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Post by Toom E. Guci on Nov 5, 2008 10:43:51 GMT -5
Announcer : LADIIIIEEEESS AAAANNNDD GENTLEMEEEENNN the following contest is scheduled for one fall!
*”Otherworld” starts plying and the crowd goes wild as four fireworks explode and Mysth appears on the stage, spreading his arms and bringing his chest out. As usual, Ivy is accompanying him.*
Announcer : Introducing first, hailing from Strasbourg, France and weighing in at 219 lbs, he is EWT's Best Kept Secret, the Darkness in the Light... This... iiiissss... MMMYYYYYYSSSSSTTHHH!!
*Mysth high fives the fans who cheer for him and points at several signs encouraging him. He makes his way to the ring and clutches the ropes with his arms while facing the ramp. He looks at several crowd members and points at some of them before screaming as pyros go off at each turnbuckle. He then gets inside the ring as Ivy Rosepine is at ringside. After a few seconds, the music fades away*
*'Apocalypse Please' begins to play as the fans go wild.*
Announcer: Aaaand his opponent, hailing from the depths of the sea, weighing in at 287lbs... he is MMAAEEELLSSSTRROOOOMMM!!
*The music really kicks in and as the pyro explodes out walks Maelstrom, determined he briefly motions to the crowd before heading to the ring. He enters and faces off with Mysth.*
DING DING!
*The match starts and the two men just keep staring at each other, none of them seeming to be impressed by the other. The two men approach each other, still staring, when out of the blue, Maelstrom throws a right hand right into Mysth's cheek. This makes the Frenchman stumble a bit, and Maelstrom Irish whips him. He prepares a Powerslam, but Mysth makes the most of the momentum and strikes Maelstrom with a Shining Wizard. Mysth tries to capitalize with a Front Facelock, but since submissions aren't exactly his specialty, Maelstrom easily gets out of it before Mysth can start applying any pressure. Maelstrom boots Mysth in the stomach then hits him with a DDT! Maelstrom then picks up Mysth and sets him up for a Suplex, but Mysth starts punching Maelstrom in the belly. However, considering his build, it doesn't affect Maelstrom as much as Mysth would have hoped, and the masked man gets suplexed! Maelstrom then drags his opponent to the middle of the ring and covers, but Mysth immediately gets a shoulder up.
They both get up but Maelstrom sends Mysth right back to the mat with a Clothesline! Then, he climbs the nearest turnbuckle and after a taunt, he dives for an Elbow Drop! But Mysth rolls out of the way! Maelstrom hurt his shoulder and Mysth now has some time to recover. Mysth is resting against the ropes, maelstrom gets up and charges madly at him! Mysth instinctively ducks and pulls the top rope, making Maelstrom go over the rope and fall outside the ring! After that, Mysth climbs the turnbuckle and as Maelstrom gets back up, he jumps for a Diving Clothesline! The two of them are now lying on the concrete floor as the referee starts counting. At 3, they are already up, but Mysth is faster and hops on the barricade for a Moonsault on Maelstrom, who catches his opponent in mid-air and slams him into the barricade! At the count of 5, Maelstrom is back in the ring and poses, as Ivy Rosepine checks on her boyfriend and encourages him to continue. After she gives him a piece of advice, Mysth slides back into the ring. He and Maelstrom are now circling around, trying to find the best way to take the advantage. They lock up and Maelstrom manages to turn Mysth around for a Back Suplex, but Mysth manages to get out of the move and land behind Maelstrom, hop on his shoulders, spin around and perform a Hurracanrana,holding Maelstrom' s legs for the pin attempt!*
ONE...
TWO... KICKED OUT!
*They get up and Maelstrom grabs Mysth for a Bodyslam! Maelstrom then approaches Mysth to pick him up, but he rolls back between Maelstrom's legs. He gets back up, Maelstrom turns around as Mysth charges and jumps in order to be high enough to take the big man down with a Clothesline! Mysth then raises the roof to get the crowd behind him. Maelstrom makes it to a knelt position and before he can completely get back up, Mysth hops on the second rope and goes for a Springboard Tornado DDT! Mysth capitalizes and climbs the nearest turnbuckle, before dicing for a Shooting Star Press! Maelstrom lift his knees! Mysth almost destroys his ribcage against them! Maelstrom gets up and places Mysth on his right shoulder, before smashing him against one of the turnbuckles! Maelstrom keeps his opponent in his arms and climbs the turnbuckle. He bends back and performs a Super Fall Away Slam!! Mysth is writhing in pain, and it's not over as Maelstrom strikes him with an Elbow Drop from the turnbuckle! Maelstrom covers!*
ONE...
TWO... SHOULDER UP!
*Maelstrom slams the mat with his fists in anger. He grabs Mysth and Irish whips him in a corner. He runs at the Frenchman for an Elbow Strike, but he only get greeted with Mysth's boot. This isn't enough to make Maelstrom fall, but it makes him turn around, allowing Mysth to climb on the turnbuckle and hit Maelstrom with a Fame Asser from the top rope! Mysth goes on and locks in a Sharpshooter! Ivy, being better than Mysth at submission holds, shouts him instructions on how to use the move to its fullest. Maelstrom groans as he tries to get out of the maneuver. The crowd cheers on Mysth, but Maelstrom still refuses to give up. After some time, Mysth shows signs of fatigue, Maelstrom immediately notices this and makes the most of it. He manages to makes on of his legs slide out of Mysth's hands and turn around. Mysth tries to grab Maelstrom's leg to apply the hold again, but Maelstrom puts his boot against Mysth's masked face and shoves him away. Mysth immediately charges as Maelstrom is still on one knee and he goes for the Heavy Breaker!! But Maelstrom uses Mysth's momentum to turn the move into a Jackhammer for the pin!!*
ONE...
TWO...
TH – SHOULDER UP!!
*The crowd goes wild and so does Ivy for this near fall! Maelstrom is on his knees as Mysth is on all four. Maelstrom strikes Mysth with a strong right, and Mysth replies with a right of his own, and the two start exchanging blows on their knees, before the referee stops them, telling them to not use closed fists any more. The referee separates them, and maelstrom immediately charges and takes Mysth down with a Spear! He follows by grabbing a handful of Mysth's hair to bring him back up, and grabs his throat for a Chokeslam!! Mysth is lying on the floor but this time, Maelstrom wants to make sure Mysth is out, so he picks him up and prepares him for... the Whirlpool!! Maelstrom puts Mysth on his shoulders and starts spinning! He's about to throw him on the ground!!
But wait! Mysth manages to counter and drive Maelstrom's head for a DDT!! But Mysth falls hard on his back as he does this and both men are now lying on the mat! The referee starts counting for a possible double KO!*
ONE...
TWO...
THREE...
FOUR...
*Maelstrom is making it on all four.*
FIVE...
*Mysth is now on all four as well.*
SIX...
*They are desperately trying to get up*
SEVEN...
*Wait a second! Maelstrom collapses! He's lying on his belly!*
EIGHT...
*Mysth is on oen knee! The victory is within reach! The crowd and Ivy encourage him!*
NINE...
*But he collapses as well, having lost all his strengths.*
TEN!!
Announcer: Ladies and gentlemen, after the count of 10, the match has been ruled a double KO. Therefore, nobody won the match!
*Ivy Rosepine goes to check on her boyfriend as paramedics come to the ring to see if the two men are okay. Meanwhile, the crowd members talk about the end of this match, either frustrated or pleased with the result, as we go to the next segment.*
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Post by Toom E. Guci on Nov 5, 2008 10:44:27 GMT -5
Announcer: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!
"I Want Your Sex" by George Michael begins pumping out of the Toomitron first, the crowd giving a rather nice pop, as the lights begin to lower, before suddenly, things are light up by a rainbow of pyros, the crowd cheering a bit louder, as the man known as Pinkmist slowly makes his way down to the ring, clad in his usual robe, with that bodysuit underneath. In tow, he brings his usual entourage, who all simply watch their apparent employer, staying as silent and quite as possible.
Announcer: Introducing first, from the Temple of Bliss, weighing in at 200 pounds, he is known as "The Sex"... Pinkmist!
The man soon stops in front of the entrance ramp, as almost immediately, his bodyguards all bending down, forming a human staircase for the man, as he slowly make his way up them, before vaulting into the ring. He then quickly makes his way towards the center, slowly licking his lips, before going into his usual pre match seductive dance, rubbing all over his body, before quickly whipping off that robe of his. He flashes a sly smile, clad in that bodysuit now, as he continues to dance to the beat of his entrance theme, before reaching back and slowly unzipping his attire, as he lets this suit drop down to the mat, revealing his usual ring attire. He licks over the palm of his hand, then blows the crowd a kiss, before making his way over towards his corner of the ring, leaping atop and simply lounging back atop the turnbuckles, as he awaits his opponent.
Announcer: And his opponent... making his EWT Debut, from a small town in northern Idaho weighing in at 251 pounds, Fred Fanatic!
"Ballroom Blitz" by The Sweet plays over the PA. Fred Finger comes out, wearing very loud and bright pink and green tights. He hears the music, and looks very angry about this. He is heard saying that this whole thing is "horse crap".
Pinkmist gives his opponent a rather curious look, as he rubs under his chin a bit, grinning rather widely, quite obvious that's he's rather interested in this Fanatic fellow. Fanatic doesn't seem to care, as he still seems to be annoyed about his treatment by EWT's creative staff. He simply steps towards the middle of the ring, Pinkmist eagerly following, as they meet near the center, awaiting the start of this match now.
Soon enough, the bell sounds, as Pinkmist and Fred Fanatic start circling the ring, before quickly lunging in and locking up, as Pinkmist immediately takes his opponent into a crisp arm drag! Fred pops back up, grasping slightly at that arm, as Pinkmist quickly makes his way over, quickly wrenching the area, Fanatic however fighting back with a simple fist to the face, as Pinkmist stumbles back slightly. Fanatic then quickly scoops him up, before slamming down into the mat! Pinkmist grasps at his back slightly, as Fanatic drops down, looking for a quick cover. 1....2.
Pinkmist kicks out. Fanatic quickly pulls him back to his feet, only to get a quick forearm to the face. He stumbles back, as Pinkmist immediately unloads on him with a series of kicks, battering his sides with those feet of his, as Fred staggers back, clutching those slightly, Pinkmist quickly bouncing off the ropes, only to charge right into a clothesline, sending him back down! Fred follows up with a few quick stomps across the face, sending Pinkmist rolling along the mat. Fred then follows after, dropping a quick elbow across, before looking for another cover. 1....2..
Pinkmist kicks out again. Fanatic looks a bit annoyed at this, as he quickly sits Pinkmist up off the mat, dropping down and quickly beginning to crank on his neck with a simple chin lock. Pinkmist feels that area being worked over, quickly fighting back to his feet, then elbowing free, as Fanatic stumbles back, clutching at his stomach, the flamboyant man then leaping up, hitting a dropkick right between the eyes! Fanatic goes down, clutching at his face, as Pinkmist then bounces off the ropes, before charging back in and hitting a second sliding dropkick, nailing Fanatic right in the face and sending him rolling along the mat! The crowd pops, as Pinkmist grins, rubbing over his lap slightly, before quickly looking for a cover of his own.1.....2..
Fanatic kicks out this time. Pinkmist notices this, as he quickly makes his way to the top turnbuckle, Fanatic slowly rising up himself, as he turns around, just in time to get taken down by the Love Missile! Fred looks on in horror, as the crowd pops for some reason, as the rather sexually crazed man wraps his legs around Fanatic's neck, before turning him over and taking him into a Skullsnork! Fred hits the mat hard as his face is driven right into the canvas, Pinkmist cackling quite happily as he drives it up and down into the mat. He then rolls back to his feet, letting go of that neck with his legs, before quickly turning around and going into a standing moonsault press, going for the cover again. 1.....2...
Fanatic kicks out. Pinkmist yanks him back off the mat, only to get a poke to the eyeholes, sending him stumbling back, as Fanatic quickly takes him up high, then driving him back down hard into the mat with a vertical suplex! Pinkmist grasps at his back in pain, as Fanatic plods over, rolling the masked man onto his stomach, then focusing a series of stomps across that back area, Pinkmist grasping further at his back in result. Fred then yanks him up from behind, before simply giving him a Northern lariat, knocking him back down to the mat. He then follows up with a knee drop across the spine area, doing further damage, before rolling Pinkmist over again, the masked man grimacing slightly, as he goes for a second pin on the man. 1.....2....
Pinkmist kicks out again. Fred looks a bit annoyed at this, as he quickly pulls Pinkmist up by the head, only to get another quick forearm across the face, as the masked man starts unloading with these across Fanatic's face, sending the newcomer stumbling back once again. He then quickly aims a spinning wheel kick, only for Fred to duck under it, Pinkmist landing hard, grasping at his back once again, as he rises back to his feet, Fanatic immediately grabbing him from behind, hoisting him up high, then taking him immediately into a Pump handle Slam! Pinkmist grasps once again at his back, as Fanatic smirks, quickly making the cover. 1.....2.....
Pinkmist gets a shoulder up this time. Fanatic looks quite annoyed with this, as he pulls Pinkmist to his feet almost immediately, sandwiching him between his legs and pulling him forward, now taking him up high into a Powerbomb! The masked man however quickly fights back, immediately unloading with a series of punches atop his opponent's head, Fred hesitating for a bit, as he feels the effect of these. Pinkmist then quickly swings himself down, wrapping his legs around Fanatic's neck, and taking him down into a Hurracanrana! Fred goes sailing, landing hard on the mat, as Pinkmist grimaces slightly, rubbing further at his back, but managing to push to his feet. However, as he rises up, Fanatic is back up again, charging forward and driving a knee right into Pinkmist's back! The man hunches over in pain, as he immediately grabs and pulls him down across his knee, now applying a back breaker submission. Pinkmist's eyes go wide, as he feels further damage being down to his back, the masked man rocking back and forth desperately as he bent down over Fanatic's knee. The newcomer however fights back with a few clubs across the chest, stopping Pinkmist in his tracks. He then pulls him down even harder across, looking intent on snapping the flamboyant fellow's spine! Pinkmist however continues to fight, as he endures this hold, before managing to raise his leg up, nailing Fred in the side of the head with a kick! Fanatic grimaces slightly, as Pinkmist aims a second one, hitting him once again, before following with a third. Fanatic angrily hoists Pinkmist up, before taking him into a back breaker. Pinkmist however aims a quick elbow, nailing him in the side of the head, as he stops, as the masked man then counters and takes him down with a midair bulldog!
Fanatic grasps his face in pain, as Pinkmist rolls over, crawling atop and making a quick cover. 1.....2.....
Fanatic kicks out. Pinkmist seems a bit surprised at this, rubbing again at his back area, as he pushes back to his feet, now waiting for his opponent to rise. Fanatic soon manages to do so, as he slowly turns around, just in time to get nailed with an Enziguri! He goes back down, clutching at his head, before pushing to his feet, Pinkmist meanwhile bouncing off the ropes, before coming back with a flying forearm, nailing him with ease and dropping him down to the mat! Fanatic groans, rising up once again, as Pinkmist leaps up, this time nailing him with a swift dropsault, landing atop of him as he comes back down for a cover! 1......2.....
Fanatic gets the shoulder up. Pinkmist looks down at him and grins widely, slowly licking his lips, as he seems to be moving in for the proverbial kill, clutching at his back slightly. He then aims a Superkick at his face, only for Fanatic to quickly duck under it! Pinkmist stumbles forward, looking a bit surprised, as Fanatic charges in, nailing him right between the eyes with a Polish Hammer! Pinkmist goes back down, clutching his face, as Fanatic looks down at him in annoyance. He quickly pulls the masked man up to his feet, hoisting him up high, then walking over, dropping him face first across the turnbuckle. Pinkmist bounces back, landing hard on his back, clutching further at it, as well as his facial features. Fanatic then pulls his opponent up by the neck, before yanking him over towards the turnbuckle, quickly setting him atop, and nailing him with a quick punch to the stomach. Pinkmist gasps slightly, as Fanatic then sets him up for a Superplex! Pinkmist however begins fighting back, quickly forearming his way free of Fanatic's grip, as the man grasps his face slightly, as Pinkmist quickly turns him around, then leaps over him, quickly burying his groin in Fanatic's face, rubbing it up against for a bit, then instantly taking him into the Hot Hot Hurracanrana!
The crowd pops, as Fanatic goes down hard, grasping at his neck, as Pinkmist grasps at his own back slightly, before rising to his feet. He then turns around, gazing at Fanatic as he rises as well, then charging forward, taking him immediately into the Look at This Press! Fanatic grasps at his face in horror, as he manages to push the masked man off of him, grasping at his neck once again. He then rises up, turning around just in time, as Pinkmist springs off the top rope, taking him into a springboard Blockbuster! Fred goes down hard, grasping further at his neck, as Pinkmist quickly measures his opponent, though grasping still at that back, before pulling him forward as he rises up, setting him up, then taking him down with the Orgy Driver! Fanatic flops hard into the mat as it connects, Pinkmist quickly kneeling atop his face and looking for the cover. 1.....2.....3!
Announcer: Here is your winner... Pinkmist!
Pinkmist slowly rises to his feet, grasping once again at his back, as he has his hand raised in victory. The masked man immediately grabs the referee, dipping him down and planting a huge smooch across his mouth, the crowd letting out another strange pop. Pinkmist then swings him back upright, reaching down into his tights, then slipping the man a card and saying something along the lines of "Call me!" He then makes his way out of the ring, as Fanatic meanwhile rises back up to his own feet. He stomps on the mat, and leaves the ring. On the way up the ramp, he pushes a camera man down.
We quickly fade to a video package for the upcoming Rising Star Million Dollar Challenge Match
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Post by Toom E. Guci on Nov 5, 2008 10:45:18 GMT -5
Announcer: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!
Direction Perfection immediately picks up on the Toomitron, as the crowd boos quite loudly, as the so called Career Killer simply steps out from back, no robe, no pyros, no hood, and absolutely nothing flashy about him. The man also has a new ring attire, a set of simple deep red and black trunks, with the initials "C.K." sewn across the back in white thread. He has a very serious look on his face, as he steps down toward the ring,, looking completely focused on the task at hand.
Announcer: Introducing first, from London England, weighing in at 219 pounds... he is the Career Killer, Chance Confidence!
Sum Guy: Chance Confidence scares me... I mean the new Chance Confidence, not the old Chance Confidence.
Curly Long: Heh, I gotta say... I like the guy's new attitude. Though to be fair, this was all because of that one armed freak Stardust. He's the one who turned Chance into... into whatever he is now. So credit to him as well.
Chance makes his way up the ring steps, paying the crowd no heed, who have started out a less than lovely F*** You Chance chant, as it seems they haven't forgotten about him putting Sammy Stardust out of the EWT. He simply steps in from between the ropes, walking toward the center of the ring and stopping, making a simple throat cutting motion as he develops a subtle smirk on his face.
Soon after he enters the ring, the old favorite Bodies by Drowning Pool picks up on the Toomitron, as the crowd explodes with cheers, the founder of the EWT Toolshed Division making his way down to the ring, a very serious look on his own face, as he looks at Chance inside the ring with contempt.
Announcer: And his opponent, from Birmingham Alabama, weighing in at 299 pounds, he is the Drunken Demon... Paul Podanski!
Curly: This one is personal Sums. Ever since Paul came back from under a mask... again, Chance has making his life miserable, mainly by taking advantage of Paul's crap shack burning down.
Sum: I didn't know that there were shacks made out of...
Curly: ... Paul is back now though and you can bet your britches that he is gonna want a little pay and back. In my opinion though, Paul should be thanking Chance for pulling his fat ass off the streets.
Paul quickly makes his way down toward the ring, no weapons in his hands tonight, as he seems determined to beat the man known as Chance Confidence with only his bare hands. He quickly climbs into the ring, heading over toward the turnbuckle and climbing atop, looking out toward the crowd, who give him a nice pop. He flashes them a slight grin, before hopping back down, face serious once again, as Chance makes his way to his own corner of the ring, simply motioning down toward his leg, flashing Paul a rather twisted sneer. Podanski looks back him with pure anger, as he readies himself for the start of this encounter.
The bell sounds as immediately Paul charges in, unloading a series of fists right across Chance's face, sending him him stumbling back into the ropes. He then quickly whips him hard off the ropes, then charging back as he bounces off for a clothesline! Chance goes down hard, grasping his neck slightly, as he rises back up, Paul immediately scooping him up, then following with a Scoop Slam to the mat! Chance grimaces slightly, as Paul immediately follows with a quick elbow drop across the face, before going for a quick cover. 1....2..
Curly: And Paul with a quick flurry of offense. Not the prettiest, but hey, it looks pretty damn effective to me!
Chance kicks out. Paul immediately pulls him back to his feet, only for Chance to quickly deliver a quick rake across the eyes, Paul gasping in pain, as he stumbles back a few steps. Chance immediately leaps up, nailing him right between the eyes with a dropkick, sending him down to the canvas with a thud. He grasps his slightly, sitting up, as Chance immediately bounces off the ropes himself, then coming back with a second rather vicious dropkick to the face, putting Paul on his back. He immediately jumps to his feet, turns around and snaps off a standing moonsault press, Paul however rolling out of the way at the last second! Chance grasps his chest in pain, as Paul immediately counters with an elbow to the back of the head, sending Chance down flat to the mat, grasping the back of there, as Paul immediately begins stomping away across the back of it. Chance quickly rolls off to the side to avoid this assault, as Paul immediately follows after him, yanking him back to his feet, before taking him into a vertical suplex, before dropping him down to the mat. Chance grasps his back slightly, as he gets back to his feet, as Paul follows quickly to his own, grabbing Chance for a second one, Confidence however blocking it with a foot, then nailing Paul right in the face with a forearm. He groans, stumbling back a bit, as Chance quickly follows up with a series of even more vicious ones, Paul grimacing with each, as Chance backs him off into the ropes, quickly sending him bouncing back, as he charges in for a Hurracanrana. Paul however blocks it, immediately going for the Paulerbomb, as Chance looks on in horror, quickly delivering a quick series of fists from atop, Paul stopping his spinning slightly, as Chance quickly drops down, exiting the ring to a series of loud boos. Paul simply looks on him from the inside, as Chance tries to catch his breath. However as he does so, he doesn't see Paul Podanski charging toward the outside and somehow vaulting over the top rope!
Sum: WOW!!!
Curly: Paul proving right there that spot monkeys aren't the only guys who can fly!
Chance goes down hard, as Paul crashes atop him, then immediately begins raining fists down on him once again, a loud Podanski chant starting to surge up from the crowd, as Chance once again guards his face, Paul however pounding relentlessly away with those fists, before rising back to his feet, holding them up with a grin. He then yanks Chance up off the ground, then hoists him up over his head in a military press, before dropping him face first across the barricade, sending him bouncing off it hard and hitting the ground once again! Paul looks down at him quite intently, pulling him up once again, then delivering a head butt to the face, sending him staggering back against the ring apron, as Paul immediately charges in for a shoulder tackle! Chance however quickly moves out of the way, as Paul crashes shoulder first into it, gasping slightly in pain. Chance immediately takes advantage, grabbing and wrenching Paul by the arm, then taking him up for a shoulder arm breaker! Paul yelps in pain, as he grasps at that shoulder of his, Chance rubbing his face slightly, now looking with that same look he gave to Stardust.
He immediately grabs him by the arm again, Paul however quickly punching him free with his other arm, as Chance quickly lets go for now, sliding back into the ring, as Paul follows, both men beating out the ten count. Paul once again starts punching once again at Chance's face, sending him stumbling back once again, as he eventually backs him into the turnbuckle. He quickly climbs atop, now raining down a series of punches atop Chance's head, as the crowd cheers and counts along. 1...2...3...4...5...6...7...8...9... Chance quickly manages to push him off before he can finish once again, as Paul grasps that arm slightly, giving Chance enough time to deliver a quick kick to the stomach, hunching Paul over, as he quickly springs atop the turnbuckle, then leaping off with a Mushroom stomp! Paul goes down on his stomach, grasping at his back, as Chance quickly rolls the man over, looking for a cover. 1....2..
Sum: Nice move there by Confidence. Will it be enough to put Paul away?
Paul kicks out. Chance seems a bit annoyed with this, as he quickly pulls him to his feet, quickly wrenching the arm once again, then delivering a series of kicks to the shoulder area, as Paul grimaces at this, but manages to catch Chance by the leg, quickly dumping him over his head with a back body drop! Chance grasps at his back once again, as Paul nurses that arm once more, before quickly reaching down, only for Chance to quickly pull him into a small package! 1....2...
Paul escapes. Chance looks a bit annoyed at this, as he rises to his feet, only for Paul to quickly scoop him off his feet, charging forward and driving him back against the nearby turnbuckle, Chance's eyes going wide, as he grasps at his back once again, Paul immediately following with a series of shoulder tackles, driving Chance further and further back against there, until finally he's seated at the bottom of the turnbuckle. Paul grasps once again at his shoulder, before he starts to give Chance a face wash, scraping his boot across his facial features, before backing up and coming back off the ropes, charging in for a vicious boot! Chance looks on in horror, as he quickly rolls out of the way, Paul stopping himself just before he crashes into the turnbuckle, as Chance quickly follows up with a roll up from behind, holding the tights for leverage. 1....2...
Curly: Nothing wrong with getting a little leverage, eh Summy?
Sum: Well... isn't that cheating?
Curly: Only if ya get caught.
Paul however escapes. Chance looks on with annoyance at this, as Podanski turns around, rubbing that shoulder once again, before quickly yanking Chance back to his feet, only to get a quick European uppercut to the face, stunning him slightly, as Chance quickly snaps off a successful hurracanrana! Paul tumbles forward, as Chance then walks over, grasping his back slightly, before grabbing that arm of Paul's once again, quickly dropping a leg across it, as Paul gasps in pain, grimacing slightly. Chance then grabs that arm and falls back, quickly applying a Cross Arm breaker! Paul's eyes go wide, as he starts to feel Chance pulling back across that limb of his, doing further damage to his shoulder in the process. He struggles to pry and pull him off there, but Chance refuses to let go, holding on quite tightly around that arm as he pulls back hard across it. Paul eventually sits up slowly, reaching over with his other arm and managing to punch Chance free, sending him rolling off to the side again, rubbing at his face. However, Paul is indeed starting to feel the effects even further as Chance chips away at his shoulder.
He rises back to his feet, only for Chance to quickly take him into a leg lace, dropping him back down to the mat, as Chance quickly floats over, grabbing onto that limb of his once again and applying another nasty looking submission, this time a Fujiwara Armbar. Paul grimaces in pain, as Chance yanks harder across that arm of his, literally trying to pry the thing off. Paul groans, quickly trying to push off to his stomach as Chance continues to yank away on his limb, the bigger man managing to do so, as he next starts to push back to his feet, Chance trying to hold him down to the ground though in stubborn resilience, as he quickly wraps his legs around that arm as well, anchoring himself to Podanski and holding him down. He groans, fighting still to get to his feet, as he now uses his strength with his other arm, scooping Chance up with both of them as high as he can, Chance looking on in horror at this, as Paul then drives him down hard with a spine buster! Chance grasps at his back in pain, as Paul sits on the mat, rubbing desperately at that arm, as he feels even further these effects. He pushes to his feet, as Chance slowly follows, Paul quickly grabbing him for something, only for Chance to fight out with a quick knee to the stomach, before taking Paul down once again with a jumping arm breaker! Paul's eyes go wide, as he feels the pain in his arm, Chance grasping his back once again, before climbing atop for the cover. 1....2....
Curly: Yeowch. Chance is going to work on that arm of Podanski's.
Sum: That's no good.
Curly: This is bad for the fat ass. Chance knows exactly what he's doing in there and if Paul doesn't do something about it, he's gonna be sharing a hospital room with Stardust!
Paul gets the shoulder up this time. Chance looks on with aggravation, as he quickly pulls Paul up, immediately switching to a standing arm bar, the bigger man grimacing in pain at this, as he feels Chance once again trying to rip that arm out of the socket. He struggles to fight out of this grip, Chance however having no intention of letting go, hanging on desperately to that limb, as Paul continues to try and fight back, now desperately trying to position Chance, quickly elbowing his way free, then taking him into a Backdrop suplex, Chance however flipping out of it and landing on his feet, immediately taking Paul's arm into a Hammerlock, as the bigger man grimaces once again in pain, Chance looking on with a rather satisfied smirk as he continues to punish Paul. The Alabamian groans, but reaches back as far as he can, smashing his posterior back against Chance's chest, doubling him over, as Paul quickly takes him into a Russian Leg Sweep! Chance grasps his back in pain once again, as Paul nurses further at his arm, before looking for a cover of his own! 1....2....
Chance gets the shoulder up. Paul rubs his head with frustration, as he reaches down once again, pulling Chance to his feet, who tries for a shoulder block, only for Paul to catch him in mid move, hoisting him up as high as he can, then charge forward and power him down with an Oklahoma Slam! Chance lands hard, grasping his back once again, as Paul rubs over his own arm, before quickly going for the cover. 1....2....
Curly: What a counter by Podanski there! Is it enough to put Confidence away?!
Chance once again gets the shoulder up. Paul can't believe it. He takes an opportunity to nurse that arm further, as he slowly gets back to his feet. Chance meanwhile follows soon after, as Paul charges in, clotheslining him with his good arm, sending him back down hard, as Chance groans, rising back to his feet, only to get scooped up and taken right into a Manhattan Drop! He gasps in pain, bouncing up and down, as Paul quickly bounces off the ropes, coming back with a big boot, Chance however rolling underneath it, Paul stumbling forward as he regains his balance, only to get taken down from behind with a high enziguri! He grasps the back of his head, as Chance quickly climbs atop, looking for the pin and hooking the leg! 1....2....
Paul gets the shoulder up. Chance looks on with silent anger, as he waits for Paul to rise up, quickly whipping him forward, only for Podanski to counter, instead whipping Chance into the turnbuckle back first! He grimaces in pain, as Paul charges in, only to get a boot to the face, sending him stumbling back, as Chance immediately grabs him by the arm hopping onto the second turnbuckle, then taking him into a tornado falling arm breaker! Paul screams in pain, clutching desperately at that arm of his, as Chance quickly climbs atop, hooking the leg once again! 1....2....3
Sum: OWIE!
Curly: That could end it right here. The question is, will it?
NO!!! Paul manages to get the shoulder up. Chance looks absolutely livid now, slamming the mat in frustration, grasping his back slightly, then quickly rising to his feet, now signaling for the end. He quickly sprints forward, leaping atop the turnbuckle, then off again with the Confidence Booster! Paul however rolls out of the way just in time, as Chance lands hard, gasping in pain. Paul starts to crawl over, nursing his arm slightly, as he drapes it across for the cover. 1....2....3
NO!!! This time Chance gets the shoulder up at the last second. Paul groans, slowly rising to his feet, as he rubs his arm once again, before reaching down, quickly pulling Chance up to his feet. then pulling him up once again, looking for the Paulerbomb! However, Chance quickly wriggles out, countering into a crucifix pin, as he rolls Paul up! 1....2....3
Curly: Very nice counter there by Chance. In fact, he's beaten Paul with this exact same move before!
NO!!! Paul escapes just in time. Chance rolls off to the side, panting a bit, as Paul looks over toward him, now making his way toward Confidence as he lays off to the side. However as he does, Chance immediately gets a boot up, kicking Podanski right between the legs, as his eyes go wide in pain, the referee missing this, as Chance quickly gets to his feet, grabbing and taking Paul right into the Confidence Breaker! Paul lands hard, as Chance quickly climbs atop, hooking the leg for a cover. 1....2....3!!!
Curly: Ow... right in the sweet spot!
Sum: Shouldn't Chance get disqualified for that?
Curly: Hey, the referee didn't see it, so I'm thinking... nope.
And thanks to these cheap tactics, Chance Confidence steals the victory.
Announcer: Here is your winner... Chance Confidence!
Chance rises to his feet, grasping again at his back, then looking back down at Paul laid out on the canvas. He forms another twisted sneer on his face, before quickly exiting to the outside of the ring. He walks over, quickly grabbing a steel chair from underneath the ring, as he quickly slips back inside the ring, sneaking up slowly toward Paul, who is still down on the mat, not fully recovered just yet. Chance manages to slip over toward Paul now, slowly raising that chair, then swinging it down hard toward that arm!
Curly: Hoo boy... this could be bad!
However, he stops in mid swing, instead shaking his head, as he quickly sets down the chair in the middle of the ring, giving a very serious look, as he quickly pulls Paul up to his feet, dragging him over toward the turnbuckle. He gives a huge grin, as he quickly hops atop the turnbuckle, rubbing his hands together, then leaping off for Confidence in Capacity! Paul however manages to throw him off in mid move, sending him crashing to the canvas! He grasps at his back once again, as Paul pants slightly, now reaching down for that steel chair himself, slamming it against the mat, then taking aim. Chance slowly pushes to his feet, as Paul immediately charges at him with it in hand. Chance sees it just in time, quickly sliding out of the ring and backing off again toward the back, as the crowd cheers loudly. Paul smacks that chair against the turnbuckle, simply motioning for Chance to come back, Confidence however having other plans, as he slinks off toward the back, a rather annoyed look in his eyes, as Paul smacks that chair against the turnbuckle again, grasping at his shoulder slightly as he does so.
Curly: And Chance tried to chew more then he could swallow there. And it did not pay off well.
Sum: Good thing he's quick on his feet.
Curly: Chance may have won the battle, but not the war. Something tells me this little feud isn't over just yet.
Sum: I guess we'll find out soon enough.
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Post by Toom E. Guci on Nov 5, 2008 10:45:42 GMT -5
Curly Long: I can't believe you just said that.
Sum Guy: It was a decent show!
Long: Oh my goodness-
Sum Guy: We're back on!
Long: Welcome back, folks!
"Hit Em High, Hit Em Low" starts up.
Lillian Garcia: Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Richmond, California, he weighed in this morning at approximately two hundred and fifty-two pounds...Hardcore Hensley!
Hensley rises on the scene in his usual fashion. He's donning his custom attire, and is in a hurry to get going. He charges down to the ring, slapping hands with only the occasional fan, and slides in. He hops up to visit one turnbuckle, raising his arms lazily then retires to his respective corner.
Long: Hardcore Hensley, chip shape, as always.
Guy: No comment.
Long: What's your problem?
Guy: Hello, don't we have any continuity around here!
Long: What?
Guy: He like kicked my ass remember?
Long: What are you talking about?
Guy: Forget it.
”Liverdance” by the Kilted Generation starts up. Lillian Garcia: And introducing the opponent, being accompanied to the ring by the Emerald Warrior, from Aberdeen Scotland, weighing in at 243lbs, Angus MacAngus!!
Angus walks out, followed by Emerald Warrior. He is stony-faced and barely containing his anger from recent events. He ignores the crowd and slides in.
Long: Angus MacAngus looks even more furious than he normally does tonight.
Guy:……..
Long: I take it you aren’t gonna pass comment on these 2 either then?
Guy: No. They beat me up all the time, I don’t want to even mention them at the moment!
After the referee has checked both men for any concealed foreign objects, he calls for the bell.
Long: Hensley/MacAngus, this ought to be interesting.
Guy: MacAngus has it slightly vertically while Hensley has it slightly horizontally!
Long: Where do you get your material.
Hensley and MacAngus measure one another up to begin, going toe to toe. They start jaw jacking, but the ref commands them to do their talking on the mat. Hensley backs off, and they circle around the ring. At last, they lockup midway. A test of strength seems to initially ensue, but Hensley suddenly targets MacAngus's arm. He turns it around, garnering a small yelp from the Scott, and flips him onto his backside. Hensley attempts to work the arm into a submission, but MacAngus comes back. A crisp jab startles Hensley, and MacAngus manages to gain the upper hand. He snaps off a couple of more jabs, but a fourth one is blocked. Hensley comes back with a haymaker of sorts, but MacAngus ducks. Hensley ends up spinning himself around in the process of the punch, and gets hooked into a suplex try. MacAngus gets Hensley up, but he merely flips out. MacAngus turns about right into a crushing elbow that knocks him towards the opposite side of the ring. He finds himself in a corner, but before he can react Hensley splashes against him. Without hesitation, Hensley skips back, and repeats himself. MacAngus collapses in the corner, and the ref orders Hensley off. Reluctantly, Hensley obliges as MacAngus regains his composure. As soon as he's up and out though, Hensley rushes him. MacAngus ducks a clothesline smoothly, but that turns out to be only one of Hensley's plans. He races up the turnbuckle, and performs a corkscrew to the fans' delight that obliterates MacAngus. MacAngus sprawls out spread-eagle while Hensley eagerly springs up to his feet.
Long: Little whisper in the wind imitation from Hensley.
Guy: No imitation, Hensley's the real deal.
Long: I thought he kicked your ass?
Guy: Huh?
Long: Never mind.
Hensley glares down at MacAngus, opting not to cover him. He yanks MacAngus up to his feet, and Irish whips him across the ring. MacAngus returns into a sickening back body drop that sees him ricochet off of the canvas. Instantly, Hensley pulls him back up, and whips him across the ring again. Hensley looks for a spinning heel kick at first, but MacAngus evades it. However, he eventually succumbs to a monkey flip that bounces him off of the ropes. Hensley springs up again, but MacAngus has already rolled out of dodge. He reaches for his back, trembling, grinding his teeth. Hensley checks himself then bounds off for the ropes. He soars over the top rope after MacAngus, but the Scott spots him. MacAngus catches him in a bear hug position. He takes off, and rams him into the nearest ring post. Hensley cries out in pain, slumping over his opponent's shoulder. MacAngus steps back then slams him against it again. He looses his grasp, allowing Hensley's lifeless body to fall to the floor. MacAngus stares Hensley down, ignoring the ref's demands to reenter the ring. Slowly, he drags Hensley up then whips him into the guardrail. Hensley's back greeting the ringside area is unpleasant to say the least. Hensley struggles to get up, but crawls over to the steps. MacAngus laughs at him then slides in and out of the ring to restart the ref's late count. Again, he waves off the ref, moving in on Hensley. Hensley is standing with one foot on the first step then the other on the middle step when MacAngus practically superkicks his head square off of his shoulders. The extension of MacAngus's leg draws many insane reactions. Meanwhile, Hensley crumbles over on the concrete again.
Long: Oh my.
Guy: Did you see how far he got up there!
Long: That's a good deal more than he's used to, I'm sure.
MacAngus restarts the count again, but this time heeds the ref's warning of a one more time, you're disqualified. He lifts Hensley up onto his shoulder, and tosses him into the ring. He follows suit, but pauses on the apron. He moves toward the turnbuckle, and scales the top rope. Almost the entire ringside area is on their feet for this. He waits for Hensley to make it up to his feet then takes flight. His vertical leap is indeed impressive, but perhaps too high on the contrary as Hensley has time to roll out of the way. MacAngus is barely able to land on his feet. Wobbly, he goes for Hensley, but is taken off of his feet with a spear that good ol' JR would've suspected had broken him in half. Hensley's fans come back with huge cheers. They chant him along, but neither man moves on the mat. When Hensley does actually show some life, MacAngus has already beaten him to it. He attempts another superkick, but Hensley catches him off-guard. He scoops up his leg then suspends him in the air, picking up his other leg, in a powerbomb. MacAngus's face goes awry as Hensley wings him down hard. The sound is deafening, but Hensley's cheers overshadow it in a hurry. Still, Hensley doesn't make any motion to cover him. He appears to go into deep thought, searching around the arena. He rolls up, and walks over to a turnbuckle. He glances over his shoulder at MacAngus, who definitely isn't going anywhere. In his traditional unbelievable display of athleticism, Hensley leaps up to the top rope in a single bound from planted feet then flies off backwards. He connects on a dazzling moonsault that awakens MacAngus into a whole new world of misery. Hensley sells himself short then hooks the leg, finally.
1...
2...
3-No!
Long: No!
Guy: No!
MacAngus's shoulder somehow sprouts up just before the three count. Hensley drags Angus up by his hair and signals to put this away with the Pizza Cutter, but Angus squirms out and knees Hensley in the gut then hits an elbow to the back of his head before roaring and swinging for a lariat, but Hensley ducks and connects with a neckbreaker. Hensley raises his arms and looks to the crowd with an almost bored expression on his face, and climbs a turnbuckle, looking for another high risk move. Only this time it is Angus who displays some stellar athleticism, as he jumps to the middle rope near the corner and uses it to spring off and waffle Hensley with a hook. Angus then quickly scales the corner with Hensley and grabs him for a T-Bone, but hooks his legs through the buckles. He hits the super T-Bone suplex but stays hooked spider-suplex style in the corner. Angus then sits up, quickly stands up on the top buckle and dives, connecting with a Scotch Stomp! Angus makes the most of the opportunity and goes for a cover.
1….
2….
Hensley kicks out!
Long: MacAngus is one tough customer, he’s absorbed all this punishment and keeps coming!
Angus’ eyes flash with rage, but he stays all business, striking Hensley with some mounted punches before grabbing Hensley’s legs and trying for the Flower of Scotland. Hensley wriggles around and ends up flipping Angus in an almost victory-roll style monkey flip, but Angus has an iron grip on Hensley’s legs and won’t let go. Hardcore Hensley kicks away at MacAngus, trying to break the grip, but on the 3rd kick Angus absorbs the momentum and drops back with a knee-DT, painfully bending Hardcore’s knee and ankle. Angus stands up and punts Hensley in the face, then picks him up and tries for the Saltire. Hensley elbows out and grabs a front facelock, which he tries to swing into the Pizza Cutter, but Angus pushes Hensley off. Hensley rebounds off the ropes looking for the Smear, but MacAngus sees it coming and performs a bizarre counter, almost leapfrogging but he comes down with his knees on either side of Hensley’s head, his weight forcing Hardcore to land in a Piledriver! MacAngus grins and immediately follows up by locking on the DYWSWUMK, trying to choke the life out of Hensley. Hardcore looks like he’sfading, and the referee starts to test by raising his arm.
It drops once!
Guy: No way!
It drops twice!!
Long: Hensley’s fading fast!
It dr-no!! Hensley stays alive!
The fans start to rally behind Hardcore, and he fights to get free. Angus still has the reverse triangle choke on tight though, but Hensley shows a freakish display of power, deadlifting Angus as he stands up, and somehow lifting Angus over his shoulders. He looks for the Death Valley Driver, but Angus elbows out, and goes for the Aberdeen Destroyer, but as he jumps Hensley flips him off and reverses it into a big back body drop! Angus crashes into the mat and Hardcore runs to the ropes, jumps to the 2nd rope and leaps off with a big flying knee attack, but MacAngus counters! Angus fell back with the move and absorbed the impact, and as soon as he hit the mat Angus rolls backwards and clinches in the Flower of Scotland! Hensley is hurting, his knees took a lot of impact there, but he crawls towards the ropes. He’s fingertips away, but Angus drags him back to the middle!
Long: MacAngus is relentless, he’s not going to give up any ground!
Guy: Hensley’s momentum flurry has started to fade, but he’s not one of the greatest ever Ox Division Champions for nothing, he isn’t done yet!
Angus keeps the hold in as tight as he can, and Hensley crawls again. He makes it to the ropes, but before he can get a proper grip Angus pulls him away again and sits back down in the hold! The fans again try to help Hensley rally up, and Hensley starts to crawl, before spying an opening and grabbing Angus’ ankle, tripping him” Hardcore grabs both of Angus’ feet and goes for his Boston Crab, but MacAngus uses his leg strength to overrotate Hensley, flipping him onto his back and Angus goes straight for the legs, twisting Hensley over and reapplying the Flower of Scotland!
Long: The Highland Horror is refusing to let Hensley out! He’s trying to snap his legs off!
Guy: Hensley’s biggest weakness is his mat game, and MacAngus is exploiting this. Hensley needs to try and get this match fast paced again if he’s going to turn this around.
Hensley fights the pain again, and heads for the corner this time. He’s inches away and Angus is starting to tire, he cant pull Hensley back this time and Hensley grabs the bottom turnbuckle! But as the referee tries to get him off, Angus wont let go! Hensley starts crawling up the turnbuckle, even with the referee’s count and the hold locked in! The higher he goes the more overbalanced MacAngus is, and Hensley ends up vertical while Angus falls forward. The moment the hold breaks Hardcore grips the top buckle and hauls himself up, slingshotting himself off it into a legdrop onto the back of MacAngus’ neck! Both men are exhausted, and Hensley struggles to get to his feet. Angus is up and goes to clip Hensley’s legs out from under him, but Hardcore keeps hold of the top ropes and uses it to help himself backflip and evade the trip, and catches Angus in a DDT! Angus’ head boiunces off the maty and Hensley battles back up, signalling for the Pizza Cutter! He sets it up, and As macAngus turns around he grabs him and hits the Pizza Cutter! He goes for a pin
1….
2…
3-no!!?? NO!
Long: Oh my goodness!
Guy: MacAngus just kicked out of Hensley’s finishing move!
Hensley’s shocked as Angus somehow slipped his shoulder up. He sighs and gets up, stalking MacAngus anew. Angus rises groggily, and Hensley goes for another Pizza Cutter, but MacAngus trips Hensley flat onto his face and goes for an STF! Hensley rolls and is able to kick Angus off, and MacAngus hits the turnbuckles chest first. Hensley goes to rush in but Angus sidesteps and slings Hensley backweards towards the buckle. Hensley jumps mid-motion and lands sitting on the top turnbuckle. He sees Angus coming and cuts him off with a punch, before gripping him in position for a top rope Pizza Cutter!!! He jumps, but Angus twists in midair and shifts position, swinging his arm across and connecting with what amounted to a Super Side Effect! Both men are flat out, exhausted, but MacAngus has enough wherewithal to go for the cover.
1….
2….
3-no! Hensley gets the shoulder up!
Long: This 2 men just will not die!
Guy: Very appropriate considering MacAngus just performed a move from Matt Hardy’s playbook!
Angus hauls himself up using the ropes, and picks Hensley up afterwards. He wastes no time, levelling the former champion with a lariat. MacAngus immediately drags Hardcore back up, lifts him and hits a hotshot onto the top rope, before keeping hold, rotating 180 degreees, and coinnecting with a Northern Lights suplex! He floats over as if for the Flower, but ssince Hensley prepares for it, Angus just stuns hi mwith a hard cross to the face! Angus tosses the hair out of his eyes and drags Hensley back up. He positions him for the Saltire, but as he lifts Hensley turns iinto a wheelbarrow, and as he bounces up grabs Angus with a Pizza Cutter!!! MacAngus smashes into the canvas and the rebound aids him in staggering back to his feet on drunken legs. Hensley is up, and the second the comatose MacAngus turns to face him, he hits another Pizza Cutter!!!!! Hensley makes the cover
1…..
2…..
3!! DING DING DING!!!
Lillian Garcia: Here is your winner, Hardcore Hensley!!
“Hit ‘Em High, Hit ‘Em Low” starts playing again over the speakers.
Long: Goodness! Hardcore Hensley just faced an incredible test, but pulled through with flying colours!
Guy: And the bad run continues for the Diamonds, that’s the 2nd loss straight now!
Hensley is lying on his back, exhausted, as the referee raises his arm from the prone position, but suddenly the official runs for cover, as the Emerald Warrior, quiet all match, flies through the air with a 5 Star Moonsault, devastating the tired Hensley!! Emerald Warrior is fresh as a daisy, and immediately picks the battered Hardcore Hensley up, and drives him down with an Emerald Fusion!!! Warrior then drags Angus out of the ring and helps him out. The 2 give death glares to Hensley, who looks back, half dazed, half enraged.
Long: The Diamonds proving to be sore losers as usual. They are getting angrier by the week.
Guy: But whatever happens ,the bottom line is Hardcore Hensley picked up the win. And now to our next match.
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Post by Toom E. Guci on Nov 5, 2008 10:46:42 GMT -5
(Bell rings)
The Fink: Ladies and gentlemen, it is now time for the $1,000,000 Rising Star Challenge!
(Crowd cheers)
The Fink: And here are the rules, all 7 participants will enter the ring and try to get to the $1,000,000 Briefcase that hangs above the ring. Whoever succeeds in this will win the contents of the briefcase equaling $1,000,000! So, without further adieu, let’s meet the participants for this contest.
(Bad Man’s music plays, the crowd boos)
The Fink: From a dark alley in your nightmares; he weighs in at 510 pounds. He is the EWT Tri-State champion, Bad Man.
Sum Guy: And here we stand. The Rising Star Challenge. Where all the champions combine to thrill our crowd. One of them will win the $1,000,000 prize.
Curly Long: And Bad Guy just might do it. Hell, I trained him to climb ladders when I was with him. He’ll do it. Just like the ladies want to do me.
(All about the Pentiums hits, crowd cheers)
The Fink: From Deep 13, Wisconsin; at a total combined weight of 343 pounds. They are the EWT Tag Team Champions; Mike Hodgson and Joel Nelson, The Nyrds.
Sum Guy: There we see the Nyrds. Always a fan favorite.
Curly Long: If you have an IQ of 3, then yes they are a fan favorite. They are just annoying.
(Rockefeller Skank hits, crowd keeps on cheering)
The Fink: From Atlanta, Georgia; weighing in at 200 pounds. He is the EWT OX Division champion, “High Energy” Charley Mac.
Sum Guy: HE entered quickly and won the OX Division Title. He is surely a great asset to EWT.
Curly Long: You’re only off by two letters, Sum Guy.
Sum Guy: That would describe you.
(psychoapeguy’s music hits, crowd cheers)
The Fink: From Parts Unknown, weight unknown, the EWT Toolshed Champion, psychoapeguy.
Sum Guy: Another crowd favorite in this match. Our new EWT Toolshed champion.
Curly Long: It should have been Bad Man. He’s more hardcore than this oaf.
(“Goodbye Blood and Rose hits, crowd boos)
The Fink: From her new residences in Las Vegas, Nevada. She weighs in at 171 pounds, the EWT GND Champion, Vile.
Sum Guy: She won the GND Title at Massacre through violent means and forcing D’Zee to retire yet again.
Curly Long: I’d love to take off that attire and see what’s behind that outfit. It may be a dirty job, but then again I’m a dirty man.
Sum Guy: Then take a bath.
(“Remedy” hits, crowd comes unglued with happiness)
The Fink: Finally, from anywhere he pleases: He is the EWT World Heavyweight Champion, Dave Davies.
Sum Guy: Always a crowd pleaser, Dave Davies, the most popular World Champion we have ever had.
Curly Long: Yeah, he won it through horrid means. He screwed over several other champions to get it.
Sum Guy: Will you be serious?
Curly Long: Stop trying to be Gorilla Monsoon.
(Bell Rings)
With the bell ringing, Mike and Joel decide to go after Bad Man, as he swats them away, but they keep on coming back. On the other side, Davies and Ape go after one another, which led to some stiff blows and kicks. Then Vile and Charley Mac go at it. Charley flings off the ropes and goes for a flying Shoulder Tackle, but Vile ducks it and he goes to the outside. Vile then dashes and does a corkscrew plancha over the top rope and lands on Charley Mac. Both of them go down hard.
SUM GUY: The high risk move has paid off early for Vile!
CURLY LONG: I envy Charley Mac; he's got the best position in the house!
The Nyrds decide to go low on Bad Man, and finally get him on his knees. Afterwards they do a double dropkick and Bad Man goes down holding his head. Ape flings Davies awkwardly to the turnbuckle, and Davies stumbles out of it and Ape gives him a vicious clothesline. Whereas on the outside, Charley Mac climbs up the steps and hits Vile with a diving clothesline. Vile gets up quickly, but Charley Mac brings her back down quickly with a side kick to the chin, bringing her down.
CURLY LONG: The action is heating up and we have yet to see any underhanded tactics.
SUM GUY: I'm sure they won't need your Help.
Joel and Mike turn there attention to Ape having knocked the Bad Man down, while outside Charley Mac is trying to crack Vile's head open with the security rail. Joel grabs Ape who was sending a few right hands into the jaw line of Dave Davies and lets Mike unleash a right hand of his own, they then proceed to hit alternative chops on the crazed Ape who backs up a little, Ape tilts his head and grins as more chops redden his chest. The Nyrds pause as if curious about the grin on Apes face only to find The Bad man grab a hold of both Nyrds and then ram there heads together. On the outside Vile is hanging off the railings as Charley Mac reenters the ring.
SUM GUY: Watch out Charley!
Charley has no sooner entered the ring only to find himself being knocked out again as Mike of the Nyrds is thrown into him by the Bad Man. Dave Davies has crawled out from the corner away from Ape who is currently trying to bust open Joel’s head. The Bad man turns to see the other Nryd and Ape doing battle and charges towards there corner crushing both men under his bulk with a mighty avalanche. Joel has taken the brunt of this and staggers out into a Mongolian chop from The Bad man knocking him down. Ape remains in the corner whilst Dave Davies tries to retrieve one of the set up ladders outside the ring area. This results in a blindside assault from Charley Mac. The Ox Champion and Heavyweight champion go at it.
CURLY LONG: There’s a potential main event for you Sum
SUM GUY: No doubt.
CURLY LONG: Don't Speak ... when the Midget King talks!
Meanwhile by the side of the railings Vile has got into an altercation with Mike of the Nyrds and tries to whip him into the steel post, mike reverses the Irish whip into a hurracanrana but Vile stops the high flying move cold with a sitting powerbomb on the outside. As the crowd catches the moment on camera the Bad man and Ape have finally crossed paths whilst Joel slides to the outside and slowly staggers to Mike’s aid. The Bad Mans sick face glistens with sweat his needle like pupils watching Psychoapeguy. Ape has a sick grin of his own face as he reaches into his pockets and pulls out a screwdriver. The Bad man fumbles under one of his folds and reveals his hammer. The crowd sensing blood get ready, The Bad man gargles what could be a roar as PsychoApeguy pulls at his hair and bandages. The two loons charge and collide with there weapons burying themselves into flesh, a frenzied battering ensues with serious gashes beginning to appear neither man apparently fazed by the pain. Ape eventually dodges one of the hammer strikes and grabs the waist of the Bad man and attempts a backdrop.
CURLY LONG: You know this is why I departed company with the Bad man
SUM GUY: Probably a wise move.
Over in ladder central outside the ring Dave Davies has caught Charley Mac with an arm lock and nails a northern lights suplex. Charley clutches his back as Davies takes the ladder and slides it into the ring. Davies follows and gets up in time to witness Ape lift the Bad man off the floor and slowly fall backwards nailing the immense 500 pound man with a backdrop, both men are down. Dave Davies shrugs at this much to the amusement of the crowd and sets up the ladder under the briefcase full of money. On the outside both Nyrds have teamed up and thrown Vile into the steel steps, they now have a ladder of there own and take it into the ring with them. Vile holds her shoulder in pain and struggles after them. Dave Davies is half way up the ladder as the Nyrds enter the ring; they are cut off though by Ape who is now back up.
SUM GUY: This could be it here. Dave Davies could become a millionaire right now.
CURLY LONG: Maybe he could buy some clothes that actually fit.
A clothesline here and DDT there and both Nyrds are down. Ape turns to find Vile attempting to climb the ladder and stop Dave Davies. Davies throws a forearm catching Vile in the face but she comes back with some of her own, they tussle on the ladder. Ape decides to act by pushing the ladder, which sends both climbers flying, Vile gets caught on the top ring rope while Dave Davies hits the canvas hard.
CURLY LONG: Ape has his chance now!
SUM GUY: He does indeed.
Ape picks up the ladder and swings it at a returning Charley Mac who has a chair catching him in the chest. Mac goes down as Ape sets the ladder up and climbs. Mike of the Nyrds has meanwhile dropkicked the perched Vile and knocked her to the outside, he follows up by leaping up and over the ropes cross bodying Vile in a display akin to HBK. The Bad man is now back up and waddles over to the ladder after stepping on Joel of the Nyrds in the process. The Bad Man grips the first rung as Ape is mere fingertips away from the Briefcase.
SUM GUY: Well it's the moment of truth Curly.
CURLY LONG: Can a ladder support 500 pounds is the real question.
The Bad Man steps up the ladder, a creak can be heard as the ladder struggles with the mass. Ape has a hand on the case but is cut off by the Bad man on top of the ladder. Ape tries to apply a headlock or something on the Bad man but ...
SUM GUY: No, it can't.
.. The ladder straining under the weight just can't cope and collapses as both Ape and Bad man hit the canvas in a lot of pain. Joel, who was looking to knock both of with a flying move after being stood on, now leaps off catching Ape with a leg drop from the top rope instead. Joel congratulates himself on the move only to be dragged outside by Vile who has been punishing Mike with a metal pipe. Charley Mac and Dave Davies are now back up to their feet and after a brief exchange of rights Dave Davies Whips Charley Mac into the ropes only to get caught with a flying forearm on the rebound. Charley Mac surveys the scene, vile and Nyrds are fighting on the outside. Dave Davies, Ape and The Bad man are all down and one ladder is destroyed, the other leans against a corner pad.
SUM GUY: Could this be the day Charley Mac gets rich?
CURLY LONG: I hope so he owes me five bucks.
SUM GUY: He does not!
Charley Mac gives the Bad man a kick as he grabs the ladder and sets it up in the centre of the ring. Charley notices Ape getting to his feet and swiftly nails a shining Wizard on the crazy toolshed champion. Charley satisfied begins to climb the ladder. While climbing, everyone sees the opportunity to get rid of Bad Man from the competition. Dave Davies and Ape drag Bad Man to the center of the ring, underneath the ladder. Upon that, both agree to go to opposite top ropes and nail 2 vicious diving head butts on Bad Man. As soon as that took place, Joel runs away from the pipe-wielding Vile and heads up to another top rope and dropkicks the ladder that held Charley Mac. That led to a leg drop to Bad Man and Charley came crashing down with a Senton onto the quarter ton champion.
SUM GUY: That was an awesome chain of events.
CURLY LONG: Poor Bad Man. This is not his night.
While Vile was chasing Joel up the top rope, Mike got up and superkicks Vile. Vile is knocked out, while Mike goes into the ring and goes after Charley Mac. Joel sees this opportunity to put the ladder back up. Meanwhile, Bad Man rolls out of the ring, and is followed by Ape. Dave Davies goes to the outside and rolls in Vile. As Davies comes in, Vile gives him a stiff boot to the back of the head. Charley Mac picks up the pipe that Vile used and whacks Mike over the head with it. That action sends Joel after Charley in a blind rage. This leaves Vile and Dave Davies in the ring.
SUM GUY: With all of the guys preoccupied, we’re down to two. Dave Davies and Vile in the ring, staring each other down.
CURLY LONG: The stuff that dreams are made of.
Vile and Dave Davies hook up, Davies flings Vile to the ropes, ducks a Davies clothesline and hits a running dropkick to the chin of Davies. Davies is groggy and Vile grabs the ladder and sets it up. She starts to climb up the ladder and is halfway up until Davies stirs and wakes up. He chases after Vile and catches her. He then pulls her from the ladder and drops down hard with his signature Back Drop Driver.
SUM GUY: BACK DROP DRIVER TO THE CANVAS FROM ABOUT 12 FEET UP!
CURLY LONG: I think she needs mouth to mouth from a king.
SUM GUY: You disgusting troll.
Dave Davies stirs and sees what all is going on. He sees Ape and Bad Man just biting and clawing each other. Mike Hodgson is knocked out and Charley Mac and Joel Nelson are fighting tooth and nail. With Vile down he senses the opportunity for the cash. So he grabs the ladder and sets it up. He starts to scale the ladder until, like a flash, Sigma charges out of the back.
SUM GUY: What the hell is Sigma doing out here.
CURLY LONG: He’s here to stop Davies from winning. He doesn’t want to see that undeserving pile win the belt.
Sigma climbs the other side and meets Davies at the top. Vile stirs and sees Davies and gives him a low blow. Davies is stunned Sigma climbs to the other side and sets Davies up for the God’s Wrath. It’s all cinched in and Sigma jumps off and Davies crashes down hard to the canvas below. Sigma quickly gets up and sees Mike Hodgson charge into the ring after him. Sigma sidesteps him and then just levels him with a very stiff Lariat that sends him over the top rope.
SUM GUY: SIGMA JUST COST DAVIES THE MILLION WITH THAT GODS WRATH. HE HAS NO BUSINESS HERE.
CURLY LONG: Maybe he’s sending a message to everyone that he just doesn’t care anymore.
With the damage done to Dave’s entire group, Sigma instructs Vile to clime the ladder and gets the cash. She climes up the stable part of the ladder, reaches for the briefcase and pulls it down with relative ease. She celebrates on the top of the ladder as Sigma continues to pummel on Davies’ lifeless body. Ape and Bad Man look up and just head back. Charley Mac joins them and after some more blows, Mike and Joel pull Davies away from Sigma’s grasp. Vile then comes down with the case and gloats on the top turnbuckle.
THE FINK: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, THE WINNER AND $1,000,000 RICHER, VILE!!!
SUM GUY: SIGMA SCREWED DAVIES OUT OF THE MILLION. THERE’S NO DOUBT ABOUT IT, SIGMA SCREWED DAVIES.
CURLY LONG: That’s a bit harsh. He just was the insurance policy that secured the $1,000,000 for Vile. What else needs to be said?
SUM GUY: NOTHING NEEDS TO BE SAID. SIGMA HAD NO BUSINESS IN THAT RING AT THAT TIME. DAVIES SHOULD HAVE THE MILLION!!! THAT ENDS THIS PPV, FOR CURLY LONG, I’M SUM GUY AND I HAVE HERPES!
CURLY LONG: Lord help us all.
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