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Post by Toom E. Guci on Mar 5, 2007 17:34:34 GMT -5
*Toom E Dangerously comes to the ring & grabs the microphone.* You know, I have noticed some comments going in the back. You see, folks have been whispering & avoiding me ever since March 4th, 2007. They are afraid of how I would react to Merc's winning the championship. Who cares about Merc winning the belt? I sure as hell don't. It doesn't bother me in the least bit. And do you know why? Because he's Merc. He parades around here like he owns the place. He has his bimbo by his side who currently is on a REALLY short leash, as it is. And then Merc goes on record to state the comments that he did. So be it Merc. The only reason you were in that match is because of Maelstrom. He asked me to put you in it. And he will be SEVERELY punished for his loss. You Merc...you, on the other hand...will be fun to toy with as champion. For you see, as champion...you have to do ever little thing I say. Because, as your boss...the man with the money, there's 1 of 2 things I can do to you to make your life a living Hell. I can make it so that you NEVER defend that championship belt. And in not defending the belt, I could strip you of it since you don't make the Championship Defense deadline. Or, I can go 1 even better. I can give you a match. A match against a man you have NEVER faced here in Extreme Wrestlecrap Threaderation. A man you have NEVER beat here in Extreme Wrestlecrap Threaderation. Do you know which one I decided on Merc? Are you even the slightest bit curious? March 25th, 2007 Merc....you will be a Dead Man Walking as you face the new #1 contender. A man who impressed me this past Sunday Merc. A man who has proven time & time again that he is worthy & ready to be #1 contender. A man who made the right choice Merc. That man is....Mike Ragnal. *The screen fades to black as we see a shot of Merc on the screen & it reads across him:* DEAD MAN WALKING
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Post by xombiehiphop on Mar 5, 2007 17:53:30 GMT -5
Kenny! Johnny! Mitch! Nicky! Mikey! And we are...The Spirit Squad! -Collegiate fanfare begins to play and the five, green clad members of The Spirit Squad emerge on the stage full of pep. And horrible dance moves- King: Hahahaaa! Lookit JR! It's The Spirit Squad! Bust out your dance moves! JR: I can see who it is, unfortunately. And I won't be dancing tonight for the benefit of out viewers at home. Five male cheerleaders, dangerous one's at that, set to face the odd trio known as The Draugr. King: Odd is the understatement of the century. JR: Those three took part in one of the most bizarre matches I've ever witnessed. At one point, all three of them were practically finger painting with Dorf's blood! Like a pack of wild hyena's! King: Well, they say television rots your brain and those three are a shining example! They didn't even seem to care that they lost! They were too busy watching their OWN team mate bleed! ..Do ya think The Spirit Squad would have hung out with The Draugr in high school? JR: No. No, I don't. -The Squad members line up in the ring as their music dies down. Kenny has a head set on so his words are clear and audible to the audience- Kenny: Ready?! OK! One! Two! Three! Give me an "S"! Give me a "P!" Give me an--AGGH! -Kenny's cheer is interrupted as Corpse, Wraith and Ghost Face had hopped over the barricade, came through the crowd and rushed into the ring from behind. The three zombie's wildly and viciously attack anything in their sight in a brutal manner. Soon, all five members of the SS are tossed from the ring where they lay in heap. As they drag themselves to their feet, they are soon taken back down as The Draugr all dive to the outside with a trio of rushing Suicide Dives!- JR: The Draugr realize they aren't getting paid by the hour and it looks like a car wreck out there! -Wraith is the first to his feet and he drags Mitch up by his head. He slams Mitch's face into the ring apron before tossing him into the ring and sliding in after him. With the cheerleader on his back, Wraith grabs him by the sides of the head and repeatedly rams the back of it onto the mat. As he rises and towers over the fallen Mitch, the camera get's a close up of the nasty, fresh scab in the center of his forehead. A result of inadvertently taking a staple gun to the face last night- King: These three are pure nightmare fuel! Their so pale their almost translucent and they look like extra's from Michael Jackson's "Thriller" video! JR: And a nightmare looks to exactly what the Spirit Squad are experiencing at the moment. -Mitch is whipped towards the ropes as a pair of feet crash into his face, courtesy of a Missle Dropkick from Ghost Face. Ghost Face and Wraith put the boots to him as Mikey slides into the ring with intention of helping out his team mate. Ghost Face and Wraith quickly turn their attention to the incoming cheerleader, taking him down with a Clothesline/Spear Combo. Seeing his team mate go down, Kenny climbs onto the apron and spring boards onto the ropes. Before he's able to perform a move, Corpse shakes the ropes and Kenny lands flat on his face in the center of the ring with a sickening thud. Wraith hauls his limp body up to his feet and places him into a Piledriver Position..as he's doing this, Ghost Face spring boards himself, finding more success than Kenny did, and pushes Kenny's feet downwards, effectively performing a Spiked Piledriver- JR: GOD ALMIGHTY! They call that the "Zombie Eater"! King: Uh, I'd say the canvas just about ate Kenny's head! -Johnny enters the ring but Nicky doesn't..the camera show's him back peddling up the ramp and soon he's nowhere to be found! Johnny looks about for his missing team mate, expecting some back up, but soon the mugging continues. The Draugr are unrelenting, stomping Johnny into the mat with stomp after stomp. Crowded around him, the boots just keep coming, Johnny trying his best to cover up- King: I'm far from a Spirit Squad fan but this is just a mugging! The Ref needs to put a stop to this! JR: But it's five on three! ..Well..four on three now! -Wraith hauls Johnny to his feet and has him in a Flatliner position..Corpse hits Johnny in the back of the head with an Enzuguri, and upon doing so, Wraith drops him with the Flatliner, move they have dubbed "Whiplash". While that was going on, Ghost Face had just nailed Mikey with his finisher, the "Ghost Buster". Wraith yanks Kenny, still feeling the effects of having his head driven into the mat, to his feet and just as quickly puts him right back down with the "Snow White Tan". Leaving the 20 year old prone directly in the middle of the ring. Ghost Face and Corpse climb on opposite turnbuckles and come down simultaneously with a flying legdrop(Ghost Face) and a diving splash(Corpse), "The Road To Nowhere". And that's exactly where Kenny is going. Nowhere. His body lays limp after the double impact and Wraith hooks a leg.. ..One.. ..Two.. ..Three.- JR: Mercifully, this one is over. Chaotic would be a word, we were never even able to determine a legal man! A vicious assault, these three disturbed young men were almost feral! -"We Die Young" begins to play as The Draugr stare down at the bodies littering the ring with scowls. Nicky has now returned as he creeps into the ring and tries to roll his team mates away. Ghost Face spots this and snatches a microphone from the announcer before he can declare them winners- Ghost Face: ..Run.. -Nicky looks utterly confused- Ghost Face: RUN! -Not needing another hint, Nicky scrambles to his feet and attempts to run from the ring. However, he is tackled from behind, by Corpse and Wraith who begin to stomp the life out of him. They haul him upwards and both toss him shoulder fist into the ring post, through the middle ropes, where we hearing a bone crunching noise. He clutches his shoulder, yelping in pain- Ghost Face: ..You idiot! You never run in a horror movie! ..You'll just die tired! -The three smirk at his and begin to slowly leave the ring as the scene fades..-
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Post by thecursedone on Mar 5, 2007 18:33:10 GMT -5
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Post by Banned Member on Mar 5, 2007 18:37:09 GMT -5
*We cut backstage, and we see Merc rubbing his chin stubble, and as we cut to a wide shot we can see Trish holding the belt.*
Merc: Dead man Walking? Is that how you see me Toom. As a Dead man Walking? I happen to see me as something you never wanted me to be. Something that keeps you up at night. Something that you don't want to explain to your investor friends, and that is the EWT heavyweight champion.
*Merc takes the belt from Trish, and slings it on his shoulder.*
Merc: You also have the nerve to call Trish a bimbo? We may not be on the best of terms right now, but she is far from being that. She has been with me though thick, and thin. Sure we may have had a time apart, but we found each other again. This is better than the Macho Man, and Liz reunion from WrestleMania seven.
*Trish has a slight smile on her face. As Merc hand her the belt back.*
Merc: So you have decided that at the Dead man Walking ppv. I will be defending against Mike Ragnal. Good old Mikey. Oh wait he is bad old Mikey now. Isn't funny that he decided to turn heel the moment I became champion. Well how convenient is that. Mikey turns heel, and Toom grants him a title shot, and not just any belt. My belt.
*Merc stops for a sec, and his sadistic smile crosses his face.*
Merc: Thats just fine. You see out of all the EWT roster. Mikey is the one I've always wanted to face. You see ever since I came here in EWT. You've made snide remarks, and comments on how I handle my career, and every time I offered to take you on in that ring. You avoided me. You were a coward, but now that I'm champion you want to wrestle me. Well thats fine I finally get to shut you the hell up, and just like I did Maelstrom. I will send you to the hospital.
*Merc laughs a little.*
Merc: For you Mike there will be No Mercy for you on March 25 at Dead man Walking. I will walk in as champion, and I will walk out as champion!!
*We zoom in on Mercs angry glare as we fade to black.*
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Post by SsnakeBite, the No1 Frenchman on Mar 5, 2007 19:01:33 GMT -5
*Mysth is in the locker room, getting himself ready for his next match. Mysth suddenly looks at something that is off-screen. The camera turns and zooms on what Mysth is looking at : a letter. It seems very old and is closed with a red wax seal, and it is sea worn*
Mysth : "For Liam O' Neill." Who the hell could be writing to this psycho ? His doctor maybe ? Hmm... there' s no expeditor name... strange... and actually... suspect...
*Mysth checks out that nobody' s around and opens the letter.*
Mysth : ... what the hell ?! There' s only a black spot on this letter ! Bah... that must be a joke or something.
*Mysth puts the letter back into the enveloppe, but when he puts it down, he sees that the name of the adressee has changed ! It now reads : "For Mysth."*
Mysth : HOLY S*** !! How come it... wait a minute... that' s normal, heh... that feud against Liam O' Neill put me under stress... so, I am a bit troubled... I' ve just... gotta rest...
*Mysth leaves the locker rooom and the camera keeps focusing on the enveloppe and the words... "For Mysth."*
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Post by The Lach is very tired on Mar 5, 2007 23:23:09 GMT -5
*Spaz is sitting backstage watch footage from the Leviathan Chamber match. It shows him pinning Ratings & Ratings levelling Spaz with an iron bar. It then shows Spaz getting eliminated shortly thereafter.*
S: I was on my way back to the top. I was going to win back the EWT Title. I eliminated you clean Ratings & you decided to take me out with a cheap shot! It was your cheap shot that cost me the chance to once agin reach the summit of the business! But you see Ratings, you have stirred something from deep within me. A fire that has been long dormant. It's not about championship gold or respect, it's not about the thrill of the competition or the honor. This is about doing everything in my power to break you Ratings! I will no rest until you are in a hospital bed, or worse! You have signed your own death warrant Ratings. It will take 5 men to stop me! I will unleash something upon you that cannot be undone. Watch yourself Ratings coz when the time comes, you won't know what hit you!
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Spyke the Pacers Fan
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Go Indiana!
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Post by Spyke the Pacers Fan on Mar 5, 2007 23:29:25 GMT -5
*Cut to Spyke's locker room where Spyke is watching Spaz's promo on a monitor.*
Spyke: "Jeez... Blah, blah, BLAH!"
*Spyke big boots the TV and it shatters on the ground.*
Spyke: "Spaz... what a joke."
*Fade to next segment/commercial*
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Post by Virus aka Captain No-Nuts on Mar 6, 2007 0:21:26 GMT -5
(Fans' attention is directed to the CrapTron, where a video begins to play. We are in what appears to be a medical research facility, and before we can really discern anything else, we see a figure burst out from the left side of the screen and start running through the halls. He interrupts various conversations and bowls over more than a few scientists before he finally finds what he's looking for. He enters a lecture room, where another, older scientist is teaching some students.)Worried Scientist: Sir... I really think you should see this... Professor: Surely it can wait? I'm in the middle of a lecture here. Worried Scientist: No... sir... we don't have time for that! Just look! (The professor puts on his reading glasses and takes a paper from the winded scientist. After a few seconds of reading, the professor's expression turns to one of shock.)Professor: Oh my God... CLASS DISMISSED! You... come with me. (The professor and scientist stride quickly off camera as the students file out of the hall. The c amera follows the professor and scientist until they go into a doorway that's protected by a cardreader. The camera pans up to reveal a sign...)INFECTIOUS DISEASES WARD (There is muffled, but excited conversation on the other side of the door as we fade to commercial.)
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ape
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Post by ape on Mar 6, 2007 13:51:51 GMT -5
*the camera fades into a brightly-colored room. in the center of a shot is a bean bag chair with ape love sitting in it. ape love is wearing a pair of sunglasses with peace signs on them. behind him is a poster of dorf on the wall. he does the mr. spock sign to the camera and begins to speak.*
hey there, cool cats! it's me, ape love! i'm back in the ewt, isn't that just radical?! i was so sick of sitting by and watching that square, psychoapeguy, make people bleed. like, you need blood to live, dadio! and livin' is what ape love does the best! ooooooooooooowwwwwwwww!!!
*ape love pulls out a turkey sandwich and a slice of cheese and begins to speak again.*
speaking of livin', friendship is a key part to livin'...this sandwich here symbolizes a great friendship i have with that awesome cat known as dorf. there's the turkey for me...'cause i love my turkey....and the cheese for dorf....'cause he loves his cheese. when you put the cheese on the turkey sandwich...
*ape combines the sandwich and the cheese.*
...it becomes a culinary delight....it's totally gnarly!! that's how dorf and i are! we're good on our own...but, put us together and we're the coolest two dudes...he's like sonny and i'm like cher...
*suddenly, ape love begins to violently clutch his skull. his sunglasses fall off as his head shakes wildly. after a few seconds, the shaking stops and his head slowly raises to look into the camera. there are heavy bags under his eyes, it seems as if he hasn't slept for days. both eyes are rolled up into his skull and his good eye appears to be bloodshot. a smile forms on his face and he begins to sing in a very slow, deep, and scratchy voice. as he sings, he pulls out a black marker and beings to scribble on the dorf poster behind him.*
...when you're lovin' me baby...hehe and when i hold you baby...i know you love me baby...hehe...you know i'll never leave you...i know i'll always love you....you know i love you baby...hehe you know i love you baby.....
*after he finishes singing, ape pulls out a knife and begins to angrily stab away at the poster. after a few moments, he stops and slowly steps back. the camera zooms into the poster to see dorf's face scribbled all over with various words like "hate" and "anger" and that every single knife cut is on dorf's back. above the poster, in marker, the words "ape+dorf=bff" are inked. after taking a moment to enjoy his handy work, ape turns to the camera and speaks.*
....hehe.....that freak thought he won....but two can play his game, dorf...he showed up when i didn't want him to....he spoiled my fun....hehe....well....let's see how he likes it when i spoil his "friendship" with you, dorf...hehe....'cause he can't be friends with a dead man....people might start to think he's a little...hehe...psycho...
*ape quietly chuckles to himself...then suddenly begins to trash the entire room like ripping apart the bean bag chair, kicking holes in the walls, and stabbing at the floor with his knife. as everything in sight is being destroyed, the camera slowly fades to black.*
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jzbadblood
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Christ, man. Can't you see what's happening? Can't you read between the lines?
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Post by jzbadblood on Mar 6, 2007 16:51:47 GMT -5
Beneath by Nothingface smashes over the PA system in the EWT arena. The fans get on their feet when JZ walks out from behind the curtain. He paces his way down the ramp and into the ring with microphone in hand.
JZ: Looking around this arena makes me nostalgic. I remember the days of getting bloodied by Merc, getting bloodied by Ape, and even getting bloodied by Toomi. I sure as hell did bleed a lot back then. Those where the days...but being back here for a couple of minutes I've noticed some things. Merc is the champion and Toomi has a problem with that, as usual. Ape is still bouncing off the walls, Spaz is climbing the ladder to EWT title again. As the saying goes: the more things change the more they stay the same.
JZ: Don't get me wrong though. I loved the old days, and I'd love to battle Merc for that title or stab Ape in the face with a screwdriver again but that's not why I'm here. There's a young kid in the back who just can't seem to get over what happened last month at the Royal Pain in the Ass Rumble. I've heard through the grapevine that he's so obsessed with it that he can't even focus himself on anything but revenge. Why don't you guys take a look at the Toomitron:
"Indigo starts applying pressure & brings Merc down to a knee. Indigo reels back as jz grabs an unexpected Indigo. Jz throws Indigo over the top rope, eliminating him.
Mike Tenay: "Christopher Indigo has been eliminated!"
Don West: "Christopher Indigo has been eliminated, he won't be getting a title shot!"
JZ: That kid was Chris Indigo. I can call you Chris right? Well, listen up. If you're so upset about me eliminating and costing you a title shot, then why don't you meet me in the ring sometime..hell, make that anytime. That's the sole reason I came back to the EWT. but the only way for me to get a match with you was to sign an EWT contract..so that means I'm back full time right? You shouldn't have a hard time finding me then. Now we'll see what happens, kid.
Beneath hits again as JZ leaves the ring.
Mike Tenay: So that means that JZ has openly challenged Chris Indigo to a match, anytime anywhere. Will Chris actually accept the challenge? And where will he pick for the match to take place? This situation could get very interesting in the coming weeks. We'll be right back.
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Post by Indigocrates on Mar 6, 2007 17:26:14 GMT -5
*Backstage, we see Chistopher Indigo finished watching the promo, Indigo grabs the TV monitor, and hurls it across the room. The TV hits the wall, and the monitor shatters, and the TV hits the ground, Indigo approaches the TV.*
Indigo: "JZ, when you signed your contract, you signed your life away. Your unexistance is only a matter of time at this point! You see, I was plusangry that you eliminated me at the Royal Pain In The Ass Rumble, and I challenged, no, I was almost BEGGING you to come back to EWT. You hadn't shown your face, and my bellyfeel suggested you were nothing more than a spineless prole. Then, it happened. March 4th, 2007. Merc won the EWT World Heavyweight Championship. Then, it hit me. That should've been me who won the title. That should've been me who won the RPITAR. I should have been in the Leviathan Chamber, not King Choculon. I should have cast Maelstrom to the depths of unexistance, not Merc. I should have won the EWT Title. The title not being with Minipax, the title being with Merc, the glory being with King Choculon. That was MY glory they were sharing. I watched that moment I was eliminated, over and over again. And then it hit me. It was all you, JZ. Everything was your fault! You're the cause, JZ, and with all of EWT bearing witness, I WILL BE THE SOLUTION! YOU'RE LEGACY WILL FIND IT'S END, AND IT WILL BE FOUND BY MY HAND!"
*Indigo, with a possesed look in his eye, rips some piping off a nearby wall. With metal pipe in hand, he leaves to begin the hunt, as we cut to commerical.*
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Ragnal
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Post by Ragnal on Mar 6, 2007 17:29:36 GMT -5
*We see the Cidal Squad backstage in the lounge room. Mike Ragnal, Andy Duke, and John Doe are sitting in cozy chairs, as Mike is rewinding and fast forwarding through some earlier footage.*
DOE: Come on, Mike. We've seen this stuff ten times over.
MIKE: Ssssh.
*Doe just rolls his eyes, and Mike presses play on the remote control.*
TV: ...is the one I've always wanted to face. You see ever since I came here in EWT. You've made snide remarks, and comments on how I handle my career, and every time I offered to take you on in that ring. You avoided me. You were a coward, but now that I'm champion you want to wrestle me. Well thats fine I finally get to shut you the hell up, and just like I-
*Mike stops the tape, and just stares at the static on the television. He leans forward in his chair, covers his mouth with one hand, almost as if in thought.*
DUKE: So how about that? You have the chance of taking on the World Heavyweight champion and winning the belt.
DOE: Not only that, but he comes out and calls you a coward.
*Ragnal, still in thought, finally reclines back in his chair, holding his heads behind his head as he looks at the ceiling.*
DOE: Look, Mike, if you want, we can just go find the sunnuvab**** and take him out long before-
*Still looking at the ceiling, Mike points a finger at Doe, and he stops as if Mike has some major adivce.*
MIKE: As good an idea as that sounds, Johnathan, I won't allow it. If we want the Cidal Squad to work, we have to work as a team.
*Mike sits up from the chair, crossing his arms.*
MIKE: If I go and let you guys take out Merc, all it's going to do is make us come off as a bunch of thugs, and you two acting as nothing more than lackies. And that's the LAST thing I want the Squad to become.
*Duke gets out of his seat and stands to Mike's left.*
DUKE: So what, then? we're just gonna let him go scotch free? Leave him clean as a fresh strip of fly paper?
MIKE: Heh, fly paper, good one, Andy. But no, what we need to do is get inside Merc's head. First thing you want to do with your opponent is figure them out. Seek their weaknesses, look at what it is that makes them tick, find their strengths...and use every last bit of it against them.
*Doe gets out of his chair, and stands on Mike's right.*
MIKE: And I know just how we can do that.
*With a sinister smile on his face, Mike goes back to the chair and grabs the remote, rewinding the video. After a few seconds, and Duke and Doe look on in awe.*
DOE: Hey, that's where I took out Deamon Cohln.
MIKE: There you go. And then we've got this clip.
*Mike fast forwards, and stops.*
DUKE: Nice. This was where we destroyed the Rock 'n' Sock Connection.
MIKE: Yep.
DOE: I can't believe you have this stuff recorded.
MIKE: Well, duh, I had to have something for research's sake. You guys think I didn't pay attention to a thing you've done?
*Doe and Duke shake their heads, knowing Mike must have watched them.*
MIKE: Anyway, as you can see *He points the remote at the TV* Both of those events have something in common. And ending. Now...what is that ending?
*Duke and Doe continue to watch, Doe scratching his chin. Pretty soon, it hits them.*
DUKE: I see it.
DOE: That's just the thing we need to do.
MIKE: There you go.
*Mike pats both of them on the back.*
MIKE: Now, phase one's planned out...for phase two, I'm gonna teach you guys how to play "mind games"...and how to win them.
*The Cidal Squad members all huddle, and before any of them utters a word, Doe looks at the camera, and shoves it out of the cameraman's hands. As it hits the floor, it flickers into static, and the scene fades out.*
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jzbadblood
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Post by jzbadblood on Mar 6, 2007 17:46:14 GMT -5
*JZ is slightly jogging to his locker room, and quickly switches on the tv. He was told by someone in the hallway Indigo was on the television. JZ finishes watching the promo, and calls on the phone for a cameraman. He meets him in the studio room and begins to cut a promo*
JZ: You SHOULD have won the rumble? You SHOULD be champion? Guess what kid? You're not. You're not the rumble winner, you're not the match of the night, and you sure as hell aren't the EWT champion! You know what else? You COULD have done all of those things, but you know why you didn't? Not me, that's for sure. I was only playing by the rules jerk, and you turned your back for a second to apply a hold to Merc. In that split second I took advantage of a rookie mistake. That's why you're not champion. You made a rookie mistake. Can you honestly sit there and tell me you wouldn't have done the same thing to me? Didn't think so. Wanna blame me for your lack of experience?! You want to come after me with a freaking pipe?! Go ahead. I've beaten the biggest names here, and I've taken much worse from them too. I came here to give you a fair shot and now you're going to pull this crap? I'm kind of glad. I'm not usually a straight-laced wrestler guy anyways...so this is another rookie mistake on your part. You never give your opponent the advantage going in.
JZ walks out of the studio and back down the hall to his locker room. The door was locked, but the handle has been broken off, and upon peering inside, the room itself has been destroyed. The tv is broken, clothes are scattered all over the place, and there are now dents in the wall.
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Post by Rick Raskall on Mar 6, 2007 18:04:33 GMT -5
In the EWT Arena, "Hair of the Dog" plays over the PA system. The fans start to get excited, until they see Rick Raskall coming through the curtain with a microphone. They begin shouting abuse at him.
Raskall: CUT THAT GODDAMN MUSIC!!
The music immediately cuts out.
Raskall: I do NOT want to hear that song EVER AGAIN!!
Raskall steps into the ring as the boos grow louder.
Raskall: That music is a reflection of the man I USED to be! I don't want to be reminded that I was a baby-kissing, hand-shaking fool, made to look like a total jackass for your amusement! I am a SUPERSTAR!! I am a Hollywood ICON!! And I do NOT need to be parading around here, smiling like a retard, getting the s**t kicked outta me just so you people can get your jollies off!
More booing.
Raskall: Alright, that felt better. Ladies and gentlemen in the arena, and those of you watching at home on your 12-inch black-and-white burned out televisions in your dirty old trailer homes, you have been presented with a wonderful opportunity. You will finally be able to see the best solo act that the EWT, and indeed the wrestling world, has to offer. Because now that I've rid myself of that 300-pound walking grease stain known as Marcus Trunk, the real show can truly begin. Because as soon as...
A chant of "We Want Trunk" starts up in the arena.
Raskall: You people want Trunk? You can't have Trunk. Because Marcus Trunk is currently sitting in a hospital bed supported by milk crates or whatever his lousy HMO can afford. Me? I've got Platinum health coverage. Sorry I can't spare a few bucks, old buddy, so I guess you'll be away for a good long time.
The "We Want Trunk" chant gets louder.
Raskall: You know what? On second thought, maybe you people don't deserve to see me in action. Oh, you'll definitely see me in the ring, but it won't be the Rick Raskall who high-flies and death-defies. Because obviously you people didn't appreciate me when I did that, so the high-wire act is history. I'll wrestle however the hell I want, because I am the star of this goddamn show! And I stand in NOBODY'S shadow!
Raskall drops the microphone and leaves to no music, but the booing from the crowd more than makes up for it.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 6, 2007 18:30:43 GMT -5
*Camera cuts to the main area of the arena. The camera itself is facing the stage.*
Finkel: The following contest is scheduled for ONE FALL! Introducing first...
*The lights go out, replaced by flashing strobes and multicolor lights. As "Different World" blares over the speakers and the crowd erupts in boos, the Jaguar rolls out, TJT within. Terina is in her usual managerial garb, Jupiter is in jeans and a t-shirt, and Thunder is clad in his wrestling gear. The three depart from the car, and make their way down the ramp.*
Fink: ...being accompanied by Jason Jupiter and Terina, from San Diego, California, weighing in at 232 pounds......JIMMY THUNDER!
*The trio continues their entrance as they normally do until Thunder starts to get further ahead of his teammates halfway down the ramp. After reaching the ring, Jim vaults into the ring, pulling himself up with the top rope to accomplish such a leap. By this time, Jupiter and Terina have reached the ring, but choose to take their place outside. Thunder begins to strut around outside, head held high as though he's above all the fans. He hops onto the turnbuckle closest to his allies, throwing insults and gestures at the crowd before hopping back down, resuming his cocky strut. As the lights return to normal, the man takes off his entrance gear and hands it to Terina, awaiting his opponent.*
*Shortly thereafter, War's "Why Can't We be Friends?" begins playing, and Aaron Chamblis confidently walks out.*
Finkel: And his opponent, from Cincinnati, Ohio, weighing in at 167 pounds........AARON CHAMBLIS!
*The young star leisurely walks down the ramp, taking the time to slap hands with the fans and give more distant ones a pleasurable thumbs-up. He proudly smiles, and when he reaches the ring itself, slides in. Thunder decides not to attack him, but seems to be yelling at him.*
*The bell rings, and Aaron, with his non-confrontational nature, goes up to Jimmy and extends an open left hand, waiting for his opponent to shake. Thunder grabs the hand, spinning it into a hammerlock. Almost instantly the spritely man flips it around and pushes Thunder away, goofily wagging a finger. Thunder looks steamed. Intead of charging, however, Thunder circles around his opponent, the two of them locking up. Aaron tries to slip around to the side, but recieves a big kick to the gut. Again Thunder nails the smaller man with a kick. Following up, he gives a few shoulder thrusts to Aaron's left shoulder. With Aaron on the mat, Jim decides to go for an early cover.*
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KICKOUT.
*Thunder immediately goes back to work on Chamblis, mounting him and delivering punches to the face, dismounting, and stomping the left shoulder for a bit. He goes to pick up Chamblis, who jumps up a bit and headbutts him in the stomach. This hardly fazes Jimmy, who continues to assault Aaron with a few forearms. He pulls Chamblis up to a standing position, and whips him into the ropes. Thunder puts his head down, and the quick Chamblis leapfrogs over him. Before Thunder can really react, he gets a swift kick to the butt by his opponent, who pleasantly mutters something to him afterwards. Thunder charges, only to get Polish hammered, and gets back up to get another Polish hammer. Thunder rises back to his feet, charging once more, but Chamblis leaps into the air over Jimmy's shoulders, and sideways, almost from behind, delivers a Tornadorana. Aaron is getting a head of steam, and now the crowd is really beginning to get behind him. Now having an advantage, Aaron runs into the ropes, and comes back with a running senton right to the chest. He quickly covers up his adversary.*
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KICKOUT!
*Chamblis begins to look to the crowd and celebrate as Thunder rises up. Jim grabs his neck from behind, executing a lightning-quick neckbreaker slam. Thunder follows up with a set of four elbow drops, and with Aaron still down, runs into the ropes for a leaping elbow drop. As the old saying goes, "A swing, and a miss" as Chamblis rolls to the side and Jimmy hits nothing but a mat. Jim gets back to his feet, but as he does, Chamblis has springboarded off the turnbuckle. Thunder turns around, only to get nailed by The Flyin' King. Once again, Aaron goes for the cover.*
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KICKOUT IN THE KNICK OF TIME!
*Thunder is completely dazed. In an attempt to help him out, Terina climbs to the apron, attempting to distract a rather lonely referee, who seems more than happy to "calm her down." Jupiter mounts a turnbuckle, Aaron being between him and Terina. before Jupiter leaps, Chamblis makes a feint charge at her, and while she quickly drops down, Aaron make no further "attack." Just as this happens, Jupiter jumps, going for a torpedo dropkick, but Aaron does a leaping dodge akin to something out of a Broadway musical, and Jason crashes out on the floor just a few inches from a shrieking Terina. Chamblis turns around, only to recieve a few kicks. He dukes it out with Thunder for a bit, only to get overpowered and hoisted up in the air for the Thundercrash. He rools down. VICTORY ROLL! The ref is quick to react!*
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NO! KICKOUT!
*Thunder pulls himself up. He decides to go for a dropkick, but he also misses it as Chamblis cleverly ducks under it. Aaron picks Jim back up, going to pick him off the ground in a fireman carry, only to recieve a series of brutal forarm shots to the back. He breaks off the attempt, but Thunder won't relent. He continues to hammer Aaron, now with massive punches to the head, and lifts him up, carrying him to a turnbuckle. He brings him to the second highest one, places him in a powerbomb position, and executes the Thundercrusher. Jimmy hooks the leg, and the ref begins the count.*
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3!
*"Different World" begins playing once again, and Thunder rolls out of the ring, walking away victoriously with a dazed Jupiter and a proud Terina.*
Finkel: Here is your winner........JIMMY THUNDER!
*As the members of the upper-crust trio go back up the ramp, out of the back burst Mark and Mike Zephyr, last seen on TV in a losing effort against a then-debuting TJT. The two are wielding metal pipes, and rush past their former adversaries, who stop for a bit to watch them. They run in the ring, beating down the stunned Aaron Chamblis with their wepons before he can even put up a fight. Thunder, Jupiter and Terina laugh it off, seeing Aaron demolished as they make their exit. Bith Zepyrs climb out, get microphones, and get back in the ring.*
Mike: It's been too long that we haven't gotten any exposure! TOO LONG!
Mark: And we decided to do something about it! We thought maybe, just maybe, we could come out here and show this second-rate rookie who deserves the TV time! WE DO!
Mike: WE DO!
Mike and Mark: WE DO! Because we're the Zephyr Brothers! The hottest tag team you've never heard of!
*The crowd explodes as "The Icon" Axel Halaway jumps the barracade and Jobby McJobberston runs down the ramp. They both enter the ring. The Zephyrs foolishly believe that the crowd is cheering for them, but find out they are sorely mistaken after they are tossed out of the ring by the Wrestle Posse. They try to enter but after noticing that the odds are against them, they sheepishly walk away. Axel picks up a mic while Jobby checks on Aaron.*
Axel: Well, now that all the trash has been cleared from the ring...
*The crowd cheers.*
Axel: I can now completely interrupt this wrestling show to talk, because that's what everyone loves.
*The crowd goes deadly slient.*
Axel: *chuckles* Anyways, you might ask how I feel about our loss to TJT or my individual loss to Terina.
*Boos all around.*
Axel: You might say that I was slightly angry. Just alittle bit P.O.ed, in fact. But that didn't stop me from thinking a bit about why I lost.
*Aaron finally stirs and Jobby begins to help him up.*
Axel: Every time that TJT feel threatened, they increase their ranks. So far, I have done nothing to stop them. In fact, I HELPED them! You see, by me trying to fight by myself... I failed. But now, I finally understand how TJT work and how I will cut them down at the knees. It's quite simple... Divide and Conquer...
*The crowd is slient.*
Axel: And to do that. I must unify. Sooo....
*Axel turns to Jobby and offers his hand. Jobby immediately shakes Axel's hand so hard that the ring shakes. Loud cheers are heard.*
Axel: We have much to get over, and I leave it up to you... Jay, to help make us a closer team.
*Jobby nods and goes to hug Axel.*
Axel: ah... Not right now... And also, make a list of all your ideas from your best to worst... And take out 75% of the list, from the top down.
*Jobby looks confused but agrees. Axel turns to Aaron who is just getting his senses back.*
Axel: And to battle the vast ranks of TJT... We need to increase ours...
*He offers his hand to Aaron.*
Axel: How about being a-
*Jobby grabs the mic.*
Jobby: SUPER SPECIAL MEMBER OF THE WRESTLE POSSE!?!
Aaron: You know what, Jobby, Axel? I'm just trying to be a sportsman here in EWT. A guy who fights fair. And you know how I can fight fair? By evening up the odds, and finding myself some friends. So, your offer, Jobby? I'm trying to look as neutral as I can, but you can BET I'll be on your side, whenever you may need me!
Axel: And there we have it folks. Mark this date... It's the beginning of the end, for TJT AND MINIPAX!
*The crowd begins to cheer for the three of them, the newly formed trio standing dignantly in the center of the ring.*
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Post by The Bad Man on Mar 6, 2007 18:41:53 GMT -5
We go backstage to see Raskall walk past. Clearly in a bad mood the camera watches him walk by suddenly the camera is spun around and Sum guy is standing by and is being dwarfed by two rather large african american men. He does not look comfortable as two hands rest on his shoulders. they look as if they just recovered from a meat blender incident.
SUM GUY: Hi everyone ... I'm Sum Guy and my shoulders feel like they have been stabbed several times.
As the camera pulls back a bit we see Sum Guy is standing in the middle of Big and Bad. Mr. Big towers over everyone his face difficult to read under his dark sunglasses. Mr. Bad however can be seen in all his glory much to the displeasure of nayone watching. His exposed flabby belly and chest riddled with marks and scars nearly covers the width of the camera as he leers over Sum Guy his eyes darting back and forth. The hands of Mr. Bad lean into Sum's shoulders in a threatening way to get on with this interview. As Sum Guy tries to hide his pain Mr. Big clasps his hands together. Mr. Big looks down at Sum Guy and plucks the microphone out of his hand. The grotesque Mr. Bad continues to hurt Sum Guy.
MR. BIG: That's because your shoulders have been stabbed Sum ... ten times in fact.
Mr. Bad releases Sum Guy who collapses to the floor, his shoulders bleeding from several punctures. Mr. Bad's nails have been cut into sharp points by some illeagal back alley manicurist. Mr. Bad licks his hands of blood as the gnarled features of his face contort into a possible picture of enjoyment, we are not entirely sure. Mr. Big continues to watch the camera.
MR. BIG: I called this interview to make a statement, and that is that pain and suffering are on the agenda. Long has the big bad wolf been dormant and tamed. Now though it has come out of the shadows and infront of you ... 'little people'
Mr. Bad gibbers incoherently as Mr. Big speaks his bulges of fat wobbling as he holds his head with both hands. This becomes even more extreme on that last line as if thinknig of someone.
MR. BIG: Big and Bad are here to blow this EWT house down ... your pathetic insignificant heroes have been warned!
Mr. Big throw the microphone away and folds his immense arms remaining deadly serious. while Mr. Bad bobbles about in front of him exhaling air though his mouth like as if he was trying to make a balloon. His sickly teeth can be seen as he does this making him even more repulsive, Sum Guy begins to groan on the floor and Mr. Bad promptly kicks him very hard causing more pain. Mr. Big just nods
(fade out to video promo for Eddie Omega)
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Post by raftshack on Mar 6, 2007 20:23:32 GMT -5
We quickly cut to Hoss Matthews, walking around backstage, for no reason.
Hoss: Man I made a bad career move. Should've taken that used car salesman job.
Suddenly from the ceiling, a pair of ropes dangle next to Hoss, as he looks up confused, Faboon sliding down from one side, Zel falling and hitting the ground from the other.
Faboon: You clumsy egg!
Zeleke *sitting up* Fate intervened... it was not my doing!!!
Faboon *laughing* Fate hates you... and it should.
Zeleke: Blow it out your elbow!
Faboon: My elbow blows nothing but the finest mists and breezes. Yours blows... garbage and dust!
Faboon laughs, as Zeleke scrambles to his feet. He shakes his head for some reason, as a Debbie Cake brand Strawberry Short Roll thing falls out. He dives to the ground, gobbling it up, before hopping back up, grabbing Hoss's shirt and using it to clean himself up.
Zeleke: Thank you walking napkin man.
Hoss: .... What?!
Faboon: Those who do not know... shall never know! Thus I speak... this is the will of the Gophers!
Zeleke: Damnation... I thought you eradicated them!
Faboon: FIBBLE FAP!!!
Hoss: Ummm... what are you guys talking abo...
Zeleke *cutting him off* Silence napkin man... or be stricken by my mighty hoove!
Faboon: Yes... tell him like it is, it will be, and it shall forever remain.
Hoss shakes his head, slowly looking up at Raft Shack.
Hoss: Alright fine... you things. While I'm here, it appears you guys were victorious over the British Bulldogs.
Zeleke nods
Zeleke: Silly man... why shouldn't we be?
Faboon: No canine can stop our flow yo!
Zeleke: We slapped them like a frog!
Faboon: And then they whimpered while we beat them with the mighty newspaper of victoriousness!
Hoss looks wide eyed.
Hoss: ......WHAT?!
Zeleke smacks Hoss aside the head.
Zeleke: Stupid napkin man... you know not of our vibe upon which we thrive. It makes me gag with anger... and misery... and confusion.
Faboon: Now now... don't let him rile you up. Otherwise, we will alert them... to our presence.
Zeleke: SOLITAIRE!!!
Faboon: Says you!
Hoss just sighs, lowering his head and staring at the ground. Zel and Fab both glance over now at him, poking for no reason with index fingers.
Fab: Well it was fun chatting with you lowly napkin man... but we must away... TO THE LAIR OF THE LASER!!!
Zel: I'll bring the greased pants!!!
Faboon turns around, sprinting down the hallway as Zeleke rips Hoss's shirt off his body, uses it as a cloth again, then drapes it over his head, before galloping away as well. Matthews just groans.
Hoss: They don't pay me enough for this crap...
Fade to commercial
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Post by Redface: Dispenser of Justice on Mar 6, 2007 20:49:08 GMT -5
*The Shot Opens with Redface Rodgers standing in Toom E. Dangerously's Office. Rodgers is fuming, But Toom E. seems not to care.*
Redface: Toom E, You saw how that...that Bastard Jupiter low-blowed me! If he hadn't, I would've won! I would have been EWT Toolshed Champion! Not that Un-deserving Indigo!
Toom E: And...? What do you want me to do about it?
Redface: GIVE ME A REMATCH!
Toom E:...What?
Redface: I demand a rematch! Those Minipax toolboxes were working together! I demand a rematch! I deserve a re-match!
Toom E: God, Y'know what? I'll think about it. Now you have a match. So go do that.
*Redface stares at Toom E. before finally leaving* *fade to commercial*
*The shot opens with VKM's Music playing, and the Fans boo-ing loudly. Kip James appears at the top of the ramp as Pyro goes off.*
David Penzer: From Austin, Texas: Kiiiiiiiiiiiiip JAMES!!
*Mike Tenay and Sum Guy are at ringside.*
Tenay: Thank you for tuning in, everyone! Mike Tenay, here, along with Sum Guy!
Sum: *Groan* I'm Sum Guy...*Moan* and my shoulders are killing me...
Tenay: Sum Guy, are you sure you don't want to go to the hospital?
Sum: Nah, Someone has to fill in for Tazz, I may as well do it. Besides, I'm a trooper. *moan*
*Temptation by Cradle of Filth Begins playing. Redface enters the arena through the curtains. The Crowd pops huge for him. Redface sticks both his fists into the air then brings them down to his sides quickly as pyro goes off. He then makes his way down to the ring.*
Penzer: From Bridgeport, CT, REDFACE ROOOOOOOOOOODGERS!
Tenay: We all saw what happened at March 4th, 2007. Redface Rodgers: Screwed out of winning the Toolshed title and now looking to take out his anger on Kip James.
Sum: yup, Jason Jupiter with that low-blow. If Redface had synched in that Razor's Edge on Indigo, he would have been the New Toolshed Champion!
*Redface enters the ring and the timekeeper sounds the bell. The match is underway. James tries to take Rodgers out with a clothesline, but Rodgers deftly dodges, grabs James from behind and locks on a rear-naked chokehold. Both men fall to the matt, but Rodgers never lets go of the hold. James Quickly taps out. the crowd is very much confused*
Penzer: Winner, By Submission: Redface Rodgers!
Sum:...It's over?!
Tenay: Not quite yet, Sum! Redface is asking for a mic! let's see what he has to say.
Redface: Jupiter, you shiftless, spoiled coward! I GOT A MESSAGE FOR YOU! Meet me in this ring one week from now! Come alone or else! And to the talentless, "champion" in the back named Christ Indigo, I only got one thing to say: Keep that belt warm for me.
*He drops the mic and exits the ring*
*Fade to black*
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Post by Hulkshi Tanahashi on Mar 6, 2007 22:03:19 GMT -5
Joey Styles, in the ring: Ladies and gentlemen, let me introduce my guest at this time, EWT's newest wrestler who is making headlines in the entertainment world, "The Comedian" Bobby Riggs. www.youtube.com/watch?v=2a423fqOrpA *The Comedian comes out and walks to the ring as the fans boo him. He climbs into the ring and walks to Styles.* Comedian: Thank you. Thank you. *looks around* So, this is EWT, where the Big Boys play. Styles: That's WCW, or well, it WAS WCW. Anyway, why are you here in EWT? Comedian: Well, Joey, you've got questions, and I've got answers. Well, I'll give the answers to those questions that you have RIGHT DAMN NNNNNNWHEN I FEEL LIKE IT!!!! Right now, I have a little message out there for everyone in EWT: do not cross me. I don't like it when people cross me, when they get in my face, when they heckle me, when they call me crazy, when they call me UNSTABLE. *stares a hole into Styles.* You see, I have this new comedy act where I beat the living shit out of people; but I only do it to people who cross me, who get in my face, who heckle me, and who call me UNSTABLE. Especially, when they call me UNSTABLE. Isn't that what you called me, Joey, UNSTABLE!? Styles, getting nervous: Yes, I did. Comedian: So, you find me UNSTABLE? You probably think I'm crazy as well. Styles, sweating a little: Well, yeah. I think you're a little crazy. Comedian: Well, I'm not crazy. I'm not unstable. In fact, I am quite sane. Hell, I haven't been saner in my whole life!!!! Styles: Okay. Comedian: I have question for YOU, Joey Styles: What is the capital of Thailand? Styles, confused: Um...Bangkok. Comedian: That's right. The capital of Thailand is BANGKOK!!!! *The Comedian hits Joey Styles in the crotch. Styles goes down. The Comedian picks Styles up and gives him a brainbuster. Then, he picks Styles up again gives him a gutbuster. Then, the Comedian hits Styles with his finisher, Make 'Em Laugh (throat first flapjack onto the top rope). The Comedian begins to punch Styles. A bunch of referees and security guards come in and pull the Comedian off of Styles. The Comedian grabs the mic, leaves the ring, walks up the ramp, and then starts to talk again.* Comedian: THAT IS WHAT HAPPENS WHEN PEOPLE CROSS ME, WHEN THEY GET IN MY FACE, WHEN THEY HECKLE ME, WHEN THEY CALL ME CRAZY, WHEN THEY CALL ME UNSTABLE!!!! IF YOU CROSS ME, THEN YOU WILL BECOME A PART OF MY COMEDY ACT!!!! AND, IF I MAKE YOU A PART OF MY ACT, I WILL BREAK YOUR LEG, YOUR HAND, YOUR NOSE; I WILL THROW YOU THROUGH A WALL, INTO A JUKEBOX; I WILL BEAT YOU WITHIN AN INCH OF YOUR LIFE!!!! AND I DO NOT GIVE A GODDAMN WHO YOU ARE: WRESTLER, REFEREE, SECURITY GUARD, ANNOUNCER, ACTOR, TALK SHOW HOST!!!! I DON'T GIVE A f***!!!! YOU WILL BECOME A PART OF MY ACT!!!! But, look on the brightside, Joey Styles! At least you made everyone laugh! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!*walks off and continues to laugh! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!
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Post by Indigocrates on Mar 6, 2007 22:21:05 GMT -5
*"Sweden" by The Divine Comedy begins playing as Liam O'Neill enters the arena (without Coach O'Hare, it's worth noting). As was the case with March 4th, Liam is carrying a trashcan full of goodies; Singapore Canes, chains, beer bottles, etc. Liam looks around somewhat crazily & stands alone in the ring.* David Penzer: The following contest is scheduled for one fall & is for the EWT Toolshed Championship. Introducing first the challenger, from Cork, Ireland... LIAM... O'NEILL!
*Dimmu Borgir's "Hybrid Stigmata" blares over the PA system & Indigo enters, waving the Ingsoc flag. & wearing the Toolshed Title.* Penzer: And his opponent...
*Penzer doesn't have time to finish his introduction as Liam dashes up the ramp with a steel chair in his hand ready to attack Indigo. Indigo side-steps Liam's assault & cracks him on the back with the flagpole. The two brawl on the entrance ramp. Liam whips Indigo into the EWT set & grabs him from behind for a Lung Blower. Liam performs a quick Mushroom Stomp onto Indigo's chest. Liam sets the chair up in a sitting position. He manouveres Indigo so that his head is near the chair. It seems as though Liam is getting ready to Curb Stomp Indigo's head on the chair.*
*Indigo manages to escape from Liam's grasp & gives the Irishman a Drop Toehold onto the chair. Liam grabs at his jaw in pain & hurries on down to the ring to unload his trashcan. He fumbles about in it for a moment before pulling out a beer bottle. He hurls it at Indigo as the Toolshed champ gets in the ring. Indigo is hit on the shoulder & stunned for a moment. Liam goes on the offensive with another steel chair, targeting the arm his bottle struck. He takes Indigo to the mat with a Fujiwara Armbar & wraps the chair around Christopher's arm to torque on the pressure a little bit more. Liam elbows Indigo in the back of the head & climbs to middle rope. Liam is going for a Double Stomp onto the chair wrapped around Indigo's arm!*
*Liam takes flight, but Indigo rolls out of the way & cracks Liam in the midsection with the chair just as O'Neill is in mid-air. Liam falls to the ground clutching at his ribs. Indigo attempts a Springboard Moonsault & successfully connects. But he's not going to pin Liam just yet. He wants to put the Irishman to the test.*
Indigo stalks Liam as he gets up, and once the Irishman is on his feet, Indigo quickly unleashes with a series of kicks to the head and body of Liam, and Indigo caps it off with a stiff Koppu Kick to the head of O'Neill. O'Neill is down once again, and Indigo looks dissatisfied with the lack of a fight Liam is putting up. He heads to Liam O'Neill and he starts htting O'Neill with vicious mounted punches until O'Neill is bleeding. Indigo then gets up on the middle rope, and shouts, "Do you see JZ!?"
Suddenly, Liam drop kicks Indigo's legs and Indigo goes tumbling to the outside. Liam then quickly leaves the ring and suplexs Indigo onto the floor. As Indigo holds his back in pain, Liam, in a psychotic fashion, picks up Indigo and again suplexes him, but this time onto the guard rail! Liam then hops over the guard rail and starts hammering on the head of the Toolshed Champ. He throws Indigo over the rail, and Indigo quickly gets into the ring. As Liam is sliding into the ring, Indigo starts stomping on O'Neill, and as Liam is getting to his feet, Indigo charges towards and comes off of the ropes, and comes at Liam with the jumping knee, but Liam sidesteps, and hits a belly to back suplex. Liam goes for the cover!
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KICKOUT!
Liam is getting frustrated, and decides to end the match. He sets Indigo up for the Celtic Knot, but Indigo is quickly elbowing O'Neill in the face, and O'Neill breaks the hold. As O'Neill is checking on his wound, Indigo sets Liam up, and hits the Vision of Indigo! The champ hooks the leg!
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DING DING DING!
David Penzer: "Here is your winner, and still EWT Toolshed Champion...CHRISTOPHER INDIGO!"
The ref hands Indigo his belt and raises his hand in victory, as the audience starts showering the arena with boos. Indigo demands a mic and is given one.
Indigo: "JZ, Redface, Caine, you all just witnessed why I'm the champion, and you're still the subject of prolefeed!"
Indigo throws the mic down and leaves the ring as we cut to our next segment.
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