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Post by Toom E. Guci on Nov 4, 2007 13:21:05 GMT -5
* Survival of the Fittest opens in a gym, where we see 2 men working out. Both men are acting like they are competing in working out until one pain collapses in pain, grabbing his groin. The other man points & laughs, as we cut to the arena. The ring is set up as the entryway looks like a gymnasium. The fans are going crazy, as we cut to the ring for our opening match.*
*Mystery makes her way out to the ring to a... bemused reaction from the crowd. She's not usually a big fan favourite, but some of the crowd here aren't too big on Tiffany.*
Annnouncer: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from Parts Unknown, weighing in at an undisclosed amount... MYSTERY!
"4-3-2-1...
4-3-2-1...
1-2-3- WHOO!"
*Tiffany excitedly dashes out onto the entrance ramp. This is her first PPV match & against a well-established GND too. She can barely contain her excitement, just as her strained top can barely contain her oversized implants. Her light pink, midriff baring top is stretched so tight over her ridiculous looking boobs that it may as well be transparent & her tiny Daisy Duke shorts look as if they might rip apart if Tiff bends over (despite the fact that she has a tiny wee ass). Tiff does a Cartwheel on her way down to the ring, but she loses her balance & lands flat on her behind. The ring announcer tries to stifle a snicker as he introduces her.*
Announcer: And her opponent, from Los Angeles, California, weighing in at 118lbs... TIFFANY!
*Tiffany regains her composure & continues on down to the ring in her usual over-excited fashion. She struggles to keep her top from ripping asunder as she bends over to get inside the ring. She should probably be concerned about those shorts of hers too. She scales the turnbuckles & faces her fans waving to the crowd & blowing them kisses. She leaps back of the turnbuckle, her boobs nearly smashing her in the face. Tiff performs the splits as Mystery glares at her, unperturbed. The nerdish horny males in the crowd let out a cheer, though.*
*Tiffany & the referee have a few words before the match begins. As they do so, Mystery attacks Tiffany, elbowing her hard in the side of the head.*
DING-DING!
*Tiffany falls to the mat & gets back up on one knee. Mystery harshly slaps Tiffany as she's in this kneeling position. Tiffany gets back up to her feet & charges at Mystery, taking her down with a modified Spear/Double Leg Takedown. Tiff goes into full Catfight mode, sitting atop Mystery & banging her head off the mat until the referee steps in & yanks Tiffany off the masked woman. Surprisingly, the crowd reacted positively to Tiffany. Catfighting is about the only thing the girl can do right. Tiff relases Mystery & gives her a Snapmare. She then follows up by whipping Mystery towards a corner. This is the most complicated series of wrestling manouveres Tiffany has been known to ever do! She slowly runs towards the corner, but Mystery gets a boot up. Tiffany grabs Mystery's leg & drags her out to the middle of the ring. She shoves Mystery down to the mat, still holding her leg. Tiff then performs the world's sloppiest looking Slingshot & sends Mystery across the ring. She performs some terribly weak looking stomps on Mystery before bringing the masked woman back to her feet. Tiffany attempts a German Suplex, but Mystery clings on to the ropes. Mystery keeps a hold of Tiff's left arm & reverses into a Fujiwara Armbar! They are too close to the ropes, so Tiff easily reaches them. But Mystery drags Tiffany out to the centre of the ring & slams Tiff's left arm on the mat. She then twists the arm around & performs a Leg Drop on it. Mystery goes for a cover...*
1...
2...
KICKOUT!
*Back on her feet, Mystery whips Tiffany to the ropes & catches her with a Flapjack. Tiffany fails to properly elevate herself so the move comes across as rather poorly executed. Mystery drags Tiffany back to her feet & whips her into a corner. Mystery comes charging after her, looking for a Stinger Splash or similar move, presumably. But Tiffany forgets where exactly she's supposed to be & what she should be doing. She runs right back at Mystery & the two women collide; both of them are knocked down. After a brief count from the referee both women get back to their feet. Tiff grabs a hold of Mystery & tries for a Backslide... *
1...
2...
KICKOUT!
*Mystery runs towards Tiffany & Tiffany responds with an Arm Drag... then another... both with the left arm that Mystery had been working on earlier & with no ill effect . Oh, well, the crowd don't seem to have noticed. Tiffany whips a seemingly disoriented Mystery towards the corner. Mystery springs up on to the middle rope & flies back at Tiff with a Cross Body Block. Mystery whips Tiffany towards the ropes & sets up for a Back Body Drop, but she telegraphs the move. Tiffany cartwheels behind Mystery & kicks her in the butt. Mystery falls to the mat as Tiff delivers the weakest stomps in wrestling. Tiff brings Mystery back to a standing position & delivers her finisher: a crappy looking "Implant DDT" (ac~hem). Tiff's so weak she can barely even lift Mystery off the mat to deliver the move properly. Never the less, Tiff goes ahead & covers Mystery after the manouvere...*
1...
2...
KICKOUT!
*Mystery rolls outside the ring. She's actually surprised that Tiffany seems to be showing signs of improvement here. Could this be the first match in which Tiffany is able to claim a pinfall victory? Tiffany follows Mystery out to the floor & promptly whips her against the security rail. Mystery actually winces in pain, but also gives a bit of a smile. Tiffany seems to be showing more fire than she ever has before! That doesn't stop Mystery from trying to dampen Tiffany's spirits. Mystery ignores the pain in her lower back & clotheslines Tiffany viciously. Fed up of pussy-footing around, Mystery gets a chair. The crowd cheers sadistically, except the Tiffany fan boys who are distraught that their favourite Diva is about to get a pasting. The referee follws closely behind Mystery, telling her she'll lose the match if she uses the chair on Tiffany, but Mystery advances undaunted. As Mystery swings the chair back ready to strike Tiffany, the referee grabs it & takes it off her, placing it back where it came from. Mystery is not too happy about that, but she finds some solace in blasting Tiffany with a series of stiff elbow shots. Mystery drags Tiffany back up by the hair & tosses her back into the ring, giving her a major wedgie with those tight denim shorts as she does so.*
*Tiff gets back to her feet just as Mystery gets back in the ring. Acting quickly, Tiff kicks Mystery right in the head. More stunned by the impact than actually hurt, Mystery is down. Tiff stands with a leg each side of Mystery's body & performs a sexy little dance, much to the delight of EWT's horny male demographic & to the chagrin of actual wrestling fans in the audience. The ref orders Tiff to get on with the match. Tiffany steps away from Mystery for a moment to have a private word with the official. She presses her chest against his in some hope of swaying him. Tiff turns back around & sees Mystery running towards her. Tiffany catches Mystery & tries to take her over for a Power Slam, but Tiffany isn't strong enough to complete the move & it fails miserably when Mystery lands right on top of her! The audience, spotting the obvious mistake, boo loudly & chant "YOU F***ED UP! YOU F***ED UP!" Mystery tries to cover up Tiffany's horrendous botch by moving straight into a cover... *
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3!!!
DING-DING-DING!
*Mystery wins! And the portion of the crowd that appreciates her hard work jeer themselves hoarse!*
Announcer: Here is your winner... MYSTERY!
*Mystery basks in the cheers of the audience for a change & hopes that a certain "British Brawling Machine" was paying attention to the match. Tiffany, on the other hand rather sheepishly gets to her feet & extends a hand to Mystery. Mystery glares at the swimsuit-model-turned-wrestler & merely walks off without shaking her hand.*
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Post by Toom E. Guci on Nov 4, 2007 13:21:54 GMT -5
*We now cut to Jim Ross and Bobby Heenan at the announce table.*
Jim Ross: Hello, and welcome back. That last match was a slobber knocker, wasn’t it Bobby?
Bobby Heenan: Yeah it was. And this next match is going to be, too. These two guys aren’t a couple of ham-and-eggers like some of the guys you’ll see tonight.
Jim Ross: I had the chance to sit down with these earlier today, individually, to ask their thoughts about this match. I’d like to show you those now.
*we cut to Jim Ross, backstage, conducting a sit-down interview with Andy Duke*
Ross: Andy, first off, why are you having this match?
Duke: In every tag team that has even had the slightest amount of success, people always ask the question “Who is the Shawn Michaels and who is the Marty Jannetty?”. Well, this match will prove beyond a shadow of a doubt just who is who in the Cidal Squad.
Ross: You have made your wish if you win this match clear. You want to get the tag titles back. Why this as your wish?
Duke: Because, the whole point of our break as a team was to prove who was better, and if I who prove myself as the better man, then I see no reason why we shouldn’t be able to team again and use our rematch clause.
Ross: As we all saw, you and Ms. King are no longer an item. Is that going to effect your match?
Duke: I’d like to say no, but when you go out there and fight, there are sometimes where you just can’t stop what emotions come at you. The fact of the matter is, her and I were together for almost 2 years. She and I were together longer than I have been an active wrestler. She was my only real semblance of stability, and now that’s gone, so really, I can’t give an answer.
*We cut to Jim Ross talking to Jonathan Doe*
Ross: What are your thoughts on this match?
Doe: Its simple, Duke and I have to prove just who the better man is. We have to prove who is the weak link, and who is the strongest, and we can’t continue with our careers until that’s proven.
Ross: You have chosen to keep your wish secret until after this match. Why is that? And what are your thoughts on Duke’s wish? Doe: It all just boils down to mind games, really. I mean, Duke’s wish really isn’t anything that bad. Yeah, I want to win the match to prove that I am the one, but even if I don’t end up on top, the result of the match won’t be too trying. And I’ll still have chances to prove myself again down the road. But see, he has no idea what I want. It could be a wish like his, where in the end it benefits us both, or it could be something so bad that he’d rather die than have it come true. So he has no idea what he’s fighting against, and if he really should even be fighting against it in the first place. I think I answered both questions there.
Ross: To put it lightly, Mr. Duke has been having some personal problems as of late. Do you think those will work to your advantage in your match tonight?
Doe: In the time I’ve teamed with him and gotten to know him, Andy has had other personal problems. Whether it be other problems with Alexa, or after Mike left, or even other things that I don’t feel its my place getting into, Andy has never really let them get to him. In fact, he’s always kind of used them to his advantage. I’ve never seen anyone be able to fight with such fire in the ring. To be honest, I’m kind of scared to go out there tonight. I have no idea what he might pull. What you’ll see out there tonight isn’t the same Andy Duke who won the tag titles with me this past May. Hell, this isn’t even the same Andy Duke you saw last December leaving half his body in Iraq to try and capture the Toolshed title. I’ve never seen him quite like this. I think this may have been the final straw. I think he’s finally broken.
*We cut back to the Andy Duke interview*
Ross: One last question; After the events since you lost the belts, do you show any resentment towards him?
Duke: He and I are like brothers.
Ross: You didn’t really answer my question.
Duke:….No. None at him. Its just that nothing seems right anymore. I see people who have been in this company for a hiccup and a cup of coffee already getting more exposure than I am right now. Its just frustrating. And all the stuff happening with Alexa and I. Its just so…frustrating. And it feels so god damn good to take all that out on someone. I just want to make someone hurt. And I sure as hell can’t do that to all the people that deserve it. So tonight, Jonathan, no hard feelings, but you’re going to be my whipping boy. My scapegoat. And if you know what’s good for you, boy, you’ll lay down, shoulders square to the mat, you’ll accept it, and you won’t get up. The stupidest thing you could possibly do right now is get up. You’ve never seen me quite like this. I don’t want to hurt you, but I have no choice!
*We cut to Jonathan Doe, who’s been asked the same question*
Doe: I have no resentment towards him at all. In fact, I love the dude. I was an only child, so Andy is like a little brother to me. But the thing is, even your little brother annoys you. Every once in a while, you have to take your brother down into the basement and knock him around a little. Just to beat a little sense into him. Nothing major, just cuts and bruises. Enough to make him realize that he has a place, and that’s where he shall stay.
*We cut back to the announce table.
Heenan: I can say right now that I do not envy what you did today.
Ross: Uh...thanks. This match is going to probably be one of the more emotional bouts we’ve seen in a while.
Heenan: Just the tension alone will make this match worth it.
Ross: These two have never been on opposing sides before, so it will definitely be interesting.
Heenan: Understatement of the year right there, Ross.
Ross: Well, without further ado, Brain, lets send it to the Fink!
*We now cut to the ring, where Howard Finkel is preparing to give the pre-match introductions.
Finkel: The following match is scheduled for one fall, has a time limit of 60 minutes, and is a NO DISQUALIFICATIONS Match. The winner of this bout will be granted 1 wish in which he can use in his favor for whatever he wants, within reason, as long as it only seriously effects the loser. The granting of said wish will be overseen by the EWT Co-owners.
* The lights here in the EWT arena fade to the trademark red and black, as the remix of “Closer” by Nine Inch Nails echoes throughout the arena. Jonathan Doe makes his way to the ring, and he looks ready for business. He gets into the ring and awaits his opponent.
* “Kashmir” by Led Zeppelin begins to play throughout the arena, as Andy Duke makes his grandiose entrance, which is even more grandiose in comparison to the no-frills entrance of Jonathan Doe. As Andy comes out, alone, in a gaudy robe, a multitude of gold sparks begin to rain down on either side of him. He takes his time getting to the ring, an goes to his corner, after playing to the crowd.
Ross: Its quite a rare sight to see Andy Duke coming down to the ring alone after all these months.
Heenan: You’re right about that. Its like a king without his court. A champion boxer without his posse. A judge without a jury. Jesus without his disciples.
*With both men in opposite corners, its time to do the individual introductions. Howard Finkel, still in the center of the ring, will be doing the honors.
Finkel: In the corner to my right, from the City of Sin, weighing in at 225, he is a former EWT World Tag Team Champion and is a member of the Cidal Squad, “Sinnercidal” Jonathan DOOOOOOOOOOOE!
*Part of the crowd begins “Lets Go Doe!” chants, while the rest of the crowd begins to boo.
Finkel: AAAANDDD…his opponent….
*The half of the crowd that was just chanting begins to boo, while the booing part begins to chant “Lets go Dukester!”
Finkel: In the corner to my left, hailing from Chewelah, Washington, weighing in at 215 pounds…
*Duke whispers in Finkel’s ear.
Finkel: Weighing in at 215 pounds…EXACTLY. He is a former EWT World Tag Team Champion…
*Duke whispers in Finkel’s ear again.
Finkel: the Captain of the best damn faction here in EWT, he is better than everyone here in attendance…
*Again, Duke whispers as the part that was booing Duke earlier begins a “F*** You Andy!” chant .
Finkel: Everyone except Bobby “The Brain” Heenan,
*The camera cuts to a smiling Bobby Heenan, as the crowd chants “Bobby’s Awesome!”
Finkel: And tonight, will be celebrating his one year anniversary here in EWT, “Insecticidal” Annnnnnddddyyyyy DUUUUUUUUKE!
*The referee frisks both opponents, and begins to ask each man if they understand the rules. The following is picked up on a house mic;
Ref: So, you understand everything?
Duke: (jokingly) So it’s a 3 count for a pin? Ref: Yeah. Anything else?
Duke: What can I get away with before you DQ me? I mean, are you easy or all uptight?
*Doe walks over to Duke and “bitch-slaps” Duke down to the ground, as the crowd “OH”’s after the hit. The ref signals for the bell to ring, and this match is FINALLY underway. Doe yells at Duke, which is picked up on a house mic.
Doe: WILL YOU GET SERIOUS?!?!?!
Duke: OK
*Duke, still on the ground, does a leg sweep on Doe, and takes a page out of Randy Orton’s play book and locks in a chinlock.
Ross: Well, I’m glad that this match is finally underway. I was not expecting that much shenanigans and tomfoolery before this match, especially considering what was said by each man earlier today.
Heenan: What you have to understand is that despite all that was said earlier, these two are still best friends. I’m sure they like just shooting the breeze with each other as much as ever.
Ross: Yeah, but there comes a time when you probably shouldn’t be “shooting the breeze”, and being in the ring at a PPV about to start an important match is definitely one of those times.
*Duke still has Doe in that chinlock, as about half of the crowd begins to chant “Lets go Doe”. The other half, not to be outdone, begins their own chant of “Lets Go Duke”. At first it appears that the crowd was giving Doe some energy, but a well timed cross-face blow by Duke put an end to that.
Ross: It appears that we have a split decision here in the crowd tonight. And I for one am surprised.
*Doe is finally able to get to his feet, and some well placed elbows to the gut of Duke get him out of the chinlock. Both men now stand face-to-face in the center of the ring, and lock-up in your standard wrestling tie-up.
*Duke wins the tie-up by locking in a headlock. Doe reverses it by Irish whipping Duke into the ropes. On the rebound, Doe hit’s a shoulder block on Duke. Doe runs into the ropes and goes for an elbow drop, but no water in the pool, as Duke is able to safely roll out of the way, and now he’s in the driver’s seat.
*Duke delivers kicks to the back of a seated Doe, and moves to Doe’s front, and starts delivering kicks to Doe’s chest. Duke runs into the ropes and delivers a stiff kick to the chest. With Doe down, Duke climbs the ropes. He flies of the top rope, attempting to deliver an elbow drop, but this time its Doe who is able to roll out of the way, and Duke hits nothing but canvas.
Ross: Duke could have seriously hurt his arm on that failed elbow from the top.
Heenan: We’ll have to see if that effects him later in the match. But I think in a match such as this with the stakes as high as they are, Duke is going to work through it.
Ross: He’ll have to, otherwise he’ll find himself on the losing end of this match-up here tonight.
*Doe quickly capitalizes, and locks Duke in an armbar. Duke tries to roll out of it, but is unsuccessful. Duke, after much struggling, is able to get to the ropes. Doe breaks the hold, backs away from Duke, and charges at him, but Duke is able to pull down the top rope, sending Doe out to the floor.
Ross: This may have been just the advantage Duke needs in this match!
Heenan: You might be right there, JR.
*With Doe standing on the arena floor, Duke runs into the ropes, and TOPE SUICIDA to the floor! Duke pops back up quickly as the crowd cheers wildly. Duke picks Doe up, but Doe is able to stop Duke from throwing him back into the ring, by Irish Whipping him into the ring post.
*With Duke standing against the post, Doe runs towards him and tries to hit a Mafia kick…but Duke moves, and Duke hits nothing but post!
JR: That may have broken his leg!
Heenan: That easily could leave some long-term damage. A broken leg, a sprained ankle, a dislocated knee. It could be a variety or combination of any of those things. Either way, that may have just more or less sealed Doe’s fate.
*Doe writhes on the ground, as Duke stomps on the leg. He picks Doe up and props him up against the ring post, much like how he was just a few moments earlier. Duke goes for one of his signature moves, a lariat, but Doe is able to move out of the way this time, and Duke arm bends sickly around the post.
Heenan: Well, any advantage that Duke had just flew out the window. What a stupid, stupid move.
*Doe takes advantage of this, and begins to go under the ring to pull out some weapons, he throws chairs, a 2x4 wrapped in barbed wire, and he pulls a table out and slides it in the ring. Duke knocks Doe from behind with a forearm, and slides him into the ring. Duke throws another chair, and follows him into the ring.
*Both men are up now, each with a chair in hand. Duke delivers a chair shot to Doe, but he does not falter. Doe returns the favor, but Duke also stands tall. We might be seeing shades of Tanaka/Awesome or Mankind/Rock here. Duke delivers another strong shot that rocks Doe back into the ropes, but Doe delivers a running chair shot to Duke! Duke HULKS UP, as Doe delivers ANOTHER chair shot! But Duke still doesn’t go down, and Duke delivers probably the hardest chair shot in the history of man, that finally sends Doe down.
Heenan: After this match, but men will probably have brain damage!
JR: Which really won’t bode well for Duke!
Heenan: You better hope he doesn’t hear you say that. He might be a little off his rocker, but he’s not a dummy!
*Duke picks up the barbed-wire 2x4, but instead of using it to hit Doe, he ditches the 2x4, and removes the barbed-wire. He begins to wrap it around his fore-arm, as Doe, who is now a bloody mess, begins to rise. Duke hits him with a lariat with the barbed-wire forearm!
Heenan: Oh wow!
JR: That might be it!
Heenan: If that’s not it, I don’t know if I want to see what exactly will end it.
JR: I agree.
*Duke goes for the cover…
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Kickout!
Duke gets up and tosses Doe stomach first into the turnbuckle. He climbs to the top, and it looks like he will go for a Cidal Bomb!
JR: Well, this might be what ends it.
Heenan: I’ve got to agree with you there.
*Duke attempts the bomb, but Doe reverses it, but Duke is able to land on his feet. When Doe jumps down he gets hit with a huge SUPERKICK! Duke goes for another pin.
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*Another Kickout!
*Duke grabs the table, and begins to se it up. He successfully sets it up and props Doe on it. He climbs the top ropes, and looks to be attempting a moonsault. But he almost looses his balance, and takes a moment to re-adjust himself. But that moment was all the chance Doe needs. Doe springs up, and jumps to the second rope. BACKDROP DRIVER off the top rope through the table!!!
*The crowd goes nuts, chanting “HOLY S***”, and then changing it to “THAT WAS AWESOME”. Both men have been on the canvas for what feels like minutes. Doe is finally able to roll one arm over onto Duke. The crowd counts along with the referee as he makes the count.
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3!
Doe gets the win! “Closer” begins to play over the PA system as Doe begins to come to his senses, as the crowd chants “THAT MATCH RULED!”
Ring Announcer: Here is your winner, and the recipient of one wish, JONATHAN DOOOOEEEE!
*Jonathan celebrates in the ring, as Duke comes to his senses. Various superstars and students file into the ring, and begin to clean out the ring and help Duke and Doe. Doe waives off the help, and helps Duke off the ground, and hugs him. Duke raises Does hand, and pats him on the back. The camera pans around the various people in the ring, and catches Alexa King. She looks at Duke, Duke looks at her, and she leaves. Soon the other students and superstars leave, the referee leaves, just leaving Duke and Doe in the ring. Doe leaves Duke alone in the ring, who has a thoughtful look on his face. All the while the Laguna Coil Remix of “Closer” by Nine Inch Nails continues to be played over the PA system, multiple times.
*Fade to a promo for “The Sky’s the Limit II” DVD.
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Post by Toom E. Guci on Nov 4, 2007 13:22:20 GMT -5
*Backstage, we see inside the office of Toom E. Dangerously & Dorf. Before things can completely be established, the door swings openly violently and “The Icon” Axel Halaway walks in. Behind him comes Jobby McJobberston, who stares at the door in shock. The image of both of them brings a mild reception from the crowd.*
Axel: I have something t-
Jobby: We came here to watch Miami Vice and eat pop rocks... AND DON JOHNSON IS NO WHERE TO FOUND!
*Axel pauses to stare at Jobby.*
Axel: Are you done?
Jobby: Wait, let me check.
*Fifteen seconds of dead air later.*
Jobby: Okay, I'm done.
Axel: ...Right. Anyway, I'm here-
Boss: Who are you again?
Axel: (If Toom E.) The guys you've screwed out of many chances for your own amusement that's who! And it ends now! (Dorf) The guys that you seemingly you go out of the way to bury whenever possible. And we're through with it!
Boss: Oh really now?
Axel: Yes! Right Jay?
Jobby: Yes!
Axel: You... weren't listening were you?
Jobby: I was! I agree, that Tubs was truly underrated as a character! ...But why did we have to talk about that in here?
Axel: *Face palms self.*
Boss: (reaction)
Axel: *Steaming* You know damn well why we're here! How come you didn't give us a match for this PPV?
Boss: (answer)
Axel: Likely story... Just like how strange it is that every time there's tag title shot, we're never anywhere close on the list?
Boss: I wouldn't know anything about that.
Axel: Enough of this crap! I want a match and I want it right damn now!
Boss: Alright, you got it.... For next week, on normal EWT programming.
Axel: WHAT?! YO-
Jobby: Who are we facing? RAFT SHACK?! THE GUARDIANLS?!
Boss: *Smirk* Even better...
Jobby: TJT?!
Boss: No... CAP.
*Tenacious J & A both give blank stares.*
Jobby: Are you serious?
Boss: Very.
Axel: That's not what I meant!
Boss: Well, you wanted a match and a gave you one. Hey, win this match and maybe you'll get closer to the titles.
Jobby: OH KAY THEN! WILL DO!
Axel: I'll believe that when I see it.
Boss: Yes well, now that you're done... Clear out of my office or I'll be forced to call security!
*Axel glares at Boss before being pulled away by Jobby. Before they step out of the door completely, Boss shouts out one last word.*
Boss: Oh and boys...
*At same time*
Axel: *Nerved* Yea?
Jobby: *Excited* YES?!
Boss: Do break a leg.
Axel: *Smirk* Cruis' or Songstra's?
*With that, the Wrestle Posse completely exit the office.*
Boss: I'm getting tired of those two idiots.
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Post by Toom E. Guci on Nov 4, 2007 13:22:38 GMT -5
Finkel: The following match is scheduled for one fall and the winner will become the NEW number one contender for the GND Championship! Introducing first..
~"Tablescraps" begins to play as a few stilt walkers, fire breathers, lion tamers and gymnasts appear on the stage, all looking weird and creepy, of course. Madison soon makes her way through the curtain with her lumbering bodyguard, Mr.Bunny behind her. Mr.Bunny is holding two large sparklers as Madison seems almost hypnotized by all the flashing lights and colors. She snaps out of it and takes a Londrick style run to the ring, sliding in on her belly and laying across the middle like a spider. She springs to her feet and takes a few quick bows in all directions~
Finkel: Being accompanied to the ring by Mr.Bunny..she hails from The Dead Moon Circus..Madison..Theeeeeeeee Clown Giiiirrrrrrrrrl!
Ross: Here we see Madison The Clown Girl, getting a much more favorable reaction than usual.
The Brain: Oh she'll get a reaction when the match is over too and Karma leaves her a rainbow colored splat in the ring. But it won't be favorable. And now the arena smells like Carny folk! Do you know how hard that smell is to get off your clothes?
Finkel: And her opponent..representing The Draugr..this..is..KARMA!
A blood colored light drowns out all the circus festivities as Karma makes her way out onto the stage. Manson's "Get Your Gunn" being the only thing accompanying her on this evening. Her white hair covers her facial features as she makes a slow trek to the ring, some black ooze trickling out of her mouth and dripping onto the ground below. She flips her hair back as she enters the ring, her face covered by a stone cold glare as she looks to Madison with utter contempt. Her hands roll into two tight fists while her neck cracks to the side..
Ross: For the past few months, Madison was aligned with The Draugr who quite frankly treated her like garbage..
The Brain: But I hear they have a great dental plan!
Ross: Madison eventually broke away from them with the help of Die Shiguya. The entire time they groomed Madison to be the next GND champion but it didn't work out that way as she was unable to defeat Synthy Eris in a hellacious match.
The Brain: And Karma resents that as she's perfectly capable of being a GND champion. And after seeing her dismantling of Sailor Moon last week--
Ross: Juri Sadamoto
The Brain: Right, Misty from Pokemon, after seeing that, I think Karma WILL be the next GND champion!
Ross: Well she'll have to get past a very tough and very insane opponent in order to do so.
~The bell rings and the two GND competitors circle one another, Madison stay low to the mat as she sizes up her much larger opponent. The pair suddenly rush to lock up and Karma uses her superior strength to send Madison hurling backwards, landing on her back near one of the turnbuckles. Undeterred by this, Madison uses the ropes to pull herself back up to a vertical base. She sprints towards Karma but the Draugr member nails her with a Clothesline as she becomes close enough. Karma grips the ropes and screams something out to the crowd while the clown girl clutches her throat. Giving her opponent her full focus once more, Karma shoves Madison into a corner and gives her a few kicks to the stomach. Madison is whipped into the opposite corner and when she rebounds, Karma wraps her arms around her tightly. From this vice grip, Madison is flung backwards with a release Belly To Belly Suplex.~
Ross: Karma, who has both a superior size and strength advantage, is capable of destroying an opponent with just a few moves. This is a very dangerous woman..
~Karma steps over to Madison as she's trying to recover and gives her a few clubbing blows to the back for her efforts. After a Head Butt, Madison is backed into the ropes, where Karma grips her by the neck, pointing a finger in her face while shouting some abuse. The rainbow haired competitor is whipped into the ropes once more but able to duck a Clothesline from Karma. Madison scores a Low Dropkick to the zombie's knee which has her gripping it in pain. Madison backs Karma into a corner and whips her into a turnbuckle while rushing off the opposite ropes. As Karma stumbles forward, Madison drives her face into the mat with a high impact, Leaping Bulldog. Karma flops backwards, onto her knee's and stumbles about in a daze as she rises. By the time she has gotten to her feet, Madison has sprung board onto the ropes. She dives off and turns Karma inside out with a Diving Hurricanrana! Karma rolls to the outside, dizzy, trying to regain some focus~
Ross: And one can't count out Madison's speed! The girl is nuttier than a pet 'coon but she's also quicker than a hiccup!
The Brain: All this hillbilly jargon is going to make my ears bleed..
~But Madison doesn't allow this as she sprints once more, leaping onto the ropes with no hands, and then lands on Karma with a Shooting Star Press to the outside!~
The Brain: HOLY..!
Ross: What an amazing display of agility! A kamikaze like move from Madison has wiped out Karma!
~The two lay about for a moment and Madison is the first to recover as she rolls Karma back into the ring. Madison climbs to the top rope, striking a pose and drawing a pop from the crowd. She leaps off once more but Karma catches her by the throat and amazingly keeps her opponents feet balanced over the mat. She lifts Madison higher into the air and drives her down with a Choke Slam. Karma goes for a pin after Madison's head bounces off the mat..~
..One..
..Two..
..Kickout by Madison!~
~Karma pulls back her snow colored hair, revealing a twisted facial expression as she violently pulls Madison back to her feet. She arches back and looks to knock Madison for a loop with the "Bloody Mary" Lariat but Madison ducks and hits a Spinning Heel Kick on point. Karma rolls out of the ring via the bottom rope but already starts to crawl back in her, head poking in through the middle rope. Madison quickly leaps onto the middle rope and spins around in mid-air to drop a leg across the back of Karma's head, nearly decapitating her. Karma rises to her feet and receives a Dropsault to the face which knocks her back into a turnbuckle in a sitting position. Madison zips to the other side of the ring, pointing both fingers towards Karma as the crowd roars in anticipation. Madison rushes towards her seated foe and plants both pink Converse All Stars squarely in her face~
Ross: The clown is pulling out all the stops here but will it--Bah Gawd what's that?!
~Madison seems to have things in control but she begins to notice Corpse, Karma's blue haired team mate, climbing onto the top rope on the outside! It seems as though he made his way through the crowd a few minutes ago. Madison runs forward and hits him with a Dropkick which causes him to fall back to the outside, and soon brawl with Mr.Bunny. From the corner of her eye, Madison can spot Wraith trying to slip his way inside the ring. She halts his progress with a well timed Baseball Slide to the face. Madison rushes back to her opponent, Karma, who hauls her up and slams her down with a ring shaking Sidewalk Slam. Karma begins to scale the top rope but Madison shakes the ropes and Karma falls to a seated position, stunning her a bit. Madison shakes off a few cobwebs and climbs up after her, looking to hit a top rope Hurricanrana. However, Madison is not able to complete the move as Wraith, holds onto Karma's waist from the apron while the referee is distracted by Mr.Bunny and Corpse fighting on the outside. Karma stands with Madison on her shoulders and dives off..slamming her to the mat with a top rope Sit Out Powerbomb! They land in the middle of the ring and Karma goes for a pin in that position~
..One..
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..THREE~
Finkel: Here is your winner...KARMA!
~Karma strikes the same frightening crucifix pose over Madison as she did Juri the previous week as "Get Your Gunn" is heard once more. Corpse and Wraith stay low to the outside to keep out of the referee's line of vision while Mr.Bunny slides into the ring to keep Madison from any more harm. Karma steps out of the ring where Corpse and Wraith now decide to show themselves, holding her hands skywards in victory~
Ross: Well, that was an incredibly fast pace contest but one big move was all it took to end. That and the interference of Corpse and Wraith!
The Brain: They were just out here looking for circus peanuts and they ended up being attacked. I hear they love circus peanuts.
Ross: In any event Synthy Eris has a new challenger soon and that match should be a very violent affair!
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Post by Toom E. Guci on Nov 4, 2007 13:23:05 GMT -5
*A fade back from a commercial sees Juri sitting in a dark room with a small candle lit, the flame of which is burning incense that being held above it. She sits crossed legged and holding a tome of some sort. Without looking in the camera, she reads off a story in a monotoned voice. The view is devoid of color; a monochromatic scene.*
Juri: Once upon a time, there was a Prince cursed with the most selfish, coldest personality in the land. And to go with that evil core, he was blessed with a beautiful face. He would use women like one would a Kleenex and they would gladly flock to his side just to touch his beautiful exterior, despite his inner darkness. He seemingly had the perfect life with not a care or worry in the world. Yet that would soon change as he went strolling the land that would one day be his... It was on this day he would met the image that plague his every waking moment and his every dream... A single red rose growing on a cliff side.
*She pauses to turn the page.*
Juri: Everyday, he would walk to the same spot and gaze up at it. It's image filling his mind more and more as the days past. Fearing that his heart would explode if he would wait any longer, he decided he would take any path... He cast stones at the rose's base, hoping it would give way and fall. Only it hurt the rose itself. Yet, in his quest for the rose, he cared not. His one track mind only allowed him to see the rose not what he was doing.
*She turns the page.*
Juri: Finally he decided that he would take the ultimate risk... Climb the cliff that few have dared to traverse. Including the most jagged, loose, and dangerous rocks upon the high cliff to capture his one heart's desire. Would he get the one thing that that has alluded in his whole privileged life ? Or would he lose it all in a fall to ruin, a plunge to his death?
*She looks up from her position, still holding the book open. She pauses and begins to speak very seriously, being perhaps the most focused she's been in her entire life.*
Juri: Humans may be social creatures but that is not so for a broken rose. For this match, I have to pour my soul into my very fists. Going into this, I have to seal myself off. In this battle of two heads... Two conflicting mortals... An arrogant yet handsome Prince and a Broken Rose. To break the circle, the even flow... One life must be lost. Forever changed, ruined by fate.
*She pauses.*
Juri: There's been something building inside of me... Something that scared me... Something that I'm not used to... Self-doubt. Ever since CAM !!!!, it's been building... It loomed over me... Controlled me. There was a time in my EWT career that I faced off against the best women in this place and I didn't blink. Even after Oceanic made me pass out, I didn't blink. But... That all changed. It started growing inside me as I came to be around someone. Someone I began to trust. Someone that I was beginning to consider a close friend. And when I failed to advance in the GND tournament against Synthy, I knew I was quickly becoming a shell of my former self. I allowed the offender too much; gave too much ground. I allowed myself to be defeated before I could ever fight. My guard was down completely and then I was betrayed.
*The flame's light flickers on her breath.*
Juri: Betrayed by the boy that tainted my dearest friend. Tainted me. Put doubt into her head. And made her life miserable. I began to feel things other things that I never felt before: Hopelessness, submissiveness, self-pity, and jealousy. But then it hit me. The cause of all this darkness corrupting my warrior's spirit. The root cause of all of my problems. I had to purify myself of all the darkness that almost bound me to him. I had do what nobody else has been able to do. It was on that day I proclaimed...
*She leans in closer to the camera, the flame now under her. Oddly resembling “U”.*
Juri: 'I am gonna ruin Cass.'
*She leans backward, brush her hair behind her left ear.*
Juri: You know... It was often I wondered how why I was stalked, why I was chosen. To think that a playful challenge between friends could turn so terribly wrong. And yet, it can all come to an end at Sunday. Where the man with a legendary ego finally is stopped. Where he will be put into his place. And he will never get the one notch on his belt that has alluded him. And will thus haunt him forever. That was what I thought. But how would I ever get him to agree to for me to get my revenge?
*She stares uncomfortably into the camera.*
Juri: I had to lay everything on the line. To prove that I would no longer bathe in the shadow that Cass held me in for so long. I had to throw in my EWT contract: my livelihood and life. And then, it was gone. I was free! His curse, his spell on my mind was gone. And now the legendary fighting spirit of mine is back. Self-doubt is no longer a concern. Like one fallen star once said 'I will never be under prepared for a match. I will always give 110%. And I will never be outmatched.' I will not be out done. I will not fall. I will not fail. And... I will cleanse myself of the man that won't accept that I will not be his.
*She turns back to the tome.*
Juri: The next chapter of my life is open, the fine red ink yet to touch parchment. And there are two tentative titles on the side:
'Unthinkable: The First Female OX Division Champion'
Or
'Failure: A Disgrace To All'
*She slams the book closed, blowing out the light and bathing her in pitch black darkness.*
Juri's Voice: At Survival of the Fittest, the strong will survive... And the weak... will forever be dishonored. It's all or nothing. And... I wouldn't have it any other way.
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Post by Toom E. Guci on Nov 4, 2007 13:23:42 GMT -5
*"I'm Shipping Up To Boston" begins playing & the crowd begins booing. They know that the entrance of someone from Team Ireland is imminent. At the upbeat of the song, Coach O'Hare makes his way out & points his Hurley back to the entranceway. Shane Malone makes his way out onto the ramp & emits a roar as the crowd jeers him. Malone carries with him a garbage can full of various weapons.*
Announcer: The following contest is a Three-Way match, scheduled for one fall & it is for the EWT Toolshed Championship. Introducing first, representing Team Ireland, being accompanied by Coach O'Hare, weighing in at 297lbs, from Galway, Ireland, he is "The Celtic Giant"... SHANE... MAAAAAAA~LOOOOOOONNNE!
*The usual Green, White & Gold pyro explodes as Malone simply walks on down to the ramp. He removes his Team Ireland shirt before entering the ring & tosses it out to the audience. He steps in the ring pver the top rope as O'Hare hands him up the garbage can. O'Hare then rummages around under the ring, throwing another assortment of weapons in for Malone to use.*
*"Personal Jesus" by Depeche Mode plays, crows boos heavily*
Announcer: And his opponent, hailing from Tacoma, Washington. He weighs in tonight at 268 pounds, SIGMA "G.Q." WILLIAMS!
*Uncharacteristiaclly, Sigma doesn't take his time to adress the crowd tonight, being much more focussed on the task of winning his first title in EWT. He marches on down to the ring, removing his sunglasses & cape as he goes. Waiting for his music to die down.*
*Two men, dressed in a Renaissance attire, step out onto the stage, parallel to one another and facing each other. Lifting trumpets high up and intersecting, they blare an introduction. Out trots a horse of significant size with Voltigeur above, clad in a dark blue cloak and plumaged wide brim hat as well as his ring attire, the EWT Toolshed Championship slung over his shoulder, yet neatly in a pristine manner so as to look his absolute best. The crowd erupts into cheers as he quickly dismounts, carefully holding his belt and making his way down the ramp.*
Announcer: And introducing the champion. From Rotterdam, Netherlands, weighing in at 303 pounds.........VOLTIGEEUUUUURRR!
*Upon reaching the ring, he climbs up to the apron, stepping over the top rope and reaching the exact center. His face goes solemn as he raises his title at what could be over nine feet in the air, for nearly 12 seconds, then dropping the belt back down and handing it to the referee, along with his entrance garb. His music fades out...*
DING-DING!
*The three men stand in the ring littered with weapons. Nobody is quite sure what move to make. Then Shane Malone charges at Voltigeur. He is followed closely by Sigma. Malone clobbers away at Voltigeur in the corner when Sigma grabs Malone from behind & attempts a German Suplex. He can't quite get the big man over however & Malone elbows Sigma in the face a few times. Malone & Voltigeur each grab one of Sigma's arms & whip him towards the ropes. Sigma is met with a double boot from the two big guys on the way back. Malone quickly goes for a cover on Sigma, but Voltigeur grabs Malone by the leg & pulls him of Williams. The two big men start trading blows. Voltigeur whips Shane towards the ropes & aims to hit him with a back body drop, but the Rotterdam native telegraphs it & "The Celtic Giant" kicks a bent over Voltigeur in the chest. Voltigeur reels back a little & Malone picks him up for a body slam. This is short-lived as Sigma chop blocks Malone while he's still holding Voltigeur. Malone falls backwards, Voltigeur landing on top of him. Before the ref can even begin counting, Sigma yanks Voltigeur off the hulking Irishman. Sigma tries taking Voltigeur over with a Suplex, but the massive Medieval Knight is too heavy it seems. With a massive effort, Sigma hefts the over 300lbs Voltigeur over & the ring shakes! Sigma goes for a cover that is swiftly broken up by Shane Malone. Malone jumps on top of Sigma, crushing Voltigeur & Williams beneath his own weight. Malone lifts a groggy Sigma & looks to be setting him up for a "Gal-A-Way Slam" 'til Voltigeur hits Malone in the back with a chair. Malone drops Sigma & turns around to face Voltigeur who quickly hits Shane in the face with the chair. Malone goes down & Voltigeur prepares to dig the chair into his ribs, until Sigma low-blows the knight. Sigma attempts a quick roll-up on Voltigeur...*
1...
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KICKOUT!
*Sigma is undeterred. He tries to bring Voltigeur back to a standing position. Sigma attempts a Discus Clothesline, but Voltiguer blocks it & has Sigma goozled, until Shane Malone waks up. He picks a Singapore Cane out of the trashcan he set up in the ring. He cracks it over Voltigeur's back & then Canes Sigma right in the head. Malone lets out a roar of triumph & picks Sigma back up. A trickle of blood is running from Sigma's head right where Malone struck him. Malone grabs Sigma in a Sleeper Hold, hoping to squeeze more & more blood out of the cut on his forehead. Sigma slumps down to the mat, but Malone keeps the pressure on. Malone's sadistic attempt to empty Sigma's body of blood is cut short by Voltiguer. Voltigeur kicks Malone in the face. Shane reels back a little, but comes right back at Voltigeur with a big right hand. Voltiguer staggers & aims one right back at Shane. Both men continue trading blows until Sigma grabs a fire extinguisher & uses it on both giants. Sigma follows up with a baking tray shot to Voltiguer & another one for Malone. Sigma continues to wallop Malone until the tray becomes bent & unusable. He throws it away & goes to rummage around for more weapons. Sigma digs around under the ring & finds a bag of thumbtacks! He brings it into the ring & the crowd jeers him. He doesn't have a chance to use it as Voltigeur gets back to his feet & takes Sigma down with a lariat. Malone meanwhile is over at the ropes getting advice from Coach O'Hare. At that point, Malone slinks out of the ring & picks up one set of ring-steps, throwing them into the ring. Voltigeur sees the steps & attempts to give Sigma the Amsterdam Slam onto them, but Sigma reverses the move & DDTs Voltigeur on the steps instead. An exhausted Sigma goes for the cover until Malone re-enters & punts him right in the ribs. Sigma flies across the ring a bit as Malone makes the cover on a now bloody Voltigeur...*
1...
2...
KICKOUT!
*Amazingly, Voltigeur still has the strength to escape a pinfall. Malone places a chair on Voltigeur's face & stomps on it. The crowd "OOOOOOOHS!" as Shane drags a very bloody Voltigeur back to his feet. Shane makes sure that Voltigeur's face is shown right to the camera. Malone wipes his hand across Voltigeur's face & smears Voltigeur's blood across his own chest. Meanwhile, Sigma has been busy stacking some tables up outside the ring. Two are set up side-by-side with Sigma now getting a third one ready to stack on top of those. He does so & gets a fourth one to set up next to that. Malone sees Sigma's stacked tables & sets Voltigeur up for a Powerbomb, pointing towards the tables. Shane sets Voltigeur up on his shoulders & runs towards where Sigma has the tables stacked outside. But Voltigeur manages to counter & takes Malone down with a surprise HURRACANRANA! The assembled crowd goes nuts! Voltigeur gets a few digs in at Malone & prepares to give the huge Irishman a Spinebuster on the steps. But Voltigeur is slow to get the move set-up & Malone counters with a series of clubbing blows to Voltigeur's back & neck. He tries to whip Voltigeur off to the ropes, but Voltigeur does not budge. Sigma returns to the ring & he & Malone both whip Voltigeur towards the ropes. Voltigeur returns & floors both men with a Double Clothesline. The crowd pops huge for Voltigeur!*
*He turns back to his two challengers who are already up on their feet. They both whip him again & again, Voltigeur aims for Double Clotheslines. Malone & Sigma both duck & Sigma gives Voltigeur a Drop Toe Hold. For the secind time this evening, Sigma has sent Voltigeur's face into the steel steps. Malone & Sigma turn to face eachother, almost ready to congratulate one another, but then they remember who they're in the ring with & fighting erupts once again. Sigma turns around to grasp for whatever weapon is nearest. In amongst all the garbage, he finds a Pizza Cutter. Malone grabs Sigma by the shoulders & quickly spins him around. Malone clamps his hand on Sigma's face & prepares to give him "The Giant's Causeway". Before he can heft Sigma up for the move, Sigma runs the Pizza Cutter right along Malone's forehead, slicing it right open. Malone recoils in pain. Sigma climbs up to the top rope, aiming to hit a Senton Bomb on the prone Voltigeur, still laying on the steps. He has a little trouble getting his balance & this momentary hesitation allows Shane Malone to take advantage. Shane quickly darts up the ropes & decks Williams in the face. Sigma wavers a bit & Malone picks Sigma up on his shoulders, for an "Irish Car Bomb". Malone jumps right off the top to the outside, hitting Sigma with the "Irish Car Bomb" through the stack of tables!!! The referee is so stunned he doesn't move for a moment. Then he notices that Malone has an arm over Sigma. The referee dashes to the outside ready to make the count...*
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*Voltigeur came flying over the top rope & broke up the pinfall attempt! He's not ready to surrender his title just yet. Voltigeur rolls "The Celtic Giant" back into the ring & proceeds to set up a table in the corner. Sigma is stirring on the outside, he slowly gets up & tries to re-enter the ring. When Voltigeur gets his table set up, he grabs Malone by the hair & tries to Irish Whip him towards the table, but Malone holds steadfastly to the ropes & reverses Voltigeur's whipping attempt with a Short Clothesline. Malone then tries to whip the groggy Voltigeur towards the table, Voltigeur hits the table, but it doesn't break. Malone goes charging towards it with a full head of steam, aiming for a Spear. Voltigeur rolls away at the last moment & Malone goes crashing through the table head first. Voltigier covers...*
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SIGMA BREAKS IT UP!
*Sigma re-enters the match at just the right moment, saving his chances to become Toolshed Champion! Working quickly, Sigma applies the "G.Q. Stretch" to Malone. "The Celtic Giant" looks close to tapping. O'Hare interferes, getting in the referee's way & distracting him from Sigma & Shane. Malone is tapping! But the referee can't see a thing! In anger, Sigma releases the hold & goes after O'Hare. But then Sigma is grabbed from behind by Voltigeur! He lifts Sigma up for a Toture Rack, even climbing the ropes with Sigma on his shoulders. He seems to be planning some sort of top rope Samoan Drop! Voltigeur gets to the top rope, with some difficulty, but seems ready to fall back on Sigma! Then Malone creeps up from below, he powerbombs both Voltigeur AND Sigma to the mat below! All three men are down, but it seems that Sigma took the worst of it! Malone crawls over to Voltigeur to see if he can pin him...*
1...
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SHOULDER UP!
*Then he crawls over to Sigma & covers...*
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SHOULDER UP!
*Malone & O'Hare just can't believe it! They are nearly out of options here! What more can be done to gain that Toolshed Title? Malone gets back to his feet & turns around immediately he's face to face with the bloody Voltigeur. Voltigeur grabs Malone in a Bear Hug, trapping his arms & taking him over with a massive Belly to Belly Suplex. Malone rolls to the outside of the ring...*
*But then one man appears who is more than willing to bring an end to Voltigeur's reign... CRAUSWELL! Crauswell leaps the guardrail & proceeds to beat up on the Toolshed Champion. Crauswell motions for Coach O'Hare to assist him. The Team Ireland coach is a bit taken aback, but if anything can help his man win the Toolshed Title, he's all for it. O'Hare drags a table out from under the ring & something else as well... A BARBED WIRE WRAPPED HURLEY! O'Hare slides the table into Crauswell & hands the Hurley over to Shane Malone. Malone grips the handle of the Hurley tightly & uses it to support himself as he stands again. Meanwhile, in the ring, Crauswell is brutalising the already, bloody & exhausted Voltigeur! Voltigeur attempts to fight back, but the much fresher Crauswell is able to handle him easily with the assortment of weapons at hand. Crauswell places a trash can over Voltigeur's head & upper body & batters him with a Kendo Stick. As Malone returns to the ring, Voltigeur falls to the ground & the trash can rolls away. "DO IT NOW, LAD!" O'Hare yells. Malone strikes the fallen Voltigeur with the Barbed Wire Hurley. Voltigeur's chest & arms are bloodied in addition to his face. With assistance from Malone, Crauswell sets up the table that O'Hare slid in. Crauswell gives Voltigeur an almighty Beak Buster through the table as O'Hare laughs it up. Crauswell departs the scene feeling that his work is done. Malone drags Voltigeur from the table & makes the cover...*
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SIGMA BREAKS IT UP AGAIN!!!
*Sigma drags Malone off Voltigeur & prepares to give him the Evenflow DDT, but Malone reverses it with a Spinebuster right onto a chair! He goes for a cover...*
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VOLTIGEUR BREAKS IT UP!
*INCREDIBLY, UNBELIEVABLY, VOLTIGUER IS BACK UP! He swings a chair at Shane Malone & it knocks the hulking Irishman to the outside. The exhausted Voltigeur looks like something from a cheap horror movie! He drags Sigma back to his feet & whips him to a corner. Voltigeur aims to follow up with a Stinger Splash, but Sigma gets a boot up & catches Voltigeur right in the mush! Sigma notices something near his feet... the unopened bag of thumbtacks! He sprinkles them on the mat, right near where he's standing & waits for the tired Voltigeur to return. When Voltigeur gets back, Sigma digs him in the midsection with a nearby chair. Sigma scales the ropes, keeping Voltgeur's head between his legs... He hefts Voltigeur up into position for what seems like a Rhino Driver from the top rope... Then Sigma leaps off, spinning & hitting Voltigeur with "God's Wrath" right onto the thumbtacks!!!!*
*Before Sigma can capitalize & make the cover, Shane Malone gets back in the ring & surprises Williams with a Spear! Malone knocks Sigma right out through the ropes & makes the cover on Voltigeur himself!*
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DING-DING-DING!
*"I'm Shipping Up To Boston" begins to play over the EWT sound system again as the crowd react with shocked boos!*
Announcer: Here is your winner... & the NNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEEWWWWWW EWT TOOLSHED CHAMPION... "THE CELTIC GIANT"... SHAAAAAAAANNNE MAAAAAALLLLOOOOONNNNNNNE!!!!
*O'Hare gets in the ring & hands the Toolshed Title to his protege! The two celebrate, Malone even manages to crack a smile. O'Hare helps his bloody & battered man from the ring & on up to the back as Malone proudly holds the Toolshed Title aloft.*
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Post by Toom E. Guci on Nov 4, 2007 13:24:10 GMT -5
Heenan: Give the humanoids some background on this one, Ross.
JR: Well, Die Shiguya attacked Draugr members Corpse and Wraith to prevent them from attacking Synthy Eris in her match with Madison The Clown Girl to crown a new GND Champion. From there, he saved Madison from beating at the hands of The Draugr, even breaking a guitar over Wraith's head! And we can't forget the brutal tag team counter he had with Ghost Face last week..
Heenan: Sounds like this guy likes to poke his nose where it doesn't belong..
JR: Or maybe he just doesn't like to see women brutalized by a bloody thirsty pack of psychopaths!
Howard Finkel: This match is scheduled for one fall and it is for the TRI-STATE CHAMPIONSHIP! Introducing first, the challenger..
-Dir En Grey's '304 Goucrapsu Hakushi no Sakura' plays. Fifteen seconds go by, and a white flash covers the crowd with light. A few seconds more tic by, and black streaks through the white light. Shiguya's form appears to applause, and the lights go to faint silver. He looks calm, and very relaxed. With a focused expression on his face, Die Shiguya makes his way down to the ring, sliding in and keeping his cool, looking as his music fades out, the lights return to normal and the camera focuses on the stage-
Howard Finkel: ..weighing in at Two Hundred and Twenty-Five pounds..hailing from The Negaverse..Die Shiguya!
Heenan: Where exactly is this "Negaverse"?
JR: Damned if I know. But what I do know is that I've been very impressed by this young man. This is his biggest opportunity since entering the EWT and he could very well leave this building with gold around his waist!
Heenan: Not if this man has anything to say about it...
Howard Finkel: ..And his opponent..representing The Draugr and being accompanied to the ring by Corpse and Wraith..he is the Tri-State Champion..Ghost Face!
-The arena is covered in complete darkness as the beginning organ of "The Three Karma" begins to play. Fake blood covered limbs drop from the entry ramp, dangling about from hooks, including arms, legs, various bodily organs and even a few severed heads. The three original members of The Draugr arrive in front of the masses as they step through the display of the grotesque. Ghost Face stands in the middle with Corpse and Wraith at his side, top hat lowered over his face and his tux coat buttoned to the neck so his torso is concealed. The three enter the ring as Ghost Face pushes the brim of his had upwards to reveal his sneering face, standing in the middle of the ring as the lights return-
JR: Ghost Face bringing along Corpse and Wraith along with him tonight. A reason why The Draugr are so dangerous is that they rarely, if ever, travel alone. Die Shiguya is going to have to not only keep an eye on Ghost Face, but the two on the outside as well.
Heenan: If that's too much for him, he could always go the back and spend another twelve hours on his hair!
-Ghost Face requests a microphone..-
Ghost Face: ...Die...I realize what your trying to do...and it's a fools endeavor. ..You want to be some kind of mysterious romantic and protect women? Well, protecting women is why your in this situation. Do you really want to do this? I am a devil. I kill firstborns while their mothers watch. I turn cities into salt. I even, when I feeI like it, rip the souls from little girls. And from now till kingdom come,the only thing you can count on, in your existence, is never understanding why. ..Unless..
-Ghost Face extends a hand forward while Die turns his vision down towards it-
Ghost Face: ..you join us. We can give you a true meaning. We can give you a purpose. Because I promise you, if we go through with this match, to sow you back up would be a waste of stitches. ..Now shake my hand..
-Die's expression remains the same but he stares at Ghost Face for a long moment. Eventually he shakes his head which draws some cheers from the crowd. The Draugr leader scowls at him before turning his back, starting to remove his tux coat-
JR: I'll take that as a "No".
Heenan: Bad move.
-It's all a rouse as Ghost Face spins around and takes a wild swing with his cane towards Die's head. Shiguya manages to duck and the jack 'o lantern tipped cane strikes Wraith straight in the forehead, dropping him to the mat. Die elbows Corpse in the nose as he creeps closer and it staggers the blue haired lacky. Shiguya boots Ghost Face in the gut and tosses him over the top rope to the outside, knocking his top hat off in the process. Corpse recovers and charges towards Ghost Face, only to be Back Dropped over the top rope and onto Ghost Face below. Wraith shakes off the cane shot and Clotheslines Die over the ropes, where he lands beside Corpse and Ghost Face. The bell officially rings...-
JR: This one is off to a wild start already with Corpse and Wraith waisting no time getting involved!
-With Ghost Face and Die slugging it out on the outside, Wraith begins to climb the ropes, ignoring any admonishing from the official. He takes a leap down towards all three men on the outside but Shiguya hurriedly slips aside and Wraith ends up crashing into his two team mates below! Die smirks ever so slightly and rolls Ghost Face back into the ring. Corpse attempts to blindside Shiguya with a punch but he blocks it, slams Corpse's head into the ring apron, and rolls him inside as well. Shiguya climbs onto the arpon but Wraith holds onto his legs as he tries to enter his ring. This allows Ghost Face to run the ropes, sprint up Corpse's back, and nail his opponent with a Dropkick to the face that sends him sailing into the steel guard rail. Ghost Face rolls back outside and grabs Shiguya, who is hunched over, and hurls him shoulder first into the steel rail once more-
Heenan: How do you think The Draugr spent Halloween?
JR: I'd rather not know.
-Ghost Face rolls Die back into the ring who is crawling about on his hands and knee's, silver hair concealing his face. The blonde dreadlocked fiend takes a small sprint and boots Die squarely in the cheek to drop him face first on the canvas. Die crawls to a corner where Ghost Face stalks after him, wrapping his hands tightly around his neck, choking and throttling him. Releasing the hold due to the ref's complaints, he follows up with a few knee's to the stomach area. Ghost Face gives Die some breathing room, only so he can charge him with a Diving Knee attempt. Die ducks the incoming knee and Ghost Face ends up standing on the top rope, showing off his agility. Die shakes the ropes and Ghost Face painfully crotches himself, his eyes rolling backwards. The ex-rock star climbs to his feet and stands with his back pressed against Ghost Face's, lifting up into a Crucifix Position. He takes a run and drives Ghost Face downwards with a Crucifix Driver he calls the "Evanescent"! Die hooks a leg..
..One.
..Two..
.....Corpse places Ghost Face's leg on the bottom rope. Die turns his attention to the Draugr members on the outside which gives Ghost Face some time to recover. When Die eventually does turn back to Ghost Face his is caught off guard with a Jawbreaker. Die stumbles backwards and Ghost Face quickly follows through with a Knee Lift that smacks off Die's chin and topples him over the top rope to the outside. Ghost Face keeps the referee distracted, complaining of an injury while holding the back of his neck, while Wraith and Corpse mug Die on the outside. The leave him laying with punches and stomps before rolling him back inside. Ghost Face notices this, slips past the ref, and goes for a cover of his own..-
JR: Here's where the number advantage comes into play, winning a title becomes infinitely harder when you essentially have to take on three men!
..One..
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..A shoulder up by Die! Ghost Face whips Die into the turnbuckle, where he slams into it chest first, then runs the ropes adjacent to his challenger and takes him down with a Spinning Heel Kick as he stumbles from the corner. Ghost Face turns his back to Die and raises his arms above his head, the audience voice their displeasure at his taunt. Die rolls onto his stomach but Ghost Face hovers over him with forearm shots to the side of the head, pulling back on his hair with his free hand. Ghost Face steps over Die and lets him return to his knee's, only to smack him in the face. Another smack wakes up Die and he catches the zombie in the face with a punch that staggers him backwards. Ghost Face turns back around and receives the same: another punch to the face. Die is now to his feet, unloading with right hands before he whips Ghost Face into the ropes and slams him down with a Spinning Flapjack on the rebound. Before Die can capitalize, Ghost Face grabs the official by the waist to keep him distracted while Wraith slips into the ring and nails Die from behind-
JR: C'mon ref, try and pay attention here!
-Wraith scoops up Die onto his shoulders while Corpse slips in from an opposite corner. Corpse goes for a Superkick but Die squirms down from Wraith's shoulders, shoves the green haired sadist forward, and Corpse's boot ends up hitting Wraith on the chin instead. Ghost Face rises to his feet and shoves Corpse backwards for his failed interference attempt but they both fail to see Die rush forward! He Clotheslines them both and the momentum is enough to send all three men to the outside! Die managed to land on his feet but The Draugr members are slumped on the outside. Wraith, still dazed from the errant Superkick, stumbles onto the apron. Shiguya climbs onto the turnbuckle and springs off, hitting Wraith with a diving Clothesline and sending both men to the floor-
JR: Don't see that very often from Shiguya but he's doing whatever it takes to win here!
Heenan: Ha! That won't be enough!
-The official has no idea what to follow, as everything is so chaotic, so he fails to see Ghost Face strike Die in the head with his cane! Die drops to the ground and Ghost Face pushes him back into the ring. Die looks lifeless in the middle of the ring as Ghost Face goes into a cover..
..One..
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.....Die manages to kick out!-
JR: Bah gawd, he kicked out!
Heenan: Nothing but luck!
-Ghost Face decides take advantage of Die's woozy state and shoves his head underneath his arm, looking for The Ghost Buster. Ghost Face raises a hand to signal what's coming but Die manages to spin himself free. Ghost Face goes for a Clothesline but Die ducks and runs the ropes, returning with a Bicycle Kick straight to his opponents chest! Corpse slides into the ring with a chair and hoists it over his head only for Die to boot him in the gut, snatch the chair, and strike him over the head with it! The chair dents and Corpse drops to the mat in a heap. He turns back around and Ghost Face kicks Die in the stomach and THIS time connects with his Ghost Buster DDT attempt. He rolls Die over after spiking him face first and goes for the pin..
..One..
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..........Die kicks out?! The crowd rise to their feet and cheer at his surprising development while Ghost Face's eyes widen in surprise-
Heenan: How did he do that?!
JR: He refuses to let this one slip away, folks!
-Ghost Face crawls to a corner and uses it to push himself up as he begins to violently stomp away as his persistent foe. He pulls Die to a corner, gives him two hard kicks to the stomach and begins climbing the ropes. Once to the top, with his back facing Shiguya, Ghost Face flips about in the air and looks to crash onto his opponent with the "Embalmed Press"! But the only thing he manages to crash into is the ring as Die narrowly slips away. Both men lay on the mat for some time, the crowd stomping their feet, as they begin to stir. They both rise about the same time but Ghost Face takes initiative with another Spinning Heel Kick. But this time Die is able to step to the ring and snag his foe by the waist in one fluid motion. Ghost Face's feet never manage to touch the canvas at Die lifts up and takes him over with a brutal Release German Suplex!-
JR: AMAZING Counter!
-Die dives for a cover!
..One..
..Two..
...No, a kick out! The crowd were counting along, thinking the match was over! Die, remaining focused, pulls Ghost Face up and goes for a Suplex but Ghost Face slips behind him as he's lifted upwards. Ghost Face hops onto Die's shoulder and rolls forward with a tight Victory Roll!
..One..
..Two..
....Die rolls backwards into a pinning attempt of his own!
..One..
..Two..
.....Ghost Face kicks out! Die pulls Ghost Face up and attempts an Irish Whip but it ends up being reversed. As Die rebounds towards him, Ghost Face leaps upwards for a Hurricanrana but Die slams him down with a Powerbomb! He goes for the pin..
..One..
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.....Wraith pulls Die to the outside, much to crowd's displeasure!-
JR: Damn him! Damn him!
-Die wastes no time in Clotheslining Wraith down to the floor, climbing back onto the apron. As he does a figure makes it's way through the crowd-
JR: ..Is..that..
Heenan: ..Lamont The Don?!
-Lamont makes his way through the crowd and climbs over the apron, rushing Die from behind. He's still dressed in his tattered, once expensive clothing which is covered in his own dried blood. He's even only wearing a single shoe. Two red "x's" are painted over his eyes, some piercing's on his eyebrows. He's even gone through with a procedure to split his tongue so it resembles that of a lizards. Lamont keeps clubbing Die from behind, dragging him off the apron, but soon receives a punch to the bridge of his nose. Die snags Lamont and hits him with a Dungeon Bomb on the outside of the ring!-
JR: Well, so much for that.
Heenan: So hard to find good lacky's these days!
-Die climbs back into the ring, but as he sticks his head through the middle rope, Ghost Face knee's him straight in the chin. Ghost Face yanks Die into the center of the ring and hits him with a second Ghost Buster Flowing DDT. This time however, he wraps his legs around Die's waist and keeps his head trapped under his arm, locking him in a Guillotine Choke. Ghost Face keeps the hold locked in tightly and pulls backwards..but Die refuses to tap. Die eventually passes out from the pain and the ref lifts his limp arm before signaling for the bell-
Howard Finkel: ..Here is your winner..and STILL The Tri-State Champion..GHOST FACE!
JR: Damn it! The number game was just too much! A valiant effort! Bad enough he had to contend with Corpse and Wraith on the outside but they had another one waiting to provide a distraction! Break the damn choke!
-Ghost Face keeps the hold locked in for a few moments longer before finally releasing it. He rises to his feet, clutching the back of his neck while lifting his Tri-State title above his head. Corpse and Wraith help Ghost Face from the ring as the three step over the fallen Lamont, not paying him even a moment of their attention..-
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Post by Toom E. Guci on Nov 4, 2007 13:24:33 GMT -5
We fade into a locker room, and immediately see Cassinova sitting in a metal fold-up chair. We can only see him from behind, as the shot is from the back of the chair. The promo is filmed in a monochromed black-and-white, and has a very depressing feel to it. Looking towards the ground and allowing his hair to fall about his face, Cassinova sighs and doesn't bother to look at the camera. His Ox-Division title is nowhere to be seen.
Cassinova: (After a short pause.) ...When I was young... my father told me a story. He called it, "The Scorpion and the Frog." I remember it vividly...
There was a scorpion who lived on a deserted mountain. He had no friends, he had no family. He had no way of progressing his life where he was. Eventually, he took the time out to look around at the mountain where he lived, and decided that he wanted to commit to a change. So, he set out to find a way to live a complete life. He searched through the forests. He searched through the hills. He climbed over rocks, and under vines, and through grass, and around cliffs, and kept going until he reached a river.
The river was wide and rough, so the scorpion stopped to reconsider the situation. He couldn't see any possible way across. He ran up the river, and then checked down the river, all the while thinking that he might have to turn back.
Suddenly, he saw a lady frog sitting in the rushes by the bank of the stream on the other side of the river. Seeing the frog as his way to happiness, he decided to ask the frog for help getting across the stream.
"Good day, Lady Frog," called the scorpion to the frog, "I am a lonely scorpion with nowhere to go. Would you be so kind as to give me a ride on your back across the river?"
The frog knew of scorpions, and she knew what he was. "Aye, but you are a scorpion! You can not help but betray! How do I know that if I try to help you, you won't try to kill me?"
"Because I cannot swim," the scorpion replied, "If I try to kill you, then I would die as well!"
This made a lot of sense to the frog, but she thought of something and asked, "Aye, but you are a scorpion! You can not help but betray! What about when I get close to the bank? When I'm close enough to you for you to hurt me, but you're still safe and sound on the bank? You could still try to kill me and stay on the shore!"
"Very true," agreed the scorpion slyly, yet sweetly, "But then I wouldn't be able to get to the other side of the river, now would I?"
The frog thought for a moment, before suddenly thinking of something. "Aye, but you are a scorpion! You can help but betray! How do I know you won't just wait till we get to the other side of the river, and then kill me?"
"Ah..." the scorpion sighed, "Because, my dear, once you've taken me to the other side of this river, I will be so grateful for your help, that I wouldn't think about rewarding your kindness with the sharp sting of death, now would I?"
The frog pondered for a moment, before finally agreeing to take the scorpion across the river. She swam over to the bank of the other side, and settled herself near the mud to pick up the golden scorpion. The scorpion crawled onto the frog's back, his sharp claws prickling into the frog's soft hide, and the frog slid into the river. The muddy water swirled around them, but the frog stayed near the surface so the scorpion would not drown. She kicked strongly through the first half of the stream, her flippers paddling wildly against the current.
Halfway across the river, the frog suddenly felt a sharp sting in her back... and out of the corner of her eye, saw the scorpion remove his stinger from her. A sickly feeling came across her, and she felt nothing but a horrible, shallow numbness--as death began to take her away from this world.
"Foolish scorpion..." sighed the dying frog...
Cassinova stops and takes in a deep breath.
Cassinova: "Now... we're both going to die..."
The dying frog gasped for air, but could draw none. "How could you do such a thing?"
The scorpion, sinking along with the frog, gazed into the sky as the sun glistened off of his golden body.
"I am a scorpion... I can not help but betray..."
Cassinova takes another moment to breathe, sighing and still not looking back at the camera.
Cassinova: I'm sorry, Juri. I'm sorry for being your scorpion. I'm sorry for not realizing what I was doing, and continuing to do it after I realized and came to terms with it. I'm sorry that I'm not going to lose tonight. I'm sorry that neither of us are ever going to find happiness. I'm sorry that this is our last chapter.
Lastly, I'm sorry that we're both going to die.
He sighs and stands from his chair, walking off frame. The sound of a door opening and closing can be heard, and the camera focuses on the metal chair for a few seconds. From the seat of the chair, a small scorpion crawls down onto the floor and walks in the opposite direction of Cassinova, shortly before we fade to the next segment.
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Post by Toom E. Guci on Nov 4, 2007 13:25:02 GMT -5
*The camera fades into the main part of the arena, but the usual ring has disappeared, replaced by a cylinder-shaped ring. It is very tall—18 feet in height, and the ring is wider than the normal ring would be, as well. The outside of the ring has ropes encircling it, with four turnbuckles. Inside of the main ring is a circle with a stained glass sun, and this sun is also surrounded by a ring of ropes, with four turnbuckles on the inner sanctum. Wrapping around the ring is a spiral, wooden staircase—the only feasible way to reach the top.*
Finkel: The following contest is EWT’s FIRST ever…PASSAGE TO RAA match, and is scheduled for the EWT WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIPS! The rules in a Passage to Raa match are as follows:
-The object is to have both members of the opposing team into the central pit at the same time, currently sealed at the top by a stained-glass sun. *the camera zooms in on the piece of art*
-However, the only way to open up the pit is…with the glass.
-There will be NO disqualifications, NO pinfalls, NO submissions, and NO knockouts. Only by having both members of an opposing team in the pit is it possible to actually be victorious. That being said, let us introduce the challengers…
*”Apache” starts up over the PA system, the crowd erupting into cheers a out dance Faboon Noobaf and Zeleke Ekelez, the two members of Raft-Shack in the camera’s focus on the stage.*
Finkel: From Foreign Alien Island, weighing in at 399 pounds, they are the #1 Contenders for the EWT World Tag Team Championships…Faboon and Zeleke…TEAM…RAFT-SHAAAACK!
*The pair of possibly-space-based crazies make their way down to the ring, leaping and bounding up the steps like a team of expertly trained dancers and bouncing about in the elevated structure. Faboon moonwalks to a turnbuckle, scaling it and posing off on, and Zeleke leaps onto one opposite, lashing his tongue about as it wriggles in the air like an earthworm on an acid trip. After they do what could remotely be considered “calming down,” their music fades out and the lights go pitch dark for a few moments.*
Finkel: And their opponents…
*The sound of a car pulling up on stage can be heard, the engine humming as it suddenly goes silent. The crowd doesn’t know what exactly to make, but as soon as the lights explode into strobes and multicolors, and “Welcome to the Fold” blasts over the speakers, a hurricane of boos erupts in response, Jimmy Thunder, Jason Jupiter and Terina stepping out and into view.*
Finkel: Being accompanied by Terina, from San Diego, California, at a total combined weight of 456 pounds, they are the EWT WORLD tag team champions…T…J…T!
*Terina seems to be as interested in looking like she’s going to a dress ball as ever, her rich brown hair flowing behind her, topped with a tiara crested with gold and diamonds and the usual black gown and heels as her clothing. Thunder and Jupiter, dressed in the same as they were for Old School, black/gold being their attire color scheme. As they make their way down the ramp, the EWT World Tag Team titles firmly around the waists of Thunder and Jupiter, they, so self-absorbed as possible, ignore everything taking place around them as they reach the ring. The same routine as ever, both Thunder and Jupiter take a hand of their manager’s, kissing it as she repays each of them across the cheek…quite a morale booster, it would seem. She takes their titles, handing them off to the referee as Thunder and Jupiter remove their entrance gear and head up the steps into the main part of the ring.*
*With both teams in the ring, the bizarre-shaped structure towering over the front rows, the referee calls for the bell from the outside.*
DING DING DING!
*In most tag matches, the teams would be going out of their ways to make the best of their teamwork, but with the strange shape, both members of each team find them branching out as a brawl erupts. Thunder and Jupiter, deciding not to dare give the two insane members of Raft Shack a chance of possibly fighting back, rush at the pair. Jimmy goes straight for Faboon and Jason for Zeleke. Unfortunately for the two men of TJT, who felt that there was no need to properly scout out Raft-Shack, the…unorthodox…styles of Faboon and Zeleke turn out to be more than effective against the more traditional EWT World Tag Team Champions. Thunder goes for punch after punch, but every move is dodged by Faboon, who leaps backwards into the ropes, bouncing off and leaping with an elbow to knock Jim down. Meanwhile, Jason Jupiter tries to maneuver himself around Zeleke, only to find the faster-moving Raftshackian slipping in and out of the ropes too fast for him to grab ahold of and lock some sort of submission or grappling move in. As Jason finally grabs him by an arm, wrenching it about, he feels a sudden licking on the side of his face—which of course shocks him enough to let go of the hold and try to clean the spit off his face. As he begins to stumble around, as if the lick itself caused epic levels of damage to him, he finds himself being taken out of the ring with a textbook dropsault by Zeleke! Jason tumbles out to the floor, and Zeleke leaps clean over the stained-glass covered ring center, using the inner ropes and landing in the outer ring. Thunder begins to try to dodge the two, but soon finds himself surrounded—and double clotheslined—and falls out of the ring as well. Terina scrambles over to aid her two men, and Faboon and Zeleke celebrate, breaking out in a series of ridiculous dances as the crowd pops in excitement.*
*Jimmy and Jason both get up, shaking off the falls but receiving some whispery council from their manager as—all of a sudden~!—the two of Raft Shack each scale nearby turnbuckles and both leap off with planchas. Terina caught this before the leap off however, warning her two men as she almost jumps out of the way. Jason turns around as soon as they leap off, diving out of the way and further pushing her away from the immediate vicinity. Jimmy isn’t so lucky, trying to catch Zeleke but instead getting landed on by him; Faboon jumped a little further, and still manages to knock Jason down—albeit, not with heavy impact. Terina hauls herself back up to her feet, stepping back so as to avoid the two of Raft-Shack. Zeleke and Faboon decide to unleash their Foot Frenzy upon TJT’s heavy hitter, enveloping him in a near dust cloud of feet, the two almost quite literally jumping on Jimmy. Jason hauls himself back up, grabbing Faboon and delivering a full nelson facebuster onto the floor. Still, this isn’t quite enough to stop the momentum of Raft-Shack, as Zeleke shifts his attention to Jason, running at him and tackling him to the floor.*
*Jason Jupiter scrambles back and away, getting up to his feet and beating a hasty retreat close to the ring and retaining barrier. Zeleke follows him, forearming him in the side of the head, but before he can get any more offense in at the moment, Jason elbows him in retaliation, and then slams his head into the side of the retaining barrier. Jupiter puts the Raftshackian into a choke hold, strangling away and keeping him pinned down.*
*Jupiter continues to apply this move, until Faboon recovers a delivers a double foot stomp across the face, immediately breaking the hold, as he gasps rolling aside. Faboon than scoops up Zeleke from behind, driving him chest first atop with a Wheelbarrow Facebuster, as Jupiter clutches his chest in pain. Zeleke quickly rolls back to his feet, grinning and turning around at the rising thunder, charging and leaping for a high crossbody. Thunder however catches him this time, hoisting him up, dropping him across the knee for a rib breaker, then pulling him up again, dropping him with a powerslam! Faboon meanwhile hoists Jupiter back up to his feet, positioning him, then leaping up for a spinning wheel kick, which he manages to duck under. Faboon quickly rises back up, right into an enziguri from Jason, knocking him back down. Thunder meanwhile tugs Zeleke back up, lifting him up and dropping him across the knee for a gutbuster, Zeleke clutching further at that chest now, as the stronger of the two sneers arrogantly, slicking back his hair, then reaching back down, only for Zeleke to deliver a headbutt to the face, Thunder acks, stumbling back, as Zeleke lets forth a flurry of forearms, which send him staggering back, as Zeleke lets out a loud... quack, unleashing a discus clothesline! Thunder however catches it, turning the move into an STO, driving Zeleke hard into the floor.*
*Jupiter meanwhile reaches down, grabbing and driving Faboon face first into the corner a few times, then yanking him back over by the head, running forward and planting him with a bulldog! He then drives a quick series of stomps into his opponent's face, digging that boot right into it, then simply dropping a knee across it. He yanks Faboon back up, grabbing him by the head and driving a few knees into the area, then leaping up with a double knee to the face, knocking him back down. He smirks to himself, hopping onto the staircase, then leaping off with a moonsault press, only to miss as Faboon rolls out of the way, grasping at the face still, Thunder groaning as he rises back up, Faboon following, leaping up and delivering a dropkick to that back, sending him staggering forward! Faboon then runs over, grabbing him for a Russian Leg Sweep, but Thunder driving an elbow into the side of the head, countering with a quick swinging neckbreaker. Zeleke meanwhile rises back up, just in time to get hoisted up into a Samoan Drop. He quickly wriggles free, landing behind and countering with a Lung Blower, Thunder grasping at his back slightly, as Zeleke rolls out from under, quickly running over towards the ring, ready to make his way to the top. Jupiter however sees him go for it, leaping up onto the apron with ease, grabbing him from behind and launching him off with a Release German Suplex, Zeleke crashing hard on his back, gasping in pain.*
*Jupiter hops back down, joining his tag team partner as they both hoist Faboon back up for a two man Military Press, walking over and dropping him right atop his tag team partner's back, doing damage to them both! They look at each other and nod, tugging Faboon up, then yanking him up the stairway, but not getting too far as Faboon manages to slip free, delivering a vicious roundhouse to Thunder, who staggers back, almost falling down the steps, but managing to grab the guardrail. He aims another kick at Jupiter, but it's caught, the larger of the two driving an elbow into the leg, then hoisting him up, straddling him across the guard rail, Faboon yelping in pain, as Thunder shakes off that previous kick. Suddenly, the sound of quick footsteps are heard, as Zeleke shows up from behind, delivering a kick off his own to the back of Jupiter, who staggers forward, Thunder turning around and swinging, but the wily Zeleke quickly ducking underneath, then popping up into a European Uppercut, dazing him with ease. He then reaches over, helping Faboon back off, who smacks him aside the head, as the two men start fighting TJT up the stairs, the group unleashing all manner of chops, punches, kicks, forearms and such as they fight their way up the stairs, eventually stumbling up towards the top of the ring. TJT stumbles out first, as Raft Shack leap up and hit them both right between the eyes with dropkicks, Faboon clutching at his, privates afterwards. Thunder and Jupiter roll across the mat, as their opponents chase after them.*
*The two come off the ropes, as Thunder rises back up, Zeleke snapping off a Leg Lariat, as Faboon hits a Basement dropkick to the legs, sending him down to the mat. Jupiter follows swiftly, only to take a double knee to the chest from the crazies, as they hoist him up from behind for an Atomic Drop, then drop him across Thunder's throat leg first! Terina watches up at the sight, using a pair of binoculars, a bit concerned about her clients. Jupiter rises back up, only for Zeleke to grab him by the head, charging forward as Faboon hits a drop toe hold, just as Zeleke leaps, planting him with a bulldog. The two look at each other, aiming at Thunder, who rises back up, charging, only for Thunder to duck underneath, grabbing them both from behind and hitting a double Reverse DDT to them both. He rises back up, helping Jupiter back to his feet, whose clutching his face. They spot the stained glass sun, nodding and pulling Faboon up, setting him up quickly, as Thunder leaps back, unleashing a Super Kick. Faboon manages to duck it, as it hits Jupiter instead, who goes down hard, Faboon clutching at his back slightly, then charging forward for a flying forearm, with Thunder sidesteps, Faboon kipping up, then getting pulled across the knee into a backbreaker. Thunder looks down at him, rather annoyed at these guys resilience, as Jupiter rises back up, clutching his head. Zeleke quickly follows back to his feet, only to fall victim to a furious Lariat, turning him inside out! He grasps at the neck, as the two look at each other, yanking Zeleke now up this time, Thunder hoisting him atop his back in an Electric Chair, as Jupiter climbs onto a nearby turnbuckle, leaping off and hitting a Torpedo Dropkick as reach An Explosive Solution!*
*Zeleke falls back into the stained glass, which cracks a bit, but seems to be quite tough. The two look at each other, yanking Faboon up next, as Jupiter drops him across the top rope, Faboon grasping at the neck, stumbling right into a running knee from Thunder, sending him doubled over on the mat thanks to some Ball Lightning. Thunder then walks back over, pulling up Zeleke, sending him towards the ropes, as Jupiter catches him for a Hot Shot as well, Zeleke however managing to counter, landing on his feet and grabbing the ropes, hitting a quick kick to Jason's face, as Thunder quickly charges forward for another lariat, Zeleke however dropping down, as Thunder tumbles over the ropes, barely managing to hang on the top rope, looking down at the ground below with pure fear. Zeleke runs back off the ropes, looking to give Thunder some help down, only for Jason to catch him in mid run with a Butterfly Suplex, sending Zeleke sailing!*
*Zeleke grasps at his neck now, as Jason runs over, helping Jimmy back into the ring, who looks on in anger at the fallen Zeleke, running over and stomping relentlessly at him, rolling him over and dropping a series of four elbows across the chest. He rises back up, right into a dropsault from Faboon, sending him down to the mat again, as the white haired fool cackles, turning back to Jason, who charges forwards, right into a Hurracanrana. Jason rises back up, as Faboon charges and nails him with a Hurricane Style Clothesline, rolling back to his feet and following up with a somersault leg drop across the neck! Jason gasps in pain, as Faboon pulls him up, pulling him near the stained glass sun and positioning him for a Big Ostrich Balloon Blaster! Jupiter however quickly wriggles free, pulling him up right into a Side Backbreaker, as Thunder comes off with a Springboard Elbow, completing the Pressure Shooter. Faboon groans, grasping at the face, as Zeleke slowly rises up, turning right into a pair of running knee lifts from the pair, sending him back down. They then hoist Faboon up high, positioning him for and dropping him right atop the stained glass with an Anubis Driver, which gives away, Faboon plummeting into the pit below! The crowd gasps, looking on, as Zeleke watches in horror from his downed position.*
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Post by Toom E. Guci on Nov 4, 2007 13:25:32 GMT -5
*As the crowd erupts into boos, Terina begins to applaud from the floor 12 feet below Jimmy and Jason. The two both lean over the top rope of the outer ring of the strange, donut-shaped wrestling ring, completely abandoning their main focus for a moment as she congratulates them. However, she issues another order:*
Terina: Finish him off!
*Thunder and Jupiter nod in agreement, turning around, but do not see Zeleke Ekelez anywhere. They search the ring. They search the near outside. They even search the pit where they tossed Faboon. Nothing. Zeleke is nowhere to be found. As if her were a cartoon character coming out of nowhere, Zeleke pops up behind them, dropkicking Jimmy over and onto his face. Jason Jupiter turns around, catching Zeleke with a forum and knocking him backwards a few inches, and grabs him in a front face lock position to execute the Big Red Spot! Lifting up Zeleke, he prepares to drive him down, but the Raftshackian drops to a kneel, negating any and all of Jason’s ability to implant his face into the mat. Jason squeezes at his head in a fury, deciding not to let go. Jimmy gets back up to his feet, walking over to the two and looking a bit…angry. He makes a gesture towards Jason, who acknowledges, letting go of the face lock. The two pick up Zeleke, double suplexing him to the mat as their manager once again applauds. The two pick him up again, grabbing him from behind and lifting him up for a back suplex into the pit! As they let go, Zeleke grabs onto the ropes, hanging on for dear life. Still stuck in the pit, Faboon jumps up into the air, his two palms opened up, using them to push on the feet of Zeleke and propel him further as—like a monkey—he skins the cat over the top rope!*
*Thunder turns around, grabbing for him but Zeleke sails right over him and lands a few feet away; enough to successfully evade Thunder. Jim tries to tackle him as Jason follows closely behind, but Zeleke dodges the pair, bolting down the wooden staircase and over towards Terina, who puts up her fists—and then quickly retreats under the tall ring, Zeleke following her closely and sliding down an instant after. Thunder and Jupiter, oblivious to what is happening, look over the top of the ring, seeing nothing below. The crowd is nearly silent. After a moment, Zeleke emerges, dancing the Charleston, a wide grin on his face. As he leaves the immediate vicinity of the ring, Thunder and Jupiter now racing down the spiral steps and charging at Zeleke. Thunder goes for a leg lariat, which he ducks, and Jupiter goes for a chop block, which he jumps over—while still crouching! Terina comes walking out from under the ring, slowly, slowly, and then notices she can’t move out any further but a few feet from the ring—a huge dog collar is firmly fastened around her neck. She begs the two not to look for the key, but to wipe out Zeleke instead. Ekelez finds himself surrounded by Thunder and Jupiter, Thunder placing him in position for an inverted version of the Thunder Suplex, Jason behind him. As Jimmy lifts up Zeleke, Jason slaps a knee and charges over, embedding the knee into Zeleke and bouncing off as Jimmy slams him down—The Superblade Special!*
*Thunder and Jupiter get back up, Terina still telling them to finish him off and end the match now. Jason looks over at Jim, who returns a glance.*
Thunder: I’ll take care of him.
Jupiter: Right…I’ll get the key…
*Jason staggers over to Terina, much to her own protest, ducking under the ring as Jimmy continues to press the advantage against Zeleke. Jim picks him up, delivering a pendulum backbreaker, trying to rip the bizarre #1 Contender into shreds. Afterwards, Jimmy picks him back up again, lifting him up in position for a hanging vertical suplex. However, Zeleke manages to wriggle free, landing behind him and Copeira kicking him from behind, sending him staggering over. Zeleke rushes from behind him, leaping into the air and front-flipping onto Thunder, the tag champ buckling and falling onto his face. Zeleke picks up Jim, forearming him a few times…to NO effect. He hits an elbow. NO effect still. Jimmy just stares at him, simmering like an overcooked stir-fry. Suddenly Thunder opens up, hammering at him with a lightning-fast assault of punches, each fist moving like a piston. Every single hit rails Zeleke, forcing him to stumble backwards. Zeleke beats a hasty retreat up the steps, Thunder running at him like a rabid cheetah on steroids.*
*Just as Thunder reaches the top, Zeleke hurricanranas him onto his back—but Thunder just gets right back up to his feet, hammering away at Zeleke once more. With nowhere to go, Zeleke covers himself up. For what could be estimated to be approximately 30 to 40 of these ridiculously stiff, puro styled punches, Thunder forces Zeleke into the corner, backing up and bouncing into the circular ropes of the outer ring, charging at Zeleke and kneeing (and hitting him with his thigh) in the corner. Half-unconscious, Zeleke staggers forward, Jim wheel kicking him over and down. Thunder mounts him, hitting forearm…after forearm…after forearm. With Zeleke just about out of it for good, Jimmy Thunder hoists him high up for the Thunder Crash, pulverizing his face into the mat. With a smug look, he picks Zeleke back up, placing him in the corner and flourishing in front of the crowd, standing atop the ring.*
Thunder: NOBODY! NOBODY! NOBODY! DEFEATS T…J…T!
*Thunder lifts him up, getting into the corner as well and putting him in position for a Powerbomb. Leaping extremely far, Thunder just about has Zeleke over the outer ring, when he suddenly feels being flipped over—Zeleke is somehow still in this match, holding onto Thunder’s head with his legs and flipping him over…over…as they reach the ropes, Zeleke grasps on, Jimmy flailing to gain ahold of something, but to no avail as he finds himself diving into the pit, a single scream being heard from below.*
Faboon: AAAAAAAAAH! The cap of the skullular flavor of which containing the fantastically enigmatic juices and jellies of thought….PAIN!
*Zeleke, still feeling almost knocked out after the tussle with Jimmy Thunder, finds himself nursing…well, his entire body. Meanwhile, Jason Jupiter has found the key to the collar, unlocking his valet and manager and allowing her to move freely. Thinking that the yelp was caused by Zeleke falling into the pit, Jason simply yells...*
Jason: You get him, Jim? …
Jason: Jim? Did you get him? *sighs*
*As Terina rubs the side of her neck from next to the ring, Jason hurriedly runs up the steps, finding himself tripping over and landing face first mere inches from the inner rope circle of the donut-shaped ring. He gets onto his knees, backing up a few feet, and turns his head around 90 degrees, only to have his eyes bug out, Zeleke staring at him, face to face with a wide, toothy grin. Jason scrambles up backwards, Zeleke leaps into the nearby ropes and comes bouncing off, hitting a springboard elbow that knocks over Jupiter. Jason gets back up…ANOTHER springboard elbow. Again, Jason gets up…SPRINGBOARD CROSSBODY! The crowd erupts in cheers, Zeleke managing to make a comeback in the match, a chance to win one for the team…a chance to be EWT World Tag Team Champions with Faboon.*
*Zeleke scales a turnbuckle of the inner ring of ropes adjacent to the pit, but Jason Jupiter pulls himself back to his feet, rushing over and trying to elbow Zeleke off. Zeleke falls back reeling, but does not let go as Jason Jupiter hits him once again. Jason climbs the turnbuckle, Jimmy cheering him on from the darkness of the pit as he grabs Zeleke, ready to toss him over and into the pit below. However, Zeleke…licks…Jason across the face….AGAIN….which in and of itself makes Jupiter groan as he attempts to wipe his nose off with one of his hands. Taking advantage of the opportunity, Zeleke tries to force Jason off, but the tag champ slips out and retreats from the turnbuckle, being as careful as he can to avoid the danger presented by possibly falling in…and if he does, it’s all over. Like a monkey, Zeleke stands atop the turnbuckle, posing and dancing as Jason waits for him to come towards him.*
Zeleke: If you desire for tracking of my foot-pounded feet towards you, I…will…NOT!
*Jason decides not to wait for him, dodging back and forth and making his way closer and closer swiping at Zeleke, who leaps up into the air and avoids his arms, landing perfectly back on the turnbuckle.*
Zeleke: Close but further than the moon to the house of waffles in South-Northern Canadia!
*Jason again tries to grab him and miss.*
Zeleke: Do have you the coordination of a Gasparian Gloop-Globber?! I demand a better foe!
*Zeleke leaps into the air, coming at Jason with a helicopter kick and knocking him over. Way over. Jason topples over the top rope of the inner circle, hanging on for dear life as he scrambles to pull himself up and avoid the pit. The crazy man turns around, dancing and facing the cameraman, but Jason finally hoists himself out, grabbing Zeleke from behind and German suplexing him over…over…NO! Zeleke holds on still, pulling himself back in. With a shoulder, he knocks over Jason Jupiter, who falls between the top and middle ropes, but manages to slide back in, dodging a bullet again. Finally, Jason grabs Zeleke, hitting him with an elbow and attempts to hit him with a belly to belly suplex, but Zeleke grabs him by the head…DIZZY SPINNEROO DRIVER! Jason crumples to the mat as Zeleke quickly shrugs off the strike to his head. Carefully, Zeleke climbs a turnbuckle on the outer circle, waiting for Jason Jupiter, who is standing ever so closely to the pit, to get up to his feet so that he can knock him over and into it with one fell maneuver.*
*Terina, observing this entire incident from below, decides that she’s had enough. With a stern look on her face, she stomps up the wooden, spiral staircase of the ring, the crowd booing at what could potentially happen. Zeleke, on the other hand, is oblivious to her, his eyes focused on a recovering Jason Jupiter.*
Zeleke: This is the moment of momentum of this momentous moment of momenteers, indeedery! Here I go for victory and the pale West-light of Acropolis of Foreign Alien Island!
*Zeleke leaps into the air, a torpedo dropkick his move of choice. On the other hand, Terina has made it into the ring, not even a yard away from Jason Jupiter. Just as Jupiter turns around into what could be his last moment as tag champion…TERINA TACKLES JASON OVER?! Zeleke, his eyes transfixed on Jason Jupiter as he sails over, into the pit with a crash!*
DING DING DING!
Finkel: Here are your winners…and STILL EWT WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS…T…J…T!
*Filter’s “Welcome to the Fold” blares over the speakers to downright BRUTAL boos, the referee, a key in hand along with the two tag belts, rushes under the elevated ring, unlocking the cyndrilical pit chamber. He lifts up the curtain, Jimmy Thunder staggering out with Zeleke and Faboon pouring out, half-unconscious behind them, on their hands and knees. Shards of stained glass can be seen, Faboon a bit bloodied from it all. Terina leads the disheveled looking Jason Jupiter down the wooden steps, the two meeting up with Jimmy Thunder. The ref hands the two still-champions the titles, the trio advancing up the ramp and to the stage, where, victorious once more, they raise their EWT World Tag Team Championships high in the air, before departing behind the curtain as the two of Raft-Shack hoist themselves to their feet.*
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Post by Toom E. Guci on Nov 4, 2007 13:26:21 GMT -5
BACKSTAGE-EWT ARENA
*Coach O'Hare, Aidan Donnelly & Sean McCann are walking around backstage singing rather rambunctiously as they toast their associate, the newly crowned EWT Toolshed Champion, "The Celtic Giant" Shane Malone. Malone is with them too, of course, carrying his newly won prize in his hands. He also seems to be smiling, an unusal expression for the normally sombre looking Giant. All four men are carrying tins of Guinness in their hands & the three more talkative members of the team are making quite a racket in their revelry. As the camera gets closer & Marisol Kaneshall approaches them we hear them finishing off their song.*
O'Hare, Aidan & Sean: ... Amhrán na bhFiann!
O'Hare: Great one, lads, great one! Wasn't that a cracker though? Did ya see him take out that buck-eejit Sigma? Ha, ha, ha! Right, right, what song will we do next?
Sean: How about "The Big, Strong Man"?
O'Hare: Ah, very appropriate, Sean. Right, let's start *clears throat*...
O'Hare, Aidan & Sean: Did... Ya... Hear about the big, strong man... He lives in a Caravan...
*The celebration is cut somewhat short by the interruption of Marisol.*
Marisol: Mr. Coachman, I have to ask, now that Shane Malone has won the Tim The Toolman title, what's next for Team Ireland?
*O'Hare & the rest of the lads clearly aren't too happy about the interruption, but O'Hare waves his hands at them, to get Aidan & Sean to calm down.*
O'Hare: Well, y'know, Melissa...
Marisol: Marisol...
O'Hare: Jim-Bob, I was thinking we could get back to what made Team Ireland famous not only here in EWT, but throughout the wrestling world... I was thinking we could get back to taking what's ours & reclaim those EWT World Tag-Team Championships again...
Sean: TAG-TEAM CHAMPIONS! YEEEEEEEEOOOOOOOO!
O'Hare: [Adressing Sean] HOULD ON, SEAN! WOULD YA EVER WHIST FOR A WEE MINUTE! [Adressing Marisol]... But then, I had a thought, those poor wee fellas, TJT, they're so young & naive... We took it easy on them. We'll let them hold on to "their" belts a wee bit longer. Right now, we've got more pressing matters to contend with. Come on...
*O'Hare & the rest of Team Ireland begin walking down the hall as Marisol & the camera attempt to keep up.*
Aidan: Coach, should we really be letting this consume us? I mean it was YOU who wanted rid of the fella in the first place...
O'Hare: It's the principle of the thing, son! You do not LEAVE Team Ireland! You can't trust a lad like that! Someone who's going to leave his team-mates like that! I want to get him back on our side just so I can boot him out again!
*Finally, O'Hare stops outside a locker room door with a huge garish looking star on it. Rather loud music can be heard playing from within & not the type which Team Ireland enjoys evidently. With a scowl on his face, O'Hare knocks on the door. It opens & there stands "The Bollywood Big Shot" Mahavir Abha. Apparently he was practicing some form of dance routine with Jasmyne as she joins him shortly afterwards, leaning over his shoulder, re-fastening her top & looking rather flushed. I mean, it has to be dancing right? What else could they possibly be doing?*
Mahavir: Ha-Ha! It is Mr. Baseball! Yes, yes? What can Mahavir do for you today?
*O'Hare obviously isn't too keen on talking to Mahavir, but he perseveres & actually looks up to the Bollywood star with a huge smile on his face.*
O'Hare: You can do nothing for me, son! It's your wee mate Liam that I've come to see. Is he about here?
*Liam walks in from the background sipping on a cup of coffee. When he sees O'Hare & co. a look of terror flashes across his face.*
Liam: No, no, no, no, no, no ,no, no...
O'Hare: Aye, that's right Liam! We've figured it out y'see! [Adressing Mahavir] You may have tried to hide it, but I know now what this "secret" is. You can only keep these things hidden for so long! Liam did you really think I had no way of finding out? I know your old football coach from back when you played for your county. He told me everything!
*Liam begins cowering he drops his coffee on the ground. Mahavir & Jasmyne both rush quickly over to him.*
O'Hare: Aye, now I know it all! And now all the EWT fans will know too. He told me about you leaving home when you were 19. How you deserted your family, your girlfriend, how you left a promising GAA career behind when you simply disappeared one day.
*Liam is in tears on the floor. He looks up at O'Hare.*
Liam: D-did he tell you why?
*O'Hare is confused.*
O'Hare: Wait, what are you talking about? You mean THAT'S not it? I thought the whole thing about you up & leaving home 8 years ago WAS your secret!
Mahavir: Ha-Ha! Foolish man. Next time perhaps you make sure you have full details before rushing off to make yourself look like... tool, yes?
*Mahavir & Jasmyne help Liam back to his feet again. O'Hare is irate. He smashes his Guinness can against a wall.*
O'Hare: But then... w-what?... Here, how the hell do YOU know so much about this fella anyway?
*Mahavir flashes a grin at O'Hare.*
Mahavir: Mahavir is big star, yes? Mahavir makes sure that he know all about EWT before he come here. I do my research. I check up the facts on everybody. It is Liam here who catches Mahavir's eye. Mahavir knows the secret that will take Liam to the top because I have this...
*Mahavir produces a VHS tape with "L. O'NEILL" written in black letters on a white label on front of it. O'Hare grasps for the tape. Mahavir stops him.*
Mahavir: A-ah-ah, friend. Mahavir is not ready to give this out unless Mahavir's friend is ready.
O'Hare: Why do you even care about him anyway? He's a piece of crap. He...
Mahavir: He will be the biggest star in all of wrestling... *He waves the tape in front of O'Hare's face.* ... And Mahavir knows how!
*Mahavir slams his door right in O'Hare's face as the Coach fumes with rage. Aidan & Sean try to get the Coach's spirits up again with a bit of a song, but O'Hare is on no mood for it. He looks towards each member of Team Ireland individually & says only one thing...*
O'Hare: We HAVE to get that tape!
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Post by Toom E. Guci on Nov 4, 2007 13:26:58 GMT -5
Finkel: The following is the Contract vs Ox-Division title match... Introducing FIRST...
“Rose” by Anna Tsuchiya hits the speakers to introduce the challenger first for the match.
As the vocals kick in, Juri appears in the middle of the stands in the crowd. She points up, in her trademark stance, staring straight ahead as she snaps her hip out in the opposite way. Showing little hesitation, she strolls down the stairs and slapping the hands of various crowd members. Almost slipping as she walks, her eyes taken off the stairs to be focused on a sign that says “Make your slave, Cass”!. The crowd around her hushes as she lingers, staring at the sign. She only rolls her eyes and smirks, placing her hands on her hands then gives a title around the waist motion. Continuing the pathway uneventfully, she steps onto the barricade and points up yet again. A few crowd members behind her points up as well.
Finkel: On her way to the ring... Now residing in Osaka, Japan... Weighing in at 142 lbs... She is the Broken Rose of EWT.... BR JURI SADAMOTO!
Stepping off the turnbuckle, Juri quickly walks towards the ring and rolls in. Just as she gets to her knees the music dies down. Before she can do her usual stretches she is interrupted by the lights in the arena dimming, along with a now-infamous airy note playing. Slowly, some of the lights begin to turn back on, becoming a golden color this time. As the song spins into the intro, the lights spin as well, becoming spotlights that search about the entire arena for a short while. Once the intro of the "Square Dance" is finally over, and the actual song begins, the lights all focus into a single golden spotlight right at the head of the ramp. After a short wait, defending Ox-Division champ slowly steps out into the spotlight. He wears his title on his shoulder and his head tilted down, seemingly having a lot of his mind. For a split second, he looks up into the ring, staring at the one he so loves and the one he has to defeat tonight to retain his title. Surprisingly, after looking at Juri, Cass cracks a smirk. Very shortly, the smirk turns into a smile, and the smile widens into a grin. Pretty soon, the scarred Ox-Division champ is laughing sinisterly, heading down to the ring with the sure shot that he's walking out of here with his title and a manager.
Finkel: And the champion... On his way to the ring, he hails from Los Angeles, California! Weighing in at 225 lbs... He is the EWT Ox-Division Champion... CASSINOVA!
Cassinova rolls into the ring and stands up, smoothing out his clothes and repositioning his title. Afterwhich, he smirks at Juri and stands about three feet away from her. Juri narrows her eyes as she stares into the very eyes of her opponent. Strangely, he remains unaffected by her stare. Rather, he holds up his title before smirking.
Cass: Take a good like at this title. This is mine. I own this. This is my property. Just like your ass will be soon.
She smirks.
Juri: Keep staring, little boy. It will only make the beat down come quicker.
Cass: Perfect. I'm actually glad that you've be practicing dirty talk for when I win.
She says nothing as the referee calls for the ring bell. At the sound of the bell, Miss Sadamoto charges toward him at full speed. She prepares to attack... but he just moves out of the way and whips her with such a force that she goes over the top rope. Catching herself on the top rope, Juri pulls herself to the apron. She flashes an angered look at Cass, who merely shrugs in return before mumbling something about not wanting to damage what will be my property... yet.
In a fury, Juri re-enters and charges at him again. Cass ducks quickly and, with his right hand, grabs the back of her head. Using her momentum he runs with her and throws her over the top rope again. This time, she lands to the outside with a thud, however she jumps back up to her feet. The fiery Joshi rolls into the ring, only for Cass to exit. She rushes toward his side and exits, only for him to roll back in. The crowd resounds in boos as Cassinova has thus far prevented any sort of action from happening.
Juri goes to slide back in and Cass rolls out in unison, but Juri faked him out! He turns right into her, yet he doesn't seem surprised. Taking a jump back, he runs away from her. Juri's eyes become engulfed in a jade colored fury. She dashes after him as he runs around the ring. At the seven count, he rolls into the ring and waits for Juri to enter. She does, then quickly makes it to her knees. There is a look of confusion on her face as she expected Cass to attack, yet he did not. Rather he looks down with a rather large smile on his face.
Cass: Get familiar with that position.
He pats her on the head and quickly backs up. The redhead almost quakes in anger as she stands. Instead of charging, she slowly circles Cass in hopes of a better turnout. She goes for a lock up and Cass shrugs then complies.
But before their fingers touch, he points up.
Cass: Look down!
She pauses, tricked by the rather simple ploy. Using her delay to the fullest, the California Pretty Boy looks in a Headlock. Juri struggles desperately to break the hold but Cass is unfortunately has it locked in, yet it's obvious that he's not putting any power into it. In fact, he holds it so loosely that it actually is keeping Juri out of range for a gut shot. The girl flails her arms and, in a last ditch effort, tries to push the hold away, only for Cass to respond by bringing her closer to his side. Getting an even bigger head than usual, he unlocks his left hand from his right arm that still holds his 'love' in. He almost lovingly strokes the top of her head with his left.
Juri: GRRRRRRAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!
Cass' antics backfire. The hold no longer strong on her, she pushes with all her might at his back which sends him to the ropes. As he almost rebounds off of them, he catches the ropes. As only he can do, he brushes his hair back with his right hand and plays to the crowd--who boo loudly in response. A blur of red fires toward the OX Division champion. But he ducks and throws it over the ropes yet again. Juri tumbles left shoulder first to the apron. Several crowd members wince along with her as she holds her shoulder on the ringside apron. Cass backs away from her, holding a hand to his mouth momentarily as if he was worried about her, before lowering the hand to reveal a slight smile. Sadamoto rolls back into the ring and pulls herself up with aid from the ropes.
Juri grits her teeth as she makes it back to full stance. Barring a push to the back, she has not touched Cass. Using more aggression than brains, she sprints toward Cass, only to run right into a Sleeper! One could almost see the outrage building in Juri's small frame to near exploding levels. Instinctively knowing that he can't hold the Broken Rose for long, he takes a step back and drops her back-of-the-head first into the mat. Not allowing her a moment of recovery, he pulls her up and Irish Whips her hard against the ropes. He turns and plays to the crowd, expecting Juri to be propelled over the top rope like before. But she rebounds back at a high velocity. Cass nods to the crowd in an action that could only be described as pure arrogance. He turns around, fully ready to see Juri on the outside--but that is not what happens. Rather, he's caught right in the jaw with Juri's Ro-zu Thorn! He crashes back first to the mat as the crowd explodes for Juri's first offensive move of the match.
The Irish Japanese American girl squeals in enjoy as she rolls back towards him and waits for him to lift his head. As he does, she leaps from a squatting position to a low Dropkick. He falls back, narrowly dodging the attack and makes it back to his feet. But Juri's right there to meet him!
WOO!
A Knife Edge Chop catches Cass right across the chest. Instantly, Juri's eyes go strangely cold. She rears back and unloads a machinegun-like series of chops at the chest of Cass.
WOO!
WOO!
WOO!
WOO!
WOO!
WOO!
WOO!
WOO!
WOO!
As Cass holds his chest in pain, she rears back and cracks him hard against the jaw with a vicious right hook. Clearwater stumbles back slightly but remains somehow standing. Not to be undone, Juri leaps and slams a hard Enzuigiri against the back of his skull. The Blonde He-man titters forward but is pushed back against turnbuckle by the Broken Rose before he could fall. Juri grabs him by the back of his head and pulls him to her eyes. She only shakes her head to the side slowly and then drops it.
WOO!
She chops him right across the bridge of the nose. As he holds his face in pain, she levels a sick chop against his throat.
WOO!
Violently smiling, she rears back for another chop only for the referee to stop her.
Referee: Enough! Sadamoto, let him breathe!
She glares at him in such a way that he trembles and quickly backs away. Juri turns back towards her victim. A turn right into a Clothesline that sends her rolling backward on the ground. As she rubs a gloved hand against the back of her head, Cass adjusts his jaw with his hand. He shakes his head from side to side as he gets out the cobwebs. It's clear to everyone that Cass does not feel as he did before getting caught with the Ro-zu Thorn. Gone the cheerful merit of a cat playing with a mouse. The fun is over, the mouse has struck back and very hard at that. Juri makes it back to her feet as Cass gives her the same cold stare he had when he unleashed Vivian upon her.
Cass: You just don't get it...
Juri: I get it all too well.
Cass: You made me do this. You've forced me to do what I didn't want to do... Now, my poor beautiful rose, I'm going to finally make you understand.
Juri: Try me.
He sighs a forlorn sigh and gets into a game stance. Juri gets into a stance as well, and the two slowly approach each other. They circle around a bit, and the crowd begins to buzz as they are finally going to have a real match on their hands. Their fingers twitching, Cass and Juri each try to find the opportune moment to get a good grapple in on the other person. Eventually, Cass decides to just go on the attack, dropping his hands and sending a knee crashing into Juri's ribs. Juri bends over, and Cassinova immediatley grabs her head with an evenflow DDT! Cassinova immediately pins!
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Juri kicks out violently. Cassinova makes it to his feet and waits for Juri to do the same. Holding her head, she stands and shakes away the throbbing pain, before rushing at Cass and attempting to lunge at him with an attack! Cass, with the swiftness of a champion, spins out of the way and grapples her from behind, attempting to deliver a German suplex! He lifts and throws her with all of his might, but Juri uses the airtime to wake up and allow the momentum to land her on her feet. Following this reverse of fortunes, she grabs him from behind and locks him into a sleeper hold! Cassinova, feeling the grip around his neck, flails about in the center of the ring, but his nowhere to go. He tries shaking her off, flipping her over his shoulder, and other tactics that do not release the Joshi's submission. Finally, out of desperation, Cass eyes a corner on the far side of the ring and wastes no time before turning away from it and backing into it with all his might! Juri slams into the turnbuckles back-first, but doesn't release her grip. Cassinova is losing air quickly now, and decides to sacrifice some more as he slowly walks to the center of the ring and runs backwards, slamming her into the corner once more! Juri's grip loosens substantially, but she still doesn't let go. Cassinova is fading now, but Juri can't hold on for much longer. Feeling her slipping, Cass decides to send her into the turnbuckles once more, and slowly walks to the middle of the ring to give himself some momentum room. As he reaches the center, Juri suddenly jumps and brings him down with a sleeper lungblower! Broken Stem Driver #1! With Cass down, Juri goes for the cover!
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Cass gets the shoulder up! Juri takes in a few breaths before rolling off of him and lifting him by the hair. On his way up, the Ox-Division champ nails a vicious elbow into Juri's stomach, before grabbing her head in a DDT and calling for it! Without wanting to waste too much time, he flips forward for the DreamDriver and delivers!
No! Cass flips all the way forward and lands in a sitting position, but Juri handsprings out of the maneuver! Landing back on her feet, she rushes forward at Cass and sends a thrusting knee smashing into his mouth! Cass falls backwards, and is prone for a pin, but Juri suddenly clutches at her shoulder and drops to a knee. Appearing as if she re-injured herself with the last reversal, she winces and tries to get up with the sharp pain in her shoulder. Meanwhile, Cassinova makes it to his feet with the help of the ropes, holding his mouth and re-adjusting his jaw for the second time tonight. Juri feels well enough to continue, but is too distracted by a wince to see Cassinova grab her by her good arm and whip her to the far ropes. On her return, he tries to grab her for a rebound move, but she slides under him and strategically lands on the apron! Now separated by a set of ropes, Juri leans in and headbutts Cassinova in the face! Cass stumbles backwards groggily as Juri climbs to the turnbuckle, and as he turns around she suddenly leaps off and flies at him with an attempt TIMFA! Whether it's out of instinct or skill can be argued, but Cassinova sees the move just in time to catch her on his shoulders, turn around, and plant her in the center of the ring with a spinning sitout powerbomb! He holds for a pin!
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Juri rolls out of the pin and out of the ring. Cassinova, forgetting his immediate strategy and who he's fighting, feels the adrenaline of having the edge in this match. With Juri slowly getting to her feet on the outside, Cassinova runs to the ropes furthest from her, returns, and attempts to kick her face in with a baseball slide! Juri manages to dodge this quick enough for Cass to slide completely out of the ring and land on his feet, albeit facing away from her. Cass quickly spends around to see a waiting Juri! Rose Red! Cassinova drops and lays still, before Juri picks him up and rolls him into the ring. Sliding in after him, she swiftly pins!
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No! Cassinova gets a foot on the ropes! Juri slowly and tiredly rolls off of him, gasping for air as Cassinova rolls away from her. The two exhausted competitors each use the assistance of the ropes to help them to their feet, and each take their time getting up. Finally, after a long while of waiting, the two suddenly get a burst of energy and rush each other! Juri ducks under a punch from Cass and bounces off of the ropes! They cross paths once more and she slides under him this time! One more time off of the ropes before returning... Rose Lariato! Cass is knocked into a horizontal position in mid-air before crashing to the mat on his neck. Juri, exhausted, drops as well, and the two lie on the mat with the referee as the last man standing. Having no other choice but to do his job, the referee begins to count...
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Juri begins to stir. Cass doesn't move an inch...
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Juri starts to stand...
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Juri's almost to her feet...
She makes it in time! She takes in a lot of deep breaths, before walking back over to Cassinova. Cass' head, face, and neck are now in such agonizing pain that he's almost numb to Juri's touch as she tiredly lifts him to his feet. Wanting this to be over now and for Cass to be out of her life, Juri uses all of her remaining strength to lift Cassinova in an Argentine backbreaker position! The heavy champ is a lot of weight on her shoulders, and she gives everything she has to attempt to spin him out and nail her deadly Broken Rose Driver! Taking a deep breath, she grabs his throat and spins him out, but can't muster enough strength to secure him. To the awe and chagrin of many, Cass takes the momentum and uses it to drive Juri's head to the mat with a DDT! Juri falls directly on her forehead, but Cass doesn't let go to pin. Instead, he stands up with her still locked in, before taking her to the corner, climbing to the top, and spinning off with a tornado DDT! This spikes her, but the champ still isn't done. The angry crowd is maliciously giving Cass a hissing chant of "Scarface! Scarface! Scarface!"
Cass, looking out at the crowd, spits in the direction of some fans and turns Juri over in a reverse DDT position. With a scowl and a furious yell...
Cassinova: Scarface ain't got s*** on me!
...He leaps backwards and drives the back of her head to the mat with a reverse DDT! Following this skull-shattering combo, Cassinova decides he is still not done--and wants this match to end. Exhausted and not all "there", Cassinova too gives a slashing motion to his throat, before helping Juri halfway to her feet. Leaving her like this, he quickly exits the ring to the apron, holding onto the top rope and waiting for her to stand all the way up. Juri is basically out of it, and Cassinova tries to keep patient. After about a minute and a half of waiting with a stressed and disappointed crowd creating a clamor behind him, Juri finally stands all the way up. Like a snake, Cassinova immediately strikes. He jumps onto the top rope, turning away from the ring as he does, before springboarding and spinning back towards Juri. Flying towards her, she has no time to react as he grabs her head and nails a tornado DDT, planting her with Head Trauma! Juri lies on the mat, limply, and Cassinova crawls towards her. The crowd groans and turn away from the ring, not wanting to see the end of this. Cassinova is too completely drained to gloat, and tiredly drapes an arm over Juri for the cover...
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No! Juri suddenly gets the shoulder up! This is met with a thunderous cheer and loud foot stomps from the audience, and the half-conscious Cassinova would be in awe if he could still feel feelings. The two competitors have been running on adrenaline for the last half of the match, but even that won't pull them to their feet for quite some time at this point. After a long while of recuperating, Cassinova begins to stand. He slowly but surely makes it to a kneeling position, but freezes. Seeing Juri lying motionless on the ground gives Cass enough remorse to stop him in his tracks and make him realize what he's done. He places his hand on his own forehead, not believing what he's been doing to the woman he loves for the past twenty minutes. Would he really go this far just to have her? Would he cripple Juri to make her love him? Would she ever love him? He can't even look at her anymore. Tearfully, he turns his head away and closes his eyes. He takes in breaths in shallow gasps, and Juri meanwhile opens her eyes. Both Cass and Juri are near empty on their gas tanks, but seeing Cass down on one knee gives Juri the strength to rise to her feet. He sees her stand, and his emotions leave him. The wrestler, champion Cass comes back out. Not to be outdone by her stance, Cass joins her. This has been madness for him. Not only has he been brutalized by his image of perfection but he has 'damaged' her as well. As she comes closer to her, he realizes that she has been considerably worn down to the point that a major move would do her in. Or maybe even a simple move. The two lock out, with Juri actually gaining the upper hand. Apparently Cass was more weakened than he thought.
Using what's left of her strength, she tries to push Cass back to gain the upper hand, but he's just simply backing up. Before long, Cass' back is being pushed against the middle section of the ring ropes. The referee calls for a break up but doesn't have to. Juri, having used up her stores, has broken the hold herself involuntarily and is actually leaning against Cass for support. Seeing this as his golden opportunity, the Ox-Division Champion grabs his challenger/dream girl by the back of the head and charges towards the opposite ropes. Sadamoto goes flying over the top rope and to the outside! The crowd boos as Cass has taken his previous strategy back up, but Cass simply turns and looks to the referee. He motions for the referee to speed up the counting, showing what exactly he has planned. If he can't pin the fiery Joshi without nearly killing her, he can sure as hell when by count out.
But there's a problem! Juri never touched the floor! It would seem that she caught the top rope is simply dangling from it!
Wanting to continue his course, he walks over to her and reaches down to break he hold. CRACK! The crowd winces as Juri swing herself up in order to slam her right foot against Cass' temple. The Californian stumbles backward looking absolutely clueless to where he is at the moment, and BR uses the momentum from her swing to land back on the apron. She leans forward against the ropes, breathing heavily. By lifting her head she can see that Cass is just now recovering from her boot shot. Her eyes go wide. She points up. Cheers begin to pick up. Pulling herself down with all her might, Juri launches her legs upward. Sadamoto springboards off the ropes, getting amazing height! Shaking his head, Cass gathers his senses just in time to see the knees of Juri connect against his face! Juri lands a springboard TIMFA on Cass! Cass is out cold! Barely having anything left, Juri just falls to the side of Cass. The stomping of the crowd reaches a fever pitch as Juri barely raises a hand to cover Cass!
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The EWT arena explodes in cheers!
Finkel: AND YOUR WINNER OF THIS MATCH AND NNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEWWWWWWWWWW EWT OX DIVISION CHAMPION... BR JURI SADAMOTO!
Cass has been dethroned! Miss Sadamoto seems barely able to stand and understandably so after the tough, even match she just went through. Even so, upon being handed the title by the referee, she makes to her feet to have her hand raised. As she holds the title in her hands, “Rose” kicks in. Breathing heavily, she falls to her knees holding the title close to her chest. Finally, she can say that she has hit Cass where it hurts. But right in the middle of her celebration, Cass begins to stir. He stares up in disbelief at the kneed Juri as she holds the title. Holding it for him to see, she kisses the title and raises it up in the air. Lowering it back down, she locks eyes with Cass one last time. Juri smirks and blows a kiss to him before mouthing the word “Sayonara.” With that, she calls for the referee to assist her to the ropes. Juri Sadamoto leaves Cass alone in the ring and exits the arena not through the ramp, but through the crowd itself, taking time to slap the hands of everyone she can.
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Post by Toom E. Guci on Nov 4, 2007 13:27:38 GMT -5
*The crowd is getting pumped up as they are waiting for the next match, Terina versus « Sexually Suggestive » Ivy Rosepine. And they immediately give a loud pop as « Hysteria » hits.*
Announcer : Ladies aaaaaaaand gentlemeeeeen… the following contest is a best 2 out of 3 Falls Count Anywhere match ! Introducig first, from Lille, France… « Sexually Suggestive » IVYYY ROSEPIIIIIINE !!
*Ivy Rosepine makes her way to the ring, smiling at the crowd, greeting and high-fiving fans. She looks very confident after the victory she gave to her team. She gets into the ring and goes to a corner of the ring. Her smile quickly gets away and makes way for an irritated look as soon as « Welcome to the Fold « blasts through the speakers.*
Announcer: And her opponent, from San Diego, California…..TERRRRRRRRRRRRRINAAAAAAA!
*The crowd begins to boo rather loudly—not as loud as the entirety of TJT, but still pretty damn loud nonetheless. Terina doesn’t care, as she walks down to the ring in a newly crafted palette swap of her old outfit—pink replacing red, and the ankhs now a shiny gold. As she reaches the ring, she climbs up to the apron, hooking both arms in the ropes and back flipping over the top rope, letting go and turning around to taunt her opponent, her music fading out.*
DING DING!
*As soon as the bell rings, the two women lock up. Ivy quickly grabs one of Terina’ s and Irish whips her in a turnbuckle. She then runs at Terina for a Clothesline, but Terina moves out of the wazy. Ivy doesn’ t run into the turnbuckle though and she turns around, only to be greeted with a chop to the chest. Ivy puts a hand on it in order to nurse it, and Terina hits her with a strong punch to the left cheek. Terina pushes Ivy’ s head forward in order to smash it against the turnbuckle, but Ivy resists and waves her head backwards to headbutt Terina. As Terina stumbles Backwards, Ivy turns around while jumping and kicks Terina with an Enzuigiri to the side of the head. Ivy then wraps her arm around Terina’s head and applies a Headlock. Terina tries to get out of the hold but Ivy keeps it locked in. When she feels Terina is about to get out, she starts to run while still grabbing Terina’ s head, trying to go for a Bulldog, but Terina pushes her into the ropes. Ivy bounces and Terina performs a Flapjack and Ivy strongly falls on the mat face first! As Ivy Rosepine is nursing her nose and mouth, Terina crouches over her and grabs her chin for a Camel Clutch! Rosepine audibly moans from the pain, but she quickly reacts and strikes Terina with an elbow to the kidney which makes Terina fall from Ivy’s back.
Ivy wants to grab Terina, but she blocks and they lock while being on a half sitting, half kneeled position. Ivy eventually manages to get over Terina and strikes her with a strong punch to the cheek, only for Terina to reply with a punch of her own. The two women exchange strikes like this for a few seconds until terina headbutts Ivy in her previously damaged nose and mandible. Due to this pain, Ivy nurses this part of her face again while getting up and doesn’t notice Terina getting behind her and applying an Abdominal Stretch, but before she can complete the hold, Ivy Rosepine grabs her head and manages to hit her with a Snapmare! Ivy then taunts the downed Terina and runs to the ropes before striking her with the Shining Witch! After this, Ivy brings Terina back to her feet. She grabs Terina by the arm and goes for an Irish whip, but instead of letting her go, Ivy keeps hold of Terina’ s arm and nails her with a Clothesline ! After this maneuver, Ivy poses for the crowd and gets a good reaction. She then turns around and notices Terina is getting up. Ivy Irish whips Terina and hopes to perform a Tornado DDT but Terina uses the momentum of the Irish whip and performs the Crocodile Tears!! The crowd is beaming and Terina covers!*
ONE…
TWO… KICKOUT!
*The two women get up but Ivy is quickly dropped back to the ground by a Shoulder Block from Terina, who then grabs Ivy’s arm for an Armbar. Ivy immediately starts screaming as Terina has it locked in incredibly tight and is tensing the whole arm as much as she can. Ivy doesn’t manage to get her arm out of Terina’s grip and it doesn’t seem like this woman is going to let go any soon. Ivy quickly tries to think about a way to escape from this hold and she eventually notices that her feet are much closer from the ropes than she thought. Unfortunately, Ivy is pretty small and she can’t reach the ropes with her legs. So she must throw her leg forward in order to try and grab the ropes with her foot. She goes for a first try and fails, and she growls as it seems the move made her extend her locked arm even more. Nevertheless, she must try again… but again, she fails. The pain is getting harder and harder to take, she is about to tap out, but she goes for a last try… and she grabs the rope! The referee orders Terina to let go and she refuses, so he strongly drags her away from Ivy.
Rosepine slowly gets back to her feet while nursing her hurt arm and leaning against the ropes to make sure Terina can’t grab her. After a few seconds, Ivy feels a bit better though she is still in great pain, but she must continue with the match, so she leaves the ropes and gets in front of Terina, who charges, but Ivy gets out of the way and Terina gets over the rope, but manages to grab it so she doesn’t fall on the concrete floor, only to get hit with a Dropkick from Ivy which sends her right in the guardrail! Ivy gets time to breathe and restarts nursing her arm until Terina slowly starts getting up. Ivy then grabs the top rope and hops over it on the apron to perform an Asai Moonsault!! Ivy lands right on Terina and they fall on the ground!*
Crowd: G-N-D!! G-N-D!! G-N-D!! G-N-D!!
*Ivy Rosepine obviously took a lot less damage from the impact then her opponent, so she quickly manages to cover Terina.*
ONE…
TWO…
KICKOUT!
*Terina gets a shoulder up ! Ivy is in shock as she was convinced she’d get the fall. She gets up though and so does Terina, but Ivy grabs her arms and tries to Irish whip Terina, who counters and whips Ivy Rosepine instead! And right into the steel steps!! The steps fall from the impact and Ivy is lying on the ground! But that’s not enough for Terina who searches under the apron for a weapon and drags… a wooden table! She lifts it over her head so that the crowd can clearly understand Ivy’s fate. This gets her a big reaction from the spectators in the arena, made both of excitement and fear. Terina sets up the table and as she turns around to pick up Ivy Rosepine, she barely has time to see the black glove in front of her face before falling on the ground from the impact of the amazing punch from Ivy! It was so strong it actually busted her open! Ivy picks up the knocked down Terina and places her on the table. She then gets back into the ring and climbs the turnbuckle. She points at the crowd, signaling for an aerial maneuver, and the crowd goes wild. Rosepine especially points at a girl in the front row who must be 12-13 years old and seems to be very excited at the sight of her favorite Girl Next Door (and favorite EWT wrestler period) about to hit such a move. Ivy smiles at her before focusing on her opponent. She looks at Terina and the table in order to make she sure she’ll do the biggest impact possible without hurting herself too badly. She now rises on the turnbuckle and she jumps, going for a Shooting Star Press!
KRRRRAAAASSHHH!!
TERINA ROLLED OUT OF THE WAY! IVY ONLY FELL THROUGH THE TABLE AND RIGHT INTO THE CONCRETE FLOOR!! The crowd is in awe and the little girl is shocked as she sees Terina pinning Ivy.*
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!!
DING DING!
Announcer : Ladies and gentlemen, the first fall is awarded to Terina! If she scores one more point by pinfall or submission, she wins the match!
*Terina gets back up to her feet, rubbing the back of her head and picking up Ivy by the head as well. After giving her a stiff chop up against the retaining barrier, she throws her smaller opponent over and out into the audience, a swarm of extremely vocal fans yelling at and cheering on the two ladies. Terina grabs an umbrella from a nearby man, shrugging off his browbeating as she places it against the throat of Ivy from behind, choking away. After a few seconds, she lets go and lifts it high in the air, swinging down. However, Ivy is regaining full consciousness ever so slowly, using her legs to block the umbrella, knocking it out of the hands of her adversary and back nearby the steamed man, who picks it back up, cradling it like a lost child. Regaining her balance from nearly being knocked over by the kick (despite not really being hit from it), Terina stops her assault for a few moments—which is enough for Ivy to get back on her feet and fight back against Terina. A forearm shot opens up as the first move of her counterattack, following up with a second, third, fourth—no, Terina begins fighting back again! The two begin to trade shots back and forth, but Terina goes for a calf kick the slows her down—and Ivy dodges it—moving out of the way and returning with one of her own. Realizing that this sudden second wind is too much for her to effectively handle at the moment, Terina beats a hasty retreat, running away and moving crowd members in her way as she begins to scale up the rows of seats, Ivy following close behind. At one of the points where there’s another row to scale, Terina makes it halfway up, until she feels a grip around her ankles from below. Rosespine hangs on, trying to pull down her adversary, and Terina finds herself hanging onto the guardrails above, trying to escape. A swift kick buys her the time to slip out and climb back up onto the next level, ducking behind a few more audience members as she notices a door.*
“EMERGENCY EXIT.”
*She smiles and shrugs at the camera, kicking the door open and bolting through it. Ivy quickly follows, with crowd members pointing at the door. She looks over at them, giving an acknowledging gesture and follows in immediately.*
Announcer: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, TERINA AND “SEXUALLY SUGGESTIVE” IVY ROSESPINE HAVE LEFT THE MAIN ARENA AREA. HOWEVER, THE MATCH WILL CONTINUE TO GO ON. IF THEY DO INDEED HAPPEN TO LEAVE THE BUILDING, THIS MATCH WILL CONTINUE TO BE SHOWN, VIA DIRECT FEED TO THE TOOMITRON AT INTERVALS.
*The crowd goes abuzz, and immediately, the cameras shift backstage, where Ivy is looking for Terina, who is probably still in the immediate vicinity. Looking around, Ivy finds herself attacked from behind by Terina, who immediately places her in a sleeper, trying to put her opponent in sandy land—thus ending the match immediately. However, Ivy uses one of her legs to sweep Terina off of her, the woman of TJT falling right on her tush, scrambling backwards to try to get away from Ivy—who now has the chance to gain the advantage once more. Ivy grabs Terina, picking her up and whipping her into a wall in the hallways. Ivy backs up a little bit, running at her and leaping up with a leg, knocking Terina back down to the floor. Ivy gets up, brushing herself off for a few moments and immediately goes back to work on her opponent, punching away. Terina covers herself up, trying to slip away, but finding herself cornered and on the floor, makes a move of desperation. An eye rake allows her to make the escape she so direly needs, getting back up to her feet and hitting Ivy with a short arm clothesline. Ivy doesn’t fall over, but instead keeps fighting. The two begin to hit chops back and forth. Amazingly, the crowd can plainly be heard shouting “WOO!” at each and every chop.
WOO!
WOO!
WOO!
WOO!
WOO!
WOO!
WOO!
WOO!
*Both seem to be wincing from each chop, but keep hitting one another. That is, until Terina decides to leap up into the air and dropkick Ivy over. While it most likely is hardly a pinning predicament, Terina covers anyway and out of nowhere, a referee rushes into the immediate area.*
ONE…
TWO…
KICKOUT!
*Terina isn’t surprised, and so picks up Ivy immediately, only to be pushed back into a stack of nearby crates. As she slams back against them, she notices Rospine advancing towards her and throws an errant hook, missing as Ivy elbows her against the 7-foot tall stack of wooden boxes. Another elbow. Enzuiguri~! Ivy completes her elbow dream, her opponent toppling to the floor as though being shot in the head—but when you’re feeling that kind of kick, you would be too—and lands face-down. Ivy locks her in a single leg crab, pulling on the leg and bridging the body ever so slowly. Terina refuses to submit, and Ivy lets go, stomping her on the stomach a few times. Ivy climbs the stack of crates, aiming to leap off with something, but Terina staggers back up to her feet, grabbing Ivy from the top and holding on as she hits a few punches and slings the smaller Rosepine over her shoulder in a fireman carry position. However, just as she seems to be ready to drop her through the boxes for the Mako Driver, Ivy drops behind her, pushing her from behind and off the crates. Terina lands in a crouch, getting up and turning around only to receive a double axe handle, sending her staggering back. Ivy and Terina begin to brawl once again, hitting strikes back and forth, both slowly coming to what looks to be a large door to the outside, a large wooden table parallel to the wall located nearby. Terina grabs a hold of Ivy and slams her head onto the table, and then picks up a metal wastebasket from under the table, lifting it up and slamming down. Ivy pulls back, the can going clean through the table. Rosepine kicks the legs of Terina, knocking the can out from under her, the metal object landing on her head and knocking her over. Ivy delivers a leg drop to Terina, covering her as a referee rushes over to the action.
ONE…
TWO…
KICKOUT!
*Ms. Rosepine picks up the self-proclaimed “Most technical GND in EWT” and pushes her into the table, rearing back and rushing forth for the Guêpière, but unfortunately for her, Terina slides downward, kicking Ivy off her feet and into the table. Ivy staggers backwards, pushing herself away from the table as Terina grabs her from behind, kneeing her in the spine and throwing her into the huge double doors to the outside. Terina goes up to her, ready to follow up with some more damage, Ivy pushes against the bar on the door, causing it to open as Terina runs right past her and into the parking lot. As Ivy lets go of the door and approaches her opponent, the cameraman begins to follow them as the in-arena cameras return to the focus.*
Announcer: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, TERINA AND IVY ROSEPINE HAVE LEFT THE BUILDING! THEREFORE, THIS MATCH WILL CONTINUE UNDER DIRECT FEED VIA CAMERAMAN TO THE TOOMITRON, AS PREVIOUSLY STATED. HOWEVER, DUE TO THE NATURE OF THIS MATCH, WE WILL BE SHOWING THE PROGRESS OF THE MATCH AT INTERVALS BETWEEN MACTHES! THEREFORE, ONTO THE NEXT MATCH…
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Post by Toom E. Guci on Nov 4, 2007 13:28:23 GMT -5
* Toom E Dangerously is backstage as dorf comes rushing in.*
Toom E: It’s about damn time you showed up for your match.
Dorf: Look, don’t give me any lip…Ok? There was a massive pile up on the freeway. Traffic was backed up like hell. I actually got out & ran here. You think I wanna lose my job for breach of contract? No! I don’t!
* Just then, Toom E’s cell phone rings.*
Toom E: Hello? What? You’re kidding me! How far out are you? You have got to be kidding me! Alright. Look, it’s not your fault. We can reschedule I guess. Yes, we’ll discuss it tomorrow. No, you won’t be paid for today you idiot!!!
* Toom E hangs up the phone & turns to dorf.*
Toom E: Dorf, you’re saved.
Dorf: I am always saved…for I am perfection.
Toom E: Shut up, you idiot. That was just Ratings on the phone. He’s stuck in your traffic jam with Richard Clay & Chance, so they won’t be able to make it.
Dorf: Well now…thank goodness for the Card Subject to Change Clause!
Toom E: get out of my face, you idiot.
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Post by Toom E. Guci on Nov 4, 2007 13:29:04 GMT -5
*Cutting back to the camera outside, Terina and Ivy have been brawling in the parking lot throughout all of this, approaching the road nearby. Various pedestrians are gathered in the immediate area, watching the event with a referee following the two ladies (along with the cameraman) as they battle with one another throughout. One of them can be heard saying “Hoo boy, I don’t know what these two are fighting over, but I love it!” Ivy forces Terina against the side of an SUV parked just on the edge of the arena parking lot, kneeing Terina a few times in the upper shoulder and delivering a swift kick, just for good measure. Another knee, this time to the face, and Ivy turns around, beaming in front of the fans. However, Terina hoists herself back up, hitting an elbow to the back of Ivy’s head and, upon scaling the top of the SUV, leaps off to deliver a flip neckbreaker onto the asphalt. Terina picks Ivy up, setting her up for a DDT but finds herself being speared into an adjacent car a few empty spaces over. With the wind knocked out of her, she is easily lifted up by Ivy in order to perform a Northern Lights suplex, dropping her slightly larger opponent backwards. Ivy bridges and the referee immediately drops down and counts, the crowd applauding.*
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!
*Terina gets a shoulder up, just in time. Ivy grabs her, attempting to pick her up and receives a counter-attack in the form of a few stiff shots to the gut. Trying her best not to be outdone, Terina quickly takes a page out of….Man Mountain Rock?!...and locks in the Painkiller, thinking that perhaps in all of this brawling, a submission hold may be the most decisive method to win the match. Terina applies as much pressure as she possibly can, but no-go as Rosepine luckily manages to slip out of it, possibly due to Terina being a little less focused than she otherwise would, recently being planted into solid asphalt and all. In any case, Terina attempts to go back on the offensive, but finds herself falling back out onto the sidewalk, fighting with Ivy once more as the two reach a crosswalk. With cars passing by, Terina turns around and makes a mad dash across the street as an old motorist honks their car horn at her. Turning around after crossing the round, she flips the finger and utters something just a tad bit unsavory…although in an instant, she sees Ivy running across the road as well, facing her. Terina throws a roundhouse kick, missing as Ivy slides under it and chop blocking her from behind, knocking her into the grass nearby. Clutching the back of her left leg, Terina turns around to face Ivy, only to see a punch coming right in her direction. Terina ducks it, clutching the outstretched arm, twisting it around and armdragging Rosepine down to the ground. Maneuvering about the arm ever so quickly, she converts the hold to a Fujiwara armbar. Ivy refuses to submit, so Terina picks her back up, dragging her over, down the sidewalk and near to a stop sign. Wrenching at the arm, Terina slams the forehead of Ivy into the stop sign, transitioning back for a neckbreaker, but finds her arms hooked by Ivy, who delivers a backslide onto the ground. The referee follows with lighting speed, dropping to the ground and counting once again.*
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!
*Ivy picks up Terina, throwing her further down the sidewalk with a stiff chop, the Californian princess staggering backwards into what looks like the drive through of a…McDonald’s? Passing by some parked cars, the two women reach a window, where a number of customers within are completely oblivious to the hostile pair punching and forearming one another into next week. Terina throws a particularly powerful forearm, and lifts up a trash can high into the air, ready to hit Ivy with it. Rosepine, however, delivers a powerful kick straight to the chest that sends Terina staggering back with the trash can, the big, plastic wastebasket crashing through the window with Terina following behind. A number of customers go ballistic, the manager stomping out onto the main floor and yelling at Terina as the woman gets up.*
Manager: GET OUT OF MY RESTAURANT! NOW!!
Terina: WELL I’M SORRY!
Manager: NOW, YOU WHORE! GET SOME DECENT CLOTHES TOO WHILE YOU’RE AT IT!
Terina: WHORE?! YOU KNOW WHAT? I’LL—
*From behind, Ivy turns Terina around, delivering a Superkick to her. Terina staggers over, falling down next to an abandoned table, hitting a chair on the way down. Ivy covers quickly, and the referee leaps through the window, much to the chagrin of the red-faced manager.*
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
*Ivy lifts an arm up, before quickly going back to work on Terina, hammering away. The camera fades back to the arena.*
* Toom E Dangerously is watching the videofeed, a smile on his face. But then he looks at the clock & realizes not all the matches have happened. He quickly leaves his office, in search of the missing superstars.*
*Back outside, heavy rain has engulfed the area. Once again, Terina and Ivy are fighting one another, but the scenery is unfamiliar—instead of being in the downtown area of a city, the two are battling next to an opened iron gate on a lightly-paved road, a sign above the gate reading “WELLINGTON COUNTRY CLUB.” Terina finds herself thrown into the gate, it opening backwards as she falls onto the wet grass nearby, her drenched self looking rather dilapidated in the grayed darkness of the surrounding environment. Ivy picks up Terina, whipping her out of the camera’s view. As the camera pans over, Terina can be seen laying down, her back against a tree on the edge of a forested area. Ivy, stumbling to keep her footing, charges over at her, sticking a knee out as she attempts to crash her adversary against the large, chocolate brown conifer. Terina slowly rolls out of the way, Ivy pivoting as she slides onto the grass nearby. Terina makes an errant stomp, but shrugs, locking Rosepine in the Orb Weaver, contorting the acid-tongued GND like a pretzel. Nonetheless, no matter how much pressure Terina applies, Ivy refuses to give in, giving Terina no choice but to let go of the hold. Terina goes to lift up Ivy, but a kick sends her staggering back. Terina retreats to a nearby golf kart, turning the ignition key and hitting the gas pedal, a bag of clubs in the back. Ivy climbs back up to her feet in the storm, running over and jumping onto the kart, climbing into the passenger side before Terina can pull away. Grabbing a golf club, Ivy swings for the head of Terina, the kart climbing a hill and going out of view. The referee and cameraman rush up the embankment, but not before hearing the sound of a vehicle going out of control and crashing. As the reach the top of the hill, they notice Terina and Ivy hauling themselves out of the crashed golf kart, the small vehicle embedded in a sand trap.*
*Terina is the first to make it to her feet, slowly climbing up the hill and leaping off into the sand trap, onto the shoulders of Ivy Rosepine! Dragonrana! Terina, half unconscious, covers Ivy. The referee crouches down!
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!
*Terina is in disbelief, miserably getting to her feet and dragging Ivy by her head out of the sand trap. A quick kick to the stomach allows Terina to set Ivy up for a Lucky Shot, but no such luck as a knee to her upper abdominal region forces her to reel backwards. The cameraman and referee once again hike up the grassy knoll (no, nobody has been assassinated there…yet…), following the two women as they continue to battle it out. Terina receives a number of punches, each one forcing her back more and more—looking as though the Painful Truth is being dished out—she throws a few punches of her own. Now this falls count anywhere match is starting to look like a boxing match. Sort of. The two ladies battle back and forth, reaching an edge of a hill. Terina doesn’t notice the lack of ground behind her, but Ivy gives her a shove. Just as Terina begins to fall, she grabs a hold of Ivy and the two find themselves rolling down the hill, punching at one another. Well, that is until they find themselves unfortunately landing in a patch of mud, the two looking like a pair of vicious swamp beasts, still battling each other and ignoring the goo all around them. The referee and the cameraman climb down the hill very slowly, just so as to avoid the mud, stopping nearby at the two. In all the mud, Terina can be vaguely seen applying some form of chokehold on Ivy…or is that the other way around…?*
*The referee bends over, examining the conflict ever so closely, just in case one of these two decides to tap out. The attacker wipes off a glob of mud from her face, revealing tan skin surrounding two piercing green eyes—it’s definitely Terina. She mounts her downed opponent, throwing a few clenched punches before being pushed back into the flooding, moist dirt. Ivy quickly reaches over, grabbing her by the head and driving her face into the goo. With her arms flailing about, Terina manages to wriggle out of the mess, bolting away and out of the camera’s view. Ivy looks into the lens, wiping her face clean and rolling her eyes, before smugly shrugging and running in pursuit of her opponent.*
*The referee and cameraman go running in their general direction again. After a bit of chasing, they spot Terina running over to a patio, with Ivy close behind. As they reach the general vicinity, they notice a swimming pool built into it. Ivy picks up a plastic chair nearby, slamming it into Terina and knocking her into the deep end, and walking over to the shallower end, quickly goes in and out, all the mud clouding the pool and drifting out of the vents. Terina hurriedly hauls herself out, only to receive a kick that sends her rolling over to a door just a short distance away. Ivy opens it up and throws Terina inside, shutting it behind them. The referee looks into the camera.*
Referee: That’s it, if they leave this building, I QUIT! And they can have my pension…I don’t care! I’m not doing this anymore!
*He opens the door and steps in, the cameraman bringing up the rear. Inside, a few of the patrons observing in absolute confusion nearby, Ivy continues to press her advantage against Terina in a corridor. Picking up the lady of TJT, Ivy grabs her and puts her head between her legs, but Terina reverses, back body dropping her closely behind. Just as Terina turns around, a furious Ivy rushes at her with one of the most violent looking lariat charges ever. Terina yelps, dropping down to the floor in a most cowardly fashion, but fortunately for her, Ivy continues moving, a metal door from the hallway “just happening to open up” in front of her. Semi-conscious, Ivy isn’t able to fight back too much, as Terina jolts back up to her feet, grabbing Ivy from behind, lifting her up, and dropping her with the Torrent. Terina slumps over the crumpled Ivy Rosepine, barely hooking a leg. Finally, the referee covers again.*
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
*Terina slowly gets up, the referee helping her to her feet as she slyly smiles, one arm barely raised in the air and Ivy unconscious below her. As she staggers off, the camera fades out, returning to the arena once more.*
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Post by Toom E. Guci on Nov 4, 2007 13:29:53 GMT -5
Announcer: The following contest is the third Megadeth, and it is for the EWT World Heavyweight Championship!
The lights go low as strobe lights hit the slowly descending cage as omnibus music plays. The crowd is livid. Suddenly, the lights come back on; the music comes to a halt, and the cage stops moving.
Ringside Attendant: Sorry! There are some wires in the way.
He goes to move some wires as the crowd chats to themselves. After a few moments, the attendant moves back.
Ringside Attendant: All right, it’s fixed! Start the thing again!
The lights go back down, and the omnibus music starts again. The strobe lights re-hit, and the Megadeth lowers…. again. As it reaches the ground, more attendants go to fasten the Megadeth to the floor.
Announcer: The rules for the Megadeth are as follows: All six entrants enter at the same time. Contestants are eliminated if they cannot answer a ten count. The last wrestler standing will be proclaimed the EWT World Heavyweight Champion.
“I’m the King of my World” by Saliva explodes from the speakers as John “The Lion” Valentine struts from the curtain, Amnestria following behind. JLV motions his hands around his waist.
Announcer: Introducing first, being accompanied to the ring by Amnestria, from Oak Harbour, Washington, weighing in at 225 lbs., John “The Lion” Valentine!
He pulls his fist to his cheek as if pulling back the string on a bow. Fireworks explode behind him simultaneously with the taunt. He kisses Amnestria and tells her to return to the locker room. He bursts down the ramp and enters.
‘Hybrid Stigmata’ hits the speakers and the audience’s mood drastically changes.
Announcer: Representing the EWT Stable Champions Minipax, from Calgary, Alberta, weighing in at 215 lbs., Christopher Indigo!
Indigo ignores the reaction the crowd gives him and instead focuses on the Megadeth. He stares up at it before entering it. Indigo hands off his Stable Championship title to the referee.
Fireworks light up as ‘Otherworld’ begins to play, and the audience cheers as the Darkness in Light comes out.
Announcer: From Strasbourg, France, weighing in at 218 lbs., Mysth!
Mysth expands his arms as the crowd eats it up. He slaps hands as he walks down the aisle. He stops just before going into the Megadeth, but hops right in.
‘Flock Off!’ plays, as the crowd once again sours. ‘The Cidal Force’ enters from the ramp and spreads his ‘wings’.
Announcer: Representing the Cidal Squad, from Parts Unknown, weighing in at 272 lbs., the Cidal Force, Crauswell!
Crauswell runs down to the ring, giving the impression of flight as he reaches the ring. He swoops around the ring before entering the Megadeth.
‘RIP’ hits. The crowd gets on their feet as the arena is bathed in green spotlights and lasers. Smoke appears from the entrance ramp, and the spotlights all light up…Limey is here!!! Limey makes his way out, slowly and surely, not backing down from the infamous Megadeth structure. He throws up the horns as pryo shoots out! Limey then makes his way down the ramp as the crowd chant “ONE MORE REIGN!!! ONE MORE REIGN!!!”
The Fink: The next participant…is from Liverpool, England!!! He weighs in at 15 Stone…he is a former EWT Tag Team, and WORLD Champion, and an induction in the EWT Hall of Fame…he is the British Brawling Machine…LIMEY!!!!
Limey looks up at the 66.6 tons of steel, his nerves not shaking by it. He enters the ring, stares down the rest of the competitors, before heading to the side of the ring, throwing up the horns for a gigantic pop!!! The camera zooms in on one fan with a homemade sign reading: LIMES FOR LIFE!!!
Finally, ‘Testify’ hits and the audience knows what’s coming. With the grunt of de la Rocha, the EWT World Heavyweight Champion’s arms go into the ‘V’ position as two columns of fire light up.
Announcer: And finally, also representing the EWT Stable Champions Minipax, from Airstrip One, weighing in at 234 lbs., he is the EWT World Heavyweight Champion, Joe One!
One stands on the top of the stage for a few moments. He then walks to the ring, just as he normally would. He glances at each of his opponents, with a longer glance at Indigo. One hands over the title, not taking his eyes off of Indigo. The referee shows the six men the belt before lifting it above his head.
*ding ding ding*
The six men look at each other, waiting to see who makes the first move. The audience is livid at this match. The first strike comes from Valentine, who hits a Liontamer on an unsuspecting Indigo! He runs over to Mysth and hits another Liontamer! He runs over to Crauswell, but Crauswell sees him coming and kicks him in the gut. Crauswell looks down, hoisting Valentine above his head with ease now, as he walks forward, pressing and launching them right at Mysth, only for them to roll underneath, the unfortunate human projectile slamming into the mat, as Crauswell looks on in surprise, just in time to meet a lariat from Limey!
The men of Minipax set their sights to Mysth. Both men take aim at him, hitting a High-Low on him. Just then, Joe One says something to Christopher Indigo. Indigo starts walking to the other side of the ring while One is still grabbing Mysth by the hair. When Christopher Indigo is in potion, he signals to One, and with a smirk, One Irish whips Mysth in Indigo’s position, who gets ready to grab the Frenchman… but gets caught with the MYSTHICAL CHOKESLAM!! One runs over to Indigo, propping him on the ropes.
Suddenly, Crauswell charges blindly at Mysth and Joe One, grabbing them both and looking for a Double STO! The two men quickly block it though, then countering with a two man STO to him instead, driving him hard into the mat! Mysth and One briefly stare each other down before Valentine and Limey break up the confrontation.
One goes after Limey, landing a leg lariat. One goes over to the recovered Indigo and lifts him on his shoulders. Indigo stands up and lands a 450 splash onto Limey! Two legs from John Valentine suddenly land on the throats of One and Indigo! Following up with his double legdrop, Limey hits the scene, and setting Valentine up into an inverted suplex position, slams Limey onto Christopher Indigo! Limey gets to his feet, and sets Valentine into an Atomic Drop position, and slams Valentine down for a leg drop onto Joe One's orginial location. One then comes out of nowhere with an Airstrip Kiss on Limey! Valentine attempts to tackle One, but he overpowers Valentine and DDT's him onto the canvas.
1!
2!
3…Indigo has gotten up! With all men down except for Limey and Indigo, the two enter a staredown. Limey goes for a Flying Lariat, Indigo attempts a Shining Wizard, and both men go down!
1!
2!
3!
4…Both men rise to their feet, suddenly Indigo comes at Limey with a Lariat, however Limey counters the Lariat into an arm drag! Indigo comes at Limey, with Limey landing a Frankensteiner on the young star. Clearly, Limey has the advantage in experience. Indigo quickly gets to his feet, frustrated, charges at Limey once more. Indigo charges at Limey with a running shoulder block, only to roll into a Koppu Kick that connects! With Limey down, Indigo immediately lays into the “British Brawling Sensation” with several vicious forearms, drawing blood from him. Limey catches one of the forearms, however, and rolls Indigo into a Cross Face Chicken Wing! Indigo fights to break the hold, but Limey continues to apply pressure with blood trickling down his forehead.
One drops an elbow on Limey, forcing him to break up the submission. He picks up Limey and delivers him with a Pumphandle Michinoku Driver II. Crauswell, meanwhile, spots Indigo. He looks at his opponent, quickly ascending to the top turnbuckle, nodding, then leaping off and Taking Flight! He drives his head relentlessly into the heart of the downed Indigo, who grasps the area in pain, as the furry sits up, slightly clutching his skull as well, but not too affected. The ref starts the count on both Limey and Indigo.
1!
2!
3!
4….Limey manages to get on the ropes.
5!
6!
7…Indigo gets to his feet and sees Crauswell.
Indigo and Crauswell immediately begin to exchange blows, with Crasuwell gaining the upper hand. Crasuwell follows up with a devastating Scoop Slam on Indigo. Crasuwell, still holding Indigo, attempts a Belly to Belly Suplex, only for Indigo to flip over Crauswell and land a German Suplex! Indigo, still holding Crauswell, attempts a Backdrop Driver, only for Crauswell to counter the Driver into a falling Inverted DDT! Crauswell maintains the hold, and locks in a Coquina Clutch! Indigo struggles to escape the Cidal Force’s hold, but can’t overpower the furry. Indigo instead starts elbowing Crauswell in the kidney, prompting Crauswell to immediately break the hold. Indigo and Crauswell each roll to opposite sides of the ring, to recover.
Joe One and Limey have begun to trade blows, and by doing so, they end up against the wall of the cage and exchanging blows, with One being the one touching the cage. None of them seems to be gaining an advantage. While they’re stuck there, Mysth suddenly rushes to the ropes, leaps on them and hits Limey with a Springboard Dropkick, which sends both him, and Joe One into the steel wall!
As Crauswell gets up, Indigo lands a Hurricanrana into a Triangle Choke on him! The furry struggles to escape, but can’t break the hold. Indigo then begins shouting various remarks at Crauswell, along the lines of, “How does it feel!? Can you feel yourself choking, sexcriminal!?”
Limey is up, turning his attention to John Valentine! Limey hits “The Lion” with a knee to the gut, catching him by the wrist, and sending him into the turnbuckle with an Irish Whip. Valentine lands on the turnbuckle in a handstand, and then floats over Limey as the crowd pop…Limey hits a chop to the chest of Valentine!!! The crowd “OOH” at this!!! Valentine is stunned…but comes back with a chop of his own!!! The crowd “OOH!!!” once again!! Limey, stunned at this, tries a forearm shot to Valentine…Valentine blocks!!! “The Lion” then tries a dropkick to the knee of Limey, but Limey dodges the dropkick, and drops down onto John with a gutwrench! Valentine gets to his feet as Limey hits a German Suplex…Valentine lands cat-like on his feet behind Limey! Valentine approaches Limey…Limey is ready with a back kick to Valentine! John falls on Indigo and Crauswell, cushioning his fall. John manages to ‘bounce’ back up as Limey takes the head of “The Lion” in a piledriver…Valentine lifts up…but Limey immediately hits a club to the back, stopping John dead in his tracks! The British Brawling Machine lifts up Valentine for a powerbomb…Valentine lands on his feet!!!
The two are ready to go at each other…here’s Christopher Indigo, trying to take out both wrestlers with a double lariat…Limey and Valentine see this, instinctively hitting a double drop toe-hold on Indigo!!! Indigo hits the turnbuckle corner, coming back stunned as Limey and Valentine hit a double chop to the chest, planting Indigo in the corner!!! Valentine and Limey glare at each other…before shaking hands, and turning to Indigo!!! Limey and Valentine lift up Christopher Indigo to the top turnbuckle, climbing up…no!! Crauswell and Joe One are here, hitting a double club to the back of both Limey and John Valentine!!! Crauswell then lifts Limey up on his shoulders as Joe One lifts up Valentine…they stand together as Indigo slowly stands up with the aid of the Megadeth itself…coming off with a double lariat for a DOUBLE DOOMSDAY DEVICE!!!!
The crowd chant “HOLY S***!!!” at Limey and John, who are both decimated by this!!! Indigo and Joe One nod at each other knowingly whilst Crauswell is laughing at Limey and Valentine…Joe and Christopher hit a double kick to the gut of Crauswell, taking him, and slamming him into the side of the Megadeth with great force!!! Minipax laugh at the fallen furry…but are unaware of Mysth, who has climbed the opposite turnbuckle…launching himself at Minipax…Joe One moves out of the way, leaving Christopher Indigo to take the full force!!! Joe goes for Mysth, but the Frenchman ducks, and hits a slap to the face of Joe on the rebound!!! The crowd chant “YOU GOT BITCHSLAPPED!” at Joe, who stares a hole through Indigo. Joe then turns his attention back to Mysth…
Crauswell tries to charge at Limey, but Valentine sprints up and hits a drop toehold before quickly locking in the King of Prides, as the audience gets to their feet!
Christopher Indigo goes over to Limey, who is leaning against the ropes. Indigo goes over to him, and takes the arm of Limey, trying an Irish Whip…Limey reverses this, going behind Indigo with a back hammerlock! Indigo is surprised, but none-the-less is ready, trying a back elbow…Limey ducks and releases the hold, the momentum taking Indigo to face Limey…Limey lifts up Indigo for a Manhattan Drop…continuing the assault with a neckbreaker! Limey gets up, taking the ankle of Indigo, and rolling him back, but Indigo counters with a wheelbarrow! Limey lifts up…Indigo counters with a victory roll…but there’s no pinfall! Indigo releases the legs and then allows Limey to rise his upper body before applying a reverse Triangle Choke, the figure four constricting around Limey’s neck!!! Indigo reaches back and holds onto the ropes as Limey splutters!!! The crowd boos Indigo as Limey starts to go limp! Indigo releases the hold and gets up, “appealing” to the crowd as a ref starts a count!
1!
2!
3!
4!
5…Limey is getting to his feet!!! Indigo is peeved at this as he approaches Limey…Limey captures Indigo in a Spinebuster, shoving Indigo into the Megadeth before turning 180 degrees and finishing it with authority!!! Limey grabs the arm of Indigo, and heads to the turnbuckle! The British Brawling Machine then climbs the turnbuckle...and comes off with a moonsault…moonsault misses as Indigo rolls out of the way!!! Limey is stunned…Indigo takes the neck of Limey and floats over, applying a bridging chinlock, putting pressure on the neck and upper back of Limey!!! Limey struggles…getting to his feet…Indigo hits a back elbow to the spine of Limey, turning Limey around to face him…and hitting a European Uppercut!
Crauswell has started to tap to the King of Prides, but there are no submissions in the Megadeth! Valentine shouts as Crauswell slowly tries to get to the ropes.
Limey is pushed back to the ropes as Christopher Indigo tries a high knee…Limey captures this…but Indigo tries a frankensteiner…Limey puts on the brakes, locking the arms of Christopher Indigo…and falling for a Styles Clash!!! Limey is to his feet.... and backs off to see Joe One, applauding Limey sarcastically. Limey goes for a forearm shot to the head…Joe catches this easily and throws Limey to the side…but Limey telegraphs this with a spinning heel kick!!! Joe is taken down, looking up at Limey, who makes a belt sign at the bewildered Joe!!! Joe smacks at the mat in frustration as Limey hits a stiff kick to the chest of Joe!!! Joe takes the shot, and comes back at Limey…Limey hits another kick…Joe catches it kicking Limey’s other foot away with a sweep!! Indigo is to his feet now as Joe calls him over, asking him to take the other leg…Limey tries to fight it…but Joe and Indigo perform a WISHBONE!!!! Limey writhes in pain!!
Crauswell, still in the King of Prides, has finally gotten to the ropes. As he slowly gets up, Valentine immediately aims a kick at Crauswell. The furry, however, quickly catches it, hoisting them up high, looking for a Backdrop suplex, Valentine however flipping out of the move, hitting in a mid air a dropkick to the back, sending the furry down to the ground, clutching at the area.
John Valentine rises up, charging right at the rising Crauswell, only to get scooped in their tracks, as he scoops them up high, hoisting them right over his head, then charging full speed and lawn darting them right into the Megadeth cage face first! Valentine clutches their face in pain, as they roll along the mat, indeed feeling the effects. Crauswell rises up, immediately crossing his throat in anger, as he walks over, hoisting the fallen John Valentine up high, walking over and carrying them to the nearby turnbuckle, leaping off and depositing them with the sickening Hibernation Drop, Valentine landing hard, flopping out of the furry's grip, as he rises up, looking down at them mercilessly.
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4!
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7!
8!
9!
10!
Announcer: The first man eliminated from the Megadeth, John “The Lion” Valentine.
Suddenly, the furry stops, slowly turning towards the outside of the Megadeth, seeming to be looking for someone. As he does so, Mysth takes advantage, charging full speed and taking him down with a dropkick.
One and Indigo are outnumbered with them facing Mysth, Crauswell, and Limey. With lightning fast speed, One charges into Limey with a running shoulder block while Indigo takes down Mysth and Crauswell with a cross body. Limey retreats to a side of the Megadeth, while he and Indigo immediately begin to work over the two downed competitors. One and Indigo quickly pick up Crauswell and, with the furry in toe, ram him head first into the unforgiving steel. Mysth quickly hits a double clothesline on the two MiniPax members, and tries to fight the two men off with a flurry of punches. One and Indigo gain the advantage, however, and begin to stomp away on the Frenchman. One picks Mysth up, and suplexes him into the cage! Still holding Mysth in suplex position (Against the cage), Indigo dashes forwards and dropkicks Mysth's head further into the steel! One then hits Mysth with an inverted suplex slam onto the canvas. Still holding him in suplex position (On the ground), One turns Mysth over onto his back, with Indigo landing a Moonsault on the downed competitor!
Crauswell starts climbing the cage. He reaches the top and starts trying to open the ceiling, he’s probably preparing an assault on Limey and John Valentine who are still into the ring! He shakes the trap door in order to open it, but doesn’t see that Mysth climbed as well and now attacks him with a dropkick to the head! Crauswell rolls onto the floor. He rises up almost instantly, charging and leaping right at Joe One, immediately clinching on the Crossface Gryphon Wing, as the Minipax leader looks on in surprise, wriggling and squirming to escape the rather crazed Furry, trying to elbow his way free, but to no avail, the furry too damn focused on taking the Minipax leader out himself. He continues wrenching and jerking away, as Joe One looks seconds away from going under, before he suddenly lets go, cringing and dropping to his knees, as Indigo delivers a blatent low blow kick in this no disqualification styled match. He then pulls the furry up, setting him up and hitting the Vision of Indigo, then shoving him into Joe One's arms, who hoists him up and plants him with a vicious Special Edition, Crauswell slumping down in anger as he hits the mat. The count begins.
1!
2!
3!
4!
5!
In order to prevent facing a similar fate, Mysth climbs down the cage.
6!
7!
8!
Mysth accelerates as he sees Joe One getting up.
9!
Crauswell tries to fight to his feet, but it's no use, as this combination is too much for him, as he lands flat on the mat.
10!
Announcer: The second man eliminated from the Megadeth, “The Cidal Force”, Crauswell.
As the referee announces that Crauswell has been eliminated from the Megadeth, Mysth reaches the ground, and is greeted by One, who looks like he wants to kill him. One and Mysth trade punches, but One gains the upper hand with a walk-up enzugiri!
Indigo and Limey are exchanging blows, with Limey hitting hard with forearm shots, and Indigo hitting hard back with chops!! Limey hits a bionic elbow to his head…but Indigo hits back with a lariat! Limey is to his knees, and Indigo capitalizes by lifting up Limey high in a vertical position …Limey hits a few shots to the face of Indigo, but Indigo doesn’t let up, at hits a BRAINBUSTER! Limey is down!!
Johnny Bower: DANGEROUS~!
1,
2,
3,
4,
5…Limey is stirring!!! Indigo raises an eyebrow, confused at this development. Indigo then makes the universal “It’s OVER!” gesture, approaching Limey, ready for the Vision of Indigo…
6…Indigo is getting closer as Limey lifts himself up…WAIT A MINUTE!! IT’S MYSTERY!!! Mystery, with a pair of bolt cutters, runs down to the cage, and quickly takes out some of the cage with the pair!!! Security comes over to stop her…Mystery smacks the heads of the security guards with the cutters before taking out more of the Megadeth…Mystery has cut the cage up enough to get through!!! Indigo is oblivious to this as Mystery rushes into the ring…and turns him around, applying the MANDIBLE CLAW THROUGH THE MASK!!! Indigo is shocked by this, but fights back, hitting a European Uppercut to the head of Mystery!! Indigo, mad as hell at the bizarre one sticking her nose where it doesn’t belong, unloads with more European Uppercuts to the head of Mystery!!! Mystery lets go of the claw, dropping down to one knee as Indigo locks the arms, looking for a Vision of Indigo…Limey is up, and he rushes Indigo, lifting him up and hitting the Quicklime STO!!! Indigo is down, just as Limey…checks on Mystery? Indigo lifts his head up…Limey suddenly charges at him, hitting him with a Rave Kick!!! Limey is on fire…but is abruptly taken down by Joe One with a running Yakuza Kick to the back of the head!!! Joe then takes Mystery by the head, and throws her out of the ring!!! Mystery flies out, and hits the guardrail!!! Joe spits at Mystery’s general direction before approaching Limey…Limey kips up, but Joe One sees him coming and hits a Don’t Worry About the Government and Limey is back down. One takes a look back at Mystery and points at Limey’s body. One jumps and hits a Phoenix Splash!!! One picks Limey, in a daze, up and puts him on his feet. One runs back to the ropes, and hits an Airstrip Kiss with AUTHORITY! Limey is sent back down to the mat, his head a crimson mess!! Limey appears to be knocked out as the count starts!!!
1,
2,
3,
4,
5…Limey isn’t getting back up!!! Mystery is on the outside, still dazed!!!
6,
7,
8,
9…Limey is showing movement!!! Limey tries to shake off the effect and lift himself up…
10!!!!
Announcer: The third man eliminated from the Megadeth, Limey.
Limey falls right back down, now knocked out completely!!! Mystery is up…she notices Limey is out!!! Mystery slides in, running past Joe, who shrugs her off, to check on Limey!! Mystery is frantic, trying to get a reaction out of Limey…and then stops. Mystery takes the head of Limey in her hands…and lifts up the bottom half of her mask!!! Mystery then leans in…and kisses the unconscious and bloody Limey!!!! The crowd is taken back by this act as Mystery leans back, her mouth awash with Limey’s blood!!! Mystery licks her face, taking in Limey’s blood!!! EMTs are down, as Mystery takes the body of Limey, pulling him out of the ring and onto the awaiting stretcher! Mystery then takes a microphone…
Mystery: Limey…you and I are now one…
I'll be there for you These five words I swear to you When you breathe I want to be the air for you I'll be there for you I'd live and I'd die for you Steal the sun from the sky for you Words can't say what a love can do I'll be there for you
Mystery follows the EMTs backstage as the crowd is horrified by what they just saw. One and Indigo look at each other. They slowly turn their heads to the recovering Mysth, who now realizes his predicament. The two men of Minipax run to Mysth and hit a double dropkick. Joe One picks the downed Frenchman back up and delivers a big DDT! One directs Indigo to go to the turnbuckle. Indigo makes the ‘V’ with his arms and jumps for a moonsault!
BUT MYSTH ROLLS OUT OF THE WAY! One’s face turns into one of surprise as he tries to get Indigo back up after missing the moonsault. Mysth has gotten back to his feet, though, and hits Joe One with a grab enzuigiri! One’s on the ropes, trying to collect himself. Mysth looks at One, then at Indigo, then back at One. He smirks. Mysth picks Indigo back up and grabs Indigo’s throat! He picks him up….MYSTHTERIOUS WAYS! The crowd stands up and cheers!
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7….One tries to help Indigo, but Mysth clotheslines him before he can go too far.
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10!
Announcer: The fourth man eliminated from the Megadeth, Christopher Indigo.
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Post by Toom E. Guci on Nov 4, 2007 13:30:58 GMT -5
Mysth gets to one knee. He sees One holding on to a rope. Mysth smiles, knowing that the EWT World Heavyweight Championship is just a ten count away. Mysth drags One’s head across the rope before slamming his head on the turnbuckle. Mysth gives One a German Suplex. Mysth looks up and starts to climb the turnbuckle. He outstretches his arms and shouts as the flashbulbs start to pop! SHOOTING STAR PRESS! IT CONNECTS! Mysth begins to tug at his hair, feeling that his time may have finally come! 1! 2! 3! 4! 5! 6…One puts an arm on the bottom rope! Mysth is shocked! He tries to go after One, but the referee separates him. 7…One manages to get to the second rope! 8…And One is back up! Mysth’s jaw drops! He runs out at One, but One ducks and Mysth falls down. One quickly locks in the First Lightning! Mysth looks shocked and in anguish as One looks on the verge of tears! Both men are barely able to keep their sanity as the crowd rallies behind Mysth! Mysth keeps his cool, though, and refuses to submit. Joe One is now seen with a delirious smile on his face, shouting, “Just give up! Please!” Mysth tries to move to a rope, but One pulls him back to the center of the ring. After what seems like hours, Mysth goes limp. One quickly releases the hold. He slides under the ropes quietly. Mysth’s face lights up! He had been playing opossum! One goes under the ring. Mysth starts to laugh as he starts to get up. From under the ring, One pulls out…a cricket bat. Wrapped in paper mache. With glass attached. One’s eyes bug out as he twirls the bat. He moves back to the ring apron right behind Mysth. Mysth, unaware, turns around. WHAP! Mysth goes down! The crowd starts to chant “HOLY S***!” a second time! One goes into the ring with his bat, and stares at the fallen Mysth. He raises the bat. WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! One’s face turns into that of a madman! Mysth is a bloody mess! The crowd chants “YOU SICK F***!” as One falls to his knees and raises the bat high! 1! 2! 3! 4! 5! 6! 7! 8! 9! 10! *ding ding ding* Announcer: The fifth man eliminated from the Megadeth, Mysth. Here is your winner, and still EWT World Heavyweight Champion, Joe One! The crowd is in shock as One is handed the title back. He smiles like a Cheshire cat. Mysth is still down as referees come to check on him. One raises the title above his head. As the camera zooms out, the Midnight Mystery can be seen outside the cage. One slowly makes his way over to him, where the Midnight Mystery lifts him onto his shoulders. The two of them make the ‘V’ symbol as One’s look of madness begins to subside. © EWT 2007
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