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Post by Square on Jan 27, 2008 17:19:08 GMT -5
*Sum Guy is stood outside a door*
Sum Guy: Sum Guy here outside the locker room of one of the legend who recently came back home to EWT, Mike Rag..
*A man in a black suit walks infront of camera*
SG: Hey, arn't you The Holy Father?
*The man in the suit turns to Sum Guy, and shows the camera that he is "The Holy Father" Darren Matthews*
Darren Matthews: Yeh kid, I don't go by that name anymore. My name is Darren Matthews, i'm not no religious freak I'm simply the next big thing in EWT. Spaz and Mike Ragnel came back to capture former glory, but it doesn't matter wether your a world champion or a jobber I am the best damn wrestler this company has ever seen, and i'll prove it at Common Grounds when I win the Tri State Title. Who am i against? A potato farmer,Koda Kola, the spirit of Crash Holly, Mr Pottery, Swimming Trunks, a small fry, a battery and a Pakistani Porn Star just give me the title now!
Sum Guy: You haven't had the best track record here in EWT though how do you possibly think you could take on some of EWT best?
*Matthews thinks for a few seconds and all of a sudden Roundhouse kicks Sum Guy out of his shoes*
DM: Thats how!
*Matthews picks up the knocked out interviewer and lands a sick suplex-ddt style move*
DM: Thats what I call Breaking Boundries, for I am the Next Tri State champion "Rebelious" Darren Freaking Matthews and I'm gonna do what I want, when I want and however I want even if I have to step over you!
*Matthews spits on Sum Guy and walks out of shot while Sum Guy lies there not moving a bit*
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Spyke the Pacers Fan
El Dandy
Still hates himself for missing the last episode of Murder She Wrote
Go Indiana!
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Post by Spyke the Pacers Fan on Jan 28, 2008 1:35:38 GMT -5
*We go backstage to Ronnie Cordova's locker room, where he is putting his boots on in preparation for his match with Rhino, when suddenly Crash Johannson bursts through the door.* Crash: "WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?!" Ronnie: "Dude, don't yell. My head STILL hurts from the other night." Crash: "YEAH?! Did you enjoy yourself?! Did you have fun FLIRTING with my woman!" Ronnie: *stands up* "YOUR woman?! She's not YOUR woman!" Crash: "She's not yours either!" Ronnie: "I never even said that!" Crash: "Pfft. I saw otherwise on that tape from last weeks show!" Ronnie: "Hey, I tried man. I knew going in there and being an asshole about it wasn't going to help matters! So I decided to be nice and have her warm up to me before asking any favors of her. Besides, she's not interested in me either." Crash: "What do you mean, 'either?' She's totally into me, she just doesn't know it yet. One day, you'll see. She'll one day be Mrs. BR Juri Johannson!" Ronnie: "Pfft. Yeah, if she married Spyke." Crash: *grabs and lifts Ronnie by the throat and slams him against the wall* "Spyke? SPYKE?! How... DARE YOU say his name around me like that. Spyke is a nothing. Spyke is dirt. Spyke could NEVER get a girl like Juri!" Ronnie: *struggling to breathe* "Just... (cough) like CM Punk (cough) he's better (cough) than you. Crash: *lets Ronnie fall to the floor* "Wha... wha... what?" Ronnie: "You heard me." Crash: "Well. If that's how you feel..." *Crash suddenly grabs one of Ronnie's glass beer bottles and whips it at Ronnie's head, shattering it into a million tiny pieces.* Crash: *in a cold, almost creepily calm tone of voice* "I don't even care at this point that you failed to get me the Juri date, Ronald. I have other ways. You got your match against Rhino. But good luck beating him with that crimson mask you're sporting." *Crash turns and walks out of the room, leaving Ronnie a dripping, bloody mess. Fade to commercial*
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Post by helpus1012316 on Jan 28, 2008 6:25:58 GMT -5
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Ass Dan
King Koopa
Curious about extra lines
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Post by Ass Dan on Jan 28, 2008 16:51:56 GMT -5
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The intro to 'No One Knows' plays as the cocky Clay appears, EWT Stable title in toe, heading down the ramp.
Announcer: The following contest is schedualed for one fall! Introducing first, representing the EWT Stable Champions Minipax, from Cash Mountain, weighing in at 262 pounds, Richard Clay!
The Killionare smirks as he hears his name, despite the booing around him.
Announcer: And his opponent, already in the ring, from Anaheim, California, weighing in at 215 lbs., Kaz!
The Future poses on a turnbuckle to much applause. Clay enters the ring, taking off his belt and jacket, giving it to the referee. After checking both men, he calls for the bell.
*ding ding ding*
The two men circle each other. Kaz starts to clap, staring a chain reaction to make everyone clap. The two men lock up with Clay getting the advantage, locking in Kaz's arm. Kaz overtakes Clay, turning it into an armbar. Clay headscissors him and puts him into a headlock. From there, he hits a German suplex, but holds on, and delivers another German suplex! Clay hits another German suplex before letting go of Kaz. As Kaz staggers to his feet, the Killionare picks him up and delivers a Killionare Krunch! Clay covers.
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*ding ding ding*
Announcer: Here is your winner, Richard Clay!
Clay picks back up his belt as the referee raises his hand. He appears to mouth, 'as usual'.
*COMMERCIAL BREAK, I GUESS*
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Curly Long
AC Slater
Midget Wrestling Master
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Post by Curly Long on Jan 28, 2008 18:57:57 GMT -5
Returning from the break, we are at ringside as the lights dim down low and this music starts. During the slow intro to the music, the centre of the entrance way rises up to reveal a huge granite looking rock coming out of a trapdoor. The rock is at least 9ft by 9ft wide. Just as the music picks up the rock cracks down the middle and splits in half to reveal Samuel Big! Big is still in a smart suit and tie with glasses but has a smile on his face. He psyches himself up on the way to the ring as the music picks up the pace, the crowd going nuts for the new entrance and music!RING ANNOUNCER: The following match is for one fall, introducing first ... a man who stands 7ft 3inches tall and weighs 420 pounds. Mr Samuel Big!! Meanwhile in the ring Black Reign waits, stroking the cage which contains his rat. As the crowd cheers die down the ref calls for the bell.Bell ringsBlack Reign is unintimidated by Samuel Big's size as they square up. Black Reign rears back and throws a punch, Big takes the shot and then stares right back at Black Reign holding his jaw like he was slapped with by one of Curly Longs harlots. Black Reign rears back for another go but Big ends that by grabbing his arm, he then grabs the 2nd arm and now Black Reign is in trouble. Big lifts Black Reign up off his feet by his arms and then having got Black Reign to his eye level headbutts him in the face! Black Reign falls to the floor clutching what could be a busted up nose as the crowd cheers. Black Reign looks annoyed, he was caged like an animal so his own hype says and he heads to the ropes for some momnetum and comes back looking for an attack. Big clotheslines him down, Black Reign is back up but only gets caught with a short punch to the head and then lifted into a huge suplex! Big gets up and then looks to the crowd as he points at black Reign as if to say is this the best EWT has to offer him. Big shakes his head and lifts Black Reign up by the throat ... everyone knows what's coming next ... HFD!!! Black Reign is out as Big casually places his foot on his chest. 1,2,3. Bell ringsRING ANNOUNCER: Your winner ... Mr. Samuel Big!! Mr. Big stands victorious having taken the Rat out of it's cage and dumped it on Black Reign's face, which it has unintentially decided to use as a toilet.The referee holds his arm up in victory, But rather than his usual theme music, "China White" by The Scorpions begins playing & the Toomitron goes black as white letters followed by black & white images flash across it...The Bigger they are...
...The harder they fall?
The bigger they are...
[Black & white footage of Mr. Big destroying numerous smaller opponents]
... The harder they are to stop!
[Black & white footage of a fuzzy boot stomping on a Mr. Big action figure]
The Biggest man in EWT is no match for...
GIGANTOR MAXIMUS!!!
...Coming Soon...
The cameras go back to the ring where Samuel Big has been watching. He looks around as if expecting someone or something ... but nothing happens ... Big's music plays as he leaves the ring, the commentators speculate about who or what this Gigantor Maximus could be.
(cut to promo video for the Annual Scammy awards)
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Post by The Zephyr Brothers on Jan 28, 2008 20:15:38 GMT -5
*Backstage, an unfortunately familiar pair of pale, blonde men in jogging jackets, generic black tights/boots/fingerless gloves/kneepads/elbowpads can be seen baclstage, standing in front of a brick wall. The one with the fauxhawk gives the spiky haired one a beat...*
Mark: My name's Mark Zephyr, and I'm not gay, but I'm friends with my brother, and uh...hmmmm...we're back, we're back, it's the oooooonly way! I SAY...THE ONLY WAAAAY! Break UP! HUH!
Mike: ZAZAZAZAZAZAZAZAZAZAZAZAZAZAZAZAZAZAZAZAZAZAZAZA...
Mark: ZEPHYR!
Mike: ZAZAZAZAZAZAZAZAZAZAZAZAZAZAZAZAZAZAZAZAZAZAZAZA...
Mark: ZEPHYR!
Mike: Power...HUH! Power...HOH!
Mark: The Zephyr energy, stocks are up...yo yo my home dawg...PUP~!
Mike: Zephyrellis....Zephyr....ELLIS~!
Mark: Zephyr...Zephyr--STRENGTH! Zephyr...Zephyr--STRENGTH!
Mike: Zeph...Zeph. Zeph...Zeph...
Mark: So get the deal...GET THE STRENGTH! Get the power! Zephyrs have it all, too sweet to be sour! The rockin' dockin' sockin' hockin' ENUHGY~!
Mike: G.
Mark: H!
Mike: G.
Mark: H!
Mike: Z...
Mark: ZEPHYR!
*FADE OUT*
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The Line
Patti Mayonnaise
Real Name: Bumkiss. Stanley Bumkiss.
Peanut Butter & JAAAAAMMMM!
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Post by The Line on Jan 29, 2008 1:06:44 GMT -5
"The Real Deal" plays over the PA system, while D'Lo Brown makes his way out to the ring.
Ring Announcer: Making his way to the ring, from the Windy City of Chicago, Illinois, weighing in at 278 pounds, D'LO...BROWN!!
D'Lo gets into the ring and does his signature taunt on the top turnbuckle. The lights fade to red and black, as "Kashmir" plays over the PA system. Gone is Andy Duke's standard grandiose entrance. In its place...RED FRICKIN' LASERS! He comes down to the ring not in a studded robe, but a black and red track warm-up jacket.
Ring Announcer: And his opponent, from the small town of Chewelah, Washington, nestled in the heart of the Colville Valley, weighing in at 215 pounds, "Insecticidal" Andy Duke!
With both men in the ring, the bell rings, and this match is underway. Andy Duke has a definate size and expirience disadvantage. But Duke's lightning fast speed and stiff kicks might help him out here.
D'Lo goes for a lock up, but Duke hits D'Lo hits him with with a stiff kick right to the side of the head. D'Lo goes down in a heap. Duke shrugs, and goes for a cover.
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D'Lo kicked out just in the nick of time! Andy starts to stomp at D'Lo, but D'Lo is able to slide out of the ring and attempts to get in a breather. But Duke does not allow that, as he rebounds off the far ropes, and dives through the ropes, colliding with D'Lo and sending him into the barricade. If that kick didn't knock him out, that may have!
Duke sends him back into the ring, and signals to the crowd that its all over! He climbs the ropes and the crowd begins to chant "Its All Over!" He comes off the top with a 450 splash, and hits it perfectly!
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Ring Announcer: Here is your winner, "Insecticidal" Andy Duke
That was a quick match! Andy looks to be in the best shape of his life! The camera comes in for a close up, and Andy pulls the camera in for a close up, and says "Jupiter, thats just a preview. Come Common Ground, you're mine!"
Suddenly, the lights go out, and the picture on the Toomitron goes out, and is replaced with static. Then we cut to a low-angle shot of a locker room. The unidentified woman Duke was with earlier is shown walking on screen, and then into a bathroom, before screaming. The screen goes back to static, as Andy Duke, looking pissed, quickly gets out of the ring and runs to the backl
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Post by chanceconfidence on Jan 29, 2008 17:32:08 GMT -5
As we fade back in after a commercial, Gus Gus's Gun starts up, as the crowd boos on instinct, as a familiar hated face emerges from the back, a familiar smarmy smirk on his face, as he waltz down to the ring. He's dressed pretty casual this evening, wearing an open emerald green shirt, with a simply white one underneath it, as well as a pair of nice looking khaki pants, not to mention a pricy looking pair of italian shoes on his feet. A pair of blue tinted shades hangs off his nose, as he hops onto the apron, flipping quickly into the ring, then walking over to the center of it, simply standing with his arm folded.
Chance: Greetings you braindead sheep... it is I, your flawless god, the soon to be EWT Champion, Chance Confidence. I'm sure you're all wondering why I am once again gracing you with my astonishing precense. Let me assure... it isn't because I wanted to see any of you. If I want to see a horrid beast's eye raping face, I'd watch a scary movie!
The crowd boos angrily at this remark, as Chance grins, not seeming to mind this at all.
Chance: Yeah... yeah... you're all just jealous. But really, let me cut right to the point. You see, in the last week, I've been accused of something. An act that I for one, can not possibly imagine committing! I mean, I would never beat a pair of retarded inbred lunatics so badly for no reason!
The crowd boos once again, at Chance's little remark here.
Chance: Let me assure you folks, that I had nothing to do with the Platinum Punisher costing Raft Shack their tag team title shots. Obviously, they did something to piss him off. As such, I've decided to give him this coming week off, because he needs to go get checked for rabies. I mean, who knows where that white haired mongrel has been?!
The booing increases, as Chance continues to ignore it.
Chance: They deserved their beating too, I assure you. Falsely accusing someone like myself, then having the nerve to challenge him to an unfair fight... two on one, how is that fair?! I mean sure, he has a TINY size advantage on them, but that's no excuse challenging a man to such an unfair fight. Thankfully... my Punisher beat the odds and came out on top of the two idiots. A defeat they truely deserved I might add.
He lowers his shades a bit, as he grows an even more obnoxious sneer, having absolutely no guilt.
Chance: So, there you have it. Though... that still leaves another matter. Why did those three mystery people show up and give me unnecessary help thrashing that cheap knock off of mine? Well... I have the answer. You see, THEY WANTED TO!
Chance's expression grows a bit more serious now, as he lowers his arms.
Chance: These folks looked up to me so much, that they begged me to let them help out. Seeing as I'm a very generous being, I said, sure, why not? After all, you can never have enough insurance policies.
Confidence looks over towards the rampway now, extending an arm.
Chance: As for all of you who are wondering who these fine upstanding citizens are, well... no need to keep you in the dark forever. Let me introduce them right now!
To...no music at all...a pair of silver-suit-clad men walk out quickly, a woman in a brilliantly-woven silver dress on their shoulders as she rather slowly waves to the audience. The two men hasten to get in the ring, tossing her over as she continues waving like before, as they slide in and grab her inches away from the mat. She continues waving, but the two assume their positions in the ring. Boos begin emmanating from all about the arena.
Chance: Oh... I just knew you'd love them! You see, these beings right here, are the ones responsible for assisting me. Go ahead and introduce yourselves to these rotting piles of low society. The woman's mask is removed, as she continues waving, an expression locked on her face. The two men take their masks off at the same time, tossing them into a fidgety, angry crowd. However, the woman continues waving and the two men are a familiar pair of pale blondes, one with finely spiked hair, and another with a fauxhawk. The crowd suddenly enters a state of shock, the woman still waving.
Chance: Ladies and gentlemen... meet the Zephyr Brothers. They aren't the brightest of the bunch... in fact, I can think of millions of more people that have at least some semblance of intelligence in their skulls. They are also almost as fragile as glass... and not bullet proof glass, more like that break away stuff.
The woman continues waving, and the Zephyr Brothers both grab mics. Mike begins to give Mark a beat, people in the crowd rolling their eyes all the while.
Mark: Yo-yoyoyoyoyoyo. AW-HAW! We're the Zephyrs, and we want you to know, um...BREAK DOWN, GOGOGO! Now in TV Land, that's the way, and we--
Chance: That's enough out of you... yeah, they used to be pathetic, but well, they still kind of are. So you're asking, why are they even here? Well it's simple... the two targets and this whore I seduced last night are actually some... servants that I was nice enough to hire for these three. My TRUE allies!
Filter's "Welcome to the Fold" picks up over the speakers, TJT walking out onto the stage to a massive greeting of boos. They make their way to the ring, very much like if they were to wrestle, Thunder and Jupiter both dressed up in their jeans, shoes, and overly well-woven polos, the massive pink shades over Jason's eyes and the even more massive azure sunglasses over those of Jim, jewels and all. Terina, tight jeans, brown leather high-heel boots, pink short-sleeved top, even classier jewelry and flowing brown hair between them on the way to the ring. They enter as per the course of a match as well, and they snatch the Zephyr's microphones...as Terina recieves another from the referee. Thunder and Jupiter kick the mechanical waving woman outside of the ring, which deactivates entirely.
Thunder: Ladies and gentlemen...
Jupiter: COMMONERS OF THE WORLD...
The music suddenly dies down completely.
Terina: Likely you're all in shock. And yet, why SHOULD you be?
Jupiter: If it hasn't befallen all you proverbial troglodytes to our literal Olympians yet, Minipax--*he gives a brutal frown*--has attempted to "save" you. But from what?
Terina: Much like the legions of horrible "Can you crack the code" videos................nothing. Nothing at all. Totally nothing. Not space dust, even.
Thunder: Chance Confidence here has the tools to achieve just about ANYTHING in this company. And likewise, so do EWT's Holy Trinity of the Tag Division. So it fell upon us, why not combine our strength? If we each can do it all, just IMAGINE what all of us can do!
Jupiter: Meanwhile, the Ministry of Peace. Brainwashed and stagnating. Their failures are great in number. From us not even falling to their "Might" to their obtaining of a man who disappeared...gah, what was his name? Bluetooth Brandonsen?
Terina: Cases and points right there.
Thunder: And hey, let us just go on our merry way! That was their BIG mistake. You NEVER let the power players blossom into full strength.
Chance: It also doesn't help that they employ a gorilla in S and M gear as their enforcer
Jupiter: And so they fade away. Down to what? The garbled BDSM man? A guy whose last name is part of the rainbow? This random Oreo cookie, who has his name spelled out with smurfING BLINGWADS?! And yet their leader has the EWT World Heayweight Championship?! WHAT THE smurf HAS THIS WORLD COME TO?!
Chance: Clearly the time of the Mini Hacks has come to an end... and who better to liberate that poor miserable belt from them, then a shining beacon of pure excellence like myself? I mean... NOBODY wants the EWT to be controlled by Big Bossman's old flunky.
Terina: *Imagining the leader of Minipax, nearly winces* So that's where we come in.
Jupiter: While EWT is jammed with an infinite of false saviors, we have come to alleviate that!
Thunder: We're here, we're now, we're forever.
Terina: And we shall LIBERATE YOU from those who have ran this organization--AND THE WORLD--into the ground!
Chance: The time has come for a truely great gathering to remold the EWT into it's perfect pristine image. No more of the underserving peons holding titles. An end to pathetic failures, getting title shots that that most certainly don't deserve! A time to embark on a journey that will cleanse the EWT of all the unwanted, unnecessary, underachieving, and underwhelming nobodies that fester the halls backstage.
Terina: A time...to reshape the EWT under OUR perfect image.
Jupiter: An image...
Chance: ... Paved in a path greater then gold, superior to silver, and way better then bronze... a path of platinum.
Terina: Not merely a path either...a fellowship. An enterprise. An empire. An association.
Chance: Exactly. And just like all high class association, only the cream of the crop will be invited to join our ranks... and before you say anything, these guys over here, mere servants. After all, every great association needs lackeys to help run it.
The Zephyrs both wave excitedly, then start to pump up as though they're ready to start a rap...then stop...fortunately. Suddenly, a man in a fire-orange-and-black getup runs down to the ring, tossing a gold lucha outfit behind him, as he runs into the ring, a mask still on the face of his spindly frame.
Chance: ... Whose this... hobo?
He removes the lucha mask, his stringy blonde hair falling all over the place.
Jack: Jack Jupiter...the..the..REAL Jack Jupiter.
Chance: Well Zack, you look stupid and I don't even know why you are here.
Jack: Jjjjjjjjack. Say it with me. 'Jack.'
Chance: ... What am I, a parrot? I'm not repeating anything uttered by some commoner.
Jack: I'm...I'm not. I'm like, actually a part of this team! For real! Chance looks over at TJT, silently, as Jason face-palms, but Thunder and Terina both nod their heads
Chance: Ummm, well I don't recall asking you to join... but I suppose I could always use another errand boy. My own guy never gets me the right beverage.
Jack: I'm kinda spoken for in that aspect...but whatever. JACK JUPITER...AT YOUR SERVICE!
Jack bows, before rising up to his feet.
Chance: Yeah, I'll keep that in mind Zack.
He turns back to the crowd, as his expression grows quite obnoxious once more
Chance: Now then... swine and sows, I have no more time to waste with you, so I'll make this simple. The Platinum Association has arrived in the EWT... and all of you better get used to it.
Terina: Because, quite frankly...
Jupiter: The WORLD IS OURS.
A new theme starts up (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xiiSwhzhy3g) as Chance raises his shades back over his eyes, simply walking over and vaulting out of the ring, quickly heading off to the back, stopping midway and motioning for his new allies to follow if they wish.
The three of TJT, gold around the waists of Thunder and Jupiter with Terina nearby, follow, who are followed by Jack, who is followed by the Zephyr brothers, the deactivated robot laying outside the ring. We quickly cut to a promo for Spaz.
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Ass Dan
King Koopa
Curious about extra lines
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Post by Ass Dan on Jan 29, 2008 17:49:13 GMT -5
Joe One is seen in the back, holding a goblet and watching a TV. He drops the goblet, shattering it.
One: So....someone is trying to take control of EWT from under BB's thumb. They will know not to challenge our autority or put us in a box.
He picks up a phone.
One: Clay? This is One. Order 6 is now in effect. Take all precautions neccisary. We shall not lose this war.
*FADE OUT*
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The Line
Patti Mayonnaise
Real Name: Bumkiss. Stanley Bumkiss.
Peanut Butter & JAAAAAMMMM!
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Post by The Line on Jan 29, 2008 19:33:07 GMT -5
We are outside Andy Duke's lockerroom, the door slightly ajar, as Andy storms in. The camera follows him.Dukefrantically looking about) Sam? Sam? Andy walks into the bathroom, where we heard the scream from on the video shown earlier in the night. Duke: ( with a sigh of relief) Oh, there you are. You had me so scared. What the hell happened? Why did you scream? Once again, the camera follows him in to reveal that unidentified woman, who appears to be named Sam, putting on her make up. She is tan,dark haired, tall, and slender. She is now dressed in formal attire. A black dress, heels, and her hair up.Sam: Oh, some punk rifled through all my make-up. Scribbled some chicken scratch on the wall in my lipstick. I thought it was blood at first. I had to use this darker shade. Hope its not too dark. Dukeembraces her) No. Its fine. Its perfect( they kiss). He glances in the mirror, and gets a lock of shock and horror on his face.The camera pans over to the mirror, and the "chicken scratch" written in red lipstick is in the reflection. When relfected, it spells out A MESSAGE FROM THE CAST OF HEREOS: LOVE KILLS! Sam, completely oblivious to the message, begins to leave the bathroom.Sam: How long until you're ready. We have a reservation for about 45 minutes from now. Duke: (still staring into the mirror) Be there in a minute, Lexa. Samwalking back in, coldly) What did you call me? Duke: ( realizing his mistake and looking at her now, not the mirror) I'm sorry. All this Cast of Heroes shit is driving me up a wall. And I thought something happened to you...(puts his hand on her cheek)You know I'm done with her. You're all I think about. Hopefully this COH stuff will blow over sooner rather than later, and we can live a realatively normal life. Sam: So, you going to get ready? You know I don't care what you look like, but I doubt the restauarant would be too fond of you wearing your gear. Duke: Yeah. Just let me hop in the shower. It'll take 10 minutes, tops. Promise. Sam: Ok. I'll pound the door down if you're not out here. Promise. (Sam walks out of the bathroom)Duke: Sam, one last thing? Sampoking her head in as Duke turns on the shower)Anything. Duke: Lock the door out there, please. Someone already got in here once. I just want you to be safe out there. Sam: Sure thing babe. She leaves again, shutting the bathroom door behind her. Outside the door, you can faintly hear the locker room door shutting as well, and it being locked.
Andy again looks at the writing on the wall, but not in the reflection. He puts his hands on the wall and smears the lipstick, making it completely illegible. He goes towards the shower, off camera.
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Maelstrom
AC Slater
The Tide Will Turn!
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Post by Maelstrom on Jan 30, 2008 12:04:29 GMT -5
Backstage in the aquarium and Maelstrom has been watching the monitor whilst tending to some jellyfish. Maelstrom picks out one of the many jellyfish which appears to have died before throwing it behind his shoulder into the waste bin.
(the crowd can be heard cheering)
As he continues Sum Guy enters microphone in hand, whilst on the screen The Platinum Association reveal themselves to the world. Maelstrom pauses and watches this before shaking his head and hurling anohter dead jellyfish behind him.
SUM GUY: Hello I'm Sumfmfmh mhfmhfm mfhmffmhf ahhmhfmfh!!
Maelstrom looks behind him to find Sum guy choking on the dead jellyfish, Maelstrom takes the microphone, and turns to the camera whilst Sum Guy writhes around on the floor
MAELSTROM: The ocean current is old, the watery abyss deep and filled with history, the Maelstrom sucking it all down and crushing it in the dark gloom. There within the murk lies experience, wisdom, power and force.
Maelstrom pauses and walks with the camera
MAELSTROM: In my time here in EWT, I have seen factions rise and I have seen them fall. I have seen champions struggle to obtain the gold and yet also vanish in nothing more than a whimper after there defeat. Yet one truth remains throughout the ebb and flow of the EWT.
Maelstrom passes some more tanks with dangerous fish, before heading down some stairs, past the large memorial statue of Barracus the Hammerhead shark.
MAELSTROM: That truth is that I remain the dominant force ... I remain that vice like grip that surrounds you as you gasp for air in the cold. I remain that never ending pressure on which no champion can rest. I remain!
Maelstrom reaches a small tank which he dips his hand into, pulling out what looks like a lobster.
MAELSTROM: I remain because I can, because the fans know who they want as there champion, because I can beat anyone or any group. I have been witness to the fall of the house of the Balance of Power, the closure of the PTA and the collapse of Generation Tech. Be they Mini-Pax or a Platinum Association these groups will crumble and erode, like they have done in the past ... for you see The Tide always turns.
Maelstrom holds up the lobster in his hand so everyone can see, it's claws snapping, it's antennae trying to focus on it's attacker.
MAELSTROM: Five other men are entering the The Survival Cage at common ground. Five men who like this lobster are out of there depth. They may be tough to crack, they may use weapons or they may be able to survive or adapt in such a different and hostile enviroment. But there is no escape, there is no way out of this ... only the truth ...
Maelstrom hurls the Lobster into a boiling pot, the shell can be heard to squeal as the creature dies. Maelstrom places the lid on top, and leans into the camera.
MAELSTROM: ... the truth that the EWT Heavyweight title is not going to some faction, some returning hero or some huge ego. It is coming to one solitary force of nature ... one man who has held it before ... that man is me.
Maelstrom pulls out the lobster which has now turned red and steams in the air, he tears off a claw and cracks it open in his hands to reveal the meat.
MAELSTROM: There will be no escape on Febuary 17th ... only the panic and fear that sets, before the final plunge into thw Whirlpool. Leaving one man holding the rewards of his efforts ... one man to survive. Only one ... Maelstrom!!
(fade out)
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Ratings
Dennis Stamp
Has a box of scraps
"YAY!"
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Post by Ratings on Jan 30, 2008 12:05:07 GMT -5
FADE IN to a vacant empty room; darkness surrounding the area as only a silhouette of a figure can be made out. V.O.: "In the world of today..." The camera surveys the mysterious figure in a 360 degree motion (in other words, the cameraman circles the individual while filming) V.O.: (cont.) "We are surrounded by viral marketing, codes to be broken & hidden messages..." The camera pans upward and focus on the individual just as light begins to reveal more of the figure. V.O.: (cont.) "When will they realize that actions..." The figure looks over at the camera. As if on cue, the camera zooms in on the individual's face, revealing the identity of the figure... Ratings Ratings (V.O.): "...speak louder than words." The camera zooms in more, focusing on Ratings' right eye through his violet tinted sunglasses. The close-up leads to a lightning fast montage of Ratings in action, performing many moves that display his athletism, agility and flexibility; all while suspensful music complete with a choir plays in the background. The montage picks up speed until it and the music come to a sudden stop. Ratings appears on the screen again, staring into the camera. Ratings (V.O.): "Was that enough loud for you?" Ratings flashes his trademark smirk before the camera fades to black, leading to the following title: RATINGS Returning in 4 weeks...
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Ragnal
Game Genie
Yanno what they say: All toasters toast El Dandy
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Post by Ragnal on Jan 30, 2008 12:18:13 GMT -5
We cut backstage, where we find Lily-Rose strumming on an acoustic guitar, sitting on top of a gurney full of steel chairs.
Lily-Rose: Oh no, here it is again I need to know when I will fall in decay
In the middle of her singing, around the corner pops Mike Ragnal, who stops and watches the unaware Lily-Rose sing.
Lily-Rose: Something wrong with every plan of my life I didn't really notice that you've been here
Dolefully desired Destiny of a lie
Mike slowly walks behind Lily, only slightly surprising her, as they sing in unison:
Set me free your heaven's lie set me free with you love set me free
Set me free your heaven's lie set me free with you love set me free
Lily then takes her guitar off, setting it down gently as she sits up, and hugs Mike, who laughs and returns the hug.
Mike: Lily-Rose, hey, good to see you again!
The two release the hugging.
Lily: Good to see you, too. How’s Sasha doing?
Mike: Oh, she’s fine, just at home relaxing. The honeymoon was just GREAT.
Lily: Well that’s good to know.
Mike: Yeah. She wanted to thank you for playing at the wedding, by the way.
Lily: Ah, it was nothing, just a favor to an old friend.
Mike: Right, right. So hey, what brings you back to EWT, uh? Last time I saw you, you had to leave to promote a new album, right?
Lily: Yeah, well, not exactly something I was proud of. I mean, I didn’t want to desert EWT, but the record company gave me no other choice.
Mike: Ah, record companies. They’re just as bad as The Network.
Lily: Yeah, but anyway, I worked out an agreement with EWT where I’d wrestle two matches this year, to help promote a tour or album.
Mike: Ah, well that works for you.
Lily: Yeah, but…
Lily sighs, and sits back down.
Lily: The only problem is Juri.
Mike: Juri, huh? Yeah, she’s had her moments…but what’s up?
Lily shrugs.
Lily: I dunno. She won’t say, just that she’s had it out for me for a while. I don’t even know what I did to tick her off!
Mike: Yeah, well, hey…hopefully she’ll let it out there eventually. If she doesn’t, well, she’s prolly just being bitter about the whole thing, yannno?
Lily nods.
Lily: I do, yeah. And I feel a little better.
Mike: Awesome. But hey, look, I gotta go meet an interview guy for some old times. So I’ll catcha later, okay?
Lily: Sure thing.
Mike waves and walks off, leaving Lily-Rose back to her strumming.
Set me free your heaven's lie set me free with you love set me free
*fade out*
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Post by BoilerRoomBrawler on Jan 31, 2008 13:53:34 GMT -5
*Everything goes silent and the lights dim, with attention drawn to the Titantron.*
Titantron: You've seen the best...
*A flash of Bret Hart footage*
Titantron: You've seen the phenomenal...
*A flash of A.J. Styles footage*
Titantron: But prepare for something more... Something... phenomenaler...
*Silence, then mild pyro as "The Power" by Manowar plays*
*The "Phenomenaler" Scott Andrews walks out.*
Tony Chimel: From Machesney Park, IL, at 6', weighing in at 380 lbs, it is the (confused) "Phenomenaler"? Scott Andrews!
*Andrews looks at Chimel with mild consternation and grabs the mic.*
Andrews: Look Chimel, it's "Phenomenaler," and if you don't know what that means-
*Raven slips out from under the ring as Andrews faces the Titantron*
Andrews: (cont'd) Then you're going to see it when I take out Raven. Hell, I could take the whole flock!
*Raven sits in the corner as Andrews continues*
Andrews: (cont'd) The millions watching are going to witness the beginning of a revolution. No longer will they be bored by big guys that can't move. This one can. I've got it all! Power, agility-
*Andrews turns to face the main camera, with Raven still behind him.*
Andrews: (cont'd) Technical ability, charisma, and even good looks for the chubby chasers.
*A mild wave of boos, with a few noticeable cheers. Raven stands behind Andrews as he turns around and nails him on the head with the chair, to which Andrews falls flat on his back. Raven grabs the mic.*
Raven: Andrews, you have talked more than you have walked so far. I don't think that you nor the fans believe that you can back up your claims-
*Andrews massages his head as he sits back up and listens.*
Raven: (cont'd) that you are something so great that you can ignore conventional vocabulary. Come on, even Midnight Mystery didn't show up to job to your sorry, fat ass. You know what, Andrews? I'm going to give you this match, and maybe we'll see if you can do something with it.
*Raven drops the mic and slips under the ropes, chair still in hand. Andrews gets up and seizes the mic, leaning over the ropes.*
Andrews: You get back in-
*Raven swings the chair upwards, nailing Andrews in the head again, who again falls flat on his back, seemingly with X's over his eyes. Raven poses.*
Audience: Nevermore!
*Raven leaves as his music starts up.*
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Post by The Bad Man on Feb 1, 2008 17:37:49 GMT -5
We return to ringside where Jim duggan has got a hold of the microphoneDUGGAN: HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO The Crowd chants along whilst the commentary team discuss thingsJOSH MATTHEWS: I thought this was time for a match? MATT STRYKER: That's match time Josh, but you are right ... what Duggan is doing out here is beyond me. In the ring and the announcer has enteredANNOUNCER: The following match is for one fall ... The music switches to this horror and out comes the Bad Man.ANNOUNCER: From your worst nightmares, this man weighs in at 510lbs he is ... The Bad Man! The Bad Man waddles past the fans, his sickening flabby frame causing concern. Yet it hides a truly dispicable man. He enters the ring and charges forward at Jim Duggan and smashes him into the turnbuckle. Jim Duggan never saw it coming as the Bad Man lays into him.ANNOUNCER: His opponent from the depths of hell ... From under the ring Rellik emerges and sldes intot he ring armed with a chair, the announcer flees as Rellik smashes the chair into the well padded flesh of the Bad Man's back.The Bell RingsThe Bad Man turns around his massive bulk unfazed by the chairshot, his face screams an intensity combined with a madness only seen in animals forced to live off rotten meat. Rellik is undettered and swings the chair but the Bad Man moves and the chair cracks into Jim Duggans head! JOSH: Duggan didn't deserve that! STRYKER: He shouldn't be in the ring anyway, just because these fans like to chant USA doesn't mean he has to be here. AS Duggan slumps in the corner blood oozing from his head the two mad men clash, punches and throat chops find the mark as both men beat on each other. Rellik seems to get the advantage as he treis to irish whip the Bad Man but has no luck moving the immense weight. The Bad Man grins as he brings Rellik into reach and using his weight to throw Rellik off blance lifts him in his clutches for a belly to belly suplex, cover ...1,2 ... Rellik kicks out from under the tyres of flesh, but The Bad Man isn't about to relinquish here and sitting on top his opponents chest grabs his head and butts him not once, not twice but three times ... The Bad Man claws at Relliks face bringing out the blood as Rellik tries to scramble away. The Bad Man gets up and hovers over Rellik, watching his foe, waiting ... STRYKER: This man maybe a violent, almost psychotic man, but this is not intelligent .. you can tell he wasn't taught well at school, he's letting Rellik get back into this match ... JOSH: Perhaps he wants him to? Rellik gets back up to his feet and turns to find The Bad Man looming. Rellik feels the blood on his face with his hand and then charges the Bad Man like a wild man! The Bad Man braces himself as Rellik collides, but the immovable object is here tonight. That object is The Bad Man who barely registers that Rellik dropped a hard elbow on his skull and instead clotheslines Rellik down. Rellik gets to his knees only to find Bad Man waiting who underhooks the arms and lifts him up and then slams him back down into the mat face first. The Bad Man covers ...1,2,3. The Bell RingsANNOUNCER: Your winner The Bad Man! The Bad Mans music plays as he looks at his weak foes, before lumbering away up the ailse unimpressed with the competiton(fade out)
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Post by bollywood on Feb 2, 2008 11:56:58 GMT -5
*In what is presumably the women's locker room, Terina walks in, wearing garb not too unlike that of her last appearance, a pink towel over one shoulder, and a look of frustration on her face.*
Terina: ...how...how'd that thing break down...in OUR...our locker room...*muttering under her breath*
*She walks up to a shower stall, the curtain open as she puts her gear next to the tile wall of the chamber.*
Terina: ...sheesh...grrrr...
*She begins muttering again. She's not wearing her jewelry, but begins to unzip both each of her boots when suddenly she feels the presence of someone coming towards her. Before she knows it, Terina finds herself staring at two slender and smooth feet in her field of vision as she is still bent over to discard her boots. She slowly looks up to find the girlfriend of Mahavir Abha; the exotic & equally erotic, Jasmyne, standing before her. Wearing nothing but a small towel, that conveinently covers her chest and private area but also her to show off some cleavage and her long legs that would make Stacy Keibler green with envy, Jasmyne has another towel resting over shoulders as she looks down at Jasmyne with a pleased and seductive smile. Terina, confused, looks directly up at her.*
Terina: Uh.............hi?
*Jasmyne continues to grin as she gives Terina a little wave, her eyes revealing a hint of approval of what she is looking at. Before removing anything else, she puts her hands on her hips, before moving a hand to her chin.*
Terina: What can I do for you?
*With a provocative giggle, Jasmyne takes a step closer, running her hand through her long, wet hair.*
Terina: Uh-huh. Well, I've got all these things going on, and they're racing through my head. *she uneasily looks at the shower.* First, I've got to win that GND championship...FINALLY I have a shot. Then, my boys get led on to victory once more, by none other than me. And amongst it all, did you...see what just happened out there? It's for real. Not to mention...the shower in our OWN locker room breaks. Damn plumbers...
*Jasmyne nods, her eyes continuing to scan Terina's body from head to toe.*
Terina: ...you...like the shirt? I know it's a little plain for my tastes, but whatever...
*She removes her shirt, a white tank top underneath, but obviously another layer or two under that as well. There is hint of disappointment in Jasmyne's eyes.*
Terina: Now if you'll excuse me, I need to wash up. I can't spare any time though...
*As Terina passes Jasmyne and towards the shower, the beauty of Bangalore, India, removes the towel resting over her and proceeds to snap the towel, playfully whipping Terina on the backside. The sudden sting elects a yelp from the startled Terina. She looks back at Jasmyne, who casually dries her hair with the towel used moments ago; flashing a mischievous grin at the manager and female member of TJT.*
Terina: What was that all about? And NO, I don't mean your neck flexibility either, being able to dry that from the outside of the towel...
*Jasmyne giggles again before winking at Terina. Her face goes slightly confused, but she turns back around and walks behind the curtain of the tiled chamber, closing it.*
Terina: *from behind the curtain* I mean...how? How does it happen? How, in the most cleanest, most up-to-date and luxurious suite in the entire arena, does the plumbing to the SHOWER break out?
*The white tank top is tossed out over the top of the curtain, landing next to Jasmyne's feet. Jasmyne picks up the tank top plays with the spaghetti strings for a moment before hanging the top up in a nearby stall. Next to the stall is Jasmyne's belongings, with for some reason has a top-of-line plumbing wrench among her possessions. She holds the wrench proudly, hinting to the crowd watching via Toomitron the cause of the broken shower of TJT's locker room suite. She walks back over to the stall belonging to Terina, a belt and a pair of jeans now in the vicinity outside.*
Terina: --and so I'm like, "Jim, Jason, I just wanted to let you two know that Harry and Gwen called about the invites to the party, but they wouldn't shut up!"
*Jasmyne picks up the discarded clothing, humming a classic Indian film song -- so classic that the writer will make no attempt to actually research a song from a classic Bollywood film.*
Terina: And so they say to me, "What's the problem?!"
*The sound of something sliding off of skin can be heard from behind the curtain. Overhearing, Jasmyne tip-toes over to the shower curtain, holding her hand close to her ear ala Hulk Hogan.*
Terina: And so I'm all like--
*Just a foot away from her, a red, diamond embroidered bra drops over the top of the curtain, followed quickly by a red silk thong that lands at the very edge of her shoulder. With glee upon spotting the no doubt expensive brassier, Jasmyne picks it up and nods in approval at Terina's taste (and probably her cup size as well).*
Terina: --"Well I wasn't expecting the Spanish Inquisition!"
*Finally the water turns on.*
Terina: So they both jump up...and you know the rest...I think.
*As Terina continues to talk up a storm, Jasmyne is able to get in a quick peek over the shower curtain, admiring the completely unaware Terina's impressive figure.*
Terina: Dammit!
*The Princess of TJT begins to turn 180 degrees, Jasmyne ducking away from the crack between the tiling and the curtain.*
Terina: There's no soap or shampoo in here! Jeeze, like I walked in here without that. They should be with the rest of my stuff next to the towel and robe...mind getting them for me?
*Jasmyne nods to herself and obliges to Terina's request. She holds the imported soap and shampoo before the curtain and hands them to Terina as she reaches out from behind the curtain. The hand grabs the two items, pulling them right back in and opening them up.*
Terina: So yeah anyway, it's like, completely crazy traveling with 3 guys...two of them downright crazy at times, and one of them with a brain like a Brazil nut...
*As Terina continues, Jasmyne steps off screen; the sounds of tight clothing sliding onto smooth skin and zippers can be heard*
Terina: --which of course is just downright ridiculous to deal with. You know?
*Jasmyne returns on camera, fully (well in her case as always; partially) dressed in a camouflage patterned tube top, tight black booty shorts with a zipper at the front and black knee-high heeled boots. She relaxes herself against the wall beside the shower curtain with her elbow pressed against it. With her outer hand, she flips her dark brown hair over her shoulder and runs the hand down her body, stopping at the hip that she pops to the side. She stares the shower curtain, enticingly waiting for Terina. The water comes to a stop.*
Terina: You still there? Or no? Mind handing me my towel? Just...drop it over.
*Jasmyne sashays her way over to Terina's belongings and retrieves Terina's towel. She heads back to the shower and drapes the towel over the curtain rod before returning to her previous stance. Not 15 seconds later, out pops the head of Terina.*
Terina: ...where's my stuff?!
*Jasmyne playfully puts her index finger up to her lips and looks up, as if she was pondering the answer to Terina's demand. She snaps her fingers and gives the "one moment" finger gesture to Terina before heading over to where Terina's clothing is and brings them back for her with a smile*
Terina: Yeah...thanks...I think.
*Holding her clothes, Terina pulls her head back behind the curtain, quickly dressing and stepping out, her long brown hair slung around one shoulder. After drying her feet, she zips both boots up, buckling the belt around her waist and grabbing the rest of her belongings.*
Terina: Yeah, a shower is nice and all, but hardly any water comes out of these! Next time, I'm just going to use the hot tub...
*Jasmyne approaches Terina from behind and gently places both of her hands onto her shoulders. Terina's eyes widen to about twice the size they would normally be, her mouth completely nondescript in expression, but the big green eyes making her look like a deer in headlights.*
Terina: ...
Jasmyne: Tense?
Terina: Um...well, not now, maybe I would be later, and I...I--
*Jasmyne starts rubbing Terina's shoulders, giving her muscles a well deserved massage*
Jasmyne: Tense.
*Terina's eyes return to normal in size, closing halfway as she suddenly relaxes, a smug smile appearing on her face as her shoulders drop a few inches. She seems almost ready to topple over.*
Terina: That...that actually feels pretty good...you ever do this professionally?
*Jasmyne rolls her eyes in amusement as she giggles at the question, letting her hands do all the answering for her as they continue to move around Terina's shoulders and upper back. Terina's mouth falls open, locked in a catatonic state. The massage continues, the GND looking ready to melt. Suddenly her eyes enlarge again. Her mouth shuts.*
Terina: WAIT! I...I need to go. I need to catch up with Jim and Jason. They're...they're probably getting really impatient, and yeah. I need to like, get out of here!
*Jasmyne shrugs and nods while her hands rest on Terina's shoulders.*
Terina: Would you mind, like, taking your HANDS off my shoulders?
*Jasmyne lifts her hands off of Jasmyne's shoulders, still having that seductive smile on her face.*
Terina: If only I had someone that could do that quite so well. Well anyhoo, I'm so out of here.
*muttering under her breath as she's about to walk away*: That's the last time I use that stupid suite shower...
*As Terina takes a step towards the door, Jasmyne--grinning like the Cheshire's Cat--gives the TJT babe a firm smack on the ass as a send off. With what sounds like a squeal cut off after a nanosecond, Terina looks over her shoulder in complete shock.*
Terina: Why. Why. WHY?!
*Jasmyne does a fist pump*
Jasmyne: GO GET, TIGER!
*Terina pauses in utter confusion, then suddenly remembers and begins laughing*
Terina: I get it! Well then, I'll see you later! Maybe we should...hang out...or something!
*Jasmyne nods excitedly, clapping her hands together in agreement. Terina slips a hand in each legging pocket to her jeans, pulling out a card from the right, her name written on it, the last name blurred out so it only says "KATERINA" on the top. She hands it to Jasmyne.*
Terina: My card...my address. Jim...Jason...Jack...I...and a few of my other friends are going to go out and do stuff in a week. Shopping, eating, partying, you know it all. We'll be meeting up at my place...don't be late!
*Jasmyne nods and slips the card between her breasts, smiling at Terina as she does*
Terina: Not where I'd put it, but I guess that's the safest spot...well whatever! See ya!
*Terina begins to leave again, and much like before, she receives another slap on the ass by Jasmyne, much harder than the previous one. Terina yelps in surprise and looks back at Jasmyne, who smiles brightly while giving her the "thumb's up" gesture.*
Jasmyne: Tiger! ROAR!
Terina: *smirks* Yeah yeah, I know the deal! Tiger...............................tiger...tiger...
*She quickly leaves the vicinity of the doorway, a simple "...birdie...birdie...birdie..." muttered under her breath.*
*Jasmyne playfully waves to the departing Terina as she walks away. With the door closed, Jasmyne sways her way over to the shower from before and leans against the wall that separates two showers; the one that Terina had been using before and one that has the curtain covering it. Suddenly, the curtain slides open a bit as EWT Tri-State Champion and boyfriend of Jasmyne, Mahavir Abha, pops his head out and flashing his trademark grin as he looks at Jasmyne.*
Mahavir: Like what you see, yes?
Jasmyne: (nodding) I like what I see, yes.
*The two giggle as they exchange looks of fun and passion before looking off into the distance as the camera fades to black*
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Post by teamireland on Feb 2, 2008 13:09:17 GMT -5
*Shark Boy's Steve Austin-esque theme starts up as he makes his entrance. His head shaking all the way down the ramp. He takes off his leather waistcoat & hands it off to a gofer.*
David Penzer: The following contest is scheduled for one fall & is for the EWT Toolshed Championship. Introducing first the challenger, from the Deep Blue Sea... SHARK BOY!
*Shark Boy takes the mic.*
SB: I heard that tonight...
WHAT?
... I gotta fight some bog Irish Jackass...
WHAT?
... So how's about him & that other potato-eating sumbitch...
WHAT?
... Get out here so I can kick ass & walk out with that EWT Toolshed Title?!
*Cheers*
AND THAT'S THE FISHING LIIIIIINE, 'CAUSE SHARK BOY...
*Malone clobbers Shark Boy from behind with the Barbed Wire Hurley. He snuck in through the crowd. O'Hare is busying himself outside tossing all sorts of weapons into the ring.*
*Malone continues to pound on Shark Boy. He whips Shark Boy to the ropes. Shark Boy rebounds & lands a Thesz Press on Malone. Shark Boy gets back to his feet feeling pumped up by the crowd. Until Malone stands again & floors Shark Boy with a spear.*
*Malone grabs a table that O'Hare slid in & sets it up in the corner. He whips Shark Boy towards the table, but Shark Boy reverses it & Malone goes crashing through. Shark Boy drags Malone from the wreckage. he has a chance to become Toolshed Champion.*
1...
2...
KICKOUT!
*Malone goes for a lariat. Shark Boy ducks & slides behind. he rolls Shane up with a School Boy...*
1...
2...
KICKOUT!
*Malone is getting extremely angry that Shark Boy has nearly pinned him twice now! O'Hare is nearly having a fit outside the ring. Malone whips Shark Boy towards another corner & follows up looking for a Stinger Spash. Shark Boy deftly moves aside at the last second & as Malone reels, Shark Boy aims for a Dead Sea Drop. But Malone counters it. He spins Shark Boy around into a Blue Thunder Bomb, right onto the barbed wire Hurley...*
1...
2...
3!!!
DING-DING!!!
Penzer: Here is you winner & STILL the EWT Toolshed Champion... SHANE MAAAAALOOOOOOOOONE!!!
*Malone & O'Hare leave quickly. O'Hare scolding Shane harshly for nearly losing the match on 2 ocassions.*
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Indigocrates
Unicron
I got bored. Decided to become a philosopher. Just 'cause.
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Post by Indigocrates on Feb 4, 2008 0:00:01 GMT -5
*Robert Roode awaits his opponent in the ring, ableit with a certain concern. Roode turns around, and is suddenly nailed with a Beak Buster! Crauswell grabs Robert Roode, and throws him out of the ring. The Cidal Force then demands a mic.*
Crauswell: "Anyone can send a pack of alluring canines to attack a has-been! It doesn't take ability to have musical insturments dropped onto grabage wrestlers! And I'll wage the very feathers on my back that even Cassinova has the intelligence to dress up as Batman and attack a halfwit from behind! I'm different from the rest of them, Indigo! I'm not past my prime, I can do more in this ring than hit people with a garbage can, and my abilites go beyond using glorified half-nelsons as finishing moves! I'm not prey, Indigo; I'm not human."
*Crauswell drops the mic, and turns around only to be met with an arial shining wizard! Crauswell goes down, and finds himself being savagely hammered upon by a man in a ravaged monkey suit! Crauswell throws the man off, and quickly rises to his feet. He comes at the man, only for his eye to be slashed by the man's claw-like fingernails! Crauswell is down once again, and the man begins to violently reign headbutts upon the downed furry. EMT's, as well as security sprint down to the ring, and the man in the monkey suit quickly exits and escapes over the barricade, and to the back. EMT's check on Crauswell as we cut to commerical.
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Post by Ronnie L. Cordova on Feb 4, 2008 2:27:54 GMT -5
(Rhino is already in the ring as we cut to the arena. “Primal Scream” by Motley Crue hits as a visibly worn out Ronnie Cordova makes his way to the ring. He has a beer in his hand, which he struggles to lift to his mouth.)
Lillian Garcia: “Making his way to the ring, from The University of Indiana, Ronnie Cordova!”
(Ronnie limps towards the ring, but Rhino climbs out of the ring and attempts a big Gore on the outside but Ronnie sidesteps him and Rhino goes head first into the steel steps! Ronnie struggles to climb into the ring, but eventually makes it, prompting the ref to ring the bell to start the match.)
(Bell dings)
The ref immediately starts a 10 count for Rhino, who is still on the floor on the outside.
1!
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4!
5!
6!
7!
8!
At this point Rhino starts to get to his feet. Ronnie looks around in a panic to find an escape, but then looks at the beer bottle in his hand. Ronnie looks back and forth quickly between Rhino and the beer, and launches the bottle at Rhino’s head, shattering it into pieces, not unlike when Crash busted the bottle on Ronnie’s head. Rhino falls backward, knocked out cold. The ref continues the count.
9!
10! The ref calls for the bell!
(Bell dings)
Lillian: Your winner, as a result of a count out, Ronnie Cordova!
(Ronnie collapses to the mat, still weak from Crash’s earlier attack. A murmur amongst the crowd starts as someone is shown running through the crowd with a steel chair. It’s Crash Johannson! He hops the barrier and slides into the ring. Crash rears the chair back and gets set to blast Ronnie with it, when suddenly; a masked man leaps into the ring and blasts Crash in the back of the head with a standing enziguri! Crash, well, crashes to the mat, landing on the chair he was holding. The masked man helps Ronnie to his feet and helps him to the back. Fade to commercial)
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Post by Ronnie L. Cordova on Feb 4, 2008 2:28:13 GMT -5
(We come back from commercial and Ronnie is in his locker room with the masked man. Masked man hands Ronnie an ice pack, and Ronnie holds it up to his forehead.) Ronnie: “Thanks, Jimmy.” Jimmy simply nods. Todd Grisham walks into the room, microphone in hand, guess what’s next? Todd: “Ronnie, it seems as if you got lucky out there, narrowly dodging Rhino’s Gore, getting a count out win, and getting saved by this masked man after Crash tried to attack you. I guess everyone, including myself, is wondering, who is this guy?” Ronnie: *sounding worse for wear* “Huh? Oh, his name, OW! Is Jimmy Kennedy. He’s an old buddy of mine from college. I knew Crash would try something funny, so I called in some backup to help me out, especially after that attack in my locker room a few days ago. Jimmy’s helped me out before in the past, and I knew this would be no different.” Todd: “Well then, Jimmy, can I get a few words from you?” Jimmy shakes his head in a “no” manner. Todd: “Why not?” Ronnie: “He doesn’t talk to strangers.” Jimmy whispers something into Ronnie’s ear. Ronnie: “Jimmy wants you to know that despite the fact that he’s… rather shy, he will not let it affect his duty here in EWT, and that’s to protect me from that scumbag Crash Johannson.” Todd: “Well then, I wish you success here in EWT, Mr. Kennedy.” Ronnie: “Mr. Kennedy?” Jimmy whispers in Ronnie’s ear. Ronnie: “Just… Jimmy, he says. He doesn’t want to be confused with the more famous Mr. Kennedy.” Todd: “John F. Kennedy?” Ronnie: >_< “Jimmy, Todd’s starting to annoy me.” Jimmy picks Todd up by the back of his collar, spins him around, and boots him in the ass and out of the locker room. Ronnie: “Why did EWT hire him anyway?” Jimmy shrugs his shoulders. Ronnie: “Well, whatever. Listen, we need to talk about what to do with Crash.” Ronnie opens a cooler with a bunch of beer in it. Ronnie: “Here, have a cold one.” Jimmy catches the beer but hands it back, shaking his head “no.” Ronnie: “Oh that’s right.” (Ronnie hands him a Pepsi.) “Honestly, I can only drink that stuff with a little Capt. Morgan in it.” Jimmy cracks open the can, but realizes there’s no open mouth hole in his mask. Ronnie: “C’mon, don’t be dumb like Crash. Go take the mask off and drink the damn thing.” Jimmy steps off-camera. Ronnie: (to himself) “Who would have thought between me, Jimmy, Todd Grisham, and Crash that I’d be the smart one? (Takes a drink) Boy that’s good.” Fade to commercial/next segment.
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