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Post by pta on Feb 11, 2007 7:03:18 GMT -5
We cut to the backstage area as Tyreese and Pain are seen heading backstage, the Tutor seeming to be a bit patched up after the brutal brutal match. Pain has fared much better it seems as the two stroll by a nearby monitor.
Pain: It's alright Tyreese... you did just fine out there.
Tyreese: Hmmmmph... I suppose so. Dose ruffians out dere forced me to resort to all dose cheap tactics, makes me sick.... and than that little snot Mikey Ragnal... sending me through a table?! I swear, dis ain't the last he heard of me. Besides... I don't tink battle royal losses count as losses, so I'm not gonna count it.
The principal nods as he hears this.
Pain: I see.... well, that's totally fine. You may do as you wish. Besides, I suddenly have bigger issues.
He glares back at th monitor, threatening to break it to pieces.
Pain: I thought I'd rid myself of those damn random morons. I thought that when I told them they weren't good enough... none of those teams were good enough by my standards, yet somehow Toomi thinks otherwise. Considering the fact he gave those two idiots a job here apparently! HOW COULD ANYONE WILLING EMPLOY THOSE... LOONS?!
Tyreese grabs a handkerchief from his principal's pocket, using it to wipe the appearing sweat off his face as Pain quickly composes himself.
Pain: No matter.... we shall deal with them when I deem it time. Let them play those... wretched videos of theirs. They won't be sticking around once we get through with them.
Tyreese nods, as the two stroll off towards their locker-room, to prepare for the Tutor's upcoming match with Jeff Jarrett
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Post by respectmeordye3 on Feb 11, 2007 12:36:14 GMT -5
Abraham Lincoln the 8th congratulates Singapore Caine on his win as he enters the dressing room.
"Y'know Caine, I am grateful for the tag match you got us for next week and everything, but I am so antsy you couldn't believe it---I feel like wrestling somebody now just to get some peace"
Singapore Caine shrugs "So go out there and make an open challenge allready"
"Think it'll work?" asks Abe.
Caine sighs "I'd bet on it---there are plenty of wrestlers out there willing to get into a fight just to cause some pain if they can"
Abe nods and then he walks through the halls and out into the ring to Jimmy Hendrix rendition of "The Star Spangled Banner"--- his theme song.
Once the music has died down, he grabs a mic. "I want to make a challenge to anyone back there--anyone who would be willing to take me on in a match-well, let's do it!"
For a moment nothing happens.
But then but then wild calyspso music begins to thump through the speakers and a handsome looking slickster wearing tight purple slacks and yellow dress shoes wanders on down the ramp with a mic in hand and he enters the ring and gets face to face with Abe.
"Mah name.." he shouts "Is Dreamz Hawaii, and ah accept yo challenge brah!"
The bell rings and Dreamz is the first to attack with a knee to Abe's gut that nearly folds Abe in half gasping for his breath. As Abe is trying to regain his breath Dreamz runs into the ropes and as he is shot out of the ropes he goes for a legdrop but Abe swerves out of the way and Dreamz slams hard into the mat.
Dreamz jumps to his feet and turns to attack Abe again but instead he is given a "4-Score & 7 Years Ago" from Abe The 8th instead and he ends up falling back onto the mat. Abe then follows up with a "Top Hat"--a move the stuns Dreamz even more.
Dreamz is just coming out of his stunned state of mind when Abe suddenly mounts the top turnbuckle closest to them and gives Dreamz "Uncivil War" which knocks Dreamz back into his stunned state.
After a few minutes of being left completely alone, Dreamz has finally recovered and he shakily gets to his feet.
But where is Abe Lincoln the 8th?
He suddenly hears a whistle from behind him and he spins around to see the eight foot grappler patiently waiting on the top turnbuckle clear across the ring.
With a howl of rage and frustration Dreamz charges at his opponent and runs into a" Ford's Theatre" Abraham Lincoln the 8th then goes for the pin.
1...........
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3!
The bell rings, as Abraham Lincoln the eighth celebrates his victory and runs happily backstage.
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Post by Ultimo Chocula on Feb 11, 2007 12:39:10 GMT -5
(Backstage in the Ultimo Dragon locker room PsyToni Tennille is hopping up and down in excitement as UC is sitting on a couch, still in his wrestling gear and covered in sweat. The Daryl Dragon is politely applauding as Tennille jabbers on and on.)
Tennille: "All hail King Ultimo! All hail King Ultimo! All hail King Ultimo!"
UC: "Ok! Ok! I appreciate the enthusiasm but you've been screaming that for half an hour!"
Tennille: "Well, shoot! Why not! Are you or are you not the king of EWT! This is so exciting! I haven't been this excited since Daryl and I beat Peaches & Herb at bridge!"
UC: "Oh yeah, this is big stuff alright! I'm going to be bigger than all those other kings before me! Harley Race! Haku! Jim Duggan! Jerry Lawler! Booker T! King Kong Bundy! I'll make those guys look like peons with the monarchy I'll be running! Guys, this is the start of something beautiful..."
(UC grabs a Dr. Pepper out of the fridge and takes a swig then immediately and comically spits it out.)
UC: "Ugh! Diet! Remind me to fire that guy."
(UC tosses the can behind him and it crashes against the wall giving it a new paint job. He then stands up and wraps his arms around Tennille and Dragon.)
UC: "Do you guys realize just what's about to happen here? We're about to have a monopoly on the entire EWT! This is just the first in what will be a spree of titles for us! Just think of it! I'm going to be EWT champion when I beat Mailbox this week! Dragon's going to be the Tri State champ when he puts Raggle to sleep! And it's only a matter of time when we take the tag titles off of the Boston Celtics! We'll have every single title belt in the entire EWT! Iron fist, baby! Man, I bet this is really sticking in Curly Fries' craw!"
Tennille: "Aren't you forgetting something?"
UC: "Say what?"
Tennille: (bobs her head and puts her hands on her hips, hamming it up) "Well you forgot about the OX and Toolshed titles, you big silly!"
UC: "Oh, right. No biggie! I'll just have Rockwell and Indiglow's heads chopped off. You can do those things when you're a king, you know. Henry the 8th did it all the time from what I hear."
Tennille: "Speaking of being a king, I went back into the prop department and I found something you might be interested in."
(Tennille grabs a box from behind a curtain and gives it to UC. He looks inside and gets giddy.)
UC: "You found my old King Choculon stuff! Bonanza! Look! My old crown!"
(UC pulls out the crown with the word "Super Rad!" in neon, turns it on and places it on his head.)
UC: "And my old tights with the crown on the crotch! I only got to wear these once! Well enough of these commoner threads! I gotta look good for my subjects!"
(UC takes off his old brown and white tights in front of everyone and tosses 'em in a trash can and stands there buck. But don't worry. There's a blue dot over his goods as to not offend the people at home.)
Tennille: "Uh oh! Don't look now! He's naked as a jaybird!"
UC: "Don't say that too loud! You'll cause a panic with the female fans!"
(UC puts his new tights on and digs back into the box.)
UC: "Oh snap! Check this out! My old king boots! They're just as sparkly and purple as the day I first got 'em!"
Tennille: "Are there some disco balls missing from Studio 54?"
(Tennille laughs at her dumb joke and composes herself the way all lame people do. By placing their hand on their chest and going "Hooooooooo!")
Tennille: "All kidding aside, are you ready for the big surprise?"
UC: "Buh?"
Tennille: "The Captain and I made arrangements to give you the biggest, grandest coronation in the most happening place on the planet! The entertainment capital of the world."
UC: "You mean?"
Tennille: "That's right. Branson Missouri!"
UC: "You guys are the best. And I promise now that I got some *BEEP!* clout around here I predict big things for us! Big things! Huge things! We're gonna be quite the force to be reckoned with in 07! Ain't that right, Dragon!"
(There's a long pause until Dragon finally speaks.)
Dragon: "What's red, white, and blue and sits on your head? The Star Spangled Hat!"
(Canned laughter)
UC: "Damn skippy, partner! Now let's go to my coronation and have some fun."
Tennille: "Alright! Now you have to promise me that you won't punch Jimmy Osmond in the face like you did last time."
UC: "I promise nothing!"
Tennille: (laughing) "Oh Ultimo! What am I going to do with you?"
(The three leave the room and we go to the next segment.)
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Post by Deleted on Feb 11, 2007 13:50:10 GMT -5
*Camera cuts to TJT's backstage area. As they have just finished wrestling in the Rumble(and lost), Thunder and Jupiter are in a state of fatigue.*
Thunder: Ladies and gentlemen!
Jupiter: Commoners of the world!
Terina: This is yet another edition of "TJT Shoots Back!"
Thunder: You're gettin' better every week, Teri.
Jupiter: You're like that one host on the show that some dude calls "Double Double E."
Thunder: Yeah, only sexier! Alright guys, this is a negative turn from things, but I know that we lost the Rumble, Jupiter.
*Crowd boos from the main arena can be heard.*
Terina: Are they booing you guys?
Jupiter: Naaah, they're just saying "Boo-urns." BOO-URNS.
Terina: Are you saying "Boo" or "Boo-urns?"
*Crowd boos again.*
Jupiter: I was saying "Boo-urns!"
Thunder: No shit, Jason.
*The three of them laugh.*
Thunder: Alright, time to get serious. Now there was NO way we should have lost that one. Chocula and Ratings had to pull out ALL the stops to take us out.
Jupiter: They both claim to be among EWT's biggest of stars. And yet they had to team together....something I thought that self-proclaimed "Oh great one" Ratings didn't do. I thought you were too good for that, Ratings! Or at least that's what you always talk about! You always act all high and mighty as a solo act, yet you have to team up with an enemy to throw me out!
Thunder: Same here. I was DOMINATING Ratings AND Chocula. They were BOTH mine for the taking!
Terina: You had both of them at your mercy.
Thunder: I was going catch-as-catch can with the winner of the Rumble. Solidly going punch-for-punch. And then, when the advantage was mine....RATINGS...decides he's gonna be the gutless coward that he is and he low-blows me.
Jupiter: What a bastard! What kind of "big star" has to use a low-blow to take out a guy when he's already got a guy helping him out?!
Thunder: And I got eliminated. Ratings, you cost me a victory. I HAD both of you! You were FINISHED! *Thunder's face turns blood red.* I HAD that match in the palms of my hands! I HAD IT! DAMMIT, YOU COST ME A SHOT AT THE TITLE!
Jupiter: They did too! I want blood! YOU GUYS THINK YOU'RE SO GREAT? WELL YOU'RE NOT! I AM!
Thunder: I AM!
Terina: Ratings, Ultimo Chocula, you can be sure that we'll have our revenge!
Thunder: Maybe not tonight! Maybe not tomorrow!
Jupiter: Maybe in a match! Maybe in a brawl!
Terina: You will regret the day you screwed BOTH of the men of TJT out of the title shot they both rightly deserve!
Jupiter: It's a God-given right! It was OURS!
Thunder: And we won't rest till we've got retribution!
Terina: But these two WILL prove that they're title-material when they defeat Team Ireland for the Tag Titles in a few days!
Thunder: It'll be damn easy! Those belts are ours!
Jupiter: And when we get that 1...2...3, Tag Team gold will be wrapped around our waists!
Terina: And Axel, we're sorry for that incident with the champagne bottle.
Jupiter: Yeah, it wasn't right.
Thunder: It's horrible!
Terina: Because seeing my two men beat up on you would've been great! Don't worry though, after the mood we're in now, we'll be sure that you don't miss out on what we could've had for you at the Rumble. Let's go guys. The night's still hot, and we've got a lot to do.
*The trio gets up and walks off-screen. The sound of a slamming door is heard. Camera fades out to a commercial.*
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Post by SsnakeBite, the No1 Frenchman on Feb 11, 2007 15:25:34 GMT -5
Fink: The following contest is set for one fall!!!
*The lights dim, and Otherworld starts to play.*
Finkel: Coming down the ramp weighing in at 238 lbs, and hailing from Strasbourg, France . This is Mysth!!!!!
*"Otherworld" hits as 4 fireworks explode, then Mysth shows up, spreading his arms. Then, he walks his way to the ring all by greeting the fans. Once he reaches the ring, he grabs the ropes, and 4 other fireworks start in each corner of the ring. Then, Mysth enters into the ring and spreads his arms once again*
Fink: And the opponent!!!
*The lights dim, and a green lit appears at the enterence as The Monster is loose starts, and at the 25 second mark. Red, and Black pyro shoot up, and out comes Merc. Merc walks down to the ring never taking his eyes off Mysth.
Fink: Hailing from Parts Unknown he weighs in at 305 lbs he is the Mercenary!!!!!
*Merc, and Mysth get in the center of the ring, and Merc extends his hand, and the two shake hands. The ref signals for the bell. Merc,a nd Mysth lock up, and Mysth takes control with a headlock. Mysth holds on to the headlock, and tightens the grip. Merc manages to push Mysth off into the ropes, but quickly gets hit with a dropkick. Mysth follows up with two quick elbow drops. Mysth climbs to the top rope, and jumps off with a leg drop, but Merc rolls oyt of the way.*
*Mysth grabs his leg in pain, and Merc gets up, and grabs Myths leg, and kicks it. Mysth wirthers in pain as Merc applies a single leg crab. The ref ask Mysth if he submits. Mysth shakes his head no, and inches to the ropes, and grabs a hold of the bottom rope. Merc lets go, and argues with the ref for a sec. Giving Mysth enough time to make a quick roll up.*
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*Merc just gets a shoulder up in time.*
*Merc wastes no time and hits Mysth with a Lariat. Mysth quickly gets up and they lock up. Merc gets the advantage and performs a Side Slam. Merc then runs to the ropes, whishing to hit an Elbow Drop, but he is stopped by an Hurracanrana ! With Merc on the ground, Mysth turns around and locks Merc in the Dragon Sleeper. After a few seconds of pain, Merc manages to hit Mysth with his elbow and forces him to get away. Mysth seems to be thinking about what he could try next, giving Merc an opportunity to hit the Big Boot ! Merc picks up Mysth, locks Mysth' s head between his legs in order to perform the Powerbomb !! He tries for the cover !*
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*Mysth kicks out ! That' s not enough yet.*
*As Mysth gets up, Merc irish Whips him to the ropes, and once he bounces, Merc hits the Spinebuster ! Merc grabs Mysth' s leg to perform a submission hold, but Mysth low blows him and gets back to his feet. Mysth runs to the ropes and hits Merc with a Flying Clothesline ! Merc gets up only to get hit with a Tornado DDT ! Mysth then grabs Merc' s leg and locks the Sharpshooter in ! Merc is screaming and battling to get out of the hold ! After a tenth of seconds, he finally manages to reach the ropes, forcing Mysth to break the hold.
Both men are now up and they go for a test of strength. With his size, Merc gets an advantage and hits a Side Suplex ! Merc then picks up Mysth and puts him on the turnbuckle. merc climbs the turnbuckle and tries the Mercenary Drop... but Mysth punches him and makes him fall to the mat. Mysth sets himself in place and performs the Shooting Star Press and gets back to his feet, posing for the crowd, who gives a very good reaction to the Darkness In The Light !
The cheers suddenly turn into a chorus of boos when the crowd sees Liam O' Neill rushing to the ring, armed with a steel chair !! Mysth turns in O' Neill' s direction, but gets hit with one hell of a chair shot !! A piece of his mask even flies over the ring ( not revealing Mysth' s face, though ). Merc gets back to his feet and tries to stop Liam O' Neill, but gets hit with the chair too ! Liam then just runs out of the arena before the security comes, and the referee calls a double-DQ.*
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Post by xombiehiphop on Feb 11, 2007 15:56:54 GMT -5
-In the locker room area we find the three members of The Draugr sitting in the middle of the floor. They seem to be crowded around something that is concealed by the camera. All of them dressed entirely in black and hunched over, keeping their entire focus at whatever it may be that has captured their attention. The camera pans upwards to reveal Sum Guy standing a few feet in front of them-
Sum Guy: I'm Sum Guy and I never waste the funk on a nasty dunk. I'm here with The Draugr and..
-The creepy trio are obviously spooking Sum (not entirely difficult to do) as he looks a bit hesitant. Despite this, they don't give him the slightest bit of acknowledgement..-
Sum Guy: ..U-Uhm..I'm going to ask them a few questions.
-Corpse shifts his eyes up towards Sum, which are hidden by his light blue strands of hair, and smirks faintly-
Sum Guy: ..How do you three feel about your rather poor performance in The Rumble?
-Still nothing. It's revealed what the group is crowded around..a plastic Halloween pail shaped in the design of a Jack 'O Lantern. Wraith twists the top off..-
Sum Guy: ...U-Uh...how about...not being included in new Inaptitude 25 despite taking the hot team of TJT to their limits a few weeks back, losing by disqualification, and scoring an impressive victory over Power and Glory to just prior to The Rumble?
-Ghost Face reaches into the bucket and removes..a revolver. Sum gasps in obvious alarm-
Sum Guy: O-OH MY GOD!
-Ghost Face spins the cylinder rapidly and closes it. He places the revolver under his chin, eyes wide. ..He pulls the trigger..nothing. He passes it off to Wraith in a very casual manner-
Sum Guy: Stop! Stop! You can't do that!
-Sum rushes off to try and find something or someone to offer some assistance. Employee's playing Russian Roulette is definitely breaking SOME kind of rule. Wraith holds the revolver a few feet away from his face, closes his eyes and...
...BANG!
...Yes. Bang. A flag with the word "BANG!" written on it to be absolutely specific. He spins the flag briefly before tossing the "revolver" over his shoulder- The three exchange looks and begin to cackle at the sick game they had just played-
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Post by AriadosMan on Feb 11, 2007 17:39:47 GMT -5
El Tigre Fuerte Intro Video (slow, omnious instrumental music is played as a shadowy form is shown) Announcer: Destroyer of one federation... (footage of El Tigre Fuerte bodyslamming various luchadores is edited in fast cuts as the camera pans toward the shadowy form) Voice-Over: Banned from another... (shots of El Tigre Fuerte Ganzobombing the Salaryman edited in fast as the camera continues to pan towards the shadowy form) Voice-Over: and now here, in EWT... (footage from the PPV is fast edited across the screen as the camera draws up to El Tigre Fuerte's darkened face and stops) Voice-Over: El Tigre Fuerte. (El Tigre Fuerte's face is finally clearly shown)
As generic mariachi music plays, El Matador walks down to the ring, high-fiving the fans. The EWT fans are happy to see him back and start cheering. Then, El Tigre Fuerte comes down to the ring.as Loca en La Coca by Cypress Hill plays As he is walking down, he sees a kid holding up an El Matador sign and grabs it out of his hand, tearing it up. The fans start booing. El Matador starts the match off b hitting a dropkick, knocking Tigre down. Matador goes to the top rope for a splash, but Tigre gets up in time and hits Matador, grabbing him off the top rope and throwing him back down into the ring. As Matador tries to get back up, Tigre clotheslines him in the back of the head. A loud "You suck" chant starts, aimed at Tigre. Instead of climbing to the top rope for his finisher, Tigre waits for Matador to begin slowly rising, then grabs him and gives him a STIFF powerbomb (but not the Ganzobomb). Then he climbs to the top rope, prepares himself, and unleashes La Cometa del Hierro, knocking out Matador. He gets the three count. After the match, Tigre sneezes on Matador, grabs Matador's hat, puts it on his head, and tells the crowd... That was your hero? That ain't no hero. I'm the the hero...you should all be cheering my name...Tigre, Tigre, Tigre. crowd boos. That's the gratitude I get from you gringos? Tell you what, I'll destroy each and every last one of your "heroes". Why becuase, I'm El Tigre Fuerte, worldwide king of the ring! You can boo me, you can taunt me, you can ban me...but you can't pin me!
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Post by Redface: Dispenser of Justice on Feb 11, 2007 19:05:00 GMT -5
* Warrior's music starts up as he enters the arena. He is met by mixed reactions, but acts as though every is marking out for him. Hey points to the crowd, and moves up and down the entrance ramp, waving and yelling to the crowd.* David Penzer: Coming to the Ring, weighing in at 275 pounds: ULLLLTIMATE WARR-IOR! *Mike Tenay and Tazz are at ringside (NOTE: Tenay & Tazz will the announce team I use primarily in the future)* Tenay: Only a short while ago, We Crowned the First ever EWT Royalty, in one of the most spectacular Pay-per-view events I have ever seen. ULTIMO. CHOCULA. The King of EWT. What will he do with his new found power? Tazz: In a sense, Tenay, Anything he wants. but can we please focus on the match at hand here? *Ultimate Warrior finally starts to make his way down to the ring. Redface Rodgers enters the ring behind him with a light tube in hand.* Tazz: WHOA WHOA! *Hearing the Ruckus from the crowd, UW Turns around and is hit square on the face with the light tube, sending his crashing to the floor and shattering the light tube* Tenay: OHHHHHHHHHHH! *Redface pulls UW to his feet and Drags him to the ring and throws him in. Redface enters the ring and begins raking his boot across Warrior's face.* Tenay: Rodgers just raking that boot across Ultimate Warrior's face. Tazz: I know! I KNOW! it's just brutal! *Redface Pulls UW to his feet and immediately locks him into a Full Nelson. The Crowd goes wild* Tazz: AWWW MAN! *Rodgers hit's the Madison Avenue Slam then goes for the pinfall* ONE! TWO! THREE! *DING DING DING!* Penzer: Winner By way of Pinfall: RED-FACE RODGERS! *The Ref goes to raise Rodgers' arm, but Rodgers threatens to punch him in the face if he does. Rodgers asks for a mic and starts to speak* Tenay: it seems Redface Rodgers has something to say... Redface: Well, as you all may or may not know, I did not win the Royal Pain in the Ass Rumble: I was Eliminated by Ratings. Now, This Does not mean I'm mad at Ratings, or that I'm going to start a feud with him... No. F*** That, Let His Royal Idiocy, KING CHOCULA prance around in some Shakespeare props all he wants: I Got Bigger Fish to fry. Tenay: Bigger fish to fry? What does he mean by that? Tazz: He must be talkin' about that Axel Halaway. Redface: Most of you probably think it's Axel... *chuckels* I could take out Axel with a kick to the shins. Believe me, I'd love to get me hands on the punk, but I have someone far more important in my scopes... Tazz: Damn! I was almost sure it was Axel... Tenay: The World is hungry for a match between 'The Icon' Axel Halaway & Redface Rodgers, but it seems Rodgers has someone else he's like to get his hands on. Redface: Now, growing up, I learned everything I know about wrestling in various Backyard Wrestling Federations, So the Word "Toolshed" is very near and dear to my heart. *The Crowd Pops. They know what Redface is getting at* And When I heard that EWT has a Toolshed Championship...Well, I was very excited. So Apparently, the current Toolshed Champine is a young man by the name of Chris Indigo. However, Mr. Indigo has a match against another gentleman: Curly Long for the same championship. Damn. Well, If there's one thing I learned from my training with Eddie Omega *crowd pops* is patience. So I'll wait until the Indigo/Long Match is over, Then, I'd like to challenge the winner of that tussle to put the title on the line in a match against me. *The Crowd likes the idea* Tenay: WOW! Redface Rodgers has Issued a Challenge to The Toolshed Champion! Will it be Chris Indigo, The Current Champion, or Curly Long? Tazz: A match between Rodgers and Indigo would be off the hook! *Fade to Black*
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Post by Indigocrates on Feb 11, 2007 22:05:41 GMT -5
A sinister version of 'Moving On Up' by M People starts to play as Curly Long comes out one Mr. Big’s shoulders, doing a title motion around his waist as the fans boo.
Lillian: “The following match is for the EWT Toolshed Title, and is schduled for one fall. On his way to the ring, being accompanied by Mr. Big, the challenger, from Spread Eagle, Wisconsin, weighing in at 140 pounds, CURLY LONG!”
The Midget King reaches the ring, and gets leaps off of Big’s shoulders into the ring.
“Hybrid Stigmata” by Dimmu Borgir starts up over the speakers as the audience continues to boo their lungs out. Christopher Indigo appears at the top of the entrance way with an Ingsoc flag draped over him, Joe One at his side, Toolshed Title around his waist.
Lillian: “Making his way to the ring, being accompanied by Joe One, from Calgary, Canada, weighing in at 215 pounds, he is the EWT Toolshed Champion, CHRISTOPHER INDIGO!”
Indigo enters the ring, and climbs up onto a turnbuckle, and does an X symbol, receiving more boos from the audience. He climbs down and takes off the flag and Toolshed Title, handing both to the ref. Indigo then turns his attention towards Curly Long as the ref calls for the bell.
DING DING DING!
Indigo and Curly go toe-to-toe, and Indigo pats the top of Curly’s head in a mocking and condescending way. Curly does not take well to this, and low blows Christopher, Curly then grabs Christopher’s legs, and yanks them, sending Christopher tumbling into the ground.
Curly immediately crawls on top of Indigo and starts laying into him with stiff rights and lefts. Indigo attempts to escape, but Curly’s shots get more and more stiff. Christopher shoves Curly off, and retreats to a corner of the ring, his nose now bleeding. Curly charges towards Indigo, but Indigo counters by giving Curly a running punt which sends Curly flying. Indigo takes a moment to catch his breath, and he sees Curly getting up. Indigo runs towards Curly and hits him with a dropkick, and Curly hits the ground hard. Indigo, still pissed about his nose, then grabs Curly, and throws him to the outside of the ring, where Joe One approaches.
One reaches down to grab Curly, but as he’s reaching, Mr. Big quickly hits the scene, and his presence stops One from grabbing Curly. The two monsters goe eye-to-eye, and both back off. Meanwhile, back in the ring, Indigo is still nursing his nose which is still immensly bleeding. One shouts at Indigo to captialize on Curly being down, and Indigo runs to the ropes, and moonsaults off the top rope,but Mr. Big catches him! Big gets ready to slam Indigo, but as he does so, Joe One quickly arrives, and gives Big a cold look in the eyes. Big slowly releases Indigo, and Indigo gets away, as Big and One once again cross paths.
Indigo quickly picks Curly up and throws him in the ring, Indigo goes for a pin. 1
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KICKOUT!
Indigo decides to pick up the pace a little and leaves the ring. He looks under the apron for weapons, and he finds a singapore cane and throws it into the ring. He looks under the apron once more, and pulls out a stop sign. He throws the stop sign into the ring, before re-entering the ring. Indigo picks up Curly, and, while holding him in a fallaway slam position, starts running and rams Curly into a turnbuckle. While still holding Curly, Indigo climbs onto the second turnbuckle, and gets ready to throw Curly, but Curly starts elbowing Indigo. Indigo lets go, and Curly starts biting the forehead of Christopher. Curly pushes Indigo off the top turnbuckle, and leaps off the top rope. He lands a double stomp on Christopher Indigo! Indigo clutches his ribs in pain, as Curly quickly goes for a pin.
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KICKOUT!
Curly brielfy argues with the ref before refocusing on the Toolshed champ. Curly jams his thumb into Indigo’s eye, and Indigo starts to shriek in pain. As Indigo is squirming, Curly continues to hold his thumb in Indigo’s eye, before Indigo gouges Curly’s eye. Curly backs off, and Christopher holds his eye in pain. Curly walks over to Indigo, and grabs Indigo’s testicles. Curly starts squeezing and Indigo writhes and flails around on the ground as Curly maintains his grip on Indigo’s legacy carriers. Indigo with one of his feet, kicks Curly off, and Indigo retreats to a corner of the ring, and decides to rest on the bottom turnbuckle as Curly now has a smug look of confidence on his face.
Curly takes a brief moment to climb up onto the top turnbuckle at the other end of the ring, and raise one finger in the air, and give the audience an arrogant, smug grin. The audience boos heavily, and Curly just decides to get back to Indigo. Curly charges towards Indigo and leaps into the air, but Indigo gets his foot up, and Curly’s face hits Indigo’s foot hard! Curly goes down, and Indigo slowly pulls himself up with the ropes.
Indigo then wearily picks up Curly, and lifts him into the air, in a suplex position. Curly starts squirming, and Indigo hits the Brainbuster! Indigo then goes to pin long.
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KICKOUT!! 2.99!
Indigo then decides to end the match. He sets Curly Long up for the Vision of Indigo, but suddenly Mr. Big slides into the ring and gives Indigo a big boot that almost knocks him out of his wrestling boots! Joe One is on the apro, but before he can enter the ring, Big drills him with a superkick! The kick from a man like Big sends One off the apron and into the barricade. Big wlaks over to Curly, and he starts shouting something to Big, and Big nods his head before approaching Indigo. Big grabs Indigo by the throat, lifts him off the ground, and lifts him into the air for the HFD! Curly can be heard shouting “Do it! Do that motherwaxer in!” Suddenly, Ultimo Chocula hits Mr. Big from the side with the Toolshed Title! Big drops Indigo, and falls! Big starts quickly rising to his feet again, but Chocula hits Big with the title again! Big slides out of the ring to gather himself whle Curly is hitting the ring canvas and cursing Ultimo out. Ultimo then gives Curly a taste and floors him in the face with the Toolshed Title! Chocula then slides out of the ring...
Mr. Big, meanwhile, is on the outside, on one knee, trying to recover from the attack. Suddenly, Ultimo hits Big with the belt a third time, and Big goes down! Ultimo then throws the Toolshed Title in the ring, does a non-chalant shrug, and casually strolls up the entracne way, leaving the Midget King and Company.
Back in the ring, Indigo grabs Curly, and sets him up for the Vision of Indigo once more, but Curly being near the ropes, wraps his legs around the bottom rope, preventing Indigo from hitting his finishing move. Indigo then starts pulling Curly away from the ropes, but Curly maintains his grip. Indigo finally yanks Long away from the ropes, and drags the kicking and screaming Midget King towards the center of the ring. Indigo sets Curly up once more for the Vision of Indigo, and Curly can be hear screaming “Nooooooo! Noooooooo!” Indigo then sommersaults over Curly’s back, and lands the Vision of Indigo! The impact from the double knee attack sends Curly into the air like just jumped on a trampoline, and he hits the ground with a dull thud. Indigo hooks the leg!
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Lillian “Here is your winner, and still EWT Toolshed Champion, CHRISTOPHER INDIGO!”
The ref hands retrieves the Toolshed Title, and hands it to Christopher, as well as raising his hand in victory. Indigo goes over to the ropes to see if Joe One is okay. One gets up, and quickyl gets onto the arpon once more, this time climbing onto the top turnbuckle. One taps his elbow, and hits Curly Long with the elbow drop! Indigo walks over to the ref and demands the Ingsoc flag. The ref complies and walks over to the other side of the ring, and is handed the Ingsoc flagg by a generic ringside rhodie. The ref approaches Indigo the flag, and Indigo snatches the flag from his hands. Christopher then drapes the flag over Curly Long, the audience unsure wetther to cheer or boo. On one hand, Minipax was succesful, on the other, Curly Long didn’t succeed. Minipax leaves the ring in celebration with the audience a mix of cheers and boos. EMT’s rush down to the ring to check on Curly, and a couple stay back to check on the Toolshed Champion. In the ring, EMT’s rush over to te bump in the Ingsoc flag that is Curly Long. Mr. Big is on the outside, leaning on the ring apron, holding his head in pain. Big has a displeased look on his face, as his boss will not like how things went down in this match.
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Post by Trik Turner on Feb 11, 2007 23:48:02 GMT -5
(Backstage at Royal Pain In the Ass Rumble, sitting on a steel chair, sits EWT Alumi Trik Turner. His head in his hands, a somber voice.)
I let them down. I let them all down. I tried my hardest & came back for one night. The agreement was one night. And I let every single fan of indy wrestling down.
I left EWT to become a better man. I left the fame, the glory, to prove to the fans who the real Trik Turner is. And I let them all down.
But it wasn't my fault. (The voice turns to anger now.)
IT WASN'T MY FAULT!!!
(Trik throws the chair to the side & gets up in a rage of anger.)
THIS WAS YOUR FAULT!!! THIS WAS ALL YOUR FAULT!!!
YOU CALL YOURSELF A LEGEND!!! YOU CALL YOURSELF AN ICON!!!
YOU BRAG ABOUT HOW YOU ARE WRESTLING!!! AND WHAT DO YOU DO??
YOU KNOCKED ME OUT OF THE RING!! YOU ELIMINATED ME!!!
YOU LET DOWN THE TRUE WRESTLING FANS!!!
THESE IDIOTS HERE IN EWT ARE NOT REAL FANS!!! THE REAL FANS ARE THOSE WHO SUPPORT INDEPENDENT WRESTLING!!! AND THAT'S WHAT I AM!!! THAT'S WHAT I AM ABOUT!!!
(His tone goes down now.)
But now Spaz...I am not going back to the independents just yet. I am going to do what the diehard fans want done...and that's for you & your ego to come back to Earth.
You're coming back to reality Spaz. You're coming back to the roots of wrestling.
And Spaz...I will be the one to bring you back after what you did to me at the Rumble.
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Post by Spyke the Pacers Fan on Feb 12, 2007 0:26:34 GMT -5
*The shot is in black and white. "Tier" by Rammstein is playing. The camera weaves through what seems to be a dark, empty, and abandoned house. The camera goes up some stairs and into an attic. There, we see someone sitting on the floor, all hunched up, knees by his face with his arms wrapped around them. He is looking out the window with moonlight beaming in. The man turns his head to look at the camera. It's Spyke Johannson, but something is different. He looks worn out, disshoveled, depressed, and dressed in all black clothing. The music cuts off.*
Spyke: "Get the f*** away from me..."
*Spyke turns to look back out the window. The music comes back on with these words filling the screen.*
"Spyke Johannson, returning soon to EWT."
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Post by Ragnal on Feb 12, 2007 6:47:35 GMT -5
*”Love Will Keep Us Together” plays as the Daryl Dragon walks out, with Tenille coming out behind him. Daryl waves to the fans as he heads down to the ring.*
LILLIAN: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and is for the EWT Tri-State championship! Introducing first, the challenger...being accompanied to the ring by PsyToni Tenille...Daryl DRAGON!
*Daryl rolls inside the ring while Tenille just stands over in her husband's corner just before "High Voltage" plays over the PA system. Mike Ragnal walks out, his custom Tri-State championship around his waist. Mike looks out to the crowd as they cheer him on, and he stands proud, raising a fist high in the air as he walks to the ring.*
LILLIAN: And his opponent, from "The Electric City" of Scranton, PA...he is the current EWT Tri-State champion...Mike! RAGNAAAAL!
*Mike slides himself into the ring and takes off the title around his waist. He hands it over to the ref, who hands it to the timekeeper. THe ref checks both participants to see if they're ready. When they both nod, the ref signals for the bell. Mike and Daryl circle the ring a few times until they eventually lock up in the middle of the ring. Daryl grabs Mike's neck and snapmares him into a headlock. Mike elbows Daryl until he lets go, and stands back up. Mike takes advantage of this by kicking Daryl in the gut and hitting a swinging DDT. Mike runs to the ropes in hopes of hitting something, but Daryl rolls towards him. Mike jumps over Daryl and bounces off the opposite ropes, and Daryl leaps over him. Mike bounces off the ropes as Daryl heads towards him, but Mike rolls under Daryl's legs. Mike and Daryl each bounce off the ropes, and stop in front of each other in the center of the ring. The crowd can be heard applauding both competitors, and Mike and Daryl look out to acknowledge them. After a quick handshake from the two, they lock up again, this time Mike getting the advantage by kicking Daryl again, then going into a gutwrench DDT. Mike goes to pin.*
1! 2!
*Daryl gets a shoulder up. Mike stands up and runs to the ropes, coming back at Daryl with an elbow drop. Mike hits, then puts Daryl into an armbar. Fortunately, Daryl's only inches away from the ropes, and he inches towards them, grabbing the bottom rope. The ref counts to 3 before Mike lets go of the move. Mike picks Daryl up and looks for a suplex, but Daryl slides out and puts Mike into a Dragon Sleeper! Mike struggles to get free, but Daryl has it locked in pretty tight. Mike struggles towards the ropes, and grabs the top one. The ref counts to four this time before Daryl frees Mike of the move. Daryl whips Mike into the ropes and nails him in the face with a leg lariat! Daryl goes to pin.*
1! 2!
*Nope. Mike kicks out. Daryl picks Mike up and whips him into a corner, following up with a clothesline. Dragon picks Mike up and sits him on the top turnbuckle. Dragon lifts Mike up...Superplex! Dragon follows up by going for a standing moonsault, but Mike gets his knees up, hitting Daryl's stomach. Mike rolls onto his stomach and stands up, hitting an elbow to Daryl, then running to the ropes and leaping off for a Lionsault. Mike goes for the pin.*
1! 2!
*Close, but no cigar. Daryl kicks out now, and Mike looks like he's ready to end this. He climbs the top turnbuckle, readying himself for the High Voltage but suddenly Daryl springs to life and shoves Mike off the top rope and face first into the barricade! While Mike recooperates and checks his jaw for damage, Daryl is on his feet and gets onto the apron. He springboards off the ropes...ASAI MOONSAULT! The crowd marks out big time as Daryl crashes on top of Ragnal. Both competitors eventually get to their feet, and Daryl's the first one to get up, and he tosses Mike back into the ring. Daryl runs to the ropes and lands a senton splash to Mike, following with a hook of the leg.*
1! 2!
*Nope. Mike kicks out. Daryl picks Mike up and whips him into the ropes. Daryl bends over to prepare for a hip toss, but Mike stops in front of him and just looks at him. Rather than go for the usual kick to the face, Mike just walks behind him and hoists him onto his shoulders, preparing for the Ragnalrok...NO! Daryl slides out of the move and locks his arms around Mike's waist and lifts him up for...DO IT TO ME ONE MORE TIME! After the last suplex, Daryl pins Mike in a bridge position!*
1! 2!
NO!
*Mike is able to kick out! Daryl picks Mike up and runs to the ropes. He tries for a clothesline...Mike ducks under it! Daryl turns and tries for a punch, but Mike grabs the fist and twists his arm into a hammerlock! Daryl elbows Mike with his free arm, but Mike is able to secure that by putting it into a Half Nelson! Being constrained by the move, Daryl is barely able to move about! Having no other choice, Daryl taps Mike's arm to admit defeat!*
LILLIAN: Here is your winner, and STILL! EWT Tri-State Champion...MIKE! RAGNAAAAL!
*Mike is awarded the belt, and he offers a handshake to Daryl. Daryl accepts, and & Toni head out of the ring and to the back. Mike now has a mic in hand, and looks to address the audience.*
MIKE: So, after being taken out earlier this week in the Rumble, I decided to look through the tapes and see what happened, to study any of my future opponents. As you all know, of course, one of those future opponents happens to be Oceanic.
*The crowd boos at the mention of her name*
MIKE: So I watched the different moments we fought during that match...not just once, but FIVE TIMES! It took me a while to watch and admit, that yes...during the Rumble, Oceanic got me to tap out!
Now, I know, it shouldn't bother me...and it does. Not because I showed the world that a woman can do better than me, because let's be honest, that's just ignorance and sexism at work right there, and I am above that!
*The crowd cheers.*
MIKE: However, it made me realize something...sooner or later, when we face off again, Oceanic...you might just make me tap again. SO that's why now, I'm going to start taking a technical aspect next time we meet.
In fact...I have just the stipulation for our rematch. Next we meet, it's not going to be about who's the better sex...but rather, who's the more pure wrestler?
Oceanic...just be ready...when I give you a SHOCK TO THE SYSTEM!
*Mike tosses down the microphone, and exits the ring as "High Voltage" plays over the PA. Mike fixes the title onto his shoulder, and slaps hands with the fans as we fade to the next segment.*
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Post by crauswell on Feb 12, 2007 8:25:11 GMT -5
We immediately fade into a familiar room, as Crauswell is seen sitting down in the middle of his room, inside of his mask stained with the blood shed in the PITAR. The Ox Division Title remains strapped around his waist as he growls silently... glancing around the room.
Crauswell: I can't believe it. Last night, I was brutally assaulted by some worthless, lucky punk who just happened to catch me off guard... then proceeded to use all kinds of weapons to burst me open, using every cheap tactic in the damn book. Then before I could get true vengeance, I got pulled off the apron by some worthless cowboy mercenary! Not only that, but I didn't even get to pay back that Cassinova for what he did to me.
He slowly raises his belt off his waist again, hugging it close.
Crauswell: Well that's fine. You see Cassinova, earlier this week, I destroyed one Shane Malone. I made him gasp for air, wrenching the life out of him. He didn't stand a chance... despite being one of the strongest men on the roster, I BROUGHT HIM TO HIS KNEES! And now I have only to worry about you. You arrogant fool... there is no way this belt is getting around that over confident body... or anyone else's for that matter! You see, I vow that when you and I eventually face off for this title, I WILL RIP YOU TO SHREDS!!!
He pulls the title closer, panting a bit now, but still speaking as he looks down at the floor now.
Crauswell: And you Johanson. Seems you are a speedy healer... recovering from that beating I delivered to you. True I didn't get the chance to finish you off, but I did more than enough to keep you down. Yet you still want to come back, I bet to try and regain this belt of mine. WELL TOUGH! I proved myself against you already... and when you return, you might as well just forget about the Ox Division Title... MY beautiful Ox Division title.
Crauswell lifts the belt up slowly, rubbing his.... beak up against it, before lowering it to sit in his lap, as he takes another look at the screen.
Crauswell: And don't think I've forgotten about you Indigo. Don't think I've forgotten about the most pathetic Toolshed Champion in the EWT history. I only held that belt for minutes.... and I STILL deserve it more than you. Rest assured, if you EVER cross me again... I'll be aware and you... Cassinova.... Johanson... and even Mercenary if he gets involved.... ALL OF YOU WILL BE DEVOURED!!!
The furry looks menacingly at the screen, staying nearly motionless as he fade to commercial.
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Post by pta on Feb 12, 2007 13:14:56 GMT -5
That horrible sounding TNA Theme starts up, the crowd immediately starting to booing their heads off.
Announcer: This contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, approaching the ring, from Nashville Tennessee, weighing in at 230 pounds, Jeff Jarrett!
Jarret struts down to the ring, looking as hate-able as ever, as he climbs in, pacing around a bit and removing his shades, as he waits for the opponent. Soon enough, the familiarly evil sounding Pomp and Circumstance starts up, the crowd booing once again, as Pain wheels out that damn chalkboard, as Tyreese follows it, looking as calm and reserved as usual, though a bit bandaged up after going through that table at the PITAR. He dusts himself off a bit, heading down the rampway.
Announcer: And the opponent, now residing in Dover Delaware, weighing in at 226 pounds, Tutor Tyreese!
Tyreese gets a bit less heat then Jarrett, in fact... the crowd actually throws a few scattered cheers. Tyreese doesn't acknowledge them though, as he steps into the ring, walking right up to Jarrett, with a rather interested look, Pain has meanwhile got his hand on a microphone. Whoopee...
Pain: Ah... well if it isn't the self proclaimed King of the Mountain himself, Jeff Jarrett. I admire you for using your actual name unlike most of these other cretins in the back. Hiding behind a silly moniker sounds like a waste of time.
Tyreese glances over at Pain, as Jarrett gives a dirty look at "Pain"
Pain: Of course I don't count. I'm not currently not even a wrestler. Besides, no need to dirty my hands when my good friend here can do so just as easily, though that doesn't mean if I wasn't cleared to compete, I wouldn't kick your country bumpkin ass...
Jeff looks quite angry with this remark, as he snatches the announcer's own microphone.
Jeff: Look... PRINCIPAL, why don't you get out of this business and go back to giving kids detention slips of something.
Pain growls, not amused.
Pain: Hmmmph... a pathetic insult, just like your wrestling prowess. Now, I suggest you prepare, because the PTA... is going to make that mountain CRUMBLE!!!
Jarrett now actually gets a few cheers from the crowd, as they turn immediately on the PTA. I mean, how could you not?! Pain of course, doesn't seem to care, as Tyreese warms up a bit, stretching a little, then dropping down into a classic wrestling stance, as Jarret walks right up to him, watching uncaring. Instantly Tutor quickly goes into a waistlock from behind, taking Jarrett down to the mat. He quickly switches to a side headlock, wrenching at the neck, lifting up slightly and tossing him with a Headlock Takedown, then quickly trapping him with a Triangle Scissor Lock, as Jarret quickly tries to escape. Tyreese however holds on tight, applying more and more pressure as he pulls at the arm and leg, as well as putting more pressure on the neck area. Jarrett struggles to fight out, hitting some swift elbows with his free arm, loosening the hold, enough for Jarret to pop up. He immediately tries a few stomps on the grounded Tyreese, only for his leg to caught and pushed back in the first one. Tyreese quickly pops up himself, charging and taking a dazed Jarret back to the mat, this time with a front waist lock, pulling him up and into a Snapmare, then grabbing the seated Jarret, applying a Buffalo Sleeper. Jarret resists, hitting a few more elbow shots again, countering into a Snapmare of his own. He then delivers a simple kick to the spine of Tyreese, who groans a bit. Jeff then hoists him up to his feet, unleashing some forearm shots to the back, then whipping him off the ropes, catching him with a vertical suplex. He then drives a few forearms into his opponent's skull, before lifting him up again, going for a second Vertical Suplex, which Tyreese quickly blocks with his leg, Jarret tries again, to no avail. Eventually he switches to a jumping neckbreaker, only to get pushed away. As he hits the mat, Tyreese quickly locks in a Full Nelson, going back to the neck again, applying more pressure, before moving onto the back, applying a mounted one now, as Jarret struggles to crawl to the bottom rope, but Tyreese doesn't let up. clinging on tight He then pulls Jarrett off the mat again, now hoisting him up and applying a Spinning Full Nelson! Jarret flails as he goes round and round, trying to break free. eventually Tyreese obliges, dropping him back on his feet, hitting a quick Release Dragon Suplex! Jarrett lands hard on the mat as Tyreese looks to the crowd, taking a bow, mostly getting booed in reply. He walks back over, reaching down and locking Jarrett in a waist lock again, hoisting him back to his feet, then quickly spinning around and launching him again with an overhead belly to belly! He gets back to his feet, as Jarret clutches desperately at the neck area, as Tyreese grabs the area once again, now applying a Dragon Sleeper.
Jarrett yelps in pain, as Tyreese puts even more pressure on his neck, then taking him with a Sleeper Drop. He looks to be going for the pin when suddenly Benz shows up from out of the crowd, attacking Pain to the crowds cheering! Tyreese loses his attention, getting to the outside, and trying to pull Benz off, as the referee meanwhile checks on Jarrett in the ring. Benz turns around, immediately unleashing some fists to Tyreese's face, sending him reeling. Mutilated shows up shortly after from the other side of the crowd, joining in the assault as the crowd cheers, Pain eventually attacking both men from behind with some blows. Eventually the referee notices and breaks things up, sending both Benz and Mutilated to the back, to a disappointed crowd. Tyreese holds his rather sore face, as he returns to the ring, just in time to meet a Jarrett clothesline! He goes down hard as Jeff drops a quick leg across, lifting him up again and hitting some quick jabs, rocking his opponent. Tutor staggers, as Jarret then snaps off a dropkick knocking him back against the ropes, Jarrett nursing at his neck again, but continuing this assault, punching ruthlessly as Tyreese shields his face desperately. Jarrett whips him off the ropes again, catching him with an Inverted Atomic Drop, Tyreese clutching now at his more sensitive area, as Jarrett actually plays to the crowd a bit, grabbing him and setting him up for the Stroke. However Tyreese blocks it desperately with another foot, then countering into a Russian Leg Sweep, then locking in another neck lock, as he pulls back even further on his opponent's neck. Jarrett yelps again in pain, as Tyreese applies more and more pressure, eventually once again pulling Jeff back up, right into a simple standing Sleeper. Jarret starts to succumb, as Tyreese locks it on tight, wrenching more and more. Eventually he gets down to a knee, as Jarrett seems to be fading fast. Tyreese has a bit of a smile on his face now as eventually Jarrett stops moving. The referee checks for movement. 1....2.....
No! Jarrett gets the arm to stay up on the third lift. Tyreese isn't pleased, as he continues to crank, Jarrett however fighting to a Vertical Base, as he elbows him a few times, then taking him down with a Side Suplex! The crowd somehow cheers again as Jarrett groans, dropping to a knee. Tyreese is back up slowly, as Jarret unleashes a few more swift jabs, dazing him further, then winding up and nailing a powerful haymaker! Tyreese goes flying back, landing hand on the mat. Jarrett starts signaling for the end, walking over to slap his own version of the Figure Four, only to get kicked away before he can, Tyreese then catching him quickly as he bounces off the ropes, hitting a nasty Bridging German. 1....2...
3!
Jarrett's neck has taken way too much damage as he kicks out barely after the three.
Announcer: Here is your winner... Tutor Tyreese!!!
Tyreese looks down a bit impressed as he climbs out of the ring, him and Pain heading back up the ramp, just in time to meet Mutilated and Benz once again. Pain catches Benz with a sucker punch, then charging up the ramp with Tyreese, the two quickly following. Pain quickly draws a piece of chalk and makes another mark on the board, before taking it along with them as the crowd cheers on Muti and Benz as we fade to commercial.
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Post by Toom E. Guci on Feb 12, 2007 13:54:07 GMT -5
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Post by Rick Raskall on Feb 12, 2007 16:38:35 GMT -5
Rick Raskall and Marcus Trunk are walking through the hallway, dressed in casual clothes. Raskall seems to be in a bitter mood, as evidenced by his shouting and knocking stuff over.
Raskall: ...and don't expect me to kneel at the feet of Ultimo Clownshoes! After the number of times he's screwed us over, he should be kissing MY feet for lucking out at the Rumble!
Trunk: Forget about the Rumble, man! We gotta focus on getting those tag titles!
Raskall: You know, I'd like to do that. I'd like to forget that there's a guy in this building, wearing a crown that could be on either one of our heads, hanging around with two idiots recycling a gimmick from 1977. I'd like to do that. I'd like to forget that Curly and Big, ONCE AGAIN, screwed with our business. And I'd like to forget that, during it all, a gaggle of hairy drunken Irishmen are falling off their barstools and laughing at us the whole time.
Trunk: But if we're gonna get some respect around here, we gotta focus on the gold!
Raskall: You know, I try to get my priorities straight around here. Right now, I don't even know what we're shooting for. One week it's the tag titles, next it's Curly and Big, then before you know it, here comes Ultimo Clownshoes to take a big, steaming dump on what is already a huge heaping pile of s***. Hell, we've been so busy, I haven't even had time to schmooze around town. I've been losing precious face time in the media. Sometimes I wonder whether I should pack up and head back to LA.
They happen to walk by a video screen, just as it reads:
Raskall: *intrigued* March 4th, huh? Trunk, we got anything scheduled for March 4th?
Trunk: *pulls out his Blackberry* Nope, we're free on March 4th.
Raskall: Well, whatever happens on March 4th, we'd better be ready. Maybe it'll be the day that Clownshoes gets that crown shoved directly up his ass.
Meanwhile, Sum Guy waddles up to the team, looking excited.
Sum Guy: Hey there! I'm Sum Guy and...
Trunk, not wanting to have anything to do with Sum Guy, picks him up by the collar and tosses him into a cart of metal support poles that always seems to be sitting around.
Sum Guy: ...I'm in considerable pain...
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Post by Ragnal on Feb 12, 2007 17:01:20 GMT -5
*Mike Ragnal is walking around backstage, when he notices Sum Guy in a cart of metal support poles that always seems to be sitting around.*
MIKE: Ah, Sum, hit rock bottom this time?
*Mike walks past and chuckles to himself, when he notices the notice hanging on the matchboard.*
MIKE: March 4th is coming...hm. Aside from being the day before my birthday, what could that be about?
*Mike ponders this to himself, while for whatever reason, Delirious is walking around, speaking in Lizard and carrying a broken phone receiver. He notices Sum Guy in the cart of yadda yadda and such, and grabs one of the poles. He bashes it into Sum's body several times, and then throws it into him one last time. Delirious walks off, and Mike snaps out of his pondering.*
MIKE: Meh, must be the next PPV. Whatever it is, I'll be ready...
*And Mike walks off. The camera stays focused on Sum's aching body as he mutters:*
SUM: Oh, god...I think I peed blood!
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Post by Indigocrates on Feb 12, 2007 17:15:16 GMT -5
*Christopher Indigo is seen walking backstagelooking pissed about the RPITAR.*
Christopher: "I can't believe it. Eliminated from the rumble, eliminated by that f***ing prole jzbadblood. As for Crauswell, I don't care how much peace I have to bring to him, even if it's flowing from his head when I'm done."
*he sees the video screen display the follow message:
Indigo then ponders what it could be, and as he continues walking he sees an injured Sum Guy. He offers his hand out to Sum Guy, and Sum takes Indigo's hand, but instead, Indigo sets Sum Guy up, and hits the Vision of Indigo! Sum Guy goes tumbling back into the pipes, as Indigo storms off, still pissed about the RPITAR.*
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Post by Oceanic on Feb 12, 2007 19:22:47 GMT -5
In the middle of a concrete room hangs a well worn punching bag, duct tape patching it up in places that have given from the years of abuse. Next to it Oceanic stands wiping her face with a towel. Her hair is wet and hangs in her face and both of her hands are taped up, meaning she is a couple hours into a training session. She throws the towel into a nearby laundry bin and address the camera.
"Hi Mike. I know you'll be watching this as it has everything to do with you and the Tri State title. I know how hard it must have been to admit to everyone that I made you tap out at the Rumble. That was a very brave thing for you to admit. But the thing is that you didn't have to tell everyone that you're not upset that a woman can beat you. Everyone already knows that is not the case since you're not a misogynist. And you also didn't have to admit that I personally am capable of beating you since it's common knowledge that I can take anyone, man or woman, in the EWT locker room and hang them out to dry. No, what you should have done was admit what really bothers you. And that's losing the Tri State title. That's what really keeps you up at nights, isn't it Mike? That title means so much to you that you can't imagine yourself without it. You've had that belt around your waist for so long you'd feel naked if it wasn't there. This is the first time in quite a while that a real threat has come along and made you sweat. So what did you do? You panicked. That's right, you panicked. How else can you explain why you picked a stipulation for our rematch that plays right into my hands? You want a purely technical match? Are you out of your mind? How long have we known each other, Mike? You know that on a purely technical level I can beat you ten different ways without trying. Why would you go and give me an obvious edge over you? Because you panicked. Pure and simple. So I guess it goes without saying that yes, I accept the stipulation for our rematch, Mike. But I just want you to remember one thing. Don't blame me. You did this to yourself."
Oceanic turns and gives a swift kick to the bag as an exclamtion point then walks away.
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Post by Oak: Certified Jade Hater on Feb 12, 2007 19:23:38 GMT -5
Cut to the back where Mike Corral is visibly upset.
Mike: F***!!!
Maybe he's a little more than upset. Anyways, Mike is seen walking along the halls, followed by a rather large man. Mike keeps muttering to himself.
Mike: I was screwed. SCREWED!!! TJT decide to make names for themselves by entering the Rumble, that's fine. But when they make an impact by sacrificing me, than so help me it's on like muthaf***ing Donkey Kong. Still......... F***!!!!!
Mike passes by a T.V. as the March 4th announcement appears.
Mike: The 4th huh? Well, I don't see why I can't make it. Yo, Riot, can you make it.
LA Riot: Can't see why not.
Mike: Good. Now let's find Chad and tell him what's up. I'm sure he'll be glad to hear the news.
Mike and LA Riot start to walk to Chad's locker room when they see Sum on the floor, barely getting up. Mike just smirks before turning to LA Riot, who also has the smirk.
Mike: Should we?
LA Riot: Oh hell yeah.
As Sum gets up, LA RIiot picks him up in a suplex before placing him on Mike's back (with his grip still on Sum's head). LA Riot and Mike drop at the same time, hitting a Colt 45 Neckbreaker combo.
Mike: Well, I feel a little better. Let's go.
Mike and Riot start to leave as Sum's eyes flutter open.
Sum: I my life.
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