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Post by Moxie loves Natalie on Aug 20, 2005 23:06:06 GMT -5
Fink: making his way to the ring, he is a Sponsor of the EWT Maim Event... He is, Simon Dean!
<Simon Dean makes his way down to the ring, light blue jumpsuit and all.>
Simon: Welcome fat people! I'm sorry, maybe I should say Obese! You, you from the crowd, you are looking rather plump, how would you like to try some of my patented, Simon System?
Fat guy: Yeah, Yeah!
<The fat kid comes out from the crowd and meets Simon Dean in the Ring.>
Simon: Now, what's your name?
FK: My name is Eric, I'm from right here, in.....
Simon: Yeah! That's great! Now, here try this Simon Fitno-Powder!
<The unfamiliar bass licks of "Peace Sells" makes it's way through out arena, and the crowd pops up to see who it is.>
Carl Guerrero: Whoa Whoa Whoa! I'd stop right where you are, Simon Dean!
<The crowd pops up a bit, then dies down, and they see "The Peacebringer" Carl Guerrero make his way down to the ring.>
SD: Whoa! Carl Guerrero! You're that Peacebringer guy, Well, I'm here to tell you, that with my patented Simon System, you can get rid that... piece you call of a stomach! Lose a few pounds, eh!
CG: Well now, the ever famous Simon Dean. Now, I'm not much of a historian, but were the Bodydonnas done years ago?
SD: Funny, wise guy!
CG: I don't want to fight you Simon Dean. I'm pacifist. I don't like war, I don't like fighting...
SD: Does that make you think you're better than everyone else here?
<Simon gets in Carl's face a bit.>
CG: Despite what you think, I am no Punk. I am "The Peacebringer", I'm also the one who you're supposed to be fighting tonight.
SD: Supposed to be?
CG: Now, despite what you think, I won't be fighting you, I've come to the EWT to prevent paultry fights, and squabbles, even fight Discrimination. Now, ref, call for the bell.
<The ref calls for the bell, and Carl lays on his back.>
SD: What the Hell is this?!
CG: I refuse to fight! Pin me!
SD: No!
CG: DO it!
SD: Argh.
<Simon pins Carl, 1.2..3.>
JR: This is absurd!
Fink: Your winner, by pinfall.... Simon... Dean!
<Simon leaves and Carl gets a mic again.>
CG: I won't leave the EWT until there is Peace! Even if it's the death of me.
<Carl calms down>
CG: Now remember, Goodwill, and Good Day!
<Fade to Black>
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Ragnal
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Post by Ragnal on Aug 20, 2005 23:34:59 GMT -5
*The Ragnals are backstage watching the last match,Mike with a look of disgust on his face.*
MIKE:I can't believe it.I canNOT belie-can you believe it?A wrestler who doesn't want to fight!Who has ever heard of that?
JOE:Well,the guy's trying to bring in peace.But...um,...no,I got nothing to save his case.
LINDA:WHY is he even here?WHY come to a wrestling ring to stop violence?WHy not start a rally outside of the White House?
MIKE:I dunno.But all I can think about is the PTA.Can you believe they think I should be punished for my actions against Ape?And yet,THEY should be the ones to get away with it?!
JOE:So,what're you gonna do about it?
MIKE:I need to talk to Toomi about a tag match for the next,PPV,that's what!
*Mike walks out the door.Fade to black.*
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Millie D
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Post by Millie D on Aug 21, 2005 2:53:51 GMT -5
Lillian-"The following match is scheduled for one fall and it is the LOSER LEAVES TOWN MATCH!"
The crowd goes nuts and it gets all dark and you hear "WHOA, ITS TIME TO ROCK AND ROLL" blaring on the speakers
Lillian-" Introducing the challenger..from Toronto, Ontario, Canada , Trish Stratus!"
Trish is wheeled out by a very nice looking paramedic and is holding a piece of paper
She is assisted into the ring by the paramedic and is visibly hurt. She grabs the mic..
Trish-" I am here to announce that I will not be participating in this match as due to my injuries i suffered at the hands of Mistress Mia. I have a doctor's excuse saying that any more injuries could be fatal and I could never wrestle again. Furthermore, I will not be leaving town anytime soon...."
Just then The lights go out and a stunned Trish looks up and hears the sounds of Metallica beating across the arena...it can only mean one thing..
Lillian-" and her opponent, hailing from Cleveland, Ohio..Mistress Mia!"
Mia walks down and enters the ring..Trish is in the corner..Mia poses on the ropes for some pictures and then jumps off the ropes and looks straight at Trish.
The bell rings and Mia heads for the corner Trish is in..Trish, still holding the excuse, falls to her knees begging for mercy and asks Mia to back off..Mia walks over to her and grabs the paper and looks at it..she then wipes her butt with it and throws it out of the ring.
Mia grabs Trish and pulls her into the middle of the ring and then knocks her down onto her back and then Mia gets on top and begins to ram Trish's skull into the mat...Trish finds energy somewhere because she manages to turn Mia over and beat her head into the mat..they roll over and over again, each maintaining the top position at least once until the ref splits them apart
Mia is now in one corner while Trish is in the other...They both run toward each other, but Trish collapses.. a hush fills the room as the paramedic who helped Trish jumps into the ring and checks her vitals..he signals for additional help and 3 more paramedics run down...
a mystified Mia stands in the corner, feeling a bit guilty, but waiting patiently for the match to either be postponed or continue...
The crowd looks worried as the paramedics work on Trish...
Mia looks very worried now and decides to go over and HELP her enemy, lying there, unconscious..
She pushes 2 medics away and leans over Trish, as she does that, Trish grabs Mia and rolls her into a victory roll..MY GAWD! That Vixen just tricked us all!
The ref counts...1-2...Mia kicks out at 2
Trish then begins to attack Mia with a significant number of punches to the face and gut. Trish then picks up a dazed Mia and gives her a spine-buster! Again. she goes for the count..
1-2..Mia kicks out again
Trish then goes for the ropes and she climbs up to the top....a high risk maneuver...she goes for the flying elbow drop...with cameras flashing, Trish takes off and just as she is ready to hit the mat, Mia moves!
Trish is now down and Mia sees this as an opportunity to use a sharpshooter! She grabs Trish's legs and locks hers with her own and turns her over..Mia has it locked!
Trish is screaming in pain and while she is deciding on whether or not to tap out, someone outside catches the ref's eye and with him turned away, one of the paramedics jumps into play and brings a chair in the ring and hits Mia in the back with it! Mia lets go and goes down! The medic runs out of the ring and Trish covers Mia..the ref turns around and begins to count.....1............2...........................Mia got a shoulder up! Trish looks infuriated and looks at the paramedic in anger and grabs Mia and throws her into the ropes and catches her only to body slam her.
Trish is then approached by the ref, holding the paper, and he is screaming at her about the validity of the excuse..she puts her arms in the air and as she does that , Mia regains some strength and heads for Trish..
Breathing heavily, she grabs for Trish but is mysteriously hit from behind and she is knocked into Trish , who knocks the ref down and out!
Mia goes to get up and Trish locks in her finishing move and performs the Stratusphere!! Mia is out cold and among the boos from the crowd a figure emerges....
one of the paramedics enters the ring to look at Mia and pushes Trish back to check Mia's vitals...as he does that he begins to laugh and smacks Mia in the face to awaken her...she wakes up to find that the paramedic is no medic at all..he is Chris Masters! He grabs her and puts her in the Master lock and screams at her..
CM- TRY TO BREAK THE LOCK NOW! NOT SO TOUGH WITHOUT YOUR CHAIR , ARE YA?"
Trish is laughing and Mia is falling into slumber and out from behind the curtain comes running The Mercenary!
He slides into the ring and and knocks Trish down and heads straight for Masters who throws Mia down like a rag doll and they begin to fight..the crowd goes nuts at Merc punches and hits Masters with such force, he literally knocks him out of the ring!
He turns around and sees the ref down, he sees Mia down and he sees Trish getting up, so he goes over to her and out of nowhere does the Payoff on Trish! He then goes and grabs Mia and puts her over Trish and he goes and grabs the ref and slaps him to consciousness....the ref comes to and slowly begins to count
1................ 2................................
3!
The music starts as Lillian grabs a mic-"The winner of this match, Mistress Mia!"
Mia has won! Mia has won! Merc runs in and helps his beloved to her knees and he puts her hand up in victory
He then escorts her out of the ring to splattered cheers and boos and he stops at the top of the ramp and turns her around and whispers to her that she has done it! Trish has to leave now and will never bother her again...Mia smiles softly as Merc scoops her into his arms and carries her into the back...
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DQorDie
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Post by DQorDie on Aug 21, 2005 10:01:39 GMT -5
Camera is focused above the crowd as "Ravishing" Rick Rude's theme rolls on in as the bell rings & we go to the Fink.
Howard Finkel: This next contest is the special SUPER POSEDOWN CHALLENGE & match for the Jesse "The Body" award 2005!!! Making his way down the aisle with his manager Bobby "The Brain" Heenan, he weighs in at 251 lb., hailing from Robbinsdale, Minnesota. He is.........Ravishing....Rick........Ruuuuuude!!!!
Gorilla Monsoon: Hello everybody I'm Gorilla Monsoon with The Body's replacement for today, Lord Alfred Hayes.
Lord Alfred Hayes: My dear fellow what a match we have upcoming between two gladiators of the realm of pyshical conditioning.
GM: Yes indeed Lord Al, we have the Super Posedown Challenge & Match for Jesse Ventura's coveted Jesse The Body award 2005!
He & his manager Bobby "The Brain" Heenan come out the curtain all sparking. Rude's jheri curl is making the back of his robe wet & his Tom Selleck mustache is perfectly trimmed. Rude puckers up for the camera as they make their way down ringside. Both men climb up the ringsteps & enter the ring. Jesse Ventura is already inside with a table carrying this year's Jesse The Body Award. Rude grabs the mic from The Fink
"Ravishing Rick Rude: What I'd like to have right now is for all you EWT S-H-*-*-*Y fans out there to hold down your hoagies & see what a real hero looks like! HIT MY MUSIC!!!
Rude walks over to the side of the ring facing the camera & does his wiggle & wipes off his brow in synch with the close of his theme song.
As soon as Rude's theme is finished Flex Magnificent's choir is already in place to begin singing "Hallelujah!" as his entourage of women enter out the curtain & part like the Red Sea so his magnificence & his creater Dr. Delavier may make their way to the ring. It's no sooner than Flex Magnificent comes out wearing a brand new purple rhinestone robe & Delavier is wearing a purple tracksuit to match
The Fink: Coming down the aisle at this time Hailing from Nuremberg, Germany with a weight of 330 lbs. of pure muscle with arms in length of 30 inches, waist 38", legs 24" & at a height of 6'7" he is the undefeated WBF Champion, the Scammy Award Winning, & Olympic Gold Medalist......He is the Genetic Superman[/i].........FLEX..................MAAAAAAAAAAGNIIIIIIIIIIFICEEEEEEEEEEENT!!!!!!!!!!![/i]
Unlike the days before Flex is not followed by his glass cases & absent as well is the Scammy award & Olympic Gold medals. On his face is a stern look as he does his usual routine. Flex is obviously still feeling victimized & aggressive about the whole Limey incidents. They enter the ring as Flex does what he does best, but this time he refrains a little bit giving a slight peak as to not give away the whole package before the unwrapping ceremony. The camera is now on Jesse "The Body" who has the mic in hand & is ready to start the competition.
Jesse "The Body" Ventura: LADIES & GENTLEMEN! WELCOME TO THE 2005 JESSE THE BODY AWARDS! *the fans boo The Body* Tonight is a very special night were the last Jesse The Body award participant shall defend his crown against a newcomer. Now you 2 dudes are no strangers to Super Posedown Challenges. But let me make myself perfectly clear the winner will be decided NOT by this pea-brained simpletons, but by ME Jesse The Body! Hahah. Now you two are fine candidates....So may the best BODY win! First off let us begin with the challenger. Let's hear it for Flex Magnificent!!!
The fans boo as Flex takes center stage. Some cheesy Super Posedown Challenge music plays on the PA as Flex slowly & seductively takes off his robe to reveal his greased up physique as the fans boo even louder. Flex goes into a simple posing routine that then becomes layered into more complexing posing.
LAH: My...what an exquisitely displayed paradigm of physical prowess of the mind & body. This Flex Magnificent shall surely sway the judge's decision in this Superb Posedown Challenge.
Flex finishes off as the fans are still none too pleased with what they're being put through.
JV: MAGNIFICENT!!! What a magnificent display from his magnificence. And now it is time for the reigning & defending champion to make an attempt to hold his crown for one more year. Please hit the music for "Ravishing" Rick Rude!!!!
Rick Rude's theme hits as Rude even more seductively slips out of his robe revealing an equally matched finely oiled body
GM: This ring is becoming greasy than a Pizza Hut pizza box!
Rude tries to up the antee with some excellent poses & tries to cheat with making some unnessecary peaks at his posterrier. Flex starts taking offense at Rude's schecanery & walks up in front of him facing the camera with his guns locked & loaded. Rude gets offended & pushes him out of the way & poses. Flex gets ticked & pushes Rude. They both stare down each other & start posing in front of one another. They now both get carried away & try as hard they can to outpose the other to the point of making up ridiculous poses that look idiotic. Both men are now sweating as veins protrude from both men. Their faces are in complete agony with each new pose.
GM: Both men are going at it in a mentally to see who can out pose the other. It's like it's building up to a tumult!
Just then both men collapse after veins pop in their foreheads. Jesse The Body grabs the mic from the announcers table.
JV: Since both men are out. The winner of the Jesse The Body award will be whoever wins the match between each other!
The referee slides in & rings the bell as both men are laid out unconscious from the Super Posedown Challenge. He tries to revive both men but no luck. The referee goes for a 10 count
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In an attempt to stall for time so that a match may happen he raises both mens arms for the 3 count to see if they can continue.
He raises Flex's arm once.....
It drops.
He raises Rude's arm once..........
It drops.
He goes back to Flex once again........
It drops.
He goes back to Rude now............
It drops.
The referee then goes back to the 10 count
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Flex pops back up & the referee claps his hands & jumps to the otherside but Flex falls back down again. He continues with another 10 count.
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Rude pops up, but this time he tries to balance himself to stand by holding the ropes. Not too long after Flex starts crawling to make it to his feet.
GM: Finally! I thought I was watching something out of Mystery Science Theater...or maybe I was!
LAH: How common of you Gorilla.
Both men are now on their feet, but are back down once more as both men have overgreased themselves for their posing that is is all over them & any attempt to grab the ropes has made them slip right off & fall back to the mat.
Both men are back up & try to tie up but they are too slippery & their hands just roll off of each other. They're now both angry & displeased that they can't even get a hold of one another. Flex Magnificent rolls outside & starts walking around on the mat but falls on his behind due to his greasy feet making the mat slippery.
FM: OOOOWWWW!!!!!! MY TUUUSHY!!!!! *Delavier attends to his creation*
GM: Haha did you hear that Lord Alfred Hayes? He hurt his tushy!
Rude ever the opportunist climbs outside & lifts Flex up for a Rude Awakening on the mat, but when he drops down it's only him as his hands slip right through Flex now it's Rude's tushy that is in pain!
Both men regain whatever is left of their composure & climb back in the ring. Flex starts egging on Rude from across the ring & does a mock version of the Rude wiggle. Rude is ticked off & starts running over to Flex. But he's back down on the mat. This time he twisted his ankle from stepping in a puddle his jheri curl made in the center of the ring while he was posing!
GM:I can't believe it! Rude's jheri curl puddle made him break his ankle! Just look at it Lord Alfred Hayes.
LAH: I shall pass my good man.
A replay is done 5 times in a row of Rude twisting his ankle like a pretzel. The camera is now live again as Rude is screaming out in pain. EMTs have come to the ring to help the ailing Rude, but Flex has something to prove he throws across the ring the EMTs & hits Rude in the face with one of the EMTs tool box of medicinal aid. He trips but gets back up & grabs Rude up by the throat. Flex is now in full roid rage as he tosses Rude across the ring. Due to all the grease in the ring Rude slides to the rops & Flex trips again, but gets back up. Rude is in unbearable pain. Flex slides out the ring & throws over the announcers table & pulls a 35 lb. weight from under the mat. He slides back in & walks slowly over to Rude so not to slip & just drops the weight on Rude's ankle without any effort. Rude just flops around like a fish & screams to no end begging for mercy.
Knowing the jheri curl is off limits to it's unbounded amount of grease Flex digs his fingers into Rude's nose & drags him to the middle of the ring & throws Rude on his back & steps on the broken ankle & just stands there to add insult to injury.
He then drops a knee right to the back of Rude's neck & as if to add the cherry on top he applies the Flex Capacitor which Rude taps out immediate mainly due to his ankle injury. Flex doesn't stop there & wrenches on it making Rude tap even faster.
The Ventura steps in wearing doctor's scrubs over his snake skin boots so not to slip on the ring mat. He is carrying the Jesse The Body award. As soon as Flex catches a glimpses he lets loose & scuttle hurries over to Jesse as if he was a kid running to the ice cream man. Jesse takes the mic.
JV: LADIES & GENTLEMEN! THE WINNER of the Jesse the Body Award 2005.....FLEEEEEEEEX MAAAAAAAAAAGNIFICEEEEEEEEEENT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
"Hallelujah!" blares over the PA as Flex accepts the award from Jesse Ventura. He also accepts the mic to speak.
FM: LIMEY! DID YOU SEE DAT! WHAT I DID DO DIS MAN! A MAN EVEN I RESPECT! Limey......you are far from a oasis in da EWT. No 9 day vacation will stop what I have in sto' fo' you. Dis is manifest denisty, Limey. Dis is orduh of da natural law. You can't escape. YOU CAN'T ESCAPE!!! You have made me a victim Limey. Now you must pay. Pay wit you & you family & friends' OWN BLOOD! I want it Limey! I crave for it. Dis is not ova. I stripped you of your pride like you did to me at No Rest For Da Wicked & next I'll strip you of your belts & den......I'll strip you of your own self. Hahahaha.
GM: This man is a malcontent. He already destroyed the promising career of Carla, Limey's manager. He already embarassed Limey over & over again. And that's not enough?! Now he wants his tag team titles & He wants to end his career? Over what?! Because he called him a bad wrestler & showed to the world how he really got that physique? Is that worth ending a man's career?!
LAH: Well I must say that this Flex Magnificent does have a point.
GM: You've gotta be kidding me Lord Alfred Hayes. If you believe Flex Magnificent than maybe you're as dillusional as he is! But for now we have to pay da billz, Lord Hayzzle my nazzle. Let's hear from our sponsors at Guy's Groovy Grab Bag Outlet Store & Post Office.
Fade to commercial.
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Post by curtrok on Aug 21, 2005 10:38:12 GMT -5
Curtrok walks out to the ring by himself with a microphone. Curtrok slides in the ring to a chorus boos. He lifts up his shrirt to reveal his F.T.W belt.
CR: Well since the Triple Threat is tied up with Les and the BDC I thought I would come out here and talk about my personal agenda a little bit.
A little while ago someone mentioned the name of Merc *spits* to me. And I told the world how I felt about him. Merc didn't really acknowledge me. He pretends he doesn't know why I hate him. He acts like he doesn't know the truth.
Well I'll tell you the truth. I'll tell you the shocking truth, but not tonight. You see Merc is scared that I'm going to reveal his secrect to the world. That's why he's avoiding me. So I'll tell you what I'm going to do.
Do you see this *Holds up the F.T.W belt* This is the most important belt in the World. Full Time Wrestler, its what I am, its what the belt is about. If Merc can beat me for my belt, then I'll keep my mouth shut.
That is if Merc has the guts to come down to the ring and face me like a man in this ring and pin me next week. If he doesn't come down here and face me next me next week then I'll just tell the world your secrect Merc.
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Post by General Zod on Aug 21, 2005 11:56:56 GMT -5
Les E. Biasie is seen watching the Curtrok interview segment from the locker room in the back with Jarrod by his side. He seemeds to be paying complete attention to every word having been said. Suddenly, his cellphone rings...
Les: Hello? Yes....
...Don't you worry about a thing. Your ... "assistance" has been very much appreciated as of late, and I plan to reward you handsomely....
Les hangs up the phone
Jarrod...get me the checkbook. And dial directory services for me. I have a phone call to make...
Fade out...
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Post by Ultimo Chocula on Aug 21, 2005 14:16:43 GMT -5
(UC is still wandering around backstage looking for a tag team partner. Just then Summ Guy approaches him.)
Guy: "Hello everybody at home. I'm Summ Guy and I have a My Little Pony collection in my mom's basement. I'm here with Ultimo Chocula, who is a bit of a target nowadays. Ultimo, first thing's first. What's your beef with Michael Cole?"
UC: "You need to ask?"
Guy: "Good point. Have you found a tag team partner yet for your match vs Cole and Heidenreich?
UC: "Nah, not yet. I don't what the deal is. You'd think I'd have people lined up around the block to smack that little beezo around. Hmmm....Hey Sundae, you look like you're in good shape. You wanna match next week? It'll be fun! Beating Cole up! That's a party right there!"
Guy: "Uhhhh, I'd like to but I can't. I have this medical condition that if anyone touches me I pee my pants."
UC: "Oh fertheluvva........."
Guy: "If I can change the subject and take the attention off me, another person who's been calling you out is Joe Ragnal. He's been making comments about you not being all there and writing things under your name on the match board."
UC: "That was him?! That little nosebleed! What's the deal with those Raggles? They look like rejects from a Mountain Dew commercial. Oohh! They're so extreeeeeeeme! Big deal. Little Joe is nothing more than a speed bump in my way to everlasting glory. To hell with him."
Guy: "Last but certainly not least is Dorf. Next week he wants a match for the number one contender spot for the OX Division Title. Do you accept?"
UC: "Ha! Double ha! And ha some more! Gorf doesn't know when to quit does he? How many times have I handed him his own tuchus over the last few weeks? Well, add one more to that sum cuz it's about to happen again! Boo ya!"
Guy: "Ok, I guess I'm done."
UC: "Good, I still have a partner to find. Peace out, yall!"
Guy: "There you have it. I'm Summ Guy and was front row center for New Kids On The Block in '89."
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Post by whoopdeedoo on Aug 21, 2005 14:34:08 GMT -5
[Toomi Bischoff is standing in the ring holding a mic]
Toomi: It has come to my attention that there has been a major disturbance in our backstage area. It's no secret who's behind it, and it has gotten so out of control that I HAVE to intervene. I want WhoopDeeDoo and Theo Rumm down here NOW!
[Fight for Your Right hits and Theo Rumm strides down to the ring, grinning. Suddenly WDD sprints down the entrance ramp, his fists raised]
Toomi: Oh no you don't! WhoopDeeDoo, if you lay one hand on Theo, you are going to be out of a job for good!
[WDD stops to abrubtly, and falls flat on his face. He picks himself up, grumbling, and gets into the ring, he faces Toomi, as does Theo.]
Toomi: Alright you two, you know and I know that you have turned the backstage area into utter chaos. And it doesn't help that you've gotten other workers in the company fighting as well. But it seems Theo has been so kind as to figure out a way to end this dispute. He has come to me with an idea for a match next week between him and WDD to end it all. It will be.....
WDD: What dammit? WHAT IS IT!?
Toomi: I'm building dramatic tension you moron! As I was saying, the match will be.....A CLOCKWORK ORANGE HOUSE OF FUN MATCH!
[Theo grins at WDD, and WDD glares at him]
Toomi: Now, just to make sure that both of you are still alive before this match, I am barring ANYONE from laying a finger on either of you. If anyone so much as pushes you, they'll be out of EWT on their ass! Now I want both of you to shake hands, now.
[Theo puts his hand out, WDD glares at Theo again, then at Toomi, and finally, grudgeingly, shakes Theo's hand]
Toomi: Very good, now remember boys. No touching.
Theo: No problemo.
WDD: Fine.
[Toomi exits the ring, followed by Theo. WDD hesitates, then finally leaves as well]
WDD: [Under his breath] This immunity could have it's upsides.
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Post by Chrysta on Aug 21, 2005 14:59:12 GMT -5
*Trish is backstage wheeling her belongings out with her,crying.She's stopped by Todd Grisham:
Trish:Don't even bother with me,Todd!Can't you see I'm done with?
Todd:I see that,Trish.All I want to know is your thoughts on leaving EWT.
Trish:My thoughts?My THOUGHTS?!Let me tell you,Todd,that I am FED UP with this federation!I hope to GOD that I never get booked as a jobber here,because I will have so many...horrible memories of going out like I am!I also want Mia to take her win AND her remaining time here,and stick it RIGHT UP HER ASS!I never want to be associated with ANYONE from EWT EVER...again...
*Trish is staring off camera.Todd and the cameraman turn to see who she's looking at.Apparently and most obviously,it's Chrysta,wearing her eye and lip makeup,sporting no smile.*
Chrysta:Trish...the six time WWE Women's champion,crying.You know,you should be glad you're leaving.You weren't going anywhere here.You lost a chance at the Girl Next Door title because of injuries,and now here you are crying over leaving.Showing perhaps your true emotions of EWT.
Trish:Who the Hell do you think you are,and what are you talking about.
Chrysta:My name,Miss Stratus,is Chrysta.And I'm talking about your emotions.It's possible you're crying because you're sad about leaving,or they could be tears of joy.But whatever the matter,you're only one less person to worry about in EWT.
*Chrysta walks off as Trish continues to cry.After a few feet,Chrysta stops,not looking behind her.*
Chrysta:Oh,and Miss Stratus?You have just been given the cold shoulder from the Ice Queen.
*Trish is sobbing even more walking out of the arena.Todd walks up to Chrysta as she continues onward.*
Todd:Chrysta,you seem to be here just some time earlier than expected.Is there a reason for being here?
Chrysta:Todd,I believe it's obvious that I'm here to work some final deals into my contract.But just remember something,Todd.The minute I walk into that ring,and fight my first match in EWT...Hell will FREEZE!OVER!
*Chrysta walks into Toomi Bishcoff's office,leaving Todd and the cameraman outside.Fade to black.*
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Ragnal
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Post by Ragnal on Aug 21, 2005 15:13:40 GMT -5
*Sum Guy is backstage.*
SUM:Hello,I'm Sum Guy and-
JOE:No.No.No!I don't want to hear your stupid nonsense introduction,alright?
SUM:Fine then.I'm here with Joe Raggle,and-
JOE:EXCUSE ME?
*Mike and Linda pop up behind Sum.*
MIKE:Dude,never,EVER disrespect the Ragnal name like that!
JOE:And that goes especially for you,Chocula.The fact you can't even get a name right just PROVES you're not all there.Oh,and the reason you don't have people lining up to help you with Cole is because all you really have to deal with is Heidenreich.Cole's a sissy compared tohim.Hell,why do you even need a partner when you've beaten Cole up a DOZEN times before?!So for the next PPV,I have a challenge-prove you're all there in your head of yours,or prove me right!
*The camera pans back to show a beaten up Sum Guy,and a slightly ruffled up Mike and Linda.*
MIKE:There,we're good.
LINDA:You know,I have a bad feeling we're going to earn a reputation as announcer beaters.
JOE:Nah,it'll pass eventually.
*The Ragnals walk off as the camera focuses in on the beaten Guy.*
SUM:Erf...I'm Sum Guy,and...I wet myself...*passes out*
*Fade to black.*
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Post by whoopdeedoo on Aug 21, 2005 15:59:21 GMT -5
[WDD is walking around backstage with a chair. He spies Merc walking around with Mia]
WDD: Oh, hey Merc!
Merc: Um, hi. What do you-OOOOF!
[WDD whacks Merc with the chair, baseball style]
Mia: Why did you do that?
WDD: [Cracks knuckles] Felt like it.
[Mia lunges at WDD, but WDD sidesteps her]
WDD: [Holds up finger] Nope. Sorry. By order of Toomi, anyone who lays a finger on me is out of this company. Well, ta ta. Oh, wait.
[WDD whacks a passing Sum Guy]
Sum Guy: I'm Sum Guy and I just lost a couple of teeth. [Collapses]
[WDD whistles and walks off, chair in hand]
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Maelstrom
AC Slater
The Tide Will Turn!
Posts: 236
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Post by Maelstrom on Aug 21, 2005 17:51:07 GMT -5
*We find ourselves backstage outside the Aquarium with Chris Trainerman aka The Trainer*
The Trainer: Hi there EWT fans, now I'm lucky enough to be standing next to Maelstrom for an exclusive interview. . .
*Maelstrom strides into view*
Maelstrom: Hey Trainer, not suffered a brutal beating from the Ragnals yet?
Trainer: . . err . . .nope . . the announcer union is having a meeting soon . . . we can't have this treatment go unnoticed . . anyway . . . Maelstrom this week you demolished Tatanka, why?
Maelstrom: I was just proving a point to those in the back . . . especially Billy Ubermark and Merc . . . if you go against the water flow, you will regret it . . . Sure the fans are behind me, but I just wanted to remind them that I'm still the same Maelstrom that decimated David Davies . . .
Trainer . . er . .ok . . and is Merc a threat to you . .
Maelstrom: Merc . . a threat? . . *laughs* . . no Trainer I believe Merc has enough to deal with . . . Curtrok wants a piece of him . . . and I just heard WDD clocked him with a chair . . . no Merc is not an issue . . the only issue is the Tri-State Title . . .
Trainer: . . ah yes . . . so Billy's voodoo products have had no effect?
Maelstrom: lets see . . . he bought a tacky Medallion which had the aroma of god knows what . . . and a Jug of dubious alcohol not seen since Scott Halls last appearance at the EWT . . nope . . in fact I should thank Shango . . . he made it so much easier for me to crush Billy beneath the waves. . . *laughs* . .
Trainer: well there you have it . . . anything you'd like to say to round this interview off.
Maelstrom: . . just that . .
*Crowd chants 'The Tide Will Turn'*
Maelstrom: Not yet . . . dammit . . . a couple of things . . one, that Tri-State belt will be mine come hell or high water and two . . if WDD tries any of his Immunity to being hit crap on me . . . well lets just say he'll get a response! . . The Tide Will Turn!
*Maelstrom walks off*
Trainer: this is an unharmed announcer saying see ya next time . .
(cut to commercial)
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Curly Long
AC Slater
Midget Wrestling Master
Posts: 234
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Post by Curly Long on Aug 21, 2005 18:31:12 GMT -5
*Curly Long is in the EWT lounge area watching a news report on the TV*
News Reporter: . . .the history books. On the 27th August 2004 in Little Elmer's Orpanage the children and there carers were in the midst of a normal happy day. Yet at 4pm according to new evidence that has been found a man was seen entering the building. The following morning as reported in the papers the Orphanage was a flaming ruin. The new evidence comes from the will of a recently deceased resident of Trenton, a Mr. Henry Timms. This will has revealed Photos and a written account of the events of the night, as Mr. Henry Timms was the janitor of the Orphanage, but suffered a horrible injury a day after the incident and has been in a coma for the past year, until recently when he sadly died. The Account renews the debate on who was responsible for the tragedy. As for the past year police have been searching for a 7ft african american male, while this new evidence would suggest the real culprit was a man of smaller height . . .
*The TV switches channel as Mr. Big enters the room and sits down on the Sofa . . . . Curly grins as a nature program starts*
(fade out)
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Post by The Lach is very tired on Aug 22, 2005 4:27:26 GMT -5
*Party Starter hits & Spaz heads to the ring.*
S: So Toomi, the third lowest rating ever huh? That's not what I have been told. The figures I have here direct from ProBoards management tell me that NRFTW is the third Highest rating EWT PPV ever. Behind Rocky Starts & Crap-a-Mania. You are just trying to stop me from fulfilling my destiny & becoming the EWT Heavyweight Champion. I don't care what it is I have to do to get another shot at DSR. I will do it. DSR is only champion because of your interference Toomi don't think I have forgotten about that & your time will come. After I claim what is rightfully mine, The EWT Heavyweight Title.
*Party Starter hits & Spaz heads to the back again.*
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Curly Long
AC Slater
Midget Wrestling Master
Posts: 234
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Post by Curly Long on Aug 22, 2005 6:16:28 GMT -5
*We are in a corridor backstage . . . Pza and Epidemik are looking for Curly Long*
Pza: Curly! . . Curly! . . where is he?
*Pza & Epidemik walk around a corner and find Curly trying to chat up the make-up Girls*
Curly: . . . listen sweet cheeks . . once you get down to my level . . . it's a whole new ball game . . *Curly Grins* . . now whaddya say? . . . oh hey Guys
*The make up girls take this opportunity to leave*
Pza: Curly we've been looking for you for ages . .
Curly: . . you have . . well let me introduce you guys to . . oh there gone . . . must be ordering a taxi . . so what do you want?
Epidemik: Its about those news stories . .
Pza: yeah . . were slightly concerned . . if Mr.Big finds out . . say where is he?
Curly: He's gone to the bar . .
Pza: . . ok . . well . . . what we want to know is, do you have him under control?
Curly: . . . don't worry, he's like a comatose Bunny . . so long as you guys don't say anything! . .
Pza: Hey were cool . . . we don't want that kind of trouble . . do we Epidemik
Epidemik: no way . . we're here to get the BOP the recognition that we deserve in the EWT! . . not to unleash a monster . .
Curly: Good . . . in his current state Mr.Big is perfectly safe and obedient . . . the version of the truth he has been told is keeping him that way . . but should he find out the real truth . . . no one would be safe . .
Epidemik: . . don't worry we'll keep it quiet . . say Pza, where is Destroyer?
Pza: . . I dunno . . wait didn't he say he was going to . .
Epidemik: . . the BAR!! . . oh no!
*The three men run off towards the bar*
(fade out)
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Post by Toom E. Guci on Aug 22, 2005 9:00:34 GMT -5
*Toomi Bischoff is sitting in his office. A piece of paper lays on his desk.* Spaz, you say such harsh words but I know the truth. I have read & reread the buyrates. I didn't make much money on No Rest For the Wicked due to you. So it's time I found a new EWT Heavyweight Championship #1 Contender. And right now, we have an open contract for it right here on my desk. Those who are interested can sign this open contract once I set it up, hanging from my door on a clipboard. Thing is, this contract is open to ANY EWT superstar. Male, female, homosexual, cross dresser, referee, announcer, manager...anybody. And after all are signed up & ready to go, then on Sunday, September 4th, 2005...each person will enter the ring 1 by 1 every 2 minutes for the return of The Royal Pain In the Ass Rumble And the winner will get a shot & become the new #1 Contender to the EWT Heavyweight Championship held by a real fighting champion, DSR. Everybody who wishes to sign up has until August 27th to sign up as soon as I place the open contract on the door. *Toomi Bischoff gets up from his desk, hanging the clipboard with the open contract on his door as the camera zooms in on the open contract.*
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Post by Banned Member on Aug 22, 2005 9:51:11 GMT -5
*Merc is walking by Tooms door,and sees the open contract on the door. Merc looks at it real quick,and puts his,and Mia's name down on the signup sheet.*
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Ragnal
Game Genie
Yanno what they say: All toasters toast El Dandy
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Post by Ragnal on Aug 22, 2005 10:08:31 GMT -5
*The Ragnals are walking backstage,talking about plans for the next PPV.*
JOE:-And that's why Chocula's messed up in the head.
MIKE:Ah,you think everyone's messed up!
LINDA:Hey,Mike,haven't you been able to get yourself a match?
MIKE:I'm checking with Toomi to see if myself and Podanski can team up against the PTA.I mean,those guys almost thought they could humiliate me just because I pulled the same 2-on-1 they did,and yet they think they have high power than me.I say bulls-
*Joe stops his siblings in their tracks.*
JOE:Hold up.
*He points to Toomi's office door,where a clipboard is located.The Ragnals walk up to it for a closer look.*
MIKE:ROyal Pain in the Ass Rumble?
JOE:Anyone can enter for #1 contendership against DSR?Hey,that's great.We should enter!
MIKE:Hold it,Joe.We don't even know if it's worth signing up.I mean,for all we know,we could be in the Rumble and miss out on say,Chocula or PTA.
LINDA:Besides,I already have a title shot against Clitton,remember?
JOE:Alright,alright.I get it.
MIKE:So We'll check with Toomi to see if we can participate in a regular match and the Rumble the same night.
LINDA:Works for me. *The Ragnals walk into Toomi's office to discuss the Rumble.Fade to black.*
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Post by Moxie loves Natalie on Aug 22, 2005 10:29:15 GMT -5
<Carl Cuerrero is walking around in the back, searching for Toomi Bischoff's Office.>
Carl Guerrero: What kind of crap is this? A Royal Pain in the Arse Rumble? That's not very good for my crusade.
<He looks at the signup sheet.>
CG: Hmm, so far, only Mercenary. <Laughs> At least we know who will do the J.O.B. at the P.P.V. Oh Merc... <talks to himself and scoffs> That wasn't funny. Well, good luck to him, let me just do this here.....
<Carl grabs a piece of Paper Towel, writes "Not wrestling due to pacifist beliefs" on it, and tapes it beside the signup for the RPitAR.>
CG: Signed... "The Peacebringer".... Carl Guerrero...
Hmm... yeah, I might as well write it on there too...
"Goodwill, and Good Day"
<end scene>
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Curly Long
AC Slater
Midget Wrestling Master
Posts: 234
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Post by Curly Long on Aug 22, 2005 10:43:40 GMT -5
*We are at the Bar . . . chairs, tables and beer are flying out of the door, a brawl is in progress. Curly, Pza and Epidemik arrive on the scene*
Epidemik: . . damm! . . . are we too late?
Pza: This could be ugly . . .
Curly: . .Don't worry guys . . . with the Midget King in attendance nothing can stop us!
*Pza and Epidemik rol there eyes at the statement, Curly remains oblivious*
Pza: . . alright Champ you first . .
*They enter the bar and breath a sigh of relief, Mr.Big is sitting in the corner of the bar with Destroyer watching the brawl*
Destroyer: Hey . .
*Mr. Big acknoledges them as they approach the table*
Pza: . . everything ok in here?
Destroyer: Was until 5 minutes ago . . . CM Punk spilt his Lemonade on Bob Holly . . . and well after a discussion about paying dues and slamming Alabama, Holly just layed into Punk with a few rights . . .
*All five of them turn to watch, Holly attempts to crack a chair across CM Punks back but misses, taking advantage of this CM Punk puts Holly in Headlock, calming things down a little*
Epidemik: . . so just a normal day in the EWT bar . .
*At that moment Chris Trainerman walks in microphone in hand, avoiding the debris he walks up to the BOP table*
Trainer: Hi, I'm here in the EWT bar with the Balance of Power, but most importantly Mr. Big . . My question is what are your thoughts on the recent photographic evidence of C . .
*Before the next word can be uttered Pza, Epidemik and Curly lunge at The Trainer. In a matter of seconds he is unconscious on the bar floor, meanwhle CM Punk has just hit the Pepsi Plunge on Holly off the pool table, the brawl is over*
Mr.Big: What was that about?
Curly: . . Oh . . er . . . he keeps asking us about the Cake fundraiser . . .
Pza: Yeah, because we keep telling everyone that we'll F*** the Fans!
Epidemik: thats right . . . erm . .
Mr.Big: what does our motto have to do with a charity fundraiser
*Destroyer just shrugs his shoulders*
Curly: . . er . . . well . . . barman 5 drinks here pronto . .
*we fade out as Curly, Pza and Epidemik try and come up with a reason for knocking out the Trainer*
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