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Post by Bedlam LadyD on May 29, 2007 11:23:33 GMT -5
*Camera goes into the next segment.*
Joe Ragnal and Synthy Eris are backstage, Joe really getting into the game of Wii Tennis he and his protege are playing. Synthy looks irritated. "What in the fahell..." The gamer score says she's losing currently...She swings, and 'accidentally' clobbers Joe in the head.
Joe, not aware of what's happening, falls to the ground, attempting to get back to his feet. "...OW..."
Synthy promptly gets a half-grin on her face. "HEy..lookit! I won.." She looks down at Joe."Serves you right." ... "Tell me I didn't just do a pun?"
Rubbing his head as he gets back up, he simply answers, "I dunno. I was too woozy when you said it."
Synthy grabs him as he wobbles. "Thank Xarxes for small favors then." She pops her neck, and crouches down to look at more of the Wii games. "I kind of had a question for you, Joe."
"Yuh-huh?"
Synthy snaps her fingers. "Wake up you, this is mildly important. It's regarding a name.."
"I was answering you." He said, giving a respberry. "Now shoot, before I pass out again."
Synthy crosses her arms, and peers over the sunglasses. "Do you remember a modified neckbreaker move I used on Juri back at CAM?" *camera flashes to show the move; a twist of fate modified to land into a neck-popping DDT* "I've had trouble devising a name for it."
"Um, let's see...twist of fate, DDT...hm..." Joe snaps his fingers as if to have an idea. "The Empty Spiral!"
Synthy rolls her eyes. "What, like Lacuna Coil? Can we stay away from hard rock band names please? I don't need another lawsuit on my hands..."
"Oh, c'mon! It's not like any American fan's gonna recognize it!"
"What about your sister, dearest managerial twit?"
"Um...alright, fiiiiine! New name! Do you have anything to think over?"
Synthy's left eye twitches. "Well...Obviously I can't used something already named....and using Syn in the name would be overdone and way too 'Indy-card'..."
"'Indy-card'? Oh please, who DOESN'T use their name for a finisher?! Take Mike for example!"
Synthy shakes her head. "I already have a finisher named 'Synful Intentions' remember? I don't need it in another one.."
"Alright, alright...what about Dark Voyage?
Synthy flat out laughs at that. "Dude...."
"Yeeeees?"
"Hell no." Synthy shoves him a little. "Think about it; it's a move that can cause massive head injuries and blood loss."
"Blood Unclogger?" "Brain Drain?"
Synthy cringes. "Why are you my manager again?" She smiles though. "Whatabout....'Sanguine Symphony'?
Joe, in a random act of randomness, reaches into his pocket and pulls out a dictionary. He repeats Sanguine over and over as he searches for the term. "Hm....I like it." He tosses the dictionary aside, apparently knocking a glass vase over off camera.
"Smooth move there, Joe. I think that belonged to Terina..."
Joe just looks off camera, realizing what happened. "......smurf...."
Synthy laughs. "Brava. I wouldn't be that careless even if I were drunk..."
"Yeah, yeah..." Joe looks around, then kicks the destroyed vase under a nearby couch, then points menacingly at Synthy. "You never saw that."
Synthy lifts her shades. "Oh really? Who is to say I didn't?"
"...What's your demands to keep you quiet?"
Synthy grins. "Humor me."
Joe reaches into his wallet and takes out an autographed Hallowicked Chikara card, handing it to Synthy. "Will that do?"
Synthy shakes her head. "I know that guy. Hell, I played pool with him before..."
"Really now." The Innovator crosses his arms, intrigued by this story.
Synthy turns a faint tinge of pink. "None of your business...uh...It was just a night when I was hanging out with some of the CHIKARA guys..."
"Was the Colony involved? Those guys're awesome!"
"They're surprisingly mellow." Syn shrugs. "I guess if ya wanna meet them sometime-hey...wait a minute..."
"What's up?"
"Dude! What's your stakes for me not telling Terina about her pricy Ming vase?!"
Joe, upset that he wasn't able to take her mind off the matter, points at the card. "THAT."
"I KNOW THEM YOU ABSENT-MINDED FOOL. Actually, I have Claudio Casta- not finishing that." Synthy turns an exquisite shade of pink.
Joe, realizing he's defeated with this offer, grabs some kind of short shorts out of his pocket. "Nigel McGuinness's ring trunks?"
Synthy shrinks away, dangerously near a wire of the Wii. "Gross, man. You have no idea where those have been...aside from..inside...your pocket...The fahell..."
"Yeah, well, I worked hard to steal these from his locker. So do you want them or not?"
Synthy hangs her head. "......Already have a pair....."
*A moment passes by.*
".......Really."
Syn: "It is SO not what you're thinking...."
"Okay, well, what is it, then?"
Synthy can't go any more pink without turning red. "....We made him play strip poker. And somehow, his shorts got left at my apartment..."
: "................................................Was Lacey there at all?"
Synthy glares. "Nigel, Claudio, myself, MisChief, and Spanky if you're that freaking curious." "With Daizee watching...Damnit. How awkwardly phrased..."
Joe just takes some time to imagine MisChief naked before going back to Synthy. "I see. Well, must have been an interesting night for you."
Synthy backs away, and trips over the damned wire. "Agh!" *She lands on her bum. "I think that may also have been the night where....ouch that friggin' hurts!"
Joe just laughs his butt off at what he just saw, then clams himself down, helping Eris to her feet. "You were saying?"
Synthy:...Frickin Wires! And if anybody mentions that again..I will maim them. And...I ...didn't say anything!"
"Ah uh...you know how I am. Never let anyone go with an unfinished thought. So spill."
"I adamantly refuse to finish the thought you so misunderstandedly think I said."
"Nuh uh. You were gonna say something else happened that night with strip poker. And you KNOW I can't stand unfinished thoughts."
Synthy shakes herself off from her rumble with the ground. ".....Nope."
"Please?" He pleads, giving Synthy puppy dog eyes.
Synthy feigns zipping her lip. "Nope. I forgot anyway...."The smirk playing on her lips shows this is probably false.
Joe, without missing a beat, points at Synthy menacingly. "I'll get it out of you yet."
Synthy pushes her sunglasses to the top of her head. "You can try all ya want, but I highly doubt you'll be the one with new information in your head. Besides, people usually regret finding out what they fought hard to know."
"Aaaaaand you don't want me of all people to regret it?"
"I'd feel sorry even for you. Although I will tell you Claudio Castagnoli gave me his number...."
"...that's it?"
"What? You think that's even a fraction of what happened? Think about it; CHIKARA peeps, myself, and a party."
Joe, *wanting to think an orgy happened,* asks "Orgy?" Dammit, that WASN'T what he wanted to say aloud!
Synthy flings the Wii at him, her aim dead on. And hard. And Joe trying to get back to his feet. "Sorry, sorry...seriously, though, what? Slip 'n' slide?"
"I was going to tell you. You ruined it. So never mind. You lose." Synthy pats Joe on the shoulder and glances at her watch. "As humorous as as your perverted depravity is..."
Joe groans as he realizes he may never get to hear any of it. "What is it now?"
"I have to go pick up my sister." She's completely rubbing his non-informed face in it as she smiles.
"Fine, go. But if I'm nice enough, can you PLEASE tell me?"
"Someday. Maybe. See ya 'round, Ragnally." She crosses her arms and sort of sa-shays away.
Joe just hangs his head as he says to himself, "Orgy? Why of all things THAT?!"
*The camera pans away, leaving numerous EWT audience members either laughing, or trying to explain to their kids about half of that conversation.*
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Post by teamireland on May 29, 2007 12:05:01 GMT -5
David Penzer: The following contest is scheduled for one fall... "Na-Na, Hey-Hey, Na-Na, Hey-Hey..."*Billy Kidman's lame-ass WWE theme tune starts up as he makes his way to the ring to total crowd indifference. You could cut the audience apathy with a knife!* Penzer: Introducing first, from Allentown, Pennsylvania, weighing in at 195lbs, BILLY... KIDMAAAAAN! *Kidman jumps up on the middle ropes & raises an arm in the air, again to zero reaction.* *The opening strains of "Sweden" by the Divine Comedy fill the EWT arena as Liam O'Neill gets a decnt enough reaction... well, compared to that which Kidman got anyway.* Penzer: And his opponent, representing Team Ireland, he is accompanied to the ring by Sean McCann, weighing in at 209lbs, hailing from Cork, Ireland... LIAM... O... NEILL! *Sean gives Liam a bit of a pep-talk & Liam swallows a hundful of pills, before getting in the ring.* DING-DING! *The two men lock-up. Liam manages to get Kidman into a Hammerlock. Kidman manages to escape & runs the ropes. Liam catches Kidman on his way back with an Arm Drag. Kidman is a mite surprised by this. Kidman goes for a Collar & Elbow Tie-Up. Liam gets Kidman in a Hammerlock again. Kidman does a standing switch. Liam Snapmares Kidman over. Kidman gets back on his feet & is immediately body slammed by Liam. Liam gloats at this a little. Kidman is getting back up as Liam rushes him. Liam receives a few Arm Drags from Kidman for his trouble. Kidman Irish Whips Liam, but O'Neill reverses it & shoots Kidman to the ropes. Kidman rebounds & catches Liam with a standing Frankensteiner. Kidman Whips Liam again. Kidman attempts a Hip Toss, Liam blocks it. Liam then tries a Hip Toss of his own & launches Kidman outside the ring. Kidman manages to land safely on the ring apron, but Liam whips him along that & Kidman goes crashing, back-first into the ring-post. Kidman falls to the ground outside. Liam exits the ring, slams Kidman's head on the mat & tosses him back in. However, only Kidman's body is insode the ring. His head is still a little ouside. Liam gets on the ring apron & performs a Guillotone Leg Drop on Kidman before rolling him back inside the ring. Liam makesa a cover...* 1... 2... KICKOUT! *Liam whips Kidman to the ropes again & catches him on the rebound with a Dropkick. Liam then goves Kidman another Leg Drop. He brings Kidman to his feet, bodyslams him again & drops his fist right into Kidman's face. Liam makes a cover again...* 1... 2... KICKOUT! *Liam tries dragging Kidman up again, but Kidman fights back. He tosses Liam to the ropes. Kidman telegraphs a Back-Body Drop & Liam boots him in the face. While Kidman's reeling from that, Liam drops him with a Neckbreaker. Liam covers again...* 1... 2... KICKOUT! *Again, Kidman has evaded the three-count. Liam locks Kidman in with a Cross-Arm Choke. Kidman manages to work his way out of the hold & get back to his feet. Liam clubs Kidman on the back & goes for a DDT. Kidman counters with a Northern Lights Suplex...* 1... 2... KICKOUT! *Liam tosses Kidman to the ropes & chokes him on them. The ref starts a 5 count, Liam releases at 4. As Kidman lies draped over the 2nd rope, Liam runs to the opposite side of the ring & comes charging back ramming his leg onto the back of Kidman's head & causing even more damage to Billy's neck. Kidman ricochets back into the ring. Liam applies a front facelock. He throws hsi own body up into the air as he does so, doing yet more damage to Kidman. Kidman gets up to his feet. He elbows Liam in the gut & whips the Irishman to the ropes. Kidman catches Liam on the rebound with a Sleeper Hold. Liam works out of it, whips Kidman to the ropes & catches him with a Sleeper of his own. Liam then hits a Back Suplex on Kidman & makes a cover...* 1... 2... KICKOUT! *Liam grabs at Kidman's leg. Kidman manages to nip-up on one leg & hit Liam with an enzuguiri. The ref begins counting them down. Kidman pulls himself up using the ropes, Liam gets to his feet. Both are up by the count of 4. Kidman slugs Liam a few times, then hits a clothesline... & another... & another. Kidman's getting his second wind. Then he hits Liam with the... B.K. BOMB!...* 1... 2... KICKOUT! *Kidman can't believe that Liam was able to get up from that one! Kidman drags Liam up & whips him into a corner. Kidman looks to go follow up with a clothesline. Liam moves out of Kidman's way. Kidman crashes chest first into the turnbuckle. Liam bounds off the nearby ropes & drops Kidman with a clothesline of his own. Liam climbs the turnbuckles. He stands on the 2nd rope & hits Kidman with a Leg Drop. Liam covers...* 1... 2... KICKOUT! *Liam tries tying Kidman up with the Irish Shamrock Leaf. Kidman counters & sends Liam off to the ropes then nails him with a Dropkick on the rebound. Liam stumbles back & out to the floor. Sean McCann tries to get Liam up & back in the match. Kidman takes a run & planchas onto both Liam & Sean. The crowd love it. Kidman rolls Liam back into the ring . Kidman climbs to the top rope & flies off. Liam catches him & aims for a DDT. Kidman counters with a Bridging Pin....* 1... 2... KICKOUT! *Sean is up on the ring apron. Liam whips Kidman into his team-mate. Liam hits Kidman with a neckbreaker, then goes for a Back Suplex. Kidman counters the Back Suplex & lands safely on his feet. He grabs Liam in a side-headlock. Sean is back up on the apron, Kidman runs up McCann & springboards back into the ring planting Liam with a Bulldog! Kidman sets Liam up for the Shooting Star Press. McCann knocks Kidman off the top rope rather forcefully. Kidman lands head first in the ring. Liam traps Kidman in "The Celtic Knot" & Kidman gives up!* DING-DING-DING! Penzer: Here is your winner... LIAM... O... NEILL!!! * "Sweden" starts playing again as Sean clambers into the ring & convinces Liam to release Kidman from the hold. Liam snaps at Sean, but eventually starts smiling & gladly releases Kidman, even going as far as to shake Kidman's hand. Billy is nearly passed out, so the gesture is meaningless. Sean puts an arm around Liam & the Irish duo head on backstage.*
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Post by Square on May 29, 2007 12:17:17 GMT -5
*the cameras fade into the rampant EWT arena, with Hillbilly Jim already in the ring and getting the fans pumped up*
Lillian Garcia: THE FOLLOWING MATCH IS FOR ONE FALL, FIRST IN THE RING HE WEIGHS IN AT 320 POUNDS, FROM MUDLICK KENTUCKY HE IS HILLBILLY JIM!
*Jim gets a loud pop as he plays up for the crowd*
LG: AND THE OPPONANT, FROM PRESTON ENGLAND HE WEIGHS IN AT 290 POUNDS, HE IS THE EAGLE ANDY DAVIDSON!
*"This Ain't a Scene" by Fall Out Boy and out through the crowd appears The Eagle holding a snooker cue using it like a walking cane down to the ring*
Todd Grisham: The English Eagle will have his hands full tonight with the heavier and more experianced Hillbilly Jim
*The bell rings and like a rocket Davidson pulls Jim's legs from him and starts landing the kicks to the thighs. Davidson locks in a one legged boston crab but the vetren is able to get to the bottom rope before any damage. Davidson runs off the ropes and lands a giant knee drop onto the back of the legs of Hillbilly Jim, Davidson picks up Jim and before anyone can notice Davidson's sprinting to the ropes and landing a vicious running bycycle kick to the side of Jim's head dropping him like a sack of potatoes*
Todd Grisham: WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?!
Jerry Lawler: Well it was a bycycle kick to the side of the head you idiot, do you have any knowladge of the sport or is it just a paycheck for you?
*Davidson grabs the leg of Jim and without skipping a beat locks in a figure four leg lock in the centre of the ring. Hillbilly tries to turn over but the pain is to much and the WWE legand taps out*
Lillian Garcia: Here is your winner ANDY "THE EAGLE" DAVIDSON
*Davidson climbs to the top rope and does his one arm taunt will EMT's come and help Hillbilly Jim out*
TG: Great showing by the Eagle but can the rookie get the W when it comes to the TLC Rumble?
*Fades Out*
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Post by xombiehiphop on May 29, 2007 15:19:43 GMT -5
Announcer: Making his way to the ring..weighing in at 225 pounds..representing The Draugr..Corpse!
"We Die Young" by Alice In Chains begins to play as Corpse emerges from behind the curtain, looking as though he had just stepped out of a swamp. Eyes dark and sullen as he makes his way to the ring, scratching at the shoulder of his tattered shirt. Strands of his wet, blue hair hanging in front of his right eye..
Announcer: ..And in the ring..his opponent..from Canada..Vampiro!
*The Canadian vampire stands on the middle rope and raises his arms, drawing some cheers. Corpse snatches the mic from the announcer, pointing a finger towards Vamp*
Corpse: ...Take a razor to your wrist...put the pistol to your face...cock it back and let it go, until your brains rip out. ...To sow you back would be a waste of stitches...
*Obviously angered by these words, Vampiro rushes forward and the two begin to exchange punches. Vampiro lunges forward but Corpse is able to duck, leaving Vampiro back first in the corner. He runs up Vamp's chest, ala Jimmy Yang, back flipping off of it and landing on his feet. As Vampiro stumbles forward, Corpse drop toe holds him onto his face. He hops back a step and then brings his both of his boots flying into his face.
Corpse takes a moment to adjust his fingerless purple gloves, speaking to himself the entire time. He grabs Vampiro but his dreads but the former WSK champ catches him with a few fists to the gut and then a Spinning Heel Kick. Vamp whips Corpse into the ropes and takes him off his feet once again with a Marital Arts Style Kick. He lifts Corpse up for the "Nail In The Coffin" but Corpse slips out and once Vamp turns around, he nails him with "To The Bones"(ShellShock).
Without hesitation, Corpse springs to the ropes and crashes his knee's into Vampiro's face with a "Death Blue Drop". Hooking a leg for the 1-2-3.
Announcer: ..Here is your winner..Corpse!
Corpse drops to his knee's and chokes whatever life Vampiro had away from him with his cold hands until the ref is finally able to pry his fingers away from his throat
..The scene cuts backstage..
Candy Girl: I'm Candy Girl and I'm outside of The Draugr's locker room hoping to get a word from Karma before her match with Aja Kong.
She steps to the door, ready to knock until it's swung open, Wraith now standing in the door way. Glaring down at Candy
Candy Girl: U-Uhm. Hi. I was h-hoping to get word from K-Karma about..
Wraith ...That ain't gonna happen. Karma's not wrestling tonight. Ya see, we need to conduct a few more experiments on her before she's ready to step out into the world again..
A blood curdling, female scream is heard from the room behind Wraith. A smirk crosses his lips
Wraith: ..Ya wanna be next? Yer lookin a little too...lively. ..We could change that for ya..
Candy Girl: EEE!
Candy rushes off and Wraith simply laughs to himself. He removes a large knife from his trench coat pocket, giving a quick look over
Wraith: ..Probably gonna need this..eh, Ghost?
Ghost Face:(from inside)..Tonight could be a beautiful night to die..
With that, he disappears back into the room..
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Post by Bedlam LadyD on May 30, 2007 14:48:09 GMT -5
*The camera goes away from the scene, making numerous disturbed audience members sigh with relief.* *Synthy's sitting on an inflatable chair in her personal dressing room. It seems less dingy and slightly more lighted then the last time seen, but it's still eerie. She's staring into space and listening to the radio. 'Pain-Three Days Grace' can be heard.* *The camera pans back to show her mentor clinging to her leg.* Joe:...Please tell me the rest? Syn: Get. Off. Joe: Not until you tell me the rest of the party. Syn:....I will maim you if you try that line when I take a shower later. Joe:...Okay, well, I'll let go when you take a shower, THEN go back to clinging...deal? Syn:......What if I just kicked you off instead? And WHY in the bloody name of Calypso, are you so desperate to know? Joe: Have we not met by now? Syn:...It isn't that interesting. Joe: Aw, COME ON! What am I supposed to do, sneak into your pockets later and grab Claudio's number and have him tell me? Syn:...In case you haven't noticed, I only have pockets on my ass. You do that...and I'll slap you. Besides, Claudio wouldn't tell specifically out of loyalty. Joe: DAMMIT. If I let go, THEN could you tell me? Synthy smiles:.....Probably not. Joe: Alright, well, if I cling, I get killed, if I DON'T, I'll never find out. What's it gonna take to get you to talk, then? Synthy: Get me to talk? Joe, it took a moment of absent-mindedness to reveal I was once engaged. I'd probably have to have another spastic attack to reveal what happened. And it won't happen again. Joe: Just like how showing Nigel's trunks got you to tell me you played strip poker with the dude? Synthy: I told you- I wasn't the only one there and....quiet you. *She looks agitated, and turns up the volume on her stereo a little. It now blasts Mudvayne.* *Joe, in a last ditch effort, makes a lie up.* Joe: Yanno...Daizee told me about the pinata you guys did destroy. Syn:...How the hell did you get that from her? That damn pinata was-*She cuts herself off and bites her lip ring.* Joe: Yeah. She also said that you got so drunk that you and her went around the city to find a mistletoe to kiss under. *Joe grins, realizing he's finally getting into his pupil's head.* Syn:.....Wrong! That was actually her and Mischief and I don't drink you-*She glares at him.* Joe: Right, I knew I got that wrong. But she also said you played Truth or Dare. Synthy looks disturbed: ...... Maybe ..... *She's clutching the sides of her inflata-chair.* ...crap. Daizee was high wasn't she? When she told you-HOW MUCH DID SHE TELL YOU? *Joe unclings her leg, and gets to his feet, arms crossed and a huge ass grin.* Joe: Wouldn't you like to know? Syn leans backward: As long as she didn't say anything about the Truth or Dare game, it's all cool. *Her teeth are gritted.* Joe: Well, she did. Syn:....Tell me she didn't say anything about Nigel and-*She has gripped the chair so hard, it's deflated beneath her. She slowly sinks to the floor.* Joe:...She did. Synthy: *A look of triumphant spreads across her features* Nigel and I.did absolutely nothing during that party, Joe. Joe: AHA! I knew something happened! Synthy glares: Except it wasn't with Nigel, you twit! DAMNIT. Joe: Well, at least I got something out of you. *He taps the side of his skull* Joe: Not as dumb as you thought. Synthy:.....Antidisestablishmentarianism! Joe:...slower, please. Synthy stretches and stands up:....That actually reminds me that I should call Claudio later. *She smirks at Joe's look* Anyway, what else has been going on? How're you and Tanya doing? Joe: We're doing well. I'm actually going to see her this weekend after her concert. It's been a few weeks since I saw her. Syn:...If it's not barging in, do you mind if I come with you? I'd like to ask her a few things. Joe:...Nothing personal, are they? Syn: Besides how she puts up with you and NOT kicking you in the hamstring? No, just sorta wrestling-related... Joe: Well, I guess so. But I should warn you, my friend Shelly's coming along to record it. Syn:....Martinez? Joe:...No. Not Ariel. It's a dude, anyway. Syn: Dude, Shelly's not Ariel any more. Haven't you been on the internet? There's a big 'scandal' about it. Joe: Yeah yeah, but I know her best as Ariel. I don't meet people like you do. Synthy: Well, when you've been and trained at CHIKARA, done a few things at SHIMMER, and had a few Heat matches for the 'E, you meet people. Maybe you should get out more. Joe:...Yeah, true. Though this could be one way to introduce you to the GWC folk. Syn:....Who? *She glares at the radio as Papa Roach's newest hit comes on, scrambling she places a disc in and hits play.* Joe: Global Wrestling Coalition. They're the dudes I've been wrestling with since March, hence why I don't wrestle much here anymore. Syn: I see. Anyone actually interesting? * a few members from GWC are actually watching, and seem saddened at this.* Joe: All of them, actually. Except for Icon Corp. I'm serious, those guys were laaaaaaaaaaaame... Syn nods: I know how that goes. There are some seriously ridiculous dudes at CHIKARA...and I don't mean in the good sense. Joe: Not like the Colony or anything, right? Synthy: No, the Colony and Los Ice Creams are good people, as are the Neo dudes, but some of them...aaagh. Joe: Lemme guess, Icarus is involved somehow. Synthy twitches: Nail on the head for once, Joe. Joe: Big surprise. You have any idea how badly the dude gets booed? It's like, NOBODY likes him! Syn: It's Icarus, the reason why we have vocal chords. As in, To BOO. The guy's a loser backstage. Joe: Again. No surprise. Though, I win the award for dumbest fan. Wanna know what I asked Chuck Taylor at the Lions Cup last year? Synthy:...Please don't tell me you asked what I think you asked... Joe: Go ahead and say it. Syn: Nope. Tell me. *Joe sighs* Joe: I...asked why he wasn't wearing the shoes. Synthy palm slaps her forehead: Of course. I would expect no less from you. Joe: In my defense, WHY does the man have the name when he doesn't even use the SHOES?! Synthy: ....That's like asking me why Christians don't come after me for being named Syn. Joe:...And that is...? Syn: Common Sense. Joe:...Which I have none of. Syn: You said it, not me. Then again getting into a bar fight with your ex-fiance doesn't scream of sense anyway. Maybe we're both severely lacking in that department? *Joe just laughs.* Joe: Hey, look, I'm gonna go get you a ticket for a flight out to see Tanya. That cool with you? Syn: Sure, like I said, I have a phone call to make anyway. I'll see you around. Joe: Alright, later. *He points his finger like a gun to Synthy, smiles, and walks off* *Synthy rolls her eyes, places her sunglasses back on her head, and lays down on the deflated chair. Rise Against rumbles from her stereo, and the Camera goes away.*
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Post by DieShiguya on May 30, 2007 22:18:03 GMT -5
*The camera goes into a dark place, and a white outline can be seen.*
*The creature moves, and it's revealed as that slinky man from before.*
: People.....do forgive me....my existence has come under attack lately by some very..inappropriate beings. Alas, as that hinders my plans for this realm....Chaos touches this beautiful plane with a brush even I cannot use..Chaos is beauty. I want all of you...beastly humans to realize this. Chaos and misery...Malice... these are tools that can bring the world to glory. Splendid images come from war-torn countries. Why else would I choose to live here? To leave my beautiful country.....then again...if I hadn't....dearest friends...I wouldn't be speaking. *the lights flicker gray, silver, then to black again* I must disappear already. It's a shame though...there really was much I wanted to say....good bye..for now..And please don't touch me..my bruises still hurt...and the name...by the way...Is Die. *Camera quickly shoots away*
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Post by Ass Dan on May 30, 2007 23:24:02 GMT -5
We return from whatever to a brightly lit room. A buzzing sound can be heard. In the center of the room is a passed out Joe One, who is tied to a chair with a ball gag in his mouth. His jumpsuit has been unzipped to the center of his chest, revealing many scars. He has a black eye and a bloodied nose, along with a five-o'clock shadow.
Suddenly, the sound of a door opening and shutting is heard. Joe awakens and appears to still be dazed. A bearded man, previously seen several times, appears.
Bearded man: Do you see what happens? What happens when you emberass BB and the Party like that?
Joe nods his head sullenly.
Bearded man: You're lucky about the stipulation. You weren't pinned, you didn't submit, and you weren't counted out. Still, you failed!
The bearded man slaps Joe.
Bearded man: You are Oceania's hope! It is your destiny to fufill the Nine Orders, and you can't do it without the EWT World Heavyweight Championship. If Mr. Clay hadn't signed you up for the TLC Rumble, we wouldn't be letting you go so soon. However, it is important for Minipax and the Party in general to establish control in the Extreme WrestleCrap Threaderation. You are the leader of the Minipax front in the EWT, and your associates will make sure you win the match. I believe you've relearned what being in Minipax is all about.
The bearded man removes Joe's ballgag.
One: (weakly) The book....
Bearded man: Oh yes, here is the book.
The bearded man sets a red, leather-bound book and Joe's lap.
One: Thank you.
One closes his eyes. He squints. Suddenly, his ropes are untied. He gets up slowly.
Bearded man: Mr. One!
One: Yes, sir?
Bearded man: Do not fail BB.
One: Acknowledged.
Joe One leaves the room, clutching his book tightly.
*COMMERCIAL BREAK, OR SOMETHING*
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Post by sparverine on May 31, 2007 5:32:34 GMT -5
Re: Generates, Re: Unite!
WARNING[/b]: The following shameful promotion of Re: Generation Y makes me utterly sick to my stomach and is sponsored by the Phloriphornia Orange Juice Company. Phloriphornia, where you'll always get your juice freshly squeezed. Unofficially, this promotion has been labeled as 239 Percent Wrestlecrap Proof. I can't believe I, as a fan of the true sport of professional wrestling, have become a corporate shill for these marching morons who dabble in "maniakal monotony." Whoever faces these guys had better cripple them into an early retirement or I'm gunning to take those people out...permanently. For the fans of Extreme Wrestlecrap Threaderation, the "Volatile Concoction" has arrived and they'll explode this company apart. [/color]
["Son of Slam" Slamsley McBody and "The Same" Taggart Tagatito can be found sitting down in their Laz-E-Boy reclining ergonomic desk chairs. Currently, the duperstar duo is located in a secret boardroom in the tallest tower of Phloriphornia Orange Juice Company. Sipping down 20-ounce bottles of the pulpy beverage, Slamsley and Taggart decide to turn on a nearby security camera to broadcast their first-ever Extreme Wrestlecrap Threaderation promo. As you may or may not have recognized, the duo is decked out in their “Re: Generate” power suits. The ensemble consists of: a backwards red New Era baseball cap, a green Armani sports jacket, a Fauxlex (yep, the total knockoff of Rolex) timepiece, yellow slacks custom-tailored by L.L. Bean, and Muckmaster Boots sold exclusively by muckbootsonline.com.]
“Son of Slam” Slamsley McBody: Greetings, Re: Generates and Re: Generitas alike! My name is “Son of Slam” Slamsley McBody and yes, I am one-third of the latest and greatest sports-entertainment franchise of all-time…Re: Generation Y. Now, I know exactly what you’re thinking. Why my associates and myself did chose EWT as our base of operations to spread the Corporate Gospel? Sponsors, the Almighty Dolla Dolla…Holla Holla! Yep, we’re here to be shills, in particular, for delicious Phloriphornia Orange Juice. Phloriphornia, where your juice always gets freshly squeezed…
[“Slam” by Pendulum, RGY’s anthem, blares out of a nearby loudspeaker. Thinking Slamsley has lost some coherence from the diabolical amount of decibels surging the boardroom, “The Same” Taggart Tagatito decides to throw his two cents worth.][/b][/color]
“The Same” Taggart Tagatito: Hi. Name’s “The Same” Taggart Tagatito and I am one of Slamsley’s associates of Re: Generation Y. Now, we came here for many reasons. Secretaries to ride us like government mules…
“Son of Slam” Slamsley McBody: That’s happened way too much in the other companies; I think using their credit cards for non-mandatory meetings brought them to bankruptcy all those different times.
“The Same” Taggart Tagatito: Alright, sorry ladies…we will still be able to work overtime, just not while we’re on the clock. Hmmm? Competition, our ability to perform is sobering to say the least…
“Son of Slam” Slamsley McBody: Yeah, right. You tell ‘em, Taggart. I mean, you’re as “straight edge” as a dull butter knife, that’s why we had to be sponsored by a muckin’ fruit juice conglomerate. Still, one thing that will propel us to the top…controversy. Loads and heaping loads of…
“The Same” Taggart Tagatito: Wrestlecrap. But that doesn’t matter, so we’re a little rough around the edges, it’s far too early to shoot on our future adversaries. Improvement is inevitable and when it comes down to it…the apex and the crux is all a matter of influx 'cause just like two mallards with colds, we're both sick ducks.
“Son of Slam” Slamsley McBody: Huh? Anyways, let’s run down the names of those who don’t appear to fall in line with the Re: Generation Y propaganda agenda. ‘Cause really what is propaganda but propping up good agendas. First stable that has to be sent to the glue factory has to be our direct rivals: Cidal Squad. Doesn’t matter if they’re genocidal, homicidal, or suicidal…”The Same” and I are going to eliminate these juiced-up marchers of maniakal monotony. Next, Draugr? If I don’t even comprehend the vampiric drag racers who cruise in bulldozers, how can I make fun of them?
“The Same” Taggart Tagatito: You just did. MUCK IT! Next, is Minipax and from what I hear these dudes seem to be the third highest grouping of athletes and the number one in terms of criticism. Well, we’ve come to take that mantel from you, the number one in criticism, ‘cause we know how to garner cheap heat.
“Son of Slam” Slamsley McBody: Easily burnable firewood.
“The Same” Taggart Tagatito: Yes, Slamsley. Anyways, there are two other tandems to deal with: Rated X and Team Ireland. Rated X looks to be the upper echelon except they lack uniformity. No common identity which bonds them together as soulless soldiers for some ill-gotten cause. Don’t consider that as a knock on the American Armed Forces since their ultimate goal will be to rid the world of evil. That’s what people tend to forget about the war, it’s a battle between good and evil. Simple logic and deduction. Slamsley, I’ll let you drink to Team Ireland.
“Son of Slam” Slamsley McBody: Lord knows you can’t do that; after all, every single one of them could drink you through the table. Still, as extreme xenophobes, it’s sort of hard for us to like them. Ham it on a whole wheat bun, Tagatito…the boys who proudly represent the red, the green, and the yellow are back.
“The Same” Taggart Tagatito: Back in business, not yet in the black. Corporate lingo, everybody. Feelin’ a bit frenetic, McBody and thinking as one of the Maddest Mastermuckers on the planet, I need to spout my infatuations for the lovely ladies of the Threaderation. Especially “Suggestive Sexual” Ivy Rospine, Rosepine, Rosepin, Sorpine, Ropesine.
“Son of Slam” Slamsley McBody: Had it right the first time and it’s hardly company protocol or policy to speak about such dames. Maybe Lily Rose? Nah. Melissa Cameron, now she sounds sensational enough to be a possible candidate for our secretarial position. If not her, then…
“The Same” Taggart Tagatito: Synthy Eris? Sounds too cliché for her own good. I know, I know…Slamsley and Taggart aren’t that original, either, but we were born with platinum sporks stuck up our…
“Son of Slam” Slamsley McBody: Lack of uncivilized misinformation. Terina and Yamakoto Keiko round out the various women, contractually obligated as working girls for EWT. They’re highly professional and before you break out into some 80s pop song, we don’t mean to offend Yamakoto.
“The Same” Taggart Tagatito: Muckin’ common courtesy. Whatever happened to the clown girl, I had a horn she could honk.
“Son of Slam” Slamsley McBody: It’s reasons like that, why we keep getting slapped hard with restraining orders and lawsuits. Yes, we’re the two biggest Ace in the Holes this organization will ever visualize, but we can’t let the cat out of the bag.
“The Same” Taggart Tagatito: Yeah, we have to send it to Human Resources first and let them beat its brain out with the fax machine.
“Son of Slam” Slamsley McBody: Stapler’s more humane…regardless, I think we’re being told to wrap it up here. Seems our third tag-team member has arrived. Why, member? ‘Cause we’re also homophobic and partner, just doesn’t sound right.
“The Same” Taggart Tagatito: Brash and braggadocios, fits us to a tee. Now, where is this Evan Heznard?
[“The Self-Righteous Referee” Evan Heznard walks in. He’s a bit of a brute. Linebacker in college. School not disclosed at the present time. Like Slamsley and Taggart he enters wearing a “Re: Generate” power suit, with one noticeable difference: red and yellow stripes streaked through the green Armani sports jacket. His mind appears to be a bit off-kilter after one too many ref bumps. Even being 6’6”, he only refereed street fights between super-heavyweights.]
“The Self-Righteous Referee” Evan Heznard: I’ll call it right down the middle, unless it does not assist in spreading the corporate gospel.
“The Same” Taggart Tagatito: Easy there, chief. Not much upstairs, but at least he has the right priorities. Slamsley, want to explain to the fine folks who the Helena, Montana we are.
“Son of Slam” Slamsley McBody: Been hittin’ the bottle too hard down in Mexico, eh, Taggart? It’s come Hell, Michigan or high water.
“The Self-Righteous Referee” Evan Heznard: Hail Sabin.
“Son of Slam” Slamsley McBody: Taggart, even if this Heznard guy really came from H.R. to be the third associate, a referee no less…it’s probably best to make sure we only keep him near ringside.
“The Same” Taggart Tagatito: Absolutely, Slamsley. After all with that killer instinct bein’ the “Son of Slam” after all, you’re kind of the brains for this outfit. Together, we will not be Triple X, Rated X, or breakin’ it down like D-Generation X. Instead, we belong to the present generation, Generation Y, and we truly are the re: ply to them. True, we work for the baby boomers now, but eventually, we’re gonna be the ones wielding control.
“Son of Slam” Slamsley McBody: And how pray tell can Taggart, Evan, and I provide such a stubborn statement? The next greatest generation stands before you. Proof? The last greatest generation fought against great evil and people were united towards a common cause. Then the baby boomers came and decided to split between the very rich and those who weren’t. Generation X further caused a rift by wanting to break down communication and a sense of unity. Generation Y, on the other hand, has communication restored during its lifetime through the Internet and creating a worldwide network fervently awaiting some new world order or deus ex machina. Tagatito, Evan looks groggy…send him back to Human Resources, erm…Human Capital.
“The Same” Taggart Tagatito: I will, but let’s finish this up. First one back just has to garner attention not be too outlandish. So, in the manners of tradition versus sedition…Slamsley and Evan, let’s bet to steady ourselves and MUCK IT!...up.
[The scene ends with “Son of Slam” Slamsley McBody, “The Same” Taggart Tagatito and “The Self-Righteous Referee” Evan Heznard then proceed to perform the “Y Kill” taunt followed by three fists in unison, in the formation of a Y. The “Y Kill” taunt is a modified throat slash with the “hang loose” sign with one downward slash to the right, followed by a downward slash slightly higher from the right to a perpendicular point back to the left. After all this, the security camera shorts out.][/b][/color]
** P.S. : Could someone remove my original thread, please? Thank you.
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Post by radicalbuttercup on May 31, 2007 13:11:01 GMT -5
Announcer Type Person: Thiiiiis match is scheduled for ONE fall! Already in the ring.......Luuuuuuuuuufisto!
*The French Canadian looks confident and ready to commence with teh pummelin!*
Announcer Type Person: Aaaaaaaand her opponent.....from The Dead Moon Circus.....accompanied by Mr.Bunny......Madison The Clown Girl!
*The circusy "Tablescraps" by Stolen Babies starts to play and a ginormous man in a pink rabbit costume lumbers out from behind the back. Riding upon his shoulders and holding his ears like reigns is the Clown Girl making her re-debut. Multi-colored balloons with spooky faces begin to fall from the ceiling to mark the event. Once they are close enough to the ring Madison springs off the giant rabbit's shoulders and into the ring. She springs up and down energetically before requesting a microphone*
Madison: WHEEE WAHOO WHOPPEEE! YAY YAY YAY!
*Lufisto just blinks at this insane enthusiasm*
Madison: Hey there, Louie! How's it goin', huh? Ya ready to throw down?! Are ya?! 'Cause I am!
*She tosses aside the top hat and ring leader style jacket she wore to the ring*
Madison: ......Or......I would be! 'Cause, ya see, I got bit yesterday! ......By an octopus! Really nasty! Doctor told me "no wrasslin tonight"! So I guess I'll be headin out! Byeeeee!
*Madi starts to walk towards the ropes as Mr.Bunny holds them open for her. She stops suddenly and looks over her shoulder Lufisto with an ever growing grin*
Madison: But I know sooooomebody who can wrassle tonight......Mr.Bunny! But if yer afraid ta wrassle a bunny than I guess I understand.....
*No stranger to wrestling men, Lufisto accepts the challenge. She demands that it be "brought". And brought it shall!*
Madison: Ring the bell, bell guy!
*Madi slides out of the ring and after a "ding ding ding" the match begins. Mr.Bunny stalks around Lufisto who keeps low to the ground. Mr. Bunny lunges forward like Michael Myers and Lufisto slips around em kicking em in the back of the leg. Mr.Bunny winces and lumbers back to face Lufisto who gives him some body shots. Mr.Bunny shrugs them off and grabs 'Fisto by the neck with both of his meaty hands and hoists her off the mat. He slams her down with The Great Khali patented double choke toss*
Madison: Ooh! Ooh! I feel a miraculous recovery coming on! I can wrassle now! Aside, Mr. Bunny!
*Mr.Bunny steps backwards as Madison acrobatically enters the ring. She cartwheels around Lufisto until she gets to her feet. Madison taunts Lu by hooking her fingers into her mouth, letting tongue dangle out. An annoyed and still somewhat dazed Lufisto zips forward but Madison takes her down with a drop toe hold that sends her sliding out of the bottom rope and right out of the ring. The girl who came from the circus leaps onto the ropes and dives off, taking Lufisto up and over with a diving hurricanrana on the floor. Madison springs to her feet and bows before rolling Lufisto back into the ring. Shoving her head underneath her arm, Clown Girl climbs to the top rope and spins off in an attempt to spike Lufisto with a Tornado DDT. Lufisto shoves Madison away who lands on her feet and stumbles a little. Lufisto snatches her with an Emerald Fusion. Madi rolls out of the ring while clutching her head. She grabs the mic again*
Madison: ...OOOW! Ok! Nevermind! My giraffe bite is actin' up again! Take 'er out, Bunny!
*Mr.Bunny steps over the ropes to re-enter but Lufisto kicks the ropes as he tries and crotches him. She unleashes some punches until Mr.Bunny shoves her away with a palm to the face. As Mr.Bunny enters the ring Lufisto bounds back and leaps high to drop kick him in the chest. Then another. Aaaaaaaaaand another! She uses the ropes to try to gain some extra momentum but only ends up eating a big boot to the face. Madison rolls back into the ring*
Madison: What'dya know! I feel better again!
*Madison quickly drags Lufisto up and hits her with the Rubber Mallet. No, not an actual Rubber Mallet. The FINISHER called "Rubber Mallet". A Snapmare Driver. Grabbing Lufisto to the corner Madi springs up to the top rope and hits her with a Shooting Star Press that she calls "Killing Joke". A leg is hooked. A hand slaps the mat three times. Clown Girl wins!*
Announcer: Here is your winnerrrrrrrrrrr......Madison The Clown Girl!
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Post by SsnakeBite, the No1 Frenchman on May 31, 2007 14:44:18 GMT -5
*"Sexually Suggestive" Ivy Rospine is standing in the ring and we can hear "Hysteria" by Muse fading out. She' s holding a microphone and looks legit pissed.*
Ivy : Ladiiiiiiiies and gentlemeeeeen... A couple of weeks ago, the fourth edition of Crap-A-Mania took place... and the highlight of the event was, of course, when I won my very first match against an EWT Girl Next Door...
*The crowd cheers in approval.*
Ivy : Unfortunately, the b**** I broke in half that night couldn' t accept the fact that I was superior to her and that she failed at the natural selection exam !
*Ivy pauses for a few seconds then continues.*
So... she decided to backstab me. But of course, she could never have the job done by herself, no no no ! She needed the help from two guys to try and put me down. And what is the best thing to do in order to accompany the most boring waste of time in EWT' s history ? Take the two least virile, most anti-charismatic absence of testicles who dare call themselves "men" in the business...
But you know I actually feel bad for them... you see they seemed to feel strong for once by going two-on-one against a woman who just had a match, and now they have to realize they miserably failed as I' m standing right here, right now, in this very ring, and I don' t even have a scratch.
*A mix of cheers and laughters in the crowd.*
YET, since an embarrassment never comes alone, the king of moisture, Ferhago Crow, has started to send me love letters...
*Laughters in the crowd.*
Well, you know, Crow... I don' t like men who are older than me, so 240 years over me is a bit too much of an age difference, so stop stalking me and go get a death... I mean, I didn' t know the only thing a dead-alive could be arsed to do was to annoy the living beings...
But back to serious business, no matter who you are, no matter you' re Thunder, Jupiter, Terina, Crow or whoever you want, you' ll never be able to beat me, because I' m Sexually Suggestive Ivy Rospine, the hottest and toughest woman in the business, and your next GND champion, and there isn' t a damn think you can do about that.
*The crowd cheers but suddenly, a feminine yet tough voice comes through the speakers.*
"Are you done with your whining, girl ?"
*At the same time, Luna Vachon' s theme can be heard, and the woman makes her way to the ring."
Finkel : Ladies and gentlemen please welcome Ivy Rospine' s opponent for tonight' s match ! From Montreal, Canada... LUNA VACHON !!
DING ! DING !
*The match begins ! The two women immediately lock up. Luna seems to be taking an advantage but Ivy elbows her, but Luna Vachon still manages to grab Ivy' s hips and goes for a Side Suplex, but Ivy lands on her feet and runs at Vachon for a Shining Wizard.Ivy waits for Luna to start getting then kicks her right in the face with a Buzzsaw Kick-like manoeuvre. She then runs to the ropes and goes for a Clothesline, but Luna Vachon grabs her for a Manhattan Drop ! With Ivy Rospine on the ground, Luna goes for a Stomach Claw, but after a couple of seconds, Ivy grabs Vachon' s head, rolls over her and starts hitting her with several fury punches, but the ref makes her stop. Ivy grabs Luna by the hair and hits a Snap Suplex, then she climbs the turnbuckle and nails a Shooting Star Stomp ! Ivy waits for Vachon to get up, but instead of rising, she jumps right into Ivy' s legs and takes her down ! And now she connects with an armbar !
This submission hold seems to do more damage than the last one ! Ivy is screaming ! She first tries to grab the ropes, but quickly gives up this idea and tries to take advantage of the damage she did to Luna earlier. She knows that Vachon is tired and Ivy manages to slowly get up, even though Luna Vachon is still applying pressure. With her free hand, Ivy manages to grab Vachon' s head and goes for a Facebuster ! After that, Ivy picks up Luna, Irish whips her and goes for a FLAMME FATALE !! And she covers !*
ONE...
TWO...
THREE !!
Finkel : Here is your winner... IVYYYY ROSPIIIIIIIIINE !!
*"Hysteria" hits again, Ivy Rospine gets out of the ring and grabs a bottle of water in order to refresh herself, but she spits it as soon as it enters her mouth.*
Ivy : Dammit it' s salted !!
*Right after that, the paper which was wrapped around the bottle falls down and reveals... a black spot.*
*Go to next segment.*
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Post by Bedlam LadyD on May 31, 2007 14:56:36 GMT -5
“Tell me….what have I done? To watch you lose….control!
Everybody’s favorite mildly-deranged jailbird steps out. Synthy looks unusually calm considering her recent actions. Her sunglasses are down, and she doesn’t seem as livid. With crossed arms she strolls to the ring, disregarding the catcalls and signs being held up. Reaching the ropes, She simply leaps over them, Marilyn Monroe gear and all. She tosses her shades to the announcer standing outside, and leans against the ropes for her opponent.
Out comes everybody’s favorite flower child, Daizee Haze. The woman mumbles incoherently, but smiles and flashes a peace sign to some of the audience members, and in one arm, she carries a giant smiley-faced daisy. She reaches the apron, poses with the carnival flower, blows a kiss, and throws it next to Syn’s sunglasses.
The two circle around each other, eyes not unfocused from the other. Daizee steps closer and Synthy cracks her knuckles. Daizee leaps, and Synthy barely dodges. Daizee turns, and Synthy swiftly grabs her arm and yanks it backward. Holding Daizee’s arm behind her back, Synthy ducks beneath her other arm and wraps herself around the other woman’s midsection, lifts her up and hits a flyaway suplex.
Synthy stands up, jumps onto Daizee’s midsection, and steps off with a nudge of her foot to Daizee’s head. She pulls Daizee up, and goes for a kick- but her foot is grabbed, and she gets twirled around. Dizzy and disoriented, Daizee takes the chance and hits a Daizeecanrana. The psychedelic purple outfit of Miss Haze’s outfit makes Syn’s eyes spin when the woman stands above her. Synthy glares, but gets yanked upward and hit by a Yakuza kick.
Synthy gets knocked down. Thusly giving Miss Haze enough time to land a moonsault.
1 2 …No dice.
Synthy pushes up and flat out shoves Daizee away. Both women are on their knees. Synthy bows down and uses her hands for leverage as she flips to a position to land a scissor hold around Daizee’s chest. Violently twisting, she uses her leg strength to slam Daizee’s back from her knees hard into the mat. Releasing the hold, and still balancing on her hands, Synthy slams her heel down into Daizee’s stomach.
The move shows the reason why she’s actually been using more of her moveset; formerly, she’d been using moves where her skirt wouldn’t flare up….but with that last maneuver, it’s revealed she had a pair of short black capris on beneath the dress, allowing her more flexibility with her moves.
Synthy smiles and jumps up. She pulls Daizee to her feet and throws her straight into a near-by ring post. She goes into a clothesline, but Miss Haze grabs her arm and changes it into an armlock. It doesn’t last long, as she releases it and dropkicks Synthy into the post. The crowd cringes; that’ll definitely leave a bruise.
Daizee goes for a roll up.
1 2 No.
Syn kicks out and rubs the spot where her chest hit the metal. This is where Haze’s next move is aimed; Heart Punch! Synthy grabs the fist and kicks Haze in the gut before it lands. This leads to Synthy jumping past Haze and cart wheeling into the ropes; Daizee is bent over, and gets hit by a straight-up bulldog.
Not one to be beaten by such a lackluster move, Daizee quickly scrambles up and stares down Syn. She heads toward her and attempts another Daizeecanrana, however, the atempt is reversed into an amazing power bomb by Syn.
1 2 NO.
Synthy pops her neck, and her feral grin returns. When Miss Haze stands up again, Syn is ready. The Synful Intentions knocks out the hippy girl. 1,2,3.
Synthy smooths out her outfit, and rolls out of the ring. Snatching up her sunglasses, she throws Daizee her flower as well. It lands next to the woman who is still getting up. Synthy shrugs, and sits down on the announcer table, legs crossed and sunglasses obscuring her eyes. She raises the mic to speak.
And the power goes out.
*Cue camera static*
[Only the live audience sees Miss Eris looking fed up, and storm away into the back.]
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Post by liontamer12 on Jun 1, 2007 3:11:43 GMT -5
*We open to what seems to be the interview area for EWT. Sum Guy is standing, quite nervous, off to stage left....your right.*
Sum Guy: H-h-hello everyone...I'm here with John "The Lion" Valentine and folks, he seems to have something to say...
*Sum Guy gulps as Valentine enters the shot with a barb wire 2x4 resting on his right shoulder. He looks at Sum Guy, chuckles and turns back to the camera. Sum Guy pulls out a lead pipe from his cheap, brown, burlap looking suit and raises it up in an attempt to strike Valentine.*
Valentine: You kn-
*Before he can finish, Valentine swings the barb wire bat at Sum Guy's extended torso. Sum Guys gasps and bends over in pain, dropping the lead pipe and microphone. Valentine clubs Sum Guy down to the ground, ultimately knocking him to submission.*
Valentine: You're smart, I'll give you that. But, I think I could do a better job. Here, let me try this out...
*Valentine grabs the microphone and removes the tan jacket from Sum Guys limp body. He puts it on and begins to talk to the screen.*
Valentine: Hello everybody and I'm Sum Guy. I'm here with John "THE LION" Valentine and boy, he has quite the speech prepared!
*He gives a cheesy smile then proceeds to remove the jacket as if changing into the character of Valentine.*
Valentine: Look at me. Just take a gander for a second. You may not like it, you may love it. But listen to me, my unworthy judge. I AM John "The Lion" Valentine and there is one thing true, one thing guaranteed and that is the fact that the next man I face, the next man who steps into the "Squared Circle" with me will be the next man to fall to the treacherous "one-two-three." He will lose fair and square, I promise you that! And when my hand is raised to victory I will be one step closer to my goal. That's not necessarily the EWT World Title...It's respect. One more step to respect.
*Valentine drops the mic and motions the tan jacket to the unconscious Sum Guy.*
Valentine: Oh, and here's your jacket...I hope I didn't stretch it out.
*Valentine leaves the shot and the camera fades.*
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Post by raftshack on Jun 1, 2007 4:13:35 GMT -5
Delirious's theme starts up as we return from commerical, as he walks out on all fours down to the ring, looking wildly from side to side, heading down towards the ring, as the bell sounds for this next match.
Announcer: The following tag team contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from the Edge of Sanity, weighing in at 186 pounds, Delirious!
Delierious stops halfway down, simply staring at the ring now, remaining in his position as Jimmy Rave's own theme starts up after, as he comes down to the ring to boos aplenty.
Announcer: And his tag team partner, from Atlanta Georgia, weighing in at 200 pounds, Jimmy Rave!
Some fans in the front row reach down, then throw rolls and rolls of toilet paper over the barricade, completely covering Rave now, as he looks on in anger, while Delirious suddenly springs up, running over.
Delirious: PAPERPAPERPAPERPAPERPAPERPAPER!!!!!!!!
Rave growls, shoving Delirious away, as the two enter the ring now, Jimmy removing all of this paper rather swiftly, as they stand in the ring, awaiting their opponents now. Suddenly, the lights lower, but instead of their usual theme, a rather distorted rip off version of Preludium number 6 in d minor starts up, as the crowd looks to the entrance way, confused... until a familiar man walks down, wearing the fattest, of fat suits wobbles out from the back, a man known as Zeleke of course. He gives off an even madder expression then usual, almost crosseyed, as meanwhile from the side of the rampway, Faboon struts on down, wearing a business suit of some kind... as well as a pair of elevator shoes, stiffly marching down towards the ring, wearing a wear of oversized sunglasses. The crowd bursts into laughing as both men then stop down half way... as a very large random man walks out, dressed EXACTLY like Curly Long would! He kinds of dances down towards the ring, swinging his hips, as this trio makes their way towards the ring. Rave rubs his eyes in disbelief at the idiocy, while Delirious looks on in awe. Suddenly, the large man grabs a microphone, giving a familiar gap toothed grin.
Large Man: *reading a card* LADIES AND GENTLEMEN... FOR INTRODUCING THINE OPPONENTS... WEIGHING UPON A COMBINED WEIGHTING OF TWO HUNDRED TONS, FROM THE BARNYARD... ACCOMPANIED BY MY BEING... Poofy Short, Mr Mischief and Mr Shenanigans... THE GIANTLOSSAL JINGOES!!!
Mischief and Shennanigans quickly head to the ring, Mischief stopping halfway down, holding his chest and panting heavily... before resuming, then struggling to climb atop the apron, only to slip and fall, as a THUD sound is pumped through the Toomitron. Shennanigans walks over rigidly to help him, reaching forward and bending, managing to pull Mischief back up, only to fall down himself, holding his back in pain, as the "fat man" hmmmms, rubbing his belly, then reaching down under the ring, grabbing... a pig, which squeals, as he holds it up to his mouth, only for it to wriggle free, then scramble away, heading right up the rampway. Mischief tries to chase after it, only to give up after about two seconds, clutching his chest again. Shennanigans slowly sits back up by now, holding his back, as Delirious continues admiring this... sight. Finally, "Poofy" runs over, smacking both men on the head, causing them to start wailing loudly with sadness, Jimmy Rave burying his face in his hands and shaking his head now.
FINALLY, the two enter the ring, as Delirious and Mischief decide to start things off. Mischief takes two steps forward, only to clutch his chest again, laying down to rest now. Delirious looks at him, cackling and leaping atop, covering for the pin! 1...2....
Shennanigans runs in to try and stop it, only to TRIP right over the lizard man, landing flat on his face.
3!
And with that... this, match is over.
Announcer: Here are your winners... Jimmy Rave and Delirious!
The crowd at first boo, as Rave looks at the three, quite angrily, when suddenly Delirious walks over and grabs him, instantly clinching on the Cobra Stretch, as Rave gasps in pain, Delirious keeping him down, as "Mischief and Shennanigans pop up, shrugging, Poofy climbing into the ring, as they do a group Cabbage Patch to the crowd's strange delight.
We quickly cut to commercial.
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Post by Square on Jun 1, 2007 13:36:22 GMT -5
*back from commecial shows Andy "The Eagle" Davidson in the parking lot walking up to his transit van when out of nowhere a blood curdling scream is heard*
Andy Davidson: What the fu...
*the camera spins round to show a bulky woman wearing a leather catsuit holding a clipboard in one hand and a chain with two beutiful girls tied to at the end on there hands and knees*
Mystery woman: Well hello Mr Davidson what a treat it is to meet you. I have been watching you since you started your carrer here in EWT and I believe that you need the help of myself and my ladies.
AD: Listen love I dont know what your getting at here but I'm not intrested, im not into dominatrix and all that jazz.
MW: No, no, no I am offering you my services as a manager. For you see I wish to manage you as a way of publicising myself and my services outside of the ring.
AD: I don't even know you love and I am actually in a rush here so no th....
MW: My name is Mistress and here take a look at this before you say no again.
*Mistress hands over the clipboard and Davidson takes a quick look before throwing it into the back of the van*
Mistress: Ill give you my card if you wish. SLAVES KNEEL!
*the two chained girls kneel almosdt instantly after the command and Mistress puts her hand into the bust of one of the girls pulling out a card and handing it to Davidson*
Mistress: You'll be in contact im sure.
*Mistress walks off dragging the two "slaves" off while The Eagle is stood looking at the card*
AD: And I thought Madison was out of it
*cut to next scene*
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Ragnal
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Post by Ragnal on Jun 1, 2007 16:11:19 GMT -5
*Mike and Joe Ragnal are backstage, standing in front of the EWT banner. Mike has the World title over his shoulder, one hand placed flatly on the center plate.*
MIKE: Two days, ladies and gents. Two days until we show Rated X just who's boss. Corral's going to learn that he's never going to have a shot at my World title...
JOE: And Michaels to learn that you NEVER mess with a man inside his own baby gi-
MIKE: No.
JOE: Dammit...
MIKE: Still. What we're about to do on Sunday is take out Rated X for good. Corral, Michaels...and...my god, Joe, you know something? There's six people on that team, and I only remember two.
JOE: Well, who they got? THey have Austin Starr...some black dude...and Chris Evans?
MIKE: Naaaah, he changed his name because some comedian sued. HOWEVER, he's gonna wanna see this.
*Mike hands his brother a piece of paper.*
MIKE: That, of course, is the Wikipedia page of Jesse Nunez, who is currently wrestling forsome Extreme promotion.
JOE: Oh, WOW. Maybe now he'll have to change his name to Senor Cardgage or something!
*The brothers have a laugh over this, and eventually sigh for relief.*
MIKE: Man, I miss these days.
JOE: We're nostalgic, what do you expect?
MIKE: Good point. Still...Corral, Michaels...look who you're facing. Former tag team champs, a former Toolshed champ, former Tri-State Champ, CURRENT World champion...and all you have is an Ox title. THAT in itself is a laugh.
JOE: Ironically though, Corral holds the only title in EWT to never be held by a Ragnal.
MIKE: Yeah, and where'd THAT get him, right? The point though, is we outrank you...and we'll destroy you. But Rated X...just remember that this Sunday...is a party. And with most parties...
JOE: There's gonna be a lot of FUN!
MIKE: And THAT'S the Shocking Truth!
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Post by Joel, Mike, Currently...? on Jun 1, 2007 22:51:39 GMT -5
T&A are already in the middle of the ring, while Joel and Mike are already dancing to the ring, Keiko bouncing along behind, while Davies stalks somewhere far behind. Trish Stratus, whom I guess is back with T&A now that Merc is gone, snarls in Keiko's general direction, who points and giggles back at the former superstar, stuck with the two lamest lames that ever lamed.
Before Joel and Mike manage to finish their entrance with their in-ring dance moves, Test and Albert run out of the corner and blindside our dynerdic (shut up) duo, clubbing them in their backs, sending them to the mat. Both men team up on Joel, stomping him until he rolls out onto the floor, and go back to face Mike, whom had pulled himself to his feet. Test and Albert shoot Mike to the ropes, and upon his return, flapjack him up high into the air, letting him fall stomach first to the mat. Mike recoils, grabbing at his stomach; he's hurt. Davies looks on, and if he's concerned for his boys, he doesn't show it. In fact, he looks kind of bored...it is a T&A match after all.
Test turns around to go back to his corner, but winds up in a Springboard DDT courtesy of Joel. Test rolls down to the floor himself, where Trish berates him for sucking. Trish stops when a hand touches her shoulder, and yanks her into the crowd. The crowd parts like the red sea to reveal that SYNTHY has pulled Trish into a savage beatdown, to the delight of many around her. Keiko giggles even louder at Trish, while Dave looks at the going's on, his eyebrow raised in amusement, especially when Syn clocks Trish in the forehead with the leg of a chair.
Inside the ring, Albert is doing his best "WTF" face, just as Joel pulls him back into a schoolboy. Mike jams down and hooks Albert's legs for more force. The ref quickly counts three, and another win is in the Nyrds' book. The Nyrds and Keiko celebrate with a dance...but Davies is still looking on at Syn...very intrigued indeed... *COMMERCIAL*
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Post by Boku AKA Da Green Guy on Jun 2, 2007 1:13:54 GMT -5
Finkel: Ladies and Gentlemen the following match is one fall and is scheduled for one fall! In the ring at this time from Los Angeles, CA... Weighing in at 210 lbs... Joey “Magnum” Ryan! And his tag team partner... * ”Copa Cabana” by Barry Manilow plays. * *From out of the back comes, to a decent reception, comes Colt Cabana in his famous Cabana strut to the ring.* Finkel: From Maxwell Street in Chicago, IL... Weighing in at 235 lbs... “CLASSIC” COLT CABANA! *Cabana reaches the ring and enters to meet his partner. They shake hands exaggeratedly and discard their entrance attire. The Fink clears his throat.* Finkel: And their opponents.. * “Young, Dumb, & Ugly” by Weird Al begins to play over the speakers. * *Jobby erupts from of the curtains, repeatedly points at different crowd members as he runs from the right to the left side of the stage. At the 0:27, he runs back in the middle of the ramp and at the 0:38 Axel comes out from the EWT curtain. He looks very uncertain about the quality of the tone of the match with his opponents and his partner. Jobby holds his hand out, while Axel rubs his bottom lip for a second.* Finkel: From Jobstown, NJ & Modesto, CA respectively... Weighting in at 498... "The Wrestle Posse"! Tenacious J! *Axel leans in like Jobby, grabs his hand, and points at Jobby.* Finkel: And A! *Jobby give a huge smile before giving a pair of thumbs up. Jobby begins to walk down the ramp, while Axel is halted at the top of the ramp. Jobby runs around the center of the ramp in a circle. As he runs from side to side to high five fans, Axel walks fast to catch up. Axel gives a slow spin as he catches up with Jobby before climbing the steps. He walks through the ropes and climbs the nearest turnbuckle, giving little cheers as the crowd loves Jobby's hyper version of the Robot. Axel waves off the crowd, getting a decent amount of crowd members doing it back to him. He steps down just as Jobby rolls into the ring then proceeds to disrobe from his jacket. Jobby energetically points at Axel with both hands as Axel slowly reaches up for his shades. Axel pulls them off to a bit of fanfare then hands them off. Axel looks towards his opponents with an unsure look & cocked eyebrow. The music ends.* Cole: This is sure to be one of the oddest matches of the night. JBL: If by odd, you mean barely tolerable you'd be right. I feel sorry for what maybe the longest match in the Icon's life! Cole: Why would you say that? JBL: You have a man that wants to be Tom Selleck and essential twin idiots as the other participants in this match. Cole: ...So Jobby looks like Tom Selleck? JBL: NO! JOEY RYAN! Cole: Okay, just checking. *Jobby breaks Axel's concentration by stepping to the outside and slapping him on the back. Axel snaps back then realizes that he is going to start off the match for his team. While Joey Ryan wins the game of Rock, Paper, Scissors to enter for his team. The referee calls for the bell and the match is away. The two combatants circle each other before locking up. Or at least Axel tries but Ryan steps back to check his 'Stache. Feeling insulted, Axel tries for a quick Clothesline but it's ducked. Ryan quickly goes around Axel's back and levels the Icon with a Bulldog. The 70s lover takes this advantage seriously by dropping a few elbows. Not exactly wanting more elbows, Axel rolls out of the way. He quickly rises, with help from the ropes, and turns to take Ryan down. Or he would have had he not tasted the groovy boot of Ryan.* CRACK! “OOOOHHHHH!!!” JBL: WHAT A KICK! Cole: I THINK HE CALLS THAT THE SUPER 70s SUPERKICK! JBL: The what? Cole: The Super 70s Superkick! JBL: You sure know how to ruin the moment. *Halaway crumbles to the ground as Ryan makes the cover.* 1! 2! Ropebreak!!! Cole: Close one for Axel! JBL: That's the thing about Ryan, he maybe one stupid looking fool... But he's dangerous to those that underestimate him! *Ryan grabs Axel's leg and drags him over to the corner to tag in Colt Cabana. Some cheers are heard as Colt enters the match for the first time. He drags Axel to the center of the ring and goes for a cover.* 1! 2! KICKOUT! *Colt pushes Axel back down and covers him again.* 1! 2! KICKOUT! *He pushes Axel down again and rolls on his body to pin from the other side.* 1! 2! KICKOUT! *He pushes Axel down and sits on his face while trying to grab his legs.* 1! KICKOUT! JBL: What the hell is going on? Cole: Not sure but the crowd enjoyed it. JBL: They would. *Axel pushes Colt off while looking completely pissed off. He quickly rises to his feet as Colt locks up with him. To no avail as Axel kicks him in the gut hard then goes for an Irish Whip to the turnbuckle. It's countered! Axel slams into the turnbuckle and turns just as Colt slams his hips to Halaway.* JBL: AGAIN, AXEL HAS BEEN COUNTERED! Cole: He calls that move the Flying A******! JBL: WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY?! Cole: I just said what Colt calls that move. JBL: WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH THESE GUYS?! *Colt pushes Axel back up to the turnbuckle to slap him. The slap hits Axel back into reality seemingly. The face of the Icon burns with anger as Colt feeds into the crowd. Colt congas around the ring in a circle before running back to the cornered Axel. But Axel meets him halfway there beating him to the punch with a Running DDT. In seconds, Axel begins to lose his composure all over Colt's upper body. Halaway kicks Colt in the head then points to the ropes getting, to his surprise, a few boos. Shrugging it off, he runs to the ropes then jumps high in the air to off the rebound to hit a Knee Drop. He goes for a cover... No! He locks the head of Colt while punching him in the face repeatedly. After the referee pulls Axel off of Colt, the Icon rises.* Axel: HEY RYAN! I WANT YOU IN THIS RING! TAG IN NOW! Cole: Strong words from Axel Halaway. JBL: If there is one flaw of Axel, it's that temper of his. If he lets it consume him it just may cost him the match. *Axel drags the fallen Cabana to Ryan for him to tag in, who goes without delay. They lock up in the center of the ring. The larger Axel lifts him up for a Suplex but quickly drops him as Ryan punches out of it. Ryan uses the opening well by hitting a T-Bone Suplex on Axel. But Axel takes Ryan with him in a shocking Neckbreaker! Both are out cold in the center of the ring.* Cole: OH MY! JBL: Now that's why I consider Axel one of the future main eventers in EWT, when he is level headed he is the one of the best athletes in the ring.! Cole: I don't know about that, but that Neckbreaker was impressive. Did you see how Ryan's skull snap back? JBL: You can't forget, though, that Ryan did take Axel down with that move as well. Referee: 5....6.... *The crowd cheers on both competitors as they both crawl to their tag partners.* Referee: 8....9..... *Loud cheers.* *For the first time, Jobby McJobberston makes it into the ring as does the returning Colt. They run to the center then stop. They both look to the crowd in confusion as they stare at each other. They turn back to each other to raise an arm. The arms are lowered quickly. They both turn then swiftly to back into Jazz hands. They stop. They both lift a hand to their mouth to ponder the other.* JBL: I thought this was wrestling that is supposed to happen in this ring! Cole: They are like mirror images of each other! *Jobby and Colt turn to the crowd then turn back to say...* Jobby & Colt: DANCE OFF! *Jobby points to the sound crew and begins to Electric Shuffle to his theme “Dare to be Stupid”. Not to be outdone, Colt calls for his theme and struts around the ring in response. They meet back in the center then both began to strut to the golden tones of Barry Manilow. Ryan shakes his hips on the outside while pumping his fists. Axel, on the other hand covers his head in embarrassment.* JBL: WHAT.....THE.....HELL....IS GOING ON?! Cole: I like it, partner! Not often you see a dance off in a wrestling ring! JBL: I THOUGHT THAT TOO COOL WAS BROKEN UP A LONG TIME AGO! Referee: HEY! GET BACK TO THE MATCH! *Jobby and Colt look at each, nodding. They promise to fight then get back to action. They circle to try to lock up. But every time they get close, they pause.* Cole: It looks like they don't want to hurt each other, John. You might say that they are so close now that they don't want to! JBL: AM I IN THE WRONG BUILDING?! *Finally, Colt walks over to tag in Ryan. Ryan leaps over the top rope and into the ring. Before Ryan can lock up with Jobby but Jobby halts him with a hand.* Jobby: Wait! I want to do that too! Ryan: Go ahead, Turkey! Jobby: I'm JOBBY! JBL: I'm in hell. *Jobby exits to the apron and goes to leap to enter in the ring. He pulls himself up but he trips on the top rope and falls flat on his face in the ring. The crowd erupts in laughter as Axel kicks the bottom rope.* Cole: He calls that move Reaganomics! JBL: WHAT MOVE?! Cole: That move. JBL: I THINK I'M PHYSICALLY SICK FROM ALL THE ACTION IN THIS RING! I'M DISGRACED TO CALL MYSELF A WRESTLER RIGHT NOW! Cole: The crowd seems to enjoy it. JBL: ...I hate you. *Ryan lifts Jobby up by his head, places his head in a Front Face Lock then lifts his feet to the second rope.* Cole: Ryan's going for the Mustache Ride! JBL: I'm done. That's it. I refuse to commentate anymore! *As Ryan is about to finish off Jobby, Axel runs over and kicks his partner's feet off the ropes. Ryan quickly turns to see what happened as Colt accidentally distracts the referee while trying to help his partner. As Jobby is on all fours, Ryan steps over him to face Axel. Before Ryan can even get a word out, Axel drops an Axe Handle like Neckbreaker on the top rope which causes Ryan to snap back and trip on Jobby. As the referee has successfully pushed Colt back to return back to the legal men, he sees Jobby lightly pinning Ryan. The ref begins the count.* 1! 2! 3! *Loud cheers as Axel pulls Jobby out of the ring to celebrate the fact that this disgrace of a match (to him and JBL) is over.* Cole: What a match, eh John? JBL: ... Cole: Oh come on, John! JBL: .... Finkel: And your winners of this match... “THE WRESTLE POSSE” TENACIOUS J & A! *fade to commercial.*
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The Line
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Post by The Line on Jun 2, 2007 11:31:39 GMT -5
EWT Tag Team Title Match The Cidal Squad[c] vs. The New Rockers.
The New Rockers come out to some generic 80’s rock.
Finkel: Making their way to the ring, the challengers, Marty Jannetty and Leif Cassidy, THE NEW ROCKERS!
Once the New Rockers get to the ring, the arena turns black, as the familiar opening of “No Quarter plays over the loud speaker”. Red lights slowly rise, and as they do so, The Cidal Squad comes up through the ramp.
Finkel: Making their way to the ring, at a combined weight of 460 lbs, The EWT Tag Team Champions, “Sinnercidal” Jonathan Doe and “Insecticidal” Andy Duke, the Cidal Squad!
The ref takes the belts, shows them to both teams, holds them up in the air, and signals for the time keeper to ring the bell. This match is underway.
Joey Styles: Hello, and welcome to what should be a great tag team bout, as the New Rockers challenge the Cidal Squad in just their second defense.
JBL: This should indeed. But if the Squad do what to the New Rockers what they did to the Dream Team last week, we’re not going to have new champions. Hell, we won’t even need stretchers to cart them out, we’ll need body bags!
The match starts out with the teams leaders, Marty Jannetty and Andy Duke, locking up in the center of the ring. Marty Jannetty locks Duke in a headlock, but Duke quickly reverses it into an irish whip. He attempts to end this one early by hitting a lariat, but Jannetty is able to duck underneath. When Duke turns around, he is met with a picture-perfect dropkick. Jannetty tags into Leif Cassidy.
JBL: I don’t know if this is possible, but I think Leif Cassidy is the Marty Jannetty to Marty Jannetty’s Shawn Michaels.
Styles: Never underestimate any man in a tag match, especially when titles are up for grabs.
Cassidy comes in and quickly barrages Duke with a series of fore-arms. He is signaling for something. A super kick to end this one early. Duke stands up, and…Catches the foot! Duke takes him down and locks him in an STF! But Cassidy gets to the ropes. As Cassidy is laying halfway on the apron, Duke runs into the ropes an dropkicks him down onto the floor, as Duke tags in the big man, Jonathan Doe.
Styles: To quote “Good Ole” JR, business is about to pick up.
JBL: I have to agree with you there. Doe is billed as an even 245, but those are old statistics from when he came in early this year. I wouldn’t be surprised to find out he weighs OVER 250.
Doe rolls to the outside, and starts laying the boots to Cassidy. The ref’s count gets up to 8, but Doe does a quick roll in-roll out, causing the count to be renewed.
Styles: I don’t know the reasoning behind that. The Squad would have retained on a count-out.
JBL: You really are that thick, aren’t you? They want to win undisputedly. No haze will be cast over their reign.
It looks like Marty Jannetty has seen enough, and now he gets into the ring. He runs into the ropes, and PLANCHAS over the top, thus taking out Doe. He then picks up Cassidy and throws him back into the ring. But not so fast! Duke is in the ring, and once again drop-kicks him off the apron, thus renewing the 10 count. He looks like he wants to dive. Into the ropes, bounces off, and TOPE SUICIDA to the floor!
Styles: OH MY GOD!
All four men start to rise as the ref’s count approaches 7. Doe reaches the ring by about 8, and Cassidy does shortly after. This match will continue back in the ring. Although both men were able to get back up, they still aren’t doing too terribly great stamina-wise, as both are down in the ring. Duke and Jannetty both are able to get back to their corners, as the ref starts the 10-count.
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As Duke is able to get to his feet, the New Rockers are poised and ready. Here we go! But no! Doe out of no where with a Mafia kick to the side of Cassidy’s head! That kick sends Cassidy out of the ring, and Doe follows him. Jannetty still tries to carry out the dropkick, but Duke ducks it. As Jannetty gets back up, he is met with a vicious LARIAT! Duke climbs to the top rope. 450 SPLASH! That’s it!
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Finkel: Here are your winners, and still EWT Tag Team Champs, THE CIDAL SQUAD!
Styles: What a great match! And I think the Cidal Squad got a little more than they bargained for that match.
JBL: I would have to agree, and the opponents are only gonna get tougher. They have the skills to have a long reign. They just need to mentally be fit. Last week, they had the Dream Team beat mentally. This week, they were expecting a sure-fire win, and even though they got that, against a tougher team, we’d see new champs.
The Cidal Squad take their belts and start to exit. Before they do, Duke mouths to the camera “Two down!”
Winners: The Cidal Squad
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Post by The Line on Jun 2, 2007 11:41:56 GMT -5
The Cidal Squad comes back through the curtains after their successful defense, as Sum Guy meets up with them.
Sum: Hey! Duke, Doe! Good Job out there! I've been trying to get a hold of you since Crap-a-Mania!
Duke: Yes, thats true. Jonathan and I have been rather elusive to the public since our recent victory.
Sum: So, what are your plans now that you have the belts?
Duke: We have two goals. To bring tag team wrestling back to its former glory, back to the top of the card. Our second goal is to make these belts world titles.
Sum: What are your thoughts on the upcoming House Party and Toomi's, and the TLC Battle Royal to determine the new boss? I noticed neither of you are listed as participants in that match.
Doe: Allow me to field this one. We considered it, but then we realized, The Cidal Squad already has control of this company. We have the World Heavyweight Champion, Mr. Ragnal, and the EWT Tag Team Champions, soon to be WORLD Tag Team Champions, Mr. Duke and myself. To win that match would just a waste of time just to gain a worthless figure-head position.
Duke: Face it. The Cidal Squad is THE GOLD STANDARD here in EWT! We the two most important titles in the company's history.We own this place. The rest is just formalities.
Duke and Doe exit screen left.
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Post by teamireland on Jun 2, 2007 14:26:20 GMT -5
*Cut to ringside. Mark Briscoe is already in the ring awaiting his opponent when the opening strains of "I'm Shipping Up To Boston" filter in. At the upbeat of the song, Coach O'Hare saunters out onto the ramp & waves that Tricolour around like there's no tomorrow. "The Celtic Giant" follows closely behind & flexes a bit on the ramp.* Toni "The Garc" Garcya: His opponent, representing Team Ireland, being accompanied by Coach O'Hare, weighing in at 297lbs, from Galway, Ireland, "The Celtic Giant"... SHANE... MALONE! *Team Ireland's usual big-ass pyro goes off on the ramp as Malone & O'Hare continue on down. O'Hare gets right in the camera.* O'Hare: This lad better be ready to "MAN UP"! *Malone steps in the ring as Briscoe jaws at him. Malone stands & stares down Briscoe.* DING-DING! *Briscoe & the Team Ireland powerhouse lock-up.Shane gets an early advantage & shoves Mark to the mat. Briscoe gets back up & charges Shane. Firing repeated forearm shots at "The Celtic Giant". Shane takes these shots as though they were some form of minor irritation & responds with a huge clothesline to Briscoe. Shane brings Mark to his feet & clotheslines him again. Shane lifts Mark back to his feet again, but before he can do anything, Mark delivers a chop to Shane's chest. Shane obviously felt the sting of that one. Mark hits Shane with another chop & another. He drives Shane back to the ropes & attempts to whip the big man to the opposite side. Shane manages to reverse this & whips Mark. Briscoe manages to tumble over the ropes & land safely on the ring apron. He launches himself back inside & takes Shane down with a Springboard Missile Dropkick. Mark goes to cover Shane...*
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*With Shane still on the ground, Mark leaps on to the ropes & performs a Double Springboard Senton on Shane. Not feeling this is enough, Briscoe scales the ropes looking for a Shooting Star Press. Shane, however, gets to his feet & grabs Briscoe by the throat & groin & bales him into the ring. Shane stalks Mark as he gets back to his feet. The instant Mark turns around to face Malone, "The Celtic Giant" floors him with a massive Spear! Shane goes for the cover...*
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*Shane tries dragging Briscoe to his feet, but Mark battles back by elbowing Shane in the gut. Briscoe takes a bit of evasive action & rolls outside the ring. Shane tries to follow by stepping oner the top rope. At this point, Mark jumps back up onto the ring apron & shakes the rope just as Shane steps over. He manages to catch Shane right in the nads. Shane straddles the top rope in pain. Briscoe slides back inside & performs a Springboard Clothseline to the prone Malone. Shane is knocked to the outside, wher O'hare dashes over to ensure the well-being of his charge. Mark seeks to follow up his assault on Shane with a Suicide Plancha. O'Hare rolls Shane out of the way at the last second & Briscoe eats concrete. O'Hare & Malone roll Mark back into the ring & Shane hits Briscoe with the "Gal-A-Way Slam"...*
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*Shane makes an attempt to whip Briscoe towards a corner, Briscoe counters & Shane goes crashing into the turnbuckles. With considerable effort Mark gets Shane up top & attempts to set him up for a Superplex, but Shane just fights him off. Shane knocks Mark to the outside. Mark responds by cracking Shane one in the jaw. Shane is mildly dazed due to a combination of the ounch & being quite high up. Mark launches himself back into the ring & catches Shane's head! SPRINGBOARD DIAMOND CUTTER! Briscoe covers...*
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*O'Hare can audibly be heard to breathe a sigh of relief. Briscoe decides to go up top. He flies off with a Shooting Star Press. However, Shane has rolled out of the way. Briscoe has missed entirely! Shane yanks Briscoe up & whips him to a corner. Shane follows up with a Stinger Splash. As a dazed Briscoe stumbles out from the corner, Shane hefts him up ontohis shoulders & hits the "Irish Car Bomb"...*
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DING-DING-DING! Garcya: HERE IS YOUR WINNER... SHANE MALONE!!!
*O'Hare & Malone celebrate in the ring a little before heading on round to the the back for further festivities. And we cut to whatever's next...*
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