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Post by Rated X on Sept 17, 2007 4:22:45 GMT -5
As we cut to the arena, Joe Mama is already standing in the ring. He isn't waiting for long though, as the opening bars of "Offbeat Bare Ass" by 311 begin playing. As the drums kick in, Jesse Nunez cames out, full off energy.
Announcer: And his opponent, from San Juan, Puerto Rico, weighing in at 214 lbs., Jesse NUUUUUUUUNEZ!!!
Nunez quickly runs down to the ring and slides through the ropes before avoiding a clothesline. Nunez quickly hops up and locks in the Full Nelson before hitting the Border Hopper on poor Joe. Nunez quickly backflips off of the ground and grabs Joe's arm before locking in OLE!!! to the delight of the fans. Joe taps out like mad as the ref calls for the bell.
-----Ding ding Ding!-----
Announcer: Here is your winner, Jesse NUUUNEZ!!
Nunez quickly hops up and brushes the dirt off his shoulda before exiting the ring as we fade out.
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Post by SsnakeBite, the No1 Frenchman on Sept 17, 2007 14:12:39 GMT -5
*The camera reveals Mysth and Ivy Rosepine’ s locker room. Ivy can be seen sitting on a bench next to their showers ( one fore Ivy, one for Mysth ), wearing nothing but a towel around her body. She apparently just left her shower as her body is still glossy from the water and the steam and her hair is wet. The sound of the water in Mysth’ s shower can be heard. Despite her recent victory over Daffney, she has a slightly depressed look on her face. The sound of the water of the other shower suddenly stops.*
Ivy : …sssssiiiiigh…
*Mysth comes out of his shower, he’ s also wearing nothing but a towel, tied around his waist, and his body is even more glossy than Ivy’ s. Apparently, he takes his showers with his mask on as he has it on his face.*
Mysth : *With a half-worried, half comforting look* Well honey, why such a sad sigh ?
Ivy : *She smiles, trying to reassure her boyfriend, but obviously failing* Ah ! It’ s nothing, really, I’ ll get over it…
Mysth : Come one, Ivy, I see clearly that something’ s wrong, and the least I can do as your boyfriend is to listen to your problems and try to help you.
Ivy : Well, it’ s that Synthy Girl… she became Girl Next Door champion…
Mysth : *He lifts his head, looking at the roof, then brings ir back down* AH ! I see what you mean…
Ivy : …and meanwhile I… I couldn’ t even make it to the second round, I lost to her although she was sick…
Mysth : Look honey, the only reason you lost is because Madison interfered. After all, you just beat Daffney, who is one tough girl, right ?
Ivy : *With a sorry look* Right… but when it comes to wrestling GNDs, I can’ t get the job done. It’ s more like I DO the job !
Mysth : Hey, you already beat Terina ! And you only had two matches against GNDs. The one against Terina, and the one against Synthy… and that gives you only one loss since you’ ve been here, and three victories…
Ivy : But I still lost against a girl who was ILL !! And in the FIRST ROUND of the Girl Next Door tournament ! I am… pathethic !
Mysth : You’ re not honey, and you know it. If Madison didn’ t…
Ivy : *Interrupting him* I’ m really not sure if it would have changed anything if the Clown Girl didn’ t interfere…
Mysth : Hey, Valérie ! What’ s wrong ?? It doesn’ t look like you when you’ re doubting yourself like that ! You only had one loss since you’ ve been here ! The people love you, your matches and your promos ! Hell, you even kicked the WWE Cruiserweight Champion’ s ass on live television ! *When hearing those last words, Ivy smiles slightly, but at least it’ s an honest smile, this time.* Everyone knows who truely deserves that Girl Next Door title !
Ivy : *apparently regaining a bit of self-confidence* You’ re nice, honey… but there’ s also something else that bbothers me… I mean, I’ m busting my ass day after day training, doing exercises, trying to become the toughest woman in this company and she… she makes it to the finals thanks to TWO interferences, and she wins. The b**** wins !! It just disgusts me. I’ m working the hardest I can and SHE wins the title without doing any effort, letting other people do the dirty job for her.
Mysth : Exactly. And that is what will make her fall, while YOU will become an established Girl Next Door that everyone will respect and admire. YOU will become a legitimate WRESTLER ! You will show them that you don’ t need anybody’ s help ! And you will win that damn title !
Ivy : *Now totally self-confident again and rising her fist* That’ s right ! She is making this title worthless by not being able to make her way to the top by herself ! I must show her what a TRUE woman is made of ! It iis my duty, as a Girl Next Door wrestler to take that belt from her and to make the GND title a recognized achievement that everyone shall admire !!
Mysth : YEAH !! That’ s the attitude ! That’ s my Ivy !
Ivy : *smiling happily at him* Thanks for telling me all that, honey. It’ s good to have you by my side in such situations.
Mysth : Hey, I wouldn’ t deserve to be your boyfriend if I didn’ t remind you that you’ re the greatest woman on Earth when you need to.
Ivy : *blushing a bit, but is still smiling* Aaaww… you’ re so kiiiind…
Mysth : Now girl, we’ ve gotta focus on your next match. A tables match is one of the toughest challenges there can be, and it’ s the perfect opportunity to show your skills, let’ s go to the training room !! *Mysth immediately rushes to the door of the locker room, about to go out*
Ivy : HONEY !!
Mysth : What ?
Ivy : You’ re almost completely nude…
Mysth : OH CRAP !!
*Ivy chuckles, even if she believes Mysth did that on purpose in order to make her laugh, and that seems to make her even happier.*
*And we go to the next segment.*
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Post by Mystery on Sept 17, 2007 15:47:26 GMT -5
*Mystery is walking backstage when she passes both Sum GUy & Todd Grisham.*
Todd: You go do it!!
Sum: No, you go do it!!!
Todd: No, you go do it!!!
Sum: No way man. You go do it!!!
Todd: Damn it, I did it last time. Hey, I know...get Mikey. He'll try anything!
Sum & Todd: Hey Mikey, want a job?
*Mikey Whipwreck walks into frame.*
Mikey: Naw, my mom won't let me.
Todd: Mikey, what your mom doesn't know won't hurt her.
*They both push Mikey Whipwreck towards Mystery.*
Mikey: Um, ok...I guess. Hey Mystery, can I talk to you for a minute?
Mystery: Wow! Mikey Whipwreck! This is truly an honor. I was actually a huge fan of yours. Anything for you.
Mikey: Hey, this isn't so bad. *Todd Grisham walks up & whispers something into Mikey's ear.* You're kidding me, right? Um, Mystery...I'm supposed to ask you about your match this week against Dr. Vivian Anemone.
Mystery: Again? She's back again?
Mikey: Well, you're back. And you look in good shape. And Dr. Vivian is still bald because of you.
Mystery: That's not fair. That's not why I am here. That's not why I am here. Do you hear me? That's not why I am here!!!
Mikey: Then why are you here?
Mystery: I am here You don't have to worry I can see... I can see your tears ....your tears I'll be there in a hurry when you call Yes I will Friends are there to catch you when you fall Here's my shoulder Here's my shoulder, you can lean on me
Mikey: What does that mean?
Mystery: Don't question me!!!
*Mystery lunges at Mikey & applies a mandible claw, shoving him back into the wall. Mystery releases the hold & walks off. Mikey is sitting against the wall, big smile on his face, with the back of his head bleeding from hitting the wall.*
Todd & Sum: Hey Mikey!!! He likes it!!!
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Post by Lamont "The Don" Robinson on Sept 17, 2007 19:49:21 GMT -5
*On a Clear September night, Joe One is scene walking towards the parking lot with his keys in hand. He hears a voice behind him.*
Sum Guy: *running* I'm....Sum Guy and...*catches up to One*...I hate running....*pant* Joe One!
One: What in the world do you want?
Sum Guy: What are your thoughts on your upcoming match against Dorf?
One: I have no thoughts. I intend to win, and I know that that will be the outcome.
*One finds his car, a black Rolls-Royce, unlocks the door and steps inside.*
One: Now if you'll excuse me, I must be off.
*One closes the door, revs the engine, and speeds off. Sum Guy looks on in disdain. Just then, he hears loud rap music behind him. A stretch limo/hummer pulls up near the back entrance. Sum Guy runs towards it.*
Sum Guy: OOH! A SCOOP!
*The door of the limo opens and out jumps a tall, good-looking black man wearing a gucci suit. He notices Sum Guy and looks confused.*
Sum Guy: Hey! Who are you? A basketball?
Man: *annoyed* Yo, ease up wit' dat. I'm The Slam Prostitute, Lamont "The Don" Robinson.
Sum Guy: *Confused* You're a prostitute?
Lamont: *Sigh* Look, are you Dorf?
Sum Guy: No, I'm just Sum Guy!
Lamont: *putting his shades on* Yeah, apparently. Now if you'll excuse me, I gotta appointment with da owner of this joint.
*Lamont enters the Arena as Sum Guy looks on.*
S.G: Well, he seem niced *phone rings* hello? Hey, Candy! I made a new friend!
*fade to black*
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Post by Oceanic on Sept 18, 2007 15:33:10 GMT -5
In her dressing room Oceanic is on the floor stretching out for her match later on tonight. Along with her usual wardrobe she's wearing a hoodie sweatshirt that produces a ring from the pocket. She reaches into her pocket and pulls out her cell phone, mildly annoyed that her pre match ritual has been disturbed, but once she sees who's on the caller ID she smiles and answers. All you can hear is her end of the conversation.
"Hey 'Strom, what's up?..................Yeah, I know. I haven't been sleeping either...............I'm sorry I let you down at Skies The Limit............That's nice of you to say but let's be honest. If I wasn't busy dealing with Wingus and Dingus then I could have stopped The Draugr from interfering....................I know, but I still feel like it's on me..............You sure?.............Thanks but I'm still not happy about it................I'll make it up to you by taking care of The Upper Class Twits Of The Year for you later.................Hey, if you have a problem then I have a problem. That's how it works....................I don't know, maybe I'll rip Rating's nut sack open or something."
From the other end of the phone loud laughter can be heard. Oceanic grins and goes back to her conversation.
"I thought you might like that......................Yeah, I got one of those Fangoria rejects tonight...............They did do me a favor back when I was GM but that was a while ago. They're pretty fickle when it comes to loyalty it seems..........................Not really. What's he going to do? Recite goth poetry?......................It's in the bag. No worries.......................Really. I'll be fine.........................Thanks for the offer though...................Ok, good luck to you too. See you in a bit."
She hangs up and stands next to a table where her Tri State title is laying. She unzips her sweatshirt and takes it off, much to the delight of the hooting virgins and frat boys in the crowd, places her phone down, grabs her belt and walks out of the room.
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Tommy Wiseau
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Post by Rated X on Sept 18, 2007 17:47:31 GMT -5
*Cue backstage, where Chad Michaels is sitting on a fold-out chair, contemplating what happened at The Skies The Limit II. A dark bottle sits near him, and his head is in his hands. Steps can be heard, and a voice considerably less angry then the last time we heard it floats into range.
Voice:...So after taking on Madison in a friggin' Barbed Wire Steel Cage match, having to deal with some psycho named Mr. Bunny, dealing with the Draugr, and losing MASSIVE amounts of blood... I gotta defend my title against Carla O. Woe? Are you kidding? Damn it-"
It's Synthy Eris' voice, and apparentally, she's more irritated then pissed. She has the GND Title wrapped around her waist as she walks straight-up passed Chad without noticing him. His head peeks over his hands and his mouth drops as the woman of his dreams sashays past, cell phone in hand. She growls at her phone as she slams it shut, and Chad gets the idea that -now is his time-! He leaps up and chases after Synthy.*
Michaels:..Sy...Synthy-!
Syn: Eh? ....*Syn looks over her shoulder, the blood-filled eye immediately coming into view. Chad takes a step back, but manages a feeble grin.*
Chad: Are you alright, ....S..Synthy?
Syn: ...Jimmy Jacobs-...? *She blinks and reopens her eyes, and raises an eyebrow as Chad's tiny smile fades away.* Not quite. Do I know you?
Chad:....We...met a while ago....I'm Chad Michaels.
Syn: Ah. Huh. I can't remember. .. Nice to meet you again, I guess.
*Chad looks dejected but at Eris' last comment, his feeble grin appears again.* Listen, I wanted to ask you-
*Suddenly lyrics ring out from Syn's front pocket. Dip my tail in blood ink, Write it down in red. A beat ticks by and Syn holds up a finger and yanks it from her pocket. Her face immediately takes an angry glare, and mixed with her bloodied eye, and the newly-placed scar beneath the other one, makes Chad lose any confidence in this conversation.*
Syn:...What!?! Are you effing kidding me?... (Here, she looks at Chad) Listen, uh....Shad? I'll catch you some other time, I have business to attend to.
*Synthy stalks off, damn-near yelling at her phone, contradicting her normally chill-attitude, but Chad doesn't seem to notice. At the "..Catch you some other time", line, some of his hope had been restored. Chad even starts humming as the camera fades out.*
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Post by xombiehiphop on Sept 18, 2007 18:23:29 GMT -5
Sum Guy: I'm Sum guy an--
Wraith: Get the hell outta here!
Before the often abused interviewer can spout his usual random catch phrase he is violently shoved out of the picture by The Draugr's green haired powerhouse..Wraith. Sum drops his microphone in the process and Wraith retrieves it from the ground. He holds it out to Ghost Face who is sitting on a crate in the backstage area with the brim of his top hat covering his face and his hands placed atop of his cane..
Ghost Face:..Oceanic..a few months ago..when you had power..it strengthened your selfish desires. We offered our services to you to dispose of your enemies..and in turn..you fell right into our clutches. It only took a stroking of your ego for you to grant us the opportunity we had been seeking. Ironically..that opportunity you gave to us..will now be your undoing..
The fiend tilts his head upwards..
Ghost Face: ..Since your so engrossed with nautical references..I'll put this in a way that you can relate. ..You Oceanic..are merely a sailor..drifting without a purpose across the sea. ..We..are Charybdis..a monster intent on dragging you to the bottom of the ocean depths. ..Elite Perfection? ..They happen to be Scylla..do you know what that means? ..You are stuck between Scylla and Charybdis..between the devil and the deep blue sea..or in simplest terms..between a rock and a hard place..
The camera pans back to Wraith who's menacing red eyes begin narrowing into a hate filled glare
Wraith: ..I'm gonna make ya scream until yer voice is sore..lick up every drop of blood that falls..and then tear off yer pretty little head! It might look a little somethin' like this..
Wraith steps over to a white curtain and pulls it downwards. Behind this pristine curtain is a shrine of sorts..a very disturbing shrine. The center piece being Oceanic's severed head that is illuminated by candles. Not actually Oceanic's head but a disturbingly life like replica, covered in a red liquid. Very similar to the way Jason Vorhees kept his own mother's decapitated head in the Friday The 13th series. The scene ends with a close up of the prop..
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Post by Bedlam LadyD on Sept 19, 2007 15:51:03 GMT -5
She’s a killer... She’s a keeper... Am I blurry... In your vision? Cut me open, With precision And we’ll finger... The inci-sio-on... Tell me what have I done? -Quid pro quo- To watch you lose....... CONTROL?!
The lights flicker and fall into a dark purple. The Toomi-tron changes, and the lights flicker to silver and a lavender color. Synthy Eris, the New Girl Next Door Champion, steps out. Her appearance has changed somewhat. Two small braids, one set a deep blue, the other bright red, highlight either side of her head, dangling to the sides of her face. Her fuchsia hair has been tamed and slicked back to back the two tiny braids more prominent, and gives her a definite ‘WOW’ look. Her normally glossy red lips are painted with a creamy beige color, with a slight sheen of sparkle covering. Her black eyeliner is more classy then her normal look, with light powder blue eye shadow merely accentuating her amethyst eyes. Her bell-bottomed pants are regular black, but have been sliced to halfway up her legs and the material has been replaced with zebra print. Her shirt is a white and black halter top that connects as a thick strap around her back and around her neck. She wears no jewelry -showing off previously unseen tattoos on her wrists- other then her ankh necklace, a Celtic cross ring, and the beautiful Championship wrapped around her waist. She strides to the ring, nothing personal carrying on her face.
The woman also sports several new bruises, cuts and abrasions, and sports a vicious black eye. The crowd has been going wild the entire time, cheering her name and alternating with GND chants. Synthy stands still in the ring, and after a moment makes a motion to the Toomi Tron.
Synthy Eris has a death grip on the mic in her hand. She raises it to her lips and begins to speak in a very enunciated, careful manner.
Syn: I cried. I. Cried. That.. alone should tell you what this belt means to me. But, I have this incredible urge to actually speak. To elaborate on my feelings. Madison the Clown Girl is a hellcat. I’m battered, bruised, and nearly got decimated. I honestly do feel that schizophrenic little nutcase caused us to have a five star match... if you discount all the *She clears her throat* run-ins that I oh-so-despise. But, I’m in a good mood, thusly, they’re forgiven.
Anyway, as you can see, I’ve achieved what I believe to be my biggest goal that I set out for myself. The rebirth of this belt...like a phoenix from flame...I knew it had to be glorious. I knew it had to be magnificent, and I wanted to be the one to bring it back. The very being inside me...my very core was begging of me to bring this beautiful Championship back into it’s worthy place in the spotlight. Since I started here...damn. Has it really only been since March? I’ve been through so many events already in my career. But this...
This is the ultimate platform I had to ascend before I could truly call myself great. My ascension to the top ranks of ... Oh, screw formalities. I’m damn proud of myself. I fought the insanity inside a barbed wire cage, kept my pride intact, and managed to beat out a genuinely psychotic woman who thirsted for my blood and this belt? Damn skippy I’m in a good mood! A few exceptions that are nagging at me, but... I’ll deal with those when I’m no longer on a triumph high.
*Synthy lowers her mike, worry in her eyes as she pulls out the other half to Juri’s yin-yang necklace from her pocket. She places it around her neck with a nod, but then returns the mike to her lips.
Syn: I won. *She whispers this as she takes off the Championship and places it in front of her. She sits on knees in front of it, and smiles. Her mouth wavers, and she whispers another bit.* I bled and ached for this title, I hurt people for this title. I am not going to give it up easily....... I thank you all for standing beside me....I'm not used to-
*Before she can continue onward, however, a major, unwanted figure steps into view. The Italian Intro isn’t’ even finished as he stands there.
PEOPLE -people, people...- IF FEELS SO -GOOD- TO BE BA-ACK...
Cassinova, back into full-blown Ass mode, struts his way down to the ring, a smirk firmly in place and his belt placed on his arm. Synthy has noticed her adversary and quickly stood back up, placing the belt around her waist in a befitting manner and crossing her arms as Cassinova steps into the ring. She doesn’t look pleased, to say the very least. Cassinova yanks a mike from the announcer, and Synthy has a tight grip on her own.
Cassinova: Fate once again proves me right. I always knew that everything you did was based on luck. Synthetic Hair, if it weren’t for that lame-ass Andry...andro... chick-dude saving your ass that belt would be around that clown-babe’s waist, as opposed to your...thunder thighs. So, don't be so proud of yourself for winning on Wednesday... seriously. If I weighed 56 pounds like Madison does, I wouldn't be able to get out from under those epic hips either!
*The crowd ooohs at this, but Synthy shrugs, shakes her head and tuts.*
Synthy: Freakin’ mood nazi, I swear. Do you get off on f***king up people’s good moods, or were you born beneath a let’s-piss-people-off-to-make-ME-feel better star? You ruin Juri’s sympathetic friendship toward you, you mock that ... dismal drunkard Jimmy.. Err Chad... you take these wretched shots at me every given opportunity... which, I’ll admit, I -may- actually like them. I like people’s attempts at abuse. Especially when they’re so bad I can laugh it off like they were dandelion fluff...
Cassinova: How dare you, lard ass, compare me to a weed?! I am THE Ox-Division Champion, and I could out-sexy you on your best day, even if I got hit by a bus and had frostbite. In fact -I- could make a better GND Champ then you, considering I look better in leather, and could probably get more guys then you...
Syn: .... You just told me a lot more then I ever needed to know. No one needs an image of you dressed in leather pants dancing with a man. Then again, it does explain an awfully lot... You look better suited for an Herbal Essences commercial then a wrestling ring.
Casisnova: I’m beginning to realize you’ve got a ventedda... vednetta...a problem with people prettier then you. Just because the Malboro Man strives to be as manly as you...
*Syn cuts him off* And you look more feminine than that Mella wench, but... since you seem so concentrated on -my- particular looks...
Cass: Looks like a rainbow puked on you...
Synthy: I’m beginning to wonder if you may have a lil’ crush on the current GND Champ. *She speaks in a very mocking tone, and Cass’ look rivals the hatred that’s oozed onto her face.*
Cass: Right, like I’d ever fall for a mannish witch like you. My standards are far above gutter trash post-grunge punks.
Synthy: Ah. But you do know what they say about ... Witches...
Cassinova: Yeah, they say to burn them at the stake... which I wouldn’t mind doing to you...
Syn: Once you go witch.... you’ll never switch.
*The audience claps and starts a chant of WITCH-Y SYNTH-Y as Cassinova’s mouth drops. Words do not describe his owlish/ O.O look. Alongside this, Synthy looks positively fiendish with her moment of goofiness. She shrugs and immediately loses her rather uncharacteristic cheerfulness when Cassinova takes a few steps toward her.
Both of them stare each other down, each having a hand clenched near their respective Championships and a glare in their faces. It’s eerie how easily they can mirror the other’s emotions, and Synthy shakes her head.
Synthy: I warned you before, Mr. Clearwater, to stop messing with me. I warned you that I would try my damnedest to break that eerie connection that seems to have formed between you and I. The day that you and I can tangle in -this- ring will be a very happy day for me, indeed. But for the moment, not even your presence can ruin my Victory.
Cassinova: Ruin? Hah, I make you look good by just acknowledging you. You have everything to gain from our little "connection." Believe me, looks better for you to be talking with THE Ox-Division Champion with a title around your waist then it does for me to be chatting with some faux fuchsia freak amazonian bitch. And YES, as a matter of fact, I did just say all that without messing up a word. Kudos to me, yo.
Syn: Egotistical, eggheaded-
Cass: Egghead? I believe I do take offense to that, ma'am! I look nothing like Adam Sandler...
Synthy: You’re so goddamned exasperating!
Cass: I don't have a big word to counter that, but you look like this guy who owes me 20 bucks!
Both: AGH.
Synth: ..I f**king abhor you so much...
Cassinova: What’s a boar got to do anything? There’s not an ounce of fat on this muscle, unlike you, who bleeds donut frosting and sweats French dressing.
Syn: *She pops her neck and steps forward to Cassinova, standing directly in front of him.* You just never know when to quit, do you?
Cass: I, quit? Never. Get out of my face, fatty, your hair’s blinding my beautiful eyes.
*He leans in even closer so that their noses touch. His cocky, deep blue eyes and her burning fuchsia ones stare directly into one another.*
Synthy: Incompetent, loathsome jackass...
Cassinova: Juri didn’t think so after she spent a few days with me.
Syn: *She stands still and yet...her mouth twitches.* ....
*She lets out a growlish howl and pulls her fist back, but Cassinova sees it coming and stumbles back before she can land the hit. Synthy lets out another snarl and Cassinova quickly exits the ring, adding -“She wasn’t worth my time anyway!”
Synthy lets out a scream and lunges after him. The belt sways loosely on her hips as she begins chasing after "THE Ox-Division Champ", who takes a step back and scampers away as fast as he possibly can. Ahead of her by a good ten feet, Cassinova turns around and beckons her on, mockingly, before turning and running away.
The audience is left with an image of the Fuchsia-haired Diva Killer as she chases after the clever, conniving metrosexual-with-an-edge, before we
CUT TO A COMMERCIAL.
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Post by dorf on Sept 20, 2007 21:24:56 GMT -5
*Camera fades backstage to where dorf is standing around, a bit worried...Heiden-Dorf is right there.*
Dorf: Look at this match board...ridiculous for that Toomi to do something against me.
Heiden-Dorf: *grunts* Me know....me have legs...again....oh well, me still have....CHEESE SANDWICH *gets it from his pocket and eats it*
*All of a sudden, Joe One appears out of nowhere and scuffles an attack on dorf/Heiden-Dorf....as the camera man focuses well to a camera fading to black for a commercial.*
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Post by xombiehiphop on Sept 21, 2007 14:02:01 GMT -5
The Fink: "The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is for the EWT Tri State Championship!"
The crowd is very pumped for the match already as "From Sinking" comes on and Oceanic walks out from the back, receiving a pop which she hasn't had for quite some time.
The Fink: "Introducing first, from Kauai Hawaii and weighing in at 126lbs, she is the current EWT Tri State champion.................................OCEANIC!"
She stops at the top of the ramp and smiles, surprised about the reactions she's getting, and heads down the ramp, occasionally slapping five with a random fan. She enters the ring and hops up on the buckles holding the belt over her head to more cheers. She hops down off the buckles and places the belt over her shoulder, looking up the ramp to wait for her opponent.
What we hear next is, in fact, not Wraith's entrance theme. No, it's "The 3 Karma" which belongs to the leader of The Draugr: Ghost Face. Amidst a fog effect the figure of macabre grappler is revealed. He holds his cane in one hand and a microphone in the other. He waits for his theme to die down before raising the mic to his lips
Ghost Face: "As you can no doubt see..I am not Wraith. The reason why I am out here is because Wraith has so graciously decided to forfeit his title shot and found that the only person suitable enough for the task..is me. He is unable to compete tonight due to the untimely passing of his..(a noticeable pause) ..Grandmother.."
Ghost Face places a hand on his chest in a mock display of sincerity as the crowd boo's heavily, not buying this explanation for a moment.
Ghost Face: "..But you were doomed from the start. Oceanic..you are the lamb..I am the slaughter.."
A static feed is heard as Ghost Face tosses his microphone over his shoulder and casts aside his pre-match items as he heads to the ring. Although she's confused about the switcheroo Oceanic doesn't care who she faces tonight. The bell rings and the two circle each other before locking up. Oceanic gets the advantage early with a side headlock but Ghost Face shoves her off and shoulder blocks her down to the mat. Ghost Face hits the ropes as Oceanic gets up, leapfrogs him, and hits the ropes herself. She goes for a cross body but Ghost Face ducks it and responds with a clothesline. Ghost Face picks her up for a body slam but Oceanic rolls through it and attempts a Small Package.
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Kickout. Ghost Face gets up only to get another side headlock and he again pushes her off. He goes for another clothesline but Oceanic catches his arm and winds it up. Ghost Face doubles over and Oceanic kicks him twice in the chest and finishes with an axe kick across the back of the neck. Ghost Face lands on the mat and Oceanic jumps on his back with a rear chin lock. Ghost Face manages to wriggle out of it and hits Oceanic with an elbow drop. He sends her into the ropes and attempts a spine buster but Oceanic lands a Thai elbow shot to the head and follows up with a front dropkick to the stomach. Ghost Face scrambles up to his feet and gets snapmared for his trouble. Oceanic sits him up and gives him a series of stiff kicks to the back, then hits the ropes and blasts her knee right in Ghost Face's mug. She goes for the cover.
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Kickout.
Oceanic goes to pull Ghost Face back to his feet but he surprises her with a jawbreaker that stunts the champion. With Oceanic clutching her jaw Ghost Face whips her chest first into the turnbuckles. As she stumbles backwards from the impact, Ghost Face quickly bounces off the opposing ropes to take her down with a side Clothesline. Ghost Face rolls Oceanic onto her back, grabbing a tight hold of her long black hair, and proceeds to grind her face into the mat and an attempt to embarrass her. The native of Kauai, Hawaii is drawn to her feet once again but is able to reverse an attempted whip into another turnbuckle. As she comes dashing for an attack she is caught with an elbow to the face, the sudden impact stunning her. Once again Ghost Face snatches a hold of her hair to yank his opponent over and lock in a choking version of Tarantula. The referee counts away at the illegal hold and Ghost Face releases it before he can be disqualified
Now on the apron Ghost Face springboards onto the ropes and dives off..but Oceanic brings him crashing to the mat with a leaping, martial arts style kick that finds it's target right on the ghoul's face. Oceanic takes a moment to shake the cobwebs before rushing the ropes and dives forward with a Rolling Senton, landing squarely across Ghost Face's chest. Ghost Face sets up, having the wind knocked right out of him. Oceanic responds with a sharp kick to the chest..followed by a Tajiri-esque attempt at a Head Kick which Ghost Face narrowly is able to duck. Having missed the kick, Oceanic's back is momentarily turned to her foe who quickly brings her down with a snapping Russian Leg Sweep. He makes a hasty cover..One..two..
Kickout. Ghost Face slams the mat in frustration and picks Oceanic up by the hair, getting booed by the fans in the process. He sends Oceanic into the ropes and sends her flying up in the air and landing stomach first across his knee. She lays on the mat grabbing her stomach in pain as Ghost Face licks his lips with sinister intentions, he's going to finish her. He climbs up the turnbuckles and measures his opponent and jumps off with the Embalmed Press but as he makes the final turn in his leap he realizes too late that Oceanic has moved and Ghost Face goes splat on the canvas. Both competitors are on the mat trying to regroup as the referee starts his count. He's up to three as Oceanic stirs first. She's up to one knee when the count reaches five and now Ghost Face is starting to get up. At the count of eight Oceanic is up. Ghost Face staggers up to his feet and turns to see Oceanic fly at him with a Lou Thesz Press and she begins to ground and pound with a series of elbows. She picks him up and sends him into the ropes, catching him with a Spinning Heel Kick. Ghost Face scrambles up again and he's taken down with a drop toe hold followed up by a Hangman's Clutch. Oceanic has him right in the middle of the ring and the ref is there to check for a tap, which Ghost Face isn't going to do. She cranks down on it harder but still Ghost Face isn't tapping. She has the hold in for a solid minute when suddenly she notices that two figures have appeared at the top of the ramp. They begin to walk down the aisle and it's none other than Ratings and Chance Confidence. Oceanic lets go of the hold and approaches the side of the ring, telling Elite Perfection to take a hike. They laugh and taunt her from the ringside area, allowing Ghost Face to regroup. Ratings makes a motion towards Oceanic like he's telling her to turn around and when she does she receives a Drop Sault right in the chest.
Oceanic makes a nasty thud as the pair of black boots crash into her chest. Ghost Face decides to use his vast, and rare, size advantage to his full disposal by hoisting Oceanic completely over his head with a Gorilla Press. He walks over to the nearest turnbuckle and drops the reigning champion stomach first across it. Oceanic lets out a bit of a gasp but has no time to gather up any oxygen as Ghost Face sprints forward and field goal punts her straight in the stomach. Oceanic flips back to the canvas, holding her stomach in agony. Ghost Face pulls Oceanic to the middle of the ring, shoving her head between his legs as he raises a fist skywards to draw the ire of the masses. Ghost Face lowers to wrap his arms around Oceanic's waist, attempting to spike her with a Piledriver but EWT mainstay holds onto his legs. As Ghost Face tries again, Oceanic shows her amazing flexibility by thrusting a leg upwards to catch her challenger on the bridge of his nose with the heel of her foot. Ghost Face releases the hold and Oceanic squirms free and darts to the ropes. On the rebound, Ghost Face mows her over with a Discuss Punch that lands directly onto the side of her head.
Creeping behind the fallen Oceanic, Ghost Face maneuvers his way close to the mat so he can sink in a Corba Clutch. Oceanic is drug to her feet and even lifted off the mat as Ghost Face throttles her about, sinking the hold in even tighter. Oceanic is on her knee's and the ref begins to drop her hand to see if she has slipped off into an unconscious state. But Oceanic's hand shoots up before the third time, the crowd bursting into cheers, and she begins to slowly get to her feet. Pressing a foot on the middle rope, Oceanic manages to flip her way behind Ghost Face and free herself from the Cobra Clutch. Ghost Face spins around and is nailed with an Enziguri to the side of the head, the smack rebounding off his flesh.
Oceanic appears to be making another comeback as she nails Ghost Face with a Back Breaker and follows it up with the Lionsault/Double Legdrop combo. She hits Ghost Face with a swinging neckbreaker and hits the ropes but suddenly she's tripped up by Ratings and she lands hard on the mat. Ratings and Chance laugh it up as Oceanic picks herself up off the mat and turns to her two enemies but Ghost Face hits her with a forearm across the back. He sends her into the ropes and attempts a back body drop but Oceanic jumps onto his back, leaps over to the top rope, and jumps a third time with a Corkscrew dive on Elite Perfection on the outside. She takes her frustration out on Ratings, blasting him over and over again, as Chance lays on the outside mat. Ghost Face leaves the ring and attempts to break it up but Oceanic turns and knees him right in the stomach. She throws Ghost Face into the steel steps and crashes with a mighty thud. Chance comes to his senses and he tries to get the jump on her but suddenly Oceanic turns and gives him blue mist right in the face. Chance stumbles around blinded and trips over himself, falling to the ground. Oceanic goes back to Ghost Face and throws him into the ring. She climbs up onto the apron and waits for Ghost Face to rise up. Ghost Face is now vertical and Oceanic leaps up onto the top rope for a Springboard Dropkick but suddenly Ratings is up and right as Oceanic's feet land on the top rope he grabs her ankle and yanks it. Oceanic falls backwards and her throat lands squarely on the top rope. She falls onto the ring apron, grabbing at her throat as Ghost Face sees his opportunity. He grabs her by the hair and drags her back in the ring and immediately he hits her with the Ghost Buster, her face crashing into the mat as her feet stick straight up into the air for a moment. He hooks the leg and covers.
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The Fink: "Here is your winner, and NEW EWT Tri State champion......................GHOST FACE!"
Ghost Face rises to his feet, pressing a palm on the back of his neck while holding his free fist upwards, celebrating his hard fought, but completely tainted, win. "The 3 Karma" begins to play to further signify his victory. The audience boo's as Ghost Face is handed the Tri-State Title which he hoists high above his head for all to see. He climbs onto the middle rope and shows it off once more just so he can soak in the negativity that is raining down upon him. Ghost Face exits the ring and starts to back up the ramp while slinging the title over his shoulder. Ratings grabs one of Ghost Face's wrist and holds it high while Chance, who has finally managed to get the majority of the mist out of his eyes but is still somewhat blinded, raises the other. Oceanic clutches her face as she begins to sit up but her eyes can be seen through a few of her fingers and they are narrowed into an intense glare. Ghost Face, Ratings and Chance stand on the entrance ramp as Oceanic continues to glare at the two men who helped rob her of the Tri-State Championship..
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Post by bollywood on Sept 21, 2007 14:40:21 GMT -5
EWT ARENA – BACKSTAGE (Mahavir Abha and his lovely and lusty girlfriend Jasmyne are seen talking to someone off-camera) Mahavir: “Ha-ha, trust Mahavir, friend. He knows what he is doing. After I’m done with you, you be big star. All of Mumbai welcome you with open arms. Just don’t Richard Gere it, yes? He horny man. As horny as Mahavir. Not horny as Jasmyne, though. She big slut, aren’t you, Jasmyne?” Jasmyne: (sultry tone) “I am, baby.” Mahavir: “Ha-ha, she wears it like badge. Proud of it, she is. Anyway, let us begin first lesson, yes? In Bollywood—and that California film place thing, I don’t know what they call it. Starts with an “H”, I think—cameras everywhere. Paparazzi always looking for next time Big Maha step out of adult picture show. You call policemen “Popo”; we call paparazzi “Papo”. Well, actually only Mahavir calls them that. Give it time. It’ll be the next “Suit up”, yes? You’ll see. Back to lesson: when picture taken, you must have a good smile. Smile that says “Look at me, I’m big movie star! I’m not letting that indecent exposure fine get me down.” Smile means everything. Take my smile for instance.” (Mahavir flashes his trademark wide-ass grin) Mahavir: “See? Flawless smile, yes? Yes? Yes, it is. Jasmyne has good smile too. Jasmyne! Show him your smile.” (Jasmyne poses seductively while flashing a provocative grin, finishing it up with a wink. Mahavir leans in over her shoulder, looking at the person they are talking to off-camera) Mahavir: “Like what you see, yes? Okay, you’ve seen Mahavir’s smile. You’ve seen Jasmyne’s smile. Now, it is time for us to see YOUR SMILE! So, SMILE AWAY!” (The camera pans to the left to reveal Liam O’Neill, bearing a menacing grin. With his unkempt natural orange hair hanging over his face, his posture somewhat slouched and breathing heavily while rubbing his hands together, he looks more like a psychopath than a red carpet star, a fact that Mahavir quickly picks up on) Mahavir: “Uh… yeah, t-that’s not that a good smile. I-It is kind of scaring Mahavir.” (Liam’s smile drops as he throws his arms up in frustration) Liam: “Argh! It’s no use! This whole thing is pointless. It’s just like Coach said: I’m nothing but a waste of time.” Mahavir: “That’s not true. It is complete opposite of true. It is… (thinks for a second) …not true. Yeah, that sounds right. You have a gift, Liam. And I will make sure you find that talent of yours you lost so long ago.” Liam: (paranoia setting in) “Y-You haven’t told anyone about it, have you? Y-You know… t-t-the… (whispers) …secret?” Mahavir: “No! Not a soul. Only ones who know is you, Mahavir & Jasmyne. Well, maybe not Jasmyne, she is not that smart. Jasmyne! Do remember Liam’s secret?” Jasmyne: “Colors are pretty.” Mahavir: “See, not much going on in that sexy little head of hers. Ah, but she makes it up in other areas, yes?” Liam: “Good, because if they were to find out… I’ll be a laughing stock.” Voice: (Off camera) “Be a laughing stock?” (Immediately, Liam recognizes the familiar voice and hangs his head before turning to face the approaching Team Ireland led by Coach O’Hare and flanked by Liam’s former teammates: Aidan Donnelly, Shane Malone & Sean McCann) O’Hare: “Did you just say, “you’ll be a laughing stock”? Open your eyes, Liam. You already are. That’s why you never had what it took to make it in Team Ireland. That is why you became nothing but a burden to me and your fellow teammates. Without you, we’re better than ever.” (O’Hare grabs his former protégé by the chin and forces him to make eye contact with his previous mentor) O’Hare: “Look at us, Liam! After this week, you’ll be looking at the new EWT Toolshed Champion: “The Celtic Giant” Shane Malone!” (O’Hare places a hand on Malone’s shoulder, who remains still as he glares at his former teammate) O’Hare: “And after we kick the arses of TJT, you’ll be calling Aidan Donnelly and Sean McCann two-time EWT Tag Team Champions. Right, boys?” (Aidan nods with a smirk and a snicker to Liam while Sean is apparently preoccupied trying to flirt with Jasmyne, much to O’Hare’s anger) O’Hare: “SEAN!!!” (The shout snaps the so-called “Don Juan of Donegal” out of his trance) Sean: “Sorry.” (O’Hare turns back to Liam) O’Hare: “You see, Liam? We’re better without you. We’re winners. And you… you’re nothing but a loser.” (The members of Team Ireland (with the exception of Malone) laugh as Liam looks as if he is on the verge of tears. It is then when Mahavir decides to step in and defend his newly found friend) Mahavir: (To O’Hare) “Hey, Mr. Baseball! Why so cruel?” (O’Hare fixes his glare at Mahavir) O’Hare: “Oh, and speaking of losers. The way I see it, you and Liam are made for each other. That includes your little whore girlfriend as well.” Mahavir: “First off, what you said about Jasmyne… is probably true. And she’s proud of it. Secondly, you don’t know a thing about Liam. He is star in making.” O’Hare: (unconvinced) “What? You blathering about that little “secret” of his. You must’ve born with your head up your arse, boy. Face the facts, the lad’s useless.” (Mahavir pauses for a moment before looking over his shoulder at Liam) Mahavir: “Liam, does uh… coach here know about your ‘secret’?” (intimidated by his prior faction, Liam shakes his head rapidly to Mahavir while staring at the ground) Mahavir: (smiling) “I see, so he doesn’t know.” O’Hare: (smirking) “Know what?” Mahavir: “Well, I can’t tell you. It wouldn’t be a secret then, wouldn’t it? But once I’m done with Liam’s training, he is going to be the biggest star not just in Ireland, but the entire world.” (O’Hare snickers at proclamation until he notices the rare sign of seriousness on Mahavir’s face) O’Hare: “You… you’re joking right?” Mahavir: “Mahavir makes jokes with his friends…” (He rests his hand on Liam’s shoulder) Mahavir: “Mahavir doesn’t make jokes about his friends.” (O’Hare seems to have become lost in thought regarding Mahavir’s statements. His team quickly catches on and Aidan brings him back into reality with a tap on the shoulder) Aidan: “Coach, you actually don’t believe what he’s saying, right? I mean, look at him: he’s clearly an eejit!” O’Hare: “Y-Yeah, your right, Aidan. Come on, lads. It’s almost time to bring EWT gold back to Team Ireland.” (The faction from the Emerald Isles depart—not before Sean giving Jasmyne the “call me” hand gesture. As they walk away, Mahavir turns to Liam with his trademark smile) Mahavir: “Now, let us get back to work.” (Liam smiles and nods anxiously as the camera fades to black)
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Ratings
Dennis Stamp
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"YAY!"
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Post by Ratings on Sept 22, 2007 11:33:51 GMT -5
EWT ARENA – ELITE PERFECTION LOCKER ROOM
A close-up of a bottle of champagne being open, the cork flying off screen. The laughter of two familiar voices can be heard and as the camera zooms out to get a better look at the two men. Those in the arena watching via the new ToomitronHD (HD = High Dorfinition) jeer in displeasure as they see both members of Elite Perfection: Chance Confidence and Ratings. Dressed in their expensively imported suits, the pair continue to laugh as Ratings pours two glasses of champagne.
Chance: “Did you get a look at OC’s face when she realized that she had lost her Tri-State title to Ghost Face because of US.”
Ratings: (chuckling) “No artist past, present or future could capture that priceless expression that will forever be embedded in my memory.”
Ratings sets the bottle down after finishing preparing the two glasses of bubbly. He hands one of the glasses to Chance and both men raise their glasses.
Ratings: “To Ghost Face’s victory.”
Smiling, Chance raises his head in polite protest.
Chance: “Ah… to Oceanic’s defeat.”
Ratings: (grinning) “I’ll drink to that.”
They laugh in amusement as they cling their glasses together before taking a sip.
Chance: “So, our business with the Draugr… we’re they satisfied with our payment?”
Ratings: “All 3 million dollars of it. They don’t come cheap, but then again, they are hired guns and we do have deep pockets.”
Chance: “And thanks to our play in Ghost Face’s recent title victory, we have some leverage if we ever need their assistance again.”
Ratings: “Indeed.”
They stop to take another sip of champagne before continuing their conversation.
Ratings: “So, what’s next?”
Chance: “We defeated them at Skies the Limit and have taken away ended one’s reign champion, but ‘Strom and OC are like cockroaches. If we’re going to take care of them, we need to do it while they’re weak.”
Ratings: “I agree. We shouldn’t dwindle on such a meaningless feud when we have already proved our superiority. Lilo and her little b**** on hanging on the edge and their downfall is drawing near.”
Chance: “But first, we have deal with Tenacious J & A.”
Ratings: (snickers) “A simple task. Victory is assured.”
Chance: “Naturally. Axelander and Joberto have no idea who they are getting in the ring with.”
Ratings: “Still, I can’t help but look forward to showing Axel Halaway who truly is: a mere and common poser. He wears our colors, he hits our clubs, he acts like he is one of us but his reality is nothing but a fantasy. Posers like him are a dime a dozen and elite such as ourselves are a rarity in this world.”
Chance: “Well said.”
Ratings: “I thought so too. And what of that walking eyesore, Jobby McJobberston.”
Chance: “What’s there to be said about him? Nothing. He is a nobody. Not even qualified as an afterthought. He is nothing but a burden not just to his partner, but to the human race.”
Ratings: (mock grimace) “Sometimes the truth hurts as if it is impaling the soul.”
Chance snickers as he raises his glass to Ratings.
Chance: “To us.”
Ratings smiles and raises his glass
Ratings: “To victory.”
They cling their glasses together again and take a sip as the camera fades to black.
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Post by Toom E. Guci on Sept 22, 2007 21:52:24 GMT -5
*dorf storms into the office portion of Toom E Dangerously.*
dorf: What the hell is this? Me versus Joe One? That's just...just....just....not nice!!!
Toom E: Not nice? Harsh words there dorf.
dorf: Shut up, Ok. You have got to be kidding me on this.
Toom E: Ok, let me ask you this? Where the hell have you been this past week if you're just NOW noticing this genius?
*Lanny Poffo sticks his head in the room.*
Lanny: You called? Am I booked?
Toom E: No!!!
Lanny: Am I still on the payroll though?
dorf: GET OUT YOU IDIOT, WE'RE BUSY!!!!
Lanny: Why, I never!
Toom E: Look dorf...you're a former champion. Joe One is enjoying his time as champion & wants to prove himself against former champions. You're still under contract, so why not? I see no harm in it.
dorf: He threw jz out of a damn plane!!!
Toom E: You granted the match...not me.
dorf: A FREAKING PLANE!!!
Toom E: He did land in a pile of hay. Strategically placed hay. Look...don't worry about it. You'll be fine...I promise. Just as fine as I was against Heiden-dorf. Now if you'll excuse me partner...I have some business to attend to elsewhere.
*Toom E gets up & walks out as dorf stands in the room, fuming.*
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TJT
AC Slater
It's fun to be perfect.
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Post by TJT on Sept 22, 2007 22:25:24 GMT -5
*At the entrance to the EWT Arena, the main double doors swing open, three familiar figures--and a less-than-awesome one--stand in the doorway. TJT, looking as though they've been reborn in some way, cockiness and pride oozing from their pores, take center stage with Jack Jupiter close behind. Thunder is smoking a rather large cigar, embers burning from the rich brown cover, closer and closer to his mouth.*
Thunder: Ah, back at last. *takes puff* I wonder if the world stood still...
Jupiter: The UNIVERSE would stand still for us.
Thunder: That's true, but due to that hostile takeover of Richaleu Industries, Thundercorp. is on the way to the top of the pack. Thanks for helping me out there, now I'm all the richer.
Jupiter: That's all fine and good, Jim...but I wonder...who are we defending against on this glorious week?
Terina: Oh, that one's easy.
Jupiter: Haha, of course it is! We're defending against the usual--two Neanderthals with bones made of glass, skin made of paper, and brains the size of pecans.
Terina: No, that would be Team Ireland we're facing.
Jupiter: *eyes get large, as he thinks* Ah well, no problem.
Thunder: They got an edge over us before...but that was luck!
Jupiter: ...yeah, you're right! How foolish of me to worry. Besides, nobody has proven that they can beat us by pinfall or submission--and really, since--
Thunder: Agh, forget it, Jason. You think waaaaaaaay too much of this sort of shit.
Terina: Hah. Anyway boys...and Jack...let's go. You need some training. You have fallen WAY out of line since break.
Thunder: You're crazy.
*Terina pulls out a hand mirror and hands it to Jimmy, who opens it up as she points to an area on his chin. He scans around nondescriptly for a bit, and just as he's about to shrug off, he yells in terror.*
Thunder: AAAAAAAAH! A STRAY HAIR! HOW DID THAT GET ON MY CHIN?! I SHAVED!!! DIDN'T I?
Terina: Out. Of. Line.
Thunder: *smiles weakly* Maybe babe...you have a point. Let's get going then, before someone sees me in this state....*starts mumbling hysterically as he walks into the arena, Jason, Terina and Jack following behind him. Jack falls behind, turning back to the doors and closing them.*
Jack: *closing door* ...and they think I'm the pathetic one...
*FADE OUT*
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Post by thesunshinesquad on Sept 23, 2007 10:25:47 GMT -5
If You're Happy and You Know It starts up, as the crowd boos heavily, the bell sounding to start off this next match, as the horrifying bald Dr. Vivian Anemone steps out from the back, looking absolutely overjoyed to be out here, as she jumps around atop the rampway, starting to eagerly skip down towards the ring, wearing a top showing a graphic of what looks like a crying rose, which has been set ablaze.
Announcer: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from the Land of Imagination, weighing in at 159 pounds, Dr. Vivian Anemone!
The crowd boos louder as Vivian giggles, waving manically to her "loving" fans, before hopping onto the ring apron, walking to the corner of the ring, kneeling down in the ring, as she seems ready to face her opponent, an eager looking smile on her twisted face. Soon enough, the enigma known as Mystery walks out to silence, slowly heading down the rampway, looking back and forth, seeming to be rather insecure. It's clear that this match will be between two very unbalanced women.
Announcer: And the opponent, from Parts Unknown, weighing in at.... an undisclosed amount, Mystery!
Mystery runs over and slides into the ring, backing up to another nearby turnbuckle, as he kneels as well, both women looking over at each other, certainly no strangers to each other. They both rise up, walking to the center of the ring, as they slowly start circling each other, then locking up! Vivian takes Mystery into an arm wrench, delivering a few elbows to the area, Mystery however quickly countering into an Arm Wrench of her own, grabbing and taking Anemone into a top wrist lock, Anemone looking on, slowly spinning out of the hold and taking Mystery into a headlock, then spinning behind and putting on a hammerlock, Mystery delivering a quick elbow, then spinning around, taking Anemone down with a Snapmare. She runs off the ropes for a front dropkick, hitting Anemone and putting her down on the mat. Mystery quickly leaps atop for a cover. 1....2
Anemone kicks out. Mystery slowly rises up, clutching her masked head, as she yanks Anemone off the mat, only to recieve a kick to the gut, as Vivian grabs and takes Mystery down with a Gutwrench Suplex. She immediately starts stomping across the chest area of her opponent, then turning around and hitting a quick standing moonsault press. Mystery grasps at the area as he starts to rise up, Vivian immediately grabbing her again, delivering a few knees to the stomach, then hoisting Mystery up into a scoop slam to the mat! She leaps up for a high elbow drop, but Mystery rolls out of the way, Vivian grasping the elbow slightly, as she quickly rises back up, into a rake of the eyes from Mystery! She yelps, stumbling back, as Mystery charges, shoving Vivian to the mat and blatantly choking her opponent! The referee quickly exercises his five count, Mystery breaking it up on four. She sits Vivian up, then delivering a nasty kick to the back of the neck, Vivian grimacing, as Mystery goes for the cover. 1....2
Anemone kicks out again. Mystery quickly yanks the woman back up to her feet, looking for a swinging neckbreaker, Vivian however catching her in mid swing with another kick to the stomach, countering into a Hangman's Neckbreaker! Mystery lands seated as Anemone looks on with a big grin, now grabbing Mystery by the throat and choking her in response! The referee once again breaks this up to, as Mystery rolls aside, rising back to her feet, as Vivian charges forward, grabbing Mystery for a Tornado DDT, but the masked women quickly pushing her off, Vivian however immediately leaping upon landing for a high dropkick, nailing Mystery right between the eyes! She stumbles back into the ropes, as Vivian runs over, straddling her neck first on the bottom rope, then standing atop, holding the ropes for leverage, as she chokes Mystery further! The crowd boos, as the referee yet again breaks thio up, now giving Anemone a warning. Mystery clutches the neck, as Vivian pulls her off from the ropes, sitting on her back and delivering from clubbing blows to the side of the neck! Mystery quickly manages to pushes Anemone off, as she rises slowly, Vivian quickly following for a drop toe hold, Mystery however seeing this coming, leaping over and coming down atop with an elbow drop to the back! Vivian yelps, as Mystery leaps atop her back, quickly taking Anemone into a Rear Naked Choke! Vivian almost immediately gets a foot on the bottom rope, as another choke is forced to break. Mystery growls a bit, yanking Anemone up by the skull, sending her off into the turnbuckle, then charging after, Vivian getting a boot up, catching Mystery in the jaw, as she stumbles back, the doctor then sprining off the second rope, coming off and hitting a Flipping Neck Breaker! Mystery clutches further, as Vivian goes for a cover of her own. 1....2..
Mystery kicks out. Anemone looks a bit annoyed, as she quickly pulls Mystery up, delivering a quick flurry of forearms right across the face, dazing Mystery, as she quickly pulls her up for a Brainbuster, Mystery however wriggling free, dropping behind and leaping up for a Lung Blower, Vivian crumpling at this move, as Mystery rolls out from underneath, yanking Vivian back up, pulling her down across a knee for a backbreaker, yanking her back up, then following with a Russian Leg Sweep! She then takes the opportunity, grabbing and applying a Triangle Choke, Anemone flailing a bit in this move, as she looks on in anger, MYstery continuing to stick with her intent to choke out the almost as crazed Anemone. Anemone looks on in pain, as she resists tapping out from this submission hold, reaching over with her free hand and trying to free her throat from Mystery's legs, to no avail. She groans, slowly pulling herself forward, Mystery holding on tight, to try and keep Anemone from going anywhere, the doctor slowly making her way to the ropes, looking on in annoyance, as she manages to latch onto the bottom rope, forcing Mystery to break another choke hold! She quickly does so, immediately getting up and looking on with intimidation at the referee, who looks quite disturbed, backing up now and trying to defend his actions, as Anemone suddenly runs over, grabbing the sights as she rolls up Mystery! 1....2....
NO! Mystery kicks out, as Vivian slaps her head in frustration, quickly rising back up, favoring that neck still, as she charges at the rising Mystery, grabbing her for a bulldog, Mystery however grabbing and throwing Anemone off, sneding her rolling back to her feet, as she springs back up, coming off the ropes, showing some amazing agility, flipping behind Mystery as she comes back, then pulling her down onto her knee for a gutbuster! Mystery clutches the stomach again, as Vivian giggles to herself, looking down at the fallen Mystery, running back off the ropes, leaping up high for a double knee drop, coming down across the stomach again, then rolling off, as she smiles, pulling Mystery up by the arms, then taking her right into a Monkey Flip, sending her stomach first onto the mat again! Vivian quickly runs over, looking for a submission of her own, applying a modified Mexican Surfboard, holding Mystery up with her legs, but using her arms to choke the woman once again! Mystery grunts in seeming pain, but starts trying to rock free of this move, using her free arms and trying to get Vivian off her neck. Vivian holds on tight, pulling back further and continuing to try and put Mystery under, determined to this masked freak. Eventually Mystery manages to break Vivian's hold on her throat, as she rolls onto her stomach, grabbing Vivian once again by the throat! Vivian looks on in horror, falling over o nher back, as Mystery continues to strangle, before the referee once again gets her off, being quite linient with this one. Vivian slowly rises back her feet, as Mystery grabs her by the neck, leaping up for a jumping neckbreaker, planting Anemone back into the mat! vivian rolls along the ground as Mystery once again attempts a pin. 1....2....
NO! Vivian gets the shoulder up. Mystery looks quite annoyed, as she pulls Vivian back up to her feet, sending her off the ropes, grabbing her for a flapjack across the ropes as she comes back, Vivian however manuvering free, landing on her feet and dropping down with a quick sweep, taking Mystery down! She then leaps up, hitting a somersault leg drop across the throat, as Mystery gasps, clutching the area, Vivian running up to and springing ato pthe turnbuckle, coming off with a Corkscrew Moonsault! She connects, driving the air out of Mystery, who clutches further at the stomach area, Vivian immediately covering. 1....2....
NO! Mystery gets a shoulder up this time. Vivian looks quite annoyed, throwing a bit of a fit as she slaps the mat a few times, then rises back off the mat as she yanks Mystery to her feet, only for the woman to counter, hitting a jawbreaker, sending Vivian stumbling back, as Mystery charges full speed, applying a Mandible Claw, as Vivian yelps, slowly pushing back, to try and keep Mystery from forcing her to the ground. She starts to gain leverage, grabbing Mystery and shoving her down hard in an STO! Mystery looks a bit surprised, as Vivian springs atop the ropes once again, leaping up and hitting the Smile High, crashing down atop of Mystery, clutching her back slightly, then hooking the leg for the cover. 1....2.....
3!!!
Mystery kicks out a second after, but it's too late, Anemone has defeated her past rival.
Announcer: Here is your winner... Dr. Vivian Anemone!
The crowd boos as Vivian leaps up in joy, smiling wide and jumping up and down, flashing a pair of thumbs up to the still booing crowd, as Mystery rolls along the mat, still clutching the stomach, as Vivian slowly turns around, spotting this, as she grins, rolling out of the ring and reaching under the ring, grabbing her special Smiley Chair, patting the face on it, then running back into the ring, aiming to possibly take Mystery back out of the EWT the hard way, As she charges forward, she yells something.
Anemone: This is for my hair you crazed loon!!!
Before she can drive the chair into Mystery again, the referee runs forward, right into a chair to the face! Vivian giggles, looking down, then repeatedly cracking that chair over the face of the helpless referee, who is almost immediately busted wide open. She continues cracking it over and over again into his face, before she smiles, looking at the camera.
Anemone: Hee hee, this is what I'm gonna do to anyone who tries and stops me boys and girls!
She sets the chair down, then grabs the referree, planting him neck first into the chair with an Upside Down Frown, the official gasping in pain, as he clutches his neck, coughing up a bit of blood, as Vivian looks down with glee at the interloper, quickly rolling out of the ring and running off to the back. Mystery meanwhile rises back up, looking at the nearly motionless official, then grabbing and slapping on her Mandible claw on the man, as EMTs almost immediately storm down, trying to pull the masked woman off before we fade to commercial.
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Post by xombiehiphop on Sept 23, 2007 14:53:34 GMT -5
The Fink: The following tag team contest is scheduled for one fall! Approaching the ring..at a combined weight of 460 pounds..being accompanied by Madison The Clown Girl..they represent The Draugr..Corpse and Wraith! "We Die Young" is heard as Corpse and Wraith head to the ring with Madison trailing behind them, looking as if this is the last place in the world she wants to be. Before entering the ring, Corpse and Wraith both give Madison an ear full, detailing specific instructions no doubt handed to them from Ghost Face himself. The frightening pair slip into the ring where Wraith clamps his teeth down onto the top rope like some kind of deranged junk yard dog, bloodthirsty as ever. Corpse makes a seat on the top rope and with his blue hair covering most of his face it's impossible to determine what he has planned. The Fink: And their opponents..from Foreign Alien Island, at a combined weight of 399 pounds, Zeleke and Faboon, Team Raft-Shack!
"Apache" playing? Check. Lights dimming? Check. Laser lights and a puff of smoke? Check. The bizarre team of Zeleke and Faboon dive from the smoke and head for the ring, zig-zagging around one another in the process. Zeleke enters the ring as the bell rings and stomps towards his two foes for this evening, chest puffed out like some kind of super hero. ..Faboon on the other hand does not accompany his team mate. Instead, he's on the outside of the ring conversing with Madison. Faboon asks her some extremely random and nonsensical questions but it would appear as if Madison is fluent in Faboon-ese as she has no problem carrying on a conversation. Whatever it is they are talking about it's to be sure that no sane human being would be able to comprehend it. Zeleke finally notices that he is alone as Corpse and Wraith stalk towards him. His courage considerably drops as he begins to be pummeled, knocked into a corner and then slumped against it. Corpse and Wraith viciously begin to "stomp a mudhole and walk it dry" both pairs of boots repeatedly crashing into his head and stomach. The referee is finally able to get the horror freaks away from the dazed (more so than usual) Zeleke only for them to pull him to his feet. They whip Zeleke into the ropes and give him a Double Back Body Drop that nearly launches him into the lights..short trip..bad landing. ..And Faboon is still on the outside chatting with Madison about how Hungry Hungry Hippo's could potentially be used to train alien soldiers. The bizarro world conversation ends as Zeleke is launched over the top rope via Double Gorilla Press Slam. He lands right on top of his partner and Madison hops backwards before letting out an "EEP!". The two Draugr members slip outside of the ring and proceed to drive Faboon into the ring side barrier with a Double Russian Leg Sweep. The white haired member of Raft-Shack is tossed back into the ring and Corpse and Wraith follow shortly afterwards, leaving a battered Zeleke on the outside. Wraith backs Faboon into a corner and then uses his strength to toss him out of it, straight into the air, as Faboon flips in the air lands most uncomfortably on the back of his neck. The official for the contest tells Wraith to get to a corner while Corpse hits Faboon with a Low Dropkick to the face as he sets up. Now the legal men are established as Corpse and Faboon.. Corpse Snap Suplexs Faboon, holds onto his blue tights, and rolls through for another one. After a few kicks to the head he tags in his powerful, green haired partner. Wraith hoists Faboon high above his head and then allows him to drop..but no before kicking him square in the face as he free falls. Faboon clutches his face while Corpse races from behind and Chop Blocks his legs, turning him inside out. A trickle of blood is seen coming from Faboon's mouth as Wraith goes for a pin. One.. Two.. ..Faboon manages to throw an arm up. Wraith steps backwards and yells for Faboon to "GET UP!" and when he finally does throws him towards the ropes. Faboon uses the momentum to spring board to the top rope and dive off wards, spinning in mid-air to catch Wraith with a Hurricanrana. While the world spins around Wraith, Faboon tags in Zeleke who had climbed back onto the apron a few moments ago. Zeleke springboards his way into the ring and hits Wraith with a second diving Hurricanrana. Dizzy now, Wraith stumbles right into a Double Suplex from The Raft Shackers. Zeleke dives onto a pin hoping maybe those combined moves may have been enough.. One.. Two.. No, a kick out. Wraith tosses Zeleke off but he lands off his feet. He rockets off the ropes and hits the Draugr's powerhouse with a Low Dropkick to his right knee that drops him onto his left. Zeleke tries his luck once again by running the ropes but receives a knee to his lower back from Corpse. Zeleke stumbles right into an STO from Wraith who then tags Corpse into the match. Corpse whips Zeleke into a corner and follows through with a Diving Knee to his face. Corpse brings him out with a stiff Bulldog and hooks a leg. One.. Two.. ..Zeleke fights through the punishment. Corpse gives Zeleke a solid boot to the chest before slipping out onto the apron. He springboards onto the ropes and goes for his breath taking "Death Blue Drop"..but Zeleke rolls away at the last possible second. Corpse springs upwards, clutching his face and Zeleke hits him with a picture perfect Jumping Neckbreaker. Zeleke crawls to his corner and tags Faboon into the match at the same time Wraith is tagged back in. Faboon ducks a Clothesline attempt and hits an Enziguri as Wraith spins back around. As Wraith gets to his feet he is knocked down again by one of those diving Clotheslines Hurricane used to do. Corpse slips back into the ring but his Hip-Tossed by Faboon for his troubles. Zeleke re-enters the ring the pair whip Corpse into a turnbuckle. Faboon zips forward and hits Moonsault Kick, while Zeleke quickly follows through by whipping Corpse into the other corner, connecting with a Stinger Splash. Team Raft Shack finally end the combo move by tossing Corpse into the ropes, striking him in the chest with a double Scissors Kick. Unfortunately, this had given Wraith time to recover as he slams Zeleke into the mat with the "Snow White Tan". Faboon is driven into the mat with a Spinebuster a few moments later. Corpse, laying on the mat, keeps the referee distracted while Wraith snatches up Faboon from behind by his long pink hair. Madison climbs onto the apron holding a steel chair. She chucks it straight towards Faboon's head, apparently not caring that she was chatting it up with him earlier. ..But Faboon ducks! The chair crashes into Wraith's face and Faboon quickly scrambles behind him with a Crucifix Pin! Madison drops off the apron screaming "OMIGODOMIGOD!" ..One.. ..Two.. ..THREE! The Fink: Here are your winners..Team Raft Shack! Faboon hurriedly retrieves Zeleke after slipping out of the ring and waves his arms about in celebration, Zeleke resembling some kind of battered, barely conscious puppet. Wraith sets up with a hand on his forehead, joining Corpse in giving Madison two death glares. She holds her hands up in innocence and tries to apologize from outside of the ring as we fade to black..
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Post by Limey on Sept 23, 2007 15:49:43 GMT -5
*”RIP” hits, and the arena dims. The crowd pop in anticipation as green smoke shoots out at the entrance to the Toomi-Tron. Limey makes his way out, throwing up the horns to a solid ovation. He walks down to the ring, slapping the hands of many a fan as he does so.*
Chimel: The following contest is scheduled for ONE-FALL! Introducing first, from Liverpool, England, weighing in at “15 Stone”, he is the “British Brawling Machine”…LIMEY!!!!!!
*Limey makes his way to the ring, striding over to the apron and throwing up the horns as the fans pop insanely, taking many flash photo shots…when suddenly the arena completely blacks out…*
*”Brain Damage-Eclipse” hits, as the lights slowly come to life. The Comedian makes his way slowly and very cautiously to the ring. He scouts the arena, ignoring the jeering crowd and terrified out of his wits. He nearly bumps into a cameraman, and backs off as if shocked, coming back at the camera aggressively.*
Comedian: (mumbling psychotically) He can’t show…he WON’T show!!! Ferhago Crow…he doesn’t have the…he’s…I’m not…I’m not afraid of him!!! I’ll show him right now!!!
Chimel: Aaaand his opponent, from Los Angeles, Cal…
*Riggs immediately slides into the ring and rushes straight at Limey with a vicious assault with forearms to the head. Limey, stunned by this, is pushed back to the corner! Riggs continues the assault, forcing Limey down with punches to the head, stomping a mudhole onto Limey with fire in his eyes!*
Comedian: (now completely delirious) ARE YOU WATCHING THIS, CROW?? ARE YOU?? YOU’RE NEXT, CROW!!! I’M NOT AFRAID OF YOU!!!
*The Comedian grabs the ankles of Limey as Limey holds onto the middle rope. Riggs pulls up, hoping for a quick powerbomb…Limey counters with a laying hurricanrana!!! Riggs falls to the mat, caught off guard!! Bobby Riggs is on his knees…Limey steps onto Riggs’ back and lands onto the ropes behind him!! The Comedian looks up at Limey…only to be hit with a springboard European uppercut!!! Limey then nips up and throws up the horns to a massive pop!!! Limey then runs the ropes before coming back at the Comedian with a running somersault leg drop!!! Limey hooks the leg!!*
1…
*The Comedian immediately kicks out, only momentarily shaken. Riggs trips the leg of Limey, before trying to lock in the Texas Cloverleaf…Limey counters by bringing in Riggs for a small package!!!*
1…
*Bobby Riggs again kicks out immediately, assuming a seated position, just as Limey strikes back from the ropes with a Rave Kick!!!! The sickening smack echoes throughout the arena as the crowd “OOH!!” at this!!! Limey then kicks Bobby to his front, before dropping down on top of him, applying a keylock around the arm and throat before executing a body scissors and rolling Riggs over for a MMA-style submission!! Riggs screams in pain as the crowd chant “WHO’S LAUGHING NOW?! WHO’S LAUGHING NOW?!” Limey is determined to make the Comedian tap…but Riggs hits an elbow to the sternum of Limey, making Limey loosen his grip…and again to make Limey release the hold completely. Riggs gets up as Limey is still on the ground, coughing as he is winded. Riggs falls to his knees to execute a gutwrench…suddenly lifting up Limey for a Russian suplex! Limey lands on his neck, and seethes in pain. Riggs then grabs Limey by the throat, and lifts him up to his feet, raising his free hand…and then pushing THE IRON CLAW into Limey’s face!!!*
*The crowd heckle Bobby Riggs as he screams at them to shut up! Riggs then turns his attention to Limey, screaming at him!*
Comedian: How’s it feel, Crow…FEEL IT!!! CLAW your way through this one!! CLAW through it!!!!!
*Limey drops to his knees, his face being crushed by the claw…Limey grabs a hold of Riggs’ wrist, trying, but failing, to overcome Riggs’ almost superhuman strength…before leaping up onto the arm and locking in a judo armbar!!! Riggs falls flat to the canvas, as he feels the claw slowly slip from Limey’s face!!! Limey lets loose a primal rage yell, the adrenaline flowing through his veins…Riggs attempts to break his arm free by pushing it down onto the chest of Limey…the Comedian tries again…and he succeeds in making Limey release the hold! Riggs gets to his feet…only to be caught with a drop toe hold from Limey!! Limey then goes for the legs, attempting the Lime Disease…Riggs pushes his limbs out, sending Limey stumbling off…Limey comes back at the rising Riggs, and he falls backfirst over the back of Bobby Riggs, landing on his feet, and hitting a lightning-fast kick to the face and upper chest of the bent-double Riggs!!! Riggs holds his face in shock and pain, allowing Limey to run the ropes…and get captured by the Comedian, who hits a belly-to-belly…but Riggs holds on after the suplex connects…lifting Limey up…and planting him with another belly-to-belly….not skipping a beat Riggs again hoists the British Brawling Machine up…and completes the trifecta!! The Comedy Comes in Threes #3 special!!! Bobby gets to his feet and hollers indiscriminately at the crowd.*
Comedian: YOU SEE THAT, CROW!!! THAT’S YOU!!!
*The Comedian walks over to Limey and goes for the cocky foot-on-throat cover.*
1, 2…
*Limey grabs the foot, and applies a grapevine to it, making Riggs fall down hard to the ring as Limey keeps twisting the foot with the grapevine still applied!! The Comedian is flabbergasted that Limey was able to spot the opening, and swiftly crawls to the ropes, grabbing hold for the rope break, but Limey won’t let go!!! The ref angrily approaches Limey, and starts a count…Limey breaks the hold…before grabbing hold of the ropes and springing over, hitting a guillotine leg drop across the throat of the Comedian!!! Bobby Riggs grabs at his throat in agony as Limey appeals to the crowd on the outside with a raise of the horns!!*
*The crowd chant “Let’s go, Limey!” as Limey gets up to the apron. Bobby Riggs is up, back to the ropes as Limey leaps to the ropes, bouncing off onto Riggs with a flying lariat…NO!! Riggs reverses with a powerslam!! Bobby Riggs then drops down with a hammerlock to the downed Limey, falling onto the back with a knee to enhance the pressure. Limey is in pain…but raises his lower body to push Riggs back…falling onto the Comedian for a cover!!!*
1, 2…
*Riggs powers out of the pin, shoving Limey off to a seated position before grabbing the head and falling over Limey with a neckbreaker, landing cat-like on his feet! He appeals to the jeers of the crowd before suddenly turning and hitting Limey with a front dropkick! Riggs then takes the head of Limey in his hands and swiveling him over to a kneeling position…Limey suddenly lifts the near 300 pounder up for a 180 degree Spinebuster!!!! The EWT Hall of Famer is pumped up as he goes for the cover!!*
1, 2…
*Riggs kicks out!! Limey is not finished yet, though, as he takes the wrist and ankle of the Comedian and drags him to the corner! Limey then climbs the turnbuckle, coming off for a moonsault…Bobby Riggs rolls out of the way, meaning Limey hits the canvas! Riggs recovers with the aid of the turnbuckle ropes, pulling himself up…but Limey comes back high with a dropkick, planting Bobby Riggs in the corner!! Limey then dashes to the opposite corner to appeal before performing the hands-free cartwheel…and the handspring, connecting with the elbow to complete the Mark III!!!! Limey then tries a bulldog, but is thrown off! Limey quickly rises, turning to the Comedian…but Riggs stops Limey dead in his tracks with the Setup…and the spin for the Punchline, before collapsing!! Both wrestlers are down in the centre of the ring, out of breath as the crowd chant “THIS IS AWESOME!!!”*
*Bobby Riggs is the first to move over to Limey for the drape-over cover!*
1, 2… *Limey gets the shoulder up as Riggs holds his head in his hands!! The crowd pop, but Riggs is not done yet, bashing the canvas in frustration. He gets to his knees, hands on hips, before shaking his head and moving to the outside searching under the ring for a chair!!! Limey is still down as Riggs moves in, raising the chair high and bringing it down…Limey lifts his hands up, catching the chair!!! Riggs pushes down, but Limey isn’t letting up!!! Riggs eventually lets go of the chair…and stomps down onto Limey, forcing Limey to raise up…before kicking the chair allowing it to smack Limey in the face!!! Since the contact was indirect, no DQ can be given!!!! The crowd jeer Riggs for this as Limey has been busted wide open!!! Riggs shrugs in a “Well, dem’s the breaks” gesture as he moves the chair off Limey, before going to the turnbuckle, climbing up the turnbuckle and coming off with a moonsault…Limey moves out of the way, sliding the chair into position as Riggs lands stomach first onto the moonsault!! The crowd pop as Limey is up to his feet, blood streaming down his face!! Limey is unsteady on his feet, but gives a sarcastic “Dem’s the breaks” shrug as Bobby Riggs, stunned, turns into Limey, who hits the Quicklime STO!!!!*
*Limey gets to his feet, and makes the “IT’S OVER” gesture as Bobby Riggs is slowly rising to his feet! As Bobby makes his way over to Limey, groggy, Limey kicks him in the stomach, lifting him for the TWIST OF…NO!!! Riggs puts on the brakes, lifting Limey up for a snap suplex of his own, holding on before lifting Limey up high…and dropping him with a brainbuster!!! Limey rises to a seated position, completely dazed as Riggs comes in behind him with a Full Nelson, lifting him up high to his feet, and then going under him to lift him up into an Electric Chair position…falling back for the BALL BREAKER!!! Bobby bridges to try for the pin!!!*
1, 2…
*Limey’s hand reaches out…and it grabs the bottom rope!!! When the referee informs the Comedian of this, Riggs just about snaps, shoving the ref aside and grabbing the ankle of Limey, and pushing the lower leg down to the mat for the BREAK A LEG!!! Riggs is determined to make Limey tap, and it looks like Limey is just about to do so, in so much agony…when suddenly the lights in the arena go out!!!!*
*The Toomi-Tron emits static…and then shows the ghostly image of THE BLACK SPOT!!!!! Riggs leaps off of Limey, and rushes to the ropes, heading to the side of the ring facing the entranceway with his face as white as a sheet!!!!*
Riggs: NO!!! NO!!! NOT ME!!! WHY ME, CROW?! WHAT DID I DO?? WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM…
*Riggs is caught unaware as Limey captures him in a gutwrench, lifting him high for a release German Suplex!!! Riggs hits the canvas hard on his face, as Limey rushes over to lock the legs and pull back onto Riggs for the LIME DISEASE!!!! LIME DISEASE LOCKED IN!!!! Riggs has nowhere to run!!! The crowd chant “TAP” at Riggs as Riggs is yelling, with ferocity, with terror at Ferhago Crow’s apparent message, and with frustration, and with pain!!! Riggs holds out as Limey is applying the pressure!! Bobby Riggs tries to power out…but too much has been taken out of him…RIGGS TAPS!!! RIGGS TAPS!!!*
Winner: “The British Brawling Machine”, Limey!
*Limey gets to his feet, and falls back against the ropes as the ref raises his hands in victory! Blood is trickling down Limey’s face as he gasps for air, the match taken so much out of him, with Bobby Riggs proving himself a worthy contender. Limey rolls out of the ring and makes his way to the back, throwing up the horns.*
*Riggs, downed in the ring, looks up at the entranceway…and panics, the thought of Ferhago Crow still out there, and rolls out of the ring, limping on his attacked limbs, before jumping the guardrail, and making his way through the fans.*
*We fade out to a commercial.*
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Post by Mystery on Sept 23, 2007 23:21:45 GMT -5
*Sitting in a corner, she sits...a teddy bear in her hand for some reason. She sits in a rocking chair, holding the teddy bear kind of funny. The teddy bear lays like a baby, rocking.*
Why did she do that to me? Why did they do that to me? Why? Why? Why?
I tried to be fair coming back. I didn't want to come back. They brought me back.
It isn't fair. It's never fair.
The phone rang. I came back. I didn't come back to this.
I want my chance. Give it to me. Give it to me.
Something's not right. This isn't right. This isn't right.
I always feel that somebody's watchin' me And I have no privacy I always feel that somebody's watchin' me Is it just a dream?
When I come home at night I bolt the door real tight People call me on the phone I'm trying to avoid Well, can the people on TV see me or am I just paranoid
*Mystery throws the teddy bear at the camera & runs off.*
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Post by Koda, Master Crunchyroller on Sept 23, 2007 23:36:58 GMT -5
* "Confrontation" by Clawfinger begins to play *
Lillian: The following contest is scheduled for one fall is a tag team match. Introducing first, weighing in at 405 lbs, the Zephyr Brothers!
The Zephyr Brothers make their way to the ring, and look generally happy and confident.
* "Welcome to the Jungle" by GnR begins to play *
Lillian: And their opponents, weighing in at 505 lbs, the team of Titan and Houston, Team Domination!
Titan and Houston stroll down to the ring in a cocky manner. They point at the brothers and begin whispering to one another, both of them bursting out in laughter. Domination roll into the ring and stare down the awkward brothers. The ref calls for the bell.
Mike and Mark begin throwing blows at Titan and Houston, then they both bounce off the ropes. Houston takes Mark down with a running big boot, and Titan hits Mike with his flip clothesline-elbow drop combo.
Houston picks Mark up and slams him down with a 360 sidewalk slam, as Titan lifts Mike up and gives him the Snake Eyes. Titan charges at Mike and takes him down with a STO backbreaker.
Houston whips Mark into the ropes and hits him with the Liftoff! on the rebound. Titan pulls Mike up to his feet and hits him with the Atlas Bomb. Houston kicks Mark out of the ring and climbs up to the top rope. Titan lifts Mike up to Houston then goes outside of the ring. Domination hits Mike with the Total Domination. Houston backs off as Titan places his foot on Mike's chest and the ref begins to count the pin.
One!
Two!
Three!
Lillian: Here are your winners, the team of Titan and Houston, Team Domination!
The team begins celebrating in the ring, when the Celts in Kilts charge into the ring! Kevin lifts Houston up for a gorilla press slam and throws him outside of the ring. Teddy hits the Scot Driver on Titan, and Kevin positions himself to tea bag Titan, when Houston pulls Titan out of the ring.
The crowd cheers on as Titan and Houston head to the back in disgust.
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Post by brokenrose on Sept 24, 2007 7:34:29 GMT -5
*Fade back from commercial. The first image is of a familiar looking man in 50s clothing and a heavy neck brace.*
Helms: Greetings EWT fans it is I, ace reporter Gregory Helms, and during my down time I'm working part time for EWT! And with me at this time is the Broken Rose of EWT, Juri Sadamoto!
*The camera pulls back to see Juri in a worse for wear condition. Finally the bandage above her eye is taken care off. As she smiles at the camera and brushes a strand of hair out of her face, her right hand is now bandaged up. To go with the whole package she now sports what looks like the reminder from her match with Vivian, a minor black eye.*
Helms: Before I start, Citizen Juri... Is there anything you want to say?
Juri: *Staring into the mic in her face blankly* Nothing comes to mind.
Helms: Well then, allow me to start... What are your thoughts on Synthy winning the GND title?
Juri: *Breathing in deeply* Well, ever since Synthy won the title she has been too busy to talk to me. PR stuff and such, it would seem to me. So she hasn't heard this yet but... I'm glad. I'm happy. I'm excited for her. And I can't wait to see her defend it for many title successful title defenses to come.
Helms: You aren't upset with her?
Juri: *Blinking* Why would I be?
Helms: Well, she did make it to the tournament finals with tw-
Juri: Stop right there. Let me guess, this is about Mrs. Mysth... Right?
Helms: That would be correct!
Juri: Well first, here's a point to be made... Even at Synthy's weakest, she was taking Ivy to the limit. And then Madison interfered. At Synthy's best, she was taking me to the limit... And then Casshole interfered. Were these things she wanted? No. Of course not. Either way, she proved that she deserved the title in that brutal match she had with Madison. A type of match that the “Wrestlegasm” queen could never pull off in a million years. You see, Ms. Rosepine, not every woman gets here like you did. Some actually have to work, and not on their back with a man, to make it here. Maybe there's a reason you hardly ever win. And, unlike other feds, you have to do more than produce softcore porn to make it here. Listen here, Princess, there's only one true Rose in this place. And that rose is broken. *smirk* I'm pretty sure Synthy will have more choice words than I, but I can't just stand back and allow my good friend to be attacked by some tramp.
Helms: Strong words there! Can I ask one last question?
Juri: Fire away.
Helms: Vivian... WHATZ UP WIT DAT?! *ahem* What is up with her attitude? Did you do something to her?
Juri: You know what, I've asked myself that same question. 'What did I do?' 'How did I cause her such ruin?' But then, the more I thought about it... The more it made sense to me. She's a pathetic soul that is convinced that nothing is her fault. And as such she looks for a scapegoat. Not long after she left, I came in. Vivian, it troubles me that you were so blind as to be used by the only man to be pathetic enough to throw up after one beer. If I didn't get this shiner from you and if I didn't suffer a loss by your hand, I'd feel sorry for you... As you are obviously so insane that you actually think the crowds cheer you. Hell I think even Madison could look at you and, in a moment of clarity, call you crazy.
Helms: Are you looking for a rematch against her at the next PPV?
Juri: One would think that I would. But in truth, there's something I have to do before then. I have.... A bigger fish to fry. *Staring into the camera* Vivian, bide your time. When the time comes... I will pay you back tenfold. And you will bleed. Because even if you've studied everything that I've done in EWT... You still have no idea just what I'm capable of.
*With that she walks away, leaving Gregory by himself.*
Helms: And with that, let's go to commercial!
*Fade to commercial.*
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