The Line
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Post by The Line on Dec 22, 2006 9:36:02 GMT -5
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Post by tacotim on Dec 22, 2006 19:52:36 GMT -5
*We come back from commercial to find "Creepshow" Cletus Quinn and Chad Michaels already in the ring. The two men shake hands, and the bell rings to signal the start of the match. Quinn and Michaels circle around one another, before locking up. The two jockey for position, before Cletus backs Chad into the corner. The ref asks for a clean break, and Cletus gives one.
Michaels steps out of the corner, and the two men lock up once more. They circle one another while locked up. Finally, Cletus hits an armdrag. Both men get to their feet, Chad charges in, Cletus attempts a hiptoss. Chad counters into a hiptoss of his own. Chad follows Cletus, who trips him and covers, getting only a two count. Cletus gets up, Michaels trips and goes for a cover again. Another two count. Both men get to their feet, in a standoff, and the crowd shows respect for both men.
The two superstars circle around once again. They lock up once again. This time, Chad backs Cletus into the corner. Chad breaks the tie-up and chops Cletus a few times in the chest. Chad whips Cletus into the opposite corner and follows him into the corner. Cletus runs up the turnbuckles, however, and backflips over Michaels, landing on his feet. Chad turns around, Cletus hits a deep armdrag. Cletus locks in a sideheadlock on the mat. Chad gets up to his feet and pushes Cletus off, into the ropes. Cletus comes back and uses the momentum to whip Chad into the ropes. Quinn goes for a clothesline, Chad ducks and grabs Cletus's arm, pulling Cletus in and pulling him up onto the shoulders (Death Valley Driver-style). Cletus hits some elbows to the face of Michaels and slips off the shoulders. Cletus dropkicks Chad into the corner. As Chad stumbles out of the corner, Cletus schoolboys him, but only gets 2.
JR: Bah gawd, this is not about a title match or anything, folks. These two just wanna find out who's the better man!
Tazz: No doubt, Cole-
JR: I'm JR, bah gawd.
Tazz: No doubt, Cole, but in the back of his mind, you know Michaels is thinkin' about the rocketbuster he's gonna have against Casinova!
*Cletus runs the ropes and attempts a lariat, but Chad rolls under. Chad attempts a monkey flip on Cletus, but Cletus lands on his feet and runs the ropes. Chad gets up just in time for Cletus to nail a swinging neckbreaker! Cletus covers Chad...
One... Two... T-kickout! Cletus pulls Chad up and attempts a Last Suplex on the Left. Chad puts the breaks on, however. Chad attempts a suplex of his own. This time, Cletus uses a few knee strikes to the head to break free. He then shoves Chad away, causing him to collide with the referee! Chad doesn't even think about it, as he charges in after Cletus, nailing a big Lariat from Heaven! Cletus is flipped inside out before rolling to the outside.
Before being able to get to the outside to capitalize, Chad is attacked from behind by Cassinova with a steel chair! Cassinova drops the chair onto the mat, and nails a neckbreaker onto the chair! Cletus shows signs of life, rolling into the ring. He has no idea what's going on. Mike Corral comes charging in through the audience with a steel chair of his own, clobbering Cassinova. He then turns to Cletus and clobbers him with the chair, thinking Cletus and Cassinova are in cahoots. At this point, the ref has been revived, and he's calling for the bell. The match is a no-contest. Corral smacks Cassinova with the chair a second time, sending Cassinova out of the ring and out through the crowd. Corral then goes back to Cletus Quinn. Suddenly, a young athletic black man slides into the ring and charges in at Corral, tackling him to the ground and punching him in the face a few times. Cletus and this mysterious man then quickly roll out of the ring. Corral attends to his partner in the ring, while the black man gets the microphone.
Black Guy: Yo, man, there's some kinda misunderstandin' or somethin' goin' on here! My boy, Cletus, he ain't got nothin' to do with this Cassinova/Michaels business!
Corral: Yeah? Well, pardon me for asking, but who the hell are you?
Black Guy: My name is Reggie the Reckless! I trained with Cletus over in the E-Dub-T Wrestlin' Academy! And I'm gonna get my boy's back around here!
*Reggie puts his arm around Cletus and helps him to the back. Cut to commercial.
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The Line
Patti Mayonnaise
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Post by The Line on Dec 22, 2006 22:05:37 GMT -5
Demolition vs. Saxton/Duke
This match is No-Dq, by request of Demolition.
We join this match already after the entrance, just before the bell rings. Duke and Saxton seem to be having troubles deciding who will start things off. The bell rings, and they still don't decide. Demolition should try to capitalize on this. But they can't. Duke knocks Smash from the apron to the floor, and follows him out, leaving Ax and Saxton to start things out.
As Saxton and Ax battle on the inside, Duke powerbombs Smash through the announce table, effectivley taking him out for a while. Saxton hits Ax with a vicious DDT. Duke with an elbow drop from the top rope onto Ax out of no where. The two now can't decide who will beat up Ax. Kick to the back by Duke, and one by Saxton, as if he's trying to one up him. Saxton does a leg drop, and Duke does, but with a flip! Duke Picks up Ax, and holds him in a suplex position. 30 seconds, and he slams him down. Saxton does the same, holding it for 35 seconds. This competion is based off the rivalry leading into Season's Beatings.
Duke picks up Ax, and Saxton clotheslines him, hard! And Duke, in an attempt to one-up him, gives Ax a vicious LARIAT! Knocking him out of the ring. Smash comes to, but just barely and enters the ring. Duke, just to anger Saxton, hits Smash with the 187!Well it worked, as Saxton locks Smash in the Cidal-stretch. Ax breaks it up, and gets a mean superkick in return by Duke.
The ref surveys the damage, and calls for the bell. Duke and Saxton look puzzled.
Ring Announcer: And your winners, by referee's decision, Marcus "Styles" Saxton and "Insecticidal" Andy Duke.
Duke and Styles now go nose to nose, exchanging words. The ref gets between the two, and we hear Saxton say "See you in Bagdad" before he exits the ring, leaving Duke standing over the destroyed Demolition.
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Post by dorf on Dec 22, 2006 22:49:47 GMT -5
*Heiden-Dorf is already in the ring as Sid Vicious is there as well. The ref signals the bell and the match begins*
*The two lock-up as they're both grunting at each other...very oddly. The ref counts to five and both let go, frustrated. Then, they went at each other again with another lock-up, this time Sid kicks Heiden-Dorf right in his knee.*
*Sid runs to the ropes, flings back and whiplashes a Kick to Heiden-Dorf's gut...Heiden-Dorf did not go down. Sid looks at an awe, shocked look. Dorf, on the outside tosses in a mini-Cheese Sandwich and somehow from a distance, popeye music occurs as Heiden-Dorf eats that cheese sandwich.*
Heiden-Dorf: (grunts) ME! *shakes his fingers*
*Heiden-Dorf tells Sid to bring it, and brought it he didn't. Sid tries to Punch Heiden-Dorf for a takedown, failed to no avail. Heiden-Dorf punches back with a takedown of his own. Sid gets right back up...same process happens for about three more times. Then after that, Sid stays down.*
*Heiden-Dorf makes Sid stand up and DELIVERS A STIFF HEIDEN-BOOT to Sid. Heiden-Dorf grabs Sid once more and signals the end...HEIDEN-BOMB to Sid! Heiden-Dorf covers...*
Referee:
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3!
Winner: by pinfall, HEIDEN-DORF!
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Boku AKA Da Green Guy
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Post by Boku AKA Da Green Guy on Dec 23, 2006 4:49:50 GMT -5
*camera fades in, same background as before. Jobby leans in screen*
"Guess what everybody?! The Wrestle Posse name has been greenlit! Awesome huh?!"
*voice from a distant room*
"HE DID WHAT?!?!"
*Jobby looks really nervous, and voice is sounding closer*
"THE WRESTLE POSSE?!"
"That's what we agreed on, right?"
"NO!!! WE AGREED ON THE RING KINGS!"
*walks into view, but black censor bar is blocking his head*
"Oh... You sure?"
"YES DAMMIT!!!"
"Opps."
"OPPS?! THAT'S ALL YOU GOT TO SAY?!"
"...Well, I like the name."
"OF COURSE YOU DO, IT WAS ON THE TOP OF THE LIST!"
"Why does that make a difference?"
"I asked you to go from best to worst and -"
"So then you agree it was the best then?"
*pause*
"...I'm so pissed at you that I can't see straight. I think you're deliberately going out of the way to ruin me."
"Why do you say that?"
"Oh, I don't know... THE WHOLE WRESTLE POSSE NAME AND THE FACT THAT I HAVEN'T BEEN SEEN ON TV YET!"
*shrugs*
"The office wants some mystery to our team."
"...Why do we need mystery? ....Where did they get such an idea?"
"Ah... Well I thought it was a good idea."
"... I'm going to kill you in your sleep one night... When you least expect it."
"Well, in the meantime... What are our move names?"
"...Weeeellll, going under the idea of us being the Ring Kings I went with names that go with that."
"HEY! You want to redo it and have us both go over it!?"
"No."
"WHY?!"
"Because you said that you liked mine."
"I did? When?"
"Well if you can't even remember from five minutes ago about team names, and the fact that you choose your favorites... I sent the legal form already. Since you probably wouldn't care anyway."
"Care about what?"
*rubs eyes*
"...I don't think I could have got a worse tag partner if I tried."
*ignores him*
"Hey we got another letter from the office."
*sighs*
"What does it say?"
"We forgot our theme music. We need something to come out to."
"Oh great, what's the deadline one this one?"
"Thursd-"
"Oh good..."
"Of last week."
"God dammit..."
"You want to flip a coin again?"
"Wait, that could end very badly... Let's go the democratic route."
"Okay."
"I vote for my song, 'The Better Life.' by 3 Doors Down."
"And I vote for 'Young, Dumb, and Ugly' by Weird Al."
"Young, Dumb, and Ugly.... Between this and the name Wrestle Posse, how will we ever be taken seriously?"
"Who said anything about that?"
*smacks his forehead and pulls his hand down over his blocked out face*
"...So that's one vote each."
"This way isn't going to work huh?"
"...Hmm... I know! The team captain will decide! And since no captain is chosen, I will -"
"Looks like the office already picked one, from what this form says anyway."
*fearing the worst*
"And it is...?"
"Me."
"Yep, that's the worst."
"I guess I win then..."
*flashes big smile*
"CRAP!"
"I WIN! 2-1!"
"...This is a nightmare, my career is over."
"Take it easy man, we're going to get over sooo much! They'll call us "OVER"rated!"
*long pause*
"...And I'm going to call my agent."
*walks off, angrily*
"Huh... I wonder what about."
*reads the letter*
"...I'M BEING FINED A WEEK OF PAY FOR BEING LATE?!"
*calls after his tag partner*
"HEY *BLEEPED*, YOU CAN BE CAPTAIN! YOU CAN BE CAPTAIN!"
*walks back into room*
"Nah, after all... You got your 2-1 victory, Captain! I think I'm going to go out to eat."
*Jobby looks at him with a hungry, sad puppy face*
"Say...Umm, could you spot me?"
"Yep."
*Jobby looks extremely happy*
*points at Jobby*
"There you are."
*walks away*
"...That's messed up, man! POSSE MEMBERS HAVE THEIR FELLOW MEMBERS BACK!"
"Who's in a Posse? I'm a King."
"OH REAL FUNNY!"
*stomach growls and looks at the EWT camera*
"Maybe I could sell this...."
*figure walks in and takes the camera*
“I'll take this for safe keeping...”
“That's messed up dude...”
*camera is being carried away and goes to static*
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Post by teamireland on Dec 24, 2006 11:17:49 GMT -5
In order to cover my own ass over the lateness of this match, imagine it was recorded earlier this week. *Mysth, Paul Podanski, Rick Raskall & Marcus Trunk stand in the middle of the ring shaking hands & awaiting the arrival of Team Ireland for this 8-man tag-team match-up. Nazareth's "Hair of the Dog" slowly fades out & is replaced by "Amhrán na bhFiann".* Toni "The Garc" Garcya: And their opponents, being accompanied to the ring by Coach O'Hare & Dr. Vivian Anemone, at a total combined weight of 902lbs, proudly representing their home country of Ireland, Liam O'Neill, "The Celtic Giant" Shane Malone & the EWT World Tag-Team Champions Sean McCann & Aidan Donnelly... TEAM IRELAND!
*Once in the ring all 8 men immediately begin scrapping like mad with eachother. The blows being thrown back & forth by Paul Podanski & Shane Malone are causing the whole ring to rock. Mysth whips Liam out of the ring & turns his attentions towards Sean. McCann dodges Mysth's attempt to grab him & knocks the Frenchman down with a springboard dropkick. Trunk has teamed up with Podanski in an effort to get Shane Malone out of the ring. Together, the powerhouse duo clothesline "The Celtic Giant" out of the ring. Rick Raskall dropkicks McCann in the back while he gloats in his outsmarting of Mysth. Together, Raskall & Mysth take Donnelly out of the match with "Poetry in Motion". All four members of Team Ireland have been cleared out of the ring & their opponents are standing tall, soaking in the cheers of the crowd.*
*The referee finally gets a little bit of order in the match. He urges Raskall, Trunk & Podanski out of the ring getting Mysth & Sean McCann to start the match. The two men circle eachother gingerly until McCann attempts to tackle Mysth. Sean takes Mysth to the mat & slaps him about the head a few times. Before Mysth can get to his feet again, Sean hits him with a Mushroom Stomp on the back. Sean makes a quick tag to Mysth's Season's Beatings opponent, Liam O'Neill. Liam continues the assault on Mysth's back. He picks him up & delivers a backbreaker, then makes an attempt to set Mysth up in the "Irish Shamrock Leaf". Podanski comes in & puts a stop to this before Liam can do any further damage to Mysth.*
*Liam makes a tag to Aidan, who cockily struts ovet to Mysth. Grabbing the Frenchman by the hair, Donnelly drags Mysth to his feet & slaps him in the face a few times. Donnelly starts yelling at Mysth, "Why don't you just surrender, Frenchie?". As Donnelly chuckles to himself, Mysth kicks him in the gut. Aidan is doubled over & Mysth makes a leap to his own corner, tagging in Trunk. Upon seeing the big guy get into the ring, Aidan makes a hasty retreat to the Team Ireland corner & tags Team Ireland's enforcer, Shane Malone. Malone & Trunk stand staring eachother down in the ring. Malone whips Trunk to the ropes, but Trunk bounds back with a clothesline to Shane. Shane simply absorbs the move before hitting Trunk with a clothesline of his own. Similarly, Trunk manages to withstand Shane's assault. Then both run the ropes & clothesline eachother simultaneously. Now both men are down. Shane gets to his feet slightly before Trunk & sets Trunk up for a suplex. Shane holds Trunk in the air for what seems like an age before he drops him with a Power Slam. Shane attempts a cover.*
1...
2...
KICKOUT! *Trunk is back on his feet quicker than one might expect. But Shane is backing up. He's aiming to hit Trunk with a Spear. Marcus catches sight of Shane at the last moment & nails a spinning Spine Buster on "The Celtic Giant". Trunk makes a tag to Podanski. Paul can barely wait to get his hands on Malone, knowing that Malone is doing the dirty work of Dr. Vivian. As soon as Paul steps in the ring Vivian can be seen whispering something to O'Hare. O'Hare gets the attention of Aidan & whispers something in the Team Ireland captains ear. Before Podanski can even lay a finger on Malone, the other three Team Ireland members are in the ring pounding away on Podanski. Paul can barely even shield himself as Donnelly & O'Neill kick & punch at him from the front. All the while, McCann is on Paul's back, getting the big man down with a sleeper hold. Before he totally passes out, Paul reaches out towards his own corner & slaps the hand of Raskall. Raskall springboards into the ring & grabs Sean McCann with a Buff Blockbuster. Sean goes down with Paul on top of him. Raskall runs towards Malone, who's just been resting up in the corner. Before Raskall can do what he has planned Malone counters him with an ST-Joe. Malone tries to go for a cover, but Rick kicks out at one.*
*The referee has managed to get the rest of Team Ireland out of the ring. Shane grabs Raskall & gets him on his feet. Raskall quickly hits an enzuguiri on Shane before swiftly rolling to his own corner & tagging in Mysth. As the ref is occupied in the ring, Vivian takes the opportunity to distract Podanski, hurling her boot at the head of "The Drunken Demon". Podanski, enraged, gives chase to Vivian, running right back up the ramp after her. Vivian quickly removes her other boot & hurls it at Paul. Paul ducks it, only to be cracked over the back of the head with O'Hare's Hurley!*
*Back in the ring, Mysth has scaled the top rope & is about to go for a 450 Splash onto Malone, when O'Neill shoves him from the top. Raskall & Trunk have had enough waiting on the apron & go on the attack. Knocking Donnelly & McCann from the apron. The tag-team champions rally & get up into the ring. Immediately, Sean & Aidan begin unloading on Raskall & Trunk with right hands. When they have their opponents sufficiently dazed, the Irish duo run the ropes. But as they come back to attack Raskall & Trunk, Rick hits Sean with a hurricanrana & Trunk sends Aidan flying with a back body drop. Then Liam & Shane clobber both Raskall & trunk from behind. Shane sets Raskall on his shoulders, Liam grabs Raskall by the neck & the Irishmen take Rick out with the Electric Bread Slicer. Mysth gets back to his feet & drops Malone with a quick neckbreaker. Mysth then faces Liam who starts backing up slightly. Mysth grabs Liam's throat, then hits him with "Mystherious Ways"! Liam is down, Mysth goes for a pin... But Liam isn't the legal man. Mysth is complaining to the referee when Shane Malone almost breaks Mysth in half with a Spear! Moving quickly, Shane hits Mysth with the Irish Car Bomb & the referee counts.* 1...
2...
*Paul Podanski is up & racing back into the ring.*
3! Ding-ding-ding! *Paul is just too late. "Amhrán na bhFiann" starts up & O'Hare clubs Paul from behind again. Aidan & Sean are both back on their feet & Team Ireland have a mini-celebration. Shane Malone picks up Mysth & hits him with a "Dragon Slayer". Sean McCann climbs to the top rope & nails Paul Podanski with an 810 degree Splash. Liam ties Raskall up in "The Celtic Knot" as Aidan drops Trunk with "The Guinness Hangover". O'Hare climbs up to the middle rope in one corner, Dr. Vivian holding his hand. O'Hare waves the Tricolour around & proudly belts out the words of "Amhrán na bhFiann" as we fade to black...*
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Post by paulpodanski on Dec 24, 2006 16:25:48 GMT -5
As we return from commercial, Paul is seen walking around the base, with a rather... downed expression on his face, considering his recent lost with his team mates. He lets out a sigh, before looking up, noticing Sum Guy standing over him.
Sum: I'm Sum Guy and I wish I was a Navy Seal.
Paul: Eh... why do you think that?
Sum: Well... it'd be cool cause I'd have flippers and I could crawl around on my belly and I'd mostly eat fish... and I could balance stuff on my..
Paul: Sum... Navy Seals aren't' actual frickin seals. Besides, I'm not even in the mood. I mean, here I am... in the heart of the United States troop, where one year ago, I beat Ultimo Chocula in a 30 minute Ironman Match and became the second official Toolshed Champion. Tonight, I'm gonna have to deal with that son of a bitch Shane Malone and all those Irish bastards. Not to mention, Anemone probably gonna stick her psychotic self in things.
Sum nods.
Sum: Well yeah... but you say it yourself. You're Paul friggin Podanski! The Drunken Demon! The toughest guy in the EWT! Former two time Toolshed Champ, kind of Former EWT Tag Champ. Shane Malone can't say that.
Paul looks at Sum.
Paul: You don't think I know that?! Look Sum... I'm gonna say it right here and right now to your face. if I don't win tonight, then... well, I guess I'm gonna take another break. Regroup, clear my head, then maybe... one day, I'll be back and ready to cement my legacy once again. And if I win... I'm gonna take that Celtic Giant, and make him FULLY REGRET EVER AMBUSHING THE DRUNKEN DEMON!!! So, it's guaranteed that somehow, someway tonight... Paul Podanski is gonna make an impact, whether it's a passive one... or an aggressive one.
Paul immediately walks off and away from Sum as he looks on, watching.
Sum: OK then... I'm Sum Guy and... DAMN!!!
Various troops are just staring at the stupidity of Sum Guy, who doesn't seem to notice, strutting off and away
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Boku AKA Da Green Guy
El Dandy
WC's Resident Pirate Otaku and Official Scapegoat
Always and Forever, Hurricane.
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Post by Boku AKA Da Green Guy on Dec 26, 2006 2:09:59 GMT -5
*camera fades in*
*Jobby leans in a familiar way*
“Hey all, a Merry Christmas from The Wrestle Posse and I know that you all will not like if we drone on so I'll make this short.”
*figure walks in; face still censored out*
“I thought I took the camera away.”
“....I had to pay a deposit....”
“Ah. What are ya doing then?”
“Hmm?
“...(sigh) What are YOU doing?”
“Oh, I want us to exchange gifts in front of the EWT viewers.”
“....”
“You did remember it's Christmas, right?”
“Yea....but....why?”
“Because it will show how close we are as partners! And they need filler for the website.”
“We mix like vanilla ice cream and steamed peas.”
“I know!”
“What?”
“That's my favorite dessert!”
“....Here's your gift....”
“Open mine first!!”
“Alright... Fine.”
*opens his gift and examines the box*
“Shades?”
“OPEN THE BOX! I CAN'T WAIT FOR YOU TO SEE THEM!”
*opens the box, revealing some very expensive sunglasses with silver frames & blue lenses*
“...Wow... I have no idea what to say....”
“You don't like them?”
“No... I do... They're just so.... Wow...”
“I'll open mine now!”
“Wait!”
*Jobby rips the paper with excitement; he stops and looks dumbfounded*
“A cassette tape tape?”
“Ah about that.... I... uh didn't know the price minimum and I -”
*Jobby has a serious expression on his face*
“...'Radical 80s Hits Volume 2'?”
“...Um...look...”
*Jobby's face breaks out in glee*
“I've been looking for this one forever! Now my collection is complete!”
“...Uh glad you like it.”
“I'm going to play it right now!”
*Jobby runs out of the room with childish giddy; Figure looks at his new shades then at the camera*
“...What just happened?”
*camera fades out*
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Post by HMARK Center on Dec 27, 2006 1:16:11 GMT -5
</the cameras are backstage in Iraq, and the PR stand in a hallway, decked out in civilian garb. HMark seems to be thinking, but looks up, a sort of reflective look on his face>
HMark: Team LEO...it really hasn't been that long, has it? But for just long enough, you three have managed to be an enormous collective thorn in the side of the Prophecy Reborn. I mean, first you cost us our World Tag Team Titles, then you distract us from pursuing the team that all but stole them, THEN you have the audacity to blindside us, leave us for dead, and declare it a "victory."
Frankly, kiddies, at this point, I'm starting to wonder what I ever saw in you to begin with that convinced me to give you a chance, short while though it was, as my pupils. <sighs> You see, it's not that you've been cowardly, conniving, or, to put it lightly, complete and total d**chebags; lot's of wrestlers have gone down that road, and it's brought them success, even "legend" status.
No, see, where you guys lose me is that you're all these things, and yet you attempt to hide the fact, by a lame effort to cover yourselves with this facade of strength and tenacity. You scowl, you strike hard, and you always have big, tough words for your opponents, but when it comes down to it, when actions have to take precedent over mere words...you decide to attack from behind, to blindside, and act not just like you're proving something to the world...no, even more insulting, you act like you've proven something to me, </pointing back to his comrades> to us.
Moxie: <stepping up> Well boys, we can see past all that. If you think attempting to lay us out, and doing everything you could to stop us from regaining our gold is enough to gain OUR respect, then we're just gonna have to pound some sense into you, before we stretch and tear it back out.
Because as well as you performed in our match in the Tag Title tournament, Team LEO, as far as we're concerned, all you've proven to be over the last few months are idle words, and empty threats. To steal a line from a greater man than I: go ahead and "prove us wrong."
Needless to say, this Seer only sees one thing in your future: punishment.
Oh, and to make sure you haven't forgotten: Team Ireland, Raskall and Trunk, whoever the hell walks out with the gold tonight...once we're done pulling out, like HMark said, this obnoxious thorn in our side, we'll be seeing one of you soon. Real soon.
Auraelia: Oh, and Keiko? Please, just try to get involved...</begins wrapping fists with athletic tape>...And that's all I have to say about that.
HMark: C'mon, we've gotta get ready. Prophecy Reborn, Team LEO, thirty minutes of pure, unfiltered retribution. THAT...is my Gospel.
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Post by B.A. on Dec 27, 2006 22:30:05 GMT -5
Eddie Omega is backstage..
Cole: Eddie!! Eddie!!! Can we get your thoughts on the win!!!!!??
Eddie: "I'm Eddie Omega.....I promised...*he almost falls*
I promised I'd be a big thing in this federation, for months!! I've been waiting patiently for a victory..now nothing is going to be in my way of achieving my dream!!! Maelstrom..I've watched you go about with your reign, if I remember correctly, I think me and you haven't had are roads cross much lately pal.......If I were you!!, I'd shine that belt up reeeall nice, hell, use some of that water you got from that Aquarium..talk to your fish for some advice Ha-Ha...do whatever ya gotta DO!!! Cause Eddie Omega!! is coming for what belongs to him!!!!"
*Eddie almost falls again*
Cole: We need some help!!!
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The Line
Patti Mayonnaise
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Post by The Line on Dec 28, 2006 4:42:11 GMT -5
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Post by teamireland on Dec 28, 2006 13:50:00 GMT -5
*Marisol Kaneshall is seen standing by with Liam O'Neill. Liam has a few bandages around his head & looks a little dazed. Evidently, he has not shaved since Season's Beatings.* Marisol: Neil, when last we saw you, you were being taken off to hospital following your match with Mysth. How are you feeling right now? Liam: Well, ya know something, sista! That match was probably the highpoint of my career. There I was, infront of 900,000 screaming fans in the Pontiac Silverdome when I lifted that stinky French giant right over my head & slammed him to the mat. From what I hear, he might've died shortly after the match. Marisol: He didn't. I can assure you that Mysth is alive & well. I think that Mr. Coachman was even trying to book a re-match between the two of you for the next EWT PPV. Liam: Are you seriously telling me, sista, that the French giant not only survived a bodyslam, but also a Leg Drop?! Marisol: Well, he survived long enough to win your match, which was in Iraq, by the way, not the Pontiac Silverdome. Liam: I think you're seriously mistaken there, sister! There's no way that any man, let alone some stinky French dude, could ever survive having such devestating maneuvers thrown at him. Well, in the unlikely event that he DID make it, I'll gladly accept any offer of a re-match. That being so, Whatcha Gonna Do, Mysth... WHATCHA GONNA DO WHEN LIAM-MANIA RUNS WILD ON YOU?! *Liam walks off screen pointing one finger in the air & singing the tune of "Real American". Sum Guy walks on screen.* Sum Guy: I'm Sum Guy & I think he's taken too many shots to the head! Marisol: Hey, I'm supposed to close this segment... [cut to commercial...]
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Ass Dan
King Koopa
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Have you seen me?
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Post by Ass Dan on Dec 28, 2006 16:11:59 GMT -5
Joe One appears on the Toomitron, to a round of boos. One: You may have wondered why Mr. Indigo appeared as he did this past Sunday. Well, here's some footage that I think you should see. **FILE FOOTAGE** **24 December 2006** **(Undiscolcied location)** **Iraq** Chris Indigo is seen lacing his boots near his locker. He looks at his Toolshed title, and continues to lace. Suddenly, without warning, 15 men dressed like One appear out of nowhere and attack Indigo. He takes a few of them down, but the numbers game catch up to him as his is beaten down. One of the men take a chlorophormed rag and put it over Indigo's mouth. As he struggles, Joe One appears. As One stands there, Indigo shouts a muffled series of words before passing out. One motions for the men to take Indigo somewhere else as the footage ends. **BACK TO THE PRESENT** One: Ladies and gentlemen, Mr. Christopher Indigo. Indigo enters from off-camera. For those who didn't watch/read SB, he now has an induction cut. Indigo: Thank you, One. I was a fool to untrust the Ministry of Peace. My service lies to BB, and not myself. One: To all those who view us: we are Minipax, and we are growing with every day. Resistance is unuseful. Join us and suffer less. One and Indigo move off-screen to reveal the flag behind them. *COMMERCIAL BREAK*
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Post by chanceconfidence on Dec 28, 2006 19:25:07 GMT -5
As we return from commercial, a cruised and beaten looking Chance Confidence is seen standing in the hallway, looking absolutely pissed off after the events of Season's Beatings looking more than worse for the wear.
Chance: Merc... you selfish bastard. Why'd you do it? Why'd you throw away a chance to be the second greatest guy in the EWT, by serving myself? Why did you cost me the EWT Championship... that I so rightly deserve?
Confidence doesn't have a lick of confidence in him right now, just a ton of silent rage.
Chance: well you're not going to get away with this twit. I say we settle this once and for all... in four days, because I'm not spending another damn year with you walking around. We're gonna end this... on New Years Eve! And I'm bringing back a favorite match of mine to do it... last time, I nearly destroyed a furry freak in it... and this week Merc... you and I are going to once again take part in a 2/3 fall Falls Count Anywhere... match to the end.
Chance smiles a bit, wiping some sweat from his brow.
Chance: I'll even sweeten the pot! You beat me and... that's it. I'll leave the EWT. You win and I'm out of your life. But if you lose on the other hand... well, WHEN you lose, I get to do the same thing to you... and throw you out on your ass! You see Merc, 2007 is coming... and only one of us is gonna be around when it comes. The question is though... who?
Chance walks off as we cut to the next scene.
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Post by Banned Member on Dec 28, 2006 19:38:40 GMT -5
*Merc watches Chances interview, and grins that sadistic grin.*
Merc: Ya we will see who will here in 08!
*Merc walks off*
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Post by The Lach is very tired on Dec 28, 2006 23:35:09 GMT -5
*Party Starters palys & Spaz heads to the ring. He is showing the effects of the match at Season's Beatings. The crowd gives him a big cheer but he looks embarrassed by this. He gets into the ring & grabs a mic.*
S: Please don't cheer for me. I don't deserve it. I have not deserved them since I lost the World Title. Since then I have had several personal issues that have affected me deeply. I lost control of my life & my body. It affected me, it affected my family & it affected my career here in EWT. I have lost the respect of everyone in the locker room & in management here in EWT. I have now started to overcome these issues & slowly I will build myself back up to my best. The one person to benefit from all this is Billy Ubermark. I have let this piece of human garbage do whatever the hell he has wanted. But as of now this s%&t will stop. I hope you have enjoyed it Billy coz Spaz is back in the game! I will earn back the respect of everyone involved in EWT, the wrestlers, the corporate types & the fans. I will start by making your life a living hell you pissant! My hour has come again & cometh the hour cometh the man! I am the man who will stand up & say enough is enough Billy. Enough complaining, enough cheap shots, enough of you! I stand here before all these witnesses & say that Spaz is back & he ain't gonna take any crap from anyone anymore!
*Spaz throws down the mic & heads to the back.*
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Post by Toom E. Guci on Dec 29, 2006 2:51:02 GMT -5
*Toom E is sitting in his office after viewing Spaz's words. He looks towards off camera towards something & speaks:*
So this is it. Spaz is throwing excuses around, is he? Respect? He claims to have lost something he has never had. But the thing, he isn't going to take crap...is he? Well, the crap will hit the fan big time.
*The camera pans to Billy Ubermark as Toom E continues to speak.*
My question to you Billy is: what match do you want this week with Spaz to settle the score?
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Post by Mystery on Dec 29, 2006 5:47:32 GMT -5
Made of stone Oh youre wicked to the bone I give you my heart You tear me apart Youre like a devil In disguise Yeah Oh so cold
So cold How can you be So cold So cruel to me Ice cold Dont even feel Your kiss is like fire But deep down inside Youre so cold
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Post by Poker Joker on Dec 29, 2006 10:42:22 GMT -5
(As the camera pans onto Billy Ubermark, we see Billy standing in the middle of the room with his arms folded in front of his chest. He's got a cocky smirk on his face as he gazes back towards the Commissioner.)
*BU*: Its nice to see that somebody around this place has FINALLY started to listen to me about Spaz. As usual, I figured it'd be someone fair and sensible like you, Mr. Commissioner, who would actually start to address this matter and do what's right .
(Billy strokes his chin and looks up at the ceiling for a moment.)
*BU*: I've been dreaming of this moment for MONTHS! A moment when I finally prove all the things I've been saying: That Spaz is an undeserving HACK, who's had everything he's wanted handed to him in this company.
(Billy stops stroking his chin and looks into the camera. The smile fades from his face and is replaced by a scowl.)
*BU*: For years, Spaz has been treated like the Golden Boy, while deserving wrestlers like myself are forced to wallow in the muck at the bottom of the card. But that's all about to change. Its time that finally start climbing to the TOP, and that I send Spaz spiraling down into obscurity where we BOTH belong! And for that reason, I challenge Spaz to a LADDER MATCH!
(Billy nods his head, excitedly.)
*BU*: Its kind of symbolic, don't you think, Spaz? All this time, I've been trying to move up the ladder in this company, but for months, now, you've been keeping me down. You've ducked me. You've side-stepped me. You've used your precious status as the Golden Boy of this company to get around me.
(Billy's voice starts to raise as he stops nodding his head. He holds out three fingers.)
*BU*: Four times, Spaz. Four times, now, your actions have cost me a shot at the E.W.T. World Championship! Each time, I've been the more deserving wrestler, and each time you've found some cheap way to keep me from climbing up that ladder! Well, this time, there's no way you'll keep me from climbing the ladder, Spaz! This time, I WILL make my way to the top, and I when I look down, and I' see your broken body lying at the base, it will be VERY symbolic! Not just for me , but for everyone watching. Because that image will symbolize not only me reaching the spot where I deserve to be, but also you finally ending up at the bottom of the ladder where you belong!
(The camera pans away from Billy Ubermark back to Commissioner Toom E. Dangerously, who is sitting behind his desk with a confident smirk on his face.)
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Post by Rick Raskall on Dec 29, 2006 13:20:09 GMT -5
Backstage promo featuring Rick Raskall and Marcus Trunk. Trunk is looming in the background, menacingly cracking his knuckles.
Raskall: I am so tired of this. Two times, Rick Raskall and Marcus Trunk have come so close -- SO close -- to becoming EWT tag team champions. And two times, we've come up empty. The first time, Escalator to Heaven, yeah, we just got beat. It happens.
But last week, in Iraq, when we had the chance to bring home the gold...it was you, Curly Long. It was you and that oversized lump that carries you around like a Raggedy Ann doll, that cost us our shot at glory. We had Team Ireland beat, but you had to go and make things complicated. Because of you, Team Ireland nearly broke my back. I feel lucky to be on my feet right now.
But at the same time, I'd like to thank you, Curly Long. Because of your meddling in our match at Season's Beatings, this week, it's chance number three for Raskall and Trunk. And chance number three comes in the form of three letters...
T...L...C.
Tables, Ladders, and Chairs.
Thank you, Curly Long, for giving us the chance to hurt Team Ireland again. Thank you, Curly Long, for giving us another shot at tag team glory.
And thank you, Curly Long, because the moment we hold those titles proudly above our heads, and they announce OUR names as the new tag team champions, we are leaving that ring, and we are coming for YOU!
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