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Post by chanceconfidence on Jul 7, 2006 12:48:43 GMT -5
OH IT'S TIME... IT'S TIME... IT'S CHANCE TIME!!!
The still familiar tune starts up as the ring looks as it always does for these things... same black leather furniture, same royal purple carpeting, same oversized Big Ben Clock thing. Chance starts heading down to the ring. This evening he's wearing a dark blue silk shirt and a pair of gold colored jeans... wearing the rose tinted shades again as well a pair of fancy looking brown Italian Shoes. He has that headset microphone on as he enters the ring, the crowd looking confused.
Chance: HAVE NO FEAR YOU SLACK JAWED SLOTHS... Chance Confidence has arrived for another edition of... CHANCE TIME!!! And tonight, a big question will finally be answered for Saturday Night Special. An answer that will blow all of your pathetic minds. You see... I went to Toomi's office yesterday and we had a bit of a chat. I asked him... so, who's facing Spaz at Saturday Night Special? And he told me... and you're not gonna believe who he said it was! Hell, even I couldn't believe my ears.
The crowd cheers, anticipating that a great match has been set up.
Chance: And now, my guest for tonight, he is so far, the only guest to do a repeat performance on this show... please welcome the current EWT Champion... Spaz!!!
The crowd pops massively as Party Starter by Will Smith blasts out as Spaz walks down to the ring, slapping hands with the fans a bit on the way down. Almost immediately as he walks down the ramp, a " Spaz Equals Ratings " chant starts up out of nowhere. Spaz hops onto the ring apron, climbing inside the ring and holding his title belt up high for all to see. He then lowers it, looking over at Chance.
Chance: Well well Spazzy, here we are again. Here we are in the same ring, on the same show, and as you know, you have an opponent at Saturday Night Special. HOWEVER... it seems that nobody knows who that opponent is. I'm not even sure you know.
Spaz looks back at Chance and shrugs.
Spaz: You're right Confidence... I don't know. I wish I did... but I don't. But if I heard right, it seems that... you do know.
Chance nods.
Chance: I have my sources... so then, take a seat.
Spaz walks over, taking a squat on the middle of the couch. For once, the couch only has one person sitting on it!
Chance: Alright Spaz, first of all, tell me... how's ol Swirly?
Spaz looks back over.
Spaz: You mean Maelstrom? Well, apparently he still hates my guts Why, is he my opponent for Saturday Night Special? Toomi actually gave him what he wanted... a match with me?
Chance smiles smugly, not answering.
Chance: My lips are sealed for now Spazzy... but don't worry, you and all of these undeserving ears will soon hear the identity of your opponent at Saturday Night Special. But I thought, why just tell you right out... tell me, besides Maelstrom... do you have any other guesses to who you might be facing?
Spaz thinks for a bit... scratching under his chin as he does so.
Spaz: Well, let's see... it can't be Principal Pain or Eddie Omega... since they lost that Old School Rules Match right?
Chance: Yep... it's not either of them... I can safely say that. Besides... Pain's in that whole... Bunkhouse Brawl Deal isn't he?
Spaz: Yeah, I believe that's right. Well then, maybe it's one of my fellow Generation Tech Members? Gasoline or Limey?
Chance smirks, with a look that doesn't really acknowledge if he's right or not.
Chance: Could be... I mean, Limey was never actually pinned by you Spaz... so I'd think that he'd deserve a rematch with you, wouldn't you?
Spaz: Hmmm... I guess that'd be fair.
Chance smirks... still looking over Spaz.
Spaz: Maybe... Mike Hodgeson of the Nyrds?
The crowd gives a nice pop at the mention of the near winner of the TLC Battle Royal a few months ago.
Chance: Hmmm... another good guess. Like these stupid fans pointed out... he did come close to beating you at the Maim Event. I would've won... but that Joseph Reploid or whatever his stupid name is... caughht me off guard.
Spaz: ... Jason Maverick.
Chance: Yeah... that's the guy I think.
Spaz: So... do you think it's Jason Maverick then?
Chance looks at Spaz, trying to keep a straight face and laughing his ass off at the thought that JASON MAVERICK is the number one contender. The crowd isn't pleased, booing Confidence in response.
Chance: Please... Reploid is WAY out of the EWT Championship League... I mean, that's like saying your opponent is That Good Harold or Sam of the Sunny Squad.
Spaz: I'd guess it wouldn't be them since they're both booked already as well.
Chance composes himself, sitting back up.
Spaz: Well perhaps it's... Dorf? After all, he is a former champion and I'm sure Toomi would not mind giving him another shot at the belt.
Chance thinks for a bit.
Chance: Hmmm... it's a nice theory you got there Spazzington... not sure that makes it true though. Besides, Dork is busy hanging around with that nut who used to be obsessed with cheese sandwiches...
Spaz; Oh... then maybe it's Heidendorf?]
Chance looks at him... and bursts into laughter again, quickly composing himself once again.
Chance: Heh... maybe so. But then again, maybe not.
Spaz sighs, looking a bit tired at this guessing game.
Spaz: Bolt Bacana?
Chance: Hmmm... not sure.
Spaz: ... a Returning Psychoapeguy?
Chance: ... could be.
Spaz: SUM GUY?!
Chance raises an eyebrow, looking back at Spaz.
Chance: What's the matter Spaz... is that question driving you mad? The fact that you don't know who your opponent is and your BEGGING me to tell you. You're silently thinking to yourself " Oh please... Mr. Confidence... please tell me what I am too stupid to know. "
Spaz doesn't take kindly to this " impression " of him.
Spaz: C'mon Chance... just friggin tell me!
Chance thinks for a bit... and sighs.
Chance: Alright fine... turn around.
Spaz does so... as suddenly, a drum roll sound can be heard from out of nowhere... when suddenly... GAS POWER STARTS UP... the crowd popping madly as it seems Gasoline is the opponent... only for the music to change, as it fades into True Believers... so now it seems the opponent is...Chris Evans! The crowd dies down a bit... as once again the music changes... now it's Joushou Gaidou by Miyavi. So Spaz's opponent is now... that Umi guy? Spaz sighs, about to turn around... as a rocked up version of “Amhrán na bhFiann” starts blasting out of the Toomitron now... so it's one of the member's of Team Ireland? Spaz sighs... when suddenly the music stops completely... and the Chance Channel turns on. Playing a scene from a few weeks ago...
Chance: It seems that you want to see Maelstrom try and prove himself in the ring before you decide to give him a title opportunity. Well quite honestly, I think I'd be a MUCH better man for the job. After all... if you saw me beat the living HELL out of Feather-butt last night, you would know that Chance... Confidence doesn't just equal ratings... Chance equals HUGE RATINGS!!!
Apparently the crowd doesn't agree completely, instead dousing Confidence with boos. Chance isn't happy here.
Chance: What do you maroons know? Absolutely nothing is what!
The booing just gets even louder now. Chance sighs, laying back in his chair and looking back over at Generation Tech.
Spaz: Yeah... sorry Confidence, but I'm gonna have to turn you down there. I mean, I respect you as a wrestler and everything... and last night, you definitely went out and put on a hell of a match with Crauswell there...but two reasons why I can't accept. One... you're a Grade A Jackass...
Chance almost falls back in his chair at this remark... as the crowd cheers again. Each other member of Generation Tech has quite the wide grin on their faces.
Spaz: And two... Spaz only listens to the fans... and apparently, they don't want you ANYWHERE near this EWT Title around my waist.
Spaz looks wide eyed, turning around, just in time to get nailed with a Confidence Breaker! Spaz goes down hard, writhing in agony... as Chance leans down, looking right into Spaz's face.
Chance: Hey Spazster... seems Toomi didn't seem to agree with those words you said there. So he gave me the title shot that I deserve... see you at Saturday Night Special!
The crowd boos as Chance smirks... Sweetest Perfection starts up as Confidence vaults out of the ring, Spaz laying flat on the mat, slowly struggling to his feet as his official opponent walks backwards up the rampway, looking quite arrogant and pleased with himself.
Fade to commercial.
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Post by #Classic Hi-Definition X on Jul 8, 2006 17:28:28 GMT -5
*We come back from commercial to ringside. "Sexy Guy" hits, and HBH and Cherry walk out to a chorus of loud boos. They step into the ring and pose for a while. HBH then grabs a mic*
HBH: Ladies and gentlemen, it's time once again for THE premier show in EWT, THE HEARTBREAK HOTEL!
*Pyro goes off*
HBH: Now before I introduce my next guest, and believe me folks, you'll want to stick around for that, I want to address something first. I've noticed over the past few months that some of the guys here have been trying to bite my style and steal my thunder. First, this VLB midget Curly Long comes along with his Colossal Colisseum, which by the way, is anything but colossal. And now some Kennedy wannabe shows up with his own show, which the name of is not all that important because it sucks. Let me tell you boys something. You can try all you want, but you will NEVER match the success of The Heartbreak Hotel. It's still the #1 show in ALL of sports-entertainment.
*Fans boo*
HBH: And you people know that I'm right, so hush. Now that we have that out of the way, let me introduce my next guest. He is a member of the premier group in all of EWT and wrestling in general, The Elite. Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome RATINGS!
*At that, "Keep on Liftin'" hits, and Ratings walks out in his casual attire. He's pelted with loud boos from fans, but pays no attention to them. He steps into the ring and shakes hands with HBH*
HBH: It's great to have you here on The Heartbreak Hotel.
RATINGS: Thanks for having me, Bret, for I have something to say to the EWT fans, fellow EWT employees, and most of all, Toom E. Dangerously; and what better place to make this public address then on the hottest segment in wrestling today, The Heartbreak Hotel. *takes off sunglasses* You see, since my arrival in EWT, I feel that I have made a fair amount of contributions to the company. I feel that I have made an impact, got my name noticed, raised a few eyebrows. Whether it was when I defeated Chris James in that violent street fight we had at Kingdom of Hurt, or when I helped you, Bret, win the Tri-State Title; people became aware of who I was. All… except… one. You see, it has occurred to me that a certain someone, counting his money – the money I helped him earn – in his office has forgotten about my existence in this company. And that man is, surprisingly, the man who signs my cheques, Mr. Toom E. Dangerously. For the second week in a row, I gaze at the match board in the back and find my name no where in sight. I could question this situation as a simple mishap, but the only question I can think of is: “Toom E. Dangerously, WHO IN THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE!?” Let me make something clear to you, I’m not to be overlooked! I’m not to be considered as an afterthought! My presence should not be ignored, Toom E. I’m a former GWE World Champion; the first ever KPW Heavyweight Champion, but that doesn’t matter to you does it, Toom E.? Tell me, Bret, have you’ve ever put up with such blatant backstage politics like this!?
HBH: Not since my days in the WCF, but you're right. It's an injustice that a man like you is being ignored like this.
RATINGS: No man of my prestige should be a victim of such actions. And do you know why he’s doing this, Bret? Do you know why he’s doing this, Cherry? DO YOU KNOW WHY HE’S DOING THIS, LOYAL AND PENNILESS EWT FANS!? One word: envy. Yes, envy. Toom E., you’re just like everyone else who sits in this audience. You truly are a man of the people. You look at me, you see how wealthy I am, how intelligent I am, how handsome I am, how talented I am; and you say to yourself, “Man, I wish I could be just like Ratings.” But then you realize that that is impossible for someone like you. You could never have my money, my looks, my brains, my skills and that enrages you, right Toom E.? So what do you do? You hold me back, you brush me aside and hope that I go away, well guess what? I’M NOT GOING ANYWHERE! Just because you could never be the success that I am doesn’t mean you have to take it out on me. So here’s what I want you to do, Toom E.? At the next Pay-Per-View, I have a match with Merc; a “Hell in the Cell” match. And when that match takes place, I want you to do sit real close to your TV in your office. I want you to drop the pen and just… watch. Record it on your TiVo, tape it on your VCR, download it off the internet, it doesn’t matter to me, just watch. Watch me at my finest; watch me at my best; WATCH ME DESTROY MERC ONCE AND FOR ALL!!! And then you will realize why I should not be overlooked. You will realize that whoever I face, they will fall… and the ratings… will… rise.
*Meanwhile fans are booing the living hell out of Ratings. Then all of a sudden, "King of Kings" plays and Merc comes running out to the ring. He and Ratings immediately go at it, hitting each other with lefts and rights. Cherry gets herself out of the ring to avoid getting hurt*
HBH: What the hell is this?! If you think for one second that I'm just gonna let you come out and interrupt my show, you've got another thing coming!
*And with that, HBH joins the fray and helps Ratings beat down Merc. They take turns hitting him with hard right hands. Then the fans start cheering loudly, because Virus is coming out! He makes a beeline for HBH and tackles him to the mat. They roll out of the ring to the outside. Virus picks HBH and clotheslines him over the security rail. They keep fighting through the crowd.
Meanwhile, in the ring, Merc starts fighting back on Ratings. He hits him with a flying clothesline. Next he picks him up and drops him with a spinebuster. Ratings rolls out of the ring and heads up the ramp. He and Merc continue to mouth off at each other*
*Cut to a promo advertising Saturday Night Special*
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Post by Ratings on Jul 8, 2006 19:45:43 GMT -5
(EWT ARENA) (FADE IN) ("Keep on Liftin'" plays in the background as RATINGS makes his way over to announce table. He begins to sit and puts on the headset, while NICK RUSS welcomes the viewers at home) NICK RUSS: "Welcome back to the EWT Arena, folks. Nick Russ and Jerome "The Lord" East here at ringside, ready to call the upcoming match and it looks like we are being joined by the leader of the Elite, Ratings. Ratings, so nice of you to join us... uninvited." JEROME: "Watch your tongue, Nick. Guys like Ratings don't need invitations. They go wherever they, whenever they want." (turns to RATINGS) "We are honored to have you join us, Ratings." RATINGS: "Thank you, Jerome. It is nice to know that at least some EWT employees are aware of my presence, unlike Toom E. Dangerously." NICK: "Yeah, we heard all about it from you on the Heartbreak Hotel." RATINGS: "Good. I don't like repeating myself. Now shut up and call the match, Russ." ("Keep on Liftin'" fades to a brief silence before "Stayin' Alive" by N-Trance begins to play. The crowd boos as BOOGIE KNIGTS 3000 steps out onto the stage. They pose and strut their way down to the ring, where TONI "THE GARC" GARCYA is present, about to proceed with the match introductions) GARCYA: "The following tag team contest is scheduled for one fall; with a twenty minute time limit. First, making their way to the ring... representing the Elite... weighing in at a combined weight of 469 pounds... Maxx Awesome & Erik Majors... BOOGIE KNIGHTS 3000!" NICK: "Well Ratings, looks like your associates have quite the task ahead of them tonight against Limey & Spyke..." RATINGS: "And they shall triumph, Russ. We always come out on top. We ruled GWE with an iron fist. We were unstoppable in KPW. Our enemies fell before our power, and that's what fears Toom E. Dangerously. He knows that he can't handle us, and he knows he can't fire us either, otherwise we'll have to file a breach of contract lawsuit and it's bye-bye EWT. So he keeps us down while ingrates like Generation Tech, the Connection and the Mercenary get all the glory when they don't even deserve to be in this business in the first place!" (ERIK & MAXX discard their entrance gear upon entering the ring and wait for their opponents as their music fades out. The Generation Tech theme begins to play, cuing the fans to roar in approval. The cheers grow louder once LIMEY & SPYKE JOHANSAN step out onto the entrance stage. They head down the aisle, high-fiving fans along the way) GARCYA: "And their opponents... representing Generation Tech... weighing in at a combined weight of 435 pounds... Spyke Johansan and Limey!" NICK: "Now these two young veterans of EWT have a lot going on recently. With Spyke, he has to be thinking about Saturday Night Special; going into that ten man Bunkhouse Brawl to decide who will become the NEW EWT Toolshed champion. And for Limey, he's been having words with that unstoppable leviathan, Malestorm." RATINGS: "And if Limey knows what's good for him, he'll back off; because Malestorm is not an individual to be messed with. He's calling out a man who not just demolished him, but his fellow Gen. Tech members AND the PTA!? He's either courageous or a fool paving his way towards his own demise, and I'm leaning towards the latter. And that Bunkhouse Brawl? Where's the Elite? I see Spyke, I see Principle Pain, I see those Connection punks who Maxx & Erik defeated numerous times..." NICK: "I've only counted once..." RATINGS: "Best be silent, Russ, if you know what's good for you. My point is that the Elite has every right to be in that brawl but typical Toom E. plays favorites and turns the other cheek at us." JEROME: "Nothing but politics." RATINGS: "Exactly, Jerome. Exactly. And speaking of Toom E. and Generation Tech, he should really take a look at that pill popper of a champion, Spaz." NICK: "Whoa, hey now, that's totally uncalled for." (SPYKE & LIMEY remove their Generation Tech T-Shirts and toss them into the crowd, lost in a sea of hands seeking the discarded clothing. The bell rings and MAXX & LIMEY start off the match by circling the ring, measuring each other up. They lock up briefly, with MAXX going behind LIMEY and applies a hammerlock. LIMEY is able to reverse the hold with a hammerlock of his own. Drop toe hold by MAXX, who follows up with a headlock. The two are grounded for a few seconds, with MAXX applying more pressure to LIMEY's head. LIMEY is able to stand, forcing MAXX to his feet too. He backs himself towards the ropes and pushes MAXX away. MAXX hits the ropes on the opposite side and the two collide shoulders mid-ring. The impact knocks LIMEY onto his back; MAXX looks down at him, points and goes "HA!". He goes to the ropes and LIMEY rolls onto his stomach; MAXX hurdles over him and hits the ropes again. LIMEY shoots up to his feet and sends MAXX hard on his back with a back body drop. MAXX gets to his feet, favoring his back; LIMEY takes him down again with an modified STO - dropping to one knee and driving MAXX's back into the other. Cover by LIMEY) 1... 2... (MAXX kicks out and begins to crawl the ring corner, where ERIK is waiting to be tagged in. LIMEY actually allows this, and when ERIK enters the ring, LIMEY rushes towards him and begins attacking him like a man possessed) JEROME: "Look at this! I've never seen this side of Limey before! I wonder what's got into him?" RATINGS: "He's probably jealous about Erik's physique, like most men. The man's a one of kind, straight simple." NICK: "Maybe it has something to do with Erik's recent actions towards Carla, who from what I understand, has history with Limey." RATINGS: "How long did it take you to find that piece of info on Yahoo, Nick?" NICK: "Actually, I used Google." RATINGS: (imitating) "Actually, I used Google." NICK: "Speaking of Carla and Erik, Ratings, can you give us any insight on the situation?" RATINGS: "Look, it's very simple: Women. Love. Erik. He knows it, they know it, and they want it. Whenever we hit the club scene, Erik always gets the most digits out of the three of us, though Maxx and myself get our fair share of the dames; I mean, come on, look at us." NICK: "And what clubs are these?" RATINGS: "The kind of clubs that reject people like you, Nick, at the door." (Meanwhile, in the ring, LIMEY continues to relentlessly attack ERIK with fists of fury. Backed up into a corner, ERIK shoves the smaller LIMEY away. LIMEY gets back to his feet and attacks again; ERIK pushes him away for a second time. AGAIN LIMEY charges towards him, but this time runs into the exposed elbow of ERIK MAJORS, sending him to the canvas in a daze) RATINGS: "Look at that! That's nothing but power. Limey is pretty strong for a guy his size, but he's not 259 pounds of raw strenght like Erik Majors." NICK: "Ratings, you still haven't answered my question regarding Carla & Erik." RATINGS: (sighing in frustration) "Let me tell you something: Carla is one ignorant woman. At first, Erik thought it was cute, but now, he's a little pissed off. It's one thing to play hard to get, it's another to blow off Erik like she just did. No woman has ever turned down Erik Majors, especially for some... well, Maxx said it best... Wong Foo Poster Boy like Tony Chang." (Back in the ring, ERIK lifts LIMEY up to his feet and shoves him into the ring corner. He hits him with a few shoulder thursts to the mid-section before Irish whipping him across the ring to the opposite ring corner. ERIK charges forward, but LIMEY gets out of the way at the last second and ERIK goes sternum first into the top turnbuckle. ERIK staggers backwards while LIMEY goes to the ropes and takes ERIK down with a flying lariat. LIMEY with another pin attempt) 1... 2... (ERIK shoots his shoulder up. LIMEY drags ERIK back up to his feet, applying a armwrench in the process. LIMEY moves ERIK and himself over to the Gen. Tech corner and tags in SPYKE. The duo Irish whip ERIK to the ropes. Upon returning, LIMEY & SPYKE take ERIK down with a double Japanese armdrag. LIMEY leaves the ring while SPYKE goes for a cover) 1... 2... (ERIK kicks out again. SPYKE forces him onto his feet and hits a snap suplex. He follows up by running to the ropes, jumps onto the middle rope and nails ERIK with a corkscrew senton. Another pin attempt) 1... 2... (ERIK kicks for a third time this match. After forcing his opponent against the ropes, SPYKE unleashes some hard chops to ERIK's chest, electing some "WHOOs" from the audience. SPYKE goes for an Irish whip, but ERIK reverses it, whipping SPYKE to the ropes where MAXX catches him with an elbow to the upper back. It stuns SPYKE, but not for long as MAXX had hoped. SPYKE feeds MAXX right that sends him crashing onto the mats below. SPYKE looks down at the dazed opponent before turning to face ERIK, who flattens him with a huge running clothesline. ERIK regroups himself before picking SPYKE up onto his feet. He holds his stunned opponent before landing a blatant closed fist punch to SPYKE's throat. SPYKE rolls around on the mat, holding his throat while he gasps for breath. ERIK goes for the pin) 1... 2... (Kick out by SPYKE. ERIK stands and makes a run towards LIMEY, giving him a forearm shot to the head. Furious from the cheap shot, LIMEY enters the ring and charges at ERIK, but the REF blocks him and orders him to get back to his corner. While the two argue, MAXX AWESOME enters the ring just as ERIK hits SPYKE with a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker and MAXX follows up with a scissor kick a la Ron Killings across SPYKE's throat. MAXX quickly retreats to his corner before the REF turns around, finding ERIK covering SPYKE for a possible victory) 1... 2... (NO! SPYKE kicks out. ERIK grabs SPYKE by the hair and drags him over to MAXX, tagging him in. MAXX kicks SPYKE in the face and raises him to his feet. MAXX hits a scoop slam in the center of the ring and stands over his head, slowly removing his elbow pad. He hits the ropes, then the ropes on the opposite side, does the John Travolta strut from 'Saturday Night Fever', and hits the MANERO ELBOW) RATINGS: "You see that!? That's how it's done! That's why Maxx Awesome is "The Best Damn Sports Showman Period". He knows how to take his opponents down and look cool doing it." NICK: (sarcastic) "Gee, is he going to make a break for Hollywood anytime soon?" RATINGS: "We'll he's in talks for a pilot. It's called, "How I Did Nick Russ' Mother". (RATINGS & JEROME laugh) NICK: "Oh that's real mature, Ratings. By the way, you seem pretty calm for a guy who in a week Saturday will be walking into the "Devil's Playground" - a Hell in the Cell match - with the Mercenary." RATINGS: "Why shouldn't I be. I beat the Mercenary before in the most dangerous match there is: a Street Fight. I got his number. If anyone should be shaking in their boots, it's the Mercenary." (Back in the ring, MAXX goes for the cover) 1... 2... (SPYKE kicks out a two) JEROME: "And what do you think about this Special Guest Referee that Toom E. Dangerously has yet to announce?" RATINGS: "You know, that's just Toom E. trying to get inside my head. He wants to see me on edge, he wants me to see me sweating. He knows I can defeat the Mercenary with the snap of the finger, so he throws in a wild card into the mix. Well it doesn't matter who the special guest referee is, cause they'll be counting the three when I pin the Mercenary for the second time." (The action continues in the ring, as MAXX goes to raise SPYKE, but the Dancing Swede begins battling back with punches to the stomach. With MAXX dazed from the shots, SPYKE runs to the ropes, hoping to take MAXX down with a powerful attack, but MAXX counters and locks in a sleeper hold. SPYKE relentlessly tries to fight out of it, but soon his knees buckle and he fights to keep conscious. MAXX continues to apply pressure to the hold as SPYKE falls to a seated position, barely hanging on. LIMEY stands on the bottom rope and begins urging the crowd to cheer, clapping his hands to get them going. Soon the entire crowd begins to mimic his actions as the REF raises SPYKE's arm to see if he's out cold. The arm drops once. Then a second time. The REF raises it for a third time but it stays in the air this time as SPYKE begins to stand with his own power. He elbows MAXX in the stomach three times, causing MAXX to lighten up on the hold. SPYKE makes a break for the ring ropes, but MAXX reapplies the sleeper and takes SPYKE down with a sleeper neckbreaker (Chris Jericho's Flashback). MAXX takes a deep breath before covering SPYKE) 1... 2... (SPYKE kicks out again. MAXX looks down SPYKE, slightly surprised and annoyed by his persistence. He tags in ERIK and the big man attacks with stomps to the body. He picks SPYKE up over his shoulder and hits a running powerslam. Rather than go for the pinfall, ERIK goes to the nearest ring corner and climbs to the top. He takes a long moment to flex - much to the crowd's distaste - then leaps off the top for an aerial attack, but SPYKE gets his boot up and ERIK goes face first into it. ERIK stumbles around the ring and when it looks like he has regained his balance, he flops face first into the canvas a la Ric Flair) RATINGS: "Damnit! Come on, Erik! Get up!" NICK: "Looks like Erik spent a little too much time showboating, eh Ratings?" RATINGS: "Nick, final warning. Shut up, okay." (Both ERIK & SPYKE struggle to crawl over to their respected corners, where MAXX & LIMEY extend their arm into the ring, waiting for the tag. ERIK is able to tag MAXX in first, but as he enters the ring and makes a to stop SPYKE from reaching LIMEY, SPYKE makes it to him in the nick of time. The crowd cheers as LIMEY enters the ring and knocks MAXX down with a right to the head. MAXX shoots back up and is dropped again with a second right from LIMEY. MAXX stands back up and stumbles into LIMEY, who lands a Northern Lights Suplex for pin attempt) 1... 2... (NO! ERIK is able to break the pin before the REF could count three. He goes to raise LIMEY up to his feet, but LIMEY surprises him with a Manhattan Drop. ERIK groans in pain from the move and is knocked outside of the ring by a Dropsault from the revitalized SPYKE. LIMEY motions to SPYKE for a double team maneuver; SPYKE nods back and heads to the top turnbuckle at the bottom right corner of the ring) NICK: "With Erik now out of the picture, looks like Generation Tech has this all but won." RATINGS: "No! It's not going to end like this!" (RATINGS removes his headset and leaves the announcing table) NICK: "Hey... Where are you going!?" (Back in the ring, LIMEY nails a huge Spinebuster on MAXX and SPYKE follows up with a moonsault from the top. SPYKE covers MAXX as the REF gets down to count) 1... 2... (Just before the hand comes down for a third time, RATINGS reaches in and pulls the REF out of the ring; causing him to bellyflop hard on the ground. The crowd boos as RATINGS stares down at the stunned REF. His gaze turns towards the events unfolding inside the ring, but all he sees is a charging LIMEY who hits him with a baseball slide to the face that sends him reeling into the announce table. ERIK goes to check on RATINGS, while MAXX rolls to the farside of the ring, still feeling the effects from the damage done by LIMEY & SPYKE. The two Generation Tech members, however, are focused on ERIK & RATINGS. SPYKE climbs to the top for a second time and performs a breathtaking shooting star press to the outside onto RATINGS & ERIK MAJORS. A "Holy S***" begins as the three are laid out, dazed from the attack. Inspired by his stablemate's risk taking move, LIMEY perpares for a aerial attack of his, he turns around and charges to the ropes, but someone is already waiting for him and drills him with a devastating clothesline) NICK: "OH MY GOODNESS! T-THAT'S... THAT'S MALESTORM!!! MALESTORM ALMOST BEHEADED LIMEY WITH THAT CLOTHESLINE!!!" JEROME: "He's struck again! MALESTORM HAS STRUCK ONCE AGAIN!" (MALESTORM stares down at LIMEY's motionless body while the crowd boos heavily at the man. MALESTORM is far from done though, as he begins to drag LIMEY up and hits with the THE WHIRLPOOL. The crowd continues to boo as MALESTORM stares down at LIMEY one more time before exiting to the back. The crowd pelts him with garbage and insults as he heads up the aisle, all do little to upset the man who maintains him cold expression. Back in the ring, a revived MAXX notices LIMEY unconscious in the ring. MAXX climbs to the top rope and hits LIMEY with THE FRIDAY NIGHT SPOTLIGHT!) Example of Friday Night Spotlight: (Outside the ring, ERIK tosses SPYKE into the steel staircase and RATINGS slides the stunned REF back into the ring. The REF sees MAXX covering LIMEY; oblivious of MALESTORM's interference, the REF begins to count the pin) 1... 2... 3 (bell rings) ("Stayin Alive" begins to play as RATINGS & ERIK MAJORS already begin to celebrate outside the ring, while GARCYA makes the match's outcome official) GARCYA: "Here are your winners... BOOGIE KNIGHTS 3000!" NICK: "I don't believe this!" JEROME: "WOW! What an upset this is! Generation Tech has fallen! NICK: "And it is all thanks to Malestorm! Can anyone stop this man!?" JEROME: "No one can stop Malestorm! Just like no one can stop the greatest faction in EWT: The Elite!" NICK: "What!? Are you their spokesmodel now!?" (The Elite head to the back with their arms raised high and proud while SPYKE checks on the condition of LIMEY) (FADE OUT)
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Post by HMARK Center on Jul 9, 2006 13:14:22 GMT -5
<We see a shot of Dave Prazak and Lenny Leonard sitting at an announcing table, both facing the camera>
DP: Welcome back, EWT fans, and we just got done seeing a very, very..."interesting" scene right here after the last match.
LL: No lie, Prazak; we just got done seeing Tag champ Billy Ubermark of the HBMS and HitmanMark of the Prophecy Reborn beating the holy hell out of one another, when things almost got a little strange.
DP: Let's look at some clips.
<The footage rolls, showing various clips of the match: HMark locking Billy in a Dragon Clutch while kicking him in the ribs; Billy flying over the top rope with a twisting senton onto HMark; both men sending one another back and forth into the steel barricades, both baring their hatred for all to see>
<Billy tosses HMark into one, but as he charges, HMark ducks, sending Billy crashing into the front rows of seats and fans, eliciting a shriek of concern from Moniqua, who's at ringside. HMark promptly follows, yells at the seated fans to move aside, and goes to toss Billy violently into the waiting chairs...but Moniqua actually follows, swatting a bit at HMark, not so much to hurt him, but to distract him.
It works. Billy reverses, sending HMark crashing and burning.>
<HMark responds, though, and the two are eventually trading stiff blows to the face; the ref, knowing all control is gone, opts to call the match, not wanting to let these two kill one another before the big Tag Title match at the PPV.>
<HMark turns at the sound of the bell...which allows Billy to level him with a chair. Billy throws HMark back to ringside, and jabs him in the gut with the chair. He then tosses him into the ring, wanting to do more damage...so he hefts HMark up for a Virgin Sacrifice!>
<To Billy's shock, Moniqua puts a stern hand on his shoulder, shaking her head "No." With a smirk, she can be seen mouthing "He had a taste already; let's save the full feast for the title match, no?" Billy grins a grin most foul, and just drops HMark, kicks him sharply in the side, and ducks out of the ring to the boos of the crowd.>
<The camera shows something odd, though, and it's displayed on the ToomiTron. HMark is lying in the middle of the ring...laughing. Billy sees it on the big screen, and, despite his manager's protests, he turns around angrily, not liking what he's seeing. He grabs a mic from a stage hand.>
BU: Shouldn't you just roll over and die or something? What the hell is wrong with you? What the @#$% is so funny, wiseass?!
<HMark continues to laugh, his eyes with a sort of malice in them. He rolls to the corner and grabs a seperate mic, and begins climbing to his knees, leaning on the ropes, staring straight at Billy and Moniqua.>
HM: <still slightly chuckling> It's a simple principle of comedy; repeat a gag enough, and it gets old, but repeat it again with a variation, and you thwart the audiences' expectations. You get a laugh.
BU: <just starts twirling his finger around by his ear, mouthing "Cuckoo, cuckoo!"
HM: Your manager there, your hot little number you bring to your corner each match...<Moniqua can be seen, indignant at what HMark just said>...she likes to get involved, doesn't she? Likes to bend the rules, give you little boys a mother's helping hand.
See, it's the same gag...but now we've got ourselves a variation. <starts sounding more serious> You try pulling anything like at the pay per view, b****, and not only do your boys lose, they drop their precious gold to us.
BU: <pretty calm> Oh yeah, the "Old School" rules. Ok, whatever, if thinking THAT'S gonna stop our gameplan let's you sleep at night, who am I to begrudge you.
HM: <stops...then chuckles again> Oh, no, not just that. Yes, that's a part of it. But, see, I'm thinking some a bit different. Something to stop your woman from getting involved. Something like...a neutralizer.
Care to guess what it is?
<Billy and Moniqua look indignant, but defiant>
HM: Guess I'll just have to show you next Saturday, then. Take care 'til then, won't you?
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Post by hollyvaughn on Jul 9, 2006 13:39:43 GMT -5
*A cheery-sounding music hits, and the current WWE Women's champion makes her way out, clad as always in her short skirt and low-cut top. The crowd, smarks as they are, give her a great response as she holds her title high before rushing to the ring, hopping to the apron as she appeals.*
Chimel: The following GND contest is scheduled for ONE-FALL! Introducing first, from Richmond, Virginia...she is the CURRENT, REIGNING WWE WOMEN'S CHAMPION...MICKIE JAMES!!!
*Mickie gets into the ring, and the crowd cheer madly. "Feuer Frei" then hits, and the crowd boo as Holly Vaughn, accompanied by D'Zee and dragging Mortimer along with a double-leashed collar, makes her way out to a huge amount of heat. D'Zee has the microphone.*
Chimel: Aaaaand her opponent, from Winn...
D'Zee: WHOA, WHOA, WHOA, hold up there, butterball! Now, I KNOW you ain't gonna introduce my sistah Holly Vaughn without first introducing...your FUTURE GND DIVISION CHAMP, are ya, honey? Am I wrong?
*Chimel stutters, but D'Zee cuts him off.*
D'Zee: Like it matters, because each...and every one of you people out there (indicating to the crowd) know that after the Queen of the Mountain match, one of us will walk away with the big gold belt strapped to OUR WAISTS, and not that little upstart bimbo Rachael Lee Cook...
*The crowd boo D'Zee for this as Holly nods coldly*
D'Zee: ...not that peppy, smiley, nose-in-other-people's-bizness Dr. Anemone...not that walking sofa-bed Jackie Geisha...and not that spoiled, prissy, gettin'-anything-she-wants-just-like-that ROSA! And to you...Mickie James...you may be champ of those ditzy losers who call themselves "divas"...but my sistah Holly Vaughn and myself are about to become champs of a whole different league...but consider yourself lucky...the beatdown you get tonight will be NADA compared to what I'm gonna do to anyone who stands between US and the GND Championship!
*With this, Holly Vaughn drops Mortimer's leash, and rushes the ring, hopping to the apron and coming off with a springboard leg lariat to Mickie James...Mickie ducks this, but Holly lands on her feet! Mickie tries to capitalise with a Mick Kick...Holly ducks this and hits Mickie with a sweep! Mickie falls to the mat as the bell rings, officially starting the contest!*
*Holly grabs Mickie's arm and leg, attempting a bow and arrow lock...Mickie grabs Holly with her free arm, helping herself up to her free footand locking in a front headlock to Holly! Holly attempts to lift Mickie up...Mickie suddenly drops with a DDT!! Mickie goes for the cover!*
1, 2...
*Holly kicks out as Mickie looks dismayed...but this doesn't stop her as she picks Holly up by the hair, lifting her up to her feet! Mickie then tries an Irish Whip to send Holly to the corner...Holly reverses with a hard Irish Whip of her own...Mickie hits an unpadded turnbuckle!!! Mickie stumbles out of the corner, clutching at her jaw...and walks right into Holly Vaughn, who lifts her up...and drops the FINAL REQUIEM!!! Holly then goes for the pin!!*
1, 2, 3!!
Winner: Holly Vaughn.
*Post-match, Holly leaves the ring, and indicates to Mortimer, who produces the turnbuckle padding from his dusty suit! We cut to a replay of Mortimer climbing to the apron to remove the padding as the ref's back is turned before cutting back. Holly raises her hands silently as the ref checks up on Mickie, who appears to have shattered her jaw.*
*Cut to commercial for the Queen of the Mountain.*
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Post by Virus aka Captain No-Nuts on Jul 10, 2006 11:57:43 GMT -5
*We fade back from commercial and Virus is back in the ring, microphone in hand.*
VIRUS: Now, as I'm sure you all have seen in the last few weeks, me and a certain EWT champion have been exchanging a few words, and a few blows. Well, now it seems that it's finally gotten the attention of Toomi, as evidenced by the new matchboard... Although one name surprises me.
*The crowd starts to chant "RAGNALS!" as Virus pauses to take the crowd's chant in.*
VIRUS: Right. The Ragnals. In particular, Mike. Now, I know this is going to sound cold, but I didn't even know they had been medically cleared to wrestle yet! I guess I should pay more attention to EWT.com... but no matter. HBH, know this. I have worked for 8... going on 9 years for this title, and no matter what is thrown in my way, I will take that EWT Tri-State title. And if you don't believe that... you had better PREPARE... to BE...
*As Virus is delivering his signature catchphrase, a loud crack of thunder is heard in the EWT Arena, then two lightning bolts strike the stage, followed by High Voltage by Linkin Park playing over the PA. The crowd stands on their feet and cheers on as Virus looks at the Titantron, a little peeved his catchphrase was interrupted.*
JR: My god, what the-
STYLES: Is it-? Can it truly be-?
*Mike, Joe, and Linda Ragnal come out from behind the curtain, and the fans cheer and applaud as loudly as possible. The Ragnals take a short moment to stand on the ramp, and take a short bow as the fans chant "Welcome back! Welcome back! Welcome back!"*
STYLES: OHMYGOD, IT IS! THE RAGNALS ARE BACK! THE RAGNALS. ARE. BACK!
JR: My god, I didn't expect to see them back for at least another week! A surprise sudden return here by the Ragnals!
*The Ragnals get into the ring, and take one last bow to the fans. Mike is handed a mic from the announcers. As he attempts to speak, the fans continue to chant "Welcome back!". The Ragnals smile at the reaction they've garnered, and Mike starts to speak.*
MIKE: Well...it's been what, over a year since I debuted, right? Heh. What better way to celebrate that debut than with a return, am I right?
*Crowd cheers wildly.*
MIKE: First of all, I want to thank everyone, from you fans, to the EWT Superstars in the back, to even Toom E. Dangerously, for supporting us during our time out. The accident we suffered was frightening, especially due to the fact the guy who pushed us off the road was drunk. But now...here we are, almost two months later. We're back, we're ready, we're primed, and we are gonna DOMINATE the EWT!
*The fans react wildly, chanting "Ragnals! Ragnals!"*
MIKE: Second of all, as you already know, Joe here, the Ragnals' own Innovator of FUN, will be competing in EWT's first ever Bunkhouse Brawl, which he will win what was rightfully his and should have been his-the EWT Toolshed Championship!
*More cheers.*
MIKE: However! Joe will NOT be the only one to partake in the Saturday Night Special. Nyo. See, as most of you remember, prior to being in that car crash, I was involved with bret Michaels. I was looking to get that Tri-State title off of him, to establish myself as a singles wrestler. But sadly, that car accident cut that one short. But now, here I am, back in EWT, and I am going to finish what was started-my quest to become the NEXT EWT Tri-State Champion!
*More cheers.*
VIRUS: Excuse me!
*Mike turns his attention to Virus.*
VIRUS: First of all, last time I checked, your little brother there-the Innovator of enchanted person-
*Joe gets upset by this, but Linda holds him back to ensure he doesn't attack Virus.*
VIRUS: Yeah, that guy. He proposed a stipulation that if he lost to Bret, YOU could no longer challenge for his belt, so long as he is the Tri-State champion! So, to put it simply-you can't challenge!
MIKE: Hm, I see. Yeah, Joe, little warning-next time you beat me in Soul Calibur 3, you're dead.
*Joe nods and laughs, hoping his brother is kidding.*
MIKE: But nah, that whole thing? Never actually happened. See, since we usually have to sign contracts PRIOR to matches happening-am I right, or am I wrong? Anyone wanna tell me?
...
Ummm, yyyyeah, ANYWAY. The point is that since it wasn't an OFFICIAL stipulation, as accorded by Toom E. Dangerously, that stipulation is void, and does not count. That being said, and since three guys couldn't beat Bret in the Megadeath, I STILL put myself out as #1 contender to the Tri-State belt.
But as I sat at home, watching the program and healing my wounds, I saw that you, Virus, were itching for a title shot. Even though you had some... misguided ways of doing so. And you know what? I think you ARE worthy of a title shot. So that's why I went to Toomi and had him book a match for the #1 Contender's spot to the Tri-State Title. Toomi added in the Special Referee stipulation himself.
All that being said, even though I've given you a shot, and since three guys couldn't beat Bret in the Megadeath, I STILL put myself out as #1 contender to the Tri-State belt.
So, Virus, if you think you're going to stand between me, and my one chance at that title...Lemme put it this way. You're the Virus...I am your antidote. So remember...that Tri-State title is MINE!
And THAT'S...the SHOCKING TRUTH!
VIRUS (slightly sarcastic): Well, I'm honored to think you deem me worthy of a shot at a title shot, Mike.'
*Before anybody can put in another word, Sexy Guy hits over the PA and HBH comes out from under the TitanTron, Cherry in tow.*
HBH: Whoa, whoa, whoa! You two seem to think that the Tri-State title is as good as YOURS if you win at Saturday Night Special. I'm here to tell you, gentlemen, that any such thought is plain WRONG! Because I am the ICON, the SHOWSTOPPA, THE MAIN EVENT! And I will not go down without a fight!
Besides, you've got other matters to think about. Like who your partners are going to be for the Pick Your Partner Triple Threat Tag Team match later this week. Oh... wait. I know. The Master of Elemental Disaster over there is going to pick his Tommy Dreamer rip-off of a brother, and the big lug is going to pick the OTHER big lug he's been with lately.
*The crowd boos at these insults from HBH.*
Oh, CAN IT! You all know I'm right.
VIRUS: Well, HBH, since you're so damn good at picking our partners, why don't we just make this official and you reveal who your partner is?
HBH: You want to know who my partner is?
CROWD: WHAT?!
HBH: You want to know the name of the man that'll be standing in my corner while I hit you with some SWEET CHIN MUZAK?!
CROWD: WHAT?!
HBH: You really want to know?
CROWD: WHAT?!
HBH: ... well, you'll find out come match time. A man's gotta keep SOME secrets up his sleeve, y'know?
*HBH grins wickedly and laughs at the two men in the ring as the crowd boos. Sexy Guy starts up again as HBH and Cherry make their way to the back, leaving a furious Virus and Ragnal clan in the ring as we fade to commercial.*
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Post by Rick Raskall on Jul 10, 2006 12:00:47 GMT -5
(Video package)
(New EWT star Sexy Dynamo is sitting on his loveseat, wearing a silk robe and, as usual, surrounded by gorgeous women.)
Sexy Dynamo: 'Ello once again, my friends. I know, it has been far too long since you have had your dose of sexy, yes? But Sexy Dynamo is back, his beautiful ladies are back, and soon I will be appearing on your regularly scheduled wrestling program. Already I receive thousands of love letters from beautiful ladies who see me on the television, and I only appear one time! The power of sexy enraptures so many in so little time. Funny how that works. But enough with the, how-do-you-say, the idle chit-chat. Before long I will be an EWT star, and all will bow to the power of sexy. Because, as I say, everything is magnificent...
...when you're sexy.
(End video package)
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Oak: Certified Jade Hater
Bill S. Preston, Esq.
Edgier than Wayne Brady, Harder than Chinese Arithmetic, and Higher than the ratings for Blade: The Series
TOP ROPE CATCH A VIBE YEAH I SWERVE WHEN I DRIVE
Posts: 15,408
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Post by Oak: Certified Jade Hater on Jul 10, 2006 16:12:53 GMT -5
Maxx Payne is in the ring when "Remember The Name" by Fort Minor hits as the arena goes black. The lights come back on and Payne is out cold as Michaels is in the ring. Michaels picks Payne up and climbs the top before hitting the Coca-Cola Cliff Drop. Michaels turns him over and gets the pin.
1. 2. 3.
Michaels gets up and makes and "X" symbol with his hands before leaving to a stunned audience.
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Post by Chrysta on Jul 10, 2006 16:13:47 GMT -5
*Cut to outside the EWT Arena. Thirteen black cloaked beings are walking towards the building, carrying a large block of ice behind them. After them walks a white-cloaked being. They walk past two security gaurds, one of them noticing the figures.*
Gaurd1: Hey, did you see that? Someone's trying to break in!
Guard2: Relax, it's nothing.
Guard1: What do you mean? Those guys looked like they were-
Guard2: Don't you realize who that was? Behind all those guys? That was Ms. White.
Guard1: What? But that means-
Guard2: Exactly. The Ice Queen is back.
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Oak: Certified Jade Hater
Bill S. Preston, Esq.
Edgier than Wayne Brady, Harder than Chinese Arithmetic, and Higher than the ratings for Blade: The Series
TOP ROPE CATCH A VIBE YEAH I SWERVE WHEN I DRIVE
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Post by Oak: Certified Jade Hater on Jul 10, 2006 16:46:41 GMT -5
*"Unstable" hits. WARRIOR IS OUT!!! THE ULTIMATE WARRIOR IS OUT!!!! He runs down to the ring, and slides in, shaking the top rope as if he's part of a bizarre mating ritual!!! His crowd response, however, is pretty apathetic.*
Chimel: The following contest is scheduled for ONE-FALL!!! Making his way to the ring from Parts Unknown...weighing in at 275 pounds, and the MASTER of the Body Press...Ladies and gentlemen...THE ULTIMATE WARRIOR!!!!!
Warrior: Tonight, I'm facing Bolt Banana... no Brolt Baca.... no wait... Bolt Destrucity! Yeah that's it... and I'm going to beat him from coat to post with my might legs of destrucity and my arms of destrucity and my... head of destrucity... and my........um......hold on a sec.......butt of destrucity! Yeah! Because... vacuuming don't make the world work! Bolting Bacana-ing don't make the world work either! So I'm going to bleat up Bolt Banana because that's the bottom line... cause the Ultimate Warrior said so... if you smell what the Ultimate Warrior is cookin... because he is the Ultimate Warrior and he is that damn good... so have I nice Warrior... or Warrior will get the destrucity... DAMN!!!
"Fat Lip" by Sum 41 hits as Bolt Banana Bacana comes out, looking disappointed at the Warrior. He begins to speak.
Bolt: Thanks Jim, you probably lowered the IQ of everyone who heard that ridiculous rant of yours. Lord knows my IQ dropped. Now look, I just want to let you know that......well......your name sucks ass. I mean, Warrior?! Out of 6 Billion names in the frickin' universe, you pick Warrior?! Well, let's just get this over with, okay?
Bolt slides into the ring and avoids the Axe er from Warrior before hitting the Dragon's Fury. Bolt rolls over with his knees still in place and begins to pull back, stretching the War-Yah. Warrior starts to fight back and manages to flip Bacana off before massaging his back. Warrior runs at Bolt and knocks him silly with an Axe-Bomber, turning him inside out. Warrior starts to shake the ropes furiously, signaling for the end. Warrior picks Bacana up in the Gorilla Press position and presses him for a bit before dropping him.....right on his feet. Warrior is oblivious to all this and runs to the ropes as Bacana plays . Warrior goes for the splash when LOW BLOW!!!!!!!!! LOW BLOW BY BOLT!!!!!!!!!!! The ref doesn't see it, as Bolt gets up. Jessica hops onto the apron as Chad Michaels comes out of nowhere and climbs the turnbuckle. Bolt picks up the Warrior in the Colt 45 position and hits it just as Chad jumps off with the legdrop, completing the Saint's Massacre. Chad gets out of the ring as Jessica hops off. Bolt stands over Warrior and climbs the turnbuckles before hitting the Code Blue right on top of Hellwig. Bolt has the pin...
1.
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3.
It's over.
-----Ding Ding Ding-----
Tony Garcya: Here is your winner, Bolt Bacana!
Chad slides back into the ring and pulls out a spray can before tagging Warrior. Bolt grabs another spray can and writes something else befor eleaving with Jessica and Chad. The ref checks on Warrior as we see what the duo wrote:
"Rated X."
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Post by The Lach is very tired on Jul 11, 2006 7:19:51 GMT -5
*Spaz walks up to the matchboard & reads it.*
S: Interesting, very interesting. I gotta go find Spyke.
*Spaz walks off towards Gen. Tech's locker room.*
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Curly Long
AC Slater
Midget Wrestling Master
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Post by Curly Long on Jul 11, 2006 8:36:25 GMT -5
Backstage, by the entrance to the building is Terri. Just behind her is Curly Long who is watching soemthing from his standing position.
TERRI: Hello everyone, I'm standing here alongside a man who has lost a friend ... Curly how you doing?
CURLY LONG: Did you see that? ... some guys and a hot chick just brought a huge block of ice in here! ... I wonder if they need anyone to turn up the temperature?
TERRI: I'm sure if they do, they will no where to find you Curly!
CURLY: THat's right The Hotel Plaza Room 34b!
Terri shakes her head in frustration
TERRI: Can we get back on topic? ... your friend has gone, possibly for ...
CURLY: Woah there sweetie-pie I haven't lost Big, he's just taking time off ...
Phone rings, Curly pulls out his mobile and answers.
CURLY: (To Terri) It's Big ... Hey buddy, how's St.Lucia? ... really? ... Sunny and sea for miles you say? ... You been relaxing ... two or three times a day .... hahaha ... Yeah I know, I taught you well .. well enjoy yourself!
Curly shuts his phone
CURLY: See he's fine ... anything else you want to know, or would you rather ask me in private?
Curly grins the gap in his teeth now visible, Terri tries to retain her composure
TERRI: Ugh No! ... but you do have a tag match soon, your teaming up with Koda Kazar and will be facing Jester colt Jackal and The Great Hugo ... your thoughts?
Curly holds his chin in a thinking man style before answering
CURLY: Well Terri I was hoping for some singles competion, but a match is a match. I will go out there and show these fans what Curly is all about! ... Hugo! Jester! hold onto your nuts because I'm coming out there to crush them!
TERRI: Your going to cheat then?
CURLY: Sure, it's what I do!
Curly walks off, leaving Terri to try and get another interview.
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Maelstrom
AC Slater
The Tide Will Turn!
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Post by Maelstrom on Jul 11, 2006 9:17:50 GMT -5
Sean Mooney is backstage outside the double doors of the Aquarium which are shut. Lot's of shouting and things being thrown around the aquarium can be heard
SEAN MOONEY: Hello Everyone, I'm Sean Mooney and I'm back here hoping to get a word from Maelstrom about recent events that have happened here in the EWT ...
The doors suddenly smash open and Maelstrom walks out of the Aquarium like a beast that has survived the crushing pressure of the ocean depths!
MOONEY: Maelstrom ... what are your thoughts on the championship match at the next PPV, Spaz or even Limey?
Maelstrom turns to Sean Mooney, water drips off his face like a sludge
MAELSTROM: Mooney, I am not a man to be toyed with, If you cross the path of the current you must pay for it! ... Spaz has failed in this and now I have to collect! ... Spaz can hide behind these wannabe challengers to his title but he knows in his heart and soul that he cannot stop the tide! ... No one can!! ...
Maelstrom's intensity begins to grow
MAELSTROM: Spaz you have your little one on one match with Chance Confidence, but know this Spaz! ... I have smashed Chance Confidence on the rocks before, like so many others. By beating him Spaz you will have only told me one thing ! ... and that is that Chance has not improved since the last time I faced him!! ...
Maelstrom rips the microphone away from Mooneys hand.
MAELSTROM: Spaz look around you, your time is at its end. After I assaulted your running buddy Limey this week like a scolded bulldog, I thought he may have been fired up enough to offer some resistance. It would appear that instead of firing him up I appear to have frightened him off. For that Limey I give you credit, a smart decision. Spaz you have no such luxury!
Maelstrom laughs
MAELSTROM: Spaz you can't try and escape forever. the waters are rising in your secure little cave .. but soon you will need to come out for air! ... and that my friend is when The Tide Will Turn !!!
Maelstrom stares into the camera like a demon, before walking off
(cut to a video promo for the "Harlot Hunt 2006 DVD special edition: Wet'n'Wild!")
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Post by chanceconfidence on Jul 11, 2006 10:41:09 GMT -5
Chance Confidence is seen walking around backstage, looking like he has nothing to do on his mind. He continues walking around backstage when suddenly... Sum Guy runs out and stares at him. Chance: ... Why are you staring me down like that Sum Twit? Sum: I'm Sum Guy and my mom said I'm not good at anything! Chance sighs. Chance: Well at least a few of your relatives seem a bit intelligent... unlike you. So tell me, what do you have to say this time? " Oh Chance... what do you think about facing Spaz and Spyke and teaming up with that former PTA Member and your former Ally, Canceler? " Sum: Er.... yep. So... what do you think? Chance: Sum... I consider myself a fair guy, and I'm feeling kinda generous so I guess I can answer your stupid little question. Sum... it doesn't matter who Spaz teams with to face me... it just doesn't. It also doesn't matter that my tag team partner is a lumbering lumox who couldn't do anything even if his miserable life depended on it. THe reeason I'll be winning is because... CHANCE CONFIDENCE... is Chance Confidence. I mean... what would you expect me to say? That... that I'll get lucky? SUm: Oh... so you're gonna get some... Chance: THAT goes without saying. Women practically flock to me... like a bunch of hot, but stupid... sheep. So indeed, after I beat Spaz and the Duncemaster he's teaming with... I'm gonna back to my hotel... rent a room... find a bunch of broads... and well... I'll show them I'm not just an expert at mat wrestling... I'm also quite skilled at MATTRESS wrestling. He chuckles as Sum Guy laughs akwardly. Sum: Ummm... I Don't get it... Chance: Exactly... you'll never get any action. Especially when you do the stupid things you do Summy... I bet you're still looking at that farm porn site aren't ya? Sum: No... actually it got shut down. Said it was... all illegal and stuff. But I did this other great new site... I can tell you if you want! Chance looks at Sum and smacks him across the face. Chance: No... I don't want to know... NOBODY wants to know! Now do you have any more stupid ques... no wait, of course you've still got those. Do you have any INTELLIGENT questions... I sincerely doubt it. Sum thinks for a bit. Sum: Well... is there gonna be a Chance Time this week? Chance: Nope... I'm taking this week off. But don't worry twit... Chance Time will be back in it's regularly scheduled slot next week... when I become THE EWT CHAMPION!!! Sum: Well... that might not happen right? Chance looks at Sum and starts laughing. Chance: Oh that's a good one you moron... He continues laughing as he walks off, presumably back ot his locker-rrom... or somewhere. Sum: Well... I'm Sum Guy... and I miss www.squeallyaction.comHe looks all sad... then slowly walks away. Fade to a video package for Generation Tech
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Oak: Certified Jade Hater
Bill S. Preston, Esq.
Edgier than Wayne Brady, Harder than Chinese Arithmetic, and Higher than the ratings for Blade: The Series
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Post by Oak: Certified Jade Hater on Jul 11, 2006 17:54:02 GMT -5
Chad Michaels and Bolt Bacana are in the back when Sum Guy comes up. SG: Hello, I'm Sum Guy, and I mark for Geyna. Chad: Who's Geyna? SG: Here, I'l show you. Sum takes out his wallet and shows it to Chad and Bolt, who look like their gonna be sick. Sum puts his wallet away and continues. Sum: So anyway, we saw Bolt put away the Ultimate Warrior in a quick match after you, Chad, hiyt him with the Coca-Cola Cliff Drop. After the match, you both wrote "Rated X" on his back in spray paint before laeving. My questions are: Why did you do that, and who is Rated X? Bolt: Well lemme tell ya summin' brother, Rated X is the two men you see here today. Chad and me are basically the old Third State Warriors, but better. Sum: Better? How? Chad: Simple. Y'see, I gave Shawn the idea for D-X. But WWE went and trademarked it before I could. So we went to the next possible solution, think of somethink along those lines. And what better way to say that then "We're Rated X!"? Sum: ......okay. So, why did you tag Warrior? Bolt: You head his rant about his "head of destrucity" and his "butt of destrucity". We decided to pay him abck for wasting precious moments of my life. That's why we did that Sum., Ahh....just in time! Sum: For what?! *Just then, Jessica comes with two folded black shirts and one green shirt in her hands. She gives one to Bolt, who starts speaking again. Bolt: Sum, we got a little present for you. Sum: For me?!? Whadja get whadja get whadja get? Chad: A shirt for you to wear when you're interviewing us. Sum opens the shirt that reads "SUM GUY: #1 ANNOUNCER" on the front and "R-X's personal interviewer". Sum is happy, of course. Sum: WOW!!!! Thanks guys!! Chad: No prob. Just be sure to wear that when you interview us, or else. Sum: Yeah yeah. Man, this shirt is awesome!!! *Sum walks away still talking about the shirt as Chad and Bolt turn to each other. Chad: Told you he'd like the shirt. Bolt: Hey, I thought he'd like the catfish wrapped in newspaper the same. I guess I was wrong. Chad: Yeah, you were. So Jess, the shirts come out all right? Jessica: Yup. Here you go boys. *Jessica hands them their shirts as they unfold them and put 'em on. Both read "Rated X" on the front Graffiti style in Green with "Pain is temporary" on the back in similar fonts and colors. Chad admires his before speaking. Chad: Sweet. I knew this was a good idea. Jessica: Thanks. *Melissa pops up from nowhere and immediantly runs up to Chad. Melissa: OMIGOD!!!!! I'VE MISSED YOU SOOOO MUCH!!!! Chad: Um Melissa, we need to talk. Jessica: (to Bolt) Uh-oh. Chad: Mel, you're a great and everything, but we're just not right for each other. Melissa: WHAT?!? Chad: I'm sorry, but that's how I feel. Melissa; You're breaking up with me?! Chad: Unfortunately, yeah. *Suddenly, a 6'7 giant comes up to them. Giant: This the guy that's breakin' up with you sis? Chad: SIS?! Melissa: Oh right, I forgot to introduce you two. Chad, meet my brother Marcus. Marcus, meet Chad, my ex-boyfriend. Marcus: You want me to take care of him? Melissa: No, it's fine. He'll see soon enough that I don't need him, he needs me! *Melissa and Marcus leave as Chad turns to Bolt. Chad: What did I just do? Bolt: You just d***ed yourself over. Now c'mon, let's go see Pirates. Chad: Eh, okay. - leaves as we fade to a commecial for y Dynamo.
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Post by Rick Raskall on Jul 11, 2006 18:50:38 GMT -5
GORILLA MONSOON: Welcome to another exciting night of EWT action here at the Arena, and we've got another exciting debut coming up next! He calls himself the Sexy Dynamo, and I can' wait to see him in action!
BOBBY "THE BRAIN" HEENAN: Usually I'd have a joke right there, but I'm just gonna leave it alone. Anyway, this Sexy Dynamo fella, who does he think he is anyway? Parading around like he's so great? I bet I've had more women than he has.
GORILLA MONSOON: Are you willing to prove that?
BOBBY HEENAN: Not right now, there's a match coming up!
(Iron Mike Sharpe is already in the ring.)
HOWARD FINKEL: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! In the ring, from Hamilton, Ontario, weighing 275 pounds, Iron...Mike...SHARPE!
IRON MIKE SHARPE: Arrrgghh!!!
(Sexy Dynamo's personal theme music begins. It's very schlocky late 80's WWF-style. Women sing parts in italics)
He's so sexyyy... I am the sexy He's so sexyyy... So vurry sexy He's so sexyyy... You want the sexy Meet you today, have you home by tonight
(Sexy Dynamo enters the arena, carrying a rose in his teeth. As he walks down the aisle, he stops and smiles at a young lady in the front row, who blushes. Before he steps into the ring, he hands the rose to another young lady at ringside, who stares longingly at him. He then steps into the ring and blows a kiss to the audience.)
BOBBY HEENAN: There he goes again with the theatrics. Now we might actually get this match started.
GORILLA MONSOON: He appears to be very popular with the ladies, Brain, and it's showing here tonight!
(The bell rings. Sexy Dynamo and Iron Mike Sharpe circle each other as Sharpe growls. They lock up, and Dynamo goes behind, flicking Sharpe's ear. Sharpe turns around and glares at Dynamo. They lock up again, and Dynamo slips underneath Sharpe, tripping up his leg and dropping him, then putting on a headlock, which Sharpe slips out of. Sharpe wrenches Dynamo's arm. Dynamo flips out of it and sweeps out the leg and goes for a cover, getting a quick one-count.)
GORILLA MONSOON: A nice series of counterholds so far.
(Sharpe whips Dynamo to the ropes. Dynamo ducks a clothesline, then goes to the opposite rope. He swings through the ropes 619-style, then runs at Sharpe. Sharpe ducks, but Dynamo leaps up and hits a mushroom stomp, then springs from Sharpe's back to the top rope and springs off, landing in a kneeling position. He raises his arms for approval. The crowd applauds his athleticism.)
GORILLA MONSOON: Nice move right there! This guy can really move!
BOBBY HEENAN: Aw, come on! That's a showoff move! Just because he did a flip doesn't mean anything!
(Sharpe tries to charge Dynamo, but Dynamo trips him onto the second rope. Dynamo then vaults himself over the top rope and lands a legdrop across the back of Sharpe's head. The crowd pops.)
GORILLA MONSOON: What a move there by Sexy Dynamo, dropping the leg on the back of the head!
(Sharpe gets to his feet, wobbling and dizzy. Dynamo runs up behind him, grabs his neck, flips over him and hits a stunner. Sharpe falls flat on his back. Dynamo kisses his hand and says "Magnificent!")
GORILLA MONSOON: Sexy Dynamo playing to the crowd again, but he can't give Iron Mike Sharpe any time to rest!
BOBBY HEENAN: I don't think he'll have to worry about that, Monsoon. Sharpe looks to be out cold.
(With that, Dynamo goes to the corner, springs to the top rope, and hits a springboard corkscrew moonsault.)
GORILLA MONSOON: Wow, what a maneuver there!
1...2...3.
GORILLA MONSOON: And this one is academic.
HOWARD FINKEL: Here is your winner, Sexy Dynamo!
BOBBY HEENAN: Looks like he's not done, Gorilla! He's got something to say!
(Sexy Dynamo has a microphone and cuts a promo in his cheesy Latino accent.)
Sexy Dynamo: The sexy has finally arrived in EWT! And after only one match, I see EWT getting sexier by the minute! I see many beautiful ladies come to see me tonight, and you know Sexy Dynamo will make time for ALL of you! Because everything is magnificent...when you're sexy.
(Sexy Dynamo exits the ring.)
GORILLA MONSOON: What a debut for Sexy Dynamo, a new EWT Superstar with a promising future! What do you think, Brain?
BOBBY HEENAN: I think that if he doesn't stop flirting with women during his matches, he won't last long around here.
GORILLA MONSOON: Good thing he's such an incredible athlete. I think he has staying power. And with that, let's send it to Sean Mooney, at the Event Center!
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Post by The Lach is very tired on Jul 12, 2006 6:15:29 GMT -5
*Spaz is standing in front of the EWT logo backstage.*
S: I have been quiet so far. I have let Chance run his mouth. But not anymore! Chance will NOT win the EWT Title! Sure he is talented but look at the men who have held this title. A-Bomb, DSR, psychoapeguy, dorf, Limey the list goes on & on does anyone really believe that Cahcne Confidence has earned the right to be listed among such men? Come on sure he is a talented wrestler but every man who has held this title has one thing in common. We have all shed our blood for this, we have sacrificed so much to achieve in this company. Chance has been here for 2 minutes & he thinks he is ready? Come Saturday Night Special he will realise he isn't even in the same league.
*Spaz then turns & walks away quickly as we fade out whilst zooming in on the EWT logo.*
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Post by Queen Rosa on Jul 12, 2006 13:23:52 GMT -5
Mean Gene: I'm Mean Gene Okerlund being joined here by the GND Champion Rosa. Rosa, we're just days away from Saturday Night Special and that big Queen of the Mountain match between you, D'Zee, Holly, Dr. Vivian, Rachael Leigh Cook, and Jackie Geisha. Rumors are running around that you asked for this match, and I gotta ask, are the rumors true, and if so, don't you think you're risking a lot?
Rosa: To answer your first question Mean Gene, yes, the rumors are true. I did in fact ask for this match. And yes, I know I'm risking everything, but that's what I've always been about: taking risks. And now I have the chance to shut up D'Zee and Holly once and for all. For weeks they've been whining and complaining about not having everything handed to them. They've been b****ing and moaning about not getting a title shot. Well ladies, now's your chance. It's time to put up and shut up. Both of you will learn what I once learned: that in order to hold this belt, you have to EARN IT. And believe me when I say I fully intend to walk out of Saturday Night Special STILL the GND Champion.
MG: And in addition to that we've also learned that you'll be teaming up with Rachael to face D'Zee and Dr. Vivian. Your thoughts on that?
Rosa: Interesting to say the least. I have a lot of respect for Rachael and I'm looking forward to teaming with her. D'Zee will get a taste of what to expect in the Queen of the Mountain match this Saturday. And as for Dr. Vivian, I have no idea what her intentions are, but if she decides that she wants to get in my way, well then, she'll have to find out the hard way why I'm the GND Champion. Get ready ladies, because your time....is.....coming.
MG: The GND Champion laying down the challenge for this Saturday. Now let's get back to the action.
*Cut to the next segment*
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Post by crauswell on Jul 12, 2006 18:12:43 GMT -5
We cut to a familiar locker room. Where you can see a familiar looking furry sitting up against the wall... seemingly " snuggling " up with a giant inflatable... Godzilla. The oversized gryphon looks over to his side and lets out rather lustful purr of pleasure... taking a single palm and rubbing it across the surface of the toy, only to turn around and realize he's being filmed.
Crauswell: ... WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING IN MY HABITAT?!
He quickly gets to his feet, booting Godzilla off to the side and getting right in the face of the camera man.
Crauswell: Let me guess... you were disturbed by what you saw. You can't believe that an actual grown person would take an inflatable decoration item... and snuggle up with it like you do with your girlfriends, boyfriends, or even human blow up dolls... WELL DO YOU THINK I CARE?!
Crauswell delivers a vicious Karate kick to the Camera Man's skull... and we go to a technical difficulties screen of sorts. A few seconds later, we return, as it seems a new camera man has entered Crauswell's locker-room area, as has Hoss Matthews.
Hoss: Ummm... sorry about that Mr. Crauswell. We were just hoping for a quick interview.
Crauswell: ... MR... Crauswell? Didn't I once say I don't like formal terms Matthews.
He walks up and shoves Hoss against the wall.
Hoss: Oop... erm sorry. So... M... Crauswell. At Saturday Night Special, you enter the ring with nine other men, eight and a half if you count Curly Long... heh.
Crauswell isn't amused by this little quip.
Crauswell: Get to the point...
Hoss: Erm... right. So, what're your thoughts going into this match?
Crauswell looks up at the ceiling for a bit, then looks back down.
Crauswell: Hmmm... tell me Matthews, do you remember a certain number of matches that I've been in the past few months?
Hoss: Well sure... there was the Toolshed Invitational and that Two out of Three Fall Match.
Crauswell: Exactly... and if you had watched either of those matches, you would know that I nearly DOMINATED both of them. I held onto that Toolshed title the longest out of anybody in that match... I didn't win it... but I clung to it and never let go. In fact, it took TWO people to end my short Toolshed Title Reign.
Hoss: Hmmm... that's true. That's true.
Crauswell: Fast forward a few weeks... Kingdom of Hurt, in that match, I beat the living hell of out Chance Confidence. The first fall... I NEARLY KILLED him just to get it. The second fall... he got lucky... and the third fall, he had to sacrifice himself just to get it. You see Matthews... I THRIVE... on pain. I LIVE... for DESTRUCTION. And I never stop, till my prey has stopped moving... or until I myself stop moving. I show no cowardice... I show no fear... I meet all challenges HEAD ON. But I do it wisely... I strike when the time is right... and like an elephant, I never forget. Just like i didn't forget what I told you months ago. Just like I remember each and every one of my matches... matches that I can look back on and remember how dominant I was.
Hoss nods, not really listening to what the furry is saying.
Crauswell: Joe Ragnal the innovator of FUN... Spyke Johanson the Swedish Dancemaster... Canceler... Curly Long... both Members of the Connection... Great Hugo... Heidendorf... or even my opponent this week, Principal Pain. They are all worthy opponents I suppose, but that doesn't mean I will fail. Come the end of Saturday Night Special... the man who will be holding that Toolshed Championship... will be Crauswell.
Crauswell grabs Hoss and shoves him out of his locker room... walking back over to his corner of the room, sitting back down and resuming cuddling with his... air filled reptilian friend.
Crauswell: Hmmm... let me show you the true... " king of monsters "my friend...
He then reaches down sliding out of the lower half of his furry suit...
Fortunately, we cut to commercial before we see anything too... explicit.
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Post by B.A. on Jul 12, 2006 19:55:31 GMT -5
Eddie Omega and Terry Taylor square off in the ring.
*bell rings*
"Eddie Omega is the real deal....and you know what damnt..*he looks at the crowd*. I see that since I came, I havent gotten respect..and now new people are coming in, and I dont understand why I have to go through this crap. Look at who Im facing!!!!! Its the freaking Red rooster!!"
*crowd breaks down and laughs*
Terry Taylor rushes Eddie before Eddie pushes him off before Taylor tries to rush him. This time eddie gets him in a headlock takeover and kicks him in the back before slapping his chest and doing a backsplash for his patented Frat Step Attack. Eddie picks taylor up and throws him over the ropes before backing off of him. Taylor is groggy, and Eddie picks up the mic again...
"Im tired of facing people who arent true contenders!!!! My fast and quick style just shows that you dont have the smarts to go up against Eddie Omega!! Toomi-bischoff!!!!! Im begging you to go ahead and give me a title shot against anyone of your champions, and if you need further proof..just watch.."
Eddie goes on the outside but Taylor battles back with punches to the stomach before Eddie knees him and knees him again this time in the face. He goes under the ring and grabs a steel chair. Eddie then takes the chair and knocks Taylor in the face with it. Hes a bloody mess as he crawls around still dizzy from that viscious chair shot. Eddie then picks him up slowly and throws him on the announcer table which prompts the announcers to get up from the table and flee the melee. Eddie then hooks him in a belly to belly and does the unthinkable, a belly to belly Omega Psi Slamma from one table to the other which has the crowd in an uproar
Crowd: "holy s*** holy s***
As a result the bell rings.Eddie then looks past the ref, and drags taylors body which flopped into the front row into the ring. The bell which has already rang doesnt mean a thing to Eddie as he covers him. The ref bends over trying to talk to eddie about what happened, and Eddie seeing this grabs the ref and punches him right outside the ring. He does his own cover as he slaps the mat..
1..2..3..
Eddie then grabs the mic for the 3rd time. "Toomi-Bischoff...you just made me put the red roosters blood on your hands.. I want a title shot, and you will give it to me!!!!"
He drops the mic before posing in the ring with his familiar Omega Psi Phi frat taunt before the camera fades to black.
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