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Post by respectmeordye3 on Jul 10, 2008 16:38:27 GMT -5
The Miz's theme starts up and he dances on out to the ring amidst the loud jeers and boos of the crowd--the Miz, however ignores them and waits for his opponent.
A moment later "Dixie" starts up and Lance Sterling makes his way out to the ring. The Miz grabs a mic.
"Look at yourself Sterling,!" screams The Miz, "You oughta be ashamed--here you are a black guy and yet you come out here for every match wearing The same flag that belonged to people who OPRESSED your race and tried to keep them in slavery--you are one sick piece of shi-" The Miz never finishes his rant as Lance lashes out with a Left Hook that knocks the Miz on his butt and gives him a bloody nose as well.
And the match hasn't even started yet.
The Miz shakily gets to his feet and flips Lance off.
Ding!, Ding! the bell rings and the match is underway.
The Miz stomps up to Lance and gets face to face with him until their noses are barely touching, and then tries to surprise him with a slap to the face--he swings a little too hard however-Lance ducks and The Miz ends up accidentally slapping the referee and knocking him on his back.
While The Miz is offering an apology to the Referee,Bullz-I comes from out of nowhere, sneaks into the ring and up behind Lance. Then, slipping on his Brass Knucks he cracks Lance in the side of the head and knocks him into la-la land. By the time The Referee has accepted The Miz's apology and turned his attention back to the match.....Bullz-I is gone.
The Miz smirks and covers Lance for the pin........
"1......."
"2........"
"3!"
The Miz has won!
The Miz grabs a mic and his theme starts to play but it soon gets cutoff as Bullz-I rolls out from under the ring aand slides into it, and then he sneaks up on The Miz and cracks him in the side of the head with Brass Knucks as well sending the M-TV personality flying out of the ring.
Bullz-I grabs the mic The Miz has dropped and speaks into it.
" Yeah, yeah, yeah, Look--now that the most boring match in history is over can we get to mine so that the ratings for this episode will start finally going up?"
The ref shrugs.
Y2J's theme starts up and Y2J comes out to a wave of fan support--they all want to see him beat this Bullz-I jerk's head in.
Y2J slides into the ring, And the referee warns Bullz-I to get rid of his brass knuckles before the match starts. Bullz-I obliges and tosses the brass weapon out of the ring.
The bell rings and Bullz-I's match is now starting.
Meanwhile Lance walks up the ramp and backstage-all the while glaring at Bullz-I.
Y2J charges at Bullz-I and gets him in a Headlock, for a Chokehold---The Ref drops to one knee in front of Bullz-I who is fainting fast and the offical asks him if everything is allright....Before Bullz-I can answer however Y2J suddenly goes limp and staggers over to the ropes, and that is when Bullz-I takes action.
Recovering quickly he walks over to a dazed Y2J and then follows through with a Piledriver before pinning him...
"1......."
as the ref's hand comes down for 2, Bullz-I's valet Callie Shaw takes the tazer she zapped Y2J with and throws it under the ring so that the ref will not find it.
"2......."
"3!"
Bullz-I has won through devious means yet again.... and the fans are NOT happy.
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Post by blackwizardcoby on Jul 11, 2008 0:00:33 GMT -5
Lilian Garcia is here to introduce the contestants for the upcoming match. "Ladies and gentleman, the following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, weighing in at 225 lbs...from Cameron, North Carolina...Jeff Hardy!" Jeff Hardy makes his way to the ring, his theme music sounding throughout the arena. He gets a loud reaction from the crowd as his pyro goes off. Hardy high-fives several fans, giving him a bigger face reaction. He enters the ring, ready for his singles match against Poe Moe Foe. "And his opponent, weighing in at 232 lbs..." Lilian stops speaking as a steel cage begins to lower itself. She promptly exits the ring. The lights dim as the opening notes to Black Sabbath's The Eternal Idol play. Poe Moe Foe makes his entrance. The light return to normal as Foe, who is standing by the cage door. He enters the cage, which has numerous weapons attached to its walls of steel. Poe Moe Foe taunts Jeff Hardy as the bell rings. Hardy retaliates with a grapple attempt but Foe counters with a clothesline. Hardy isn't down for long, but Foe grabs him and rams his skull into a chair attached to the cage. Foe does this repeatedly until the chair falls to the canvas. Hardy staggers as Foe places the chair in the center of the ring. He whips Jeff into the ropes and gives him a painful spinebuster on the chair. Foe leaves Hardy lying on the canvas as he goes for a bat. However, he has some trouble wrestling it from the cage, allowing Hardy time to get to his feet. Hardy turns Foe around and uses the chair to deliver a painful dropkick to Foe's face. Foe staggers but whips Hardy into the corner. Foe charges for a clothesline but the more agile Hardy moves out of the way. Foe's face rakes against the steel as Hardy goes on the offensive. His fist cracks against Foe's skull repeatedly. Foe sulks in the corner as Hardy dropkicks him. Hardy attempts to escape the cage, but Foe is up before he can do. He grabs Hardy and drags him down from the cage, trying to grab his throat. He goes to chokeslam Hardy but the rainbow warrior gives Foe a boot to the face, followed by a double axe handle. Foe staggers again as Hardy drops back to the ropes. Hardy charges at Foe but gets backdropped into the cage. Jeff grabs his back in pain as Foe places him in a dragon sleeper. Hardy tries to fight it but Foe has the hold applied perfectly, a hold he keeps applied for several, agonizing minutes. "What's the point to this maneuver?" Michael Cole asks Jerry "The King" Lawler. "There's no referee in the ring so he can't win by submission." "I don't think he's trying to win, Michael." Hardy's body eventually goes limp. Foe temporary relinquishes the hold as he assaults Jeff with his fists and boots. As Jeff stirs with life, Foe applies a chokehold. The fans get behind Hardy at his point, the thousands in the arena chanting his name to overcome this monstrosity. Encouraged and empowered, Hardy fights back. He rises to one knee, not even Foe's fists can keep him down. Hardy fights back with his own hands before charging Foe once more. Foe smiles as he ducks his head and catapults Hardy into the steel cage again. Foe positions Hardy against the cage and decks him repeatedly. Foe attempts to splash Hardy with all his body weight, but this time, it's Foe who tastes the steel. As Foe recovers, Hardy has moved quickly. He sets up a chair in the center of the ring, runs up it and dropkicks Foe into the cage again. Both wrestlers fall to the mat, with Jeff being the first one on his feet. Hardy kicks Foe in the midsection and signals for the Twist of Fate, but Foe counters it into a vicious northern lights suplex on the steel chair. Foe drags Hardy to the corner and stomps away at him. Hardy slumps to the mat, but Foe isn't finished yet. He picks Hardy up for another kick, but Hardy throws him off balance. Foe goes for another kick but Hardy counters it into his trademark enziguri. Foe falls back into the corner. Hardy throws a chair at his adversary, the chair clangs against Foe's skull. Hardy sets the chair up in the center of the ring, grabs Foe and DDTs him on it with enough force to actually dent it! Satisfied, Hardy goes to escape the cage...but Foe just won't stay down. Poe Moe Foe is on his feet before Jeff Hardy can get his legs over the cage. He drags Hardy back down to the mat, but Hardy is ready for him. Hardy kicks him in the midsection and signals for the Twist of Fate but Foe spins him around. With lightning-fast reflexes, Foe kicks Hardy in the midsection and signals for his own Twist of Fate, a switchblade in his outstretched hand. He blades Hardy across the forehead before delivering the Twist of Fate. Although Hardy is bleeding and out cold, Foe isn't quite finished with him yet. He hoists Hardy over his shoulder and throws him like a lawn dart into the steel cage. This same side has been abused the entire match, with Hardy being backdropped into it multiple times. Having been weakened during the match, the cage finally gives as Hardy is thrown head-first into it. Hardy drops to the outside, the side of the cage beneath him. He's won the match, but who knows how many injuries he has. Foe lights up a cigar as he exits the cage through the side door. He burns the fallen warrior with it as he makes his exit, EMTs giving the monstrosity plenty of room.
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Post by Toom E. Guci on Jul 11, 2008 2:28:54 GMT -5
*A famaliar music plays as Toom E Dangerously makes his way to the ring. Sporting a cane to help him walk, Dangerously gets inside the ring & grabs the microphone.*
Let me say, it feels great to be back in charge. Granted I have never left, but this past month has not been fun. Held up in a hospital due to injuries sustained at Crap-a-mania Cinco, nobody went through the hell I went through.
The last 2 pay per views, I have decided to enter the EWT ring. And the last 2 pay per views, victory was stolen from me. I did not win due to outside interference here. A-Bomb caused my first loss. DSR caused my second loss.
And I am outraged by this!!! And in my absence, we have the return of those damn Nyrds!! It is a well know fact that I despise these 2, as I despise the thought of Davies being a champion here.
But Davies...it's not over yet. I have ways of making you loose the belt in the ring...fair & square!! But you will soon find that out.
In the meantime, just let it be known that I am back. And things will be different from here on out!
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Post by respectmeordye3 on Jul 11, 2008 15:04:38 GMT -5
Bullz-I walks backstage through the halls and towards his dressing room--when he stops.
His eyes narrow and he points at the door to his dressing room-open just an inch or two.
"I didn't leave the door open--I made sure to close it in fact...which means someone is either in there or was in there....." he spits on the floor in anger "Let's see who our visitor is!"
He signals Callie to stay where she is and he sneaks over to the door and then with a loud shout he kicks the door in and charges inside....only to have a bucket that is balancing on the top edge of the door fall over and land on his head when he charges inside.
A bucket full of fish guts.
Callie runs over and yanks the bucket off his head before tossing it into the room and then she faces him and wipes some of the fish-guts off of his face.
"You allright?" She asks.
"Shut up!" he fumes.
"Gotcha sucker!" someone says from behind. Bullz-I spins around but sees no-one.
"Down here dumb-ass!"
Bullz-I glances down and sees Lance Sterling kneeling down on one knee--and wearing Bullz-I's brass knuckles on his left fist.
BAM!
Without warning, Lance lands a Left Jab into Bullz-I's groin, dropping him to both knees in an instant and howling in pain. Lance then follows up with a left-fisted Upper-cut that sends Bullz-I flying backwards and landing on his back and out like a light.
Lance stands up and removes Bullz-I's brass knuckles from his hand and then tosses them to Callie.
"Tell your boss that he left these in the ring..." he mutters before starting to walk down the hall--halfway down the hall he stops and turns"Oh and don't worry about the fish-guts-they were a gift!" chuckles Lance. With that he turns and walks away
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Post by The Lach is very tired on Jul 12, 2008 4:57:13 GMT -5
Some familiar music plays & Matt Hardy heads to the ring.
Bobby Cruiz: Ladies & Gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall! Now on his way to the ring, from Cameron NC, weighing in at 225 lbs he is the current WWE United States Champion Matt Hardy!!
The music changes & Spaz comes out, he looks all business as he heads down the ramp.
BC: And his opponent from Sydney, Australia, weighing in at 208 lbs he is Spaz!!!!
Spaz slides in & he shakes hands with Hardy but he is looking very serious. The bell rings & the two men circle each other. Hardy charges & Spaz catches him with a forearm in the face. Spaz is very focused & he is quick to grab Hardy & take him down. Spaz buries his knee into Hardy's shoulder & pulls back hard on his arm. Hardy grabs the rope & Spaz relents but as soon as Hardy stands Spaz grabs a hold of him & throws a Belly To Belly Overhead Suplex. Spaz tries a lateral press cover.
1 2 NO!
Hardy is surprised by the early onslaught from Spaz but he can fight out of the cover. Both men are quickly up & Hardy goes on the attach whipping Spaz into the corner. He monkey flips him out & climbs the turnbuckle. Hardy leaps off looking for a leg drop. He nails it & covers Spaz.
1 2 ROPEBREAK!
Spaz is able to get his foot on the bottom rope but he looks shaken by the leg drop. Hardy stands & pulls Spaz to his feet. He walks over towards the corner & climbs up, trying to pull Spaz up with him. But Spaz fights him off & bounces his head off the top turnbuckle. Hardy is dazed & Spaz take the opportunity to set him up for something. He has Hardy across his shoulders in a torture rack position. He then uses all his strength to throw up straight up in the air, Spaz then drops onto his back & raises his knees into the air. Hardy's back come slamming down across Spaz's knees! The crowd wince as Hardy is bent backwards. Spaz then rolls over & covers Hardy.
1 2 3!
BC: Here is your winner by pinfall Spaz!
Spaz's music plays he rolls out & grabs a mic.
Spaz: Cut the song! I just made a point here, I have nothing against Matt Hardy personally, but he just found out what This Is Spinal Snap feels like. This goes out as a warning to all of EWT. I will have gold back around my waist sooner then anyone in that locker room expects. Write me off at your peril coz you all know what I am capable of!
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Post by Jon Ford, Risk Insurance Man on Jul 13, 2008 21:42:44 GMT -5
<Big blur on Toomitron screen is shown after Spaz's post-match promo to catch the audience's attention. The blur moves around in a circular fashion until a film reel sound plays. A voice immediately starts to yell angrily. No picture is seen, except this blur continuously going around in a circle.> Voice: WHY IS THIS COMPANY FAILING?! I HAVE BEEN IN THIS GODDAMN BUSINESS FOR OVER 10 YEARS AND MY BEST CLIENTS ARE DROPPING LEFT AND RIGHT ALL BECAUSE OF THIS RECESSION, WHY GOD, WHY? <movie reel noise stops playing, and blur stops moving to a blacken screen, same voice continues, but at a softer pace.> That was then...six months ago. It all started with the economists with this no-nonsense bullcrap reasoning that there will be a Recession and that risk insurance would be useless. One key focal client, EWT stuck around until my business' ultimate demise. My business, for over six generations had the best to offer for risk insurance and then BAM! Supercomputervirusspywaremalware 2007 and now this "economic recession" destroys my business, except one client who stuck with me for the last year and a half. Can anybody guess this client? No, it's not the nBo. Good guess, though. The EWT. That's right. <laughs> To get the money into EWT, I fired all my employees to use up my remaining funds and put it all into training to become an EWT wrestler and offering any of my client services to any EWT personnel that deems need it. For a limited-time special, I will offer a free trial of my services to any EWT-related worker and am offering a free invitation to understand my services... ...any takers? <camera zooms out to show that the blacken screen was the result of the guy's black mask> My name is Jon Ford, "Risk Insurance Salesman." Please take my card <tosses card in the air> and think about my services.... <screen fades to commercial>
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Bill S. Preston, Esq.
VINTAGE D-DAY DAVE! Always cranking dat thing.
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Post by Dave at the Movies on Jul 14, 2008 21:06:03 GMT -5
Gorilla- Well Jess this next match should be a good one.
Ventura- Thats right Gorilla. We got a hot newcomer here name Jason Raid who is ready to make a name for himself. He says he is the next big thing here in EWT and backed it up by putting Damien Xander out of commission with a broken neck.
(John Morrision's entrance music hits and he come to the ring.)
("The Mightiest Gladiator" Jason Raid's music hits and he comes to the ring followed by his manager Mick Badamle.)
The two tie up and the match begins. Jason over powers Morrision and shoves him into the corner. Raid comes running at Morrision and Morrision gets out of the way just in time. Morrision runs towards the ropes and does a back swinging kick right into Raid. Morrision goes for the cover.
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Raid kicks out
Raid gets up and Morrision bounces off the ropes and goes for a drop kick. Raid moves out of the way and Morrision crashes to the mat. Raid picks him up and goes for "the Eliminator" but something is going on outside the ring that makes him stop.
Someone in a dark black cloak has walked down to the ring and takes out Badamle with a huge black chain that they are carrying.
Raid goes to the ropes and screams at the mystery guy and this gives Morrision the opportunity to roll up Raid.
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3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Announcer: Here is your winner.........................John Morrision!!!!!!
Morrision leaves while Raid in a rage goes to attack the mystery guy on the outside. The mystery guy whips his chain at Raid knocking Raid out instantly sending Raid crashing on to the ouside mat.
The mystery guy grabs a chair and throws it into the ring. He picks up Raid and pushes him into the ring. He gets into the ring and slides the chair around Raids neck and folds it up. The mystery guy goes to the second rope and asks for a mic.
Mystery Guy- Here we are now. Looking down at a fallen Gladiator who messed with the wrong person.
The Mystery guy pulls his hood off and it reveal DAMIEN XANDER!!!
Damien- Thats right. This fallen Gladiator that you see before me today supposivley broke my neck. But it was never meant to be. I was sent to a hospital to recover and some how I recovered fast. It was a miracle and I see now there was a reason for it. After that I went home to Boston and contemplated what I should do. I realized that living as a rebel was getting me no where. I realized that I have a bigger calling in life. Before I was just going wild doing whatever I wanted but now I have a mission. And that mission my friends is to rid the EWT of the evil and unjust in the name of God!!!!! You see I do not want your sick or neglected. I yearn for your corrupted!!!!!!! I shall make every indecent soul in the EWT pay for their sins. I shall sacrifice my own life of morality to punish those who prey on the weak. I shall walk in darkness and give up my worldly desires to hunt down the wicked. Tonight is only the beginning. This fallen Gladiator is only the first. Tonight you shall all be witnesses to the beginning of "The Dark Disciple" Damien McKnight!!!!!!!
Damien drops the mic and jumps off the rope onto the chair severly hurting Jason Raid. Blood comes out of Jason Raid's mouth. Damien kneels down beside Raid and puts two symbolic coin looking things on the closed eyes of Raid and looks to say a prayer or something for Raid. He then does the cross sign across his face and chest. Security and police officers come out to arrest Damien but the lights go out and when they turn on Damien is no where to be seen.
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Post by default on Jul 20, 2008 15:24:45 GMT -5
*Backstage, Jumbo Mass stands with a mic in hand, his eyes focusing off camera. Sammy Stardust paces past and back off camera as Jumbo's eyes continue to follow him. Stardust paces back in camera and right back out. Finally he steps back in frame, dressed in a pair of dress pants and an unbuttoned silk white dress shirt. His head is lowered and shaking it slowly in anger and disgust, Jumbo raises up the mic.*
Jumbo: Mr. Stardust, I didn't know you were scheduled for an interview.
Stardust: I wasn't. I mean, I'm not, but that's all I can do tonight apparently and I got a few things I need to get off my chest. So could you do me a big favor and just hold the mic nice and still. You don't have to ask a single question or even add any input, I promise. I just have some uh, how do you say, personal grievances to air.
Jumbo: Okay.
Stardust: You know, I've said it before and I hate to echo like a certain Sega dolphin, but I'll say it again... I got a lot to learn about when it comes to this business.
For starters, I've learned that there's no such thing as common courtesy in even the most basic level of showing respect for fellow athletes, fans or human beings. I mean, I got no problem with Chance or his lackies talking trash to me or the fans. There seems to be few and far people in between that believe in his statements or value his opinions.
No, the type of lack of basic respect that I'm talking about is akin to the Golden Rule. Do unto others and all that jazz. I'm talking about a man facing another man and getting jumped from behind. I'm talking Ratings.
Now I'm not gonna go and talk trash to these two as that isn't my forte. I'm angry, don't get me wrong. I've been fuming, but I've been trying to take it as another lesson learned.
...And I've learned another lesson, as well. I look at the card tonight and from a simplistic stance, it seems great. PPV caliber, really. Hell, all six EWT championships are on the line. Add to that a nice mix of familiar and fresh faces and some of the greatest and most promising athletes the world has seen. ...But, when I look at that same first class card through my personal point of view, I see arrogant and abhorrent acts awarded with championship matches.
I see Andy Duke, a man who I came within a hair of beating. A man who's athletic skills I still respect, despite his personal opinions and attitude... receiving an EWT Toolshed Championship match.
And then, I see none other than Chance Confidence and Ratings getting handed a tag team title match, on a show I'm not booked on due to a lack of medical clearance.
*Stardust steps away from the mike and rubs his hand down his face in frustration.*
Pardon my French, but I think that's bu...*bleep*. Where I come from, championships could take a lifetime to come. I'm not saying it was perfect or overly fair or even that it should apply here, but you better believe if two guys jumped one, there'd be serious repercussions and reparations to pay.
Now, I've tried to remain calm and cool-headed about this. I did after all, get my round trip plane ticket this week and a check in the mail to appear at tonight's show. But it's frustrating seeing these actions take place... especially when I'm considered inactive talent this week and all I can do is talk. You know talking isn't my strong suit, Jumbo.
*With that, Stardust walks off.*
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Post by Toom E. Guci on Jul 20, 2008 18:33:47 GMT -5
*Toom E Dangerously makes his way to the ring & grabs the microphone.* You know, I been doing some thinking. And I been thinking we need something special in EWT to bring the fans back to pay per view. I admit, it has been a while since we had a pay per view. And I was thinking we need to bring a match back in which we have yet to see in a long time. And on August24th, 2008...EWT will make it's return to pay per view after a couple of months of pay per view hiatus. And what better name for a pay per view then No Rest For the Wicked...a name we used once before & I liked it. And there is something else we have used before & I liked that I decided we shall use it again. *A video plays, showing a match that EWT has only dared to do once before. A match that has only occured twice thus far in professional wrestling, with EWT owning the exclusive rights to it. A zoomed out shot shows the set up as we all remember it...* EWT presents the return of the Chamber of Horrors. 2 teams will enter the cage & battle it out for 10 minutes. After 10 minutes, the electric chair will lower to the center of the cage. The object is to get one of the opposing team members strapped into the chair & flip the switch, sending volts of electricity through the opponents body. Done only twice before...it will make it's EWT return. But the question remains...what 10 men will enter the cage & who will be on who's team? In case you are all wondering, there is an open contract at this time for any EWT superstar who dares to enter the match. And if there are any slots left...well, I guess it will have to be all up to me now, wouldn't it?
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Post by The Line on Jul 21, 2008 14:51:51 GMT -5
A ring-crew member is in the ring with a T-shirt cannon, firing off EWT T-shirts into the crowd. Suddenly someone from the crowd jumps over the barricade and climbs into the ring. The crew member has his back turned to the "fan". The camera can't seem to get a good view of his face.
Jerry Lawler: Whats going on here, Cole?
Michael Cole: This isn't planned. It looks like a fan has jumped over the barricade! Get security out here!
The crew member turns around, and gets hit with a lariat, turning him inside out. Finally, this "fan" turns to the camera, so we can see who it is. And it is....
King: What?
Cole: Oh my!
King: I thought he was fired!
...Andy Duke! His hair is longer and much shaggier than usual. He has a a stubbly beard. he is wearing jeans and an "Affliction"-style T-shirt. Another crew member gives him a microphone.
Andy Duke: And who says that shocking comebacks are dead? I'm sure at least a few of you all are wondering "Where have you been? We've only seen you once since Crap-a-Mania. What's up?" Well, it appears that some members of management don't appreciate unplanned rants. My last appearance here upset a few in the front office, to the point that they would rather pay me to sit at home. But I've stayed in shape(he lifts up his t-shirt to reveal his chiseled abs), so that when my contract expired in early July, I could go onto other ventures. So, now you're asking, "If you're contract expired, why are you here?" Well, if there is one thing Andy Duke is not, its a lawyer. My contract had a clause stating that my contract could be renewed, without my consent, once it expired. Yeah, weird, I know. So, I figured, there's more money to be made in this ring then sitting at home. More fame. And I plan earning both, sooner, rather than later. EWT needs a better class of worker, and I'm gonna give it to them.
Andy drops the mic, and exits through the crowd.
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Post by hardcorehensley on Jul 21, 2008 15:51:28 GMT -5
Lillian Garcia: Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is scheduled for one fall, and- Garcia stops herself in mid sentence as Hardcore Hensley and Lance Sterling come brawling out from behind the curtains.Joey Styles: Looks like these two couldn't hold it any longer. Champion and challenger trade hands all the way down the ramp. Hensley ends up winning the exchange, and rolls Sterling inside after slamming his head against the apron. Garcia rolls out, and the referee calls for the bell.
Hensley puts the boots to Sterling for a moment then yanks him back up to his feet. He Irish whips him across the ring, leapfrogging over him on his return. As he comes back again, Hensley falls backwards, and catches him with a monkey flip to wow the crowd. He leaps back up to his feet, and rushes over to Sterling, who stumbles trying to regain his composure. He Irish whips him again, but Sterling ducks his clothesline attempt. When Hensley turns around, Sterling tries his own clothesline, but Hensley evades by rolling to the side. Sterling halts his progress, and turns towards Hensley. A superkick is waiting on him though, and he gets blindsided.Styles: Hensley just about kicked his head clear off of his shoulders! Hurriedly, Hensley hooks his leg.
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3-No.Styles: Way too early of a close call there for the contender. Hensley swears as he pounds the mat with his fist. Dazed, Sterling crawls around aimlessly. Hensley shakes his head at him before pulling him back up from the rear. He goes for a German, but Sterling tightens up instantly. A couple of more tries get blocked as well then Sterling elbows his way out. He turns around, and locks Hensley in for a DDT. He waves his hand up in the air, taunting, but that proves too much as Hensley hoists him up off his feet. He rams him into the nearest turnbuckle. Sterling falls to his feet, clutching his back in pain. He waltzes around while Hensley scales the top rope. Once Sterling's facing him, he jumps off, and nails him with a sharp kick to the chest that sends him to the far corner. Wasting no time, Hensley charges at him. Displaying his insane athleticism, he runs up Sterling himself, kicks off of his head, landing a perfect back flip directly in front of him. Sterling looks on in shock until Hensley drops him with an enzuigiri.Styles: Hensley looks like a ninja out there! Hensley rolls him over, and hooks his leg again.
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NO!Styles: He kicked out, he kicked out! I'm not really sure how, but he kicked out! Frustrated, Hensley slaps the turnbuckle. He huffs and puffs, looking down upon his opponent. He lets out a ruthless roar then jerks Sterling up by his head. He tosses him over the top rope, following with his teeth grinding. He whips Sterling into the guardrail with force. Sterling yelps at his back, hanging his head. Hensley stomps over to him, and lifts him up into the air. He starts military pressing him before the crowd, who look on in awe. After about five reps, he drops him face first over the barricade. Sterling collapses to the floor in dire misery. Unfinished, Hensley takes him back up. He eyes around then whips him into the steel steps. The steps go flying while Sterling lies motionless. Foam seems ready to come out of Hensley's mouth as he breathes heavily, staring down his opposition. He picks Sterling up one last time to roll him back inside. He goes up top, measures himself then comes off with a big elbow down onto Sterling's chest.Styles: He needs help. It knocks whatever life remained in him out, and Hensley drapes his arm over him.
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3.Styles: Oh my God. Garcia: Your winner, AND STILL EWT Ox Division Champion...HARDCORE HENSLEY!!! "Hit Em High, Hit Em Low" begins to play as Hensley keels over in the center of the ring. Sterling rolls out of dodge when out of nowhere, Poe Moe Foe hauls ass out from the stands. He slides in, and tackles Hensley almost out of his boots. He fires away with lethal shots while Hensley can only cover up. Security files out, and manage to pull Foe away from Hensley. That doesn't do much though, for as soon as Hensley is up he lashes back out at him. Dozens are needed to separate the two. Hensley barks at Foe, who replies with his own maniacal laugh. The crowd is crazy for this, still wanting to see them practically kill each other. Finally, a man in black strolls out onto the stage. He has a microphone in hand.EWT Management's Representative: Cut it out! Dammit, I am so sick and tired of this s***! For the past four months you've both done nothing but fight! I've had to endure your pissing and moaning for a match, and when I actually gave in, it wasn't what you wanted. No, you know what, that's it! I give up! You two stupid bastards want to kill one another, go ahead. August 24th, No Rest For The Wicked, anything goes! Kill each other, see if I give a f***! It'll be the match Crap-a-mania didn't want you to see! He lets his mic fall, turning to the back. Hensley's words stop him in his tracks though.Hensley: About motherf***ing time! The Representative sighs, turning back around. He glares across the EWT Arena at the champ. He gains his mic back.Representative: Hardcore Hensley, tell me something, isn't it you who supposedly has prided himself on defending his title. Ever since you won it, you've done nothing, but promote yourself to be a fighting champ. Anytime, anywhere, you say. Well, I'm sure there's bound to be somebody backstage who wouldn't mind slinging your belt over their shoulder. Hell, I know there's more than one! Suddenly, Shadow Fall's "Fury of the Storm" blasts out across the arena, and a new duo appears.Representative: Allow me to introduce to you, to all of you, EWT's latest prospects. At my right, Mike Wills, and to my left, Ron Long. Together, they are The Next Gen! The partners sneer at Hensley's raised brow. Wills, (Credit: Rage from the FWRFed), receives a slightly larger reaction than Long due to extra prior appearances. Meanwhile, Long is pale, short, and lighter in general. He bears red tights to Wills' blue, and has no hair aside from that on his head, which is relatively long.Representative: They hail from San Diego, California, and are a combined four hundred and forty-nine pounds! You say you'll accept all challengers, well try this one. Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is a handicap match, and it is for the EWT Ox Division Championship! Ring the damn bell! He drops his mic again, and heads to the back, waving off his guards. Those who'd been holding back Hensley, leave him to help with Foe, who's dragged up the ramp. TNG race to the ring as Hensley readies himself. The previous ref returns, and calls for the bell yet again.Styles: Hensley just handed out one ass whipping, now it looks like he's gonna have to do another, two actually! Long and Wills eye up Hensley. They whisper back and forth between one another, and Wills reluctantly lets Long go first. The eager youngster moves in on Hensley quickly. He displays phenomenal speed, doing circles around the champ. At last, Hensley manages to lockup with him. He overpowers him into a corner, but the newcomer weasels free. He gets Hensley with a backslide, but there's not even a count. Hensley goes to grab him again, but Long slides under him. When Hensley turns around, Long's waiting on him with stiff kicks. Hensley's surprised initially, but eventually returns the favor. They go kick for kick around the ring, resembling a kick boxing affair more so than a wrestling one.Styles: This is like Jackie Chan and Jet Li! Wills hops up top as Long rolls out of another kick. He makes the tag on instinct, and Wills soars off at Hensley. Unexpectedly, he eats a flying European uppercut that startles him. Long comes over, and the tandem whip Hensley across the ring. On his return, they greet him with simultaneous spinning mule kicks. They rotate off of the canvas in unbelievable fashion, landing on their feet too. Wills whips Long to the ropes, catches him, turns, and drops him across Hensley's chest like a senton. Wills also drops his legs like a double leg drop. The crowd is already rallying behind the two's unique maneuvers.Styles: What is with these guys! Wills pulls Hensley up while the ref sends Long out. Using his precious time, Wills kneels over, and strikes with a low blow. Their once cheers immediately turn to jeers at the sight of Hensley bending over. Wills plants him with a DDT, one that Hensley sells exceptionally well despite still holding his jewels.Styles: So much for the numbers game not being enough. He hooks his leg.
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NO!Styles: With authority! Hensley kicks out quicker than before by pressing Wills up into the air, and propelling him backwards. Wills gets up easily though, and prepares to strike again, but Hensley's had enough and rolls out. He stumbles over to the announce team's table. Just then, a lone fan is shown coming up onto the apron. The ref turns his attention to him as Wills goes over the top rope after Hensley. Hensley's ready though, and wallops Wills with a chair. The shot is devastating, and the ref never sees it. Long throws a s*** fit, pleading with the ref to look. The fan plops down onto the floor, backing off, and the ref goes over to check on the action. As he tends to Wills though, the fan grabs a chair of his own, and levels Long across his back. Long cries out before falling to the floor.Styles: What the hell's going on here! Hensley rolls Wills back inside as the Representative comes back out onto the stage with his jaw almost touching the floor. The fan ducks under the apron, his actions unseen by the ref. Hensley brings Wills up, and spikes him with his Pizza Cutta. Though, the chair shot had probably done enough for the win itself, Hensley makes the cover.
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"Hit Em High, Hit Em Low" hits the loudspeakers to a deafening reaction while the Representative watches in disbelief.Garcia: Your winner, AND STILL EWT Ox Division Champion...HARDCORE HENSLEY!!! Hensley celebrates in the ring, pointing and laughing at the Representative's failed attempt at costing him his gold. The fan, who'd been wearing a ski mask the entire time, slides inside. He removes the mask to reveal himself as none other than, Jacob Leonard.Styles: "Hotter Than Hell" Jacob Leonard! He hasn't been seen since before Hensley took the strap! The friends embrace in the ring, and raise their hands, mocking the Representative, who stays in utter shock. Hensley's fans applaud him, but also award TNG a standing ovation as they struggle on the outside.Styles: Well, I'll be. Hensley's escaped with his title in grasp, and next month, it's official, Hensley/Foe II! Anything goes, folks! OH MY GOD!!! A promo for No Rest For The Wicked follows.
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Post by invaderdave on Jul 21, 2008 23:35:23 GMT -5
Dave sits in his locker room, as the Nyrds sit on either side, as if the three are having a mini-pow wow, discussing their soon to come events...
Dave: Okay, I want pepperoni on mine, and if you want, you can have bell peppers, but only on your half...
Suddenly, Todd Whatisname falls out of one of the lockers, landing on the floor with a quaint thud, his microphone clutched firmly in his right hand. Without missing a beat, Todd picks himself up, dusts himself off, and approaches the World Champion.
Todd: Dave Davies, you've shocked the world a few weeks ago with the sudden reappearance of the Nyrds, and now you're gearing up for a title match with Mahavir Abha... What are your thoughts?
Dave looks up at Todd, a look of bemusement and just a bit of disgust etched into his features. Dave however stands up, and takes the mic, the Nyrds following him up from their seats.
Dave: Mahavir Abha...I like you. Hell, I was waiting for your eventual challenge to my title. But that doesn't mean I won't hurt you. That doesn't mean I won't be beating you within an inch of your life to keep what's mine. So, once you and I are in that ring, face to face...
Mike: Jasmyne's hot!
Dave: ...Yes, thats true. But besides that, thank you for reminding me of her. Abha, if you even consider sending that floozy girlfriend of yours into the ring to try and distract me with a "sexy time..."
Joel: Do you mind if either of us take that particular bullet for you?
Dave: Uh...yeah. G'head... ...So uh, Mahavir Abha...look out. ...Yup.
Dave sighs, as Joel and Mike flash thumbs up to eachother.
Todd: Speaking of the Nyrds, Joel and Mike, now that you've made your return to EWT, what are your plans?
Joel: Well, thats easy...to eat lots of pizza....
Mike: No wait, there was something else...
Joel: Oh, oh yeah! Highland Diamonds, you're a great tag team, you're great tag team champions, but that time is nearing its end! The second greatest tag team in EWT history is back, and we're better than...
Dave: Wait, wait, wait wait wait...second greatest? Who's the first greatest?
Mike: The Ragnals.
Dave: .....Carry on.
Joel: We're back, and we're better than ever! Now dig it. Dig it hard!
Todd takes his mic back, and turns to the camera.
Todd: Strong words from the champion and his proteges. And now, we take it back to more great Extreme Wrestlecrap Threaderation action!
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Tiffany
Mike the Goon
Don't ask me. I'm just a girl... aheheh, aheheh...
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Post by Tiffany on Jul 22, 2008 15:00:36 GMT -5
BACKSTAGE- EWT LOCKER-ROOM
*Tiffany is seen holding the tattered remnants of a "LIAMMANIA!" T-shirt. Tears are running down her face as she looks into the camera.*
Tiffany: [Sniffs] I promised him I wouldn't cry. I don't want to give you the satisfaction. Maeve, with that beating you gave to Liam, he's suffered several fractions & multiply percussions, but he's coming back soon enough to get even with you & your daddy. But that's not soon enough!
At No Rest for the Wicked, I want to get my hands on you. I'm not the biggest, fastest, best or smartest girl around here, but I'm tougher than anyone even suspects. I was the last girl left standing at CrappyMania Stinko, I think. I don't really remember the end of the match. If I could survive in that environment, I easily have the ability to take you on. So you can bring your daddy out with you & he can watch as I administrate a beating you'll never forget!
*Cut to commercials.*
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Sigma: Current SRW Champ!
Dennis Stamp
Writes about wrestling, does videos about game shows, helps transpeople, loves baseball etc.
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Post by Sigma: Current SRW Champ! on Jul 24, 2008 16:27:34 GMT -5
Sigma: Well, here I am in Las Vegas, Nevada. Home to the world famous World Series of Poker. However, due to complications of my EWT Schedule, I couldn't attend this year. Which is kind of a shame, because there are millions here for the taking. But, I can have some fun here. Now, if you excuse me, I need to check in.
*Sigma checks in to his suite at the Rio and gets ready for the night's action*
Sigma: Ok, I'm all set now time for some fun. I think I'll start at the roulette tables.
*Sigma eyes a big winner there, who's about to head away after winning about $35,000.*
Sigma: I see that you've collected quite a bounty. You must be really lucky.
Guy #1: You can say that. I made a nice sum tonight.
Sigma: I have a premonition that the next ball will be antoher winner, pushing you over $100,000.
Guy #1: What would that number be?
Sigma: Try Red.
Guy #1: I'll go with you. *rubs rabbit's foot*
Sigma (under his breath): Too easy.
Roulette Caller: NO more bets *flicks ball and spins wheel* It's Black 34.
Guy #1: Damn you. That was my life savings.
Sigma: It was your own fault taking my advice and rubbing that rabbit's foot. It's all a game of chance, and you lost out. Don't blame me for you being so ignorant and greedy.
Guy #1: I'll Get you *charges after Sigma, but guards go after him* Gah! Let me Go!
Guard: You know the rules, no fighting on the casino floor. He did nothing.
Guy #1: Bah! *thrown out on the street* OW!
Sigma: Good, he's gone. Now....
Guy #2: Mr. Williams, you have an invitation.
Sigma: To what?
Guy #2: Room 284, High Stakes Game, $100,000 Minimum buy-in.
Sigma: Who sent it?
Guy #2: Ted Forrest, Eli Elezra, etc.
Sigma: I'll be right there. Page the front desk and tell them where I'll be.
Guy #2: Yes, Mr. Williams.
*Sigma makes a $275,000 withdrawal and heads to the high stakes room*
*2 hours later*
Sigma: Three nines, David.
David Grey: Too good. *mucks hand*
Doyle Brunson: How much are you up, Sigma? $200,000?
Sigma: Yeah, about there. Probably a few thousand more than that.
Ted Forrest: He's hot. That's all I can say. When he's hot, it gets very difficult to stop him.
Eli Elezra: Sigma, you have about $50,000+ in prop money right now.
Sigma: That's good. No change, keep my props the way they are.
*A messenger appears*
Messenger: There is a phone call for Mr. Williams.
Sigma: Thank you, I must take this call gentlemen.
Doyle Brunson: You're sticking around, right?
Sigma: Of course, I haven't doubled up yet.
Gang: ahhahahahahah
Sigma: Adios.
*Sigma leaves and is caught during the phone conversation*
Sigma: Perfect, the chumps won't know what hit them. I'll see you there. *hangs up reciever*
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Post by hardcorehensley on Jul 25, 2008 9:25:07 GMT -5
We come back from a break to EWT's Ox Division Champion, Hardcore Hensley, who's standing in the center of the ring, a microphone in hand.
Hensley: In one month, the Extreme Wrestlecrap Threaderation will experience it's most brutal affair ever. I can already tell you that. It will be like Hell on Earth when Poe Moe Foe and I have at it. If you think all these little scraps we've been having the past few months were something then there's noway you're gonna be prepared for August f***ing 24th! Hiroshima and Nagasaki got it bad, but I can promise you that the Atom Bomb we drop in the EWT Arena on that day will be far more destructive!
He pauses for a moment as his fans get riled up.
Hensley: I'm not sure if everybody knows how much this truly means to me. You see, it was maybe a couple of weeks after I won my title that Foe made his debut. I've gone through my fair share of frights in my life, but when that crazy bastard showed up with a damn weed whacker, the whole game changed! He tried to deprive me of my gold early on, but I escaped him. It was then that I realized he was nothing more than a b****! My hatred for him grew to a point that I passed up Crap-a-mania, the main event, the EWT Heavyweight Championship! All that because I was hopeful. I was hopeful that management would see it through, and award us a match. They did, albeit it wasn't exactly what I had hoped for. Still, the match Crap-a-mania didn't want you to see is on. No Rest For The Wicked, I don't believe that. Foe will rest, and I pray that it's in peace because I plan on making his last night a living Hell! EWT was never big enough for the both of us, but you wanted to go attack me at a public school! No, now, the World's not big enough for the both of us! Come show time, I suggest you make sure you've done everything in you life that you've set out to because a sacrifice shall be made. Death will happen, and me, Hardcore Hensley...
He stops again, staring down at the mat, silence taking it's toll.
Hensley: Well, let me just steal this baby. Hardcore Hensley WILL NOT DIE!!!
"Hit Em High, Hit Em Low" plays as Hensley throws his mic down. He glares into the nearest cameraman's lenses before rolling out, and returning to the back up the ramp.
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Post by Toom E. Guci on Jul 26, 2008 10:42:05 GMT -5
*Toom E Dangerously is sitting in his office, reading over the Open Contract for the Chamber of Horrors Match...*
Let's see, we got Ratings, Chance Confidence, Spaz, Andy Duke, Damien McKnight....that's 1 team. But now we need the other team.
Guess we will have to draft the other team this Monday, whether they like it or not.
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Post by teamireland on Jul 27, 2008 15:01:10 GMT -5
* A large Irish Tricolour appears on the Toomitron* Voiceover: THE FOLLOWING ANNOUNCEMENT HAS BEEN PAID FOR BY TEAM IRELAND. * "Amhrán na bhFiann" plays as we fade into a shot of the Team Ireland Locker-room.* * A podium of sorts is set up in the middle of the frame. Sean & Aidan stand to either side of it. Coach O'Hare stands behind it wearing a pair of half-moon glasses. Behind him stands Maeve O'Hare. An Irish Tricolour is pinned to the wall behind the assembled Team Ireland members.* O'Hare: It's been a time of quare upheaval for us lately. Shane is still injured, Dave Davies still owes us a title shot & our greatest nemesis, Liam O'Neill *spits* is currently out of the picture. Maeve, perhaps you'd like to speak on that issue. * O'Hare steps aside & Maeve takes the podium.* Maeve: Thanks, daddy. Okay, so, like, whenever I, like, came here all I was doing was visitin' with my da & then I saw him on TV & all & this fella was punchin' him & I was all like, "Excuse me? Did you punch my f***in' da?". So that's why, like, I came here the next week to help me da out & that's why yer man Liam, who my da took under his wing, is now lyin' in a hostible bed! And as for his auld slapper of a girlfriend, if she wants to face me in a match at No Rest for the Wicked, that's dead on. I have no problem showin' her first hand what I done 'til her boyfriend. She'll get the same, like & then she'll know that ye don't f*** with Team Ireland. * Maeve steps down & Aidan takes to the podium.* Aidan: Dave Davies, I'd like to imagine that you consider yourself a man of honour, but all your mates make you look like a tool! Firstly, Brian Gold chickened out of TWO matches against Team Ireland & now you're bringing back The Nyrds? Sean & I have beaten those lads so many times it's so not funny any more! See, Dave, when you had a match against Shane, you never won. It's not important whose fault that is, I'd like to think Dave, that you're a fighting champion & that at No Rest for the Wicked you'd be willing to put that title on the line against me. I'll not take it easy on you like Andy Duke. I'm not out to impress anyone, but it just happens that I always manage to do so. I'm not the flashiest guy in EWT, but I'm definitely the best, a fact that you'll be acknowledging when I beat you to take that EWT World Heavyweight Championship off ye! * Coach O'Hare takes to the podium again.* O'Hare: And, Davies, you can tell Noel & Spike that Aidan & Sean are ready for them any time you want to send your flunkies after us to try & keep your title safe. It's all in vain, though, Davies, Tiffany, Nyrds... you'll all soon know... All: YOU WILL NEVER BEAT THE IRISH!* "Amhrán na bhFiann" plays again as we fade out.*
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Pink Mist
Mike the Goon
I am the sex
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Post by Pink Mist on Jul 27, 2008 19:50:27 GMT -5
The Toomitron lights up, as a video appears on the screen... a rather bizarre one at that. The entire screen is covered in a pink tint, obscuring the image of everything as a familiar song starts up in the background The crowd looks on with confusion... as the scene of a masked man walks onto the screen, seeming to be completely nude, his skin having been painted a bright pink, with what looks like gold glitter decorating his entire body. He turns around, as suddenly a set of words appears over his bare crotch, which he starts thrusting towards the screen.
EWT isn't Sexy...
The man continues dancing in the back ground, in quite a seductive manner, as he starts rubbing over his chest, slowly rocking back and forth in place, before bringing his hands over his head, leaning back and stretching.
EWT isn't hot...
The screen changes, as we see this masked man now holding a picture of EWT wrestler, Tiffany, now shaking his head, then quickly tearing it in half, then wagging a finger. The image changes, showing him holding up a picture of D'zee and Vile as he lays on his back, placing a hand over his masked mouth, seeming to gag, before he sits up and tears this picture in half as well. The image changes once again, this masked man now hanging upside down, looking at pictures of Amnestria, Ivy, and Callie Shaw, rocking back and forth from a bar hanging above the room, now quickly tearing these three up as well, now rocking back and forth, before doing a perfect back flip, landing on his feet, then once again starting to dance, his privates still masked behind this text.
EWT needs more sexy...
The image changes once again as we see a pair of random muscular men, both wearing nothing but pink thongs, posing to the beat of the music, as the masked man struts up between them, now reaching up with both hands and stroking over their cheeks, still dancing in place as he does. The two men don't even acknowledge him, continuing to make their muscular poses. The image then changes once again, as we see the masked man now laying in a rather large bed, underneath what looks to be a pile of more men, who seem to be laying atop of him. He snaps his fingers, as they all hop up, all of them starting to dance once again, as the man hops up on the bed, then begins to dance seductively once again, as he's surrounded by them.
EWT's gonna get some more sexy... soon.
The image cuts away one more time, as we see this masked man resting on his side, an elbow under his chin, as he blows a kiss towards the screen, as the image fades out, leaving behind one word.
Pinkmist
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Sigma: Current SRW Champ!
Dennis Stamp
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Post by Sigma: Current SRW Champ! on Jul 29, 2008 20:10:05 GMT -5
*Malice Mizer’s “Goodbye Blood and Rose” starts playing. Vile comes from the back without any emotion on her face, ready to take on Maeve O’Hare.*
David Penzer: Ladies and Gentlemen, our next contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from Parts Unknown, weighing in at 171 pounds…VILE!
Tony Schiavone: Hi fans, I’m joined in this match by Jerome East. Tonight we have Vile taking on newcomer Maeve O’Hare.
Jerome East: Maeve has about 50-60 pounds and about a few inches on Vile. Vile however is very crafty and can take it to anyone. With that said, the coach is out there and he hates Sigma. So, who knows? Let’s go back to David Penzer.
*Cruachan's "Brown Bull of Cooley" starts playing as Maeve O'Hare makes her entrance, her Coach/Dad following just behind her.*
David Penzer: And introducing her opponent, making her EWT debut, representing Team Ireland, being accompanied by Coach O'Hare, weighing in at 229lbs, from Derry City, Northern Ireland... MAEVE O~HARE!
Schiavone: This is Maeve’s first match here in EWT. She’s quite the humongous woman in the ring, she is bigger than a few of the male wrestlers we have here.
East: And that makes her very dangerous in the ring. She’s got a massive power game, whereas Vile has tons of quickness and stamina. Let’s see how this fares against Maeve and her crafty father.
*Team Ireland's usual Green, White & Gold pyro explodes from the top of the ramp as Maeve flexes her arms & O'Hare holds his Tricolour wrapped Hurley high. The pair makes their way on down to the ring as Coach O’Hare whispers instructions to Maeve. Maeve removes her Team Ireland shirt & dumps it to the ground. She slides into the ring & flexes her biceps once again as the crowd boos all the more.*
DING-DING!
Schiavone: The bell sounds and now we get to the action.
*Vile tilts her head slightly to the side as she gets the measure of Maeve. Vile, for the first time in her EWT career, has found herself facing a woman larger than herself. The two women tie up with each other & Maeve gets an advantage forcing Vile down to one knee before shoving her across the ring. Vile launches herself back at Maeve with a flying Clothesline. Maeve staggers back a bit, but doesn't fall down. Vile hits Maeve with a Dropkick & Maeve still doesn't go down. Vile hits the ropes & hits Maeve with a Cross-Body. Maeve sits up again a little surprised. Vile charges Maeve again, but Maeve counters with a lariat that sends Vile spinning. Vile gets back to her feet & takes another run at Maeve. Maeve gives Vile a Back Body Drop over the top rope & Vile goes crashing onto the floor. Maeve exits the ring & whips Vile towards the security rail. Vile reverses the whip & sends Maeve into the rail instead. Vile nimbly leaps onto the rail & walks along it before leaping onto Maeve's shoulders & snapping off a Hurracanrana. Maeve gets back to her feet a little woozy. She looks around for Vile. Vile surprises her by running along the ring apron & leaping off with a Flipping Senton. Coach O'Hare makes threatening motions to Vile who merely turns around & flips him off. Vile struggles to heft Maeve back into the ring. After quite an effort. Vile manages to roll the groggy Maeve back in & attempts a tope from the apron into the ring. Maeve rolls out of the way, but Vile manages to roll through with the move. Just as she gets back to her feet, though, Maeve hooks Vile up for a Double Under hook Suplex & sends her flying.*
Schiavone: A massive Butterfly Suplex and Vile is sent clear to the other side of the ring.
East: That’s the power game that Maeve has. And there you see Vile rolling out of the ring, that’s smart. Get a breather.
*Vile rolls out of the ring for a moment & Maeve follows closely with an Elbow Suicida. Maeve rolls Vile back into the ring & whips her into a corner. Maeve aims to follow up with a splash, but Vile sidesteps at the last moment & Maeve crashes into the corner. Vile nips behind Maeve & gives her a Straitjacket Lung Blower. Maeve is down. Vile tries to turn Maeve over into a Camel Clutch. Maeve resists the move & instead sweeps Vile to the ground. Maeve lifts Vile by the legs aiming for a Wheelbarrow Suplex, but Vile counters with a quick Bulldog, planting Maeve face-first. Maeve is getting back to her feet while Vile scales the ropes. Vile comes flying off feet first, catching Maeve right in the chest with a Missile Dropkick. Maeve rolls out of the ring again & Vile follows with a Plancha. Maeve catches Vile & gives her an overhead belly to belly Suplex sending Vile crashing onto the entrance ramp. Maeve grabs a chair from near the announce table & sets it up next to the security rail. Maeve drags Vile over to the chair & sets her up on it. Maeve decks Vile & takes a few steps back. The crowd have an inkling what's happening next & have begun chanting already...*
Schiavone: Maeve has Vile in a compromising position here. Looks like she’s setting her up for a big move.
"Olé, Olé, Olé, Olé, Oooolé, Oooooooooolé"
East: It looks like it, Tony. Maeve charges and nails Vile with a powerful Ole Kick.
Schiavone: We felt that move as Vile falls from the chair and onto the floor.
*Maeve blasts Vile with the Olé Kick. Maeve quickly rolls Vile back into the ring & out again to break the referee's count. She brings Vile back to her feet again; Vile immediately starts fighting back hitting Maeve with a series of elbow & forearm shots. Maeve is also fighting back with strikes of her own. Vile manages to knock Maeve with a strong uppercut. Maeve reels back & Vile grabs a hold of the temporarily dazed Maeve aiming for a Belly-to-Belly Suplex. Maeve strikes back with a headbutt to Vile. Vile is left dazed. She releases her grip on Maeve. Maeve slides back into the ring & Vile quickly follows. Maeve goes for a Clothesline which Vile ducks. Vile struggles, but eventually manages to heft Maeve back overhead with a German Suplex. Maeve's body is too big & cumbersome for Vile to maintain her grip on Maeve's waist. The move doesn't look pretty, but Vile makes a cover on Maeve anyway...*
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KICKOUT!
Schiavone: Maeve kicks out at two.
East: Maeve was stunned for a bit, but not quite enough for Vile to get the pin.
* Maeve gets back to her feet & whips Vile to the ropes. Vile bounds off the ropes & Maeve grabs her for a Spinebuster. Vile manages to change to move mid-flow & plants Maeve with what is, effectively, a Tornado DDT. Both women lie on the mat for a moment. Vile is the first to get standing again, but Maeve is up almost immediately after. Maeve swings a punch at Vile. Vile blocks it & twists Maeve's arm back behind her back. In a flash, Vile has Maeve trapped in the Crossface Chickenwing. Maeve uses all her leg strength to force Vile backwards & crushes her against the turnbuckles. Vile collapses back against the turnbuckles & Maeve sets her up on the top rope. Maeve tries to set Vile up for the "Celtic Tiger Bomb", Vile fights her off & shoves Maeve down to the mat below. Vile dives off the top aiming for a "Vile-canrana", but Maeve catches her before she can fully execute the move & dumps her with a violent Folding Powerbomb...*
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SHOULDER UP!
Schiavone: And now Vile kicks out after that massive Powerbomb.
East: Maeve had this won, but Vile’s stamina and endurance comes to play.
*Vile still in Maeve's grasp, tries to turn the position to her advantage & perform a modified Kip-Up 'Rana. She just doesn't have the strength. Maeve lifts Vile up & is about to dump her with a second Powerbomb when Vile manages to roll back down over Maeve's shoulders & catch her opponent with a Sunset Flip...*
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KICKOUT!
East: And now Vile tries to put her away, but Maeve kicks out again. This is a back and forth contest, Tony.
Schiavone: It certainly has and Maeve just drills Vile with a vicious Spear.
* Vile goes down, clutching at her midsection. Maeve wraps her legs around Vile's body & uses all the strength in her powerful thighs to try & crush Vile. Even despite her mask, it's obvious that Vile is in trouble as she desperately tries to reach out to the ropes. There's nowhere for her to hold onto. Maeve has Vile trapped right in the middle of the ring. Vile is trying to scrabble anyway she can towards the ropes, but Maeve keeps her legs tightly clamped around Vile. Vile pushes her own legs up &, despite great pain to herself, manages to roll backwards & position herself sitting on Maeve's chest, pinning the Irishwoman's shoulders to the mat...*
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KICKOUT!
Schiavone: Maeve kicks out and almost was pinned.
East: Vile’s craftiness almost had the match won for her, but Maeve’s strength wins out again.
*Maeve shoves Vile off her chest & out to the ropes again. Vile slides out of the ring & stands at the apron. She holds onto the top & is about to springboard herself back into the ring when O'Hare, unseen by the referee, catches her ankle with the Hurley. Vile's head smashes against the edge of the ring & she falls to the floor. O'Hare rolls Vile back in. The referee questions O'Hare about his actions, but the Coach denies any wrong-doing. Maeve drags Vile back standing & whips her into a corner. Maeve climbs the ropes & tries to wrap her legs around Vile's head in a Figure-4 Neck-Lock. Before she can properly lock the move in, Vile gets a sudden burst of strength & runs out to the centre of the ring, carrying Maeve & hitting her with the Liger Bomb! The referee counts...*
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KICKOUT!
Schiavone: Massive Liger Bomb, but Maeve still won’t go down.
East: How long until we have a winner here. This match could go on for hours.
*Maeve just managed to escape the pin. She strikes back at Vile with an elbow smash & picks Vile up on her shoulders. Maeve gives Vile a Canadian Backbreaker then slams her down to the mat Dominator-Style. Vile nurses her back as she lies on the mat. Maeve lifts Vile again, but before she can do anything, Vile hits Maeve with a Codebreaker, driving her knees into Maeve's chest. Maeve staggers back & Vile indicates she's about to go for the "Vile-Driver". Coach O'Hare leaps onto the apron & throws his Hurley into the ring. Maeve reaches to grasp it, but the ref is wise to O'Hare's shenanigans. As Maeve grabs the Hurley so does the ref. Vile is about to attack Maeve, who's feigning tug-o-war with the ref when D'Zee leaps from the crowd & nails Vile with a couple of stiff blows before quickly exiting the ring again. Maeve releases the Hurley & the ref disposes of it outside the ring. A dazed Vile walks backwards & winds up in Maeve's grasp. Maeve hits Vile with the "Cooley Cattle Drive" & makes the cover...*
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DING-DING-DING!
Schiavone: Vile had it won, but D’Zee stuck her nose in her business and costs her the match.
East: True and Maeve O’Hare takes full advantage of it.
Schiavone: That stinks.
Penzer: Here is your winner... MAEVE... O~HARE!!!
*Maeve celebrates like mad in the ring. O'Hare gets in the ring to congratulate her, he raises his daughter's arm in victory & she leans down to give her Dad a hug. The pair exit the ring as O'Hare continues to wave the Hurley proudly & Maeve continues to beam with pride over winning her first match.*
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Maelstrom
AC Slater
The Tide Will Turn!
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Post by Maelstrom on Aug 2, 2008 17:45:03 GMT -5
(We are backstage with the man known as Maelstrom. His face doesn't really tell us much but he is certainly here with a purpose. As the crowd settles down Maelstrom takes up a microphone)
MAELSTROM: Day after day, hour after hour, minute after minute I have been asked and questioned ... asked and questioned about No Rest for the Wicked and the announced match myself and nine other men will compete in, the Chamber of Horrors.
(The fans cheer)
MAELSTROM: Questions ranging from Can I win? do I trust my so called team? Will I throw the switch? What can I do to prepare for such an enviroment? All these questions I answered with the a simple statement ... The Tide Will Turn ... but as I answered each and every fan, wrestler, waitress, cab driver and egomanical midget I began to think to myself what does that phrase I use even mean anymore?
(He pauses as if to think for a second)
MAELSTROM: Back when I first arrived in the EWT I ended everything I said with this phrase. Like an omen that I would change the status quo, that old timers would fall and I would become that very change in the Tide. But now today in 2008 the titles have been won, the opponents who crossed the current have been defeated and I am one of those old timers.
(The crowd cheers Maelstrom, an audience meber shouts 'Don't retire!' which Maelstrom hears)
MAELSTROM: Oh this isn't that kind of speech, I'm not heading for down that path for a long time. No this is in search of meaning, in search of that something that lurks in the depths ... Yes the Tide turned and it turned for the better and for the worst over the years. the relaity is that the tide became stronger, more violent and regular. Now in this ever shifting tide of wrestling trends and faces it is time for the true tide to stop.
(Getting more animated)
MAELSTROM: Come the day of the Chamber of Horrors I will lead out my team, and I will show each and everyone of you why I am no longer a man that changes the tide but instead the swirling horror that everyone fears to face in the EWT. I no longer wait for the Tide to Turn, nor do I bring about the Turning of the Tide, no ... what I am ... what I have become ... is the gaping chasm, the endless void that all eventually fall into.
(Now almost shouting)
MAELSTROM: To face the Maelstrom is to face the Charybdis of wrestling. I am entrenched in the very foundations of this place. I am the force of nature you try to cross at your peril. I am the horror chamber your mind cannot escape ...
(calmer, but still dangerous in tone)
MAELSTROM: I am the creature in the dark that will devour each and every man that faces me, then when they have had enough I spit them out bloody, broken and defeated! I am The Maelstrom!
Fade out
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