Oak: Certified Jade Hater
Bill S. Preston, Esq.
Edgier than Wayne Brady, Harder than Chinese Arithmetic, and Higher than the ratings for Blade: The Series
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Post by Oak: Certified Jade Hater on Nov 13, 2006 15:59:31 GMT -5
*As Evans barely starts to get to the back, Coach O'Hare hits him with a forearm to the back knocking him back down.
O'Hare: Thought I forgot about our match, eh lad? Well, guess again! We're having our cage match right now!
O'Hare grabs Evans by the hair and drags him out to the ring area where the cage begins to lower down. O'Hare tosses him into the ring and climbs in.
O'Hare: Start the match! Start the match dammit!!
The bell rings as the cage continues to lower. O'Hare starts to stomp on Evans, aggravating his already sore back. O'Hare picks Evans up and tosses him right into the steel, making him bleed even more. Evans stumbles out, swinging wildly at nothing, fighting on pure instinct. O'Hare stops the swinging by hitting him with a shot to the gut followed by a DDT, planting Evans head first. O'Hare starts to go for a pin, but stops and stomps on the open wound of Evans. O'Hare picks Evans up and starts to talk smack, even going so far as to slap him right in the face. Evans seems to wake up from that, hitting an Enzu-Fury to O'Hare's suprise. Evans gets up and hits a Pendulem Elbow, catching O'Hare in the throat. Evans gets back up and raises his hand in the air a la Sabin. O'Hare is back up now and tries to hit a Northern Lariat, but Evans ducks and grabs O'Hare's arms, hooking them. Evans turns around and yells "Arriba!" before hitting the Anxiety, knocking O'Hare out cold. Evans makes the pin, and gets the win.
Announcer: Here is your winner, Chris! EVANS!!!
Evans gets up, his face still bleeding. He walks out of the cage, looking back at O'Hare before shaking his head, almost in shame.
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Post by teamireland on Nov 13, 2006 16:40:28 GMT -5
* Cut back to the EWT arena. We see that there is an escalator set-up in the ring. The top of the escalator is set-up in such a way that it faces the entrance ramp while the other end sits on the floor just outside the ring. There is a kid sitting playing near the escalator.* * Toni "The Garc" Garcya: The following contest is an "Escalator to Heaven" Match for the EWT World Tag-Team Championship. In order to win one must scale the escalator in the ring & grab the title belts suspended from the ceiling. * A rocked up version of "Amhrán na bhFiann" begins playing over the EWT speakers & the crowd instantly start booing for all they're worth. Coach O'Hare makes his way out with a huge beaming grin plastered over his mug. As always, he's waving his hurley with the Tricolour attached. Aidan Donnelly & Sean McCann follow O'Hare out on to the top of the ramp, gesturing smugly towards their EWT World Tag-Team title belts.* Garcya: Introducing first the EWT World Tag-Team Champions, at a combined weight of 396lbs, being accompanied by Coach O'Hare, proudly representing their home country of Ireland, Sean McCann & Aidan Donnelly, TEAM IRELAND!* Team Ireland's green, white & gold pyro goes off & they continue on down to the ring. Once inside both men hand over their belts & attach them to the apparatus suspended from the ceiling as "The Garc" makes the next set of introductions.* Garcya: And their opponents… * "Hair of the Dog" by Nazareth begins playing & the crowd's reaction does a complete 180 as they start cheering wildly for Raskall & Trunk. Rick & Marcus punch fists together at the top of the entrance way & raise their hands in the air to acknowledge the fans.* Garcya:…at a combined weight of 535lbs, from Los Angeles, California & Detroit, Michigan respectively… RASKALL & TRUNK!Nick Russ: This is going to be an incredible match, Jerome. Team Ireland's first title defense against the re-debuting team of Raskall & Trunk. Jerome "The Lord" East: Yeah, in an "Escalator to Heaven" match, no less. I have to give the advantage to Team Ireland, though. Even though none of the four men in this match is familiar with this particular match-type Team Ireland have a bit of an advantage in terms of team-work. Raskall & Trunk haven’t teamed in an EWT ring in God knows how long. Russ: That could be an advantage to the challengers, Jerome. Any EWT fans unfamiliar with Raskall & Trunk will be eager to see how well they stack up against the new World Tag-Team Champions. Raskall & Trunk will be out to make a big impression tonight. DING-DING-DING! * The match is underway, but none of the four men involved seems quite sure what to do. Sean McCann looks nervously towards the escalator, Aidan Donnelly stares down the opponents, Marcus Trunk glares back at Donnelly & Rick Raskall cockily leans back against the ropes. McCann makes a dash for the escalator & Raskall runs over to stop him. The two begin exchanging blows at the foot of the escalator. Meanwhile, Donnelly & Trunk are battling inside the ring. Donnelly is going to work on Trunk with a few European Uppercuts. Trunk is a little rocked by these blows, but is able to come back at Donnelly with a strong clothesline. Donnelly is sent spinning. Back at the escalator, Raskall has knocked down Sean McCann. He goes to scale the escalator, but the small child is sitting on the steps.* Russ: Why is that child sitting on the escalator? East: I hope his pants get caught & a bloodbath ensues! Russ: Don't you think that’s a little harsh? East: I don't wish the child harm, but his mother should have to suffer that traumatic ordeal, for not bringing him up with the proper respect. Listen, not a year goes by, not a year, that I don't hear about some escalator accident involving some bastard kid which could have easily been avoided had some parent - I don't care which one - but some parent conditioned him to fear and respect that escalator. * Raskall lifts the kid up & places him to the side. McCann uses this momentary distraction to club Raskall from behind. McCann leaps up onto Raskall's shoulders & performs a reverse Hurracanrana, sending Rick flying back from the escalator. Donnelly, meanwhile has his hands full with Trunk. He just can't seem to shift the big man. Trunk's clothesline knocked Donnelly a little woozy, but before Trunk could capitalize in any serious way, Donnelly was back up again. His Suplex attempts failed to move Trunk in any serious way. All Trunk had to do was stand his ground. That is until Coach O'Hare clobbered Trunk from behind with the hurley. As Trunk turns to face O'Hare, Donnelly takes him down with a swift Chop Block. Donnelly continues to stomp on the knee of Marcus & drop elbows onto his left leg. Donnelly wraps Trunk's leg around his own, then rolls forward, taking Trunk with him. Trunk grabs at his knee in agony. Donnelly signals for O'Hare to send a few weapons into the ring; chairs, tables & such. With Trunk now at a bit of a disadvantage, Aidan drags the big man to his feet. With some incredible effort, Aidan hits a suplex on Trunk. The feat leaves Donnelly exhausted. Back at the escalator…* East: Rick Raskall is out right here in front of us. That reverse hurracanrana from McCann right onto the concrete has knocked out one of the challengers. Russ: Not quite. Raskall's starting to stir. Don't underestimate Raskall & Trunk, Jerome. * Raskall gets to his feet just in time to stop Sean from making it to the escalator. Sean delivers an enzuguiri to Raskall & makes it on to the first step of the escalator. Raskall also gets on & catches up to Sean. The pair begin fighting as they continue to ascend. Both men are punching at eachother, neither one fully realizing just how close to the top of the escalator they are. Raskall looks up for a moment & sees that they are approaching the peak of the escalator. He puts his feet out to the sides & braces himself. Sean quickly catches on to what Raskall is doing & attempts the same. But Raskall catches Sean with a knee to the gut. With Sean doubled over Raskall sets him into a powerbomb position. Raskall hefts Sean up on his shoulders & hits the "L.A.Twist". Both men come plummeting down from the escalator, crash landing on top of Trunk. Donnelly was fortunate enough to be out of the way when both men fell. Donnelly takes a chair from O'Hare & hits a few digs on both Raskall & Trunk before proceeding up the escalator. However, he would've been best to let sleeping dogs lie. That little jab has revived Rick Raskall. Unseen by Aidan or O'Hare, Raskall heads to the apron standing on the side opposite to the escalator. Aidan ascends the escalator, not bothering to walk up the steps, just standing there & waiting to go to the top. O'Hare stands at the foot of the escalator cheering on Donnelly. Donnelly reaches the top of the escalator & is within reach of the title belts when Raskall suddenly springboards from the ropes up towards Aidan & hits a breathtaking Dragonrana! Both mean go crashing to the ground once again landing next to their already downed comrades. The crowd starts a "HO-LY S***! HO-LY S***!" chant as all four men lie there, exhausted. Coach O'Hare begins sliding tables into the ring, in the hope that one of his lads will arise first & make use of them. Unfortunately for O'Hare & Team Ireland, Marcus Trunk is first to his feet. Sean McCann is just beginning to stir. Trunk seems to have an idea. He begins to set up the tables at the side of the ring opposite to the escalator, two tables right next to eachother. He stacks a third & fourth table on top of those. & grabs Sean McCann. Before Trunk can even attempt to do whatever it was he was planning, McCann knees him in the gut. Normally this would have little effect on Trunk, but he's been absorbing a lot of punishment in this match & it's clearly catching up to him. McCann pulls off a Dropsault right on to Trunk's chest. Seizing the opportunity, McCann wearily makes his way towards the escalator. Raskall & Donnelly are now beginning to stir as well.* * McCann makes it to the esclator, with Trunk not far behind him. Sean gets on the steps & tries to catch his breath, merely allowing the steps to take him up to the top. Trunk gets on a few steps behind Sean. Trunk stands on the one step, pounding his fist on the handrail as Sean is just out of his reach. Suddenly he realizes that he can actually climb up the steps to close the distance. Sean looks back over his shoulder & sees Trunk coming. Sean takes a leap into the air & lands a double stomp on Trunk's back. Using the momentum from the double stomp & twisting in mid-air, McCann lands an improvised Springboard Cross-Body on Rick Raskall who was standing at the foot of the escalator. The crowd breaks into another "HO-LY S***! HO-LY S***!" chant. Trunk's body has rolled down the escalator. Donnelly, upon seeing this, grabs the back of Trunk's head & attempts to force it onto the steps. Trunk fights back, in spite of his fatigue, and he & Donnelly attempt to scrap their way up the escalator. Donnelly, being on the slightly higher step merely boots Trunk in the face. Trunk goes tumbling backwards & Aidan attempts to avail of the opportunity to take Trunk out of the match permanently. Aidan sits on the handrail of the escalator & goes sliding down leaping out onto Trunk who has only just got to his feet. Trunk manages to catch Aidan & swings him around nailing a perfect Trunk Buster. Trunk, falls to his knees in exhaustion & takes some time to recuperate. Meanwhile, McCann & O'Hare have been busy setting up a ladder under the title belts.* Russ: Come on! They can't do that. You have to ascend on the ESCALATOR to retrieve the belts! East: This match is NO DISQUALIFICATION, Nick. If they can get the belts, they win the match. It's that simple… isn't it? Russ: No, the ONLY way to win is by scaling the escalator. I guess Team Ireland weren't studying as much video footage as Raskall & Trunk were. * McCann shakily & wearily scales the ladder. Rick Raskall, only recently recovered, chases O'Hare off. Then, he begins to climb the ladder, grabbing at the back of Sean McCann's sweat pants & pulling the Irishman down off the ladder. Raskall boots McCann in the mid-section, takes a few steps back & takes him down with a Famouser. Rather than go towards the escalator, Raskall grabs the ladder & folds it up. He sets the ladder up at a corner, leaving it resting on two sets of middle ropes. He picks up McCann & throws his body onto the ladder. Raskall then goes outside the ring & climbs to the top turnbuckle. He leaps from the top rope, looking to hit "Bridge Over the River Kwai", but McCann rolls off the ladder at the last instant, meaning that Raskall lands back first on the ladder. Raskall falls to the ground in agony, clutching at his back.* East: Oooh! Raskall crashes & burns. He'll have a hard time recovering from that mistake. Russ: This match is far from over yet, Jerome. Those tag-title belts are STILL hanging from the ceiling. Neither team has managed to get them yet. * Sean slowly gets to his feet. He drags Raskall towards the escalator where Aidan & Trunk are beginning to get to their feet. Sean beckons Coach O'Hare over. O'Hare comes & hits Trunk with a mighty smash over the head from his hurley. Trunk is down again. Sean holds Raskall up, asking O'Hare to do the same to him. O'Hare winds up & takes a swing, Raskall ducks at the last minute, but O'Hare narrowly misses hitting Sean. As O'Hare makes a quick apology to Sean, Raskall nails both men with a two-footed dropkick. He makes it to the escalator & Donnelly follows him. Both men are scrapping with each other up to the very top as the escalator carries them. Eventually Aidan gets an advantage when he hits Raskall with a low-blow. Aidan shouts something down to Sean, who has recovered from Raskall's dropkick. Sean positions himself on the ring apron. Donnelly manages to lift Raskall onto his shoulders into a Samoan Drop position. As Donnelly & Raskall reach the peak of the escalator, Donnelly leans backwards, Sean Springboards up towards Donnelly & hits a neckbreaker on Raskall. All three men go crashing down to the mat below & the crowd goes beserk again!* Russ: AMAZING! A springboard "Flight of the Earls" by Team Ireland! East: That was foolish! Donnelly could've had the belts there & then. Team Ireland are only wasting time & it might wind up costing them their newly won tag-team titles! Russ: Just take a look in to that ring. Tables stacked up, a ladder laying across the ropes, McCann, Donnelly & Raskall all down, Trunk is still down over at the escalator, O'Hare is just barely on his feet! * O'Hare makes his way over to where Team Ireland & Raskall are lying. He attempts to rouse both Donnelly & McCann. Both men are just barely able to get to their feet. O'Hare helps them up. He takes a water bottle from his pocket & squirts a bit into the faces of both his protégés. Both men are still a little woozy, but are a bit more able now. McCann, makes his way towards the escalator again. But Trunk bars his way.* Russ: Looks like bad news for Team Ireland. I doubt they'd be able to get Trunk set up for "Flight of the Earls". Or just about any other move in their arsenal, for that matter. * O'Hare is oblivious to what’s happening between Trunk & McCann as he’s too busy trying to get Donnelly completely revived. He's also too concerned with mocking Raskall. As O'Hare bends down to taunt Raskall, Rick suddenly hits an AJ Styles Pele-esque kick to O'Hare's head. Rick is back on his feet again & also makes his way towards the escalator.* Don West [in the audience]: PAY-LAY! PAY-LAY! PAY-LAY! DID YOU SEE THAT?! HE HIT IT OUT OF NOWHERE!! YOU’VE GOTTA BE KIDDING MEEEEEE! East: Can someone shut that idiot up? I can hear him all the way over here! * As Sean is occupied with Trunk, Raskall sneaks past them & goes to get on the escalator again. Only to see the same child from earlier sitting on the steps again.* East: This is unbelievable! That kid is BACK on the escalator AGAIN! * Raskall removes the child again & carries him over to some EWT security guards. Before Raskall can make it much closer to the escalator, Donnelly hooks his arms from behind. Aidan launches himself over & hits the "Guinness Hangover".* Russ: Donnelly has probably taken Raskall out of this match entirely with the "Guinness Hangover". East: BRILLIANT! * Trunk manages to finally get an advantage over Sean McCann. Marcus delivers a big knee to the gut of McCann. Sean doubles over & Trunk grabs him, setting Sean up on his shoulders in a powerbomb position. Trunk continues to hold McCann like this as he runs up the escalator.* Russ: This must've been what Trunk was planning earlier! He’s going to powerbomb McCann through that stack of tables! * As Trunk makes it to the top of the escalator he takes a leap off. Sean McCann, who just suddenly came to his senses, reaches up & grabs a hold of the tag-team belts, taking them down with him, just as he & Trunk go crashing through the stack of tables! The crowd explodes into another "HO-LY S***! HO-LY S***!" chant!* DING-DING-DING! * "Amhrán na bhFiann" begins playing as "The Garc" makes the official announcement.* Garcya: Here are your winners & STILL EWT World Tag-Team Champions… TEAM IRELAND!* O'Hare goes mental! He pulls Sean out from the heap of splintered wood & goes to revive Aidan over at the foot of the escalator. All the time, O'Hare clutches those tag belts close to his own chest. Eventually, he's able to get Aidan to help him carry Sean back up the ramp.* Russ: Whether you love them or hate them, you have to give some respect to Team Ireland for emerging victorious from that match. East: It’s hard to say that they look like winners, but those tag-team titles make it impossible to deny. *Cut to a video package of highlights from Symphony of Destruction.*
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Queen Rosa
Mike the Goon
All hail the queen!
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Post by Queen Rosa on Nov 13, 2006 22:15:58 GMT -5
*We come back from commercial for the next match*
Ring Announcer: The following contest is a Prom Dress Match. The only way to win this match is to strip your opponent of her prom dress. Introducing first, MYSTERY!
*Mystery heads out in her dress, walking sheepishly to the ring. Fans are not quite sure how to react. "It's My Time" hits next and the fans pop*
RA: And her opponent, from Miami, Florida, QUEEN ROSA!
*Rosa walks out in her dress, not looking too thrilled. She rolls into the ring waiting for the match to start*
The bell rings to start the match. Rosa and Mystery lock up. Mystery kicks Rosa in the stomach and tosses her to the mat. She immediately goes for the dress, trying to rip it off, but Rosa kicks her in the head, knocking her to the ground. Rosa picks up Mystery and drops her with a brainbuster. She picks her up for a belly to belly suplex. Now she goes for the dress and is able to tear some of it off before Mystery grabs her by the hair and slams her down. Mystery picks up Rosa and takes her to the corner, banging her head on the turnbuckle numerous times. She whips Rosa to the opposite corner. Mystery connects with a splash followed by a bulldog.
Mystery goes back to the dress, tearing a good chunk of it off. However, before she can tear all of it apart, Rosa stands up and hits her with an enziguri. She then picks up Mystery and hits an inverted atomic drop, followed by a reverse DDT. Rosa does the Northern Lights Driver and then tears the rest of Mystery's dress off. The bell rings.
RA: Here is your winner, QUEEN ROSA!
*Rosa's arm is raised in victory, but she doesn't look happy at all. She then rolls out of the ring and hi-fives some fans on her way backstage*
*Cut to the next segment*
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Post by Mystery on Nov 14, 2006 6:07:25 GMT -5
*Mystery stand, pacing the floor of her bedroom. She looks out the window.*
She's coming. She's coming to get me. She will hurt me.
I don't want to be hurt. Please, don't let me be hurt.
*Mystery hides in the corner of her room.*
Please, don't let me get hurt. I don't want to be hurt.
Be a clown, be a clown, All the world loves a clown. Act a fool, play the calf, And you'll always have the last laugh. Wear the cap and the bells And you'll rate with all the great swells If you become a doctor, folks'll face you with dread, If you become a dentist, they'll be glad when you're dead, You'll get a bigger hand if you can stand on your head, Be a clown, be a clown, be a clown.
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Post by paulpodanski on Nov 14, 2006 10:27:48 GMT -5
Announcer: The following contest is a... Tug of War Match?! Ah whatever.
Gas Power starts up first as Gasoline makes his way out to a huge pop from the crowd, as he heads down to the ring, slapping hands with the fans as he enters the ring first.
Announcer: Introducing first, from Buffalo New York, weighing in at 323 pounds, Gasoline!
Gasoline looks around the crowd, soaking in the reaction, as he paces a bit around the ring, as he waits for his opponent. He doesn't wait long as Let the Bodies Hit the Floor pumps out, the crowd giving an almost as big pop as they did for Gas, but not quite.
Announcer: And the opponent, from Birmingham Alabama, weighing in at 300 pounds... The Drunken Demon, Paul Podanski!!!
Paul steps out onto the stage, donning some new ring gear, now sporting a pair of deep blue trunks, still wearing his jacket as usual as he gives the single finger salute, heading down to the ring and slapping hands with the fans, pulling off his jacket in mid walk and tossing it to a old fogey in the crowd of all people, then rolling into the ring, getting up and glancing over at Gasoline respectfully.
The two walk over to each other and nod, exchanging a quick hand shake as they both pick up the rope, a referee pointing out a line taped off in the ring, waiting for both men to be ready and then signaling for the bell!
Paul and Gas start both tugging desperately at the rope, trying to drag one man across the other line. However at first, nobody has a clear advantage, each man staying right where they are. Eventually, it seems Gas is taking advantage, pulling Paul slowly towards the line, but Podanski quickly resists, now tugging back and instead pulling Gas forwards! Gas of course also counters, as the two reach another stalemate, both men starting to sweat slightly. The battle rages on, as Paul starts to dragged once again, Gasoline grunting and getting Paul nearly halfway to the line. But again, Paul tries to hold himself back, slowing the dragging of him down, as Gasoline continues to pull. Eventually Paul starts pulling again, now dragging Gas along the ground. He starts to inch closer towards the center, but again, just like Paul, he also resists. The two look at each other, as another stalemate occurs, the two men seeming very evenly matched, despite Gasoline's size and weight advantage. Soon though Paul starts to once again take control, pulling Gas closer to the line again, as he tries to stop himself. Paul however is pulling with everything he's got, eventually getting Gas right across the line, before falling over on his back, the bell ringing as this... contest draws to a close.
Announcer: Ladies and Gentlemen... the winner of the Tug of War... Paul Podanski!!!
Paul sits up, panting a bit, as he gets back up, walking over to Gas, who also seems to be a bit worn out from this interesting bout. The two reach out, shaking hands, as Gas holds up Paul's in victory, the crowd giving both men a nice pop for this good sportsmanship, as Paul reaches into his trunk pockets, pulling out a pair of beer bottles, looking at Gas and shoving one into his hand. Gas shrugs, the two clinking bottles together as they share a celebratory drink in front of the crowd as we fade to commercial.
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Post by chanceconfidence on Nov 14, 2006 16:47:56 GMT -5
King of Kings starts up as Merc is seen heading down towards the ring, a rather sour look on his face, as he knows what will happen if he loses, as he receives a decent reaction from the crowd.
Announcer: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. The loser shall becomes the other's Slave for a Month! Introducing first, from Parts Unknown, weighing in at 305 pounds, Mercenary!
Merc simply rolls into the ring, warming up and stretching a bit as he paces, rather nervously, around the ring.Soon his opponent makes his way out as Sweetest Perfection starts up.
Chance: AND INTRODUCING... well, his current opponent and future master, currently residing wherever the hell I feel like, he weighs in at... why, 229 pounds! He is the splendid spectacular legend in the making, make way for CHANCE...CONFIDENCE!!!
The crowd boos at Chance's less than modest announcing of himself, as he smirks, hopping up onto the apron, only to get taken right off with a shoulder tackle by Merc, sending him landing on his feet outside, clutching his chest. Merc quickly exits as he viciously starts beating the living hell out of Confidence with some nasty fists, eventually backing him up against the barricade, as Chance struggles to fight out, but not too much avail Merc definitely doesn't want to lose this match. He lifts Chance up in a Gorilla Press, now dropping him throat first across the barricade, Chance gasping in pain, now laying strewn over it as Merc continues his blatant assaulting, clubbing relentlessly at Confidence's back, before pulling him off and tossing him in the ring.He quickly follows just as the bell rings, Chance groaning in pain.
He struggles to his feet, just in time to receive a big boot to the skull, sending him stumbling back further. Merc grins, scooping Chance up and slamming him down hard, now following up with an elbow drop, as he goes for a cover. 1...2
Chance manages to kick out, as Merc looks on frustrated, mounting his opponent and punching even more, Confidence pretty much only able to shield his face with his hands, Merc once getting up off, hoisting his opponent back to his feet, lifting him up high, then dropping him with a Vertical Suplex. He lifts him back up again, now slapping on an Abdominal Stretch, Chance screaming out in pain, as Merc grins, looking very pleased with himself. Eventually he switches up, turning the stretch into a Sitout Pump Handle Slam, once again going for the cover. 1...2...
Chance once again kicks out, as Merc holds his hands over his face, panting a bit, as he now gets up, stomping all over the place at his downed opponent, Confidence now desperately rolling out of the ring, as he stands on the outside trying to recover. Merc doesn't give him much opportunity though, charging and connecting with a baseball slide kick, sending Chance back into the barricade! Merc gets back up, rolling outside, then charging, Chance desperately dropping him with a Drop Toe Hold, Merc's skull bouncing hard off the barricade. He groans in pain as Confidence backs up, taking a breather, as he nows places some simply kicks right into the back area of Merc as he stands draped. He yanks him off, assaulting him with a series of stiff European uppercuts, dazing him further, as he's now up against the ring apron. Chance runs overs, leaping atop the barricade, then back at Merc, hitting the Front Dropkick, jamming him right in the chest. Merc groans, as Confidence rises back to his feet afterwards, wiping sweat off his brow. He rolls Merc back into the ring, as he follows inside. Merc gets back up, as Chance snaps off an Arm Wrench, turning it into a standing Armbar, as he gets Merc down to both knees. As he has the hold locked on, he drives a few knees into Merc's back, to do further damage. Merc groans, trying to fight out of this hold, but Chance isn't giving. Chance decides to switch up, taking Merc down with an Arm Wringer to the mat, then dropping the leg across, doing further damage. He immediately switches up to a Cross Arm Breaker, now focusing on seemingly breaking Merc's arm... as he yelps, immediately struggling to escape. He starts trying to scoot towards the ropes, as Confidence continues to clinch on, applying pressure. Merc manages to resist long enough, grasping the bottom rope, breaking up the submission He now desperately nurses that arm of his, as Confidence is back up, walking over and delivering a few blatant stomps across the area, Merc gasping in pain, Confidence lifting him up, dragging him over to the center of the ring and snapping off a Jumping Arm Breaker, continuing the punishment. he smirks, going for a swift cover. 1...2...
Merc manages to kick out though. Chance sits up, clutching his back slightly, as he rises back up, running off the ropes, coming back with a Handspring Moonsault Splash, but Merc rolls out of the way just in time, Chance bouncing hard off the mat! Merc is back on his feet, looking pumped now, as he now puts some more stomps into Confidence, then lifting him up, a bit slowly, as he plants him into the mat with an STO, using his good arm of course. Chance groans as Merc rolls him over swiftly, now applying a Camel Clutch, a one armed one, but still effective nonetheless. Chance growls in pain... as he tries to shake Merc off, but he's not giving at all. Eventually Chance tries crawling desperately towards the ropes, as further pressure is applied. Again though, like Merc earlier, Chance reaches and grabs the bottom rope, breaking up the count. He groans, slowly rising to his feet as Merc is back up as well, charging right at him, but Chance countering with a Landing Dropsault, sending Merc staggering back. Chance then charges forward, snapping off a Tornado DDT and spiking Merc right into the canvas. He goes for yet another cover. 1.....2....
NO! Merc gets a shoulder up this time, Confidence sitting up and rubbing his face in frustration. He gets back up swiftly, grabbing Merc's arm again, then stomping directly at it, Merc gasping further in pain! Confidence then yanks him up again, snapping off an Arm Breaker, Merc yelping out in pain, clutching even closer. Chance then makes the pain even further, as he switches up to a Hammerlock, Merc screaming desperately, as Confidence seems to be trying to snap his arm into. He fights back with his free hand though, nailing a few shots to the face, dazing Confidence slightly. He groans, releasing the hold after awhile, as Merc starts to assault Chance now with some stiff punches with the same hand, sending him stumbling back into the turnbuckle. He backs up, hitting some shoulder tackles and driving Confidence further into the back, as he groans in pain, Merc then setting him atop, looking for the Pay Off! Chance can't fight out in time and gets dropped with the move, landing hard on the mat! Merc lands as well, nursing him arm again, as the move put a bit of pressure on it. He crawls over, making the cover. 1....2.....3
NO!!! Chance just gets the shoulder up maybe one millisecond before the three count. Merc can't believe it, as he immediately gets pissed, getting up and arguing with the referee angrily, when suddenly, Chance rolls him up with a School Boy! 1....2....3!!!
It's over! Chance steals on from Merc.
Announcer: Here is your winner... Chance Confidence!
Merc turns around, looking with a disgusted look back at Chance who smirks, as he rises back up, patting Merc atop the head. The big man spits in Chance's face... then immediately storms off, as Confidence looks on, very less then amused with this, as he wipes it off his face, onto the referee's shirt. Merc continues heading to the back, until he's stopped by Toomi's giant noggin on the toomitron, shaking his head.
Toomi: No no no Merc... I said you lose, you're Chance's Slave for a MONTH! Not, you lose and you can just get away by walking out of it.
Merc steps back, looking up at the Toomitron, with a very pissed off look.
Merc: YOU SONNUVAHootie Hoo!!!!
Chance rolls out of the ring, walking up behind Merc and tapping his shoulder, looking very smug still, as he snatches a microphone along the way.
Chance: C'mon Merc... being my slave will be fun! Well actually, no... probably not. But, not you really have a choice... now for your first action, BOW DOWN AND KISS MY FEET SWINE!
Merc turns around, simply mouthing the words "hug You" in reply, as Confidence growls, Toomi then replying.
Toomi: Either you do what he just told you... or you'll never get a single title shot in your entire EWT Career as long as I'm around! Hell, you'll be thrown so far down the card, you'll make Johnny Parisi look like Triple H!
Merc is seething now, the crowd split between booing and cheering for Merc as he grimaces, dropping down on both knees, bending down and kissing Chance's feet quickly, then pulling away. Chance gives a self satisfied smile, as he bends down and SMACKS Merc right in the face! Merc looks even more pissed, but he can't do a damn thing about it. He reluctantly rises up, walking back defeated into the backstage area, as Chance follows, Toomi looking on from above with a very satisfied look as well, as we fade to commercial.
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Maelstrom
AC Slater
The Tide Will Turn!
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Post by Maelstrom on Nov 15, 2006 7:49:20 GMT -5
We cut to the announce booth with Gorilla Monsoon
GORILLA MONSOON: We now go backstage where sum Guy should be standing by ...
We cut back to the aquarium of EWT to find Maelstrom tending to the aquatic life in the tanks. The lights are dimmed as Sum Guy approaches with Candy Girl at his side.
SUM GUY: Hi everyone I'm Sum Guy ...
CANDY GIRL: .. and I'm Candy Girl and together we ...
SUM GUY: ... got locked out of the main buildng for 5 hours today!
Maelstrom looks over breifly, with a glare that could incinerate steel before going back to his fish, the EWT World Heavyweight title around his waist.
CANDY GIRL: Well how were we supposed to know that ...
SUM GUY: ... the arena didn't open till 7 this evening. Anyway we managed to get in and now have the chance to interview the man who holds all the keys here in EWT ...
CANDY GIRL: Maelstrom ... Yay!!
SUM GUY: I love your happy enthusiasim!
CANDY GIRL: and I love working with you, you cute teddy bear, you ...
MAELSTROM: ... STOP!! ... STOP!! ...
Maelstrom appears in the middle of the interview couple like there worst nightmare come to life
MAELSTROM: ... If I wanted to suffer eternal torment, I will ask for you two to follow me around the building!
Both Sum Guy and Candy Girl look super keen for this honor
MAELSTROM: ... But I don't ...
Sum Guy and Candy Girl look crest fallen.
MAELSTROM: Now do you pair of crayfish have anything useful to say? Or do I have to pry open the sponge that you use as brain?
Candy Girl cowers behind Sum Guy who asks the questions
SUM GUY: ... Well ... erm ... Since you .. a beat Cletus Quinn we were wondering if you had any thoughts on that or possible new challengers?
MAELSTROM: Sum Guy there is no doubt that Cletus Quinn is a man of potential, he brought technical ability and talent to our match. Yet his tide turned to early and he felt the barbed wire bite like no other! ... His future may be this EWT World Heavyweight Title ... but one future is certain ... and that is he will not be taking it from me!
Maelstrom walks along the aquarium, the fish oblivious to the monster that feeds them
MAELSTROM: You asked of new challengers Sum Guy, well all I see out there is men who think talk will win matches for them, I call these men seaweed! If they can prove themselves in the ring Sum, then they can get a shot at my title .. it doesn't matter if they have talent, power, cunning, speed, a beautiful women in there corner or no women what so ever. All that matters is that when they reach the walls of the Maelstrom and try to fight past, they will be doomed to fail!!
Maelstrom taps on a tank, and a nasty sharp toothed predator rushes to the sound in search of prey. Candy screams as Sum Guy trembles in fear. Maelstrom leans in close to the two interviewers
MAELSTROM: The only promise I make my little plankton, is that come the time I will be ready but the question you have to ask of the others is simple ... Who can turn the tide? ....
Maelstrom begins to laugh with menace, like a man confident in his own power. Lights flicker in the aquarium as smoke rises from the fish tanks. Sum Guy and Candy Girl flee the room. Maelstrom a terifying force in the EWT
GORILLA MONSOON: Who can stop this guy??
(fade out)
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Post by Toom E. Guci on Nov 15, 2006 8:46:55 GMT -5
*Just then, a flash appears across the screen. Words start to scroll for all to see. It reads...*
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Post by pta on Nov 15, 2006 10:28:35 GMT -5
Immediately following Toomi's little announcement, we cut to where we can see the PTA Bus now parked outside of what looks to be like... why it's Mexico! Principal Pain is seen standing using his crutches before each of the remaining teams, all dressed in what appear to be track suits with little numbers on the front, as they all look around a bit confused.
Pain: Well gentlemen, I bet you're all wondering exactly what we're doing in this rank area of the world.
Moe: Hey... my mudda wuz from Mexico!
Pain: But.... you're clearly Caucasian.
Moe: Well... I was nevuh what'd you call... one of those expected type kids.
Pain groans.
Pain: ANYWAY... as you've all heard of, there's a little thing known as... the Running of the Bulls. You see, I know how... durable you are, so this week I intend to find out how... Fast you are.
The seven tag teams look at each other in horror, at this upcoming contest.
Zip: Dude... you're trippin right?!
Dirk: I agree... that seems dangerous. We could die.
Domino: Yeah, this does seem a tad suicidal.
Fargo: .... What do you mean he wants to have sexual relations with our mother?!
Pain holds his head in his hands.
Pain: Silence... you knew when you signed up for this, it wouldn't be a cake walk right? If you want to leave, I will certainly understand. Of course, you do realize that will probably doom you to a life of Jobbing on Velocity in Dark Matches as the closest you get to the big time. Well, that... or this. It's your choice.
The seven teams look amongst each other.
Pain: Besides... you all have insurance correct?
Faboon: Insurance is the force of the overlords of Bobunafa!
Pain: ... Whatever. Now if you look behind you, you'll see what you're out running.
A Gate rises up, showing... Bull Buchanan?!
Pain: Hmmm... out of the way.
Bull moves, revealing a fenced in area of pissed off looking bulls, snorting angrily and looking ready to run through each and every last one of them.
Pain: Don't worry... I made it a tad easier... so there's a bit less chance you'll die. Instead of the usual long run, consider this just a simple sprint. The winners of which shall get immunity for this week. Of course... if nobody survives, I guess nobody wins. Oh... and one more thing.
Pain snaps his finger, as Bull walks over, taking a handful of blindfolds and putting them over the eyes of each contestant. They all look even more confused as Pain looks at them all.
Pain: You DO want to prove you have what it takes to hang in the EWT Tag Team division correct?
They all nod quickly, as Pain reaches into his pocket, pulling out a starting pistol and shooting it off into the sky! Everyone starts running for their lives. Faboon and Zeleke take an early lead, the Mimes close behind, while Asylum Express being rather larger, have a definite lock it seems on last place. Sinder suddenly starts to gain distance, passing Dirk and Duke as well Team L33T. Clean Sweep is in a Comfortable Middle Place, as each team continues running blindly forwards. Suddenly, Domino plows right through both members of Team L33T, knocking them down, as they are then trampled by Asylum Express and Dirk and Duke, pretty much taking them out of this competition. The Mimes are meanwhile neck and neck with Raft-Shack, Sinder suddenly catching up, passing both teams, as he crosses the finish line first! He removes his blindfold as he feels the snap of tape, celebrating... when suddenly Raft-Shack both following up behind. Pain walks over, as The Mimes finish next, followed by Dirk and Duke, Dylan Domino,Clean Sweep, and Asylum Express in that order. Team L33T manages to get back up, slowly walking back over and crossing last. They all turn around, realizing Pain never released the bulls at all, as he simply smiles rather contently.
Scott: Hmmm... well, I won correct Pain?
Pain: Well... yes and no.
Scott looks a bit confused.
Scott: What exactly do you mean sir?
Pain: As much as it PAINS me to say it, Team... Raft-Shack finished first, so they gain immunity. Your partner, Domino didn't finish in time with you... so, though you won the race, you didn't win the competition. A valiant effort though I must say.
Sinder looks at Domino rather angrily, then starts cursing him out in German, as Domino just stands there and takes it. Raft-Shake meanwhile celebrates by running on all fours in circles around Pain, who groans. The Mimes look all sad, wiping away fake tears, Dirk and Duke just shrug, and Asylum Express and Clean Sweep just look plain disappointed. Team L33T say nothing at all.
Pain: So then... Team Raft-Shack... you are safe this round. The rest of you though are up for elimination. We'll find out in a few days exactly which of you shall be leaving us, but for those of you that survive the process, wait till you see what I have in store next week.
Bo: Wait... I has a question or somethin. What happened to da bulls?!
The Principal quickly glances over, pointing up to a sign pointing overhead, revealing that they were actually near a rodeo of some sort.
Pain: Oh that... I was just messing with you all. I've got to have a bit enjoyment with this one way or the other.
He walks off, as the others follow him back onto the PTA Bus as we fade to commercial.
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Post by Rick Raskall on Nov 15, 2006 15:17:26 GMT -5
EWT Trainer's room. Rick Raskall and Marcus Trunk are getting iced and taped after their incredible and dangerous match with Team Ireland.
Raskall: You know, we were THIS close to taking those tag titles.
Trunk: Those drunken midgets stole that win from us.
Raskall: Hey, that was a great way to put McCann out of the match. I just didn't figure that he'd be able to grab the belts on the way up. Besides, you knocked him out for a good five minutes. You know, they call ME high-flying and death-defying, but you've done some of the craziest stuff I've ever seen in that ring.
Raskall notices the TV in the corner tuned to EWT Television. Toom E. Dangerously's announcement appears on the ToomiTron.
Raskall: Look at this. And yet a loser like Merc gets a shot at the EWT Title. Marcus, you're future World Title material. But I guess you have to whine and moan to get your way around here. Besides, doesn't that guy have to be a slave for a month?
Trunk: You know what? I ain't gonna go on that path. I ain't gonna whine and complain to get my way. We had those tag titles won, and we're gonna get our hands on them, no matter what it takes.
Raskall: Dammit Trunk, you're right! We've been a hell of a team for the longest time, and it's time we get our just due. We're gonna go to Toomi's office and demand a rematch with Team Ireland.
Just then, two gorgeous Asian masseuses enter the room.
Raskall: Right after the massage. Ooh, Mina, that's good. A little lower...
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Post by Banned Member on Nov 15, 2006 17:23:41 GMT -5
*Sum Guy busts into Mercs locker room catching Merc washing some clothes.
SG: Merc did you hear the news!!!!
Merc: What that you had do drug testing to see if the stuff was safe on rats?
SG: Well ye........HEY!!!!!!!! No it is way bigger than that!!!
Merc: Well I probably haven't. Can't you see I've been busy here. This slave for a month has me doing Chances smelly old boxers! Not to menttion the fact he took my TV because he needed to watch both EWT, and Around the Horn.
SG: Yea I can see why Around the Horn is such a fine sports debate talk show, and that Woody Paige is so dr......
Merc: Just tell me the damn news!!!!
SG: Well your getting a title shot against Maelstrom.
*Merc looks in shock then a curious look comes across his face.*
Merc: So whats the catch?
SG: The catch?
Merc: Well yeah. Lets see will Chance order me to step aside so he can have it instead.
Sum: Now Me...
Merc: Or is this another one of Tooms little swerves?
Sum: I really don't think Toom would do such a thing.
Merc: Hello!!! Remember the scaffold match? Cause I sure as hell do.
SG: Oh yea good point. So what if none of these things happen.
Merc: Well if that is the case which I highly doubt. Than Maelstrom better be ready. Because I will take that title from him. Just like I took the Tri State title off him.
SG: Umm he was badly hurt Merc.
Merc: That is true, but I know his weak spots, and I will expose them all to take the gold, and make the tide turn all right. In favour of me!!!!
*Chance all of a sudden comes though the door.*
Chance: Merc are you not finshed yet? I need those boxers like theres no tomorrow.
*Merc mumbles under his breath.*
Merc: Yea, and when I'm champ we will see who is slave boy.
Chance: What was that?
Merc: I said sorry boss!
*Fade to black*
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Curly Long
AC Slater
Midget Wrestling Master
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Post by Curly Long on Nov 15, 2006 19:34:47 GMT -5
*Cut to the back where Big and Curly are standing next to two attractive girls, both of them creeped out by Curly.*
Curly: What's wrong girls, afraid of the stuff that's really long? Heh heh.
Girl #1: Ewww.
Girl #2: That's just disgusting.
Curly: Hey hey, don't hate the Long man girls. Everything's good when you have a bit of tequila with you.
Girl #1: We're 17 you moron.
Girl #2: Yeah, we're not "legal" yet.
Curly: Then get the hell away from me!! I'm not going to jail over two very *friendly* persons like you!!!
*The girls leave as Curly turns to Big.*
Curly: What the hell Big? You told me they were 18!!
Big: No, I said that they were out of high school. I just assumed that they were 18 boss.
Curly: Well, it's understandable. Now let's see if we can score with those two interns.
*Curly and Big start to make their way towards the unsuspecting interns when Big gets knocked down by the Collision Course!! Chad Michaels steps out, a smug grin on his face.*
Chad: Now Curly, did you really think we forgot about the match?
Curly: Who's we you moron? You're pal Mike is out with that injury, so that just leaves you!
Voice: Au Contraire, midget.
*Out steps Mike Corral to hyooooge cheers from the crowd. Curly looks like he's seen a ghost, definetely not prepared for this.
Curly: Mike....buddy...good to see you back...
Mike: Wish I could say the same for you.
Curly: Yeah....um.....HEY CENA!!!
Chad & Mike: Whuh?
*Both men turn their heads around, allowing Curly to low-blow them with a double punch, knocking them down to the floor. Curly just grins his tooth-gapped grin before running off.
Chad: Get back here you Vile Little Bastard!!!
*Cut to a commercial*
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Post by Rick Raskall on Nov 15, 2006 21:01:36 GMT -5
Meanwhile, back in the trainer's room, Raskall and Trunk are still getting massages. On a side note, that's probably the gayest intro I've ever written.
Raskall: Hey Mina, I took a bad bump on this shoulder. Could you get that for me?
Suddenly, someone bursts into the trainer's room.
Raskall: Hey, I'm busy in here! And naked! What are you...
Raskall turns around and sees that it's Terri Runnels.
Terri: Dammit, there you are! Where have you been? You haven't called me for weeks!
Raskall: Hey, sorry babe. I've been so busy gearing up for our tag team reunion that...
Terri: Don't give me that. When you were wearing that stupid mask and talking with that ridiculous accent, I stood by you. Sure, you were just playing a character that was known for getting around, but I didn't care, because I liked you. And now that you're more focused on your wrestling than me, I don't think we should see each other anymore!
Raskall: Hey babe, what can I say? Bros before hos, right Trunk?
Raskall bangs fists with Trunk.
Terri: Rrrgh! You are so immature! We are through! I'm leaving!
Just then, the door bursts open and Curly Long comes dashing into the room. The two Asian masseusses scream and run off.
Curly: Outta the way! Move it! Oh, hey Terri. Mind if I hide here for awhile?
Curly ducks under Terri's skirt and starts humping her leg. Terri screams and shakes her off, then storms out of the room, completely flustered.
Curly: Look out! Low bridge! Pardon me, boys.
Curly climbs all over the massage table, stepping on Trunk's back. Trunk lets out a yell. Curly leaps over to the other table and rolls over Raskall's back. Raskall also lets out a yelp of pain. Chad Michaels and Mike Corral run into the room, just in time to see Curly dash off through the other door.
Chad: Through there! He went through the door!
Chad and Mike run through the room, knocking Raskall off the massage table and onto the floor. Cahd and Mike exit through the other door. Raskall is on the floor and is in considerable pain.
Raskall: ~~Mina...do you mind working overtime?~~
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Post by Mystery on Nov 16, 2006 6:30:04 GMT -5
*Mystery sits cradled on the floor. The dark moonlight shines in her bedroom window so she can be seen.*
Isn't it rich? Are we a pair? Me here at last on the ground, You in mid-air.. Where are the clowns?
Isn't it bliss? Don't you approve? One who keeps tearing around, One who can't move... Where are the clowns? Send in the clowns.
Just when I'd stopped opening doors, Finally knowing the one that I wanted was yours. Making my entrance again with my usual flair Sure of my lines... No one is there.
Don't you love farce? My fault, I fear. I thought that you'd want what I want... Sorry, my dear! And where are the clowns Send in the clowns Don't bother, they're here.
Isn't it rich? Isn't it queer? Losing my timing this late in my career. And where are the clowns? There ought to be clowns... Well, maybe next year.
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Curly Long
AC Slater
Midget Wrestling Master
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Post by Curly Long on Nov 16, 2006 8:08:28 GMT -5
We come back from the break to find Curly frantically trying to escape. He seems to be talking to himself
CURLY: Damm it Big where are you? ... Let's see ...
In the distance Curly can see Chad and Mike searching high and low for Curly, they look up and see him at the end of the corridor.
BOTH: Get him!!
CURLY: uh-oh!
Curly quickly runs the other way, he sees Christy Hemme preparing for a swimsuit photoshoot. Curly dives through and grabs Christy by the hand. She screams as he opens a door and goes inside. The camera man looks at the ruined photo in disgust, whilst Mike and Chad catch up and follow him into the room. Inside the air seems to have gotten cooler, so cold in fact that we can see Chad and Mike's breath.
MIKE CORRAL: Christ it's cold in here, did you see where the runt went Chad?
CHAD: Nope ... let's keep looking! ... and try and find the heating in here!
They search high and low but can't see anyone, they turn a corner in the room and bump into someone, Chad grabs it in excitement.
CHAD: Gotcha you little ... err ... sorry ... your not ...
The hooded man is not Curly, and neither are the 20 other cloak wearing men in the room
MIKE: What the hell?
The twenty men are circled around a huge block of Ice, they begin to chant. As mike and chad stare in shock
THE COLD: OHM! ... OHM! ... OHM!
MIKE: ... a-hem ... Did you guys see a midget and a scantily clad bikini girl run this way?
The lead member of the Cold gives Mike a frosty stare before returning to his chanting. The Block of ice remains silent and cold
CHAD: OK this is just wierd ...
THE COLD: Be Silent! ... OHM ... OHM ... OHM
Just then there is some commotion in the back, as Curly appears at the end of the room. Chad takes this opportunity to turn on a nearbyheater. Curly is arguing with Christy who eventually relents and lets Curly climb on her shoulders. Chad and Mike seperate and circle arund the block of ice and The Cold towards Curly. Curly sees them coming and grins.
CHAD: We have you now!
MIKE: No escape, that is the only door in and out of here ...
Mike points back at the door they came in through.
CURLY: True ... but I have an advantage!
MIKE: Yeah, what's that then?
CURLY: ... I'm short-er thant the average bear!
Curly in one movement leaps off Christy and dives into the ventalation shaft of the room. In doing so he takes with him Christy's bikini top which got caught on his foot! Mike and Chad and the monks of The Cold do a double take at the sight of a topless Christy Hemme! Curly uses this time to escape, The monks so preoccupied with the new object of worship have failed to notice the heater which Chad turned on. Mike turns to see the huge block of ice melting rapidly
MIKE: ... Oh crap!! ... let's get out of here ...
Mike, Chad and Christy Hemme run out of the room as the Monks turn to see there huge block of ice melt into a huge wave of water.
THE COLD: .. Ohm? ...
The monks, Mike, Chad and the topless Christy are washed out of the room by the torrent of water. Two Kewl dry themselves and catch sight of Curly leaping out of the shaft, who rushes off towards the locker room area, they both dissapear around the corner after him. Mr. Big appears and helps a now soaking wet Christy up, who is still not wearing a great deal.
MR.BIG: Hey, have you seen ......
CHRISTY: Curly Long?
MR. BIG: No, my drinks bar back at the office?
Christy looks at Big and smiles, they both walk off in the other direction
(fade to video promo for Crauswell)
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Post by crauswell on Nov 16, 2006 17:19:46 GMT -5
Immediately following the promo, we cut to Crauswell sitting in his locker room, watching... Animal Planet of course! He seems to be focused on the screen, leaning forward as he's seated atop of what appears to be one of those Inflatable Shamu things. The Title Belt is still being worn around his waist, as he lets out a bunch of loud moans of pleasure. Suddenly though, his door bursts open as Two Kewl peer in.
Chad: Now we gotcha you little... GOOD SWEET LORD... WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!
Corral backs up and lets out a bit of a dry heave, as he and Chad just watch as Crauswell, who simply turns back around slowly, gazing right at them both.
Crauswell: LEAVE... NOW!!!
The two quickly nod... deciding they really don't want to watch any more of Crauswell's... activities as they quickly run off. Crauswell sighs, turning off the TV as he hops off.
Crauswell: Damn it... just as I was about to finish. I'm the Ox Division champion around here, I should at least be allowed some privacy!
He walks over to a closet reluctantly, opening it up, as an avalanche of various stuffed animals suddenly falls atop of him, as Curly Long is seen jumping out of them, turning around and taking a quick look at the Ox Division Champion, who growls angrily, bursting out of the pile, sending plush toys everywhere.
Long: Eh... sorry bout that Feather Butt. And by the way, couldn't you at least wash those damn things if you're gonna do that to them?!
He immediately exits the room without another word, heading in the opposite direction of Two Kewl, who manage to spot him and continue chasing, as the furry rises up, looking absolutely furious, immediately kicking a huge gaping hole in a wall nearby, before letting out an angry sigh, walking back over and flopping atop his little makeshift whale seat thing, sinking into it.
Crauswell: I swear... if somebody else interrupts me again...
Just then, a Pen rolls into the room, as some random employee walks in to retrieve it. Crauswell immediately leaps out and tackles this person to the ground, proceeding to beat the everloving crap out of them as they scream for mercy.
Fade to next segment.
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Spyke the Pacers Fan
El Dandy
Still hates himself for missing the last episode of Murder She Wrote
Go Indiana!
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Post by Spyke the Pacers Fan on Nov 16, 2006 23:51:05 GMT -5
*Spyke and RLC are seen walking through the parking garage, luggage in hand. Spyke is kind of half walking/half dancing*
Spyke: "Geez, who woulda thought you couldn't catch a flight to Sweden this time of year?"
RLC: "I was looking forward to it too."
*Spyke and RLC enter the backstage area and immediately see a monitor showing Crauswell watching Animal Planet and making strange noises.*
RLC: "AWWWWWW! Effin' sick dude!
Spyke: "Huh... as Hank Hill would say... 'The boy ain't right.'"
RLC: "Whatever, let's go find Toomi and tell him we're back."
Spyke: "Yeah, we should. But that s*** ain't cool."
*The two walk off-camera, fade to next segment*
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Curly Long
AC Slater
Midget Wrestling Master
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Post by Curly Long on Nov 17, 2006 7:32:15 GMT -5
*Back from the break and we find ourselves outside the office of Midget King and Company. Mr. Big opens the door looking happy with himself, as he checks his tie. As the door swings shut we can see Christy Hemme peacefully sleeping on a makeshift bed, covered only by a blanket a smile on her face. Mr. Big grabs a technician who walks past.*
MR. BIG: Hey have you seen the main event midget Curly Long?
*The technician shakes his head half in fear the other in reply.*
MR. BIG: Bah! I'll have to find him myself then ... stupid catch the midget match rules ....
*Mr. Big hurls the technician by his neck across the corridor sending him clattering into a pile of pipes and rigging. Mr. Big walks along the corridor searching for Curly. He pause at a crate which has a copy of the latest playboy on it, he flicks through it briefly. He has a look in the crate but alas Curly is not there, Mr. Big smashes the crate with his fist and is about to move on when he bumps into Clown Girl and Mr. Bunny. Clown girl is sitting crosslegged on a table.*
CLOWN GIRL: Hi there ...
MR. BIG: You seen a midget running around here?
*As Mr. Big says this we can see Curly Long run past behind him being chased by Two Kewl, Curly leaps over the recently injured Technician but Mike and Chad trip over him crashing into the very same pipes from earlier! ... Curly laughs but turns to find Ultimo Chocula waiting with a chair! Clown Girl watches all this over Mr. Bigs shoulders*
CLOWN GIRL: A midget?
*Ultimo swings the chair down but Curly dips out of the way, steel chair connects with stone floor! Somehow though Mr. Big does not hear this. Ultimo curses and goes after Curly along with Chad and Mike of Two Kewl. Clown Girl looks at Mr. Bunny who is working out with some weights. Mr. Bunny shrugs and continues his training.*
CLOWN GIRL: Nope ... but you could try that box.
MR. BIG: What box?
*Clown Girl points to a very large box that looks like it fell of the back of a circus train, for some reason it is shaking. Mr. Big approaches the box, in the background Ultimo Chocula has managed to catch Curly Long by using the playboy magazine as a lure, he nails Curly Long with the Sugar Fix. Mike and Chad high five and go to grab Curly Long, but Ultimo seems to be claiming he has already won as he caught the midget himself even though he isn't a part of the match! The three men start arguing heatedly, while Curly who is almost out of it slowly crawls towards where Big is. Meanwhile Mr. Big has found a crowbar and is prying open the huge box.*
CLOWN GIRL: Go on .. your nearly there!
*Mr. Big prises open the box and looks inside.*
SMALL MAN: Ere' what's yer game matey? ... this is a private function!
*The box is full of midgets of all shapes and sizes! They all tumble out of the box through the opening and swarm Mr. Big who goes down under the numbers while Clown girl giggles in the background. Ultimo, Chad and Mike have resorted to cards to try and settle there claim on Curly, they look up from there hands to see a tidal wave of midgets heading striaght for them. Chad and Mike panic and run off in different directions from the stampede. Ultimo looks for Curly Long, but in a sea of midgets he's gone, Ultimo shurgs and grabs the cash Chad and Mike left from the card game. Meanwhile Mr. Big gets up from under the midget mass. He brushes some off and looks around. Clown Girl and Mr. Bunny have gone, as has everyone else. Mr. Big irate boots a nearby midget through the air in frustartion!*
UNFORTUNATE MIDGET: ... AAAIIIIEEEEEEEEE!
*Mr. Big not happy once again begins searching for his boss*
MR.BIG: CURLY!! ... CURLY LONG!! ... I have a naked girl in our office!! ... pauses, but no one shows up ... Dammit! where is he?
*As Mr. Big sifts through his new found midget friends, In the distance we can see Curly Long heading for the women's locker room*
(fade out)
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Post by teamireland on Nov 17, 2006 19:47:54 GMT -5
* Coach O'Hare is sitting alone in the Team Ireland locker-room. He plunks a few aspirin into a glass of water, nursing his head. Clearly he's been doing too much celebrating since his team won the Tag-Team titles.
There's a knock at the door. Before O'Hare can even request that this visitor leave him alone, a familiar looking woman walks into the room, dressed in a very tight light pink T-shirt and matching light purple tight pants. She smiles, walking right up to O'Hare, slowly wrapping an arm around his shoulder, as it turns out to be Dr. Vivian Anemone, now donning a blonde wig of some sort, as she smiles.* Vivian: Why hello there Mr. O'Hare. Congratulations on that Tag-Team Title win by the way, a very impressive victory I must say. I mean, sure it was my former team you beat, but those boys of yours deserved it way more, am I right? * She starts reaching downwards towards the Coach's... crotch area it seems, the Coach blushing profusely now as he looks on with a huge grin on his face.* O'Hare: Oh... well thanks there lass. I appreciate your grace in de-FEE-EET. * Vivian lets out an innocent giggle, as she continues to reach down lower, leaning in close and breathing softly on the Coach's neck, making him sweat a bit more.* Vivian: I was hoping you and your boys could help me with a little problem. Ya see... there's this mean jerk who wants to hurt me... me, an innocent beautiful woman! I mean, of all the nerve right? * O'Hare simply nods, as he stares down at Dr. Anemone's bosom.* O'Hare: Aye... I'd do anything for you miss. [He pauses for a moment, breathing heavily] If there's anything my lads can do for you we'd be more than happy to help out. * Vivian giggles, now reaching over and shoving O'Hare right atop a nearby couch, as she sprawls out atop him, staring down with a very seductive smile on her face now. O'Hare is meanwhile sweating quite a bit, very turned on at what Vivian seems to be planning to do to him, as she slowly pulls off his shirt, tossing it aside.* Vivian: Now there's a good Coach... but you see, before I can do anything for ya... well, you've gotta help me with my problem first. Then I promise I'll make you the happiest man in the entire EWT! * She pulls off her top, now simply wearing a bright yellow bra, with little smiley faces in front of each cup, as she simply locks lips with him, giving the coach a very passionate kiss, O'Hare pretty much unable to resist, as she soon pulls off, sitting up and hopping off the couch, putting her rather tight shirt back on, as she simply blows him another kiss, then simply stepping out of the Locker Room, waving good bye. O'Hare is stunned into silence (first time for everything I guess). The Coach simply sits back up, reaching into his pocket, pulling out a handkerchief and wiping all the sweat off of his forehead. After a few moments he gets up off the couch & almost trips over himself as he races across the room to get his 'phone. O'Hare picks the 'phone up off the table & flips it open. He hurriedly dials a number & puts it to his ear. After a few moments he says...* O'Hare:Alright, man? Here, I've got a wee job for ya... Cut to next scene...
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Post by Virus aka Captain No-Nuts on Nov 18, 2006 1:44:45 GMT -5
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