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Post by Toom E. Guci on Mar 3, 2005 9:59:59 GMT -5
EWT #1 Contender Tournement DSR versus Hulk Hogan
HitmanMark versus Sid Vicious
fettster versus Justin Bradshaw Layfield
Botchberg versus Goldberg
Marcel Adams versus "Nature Boy" Ric Flair
psychoapeguy versus HHH
Mercenary versus Booker T
Spaz versus Jeff Jarrett
Billy "the Virgin" Ubermark versus David Arquette
Moxie versus Bret "Hitman" Hart
HM Myles versus Chris Jericho
Heartbreak Hitman Brett Micheals versus Shawn Micheals
Dave Davies versus Petey Williams
obi versus Bob Backlund
dorf versus Vince Russo
Addy Bomb versus Scott Steiner
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Post by Deus Ex Machina on Mar 3, 2005 19:12:00 GMT -5
Man, you didn't waste time getting the EWT established.
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Post by Toom E. Guci on Mar 3, 2005 20:52:29 GMT -5
LoL...had to remind everybody of their tournement matches.
And to be fair because of registration for the new board...deadline has been bumped back to Monday, March 7th for matches.
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Post by Deus Ex Machina on Mar 3, 2005 21:04:58 GMT -5
You are a weak employer that let the inmates run the asylum.
Stick to your guns, man.
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jzbadblood
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Christ, man. Can't you see what's happening? Can't you read between the lines?
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Post by jzbadblood on Mar 3, 2005 22:52:05 GMT -5
Mean Jean: I'm standing by with Jzbadblood, who is preparing for the winner of the tournament that Toomi Bischoff has set up. Do you have anything to say to the man who wins this tournament?
Jz: I've looked into the heart of the dragon, and it's blackness overwhelmed my being. As humans we are bright beings, but as a champion you must posses some of the blackness overwhelming to me, death enducing to you mortals. Since my greatness power beyond any other, I can look into this blackness and stick the power of my existance, like a knife, into the warm flesh of the dragon, and it howls with a scream that only comes from the bottom of a soul. Now I wait for the next challenger of my crown, the defeater of all those but me. And as I try to focus on the man who could be that person, I instead drown it out with the wail of that dragon's dying breath and how it might sound coming from a human form. So if you must come to dethrone my crown, then it shall be my duty to stay on this throne I sit. To do this I must take that same hot blade and pierce the challengers warm flesh, so, whoever that me be, he should prepare, for that feeling is not one to be desired.
Mean Jean: Interesting words, what about Toomi Bischoff?
TooMcmahon, Toomi Bischoff, whatever you name yourself on this day foreward, it must be known that your power is a cinder block holding my head in a puddle of mud. If this power over me is not met with power over you, I will drown and the EWT building will collapse. You are an earthquake to this company, while I am a stallward. One support beam alone cannot hold a building to an earthquake, so we must build more beams. The only way to do so is by the power of the crown on my dome, because if the World Title leaves my possension then you own it, and when that happens the building will crumble. This means that I must defeat all-comers, and the man who climbs the mountain and stands tall above the rest must fall in order to keep the foundation intact.
Jz laughs and walks away.
Mean Jean: Strange words from the champion, who looks to be in a completly different mindset than before. Back to you Jim Hoss.
Jim Hoss: Baw gawd we have a great line up for you tonight and I can't wait for the main event, Big Slow vs. Botchtista! That's next!
Fade to commercial.
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Post by The Lach is very tired on Mar 3, 2005 23:01:48 GMT -5
*Jarrett’s music hits & he makes his way to the ring, NWA Title around his waist, guitar in hand, to loud boos.* Announcer: Ladies & Gentlemen introducing the NWA/TNA World Heavyweight Champion, from Nashville TN, weighing in at 230 lbs The King of the Mountain Jeff Jarrett. *SHOCKWAVE!! Spaz’s music hits & he heads to the ring to mainly boos but a few cheers mixed in as well.* A: And introducing his opponent, from Sydney, Australia, weighing in at 202 lbs, he is the man called Spaz. *Spaz climbs into the ring & the two lock up. JJ gets the upper hand & throws Spaz to the ground, as he gets up JJ dropkicks him down again. This only upsets Spaz & he gets up quickly again & starts to chop JJ, backing him into the corner, Spaz then Irish Whips JJ across the ring sternum first into the turnbuckle, Spaz runs over, grabs JJ & hits a German Suplex, he keeps his hands locked & rises to his feet to hit a 2nd, then a 3rd. Spaz goes for the cover & gets 2. Both men get up & trade chops JJ whips Spaz on to the ropes & looks for a dropkick on the rebound but Spaz grabbed the ropes & JJ connects with nothing Spaz sees this opportunity, runs over & locks in a Texas Cloverleaf. JJ is screaming in pain, Spaz keeps applying the pressure & JJ looks like he is about to tap but in a desperate lunge he reaches the bottom rope, Spaz keeps locked on until the ref gets to the 4 count. Spaz then breaks the hold & starts stomping on JJ’s already injured back. Spaz picks JJ up & whips him off the ropes & uses his momentum to hit a Sidewalk Slam, he drops for the cover & gets a long 2 count. Frustrated, Spaz starts whaling on JJ’s head with punches, he is warned by the ref. He then picks JJ up & hits a new move he has - the Down Under DDT (Not really different from a DDT but with a nice name). Spaz, thinking JJ is finished, smiles & drops for the cover, 1-2-NO kickout at 2 ½ this frustrates Spaz & he looks to the heavens for an answer, not noticing JJ standing behind him, he turns & gets hit with The Stroke, the force of which sends Spaz out of the ring to the floor in front of the announce table, the ref starts the count. 1-2-3-4-5-6-7, Spaz starts to stir & he is up by 8. JJ mounts the TB & Jumps off trying to hit a Missile Dropkick but Spaz gets out of the way & JJ lands on the announce table. Spaz smiles & climbs into the ring & onto the TB, he gestures to a group of Spazphiles in the 3rd row & hits a Shooting Star Press on JJ through the announce table.* Crowd: Holy $%!#, Holy $&!#. *Spaz rises triumphantly, picks JJ up & rolls him into the ring, he then picks up JJ & hits the Platinum Shockwave, JJ is clearly injured & he won’t be able to kickout, Spaz gestures to the crowd again & drops for the cover, but as the ref counts 1 he has 2nd thoughts & stands up. Spaz then drags JJ into the very centre of the ring & locks on the Texas Cloverleaf again, this time JJ can’t reach the ropes & he taps out fairly quickly but Spaz doesn’t let go at the bell He continues to hold on for another 10-15 seconds before finally letting go & saluting the crowd. JJ is in a lot of pain & the ref calls for the EMT’s. Spaz then grabs a mic.* S: You see that everyone, especially you DSR, I’m no one’s B!#@%boy. Whoever I face in this tournament I will beat! *Spaz then heads up the entrance way.* BK: I don’t think anyone will mind me squashing Jarrett.
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Post by Moxie loves Natalie on Mar 3, 2005 23:09:11 GMT -5
Moxie is seen sitting in the locker room, talking to PR's all around go-to gal.
Moxie: A simple match, none the less... to start off the career of the Next EWT Icon on the Proboard Circuit... Nothing like a match with an icon himself, in Hart.
She nods as he is wrapping his wrists.
Mox: It's an honor to be in the ring with a great like him... but what he has to know... is this...
Moxie looks at the Camera and nods.
This is the start of a New Era in the EWT, the Era of the Prophecy. The end of "The Hitman" is just the start on my quest for salvation. I am my Personal Jesus, and Bret, you don't want to be on the wrong end of a Desperate Prayer.
Lets go.
Moxie and the unamed woman go to find HMark to help him prepare for his match as well.
edit: for spelling
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Post by #Classic Hi-Definition X on Mar 3, 2005 23:10:07 GMT -5
*Backstage HBH is talking with Rosa and Gasoline*
Gas: You ready, man?
HBH: I was born ready. Let's go.
Ring Announcer: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Making his way to the ring, being accompanied by Rosa and Gasoline, he is one half of the EWT Tag Team Champions, the Heartbreak Hitman Bret Michaels!
*HBH gets very loud boos. After entering the ring, HBH grabs a mic*
HBH: First of all, I would like to thank Toomi Bischoff for this opportunity. When I win this tournament and defeat Jz, not only will I be holding one of the EWT Tag Team titles, but I will also have the EWT Heavyweight title. Now bring out my opponent!
RA: And his opponent, Shawn Michaels.
*Michaels gets little to no reaction from the crowd*
HBH: Hey kid, might as well lay down. Spare yourself from getting your a** kicked.
*Instead, Michaels sucker punches HBH, and the match starts*
Michaels immediately goes on the offensive, landing some hard rights. After a whip to the ropes, he gives HBH a back body drop. He follows up with a dropkick. He attempts a back drop, but HBH counters and lands a hard clothesline. He then gives Michaels a backbreaker. After connecting with a piledriver, he locks on the Sharpshooter. Michaels taps out.
Winner: Heartbreak Hitman
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Post by curtrok on Mar 3, 2005 23:37:17 GMT -5
Announcer: The following contest is scheduled for one fall (Botchberg's music hits) Making his way to the ring weighing in at 294 lbs Botchberg!
Crowd: Botchberg! Botchberg! Botchberg!
*Goldberg comes out to wild appluse until the fans realize that he is not Botchberg and are confused, as is he.*
Announcer: And his opponet weighing in at 294 lbs Goldberg! (Same music hits)
Botchberg comes out this time with a fresh scar on his right shoulder from the surgery he underwent monday. He is visibly larger than he used to be (keep in mind for later).
JR: Bah gawd this one is gonna be henios. These two men are tough, tougher than a two dollar mule. From the government no less. And here they go.
*Botchberg and Goldberg are pretty much indistinguishable if not for the Scar on Botch's arm. They both snort and tie up. Goldberg scores with a high knee lift. Followed up by some clubbing forearms to the back. Goldberg hits the ropes and land a clothsline. Goldberg flexes for the fans who shower him with a chorus of boos.
Botchberg pops up to his feet and lands some kicks to the mid section. followed by a clothsline of his own. Goldberg is laid out in the center of the ring, SPLASH! Cover 1...2...and a kick out by Goldberg. Botch helps Goldberg up to his feet and then back down with a short-arm clothsline. Botchberg flexes and the fans go nuts.
Goldberg slowly works back up to his feet only to be knocked down by a drop kick. Goldberg pops back up and is hip tossed down. Botchberg delivers some stiff boots to the face while Goldberg is down and the ref steps in allowing Goldberg a breather.
Goldberg now back up goes for a kick to the stomach and is intercpted by Botchberg. Botchberg perfoms a dragon screw leg whip.*
JR: What a manuver. That was a leg drag with a twist bah gawd!
*Goldberg flies through the ropes and outside the ring. he grabs a steel chair and throws it in the ring. Botchberg catches it. Goldberg sprints in and slides under the bottom rope. Botchberg swings and misses. Spear by Goldberg! Goldberg covers and Botchberg kicks out at the count of two.
Goldberg helps Botchberg back up to his feet. Front Face lock this could only mean one thing its time for the Jackhammer. Goldberg gets Botchberg up, but Botchberg counters into a cross body block.
Botchberg back to his feet first hits the ropes and connects with a spear of his own. Just then Goldberg's music hits. Botchberg looks toward the entrance ramp to see who it is.
Goldberg shakes off the cobwebs and also looks out toward the entrance ramp. The ref, also confused joins the others. Out of the crowd its Gilberg. He grabs the chair in the ring and nails both Botchberg and Goldberg. Both workers are unaffected by the Chair Shots. Goldberg spears Gilberg. Then stiff kicks him in the head.*
JR: Bah Gawd that kick was henious.
*Botchberg spears Goldberg admist the confusion. Helps him to his feat and connects with another spear. Then Irish whips him into the corner a third spear! That right shoulder is definately healthy. BOTCHHAMMER! 1...2...3!*
Announcer: You're winner. Botchberg.
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Post by *"@-BoMb" R.I.P Deus/Dinobot on Mar 4, 2005 0:49:13 GMT -5
*Addy Bomb walks down to the ring in his cheetah print tights with his wife Stevie Richards. Scott Steiner comes out and flexes for a few minutes and trash talks Addy. Steiner pushes Addy. Addy punches Steiner to the mat. Scott leaps back up and swings for a clothesline. Addy ducks and excutes a full nelson suplex on Steiner. Addy keeps hold of Steiner and hits a fallaway slam. Addy sets up in the corner for the poooooounce'uh. Scott makes it to his feet to be met with the deadly shoulder block. Bomb drags Scott to the center of the ring, climbs the turnbuckle and leaps off with a Shooting Star Press for the win 1-2-3. Saving the fans from a poor Scott Steiner match.
Winner: Addy Bomb!!!! on EWT's new network
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Post by THE Dinobot on Mar 4, 2005 1:00:14 GMT -5
BK: So, A-Bomb....who won? I got confused. (as usual).
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Post by *"@-BoMb" R.I.P Deus/Dinobot on Mar 4, 2005 1:17:20 GMT -5
BK:It's okay Dino we all get confused sometimes *hugs Dino*
*Addy Bomb is standing in front of the EWT logo with Stevie*
Todd Whachyasay:What are your thoughts on this tournement?
Addy:Todd it's quite simple. The Beta Male is going to dismantle his opponent no matter who it is. I will make it to the end of the tunnel to get to the light. See, this is my Serenghetto and they are nothing but a bunch of punk rich kids in the wrong place at the wrong time with the wrong colors. If you come to my block you will get the *kitten like* pooooooouncce' uh!!! Exclamation!!! *rubs head on Stevie's chest*
Now excuse me I have some fudge to pack. *goes into locker room*
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Post by Poker Joker on Mar 4, 2005 1:17:32 GMT -5
*The arena grows dark with the only spotlight being on the ring. In the ring stands David Arquette wearing red tights.*
ANNOUNCER: This match is scheduled to one fall. Introducing first, weighing in at allegedly well over 500 pounds.... the star of such fine Hollywood blockbusters as "3000 Miles to Graceland," "Ready to Rumble," and that damned series of "Scream" movies that teenaged girls flocked to despite it sucking.... DAVID ARQUETTE!!!
*Arquette raises his hands as the crowd gives him a luke warm reception. Suddenly, Madonna's "Like A Virgin" starts blairing over the speakers. Another spotlight appears, and young Billy "The Virgin" Ubermark steps out from behind the curtain and onto the entry ramp. He is wearing his green and yellow singlet and high black boots, and carrying a microphone. He stops at the top of the ramp as the announcer gives off his information. The crowd gives a slightly louder pop for Billy as the announcer speaks.*
ANNOUNCER: And his opponent, weighing in at 227 lbs and hailing from St. Paul, Minnesota.... Billy "The Virgin" Ubermark!
*Billy signals for his music to stop. As it does, he begins to speak... which probably isn't one of the smarter things for him to do, but he does it anyways.*
BU: First off, I just want to say that I was planning on facing a REAL challenger for my first match. In fact,... I was hoping for that chump Moxie. But David Arquette, you'll do just fine.
*Billy starts making his way to the ring as he continues talking*
BU: You see, I know you're a lucky man. In fact, David, I know you get lucky all the time. Because you're banging that hot "Friends" star, Courtney Cox! But just like every OTHER famous Hollywood stuck-up, you won't SHARE HER WITH THE REST OF US!!!
*Arquette has a puzzled look on his face, as does the audience as Billy keeps speaking*
BU: Don't act like you don't know what I'm talking about. YOU'RE the one keeping her out of Playboy and Penthouse and all those other magazines that I.... er, I mean, um... people like me.... who...um... who are um.... interested in... uh... appreciating her body... yeah, thats it.... appreciating her body, like to read.
*The crowd laughs a little a Billy's freudian slip*
BU: And I know why you do it, too. Its because you like taunting people like me! People who are virgins, and are just having a hard time getting some .... you know.... action. Well, right now, I'm not interested in action... well, actually, I am interested in getting action... but I'm more interested in getting a piece of you... uh, in a wrestling sense... that is. I... I really don't want a piece of you in the OTHER sense, ya know. I'm ... I just... ya know.
*The crowd starts laughing at Billy as he finishes making his way to the ring, and now stands at the foot of the ring apron. Billy, now flustered, tries to continue talking.*
BU: What I'm trying to say is that I wanna get me some of you.... I mean, get me some of you in that ring.... I mean.... uh... fighting-wise. You know. Mix it up...I mean I'm going to kick your ass. Not that I'm focusing on your ass or anything. I mean, I don't think about your ass.....
*The crowd keeps laughing*
BU: *FRUSTRATED BEYOND BELIEF* Ah, screw it!
*Billy slides into the ring, and the ref calls for the bell. David Arquette goes after Billy with a clothesline, but misses as Billy ducks. Billy starts in with some kicks to the midsection, then grabs Arquette's hair and drives him face first into the turnbuckle. Arquette is leaning in the turnbuckle facing outwards, now. Billy quickly does a climb to the second rope and nails a swift kick to Arquette's face as he jumps back off. Arquette falls out of the corner and lands face-first on the ground. Billy helps Arquette back to his feet and whips him into the other turnbuckle. Billy follows and nails the monkeyflip, sending Arquette onto his back. Billy goes for a quick cover.*
1....2.... Arquette kicks out.
*Billy gets to his feet, and moves for a clothesline as Arquette gets back up. Arquette ducks. Billy comes off the other rope and Arquette uses an armbar takedown to slow Billy up. The two lay on the ground for a couple seconds as Arquette works the armbar. Eventually though, Billy flips over and out of the armbar. The two are back on their feet. Billy quickly moves in and nails a climb-up wheelkick to the back of Arquette's head. Arquette goes down to his hands and knees. Billy moves fast off the ropes and comes in with a dropkick to the ribs on the kneeling Arquette. Arquette goes rolling into the ropes from the impact. Billy stomps Arquette until Arquette rolls under the ropes and onto the floor outside the ring. As Arquette starts getting back to his feet, Billy uses the second rope and catapaults himself over the top rope in a plancha onto his opponent. *
*The crowd gives Billy some nice "OOOO's" at his quick and agile attack*
*Billy picks up Arquette by the hair and bangs his face into the gaurdrail surrouding the ring area. He then whips him back into the ring under the bottom rope. Billy climbs up onto the apron, setting up for another plancha-type move. Arquette, however, catches Billy, slugs him in the face a couple times, and runs Billy over to the steel post where he introduces Billys face to said object. Billy falls off the ring apron in a heap as the ref re-starts the ten-count. Arquette goes outside onto the ring apron and hits a double axe-handle onto Billy's back as Ubermark starts getting back up to his feet. Arquette then slams Billy's face into the steel steps, and shoves him back into the ring. *
*The ref stops the count at 8 as Arquette climbs onto the ring apron*
*Billy, however, catches Arquette on the ring apron as he's trying to get back into the ring. He blocks Arquette's entrance into the ring with a knee to the head, and then hits a snap suplex to bring Arquette back into the ring the hard way. Billy picks Arquette back up, flings him into the ropes and hits a perfect pinning hurracanrana. Again the ref counts.*
*1....2.... Arquette slips out of the pin*
*Arquette and Billy get to their feet. Arquette goes for a shoulder block, but Billy side steps it. As Arquette turns around, Billy nails him with a roundkick to the head. Arquette doesn't go down, but is stunned. Billy whips Arquette into the turnbuckle chest first and rushes over behind him, connecting with a high jumping knee to the middle of Arquette's back. Arquette is still in the turnbuckle facing outwards, so Billy climbs the turnbuckle and hits a flip-over neckbreaker on Arquette. Billy stands Arquette up afterwards. Arquette appears out on his feet, but Billy isn't finished with him, yet. Billy takes David Arquette and nails him with a sitting jawbreaker. Arquette bounces off Billy's head and flops to the ground.*
*Billy decides to take this time to pose a little bit. He flexes his muscles for the crowd, but his a little too wirey for them, and only elicits some laughter.*
*In the meantime, David Arquette gets back to his feet. He ambushes Billy with a spear to the back and begins beating on him with closed fists to the head. Arquette picks Billy up and tries to whip him into the ropes, but Billy counters, pulls Arquette back and nails a reversed atomic drop on him. Arquette is stunned and goes to his hands and knees. Billy now goes behind him, and helps Arquette to his feet. Billy grabs Arquette's face from behind and falls backwards with him, driving both knees up into a falling Arquette's back (a la the cool finisher Maven briefly used). This is Billy's signature move, "The Virgin Sacrafice". Billy rolls over on top of the now limp Arquette, and the ref gets in position for the count*
*1...2...3*
*The bell rings, and the ref holds Billy "The Virgin" Ubermark's hand up in victory*
ANNOUNCER: Here is your winner of this bout.... Billy "The Virgin" Ubermark!!!!
*Billy, now excited, jumps up and down for joy. He runs out of the ring screaming something about thinking he might be able to get laid, now. Unfortunately, as he goes back up the ramp, he slips and falls off. The audience laughs, and two kind officials come out to see if Billy is ok. He is, but they help him back to the dressing room area, anyways, where he can celebrate his victory.
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Post by The Lach is very tired on Mar 4, 2005 2:38:13 GMT -5
*Spaz is shown in the EWT gym as usual going through a big workout. He finishes on one machine when Hoss Matthews walks up.*
Hoss: Spaz, impressive win over Jeff Jarrett, how are you after your first match of the tournament?
S: I'm feeling great, it just shows how much my profile has raised in the past few months that I was chosen to launch the EWT here at its new home the Proboards Network. Spaz is a bonafide superstar & his fans - the Spazphiles grow in number each time he steps into that ring. I will win this tournament & then I will wrestle great match with Jz for the EWT Heavyweight Title.
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Post by THE Dinobot on Mar 4, 2005 7:40:25 GMT -5
"The Legend's Leged" Marcel Adams Vs. "Nature Boy" Ric Flair:
The match starts with, "Nature Boy" Ric Flair coming out. With the sounds of 2001 A Space Oddacy and in all purple: robe, tights and the whole thing. The fans are cheering louder for Flair then they ever have before, and the reason being, is because they know well-enough who he'll be facing....Marcel Adams. Marcel makes his way to the ring, With Dylan's 'All Along The Watchtower' in almost idenical attire as Flair, except for being total black robe and and the whole shabaz.
As both men are in the ring, across the ring from one another, they dont take their eyes off each other as the referee checks both men, who have a solid reputation for hiding things within their pads, boots and everywhere else imaginable. The referee doesn't find anything and points for the bell to ring.
Both men slowly step closer to one another, standig chest-to-chest, having a face off that many in this great sport that they'd never see. Finally, after 45 seconds of stairing and trash talking, Adams pushes Flair, who falls to his knees and quickly gets up and delievers his own push back to Adams who falls to his knees as well. And with Adams on his knees, and efore he could make his way up, Flair kicks him square in the face with the bottom of his right foot and causes Adams to fall back to his back, Ric then takes a few steps backwards and goes for the high knee drop that he's famous for, but, when you're a vetern as Marcel, you know this and Adams barely moves. And with Flair down Marcel applies a standing figure-four, but Flair is to close to the ropes and Marcel breaks it after the referee calls for the 4 count in the ropes. Marcel then argues with the referee about how Flair submitted, and that leads to Ric to roll up Marcel from behind for a near-fall of 2. Marcel, irate that he almost got pinned jumps up and slaps Ric straight in the face and shouts 'you have never been a legend'. Ric in trade spits in Marcel's face and lowblows him...but it doesn't effect him. Flair shocked jumps up and down and while he's acting like a madman, Marcel turns the referee around, takes out the cup he was wearing and hits Ric over the head with it, throws it out of the ring and quickly gives him a DDT, Adams pins the Nature Boy, and only got a 2 count, but the cup shot heard around the world made Flairs' head a crimson mask of flowing human liquids. Adams, who has Flair still on the floor of the mat looks around at the fans and smiles and wipes Flair's blood on his chest and shouts 'this is where Flair gets his Achievement'. Adams goes back, and drops two knees to the head of Flair. Then he picks up the fallen Nature Boy and slowly puts him onto the top rope turnbuckle and Adams climbs up there as well. With both men up on the top rope, and what looks like The Crowning Achivement coming up, Flair musters up enough to push Adams down and to the mat. Flair, who is now on the top rope by himself goes for a double ax-handle off the top rope, but as usual, Flair misses his top rope attempt and his met by a surprising beautiful dropkick by Adams who just barely made it up enough time to give it. Marcel, irritated already in such a short period of time of not having done away with Ric Flair, shakes the ropes out of anger and applies his sleeper hold. After 30 seconds the ref. notices Flair doing down and checks his hands....and the first one drops....the second one drops....and before the third could drop, Marcel releases the hold, and throws Flair into the turnbuckle. And with Flair in the turnbuckle and glazed over in blood, Marcel gives out his legendary DOOOOO and chops Ric multiple times, witch leads Flair to take a few steps on his own and fall flat on his face. Marcel points and laughs at the fallen Nature Boy. Then he picks him up, and once again, slowly places him onto the top of the turnbuckle and with Flair in the right position he shouts 'Time for his...just do'. And suddendly, there it was, what no one wanted to see, The Crowning Achievent performed by Marcel Adams and to Ric Flair. As soon as both men hit the ground, they're both out of it, but slowly, Marcel, who landed on his anckle, slowly crawls his way over to place one hand over the bloodly Nature Boy, and the referee has no choice to make the pin fall. And it's 1...2...3. As the referee made the 3 cound to declare Marcel Adams the winner, he checks on both men, who, are older then anyone else on the roster, Marcel Adams needs help to get out of the ring, but it's nothing to serious, and the same goes for Flair, who leaves on a strecher.
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Post by bladeberry on Mar 4, 2005 8:16:13 GMT -5
Im just wondering whether to put in a request to be a manager/valet....
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Post by Poker Joker on Mar 4, 2005 9:25:22 GMT -5
I'd take you as a valet, Blade.... if it wasn't for the fact that my character's entire gimmick is the fact that he can't get any "action."
Unless you wanted to be a tease to him.
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Post by Toom E. Guci on Mar 4, 2005 9:44:30 GMT -5
bladeberry, you are welcome to join us.
We actually have a women's division with a gynoclogist as the champion aka the Girl Next Door Championship.
So, you can do both if ya wish.
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Post by bladeberry on Mar 4, 2005 9:45:20 GMT -5
Count me in, although im not sure my skills are up to scratch...
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Post by Moxie loves Natalie on Mar 4, 2005 9:47:17 GMT -5
You can join Me in Prophecy Reborn's Gym for some training, which consists of me getting myself caned and putting people in submissions I'll warn you, it's not for the weak of heart.
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