Curly Long
AC Slater
Midget Wrestling Master
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Post by Curly Long on Jun 15, 2006 17:16:02 GMT -5
Back at ringside and Chris Benoit has just come out to his music, he stretches his neck as he walks the aisle. He climbs into the ring and acknowledges the fans cheers
LILLIAN: and his opponent hailing from Bad Axe, Michigan ... Mr. Big!!
The heavy music of Mr. Big's plays and out he comes to a loud booing from the crowd. Curly is by his side, holding a black cane in one hand. He stops to insult different fans as Mr. Big clambers into the ring.
Bell Rings
Wasting no time Benoit attacks Big with some forearms to the face and then tries to whip him into the ropes. Mr. Big reverses though as he is just too large. Benoit comes back and gets caught by a big clothesline. Mr. Big grabs Benoit by the head and flings him across the ring with force. Curly meanwhile jumps around with glee at the destruction.
The Crowd starts a 'VLB' chant
Big ignores this and crushes Benoit who is slumped in the corner with an avalanche. Benoit staggers out dazed. Mr. Big follows up with another clubbing clothesline to the back of the head, cover ...
1,2 ...
Benoit kicks out and rolls towards the ropes his head hanging out of the ring. Here he meets Curly Long who gives him a slap across the cheek! ... Benoit isn't happy and goes to grab Curly but gets pulled back into the centre of the Ring by Mr. Big ... Suplex to Benoit and into a cover ...
1,2 ...
Benoit kicks out and comes back fighting with Chop, after chop, after chop! Mr. Big reels back under the onslaught and Benoit capitilises with a low dropkick and then a swinging neckbreaker. Mr. Big is down and Benoit goes to the outside for a chair. ECW rules means anything goes! Benoit takes the chair and slams it intot he ringpost to rile the crowd up! ... He enters the ring and raises it to crush Mr. Big's cranium! ... but No Curly has got in the ring behind him .. Low Blow!!!!
The Crowd Boo's loudly
Mr. Big back on his feet lifts Benoit up with two hands by the throat! ... and then slmas him down ... he goes to cover .. but Benoit has rolled Mr. Big up!!!
1,2 ...
Big kicks out of it and tries to grab Benoit for a 'HFD' but Benoit counters ... CROSSFACE!!! ... Benoit has it locked in! ... Mr. Big has no where to go ...
A 'Let's Go Benoit!' chant starts up from the crowd
Benoit strains on Big's neck to get him to tap ... but Mr. Big refuses to concede ... Wait Curly is back in the ring, he has his cane in hand! and smacks it across the face of Benoit!! .. Benoit is in pain as Mr. Big gets back to his feet ... HFD!!!
1,2,3.
Bell Rings
Mr. Big along with Curly celebrate the victory as they head backstage
(cut to commercial)
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Post by pta on Jun 15, 2006 17:29:44 GMT -5
Principal Pain is seen as we return from commercial, with a rather displeased look on his face. The Toomitron lights up as we can clearly see him in the rather empty P.T.A. Locker-room.
Pain: Hello my pupils.
The crowd visibly boos...
Pain: Now now... there's no need for that. You see... I'm pretty much alone currently. Virus has abandoned me... after KICKING me in the face. Canceler... well, I expelled him. Now Omega may be out of action after that vicious match earlier... well no need to worry my pupils, the leader of the P.T.A. is still standing... and standing quite tall. "
The Principal smiles, quite pleased.
Pain: You see... despite what everyone thinks, the PTA is FAR from dead... we're are merely... in hibernation I would say. But soon... very soon, we shall rise once again to destroy the ones that are at the top... and we will suceed next time! I can gurantee that.
Pain walks over, sitting behind his desk.
Pain: But for now... I have other things to contend with. For starters... Virus. I sincerely hope Canceler DESTROYS you in that much... makes you BEG For his mercy... and hen I hope you tear him to pieces as well... until both of you DROP DEAD!!! Because at least then... I'll have no problems to contend with. Which would make this principal quite pleased.
He smiles, tapping the desk before him.
Pain: So rest assured.... Virus, Canceler... I will be watching your match quite closely, if only to watch the utter detruction that occurs between you both.
The Principal chuckles a bit, turning around in his chair and still laughing as the screen fades to black.
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Post by dorf on Jun 15, 2006 22:58:31 GMT -5
*Screen fades tp a dark, remote location...dorf is in the ring with a mic*
Dorf: Yes, I am back. *some boo's, some cheers infiltrate the arena.* Now, now...I'm a changed man. Heiden-Dorf has come back for a reason. The reason is that he wants my SUPPORT.
*crowd cheers*
I truly thank him for that. Ya see, since this year has started...my career has slowly taking a downward spirial. Sure, I may have won a few battles, but I have lost a lot...the majority of my career, the love of my life, the fame, the forture, and now I'M SUFFERING...from the bottom again.
*crowd cheers*
Um, thanks. With all that I had suffered, the voices made me unkempt the most. It got me to the point of paranoia and I needed good 'ole Heiden-Dorf back. I need him to be a different persona for the time to fight my paranoia with a different paranoia...to keep me alert.
What I did to Heiden-Dorf was put him under a spell that he was actually a Hoss Ninja.
*crowd boo's*
I'm kidding, he helped me for a...CHEESE SANDWICH!!
*crowd cheers; Heiden-Dorf suddenly comes onto camera*
Heiden-Dorf: Did me hear...CHEESE SANDWICH?! *drools*
Dorf: Not yet...after our little 'surprise' we do to Lance Storm, right.....NOW!
*The lights in the arena flash up as the lighting is back to normal as Dorf, a referee, and Lance Storm are already in the ring as the match starts.*
*Dorf locks up with Lance Storm and uses his strength to push him away as Dorf sprints to a pushed Lance Storm with a Stiff Clothesline. Dorf drags Lance Storm to the corner and climbs to the second turnbuckle to do the DORF DRIVER! Dorf covers*
Referee: 1!
2!
*Dorf puts Lance Storm's neck up as the cheers earlier start to become boo's. Dorf starts to yell at Heiden-Dorf*
Dorf: NOW! HEIDEN-DORF! IT IS TIME FOR THE DORF ATTACK!
*Heiden-Dorf enters the ring as Dorf Irish Whips Lance Storm to the ropes and Heiden-Dorf immediately steps into the middle of the ring and it looks like a Back Body Drop; SUDDENLY DORF LEAPS AND DELIEVERS AN RKO DROP, KNOCKING OUT LANCE STORM. REFEREE RINGS THE BELL*
Winner: by disqualification, LANCE STORM!
*Dorf grabs the mic*
Dorf: (breathing heavily) I gave you upon my promise, Heiden-Dorf...one cheese sandwich. *goes outside the ring and opens up a cheese sandwich from a lunch bucket; goes back inside the ring and talks* Now onto important matters.
As you can see...that was the Dorf attack. It is official...me and Heiden-Dorf are...a tag-team! For you other tag teams in the back...you guys are going down, whether you wanna play the easy way...or the hard way. *Dorf winks at Heiden-Dorf as Heiden-Dorf finishes his cheese sandwich and goes outside the ring*
Together, me & Heiden-Dorf have already achieved the 2005 Royal Pain In The Ass Rumble, the EWT Stable Champions with being the Communists, the EWT OX Division Championship...which wouldn't be where its at WITHOUT MY OUTSTANDING BATTLES WITH DA-VID AD-AMS AND ULT-IM-O CHOC-U-LA, the EWT Tri-State Title, and most importantly the EWT World...Heavyweight...Championship.
Today, we embark on a new journey...a journey that we WILL be an unstoppable force and change the way tag-teams are portrayed TODAY. We are...DORF WORLD ORDER!!
*camera pans to Heiden-Dorf as brings out a Steel Table into the ring*
Lance Storm, tonight you are our lucky soul to be put through this Steel Table. *Dorf drops the microphone as Heiden-Dorf Irish Whips Lance Storm and PERFORMS THE DORF ATTACK AGAIN THROUGH THE STEEL TABLE...BENDING IT IN HALF!*
*Dorf pics up the mic*
Beautiful. This is a message to all the other tag-teams of EWT and all other locker room members...do not mess with the DORF...WORLD...ORDER!
*crowd cheers*
....OR ELSE YOU WILL...GET YOUR...JUST DO!
*drops mic leaving with cheers throughout the arena.*
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Post by Superior Dragon on Jun 16, 2006 0:23:45 GMT -5
We cut back to The Suicidal Idolz locker room where Twizted and AmSaint are in the back playing WCF vs. EWT 2006. Sarah is there as well, stretching out.
Twizted: .... Do you think we need to revamp ourselves?
AmSaint: Hmm??? What's wrong with the way we are?
Twizted: Iunno. I just think that we should do something different from the regular thing.
AmSaint: Uh-huh.
Twizted: Y'know, like shock the fans with an amazing move that we just make up, or---
AmSaint: You're getting beat.
Twizted: Whuh? Oh s***!!
Twizted gets a look of concentration and uses his character (custom made Bolt Bacana) to knock around Eddie Omega. After Twizted uses Bolt to hit Omega with a spinning Brainbuster and resumes talking.
Twizted: So what do you think about my idea?
AmSaint: I was thinking kinda the same thing, and also get some new outfits. These ones are kinda stale.
Twizted: True. So it's settled: New attires and new moves.
Sarah: Good. I got a guy working on a new outfit right now, so it's going down.
Twizted: Cool. Now all we need is ------
FADE OUT
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Post by The Lach is very tired on Jun 16, 2006 6:24:11 GMT -5
*Man in the Box by Alice in Chains plays & Tommy Dreamer appears wearing boots, jeans & an old bloodstained ECW shirt. He heads to the ring with a shopping cart full of plunder. He gets a big pop as he heads to the ring.*
Bobby Cruiz: The following contest is a Falls Count Anywhere match scheduled for one fall & it is for the EWT Heavyweight Championship of the World! Introducing first, from Yonkers, NY weighing in at 260 lbs he is a former ECW World Heavyweight Champion the Innovator of Violence Tommy Dreamer!!
*Party Starter plays & Spaz appears at the top of the ramp. He is carrying a sports bag as he heads to the ring with the title around his waist. Spaz is wearing a Generation Tech shirt & a pair of denim shorts with a pair of green Dr. Marten’s boots.*
BC: And his opponent, from Sydney, Australia, weighing in at 216 lbs he is the current EWT Heavyweight Champion of the World he is Spaz!!!!
*The two men come face to face & they shake hands. Spaz hands the title to the ref & he sets his bag down in the corner. Tommy watches as the ref holds the tittle up. The bell rings & the two circle each other. They tie up & Spaz gets behind Tommy & he hits a Neckbreaker. Tommy is up quickly & he grabs Spaz by the arm he whips him across the ring & he picks up a steel chain. He catches Spaz in the stomach with it as he bounces back across the ring. Spaz doubles over & falls to the mat. Tommy rolls out & grabs a frying pan out of his cart & he gets back in as Spaz gets up to one knee but that is as far as he gets when Tommy drills him in the head with the frying pan. Spaz slumps back down & Tommy goes for a cover.*
1 2 NO!
*Spaz kicks out. Tommy pulls Spaz to his feet but Spaz is playing possum he elbows Tommy in the gut & nails a Gutwrench Suplex. Spaz rolls out & throws a bunch of weapons into the ring from Tommy’s cart. He rolls back in & picks up a Singapore Cane. He smashes it across Tommy’s back & again & again. Tommy rolls out of the ring to get away from the barrage but Spaz runs & takes him out with a Plancha. The ref slides out & counts as Tommy’s shoulders are down.*
1 2 NO!
*Tommy kicks out but both men are down, they struggle to a vertical base & trade punches. Tommy grabs Spaz & he whips him chest first into the shopping cart. Spaz bounces back & he drops to his knees. Tommy picks up a street sign & smashes it across Spaz’s head. He tries a cover.*
1 2 KICKOUT!
*Spaz is able to kick out. Tommy then grabs his legs but Spaz picks up a garbage can & smashes it into Tommy’s back. Spaz gets up & he looks under the ring for something. He slides out a ladder & also a table. He slides the ladder into the ring & he turns to see Tommy trying to get up. Spaz sets up the table & he tries to powerbomb Tommy through it. Tommy fights out of it by low blowing Spaz. Both men are down & they are slow to rise. Tommy grabs Spaz & rolls him back into the ring, he then grabs the steel chain & starts whipping Spaz across the back with it. Spaz screams in pain as Tommy wails on him with the chain. Tommy then wraps the chain around his fist & punches Spaz in the head repeatedly. Spaz is busted open & Tommy salutes the crowd triumphantly. Spaz is wearing the crimson mask as he stands behind Tommy. Tommy turns & is met with a DDT on instinct by Spaz. Spaz then picks up the ladder & he sets it up. He then goes over to his bag & takes out a cheese grater. He grabs Tommy & rakes the grater across his head slicing him open. Both men are now bleeding everywhere & Tommy rolls out of the ring. Spaz grabs something else out of his bag & follows him. Spaz levels Tommy with a clothesline & he then pours a bag of thumbtacks onto the table that is setup at ringside. The table * the floor around it is covered with tacks & Spaz picks up Tommy. Tommy fights Spaz off & DDT’s him onto the tack covered floor! Tommy tires a cover.*
1 2 NO!
*Somehow Spaz gets his shoulder up. Tommy cant believe it. He rolls into the ring & he grabs a chair he starts to climb the ladder but Spaz gets up & catches him halfway up both men climb up the ladder they are trading punches. Spaz grabs the chair out of Tommy’s hand & nails him in the gut. Spaz pulls him up to the top of the ladder & he signals to all the Spazphiles. He Sets Tommy up & nails a SUPER SHOCKWAVE FROM THE TOP OF THE LADDER THROUGH THE TACK COVERED TABLE!! Spaz takes a few seconds to hook the leg for the cover.*
1 2 3!!
BC: Here is your winner & still EWT Heavyweight Champion of the World Spaz!!
*Neither man has moved & EMT’s & Generation Tech rush down to the ring. Gasoline helps Spaz to his feet & the EMT’s attend to Tommy. Spaz slowly heads up the ramp as Party Starter plays.*
CUT TO COMMERCIAL
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Post by The Bad Man on Jun 16, 2006 8:43:20 GMT -5
D'Zee is backstage about to go out for her match with Francine. Terri who is sporting a severe looking neck brace (from her altercation with Maelstrom at the last PPV) has a microphone in hand.
TERRI: Hi there everyone, I'm standing here with D'Zee and the question everyone wants to know the answer to is what is Miss Geisha's ...
D'Zee turns to Terri frightening her and interrupts the question
D'ZEE: Miss Geisha? ... Listen Terri you don't want to be dropping names that piss me off ... and at the moment that is most of the GND division ... As it appears I have not only Vivian and Rosa on my case .. but now Miss Jackie Geisha as well!
D'Zee barges Terri out of the picture, her face a picture of nastiness
D'ZEE: Geisha you want a match with me? ... Well lady if you want a beating in that ring, a beating is what you will be getting, hun. So how about next week we go one on one in a tables match? ... that's right tables! ... hard wood on soft flesh, splinters and pain! ... and if that fruitloop hippy Vivian wants to get in my biz'ness I'll be ready for her too ...
Terri slowly re-enters the frame
TERRI: You have a plan?
D'ZEE: Lets just say I'm not alone anymore ...
D'Zee gets close up to the camera a sneer on her face
D'ZEE: I'll be waiting!
D'Zee walks off
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Post by The Bad Man on Jun 16, 2006 11:06:52 GMT -5
(We return after a short Video Promo for Team Ireland)
In the ring stands Justin Roberts who has the mike
JUSTIN ROBERTS: The following match is for one fall and is under extreme rules ... introducing first, she hails from the rough ghetto streets of New York ... she is D'Zee!!
'Ghetto Bird' by Ice Cube plays as D'Zee heads to the ring, her taped fists and grimace showing she is here to fight and fight hard! ... She enters the ring and awaits her opponent.
JUSTIN ROBERTS: and her opponent ... from Philadelphia, Pensylvania, she is the Queen of Extreme! ... Francine!!
The ECW music starts up and Franicne is here! ... she runs to the ring wearing a white top and bottoms combo. An 'ECW' chant gets underway as Francine charges under the ropes and straight at D'Zee! Justin roberts bails out as the two women are about to clash.
Bell Rings
D'Zee moves out of the way of the flailing catfight mad woman and nails Francine with a hard right to her jaw! .. Francine goes down like a falling tree! D'Zee doesn't play it up though and mounts Francine and begins to pummel her with lefts and rights. D'Zee gets up and gives a one armed salute to the crowd. Francine is a bloody mess already!
A 'She's hardcore chant' begins but D'Zee is not trying to gain crowd appreciation here
D'Zee picks up Francine and puts her over her shoulder, with one hand. D'Zee walks around the ring shouting abuse at the audience. She follows with a running powerslam, into the Ghetto Neck Snap Submission!! ... D'Zee realeses the hold.
D'Zee now in total control goes outside and grabs a microphone and a chair. She re-enters the ring
D'ZEE: ECW this ... ECW that! .. all I hear at the moment is E-C-Dub! E-C-Dub! ... It's Extreme, it's crazy, it's hardcore ... well here's an all new hardcore memory for you! ...
Francine has stumbled back up to her feet ... CCHHRTHWACKK! ... Huge chair shot from D'Zee to Francine! ... cover with a foot!
1,2,3.
Bell Rings
D'ZEE: ECW was and still is my Bi'atch!! ... and no one is going to tell me otherwise!! ....
The crowd boo's and then begins to cheer as here comes Justin Credible with a kendo stick! ... He slides in behind D'Zee she hasn't seen him. Justin waits as D'Zee slowly turns around. On seeing Credible with a kendo stick she begins to beg off! ... Credible advances he is about to start dishing out a beating!
Low Blow with a Barbed-Wire Bat!!! ... it's Holly Vaughn!! ... she nods to D'Zee and both woman swing there weapons at Credible's now exposed head! Down he goes like a wounded deer blood all over his face! ... D'Zee and Holly Vaughn shake hand as they grab a leg each of Justin Credible
The crowd is booing loudly now. They give an evil nod and pull the legs apart savagely. The male audience cringes in horror! Justin Credible writhes in pain as he was forced to do the splits!! ... The two women laugh in evil harmony.
D'ZEE: You flea-ridden fans have just seen the beginning of the end! ... This is just a taste of what myself and Holly here are capable of in the GND division. Vivian, Miss Geisha and Rosa our sights are set on you now!
HOLLY VAUGHN: An alliance of brutality, that will never end or stop for the rest of the GND!
D'ZEE: Damm Right sista' and don't think we'll be taking things easy either, myself and Holly have never been easy! ... isn't that right Justin?
D'Zee pushes the mike in front of Justin Credible, who is still on the floor holiding his groin
JUSTIN: ... errgh .. You Fu.. ...
Holly stamps on Justin's groin who howls in agony,as D'Zee takes the mike away
D'ZEE: HA! .. Justin found out today what we do! ... That's right the pairing of Holly and D'Zee takes what they want by force!! ... and nothing is beyond us!
The menacing laughter of the two women echoes around the arena. The crowd is booing like mad but they show no interest in the audience. Leaving the ring, Holly Vaughn treads on Francine's face causing outcry from the fans.. They walk up the gantryway together. The two most evil, nasty despicable women in the GND division now working together!!
(cut to commercial)
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Post by Virus aka Captain No-Nuts on Jun 16, 2006 11:35:45 GMT -5
(We fade back from ANOTHER Team Ireland video to find Lilian Garcia standing in the ring.)
Lilian Garcia: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!
(A generic heavy metal tune plays over the speakers as Canceler makes his way down to the ring to a mixed reaction.)
LG: Introducing first, formerly of Snootsville High School, he is 7'3" and weighs in at 515 pounds, he is... THE CANCELER!
JR: After the events that transpired earlier this week, the former muscle man of the PTA seems to actually be getting some cheers here tonight King!
King: I'm not so sure about the "former" part, JR... Canceler didn't look like he agreed too much with what Virus was saying!
JR: Only time will tell, King. Only time will tell...
PA system (Virus's voice): PREPARE... TO BE... INFECTED!
(The crowd's mixed reaction leans slightly towards cheers as Virus makes his way down to the ring under the familiar strains of Heaven's a Lie. A "PAIN GOT SERVED!" chant starts up as Virus acknowledges the crowd... BEFORE CHARGING THE RING SUDDENLY! Virus leaps up onto the apron, then springboards off the top rope in a cross-...NO! CANCELER HITS A BLACK HOLE SLAM!)
DING DING DING!
JR: Virus trying to get started early and gets denied by the Canceler!
Canceler hangs on for the cover...
1! .,. 2! ... 3!!!!! CANCELER HAS PINNED VIRUS AFTER ONLY ONE BLACK HOLE SLAM!
DING DING DING!
(The crowd boos and begins to chant "WE WANT A MATCH!" as Canceler's theme starts to play... then gasps as Virus sits straight up and starts to laugh! Canceler looks down at Virus and starts to laugh as well before helping Virus back up to his feet!)
JR: What the hell have we just witnessed, King?!
King: We're about to find out... Virus has a microphone...
Virus (still laughing): Pain... we would have been perfectly content to come out here and beat the crap out of each other for the enjoyment of all these great EWT fans... but then... you said something. In that promo you made earlier in the program... oh... what was it?
(Virus mockingly looks up at the CrapTron, which flickers to life with a clip from Principal Pain's promo earlier.)
Pain: For starters... Virus. I sincerely hope Canceler DESTROYS you in that much... makes you BEG For his mercy... and then I hope you tear him to pieces as well... until both of you DROP DEAD!!! Because at least then... I'll have no problems to contend with. Which would make this principal quite pleased.
(Virus smirks sarcastically as he turns back to the crowd, which is starting to detect the aroma of Virus's culinary efforts and begins to buzz in anticipation.)
Virus: Oh, that's right. You said you'd "enjoy" watching us beat the crap out of each other. The rest of that sentence, the unspoken part of that sentence, is "so I won't have to try to fight and get my weak ass kicked all over this arena!"
(The crowd pops at this open insult!)
Virus: What's the matter, Pain? Are you AFRAID? Afraid of the two hosses who "cost" you matches against Generation Tech? Afraid of the 7'3" 515 pound monster that your ignorance has unleashed? Afraid of the man who has come within NANOSECONDS of being the EWT World Heavyweight Champion on SEVERAL different occasions?
(The crowd pops again at this list of accomplishments of the two men in the ring as Virus pauses to let the cheers soak in on himself and Canceler.)
Virus: Well, Pain... you SHOULD be scared! Because me and Canceler are going to BREAK the PTA! And if you don't believe that... you had better PREPARE... TO BE... INFECTED!
(Virus and Canceler turn to the crowd behind the announcer's table to appeal to the fans there when suddenly Principal Pain charges into the ring, steel chair in hand! He swings for the fences and connects HARD with the back of Virus's skull! Virus drops to the mat hard, clutching his head as Canceler turns around... Pain freezes up at the furious look on Canceler's face!)
JR: We're about to find out where Canceler's true loyalties lie, just to extinguish any doubt remaining here, King!
(Canceler looks around at the crowd, which is chanting "KNOCK HIM OUT!" to the former PTA bodyguard... Canceler turns to Pain with a wide smile on his face... AND SLAPS THE CHAIR ASIDE WITH ONE HAND! Pain begins to beg off, backing up as Canceler stalks him... Pain hits the ropes, Canceler Irish Whips him back across the ring... Pain comes bouncing back to Canceler in the middle of the ring... POWERSLAM! The crowd cheers vindictively!)
JR: Powerslam with AUTHORITY from Canceler!
(Virus has rolled over to a turnbuckle, and has used it to pull himself back to his feet.)
Virus: Hey! Canceler! IT'S TIME!
(Canceler looks over at Virus, who is smiling again. Canceler smiles even wider, and drags Pain back up into a front chancery as Virus climbs the turnbuckle. The crowd crackles in anticipation as Virus signals for Canceler to lift Pain up... Canceler lifts the principal into a stalling suplex position... Virus looks around to the crowd before leaping up into the air in a cross-body!)
JR: Virus taking flight here...
King: Oh my GOSH!
(Virus hits the inverted Principal Pain square in the chest with the cross-body! Canceler falls back to the mat to complete the suplex as Virus remains on top of Principal Pain in the cross-body! The impact on the mat can be heard throughout the arena!)
JR: BAH GAWD, WHAT A DOUBLE-TEAM MANEUVER! PRINCIPAL PAIN IS BROKEN IN HALF, BAH GAWD!
(The crowd begins a massive dueling chant of "VIRUS!" and "CANCELER!" as the two men exit the ring and then walk slowly backwards up the ramp! They stop at the top of the ramp to raise each other's hands in victory as Heaven's a Lie blasts over the PTA system!)
JR: And the expelled former PTA members get the last laugh on Principal Pain for the second week in a row! Principal Pain can NOT be happy with this turn of events, King!
(King doesn't respond as the camera zooms in on Principal Pain, who appears to be out of it on the mat. The camera zooms in on Pain's blank expression as we fade to commercial.)
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Post by respectmeordye3 on Jun 16, 2006 12:11:56 GMT -5
The American Bodydonna's horrible revamp of The National Anthem blasts through the speakers as he makes his way to the ring where Danny Doring already awaits.
the crowd boos him.
the bell rings.
Immedietly Mitchell Brell leaps upon the edge of the ring and distracts the referee long enough for Lars to kick Danny in the gonads and follow it up by pulling a pair of brass knuckles outta his trunks and clocking Doring right between the eyes with them.
by the time the referee has his attention turned back towards the two wrestlers, Lars has already gotten rid of the evidence that he cheated and has Doring pinned.
1.... 2.... 3!
Lars has won another match through devious means!
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Post by respectmeordye3 on Jun 16, 2006 12:22:39 GMT -5
Generic rock music blasts away as Wilson Webb comes down in his ugly brown trunks and slides headfirst into the ring where Simon Diamond already awaits.
the bell rings--but before the two can start grappling a horrendous rendition of The National Anthem starts to play and The American Bodydonna:Lars Cunningham walks out onto the stage with a big grin.
with both wrestlers and the referee distracted, they don't notice as Mitchell Brell--Lars's manager sneaks up behind Webb and clobbers him with the steel bat wrapped in barbwire that he holds!
Webb goes down and Diamond turns to see what has happened--only to get kicked in the nuts by the sleazy manager for his troubles!
with Webb knocked out and Diamond unable to move, Brell has little trouble in dragging Diamond on top of Webb and then hitting the bricks.
Back up on stage Cunningham walks away backstage.
The referee shakes his head in confusion and then turns and sees Diamond on top of Webb and mistakes it for a pin.
1.... 2.... 3!
Simon Diamond wins--and the American Bodydonna has got his revenge!
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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 Jun 16, 2006 17:21:04 GMT -5
We cut to the back when Bolt bacana comes walking in, holding his bruised ribs. Jessica is there as well, trying to convince him to go back to the hospital.
Jessica: Please go back. The doctors said that you still need time to heal your ribs.
Bolt: Jess, for the last time, I know what I'm doing. Why else would I come back if I didn't know the consequences??
Jessica: Fine. But watch, when your back in the hospital, just wait for an "I told you so".
Suddenly, Chad Michaels comes running towards them, looking out of breath.
Chad: Hey...Bolt.
Bolt: Hey.
Chad: Listen, have you seen Melissa anywhere??
Jessica: Who??
Chad: Melissa! She's about 5"8, brown hair, yadda yadda yadda.
Jessica: I think I saw her wen we came in.
Chad: Which way did she go??
Bolt: I think she went that way. *points right* Why??
Chad: Okay, long story shrt, I hooked up with her, we went back to her place, then to my place, back to her's, and then I left in the morning. Now she's obsessed with me!!
Bolt: So you got a stalker?
Chad: Yeah!!
Jessica: S***, that really sucks.
Chad: You're telling me! Bolt, you gotta help me man, I have to get rid of her!!
Bolt: Well, what am I supposed to do?
Chad: Well.....I don't really know. But still, I have to get rid of her!
*Suddenly, Melisssa shows up, looking a little out of breath.
Melissa: There you are!
Chad: Here I am! Hey Melissa, these are my friends Bolt and Jessica.
Bolt: T'sup?
Jessica: Nice to meet you.
Melissa: Nice to meet both of you. *Turns to Chad* Why did you leave me?
Chad: Well, Bolt just got out of the hospital, so I ran to greet him.
Melissa: Oh, okay then. Well, c'mon Chad, let's go out tonight.
Chad: Well, how about all four of us?
Melissa: *in deep tones* NO!!!!!!!!
Chad: WTF?!?!
Melissa: I mean, I just want a nice quiet time together. Just me and you.
Chad: .......O-o-o-okay then.
Jessica: How about I go with you to help you pick out an outfit?
Melissa: Alright then. See you soon Chad!
Jessica: Later boys.
*Melissa and Jessica both leave. Chad turns to Bolt.*
Chad: Did you hear what I heard?
Bolt: The part where she sounded like a man?
Chad: Yeah. That part. Dude, I got to get rid of her immediantly. What am I gonna do if I'm stuck with this woman for the rest of my life???
Bolt: Talk about a lifetime of nightmares. Look, let's go out while the girls are gone, and we'll see if we can find a way to get rid of her. Alright?
Chad: I hope your right about this.
Bolt: When have I ever been wrong?
Chad: That one time when you tried to eat a live fish and it---
Bolt: A-Bu-Bu-Bu!! Forget it. Let's just go.
Chad: Cool.
Both men leave as we fade to A THIRD PROMO for Team Ireland.
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Smarky
Mike the Goon
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Post by Smarky on Jun 16, 2006 22:41:35 GMT -5
[Camera cuts backstage, which finds Tard Grisham waiting to interview Smarky, who finally emerges from a hallway]
Tard: Smarky, all of the EWT fanbase has been buzzing on your signing, but we'll get to that later. First of all, WHY DID YOU DRAG ME HERE!? I WAS FINE IN KPW!
Smarky: Simple Tard. I've made you my offical backstage interviewer!
Tard: Uh, what?
Smarky: I really don't need to explain it to you, so shut up and wear this sticker!
[Smarky pulls a sticker out of his pocket, which reads Offical Backstage Interviewer of Smarky and places it on Tard's jacket]
Tard: Um, thanks, I guess...[Changes subject] But anyway, as I was saying, the EWT fanbase has been very curious about you. Perhaps you would like to give them a little background?
Smarky: Alright fine, whatever the fanboys want, that's what the fanboys get. I was born in a log cabin in 1986. My mother worked at the old mill, and my father was a very nice fellow when he wasn't dru-
********TEN MINUTES LATER********
Smarky: Finally, at the age of 12, I overcame my bedwetting problem, and the rest, they say, is history.
Tard: Uh, Smarky, I was talking about your wrestling background.
Smarky: Oh, really? Well, I guess I did ramble on a bit didn't I? Tell you what, give me 10 bucks, and I'll give you the full story.
Tard: Are you serious?
Smarky: Have I ever NOT been serious Tard?
Tard: [Groans] Fine... [Pulls a ten dollar bill out of his jacket pocket and hands it to Smarky]
Smarky: [Grabs 10 bucks] Alright, now we can continue. I got my first booking when I was 17, and it was there that I met the first love of my life....
*****TEN MINUTES LATER*****
Smarky: [Dramatically] So I was like, "Tiffany, are you using me or not? Because if you are, then these 3 years have just been a waste!" and she said-
Tard: SMARKY!!!
Smarky: [Annoyed] WHAT?!
Tard: We're talking about your WRESTLING career!
Smarky: Oh, yeah. Terribly sorry. Got carried away. So anyway, for the first couple years of my career I battled to the very tip top. And that was when all my hard work paid off.
Tard: You won their world title?
Smarky: No, I got fired.
Tard: But why?
Smarky: Well, I think it had something to do with calling the bosses wife's second cousin a stupid fat cow. So anyway, I was in a rut for a while, but finally, salvation came!
Tard: You got signed to a new contract?
Smarky: No, the Salvation Army you twit! They took me in, clothed me, fed me, and for some reason, gave me The Essential Barry Manilow. But I was soon back on my feet, and in good enough physical condition to give pro wrestling another try. So after about 6 months of intense training to shake off the ring rust, I finally got signed by Kapoutland Pro Wrestling, which became by big break. I improved a lot as a wrestler, but soon afterwards, I was contacted by EWT, and, well, here I am now.
Tard: But you still wrestle for KPW right?
Smarky: Of course. They run a very lax schedule, so I still wrestle for them when their events come up.
Tard: Well Smarky, congratulations again on your signing to EWT, and let's all hope we see you succeed.
Smarky: Same here Tard. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go get myself a smoothie.
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Smarky
Mike the Goon
Posts: 14
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Post by Smarky on Jun 17, 2006 12:40:28 GMT -5
*Camera cuts backstage to show Smarky casually strolling around the backstage area, humming the chorus to "Purple Rain", when he turns a corner and runs right into Mr. 720, Chris Evans*
Evans: *Recovers* Who the hell are you?!
Smarky: Eh, no one really, just the kind of guy who's gonna be at the top of this promotion at the end of the year. Name's Smarky. *Extends hand*
Evans: *Annoyed and ignores hand* Is that so? Well, let me tell you something buddy. If anyone's making it to the top of this promotion, it's gonna be me, got it? I am Chris Evans! I am Mr. 720! Now, I got a match to prepare for, so get the hell out of here.
*Smarky and Evans have a stare down*
Smarky: Don't mind if I do Mr. 420.
*Smarky pushes Evans out of his way and continues his trek around the backstage area. Evans stares at him with silent anger*
Evans: *Yelling* IT'S 720!!!!!
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Post by #Classic Hi-Definition X on Jun 17, 2006 23:15:59 GMT -5
*HBH and Cherry walk up to the new match board*
HBH: Oh you've got to be f***ing kidding me! First he gives me Sandman, and now this new guy? What the hell? How does HE get a shot at MY title?
Cherry: Well what about me? He put me- ME in a match against Carla! I can get seriously hurt out there!
HBH: Don't worry. We'll think of something, but not now. My head hurts.
*HBH and Cherry walk off as we cut to the next segment*
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Limey
Unicron
It's been awhile.
Posts: 3,062
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Post by Limey on Jun 18, 2006 1:21:57 GMT -5
*Limey and Gasoline are backstage, and they notice the matchboard.*
Gasoline: Well, well. The Nyrds. It's been a while.
Limey: That it has, Gas. I remember the last time I was against the Nyrds...it was at Saved By The Bell with the Mess Hall match. Myself...and Bret Michaels. If I recall, we actually won by accident.
Gas: Yeah, and I remember taking the Nyrds to school several times over, and even with a partner like Bret Michaels, I managed to prove to the Nyrds that HD don't mean a thing when you could run on GAS POWER.
Limey: Yeah...but do you know what the difference between then and now is?
Gas: What's that?
Limey: Now...we've both got a decent tag partner.
*The two grin at this, before turning to the board.*
Gas: This is going to rock.
Limey: Life's given the Nyrds a fair hand by not pitting them against us until now...but now their luck has run out...for life will GIVE...THEM...LIMES!!!
*Gas and Limey smile at this, before walking off. We fade out after a zoom in to the matchboard...*
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Post by The Lach is very tired on Jun 18, 2006 2:18:11 GMT -5
*Spaz & Spyke walk up to the matchboard to find out their opponents for the week. They both look & then they look at each other.*
Spyke: Wow, why did Toomi put us against each other?
Spaz: I asked him to Spyke.
Spyke: Why? I am not World Championship material yet.
Spaz: Nonsense, do you remember Kingdom of Hurt? Myself, Limey & Gas, all of us World Champions were eliminated & it came down to you v Principal Pain & Virus 2 on 1. You beat them both & you proved that night you have what it takes to win this title & who am I to deny you the opportunity.
Spyke: Thanks Spaz. It means a lot that you consider me good enough. We will go out there & give the fans a great match!
Spaz: Absolutely Spyke. Whenever Generation Tech step into the ring it is an occasion to see.
Spyke: For sure! I'm gonna go hit the gym. You wanna come along & hit the speed bag or something?
Spaz: No you go ahead buddy I got something to take care of.
Spyke: Ok catch up later.
*Spyke runs off & Spaz waits for him to dissappear around the corner. He then takes out a bottle of pills from his pocket & he takes two of them. He rubs & rotates his left shoulder.*
Spaz: Just one more match. Hold on, hold on.
*CUT TO COMMERCIAL*
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Maelstrom
AC Slater
The Tide Will Turn!
Posts: 236
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Post by Maelstrom on Jun 18, 2006 7:32:23 GMT -5
We come back from the commercial to find ourselves alongside the commentary table with Gorilla Monsoon and Jesse Ventura
MONSOON: Hello everybody and welcome to another week of EWT action. I'm Gorilla Monsoon and alongside me is Jesse 'The Body' Ventura ... and you know Jesse I have feeling this week could be something special ...
JESSE: You aren't wrong there Gorilla, we have Curly Long and Mr. Big facing off in a rematch against the Suicide Idolz, Eddie Omega takes on Koda Kazar for the OX division Title, friend versus friend for the heavyweight title featuring Spyke and Spaz ... and then there is ....
Before Jesse can finish ... 'Apocalypse Please' crashes out of the speakers, the crowd already begin to boo loudly as the smoke begins to form and then rise to reveal the Kraken of Carnage known as Maelstrom. He heads to the ring and climbs the stairs before entering. He scares Lillian out of the ring and picks up the discarded microphone. The crowd is relentless with it's abuse but Maelstrom just grins like a man who has sided with the Devil and then stabbed him in the back
MAELSTROM: Well my fickle friends, still angry for how I treated your beloved Champion Spaz? ... still smarting from the damage I created? ... Don't worry, it won't last, give it a few months and you'll be cheering my name again ... you want the horrors of battle on your doorstep and I'm here to appease that thirst! ...
The crowds boos continue, spliced with a few 'Maelstrom Sucks' chants
MAELSTROM: Enough! ... I'm not here to reason with you fans. No I am out here to address the other question, the big question, the Leviathan of a question. Why have I broken a friendship? Why did I stab Spaz in the back? For what reason did the current decide to flow the other way that day and lose a friend?
The crowd starts an 'Arsehole!' chant. Maelstrom takes the abuse in, channeling it into his words.
MAELSTROM: When I was laid up with a spinal injury or horrific proportions I was angry, fury ridden, raging at what Flex had done ... but I had a beacon of hope in the darkened hospital rooms. That hope was you Spaz! The pairing of two fighters in the EWT, a man of great technical wrestling skill and a friend. But as I lay there struggling against my pain did I see Spaz? Did I receive any compassion from my friend ... Did I SPAZ??
The crowd is silent but listening intently
MAELSTROM (quietly): No ....
Maelstrom stares out at the audience
MAELSTROM (Loudly and angry): I was forgotten! Like a ship left to drift in the ocean!! ...
Maelstrom tries to compose himself
MAELSTROM: Now you have new friends Spaz. A Dancing Swedish Clown, a 7ft totem pole and a British Metal Loving Fraudster! ... but you chose your friends Spaz, now its just a matter of time until you ditch them too.
The crowd boos loudly again
MAELSTROM: Hey Spyke! You think Spaz wants you in the ring because you could be future championship material? ... No, don't be sucked in by his lies! He wants you there so he can take you out of the title picture ... Gasoline! Why are you hiding in the shadows of Champions? Can't you a 7ft tall beast take what you want? You claim to be a Gas-powered monster! or is all that just hot air? ...
The crowd is furious with Maelstrom, treating his words like the acid and bile as he says them
MAELSTROM: That leaves you Limey ... a former EWT World Heavyweight Champion. What happened? Did you lose your zest for a fight? Did all the Limelight get too much? ... Whatever it was Limey you once were a legend in the making, but now your just a stooge to the Puppet Master.
The crowd is reacting to this with pure venom
MAELSTROM: Look around you Generation Tech where are the other groups to fight? ... The P.T.A have gone there separate ways ... who is there now? ... No one, but Spaz already knows this, that's why he's pulling the strings to keep his hands on a Title, that will soon be around my waist!!
A huge 'SPAZ' chant is filling the building but he doesn't show
MAELSTROM: Spaz isn't your hero anymore! ... His flow and ebb in the EWT is about to dry up ... for you see The Tide Will ....
The crowd begins a 'We Won't Turn!, We Won't Turn!, We Won't Turn!' chant
MAELSTROM: Oh don't you fret little minnows, The Tide always Turns!! .. The Tide Always Turns!! Evil Laughter
Maelstrom's music plays as he leaves the ring, his face shows a picture of satisfaction and purpose
(Cut to Video Promo for the History of the Toolshed Title DVD)
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Post by hollyvaughn on Jun 18, 2006 9:31:58 GMT -5
*The intro to Rammstein’s “Feuer Frei” hits, but it suddenly fades into Ice Cube’s “Ghetto Bird” as D’Zee and Holly Vaughn make their way out. Mortimer accompanies them, free from shackles although making his way slowly behind the two dominant women, head bowed, mumbling to himself. D’Zee and Holly make their way to the ring, and jump to the apron, before climbing in. They hold their arma aloft as the crowd boo them mercilessly. Mortimer cautiously climbs into the ring under the ropes as D’Zee takes the microphone.*
D’Zee: Whoa, whoa, whoa, hold up now! Who said YOU could join us?
*D’Zee points accusingly at Mortimer, who looks taken back by this. Holly takes the mic, and approaches Mortimer.*
Holly: You had best leave now, Mortimer…your mistresses…are talking.
*Holly shoves Mortimer back, sending him through the ropes, before addressing the crowd.*
Holly: Now, before my bout with the one known as Jazz, I believe there are many of you who are curious as to why the two most dangerous competitors in the GND Division have joined forces. I, for one, do not feel that we owe any of you an explanation…but my colleague wishes to share her thoughts.
*D’Zee takes the mic and speaks to a large amount of boos.*
D’Zee: Damn straight, girl. And you’d be right in thinking that none of us OWE anyone an explanation to how WE run our biz’ness! But this is more of a shout-out to Rosa…to that clown Jackie Geisha…and to that psychedelic psycho Dr. Anemone! Ya see…when I had EARNED my chance to take what’s rightfully mine, the GND title, I just couldn’t wait to take that stuck-up little princess, Rosa, and take her to school, show her how we run things on the street! And ya know what? I enjoyed every second of tearing her apart!!
*D’Zee is getting worked up as the crowd boo her. Holly Vaughn stares at the crowd with contempt as D’Zee continues.*
D’Zee: But do you know what? That didn’t help! Why? Because all little miss goody-two-shoes had to do was take a bat and bust open a piñata to be known as the best woman on the roster. THAT’S NOT HOW WE ROLL ON THE STREETS! I was so damn pissed I just wanted to smack that b****’s head off her shoulders right there, right then! But Rosa chose the cowards way out…she hid behind Dr. Anemone, she knew that in a REAL FIGHT, she wouldn’t last ten seconds against the true champ! And that’s where you come in, sistah…
*D’Zee indicates to Holly, who slowly nods to this.*
D’Zee: You know, you were the only one…the ONLY one who knew that I was in the right, and Rosa was in the wrong. And let’s face it, why wouldn’t you? You and I, we’ve been held back because we’re too ruthless…too merciless to make it in this laid-back, “happysized” division…so that’s when I thought…we’ve got a common objective here. We both know that the GND Division doesn’t want champions like that pampered princess, Rosa…no…the GND Division wants stone-cold, ruthless champions like myself and my sistah, Holly Vaughn! And as perfect as I am….I know that I can’t take on Rosa if she wants to hide behind Anemone and Geisha! But together, NOTHING CAN HOLD US BACK!!
*D’Zee leans on the ropes and addresses the camera.*
D’Zee: So, Rosa, right now you’d better watch yourself, because right now, our biz’ness lies with you, and anyone stupid enough to stand in our way. You have got OUR TITLE, and we’re TAKING IT BACK.
*D’Zee drops the microphone as Holly silently applauds D’Zee for her actions. Jazz’s music hits, and the crowd pop.*
Chimel: From New Orleans, Louisiana…JAZZ!!!!
*The crowd pop again as Jazz comes out, before running to the ring, sliding in for her impromptu match with Holly Vaughn. Holly immediately stomps at Jazz in mid-slide, but Jazz quickly recovers, grabbing Holly’s limb and getting to her feet, immediately spinning Holly around to face her back, before lifting Holly up with the Jazz Stretch!! Jazz is on fire as she lifts Holly high…Holly counters with a wheelbarrow, attempting to take down Jazz…Jazz counters with a wheelbarrow back suplex!! Jazz gets to her feet and screams out “That’s what I’m talkin’ about!” to a huge pop!*
*Jazz goes over to the prone body of Holly Vaughn and tries for a face stretch stomp before running the ropes and coming back with a running leg drop…Holly rolls out of the way and gets to her knees. Jazz approaches Holly, about to lift her up for the Jazz Stinger…Holly trips Jazz, grabbing hold of the limbs and applying a figure 4 leg lock!! Jazz is stunned and pained by the quick attack, but retains enough momentum to drag herself to the ropes…Jazz crawls slowly but surely as the crowd chant “Please don’t tap!”…Jazz crawls to the ropes and reaches out…grabbing hold of the ropes…the referee is distracted by Mortimer on the apron!!! Jazz is screaming out as Holly keeps the hold applied! D’Zee suddenly hops to the apron before leaping onto the ropes with a springboard into the ring…DOUBLE FOOT STOMP ONTO JAZZ!!! D’Zee then rolls out of the ring as the ref turns his attention to Jazz, who has let go of the ropes and is clutching at her stomach. Holly releases the hold and gets to her feet as Jazz gets to her hands and knees, winded by the stomp. Holly simply observes Jazz as Jazz crawls over to the corner, lifting herself up. Holly then approaches Jazz, and grabs her by the wrist, sending her into the turnbuckle with an Irish Whip from point-blank range. Jazz, stunned, stumbles back as Holly springs to the turnbuckle, leaping off with the STYXX DIVE ONTO JAZZ!!! Holly then hooks the leg!*
1, 2, 3!!
Winner: Holly Vaughn.
*Post-match, Holly celebrates as D’Zee comes into the ring, raising Holly’s arm and shouting mockingly at the fallen Jazz “THAT’S WHAT WE’RE TALKIN’ ABOUT!!!” as the crowd boo both women. Mortimer enters the ring, and Holly gives an order to him, telling him to raise Jazz to her feet. Mortimer slowly approaches Jazz to do so, cautiously rising Jazz…who hits a Jazz Stinger to Mortimer out of nowhere!!!! Mortimer is hit hard by the attack, and rolls out of the ring clutching at his face!!! Jazz gets to her feet…and walks into D’Zee and Holly, who kick her in the gut before hooking both legs and lifting her up…for a double team implant DDT!!! Jazz is downed by the attack as D’Zee and Holly leave the ring to a vast amount of booing. Holly takes a quick contemptuous glance at Mortimer before looking away as Mortimer stumbles to his feet, following D’Zee and Holly to the back.*
*Fade out to the next segment.*
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Post by Superior Dragon on Jun 18, 2006 11:50:45 GMT -5
We cut back to the Suicidal Idolz and Sarah looking at the Match Board.
Twizted: Big & Curly again?! We already beat those two!
AmSaint: Guess we gotta do it again.
Twiz: Ah well. Hey Sarah, who do you got?
Sarah: ............
AmSaint: Oh. Toomi forgot, huh?
Sarah: ...Yeah. Guess I got tthe week off.
Twiz: Hey wait, look at this.
Sarah: Where?
Twiz: At the bottom.
*Sarah reads the bottom, and a smile starts spreading on her face.
Sarah: Well, I better call ROH.
AmSaint: Why, you saw what Toomi wrote at the bottom.
Sarah: I know, it has to do with it.
*Sarah wallks off as Twiz and AmSaint turn to each other.
AmSaint: So it'll be this match where we'll show it?
Twiz: Yep.
*What could that be about??*
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Post by HMARK Center on Jun 18, 2006 17:23:36 GMT -5
<the PR is backstage, ready for promo time>
HMark: Signed. Sealed. Delivered. <laughs> If this proves anything, it's something that the entire EWT should already have committed to memory, something they should engrave in their minds for as long as we two are around: what the Prophecy Reborn seeks, it finds. What it wants, it gets. What it promises, it delivers on.
Ubermark, Chocula...no hard feelings, right boys? <gives Mox a sarcastic look, prompting a positively unsettling smirk from the oft-stoic Moxie>.
Mox: See, make no mistake, guys; you did piss us off with your little skit time. That was your mistake. But that was only part of why you found yourselves buried under a pile of TV production equipment; see, the other part was simply a case of "wrong place, wrong time". The PR wants the Tag Team titles; you happen to be holding them. All you did was give us extra incentive <begins slowly rubbing hands together>
HMark: As I've said before, both Moxie and I are two of the three Triple Crown champions in EWT history. But while I may be the most prolific EWT World Champion in history, and while we both rank as perhaps the greatest Tri-State champions this company has ever seen...our Tag Title history is a bit, well, spotted.
Mox: No time like the present to rectify mistakes in the past.
HMark: Indeed. Oh, and, Handsome Boys? A word of warning, one you should be very familiar with by now: I. Don't. Lose. Title. Matches. When I challenged for the Tag Titles, I won them on my first try. When I challenged for the TV Title, renaming it the Tri-State title, <chuckles> I didn't need a rematch. And thrice I have challenged for the EWT World Title...and thrice I've won. Add in Moxie, who's violence, demeanor, and skill have made him just as prolific at winning gold as me, in an even shorter time...and the oddsmakers aren't exactly going to be friendly for the champs this time.
Mox: Count the hours and the days, gentlemen; your reign is up.
HMark: And THAT...is Gospel.
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