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Post by Ratings on Jun 19, 2006 12:35:35 GMT -5
(EWT ARENA - BACKSTAGE) (CARLA O. WOE is standing before the match board, noticing that she has been put into a match with SENSATIONAL CHERRY. Unbeknownst to her, ERIK MAJORS slowly approaches from behind. He hovers over her until she turns around to leave. Once she sees ERIK, she gasps and presses her back against the match board. ERIK leans in close, inches from her face with a dark smile) ERIK: "Miss me?" CARLA: "C-Can't say I did." ERIK: (sarcastically) "My heart weeps." (ERIK looks over CARLA's head at the match board) ERIK: "Oooh, looks like you are got some competition this week: Sensational Cherry. Now there's a dame who's got it going on. Though I must say, she's not the one who I have my eye right now." CARLA: "Flattering will get you nowhere." (ERIK chuckles) ERIK: "I'll take that bet. Now I was thinking, after Maxx & I take care of the Sunshine Squad this week, you and I go out for some candlelight dinner at dusk and then we go back to my place at midnight and have some fun all the way to dawn. What do you say?" CARLA: "Look Erik, I don't think I can make it any more clear than this: I'M. NOT. INTERESTED. Okay? Now, please, leave me alone." (CARLA tries to walk away, but ERIK grabs her by the wrist and pulls her closer to him) ERIK: "Now listen her you little tease. I let your little actions last week slide, but now you're really being difficult. You think you can just shoot me down like that? That never happens to guys like me. Do you understand?" : "HEY!" (ERIK & CARLA turn into the direction where the voice came from, as does the cameraman who focuses on TONY "VIPER" CHANG; wearing his wrestling attire and "I'M HARDCORE" T-shirt. With a look of fury in his eyes, he approaches the two) TONY: "Get your damn hands off of her." (ERIK glares at TONY, who shoots him a similar stare back at him; before he slowly lets CARLA go) ERIK: "Well now princess, if it isn't "your knight in black eyeliner"." (ERIK turns away from TONY and looks at CARLA) ERIK: "Be seeing you." (ERIK departs, leaving CARLA and TONY, both furious at the man's actions) (FADE OUT)
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Post by Ratings on Jun 19, 2006 13:40:02 GMT -5
(EWT ARENA - RINGSIDE)
(FADE IN to RATINGS standing in the center of the ring in his wrestling attire (Design #1, Color Scheme #2) amongst a chorus of boos while his entrance music plays in the background. With microphone in his hand he waits for the music to fade to a silence and begins to talk)
RATINGS: "I-I can't believe I'm doing this... I can't believe I'm reducing myself to this level. But it appears I owe you bottom feeders with no style, no class, no prosperous future--an apology. Last week, I promised you all that I would be debuting the hottest, latest, greatest, occasion since the "Ratings International Invitational": The "Ratings Streetfight Invitational". But, due to my injuries sustained at Kingdom of Hurt--you know, the STREETFIGHT that I won, beating CHRIS JAMES 1-2-3 and becoming the king of the streetfight, I was chose not to compete and heal my wounds. But such a decision comes with penalties. I'm not really into this whole "wrestling slang", but it appears that I might be into the proverbial "dog house". So, for the sake of my destiny as the greatest, wealthiest, and most handsome, wrestler that has ever graced this business; EWT, rejects of society known as EWT fans, I apologize. From now on, Ratings is going to be in action each-and-every week, because that's what you people want. Lets face it, you don't save up your pathetic wages just to buy a ticket to see... Chris James. You don't fish through your outdated couch for nickels and dimes to pay the cable bills just so you can tune in to watch... Generation Tech. No, you buy those tickets, you tune in each and every week to see... Me, Ratings; me & Boogie Knights 3000; me... and the Elite. I'm the greatest wrestler of yesterday, today and tomorrow; and tonight, I'll prove it. To make up for last week's absence, the "Ratings Streetfight Invitational" will kick off with a bang! I promised you a match last week, and that was a promise I couldn't keep. So, rather than fight one mystery opponent tonight, I will fight two... at the same time. Yes, that's right minimum wagers, Ratings will be involved in a STREETFIGHT HANDICAP MATCH!!! Now the rules for the "RSFI" are simple: the same rules that apply to an normal streetfight and that of course means... there are no rules. The only catch is that no one, not even I, know who my opponent or in this case, opponents, will be. So enough waiting, lets get this show on the road! MYSTERY OPPONENT NUMBER ONE, COME ON DOWN!!!"
(For a few seconds nothing happens, then "King of Kings" by Motorhead begins to play and the crowd goes wild while a look of panic appears on RATINGS' face)
NICK "THE INTELLECT" RUSS: "Oh my goodness! You know who this can be!?"
JEROME "THE LORD" EAST: "I dunno... I mean, he seemed really happy up in Connecticut. I know he has enemies and that beard was kind of weird at first but..."
NICK: "Not HIM! That music can only mean one EWT Superstar, The Mercenary! And he's coming to kick Ratings... w-wait a damn minute! What the hell is this!?"
(The cheering crowd becomes confused that leads to anger when they don't see THE MERCENARY step onto the stage, but a 120 pound beanpole of a person dressed like him. He walks and acts in MERC's mannerism as he approaches the ring, where RATINGS is laughing in his own amusement. Once MERK enters the ring, RATINGS approaches him with mic in hand)
RATINGS: "Wow! I can't believe it! Ladies & gentlemen, the first challenger to accept the "Ratings Streetfight Challenge" is none other than... your beloved Mercenary!!!"
(the crowd boos at the obvious imposter, who tries and fails miserably to look intimidating)
RATINGS: "This is amazing! Though I must admit, you do look different... Did you do something with your hair?"
(MERK grabs a hold of the mic in RATINGS hand and brings it closer to his face)
MERK: "I... will... show... you... no..." (takes a moment to use his inhaler) "...M-Mercy."
RATINGS: "Alright, calm yourself. Save it for the match. Well I must say, this is quite the surprise. If you are just one of my opponents, then the possibilities are endless on who the second guy is going..."
(Just then, the "4 Horsemen" theme begins to play and all eyes are on the entrance stage. The crowd knows what EWT Superstar uses this as his theme, but after the debut of MERK, they are somewhat hesistant to cheer. Sure enough, out comes a 500-pound imposter of the OUTLAW, complete with a childrens' plastic mini-cowboy hat, a cowboy vest 3 sizes too small, his gut and love handles exposed to the crowd; and jeans missing the top button. The crowd boos as the OUTLOL slowly makes his way to the ring, much to the delight of RATINGS, who is laughing hysterically on the canvas, holding his stomach. The OUTLOL proceeds up the ring stairs, stopping to catch his breath at the second step - and enters the ring. Much like MERK from before, OUTLOL tries to look intimidating with little success. A teary-eyed RATINGS gets back to his feet and approaches OUTLOL)
RATINGS: "Un-frickin'-believable! It's... the Outlaw!!! But from the looks of it, you... you seem to have put on a li---------l bit of weight, haven't ya? I'm curious, why do they call you the Outlaw anyway? Isn't because... you've been outlawed from fast food restaurant across the nation? My goodness, what happened? Did you eat Sally Struthers on your way to the arena or what!? But you know what, enough of the fat jokes, lets get down to business. Now, it has occured to me that not only will be fighting in this handicap match, but I will fighting the alter-egos of my nemesis--who I defeated in a street fight--Chris James. It's the "Outlaw" and the "Mercenary" against me. Boy, I can't believe what I have gotten myself into. I don't think I handle this. I don't think..."
(Suddenly, RATINGS unleashes a superkick to the chin of the OUTLOL, sending the obese impersonator crumbling to the canvas. RATINGS then clotheslines MERK over the top rope and to the outside. RATINGS begins stomping the stunned OUTLOL repeatedly, following up with a run to the farside ropes and nails OUTLOL with a baseball slide to the face. RATINGS turns his attention to MERK now, exiting the ring and Irish whipping his lanky opponent into the steel steps before tossing him back into the squared circle. RATINGS grabs a steel chain--similar to the one he used during his street fight with CHRIS JAMES--from underneath the ring and begins choking OUTLOL with it. RATINGS wraps the folds the chain up while he enters the ring; he proceeds to whip to chain across the back of MERK, who cries out in agony. After tossing the chain aside, RATINGS leaves the ring and grabs a steel chair from the timekeeper's table. As he slides back into the ring, OUTLOL is getting back to his feet. As OUTLOL turns around, he is knocked out cold with a thunderous blow to the skull from the chair-wielding RATINGS. With OUTLOL unconscious, RATINGS discards the chair, turns, and waits for MERK to stand up. When MERK finally does, he walks right into a charging RATINGS who takes him down with "The Finale". RATINGS drags MERK's motionless body over to the OUTLOL and puts him on top of him. RATINGS proceeds to stand on top of the two, posing a la Randy Orton; while the REF counts the pinfall attempt)
1... 2... 3!!! *bell rings*
WINNER: RATINGS
(The crowd boos as RATINGS continues to pose before demanding a microphone from GARCYA. GARCYA obliges and RATINGS begins to speak)
RATINGS: "You see that? Not only have I beaten you, Chris James, but I've beaten both of your pathetic egos!"
NICK RUSS: "Egos my ass. The only ego I see in the ring is Ratings, that jackass."
RATINGS: "No matter who you are, you can't beat me, Chris James. And after the massacre I put you through in our Street Fight, just think what I can do to you in our Hell in a Cell match."
(RATINGS tosses the mic away as "Keep on Liftin'" begins to play. RATINGS leaves the ring, heading up the ramp, grinning from ear-to-ear while the crowd boos maliciously)
(FADE OUT)
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Post by chanceconfidence on Jun 19, 2006 14:11:13 GMT -5
OH IT'S TIME... IT'S TIME... IT'S CHANCE TIME!!!
The familiar tune of Chance Time starts up as the ring has once again been set up to look all nice and neat, with the same black leather furniture, royal purple carpet, and of course... the slightly tarnished giant four face clock, with Chance' mug in the center of each one. He strolls his way down to the ring, this evening wearing a shiny gold jacket, under an equally shiny silver shirt and matching pants. He smirks, vaulting into the ring, pulling out his headset microphone thing and putting it on, flopping back into the easy chair in front of him and sinking into it. He smirks a bit.
Chance: Well hello there again you twits... your physical and mental superior has arrived, I suggest you all take notice.
The crowd chooses to instead take aim, lobbing garbage at Confidence, who ignores it. Chance sighs.
Chance: You jerks always have to ruin the mood don't you? I mean... it's not every night that the Hottest New stable in the EWT decides to come on Chance Time! You don't see Heartburn Shitman Bret Micheals getting the kind of guests I do. You don't hear Shorty Short lining up the guests I do... and hell, I've only been on for a week! But like I say, anything Chance touches turns to solid gold. And no, I don't mean in that stupid King Midas way. But enough of this blathering on, please welcome my guests this week... TEAM IRELAND!!!
A rocked up version of “Amhrán na bhFiann starts up as the crowd douses Team Ireland with a series of light boos. They haven't been around yet to get SUPER heel heat yet, but they get enough. Coach Pat O Hare leads the way, followed by Aidan Donnelly, Liam O Neill, The Celtic Giant, Shane Malone, and Sean Mccann on crutches, hobbling behind and bringing up the rear. Everyone enters the ring no problems, except Mccann of course, who has to be helped inside by the others. They walk over and sit on the leather couch reserved for guests.
Chance: Well hello there gentlemen. Nice to see somebody with a tad bit of class around here.
O Hare nods, shaking Chance's hand.
O Hare: Ah, thank you there Mr. Confidence. Your's is the only one we'll do.
Chance smirks, laying back a bit.
Chance: Well I wouldn't put it past you boys. I mean, Chance Time rated higher than the ratings last week then those other two schmoes could ever dream of getting! I'm not surprised of course... I mean, like I always say... Chance equals HUGE RATINGS!!!
The crowd boos as Chance says this, obviously not agreeing.
Chance: But anyway, let's get down to business. enough about me... for now at least. So tell me, I don't know any of you really... so why don't you go around introducing yourselves.
The Coach nods.
O Hare: Fair enough. As you all you out there know, I'm the coach of Team Ireland, Pat O Hare.
He gives a smug grin, as the crowd boos.
O Hare: To my left would be the Team Captain of Team Ireland, The Irish Destroyer, Aidan Donnelly!
The camera pans to Aidan's face, him smiling a bit and waving.
O Hare: Next to him would be the second in command I suppose, Liam O Neill!
Liam is seen looking back and forth a bit uneasily.
O Hare: After that would be the powerhouse of Team Ireland, The Celtic Giant, Shane Malone!
Shane is seen, looking all menacing and angry and such, foaming at the mouth a bit.
O Hare: And last, and for right now obviously least, that injured guy.
Sean looks over at O Hare!
Sean: Hey!
O Hare: Alright fine... Sean Mccann
Sean Mccaan smiles all triumphantly, but he still gets booed like the others.
Chance: Alright then... I'll never remember all those names, so screw it... I'll just point to you if I want to talk.
O Hare: Fair enough I guess...
Chance: So then, first things first... got anything on your mind. Maybe stemming from this little situation.
Chance grabs a remote and clicks it, turning on the Chance Channel. It shows a replay of the Team Ireland and Nyrds segment from last week. O Hare has a rather sour look on his face as he watches this little scene again.
O Hare: Those Nyrds... how dare they turn down our Irish Hospitality! We just wanted to celebrate things with those two... try and makes a few friends backstage you know?
Chance: I could see what you mean. Those Nyrds probably haven't been to a party since that Pokemon crap was popular. Bet while everyone was at the prom, they spent the night with each other trading Pikachus.
Team Ireland laughs
O Hare: Heh... well I dunno about that. But I do know this. Nyrds... you punks are not in our good graces right now. You should've known better to turn us down... and I'm telling you boys, you're gonna regret it more then you regretted spending your teen years playing Dungeons and Dragons!
Chance smirks a bit at this comment.
Chance: Well then, you hate the Nyrds. What's new? I hate the Nyrds... you hate the Nyrds... almost everybody hates the Nyrds! Well except all these shmucks sitting in the audience. Hell, they'd worship a seal if it somehow managed to learn how to do a 1080 Degree Flippity Flop!
The crowd boos, except a few morons who actually cheer at this thought.
Chance: What else you gents have on your minds then?
Aidian: Well... I've got a few words for Toomi. Who does he think he is... booking some nobody in a Tri-State Championship Match for their debut?! I mean... what the hell is that all about. Why wasn't one of Team Ireland booked instead. I mean, obviously you know Chance, that we deserve that title shot more than some guy named SMARKY.
Chance: Heh... Smarky sounds like the name for some kind of stupid circus animal.
Aidian: Exactly... Smarky isn't a name at all. So why should that kid get a title shot before anyone of us?
Chance thinks a bit.
Chance: Well obviously Smarky decided to give Toomi a bit of " encouragement " under the desk. How do you think A-Bomb got into this business hmmm? By being a good wrestler?!
The crowd boos rather loudly for this little remark.
Aidian: Smarky... I don't know who the hell you think you are... but Team Ireland has got it's eye on ya.
Chance nods.
Chance: Alrighty then... anything else?
Liam looks up, raising his hand.
Chance: You know, this isn't a bloody classroom!
Liam: Erm... uh sorry. I was just gonna comment on how we keep getting booked against joke teams. Last week it was the BWO... and this week the Spirit Squad? What the hell man? Does that Toomi think that we aren't good enough to tangle with anyone that's a serious competitor?! Instead, we get lined up against a bunch of nobodies who wouldn't know good wrestling if it bit them on the arse!
Chance nods.
Chance: I feel your pain. My debut match was against BLOODY Eugene of all people. But at least I got to give that stupid little prick a Confidence style thrashing. He didn't even got a move in edgewise!
Confidence smirks.
Chance: But anyway, go on with... whatever you were talking about then.
Liam: Toomi if you really wanna see what we can do the ring, why don't you give us credible opponents... so we can show you just how skilled Team Ireland really is! We can gurantee you won't be disappointed.
Chance: Alright then... that's leaves those other tow. You got anything to say there.
He points at Shane. Shane of course, says nothing...
Chance: Alright whatever. What about you... the guy with the crutches.
Sean: It's SEAN MCCANN! And I'm just as big a part as Team Ireland as anybody else.
Chance looks him over and shrugs.
Chance: Whatever... I don't care really.
Sean: What... why not?
Chance: Simply put... Team Ireland has nothing to do with me... Chance.... Confidence. So why should I? And besides... you couldn't beat me up if you tried, with that pair of oversized pair of chopsticks under your arms.
Sean gets up off the couch and glares at Chance.
Sean: Listen here you...
Chance hops up and kicks one of Sean's crutches out from underneath him, sending him down to the mat. He smirks, sitting back down.
Chance: Well alright then... I'm guessing that's all you've guys have got to say.
O Hare looks at the rest of his boys and shrugs.
O Hare: Yep... pretty much.
Chance: Alright cool... then that concludes the Second Edition of Chance Time. See you next week... not that I want to of course, but trust me... you'll be tuning in just to see me... and maybe a few of my guests.
He smirks as Sean Mccann lays face down on the ground, trying to get back up... and failing miserably.
Fade to commercial.
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Post by craigkendo on Jun 19, 2006 16:10:11 GMT -5
*We're backstage, with Tony Chang lacing up his boots in the Connection's locker room, ready for his tag match with 3 Minute Warning. He hears a knock on the door.*
Chang: Come in.
*The figure enters, and Tony smiles. The figure turns out to be Carla O Woe.*
Tony: Hey...
Carla: Hey...I don't believe I got to thank you for back then...
Tony: (flattered, but keeping his cool) Don't worry about it...as I said, you deserve better than Erik.
Carla: (rolls eyes) Yeah, don't I know that...listen...you think I could accompany you guys to the ring tonight?
Tony: (taken aback) Well..it's a bit short notice, but I guess...
*Craig Kendo enters the locker room.*
Kendo: Chang, our match is now...are you prepared?
Chang: Actually, it's a LOT short notice...hey, Master Kendo, you don't mind if Carla accompanies us to the ring, do you?
*Kendo contemplates this slightly.*
Kendo: Very well...but this had better not affect your concentration, Chang.
Chang: (develops a grin) Tony Chang's concentration can't be broken, I'M HARDCORE!!!!
*Kendo sighs, and leaves the locker room as Chang and Carla follow. We cut to the ring as "Ich Will" hits. The Connection, accompanied by Carla, make their way out to a great pop.*
Chimel: The following tag team contest is scheduled for one-fall! Introducing first, to be accompanied to the ring by Carla O Woe...from Newark, New Jersey and Seoul, Korea respectively, at a total combined weight of 589 pounds...Craig Kendo and Tony "The Viper" Chang...THE CONNECTION!
*The Connection enter the ring, and appeal to the crowd as Carla enters, keeping her eye on Tony Chang. Uncle Kraker then blares over the Toomi-Tron as 3 minute warning, accompanied by Rico, make their way out.*
Chimel: Aaaaaand their opponents, to be accompanied to the ring by RICO, at a total combined weight of 708 pounds...Rosey and Jamal...3 MINUTE WARNING!!!
*Rosey and Jamal run the ring, and slide in, staring down The Connection. Jamal chooses to leave the ring, leaving Rosey and Chang as the legal men as Kendo backs away to his corner.*
*The bell rings, and the match is underway. Chang strides up to Rosey, and shoves into him, cockily. The crowd pop for this as Rosey looks bemused by Chang's apparant foolhardy actions. Rosey shoves Chang with such force that Chang falls backward...but Chang rolls to his feet, and comes straight back at Rosey aggressively, striding over to him with some choice words for trash talk. Rosey eventually slaps Chang hard across the face...Chang turns by the slap, but telegraphs it with a spinning heel kick!!! Rosey falls as Chang nips up, and stands on Rosey's chest! Chang then screams out "I'M HARDCORE"...before Jamal rushes in with a huge power clothesline to Chang, knocking him flat.*
*Kendo tries to enter the ring, but the referee holds him back. Jamal backs away as Rosey gets to his feet, lifting the fallen Chang up as he does so. Rosey pushes Chang to the ropes, and then sends him to the corner with an Irish Whip. Chang hits the corner hard as Rosey charges in for a running avalanche splash...Chang counters by hopping up to the corner, and leaping over Rosey with a sunset flip...Rosey struggles against it, trying to keep his balance. Rosey reaches for the ropes...and Kendo comes out of his corner with a running Mafia kick from the apron!!! Rosey falls back into the pin!*
1, 2...
*Rosey kicks out as Chang gets to his feet, now pumped up! Rosey rises to one knee, about to get to his feet as Chang rushes Rosey with a mushroom stomp to the back, before running over to 3 Minute Warning's corner for a shot at Jamal! Chang's shot is enough to provoke Jamal to enter the ring. Jamal grabs Tony by the wrist, and pulls him in for a short-arm clothesline...Chang ducks the attack and pulls Jamal's arms into a straight jacket as he goes behind Jamal, leaping over for the CONSTRICTOR!!!*
*As the referee sees to the downed Jamal, Chang goes back to Rosey, who is groggily trying to recover. Chang slaps the mat and prepares Rosey for the Viperbite Kick...Rico is in the ring, taking advantage of the distracted ref! Rico charges in at Chang with a spin kick...Chang ducks this...as Carla O Woe comes off the turnbuckle with a diving hurricanrana to Rico, sending him out of the ring!!! Carla then smirks at Chang, who nods appreciatively, before quickly turning to Rosey, and completing the VIPERBITE KICK!!! Chang then calls the ref over as he goes for the pin!!*
1, 2, 3!!
Winners: The Connection.
*Carla slides back into the ring to raise Chang's hand as Kendo enters the ring, politely applauding Chang and Carla with a solemn expression on his face. Carla then reaches over to Chang for a short peck on the cheek before heading to the back. Chang looks stunned by this as the crowd cheers Chang on, chanting "HE'S HARDCORE!!" Kendo simply sighs at this as Chang's expression changes to one of a jubilant man.*
*We fade out into the next segment.*
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Post by vivian on Jun 20, 2006 9:42:44 GMT -5
Announcer: The Following Tag Team Contest is scheduled for one fall!
The Stayin Alive Remix by N-Trance pumps up via the Toomitron and out dance Maxx Awesome and Eric Majors, ready for action. The crowd boos them rather heavily as they head towards the ring.
Announcer: Introducing first, Respectively from Midtown New York, and San Diego California, at a combined weight of 469 pounds, they are... The Boogie Knights 3000!!!
The Knights look quite smug as they roll into the ring, awaiting their opponents, looking cool, calm, and cocky. They await their opponents, not having to wait long as If You're Happy and You Know It Clap Your Hands Starts up and out skips Vivian.
Vivian: OK boys and girls... are you ready to be happy?!
Crowd: NO!
Vivian: Hee hee... good thing it's opposite day today, just like it was last week when we beat those Nyrds again... so without further ado, let me introduce to you... your UNDEFEATED Idols... The Sunshine Squad!!!
The crowd boos as Vivian blatantly lies, the Squad then skips out from the backstage area, seeming quite pleased to be in this match as they stroll down to the ring, hopping onto the apron and climbing inside, running around excitedly in circles before stopping in front of the Knights, who look posilutely scared... not from their opponents though, but how they are acting of course.
Vivian: Rrrrrrrrroll call!!!
Sal: Smiley Sal!
Sal does a bit of a Lindy Hop into a Monkey
Hal: Happy Hal!
Hal does a Do Si Do around Erik Majors into a Running Man.
Both: And we are.... The Sunshine Squad!!!
They do the little Disco pose, you know the fingers sticking out and up thing. Majors and Awesome look at each other, absolutely baffled at these two... well, nut-jobs! Majors snatches Vivian's microphone.
Majors: OK... I'm gonna be completely honest with you two... bozos. So yeah, listen up. YOU TWO NEED THERAPY!!!
Awesome nods in agreement, taking the microphone now.
Awesome: Yeah... and not the kind you've been getting from Miss Never Frown there!
Vivian looks all shocked, but still smiles. Sal takes back the microphone forcefully handing it to Vivian.
Vivian: Well there... Boogie Knight Boys... I was gonna wish you two luck... but not any more! Go get em boys!
She rolls out of the ring as the bell rings, Sal and Hal immediately clocking Awesome and Majors with a series of Tandem punches, sending them reeling back into the ropes, groaning a bit. Sal and Hal look at each other, then Irish whipping in Stereo, sending them richoeting off the ropes as the two men catching them, hoisting them up for a Double Pendulum Backbreaker! Awesome and Majors ack, holding their backs in pain as Sal and Hal high five, then roll their respective opponents over onto their stomachs, now focusing some nasty alternating stomps into the back area... softening them up a bit further. The two look at each other, eying Majors and backing up, then charging forward with a double punt to the side... sending Erik rolling right out of the ring and to the outside! He clutches the area, looking pretty sore right now. The match has so far been all Sunshine Squad. They then lift up Awesome, nailing a double knee to the gut, causing them to hunch over, as Sal hoists him up from behind with a waist lock, Hal runs off the ropes again, charging forward and nailing a STIFF knee to the gut of Awesome, Hal then dropping him to the mat as the referee finally gets things under control. making one of the Squad members get out of the ring, in other words Sal.
Hal meanwhile grabs Awesome by the leg, spinning him around, lifting him up high, and slamming him down hard with a knee smash! Awesome cringes a bit as Hal once again lifts and slams his knee down hard. Awesome tries to roll off to the side, but Hal still has him lifted up, hoisting up one more time and slamming his knee once again into the mat! Awesome groans, clutching the area in pain as Hal runs over, tagging in Sal. Sal eagerly runs over, charging and going for a BIG elbow drop, but Awesome manages to roll out of the way! Sal hits the mat hard as Awesome gets to his feet, clutching his sore leg and looking pissed. Sal sits up, only for Awesome to level him with a stiff kick using his good leg, followed by another and another. Sal stays up, but clutches his chest area as Awesome charges forward leaping over, coming off the ropes, and hitting a Rolling Neck Snap! Sal goes on his back, clutching the neck area slightly as Awesome smirks, walking over and tagging in Majors, who heads into the ring.
Sal gets back to his feet as Erik charges in, hitting him with a powerful clothesline, sending Sal stumbling back a bit. He backs up and charges forward for a second one, nailing it and taking Sal down to the mat with this one. He lifts Sal back up, chopping him in the neck area, sending him back down. He then leaps up, nailing a fist drop into the throat area! Sal groans, rolling around a bit, clutching the throat area as Majors gets back up, hoisting Sal back up and running forward, slamming his face into the turnbuckle... I mean, boot of Awesome, who has propped it up on the turnbuckle corner. Majors quickly tags out as both men enter, struggling to lift up Sal and nailing a Tandem suplex! The two men then proceed to start stomping viciously at Sal, keeping him down on the mat. Sal groans a bit more, Majors reaching down and grabbing him with a waist lock, hoisting him up in a bearhug position as Awesome backs up, nailing an Maxx Factor to the face, as Majors then launches him with a release german suplex to the mat, sending Sal flying and hitting the mat hard. Awesome walks over and goes for the first cover of the match. 1....2....
Sal manages to kick out. Awesome looks pretty surprised here. He sits up Sal, running off the ropes and charging forward, going for a Shining Wizard, only for Sal to block it, swatting him away like a fly! Awesome hits the mat, getting back up and looking rather surprised. Sal gets back to his feet as Awesome goes for a Dropkick this time, again getting swatted away... Sal showing impressive power. He then lifts Awesome back up, grabbing him by the neck and walking back to his own corner, tagging in Hal. Hal reenters as Sal keeps him held, Hal delivering a nasty CHOP across the chest of Awesome, who hunches over a bit. He follows up with a series of a few more, Sal keeping the grip locked on. Hal then grabs Awesome, charging forward with him and nailing a Belly Flop suplex, which basically is him... slamming body first into the mat atop of his opponent. Awesome groans as Hal gets back up, grabbing and whipping Sal into the ropes... who comes running back off, Hal then launching him with a back body drop, with Sal turning into a Senton in midair, CRUSHING poor awesome under his weight. Hal goes for a cover as Sal rolls out of the ring. 1...2....
Majors charges in, delivering a nasty stomp across the back to break up the count. Hal gets up, looking at Majors and nailing a right hand, Majors shaking it off quickly and delivering a right of his own! A battle begins of the right hands, staying pretty even actually, until Majors instead uses a Kitchen Sink, slamming the knee right into the gut of Hal, hoisting him up and nailing a Spinebuster! Hal groans, clutching his back area in pain now as Awesome gets back up slowly, Majors exiting the ring, Awesome going for the cover. 1.....2.....
NO! Hal manages to kick out of it. Awesome gets back up, mounting and simply trying to Pummel him with some vicious punches, Hal not being too effected by them as he quickly overpowers the lighter Awesome, lifting up high as Sal runs in, charging forward and nailing a running knee to the elevated face of Awesome, who clutches it in pain, Hal throwing him off, getting back up, then lifting Awesome once again. Sal goes back to his own side.... looking for the tag as Hal gives him it, both men lifting up Awesome and RAMMING him back first into the turnbuckle, watching him slump down in the corner. The two men then give him their signature Double Facewash... for a move they like to call " Putting on a Happy Face " for some reason. They then back up, finishing the move with the double running boot to the skull! Awesome's head slams into the turnbuckle, watching as Hal climbs out, Sal hoisting him up to his Feet again, then setting him up onto the top turnbuckle! Sal then backs up, grabbing him from off the top for a flipping slam, but Awesome desperately clinging to the ropes with both hands... keeping him elevated. Sal growls, trying to use all his power to slam Awesome, until Maxx nails a kick to the back of the skull off the top! Sal loosens his grip, enough for Maxx to leap off and connect with MAXXimmum Impact!!! Sal's head bounces off the mat hard as Awesome grins, going for the cover, hook of the leg! 1....2.....
Hal grabs Sal's leg and puts it on the bottom rope! The crowd boos as Awesome looks victorious, thinking he got the three count, looking over at Majors, who is kinda... confused. The referee looks at him and shakes his head, pointing out what happened. Awesome looks absolutely pissed. He sets Sal back up again, climbing back atop for a SECOND MAXXimum Impact attempt. However, Vivian gets up onto the ring apron, distracting the referee and Awesome for a bit. Awesome looks over, as Sal is pulled out of the ring, while HAL takes his place, feigning exhaustion. And they do look pretty similar, especially with ring attire wise. Vivian smiles, finally hopping off the apron as Awesome resumes, going for the MAXXimum Impact again, only to get Caught in mid air by Sal/Hal. Hal hoists him up high... planting him with a big time Atomic Drop! Awesome acks, looking surprised as Hal spins him around once he's on the ground, lifting him up for a Sambo Suplex to the mat! Awesome groans, trying to roll over to the ring corner, Majors reaching out for the pin. Sal/Hal is now back up and on the ring apron, nobody the wiser of the switch... well maybe Awesome now.
Awesome desperately crawls over to the corner of his tag team partner, Hal grabbing him by the leg though and trying to stop him, Awesome however fights back, leaping up and nailing an Enziguri to the back of the head! Hal doesn't go down, but he does clutch the back of his skull a bit as Awesome makes the tag to Majors!
Majors runs in, taking Hal/Sal down with a nasty clothesline, Sal running in, only for Majors to run right through him with a second one. Hal gets back up, looking pissed, running right into an Overhead Belly to Belly... sending Hal flying! Sal is back up, running now, only for Majors to catch him, lift him up high and nail the Major Break! Sal bounces hard off the mat, clutching his back in pain. Hal groans, getting up once again, quite dazed obviously. Majors looks at Awesome who nods, positioning himself out on the ring apron. Majors lifts up Hal, as they are looking for the One Knight Stand when...
Carla O Woe and Tony Chang appear on the Toomitron! Majors looks confused... staring up at the screen rather confused, then watching as it seems they are both leaving the arena together! Awesome looks at him, wondering what the hell is going on with Majors! Erik drops Hal for a bit, walking over to Awesome who reluctantly walks over to his corner of the ring, where Majors tags him in! Awesome looks confused, Majors immediately exitting the ring and running backstage! Awesome watches baffled, entering the ring backwards, unaware of the Squad signaling for the end behind him. He turns around, just in time to get grabbed by Sal who launches him with the Fall Away Slam... Hal catching him and nailing the Powerslam! The two high five each other, Awesome groaning in pain, rolling around on the mat. Hal runs off one side of the ropes, Sal off the other, as they both leap off... SQUISHING poor Awesome with a double Big Splash! He cringes in pain, clutching his chest area, Sal then lifting Awesome up as the two proceed to lock on the Group Hug!!! Awesome gets easily manhandled by these two huge men, fading fast in the submission... eventually starting to succumb. The referee checks the arms, raises it up once... twice... three times. No response.
This one is most certainly over.
Announcer: Here is your winner... The Sunshine Squad!!!
The Squad celebrates in the ring, hugging each other and such when suddenly...
You Gene heads down excitedly to the ring, looking like he wants to join in on the fun. He's wearing a poorly made T-Shirt saying " Me Love Sunshine Squad Long Time! " The Squad look at each other as Vivian nods... You Gene entering the ring,walking over and all of them hugging... but not the kind of hug he wants! Sal and Hal clinch on a Second Group Hug, crushing You Gene who flails his arms wildly, looking to be in intense pain, almost crying. Vivian smiles, simply watching with the glee, finally the Squad dropping down a limp You Gene after long enough. Sal then lifts up You Gene, who's barely conscious, Hal ripping off his shirt and holding it front of him, then RIPPING it to shreds! The crowd looks shocked, booing angrily as You Gene watches sadly... his so called Idol tag team crushing his dreams... and his ribs. Sal drops him back to the mat as then all three of them quickly exiting the ring.
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Ratings
Dennis Stamp
Has a box of scraps
"YAY!"
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Post by Ratings on Jun 20, 2006 12:05:48 GMT -5
(A commercial advertising EWTBay.com airs)
(FADE IN)
(A fatigued MAXX AWESOME - still in his wrestling attire and favoring his back from the "Group Hug" by the SUNSHINE SQUAD - walks down the backstage hallway with a purpose. He passes some EWT crewmen)
MAXX: (to the crew) "Hey! You guys seen Erik Majors?"
(the crewmen shake their heads and shrug. With a frustrated scoff, MAXX continues his search. Seconds later, he finds himself before the doors leading to the parking lot. He pushes the doors open and sure enough, there's ERIK MAJORS; his back towards MAXX and his eyes staring into the distance. MAXX approaches his tag partner)
MAXX: "Erik! Hey Erik! What the hell was that!? We had the match won! We were a three count away from victory and you bailed on me! I got three letters and one number for you, man: BK3K; Boogie Knights 3000! We go in together, we kick ass together, we take names together, we--"
ERIK: "...She left with him..."
(MAXX looks at his alley, confused about his statement)
MAXX: "What?"
ERIK: "She left with him, rather than leaving with me..."
MAXX: "You talking about that Carla chick? Man, forget her! There's plenty of women out there for ya! So she turned you down, who cares!?"
(ERIK whips around, grabs MAXX by the neck and slams him against the wall. MAXX fearfilled panicked eyes meet the glare of ERIK's, buring with furious anger)
ERIK: "You listen to me, Maxx! NO WOMAN TURNS DOWN ERIK MAJORS!!! NO WOMAN TURNS DOWN THE "MAJOR PLAYER"!!! WOMEN LUST FOR ME, MEN ENVY ME, HOW DARE SHE TAKE A RAIN CHECK ON ME, ESPECIALLY FOR SOME PUNK WHO LOOKS LIKE AN EXTRA FROM THE DAMN MATRIK MOVIES!!!"
(He breathes heavily, while MAXX continues to look on in fear)
ERIK: "...I always get what I want... I always get WHO I want. You understand... partner?"
MAXX: "Y-Yeah, man. Clear as crystal."
(ERIK removes his grip around MAXX's neck, who begins exhaling rapidly)
MAXX: "So... what are you going to do?"
(ERIK remains silent for a few seconds, looking the other way)
ERIK: "I'll make them pay... I'll make them both pay."
(FADE OUT)
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Queen Rosa
Mike the Goon
All hail the queen!
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Post by Queen Rosa on Jun 20, 2006 16:58:39 GMT -5
Hoss Matthews: I'm being joined right now by the GND Champion Queen Rosa. Rosa, I'd like to get your response to the recent alliance made between D'Zee and Holly Vaughn.
Rosa: My thoughts? My thoughts are that they're just a bunch of whiny babies who still can't get over the fact that I beat their asses to win this title. So now you wanna join forces to try and stop me? Go ahead, knock yourselves out. But know this: if either of you think I'm going to let this title go without a fight, you're wrong. Dead wrong. I worked damn hard to reach the top only to let a couple of punks like you break me down. Sorry to break it to you, but you can't have everything given to you on a silver platter. I should know; I've been there. I used to think that way, but then I quickly learned that I had to earn my stripes instead of expecting everybody else to give them to me. Pretty soon you two will also learn what I learned. But until then, bring it on ladies. I dropped both of you before, and believe you me, I WILL do it again.
Hoss: It's also been confirmed that you will defend the GND title this week against Rachel Leigh Cook. What are your thoughts on that?
Rosa: I think that's great. I've watched some of her matches, and I can't wait to mix it up with her. Unlike Holly and D'Zee, Rachel's has some sense of dignity and respect for the other ladies of the GND Division. I think she'll make a fine champion some day. The only thing is, that day won't be today. Rachel, you're a fine competitor and I respect you, but you're going to have to do a lot to get this title away from my grasp. And if you think you have what it takes, well, we'll see when we step into the ring.
Hoss: And with that, let's send things back to ringside.
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Post by chanceconfidence on Jun 20, 2006 19:22:28 GMT -5
Sweetest Perfection starts up as Chance strolls back out to the ring, this time dressed in wrestling attire. But again, he wasn't even booked this week, so it's a mystery why he's out here.
Chance: Ladies and Gentlemen... the following exhibition match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, weighing in at an Magnificent 236 pounds of Perfection, the man all dream to be, yet don't even deserve to dream about... Chance.... Confidence!
The crowd looks confused as Chance smirks, still wearing that headset microphone of his. He flips into the ring, doing his usual entrance antics, then bouncing about the ring a bit. He claps for himself.
Chance: Now I'm sure you are all thinking.. " Wait Chance... didn't Toomi leave you off the match board? I mean, what are you even doing out here?! " Well moron, wonder no more, because I'll tell you. Seeing as last week, I put on a SIX Star match after I booked my OWN match, I thought I'd come out here tonight to top myself.
The crowd boos... obviously they don't agree with Chance's rating.
Chance: So without further ado... let me introduce my opponent for this week... one of the most experienced, aged, and technically sound people of our generation. Please welcome.... Mrs Groobermeyer!!!
The crowd gives a What the F*** look as suddenly, old timey piano music starts up as an old woman with a cane, glasses and a huge oversized purse toddles out from the backstage area... she gets booed into oblivion, but she doesn't seem to notice.
Chance: Introducing my legendary opponent this week... she weighs in at... maybe 186 pounds, she's known as a demon on the shuffleboard court and the ultimate force of Bingo... Mrs. Winnifred Groobermyer!!!
Mrs. Groobermyer climbs carefully into the ring, looking around look she has no idea where she is. The crowd boos as Chance looks absolutely frightened... feigning intense fear! His eyes go wide as he slowly trembles over towards Mrs. Groobermeyer, as he reluctantly signals for the bell.
He signals for a test of strength, The old woman just staring back, kinda drooling. Chance locks up with her wrinkled hands, then is suddenly PUSHED BACK BY HER! Well, not really... he's faking it. The crowd boos as Chance is almost completely pushed back by Mrs. Groobermeyer, looking like he has no chance to win. Suddenly he " miraculously " manages to fight back, getting his holding again, then grabbing her glasses and dropping them to the mat.
Chance: Oh look there... you dropped your spectacles!
Groobermyer: Dearie me... I better fetch them. Thank you sweet young man.
She bends down, crawling around on the mat, Chance smirking and SITTING right atop of her, pinning the shoulder's down. 1....2....3!!!
This " Match " is over. Chance slowly stands back up, stumbling around the ring, feigning absolutely exhaustion. He drops to his knees, attempting to catch his breath... looking to be absolutely shocked that he won. Mrs Groobermyer finally gets up slowly, with her glasses back on.
Mrs Groobermyer: Wait a second... this isn't Vegas.
Chance raises his hand, barely, as security walks over and carries out the old woman as the crowd boos furiously. Chance once again nips up, with another huge smirk on his face.
Chance: Oh my god... that match DEFINITELY topped last weeks! I mean, it's amazing how many legendary wrestlers I keep crushing.. it's bloody amazing! But who knows... next week I could finally fall to yet another legend of the ring! But you know what, just to prove myself wrong... that's a chance I'm willing to take.
Chance smiles, heading out of the ring, vaulting over the ropes and walking triumphantly backstage, to a huge plethora heat for wasting this crowd's time.
Fade to a Video package for Prophecy Reborn
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Post by The Lach is very tired on Jun 21, 2006 0:26:56 GMT -5
Bobby Cruiz: The following contest is scheduled for one fall & it is for the EWT Heavyweight Championship of the World!
*Galvanize plays & Spyke comes dancing down to the ring. He is dressed in a Gen. Tech shirt & he has the Swedish flag.*
BC: Introducing the challenger from Stockholm, Sweden weighing in at 225 lbs Spyke Johannson!!
*Spyke gets into the ring & he gets a good pop. Party Starter hits & Spaz appears the pop continues as Spaz makes his way down the ramp. He has the title over one shoulder & the Australian Flag over the other.*
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!!!!
*Spaz climbs into the ring & he holds the title up. Spaz & Spyke shake hands & the ref calls for the bell. The two men lock up & Spyke is able to get behind Spaz, he locks on around his waist. Spyke tries to take Spaz down but Spaz fights back with an elbow. Spyke recoils & Spaz locks onto his waist. Spaz tries for a release German Suplex but Spyke flips in mid air & lands on his feet! He then nails Spaz in the head with a dropkick. Spaz falls to the mat & Spyke grabs his legs & is trying to lock on the Pop Lock but Spaz kicks him off. Spyke flies backwards into the corner & Spaz nips up. He grabs Spyke & whips him across the ring Spyke hits the corner & Spaz charges & catches him with a clothesline. Spyke drops down & Spaz lifts him up again. He whips him across the ring & charges looking for another clothesline. This time Spyke gets out of the way & Spaz’s shoulder collides with the top turnbuckle. Spaz falls to the mat & he screams in pain, holding his shoulder. Spyke stands & pulls Spaz to his feet. Spaz is favoring his shoulder badly. Spyke lifts him up & nails a Spinebuster. He tries a cover.*
1 2 NO!
*Spaz kicks out. Spyke stands & pulls Spaz to his feet. Spaz is still heavily favoring his shoulder as Spaz sends him into the ropes. Spaz ducks a clothesline as he comes back but Spyke catches him with an elbow on the next bounce back. Spaz stays down & Spyke senses an opportunity. He heads to the corner & climbs up he dances & leaps off, he is looking for the Dancing Star Press but Spaz gets his knees up! Spyke takes the full force of both of Spaz’s knees in the gut. Spaz gingerly rolls over & tries a cover.*
1 2 KICKOUT!
*Spyke kicks out. Spaz’s shoulder prevented him from hooking the leg properly. Both men are slow to rise they get to a vertical base & trade punches, Spaz is only able to use one hand. Spyke ducks Spaz’s punch & grabs Spaz’s arm. He has him in a painful hold that is twisting Spaz’s bad shoulder. He is twisting Spaz’s arm & Spaz drops to his knees. Spaz is screaming in pain but he doesn’t give up. With a final, desperate lunge he sweeps Spyke’s legs out from under him with his free arm. Spaz tries to get some movement in his shoulder by rotating it but he is obviously in pain. Both men rise again & Spaz catches Spyke with a kick to the gut he grabs him & somehow he nails a Vertical Suplex. He pops his hips & stands looking for a second but his shoulder gives out. Spyke counters with a Vertical Suplex of his own, followed by a second. He stands looking for a third but Spaz fights out of it & he hits a down under DDT! Spyke is down but so is Spaz, he is unable to capitalise. The crowd start a Gen Tech chant & both men use the ropes to pull themselves up. They stare at each other & nod in respect of each other’s skills & they lock up again. Spyke is able to get some leverage & he has Spaz in a wrist lock, he then nails Spaz with a quick kick to the stomach. Spaz drops to his knees & Spyke nails him with a Shining Wizard. Spyke tires a cover.*
1 2 KICKOUT!!
*Spaz is still alive. He is slow to rise as Spyke signals to the crowd that he senses the end is near. He waits for Spaz to stand & he looks to hit the SwedeDT! Spaz blocks it & pushes Spyke into the ropes. As he bounces back Spaz nails a Shelton Benjamin style T-Bone Suplex. He holds on for the cover.*
1 2 NO!!
*Spyke is barely able to break the cover in time. Both men have stayed down & the ref starts a 10 count.*
1 2 3 3 4 5 6
*Spaz gets up & he pulls Spyke to his feet. Spyke pushes Spaz off & he swings at Spaz. Spaz ducks & locks on around the waist. He hits a German Suplex, followed by a second, Spaz is in quite obvious pain as he hits a third. He holds on & hits a fourth, followed by a fifth & a sixth which is bridged into a cover.*
1 2 NO!
*Spaz had to release Spyke the pain was too great. Spyke looks out of it now due to the suplexes. The crowd is willing both men to rise & continue. Neither man moves & the ref starts another 10 count.*
1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8
*Spyke gets up & he pulls Spaz up. Spyke is tired & his head & neck have just felt the brunt of 6 German Suplexes but he is able to set Spaz up & he nails the SwedeDT! If Spaz had stayed in the ring it would surely be over but the impact has sent Spaz out under the ropes to the arena floor. Spyke stands & climbs out between the ropes. He grabs Spaz & tries to roll him into the ring but Spaz fights him off. He nails him with a Shortarm Clothesline with his bad arm. Spyke goes down & Spaz drops to his knees & screams in pain. Spaz stands & with his good arm picks up Spyke & rolls him into the ring. Spyke stands as Spaz enters the ring. The crowd cheer the efforts of both men & they acknowledge it with a nod. The two men charge at each other & trade knife edge chops. Spaz catches Spyke’s hand & he pulls him in for a Gutwrench Suplex. Spyke is up quickly & he charges at Spaz. Spaz catches him in the gut with a kick & he lifts him up & he nails The Shockwave! He tries a cover.*
1 2 KICKOUT!
*Spyke kicked out of The Shockwave! Spaz’s shoulder is weakened & he could cover properly. The crowd can’t believe it & Spaz stands up, Spyke is down & he is in bad shape. Spaz catches his breath for a second & he then grabs Spyke’s legs & he locks on the Sydney Cloverleaf! Spyke is close to the ropes & he reaches out but Spaz pulls him back. Both men are screaming in pain Spyke from the Cloverleaf & Spaz from his shoulder. Spaz has Spyke just about in the very centre of the ring now, he is desperately trying to get to the ropes but he is too far away. After a few more seconds Spyke has no choice but to tap out. Spaz releases the hold & both men are down on the mat.*
BC: Your winner by submission & still EWT Heavyweight Champion of the World Spaz!!
*Party Starter plays but Spaz isn’t celebrating. Spyke struggles to his feet but Spaz is still down holding his shoulder. Spyke helps Spaz to his feet & the ref hands Spaz the belt. Spyke is obviously concerned for the well being of his friend & he helps Spaz out of the ring. Limey & Gasoline run down to ringside & they help both men, who are walking very slowly, up the ramp. The crowd is cheering for both men as they head behind the curtain.*
CUT TO PROMO FOR THE MAIM EVENT DVD
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Post by respectmeordye3 on Jun 21, 2006 10:14:04 GMT -5
Wilson Webb's generic music plays as he walks down the ramp and towards the ring, BWHAAAM! suddenly he's attacked from behind by Christian!
As the crowd boos, Christian gives the little person an unprettier right onto the steel ramp. He then picks his smaller opponent up and carries him to the ring--and tosses him like a bag of flour clear over the top rope and into the ring.
Climbing into the ring Christian sets Webb up onto the top turnbuckle and then gives him another unprettier from the top turnbuckle and to the ring apron below!
Christian covers Webb.....
1..... 2...... 3!
Christian has won.
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Post by Poker Joker on Jun 21, 2006 17:42:37 GMT -5
(The scene opens up in the lockerroom of the E.W.T. arena. Terri Runnels is standing there with microphone in hand. Behind her are Billy "The Virgin" Ubermark, Ultimo Chocula, and their manager, Moniqua. Billy is standing up and rubbing the back of his head. He has a bandage on his forehead where he was bleeding after being assaulted by Prophecy Reborn. Ultimo Chocula is sitting on a bench with a scowl on his face. Moniqua is holding an ice pack to the back of his head.)
*TERRI*: This is E.W.T. Reporter Terri Runnels, and I'm backstage with the Tag-Team Champions, the Handsome Boys Modeling School, who are getting ready for a tag-team match against the Prophecy Reborn.
(Terri turns to Billy Ubermark.)
*TERRI*: Billy, it looks like you two are still recovering from the attack by the challengers a couple days ago on the set of your television program.
(Billy turns to Terri, with an angry glare.)
*BU* (sarcasticly): No kidding? I really look that way? Gee, I wonder why?! I mean, we only got blindsided by those two gothic goofballs! They only hit hit me in the skull with a boom mic and smacked Chocula over the head with a video camera. (Billy starts yelling) OF COURSE WE LOOK LIKE WE'RE RECOVERING! We weren't expecting someone to break into our studio and start pounding on us for no rhyme or reason! Otherwise, we'd have been waiting for them!
*TERRI* (surprised): For no rhyme or reason? Billy, are you crazy?
(Ultimo Chocula suddenly stands up)
*UC*: What do you mean by that?
*TERRI*: I mean that you guys were awfully bold with the comments you were making on your television program. Personally, I'm surpsied that it took this long for somebody to try and get back at you for all of that.
*UC*: Come on! We were only trying to educate the couch potatoes out there watching at home.
*TERRI*: You were taking blatent cheap shots at the other tag-teams.
*UC*: Cheap or not, they were all true. We're the best thing to enter the tag-team division since..... since.... Hell, since nothing. We ARE the best thing to enter the tag-team division.... PERIOD. Everyone else in this division is subpar compared to us. If Prophecy Deformed can't handle hearing about it, then they should quit and make room for REAL challengers to our titles.... not that there are any. I mean, we're simply that damn good.
*TERRI* (repulsed): You're an ass!
*UC* If being 100% all the time makes me an ass, then HEE......HAW!
*TERRI*: So you two really believe that there was no reason for the Prophecy Reborn to come after you the way they did?
*BU*: Oh, there was a reason for it, alright!
*TERRI* (turning back to Billy): And what would that be?
*BU*: The obvious thing, of course.... it was an act of Virgin Discrimination!
*TERRI* (rolling her eyes): Oh, please!
*BU* (becoming defensive): You don't think so?! Well, you don't know these two guys the way I do! Especially Moxie! He's got a long history of inflicting acts of bigotry and hate against virgins.... especially me! Hell, he once went as far as to try and get me deported to Mexico so he could keep me away from the Tri-State Championship! A championship, I might add, that I eventually won, and then successfully defended against Moxie, himself! Obviously, he's still pissed that a Virgin has found success in this company, and now he's got his mind set on taking that success away from me! That’s not going to happen, though! I put his smug ass in its place once before, and I’ll do it again!
*TERRI*: Billy, you aren’t serious about all that, are you?
*BU* (shaking his head): Of course I am! What other reason could there be?
*TERRI*: Don’t you think that the things you and Ultimo were saying had more to do with what happened than your virginity?
(Moniqua suddenly steps past Chocula and right up to Terri.)
*MONIQUA*: How dare you!
*TERRI* (taken back): Pardon me?
*MONIQUA*: How dare you question either of my Handsome Boys about this ghastly incident, and then treat as though this is somehow THEIR fault! They were the victims of a brutal assault! Just look at them! Look at my poor William’s face!
(Moniqua walks over to Billy and gestures to the bandage on his forehead. Billy continues to scowl as Moniqua speaks.)
*MONIQUA*: Look at the bandage covering the wound he suffered at the hands of that jealous, hateful Moxie!
(Moniqua walks back over to Ultimo Chocula. She puts her arm around him in a comforting fashion. Chocula’s face turns into a sympathy-searching frown.)
*MONIQUA*: And my darling Ultimo! He was beating into unconsciousness with a microphone and a video camera by that brute, Hitman Mark! What could POSSIBLY motivate those two createns to do such unspeakable horrors to my precious Handsome Boys?!
*TERRI*: Well, for starters….
*MONIQUA* (Hollering and angered): SILENCE! There is NOTHING that could possibly justify the Prophecy Reborn’s actions! Nothing except envy towards my two gentlemen over their superior wrestling skills, and their status as tag-team champions! Neither William nor Ultimo is deserving of this treatment, and rest assured that we will not take it lying down.
*TERRI*: But what….
*MONIQUA*: ENOUGH!….
(Moniqua takes her arm off of Chocula. She looks at Billy, and then at Ultimo.)
*MONIQUA*: William! Ultimo! Come with me! There is no need for you to be subjected to this kind of treatment. We will prepare for our match against these two heathens in another place.
(With that, Moniqua walks out of the picture and leaves the lockerroom. Billy gives an icy stare to Terri, and then follows after Moniqua. Ultimo Chocula stays for a couple of seconds.)
*UC*: You shouldn’t push her like that, babe. She gets awfully testy with reporters, anyway.
*TERRI* (shaking her head): You knucklehead! Are you really that dense that you can’t see how you two started this whole deal?
*UC*: Of course I can! We beat every team that came at us in this fed. Ended up winning the Tag-Titles. And showed the world just how great a team we are!
*TERRI*: You forgot the part about running your mouths about your opponents on a national television program.
*UC*: No, I didn’t.
*TERRI* (incredilous look on her face): You mean, you DIDN’T sit on national television with Billy Ubermark and make fun of all of the other tag-team in the E.W.T.?
*UC*: Oh, no! I did that! I just mean that I didn’t forget about it. (Ultimo chuckles) That was fun.
*TERRI* (disgusting): You’re pathetic.
*UC*: I’m also young, talented, great-looking, and one hell of a mambo dancer. I figure that off-sets all of my negative points… not that I have any, that is.
*TERRI*: *groan!* UUUGH!
*UC*: Yo, I’ve gotta catch up with the others! Smell ya later, Toots!
(With that, Ultimo Chocula hurrys out of the lockerroom. Terri watches him leave with the mic in her hand, and a frustrated look in her eyes as the scene fades to black.)
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Post by crauswell on Jun 21, 2006 18:42:59 GMT -5
As we return from commercial break, Crauswell is seen, looking up at the lights above, then looking directly back into the camera.
Crauswell: Kingdom of Hurt... a few weeks ago, I lost... I lost to Chance Confidence. I LOST TO CHANCE CONFIDENCE!!! But I'm not mad... because I proved my point... he had to hit me with everything he had just to pin me once... and then he had to KILL himself just to get that second fall. Well congratulations Chance... but it means nothing. My vigor is still at an all time high. My animalistic instinct still begs to be satisfied... by me destroying anyone who hates my kind.
The furry looks back to one side, then over to the other.
Crauswell: Perhaps you all remember something... my debut match. MY DEBUT... where I crushed a former EWT Superstar Theo Rumm... and I thought I had gotten rid of him. I thought I had humiliated him enough, being crushed by someone he had never seen before... SOMEONE NONE OF YOU has ever witnessed.
The furry paces around a bit.
Crauswell: That was back when I was feared... and respected for the most part. In my first few months... I WAS INVITED personally to appear on the Psychadeli's little interview show. I WAS GIVEN a title opportunity on many occasions before. But then it all went downhill... I had begun to forget why I came in then first place... and that was gain respect for all FURRIES! You people didn't care about us... you didn't even know who we were... until I came here. I opened your eyes to our plight, and you continue to hate my kind! It makes me SICK!!!
He looks down at the ground for a second, composing his thoughts, before looking back up.
Crauswell: Now that I've returned to my roots... to my instinctive ways, I have never felt so VICIOUS... so DESTRUCTIVE... it's a feeling that's practically orgasmic. A feeling that I have learned to love... and so this week, when I go out to face the Heartbreak Kid... Shawn Michaels, I am once again, going to prove my superiority and show everyone backstage that I am KING of the JUNGLE that is EWT. And if anyone... ANYONE... wants to get in my way, YOU WILL BE DEVOURED!!!
Crauswell looks through his mask eyeholes with a look of anger, before slowly walking away... as we fade to the next segment.
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Maelstrom
AC Slater
The Tide Will Turn!
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Post by Maelstrom on Jun 22, 2006 7:21:13 GMT -5
(after the break)
We are at ringside and Lillian Garcia is in the ring to announce the next match
LILLIAN: The following match is for one fall .... Introducing first ...
The classic 'Pomp and Circumstance' begins to play around the arena as Lillian continues her announcing
LILLIAN: He weighs in at 235lbs ..... he is the Tyrant of Teaching ...
A crash of Pyro bursts from the stage as Principal Pain walks out through the curtain. He scolds a couple of fans as he makes his way to the ring. Pain climbs the ring steps and enters, calmly removing his glasses before awaiting his opponent.
LILLIAN: His opponent ...
The crowd already begin to boo as they know who is about to come out, Smoke begins to form on the stage as the opening chords of 'Apocalypse Please' begins to play over the speaker system.
LILLIAN: He weighs in at 287lbs .... The Denizen of the Deep ....
The smoke rises as the Pyro explodes
LILLIAN: Maelstrom!!
Under the cover of the smoke stands Maelstrom his stance showing purpose, but giving nothing away at what he may be thinking about. He walks to the ring as the Fans let him feel there resentment with boos and chants too crude to describe on these pages. He climbs the apron and enters the ring. Principal Pain watches his opponent, calculating how to attack. Maelstrom awaits the encounter.
Bell rings
The two men cautiously approach each other, Pain knows that if he can beat Maelstrom then he should be next in line for a shot at Spaz's World Heavyweight Title. the two men who the crowd really don't care for tie-up. A brief test of power is underway but Maelstrom sends the Principal tumbling across the ring. Maelstrom methodically goes after his foe. A few lefts and Rights are exchanged but Maelstrom seems to be winning the battle, he blocks a Pain right-hand and scoops him up and over for a shoulderbreaker! .. Pain in agony rolls to the outside. Principal Pain holds his shoulder as Maelstrom shouts at him to get back in the ring. Pain is playing it smart and slowly climbs the ring steps. The referee forces Maelstrom to hold back as Pain enters the ring. Pain agrees to tie up with Maelstrom again, but learning from before that force won't work here gives Maelstrom a quick poke to the eye and then rolls him up with a school boy. How apt for a teacher of the ring!
1,2 ....
Maelstrom kicks out of the cover and goes after Pain but walks straight into an inside Cradle ...
1,2 ...
Maelstrom kicks out again, Pain however is not going to lose his advantage and begins to kick and stomp away on Maelstrom as he gets up. Pain measures Maelstrom just as he stands and nails him with a DDT! ... cover ...
1,2 ...
Maelstrom kicks out again .. Pain is still pressing his offense and dishes out some axe handles to Maelstrom's back. Maelstrom continues to rise despite the clubbing blows. Pain lashes out with a right hook in frustration. Maelstrom saw it coming though and grabs the fist in one hand! ..Maelstrom twists on the arm causing Principal to feel some pain of his own. Maelstrom then knocks him down with a clothesline. Maelstrom picks up Pain and decks him with another short clothesline and then covers ...
1,2 ..
Pain kicks out and tries to leave the ring, but Maelstrom grabs hold of him and flings him into the ropes. Pain comes back and tries for a clothesline. Maelstrom ducks though and on the rebound flips Pain over for a flapjack!! ... Pain holds his head as Maelstrom locks in a single-leg boston crab. Principal Pain yells out in agony as he struggles to reach the ropes. Maelstrom is not making it easy though as he strains to keep Pain in the centre. Pain looks like he may tap ... but no he clenches his fists and slowly crawls towards the ropes ...
The crowd who have been enjoying the match, begin to chant a 'We Want Pain!' ... either they are cheering for the lesser of two evils, or they want both combatants to hurt each other!
Pain reaches the ropes and the Referee breaks it up. As Pain tries to recover the referee admonishes Maelstrom for taking to long for releasing the hold! ... Maelstrom not happy with this threatens the Referee, but is so busy doing so he fails to see The Principal attack from him behind with a dropkick! ... Maelstrom stumbles forward and into the Referee knocking him out. Maelstrom turns around and takes a swipe at Pain, but misses Pain seeing his opening applies a waistlock and its the Satisfactory Suplex Series .. German, Dragon and tiger all hit there mark ... but there is no referee to make the pin count.
The crowd chants .. (1) (2) (3) ...
Maelstrom kicks out as the fans chant 3, but with no referee we don't know if it was enough to win the match. Pain clearly thinks it was and is furious he had this match won! ... he goes to the referee to try and wake him up, but the Referee is still out like light. Pain turns back to Maelstrom who is still down on the mat. Pain approaches ... Maelstrom Kips Up right in-front of Principal Pain!!! ... Pain is in shock!! ... Pain tries a punch to the face, no effect. Another same result ... Pain in desperation tries a huge roundhouse kick! .. But Maelstrom grabs his leg and headbutts him! ... Pain is reeling from the headbutt and walks straight into the waiting arms of a Maelstrom .. Powerslam!! ... there is no Referee for a cover though, but Maelstrom isn't interested in pinfalls as he drags Pain to his feet and kicks him in the gut. He lifts him above his shoulders ... and begins to spin ... and spin ... and spin ... the pace quickens on each turn, whilst Pain looks like he is about to throw up ... the referee has manged to get to his knees just as Maelstrom brings Pain down hard from the ultimate spinning nightmare of a powerbomb that is the Whirlpool!!
1 ... 2 ... 3.
The Bell Rings
LILLIAN: Your winner ... Maelstrom!!
The crowd starts up a 'We won't Turn!' chant, while the Referee raises Maelstrom's hand. Chance rolls out of the ring to the floor. Maelstrom takes a microphone from a stagehand.
MAELSTROM: ... The waters are getting rougher Spaz! ... the dangers of the sea lurk around you waiting ... Waiting to pull you under Spaz ... I know this, because I know you ... sooner or later you or they will crack and thats when the water rushes in!
The crowd boos Maelstrom and starts a 'Spaz!' Chant
MAELSTROM: Time is running out Spaz, how much pressure can you take? ... when will those cracks begin to fracture? ... It could be soon or it could be later, but I intend to speed things up. You rest up, because at the next PPV I want you in this ring! For your EWT Heavyweight Title ... and next wee-ummmph!
Principal Pain is back in the ring and has hit Maelstrom in the back with a chair!! ... The crowd cheers, but Maelstrom is still standing from the blow. Pain rears back for another shot .. but Maelstrom knocks the chair out of his hands! ... and then flings Pain over the top rope and to the outside. Maelstrom grabs the chair and throws it like a discus at Pains head! ... Pain ducks just in time, Pain curses at Maelstrom as he heads to the back.
MAELSTROM: As I was saying ... Next Week I challenge any one from Generation Tech to a match ... you all claim to be the greatest stable in EWT history, how about you try and prove it. One of you versus me! ... No weapons, no interference. Just pure wrestling! after all thats what you Generation Techies claim to be all about ... so c'mon who will it be? Spyke, Gasoline or Limey? ... Who is the best man to face me? .. I'm sure you three can decide on that ... but trust me on this, who ever it is, there Tide Will Turn!!
Maelstrom flings the mike to the floor and leaves the ring, 'Apocalypse Please' plays as he goes, the Crowd continues to boo as we cut to commercials.
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Post by thesunshinesquad on Jun 22, 2006 13:51:47 GMT -5
Sunshine and Lollipops starts up as we return from commercial as Dr. Vivian and Her Sunshine Squad head down to the ring. The crowd boos them all as Vivian smiles, holding something behind her back, as Sal and Hal walk over to two guys in the audience, obviously plants, yanks them out and throw them out of their seats. They then steal those same seats, Sal taking a magic marker out of his... trunks and scribbling over a Spaz sign to write " I Luv the Sunshine Squad! <3 ", then holding up in plain sight of their manager. Hal pulls out a pair of megaphones out of his own tights, handing one to Sal as the two cheer loudly and annoyingly. Vivian smiles, sitting down.
Vivian: Hello boys and girls! Coming up next... I have a match with that super duper Sperm Dumpster herself, Lita!
The crowd boos Lita as well.
Vivian: Well, you know... I thought that since all you people were wondering exactly WHO Mrs Lita has been sleeping with, I'd bring along the actual list of them all. Here... let me show you it!
She lifts up and holds... a phone book. Dr. Vivian then puts it back down and starts turning pages to the A's section.
Vivian: Alright then lets see... A.J. Acliam, Aaron Aguilera ooh... . That's an interesting one...Abel Abstein, Ace Adodonil, Achim Albrecht, Adam Agerson, Adam Agerson II, Akeem... hmmm, no last name on that one.
The crowd boos, except for the Squad who cheer loudly through the Megaphones, starting up a Dr. Vivian Anemone chant. Some smarks in the crowd join in for no reason.
Vivian: Alan Applebee,... Amelio Artendio, Andy Avery, Antonio Armadillo... that's a weird last name...
Eventually, Lita's music starts up as she runs down to the ring. Obviously, she's had enough of this too. She slides inside, only for Vivian to slam her in the face with the phone book, sending her stumbling back. She tosses it out of the ring as the bell sounds.
Vivian grabs Lita's arms, nailing a quick arm wrench, keeping hold of it and going into a Hammerlock. Lita acks, as Vivian applies a bit of pressure, before switching to another arm wrench. Lita groans, soon after getting tossed with an arm drag, sending her across the ring. Vivian smiles, taking off her doctor's coat, tossing it into the audience... specifically Hal and Sal, who act like they just got Bret hart's Sunglasses or something. The doctor then proceeds to continue her assault, as Lita blindly charges forward, right into a drop toe hold. Lita groans, as Vivian grabs her by the leg, lifting up and nailing a knee smash! The crowd boos as Vivian hoists it up again... slamming Lita's knee into the mat once again. She then, keeping hold of the leg, starts simply stomping at the area, trying to destroy Lita's vertical base. She cringes in pain, rolling around on the mat now, clutching it as Vivian let's up for a bit, only to drag her leg and prop it up on the ropes, using them to propel her into the air, into a stomp right across the leg area once again! Lita's yelps in pain as Vivian smiles, setting her up again for another one, leaping up... and missing as Lita desperately moves out of the way. She gets to her feet... with difficulty, nailing a forearm to the back of the head, then hitting a Rolling Clutch pin... 1....2..
Vivian quickly kicks out. She still looks happy, clutching her neck a bit, but not really hurt. She gets to her feet as Lita goes for a kick to the side, it's caught by Vivian. She pulls her forward, nailing a capture suplex! Lita groans, holding her neck now as Vivian goes after the same leg again, lifting it up high into the air, then yanking down hard and slamming it into the mat! Lita cringes, clutching it in pain. Vivian smiles, still having a grip on her leg, leaping up with a leg drop right across it. The crowd boos, Hal and Sal cheering through those damn megaphones.
Vivian waves to the boys, lifting Lita back up to her feet, pulling forward for a knee lift to the gut! Lita groans, hunching over as Vivian grabs her for a quick neckbreaker, dropping her to the mat. Lita groans as Vivian once again goes for the leg, grabbing it and trapping it in her own legs, falling down and hitting a falling leg breaker! Lita groans... trying to get to her feet again, getting halfway before getting taken down by a quick sweep kick from Vivian! The crowd boos as the woman gets up again, smiling and running off the ropes, coming back and nailing a backhand spring moonsault splash! She goes for a cover. 1....2....
Lita manages to kick out. Vivian looks surprised. She lifts Lita back up to her feet, whipping her hard into the turnbuckle! Her back slams hard into it, as she groans, clutching the area in pain. Vivian walks over, setting her up top the turnbuckle, backing up and going for that top rope handstand, leg scissors take down... but Lita counters, catching her by the legs desperately and shoving her back! Vivian is back on her feet confused, as Lita leaps off and hits a desperate Litacanrana!!! Vivian goes for a loop as Lita tries for a pin. 1....2....
NO! Vivian manages to get the shoulder up. Lita can't believe it! She sets herself up top of the turnbuckle, looking for that " moonsault " of hers when... Sal and Hal start up a chant... this time" Lita's a Bob Saget " Not surprisingly, the crowd soon joins in. Lita gets a bit distracted, looking at everyone and telling them to shut up. She tries to steady herself for the moonsault while, unknown to Lita, Vivian is back up. She charges forward, SMASHING her in the sore leg with a forearm, dropping her on her tush on the turnbuckle, seated. Vivian smiles, climbing atop, grabbing her and nailing a Spider German Suplex! Lita groans, down on the mat as Dr. Vivian quickly ascends the top, then nailing a picture perfect " Smile High " Lita groans, pretty much out of it now as Vivian goes for a cover. 1....2....3!!!
And Dr. Vivian Anemone picks up another victory.
Announcer: Here is your winner... Dr. Vivian Anemone!!!
Vivian hops down, celebrating in the ring as the Squad runs in, all three of them hugging, before Vivian looks back at them and nods. The squad get the message, rolling out of the ring and grabbing two chairs as Vivian holds up Lita's already sore leg. The two men then nail a Conchairto right across it! Lita's screams in agony, the thing seemingly broken now. Vivian smiles, taking a microphone and leaning down.
Vivian: That'll teach you to have loose morals won't it?
She smiles, skipping out of the ring as the Squad follows, the crowd dousing them with boos as they exit.
Fade to a Video Package for Spyke Johanson
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Post by teamireland on Jun 22, 2006 16:36:50 GMT -5
KENNY! JOHNNY! MITCH! NICKY! MIKEY! AND WE ARE... THE SPIRIT SQUAD!
*The Spirit Squad's peppy music begins playing over the Toomitron's sound system, but before they even make it to the ring Amhrán na bhFiann hits & Coach O'Hare, carrying a Hurley with an Irish Tricolour attached, along with the rest of Team Ireland are on the ramp. Sean McCann is still in crutches following the incident on "Chance Time" which exacerbated his injury. The Spirit Squad stop just outside the ring as O'Hare is also carrying a mic.*
O'Hare: Stop, cut our music, stop everything! This is just ridiculous! We've been here for two weeks & THIS is the best competition Toom E. Dangerously can come up with? We've faced a trio of ECW rejects & now a bunch of male cheerleaders who are having issues with a pair of has-beens that covered them in slime... *Team Ireland begin marching down the ramp.* That being said *O'Hare is face-to-face with Kenny.*, we're still going to do our best to kick your arses!
*O'Hare hits Kenny over the head with the Hurley, then Nicky. Sean McCann starts swinging his crutches around wildly & manages to hit Mitch square in the neck, before losing his balance & falling over. The bell rings & the match is officially underway. Johnny & Mikey are brawling with Liam O'Neill & Aidan Donnelly inside the ring before the referee ushers them outside as "The Celtic Giant" rolls Mitch into the ring & begins going to work on his neck with a series of elbows. In the meantime, EMTs have arrived to attend to Sean McCann, Nicky & Kenny & they are taking them away from ringside on stretchers.
Malone makes his way over to the Team Ireland corner & tags in Donnelly. Malone hefts Mitch up for a German Suplex as Donnelly leaps up & catches Mitch with a neckbreaker as he comes down. Mitch is clearly in agony as he huddles on the mat clutching his neck & the back of his head. Donnelly is really working Mitch's neck & takes him over with a snapmare before locking in a chinlock. Even a simple move like this causes Mitch unbearable pain & his team-mates clearly understand this as Mikey runs in & kicks Donnelly in the back making him break the hold. The referee then ushers Mikey back to his corner.
Donnelly makes it back to his own corner & tags in Liam O'Neill who is intent on causing Mitch even more pain! He twists at Mitch's neck & drops him with a series of neckbreakers. He then makes a signal with his hands, as if he were tying something. O'Neill gets to his knees then picks Mitch up. Mitch's head is resting on O'Neill's shoulder almost in a musclebuster type position, & O'Neill is tying Mitch's legs around eachother.
The remaining Spirit Squad members attempt to run in to break up this attempt at "The Celtic Knot", but a met with a swift dropkick from Aidan Donnellt & a powerful lariat from Shane Malone. Meanwhile, it is clear that Mitch is just in too much pain. He has passed out in "The Celtic Knot". The referee checks his arm, it drops once.... twice..... thrice. The match is over.*
Tony "The Garc" Garcya: Here are your winners... TEAM IRELAND!
*Amhrán na bhFiann plays once again as Team Ireland rather angrily make their way backstage, but not before getting a few kicks & stomps in on the Spirit Squad & draping the Irish Tricolour over their prone bodies.*
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Deamon Cohln
Don Corleone
AND THAT'S THE GODDAMN TRUTH!
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Post by Deamon Cohln on Jun 23, 2006 11:27:10 GMT -5
*The screen shows just one image. A Pentagram with the final line missing. The letters D an C are in the place of the line. A voice comes over the screen, it has a familiar aspect to it, like a voice from long ago.* Voice: My short time before was just a warm up for the damage to come. I have honed my skills. I have honed my mind. Now I am ready to return to you all. To return to take what is rightfully mine. I'll take it all. *The screen bursts into flames but the pentagram still hold steady.* Voice: AND THAT'S THE GODDAMN TRUTH!
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Post by Moxie loves Natalie on Jun 23, 2006 19:38:21 GMT -5
<Moxie is seen in the back>
<Moxie wipes some orange slushy-type drink from his lip, then sits on the PR bench in the Locker Room, he begins writing on a sheet of paper>
<Moxie reads aloud, what he's writing>
*written*
Dear Billy,
Thank you for letting myself and HMark on your show. It was a... rewarding experience. It's been a while since we chatted, and it was so nice to have my fist in your face again. I know I may have come off as a bad guy, but you know me. Sometimes, I can't control my temper...
Anyways. Thank you again, and please accept this gift from the most decorated tag-team in the EWT Today.
Love,
The only other person in the world to get half naked and sweat with you... Moxie
*/written*
<Moxie folds the paper into thirds and puts it in a box wrapped in wrapping paper>
<He then passes it of to a courier, and the courier rushes to deliver it... Moxie just stands there and his normally stoic look turns to one of laughter as we fade out.>
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Post by #Classic Hi-Definition X on Jun 23, 2006 21:33:35 GMT -5
*Cut back to ringside. "Youth Gone Wild" is playing*
RA: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is for the EWT Tri-State Championship. In the ring is the challenger, from Des Moines, Iowa, weighing in at 210 lbs., SMARKY!
*Smarky waves to the fans who give him a decent reception. Then "Sexy Guy" starts up*
RA: And his opponent, being accompanied by Sensational Cherry, from Calgary, Alberta, Canada, weighing in at 232 lbs., he is the Tri-State Champion, the Heartbreak Hitman BRET MICHAELS!
*HBH and Cherry walk out to the boos of thousands of fans. HBH has a mic in his hand*
HBH: So, this is your first match in EWT, eh? How lucky to be you. No, wait, I mean how unlucky to be you. For you see, you're going up against the greatest Tri-State Champion in EWT history. I just got through defending this title in the biggest match ever, the Megadeth. And now I plan to make short work of you, and the reason is because, quite frankly, a man of your stature doesn't deserve to be in the same ring with me.
*Crowd boos. HBH is stepping into the ring*
HBH: So the way I see it, you have 2 choices: you can either lay down, let me pin you and you can be on your merry little way; or I can kick your ass all over this ring. What's it gonna be?
*Smarky walks up to HBH, thinks it over for a few seconds, and then sucker punches HBH*
The bell rings to start the match. Smarky is really laying it into HBH with some hard right hands. He whips HBH to the ropes and connects with a roundhouse dropkick. Smarky runs to the ropes and hits him with a running head scissors. HBH crawls to the corner to help himself up. Smarky stays on him by climbing the turnbuckle and starts punching him.
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10!
Smarky keeps the momentum going by grabbing HBH, climbing to the second rope, and jumping off with a tornado DDT. He hits an Asai Moonsault and pins him.
1... 2...
HBH kicks out. Smarky picks him up and hits a backbreaker. Then he attempts a whip, but HBH counters with a kick to the stomach. HBH capitalizes with a DDT. He picks up Smarky and hits a swinging neckbreaker. Next he rams his shoulder into the ringpost, following up with a pumphandle slam. After hitting a quick leg drop, he covers Smarky.
1... 2...
Smarky kicks out. HBH picks him up and hits a shoulderbreaker. He hits a leg drop on that left shoulder, then applies an armlock. He gets to his feet and wrenches the left arm, then hitting it with an elbow. HBH takes down Smarky with a reverse painkiller. Smarky tries to reach the ropes and eventually does. HBH breaks the hold and stomps him viciously. The ref steps in to stop HBH.
HBH: Get the hell outta my way!
HBH walks back over to Smarky, who suprises him with a small package.
1... 2...
HBH kicks out. Smarky hits HBH with a few punches. He then runs to the ropes, but is stopped with a spinning heel kick. Cherry is at ringside smiling and clapping. HBH bangs Smarky's head on the turnbuckle and stomps a mudhole in him. Next HBH runs at him with a knee to the face. He poses in the ring as fans boo loudly. He picks up Smarky and drops him with a butterfly suplex. He climbs to the top. He jumps off for an elbow drop, but Smarky moves out of the way. The ref starts counting to 10.
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Both men are back to their feet. They exchange right hands, but Smarky eventually gets an advantage. He's striking with a flurry of punches and kicks. He whips HBH to the ropes and hits a back body drop. Smarky clutches his left shoulder which is still in pain, then drops HBH with a couple of clotheslines. Next he hits HBH with a jumping calf kick. Smarky pins him.
1... 2...
HBH kicks out. Smarky attempts to lift HBH on his shoulders, but his left shoulder won't allow it, so HBH takes advantage with a jumping arm breaker. He climbs to the second rope and hits a diving elbow. He goes for the cover.
1... 2...
Smarky kicks out. HBH locks in a crossface. With the crowd now solidly behind him, Smarky starts crawling toward the ropes. It takes him a few moments, but he gets there. However, HBH refuses to break the hold, so the ref starts counting to 5. HBH breaks it after 4. He picks up Smarky and places him on the top turnbuckle. He climbs it and attempts a superplex, but Smarky blocks it and headbutts him off the turnbuckle. Smarky then jumps off with a corkscrew moonsault for a pin.
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HBH kicks out. Smarky keeps things going by locking in an Indian Deathlock. Now it's HBH that has to reach the ropes. He frantically struggles to reach the ropes, but gets there. Smarky breaks the hold and bodyslams HBH. He signals for the end and the crowd cheers. He climbs the ropes and jumps off for a 5-Star Frog Splash. However, HBH moves at the last minute. HBH gets to his feet and strikes Smarky with some Sweet Chin Muzak. He goes for the pin.
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3! *Bell rings*
RA: Here is your winner and STILL EWT Tri-State Champion, the Heartbreak Hitman Bret Michaels!
*The ref raises HBH's arm in victory before. HBH then walks over to Smarky*
HBH: Welcome to EWT, b****!
*HBH picks him up and tosses him out of the ring. He then grabs a mic*
HBH: For the past few weeks I've been defending this title against all comers. And all of them have fallen before my feet, thus proving that I am the greatest Tri-State Champion in history. There is nobody- and I mean NOBODY- back there that can beat me for this title. And if anyone has anything to say about that, then step up to the plate. But rest assured, like the punk I just got through beating, you WILL feel some Sweet Chin Muzak!
*HBH takes his title from Cherry and the two head backstage*
*Cut to a commercial*
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Post by Ronnie L. Cordova on Jun 24, 2006 0:53:30 GMT -5
Maria is shown backstage with Rachael Leigh Cook.
Maria: Hi! I’m here with “rising” EWT Superstar, Rachael Leigh Cook. Now Rachael, people call you a “rising” superstar. I don’t get it.
RLC: What’s not to get?
Maria: Well, they say you are rising, but you haven’t left the ground. Nor are you getting taller.
RLC: (pauses) Well aren’t you just adorable? Now what did you want to ask me?
Maria: Oh! How do you feel about getting a shot at Rosa’s Girl Next Door Championship?
RLC: I feel really good. I think that Toomi booked this match for me, because he sees something in me. Rosa is a helluva competitor and it’s gonna be a hell of a fight. Whether I win or lose, I’ll feel good, that I gave it my all. And trust me, if I don’t win tonight, don’t think I won’t be back for another shot!
“What You Waiting For?” by Gwen Stefani can be faintly heard in the background
Maria: Good luck, Rachael, your match is next!
RLC: Thanks.
We cut to the EWT Arena, where after a few seconds, Rachael emerges from the curtain.
Lillian: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and is for the EWT Girl Next Door Championship! Making her way to the ring from Brooklyn Park, Minnesota, Rachael Leigh Cook!
Rachael enters the ring and appeals to the fans, who give her a decent pop. “It’s My Time” hits the arena speakers and Rosa comes out with the GND belt slung over her shoulder. The fans give her a huge pop, as she strolls to the ring.
Lillian: And her opponent, she is the Girl Next Door Champion, Rosa!
Rosa enters the ring and holds the belt up high, to which the crowd pops for again. Rosa hands the belt to the ref, who holds it in the air. Rosa and RLC shake hands and the ref calls for the opening bell.
Bell rings
Rosa and RLC lock up. Rosa slips her arm under RLC’s and hits a hip toss. RLC snaps back up and hits one of her own. Rosa stands up and whips RLC into the ropes. RLC comes back and Rosa hits a standing shoulder block. RLC goes down. Rosa runs and bounces off the ropes and attempts an elbow drop, but RLC rolls out of the way. Rosa grabs her elbow in pain. Rosa is in a seated position, as RLC hits the ropes and connects with a low dropkick to the back of Rosa. RLC with a pin attempt.
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Rosa kicks out at 2. RLC stands up, but Rosa hits a drop toehold, and into an STF! Rosa has the move locked in, but RLC is right by the ropes to break the hold. RLC is still down on the mat. Rosa goes to the top rope, and waits for RLC to stand up. RLC stands and turns around. Rosa leaps off the ropes and attempts a flying hurricarana. Rosa wraps her legs around RLC’s head, but RLC’s is able to stop the move. RLC looks to counter into a powerbomb, but Rosa counters that into a picture-perfect DDT. Rosa with the pin.
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2! RLC kicks out at 2. Rosa stands up and signals for her Northern Lights Driver, RLC stands up, but right when Rosa is about to attempt it, D’Zee and Holly Vaughn rush the ring! D’Zee hits Rosa with a hard kick to the stomach, and Holly hits RLC with a clothesline. The ref calls for the bell. Lillian approaches the ring to get the ref’s decision.
Lillian: Ladies and gentlemen, the ref has ruled this contest, a no-decision. Therefore, Rosa is still the Girl Next Door Champion.
D’Zee and Holly concentrate the beatdown on Rosa. RLC taps Holly on the shoulder. Holly turns around and RLC hits her with a Roaring Elbow, then sends her out of the ring! D’Zee stops stomping on Rosa to yell something at RLC, but then Rosa grabs D’Zee’s ankle, and RLC sends her to the outside with a clothesline! D’Zee and Holly stare angrily into the ring, as Rosa and RLC celebrate in the ring. Rosa holds RLC arm in the air. Rosa points and yells something at D’Zee and Holly. Rosa then continues to celebrate with RLC in the ring, as we fade to commercial.
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Post by #Classic Hi-Definition X on Jun 24, 2006 10:11:22 GMT -5
*We come back from commercial and still at ringside when "Cherry Pie" starts playing*
RA: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, being accompanied by the EWT Tri-State Champion, the Heartbreak Hitman Bret Michaels, from Sacramento, California, SENSATIONAL CHERRY!
*Cherry walks down to the ring with HBH by her side. Fans are booing, but a few wolf whistles can be heard. The pair get in the ring and pose for a while. Then "She's Got Issues" starts*
RA: And her opponent, from Rochester, New Hampshire, CARLA O WOE!
*Carla walks out to a great pop. She salutes the fans and throws up the horns. She then looks at Cherry and mouths off "You're going down!". She runs to the ring and the two women start going at it*
The bell rings to start the match. Carla and Cherry are rolling around on the mat, trying to get an advantage on the other. This continues for a few moments until Carla pushes Cherry off.
Carla: What am I doing? I'm better than this. I'm a WRESTLER, for crying out loud!
Carla launches herself at Cherry with some punches and stiff chops. She whips Cherry to the ropes and lands a dropsault. Next she picks her up high for an atomic drop. After following up with a hurricanrana, Carla goes for the pin.
1... 2...
Cherry kicks out. Carla picks her up and attempts a whip, but Cherry reverses it. HBH grabs Carla's leg from the outside. Carla turns around and looks angrily at him. Meanwhile Cherry takes advantage with a bulldog. She picks up Carla and whips her to the ropes, hitting a clothesline. Then she mounts herself on top of Carla and slaps her numerous times. Cherry gives HBH the thumbs up. HBH gives her the thumbs up back. Cherry picks her up and... OMG, she does a dropkick! CHERRY JUST HIT CARLA WITH A DROPKICK! Now excited over that move, Cherry pins Carla.
1... 2...
Carla kicks out. Cherry picks her up and hits her with a few forearms. She whips her to the ropes. Carla ducks an attempted clothesline and hits Cherry with a flying lariat. Getting fired up, Carla keeps the momentum going with a running enziguri. She picks up Cherry and drops her with an STO. She signals for the Eye Candy, but before that can happen, HBH enters the ring with a chair. Carla sees this coming, however, and hits HBH with spinning wheel kick, kicking the chair into his face. Cherry comes up from behind with a victory roll pin, grabbing the tights.
1... 2...
CARLA KICKS OUT AND TURNS IT OVER INTO A PIN ON CHERRY!
1... 2...
3! *Bell rings*
RA: Here is your winner, Carla O Woe!
*The ref raises Carla's arm in victory, but then she's attacked from behind by HBH. HBH is now stomping her on the mat, and Cherry decides to join him. HBH then picks up Carla and holds her up so Cherry can slap her. This prompts Tony Chang to run out to the ring with a kendo stick. HBH and Cherry see him coming and bail. They head up the ramp while Chang checks on Carla. He then looks back furiously at HBH and Cherry*
*Cut to the next segment*
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