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Post by The Lach is very tired on Nov 10, 2006 5:24:31 GMT -5
*Spaz is walking through the hallway talking on a cellphone. Sum Guy wanders up to him.*
SG: Spaz, can I grab a comment about your match with Ratings?
S: Sorry Guy I am trying to close a deal here. You said 1.4? I think I can do better, give me a chance to call one of my guys. I will talk to you in about 15.
*Spaz disappears down the hallway as Sun Guy looks on with a puzzled look on his face.*
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Post by Poker Joker on Nov 10, 2006 17:32:18 GMT -5
(The scene opens up in the back of the E.W.T. Arena. Mean Gene Okerlund is standing in front of the camera in one of his rented suits. He adjusts the earpiece he's wearing, and then begins his segment in typical Mean Gene fashion.)
*MEAN GENE*: Hello, wrestling fans! Mean Gene Okerlund, here, and boy have I gotta tell ya... the E.W.T. has become a hot-bed for action as of late. With the World Title currently around the waist of the gigantic Maelstrom, all eyes are looking for a clear-cut #1 contender to his championship, and with me here today is one of the men who thinks that he should be that contender. Ladies and gentlemen.... Billy "The Virgin" Ubermark.
(Billy Ubermark enters the picture beside Mean Gene. The camera pulls back a little bit to get them both in the shot. Billy is wearing his street clothes, including his trademark "Fight Virgin Discrimination" t-shirt and his waist-length leather jacket.)
*MEAN GENE*: Billy, you have a big challenge ahead of you. The Commissioner has spun his wheel, and you have wound up in a First Blood match with the one and only "Heartbreak Hitman" Brett Michaels. Your thoughts on this match, and how it might affect you for a World Title shot in the future?
*BU*: How should this match affect me for a World Title shot in the future? Simple.... it SHOULDN'T. I'm the hottest young superstar in this company. I'm a former Tag-team and Tri-State Champion. I'm the most amazing athlete to ever enter an E.W.T. ring. And most importantly, I'm the guy who should've had a World Title match on at least three different occations. In fact, one could argue that I should've BEEN the World Champion by now. So regardless of what happens in my match with H.B.H., I don't think there's any question that I SHOULD be the next man in line for a shot at the World Title.
(Mean Gene Okerlund nods his head.)
*MEAN GENE*: OK, Billy. Interesting thoughts, but I might point out that several other superstars in this company might disagree with you. Among them would be the former E.W.T. Chamion, Spaz.
(Billy gets an exasperated look on his face and rolls his eyes.)
*BU*: Of course! Spaz! Do you know how sick and tired I am of hearing about how Spaz might disagree with me, or that Spaz might think something else? As far as I'm concerned, Mean Gene, Spaz can go rot in Hell, because I could care less about anything that the Golden Boy of the E.W.T. might think or say.
*MEAN GENE*: I see, but Billy, Spaz....
(Billy cuts Mean Gene off and glares at him, angrily.)
*BU*: Spaz, nothing! Didn't you hear me? I don't give a damn about anything to do with Spaz, except putting him in his place and showing him off to be the second-rate chump that I know him to be! Do you realize that the ONLY reason why I haven't become the World Champion, yet, is because of Spaz?! He's been continually screwing me out of title shot after title shot!
(Billy sticks out his right hand. He extends one finger as though counting on it.)
First, he almost lost the title to me prior to "The Sky's The Limit," but got lucky when Maelstrom interfered!
(Billy extends a second finger on his hand.)
Next, he REFUSED to give me a rematch for that title which I DESERVED since our last match ended in a no-contest. But instead, he did some work backstage and got me shoved into a contest for some stupid, second-rate belt while he went on to have a match with Maelstrom.
(Billy extends a third finger on his hand. This time he pauses for a few seconds, shaking the hand in front of Okerlunds face as if to emphasize his point before he starts talking.)
Then, after Spaz LOST the World Title in convincing fashion, there was supposed to be one last title defense for Maelstrom just prior to the next pay-per-view. Everyone... EVERYONE knew that there was only one clear choice for who would get that title shot.... ME! But somehow Spaz, a man who had just gotten his ass handed to him by old squid-face, was seen as the logical choice to put in that match instead.
*MEAN GENE*: OK! Billy Ubermark, you've gone far enough! There is no proof that Spaz was behind any of those things that you mentioned!
(Billy clinches the fingers on his hand up into a fist.)
*BU*: NO PROOF?! Did you see what happened to me during that tag-team match last week, when I was forced to team up with Spaz against Ratings and H.B.H.?! I got intentionally screwed by the man who was supposed to be my own partner!!! He blind-sided me in the middle of the ring for no reason what so ever! Even Ultimo Chocula never did something like that to me
*MEAN GENE* (shocked): No reason what so ever? Billy, as I recall, you weren't exactly being the perfect partner to Spaz!
(Billy leans in towards Mean Gene. His voice raises to a holler as he grabs the microphone.)
*BU*: Oh, sure! Take HIS side! Why not?! Everyone in this company does. Like I said, Spaz is the E.W.T.'s golden child. He gets everything he wants handed to him on a silver platter, and he gets a pass for every damn thing he does wrong in this company, and I'm SICK OF IT! Like I said before, the man BLIND-SIDED ME in the middle of the ring! That's the kind of man Spaz is, and that's why there isn't a single doubt in my mind that he was directly behind my continually getting screwed out of all those World Title shots! He's a cheap-shot artist! He's an opportunist! And he's a spoiled brat who nobody around here thinks can do anything wrong! But mark my words, Mean Gene, sooner or later, Spaz is going to cross paths with me. And when he does, there's only one thing he's going to be.... FINISHED!
(With that, Billy turns and storms off. Mean Gene Okerlund shakes his head in disbelief and adjusts coat collar as he straightens himself up.)
*MEAN GENE*: Well, it looks like Billy Ubermark has his sights set, and after that, I think just about anyone can guess what... or more appropriately, who... his target is. Well, that's all from backstage. This is Mean Gene Okerlund telling you all to stay tuned for more great action from the superstars of the E.W.T. after these messages.
(With that, the scene fades to black and we cut to a commercial.)
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Ragnal
Game Genie
Yanno what they say: All toasters toast El Dandy
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Post by Ragnal on Nov 10, 2006 20:12:26 GMT -5
*Mike Ragnal is backstage in the locker rooms, packing his duffel bag for the night. He heads out of the room, and as he turns left, he jumps in fear, as Sum Guy and Candy Girl are dressed in barbershop get-ups from the vaudville days, as some bouncy music plays over as they sing-*
CG: I'm Candy!
SG: I'm Sum Guy!
S&C: We're two of a kind!
SG: I'm a little bit short!
CG: And I got a big behind!
*Candy turns around and shakes her ass for a moment, then spins back around as she and Sum do some lame shtick-*
SG: Say, Candy!
CG: Yes, Sum?
SG: No, I'm telling you, say "Candy"!
*Sum and Candy jump up and pose in a tada sort of spectacle, as Mike just look at them, dumbstruck for several seconds until...*
MIKE; Have you guys really run out of ways to introduce yourselves?
SG: No, actually, Candy and I are trying out a new act. We're hoping to make it in vaudeville, or even on one of those variety shows!
CG: Yeah, like Carol Burnett or the Muppet Show.
MIKE: Um, guys...hate to tell you this, but...vaudeville's dead. It's like...it's BEEN dead since I dunno, the fifties maybe?
*Sum and Candy look at Mike, then exchange surprised looks with one another, then back to Mike.*
SG:...Really?
MIKE: Yeah. And the variety show format hasn't been used in ages, unless you want to include those Nick and Jessica specials ABC ran for whatever reason.
SG: Oh...well...wait, Candy, didn't you say there was a troupe out there somewhere?
CG: Uh huh. They call themselves...um...
MIKE: Alright, let's just be honest here. I'm trying to save you guys from humiliating yourselves in front of a live audience, much like you're doing in front of the camera right now.
SG: ...Oh...
CG: But, but...
*Heartbroken, Candy Girl sobs, then begins to cry, her head in her hands.*
SG: Well, anyway, while she's sobbing for the both of us...Mike, what were your thoughts on possibly the easiest match you've ever had to do in EWT history?
MIKE: Are you kidding me? Arringha Dingding comes into EWT, and he says that he won't join EWT unless they give him a match with me for his debut! The time comes around for his debut, he comes out with this flashy entrance, sparks, pyroes...and he pretty much stunk up the ring! I'm sorry, but the fans didn't come to see a one-sided fight while I did all my flashy moves. That's CM Punk's job!
(BURN!)
MIKE: In fact, I wouldn't be surprised if he gets fired right away!
SG: Well...you're not gonna like this, but...
MIKE: Sum...do I really want to know?
SG: Well, you see, Arringhe felt that he wasn't prepared well enough for that match, so...he's demanding a rematch.
MIKE: WHAT?! That Derp-a-derp thinks he deserves a rematch? You gotta be...ugh...
SG: Right, well...how about we do our closer, Candy?
*Candy stops her crying and immediately gets cheery.*
CG: 'Kay.
*The upbeat music starts up again.*
CG: I'm Candy!
SG: I'm Sum Guy!
S&C: We're two of a k-
MIKE: JUST GO!
*Terrified, Sum and Candy run off! Mike just sighs as he runs his palm down his face, flings his Tri-State title onto his shoulder, and starts walking as we fade out.*
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Indigocrates
Unicron
I got bored. Decided to become a philosopher. Just 'cause.
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Post by Indigocrates on Nov 10, 2006 23:42:21 GMT -5
“Rockstar” (Remix) by N.E.R.D. hits and Spyke comes out to a massive pop, with Rachael Leigh Cook accompanying him. Spyke dances on stage then jogs to the ring, high-fiving fans along the way. Spyke slides into the ring and poses for the crowd.
Lillian: “And from Stockholm, Sweden, weighing in at 223 lbs. Being accompanied to the ring by Rachael Leigh Cook, He is the Swedish Dance Factory… SPYKE JOHANNSON!”
“Personal Jesus” by Marylin Manson starts as the lights turn blue, and the main light focuses on the top of the entrance ramp. The audience is aggressivley booing. Chris Indigo appears at the top of the ramp, and makes his way down to the ring.
Lillian: “And from Calagary, Canada, weighing in at 215 lbs. He is the EWT Toolshed champion... CHRIS INDIGO!”
As Chris is in the ring, he holds his belt up victoriously, with an arrogant smirk on his face. This elicits even more boos from the audience, as the ref calls for the bell, and the match begins.
Elevator to Hell Match EWT Toolshed Title, Chris Indigo vs. Spyke Johannson w/Rachael Leigh Cook
Spyke and Chris waste no time as the two of them immediately run at each other and start exchanging punches. Spyke, having only one arm, is clearly at a disadvantage. Chris gains the upper hand and beats Spyke into a corner. he then gives Spyke a knee to the gut, and gives Spyke a DDT. Chris rises up with a look of confidence on his face, as he picks up Spyke, and decides to take out Spyke, making it easier to put Spyke into the elevator. Chris sets up for the Vision of Indigo, but Spyke breaks off from Chris and hits a Dropsault as Chris turns around. Both men are now down, as Rachael is shouting to Spyke to get up. Spyke is up first, and he dropkicks Chris out on to the apron, as Spyke attempts a crossbody. Chris ducks, using the top rope as leverage, and Spyke crashes to the floor.
Chris then starts to tap his head with his finger as an “I’m smart” gesture. Chris is now watching Spyke as Rachael comes to check on him. The fall had amplified the pain in Spyke’s injured arm. As Spyke gets up, Chris jumps onto and off of the top rope, landing a moonsault on Spyke. Rachael had gotten out of the way in time, however. Chris then picks up Spyke, and begins forcefully taking Spyke up the entrance ramp as Rachael follows the two, with a look of concern on her face.
As Chris and Spyke are now in the back, Chris attempts to Irish Whip Spyke into a wall. Spyke reverses, and then using noly one hand, irish whips Chris nito the wall. After Chris hits the wall, he goes down. Spyke now begins to start stomping on Chris Indigo, each stomp as vicious and fuelled by hate as the last one. Spyke the picks Chris up, and throws Chris ahead of him. As Chris is getting up, Spyke runs at Chris and clotheslines him. Spyke then wearily gets up and leans into a wall for rest.
Spyke watches Chris as he gets up. Once chris is on his knees, Spyke charges at him and lands a running boot to the jaw of Chris. Spyke then begins to drag Chris by the head. Chris breaks free, however, and clubs Spyke in the back of the head. Chris then heads for a nearby steel chair. As Spyke approaches Chris, Chris hits Spyke’s injured arm with the chair. Spyke shrieks in pain, and Chris then drops the chair, and removes the sling on Spyke’s arm. Chris then starts delivering stiff kicks to Spyke’s sprained arm, which sends Spyke’s arm into further pain. Spyke, in a move of desperation, evades one of Chris’ kicks, and low blows Chris. Spyke then, trying to ignore the pain in his now unslinged arm, begins dragging an injured Chris further into the building.
Chris had now started to struggle to free himself of Spyke’s grip while being dragged. Spyke threw Chris into some electrical equipment, and then unleashed a series of more vicious stomps on Chris. Spyke then picked up Chris, and threw him into another room. As Spyke entered, he found himself in a hallway with doors on each side. Spyke found himself askign which room Indigo was in. Spyke checked one room, and found it was empty. he checked the room next to it, and found it was empty as well. he then looked in the next room, and found a door that led to another room. he slowly approached, but was bludgeoned from behind with the door by Chris (Chris had slammed the door into the back of Spyke). Chris had then grabbed Rachael and hauled her into a room. But Spyke didn’t see which one. Spyke then left the room he was in, and searched the room on the other side of the hallway. He went into the room, and found a room in front of him, and one to his right. Spyke went into the room on his right. As Spyke entered, he saw Rachael in the room, unharmed, but shook up. Spyke was then atatcked from behind by Chris. Chris dragged Spyke, picked him up, and threw Spyke out of the room. Chris took a quick breather, and left the room, only to be ambushed and brutally nailed with a Fire Extinguisher by Spyke. Spyke then began to drag a now bloodied Chris Indigo.
While dragging Chris, Spyke noticed Chris starting to recover, so Spyke had picked Chris up, and rammed his head into a wall before continuing. After dragging a now dazed Chris some more, the two of them were now in front of the elevator...TO HELL! Spyke then released his grip on Chris, Spyke began to stalk Chris. As Chris got up, Spyke superkicked Chris, and Chris fell back into the elevator, now unconscious. spyke had to take a breather, however, as his arm was still in extreme pain. Spyke clutched his arm in pain, groaning because of the almost unbearable pain. After his breather, Spyke notcied a dazed Chris escaping the elevator. Spyke dived to hit the “close button”, but as the doors began to close, Chris stopped the elevator’s doors with his hands. He then got out of the elevator, and tackled Spyke as the two started brawling. Chris had gotten the upper hand, and threw Spyke’s head into the backwall of the elevator. As chris was reaching to press the “close” button, he was attacked from behind and knocked into the elevator!
It was Marcus “Stylez” Saxton! he then pressed the “close” button, but as the doors were closing, Chris got his foot in between the two closing doors, and when the two doors were blocked from closing by Chris’ foot, the two doors reopened. Chris then charged into Marcus and the two began to violently brawl. As the two were fighting, out of nowhere, an individual crossbodied the two! It was “Insecticidal” Andy Duke! He then started hammering on Marcus’ head with extremely aggressive punches. Marcus then began to retreat from the furious Andy Duke, as the melee between the two continued off into the distance.
Meanwhile, both men were down, both were slowly getting up, and Rachael Leigh Cook was giving Spyke Johannson encouragement. Both men were up at the same time. Spyke ran at Chris and attempted to clothesline him, but Chris countered the clothesline, and out of nowhere hit the Vision of Indigo on Spyke! Spyke stumbled back and fell into the elevator unconscious. As Rachael looked on in concern, Chris turned his attention to her. he grabbed her by the hair, and threw her into the elevator. he hit the close button, and the door closed. Sending the both of them to hell!
lilian (by ringside): “Here’s your winner, and still EWT Toolshed Champion, CHRIS INDIGO!”
The ref hands Chris his belt. As Chris embraces the title, he looks at the camera.
Chris Indigo (sweating and exhausted from the match): “Marcus, I look forward to sending YOU to hell next!”
Chris then goes back to embracing his title, he looks back to the elevator, and begins to evilly laugh, as we cut to commercial.
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Post by crauswell on Nov 11, 2006 9:52:34 GMT -5
Announcer: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following contest is an Escalator to Heaven Match and here are the rules. Before the match begins, the Championship being defended shall be placed up above the ring, at the top of this escalator. The competitors may then try to climb up the escalator, the match only able to end AFTER... someone retrieves the belt successfully.
A Similar Theme to the WWE Styled NWO starts up on the Toomitron as the first competitor heads out from the back, getting a pretty decent amount of heel heat. He struts down to the ring, making a motion that is getting the belt once again.
Announcer: Introducing the challenger, from Filthadelphia Pencilvania, weighing in at 270 pounds, he represent the dWo, Dorf!
Dorf hops into the ring, looking pumped for his title match as he preps himself, stretching and warming a bit, taking time to glance up at the escalator, turning back towards the entrance ramp, waiting for the Champion to arrive.
Eventually he does, as Broken Wings starts up, the crowd giving just a bit more heat to the Champion as he walks out to the ring, the Ox Division Championship strapped around his waist as he looks at Dorf in the ring with a cold uncaring look, before making his way down to the ring.
Announcer: And introducing the opponent... from Parts Unknown weighing in at 272 pounds... he is your EWT Ox Division Champion, Crauswell!!!
Crauswell swiftly enters the ring, bowing down on both knees, but instead of his usual taunt, he grabs the belt and holds it up for all to see, turning and showing it to Dorf briefly, who looks it over very closely. He takes one last look at the title, before handing it over to the referee, who ascends the escalator, waiting till he's at the top and setting the belt up, before coming down... and completely exiting the ring, seeing as there's not much need for a referee in this environment anyway.
As soon as the belt is up, Dorf makes his move first Charging and pushing Crauswell back, leveling him with a series of quick punches, each one knocking the champion back further, until eventually he's against the turnbuckle. Dorf then charges, going for a Jumping Knee to the face, but Crauswell catches him in mid air, looking for a Powerbomb, but Dorf quickly fights out with a series of mounted punches, eventually Crauswell dropping him, as he lands on both feet. Dorf then starts letting loose a series of knife edge chops, battering the furry's chest, until eventually he counters, turning the tables to put Dorf back against the turnbuckle. He then proceeds to unleash a vicious series of chops of his own, Dorf gasping in pain before Crauswell lets up, backing off, only to charge forward, delivering a nasty running boot to the skull, dropping Dorf to the bottom of the turnbuckle corner. Crauswell then makes his way towards the escalator, but Dorf has quickly recovered, stopping the furry just before he can step on, launching him with a Side Suplex to the mat! He then mounts some further punches, beating the living hell out of Crauswell. Eventually he lets up, getting off and dragging the furry over to the guard rail of the escalator, grabbing his opponent by the neck and trying to ram his face right into it, only for Crauswell to counter, driving Dorf's instead. He then proceeds to do it again and again, before whipping Dorf towards the ropes, catching him off the remaining ropes as he comes back, driving him right into it with a Flapjack!
Dorf's head bounces hard off the handrail, as he goes down, landing hard on the ground, groaning in pain. Crauswell doesn't waste time, once again trying to make it to his title belt. But again, Dorf manages to struggle up, grabbing the furry by the leg and pulling him away and off just as he reaches the third step. Dorf then snaps off a swinging neckbreaker, dropping down onto the mat and clinching on a Buffalo Sleeper. Crauswell growls, not anywhere near done yet, as he proceeds to quickly get up to a Vertical Base, Dorf still trying to clinch on the submission. Crauswell simply reaches from behind now, turning around and trying to throw Dorf off, only for him to wrap his legs around in mid air, somehow pulling off a hurracanrana! Crauswell goes rolling along the mat, as Dorf charges behind just as he sits up, nailing a knee right to the skull! Crauswell drops flat as Dorf now takes advantage once again, dropping a series of quick knees across the throat, before lifting his opponent up again, whipping him off the ropes now, trying to catch him with the Dorf Buster, but Crauswell counters out once again, stalling himself in a bit of a Headstand in mid air on Dorf's shoulders, dropping behind and snapping off a Tiger Suplex! Dorf lands hard, groaning in pain as Crauswell clutches at his neck slightly, leaping atop of Dorf and nailing a quick series of relentless punches of his own, eventually getting up off, lifting Dorf back to his feet, then pulling him right into a knee lift to the Stomach, before planting him with a Classic Style DDT!
Dorf groans, now clutching at his own neck slightly, the furry rising up, nowhere near done with Dorf yet as again walks over, leaping up for a jumping knee drop, only for Dorf to get as foot raised, clocking Crauswell right in the jaw, him still standing, but stumbling back, a bit dazed. He then gets back up somehow, hitting a desperation Latiat Clothesline, completely decimating Crauswell, as he lands with a thud on the mat. Dorf gets back to his feet, taking a moment to recover, before starting to make his up to grab the belt. About halfway there though, Crauswell once again manages to get up, immediately storming towards the escalator, Dorf however stays one step ahead and leaps off, hitting a Double Axe Handle right to Crauswell, knocking him down. He looks down, with a bit of a smirk, before deciding to punish his opponent a bit further, dragging him back away from the escalator as he lifts him up off the mat, taking him back down with a Belly to Belly Suplex. He waits for him to get back up, then grabbing and following up with a Gutwrench Suplex, Crauswell landing hard, still somehow managing to get up, though a bit more groggily. Dorf finally just grabs him, dropping him hard with a simply Piledriver, this move laying the furry out, as he lays on the mat, writhing in pain, as Dorf grins, now strutting slowly over to the escalator, stepping up onto the first step, then simply riding his way back up towards the belt. Again though, Crauswell gets up, but not nearly as energized as last time. He tries to sneaking up on Dorf, reaching him just a few steps away, grabbing him by the neck again and slamming him into the handrail once again, viciously! Dorf has been too caught off guard to fight back, the furry eventually lifting him up, placing him spread eagle on the railing again, then shoving him hard, charging with a burstof adrenaline after, as Dorf slides down the rail towards the bottom, the two colliding as Crauswell smashes his boot right into the back of Dorf's skull right at the bottom, knocking him a few feet clear backwards, as he lands hard on his back, Crauswell groaning now, as he clutches at his back slightly, sitting down and taking a chance to regain his breath for a bit. As he is doing this, Dorf rolls around on the mat, clutching his skull, clearly feeling the effects.
The furry is back up first, immediately walking back over and now dragging Dorf over to the bottom, driving his skull right into the bottom step, then stomping right into the back, grinding and rubbing his skull into the metal, as Dorf screams muffledly in pain, eventually Crauswell lifting him back up, revealing Dorf to have been cut open, now leaking blood. He then lifts up Dorf with relative ease, bringing him down onto his knee for Backbreaker, where he switches to a Dragon Sleeper, wrenching the life out of his opponent, who flails weakly, trying to escape. Eventually Crauswell turns back around once again, grabbing and going for that Sleeper Suplex, tossing Dorf, only for him to land on his feet, immediately charging forward and hitting a Desperation Flying Shoulder Tackle! Crauswell stumbles back, now landing seated on the bottom step of the escalator,as Dorf gets a boost of adrenaline, looking back and walking over, a bit slowly, as he now joins Crauswell on the electric staircase, hoisting him up from behind in a Waistlock, waiting till the stairs take them both a bit higher, then launching him with a German Suplex off the Escalator, Crauswell landing with a thud, head only inches away from splattering all over the bottom step! The crowd goes nuts, chanting Holy crap!!! Holy crap!!! " Dorf groans, seating himself on the staircase, the champion currently down and out. Dorf watches, waiting for himself to reach the top and the belt. Crauswell meanwhile starts crawling towards the nearby control panel, reaching up and grabbing a lever, which now reverses the direction the stairs are going! Dorf is back down halfway, before he realizes this, immediately noticing the lever Crauswell used. He looks pretty pissed, waiting for the escalator to bring him back down to the bottom, where he hops off. He charges, stomping viciously at Crauswell on the mat, before reversing the lever once again. He turns his attention back towards the escalator, heading back towards, when suddenly Crauswell grabs onto his ankle from, behind, using all the strength he can muster to hold him back and away. Dorf starts to get pissed even more, trying to shake Crauswell loose. But the furry clings relentlessly, eventually Dorf giving up, reaching down and hoisting him up, as he signals for the end, hoisting him up high from behind the neck, then laying him out further with the Dorf-Plex! Crauswell goes down, now completely done, laying pretty motionless. Dorf groans, dropping to one knee and catching his breath, as the punishment inflicted in this match has definitely taken it's toll on his body. He slowly rises back to both feet, slowly stepping back onto the Escalator, as he now rides hiy back up towards the Ox Title atop the escalator.But again, only out of sure desperation, Crauswell is up just as Dorf reaches the halfway point, the furry now stepping up quickly, trying to catch Dorf. Just as he reaches the belt, Dorf is grabbed from behind, as Crauswell now starts hitting him with Forearms and European Uppercuts, Dorf fighting back with some of his own, as the two now fight atop the escalator, both only inches away from the belt. The blows become more slow and prodding the longer they continue to exchange them, eventually Crauswell taking control, reaching out and... good god, he's goes for the Beak Buster from atop the Escalator! Dorf gasps for air, wriggling and desperately trying to get out, but the grip is too strong. Then, thinking quickly, Crauswell simply tosses him right off the top and down to the mat! Dorf looks wide eyed in horror as he crashes with a loud thud, Crauswell groaning as he drops to both knees now, reaching out slowly and managing to tug the Ox Title down, into his grasp, as the bell rings, the escalator once again being set into reverse, as Crauswell holds up the belt victoriously, slowly descending back to the ground.
Announcer: Here is your winner and STILL Ox Division Champion, Crauswell!
Once he reaches the bottom, he manages to stand up, as Dorf lays nearly unconcious, he doesn't have seemed to suffer any major injuries though, but he's still very sore from this move. The champion meanwhile walks over to his downed opponent, with a menacing look, but Heidendorf has headed down to ringside now, pulling Dorf from out under the bottom rope, now helping his fellow dWo ally back to the backstage area, as Crauswell simply looks on, strapping the belt back on once again as the crowd gives a decent ovation for this brutal bout, neither man acknowledging it though, as both head to the backstage area
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Post by tacotim on Nov 11, 2006 12:44:25 GMT -5
*We come back to ringside, where we see that the ropes have been removed.
FINKEL: The following BARBED WIRE MATCH is set for one fall, and is for the EWT WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP!!!
*"Spider Baby" plays, signalling the arrival of "Creepshow" Cletus Quinn. The challenger slowly walks to the ring, slapping hands with the fans. He walks into the ring, and the houselights come up.
"Apocalypse Please" plays now, and Maelstrom arrives to a chorus of boos. The champ doesn't particularly appear to care as he steps into the ring. Once both competitors are in the ring, the ring crew pulls the barbed wire all the way around the ring.
The bell rings to start the match, and Cletus Quinn comes out like a house of fire, landing a series of stiff kicks to the legs. Cletus grabs Maelstrom for an Irish Whip...but pulls him back in and lands a knee to the midsection.
MICHAEL COLE: Cletus Quinn seems reluctant to use the barbed wire, Tazz.
TAZZ: I know the guy hates the extreme wrestling style, but I don't think this is a smart strategy, Cole.
*Quinn pulls Maelstrom down, causing Maelstrom's neck to collide with Cletus's knee. Cletus goes for a cover. Maelstrom kicks out at one! Maelstrom quickly gets to his feet, delivering clubbing strikes to the challenger, before whipping him into the barbed wire! Cletus slowly pulls himself away from the barbed wire and asks for a microphone.
CLETUS: As you fans well know, I'd rather not be in this situation. I am not a "hardcore" wrestler. However, tonight, avoiding the hardcore style is impossible.
*Cletus drops the microphone and charges toward the champion, again landing quick, stiff kicks to the legs. Maelstrom falls to one knee. Cletus takes a few steps back, and runs in for a shining wizard, only for Maelstrom to block. Maelstrom gets to his feet, delivers a boot to the midsection of Quinn and picks him up for a Powerslam! Cletus squirms out of Maelstrom's grip, landing behind him. Cletus locks his arms around the waist of Maelstrom, attempting a German Suplex. Maelstrom is obviously not moving. The champ hits a few elbows to the head of the challenger. He turns around, grabs Cletus and delivers a belly to belly suplex!
Maelstrom pulls Quinn up by the hair, grabs him around the waist again, and delivers a release belly to belly suplex, causing Cletus's body to collide with the barbed wire! Cletus falls to the mat, his back a bloody mess. Maelstrom decides that this match is over, and picks up Cletus. He picks him up for the Whirlpool, and begins spinning. Cletus reverses, delivering a wicked headscissors! Maelstrom's body rolls right into the barbed wire. The champ is tangled in it, and every move he makes to break free causes him to bleed more!
Cletus decides to play the good samaritan, and helps Maelstrom get out of the barbed wire.
COLE: Once again, the challenger decides to show some good sportsmanship, rather than take advantage of the situation!
TAZZ: And once again, this is a big mistake, Cole. "Nice guys" and "barbed wire" just don't mix!
*Maelstrom is freed from the barbed wire, partially covered in blood. He thanks Cletus for pulling him free by grabbing the challenger by the throat and delivering a Chokeslam! The champ pulls Quinn up by the hair again, but Cletus catches him offguard with a small package!
ONE... TWO... TH-Kickout! Maelstrom gets up, only for Cletus to attempt a backslide!
ONE... TWO... TH-Kickout again! The champ is aggrivated, but Cletus gets up and attempts a crucifix pin!
ONE... TW-Kickout with authority! Cletus attempts a hurricanrana, but Maelstrom counters with a powerbomb! Maelstrom goes for a cover of his own.
ONE... TWO... THRE-kickout, right at the last possible milisecond! Maelstrom grabs the challenger, as the crowd rallies for Cletus to get some offense! Cletus breaks out of Maelstrom's grip and, out of desperation, dropkicks the champ in the knee. Cletus takes a few steps back, and nails the Shining Wizard! He makes for the cover...
ONE... TWO... TH-Kickout! Maelstrom pulls himself up to his feet. Quinn grabs him in an attempt at a Fisherman's Brainbuster! Cletus barely gets the champ, vertical, but Maelstrom breaks free. Maelstrom grabs Cletus, delivering an atomic drop, and quickly following up with a Lariat, turning the challenger inside out! Maelstrom goes after Cletus, who just barely drop toe holds him, causing Maelstrom to fall chest first into the barbed wire! Cletus is dazed and exhausted, but he charges the champion, dropkicking him in the back, driving the barbs just a little bit further. The champ grabs the barbed wire and angrily pulls himself from it. Blood runs down his chest. Cletus attempts a hurricanrana, but Maelstrom keeps his feet planted. The champ pulls Cletus back up and spins around and around...and around and around...nailing the WHIRLPOOL!
ONE... TWO... THREE!
FINKEL: The winner of the match, and still EWT WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION, MAELSTROM!!!
*The crowd boos mercilessly as the champion is reunited with his belt! The champ rolls under the barbed wire, and catches his breath on the floor. The champ raises his arms in celebration, as Cletus drags his own body out of the ring. Once the crowd is done booing the champion, they show their respect to "Creepshow". Cletus stumbles, exhausted, toward the curtain, as we cut to commercial.
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Post by #Classic Hi-Definition X on Nov 11, 2006 14:25:18 GMT -5
*Cut to HBH and Cherry in their dressing room*
Cherry: Bret, I'm scared about this. Are you sure you want to go through with it?
HBH: I have to, it's Toomi's Roulette. Besides, I'll be fine.
Cherry: But what if you get busted open?
HBH: Cherry, relax. You know I ALWAYS have a plan when it comes to these things. I mean, look at me. I'm a former Tri-State and Tag Team Champion. I've competed in some of the biggest matches in wrestling history. And you had better believe that I'm one of the top competitors to the EWT World Heavyweight title. Trust me, I know full well what I'm getting into.
Cherry: I love a man with confidence.
*HBH and Cherry kiss when there's a knock at the door*
HBH: Come in.
*Todd Grisham enters the picture*
Todd: Excuse me Bret, I just wanted to get your thoughts on facing Billy Ubermark in a First Blood Match this week.
HBH: Todd, all I have to say about that is that the blood will NOT be coming out of MY body. Now beat it!
*Todd exits, and HBH and Cherry continue kissing as we cut to the next segment*
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Post by Rick Raskall on Nov 11, 2006 15:25:43 GMT -5
"Lean" Gene Cummerbund catches up with Raskall and Trunk.
Raskall: Well, look who it is! Lean Gene Cummerbund, you old scalliwag! How did you get your job back?
Lean Gene: What do you mean, "get my job back"? I have a long-standing contract in EWT, and I'm one of Toom E. Dangerously's favorite employees!
Raskall: That's funny, because last time I saw you, you were kicked out and replaced by that Krankor guy.
Lean Gene: Let's not speak of that. Now, on to your title match against Team Ireland. You must be excited to be getting a title shot in your first match back as a team. How do you feel about...
Suddenly a loud, droning laugh echoes through the hallway.
Laugh: HAH...HAH...HAH...HAH...HAH...HAH...HAAAAHHH.
Lean Gene: Oh god, not again.
Yes, the Phantom of Krankor has returned! Krankor approaches Raskall and Trunk with a futuristic-looking microphone, which is actually two plastic spoons taped together and covered with aluminum foil and glitter.
Krankor: I'm taking over this interview, ya miserable scum!
Krankor boots Lean Gene off camera.
Krankor: Now then, how are we, gentlemen? Soon you will be fighting for the EWT Tag Team Championship. But I know that you have no chance to win. You may not even make it out of the match alive! HAH...HAH...HAH...HAH...HAH...HAH...HAAAAHHH.
Trunk: Who is this clown?
Raskall: I don't even know. Last time I saw him he was crying about being booted out of some space chicken alliance or something. I'd ignore him.
Krankor: There is no way to ignore me! Eat laser, ya scum!
Krankor pulls out his laser pistol, which is actually a cardboard cutout shaped like a gun. He cocks it and makes *pkew pkew* sounds as he pretends to fire it.
Raskall: Yeah, um, your weapons have no effect on me.
Krankor: Impossible! This is the one of the most advanced and sophisticated devices in Krankorian weapons technology, second only to the Neutron Cracker Bomb!
Krankor pulls out a bag full of those little things that you throw on the ground and they make a *pop* sound. He takes several and throws them at Trunk's feet. Trunk gives Krankor a "you've got to be kidding me" look.
Krankor: Blast! You've foiled the Neutron Cracker Bomb! I am defeated! I'll do whatever you want, just please do me no harm!
Raskall: Fine. Just ask us about the title match against Team Ireland.
Krankor: Very well. I shall succumb to your dastardly wishes. What are your feelings going into this match against Team Ireland?
Raskall: It's simple, really. Me and Trunk have been doing hours of research for this match. We've watched hours of videotape. We've seen all the Escalator to Heaven matches in EWT. We sat through a special on the history of the escalator on A&E. We've gone to the mall and trained, for hours at a time, planning our strategy. We even knocked some dude down the escalator as a drill. But that's when the mall security told us to get out, we were a hazard to mall safety, et cetera et cetera. Point is, we are more than ready for an escalator match, and with the tag team championship at stake, we'll be doing our damndest to get to the top!
Raskall and Trunk exit. Just as Krankor is about to leave, Trunk returns and gets right in his face.
Trunk: HAH...HAH...HAH...HAH...HAH...HAH...HAAAAHHH, b****!
Trunk exits.
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Post by Ass Dan on Nov 11, 2006 20:00:19 GMT -5
We come back from commercial to a shot of a highway in the American southwest. Miles and miles of road with few people and fewer buildings. A flatbed truck is shown stopped at a weighing station. Suddenly, two cars appear from off-screen. Exiting from one car is special announcer Ken Kennedy.
Kennedy: The following is a King of the Road contest! The first man to honk the horn at the front of the truck will be declared the winner.
From the same car, another door opens.
Kennedy: First, from Airstrip One, weighing in at 234 lbs., Joe One!
Joe One exits the car and walks onto the truck’s flatbed.
Kennedy: ….One!
Another car door opens, this one from the other car.
Kennedy: And his opponent, from Washington, D.C., weighing in at 250 lbs., Eddie Omega!
Eddie Omega exits the car. Another door from the car opens, and a referee steps out. The ref and Omega walk onto the truck.
Truck Driver: (off camera) Is she all set to go?
Gas Attendant: She sure is, sir!
Truck Driver: Let’s rock and roll!
The truck takes off. The two cars follow, straddling both sides of the truck.
Ref: Is the truck going 55 miles per hour?
Truck Driver: Hold on…yup.
The truck driver honks the horn, signifying that the match has begun. Joe One and Eddie Omega stare each other down, taking their time. One then straightens up and attempts to go to the front of the truck. Omega walks to him, turns him around, and gives him a chop to the chest. One rolls his eyes, and strikes back with a right jab. The two trade jabs for a minute, until a wide turn gives Omega the advantage and helps him clothesline One into the chicken wire.
Omega holds his right arm and shouts, as it was hurt by a direct hit to the wire. One regains his composure and puts Omega in the Cobra Clutch, working on his right arm. One turns the clutch into a Cobra Clutch Bulldog! One straightens himself out and starts to walk to the front of the truck. However, before he can get too far, Omega gets up and picks him up for what looks like a Suplex, before he turns it into an Initiation! However, there are no ropes, so he uses the bails of hay instead.
One’s face wrings in pain, and Omega runs to the front. Out of desperation, One throws a bail of hay at Omega. It just so happens that, as Joe was throwing it, Eddie was turning around to look at him. The bail hits Omega straight in the face, and gets a bit of hay in his eye. If you’ve ever had that happen to you, you’d know that it hurts. Badly.
Omega shouts in agony, trying to get the piece of hay out of his eye. One sees this as his chance to get the edge in starts to run at Omega. However, out of blind luck (pardon the pun), Omega moves out of the way before One hits an Airstrip Kiss, which instead lands on the chicken wire! Joe One falls to his knees feeling a bit faint after having his noggin meet wire.
Omega cautiously makes his way to the front of the truck, and slides the rear window back to reveal that the truck driver is none other than the Blacktop Bully himself, Barry Darsow!
Omega: Oh my God, Barry Darsow!
Darsow: That’s my name.
Omega: What are you do driving a flatbed truck?
Darsow: Well, I had a good life as Smash and Krusher Khruschev, but I didn’t pay my bills and the real Repo Men came and took my stuff away.
Omega feels a tap on his back. He looks back, and before he knows it, One hits him with a Pumphandle Michinoku Driver II…with authority! One holds his head, still battered after his run-in with the wire, but manages to get in the front of the truck. He goes to honk the horn but Omega grabs One by one of his legs! Omega pulls One back by his leg, indivertibly hurting him in the place one doesn’t talk about on basic cable. One withers in pain, but keeps a grab on the dashboard. Omega grabs One’s second leg, and it’s a tug-of-war between Omega and the truck’s dashboard. Thinking quickly, One shifts his legs in just a way so that Omega rips his pants right off!
For the first time, we see One’s legs, if only for an instant. Those with TiVo notice that his legs are covered with bloody scars. Also, One wears tighty-whiteys.
Anyway, Omega falls back with One’s pants, and One slithers back into the front end of the truck, before honking the horn!
A window lowers from one of the outside cars. Ken Kennedy, with a bullhorn, makes the call.
Kennedy: Here is your winner, Joe One!
Joe lifts his fists in victory, before getting hit in the head with his trousers from an upset Eddie Omega. Omega goes to single bail of hay and sits down, thinking of his loss.
Kennedy: ….One!
The truck and the two cars drive into the sunset as we go back to the arena, only to go to another commercial break. Take that, Communists!
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Post by The Line on Nov 11, 2006 20:02:12 GMT -5
Lillian: "This match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from Chewelah Washington, weighing in at 214lbs, "Insecticidal" Andy Duke!"
The sound of a fly buzzes and a sudden smack of a swatter sounds out through the arena before "Ready To Die" blares out of the speakers. Andy Duke heads out from the back and marches down to the ring looking determined. He enters the ring and stands up on the turnbuckles looking over the crowd.
Lillian: "And his opponent, from Portland Oregon, weighing in 232lbs, Ultimo Chocula!"
"Poor And Weird" comes on and the crowd gives a pretty decent pop. Ultimo comes out wearing his new gear, which is brown and white tie dyed trunks and kneepads and some Puma Speedcats modified into boots. The camera zooms in on him to show that he has also dyed his goatee yellow and made a little smiley face in it. UC marches down the ramp and slaps five with the fans who've warmed up to him while the others still don't know what to make of him. UC slides under the ropes and waves to Duke and gives him the thumbs down. Duke sneers at UC and waits for the bell to beat him up proper. But before he can do that...............oh lord..............
Lillian: "And now, introducing the special guest referee, Richard Simmons!"
A lame version of "Rock Around The Clock" from Sweatin' To The Oldies 6 comes on and Richard hops out from the back waving to the crowd and yelling "Hello everybody!", which is audible over his theme music. Simmons is sporting a black and white striped tank top with sequins along with his trademark shorty shorts, almost giving everyone an eyeful of Richard's secret package when he skips down the ramp and into the ring. Simmons jumps around the ring waving to the crowd and shakes hands with whoever's in his vicinity at the time. His music dies down but Simmons is still overly excited about EV-ERY-THING that's going on. Here's just a sample of what's coming out of his mouth.
Simmons: "Oh my goodness, would you look at all the people out there! Hi everybody! How are you all feeling today! Are you ready to have some fun! My my, would you look at all of those wonderful people out there! We're gonna have a great time! Whooo! Ok, now you (points to UC) stand over there and you (points to Andy Duke) stand over there! Oh my! Andy! Is that a mosquito on your shorts? Good gracious! Now, before we begin we should do some stretches! C'mon everybody! Reach up to the sky! Reach and reach and hold it there! Don't forget to breathe! Good! Now bend all the way down and touch the ground! I know you can do it! Feel the muscles in your back loosen up! That's great! Ok, now Andy and Ultimo, you guys come over here and shake hands! I want a good clean match! Oh my! Ultimo, what is that on your chin? You EWT people are silly! Now I'm going to ring the bell! Nobody start early, ok! Are you both ready! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand go!"
The bell rings and the two men lock up. Andy gets UC in an arm wringer and Simmons gets horrified.
Simmons: "Aaaaa! What are you doing? You're hurting him!"
Duke: "What are you talking about! That's the idea!"
UC uses the diversion to elbow Duke in the stomach and puts him in a side headlock. Simmons waves his hands in front of his mouth in terror.
Simmons: "Hey! You cut that out!"
UC: "What planet do you come from?"
Duke backs up and shoves UC into the ropes and Duke shoulder blocks him to the mat, getting a shriek from Simmons. Duke hits the ropes again and leaps over UC. On the rebound UC jumps up and hits Duke in the mouth with a dropkick, making Simmons coil in terror. UC gets Duke in a side headlock and Duke reverses into a back suplex, which freaks Simmons the hug out.
Simmons: "You dropped him on his neck! Stop it! Stop it! Stop it!"
Duke turns and looks at Simmons in confusion. Duke holds his arms out and says "What?" as UC uses the opportunity to roll him up for a pin. UC's got both of Duke's shoulders on the mat but no count. UC turns and sees Simmons there shaking in terror.
UC: "Hey! This is the part where you count!"
Simmons: "Oh! One, two, three, four, five, six, seven...."
UC: "No, come over here and give him the three count!"
Simmons! "What? How do I do that!"
UC: "Come over here and slap the mat with your hand!"
Simmons slaps the mat.
UC: "Now do it again!"
Simmons slaps the mat.
UC: "Now one more...........gah!"
Duke kicks out of the roll up but Simmons slaps his hand down to the mat any way. Duke goes from zero to pissed instantly.
Duke: "What! I kicked out! There's no three count!"
Simmons: "But he said............"
Duke: "Never mind what he said! I kicked out! This match is still going!"
Simmons: "Ok! Ok! Stop yelling at me!"
UC: "Yeah, give the guy a break already."
Duke: "You shut up! Dammit! This match is bunk! When I saw that R. Simmons was the referee I thought it was going to be this guy!"
Duke points to the entrance ramp where Farooq comes out from the back with a microphone.
Farooq: "DAMN!"
And with that Farooq does a quick little bow and the crowd goes nuts as confetti and streamers fly from every which way.. Farooq leaves and we're back to the ring.
Duke: "Why are you the referee? Have you ever seen a wrestling match before?"
UC: "Calm down. The guy's new to this."
Duke: "You shut up!"
UC: "Don't tell me to shut up you helmet!"
Duke: "You want to do something about it! Take your best shot!"
Simmons: "Hey now! There's no need for fighting! We can work this........"
UC & Duke: "STAY OUT OF THIS!"
Duke then pops UC in the mush with a right hand, which sets UC off and he pops Duke right back. Next thing you know these two are belting each other brutally as Simmons freaks and runs out of the ring in terror. Duke gets the upperhand in the brawl and sends UC into the ropes but UC responds with a flying forearm. UC picks Duke up for a body slam but Duke reverses and nails a clothesline to the back of the head. Duke gives UC gutwrench and hits the ropes for an elbow drop but UC moves out of the way and Duke hits the mat hard. UC hits Duke with a standing moonsault and goes for a Boston Crab. Duke pushes UC off and stands up. UC charges in but Duke kicks him the stomach and follows with a Shining Wizard. Duke lifts UC for a brainbuster but UC knees him in the head and lands on his feet behind Duke, hitting him with a Rude Awakening on the way down. UC picks Duke up but Duke slaps his hands away and before you know it they're beating the crap out of each other again with a flurry of fists. Suddenly a high pitched voice comes over the PA. Turns out Simmons grabbed a microphone and is on the ring apron. UC and Duke stop fighting and look over at Simmons.
Simmons: "Hey now! Stop it! Stop this fighting! It's barbaric! Now I'm the referee and what I say goes, right? Well I've decided that both of you are so good that you don't have to resort to this senseless violence! Therefore I've decided that................you both are the winners! Yay!"
The crowd half pops/half "huh?" as UC and Duke look at each other in confusion. UC shrugs his shoulders, mutters "Whatever, man" and leaves the ring. Duke is livid at the decision and walks over to Simmons.
Duke lays Simmons out with a vicious Lariat! He goes outside. He has something in his hand! What is it. He stands over Simmons. OH! ITS BUGSPRAY! He is spraying Simmons with bugspray! RIGHT IN THE FACE!
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Post by wrath on Nov 12, 2006 15:36:37 GMT -5
Announcer Type Person: This match is scheduled for one fall and it is a Dog Collar Match! Making her way to the ring, from the Dead Moon Circus, accompanied by Mr Bunny....Clown Girl!
*"Tablescraps" by Stealing Babies begins to play and Clown Girl steps out from behind the curtain, wearing the same dog parts from her promo including a collar with a long chain connected to it around her neck. Behind her is the towering Mr Bunny who lumbers along. Clown Girl slides into the ring, sits, and scratches at one of her floppy "ears" with a "hind paw"*
Announcer Type Person: And her opponent...from The Land Of Imagination...Dr. Vivian Anemone!
*Vivian makes her entrance but doesn't look very happy. She's wearing a pink shower cap to hide her bald head and carrying her dog collar as opposed to wearing it around her neck. As she enters the ring, she doesn't seem to be entirely focused. Probably thinking of her issue with Paul Poundanski more than anything else. The bell rings and while Vivian is still lost in thought, Clown Girl darts over and tackles her! Clown Girl sits on her opponents stomach and repeatedly drives the back of her head into the mat. She slaps the collar onto Vivian and connects the two chains together. She tosses Ms.Anemone's shower cap off, places her hands onto the sides of her face and licks her right across the bald head!
Vivian flails about and then boots Clown Girl in the stomach to get her off. Clowny stumbles into a corner where Vivian boots her in the gut a few times and then stomps her into a sitting position. Vivian grabs the rainbow haired girls leg and tries to pull her out into a Power Bomb..but Clown Girl counters with a Hurricanrana, sending Anemore to the outside, via the middle rope.
Clown Girl slides out to the opposite side of the ring so that the chain is now wrapped around the steel ring post. Clown Girl gives her chain a sharp tug and Vivian smacks right into the steel post! Again, Clown Girl tugs and Vivian crashes face first into the post, now laying across the ring steps. Clown Girl scales to the top rope, leaping off with a Double Foot Stomp, landing right on Vivian's back! Vivian slams against the steps, bleeding from the mouth a bit. The newcomer steps over and tosses her back into the ring, soon following after.
Clown Girl sticks her head between the middle ropes, seemingly getting some advice from Mr Bunny who simply folds his arms and nods a few times. Vivian takes this time to recover and wraps the steel chain around her fist. When Clown Girl turns around, Vivian punches her right in the stomach with her chain wrapped fist. Clown Girl doubles over and Vivian gets her into position for the Upside Down Frown ( Mexican Stretch Bomb Pin )...and hits it! ...1...2...a kick out!
Vivian stomps on Clown Girl a few times before snatching her to her feet and hitting a Jumping Neckbreaker. With her opponent down, Vivian goes to run the ropes..only to be tripped by Mr Bunny on the outside! Vivian falls flat on her face, stumbling about. Clown Girl rises and wraps the chain tightly around Vivian's throat. She sinks Vivian in for the "Rubber Mallet" (Rolling Cutter) and hits it! She sits down on her stomach and The Ref counts...One...Two...Three!*
Announcer Type Person: Here is your winner....Clown Girl!
*Clown Girl grins down at Vivian before springing to her feet. She does a few curtseys over her fallen body and then leaves the ring. She climbs onto Mr Bunny's shoulders and the two leave the ring side area*
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Post by Chrysta on Nov 12, 2006 15:53:15 GMT -5
*Ms. White is backstage, talking to some person about the wedding plans.* White: Now, first of all, I don't want this to be a completely white wedding. I'd like to see some blue in there, since that's Chrysta's color, and I also- Voice: Oh, Ms. White, Ms. White! White: Oh, no... *Running on camera as White rolls her eyes is none other than the EWT's Resident Jailbait, Flora.* Flora! HIIIIIII! ;D White: Flora, didn't you burn down with that Chuck E. Cheese from Crapamania 3? Flora: What? No, of course not, don't be silly! I survived that. Though, I hate Joe for ruining my birthday... White: Right, well, anyway, what do you want? Flora: I wanted to be a part of the wedding! You know, help out some with the decorations and- White: Um, sorry, Flora, but we have every position filled up already. Flora: Even the flower girl? White: Yes, even her. Flora: Aw... : WHITE! *Ms. White and Flora look behind them, as they see an angry Billy Ubermark walking toward them...wearing some kind of dress while carrying a basket of flower petals.* White: Um...hi, Billy... Billy: The deal's off! I am NOT doing this flower girl deal for the wedding, alright?! White: But- Billy: But nothing! You know when you said that chicks like a guy in a dress? A bunch of the girls backstage just laughed at me, wondering where Vito was! White: Okay, look, I'm sorry, Billy, but we really need someone for the flower girl. Flora: Oooh! Oooh! White: *sigh* Fine, Flora, you're the flo- Flora: YAAAAY! ;D Billy: Hey, aren't you the girl Ultimo took home with him? Flora: Uh huh. Billy: What are you now, fifteen? I'm sure that's legal in a few- White: THANK YOU, Billy! *White shoves Billy to the side, trying to get the conversation to a close. Flora skips off, happy about her role in the wedding. Ms. White just grabs her aching head.* White: God, we should try to get rid of her someday...
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Post by teamireland on Nov 12, 2006 19:02:46 GMT -5
* Marisol Kanshall is satnding outside Team Ireland's locker-room waiting to get an interview. Coach O'Hare emerges from the room, looking bleary-eyed & a little worse for wear.* Marisol: Mr. Coachman, about your team's upcoming title defence... O'Hare: Yeah, Jimmy, I found out who Raskid & Drunk are. I found out what an "Escalator to Heaven" match is & I found out who Saul Bodinski is. And I have to say, we're not worried about any of 'em... * O'Hare tails off & heads back into the locker-room. He emerges moments later with a can of Guinness in his hand, looking remarkably refreshed.* O'Hare:... Now if you'll excuse me. Myself & the lads have a match to see to! * O'Hare walks off with Donnelly & McCann, both of whom are swigging from cans of their own.* McCann: YEEEEEE-OOOOOOOO!*Cut to ringside.*
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Post by Chris Decker-The Wild Rover on Nov 12, 2006 21:19:54 GMT -5
*Otherworld hits and 4 fireworks explode as the music and the titantron start, then Mysth shows up, spreading his arms Then, he walks his way to the ring all by greeting the fans. Once he reaches the ring, he grabs the ropes and 4 other fireworks start in each corner of the ring. Then, Mysth enters into the ring and spreads his arms once again*
*Boys On the Docks by Dropkick Murphys hits and "The Professional" Chad Ocean Makes his way to the ring, the audience isn't quite sure how they feel about Ocean, so the pop is mixed with few boo's far and in between. As Ocean Steps in the ring he streaches on the ropes*
Gary Micheal Cappetta: Ladies and Gentleman, this next Match is schudeled for One fall and it is a LAST MAN STANDING MATCH!. Here In the red corner, wearing black with red trim, from Strasbourg, France. At the height of 174 cm Tall, weighting 238 lbs, THE DARKNESS IN THE LIGHT, THIS IS................MYSTH!
*Crowd Pops*
Gary Micheal Cappetta: And now, out of the blue corner, wearing blue with white trim, from Wilkes-Barre Pennsylvania, Standing 5'8, weight 265lbs. THE PROFESSIONAL.........CHAD OCEAN!
*Crowd Pops*
--the two start out with a kindly gesture of a hand shake, and the two square off. after the beating Mysth took at the hands of The New Era, he is still feeling the effects, and Ocean being the bigger of the two just throws mysth, the French Luchador. The two square off again, and mysth hits a standing switch and takes down ocean, taunting him and slapping him in the back of the head, and quickly hits a somersault leg drop on the back of Oceans head.--
--Ocean now grounded begins to get up as Mysth Measures him and delivers a short dropkick right to the face of Ocean. The Crowd is really starting to come alive now for mysth. but as soon as they start to feel it, Ocean regains control and gives mysth a stiff forearm while trying to pick him up back to a vertical base.--
--Ocean gets on the offense him and sends mysth into the ropes and Ocean catches Mysth with a calf dropkick showing the Ocean can move for a big man. Shortly afterwords, Ocean sends mysth into an irish whip into the corner, and catches him with a big clothesline, sending him to the bottom buckle. Ocean begins to do a face wash on Mysth, and after 3 facewashes, gives a BIG OLE KICK!--
--The crowd is starting to give a lot more heat for Ocean as they see Mysth sitting their a mess in the corner. Ocean shrugs it off and picks up mysth and again send him into the ropes, ducks down as for a back body drop but Mysth rolls on Oceans Back and bounces off the ropes and hits a big Front Dropkick, Ocean is down. The crowd is really getting behind Mysth, as he goes to the top, and hit a BIG MOONSAULT!--
--Mysth is feeling the crowd, but he knows he's gonna need a little more help to get the big man down, Mysth looks underneath the ring, and Pulls out the big wood, MYSTH HAS A TABLE! Mysth is gonna set the table up in the corner. he picks up Ocean, Mysth gives him a few stiff chops, and is about send him into the table, when Ocean reverses the irish whip, and gives him a drop toe hold. Ocean start to Stomp on Mysth now, Ocean needs to get some offense, so he grounds down Mysth, and puts him in a texas cloverleaf, Realizing that its a Last Man standing match, Ocean releases the hold, and pick up Mysth, he's looking towards the Turnbuckle, he send Mysth In back words, sets him up on the turnbuckle, and gives mysth a top rope german suplex. the crowd is stay alive, Ocean starts to capitalize, and goes to the top rope. Ocean Leaps, he has his two feet down, HE'S GOING FOR A DOUBLE STOMP, BUT MYSTH JUST MOVES AND OCEAN IS DOWN!--
CROWD: LETS GO MY-STH!, LETS GO CHAD!, LETS GO MY-STH!, LETS GO CHAD!, LETS GO MY-STH!, LETS GO CHAD!, LETS GO MY-STH!, LETS GO CHAD!,LETS GO MY-STH!, LETS GO CHAD!
--The Crowd is starting to be split in two, the ones who are really going for the underdog in Mysth, and those that have been impressed by Oceans Ability. Mysth Realizes that its his time to gain some ground. so he sets up the table now, Mysth wants to put Ocean away for good. so he sets the table up in the middle of the ring, it looks like he's going to set up Ocean for the mysthical chokeslam. That awesome running chokeslam. he takes Ocean, irish whip into the ropes, Mysth bounces of the other sets of ropes, and GRABS OCEAN BUT wait......Oceans is still a little big for the cruiserweight, he can't get Ocean up, so Ocean Counters into a DDT!--
CROWD: THIS IS AWE-SOME! clap clap clap-clap-clap.THIS IS AWE-SOME! clap clap clap-clap-clap.THIS IS AWE-SOME! clap clap clap-clap-clap.THIS IS AWE-SOME! clap clap clap-clap-clap.THIS IS AWE-SOME! clap clap clap-clap-clap.THIS IS AWE-SOME! clap clap clap-clap-clap.
--The ref starts the count, Ocean starts to get up around the 6 count. its time for Ocean to Put Mysth away, he picks him up, and Starts a fury of chops, and spins him around and gives him a Cobra-Clutch suplex!--
Ref: 1......2.......3........4.........5........6........7.......8
--Mysth starts to get up around 8 and Ocean is beside himself, He goes to set up the table in the corner, Ocean signals for his signiture move, The Moonstomp, he kicks Mysth in the gut and picks up Mysth like he was going for a burning hammer, He goes over to the corner, and....HE SPINS MYSTH AROUND AND POWERBOMBS HIM IN THE CORNER THROUGH THE TABLE!--
Crowd: OCEAN! OCEAN! OCEAN! OCEAN! OCEAN! OCEAN! OCEAN! OCEAN!
Ref: 1....................2...............3....................4................5.................6..............7...............8.............9..............10 Ring the bell! Ring the bell!
*Bells rings*
Gary Micheal Cappetta: Ladies and Gentleman, your winner of the Last Man Standing Match, "The Professional" Chad Ocean.
--the crowd is going nuts after the end of that match. Ocean goes over to Mysth to check and see if he's ok, and picks the guy up and raises Mysths hand along with his, in a sign of respect, the Crowd stops chanting for Mysth. He gave it his all, and I'll be Damned if this wasn't a hell of a match--
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Post by Banned Member on Nov 13, 2006 11:10:05 GMT -5
*We cut to Merc who is sitting in the locker room. When Sum Guy runs in.*
SG: I'm Sum Guy, and I'm still disgusted by Mercs actions!!!!
*Merc glances at Sum Guy, and gets up a little wobbly.*
Merc: Why hi there Sum..Whats your name again?
*Sum Guy wrenches his nose at Merc as if he smells something.*
SG: Say Merc you haven't been drinking have you?
Merc: Who me? Why hell no!! I'm more straight edge then C.M. Punk.
*Merc burps, and once again Sum Guy wrenches his nose.*
SG: Man Merc your breath smells just like my great Uncle Stews. All he did was drink rum, and whiskey to drown his problems.
Merc: Oh really I have no problems man. I'm a free soul. Besides what problems could I possibly have?
SG: The fact that Chrystas, and Ms Wh......
Merc: Dammit you fool!!! How many times must I tell you it's Trish!! This Ms. White stuff is so stoopid.
SG: Ok Chrystas, and Trishs wedding is in two weeks.
Merc: Well isn't that special.
SG: Ya everyone is going to be there!!!
*Merc gets a look of sadness then anger on his face.*
Merc: Not me though.
SG: What you didn't get an invite?
Merc: Why would I get an invite? Hell I only brought Trish into this company.
SG: Ya but you were never that nice to h..........
Merc: Shut up you little piss ant!!! After I get though with Chance. I will make sure I'm at that wedding, and it will be hell or high water before I let them two get married. Trish belongs to me dammit!!!
SG: Now Merc I'm sure that is just the booze talking, and aren't you over looking Chance?
Merc: Over looking, booze? Hell no I never over look booze.
SG: Ummm that wasn't the question?
Merc: I don't care if it was or not!!! All I know is Chance will be my slave, and Trish will be........Uh oh!!!!
*Merc all of a sudden vomits all over Sum Guy, and passes out.*
Sum Guy: This is Sum Guy covered in vomit saying Merc's a mess!!!
*fade to black*
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Ratings
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Post by Ratings on Nov 13, 2006 11:40:22 GMT -5
Fade in to Ratings seated in his locker room, wearing designer blue jeans; faded, a long sleeve silk shirt and tinted sunglasses.
Ratings: "Out of all of the matches, the stipulations, the possibilites, The wheel just happened to "land" on the most violent and barbaric type of melee combat known to man... the barb wire match. And out of all of the EWT wrestlers, my opponent is none other than the former EWT Heavyweight Champion, Spaz. I must admit, my mind was somewhat troubled at first. I mean, I may walk away from this match like the majority of the world's citizens... imperfect. I'm risking my perfect skin and looks from scars and deformity. But you see Spaz, I will not let that happen. You and the rest of the world's lower class... you fight to survive everyday. You fight to put food on the table, put clothes on your back, you fight to get by. Not me. No. Not Ratings. I was born into wealth, power and prestige. I've never worried about acquiring such basic needs mainly because I always had them. But does that make me less of a threat?"
*He looks to the camera and removes his sunglasses*
Ratings: "You are so very wrong if you believe that, Spaz. You see, when we of high society are forced into a fight... we will do whatever it takes to get the win. We are like a fox, we are most dangerous when we are cornered. We evolve into a blood thirsty demon that becomes the hunter and you Spaz... you will become the hunted. Make no mistake Spaz, your bloody body will fall and the ratings... will... rise."
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Post by pta on Nov 13, 2006 12:31:15 GMT -5
We come back from commercial, just in time to see Prinical Pain sitting backstage, along with each Two Tough Competing team, holding an envelope in his grip, as he looks on a rather grim look on his face, each competing team looking around nervously as they await the results.
Pain: Well, it's officially been a week since this competition first began, and the votes have been tallied and we must say goodbye. So then let's find out who shall be going home.
He tears open the envelope, as he looks over the results quickly, then looking back up, glancing at the eight teams.
Pain: Stocks and Bonds... I'm sory to say you have been eliminated. I guess yu were a bit TOO open.
Brandon and Josh look at each other, rather upset, then nodding.
Josh: Well... it's OK. C'mon Brandy, I'll buy you somethin nice.
Brandon smiles and nods, hopping into his boyfriend's arms, as they simply exit the arena, Pain looking on as they exit, before looking over the remaining teams.
Pain: Well, at least we know they'll still be happy I suppose. Now as for rest of you, follow me outside. Our next challenge awaits. I suggest you are prepared for it.
Each team looks back and forth at each other, as they all quickly follow out of the arena, emptying into, why it's the ol PTA bus! Pain himself enters last, as some hired driver is seen in te front seat, soon making his way out of the parking lot and towards, who knows where really?
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Post by respectmeordye3 on Nov 13, 2006 13:08:22 GMT -5
"Do You Wanna Be A Hero?" blasts through the speakers as Caine makes his way down the ramp and into the ring where his opponent already awaits.
the bell rings and both men attack each other with shocking savagery Caine delivers a kick to the chest of Chris Evans and shoves him to the mat. He then grabs his namesake and begins to thrash Evans with it like there is no tommorrow. He mounts the top turnbuckle to deliver an extra hard hit but Evans jumps to his feet and yanks Caine down to the mat and follows up with a piledriver, he prepares to deliver a second one but Caine returns with a kick to Evan's chin that sends both men to the mat.
both men slowly get to their feet and try to regain their composure, but they don't notice as Rhyno slides into the ring unseen and attempts to give Singapore Caine a deadly Gore...it's only by pure luck that the grappler turns and sees Rhyno in time and leaps out of the way leaving Chris Evans to be the one to get Gored clear through the ropes!
As Rhyno and Evans lay outside the ring, Caine mounts the top turnbuckle, leaps, and lands both feet first planted firmly into Rhyno's groin!
As Rhyno withers in pain, Caine tosses Evans into the ring and then reaches underneath and pulls out a twenty foot steel ladder and a wheelbarrel full of barbed-wire. Evans jumps up and both men climb to the top of the ladder and trade punches with Evans finally manages to Piledrive Caine off the top of the twenty foot steel ladder and headfirst right into the wheelbarrel of barbed-wire as the crowd goes insane!
He then grabs Caine by the back of the neck and drags him over to the ToomiTron which he then begins to slam Caine's head against. Caine finally retailiates with an elbow to Evan's nose and then both men begin to climb the ToomiTron.
Both men finally reach the top and both men begin to trade punches in an attempt to send the other man off the top of the ToomiTron. suddenly they are attacked from behind by Rhyno.
Fed up with the man-beast both men look at each other, nod, and then grab Rhyno and give him a Double Power Bomb to the equipment covered tables sixty feet below!
That little task taken care of they turn back to each other and begin to attack each other yet again, For a moment it looks as if Chris Evans may have the victory, but at the last second Singapore Caine is able to Electric Chair them both off the top of the ToomiTron as the crowd loses it entirely.
The ref runs over and begins to count...just when it looks like a double count out Singapore Caine finds the strength to pull himself up before the count of ten.
immedietly after Singapore Caine is declared the winner, he falls to the floor unconcious, his strength completely gone.
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Post by Poker Joker on Nov 13, 2006 15:17:30 GMT -5
(The scene opens up in the E.W.T. Arena. The fans jump to their feet as the ring announcer climbs into the ring with his microphone in one hand. Everyone is excited, and the level of anticipation grows as the announcer starts to rattle off his shpeal.)
*ANNOUNCER*: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is a "First Blood Match!" The winner of this match will ONLY be determined by which superstar is able to make his opponent start to bleed from their head or face first. As a result, there are no disqualifications, no count-outs, no submissions, and no pinfalls in this contest. ONLY being the first particpant to draw blood from their opponent's head or face will constitute a victory. And now, here are the participants of this match!
("Like A Virgin" by Madonna suddenly hits the loudspeaker. Fans begin booing with a passion as Billy Ubermark appears at the top of the entrance ramp, and starts making his way to the ring.)
*ANNOUNCER*: Introducing first, currently making his way to the ring area, weighing in at 226 lbs and hailing from St. Paul, Minnesota.... Billy "The Virgin" Ubermark!
(Fans assault Billy with a continual barrage of boos and taunts as he heads down the asile, wearing his classic yellow-and-green tights and black boots and pads. Billy pays the people little mind. He climbs into the ring, and asks the ring announcer if he can borrow his microhpone. The ring announcer refuses, and points to a spare mic on the time keeper's table. Billy gives the ring announcer a dirty look, and then goes over to the side of the ring closest to the time keeper's table. He demands the mic, which the time keeper hands to him through the ropes. Once with the mic in his hand, Billy's music stops and Billy starts addressing the crowd.)
*BU*: Is there any doubt left as to the reasons why I have NOT gotten my rematch for the E.W.T. World Championship, yet? Last week, you people saw exactly what I've been talking about as that coward, Spaz, stabbed me in the back during our tag-team match against Ratings and Bret Michaels!
(The crowd gives a quick pop for what happened to Billy. Mingled in with the cheers is a noticable "Spaz" chant. Billy looks over the crowd with a disgusted glare, but continues on, unabated.)
*BU*: After seeing that, can there be any doubt?! Spaz is the person behind this repeated snubbing of me!
(Boos fill the arena at Billy's insinuation. Billy pauses to brush his black hair out of his face and then continues his rant.)
*BU*: Clearly, Spaz sees me as a threat to his reputation. So much so, that he's willing to lose a tag-team match by blind-siding me... his own PARTNER... in the middle of the ring so I can take the fall and look worse than he does. What Spaz did was nothing short of a blattent act of Virgin Discrimination! Yet, nobody.... NOBODY seems to care! Nobody is calling him out on this! Nobody is making him face the music! And why, might you ask? Simple! Spaz is getting the same special treatment he's received since the first day he came into the E.W.T. He's being allowed to do whatever he wants, and what Spaz wants is to NOT be EXPOSED for the FRAUD that he IS!
(Again the crowd fills with boos as Billy stares out at them. He lets his words sink in before continuing on.)
*BU*: And the way Spaz is going to get that is by doing what he's been doing for the past couple months: Holding me down.... Keeping me from getting the title shots I deserve... Taking cheap-shots at me from behind when I'm not looking... and most of all, NOT having to face me in the ring, again! Well, Spaz, I've got news for you! Sooner or later you ARE going to have to get in the ring with me, again! This time, it may not be for the E.W.T. World Title, but that won't matter to me. Because when that match happens, then I'm going to get something that I want! And what I want is to take you and show you off to all the world as the second-rate chump that I know you to be! Everything you currently have is everything that I REALLY DESER.....
(Billy's speech is suddenly cut off as "Sexy Guy" starts playing over the arena's p.a. system. Billy gets a sour look on his face and starts barking at the announcer, who simply shrugs his shoulders. While this is happening, the fans turn their attention, as well as their rage, towards the superstar coming down to the ring. Its the "Heartbreak Hitman," who is clad in fancy red-and-black tights, and sporting the lovely Cherry on his arm.)
*ANNOUNCER*: And his opponent, making his way to the ring, and accompanied by Cherry... He hails from Calgary, Alberta, Canada and weighs in at 232 pounds... "The Heartbreak Hitman" Bret Michaels!
(Bret and Cherry make their way to the ring. Cherry stops by the ringside while Bret promptly climbs into the ring where Billy Ubermark is standing there staring at him with a scowl on his face and the microphone still in his hand. Bret Michaels immediately walks over to Billy and arrogently plucks the microphone out of Billy's hand. He turns around and tosses the microphone out of the ring, and then turns back to face Billy with his arms out and a cocky smile on his face. Billy mouth to Michaels, "Oh, that's the way you wanna play?" Michaels nods with the arrogent smile still emblazend on his face. With that, Billy lunges at H.B.H. The two men lock up as Michaels entrance music dies out, and the match is on.)
*BELL RINGS*
Billy and H.B.H. start grappling with each other in the middle of the ring. H.B.H. slips around Billy and gets behind him. He tries for a German Suplex, but Billy counters by dropping to all fours, slipping under H.B.H.'s legs, and grabbing him around the waist from behind. H.B.H. tries to break the hold by trying to hit Billy with some reverse elbow shots to the head. After about three elbows, Billy breaks the hold. H.B.H. spins around and triescatch Billy with an Enzuguri-like kick, but Billy ducks and H.B.H. lands on the canvas. H.B.H. quickly gets to his feet, but Billy grabs his head and nails him with a Sit-out Jawbreaker. H.B.H. staggers around the ring for a couple seconds grabbing his mouth. Billy stands up and charges at H.B.H. from behind, and catches him with a Bulldog driving H.B.H.'s head into the canvas. Billy quickly rolls H.B.H. over onto his back, climbs on top of him and starts driving closed fists into H.B.H.'s face in an attempt to make him bleed. H.B.H. struggles for a couple seconds and then kicks his legs up and hooks Billy's arms with them. H.B.H. then sits up and simultaniously uses his legs to pull Billy off of him. Billy rolls backwards as H.B.H. sits up, but immediately stands up and delivers a dropkick to H.B.H.'s face. H.B.H. falls backwards onto his back grabbing his face.
The ref comes over to see if Michaels is bleeding, but he's not. Billy Ubermark wastes no time. He runs over to the ropes and attempts a Lionsault onto H.B.H.'s head. Michaels, however, alertly rolls out of the way and Billy lands chest first on the canvas. Billy rolls on the canvas and cluthes at his chest in pain as Bret Michaels stands up and adjusts his tights. Billy soon gets to his feet, as well, but Michaels is waiting for him. He grabs Billy and attempts to whip him into one of the corners of the ring. Billy reverses the whip, and Michaels ends up going into the corner, back-first. Billy tries to follow the move up and charges into the ring after Michaels, but H.B.H. gets a foot up into the air and catches Billy in the jaw with it. Billy stumbles backwards from Michael's boot, and Michaels charges out of the corner and nails Billy with a sharp clothesline. Billy goes down to the canvas, grabbing at his own throat. H.B.H. wastes no time and starts stomping on Billy's forehead, repeatedly, trying to bust him open. After several stomps. H.B.H. grabs Billy by the hair and props Billy up on his knees. H.B.H. takes a step or two back and then hits a Tajiri-style Buzzsaw Kick to the face. Billy spins around on his knees and lands with his throat across the middle rope of the ring, facing the crowd. The crowd mocks Billy, as H.B.H. digs down in his tights for something. Eventually, he pulls out a small screwdriver. The crowd gives a mix of boos and cheers as H.B.H. holds the tool up for the audience to see. Quickly, he leans down over Billy, trapping Ubermark on the ropes, and tries to jab the screwdriver into Billy's forehead. Billy gets a hand up and tries to hold off the screwdriver. The two struggle against one another for a few moments, with the screwdriver just inches away from Billy's brow. Finally, Billy is able to adjust his grip on H.B.H.'s wrist to make him let go of the screwdriver, and it falls out of the ring. Now, without his weapon, H.B.H. gets off of Billy and nails him in the stomach with a sharp kick. Billy lurches and grabs at his stomach with one arm, while still leaning over the middle rope. H.B.H. delivers a second kick to Billy's stomach. He then rushes to the far ropes, bounces off with a good head of steam, and jumps onto the back of Billy's neck strangling him on the middle rope. Billy slumps off the rope, grabbing his throat in agony. H.B.H. grabs Billy by the hair. He pulls him to his feet, locks both arms and drives Billy face first into the canvas with a Double-Arm DDT.
The ref comes over and looks at Billy's head. There's no blood, so the match goes on.
H.B.H. grabs Billy by the hair on the back of his head and starts slamming his face into the canvas a couple times. Eventually, he looks at the ref and demands he checks Billy's forehead, again. The ref checks, but Billy still isn't bleeding. HBH pulls Billy to his feet by the back of his ring tights. He takes his forearm and drives it hard into the small of Billy's back while still holding the tights. Billy slumps down to his knees, and H.B.H. pulls Billy back to his feet and does the same thing again. He grabs Billy from behind and hits him with a Backdrop Suplex, laying him out in the middle of the ring. H.B.H. then points over to one corner of the ring. He goes over and climbs up to the top turnbuckle. He points down at Billy and launches himself off for a Flying Elbow Smash aimed at Billy's head. Billy rolls out of the way at the last minute, and H.B.H. hits nothing but canvas. Michaels flops around on the canvas for a few moments, grabbing at his elbow. Billy gets up while H.B.H. is flopping around. He grabs Michaels by the hair and pulls him to his feet. He whips Michaels hard into one of the turnbuckles and then follows him into the corner with a Flying Forearm Smash. H.B.H. is hung up in the corner. Billy takes the opportunity to drive a could of hard shoulder blocks into Michaels' stomach area, and then finishes off with a standing dropkick to Michaels' chest. Michaels staggers out of the corner, but Billy grabs him by the head, climbs to the second turnbuckle and executes a Tornado DDT.
H.B.H. is hurt. The ref comes in to see if H.B.H. is bleeding, but sees nothing and the match continues.
While the ref is checking H.B.H. for blood, Billy Ubermark gets to his feet. He sneaks over to one of the turnbuckles and starts pulling the padding off of it. With the hard metal exposed in the corner, Billy lifts H.B.H. to his feet. Billy drags H.B.H. over to the exposed corner and slams Michaels' head onto the cold metal. H.B.H. staggers off and the fans gasp, expecting to see blood. The ref checks H.B.H., but his face is fine. Billy grabs H.B.H. and tries to slam his face into the exposed turnbuckle, again. This time H.B.H. gets a foot up and blocks the attempt. He nails Billy with a hard elbow to the ribs and Billy lets go of Michaels' head. Michaels turns around and delivers a couple of hard fists to Billy's face. He backs Billy up against the ropes. Michaels shoots Billy off into the opposite ropes. Billy comes running back, and Michaels nails him with a Spinning Heel Kick to the face. Billy goes down to the canvas. Michaels goes over to Billy and hits a standing knee drop on Billy's face. Billy grabs his head in pain. H.B.H. grabs Billy off the canvas. He stands him up and executes a Reversed Russian Leg Sweep, sending Billy face-first onto the mat. The ref comes in to look, but Billy isn't bleeding yet.
Again, Michaels drags Billy to his feet. He whips into the corner and then follows up with a running elbow smash to Billy's face. H.B.H. climbs the turnbuckles, trapping Billy in the corner. He starts to deliver a 10-count of closed fists to Billy's face. Once done, H.B.H. looks across the ring and sees the exposed turnbuckle, again. H.B.H. grabs Billy and tries to Irish Whip him out of the corner. Billy stops half-way and reverses the whip, and H.B.H. slams back-first into the exposed metal turnbuckle. H.B.H. flips over the turnbuckle from the impact, onto the apron, and then falls to the floor outside the ring, grabbing his back. Billy looks where Michaels landed, and then backs up to get a running start for his next move. Michaels is digging under the ring for something, and comes up with a chair. Billy doesn't see this. He runs to the turnbuckle, jumps to the top rope, and launches himself off for a Flying Double Axe-Handle. Michaels brings the chair up at Billy's head. Billy gets his hands over his face, but still gets smacked hard with the chair. Billy lands on the hard arena floor in a crumpled up mess.
Billy rolls onto his back, clutching his forehead. The ref looks over the top rope to check Billy. He's not bleeding, but he's clearly in pain.
Michaels is now standing by the guard rail with the chair still in his hand. He winces from the pain in his back as he moves, but he comes at Billy and swings the chair at the floored wrestler. Billy rolls out of the way, and Michaels only connects with the floor. Billy starts trying to pull himself up with the help of the guard railing. Michaels takes a swing at Billy, but Billy ducks and Michaels only connects with the rail. Billy then takes the opportunity to hit a cheap shot to Michaels' groin. H.B.H. drops the chair, and immediately doubles up with pain. Billy now takes the chair and drives it across the back of H.B.H., sending him to his knees. He then grabs H.B.H. and runs him face-first into the steel steps that lead into the ring. H.B.H. manages to get a hand in front of his face before the impact, but still takes the brunt of the impact with his head. Billy tries to shake the cobwebs out of his head as he grabs H.B.H. by the back of the tights. He rolls H.B.H. into the ring.
Billy starts climbing in the ring, himself, bringing the chair with him. The ref takes the opportunity to look at Michaels' forehead, but its still not bleeding.
H.B.H. is trying to get to his feet. Billy sizes H.B.H. up for a second, the does a Dropkick to the Ribs that drives the chair into H.B.H.'s ribcage. H.B.H. rolls over onto his back and grabs the side of his chest in pain. Billy takes H.B.H. and adjusts his position, slightly. He then places the chair over H.B.H.'s face and climbs to the top rope. The crowd gives a mixed reaction as Billy takes a moment to pose for them, and then attempts to connect with the Crossfire Leg-drop from off the top rope. H.B.H., however, rolls out of the way, leaving the chair behind him. Billy lands squarely on the chair and then rolls over, grabbing his leg and right buttock in pain from the impact. H.B.H. slowly climbs to his feet as Billy writhes in agony on the mat. He looks at where Billy is, and starts stompping one foot. H.B.H. is tuning upt he band as he waits for Billy to stagger to his feet. Billy finally gets up on both feet. H.B.H. lets loose and tries for the Sweet Chin Muzak! Billy, however, ducks at the last second and Michaels connects with the face of the referee! The ref goes down in a heap. Michaels is shocked that he missed and stares at the ref for a moment. Billy seizes the opportunity from the distraction and grabst he chair, again. As H.B.H. turns around, Billy nails him in the stomach with the chair. Billy tosses the chair on the ground. He grabs H.B.H. by the head and signals that he's going for the Canadian Destroyer! Billy gets H.B.H. in position, but H.B.H. counters the move and shoulder throws Billy. Billy flips over H.B.H. and lands on his back, squarely on top of the chair. H.B.H. staggers over to the ring ropes and catch his breath. Meanwhile Billy is lying on top of the chair, clutching at his back. Billy rolls over and grabs the nearby ring ropes to try and pull himself to his feet. He finally stands up, but he's clearly dazed. H.B.H. sees this and starts stompping his feet to tune up the band, again!
Suddenly, the crowd erupts in a huge chorus of cheers! Spaz is running down to the ringside, and he's carrying a baseball bat! Spaz slides into the ring with the baseball bat cocked over his right shoulder! He eyes Billy and prepares to swing at him. H.B.H. is waiting for the ring moment to nail Billy with the Sweet Chin Muzak. Billy staggers away from the ropes and towards the middle of the ring. H.B.H. starts to unleash his finishing move. At the same time, Spaz takes a massive swing with his baseball bat. Billy sees Spaz swinging and ducks! Spaz follows through with the swing and connects squarely with H.B.H.'s face! The shot is so hard that the wooden bat actually splinters from the impact! H.B.H. collapses onto his back, apparently out cold! Spaz stares in disbelief at what he's done and starts swearing. Billy gets to his feet, runs up behind Spaz, and catches him with a "Virgin Sacrafice!" The fans cheers turn into boos in a matter of seconds. Spaz is lying on the canvas in a daze from the move. Billy quickly rolls Spaz out of the ring. He stumbles over to where the damaged baseball bat is lying and picks it off the ground, then goes over to the referee. He shakes the ref and gets him to wake up. He then helps the ref to his feet, and tells him to go check on H.B.H. The ref stumbles to where H.B.H. is lying and sees that his face is covered in blood from the impact with the baseball bat. The ref immediately calls for the bell, and goes over to give his decision to the ring announcer!)
*BELL RINGS*
*ANNOUNCER*: Here is your winner of this match, Billy "The Virgin" Ubermark!
(The ref comes over and raises one of Billy's arms in victory. Billy drops the bat and stands there, somewhat wobbily with a tired smile on his face. All around him, the audience is filled with boos and cat calls! Eventually the ref drops Billy's hand and goes to check on H.B.H. Billy quickly staggers out of the ring and starts heading up the ramp. As he does so, he turns around to look back at the ring. There, Spaz is slumped on the floor, trying to get to his feet. Spaz looks over and sees Billy heading up the ramp facing back at him. Billy raises his arms in a cocky pose as he walks backwards up the ramp, making sure Spaz can see him all the way. The camera cuts to a close-up of Spaz, who gives a fierce glare at Billy Ubermark. It then cuts to a shot of H.B.H., who is starting to wake up. In the ring, Cherry is kneeling by his side showing great concern for him. Beside her is the ref, who is also checking on H.B.H. The fans continue to be heard voicing their displeasure throughout the arena as the camera zooms in for a close up of H.B.H.'s bloodied face. With this as the final image, the scene fades to black.)
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Post by #Classic Hi-Definition X on Nov 13, 2006 15:39:56 GMT -5
*We come back and are backstage with HBH being bandaged up. Cherry looks very concerned*
Cherry: I knew that something like this was going to happen. Seeing that beautiful face covered in blood...ugh, I don't even want to think about it.
HBH: That wouldn't have happened if that moron Spaz had kept his nose where it didn't belong. AHHHHHHH!!!!! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING, DOC?!
Cherry: Be careful with him! He was just in a very dangerous match!
Doctor: Yes, I'm well aware of that.
HBH: Then be more careful next time, you quack!
*All of a sudden Hoss Matthews enters the picture*
Hoss: Excuse me Bret, but after your match with Billy Ubermark, how are you feeling?
HBH: How am I feeling? HOW AM I FEELING?! WHAT KIND OF AN IDIOTIC QUESTION IS THAT?!? HOW DO YOU THINK I FEEL, YOU F***ING A******?!? I had that match won until Spaz decided to run in and spoil it for me. Well guess what? Spaz, you want to ruin my matches? How about this? You and me, one-on-one, next week? YOUR ASS IS MINE!! *turns to Hoss* Now get the f*** outta here before I beat the s*** out of you!
*Hoss quickly exits while HBH is still being bandaged up*
*Cut to the next segment*
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