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Post by Dave at the Movies on Jun 6, 2008 21:45:20 GMT -5
(Cut From Commercial to the commentators table with Gorilla Monsoon and Jesse "The Body" Ventura.) Gorilla- Welcome back fans. We are ready for the next match which is Damien Xander against Jason Raid but first it seems that Jason Raid and his manager Mick Badamle are making good on their promise first to do a Gladiator Challenge. Ventura- Yeah Gorilla I’m looking forward to this. I can’t wait to see someone from the crowd get torn up by a superior athlete like “The Mightiest Gladiator” Jason Raid. Gorilla- Well you never know Jess. Someone might have what it takes to take Jason Raid down. Ventura- Yeah maybe in their dreams. (The ring is all set up with Jason Raid Gladiator banners and two planks in the middle of the ring ready for the Duel competition.) Ring Announcer- Ladies and Gentlemen it is now time for the Jason Raid $1,000 Gladiator Challenge. Making his way out to the ring accompanied by his personal interviewer and manager Mick Badamle,…………………….”The Mightiest Gladiator” Jason Raid!!!!!!! (O Fortuna Remix by Therion ( youtube.com/watch?v=yzAe_xWpJgM&feature=related ) kicks in on the PA and Jason Raid appears at the entrance with his manager Mick Badamle right behind him and they just stand their letting O Fortuna Remix play while the crowd boos. Once the heavy part of the song finally kicks in they start walking to the ring. Raid has on a Roman style robe, war helmet, and flashy sun glasses. He is also carrying a black and silver pugil-stick.) Badamle- Ladies and gentlemen this is how it works. I will pick one of you lonely out of shape slobs to go up against “The Mightiest Gladiator” Jason Raid in a Duel contest. Here are the rules of Duel. Jason and the lowly peasant……..one of you………….will each get a pugil stick and stand on a plank opposite of each other. If the volunteer can knock Jason Raid off of his podium then they will receive ten thousand dollars of Jason Raid’s very own money. Now it is time to pick a volunteer from the crowd! (The crowd cheers and jumps up and down each one hoping that they get picked. One big guy muscled up guy in the front row is shaking the guard rail and everyone by him is pointing at him. Mick Badamle points at him and says you. The big guy starts to go over the guard rail but Mick Badamle stops him) Badamle- No not you! The guy behind you! (Badamle is referring to a little skinny guy with glasses behind the big muscled up guy. The crowd starts to boo at the choice of the contestant from Badamle. The contestant gets up in the ring.) Gorilla- Oh come on you got to be kidding me. I think Badamle is helping Raid dodge that big guy in the front row. Jess- What are you talking about Gorilla? That skinny guy looks pretty damn tough to me. Mick Badamle- Okay sir what is your name? Skinny Volunteer(in a high pitch voice with a hint of fear) - My name is Lenny Frands. Mick Badamle- Okay well victim…………I mean Lenny. Go over there and grab a pugil stick and helmet and lets get under way. (Jason Raid and skinny Lenny get on the planks and take position. The ref asks if they are both ready and when they both say yes he blows the whistle. Jason takes one big first swing and instantly knocks Lenny off his platform. The crowd boos really loudly.) Badamle- And there you have it folks. Your winner as if it were a surprise to anyone……………………..”The Mightiest Gladiator” Jason Raid!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (As the crew works to clear the ring for Raid’s match with Xander skinny fan Lenny tries to get up but Jason jumps down from his podium and shoves Lenny down with the pugil stick. Lenny tries to get up again but Raid knocks him back down with the pugil stick while Badamle just laughs hysterically on the mic.) Gorilla- Oh whats this now? That’s no way to treat anyone. Ventura- Hey Raid is just treating that guy to stick up for himself. Gorilla- Give me a break. (Warrior’s Code by Dropkick Murphys hits the PA and Damien Xander runs down to the ring and starts punching Jason Raid. The ref rings the bell and the match is instantly under way. Jason backs Raid up into a corner and stands over Raid on the turnbuckle punching Raid ten times. Raid shoves Xander off but Xander lands on his feet and delivers a dropkick to Raid who goes down hard. Xander tries to make the cover.) 1 2 NO!!!!!!!!!! (Raid kicks out!!!! Badamle realizing that Raid is in trouble jumps on the ring apron and distracts the ref. Xander picks up Raid by the hair but Raid punches Xander with what looks to be brass kuckles!!!! Raid picks up Xander and hits The Eliminator on Xander. The ref turns back around to see Raid covering Xander.) 1 2 3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Gorilla- Oh that’s not right Jess. They cheated!!! Ventura- Hey Gorilla its like I always say, Alls fair in love and war. Ring Announcer- Here is your winner…………………………………………”The Mightiest Gladiator” Jason Raid!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (Jason Raid obviously still mad from being attacked by Xander from the start of the match gets on Xander and starts punching him repeativley. The ref tries to step in but Raid pushes the ref clear out of the ring.) Badamle- That’s right!!!! Stay on him!!!! Make an example out of him!!!!! (Jason pulls out the brass knuckles again and lays into Xander fives times in a row. He lifts Xander up and locks on a full nelson onto Xander. Blood starts coming out of Xander’s mouth. Just when it looks like Raid is about to let go he lifts Xander up in the full nelson(which is also the start move for The Eliminator) and hits another big Eliminator!!!! Jason and Badamle leave their fallen foe as medics run out to the ring to help Xander. Gorilla- Man what a despicable act Jess. Who does this Raid guy think he is coming here in his debut and just completely destroying another man. Xander Raid could have a huge neck injury from that!!! This makes me sick. Ventura- Well I think you are right Gorilla but you can’t deny one thing. Gorilla- And what is that? Ventura- “The Mightiest Gladiator” just sent out a message to the rest of the EWT roster that he means business!!!
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Post by 100010101010101000000111 on Jun 8, 2008 16:20:07 GMT -5
We are taken to a black room. Nothing can be seen except for the numbers of a digital alarm clock, reading 5:59 AM. Once the time switches to 6:00, an alarm goes off. It is quickly shut off, and then a light turns on."Every Day is Exactly the Same" by Nine Inch Nails begins to play in the background. We are in the bedroom of Asher Durante, a depressed young man in his late 20's. He is muscular with dark hair and an olive complexion.He begins to go through his morning routine. He gets dressed, and walks up a flight of stairs. He eats breakfast. He brushes his teeth, and then walks out the door.
The next morning, we are taken back to his bedroom. The events play out exactly the same. He turns off his alarm, gets dressed, walks up the stairs, eats, brushes his teeth, and then walks out the door.
The next morning, the same happens. This repeats for approximately 3 days, each time with the amount of footage shown being less, and the cuts between being harsher and more jumpy. All the while, the music continues to play.Until, we see Asher in an alley. He looks around, and walks behind a storage shed. He then proceeds to pull out a pistol. Suddenly, we see someone else walk towards the same shed. All we can see is this person's feet.Asher:( Holding the muzzle of the pistol against his chin)To Hell with it. Before Asher can pull the trigger, a gloved hand reaches out towards the gun. The camera pans towards this gloved figure, and it shows a man, a little older than Asher, wearing a suit and leather gloves. He has black and white make-up on, almost like "The Crow". He has an emotionless expression, but the make-up is painted to give him a twisted, macabre grin.Asher: What the f- Figure:I'll gladly take you up on that offer. A high-pitched, almost mechanical shreik is heard, and the picture changes to a negative effect, before quickly cutting to black.
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Post by The Caribbean Crew on Jun 8, 2008 23:46:04 GMT -5
Lillian Garcia: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. *D-X’s music plays.* www.youtube.com/watch?v=fGsY3DxRXAsLillian: Introducing first, coming down the aisle, at a combined weight of 485 pounds—“The Heartbreak Kid” Shawn Michaels, “The Game” Triple H, D-GENERATION-X. *D-X comes out to a nice pop. HBK and Triple H are both wearing their green and black gear. They walk down the aisle, hamming it up to the crowd. Then, they enter the ring.* Jim Ross: Well, we are set for action, with the debut of… Jerry “The King” Lawler: Quiet, J.R.! D-X is about to do their introduction. *Triple H takes the microphone from Lillian.* Triple H: Are you ready? *The crowd pops.* Triple H: No, EWT, I said, “ARE YOU READY!!!!?” *The crowd pops louder.” Triple H: Then, for the thousands in attendance and the millions watching at home—Let’s get ready to SUCK IT!!!! *The crowd pops. Triple H hands Shawn Michaels the microphone.* Shawn: And, if you’re not down with that, we got two words for ya!!!! *holds up microphone* Audience: SUCK IT!!!! *Shawn hands the microphone back to Lillian as the Caribbean Crew’s music starts playing.* www.youtube.com/watch?v=vtPk5IUbdH0Lillian: And, their opponents, coming down the aisle, at a combined weight of 460 pounds, from the Caribbean—“The Jumping Jamaican” Benjamin Bannock, “The Crazy Cuban” Antonio “Tony” Colón , THE CARIBBEAN CREW. *The Crew comes out to a nice pop. They are both wearing white tights; Benjamin’s tights have the Jamaican flag down the legs and Antonio’s has the Cuban flag down the legs. Benjamin has on black boots with the Jamaican flag on them and green wrist tape, elbow pads, and knee pads. Antonio has on black boots with the Cuban flag on them and red wrist tape, elbow pads, and knee pads. They walk to the ring and enter it.* J.R.: As I was sayin’ before I was rudely interrupted… King: Sorry, J.R., but you were about to rudely interrupt D-X’s introduction. J.R.: Anyway, we’re set for action with the debut of the Caribbean Crew against D-X. King: Hey, where are those two girls that are in the Caribbean Crew? J.R.: I guess Benjamin and Antonio didn’t bring them because they’re not needed. King: Oh man! They were the reason I was looking forward to this match! *The bell rings. Lillian exits the ring. Triple H and Benjamin move onto the apron. HBK and Antonio circle each other and then tie up. Antonio locks Shawn into a headlock, but Shawn gets out of it and locks Antonio into a hammerlock. However, Antonio soon reverses the hammerlock into a hammerlock of his own. Then, Shawn grabs Antonio by his head and takes him over to the mat, causing Antonio to let go of the hold. They both get up. Antonio charges at Shawn, but HBK catches Tony with an armdrag. They both get up again. This time, Shawn charges at Antonio, and it is Antonio who takes HBK to the math with an armdrag. They both get up and charge at each other. Tony goes for a clothesline, but HBK ducks. They both hit the ropes, bounce off of them, charge at each other, and hit each other with a flying forearm. Then, they both kip up. The audience applauds what they’ve just saw.* J.R.: Amazing display of athleticism from both competitors so far. King: The fans seem to think so, too. J.R: Both these men are so well-matched and similar that either man could get the upperhand for his team. *Shawn and Tony tie up again. This time, HBK gets the upperhand and pushes Antonio back into a neutral corner. Then, he gives Tony a backhand chop. The crowd yells “Woo!” each time HBK chops Antonio. Suddenly, Antonio starts chopping Shawn and manages to back Shawn and himself out of the corner. HBK chops back, and the two men are soon in a chop fight.* J.R.: HBK and the Crazy Cuban are in a chop war right now. King: It’s making my chest red just looking at it…wait, why did you call Antonio “The Crazy Cuban”? J.R.: It’s his nickname. King: How do you know that? J.R: Because Lillian said it at the before the match, and because I take notes before and during the matches instead of just doodle pictures. King: Yeah, but they’re good pictures. *They keep chopping each other; their chest turning red. Suddenly, Antonio ducks. HBK spins around, and Tony grabs him and quickly drops him to the mat with a back suplex. However, Shawn just jumps up. Tony quickly kicks Shawn, causing him to bend over. Antonio grabs Shawn by his hair to hold him, kicks Shawn in the chest 3 times, and hits HBK with a leg drop bulldog.* J.R.: Buena Vista Social Club from Antonio. King: I guess Antonio got sick of those “Woos.” *With Shawn on the mat, Antonio runs to the ropes, jumps on them, and quickly jumps off of them, hitting HBK with a springboard corkscrew senton. He quickly gets up as Shawn rolls over onto his back. Tony runs to the ropes and springboard off them again, this time hitting HBK with a springboard moonsault. He goes for a pin.* Ref: 1…2…*Shawn kicks out.* J.R.: Nice Moon Over Miami from the Crazy Cuban, but it wasn’t enough to keep HBK down. King: He must really like Denny’s to have named a move after one of their meals. J.R.: Miami! Not Mihammy! King: Well, excuse me! *Tony gets up, grabs HBK’s leg, pulls him over to the Crew’s corner, and tags in Benjamin. The Jumping Jamaican jumps over the top rope and lands on Shaw with a double leg drop.* J.R: And, the Jumping Jamaican enters the match with a Rastafarian Leg Drop. King: Let me guess, that’s Benjamin’s nickname. J.R: You’re catching on. King: Well, you gotta be smart to be a king. *Shawn slowly gets up. Benjamin gives him a few chops and backs him into the ropes. He whips HBK across the ring. Benjamin charges at Shawn as he bounces off the ropes and tries to hit him with a clothesline, but HBK ducks. As Bannock turns around, Shawn bounces off the other ropes and hits Benjamin with a flying forearm.* J.R.: Somehow, Shawn Michaels has managed to stay alive. King: But, it would be wise if he tagged in Triple H. *Suddenly, HBK kips up. The crowd pops. Then, Shawn jumps over and tags in Triple H. The Game enters the ring as Benjamin gets up. He runs toward Bannock and hits him with a running high knee strike. Benjamin falls back onto the ropes. Triple H charges at him with a clothesline, but Bannock ducks and back body drops the Game to the outside.* J.R.: And, as soon as he comes in, Triple H goes out. King: This doesn’t look good for D-X, or me! I bet money on them! *The Game gets up. Suddenly, Benjamin lands on Triple H with a slingshot crossbody. Benjamin gets up and picks up the Game. Suddenly, HBK gets up, runs to the ropes, grabs the top rope, jumps over it, and lands on both men with a somersault senton. As the three men lay on the floor, Antonio climbs to the top rope. He waits for them to get up. They slowly do, and Antonio jumps off, hitting them all with a moonsault.* King: Man! There are bodies everywhere! J.R.: The Caribbean Crew really wants to win their debut match! *Benjamin gets up and picks up the Game, throwing him back into the ring. Triple H rolls over to the middle of the ring and gets up as Bannock reenters the rings. Benjamin charges at the Game, but Triple H catches him with a Double-A spinebuster. He gloats a little and turns around only to be taken down to the mat by Antonio with a Lou Thesz press, followed by some punches. Tony gets up as HBK sneaks back into the ring. As Tony turns around, HBK superkicks Antonio, causing him to fall to the mat and roll to the outside. The crowd lets out a little groan at the kick.* J.R.: Sweet Chin Music nearly takes off Antonio’s head. King: Well, it may not have taken off his head, but it may have taken Antonio out of the match! *The referee goes outside to check on Antonio while Shawn climbs to the top rope. Then, HBK jumps off the turnbuckle with a diving elbow drop onto Bannock. As he gloats, the ref reenters the ring and tells Shawn to exit the ring. He does, and Triple H gets up. The Game backs into the ropes, runs back to Benjamin, and drops a knee onto Benjamin’s head. Antonio still lays knocked out on the outside.* King: Man! Antonio is still knocked out. J.R.: And, without him, Benjamin is a sitting duck! It appears that the Caribbean Crew may not win their debut match. King: Well, that sucks for them; but it’s great for D-X, me, and my bet! *Triple H tags in Shawn as Benjamin gets up. HBK charges at Benjamin and hits him with a huricanrana followed by some punches to the head. Shawn gets off of Bannock, and Benjamin gets up. HBK goes for a kick, but Bannock pushes his leg away. After HBK turns around, Benjamin goes for a kick himself, but Shawn catches his leg. Benjamin goes for an enzuigiri, but Shawn ducks. However, Bannock hits him with a mule kick, sending HBK into the corner. Then, Benjamin charges at Shawn and hits him with a spear into the corner.* J.R.: HBK just felt an Island Breeze. King: I doubt that felt as good as one. *As Benjamin moves away from the corner, Shawn falls into a seated position in the corner. Then, Bannock charges at HBK and hits him with a rope-aided corner dropkick. He gets up and sees The Game charging at him. Benjamin ducks, going for a back body drop; but Triple H counters with a facebuster to his knee. Bannock bounces up and into the ropes. He bounces off the ropes, and the Game catches him with another Double-A spinebuster.* J.R.: Benjamin telegraphs that back body drop, and it costs him. King: He may be as out as Antonio. *Triple H hits Benjamin with another knee drop to the head as Shawn pulls himself up with the ropes. As Bannock gets up, HBK tunes up the band. Benjamin turns around, and HBK hits him with the Sweet Chin Music. Bannock turns around, and the Game catches him, going for a Pedigree. Suddenly, Antonio comes out of nowhere and hits Triple H with a springboard clothesline. The crowd pops loudly.* King: Where did he come from!!!!? J.R.: Antonio Colón comes out of nowhere with a flying clothesline!!!! King: I thought he was out of it! J.R.: I imagine D-X wishes he still was! *Tony gets up. Shawn comes charging at him, but Antonio kicks him in the stomach. He grabs HBK and hits him with a suplex. Then, he rolls over, picks up Shawn, and hits him with another suplex. Then, he rolls over again, picks up Shawn again, and hits him with another suplex.* J.R.: Tres Cubanos from Antonio Colón. King: I thought it was called Three Amigos. J.R.: That’s the Mexican name. King: Oh. *Tony gets up. Suddenly, Triple H gets up and comes charging at Antonio. However, Tony stops him with a kick. He moves behind the Game and hits him with a leg hook Saito suplex.* J.R.: Havana-plex to the Game. King: You know, J.R., I just noticed—this guy looks like Al Pacino in “Scarface.” J.R.: It took you this long to realize that. King: I was too caught up in the action. J.R.: Oh. Well, I wouldn’t say that to his face. King: Why? J.R.: I hear Mr. Colón doesn’t like to be told that. King: That’s a shame! I do a good Tony Montana, and now, he’ll never hear it…You wanna hear it, J.R.!? J.R.: No. *Antonio gets up. Suddenly, Shawn comes out of nowhere and hits Tony with a huricanrana, followed by some punches to this head. HBK gets up and does some gloating to the enjoyment of the crowd. As this goes on, Benjamin slowly gets up. HBK sees him and charges at Bannock, but the Jumping Jamaican suddenly hits him with a 540 kick.* King: Where did that come from!!!!? J.R. Benjamin Bannock out of nowhere hits Shawn Michaels with the Cool Runnings!!!! *Bannock leans on the ropes. HBK lays on the mat. Then, Antonio gets up. He grabs Shawn by the legs and swings him around as Benjamin runs towards them and hits HBK in the head with a running knee strike. The audience groans in empathetic pain.* J.R.: Coconut Cracker to Shawn Michaels! King: That’s an appropriate name—that may have cracked HBK’s coconut! *Suddenly the Game comes from nowhere and hits Benjamin with a running high knee strike. Tony goes for a kick, but Triple H grabs his leg. However, Antonio just hits Triple H with an enziugiri. The Game falls to the man. Benjamin gets up. They both grab one of Triple H’s legs, catapult him into the ropes, hitting him with a double catapult backbreaker.* J.R.: Lime In The Coconut from the Caribbean Crew to Triple H. King: Do all their move names have “coconut” in them? J.R.: No, just those two. King: Oh. *The Crew gets up. Antonio picks up Triple H as Benjamin moves onto the apron. Tony picks up the Game, Bannock jumps onto the top rope, and they hit Triple H with a powerbomb-springboard clothesline combo.* J.R.: And, the Caribbean Crew does some Island Hopping onto Triple H. King: You weren’t lying about only two of their moves having “coconut” in them. J.R.: Would I ever lie to you? King: Sometimes. *Antonio and Benjamin pick up Triple H and throw him to the outside. Suddenly, Shawn comes charging at them, but the Crew stops him with a double superkick. HBK falls back into the ropes. The Crew grabs Shawn and stands him up in the center of the ring. Then, Benjamin runs to the ropes behind HBK, and Tony runs to the ropes in front of him. They bounce off the ropes and charge toward Shawn. Then, Antonio hits HBK with a spear as Bannock hits him with a 540 to the back of the head. Shawn falls to the man, and Benjamin goes for a pin.* Ref: 1…2…3. *The bell rings.* Lillian: Here are your winners—THE CARIBBEAN CREW. J.R.: And, with Another Day In Paradise, the Caribbean Crew has won the match. *Benjamin and Antonio exit the ring as they celebrate the victory. The crowd cheers them on as they walk to the backstage area.* J.R.: They sure seem happy to have won their debut match! King: I’m not! They just cost me a lot of money! *Cut to commercial.*
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Post by Tea & Crumpets on Jun 9, 2008 13:37:41 GMT -5
*Cut to an arena in Aberdeen, Scotland.* Announcer: Ladies and gentlemen, it is now time for your special attraction match for the EWT World Tag Team Championships! *The crowd pops, surprisingly* Announcer: Introducing first, at a combined weight of 884lbs, they are the team of Big Dave and Bulk, the UK Pitbulls! *The UK Pitbulls enter, to a decent round of applause, and make their way to the ring.* Announcer: And, introducing 2nd, at a combined weight of 482lbs, they are the current EWT World Tag Team Champions, The Emerald Warrior and, returning to his hometown of Aberdeen Scotland, The Highland Horror, Angus MacAngus! Together, they are the Highland Diamonds! *Rhapsody’s Emerald Sword cues up on the grainy PA, as the Diamonds enter. Emerald Warrior is as arrogant and obnoxious to the fans as normal .Angus however, seems more appreciative of his hometown crowd, and high-5’s and shakes hands with several of the crowd. The Diamonds enter the ring and hand over their belts to the timekeeper, with Warrior surprised at Angus’ response to the crowd.* DING DING DING!! Angus and Bulk start off, both teams’ larger competitors. Angus goes to lock up with Bulk, but Bulk just easily shoves him off. Angus offers a test of strength, and Bulk smirks, before going to accept. But Angus spins out before Bulk takes hold of his other hands, and applies an arm wringer to the 520 pounder. Bulk easily shoves him off again, but Angus hits the ropes and blasts Bulk with a lariat, but Bulk doesn’t move! Angus goes for another lariat, but Bulk clubs him down. Bulk then hits the ropes, and thunders at Angus, dropping him with a shoulder block. Angus gets up and dodges out of Bulk’s reach, then peppers him with several boxing punches to the face. Bulk absorbs them and clubs Angus, then throws him across the ring with a massive biel! Angus rests in his own corner, as Bulk charges at him. Angus dodges, and Bulk hits the turnbuckle, and Angus tags Warrior. Angus tries for a schoolboy as Emerald Warrior hits a springboard dropkick, and finally Bulk goes down! Angus tries to apply the Flower of Scotland, but Bulk kicks him away. Bulk gets up, only to be rocked with a double superkick by the Diamonds! Emerald Warrior then runs to the ropes, and goes for a tiltawhirl headscissors, but Bulk counters it into a sidewalk slam! Cover 1…..
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Kick out! Bulk picks Warrior up and tags out to Big Dave. Dave and Bulk both back up, then charge in one after another for the Club Sandwich! Bulk hits, but Warrior collapses out of the way of Big Dave, and crawls out from a seated position in the corner. Warrior tries an arm drag, but Dave is too big, and pulls Warrior up and into a scoop slam! Warrior is lifted up again, and dropped with a big military press! Bulk and Dave set up for the Double Whopper, but Emerald Warrior rolls away, and the splash and legdrop both miss! Warrior goes for a springboard crossbody, but Dave catches him. He goes for another slam, but Warrior drops out the back, ducks under, and snaps off a version of the Emerald Cutter, spinning himself around instead of lifting Dave! Warrior applies a cross armbreaker, trying to wear Dave down, but Dave powers out, deadlifts Emerald Warrior, and tries to apply the Dog Collar. Again Warrior escapes, and hits a big dropkick to the back of Dave’s head, before hitting the ropes and taking Big Dave to 1 knee with a running enzugiri! Warrior then tags Angus, and they run at the kneeling Dave, hitting 2 boots to the face! Angus makes a cover 1……
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Kick out! Dave is down, and Angus attempts to apply his inverted Triangle Choke, but again the superior power stops Angus. Dave hits a huge Samoan drop on Angus, and tags out to Bulk. Bulk climbs the corner, going for his rolling senton, but Angus dodges, and Bulk almost puts himself through the ring! Warrior vaults into the ring and hits a forearm on Dave. Dave charges the Diamonds, who have regrouped at the ropes, but they both perform a low bridge and Dave goes over to the floor! Bulk is alone in the ring as Angus and Warrior both climb separate corners! Angus dives, and takes Bulk down with the Flying Scotsman lariat! Warrior then readies, and hits a Skytwister Press! Angus then climbs another corner as quick as he can, and hits the Scotch Stomp! Warrior hops to the top of another turnbuckle ,and dives, connecting with the 5 Star Moonsault! The Diamonds both make the cover on Bulk 1……
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3! DING DING DING!*
Announcer: Ladies and gentlemen, your winners, and still EWT World Tag Team Champions, The Highland Diamonds!!!!!!
*The Diamonds collect their belts and start to leave. Emerald Warrior grabs a microphone.*
Warrior: Next stop…..MEXICO!!! Go buy a ticket for the show and watch us and cheer us and buy our merchandise, cause you should all be grateful we came here to Scotland for this exhibition in the first place, ya cheapskates.
*Angus takes the mic*
Angus: Noo, Warrior, ah don’ like ye takin’ afoul of mah own people.
*The crowd cheers*
Angus: Except in this case, you’re absolutely right! These people, where have they been for the past several years? Have they been flyin’ out ta see tha’ EWT shows, ta cheer us? No! But as soon as I come here, they all crawl oot tha’ woodwork like friends and relatives ta a lottery winner…….As far as I’m concerned, I like the applause, but ye should’ve been supplyin’ it before we came here! I’m not interested in tha cheap hometown pop. Show ya bloody loyalty an’ be real fans, rather than hypocrites. Ye make me glad I left this town when I did…….An noo, off ta Mexico. Maybe they’ll show us real appreciation, rather than ride our coattails.
*The Diamonds leave, the crowd now turned against them, booing as they exit the arena.*
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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 Jun 9, 2008 14:04:57 GMT -5
"It's Tiffany, Bitch..."
*"Gimme More" plays over the EWT speakers as Tiffany makes her way down to the ring following her most impressive in ring showing to date at Crap-A-Mania Cinco.*
Toni "T.G." Garcya: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, weighing in at 118lbs, from Los Angeles, California... TIFFANY!
*The usual skip in Tiffany's step is noticeably absent as she walks on down to the ring. It would seem that Liam's behavior has managed to affect her too. No dancing or cartwheels tonight. The crowd shows little pity for the Playboy cover girl as the majority still boos her. There is an obvious look of concern on Tiff's face as she enters the ring. She doesn't even do the splits as she can't get Liam's condition off her mind.*
Nick Russ: Good evening EWT fans, I'm Nick Russ, beside me as always is Jerome "The Lord" East. What a fall-out from Crap-A-Mania Cinco, Jerome.
Jerome "The Lord" East: I'll say Nick. New Tag-Team Champions, a new GND Champion in the returning D'Zee, Ghost Face has a shot for any title he wants, Team Ireland have their hands on Liam O'Neill's video tape & what a main event!
Russ: And as you mention Liam O'Neill, Jerome it seems the loss of his match has taken a significant toll on him & those around him. He's disassociated himself from all his friends & left them without a clue as to how to help him.
East: He wasn't even paying attention to Tiffany when she came out to motivate him during his match with Hardcore Hensley... Then again, when that idiot's involved who can blame him?
*”Goodbye Blood and Rose” plays over the EWT speakers as Vile enters without Sigma in tow.*
Toni “T.G.” Garcya: And her opponent; From Parts Unknown, weighing in at 177 pounds…VILE!
*Vile enters in an emotionless fashion. Sigma is not with her because he went on a tirade and destroyed the Minipax Office and demolished One with a Power bomb through his oak desk. Vile enters the ring and gives Tiffany an emotionless stare. Needless to say, Tiffany is scared to death.*
Russ: This is Vile's first match against an established GND here in EWT.
East: No, it's her first match against Tiffany. There's a big difference, Nick.
Russ: If Vile is capable of handling a man like Ludvig Borga as she did last week, what chance has Tiffany got against her?
East: Even if she hadn't defeated Borga last week, Vile still has five inches & roughly 60lbs weight advantage over Tiffany.
DING-DING!
*Tiffany prepares to lock up with Vile, but Vile catches Tiffany off guard with a kick to the gut. Tiffany doubles over & Vile seems to be setting Tiffany up for a "Vile-Driver" already.*
Russ: Could this match be over already?
East: Even by Tiffany's standards this was a short one!
*Tiff manages to escape by throwing all her body-weight to one side. Tiff now holds Vile in position for the "Vile-Driver", but Tiffany lacks sufficient strength to hold Vile up for long enough to perform the move. Tiffany falls forwards & drops Vile, nearly breaking her neck in the process. Vile nurses her head for a moment as Tiffany clasps her hands over her own mouth making an "Oh My God!"-face. Tiff has a relieved look on her face as Vile stands again. This soon gives way to a look of alarm as she remembers she's supposed to be scared of Vile.*
Russ: Tiffany nearly broke Vile's neck with that modified "Vile-Driver".
East: But it looks as if Vile's getting back up already.
*Vile grabs Tiffany & gives her a harsh looking body slam. Vile swiftly drops an elbow on Tiffany's over-inflated chest. Vile whips Tiffany to the corner. Tiff stumbles & trips over her feet before she makes it to the corner. Vile tries to cover Tiff's botchery by locking in an STF. Tiff reaches for the ropes & manages to break the hold rather quickly. Vile releases the hold & backs up a bit.*
*Tiffany drags herself back up with the ropes. She leans back in the corner & Vile splashes Tiff. Before Tiff even has the chance to fall over, Vile catches her with a HUGE Back Body Drop. Tiff goes flying across the ring. Tiffany shakily stands again & Vile clobbers her with a clothesline. Tiffany rolls back from the clothesline & is standing again, albeit, noticeably dazed. Tiff runs at Vile & attempts to catch her with a Crucifix Pin. But Vile is simply too heavy for Tiffany to take her over. Vile holds Tiffany in the Crucifix position & dumps her with a Samoan Drop.*
Russ: A huge mistake for Tiffany there. She should have realized that Vile is simply too big & too strong for her to take down.
East:... IT'S TIFFANY!!! She probably doesn't even realize she's supposed to win this match!
*Vile would normally go for the cover, but she decides that enough is enough and gives Tiffany a taste of what power she has in store for the rest of the GND’s. Vile lifts Tiffany over her head and just drops her on the completely unnatural chest that she has. While Tiffany is rolling in pain, Vile is calling for her finisher, the Reploid Buster.*
Russ: Vile has decided that enough is enough and is through playing with her and is going to set her up for the Reploid Buster.
East: It’s about time she did. She should have won this match minutes ago.
*Vile lifts up Tiffany, and sets her up and then without any hesitation, just slams her down with the Reploid Buster. But Vile doesn’t want it to end so painlessly for Tiffany. She picks her up and does another Reploid Buster on Tiffany. Vile then goes for the pin.*
Ref: 1……..2……….3!
*Bell Rings*
Russ: Vile hits two Reploid Busters on Tiffany as punishment for dropping Vile on the top of her head, and gets the pin fall.
East: Tiffany had no clue on what to do in this match, but Vile knew what to do all along, thanks to Sigma’s coaching.
Toni “T.G.” Garcya: Here is your winner…….Vile!
Russ: Another win for Vile as she puts down Tiffany, as we can see on the replay. She doesn’t stop with one Reploid Buster, but she delivers two Reploid Busters to put her down once and for all.
East: Vile is a force to be reckoned with in EWT. The next question is that can she stand up to the new EWT champion D’Zee or maybe even Terina or the new women in The Caribbean Crew. Well, with Sigma’s coaching, it may actually become reality where Vile is the next GND champion.
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Post by invaderdave on Jun 10, 2008 21:16:52 GMT -5
Brian Gold is backstage in the locker room, seemingly dancing to no music. Suddenly, Hoss Matthews appears out of nowhere, microphone in hand, ready to interview.
"Brian Gold, we are one week removed from Crap-a-Mania, where you...um...what are you doing?"
Brian doesn't stop dancing, but turns around, finally spotting Hoss. Pulling out a pair of earphones, he grins, turning down his iPod.
"Oh sorry, listening to that one Ting Tings song. Y'know...about the drums. The drums. The drums. The dr..."
"Yes Mr. Gold, we understand. We were actually kind of hoping you could give us some insight about your Crap-a-Mania debut, and your partner's thoughts on his main event match with Andy Duke... Speaking of, where is Mr. Davies?"
"Dave's gone."
Hoss is rightly taken aback.
"Gone? How do you mean?"
"I mean he's not in the arena right now. He's taking a bit of time off. He'll be back in a day or two."
Hoss looks relieved, but realized he's out on an interview.
"Rats, and I was really hoping to get the first interview with the retaining champ too..."
Brian pats Hoss on the shoulder reassuringly.
"Well hey, tell you what; I don't mind speaking for Dave."
"Um...what?"
Without answering, Brian looks straight into the camera, and begins speaking with a low, agressive voice.
"Andy Duke, you did your best, and for what its worth, you almost proved my win to be a fluke. But I got you, and I backdrop drivered you straight to hell, and I'm still champ. And as for Bullz-I, watch out, cuz I'm gonna do the exact same thing to you..."
Brian straightens back up, speaking in his own voice.
"...or something like that."
Hoss seems impressed.
"That was pretty good, Mr. Gold. But as for you, it looks like you've got to deal with Team Ireland again..."
"I guess I do. Shane Malone...is he the tall one or the shy one?"
"Errr...huh?"
"Well, I kind of think of Team Ireland as the Beatles of EWT, so would you say he's the tall one or the shy one?"
"....I'd say he's the tall one."
"Oh, cool. Any way, Shane Malone, I hear you plan on using me as a way of sending a message to Dave, just something to be discarded, like I'm just a piece of parsley on the dinner plate that is De Whizbang. Well you're gonna learn just how much of a full sized, sirloin steak I can be, Shane. You can count on that!"
Brian picks up his iPod.
"Right after I finish the song..."
Brian goes back to dancing, and Hoss midly shrugs, before leaving a self-amused Brian.
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Post by liontamer12 on Jun 12, 2008 3:32:05 GMT -5
We open to The Guardinals locker room and find Andy "The Eagle" Davidson and John "The Lion" Valentine.
Andy: So you're the new EWT Toolshed Champion, eh?
JLV: Yeah. Pretty wild, huh?
Andy: Yeah...wild's the word.
JLV: Well, I'd better go find Amnestria. Catch you around fish n' chips.
Andy: Fake Chuckle. Yeah, see you soon...real soon.
We see an evil grin on the face of Andy Davidson as the camera fades out.
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Post by hardcorehensley on Jun 12, 2008 19:01:53 GMT -5
"Hit Em High, Hit Em Low" blasts out from the loudspeakers.
EWT's Ox Division Champion, Hardcore Hensley, rumbles through the curtains. His belt dangles around his neck as he makes his way to the ring. He slides in, and visits each corner. Afterwards, he collects a microphone from the timekeeper's table. Before he can even bring it up to his lips though, Management's Representative jogs out. He heads down the aisle then climbs into the ring, a mic already in his possession."Allow me to halt you right here before you proceed on with another one of your little temper tantrums. Ahem, you've made your demands very clear, and the fans seem to concur with all of them. I've said time and time again that EWT is all about it's fans. When we set our sights upon something they desire, we stop at nothing to bring it to them. We do so with full force! However, when that something involves one worker or more of ours placing themselves in terrible danger, we cannot simply let it go. Therefore, my decision still stands. I am sorry. Of course, what kind of businessman would I be, if I didn't offer some sort of alternative. That said, at the next Post-Per-View, I will give the both of you a rematch. It shall be a Crap-A-Mania Rematch as Poe Moe Foe challenges for your title once again! Do you accept?" "Just so we're on the same page here, this would make Hensley/Foe II also a straight up wrestling match?" "Lack of a better term, but yes!" "Ah, so what does it look like I have 'vagina' written on my forehead to you! I mean, why don't you just say what you mean. Actually, I'll do it for you. You want me to step back into this ring, and attempt to have a good, one on one, wrestling match with him again. Despite knowing that this man's likely to pull a f***ing tank, or God knows what else out on me!" "HEY! If the cards were all in my hand, you wouldn't get s***! Matter of fact, I would've done stripped you of your title, and awarded it to a far more worthy individual!" "Whoa, whoa there, buddy! Don't pop a blood vessel, you penis. I'm the real deal, you little twerp! You can go try to find another, and you'll probably find some cheap knockoff, but I promise not anything more." "Blah, what are you?" "One of a kind, baby." With that, Hensley drops his mic, and flips the Representative a pair of birds before spiking him with the Pizza Cutta. His fans erupt with joy as he springs back up to his feet, re energized. He beats upon his chest for a moment then snatches his mic back up."Take a look, EWT! Take a look at your Representative! Until I get what I want, that's all you're going to be seeing!" Just as he finishes, and drops his mic again, he turns right around into the shoulder of Foe that sticks him square in his gut. He folds over, the wind gone completely out of him. Foe mounts him, and opens up with heavy rights and lefts. The champ is practically defenseless against his wallops, and eats a mouthful before managing to kick him off. He gains back a heartbeat's time of rest maybe, but Foe's back on his attack. A tricky monkey flip from Hensley though sends Foe off of his game plan. They meet back up toe to toe, and start trading their stuff. After a good while of that, Hensley catches his rival off guard by ducking one of his shots. He takes his legs out from under him, planting him with his back on the mat. He mounts this time, and it's Foe that gets spoon-fed stiff shots. They go rolling around the canvas for a bit then security finally appears. Almost two dozen men are required by the time they have them separated. The duo's hate for one another ends up driving them to team together as they begin fending off the men in black, just so they can get their hands on themselves. Foe is eventually tackled to the floor though while Hensley clears the ring thanks to a trusty steel chair from ringside. He races around it, smacking the ropes and turnbuckles, begging for more challengers. Meanwhile, Foe is pushed back up the ramp. He struggles for freedom, but the twenty or so bulky men are just too much for the killer. At last, he obliges, only requesting a simple mic. An official from the back rushes out to hand him one. Hensley drops the chair, and leans against the ropes."Hensley, you think you're big! You think you're hard! You think you're tough! As soon as I get my hands on you, the only thing you're going to be is my b****, and until then you aren't s***!" Hensley mouths the phrase 'baby s***' at Foe as he carries on his tirade. Shaking his head, Hensley hops up onto the top rope then, in true breathtaking fashion, leaps out towards the men. He performs a shooting star press, wiping them all out in a domino effect with Foe being the final fall. Hensley sells nothing, instead he crawls over the bodies, all the way to Foe. He pounces on him, and the fight continues. Even more officials file out as the two pound away at each other. By the time one's distant from the other, the crowd is bouncing up and down out of their seats. A line of blood up and down the ramp can be seen between them. Blood flows down Hensley's face from his nose and mouth while a cut under his chin has it trickling down his chest. Foe's left eye is ready to pop out of it's socket, his left ear is torn to shreds, and he's holding his collarbone in pain. We quickly fade out to promos for popular artists Nelly and Fred Durst.
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Post by xombiehiphop on Jun 14, 2008 12:06:23 GMT -5
Announcer: "The following contest is scheduled for one fall..introducing first..weighing in at 230lbs..Ghost Face!" The sounds of "The Undertaker (Renholder Mix)" www.youtube.com/watch?v=WM6YevemuaQ fill the arena as Ghost Face makes his way towards the ring, pale colored dreadlocks hanging in front of his face like octopus tentacles. Securely clutched in his grasp is his briefcase that will allow him to become the number one contender for whichever title he desires. He climbs into the ring, climbing onto the middle rope, and soon holds the black case above his head, drawing the ire of the massesJim Ross: "Here we have the winner of The Escalator To Heaven Match! Whatever title he's planning to go after is still a mystery. He hasn't told a single soul." Paul Heyman: "He's merely biding his time. Why show all your cards? Make the roster, specifically the title holders, sweat a little." Announcer: "And his opponent..hailing from Cash Mountain..weighing 262lbs..representing Minipax.."The Killionare" Richard Clay!" Another participant in the Escalator To Heaven match makes his arrival, quickly throwing off his purple vest as he makes a stomp for the ring, eyes narrowed into a glareRoss: "I can't imagine Clay is too pleased with losing out on the prize Ghost Face is holding." Heyman: "At one point in the match, Clay Gorilla Press Slammed Ghost Face from the top of the escalator! And he wasn't even pissed off then!" The two meet in the center of the ring and have a stare down as the bell rings. Richard Clay has the obvious height advantage as he stands at 6'7''. Clay places a palm on his opponents face and shoves him backwards, who quickly responds with a boot to the gut. With Clay kneeled over, he responds with right hands and more stomps. The Minipax member is further lowered after being hit with a series of clubbing blows to his shoulder area. Ghost Face runs the ropes but runs right into a Spinebuster.Ross: "Ghost Face's main challenge here will definitely be to overcome the size advantage Richard Clay possess." Ghost Face is pulled up by his hair and whipped hard into a corner. Clay comes rushing in but receives two boots to the face for his troubles. As Clay stumbles backwards, Ghost Face wrenches the arm and keeps a grip while climbing onto the top rope. Balancing along the top rope, ala The Undertaker, he makes a quick sprint across them before leaping off with a Leg Drop onto Clay's appendage, driving him to the mat. Ghost Face quickly follows by trying to lock in a Fujiwara Arm Bar but "The Killionare" shoves him away into the ropes. With Clay in a kneeled position, Ghost Face bounces off the ropes and catches his opponent with a straight kick to the side of the face. Downing him, he goes for a cover..
..One..
..Two..
..Clay kicks out with authority. Ghost Face slips behind Clay and tries to lock in a Cobra Clutch but Clay backs him into a turnbuckle, crushing him against it. Richard Clay proceeds to Hip Toss Ghost Face out of the corner, sending him flying across the ring. As Clay advances, Ghost Face stumbles to his feet and takes a wild swing which Clay is able to duck. He locks Ghost Face in for a German Suplex and completes it..he rolls through for another..and finally a third before hooking a leg.
..One..
..Two..
..Ghost Face gets a foot on the bottom rope! Ghost Face rises to his knee's, clutching the back of his neck. Clay advances towards him once more, but as he gets close enough, Ghost Face grabs the waist of his tights and sends him through the middle rope, tumbling to the outside onto the floor. The crowd begins to stir as someone seems to be making his way through the crowdHeyman "What's he doing out here?!" With Ghost Face keeping the referee distracted, he fails to notice Sigma Williams leap over the guard rail. Clay gets to his feet just in time to receive a rushing Big Boot to the face, which causes the back of Clay's head to bounce off the un-protected mat. Sigma rolls Clay into the ring and disappears as quickly as he gave. Ghost Face moves the referee aside and lifts Clay up, only to drop with an Even Flow DDT straight into a Guillotine Choke, completely the "Death Trap". After just landing on his head, and now all the pressure being applied to it, Clay has no choice but to tap outAnnouncer: "Here is your winner...Ghost Face!" Ross: "Obviously, the issues between Sigma and Minipax are far from over!" Heyman: "What an idiot! Does he have any idea who he's messing with?! He's a dead man!" Ghost Face stands victorious, hoisting his briefcase above his head once more as the scene fades away..
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Post by Koda, Master Crunchyroller on Jun 15, 2008 3:18:32 GMT -5
Koda Kazar walks out to the center of the ring to no music. The crowd is dead silent. Koda grabs a mic and lifts it to his face.
Koda: "..........."
Koda lowers the mic. He lifts it back up.
Koda: "I know many of you know me for my happy demeanor and my slick sense of humor, but today I come to you as just Koda Kazar, no fun, no silliness."
Koda: "I....have some bad news to state. Two weekends ago, me, Joe Bher, and my girlfriend Shinobi Misa attended an anime convention in Dallas, Texas. It was a pretty fun weekend, albeit the con staff was asshats like always, but that is beside the point. On our way back to my hometown of Oklahoma City, I was riding in a car with my best friend Greg, and Joe and Misa rode in another car. Misa and Joe's car was caught behind a semi rig that me and Greg were ahead of. All of a sudden, one of the wheels exploded and sent the tire back towards their car. The tire went through the windshield and killed the driver instantly. The rig jack knifed, and Joe's and Misa's car kept going, without a driver......"
Koda paused.
Koda: "Their car crashed into the rig.....we didn't know what the full extent of the accident until paramedics came to the scene. We saw them load up four black body bags.....all four belonging to the people riding in the car that crashed into the rig. I regret to inform everyone, with a heavy heart, that two of the closest people to me, and my tag team partners, have died. I would've announced this sooner, but only now can I accept what has happened and moved on. I don't know what my future in EWT will be now. I just want to apologize to Joe. I'm sorry bro, but looks like I couldn't keep my promise. We never got those belts."
Koda pauses, visibly tearing up.
Koda: "May you continue to speak 1337 up in the great squared circle in the sky, Joe. You and Misa will always be by my side. Misa, I'll always keep you in a special place in my heart. The Fanboy Otaku Gamers may have broken by an unfortunate accident, but they will never be forgotten. I will miss you guys severely. Peace out."
Koda sets down the mic, and places two 20 sided dice in the middle of the ring, then slowly walks up the ramp as a visual shows up on the screen that has a still image of all 3 members of F.O.G. celebrating after a victory and the words "Fanboy Otaku Gamers - (December 2006 - June 2008)". Fade to commercial.
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Rated X
Tommy Wiseau
The following post has been RATED X
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Post by Rated X on Jun 15, 2008 23:11:49 GMT -5
"He lost his mind today...
He left it out back on the highway...
on 65!!"
"Dust 'N Bones" by Guns 'N Roses begins to fill the arena as Mike Corral steps out, bathed in blue and white light. Corral slaps hands with the fans before entering the ring and tossing the hood that covers most of his face off, posing for the fans.
Announcer: The following contest is scheduled for one-fall, and it is a no-DQ match! Introducing first, from San Diego, CA by way of Mt. Shasta, CA, weighing in at 229 lbs., representing Rated X, he is The Triple X Superstar..... MIKE...... COOOOOORRAL!!!!!
"Dust 'N Bones" fades before being replaced by "Fire It Up" by Black Label Society, a song not heard from in a while. Longtime fans of EWT immediantly remember the music as that of Chris Evans, but those hopes are dashed immediantly as an unknown man steps through, a s**t-eating grin on his face as he saunters down to the ring. He's dressed similar to Claudio Castagnoli back in the Swiss Money Man days, complete with three-peice suit in white. His pants are white, his vest is white, his boots and jacket are white, leaving only his dress shirt to be purple. The unknown man steps through the ropes before removing his jacket and unbutooning his vest, revealing black elbow pads and wristbands. The man deposits his items into the hands of a stage crew member before stretching using the ropes.
Announcer: And his opponent, from San Francisco, CA, weighing in at 213 lbs., SEAN GREEEEEEEN!!
Green smiles smugly at Corral, who offers no response.
-----Ding Ding Ding!-----
Both men walk to the center of the ring, eyeing each other, waiting for the other to strike. When neither man moves, Corral backs up before calling for a lock up. Green lifts a knee, but Corral slips out of the hold, catches the knee and takes out Green with a Dragon Screw.
Skippy: And ladies and gentlemen, here we are! I am your host Skippy Dip, and with me is my lovely female coorespondant, Samantha Aiello.
Aiello: Keep your eyes on the match and off my breasts Skip.
Skippy: No guarantees.
Corral locks on a figure-four, which Green manages to turn over and reverse, forcing Corral to release the hold. Green gets up and clotheslines a rising Corral before stomping a mudhole into his opponent as he scurries to the corner. Green lifts Corral up onto the ropes and then takes him out with a top-rope neckbreaker before covering Mike!
1 . .
2 . .
Kick out!
Green tries to set up for a powerbomb, but Corral is still too strong to fall prey, and he lifts himself up, tossing Green over his back. Corral then bounces off the nearest ropes and comes back with a massive elbow to Green's chest. He covers.
1 . .
Green kicks out.
Corral picks Green up, stalling for a moment to let Green stand straight, then smacks him headfirst to the floor with a DDT. Corral pumps his arms into the air as he rises the turnbuckle, trying to gather the crowd as he jumps for a huge moonsault! But GREEN ROLLS FROM THE RING!
Skippy: Green is using his head tonight.
Aiello: Yeah, and Corral wants to beat that head in.
Green lifts up the apron and pulls out a table.
Skippy: What the hell is he doing?
Aiello: It's a no-DQ match Skippy. Anything and everything is legal.
Green slips the table into the ring as the referee protests loudly from inside. Green sets it up in the ring, causing the audience to pop loudly. Green lifts Corral up and scoop slams him for good measure. Green then gets the set-up table and sets it up so that it's within throwing range of the nearest turnbuckle. He then grabs Corral and sets him up as Green gets on top of the turnbuckle, preparing Corral for a massive powerbomb!
Skippy: Oh no... not again!
Green lifts Corral up into the air, keeping Corral in a Powerbomb position before flipping Corral down in a piledriver! Corral's head bounces off the mat as Green looks out to the crowd who applauds the rookie. Sean pins Corral in the table wreckage.
1 . .
2 . . . CORRAL KICKS OUT!!!
Skippy: WHAT!?
Green can't believe it either. He kicks Corral in the ribs and then lifts him up for another Powerbomb-piledriver combo. But Corral crumples where he is, avoiding the maneuver as Green tries to set it up again. Instead, Corral gets up to size and pushes against Green, causing him to bounce of the ropes, away from Corral.
Aiello: Gaining some momentum there, if only a little...
Green turns back to Corral and goes to kick him in the side, but Corral catches his leg, sweeps him forth and then locks in a reverse cravat! The crowd cheers madly!!
Skippy: Oh no! It's been a while since we saw this!
Aiello: How long has it been?!
Corral pulls Green back down into a backbreaker, Green's back crunching against Corral's knee as the audience grimaces. Corral holds the cravat and then pulls his opponent back, driving Green's skull into the canvas before locking in a Koji Clutch to finish the maneuver, the HERECTIC'S DELIGHT COMBO!!!
Aiello: The Herectic's Delight!! HitmanMark's infamous submission finisher being performed here in EWT!
Skippy: And Green's having trouble hanging on!!
Indeed he is, as Green is desperately struggling to break free from the submission. Corral will have none of it, applying more pressure and cutting off oxygen to Green. Green is struggling...... and he taps!!
Aiello: He taps!! The match is over!!
-----Ding Ding Ding!-----
Announcer: Here is your winner, Mike Corral!!
Skippy: What abn amazing match by these two competitiors!!
Corral relinquishes the hold and immediantly gets to his feet, holding his neck in pain. Corral climbs the ropes and poses for the fans before hopping off. Meanwhile, Green has made it to his feet, massaging his neck in pain. Corral looks Green in the eye before outstretching his hand in a sign of respect.
Skippy: A sing of respect from the EWT verteran?
Aiello: Hey, the kid's earned it Skip.
Green looks a little hesitant, but Corral simply mouths "Code of Honor" to Green. Green accepts the handshake as Corral raises his hand, the image remaining before we fade to a commecial.
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Post by liontamer12 on Jun 16, 2008 2:48:43 GMT -5
We see a hallway laden with white brick. Fluorescent lights fill the ceiling. John "The Lion" Valentine is making his way through when we see Andy "The Eagle" Davidson sneaking up behind him with a snooker cue ready to strike. Valentine turns around and without missing a beat, Davidson hides the snooker behind his back and slaps on a silly smile.
JLV: Hey, I've been meaning to talk to you man. I think we should maybe go our separate ways. I mean, you're in pretty hot pursuit of the EWT title and I've got my own crap to take care of. I just think it'd be for the best.
Davidson gives the 'ol Scooby Doo "Huh?" with his facial expression.
AED: Yeah, sure...no problem mate...heh.
JLV: Good. I knew you'd understand. Good luck by the way.
AED: Yeah, thanks...
Valentine walks out of frame leaving Davidson a little baffled. Cut.
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D'Zee
Mike the Goon
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Post by D'Zee on Jun 16, 2008 12:09:05 GMT -5
As the commercial break ends we return to ringside to find the announcer preparing himself.
ANNOUNCER: Ladies and gentlemen the following match is for one fall and is for the GND Championship!
The crowd cheers on hearing this
ANNOUNCER: Introducing first the challenger … She is the former GND Champion … she is Synthy Eris!!
’Ghostflowers by Otep’ crashes out of the speakers as the former champion appears, slightly bruised by D’Zee’s punch prior to the Crap-A-Mania match. The crowd cheers with approval. She is dressed in her own style but ready to wrestle. She heads to the ring.
ANNOUNCER: and her opponent … hailing from New York. She is the GND Champion D’Zee!
Out from the stage walks D’Zee as ‘Ghetto bird’ by Ice Cube plays. Wearing a boxers robe (or something that Ric Flair possibly just left in the wardrobe) she throws out a couple of shadow punches before heading to the ring ignoring the fans. She enters and holds up the title which gets a series of boos before turning to face her opponent.
The Bell Rings
*The two women get in each others face. Synthy not happy about being blindsided at Crap-A-Mania, D’Zee the confident veteran talking smack right back in her face. Words are exchanged tempers flare and we are off as Synthy slaps D’Zee across the face and then barrels into her taking both straight to the corner. Synthy lashes out with a couple of chops much to the crowds delight as she then takes a hold of D’Zee and brings her out for a bulldog but D’Zee merely shoves her away letting her land on her ass. Synthy gets up and the two tie up, D’Zee gains the leverage and tries to twist Synthy over and down into an armbar but Synthy is flexible and reverses the attempt throws D’Zee over like a judo master sending her to the mat. D’Zee gets back up quickly as the pair tie up again. D’Zee again takes control this time with a more straightforward knee to the midriff before heaving back and slamming Synthy down with a snap suplex. D’Zee covers …
1,2 …
Synthy kicks out, as D’Zee applies a headlock. They rise up with Synthy trying to break out only for D’Zee to hurl her towards the ropes. Synthy comes back and leaps over D’Zee who dropped to the mat. D’Zee gets up and looks for a back toss, but Synthy had it scouted and plants D’Zee with a DDT, cover.
1,2 …
D’Zee kicks out and is back up and they grapple to the corner. The referee tries to break it up which gives D’Zee the opportunity for a cheap shot. D’Zee grabs Synthy and brings her up the cornerpost in a head lock, possibly looking for a spinning DDT of the top rope. Synthy remains a fighter though and battles back and gains the momentum before bringing both women down with a top rope Superplex!! D’ Zee rolls to the outside to regain her composure as she holds her back in pain. The referee starts a count as the crowd cheer for Synthy.
D’Zee re—enters the ring and is greeted by a forearm or two by Synthy. Synthy then tries to hit a suplex but D’Zee stops that with two body blows to the side. Synthy let’s go and gets her face raked by D’Zee. The referee admonishes D’Zee, but she doesn’t care as she slaps on a sleeper hold in the middle of the ring. Synthy fights it but only ends up being backdropped instead. D’Zee is up first and stalks her opponent who is getting up slowly. Synthy turns to face D’Zee unaware she has been waiting and is quickly hooked into a modified Rock Bottom type manouever. Synthy elbows D’Zee off who falls back into the corner. Synthy rushes D’Zee and slams into her with a clothesline, D’Zee staggers out and into a Synthy style powerslam.
1,2 …
D’Zee kicks out only to find her leg caught in a lock by Synthy. After what to D’Zee may seem an eternity she kicks Synthy away and struggles to get to her feet using the ropes. Synthy only interested in getting her championship back comes back at D’Zee looking for Synful Intentions
BAM!
D’Zee from what looked like nothing smashed Synthy square in the face with a powerful right hook! Synthy is down and out as D’Zee casually covers.
1,2,3.
Bell rings
ANNOUNCER: Your winner and still GND Champion … D’ZEE
As the crowd boos D’Zee holds her title up high before leaving the ring. Her training away as a boxer has left her with a near lethal knockout punch which the rest of the GND division should be very worried about indeed.
(Fade out)
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Post by 100010101010101000000111 on Jun 16, 2008 17:02:36 GMT -5
AsherHolding the muzzle of the pistol against his chin)To Hell with it. Before Asher can pull the trigger, a gloved hand reaches out toward the gun. The camera pans toward this gloved figure, and it shows a man, a little older than Asher, wearing a suit and leather gloves. He has black and white make-up on, almost like "The Crow". He has an emotionless expression, but the make-up is painted to give him a twisted, macabre grin.Asher: What the f- Figure:I'll gladly take you up on that offer. A high-pitched, almost mechanical shriek is heard, and the picture changes to a negative effect. A black luxury car with extremely tinted windows pulls into the alley. A man in all black and no face gets out of the driver's seat, walks around the front of the car, and opens the back door on the passenger's side. Figure: Get in. Asher: Wait, who are you? Figure: I'll explain along the way. Come on. We've got a long journey ahead of us. Both men get in the car. The faceless driver shuts the door, and returns to the driver's seat. The car quickly speeds out of the alley, and turns a corner. We are now taken to the back seat of the car, where Asher and the figure are.Asher: Now, who are you? Figure: I go by many things. Some call be Virgil, but you may call me V. Asher: So....V, just where are we going? V: Asher, you have been chosen. Not by mean, but by someone...of a higher authority. When I came to you, you were on the verge of ending your life. In the middle of your journey that is your life, you found yourself in a dark wood where the straight way was lost. I plan on guiding you back the the straight life. Asher: The...straight life? I can assure that I am- V: I do not mean straight in that way. I was not expecting a man like you to be making jokes. I will guide you back to the righteous path. But in order to do this, we must embark on a perilous journey. One that will disgust, frighten, and hopefully educate and persuade you. Asher: Where's that? V: Hell.( The car stops), and it appears that we are almost at the beginning of our journey. Lets go. The camera reveals that they are in front of a enormous, crumbing, Gothic church. The faceless driver leads them through courtyards, and into the back of the church. Once inside, the driver leads them down eroded stairs and through musty halls and corridors. They finally stop in front of a stone door. Above the door, the following is engraved:All hope abandon, ye who enter in V: Here lies the gateway to hell. Here is where all distrust must be left behind, and all cowardice shall end. Asher: Whoa...I think you two can find another guy. There are plenty of others out there. I'm not sure if I am right for this. V: Now come. ( Asher tries to back away, but backs into the chest of the faceless driver, who towers over him. Asher quickly jumps away from the driver.) Well, if you aren't going to go willingly, I guess I'll have to take you by force. V snaps his fingers, and the faceless driver drops a punishing fist right onto the top of Asher's head. V catches Asher's limp body as it falls. The driver then pushes the stone door open. V carries Asher into the dark doorway. As they do, the screen changes to the negative effect, and the high-pitched mechanical shrieking is heard.
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Post by The Line on Jun 16, 2008 19:01:58 GMT -5
Tony Chimel: The following match is scheduled for one fall and has a fifteen minute time limit. Introducing first….
*Gold tinted images of Las Vegas casino's and the famous Strip begin to air over the Toomi Tron as "Ain't That A Kick In The Head" by Westlife picks up in the arena. Sammy Stardust makes his way to the ring, dressed in a pair of black shorts that go down just past his knees with golden dollar signs running along them. Stardust's eyes focus on the ring, but he still manages to high fives a few fans on his way to the ring.
Tony Chimel: Introducing first, weighing in at 177 pounds, from Las Vegas, Nevada... SAMMYYYYY STAAARDUUUST!
The Tazz: The One Armed Bandit looks focused and he's gonna need it for his opponent.
Mike Adamle: Well, with Sammy Stardust it isn't about disability, it's all about ability!
*“Miss Murder” by AFI plays over the PA system, as Andy Duke makes his way to the ring. He looks very focused, and does not pander to the crowd at all.
Tony Chimel: And his opponent, weighing in at 215 pounds, from Chewelah, Washington, he is….ANDYYYYY DUUUUUUUUKE!
Adamle: Some new music for The Duke!
Tazz: Not for nuttin, that's a catchy tune, Mike. I might have to pick that CD up and blast it through the Red Hook!
*The referee explains the rules to both men, and they shake hands. The ref signals for the bell, and this match is underway.
Adamle: These two men look ready to do their thing in the ring!
Tazz: That's what it's all about, Adamle. Stardust attempting to make a name for himself and Duke trying to re-establish and cement his spot.
*Stardust quickly goes for a clothesline, but Duke ducks it. Duke locks in a waist lock from behind, but Stardust catches him with an elbow, causing him to break the lock. Sammy hit’s the clothesline that he tried earlier. When Duke gets up, Stardust lightly taunts him. This does nothing but anger Duke, and he quickly gets up and slaps Stardust in the face. The crowd “OOHHHHHHs” and Stardust is now upset, as well.
Tazz: What a slap!
Adamle: That doesn't seem like a smart move, The Tazz, won't it just anger Stardust?
Tazz: Exactly and that can throw Sammy off his gameplan.
Adamle: Ah, I get the picture. Too much fire and you might get burned.
*Stardust goes for a middle kick, but Duke catches it, and takes him down with a judo takedown. But Duke is not able to capitalize, as Stardust brings him down with a drop toe hold. Both men do not stay down on the mat for long, however, as they each kip-up, and meet face to face!
Adamle: And we have ourselves a Mexican standoff!
Tazz: I guess these guys didn't get the memo that we're back in the States!
*Duke goes for a quick lariat, but he is caught in a variation of an arm-bar! Sammy is having to put his whole body into it, due to his….disabilities. Duke is writhing in pain, he inches towards the ropes, and he reaches towards them…and is able to grab them! The referee forces a rope break. Sammy backs off, as Andy gets back to his feet, rotating his shoulder, trying to shake off the pain.
Adamle: Stardust seems to be back on a strategy of sorts.
Tazz: Pick a part and pull, you can't argue with that, The Adamle. The Andersons, The Briscoes, The Funks and a whole lot of others have made careers doing just that.
*Sammy charges towards Duke, but Duke ducks, and that causes Stardust to fly out of the ring to the floor, right in front of the announce table. Duke signals to the crowd that he is going for a dive! The crowd cheers! Duke runs to the ropes….PLANCHA! But Sammy Stardust moves out of the way, and Duke crashes hard on the floor!
Tazz: Crash and burn!
Adamle: A little too close for comfort from my perspective and I guarantee that wasn't comfortable for Duke!
*Stardust climbs up onto the barricade, and waits for Duke to get to his feet. He does, and Stardust goes for a Hurricanrana, but Duke catches him in the powerbomb position, and tosses him into the ring-post headfirst! Stardust is out! The referee begins a count.
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*Duke props Stardust up against the post. He signals that he is looking for a lariat.
Tazz: Stardust is in trouble!
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*Duke runs towards Stardust, but Stardust has the presence to duck, and Duke makes hard contact with the post, possibly dislocating his shoulder! Both men are down on the floor!
Adamle: HAVE MERCY!
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*Both men begin to stir.
Adamle: Who will be the first to capitalize?
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*Both men shakingly get to their feet
Tazz: It's a dead heat from my vantage point.
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*Stardust rolls into the ring
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*Duke dives into the ring, just beating the 10-count, and defeat. However, when he dives in, he is met with a series of boots from Stardust. Duke wraps himself up in the ropes, and the referee forces Stardust to back-off. Duke gets up to his feet.
Tazz: Smart strategy from both men! You know, Mike, there are some fans and even wrestlers that don't like to use the ropes unless absolutely necessary, but any veteran or champion will tell you you've got to use everything in the ring to your advantage.
*The two men go for a tie up, and Stardust kicks Duke in the knee, bringing him down to one knee. Stardust goes for a shining wizard, but Duke is again able to catch him in the powerbomb position, but Stardust counters Duke’s counter with a headscissor takedown, spiking Duke down on the top of his head!*
Adamle: It looks like Duke could use a Tylenol for that headache!
Tazz: Are they sponsoring the show? No? Bayer's? Adamle, I think he could use a Bayer's!
Adamle: We got a pin!
*Stardust goes for the cover
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*Duke kicks out, and the crowd reacts mixed. We are getting dueling chants for both men.
Tazz: Nearfall for Stardust.
Adamle: The fans seem confused over who to cheer for, The Tazz!
Tazz: Nah, Mike, they all seem to have decided individually and they're hot for action and that's all that matters!
*When Duke gets to his feet, Stardust goes for his signature shoving dropkick, but Duke sees it coming, and his able to jump back, causing Stardust to land on his back. Duke grabs Sammy’s feet, and turns him over for a Boston Crab!
Adamle: Double S is starting to look like Double A!
Tazz: Arn Anderson?
Adamle: No, Auntie Anne's!
*After about a minute in the hold, Stardust is able to get to the ropes, but the damage may have already been done. Duke waits for Stardust to stand up, and he hits with a super kick! He climbs the top rope, and hit’s a 450 splash!
Adamle: Wow what a dive! Talk about rotation!
Tazz: It looks like it's all over but the bell!
*Duke goes for the cover. The ref begins his count!
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*Stardust kicks out at the last minute! He kips-up, and hit’s a stiff kick right to the back of Andy’s head! Andy goes down in a heap, and Stardust falls on him. The ref goes for a pin count.
Adamle: Talk about a comeback kid!
Tazz: Impressive athletics, Mike, EWT has the best wrestlers in the world, bar none.
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*Duke is able to kick out last minute, but both men stay down. The ref begins a double-down count.
Adamle: It's gut check time!
Tazz: No doubt about it, Mike!
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*Stardust begins to stir. The ring announcer announces that there is just 2 minutes left in the match!
Tazz: Stardust showing signs.
Adamle: Yeah, but I think Duke is still seeing stars!
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*Stardust gets to his feet, as Duke gets to one knee. Duke uses the ropes to get to his feet, and also to prevent any attacks from Stardust. He takes his time. Just one minute left in the match, according to Tony Chimel. Duke slowly turns around, and quickly goes for a Lariat! But Stardust is able to Duck! Just 30 seconds left in the match! Stardust hit’s a straight jab to the face, and goes for a cross-jab, but Duke blocks it, and spins Stardust around. Ten seconds left in the match On the return spin, Stardust hit’s the CCK! Duke goes down! Stardust goes for the cover! The ref dives down, and begins his count!
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*The bell rings, and then the referee counts three. Sammy Stardust begins to celebrate, but the referee does not raise his hand. He looks confused, and Tony Chimel gets on the microphone
Adamle: Stardust with the duke over The Duke!
Tazz: Just hold on, The Mike, hold on.
Tony Chimel: This match has exceeded its 15 minute time limit. Time expired before Sammy Stardust could get the pinfall. Therefore, this match is a draw!
Adamle: Wow! What a bombshell!
Tazz: Time was not on Stardust's side tonight.
*The crowd boo’s at first, but then begins to chant “5 more minutes!” Both men rise, and look around. Duke looks pissed, and Sammy Stardust signals for the microphone.
Stardust: You hear them, man. What do you say... five more minutes?
Adamle: Yeah!
*Sammy hands the microphone to Duke.
Duke: (looking at one section) Do you want it?
*That section cheers.
Duke: (Looking at another section) What about you?
*That section also cheers.
Duke: (looking at a guy in the front row) I know you want it! Well, with that in mind, I am going to have to….decline! I am using my clout as an EWT veteran to agree with the referee’s decision. Don’t take it personally. I’d say the same if anyone else was in your shoes. So please, get out of the ring, walk back up that ramp, and do whatever it is you do backstage. I have something to get off my chest!
*Sammy Stardust eyes up Duke for a second and looks ready to speak but then exits the ring. Stardust heads to the back as Duke remains in the ring, the crowd giving him a very mixed reaction.
Duke: Now, for I think just about all of you, this is the first time you’ve seen me since Crap-A-Mania over a week ago. So, let me explain to you what happened since then. Crap-A-Mania was one of the greatest matches in my life. Even in defeat, I felt like a champion. And I was not the only one who felt that way. Once I got into the back, and once I came fully to, every person I saw patted me on the back, hugged me, congratulated me, or did an assortment of those three. My best friends, and guys I had never even talked to. After I got medically cleared to leave the arena, I met up with a young lady from my past. She is a former member of this roster. I don’t feel I need to mention her name. Everyone who knows me knows who I speak of. And for everyone who doesn’t know me, mentioning her name wouldn’t do any good. Anyway. We spent the night together. She sung my praises and while the night didn’t end…exactly how I would have liked, I went to bed happy. On top of the world.
*He pauses.
Duke: ….And then I woke up. It all started when I woke up and I was alone. A note left on the pillow next to mine. It was a nice note, but still no substitute for a living, breathing angel. But I didn’t let it get me down. I went into the lobby, where I expected a reaction from the boys that I had gotten the night before. But no. Gone were the hugs and praises. I was met with the worst reaction of all; Silence. I grabbed a bite to eat, and was quickly summoned by our owner, Toom E. Dangerously. I was told that apparently, my match that the boys had loved so much was not loved so much by others outside the company. In fact, it was the worst received Crap-a-Mania main event in history. I was told that my services would not be needed that week, and possibly never again, as my contract was up for renewal in July. To say that I was crushed would be the understatement of the century.
*A few fans chant “BORING”
Duke: Seems to be a common theme around here when it comes to me. Well, back to business…I spent the rest of the week in Mexico. On Thursday, I believe, I finally went and watched a re-broadcast of my match. And I came to a conclusion.
*Duke pauses again, and looks like he is contemplating something. His expression then changes to one of severe anger.
Duke: And that was that EWT fans wouldn’t know good wrestling if it bit them in the ass! My Crap-a-Mania match was the best pound-for-pound match this company has seen in years. All steak, no sizzle! Yet, I get no respect! This isn’t the first instance where this has happened. Its merely the straw that broke the camel’s back. EWT is weighing my options when it comes to my contract, and frankly, so am I! EWT is a great company, but it is plagued with the worst fans. If things don’t change, don’t expect to be seeing me around here for long. (He looks directly into the camera, and points into it) You broke my heart!
*He throws the microphone down. The fans are now booing loudly. Andy exits the ring, and leaves through the crowd. A fan throws his drink on Andy. He just stares at the fan, and continues walking. No music plays.*
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Post by blackwizardcoby on Jun 16, 2008 20:22:41 GMT -5
Where's The Party At? by Tonite Only booms through the arena's loudspeakers. The next match is coming up, a match that will see EWT legend Spaz face newcomer Poe Moe Foe. Kris Kloss and Bret Ernst are your hosts for the evening, running down Spaz's lengthy lists of accomplishments (he's a 2-time Ox Division Champion, as well as a former EWT World Champion).
"Ladies and gentleman, the following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, weighing in at 208 lbs...from Sydney, Australia...Spaz!"
Spaz makes his way towards the ring, greeted by a loud, generous pop from the crowd.
"Spaz has the momentum going into this match," Kris Kloss states. "He's coming off a victory over Trik Turner at Crap-A-Mania Cinco, whereas his opponent is coming off a DQ loss."
"I don't know about that, Kris," Bret Ernst replies with a hint of skepticism in his voice.
Kris tries to get Bret to elaborate but he's interrupted by some carnage unfolding in the aisle! As Spaz was making his entrance, he was hit by two soda beverages. Poe Moe Foe, who is decked out in a trenchcoat and a black fedora, climbs over the railing and begins brawling with Spaz. Security in the crowd have to manhandle several fans from throwing their own food and drinks at the villianous Foe.
"What a b**** move!" shouts Kris.
"What a sneak attack!" Bret chuckles.
Kloss and Ernst bicker among themselves about the legality of Foe's tactics as Foe and Spaz exchange fists. Foe gets the upper hand, thanks to his brawling experience and the numerous cheap shots. The bell hasn't rung yet and Foe is using this time to get in every shot he can.
The two eventually find their way into the ring, Poe Moe Foe still hammering away on his opponent with stiff shots. None can keep him down for long, although a nasty bruise begins to form over his right eye. Spaz finally gains the upper hand when Foe whips him into the corner. Foe goes for a brutal clothesline but Spaz manages to get his boot up in Foe's face.
Spaz maneuvers around Foe and plants him hard with a German suplex. A pinfall attempt only gets a two count. Foe is a little dazed from Spaz's counterattack. Dazed enough that Spaz manages to drive an elbow into Foe's throat before he's on his feet again. Spaz goes for a DDT but Foe manages to reverse it into a northern lights suplex. Neither wrestler stays on the mat for long. The two watch each other like hawks, waiting for the other to make a move.
Foe moves first but Spaz manages to lock him in a hammerlock. Foe quickly frees himself and flips Spaz over with a snapmare. The two exchange holds, with Spaz soon getting the upper hand. Spaz mixes up his submission tactics with his classic variety of suplexes, as he works over Foe's cranium.
Having softened his opponent up enough, Spaz attempts his finisher: This Is Spinal Snap. Foe manages to wiggle out, however. Spaz turns around...and gets slugged. Foe just nailed Spaz with a tire iron! Spaz goes down instantly as Foe gives his opponent some more stiff shots before walking off.
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Post by xombiehiphop on Jun 17, 2008 10:35:43 GMT -5
Chapter 4: Pushing Stones Away
The scene opens in the backstage area where we find Ghost Face sitting upon a series of crates, clutching his ever present briefcase with a single hand. He stares into it, as he has been known to do since obtaining it, with the slight trace of a smirk. The camera pans to where he find Michael Cole, microphone in hand
Cole: "Ghost Face, as someone who is familiar with death, do you have any thought on the tragic demise of the Fanboy Otaku Gamers?"
Ghost Face looks entirely disgusted as he peels his sight from his prize and towards the interviewer
Ghost Face: "..Are you serious? Your wasting my interview time with questions like that?"
Curling his lips inwards, he spits directly in front of Michael Cole's feet
Ghost Face: "Who gives a *BLEEP*? Do you know what? Maybe if they had been doing something more important with their lives instead of attending Anime Conventions they wouldn't be dead right now. A bunch of nobodies who never accomplished anything die and I'm supposed to care? You'll have to forgive me if I don't join in with the lachrymose crowd.."
Sliding off the crate, he rises, glaring down at Michael Cole
Ghost Face: "Their lives were wasted. And therefore, they died. Do you want to know why Koda Kazar is..so..so..sad? Because he thought that maybe if he prayed really hard..and kept up his spirits..his worthless little girlfriend might have finally took his virginity. And his friend? He called himself "Joe Bher". Do you really think he was going to accomplish anything..?"
Ghost Face slowly stalks his way towards Cole like a killer in a slasher flick, Cole back peddles while the fiend takes slow, deliberate steps.
Ghost Face: "That's right. Don't answer. Let your heart become tremulous. To Koda's little friends? I say..welcome to the food chain. ..Now..why don't you ask about someone who's important? Someone like me. Someone who's been undefeated since returning to the EWT.."
Cole: "C-Can you tell us which title your going to go after? S-Since you can instantly become the number one contender for whichever one you choose.."
Ghost Face: "..I'm waiting..and when he reaches his darkest hour..fetal and weeping..when his claque abandons him..then..I will pick his carcass clean.."
Ghost Face momentarily glances into the camera, as if addressing his target directly before the scene fades out..
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Post by bollywood on Jun 17, 2008 15:15:34 GMT -5
EWT ARENA – LOCKER ROOM AREA (Resident Diva Search Reject and Playboy Cover Girl, Tiffany, is seen expressing concern to close friends, Mahavir Abha & his girlfriend, the lovely and lusty Jasmyne) Tiffany: “…I mean, like, I’ve tried everything and he’s upset about this thing. I’ve never seen him like this before. Mahavir, maybe you can talk to him?” (For once, Mahavir is seen frowning as he takes off his designer sunglasses and runs his hand through his black hair, troubled over the current situation) Mahavir: “I-I tried, Tiffany, but… (sighs) but he wants nothing to do with Mahavir or Jasmyne. Still upset about me not grabbing the case at Crap-a-Mania Cinco. So upset he miss sexy after party. Fun time for Mahavir and Jasmyne, it was, yes? Yes. Ha-ha… wait, no ha-ha! No time for funny laughter! This matter of serious.” (In another rare moment, Tiffany displays a side less bubbly and ditzy when she snaps at Mahavir) Tiffany: “W-Why didn’t you grab that case, anyway!? Liam wouldn’t be like this if you did!” Mahavir: “I know that. But if I did grab the case and secure the tape of video, then Liam…” (Before Mahavir can continue, Jasmyne grabs his attention by poking him rapidly in the shoulder. Mahavir whips his gaze into his beloved’s direction and looks at her questionably) Mahavir: “What is it, Jasmyne? Liam’s girlfriend and Mahavir are talking about Liam and Liam’s problem and how we are going to fix Liam’s…” (Jasmyne gestures Mahavir to look over his shoulder. Mahavir looks over and finds individual they were speaking about, Liam O’Neill. With his hunched posture and dismal expression, Liam stares blankly at Mahavir. His friends look back at him with pity and concern before Mahavir tries to establish some communication between the two) Mahavir: “H-Hey, buddy. How’s… that baseball team? Still… basing balls and whatever they do in that sport?” (Liam maintains his crestfallen glare at the man he once considered his friend before lowering his head and begins to walk away from the trio. Unable to see his protégé in such a state, Mahavir grabs him by the wrist, halting the Irishman’s departure) Mahavir: “Liam, wait. Please wait. I know what I did at Crap-a-Mania and I know how hard you are taking this. I’m am so sorry about it, my friend. It—it tore me up to do such a thing. But you have to understand, that if I had grabbed that tape, it would…” (Mahavir halts his explanation as he begins to sniff the air with a scowl) Mahavir: “W-What is that foul smell?” ?: “It’s called Trail’s End.” (The four look towards the direction of the voice to find the Midget King himself, Curly Long, approach the four. As Curly closes in, the source of the smell becomes obvious as Mahavir and company grimace at the odor) Mahavir: “It smells like deer urine.” Curly: “Well, it’s either that or the worst cologne ever. Nevermind that, I’ve been looking for you guys.” Mahavir: “What does pervy dwarf want with Mahavir, Liam, and our sexy ladies? We’re speaking on matter that concerns not you or anyone else.” Curly: “Ah, but that’s where you’re wrong, Bolly-boy. You see, I just met up with Coach O’Hare of Team Ireland in regards to that little tape he won from you. Speaking of which…” (With a grin, Curly looks up at Liam) Curly: “Tell me, O’Neill; what’s on the tape? You got a little freaky down in the Emerald Isles? Did it involve any barn animals? Because I know a guy who would pay top dollar for that kind of…” Mahavir: “Leave him alone! You have no right to see that tape!” Curly: “Oooh, 0 for 2, Abha. You see, that videotape is the talk of the town. Everyone is wondering what is on that tape. So the coach and I came to an agreement that we should view this footage on a more… grand stage… to a wider audience. Therefore, this week on a special edition of Curly Long Coliseum, we will reveal the contents of that tape… to the entire world.” (While Tiffany, Mahavir, and Jasmyne act in shock over the announcement, Liam looks to be on the verge of tears as he covers his face with his hands; all the while Curly flashes a sick grin at the group) Curly: “Get your popcorn ready. It’s gonna be a treat.” (With a sick chuckle, Curly waddles away. Liam soon follows his lead and departs in his state of severe gloom, leaving his concerned and helpless friends watching him leave)
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Post by blackwizardcoby on Jun 17, 2008 21:42:41 GMT -5
A video plays...Poe Moe Foe, with both hands on a rifle, is aiming at a target in the distance. He talks to himself as he steadies his aim...
"I'm not a man of words, Hardcore Hensley, so listen up. Did you know that getting shot in real life gives you about a minute of normal activity before you finally fall unconscious? In a sense, I've branded you, Hardcore Hensley, with my attacks. Every wound I've inflicted on you is like another gunshot. You're still in that minute or so normal activity before you finally fall. Sure, you can take that time to inflict a fatal wound on me, but at what cost? You're already bleeding, wounded. Every action you take now inflicts even more pain and suffering and wear and tear on your battered body. More damage the doctors will have to repair. In fact, it might even be for your benefit that you stay down after our next meeting. At least, that way, you'll have a better chance of living."
He fires a single shot from the rifle before standing up.
"Hardcore Hensley, the next time we meet, it'll be a hardcore match, regardless of what EWT management says. I don't care if they want to put us in a by-the-rules wrestling match. I'm going to bring whatever I can to make sure I put you down like the dog you are. In fact, it might be for your own good to stay down. You know what I'm capable of and what I'm going to do the next time we're in the ring. The next time we're in the ring, you better be sure to put me down for good...because I sure as hell will do the same to you...if you don't fall over from the trauma first."
He leaves as the camera zooms in on the target he was aiming it; a perfect bullseye.
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Post by teamireland on Jun 18, 2008 5:54:41 GMT -5
BACKSTAGE- TEAM IRELAND LOCKER-ROOM*O'Hare has assembled the troops. Shane, Aidan & Sean stand before him. All looking very serious. Sean is still holding the briefcase he retrieved at Crap-A-Mania Cinco.* O'Hare: This is it, lads. This is what we've been struggling to do for nearly ages! It happens tonight. Shane, you're coming out there with me; Aidan, Sean, you take that tape out to the production staff. Don't worry yourselves about yer match with Groundskeeper Willie & Rab C. Nesbitt tonight, lads. The important thing is we have that tape & now, thanks to Curly Long, we have a showcase for our greivances. *O'Hare extends a hand out.* O'Hare: For Ireland on 3... 1, 2, 3... *They all put their hands in.* All bar Shane: FOR IRELAND! *They break.* O'Hare: Alright, let's do this. *All four men exit the locker-room, the camera zooms in closely on a Tricolour hanging on the wall.* *A video package plays detailing the history between Team Ireland, Liam O'Neill & Mahavir Abha.* *We return to ringside and find the ring set up with pillars of marble, fine women holding an assortment of wine and grapes along with a swanky looking table and chair combo. The crowd knows what is about to happen when ‘Moving on Up’ hits the speaker system. The crowd boos as out from the back walks the shortest pimp alive … Curly Long.* *The crowd boos and jeers as he heads to the ring, grabs a goblet of wine and a microphone from the toga wearing beauties.* Curly Long: Welcome to Curly Long is EWT!! *A loud booing can be heard, Curly has a swig of wine* Curly Long: Hey this wine is first rate, unlike you lot, the ill-educated children of a village idiot and a herd of sheep. Where are we anyway? *One of the fine toga wearing ladies stoops down to whisper something in Curly’s ear* Curly Long: Oh how standards are slipping in EWT, once upon a time the Colossal Coliseum visited cities that made you feel at home, were rich with bright lights and entertainment and had a first rate escort services. The credit crunch must really be hurting if we ended up in this dump where the people sleep in the streets, the light went out a long time ago and the only escort service is some harridan of the night who has her false teeth out on loan. *More boos, and a Curly Sucks chant* Curly Long: Hey it’s not all bad, at least she gives good hea …. Voice: Stop! Stop Stop!! *The crowd who were chanting "VLB" at Curly, look to see who said that and find Toom E on the Toomi-Tron* TOOM E: Anymore of that and I’ll have you out the door. This is not one of your lewd dvd only moments! Now get on with it!! *The Toomi-Tron goes blank as Curly can be seen visibly cursing under his breath* Curly Long: Fine … Tonight on the show I am proud to bring to you a team who have a long and dedicated history in the EWT. They hail from the Emerald Isle or to you ignorant fans Ireland. They are the team that have recently been desperate to get a hold of a video tape of incredible importance. I would just like to add that if this is a celebrity sex tape then I would like a copy. I give you of course Team Ireland!! *Dropkick Murphys' "I'm Shipping Up To Boston" starts playing & the crowd begin booing. At the upbeat of the song Coach O'Hare makes his way out waving his Hurley proudly he is accompanied shortly after by Shane Malone. "The Celtic Giant" strides out & stands on the stage. He raises his arms over his head & lets out a roar as the Green, White & Gold pyro explodes behind him. A shot on the Toomitron shows that Aidan & Sean are in the EWT production truck. Sean still has the briefcase containing the videotape he obtained in the Ladder Match in his hands.* Curly Long: Coach O’Hare and Mr. Malone it’s a pleasure to have you here on the Coliseum. You know over the years I have had a wide variety of guests and I can safely say that this time I have an admiration for a group who like myself always see the benefits of underhanded opportunities. *O'Hare shakes Curly's hand while Shane stands stoically behind the Coach.* O'Hare: Thank you, Mr. Long. You know, your's is the only show we'll do. But enough formalities, we're here tonight for one simple reason: The Secret of Liam O'Neill! For months we had sought a way to obtain that tape of his & his own partner, his good buddy, Malafafa Akara, practically handed it to us at Crap-A-Mania Cinco! Liam this really is for your own good, y'know! You forced our hand on this one, mate! Now get your arse out here! *"Hats Made of Veal & That New Car Scent" by Abominable Iron Sloth starts playing over the EWT speakers. The song plays on & on as Liam doesn't make an appearance. O'Hare yells again for Liam to come out. It takes a while but eventually he's dragged out by Tiffany, Jasmyne & Mahavir. The foursome make their way down to the ring, Liam not so much resisting as just acting like dead weight. Once in the ring, Mahavir, Jasmyne & Tiffany all place a hand on Liam's shoulder, partially for support & partially to make sure he doesn't scarper.* O'Hare: Let's just get right to the point shall we? Liam it's this simple: Join us or your secret is exposed! *Liam says nothing he looks at the ground. O'Hare repeats himself.* O'Hare: Liam. Either you join us again, or your secret will be revealed! *Mahavir steps forward & takes the microphone from O'Hare.* Mahavir: Listen to me, Cassidy Butch Mustache Coach. You’ve taken things too far blackmailing Liam. You… *Before he can continue his rant, Liam butts in.* Liam: (to Mahavir) SHUT UP!!! JUST… SHUT UP!!! *Mahavir looks at Liam in shock at the sudden outburst. Liam stares daggers at Mahavir with bugged out eyes as Mahavir gulps uneasily.* Mahavir: L-Liam… Liam my friend… I am so… *His explanation is cut off with a stinging slap across the face from Liam that sends Mahavir reeling as his sunglasses fly off from the force of the shot. The audience let out a collected gasp at what they just witnessed, while Jasmyne and Tiffany stand in gapped shock and Curly and Coach O’Hare are gleefully delight at what has transpired* Liam: NO! NO! NO! You stop! You stop right now! Because of you! Everything that's gone wrong is because of YOU! This whole mess! My secret! It's all because of YOU! If you'd grabbed that tape this would be over! You let them get it! Now... it's over... It's all over... All because you let… *Mahavir whips around and looks back at Liam with a frustrated expression.* Mahavir: YES! YES! I let them take the tape! And I’m sorry about that! From the heart’s bottom, I am sorry, Liam. *Liam can be heard breathing heavily into the microphone, still fuming over the incident at CAM Cinco.* Liam: Then why… Why didn't you grab the tape… Why have you ruined my life? Mahavir: I did not ruin your life! You are your letting yourself believe that your life is ruined! You know why I did not grab that tape when I had the chance? It’s because you are afraid. You are afraid of what will happen when that tape plays but you don’t know for sure. All of your fears that… that torment you now are because of your fears of past. Your past, Liam. If you keep fearing your past, Liam… you will not grow. You will not become the Superstar you are meant to be. You will always be afraid of bullies like O’Hare and Team Ireland. I only realized that when I was at the top of that ladder. I wish I could’ve seen it sooner… but… Liam, you need to accept who you were. But, you don’t need to accept it alone. I’m here, Jasmyne is here, Tiffany, she’s here for you, too. *As his anger subsides, a still troubled Liam exchanges looks with Mahavir, before turning towards Jasmyne and Tiffany, who smile warmly in return; tears beginning to form in Tiffany’s eyes. Mahavir clamps his hand onto Liam’s shoulder.* Mahavir: We’re your friends, Liam. No matter what anyone says, we believe in you and will always stand by you. *At this point, Liam looks like he is about to break down in tears before Mahavir gives him a friendly hug. While Tiffany, Jasmyne and most of the crowd approve of the touching scene, Coach O’Hare and Curly look like they are about to vomit in disgust.* Curly: You know, for a segment that has half naked women galore, this has really become a sausage-fest. *Coach O’Hare motions to Malone to take care of things, to which the silent giant obliges by attacking Mahavir from behind with a clubbing forearm to the upper-back. Before Liam can do anything, Malone shoves him to the ground before he locks Mahavir into a full nelson. Mahavir tries to trash his way out of the hold, but Malone’s strength is unmatchable, leaving the Bollywood Big Shot helpless as O’Hare approaches Liam, who is overcome with everything is going on.* O’Hare: You honestly think you have friends, Liam? That’s blarney, lad. You were nothing without Team Ireland. So what’s it gonna be!? Either you join us or your secret is shown to the world! From here to the Emerald Isles, everyone will know! I want an answer and I want it NOW!!! *Liam has become a gibbering wreck in no condition to give an answer. He crawls away from O’Hare and backs himself into the nearby ring corner. Tiffany tries to comfort him as he holds his knees while rocking back and forward against the turnbuckles behind him. O’Hare shakes his head, sickened at the sight before him.* O’Hare: You know what? Since I took you under my wing years ago when you were just a young lad and brought you here to the so-called “Land of Opportunity”… I’m going to play the tape anyway. Boys! Cue up the footage and share it with the world!” *O'Hare grins triumphantly as he walks away from the horrified Liam as he screams! We cut back to the production truck. Sean opens the briefcase & Aidan removes the tape. He hands it to the producer who places it in the video machine. The screen goes black & we see footage of Liam from a number of years ago. He seems to be in a pub, presumably one in his hometown of Cork. He looks very badly dressed. He approaches a microphone in pub & a very familiar song starts playing. O'Hare watches this scene unfold with his mouth agape. Liam merely covers his face in embarrassment & begins crying. O'Hare is furious!* O'Hare: THIS?! THIS IS WHAT YOU WERE SO CONCERENED WITH HIDING?! YOU PERFORMING AS RICK BLOODY ASTLEY IN A KARAOKE CONTEST IS YOUR BIG SECRET?! Liam: [sobbing] It's true! God help me, it's true! I was so abysmal that I hoped nobody would ever find out! I... I can't take it any more! God, just turn it off! O'Hare: This... This... WE COULD HAVE BEEN OFF CHASING THE F***IN' EWT TAG-TEAM TITLES, BUT WE WANTED TO GET OUR HANDS ON A TAPE OF YOU IN A BAD WIG SINGING A CRAPPY POP SONG! I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU LEAD US TO BELIEVE THIS WAS SOMETHING BIG & DRAMATIC! AND YOU MALRAKA... YOU THOUGHT THIS WAS A BIG DEAL? THIS JUST PROVES WHAT A WORTHLESS PIECE OF CRAP LIAM IS! HE... *Liam dries his tears, cocks back & cleans O'Hare's clock with one solid punch! The fans cheer wildly. Shane goes after Liam. Curly Long at this point decides to slip out of the ring and head backstage. Mahavir takes Shane out by shoving him into one of the massive pillars that make up the set of the "Colossal Coliseum". The pillar falls over onto Shane. Liam picks O'Hare up & places him in "The Celtic Knot". After a while he releases O'Hare... He cups a hand to his ear on each side of the ring & hits the Leg Drop of DOOMtm! The crowd cheers like mad for Liam's act! Malone is able to recover long enough to pick himself up from underneath the pillar and drag himself and the unconscious O’Hare out of the ring just as Aidan and Sean are seen rushing down the aisle and towards the ring. The duo leap onto the ring apron and are about to enter until they catch sight of Liam and Mahavir staring them down while in their fighting stance. Seeing how fired up the pair are, Aidan & Sean withdraw and join up with Shane, who’s busy supporting the unconscious O’Hare as they make their way up the ramp. Mahavir and Liam shake hands and hug to the crowd’s approval, glad to see that there is no longer friction in their friendship. "Living in America" blares over the speakers as Liam & Mahavir celebrate with Tiffany and Jasmyne, while the members of Team Ireland and a dazed Pat O’Hare glare at the jubilant foursome from the entrance stage.*
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