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Post by Poker Joker on Dec 4, 2006 20:51:25 GMT -5
(The scene opens up in a backroom area of the E.W.T. Arena, near the snack machines. Standing back there is Josh Mathews with his microphone in hand, preparing for an interview segment. The camera is in close on Josh's face, though we can see the vending machine behind him.)
*JM*: This is Josh Mathews here for E.W.T. Television. With the With the Seasons Beatings pay-per-view only a matter of weeks away, we know already know that two things regarding the E.W.T. World Title will be decided on that evening. First off, we know that Maelstrom will defend his World Championship against not one but TWO tough competitors... the ever-crafty and always dangerous Merc, and the man who exudes confidence, Chance Confidence. And secondly, whoever walks away from that match as the Champion, we will know who the number one contender for their title will be, as SIX MEN will square off in a single match to decide who will hold that coveted spot on the E.W.T. roster. And with me, right now, is one of the men who be competing in that match, Billy "The Virgin" Ubermark.
(The camera zooms out to reveal Billy. He's sitting in a fold-up chair beside the vending machines, directly beside Mathews. He is in his street clothes and seems to be pouting.)
*JM*: Billy, give us your thoughts on this six-man match at Seasons Beatings.
(Mathews holds the mic down towards Billy's mouth. Billy looks up at Mathews with a scowl still on his face.)
*BU*: My thoughts? I'll tell you my thoughts. Its a damn farce! There are my thoughts!
(Mathews has a puzzled look on his face.)
*JM*: But Billy, isn't this what you wanted?
*BU*: No, its not what I wanted. What I wanted was a one-on-one match with Spaz to determine which of us deserved a shot at the World Championship. But as always, Spaz doesn't want to take another chance at getting in the ring with ME by himself, so now we have to have four other guys in there with us.
*JM*: But Billy, this match is the one that was supposed to be held...
(Billy stands up out of his chair suddenly, startiling Mathews and causing him to back up.)
*BU*: Yeah, Yeah! I know! This is the #1 contenders match that was supposed to take place at the last pay-per-view but didn't. And do you know why it didn't take place?
*JM*: Well, I heard that it was because....
*BU* (cutting Mathews off): Forget what you heard, because that's not the reasons. I'm convinced that that was just a cover story! I'll tell you what I think the REAL reason is: I'm almost convinced that the real reason is because Spaz didn't want to have to get in the ring with five other guys.... PARTICULARLY ME... in order to earn the #1 contenders spot for the E.W.T. Championship. Instead, he thought he'd just get that #1 contenders spot handed to him, like everything else in this company.
*JM*: But that's not what happened.
*BU*: You're right! That's NOT what happened! For once in their lives, the Championship Booking Committee for this company finally got things right and they didn't simply hand Spaz what he DIDN'T acually deserve! And while I can't really say that I agree with their choices of challengers for the World Title at Seasons Beatings, and DID agree with what was going to be the match for the #1 contenders' slot! It was going to be ME vs SPAZ! But I guess all that has changed, now, hasn't it!
*JM* (confused): It was? But I never heard any announcement that that was going to be the number one contenders match. In fact, the only person I'd heard even suggest that match was you.
(Billy nods his head.)
*BU*: Exactly! I'd gotten it on good authority that the number one contenders match was going to be me and Spaz at Seasons Beatings. But apparently Spaz must have found out about it, so he got the booking committee to change the match to this six-man thing we've got now!
*JM*: Billy, that doesn't make sense to me. Why would Spaz want to change the.....
*BU*: Isn't it obvious? Spaz doesn't want to be in the ring with me by himself! And do you know why?
(Mathews shakes his head. Billy leans in closer to Mathews and stares straight into his eyes.)
*BU*: Because the last time he was in the ring with me by himself, I almost beat Spaz for the E.W.T. World Championship. And ever since that time, he's avoided getting in the ring with me one-on-one by any means possible, because he knows if he steps in the ring with me again, I WILL beat him. And that's what Spaz fears the most... being beaten by me..... A VIRGIN!
*JM*: Wait a minute! You're saying that Spaz is worried about being beaten by you because you're a virgin?
*BU* (surprised): Why not! I think the facts speak for themselves! His denying me my deserved rematch for the E.W.T. World Title.... his constant pulling of strings to keep me from getting that number one contenders spot.... his cowardly attack during my first blood match against H.B.H..... and now THIS... THIS blattent attempt of his to keep from having to face me one-one-one! Its one act of Virgin Discrmination after another with this guy, and all of it is just to protect his precious image in this company!
*JM*: Billy aren't....
*BU* (angrily): SHUT UP! Spaz is worried about this "golden boy" image of his! He's worried about it being shattered if he gets beaten by someone who's actually better than him.... someone who actually WORKED his way up in this fed, and who DESERVES to get the title shots that Spaz has been handed over the years.... and worst of all, he's worried that that someone might be a VIRGIN! Someone who his actions show he looks down upon as being inferior to him. In short, Spaz is worried that being beaten by me will be the worst thing to happen to him! And do you know what? He's right! It WILL be the worst thing to happen to him! Not just because he'll have been beaten by a VIRGIN, but because I will completely and utterly DESTROY Spaz in front of the entire world, and show him up to be the fraud that I know him to be! And I don't care if I have to fight my way through four other second-rate chumps in order to do it! Eddie Omega? Ratings? H.B.H.? Gasoline? There isn't a single one of those guys who's on par with me talent-wise! I am the hottest young superstar in this company, and I'll cut a swath through ALL of them! But mark my words, at Seasons Beating I WILL get my hands on Spaz! And I will give him the biggest beating of the season so that I can walk out of that match in my rightful place as the number one contender to the E.W.T. World Championship.
(With that, Billy pushes Mathews arm aside. The microphone tumbles out of Mathews hand and onto the floor as Billy storms off. Josh Mathews bends over to pick up his microphone as Billy leaves. He fumbles for it on the floor for a second before coming back up with it. The camera now zooms in on him.)
*JM* (slightly shaken): Well, there you have it. Billy "The Virgin" Ubermark has his sights set on becoming the number one contender for the World Championship at Seasons Beatings, and it seems apparent that he's willing to go through everyone.... especially Spaz.... in order to do it. Will he be able to? I guess we'll have to wait until Seasons Beatings to find out. Until next time, I'm Josh Mathews.
(With that the scene fades to black.)
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Post by Indigocrates on Dec 4, 2006 22:02:17 GMT -5
*We see Rachel Leigh Cook walking. She then walks up to a vending machine, and reaches in her pocket from change. Suddenly, something off screen throws a bottle of Gatorade to her. She catches the bottle, and looks at what threw it to her. The camera moves to the left until we see a smug looking Chris Indigo in street clothes, Toolshed Title in hand.*
Chris Indigo: Anything...for a lady. *winks*
RLC: What the hell do you want?
Chris: Just thought I'd save you some change.
RLC: Gee, thanks. Guess that makes up for you throwing me into that elevator during your title match with Spyke, right?
Chris: I did that for a reason. I did that to show you just how weak a man Spyke really is. He couldn't protect you, you were left helpless. And now he won't even escort you to a vending machine, where thugs like Marcus Saxton are running around.
*walks up to Rachel until he is face to face with her.*
*starts stroking Rachel's hair* You deserve so much better, a woman of your caliber.
RLC: *backing away* I don't know why you think me and Spyke are dating, WE ARE NOT!
Chris: Look, I know you're in love with me. Your knees get weak at the sight of me, you get that look in your beautiful, hazelnut eyes.
RLC: *starting to walk away* Just leave me alone!
Chris: I'm starting to think you don't love me. I want you to convince me that you love me, it may be you're only chance to do so. So come on, sweetheart, get on your knees and make me a believer! *laughs*
RLC: *now seething in anger* Listen dirtbag, when I tell Spyke about this, do you know how pissed he's going to be with you!? he care's about me, and I care about him...in a buisness manner! So why don't you just hug off!?
*Rachel starts to walk away again, but Chris yanks her back by her hair*
Chris: *while still holding Rachel's hair* Just tell your crush that at Season's Beatings, I look forward to showing him that war, truly IS hell.
*Chris lets Rachel go, and she runs off terrified, the camera zooming in on Chris Indigo's arrogant, perveted smile as we cut to the next segment.*
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Post by Ultimo Chocula on Dec 5, 2006 16:05:29 GMT -5
(Backstage Ultimo is with Dusty Rhodes for the same thing they do every week.)
Dusty: "Hey folks! This is the AmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmericanDreamDuthtyRhodeth! Looky here! You seen it! You seen that dirty li'l Curly Long and Mr. Beeg! They took to clubberin' on Ul-Tee-Mo! Dere's two a dem and only one a heem! He outnumbered! If he don't find hisself a partnah soon he might be in a whole world of trubble! Ul-Tee-Mo, I'm a rightowrong?"
UC: "You may be on to something there. There's no doubt that I can take out that runt Curly Fries, and if it wasn't for him I would have beaten the umberhulk! Everybody knows that! Everybody knows that it takes both of them to beat me! They can't do it on their own! Curly Fries knows this all to well! He knows I can roll him up into a ball of dough and sell him to Pillsbury! That's why he needs his bodyguard! The umberhulk knows that he's just like a Galapagos turtle! Once he's on his back he's dead meat! I had him dead to rights! That's why the shrimp kept interfering! If it's not one, it's the other! As much as it kills me I have to admit, I think I might need some back up."
Dusty: "Which brings us to that big match at Starcade! In da steel cage with a hockey stick way up dere on a pole, you unnerstan! The only way to ween is to make your opponent cry uncle! On one side is dat Curly Long and Mr. Beeg! On da udda side you got Ul-Tee-Mo and a partnah of his choosin'! So everybody wanna know! Who you got to getcher back? Whozat gonna be there witcha to even da score wit da midget?"
UC: "Well it shouldn't be too hard to find somebody! Curly has made a lot of enemies around here! EVVVVVVVERYBODY hates Curly Fries! You'd figure that I'd have a line around the block of people who want to cave his head in with my good old trusty hockey stick, Oglethorpe! I've blackened many an eye and dislocated many a jaw with Ogie and I'm looking to add two more names to the hit list! You here that, short stack?! Bam! Right upside the beezer! With incentive like that I can bet the offers will come pouring in! So the question remains. Who's going to be my partner? To be honest, I'm not sure who I'm going to pick yet. I'll just have to wait and see who wants the opportunity to kick Curly's ass the most."
Dusty: "Ooh! Ooh! Pick me! Pick da Dream! I make a good partnah!"
UC: "Uhhh.........."
Dusty: "C'mon, Jack! Pick me! When it comes to clubberin' ain't nobody bettah!"
UC: "What are you going to do? Bleed all over him?"
Dusty: "Looky here! I got that Bionic Elbone! Watch dis!"
(Dusty goes bug eyed and starts to wildly give elbow shots to the air. UC gets out of the way before gets nailed.)
UC: "Hey! Watch where you point that thing!"
Dusty: (still giving random elbow shots) "Ugh! Like dat, you see! Right between dem eyeballs! Ugh! Ugh!"
UC: "Stop that! You're going to break something!"
(As Dusty continues to elbow erratically Johnny B. Badd shows up on the scene.)
Badd: "Hey man! I hear you're looking for a partner! Well look no further cuz here I am! I'm a bad man! WHOOOOOO-HOOOOOOOO-OOOOOOO!!!"
(Suddenly Johnny's Badd Blaster goes off spraying UC right in the face. Confetti flies everywhere as Dusty continues to elbow random things like trash cans and a picture of Larry Zybyszko)
UC: "What the hell is wrong with you, Tutti Fruity?"
Badd: "Hey now! What are you implying? WHOOOOOOO-HOOOOOOO-OOOOOOOO!!!!!!"
UC: "Nothing. Less eyeliner, more training."
(A stream of smoke appears and in lands Max Moon with his jet pack that gets him a good six inches off the ground at a time.)
Moon: "I flew in from the outer reaches of space when I heard that you need a partner."
Badd: "Hey! Back off! I was here first! WHOOOOOOOOOOO-HOOOOOOOO-OOOOOOOOO!!!!"
(The two argue while Brother Ray/Bubba Ray/Whatever runs in. He tries to speak but he's out of breath.)
Bubba: "I...............*gasp*...................I heard.................*breathes heavily*.........................ugh................"
(Bubba doubles over and tries to get his breath back as everybody stops what they're doing to watch.)
Moon: "What's wrong with him?"
UC: "He walked ten whole feet and got winded. This is why you don't let yourself go when you're wished well in future endeavors, kids."
Bubba: "............hurgh....................but..............*gasp*..................huuuugh................................hold on a second.................."
UC: "You take five. We'll come back to you in a minute."
(Rick Martel walks in everybody turns to him.)
Martel: "If you need a partner then who better than me? We models have to look out for one another."
(Rick sprays a thick cloud of Arrogance from his bug cannister and everyone starts to cough. Except UC, cuz he's cool like that.)
UC: "Sorry to tell you this but I don't do the modeling thing anymore."
Martel: "Really?"
UC: "Yeah. The HBMS is deader than disco."
Martel: "Oh...............does this mean I have to back to teaming with Zenk?"
UC: "Nah. But so far you're my favorite."
(UC turns to Bubba Ray.)
UC: "How you doin' there, champ?"
Bubba: "..........................grbbn...................hurgghh......................pant, pant, pant.............................one second..............................urrbbb.............................hoo boy.............."
(Jack Evans swaggers into the crowd.)
Evans: "Yo! Yo! Yo! Whassup?"
UC: "Federline?"
Evans: "Nah man! You need a partner and I'm the man for the job, yo!"
UC: "Oh really? What makes you so special?"
Evans: "I can work a flip into anything, yo!"
UC: "That's it? Listen skinny. You're not going to work out."
Evans: "Aw c'mon, yo! Lemmee show you what I can do! Watch dis!"
(Evans gets Max Moon to lay on the floor and then climbs up on top of a table. Evans leaps off and does about three sloppy flips but misses Moon entirely and lands awkwardly on his head."
UC: "And this is going to help me how exactly?"
Evans: "Yo, you gonna pick me or........."
UC: "Knock it off with the hip hop talk! You're white, you come from a podunk town in Washington, you don't know *BEEP!* about *BEEP!* and PULL UP YOUR PANTS!"
(Rey Mysterio walks in and pleads his case.)
Rey: "If you need a mystery partner, it might as well be a Mysterio partner, right?"
(Everybody groans.)
Rey: "Last night, I had a dream. And in it Eddie said that I should be your partner in you match against...."
UC: "Stop it!"
Rey: "But Eddie came to me in a vision and said........"
UC: "No he didn't! Knock it off!"
Rey: "Eddie told me you'd say that and he said.........."
UC: "Eddie told me that it pisses him off that you won't shut up about him! Let him rest in peace and clam up!"
Rey: "Eddie said that? That doesn't sound like him at all."
UC: "Somebody slap him."
(Martel slaps Rey as Sandman shows up, chugs a beer, smashes it over his forehead.)
UC: "Let me guess. You're here because you want to team with me too, right?"
Sandman: "Naw, man. I was just earning my pay check this week. This is all I get paid to do anymore. Well, that and this..."
(Sandman rears back and cracks Bubba in the face with a cane shot. Bubba's busted open but his blood looks yellow."
Sandman: "What is that?"
UC: "It appears to be butter. Jeebus Bubs, your cholesterol must be through the roof!"
Bubba: "...............hugh.................huff.....................ow.......where's a bench? I............need..............a breather."
Evans: "Yo! You gonna pick a partner or what, fool! You should pick me and you know this, maaaaaaan!"
Moon: "Forget him! Pick me!"
Martel: "Pick me! I'm the only good worker here!"
Dusty: "Pick your ol' pal the Dream, baby!"
Sandman: "Pick me! I hit hard!"
Rey: "Eddie said you should pick me!"
Badd: "Pick me! WHOOOOOOOOOO-HOOOOOOOOO-OOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!"
Off screen: "Meow!"
(Everybody stops and turns to see Battle Kat standing there and waving. A few seconds later everybody is back yelling at each other why they should be picked. The din is just a lot of blabber with nobody backing down. UC squirms his way out to the front of the crowd as everybody continues to argue with each other.)
UC: "Jeez, I don't know who to pick as my partner at Season's Beatings................."
(UC looks directly into the camera and points right at the people at home so his index finger takes up half the screen."
UC: "DO YOOOOOUUUUUU?"
(Fade into the next segment.)
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Post by wrath on Dec 5, 2006 17:13:15 GMT -5
Announcer Type Person: The following tag team match up is scheduled for ONE fall! Making their way to the ring..
*Dr. Vivian Anemone makes her way to the ring, looking more confident than last week. Wearing a long blonde wig with a cheerful smile, Ms. White trailing behind her. The two enter the ring and begin to pace about..*
Announcer Type Person: ..Dr. Vivian Anemone and Ms. White! ..And their opponents..
*"Tablescraps" by Stolen Babies begins to play and Clown Girl makes her entrance on the shoulders of the towering Mr.Bunny. Once close enough to the ring, she springs off Mr.Bunny's shoulders into the ring. She lands in a crotched position and hisses at her two opponents..*
Announcer Type Person: ..being accompanied by Mr.Bunny..Clown Girl! And her partner!
*..No one comes from behind the apron..*
Announcer Type Person: ..AAAAAAAnd her partner!
*Again nothing..*
Announcer Type Person: ..And her PARTNER..
*Finally Mystery is drug to the ring by officials, kicking and screaming the entire way. She is forced onto the apron and clings to the ring post for dear life. Burying her face into it and shivering in fear. Clown Girl simply shrugs at her as the bell rings, tossing her pre-match mask aside. Mrs. White rushes into the ring and tries to blind side the rainbow haired girl, but she is caught with a hip toss. Clown Girl then drops kicks the downed Mrs. White in the face. Clown Girl gives White a few stomps before whipping her into a corner and rushing in after her..taking her down with a Monkey Flip. Mrs.White stumbles about and gets nailed by a Spinning Heel Kick from Clown Girl.
Mrs.White quickly tags in Dr.Anemone who spring boards into the ring and takes Clown Girl down with a Jumping Arm Drag. She whips Clown Girl into the ropes and Clotheslines her down. Again, she manages to drop Clowny with a Jumping Neckbreaker. Clown Girl crawls towards Mystery but Vivian grabs a hold of her foot. Clown Girl springs up and catches Vivian with a Enziguri. Clown Girl reaches to tag Mystery in but once Mystery realizes how close Clown Girl has gotten she screams and drops from the apron. She begins to back away from the ring.
Dr.Anemone clubs Clown Girl in the back and spins her around, hitting some knee's to the gut. She attempts to whip Clown Girl into the ropes, but she reverses and hits Vivian with a Sit-Out Jawbreaker. Clown Girl sticks her head between the ropes and yells for Mystery to get back into the ring but the masked lady just keeps back peddling. Mrs.White and Vivian grab Clown Girl from behind and hit her with a Double Suplex. Mrs.White hits a body slam and Vivian climbs to the top rope. Vivian leaps down and crashes onto Clown Girl with The Smile High 630 Splash.
..One..two..three!*
Announcer Type Person: Here are your winners....Dr.Vivian Anemone and Mrs.White!
*The victors celebrate and Mr.Bunny drags Clown Girl out of the ring by her wrists and ankles. Clown Girl holds the back of her head and gives the retreating Mystery a dark glare..*
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Post by pta on Dec 5, 2006 18:35:09 GMT -5
We cut to the back, where Principal Pain is standing by with the four remaining teams in the Two Tough competition, all of them awaiting the inevitable elimination, except for Sinder and Domino, who seem cool as clams... or something like that.
Pain: Once again we come to the elimination process... and once again, one of you teams of hopefuls shall have their dreams crushed right before their very eyes.
Pain smiles, looking back and forth at the three possible eliminatable teams, Faboon suddenly leaning forward and slurping Pain's nose... which causes him to jerk back, looking rather annoyed.
Pain: You sickening cur!
Faboon: I am sorry king of the education... but my will commanded it...
Zeleke: Really... thy will commanded it?
Faboon nods eagerly, Bo and Moe leaning over.
Bo: Shaddap and let him get on with the eliminating of you losers.
Moe: Yeah... we're gonna win... and then we can stop with this filthy EWT Janitor gig.
Pain looks over, shaking his head.
Pain: Unfortunately... I'm afraid you are sorely mistaken about that. You see... the audience has spoken and Clean Sweep... it's back to mopping for you. But hey, you got pretty far in this for... well, custodians. Kudos on that.
Moe and Bo look at each other in shock, then in total anger, start kicking the walls, as everyone's favorite EWT security team grabs them both and drags them away... to the men's bathroom, tossing them both inside.
Pain: Oh and I almost forgot to mention... Toomi wants those cleaned now that you've got nothing else to do. In fact, this whole damn building is a mess since you slacked off.
He turns back to the others.
Pain: Now then... this coming week, only two of you will be left standing. Those two will get the opportunity of a lifetime as they get to have their first official match against one another at EWT's very own, Season's Beatings. I myself have never competed there, but I was present... and let me tell you gentlemen, I hope you are prepared. Otherwise, you'll be torn apart by those troops out there. And of course, the winner of that match will become the newest addition to the EWT Tag Team Roster. The loser of course... will probably be sent back to the independents. So you three better pray that the crowd out there wants you to succeed. Of course, there's still one more competition I have in mind... which will take place next week.
Pain smiles, folding his arms as he looks around all six men.
Pain: Till then, you have this week off to hang around and do as you please... no eliminations... no immunity... no nothing. Consider it a last chance to revel in your possible new home... and my own to take a week off. I'll see you this time, the following week, till then... take care.
Pain turns around, crutch walking his way out of the arena, as the three teams look at each other.
Fargo: So... what exactly shall we do gentlemen?
Hoover: We could... PUSSY... explore the ground and meet everyone else around here.
Sinder scoffs, looking at the other two teams, as he calls Domino to his side.
Sinder: Come Dylan... let's get away from these lunatics.
Domino shrugs, as the two head off, Faboon and Zeleke moonwalking away in the opposite direction, while Fargo and Hoover smile, taking off in yet another direction... as we fade to commercial.
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Post by paulpodanski on Dec 6, 2006 18:45:36 GMT -5
As we return from commercial, we see Paul Podanski exiting the medical facility of the EWT, his forehead all stitched up after being busted open, as he stills seems to have a few battle scars on his body. Sum Guy immediately runs up to him.
Sum: I'm Sum Guy and...
Paul snatches the microphone, then kicks Summy aside, glaring at the screen.
Paul: You conniving little bitch... you couldn't do the job yourself, so you whored yourself out and got those Irish Bastards to the deed for ya. Well, you see Malone... O-Fat Arse... you two should never have gotten involved in my business. You should have kept your big noses out, but no, you decide to support the psycho, then ambush me after a hellacious match, when I could barely defend myself.
Podanski glares at the screen, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a bottle of beer, as he chugs it down quickly.
Podanski: Well I gotta admit, at least you had the sanity not to just attack me up front, yeah... you we're probably afraid Muscles Magoo couldn't match up to the Drunken Demon. You know what Coach...
He SMASHES the bottle to smithereens across his forehead, getting a sick little grin on his face.
Paul: You're absolutely right! I don't know what you were thinking messing with one of the toughest guys in this whole damn business, but hey... not my fault if you guys got a death wish. If you want your Celtic Giant to get broken to pieces... who am I to judge? I'll be MORE than glad to break his ugly little face... and yours too if you or any more of your cronies decide to get involved in our match.
Paul tosses the bottle's remains down as he reaches up, wiping blood off his forehead, looking at it, and smiling wide now.
Paul: At Season's Beatings... you're gonna found out WHY I am called the HUGGING DRUNKEN DEMON!!!
Podanski turns, walking away and down the hall, as Sum runs back over.
Sum: I'm Sum Guy and... hey, where'd he go?
Suddenly, Raft Shack just happens to pass, moonwalking right by Sum as he stares on.
Sum: Er... I'm Sum Guy and I wish I could do that as well as them.
Fade to next segment.
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Post by teamireland on Dec 7, 2006 18:43:12 GMT -5
*The camera follows Raft Shack as they continue to Moon Walk down the hall. Suddenly a door flies open, knocking both men down. Coach O'Hare storms into the building with a face like thunder. His Team Ireland cohorts look equally displeased. All four men are soaking wet from the terrible winter weather that rages outside. Don West, microphone in hand catches up to Team Ireland eager to ask a few questions.* West: COACH O'HARE, WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?! NOBODY'S SEEN YOU SINCE YOU ORCHESTRATED THAT ATTACK ON RASKALL & TRUNK IN THE NIGHT-CLUB! YOU CAME RIGHT OUT OF NOWHERE! THAT WAS AMAAAZING! DID YOU SEE SHANE MALONE LIFT RICK RASKALL RIGHT OVER HIS HEAD?! I COULDN'T BELIEVE IT!!! O'Hare:[Wiping Don's spit from his face] We were arrested after we... West: YOU'VE GOTTA BE KIDDING MEEEEEE!!!! O'Hare: For God's sake! Would you ever wait a minute 'til I answer your question?! So anyway, we had to spend the night in jail for what we did. Can you believe that?... Wait. Don't answer. Raskall & Trunk sat up in their precious night-club, in that lovely wee VIP area, never execting that we'd try to attack them there! By now I hope they've learned their lesson. When Team Ireland have a problem with you, you CAN'T turn your back on us! We'll keep coming after you until we're reasonably satisfied that you've learned your lesson. Donnelly: And y'know what really pisses me off? Rick Raskall having this idea that he's such a ladies man. I'll bet I've had more women in a month than he's had in a life-time! McCann:[Playfully punching Aidan on the arm] Well, if you mean in terms of weight, then yeah. You have the edge. All your chicks combined would easily outweigh his. *The other members of Team Ireland laugh at this & even Don West chuckles, 'til Aidan punches him.* West:[on the ground, with a bloody nose] IN THE FAAAAAAAAAACE!!!!!! [Scrambling back to his feet] ANYTHING ELSE YOU WANT TO COMMENT ON?! O'Neill: Yeah. I want to talk about that Frenchy bastard, Mysth! Another newcomer here & I bet he's already being considered for some sort of title shot while the "wee thick paddies" still have to wait & wait & EARN our spots! Well, once I cripple him, he'll realize that he's not cut out for EWT & CERTAINLY not cut out for messing with an Irish lad! West: I BELIEVE THERE'S ANOTHER PERSON YOU MIGHT WANT TO ADDRESS... *Everyone, including West, looks up towards Shane Malone. Malone doesn't say a word & simply cracks his knuckles, which we can see have blood on them* O'Hare: All I want to say to that fella is "Don't mess with Doctor Vivian." *Team Ireland walk off as Don West looks down & helps Raft Shack to their feet.* Faboon: Peanut Tigers? Zeleke: Zebra Orchid. *The two begin to Moon Walk off-screen again.* West:[Looking exasperatedly inot the camera] YOU'VE GOTTA BE KIDDING MEEEEEEEE!!!!!!
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Post by Ass Dan on Dec 9, 2006 1:13:27 GMT -5
*MEANWHILE, BACKSTAGE*
Joe One sits by his locker. Boos from the audience. A bearded man in an outfit similar to One's appears. Joe stands at attention.
One: Sir.
Bearded Man: One.
One: How does BB feel about my efforts to inact the Nine Orders?
Bearded Man: Unhappy. Your ownlife tendencies gives him an ungood bellyfeel. Where are your supporters?
One: Sir, if you wait until the 24th of December, my clan will form.
Bearded Man: One, you are Oceania's hope. There have been many unpeople before you, and your removal will be of no cost.
One: Worry not, Sir. Everything is in order.
Bearded Man: As it should.
The man leaves the room. One sits down again. He grabs a paper and a pencil.
One: Dear Christopher...
*COMMERCIAL BREAK*
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Ratings
Dennis Stamp
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"YAY!"
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Post by Ratings on Dec 9, 2006 10:06:50 GMT -5
EWT ARENA
All eyes are focused in the center of the ring, where Ratings (in his wrestling/entrance attire), Bret Michaels and Sensational Cherry (both casually well dressed) stand while "Keep On Liftin'" plays in the background. The music fades out as Ratings--equipped with a microphone--prepares to address the crowd.
Ratings: "Simpletons of the world, feast your eyes on the greatness that stands before you in the name of Ratings!"
The crowd retort with a long string of boos and insults before Ratings speaks again.
Ratings: "My, aren't we "civilized". You should all know your place and watch your words, especially for tonight. As you can see, I did come not alone this evening, for joining me tonight is a man I'm proud to call my friend, "The Heartbreak Hitman" Bret Michaels!"
The crowd resumes booing as HBH does his usual pose.
Ratings: "Not only has Bret accompanied me tonight, but I am also honored to be joined by the enchanting beauty that is Sensational Cherry!"
A mixture of boos and cat calls are directed towards Cherry while she runs her hand through her long blonde hair and does a small pose.
Ratings: "Minimum wagers of all ages, what you are looking at are the cream of the crop, the best that EWT has to offer. And when you disrespect us, you disrespect Toom E. Dangerously. When you disrespect Toom E. Dangerously, you disrespect EWT. So think before you speak and respect us, understand?"
The crowd continues to boo, though Ratings refuses to let their attitudes bother him and continues.
Ratings: "Now on to matters at hand. I know you all expected a match with me--"The Palm Springs Playboy", "The "It" Athlete", "The Greatest Wrestler of Yesterday, Today and Tomorrow"--taking on... Something... something. What was his name... Samoa Moe? Solomon Joe? Bazooka Joe? I think it was one of those names. Anyways--being the intellect that I am, I decidec to scout my opponent and when I saw him walk down to the ring, I couldn't believe my eyes. When I watched him obliterate his opponent like a lamb to the wolves, I was speechless. It was only until I got into my limo, poured myself a cool drink and left that arena until I could regain my thoughts. And the first words that came out of my mouth were..."
Ratings proceeds to laugh hysterically into the microphone.
Ratings: "I-I'm sorry... but that man was my opponent!? That's the best the "indies" have to offer: "A guy with man t**s!? This isn't some freak show, folks. So you know what I did, I went to Toom E. Dangerously and found a suitable replacement. Don't worry, he's as renowned as my original opponent, and his star will certainly rise after stepping in the ring with me! So without further delay, allow my dear friend, Bret Michaels to introduce TO YOU ALL... my opponent."
Ratings hands Bret Michaels the microphone and discards his entrance gear.
Bret: "Thank you, Ratings. First allow me to introduce to you all the man standing in the ring. He is from Palm Springs, California. He weights 219 pounds. He is "The Palm Springs Playboy" RATINGS!!!"
The crowd boos while Cherry claps in excitement as Ratings poses.
Brett: "Isn't he amazing ladies and gents. Now, his opponent... from the exotic land of... Madagascar. Accompanied to the ring by the sixth generation superstar... SUPER BLUE CROSS #6! He is the master of the two sided ring... SAMOLIAN JOE!!!!"
"Samoan to the Bone" begins to play as SBC6 and Samolian Joe make their down to the ring, high fiving fans along the way. Meanwhile, Ratings, HBH and Cherry seem to having a good laugh inside the ring. As the duo enters the ring, Brett and Cherry give Ratings their best and exit; Blue Cross #6 does the same. Joe and Ratings meet up in the center of the ring, doing a brief staredown. As soon as the ref cues the match to begin, Ratings knocks Joe down with a clothesline. Ratings is quick to raise Joe to his feet and force him into the ring corner. He proceeds to take the boots to him, relentless in his attack before the ref demands a clean break. Afterwards, Ratings drags Joe up to his feet and tosses him out of the ring. Upon being thrown, Joe's feet connect with the middle ring rope, causing him to land dangerously on his head. Super Blue Cross #6 goes to check on him while Cherry stands on the ring apron, distracting the referee with her beauty and charm. This enables Bret Michaels to approach Super Blue Cross #6 from behind, gets his attention and as the masked man in the hospital uniform turns around, he gets floored with SWEET CHIN MUZAK!!! With Super Blue Cross #6 out cold, Bret grabs Samolian Joe by his red Power Ranger mask and tosses him back into the ring as Cherry steps off the ring apron. Even though he could be seriously injured, Samolian Joe crawls to his feet while Ratings rubs his hands together in a eager manner. He performs a backflip towards the top right ring corner and waits for Joe to turn to face his direction. Once he does, Ratings bolts towards him and takes him out with "The Finale". Ratings makes a lukewarm cover as the ref counts the pin attempt.
1... 2... 3.
"Keep On Liftin'" begins to play as Garcya makes the official ruling of the match.
Garcya: "Here is your winner... Ratings!"
Inside the ring, the referee goes to raise Ratings' arm, but Bret and Cherry scold him out of the ring. The two proceed to raise both arms of Ratings, who grins in his usual cocky fashion. While the crowd boos at what they are witnessing, the trio poses inside the ring,
***Cue a Seasons Beatings promo***
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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 Dec 9, 2006 14:58:16 GMT -5
(We see a black screen, then, fading into view is a logo for Buffalo Xtreme Wrestling. Two announcers are sitting at a table and looking at the camera)
Announcer 1: “Hello everybody, and welcome to BXW Television for May 30th, 2004! I’m Rick Jackson!”
Announcer 2: “And I’m Greg Mandley! And tonight, we have perhaps the biggest match in BXW history!”
Rick: “That’s right, Greg! Tonight! BXW Heavyweight Champion, Allen Buxton defends his title against the 7’ 3” 498 lb. “Sky High” Jack Tye!”
Greg: “I cannot wait for that one! But we’re gonna get started right away with our first match! Undefeated at 79-0 in BXW, The Hell Warrior takes on the debuting, uhh,” *looks at notes* “A fellow by the name of Spyke Johannson. And we understand this is his very first wrestling match.”
Rick: “Not only that, but he just turned 17… 3 DAYS AGO! Let’s kick it to the ring!”
Ring Announcer: “The following contest, is scheduled for one fall!”
(“The Beautiful People” by Marilyn Manson hits and a guy about 6 foot 10 inches lumbers towards the ring.)
Ring Announcer: “From the 7th Circle of Hell, weighing in at 317 pounds, and with a record of 79-0, THE HELL WARRIOR!”
(The crowd boos the rather large man. He asks for the ring announcers mic.)
HW: “Boo me all you want! But the power of Satan himself has led me to 79-0! And in two weeks, I’m gonna be bringing the BXW Heavyweight Title back to Hell with me! But I have not even an obstacle in my way, merely a speed bump, if you will. Some jerk named Spyke Johannson wants to make his mark in the wrestling world, by making his debut against me. Spyke, you don’t stand a chance against me and the forces of Hell. I hope you are prepared to finish before you start, because your career starts and ends, TONIGHT! And since this match is nothing to me, I’ll even make it no-DQ! So bring on whatever it is you got, Mr. Johannson!”
(“Funky Cold Medina” by Tone Loc plays as Spyke Johannson bursts out from behind the curtain, pumped full of energy and adrenaline!)
Ring Announcer: “From Stockholm, Sweden, weighing in at 194 lbs and making his professional debut, Spyke Johannson!
(Spyke stops before getting into the ring. He looks under the ring and pulls out a kendo stick! Spyke climbs into the ring and the bell rings!)
HW: “Heh, come on Spykey! *pointing to his chin* Hit me with your best shot! I’m undefeated! Never been knocked out, pinned, anything!”
(Spyke holds out the kendo stick to the side of his body and drops it)
HW: “Heh heh! This’ll be good! THIS ONE’S FOR YOU, SATAN!”
(Suddenly, Spyke uppercuts Hell Warrior! HW goes down in a heap! Spyke leaps up onto the top rope, does a little dance, and flies off with a Shooting Star Press! Spyke with a pin!)
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Ring Announcer: “YOUR WINNER! SPYKE JOHANNSON!”
Rick Jackson: “79-1! 79-1! THE HELL WARRIOR GOES DOWN!”
Greg Mandley: “More importantly, SPYKE WINS!”
Rick Jackson: “Ladies and Gentlemen, in my 15 years in broadcasting, I’ve never seen an upset quite like this!”
Greg Mandley: “You are correct there! Debuting rookie, defeats 79-0 Hell Warrior in 34 SECONDS!”
Rick Jackson: “What an exciting way to kick of this weeks’ BXW TV! We’ll be right back!”
(Spyke is then shown in the ring celebrating his big win, before they fade to commercial. The view then cross-fades into the same shot on a TV screen, which Spyke Johannson is standing next to the TV)
Spyke: *into camera* “That good enough for ya, Crauswell?” (Spyke smirks as we fade to commercial)
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Oak: Certified Jade Hater
Bill S. Preston, Esq.
Edgier than Wayne Brady, Harder than Chinese Arithmetic, and Higher than the ratings for Blade: The Series
TOP ROPE CATCH A VIBE YEAH I SWERVE WHEN I DRIVE
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Post by Oak: Certified Jade Hater on Dec 9, 2006 16:08:27 GMT -5
Bobby Cruiz: The following matchup is a non-title match, scheduled for one fall with a 30 minute time limit!!
"Copa Cabana" hits as Mike Corral comes out to huge cheers form the crowd. Corral raises his arm to more cheers before doing the Colt Cabana strut to the ring, acknowledging the crowd who are going just crazy.
BC: Introducing first, from San Dego, CA, weighing in at 224 lbs., Mike "The Saint" Corral!!
Corral is between the ropes and his face has gone stone cold, his eyes locked on the stage. The lights dim once again as the overture to Europe’s “The Final Countdown” plays. As the drums begin, the crowd rises once more to greet the world’s finest.
BC: His opponent, from Aberdeen, Washington, weighing in at 195 pounds, he is the Ring of Honor World Champion, the ROH Pure Champion, and the Full Impact Pro Heavyweight Champion: American Dragon, Bryan Danielson!
Danielson comes out decked in his Steven Regal gear, carrying the FIP belt over one shoulder, the ROH Pure Title on the other, and the ROH World title around his waist. He enters to a big pop, as the crowd gets pumped for a match they’ve been dying to see. Green Lantern Fan can be seen in the front row, preparing himself for cardiac arrest.
Danielson slides in underneath the bottom rope and gets to his feet to see Corral standing right up into his face. The crowd begin to rumble already as both men are jaw jacking the life and soul out of each other. Corral drives his forehead into Danielson's and both men are locked like two stags. Finally Danielson has enough and shoves Corral out of his face. The American Dragon shakes his head, informing Corral that he won't get bullied out of this one. Corral points his finger in the face of Adams and continues his trask talking. Danielson slaps Corral's hand away! The crowd are expecting the punches to start flying as Danielson tells Corral not to stick his "f***ing finger" in his face. Corral is breathing heavily, he wants to rip Danielson's head clean off his shoulders.....Sack tap from Danielson! Corral grabs his scrotum but an uppercut from Danielson puts him down to the mat! Danielson roars for Corral to get back up and Corral obliges. Corral up but stiff right hands from the ROH Champ drives him back and gets a roar from the crowd. Danielson is like an animal as he keeps cracking his knuckles off the face of Corral, knocking him back gradually into the corner. Corral is trapped between buckle and Danielson, with Danielson upping the pace of his rights to the face of Corral. Danielson drives his knee into the gut of Corral knocking some of the wind out of him. Irish whip from Danielson, but Corral reverses it and sends Danielson crashing back first into the opposite corner. Danielson stumbles out holding his lower back and is met immediately with right hands from Corral. Return to sender and with alot of pepper in them. Corral is answering Danielson with his stiff right hands and Danielson doesn't like the taste. Knee to the gut from Danielson doubles Corral over and the American Dragon drives a forearm down across the back of his neck.
Danielson straightens Corral up but pays as a knife edge chop connects across his chest. Danielson responds with a right hand but Corral comes right back with a knife edge chop to the chest. Danielson holds his chest but again cracks his knuckles across the jaw of Corral.
Crowd: Woooooooooo!!!
And another knife edge chop from Corral answers the right hand. Uppercut from Danielson and Corral stumbles back on his heels. The American Dragon looks to follow up but again a knife edge chop explodes across his solarplex. Danielson drives a forearm across the jaw of Corral. A knife edge chop in response? No this time Danielson follows up again with another forearm to the jaw. Danielson's strength is now coming to the fore as he cracks two more forearms off the jaw of Corral. Rake across the eyes from Corral temporarily blinds Danielson. Corral doesn't think twice about keeping the advantage as he starts to pick up where he left off, reddening the chest of Danielson with some knife edge chops. The American Dragon has been backed off into the ropes. Boot to the gut from Corral and he looks for an Irish whip. Reversed by Danielson who shoots Stallion off the ropes. Clothesline but Corral ducks under it and comes back off the ropes again. Back elbow from Danielson drops Corral. Elbow drop coming but Corral moves and Danielson meets nothing but canvas. Danielson felt the affects of that as he comes up to his feet slowly. Corral waited long enough and runs off the ropes for momentum...... Too long as Danielson leaves his feet and connects with a beautiful high angled dropkick! Cover!
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3........but again Danielson kicks out. Corral hauls Danielson up with a Neck Vice applied and wrenches free, jarring the neck of Danielson. Corral doubles Danielson over with a kick to the gut and runs off the ropes for some momentum. Danielson alive to it with a quick step up.... Snap Fisherman Suplex takes the rushing Corral over!
The American Dragon stands and goes off the ropes. Drop Senton right across the chest of Corral. Danielson stays seated and smiles out at the fans, a quick wink to Green Lantern Fan in the front row. He drags Corral up by the hair before dragging him into a front facelock.
Danielson: Eddie!
Suplex connects. Danielson rolls the hips and brings both himself and Corral back to a vertical base, front facelock still applied. A second rolling Suplex connects and it looks like Bryan Danielson will be going for the Three Amigos in memory of the late great Eddie Gurrero. The third and final Suplex coming. Blocked by Corral who twists out from Danielson's grip. A second shortarm clothesline but Danielson ducks under it and gets behind with a waistlock. Corral throws a few elbows back into the face of Danielson, breaking the grip and getting to the side of him. Russian Leg Sweep plants Danielson on the mat. Corral rolls through to his feet before dropping a quick knee down onto the face of Corral.
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.........And Corral kicks out. The American Dragon hauls Corral back to his feet, keeping him honest with a few forearm shots to the face. Irish whip into the corner but Corral blocks his collision with a foot on the second turnbuckle. Danielson rushes in but a back elbow from Corral knocks a little sense out of him. Danielson stumbles back, his hand to his jaw. Corral leaps to the top rope, his back to the ring. Danielson strikes immediately, shoving Corral from the top rope face first across the steel guardrail!
"E-Dubya-Tee" chants fill the arena as Bryan Danielson leans against the turnbuckle and looks out at the still prone Corral. Danielson climbs out onto the apron and sits in wait, Corral's hand has now reached up and grips the top of the guardrail. Though his head must definitely be ringing, Corral begins dragging himself to his feet. Danielson is motioning for the fans behind the barrier closest to Corral to start to move as Corral begins to turn. Danielson takes a quick run up and dives........Corral moves but Danielson blocks himself before his face collides with the steel ala Corral a while ago. The American Dragon turns in time to drive a boot into the gut of Corral. "Holy S***" time............ Standing Belly to Belly Suplex takes Corral over the guardrail and crashing down onto steel chairs and concrete!
The crowd are stomping, split between the "E-Dubya-Tee" chant and calls of "Holy S***." Whatever structure these two had established was thrown out the window as soon as Corral connected with steel and concrete. Danielson steps over the guardrail and looks down at the broken body of his opponent. Corral has rolled over onto his gut, his face pressed down onto the concrete. Danielson drags him up to his feet and has to support the full weight of Corral, Ray Ramsey's calling for them to take it back from out of the crowd. Danielson heads for the guardrail, bringing Corral with him........Snap Back Suplex out of nowhere from Corral plants Dnaielson on the concrete! A roar goes up from the crowd as they stop in unison. Both men are out as Corral just reaches down to his boots to pull that one off. Ramsey steps over the guardrail to examine both men. Danielson arches his back, his face contorted in pain. Corral rolls away from Danielson and grips onto a fans pants, trying to drag himself to his feet.
Danielson has rolled onto his hands and knees and starts the agonizing process of standing. The fan whos pants are being used as a ladder is now helping Corral up, the KPW "Saint" t-shirt he wears obviously gives away his support in this match. He is screaming at Corral to "beat Danielson's ass" but despite his aid Danielson is up that little bit faster. Corral turns like a punch drunk fool as Danielson charges. Clothesline........Corral moves but his Number One Fan isn't so lucky as his head is damn taken clean off with the force of the clothesline! The crowd let out a roar as Danielson turns, checks the fan in a genuine show of concern. Forget concern as Corral is on Danielson in a second with brutal right hands. Danielson is a like a deer caught in the headlights as Corral whails on him with educated rights. Corral pulls back and connects with a solid right hand that sends Danielson stumbling back further into the crowd, down the aisle. The fans are on their feet and their roars are telling you that they are loving this in your face action. Danielson turns helplessly as Corral follows up once again with right hands to the face, hatred spilling out of him with each sweet connection. Danielson with a quick knee to the gut to releave the assault before he rams Corral's skull into the fourth step on the bleachers. The fans sitting that little bit higher then the rest are now getting excited as Corral takes that unintentional step up onto the stairs. Danielson turns him and connects with a right hand. Corral stumbles up a few more steps, with Danielson in hot pursuit. Danielson looks to keep on Corral but a boot to the gut from the slightly elevated Corral slows him down. Corral rears back and drives his boot down across the face of Danielson! AmDrag felt that one as his body goes limp and he nearly tumbles down the stairs. Again the San Diego native rears back and drives his boot into the face of Danielson. Danielson is back on his heels, he nearly tumbled that time. Corral rears back again.....Danielson drives the top of his head Zidane style into the nether regions of Corral! The groan from the crowd says it all but Danielson immediately forces his head between Corral's legs. Back body toss lands Stallion hard on the wooden steps! Well, I can't see any tears. Anyway, Danielson puts his left hand on his knee as he touches the back of his head with the right. Only now is a noticeable that Danielson has blood on the back of his head. He must have busted the back of his head open when he took that Back Suplex on the concrete. Danielson shakes off the pain and looks to bring Corral back to his feet. The American Dragon guides Corral down the stairs and begins the process of leading him through the crowd.
Crowd: "Let's go AmDrag!!" "Come on Corral, suck it up!"
The fans are divided but it would appear that it is 60-40 in favor of Danielson. The two men come closer to the guardrail, the relief on the face of Ray Ramsey is evident. Corral catches Danielson unaware with a thumb to the eye. He turns him quickly and rams the back of Danielson's head into the guardrail with tremendous force. Owwwwwwwww, we all felt that, and it doesn't help that Danielson has already suffered a head injury. Danielson's eyes glaze over slightly as Stallion heads back up the aisle, Adams propped up against the railing in a seated position.
Corral: THIS IS FOR HOMICIDE!!!
Crowd: Ole! Ole Ole Ole! Ole.........
Ole Kick drives Danielson's head back into the guardrail! The fans are still on their feet but now they begin to chant 'Joe' repeatedly in unison. Corral leans against the guardrail himself and breathes in air with great difficulty. He straightens up and looks back at the crowd with a smile. Corral brings the near lifeless Bryan Danielson to his feet and throws him over the guardrail back to ringside. Corral climbs over the guardrail and starts to talk smack down on the fallen Bryan Danielson. These two men legitimately despise each other, or maybe Corral's just jealous of Danielson. He hauls Danielson up before slamming his face down across the announce table.
Corral: You want some more!?
Whether he does or not Danielson has his face driven down onto the wood again.
Corral: Get the f*** out of there!
Corral motions to to Spanish announcers, who quickly oblige and run as if it's the running of the bulls.
Corral starts to strip off the announce table, and Bryan Danielson is in no fit state to put up a protest. Corral rolls Danielson up onto the announce table and climbs up himself. He stands and brings Danielson up with him, setting him up for the Dagger Bomb. My God, Corral is going drive Danielson through the wood with his finisher. No, quick forearm to the back by Danielson stops Corral in his tracks. Modified Bulldog off the announce table lands Corral face first onto the matting!
Both men are down and Ray Ramsey's ticker is doing overtime. Danielson drags himself up and brings Corral with him. He rolls Corral back into the ring but takes a few moments on the outside to regain his strength some bit. Danielson slides back in under the bottom rope and signals for the end. Danielson stands and starts to stalk the prone body of the Corral, waiting for the oppertunity to strike. Corral grips the bottom rope first before starting the hard climb to a vertical base. All the while Bryan Danielson stays coiled and ready like a rattlesnake...... sorry WWE. Corral hangs onto the top rope and just about keeps himself steady. He stumbles backwards and Danielson steps back a little bit so as not as to give away his advantage. The slow turn and Danielson is set to pounce. Dagger Bomb!! Blocked by Corral who just as quickly turns Danielson around. Dagger Bomb on Danielson!! The shocked pop is deafening as Bryan Danielson eats his own finishing maneuver. He drapes an arm across the chest of Danielson as the crowd count it with the referee...
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..... No! Danielson kicked out with nothing a centimeter left before the three. The crowd thought that was it, Corral thought that was it and the look of relief on the face of Bryan Danielson tells you that he thought he had kicked out too little, too late. Corral holds his face in his hands before he starts to rise with difficulty. Corral is up to a vertical base but he almost falls back to the mat. He grabs his necklace and kisses it before pointing to the skies. Corral stumbles into the corner and starts to climb. He is to the top rope and gives that necklace one more kiss. Swanton Bomb!!!
Danielson rolls out of the way but Corral manages to roll before connecting with the mat and spings back up to his feet. Danielson up but Corral charges him immediately......T-Bone Suplex connects! Danielson quickly rolls over onto Corral, hooking the leg.
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Thre....................Corral kicks out! Ooooohh, the crowd thought Danielson had it with his T-Bone. Both men breath heavily as they attempt to fight through the pain which racks both their bodies. Danielson grounds his foot before he starts to stand again. He grips Corral by the hair and begins to drag him up to his feet. Corral swats Danielson's hands away and connects with a Split-Legged Jawbreaker. Danielson falls back against the ropes and stumbles back into a boot to the gut. Corral grabs Danielson and hoists him on his shoulders. Colt .45 .........No, Corral doesn't bring him the full way and flips Danielson around before hitting an X-Factor! Everyone in their arena felt that as Danielson's skull just bounced off that canvas. Corral doesn't make the cover but instead crawls to the corner, gripping the second turnbuckle in order to pull himself up to his feet. Corral heads for the top rope, this time he doesnt take the risk of kissing that lucky necklace which almost let him crash and burn the last time. Corral takes to the skies.......Swanton Bomb connects! Corral with the cover.......
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Bryan Danielson kicks out! Can you believe this man!? The crowd blows the roof off the arena and Corral cannot understand just how in the hell Bryan Danielson is still in this thing. He screams three at Ramseys but the referee shows the two. The crowd are chanting for both these competitors, but the "Lets Go AmDrag" chants are definetely louder. Corral looks out in the crowd for some cheers, but the Danielson fans are chanting louder. Although fans still cheer for him it is painfully obvious that the American Dragon has the lions share of the pops. Corral holds his necklace by his side and stares out at the crowd, Danielson is beginning to rise behind him. Corral looks down at the necklace in his hand and back up at the crowd. Corral turns around and just barely avoids a right hand from Danielson. Danielson turns around quickly and.....Clothesline!! No, Danielson ducks, but the ref isn't so lucky. Corral turns around and blocks a punch before hitting a Shining Enzuigiri. Corral gets up expecting cheers, but only gets boos from the Danielson fans.
Corral slides out of the ring and gets up in Green Lantern Fan's face, arguing with him about the clothesline on the ref. Corral slaps Green Lantern Fan in the face before getting in the ring and grabbing Danielson by the hair. Corral punches Danielson right in the face before turning to Green Lantern Fan again. Corral yells a loud "F*** YOU!" before chopping Danielson across the chest. Corral turns back to Green Lantern Fan and yells "Cheer for your Dragon!!" before going for a punch......Danielson ducks and grabs Corral in a chicken wing. Tiger Suplex.....no! Danielson turns Corral in mid-air and forces him down face first into the mat before.........CATTLE MUTILATION!!! The Cattle Mutilation is locked in!! The fans are going crazy right now, some cheering for AmDrag and some cheering for Corral to break the hold. Corral starts inching over to the ropes, his left foot getting closer and closer. Danielson pulls harder, causing Corral to scream in pain. Corral is so close now, his foot a centimeter away......CORRAL TAPS!!! Corral taps to the Cattle Mutilation!! The fans are cheering right now as Danielson let's go of the hold, his arm raised in victory. Unfortunately, the ref is still out from the clothesline. Danielson goes to the ref and starts shaking him, trying to get him to wake up. What Danielson fails to realize is that Corral is getting up, using the ropes for support. Danielson turns around, and gets kicked in the gut before Corral hits the Cataract!! Corral is nearly dead from exhaustion but manages to get the hand over Danielson as the ref comes to.
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-----Ding Ding Ding!-----
BC: Here is your winner, Mike "The Saint" Corral!!
"Copa Cabana" hits as Ray Ramsey raises the fallen Corral's hand in victory. Corral manages to get up with Ramsey's help as the fans applaud this great match. Danielson gets up as well, and finds Corral staring at him. Danielson prepares himself for a fight, but Corral just offers his hand. Corral just says "The Code" ad keeps his hand stuck out. Danielson doesn't even hesitate before grabbing it to more cheers. Danielson applauds Corral on a great match before we fade to a commercial.
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The Line
Patti Mayonnaise
Real Name: Bumkiss. Stanley Bumkiss.
Peanut Butter & JAAAAAMMMM!
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Post by The Line on Dec 10, 2006 12:36:26 GMT -5
The following is Andy Duke's Journey to Hell Part. II.
Location: Just Outside Chewelah, Wa
(The Scene starts with Andy Duke driving and the camera man riding shotgun.)Andy Duke: I've got something to show you. Not because its cool or anything, or because I want the sympathy, but because I need to do it. If this camera weren't here, I'd be doing the same thing. Let me give you a little backstory here. Late March 2006. I was in the process of doing a play, and it was before one of the final rehearsals. My best friend since the 7th grade comes enters. I think he's just here to hang out. Then I see he's got other people with him, and I see the expression on his face. Its not his usual Happy-go-lucky expression. No, today, he's all business. I ask whats up, and he says maybe we should go outside, but before we do, he goes and gets a few more people who were doing the play with me. Then he tells me the news that no-one ever wants to hear. "Andy, Shelby Friend died". And that hit me like a ton of bricks. (The car stops, and Andy gets out, obviously in a cemetary. He starts walking to a specific grave. Obviously he's been here before.)AD: Not just because of how good a friend she was, but because it had been just a little over year since my father's passing. But Shelby had been one of my best friends. Her parents were some of the first people my parents met when they moved here to Chewelah. Shelby was one of my sisters best friends from the time she was five until the time she was nineteen. I'd known her all my life. Her dad is my cross-country and track coach. She was my prom date to my first prom. Arguably, this was the worst loss in my life, save for maybe my fahter, maybe. I haven't been the same since this. It changed my life. I didn't go to the next prom, in honor of her. Because of this, I maybe lost what could have been the only chance with the girl who I love, but thats another story for another time. What this has taught me, is that despite everything in life, even death, life does go on. Shelby's family and friends, maybe even me, are some of the strongest people I know. If I can channel some of this stregnth, no one stands a chance with me,especially you three at Season's Beatings. (long pause as Andy touche's Shelby's headstone and a single tear runs down his face. He looks into the distance, and wipes the tear away.)AD:Come on, I've got a couple more places to show you, hopefully before the sun sets. (Andy and the Camera Man get back into the car, and drive away.)TO BE CONTINUED...
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Post by crauswell on Dec 11, 2006 15:53:33 GMT -5
As we return from commercial, we see Sum Guy, standing like a total idiot, with the Ox Division Champion Crauswell, who doesn't really seem to care to be here right now.
Sum: I'm Sum Guy and one time I got lost on a bridge! I'm here with the current EWT Ox Division Champion, the furry himself... Crauswell!
Crauswell glances over at Sum, not appearing amused by this description of himself, as he quickly turns back, looking towards the screen, the Ox Division title draped across the shoulder of his gryphon suit.
Sum: So, it seems that alot of people lately are all gunning for that Ox Division belt now. This past week, Cassinova almost beat you before it, then Spyke Johanson decided he wanted a shot at it as well... and now, Toomi himself has booked you at Season's Beatings against the very man you beat for that belt, Rock Lee! You've gotta be feeling some pressure huh?
Crauswell turns slowly, snatching the microphone swiftly out of Sum's grip, as he looks down on him.
Crauswell: I know about all of these challenges, I know about everyone that wants to try and dethrone me, and I also know that each and every last one of them is going to fail. You see, I didn't obliterate everyone one in my path to get a shot at this belt, just for someone to get a fluke victory and declare that they deserve the belt.
He looks down at his title, rubbing over the plate of it a bit with his palm.
Crauswell: Cassinova, I faced him this past week like you said. It seems that both he and that Chad Micheals or whoever that fool are both booked for a chance at my belt, in a ladder match no less. I don't see any threat from either one of them to myself, so I have absolutely no problem crushing their spines in quick order to defend my belt.
The furry strokes under his chin a bit now.
Crauswell: Then we have Spyke Johanson, who thinks he can prove to me how much he deserves a shot by showing home movies of himself. If you thought that piece of film is going to convince me that you deserve a shot at this trophy of mine... you're more deluded than I thought. Still though, you did have the guts to TRY and prove to me how much you deserve this, but you're gonna have to do FAR batter than that to catch my attention. Besides, you have a Toolshed Title match to worry about at this upcoming Pay Per View, so I suggest you forget about my title and go after one that you might have a chance of winning.
Crauswell spreads his wings now, looking up at the ceiling for a bit
Sum: And what about Rock Lee...
Crauswell: I didn't forget him at all. First off, I'm impressed. It takes a very determined creature to be able to recover so quickly from that assault. But you really just stuck your foot back in the grave by challenging me again. You saw what I did last time, this time... when we meet in that squared circle, you'll be lucky to even be in one piece minutes into that match! Lee, I am determined to show each and every one of these furry bashing idiots just how skilled in the ring we can be... and if that means grinding your skull into the canvas and painting a masterpiece with your blood, then I have absolutely no regrets doing it. At Season's Beatings... I WILL REMAIN OX DIVISION CHAMPION... and YOU WILL BE DEVOURED!!! In fact, each and every last one of my challengers will be gulped down as soon as they set foot in my presence! BECAUSE I AM THE BEST DAMN CHAMPION IN THIS ENTIRE COMPANY... AND I AM GOING TO PROVE IT!
Crauswell glares right into the camera, now breathing heavily, as a bit of sweat appears to be soaking on his costume head, as he proudly holds the Ox Division Title in front of the camera, for all to see
Fade to commercial
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Post by SsnakeBite, the No1 Frenchman on Dec 11, 2006 16:35:34 GMT -5
*We' re now in the arena, and we can see Mysth standing in the middle of the ring, holding a microphone, obviously about to make an announcement.* Mysth : Hey everyone ! As you' ve seen, a worthless piece of garbage started to believe he was the next big thing and attacked me, for some reason... Well, I' d like to remind everyone of us a few things about this guy and his... "team"... First, you probably noticed that we almost never see him... not like I' m going to complain about this, but this brings us to two conclusions : I never see his name on the weekly board, so, even our beloved Toomi, who' s supposed to show everyone, and give us all a chance every week, doesn' t want to see him spoiling the show... also, do you see him do a lot of things with his team ? Hell nah ! I mean, in the very best cases, he can do useless dirty work, but most of the time... even these drunken morons don' t want him to bother them during their little backstabbings... Second... just look at this ! It' s so rare that this worthless team wins something, even by cheating, that they get drunk like there' s no tomorrow when they actually manage to get a victory... remember... *The Toomitron starts displaying a video of Team Ireland' s... "celebration" when they became Tag-Team champs...* Mysth : Sad, isn' t it ? And now, Liam O' Neill, the worst member of this worthless team wants me to believe he can teach me how things are going ?? CAN YOU ONLY BELIEVE THAT ?? He says "I' m not cut out for messing with an Irish lad", well listen to me very carefully, Liam ! If it comes to the pro wrestling pedigree of a country, I higly doubt Ireland has anything to say to French dudes, because... *Mysth points at the Toomitron which lights up for the second time, showing... * Mysth : That' s the kind of athlete France already gave to the world of pro wrestling. And I' m the living proof that French skills cover every type of wrestling, as I am the technician who' s gonna show you that we can do ANYTHING when it comes to wrestling. So please, Liam, don' t try to impress me with... *Mysth can' t finish his sentence, he' s stopped by the famous rocked up version of "Amhrán na bhFiann" and, as we could expect, Liam O' Neill appears under the Toomitron, holdin a microphone." O' Neill : Now that' s a pretty big talk, you made here, frog ! Yeah, a very big one... CONSIDERING YOU STILL HAVEN' T DEFEATED ANY EWT WRESTLER ! *Mysth looks confused.* O' Neill : Let me refresh things : if your brains are efficient enough, you might remember that the piece of garbage newcomer standing in the middle of the ring had three matches for now, and yes, he won two of them... two matches... versus WWE wrestlers ! Does it come back to your minds, now ? This guy only had ONE match against an EWT wrestler, and he wasn' t able to win this single match. You got beat like the worthless beginner you are in that Last Man Standing match ! Mysth : Oh yeah ! You mean that one I had after New Era backstabbed me and I still had bruises when it started ? The one which was far from being an easy victory for Chad Ocean ? That one that made me face someone I was "testing" as noone had fighted him yet, and therefore noone knew what to expect ? That match after which I was still in a good enough shape to come back right after it ?? Yeah, it' s true that I lacked luck, but Liam, after being throwed on the turnbuckle through a table like I' ve been, YOU wouldn' t have been able to stand ever again, you couldn' t have done the half of what I did that night, you would be DEAD, Liam ! DEAD ! O' Neill : Yeah well for now, my "worthless" team is Tag-Team champ and I' m still waiting to see you doing something else than jobbing to a midcarder ! See you in the ring ! *Liam O' Neill leaves the arena and as "Amhrán na bhFiann" hits again, Mysth whispers something we can' t hear, but which looks a lot like a "sooner than you think."*
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Post by Virus aka Captain No-Nuts on Dec 11, 2006 21:21:46 GMT -5
EWT.com NEWSBREAK!
The newest EWT superstars, the team of the Tribunal, were severely injured in a plane crash earlier this week. Their return to the ring, if it ever occurs, will not be for a very long time.
(We fade back to the EWT arena to find Brother Runt waiting in the middle of the ring as "Heaven's a Lie" blares over the PA system.)
JR: Even though you hate to see two careers ended in a freak accident such as the plane crash that crippled the Tribunal for the time being, Virus may certaintly have reason to be happy today, King!
King: Are you kidding me? He doesn't have to keep looking over his back for a couple of delusional stalkers! Of course he's happy!
(Virus looks a little relieved, but not too much different as he makes his way to the ring to little fanfare.)
DING DING DING!
Virus and Brother Runt grapple, and Virus launches a few knees to the stomach, then immediately lifts Brother Runt into the stalling brainbuster position! Virus spins around a few times, then NAILS the INFECTION!
1! 2! 3!
(Virus doesn't waste any time absconding from the ring as Heaven's a Lie begins to play.)
JR: What the hell? Does Virus have a plane to catch or something?
King: I don't know, JR, but good lord that was a hell of an Infection!
(The crowd buzzes in confusion as we fade to commercial.)
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Post by paulpodanski on Dec 12, 2006 15:37:39 GMT -5
Man in the Box can be heard as Tommy Dreamer is seen heading down to the ring, receiving a very nice reaction from the crowd, as he quickly rolls into the ring, getting himself pumped up as we return from commercial, himself pacing around the ring and preparing himself, waiting for his opponent.
He doesn't wait long as Bodies starts up, the crowd giving a huge pop as his opponent struts out from backstage, a bandaged up forehead, but otherwise, he feels absolutely fine as he points out to the crowd, before heading down the rampway, heading towards the ring.
Announcer: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Approaching the ring, from Birmingham Alabama, weighing in at 300 pounds, The Drunken Demon, Paul Podanski!!!
Paul hops onto the ring apron, slinging off his jacket and lobbing it out into the crowd, before entering the ring, soaking up the crowd reaction a bit.
Announcer: And currently in the ring, from Yonkers New York, weighing in at 260 pounds, Tommy Dreamer!
Dreamer glances around the arena, giving a nice wave to everybody. The two head out to the center of the ring, giving each other a quick handshake, when suddenly just as the bell rings, they're cut off by Sunshine and Lollipops, as Dr. Vivian Anemone walks out, smiling and waving over to Paul, as she heads closer over to the ring, sitting down and waving innocently on the steel ramp. Paul immediately turns his attention, glaring over a bit, when suddenly Dreamers rolls him up with a School Boy! 1....2...
Paul kicks out, as Dreamer gets quickly back to his feet, assaulting a rising Paul with a quick series of forearms, before whipping him off into the ropes, catching him as he comes back with a dropkick. Paul goes down, quickly getting back to his feet, Tommy following up with some knife edge chops, then grabbing his opponent and taking him down with a quick swinging neckbreaker. He gets back to his feet, apparently hoping to take advantage and get a win over Podanski. He waits for Paul to rise back up, leveling him with a basement dropkick to the face, putting him back down, going for another cover. 1.....2
Paul quickly throws Tommy off, getting back to his feet, as he glares back out towards Vivian on the rampway. He shifts his attention back to Tommy, who is quickly back up, charging for a Clothesline, which Paul quickly ducks, countering with a quick series of jabs, rocking Dreamer, then whipping him off the ropes himself, catching him with a Snap Powerslam. He gets back up, dropping a series of quick leg drops across the throat of Dreamer, before getting back up. Dreamer stumbles back to his feet, right into a knee to the Stomach, sending him hunched over. Paul delivers a few quick clubs to the back, lifting him up high, driving him down into the knee for a backbreaker. Dreamer rolls off of Paul, who immediately mounts him, pummeling him with some swift fists, before getting back off of him and taunting Anemone a bit, running off the ropes, then catching a rising Dreamer with a huge Yakuza Kick, dropping him quickly. He then runs off the ropes, coming down atop a fallen Dreamer with a Senton Splash, Tommy yelping out in pain, clutching slightly at the area as Paul rolls off. He lifts Dreamer back up, scooping him up and driving him into the mat with an Oklahoma Slam! He goes for a cover. 1....2..
Tommy manages to kick out. Paul rises back to his feet, still a bit unfocused, lifting Dreamer back to his feet, only to get a quick kick to the stomach, as Dreamer tries to mount another offense, hitting him more forearms, rocking Paul, quickly going behind and driving him down with a Reverse DDT! He gets back to his feet quickly, dropping a jumping elbow on Paul, before quickly rising back up, Podanski quickly rising back to his feet, as Tommy grabs him, hitting a Vertical Suplex, with a bit of difficulty. he groans, clutching the back again, but seems to be fine otherwise. He charges, nailing a running stomp to the neck area of Paul, as he stop himself, dropping down and clinching on a Cobra Clutch now, now wrenching and applying pressure on that already sore neck. Paul groans, quickly trying to escape the hold, as Dreamer keeps it clinched on. Just when it seems Paul might be able to break out, Dreamer deliberately breaks the hold, delivering a nasty kick to the back of the neck, before locking the move on once again. Paul continues to struggle, trying to stay conscious, but Dreamer not at all making things easy. He continues to wrench at the neck, but Paul refuses to give in, eventually starting to rise up, Dreamer desperately clinging onto his opponent's back. Paul then simply falls back, flattening Dreamer and breaking the hold! Podanski then rolls off, struggling back to his feet, nursing the neck a bit, as Dreamer soon follows, grabbing Paul and going for the Spicolli Driver, but Paul drops down behind, blocking and shoving Dreamer away, Tommy using the momentum to run off the ropes, charging at Paul for a Clothesline, which he sidesteps, Dreamer trying again, only to get cut off by a Lariat! Dreamer goes down hard, as Paul starts looking pumped now, waiting for Dreamer to rise back up, as he hits some alternating jabs, left and right, before winding up and hitting Dreamer with a hell of a haymaker, rocking back into the ropes, as he stumbles back forward, right into a Spinebster from Paul! He then gets back up, rolling Dreamer over, dropping a few knees into the back area, before once again getting up, Tommy following, getting hit with a Manhattan Drop as he rises up. Paul runs off the ropes, coming back with a jumping Shoulder Tackle, leveling Dreamer, as he quickly rises back up, signaling to the crowd, as he yanks Dreamer up into the air, holding him up there for at least a few seconds, before dropping him with the Appauler. He grins, watching Dreamer, who somehow rises back up, kicking him and hoisting him up for the Paulerbomb! 1...2....3...4...5 spin today as he plants Tommy into the mat, immediately going for the cover. 1....2....
3.
Paul wins.
Announcer: Here is your winner... Paul Podanski!
Paul gets back to his feet, clutching slightly at his neck, as Vivian is seen innocently clapping for Podanski, before she quickly heads off backstage, without a single word. Paul holds a hand over his face as he exits the ring without celebrating, obviously not in the mood.
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Post by HMARK Center on Dec 12, 2006 16:08:47 GMT -5
<cameras catch the but end of a conversation between HMark and Moxie, who are unaware they're being filmed>
Moxie: But I want their heads!
HMark: It's going...to be...a wrestling match. We take them out that way. Clear?
Moxie: ...Understood.
HMark: Good. Back to the gym.
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Post by Oceanic on Dec 12, 2006 18:38:46 GMT -5
As we fade from the last segment Lita is already in the ring being introduced by the Fink. Whatever her theme is (I haven't been paying attention to RAW) dies out and the lights go down. "From Sinking" blares over the loudspeaker as blue lights shine on the entry ramp. Oceanic walks out from the back and stops to look over the crowd then calmly walks to the ring. She enters and stands in the corner, glaring at Lita. Half the fans start a "Welcome back!" chant while the other half don't know what to make of her lately. The bell rings and the match begins.
Lita steps to the center of the ring and motions for Oceanic to meet her. Oceanic slowly walks towards Lita while sizing her up. Lita extends her hand for a hand shake and Oceanic looks at it for a moment, possibly contemplating whether to shake it or not. Suddenly, without warning, Oceanic clobbers Lita in the head with a round house kick that sends her down to the mat in a heap. The crowd quickly turns and boos Oceanic as she stomps away on Lita's head. Oceanic lays Lita out with a sit out front suplex and turns her over onto her back, then hits her with the Lionsault/Double leg drop combo. Oceanic sends Lita into the turnbuckles and runs at her full blast, nailing Lita in the face with a Knee Bazooka. Lita slumps down to the mat but Oceanic drags her out by the hair and puts her in a front face lock. She looks out to the crowd and listens to the boos before planting Lita with a DDT dead center of the ring. She then climbs up to the top rope and stops to look out to the crowd again before leaping off and crushing Lita with the Superfly Splash. She then places her shin across Lita's face for the three count.
The bell sounds and the ref raises Oceanic's hand in victory as she looks over the jeering crowd. She asks for the microphone to address everyone.
"Like I said before, I don't want to be involved with the GND division any more. With the exception of Rosa, who I still have respect for, the whole lot is dead to me now. That goes for Chrysta, Anenome, Clown Girl, (points at Lita) and this dumb ho right here. I didn't come back play patty cake with the all the other "divas" or "vixens" or whatever they're called. I came back to prove that I'm just as good, or in most cases better, than the men of the EWT, not to jiggle my ass for a crowd full of drooling frat boys."
Oceanic stops talking as the crowd boos her. Unfazed, she continues.
"What do you people think I was doing while I was gone? Getting my hair done? Laying on the beach all day working on my tan line? Just so I could come back here and be objectified? Screw that! I was in Japan, training my ass off, learning new ways to break an elbow or dislocate a jaw! I was in Canada, making men three times my size scream like little bitches and tap out! I was in Mexico, using some guy's head as a trampoline! Do you think I'm going to waste all of that hard work to wriggle around in front of you letches? Hell no!"
(More boos come her way but she continues.)
"Which brings me to the boys. They're probably watching this backstage and laughing to themselves, making jokes, slapping each other on the back, saying that I'd be of better use mopping up the kitchen or making a pie. Go ahead, boys. I don't mind. Get it out of your system. Make all of your jokes now. Because after you face me in the ring it will be hard to laugh with a crushed larynx. And don't think I haven't forgotten about Mike Ragnal. I'll admit that in the past we've treated each other with the utmost respect, but now he's got something that I want. The Tri State Title. Mike, if you're the tough guy that everyone makes you out to be, why don't you put the belt on the line against me. What do you got to lose? Just your belt, man. Just your belt."
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Indigocrates
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I got bored. Decided to become a philosopher. Just 'cause.
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Post by Indigocrates on Dec 12, 2006 19:07:32 GMT -5
*backstage, we see Chris Indigo sitting in his lockerooom reading a letter*
Chris: *while reading the letter* "Dobulethink? Thoughtcrime? What the hell is this? It's like something a first grader cobbled together so mommy and daddy wouldn't beat him for getting a failing mark in english. Sincerely, Joe One. I thought the man was kind of slow, but this crap proves he's slower than dial-up internet!"
*crumples up the letter and throws it away*
Chris: "Good lord, how do some of these idiots manage to breathe?"
*The camera then cuts to the outside, where Joe One is watching Chris through a key hole. Joe gets up, nods as though he's saying, "Alright, looks like he wants to do this the hard way" as we fade out*
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Post by Mystery on Dec 13, 2006 2:55:13 GMT -5
*A dark corner of a room. The only light comes from a tv screen. The background noise appears to be a child's birthday party. Mystery sits, alone...holding her friend Raggedy Anne.*
How could he do this to me? How could Toom E do this to me again?
I hate clowns. I hate clowns. They hurt me. The clowns hurt me as a child.
All I wanted to do was hurt people. But now he hurts me. He teams me with her. With...that clown. Over & over & over again.
And he wants me in the ring with her. For that belt. That shiny, golden belt.
I don't want it. I don't want any of this. I didn't ask for this. I didn't ask for any of this.
I'm not supposed to be hurt. They're supposed to be hurt. They're supposed to be hurt by me.
So cold. So cold. What to do? What can I do?
Maybe he can help me. Do you think Raggedy Anne? Do you think he could help me?
What would he do?
What would Brian Boitano do if he was here right now He'd make a plan and he'd follow through, that's what Brian Boitano'd do When Brian Boitano was in the olympics, skatin' for the gold He did two sowchows and a triple lutz while wearing a blindfold When Brian Boitano was in the alps, fighting grizzly bears He used his magical fire breath and saved the maiden's fair
So what would Brian Boitano do if were here today I'm sure he'd kick an ass or two, that's what Brian Boitano'd do
*The camera pans to the tv, where we see a clown tormenting a little girl as we fade to commercial.*
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