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Post by bladeberry on Mar 7, 2005 18:10:38 GMT -5
*Berry steps into the ring*
Grabs Microphone and declares "im joining FX, If anyone has a problem with that....See me in the ring"
*Berry drops the mic and leaves up the ramp*
Screen fades
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Post by jzbadblood on Mar 7, 2005 18:48:02 GMT -5
Man in the Box hits over the arena and Jz comes to the ring dragging the title.
Jz: Yeah Bladeberry, I have a problem with FX so I guess I have a problem with you...but it's noy too late. Woulden't you rather be alinged with a champion?
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Post by Bobafett on Mar 7, 2005 19:16:28 GMT -5
(the rest of FX run out and give JZ a beatdown)
Fett: I'll have this
(Fett lifts Jz's title..takes dayglow green spray paint and sprays "FX" on the belt)
Fett: She be mine now
(FX walk off together..fade to black)
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Post by Deus Ex Machina on Mar 7, 2005 19:36:47 GMT -5
*FX starts to leave the ring when a man on a white Kawasaki motor cycle suddenly rides to the ring. He stops in front FX and extends his hand to Berry.
She looks at him, looks at FX and then takes it and gets on the bike. The man opens his visor and a pair of intense eyes, look at FX.*
Joey Styles: "OH MY GOD!!! It's D-Boy!! What the hell is he doing here??"
*Security flood the ring area, but D-Boy speeds off with Berry in tow*
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Post by The Lach is very tired on Mar 7, 2005 20:32:45 GMT -5
*Spaz is backstage standing in front of the EWT logo.*
S: I have only got one thing to say to Booker T. After our match the only thing I will be "digging" is your grave bro.
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Post by invaderdave on Mar 7, 2005 20:47:53 GMT -5
"Are You Ready, Or What!?"
The FX theme (sort of a sped up version of the DX theme) hits, and Obi walks out, Vachyna following him. Then Fettster, his ladies, and Randy West with Princess Penelope.
Howie Pink: The following match is scheduled for one fall. There are no DQ's. Introducing first, representing The F***ing Xtreme, Obi!
Obi looks over to his group, who are outside the ring upon hearing about the no DQ's rule. Fettster simply shrugs and gives him the okey-dokey sign.
"Let me speak...in a down to earth language...that I think everyone here...can understand."
"Cult of Personality" by Living Colour hits, and Dave, decked out again in t-shirt, jeans, and Hayabusa band, walks out, OX Title around his waist. He is followed by Addy Bomb, Stevie, and MProx.
Dave stops at the bottom of the ramp, and slides under the ring. He pulls out a chair, kendo stick, a box of flourescent light tubes, a trash can lid, the trash can to go with it, and Dusty Rhodes wearing an Obi mask.
Dave: (to Obi) Nice try, ass h***.
Dave tosses all but the table into the ring, and kicks Dusty in the ass, which sends him scampering off. Dave walks up the steps and into the ring. Obi runs up to Dave and begins trading shots with him. Both give eachother strong lefts and rights, until Obi ducks a shot, wraps his arms around Dave's throat, and pulls him back, pushing his knees into Dave's back. Dave recoils, and rolls around on the mat, screaming in pain.
Obi picks up the Kendo stick, and swings at Dave up to 11 times, connecting with each hit. Obi jumps down to pin Dave, and only gets a two count. Dave crawls to the ropes, where Vachyna pulls his head down and grinds his throat into the rope. Dave scrambles away, turns around, and ducks just in time when Obi swings the trash lid his way. Dave boots Obi in the stomach, and lands the Dangerous DDT onto the lid. Dave covers him, but only gets a two count himself.
Dave rolls off, and waits for Obi to stand. Dave runs and tries for a clothesline. Obi ducks, and Dave bounces off the ropes. Randy grabs Dave's foot, and trips him. Dave jumps up, a wee bit pissed. Dave turns around, and Obi hits a quick DDT. Obi runs to the ropes, and comes back to hit a knee drop. Obi goes for a cover, and gets a two count. Obi gets off Dave, and sorts around the weapons, deciding on the trash can. He raises it over his head as Dave gets to feet. Dave is standing, and Obi runs at Dave, ready to bring the can down on Dave's head. Dave suddenly rears his head back, and head butts Obi in the face. Dave steps back and holds his head, as the can falls on top of Obi, covering him.
Dave quickly grabs the chair, and slams it into the can covered Obi, who falls. Dave then hits a standing 450 splash on top of Obi, crumpling the can and pinning Obi. The ref begins his count, but stops, and gets up to yell at Fettster, who's standing on the apron. He steps down, but David has decided he's really pissed. Dave backs into the ropes, and runs to FX's side, flipping over the ropes and onto Randy West, Vachyna, Fettster, and a few of his ladies.
Addy, Stevie, and MProx run around the ring, fully prepared to brawl. Which they get to do. Addy takes on Fettster, MProx brawls with Randy, and Stevie gets in a slap fight with Vachyna. Dave rolls back into the ring, while Obi is lying in the ring. Dave goes to pick him up, but Obi kicks his leg up, and kicks Dave in his crotch. Dave staggers around the ring, moaning about his lost ability to have a son, giving Obi ample time to climb the turnbuckle. Dave turns around, and Obi leaps at him, about to hit the Blockbuster. Dave catch him in mid-buster, and hooks his leg. Dave falls to hit the Future Shock.
Dave does not pin Obi, as he's lying on the ground as well. The brawl still goes on outside the ring. The ref is making his count, and is up to seven by the time either Dave or Obi are to their feet. Obi runs at Dave, and Dave boots him in the stomach. Dave lifts him onto his shoulders for the Cradle Shock, and then... Dave is cracked over the back of the head with a light tube. Spaz is revealed as the light tube wielder. Spaz gives no explanation, only smiles, as Dave falls, and Obi falls on top of him. Obi lands on Dave in a pin, and gets the three count. Obi's music, "Killing in the Name", hits, and the Nation looks in, a little shocked. They stop brawling, and slide into the ring to help out Dave.
Dave staggers around and looks at Spaz. He only scowls, and grabs his title. The Nation help him to the back, as FX celebrates with Obi mid-ring. *** Bk: I hope it didn't suck. Now I need to contact Spaz.
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Post by HMARK Center on Mar 7, 2005 21:09:47 GMT -5
< DSR is seen walking backstage, when he suddenly stops, and gets a perturbed look on his face>
DSR: Oh God, not you again.
<Camera pans out to reveal HMark, hood down, no sunglasses>
HMark: Been awhile, eh, bro?
DSR: Just step aside, man. You're just another obstacle this time. You're not the establishment anymore. Far as I'm concerned, I'm just gonna go out there, do my damn job, and put you down one more time.
HMark: Well, that's your perogative to say that...'course, I know it isn't true. I know how badly it eats at you that I'm the one considered the true Icon of the EWT. < DSR's expression gets even more sour> I know that it kills you inside whenever you're reminded that I'M a three time EWT Champion.
And I know it hurts to remember what happened last time we met in a tournament...remember WCF? Remember SummerSquash: Hardway to Sell? I put a period on our feud then, and I proved-
< DSR cuts him off, and gets into his face>
DSR: Things have changed. Period. And the sooner you realize that, the better off you'll be. Now, where's your little boy that you keep touting as the future...I know he's around here-
HMark: I told him to stay back. I wanted to see you face to face, on my own.
DSR: <sarcastically> Well, isn't that just so honorable and gentlemanly of you. Look, bro, I was willing to let this be just another match...but you wanna play a game? Fine. Let's play. But it's like I said: things are different now. I'm different. I've changed...only for the better. And remember <throws up an X with his arms> this means I'm better than you. And I always will be. <walks off>
HMark: <standing there, watching him leave> Changed...why, so have I...
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Post by hmmyles on Mar 7, 2005 21:21:20 GMT -5
<Amazing Phenomenon stands backstage>
So, HM Myles is gonna get a chance to prove himself against another EWT champion, eh? This time, it's one half of the Tag Team Champion, the Heartbreak Hitman, Bret Michaels.
Frankly, it'd be an honor. I've shown some of what I'm capable of and what I can do, and here, on a silver platter, is an oppurtunity to show it on a whole 'nother level. A chance to knock down one half of the best tag team in the world today, to cement a status as a premier EWT superstar.
'Course, me pinning one of the tag champs should lead to one thing: a tag title shot for me and Red. Now, David Davies, I know I ain't finished with you. I could be, but not only can you not let it rest that Red and I delivered justified retribution to ya at the last Post Per View, but, hey, the OX Division title ain't around my waist now, is it? Little things like that gotta change to make things around here better, ya know?
But that's not what's important right now. Right now, HBH...I'm dead set on this oppurtunity. And you ain't gonna know what hit ya, 'til it's too late. You're the next victim of the Clash. Count on it.
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Post by Toom E. Guci on Mar 7, 2005 21:48:43 GMT -5
*FX's music hits as fettster walks out with randy West, as obi is relaxing after his match. fettster grabs the microphone.*
fettster: Look at this. 1 round down, 1 more to go until the glory is all ours. It's going to be an all FX final & you fans will DEFINETLY get your money's worth. My next opponent, Botchberg, will go down just like JBL did...only bloodier. And then...
*Botchberg's music hits as he doesn't bother with his pre-match ritual. He runs into the ring & slides in as both fettster & West start double teaming him. Botchberg gets to his feet & throws punches as the bell rings. Botchberg grabs West & nails a headbutt. Botchberg grabs fettster & throws him into the ropes, nailing a spear. Botchberg grabs fettster & holds him up in the ring for a whole minute & nails a jackhammer. Botchberg grabs West & does the same, nailing a jackhammer & covers both men, as the referee counts 1-2-3. Botchberg jumps to his feet as the fans cheer him & he stands on the second rope, soaking in the cheers. Cut to commercial.*
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Post by HMARK Center on Mar 7, 2005 21:52:25 GMT -5
BK: Oooh, harsh squash.
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Post by jzbadblood on Mar 7, 2005 21:54:10 GMT -5
Jz walks up to the camera.
Jz: *blood pouring from his face* I don't need to cheap shot anybody FX, but it seems that you guys can't fight fare. Oh well, it came back and bit you in the ass didn't it.
Jz walks away from the camera.
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Post by dorf on Mar 7, 2005 21:56:56 GMT -5
*Dorf walks over to the match board*
Dorf vs. Addy Bomb...interesting
*Dychael Cole taps on Dorf's shoulder to piss him off*
Dorf: What is it, Gaybroni?
DC: *Cole pauses due to Dorf's response* Anyway, are you in any way, shape, or form to defeat Addy Bomb?
Dorf: Let me tell ya something Dychael Cole, know what, let me tell ya in the form of a question...DO YOU THINK I'M READY TO FACE ADDY BOMB???
*Cole has molesting face mode on and starts choking himself into a tightly, curled up ball*
Dorf: Get out of here, ya Gabroni! *Dorf shoves Cole away*
Dorf: Now that the Dorf is in the spotlight let me tell ya what's gonna happen to that gaybroni, Addy Bomb. The Dorf will use his patented finisher, the Dorf Bottom to kick that gaybroni's arse into last week. Now if you don't like that, *crowd boos* KNOW YER SOUL, AND SHUT YER TRAP! IF YOU SMELL WHAT THE DORF IS THINKIN'!
*Cole Returns*
Cole: Your interview's over, gimmie back my mic.
Dorf: The Dorf did not say that one bit. *He kicks Cole in the stomach and delievers a Dorf Bottom to Cole.*
Dorf: Commies come into the camera. *The other members of the Commies are into the spotlight as the camera fades* Now this interview's over.
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Post by The Lach is very tired on Mar 7, 2005 22:06:03 GMT -5
Announcer: The following 2nd round No1. contender’s tournament match is scheduled for one fall.
*CAN YOU DIG IT SUCKA!!! Booker T’s music hits & he comes out with his usual pyro.*
A: Making his way to the ring, weighing in at 250lbs, From Houston, TX, Booker T!!
*Booker makes his way to the ring high fiving fans as he goes.*
*SHOCKWAVE Spaz’s music hits.*
A: And introducing his opponent weighing in at 202lbs, From Sydney, Australia he is the man called Spaz.
*Spaz comes out & walks to the ring, signalling to the Spazphiles as he walks.*
*The bell rings & the 2 men lock up, Spaz goes behind & hits a nice German Suplex to start the match. Booker is up quickly & both men lock up again, Spaz whips Booker off the ropes & nails a dropkick, Spaz then heads over & gets a 2 count. Both men stand & Booker starts to warm into the match with some rights & lefts on Spaz, driving him backwards. Booker then picks Spaz up & hits a Spinebuster. Booker drops down & gets a 2 count. Both men are up quickly & Booker gets the upperhand, he hits the Houston Hangover on Spaz who is in a bit of pain now. He is up quickly though & looking to go on the offensive, he then connects with a few punches & he whips Booker off the ropes into a Powerslam which brings another 2 count. With Booker on the mat Spaz sees an opportunity & grabs Booker’s legs to lock on the Texas Cloverleaf. Booker fights out of it though & kicks Spaz back into the TB, Booker is up, he runs over & nails Spaz with a clothesline in the corner, Spaz drops to the mat & Booker mounts the TB. Booker waits for Spaz to rise, Spaz is now groggily walking around the ring, Booker waits for him to get into the area he wants & then he goes for the “Heat Seeker” Missile Dropkick. Spaz is playing possum though & he ducks out of the way of it, Booker flies over Spaz & nails the ref with the Dropkick. The ref is out of it & Spaz sees his chance, he hits Booker with the Down Under DDT & rolls out of the ring, he lifts the apron up looking for something, he finds what he is after & he gets back into the ring as booker stands up Spaz nails him in the face with what he is holding, the camera zooms in to reveal it is the door off of a mini fridge. Booker is now busted open & Spaz gets a devilish grin across his face, he walks over to Booker & is about to start whaling on him with the door when he is nailed from behind by someone. It’s Dave Davies! Davies has just nailed Spaz in the back of the head with a football helmet!! Spaz is now on the floor & Booker is getting up, he is obviously groggy & he sees Davies & thinks he is Spaz, he grabs Davies & nails him with a Book End. Booker then realises it isn’t Spaz & he turns around to see Spaz lying face down with blood coming out of the back of his head, he rolls Spaz over & goes for the cover, he lies there for about a 6 count when he realises the ref is still out, he gets up & goes to wake up the ref. The ref rolls over & Booker goes for the cover again, the ref counts 1-2-NO Spaz kicks out! Both men & the ref struggle back up to a vertical base, Spaz sees the ref is busying trying to get Davies’ unconscious body out of the ring & grabs the fridge door again, he puts it on the ground & picks up Booker. He then hits the Platinum Shockwave onto the door. He then slides the door out of the ring, cover Booker & calls for the ref 1-2-3.*
Announcer: Here is your winner Spaz!!
*The crowd mostly boos & Spaz gets up & climbs out of the ring Spaz then sees Davies starting to stir on the ring floor & he climbs the nearest TB. Spaz then lands a big Shooting Star Press on Davies drawing a Holy Shit chant from the crowd, Spaz gets up spits at Davies & heads up the ramp.*
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Post by jzbadblood on Mar 7, 2005 22:10:07 GMT -5
Behind the curtain Jz meets Spaz.
Jz: Good job man!
Spaz: Thanks..ahh.
Jz: Alright?
Spaz: Yeah, I'll be fine.
They walk away together.
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Post by curtrok on Mar 7, 2005 22:19:14 GMT -5
Botchberg grabs the mic after the match:
BB: And then my frineds one man entered the field of four. That man has been on a mission for months and months to be the EWT champion. That man is me, I am BOTCHBERG! I will not be stopped, until that belt his mine and there is nothing anyone can do about it. The only quesiton I have is WHOSE NEXT BLEARG!
::Just then Botch Steiner's music hits.::
BB: WHAT THE HELL DO YOU WANT?
BS: I just wanted all the freaks out there to know that I was trying to write a book, but I'm a little illegitimate side, if ya don't know that means I can't read and write!
So me and Mene Gene are putting together a dvd that's going to uncover the goings on backstage in the EWT, that is unless Botch Steiner gets reinstated, holler if ya hear me.
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Post by heidendorf on Mar 7, 2005 22:21:14 GMT -5
*Heiden-Dorf is eating a cheese sandwich backstage and then, some one tapped his shoulder, he turned around and nobody was there, but once he turned back the sandwich was gone!*
Heiden-Dorf: (grunts) Me...cheese sandwich...GONE! Heiden-Dorf go crazy!!!! Me...go on quest...to find (grunts) cheese sandwich.
*Heiden-Dorf suddenly leaves the Communists fun and searches the illusive hunt for the cheese sandwich*
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Post by The Lach is very tired on Mar 7, 2005 23:25:34 GMT -5
BK: Oh dear.
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Post by THE Dinobot on Mar 8, 2005 4:11:00 GMT -5
Marcel Adams comes out to the ring unexpected, looks ready to compete and alone, and he has the Marcel Adams Title with him, a belt he has yet to defend in quite some time. And he grabs the mic.
Adams: Well, well. Look who's here. That's right, "The Legend's Legend" Marcel Adams. And as much as I hate the fact of acually competing for YOU of all people *Fans boo even louder* I will. *The boo's silent for a moment* For you see, I have an idea....*holds up the Marcel Adams Title*......I'll face any local talent who is just scratching for a break for this title. Hell, we can even call it the Marcel Adams Invitational. Sure, I know their is a tournament is going on and I've already advanced, but that means NOTHING to me, 'cause you see, I am the greatest athlete to ever grace a wrestling ring. So, if there just so happens to be someone, anyone in the back who is looking for a break, this is your chance.
A guy finally comes out. He's a smaller guy in compairasion to Adams and younger (but then again, everyone is). He climbs into the ring.
Adams: So, kid, what's you're name?
Kid: Roger Wilco, sir.
Adams: *chuckles* Roger Wilco? That's you're name?
Roger: Yes sir, it is.
Adams: And where are you from?
Roger: Right here in the EWT Arena. *cheap pop*
Adams: No. I mean, what state do you live in?
Roger: I don't know.....whatever state the EWT Arena is in. I live here, in the boiler room. Just no one has ever noticed me before.
Adams: And do you think you actually have a chance to defeat me for the Marcel Adams Title?
Roger: No sir. I don't know a single move, never been trained.
Adams: Well, good luck anyways....you're gonna need it.
The bell rings and Marcel just stands with his back towards Roger screaming at him to make his move. Roger then puts his arms around Marcel's waist, not really doing anything. Marcel, tired of this already removes Roger's arms and whips him into the ropes and catches him for a slam, and then picks him up for a piledriver. Pins him, 1-2-3.
Winner of the first ever Marcel Adams Invitational match: Marcel Adams.
Marcel grabs the mic again.
Adams: Oh, come on, THAT'S the best that is around this cess-pool of a town? He didn't even know a single move. Next time, please, I'm beggin' for a challange.
Throws down the mic and exits the ring.
BK: As you can tell where I (I mean Dorf) got the idea for this, that's simple. Just trying quickly to get it established, so in the near future someone else can take the title and get recognized. Who? I have no idea....it could even be you.
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Post by DSR on Mar 8, 2005 4:33:35 GMT -5
*DSR is seen in his usual, seated promo position, wearing street clothes, particularly a gray hoodie and blue jeans.
DSR: "Well, it seems that the higher ups just can't get enough of the greatest feud EWT fans have ever seen. So it looks like you and I gotta go at it one more time, HMark. But this time, things are different. This time, I'm not the Emocore Hero, I'm not Blandee SR, and I'm not the jobber you beat at SummerSquash. That's right, HMark, at SummerSquash I used the old nBo tactic of dressing a jobber up like me and letting him get the s*** kicked outta him. Why? Because my heart wasn't in it.
But now...my heart is definitely in it. My soul is in it. My very LIFE is in it. This time, I'm gonna go out there and prove myself once and for all. I'm gonna prove to the fans. I'm gonna prove to the guys in the back. Most of all, I'm gonna prove to MYSELF...that I am everything I say I am. Up 'til now I've said a lot of stuff, but done so little. I mean, sure I took out Botchberg in that clusterf*** of a main event at the last PPV. And I even beat the Immortal Hulk Hogan in the FIRST ROUND of this here tournament. But out of all the times I've wrestled you, the higher-ups chose to job me out every time, save one. One time....It just don't sit right with me. So when I stand on the opposite end of the ring from you...know this: As long as I'm breathing, I will not go down! I'm gonna prove once and for all that I am everything I say I am! I am finally gonna prove that I <makes an X with his arms> am BETTER than you."
*Fade out.
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Post by #Classic Hi-Definition X on Mar 8, 2005 9:11:39 GMT -5
HBH: Ah, HM Myles, another talented up-and-comer here in EWT. Myles, when we get in the ring, I assure you, you'll be in for the biggest match of your career. And, unfortunately for you, it will be the ONLY big match of your career. Because once I hit that Sweet Chin Muzak, it's lights out for you pal. Then I can focus on winning the tournament and becoming a double champion. But tonight, HM Myles, I'm going through you.
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