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Post by The Tank on Nov 19, 2011 9:27:59 GMT -5
So is this next Impact happening today or what?
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Post by Perpetual Nirvana on Nov 19, 2011 9:54:22 GMT -5
Well I'll try. The last time I attempted a show on Saturday nobody turned up.
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Post by The Tank on Nov 19, 2011 11:10:28 GMT -5
Well I'll try. The last time I attempted a show on Saturday nobody turned up. Well, I may be here. But if I'm not, it's because it's my dad's birthday. I've kind of got an excuse.
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Post by Perpetual Nirvana on Nov 19, 2011 16:33:57 GMT -5
So...is there anyone here?
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Jonathan Michaels
Bill S. Preston, Esq.
The Archduke of Levity
Here since TNA was still kinda okay
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Post by Jonathan Michaels on Nov 19, 2011 16:44:34 GMT -5
I be here.
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Post by Perpetual Nirvana on Nov 19, 2011 17:05:24 GMT -5
Tenay: Welcome to Impact as we are hot on the heels of an epic Turning Point event. West: Well we say a monumental fives title changes including the X Division title changing hands twice. Tenay: Yeah, more on that later but we kick things off with new women’s champion Mickie James.
Mickie James makes her way to the ring to a loud ovation, holding the Women’s Championship up high. She enters the ring and is handed a mic.
WHAT’S UP IMPACT ZONE?!
The crowd cheers even more.
You know, there have always been people joking about my weight, but this right here?
Mickie holds up the belt.
This is some extra weight I’m happy to be carrying!
More cheers and some laughter.
This has been the year from hell, no doubt. From having to adapt to new territory, to losing three months to some freaky ghost chick, to being screwed over by Daffney time and time again…
But this makes it all worth while. To finally be the TNA Women’s Champion.
Mickie looks at the belt, then drops it to the mat.
But right now, I have something I need to say to someone. So I would appreciate it if Madison Rayne would join me in the ring right now…
Mickie waits, but instead of Madison’s music...
Daffney makes her way to the ring with a huge grin on her face.
Oh well done you! You finally did it. You finally won the title on your own merits. That certainly is something to be proud of.
Daffney applauds and curtseys before Mickie.
But you're not a fool are you? You know full well this isn't over. In fact this is just the beginning. That cage match, that was everything I hoped for and more. You and me, the things we could do...I'm getting all tingly just thinking about it.
I asked for Madison. Where is she?
I dunno. Maybe she got stuck in traffic. Maybe she got lost in the back. Maybe I got to her. Or maybe, just maybe, she's too afraid to come anywhere near you.
I don't trust you for a second, Daffney.
But since I asked for Madison and got you, what the hell do you want?
Did I just tell you? This isn't over. You know that, right? I mean you and I. This isn't just a wrestling rivalry. It's way beyond that. You and I are mortal enemies, locked in an eternal struggle that will continue forever. Of course eventually one of us is going to kill the other. When that happens it'll be a sad day. But eveything until that happens is going to be glorious.
Mickie laughs humorlessly.
Daff, I think it's safe to say that the six sides of steel screwed you up more than you already were.
You may think we're part of this epic struggle between good and evil, but me? I'm done. I have no reason to keep fighting you...
There's no such thing as good and evil. I mean you were the one who used the sledgehammer, not me. You were the one who risked life and limb by diving off the top of the cage, a nice touch by the way. Whether you want to admit it or not you need this as much as I do.
Oh, and why is that?
You know something, Mickie. All these women I've faced, they all have something in common. They all have their own hangups. Be it their vanity or their pride. But deep down when they face me there's always one emotion underneath all that. Fear. Even the big bad tough ones like Hamada and Kong are afraid of me. You know why? Of course you do. It's because I'm unpredictable. They don't know how to deal with me. You want to beat me up? Go ahead. I don't care. You want to call me names? Well boo freakin' hoo. All the tactics they have used to give themselves an edge and none of it works on me. And then you come along and you're different. You're not afraid. You know why that is. Because we're the same. When you saw me you saw yourself staring right back. And only a truly crazy person would fear themselves. You can deny it all you want. Even when all around you know that it's true. You can sit there in a padded cell, rocking back and forth repeating "I'm not crazy, I'm not crazy!" So go ahead and lie to me. Tell me you don't want this as much as I do.
Daffney, the only things we have in common is that we're short, we're female, and we've both worn the TNA Women's Championship. After that, the similarities vanish.
I'm a world class athlete, Daffney. I have a degree in business. I have a budding singing career.
You're a crazy, borderline-psychopath with no moral fabric to speak of. You take poor, weak-minded girls and you ruin their lives.
Bit of a difference there, hon.
Well if you want to play that game...
I am a three time women's champion, with degrees in acting, music and video production.
You're a crazy woman who uses a sledgehammer to inflict inury on others and who even has your best friend scared of you.
I really don't understand why you keep doing this to yourself. And to me. Who wants to deny forever?
Mickie opens her mouth to reply but Daffney cuts her off.
Don't even bother. I'm sick of your halfhearted protests. I'll just make it real simple. I want my rematch. Then we'll see what happens. As for tonight, well we have a match. How about my girls take care of ODB and Lisa and you and I, well we can do what we do best. Ta-ta, love.
Daffney chuckles and exits leaving Mickie standing alone in the middle of the ring.
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Post by Perpetual Nirvana on Nov 19, 2011 17:07:57 GMT -5
JB: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Intropducing first, from Johnson City, Tennessee, weighing 202 pounds, Kid Kash!
JB: And his opponent, from Detroit, Michigan, weighing 276 pound, “Big Poppa Pump” Scott Steiner!
Scott Steiner v Kid Kash 3 votes 10 minutes
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Post by wwe1993 on Nov 19, 2011 17:12:35 GMT -5
Steiner with a belly to belly.
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Post by Perpetual Nirvana on Nov 19, 2011 17:21:02 GMT -5
Kash goes to the top rope but Steiner cuts him off and hits the Frankensteiner!
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3!
JB: Here is your winner, Scott Steiner!
Tenay: A big win here for Scott Steiner West: Yeah, Big Poppa Pump getting back on track.
AJ Styles is sitting backstage when Christopher Daniels enters.
AJ, you ready man?
You want to know the weirdest thing, Chris? I understand. I understand why Shatter and Mercer did what they did. Some guys have to be champion no matter what the cost. I can understand that. I don't respect it but I understand it. The desire to be cahmpion can override everything else. What I don't get is all the people coming to me saying "Oh it's just the tag titles." I mean that's the thing. Once you reach the top you have nowhere to go but down. But to me...I never say those tag titles as a demotion. They proved we were the best two wrestlers in TNA. Just like the TNA World title proved I was the very best. That bothers me about Shatter and Mercer. They have talent, no doubt. But they way they won those titles has proven nothing yet.
I know. That's why I'm doing everything in my power to get Jeff to grant us a rematch.
And?
Well he said you could start by beating Shatter tonight.
Well seeing as I was planning on doing that anyway then it seems good to me.
AJ stands.
Let's go then.
Styles and Daniels leave.
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Post by Perpetual Nirvana on Nov 19, 2011 17:22:08 GMT -5
JB: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, accompanied by “The Fallen Angel” Christopher Daniels, from Gainesville, Georgia, weighing 215 pounds, “The Phenomenal” AJ Styles!
JB: And his opponent, accompanied by Tommy Mercer, from Hickory, North Carolina, weighing 247 pounds, he is one half of the TNA World Tag Team Champions, “Top Gun” Phil Shatter!
AJ Styles v Phil Shatter 3 votes 10 minutes
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Post by Deleted on Nov 19, 2011 17:24:44 GMT -5
Shatter with a "Yeah he didn't promo but he just won the title so we can't have him lose" Punch!
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Post by wwe1993 on Nov 19, 2011 17:24:56 GMT -5
AJ with a springboard pele
. . . and now I head to youtube to see if he ever actually did that.
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Post by Perpetual Nirvana on Nov 19, 2011 17:39:46 GMT -5
Shatter whips Aj into the ropes and hits a huge spinebuster. But instead of going for the cover Shatter picks AJ up only to be met with the PELE! AJ goes for the Styles Clash but Shatter back drops out of it. AJ rolls to the apron whre he kicks at Mercer and follows up with a springboard forearm! Mercer slides into the ring and goes after AJ but Daniels cuts him off. Daniels and Mercer break into a brawl as Jackson James tries to separate them, then just gives up and calls for the bell.
JB: Ladies and gentlemen this match has been ruled a No Contest!
Daniels and Mercer continue to fight and Shatter and AJ join in. Security comes down and separates the two teams as Impact cuts to commercial.
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Post by MikeyMania on Nov 19, 2011 17:40:25 GMT -5
...Would help if I got here on time.
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Post by Perpetual Nirvana on Nov 19, 2011 17:41:23 GMT -5
Impact comes back from the commercial break not to a view of the well known ImpactZone, nor a shot of the two famous announcers at the desk. Not even a shot of the custom crafted ring they use each and every week, no. When the viewers tune into TNA during this exact time, they groan in frustration. Why? Because it's a photo of a logo, and it's not technical difficulties, but this: OrlandoSome high energy techno music starts playing, as the frozen frame turns into a moving picture, with footage of mostly Robbie E's entrance video. But after all of that, it changes to another moving picture, this time of Robbie E laughing next to a film effect of him hitting Fist Pump Cutter onto Jesse Sorensen. The X-Division Championship is seen around his shoulder. To the right of him, it says: Robert "Robbie" EThe big kahuna of The X-Division baby! (Starts fist pumping) OH! OH! OH! It is then switched to the same thing, except with Becky Bayless. She is doing a little dance, and her footage is some scenes from her transformation before Robbie's match against Rob Van Dam. The text is to the left this time, and it says: Becky "Down By The" BaylessForever in Jersey, BITCH!The Shore logo flashes one more time, before it cuts off into a static effect. When picture is seen again, you see Robbie and Bayless standing in front of the interview area, looking absolutely thrilled. And of course, the thrill must mean that egos are at an all time high. Dudes and dudettes, bros and fangirls, WHAT"S UP? This is your boy Robbie E coming to you from sunny Orlando Florida, where the chicks make my flicks! (Turns to face Bayless) I tell you, I'm a natural at the radio voice! Oh, radio. I'd tell them everything I know, and they'd sway to and fro just listening to the very voice that creates my greatness. Now say hi to the camera, it loves you broskette!Rite.Bayless lowers her shades and smiles, allowing the viewers to see her eyes. So...... sup?[/color] Note that approximately at this moment, thousands of wannabees marked out. Hard. And to that I say your welcome, cuz let's face it: That might be the only taste of hotness you losers might ever get to look at. Don't believe me? Well, the broskis taste it. And they say it tastes good. Now get out of my face, you posers.
So anyway, I know what TNA's thinking right now: Robbie is a punk! Trash! Nothing but garbage for what he did! But don't worry, I fully understand my actions, and I apologize.... the party is still on. It turns out, the management isn't willing to pay for any mess or damage that could have (And let's face it, would have) happened during the broadcast. Jealous little ingrates. (Listens to something the cameraman says to him) Hey, it's not my fault that those snooty corporates aren't willing to have a little fun, especially when it involves TNA's greatest male talent! COME ON BRO, USE YOUR BRAIN! GOD!
(Quickly changes from angry to happy, then angry again) And you know what dude? I HAVE A RIGHT to call myself their greatest male talent. And do you know why? Because I, AM A CHAMPION! I AM AN ALL STAR! I AM THE X-DIVISION CHAMPION, and nobody can prove me otherwise! (Sighs) I hope your happy man. You just effected me. (Pats his heart) Right here. You just became public enemy #1. You just became nothing, in one blow. And I'm about to make Eric Young and Mr. Waste of TV Time nothing. IN ONE BLOW! I'm about to break a neck, and then cash in my check on a grand champion of bashes. As in party, that is. (Texting on cell phone) Sick. The live crowd gets lively and starts to cheer, as Team 3D walks onto the set. The Shore have no idea that they are here. Also brahs, let me state something for the record. This whole Twilight thing? Check this out! (Lifts his shirt high enough to see his abs) Take that Edward! I'm the REAL one around here that makes teenagers live forever! And the six pack is better too! (Taps abs) See that? Rock solid bro. Rock solid. Is this seat taken?Robbie E is frighted by the noise of Brother Ray's voice, but quickly recomposes himself, and puts on a mean face. Um, are you real man? You for real? We're trying to satisfy a TV Audience here! And let me tell you, your slobby blobby body in this space doesn't help any. So may you please get out of our faces?Really? And does an audience enjoy your presence?ARE YOU SERIOUS? They love me and Down by the Bayless! Kid, I can hear the snoring from here. What are you doing here? If I recall correctly, this was supposed to be OUR interview time for our match against Beer Money!I think you got it the other way around, meathead. When I'm the screen, the girls scream. When you come out in your flannel, the girls change the channel! OHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!! That one was a sizzler!Brother Ray stares down Robbie, breathing heavily. But after some staff spies the staredown and is ready to call for backup, he reluctantly grabs Brother Devon, and the two head off, letting The Shore live to fight another day.
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Post by Perpetual Nirvana on Nov 19, 2011 17:43:44 GMT -5
JB: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, accompanied by “Nature Boy” Ric Flair, at a combined weight of 470 pounds, James Storm and Robert Roode, Beer Money Incorporated!
JB: And their opponents, from New York City, at a combined weight of 589 pounds, Brother Ray, Brother Devon, Team 3D!
Beer Money v Team 3D 3 votes 10 minutes
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Post by Deleted on Nov 19, 2011 17:45:48 GMT -5
Storm with a Superkick
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Post by MikeyMania on Nov 19, 2011 17:46:13 GMT -5
3D with a double flapjack.
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Post by wwe1993 on Nov 19, 2011 17:47:09 GMT -5
Brother Ray with a spinebuster
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Post by Perpetual Nirvana on Nov 19, 2011 17:54:52 GMT -5
Storm goes for a superkick on Ray but Ray ducks and lifts Storm in a back suplex awhile Devon hist a neckbreaker. Roode comes in but Team 3D see him coming and catch him with the 3D!
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JB: Here are your winners, Team 3D!
Joining me at this time, Austin Aries!
And how are you on this fine, fine day, Christy?
Well...
I am feeling great! Thanks for focusing on the important stuff, Christy. Namely, me.
*sigh*
All rehabbed up from those injuries that cowardly bastard Jesse Sorensen got on me and ready for action. Speaking of, karma. Sweet, glorious karma at Turning Point. Congratulations to our new X Division Champion Robbie E. Sorry the MVV won't be hitting up the bash, but you've at least got a compliment from The Greatest Man That Ever Lived, and that's a hell of a lot better than half of the people you're gonna see mooching free booze off a celebration of your success.
So would you like to talk about your match now, or are you just gonna brag some more?
Which would you prefer?
Personally, I'd prefer we just get this over with.
Well, for you, I'd have to charge. One night's gonna run ya...
WHAT?!?
Hey, A Double's got standards. And you fall pretty down low beneath the "free pass" bar.
...I'm just going to pretend you're not propositioning me.
Pretty sure you're the one trying to do...
TONIGHT you have a match against Samoa Joe. Your thoughts?
Slick. But nobody's gonna forget you...
Just answer the question.
Whatever, baby. Keep tellin' yourself you don't want none.
Samoa Joe. You know, that's funny. Jeff Jarrett probably thinks he's punishing me tonight. Especially since he has no knowledge of the wrestling world outside the little bubble that is Planet Jarrett.
Have I fought Samoa Joe before? Yes.
Have I beaten Samoa Joe before? YES.
Hell, it's the match that made my career. Back when I was carrying two spot monkeys unfit to put the ring up here, back when for some idiotic rookie mistake reason that for the life of me I can't understand why I made, I played second banana to Alex Shelley of all people, everybody thought Austin Aries was just...meh. He was good, but he's just...there. Then Shelley got kicked to the curb and he ran away down here. Then the spotlight fell on Austin Aries. And then I beat Samoa Joe for one of the biggest prizes in the wrestling world. Samoa Joe. Guy held that belt for over two years, and I took him down. Had the whole world going "...damn. That guy's going places."
And now we're here. Only difference now is that Joe's not plateaued at the top like he was there. Now, A Double steps into things while Joe's already on the decline. And tonight, the process just goes that much faster, because it's high time for me to shift my TNA career into full gear, and there's no better way to do that than a repeat performance of the epic match that made my care...
*Aries gets cut off by Samoa Joe tackling him into a wall! Joe punches Aries in the face several times before grabbing his head and slamming it back into the wall, then lifts Aries onto his shoulder and powerslams him through a nearby table! Joe stomps at Aries for damn near 30 seconds before picking him up again and hitting a Muscle Buster on the concrete!!!
Security personnel arrive on the scene and try to get between Joe and Aries, but Joe begins fighting off the security! Joe lays out one after another after another, then grabs Aries and locks in The Choke!!!
10 armed security personnel run into the scene and pry Joe off Aries, placing the Samoan Submission Machine in handcuffs and (taking nearly all 10 of them) dragging him away.*
YOU SEE THAT, DINERO?!?!?
YOU SEE THAT, STING?!?!?!?!?!?
THAT WAS A SAMPLE!!!
THAT WAS A F***ING SAMPLE OF WHAT I'M GONNA DO TO THE TWO OF YOU!!!!!
DINERO, YOU'RE DONE!!!!!!
STING, YOU'RE A F***ING DEAD MAN!!!!!!!!!
I SWEAR TO GOD, I'M GONNA GET YOU IN THE RING AND I'M GONNA TEAR YOUR MOTHERF***ING HEAD OFF!!!
*Security finally manages to get Joe away, Christy Hemme returning to the scene and (reluctantly) calling for medical assistance for the unconscious Austin Aries.*
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