Ragnal
Game Genie
Yanno what they say: All toasters toast El Dandy
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Post by Ragnal on Nov 21, 2005 12:00:44 GMT -5
*Lita's music is playing as Ms. COngeniality is waiting in the ring for Linda. She takes to the mic.*
MC: Come on, let's go already! I have a client waiting for me in the back!
*Just Close Your Eyes plays, but no sign of Linda. Linda runs from the audience, grabs a ladder, and smashes MC over the head with it. She quickly climbs up the ladder, and grabs the GND title. She climbs down the ladder and into the back.*
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Post by dorf on Nov 21, 2005 15:36:37 GMT -5
*Camera is focused in the back with John Madden and a rare Dorf appearance*
Madden: I am here in the 'quarter'back with Dorf, the EWT World Heavyweight Champion. Dorf, why have you not been around lately for these 1st downs?
Dorf: Well, John Madden...you see the Dorf has been very busy and what not. So busy that he has a major announcement that only the Dorf's fans will know. At Rebirth, EWTs next successful pay per view....you will see me in a trailor.
Madden: Your house? FOOTBALL!
Dorf: NO, you son of a b****...The Dorf will tell you that he has been in a movie that will be liked by all and it is for all. If you hate it, then I will kick your ass and you will *lets crowd to say it* KNOW YER SOUL AND SHUT...YER...TRAP! *Diva-Dorf nods* That's right.
Madden: Will it be a touchdown for your career, Dorf?
Dorf: Of course, John Madden. It will elevate me into even further...even into future headline pay per views with my name on it, such as 'Dorf Bottom,' 'Dorf Solid,' and the one I like the most...'Beware of Dorf.'
Madden: Let's get to business, does Moxie on your team make you feel shorthanded that your title could be intercepted by those heinous Ragnals at Rebirth?
Dorf: The Dorf only cares for himself and himself only. I do not even care that I have to go with this bulls*** even more with Moxie. Why, of all people do I have to tag this degenerate who thinks we're doing a good job? I say we're doing a crappy job as it is and it is all his fault. Look who still has the title...Dorf! That's right. I could care anyless if he even helps me, because those two Ragnals have nothing for me and they will not having come Rebirth.
Madden: Do you have any strategy to win at Rebirth?
Dorf: Of course. I will do all the work by myself and prove to this whole WORLD that I am best champion that EWT has had all this time. Look at the stats...I have only lost once in my EWT career since my return from injury...ONCE! Something that no other EWT superstar has done since I have returned from injury. I am a two time Stable Champion, one-time Ox Division Champion, and the winner of the 2005 Royal Pain in the Ass Rumble...something no other EWT superstar has ever done. I can and will win even if I have to do everything by myself, since you know my credentials.
Madden: Well, from my experience in the pro wrestling world with tag-teams, is that if you work a Handicap match...you will get sacked. Its best that you use Moxie no matter what or you will lose your bid at that elusive EWT World Heavyweight Championship that you have around your waist, currently.
Dorf: Look Madden, I CAN do this by myself...with or without Moxie...I mean, how hard can this be? I am the friggin' World Heavyweight Champion here. At Rebirth, the Ragnals will know their soul...and shut their traps. And now Madden its about time for yours.
*Diva-Dorf nods with a smile as the crowd goes ecstatic for Dorf ready to 'pounce' at John Madden*
Madden: No, Dorf...SECURITY! (Dorf picks Madden up in a Reverse choke) *choking* FOOTBALLLLLLLLLLLL!! (And Dorf hits the Dorf plex as Madden goes down. Cheers are made throughout the arena.)
Dorf: (at Diva-Dorf) Let's get ready for our matches.
Diva-Dorf: Alright.
*Camera fades for commerical.*
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Post by rival on Nov 21, 2005 16:24:47 GMT -5
"Man in the Box" plays as Tommy Dreamer marches down to the ring, wielding a kendo stick and screaming.
Announcer: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Approaching the ring, from Yonkers, New York, weighing in at 260 pounds, he is the Innovator of Violence, Tommy Dreamer!
Joey Styles: Tommy Dreamer set to take on a mystery opponent tonight! And the former ECW champion is showing that he won't back down from whoever steps through that curtain!
The entire arena begins to glow red as Godsmack's "I Stand Alone" blares through the arena, and Rival makes his debut in the EWT.
Announcer: And his opponent, from The Octagon, weighing in at 240 pounds, Rival!
Styles: It's Rival! The man who we caught a glimpse of last week has arrived in EWT!
Tommy Dreamer stares at Rival and raises his kendo stick in the air. Rival does not react. Dreamer charges at Rival with the kendo stick, but Rival grabs it and, holding it in both hands, snaps it in two with a swift axe kick.
Styles: And Rival wasting no time in disarming Dreamer!
Dreamer tries to punch Rival, but Rival blocks and tosses Dreamer into the turnbuckle, where he unloads with a flurry of punches. He lets Dreamer drop to the canvas. Rival rears back and kicks Dreamer right in the head. Dreamer rolls out of the ring.
Styles: Rival nearly kicked Dreamer's head off there!
Rival crouches in the corner, waiting for Dreamer. Dreamer grabs a chair from ringside and re-enters the ring.
Styles: Dreamer getting that chair!
Dreamer charges at Rival and smashes the chair right into Rival's head. Rival shakes it off and roars at Dreamer.
Styles: Oh my God! It's like he didn't even feel that chairshot!
Dreamer is awestruck, and tries to hit Rival again. Rival grabs the chair from Dreamer, and cracks it upside Dreamer's head. He hits himself in the face with the chair a few times and roars at the crowd.
Styles: This guy is nuts! What's he going to do next?
Rival picks up Dreamer and locks in the Kataki Deathlock.
Styles: And a Dragon Sleeper! Rival's got that Dragon Sleeper applied!
The ref counts one, then two, but before he can raise Dreamer's arm a third time, Rival turns Dreamer over and hits the Sweet Revenge implant DDT onto the chair.
Styles: An Implant DDT! Right onto that chair!
Rival makes the cover.
1...2...3.
Announcer: Here is your winner, RIVAL!
Styles: Rival making short work of the Innovator of Violence! If he can dispose of the former ECW Champion this easily, I'd like to see what he can do to one of the top EWT Superstars!
Cut to commercial
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Curly Long
AC Slater
Midget Wrestling Master
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Post by Curly Long on Nov 21, 2005 16:58:28 GMT -5
*backstage and Curly is in his office he has just watched Rival's debut and is shaking his head. Mr. Big stands by the door he's getting ready for there match which is up next. Suddenly The Coach walks in wih a microphone*
COACH: Mr. Long did you see the match? ... you have any thoughts?
CURLY: Don't you ever knock? ...as a matter of fact yes I did see that guy Rival and it was nothing ... anyone could do that ...
*Mr. Big raises his head in a confused manner at his Boss unusual remark*
COACH: Well I certainly wouldn't give myself a load of chair shots to the head ...
CURLY: Sure you wouldn't your not a superstar like me ... you don't have the toughness of a professional wrestling midget such as myself .... look watch little man!
*Curly gets on his desk and grabs his chair, before Big can even try and stop him he's cracked the chair across his own skull. As the chair falls to the ground Curly's eyes cross and he collapses onto the desk out cold!*
COACH: ...er ...Mr. Long?... Mr. Long? ...
Mr. Big throws Coach out of the office and goes to check on his boss ... Curly is out for the count ... Big looks at his watch, shrugs his shoulders and walks out the Office with Curly slung over his shoulders
(cut to commercial)
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Post by Bobafett on Nov 21, 2005 17:12:30 GMT -5
(Fett stands outside Toomi's office, alking to Toomis secretery) Fett= Hello I'm here to see Toomi E Dangerously secretery= do you have an appointment? Fett= Excuse me? you do know who I am? secretery= No should I have (looks at Fett with disdain) Fett= I am the peoples real true undisputed Intercontinental Champion Fettster..you got that? secretery= o..k.. (acts like she doesn't care) but no appointment..no meeting ok? Fett= WHAT? tell toomi I want to talk to him NOW!!!! secretery= No..I won't mr Foot now leave before I call security Fett= WHAt DID YOU CALL ME? ?AAAAAAAAAARRRRRGGGGGHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!! (Fett grabs the cameraman and powerbombs him through the secretery's desk) Fett= Be thankful you are a woman..otherwise that would have been you secretery= (a lil shaken ) well..mr..Fett was it?..I shall see if we can fit you in today please take a seat Fett= Thank you so very much (Fett sits on one of the chairs outside the office)
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Post by Moxie loves Natalie on Nov 21, 2005 17:23:31 GMT -5
<Mean Gene stands waiting outside Moxie's Locker Room, awaiting Moxie>
<Moxie opens the door and walks out, and is ambushed by Gene>
MG: Moxie! Moxie! You just heard what Dorf said, what are your thoughts?
Moxie: Dorf.. <sighs> Dorf Dorf. Showing off his ego again.
<Moxie squints his eyes sarcastically, a la Mike Myers, Wayne Campbell... and goes off on a tangent>
Moxie: Mr. Dorf says know your soul! Photon Torpedoes locked! World Heavyweight Champion! Shields down! Rumble Winner! Honor! Shut your Trap!
<Moxie gets his serious face on>
Moxie: All kidding aside, Mr. Dorf is the World heavyweight Champion, and a damn good tactical officer. Sure he may be able to do it by himself, but...
MG: But what, Moxie?
Moxie: I think he likes me.
MG: What?!
Moxie: Don't deny the obvious points, Gene. I asked for one match, and look! Now we have a tag-team title shot. He also trusts me.
MG: I find that hard to believe.. especially after WCBAWAN.
Moxie: Please Gene... I brought him to the end, proving that I'm on his level.
MG: But you...
Moxie: Lost by fluke? Yes. You read my mind.
MG: <sighs>
Moxie: Anything else?
MG: No.
Moxie: Good. <Moxie gets in Gene's face>
MG: <gulp>
Moxie: Ever been on the recieving end of a "desperate prayer"?
MG: Nope... <sweating>
Moxie: Don't worry Gene, You will someday. <Moxie fixes Gene's Tie and heads back into his locker room>
<fade>
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Curly Long
AC Slater
Midget Wrestling Master
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Post by Curly Long on Nov 21, 2005 17:29:45 GMT -5
(back from commercial for Billy Gunn Hot Pants!)
*The Fink is in the ring*
THE FINK: The following is a tag team match for one fall .... making there way to the ring at around 540 pounds .... Curly Long and Mr. BIG! ...
*"Moving on Up" starts to play from the speakers as Mr.Big walks out from under the curtain ... Curly Long is still out like a light over his shoulder ... Loud boo's reign down on them .. but a few 'EWT is Curly' chants also can be heard ... Big enters the ring and uncerimoniously dumps Curly Long in there corner
THE FINK: ... um right ... there opponents they weigh in at around 550 pounds ... they are ECW's finest hardcore extremists ... "Mr Monday Night" Rob Van Dam and " the homicidal, suicidal, genocidal maniac" Sabu!!!
RVD's music plays and he comes out after a brief pyro .. he heads into the ring and does the thumb pose ... 'Rob .. Van .. Dam' with the crowd ... the lights go out and Sabu's music plays ... they come back on and here is Sabu! .. he points to the sky as Big watches*
Bell Rings
Rob van Dam decides to start off against Mr. Big as Curly is still unconsicous. They tie up and Rob Van Dam gets the upper hand with an armbar twist .. but Big simply reverses the pressure flinging Rob Van Dam to the mat. Mr. Big taking advantage quickly grabs Rob Van Dam and nails him with a powerbomb! ... he then drags RVD to his opponents corner to leave him in easy reach of a tag to Sabu ...
The Crowd boo's the overly confident walking juggernaut of a man that is Mr. Big!
Sabu makes the tag ... and starts to circle Mr. Big occasionally ducking in and out to possibly get Big to make a mistake ... eventually Sabu goes for some varient swinging neckbreaker attempt .. but Mr. Big counters by simply throwing him to the outside and onto the guard rail ... Sabu hangs on the Rail to gain his bearings ... but wait, whats this! Rob Van Dam has a chair!! .... Vandaminator!!! ... to Mr. Big! .... Mr. Big goes down as RVD makes his way to the top turnbuckle ...Five-Star Frog Splash!! ... RVD holds his ribs in pain as he goes for the cover..
1,2 ..
Mr. Big kicks out! ... Rob Van Dam upset grabs the chair .. but wait whats this Curly is up ... but looks concussed as he dizzily staggers around the ring ... Rob Van Dam is distracted .... Chokeslam by Mr.Big to Rob Van Dam!! ... Mr. Big goes to check on his boss ... he lifts him up and tries to talk to him ... Sabu is back with a chair!! ... but Big has seen him ... he dodges the chair shot! .. Sabu in frustration drops the chair ... Mr. Big flings the barely consicous Curly horizonitally at Sabu!!
JOEY STYLES: Oh My God! ...
Sabu some how catches Curly! .... Curly suddenly bites Sabu's face ...
JOEY STYLES: Holy Crap!! ... Curly isn't concussed he faked the whole thing!!
Sabu manages to pry Curly Loose ... but Big is waiting huge Boot to the face!!! ... Curly locks a leg hold on a returning Rob van Dam! ... cover by Mr.Big ...
1,2,3.
Bell rings
THE FINK: Your winners .... Curly Long and Mr. BIG!!
*The crowd chants 'VLB' at the pair as they grin at the destruction they have caused via Curly's possum playing. The two head backstage*
(fade out)
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Post by Chrysta on Nov 22, 2005 1:07:43 GMT -5
*Chrysta is seen backstage watching something on the television. Ms. White enters from the shower section, wearing a towel. Chrysta immediately turns the TV off.*
White: Hey, cutey.
*she gives Chrysta a peck on the cheek. Chrysta closes her eyes as she feels the kiss.*
Chrysta: Ms. White...please...
White: Oh, come on. It's nothing to be ashamed of.
*She nudges Chrysta in the gut gently*
White: You know you liked it.
Chrysta:...I did. *She looks up at White*
White: So what were you watching.
Chrysta: It was Linda's match from earlier on. It was a shame, really. Such a woman, as the GND champion. I don't care for any of her excuses, but she does not deserve the title.
White: So, what are you going to do?
Chrysta: Apparently, our match against the Connection will not be at the PPV. That's fine with me for the moment. Since it will give me enough time to give Linda...a little surprise.
*fade out*
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Limey
Unicron
It's been awhile.
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Post by Limey on Nov 22, 2005 5:19:00 GMT -5
*The Prodigy's "Breathe" starts playing, and a very familiar head peeks through to the Toomi-Tron, doing a few little headbangs to a huge pop of the crowd. Al Snow then makes his way out, bopping Head as the crowd hold up a few more polystyrene heads. Snow gets into the ring, and bops around the head some more.
"RIP" then hits, and Limey makes his way out, solemn for the first time in a long time. He throws up the horns, and makes his way to the ring to stare down Al Snow. Snow looks at Head, confused at first. He then expresses shock, and places his hand over Head's mouth. He takes the microphone.*
Snow: Shut up, Head!! Limey, I don't know what he's talking about!!! I never showed Flex any pictures of you there!! It was...it was Head!! Head did it!!! You've got to believe me!!!
*Limey chuckles at this, and then he takes the mic, calmly*
Limey: Al, I don't give a rat's ass if it was you or Head or whoever that showed Flex those pictures. The fact of the matter is, I've been exposed as a Phish-lovin' hippie, I have to give Carla some "space", and simply put, I am in a very....VERY...bad mood, mate.
Al: Whoa, now!!
Limey: Hey...don't take it personally. You just happened to by my opponent. I shouldn't take it out on you, but...you know something? That's just life for you. And Al...regardless of who showed Flex those pictures, pictures that may just have RUINED MY LIFE, LIFE *WILL* GIVE...YOU...LIMES!!!!
*Limey throws down the microphone and charges at Al. Al attempts a clothesline, but Limey ducks this, and bounces off the ropes, and taking down Al with a bulldog. He keeps a headlock applied as Al gets to his feet. Al then pushes Limey into the ropes, and Limey hangs onto the ropes. Al then runs at Limey, but Limey counters by doing an over-the-shoulder back body drop, causing Al to float over to the apron. Al grabs Limey by the neck, but Limey hits a few elbows to Al, making Al loosen his grip, although he keeps his balance on the apron. Limey then grabs Al by the hair, and brings him in for a suplex, only falling forward at the last second to cause Al to fall down to ringside. Limey then throws up the horns, bounces off the ropes on the opposite side before leaping out with a plancha directly onto Al on the outside!!! Limey goes wild on Al with some furious rights as the crowd goes nuts!
Limey stops hitting Al, and picks him up by the head. He then pulls off an Irish whip, sending Al crashing into the the side of the ring. As Al reels, Limey hops up to the guardrail, and balances precariously. Al walks out from his position as Limey leaps off from the guardrail with a flying lariat!!! Limey then grabs hold of Al's ankles, and lifts him up from the ground. He then lifts him high in the air, and then falls to a sit-down powerbomb!!! Limey then picks up Al, and rolls him back into the ring. Limey hops up to the apron, and leaps onto Al with a Tope Atomico!!
Limey takes a moment to take a breather as Al lifts himself up using the ropes. Limey stalks Al methodically as Al goes over to the corner. As Al is completely to his feet, Limey runs at Al, only to be hit with Head by a panicking Al Snow!!! Limey is down as Al throws Head down. Al then picks up Limey by the head, and calls for the Snow Plow. Al picks up Limey in the scoop-slam position. However, Limey is then seen struggling, kicking his legs as the crowd pops! Limey then manages a float-over into a sleeper hold as the crowd pops wildly!! With Limey at his back, Al runs backwards, and slams Limey into the turnbuckle behind him! Although Limey is stunned, he keeps the hold applied!! Al comes out once again, and once again falls back onto the turnbuckle!! Lime, however, uses this as an advantage, and he uses the ropes as a means of flipping himself over Al Snow, nailing him with a Diamond Dust!!! Al, stunned by the Diamond Dust, drops to his knees, at which point Limey bounces off the ropes and nails him with a dropkick to the face!!! As Al is down, Limey kicks him over to his front! He then goes over to Al's head, and lifts him up by the gut, bringing him down for a quick piledriver!! When Al lands, Limey lifts up Al by his ankles, hoping for another lift-up powerbomb, but Al hits a few punches to Limey's head. This, combined with Limey's fatigue, causes Al to drop right onto Limey, into a pinning predicament.
1, 2...
Limey manages to throw Al off!!! Al, annoyed at Limey's resilience, hits a good number of elbows onto Limey, eventually climbing the top rope and leaping off with a double knee drop onto Limey's stomach! Al goes for another pin.
1, 2...
Again, Limey kicks out!! Al gets frustrated at this, and he picks up Limey by the head. He then pulls off a strong Irish whip, sending Limey to the corner. Al then runs at Limey, trying for an avalanche splash, but Limey ducks out of the way, causing Al to hit the turnbuckle! As Al turns, rubbing his lip, Limey hits a Yakuza kick, sending Al crashing back into the turnbuckle!!! Limey then goes to the opposite turnbuckle, and throws up the horns before leaping off with a no-hands cartwheel and an back-flip before leaping at Al with the Mark III!!!! Limey tries to finish with a bulldog, but Al throws him off! Al approaches the downed Limey, but Limey headsprings up, and immediately hits Al with an STO!!! The crowd goes wild as Limey calls for the end!! He stalks Al as Al slowly gets to his feet. Al teeters and totters before turning around to face Limey, who kicks him in the gut, and brings him down hard with the TWIST O' LIME!!!! Limey goes for the pin!!!
1, 2, 3!!!
Winner: Limey!!!
*Post-match, Limey grabs the microphone.*
Limey: FLEX!!!!! FLEX!!! ARE YOU HAPPY NOW? YOU'VE GOT MY ATTENTION!!!! AND THIS SUNDAY, AT REBIRTH, YOU'RE GOING TO GET A LOT MORE OF IT!!! YOU WANT TO BRING UP MY PAST? YOU WANT TO SEPERATE ME FROM CARLA AGAIN?? I PROMISE YOU, FLEX!!! THIS SUNDAY, IT ENDS!!!! THIS SUNDAY, LIFE *WILL* GIVE...YOU...LIMES!!!!!
*Limey throws down the microphone and throws up the horns to a great ovation as we fade to a commercial.*
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Post by Joel, Mike, Currently...? on Nov 22, 2005 9:12:49 GMT -5
A distorted version of the nWo theme hits, announcing the coming of bWo, and out they run, Super Nova and Da' Blue Guy, followed by Big Stevie Cool for support. Nova hulks up, cups his hands to his ears, and points to the sky as Blue Guy raises his arms into the air, and Stevie only raises one arm.
It's all about the pentiums, baby...
Out come Joel and Mike. Joel does an exaggerated running in place routine (like Weird Al did in the video) as he comes out, and Mike raises the roof off the hizouse. Once they enter the ring, The Nyrds and the bWo face off. Joel gets all up in Nova's face, and Mike gets all up in Meanie's grill. Stevie stands off to the side. Finally, the first punch is thrown by Joel, and a brawl ensues between the two teams. Joel whips Nova to the ropes, and Mike whips Meanie to the whips opposite. Joel armdrags Nova upon his return, and Mike tries to hiptoss Meanie, but finds him too heavy. Mike then goes up for a hurricanrana, but Da Blue Guy powerbombs him out of it. Mike rolls over to his corner, and the match starts with Joel and Nova. Joel is already in a chain-sequence with Nova, starting with an armdrag, and into a leg-scissors on the neck. Nova slips out of that, and applies a rear chinlock. Joel reaches up and wraps his arms around Nova, stunner style, and pushes himself up to his feet. Joel hits an Asai DDT, and follows up with a running corkscrew elbow drop.
Joel goes to tag in Mike, and Nova speed crawls to Meanie and tags in Da Blue Guy. Mike immediately boots Meanie in the stomach, and Mike gets up for a headscissors, but stays put. Mike crawls around with his hands, and starts a big spin. However, it doesn't stop. Around and around and around go Mike and Da Blue Guy, and the crowd actually begins to call out a count with each spin...
5...6...7...8...9...10...11...12...13...14...15...16...17...18...19...and on twenty, Mike finally hits the Thundercat Headscissors. (Trish calls it Whirlybird, but these are the NYRDS, DAMMIT). Mike gets up, and spaghetti legs back down to the mat, and rolls out of the ring. Soon enough, he can be heard retching into the crowd. Joel decides to pick up where Mike left off with a Springboard legdrop on Meanie, still down, and probably dizzy. Joel gets a two count before Nova breaks up the count. Nova sends Joel to the ropes, and hits the Big Boot. Nova claps his hands, cups his hand to his ear, and heads to the ropes, comes off, and hits the dreaded Big Blue Legdrop.
Mike comes in just in time to break up the count, still dizzy from his Thundercat Headscissors. Mike picks up Joel, and tells him to go for the top rope. Joel climbs it, and Mike picks up Meanie by the hair, and gets up underneath him, putting Da Blue Guy in the electric chair position. Mike's face shows the strain of holding up Meanie. Joel finally takes flight and hits the Captain N-rana. Mike covers Meanie, and Big Stevie Cool jumps into the ring, breaks out into a run...and then falls to the mat, clutching his quad. The ref abandons the count, going to check on him, and Nova hits a Senton Bomb off the top onto an unsuspecting Joel. The ref notices this, counts to two before Mike breaks it up.
Mike pulls up Nova, and sets him up for the powerbomb. Joel jumps up, and they hit the Revenge of the Nyrds, and Joel shifts into a pin while Mike holds off Da Blue Guy for the ref to count 1, 2, 3, and the match is won!
By the Nyrds!
The Nyrds jump up and celebrate. Joel is handed a mic, and he announces…
Joel: This Sunday, we’re taking on Bret Michaels and Gasoline. It appears that their relationship is crumbling like the Cave Zone in Sonic 2, and that’s going to work to our advantage!
Mike: And if you ain’t down with that, I got two words for ya’! PINK EYE!
Joel looks at Mike like he’s the worlds biggest goof, but begins dancing with him as their music hits, and we head to commercial.
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Post by *"@-BoMb" R.I.P Deus/Dinobot on Nov 22, 2005 19:24:11 GMT -5
*Roadkill and Danny Doring are in standing in the ring. "Computer Love" hits the arena and A-Bomb and Stevie come walking down to the ring with a garbage can full of weapons.
A-Bomb dumps the weapons onto the floor and tosses the can hitting Roadkill in the head. Stevie slides into the ring and Doring puts the boots to him. A-Bomb is hitting Roadkill with punches in the corner. Roadkill pushes Bomb down causing him to roll over. Roadkill follows with a clothesline. Roadkill picks A-Bomb up and tosses him into the corner chopping him across the chest. Stevie clocks Roadkill across the back of the head with a Kendo stick*Stevie yells get your hands off of my man!*and begins choking him with the Kendo stick.
A-Bomb spears Danny as he is trying to sneak up on Stevie. Bomb picks Doring off of the mat and powerbomb him onto the trash can. Stevie executes a rear naked choke drop on Roadkill with the Kendo stick and climbs to the top rope for a moonsault. Roadkill moves out of the way as Stevie comes crashing down. Roadkill lifts Stevie over his head and tosses him onto A-Bomb. Roadkill hits a splash on them and goes for the pin only getting a 2 count. Roadkill grabs a chair from ring side and climbs back into the ring. A-Bomb leaps up with a spinning heel kick knocking the chair into his face.
Doring applies a sleeper hold on Richards. Stevie reverses by flipping Danny over his shoulder. Bomb locks a full nelson on Doring and lifts him up. Stevie superkicks Danny in the face and Bomb dragon suplexes him for a 3 count.
*A-Bomb and Stevie hug and celebrate their victory*
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Post by rnt on Nov 22, 2005 19:51:13 GMT -5
"Lean" Gene Cummerbund is backstage, trying to catch up with Rick Raskall and Marcus Trunk after the Virus match.
Lean Gene: Rick Raskall! Marcus Trunk! Can I have a moment of your time?
Raskall and Trunk stop and turn toward Lean Gene.
Raskall: Not now, Gene. Kristina just got out of the hospital yesterday, and she's waiting for her man back in the locker room. And after a few weeks of sexual repression, I need it BAAAD! See, if you're a virgin like most of the losers in this arena, or that enchanted person Billy Ubermark, you wouldn't know what it feels like.
Lean Gene: Actually, my question is directed only at Marcus Trunk.
Raskall: Okay then. Good luck, big guy. ... Ooh, you'll have to excuse me. It's pretty hard to walk with a bratwurst in your trousers, if you get my meaning.
Raskall dashes off down the hallway.
Lean Gene: Now Marcus Trunk, you got the match you wanted. You got Mr. Big in the Scaffold Tables match at Rebirth. However, Toom E. Dangerously has made it a tag team match, pairing you with an unfamiliar partner in the newcomer Virus. How do you feel about teaming up with him against Mr. Big and EN Bunk?
Trunk: I don't trust nobody I don't know. But if he ain't down with Mr. Big, I'm cool with that. Mr. Big gonna pay for puttin' me out.
Lean Gene: What are your thoughts about your regular partner, Rick Raskall, being left out of the matchup?
Trunk: It's bull****, that's what it is.
Lean Gene: Okay then. Marcus Trunk, teaming up with Virus in the Scaffold Tables match at Rebirth. Now if you'll excuse me, Marcus, I want to get a few words with your partner.
Lean Gene walks down the hallway to Raskall and Trunk's dressing room. Without knocking, Lean Gene opens the door. Raskall is standing there wearing only a towel, with his back turned to the door.
Raskall: I'm ready, baby!
Raskall drops his towel, revealing his bare ass for all the live audience to see. Kristina emerges, wearing a very nice thong bikini. Suddenly she screams and points at Lean Gene, who is still at the door.
Raskall: Oh come one, it's not that small. I was just in the shower...Oh, what the hell, man! Get out! Get out!
Lean Gene closes the door before Raskall can come running after him.
Lean Gene: What a mistake-ah to make-ah!
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Post by #Classic Hi-Definition X on Nov 22, 2005 22:58:31 GMT -5
*HBH and Rosa are walking backstage when they're stopped by Gasoline*
HBH: What do you want?
Gas: I just want to make sure you remember our deal.
HBH: Of course I remember. We'll put our differences aside to take care of the Nyrds. But it's only for that night. After that, all bets are off. I got it. See you at Rebirth.
*HBH and Rosa walk off. Gas, however, doesn't look like he's convinced*
Gas: Yeah, right....
*Fade to commercial*
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DQorDie
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Post by DQorDie on Nov 23, 2005 3:56:20 GMT -5
We are now backstage at the EWT interview area with Sean Mooney who is awaiting his next guest
Sean Mooney: Hello wrestlings fans, I’m Sean Mooney, here with an EWT exclusive interview as we are DAYS away from EWT Rebirth. My guest right now is a man who tonight will be facing the Genetic Superman himself, Flex Magnificent & is undoubtably no stranger to such opponents. Ladies & Gentleman, Cactus Jack
The audience goes nuts as Cactus Jack enters the interview area.
Cactus Jack: Tonight Sean Mooney I go against Flex Magnificent. A man who believes to be the second coming of the messiah of Pro Wrestling. A messiah who doesn’t get crucified, but crucifies others. Flex Magnificent, I am no stranger to pain & I have seen the trail of bodies you have left in your wake. Like those bodies I too have been a lifeless heap of flesh ready to be catered off in the closet meat wagon, BUT the one thing that sets me apart from all those other torn up, dilapidated sojourners of the wrestling promise land is that I’m still standing Recently your Magnificence you outed a good buddy of mine by the name of Limey *the crowd begins chanting Limey’s name* He may have had a sordid past, but WHO DOESN’T ? Flex Magnificent tonight you will be facing Cactus Jack & my past present & future is like an open book & I literally swear my scars on my sleeve. Though I may not have the munchees like Limey does to get you in the ring but I’ll be sure to leave bits & pieces of you leftover for this Sunday. BANG BANG
Cactus exits as we can hear his theme song in the background. As Jesse & Gorilla converse the ring announcer announces Cactus Jack in
SM: Seems like Flex Magnificent will be tripping tonight Let’s get back to you Gorilla & The Body
The shot fades into Cactus Jack making his way out of the curtain doing his signature taunts while “Born to be Wild” fills the arena
Gorilla Monsoon: Some choice words by Limey’s buddy Cactus Jack I am still in awe of what lengths Flex Magnificent has gone to reciprocate the pain & anguish he is feeling. To go as far as to dig into a man’s past & pull up documents of his past interests.
Jesse “The Body” Ventura: What? You act like this is some sort of court case, Monsoon. Who do you think Flex Magnificent is Columbo?
GM: Might as well. The man reached into an insignificant part of Limey’s life & blew it up for the world to see. Not only that but the shrapnel from that has been lodged into the relationship between Carla & Limey completely shaking it by it’s foundation.
JV: Give me a break, Monsoon. Limey had it coming all along. Haha I glad to see Limey finally knows what it’s like to walk a mile in Flex Magnificent’s track shoes GM: Well we’ll see this Sunday LIVE ON PPV EWT presents Rebirth The NEW Thanksgiving Tradition Where we’ll see Limey finally bury the hatchet with Flex Magnificent once & for all
JV: We’ll see a number of things Gorilla, but I don’t think it’ll be that But right now let’s get to the ring announcer to hear a MOST MAGNIFICENT proclamation in the return of the old yet still magnificent FLEX MAGNIFICENT
Cactus Jack paces around the ring doing the “Bang Bang ” finger taunt as the lights go down
GM: Whoah here he comes
The house lights are shinging from the entranceway as Flex’s old choir comes out & parts to each side beginning to hum then sing lightly the opening bars to “Hallelujah ” They begin to build up the pace & finally get into the song singing at the top of their lungs. As soon as this begins The Flexettes come out from behind the curtain in a two single file lines which each row seperates to opposite sides making way for “The Doctor of Muscletology” Dr. Frederick Delavier to pop out of the curtain & put out his arms to present the NEW Flex Magnificent
Ring Announcer: And hiiiiis opponent.............Coming down the aisle accompanied by his creator, The Doctor of Muscletology .....DR. FREDERICK DELAVIER[/i] from Nuremberg, Germany. He comes in weighing in at 330 lbs. of pure magnificence [/i] with arms in length of 30 inches round, waist 38 , legs 24 & at a height of 6'7 he is the undefeated WBF Champion, the Scammy Award Winning, Olympic Gold Medalist, & recently crowned Jesse The Body Award winner for 2005 ......He is the Genetic Superman.........FLEX..................MAAAAAAAAAAGNIIIIIIIIIIFICEEEEEEEEEEENT [/I]
Flex makes his way through the curtain dazzling in a brand new custom that totally rivals his originaly wrestling attire. His cape is still made of rhinestones, but that have a a crystal like quality to that which reveals a rainbow coloring emanating from the shine of the pure see through cosmetics of the rhinestones. His boots now are even whiter with gold laces. His trunks are white, but though it can not be seen it has his name is gold sparkling print on the back.
He returns to his original entrance taunts as he opens up his cape like Batman. Only then to let go begin a succession of poses leading him to closing up his cape, walking down the aisle to ringside
JV: What an impressive physique, Monsoon. Don’t you wish you could put down the Hoo Hoo’s long enough to look like that?
GM: What wonders cosmetic surgery can do. Am I right, Jess?
JV: Monsoon, the man merely had plastic surgery done to his face to remove the horrible scarring left by that dentist’s dream, Limey. Speaking of which I wonder if he’s out in the back smoking a bowl to get over his woman leaving him for finally knowing the TRUTH!!!
GM: Would you quit instigating.
JV: Monsoon, I am a broadcast journalist! It is my job to instigate! You on the other hand are nothing but a big buttinski who doesn’t know when to shut up!
GM: That has yet to be proven, Jess.
Flex finishes up his final poses as Cactus Jack is eagerly awaiting the beginning of the match. Flex slowly takes off his cape as Dr. Frederick Delavier distracts the ref by asking him to check Cactus Jack for any foreign objects. The ref obliges & begins to check Cactus Jack who is quite hesitant & knows the story why Flex asked for it. Due to the referee’s authority he obliges.
In the meantime Dr. Delavier slides out of the ring reaches under & throws to Flex a gladd bong. Flex runs at ramming sped to Cactus & shatters it over his head. Cactus is now juicing after the impact. The referee scolds Flex Magnificent after his actions. Flex ignores his & picks up Cactus by his matted hair & power whips him into the ropes. Cactus flips over & gets his head caught in between the ropes. Delavier seizing the opportunity throws another item to Flex in the form of a steel chair. The referee tries to grab it from him, but gets decked with it in the process. After that Flex lifts the chair above his head & rams it down on Cactus Jack with the fury of a running locomotive. The shot is heard throughout the entire arena with a loud “OOOOOOOOO” from the crowd. This turns into “HE CAN’T WRESTLE” chants from the audience.
After the initial blow Flex continues with a flury of massive chair shots. Now Cactus Jack is not moving. His arms lay limp opposed to not to long ago as they tried in vain to escape the chair shots & being caught in the ropes.
Flex sees this & begins wrenching on the ropes applying more pressure to Cactus’s neck by jumping up & down on the bottom rope while holding on to the 1st & 2nd strands containing Cactus’ neck. GM: This man may be suffering permanent damage from being caught in the ropes. He may have aconcussion & a possible broken neck. He has been caught in the ropes way too long, Jess.
JV: Good, Monsoon! This man calls himself the Hardcore Legend & Flex Magnificent is putting that SOB in his place!
Dr. Delavier climbs into the ring with a microphone & another foreign object. Flex grabs the mic first.
Flex Magnificent: LIMEY! WE UHRE DAYS AWAY FROM YO’ EXTINCSHION! DIS SUNDAY AHT REBERT YOU WILL SUCK ON DE LOSER’S DEFEAT AS YOU WILL SEE JUST HOW SOUR YO’ LIMES REALLY ARE! AND WHEN I AM TRU WIT YOU & YOU HEAD BACK TO HAIGHT STREET IN SAN FRANCISCO YO REAL HOME YOU FRUIT CAKE HIPPY NOT ONLY WILL YOU BE WEARIN’ FLOWERS IN YOUR HAIR BUT THEY WILL GARLAN’ YO DAMN GRAVE WITH IT BECAUSE YO CAREER WILL BE OVA DIS SUNDAY!!!
After those choice words Dr. Delavier hands Flex the foreign object which appears to be a lime. Flex takes the lime that is seen to be cut in half & takes it to the eyes of Cactus Jack. Jack is squeeling in pain from the juices entering his eyes.
JV: Not only has Cactus lost his ears he just may lose his sight right here, Monsoon!
GM: HE’S PUTTING THE CITRIC ACID IN CACTUS JACK’S EYES!!! What a dispicable display on the part of Flex Magnificent! He’s sending a message to Limey from this Sunday at Rebirth which we are a mere days away from!
Referees & the men in suits run to the aid of Cactus Jack ordering the match to be discontinued. The bell is rung but Flex continues to rub the lime halves into Cactus Jack’s eyes. Without any signs of stopping the timekeeper continues to ring the bell after the initial end ring has been initiated..
Flex upon hearing the continuous ringing of the ringbell Flex deciphers the meaning & stops. He grabs the mic again & exits out of the ring with “The Doctor of Muscletology.”
FM: Haha dis is a victoree! Let’s play some victoree muzak!!!
Over the PA begins playing “California Dreamin’” by the Mamas & the Papas. Flex & Dr. Delavier continue to mock Limey’s past musical tastes by flashing peace signs & doing horrible hippy dancing all while laughing as they make their way to the backstage area.
GM: Jess, Flex Magnificent’s actions are one day gonna come to a head & he’s going to pay for all the damage he has done. Right now Cactus Jack will be out with a broken neck, a concussion, & possible damage to his eyes with that citric acid being poured into his eye sockets.
JV: Oh c’mon, Gorilla. The man has survived falling off 30 foot cages into Spanish announce teams & thumb tacks & not to mention DUDE LOVE! I think the man will survive!
GM: That may be true, but Limey may not be so lucky this Sunday at Rebirth.
JV: You’re right, Monsoon. Limey is still a newcomer to the EWT. He has been here less than a year & is still making the rounds. Also we can not forget that Flex Magnificent already has a win over him!
GM: You’re right, Jess. Limey is 0 & 1 against. Flex Magnificent. During their tag title match Flex almost had him tap out until the Heartbreak Hitman sidelined Flex momentairly with that low blow & the roll up for the win. Limey has a lot to take into consideration this Sunday. Flex Magnificent will not be a push over especially that that devious bulky manager/creator of his, “The Doctor of Muscletology” just waiting in the wings for Limey to slip up.
JV: Monsoon, with all that you have said I am up my confidence of Flex Magnificent winning from 100% to 110% for this Sunday. I am confident that Flex will wipe the floor with Limey & Limey will be left in a pathetic heap huffing the Mr. Clean off the floor for a cheap high.
GM: Would you please stop! Limey is not a stoner & in my opinion is a fine physical athelete that is fully capable of pulling the upset this Sunday.
JV: You also said that about the Red Rooster at SummerSlam ‘89 & look where he is now!
GM: Anyway, folks we’ll be back after this brief message with more great EWT Action!
JV: Well answer me about the Rooster!
GM: Are you kidding me? That was over 10 years ago, OK?!
Fade to commercial
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Limey
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It's been awhile.
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Post by Limey on Nov 23, 2005 5:56:47 GMT -5
*We are back from a commercial. Limey is in the middle of the ring. He has the microphone, and a large duffel bag, and is about to speak. The crowd continually chants Limey's name as he takes it all in. He eventually speaks.*
Limey: I want to take this opportunity to say....I had a bad past. A past where my musical tastes were...well...if I'm honest, a little bizarre. I used to listen to California Dreamin' religiously. I used to hang around listening to Willie Nelson...WILLIE NELSON until the late hours. I must have played "on the road again" about as much as I listen to Cradle of Filth right now. And believe me when I say that's a hell of a lot.
*The crowd applauds Limey, giving him his due.*
Limey: You know, at one point, I was a huge Bob Marley fan. All those days speaking of "Babylon" and talking in a ridiculous Jamaican accent still give me nightmares today. My tastes were my life. Note that: "WERE" my life. I used to be a hippie, it's true. I didn't bathe...I smoked grass like it was the key to eternal life...I stayed around campfires playing accoustic guitar as someone sung, and asked how many roads a man would walk down before he can truly be a man. I have a little something here...a little memory of times passed.
*Limey reaches into the bag, and pulls out an accoustic guitar.*
Limey: My very first guitar. After I heard the music of Maiden, of Black Sabbath...
*A huge "MAIDEN, MAIDEN!!" chant starts. Limey smiles proudly at this before calming the crowd and speaking again.*
Limey: After I heard the music of the bands that made me who I am...I had a little shave, I got a haircut, I burnt my old hippie clothes as a tribute to Ozzy, I took a shower, and I made myself independant. This guitar (indicating) I shoved in my attic, to be long forgotten. My life is now metal. It is who I truly am. There are many things I care about in life, but Willie Nelson, Phish and the Travelling Mulberries I no longer care about. Now, I care about metal, about Carla...(pauses, remembering)...Carla...and to be the best I can truly be in this business. So, in the words of my good friend, Cactus Jack...
*A large "FOLEY!" chant starts*
Limey: Yes. I did make some bad mistakes. I've spent my life trying to forget the past and look forward to the future. Flex, when you brought up my past, when you brought up all of those bad, bad memories, you may have just unleashed something in me that even I can fear sometimes. Flex, you once again took Carla from me. You mocked my life and made me look like a joke. Heh. Flex...if you wanted to get my attention, you really should have just taken it TO MY FACE!!!!!!
*The crowd pops madly as Limey's expression changes to one of anger.*
Limey: You and I have had words and fights in the past! You can be one arrogant, juiced-up, cocky son-of-a-B****!!! But now you've crossed the line!!! You want me so bad? You've GOT me!!!! THIS SUNDAY, FLEX!!! IT ENDS!!!! You're going down like my past, Flex!!! My past? It's DEAD to me, you hear? You can play whatever hippie music you find, Flex!! It'll only make me angry, and to quote a favourite TV show, you do NOT want to make me angry!!! IF YOU DO, LIFE WILL GIVE YOU LIMES!!!!!
*Limey places the guitar down on the mat.*
Limey: And if you're wondering why I'm carrying around my guitar, here's a little symbolism for this sunday.
*Limey then takes out a hip flask. He then douses the guitar in what appears to be petrol.*
Limey: My past, Flex, is dead. You want to mock me? To indicate that I still love this hippie crap? Heh. No. It's only the future that I care about. A future with Carla. A future as a CHAMPION. A future, where my memories are faded away...INTO OBLIVION!!!
*Limey throws down a lighter onto the guitar, sending it up in flames to a huge pop!!! He then throws down the mic, and throws up the horns as we fade out...*
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Post by The Lach is very tired on Nov 23, 2005 6:28:56 GMT -5
*Spaz is standing backstage in front of the EWT logo.*
S: Omega, the time is nearly upon us to end this war. Hell is where we are going & hell is where you will remain. This is the part where I usually say I am doing this for all the Spazphiles. Whilst I do go out there & perform for them, beating you at Rebirth is something that i will be doing for myself. It's unfortunate that you are in my way Omega. You are just in the wrong place at the wrong time. You will feel The Shockwave & Believe The Hype at Rebirth Omega. You days as OX Division Champion are numbered.
*Cut To Rebirth Promo.*
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Curly Long
AC Slater
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Post by Curly Long on Nov 23, 2005 8:01:40 GMT -5
*Back in Curly long's Office and some very loud metal music ... which sounds a lot like Iron Maiden ... is being played at maximum volume ... Curly Long is headbanging with the Headbangers as Mr. Big just casually rests in his seat starring at a photo of Virus and Trunk*
CURLY: YEAAAHHH!!! ..... RUN TO THE HILLS!!! .....RAAAHHH!
Meanwhile outside Limey walks past the closed door, he nods his head to the music
LIMEY: Ah ... thats more like it!
Back inside and Mosh and Thrasher bounce around off the walls. Curly is trying his best to ruin the song as Mr. Big crushes the picture of his opponents in his fist. Eventually one of the walls begins to buckle and Thrasher crashes into the next room ...Its Toomi's Office! ... Toomi can only look on in horror as Thrasher crashes down onto his desk, paper flying everywhere! ... Curly peers into the room through the hole
TOOMI: What the Hell!!
CURLY: ... er ... Thrasher ... I told you to Walk this Way...
Curly with a grin looks across to see Toomi fuming at what has happened
CURLY: Hey its ... the 'Big Cheese'... fancy another evening with the Night Time Girls? ...
TOOMI: Get out You! ...You! .. Circus FREAK! ... I Hope your incinerated on Sunday!! ... GET OUT!!
*Curly just grins and goes back into his side of the room ... Mr. Big appears smiles and then places a Poster over the hole blocking the view into Curly's office ... the poster is unfortunaltly double sided and what can be seen on Toomi's side is incredibly rude .... at this point the tea lady comes in to see Toomi*
TEA-LADY: Good Morning Mr. Toomi ... now I have some nice biscuits and a lovely warm cup of tea for .... Oh My Lordy! ... you horrible pervert you! ... having such Filth on your wall ... you sick man!
*Toomi puts his hand to his face in despair ... as the Tea Lady faints at the sight of the x-rated poster*
TOOMI: Damm that Midget!!
(fade out)
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Post by Virus aka Captain No-Nuts on Nov 23, 2005 10:37:32 GMT -5
(Sum Guy is backstage, standing with Virus.)
Sum Guy: Hi, I'm Sum Guy and I collect used gum wrappers. With me now is relatively new EWT superstar Virus, who has a Tag-Team Scaffold Tables match this Sunday at Rebirth. Any thoughts on this match?
Virus: Yes. First off, I disagree with calling it a tag-team match. It'll probably look just like two separate matches that just happen to take place at the same time. I can't speak for EN Bunk, but I could personally care less about Trunk and Big's little spat, however reprehensible Mr. Big's actions at WCBAWAN were. My intention is to finish this little rivalry between me and EN Bunk once and for all. And I'm sure all of this applies in the opposite direction; I'm sure Trunk and Mr. Big could care less about some argument over respect, and that they'll want to finish their feud on their own terms.
Sum Guy: Any words in particular for EN Trunk?
(Virus looks at SG quizzically, who makes a gesture among the lines of "keep talking".)
Virus: Yes, I do have some words for him. You've done well so far Bunk. You've won every tag match you've had with Bolt Bacana, you took me to a double count-out last month before WCBAWAN, and you've certainly proven to me that you know your way around a ring. But this Sunday at Rebirth, your high-flying hardcore style will be put to one of the toughest tests any federation can offer you, or me, or anyone else for that matter. Whoever succeeds here will truly earn the respect of the people that matter. People like Toom E. Dangerously, or, if this was last month, Curly Long. So, I've gotta ask you, are you ready? Are you ready for the spotlight? Are you ready to prove yourself in the EWT's most popular match? Because I know I am, and I will not hold anything back this Sunday.
Virus: So take a good long look at yourself, Bunk. Ask yourself everything I just did. And if you can't look yourself in the eye and say "yes" to every single one of these questions, then I can tell you with almost 100% confidence that, this Sunday at Rebirth, you had better prepare... to be... (The crowd, silent for most of this intense speech, finishes Virus's catchphrase with him.) INFECTED.
(Fade to commercial. After the camera turns off, Virus turns to Sum Guy.)
SG: I know, I know, don't say it.
Virus: Nah, I can't tell you how many times I've done that when I'm thinking out loud about the match this Sunday.
SG (slightly more cheerful): Really?
Virus: Yeah. Granted, I never did it on a televised show watched by millions of people, but y'know, it's an easy mistake to make.
(Virus claps him on the shoulder and walks off, leaving a dejected looking Sum Guy standing in front of the interview backdrop.)
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ape
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Aunt Blabby Tells All.
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Post by ape on Nov 24, 2005 8:21:54 GMT -5
*a promo begins to air. the screen is grainy. it slowly fades in from black as you see a picture of ape and toomi laughing.....the camera pans over to another picture...and another...and another.....finally, it pans onto the face of ape himself, with a sadistic smile on his face.*
...hehe...uncle toomi said that i'd get violence if i joined forces with him again...violence....lots of violence....hehe....but violence against a toddler?....eh, what the heck...hehe...i will make that toddler bleed...i will set that toddler on fire....and when it's all said and done.....hehe...you will soon see....psychoapeguy....as a 3-time....ewt world....heavyweight....champion.....sunday is my comeback.....and NOTHING.....hehe....nothing....is going to get in my way...
*ape picks up a porcelin doll, rips the skull off of it, and sets it on fire. the camera slowly zooms into the fire as sadistic laughing and screaming from the ape is heard in the background. the screen fades to black.*
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Post by Moxie loves Natalie on Nov 24, 2005 12:08:58 GMT -5
<RRRRRRR-XPAC...>
<X-Pac's music hits and comes down to a few boos, mostly because he sucks. He makes his way down to the ring, crotch chopping and living out his old D-X days when he was kinda cool, and hasn't knocked boots with Chyna yet. He enters the ring, does his crotch chops and pumps himself up for his match against Carl Guerrero>
<No Music, no fanfare, Carl Guerrero makes his way down to the ring and slowly walks into the ring. He stand on the second rope, gets a moderate cheer and backflips down>
<The ref calls for the bell, and the two cruiserweights start at it>
<They circle a bit, and start with a collar and elbow tie-up. X grabs the arm of Carl and rolls it, an arm wrench, and holds it. Carl rolls forward, flips back, and reverses the arm wrench, following it up with an elbow to the shoulder. Carl drops down and locks in an armlock, working over the shoulder of X-Pac>
<Carl drops the hold and stands in the corner. X-Pac slowly gets up, and Carl CHarges, hitting X with a shuffle side kick. X is out and Carl goes for a cover>
1...2.. and an easy kickout for X-Pac
<Carl doesn't stop and immediately goes to work on the shoulder again, adding another armlock into the fray. He then lets go, and stomps a few boots on the shoulder of X-Pac. Carl pulls X-Pac up, and sets him up for a bodyslam, but instead of dropping him on his back, Carl drops to one knee and hits an inverted shoulderbreaker. X-Pac is hurting and Carl knows it. Carl pulls X-Pac up, and hurls him into the ropes. X-Pac bounces off and Carl grabs his arm, dropping him with a Fujiwara Armbar. Carl wrenches on the arm, and X-Pac is forced to tap out>
<Carl releases the hold, and walks to the back>
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