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Post by chanceconfidence on Nov 25, 2006 11:39:08 GMT -5
Christian's very familiar sounding theme starts up as he immediately starts making his way down to the ring, clad in that Captain Charisma attire.
Announcer: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Approaching the ring, now Residing in Tampa Florida, weighing in at 227 pounds, Christian Cage!
Christian smirks to himself, rather self confidently, as he climbs into the ring, walking over and ascending the turnbuckle as he points out to the crowd, getting a decent amount of heel heat, as he hops down, waiting for his opponent.
He doesn't have to wait long as Sweetest Perfection starts up, his opponent heading down to the ring.
Announcer: And the opponent, from...
Chance looks up, cutting the guy off as he pulls out Merc from backstage, who looks like he wants to be anywhere else but here, shoving a microphone into his slave's grip.
Merc: Grrr... the opponent, behold the majesty of Lord Chance Confidence.
Chance heads down to the ring, flipping inside, doing his usual thing, then signaling to his slave, who groans, entering the ring and undoing Confidence's robe, yanking it off and quickly exiting the ringside area. Chance walks right up to Christian, as the two meet in the center of the ring. They lock up, Change quickly transitioning into a spinning drop toe hold, taking Cage down. He floats over, grabbing and tossing Christian with a headlock takedown. He then hops up to his feet, snapping off a picture perfect dropkick to the back of the neck, Christian gasping in pain, as Confidence quickly rolls back to his feet, smacking Cage across the face with a big smirk, hoisting him up and snapping off a quick Snap Suplex, going for an early pin attempt. 1....2
Not likely. Christian quickly kicks out, as Confidence watches, waiting for Cage to sit up, leaping up and hitting a front face dropkick... to the face, putting Cage back on his back. He yanks Cage back up, slapping on a Front Facelock, as he turns it into a Snapmare, then delivering a swift kick right to the spine! Christians yelps in pain as Confidence now grabs Christian's arms, driving his boot further into the spine as he pulls back, stretching his opponent out a bit. Cage however struggles to fight out, using his leg strength to position himself, legs wrapped around Confidence's neck, as he quickly snaps off a Hurracanrana! Chance goes sailing across the mat, quickly getting up, as Christians unleashes a flurry of forearms, each one staggering his opponent further. He eventually backs him into the turnbuckle, backing up and driving a series of shoulder tackles right into Chance's chest, eventually getting him sitting down. He then uses the ropes, now choking Confidence with his foot, who gasps for air, the referee eventually causing a break up. Christian backs off, now taking a moment to taunt his opponent a bit. He waits for Chance to get up, whipping him off towards the other turnbuckle. but Chance shows amazing agility, leaping atop, then flipping back, landing right behind Christian as he charges forwards, powering him down with a Lungblower! Christian gasps, now flat on his back as Confidence springs up, now taunting Christian himself. He walks over, then drives his boot right into Cage's face, scraping it over the surface, before pulling Christian backs up, taking him back down with a spinning neckbreaker, going for a second cover. 1....2..
Christian kicks out again. Confidence looks a bit annoyed, as he yanks Cage back up, assaulting him with a series of knife edge chops, battering his opponent's chest. Christian stumbles back from each blow, backing into the ropes, as Chance whips him off, catching him as he comes back with a nasty spinning wheel kick. Christian goes down hard as Chance hops back up, running off the ropes, then coming back and hitting Cage with a Jumping Knee Drop right across the neck! Cage yelps out in pain, as he slowly rises up, clutching the area slightly. Confidence charges at him, ramming a knee right into his stomach, sending him doubled over in pain. Chance looks down,pacing around a bit, as he waits for Cage to rise back up, delivering a kick to the stomach, as he snaps off the Confidence Breaker. He immediately follows with step two, charging up to the turnbuckle then leaping off with the Confidence Booster! It connects as Chance lets out a slight yawn, pinning Cage with a simple elbow resting over him. 1....2....
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Chance wins it.
Announcer: Here is your winner... Chance Confidence!
Confidence hops back up, dusting off his hands, getting quite a bit of heat from the crowd, as he springs out of the ring, heading right back towards the backstage area as we fade to the next segment.
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Post by teamireland on Nov 26, 2006 13:31:19 GMT -5
*That awful repeptitive sounding Raw theme song by Union Underground starts playing as the New Era make their way to the ring to total indifference. The crowd starts chanting "E-C-W!" for no good reason whatsoever, as the duo grab a mic. They proceed to talk some unintelligible gibberish, boring the crowd senseless as always.*
*"Amhrán na bhFiann" hits & the crowd have never been so happy to see Team Ireland in their lives. Team Ireland clearly don't think that the New Era are worth wasting too much time on. Donnelly & McCann dash to the ring well ahead of Coach O'Hare & nail both Kevin & Zach with their tag-team title belts before the opening bell rings. Both members of the New Era are out cold. Donnelly & McCann pin a man each. The ref calls for the opening bell, makes a three-count, then calls for the closing bell. "Amhrán na bhFiann" plays again & Team Ireland hold their belts aloft.* O'Hare: I sincerely hope that Raskall & Trunk were watching that. We just destroyed The New Era in a matter of seconds & if you think that facing us will garner you any different results, you are sorely mistaken! Lads, by asking for a match against us, you prove yourselves to be nothing but extraordinary masochists! Just watch...
*Aidan Donnelly places a steel chair on the chest of "Big" Zach as McCann scales the turnbuckle. McCann moonsaults off the top rope & lands with both feet hitting the chair. Donnelly, meanwhile, hefts up "Unreal" & gives him a release Dragon Suplex. Donnelly picks "Unreal" up again & signals towards McCann. Donnelly sets Kevin up on his own shoulders & McCann takes a run towards the corner, grabbing Storm's head as he does so. The Team Ireland duo hit "The Electric Bread Slicer" on Storm & go crazy with celebration.*
O'Hare: That's not even half as bad as the fate that awaits you, Raskall & Trunk...
*O'Hare is cut off as Raskall & trunk run in from the crowd & attack him from behind. The pair of them are wielding steel chairs, which they use to chase off Donnelly & McCann. Team Ireland quickly dash from the ring as Rick Raskall picks up the Tag-Team title belts. He tosses one to Trunk & the two men hold the belts to their waists as the crowd cheers & claps in approval. Both men then throw the belts out to Team Ireland & kick O'Hare out of the ring as Nazareth's "Hair of the Dog" starts playing & we cut to the next segment.*
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Indigocrates
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Post by Indigocrates on Nov 26, 2006 15:46:47 GMT -5
dorf and Heidendorf make their way to the ring to a mix of cheers and boos, with confident smirks on their faces, as the DwO theme plays.
Lillian: “Making their way to the ring, at a combined weight of 570 pounds, the DwO!”
Mike Tenay: “Mike joined by Don West at ringside. And Don, I’ve gotta tell you, the odds seem to be stacked against Chris Indigo.”
Don West: “MY GOD, MIKE, YOUR RIGHT! CHRIS INDIGO HAS ABOUT A SNOWBALL’S CHANCE IN HECK OF RETAINING THE TOOLSHED TITLE!”
Personal Jesus (LP Version) plays over the speakers as Chris Indigo makes his way down to the ring, looking extremely focused, the crowd definitely against him. An audience member throws a soft drink at Chris. Chris picks up the drink, and violently hurls it back into the audience, eliciting almost deafening boos from that section of the audience.
Lillian: “Making his way down to the ring, from Calgary, Canada, weighing in at 215 pounds, he is the EWT Toolshed Champion, CHRIS INDIGO!”
Mike Tenay: “And here comes the champion, Don. The guy may be a jerk, but you have to give credit where credit is due, and so far, he has proven to be a formidable champion, winning the EWT Toolshed Title at Symphony of Destruction, then defeating Spyke Johanson to retain the title!”
Don West: “THE GUY MAY BE A JERK, BUT YOU HAVE TO GIVE CREDIT WHERE CREDIT IS DUE!”
Mike Tenay: “...Moving on, this match might as well be a handicap match. I mean, putting a faction and a lone wrestler in a triple threat match? The Toolshed Champ will have his work cut out for him.”
EWT Toolshed Championship Chris Indigo versus Heidendorf versus dorf
The ref calls for the bell. But Chris immeadiatly reaches for something out of his boot. He pulls out a cheese sandwhich. Heidendorf sees this and starts running towards indigo, arms extended to the sandwhich. Right before heidendorf can grab the sandwhich, however, Chris throws it out into the audience. heidendorf chases after the sandwhich, and begins searching for it frantically in the audience, leaving just Chris Indigo and dorf in the ring.
Don West: “NOW THAT’S SIMPLY INGENIOUS ON CHRIS’ PART. NOW IT'LL BE JUST HIM AND DORF IN THE RING!”
Chris immediately charges at dorf and dropkicks him, sending dorf to the outside. Chris Indigo watches in the ring as dorf staggers to his feet. once dorf is up, Chris hits him with a baseball slide. Dorf then crashes to the ground. Chris then searches under the ring for something and pulls out a table. Clearly he’s wasting no time as he slides the table into the ring. He then picks up and throws dorf into the ring.
Chris sets up the table in the corner, and picks up a weary dorf. Chris then irish whips dorf into the table! dorf hits the table with a loud crash, as Chris appears to be in control. He then starts doing some taunting, much to the ire of the crowd, as they start chanting, “F**k Indigo! F**k Indigo!” Chris takes offense to this, as he takes a couple pieces of broken table, and hurls them into the crowd. This further enrages the crowd, as now security is battling to hold some audience members back. Chris responds to the fan’s rage by taunting directed at the audience. While Chris is busy, dorf hits the Toolshed Champion with a german suplex pin!
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KICKOUT! 2.9!
Dorf picks up Chris Indigo, and DDT’s Chris Indigo hard into the canvas. Dorf then rolls to the outside, and reaches under the ring, pulling out a chair. Dorf then rolls into the ring, chair in hand, and sets it up in it’s unfolded position in the middle of the ring. He then picks up Chris, irish whips him into the ropes, and attempts a drop toe hold on Indigo, which would send him face first into the chair. Instead, Indigo counters by falling back, which breaks him free of the drop toe hold. As dorf comes charging at Chris, Chris hits an STO which sends dorf’s head into the back of the chair! Meanwhile, in the audience, Heidendorf has found the cheese sandwhich. He raises it in the air victoriously, puts the sandwhich into a pocket in his pants. Meanwhile, in the ring, Chris Indigo pins dorf.
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BROKEN UP BY HEIDENDORF!
Heidendorf then begins hammering on Chris Indigo, and throws indigo into the turnbuckle. He helps up his partner, and the two start working over Chris Indigo. After beating on him, Heidendorf picks up the Toolshed Champ and dorf hits Indigo with a Belly-to-Belly suplex. Chris however landed on the chair, and is now in extreme pain!
Mike Tenay: The Toolshed Champion is now at the mercy of the DwO! And mercy will be the last thing the DwO gives Chris!
Don West: MIKE, YOU CAN BET YOUR UNBORN CHILDEREN WE WILL HAVE A NEW EWT TOOLSHED CHAMPION!
Hediendorf picks up Chris Indigo, and the DwO hits the SuperDT! Dorf then picks up Indigo and the DwO hit the Dorf Chops!
Dorf then picks up Chris Indigo, and he lands the Dorf Bottom! heidendorf picks up Chris Indigo, and both he and dorf hit the 3-Dorf on Chris Indigo! Heidendorf then scurries over to the unconscious champion and covers him.
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BROKEN UP BY DORF!?
Dorf pulls his cousin off of the fallen champion, and he instead goes for the cover!
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BROKEN UP HEIDENDORF!
Heidendorf grabs his cousin’s leg, and yanks dorf off the champion! Dorf and Heidendorf both start arguing over who should get the win. After about two minutes of arguing, Chris indigo hits Heidendorf from behind with a low blow, and hits dorf with a thunderous lariat! He then rolls heidendorf into a small package!
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DING DING DING!
Lillian: “Here’s your winner, and still EWT Toolshed Champion, CHRIS INDIGO!”
The crowd erupts with boos as Chris victoriously raises his title. Chris then asks for a microphone...
Chris Indigo: “Whether your name is Marcus Saxton, or Andy what’s-his-face, or even Singapore Caine, *points to the fallen members of the DwO* THIS is what will happen to you if you f**K with The EWT Toolshed Champion, CHRIS INDIGO................INDIGO!”
*Chris exits the ring with title in hand, the audience roaring with boos as we cut to commercial*
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The Line
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Post by The Line on Nov 26, 2006 18:19:30 GMT -5
“Insecticidal” Andy Duke vs. Marcus “Styles” Saxton.
(As we come back from commercial break. Both men are in the ring. Bob Artese is doing the ring announcer)
Bob Artese: The following match is scheduled for one fall, and will be fought under Toolshed Rules! The winner of this match will face Chris Indigo for the EWT Toolshed Title at a later date.
(Chris Indigo’s Music hits. He is in street clothes with the Toolshed title on his shoulder. He joins Michael Cole and JBL at the booth. Both Duke and Saxton can’t take their eyes off of him.)
Cole: What are you doing out here? Chris Indigo: Just scouting out my competition. JBL: And it’s a smart move.
Bob Artese: In the corner to my right, hailing from Chewelah, Washington. Weighing in at 214 and Three-Quarter pounds, the Extreme Exterminator, “Insecticidal” Andy Duke! And in the corner to my left, hailing from Jamaica, Queens, New York City, weighing in at 187 pounds, “187” Marcus “Styles” Saxton!
(The referee gives a brief rundown of the rules to both men, and they both seem to understand. The ref gives the signal, and here we go.)
Cole: Hey Chris, if you had the choice of who you want to win, who would you pick? CI: I am going to have to say Marcus. Cole: Why? CI: I actually have history with the man. Marcus is a respected member of EWT. Just think of how exiting a Saxton vs. Indigo match would be. I want to settle my score with him. Who wants to see me go up against some bug exterminator no one gives a damn about? Cole: I hope you’re not referring to Andy when you say that. JBL: Who else would he be referring to? Cole: Lets just focus on the match.
Duke and Saxton lock up and puts him in a headlock. Duke reverses it with an Irish whip, and a leg lariat. Duke goes over to Saxton, and Saxton is able to catch Duke in a roll-up.
1 2 Kick out!
Cole: That would have been a disappointing loss for Duke, if he would have lost that quickly. JBL: It really would have. CI: Quality over my quantity my friends. Its tactics like that that will win you titles. Cole: Then I would think you wouldn’t want to face him. JBL: Will you shut up and focus on the match, Cole?
Now we are starting to see why this is a toolshed match, as both men are looking under the ring for weapons and such. Duke comes out with his signature backpack, while Saxton comes out with a barbed wire-wrapped baseball bat. Duke sees it and mouths an expletive. Saxton charges Duke and puts him in a headlock, pressing the barbed wire into Duke’s head. And…yes, he’s cut open.
Cole: Duke is wearing the figurative Crimson Mask now. If this continues, this match won’t last much longer. JBL: You are exactly right Cole.
Both men are punching each other, and the audience is really getting into this, with dueling chants of “Lets Go Saxton!” and “Lets Go Duke!”. Saxton gets the upper hand and hits Duke with a sickening haymaker. Saxton picks Duke up, and Irish whips over the top rope, and Saxton follows him out of the ring.
Cole: Looks like the action is coming out here. CI: Don’t worry, Mikey, me and John will protect you if they get to close to you.
Duke is standing in front of the announce table, and Saxton come charging at him. Duke side-steps, and Saxton goes crashing into Chris Indigo. Indigo may be knocked out.
Cole: Whoa, we may need some help out here!
Duke throws Saxton back in the ring, but as he enters the ring, he gets stomped by Saxton. Saxton signals for the 187! This should be the end. He lifts him up on his shoulders, and here we go! Wait! Duke reverses it into a DDT. Duke looks to be getting ready for a Cidal Stretch. He grabs Saxton’s feet. He tries to lock in the cross-face, but he seems to be having trouble. Saxton grabs the ropes, There are no rope-breaks in this match, but as long as he is there, Duke won’t be able to lock in the cross-face half of the Cidal stretch. Duke hits Saxton with a stiff shot to the back. Duke still has Saxton’s legs wrapped up, but seems to be looking for something.
Cole: Chris, Chris, where are you going?!
Duke gets his trusty back-pack full of weapons, and pulls out the bug spray. He is getting ready to spray Saxton, and what’s this? Chris Indigo in the ring, and he hits Duke with a chair! But this is a No-DQ match, so its all legal. Chris Indigo hits Saxton with the chair, too. Now he is just smashing both men with that chair. Who is going to stop this? What? Spyke Johannson comes down to the ring and spears Indigo, and hits him with a flurry of punches. Well, that takes care of that, or does it? Duke gets up, and hits Spyke with a vicious lariat. Saxton hits Duke with a 187! Its over, but no! Indigo hits Saxton with that chair again. Well, both competitors are knocked out, and it looks like the ref has lost control of this match.
Toom E.: Ring the bell!
Toom goes to the ref, and discusses the finish. Then he goes to the ring announcer.
Bob Artese: Ladies and Gentlemen, due to outside interference, and what our commissioner feels as the competators’ inability to complete this match, it has been ruled a NO CONTEST! I would like to hand over the microphone to our commissioner at this time.
Toom E. Takes the mic as both Duke and Saxton make it to their feet, just realizing the decision just made.
Toom: Now many of you, competators included, are probably wondering what we are doing with the number one contendership. Well, it seems that you four can’t settle your differences, so at our next PPV, we are going to have a match, and not just any match. It will be a four way dance for the Toolshed title, and it will pit you four men against each other….
(Saxton snatches the microphone away from Toom) Saxton: That’s bullcrap. I had him beat. He barely got in any offense the whole match. (Duke pulls the mic from Saxton) Duke: If I would have had you in the Cidal Lock for just a few more seconds, you’d be tapping like a little girl. Saxton: Cidal Lock, Puhlease! You could never get that locked in. Indigo: And what’s with Spyke getting in this match? I’ve beaten him before, and I’ll beat him again! Toom: I’m sorry, my decision is final.
All four men brawl as we cut to commercial.
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Post by pta on Nov 27, 2006 10:07:49 GMT -5
As we return from commercial, we see Principal Pain standing in the ring once again, still assisted by those crutches, as he looks around the arena, with the six remaining teams, each one of them looking... rather nervous. He looks over them all again.
Pain: Well then, once again we come to the elimination process. And this time, two of these duos shall be exiting this arena. Obviously this will please me greatly, them though... I'd have to think not as much.
He walks over by each of them.
Pain: So then, I suggest we not even waste time... and get right to the elimination process... my most pleasured part of this whole competition.
He doesn't even bother teasing, simply stopping right in front of Team L33T first.
Pain: Nyrds 2.0...
Both: WE"RE NOT NYRD RIP OFFS!!!
Pain sighs shaking his head.
Pain: Perhaps not, but the fans apparently thought otherwise. So it seems your time has come to an end. Please leave... RIGHT NOW!
Zip and Tad look at each other, flipping everybody off, then exiting the ring to quite the loud and happy reaction from the crowd. Pain smiles to himself, looking around once again.
Pain: Now then... before I tell you all who the SECOND team to go home shall be, well... I'd first like to say something to all these hopefuls.
He smiles, walking around them all.
Pain: Yes... I hate most of you. YES... I wish I'd never gotten involved in this whole reality show like concept... and YES I'd rather be in the ring, crushing wrestlers beneath my foot. But thanks to... THESE DAMNED INJURIES OF MINE... that apparently is not possible. But that doesn't mean I can't get involved somehow.
Pain walks right over to Dirk and Duke.
Pain: Boys... you're the second team to begone. You too, can exit my ring... and take those nonexistant personalities WITH YOU!
Dirk and Duke don't seem to care... or maybe they do, but don't show it. Anyway, they just exit the ring, as the crowd looks on, giving them the biggest Conway Pop in EWT History perhaps. Pain looks at the four remaining teams, a rather satisfied look on his face now.
Pain: Ah... crushing two teams dreams, I needed that. Now then, for this weeks challenge... I've decided to let you two show these crowds your wrestling skills... in a way. Let me show you exactly how...
Suddenly some familiar sunding, but generic music starts up as out walks Paparazi Productions, Alex Shelley, Austin Starr, and the guy with the Quad Blowing problem. They are all holding various Camera Equipment as they all enter the ring, each one of them shaking hands with the principal.
Pain: You see... I've hired these three to help you four teams... produce a highlight video of sorts. You will have exactly... four days to complete these video packages and then you will show them to the world. The one that gets the greatest reaction from these... fans... will gain immunity from elimination. Yes, I doubt you'll ever use these skills, but what fun would teaching you louts be... without a bit of homework? After all, in the EWT... you must completely dedicate yourself. Everyone in this business does just that... and if you cannot, you don't deserve to be in this ring.
The teams once again look at each other, when suddenly, the Paparazi glance over.
Nash: So... Pain. We've just gotta help these yahoos makes home movies of themselves or something?
Pain nods.
Pain: Basically... of course, feel free to make them do most of the work.
The three all smile amongst themselves, before they drag the four teams off towards the back, Pain watching with a very content look on his face as he does so, as we once again fade to commercial
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Ragnal
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Post by Ragnal on Nov 27, 2006 10:28:04 GMT -5
*High Voltage plays as Mike Ragnal enters the arena, wearing his custom EWT Tri-State title around his waist. He stands atop the ramp, listening to the fans as they cheer him on. He doesn't look particularly interested in tonight's match but he heads down to the ring anyway.*
LILLIAN: Ladies and gentlemen, the following is a rematch for the EWT Tri-State Championship! Making his way to the ring first, from "the Electric City" of Scranton, PA, weighing in at 245 lbs...he is the Master of Elemental Disaster, the EWT Tri-State Champion...MIKE! RAGNAAAAAL!
*As Mike slides into the ring, he stands, and raises his arms up as the crowd cheers him on. He gives the belt to the ref and waits for his opponent.*
*The arena goes dark and "Duel Of The Fates" comes over the PA. The spotlight shines on Rosse standing on the top of the ramp in his robe that covers him completely. A shower of sparks falls from the ceiling onto the entry way as Lillian announces him.*
LILLIAN: "And his opponent, from parts unknown, weighing in at 263lbs, Aringhe Rosse!"
*Rosse slowly walks down the ramp with his arms held out as the crowd looks on indifferently. Rosse walks up the steps and enters the ring. He walks into the center of the ring and takes the porcelain mask off to reveal his emotionless white face. Mike makes the "let's get on with it" motion as Rosse makes a series of exaggerated gestures. The bell rings and the match starts.*
*Mike and Aringhe tie up in the center of the ring and Mike gets the advantage easily. He sends Rosse into the ropes and leapfrogs over him. On the rebound Mike dropkicks Rosse and he goes down. Rosse stumbles up and clumsily goes for a clothesline but Mike catches his arm and rolls him up with the Mahistrol Cradle.*
1! 2! 3!
*The bell rings and the match is over just like that. Mike has defeated Rosse once again, only easier than before. Mike takes his belt and raises his arm as Lillian announces him the winner. Mike steps out of the ring unfulfilled and begins to walk back to the locker room. He gets halfway up the ramp when he hears someone saying his name. He turns and it's Aringhe Rosse with a microphone.*
Rosse: "Mike Ragnal.........I will not be denied of what is rightfully mine...............what you hold is what has been destined to me by wise men from a thousand years ago......................it was written in the scrolls hidden in the tallest mountain that I, Aringhe Rosse, will become a living god.............the epitome of human evolution........."
*The crowd is booing heavily at Rosse while Mike could care less.*
Rosse: "Mike Ragnal...............you hope to divert what is preordained................it is impossible to fight it...............I will become what has been prophesized......................my fate is unchangable....................I am the very model of human perfection................"
*In the crowd there seems to be a small commotion as Rosse continues to speak. Slowly the boos turn to cheers as it appears someone is making their way to the ring through the crowd. As the person hops over the railing the crowd erupts with a huge pop. Rosse hears the commotion and turns to see who's interrupting his moment. Before he can act he's nailed with a super kick that sends him straight down to the mat. As Rosse staggers to his feet he's hit with an Angel's Wings that knocks him flat out. His attacker stands up and grabs the microphone as Mike looks on in total surprise. The crowd begins a chant of "WELCOME BACK!" as an old familiar face addresses Mike......*
Oceanic: "Hey Mike. I couldn't help but notice you've been sorely lacking in competition lately. If you're as sick of this heap as I think you are, how about coming down here and accepting a real challenge.............................from me!"
*Oceanic throws the mic down and waves for Mike to come and get her. Mike appears confused but knows from history that Oceanic is more than capable of holding her own. Mike smiles and begins to walk down to the ring. He rolls under the ropes and calls for someone to ring the bell but before anything can happen Sgt. Slaughter and his army of refs come running down to the ring and they split the two apart. One group of refs drag Oceanic out of the ring and to the back as Mike protests and the screen fades into the next scene*
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Post by Rick Raskall on Nov 27, 2006 20:15:44 GMT -5
Raskall and Trunk are backstage, talking to the camera.
Raskall: So what, now you think you have the upper hand, Team Ireland? Just because you beat up a couple of emo-rock jackoffs, you think you can take down Raskall and Trunk? Hell, I remember when me and Trunk debuted here in EWT, we had a match with one of those guys. Kevin, I think. How did that one go again, Trunk?
Trunk: Total squash job.
Raskall: Without question. Congratulations, Kevin Storm, you've got yourself an EWT contract. How does it feel to be embarrassed on live television by a team who will soon be the FORMER EWT Tag Team Champions?
But enough about those losers. You guys think you're hardcore? Three midgets, a big smelly hairball, and a fat guy with a stick. Versus Rick Raskall, a man who once had his flesh torn apart by Raven in a Barbed Wire match! Marcus Trunk, who fell 40 feet off a scaffold through tables with a 500-plus-pound man on his shoulders! And lest you forget the Escalator to Heaven match, when Trunk took one of your guys and powerbombed him off the escalator? Of course you remember! You're still aching and bruised from the...
Just then, Liam O'Neill and Aidan Donnelly attack Raskall from off-screen. Trunk attempts to pull them off, but the Celtic Giant Shane Malone clubs him in the back. Trunk manages to shake it off and trades blows with Malone, until Coach O'Hare clubs Trunk in the back of the head with the hurley. With Trunk down, Malone picks up Raskall and hurls him into a cart of metal folding chairs, where Raskall lands with a sickening crash.
Team Ireland picks up Raskall and Trunk and rolls them onto some nearby tables. Then they point up towards the balcony, where we pan up to see that Sean McCann is standing there, ten feet up, with a chair. With Team Ireland cheering and shouting, McCann leaps off the balcony, hitting an Arabian Facebuster-type move and smashing Raskall and Trunk through the tables!
McCann is helped to his feet, as Raskall and Trunk lie in the middle of the hallway in a heap. Coach O'Hare then leans down and gets in their faces.
O'Hare: Hardcore, my arse! You miserable sods are nowhere near as hardcore as my Team Ireland! Hopefully now you know, that no matter how damn talented you think you may be, YOU WILLNEVER BEATTHE IRISH!!!
Coach O'Hare spits on them as Team Ireland leaves, laughing and cheering the whole way.
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Post by Toom E. Guci on Nov 28, 2006 3:26:17 GMT -5
*A video package plays, highliting EWT's Christmas past. Many happy memories are shown. Many sad memories are shown. Christmas music is played in a family setting, when suddenly we flash to an old man in a chair. Children sit around him as they are by a fire & a Christmas tree. The old man reads from a book...*
Twas the night before Christmas & all in the arena. Not a fan was stirring, not even for Spaz. The children were snuggled, all comfy in their beds...while visions of a 4-way Toolshed danced in their head. A soldier with his rifle & a mess hall tent with spoil had just settled down for...EWT's return to Iraq.
*The words scroll across the screen.....*
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Curly Long
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Post by Curly Long on Nov 28, 2006 5:33:45 GMT -5
*Backstage Curly and Big are walking down the halls getting ready for another edition of Curly's Coliseum.*CURLY: Are you ready, Big? Tonight's show is gonna be the biggest Coliseum yet!" MR.BIG: You say that about every Coliseum. CURLY: True, but tonight I mean it! Tonight, there's something in the air! I can smell it! I can smell it, man! Do you smell it? MR BIG: Um..............no. CURLY: Oh come on! Smell it! It smells like...............(takes a couple of sniffs)..............sex! MR BIG:: Give me a break. Everything smells like sex to you. *Just then a messenger walks into view.*MESSENGER: Are you Curly Long? CURLY: Of course! Who else would I be, peon! MESSENGER: "There's a telegram for you." CURLY: Fine, fine. Fork it over. *Curly takes the telegram and the messenger walks off. Curly opens the envelope and reads the message out loud.*CURLY: Dear Curly, my name is Tabitha and I'm a huge fan of yours. Ooh! Ya hear that, Big? A fan! Let's see.......I think you're the hunkiest guy in the entire EWT. I can hardly argue with that logic. It's been a dream of mine to meet you and when I heard that the EWT was coming to my town I just couldn't pass up the chance to see you in person. I snuck into the building and I'm in dressing room 3F. Big! She's here tonight! Oh boy! She's here tonight! Come on over and see me and I'll................. *Curly's eyes bug out of his head as he reads the rest of the letter under his breath.*Curly: Muzza....muzza....muzza........................ *And then he finds the juicy part.*CURLY: GREAT SCOTT!!!!!! Big! Do you know what.........(reads the last part again).........damn! What did I tell you! She's here and she's freaky! You see! I was right! The nose knows! MR. BIG: There's a groupie here tonight to see you? CURLY: Oh yeah, and she's a real live one! Big! We gotta find this girl! Where's dressing room 3F? I'm all over this! MR BIG: But boss, we got a show to do in five minutes. We can't just.... CURLY: (interrupts) We can and will! Look! Dressing room 3F is right down the end of this hallway! Come on! Let's go! *Big groans as he follows his boss down the hallway. They get to 3F and Curly gets very excited. More so than usual. Mr. BIig puts a hand to his face and shakes his head*CURLY: All right, Big! Get ready! This will be a night to remember! *Curly flings the door open.*CURLY: Hello Tabit................huh? Where is she?" MR.BIG: Is that a donkey? *Just then Ultimo runs in and shoves both men into the room and locks the door. Curly and Big can be heard slamming on the door from the other side trying to get out. Ultimo throws the keys into a nearby laundry chute and whistles as he walks away. Meanwhile from the other side of the door we hear...*MR.BIG: Well, this is another fine mess you've gotten me into. CURLY: Oh sure. Blame the midget! That's just.................um.......what's that donkey doing? MR.BIG: "It looks like it's about to take a................" *A loud spray is heard as Curly and Big begin shouting and pounding on the door as we head to commercial, which isn't really a commercial but a Beastie Boys video.*(fade out to - www.youtube.com/watch?v=iBZYBL0KYdI )
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Post by Ultimo Chocula on Nov 28, 2006 16:36:41 GMT -5
(In the ring the two marble pillars are set up with a sliver table holding a bowl of fruit and two brunette toga girls each holding a jug of wine. "Moving On Up" comes over the PA and the crowd begins to boo but nobody comes out. The music dies out as everyone in the crowd wonders what's going on. "Moving On Up" comes on again and the crowd goes right back to jeering but still nobody comes out. After 20 seconds of silence "Poor And Weird" plays and the crowd turns from jeers to cheers. Ultimo comes out from the back wearing a black jacket, one of those tuxedo t-shirts, holey jeans, slip on Chucks, and red tinted glasses shaped like hearts. He walks down the ramp giving some of the fans the Paul Newman six shooter gesture and enters the ring. He takes the mic as his music fades out and begins to speechify.)
UC: "What's up?"
(Crowd cheers)
UC: "Some of you might be wondering just where Curly Fries is. Well, let's just say that he has a prior commitment. And when I say "prior commitment", I mean "I locked him and the umberhulk in the dressing room with a urinating donkey."
(Crowd cheers again)
UC: "So with our usual host indisposed I figured why not do the little twerp a favor and....oh....I don't know.....totally usurp his show and make it ten times cooler! That's right! Ultimo, live and direct, from your TV screens right into your hearts! I'm going to be the best interviewer this dog and pony show has ever seen! Look! (reaches into his coat pocket) Index cards! That means I'm a professional! I know what I'm doing! So first thing's first! If we're going to debut my new talk show we should do it nice and proper! Say goodbye to that old hat, played out Curly Fries' Coliseum and say hello to the newest and hottest interview segment the EWT has ever seen.................Choc Talk!"
(The crowd let's out a huge cheer.)
UC: "Thank you, thank you. Now then, if we're going to change some stuff around here with start with the scenery."
(UC looks around at the marble pillars.)
UC: "No, no, no. This simply won't do at all. Let's jazz this place up a little, shall we?"
(UC suddenly tips over the table sending fruit flying everywhere. UC then reaches into his jacket and takes out a can of spray paint. He walks over to the pillars and sprays "Choc Talk" on one pillar and "Ultimo Is Super Rad" on the other. He turns to the toga girls and shrugs.)
UC: "Since I don't drink I guess you girls can take five. I think someone's having a birthday or something cuz I saw a cake backstage. Help yourself."
(The two toga girls smile and leave since they don't have to put up with Curly tonight. As they walk backstage UC continues his speech.)
UC: "Alrighty folks! Remember this day because years from now you'll be telling your friends that you were here for this historic event! You'll say, "I was there when Ultimo revolutionized the question and answer process and I'm a better person for it!" Folks at home, you might want to get those VCR's up and going for future generations. Wait, do people still use VCR's? Oh well. Now then! Let's get this ball rolling! Ladies and gentle beans, give it up for my guest tonight..............(looks down at his index card and sees the name)...................oh come on!"
("Like A Virgin" comes over the PA and the crowd goes back into boo mode. Billy comes out from the back and stops when he sees UC standing in the ring. Billy holds his arms out and says "What the hell?" then grimaces and reluctantly walks to the ring, glaring at any fan who tries to slap five with him. Billy enters the ring and he and UC look at each other, disappointed that they have to talk to each other.)
UC: "Already my first show is wrecked."
Billy: "This is just perfect. What the hell are you doing out here?"
UC: "I'm revolutionizing TV. What are you doing out here?"
Billy: "I'm here to tell everyone why I deserve to be the Number One contender for the EWT title and not that golden boy Spaz!"
UC: "Oh, right. You're here to piss and moan. Billy's gonna Hootie Hoo!, everybody! There's something we haven't seen a million times!"
Billy: "Go screw yourself! Personally, I wouldn't be so quick to talk if I were you! The last time I looked, our two careers were going in completely opposite directions! I'm a main event-caliber superstar who's actually being considered for contention for the World Championship. Meanwhile, you're doing running around being chased by a fat slob in a polka dot shirt. It's not surprising that you took up an interview gig! You're career is going nowhere! It's a good thing I dumped your worthless ass as a tag team partner when I did or otherwise I'd be stuck wallowing in the same mire as you!"
UC: "Are you kidding? If anyone was the Anvil Jannetty of the HBMS, it was you! I'm the charismatic one! You're dead weight! I mean, is it any coincidence that after I ditched you that the fans started cheering for me?"
Billy: "Coincidence? Ha! The only reason why they cheer you is because you're not a victim of..........."
UC: (interrupts) "Say it and so help me I'll belt you right in the mouth."
Billy: (glaring) "..............favoritism."
UC: "Or they just know who the real deal is when they see it, right guys?"
(The crowd cheers for UC as Billy sulks.)
Billy: "Look, I'm not here for some half assed popularity contest! Are you going to interview me or not?"
UC: "Fine, fine. We'll do the interview. First question.....................how do you like my beard?"
(UC points to the smiley face dyed in his goatee.)
Billy: "It looks idiotic."
UC: "Coming from you that means jack squat. Second question..................what's with the price of cantaloupe these days?"
Billy: "AARRRGGGHHH!!! Are you going to ask me about Spaz and my rightful spot as Number One contender or not?"
UC: "Ok! Sheesh! Don't get your knickers in a twist! Fine! You talk about Spud or whatever while I stand here and pretend I'm paying attention."
Billy: "Finally! As we all know I'm the....."
UC: (nodding) "Mmm-hmmm."
Billy: ".....uh....I'm the best wrestler in the entire..........."
UC: (still nodding) "Uh huh."
Billy: "........the entire EWT, and the only reason why I'm not World Champion right now is......."
UC: (points finger in the air) "Very interesting!"
Billy: "Dammit, Ultimo! Give me that!"
(Billy gets aggitated and snatches the mic out of UC's hands and starts over.)
Billy: (composes himself) "As I was saying,..... I would be the World Champion if it wasn't for one man.... Spaz! Since the first day Spaz stepped into this company, he has had an image built around him. That image is one of the perfect competitor. A man who never gives up. A man who is destined for greatness. Spaz became the poster child of this company. The Blue Ribbon Project. He became the golden boy of the E.W.T., reaching the greatest heights that this company has had to offer. And, up to this point, everyone has bought into this image of his! Fans! Managers! Reporters! Everyone has bought into this story. Everyone, that is, except me."
(Billy points at himself and pauses for the dramatic effect. Behind him, Ultimo Chocula rolls his eyes and impatiently checks the time on his watch. Billy doesn't seem to notice him, however, and he carries on.)
Billy: "Unlike everyone else, I refuse to look at Spaz through the rose-colored glasses that everyone elses gazes at him with. And as a result, I see Spaz as the person he REALLY is. I see him as as a charleton, who has been handed everything that he's ever wanted, including the E.W.T. World Title! I see him as a fraud, who defended his World Title against a series of second-rate opponents so his reign would look more legitimate. And most of all, I see him as the man who has gone through great lengths to keep a Virgin from becoming the E.W.T. World Champion. Simply so that he can keep this image of his in place.
UC: "Maybe Spaz is just better than you. Ever consider that?"
(The fans in the audience give a noticable applause for Ultimo's comment. Billy quickly shoots an angry glance back towards Ultimo who simply stares back at him with a fecal eating grin. After a second, Billy turns back to the audience and continues with his speech.)
Billy: "Shut up! Spaz, I can tell that I've really gotten your attention, now! That stunt you pulled in my match against H.B.H..... that was just another act of a desperate man. A man desperate to keep together an image that he's tried to maintain. But for the couple months, I've been pointing out our flaws to everyone who will listen. Bit by bit, I'm pulling away the facade and showing the world that you really are the chump that I say you are. If you really were the competitor that you claim to be, you wouldn't have gone through the lengths you have to keep me away from the World Title, and you wouldn't be so nervous about a Virgin destroying this precious image of your's. But you can't keep me down for ever, and I think you're starting to realize that now. Sooner or later, you're going to have to face me. And when that time comes, I will finally take my place at the top of this company where I belong, and you.... you're image as the golden boy of this company will finally be shattered, and everyone will see you for who you really are."
UC: "Right, right. The same old song and dance. If you weren't a virgin you'd be the champ right now. And if a frog had wings he wouldn't bump his ass a'hoppin'. Blah, blah, blah. Whatever! Now that you got that out of your system, let's get serious. Here's the question that everybody is dying to know the answer to. What's your opinion of..................Curly Fries?"
Billy: "You mean Curly Long? Truth is I don't care for him at all."
UC: "Really? Why's that?"
Billy: "Well to get to the SHORT of the matter...."
(Ultimo chuckles.)
UC: "'The SHORT of the matter'".... I like that.
Billy: "I thought you would. Anyway, I've always had a LITTLE problem with the guy."
(Ultimo chuckles some more.)
Billy: "I don't want to get into it too much, so to make a LONG story SHORT..."
(Ultimo is now trying to keep from laughing.)
Billy: "I think he's pretty much just a LOW-life. (Billy holds his hand down to about knee-level as if to indicate Curly's height). And not only that, but he's a little SHORT on talent. If you know what I mean?
(Ultimo fighting laughter.)
UC: "Oh I know what you mean, alright. Would you say he's kind of a bottom-feeder?
Billy (smiling): "Yeah, and in more ways that one, too! At his height, he's lucky he can reach the floor."
(Ultimo finally starts to lose it, and busts out laughing.)
Billy: "Anyway, I could go on and on about what I don't like about old Half-Pint,....."
UC: "Well, keep it SHORT, will you?"
(Billy starts laughing, too.)
Billy: "Considering who we're talking about, that won't be a problem. So to make a LONG story SHORT...."
(Ultimo and Billy both start laughing at this one.)
Billy: "I just can't stand the guy because he's a sleeze bag. And, personally, I don't think he's really all that good in the ring."
UC: "You know what I don't like about him? He's a gimmick wrestler who thinks he's legit. Like the Boogeyman or Umaga or Jeff Hardy. It's sad, really."
Billy: "That's true. I think everybody can agree with that."
UC: "And that umberhulk he always has with him. What's his story?"
Billy: "Didn't you say that he was Roger Thomas from What's Happening on steroids back when we used to do the Scouting Report?"
UC: "Oh yeah! (laughs) That was a hoot! Remember that "footage" you found of those two dorks? That was hysterical!"
Billy: "Yeah, I remember! I found that those old reels of circus clowns rolling around and smacking into each other! (laughs) Did you see that match where Two Kewl were chasing Curly around the arena?"
UC: "See it? I was in it! Shoulda won too but I got screwed because of a technicallity. Not a part of the match? Details, details. But just for all you folks at home I managed to squirrel an advance copy of the special edition DVD! Check it out!"
(On the Toomi Tron it shows footage of the Catch The Midget match sped up with "Yakkity Sax" playing in the background with special sound effects as Curly runs and bounces around like a super ball. UC and Billy double over laughing while watching the match.)
UC: (composing himself) "Wait! Wait! This is the best part! Watch this!"
(On screen Curly accidentally takes Christy Hemme's top off as he dives down a ventilation shaft to the "Boing!" and howling wolf sound effects.)
Billy: "Ha! Ha! I must have watched that part fifty times! Because...........it's so funny............yeah, that's it."
UC: "If ever there was a cartoon come to life it's got to be that shrimp!"
Billy: "He should have his own theme song! Wait! I got it!"
(Billy starts to sing to the tune of "Stop The Pigeon".)
Billy: "Mr. Big, I'm the shortest little stinker around! Without you here I'd be stomped right into the ground! My skills are pathetic, my come ons are dorky! I'm taken less seriously than ol' Super Porky!"
(Both UC and Billy break into laughter. UC then chimes in with a verse of his own...)
UC: "How did I ever get stuck with this gig? They're chasing me around like I'm a greased pig! I can't get booked into cards because I'm too small to fill! I can't even afford to fix this gap in my grill! Sooooooooooooo........."
Billy: "Catch that midget!"
UC: "Catch that midget!"
Billy: "Catch that midget!"
UC: "Catch that midget!"
Billy & UC together: "CATCH THAT MIDGET NOW!"
(Billy UC laugh uncontrollably and pat each other on the back for a mocking well done. Suddenly they stop laughing and look at each other. They remember that they don't like each other and the HBMS reunion comes to a quick close.)
UC: "So anyway, good luck at failing to win the EWT Title! I have faith that you'll blow it!"
Billy: "And it's back to curtain jerking on Velocity for you then, punk!"
UC: "Go get stuffed you helmet!"
Billy: "Bite me!"
(Billy storms out of the ring scowling and walks back up the ramp as UC gives him the fangul. Suddenly from out of the back Curly and Mr. Big, dripping with donkey urine, come running down the ramp. Billy gets out of the way and watches as the two make a bee line for UC. Mr. Big lays UC out with a big time clothesline and Curly begins to stomp away. Billy sees this but has zero sympathy for his former partner and heads to the back. Meanwhile Mr. Big sets UC up in the shoulder breaker position as Curly climbs up to the top rope. Curly leaps off and double stomps UC in the chest as Big comes down with the Canadian Backbreaker. Big picks UC up in the gorilla press position and throws him head first into the crowd as Curly takes the mic.)
Curly: "Let that be the first.........and last edition of Choc Talk! And let that be a lesson to all of you! Nobody takes my spot! I'm Curly Long! I'll be here forever! And there's not a damned thing any one of you, especially that lump of crap Chocula, can do about it!"
(Curly slams the mic down to the mat and he and Big head to the back to a chorus of boos. The camera goes to UC laid out flat in the crowd as several fans gather around him to see if he's ok.)
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Spyke the Pacers Fan
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Post by Spyke the Pacers Fan on Nov 28, 2006 18:14:17 GMT -5
Announcer: Ladies and Gentlemen... the following contest is scheduled for one fall!
Rockstar (remix)" by N.E.R.D. starts blasting out of the Toomitron as Spyke starts strutting down to the ring, doing a little dance as he does so, as the crowd gives him a very nice pop since he's returning.
Announcer: Introducing first, from Stockholm Sweden, weighing in at 223 pounds... Spyke Johanson!
Spyke quickly hops up onto ring apron, vaulting inside and pacing a bit around the ring, waiting for his opponent eagerly. He doesn't have to wait long as Let the Bodies Hit the Floor starts up, as his opponent emerges from the back, pointing out to the crowd, getting a nice pop, as he starts heading down to the ring.
Announcer: Introducing the opponent, from Birmingham Alabama, weighing in at 300 pounds, The Drunken Demon... Paul Podanski!!!
He slaps hands with the fans a bit, leaping onto the ring apron, taking off his jacket again and lobbing it out into the crowd, where it lands in the lap of a Dwarf in the crowd, completely covering him up. He enters the ring, walking right up to Spyke. The two give each other a look of respect, quickly exchanging a handshake, before backing up as the bell rings. They immediately lock back up, Spyke taking early control, going into an Arm Wrench, nailing a few swift elbow shots right in the area. Paul quickly reverses it into an Arm Wrench of his own, whipping Spyke off the ropes, who leaps over as he comes back, coming back off and going for a Dropsault, but Paul easily shoves him back down, only for Spyke to hit the mat, spring back up, ducking a swift lariat attempt by Paul, and taking him down with a Drop Toe Hold! He floats over, now locking on a Side Headlock, applying pressure. Paul however quickly gets back to a vertical base, Johanson still locking the hold on, as Podanski lifts him up, dropping him with a Sidewalk Slam to the canvas. He immediately mounts the opponent, leveling him with a series of quick punches, but Johanson quickly uses his powerful legs, shoving Paul off. He gets back to his feet, leaping up for an Enziguri, but Paul catches it, looking to bring him down for a Knee smash, but Spyke rolls through, turning it into a Sunset Flip! 1...2
Paul powers out, sending Spyke rolling across the mat. Both men once again rise up, Spyke charging and going for a Calf Kick, only to recieve a High Knee right in the gut in midair, stopping him cold. He lands hard on the mat, quickly struggling back to his feet. Paul awaits him, standing above, kicking him in the gut, lifting him up onto his Shoulders, then driving him down with a Rib Breaker! Spyke gasps in pain as Paul yanks him back up again, ramming into the turnbuckle corner, now starting to use a series of powerful shoulder tackles on his opponent. He then whips him off into the other side, charging after, and getting hit with a Missile Dropkick, sending him stumbling back, hunched over. Spyke gets back up, walking over and hitting a few swift kicks right to legs of Paul, Podanski a bit too dazed to counter. Johanson follows up, hitting another Enziguri attempt and nailing it this time, sending Paul down to the mat. Spyke quickly goes for a cover again. 1...2
Paul kicks out again, rolling Spyke off him. Johanson gets back to his feet, walking over and lifting up one of Paul's legs, now stomping over the area. Paul cringes slightly, but quickly pushes Spyke off, getting back to his feet. Johanson charges again, going for a Crossbody, Paul catching him in midair, tossing him up and catching him for a Samoan Drop! He quickly rolls over to the side, making a pin attempt. 1....2...
Spyke manages to kick out again. Paul sits back up, getting to his feet. he yanks Spyke up by the arm, now hitting a series of quick jabs, then winding up and pitching out a punch, clocking Johanson right in the jaw! He goes down hard, clutching the area as Paul runs off the ropes, connecting with a Senton Splash crushing Spyke beneath! He gasps in pain as Paul rolls to his feet, running back off, then going for a body splash this time, again connecting as Spyke gasps out in pain, Paul making the cover. 1....2....
NO! Spyke manages to get a shoulder up this time. Paul groans, once again rising back up, Spyke getting up once again. Paul immediately whips him off the ropes, catching him as he comes back with a Hip Toss, but Spyke lands on his feet! He immediately jumps up, hitting a kick to the side of Paul's skull, dazing him again, as he quickly gets back up, grabbing him by the neck and charging forward, flipping over the turnbuckle and locking on Dragon sleeper #2! Paul gaps, now flailing desperately as Spyke keeps the hold applied, putting on more and more pressure with each passing second. He immediately lunges out, attempting to grab the nearest rope, suceeding after a few tries. Spyke immediately breaks the hold, as Paul is somehow able to stand. Spyke whips him off the ropes, catching him as he comes backs with a running knee, taking Paul completely down. He then turns around, charging and springboarding off the ropes for a Lionsault, connecting! He goes for the cover once again. 1....2...
NO! Paul manages to get the shoulder up this time. Spyke looks a bit stunned, but quickly gets back up, taking a moment to rest, then lifting paul back up. He nails a quick series of forearms to Paul's face, pulling him down and dropping him with a DDT. Spyke quickly kips back up, running off the ropes and hitting an impressive Flipping Leg Drop, right across Paul's neck! He grips the area in pain as Spyke once again goes for the cover. 1....2..
Paul manages to kick out this time. Spyke looks on, pretty impressed, as he now runs off the ropes, going for a double stomp across the face, but Paul quickly rolls out of the way, just in time. He then wraps on a leg lace, dropping Spyke down to the mat, as he rolls right into a Mexican Surfboard, Spyke now feeling the pressure of the move! He gasps in pain, as Paul continues to apply the move, in pure desperation. He applies it as long as he can, eventually breaking the hold, as both men now lie on the mat. Spyke manages to get up first, followed shortly by Paul. He leaps with a Desperation Wheel Kick, but Paul manages to catch him, turning it into a Sit Out Pumphandle Slam! He gets up, with a burst of adrenaline, as he's looking pretty pumped up now. Spyke groans, slowly rising to his feet, just in time to get lifted up for the Appauler! But Spyke desperately counters out of it, dropping down behind and driving Paul down with a Reverse DDT! Paul groans, now downed on the mat, as Spyke rises back up. He sees Paul down, leaping atop the turnbuckle, doing a little dance atop the turnbuckle as per usual, then leaping off with the Dancing Star Press!
Paul manages to get his knees up in desperation, driving the air right out of Johanson! He gasps in pain, rolling around on the mat, as Paul struggles to his feet again, lifting Spyke up off the mat, then going for the Paulerbomb! 1....2.....3.....4.....5 Spins, then driving him into the mat! He groans, crawling over and making the cover. 1....2...
3!
And Paul barely manages to come out on top in this one.
Announcer: Here is your winner... Paul Podanski!!!
Paul rises up to his feet, helping Spyke up to his own, as the two nod, Spyke exitting the ring as Paul watches, standing triumphant.
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Indigocrates
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Post by Indigocrates on Nov 28, 2006 23:24:56 GMT -5
*Backstage, Sum Guy is standing by with Chris Indigo*
Sum Guy: I'm Sum Guy, and I'm going to defend the face during this interview as part of kayfabe!
Chris Indigo: Kay-what?
Sum Guy: Kayfabe!
Chris Indigo: ...Moving on
Sum Guy: Chris, what are your thoughts on the whole fiasco regarding the Toolshed Title?
Chris Indigo: *Clapping hands*, "Congradulations, Spyke! Once again, you've failed miserabely at yet another one of your endeavors. You must really be getting used to having the shit shovled in your face, Spyke. While poor me gets to admire my title, and carry with me the knowledge that you, Marcus Saxton, and Andy Duke, or whatever the hell his name is, will always remain inferior to me. Both as wrestlers, and men."
Sum Guy: "But Spyke Johanson could very well beat you and get his title back.."
Chris Indigo:" HIS TITLE!? Do I have to show you why I'm champ, Sum? Do I have to go into the commisioner's office, and demand a match one-on-one with you? And show you in the ring just why I am the champ!?"
*Sum Guy, obviously intimidated*: "P-please, C-Chris, just continue with the interview, and the defending of YOUR title."
*Chris Indigo, calming down*: "That's better. Moving on, Spyke, when will you accept the fact that you simply cannot beat me? How many times do I have to make you taste defeat, Spyke? How many times do I have to embarass you, Spyke? How many times do I have to beat your ass, Spyke!? When will you get it through your head that your time has passed, that you past your wrestling prime, that it's time for the new superstars of EWT to step in, and take your place?"
Sum Guy: "So your beef is only with Spyke Johanson?"
Chris Indigo: "This issue with the title doesn't stop there! Andy whoever you are, you weren't good enough to win the Toolshed Invitational, and you weren't good enough to beat Marcus for the #1 contendership."
Sum Guy: "But you interefer..."
Chris Indigo: "Shut up, damnit! I thought you'd be greatful for the oppurtunity to be amongst greatness. But clearly, you're just like the hicks who think I shouldn't be champ. You people just don't recognize talent unless it comes in the form of a conveniently packaged, kissing babies, helping old ladies, John Cena pussy!"
Sum Guy: "But, John Cena's my hero..."
Chris Indigo: "Just shut the hell up before I smack that stupid ass head right off your body! Marcus, you and I had a friendship, you and I could've gone to teh top of EWT, as partners. Before I came along, you were just a glorified sob-story trying to get sympathy from the audience. I offered you my hand to pull you out of the career gutter you were sleeping in Marcus. But when I helped you out of that gutter, rather than helping me, you just tried to mug me. You just tried to use me as a step, you just wanted to use me as a boost in EWT. Well, no more favours, Marcus! I'm going to take you, and I'm going to throw you back into that gutter you came from! At Season's beatings, I'll destroy all three of your careers, and I'll make you realize something: Outside, you all act tough. You all try to have "badass" personalties. But on the inside, you're all just weak, hollow men, trying to cling on to any hope left in your life. But at Season's Beatings, I'll rip that hope out of all of your hands." *Chris walks away*
Sum Guy: "This is Sum Guy, Signing off."
*fade to the next segment*
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Spyke the Pacers Fan
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Post by Spyke the Pacers Fan on Nov 29, 2006 0:28:33 GMT -5
*Spyke is shown backstage, sitting in his locker room and looking pretty miserable and several beer bottles around his feet. He's by himself at the moment*
Spyke: "3 big-time matches in a row I've lost. What's been going on with me lately? I can't seem to keep focus on the win. Something... someone..."
*RLC walks in the room*
RLC: "You alright?"
Spyke: "Yeah, I'm just kinda bummed out. The last 3 losses have really hurt my pride. I've lost my Toolshed Title, lost the rematch, and lost a close one to Paul Podanski. He's a good guy."
RLC: "You know you could easily win the Toolshed Title back. Your only competition is three rookies."
Spyke: *getting really upset* "Let them fight over it! I don't even want it anymore!"
*RLC sniffs the air, and notices the beer bottles on the ground*
RLC: "Have you been drinking?
*Spyke mutters something*
RLC: "What was that?"
Spyke: "I SAID YES! Podanski got me some beer! To take the pain away!
RLC: "SPYKE! YOU'RE ONLY 19!"
*Paul Podanski walks in the room, holding a 12 pack*
Paul: "19? Oh Lord..."
Spyke: "Gimme another! The pain is going away!"
RLC: "No, no, no! No more drinking, you are done for another year-and-a-half."
Paul: "Man, if I knew he was only 19. I may be about drinking and having fun, but I don't condone underage drinking."
RLC: "It's alright."
Spyke: "Rachael? Is... is she gone? PAUL! PAULIEEEEEE PODANSKIIIIII! BUUUUUUDDYYYYY! I gotta tell you something about Rachael, but you CAN'T tell her! *hiccup*
RLC: "Oh no... what now?"
Paul: "Now hold on, hold on. This may be good. What is it, Spyke?"
Spyke: "From the very first day I met Rachael... I... I..."
Paul and RLC: "What?"
Spyke: "I... uhh... ugh..."
Paul and RLC: "WHAT?!"
*Spyke falls face first onto the floor.*
Paul: "Great... now we won't get to hear any juicy secrets."
RLC: "We need to get him outside and into some fresh air."
Paul: "Yeah before anyone else sees him."
*Paul and RLC both slowly look into the camera*
RLC: "F***... are we live?
*Camera moves up and down*
Paul: "F***in' great..."
*Crauswell enters the room*
Paul: "What the hell do you want you furry freak!"
Crauswell: "I heard Spyke was making some derrogetory comments about me the other day, and I came here to take care of some 'business'."
*Crauswell sees Spyke passed out on the floor*
Crauswell: "Whoa... what did you do to him?"
*Spyke pukes on Crauswell's shoes*
RLC: "Heh, heh, heh. Weak, dude..."
Crauswell: "AWWW! DAMMIT! WHEN HE COMES TO, TELL HIM I CAME LOOKING FOR HIM!"
Paul: "Really? I thought you came when you were watching..."
Crauswell: "DON'T EVEN FINISH THAT SENTENCE!"
*Crauswell storms out of the room*
Paul: "Man, that guy is weird. Come on, let's get Spyke outside."
*Podanski picks up Spyke and walks out of the locker room, RLC sticks behind for a sec.*
RLC: "'From the very first day I met Rachael...' What did he mean? *smiles* I hope he means what I think he means!"
*RLC excitedly walks out of the room, fade to commercial for Coorswiser Lite... the official alcoholic beverage of the EWT!*
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Post by HMARK Center on Nov 29, 2006 0:45:50 GMT -5
<Gene Okerlund makes his way towards the locker room in the back>
Gene: Ladies and gentlemen, after quite awhile of waiting, I've decided to finally check in on the Prophecy Reborn, who just a short time ago were the victims of a brutal, senseless attack at the hands of Team LEO. We have footage from immediately afterwards.
<Gene talks over footage of Moxie having a light flashed in his eyes, to see if he's concussed, and, if so, how badly, while HMark has his head bandaged>
Gene: As you can see, HitmanMark and Moxie, despite their resiliance in calling Mike and Joel back to the ring, were most definately worse for wear. And here they are, back at the EWT Arena! Gentlemen, <nods towards Auraelia> and lady, what do you have to say about the events of last week?
<All three are putting on the last bits of ring gear, like gloves and kickpads, but HMark stops, his face none-too-pleased>
HMark: You want to know the truth, Gene?
It sucked.
Yes, we got the moral victory afterwards: Team LEO couldn't actually keep us down, couldn't truly defeat us, but there's no denying that we let ourselves get taken completely off-guard.
I accept responsibility for that. As the most veteran member of this team, I should've known better than to not prepare for something like that from two upstart wanna-be's with chips on their shoulders.
But the fact remains, we've been hurting, Gene, and it's been in more ways than one. We lost our chance at our World Tag Team Titles; we weren't prepared for the attack from Team LEO; and now, the injuries we got last week took us off the road for a whole week, screwing us out of pay and, much more importantly, a chance for immediate retribution.
It sucks, Mean Gene...but we're not gonna let things stand as they are.
Gene: Moxie, any thoughts?
Moxie: You know what? After last week, I almost didn't have anymore thoughts. My head was crushed against steel, and I probably haven't even fully recovered yet.
But HMark is right: we let our guard down. We've been letting our guard down.
And it ends. NOW.
See, we've lost some of our focus. Yes, we are one of the most dominant forces in this company, and yes, we are two of the most decorated champions in this company's history, and YES, we've rarely lost in our run as a team!
BUT! For too long now, we've allowed our focus to waver. After we gave the Tag Titles "World" status, we began worrying about Toom E. Dangerously, and figured we'd just waltz back to the belts we still know are rightly ours. Hell, even when Team LEO began trying to make our lives hell, what reason did we have to take them seriously? We'd beaten them already, we had nothing to prove.
But now...it's different. Now, there's a purpose, and Team LEO has given it to us on a silver platter. Congratulations, boys; I told you both before that you had woken up a pack of sleeping wolves, but those wolves...well, now, they're fully awake, fully organized, and fully ready for fresh blood.
Gene: <somewhat uncomfortable> Um, Auraelia, any words on matters beyond Team LEO? With this "renewed focus", will you begin worrying about other teams in the EWT, such as the World Tag Team champions, Team Ireland?
Auraelia: Team Ireland...you've dodged a bullet for too long now. After Symphony of Destruction, we let ourselves become distracted by Team LEO, by the perceived injustice of not regaining the gold.
But it's like Moxie said: things are going to change now.
When the Prophecy Reborn began, it was a finely tuned, cold, calculating killing machine. If returning to our roots is the most effective way of eliminating our enemies, and of regaining what's rightly ours'...then so be it.
HMark: <in an eery, icy tone> Team Ireland: we WILL take your gold. Team LEO: we WILL have your blood. Everyone else, including our opponents this week, our "friendly rivals" from Generation Tech: it would serve you well to stay out of our path to these goals.
The fun and games end now, and if this entire company must suffer because of it, then it shall be. So says MY Gospel.
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Post by Mystery on Nov 29, 2006 4:18:32 GMT -5
*Mystery is sitting in Toom E's office.*
Toom: Look young lady, you are under contract. You WILL do your tag match as scheduled.
Mystery: You do not understand...I can't do it. I won't do it.
Toom: You pretty much begged me to come back into EWT after you were released from psychiatric care. I gave you free passes to EWT events. I gave you free trips to Disney Land & even scored you on air time for interviews months ago.
Mystery: I did not ask for this. You can not make me do this.
Toom: I am Toom E Dangerously...I can make you do ANYTHING!!! NMow, explain to me why you can not do this tag match?
Mystyery: I.....I.....I just can't. I can't tell you. I can not tell you.
just when it's getting good i slowly start to freeze just when it's feeling real i put my heart to sleep it's the memory i can see then this fear comes over me understand that i don't mean
Toom: Look, I don't care what your excuse is...you WILL be ringside in this tag match or you WILL be fired!!!
*Mystery gets up & runs out of the room. For the first time ever, she is visually shaken & scared, with tears in her eyes.*
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Maelstrom
AC Slater
The Tide Will Turn!
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Post by Maelstrom on Nov 29, 2006 5:55:58 GMT -5
*We are backstage and we find Maelstrom with the EWT World Heavyweight Title on his shoulders. He is walking down a corridor*
JIM ROSS: Bawwh Gawwd! Maelstrom is here and he's coming out to ringside .. Next!!
(fade to commercial)
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Post by wrath on Nov 29, 2006 8:17:33 GMT -5
"...Hiiiiii everybody!"
The camera pops up on a close up of Clown Girl's big, wide grin as it's stretched across her face..
Clown Girl: "Hope you all liked my match last week! I know I did! ...But I know someone who didn't.."
*The frown is turned upside down but just for a moment*
Clown Girl: And I don't mean the bald lady I beat up! Nope! I mean my newwwww best friend, amigo, buddy, pal and tag team partner...Mystery! I dunno why really. She just seems very upset with me around. Well, I just want to make sure that she knows that there is NOTHING to be afraid of! Not a single thing! I wouldn't even hurt a fly! ...Well...I would tear it's wings off really slowly...watch it wither about...then head butt it. But that's all! Mystery and I are going to win our match against the bald lady and...the...other...one. I would flash a thumbs up but I'm a bit..eh..tied up right now!
*The camera pans backwards also reveals that Clown Girl is also upside down. Hanging from a chain on the ceiling and bound to a straight jacket. She doesn't seem to mind in the least. Underneath her is a tank of water and operating the chain is Mr Bunny*
Clown Girl: Best friends gotta stick together, Mystery! Let's go out there and win one for...uh...win one for...uhm...us! Hehehehe. Now if you don't mind...I'm taking some drowning lessons! Byeeeeeeeeeee!
*Mr Bunny lets go of the chain and Clown Girl is submerged into the water. Rainbow colored hair swaying about and that wide grin still upon her face*
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Post by paulpodanski on Nov 29, 2006 8:56:53 GMT -5
Paul Podanski is seen returning backstage, still looking a bit exhausted from his match earlier, when he suddenly runs into Dr Vivan Anemone, who just happens to be standing backstage, a big smile on her face, still wearing that obviously fake wig on her skull.
Vivian: Why congrats on your win there Paulie!
Paul says nothing, giving her a very sour look,not happy to see her in the least. Vivian's disposition soon sours quickly.
Vivian: Too bad it doesn't mean a damn thing right now.
Paul looks a bit confused, turning around right into a Dragon Slayer! It's Shane Malone!!! The Team Ireland enforcer immediately mounts Paul's fallen body, proceeding to beat the everloving crap out of him with relentless fists to the face, eventually busting him open in the process. Vivian smiles once again, as she now motions outfrom behind her, Coach Pat O'Hare walking out, carrying his ever present Tricolour-wrapped Hurley & with a big grin on his face as he watches Malone dismantle Paul backstage. Shane lifts Paul up, driving a series of knees right into the stomach of his opponent. Paul tries to fight back, swinging a few punches, but he's a bit too exhausted for them to do much. Malone eventually catches one of them, pulling Paul right into an Irish Car Bomb! Podanski lands on the mat with a thud... nearly motionless... blood leaking out of his forehead as Malone pulls Paul back up one more time, pulling him forward and simply chucking him right back down to the floor! He lands hard, clutching his neck and forehead as Malone walks over, leaning down and admiring his handiwork, O'Hare and Anemone doing the same, watching from only a few meters away. Not for long though as they head over towards the fallen Paul, Malone sliding out and lifting the fallen Podanski up, holding him there, as O'Hare menacingly brandishes that Hurley of his, twirling it a bit, swinging it, only to stop in mid motion, instead handing it over to Vivian, who nearly cracks the damn thing right across Paul's noggin! Paul slumps down as Malone tosses him down to the floor, the three now heading off backstage together, Paul crawling after them for a bit, before completely passing out.
Fade to Commercial
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Post by Oceanic on Nov 29, 2006 15:54:30 GMT -5
Sum Guy is running down the hallway trying to catch up with someone as he addresses the camera.
Sum Guy: "Hi! I'm Sum Guy and I've seen Rick Springfield live 15 times! Folks, we just saw the return of EWT Hall Of Famer Oceanic as she challenged Mike Ragnal for a Tri State Title shot! Let's see if we can catch up to her!"
Sum Guy huffs and puffs but finally makes it up to Oceanic as she's about to leave the arena with her duffel bag slung over her shoulder.
Sum Guy: "Hold it! Hold it! Let me catch my breath........................hurrggg.................ok. First, the question everyone wants to know. Where have you been?"
Oceanic: "I needed some time off to get some personal stuff straight. That's all you need to know."
Sum Guy: "Right. So now that you're back, what are your plans? Surely you're going to try to regain the GND title, right?"
Oceanic: "I'm sorry, but were you watching? Did you not see what I just did? I just called out Mike Ragnal, one of the biggest stars in the entire EWT and the current Tri State champion. Why would I want to go back to that jiggle fest that supposed to pass as the GND division?"
Sum Guy: "But.....but.......weren't you one of the reasons why the GND took off in the first place?"
Oceanic: "Yeah, I helped build the GND division, but that was a long time ago. Back then the GND had a solid roster of competitors. Linda Ragnal, Carla O Woe, Rosa, Tanya Flaire, Holly Vaughn, Chrysta, D'Zee. Any one of those ladies could put on a show at any venue on any card. Where are they now? Almost all of them are gone now. Rosa's still around but that's about it. Chrysta? She's so wrapped up in this whole wedding business that nobody remembers that she's supposed to be the champion. Take a look who represents the GND now. Clown Girl? Mystery? Sensational Cherry? This is the best we can do? Hell, not too long ago the champion was someone who looked exactly like some low grade actress. When I left I thought the GND could carry on without me. How wrong I was. Without me, the GND is right back where it started, a soft core porno with no real direction or purpose. I don't have the energy or the patience to try and build it back up to it's former glory. If these dumb broads want to wiggle around in lime Jello then they can go right ahead. I could care less."
Sum Guy: "So what's that got to do with Mike Ragnal?"
Oceanic: "Everything! Mike Ragnal is one of the best wrestlers in this organization right now. Take a look at what he's done. Two time tag champion, and this is his second run with the Tri State title. He's a constant contender for the World Title. Who better to call out? I know I can take the GND title back with no problem, but I don't want that. I want the Tri State title. I want all the testosterone junkies in the back to know I can hang with any one of them in the ring. I want to prove that I'm more than some tits and ass to the drooling morons in the crowd. I'm done playing Barbie's with the little girls, I want to play war with the big boys. The question is does Mike have the balls to play with me?"
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B.A.
Grimlock
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Post by B.A. on Nov 29, 2006 16:29:03 GMT -5
Eddie is back...
I'm not facing Jarrett again! Period! You know what, screw this! I'm outta of here for the week!
Cole: Eddie you can't leave, you know what toomi-bischoff will do to you if you refuse to wrestle!
Eddie: Shutup, I don't care! This is the what? 3rd time I'm facing him? Do I look like I want the same opponent, after opponent? I want gold! I don't see me getting any, so forget about it.
*Eddie picks up his luggage and carts it out before he's stopped by Angle.*
Angle: Eddie, you're facing Jarrett right?
Eddie: Was...I was facing him...
Angle: Well, I think Jarrett has been a little tied up...
Eddie peaks in the room to see Jeff hogtied cussing out Angle.
Eddie: What the hell did you do?
Angle: Me..? I don't know what you're talking about. I didn't have a hand, or a rope in this...
Eddie: But wait, if that means he's here...then...
Eddie brings his luggage to the stage getting on the ramp and walking down the aisle. He goes ahead gets in the ring and orders the ref to ring the bell. Eddie stands in the ring with both hands crossed as he waits patiently for the ref to get to 10.
Ref: 1...2...3....4..5...6..7..8..9...
Eddie stops him at 9..and grabs a mic and leaves the ring..
Eddie: Oh, I'm sorry, I was looking for my sunglasses and I saw I dropped them outside...You can begin again ref.
*The crowd laughs at this*
Ref:1...2...3....4...5...6..7...8...
Eddie: Wait, wait..hold on..we're in San Antonio, Texas right!!!??
*This elicits a cheering from the crowd and a Omega chant*
Crowd: Omega! Omega! Omega!
Eddie: Hey, ref............you know uh..Spanish? I mean, it's only appropiate since we are close to the border, I don't want some of my fans to go ahead and not understand what you're saying..matter of fact, say it on the mic!
The ref looks at Eddie confused but proceeds as the audience copies
Ref: Uno........Dos......Tres.....Quatro.....Cinco....Seis....Siete......Ocho......
The ref stops and Eddie looks back...
Eddie: Why you stop?
The ref goes ahead and whispers in Eddie's ear...
Eddie: You don't know what 9 is in spanish?? Hey crowd, what is it?
Crowd: Nueve!!!
Eddie: Yea, see? Now continue...
Ref: Nueve!! ....um....Dies
The bell rings and Eddie raises his hands, and quickly exits the ring as the Remedy starts and he heads backstage.
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