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Post by Rated X on Jun 18, 2008 16:29:03 GMT -5
"Just how deep do you believe? Will you bite The Hand That Feeds?" "The Hand That Feeds" by Nine Inch Nails begins to play, hailing the return on Chad Michaels. Longtime EWT fans start cheering as Michaels steps through the curtain, a bit nervous, but excited to be back. Michaels walks down to the ring, occasionally high-fiving the outstretched hands of fans before sliding into the ring. Michaels hops onto the second rope, posing for the fans. Announcer: The following contest is schedule dofr one-fall! Introducing first, now residing in Mt. Shasta, CA, weighing in at 246 lbs., he is "UNSTOPPABLE"....... CHAD! MICHAELLLLLS!! Michaels throws the towel over his head at the mention of "Unstoppable" and hops off of the ropes. "The Hand That Feeds" fades out before being replaced by "Riot" by Three Days Grace as a rather buff man walks out. He's wearing simple short tights covered by Mountie pants, black boots, and wrist tape. The man walks down to the ring, avoiding the fans before sliding into the ring. The man then simply stands in the corner as the ref inspects him for any concealed weapons. Announcer: And his opponent, from Trenton, New Jersey, weighing in at 235 lbs., "The Incredible" Nick Coromoto!! -----Ding Ding Ding!----- Chad wastes no time and suprises Coromoto with a Shining Wizard, leaping off of the ref's back to deliver the knee right to his face. Chad grabs Comoroto and lands a Belly to Back Suplex, then strips off his Mountie pants, winds them round Como’s neck and uses them as a garrote. Referre Todd Franklin warns Chad and starts a five count, but Chad discards the pants at the count of three and applies a Rear Naked Choke instead. Como struggles for a while then manages to rise and pull Chad over his shoulder. Daniel Justice: And we’re off! Nick Comoroto was in trouble but managed to reverse and neither of these men have forgotten the tricks of their trade. Max Stockton: Thank the Lord that Nick Comoroto didn’t forget his wrestling tights. I’m not sure that my stomach could stand that after that Mexican burrito. I didn’t know you could get authentic Mexican food here in Quebec. I thought it’d be all the old American favorites like pizza or chop suey. Daniel: That's right, I almost forgot. This match is being broadcast from Quebec, Canada as part of developing international ties. Max: And apparently, it's working. Como drops an elbow then pulls Chad to his feet with a wrist lock. He hyperextends the wrist, then twists, facing Chad to flip over rather than break his arm. Chad manages to wrench his arm free and sweeps Comoroto’s legs from under him. He hits the mat with a loud thump. Chad scrabbles to try and grab Como’s legs but Como spider walks away and uses the ropes to get back to his feet. Daniel: Both these men are students of the game. Certainly, Chad Michaels and Nick Comoroto have tremendous ability inside that ring. Max: You need more than ability to win titles, Daniel. You need strength, you need luck and you need a small yellow warthog named Kenneth. Daniel: Brain skipped a track there, Max. Too much coffee with that burrito. Como goes for a Running High Knee, but Chad has time to step aside and Como’s leg goes over the top rope. Chad gets him in a headlock and DDT’s him to the mat, following up with a cover. 1... 2... Comoroto gets a shoulder up. Chad doesn’t persist with the cover, instead pulling Como up by the neck then delivering a Cross Arm German Suplex. Comoroto bounces off the mat and escapes under the bottom rope. Daniel: This Canadian crowd is beginning to warm to the EWT experience. How soon can it be before they forget the words Montreal and screwjob. Max: Why? What happened there? Daniel: You’re supposed to be the expert, Max. Surely you know the story of The Hitman and the Heartbreak Kid? Max: Is that the one about the magic beans and the giant with the super sense of smell? Chad sees Comoroto slowly get to his feet and decides on a Heat Seeking Missile Dive to the outside. He catches Como on the upper body and Como’s head bounces off the thin mat that covers the concrete ring surround. Daniel: High risk move from Chad Michaels, but it paid off. He just needs to get Como back in the ring and the fat lady will start singing. Franklin starts his count-out just giving Chad enough time to recover and roll Como back in the ring. Chad goes to the top rope and launches a High Elevation Moonsault Legdrop. Como seems to react with a sixth sense and rolls away at the last second so that Chad hits bare mat twisting his knee in the process. Chad grabs his right leg and Como spots the reaction so goes straight for a Boston Crab, dropping the left leg to concentrate on the damaged right leg. Chad yells in pain. Daniel: There’s that momentum shift Comoroto was looking for. He looked dead and buried but now it’s Michaels who is on the edge of defeat. Comoroto applies more pressure and Todd Franklin asks Chad the question. He shakes his head and stretches his fingertips to their extremities until……..finally…….he just brushes the bottom rope and Franklin calls for a break. Como eventually agrees to release but, as Chad gets back up, he goes straight for a Single Leg Takedown. Chad stays on his back and plants his boot on Como’s forehead to thrust him away. Como looses his grip and flies backwards, rebounds off the rope and walks straight back into a Mafia Kick. Daniel: That was with his injured leg! Michaels giving it his all to shine in his return to EWT. Como leans against the ropes, dazed after the Mafia Kick. Chad takes this opportunity and hoists Como onto the turnbuckles, makign the cut-throat motion. Daniel: This could be the end Max! Chad climbs the ropes and gets Como in position for the Coca-Cola Cliff Drop, the fans going wild. Como tries to fight it however, dead weighting him before throwing some stiff shots to Chad's ribs. Como eventually back body drop's him, but Chad manages to land on his feet, wincing in pain as he puts weight on his injured leg. Without missing a beat, Chad hits the Pele kick out of nowhere, stunning Coromoto. Max: The Pele kick out of nowhere Danny!! Daniel: But he hit him with his injured leg Max. You gotta wonder how much damage that leg can take. Chad climbs the ropes again, setting Como up for a suplex. However, channeling the spirit of El Generico, Chad drops Como with a BrainBUSTAHHHHH!! Como falls to the ground unconsciouss as the fans are going mad! Chad with the cover... 1…… 2…… 3……!!! -----Ding Ding Ding!----- Announcer: Here is your winner, "Unstoppable" Chad Michaels!! Daniel: Impressive showing by the man that calls himself Unstoppable. Max: I wouldn't be calling myself Unstoppable if my leg was injured Danny. You can tell Chad took a lot of punishment to that leg. Mike Corral comes running down, concern on his face for his step-brother. Chad manages to get out of the ring on his own before being helped to the back by Mike as we fade to a commercial.
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Post by teamireland on Jun 19, 2008 15:10:45 GMT -5
BACKSTAGE EWT ARENA- OUTSIDE TEAM IRELAND LOCKER-ROOM
*Marisol Kaneshall knocks on the door of Team Ireland's locker-room. The door suddenly bursts open. It's Coach O'Hare, he has tissue stuffed up his nose. The tissue is rapidly turning red. Aidan approaches O'Hare from behind & tries to pull him back in.*
Aidan: Coach, would yeh ever just come back inside & calm down?
O'Hare: [To Marisol] Here, missus. Give us thon microphone!
*Marisol hands the mic to O'Hare.*
O'Hare: [To Marisol] Now F*** off!
*She hastily exits. O'Hare looks into the camera.*
O'Hare: Liam, I bet you're all dead chuffed with yourself & stuff, aren't ye? Well look here, son! I've fought tougher lads than you before. That punch was nothing. You just managed to catch me by surprise. But next time, I'll be ready for yeh! See, I was thinking of sending Shane after ye, but due to that big pillar falling on him, he'll be out for a bit. Then I though that maybe Aidan or Sean would like the job, but then I realized that what I really want to do is take care of this myself. That's exactly how we'll do it. Next week, Liam, you will have a match against... ME! And because I'm a man of integrity who doesn't sucker-punch people, Aidan, Sean & big Shane are banned from ringside as are your wee pals & that blonde bimbo as well! I want to beat you so badly, we'll even make it No DQ! Now, Aidan, back off. You get ready for your match against the Scotchies & teach them that... YOU WILL NEVER BEAT THE IRISH!
*O'Hare slams the door shut & we cut to adverts.*
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Post by invaderdave on Jun 21, 2008 12:08:25 GMT -5
Becky Bayless makes a rare EWT appearance, a wide smile on her face as she stands next to Dave Davies, whom has his title slung over his shoulder. Dave is a little less happy than Becky is, but thats to be expected.
"Hello EWT faithful, Becky Bayless here, and I'm standing next to your Extreme Wrestlecrap Threaderation champion, Dave Davies. Mr. Davies, you haven't been on-screen since your successful defense of your title against Andy Duke at Crapamania. Brian Gold answered a few questions for you before, but now, we'd like to get the words right from the champion..."
Dave sighs, accepting the microphone from Becky.
"I suppose a lot has happened in my time off. I was taking a little time off to heal my leg, and...apparently Andy Duke snapped. And so did Liam O'Neil, albeit in a very different fashion... But lets focus on what I've got on my plate. Bullz-I, I'm sure, has been waiting for me to return for a long, long time, because he's got a chance to take what I hold near and dear to me, off my hands. That Ringo Starr lookin' son of a bitch thinks he's getting this belt. Hell, I hear that Coach O'Hare even thinks he's getting a taste of this belt soon. And to all that I say....sock it to me. Thats right, you heard me. Bring it on, sock it to me, whatever it is people say these days...come on boys. Try to take this belt from me. I'm right here, and I'm going to remain here for a long time.
And you might ask, 'well, how come Dave's being so inviting? What's making him so cocky?' And I'll be glad to tell you why. You see, when I was sitting at home, unable to barely even walk, because Becky, I don't know if you've ever been put in a half crab, but the pain, the pressure, put on your leg in that hold...its pretty bad. But then something started happening...my leg started feeling better. The pain was still there, and in many ways it still is, but I could walk again. I'm standing tall right now. Because, the fact is, I've been cut up, I've been burned, I've damn near been sawed in half, and I'm still alive. I'm still wrestling. And now I'm the champion.
So, the reason why I'm so cocky, or I'm so ready to fight is...you can't hurt me. Not permanently. You'll have to kill me. You understand me? DO YOU UNDERSTAND? You've gotta be prepared to pull a gun on me, and hold it to my head, and pull the trigger. You've gotta be able to choke the living soul right from my body. You've gotta KILL ME...to keep me from coming back. Just like you'll have to kill me to take this belt away. Because for as long as I live, it is never, ever, coming off my waist, or off my shoulder.
Some come on, boys. Sock it to me. I dare you."
Dave walks away, leaving a fairly frightened Becky.
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Post by Tea & Crumpets on Jun 23, 2008 12:47:08 GMT -5
*Cut to a locker room in Mexico. It is a rather dingy and gritty locker room, with several random luchadores milling about. The Highland Diamonds are being filmed on a grainy handheld camera.*
Warrior: Here we are in not-so-beautiful Mexico! We’ve seen the sights, soaked up the sun, been to a couple of Aztec monuments, an’ checked out the beaches. But now the Latino Party must come to an end tonight!
Angus: We’re facin’ one of tha top teams in Mexico right now, putting these belts on the line, makin’ a name for ourselves. An’ then, we’re off back tat ha EWT Arena fah our match wih Team Ireland. Warrior: But you Irish boys seem to have a little misunderstanding about us, a misconception. You think-
*La Parka walks across the camera*
Warrior: Hey, La Parka! Keep up the goofy dancing my Skeleton Man!
*La Parka briefly does his trademark dance for the camera, then walks off*
Warrior:*mutters* idiot. Anyway! Yeah, you have a misunderstanding with us. You seem to think, for some unknown reason, that I’m Scottish. Do I look Scottish to you?
Angus: Noo. Scotsmen are much better lookin’.
Warrior: Not quite. The correct reason is Scotsmen stink of whisky much more than I ever have.
Angus: Unfortunately, that’s also true with a lotta Scots.
Warrior: It’s also true of you Irish lads! You Gaelics are all a bunch of alcohol chuggers, heck Team Ireland, I bet once you get home, your rallying force Coach O’Hare degenerates into something that’d even make Father Jack Hackett wince and join the AA. But you still think I’m a Scotsman! You obviously don’t research your opponents well, as my EWT Online biography, my business card, and my billed hometown all list me from the Gemstone Mines of Peru. Now, obviously I’m not really Peruvian, since nobody from Peru has ever had as much talent as me, but it does proves you don’t research your opponents that well.
Angus: An’ that bad preparation is why, once we’ve beaten whoever tha 2 guys we’re facing here are, we’ll also beat you an-
*Rey Bucanero walks between Angus and the camera*
Angus: Stop getting’ in tha way ya masked muppets! Anyway, Team Ireland, your inability ta prepare an your preoccupation wih’ tha latest EWT singin’ sensation Liam O’Neill, is exactly why we’re keepin’ our belts. Ye say “You will never beat the Irish”? Ha, listen paddies, ye’ve been beaten many times before, an’ in tha EWT Arena, ye’ll be beaten once again when ye come up against us.
Warrior: And just before we go, a special message for one of your number. Sean McCann, don’t think for 1 second that I’e forgotten you eliminated me from the Royal Pain in the Ass Rumble! Don’t think I’ve forgotten you ruined my EWT World Title glory dreams before they began! So, Mr Don Juan of Donegal, when we meet in the ring, I’m gonna thrill ya, I’m gonna chill ya, then I’ll Gem Drill ya, and finally kill ya.
Angus: Scotland Forever!
*He goes to toss his kilt over the camera, but it hits Volador Jr who walked in the way.*
Angus: MOVE!!
*he retrieves his kilt*
Angus: Scotland Forever!
*He successfully throws his kilt over the camera* *cut to the Arena Mexico.*
Anouncer: Señoras y señores, el siguiente concurso es una etiqueta de equipo partido prevista para el 1 de caida, y es por el EWT Tag Team Campeonatos del Mundo!
*Mephisto & Averno’s CMLL theme cues up. Averno & Mephisto both walk down the ramp, receiving the applause from the crowd, and enter the ring.*
Announcer: Al presentar en primer lugar, a un peso combinado de 372 libras, son el equipo de Mephisto y Averno, Los Infernales!
*Emerald Sword by Rhapsody starts playing, and the Highland Diamonds enter. They go about their usual antics, with Emerald Warrior even more in the crowds’ faces than usual to do everything he can to avoid the nostalgia pop. They enter the ring and remove their belts.
Announcer: Al presentar en segundo lugar, a un peso combinado de 482 libras, son la actual reina y la defensa de EWT Tag Team Campeones del Mundo, Angus MacAngus, y La Esmeralda Guerrero, el Highland Diamonds!
*The bell rings with Angus and Averno starting off. They lock up, Averno applies a side headlock .Angus turns it into a top wristlock, but Averno rolls back and out into a peanuts-style knuckle lock. Angus headbutts Averno and overpowers his grip, then applies a front facelock. Averno turns it into an arm wringer, but Angus reverses into a hammerlock. Averno then jumps up, catches Angus’ head while in the air, and takes him over in a lucha-style snapmare! Angus gets up and tiltawhirls Averno, who lands on his feet behind Angus, then jumps into a crucifix into a sunset flip hold 1…..
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Kick out! Angus is up but taken over with a nice arm-drag from Averno. He gets up again but blocks the 2nd arm drag and turns through into a hip-toss, but Averno lands on his feet! Averno sole-butts Angus in the stomach, then runs to the ropes. Angus dodges the running dropkick, then takes Averno down with a running clothesline! Angus picks Averno up, and starts laying into him with boxing punches. He then lifts him in a vertical suplex, but Averno slips out the back and applies a banana split cradle! 1….
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Kick out! Angus is getting frustrated and boots Averno in the gut, then goes to Irish whip him. Averno stalls and weaves through it, and takes Angus over with a quick Frankensteiner! Angus shakes the ropes in irritation, then turns back to Averno, offering a test of strength. They apply it, and Angus quickly overpowers Averno. Averno bridges out, but Angus, instead of executing the traditional lucha libre test of strength sequence, lets go and stomps Averno’s exposed stomach! Averno rolls away and Angus lays into him with some more boxer punches, as well as some knee lifts. He snap suplexes Averno, then picks him back up for a tabletop suplex, held for the pin 1…..
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Averno kicks out! Angus tags out to Emerald Warrior who climbs the corner. Angus holds Averno at arm’s length for Warrior to hit a perfect missile dropkick! He makes a cover but Averno counters it into a Magistral, but Warrior is out before 1. Warrior kicks away at Averno, then runs to the ropes looking for a tiltawhirl headscissors. Averno plants Warrior back on his feet and this his own tiltawhirl headscissors, then as Warrior gets up, Averno attempts the Devil’s Wings. Warrior blocks it and goes for a Chokeslam, but Averno rakes Warrior’s eyes and tags in Mephisto. Averno hits a Russian legsweep, then Mephisto leaps with a diving legdrop! Mephisto rolls Warrior over into a Boston Crab, but Emerald Warrior reaches the ropes. Mephisto runs at Warrior as he gets up, but Warrior pulls down the ropes and Mephisto crashes over them to the floor! Angus quickly grabs Mephisto on the floor and punches at him, as Emerald Warrior climbs a corner, then leaps with a moonsault to the floor! Averno enters the ring, then runs to the ropes and leaps over with a no-hands Plancha, colliding with Warrior and Mephisto! Angus dodged the move though, and tosses Averno shoulder first into 1 of the ring posts! Warrior rolls Mephisto back into the ring. He heads up for the 5 Star Moonsault, but Mephisto gets his boots up and then applies an inside cradle! 1……
2-kick out! Warrior is out quick but gets his legs swept away by Mephisto, who then executes a standing moonsault! He goes to follow it with a jacknife cradle, but Warrior pushes Mephisto away, and then rolls onto his feet and dead-lifts Mephisto for a Gem Driller! Mephisto bounces away and staggers back to his own corner, and luckily tags in Averno who had returned to his corner. Averno goes in but is cut off by Warrior, who hits his Emerald Gleam superkick and makes a quick cover 1…….
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3-no! Averno just kicked out! Warrior is frustrated, and picks Averno up. He goes for his bulldog into the turnbuckles, but Averno counters and crotches Warrior into the buckles in a Tree of Woe, then dropkicks him! Emerald Warrior falls out and is caught with the Devil’s Wins! Averno makes the cover 1…….
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Angus breaks it up! Angus blindsides Averno but is forced back to his corner by the referee. Averno climbs the corner, and jumps for his diving headbutt! He connects, but barely, and knocks himself dazed in the process. Both men are slow to get up, but Averno grabs Warrior and whips him to the ropes. Averno misses the blind tag by the Diamonds and keeps his attention on Warrior. He scoops him up for an attempted Emerald Fusion powerslam, but Warrior is too big for Averno, and he counters it into his own trademark Emerald Fusion variant!!! Warrior rolls clear as Angus leaps off the top with the Scotch Stomp!!! Angus makes the cover while Warrior keeps Mephisto away 1……..
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3! DING DING DING!!! Announcer: Sus ganadores, y aún EWT Tag Team Campeones del Mundo, el Highland Diamonds!
*Angus and Warrior grab their belts as Rhapsody’s Emerald Sword resumes playing. They raise their titles triumphantly, and slowly make their exit from the Arena Mexico. The last shot of them in Mexico before the camera fades out is of the Diamonds dual-posing on the ramp, titles held aloft victoriously.*
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Post by teamireland on Jun 24, 2008 14:38:48 GMT -5
BACKSTAGE- EWT ARENA
*Coach O'Hare, is leading Aidan Donnelly & Sean McCann to the ring for their EWT World Tag-Team Title match. Marisol Kaneshall stops them for an interview.*
Marisol: Mr. Coachman, After the revelation about Liam O'Neill & your own challenge to Liam, will Team Ireland even be able to focus on this match tonight?
O'Hare: Look, love, this is nothing. Like I said before, We're dealing with Groundskeeper Willie & Rab C. Nesbitt here. More terrifying things have come out of my arse...
Sean: ...that's the truth...
*O'Hare gives Sean a clip 'round the ear.*
O'Hare: This debacle with Liam has cost us too much time. If he has the balls he'll accept my challenge & we'll meet next week, as for right now, it's time for Team Ireland to get back where we belong: The top of the Tag-Team heap here in EWT! In a few short minutes the two wee Scotchy lads...
Aidan: (Interrupting) Only one of them's Scottish.
O'Hare: Wha...?
Aidan: Only one of them's Scottish? Did you not see that last interview they did? The other lad's from Peru.
O'Hare: ...Wha...?
Sean: Aidan, don't be such an eejit! "Peru"... pffft, like that's a real country.
*Sean rolls his eyes as Aidan & O'Hare stare at him like he's a moron, which he sort of is.*
O'Hare: Anyway, those two fellas, whichever country they're from, will learn what every other team here has learned... YOU WILL NEVER BEAT THE IRISH!
*Cut to the arena*
Toni "T.G." Garcya: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for 1 fall, and it is for the EWT World Tag Team Championships!!!!
*"I’m Shipping up to Boston" by the Dropkick Murphys cues up.*
"T.G.": Introducing first, the challengers, proudly representing their home country of Ireland at a combined weight of 396 lbs, being accompanied to the ring by Coach O’Hare- Captain Aidan Donnelly & "The Don Jaun of Donegal" Sean McCann, together they are Team Ireland!!!!
*Team Ireland enter, wearing their trademark jerseys as Coach O’Hare waves the Tricolour atop his trademark Hurley. McCann and Donnelly both pause for their pyro before entering the ring. McCann slips off his waistcoat, and both members of Team Ireland prepare for the match.*
*Rhapsody’s Emerald Sword hits the PA*
"T.G.": And introducing 2nd, at a combined weight of 482lbs, they are the current reigning and defending EWT World Tag Team Champions, Angus MacAngus, The Emerald Warrior, they are the Highland Diamonds!!!
*The Highland Diamonds enter atop the ramp with their titles, in their first title defence in EWT. They make their way to the ring, Angus with more of a spring in his step than usual. Emerald Warrior goes through his typical antics, riling up various fans, and they enter the ring together. The Diamonds hand their belts to the referee, who presents them to all 4 sides of the ring, before handing them over to the timekeeper.*
DING DING DING!!
*Emerald Warrior and Sean McCann start this match off. They circle, and both go to lock up, then pull back and swing at each other. Still wary, they circle again and tie up for real. McCann quickly takes Warrior down with an armdrag, but Warrior, not to be outdone, hits an armdrag of his own on McCann! McCann gets up and slaps Warrior right in the face, who slaps McCann back and rakes his eyes! Warrior Irish whips McCann to the ropes, but McCann counters a hiptoss with a modified lucha libre style armdrag! Warrior gets up, only to be taken over with a Frankensteiner from Sean McCann! Warrior kicks out before 1 and nails Sean with a big forearm, before taking him down with a modified armdrag again. Warrior keeps hold and rolls Sean onto his stomach, then cradles the arm before rolling into a Magistral!*
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*Sean gets up but is caught with a kick to the stomach. Warrior whips him to the ropes again and goes for a back body drop, but McCann rolls over Emerald Warrior’s back then dropkicks him in the back of the head. Warrior staggers to the ropes and McCann dashes. Warrior sidesteps and goes for a rolling cradle, but Sean rolls through into his own cradle and pulls the tights!*
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*Warrior and McCann lock up again, and Warrior takes McCann over with a headlock takedown. McCann turns it into a headscissors, but Warrior performs a headstand. He fakes out McCann with a faked Austin Aries-style headstand dropkick, but instead just stomps McCann in the stomach! Sean rolls to his feet and takes some punches, but reverses Warrior’s Irish whip. Warrior hits the ropes and Sean drops to all fours, tripping Warrior as he runs back. Sean then hops to his feet, rebounds off the ropes, and snaps off a tiltawhirl headscissors as Emerald Warrior gets up! Warrior picks himself up off the mat again only to take a poke to the eye from Sean. Sean tags out to Aidan Donnelly. Sean traps Warrior in the corner as Aidan comes in and punches at Warrior, then Sean rolls out of the corner and Aidan steps in front of Warrior. Sean rusn at Aidan, who pops Sean up into a big dropkick on Emerald Warrior in the corner! As Warrior staggers out, Aidan hits a perfect Fisherman’s suplex with a bridge*
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*Warrior stirs, but Aidan kicks him down. Aidan hits a series of punches on Warrior, then tries for a northern lights suplex, but Warrior turns it in midair into a tornado DDT! Aidan bounces on his head as Warrior makes his way towards his team’s corner. Aidan cuts him off by grabbing Warrior’s leg and performing a Dragon Screw! Aidan applies a leg bar, then drops a couple of elbows on Warrior’s knee. He picks Warrior up and hits a 2nd dragon Screw, then picks him up for a third, but Warrior somehow rolls through on the momentum, hitting a monkey flip! Aidan gets to his feet but misses the European uppercut, and Warrior hits a reverse DDT, putting Aidan down. Warrior tags out to Angus, and picks Aidan up as Angus climbs the corner. They’re going for a Doomsday Device, but Coach O’Hare had grabbed Angus’ ankle! The distraction gives Aidan time to slip free and hit a shin buster on Emerald Warrior, again weakening his leg. Angus finally kicks O’Hare free and instead of diving, hops into the ring. Aidan and Angus circle each other, each feinting a strike or grab here and there. They eventually lunge for the grab, but Angus clocks Donnelly with a boxing hook to the jaw, and the Team Ireland captain falls to 1 knee. Aidan gets up, and they lunge again, but this time Aidan stomps on Angus’ toes, and lands a snap suplex on Angus! Aidan floats into a cover, but Angus reverses it into a fujiwara armbar, and goes for his inverted Triangle Choke! Aidan rolls head over heels to escape, and gets a front chancery on Angus, taking him down into a modified cradle. Angus escapes before 1 again and gets a chinlock on Aidan, but Aidan fights out and gets a Russian Leg Sweep! Aidan rolls through and attempts a cross armbar, but Angus clasps his knuckles and blocks it, and deadlifts Aidan in a powerbomb attempt! Aidan slips out and applies a standing top wristlock, but Angus bridges over onto his head, then drops flat and twists, reversing the pressure into a hammerlock on Aidan! Aidan ducks under and tries a back suplex, but Angus clamps Aidan’s head tight and blocks it, and again punches Aidan square in the face, before weaving through into an Exploder suplex! Angus tries to roll through into the Flower of Scotland, but Aidan forearms Angus as he rolls back! Aidan hops to his feet and hits another vertical, then twists his hips and goes for part 2 of the Triqueta! He hits the 2nd suplex, but Angus blocks the brainbuster, gets an arm wringer, and breaks it to hit a Taz-style T-Bone suplex! Angus makes a cover.*
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*Angus drags Aidan towards the Diamonds corner, and tags out to Emerald Warrior. Angus lifts Aidan in a Manhattan Drop and stalls, as Warrior hits the ropes and connects with the Emerald Gleam! Angus follows it with a jacknife, but breaks it as he’s the illegal man and instead picks Aidan up, holding him for Warrior to hit a springboard into another arm drag! Aidan gets up wobbly, and dodges Warrior’s charge! Emerald Warrior bails out, diving through the middle ropes and landing on his feet, but his bad knee buckles. Sean McCann takes advantage of the opportunity to hit a running somersault body block off the apron, and rolls Emerald Warrior into the ring for Aidan. Aidan rests a moment, then tags out to Sean. Aidan lifts Warrior up as Sean vaults into the ring, and together they hit the Whiskey in the Jar! Aidan then holds Warrior prone as Sean steps onto the apron, and Sean then springboards in, hitting a flying elbow drop onto Emerald Warrior’s bad knee! Sean covers...*
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*Aidan strikes Angus with a European uppercut, dazing him, then scoop slams him. Sean runs to the ropes, then Aidan picks him up back suplex style and aids McCann to deliver a big legdrop on Angus! Angus rolls out of the ring and Aidan returns to his corner. Sean picks Warrior up and kicks him in the knee a couple of times, then goes for a whip, but Warrior weaves through, halts, then hits a spectacular standing Frankensteiner on McCann! While this is going on, Coach O’Hare is stalking Angus on the floor. O’Hare hits Angus with a well placed boot to the side of his head while Angus is kneeling, then readies the Hurley. O’Hare swings, but Angus catches it! Angus then sees the referee, screams out, and drops to his knees clutching his head while pointing at O’Hare! The referee sees this going on and starts questioning O’Hare, who is adamant of his innocence. Back in the ring, McCann has regained control of Warrior, and goes for the Donegal Drop! He hits the Stunner part, but Warrior uses the referee’s occupied attention to low blow McCann, breaking free. Emerald Warrior clutches his bad knee, and gets to his feet with difficulty. He approaches a neutral corner and starts undoing the turnbuckle pad. The referee, finally convinced by O’Hare’s protests, turns back to the ring and sees the undone pad. With the referee now gone, Angus punches O’Hare hard in the gut, doubling him, then punches him again in the side of the head, putting the Coach down! Again Emerald Warrior uses the referee distraction, now in the form of the untied buckle pad, to gain an upperhand, and just as Sean has got to his feet, Warrior drops him again with a 2nd low blow! Warrior limps to his corner and tags out to Angus. Angus enters the ring, hauls the Irishman to his feet and whips Sean to the Diamonds’ corner. Warrior holds Sean in place as Angus charges, but Sean is able to wriggle free onto the apron. He kicks Emerald Warrior in his bad leg again, and as Angus crashes into the turnbuckles, Sean vaults in and hits a nice slingshot headscissors! Angus rolls up and Sean charges, and Angus throws Sean up for a flapjack, but in midair the nimble native of Donegal twists himself and somehow connects with an enzugiri to Angus as he falls down! Angus collapses and Sean runs to a corner, then leaps for a moonsault! Cover...*
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*Angus gets up groggily, and Sean goes for a superkick, but Angus blocks it. Sean twists himself into an attempted victory roll, but Angus reverses into a wheelbarrow, and from there hauls Sean into a German Suplex! Sean bounces head over heels, and Angus charges Sean into a corner using his sheer size, then lifts Sean to the top buckle. Angus sets Sean up for a Superplex, but Sean rakes the eyes and fights free. He goes for a sunset flip powerbomb off the buckles, but Angus is too strong and hangs on! Angus now rakes McCann’s eyes, then pins McCann in the corner in the typical 10-punch position. He starts punching, and the fans count along 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, but then Angus stops, shakes his head and drops down to the mat. He kicks Sean in the stomach while in the corner then throws him with a snapmare, then kicks Sean while he is seated. Angus makes a cover...*
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*Angus pulls Sean up, but Sean counters with a jawbreaker! He hits the ropes and goes for a Samurai Driver-style vault into a hurracanrana, but Angus blocks it and brutally powerbombs Sean McCann! He holds for a pin...*
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*Angus keeps hold though, and lifts Sean as if for a repeater, but instead tosses him backwards into the ropes hotshot-style! Angus makes another cover, placing his feet on the ropes for leverage...*
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*The referee sees the illegal rope use and stops the count! Angus sighs in frustration and heads up top, going for the Scotch Stomp! He dives, but McCann rolls out of the way and Angus crashes and burns! Angus rolls back to his feet, and hip-tosses McCann, who lands Arabian-Press style on the ropes, before back-flipping into an Oklahoma-Slam position, which he spins out of into a nice Tornado DDT on Angus! Sean then springs onto the ropes, leaps and connects with a springboard-style Dublin Stomp!!! Sean makes the cover...*
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*Warrior tosses Sean out of the ring and follows. He lifts Sean back-suplex style and dumps him crotch first on the guardrail, then rolls back in to cut off Aidan Donnelly who has entered the ring. Warrior and Donnelly start brawling as Angus readies himself for a rare diving move, and runs at Sean who is still on the guardrail, and cleans him out with a suicide dive, taking them both over the rail into the front row! Both men are out of it as Warrior and Donnelly keep brawling. The ref is occupied by trying to control Angus & Sean. O'Hare slips into the ring & clips Warrior's damaged knee with the Hurley. Warrior goes down & Aidan delivers a few stomps to the masked Scotsman's knee. Aidan tries tying Warrior's leg up with a Spinning Toe Hold. Warrior uses his right leg to kick Donnelly off to the ropes. Aidan rebounds & Warrior catches him with a tilt-a-whirl Backbreaker. Warrior is about to go for a cover when he falls over clutching his leg. That last move may have been the straw that broke the camel's back.*
*Back amongst the crowd. The referee isn't having much luck controlling Sean & Angus. Despite the fans crowding around them, the two men are doing their best to fight. Sean grabs a beer off a fan & takes a swig before spitting it back in Angus' face. With Angus momentarily blinded, Sean takes the opportunity to trip him into the guard-rail. Angus falls chin first on the steel railing & Sean bucks him over it to the floor outside the ring. Sean gets the fans to clear a path as he charges in the direction of Angus & goes flying over the rail with a Cross-Body Block. Angus catches Sean & swings him around for a version of Chris Harris' "Catatonic". The ref urges Angus to return to the ring. Angus complies & he rolls Sean back in too, but not before giving Sean a wee dig in the head. The ref tells Donnelly & Warrior to return to their respective corners. Donnelly is heading back just as Emerald warrior gets up again. Aidan quickly dashes over & chop blocks the Warrior before he can make it to this corner. Aidan then swiftly exits the ring & stands at his own corner. Angus looks to help his fallen team-mate. Sean groggily stands again & attacks Angus with a Lungblower before rolling to the Team Ireland corner & tagging in Aidan. Aidan attacks Angus with a Reverse DDT & goes for a cover...*
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*Emerald Warrior basically throws himself on top of Donnelly to break up the cover. Aidan takes a swing at Warrior. Warrior is quick to catch Aidan in a Gutwrench position, he hoists him up & Angus gets back up as the Highland Diamonds execute "Nail in the Brain". Warrior does his best to make his way out of the ring as Angus covers Aidan...*
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SEAN BREAKS IT UP!
*Sean quickly runs from the Team Ireland corner to hit a flying Double Stomp on the back of Angus. Despite his injured leg, this prompts Warrior to re-enter the ring. He avoids a blow from Sean & plants him with an "Emerald Cutter". Aidan takes the Warrior back overhead with a German Suplex. Warrior miraculously rolls through though his knee gives way. Aidan is about to take advantage when Warrior gets to his feet again & clocks Donnelly with a Superkick.*
J.R.: (in the audience) BAH GAWD! He was playin' possum!
*Warrior heads towards the turnbuckles. It looks as if he's going for the 5 * Moonsault. As he scales the buckles his left knee gives way. Aidan rather weary, gets to his feet. He sees Warrior nursing his knee. Aidan dumps the recovering Angus out of the ring & revives Sean. Aidan lifts Warrior up onto his shoulders. Sean grabs a hold of Warrior's head & Team Ireland successfully hit "The Electric Bread Slicer" on Warrior. Aidan goes for a cover, only to be told by the referee that Warrior is not the legal man. Aidan slaps the mat in frustration!*
*Undeterred by this news, Aidan still tries to do some damage to Warrior. He drags Warrior back standing & gives him a Dragon Scew on his bad leg, seguing immediately into a Figure-4 Leg-Lock. Aidan locks the hold in good & tight. He inches backwards towards the ropes & grabs the middle rope to help crank even more pressure onto Warrior. As Warrior yells in pain, Angus comes crashing down on Donnelly with a "Scotch Stomp" from the top. Angus scrambles quickly to make a cover...*
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SEAN BREAKS IT UP!
*Sean comes sliding into the side of Angus to break up his pin attempt. Sean drags Angus up standing & goes for a standing Frankensteiner. Angus isn't sufficiently groggy enough for Sean to hit the move, Angus reverses it into a Folding Powerbomb going right into a pin.*
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AIDAN BREAKS IT UP!
*Aidan quickly gets Angus standing again & quick as a flash, takes him back overhead with a "Dublin Suplex". Before Aidan can even turn around to pin Angus, Emerald Warrior drills him with the Emerald Fusion. Warrior drops to his knee once again, still feeling the pain of his injury. O'Hare gets on the apron yelling at the referee. As O'Hare engeges the ref he throws his Hurley in the ring. Sean picks it up & uses it as a sort of a crutch to get back standing again, he wats for Emerald Warrior to stand again & takes a swing at him. Warrior blocks the shot & yanks the Hurley from Sean's hands, he whacks Sean right in the nadge-bags & McCann crumples to the ground. Warrior revives Angus. Angus gets to his feet & blasts O'Hare off the apron. Warrior picks Aidan up & the Highland Diamonds hit the Team Ireland Captain with the "Moorlands Driver". Angus makes the cover...*
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*"Emerald Sword" blares from the Toomitron again as the referee retrieves the belts from the time-keeper.*
"T.G.": Here are your winners & STILL EWT World Tag-Team Champions... THE HIGHLAND DIAMONDS!!!
*The ref presents the belts to the defending champs as O'Hare makes it back into the ring. Angus & Warrior roll out of the ring & walk up the ramp with the belts held high as O'Hare sees to Sean who still lies on the mat clutching his billiards.*
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Post by teamireland on Jun 26, 2008 14:42:10 GMT -5
*"I'm Shipping Up To Boston" begins playing. At the upbeat of the song, Coach O'Hare walks out waving his Tri-Colour wrapped Hurley. He's discarded his usual leather jacket & flat-cap in favour of a black & green tracksuit. Aidan & Sean walk behind him offering him words of encouragement & patting him on the back. Sean sticks his fist out & O'Hare bashes his own against it before the two men leave O'Hare to his fate.* Toni "T.G." Garcya: The following contest is a no DQ match scheduled for one fall, introducing first, representing Team Ireland, weighing in at 198lbs, from Belfast, Northern Ireland, he is EWT's Manager of the Year... COACH... O~HARE!!! Nick Russ: Good Evening EWT fans, I'm Nick Russ & beside me, as always, is Jerome "The Lord" East. Jerome, it has not been a good time for Team Ireland of late. Jerome "The Lord" East: You can say that again, Nick. The Irishmen were riding high after their victory over Liam O'Neill & Mahavir Abha at Crap-A-Mania Cinco, but the subsequent reveal of Liam's secret, Shane Malone's injury & Aidan & Sean's loss to the Highland Diamonds have knocked them back a bit. Russ: Which is the reason why Coach O'Hare has challenged his former protégé, Liam O'Neill, l here tonight. He sure wasn't happy when he found out the secret Liam had been hiding all these years. *O'Hare proudly holds the Tricolour up behind his head as the Green, White & Gold pyro explodes behind him. He seems less confident than usual, finally realizing that he may have bitten off more than he can chew by challenging Liam to a match. Still, he soldiers on, intent to keep his word. He enters the ring & waves the Tricolour as the crowd persist in booing him. He unzips his tracksuit top & we see that he's wearing a Northern Ireland football shirt under it. It has his own name printed on the back.* East: O'Hare needs a win here tonight. He's got to lead by example. Russ: I'm not sure that challenging his own former student is the best way to go. *Rick Astley's "Never Gonna Give You Up" starts playing from the Toomitron & an extremely happy looking Liam O'Neill emerges from the back with Tiffany on his arm. He kisses Tiffany on the cheek & she leaves him after whispering "Good Luck".* "T.G.": And his opponent, from Cork, Ireland, weighing in at 209lbs... LI~AM... O~NEILL!!! Russ: Well, this is pleasant surprise, Liam O'Neill is smiling for a change. It's not often we see that from him. East: Despite her overwhelming idiocy, I'd be smiling too if Tiffany kissed me. *Liam saunters confidently on down to the ring looking happier than he has in months. He rolls under the ropes to enter the ring & the crowd's cheers grow louder. Liam climbs a ringpost & acknowledges the fans. But he's attacked by Coach O'Hare who wallops Liam from behind with the Hurley.* DING-DING! Russ: And O'Hare gets a cheap shot in to start the match. East: It's No DQ & he'll need to use more of those "cheap shots" if he expects to have a hope of beating Liam O'Neill here tonight. *Liam nurses his back as O'Hare continues the assault. He hits Liam another whack with the Hurley in the groin. O'Hare grabs Liam by the tights & tries giving him a version of the Tornado Bomb off the middle rope. O'Hare grabs a handful of Liam's tights & holds him in place for a pin...* East: Could O'Hare have this won already? 1... 2... KICK OUT! Russ: Liam's not about to lose that easily, not in his chance to get his hands on O'Hare for all the abuse he suffered. *Liam gets right back up & immediately hits O'Hare with a running clothesline. O'Hare gets to his feet & Liam is quick to catch him with another one. O'Hare is dizzificated. Liam whips the Coach to the ropes. O'Hare manages to stop himself, grabs the ropes & slides out of the ring. As O'Hare points towards his temple with an "I'm so smart" gesture, Liam comes flying out of the ring with a topé. O'Hare is floored.* Russ: A rare aerial move from Liam. O'Hare didn't train him for that one. *Liam drags O'Hare to his feet & whips his former Coach into the security railing. O'Hare crashes into the rails back first. Liam charges at him & takes himself & O'Hare into the crowd with a variation of the Cactus Clothesline. Liam brings O'Hare standing again. He brings O'Hare through the crowd. Fans throw their beers at the Coach. One fan holds up a chair & Liam bashes O'Hare's head against it. Liam high-fives the fan & continues to drag O'Hare through the crowd. Liam takes a run & throws O'Hare back over the rail & back to ringside.* East: Who do those yokels think they are? They can't treat O'Hare like that! Russ: Liam's just giving these fans what they've wanted since O'Hare showed up in EWT 2 years ago. *Liam whips O'Hare into the ring steps & O'Hare goes spilling over them. Liam rolls O'Hare back into the ring & rummages under the ring for any weapons & other such paraphernalia; he emerges with a bin full of weapons in one hand & a large STOP sign in the other. He tosses the foreign objects into the ring. He picks O'Hare up in position for an Air Raid Crash & drops down on one knee, dropping O'Hare's neck on the other knee. Liam cranks on the pressure as he holds O'Hare in the "Celtic Knot". O'Hare's arms are flailing wildly. It looks like he's about ready to submit, but Liam drops O'Hare to the mat.* East: That idiot. He had the match won right there! Russ: I think Liam's looking for a little bit more retribution than that. *Liam takes the STOP sign & wallops O'Hare on the back with it. O'Hare writhes in agony. Liam grabs O'Hare's legs & twists the Coach around with "The Irish Shamrock-Leaf", driving his knee into O'Hare's back. O'Hare is mere milliseconds from tapping out when Liam releases the hold. He pulls a kendo stick out of the bin & rips the Northern Ireland shirt off Coach O'Hare. Liam tosses the garment to the crowd & begins whaling on O'Hare with the kendo stick.* Russ: Looks like Liam's about to do his impression of The Sandman! *Liam starts whacking O'Hare's bare back with the kendo stick. With every hit the crowd counts along.* 1... 2... 3... 4... 5... 6... 7... 8... 9... 10!!! *O'Hare's back is starting to look reddened, there are several large welts across it. Liam rolls outside & drags a table from under the ring. He slides it in & follows closely afterwards.* East: As if things weren't bad enough for O'Hare, it looks like they might be about to get 10 times worse. *Liam sets the table up & pulls it over near a corner. O'Hare struggles back up to his feet & takes a swing at Liam. Impressively, he actually lands a punch to Liam's jaw. Liam is rocked for a moment. O'Hare, his eyes blacked & swelling shut from being bashed into the chair earlier, takes another shot. Liam manages to dodge the punch & catch O'Hare by the wrist. He feints as if to Irish Whip O'Hare then drags him back, setting the Coach upon his shoulders. Liam begins climbing the ropes with O'Hare still on his shoulders. Liam takes a look out to the audience & dives off the ropes, executing a Swanton Bomb with O'Hare still on his shoulders right through the table!* Russ: I've heard about this. Liam calls this move "The Rick-Roll"! East: ... That's got to be the dumbest thing I've ever heard! *Liam stands again & looks down at O'Hare's prone form. He drags his former Coach out from the splintered wood. Before Liam can make another move a figure in a grey hoodie & black tracksuit bottoms leaps the security railing & runs into the ring.* Russ: Who the hell is this? I thought Team Ireland were banned from interfering in this match! *The person in grey floors Liam with a sick looking Spear.* Russ: That's got to be Shane Malone. Doesn't he know he's endangering his job out here? *The hooded figure picks a shocked Liam up & locks him into a Cobra Clutch before taking him back overhead with a Backdrop Driver! The referee makes to ring the bell, but the person grabs the ref & also drills him with the Cobra Clutch/Backdrop Driver.* East: Getting rid of the ref means nothing. If Toom E. Dangerously's watching this he'll can or suspend Malone for interfering anyway. *Liam is barely getting his bearings back. He runs for the figure in grey once again. The hooded person catches Liam & hoists him up for a Powerbomb before dropping down & hitting a Sit-Out Piledriver. The impact of the move causes the hood to fall back revealing...* Russ & East: A WOMAN?!?!?! *The woman removes the hoodie top & we see that she's huge. She has long, blonde hair tied back in a pony-tail. She has wide shoulders, her arms are large & muscular; she has a large tattoo on her right arm. A group of officials & referees come running down to the ring to put a stop to the chaos. The woman picks up the limp form of Coach O'Hare & drops him on top of Liam. The referees enter the ring. She shouts at one of them.* "COUNT!" *The ref drops to the mat & counts Liam O'Neill's shoulders down.* 1... 2... 3!!! *"I'm Shipping Up To Boston" cues up again.* "T.G.": Here is your winner... COACH... O~HARE!!! *The ref holds up the arm of O'Hare as the woman drags him back standing again. She's noticeably taller than the Coach. She grabs O'Hare by the shoulders & shakes him back to consciousness. O'Hare's eyes open again & he looks the woman in the face. A broad smile crosses his face & he embraces her. She puts her arms around him & lifts him up, spinning 'round & 'round.* East: Well, whaddya know? O'Hare kept his word after all. No member of Team Ireland interfered. Russ: Yeah, but this woman seems as effective as any member of Team Ireland & I bet O'Hare's itching to invite her to join them now. Just look what she did to Liam O'Neill! *The woman releases O'Hare & he exits the ring. O'Hare starts calling to "T.G." for a mic. Officials & medical personnel are gathered around Liam O'Neill. The woman advances on Liam again. Referees & road agents surround her & try to force her back. She bursts forward, shoving them all away in one massive display of power. She walks over to examine Liam O'Neill's fallen body. Liam is unmoving. She ruffles his hair & blows him a cheeky kiss before walking to O'Hare who now re-enters the ring.* O'Hare: [ Gasping] Liam... I told you... I told yeh I was gonna beat yeh. And... true to.. to my word... Neither, Aidan nor Sean nor Shane interfered. Now, you may be wondering just who this lass is here. Well, technically speaking, she's not a member of Team Ireland... as yet. [ Turning to woman] Unless yeh want to be; do yeh, love? *The woman nods.* O'Hare: Well, in that case, I'd like to introduce Liam, EWT & the viewing audience to the greatest, most talented & most beautiful member of Team Ireland, she really takes after her auld fella... my DAUGHTER... MAEVE O'HARE!!! *O'Hare drops the mic & "I'm Shipping Up To Boston" hits once more. The Coach beams as he & his daughter hug again before heading to the back.* Russ: His daughter? East: I can scarcely believe it either, Nick. Russ: The worst part is, it was a damn set-up all along! O'Hare outsmarted everyone again! East: "A set-up all along"? Why does that sound so familiar? Russ: But now I've gotta ask, what in the hell is going to happen next? *Maeve supports here father the whole way up the ramp. Once they reach the curtain, both turn as Maeve holds her dad's arm aloft in victory once again, pointing to O'Hare as he barely manages to keep standing.* *Cut to the next thing.*
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Post by hardcorehensley on Jun 26, 2008 18:19:15 GMT -5
The Samoan Submission Machine's theme music starts up.David Penzer: Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is scheduled for one fall, and it is for the EWT Ox Division Championship! Introducing the challenger, from the Isle of Samoa, and weighing in at two hundred and ninety pounds...SAMOA JOE! Joe makes his way to the ring doing his usual mannerisms. He's decked out in his black and orange trunks.
"Hit Em High, Hit Em Low" strikes next.Penzer: And the champ, out of Richmond, Virginia, he weighed in this morning at approximately two hundred and fifty-two pounds...HARDCORE HENSLEY! The Hardcore One bursts out onto the stage, bouncing about. He beats upon his chest, and roars at the top of his lungs before sprinting down the aisle. He slides in, but Joe immediately puts the boots to him. The referee removes Hensley's belt then calls for the bell.Mike Tenay: And we're off! Don West: JOE WASTES NO TIME IN GETTING HIS HANDS ON HENSLEY!!! Joe pounds away at his opponent, clubbing him viciously with his forearms. Eventually, he brings him up to his feet then Irish whips him across the ring. He bends over, waiting for a Samoan drop, but Hensley flips over him on his return. Joe turns right around into several stiff kicks that he never saw coming. He manages to endure them long enough to retaliate. The two trade their lethal feet momentarily until Joe catches one of his Hensley's. He holds him briefly, waving his finger at him. He goes to spin him around, but Hensley does a complete three hundred and sixty degree turn, clocking him with a spinning heel kick in the end. The champ springs up quickly, and preys on his opposition. Once Joe rises, Hensley charges at him. He leaves his feet, but Joe sticks him in midair then plants him with STJoe. Joe rests on the ropes while Hensley clutches the back of his head on the mat.Tenay: Both men catching the other off their guard early on. West: THESE TWO ARE WITHOUT A DOUBT THE BEST IN THIS BUSINESS TODAY!!! Joe yanks Hensley back up then Irish whips him again, this time into a corner. He stays on his tracks, and nails him with a facewash the instant he connects. Not looking to waste anytime, Joe quickly props Hensley up on the top rope. He tries to position him for the muscle buster, but Hensley fends him off with bows. Joe staggers backwards then Hensley comes off at him. Joe snatches him though, and kills him with a powerslam.Tenay: Yowzers! West: OUT OF NOWHERE JOE DESTROYS HIM WITH THAT POWERFUL SLAM!!! Joe pauses, considering a cover. Reluctantly, he takes Hensley back up top. This time, he goes up with him. Fans speculate a Death Valley driver, but Hensley fights him off again. He shoves Joe off, crotching him on the ropes. Hensley prepares himself as Joe sells with wacky facial expressions. Hensley flies off, knocking Joe to the outside with a leg lariat.Tenay: Down goes Joe! West: HE SENT HIM ALL THE WAY OUT OF THE RING WITH THAT KICK!!! An "E-DUB-T" chant begins. Joe pulls himself up, courtesy of the guardrail, but he has no time to kill as Hensley rolls over the top rope at him. He hits Joe square-on, and they crash against the barricade. Fans at ringside slap it, carrying their chants even louder.Tenay: Are you listening to these fans, Don! West: WHO ISN'T LISTENING TO THESE FANS THEY'RE SEEING THE BEST ACTION EVER AND IT'S JUST BEGINNING!!! Both competitors make it up at the same time. They start trading slaps, but neither is very effective. Joe opens up with his clubs again, and Hensley falls back. He corners him, and Hensley's just about out of breath. Joe hooks his arm, and suplexes him onto the floor.Tenay: Ow, poor Hensley. West: SAMOA JOE JUST SUPLEXED THE EWT OX DIVISION CHAMP ONTO CONCRETE!!! Hensley reaches for his back, crawling around. Joe gets up, and the ref is nearly done with his ten count. Not looking for such a victory, Joe drags Hensley back inside with him. He knees him in the groin then hoists him up for a tiger driver. Hensley's swings his feet in the air, but to no avail as Joe drops him. The landing is sick, and Joe smiles wickedly towards a cameraman outside of the ring before actually trying a pin.
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"Hit Em High, Hit Em Low" plays again.Penzer: Your winner, AND STILL EWT Ox Division Champion...HARDCORE HENSLEY!!! Tenay: What a match! West: THIS WAS THE GREATEST MATCH IN TNA IMPACT! HISTORY!!! Tenay: ... Hensley throws up his fist as his belt is rushed to him. He holds it up high then rolls out. He retires back up the ramp to the back, never looking back at the ring. Promotional video for the Crap-A-Mania Cinco DVD follows.
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Dave at the Movies
Bill S. Preston, Esq.
VINTAGE D-DAY DAVE! Always cranking dat thing.
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Post by Dave at the Movies on Jun 28, 2008 10:22:50 GMT -5
(The scene opens up in the gym of Bayside High. There is a big crowd of students and alumni. A stage is set up against a wall and Mr. Belding, his assistant Screech, and The New Class Varsity Tigers are on it. All three of the New Class Varsity Tigers are wearing their Bayside letterman jackets, jeans, and sun glasses. Mr. Belding gets up to greet everyone.)
Mr. Belding- Welcome students and alumni of Bayside to the press conferance for Bayside's favorite wrestling stable and alumni The New Class Varsity Tigers!
(The crowd cheers)
Mr. Belding- Now I won't waste too much of your time so I'm gonna hand over the reigns of this conferance to another Bayside alumni and my personal assistant Screech Powers.
(The Screech chant starts up until Screech gets up to the microphone.)
Screech- Thanks for that introduction Chief. It almost made me cry. Today we are here to announce the EWT signing of The New Class Varsity Tigers! So without further ado I introduce to you the high flyer of the group. Randy Stratton!!!!
(The crowd cheers as Randy Stratton gets up to the microphone.)
Randy Stratton- Thanks Screech. You know I wasn't always the biggest athlete here at Bayside. Hell I wasn't even always the best. But I tell you one thing. I had heart. Heart that no one in the EWT has right now. When I go up their with my unbelievable wrestling background and incredible high flying ability I'm going to show the EWT what heart really is the Bayside way!!!
(The crowd cheers. Randy sits back down as Sam Johnson goes up to the mic.)
Sam Johnson- Signing with the EWT has been our dream for years. Ever since we attended both EWT PPVs "Saved By The Bell" and "Saved By The Bell: The College Years" we have been waiting for this day. As you may know I am the powerhouse enforcer of the group. I have arms of steel and I'm sure I am stronger than just about anyone in EWT. When I go up to EWT I'm gonna dominate with brute strength and I will be the ultimate Bayside alumni lean mean fighting machine!!!!
(The crowd cheers. Scott Mason the Captain of the New Class Varsity Tigers goes up to the mic as Johnson sits down.)
Scott Mason- You know as the captain of the New Class Varsity Tigers I feel that it is my duty to represent Bayside in the best way possible. You see Bayside isn't just some small high school right outside of LA. We are a high school with fighting spirit that no one else has seen before!!!.
(The crowd cheers)
Scott Mason- When the New Class Varsity Tigers hit the EWT we are going to hit it big time with Bayside spirit. The New Class Varsity Tigers were always the greatest athletes in Bayside. We beat all the school records. None of you could even match up to us. Not even star wrestler A.C. Slater!
(The crowd stops cheering and just goes silent. You can hear crickets making that silent sound. Scott Mason realizes he has lost his crowd and attempts to recover)
Scott Mason- And uhhhh......Bayside High Football RULES!!!!!!!!!!!!
(The crowd cheers again not realizing that it is the same ploy used form Bill and Ted's Excellent Adventure.)
(Fade To Black.)
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Sigma: Current SRW Champ!
Dennis Stamp
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Post by Sigma: Current SRW Champ! on Jul 1, 2008 0:19:19 GMT -5
Tony Schiavone: It’s been a crazy time here in the EWT as we have a few new champions after Crap-a-Mania. D’Zee the new GND champion, but the most shocking was Sigma losing the Toolshed title to John “The Lion” Valentine a few weeks ago.
Jesse Ventura: It was a bad case of mistrust in Sigma’s part. Sigma gave Richard Clay the chair to blast Mysth with, but Sigma got the brunt end of the chair, knocking him out.
Tony Schiavone: After that incident, Sigma destroyed the Minipax Offices and demolished Joe One. After a massive Powerbomb through the oak desk, Sigma took his contract, tore it up and shoved it down Joe One’s throat. Sigma is back on his own, but Minipax is on the prowl.
Jesse Ventura: Joe One made the declaration that Sigma was a marked man, and let’s see how he fares with Minipax breathing down his neck.
Tony Schiavone: With that said, let’s go to the ring.
(Bell Rings)
GMC: Ladies and gentlemen, our next contest is scheduled for one fall.
(“Wave of the Future” plays, crowd cheers)
GMC: From Palm Springs, California. He weighs in at 220 pounds, Kaz.
Tony Schiavone: Kaz has been setting TNA on fire as of late and now he has come here to EWT to battle one of their biggest fighters in Sigma.
Jesse Ventura: Kaz needs to rely on his speed here. If he can use that speed and agility well, he has a shot against Sigma.
(“Princes of the Universe” starts up, but is immediately cut off by a raving Sigma.)
Sigma: Cut the music. (crowd boos)
Tony Schiavone: Sigma, not endearing himself to the crowd.
Sigma: What I’d like to have right now, is for all of those pathetic little trolls known as Minipax. Pay very close attention. Because if you decide to mess with me, then you’ll suffer dire consequences, like what’s going to happen to Mr. Kazarian.
Tony Schiavone: Sigma, having some harsh words to speak on about Minipax.
GMC: From, Tacoma Washington: He weighs in at 267 pounds…Sigma!
Jesse Ventura: And Sigma is charging to the ring.
Tony Schiavone: He wastes no time going after Kaz as he lays in rights and lefts to the face of Kaz. Kaz trying to duck out of the way but Sigma is just wailing away on Kaz.
Jesse Ventura: Sigma is showing no mercy, as expected. He flings Kaz to the turnbuckle and just lands a big avalanche on him.
Tony Schiavone: Sigma is not showing any patience as he picks up Kaz and slams him down to the ground.
Jesse Ventura: This match could be over before he begins it. Sigma now climbing the top rope and and does a big splash on top of Kaz.
Tony Schiavone: Looks like he just wants to finish this match quickly and painfully for Kaz. He’s pulling him up and setting up for the Sigma Suplex.
Jesse Ventura: This will end it for Kaz if Sigma hits this. Tony, look up at the ramp and who’s bringing some hardware.
Tony Schiavone: Holy smoke, it’s Joe One. Joe One is coming down the ramp and he brought his trusty Taiwanese Cricket Bat with him.
Jesse Ventura: One is not too pleased with Sigma, and now Sigma is going to probably eat some wood.
Tony Schiavone: And it couldn’t have been at a more sneakish time as Sigma has Kaz all set up, hooks the leg, ONE FLIES IN AND JUST BLASTS SIGMA ON THE BACK OF THE HEAD WITH THE BAT!
Jesse Ventura: Sigma is out like a light and the ref calls for the bell. It’s a disqualification and Sigma will pick up the win. But he looks like he lost.
Tony Schiavone: You can say that again as One calls down the brigade and there’s Clay, Mystery and Indigo. Minipax as a whole is now surrounding Sigma and laying the boots to him.
Jesse Ventura: Sigma looks like he’s paying the price for destroying the office and One. Clay lifts up Sigma and nails him with the Killionaire Krunch.
Tony Schiavone: Seems like another beating for Sigma. One lifts up Sigma and gives him a front piledriver! Shades of Col. DeBeers! Sigma's down!
Jesse Ventura: Sigma’s gone and One seems apt to pick up a microphone.
Joe One: You think you know what you're doing, Mr. Williams? Are you trying to cross Minipax? We are the strongest force in the world, and a prole like you will not make a difference. I demand you face us with whomever you wish to ally yourself with, even though I imagine the list is short. We control the present, Mr. Williams.
("Shout" plays and the crowd is stunned, then boo Minipax)
Tony Schiavone: Well, the gauntlet has been thrown down to Sigma. Will he accept this challenge?
Jesse Ventura: I'm certain he will. It's only a matter of time.
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Post by MrBRulzOK on Jul 1, 2008 2:09:34 GMT -5
We cut to the ring, as we seem to be getting ready for the next match.
Announcer: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!
MVP's Theme starts up, as the crowd boos, the cocky, arrogant young man walking out of his inflatable entrance way, as he stops in the middle of the ramp and strikes a pose, as the usual pyro shoots up, before he quickly climbs into the ring, does his little dance, and finishes with the traditional "Ballin!"
Announcer: Introducing first, from Miami, Florida, weighing in at 252 pounds, Montel Vontavious Porter.... MVP!!!
MVP walks over to the side of the ring, removing his jewelry and such, as he awaits his opponent. He doesn't have to wait long, as Direction Perfection by Dragonland starts up, the booing getting even louder now, as a familiar hooded figure steps out from the back, with the Platinum Punisher in tow.
Announcer: And his opponent...
Chance: And his opponent... from the glorious realm of England... weighing in tonight at a usual 219 pounds, he is the greatest being currently in existence, as well as above anyone else who has ever existed... he is CHANCE....CONFIDENCE!!!
As he says this, Chance immediately lowers his hood and smirks, stepping down the ramp way, as he does his usual entrance, arm raising creating pyro and such, stepping up to the ring, hopping onto the apron, flipping inside, Platinum Punisher removing robe, pre match handstand, before looking over to Punisher and sending him to the outside. He turns his attention to MVP, as we notice there is a noticeable bruise on Chance's jaw. MVP seems to notice this and laughs to himself, which immediately kills Chance's mood, as he scowls, the crowd immediately starting up a chant. "You Got Knocked Out!" Chance tries to ignore it, as he heads to his corner of the ring, awaiting the start of this match.
The bell rings as this match is underway, Chance and MVP walking up to the center of the ring, going nose to nose, looking each other over quite closely, before backing off, immediately locking up. before Chance quickly takes his opponent down with a quick drop toe hold, floating over and locking in a side headlock. MVP quickly fights to feet, backing up off the ropes, sending Chance running forward, as he drops down, catching Chance as he comes back with a drop toe hold on, following by locking on his own side headlock, as he gives a rather cocky smirk, cranking on that neck, as Chance looks on with annoyance, quickly positioning himself, rolling himself into a handstand position, as MVP watches this, immediately locking in tighter on that hold, as Chance quickly wraps his legs around MVP's own neck, now applying pressure, Porter looking on in annoyance, as he tries to push Chance off, who gives his own smirk back, as Porter quickly gets to his feet, Chance then back-flipping off, before hitting a quick spinning wheel kick, taking MVP down! He quickly drops atop for the cover. 1....2....
MVP kicks out. Chance looks rather annoyed, as Porter sits up, rubbing his face slightly, as Chance quickly aims a kick to the face, MVP however rolling back, getting to his feet, then charging in and hitting a falling clothesline, as Chance gasps in pain, clutching at his still hurting jaw, as MVP presses a forearm down on the area, making a pin of his own. 1.....2....
Chance kicks out. MVP quickly sits him up, applying a chin lock, doing further damage, as he cranks away on that jaw, Chance cringing in pain, as he reaches back, quickly nailing a quick series of elbows to the face, then rising to his feet, taking MVP down with a snap headlock take over, quickly going back to work on that neck. MVP however quickly fights back, now using his own legs, wrapping them around Chance's throat, as the arrogant young man looks on with annoyance, cranking even harder on that neck, as MVP starts delivering a few blows to the back of the head, loosening Chance's grip, as he lets go of that neck, quickly rolling away, as he grasps his neck, looking on quite impressed, as MVP looks back and rises to his feet, Chance following slowly, as he rubs at the back of his head, before both men lunge back in, locking up once more. Chance quickly goes behind MVP, holding him around the waist, only for him to hit a quick elbow to the side of the head, switching back behind Chance, as he hoists him up, dropping him with a Back Suplex! Chance grasps the back of his head again, as MVP starts stomping across his fallen opponent, sending Chance rolling out of the ring. He clutches again at the back of his head, turning around, as MVP charges in, looking for a baseball slide! Chance however moves out of the way, then as MVP lands on his feet, hits a high dropkick, nailing him in the back of the head and sending him stumbling into the steel steps! He gasps in pain, clutching his face, as Chance looks on with annoyance, backing up and hitting a running kick, booting him right between the eyes! MVP gasps in pain, as he clutches his face, slowly getting to his feet, as Chance grabs and tosses him back into the ring, then hopping onto the apron, doing a quick Somersault Leg Drop across the same area using the ropes, before making a quick cover. 1....2....
MVP kicks out. Chance looks on annoyed, quickly getting to his feet, then stomping down, twisting his boot right across Porter's face, as the crowd boos, Chance then pulling him around the neck, charging forward and hitting a face crusher, MVP rolling along the mat, clutching further, as Chance drops down, making another quick pin. 1.....2...
MVP once again kicks out. Chance looks on with annoyance, as he grabs Porter, slapping him across the side of the head blatantly, then whipping him forward, sending him him crashing face first into the turnbuckle! He grimaces, holding the area, as Chance backs up, charging once again, hitting a high dropkick to the back of the head, driving MVP once again into the turnbuckle padding, before quickly rolling him up with a school boy. 1....2....
MVP escapes. Chance looks on with annoyance, as he reaches down once again, sitting Porter up, quickly applying a face lock, grabbing and twisting on those features of MVP, as he groans, squirming helplessly in this hold, as Chance cranks away still, wrenching as hard as he can on his opponent, as Porter tries to escape, slowly pushing to his feet, as he starts trying to elbow his way free, Chance quickly stopping that, grabbing and planting him into the mat with a Reverse Russian Leg Sweep, Porter gasping in pain as his face hits the mat once again! Chance then grabs him by the head, scraping that face right into the mat quite harshly, before pulling him up by the hair, looking right into his face and saying something.
Chance: No... I am better than YOU!
He aims a blatant slap at MVP's face, only for it to get caught, as he counters with a knee to the gut, hunching Chance over, as he grabs him around the neck, delivering a quick series of knees to his own face, sending the confident one stumbling back, as he MVP finishes with a huge jumping knee, clocking Chance right in the jaw, as he quickly drops, MVP jumping atop him for the cover. 1.....2.....
Chance kicks out. MVP quickly gets up, dropping another knee across his face, before pulling him up, charging and hitting him with his face breaker knee smash, Chance yelping in pain, as he grasps once again at the area, MVP rubbing at his own a bit, as he drops down once again, looking for the pin. 1....2......
Chance manages to get the shoulder up. MVP looks on with annoyance, quickly grabbing him by the waist from behind, then spinning around and launching him overhead with a release German Suplex, sending Chance sailing, then crashing hard into the mat! Chance groans, slowly getting to his feet, as MVP looks at him, rubbing over his face, then charging full speed for his Yakuza kick! Chance however quickly manages to duck, then grab MVP by the leg, quickly taking him into a rolling School Boy! 1.....2......
MVP escapes. Chance slams the mat angrily, as he pushes back to his feet, then nails MVP with a nasty forearm! MVP stumbles a bit, then comes back with one of his own! Chance staggers back, but quickly shakes it off, launching another, followed by another, MVP catching this one though, delivering another quick knee, as Chance gasps in pain, doubling over, MVP then dropping down and hitting a spinning Capoeria Kick, nailing Chance right in the face, sending him back down hard! MVP runs over, quickly making another pin, hooking the leg! 1....2.....3
But no, Chance gets the shoulder up. Montel looks on in shock, as he quickly pulls the dazed Chance up, shoving him hard back against the turnbuckle, as Chance cringes, clutching his back, as MVP backs up, charging full speed once again, looking for that boot, Chance however seeing it coming, springing to the top rope, leaping off with a flying cross body, MVP however catching him in mid air, then flinging him overhead with a snap overhead belly to belly, sending Chance flying once again, crashing hard into the mat once again, as he groans, MVP once again, looking for the pin. 1....2.....3
Chance once again gets a shoulder up. MVP can't believe this, as he pulls Chance up one more time, setting him up for the Playmaker. Chance however quickly counters with a quick elbow to the stomach, then leaps up, hitting him in the back of the head with an enziguri! MVP grasps the back of his head, dropping down to the mat once again, as Chance groans, rubbing over his face, as the two men push slowly back to their feet. As soon as they do, MVP aims another forearm, Chance getting nailed once again, as he keeps unleashing these, backing him off against the ropes. He then whips him off, turning around and grabbing at him as he comes back, only for Chance to quickly slide under MVP's legs! He bends over, trying to catch him, Chance however quickly running up in front of him, then grabbing him for the Confidence Breaker, however MVP catching him in mid move, turning it into a spine buster! Chance gasps in pain once again... clutching at his back, as MVP grins, dropping down once more, looking for the pin. 1....2.....3
Chance once again gets the shoulder up. MVP can't believe this, as he gets up, arguing with the referee, insisting that he should have gotten the three count. The referee however isn't hearing it, as MVP sighs, turning back around, right into a Landing Dropsault! MVP goes down hard, as Chance lands on his feet, looking absolutely livid now. He quickly runs off the ropes, coming back with a low dropkick to MVP's face, as he goes rolling along the mat, slowly rising up, as Chance charges full speed, hitting a vicious Shining Wizard, nearly taking MVP's head off! A closer look reveals that he made his nose bleed, as MVP manages to look down, noticing this, as Chance quickly yanks him up to his feet, delivering a series of vicious fists to the face now, doing further damage, as he leaps up, hitting him right between the eyes with another dropkick, before nipping up, MVP slowly pushing up to his feet, as Chance positions him once again, snapping off and this time connecting with a Confidence Breaker, sending MVP crumpling to the mat. He then quickly runs over, springing to the top rope, delivering a Confidence Booster, then hooking the leg for the pin. 1.....2......3
It's over.
Announcer: Here is your winner...
Chance rises up and shoves the announcer away, as Platinum Punisher slides him his personal headset.
Chance: And your winner of the match... ME!!!
He immediately leaps back atop, beginning to assault MVP now with a series of violent punches, aimed right at that face, as Porter looks on in horror, unable to defend himself, as Chance motions over to his enforcer once again, who slips into the ring, carrying over what looks like a case of some kind, like you might keep eyeglasses in. Chance gets up, quickly opening the case, pulling out a pair of "Platinum Knuckles", slipping them on his fist, as he gives a sick smirk.
Chance: Hey Sammy... keep a close eye on my fist here!
He reels back, as Punisher hefts Porter up from behind, who is pretty much just hanging their limply, as Chance rears back, driving those knuckles square between MVP's eyes, as he drops almost instantly, as the crowd boos angrily, not at all happy about this. Chance however is quite the opposite, giving an even bigger grin.
Chance: This is what happens... to fools who DARE to think that they are in any way, shape, or form, better than me! They get proven wrong... Porter here, he had the gall to claim superiority over me, so I laid him out flat, just like that. Stardust... unlike him, I'm going to give you a chance to apologize. This week, I'm holding an impromptu edition of Chance Time... and YOU are going to be my guest, if you know what's good for you. You are going to give to me, what I should've gotten a long time ago... a public apology! You see worm, NOBODY humiliates Chance Confidence and gets away with it. So... unless you are willing to grovel at my feet and beg for forgiveness... I am going to make the rest of your time here at EWT a... waking... living... agonizingly painful NIGHTMARE! The choice is up to you... so if I were you, I'd be thinking about how to avoid getting my pretty little face smashed in... oh, and if you don't show up, then me and my friend here will come find you ourselves! You can most certainly bet on that!
Direction Perfection starts up once again, the crowd booing angrily, as Chance holds up his knuckled fist, giving a very serious and absolutely pissed off expression, as he motions to his lackey, who closes the case in his hands and nods, the two of them quickly making their exit, as the crowd starts chanting "You Got Knocked Out!" which just pisses Chance off even further, as we fade to commercial.
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Post by default on Jul 1, 2008 13:20:53 GMT -5
Zach Gowen's theme music picks up as he makes his way to the ring dressed in a pair of black shorts with black kneepads and a Mr. America t-shirt.
Lilian Garcia: Introducing first from Flint, Michigan... weighing in at 155 pounds, Zaaach Gowehhhn!
Zach Gowen slides into the ring and plays to the crowd a bit before heading to his corner. "Ain't That A Kick In The Head" by Westlife picks up as Sammy Stardust makes his way out of the back in a pair of shin length black boxing shorts with gold dollar signs and diamond on them. Stardust slides into the ring and points with his left hand out to the crowd, slowly turning around in a circle before stopping the finger at his turnbuckle and heading over.
Lilian: And his challenger... hailing from Las Vegas, Nevada... weighing in at 177 pounds, Sammyyy Starrrrdust!
The bell rings and Gowen heads to the center of the ring holding out his hand for a handshake. Stardust stares at the extended right hand for a second before grabbing Gowen's right leg and shoving him over with a shoulder to the chest in a modified single leg takedown. Holding on, Stardust spins Gowen around into a single leg crab. Stardust hunches down in the center of the ring as Gowen writhes in pain and struggles for the ropes. Stardust pulls the two back into the center of the ring and squats down further lowing his center of gravity and wrenches Gowen's leg back. Gowen begins tapping out and Stardust immediately releases the hold as the referee calls for the bell.
King: Wow, that was quick!
Cole: Yes, I don't think Stardust seemed too pleased with Gowen asking for that handshake.
King: Well, I don't think that Gowen meant to do that, you do shake with your right hand.
"Ain't That A Kick In The Head" picks up as Stardust calls for the music to be cut and then heads to the ropes, asking Lilian for the microphone. Stardust heads into the center of the ring and looks out as Gowen rolls out of the ring, hopping and hobbling to the back. Stardust shrugs and raises the mic up to speak.
Stardust: I'm sorry, but you'll have to excuse my speed. It's not that I don't want to be out here competing and entertaining you, it's just that I have a few things to get off my chest.
Stardust lowers the mic as the gears in his head are seemingly moving. After a pause, he raises the mic up and continues.
Stardust: First off, I wanna address Andy Duke.
The crowd boos at the mention of his name.
Stardust: Duke, I don't know what was going through your head last week. I don't really know what you were trying to prove or what you were trying to say. All I know is that I respected you and in turn, you showed me nothing but disrespect. Now maybe I was a bit crass asking for an extra five minutes at this point in my career. I do know, however, that these fans want to see winners. That's why there's extra innings in baseball, overtime in football and in boxing we had three scorekeepers and then the referee's decision. I'd have liked to have a referee's decision last week, but there's neither here or there as the past is the past and I've been trying my damnedest for the past 6 years not to live in the past.
So that just leaves the present and the future. And presently, I'm saying anytime in the future you wanna hook up and settle this with a decisive winner, I'm down.
Stardust pauses, wiping a bit of sweat off his forehead before he continues.
Stardust: Now as for you, Chance.
The crowd boos at the mention of his name.
I'm hard from hard of hearing and my vision's 20/20, so you don't need to go out and scream, yell, hoot or holla to prove your point to me. You also don't have punch people with brass knucks, your messages come in clear regardless of actions.
With that said, you haven't shown me any confidence, Confidence, just cowardice. Now you want me to come back on Chance Time... the same show where I knocked you out, with your permission to try, and apologize? Apologize for what? For knocking you out? That's not confidence or cowardice, that's just plain confusing.
Then again, as I mentioned before, maybe I am being a bit cocky considering I'm a rookie. I haven't been able to really grasp kissing ass, politicing, marketing myself, or a lot of other things that apparently go on behind the curtains. I'm used to training, studying, eating right, and even addressing the media and a crowd to a small degree. I'll also admit, I've been eating, breathing and losing sleep over learning everything I can over this sport, so I haven't exactly made much of any effort in making friends. Which might explain why I seem to be making enemies at every turn. So I'll tell you what, Chance. I'll take you up on your offer to appear on Chance Time one more time so maybe you can take this student under your wing and impart a bit of knowledge.
Stardust lowers the mic as the crowd boos. Stardust seems confused with their response but shrugs it off, holding the mic out of the ring as "Ain't That A Kick In The Head" picks up over the arena. Lilian takes the mic as Stardust heads back across the ring and rolls out, heading to the back.
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Post by SsnakeBite, the No1 Frenchman on Jul 2, 2008 12:27:00 GMT -5
Toni “TG” Garcya: LADIIIIIES AND GENTLEMEEEEN... the following contest is scheduled for ONE FALL! Introducing first... * “Leke Pehla Pehla Pyar (Sweet Honey Remix)” by Smita begins to play as The audience get on their feet and cheer in approval as they look to the entrance stage where Scrammy award winning “Best Couple”, “The Bollywood Big Shot” Mahavir Abha and Jasmyne step out from behind the curtain. With Mahavir wearing his standard yet always stylish casual clothing, Jasmyne is donning a traditional Hindu dress, only to strip it down to a tight orange tanktop and purple booty shorts. She does a little provocative dance on the stage much to the delight of crowd and of course, Mahavir, who grins as he watches his sweetheart shake her goods. Afterwards, Mahavir offers Jasmyne his arm, which she gladly accepts as he escorts her to the ring.* Garcya: Being accompanied to the ring by Mahavir Abha; from Bangalore, India… JAS~MYNE!!! *The pair enter the ring and pose to the crowd before Mahavir begins to give Jasmyne a pep talk about her match moments away. Seconds later, her entrance music fades out as the familiar tune of ”Hysteria” by Muse starts playing and the crowd cheers for the return of the sexually suggestive Girl Next Door, who appears at the end of the ramp, accompanied by her boyfriend. She is wearing a brand new wrestling attire, which looks like this:* Garcya: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome the French Connection! And the contestant in tonight's match... from Lille, France, accompanied at ringside by the Darkness in the Light, Mysth... “Sexually Suggestive” IVYYYYY ROSEPIIIIIIIIINE!! *Ivy happily greets the crowd, high-fiving some of her fans on her way to the ring, followed closely by Mysth. She reaches the ring and after Mysth gives her a few words of encouragement, she climbs inside the squared circle and gets ready to fight Jasmyne by getting into a shoot wrestling stance. Mahavir smiles and points at Mysth and the two superstar exchange words of respect from afar before Mahavir exits the ring. Shortly after, Garcya follows suit and the referee cues the timekeeper to start the match* *The bell rings and the match is underway and the two competitors start circling around. As they get close to each other, Rosepine goes for the first offense with a right hook to Jasmyne's cheek. As the Indian woman is a bit dizzy, Ivy capitalizes and boots her in the belly, then goes for a DDT, but Jamsyne shoves her away and Ivy ends into the ropes but manages to use them to remain steady. Jasmyne charges at the Frenchwoman, but is caught in a Drop Toe Hold which makes Jasmyne lean against the ropes. Ivy quickly gets up and uses her opponent's position to hit a 619 like maneuver. This display of technical ability makes the crowd pop and Mysth congratulates his girlfriend, while Mahavir shouts encouraging words to the dazed Jasmyne. Ivy blows a kiss to him then hops on the turnbuckle. She waits for Jasmyne to get up and she dives for a Cross Body and grabs Jamsyne's legs for the pin!* ONE... TWO... KICK OUT! *This is still too soon and Jasmyne kicks out without too much trouble. Both women get up and they quickly lock up. Jasmyne grabs Ivy's head and performs... a Personal Close-up! The men (and even some women) in the attendance cheer for this, and after a few seconds, Jasmyne lets go Ivy's head. Rosepine looks rather shocked from what just happened. Jasmyne gives her a sensual glance before blowing her a playful kiss. Ivy tries to refocus on the match and goes for a kick to Jasmyne's ribs, but Jasmyne is quick to counter as she grabs Ivy's foot. Jasmyne whips Ivy’s leg around so her opponent is now facing in the opposite direction. With Ivy looking the other way, Jasmyne continues to play mind games as she gives the French beauty a swift slap on the backside. Ivy lets out a startled yelp as the audience approve of the gesture. Ivy glares at Jasmyne as she seductively grins back at her before looking to her boyfriend, Mysth for some advice. Unfortunately, Mysth has been a bit... distracted by Jasmyne's antics and can't really tell her anything that could help her defeat Jasmyne. Ivy shakes her head and snickers at him before shifting her attention back at Jasmyne. The two femme fatales lock up and it looks like Jasmyne gains the upper hand as she sends Ivy to the ropes with an Irish whip. The two meet up at the center of the ring with Jasmyne preparing to connect with a back body drop, but Ivy is quick to counter and takes Jasmyne down with a sunset flip pinning predicament. Before the ref can even count the pin, Jasmyne rolls out of it and connects with a quick dropkick to the face. Jasmyne hooks Ivy's leg for the cover!* ONE... TWO... KICK OUT! *Jasmyne is quick to follow up as she drags Ivy up to her feet and forces her into the corner. She unleashes some chops to Ivy’s chest before licking her hand and delivering the final palm strike to the reddened chest. Ivy stumbles out of the corner and before she can recover she is taken down by a face-crusher bulldog from Jasmyne. Jasmyne again with the pin. ONE… TWO… KICK OUT! *Jasmyne forces Ivy up to her feet and looks to take her down with a backdrop suplex. As she lifts up her opponent however, Ivy rolls out of it and lands on her feet behind Jasmyne. As Jasmyne turns to face her, Ivy connects with a series of kicks to the upper thigh of Jasmyne, stunning the East Indian temptress. Ivy follows up with leg sweep that leads her to take Jasmyne down with a Shining Witch! Ivy is quick to make the cover. ONE… TWO… *NO! Jasmyne gets her shoulder up. Ivy is quick to capitalize on her weakened opponent with a series of forearms that send Jasmyne reeling backwards into the bottom right ring corner. With Jasmyne dazed, Ivy sends her to the top left ring corner, her back slamming against the turnbuckles. Ivy dashes towards Jasmyne, looking to connect with a charging attack. Her attempt is countered however, as Jasmyne gets her boot up into Ivy’s face, sending the French femme fatale into a daze. Jasmyne hoists herself to the top turnbuckle and measures herself up with Ivy before taking flight. She looks to hit the Bolly-Go-Round but Ivy is able to recover in time and step out of the way, causing Jasmyne to land hard on the canvas in a seated position. As Jasmyne tries to recover her aerial attempt, Ivy is quick to capitalize as she rushed over and rolls Jasmyne up with a magistral cradle. ONE… TWO… THREE!!! The bell rings as “Hysteria” plays through the arena speakers. Garcya stands and announces the official outcome of the match. Garcya: Here is your winner… IVY ROSEPINE!!! The referee raises the arm of Ivy, signifying her victory. Jasmyne meanwhile, is on her knees, still stunned at what just happened. Mysth and Mahavir enter the ring to meet up with their better halves; Mysth embracing Ivy for her win while Mahavir consoles the disappointed Jasmyne. After Mahavir helps her up to her feet, Jasmyne approaches Ivy and extends her hand before her opponent, offering her respect to the French athlete. Ivy accepts with an exhausted yet warm smile. Mahavir and Mysth shake hands as well, showing that neither have any conflict with the other from the result of the match. Mahavir and Ivy take their exit and head to the back, leaving the spotlight on Ivy as she poses to the crowd with her boyfriend Mysth.[/quote]
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Post by invaderdave on Jul 2, 2008 17:32:54 GMT -5
Backstage Dave is in his dressing room when there is a knock at the door and one of the backstage guys sticks his head in the room and says “Mr. Davies, your match is up.” Dave nods and the backstage hand shuts the door and leaves. Dave heads out of the dressing room---WHAM! Only to get nailed in the head with a lead pipe by none other than Bullz-I ! Bullz-I lifts Dave up and drapes the Champ over his shoulder and then heads out to the ring.
The cameras now switch to the ring .
Bonie Maronie starts up and Bullz-I comes out with Dave still draped over his shoulder, he tosses Dave into the ring and begins tom stomp away at him as the bell rings starting the match. Bullz-I beats away at the dazed Dave and uses every single move in his arsenal at least once on his opponent as he simply beats the living hell out of Davies—Davies chances seem to be going farther and farther down with each punch and it doesn’t look good for him in the least.
Callie Shaw then comes out to ringside and begins to cheer her man on as he just destroys Davies beyond belief!
Bullz-I goes for a Clothesline but Dave is able show a moment of possible comeback as he ducks the Clothesline and the referee gets hit instead—knocking the offical out!
Dave gets back to his feet and turns to Bullz-I mount an attack……only to have Callie Shaw jump on his back and grab him around the head. While Davies is struggling with Callie Shaw, Bullz-I goes outside the ring and sets up a table that butts up right next to the ring, then he sets up two twenty-foot ladders about a foot from each other. He then uses all his strength to lift another table up one ladder and lays it across so that it is suspended on each side by the twenty foot ladders.
Bullz-I then sets up a third and final twenty-foot ladder next to the table that is being suspended twenty feet high by the other two ladders.
With that done, Bullz-I reaches under the ring and pulls out a large handbag which he carries into the ring. Callie takes notice and jumps off Dave before getting in front of him,taking a karate stance and shouting “Hi-yah!” in Dave’s face. This gives Bullz-I the opening he needs and he pulls a length of barbed wire out of the handbag and wraps it around Dave’s neck three or four times. Bullz-I drives his knee into Dave’s back and pulls as hard as he can in an effort to choke Dave to death. The barbed wire easily cuts into the flesh of Dave’s neck and he starts to bleed but Bullz-I continues to choke Dave until he is clearly close to unconciousness.
Bullz-I then drags Dave’s body over to the table that butts up next to the ring and lays him across it. Bullz-I grins and begins to shout to the fans about how the Title will soon be his in a matter of minutes.
With that one cocky comment said, he then climbs the third ladder up to the table up above and then once he climbs onto the table he turns and pulls the third ladder up onto the table along with him and sets it up before climbing it to the top.
In the end, Bullz-I is nearly forty feet up as he signals to the crowd for a Moonsault.
Bullz-I’s playing to the crowd however is a big mistake.
Regaining just enough of his strength, Dave lashes out with his foot and kicks one of the ladders that supports the table high above-over and the entire ladder/table construction comes crashing down, as the crowd goes absolutely nuts.
Having just seen the carnage that has obliterated Bullz-I’s lead and possibly destroyed him as well, causes Callie to faint.
Ironically the referee meanwhile is just coming to.
Dave rolls off the table, and picks Bullz-I up to his feet and then plants him through the table with a powerbomb,Dave picks Bullz-I to his feet once more and tosses him into the ring before he leaps upon his opponent’s battered body and begins to beat the blazes out of Bullz-I.
It is now Dave who has the edge.
Dave is obviously fuming, not only at having been knocked out so easily, but at the extent of damage he was forced to take when he was out. Standing up from his assault, Dave yanks Bullz-I up with him. After three harsh jabs to the chin, Dave spins around, delivering his spinning back fist on a reeling challenger.
Kneeling down to pin Bullz-I, the ref groggily crawls over and starts his count, only reaching two when Callie, whom had herself come to, leaps onto the pin, and breaks it up. Dave stands up to meet her, and she answers with a rake to his left eye. As Dave groans in pain, Callie suddenly leaps onto his back, applying a sleeper variation, and holds on for dear life.
Dave staggers for a while, in simulataneous pain over his eye and the chokehold he was currently fighting. Then, without warning, Dave shoots backwards, falling back, sandwiching Callie between himself and the mat. Dave gets up unopposed, as Callie is out cold. As Dave walks over to his prey, Bullz-I shoots up into the champion, in an attempt to tackle him to the mat. The two begin rolling around on the mat in a fit of punches and kicks. In the meantime, Callie begins to stir, and rolls out of the ring, going to find a weapon to help her man.
As Callie starts slipping into the ring with a chair, Dave has Bullz-I in a piledriver position. As he looks across the ring to Callie with the chair, he drops Bullz-I, and eggs her on, daring her to charge with the chair. As Callie lets loose a battle screech, two hooded men (one wearing a red hoodie and the other wearing a green hoodie) leap from the crowd and into the ringside area. The red-hooded man slips into the ring, and catches Callie in the middle of the ring with a knee to the stomach, doubling her over for a powerbomb position. As the red-hooded man picks her up for just such a powerbomb, the green hooded man springboards into the ring, and nearly takes her head off with a neckbreaker, just as the red hooded man hits his powerbomb.
The two stand up, and Dave walks over them, a broad smile on his face. He quickly tugs off their hoods, and it is revealed, standing right in the middle of the ring, the returning Joel and Mike, the Nyrds. The crowd goes ballistic. Dave has his two former wards pull Bullz-I to his feet, and tandem Irish whip him in his general direction. Dave swings his arm as Bullz-I approaches, lariating him nearly out cold. Dave kneels down, and covers the challenger, as the ref, whom really seems to enjoy letting the rules slip quite a bit, makes the three count.
Dave his handed his belt, as the two Nyrds celebrate over their mentor's victory. Dave also calls for a mic, and addresses the audience.
"I'm sure by now you've all heard that Brian is done with EWT. He's my best friend, and I'm sorry it didn't work out for him, but as it is, he's left me without someone watching my back. So I made a phone call...well, two phone calls. My old buddies Joel and Mike were more than happy to come back, especially since so many of the people that challenge me just so happen to have their own back up. So I introduce to you, or re-introduce to you, the EWT audience, to my boys, Joel Nelson and Mike Hodgson, the Nyrds!"
Mike does his windmill dance move as Joel begins to do a poplock routine, which both men finish by throwing up their N hand signal. Dave rolls his eyes slightly, but lets it slide.
"So let it be known, to anyone in the back, if you think you're getting this belt so easily, and think you will be doing so with a little "extra help", then you'll have to go through my friends here."
Dave tosses away the mic, confident his message has been sent, and exits the ring with the Nyrds following him.
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Sigma: Current SRW Champ!
Dennis Stamp
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Post by Sigma: Current SRW Champ! on Jul 3, 2008 13:09:40 GMT -5
*Sigma is backstage, a bit banged up and Vile is with him*
Sigma: Figures that Minipax won't learn. One will rue the day he whacked me with that cricket bat.
Vile: Let me at them, Sigma. Let me prove to the world that nobody can destroy us.
Sigma: No, Vile. This doesn't involve you. This is something I must take care of on my own. You have to deal with Velvet Skye. Take care of her. You know what to do afterwards.
Vile: Right. I should go. I'm next.
Sigma: Kick her head in.
*Sigma then picks up the phone*
Sigma: You busy? Good. I need a bit of assistance. You scratch my back and I'll take care of your little problem. Good! We have a deal. Meet me in Vegas. See if you can't dig up your old partner. You'll be handsomely rewarded. Excellent. I'll see you in Vegas at the Bellagio. I'll be in the High Stakes Room with David Grey and Ted Forrest. Just tell the concierge that you're looking for Sigma. Fine. I'll see you there.
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Post by teamireland on Jul 3, 2008 17:22:52 GMT -5
*Deuce & Domino's music plays, whatever it is, & they come to the ring doing whatever it is they do.* Toni "T.G." Garcya: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, introducing first, at a combined weight of whatever it is they weigh, from where-ever it is they come from... DEUCE & DOMINO!!! *"I’m Shipping up to Boston" by the Dropkick Murphys cues up. Coach O'Hare walks out waving his Tricolour as Sean scoots out wearing his silver pants & waistcoat. Next out is Aidan, wearing a Tricolour over his head & shoulders.*
"T.G.": And their opponents, proudly representing their home country of Ireland at a combined weight of 396 lbs, being accompanied to the ring by Coach O’Hare- Captain Aidan Donnelly & "The Don Jaun of Donegal" Sean McCann, together they are TEAM IRELAND!!!!
*The Green, White & Gold pyro goes off as O'Hare raises the Tricolour aloft, as does Aidan. Aidan drapes hos back down over his shoulders before continuing to the ring. Aidan remains focussed on his way down the ramp. McCann is impressed by any chesty blonde in the crowd. The two men enter the ring. Sean slips off his waistcoat & Aidan folds up the Tricolour, placing it in their corner, and both members of Team Ireland prepare for the match.* DING-DING!
*Sean & either Deuce or Domino start the match. Deuce or Domino tries to do some move, whatever it is one of them might do & Sean counters it, pinning him.*
1...
2...
3!!!
DING-DING-DING!
Garcya: Here are your winners... TEAM IRELAND!
*Team Ireland return to the back while Deuce & Domino try to figure out who the hell they are & what it is they do.*
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MrBRulzOK
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Post by MrBRulzOK on Jul 3, 2008 17:41:02 GMT -5
(Ad for EWTSHOPAREA.com airs)
EWT ARENA – RINGSIDE
(“Direction Perfection” by Dragonland plays through the speakers as Chance Confidence is seen in the middle of the ring, seated in a leather chair among the props of his CHANCE TIME segment. The masked behemoth known as the Platinum Punisher stands a few feet away from notorious heel, appearing as motionless as the golden statue of Chance himself inside the ring. Dressed in a silk grey pinstriped suit with a maroon dress shirt and tie as well as a pair of Designer sunglasses, Chance scowls back at the jeering crowd surrounding him. He waits patiently for his theme music to fade out and audience’s boos to die down before he addresses the audience)
Chance: “In case you haven’t noticed, I am not in the best of moods right now. In fact, I suppose best way to explain it to you all—those of intellectually retarded—I am quite pissed off.”
(The insult draws some boos from the audience, which Chance replies with a glare behind the tinted frames of his sunglasses)
Chance: “You see, the last time the hottest segment in EWT history, Chance Time, was in session, it did not end in the best interest for EWT, professional wrestling and yours truly. For not only was it held in the world’s colon known as Mexico, my guest that evening committed a vile act that I refuse to describe in words. With that said, I have video evidence of the offense to show, so if the morons in the production truck aren’t busy splitting atoms, would you kindly roll the footage.”
(All eyes dart towards the ToomitronHD, where footage of the Chance Time segment with EWT newcomer Sammy Stardust knocking out Chance with a devastating punch to the jaw from Crap-a-Mania Cinco plays. The punch is replayed from different angles and slow motion. The final shot shows Chance trying to be revived by the EMTs as everyone shifts their focus back to the ring where Chance is looking at the video package in disgust)
Chance: “Alright, you know what? The multiple angles and slow-mo; wasn’t necessary, okay? That was completely uncalled for and don’t think Toom E. Dangerously won’t hear about this when he returns. The point is that I—a perfect host and gentleman, was the victim of a unprovoked assault from a man who should’ve been grateful for the opportunity I gave him. But that is in the past, this is as those boys on the ghetto say, is a “remix”. With that said, I would like you all to welcome my guest at this time, making his second appearance on Chance Time… Sammy Stardust.”
(The crowd pops as “A’int That a Kick in the Head” by Westlife begins to play while Sammy Stardust makes his way onto the entrance stage. He acknowledges the cheers with a nod and a wave before making his way down the ring, high-fiving fans with his sole hand along the way. Dressed in a standard tuxedo with the top button and bowtie undone, Stardust enters the ring poses for the crowd before taking a seat in the leather chair next to Chance and grabbing the microphone on the armrest)
Chance: “Before we begin, Samuel, I don’t believe I’ve introduced you to my associate here, the Platinum Punisher.”
(Chance motions over his shoulder at the 6’6” masked colossus standing behind him)
Chance: “He is here to insure that you don’t try anything like you did last time.”
(Stardust rolls his eyes with an amused smirk on his face)
Chance: “Now, I understand you are still new here; you’re still getting your feet in the door, learning names, etc., etc. Everyone—excluding myself, of course—makes mistakes. I get that. So I can understand if you thought my gesture of goodwill for inviting you as a guest on my show at the biggest event in EWT as a confrontation of some sorts. But, I’m offering you a clean slate; a new start, if you will. I’m able to put this little incident behind me when you apologize for the physical and emotional damage you have inflicted on me. I’m a forgiving man, Sammy; all you have to do is show forgiveness.”
(Sammy chuckles to himself while shaking his head before replying to Chance’s offer)
Stardust: “So this is what this is all about? You want me to apologize for knocking you out at Crap-a-Mania? Is that right?”
Chance: “Oh, thankfully you understood. I was afraid I would have to break out the picture cards to explain it to you.”
Stardust: “No, no, I understood perfectly.”
Chance: (smiling) “So we’re on the same wavelength?”
Stardust: “Absolutely.”
(Both men start laughing)
Chance: “So you are going to apologize?”
Stardust: (still laughing) “Nah, I don’t think so.”
(The crowd pops as Chance’s smile drops to a grimace while staring at Stardust, who in mocking manner wipes a fake tear from his eye)
Chance: “I really don’t think…”
(Before Chance can continue, he is interrupted by the halting hand of Sammy Stardust)
Stardust: “No, no, no, Chance, Chance, I get it. You’re right. I am still pretty new around here. I am still learning the names; the who’s whose. Though from what I’ve heard from the people I have met, the general conception around here is that you are an ass****.”
(A roar of approval follows Stardust’s statement and it isn’t long before a “ASS****” chant echoes throughout the arena. The barrage of insults and public humiliation seems to be finally getting to Chance, as he visibly tries to maintain his composure)
Stardust: “And as far as what happened at Crap-a-Mania, I’ve already put that in the past and I’m looking to the future in the form of EWT gold. And Chance, if you happen to get in my way, I’m just going to have to knock you out… again.”
(That proved to be the final straw for Chance Confidence, as the young Englishman shoots up from his chair. Not to be intimidated, Sammy Stardust is quick to stand and the two engage in a intense stare down)
“The Intellect” Nick Russ: “Oh boy, looks like things are ugly here!”
Jerome “The Lord” East: “And look at Sammy Stardust! He’s not letting Chance get to him, that’s for sure.”
(Maintaining his icy glare, Chance brings the microphone close to his lips and speaks to Sammy in a serious tone)
Chance: “Sammy… Samuel… you have no idea who you are talking to. I am a former EWT Heavyweight Champion. Former EWT Tri-State Champion. I have wealth, I have power, I have prestige. And you? All you got is one bloody arm and a mustache that is the equivalent of one found on a teenager in the first stages of puberty. Look at you! You are a sideshow freak! No different than the bearded woman and the midget with lobster claws. You belong in carnivals, not in my ring. What you did to me at Crap-a-Mania… that was nothing but a cheap shot. After I had the decency of going easy on you when I struck your jaw with this fist…”
(holds up his clinched fist proudly while staring at it in appreciation)
Chance: “This fist of iron that can break bone and draw blood; needless to say you are lucky that you haven’t felt my true power as of yet. As I was saying, you were pretty tough sneaking in a lucky shot at me at Crap-a-Mania, but here I am again, Sammy! Lets see if you have the nerve to hit me again!
(Chance tilts his head upward, deliberately exposing his chin to Sammy Stardust, welcoming him to take an open shot. Stardust however remains calm and doesn’t appear to give in to Chance’s taunting)
Chance: “What are you waiting for!? Hit me! Hit me now! Hit me in front of the Platinum Punisher! Hit me in front of all of these idiots who pity you with pathetic cheers! Hit me! Come on! HIT ME YOU BLOODY GIMP!!!”
(The audience gets behind Stardust, encouraging him to strike the former EWT Heavyweight Champion, yet the “One-Armed Bandit” relents for unknown reasons. Feeling that his enemy wasn’t able to muster out the courage to hit him again, cockiness overtakes Chance as he smirks “confidently”.
Chance: “As I thought. You know better than to make the same mistake twice. You know bet...”
(As Chance turns to face his recent rival, he is startled by the sudden motion of Stardust as he reels his arm back with a closed fist. The fear of being struck overcomes Chance as he falls backwards, his face white as a sheet. With Chance looking up at him in a frightened state, Stardust flashes his amused smile. Satisfied with seeing Chance in a humiliated position, Stardust proceeds to make his exit chuckling to himself along with the crowd as they laugh at the expense of Chance. Embarrassed for the 2nd time this month by Stardust, Chance erupts in anger, taking his frustrations vocally out on the Platinum Punisher)
Chance: “DON’T JUST STAND THERE YOU IDIOT!!! GET HIM!!!”
(P.P. makes a dash at Stardust before the former Vegas bouncer and amateur boxer could leave the ring. Fortunately, Stardust is prepared for the attack, dodging a clothesline from the platinum masked man. As the Platinum Punisher turns around to face Stardust, the smaller athlete utilizes his kickboxing background and lands a series of kicks to the back of Platinum Punisher’s leg, forcing him to a kneeled position. With Chance’s enforcer in a vulnerable state, Stardust connects with the Clark County Kick to the head of the Platinum Punisher, sending the big man to an unconscious state. Stardust turns his attention to Chance Confidence, who is backtracking into the bottom ring corner. Stardust approaches the cowering Englishman, ignoring the pleads of mercy from Chance. Just as Stardust is about to attack, an assured smile forms on Chance’s face that puzzles Sammy. Suddenly, the amputee feels the presence of someone waiting behind him. He turns around to face the individual, only to be taken down by a… CRITCALLY ACCLAIMED KICK from a familiar EWT face, who’s presence causes a uproar within the arena.)
Russ: “H-Hey! That’s RATINGS!!! RATINGS JUST TOOK DOWN SAMMY STARDUST WITH THAT SPIN KICK!!!”
East: “I don’t believe this! Ratings coming to the aide of Chance Confidence! This is insane!?”
(Dressed in faded designer blue jeans, a black silk dress shirt with the fleur-de-lis symbol on the back, Ratings brushes aside the strains of his golden blonde hair while bearing a smirk of arrogance before the booing spectators in attendance. He looks over at Chance—his Elite Perfection ally prior to his sabbatical—who smiles back as he stands to his feet. Stepping over the dazed Sammy Stardust, Ratings approaches Chance and the two shake hands, a sign that their alliance is still intact. They look back at Sammy as he slowly picks himself up, still feeling the effects from Ratings attack. The duo nod in unison and set their sights on Stardust. Together, they throw Sammy shoulder first into the ring post, electing a cry of pain from the Nevada native. Chance pulls him out of the corner as Ratings proves to the crowd that he hasn’t lost a step since the last time he was in a EWT ring, performing a backflip towards the top left ring corner. He crouches down and waits for Chance to whip Stardust towards him, before breaking into a dash at him. As the two meet in the center of ring, Ratings connects with his trademark running STO known as “The Finale”, slamming the back of Stardust’s head against the ring canvas. Even with the one-armed wrestler badly beaten and barely conscious, Chance is far from done as he and Ratings drag Stardust up to his feet. In his helpless state, Sammy is unable to defend himself from being on the receiving end of the Confidence Breaker by Chance himself. Standing over his unconscious rival, Chance gets close to Sammy’s face with microphone in hand.)
Chance: “Hey Sammy… (chuckles) …thanks for coming on the show.”
(With that, he slaps Sammy across the face that will don’t sting even when Sammy regains consciousness. Dropping the microphone, Chance exits the ring with the returning Ratings and the proceed to the back along with a wounded Platinum Punisher trailing behind. EWT officials and EMTs rush to the ring to check on the condition of Sammy Stardust as the camera fades to black.)
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Post by williamo on Jul 5, 2008 10:05:27 GMT -5
BACKSTAGE- EWT ARENA TRAINER'S ROOM *Liam O'Neill is being examined, Tiffany is by his side. The trainer checks his eyes with that little torch thing. Marisol Kaneshall enters carrying a microphone.* Marisol: Excuse me, Liam, Tiffany, how are you doing? Liam do you think you'll be able to compete in your match tonight? Liam: Look, it doesn't matter that O'Hare sent his baste of a daughter after me. I'm grand, besides which, it's only Kip James that I'm facing tonight, not like it's anyone... *The door to the trainers room bursts open. Coach O'Hare & Maeve forcefully enter. Maeve roughly shoves Marisol & the trainer aside as O'Hare grabs Tiffany from behind. He places the Hurley around her neck & holds her head up, forcing her to watch as Maeve decimates her boyfriend. Liam blocks Maeve's first punch, but doesn't want to hit her back. Liam blocks a second punch & Maeve headbutts him right in the middle of the face. Liam's nose is bust & gushing blood already. Maeve lifts up a disoriented Liam & slams him through the trainer's table. She grabs Liam by the hair & drags him out the door O'Hare forces Tiffany to come along & watch as Maeve takes Liam on down the hall, slamming his face against the wall. Maeve shoves Liam through a door & he collapses at the top of a staircase. Maeve boots Liam viciously & kicks him down the steps as O'Hare makes Tiffany watch. Tiffany can't even speak, all she can do is cry. Tears are streaming down her face as she runs down the steps to where Liam lies. His face looking more swollen already.O'Hare & his daughter walk off satisfied with their work as Tiffany wails & cries for some help..*
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Sigma: Current SRW Champ!
Dennis Stamp
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Post by Sigma: Current SRW Champ! on Jul 5, 2008 20:39:07 GMT -5
Tony Schiavone: Ladies and gentlemen, one of the fastest rising stars in EWT today is Vile. She came in just 2 months ago and has caused havoc on various people. Now she’s turned her attention to the GND division.
Jesse Ventura: Vile has the skills and the techniques to run wild on EWT. She seems to be following in Sigma’s footsteps by taking the don’t care way of going about things.
Tony Schiavone: Well, she kind of needs to care tonight. She’s up against Velvet Skye. The owner of EWT; Toom E. Dangerously states that neither Sigma nor Angelina Love will be able to be at ringside.
Jesse Ventura: That hurts Velvet more than Vile. Vile can go by herself often, but Velvet is kind of dependant on Angelina.
Tony Schiavone: Well, let’s head down to the ring for this encounter.
(bell rings, “Beautiful People” Plays, crowd is silent)
GMC: Ladies and gentlemen, our next contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first; representing the Beautiful People, Velvet Skye.
Tony Schiavone: One of the members of the Beautiful People, Velvet Skye actually requested a match in EWT, and low and behold, Vile gets the nod to fight Velvet Skye.
Jesse Ventura: Velvet better keep her wits about her, otherwise she’s going to end up with a broken neck.
(“Goodbye Blood and Rose” plays, crowd boos)
GMC: And her opponent, from Parts Unknown. Vile!
Tony Schiavone: Vile now approaches the ring in her trademark blank stare. But then again, she’s a lucha libre and that mask kinda strikes fear into her opponents.
Jesse Ventura: Vile is one of those female wrestlers who put substance over the style. She will always be one who will snap your head off and use it for a soccer ball.
Tony Schiavone: And not to mention her being taught by Sigma as well. That also gives her the mental edge against anyone that opposes her.
(Bell Rings)
Jesse Ventura: Not to mention the fact that she’s trained in other styles of wrestling like Lucha Libre, Puro, and Amateur wrestling. Like what Vile did right there with a double leg sweep floating over to an Armbar.
Tony Schiavone: Just a simple, basic combo that is rustic, yet effective. As Velvet Skye winces in pain and slides to the bottom rope to force Vile to let go of the hold, but vile refuses to let go.
Jesse Ventura: As the rules state, she has a count of 5 to let go of the hold and she lets go at 4. Nothing wrong with bending the rules a little bit, right Tony?
Tony Schiavone: Right. Velvet Skye gets back to her base and charges to Vile, but Vile just trips her up and bangs against the middle turnbuckle. Velvet Skye looks dazed and confused.
Jesse Ventura: Vile is on top of her game tonight. She seems to have everything under control. She lifts Velvet up and picks her up, setting up for the Vile Driver.
Tony Schiavone: The Vile Driver is set up and Velvet comes crashing down hard on her head. There’s the cover.
Ref: 1…..2…..3!
(Bell Rings)
Tony Schiavone: This match is over.
GMC: Ladies and gentlemen, your winner is Vile!
Jesse Ventura: There ya go. She had the match wrapped, sent and shipped out before the bell rang to start the match. There she is, just picking up Velvet Skye, and lifts her up and sent her crashing down on her head for the 1-2-3. Your winner is Vile.
Tony Schiavone: Solid victory for Vile and she's got a microphone.
Vile: I've been here a few weeks and after sizing up the combatants here in EWT, I have one thing to say. There is no competition here. The best talent here is a bubbly bleach blonde bimbo who can't even wrestle. Then there's this Jasmyne character who would rather drool over Mahavir and sleep with the other talent. I already said what was needed to be said about Ivy Rosepine. Amnestria is just a manager who won't hack it in this side of the business. So, there's nobody. Why did I even waste my time appearing? When I signed my contract and had to finish up my dates, the GND division was on fire. Now, there's nobody. If there's anybody back there that isn't beneath contempt, come on down.
*Vile waits a few moments*
Vile: Just as I thought. Nobody here has any backbone, or any drive to become great. I am the greatest female wrestler here, and nobo...
*"Ghetto Bird" hits, and the crowd surprisingly cheers*
Tony Schiavone: It's D'Zee, the EWT GND Champion.
Jesse Ventura: Well, Vile asked for someone with some backbone and drive, and out came someone with a lot of spunk and the title draped over her shoulder.
*As the lights flicker and Ghetto Bird fades out D'Zee microphone in hand heads to the ring*
D'ZEE: What's up EWT?
*The crowd cheers as D'Zee enters the ring, the GND title around her waist. She's sporting an athlete's hoody and training bottoms. She gives a quick pose to the crowd before turning her attention to Vile*
D'ZEE: Backbone huh? You talking about there being a lack of backbone in this joint? I don't know what you've been drinking but let me make one thing clear ... I am the backbone of this GND Divison!
*The crowd again suprisingly cheers*
D'ZEE: Hun, you talk about lack of challenge, lack of skill and talent. Well let me tell you that I am no bimbo from the Hollywood hills, no jibber-jabbering manager or some slut who intends on sleeping her way to the top! I got where I am by knocking out any man or woman that got in my way!
*The crowd is now into this*
D'ZEE: When I came back and then won this GND Title it proved that I really was on top of the pile. Yet, now I find you moaning about a lack of competion? Well sister! You wanted to pick a fight. You wanted to get rough! Then here I am!! Try me!!
*D'zee removes her hoody top and looks like she's ready to fight, those piston like fists ready to smash a hole in Vile's face.*
Vile: First of all, I’m not Catholic. Secondly, who are you to question about having any backbone? If my memory serves me right, you were too chicken to square off against former champion Synthy Eris face to face the first time and brutally attacked her from behind, steal her belt and then take out the useless Tiffany and claim to be the champion. As far as I am concered, you are nothing more than a paper champion by breaking the worst talent this company has ever seen. What do you have to say about that, paper champ?
D’Zee: As far as I’m concerned, the title is mine and nobody will take it away from me. Including someone like you, who doesn’t have enough backbone to take on others with that godforsaken mask on your head *Vile becomes cross*. I mean, who in their right mind would wear such a garish thing out in public?
Vile: I worked my ass off for this mask. Training on a daily basis with AAA in Mexico, then to Japan to train at the New Japan Dojo and finally over to Shimmer and beat down their talent to a blithering heap. This mask oozes respect, pride and honor. What did you do to earn that hood and trunks? Pay $19.95 at Dicks Sporting Goods to get that? Punch out a few bums in some gutter alley boxing ring? You dare disrespect true wrestling and gear again, and I’ll break your neck.
D’Zee: Pure wrestling doesn’t matter now. The people just want to see people like me beat down spineless, pitiful, ugly, prudish, and not to mention masked *Bleep* like…
*Out of nowhere Vile snaps and goes after D’Zee and they are rolling around and brawling.*
Tony Schiavone: Vile just snapped and has gone after D’Zee. Both women throwing rights and lefts to each other and just want to kill each other.
Jesse Ventura: I can’t blame Vile for snapping. I came from the Navy Seals where respect was earned and never snuck from behind to steal it, like D’Zee did with the belt. Vile has earned that respect by fighting all over the world. D’Zee won some contest to earn her EWT Contract.
Tony Schiavone: True and the staff has come down to pull apart these two. I suspect we have seen the beginning of a bitter rivalry here.
Jesse Ventura: This looks like a classic battle of the old school, work your ass off type of wrestler and the in your face brawler. Should be a good fight in the weeks to come.
Tony Schiavone: It should be indeed and we’ll be right back after this brief word.
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Tiffany
Mike the Goon
Don't ask me. I'm just a girl... aheheh, aheheh...
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Post by Tiffany on Jul 6, 2008 16:40:24 GMT -5
"It's Tiffany, Bitch..." *"Gimme More" plays as Tiffany makes her way out. She has no skip in her step tonight after what happened to Liam. She remains focussed on the ring for a change.* "T.G.": The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from Los Angeles, California, weighing in at 118lbs... TIFFANY! *Tiff performs no flips, cartwheels or even the splits as she enters. She has only one thing on her mind tonight.* *Roxxi Laveaux's music starts playing as she awkwardly shuffles towards the ring.* "T.G.": And her opponent, from New Orleans, Louisiana, weighing in at 140lbs, "The Voodoo Queen"... ROXXI... LA~VEAUX! *Unfortunately for Tiff, Roxxi is just as focussed after her head shaving a month ago. "The Voodoo Queen" gets in the ring & stands facing Tiffany before making some weird shuffling movements that freak Tiff out.* DING-DING! *Tiff charges right at Roxxi & is met with a strong clothesline. She falls to the mat before she actually hits Roxxi & the crowd boos her obvious blunder. Roxxi drags Tiffany back to her feet & places her in positon for "The Voodoo Drop". Roxxi jars Tiff with the move & covers.* 1... 2... 3!!! DING-DING-DING! "T.G.": Here is your winner... ROXXI... LA~VEAUX!!! *Roxxi leaves the ring as Tiffany sits up a little disoriented wondering what just happened. She doesn't have long to digest the situation as this song starts playing. After the 10 seconds, Maeve O'Hare & her father walk out. Maeve slides into the ring as Tiffany backs up. After seeing what was done to her boyfriend earlier, Tiffany has no desire to be this close to Maeve. Tiff tries to run, but Maeve grabs Tiffany by the hair & brings her close. Tiffany is whimpering in fear, but Maeve just shoves her down to the mat & laughs before leaving back up the ramp with the Coach.*
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Ratings
Dennis Stamp
Has a box of scraps
"YAY!"
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Post by Ratings on Jul 8, 2008 5:19:17 GMT -5
EWT ARENA – BACKSTAGE
Dressed in their casual clothing, the reunited duo of Chance Confidence and Ratings are seen walking down the hallway with the Platinum Punisher in tow. The pair that make up Elite Perfection seem to be in a positive mood as they chat about their recent activity in regards to the assault they gave Sammy Stardust last week.
Ratings: “How bad we brutalize that deformed plebe? Did he honestly think he could simply get away with such foolhardy and vile actions towards you?”
Chance: “Well, at least he knows his place now? Perhaps he should take up something besides wrestling. Like juggling… Oh… you might need two hands for that.”
The two as they continue down the hallway when they are suddenly stopped by a obese, balding man wearing a suit last seen probably in a 1970s thrift store that just happens to be about 3 sizes too small. The obese man—EWT’s newest backstage correspondent, Jumbo Mass—stands before Elite Perfection, breathing heavily and sweating profusely.
Jumbo: (panting) “…Mister… Mister Confidence… and… and… Mister Ratings… C-Can… I… get a mo… moment of… your time?”
Ratings: “What in the world is that monstrosity?”
Chance: “THAT ever expanding useless bag of flesh is the new backstage interviewer.”
Ratings: “He smells like tainted caviar mixed with urine.”
Chance: “An interesting combination, yet somehow I can imagine that it would smell like this. What do you want, piss-stench?”
Jumbo: (Still panting) “I just wanted… wanted to… ask… a… a couple… a couple of questions. A-After… After I catch… my breath…”
Ratings and Chance exchange looks and shake their heads in disgust.
Chance: “Fine.”
Ratings: “Make it quick.”
Jumbo: (Again, still panting) “T-Thanks… I’ll just be… a minute.”
Sure enough, a minute passes and Jumbo is still kneeling on the ground, wheezing every breath he takes; all the while Ratings and Chance grow increasingly impatient. Finally, Jumbo stands up, licking the sweat from his upper lip and resumes his interviewer duties.
Jumbo: “T-Thanks. I’m alright now.”
Chance: “How unfortunate.”
Jumbo: “Now, as I was about to ask; Ratings, you’ve been out of action since Seasons’ Beatings last year. Why did you pick this time to return?”
Ratings: (sighs) “That’s your big question? That’s why we wasted our precious time so you can catch your breath? Just to ask that question? You’re a catastrophe. But allow me to amuse you and the idiots of the world know as EWT fans. You see, a while I requested the services of one Chance Confidence to help me eliminate Maelstrom. While the end results were not what we had envisioned, I still respect him as a loyal friend and it was only natural that I return the favor in full. So when I was at my mansion in Palms Springs, watching some unworthy freak who looked to a victim of leprosy sneak in a cheap shot against my friend, I could no longer stand idly by and watch such havoc against people of our stature, of our class and of our nobility. I took great pleasure in assisting Chance destroying the body and mind of Samuel Stardust. And now—now that Elite Perfection has returned to EWT—our goal has remained the same; as has goal I made for myself since day 1: stand atop of this promotion. And the first step to fulfill our destiny is capturing the EWT World Heavyweight title. Whether it is Chance or myself, that title will be in the possession of Elite Perfection. Challengers take notice; for if anyone interferes with our objective, they will fall… and the ratings… will… rise.”
He glares at Jumbo before walking away. Chance is about to follow, only to pause and look at the announcer still short of breath.
Chance: “Where exactly did you run from?”
Jumbo: “T-The vending machine around the corner.”
Chance: “You mean the corner 20 feet away?”
Jumbo: “Yes.”
Chance: (rolling his eyes) “Shocking.”
Chance walks past him and off camera, catching up with Ratings. The Platinum Punisher follows, leaving Jumbo Mass in a pool of his own sweat.
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