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Post by B.A. on Feb 23, 2006 19:17:30 GMT -5
Remedy plays over the loudspeaker...
Eddie Omega walks on to the set. Some fans are cheering and there's a mixed reaction. When the music hits its high point, Eddie pumps up the crowd.
He runs into the ring, and with his arms out to the side, looks to the crowd. He grabs a mic.... Crowd: Eddie, eddie, eddie
"Eddie Omega, is feeling great!!!"
*crowd cheers*
"Let me say something, you know, a couple weeks back, I didnt think I had what it took."
*Crowd boos*
"I thought, honestly, Eddie Omega is just another jock. But, from the way things are going, Eddie Omega just appears to be the next best thing going on here. Let me personally say, that not even a broken arm can stop me."
*Crowd cheers*
"I dont care about popularity, I dont care about getting behind a camera and cutting a cheap promo, I care about one thing now, and thats the EWT Heavyweight Championship. And fellas backstage, make no mistake about it,...you know Eddie Omega...has the skills, and the credentials. This isnt about heels, and people who are, what you call babyfaces, this is real life, this is the real deal, this is EWT. Even if I lose, I will be back, every match makes me gain knowledge, and I dont care for the wrestlers, I dont care how I win, I dont even care about the fans, *looks into the camera* I dont even care about you!! "
*Crowd booos loudly*
"This aint your daddy's wrestling, this isnt your cousins backyard brawls, this is the new-era, and Eddie Omega who debuted less then 5 months ago, promised new things, and by hell, im going to show you all..."
*eddie drops the mic and walks to the ropes to leave as Remedy starts. Eddie walks backup the stage and talks to the crowd*
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Post by Poker Joker on Feb 23, 2006 19:48:31 GMT -5
(The scene opens up with Joel Nelson walking down the hallway in the arena. He looks quite pissed off, and brushes some sweat off of his face as he moves quickly along his way. He rounds a corner by the men's dressing room where he sees Ultimo Chocula standing outside the door of the men's room. He's still in his wrestling tights, and leaning against the wall eating an apple. Joel stops for a second, and then walks up to him with a scowl on his face.)
*JOEL*: Hey, Chocula! I gotta bone to pick with you!
(Chocula swallows the piece of apple thats in his mouth and turns to face Joel. He doesn't get off the wall, but smiles at Joel.)
*UC*: Well, if it isn't one of Napoleon Dynamite's long-lost cousins. What can I do for ya, bro?
(Joel pushes his glasses up onto his face and points angrily at Chocula.)
*JOEL*: You can start by wiping that stupid smile off your face before I do it for you!
*UC* (with mock suprise): Whoa! Easy, pal! No need to get hostile! You got something under your skin?
*JOEL*: DUH! Yeah, I've got something under my skin! You and that punk partner of your's, Billy Ubermark! You guys have been riding us for the past month! You've been calling us names! You've been making fun of us at every chance you get! You even broke our GameCube and a bunch of our games! Do you know how much those things cost?
(Chocula calmly stops leaning on the wall and stands up.)
*UC* (calmly): Hey, don't blame that on me. You two kids shouldn't have left your toys lying around where a dog could get to them.
*JOEL*: Oh, get off! You broke into our game room and broke our Game Cube. Plus you've been interfering with our matches.
*UC* (slightly defensive): Interfering with YOUR matches? Excuse me?! It seems to me that you and your buddy Mike stuck your noses into a couple of OUR matches, here, recently. And now BOTH Billy and I are out of the #1 contenders tournament because of it.
(Choucula takes a bite out of his apple.)
*JOEL*: You guys started it! Heck, Mike didn't even get to have his match because you two jumped him from behind before he even made it down to the ring! And like I said, you've been calling us names. You ruined our Game Cube....
(Chocula rolls his eyes.)
*UC* (mouth still full of apple): Didn't we just go through this?
*JOEL* (becoming angrier): ....You make fun of us in front of the fans....
*UC* (annoyed): Oh, Puh-LEASE! You're breaking my heart, already.
*JOEL* (clearly very angry, with voice raised): CUT IT OUT! You and Ubermark are being TOTAL JERKS to us! What the heck did we ever DO TO YOU GUYS to deserve this?!
(Chocula leans back up against the wall.)
*UC*: Shouldn't there be some guy with a violin around here playing "My Heart Bleeds For You" during all this, or something?
*JOEL* (incensed): SERIOUSLY! You guys are acting like a couple of high school bullies to us, and I DEMAND to know what we did to deserve this!!
(Chocula backs off the wall and stands up again. He glares at Joel with a stern look on his face and gestures for him to come closer. Joel moves forwards and comes almost nose-to-nose with Chocula, returning the same, icy stare.)
*UC*: OK, buddy! You wanna know what our problem with you is? I'll tell you. Our problem is that you two computer nerds keep getting all the breaks that SHOULD be ours! Now its bad enough that some other tag-team is getting the attention AND title shots that WE deserve first, but when the people getting all that stuff is a couple of lame-ass, snot-nosed geeks with calluses on their thumbs from banging the buttons on their XBox controllers all day....
*JOEL*: GAMECUBE controllers.... XBox sucks.
*UC*: .... GameCube... XBox... Apple... Atari... Whatever the hell... They ALL suck!.... The point is this: When rejects like you are getting opportunites over a couple of LEGITIMATE prime-time studs, like Billy and me... well that just doesn't fly with us. You get what I mean? That's our problem with you Nyrds. YOU'RE getting what WE deserve... and we're going to get it from you! Got it?
*JOEL* (face red with anger): Oh, I got it, alright. You two ain't nothing but a pair of over-aged bullies who think you can push us around. But you know what? You're wrong. You can't push us around, and you ain't taking anything away from us. You try it, and you'll be sorry.
*UC* (cooly): Is that a fact?
*JOEL* (with an icy tone in his voice): Yeah! That's a fact, jack! Now the way I see it, we've cost you guys your chances at the World Title, and you've done the same to us. That makes us even. So why don't you and your buddy Billy just leave us alone.
(Joel backs away from Chocula a little ways as if to leave, but maintains eye contact with him. Chocula, however, tosses his apple on the ground behind him and sighs.)
*UC*: You're right, Joel. That probably DOES make us even. But there's just one little problem.
*JOEL*: What's that?
*UC*: I don't like being "even."
(Joel move forwards and brings himself nose-to-nose with Chocula, again.)
*JOEL*: Oh, you don't, do you?
(The bathroom door behind Joel slowly swings open, but Joel doesn't notice it.)
*UC*: No, I don't!
*FAMILIAR VOICE* (from behind the bathroom door): And neither do I.
(Billy "The Virgin" Ubermark suddenly springs from behind the bathroom door and throws a burlap sack over Joel's head. Joel grasps at the bag over his face, but Ultimo Chocula quickly reels back and fires a couple of hard punches into Joel's stomach. Joel doubles over from the pain. Billy Ubermark then takes Joel's head and shoves it in the door frame. He grabs the door and slams it hard on Joel's head. Joel goes semi-limp as Billy continues to hold him from behind.)
*BU*: Game over, half-wit! (He looks at Chocula) I told you this would work.
(UC smiles at Billy and checks his hair with his hands to make sure it isn't out of place.)
*UC*: That was easier than finding a sex tape of Paris Hilton on the internet. (Chocula then turns to Joel. He gets down by the burlap sack, and puts his mouth up to about where Joel's ear would be.) You've got a big mouth on you, you little four-eyed punk! But if you think you can just call it even with us, and figure we'll be done with you, then you've got another thing coming! We haven't even STARTED messing with you guys, yet! Not by a longshot!
*BU*: C'mon! Let's get him in here! This second-rate punk has a lesson to learn.
(Ultimo Chocula grabs Joel by the legs amd Billy wraps his arms around Joel's upper body. Billy manages to get the door to the bathroom open, and he and Chocula carry Joel inside. The door shuts behind them, and the scene fades to black.)
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Post by Poker Joker on Feb 23, 2006 20:07:39 GMT -5
(The scene opens up in one the men's room of the E.W.T. arena. Billy "The Virgin" Ubermark is kneeled down by the bowl of one of the toilets. He's holding down the head of Joel Nelson into the toilet, with a broad smile across his face as he does so. Above them is Ultimo Chocula, who is standing up with one foot on the handle of the toliet. Chocula lets out a laugh as he pushes his foot down on the handle, and the toilet roars to life.)
*UC* (singing): The water in the bowl goes round and round.... round and round.... round and round. Hahahaha!
(Billy pulls Joel's head out of the john. Joel's hair and face are soaking wet, and a piece of toilet paper hangs from his forehead.)
*BU*: OK, dweeb! Let's try this, again! Who's the greatest tag-team in the E.W.T. today?
*JOEL* (spitting water out of his mouth, first): Drop dead!
*UC* (imitating a buzzer on a game show): BZZZZZZT!
*BU*: Wrong answer, pal! Hit it, Ultimo!
(Billy shoves Joel's face back down into the toilet bowl, and Ultimo steps on the handle, again. Once more, the toilet erputs to life.)
*UC*: Oh, how I LOVE the smell of Sani-Flush in the morning! That fresh aroma of bleech and tile cleaner and whatever the hell else they put in that stuff! Don't you love it, too, Joel
(The toilet stops flushing and Billy pulls Joel out of the bowl again. Joel spits some water out of his mouth onto Chocula's boot.)
*JOEL*: Screw you, Chocula!
*BU* (with a condescending tone): Now, Joel! That's no way to talk to Mr. Chocula. I think you owe him an appology.
*JOEL*: Not on your life!
*BU* (still with a calm, condecending tone in his voice): Uh-uh-uh! Looks like you have to learn some manners! Chocula!
(Billy shoves Joel's head down into the toilet bowl as Ultimo hits the handle. The toilet starts gurgling, again. Ultimo holds the handle down with his foot so it'll keep flushing for a while.)
*UC*: How long do you think we'd have to do this before he starts growing gills?
*BU*: Not sure. Probably at least another hour. Let's try it and find out.
*UC*: Sounds like a plan to me. Say, do you think this is how Mer-Man off those old "He-Man" cartoons got his start?
*BU*: Maybe.
(The toilet finally stops flushing and Billy pulls Joel's head up out of the bowl. Joel sputters and gasps for air for a couple seconds.)
*BU* (with a superficial smile on his face): Alright, my little mermaid. Are you ready to give Ultimo Chocula his appology, now?
(Joel nods his head, weakly.)
*BU*: Well, let's hear it.
*JOEL* (still somewhat out of breath): I'm sorry... Ultimo Choc... Chocula. I'm sorry... that your partner.... couldn't get laid in a morgue.
(The smile from Billy's face fades to a scowl. Above, Ultimo Chocula gives a long whistle.)
*UC*: Oooo! Bad choice of words there, Joel.
(Billy grabs the toilet seat and brings it down on top of Joel's head.)
*JOEL*: OW!
*BU*: It seems manners aren't all you need to learn, Nyrd-boy. It sounds like you need to learn some RESPECT, too.... Ultimo!
(With that, Ultimo starts the water swirling, again, and Billy shoves Joel's face violently back down into the toilet bowl. He holds it down with his face twisted and teeth clinched in anger, seemingly putting as much effort into the act as he can muster. After several seconds, the toilet stops running and Billy jerks Joel back up out of the bowl.)
*BU*: Get this through your thick skull, you little butt-monkey. I'm a former Tri-State Champion! I'm one of the most amazing competitors this fed has ever seen, and I'm one half of the best tag-team to ever grace an E.W.T. ring! If you think I'm going to take crap from a four-eyed freak like you, then you'd better lay off those 3-day video game playing marathons before they turn your brain completely to mush.
(Ultimo Chocula bends over with a smile on his face. He looks Joel right in the eyes as he starts talking.
*UC*: You and your partner.... you're gonna be history! There's no excuse for a tag-team like US to have share the limelight with a couple of scrawny geeks like you two, much less live in your shadow. The people in the audience may think you're something special. The folks at home may think you're something special. Hell, even the guys at the top of this fed may think you're something special. But Billy and I... we know better. We know you're nothing more than a pair of rejects from a science fair, and we're going to prove it to the world. You're standing in the way of our path to Tag-Team Championship, so we're going to make you move. And we're going to make damn good and sure that you, your partner, and everyone else around here know exactly where you stand in comparison to us. You're INFERIOR! You got that?!
(Ultimo reaches out and musses Joel's soaked hair. He then pulls his hand back with a disgusted look, and wipes it off on the wall beside him.)
*JOEL*: You know, you two are really big men when you've got someone out numbered, two-to-one. But you JUST WAIT! My partner, Mike, is going to be looking for me, and when he gets here, then we'll even the odds!
(Billy and Chocula suddenly look at one another. Billy gets a huge smile on his face, while Chocula throws his hands up to his face in mock horror.)
*BU* (acting nervous): Did you hear that, Ultimo? When Mike gets here, he's gonna even the odds!
*UC* (pretending to be scared): Oh no, Billy! I'm scared!
*BU*: What are we gonna do?
*UC*: You wait here! I'm gonna build us a bunker out of toilet paper rolls!
(Billy and Chocula start laughing hysterically at their conversation.)
*JOEL*: Laugh it up, guys! But mark my words! When Mike gets here, you're gonna be SORRY!
(Billy stops laughing, and pulls Joel's head up from the toilet bowl. He turns him around so he's still sitting on the ground, but facing the other way. Billy looks at him, coldly, but still smiling.)
*BU*: Really? Do you think that we're going to be sorry when your goofball partner gets here?
*JOEL*: Dang right, I do!
*UC* (still laughing): BZZZZZT! Wrong, again!
*BU*: I don't think we have too much reason to worry about your partner. Show him, Ultimo!
*UC* (mustering up his best game show host impression): Joel Nelson, lets take a look at what we have for you behind Door #1!
(Chocula walks over and kicks open the door of the bathroom stall they're in.)
*UC*: You see, we're not too worried about your partner, Mike, walking in on us..... BECAUSE HE'S ALREADY HERE!
(The door swings open all the way and the camera pans around to reveal Mike Hodgness, who has been duct taped spread-eagle to the wall of the bathroom. His face has some bruises on it, and he is unconscious. His pants have been pulled down to his ankle, leaving only his underwear up around his groin.)
*JOEL*: Oh no! Mike!
*BU*: You see, Joel! We've thought of everything ahead of time. And that's just one more reason... on top of many, MANY others.... why we're better than you.
(Joel starts to whine with dismay as Billy grabs him by the back of the neck and forces him back over the toilet bowl.)
*BU*: Now.... where were we? Oh, yeah.
*UC* (coming back over to the toilet): Hey, lemme have a turn at dunking our buddy, here, and you push the plunger for a while.
*BU* (chuckling): Fair enough!
(Chocula grabs Joel by the neck to hold him in place while Billy and him switch spots. Billy grabs the toilet lever as Chocula prepares to force Joel's head into the bowl. Joel struggles, weakly, against Chocula's grasp.)
*UC*: OK, kids! Time to practice our underwater skills! Take a deep breath!
(With that Chocula shoves Joels face into the toilet and Billy pushes down on the lever. Both laugh as the toilet roars.)
*UC*: Hey, while you're down there, can you look for my goldfish, Bernie? I flushed him down the drain when I was about nine, and was just wondering how he's doing now?
(Billy and Chocula laugh, again, as the torment continues and the scene fades to black.)
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Post by HMARK Center on Feb 23, 2006 20:54:40 GMT -5
<Mean Gene stands next to HMark in the locker room>
MG: Folks, here with me is the Fallen Dragon, HitmanMark, who, it would seem, has become a figure for emulation around the EWT.
HM: Gene, cut to the damn chase.
MG: <flustered> Well, uh, in that case...HitmanMark, it has become extremely apparent that your opponent from the last post per view, Trik Turner, has gone off the deep end, so to speak.
HM: <pausing before he begins> Trik. Kid. Listen to me. I beat you at your own game at Magic; the Gathering. You lost to me, straight up.
But that's happened before; I've beaten a lot of guys who've tried to pull stunts on me, I've beaten younger guys who just couldn't deal with my edge in experience, and I've proven time and again that I am always just one move or reversal away from ending any match.
But I not only take pride in what I can do; it's like I said after the post per view, I take a lot of pride in showing young lions the ropes. I would love to be partly remembered in years to come as the man who helped to "make" some of the future stars of this business, along with my own personal accomplishment. Getting to do that...it's the closest thing a vet gets to feeling like a father figure to someone else in the industry.
But I'm starting to think I may have cracked this egg.
See, kid, I don't know what's going on in your head right now. I can see what you're trying to do: wearing my merch, copying my moves, and even saving me from a possible Flex Capacitor in my tournament match...but why? What could be the reason for it? Something I say sink in with you? Did I beat it into you?
MG: And do you have an answer, HMark?
HM: <pauses again, longer this time, almost starts rubbing his chin> I don't know.
MG: I think it's safe to say that none of us do, at least for the moment. One thing we do know, however, is that you have a match with the master of the Diamondcutter himself, Diamond Dallas Page.
HM: <chuckles> Page. Last time I saw you, we had ourselves a little "Jersey Rules" match down at the Leonardo Quik-Stop. But that was awhile ago. Always good to see a fellow Garden-Stater in the ring, Page; and no need to worry about Jay and Silent Bob this time.
<we eventually fade out for a commercial for the Pink Panther. "DER BURGER!">
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Post by tacotim on Feb 24, 2006 1:20:25 GMT -5
*Over the PA, we hear a big “OH YEAH!!!” before Pomp and Circumstance begins. Macho Man comes out, spinning a bit, and pointing out into the audience, who receive him warmly. Macho climbs into the ring and soaks up the love from the audience, before removing his tasseled coat, revealing a gaudy number, with sequins and tassels (think 90s Savage). The music fades out, and the lights go down.
Multicolored lights swirl about from the entryway, as the chug-a-chug of “Spider Baby” begins. The ominous laughter of Mike Patton punctuates the arrival of “Creepshow” Cletus Quinn. Cameras pick up his silhouette, but since he’s lit from behind, his features are obscured; only highlighted by the occasional flash of a fan’s camera. What we can barely see is a bit of a devious grin on the lips of Quinn. He slides into the ring, and rises to his feet as the houselights slowly come back up.
The bell rings to signal the start of the match. Quinn and Savage circle around one another, as the audience starts up a “FOLEY! FOLEY! FOLEY!” chant. Cletus is unaffected by their chants, however, focusing on the prey in front of him. Savage comes in for a lock up, Quinn dodges, grabs Savage by the back of the head, and delivers a series of forearms to the face. Savage answers back with a few punches, ultimately sending Quinn down to one knee. Savage delivers a few more punches before climbing to the top rope. Savage flies with a double axe handle, but he’s caught by Quinn and thrown overhead with a Belly to Belly Suplex! Quinn grabs Macho Man by the hair and attempts to set him up for the Last Suplex on the Left. Macho won’t have it, as he locks his leg around Creepshow’s. Macho then lands a few punches to the gut and breaks free from the hold. Macho runs the ropes and hits a high knee, sending Cletus through the ropes and to the outside. Creepshow makes it to his feet quickly, though. As Randy reaches out from between the ropes at Quinn, Creepshow opts to grab Randy and give him a stiff Euro Uppercut! Savage stumbles backwards in the ring, as Cletus Quinn slides in and grabs him. Quinn picks up Savage and brings him down on his knee in a Vampire Bomb (Powerbomb into a backbreaker)! Savage rolls around on the mat in pain, before Creepshow goes for the pin.
1… 2… Kickout! Savage barely gets the shoulder up. Quinn isn’t exactly bothered by this; however, as he simply stands and stalks Macho Man as he slowly gets to his feet. Quinn comes up behind Randy, as Savage is still a bit dazed. Creepshow runs the ropes and quickly jumps, delivering SUSPIRIA, his patented step-up reverse rana! Creepshow is too calculating to let up, though. He grabs Savage and delivers the Last Suplex on the Left! Savage collapses to the mat in a heap. Creepshow makes with a cover.
1… 2… Savage gets a foot on the rope. Creepshow grinds his teeth a bit, but gets to his feet. His grin is gone, and a more determined look comes over his face. Savage is almost to his feet, but Quinn sets him upright and goes back to delivering forearms to Savage’s face. Repeatedly, Creepshow delivers forearms. One of which collides with Savage’s orbital bones, giving him a black eye. A few more forearms batter Savage’s nose, causing him to bleed. Savage ultimately falls to the mat, but Quinn pulls him up and gives him the Million Dollar Dream. Savage flails his free arm about, trying to reach the ropes. While this submission hold is locked on, Cletus delivers a lungblower, but stays in this position, keeping Macho Man arched while still in the submission hold. Along with the pain of this maneuver, Savage’s positioning causes the blood that previously flowed down from his nose to now get into his mouth and choke him up. As Savage chokes on his own blood, he has no choice but to submit, barely getting the words out of his mouth. The ref rings the bell, awarding the match to “Creepshow” Cletus Quinn! It takes about a minute or two for Quinn to break the hold, however. Once the hold is finally broken, EMTs come out to the aid of Randy Savage. Yet another wrestler is a bloody, broken mess at the hands of Cletus Quinn. That devious grin returns to Quinn’s face as he rolls out of the ring and walks up the ramp towards the back. Fans voice their disapproval. At the top of the ramp, Quinn turns back towards the ring, looking at Savage.
CCQ: <calmly, sarcastically> Be a man, Savage.
*Quinn turns back towards the entryway, and goes backstage. Cut to commercial.
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Post by Banned Member on Feb 24, 2006 3:58:13 GMT -5
SG: This is Sum Guy,and I like to......
OL: Ahem!
SG: Oh right! Im standing here with The Tri State Champion Outlaw Chris James!!! Outlaw you been selected to as a participant in The Chamber of Horrors match. What are your feelings on this as well as your upcoming match with Brett Micheals?
*Outlaw stands there for a sec with a glare on his face.*
Ol: I'll keep this short as I'm a busy man right now.
SG: Thats fine.
Ol: Trik Tunner,and a Modeling tag team are my partners? What kind of crap is that! I could do a better job myself in that match.
SG: I highly doubt that as the team......
*Outlaw grabs Sum Guy,and throws him in the Mark Twain River*
OL: I know I didnt get to choose my partners thats fine, but you guys be warned mess with me, and I'll beat you to a bloody plup.
*Sum Guy comes out of the river,and grabs the mic*
SG: Thanks I needed that bath!
*Outlaw looks on in surprise at Sum Guy,but doesn't do anything.*
SG: Now about this Brett Micheals?
OL: What about him? He's a nobody to me. Another wrestler that I'll make famous once he steps in that ring with me.
SG: But That Cherry will provi.....
OL: Ahhhhhh the sweet Cherry. You wanna know something? She was gonna be my own personal Call Girl, but I found out things that made me vomit on site.
SG: Like what?
Ol: Like.....
*Outlaw whispears in Sum Guys ear,and Sum Guy's face turns a sick shade of green,and he hands the mic to Outlaw, and runs off the screen with his hand on his mouth. Outlaw starts laughing. Than looks at the camera.*
OL:Brett just remember I'll amke ya famous,and no one can escapr the Round Up!
*Outlaw throws mic to the ground, and walks off.*
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Post by pta on Feb 24, 2006 6:08:43 GMT -5
Announcer: The following tag team contest is scheduled for one fall
Pomp and Circumstance starts up as Principal Pain and Canceler head down to the ring... wearing their usual attire.
Announcer: Introducing first, representing the P.T.A., weighing in at 750 pounds... Principal Pain and the Canceler!!!
Pain climbs into the ring... quickly ripping off his suit and looking at a crowd... who are actually cheering him... because of his recent match with Omega. He looks at them... calling for a microphone as usual... and as usual, Canceler retrieves one.
Pain takes it and clears his throat.
Pain: AHEM!!! Now it seems that the tag team division has been quite... interesting. A few new teams have formed... a few have parted... and the rest have remained the same. However... clearly each and every last one of you have forgotten about the most vicious... ruthless... uncaring Tag Team in the EWT. Might I remind you people that we decimated... two legitimately tough people in the wrestling world... Low Ki and Samoa Joe?
The crowd boos... it seems they do remember.
Pain: I thought so... yet, not only were we left off of the Pay Per View card... we've been left off the tag team title hunt for quite awhile. I mean... the Nyrds get many opportunities... Mr. Big and Curly Long... they are going to have a shot... even that... " team " Open Wide and Say Ahhhh is it? They got a title shot... but the P.T.A. has been forgotten. We secured a title shot by beating those Nyrds... and you all saw what happened when Long and the P.T.A. were in the same ring. I believe it ended with him running off like a scared little child.
Pain chuckles a bit to himself.
Pain: While in the meantime... we have the likes of Ultimate Chocolate and William Ubermark... who I shall admit, they have not gotten an opportunity at the titles either... and they do deserve it.
The crowd turns once again on Pain... with relentless boos.
Pain: Seems you people are a tad fickle... don't you think? Anyway they do deserve an opportunity at the belts, but not until we get another shot at those damn Ragnals. You beat us with help from your club of freaks. That's the ONLY reason you boys won. Nobody... kicks out of the Expulsion. Nobody has... nobody EVER WILL!!!
The crowd starts chanting " Pain is a pain. " there favorite chant for this guy. Pain isn't amused
Pain: But... for now, I have an announcement and it concerns the next pay per view. We may not be on the card, but I have requested time to make an announcement regarding another new member of the P.T.A. Omega was a wonderful start... but we can only grow from there. And unlike the Connections... unlike the Ragnals... and unlike the Colhns, the P.T.A. is a well oiled machine. We can only grow stronger with each new part. I'd think this makes us the greatest stable in EWT history... if I do say so myself.
The crowd boos... instead chanting Communists, MTWTFSS, and NBO. Pain growls and cuts them off.
Pain: NOBODY ASKED YOU!!!
The crowd keeps chanting. Suddenly Canceler takes the mike.
Canceler: He says Silence yourselves or I shall be doing it for you!!!
The chanting dies down. Pain retakes the microphone.
Pain: Thank you... now where was I? Oh yes... the P.T.A. shall welcome a new member into our exclusive group. And I guarantee you that this same person will become a dominant force... just like every member of the P.T.A. is already. And we will teach you all a lesson you will never... NEVER... forget!!!
Pain drops the microphone finally and the Bushwacker theme starts up as the two do their weird walk all the way down to the ring. But before they can be announced or even make a full lap around it, The P.T.A. cuts them off, pummeling them with fists, then rolling them into the ring.
The bell rings as Pain and both grab Luke and fling him like a lawn dart out of the ring and into the audience! Butch slowly gets to his feet... backing up from the two as they both advance... Pain grabbing him in a full nelson as Canceler then pummels him with more powerful shots to the gut. Butch groans... each one hurting quite a bit. Pain then lifts him back up and nails a release dragon suplex... sending him flying across the ring.
Butch groans as Canceler walks over to him... reaching down and grabbing him by the throat and military pressing him into the air... as Pain stands nearby... the Bushwacker landing and smashing across Pain's knees. The principal smirks and the two proceed to stomp viciously as the referee decides to throw this match out.
Pain then signals for the P.T.A. latest double team move... Canceler lifting Butch up and placing him on his shoulders... him now sitting atop. Pain then hopping up into Canceler's arms and grabbing Butch... for a crucifix powerbomb like move... then slamming him right into the mat with it!!! The crowd starts chanting Holy S***!!! Holy S***!!! Pain smirks... then gets lifted up by Canceler.... and suplexed right atop of Butch... for the pin... if this match hadn't been thrown out at least. Canceler shrugs and counts the 1...2....3. himself.
Pomp and Circumstance starts up again and Pain and Canceler look down at Butch... but Pain shakes his head. They aren't done. He snaps his fingers... Canceler walking over... climbing out and grabbing Luke as he's starting to rise up. He then carries him and rolls him into the ring. Pain then signals for The Expulsion. Canceler picking Luke up... in Military press position. Pain ascends the turnbuckle and leaps off... nailing the mid air DDT and taking him out as well. Pain gets back to his feet... dusting himself off... and the two quickly exit the ring.
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Maelstrom
AC Slater
The Tide Will Turn!
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Post by Maelstrom on Feb 24, 2006 7:11:54 GMT -5
(We come back from a highlights of the develpoment between the HBMS vs Nyrd feud ...to a TV studio that resembles a talk show. A serious man sits behind a desk with some papers he looks up at the camera) MAN BEHIND THE DESK: Good Evening .. I'm Arthur World and this is the Culture Show! ... this evening we have with us a man who claims to represent everything that is patriotic and proud about Germany some improtant music plays over the topARTHUR WORLD: That man and my guest this evening is ... Flex Magnificent and his associate Dr. Delavier! Some even more pompous music plays as the Door opens and Flex in a huge Diamond cape which covers him from head to toe walks down the elaborate stairs to the main desk ... the Doctor who seems to have lost all his hair put on glasses and a giant stethoscope is by his sideARTHUR: Mr. Magnificent Welcome .. take a seat FLEX: Nein Arfur ... I mus virst vlet ze wurd see mein body!! As some slow German Music plays ... Flex drops down to thinking mans pose and then slowly unveils his cape! .... This isn't Flex at all, it's Maelstrom mocking him... Maelstrom has put a wig on covering his long hair and is sporting all of Flex's ring gear whilst wearing a muscle suit which is so ridiculous that even He-man would be appalled ... He begins to do some elbarote poses starting with a Triceps, then the Biceps, he moves though some more until he finishes with the classic 'Lex Luger look at me' pose ... which he botches by falling over ... Arthur helps him to his feet and back to his chairARTHUR: That was very impressive Flex ... FLEX-STROM: Zat wa not ze vey I usually do vit!! .. I vam better ... ARTHUR: I only one mistake at the end ... FLEX-STROM: MISTAKE!! ... MISTAKE!! ... I zoo not maken ze mistakes ... zat last fallz was Intended ... zer oher poses wer vawfuly bad. ARTHUR: Well it must be the EWT ... since joinig you have had to focus on other areas ... FLEX-STROM: .. OTHER AREAS!! ... BOdybuilding I smeine Life I'v am Incompete viv out it ... Vhat are you saying Arfur .. zat I am not se merverlous spcimen that I vas ... ARE YOU IMRYING ZAT ARVUR!! Flex-strom looks as if he is about to attack Arthur World but the Doctor calms him downFLEX-STROM: Zhank you Doctor ... wivout vour guidance I vud be a lost puppv ... Arthur World adjusts his tieARTHUR: Well Mr. Magnificent let us get to the subject at hand ... German Culture ... FLEX-STROM: .. AH, die Fatherland ... ARTHUR: .. and you claim to be a spokesmen for this? FLEX-STROM: Zat is courvect Arfur! ... Mein homeland is in ze Bravarian hills ... and because of vhat I am der best man to tell you of Germany ARTHUR: Very well ... so what would you reccomend about your country then? .... the cars perhaps or rhe fine rich cuisine maybe ... perhaps you wonderful efficent ways of sorting things out? FLEX-STROM: Nein .. ver is much to say .. but ve real reason to respect ze German nation is .... Meineself!! Arthur adjusts his glasses in skeptisimARTHUR: You? FLEX-STROM: Da Of course ... Look at me ...I'haveee the most wunderbar body since zer dawn of die Time ... what man vor woman would not vant to takes apeek? Flex gets up, knocking his seat over and starts to 'Pump Iron' in a manner of more over the top poses ... as he goes to do a classic bicep pose one of his arms deflates ... like a ballon being popped!FLEX-STROM: AHhh! .. No ... quivk Doctor .. get zer medicine .. vaster ... The Doctor stumbles over to the his bag and pulls out of it some medicine ...he gives the to Flex who begins to chew the white tablets quickly a foam forming on his mouth.ARTHUR: Doctor this looks very serious will thos tablets restore his left bicep? DOCTOR: Nicht Artur ... that was just to shut him up ... zis is what we use to restore my masterpiece! The doctor pulls out of his bag a bicycle pump and some orange juice! ... he goes round the back of Flex-Strom who by now is looking like a comatose patient but is still standing. A noise can be heard as he plugs in the pump ... he starts working the pump ... and the left bicep begins to return to its blown up glory .. sweat pours down the doctors faceARTHUR: Amazing! ... what do you call that procedure? DOCTOR: Ah ser very anicent technique handed down from doctor to doctor .. zey call it Juiceing! Flex-strom blinks as the pumping finishes and wipes some of the foam from his mouthFLEX-STROM: Vhat happened? DOCTOR: Everything is fine my creation .. zer procedure was va sucees ... Flex-strom returns to his seat and waits for Arthur to go ahead ... he is taking a glass of water.ARTHUR: Well Mr. Magnificent ... what else can you tell us? FLEX: Vat is zere more to say ... It zis ME! ... Der best in ze Bodvebuild busness ... and der champion wrestler! ARTHUR: Ah yes your EWT standing ... tell me about it ... In fact don't tell me show me ... because we have a man you can demonstrate on here he is ... Some polite TV music begins to play as a man enters the studio.. Flex-Strom's face has a Jolly look to it as they get up to do the demonstrationARTHUR: Ok nothing too complex Mr. Magnificent suppose you show us a basic headlock Flex-Strom ties up with the manl ... and then locks in a head-loc ... oh dear it appears in some sort of mixup Flex-Strom has managed to lock not only Man's head but both his arms in ta one-armed headlock... FLEX-STROM: Now der fun can begin ... ARTHUR: Erm ... I'm no expert but are you sure thats a headlock? FLEX-STROM: Positive! ... Vi have beend doing this for ter years! The man's head is turing purple as Flex holds on with the moveARTHUR: Well ok but now a fan has requested you could show us one of the best wrestling moves ... the DDT .. can you manage that? FLEX-STROM: YA, of course ... zis vill be easy. Flex-strom taps Regal on the back and then drops for the DDT ... a crunch is heard as the man's arms dislocate due to the botch of the headlock earlier ... FLEX-STROM: .. erm ... OOPS ! Some medics rush into tend to the injured manARTHUR: Well Mr. Magnificent thats all we have time for .. Thank God (under his breath) ... but do join us next time when we have the voice behind Top Cat on the show ... so thank you to Mr. Magnificent and th eDoctor they wer wonderful ... this was me Arthur World ... have a pleasant nigh .... Flex-strom interrupts himFLEX-STROM: ... Der I am die Flabbergasted .. Die was only ver vonderful .. but meine arms are ve vunderful part ... ver whole package is euphoric ... ARTHUR: Well I was just finishing the ... FLEX-STROM: fiunsihing!!FINISHING!! ... you can never end zer MAgnificent one .. LOOK at DIS! Flex-strom again starts to do more posing ... getting more extreme each time ... he eventually climbs on the desk and starts to pose there ... Arthur tries to get him to come downARTHUR: Yes very nice .. now will you come down? FLEX-STROM: NICE! ... NICE! ... zat was godly .. and you have ze integrity to be an interviewer!! ... I shall hunt dou down like der ratage that you var!! Flex-strom leaps on Arthur and starts to beat him up .. he then starts throwing the furniture around the room .... a man possesed he's gone totally ballistic .. the Orange Juice is going everywhere as the body suit goes crazy clearly out-of control! ...the wig falls off and Maelstrom's hair appears as this continue ... he then finally collapses in the centre of the roomDOCTOR: Ah Dammvit! the Juice is not having die desired effect ... we've lost anover! .. back to the lab ... fade out as Flex-Strom is taken away in a wheel-barrow and dumped on a pile of other Flex-strom bodies that lie in a skip-------------------------------------- (fade in to Maelstrom watching the recent clip on TV he turns to the camera) MAELSTROM: Isn't it amazing how art can imitate real life? cut to commercial
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Post by Koda, Master Crunchyroller on Feb 24, 2006 19:07:54 GMT -5
Lillian is standing in the ring with a mic in her hand.
*"Stricken" by Disturbed plays as Koda comes rushing down to the ring as the crowd gives him a nice pop. Koda slides into the ring and poses.*
Lillian: The following match is scheduled for one fall, introducing first, from Oklahoma City, Oklahoma, Koda Kazar!
*Taz's theme song begins to play as Taz comes out to an even louder pop.*
Lillian: And his opponent, Taz!
Taz and Koda shake hands in the ring as the ref rings the bell. Taz pulls Koda in and hits him with a belly-to-belly suplex.Taz grabs Koda again and goes for another suplex, but Koda floats over and hits Taz with a superkick. Koda hits Taz with a standing moonsault followed up with a standing elbow drop. Koda backs off and hits Taz with a shining wizard. Koda stands next to Taz and hits him with a pendulum elbow drop. Koda backs off again but this time Taz catches Koda and gives him a big overhead belly to belly suplex.
Taz begins working on Koda's head with a side headlock and then lifts him up and hits him with a bulldog. Taz grabs Koda and whips him into the ropes, but Koda springboards off and hits a stylin' ddt! Koda goes to the top rope and goes for a Rib Surgery, but Taz rolls out of the way.
Taz stalks behind Koda and puts him into the Tazmission! Koda fights to get out of it, but Koda quickly loses steam and falls down to his knees. Koda looks passed out, but Koda springs back up to his feet and grabs the top rope, forcing Taz to break the hold. Taz hits Koda with a lariat over the top rope, but Koda holds on. Taz walks back and Koda springboards off the top rope. Koda catches Taz in a sunset flip, but lifts Taz up and hits him with a K-Driver(it is the botched Styles Clash)! Koda goes for a pin.
One....Two.....Three!!!!!
Lillian: Here is your winner, Koda Kazar!
Koda gets up and helps Taz up. Koda and Taz shake hands and hug. Koda and Taz celebrate as the EWT goes to commercial.
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Post by Trik Turner on Feb 24, 2006 20:48:29 GMT -5
(Todd Grisham is walking backstage with Josh Mathews)
Josh Mathews: Look, there's Trik Turner. I dare you to go interview him again. Afterall, he's team captain for Chamber of Horrors.
Todd Grisham: What are you? Crazy? Man, my arm still hurts from the last time. Besides, you're trained by Al Snow. You go interview him.
Josh Mathews: But, he's your "buddy".
Todd Grisham: You have also beaten JBL. Henceforth, you have more credentials then me.
Josh Mathews: Look Tucson boy, just cause you got hired off of some rinky dink newsteam, you got to prove yourself. I earned my interview spot.
(Trik stops & looks at both of them with a look of disgust. Both Josh & Todd turn the other way & walk off really fast.)
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Ragnal
Game Genie
Yanno what they say: All toasters toast El Dandy
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Post by Ragnal on Feb 24, 2006 21:45:04 GMT -5
*No music plays as Atlas and Johnson head down to the ring.*
LILLIAN: The following contest is for the EWT Tag Team Championships. Making their way to the ring is the team of Tony Atlas and Rocky JOHNSON!
*As soon as the two make their way into the ring, High Voltage plays as Mike and Joe Ragnal make their way out from the back, tag team belts in hand.
LILLIAN: And the opponents...they are the EWT Tag Team Champions...Mike and Joe RAGNAL!
*As Mike and Joe get in the ring, Mike grabs the mic from Lillian.*
MIKE: So it looks like at Freek Show, Curly and Big are looking for our titles. A midget, and some big giant plan to take us down. I'm sorry, but...doesn't Curly belong in the circus or something?
*The crowd chants VLB.*
MIKE: Right, there you go. That is exactly what Curly Long is, thinking he's even WORTH a tag title! A midget in wrestling I'll believe, but this is PROFESSIONAL wrestling, not MIDGET wrestling! And the fact is name is 'Long'...isn't that an oxymoron or something? Am I right?
*The crowd cheers on.*
MIKE: Whatever the case,Curly, we don't fear you, and we don't fear your bodygaurd! The Ragnals are gonna strike like lightning, and we're gonna strike HARD!
Atlas and Johnson run at the Ragnals, and start to strike them down. The ref seperates Johnson and Mike, leaving Atlas and Joe to wrestle. Atlas whips Joe into the ropes, then hits a clothesline to him. Atlas goes for an elbow drop, but Joe rolls out of the way, and Atlas hits the canvas. Joe waits for Atlas to stand up and he hits a dropkick to Atlas's chest, knocking him to the ground. Joe goes out onto the apron and bounces onto the ropes for a springboard senton splash. Joe goes to pin.*
1!2!
*Atlas kicks out. Joe whips Atlas towards his corner and tags Mike in. Mike grabs Atlas from out of the corner, and whips him into the ropes, and hits a step-over toe-hold onto Atlas, who falls onto the middle rope. Joe bounces off the ropes and hits a leg drop to the back of Atlas's legs, then Mike hits a bulldog. Atlas falls from the ropes, and Mike hits a Lionsault on Atlas, then goes to pin.*
1!2!
*Atlas kicks out. Mike goes to whip Atlas into the ropes, but Atlas reverses and whips Mike towards Johnson. As Mike hits the ropes, Johnson holds him with a Full Nielson, and Atlas rushes, looking for a spear. Mike, still locked in the Nielson, leaps up, causing Atlas to spear Johnson, who releases Mike and falls off the apron to the ground. Atlas looks outside and asks if Johnson's alright, as Mike comes from behind and hits a release German suplex. Mike and Joe climb onto the closest turnbuckles, and hit the High Voltage and Cloudbreaker respectively on Atlas. Mike goes for the pin.*
1!2!
*Just before he can get the three, Mr. Big comes out of nowhere and hits a double axe smash from behind onto Mike. The ref calls the bell, ending the match in DQ. Big picks Mike up and hits a brainbuster to Mike. Joe goes to help, but gets pulled out of the ring by Curly. Joe falls out on his stomach, and Curly kicks him repeatedly in the gut, with one blow to the groin. In the ring, Big hoists Mike onto his shoulders and hits an F5 to Mike. Curly get into the ring, and stares at Mike with a gap-toothed grin. Big hands Curly a mic.*
CURLY: You say I'm too small for REAL wrestling, pal? Well, we'll see what you think when you finally step into the ring with me-the V!L!B!
*Curly's music plays as he dropes the mic, and Big picks him up and places him onto his shoulder, and the two walk to the back, leaving the Ragnals knocked out at the ring.*
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Post by Ultimo Chocula on Feb 25, 2006 0:44:40 GMT -5
(A white limo pulls up outside of the park and the driver gets out and opens the door. Moniqua Morricone gets out with Fru Fru cradled in her arm while talking on a cel phone in Italian. She walks right by all the fans without acknowledging their existence and enters the make shift EWT backstage area. Terri walks up to her and boy does she look steamed.)
Terri: "Moniqua. Can I have I word with you?"
Moniqua: "Not now, darling. Can't you see I am conducting very important business?"
(Terri snags Moniqua's phone from out of her hand and throws it in a nearby fountain. Fru Fru growls.)
Moniqua: "That was a very rude thing to do, little girl! Why do you do such things? So unbecoming of someone who could be in my school for beautiful people!"
Terri: "I want to know why you had Ultimo and Billy attack the Nyrds in the bathroom! What is your problem? They never did anything to you!"
Moniqua: "Oh, Terri. Darling. Why must you these things so seriously? The Nyrds, they are unfortunate. They are not attractive. They lack style, finesse. And worse, they are in my way. My handsome boys should be the top tag team, not those Nyrds. We just sent them a message, that is all. Now be a dear and retrieve my phone."
Terri: "Hell no! Get your own stinking phone! The Nyrds may be a little on the dweeby side but they are nice guys! They wouldn't do anything to anyone and you know it! I don't know what kind of garbage you're pumping into Ultimo and Billy's heads but it's got to stop! You're turning those guys into monsters! Yeah, they were jerks to begin with but now they're just horrible people!"
Moniqua: "Correction. I am turning them into winners. I am turning them into absolute perfection, in the ring and on the run way. Terri, my dear, there's one thing you must understand. There is no room for the ugly. That is why I'm here. To rid the EWT of the homely and the unsightly. This is my mission, and the Nyrds are only the beginning. Now I must go and prepare my handsome boys for their match."
(Moniqua gives a smug little smirk and begins to walk off while Terri glares at her. Terri then smiles and yells over to Moniqua.)
Terri: "Oh, by the way! Did you happen to see the line up for Freek Show?"
Moniqua: "Si. My handsome boys in this Chamber Of Horrors. Such a travesty. They do not deserve such treatment."
Terri: "Did you read......all of it?"
Moniqua: "What do you mean?"
(Terri goes over to the line up and points to a match. Moniqua reads it and her eyes bug out of her skull.)
Moniqua: "What?! What is this? Is this some joke? Who made this match? I did not make it? Why am I facing this Tanya?"
Terri: "What's the matter? Are you scared?"
Moniqua: "I am outraged! I am not a wrestler! I am a manager and fashion designer! I am not about to get into the ring with that......that......"
Terri: "That what? Hood rat? You should really be careful who you piss off around here. Tanya's really getting a head of steam in the GND division. Just out of curiosity, how many matches have you wrestled?"
(Moniqua glares at Terri, he nostrils flaring, and storms off, looking for Billy and Ultimo. Terri watches her walk away and laughs.)
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Post by HMARK Center on Feb 25, 2006 0:53:06 GMT -5
<HMark is in the locker room, getting ready for his match with DDP. There's a sopping sound outside, and he turns as two figures plod into the room. It's the Nyrds, finally freed from their bathroom hell, and Joel is absolutely soaking wet from the finely bleached toilet water of the EWT Arena.>
HM: Hey, Nyrds!
<both Nyrds recoil a bit, afraid someone is calling them out.>
HM: Woah, woah, I said "Nyrds", not "nerds"...ok, that doesn't help...you know what I mean. Joel, Mike.
<both Nyrds now turn towards HMark, who stands over them. Both hang their heads, almost too ashamed to look another EWT wrestler in the eye.>
Joel: Um, hey.
Mike: Yeah, hi.
HM: <confused> Uh...you guys know that we're teaming at Freek Show, right? I'm Team Captain? Chamber of Horrors? Hello? <he barely gets a reaction...starts snapping fingers at them. Nothing.> God, that's weird. You guys are always bouncing around this place like lemurs with ADD. I would've sworn you guys would be falling over yourselves at the thought of getting the HBM boys in a cage like this-
Both Nyrds: OH DEAR GOD NO.
Mike: Keep them away!
Joel: Around, around, around the water goes...no more! No more!
HM: Huh? The hell are you guys talking about?
Bret Michaels: <from the back of the locker room> So you didn't see the footage, eh? <snaps gum, puts his arm around Cherry>
HM: Well, no...unlike some people, I actually prepare for my matches. By the way, <sarcastically> welcome to the team, partner. What happened to these two?
HBH: I think the question is more "what DIDN'T happen to 'em". Those Model boys got their hands on them...don't suppose you remember what used to happen to the, eh, "academically inclined" back in high school?
HM: Yikes.
HBH: Your damn right, "yikes". Hey, by the by, this'll be the first time we team up since the original Board Games, right?
HM: ...holy crap. That long?
HBH: Heh, 4 Latino Boardsmen Order fer life, bud. <makes a sarcastic hand sign> See you cats around. <waltzes off with Cherry>
<HMark watches him go, then turns back to the Nyrds>
HM: So are you two about to tell me that these two guys have broken you?
<both Nyrds nod>
HM: You've got to be @#$%in' kidding me. You mean I've gotta lead a team into the biggest cluster@#$% of a gimmick this business has ever seen, deal with a kid who's starting to play "Single White Female" on me, AND I'm going to be going into it with a stuck up vet and two little kids who're shoving their heads in the sand, all because of some high school bull@#$%?!
Well @#$% THAT!
Sit up, both of you!
<the Nyrds seem hesitant, but straighten themselves out>
HM: Let me ask you guys something? You're "nerds", right? ...you still know what I mean?
Mike: Well...yeah.
HM: And you've been that way for, oh, probably since you hit puberty, right?
Joel: <nervous laughter> Well, uh, that's a little harsh, I mean, it's not like we never dated back in school...<turns to Mike> Remember that one girl in freshman year? I guess she kinda had a little acne, but her lisp wasn't that-
HM: <interrupts> Ok, that's a yes. So, is it safe to say you guys didn't exactly have the easiest of times back then, am I right?
Mike: Yeah...yeah, I guess we did.
HM: And for as awful as these HBM douches have been to you, with the costing you matches, the Super Nintendo thing-
Joel: GameCube.
HM: Right, the GameBoy thing, the swirlies, whatever...you've put up with enough in your lifetimes that this can't be the alpha and omega of it all!
Mike: Yeah...yeah! Dang, I still remember when I got pinned up to a batting cage by my Legend of Zelda boxers by the varsity club! THAT was a bad day!
Joel: And that time they tried to feed me to the snake in the bio lab...wow, the memories...
HM: Um, yeah. Anyway...what did you two do after that? Don't answer: you trained, you worked your asses off, and now you're veritable EWT megastars. You hear me? Listen to someone who's been here since the VERY beginning: you two are as over with this crowd as A-Bomb and Stevie were in their heyday....just without the homoerotic overtones. You two gave new life to this tag division, and made the fans happy to see it again! You've pushed the Ragnals to the limit how many times? Three? Five? Forty? I don't know; point is, you two have come a LOT farther than the meatheads who treated you like crap!
Joel: Dang right, we have!
Mike: Yeah! We're on national TV, for Pete's sake! Those other idiots are probably watching us as we speak!
HM: Now you're getting it! Look, I'm gonna tell you something that not everyone knows about me: I started training to wrestle when I was 15. A freshman. Do you know how much crap I took for it? How many girls told me I was a just a "nice guy", because they didn't want to be too closely associated with "that wrestler kid"? Or how many people told me I was a "sick freakshow", or that I'd never make it anywhere in life?
Mike: A lot?
HM: Two, maybe three, tops...but that's besides the point. The point is, I know what it's like to deal with this stuff, too. Someone knocks you for doing what you love, or being who you are...well, there's only one way to deal with them.
Joel: Hold you head high, move on, and prove you're a bigger man by being above petty grudges?
HM: Pssht, hell no. You get the mother@#$%ers back as best you can. I got a couple people back when I learned how to reverse a left hook into a Cross ArmBreaker in junior year...I guess that suspension was never technically striken from my record...and you two are going to use your skills, and, more importantly, those mango-sized brains of yours to deal with these twits.
Joel: And when we're done doing that...we get them in the cage!
Mike: THE CAGE!
Joel: And there's nowhere for them to go!
Mike: No more sneak attacks, no more hiding behind doors or running through the crowd, no more dogs or valets-
HM: And are you gonna let those sons of @#$%hes walk out under their own power?!
Nyrds: <same time> HELL NO! <both Nyrds begin pounding fists into the lockers...but immediately stop, shaking their hands out>
Mike: Ooh, I hope that doesn't swell-
HM: Alright then! It's settled! You two go dish out the Revenge of the Nyrds, and we finish the job at Freek Show, got it?
Both: YEAH!
Joel: And YOU'RE gonna help us!
HM: ...?
Mike: Yeah! We really gotta thank you for giving us a hand here, real Team Captain qualities, so why don't you lend us a hand, here?
HM: Uh, I'm not sure we're in the same clique, you kno-
Joel: Ah, nonsense, we don't exclude anyone from OUR gang! Let's get this ball rolling!
<The Nyrds both run off, trying to drag a very reluctant HMark behind them. As the camera fades to black, we hear a voice>
HM: BUT WHAT ABOUT MY FREAKING MATCH?!
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Curly Long
AC Slater
Midget Wrestling Master
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Post by Curly Long on Feb 25, 2006 11:15:40 GMT -5
Back at EWT Disney arena backstage area and Curly is sitting on a table gloating about there recent achievements
CURLY: You see Big .. we still have it, that no good rotten instinct to get what I want ... those Ragnal chumps didn't know what hit them, me with the punching and the kicking, and you with the ...
Mr. BIG: F5's and Powerbombs ..
CURLY: Damm straight .. you've been watching those Brock Lesnar matches again haven't you?
Mr. BIG: Yeah he's quite the impact player ...
CURLY: I thought that was Lance Storm?
Silent Pause ..... both start laughing a lot
Mr. BIG: Haahahe .. you got me there Lance Strom an Impact wrestler .. ooh look a leglock run away ...hahaha
Curly controls himself and grins
CURLY: Now Big, we've gone over the plan for our match right .. and your happy with both plan A and B ...right? .. I want this to look realistic
Mr. BIG: Yeah boss .. no problem
CURLY: Good ... lets go show the rest of the EWT how a Tournament match should go down!
Curly hops off the table as they head to the ring
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Post by The Bad Man on Feb 25, 2006 11:32:17 GMT -5
We cut to the EWT Interview session with Sum Guy, who is standing beside D'Zee
SUM GUY: Hi, I'm Sum Guy and I have never been to Harlem ... now with me today is the Harlot Hunt 2006 winner and in her 2nd match she goes for the GND Title ... So D'Zee do you think you can hang with one of the EWT's best female wrestlers?
D'Zee: Listen up ... and Listen Good, I won that tournament and I intend to make a name for myself from it ... but I don't intend to be the traditional miss goody two shoes to do it understand? ...
SUM GUY: ... Err ...
D'Zee: thats right you err away little man ... because I'm here for one reason myself ... I don't like you, I certainly don't like to find out that losers like Cherry got a job and I certainly don't like people who are in my way ... and unfortunately Oceanic that includes you! ...
SUM GUY: you do know she is the EWT GND Champion?
D'Zee: I don't give a damm ... because come the final bell ... you'll be looking at the first Harlot Hunt winner to become EWT GND Champion! ... and you know why Sum?
SUM GUY: .. You got me, why?
D'Zee smashes Sum Guy in the face with a nasty Right Hook
D'Zee: Damm Right, I got you!
D'Zee walks off leaving Sum Guy on the floor with a busted nose
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Doomrider
Hank Scorpio
I wanna bang Marla.
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Post by Doomrider on Feb 25, 2006 11:50:16 GMT -5
(We fade back from commercial to find Lillian Garcia standing in the middle of a makeshift arena somewhere in the Magic Kingdom. It even has a small-scale CrapTron!)
Lillian: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and is a #1 Contender's Tournament Quarter-Final Match!
(Heaven's a Lie hits over the PA and Virus makes his way out to the ring, intense look on his face and knee still bandaged from his match with Ultimo Chocula.)
Lillian: Introducing first, he is 6'10" tall and weighs in at 325 pounds, VIRUS!
(Virus springboards over the top rope, showing his knee isn't quite as bad as it looks. Heaven's a Lie fades out...)
Lillian: And his opponent...
(The lights go out suddenly and Lillian's microphone goes dead as the now familiar burning gates come on to the CrapTron. Mastodon's Crusher Destroyer hits and the crowd boos in advance of the Next Messiah's appearance. However, the lights don't come back up immediately, and Deron Miller's voice can be heard booming over the PA system.)
Miller: Virus... an appropriate name. You truly are a plague upon this business. It will be my pleasure to put a stop to your vile infection!
(The lights are back up, and Deron Miller is standing right behind Virus, black towel draped over his head. Virus is still staring at the burning gates on the makeshift CrapTron as Miller throws off his towel and lands a devastating kick to the back of Virus's head. The referee calls for the bell to start the match.)
DING DING DING!
Virus falls to one knee, and Miller keeps on the offensive with another kick to the head. Virus sways, but doesn't fall over, as Miller runs over to the ropes and bounces off them in a Lionsault! Miller hangs on for the pin afterwards...
1!... 2!... POWEROUT!
Virus throws Miller off him and halfway across the ring! Miller uses this momentum to roll the rest of the way out to the arena floor, as Virus sits up and rubs the back of his head angrily. Miller begins to try and sneak around the ring to get another attack on the big man, but Virus catches Miller in the act and launches into the air in a suicide dive! Miller is knocked down to the ground, and Virus lands awkwardly and slams into the security railing. Both men are down for a few seconds to catch their breath, as the crowd begins to buzz with excitement at the high-flying athleticism they've already witnessed from both men mere minutes into the match.
Virus is the first to return to his feet, and he drags Miller back up and Irish Whips him hard into the... NO! Deron Miller manages to reverse the momentum of the whip somehow, and sends Virus flying hard into the steel steps! The impact is so severe that the steps are knocked at least a foot away from their normal position, and Virus looks to be out cold! The crowd is on their feet now, chanting "EWT! EWT! EWT!" as Miller begins trying to get Virus back to his knees or his feet. Miller finally succeeds, then throws Virus onto the security barrier, facing upwards. Miller looks around at the crowd, then smirks and climbs onto the barrier himself, pacing out about 20 feet between him and the downed Virus. Then, with a running start, Miller hits a tremendous running leg drop on the big man! Virus falls to the arena floor with an awkward thud, but Miller is protected by Virus's body. A few seconds pass, where the crowd is chanting "HOLY S***!" and "EWT!", before Miller returns to his feet once more.
Miller then checks under the ring, and pulls out a table! The crowd sinks at the realization that Deron Miller + momentum + table is not a very good equation for the favorite, Virus. Miller slides the table into the ring, then begins to set it up as Virus finally begins to stir on the outside. Miller has the table just about finished before Virus rolls back into the ring. Deron meets Virus with a few boots to the back before dragging him over to the table with a devilish gleam in his eye. Miller then grabs Virus and is apparently looking for the Crusher/Destroyer combo when...
An evil version of "Pomp and Circumstance" begins to play over the PA! The crowd and Miller turn to the ramp wondering what the hell the PTA wants. Principal Pain makes his way out from under the temporary CrapTron, looking at the ring intently as if he's interested in the result of the match. Miller stares confusedly at Pain until he realizes that he's forgotten all about Virus. Unfortunately for Miller, that realization comes as he is lifted up into the air in a backdrop! Miller lands hard on the mat between the table and the ropes, and Virus takes the opportunity to shoot a questioning glance at the leader of the PTA before returning his attention to Miller, who is using the ropes to return to his feet.
Miller charges at Virus, but Virus is ready for him with a hellacious Black Hole Slam. Virus goes for the cover...
1!... 2!... 3... NO! Miller just barely kicks out. Pain can be seen wincing at the close call, although it's not certain if it's because Virus was inches away from the win, or if Miller snatched a second life from the jaws of defeat. Regardless, the two men are back up now, and Virus whips Miller into the turnbuckle and charges in for a splash...
BUT MILLER MOVES OUT OF THE WAY! Virus hits, sternum-first, on the turnbuckle. Virus staggers around the ring, clutching his chest, as Miller jumps up onto the top turnbuckle and quickly leaps into the air in a huge cross-body! Miller goes for the pin...
1!... 2!... 3... NO! Virus survives a close call, and again Pain can be seen wincing. Miller gets up and gets in the referee's face for a few seconds before returning to a winded Virus. Miller lifts Virus onto his feet, delivering a few controlling clubs to the neck before whipping Virus onto the table near the center of the ring. Miller then climbs the same turnbuckle he just cross-bodied Virus off of, then takes a few seconds to taunt the crowd, much to the fans' chagrin. He then gives Pain another glance, and leaps off the air in a giant frog splash...
ONLY TO FIND NOBODY HOME ON THE TABLE! Virus rolled out of the way just in the nick of time! Miller goes crashing through the table, ribs first, and down to the mat. Smelling blood, Virus wastes no time in signaling for the Infection to a confused pop, as the match thus far has been a clusterlove, and on top of that, the crowd is still trying to figure out what Principal Pain might want.
Virus hooks in the Infection, then lifts Miller up into the air in the stalling brainbuster position. Virus spins around, giving Pain a clear look at the move, before slamming Miller down forcefully to the mat with the sitdown powerbomb.
1!... 2!... 3!
DING DING DING!
Lillian: Here is your winner, VIRUS!
(The referee raises Virus's hand in victory as both Virus and a recovering Deron Miller now turn their full attention once again to Principal Pain. Pain is smirking and clapping as we fade to commercial.)
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Post by Oceanic on Feb 25, 2006 12:44:23 GMT -5
The crowd stirs as Howard Finkel announces that the next match will be for the Girl Next Door Championship.
"Welcome To The Terrordome" comes over the PA. 2006 Harlot Hunt D'Zee comes out from the back and stops at the top of the ramp. She looks out over the crowd and adjusts her right wrist that is heavily taped up with black tape. When she's finished glaring at the crowd she marches down to the ring and stands in the dead center, raising her fist up under a spotlight.
"Maritime" comes on and the crowd raises up a loud cheer. Oceanic walks out from the back, GND title draped over her shoulder, and calmly walks down to the ring, occasionally slapping five with a fan. She enters the ring and lays the belt on the mat and kneels on one knee. After a few moments she swoops the belt up and holds it up high for all of the crowd to see.
The lights come back up and the referee takes the belt. The bell rings and the two women circle each other. Oceanic holds her hand out to shake but D'Zee gives her a look, then slaps her hand away. The crowd "Oooh's!" at this. Oceanic roosters an eyebrow and looks at D'Zee with a little contempt. They circle each other again and lock up. They struggle back and forth until D'Zee throws Oceanic down on her back causing the crowd to gasp again. Oceanic gets back up to her feet and stares at D'Zee, who's making the "come on" motion. They lock up again and struggle back and forth again then Oceanic steps behind D'Zee's leg and throws her down and locks in a cross arm breaker. D'Zee quickly makes her way to the ropes and Oceanic breaks the hold. Oceanic gets back up and makes the same "come on" gesture. The crowd applauds Oceanic as D'Zee stands back up and glares at her. They go to lock up again but D'Zee punches Oceanic in the chest. D'Zee gives a couple stiff forearm blows to the head and backs Oceanic up to the ropes. D'Zee sends Oceanic into the ropes and goes for a back body drop, but Oceanic telegraphs and clenches in a Grounded Front Face Lock. Oceanic's legs are wrapped around D'Zee's body and she squeezes on the head while D'Zee tries to escape it. Oceanic keeps the hold on for about 15 seconds then lets go of it just to show D'Zee what she's up against. The crowd approves and starts up an "OC-EE-AN-IC!" chant with the appropriate hand claps. D'Zee pounds the mat in frustration and gets up.
The two women circle each other again and lock up. Oceanic backs D'Zee in the corner and the referee asks for a clean break. Oceanic lets go and D'Zee comes out with an eye rake. The crowd boos but D'Zee doesn't care. She clobbers Oceanic with a double axe handle to the back, sending her down to her knees. D'Zee scoops Oceanic up and slams her back down to the mat. D'Zee picks Oceanic up again and lifts her up for a suplex, stalling in the vertical base so she can think about it, then falls down to the mat. D'Zee gets right back up and measures Oceanic, waiting for her to stand back up. Oceanic gradually makes it back up to her feet. Oceanic turns around and D'Zee rears back and using all of her momentum and arms strength throws a straight forward punch right into Oceanic's stomach. Oceanic doubles over and falls right onto her knees and slumps down onto her chest holding her stomach with the wind knocked out of her. D'Zee puts her foot up on Oceanic's back and raises her taped fist to the "Boo's" of the crowd. D'Zee continues to gloat, wasting a lot of time. Finally D'Zee makes a cover but she doesn't hook the leg.
1..... 2.....
Oceanic kicks out. D'Zee turns to the ref and slaps her hands three times. D'Zee picks Oceanic up goes for a power bomb, but suddenly Oceanic squeezes her legs and hurricanranas D'Zee over. She keeps the leg scissors applied and begins to throw several Thai elbows to D'Zee's face. After 15 elbows Oceanic gets up and picks D'Zee up with her. Oceanic sends D'Zee into the corner and runs in, blasting her with a Knee Bazooka. Oceanic follows with a snap mare takeover and a Buzzsaw Kick right into D'Zee's chest. D'Zee is layed out flat on her back and Oceanic springs off the second rope with a Lionsault, followed by a double leg drop across the stomach. Oceanic gets up and motions to the fans, who begin a "GND!" chant. D'Zee staggers back up to her feet but Oceanic is ready for her and takes her back down with a running STO. Oceanic picks her back up, winds up the arm, and delivers two stiff kicks to D'Zee's stomach, followed by an ax kick to the back of the head. Oceanic picks D'Zee up in a fireman's carry position then blasts her with the Go2Sleep, knocking her flat out on her back again. Oceanic goes down and immediately applies TAAS. D'Zee tries to fight it off but Oceanic cranks back on it even harder. Before too long D'Zee has to tap out.
Oceanic lets go of the hold and gets up as the referee raises her arm up in victory. Oceanic takes her belt and climbs up on the second turnbuckle to display it for the fans. She goes over to the opposite side and does the same as the crowd cheers her on. Oceanic then goes to the center of the ring, and signs "I love you" and points to all the fans.
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Post by girlnextdoor on Feb 25, 2006 12:53:48 GMT -5
*The camera pans the crowd after oceanic's victory & we catch, yet, the same famaliar face for the third time since Magic; The Gathering. She has a look of disgust on her face, as she turns & walks away extremely fast.*
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Post by B.A. on Feb 25, 2006 16:14:29 GMT -5
Lillian: The following match...is the 3rd round of the EWT Heavyweight Championship!!
*Halls of Illusion plays*
Lillian: On the way to the ring...acompanied by Jacola!..from Milan, Michigan...Deamon Cohln.
Deamon is in back of Jacola and when they get to the ring, Jacola opens the ropes for Deamon and he gets in the ring and walks around it waiting for his opponent.
Remedy plays Lillian: From Washington, D.C...here is eddie..omega!!
Eddie comes out on the ramp with his sunglasses, and purple and yellow tights. He looks at the both of them, as Jacola stares menacingly at Eddie. Eddie looks up to him, as the ref tries to back both Jacola and Deamon up. He looks out to the crowd and raises his arms while stretching out on the ropes. *bell rings*
The crowd is into today folks, Eddie Omega and Deamon will sqaure off, and the winner will move on to the fourth round of the EWT Heavyweight Championship. Eddie and Deamon both are good superstars, thought Deamon has a distinct height disadvantage to Eddie Omega. Collar elbow tie up... ....and Eddie pushes Deamon off with ease. Eddie looks to the crowd and the crowd boos and tries to taunt him. Eddie, gets between the ropes and talks smack to the crowd with one leg in the ring, the other on the apron. Deamon sees this and runs towards Eddie knocking him out the ring on to the barrier outside. *crowd is mixed in reaction*
Deamon is jumping on Eddie who is still shaken up, with brutal punches, and clubs over the back. Eddie goes around the other side of the ring. No Deamon gets on the apron again while Eddie is drowsy and sets him up signaling to the crowd. He runs and does a huricanrana, but amazingly Eddie catches him, and runs his back into the ring post. Jacola notices this and tries to attack Eddie but the ref jumps out the ring to back him up from interfering. Eddie notices this and throws Deamon into the time keepers table. He grabs a chair, and is about to hit eddie but Deamon kicks Eddie, forcing him to drop the chair. He then gets on the announcers table, and flies off it clothesling Eddie on the floor.
Deamon gets up, and rolls back into the ring. Eddie is slow, and the ref is checking on him. Both men now in the ring, and Deamon runs into the ropes and dropkicks Eddie in the face, who was still on one knee. Deamon picks Eddie up and tries and irish whip, but Eddie is too strong! He smiles at Deamon and clotheslines him with such force it turns him inside out. Eddie picks Deamon up and looks to give him a hiptoss but is knee'd in the stomach. Deamon flips backwards after what looks like a attempted rocker droper and with sheer strength german suplexs Eddie.
The crowd is really into it now!! Eddie is groggy and Deamon runs into the ropes and dropkicks his knee , and kicks Eddie straight in the head which looks like it knocks him out. Deamon pins him..
1...2...
No! He kicks out at the last second, and Jacola on the outside is pissed. Eddie is brought up to his feet, and Deamon irish whips him and slides under him, grabbing both legs, and doing a boston crab, shades of Crash Holly!!
Eddie is desperately trying to get to the ropes, but he slowly does so. Hes now in the corner and Eddie wants a break so he hides between the ropes. The ref makes Deamon back off but he doesnt let Eddie off easy. He runs to the other side of the ring and tries a splash by running into Eddie, but is caught!! But deamon elbows eddie repeatedly, climbs to the top rope and does...what?? It looks like Teh Crush!!! but it knocks eddie out the ring. Deamon distracts the ref, and Jacola picks Eddie up and begins to assault him by punches, then does a chokeslam... chaos has broken loose, but something even more bizarre happens. A women, that has been coming out for the past couple of weeks, makes her way out, on to the ramp. Shes been watching for a good 2 two minutes now, Deamon has no clue whats going on, and now Jacola sees this, and is fed up...as he goes up the ramp and chases her backstage. Deamon is furious, and calls for Jacola to come back. Eddie is getting up and makes it barely in the ring at the count of 9. Now Deamon wants to end it. He sets eddie up, and goes for his DDDDT and hits it.!!
Ref..1....2..
NOOO! Eddie kicks out again, and Deamon goes for another DDDDT which should do it. But eddie swings his arm around after Deamon spun and does a spinebuster with sheer velocity. Both men are down, and the crowd is into it. Eddie sits up and has this wild look in his eyes. He picks Deamon up, and irish whips him into the turnbuckle. The crowd wants it!!
*Crowd: Pledge! Pledge! Pledge!*
Eddie kicks and kicks and kicks Deamon till hes on the mat, and picks him up. He tosses him into the ropes and shoulderblocks him. Eddie walks around the ring shaking his head that hes not done, and picks him up does a suplex. He slaps Deamons chest, kicks him in his torso, and does a backsplash. Eddie now pikcs him up and carries him to the ropes. They know what time it is!!
Eddie grapples him, and hooks his arms on Deamon on the top rope. But Jacola is seen backstage, after losing the mysterious woman, and sees on the monitor the soon to be end. He runs as fast as he can to the ramp, and rushes down the ring just as Eddie hits the Omega Psi Slamma and pins him. Jacola with his massive arms reaches inside the ropes and pulls the Ref out which is an automatic Dq. He now is kicking eddie, hurting those ribs that he injured with that chokeslam on the outside.
*bell is ringing*
Deamon is coming to and orders Jacola to chokeslam him again. Jacola picks him up, and does another chokeslam. Deamon now tells him to throw him...
Deamon: "Do it damnt! Do it! Straight to Hell!! Now!"
Oh no, it looks like Jacola hooks Eddie in for it. He picks him up, and does the Angelic Powerbomb which breaks Eddie in half. The crowd is booing like crazy and Deamon now fully aware of things, kicks Eddies stomach in which sounds like it broke something. Eddie cant breathe and the ref calls for assistance.
Lillian: Your winner, by Dq, is Eddie Omega!
Jacola goes over to lillian, who scurries away and Deamon calls for him to go look for the mystery women. The camera cuts showing eddie in the ring with paramedics
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Ratings
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Post by Ratings on Feb 25, 2006 17:37:56 GMT -5
(CUT TO front arena parking lot. A white stretch humvee limousine pulls up. The chauffeur exits from the front driver side door and makes his way to the back. He opens the door and out comes THE ELITE: MAXX AWESOME, ERIK MAJORS, & KPW World Heavyweight Champion & GWE Heavyweight Champion, RATINGS. With his two titles resting on his shoulders, RATINGS as well as MAXX & ERIK stare at the arena.)
RATINGS: "So this is EWT..." (to MAXX & ERIK) "Why don't we show who's second rate around here."
(The three proceed towards the arena.)
FADE OUT
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