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Post by Toom E. Guci on Aug 12, 2007 22:23:02 GMT -5
* Old School opens up with a shot outside of the main building for Chandler High School. The camera catches a man riding his bicycle in front of the school & that’s Mr. Englemann. The camera shot quickly goes super-fast through the halls of Chandler High & straight into the gymnasium. The gymnasium is packed with standing room only, as we cut to ringside. The Wolfpack Pride Marching band is playing a song around the ring & after they are done playing, we cut to ringside with Toom E Dangerously in the ring.*
Toom E: Alright!!! It feels great to be back at my Alma Mater of Chandler High School amongst the Wolfpack!!! Wolfpack in the house!!!!
* The students in attendance cheer for the cheap pop.*
Bet you never thought you would hear that phrase in wrestling again, huh? You know, it actually feels good to be back to the roots of wrestling here in EWT. And I don’t care about how unhappy those in the back are about it, because it’s not about them. It’s about getting our asses out of debt thanks to oceanic…who you will NOT see in attendance tonight.
* Fans boo at that announcement.*
Now now, it’s not her fault she wasted EWT money. She claims that she did it for the fans when she really did it to try & make herself look better to all of you. She took this promotion out of the country, making it hard for you all to attend a live event, & blew so much money. But that’s Ok. I am sure that you all will enjoy the budget cuts made, just as the fans at home will enjoy our special commentary team for this event tonight. But enough of that problem…let’s get on with our opening match.
Finkel: This match is scheduled for ONE-FALL with a TWENTY MINUTE TIME LIMIT! *“Electric Avenue” by Eddy Grant plays* Coming down the aisle, weighing tonight at 253 pounds, attending Indiana University, he is RONNIE L. CORDOVA!
*Cordova comes out of the Toomitron to cheers as he skates down the aisle in his fresh, new pair of rollerskate thingys. He glides around the ring area a few laps to show off his finesse roller discotheque skills, which actually incites the crowd positively. Then he goes up the stairs and skates around the squared circle as Howard Finkel gets ready to announce.*
Finkel: *”Cancer” by Filter plays* Coming down the aisle, weighing in at 270 pounds, from Filthadelphia, Pencilvania, he is DORF!
*Dorf comes out underneath the CrapTron all refreshed as he has cotton-jerked EWT the last couple of weeks by being a smart-ass to Toom E. Dangerously, refusing to fight, and making Mr. Dangerously work on the fly for him. He walks down the aisle to cheers and enters the ring just fine and dandy, but Cordova almost side-winded dorf from his rolling and the skating. Cordova got upset and skates right to the referee, being all upset. The two cross eye-to-eye as the ref is now yelling at Cordova to “TAKE OFF YOUR SKATES!”*
Cordova: I refuse to take off my skates.
Referee: TAKE OFF YOUR SKATES OR YOU WILL BE DISQUALFIED! THIS IS OLD SCHOOL…NOT NEW SCHOOL!!
Cordova: …..FINE! *takes off skates*
*Referee tells Finkel to start the match*
Bell: DING! DING! DING!
*The two lock-up to a corner as Dorf pushes Cordova there. The ref starts his count up to 5, but at the count of 3, dorf slaps across Cordova’s chest as the noise echoes throughout the arena with woo’s all over. Dorf then Irish Whips Cordova to the other side of the ring as Dorf appears to do a Running Clothesline, but Cordova moves just out of the way just-in-a-nic-of-time. As dorf became spaghetti-legged, Cordova got up and executed a Shoulder Tackle to dorf into a pinning predictament. The ref counts!*
Referee:
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2!
*dorf kicks out!!*
*Cordova gets up right away and picks up dorf to execute a Belly-To-Belly Overhead Suplex as dorf goes down for the count. Cordova suavely takes his football-abused body and boogies the crowd down with his own beats. Meanwhile, the referee is yelling numbers at dorf because he is laying there, possibly still suffering the repercussions from the last PPV EWT had. At a count of 4, Cordova had enough flexing and showing off to glide to dorf, barefoot and execute another Overhead Belly-to-Belly Suplex. Man, this Cordova guy has something…*
*Cordova goes to the other side and signals dorf to stand-up as he is at the opposite corner of the ring…after a few seconds of getting up wobbly and spaghetti-legged, Cordova does a football sprint towards dorf at a very fast speed of what appears to be a Spear, but dorf moves out of the way just in time as Cordova’s head bounces off the middle turnbuckle. Cordova appears to be unfazed as he runs back by dorf with a vicious Clothesline. Cordova signals again that he has enough as he glides all the way to the top turnbuckle, outside the ring. The referee starts to count-out at Cordova as he slowly gets to the top rope. When the ref counted two, he got to the top. Cordova does a slow taunt at dorf and takes his eye off of him…when just as the ref yelled 3, DORF RAN OUT OF NOWHERE TO JUMP ONTO THE TOP ROPE AND HIT’S THE ABDORFTION INTO AN IMMEDIATE PIN!
Referee:
1!
*Cordova balances his weight over to get dorf’s shoulders down, dorf cannot escape!!*
1!
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3!
Winner: by pinfall, RONNIE L. CORDOVA!!
*Dorf gets his shoulder up as soon as the victory for Cordova stands. It is acted as a shock win for the college student. Cordova puts his skates on and skates around the ring in astonishment for his unexpected victory. Dorf, presumably upset is giving a little smile to Cordova for his achievement and goes outside the squared circle. He goes to shake his hand for the victory and raises it high for the crowning achievement. The crowd goes crazy as dorf walks up the aisle happy about something….something not related to this match. Meanwhile, Cordova skates around the outside of the ring a few more laps, high-fiving the newest fans of him and rolls up the aisle way in happies.*
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Post by Toom E. Guci on Aug 12, 2007 22:23:22 GMT -5
The camera fades into a dark room backstage. Still. Silent. In the center of the cameraframe, a lone chair sits with it's back facing the camera, and a man sits in the chair backwards--so that he also faces the camera. Head tilted down, this man holds a gleaming title belt on his shoulder, brightened by the soft light in the room that illuminates the small area in which he sits. Taking a while to think, the EWT Ox-Division Champion lifts his head and stares coldly into the camera, speaking without much vigor.
Cassinova: Moxie... I... can't even think of anything to say at the moment. Surprising? I thought it'd be. Congratulations on becoming perhaps the first person on earth to render Cassinova speechless. Though, don't feel too proud of yourself, because it's not anything that you said or did that has done this unspeakable act to me. It was, in fact, exactly the opposite. It was what you didn't say. What you didn't do, that has me unable to think of what to say to you. I suppose the only thing I can say, is that you're a perfect example of everything wrong with EWT. See, EWT is not the most fair company in the world. Not everything is based on skill, ability, charisma, etc. They don't give you a shot around here depending on how good you are. You have to reach out and take it. That's what I did. I went through hell to get this title, Moxie. And I went through even more to keep it. I don't know if you've been watching me, but I doubt you haven't. You've seen the kind of sick, horrific things I have gone through, and even done to people to make sure that this title belonged to me.
That's why it disheartens me so much to see a Hall of Famer... a Triple Crown Champion... a legend... treat this title with so much apathy and disrespect as I've seen from you. There are so many other people on this roster who deserves a shot at the title that I brought credibility to, and they instead hand it to you? What have you done to deserve this title, Moxie? What I mentioned before, about taking what you deserve, that's not what's wrong with EWT. That's what's right about it. When I said something was wrong with this company, I was referring to the fact that the people who were here for a while are just handed everything they want. They don't work for it any longer because they've made enough friends backstage to just get title shot after title shot after title shot. What have you even done lately? I've seen guys win handicap matches, and wrestle hardcore rules matches at house shows with 10 people attending. This all takes place while you sit around and make phone calls to get ahead in this company. Am I the only person who sees something wrong with this picture, or am I the only person who will actually say something about it.
If you haven't noticed, this isn't some cute little jokefest where I call you funny names and make myself out to be some ditzy guy with a silver tongue. I'm genuinely frustrated with the lack of interest you show in even becoming the Ox-Division Champion. Do you listen to yourself talk, or do you fall asleep on your words like the rest of the world does? A three second announcement saying basically, "I didn't win that title yet. I'm going to."
That's it? That's ALL you had to say? Moxie, if you want my title, show me. Express to the world how much you want to win this belt, because as of right now, it's obvious that if that's all the interest you have in winning... you're not going to last long around here. Ugh, just watching that made me want to puke. It's sickening. It's just so frustrating to remember everything I've done to get here, to know that I've worked twice as hard to get half as far as you. To know that I can talk and wrestle circles around you, and yet... you're the legend, and I'm just the guy who maybe, could be a star one day. It sickens me, Moxie. Show some damned respect. Show some intrigue! Do you want this title, or not? Every guy in that backstage would sell one of their organs to be a champion. You get a shot at the title, and you shrug it off and say you're going to win, and that's it. You didn't have anything else to say, other than that, and you wonder why nobody is interested in your stale ass anymore. We're on in a few minutes, Moxie. As much as it hurts me to say to a so-called "EWT Legend", if you're as uninterested in this title as you make yourself seem, then I'm going to have an easier night than I thought. Time to get serious, Moxie. Right now, you don't look much like a legend to me. Just further proof that it's time for the past champions of EWT to move over, and give the present and future a chance to shine, because I guarantee we're going to shine for a long, long time.
Cassinova looks down and smirks at a thought in his head. He then stands and walks around to the front of the chair.
Cassinova: I'll see you in the spotlight, Moxie. I sincerely hope that you're a bigger threat these days than you make yourself seem. Remember what I told you tonight--never forget it. Maybe one day you'll accomplish one more truly great thing before you hang those boots up...
...I just guarantee it won't be tonight.
Cassinova's face fades into a scowl, as he walks off camera, and the screen cuts away
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Post by Toom E. Guci on Aug 12, 2007 22:23:48 GMT -5
Announcer: The following contest is scheduled for one fall with a 20 minute time limit!
-The lights quickly dim as Deep Purple’s “Perfect Strangers” echoes once more through the makeshift arena/gym.-
Craig DeGeorge: And here he comes, the mysterious, shadowy figure himself.
Sum Guy: Can he tell me where evil lurks in the hearts of men? …Or at least where I can find a candy dispenser? I’m really hungry, and the one near the computer room down the hall is broken…
Announcer: Introducing first, from “Everywhere and Nowhere”, weighing in at 223 pounds, this is SPECTRE!
-A spotlight shines on a section of the crowd, through which Spectre slithers on his way to the ring. He jumps the guardrail in one leap, and gracefully climbs the ring up to the top rope, where he balances himself on his hands while hanging upside down, and then slowly eases himself in. He waits, as usual, in the corner, not moving. The lights come back up as Metallica’s “Seek and Destroy” begins to play. A large, unkempt looking figure seemingly staggers through the entrance curtains, a nasty grin on his face.-
Announcer: His opponent, from Richmond, Virginia, weighing in at 252 pounds, Hardcore Hensley!
CD: Well, in keeping with the “old school” feel of this show, here we have a simple exhibition between two men making their EWT pay per view debuts! You’ve gotta think they each want to make a point, and an impact, before they leave tonight, but they’ll have to do it at one another’s expense.
-The ref checks both men for weapons; Hensley, for his part, is actually playing by the old school rules, and hasn’t brought anything conspicuous with him. Spectre, for his part, remains absolutely still until the bell rings.-
DING-DING-DING!
-At the very first sounding of the bell, Spectre immediately rushes at Hensley, wraps an arm around his midsection, jumps up, flips over, and gets him in a sunset flip pin!-
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2!
-Hensley kicks out, and pretty damn angrily, at that.-
HH: What the hell’s wrong with you, can’t actually stand up and fight me?!
-Hensley spits in Spectre’s direction, eliciting an “Oooooh!” from the crowd. Spectre looks down where the loogey landed, looks back up, and motions for Hensley to come towards him. The bigger man obliges, and comes at him with a double axe handle…which Spectre dodges, causing Hensley to crash into the corner. As he staggers out, Spectre this time runs by him and, in one motion, leaps off the second turnbuckle, hurricanrana’s him, but holds onto it, grabbing his legs for another pin attempt!-
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-Hensley again kicks out, more irate than before! His face is turning a tint of red from his anger, but Spectre doesn’t make a sound in response. Finally, Hensley backs off, gathers himself, and the two men begin to measure one another up. Feeling aggressive, Hensley throws a kick, which Spectre blocks using his limbs, and tries to answer with one of his own. Hensley dodges it, and goes for a combo of a left fist, right fist, and another kick, but Spectre backs into the corner, prompting a five count from the ref. Hensley is feeling his oats, and wants to slug it out with the masked man, and Spectre seems to oblige.-
-Hensley’s measures Spectre up and throws a forearm, which catches the masked man a bit off guard. He follows it up with a kick to the side, then a side-kick to the stomach. As Spectre bends down, Hensley hits the ropes, and comes back with an attempt at a Yakuza kick to the head, but Spectre ducks it, stands up straight, and waits for Hensley to turn around before nailing a fast open hand jab of his fingers into Hardcore’s throat! Hensley grabs at his throat for a moment as Spectre shoves him into the corner, rips the top of his t-shirt, and starts throwing knife-edge chops at him, prompting some cries of “WOO!” from the relatively sparse crowd. He grabs Hensley and tries to toss him across the ring, but the big man has a counter; he springs up to the second turnbuckle, leaps off, and manages to grab Spectre on the way down, planting him with a DDT! Cover!-
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2!
-Kickout by Spectre. Hensley wants to take advantage, and he quickly hits the ropes and tries to hit a Quebrada/Lionsault, which connects! Hensley thinks about a pin, but instead opts to hit another move. He gets out onto the apron, starts measure Spectre; as Spectre stands, Hensley surprises the crowd as the 250 pounder leaps up and springboards off the top rope, looking for a takedown…but Spectre counters with a midair superkick, his leg going nearly straight up into the air, sending a loud “SMACK!” through the gym! Rather than go for a pin, Spectre immediately grabs Hensley’s legs, ties them up Indian-deathlock style, and kneels down, putting pressure both on Hensley’s legs, while also driving his knee into Hensley’s spine!-
CD: Quite a move by Spectre; he’s noticed how Hensley’s taken to some aerial moves, so he’s immediately focused on countering them into moves to hamper the parts of the body he needs to fly!
SG: Hensley has wings?! I should have him meet Crauswell!
-Hensley, alert, quickly gets to the ropes, and as both men get to their feet, he manages enough strength to plow Spectre over with a short spear, knocking the wind out of him. He looks once to the ropes, but then looks back at Spectre, not wanting his high risk moves countered again. He instead grabs at Spectre’s legs, and goes to lock in a Boston Crab. He cinches it in nicely, pulling back, and Spectre tries to escape by pushing himself up with his fists on the mat. He works his way towards the ropes, but Hensley stands up to move the hold back towards the center of the ring…which gives Spectre all the opening he needs. As Hensley stands up and begins moving, Spectre contorts his midsection, slides out through the front of Hensley’s legs, swings himself up, and nails a forearm shot to the shocked hardcore warriors’ face! The crowd is a bit shocked at the masked man’s abdominal strength.-
-Hensley drops the mystery man, which allows Spectre to stand back up, hit a few forearm shots, a spinning kick to the gut, followed up by Spectre hitting a sort of mini-scissor kick to the back of Hensley’s neck. Hensley falls to one knee, and Spectre hits the ropes, perhaps ready to hit that charging boot or knee to the side of his opponent’s head…but Hensley catches him, cradles him, and brings him down in a hard backbreaker! The crowd pops big, and Hardcore goes for a cover!-
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-Spectre just gets his hand on the rope! Hensley pounds the mat once in frustration, but quickly gets Spectre back up, and dumps him out to the floor. As the ref begin the count, Hensley launches Spectre into one of the guardrails, and charges after him, hitting a somersault cannonball to the prone masked figure! Hensley wisely rolls in and out of the ring to break up the count and tries to go back to work, picking up a piece of guardrail and walking ominously towards Spectre…but the ref jumps in the way!-
Ref: (shouting) Put it down, man! Rules tonight say you’ll get disqualified, put it down!
-Hensley looks none too pleased, but complies. He charges Spectre again, but he’s now had enough time to recover, so he ducks out of the way…and Hensley responds by leaping onto the guardrail! He goes for a moonsault off it, but Spectre ducks…but Hensley lands on his feet!-
CD: VERY impressive showing on the floor here by both men!
SG: TOLD you he had wings!
-Hensley hits a few forearms on Spectre, and lines him up again to toss him the other way into another set of guardrails, but Spectre has other designs. As he’s tossed, he leaps onto the ring steps, grabs the corner post, swings his body through the corner ropes, and comes back around and down to the floor with a mid-air dropkick on the charging Hensley, stopping him dead in his tracks and knocking him back-first onto the concrete! The crowd goes nuts, and an “E-DUB-T!” chant starts up.-
-As the announcers and crowd give a strong reaction, Spectre rolls his opponent into the ring, and goes for a cover!-
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2!
-Hensley kicks out with all the strength he has left! He lets out a roar, gets to his feet, and levels Spectre with a nasty running Yakuza to the face! Both men go down in a heep as the ref starts the ten count, the crowd clapping in time, urging both men to rise. They do, but somewhat slowly. Hensley comes right at Spectre with some clubbing forearms, but Spectre responds with loud knife-edge chops. Hensley keeps throwing his shots, but Spectre throws an open hand slap, which doesn’t do much to ease the bigger man’s already somewhat short temper. Hensley is mighty pissed now, and with a roar tries to kick at Spectre, but the masked man dodges. Hensley tries again, misses, but lunges at Spectre, setting him up for a Full Nelson Slam, grabbing him in the classic Full Nelson style! He hefts him up, but Spectre grabs his arm, comes crashing down, takes Hensley down to the mat with him, wraps his legs around Hensley’s other arm, and floats over into a crucifix pin attempt!-
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-Hensley JUST gets out, but Spectre still has him in crucifix position! He sits Hensley up, leans his upper body on one of his legs, and starts using his free one to drive its weight down across the top of Hensley’s chest, near his neck, while holding onto his other arm in a sort of Cross-Arm Breaker! The crowd cringes with each blow as Hensley fights it off as best he can. He’s fading fast, and the ref goes to check on him, to make sure he doesn’t pass out. He grabs the free arm, lifting it once…and Hensley keeps it up, using any strength he has left to get his toes to the ropes!-
-Hensley wisely rolls out to the floor to gather himself. The ref starts counting while Spectre gets up, aiming to chase his opponent, but the ref pushes him back for a moment, wanting to make sure Hensley is alright. Spectre respects his wishes for all of five seconds before going right back to follow Hensley. He leans through the second rope…and Hensley stands up, suddenly wielding a steel chair, which he swings backwards to wallop Spectre upside the head! The ref immediately calls for the bell, ending the match.-
Announcer: The winner of this bout, as a result of disqualification, Spectre!
CD: What the heck was that?! I don’t know if it was the constraints of old school rules, but Hardcore Hensley, in his pay per view debut, just snapped! Was it frustration? What could’ve caused that?
SG: Uh-oh…he doesn’t seem very happy right now.
CD: Thank you, Captain Obvious.
-Hensley starts jawing at the upset crowd, who feel cheated out of a clean finish to a good match. He brings the chair back into the ring with him, and starts yelling at Spectre.-
HH: You wanna play games, eh? You wanna make me look bad? Let’s see how this looks on you!
-He picks the chair up, but holds it in front of his face, enabling Spectre to nip up, leap straight up, and fully extend his leg, kicking the chair into Hensley’s face! Spectre, still dazed, falls for a second, but straightens himself out. He looks down at the knocked down Hensley, looks at his own hand…and grabs Hensley’s hand in a sort of solo-handshake as “Perfect Strangers” once more plays. Spectre immediately rolls out of the ring and heads for his perch somewhere in the crowd, intent on keeping a close, watchful eye on the proceedings of the night.-
CD: Man-oh-man, a great exhibition match, both men showing a lot in their pay per view debuts, for some ruined by the actions of Hardcore Hensley…and then things get even more confusing, as Spectre still shakes the hardcore-one’s hand! I don’t even want to try to figure this guy out, we’ll be here all night working on it.
-The cameras segue into the next segment as Sum Guy is heard playing with a set of Transformers figures, unaware that his mic is on.-
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Post by Toom E. Guci on Aug 12, 2007 22:24:11 GMT -5
Announcer Person: The following match is scheduled for one fall and is a Semi-Final match in The Girl Next Door Tournament......introducing first.....from The Dead Moon Circus.....being accompanied by Mr.Bunny.....Madison The Clown Girrrrrrrlllllllll!
~"Tablescraps" by Stolen Babies begins to play and Madison arrives riding upon the shoulders of her 6'6'' bodyguard. She has a rather large, light blue colored mallet slung over her shoulders. She balances upon Mr.Bunny's shoulders and springs into the ring. Pacing in a circle she gives the mallet a few loving pats before crouching low to the mat, grinning widely as she awaits her opponent for the evening. Some balloons with creepy happy faces fall from the rafters which are accompanied by confetti and streamers~
~”Peace Sells” by Megadeth begins to play over the speakers, and in her USUAL ring attire, out steps Terina, an extremely happy expression over her face.
Announcer: And her opponent…from San Diego, California……TERRRRRRRRRRRRINA!
~Despite the boos, Terina completely ignores them, happily walking up to and climing into the ring. As her music begins to fade out, she suddenly switches to a serious face, and the crowd dies down.
~Having handed over her mallet to Mr.Bunny, Madison begins to circle around California born opponent who in turn does the same. Soon it turns out that Madison is not circling Terina but, is in fact, circling herself. Sorta like a dog chasing it's tail. Terina is understandably annoyed by this and she decides to lunge for the multi-haired whack job. Madison carefully steps to the side and plants a foot squarely into Terina's butt that makes her stumble forward a few steps. Terina growls and turns back around to spot a grinning Madison with her arms rested behind her back innocently. She points a thumb to the ref instructing that he did it but Terina doesn't by that for a second and gives chase. Madison slides to the outside and Terina follows along as both girls complete an entire lap around the ring. Mr.Bunny doesn't move an inch or try to interfere as he just stares forward. Madi rolls back into the ring and Terina does as well. Terina doesn't get a chance to get to her feet as a pink Converse Allstar begins to land repeatedly on the back of her head. Madi grabs Terina by the legs, swings about, and slingshots her right over the ropes and back to the outside.
~Terina tumbles against the barricade and Madi hops about in the middle of the ring while throwing a few imaginary punches. Terina seems to be allowing her anger to get the best of her as she slides back into the ring. She wastes no time trying to connect with a clothesline but the energy filled Harlequin ducks and when the business-savvy technician bounces off the ropes, Madi tosses her right back to the outside once more. Madison slaps her knee and gets a good laugh while Terina seethes before climbing back onto the apron. Madison knocks her back down but this time will a little more added force in the form of a dropsault. Terina lays on the outside and holds her head while Madison displays her circusy, acrobatic skills by leaping to the top rope without the aid of her hands. She waits for Terina to get back to her feet before leaping off with a diving hurricanrana! Terina is turned topsy turvey by the top rope attack and the clown strikes a happy little pose. Madison rolls the member of TJT back into the ring and slides in after her. The smaller female backs Terina into a corner and kicks her in the stomach a few times. Terina is whipped towards the ropes but reverses and lowers her head only to catch the tip of the clown's shoe under her chin.~
~Madi goes to capitalize but Terina surprises her with an elbow smash to the head that completely turns her around. With Madison dazed, Terina dives onto one of the middle ropes and springboards off with a moonsault! Nailing her opponent and finally able to slow the smaller girl down. Terina hits Madison with three quick elbows to the stomach and then a flip neckbreaker when she sits herself up. She goes for a cover..ONE..TWO..kickout! It's too early to keep her down but having to push her larger foe off goes a long way in wearing someone down. Terina pulls Madison up and throws her into the ropes. Once Madi returns Terina kicks her in the belly which doubles her over. Terina bounces Madison's head off the mat with the Lucky Shot (Complete Shot) and goes for another pin. ONE..TWO..a kickout! Madison is yanked to her feet by her rainbow colored hair and Terina keeps a tight hold on the back of it. Terina gives Madison two kicks to the face, displaying her flexibility, before Madison shocks her with a straight right hand to the face. Terina drops and Madison stumbles backwards to get a little breathing room. It doesn't last long as Terina quickly gets back to her feet, zooms forward, and snags Madison with a Hurracanrana that knocks her into a corner turnbuckle. With Madison slumped in the corner, Terina unloads with a variety of kicks and chops to keep her there while she climbs out onto the apron. Terina climbs up to the top rope, behind Madison, and pulls her tiny 130 lb opponent up with her by snagging her arms around her neck. Terina punches Madison in the head a few times before flipping back into the ring, leaving Madi perched on the top rope. She hops upwards, looking for a more impactful hurracanranna but Madison shoves her off. Terina rolls through and Madi leaps towards her only for Terina to spring off her feet and drop kick the incoming harlequin in the stomach~
~Madison completely flips over from both feet hitting her stomach and Terina see's this as another chance for a cover..ONE..TWO..kickout! Terina decides to use her submission expertise by locking Madison into a surfboard that she calls The Bird's Nest Of Pain. Keeping the hold applied she keeps it in as tightly as possible, pained look on Madison's painted face, but she still doesn't submit. Terina allows Madison to slump down from the hold only so she can pull her back up and hit a side Russian leg sweep. Terina then sits Madison up and applies what she calls The Orb Weaver. The sharpshooter/modified into a surfboard stretch doesn't get Madison to tap but being wrapped by like a pretzel isn't doing her any favors. Terina breaks the hold and hauls Madison up for a bodyslam, dropping her in the middle of the ring. She climbs back out on the apron and springboards onto the rope, balancing herself. Madison keeps the referee's attention while Mr.Bunny shakes the ropes Terina is standing upon and this causes her to plummet rather harshly back into the ring. Madison painfully gets back to her feet and snags Terina in a headlock. She runs up the nearest turnbuckle to complete a swinging bulldog which flattens Terina's face into the mat. She hooks a leg..ONE..TWO..no, kick out! Madison, while holding her lower back, measures Terina until she sets up and when she does, greets the brunette with a pair of diving feet to the face. She goes for another pin! ..ONE..TWO..shoulder up! Madison measures her once again before use the ropes for extra speed. She dives at Terina but gets caught in her arms. Using her deceptive power, coupled with her opponents small size, Terina hoists her up onto her shoulders and brings her down with Mako Drop! She hooks the leg tightly aaaaand..
ONE..TWO..another kickout!~
~Mr.Bunny, displeased with what he's seeing climbs up onto the apron which draws the attention of the referee. The ref tries to get him down but Terina is annoyed with his second display of interference as well. She stomps past the ref and kicks Mr.Bunny straight between the legs. He drops off the apron in pain and the ref watches him with sympathy(cause he's a guy too, ya know?) But it seems as though no one saw him slide the large mallet Madison carried down with during her entrance into the ring. Madison scoops it up and when Terina turns around she takes a wild swing! Terina ducks the first attempt but Madison is able to strike her in the forehead with the blunt handle when she spins back around! Terina falls onto her back and Madison quickly kicks the mallet outside. The ref turns around just in time to see Madison making the cover. He counts.
ONE..TWO..no, not three!~
~Madison expresses a look of slight disbelief, hoping that the strike from the mallet was enough to end the match. Picking up her prone opponent by the hair, the Clown Girl whips Terina into a nearby corner. Backing up a few feet, Madison bolts at lightning speed in the direction of the corner, flipping forward into a handstand, bouncing off to her feet, and hitting an elbow, the impact causing Terina to fall somewhat in the corner. With Terina down, Madison lifts her back up, applying a three-quarter face lock with one arm around her opponent’s head, lifting up another arm, and begins to swing forward in an attempt to hit the Rubber Mallet!
~Before she can complete the move however, she his suddenly stopped by two arms wrenching around her neck and face, a vice-like grip keeping her immobilized. Right behind her, Terina has applied a sleeper hold! As Madison struggles to escape, pulling away, the grip is increased, tighter and tighter. Trying harder to escape, Madison begins dragging herself along to try and buck her heavier opponent off, with little success. Finally, her arms begin flailing, trying to find a lock of hair to pull on, and loosen the grip. Just as she finds something, she tries to pull, but as soon as she does, Terina’s two legs wrap around her abdomen, completing the Boa Constrictor. Gasping for breath, and with a heavier body pulling down, Madison collapses down. Holding it in for a little longer, Terina on top, she lets go, adjusting Madison slightly and locking in a camel clutch! Shifting her weight slightly, Terina applies extreme pressure on the smaller Clown Girl. Fortunately for Madison, she’s just close enough to get her legs on the ropes, and the referee looks over at Terina, signaling that she has to let go, and begins to count.
One!
Two!
Three!
Four!
~Terina quickly lets go and climbs to her feet, jawing at the referee, and the only audible words are “You need to count slower!” Throughout all her arguing, Madison pulls herself back to her feet using the ropes, and turns Terina around, catching her opponent off-guard with a tornado DDT! She gets back up, clutching her back and neck, and slowly ascends off the turnbuckle. Looking down on Terina, who is getting up on her hands and knees, Madison leaps off to hit a diving fameasser! At the last second, Terina rolls out of the way, and picks herself back up. Madison on the other hand, hits the mat rear-first, sitting in place. Her eyes bug out massively, and the crowd goes entirely silent. The referee looks over at her to make sure she’s okay, but notices absolutely nothing. Terina shows a face of complete confusion, and just stares on. Suddenly, Madison gets back up, and a number of people sigh in relief. Still alert, she ducks a clothesline from her larger opponent, following up with a spinning heel kick to plant her back down onto her back. Shaking off the pain from the previous moves, Madison goes for the cover.
One!
Two!
No, kickout!
~Madison gets back up, looking more frustrated than before, both because of the kickout, and also, her pain from the moves inflicted on her, still lingering in her back, neck, and joints. Just as Madison picks up Terina, a stiff forearm sends her staggering back. She hits a kick to the leg of her opponent, and another for good measure, but another forearm shot, coupled with a toe kick to the stomach gives Terina the advantage in this brawl. Lifting her up, Terina hits a fisherman buster on Madison, and gives off a smile. She drags her prone opponent to a spot near the turnbuckle, smiles once again, and begins talking in her direction. All that can be distinguished, however, is “…and it’s working…” With her opponent down, Terina faces away, putting both feet on the bottom turnbuckle, and striking a pose. She shakes her head and descends, and then climbs back up. At the second turnbuckle, she lets off a HUUUUUUUGE grin, poses once more, and prepares for a Moonsault—but something goes awry. Terina’s eyes get huge, and she feels a tugging from behind…ROLL UP! Terina is pulled off with a rollup from Madison, dropping her down and putting her in a pinning predicament. The referee immediately begins to count, and Madison, being at the corner, puts her legs on the ropes!
One!
Two!
Three!
DING DING DING!
~”Tablescraps” picks back up over the PA system, and celebrating wildly, Madison almost leaps out of the ring and back up to the entranceway, Mr. Bunny trailing behind.
Announcer: Here is your winner…MADISON THE CLOWN GIRL!
~Terina, rather than looking pissed off, has an expression of complete and total surprise, at a loss for what just transpired. No anger is visibly present, and yet, her face tells a story: of something gone terribly wrong. Fade out.
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Post by Toom E. Guci on Aug 12, 2007 22:24:48 GMT -5
Before the next match, Synthy Eris steps out to no music, and she simply makes her way to the announcer's table. Craig DeGeorge looks like he's about to tell her something incredibly stupid, but Synthy looks him up and down, sighs, and hits him with a swift kick to the head. Craig tumbles, and she takes his headset and sets him against the front of the table. She places the headset on her own head, and sits next to Sum Guy without a word, and a casual smirk.
Sum Guy: I'm Sum Guy,. And this woman could tear me apart with her hands.
Synthy: ...Truer words have never been spoken by you. I'm Synthy Eris and I am –your- special guest commentator for the next match.
*"Violence Fetish" plays over the PA system as Joe Ragnal walks out from behind the curtain in his green trench and sunglasses, getting a decent crowd applause, and at least two people chanting "GWC! GWC!" Joe runs around and high fives the front row all around the ring, then slides inside the ring. He then proceeds to take off his coat.*
Sum: Isn't it weird that a guy as FUN as Joe can have such a deadly named theme song?
Synthy: Just shut up and watch the match.
*As Joe prepares for what could be the worst match of his career, a hush falls upon the crowd.*
* “Dare to be Stupid” begins to play to cheers. *
*But after a bit, Jobby doesn't show. The crowd looks to be unsure of what is going on before everyone turning to some commotion at the South wing of the gym. Appearing from the crowd is Jobby in an old school version of his ring-attire. Instead of long tights, he wears a part of shorts with the same design as well as his orange boots & knee pads, the yellow headband, and his green shirt. He pauses at the gate as everyone cheers around him. He turns as gives a “come over here” wave to a few kids in the front row. Before any security guards could stop him, McJobberston has a long conga line that is weaving around rows around the arena. Kids, parents, and elderly fans alike dance along with the goofy neon clad wrestler. He motions, while dancing to his own theme, for the barricade to be open at the opposite side where he came in and he leads the long conga line all the way around the ring. He waves and gives a thumbs up to his opponent as he circles the ring meeting the end of the line. Then he runs around the ring, high-fiving each of them before stopping at the very front of the line. There the first person to join him and hold on to his hips, a little boy, is given the neon green shirt off Jobby's back by Jobby himself. He then rolls into the ring and gives a massive thumbs up at Joe, while all the crowd members are herded back to their seats.*
Announcer: Currently in the ring, weighing in at 258 lbs... He is from Jobstown, NJ... “Wrestle Posse Member” Jobby McJobberston!
Sum:...I wanted to join that conga line...
Synthy: ..This is going to be a fun night, isn't it? -_-
*Joe looks around as the small audience gets back into their seats, then applauds Jobby for his originality in an entrance. He then offers a handshake to Jobby, who accepts. As Jobby shakes, the hand falls out of Joe's trenchcoat sleeve, revealing a fake hand...which Jobby believes is real. And the bell rings to start the match. Jobby fails around the ring as he screams and tries to free his grasp from the fake limb's grasp, failing to realize that his grip is the only thing holding it to him. As Jobby acts like a chicken with it's head cut off, Joe takes off his trenchcoat and shades, then leans against the turnbuckles, awaiting Jobby to come to reality. Which fails to happen as he screams running inside the ring for about five complete laps before he trips and falls face first into the mat. The obviously fake hand rolls out of the ring as Jobby recovers. Joe palms his face and shakes his head, then goes to the ring's center and asks...*
Joe: Alright, you ready to do this, Job?
*Jobby sticks up a huge thumbs up and he pulls his face off the mat. Joe raises his arm up to ready a lockup between the two. Jobby looks around, confused, and then....he high fives Joe. Jobby then runs around the ring once more, Joe looking around at him and asking himself what he got into. In the next time around the ring, Joe shrugs, and sticks his leg out...tripping Jobby. With the grace of a drunk, dead cat Jobby falls face first again.*
Synthy: ...Leg-trip by Joe...
Sum: Jobby's so elegant! His grace is awesome!
Synthy: ...
*Joe, feeling happy about this, climbs the turnbuckles and raises his arms high...and is met by boos. Confused, Joe gets off and back on the canvas, then points to the still flat faced Jobby...and the crowd cheers. Joe starts to point back and forth between himself and Jobby, the crowd alternating their cheers and jeers. Joe just sighs, shakes his head, and picks up Jobby onto this feet. Jobby bats Joe's away from his shoulders and pumps himself up to the cheers of the crowd. He jogs around Joe as he pumps his fists in the air. Then he all of a sudden stops in the center of the ring. He points into the air and immediately "Billy Jean" plays. Jobby spins in place and catches a hat thrown to him out of nowhere. He kicks his leg up and taps each side of it. Gyrating his hips, he turns into a Moonwalk before crossing his arms and halting in a corner. He points back at Joe, who gets "YOU GOT SERVED!" chants. Joe's jaw drops, finding it hard to believe he just got school'd by the wrestler with the worst PPV record in EWT right now. Joe then lifts his jaw back up via his hand, then charges at Jobby with a dropkick...*
Syn: And Joe attempts a dropkick! ..Nice moonwalk though, Job.
*The crowd boos at the lack of sportsmanship of Joe. But quickly cheer as Jobby dances out of the way of Joe's Dropkick. Unfortunately for Joe, he leaps so high that he groins himself against the steel pole in between the middle and top turnbuckle. Jobby casts off his hat and the music ends abruptly. Sensing he has his opponent in right where he wants him, he hits him with a chop and steps back. Joe falls to the ground and flails around like mad, feeling as if a ton of bricks were dropped on his chest. Joe then gets to his feet...*
Syn: Joe, I'm going to mock you –so- hard if you lose to Job..
Sum: *Is transfixed by the amazing action going on.*
*They lock up, Jobby looking to gain the upper hand due to his size and strength. Joe, meanwhile, also tries to gain the upper hand, but then points to behind Jobby.*
Joe: Hey, what's that!
Jobby: WHO?!
Joe: First base!
*With that, Joe kicks Jobby in the shins, and Jobby grabs his leg, and hops around the ring. Jobby continues to hop around until he pulls a rock out of his boot and throws it at Joe's direction.
Syn: And Joe with a rock! It seems damn-near every-thing's legal in this match. Sum: ..*Still transfixed*
Joe holds his hands up but is dumbfounded to see the rock land in front of him. And even more so as Jobby hops towards him like someone would hopscotch. Jobby reaches down halts on one leg, picks up the rock and casts it out of the ring lightly, then hops the rest of the way to slap Joe in the face with his right hand. Joe falls to the floor, feeling as if that rock actually did hit him, and rolls out of the ring, grabbing his cheek, which is now bright red. As Joe holds his cheek, Jobby points at him. Then runs to the opposite side of the ring and rebounds back. He makes a beeline towards Joe who turns to see him coming. As Jobby reaches the ropes next to Joe, he pauses and shouts "BOO" at the flinching Joe. Prompting cheers.*
Synthy: And Jobby with a 'Ghost Trick'..*Snickers* C'mon, Jobby....you've got Joe eating out of your hands. *Snicker*
Sum: *Mezmerized*
*Joe gets out of his flinching position, then shakes his head. He rolls back into the ring, and gets to his feet, and tells Jobby to stand still. Jobby does so, and Joe connects with an enziguri to the back of Jobby's head. Jobby rears back and forth before standing still, as if frozen in a statue-like form. As Jobby stands still, Joe raises an eyebrow in a quizzical matter. He then taps the frozen jobber on the shoulder... Causing Jobby to fall backward on the mat. Joe, sort of not caring anymore, shrugs, and then shuffles his feet on the mat, pathetically bounces off the ropes, and then shrugs as he drops his knee slowly into Jobby's face. Jobby touches his face briefly and just stands up. He lifts his fist into the air and walks to the ropes. Stopping halfway to walk towards Joe, winding up his arm slowly. Jobby taps his fist against Joe's face, and Joe walks backwards into the ropes, backing into them and walking out of them, and shoulder bumps Jobby as if it were meant as a shoulder tackle. Jobby barely moves as he slowly raises but hands up. He walks to the ropes and walks back going for a half hearted attempt at a Clothesline. Jobby lightly taps Joe in the throat, and Joe simply lies down on the ground. Jobby points at the ropes and walks over. He turns halfway and then walks back. Then he stops, slowly kneels to his knees, and slowly pushes his body down to his stomach. The crowd laughs at the “tripping” of Jobby.*
Syn: The action just keeps coming, doesn't it?
*Joe gets back up to his feet, ending the slowmo of the match. Joe then runs to the ropes and hits a double stomp to Jobby's back. Jobby grasps at his back in pain. Joe rolls Jobby over and tries to pin.* Syn: Nice double stomp! 1! 2!
Syn: But no 'V' for Joe.
*Jobby kicks out. Joe picks him up and whips him into the ropes, then runs to the ropes adjacent to the ones Jobby's running back and forth from. ...Criss-crossing one another. Jobby runs at full forcing, out of control, almost coming close to crashing into Joe. After a few times back and forth, Joe stops just before the center, and watches as Jobby continues to run back and forth. Joe then slides out of the ring, and joins Synthy on commentary as the ref counts Joe out.*
Joe: Synthy, this match is extraordinary. It's the best damned match I've ever seen in my life. I'm amazed! I'm shocked! I'm loving every minute of it, I'm-
Syn:...About to be counted out.
Joe: GAH!
Syn: Get your ass back in there!
*Joe the runs back into the ring, where Jobby is still running back and forth. Joe then hits a drop toe hold to Jobby, causing him to trip and fall onto the middle turnbuckle. Joe runs to the opposite ropes, and goes to leap on Jobby...but then Jobby moves out of the way, and Joe yells, "Aw, SHI-" And then falls on his ass on the hard ground of the gym.*
"HOLY S***! HOLY S***!"
Syn: Smooth.
Sum: OHMYGOD!
*Jobby stands up, to cheers again, and pulls up his fists as he stares around to face Joe. But he's shocked to find Joe nowhere in sight. Joe sneaks into the ring behind Jobby's back, and then grabs the ref's shirt, and hides underneath it. Jobby looks confused as he looks around the ring. The referee looks pale as he suspects that Jobby knows. But he doesn't! He just wanders around the ring ropes looking ring side to try to find Joe. With Jobby looking around ringside, Joe gets out of the ref's shirt, and then taps Jobby on the shoulder from behind him.*
Jobby: CHEESE AND CRACKERS!!!
*Taken aback by the shock, Jobby chops Joe with his left hand...and Joe stands still. Nothing happens. Jobby tries again...and Joe is still standing like he wasn't even hit. Jobby tries a chop again, this time with the right hand...AND JOE IS DOWN! JOE IS DOWN ON THE GROUND! HE MAY BE UNCONSCIOUS! Jobby looks in amazement at his own right hand. He lifts it up in the air while pointing at it. He leans back into a karate position and holds his right hand cocked for another chop.*
Syn: ..After several chops by Jobby, his follow up move is...waiting.
Sum: ..Those chops hurt -me-...
*Jobby waits for Joe to stand back up...and chops Joe in the chest with his right hand again! This sends Joe back into the ropes, which he tumbles out of. His feet bounce off the top rope, causing Joe's upper body to bounce back up. Jobby looks at the back of his opponent curiously, he walks up to the side of his opponent and hits him with another thunderous right chop. Joe's upper body falls back, but his feet bounce off the top rope, bringing Joe back up...only to meet another chop to the chest. Joe's feet bounce off again, and Jobby chops again...and again...and once more, and then Joe stumbles out of the ropes and to the ground. While Jobby runs around the ring again, Joe is under the ring, looking for a weapon. And he finds...a rubber mallet?*
Syn: crap. I told Madison to stop leaving those everywhere!
Sum: Rubber mallets FTW!
Syn:.....Did you really just say 'FTW'? Mein gott.
*Jobby stops running/cerebrating at his feat after hearing a few chuckles, he turns in their direction to see Joe with the rubber mallet. Instantly he falls to back into a seated position looking rather scared at the "armed" man standing outside the ring. He crawls backward but hits the ropes. Jobby turns and stares dumbly at the ropes.*
Jobby: I'M TRAPPED! THERE'S NO WAY OUT! I DON'T SEE ANYWAY TO ESCAPE FROM THIS RING! SOMEBODY HEEEEELLLLLLPPPP MMMMMEEEEE!"
Actually taking Jobby seriously for once, Joe climbs back in, with the rubber toy mallet, walks up to the cowering Jobby...and taps the thing on Jobby's cheek. Jobby's body goes limb instantly as the referee walks over and takes the mallet from Joe's hands. He hits it on his hand. Nothing. He stares confused at Jobby. And gives a sort of... "I'll allow it" shrug. He bops Joe on the head with it, to test it out further. Joe doesn't even flinch. The referee shrugs and hands the thing back. Joe takes the mallet back, and taps Jobby in the ribs with it again. Jobby leaps, from a prone position on his back, into the air.*
Syn:..Nice possum play there, Job. I must say, as incredibly ridiculous as this match is-
Sum: You're as entertained as I am!
Syn:...Not quite that match...
*Joe, amused by the selling, tosses the mallet to the side, and goes out of the ring again...and grabs a dollhouse sized chair from under the ring. Joe gets back in, and places the chair atop Jobby's back. The referee shrugs again, allowing it. While the crowd is selling this small, wooden chair as if it were C4 explosives. While Jobby remains motionless. Joe then climbs on top of the turnbuckles, he leaps off...and hits a Five Star Frog Splash on top of the chair! Jobby rolls around the ring in a complete circle, spreading the broken chair parts (or toothpicks) all around the ring as he screams out in pain. Joe is outside the ring, this time laughing his ass off. Around the time the ref counts to six, Joe goes under the ring again...and pulls out a bag. He climbs into the ring, and sprinkles the innards, which are...SPRINKLES!?*
Syn:...No...Joe wouldn't be –this- sadistic....Be a man, Joe, don't do this! *A smile can be heard in her voice*
Sum: I'm terrified for Jobby! NOT THIS WAY!
*The crowd gasps in mock horror as Joe looks at Jobby with semi-non-good thoughts in mind. Meanwhile Jobby is having convulsions. Or he's trying to scratch his back on the mat... Either way, he's in discomfort of some sort. Syn:..Itchy?
Joe picks Jobby up by the hair, then kicks at the gut several times. He then tries to pick Jobby up for a powerbomb...but he has a little trouble keeping his balance, and throws him down quickly...INTO THE SPRINKLES!!!!!!!!!! Jobby's face looks to be full of pain as he lays there. There is no way he could possibly move now, from the pain. Yet he rolls around in the sprinkles, his back and chest getting coated looking like an ice cream sundae from Hell (if you were wondering the ice cream flavor, the correct answer was Rainbow Sherbert.)*
Syn: Sprinkles. Are. The epitome of PAIN. Joe, you ass!
Sum: ..*Sniff*..That's...so...mean!
*Rather than pinning Jobby and ending his misery, Joe picks Jobby up and dropkicks him into the turnbuckles. Joe then kicks at him until he's seated in the corner, his back resting on the middle turnbuckle. Joe then walks to the corner diagonal from him, and charges...only to trip over the sprinkles and the tiny wooden chair bits...and then falls face first into Jobby's groin! Jobby instantly holds his two scoops (That's right, We got another ice cream pun in here. Deal with it). As he wallows in pain, Joe falls backward with a disgusted look on his face. McJobberston tries to take a step out of the corner but fails... By falling knee first into Joe's privates. Joe grabs his FUN balls (See, Jobby's not the only one we can do puns with ), and rolls around in pain, screaming in soprano. Jobby, meanwhile, gets to the top rope, ready to a moonsault.* Sum: Joe's got a lovely singing voice!
Syn: I'm amazed Jobby's able to stand after that horrendous sprinkle-tastic throwdown from Joe.
*The crowd is simply amazed that Jobby is still standing after so many weapon shots. But he is. He rocks back, almost falling but he recovers. Jobby launches himself back with all the grace of a person of grace (Not all of these puns are good ones, SUE ME!). Joe immediately stands up and walks out of the way as Jobby lands on his feet. Ladies and gentlemen, we have witnessed FUNmoa Joe. Not to be out done, Jobby runs over and shakes the ropes... So either he's Jobistia or Jobbier, ((Was that supposed to be mocking of Ultimate Warrior? You guys suck with puns. -LadyD)) whatever pick one and we'll move on. He quickly exits the ring and runs around it, giving high fives to crowd members as he passes by. Upon getting a 8 count, he runs back in and makes a beeline straight towards Joe.*
*As he runs, Jobby grabs Joe's arm and twists it into an arm wrench. Joe winces in pain. With Jobby seeing this work, he twists it into an arm wrench again...and again...and again...and again...and again...and again...and again...and again...and agai-wait, hold up! Joe's arm is released, as Jobby starts spinning around in place, acting rather dizzy. Jobby stumbles around the ring as he tries to recover from this self-inflicted ailment (FANCY WORDS NOW, HUH?)*
*In his dizziness, Jobby hops on to the ropes, then off. He bounces on and off repeatedly, until he accidentally groins himself, and falls to the canvas. Meanwhile, Joe has gotten outside the ring during Jobby's ailment, and sits next to Synthy for a while.*
Syn: You ass. How could you use those sprinkles?!
Joe *dark tone*: I did what I had to do. Sum: *Scared*
Syn: That's it. I'm rooting for Jobby. And I'm not buying you Dairy Queen later. You might try to throw me into the tub of sprinkles and steal my wallet.
Joe: *crestfallen* But...But ....I love those Blizzards. And you promised!
Syn: ....>_> Get back in the ring.
*Joe shrugs and then goes back inside the ring, and grabs Jobby by the head. He then runs up the ropes for an Acid Drop, then falls to the ground with a Stunner, completing the FUN Drop! Jobby's whole body goes stiff and he collapses to the ground. Very slowly. Well, it looks like he's collapsing... Or maybe he's no selling it.... Wait, Joe walks over and taps him. Nope, nothing. Joe tries a different tactic, he tries to push Jobby over... Nope, nothing either. Joe just raises his arms as if to say "I give up!", then grabs a chair from ringside, and sits it down in the ring. He then pulls an entire newspaper out of his pockets (Don't ask me how he fit it in there, I don't even know!), and sits down, reading the comics section while Jobby stands stillish...or stumblingish...or something.*
Syn:..My IQ just dropped, I think.
Sum: At my level now?
Syn: You're IQ is at negative.
*Once finishing that, Joe throws down the paper and rises. He walks back over to Jobby and blows on him. Nope still nothing. He turns to the referee, who just shrugs at him. Then he catches the eye of an attractive woman holding a picture of him and a pen. Joe hops out of the ring and walks over, signing the picture for the woman. Without even thinking he signs it "For eBay". He then winks at the woman, then gets back into the ring, and checks on the statued Jobby.*
*Jobby has- Nope, still nothing. Joe looks truly at a lose for words as Jobby drops another cm closer to the ground. Out of the corner of his eye, he sees a vendor that's selling drinks. Joe climbs out of the ring again, and gets his wallet out, paying for a Super Sized cup of Mountain Dew. He then climbs back into the ring, and sees Jobby's still not moving. Joe sprinkles a bit of the Mountain Dew on Jobby's face...STILL nothing. Joe just sits back down on the chair and does the Dew until either Jobby falls, or the drink is empty. In all the time that has been spent, Jobby has fallen the total of 2 inches. Getting nerved, Synthy breaks the silence.*
Syn: Did Jobby see Medusa or something? Jeezum crow, would you friggin' move?!
Sum: I thought Medusa was driving monster trucks now.
Syn:...You fail at life.
*Immediately Jobby smashes into the group. BUT HE LEAPS BACK UP! He runs around in the ring then exits and gives another run around the ring giving high fives before running back into the ring. Jobby smiles and gives the thumbs up to Joe, who's looking at Job as if he had two heads.*
Joe: THAT WAS THE FINISH, YA JABRONI!
*Jobby slaps his forehead and turns to each side of the ring, apologizing.*
Jobby: Sorry! I'm sorry! You know, it's REALLY hard to remember all these things. I just wasn't myself after that mallet spot... I'm sorry.
*Joe shakes his head and places his arms on his hips.*
Joe: It's fine, it's fine...now could you get back on the ground so I can pin you? Please?
Jobby: SURE! THANKS FOR THE MATCH! IT WAS AWESOME!
*Jobby offers to shake his hand.*
Joe: We'll shake hands later. Can you fall, please? I said please.
Jobby: Sure... you're the legend!
*Jobby immediately gives himself a C4 and looks knocked out cold on the ground.*
Syn: How the hell....what the hell.....why the frick...
Sum: I –heart- Jobby! What a brave man!
*Joe places his foot atop the McJobberston, and the ref makes the count.*
1! 2! 3!
Synthy:...My eyes need to be bleached. No, wait..I need to stab my brain with a Q-Tip. No, -wait-, My IQ does not need to drop even further from that match. Whatever. Congratulations on the ...win..Joe. *She gives a nod of acknowledgement to her manager, with a slight smile playing on her lips still.*
*And thankfully, or sadly, it's over (Depends on your preference. But what is preference anyway? And what is up with all the hosses today in wrestling today? I mean, that's not my preference at all... But then, when you think about it my tastes probably wouldn't sell... I mean, Zombie Pirate? What the hell am I smoking really? And does anyone remember Simon Scurvy? Whew bo- BOKU! STOP RAMBLING. WHOOPS! SORRY, RAG! Man you two are morons, and the world's largest boar is named 'hoss' oddly enough./LadyD). Jobby remains knocked out as Joe celebrates.*
*Joe then shakes the unconscious Jobby's hand, then rolls out of the ring, slapping hands with the audience as he makes his way to the back. Before he does, however, he gives Jobby a thumbs up from all the way near the curtain...to which the still KO'd Jobby returns with a thumbs up of his own. Aaand scene.*
*Backstage, Terina can be seen in a makeup room, in a pink terrycloth robe, seated in a big red leather swivel chair. In one hand is a cellphone.*
Terina: No, that was TOTALLY wrong. It wasn’t supposed to happen, remember?
*inaudible sound from the phone*
Terina: Oh, it’s almost here, and so are you guys? Okay then, sweet. I’ll be ready in a little while.
*more inaudible sound from the phone*
Terina: Yes. Yes. Oh?
*inaudible sound*
Terina: Ah. And it’s ALL here?
*inaudible sound…again*
Terina: In that case, I’ll be ready on the double. Mhmm, I have everything I need for it. And you guys?
*inaudible sound…ONCE MORE~!*
Terina: Okay, okay. Understood. Okay then, I’ll be ready. Yeah yeah. Just give me some time. Ciao, babes!
*She hands up, and the camera fades out*
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Post by Toom E. Guci on Aug 12, 2007 22:25:19 GMT -5
* "Welcome to the Jungle" begins to play *
Lillian: The following contest is a Steel Chaos match, taking place in a cage made and paid for by the Fanboy Otaku Gamers! Introducing first, the team of Danny Ashley, Titan, and Houston, they are Domination Creation Station Nation!
They get zero reaction from the crowd, as if no one cares for them at all any more.
Craig: Uh oh, that isn't a good sign. I don't think DCSN will be here in the EWT for much longer.
Sum: I agree, Craig.
DCSN collectively get in the ring, and begin chatting amongst themselves with worried looks on their faces.
* "White & Nerdy" begins to play *
Lillian: And their opponents, the team of Koda Kazar and Job Bher, they are the Fanboy Otaku Gamers!
The goofy teams makes their way down to the ring in a hurry, as the crowd erupts into cheers. When they roll into the ring, Koda borrows the mic from Lillian.
Koda: Well, what do we have here? I guess you three know what the crowd reaction to your entrance means. I like you guys, though, so seeing how you guys are most likely going to be receiving the pink sheet soon, why don't we make tonight's match interesting? Losing team has to disband. I mean, you guys have little to lose, but me and Job? We have a lot to lose then.
Danny grabs the mic.
Danny: Fine by me! We'll crush you tonight, once and for all!
Koda steals to mic back.
Koda: Ok, good. So without further ado. I present, our cage!
A small cage made out of five foot tall walls of chain link fencing is lowered to the ring. The walls are being hell together by duck tape, hot glue, and twist ties.
Craig: Um...I don't think that cage is going to hold......
The ref calls for the bell as all five members stand around one another. Koda charges straight for Danny, and takes him down with a Lou Thez Press, unleashing a flurry of punches to Danny's head. At the same time, Titan and Houston are taking turns knocking Job around.
After the ref warns Koda to stop the closed fist punches, Koda turns around and sweeps Titan's legs out from under him, as Job leaps over the downed Titan and gives Houston a calf kick to the jaw.
Danny slowly gets up as Koda runs towards the ropes and springboards into a flying shoulder to Danny. Koda lifts Titan up to his feet, and sweeps his feet out again, as Job hits him with a spinning heel kick. F.O.G. takes a moment to watch over what they've done as the crowd cheers for them.
In their moment of bliss, Houston gets up. Houston takes Koda out with a northern lights lariat, and turns Job around into a chokeslam. Houston sets Job's head between his legs, readying him for a power bomb, but Koda runs up Job's back and gives Houston a shining wizard.
Koda makes sure Job is ok, before turning their attention to the rest of DCSN. They see Titan and Danny on their feet again and charge at them, but Titan gives Job a power slam, and Danny gives Koda a spine buster. Danny sets Koda up in a corner, and begins kneeing him in the stomach and elbowing him in the head.
Titan and Houston begin stomping on Job while Danny continues his assault on Koda. Danny whips Koda into the opposite corner, but Koda runs up the turnbuckles, as if attempting to backflip behind Danny. Danny catches Koda in mid flip, and drives him to the mat with an Oklahoma slam.
Danny signals to Titan to take care of Koda, as Danny heads over to Job. Danny drags Koda to his feet, and pulls him towards the cage door. Titan opens the door, and throws Koda out of the cage. Titan closes the door and holds it shut. The ref has no choice but to begin counting Koda for a ring out. The crowd boos loudly at the underhanded tactic.
Danny attempts to grab Job, but Job low blows Danny. As the ref was too busy counting the ring out, he didn't see the low blow. Job hits the Natural 20 on Houston, taking him out as well. Koda makes it to the cage door too late, and is eliminated from the match. He has to wait five minutes before being allowed back in the match.
Koda taunts Titan to the point where he opens the cage door. Koda slams the door on Titan's face, sending him stumbling backwards. Job rolls Titan up, and attempts a pin.
One!
Two!
Three!
Titan has been eliminated!
Titan is in a state of shock, and tries to argue with the ref, but Koda opens the cage door, and trips Titan by grabbing his foot. Koda pulls Titan out of the cage, and shuts the door. Koda begins slamming Titan's head into the cage wall over and over until Titan's head begins showing signs of bleeding.
Koda then grates Titan's head on the cage wall, until he fully begins bleeding. Koda smashes Titan's head onto one of the medal bars holding the fencing. Koda then ties Titan's arms and legs together in a hog tie, and rolls him under the ring.
Back inside the cage, Job has to hold off both Houston and Danny by himself for another four minutes. Job sees Danny get up and begins to charge at him. Danny tries to clothesline Job, but Job ducks his clothesline and bounces off the ropes behind him. Job hits Danny with a bulldog. Job then turns his attention to Houston.
Houston rushes at Job, but Job jumps up and connects with a Gaijin. Job turns around to find Danny is back on his feet already. Job rushes at Danny, and hits him with a Glomp. Job then goes up top and hits a Mushroom Stomp.
Job bounces back to his feet, holding one of his legs in slight pain. Houston comes out of no where and levels Job with a huge clothesline. Houston lifts Job up for a power bomb, but at the pinacle of the move, Job counters it with a huricanrana!
Job gets to his feet, only to fall down to one knee, holding his hurt leg. Houston takes advantage of this and attempts to grab Job, but Job counters with a small package pin attempt!
One!
Two!
Three!
Houston has been eliminated!
Craig: No way! Job Bher has eliminated two members of DCSN by himself! He only has to last another minute, before Koda's back in the match!
Houston is angered that he was eliminated. Houston kicks Job in the gut and delivers a power bomb to him, before leaving not only the ring, but the arena, walking out of the gym. Danny begins to stir, and crawls over Job's limp body.
One!
Two!
Kickout!
Job has a burst of strength at the last second, shooting a shoulder up. Danny slowly gets to his feet. At the same time, Job slowly hops onto his feet, balancing most of his weight on his good leg. Danny goes to strike Job, but Job blocks and strikes Danny back.
Job hits Danny with several elbow smashes, before hitting a one leg drop kick onto him. Job struggles to get to his feet, grimacing in pain on the way up. Job rushes towards Danny, but Danny bursts at Job, hitting him with the Arrowhead!
Danny stands over Job's limp body and smiles. The crowd erupts into cheers, but Danny doesn't know why. The camera pans back to reveal Koda standing behind Danny. The five minutes were up, and Koda was back in the match.
Koda spins Danny around and unleashes lefts and rights at him. Koda whips Danny into the ropes and hits him on the rebound with a spinning elbow. Koda knees Danny in the gut and runs on the ropes behind him.
Koda drops Danny with a Matrix Bulldog. Job finally makes it to his feet, as Koda helps him up. Both Koda and Job stalk Danny. As Danny stands up Koda catches him, and Koda and Job hit the Ring of death on Danny. Koda goes for the pin.
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Two!
Three!
Danny Ashley is eliminated! However, the match isn't over, as Titan is still in the match, as he was eliminated shortly after Koda, so their reentry time was almost the same.
The ref begins counting Titan out, as Koda, Job, and the crowd all join in.
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Seven!
Eight!
Nine!
Ten!
Titan is eliminated!
Lillian: Here is your winner, the Fanboy Otaku Gamers!
Craig: Wow, that was really smart of Koda to tie Titan up and keep him under the ring.
F.O.G. celebrates in the ring as Danny stumbles out of the cage, and pulls Titan out from under the ring. Danny unties Titan and they head to the back.
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Post by Toom E. Guci on Aug 12, 2007 22:25:38 GMT -5
* We cut backstage as the steel cage is being taken down.*
William Hung: EWT Hall of Fame’r William Hung here with the owner of EWT, Mr. Toom E Dangerously. Mr. Dangerously, the big question remains sir…did this pay per view help the budget or hurt the budget more?
Toom E: Well Willie…
William: That is William, sir.
Toom E: I signed your paycheck to be a guest today, and since you come cheap with your 15 minutes of fame up, you will go by Willie. Now, as you were asking…you see, this pay per view has helped us a bit, yes. The thing is, we have an investor that is actually sponsoring this show & that is helping us an awful lot.
William: Who is the sponsor, sir?
Toom E: That’s the weird thing. He had placed in his Sponsorship Contract that we not announce it & you know I always abide by my contracts. This company ask that they be announced when the time is right. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have things to finish up.
* We cut back to ringside.*
"The Noose" by The Offspring hits as the crowd is still cheering at the last match, and the crowd instantly goes hostile at the impending entrance of Smarky.)
Pimply-Faced AV Nerd: The following tag-team match is scheduled for one fall! First, from.... uh.... Des Moines, Iowa, weighing in at 180 pounds and standing 5 feet 11 inches tall... Smarky? What the hell kind of name is that?
The crowd laughs as Smarky glares at the pimply nerd doing the announcing for this match. Before much else happens though, the crowd is thrown into open revolt as "PREPARE TO BE INFECTED!" blasts over the speaker system. Instead of immediately going into "Purify", however, there is a few seconds of silence before "Revenga" by System of a Down hits.
PFAVN: And his tag-team partner...from Lewiston, Idaho, weighing in at 290...hahaha…yeah right...pounds and standing 6 feet 10 inches tall...VIRUS!...well, at least it's better than Smark--
The crowd boos even more as Virus levels the nerd with a punch, and grabs the microphone.
Virus: To hell with this goddamn gym! DAVIDSON! VALENTINE! GET THE F*** OUT HERE! AND BRING HER WITH YOU!
Virus's fury silences the crowd into shock, and Smarky looks very afraid that his partner will not discriminate between friend and foe in this match-up as Land of Confusion by Disturbed begins to play over the speaker system. John "the Lion" Valentine, Andy "the Eagle" Davidson and Amnestria make their way out of the locker room.
John "the Lion" Valentine: Since you just leveled the announcer, I suppose we'll have to make our own announcement. Amnestria, will you do the honors?
Amnestria: Why, certainly! Ladies and gentlemen, I give you - from Oak Harbor, Washington, weighing in at 225 pounds, John..."The Lion"...VALENTINE! And his tag team partner, weighing in at 290 pounds and hailing from Preston, England, ANDY..."The Eagle"...DAVIDSON! And together...They are the Guardinals!
The crowd cheers as the Guardinals slowly stride down to the ring, absorbing the crowd's admiration. Virus strides in the ring angrily as Smarky takes a corner, apparently because Virus will be starting the match up for the hacked-together duo. Valentine and Davidson, however, play a game of rock-paper-scissors to determine who will face the incensed big man. Davidson wins, and with a show of mock indignation, Valentine takes up a tag rope. The referee calls for the bell as Davidson enters the ring and begins to size up Virus.
DING, DING, DING!
However, Virus will from the punches from Davidson. The referee begins a five count, which gets Davidson to stop and back away, waiting for Virus to resurface from the ropes. He does so, and now the two men circle each other, ready to begin the match in earnest.
Virus charges in with a clothesline, which is ducked by Davidson. Davidson readies a spinning kick for Virus as he turns around, but Virus blocks the kick and smacks Davidson right in the jaw with a right cross. Davidson is stunned for a moment, and Virus takes advantage, pounding at Davidson with kicks to the stomach and clubbing blows to the face and head. Before Davidson is in the ropes, however, Virus hits a snap DDT, taking Davidson down to the mat. Virus goes for the cover...have none of it, and yells at Davidson to tag Valentine in. Davidson shakes his head, and Virus slaps the taste right of his mouth and continues his verbal beatdown. Davidson doesn't seem to hear, reeling from the slap, until finally Davidson explodes in a blast of punches and kicks that sends Virus staggering backwards to avoid the furious flurry of activity from the Englishman. Davidson continues to punch and kick away, and eventually Virus is in the ropes, cowering
1!
KICKOUT! Davidson kicks out and scrambles back up to his feet, and Virus hastens to follow. Virus charges at Davidson, who hits him in the gut with a boot, doubling Virus over. Davidson then snaps off a picture-perfect Bicycle Kick, sending Virus down to the mat. Davidson goes for the cover...
1!
KICKOUT! Virus powers out and again both men scramble to their feet.
Virus and Davidson circle each other for a short moment and jump right back into the fray and tie up. Davidson quickly reaches around Virus and puts on a side headlock. Virus, struggling, pushes Davidson into the ropes and Irish whips him as hard as he can. Davidson bounces off of the opposite ropes and Virus meets him with a vicious big boot! Davidson crashes to the mat as Virus goes for the cover…
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KICKOUT! Davidson lifts his shoulder and the crowd pops.
Virus, frustrated, begins to lift Davidson to his feet. He Irish whips his opponent to the corner where Smarky stands with extreme vigor. Davidson’s back is slammed into the corner and lets out a subtle grunt. Virus turns around and points furiously at Valentine. Valentine glares at Virus when, all of a sudden, in a burst of energy, Virus charges at Davidson. The crowd tenses as Virus shoulder blocks the spit out of Davidson’s mouth! Andy’s limp form fumbles to the mat as Virus steps away. Virus walks over Davidson and begins to climb to the turnbuckle. He reaches the top rope but is cut short by a quick and sneaky blind tag by Smarky. The referee acknowledges the tag and Smarky enters the ring. Virus, frustrated, leaps anyway and selivers a devastating SWANTAN BOMB to Davidson as Smarky spins out of the way of the cranage! The crowd explodes in excitement from the odd move choice by Virus. They realize what they’ve cheered for and begin to boo. Virus rolls out of the ring in a huff and returns to the apron. Davidson twitches on the mat as Smarky picks him up to execute the “Backmask.” He begins to spin but Davidson snaps out of his trance and tornado DDT’s Smarky’s face into the mat! Both men collapse in a heap in the middle of the ring and the referee begins the count…
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4! Virus and Valentine begin flailing about to get their respected partners to wake. The crowd begins a slow clapping cheer…it intensifies in speed…
5! The clap continues and Smarky and Davidson begin to stir much to the delight of the crowd.
6! Valentine reaches out as far as his hand can reach to get the tag from Davidson. The claps disperse into a loud cheer. All members of the crowd are shaking in their seats in anticipation of the tag.
7! Smarky begins to crawl toward Virus for the tag.
8! Davidson begins to crawl. Smarky is a few short feet from the tag.
9! Smarky leaps and slaps the hand of Virus and the crowd boo’s. Virus blasts into the ring and grabs the foot of Davidson before he can make the tag to Valenitne! The crowd boo’s once again and Virus lifts Davidson in the air in vertical suplex fashion. The crowd winces in fear at the Infection that is on its way. In an animalistic rage, Valentine bursts from his corner and spears Virus’s exposed gut. Virus bends in half and Davidson falls on Valentine’s back. All competitors lay in a heap in the middle of the ring. Smarky looks at destruction in the ring…looks at the crowd…the ring…the crowd…the ring…the crowd…finally, he glances at the ring one final time and explodes in laughter. The referee begins counting for Valentine to leave the ring. Valentine hears the referee’s voice and slowly rolls out of the ring to avoid disqualification.
Davidson stands up as well as Virus. Virus leaps forward to deliver a clothesline but Davidson ducks under and standing Dropkicks Virus square in the back! Virus quickly gets back up but turns around into The Eagle’s Landing! Davidson goes for the pin and the referee counts…
1!
2! Valentine rushes around the ring and grabs Smarky’s ankle before he can rush in and break the pin.
3! The Referee calls for the bell…
DING, DING, DING!
Pimply-Faced AV Nerd: Here are your winners, THE GUARDIN- HEY!
Virus and Smarky jump the Guardinals from behind with steel chairs, pummeling away at the tired duo. Virus is wailing on Valentine with his chair, while Smarky pounds at Davidson's prone form. Amnestria is screaming at Virus in particular to stop the assault, but neither man listens as the beatdown continues with straight punches and stiff kicks added into the battery of chairshots. Finally, both Guardinals are bloodied, and while Smarky begins to spin Davidson in his Backmask, Virus props Valentine up in the corner before going to retrieve a table, ignoring the impassioned pleas for mercy from Amnestria. Smarky plows Davidson's head into the mat in the DDT to complete the Backmask just as Virus begins to set up the table in front of the turnbuckle supporting Valentine's damn near unconscious body. Virus begins to pick Valentine up, and seems to be setting up for either the Infection or the Mutation off the top turnbuckle when Amnestria manages to pry Virus off of Valentine.
Amnestria: DON'T!!!!!! Snap out of it! He never did--
Virus clasps a hand around Amnestria's throat, and as the camera gets a full view of the situation, we see just how far gone mentally Virus truly is, as there is only bloodlust in his eyes, an insatiable thirst to see his enemies broken before him. Virus lifts Amnestria up into the air, and looks to chokeslam her through the table when something seems to happen very rapidly in Virus's brain... his eyes go from insanely furious to distraught and confused in mere moments, and he drops Amnestria to the ground. The crowd boos and pelts Virus with trash, but he doesn't seem to care as he walks backward up the ramp, staring blankly at the carnage he and Smarky helped bring down upon the ring as if seeing it for the first time. Amnestria begins desperately trying to resuscitate John "The Lion" Valentine as Davidson begins to stir on the other side of the ring. Trainers and EMTs rush past Virus, who remains near the entrance, glassy-eyed, as we fade out to a video package
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Post by Toom E. Guci on Aug 12, 2007 22:26:02 GMT -5
Announcer: The following contest is a Triple Threat match, under Old School rules. It is for the EWT TOOLSHED CHAMPIONSHIP! Introducing first…
(“Ain’t Coming Home” hits over the makeshift speakers in the gym, and out steps Jack Jupiter, greeted to boos. Jack quickly runs into the ring, a sheepish look across his face)
Announcer: “From San Diego, California, weighing in at 217 pounds, JACK JUPITER!”
(“Galvanize” by Chemical Brothers starts up and Spyke Johannson leaps from behind the curtain to a massive crowd pop. Spyke does his breakdancing on the entranceway and grooves his way down to the ring.)
Announcer: “From Stockholm, Sweden, weighing in at 223 lbs., he is the Swedish Dancing Sensation, Spyke Johannson!”
(Spyke rolls into the ring and stares down Jack before walking to the other side of the ring and doing the Blue Meanie dance for the crowd.)
(“Symphony #5: Finale” begins to play over the PA system, and with the Toolshed title around his waist, out steps Voltigeur.)
Announcer: “And the Champion, from Rotterdam, Netherlands, weighing in at 303 pounds…VOLTIGEUR!”
(Volt seems happier than last, but that isn’t saying much. He slowly climbs into the ring, but not before shaking the hands of some of the many cheering fans. Once in the ring, he hands his title belt off to the referee, cracks his neck, and readies himself.)
(bell dings)
The three start off in a corner of the ring, staring back at forth at each opponent. Spyke suddenly cartwheels out of the corner and surprises Jack, who is staring at Volt, with a quick jab. Volt snaps into action and joins in on the fun and jabs Jack as well. Spyke follows up with another jab, then Volt with another, then Spyke, then Volt, then Spyke, then Volt, then Spyke, then Volt, until finally Jack slumps down to the mat. Spyke and Volt, agreeing on a job well done, then face each other and lock up. Spyke gets Volt into a side headlock, but Volt pushes him away and into the ropes. Spyke comes back and hits a standing shoulderblock. Spyke bounces off the ropes to his right, but Volt trips Spyke’s legs on the rebound and sends Spyke to the mat. Volt goes for a cover but Spyke kicks out before the ref can count.
Volt snaps to his feet and Spyke nips up and we have a stand off. The two don’t notice Jack get to his feet and surprise Spyke with a German suplex! Jack gets to his feet before Volt can attack him. Jack throws a few punches at Volt, alternating between right and left. Volt manages to catch a right-hander, grabs his arm with his other free hand and hits a Judo hip toss. Volt picks Jack up onto his shoulders and locks him into a torture rack! With Volt’s back to the turnbuckle, he can’t see Spyke climbing up to the top rope. Spyke leaps off and hits Jack in the chest with a double axe handle. This is enough force to cause Volt to drop Jack to the mat. When Volt turns around he is met with a vicious standing enziguri that makes a cracking sound heard around the arena, followed by several “ooohs” from the crowd. Spyke goes for a pin on Voltigeur.
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2!
Jack breaks up the pin. Spyke gets to his feet and lifts Jack up and bodyslams him, followed by a quick leg drop. Spyke meanders over to the corner and climbs to the top rope again. Spyke leaps off, and looks to hit a flying elbow drop, but Jack rolls out of the way and Spyke gets nothing but canvas. Jack leaps onto Spyke and tries to get a pin, but Volt has recovered and manages to drag Jack off of Spyke before the ref can count. Volt gets Jack to his feet, and hits a mean European Uppercut. Jack stumbles backwards and leans up against the ropes. Volt pulls him away from the ropes and hits a lightning-fast Snap Suplex. Volt stands, and looks just in time to see Spyke coming at him, looking to nail a spear. Volt dodges in the nick of time and Spyke goes into the ringpost, shoulder first. Volt walks up behind Spyke and School Boys him for a pin attempt.
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2!
Spyke kicks out. Jack is back up and nails Volt in the back of the head with a forearm shot. Jack then quickly gets the prone Volt into a scissored armbar. Jack has the move locked on tight trying to do serious damage to Volt’s arm. Spyke has recovered and breaks up the submission. Spyke then puts Jack in the Pop Lock and locks it in tight! Jack yelps in pain and reaches for the ropes, but he finds himself unable to, being in the middle of the ring. Volt gets to his feet and sees this as a good opportunity to hit Spyke with his Kao Dode Jumping Knee Strike! Spyke slumps over to his right, effectively breaking up the submission. Jack is not out of the clear as Volt locks on a Trailer Hitch. Jack screams in pain, and still cannot get to the ropes. Spyke slowly recovers enough and shoves Volt off of Jack and locks the Pop Lock back in. Volt, having none of this, shoves Spyke off of Jack and locks on Spyke’s Pop Lock! Spyke, rather than shoving Volt off, grabs Jack’s other leg and locks in a Pop Lock as well! The crowd cheers for the Double Pop Lock on Jack and Jack is in trouble. The two wrench on Jack’s legs and bend his spine the wrong way. Spyke, realizing what could happen if they both made Jack tap out, lets go of the hold, and lunges at Volt tackling him to the ground. Jack is free from the hold and rolls off to the side to recover. Meanwhile, Spyke tries to lock Volt into a triangle hold, but Volt is able to get away and get to his feet. Spyke runs towards Volt, but Volt catches him and looks to counter it into a spinebuster, but Spyke counters that and hits a DDT! Spyke with the cover!
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2!
Volt is able to kick out. Spyke gets up and picks Volt up. Spyke tries to hit Volt with a suplex, but Volt wraps his leg around Spyke’s, and is able to counter into a Tiger Backbreaker! Volt stomps on Spyke a few times before going to focus on Jack, who is still recovering. Volt walks up behind Jack and grabs his shoulder, but Jack whips around and backhands Volt across the face! Volt grabs his face in pain, and turns back towards Spyke, who greets him with a SwedeDT! Spyke with the cover!
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Jack breaks the pin and tries to pin him himself!
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Spyke breaks the pin and pushes Jack away and tries to pin Volt again.
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Jack hits Spyke with a low dropkick to break up the pin. Jack continues to beat on Spyke, stomping and kicking him. Jupiter is looking to end this match and calls for the Jupiter Driver! Jack lifts Spyke up in a vertical suplex position. Jack turns around, and Volt kicks him in the gut! Jack loses control of Spyke and Volt takes him from Jack and puts him into a fireman’s carry position. Volt then lifts him and hits the Go 2 Sleep! Volt tries to go for a cover, but Jack spins him around, kicks him in the gut, and lifts him up for the Nebula Buster! Volt somehow is able to escape and lands on the ring apron. Jack goes to knock him off, but Volt drives a shoulder into Jack’s gut and hits a Sunset Flip into a pin!
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2!
Jack is able to kick out! Jack rolls away, scrambling to his feet and getting knocked back down with a HUGE jumping knee from Volt. Jack once again tries to get up, and this time spot the knee that is going his way. Instantly, the young Jupiter ducks and gets back up. Jack hits a savate kick to the chest of Voltigeur, moving him back a bit and with a battle cry akin to a 60’s martial arts B movie, Jack leaps up into the air, going for a leaping spin kick. Unfortunately for Jack Jupiter, Voltigeur catches both of his legs in mid-air, lifting him up and dropping him down with an Amsterdam Slam! Voltigeur hangs on and lifts Jack Jupiter back up for a second, and drops him again! Once more, the mighty Ridder from Rotterdam lifts up Jack Jupiter, almost in position for an air raid crash, but he quickly is stopped in his tracks by a slightly dazed Spyke Johannson, who sends Voltigeur backwards and down to the mat with an ultra-stiff wheel kick to the face! Spyke drops a leg across Jack Jupiter, and then runs into the ropes and back, to hit another lightning-fast leg drop. Quickly, Spyke goes for the cover.
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Jack kicks out once again! With a savage glint in his eye, Jack is picked up by the hair, but nails Spyke in the stomach with an extremely hard elbow. A second puro-style elbow buys him the time to get to his feet. Huffing and puffing from the force of the previous moves dealt to him, Jack uses a bit of his remaining strength to whip Spyke Johannson into the ropes. Spyke bounces off, and Jack goes for a short arm lariat, which he rolls under. Spyke rebounds from the ropes and Jack Jupiter this time goes for what looks like a drunken big boot. He misses completely, turns around, and gets a clothesline right to the face that sends him tumbling down. Jack leaps back up to his feet in an angered frenzy, takes another clothesline to the face from Spyke….a third…but on the fourth attempt, Jack catches the Swedish Dancing Sensation and spins him in mid-air, to land a JACK’D and plant Spyke Johannson onto the mat. Jack, in his fury, is totally unaware of Voltigeur, who is standing just inches behind him. The towering Dutchman spins Jupiter around, sending him flying with a HUGE European uppercut. Jack falls to one knee, clutching his face. Volt picks him up and hits another European uppercut, though not as big as the last one. A few drops of blood begin to trickle from Jack Jupiter’s mouth, as he touches it, he notices the damage done. Voltigeur takes him down with a Eurasian uppercut, and locks in the Iron Maiden! Jack begins to groan in pain, but Spyke Johannson grabs Voltigeur from behind, locking him in a sleeper. Eventually, Voltigeur loosens his grip enough that Jack can slip out. With Voltigeur in a sleeper and Spyke behind him, Jack runs behind Spyke and applies a sleeper of his own! But this is short-lived, and Spyke hoists up Jack Jupiter, back suplexing the young man to the mat. Voltigeur gets up and grabs Spyke Johannson to deliver the Shock and Awe…lifting him HIGH up for the Shock….but ANOTHER SwedeDT sends the big man right on his melon and buys Spyke Johannson the time he needs to recover.
Spyke Johannson, noticing both Jack Jupiter and Voltigeur down on the mat, scales the turnbuckle nearest to Jack Jupiter; the crowd beginning to go aflame with cheers. Preparing to execute his shooting star press on the downed Jupiter, Johannson begins to dance feverishly on the top turnbuckle, the crowd erupting in cheers at his insane usage of dance moves over such a confined space. Just as he is about to leap off, Jack Jupiter gets back to his feet and climbs up as well, trading shots with Spyke Johannson. Soon, Voltigeur is also involved in the fight, hitting Jack in the lower back with a forearm and leaving him open to be pushed to the side. Unfortunately for Spyke, Jack fights back, and the struggle between Voltigeur and Jack has enough force to make Spyke Johannson lose his balance and fall off the top! At this, Voltigeur forces Jack down from the second turnbuckle and right onto his back. Jack rolls over, and Voltigeur takes advantage, wrapping Jack Jupiter up like a pretzel with the Match-Lock! As Jack yelps in pain, Spyke Johannson get to his hands and knees, shaking his head, and checking to see if he’s okay. The referee’s attention shifts back and forth between the two, and Jack seems as though he’s about to snap in two, facing away from Johannson. Realizing the situation, Spyke slides into the ring, and as he’s mere inches from the two to break up the move…
DING DING DING!
Jack has submit, unaware that Spyke Johannson was on his way to break the hold! Spyke stops dead in his tracks, his face with a slack-jawed grimace, in utter shock of what had just happened.
Announcer: Here is your winner, and STILL Toolshed Champion…VOLTIGEUR!
“Symphony #5: Finale” picks back up over the speakers as Voltigeur releases the hold, getting to his feet and turns around, in order to take back his Toolshed Championship belt. Spyke Johannson is beside himself, and Voltigeur, taking his title from the referee, is the first in the ring to notice. He gives him a look of sincere remorse, but clutching his title, slung over his left shoulder, slowly departs from the ring, and at the exit from the gym, raises his title belt. Some cheer, some boo. Just as he is about to turn away and leave, suddenly, near the exit, just behind the curtain...is Crauswell. Craus stares at him, his dark plumage making him look like a dark demon, and Voltigeur slowly walks past him and, keeping his head focuses on the dark furry, behind the curtain as well.
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Post by Toom E. Guci on Aug 12, 2007 22:26:35 GMT -5
Danny Ashley and a bloodied Titan stumble into the backstage area where they find Houston standing there, with an angry look on his face.
Houston: I heard the result. So I guess we no longer can team together here in the EW-
Unknown: Oi! You there! Who the bloody hell do you think you are?!
Out of nowhere, three burly men in kilts begin assaulting the decimated members of DCSN. After easily taking care of Titan and Houston, the three of them begin assaulting Danny as a whole. One of them even tea bags the helpless Danny, as the other two hold him down.
After humiliating Danny, the three of them stand over their damages. Their apparent leader bends down to look at Danny, before speaking.
Unknown: Beware the Celts in Kilts! You mess with one of us, you mess with all of us, and you done messed with one of us!
Just then, a more elderly man in full Scottish uniform walks in on the scene, eating some haggis.
Old Man: Oh lord. Jason, you didn't have Kevin tea bag anyone did you?
Jason, their lead, nods.
Old Man: Christ, I never get to have any fun...
The old man takes a big bite of his haggis before the screen fades away.
* We cut back to ringside as dorf suddenly appears from the back, making his way down the aisle. He asks for the microphone.*
Thank you. I appreciate that. Earlier this week, I signed a new contract with EWT. And with this contract, I may not have to wrestle EVER again.
But you see I do intend to wrestle again. I’m not going to deprive you fans of that. But that match will take place when I get my hands on one Mr. Toomi Bischoff. I am sick & tired of how he runs this company into the ground. I am sick & tired of how he throws the blame on other people for his mistakes. And you know what? I owe him. My 1 time…my 1 moment in glory as the EWT Champion. I was his right hand man & what does he do? HE STRIPS ME OF THE CHAMPIONSHIP!!! It wasn’t my fault I missed that flight. Somebody hid my passports.
Thing is…there is a change coming into EWT. A change for the better. A change that starts right here, right now. And it’s funny, you see. I am a part of that change. Lowly, little dorf who has been in the background far to long. You see I am back in the front where I was so long ago. And I have more control then Toomi Bischoff thinks. Ladies & gentlemen, I give to you…Dorfman Enterprises, the newest investor who helped put on this pay per view today.
I have saved up my money for so long. And I have financed my money quite well. After all there’s more to life then wrestling. No, no…there’s outside ventures as well. And if you look at my brand spanking new contract that Toomi didn’t even realize when he sent his people out for me to sign, my lawyers had something else placed in the fine print.
Did you read the fine print Bischoff? Did you? Because my lawyers did. I sure as hell did. And now, the fans will know about it, too. From this day forth Bischoff, you run the company with a partner…a 50-50 share partner.
Ladies & gentlemen, I give you the NEW co-owner of EWT…dorf!!!
* dorf sets the microphone down as he steps out of the ring, graciously shaking hands, kissing the girls on the cheeks, & waving to the crowd as we cut backstage to Toom E Dangerously in his office, a look of anger falls over his face.*
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Post by Toom E. Guci on Aug 12, 2007 22:31:22 GMT -5
(We return to ringside after a short promo video for the main event)
ANNOUNCER: The following contest is a two out of three falls tag team match!
Praeludium in D Minor pumps out of the Toomitron inside the old high school, as the crowd boos loudly, as Big, Bad, and Long walk out, the latter riding atop Big's shoulders per usual, a big annoying sneer on his face as he motivates his boys.
ANNOUNCER: Introducing first, accompanied to the ring by Curly Long, from Bad Axe Michigan and Parts Unknown, at a combined weight of 921 pounds, Big and Bad!
Big looks on with a usual expressionless face, eyes hidden behind his sunglasses, as Bad meanwhile has big twisted grin on his horrid face, the two climbing into the ring, awaiting their opponents, eager to beat them one more time.
JIM ROSS: Hello everyone, I'm here with Jesse Ventura for this upcoming tag match.
JESSE VENTURA: Ross, Big and Bad have this one in the bag, weighing nearly a metric tonne these two will break apart the raftshack.
Eventually, their theme fades out, as Apache pumps out next, the crowd cheering loudly, as suddenly the lights go out, somebody holding up a pair of cheap glow sticks and flashlights, waving them around wildly, as another budget style puff of smoke shows up, emerging from it are Team Raftshack, to more loud cheers.
Announcer: And their opponents, from Foreign Alien Island, at a combined weight a 399 pounds, Zeleke and Faboon... Team Raft Shack!
Raft Shack starts bouncing, literally, atop a pair of those ride on ball things, as Long looks on, very unamused at these antics. The two hop off, booting these rides aside, then start dancing up towards the ring, leaping atop the apron near two turnbuckles, then spinning around and moonwalking to the center, vaulting simentaneously inside.
JESSE: Look at these two clowns, they have a wrestling match to fight and they are acting like fruitcakes.
JR: They may be crazier then a pet coon, but they do have talent in the ring Jesse.
Zeleke hops atop Faboon's shoulders, chuckling loudly at Big and Bad, before hopping off, Faboon nodding in agreement and springing to the top rope, ready to face the two behemoths once again.
The two teams head to their respective corners as the lights have come back on now, eventually deciding on Faboon and Big to start off for their respective teams. The bell sounds and this thing is underway. Faboon starts circling the ring wildly, as Big simply follows him, slowly walking around as well. Faboon signals for a lock up, as Big looks on, raising an eyebrow at the stupidity of this, but deciding to go with it, walking over, only for Faboon to skip behind him, backing up and grinning, signaling for another. Big looks a bit annoyed, but again decides to humor him, as he walks over, reaching out, only for Faboon to once again spin out of the way. Big starts to get annoyed, as Faboon now gives a sincere look, bowing and offering the lock up one final time. Big instead charges, going for a clothesline, only for Faboon to charge and slide under Big's legs, popping up and delivering a few quick kicks to one of them, as Big grunts a bit, turning around and pie facing Faboon, sending him rolling along the mat. Faboon pops up, charging and leaping for a dropkick to the leg, Big sidestepping it, then going for a leg drop, only for Faboon to roll out of the away, kipping up and cackling, as he struts over, tagging Zeleke in the face. The pink haired warrior charges, hitting the seated Big with a Shining Wizard! Big clutches his head slightly, just in time for Faboon to follow with a second one! Big hunches slightly, as Zeleke pops up, delivering a drop kick to the back of the head, this enough to get Big flat. He leaps atop for a cover. 1. Big sends him sailing off in seconds.
JESSE: Your not going to pin Big like that.
Zeleke rolls back to his feet, skipping over and tagging back in Faboon. Faboon charges as Big rises back up, nailing him in the stomach with a Spike style headbutt, Big looking down now, a bit annoyed, as Faboon rises up, Big taking him down immediately with a double axe handle! Faboon goes down, rises back to his feet, as Big pulls him right into a short arm clothesline. He lifts him by the neck, carrying him back over to his corner of the ring and tagging in Bad. Bad stumbles into the ring, as Big holds Faboon still, Bad immediately headbutting him right in the face! Faboon grasps at the area, as Big follows with a throat thrust, Big exitting the ring, Bad grabbing Faboon for a belly to belly. He manages to slip out in mid suplex though, instantly leaping up for a dropkick. Bad simply slaps it away, with a sick grin, Faboon rising back up, right into another headbutt, as he scoops him up, slamming him to the mat, walking back over and tagging out to Big. Big steps over the ropes, dropping an elbow into the chest, going for a cover. 1....2 Faboon kicks out. Big looks a bit uncaring, pulling Faboon back up, lifting him up above his shoulders for an Oklahoma Slam, Faboon however slipping out again, immediately rolling Big up for a school boy pin! 1....2
JR: Has he got him, has he got the first fall here?
Big bursts out of the move easily as Bad watches his face more wrinkled than a prune, as Faboon gets back up, Big charging and tackling him into the turnbuckle, Faboon hunching over, as Big backs up, charging for a splash in the corner, Faboon however springing atop the turnbuckle, leaping right over Big as he comes close, then charging full speed and tagging in Zeleke! The pinked haired one hops in, charging as Big turns around, leaping up and connecting with a dropkick to the face, sending him staggering into the ropes! Zeleke looks on in joy, charging over and hitting him with forearm after forearm to the face, running back off the ropes, then leaping at him for a cross body! Big simply catches him, walking away from the ropes, then dropping him with a Rib Breaker. Zeleke gasps, clutching his chest, as Big walks back over, tagging in Bad. Bad waddles over, as Zeleke rises up, the former delivering a palm slap to the face, sending Zeleke flying back! He rises up, Big coming closer, as Zeleke quickly springboards off the ropes, coming back with a dropkick, nailing Bad in the face! he grunts slightly, clutching at it, as Zeleke tags in Faboon again, nodding, then charging again, hitting Bad with a dropkick to the leg, as Faboon ascends the top, following up and leaping off with a Missile Dropkick! Bad staggers back in surprise, teetering a bit, as Raft Shakc then both leap up, hitting a dropkick to each leg, bringing the human ton to his knees!
JR: Working the legs of the big man, smart strategy.
JESSE: Who'd have thought you'd be calling these two smart, Ross.
The crowd cheers as they hop up, hitting him with another series of simentaneous forearms, trying to bring the massive man down, only for Bad to eventually shove them both off. He rises back to his feet slowly, Zeleke dropping down on all fours, as Faboon charges, leaping off his back, for a front dropkick, Bad catching the incoming opponent, them pulling him right into a spinebuster! Faboon gasps in pain, as Zeleke heads back out of the ring for now. Bad meanwhile makes a cover. 1....2..... Faboon kicks out.
He gurgles in joy, as he pulls Faboon back to his feet, grabbing him over again to tag in Big. He holds him still, as Big delivers a stiff kick to the gut, walking over and delivering some nasty clubs to the back, Faboon clutching further at the area, as Big pulls him up, for a Backbreaker. Faboon quickly tries to elbow his way out, dropping down behind again, then looking for a Russian Leg Sweep! Big quickly counters with a nasty elbow to the face, sending Faboon stumbling back, walking over and scooping him up, lifting him above his head, then walking over and dropping Faboon face first into the ropes, sending him springing back. Big walks back over, tagging back in Bad, who returns to the ring, waddling back over to the arisen Faboon, aiming a headbutt at his face, Faboon quickly handspringing back, crab walking away over to tag in Zeleke. Zeleke walks in, looking on in a bit of caution at the massive mound of blubber before him. Bad comes closer, as Zeleke charges full speed, sliding right under Bad, who sees it coming, dropping down and sitting atop Zeleke's back, who yelps out in pain, Bad rising up again, pulling Zeleke with him, grabbing him and pulling him close, looking for and applying the Bayanhongor Fracture Clasp!
JR: He's caught him!
JESSE: This is it Ross, first fall to the Big Bad men in just a few seconds.
Zeleke looks on in shock, wriggling in pain, as Bad grins, squeezing as tight and hard as he can, as he attempts to break poor Zeleke in half. The crazy young man continues to try and escape the move, but it seems to no avail, as he looks ready to give in any moment. Faboon desperately charges into the ring, leaping at and hitting Bad in the side of the head with an Enziguri!
JESSE: Hey referee DQ Faboon, blatant interference!
The crowd pops as Bad grunts slightly, loosening his grip enough for Zeleke to slip free, as Big looks over annoyed, stepping into the ring and charging Faboon, taking him out over the top with a clothesline, sending him crashing hard to the outside! The crowd grimaces as Big walks back to the ring apron, as Zeleke has meanwhile risen back up, clutching at his back in massive pain, as Bad looks over, charging full speed, well as full speed as he can go, Zeleke however countering and hitting a sit out Jawbreaker, stunning Bad! he rises back up, aiming some high kicks right at Bad's face, to staggers slightly back, as he leaps up for a jumping neckbreaker, Bad however shoves him off, clutching his jaw slightly. Zeleke rolls back to his feet, as Bad keeps advancing, charging again, Zeleke however amazing leaping over the top rope onto the apron, then just as Bad comes close, grabbing and dropping down, delivering a rope assisted Jaw Breaker, as Bad stumbles back again, Zeleke leaping up again, springboarding off the top rope, hitting a spinning wheel kick right to Bad's face! Bad stumbles back again, as Zeleke clutches the back, charging over and leaping atop the turnbuckle, leaping for a second Wheel Kick, Bad getting hit again, landing flat on his back with a massive thud! The crowd cheers as Zeleke leaps atop for the cover. 1....2
NO! Bad bounces Zeleke off his belly, looking a bit surprised at this nut's determination. Zeleke starts hitting some desperate kicks, aiming right at Bad's face, hitting a few, then one of them being caught, as Bad simply pushes Zeleke back onto his back, rising up and tagging back out to Big. Faboon has meanwhile made his way back to the apron during this. Zeleke rises slowly as Big enters the ring. he walks over, grabbing Zeleke by a leg now, delivering some kicks to it, then spinning him around, lifting him up high, then slamming him down hard for a knee smash! Zeleke gasps in pain, as Big pulls him up by it again, delivering another high one. He drags Zeleke over, tagging back to Bad. Bad walks over, standing over that leg, then dropping down, sitting atop it, as Zeleke grimaces in pain, pulling it close and clutching at the area. Bad walks over, yanking Zeleke up for a Shin Breaker. Zeleke however counters, manuevering into a hitting a mid air bulldog, dropping Bad again to the mat. He cringes, crawling over towards the ring apron, Bad however lunging out and grabbing him by the leg, simply yanking him back over. He looks on with glee, eventually pulling Zeleke to the apron, grabbing his leg, then slamming it into the area! Zeleke yelps in pain, Bad walking over and grabbing a steel chair now, raising it high, then SMASHING it right into Zeleke's leg!
JR: Bawhh Gawwd that kids got a family, Jesse!
That's enough for the referee to call for the bell.
ANNOUNCER: Ladies and gentlemen, your winner of the first fall, by disqualification, Team Raft Shack!
Bad doesn't seem to care, though Long looks a bit annoyed that Bad just gave their opponent's the lead. Zeleke is meanwhile whincing in pain, rolling back into the ring, trying to crawl over to tag back out. Bad doesn't allow that of course, as he drops the chair, following after and grabbing Zeleke by the leg, yanking him by it back over to his corner of the ring, tagging out to Big. He holds the leg of Zeleke, as Big nods, walking over and yanking the much smaller man up by the throat, driving a knee into his chest, then hoisting him up high, dropping him unceremoniously with the HFD.
JESSE: Looks like the balance in this match is restored , Ross.
Zeleke crumples to the mat, as Big simply places a foot over him for a cover. 1.....2.....
3.
Announcer: Here is your winner of the second fall.... Big and Bad!
Curly cheers his team on and points at Zeleke, Big nods, then waits a moment, before placing the foot back atop, intent on ending this quickly. 1....2.....
NO!
Zeleke gets the shoulder up. Big looks a little surprised, but doesn't seem to care, as he yanks Zeleke up again, grabbing him by the leg, driving a few elbows into it, as Zeleke cringes further. He nods, reaching over and tagging out to Bad again, keeping the leg held. Bad simply walks over, leaning down and biting into the area, as Zeleke goes wide eyed, yelping louder in pain. Big looks a bit annoyed, as the referee pulls Bad off quickly, who turns around, with a look of anger. Zeleke meanwhile starts crawling once again towards the ring apron, Bad turning around and noticing this, walking over and stomping across the leg of Zeleke again, as he yelps in pain, stopping in his tracks. Bad then reaches down, grabbing that same leg and hoisting it over his shoulder, applying the Stretch Muffler.
JR: A surprising knowledge of technical wrestling being shown by this ugly human being, Jesse.
JESSE: If he hears you call him ugly Ross, I'm not helping you.
Zeleke starts wriggling desperately, attempting to resist tapping out to this hold, as Bad continues to hold on with glee. The young man continues to hold on, enduring the surely excruciating pain, as he starts kicking his legs, eventually catching Bad with one, loosening his hold slightly, desperately wrapping those legs around his throat, then pulling a Spinning Leg takeover, somehow managing to the bring the mammoth down! He yelps loudly, desperately scrambling towards his corner of the ring, as Faboon looks on in pity, reaching out and looking for the tag. Bad rises up again, charging over and delivering a second stomp to the leg, as Zeleke groans, looking on in agony. Bad reaches down, yanking Zeleke all the way back to his corner of the ring, as the crowd boos. He tags out to Big once again, who returns to the ring, yanking Zeleke up by the throat again, looking for a second HFD. Zeleke however grabs him by the skull, then begins repeatedly headbutting the hell out of him, eventually busting himself open in the process, delivering a rapid fire series of TEN, as Big staggers back, clutching his forehead, Zeleke running over on his already bad leg and leaping as far as he can, tagging in Faboon!
JR: He made the tag! He made the tag!
Big staggers forward, as Faboon charges full speed, catching him as he comes with a dropkick to the leg again, Big again on a knee, the white haired goon then dropping down and hitting a leg sweep, taking him off his feet! Mr. Bad begins biting the ring ropes in frustration from what he is seeing. Big looks on in surprise as Faboon leaps up, grabbing that leg and with all his might, yanking up, then back down as hard as he can, Big grimacing slightly, Faboon then snapping off a flipping leg drop, driving the leg right into the same area! He then charges over, leaping at and hitting Bad with a flying forearm, sending him off the apron! Faboon pops back up, charging as Big pushes off the ground, following with a double legdrop across Big's neck! As mr. Bad on the outside gets back up a look of murderous intent on his face Faboon looks on with joy, as he charges full speed, springing atop the turnbuckle, waiting for Big to rise again, then leaping off with a Mushroom stomp, then leaping off his back again, taking Big right into a hurracanrana! The crowd goes nuts at this move, as Faboon kips up again, catching a Dazed Big with a Downward Spiral, planting him face first into the mat. He groans, as Faboon charges again, catching Bad before he can return with a baseball slide to the face!
JR: Raftshack in control Jesse, they could do it and get there victory over Big and Bad!
He pops back outside the apron, running over and springboarding once again catching the rising Big with a Blockbuster, landing on his feet and looking absolutely pumped. He walks over and tags in Zeleke, who enters, grasping slightly at that leg still, Faboon then grabbing and launching him for a Monkey Flip at Big, Zeleke clinching on and dropping him down for a Stomach Blower, driving some air out of the big man. Long looks on in total shock at all this adrenaline, as Zeleke rises up, hopping over and leaping atop Big for the cover. 1.....2.....
NO! Big powers out again, though definitely starting to feel some effects. Bad is also watching on the outside and seems to have found a claw hammer, but it doesn't matter, as Faboon charges him, leaping over the ropes with a Somersault Plancha, managing to take Bad down! Curly looks on in shock as both his behemoths are being taken out! Big meanwhile rises up, right into a dropkick to the face from Zeleke! He groans, dropping back flat, as the pink haired wonder grimaces further, calling Faboon in, who nods, entering, as the two together somehow manage to prop him headfirst under the ropes, then running off, coming back to DIAL THAT PHONE! Big however slips out quickly, sensing it, as he rises back up. Raft Shack however stops themselves on the apron, springing off the top rope and hitting a simentaneous dropkick to Big's face, sending him toppling over! They look in shock, both men getting pumped, as they wait for Big to rise to his feet, both of them whipping him over to a turnbuckle, Faboon charging after full speed, hitting a Moonsault Kick, landing on his feet, as they both whip him off to the other side, Zeleke running after and hitting a Stinger Splash, Big stumbling out of the corner, looking a bit annoyed, as they both whip him off the ropes again, leaping up for a double scissors kick, only for Big to avoid it, then take down both men with a double clothesline! He's looking quite pissed now at how close these guys have come to beating him. Both men slowly rise up, as Big hoists Zeleke up, pulling him right into a Ganzo Bomb. Faboon however quickly counters, snapping off a Dropsault, hitting Big right in the face! Zeleke drops back down, catching Big with a Sit Out Jawbreaker, as Faboon runs up from behind, leaping up and hitting a Diamond Cutter, managing to take the dazed Big down again. Faboon then positions himself, as Zeleke runs off, leapfrogging over and hitting him with a splash, covering once again. 1....2....
JESSE: I don't belive it Ross, these two men are taking it to them.
JR: Pure guts and determination Jesse.
Bad breaks it up. He pulls Zeleke up to his feet, Faboon desperately hitting him with some swift kicks to the face, Bad simply driving him off with a vicious throat thrust, sending the young man sailing. He aims another at Zeleke, who catches it, leaping up for a Jumping Armbreaker! Bad however pushes him off, as Big rises back to his feet, groaning slightly. He looks in anger, charging and taking Faboon over the top with a huge big boot, sending him down to the outside. Big and Bad then turn their attention on Zeleke, walking over and pulling him by the throat, for a double chokeslam. They hoist him high, Zeleke however somehow countering, swinging around and snapping off a two man Dizzy Spinneroo Driver!
JR: What a counter! Bawwh Gawwd what a counter!
Big and Bad go down hard, as Zeleke looks on in shock, Faboon stumbling back into the ring. He looks at Bad, charging full speed and nailing him with a nasty kick right in the skull, sending him gurgling and rolling out of the ring. Big meanwhile gets back to his feet, as Raft Shack grin wide, positioning themselves, then hitting Big with the Halt Grinder!
(The crowd roars with approval for Raftshack)
Back on the outisde Mr. Bad is getting back up a glazed look across his eyes as he watches Raftshack nail big with the Halt Grinder, Bad spits some blood to the floor in disgust. In the ring Big gasps in pain, taken back down to the mat, as Zeleke and Faboon desperately clinch onto a leg and lock in the Chinese Taxi, applying the double ankle lock. Big yelps in pain, quickly crawling towards the bottom rope, almost there, lunging out... only for Mr. Bad to pull it out of his reach! Big looks on in shock, as Bad looks with a sick stern look, seemingly disappointed in the big man. Eventually Big can't take it anymore, as both Raft Shackian's slap on the grape vine, Big angrily tapping out in pain.
The crowd explodes in cheers, Team Raft Shack has somehow... someway... defeated Big and Bad!
Announcer: The winner of the third fall... and the match, Team Raft Shack!
Curly Long absolutely blows a gasket, angrily kicking the barricade, as Big rubs his eyes, wondering if this is a dream. Faboon meanwhile hops to his feet in triumph, as Zeleke struggles to his own, hopping up and down on leg in joy.
JR: Raftshack have won this tremendous match, but Jesse what was Mr. Bad thinking?
Raftshack high five each other, then walk and hop out of the ring respectively, heading to the back to celebrate this absolutely monumental victory.
Meanwhile...
In the ring Mr. Bad his mouth still bleeding from that kick has climbed the steps and is now standing over Mr. Big. Curly Long is also in the ring and has found a microphone.
CURLY LONG: You obese wrecking ball! What the hell are you doing!
Curly starts shouting profanities at Mr. Bad for what he's done and starts poking him in the belly with the microphone. Mr. Bad's crazed eyes set like two grand canyons in his face look down at the midget. In one surprisingly swift move Mr. Bad grabs Curly Long by the head with both hands. Curly Long is terrified as his little legs wave frantically, but to no avail as Mr. Bad bites his skull.
JR: Bawhh Gawwd would someone get out here and stop this madman!
JESSE: Looks like Bad has had enough of his weak team mates Ross.
Mr. Bad now holding a busted open Curly hurls the self-declared midget king over the top rope to the outside like a basketball. Curly Long lands awkwardly on the floor.
(The crowd begins to boo)
Mr. Bad rubs the blood on his hands across his face as he walks out of the ring and finds a board of nails which he throws into the ring. He also grabs a chair and as he walks past Curly Long who is bleeding profusly and clutching his back, Mr. Bad swings the chair annihilating Curly with a shot to the face.
ROSS: Dammit, stop this carnage!
Curly Long slumps to the ground now an unmoving bloody mess. Back in the ring Mr. Big is slowly getting to his feet as Mr. Bad returns to the squared circle.
(A Chant of 'Big' can be heard)
Mr. Big is back up and looks across to see the deranged grotesque Mr. Bad chair in hand blood across his face. Mr. Big looks outside to see Curly Long out of it and in need of medical care. Mr. Big turns back seething with anger. Mr. Big charges forward but the match has left him weak and Mr. Bad easily cracks the chair across his head. Mr. Big drops to his knees from the shot his face now busted open. Mr. Bad laughs as he strikes again and again with the chair, until the seats only use could be for scrap metal.
JESSE: This guy has lost it Ross, we thought he was dangerous before, but he's gone off the deep end tonight!
Mr. Bad throws the chair away and picks up the board of nails which he places in the centre of the ring. Mr. Bad then grabs Mr. Big and drags him to the board.
JR: No! Dammit don't do it!!
Mr. Bad a sadistic glee across his wrinkled face lifts Mr. Big over his shoulder and then powerslams him into the board of nails. Mr. Big screams out in pain. Before he can roll off Mr. Bad follows up with a giant splash. Bad's enormous bulk and flab crushing Mr. Big into the nails further.
JR: BAWWHH GAWWD, Would someone get of the asses back there and remove this man from the arena!
(The crowd is sickened and mercilessly boos the rotten walking tub of blubber)
Mr. Bad gets up licks his lips and leaves the ring slowly. In the ring Mr. Big rolls off the nails as EMT's rush to the ring, Big's back a punctured mess. As the doctors and medics attend to Curly Long and Mr. Big we see Mr. Bad standing at the top of the rampway like some grotesque gargoyle gurgling his hideous laugh.
JESSE: This man is a pure sadistic evil Ross, look at that face, look at those sunken eyes. He enjoyed that, he wanted the gore and pain.
JR: He's a monster, Jesse. No normal person would do what he has done. I fear for the rest of the locker room with this man running wild!
Mr. Bad walks backstage leaving the audience stunned by what he has done tonight!
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Post by Toom E. Guci on Aug 12, 2007 22:31:50 GMT -5
“The following is the second round of the Girl Next Door Title Revival Tournament...”
When I was darkness at that time fueteru kuchibiru Heya no katasumi de I cry Mogakeba mogaku hodo tsukisasaru kono kizu Yaburareta yakusoku hurt me
Nobody can save me Kamisama hitotsu dake Tomete saku you na my love
From out of the north side of the ring, comes BR Juri Sadamoto wearing the dress she is bound to wear by one Cassinova. She is all smiles as she points up in the center of the north side crowd, who point up with her.
Sum Guy: SHE'S HOT!
Craig DeGeorge: But Jesse, one look at her face and it's clear.
Seemingly no one could bring her down from this high. She's had a hard time these past few months with Cass but finally she will get to settle this friendly feud with Synthy.
Sum Guy: Who's Jesse?
Craig DeGeorge: DAMN RIGHT SHE'S HOT!
Sum Guy: ....What?
I need your love I'm a broken rose Machi no kanashimi your song Ibasho nai kodoku na my life
“Making her way to the ring... Weighing in at 142 lbs... Now residing in Osaka, Japan... She is the Broken Rose of EWT... BR JURI SADAMOTO!”
She continues down the pathway and hops over the barricade. She walks up to the ring and rolls in. Juri cracks her neck back and forth as she waits for her good friend and, at the same time, greatest rival to enter. The audience is busy with cheering on Juri- until the lights dim to purple and the opening lines to Otep's 'Ghostflowers' begin.
"Weighing in at 144 pounds, standing in at 5'7, and hailing from Indianapolis, Indiana...Synthy! Eris!
And she's a killer She's a keeper
Am I blurry In your vision? Was I just A poor decision? Cut me open With precision And we'll finger The incision Tell me, what have I done? Quid pro quo
What have I done ....to watch you lose.....CONTROL!?
The lights flicker in time to the guitar riff and out steps Juri's friend and opponent. Immediately, alternating chants for Juri and Synth begin.
Craig DeGeorge: And the match is underway, King!
Sum Guy: Who?
Craig DeGeorge: What what?
Synthy Eris stops at the top of the ramp, arms outspread and a smile on her face. She's wearing a shirt that Juri smiles at- for it's the "Keep on Carin'" shirt she'd gotten such a kick out of, only cut off around the middle of Synthy's stomach. As usual for her PPV attire, Syn's pants aren't her worn black jeans, replacing them is a pair of loose vinyl pants, one pant leg completely red, the other black, and the connecting waistband black-and-red checkered.
Sum Guy: Quite the statement, no?
Craig DeGeorge: Who who?
Sum Guy: I'm confused!
Synthy struts herself down the walkway, her grin matching Juri's, and sunglasses shining. She grabs the top rope with one hand, and launches herself over. She tosses her glasses to the outside, and gives a cocky, playful wave to Juri. She rolls her wrists around and waits patiently for the match to begin.
Craig DeGeorge: And the match is underway, JR!
Sum Guy: Bah....gawd....keng?
The bell rings as the two women begin one of the most emotional fights of their respective careers. They lock up, but Synthy gets the early advantage by releasing one of Juri's arms and snapping behind her, and Synth quickly latches on a lifting chickenwing. The audience ogles at the strength Syn's using, but soon enough, Juri scrambles outward and rolls herself away from Synthy. Synthy stretches her arms out as she eyes Juri in the opposite side. The cheers are rampant for both of them. They lock up again, and Juri gets the better of this by knocking down Synthy with an armdrag, followed up by Synthy hitting a dropkick, both women standing and a clotheline by Juri. Syn's knocked on her ass, and Juri hits her early on with the Broken Stem Driver # 1! She hooks Syn's leg.
Craig DeGeorge: Stem Driver Broken UNO! THIS COULD BE IT!
Sum Guy: This early?
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2- the audience misses whether Synthy kicked out or Juri let go of the pin. They are far too distracted by the blonde prettyboy making his way down the ramp- but neither Syn nor Juri see him, as they're far too entangled in their match. Juri, unsuccessful in pinning Miss Eris for the three, stalks her downed opponent and reaches down to back to her feet. But Synthy surprises her out of nowhere with a small package! ..One..two..nope, a kickout! Synthy still looks a bit dazed as she tries to return to her feet, Juri remaining on the attack as she once again reaches for her opponent. This time Syn snags a hold of the fabric at her waist, tugging forward, sending Juri through the middle rope. Juri has the place of mind to not fall out of the ring, but only onto the apron. As Juri returns to her feet, Synthy spring boards off the middle rope and catches her opponent with a drop kick that knocks her off the apron and onto the ring barricade. With her friendly foe hurting, Synthy climbs onto the top rope and focuses her eyes. She leaps downwards with a Swanton Bomb attempt! Juri narrowly dives out of the way Synthy makes a very painful landing on the outside.
Craig DeGeorge: I can beat she won't be doing any sheep herding for a few weeks after that.
The crowd winces at the sight..
Sum Guy: Eh, I've felt worse.
Juri doesn't take any pleasure in watching her friend in agony but she knows she has a match to win. She drags the limp Synthy back into the ring and goes for a pin. ..ONE..TWO..not enough! Juri pushes her opponent up and shoves her into a corner. The Broken Rose uses an array of stiff chops that draw some "WOO'S!" from the packed house. She then uses The Rose White, a moonsault kick that drops Synthy onto her knee's. Synthy is hit with a chop to the chest and then quickly a chop to the neck. She goes to chop the head but Synthy ducks her head to avoid it. She dives forward, ramming Juri in the stomach with her shoulder, surprising her and knocking some wind out of the red head. Synthy climbs to her feet and throws Juri into the ropes. Juri rebounds and Synthy uses one of her patented tilt-a-whirl-back breakers.....except Juri manages to land upon her feet. The next move Synthy uses does not miss it's mark and Juri crumbles to the mat after being struck by a very loud enziguri. Both the women are trying to regain their breath on the mat. The pumped small crowd cheers on both of them, while keeping a weary eye on Cassinova, as he's kept an incredibly low profile up to this point, sitting in one of the front rows of people.
Craig DeGeorge: I wonder why that handsome devil with the sweet ass is up to now!
Sum Guy: Synthy does a nice backyard doesn't she?
Craig DeGeorge: ...Cass goes by Synthy now?
The two women have stumbled back on their feet and eye each other to a very rowdy audience. Synthy bounces off the ropes toward Juri, who flattens down and tries to kick Synthy as she's running back, but Synthy leaps over her, and Juri stands in time for Syn to grab her arm and whip lash her into the ropes, but it backfires against Synthy when the Broken Rose retaliates with a springboard spinning elbow! It catches Syn right below her left eye, and when Syn looks up next, blood drips rather quickly from the cut. The cut slowly begins to swell as Juri presses on onward, sensing that she has an opening against her good friend. She locks up, getting the upper hand on the recovering Miss Eris. Juri goes for a Suplex! But Synthy blocks it! Juri attempts it again, but it's blocked again! Synthy goes for a Suplex! But is kneed in the head as Juri is lifted into the air. BR drops back down in front of Synthy and they lock up again. Again using the opening gained by another shot to Synthy's head, Juri gains the upper hand. Pushing Synthy against the turnbuckle for the second time in the match, she rears back for a chop. But Synthy ducks around her and runs behind her!
Sum Guy: Hey, peanut guy! I want.... HEY COME BACK!
Craig DeGeorge: OH THIS COULD BE A TIME FOR A MOVE TO BE DONE!
Taking a few steps back, Synthy primes herself and pulls the trigger at the turning Juri. She connects with a Cactus Clothesline that sends Juri over the top rope. As she goes over Juri grabs the top rope and is able to prevent herself from hitting the hard, unforgiving mat. Pulling back, Synthy is surprised to see Juri perched on the apron. She rushes forth to finish the job. Shoulder meets gut, with the Diva killer losing this exchange. She holds her gut as she backs away. Sensing yet another huge opening, Juri points up into the air from the apron.*
Craig DeGeorge: COULD SHE BE GOING FOR A SPRINGBOARD TIMFA, GORILLA?
Sum Guy: I want my peanuts!
Juri waits until the perfect moment. Sensing that it's time to put this contest to an end, she pulls herself up to jump on the ropes.... BUT JUST AS SHE MAKES IT ON THE ROPES SYNTHY DROPKICKS HER! Losing her footing, Juri tumbles backwards. In mid fall, she twists to face the ground perhaps to try to shield herself. But it does little good... For her head slams viciously right into the corner of the steel steps.
SLAM!!!
"OOOOOOOOOHHHH!"
Craig DeGeorge: Smart strategy by Juri there.
Sum Guy: What?
Craig DeGeorge: By using the steel steps, she has weaken her opponent.
Sum Guy: But Juri's the one who hit the steps!
Craig DeGeorge: ...That's not Keiko O'Tootle?
The referee pushes Synthy, who's face briefly shows signs of concern, back as Juri lies motionless and face down on the ground outside. After a bit of delay, he leans out though the middle rope. He tries to vocally to check on her. No answer. Begrudgingly he begins to count her out. Halfway through the count the fiery Joshi begins to stir. Using the stairs, she forces herself up revealing a sickening view. Just above her right brow resides a disturbingly huge knot. And in the center of it a deep cut, from which blood is free flowing out of as if it were a waterfall. Loud gasping fills the arena. As the referee is about to count her out, Synthy interrupts the count by exiting the ring. Concern for her good friend overwhelms her warrior spirit. Synthy walks over to Juri, who is on her knees trying to make it back into the ring.
Craig DeGeorge: This could be important.
Sum Guy: What?
Craig DeGeorge: This.
Sum Guy: No wonder nobody knows who you are.
Synthy places her hands on Juri's shoulders, perhaps to help her back into the ring. But she's met with a chop to the face. She snaps her head back, indignant at her bloodied friend who stares back at her. A look of angered and disgraced warrior. They get ready to go full force with strikes at each other. Yet both the perspective GND champions appear shocked as the referee reaches a count of “9”. Quickly, they both roll back into the ring to cheers.
Craig DeGeorge: CLOSE CALL THERE!
Sum Guy: I'd say.
Seemingly taking a small break, they both chuckle at each other.
Juri: You look terrible, right now.
Synthy: At least I can see out of my right eye, Chica.
With great effort, Juri pulls herself up to a very unsteady standing position. While Synthy just jumps to her feet. It's clear at this point, Juri should not be wrestling but her code of honor will not allow her to give up. She bats away the referee who tries to check on her to get a quick kick at Synthy. But it completely misses the mark without Synthy having to dodge. This failed kick completely leaves Juri defenseless. Perhaps out of mercy, Synthy kicks Juri in the gut and sets her up for some very Synful Intentions. Yet Juri wiggles out of it. She lands behind Synthy then turns quickly to face her friend's back. Juri's landed her Broken Stem Driver #96! Synthy has become a mere puddle of fuschia and bones. Juri leans down for a minute, regaining her breath and ridding her face of the sweat and blood that clouds her vision. With a glance at her twitching friend, she points upward and climbs a turnbuckle.
Craig DeGeorge: This could be it! Tiffany is going for the JURMAMA!
Sum Guy: Are we watching the same match?
The crowd goes nuts! Juri poises herself ready to end this match, finally. As the referee goes to check on Synthy and the cut on her face. The viper decides to strike at this opportune moment. Everyone had been wondering what Cassinova was doing out here, and just as Juri was ready to hit her perfected technique, the pretty boy reaches upward places both hands on Juri's ass. Pushing with all of his strength Juri is prematurely launched forward. The crowd yells in dismay and anger as the flame-haired Joshi spirals down to earth. She lands with a sick thud as, going limp on impact. Cassinova slinks out of sight, rather like a weasel.
Sum Guy: I GOT MY PEANUTS! ...ew, they're stale.
Craig DeGeorge: GAH BAWD! HOW EVIL OF THAT ONE CASS!
Sum Guy: Lucky bastard. I WANTED TO TOUCH JURI THERE!
The referee sees the two women downed and begins his count.
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4 *The crowd begins to get antsy* 5
6 *Cheers for both of the absolutely exhausted women begin to get louder.*
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8 *The crowd is seriously yelling for both women to get back on their feet!
9
Synthy manges to drag herself to her feet before the ten count! Judging from her eyes, she's in nowheresville. She wipes blood from her mouth, similar to her experience at CAM, and spots the downed Joshi. She's stumbles toward her, and falls on her knees. She musters up some last reserve bit of energy before climbing back to her feet and picking up her friend- a brief flash of a smile shows bloodied teeth- and bringing her flat out with a Synful Intentions. Time seems to slow down as Synthy, completely dumb as to what had happened goes in for the pin.
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3!!
Synthy collapses next to her friend.
"As the winner of this round of the Girl Next Door's Title Rebirth Tournament, Synthy ERIS is continuing into the Finals!"
A minute passes as Syn's music plays. She sits on her knees, trying to get Juri Sadamoto to stand. As both of the combatants rise, Synthy's dazed triumphant look stops and melts away.
Craig DeGeorge: I think she realizes it! And this is going to haunt her while she goes herding sheep.
Sum Guy: Synthy herds sheep?
Somehow Syn's eyes are icy and flaming at the same time when they land upon Cassinova. Her grip around the shoulders of her friend are tightened. Juri doesn't see Cassinova's grin, as her eyes are covered with blood again. A mouthed “No.... NO YOU smurfING DIDN'T!" by Synthy as the bane of her existence blows a kiss at her friend. It is all clear now, Cass has once again stopped a possible classic to get closer to the apple of his eye, one Juri Sadamoto. The tension in Synthy's face grows in such a magnitude that a vein in her eyeball pops. The sheer ferocity of Synthy's stare could be defined as truly frightening. Her now completely blod-red eyeball stares into Cassinova with such hatred, that even he takes a moment to step back.
But not before blowing another kiss at Juri. With that he begins to walk away- but Syn whispers something to Juri.; -I'm sorry- and her bares her teeth. She jumps out of the ring, all weariness momentarily forgotten as she begins to walk after Cass. He turns, looks over his shoulder. A few seconds pass- and Cassinova takes off with a pissed-off bloodied Diva Killer hot on his heels.
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Post by Toom E. Guci on Aug 12, 2007 22:33:32 GMT -5
“The following is the Last Man Standing Match with rules of Old School still in place.”
* “Otherword” begins as a few members of the audience rise to their feet. *
*Cheers are heard as the curtain at the entry way moves slightly. But then a sizable pop is heard as the Darkness in the Light, the only man to face the monster Ferhago Crow and survive... Mysth! He stands at the entrance way with a confident smile. Staring out into the crowd, receiving a very welcome. He spreads his arms while the bass of his theme flows through him. He throws his head back before stepping out to the ring. Along the way, he slaps the out stretched hands of a few audience members. Upon reaching the ring, he bows his head. He eyes the ring, perhaps staring into his future. He then leaps up to the ring like he normal does. Yet he stops to look back and forth at the crowd members.*
“Making his way to the ring... From Strasbourg, France... Weighing in at 218 lbs... A Darkness In The Light.... MYSTH!”
Mysth flashes a shiny grin as he pulls himself up to the top rope to walk upon it like Crow would. As he reaches the first turnbuckle, the lights go out.*
Sum Guy: The high school forgot to pay the bill!
Craig DeGeorge: Ka-caw.
Sum Guy: THERE'S A MAGPIE HERE!
“Yo...ho.....Yo........ho......”
*As the lights rise again, Crow stands in the center of the ring without his coat or tricorn. He stares up at his opponent. The Darkness in the Light stares down his opponent as he stands perched on the top rope. The referee, seeing that the action will be hard and swift, quickly calls for the bell as Mysth goes for a Diving Clothesline at Crow. But Crow connects with a vicious Dropkick that connects Mysth right in the chest. Mysth lands on his back at an odd angle but he rolls with it, something very much like what Crow would do, and ends on his knees. The ghostly pirate glares at his opponent as he quickly walks toward him. Only to be thrown against the turnbuckle with a Headscissors Takedown. Mysth pops back up then turns to face his rising opponent against the turnbuckle. He charges forth and slams Crow hard with a Clothesline just as Crow rises. And then connects with an European Uppercut. Elbow smash. And then a Dropkick. The smaller, Frenchmen smirks at Crow and gives him his own double cut throat taunt. Crow's head drops forth as his body goes with him, falling in front of Mysth. But in mid-fall, he contorts his body and cracks Mysth against the temple with Lafitte's Pride.*
Sum Guy: OWWIE!
Craig DeGeorge: You think that was on purpose?
Sum Guy: Who?
*Unable to prepare for the surprise attack, Mysth crumbles down to the ground. Ferhago, while on the ground, turns at the announce table and suddenly the mikes for both Sum and Craig cut out. The immortal Crow stands up then leaps on Mysth, landing a Seated Senton on his chest. Mysth gasp for air as the impact and the weight is restricting his air passage. Not satisfied with Mysth still being able to breathe, Crow clamps on both hands around Mysth's neck. The intent is obvious. Crow wants to squeeze the life out of Mysth with his own bare hands. The referee calls for a five count but at four it's clear that Ferhago is not breaking the hold. He pulls away at the hands and after this unsuccessful, he tries to push Crow off of the body of Mysth. He succeeds but not in the way that he wanted as the pirate glares at him. The referee rushes out of the ring as Crow chases after him. One man's nightmare is another's godsend as Mysth can finally fill his lungs with precious air. As Crow stalks the referee out of the ring, Mysth pulls himself up.*
*The specter, done with the referee for now, turns this attention back to the one man he just can't put away. And immediately is hit with an Enzuigiri, the sound of which echoes in the gym. But Crow is still standing! The audience gasps in shock and as Mysth stands he is horrified to see Crow's no sell. He has little time to reaction before he is throttled by throat yet again. With Crow's other free hand, he grabs Mysth's left abdomen and lifts Mysth up into the air. Ferhago, with Lowe's Fancy in mind, prepares for the finishing dropkick. BUT OUT OF NOWHERE AS MYSTH FALLS, HE HITS A HURRICANRANA THAT CAUSES CROW TO ROLL OUT OF THE RING AND CRASH DOWN HARD ON GROUND. The crowd explodes at the amazing feat. The referee begins the first ten count of the match.*
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4- NO!
*Crow makes it to his feet in a seemingly robotic way, his cold Oceanic eyes boring a hole through his opponent. He goes to roll in, only to be knocked back to the ground with a Baseball Slide. Ferhago quickly rises, looking bewildered at the actions of Mysth. He goes to enter again and is hit this time with a Dropkick through the ropes. The pirate falls back to a seated position but quickly makes it back to his feet. Some crowd members dare to laugh to at the failure of Ferhago to enter the ring. He turns to glare at them while Mysth lands yet another Dropkick through the ropes that strikes Crow in the back of the head. He stumbles forward slightly. A furious look covers his face as he snaps back toward the ring, eying Mysth coldly. Crow slinks toward the ring to enter for another attempt. And Mysth again goes for a Dropkick. But he's caught and viciously is pulled out of the ring causing his person to come crashing down against the floor. Before the referee could ever get a one count on Mysth, Crow lifts him up on his shoulder. He carries Mysth to the corner of the ring then halts. Ferhago backs up then sprints forth toward the ring post. Halfway there, he stops and throws Mysth towards it with all his might.*
“KINK!” *The sound of bone & flesh colliding against metal.*
*The audience gasps in terror as Mysth is uncomfortably still. Seemingly satisfied, Crow rolls back into the ring and casts a victorious sneer down at Mysth. The referee, seeing this as a good time to begin the ten count for Mysth.*
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9- NO! Mysth surprisingly makes it back to his feet.
*Crow's sneer disappears as the crowd favorite is back on his feet. The referee motions for Crow to stand back to allow Mysth to re-enter. But the pirate ignores him completely. Just as Mysth slowly pulls himself up on the apron, Crow slams his head against the turnbuckle. And again. And again. And again. The Darkness In The Light slumps against the turnbuckle on the apron, seemingly out of it. While Crow slowly walks over to the opposite turnbuckle as climbs it with no doubt evil thoughts in mind. Nimbly leaping up to the top rope, Crow balances himself and preps for something big in mind. He runs across the top rope with the grace of a cat and at the last second does a Front Flip Splash against Mysth... Completing his Kidd's Antigua. But wait! Mysth caught him in midair! Pushing back against the turnbuckle with all his might, Mysth leans forward still holding Crow... MYSTH POWERBOMBS CROW FROM THE APRON TO THE GROUND BELOW! The crowd pops huge as the crumble form of the monster is motionless on the ground. From the apron, Mysth rolls back in as the referee begins the ten count for Crow.*
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10- NO! CROW IS BACK TO HIS FEET!
*The exhausted Mysth stares in disbelief at the sheer awesomeness that is the immortal Ferhago Crow. Just as he readies himself for another round, Crow is back on him with a hard right that rocks him hard. Grasping Mysth by the throat again, Crow stares coldly into his eyes. But Mysth slams him with a hard right of his own! Crow's grasp loosens and Mysth slams his hand against Crow's. Quickly, he grabs the sash of Crow's and lifts with all his might yet again. MYSTERIOUS WAYS! CROW'S DOWN AGAIN! Mysth crashes down beside him, also down as the referee begins a ten count for both of them!
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*Crow makes it up to his feet again! He pulls Mysth back to his feet and locks him a in Suplex position. He effortlessly lifts the poor Frenchman into the air and crashes him down hard with Crow's Nest. Ferhago pops back up and walks to the nearest turnbuckle. Nimbly leaping up again, he goes for the Flying Dutchman! BUT MYSTH ROLLS OUT OF THE WAY! Crow's full weight via his knees slam into the ring mat, seemingly causing a small dip in it. Seizing the huge opening, Mysth levels Crow with a Shining Wizard! Running on pure adrenaline, Mysth pumps his arms and points to the same turnbuckle that Crow was just on. He quickly climbs it and.... CROW CROTCHES HIM!*
“Oooooooo!”
*Mysth, still recovering from the blow, is completely open for attack. But shockingly, Crow is resting against the same ropes that he used to crotch Mysth. Could it be that Crow's actually weakened? Before that small detail could be widely picked up, Crow ascends the turnbuckle with Mysth. At the second rope, he cuts this throat with both thumbs. He pulls himself to the top rope and places Mysth into a Standing Headscissors... Could it be?! A SUPER QUEEN ANNE'S REVENGE?! Crow locks it in on Mysth and pauses to glare at the crowd. Almost as if to say that this will happen to anyone that stands up to him. And he leaps back! Yet Mysth pushes off, causing Crow to fall backward while in midair and still holding Mysth!*
“HOLY S***!”
*Upon Crow hitting the mat first, they both go THROUGH THE MAT! ONLY MYSTH'S LEGS ARE SEEN AS THEY BOTH WENT THROUGH THE RING! The referee instantly throws up an “X” as before going down to check on both competitors. But there is no movement in the ring! Looking at a loss for words, the referee begins the count.*
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10!
*The match is over! BUT WHO WON!? The referee calls for a mike.*
Referee: The first person to stand will be the declared the winner!
*The crowd is still unsettled but quickly they first chanting for Mysth. But still no movement. Finally the paramedics come down but still no movement. Yet out of nowhere, Mysth's legs begin to stir! The crowd explodes! He slowly but surely pulls himself out of the gaping hole. After about a few seconds, he pulls himself up to his knees but then collapses down to the mat. Being merciful, the referee calls for the bell.*
“AND YOUR WINNER OF THE MATCH... MYSTH!”
*He has done it. After months of torture... Mysth has finally put Crow away, but at what cost? Immediately the paramedics begin to check on him and fit him with a neck brace. Meanwhile the referee goes to check Crow. But he looks down in the hole stunned. He talks to a paramedic who looks at him confused. They both roll out of the ring and check each side under the ring.... But it's clear, Crow's body has vanished! The crowd cheers as Mysth is being wheeled not happy that he is possibly seriously hurt... But happy that he has finally put away the monster. In a true sign of bravery, he stood up to Crow when no one else would... And the cheers get louder as he lifts up his arm, signing “V” for victory. Finally, he has done what no one else could do... He has beaten Crow. And has rid the locker room of the ghostly menace. Now he can rest and, if his health is willing, bide his time until his return.*
Sum: *mikes working again.* Good match, huh?
Craig DeGeorge: I've see better.
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Post by Toom E. Guci on Aug 12, 2007 22:34:04 GMT -5
* The Chandler High Shop Department rushes to the ring to make prepares when we suddenly cut backstage to William Hung outside Toom E Dangerously’s makeshift office. Just then, a streaker runs by.*
William: Wow! It wouldn’t be Old School without a streaker. He did look kind of like Will Ferrell, too.
I am outside Mr. Dangerously’s door, where very loud yelling has been going on since Mr. Dorf has made his in ring announcement. The only voice heard though was Mr. Dangerously, so either he has gone mental & is talking to himself or he is on his phone…it’s really hard to tell around here sometimes.
* Just then, the door opens & out walks a face we haven’t seen in EWT in a long time.*
William: Oh my goodness…Johnny Nitro…Toom E Dangerously’s personal assistant!!! We haven’t seen you in a long time. Where have you been?
Johnny: I been getting coffee.
William: FOR TWO YEARS??
Johnny: Hey, don’t question what I do around here, understand!!
William: Anyways, what is Mr. Dangerously’s feelings regarding Mr. Dorf’s announcement of Dorfman Industries aquiring 50% of the EWT?
Johnny: Look, you second rate has been!! If he wanted you to know, he would be here telling you. Just because you are in the Hall of Fame doesn’t mean you can stick your nose around whenever you feel like it.
William: I was hired to do backstage interviews tonight.
Johnny: So! Get out of my face. I need to get donuts now!!
* Johnny Nitro runs off as we cut back to ringside.*
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Post by Toom E. Guci on Aug 12, 2007 22:34:59 GMT -5
We go to the Tony Chimel in the middle of the ring, ready to announce the next match.
Chimel: This next contest is scheduled for one fall... and is for the EWT Ox-Division Championship! As the theme of tonight is Old School, this match will be contested under classic rules. Introducing first, the challenger!
"Zombie Eaters" hits as the crowd buzzes with excitement. The camera zooms to the entrance-way to await the Triple-Crown Champion.
Chimel: He hails from Minneapolis, Minnesota! Weighing in at 225 lbs... Moxie!
The music continues to play, but after a while it is apparent that no one in coming out of the entranceway. After a long wait time without any result, there is a disturbance in the back of the crowd that the camera immediately turns to. A spotlight shines into the crowd and searches around the area, eventually locking onto the figure of Moxie, standing still and gazing around at the fans! Taking a breath, Moxie slowly makes his way toward the ring, cheering fans grabbing at him all the way down. The EWT Hall of Famer jumps the railing before climbing into the ring, immediately putting his focus on the match ahead of him.
Chimel: And the champion...
An airy noise is heard in the arena for a short while as the lights dim out and several spotlights move about. The noise eventually spins into an Italian-sounding intro, as the spotlights twirl along with the music. Immediately following the intro, each light turns and focuses into a single one right at the top of the stage, and after letting the song play for a few seconds, Cassinova walks out into it.
Chimel: He hails from Los Angeles, California! Also weighing in at 225 lbs, he is the EWT Ox-Division Champion... Cassinova!
The fans boo almost over the music as Cassinova stands in his spotlight, holding his title belt to his shoulder. Standing there in half anger, half disappointment, he curls up his lip in disgust before making his way toward the ring.
SG: Cassinova sure had strong words for Moxie earlier. I don't think he's up for any games tonight.
CD: Words? I'm still thinking about his actions earlier, Sum. And I wouldn't be surprised if Nova isn't slightly distracted by the thoughts of potentially getting closer to Juri Sadamoto.
SG: Can't disagree, there.
Cassinova steps up to the ring and climbs onto the apron before slowly getting inside. Without a trademark smirk or a cocky pose, he hands the referee his title belt and stares coldly across the ring at Moxie. Standing still, Moxie stares just as coldly back at his opponent, just as the referee hands the belt to a ringside attendant. After taking the time out to check both competitors for weapons, the referee gives a final call before signaling for the bell, officially beginning this match!
SG: And here we go! Cassinova vs. Triple Crown Champion and EWT Hall of Famer, Moxie! I sure hope neither one of these competitors underestimated the other!
CD: If they did, this one might prove to be quick and painful.
The two slowly circle around the ring. Moxie's fingers move rapidly as he's looking for an opening to get a grapple in. Cassinova puts his fists up, ready to strike at any moment in case Moxie makes the first move. After a while of circling while slowly getting closer to each other, Cassinova lunges out in attempt to punch Moxie in the jaw! The quick EWT legend swiftly dodges his head out of the way and grabs Cassinova by the arm, before pulling him into a DDT position. He attempts to take Cassinova down to the mat, but the Ox-Division Champ locks his arms around Moxie's waist and flips him backwards with a Northern Lights Suplex! Moxie, having taken many of these in his wrestling career, has the state of mind to land on his feet, leaving both competitors in an elevated bridge position, facing up. They maintain this somewhat contorted shape for a while before Moxie somehow raises as he pulls Cassinova back over--causing Cass to do a backflip of sorts--into the same DDT position as before! Before getting the opportunity to drop Cassinova on his skull, the champ quickly pushes him off as the two back into opposite corners.
The crowd cheers this early show of technical ability, but the easily frustrated Cass will have none of it. Letting out an, "Aw, f*** this!", he rushes full speed at Moxie with a lariat attempt! Moxie quickly dodges this attack, before using his momentum against him and pushing Cassinova toward a turnbuckle. Out of reflex, Cassinova avoids running chest-first into the turnbuckle by hopping into the air and leaping on top of it! In one fluid motion along with this feat, he leaps backwards to attempt a back-elbow to Moxie, only for Moxie to grab him in mid-air and send him into the mat with a backdrop! This move creates a loud crashing sound the echoes throughout the arena, before Moxie moves in for the first cover of the match!
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Cassinova kicks out. Without hesitation, Moxie transitions from holding Cass in a pin to slamming on his knee with his fist, and putting him into a leglock! Cassinova immediately kicks him away and makes his way to his feet. Getting up quicker, Moxie advances toward him and grabs him from behind with a grapple. He attempts a German suplex, but Cassinova uses his foot to block the maneuver. Moxie takes a step back to untangle his foot before attempting another one, with the same results. The third time seems to be the charm as Moxie manages to lift Cassinova with yet another attempt, but Cassinova grabs his head on the way up and drops him with a stunner! The move sends Moxie stumbling back as Cassinova makes it to his feet, wasting no time before taking off towards Moxie once more. The veteran clutches at his throat, but sees Cassinova just in time to duck yet another lariat attempt. Cassinova, missing, ends up behind Moxie, and stops his own momentum before diving backwards with a stiff Pele kick to the back of Moxie's head! Moxie goes down as Cassinova rolls over him for a pin!
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Moxie gets the shoulder up! Cassinova, angrily, mounts Moxie and begins to throw hard left hands to his face. Moxie attempts to cover up, but to little avail. Eventually the referee steps in and separates the two, giving Moxie enough of a chance to make it to his feet. Cassinova practically throws the referee aside before flying towards Moxie. Moxie sidesteps Cassinova as he comes at him and once again uses his momentum against him, throwing him towards the ropes. After doing so, he waits for Cassinova to rebound so he can grab him for another move. Cassinova, knowing he might not be able to stop whatever's coming, instinctively dives through the top and middle ropes feet first, landing on the outside! Staring right at the announcers, Cassinova taps the side of his head to note how much more clever he is than them for using this tactic. Losing his focus and becoming too caught up in taunting, he fails to follow the announcers' eyes and know what's behind him, and is suddenly caught off guard when he is sent crashing into the announcers' table, courtesy of a baseball slide from Moxie! Cassinova lays there, groaning slightly and holding his still aching ribs. A loud "Moxie! Moxie! Moxie!" chant has started up, but Moxie doesn't seem to acknowledge it. Staying focused, he follows Cassinova out of the ring and picks him up to his feet, sliding him into the ring. Rolling in after him, he grabs Cassinova by the leg and lifts him up high before driving his knee into the ground! Cassinova rolls around the ring, holding his leg, before Moxie bends down and places Cassinova in a stretch muffler!
SG: Well I guess we know what part of the body Moxie is targeting tonight!
CD: Smart move! The legs are always a good choice if you want to wear somebody immobile!
Cassinova yells out in pain and immediately grabs the ropes. The referee informs Moxie, and he lets go before pulling Cass to the middle of the ring. Separating Cassinova from the ropes, Moxie twists his legs and attempts to turn him over for a sharpshooter! With great pain, Cassinova flicks his legs back and throws Moxie off of him, before slowly standing to his feet. He prepares to advance towards Moxie, but a shooting pain in his knee stops him in his tracks. As he winces and holds his leg, Moxie sprints towards him and jumps with a dropkick, sending Cassinova flying back into a corner! Cassinova's face once again twists in pain, before Moxie lifts him onto the top turnbuckle and climbs it himself.
SG: Moxie might be going for The Oracle!
Putting Cassinova into a DDT position, he attempts to hook his leg before Cass begins to punch at his ribs. The blows eventually cause Moxie to let go, and Cassinova shoves him back down into the ring. Standing on top of the turnbuckle and sizing Moxie up, Cassinova takes a deep breath, ignores the pain in his leg, and flies off of the turnbuckle with a shooting star kneedrop to Moxie's skull! Camera bulbs flash throughout the arena at this stunt, and Moxie kicks violently on the ground, holding his head, but it seems as if Cassinova did more harm than good. He rolls around the ring, holding his knee and screaming in agony. The referee checks on both competitors, and asks Cassinova if he is too injured to continue. Knowing his title is at stake, he shakes his head no and attempts to roll over to Moxie. Eventually and painstakingly getting there, Cassinova drapes his arm over him for a weak pin.
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Moxie kicks out. Cassinova feels disheartened and drops his head, not moving, as Moxie attempts to make it to his feet. Cassinova does the same, and the two raise at about the same time. Moxie, being more mobile at this point, runs at Cassinova and grapples him immediately before knee'ing him in the stomach. Cassinova bends over, and Moxie takes him over with a waist suplex! Cassinova lands hard on his back, and Moxie quickly moves over to him, stomping repeatedly at his injured knee! With each stomp, Cassinova yells out in agony, rolling over and attempting to prevent Moxie from reaching it. Moxie, however, is tenacious, and kicks at it from all sides until the referee once again steps in and separates this. Moxie attempts to push past the referee, but the ref somehow holds him off long enough for Cassinova to use the ropes for enough leverage to help himself to his feet. As he finally finds his balance, Moxie rushes towards him to keep up the pace that has gotten him the advantage in this match. Whether this is by instinct, or do to his knee being weak is unknown, but Cassinova falls into a laying position, bring down the top rope with him! This low bridge sends Moxie sprawling out of the ring and onto the floor on the outside as Cassinova attempts to catch his breath.
CD: And Moxie lands on the outside!
SG: I hope for Cass' sake that Moxie stays down for the ten-count, because if he gets up, I think Cassinova is ripe for the picking!
The referee begins his ten-count...
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Moxie begins to stir as Cassinova stands up on the inside...
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Moxie makes it to his feet...
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Moxie slides into the ring, just in time! Cassinova immediately attempts to stomp him to keep him down, but Moxie trips him up and holds him down for a rough pin!
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Cassinova kicks out violently. Moxie stands and picks Cassinova up, placing him into a fireman's carry, Cassinova kicks wildly, but Moxie spins around multiple times in an attempt to dizzy him into submission, before flipping him with a fireman's carry slam! Cassinova uses his atheletic ability to land on his feet, but tweaks his knee once more and goes down holding it. He rolls around groaning, and the referee once again asks him if he'd like to quit. Moxie apparently answers for him, as he pushes past the referee and picks Cassinova up, once again sending him into a corner.
Cassinova hits the corner back first, and is obviously in a lot of pain. Moxie backs into the opposite corner, and rushes at Cassinova with a shoulder block!
Unknown to most, a figure walks out from behind the curtain on stage. The camera does not pick him up, but as he slowly makes his way down the entrance the crowd picks up that it's Cass' opponent last month, Jack Jupiter. He stands at the end of the ramp, watching the match with interest.
SG: What's Jack Jupiter doing out here?
CD: Beats me!
Moxie calls for The Oracle and once again puts Cassinova on the top turnbuckle, climbing up himself. He locks Cass into position, and the fans wait anxiously for the title to change hands... but Cassinova once again finds it within himself to push Moxie off! This time, however, Moxie lands on his feet and prepares to jump back up there, but he is suddenly caught off guard by Cassinova diving off with a crossbody block! The two crash into the mat, but Moxie uses Cass' own momentum to turn it into a pin!
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No! Only two! Moxie, tired of nearfalls, picks Cassinova up once more and prepares to do the unthinkable, as he uses Cassinova's flippy hand sign to signal for the DreamDriver.
SG: Did Moxie just call for Cassinova's own finisher?
CD: Cass wants to talk about disrespect. Moxie'll show him disrespect!
Moxie kicks Cassinova in the stomach to cause him to bend over, before running towards the ropes to gain momentum. Suddenly, as he hits the ropes, Jack Jupiter suddenly lunges his hand out and trips Moxie up! The referee does not notice this, and Moxie stumbles towards Cassinova, trying to regain his balance. Cassinova seizes the opportunity perfectly and grabs Moxie's head into a DDT, flipping and nailing him with the California DreamDriver!
SG: What?
CD: Jack Jupiter just interfered on Cass' behalf?!
Moxie's head bounces hard off of the canvas, and he lies motionless. Cassinova slowly crawls over to him and drapes an arm over his chest...
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CD: Oh, come on!
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SG: No! Not this way!.
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Chimel: Here's your winner... and STILL EWT Ox-Division Champion... Cassinova!
"Square Dance" plays over the PA system, as the fans boo loudly. Cassinova is handed his title, and he takes no time to celebrate, as he wants to bail out before Moxie wakes up. He is pulled out of the ring by Jack Jupiter, who supports Cassinova and helps him up the ramp, as Cass grimaces in pain.
CD: What did we just see? Jack Jupiter, helping Cassinova? What was that?
SG: I can't wait to hear the explanation for this. After what I've seen between the two, this just doesn't make any sense!
The two get to the top of the ramp, and Cassinova takes the time out to lift his title up one more time--to defeaning boos of course--before they disappear behind the curtain. Back in the ring, Moxie begins to stir and eventually awakens, standing up to many cheers. Ignoring them, he realizes what just took place and exits the ring, stalking frustratedly to the back.
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Post by Toom E. Guci on Aug 12, 2007 22:35:32 GMT -5
Announcer: The following match is a Tag Team Turmoil match for the EWT World Tag Team Titles. The rules of the match are as follows; Three teams will compete. Two competitors will be in the ring at a time. Those two competitors can tag out to any other competitor, regardless of what team they’re on. There will be only 1 fall in this match. Now to introduce…the Challengers…
*For a moment, there is absolute silence in the gym, the crowd looking around in bewilderment. Suddenly, two burly men, most likely football players, come trotting in front of the double doors from opposite sides, shooing off the spectators around it and pulling the door open. In an instant, an eruption of sound takes place. Outside, an aisle complete with seats, retaining barrier and even a screen has been filled up with about 900 people. “Peace Sells” by Megadeth is blaring over the speakers of a huge number of lowriders parked outside of the aisle, the volume at full. The crowd is explosive in volume, looking somewhat more high-class than the folks inside due to their garb. Connected to the road, the aisle suddenly has something in front of it. A jet black bus, with windows modified to resemble a limo, jewels encrusted on the headlights, grille, and window borders, and brilliant chrome grill and hubcaps, pulls up to the aisle, the multicolor headlights from the jewels shining like a star. As the vehicle stops, the door opens up, and none other than TJT step out.*
Announcer: Being accompanied by Terina, from San Diego, California, weighing in at 456 pounds, T………J………T!
*Thunder and Jupiter have their signature trench coats, gold epaulettes adorning the shoulders, and Terina is in a black gown, wrapped around her tightly, just a little above the knees and a tad bit under the shoulders. On her head is a tiara, diamond and gold gleaming about. Thunder and Jupiter have massive pendants on, emerald and sapphire respectively. Then something else becomes noticeable. Terina is wearing a fur coat, FIFTEEN feet long in the back. Thunder and Jupiter’s coats are 15 feet long as well, and before walking down the aisle, call on one person each to come out; each person picks up the backs up their coats, to make sure that they don’t drag on the aisle. Skipping ahead of them are a pair of cheerleaders dressed up as flower girls, tossing roses over their shoulders as TJT follow, clumps of red and green conflicting with the dark asphalt. As the song reaches “If there was a new way…” a group of techies with shoulder-fired pyro begin shooting their tools, the vibrant red Roman candles igniting the sky above in a hailfire of heat and explosions. Just as they reach the gym at the doors, they take off their longer coats to reveal….NORMAL coats of the variants they have, the same material, just shorter. A group of jocks rush in, forming a human staircase into the ring, as the three of TJT climb in. Thunder and Jupiter each grab a hand of their manager’s, softly kissing each like a noble courting a princess. Jimmy scales a near turnbuckle, and Jason scales one opposite. The two lower their sunglasses, staring off into the crowd, and turning to look outside at the other spectators. Thunder and Jupiter hop off at the same time, taking off their trench coats and jewelry, and helping their manager remove her fur coat and diamonds. She slowly climbs out of the ring, dropping down to a nearby corner. Jimmy and Jason begin to talk one another, possibly a plan. Thunder begins to flex a bit, and Jupiter cracks his knuckles and neck. The crowd suddenly goes silent as their music dies off.*
Its all about the Pentiums, baby...
The grooving of Weird Al alerts the crowd to Joel and Mike's arrival, and as such, out come the two Nyrds, followed by Keiko. Dave isn't with them this time, possibly still nursing his wounds from his past match with Dorf. Both Nyrds dance their way to the ring, while Keiko does her cute little bounce in tune with the music, blowing kisses to the crowd. Both Nyrds slide into the ring, and continue their dance, Mike getting down to do his windmill.
*With both challenging teams already in the ring, “No Quarter” by Led Zeppelin starts to play over the 2nd hand boom box posing as a sound system. The fog machine borrowed from the Chandler High Drama Department emits random drafts of synthetic fog, each one accompanied by a mechanical hiss. The gym door opens, and out come the World Tag Champions, The Cidal Squad, with Alexa King.
Ring Announcer: Making their way to the ring, being accompanied by “The Cidal Squad’s First Lady” Alexa King, at a combined weight of 460 pounds, The EWT World Tag Team Champions, “Sinnercidal” Jonathan Doe and “Insecticidal” Andy Duke, The Cidal Squad!
*The Cidal Squad get into the ring, and stare at the two challenging teams, who have since moved out to the arena floor. The fans in attendance have no reservations about letting the Cidal Squad know exactly how they feel, as boo’s and insults resonate off the walls and around the rafters.
*In the ring, all three teams take positions at corners. With smirks on their faces, Thunder and Jupiter are the first to step out, standing on the apron at their corner, brushing at their hair, dusting off their hands, and talking to Terina, who is standing below them on the floor. Mike Hodgson and Jonathan Doe step out of the ring, standing on the aprons and their corners, and Duke and Nelson stay in. The referee looks over at the timekeeper, and signals for the bell.*
DING DING DING!
*Duke and Nelson lock up. Nelson being the quicker of the two, slips Duke into a headlock, tightening his grip by the second. He brings Duke to a knee, but Andy stiffly elbows, making him groan and loosen the hold. Duke pushes him into the ropes, making him bounce back, and Joel ducks a clothesline coming back. He rebounds, coming back again, but Duke drops to the mat, avoiding any attack entirely. Joel comes back off the ropes, and Andy puts his head down, flipping him into the air for a back body drop. Joel Nelson lands on his feet, back to back to Duke. He backs up a little closer, hooking into his arms.*
Sum: Backslide! He’s going for the pin early on this one!
*The referee goes to count*
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Sum: No, kickout in the nick of time!
*Joel Nelson backs up as the two get to their feet, until he feels a sudden slap on the back that startles him. Just as he turns his head, he sees a clean shaven face, smiling at him with a huge, toothy grin.*
Craig: Blind tag by Thunder…that’s odd. I wonder what he’s going for.
Sum: Who knows, but he seemed awfully happy.
Craig: You think he does prozac?
Sum: Oh, I’m positive! That’s how he got that kind of muscle. You know?
Craig: Uh…
*Thunder steps into the ring, flexing his shoulder muscles, the light reflecting off of them as if he were a mirror made of tanned flesh. Scratching the side of his neck, he feigns a lockup, only to withdraw to shake some energy out of his fists, the two of them moving wildly about. After a while, his face turns deadly serious, and he cracks his knuckles. Before he even readies himself for anything, Duke gets around him very quickly, putting him in a waistlock and dropping him to the mat. Thunder slaps the mat in anger, getting back up to his feet and getting kicked right in the gut. Duke grabs him by the shoulder, trying to get him up for a brainbuster, but Thunder hooks around the leg, pushing away and breaking the move up. He throws a stiff punch, but Duke dodges it and armdrags him down. As Jimmy Thunder climbs back to his feet, he sees Duke leap up to his shoulders, trying to hurricanrana him down. Using his muscle, Thunder keeps him up, before dropping him down into a familiar position and snapping back--*
Craig: Thunder suplex!
Sum: That’s gotta hurt, an exploder done by a guy like that.
Craig: You have to make everything lame?
Sum: Uh…can you give me a hint?
*Thunder makes the tag to Jason Jupiter, the two in the ring at the same time. Both approach their prone opponent, each standing, facing away from him, and hooking a leg. They both fall back, each applying a deathlock, and the rich pair of grapplers both bridge it.*
Craig: The Solar Storm! Rarely do you see Thunder and Jupiter utilize this double team maneuver!
*The referee nearly reaches the count of 5, but before he does, Thunder rushes out of the ring, quickly getting to his corner on the outside, and at the apron. Using one of his hands, he begins brushing at his hair. With Duke still down on the mat, Jason Jupiter picks him up by the hair, hitting him with a knee that sends him staggering back. Jupiter puts his head between his legs, and begins to lift him up for a piledriver, presumably. Duke manages to shift his weight to get back to his feet, and lifts Jupiter up, back dropping him hard and making the tag to Jonathan Doe, just as Jupiter gets up. Jason looks back and forth, and then readies himself.*
Craig: The World Tag Team Champions have gotten some trouble starting out, but now they’ve made the tag, and it seems they MIGHT get in control!
*Jonathan Doe walks straight over to Jupiter, and the two get nose to nose, or as close as they can, due to height differences. Jupiter runs back, rebounds into the ropes, and tries his luck with a shoulder block. It barely staggers him. Jupiter tries again, and gets more or less the same effect. He goes for it one more time, this time adding a little UMPH to it by jumping on the should block, but Jonathan Doe catches him, and begins to apply a bear hug. But before he can get in sinched in too strongly, Jupiter pummels his head with a series of forearms.
*Now with the hold released, both men lock up in the center of the ring. Jupiter locks in a headlock, and Doe pushes him into the ropes, and gets ready for a backdrop. But Jupiter scouts the move, and delivers a nicely placed KICK TO THE FACE, making him stagger back into a corner, where Mike Hodgson makes a blind tag.*
Craig: That could be a very important tag, because if Mike pins Jupiter or vice versa, we’ll have new champs, and there is nothing the Cidal Squad can do about it. They need to tag back into this match soon if they want any shot of walking out of here with their belts.
Sum: Yes. That is true.
Craig: Do you add anything of any importance to commentary?
Sum: Yes. I do.
Craig: I..I don’t believe you. How are you getting paid for this?
Sum: You mean you’re getting paid for this?
Craig: ….And back to the match!
*Hodgson, not one to just step into the ring, springboards into the ring, opening his legs to tease for a hurricanrana. Jupiter reaches his hands up, fully intendeding to catch the little jumping bean. However, Mike puts a hand down, using it to catapult himself over Jupiter off of his head, and lands in a run, coming off the ropes as Jupiter whirls around to catch a single leg dropkick.*
Sum: Hodgson looks to get this done quickly, he's using that speed of his to his advantage.
Craig: Hodgson might actually be the quicker of the two, Sum, but of the unit, neither of them look particularly good in a schoolgirl uniform like Keiko does.
Sum: Uh, so very few men can pull off that look, Craig...
*As Jupiter rebounds off the ropes, Mike follows him, grabbing his hand and spider-climbing up the ropes. Mike reaches the top, and backflips, catching Jupiter's head on the way down, and landing a solid DDT. Mike quickly covers Jupiter, and as the ref makes his count, every other person in the match, excluding Joel, climbs into the ring to break up the pin. Joel climbs in to help fend off any attacks to his partner, and soon enough, a huge brawl errupts inside the ring.*
Sum: Well, I can't say I didn't see this coming, but I'd hoped it would have waited a while longer.
Craig: You can't break up three hungry teams, six angry men, Sum, its like breaking up three hungry lions! Or something!
*Each man begins to swing wildly in the cluster of flesh and multi-colored attires. While no faces are visible, that eerily familiar, yet sickening sound of bone colliding with muscle can be heard above everything else in the fighting. In a fashion not too different from the last time they met, Thunder and Doe separate from the rest of the brawl, going toe-to-toe and throwing bomb-like punches back and forth. As Duke finds himself with Joel and Mike ready to double-team him and take him out of the fight, Jason Jupiter hauls himself up to his feet, chop blocking Hodgson from behind. Out of the corner of his eye, Joel spots this and turns around to face Jupiter, but finds himself on the receiving end of a back suplex from Andy Duke!*
Craig: This has…uh…gotten interesting!
Sum: …In any case, Craig, if these guys don’t get their acts together soon, the referee is going to have to call into effect a DQ, and then…
Craig: Stuff’s gonna go down.
Sum: Sorta, because there’s a 2 outta 3 chance that someone is walking away that there’ll be new champions from a disqualification!
*Fortunately for the referee, he manages to get some control, separating the big men from one another, and then, sending them on their way. Joel and Duke are still brawling, the two men punching away at one another on the mat, and Jupiter locking a single leg crab on Mike Hodgson as he rings his own neck out. The ref finally gets Duke and Nelson to their corners, both men bruised slightly from the previous action, and resumes control over the match-up at hand, with Jupiter and Hodgson in the ring.*
Sum: It would SEEM that order has finally been restored here in Chandler, Arizona…
Craig: But how long will that lasp?
Sum: Did you just say “lasp?”
Craig: No, I said…uh…”lack.” Yeah!
Sum: Yeeeah…
*Jupiter extends his weight over a bit, trying to add on pressure to the hold. He lets go of the hold, turning Mike over and placing him into a kneelock, tilting his opponent slightly and adding more pressure on. When Jupiter leans his head too close, Mike Hodgson gives him a punch right to the forehead. Jason shakes it off, hitting Hodgson with a punch in retaliation and re-applying the pressure of the knee lock. Not long till Mike fights back again, leaning up, despite the pain, and punching Jupiter in the side of the head and forcing him to let go. As Jason holds the side of his head, Mike manages to get out and hit a front dropkick to his seated opponent, catching him lightning-fast and knocking him over.*
Sum: NICE!
*Mike Hodgson gets to his feet again, making the tag to Joel Nelson. Nelson rushes in, and Jimmy Thunder gets the tag from a scrambling Jason Jupiter. Thunder hops into the ring, getting a running hurricanrana from his smaller opponent. Jimmy gets back to his feet, running into a dropkick that sends him flying down to his back. Joel Nelson scrambles over towards Thunder, locking in his River City Stretch while the bigger man is still down. Instantly, Thunder’s face turns into an expression of sheer pain, wincing at the damage being inflicted!*
Craig: The River City Stretch! This could be it!
*Jupiter hobbles back into the ring, and Hodgson gets in as well to try to stop him. Jupiter manages to completely dodge him, hitting an elbow to the back of the head of Joel Nelson and allowing Jimmy Thunder to slip out and get to his feet. As Joel recovers, holding onto the back of his head, Mike Hodgson finds himself between Jimmy Thunder and Jason Jupiter, who both charge at him at the same time. Thunder leaps into the air, going for a leg lariat that edges to the right, and Jupiter goes low for the chop block that veers to the left slightly. Mike nearly dodges it, but finds himself caught with both, the chop block taking a leg and the leg lariat wanging him on the side of the head.*
Craig: Bering Niner-Niner! That’s….uh…
Sum: DEVEE-A-STAAAATING~!
Craig: Sure! That works!
*Thunder goes for the cover, Jason looking to make sure that it won’t be broken up…*
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KICKOUT!
*Or at least, thanks to Andy Duke and Jonathan Doe rushing into the ring and Duke breaking the pin as Doe grabs Jupiter, piledriving him, and tossing him outside of the ring. Nelson gets back to his feet, finding him facing the “Sinnercidal” Tag Team Champ. Doe goes for a running shoulder to the stomach to force Joel Nelson into the corner, but Nelson kicks him in the forehead, setting him up, has him readied for something MUCH more powerful…*
Sum: Waitaminute, this is the setup for the Boshi Tonic!
Craig: Uh…oh…
*Joel Nelson flips around, planting Doe straight on his head. Just as Nelson gets to his knees, Andy Duke comes bolting towards him like a demon straight from hell, using his legs like a staircase…*
Sum: SHINING WIZARD!
Craig: I guess you could say…um…
Sum: Business is about to pick up, and you can bet your ass on it, Craig!
*With Thunder near the ropes, Andy Duke climbs back outside right next to him, and slaps his shoulder!*
Sum: That counts as a legal tag…GREAT strategy!
*Duke leaps back into the ring, covering up Mike Hodgson.*
Sum: Is Hodgson finished?!
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THUNDER BREAKS IT UP!
Sum: These guys are really going at it now, and it’s a purely smashmouth style, just like that of the Chandler Wolves! Catch them at—
Craig: Ooh, look!
*Thunder grabs Andy Duke by the head, forcing him into the corner, and hoisting him up in a Powerbomb position, looking to finish this one here and now. Before Thunder can hit him with the Thundercrusher, Joel Nelson leaps up to the turnbuckle, hitting a stiff kick to Thunder’s head and accidentally helping Duke escape. Thunder teeters like a fat man on a tiny pole, and falls out of the camera’s view. With Nelson on the turnbuckle, looking off, Andy Duke manages to grab him, leaping off the turnbuckle and…*
Sum: CIDAL BOMB! CIDAL BOMB! I THINK THIS WILL JUST ABOUT PUT JOEL OUT OF COMMISSION, AND HELP DUKE GET THE ADVANTAGE THAT HE NEEDS TO SECURE THE WIN FOR HIS TEAM!
*Andy pulls himself back up, and Jonathan Doe is also up. With Hodgson just getting to his feet, the two look back at one another, and back at Mike Hodgson. Both go and pick him up, setting him up for precision destruction. As Andy Duke climbs to the outside, Terina darts away from the rest of the action, helping Jason Jupiter up and almost throwing him at Duke. From a verbal command on her part, he stops dead in his tracks, slowly sneaking his way up the apron. As Duke springboards off of the ropes to help Doe complete the move, a loud noise can be heard…*
SLAP!
*Doe catches what just happened: Jason Jupiter made a direct blind tag to Andy Duke! Acting out of instinct, Doe lets go of Mike Hodgson, but Duke still manages to complete his springboard and take Hodgson down. Joel Nelson has been conked out as these events have transpired, and still believing Duke to be a legal man, hauls himself up, staggering in his direction. Duke gets up and turns around, receiving a hard knee, and then, getting his head between Nelson’s legs, Joel uses his remaining strength to deliver a…*
Sum: MISTY DRIVER! BUT WAS THIS AN ERROR ON THE PART OF JOEL NELSON?
*Meanwhile, Jonathan Doe has done a good job of keeping Jason Jupiter busy, hammering away at him and forcing him to cover up. To help him out, Terina climbs to the apron, yelling at Doe and grabbing his attention. Both Keiko and King, from opposite sides, approach and force her to get down from the apron, and use a tiny passage of space to retreat. However, these few moments prove essential, as Jimmy Thunder uses these few moments to get into the ring and run at Doe at full speed to hit a THUNDERBOLT!*
Sum: There’s a jolt for ‘ya!
Craig: Sure! Call it that!
*Hodgson, using the ropes for assistance, gets to his feet, but the crowd realizes what’s on the horizon. Thunder and Jupiter are both in the ring, and after noticing the weakened Mike Hodgson, Thunder sets him up in a Crucifix Powerbomb position. Jupiter follows up, clutching an arm of Hodgson’s as well as the neck in the neckbreaker position, JUST as Thunder drops him in the Powerbomb.*
Sum: THUNDER HAS STRUCK TO JUPITER!
Craig: Good God, all the other men are down!
*With the help of Jimmy Thunder, Jason Jupiter moves his quickest to make the cover, and with everyone on the inside downed, the referee begins the cover.*
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DING DING DING!
*The crowd inside erupts in boos, as “Peace Sells” picks back up over the speakers, both from the inside and the outside.*
Announcer: Here are your winners…and NEEEEEWWWWW EWT WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS…T……….J……….T!
*The referee hands the belts over to Thunder and Jupiter, who slide out of the ring with their titles, looking happier than perhaps ever before.*
Sum: What an end to this amazing, physical matchup! TJT won this, but you have GOT to admit, this was a hell of a match, and every man did some SERIOUS work!
Craig: I gotta agree with you there, Sum. This was OUTSTANDING!
Sum: I detect charisma on your part, Craig. Heheheh.
*In the midst of her retreat, Terina cracks a smile, meeting up with her two brutalized men and the titles. As they backpedal out the doors that connect the gym to the audience outside, she gives both men a kiss on the side of the face. Thunder wipes off a slight bit of blood from the side of his face, and the others are left to reassemble and clean their wounds, as the camera fades out.
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Post by Toom E. Guci on Aug 12, 2007 22:36:10 GMT -5
FADE IN to the Chandler High School gymnasium in Arizona where Craig DeGeorge and Sum Guy are seated at the ringside commentators table.
DeGeorge: “Well folks, we’d like to thank you for joining us tonight whether it be here at Chandler High School or watching via at home on pay-per-view or our live webcast. I assume much like Sum and myself that you have enjoyed the show thus far. Still to come is our main event: The 1st ever Pick Your Poison match with Mike Ragnal defending his title against one of three potential candidates.”
Sum: “Joe One, Mike Corral and Dave Davies. Each man has every right and talent to be #1 contender, but only one will get that shot tonight. Who will it be? We’re about to find out in due time.”
DeGeorge: “But first; coming up, it is a battle of personal interests with personal vendettas. It’s Ratings vs. Maelstrom, and it all began at last month’s “At The Soundless Dawn”.”
(Montage of the Ratings/Maelstrom feud, highlighting Ratings’ interference in the main event at Soundless Dawn where he cost Maelstrom the chance of becoming EWT champion, Maelstrom’s brutal retaliation the following week including Oceanic’s announcement and Ratings luring Maelstrom to his possible demise in a hit-and-run attempt with the help of Ratings’ unknown associate who owns the silver limousine)
“Keep On Liftin’” by dj nagureo begins to play as a hesitant Ratings steps out behind the entrance curtain to a chorus of jeers and boos. With a solemn look on his face, Ratings pays no attention to the hate filled audience and heads towards the ring where Toni “The Garc” Garcya in present to make the match introductions.
Garcya: “The following contest is scheduled for one fall. First making his way to the ring: From Palm Springs, California; weighing 220 pounds… Ratings!”
DeGeorge: “Judging by the look on Ratings’ face, I imagine he is expressing much regret for his actions of late regarding the matter with Maelstrom.”
Sum: “You think? It’s bad enough he cost Maelstrom the EWT Heavyweight title, but trying to take him out with a hit and run? No wonder Maelstrom is pissed off.”
DeGeorge: “And the question remains about Ratings’ mysterious accomplice: the man with the silver limousine.”
Sum: “It seems wherever Ratings goes that silver limo is close by. But tonight, that vehicle is going to be of little help to Ratings tonight.”
Once inside the ring, Ratings discards his entrance gear and accessories and awaits his opponent, uneasily. It isn’t long for the music to fade out, the lights dim to complete darkness and the haunting tune of “Apocalypse Please” by Muse beginning to play. Blue lights shine against the entrance curtain while smoke to pour out. Seconds later, out steps the 6’8” leviathan Maelstrom who is welcomed by the Arizona crowd with much appreciation and applaud. Their respect towards the man goes unnoticed as Maelstrom stares daggers at Ratings while he makes his towards the ring.
Garcya: “And his opponent: From the Aquarium; weighing in at 287 pounds… MAEL~STROM!!!”
DeGeorge: “Here he comes! 6’8”, almost 300 pounds. The Colossal Kraken of EWT, Maelstrom!”
Sum: “Two time EWT Tri-State Champion. Former EWT World Heavyweight Champion. Maelstrom is one the most dominate athletes to ever step into an EWT ring. But this time, it is not about titles. It is not about winning a match. It’s all personal and Maelstrom has payback on his mind and his eyes locked on Ratings.”
The lights returns to their pervious brightened state as Maelstrom enters the ring. Garcya exits while Maelstrom continues to glare at the intimidated Ratings. The referee calls for the bell, starting the match. Right off the bat, Maelstrom approaches Ratings with his dukes up. Ratings backs himself up into a ring corner and ducks when Maelstrom makes a lunge for him, dodging the move at the last second. Maelstrom does not let the simple evasion effect his game, quickly turning around and forces Ratings into the opposite corner. Maelstrom begins to unleash some closed fist shots to the body and head while Ratings does everything to make a futile attempt to protect himself from the onslaught. It isn’t long until Ratings is overwhelmed by his opponent’s aggression and Maelstrom gains full advantage in the early stages of the match. With Ratings in a daze, Maelstrom whips across the ring into the opposite ring corner where Ratings slams himself back first into the turnbuckles at full speed. The impact causes the stunned Ratings to stagger forward to Maelstrom who connects with a huge back body drop. Ratings cries in pain once he hits the canvas and shoots back up to his feet, only to be taken down again by a clothesline courtesy of Maelstrom. Ratings is up again in a stupor and Maelstrom picks him up and raises his opponent above his head with a military press. He walks around the ring with Ratings above his head, much to the delight of the pleased crowd who always enjoy seeing the “Palm Springs Playboy” getting what he deserves. Maelstrom eyes the announcers table and makes a run towards it with Ratings still held high above him. Just as he nears the ropes, Maelstrom hurls Ratings out of the ring and towards the announce table. Ratings hits the bridge of the table back-first and falls to the ground in heap, not before slamming his head hard against the hardwood gym floor. A “HOLY S***” chant fills the gymnasium as Maelstrom revs up the audience while Ratings lays motionless on the outside.
DeGeorge: “Good lord! Ratings may be dead after what Maelstrom just did.”
Sum: “That impact was just sickening, Craig. Just sickening!”
DeGeorge: “In normal circumstances, I would have demanded some medical treatment for the injured wrestler. But since the possible injured wrestler is Ratings, I’m compelled to not give a damn.”
Sum: “Well said, Craig.”
The referee begins to count to ten with Ratings showing no sign of movement or effort to get back into the ring. Knowing damn well that he is far from finish, Maelstrom exits the ring and tosses Ratings’ carcass back into the ring. With his opponent out cold and on his back in the center of the ring, Maelstrom climbs back in and capitalizes the moment with a jumping leg drop across the neck of Ratings. Maelstrom with the cover, pinning his opponent for an early win.
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No. Maelstrom picks himself up before the ref could count for the third time, breaking his own pin attempt. Maelstrom drags Ratings back up to his feet and forces him into the top left ring corner. He connects with some back elbows to the head before chocking Ratings with his foot, breaking the hold before the ref counts to five and avoiding a disqualification in the process. Maelstrom takes Ratings to the middle of the ring and takes him down with a body slam. Maelstrom hits the ropes and drives his elbow into Ratings forehead. In pain stricken agony, Ratings rolls to the far side of the ring and Maelstrom follows. Ratings tries to pick himself up, only to be kicked in the stomach by Maelstrom. The big man follows up with some punches to the head as Ratings clings onto the middle rope, crying out for a rope break. The referee finally steps in and forces Maelstrom to break away. Ratings stands while supporting himself against the top rope. As soon as the referee finishes his explanation of the match rules to Maelstrom, the big man makes a rush towards Ratings and goes for a big boot. Unfortunately for him, Ratings ducks at the last second and Maelstrom ends up crotching himself on the top rope. With Maelstrom in a daze, Ratings regains himself and makes a dash for the ropes south of where Maelstrom is. He leaps to the second rope and springboards himself off and towards Maelstrom, connecting with a wheel kick to the face that sends Maelstrom on his stomach outside the ring. With the referee counting out Maelstrom, Ratings takes the time to recover, all while hoping that Maelstrom does not make it back into the ring before the count of ten. As Maelstrom begins to stir and rise to his feet, Ratings takes him back down by hitting a baseball slide through the second and third rope, hitting Maelstrom right in the face. Outside the ring, Ratings continues his retaliation with rapid punches to the face before dragging Maelstrom back into the ring. Ratings climbs to the ring apron and hits him with a stalling slingshot elbow drop to the sternum of Maelstrom. Ratings with the pin.
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Maelstrom easily kicks out and Ratings begins to unload with more punches to the head. Ratings displays more ruthlessness by dishing out some devastating knees to Maelstrom’s skull before performing a handstand prior to quickly smashing it against Maelstrom’s temple. Ratings with another cover.
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Maelstrom kicks out again, though he is probably regretting not ending the match earlier when he had the chance. Ratings grabs Maelstrom by the hair and drags him up to his knees where he punches him across the face. Maelstrom begins to fight back with punches of his own and seems to have gained the match’s momentum as he Irish whip Ratings to the ropes. Maelstrom goes for a clothesline, but Ratings ducks the attack and when returning back to Maelstrom after hitting the ropes on the opposite side of ring, connects with a dropkick to the right knee, sending the giant to the ground clutching his knee in pain. As Maelstrom tries to stand back up, Ratings performs a forward flip towards Maelstrom and hits him with the Shining Wizard. Ratings quickly covers his opponent for the pin.
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No. Maelstrom kicks out again. Ratings applies a chin lock on his bigger opponent in order to both wear him down and catch his breath in the process. Maelstrom though begins to power out of it and makes it to his feet. He pushes Ratings off himself and into the ropes. As he runs back to Maelstrom, Ratings intends to take him down with a clothesline, but Maelstrom ducks it and as both men turn around to face each other, Maelstrom grabs Ratings by the neck and lifts him up into a chokeslam. But while airborne, Ratings gets a hold of Maelstrom’s arm and wraps his legs around his neck, locking in a triangle choke. The pressure of the hold begins to wear Maelstrom down and his strength and consciousness begins to fade, dropping to one knee. For almost a minute Maelstrom is locked into the hold and it seems that Ratings has slaid the monster from the deep sea. The ref checks Maelstrom by raising his arm in the air; it falls back down as if lifeless. The referee raises his arm again and much like before, the arm falls back down. The ref checks the arm for a third and final time. This time however, the arm remains in the air, a sign of fight still kicking in Maelstrom. Maelstrom demonstrates his amazing strength as he stands up to his feet and taking Ratings up with him while still locked inside the triangle choke before slamming him down hard against the ring canvas. Ratings is laid out along with Maelstrom, who is exhausted from the submission hold. The crowd is on the edge of their seats as they watch both men slowly get back to their feet. Ratings connects with a punch to the skull Maelstrom, followed by another and another until it looks it sends Maelstrom into a daze. Ratings turns and runs to the ropes behind him and springboards himself off the second rope. He turns in mid air and hopes to take Maelstrom down with a high impact maneuver, but he is caught by a rejuvenated Maelstrom who catches him in midair and slams him down with a spinebuster. Maelstrom screams a war cry to the rowdy audience. Ratings staggers back up to his feet and is welcomed with a pair of clotheslines by Maelstrom who follows up with a running powerslam and a pin attempt.
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NO! Ratings kicks out before the count of three. Not allowing himself to become overcome by frustration, Maelstrom signals to the crowd that he is indeed ending things, drawing cheers from the crowd. He picks Ratings up and sets him up in a powerbomb position. He lifts him up and looks to go for the Whirlpool Spiral Bomb, but Ratings manages to escape it while being lifted up. Back on the ground, Ratings tries to connect with a superkick but Maelstrom catches the boot. Maelstrom lifts Ratings’ leg into the air, causing the Palm Springs Playboy to do a flip into the air. As he lands however, his right leg seemingly buckles and he cries out in pain. He collapses to the ground, rolls up his pant leg and clutches his black padded knee. Seeing his opponent in bad shape and seeing himself as a man of little remorse, Maelstrom looks to take advantage of this situation but the referee prevents such an attack as Ratings pleads for remorse. With the referee’s back facing him however, Ratings seizes the opportunity to reach underneath his knee pad and pull out a foreign object of some sorts. He equips the item and returns to his “injured knee”. Meanwhile Maelstrom is in no mood to obey the referee’s rules any longer and brushes the official aside. He grabs the “wounded” Ratings by the hair and drags him to his feet. Before he can do anything however, he is blasted by a surprisingly powerful punch by Ratings squarely on the jaw that knocks him unconscious. Ratings doesn’t even bother to hide the secret to his newly acquired strength to the fans or to referee who upon seeing the item equipped on Ratings immediately calls for the bell, signaling for a DQ.
DeGeorge: “W-Wait a second… i-is that a pair of brass knuckles on Ratings’ hand?”
Sum: “That’s not brass, Craig. That’s platinum! Those are platinum knuckles! Rich people do things big and foreign objects no exception.”
Ratings looks down at the unconscious Maelstrom with sinister eyes and a satisfied grin; a grin that disappears once Garcya announces the official ruling of the match.
Garcya: “The winner of the match as result of disqualification… Maelstrom!”
The crowd pops for the match’s outcome and have the opposite reaction during the match’s aftermath as Ratings begins to pummel Maelstrom with the platinum knuckles. Suddenly a familiar female darts out from behind the entrance curtain and slides into the ring.
DeGeorge: “Hey! It is Oceanic! Oceanic is here!”
Sum: “She’s come to Maelstrom’s rescue! Guess we know who wears the pants in that relationship.”
DeGeorge: “I’ll be sure to tell Maelstrom that little zinger, Sum.”
As Sum gulps in regret, Ratings goes to punch Oceanic with the platinum knuckles but she blocks it and returns with a punch of her own, knocking the object off Ratings’ hand. She follows up with a flurry of punches and knocks Ratings down with the Knee Bazooka. With all of her attention focused on Ratings, Oceanic never notices the man who runs from the crowd, hops over the barricade, slides into the ring, waits for her to turn, kicks her in the stomach and hits her with the… CONFIDENCE BREAKER!!!?
DeGeorge: “Wait a minute! T-That’s… THAT’S CHANCE CONFIDENCE!!! CHANCE CONFIDENCE IS HERE AND HE JUST TOOK DOWN OCEANIC!!!”
Sum: “We haven’t seen Chance Confidence since Crap-a-Mania when he was helping Cassinova!”
DeGeorge: “BUT WHY IS HE HERE!? WHY DID HE JUST COME TO THE AID OF RATINGS!!?”
As Ratings stands up, he shares a stare down with Chance while Maelstrom pulls himself up to his feet. A sinister grin curls upon Ratings’ face as he breaks into a stride towards Maelstrom and takes him down with THE FINALE!!! With both Oceanic and Maelstrom laid out in the ring, Ratings and Chance look at each other and smile in satisfaction. The two leave the ring and exit through the booing crowd as they are pelted with trash and insults—yet it does nothing to ruin their mood. The pair leave the gymnasium with the camera man following them to the parking lot where a SILVER LIMOUSINE waits. Still smiling ear to ear, Chance and Ratings enter the limo and it drives away from the school parking lot.
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Post by Toom E. Guci on Aug 12, 2007 22:38:45 GMT -5
Lillian: Ladies and gentlemen, it is now time for your main event. The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and is for the EWT World Heavyweight Championship! *H! F00l plays over the PA system as Mike Ragnal, with “The Cidal Force” Crauswell, walks out from behind the curtain, getting the most jeered of crowd reactions. He stops, with the World title strapped around his waist, then scouts out the crowd before walking across the gymnasium’s hard board floors. Mike slides into the ring, and hands the referee the World title. Mike the leans back into one of the corners, awaiting his opponent.* Lillian: And the opponent… *Suddenly, a huge projector screen drops down from the ceiling, and the lights go dark. On the screen are the three choices for Ragnal’s opponent: Joe One, Mike Corral, and Dave Davies. Next to their pictures are bars, to show how the polls went, and the final tally. Joe One ---------------45% Mike Corral ------22% Dave Davies ------------33% Lillian: Joe…ONE! *”Testify” plays as the lights turn back on, and Joe One walks out from behind the curtain, holding one of the Stable Championships on his shoulder. Chris Indigo walks out behind him, also holding a Stable Championship. He then walks to the ring, and climbs in, handing his title to the ref. The ref then takes the EWT World title, and raises it up high in the center of the ring. The ref then sets it outside the ring, and calls for the bell. Ragnal then charges at One, and hits him with a dropkick, knocking him to the ground. Ragnal then runs to the ropes and goes for a senton splash, but Joe rolls out of the way, causing Mike to land on his ass. Joe runs to the ropes behind Mike, and punts him in the back! Joe then runs to the front of Ragnal and lifts his leg high to boot Mike in the face! Joe forces Mike down on his back and goes to pin.* 1! *Mike gets his shoulder up. Joe picks Ragnal up onto his feet and whips him into the ropes, and hits a spinning spinebuster onto the Elementalcidal wrestler. He then drops his knee into his face, and goes to pin again.* 1! 2! *Ragnal kicks out. One grabs Mike’s face and hits a few punches onto it. He then picks Mike up by the head, but Ragnal shoves Joe off of him and into the ropes, then hits One with a leg lariat. Ragnal then runs to the ropes and leaps off the second rope, and hits the Lionsault. Ragnal goes to pin. 1! 2! *Kickout by Joe. Ragnal picks One up and tosses him into a corner, then charges with a clothesline. However, One gets his leg up and boots Ragnal in the jaw, sending Mike staggering backwards. One then grabs Mike’s arm into an arm wrench, and then twists it into a hammerlock. After a few seconds, Ragnal is able to go behind One while placing in his own hammerlock, then placing One’s other arm into a Half Nelson, locking in the Shock to the System. Joe One is, however, able to run to the ropes, and gets his leg onto the apron. The ref starts to count until Mike lets go of the STTS at four. As One gets his foot back into the ring, he locks his arms around Joe’s waist, and tries for a German Suplex…it looks like he hits it, but Joe One lands on his feet behind Ragnal. Joe spins Mike around and hoists him onto his shoulders, then spins around in place five times before hitting a Death Valley Driver and completing the Special Edition onto the World champion! One goes to pin.* 1! 2! *Mike gets his shoulder up. One decides to climb the ropes and slowly does, then prepares to leap off for the Phoenix Splash…but before he can, Ragnal grabs One’s head and punches him several times, then places him onto his shoulders. He then lifts One up high, gets on one knee, and connects with a gutbuster to the Minipax head! Ragnal then hooks the leg to pin.* 1! 2! *A kickout from One. Ragnal lifts One up to his feet and tries for the gutwrench DDT, but before he can, One elbows Ragnal several times until he releases his arms from him. He then grabs Mike by the throat, places an arm on Ragnal’s back…and hits a CHOKE DDT! One quickly goes to pin!* 1! 2! *Mike gets a kickout. One decides to attempt a high flying move again, and climbs the ropes as fast he can, not wasting any time. As he reaches the top turnbuckle, he leaps off…and hits a Phoenix Splash! One goes to pin again!* 1! 2! *Another kickout from the World champion! One gets up on his feet again, and looks outside the ring at the booing fans. Looking outside of the ring, however, gives One an idea, but it would have to wait until the right time. Until then, he grabs Ragnal and picks him up onto his shoulder, and hits a pumphandle Michinoku Driver II into the mat! One looks to pin again.* 1! 2! *Mike is able to kickout yet again! One picks Mike up and knees him in the gut a few times, then whips him into the ropes, possibly looking for the Airstep Kiss. Instead, Ragnal runs back at Joe, and connects with a strong LARIAT! Ragnal then runs the the ropes, and bounces back with a legdrop! Mike goes to pin.* 1! 2! NO! *One gets his shoulder up. Mike snaps his fingers in disappointment, then grabs Joe by the head and starts pummeling his fist into the contender the fans chose. He then lifts him onto his shoulders, as if already attempting the Ragnalrok, but he sees Chris Indigo climb onto the apron and trying to get in the ring. The ref stops Indigo from getting in the ring, but Mike drops One to the ground anyway, and approaches the argument. Mike then clotheslines Indigo in the face and knocks him off the apron and to the ground, where Crauswell is standing to take care of him. Crauswell kicks at Indigo several times as Ragnal smiles with his satisfaction. However, this keeps Mike distracted long enough that Joe places him within the Cobra Clutch, runs forward, and connects with a bulldog! Joe then goes to pin.* 1! 2! *Crauswell grabs One’s leg and slides him out of the ring, and throws a few punches into his face. One tries to counter him, however, as the ref counts to five, Ragnal slingshots himself over the ropes, and crossbodies both of Crauswell and One to the hard floor of the gym. The ref begins his count again, and Ragnal gets to his feet and picks up Joe, and hoists him onto his shoulders…RAGNALROK INTO THE FLOOR! Rather than pinning Joe, Ragnal picks him up for a powerbomb…and tosses him back into the ring over the middle rope! Ragnal gets back in at the count of six, then goes to pin.* 1! 2! NO! *Joe kicks out. Ragnal finds it hard to believe, then decides to climb the top rope. He leaps off for the High Voltage…One rolls out of the way! Ragnal rolls to his feet, but One, right behind him places Ragnal into the First Lightning! Ragnal forces his way to the ropes, and after a matter of seconds, Mike grabs the top rope, and the ref begins to count. One lets go at four and a half. He then grabs Mike and spins him around, and delivers a hard chop to the chest, several of them. Joe then goes onto the apron, springboard off the middle rope and wraps his legs around Mike’s neck…POISON RANA TO THE OUTSIDE! One grabs the ropes as he falls off of Ragnal, while Mike is now on the floor, in pain. He then grabs Mike and picks him up for a powerbomb…but instead, it comes out looking more like an Alley Oop. He then spins around at a 450 degree angle…AND HITS D’LO’s 911! JOE ONE HAS HIT THE 101! Joe then quickly gets into the ring, and the ref begins his count. 1… 2… 3… 4… *Mike begins to crawl at this point.* 5… 6… 7… *As Ragnal tries to slide all the way into the ring, Indigo, who’s been lying by the apron for a while, grabs Mike’s leg, and gets a good grip on it, forcing him to stay out of the ring. The crowd boos this, but the ref doesn’t see Indigo.* 8….. 9… 10! *DING! DING! DING!* Lillian: Here is your winner…and NEEEEW! EWT World Heavyweight Champion….JOE ONE! 'Testify' hits the speakers as the referee raises Joe' hand. Joe One looks a bit confused as the referee hands him the belt. One demands a microphone. He gets one. One: Hold on a second! The music is cut. One: I know that winning the EWT World Heavyweight Championship is the Third Order given to me by BB, but I don't want to have won this by countout. I want to PROVE that I am better than you, Mr. Ragnal! Indigo has finally let go of Ragnal’s leg, and Mike storms right in. He looks at One, who’s holding botht e Stable belt and his newly won World title…and then takes away the mic from Joe. His look of anger…fades. Mike: Joe…as far as I’m concerned…due to the rules that Toomi so selfishly put up for this show, that ruined a lot of good match ideas in the process…I like to think you’ve earned that title right here tonight. So right now…I’m going to declare it. No rematch. You and Minipax won this battle…but not the war. But for now…congrats to you. *Mike then offers a handshake to One…which he oddly accepts. Mike then exits the ring, and helps Crauswell off the ground. He then wipes off the red lightning bolt on his eye, and both he and Crauswell leave behind the curtain.* One steps out of the ring as 'Testify' starts up again. Indigo extends his arms as One gives him a hug. The two raise their arms in victory as they head to the back. The crowd boos the two as the head on up the ramp, making the 'V' with their arms. The camera shifts to the back. The fellow members of Minipax are there to congradulate Joe One. One: Thank you, all of you. This is the turning point to our lasting success as EWT Stable Champions! Thunder: Don't forget the Tag-Team Championship! One: How could I. Mr. Thunder, Jupiter the elder, you two winning the Tag-Team Championship is just as important. Minipax is truly an unstoppable force. Soon, all titles will be in our hands! Jack Jupiter clears his throat. There is a pause. One: Well, I shall be in our dressing room. I grow tired. The rest of the Ministry members talk to themselves as One continues to walk to the back. He passes hall of famer D'Zee, Candy Girl and several other EWT wrestlers. Candy Girl: Congratulaions, One! D'Zee: Oh shut your mouth Candy, out there in the ghetto you'd have been called a falt out Sl ... One (interrupting): Thank you, Candy. Other wrestlers nod and give Joe One props as he walks away from Candy girl and D'Zee. After a few seconds of walking, he pauses. He looks to his right. As the camera pans, we see the other four members of the Cidal Squad talking amongst themselves. Suddenly, they stop talking and look at Joe One. There is a brief stare down. One turns back and continues to walk. After another few seconds of walking, he stops again. He looks to his left. As the camera pans to the right, we see the members of Rated X giving him dirty looks. One stares at them for a moment. After a few seconds, he pats the World Heavyweight Championship. Mike Corral silently nods. One turns back and continues to walk. Joe One enters the Minipax dressing room and sits in a chair. He sets his belt on his lap as he opens up the BR and starts to read. Suddenly, a voice is heard. V/O: Congradulations, Mr. One. Joe One's head perks up. He looks to the telescreen. It's the bearded man. One: Sir! Bearded man: Greetings, Mr. One. Congradulaions on winning the Extreme WrestleCrap Threaderation World Heavyweight Championship. BB was impressed with your performance. Doubleimpressed. One: That is doublegood to hear. Bearded man: For your gloryvic to Oceania, BB is going to personally congradulate you in the ring. Joe One's face is in shock. Bearded man: I suggest you get prepared for his arrival. The bearded man's face vanishes from the telescreen as it returns to black. One stares vacantly into space. © EWT 2007 [/b][/i]
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