get up. Moose slowly gets up, and then, the Comedian charges at him and hits Jackson with a jumping knee lift that sends him into the corner.* King: Man! The Comedian is on Moose like Moose would be on a steak…and a sandwich…and a burger…and pretty much any kind of food. *The Comedian then tries to whip Moose into the adjacent corner, but he reverses the move and sends Riggs into the corner. Then, Moose charges at Riggs; but the Comedian gets his foot up and Jackson ends up charging into it. This turns Moose around, allowing Riggs to take him down with a bulldog. He goes for another pin.* Ref: 1…2…*Moose kicks out.* McMahon: And, the Comedian puts a stop to Moose’s attempt to regain control and nearly gets the win. If he’s keeps this up, he could win the match. King: You finally got something right McMahon! There maybe hope for you yet. *Riggs waits to Jackson to get up. Moose slowly gets to his knees, and then the Comedian hits him with another knee to the head. Then, Riggs picks up Moose and hits him with a DDT. He gets up, picks up Moose again, and hits him with another DDT. Then, the Comedian gets back up, picks up Moose again, and hits him with another DDT. McMahon: The Comedian with a barrage of DDTs. King: He’s trying to scramble Moose’s brain like it’s an egg. And then, Moose will probably eat it. *The Comedian picks up Moose and hits him with a few European uppercuts. Then, he puts the Iron Claw onto Jackson.* McMahon: THE IRON CLAW! THE IRON CLAW! Riggs has the Iron Claw on Moose! *Riggs has the claw on Moose for a few minutes. Moose starts to fade. He falls to one knee and then another about a minute later. After another minute, the ref checks Moose and then begins to raise his arm.* Ref: *raises Moose’s right arm and lets it drop*1…*raises Moose’s arm again and lets it drop*2…*raises Moose’s arm again, but this time it doesn’t drop*NO! McMahon: His arm didn’t drop! Moose still has some life in him! *Moose grabs the arm that Riggs is applying the claw with and tries to pull it off. However, Riggs has the claw locked on tight, but Moose is getting a second wind. He starts to get back on his feet, first with the right foot and then with the left foot. Then, Moose stands up straight and puts an Iron Claw of his own onto Riggs.* King: He has Riggs in an Iron Claw as well! McMahon: And, Moose is back in the game with his version of the Iron Claw, called the Antler Clutch. *Both men are locked together, trying to pull each claw off of their heads and moving around the ring to get a footing to get the move off. Eventually, Moose starts to overpower Riggs. He begins push Riggs to the mat, but Riggs stays on his feet. However, Moose starts to get Riggs’s claw off of his head. After a minute, Moose finally pulls Riggs’s hand off of his head.* King: HE ESCAPED! McMahon: Moose Jackson escaped Riggs’s Iron Claw and now has him in the Antler Clutch! *Riggs tries to get the claw back onto Moose’s head, but Moose overpowers him. He eventually gives up and then uses both hands to try and pull the Antler Clutch off of him. However, Moose has it locked on and isn’t letting go. Soon, Riggs starts to fade and is about to fall onto his knees. However, the Comedian gets a sudden burst of strength, wraps his arms around Moose’s stomach, and hits him with a belly-to-belly suplex. This causes Moose to let go off Riggs’s head.* McMahon: Oh my! What a belly-to-belly suplex from Riggs! King: Yeah, but it took a lot of him they are both down. *Both men are down, and the referee looks back and forth at them, seeing little movement from either. Raising both arms, the referee counts.* McMahon: The POWER from that supslex—er…Suplex…keeping both men down! Referee: ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! *Riggs, shaking off the damage done to him, gets to his hands and knees, rubbing the side of his head.* FIVE! McMahon: Riggs is the first to move! THE INTENSITY! *Looking up above, Moose suddenly begins to move as well, staggering back up slowly.* King: Moose is getting up now too—I think the damage done to his head is making him mistake those lights for donuts! *Riggs is up first, but Jackson soon follows.* McMahon: Both men are up! I can guess what’s going to happen now… *The Comedian hits a big left on Moose, and the hefty man retaliates with a big right of his own. The two repeat punches back and forth between them, until Moose goes for a haymaker—where he gets countered by Bobby and raked to the eyes, stopping his efforts cold.* McMahon: DISQUALIFY THAT MAN! DISQUALIFY HIM! King: Relax, Vince. The way you’re acting, you’d think you’re just trying to end this one so you can take out your lunch and eat in peace! *As Moose staggers back, Bobby kicks him in the stomach and puts Jackson’s head between his knees, lifting the little mammoth in a position to land the laugh riot on him. With a split second to spare, Moose shifts his weight that causes Riggs to drop him down and let go. Moose reverses, trying to backdrop Riggs over him, but The Comedian flips over and drops behind him, locking in a Tazzmission onto the heavier (and flabbier) Moose Jackson.* McMahon: RIGGS HAS ANOTHER SUBMISSION LOCKED IN! IS MOOSE DOOMED? King: Well, if he is, the world is going to become a much lighter place… *Using his size, Moose begins to push backwards on Riggs, moving him closer and closer to the corner, and finally cornering The Comedian in. The referee is forced to break up the hold, Riggs releasing at four.* King: Moose is a very, very lucky man, Vince. McMahon: I consider that skill, Jerry! King: That’s not what I mean. I’m just surprised he hasn’t succumbed to hunger yet! *Moose turns around, giving Riggs a strong Irish whip into the opposite corner. As Riggs rebounds from the sheer force of the move, Moose puts his head down, and Riggs kicks him right in the head with force that sends the heavier man backwards a good several feet. Moving back, Riggs runs at him again, flipping over Moose and—* King: Sunset flip! McMahon: But Moose hasn’t fallen yet! He’s wobbling! *Trying his absolute best not to topple over, Moose…topples over. Unfortunately for Riggs, Moose has accidentally fallen into a sitting position!* McMahon: WAIT! MOOSE IS ON TOP OF RIGGS! *The referee slides down to the mat, immediately beginning to count!* McMahon: ONE! *Riggs does his best to power out, but Moose, realizing the situation, hooks the legs of The Comedian.* McMahon: TWO! *Riggs continues finally seems to get an edge on Moose, pushing him away…* McMahon: THREE! *DING DING DING* *But Riggs was a split second too late. As Moose rockets upward, a look of surprise on his face, as well as one from Riggs, “Weapon of Choice” picks up on the speakers.* King: Riggs kicked out, this isn’t fair! McMahon: He did, but he was TOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO late! Moose Jackson is living proof…that ANYTHING can happen in the WW…um…EWT! Finkel: Here is your winner….MOOOOOOOSE JACKSON! *Quickly, Moose slides out of the ring, backstepping up the aisle as fans nearby lean over the barricade and slap him on the back, cheering him on. At the apron, he gives a smile, before opening up a small pocket in his pants and pulling out a chocolate chip cookie.* King: What?! *Moose devours the cookie, crumbs falling out of his mouth as he raises his arms and disappears behind the curtain.* McMahon: What an amazing upset victory! King: That was a fluke, McMahon! Riggs was robbed! McMahon: Say what you will, but you’ve GOT TO GIIIIIIIIIIIVE credit to…….Moose…Jackson. *After Moose leaves, the Comedian is still in the ring. He is shocked and angry that he lost. Suddenly, a bell rings. At the strike of three bells, the arena goes dark. Loud, unrelenting gusts of wind fill the arena causing much excitement and confusion. Papers, programs, and food containers fly everywhere as a light down pour rains down on the crowd. Many voices shout in shock, for all of this is still going on without lights. Yet suddenly the lights just above the ring kick in, showing only Bobby Riggs standing shin deep in an odd sort of fog.* “....Dead....men.....tell.....no......tales” *Riggs is scared beyond belief. He is erratically looking around the arena, grabbing his hair and yelling “NO! Why me! WHY ME!!!!” Before full realization can set in, a flash of light in the form of a thunder clap shows the man considered to be out of EWT for good... FERHAGO CROW. The ghostly pirate eyes Riggs like a snake would a rat before cutting his throat with both hands. Another sudden thunder clap hits, leaving Riggs alone in the center of the ring. The Comedian looks around the arena and then immediately runs out of the ring and up the aisle.*
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Post by Toom E. Guci on Sept 13, 2007 2:10:00 GMT -5
* We cut backstage to Todd Grisham, whom is with dorf.*
Todd: dorf, what the hell was that all about?
Dorf: What was that about? What was that about? Give me a break Todd. That was about a debt to be paid. A debt to society. You know, Toom E has treated me like a joke. I come in here, I save his company, I get him back on the feet. And he books me in match after match after match after match. The thing is, I run this company with him. Never once does he ask my opinion. Never once does he involve me in the decision making. And what do I get from it? A chair to the head! Give me a break, he had nothing to do with it. Look at everything I have done for this business since Day 1 of me. Hell, I am the reason the Girl’s Next Door Division is back, not him. I brought back Mystery…for him. I brought back Dr. Vivian…for him. I saved his ass…for him.
You know what Bischoff? Screw you!!! I have the authority now. You’re being taken out on a stretcher while I am still standing. And I have come to a decision & there ain’t a damn thing you can do about it. Your precious Gauntlet matches that you booked without my help? CANCELLED!!! Card is subject to change b**** & I am changing it on my own.
This is about what I want. And as long as Bischoff is in charge, I will never get what I want. Well, I am booking it right now!!! You hear me Bischoff? I am booking it right freaking now!!!
* And dorf storms off as we cut back to the ring.*
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Post by Toom E. Guci on Sept 13, 2007 2:11:06 GMT -5
Howard Finkel is back in the ring, ready to announce the next match.
Finkel: Ladies and gentlemen, this next contest is scheduled to be a two-hour ironman triple-threat match, and is for the EWT Ox-Division Championship! Introducing first, the challenger!
The lights dim out, and "The Hand That Feeds" starts up--quietly at first. Red lights flash throughout the entrance way, briefly illuminating it for varied split-seconds. After a short while of this, the entire stage shines bright with a red glow, as various strobe lights scan the entire arena. Eventually, amongst all of the lights all effects, Chad Michaels emerges from the darkness, sporting long black khaki shorts with DX-style hearts on the left leg and R-X on the right leg. Continuing with the red and black theme, he also wears a black elbow pad, red wrist-tape, black DCS', and a red headband. He comes out shirtless this night, ready to fight at any given moment.
Finkel: He hails from Miami, Florida, by way of Chicago, Illinois! Weighing in at 246 lbs... "The Suicidal" Chad Michaels!
Chad receives a thunderous fan reaction as he slowly walks down the dark ramp, staring straight into the ring as he does so. Reaching it, he climbs it and takes his headband off, throwing it into the crowd. That particular section of fans all jump to try and grab it, as Chad stretches to prepare himself for this grueling bout.
Finkel: Now, introducing the opponent!
"Zombie Eaters" replaces "The Hand That Feeds", and the lights remain dim. Not wasting any time by making a grand entrance, Moxie walks out to an even more wall-shaking pop than Chad Michaels. Immediately, he walks down the ramp and slides into the ring before standing and looking over Chad Michaels--surveying the competition.
Finkel: Standing in the ring, he hails from Minneapolis, Minnesota! Weighing in at 225 lbs... Moxie!
Chad Michaels does the same, just as Moxie's music fades out. Together, they slowly allow their heads to turn towards the entrance ramp, waiting for the champion to walk out.
Finkel: And introducing the champion...
The dark lights fade into a golden color as an airy tune plays from the sound system. Following six or so seconds of this, the note spins into a certain Italian-sounding intro that signifies the entrance of EWT's Ox-Division Champion. The lights twirl as the intro plays, before "Square Dance" actually starts up full-swing. The fans boo viciously at the man who just yesterday betrayed the trust and friendship of Juri Sadamoto, and has been a cocky bastard since his arrival.
JR: And here's that snake, Cassidy Clearwater! I hope he gets what's coming to him tonight!
JV: I'll go out on a limb and say that he's responsible for what happened to Juri earlier, and thusly, Karma owes him big time! I don't think tonight will end up very well for him at all!
Walking out slowly, he carries in his two hands his crutches, and carries on his face a scowl. He carefully eyes the two men attempting to take his title, before looking down at the crutches that have held him back for weeks. With a sly smirk, he hurls them to each side, before slowly making his way down the ramp with the ring in his focus.
Finkel: Making his way to the ring, is the EWT Ox-Division Champion! He hails from Los Ange--oof!
Finkel drops the microphone and is shoved out of the ring by Cass, who thusly picks it up and speaks in a haste.
Cassinova: Ladies and gentlemen, with no time to speak I will get to the point! Due to Toom E. Dumbass and Dork being incompetent fools, we now have a weird match on our hands in which the rules are ones that no one understands! Hey ref, do you understand the rules?
Referee: Well, I..
Cassinova: Haha! Of course you don't! Now... since no one understands the rules... I'll take it upon myself as champion to interpret them!
Referee: I don't think...
Cassinova: Oh, shut it up!
Moxie and Chad Michaels don't seem to be very amused. They seem to just be waiting for their chance to jump at this guy.
Cassinova: Now, as I was saying... I will be the fair interpreter of these here rules, see? And in fact... I've already gotten everything set up!
The crowd seems amused, but confused. They're confuamused.
Cassinova: Two-hour Ironman triple-threat match. Duh. Triple-threat. We have that already. Hm... let's make this no count-out as well. So it's triple threat.. no count out... But... ironman? C'mon! I doubt he actually wants us to have an Ironman match! That'd be absurd! But... I think I may know what he meant!
More confuamusement.
Cassinova: So, uh, without further ado. Here to perform their mega-classic "Iron Man" for two-straight hours... or at least until this match is over... Black Sabbath!
The original incarnation of Black Sabbath--who have been set-up to play the entire night but for reasons behind me have gone unnoticed, are at the corner of the stage, preparing to play the song.
Ozzy: ThangyuEWTfurdisopurtunitytogibthuhvanszumHEAVYMETAL!
The song starts up... and... apparently this signals the start of the match. Everyone seems to be extremely confused, besides Cassinova (irony), and the referee shrugs before ringing the bell.
Black Sabbath:
Has he lost his mind? Can he see or is he blind?
The combatants in the ring circle each other for a while. Cassinova glares at Moxie, who glares at Chad, who glares at Cass. Circling slowly, they eventually begin to close in and it looks like the actual match is going to be started...
Before Cassinova bails. The fans boo him as he stands outside of the ring, looking at his two opponents inside. Chad flies towards the ropes nearest Cass, leaning over them and yelling at him to get into the ring and fight him like a man, but Cass merely shrugs and walks away from him. Chad Michaels is seething, but he is suddenly rolled up from behind by Moxie!
1...
2...
He kicks out! Cass looks to be slightly anxious outside the ring, hearing that near-fall, but he shrugs it off as he makes his way over to the announce table, sitting down and taking a seat. The announcers stare at him funny as he puts a headset on.
Cassinova: Ah, so, how do you think this one will end up?
JR: This... this is your match...
Cassinova: Yeah, so?
Black Sabbath:
Nobody wants him He just stares at the world Planning his vengeance That he will soon unfold
JV: You're doing commentary on you're own match? This isn't ironman rules! If one of those two pins the other, you've lost your belt!
Cassinova: Eh, I'm tired of fighting for it anyway. Time to move onto better things, you know? I'll just kick back and enjoy the show.
JV: You're quitting the match?!?!
Cassinova: Sorta'.
JV: Are you insane?!
Cassinova: Well... I've been sort of disheartened lately. Relationship problems. You know what I mean. I think I'll just enjoy the show tonight and use my rematch to get the title back.
JV: ...
Back in the ring, Moxie has kept Chad down with repeated shots to the back. Chad eventually makes his way up and pushes Moxie away, before jumping and hitting an enzuigiri to the back of his head! Moxie stumbles, but manages to keep his balance. As he uses the ropes for support, Michaels comes from behind with a bulldog! Moxie's head meets the mat, hard, and Chad immediately attempts to lock him into his "Here's to What's Her Name"! Rolling away, Moxie makes it to his feet and attempts a quick lariat to Chad, who ducks it and tries one of his own. Moxie blocks this and tries to force Chad to the ground for a submission, but Chad breaks free and backflips away from him. The two then come to a standstill, as the crowd applauds graciously.
Cassinova: Boo!
JR: I'd like to see you get in there and keep up with that pace, Cass.
Cassinova: Well, hell! I don't even get a chance to go through physical therapy or anything, and people already expect me to put on clinics in there! Can I rest every once in a while!
Black Sabbath:
Heavy boots of lead Fills his victims full of dread
Cassinova: And will someone shut off that damn music?!
JR: You chose it!
Cassinova: Since when do I make the rules? God, this is chaos!
Moxie, attempting to focus through all of the noise, runs over to Chad and grapples him, trying to get him into a suplex position. Finally wriggling him into it, he tries to lift him, before Chad responds with a northern lights suplex! He holds for a pin!
1...
2...
Moxie kicks out!
Cassinova: Erm... that was close...
JV: Thought you didn't care?
Cassinova: I.. uh.. don't.
JR: Sure...
Cassinova: ...Excuse me...
He takes off the headset and runs around the table, sliding into the ring behind Chad. He looks to grab him for a move from behind, but Chad quickly whips around, catching him in the act. Immediately, Cass bails again--to many boos--and goes back to the announce table.
Cassinova: Erm... nevermind.
Chad spits in the direction of Cass, wiping his mouth and scowling wickedly. Yelling at him to fight like a man once more, he is too distracted to see Moxie sneak up behind him and drop him with an inverted DDT! Moxie glares at Cass as he pins Chad Michaels!
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2...
Cassinova: Kick out, damn you!
He kicks out. The other announcers look at Cassinova with a sly smile, and he pretends as if he didn't just yell that out. Moxie picks Chad up and chops him once in the chest, whipping him toward the ropes and looking to drop him with a spinebuster when he returns. He bends, but Chad hops over him on the rebound, before lifting him and dropping him with a Protobomb! With Moxie down, Chad hits a standing double-foot stomp before covering!
1...
2...
Moxie kicks out once more!
JV: Moxie, showing his resiliance!
JR: He's definitely not an EWT Hall of Famer for nothing!
Chad is obvious frustrated, and calls for an early end. Now about six-minutes into what could've been a two-hour match, he wants to put Moxie away as soon as possible--knowing he can go whatever distance is placed in front of him.
Black Sabbath:
He was turned to steel In the great magnetic field Where he traveled time For the future of mankind
Picking Moxie up, Chad puts him into a shoulder powerbomb position and looks to nail a different variant of the Kiss Your Rated X Goodbye! He walks around with Moxie--who is struggling to get free from his grasp, but may be out of luck at this point. Cassinova, seeing this, looks on with wide-eyes.
Cassinova: Uh-oh. Be right back!
He drops the headset and springs back up to his feet, jumping up to the apron. Chad faces away from him, unknowing of his presense, and has Moxie facing up on his shoulder. Cass sees this as a perfect opportunity to take out one of his opponents, and takes a deep breath as he looks around at the fans in attendance.
In his head, outside of kayfabe, he attempts to remember whether this spot is supposed to be done right now or if Moxie is supposed to give a signal that he's ready. Not wanting to be mistimed, he decides to just go for it. In what seems like slow-motion to everyone watching and everyone involved, Cassinova jumps onto the top rope while spinning, and springboards off with a backflip, grabbing Moxie's head and taking him off of Chad's shoulder with a sick inverted DDT!
A loud thud as expected from those involved in the match. The microphones under the ring were turned up to amplify it, even. Much to their surprise, a sickening crack is heard throughout the arena instead. Cassinova quickly rolls away from Moxie and stands up quickly, looking over at him, and Chad blinks a few times doing the same. Unable to move from their positions out of disbelief, they can only look on at the still, motionless Moxie laying on the ground. The referee quickly rushes over to him and checks on him, asking him if he's all right--and getting nothing. The microphones of Black Sabbath are cut, and they are escorted off the stage as reality seems to move slower as usual...
...Everything is summarized by the referee solemnly holding up an X towards the backstage. Silence falls upon the crowd and everyone in the arena, as medical personnel rush down the ramp and slide into the ring with a stretcher and various supplies.
Cassinova holds his hand to his forehead in disbelief, shock, and confusion. Beginning to hyperventilate, he backs himself into a corner as he watches the medical staff slowly move Moxie onto the stretcher and strap him in. Chad Michaels looks away, noticing the shocked and remorseful Cass in the corner. Trying to keep up kayfabe, he frowns and looks the other way. The silence still bestills everyone in the arena, and a few staff-members attempt to escort Cass and Chad out of the ring and to the backstage as quickly as possible, as Moxie is slowly stabilized on his stretcher and carried up after them. The two wrestlers--Cassidy especially--attempt to look back to see how Moxie is doing, and even try to pull free from the grasp of the dozens of staff-members and security guards. Cassinova can be heard screaming to clarify to Moxie that it was an accident and that he didn't mean to hurt him--but it's apparent that he's actually just attempting to convince himself that he did nothing wrong. Feeling enough guilt to drive him to tears, he is pushed behind the curtain by staff along with Chad Michaels, and isn't heard from again.
After taking their attention off of Cass, the crowd looks for any signs of life from Moxie, knowing that since that match doesn't continue, he is legitimately injured. Hoping for a twitch or a thumbs up, or anything movement from him at all, they are disappointed and saddened to see him disappear behind the curtain without doing anything but laying still--lifelessly.
JR: Wow... ladies and gentlemen... I'm not sure what to say. Please, if you believe in praying, pray for the safety of that young man right there...
JV: It's always sad to see this kind of thing happen in a wrestling ring...
There is an eerie silence among everyone in the building, and Howard Finkel isn't sure what to do. Eventually, he takes to the ring, microphone in hand.
Finkel: Ladies and gentlemen... I hope you understand... the rest of this match will not take place here tonight...
Sighing and shaking his head, he exits the ring and takes his seat on the outside. The empty ring gives off a chilling effect, and the sound of Moxie's neck snapping and crunching against the canvas resonates through the mind of everyone in the building. Needing to move forward with the show, for now, The Skies the Limit II goes on...
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