Pink Mist
Mike the Goon
I am the sex
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Post by Pink Mist on Aug 2, 2008 18:33:40 GMT -5
Following this last promo, the Toomitron once again starts to light up, as the crowd watches the familiar masked face staring right at them, the screen once again tinted in a pink shade. The screen immediately shifts to a scene, as it shows the man donning a royal purple robe, as he once again thrusts his hips towards the screen, hands folded behind his back. He then lowers those hands slowly, rubbing them rather softly down the sides of that robe, and making his way to the belt holding it shut. He ever so slowly begins to untie that belt, before quickly ripping it off, ripping that robe open, as he now seems to be wearing another zip up suit, this one made of black leather.
The Sex is on the way...
The screen shifts once again to another scene, as the now leather clad man is doing yet another slow, seductive dance, as another group of muscular men, all clad in just enough clothing to avoid being censored, which is of course a bright pink. These random men immediately surround the dancing man, once again starting to make a number of muscular poses to the beat of the music. The man then kicks up a leg, now stretching it across one of these men's shoulders, who immediately grabs and holds him up, as he immediately hops up, stretching that other leg across the other man's shoulder, doing a mid air splits of sorts, at these two nameless people he's straddling atop, lift him up high, before the man quickly wraps a leg around both of their necks, then hangs upside down off of them both. Another man slips behind, now slowly unzipping the back of this leather suit, until finally the man falls down and slips completely out of it, revealing that on top of all the previous clothes, he's also wearing a tight bright purple tank-top and matching tight shorts. You can once again see his pink painted skin covered with gold glitter. He rolls back to his feet and quickly pops back up.
You cannot stop the Sex...
The image changes once again, as the even less clothed man is seen clinging around and dancing on a nearby pole, as in the background, even more nameless muscular men can be seen posing all around him. He slowly reaches over and yanks off his top, quickly pulling it over his head, then swinging it around above that masked face, before tossing it off to the side, as it lands atop one of these men's heads. With his chest now revealed, the man starts slowly rubbing over it with his bare hands, moving them up slowly and also rubbing over his shoulders.
The image cuts once again, as we see a view from behind, as this rather strange man's backside, as he reaches down and slides those shorts off, letting them drop down at his feet, revealing him to be wearing a very tight pair of pink trunks underneath, with the initials P and M visible on both of us his "cheeks". The camera swings around, as the man once again starts to his seductive dancing, as the image cuts once again, as we see the man holding another set of photos in one hand, nodding with approval, then turns it around, revealing a set of Sean McCann, Andy "The Eagle" Davidson, Richard Clay, Mahavir Abha, and MR. BAD's photos, as he nods and motions to the screen, blowing it a kiss.
You won't resist the Sex...
We cut to a final image, as we all these men laying in a huge pile in the middle of this room, as the masked man stands in front of it, then falls back, sprawling out across all these nameless men, thrusting his thankfully covered crotch once again towards the screen, as we fade out once again.
The Sex is Coming soon...
Pinkmist
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Post by Tea & Crumpets on Aug 3, 2008 11:29:25 GMT -5
*cut backstage. Sum Guy is stood with the Highland Diamonds, who are looking a little more dishevelled than usual.*
Sum Guy:…I’m Sum Guy, and….ugh....I’ll not even bother doing my intro, as you’ll just cut me off an-
Emerald Warrior: Shut up.
Angus: Well EWT, it’s been a while. Everybody’s wanting to know where we’ve been fah tha past month. Well, I’ll tell ya.
Warrior: Not that he really needs to make the effort though, as since 99% of you are obese basement lurkers who live in cyberspace, you can just go on the internet and find out for yourselves. After all, if you read it on the internet, it HAS to be true.
Angus: Fact is, our little absence was not planned. It was not a well deserved holiday, nor was it injury. It was quite simply, another shoddy display of airport maintenance by this country. In Scotland it’s run better, and some of mah people eat fried Mars bars for goodness sake! So when that kind o’ person can run an airport better than the richest country in tha world, ye know somethin’s wrong.
Warrior: But nevertheless, the officials were eventually enlightened to the fact that I can come from wherever I want and nobody has any right to disbelieve me, and we were allowed back in to compete. Not that you can really call massacring every hodge-podge duo in this place competition. I mean, let’s look at the challengers here- Rated X. beat em. Team Ireland- beat em. Zephyr Brothers- sent em packing. TJT- sent em packing. There’s not many teams left for us to beat!
Angus: But ye’ve found one at last, as now, this week, we’re got the reformed Elite Perfection in a tag match. Regarded as one of the most competent teams in EWT. But what have ye actually done of note in the past year? Nothing. Chance, ye lost tha EWT World Title at yah first PPV defence. Ratings, ye ionly came back 3 weeks ago, an’ in ya first run ya barely did anything. Yet you’re instantly handed a tag title shot. That…that irks me quite a bit. We had ta bust ourselves fah 4 months ta get a shot, an ye can just scrawl ya name on some piece of paper, do ya silly little gymnasticy routine an’ handspring back in, and ye get a shot straight away. You’re getting on tha wrong side of me already, an everybody who’s got on tha wrong side of us has been ended.
Warrior: Let’s just take a look at you 2- you’re both the typical bleach-blonde, cocky, high society, self-important, snobbish, wannabe-flamboyant arrogant and yet oh so bland-tacular bores, like so many other wrestlers. The last said cocky “I think I’m a star” team we faced, TJT, we not only beat them, we took them OUT of EWT. What makes you think you’ll be any different? Heck, Ratings, you’ve barely been back 5 seconds. And in this, your first match back I believe- although the 2 facts that my memory there may be shoddy as I have spent a month in various states of custody, and the fact you’re so instantly forgettable I can’t find the effort to keep track of your affairs- you’re going to be going straight back out of EWT! You’ll have a shorter run than those 2 Rastafarian chaps who were here for all of, oh…an hour?
Angus: An’ before my partner looses the thread, I’ll just point out somethin’ else ta ye- you’re disrespectin’ us, by comin’ along an’ getting a shot at our belts without earnin’ yah salt. You’re disrespecting tha tradition of hard work an’ payin’ dues. It can’t be said I’m a nice guy, or a fair guy, or a fan favourite. But I am 1 thing, an that’s respectful of this business. Not of the people in it, but of the tradition of wrestling itself. Tradition dictates that ye earn your spot. Chance, ye lost your belt, you drop back ta tha bottom and need ta work your way up again. Ratings, ye come back after a lengthy absence, ye go back ta tha start like any other newcomer. But you 2 seem ta think you’re better than that. Now, while we know we’re better than having ta do that, after our past successes elsewhere, we still worked our way up. Ye haven’t. An quite frankly, ye’ve pissed me off.
Warrior: I have to say you’re getting my back up a bit too. I mean come on. Who seriously gives a damn about either of you anymore? Some English cock of the walk, and some French cock de la promenade- see that, I can speak plenty of languages- your time is long past. You’ve been superseded by the likes of me and Angus, and the fact is- any wrestling company can hire 20 of each of you for 10 bucks a week. You’re like mindless robotic clones, each one more identical than the last.
Angus: And as ye may have noticed, this tag match won’t be the only time you’re facing us. If ye are so lucky to escape the fate of TJT an’ others, and do make it ta tha PPV, ye’ve got tha Chamber. You an yah buddies, the guy who doesn’t like bugs, the guy who threw me out at the Rumble cause he’s a no good Aussie git, an the guy I’ve never heard of, you’re in fah a treat. We’re on the other team. An’ personally, I’m hopin’ that me an’ Warrior are tha ones who get ta strap one of ye 2 into tha electric chair an throw tha switch.
Warrior: And, while we certainly have no fondness for any of our teammates, we’re more than willing to use them to achieve our goals. The ends justify the means, unless you’re one of those idealist hero types. Maelstrom, he’s got plenty of issues. Sure, he’s the captain, even though if the GM had any grasp of reality he’d have made us the co-captains, but he’s a bit…weird. All the aquatic creatures references and stuff, he strikes me as the type who was never satisfied with a goldfish as a kid. Probably the sort of brat who jumps in the dolphin enclosure despite the enormous sign telling you not to do so, or maybe he tried to smuggle an eel home from the local park. I don’t really care either way. But still, if he helps us rack up another win, he’s OK by me. I’ll buy him a pet sea urchin or something.
Angus: Our other teammates ain’t exactly stellar either. There’s that fellah with one arm, Sammy Stardust. Sammy, I’ll give ye credit, ye’ve got plenty of guts. I just hope they make up fah ya weakness in limbs, cause if ye let us down I’ll make ya more symmetrical.
Warrior: And then there’s…uh…..some other no name. Bricktop Bully or something. Funny, I thought he’d retired.
Angus: But this Barry guy is another person who’s already pissed me off. Barry, ye’ve been here fah all of 1 video clip, an I already hate ya. You an that Damien guy, you get in tha main event straight away when nobody knows who you are., We’ve never been put in the main event until now, even though we’ve been the highlight in every match. So after we’ve shattered Elite Perfection again, an’ after we slaughter Damien in the Chamber too, don’t be all happy cause ye’ve won. We’re only team mates until the bell rings ta signal tha end. Then, then we’ll deal with ye too. Ye wanna main event your first show? Ye’ll also be main eventing it as yah last show.
Sum Guy: I’m Sum Guy, and I once took a course at cooking colle-
Warrior: Shut up.
Angus: Scotland forever!
*Angus throws his kilt over the camera lens, covering it up*
*cut to adverts*
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The Line
Patti Mayonnaise
Real Name: Bumkiss. Stanley Bumkiss.
Peanut Butter & JAAAAAMMMM!
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Post by The Line on Aug 3, 2008 15:03:36 GMT -5
*We are taken to a dark cemetary. A slight mist rolls in. The scene is lit by a very bright, full moon. Suddenly, Andy Duke pops up from behind a headstone. He is wearing a black suit and tie. His new beard is thicker. His hair is parted to the left,but his long bangs cover his left eye slightly.
Duke: No Rest for the Wicked, huh? I don't know man, seems like these guys and gals are getting nothing but rest. Hmmm....hanging out graveyard. How delightfully....bone-chilling. You can learn a lot from those who have passed on. And the good part is, they always have time to listen. Some seem to be afraid of the dead. To be frank, I am a little,too. But for the 24th, I have to put all those fears behind me. Which is why, tonight, I plan on camping out here(he throws a knapsack from behind the gravestone somewhat towards the camera).Dawn will break once I make it through this dark night, and I will rise a new man.
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Bill S. Preston, Esq.
Blames Everything On Snitsky. Yes, Even THAT.
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Post by default on Aug 8, 2008 1:42:42 GMT -5
Sammy Stardust sits in front of a slot machine in Vegas. Dressed in his usual attire of black dress pants, a tuxedo shirt and an untied black tie he faces away from the machine on the stool and flips a quarter in the air, catching it in his hand.
Stardust: I've never been much of a betting man, but I've been watching this machine all night. Quarters have been going in steadily, but so far, nothing has returned. I'm not much of a betting man, but that's more because I try to make sure my risks are well calculated.
Which leads me to the issue at hand, No Rest for the Wicked. A fitting title for an event ending with a Chamber of Horrors match. A match where ten men will wage war and one unlucky entrant will be electrocute to the shawk and awe of the EWT's faithful fans.
I've found myself pushed into this hellacious structure, which I'm sure some of The Volunteers will be quick to pass off as fear. As I mentioned before, I try to make sure my risks are well calculated before diving in.
...And when I saw the list of Volunteers, the idea of teaming with the likes of Ratings, Chance Confidence or Andy Duke, I considered that a payoff when it comes ot knowing when to fold or when to walk away. Make no mistake about it, it's not fear. It's a prime example of things happening for a reason. I find it fitting that I've been drafted to against these men.
Which brings me to my teammates, The Draftees. I can feel some tension in the air. Can I trust any or all of them? I'm sure they're wondering likewise. Truth be told, I'm not here to make friends... I'm here to fight. Deep down inside, I've got to say I'm still a boxer. I've been trained to work by myself, rely on myself, and watch out for myself. But then again, I've got enough to prove without resorting to backstabbing. Hell, I've got enough to deal I shouldn't even worry about being stabbed in the back.
First off, I've go to against two former World Champions in Spaz and Chance Confidence. Two men, Chance Confidence and Ratings, who have set about attempting to making a mockery of myself, comparing me to some freakshow carnival attraction and attempting to rid the EWT of my existance. Then there's Andy Duke, a man who showed myself and the fans no respect when he refused to give me five more minutes and the fans a winner in our match. Finally, they have a wildcard in Damien McKnight, a man who made an impact ending the career of "The Gladiator" Jason Reid.
Stardust pauses, staring at the shiny quarter in his hand before slowly balling up fist loosely.
Stardust: You know, the more I hear myself talk, the less this sounds like a smart move on my part. Maybe I've got more heart than what I can handle. But the fact is, I've got a lot to prove and you don't prove points sitting around.
Stardust stands up from the stool and looks at the quarter in his hand. Keeping his eye on it, he begins to speak.
Stardust: After all, what do I have to lose?
Stardust slides the quarter in and pulls the arm as the numbers spin around. They slowly stop followed by some beeping and the sound of clinging metal. Five quarters drop out as Stardust slides them out.
Stardust: And for anyone who wants to doubt a one armed man in a Chambers of Horrors match, take that as a lesson. It only takes one arm to flip that switch.
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Post by hardcorehensley on Aug 12, 2008 10:35:59 GMT -5
"Hit Em High, Hit Em Low" starts up.
Lillian Garcia: Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is scheduled for one fall, and it is for the EWT Ox Division Championship! Introducing the champion, from Richmond Virginia, he weighed in this morning at approximately two hundred and fifty-two pounds...Hardcore Hensley!
Hensley makes his way to the ring donning his usual antics.
Garcia: And his opponent, already in the ring, out of Marietta, Georgia, weighing in at two hundred and two pounds...Consequences Creed!
Creed salutes the audience as he bounces around in his corner. Once both men are in the ring, the referee checks them then calls for the bell.
They circle each other to begin, trading smack all the while. Hensley goes for a stiff kick, but Creed evasively rolls out of dodge. He comes back with an uppercut that startles the champ. Creed grabs Hensley, and places him in a headlock. He tightens his grasp aggressively, and takes Hensley down to one knee. He tries again, but Hensley's back up. He lifts Creed up, and drives him down hard on his backside. Wasting no time, he jumps up to his feet then takes to the ropes. Creed meets him on his return, but finds only a sharp drop kick. They quickly make it back up, Creed not wanting to fall behind. Hensley pushes Creed back against the ropes, and Irish whips him across the ring. Hensley preys on him on the rebound, but Creed slides underneath of him, performing a split to boot. He attempts to gain the upper hand, but Hensley's having none of that whatsoever, and sticks him with a superkick. Hensley's momentum carries him down to the mat with his opponent, and he makes the initial cover.
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3-No!
Creed's shoulder sprouts up at the last second. Hensley catches his breath for a moment, but shakes everything off. He brings Creed back up with him, but his opposition fends him away with a trey of lefts. Creed rushes him back into a corner with a clothesline. He looks for a bulldog on the way out, but as he leaves his feet, Hensley holds him up high. Hensley maneuvers himself around the middle of the ring before tossing Creed up into the air. Astonishingly, Creed spins, coming down directly into Hensley's Pizza Cutta. The arena loses it as Hensley hooks the leg.
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3!
"Hit Em High, Hit Em Low" replays.
Garcia: Your winner, and STILL EWT Ox Division Champion...Hardcore Hensley!
The ref raises Hensley's arm briefly until he rolls out of the ring with his belt. He retires back up the ramp, shouting the date for No Rest For The Wicked out to the crowd.
8/31
A promo for said event follows.
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Pink Mist
Mike the Goon
I am the sex
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Post by Pink Mist on Aug 12, 2008 19:05:01 GMT -5
We cut to the EWT ring, as we see Colt Cabana bouncing around in the ring, a huge grin on his face, as he looks ready for this upcoming match. He doesn't have to wait long, as almost immediately, the lights begin to dim in the arena, as a familiar tune picks up on the Toomitron. The crowd looks toward the entrance way, as suddenly a number of pyros shoot off, a red one first, followed by orange, yellow, blue, green, purple, and finally pink. The screen lights up... with four words. THE SEX HAS ARRIVED.The crowd then watches as a familiar figure struts out from the back, flocked by four men in bright pink and white tuxedos, all looking quite muscular, as in the middle of them we see a masked man donning a royal purple robe, with the image of a what looks like a rooster stitched across the back of it. The man continues to strut down toward the ring, as a spotlight shines down from the ceiling, following all five of these men, as Cabana looks on from inside the ring, rather confused by this sight. The man then stops in front of the ring, as these four men all hoist him up on their shoulders, as he quickly vaults off their into the ring, strutting into the middle of it now and casting a gaze at Cabana, flashing him a huge smirk, before reaching down, slowly undoing the strap on his robe, pulling it free, then twirling it above his head, before tossing it to the outside. He rips off the robe, revealing a black leather suit worn underneath. Cabana's expression grows even more confused, as the man starts to do a very slow and seductive dance in the middle of the ring, then reaching back and unzipping this attire as well, sliding out of it and revealing his wrestling attire, a pair of very tight deep pink trunks, with the initials P and M stitched across his "cheeks" in gold thread. He looks over at Cabana, quickly blowing him a kiss. He then springs over to his corner with a cartwheel, as Cabana gives a very baffled look toward the referee. Announcer: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Halsted Street in Chicago Illinois, weighing in at 235 pounds, Colt "Boom Boom" Cabana! The crowd gives Cabana a nice pop, as he continues to stare with confusion at his opponent. Announcer: And his opponent... making his EWT Debut... from the... Temple of Bliss, weighing in at 200 pounds... Pink Mist! Pink Mist simply poses for the crowd, who give a rather mixed reaction it seems. He struts up toward the center, as Cabana follows, the bell sounding. They quickly lock up, Cabana taking Pink Mist into an arm wrench, looking for a top wrist lock. Pink Mist however quickly rolls through, then drops Cabana with a quick drop toe hold! He pops back up, bouncing off the ropes with a low dropkick to the face! Cabana rolls off to the side, getting back to his feet, as Pinkmist quickly gets on his hands, wrapping his legs around Cabana's neck and taking him down with a head scissors takeover! He then springs back to his feet, following with a quick standing moonsault for a pin. 1....2.. Cabana kicks out. He rises back to his feet, as Pinkmist immediately lunges in, catching him with a quick series of forearms, sending him stumbling back, as he grabs and whips him forward, only for Cabana to reverse it, ducking down for a Back Body Drop. Pinkmist however stops himself, then reaches back and slaps Colt on the ass! He immediately hunches back up, looking on with surprise, just in time to get a dropkick between the eyes! Cabana goes back down, rising to his feet, only to get grabbed around the head, as Pinkmist takes him down with a bulldog! Cabana grasps at his neck, as Pinkmist drops down and straddles his face, for a rather unique pin. 1....2... Cabana pushes Pinkmist off. He rises back to his feet, then leaping up for a Hurracanrana, Cabana however catching this and countering into a Powerbomb! Pinkmist lands hard, grasping his back in pain, as Cabana drops down, looking for a cover. 1....2... Pinkmist kicks out. Cabana quickly lifts him up, hoisting him up and bringing him down across his knee for a back breaker, Pinkmist gasping in pain. Cabana rolls him off, then quickly grabs him by the legs, setting up for a Canadian Bacon Leaf! Pinkmist gasps in pain, as Cabana starts leaning forward and putting more pressure on Pinkmist's prone form. He gasps in pain, trying to wriggle free from that grip, but Cabana refuses to let go. Pinkmist desperately starts crawling toward the bottom rope now, Cabana trying to hold him still, but to no avail, as eventually he grabs onto the bottom rope, forcing a break. Cabana reluctantly does so, but not before delivering a few blatant stomps across that back, Pinkmist gasping further in pain, as he clutches at the area. Cabana then scoops him up, whipping him hard toward the turnbuckle, then charging full speed, looking for the Flying Apple! Pink Mist however ducks out of the way, as Cabana lands ass-first in the corner, grasping his buttocks slightly, as Pinkmist suddenly charges forward, hitting his own version of the move... known as The Irresistible Fanny Force, driving his bottom right into Cabana's face! He looks on in horror, before slumping down to the bottom of the turnbuckle, as Pinkmist steps forward, thrusting a bit toward the turnbuckle, then beginning to slam his crotch right into Cabana's face, as the crowd watches on, Pink Mist driving it harder and harder against, before backing up, then running full speed for an especially hard one to the face, Cabana grasping at it in pain... and perhaps horror. The very odd man steps away, as Cabana slowly rises out of the turnbuckle, charging angrily now, looking for a Lariat, Pink Mist however ducking down, then countering with a falling neck breaker! Cabana hits the mat hard, grasping that neck further, as Pink Mist wags his finger down at his fallen opponent, before scooping him up quickly, then sticking his head between his legs, taking him down with a move simply known as the Orgy Driver! Cabana lands with a thud, before flopping to the mat, as Pink Mist quickly makes a cover. 1....2....3! Announcer: Here is your winner... Pink Mist! I Want Your Sex starts up once again, as the crowd gives a light pop, for whatever reason, as Pink Mist bows to the crowd, before strutting back over and vaulting out of the ring, landing right in the arms of these four men in suits, who quickly carry him off to the back once again, Pink Mist still clutching slightly at that back, as they disappear to the back. We quickly fade to the next segment.
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Post by Relegate Hunter on Aug 17, 2008 18:58:57 GMT -5
*The whole EWT arena goes pitch black and the Toomitron starts playing Matrix-esque letters rolling down the screen. The screen freezes on: Relegate Hunters A Dire Agenda Shuts Lid Aligned Angels I will Return After a few seconds of this the lights switch back and the Toomitron goes back to normal*
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Post by respectmeordye3 on Aug 18, 2008 15:47:40 GMT -5
Bullz-I comes on out to an awaiting Black Machismo and a booing crowd...
the bell rings as his music fades and the match is underway...Callie then rushes into the ring only to get restained and forced out to ringside by the referee....giving Bullz-I enough time to sneak the brass knuckles from his tights and onto his hands and then clobber Black Machismo with them.
he yanks off his brass knuckles and stuffs them down his tights before going for the pin just as the referee turns his attention back to the "match" as it is.....
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Bullz-I wins!
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Post by respectmeordye3 on Aug 18, 2008 15:56:02 GMT -5
Lance Sterling storms out to face an awaiting Rhyno the bell rings and the match has started....
Rhyno charges at Lance......only to get tossed out of the ring. Rhyno shakes his head in anger and slides back into the ring...just in time to get Dropkicked through the ropes and right back out of the ring, his head smacking the steel steps as he falls.
The referee begins to give the 10 count and doesn't see as Callie Shaw--Bullz-I's valet--sneaks into the ring with a steel bat and cracks Lance in the back of the head dropping him to his knees but not knocking him unconcious.....Callie then sneaks away as Rhyno slides unsteadily back into the ring, Lance shakily gets to his feet...just in time to get Gored by Rhyno....Rhyno goes for the pin......
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As Rhyno celebrates his victory and walks up the ramp, Lance swears to get revenge on Bullz-I.......
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Pink Mist
Mike the Goon
I am the sex
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Post by Pink Mist on Aug 18, 2008 17:27:55 GMT -5
We cut to the back, as we see resident EWT punching back and laughingstock, Sum Guy standing by outside what appears to be somebody's locker room, a huge grin on his stupid face.
Sum: I'm Sum Guy... and I make origami out of used toilet paper! I'm here outside the locker room of EWT's mysterious newcomer, who we don't really know that much about, the alluring being known as Pinkmist. Hopefully, he'll be willing to grant me an interview.
He knocks on the door, waiting for a bit, as it swings open, a rather muscular man standing in front of the doorway, wearing nothing but a pink bow tie, heart sunglasses, and matching pink shorts. He looks down, folding his arms slowly, lowering his shades and flashing Sum a very annoyed look. The young man doesn't seem to notice.
Sum: Ummm... hello there. I'm here to talk with the man known as Pinkmist?
The man doesn't budge, still glaring right at Sum as he stands before him, slowly cracking his neck now before reaching down, when suddenly...
Voice: That's alright Enrique... let him in.
The man apparently called Enrique turns around and nods, stepping out of the way and off to the side, bowing, then showing Sum the way in. He steps inside, now gazing upon a very bizarre room, a set of strobe lights hanging from the ceiling, covering the room in a number of various colored spots, another assortment of men dressed like Enrique also surrounding a rather giant King size bed, with a mattress shaped like a heart, as laying across it is a familiar man, clad only in a pink speedo. He looks up at Sum, giving a rather lustful smile.
Pinkmist: Hello there my luscious looking simpleton... I am Pink Mist... but you may refer to me as... The Sex. I welcome you to my Temple of Bliss, where dreams can... and will come true. I'm the host of this journey, the one that will make sure your wildest fantasy is fulfilled. The one that shall show you the experience of a lifetime, one that will eclipse every other event that you once considered great.
Sum: Ummm... what experience is that?
The man laughs rather coyly, now sliding closer across that mattress, moving towards Sum slowly and rather stealthily.
Pinkmist: Oh, you poor blind fool. I speak of the accomplishment of one's lifetime... an event that can be topped by no other. The chance to embrace of a god of the cosmos and revel in his unsurpassed splendor. An opportunity to touch eternity itself and feel the most sublime sensation one's body could ever hope to be filled with.
Sum: Uh...huh...
Pinkmist: To put it more bluntly, you shall become my sweet succulent little swine, while I become the strapping, lonely farmer who only wishes to seek companionship.
Sum: ... What?!
Pinkmist smirks, rolling onto his back now along that bed, gazing back over at Sum as he stand before him.
Pinkmist: Have you ever wanted the chance to lick across a divine form? To embrace that which can usually only be embraced in one's mind? Do you seek to reach out and grab hold of the bare bottom of one who can only be touched in one's dreams?
Sum: But... I have a girlfriend! Well... I think we're still together.
Pinkmist simply laughs at this, moving closer still.
Pinkmist: That is never an issue... you see, in the Temple of Bliss, even the most burly of beings can be molded... shaped... turned to my way of life. I've taken so many fortunate souls before you, guided them into the light of true passion, and made them beg for the splendor that is... Pinkmist.
Sum: Ummm... I don't know if Candy would like that.
Pinkmist: No worries there my friend... once you enter the Temple of Bliss, as long as you are willing, all secrets shall be kept safe from within my set of lips.
Sum: ... I'm just here to interview you... Mr. The Sex.
Pinkmist reaches out, now holding around Sum Guy's neck, leaning in and slowly licking across it, the young man looking rather uncomfortable now.
Pinkmist: Oh yes... so you are a lowly employee, in a company as great as this. Well then, despite your denial, I will be glad to give you a brief look into the being that is The Sex. Just as long as you don't mind me getting close with such a lovely specimen as yourself.
Sum: Sure, I guess... just keep it above the waist.
As if on cue, he immediately stops reaching down below there, brining that hand back up and instead brushing it across the cheek of Sum, as he continues to cling and admire him.
Pinkmist: So, what do you wish to ask of the being called Pinkmist?
Sum: Well, for the past few weeks, we've seen some rather... well, odd videos of you on the Toomitron. Then this past week, you finally made your debut in the EWT, pulling off an impressive win against Colt Cabana. Tell me, how does it feel to finally be here in EWT?
Pinkmist: Absolutely wonderful... this place is indeed fitting for a sexual behemoth as myself. So many lovely souls, just waiting to be converted into my way of life. Whether it be... that stunning stallion Ratings, that exciting Aussie Spaz, or even that mound of wonderful girth known as The Bad Man... they all seem like excellent challenges to me. Both in the ring... and outside.
Sum: Alright then...
Pinkmist: My slow-minded friend, the EWT is the greatest of the great, the promised land amongst all others. It is the shining beacon of light where only the truly great beings are accepted and appreciated... and where one can truly experience pure joy in the art that is professional wrestling. Though... make no mistake, I am not simply here to admire all the lovely specimens that occupy this holy land of grapplers, no... I am also here to show them all my great skill and prowess in the ring. You see my friend... I am here to rise to the top of the EWT, to ascend the peaks of superstardom, and achieve each milestone that it has to offer.
Sum: Interesting...
Pinkmist: Rest assured... that one day during my time here in the EWT, the rest of these beautiful souls will recognize, admire, and perhaps even worship... the glory of Pinkmist. For you see... I have the guidance of the Temple of Bliss on my side and soon enough, I will show the entire universe exactly what the force known as Pinkmist has to offer. Just remember my fellow competitors, in this existence, there are lovers... and there are fighters. I'm an expert in both fields.
Sum: Wow... for such a... strange man, you sure have a way with words.
Pinkmist: Indeed. So... change your mind?
Sum: ... I've still gotta say no.
Pinkmist: Fair enough... then you have no further business here. DELIGHTS!
Sum: Delights?
He snaps his fingers, as the men in the corner all walk over, hoisting Sum up in their arms with ease, before carrying him off back toward the door, Pinkmist flashing a smile, blowing a kiss, then waving innocently, as the men toss Sum right on his arse, sending him crashing to the outside, as the door shuts once again, Sum Guy groaning and rubbing his face.
Sum: Well... there you have it. I'm Sum Guy and I think I just lost a tooth.
He opens his mouth and feels around inside, as we fade to commercial.
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Maelstrom
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Post by Maelstrom on Aug 20, 2008 6:18:07 GMT -5
*Back from the break and at ringside as the announcer prepares us for a match*
ANNOUNCER: The following match is for one fall ... introducing first ... from Chicago. illinois, CM PUNK
*From the stage out walks CM Punk his music blaring from the speakers, he is excited to be here on EWT and heads to the ring, the crowd cheers him on happy to see him here.*
ANNOUNCER: and his opponent
*The music stops as the lights dim and blue smoke slowly erupts from the stage area to the rafters, 'Apocalypse Please' begins to play as the fans go wild.*
ANNOUNCER: hailing from the depths of the sea ... he is Maelstrom!!
*The music really kicks in and as the pyro explodes out walks Maelstrom, determined he briefly motions to the crowd before heading to the ring. He enters and faces off with CM Punk.*
Bell rings
We have a stand off as the two men circle, Punk comes out firing with kicks, but Maelstrom ducks to the corner and throws out a few heavy punches. Punk backs off and then misses a charge and gets locked in the Water on the Brain on the rebound. He manages to get a rope break. maelstrom releases him and lifts him up for a suplex followed by a powerbomb attempt, CM Punk counters that into a sunset flip
1,2 ...
Maelstrom kicks out and rolls up to face CM Punk, a few chops by Punk but that doesn't really work and Maelstrom grabs Punk by the head and hurls him over the top rope. Punk holds on though and pulls Maelstrom's head down snapping his neck against the top rope. Maelstrom is stunned as Punk uses the ropes to leap off with that patented flying clothesline knocking the big man down. he covers ...
1,2 ...
Maelstrom kicks out and catches a kick attempt and then slams Punk into the mat. Maelstrom uses the ropes hits a leg drop and then covers ...
1,2 ...
Punk kicks out and gets trapped in an armbar by Maelstrom. Maelstrom switches to a abdominal stretch and pounds on Punk's ribs. Punk fights out of this only to get a big boot to the face for his trouble, cover by Maelstrom.
1,2 ...
Punk kicks out again, Maelstrom doesn't seem to mind as he tries to apply a boston crab type maneuver, but Punk kicks him away, Maelstrom continues to try and apply the submission move but Punk counters with a huracanrana ...
1,2 ...
Maelstrom kicks out of this and knocks Punk down again with a quick clothesline and then climbs to the 2nd rope form the corner. Punk turns around to only get dropped by a jumping double axehandle. Maelstrom motions to the crowd for a Whirlpool only for Punk to roll him up ...
1,2, thr ...
Maelstrom just about kicks out, and hammers on Punk before grabbing him by the throat and hitting a chokeslam. Maelstrom lifts Punk up again and tries for the Whirlpool, Punk slips out and attempts to hit the Go 2 Sleep, Maelstrom knocks him away with an elbow kicks Punk in the gut and then nails the Whirlpool.
1,2,3.
Bell Rings
ANNOUNCER: The winner of this match .... Maelstrom!!
*The crowd applauds the match but Maelstrom gets mostly boos for beating the favorite of the digital generation. A few Maelstrom chants can be heard as well though. Maelstrom has his arm raised and then heads to the back his music playing as we got to a break*
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Maelstrom
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The Tide Will Turn!
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Post by Maelstrom on Aug 20, 2008 6:29:54 GMT -5
*We come back from the break and we are backstage, we can see Toomi's main office door and further along the corridor Maelstrom looks unamused as he heads toward it. Sum guy steps in for an interview*
SUM GUY: Maelstrom a few words on that match?
*Maelstrom stops, breathing hard after his match with CM Punk*
MAELSTROM: Well Sum, I went out there did what I do everytime I step into an EWT ring, I brought another victim to the edge of the void and dragged them down in tot he Whirlpools deadly maw. CM Punk maybe a fan favorite but that doesn't bother me, winning is the key.
SUM GUY: Speaking of winning, we are only a week or so away from 'No Rest For the Wicked' and you are to lead your team against a team led by Spaz into a Chamber of Horrors match, your thoughts?
*Maelstrom towers over Sum Guy, he leans over Sum with a smirk of evil intent on his face*
MAELSTROM: Not good Sum, not good ... for these so called Volunteers. I never asked to be in the match Sum, heck I assumed I should be taking on the man I beat before, Dave Davies for the EWT World Heavywieght Title. Now what I find is I'm the leader of a group of men, who are not long term veterans but the new tide. Many people have said they think Toomi may think have stacked the deck in favor of the Volunteers, what could a team consisting of Spaz, Ratings, Andy Duke Chance confidence and Damien McKnight have to fear from us? Well I'll tell you that these guys may not have the experence of the other team but what they will have is hunger, hunger for moving up that ladder and making the most of this opportunity. My team mates truly are the brand new turning of the tide. But as you know Sum Maelstrom is always looking for the next great moment, and this opposing team has ample potential moments.
*Maelstrom gives Sum a big slap on the back*
MAELSTROM: Think about it Sum, I get to face Spaz the man who I have had my toughest battles with, I get to face that cowardly duo of Chance Confidence and Ratings and we all know how much I want to hurt those two guys. Then there is Andy Duke a man who I won't hesitate in inflicting pain apon and that leaves Damian McKnight, the only unkown quantity as I have never faced him before. Volunteers I hope your ready to be electrified as the draftees current, is going to be running thorugh you all, by the end of this match ... so ...
*The crowd cheers Maelstroms words and also for the fact that EWT Chairman Toomi, dressed smartly in a business suit has walked into view, Maelstrom turns to face the boss*
TOOMI: I couldn't help but over hear that you think your ready for the Chamber of Horrors? Ready for that cold hard steel, that bloody, brutal, violent container of terror, that fifty thousand volt chair?
*Maelstrom justs nods implying he is*
TOOMI: Well I'm going to test that so called ability to be ready for anything Maelstrom, as I'm putting you into a match! But not any ordinary match, no you see in the Chamber of Horrors nothing is certain and so just like that your pre-PPV will be facing .... a mystery opponent! Have fun.
*Toomi walks away as Maesltrom and Sum watch him go, pondering this mystery opponent match*
(fade out)
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Sigma: Current SRW Champ!
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Post by Sigma: Current SRW Champ! on Aug 20, 2008 18:40:24 GMT -5
(Bell rings)
GMC: Ladies and gentlemen, our next contest is scheduled for one fall.
(“The Beautiful People” theme plays, crowd boos)
GMC: From the Big Apple, Velvet Skye.
Tony Schiavone: This is a return match from a few weeks ago. Velvet Skye was irate after losing to Vile and said that she wanted another shot. Toomi has given her that other shot.
Jesse Ventura: I doubt it’ll make any difference; Velvet cares more about her looks than getting business done in the ring.
(“Goodbye Blood and Rose” plays, crowd is mixed)
GMC: From Parts Unknown, VILE!
Tony Schiavone: Vile is still nursing some wounds from her recent match with Maeve O’Hare. But that could also be attributed to D’Zee getting involved and leveling her with her punches.
Jesse Ventura: D’Zee was sending Vile a message, and as we see right now, message received as Vile is just laying in some stiff kicks and punches to Velvet Skye.
Tony Schiavone: WE haven’t heard the bell yet.
(Bell Rings)
Tony Schiavone: There it is, the match is legally underway and Vile just slammed Velvet Skye hard on the canvas.
Jesse Ventura: Vile showing no remorse and kicks Velvet squarely in the back of the head.
Tony Schiavone: This is unexpected as Vile usually signals for that Reploid Buster, but she’s got Velvet up and Velvet goes down hard thanks to the Reploid Buster. Ref is making the cover.
Ref: 1……..2……..3! (Bell Rings)
GMC: Ladies and gentlemen, your winner….VILE!
Tony Schiavone: Well that match was very quick. Almost as quick as a Bullz-I match, but without any controversy and dirty means. Jesse Ventura: Here you see on replay, Vile picking up Velvet Skye and just blasting her away with that Reploid Buster for the 1, 2, 3 and getting back in the win column.
Tony Schiavone: She looks to be primed for her match with D’Zee and we’ll be right back after this word.
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jzbadblood
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Post by jzbadblood on Aug 23, 2008 11:40:29 GMT -5
JZ walks through the doors backstage and everyone is shocked. People start whispering in the hallway:
"Wasn't he thrown out of a plane?"
"Didn't that guy come back as El Unorigino or something?"
JZ shrugs them off in the hallway and walks towards the ring area. As soon as he comes out through the curtain the fans pop huge, but then die down rather quickly. JZ walks around ringside and grabs the microphone from the ring announcer.
JZ: Alright, look, I've got some things to say. There are a lot of questions that were never answered by me and I think now is the time to answer them. I'm not getting any younger, and you people are starting to forget about this legend of the EWT. I just need to do this to get past a rough patch in my life, so just let me just say my piece and I'll leave you to your regularly scheduled matches:
1. I was thrown out of a plane, sure, but it was a gimmick! You think they'd let me hit the ground? Come on, the people running this place aren't THAT stupid. I just needed an escape cause I was hitting bad times. Don't you wish you could get out and get away from the every day bullshit? I was able to take a dive, and I did it. Perfect opportunity at that point in my life, and all this time off has helped me recover from personal problems that I'd rather not get in to.
2. The El Unorigino stuff is a huge rib on me. That was months ago, but I needed the money at the time. Think about this: for a guy who busted his ass to win the World Title, Tag Titles, and even cobbled up a decent feud with Merc...I think I deserve more respect than to be thrown off as a one note joke at the biggest PPV of the year! Crap-A-Mania. Come on, I should have at least been advertised and maybe given a farewell speech!
The fans grow impatient with his speech and boo. Obviously JZ is no longer a star like he once was.
JZ: Well F you people. I come here to make amends and you boo me? You boo a former World Champion? Pathetic...it's pathetic, it's wrong, and you don't deserve to see me again! You don't deserve to hear my farewell speech! If I cared enough about what you people throught I would do something about it....you know what, maybe I will.
JZ hops out of the ring and looks around the ringside area. A fan in the front row spits on him and he loses his shit. The kid tries to get away, but JZ drags him over the railing and smashes his face into the ringpost. The kids brother jumps the railing and JZ kicks him in the ribs and hits a powerbomb onto the thinly padded concrete! The audience starts throwing garbage and security rushes ringside. JZ picks the mic back up.
JZ: Ahh, f*** you! f*** this place! I'm TIRED OF THIS SHIT!
JZ starts punching security guards left and right. They swarm him like a pack of hungry wolves and tackle him to the ground. He tries to fight back, but gets heavily maced and handcuffed in the process. The guards grab him from the floor and haul him away from ringside like a pig about to be roasted. The fans continue to throw garbage and chant "Na-na-na-hey hey- goodbye" to him.
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Post by blackwizardcoby on Aug 24, 2008 0:02:06 GMT -5
The 7'3, 420 lb. giant known as The Great Khali is already in the ring when The Eternal Idol begins to play. Khali's been in such a situation before. He's not fazed by the lights going out and the foreboding music. After feuding with The Undertaker, there are few people who are more intimidating than the Deadman. Unfortunately for Khali and his manager, Ranjin Singh, they are about to meet one of those few. The lights flicker as the song gather momentum. Khali and Singh looks towards the entrance ramp, completely oblivious to Poe Moe Foe. Foe sneaks up behind Singh and nearly breaks his arm with a chickenwing. "Look at this monster!" Jim Ross screams," Attacking someone who isn't part of the match!" "Not for nothing, JR, but this is a good...if unethical, strategy," Tazz explains. "By taking Singh out of the match, he doesn't have to worry about him interfering later on." Khali finally notices Foe as Singh's body goes limp. Foe taunts Khali with a cutthroat gesture as the giant lumbers towards him. Foe gets in some punches as Khali extends his hands over the ropes. The punches don't faze Khali, who grabs Foe with his massive hands. Foe's head of long hair provides good traction for Khali, who lifts him up onto the apron! Once Foe's on the apron, Khali picks him up and slams him hard in the center of the ring. "What power!" comments JR. "Khali's throwing him around like a rag doll!" Tazz adds. Foe lays motionless on the mat as the bell rings. Landing on the ring canvas after a seven foot fall will do that to you. Khali raises his hands, as if he's already proclaiming himself to be the victor. With two hated men in the ring, the crowd has no idea whether to cheer or boo Khali. Foe struggles to get to his knees, his hands clutching his chest underneath his trenchcoat. Khali wastes no time applying his patented face grip, but Foe isn't in the hold for long. A fist to Khali's groin, an obvious low blow, frees Foe from the giant's hold. A hard shot to any man's testicles hurts anyway, but Foe also had brass knuckles around his wrists. A shot to the balls is grounds for a DQ anyway, but Foe also used a foreign object. Just as quickly as the match started, it's already over as the referee calls for the DQ. Of course, the sadistic Foe is only getting started. With Khali still cradling his family jewels, Foe attacks Khali's knees. A few shots has the Punjabi Warrior on his knees. Foe grabs Khali by his hair in one hand and brandishes a switchblade with the other. A quick swipe across Khali's forehead has the giant seeing crimson. Adding insult to injury, Foe applies a sick chickenwing on Khali. He has a bit of difficulty doing so, thanks to Khali's massive size. However, Khali's power is diminishing rapidly with all the blood he's losing. Khali fights valiantly but after a few minutes in the hold, he can't fight off Poe Moe Foe's aggressiveness. Once Foe's satisfied, he hits Khali with the twist of fate. Foe spits on Khali's body as he leaves him to the EMTs.
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Post by Relegate Hunter on Aug 28, 2008 17:05:02 GMT -5
*As The Great Khali is being helped walking up the ramp the lights turn off and after a few seconds of darkness one spotlight beams down onto a kid holding a sign saying:
Vain Odds No Coke User Stun Great Healer The Tattooed man, he shall Return*
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Post by The Bad Man on Aug 29, 2008 6:34:21 GMT -5
*Back at ringside and ... BOOM ... fiery pyro goes off as Kane heads to the ring. His new music plays a grin on his face. He reaches the ring and makes the four corners explode.*ANNOUNCER: The following match is for one fall .... introducing first standing in the ring nearly burning my toupee off ... Kane!! *The crowd cheers*ANNOUNCER: His opponent ... The lights dim to a browny orange as this new grim and horrific music begins to play.ANNOUNCER: Hailing from a nasty backstreet ... he weighs in excess of 500 pounds ... he is ... the Bad Man! Out from the stage walks the nearly amorphous mass of the Bad man. His girth rolling over his black gym pants, his scarred nobbled head with sunken tiny eyes watching Kane in the ring. He waddles down the aisle and into the ring, evil intentions on his mind. The announcer leaves as the referee calls for the bell. Kane and The Bad man move towards each other.The bell ringsThe two man stand off from one another, neither man is intimidated and The Bad Man starts off with a knee to the midsection and some throat thrusts. Kane blocks the third attack and lands a few punches of his own, knocking the Bad man away. Kane quickly follows and nails The Bad Man in the face with a big bot but he won't go down. Kane decides to go up top and looks for his flying clothesline!! ... JOSH MATTHEWS:: STOP THE MATCH, that's SICK!! In the ring Kane is clutching at his face it is a gory mess. The Bad Man pulled something from under a roll of fat and caught Kane full in the face as he came flying at him! ... The bell ringsThe Bad Man has in his hand what looks like a small hammer and the end for removing nails is now red. The Bad Man leaps on Kane, his foul weight crushing the life out of him. The Bad Man then repeatedly hammers on Kanes skull until the Red Machine is truly red and completely unconscious. The referee tries to intervene but gets shoved away as the demented Bad Man sits on top of his victim licking the blood off the hammer. He eventually rolls off and then drags Kane to his feet, he lifts him over his shoulders and then delivers a fire thunder driver. Kane is completely out and a bloody mess, whilst the Bad Man seems to have gone over the edge into cloud cuckoo land. The Bad Man leaves the ring and heads to the announce table. The commentators clear the fan railing as they don't know what this maniac might do. The Bad Man only seems interested in picking up a microphone. BAD MAN (Rasping, gurgle of a voice): Flhe ... flheh .. flheh ... I finished the evil brother .. flhe .. the fire and brimstone man is no more ... flhehe flhehe flehe ...The Bad Man rolls back into the ring as Kane has regained consciousness, and The Bad man smashes his face in with the hammer again and again until he is knocked out once more.BAD MAN (Rasping, gurgle of a voice): flhe ... flhehe ... fleheh .. The bad man his great mound of a body sits on top of the bloodied Kane, as he looks across towards the fans who are horrified and are booing.BAD MAN (Rasping, gurgle of a voice): No rest for the wicked ... flhehe ... there is no rest for the bad man! .. flheheh ... no rest at all .. flheheh ... The Virus is not going to be cured ... the virus is not going to be eliminated ... No, the Virus will spread ... flheh .. spread to the true evil, the evil in my heart ... flheheh heehee ... The Bad Man has put down the hammer and has one of his chubby hands clutching the inside of his lower lip, the other hand holds the microphone close to his mouth.BAD MAN (Rasping, gurgle of a voice): Then ... then ... flheh ... flheh ... the Virus will be mine, mine alone ... and his pretty belt .. flhehe ... puss and rot, thats what Virus will have ... thats what the bad man can provide .. flheheh ... the Bad man remains sat on top of Kane, his eyes darting from side to side and the floor, a foamy blood is tricking from his hand inside his mouth as he rocks from side to side, clearly madBAD MAN (Rasping, gurgle now giggling to himself): flhehe .. flheheh ... flhehe ... I want the virus ... I want it so bad .. flhehe ... I want him all .. Flehhe The lights dim to near darkness, as his music plays.(cut to break)
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Post by teamireland on Aug 31, 2008 14:23:02 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: Now, the time grows closer. It is time for Team Ireland to stand up & take what rightfully belongs to us. The EWT World Heavyweight title is one step. Sean has been inserted in the match for the Toolshed Title... Sean: Whoa, whoa, whoa... hould on... Who said anything about tha'? O'Hare: Do you, or do you NOT love your country? Sean: Aye, I guess. O'Hare: Then you'll win that Toolshed Title over Zeero, John Velentine &, errr, the other lad, whoever he is, bring it home to Donegal & proudly display it for all the ladies, right? * Sean suddenly starts to like the idea.* Sean: F***in' deadly! O'Hare: And, of course, my own beautiful wee girl in her very first EWT PPV, will be getting an opportunity to compete for the GND title. Maeve? Maeve: Thanks Dad. Now, seeing as it's a forgone conclusion that I'll beat Tiffany at No Rest For The Wicked, D'Zee. you'd better start cherishing your days with that belt. 'Cause in one month, that thing's coming home with me, so it is, & there's not one woman in this pathetic organisation who will be able to stand up & take it off me. * Maeve steps down & Aidan takes to the podium.* Aidan: Now, we all know Dave Davies is running scared of us. He hasn't even shown his bleedin' face in EWT for ages! But he'd bloody need to show up at No Rest For The Wicked. Even just so he can see how well I've got his number. Even if he sics his Nyrds on us, a team we've beaten before, I have my own back-up. So, Davies, bring The Nyrds if you must, but you should know by now... what?... All: YOU WILL NEVER BEAT THE IRISH!* "Amhrán na bhFiann" plays again as we fade out.*
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Maelstrom
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Post by Maelstrom on Sept 1, 2008 7:19:19 GMT -5
After some commercials, we fade to the arena. The Fink is standing in the middle of the ring and he starts announcing the next match as ”Apocalypse Please” starts playing.The Fink: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first... blue smoke rises from the main stage, as it rises 'Apocalypse Please' hits the music building as the smoke rises and then explodes.THE FINK: hailing from the depths of the Aquarium ... he weighs in at 289lbs ... he is Maelstrom!! The mist clears as the crowd roars and out from the cloud stands Maelstrom! He acknoledges the crowd support as he makes his way to the ring, he looks in good shape but his earlier match may have taken something out of him already tonight. He enters the ring and waits for his mysterious opponent.The Fink: Now, as you must know, Maelstrom's opponent hasn't been revealed yet. I discover who it is at the same time as you. Please introduce Maelstrom's opponent! Several seconds pass by, but nothing happens. The crowd and Maelstrom seem to be getting annoyed by the wait, and after a bit more time...
The Toomi Tron displays a huge text reading “GUESS WHO'S BACK?” and then...
”Otherworld” starts playing and the crowd goes wild! Four fireworks explode on the stage and after a few seconds, Mysth and Ivy Rosepine appear, getting a huge pop. Mysth is holding a microphone. He takes a deep breath and, with a smirk, he leans back and screams:Mysth: GOOOOOOOD EVENING LAAAAAS VEGAAAAAAAS!! It feels so great to be back! He hands the microphone to Ivy.Ivy: The French Connection has at last returned to the EWT! And we are ready to give you once again the best and most badass of pro wrestling, starting tonight in this match! Let me introduce you, from Strasbourg, France, standing in at 5'7” and weighing in at 218 lbs, EWT's Best Kept Secret, the Darkness in the Light... MMMMYYYYYSSSSSTH!! And with that, Mysth starts making his way to the ring. It should be noted that his attire is slightly different than the one he was wearing the last time we saw him. He still wears the same boots and knee pads, but his tights are now all black, with some golden curved lines on it. He wears black Elbow pads and the black gear h used to wear on his right arm is now on both his arms, but shorter, revealing more of his skin. His hair is also now shoulder length and black. Mysth is slowly walking towards the ring, high-fiving fans on the way, as Ivy closely follows, showing her most radiant smile and greeting the fans. When they reach the ring, Mysth climbs the apron as Ivy gets on the side, ready to assist her boyfriend in this return match. Mysth ties himself to the ropes, looking at the crowd, and he screams as four fireworks explode, one at each corner of the ring. After that, he climbs the nearest turnbuckle, faces the crowd and spreads his arms while bringing his chest out. He repeats this move on the three other turnbuckles then eventually climbs down and faces Maelstrom, who looks unimpressed by the return of the Darkness in the Light.DING DING! The match is now officially underway, but the two men are just staring at each other and walking towards each other, until they almost touch each other for a stare down, Mysth's head barely reaching Maelstrom's neck, which doesn't seem to affect the Frenchman's self-confidence. They eventually separate an start to circle around. Maelstrom goes for the first offense by attempting a Big Boot, but Mysth dodges and sweeps Maelstrom's leg left, making the huge man fall down. Mysth immediately goes for an Elbow Drop, but Maelstrom manages to raise his feet in order to put them against Mysth's chest and shove him away. Both men quickly get up, and Mysth charges at Maelstrom, going for a Shining Wizard, but the giant quickly reacts with a Back Body Drop, only for Mysth to land on his feet. As Maelstrom turns around, he is greeted with an Enzuigiri to the side of the head! He stumbles but manages to use his hands to prevent a complete fall. Mysth charges for another Shining Wizard, and Maelstrom quickly reacts with a surprise Spinebuster!
Maelstrom grabs Mysth's hair and brings him back to his feet and hoists him up for an Avalanche Press, but Mysth manage to slide on Maelstrom's side and to grab his head in the process, which puts him n the perfect position to perform a Running Bulldog! Mysth capitalizes by applying a front Facelock while Maelstrom is still lying on the mat. Ivy screams instructions to her boyfriend, as she knows submission holds are his black sheep. Mysth manages to apply the hold for a few seconds, before Maelstrom starts getting back up. Mysth is still trying to keep the submission applied, but it doesn't seem to be very effective as Maelstrom keeps rising, he eventually makes it to a bent position and suddenly rises, breaking the hold and he uses Mysth's brief loss of focus to grab his throat and throw him on the mat with a huge Chokeslam! He covers as Ivy desperately screams at her boyfriend to make him regain consciousness.ONE.... TWO... KICK OUT! Mysth gets a shoulder up surprisingly fast after such a devastating move! He slowly makes it on all fours, but Maelstrom got up faster and is now hoisting Mysth up for a Backdrop, but Mysth manages to get out of Maelstrom's grasp and to land behind him! He jumps at Maelstrom's neck for a Neckbreaker that takes him down! Maelstrom starts getting back up and Mysth uses this to his own advantage by bouncing against the ropes to hit a Shining Wizard! Maesltrom is down and now Mysth hops on the nearest turnbuckle, points at the crowd and performs a Moonsault! He covers!ONE... TWO... MAELSTROM SHOVES HIM AWAY!! With an amazing display of sheer strength, Maelstrom sends the Frenchman flying over the ring and crashing on the mat! The two men get up and look each other in the eyes, looking for a sign of weakness, but none shows up. Mysth tries to kick Maelstrom in the leg in order to make him lose his balance, but the blue giant dodges and grabs Mysth's arm for an Irish Whip. Mysth bounces against the ropes, but he manages to uses the momentum to perform a Headscissors Takedown! He spreads his arm and brings his chest out for the crowd, who replies with a huge pop, then he runs to the ropes for a Lionsault! But Maelstrom barely manages to roll on his side to avoid getting hit! Mysth didn't see it coming and lands flat on the mat! Both men are now lying down, breathing heavily. Maelstrom is crawling in the direction of Mysth and raising his hand to cover him. But as he lets his hand go down for the cover, Mysth rolls on his side and avoids the pin, as the crowd cheers for the two men. They slowly get up with help from the ropes. Mysth is the first to be up and he hops on the apron. He jumps on the top rope and flies for a Springboard Tornado DDT... but Maelstrom catches him in mid-air! And he sets Mysth up for... The Vortex Drop!!
But Mysth manages to grab Maelstrom's head with his feet and he goes for another Headscissors Takedown!! And he covers!ONE... TWO... TH-NEAR FALL!! The crowd is on their feet! They are amazed by the toughness these two are showing! Mysth is crawling to a corner to get some advice from Ivy, who whispers something to his ear. Maelstrom gets up, looks at Mysth and immediately charges at him, looking to crush him against the turnbuckle! Mysth quickly dodges, but Maelstrom manages to stop before crashing against the ring post. Mysth grabs Maelstrom's arm and pulls to Irish whip him, but he resists and whips Mysth instead. Mysth bounces against the ropes but once against, he manages to turn the situation to his own advantage and nails Maelstrom with a Crossbody! Mysth gets up and grabs Maelstrom by the hair to get him up. He manages to Irish Whip Maelstrom into a corner. He then climbs the turnbuckle and sets Maelstrom up for a Tornado DDT, but Maelstrom gets out of Mysth's grasp and backs down. Mysth changes his plans and jumps to Maelstrom for a Diving Clothesline! Maelstrom dodges but Mysth manages to roll and avoid crashing against the mat.However, this doesn't prevent him to be grabbed by Maelstrom, who tries to lift him up for the Whirlpool. Mysth fights out of it and drops behind Maelstrom and kicks at his leg. Maelstrom hammers a hard shot to mysth and prepares for a Sidewalk Slam, but Mysth manages to wrap his leg around Maelstrom's and makes him trip! Mysth takes a run up as his opponent is slowly getting up. He signals to the crowd that he wants to finish this match right now! Maelstrom makes it to a kneeled position, Mysth rushes at him... HEAVY BREAKER!! Maelstrom can't do anything to counter the move and he crashes face first against the mat, and Mysth covers!ONE... TWO... THREE!! ”Otherworld” hits again and the fans are on fire as the referee raises Mysth's hand and Ivy gets inside the ring to celebrate this successful return! Maelstrom eventually regains consciousness and slowly rolls out of the ring, and makes his way back to the locker room, all the while looking in disbelief at the ring, nursing his forehead. After kissing his girlfriend, Mysth request a microphone.Mysth: Thank you! Thank you, everybody! Yes, The French Connection is officially back to active competition in the EWT. The crowd cheers.Mysth: And what a better way for me to make a comeback than by defeating a former EWT World Heavyweight champion? I am definitely ready to give myself at 100% -if not more- in my matches... and I am hungry for the gold! The crowd cheers once again.Mysth: Now, my return is settled, but we have yet to see Ivy's match, so I will let HER tell you about her projects by herself. He hands the microphone to Ivy as the crowd cheers again.Ivy: Hated by some, loved by most, it is I, “Sexually Suggestive” Ivy Rosepine! The crowd cheers for the Frenchwoman.Ivy: Ever since we left over a month ago, I had only one thing in mind -beside the health of my fiancé, of course-, coming back and being ready for it. So as the handsome male who is standing near me was re-conquering his own body by recovering, so was I by training in order to make my fists and my feet lethal weapons. Now I am here and... *she pauses and smiles for a second* believe it or not, but this hot body *she points at herself* is stock full of butt-kicking and someone's gonna get an autograph from my boots' soles! Now ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, get ready for some action because the French Connection is once again in the place!! She hands the microphone back to MysthMysth: Now, unfortunately, we will not be at No Rest For The Wicked, but Ivy and myself are looking forward to this Pay-Per-View, as we are very curious to see the level of the current competition. Oh and, Maelstrom... I hope you have a better luck than during the match we just had! ”Otherworld” hits once again as Mysth and Ivy greet the crowd who is cheering the return of the couple, and we fade to a commercial for No Rest For The Wicked.
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Post by The Bad Man on Sept 3, 2008 9:38:13 GMT -5
*Backstage and we are facing a seemingly darkness, as the camera pans back we find it is the back of The Bad Man that we can see. He is hunched over and as he slowly turns around we can see him cradling the EWT Tri-State Title in his arms. He looks up at the camera with the title and gives a very forced grin ... clearly unacustommed to this facial expression.*
BAD MAN (Raspy gurgling voice): flehe ... fleheh ... The Virus is no more ... flhehe ... a rotten carcass is all that remains .. flheh .. the rest of what he was is mine now ...
*He begins to do the belt up in his hands so that it makes a oval shape.*
BAD MAN (Raspy, gurgling voice): ... Flehe ... Promises kept ... flehe ... I always keep my promises .. flhehe ..
*Finished he looks into the camera which zooms in so only his hideous scared and dented bald head can be seen, as his sunken beady eyes stare into the audience.*
BAD MAN (Raspy, gurgling voice): You ... you want this? .. flheh .. Don't you? ... flfeheh ... craving it like a maggot craves rotten meat ... flheh ... you all want it .. this belt ... well you can try and take it ... go on .. flheh ... go on I know you want to touch what is mine ... what is the Bad Mans ... flhehe ... Here try ....
The cameraman zooms out a little so we can see the belt, we see the cameraman reach out to touch the belt ... The Bad Man watches ... his fingertips touch the strap and then trace along to the gold of the badge, and then onto the name plate ...
CAMERAMAN: AHhhH!!
*The Bad Man has viciously bit down on the fingers like a pirahna sensing blood, he then barrels forward into the camera knocking it down. From our floor view we see just the rough shape of the Bad Man as he assaults the camera man. After a while all is silent. Then the Bad Mans face leers into view from a sideways position.*
BAD MAN (Raspy, gurgling voice): Fleheh ... hehfl ... flh ... I'm keeping this ... flhehe .. no one is takign this belt from the Bad man ... and if they try .. fLhehe ... if they try .. FlheHe then I may get to enjoy myself ... flhehe ... like I did here .. flhehe flheh ...
*The Bad Man shifts the camera around so we can see the Camera man beaten and bleeding on the floor. We hear the Bad Man laugh his hidoes gurgle of mirth before he smashes the camera
(Black out!)
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