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Post by Ragnal on Feb 4, 2008 2:58:06 GMT -5
We return to EWT’s backstage area, with Sum Guy smiling as he still waits outside Mike Ragnal’s locker room, staring at the door, waiting for him to come out.
SG: Yessir, any minute now…
Unfortunately for Sum, Mike Ragnal’s walking up from behind.
Mike: Hey Sum.
SG: GAH!
Frightened, Sum runs off, but right into a wall. Mike sighs as Sum collapses, then turns to the camera guy.
Mike: Ya see? I don’t touch him. He causes his own damage when I’m around.
Mike shrugs, then walks over to Sum, helping him off the ground and to his feet.
Mike: Y’alright there, Sum?
SG: Er, uh…Mike, welcome back! I was…thinking you were in your room…
Mike: Yeah, it shows…stalker.
SG: Huh?
Mike: I said nothing. So, wassup?
SG: Well, um…basically, you came back, and announced that you would be taking part in the Common Ground, as one of the two mystery competitors. But the question is…why?
Mike: Yeah, well…you should know me by now, Sum. I ain’t a guy who likes to keep things in mystery. I spoil, sure, but that’s about it. Plus, it’s to remind people that I have a PURPOSE to be back in EWT…correcting a mistake I made…
Sg: And that was?
Mike: Seriously, Sum? I did something stupid. I didn’t take the opportunity of KEEPING the World title when I could have, and instead, I left a month later, thinking I was done with EWT.
He sighs, crossing his arms as he looked down at the carpeted floor.
Mike: But the truth is…and you know I’m a man of my honesty, Sum…I wasn’t done. I left at a bad time…a time where I thought EWT could move on without me. But I should’ve seen the signs. TJT facing Raftshack over and over again? No other tag teams coming to save the day, and save the division from the “saving” they promised to make? Bad. No faces joining together to disband Minipax? Bad. And while I’m on that…Bull Buchanan? Enough said there, Sum. If EWT had it’s own Gooker, that deserves it.
SG: So…you admit you screwed up?
Mike: Man of my word, Sum. That’s how I am.
SG: Well, the good news is that you’re in the match to reclaim your World title, and in order to make it to the final cage, you have to go through Chance Confidence. Any thoughts on that?
Mike: Ah, Chance…yanno, I never faced the man one on one, or ever, but I remember when I faced the guys who brought him into EWT, the PTA, and beat them. That’s a sign, for me at least, that Chance is due for a beating from yours truly.
Mike smiles smugly.
Mike: Chance, I gotta say you and I do have some stuff in common. We’re both former Tri-State champs, we’re both focused on our wrestling, we’re both pretty dang high on the card…we both made Merc our bitch…
Sum laughs.
Mike: The only difference, though, is that I’m a former EWT World Heavyweight champion…something you haven’t done. I’m also one of the few to hold the EWT Triple Crown. And should I win the World title at Common Ground, I’ll be the first man to hold the Triple Crown TWICE.
SG: Interesting. Now, what about your other possible enemies in this fight?
Mike: I looked at them. I’ve faced them, one way or another. Maelstrom I know is gonna be the toughest, since he’s a pretty big guy. Not to mention when I faced him At the Soundless Dawn, he was a handful to get down. Definitely someone to keep an eye on. Then of course, there’s One. Someone I thought was a big threat, but then I traveled the globe, met some guys even more ruthless than One was…and looking back on it, I find it hard to believe I ever saw Joe as a threat. So really…One’s no sweat off my back. Then there’s Indigo. Chris Indigo…former Toolshed holder. So there’s a chance that he might pull a pretty quick one against his opponent, whoever that’s gonna be.
SG: So you have no clue who’ll be facing Indigo either?
Mike: Sum, if I did, I would’ve said something by now. But yanno Toom E. Secretive with this stuff unless it’s noted otherwise.
SG: Ah, of course.
Mike: One last thing before I wrap this up, though…Chance…just pray to the stars that allow you to do that handstand that TJT doesn’t try to turn on you…Lotta folk trusted them before, but they turned their backs on them. Could happen to you, too.
Mike: And that…
Sum leans in closer, waiting to hear those words that Mike is best known for.
Mike:…is all I gotta say. Take care Sum.
Mike pats Sum on the shoulder, smiles, and walks off. Sum looks apparently upset.
SG: Aw…well, I’m Sum Guy, and that wasn’t worth the wait…
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Post by barbedwireharry on Feb 5, 2008 12:18:57 GMT -5
*Barbedwire Harry is seen walking backstage with Seth the intern on his trail*
BWK: Do you have my 12 o'clock?
Seth: Uh, yes. You're scheduled to have lunch with your mother.
BWK: Ok, my 1 o'clock?
Seth: You have to pick up your cat from the vet.
BWK: Sweet, sweet. Anything else on the agenda?
Seth: Movie World called and said the following movies were overdue: Asstastic Voyage, Rambone, Hot MILFS 7, and....All Dogs Go To Heaven.
BWK: *Turns around and grabs Seth* We have to get serious now. If we plan to fight the Administration, we have to make a plan.
Seth: What do you suggest Mr. Knox?
BWK: Well, tonight I am facing Mike Knox, and if we want to make an impact and announce our presence, tonights the night. Ok so this is what we're gonna do....(turn their backs to the camera)
FADE
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Post by The Line on Feb 6, 2008 1:25:57 GMT -5
“Kashmir” by Led Zeppelin begins to play over the PA system, as Andy Duke walks down to the ring.Ring Announcer: Making his way to the ring, from Chewelah, Washington weighing in at 215 pounds, The Captain of the Cidal Squad, “Insecticidal” Andy Duke! As Andy Duke walks around the ring, giving the fans high-fives, he spots a group of fans near the announce table wearing black ski-masks and trench coats. He gets into the ring, his eyes still fixed on them.
Generic Hawaiian music plays over the PA system, as The Magnificent Muraco and Captain Lou Albano make their way to the ring. Ring Announcer: And his opponent, being accompanied by his manager Captain Lou Albano, from Sunset Beach, Hawaii, weighing in at 270 lbs, “The Magnificent” Don Muraco! Captain Lou gets into the ring and snatches the mic from the ring announcer. Lou: Now, you seem to have a problem with a stalker or two. You probably wouldn’t be having that problem if you didn’t have the brain of a dehydrated B.B. I mean, if I put your brain in a bird, it would fly backwards! The exact opposite can be said about my man The Magnificent Muraco. I mean, look at him! Muraco removes his Hawaiian shirt to show off his physique. Duke leans out to the time keeper and asks for a microphone of his own.Lou: Nothing about this man is dehydrated- Duke: Lou, I could hear you give Don a verbal BJ all night, but if its ok with you, I’d like to get this match started sometime tonight. How about….NOW! Andy Duke leaps onto Don Muraco, catching him off-guard, and knocks him to the ground. The referee signals for the bell, and this match is officially on! Don Muraco is able to regain his composure, and roll out to the floor, where he gets his shoulders rubbed my Captain Lou.
Duke begins to play to the crowd, and it looks like he’s about to go for a plancha to the floor, but one of the fans in a black mask and trench coat hops over the guardrail and takes the ring announcer’s mircophone. Masked Fan: CAST OF HEROES! CAST OF HEROES! CAST OF HEROES! ONLY THE WILLING SHALL BE SAVED! ONLY THE WILLING SHALL BE SAVED! THE TIME OF JUDGEMENT DRAWS NEAR! CAST OF HEROES! CAST OF HEROES! Muraco clotheslines the fan, knocking him out, and security comes to heave him back over the guardrail into the other masked fans! The masked fans begin to climb over the guard rail. We may have a riot on our hands! Andy Duke stares from the ring at them, as security forces them back to their seats.The Magnificent Muraco climbs onto the apron, but Duke dropkicks him in the knee, which knocks him back down to the floor, but not before hitting his chin on the apron. Andy Duke once again attempts to go for a plancha, but just as he rebounds off the far rope, the lights suddenly go out. The ominous cello music begins to play. A deep voice blares over the PA system.Deep Voice: Febuary 17th. PPV. Common Ground. The SHROUDS removed. The MASKS will be taken off. The COATS will be shed. Our identities shall be revealed. We will make ourselves known. PHASE TWO of the Cast of Heroes will be upon us. Who will be saved, and who will be sacrificed? The lights come back on, and any happiness that Duke had is gone. Now the ring announcer has the microphone.Ring Announcer: Captain Lou Albano would like to let everyone know that during the black out, The Magnificent Muraco pinned Andy Duke and quickly ran outside the ring. Unfortunately the referee will not verify that, so the match will continue. Muraco makes it back to the ring, and the two lock up for the first time. Duke gives up a definite size advantage, and his mind has to be in places other than this match, especially with all the stuff that happened during this match.
Muraco is able to win the test of strength, and lifts Duke up over his head, and begins to military press him. One rep, two reps, three reps, four! He tosses Andy Duke up into the air, and he lands stomach first on the canvas. That took the breath right out of him.
Muraco picks Andy up off the canvas, and looks to prepare him for a power bomb. But Albano yells something at him, which causes him to change his mind. Oh no! He can’t be thinking this. Yes, he looks to be going for the Hawaiian Hammer! He’s about to hit it, but Andy lands a couple of well placed kicks to the head. He is able to land back on his feet and hit’s a sudden super kick! But he still hasn’t recovered from the military drop, and he also falls. With both men down on the canvas, the referee begins his 10-count.
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Both men begin to stir
4 5 6
Both men get to their feet in opposite corners. Muraco charges at Duke, but he avoids it, causing Muraco to go chest first into the corner. Duke lifts Muraco to the 2nd rope, and climbs the top rope. He’s going to have Muraco’s massive frame as momentum. He jumps, and is able to flip Muraco over! CIDAL BOMB! The referee begins to count
1 2 3Ring Announcer: Here is your winner, “Insecticidal” Andy Duke! Andy climbs to the second rope and begins to celebrate, but the Cast of Heroes’ Cello Music begins to play again, as the deep voice booms over the PA system again.Deep Voice: Andy Duke, you may have the match, but you forgot something. Or rather someone. You left them alone backstage, and who knows what can happen when someone is left alone…. The music abruptly ends as the Toomitron cuts to a video-feed of Andy Duke’s locker room. It’s a low-angle shot. Andy Duke’s lady friend Sam walks across the screen into the bathroom, and lets out a huge scream. it’s a scene reminiscent of last week. But this time, a struggle is heard, and someone in a black mask and trench coat runs out of the bathroom.
The feed cuts out and turns to static. Andy Duke, now wide-eyed, quickly runs out of the ring and backstage. We cut to a commercial.
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Post by The Line on Feb 6, 2008 1:26:52 GMT -5
We cut outside Andy Duke’s locker room. Andy Duke comes sprinting on screen. He opens the door to his locker room to find medics inside. He pushes them aside, as the camera follows him inside, into the bathroom, where he finds Sam in a pool of her own blood. LOVE KILLS is written on the wall with her blood. Andy Duke holds her in his arms, resting his head on hers. She’s not conscious.
Duke: Sam! Sam! Can you hear me? Sam? Please Sam? Who did this to you? Sam? SAM?
Sum Guy pushes his way into the bathroom. He looks ready for an interview, obviously oblivious that this is not a good time.
Sum: Hello? Andy? Any comments for your match against Jack Jupiter? Andy? (looks down at Sam) Oh s***! What the hell happened? Andy? Who did this? Andy?
Andy looks up at Sum Guy.
Duke: Get… the f***… out! EVERYONE! Unless you are me, her, or a trained medical professional. No cameras. No camera men. No interviewers. And definitely no men in trench coats and masks. Well, what are you all waiting for. GET OUT! (looks back down at Sam). Oh s***! Oh f***! Its going to be ok. Oh f***!
Everyone except Andy, Sam, and the medics leave. Sum Guy addresses the camera outside Andy’s locker room door.
Sum Guy: We’ll try and get a word with him once the heat dies down. He doesn’t look to be in a mood to talk right now.
The medics cart Sam out on a stretcher, who is followed by Andy Duke. Sum Guy follows Andy Duke, but the camera remains, and stays focused at a long shot down the hall. 3 figures in black masks and trench coats appear at the end of the hall. They stand stoically, as the camera fades to black.
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Post by Toom E. Guci on Feb 6, 2008 14:45:41 GMT -5
*Sum Guy is standing outside Toom E Dangerously's office.*
I'm Sum Guy & man, I get around like a cheap hooker lately. I am outside the offices of Mr. Dangerously, hoping to get an answer to the burning question...why does my crotch itch so much?
*Just then, the door opens & out walks Toom E Dangerously.*
Mr. Dangerously, sir, can you answer the burning question?
TED: Sure, what is it?
SG: Thank you, thank you, thank you!!! I been looking for somebody to answer this question. Why does my crotch itch & burn so much?
TED: Oh dear Lord. That's not the question I was expecting!! You are a sick, sick man. I have a pay per view coming up & you wanna know about...
*Just then, his phone rings in his office. Toom E heads back inside & answers the phone.*
Hello? What the hell do you want? You've got to be kidding me. There's no way in hell I will allow that. No, no way in hell!!! Go ahead & sue me, I don't give a s***!!! There is no way in hell I will allow you into the Survival Cage!!
Why not? Because you're not an EWT Superstar anymore. That's why!! You're not under contract anymore. What? You've got to be kidding me. No, dorf has no contractual obligations, nor say so. Look, you try it. You try it & see what happens. You show up & you will be arrested...ARRESTED I SAY!!!
*Toom E then notices the door still open & slams it shut.*
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Post by Hensley on Feb 7, 2008 1:25:34 GMT -5
"Fury of the Storm" plays, and Hardcore Hensley bursts through the curtains with a stern look on his face.
Howard Finkel: Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is scheduled for one fall with a thirty minute time limit, and shall be held under hardcore regulations! Introducing first, hailing from Richmond, Virginia, he weighed in this morning at two hundred and fifty-two pounds, Haaardcooore Hensley!
Hensley waltzes down the entrance ramp with far less spunk than usual. He slaps the occasional hand, but is obviously bothered by something. He slides into the ring, and doesn't even climb a turnbuckle. He simply heads to his corner, and starts stretching.
Fink: And his opponent, he hails from the Boiler Room, and weighed in this morning at approximately two hundred and eighty-seven pounds, Maaandkind!
A familiar tune strums up, and the fans begin clapping along as Mankind appears on the stage. He soaks in all the love that he can then reaches down under. He whips out Mr. Socko to a deafening reaction from the crowd, and jogs to the ring with a smile a mile wide. He slides inside the ring, and plays to the crowd a little bit more before slouching down in his respective corner. Following a quick check from the official, the bell sounds.
Hardcore Match (30-Minute Time Limit) Hardcore Hensley vs Mankind
Jim Ross: What a slobber knocker we have on our hands right here, folks.
Joey Styles: This is gonna be some kinda fight, JR.
Mankind remains lowered in his corner while Hensley stares him down. Hensley doesn't go after him, instead opting to await his opponent's first move. Slowly, Mankind rises from his seated position, and they both begin to circle one another. They finally lock up in the center of the ring, and Hensley gains the initial advantage. He pushes Mankind back into a corner then strikes him with a sharp knee to the gut. Hensley lifts him back up, and starts to level with big right hands. Mankind eats a couple before reversing it, and tossing Hensley into the corner. He gets a couple rights of his own before Hensley blocks. Hensley kicks him in the gut, and Mankind backs off, bent over. Quickly, Hensley pops up onto the middle rope, and flips over the opposition. Mankind falls backwards, and the referee drops for the fall.
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Not a chance.
Mankind kicks out of the surprise cover, and gets up hastily. He's met with a stiff European uppercut that places him on the ropes. Hensley Irish whips him across the canvas, and leap frogs him on the rebound. He drops down on his back, and looks for a monkey flip, but Mankind halts himself, and drops down himself. Out of nowhere, he starts biting on Hensley's forehead.
JR: Mrs. Foley's baby boy!
Styles: Good old, vintage Mankind right there.
Mankind stands up with a broad grin across his face, meanwhile Hensley crawls away in pain. Mankind rolls out of the ring, seeking some weapons. He grabs a ringside steel chair, but Hensley is already on him. Hensley comes flying across the top rope after Mankind, but eats the chair for his troubles. The sound of the steel smacking Hensley square in the face scores thousands of "ooohs" and "ahhhs" from the crowd. Hensley lands awkwardly as well, so Mankind decides to lay off for a tad bit. He talks it up with some ringside fans as Hensley struggles to his feet. Mankind greets him with yet another stiff chair shot, and Hensley wobbles backwards. Angry at his opponent still standing tall, Mankind attempts another whack, but Hensley stops him with a swift kick to the gut. Hensley spins around, kicking the chair directly into Mankind's face.
JR: Whoa!
Styles: Van Daminator!
The hardcore legend collapses to the floor, as Hensley uses the apron to keep himself on his feet. They both take a brief break as they limp towards each other. They trade hands momentarily, until Hensley overwhelms Mankind. He Irish whips him into the ring steps, and Mankind rolls around in agony, holding his shoulder tight. After a few huffs and puffs, Hensley picks up the steps, waiting for Mankind to turn around. When he does, the impact of the steel sends him flying over the barricade, into the crowd. Hensley tosses the weapon, and moves in on his opponent. He chases him through the crowd with stiff kicks. Mankind tries to mount an offense, but Hensley has none of it. A couple of chair shots later, and Mankind is laying on the floor, nearly unconscious. Hensley simply shakes his head at the retired individual, the fans boo Hensley for his actions, but the man doesn't care. He bursts into a storage room, and brings out a wooden table. As he's sitting it up though, Mankind comes from behind with a low blow that awakens the crowd. Hensley's eyes seem ready to bulge right out of their sockets, and he drops to his knees. Mankind smiles, and clotheslines Hensley onto the table. He looks around for some elevation. Slowly, he makes his way up to the next balcony. His fans slap him on the back, rooting him on. He takes up too much time though, and Hensley is able to combat him on top of the balcony. A few legit stiff shots from Mankind angers Hensley, and he pays for it with a handful of stiff kicks that probably came close to breaking a few ribs. While he remains on the floor, Hensley walks over to the guardrail separating them from the fall to the table. With all his might, Hensley yanks it out of it's place, and lets it drop to the ground. His strength surprises everybody.
JR: That's a man who's docked many hours in the weight room.
Styles: just inhumane strength demonstrated by Hensley there.
Hensley eyes his opposition carefully, preying on him as he makes it up to his feet. The moment he's facing him, Hensley hoists him up onto his shoulders. At this time the entire crowd is on their feet, merely hoping Hensley doesn't kill their idol. Hensley halts, looking around at the thousands of fans, he spreads his arms out, making a cross. A few fans chant Raven's name, but that dies off rather quickly. In the next moment, Hensley leaps off, spinning around in the process, before landing Mankind through the wood with a Samoan driver.
JR: Good God!
Styles: OH MY GOD!!!
The move arouses some fans, but the majority are now only caring for Mankind's health. With the damage blatantly done, Hensley picks Mankind back up, and throws him over his shoulder. He carries him back to the ring, dumping him over the barricade, watching his opponent's head smack off the concrete viciously. This gets many up out of their seats, and they start berating the rookie. Hensley ignores them though, rolling Mankind back inside of the ring. Instead of sliding in though, he climbs to the top rope. He gives the crowd a devilish little smirk that they have not seen for quite some time before bounding off with a picture-perfect frog splash. It scores, and Hensley covers.
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3!
Winner: Hardcore Hensley via pinfall @ 14:56
As "Fury of the Storm" sounds, Hensley pushes the referee out of his way, not wanting his arm raised. He heads up the ramp as EMTs rush out to check on the fallen legend. Garbage is pelted towards Hensley, one cup of soda actually connecting with the side of his face. This stops him, and he picks up the cup then yells at the nearby fans, demanding to know who did it. He gets no answer, so he just guns it back at a random one. This garners him a chorus of jeers, but Hensley is in no such mood. He stomps his way to the back, taking the curtains down along his way. Viewers are left in confusion, and we cut to a recap of WHOA's recent PPV (Champions and Challengers: The Musical), and a hype video for their upcoming one (Beginning A Legacy). Some last words can be heard from Ross as Styles is shown only nodding his head in bewilderment.
JR: What the hell's gotten into him?
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Post by Koda, Master Crunchyroller on Feb 7, 2008 16:16:44 GMT -5
The camera fades into a locker room. The Fanboy Otaku Gamers walk into the path of the camera.
Joe: "Ok, seriously, when the hell are we going to have another tag team match?! We've been placed in singles matches for several weeks now. We're going nowhere in the tag team division!"
Koda: "Eh, it's not as bad as you make it sound."
Joe: "Well of course not for you! You are being placed in the spotlight! You are in a match at Common Ground for the Tri-State title! I'm not even booked in the pre-show card!"
Koda: "We'll be back in tag team action soon enough Joe. Trust me."
Joe: "I'm trying to trust you man....it's just..."
Koda: "Just WHAT?!"
Joe: "You've tasted success here already, and all anyone remembers me for right now is being your tag team partner, nothing more, nothing less."
Koda: "Dude, you are the Horatio to my Hamlet, the Tails to my Sonic, the Luigi to my Mario, the Banquo to my Macbeth."
Joe: "Wow, hold it right there, Macbeth killed Banquo despite being his best friend."
Koda: "I'm not using that allusion as a literal interpretation of us being friends, just another example of good friends/partnerships."
Joe: "Oh, right on, right on. Can I be the Robin to your Batman?"
Koda: "Only if you wear the green spanky pants."
Joe: "You know me man! I ALWAYS carry around a pair of green spanky pants in my duffle bag just in case I'll need them."
Koda: "Oh yeah....that's right. Man you really came through for us at Comic-Con with those things man. Come on, let's blow this joint. How about some pocky and ramune? My treat."
Joe: "Hmm......alright, but only if we get to play a few rounds of DDR at the arcade."
Koda: "Sure thing buddy, sure thing."
The camera fades to commercial as Koda and Joe leave their locker room dressed in casual clothing and carrying their luggage.
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Post by helpus1012316 on Feb 7, 2008 22:54:06 GMT -5
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Post by Tea & Crumpets on Feb 8, 2008 15:58:43 GMT -5
*The EWT Tooomitron starts flickering with static. Scottish bagpipes can be heard playin in the background. The video flickers with several shots of 2 wrestlers, vastly different in looks, wrestling in another promotion. Footage is spliced in of both men holding up various title belts, separate or together, and crowd chants are piped in with the video of "H-LW....H-LW....H-L-W....H-L-W"
The video abruptly stops, and an alternating sequence of green and red fireworks go off on the stage, as the sound changes into Rhapsody's "Emerald Sword"*
Michael Cole: Oh My! I heard about these 2 men on the world wide web earlier today, it looks like the rumours were true!
JBL: Hoo boy Maggle, hang on tight cause it looks like we're about to witness the debut of 2 brand new superstars, and this place may well burst into flames!
*The current wavers, and out come wrestling's definition of an odd couple, Angus MacAngus and the Emerald Warrior*
Cole: The rumours were right! They're here! The Highland Diamonds!
*Both of them make their way to the ring, and enter. Both take a microphone from the ring announcer*
MacAngus: Och, weel weel weel, lookie ah this. EWT, the big stage. An' lookie whose mackin' their debut righ' here, righ' noo. Tha Highland Horror hi'self, an Th' Emerald Warrior. Fa those of yee who dennae know us, allow us ta intraduce ahselves.
Warrior: We may look a little mismatched, but looks can be decieving, and every bit as misleading as the glint in a catseye that makes fools of diamond miners. Our championship pedigree is illustrious and shining- 5 times HLW tag team champions, in barely a year as a team.
MacAngus: I see many o' ye in tha stands shakin' yah heads, sayin' "what's HLW"? HLW is our ol' stompin ground. A small time fed wih big-time talent, an' none bigger than us right here.
Warrior:So much so, that we outgrew HLW, and decided to look around. What do I see, but the big neon letters of 'EWT'. Glamour, fame, success. The best in the world. EWT claims to have the best wrestlers around, but that's all been a lie up until now. NOW you can say you have the best, because you have us.
MacAngus: We're here, ta introduce you to the HLW style, an ta' the HLW quality. HLW stands fah Hardcore, Limitless, Wrestling. So tha's what we're gonna be- sporrens off, balls out, no holdin' back. An we're gonna breathe some life inta this place, startin with wha is quite frankleh, a wretched tag division.
Warrior: Let's look at all your teams- you have Team Raft Shack- two guys who make luchadors look big. One of whom looks like a cross between Elton John and some zoophile, the other of whom is the merger of a library nerd and a Pokemon. Yet they got a Pay Per View title shot? What a joke.
MacAngus: Then tha's these guys called tha Guardinals. One of em wants ta be Chris Jeircho, tha other wants ta be a wee birdie. More animal stuff. Is there anyone in this company who doesnae have an animal fetish? They're gettin a belt shot as wheel.
Warrior: Not to mention the Wrestle Posse. Actually, better if we don't mention them, thank goodness they appear to have finally realised they will perpetually fail. Moving on...
MacAngus: Rated X, tha emo, tha chav, an tha guy ah've never heard of.
Warrior: Ah, and finally, the champions themselves, the benchmarks- TJT. *staggers back in mock amazement* Wow, aren't they something cool!! They've got 3 members, one's a woman. They've given themselves a cute nickname of their initials that's a palindrome, and they come out wearing coats and sunglasses like movie stars. They're like a bad film company. You could've at least done yourself up better, but no, you stick with the "I think I'm a play-boy" gear, right down to the C-list celeb style furry boots, and the imitation leather trenchcoats that they no doubt pinched from the nearest clothes rack they could find in some run-down, 2-bit theatre dressing room. You're poor men's glitteratti.
MacAngus: An' those are ya champions. Another pair o' nobodies. Keep them belts tight round yer waists, TJT, cause they'll soon be coming off, an the only thing ta remind ya of them will be the marks they've left on yer bellies, an' tha booze stains of the cheap an cheerful grog ya swindled for your victory celebration.
Warrior: We'll be making our ring debut soon, until then......keep your eyes on the stage, while we keep our eyes on the prize- the EWT Tag Team Titles.
*They drop the microphones and exit the ring, their theme starting up again*
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Post by TJT on Feb 8, 2008 16:21:15 GMT -5
*The three of TJT are watching the new debut unfold on television, in their private locker room suite.*
Thunder: Furry boots? Not unless I become a wrestling eskimo.
Jupiter: C-List celebrities?! They must have mistook the business documentary about "America's Up-and-Comers" for a movie!
Thunder: A----
Terina: So people have finally heard of you two and your winning of the tag belts...not to mention holding them. The teams are rolling in. Cut 'em up.
Thunder: ----WRESKIMO!!!! Oh yeah...Chance called us to talk about somethin'.
Jupiter: On what, dare I ask?
Thunder: Ah damn, how should I know? Do you see the all-seeing eye of Horus on my freakin' forehead man? Hah!
Jupiter: Did you get smarter?
Thunder: Well, I heard that line on the radio.
Terina: *stunned* ...you listen to the radio?
*FADE OUT*
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Post by Koda, Master Crunchyroller on Feb 8, 2008 17:06:54 GMT -5
The camera fades in, following Sigma into his locker room. Sigma stops dead in the door frame and looks into his room with a look of shock on his face. Inside his locker room is Koda Kazar leaning back in a chair playing his DS Lite. Koda looks up at Sigma.
Koda: "Oh, hey man! What's up?"
Sigma: "What's up?! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING IN MY LOCKER ROOM?!"
Koda: "Playing Pokemond: Diamond, duh."
Sigma: "Why?!"
Koda: "Why? WHY?! Who are you to doubt El Pokemon?"
Sigma: "Seriously....why on Earth are you in here?"
Koda: "If I can be serious for a moment..."
Sigma, cutting Koda off: "I doubt you can...."
Koda, continuing: "As I was saying, before I was so rudely interrupted. If I can be serious for a moment, the reason I came here was this. As we are scheduled to team together in a match, I wanted to get to know my partner a little better, break the ice if you will."
Sigma: "I didn't want to be teamed with you. If you want to be on my good side stay out of my way until the match. Hell, even during the match stay out of my way!"
Koda: "Aw, how can you be such a Grinch? I mean, I even purchased you your own DS Lite, custom made, and a copy of Pokemon: Pearl."
Koda pulls a Coral Pink DS Lite from his duffel bag and shows it to Sigma, and thus the camera. The camera zooms in on the cover which features a custom paint job of anime-style Koda and Sigma caricatures with the words "Koda and Sigma, Best Friends Forever!" also painted on. Koda hands the handheld to Sigma as well as Pokemon: Pearl.
Sigma: "Wow....I don't know what...to say."
Koda: "How about 'thank you'?"
Sigma: "Nah, I was thinking more along the lines of, get the f*** out of my locker room!"
The camera switches to the one in the hall as Koda is heaved out of Sigma's locker room. Koda's bag and other items come flying out shortly after. Sigma slams the door shut.
Koda: "But I wuv you!!!!!!"
Koda gathers his things and drags his feet and hangs his head as he heads for his locker room. The camera shifts back to the one inside Sigma's room. Sigma has the DS Koda gave him in his hands.
Sigma: "Oh man, this is such a hard choice. Piplup, Turtwig, or Chimchar? One's such a cuuuuuuute little penguin, another is a adorable little turtle, and the last one is a monkey...with a flaming tail! Flaming monkey poo! Flames.......oooooh, now I've made myself sad...."
The camera fades to commercial.
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Post by barbedwireharry on Feb 9, 2008 0:35:27 GMT -5
*Stock music rock plays through the arena as Mike Knox walks out to the ring with a stern look on his face. He is obviously prepared for his match tonight. "Sabotage" By The Beastie Boys plays through the PA as Barbedwire Harry Knox enters through the crowd, with Seth the Intern following close behind, looking very nervous. Harry climbs into the ring and grabs a mic*
BWK: Now I want you all to watch this match very closely, because we're about to let our presence known, AM I RIGHT SETH!?!?
*Seth just shakes his head and shrugs his shoulders*
BWK: Ring the bell, zebra!
*The bell rings, signaling the beginning of the match. Mike and Harry begin by circling eachother, and exchanging trash talk. They step forward and lock up with a sheer intensity. Mike back Harry into a corner and begins unleashing a load of elbows before being pulled apart by the ref. Harry runs at the unexpecting Mike Knox taking him down with a hard shoulder.*
*Harry takes advantage of the situation by climbing ontop of Mike and headbutting him three times and slamming his head down into the canvas. Harry stands up and lands a jumping elbow right across the shoulder of Mike. Harry picks up Mike goes for a suplex, but Mike reverses it into a suplex of his own. Mike picks up Harry and throws him out of the ring. The sound of Harry hitting the concrete floor makes the crowd grimace.
*Mike climbs out of the ring and is met with a straight punch to the stomach from Harry. He then takes Mike and whips him into the barrier. Harry grabs a beer from a fan, drinks it, then spits right in Mike's face. Harry whistles at Seth, signaling for him to to throw a chair a Harry. Seth looks startled but goes to the ringside, grabs a chair and tosses it to Harry.*
*Harry catches the chairs and saltues Seth for his job well done. Harry rears back and unleashes a vicious chair shot right to the back of Mike. Harry pumps the chair up and done as the crowd starts cheering. Harry finishes the job by throwing the chair into the face of Mike. Harry rolls Mike into the ring*
*He digs under the ring and tosses a garbage can full of kendo sticks, a crutch, and some other random apparatuses. He goes for the crutch but Mike is to quick, and nails Harry in the head with a shot from the kendo stick. Mike then begins bombarding Harry with shots across the back, the legs, and the chest. Mike tosses the kendo stick aside with disgust and begins to advance on Harry. He sits Harry in the corner and begins stomping away.*
*He grabs Harry by the legs and lands and alley oop. Mike turns his attention to Seth and smiles. He climbs out of the ring and walks up to the scrawny intern.
Mike: So you think you cam to the ring and throw chairs to people, huh? You think it's funny watching me getting attacked by that garbage wrestlers? Answer me!
Seth: Oh god! Please don't hurt me! I was only doing what he told me. I'm sorry! None of this was in the job descript-
*Mike swings a right hook, but Seth ducks it and begins running around the ring. Mike beigins chaing him, hoping to discipline him. Mike almost has Seth in his grasps when Harry suddenly jumps in front of him and nails him with a clothesline. Seth looks at Harry, but all Harry does is give him a psychotic smile and a wink. Harry goes under the ring and pulls at Norma Jean.*
*Harry smashes Norma Jean across Mike's back, leaving a dark red welp. Harry rolls Mike into the ring and slides in after him. Harry waits for Mike to stand up, and strikes him in the abdomen with the edge of the paddle. Harry throws Mike into the ropes and hits the Slam! Bam! Thank You Ma'am! He rolls Mike's legs back for the pin.
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3!
Harry wins. Seth climbs into the rins and helps Harry up. Harry begins shaking Seth and jumping in the air to celebrate his win. Harry climbs out to ringside and pulls a sign out from under the ring. The sign is written in all caps and scratchy lettering: F***K The Administration
Harry tosses the sign behind him and exits through the crowd as usual with Seth the Intern following close behind.
***Commercial***
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Post by Tea & Crumpets on Feb 9, 2008 15:15:44 GMT -5
*Cut to* Announcer: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is schedule for one fall, and it is a tag team match! *Rhapsody’s Emerald Sword starts playing over the PA, and sparkler fireworks start spraying up along the ramp continuously, as Angus MacAngus and Emerald Warrior, the Highland Diamonds, make their way onto the stage* Announcer: Introducing first, weighing in at a combined weight of 482 lbs, Angus MacAngus, The Emerald Warrior, They are, the Highland Diamonds! *Both Diamonds get to ringside, brushing off fans. Warrior makes to punch one, but pulls it short and just knocks the beer out of his hand. Still jawjacking with the crowd, he follows MacAngus up the steps into the ring* Announcer: And introducing 2nd, at a combined weight of 476 lbs, Robbie, Rory, the Highlanders! *The Highlanders make their way to the ring. Warrior nudges MacAngus in the ribs, who just grimaces and palms his face in shame, before removing his kilt to get ready for business.* DING DING DING! *MacAngus is starting out with Rory. He rushes Rory instantly and hits him with a big clothesline, then starts picking his spots, striking repeatedly with straight boxing punches to the body and face. Rory staggers back to a corner, and MacAngus keeps punching, then hits a big hip toss out of the corner* Cole: Well here we are John, we are witnessing the EWT in-ring debut of the Highland Diamonds. After their rather unflattering words to the rest of the tag team division earlier, let’s see if they can back them up. JBL: I’m excited for this Maggle, I can’t wait to see what these guys can do. *MacAngus continues hammering away on Rory, and hits a hard vertical suplex, which he rolls through into a soccer kick to Rory’s face! He covers 1…. 2…. Kick out! Angus picks Rory up and whips him into his team’s corner. He tags Emerald Warrior in while pinning Rory in the corner. Warrior enters and as MacAngus lifts Rory for a northern lights suplex, Warrior kneels, and MacAngus suplexes Rory onto Warrior’s knee. Warrior picks Rory up and whips him to the ropes. As Rory rebounds Warrior hits a high dropkick, then snaps off a DDT and covers 1…. 2…. Kick out!* Cole: The Highland Diamonds are showing good teamwork and ability so far John, I wonder if the Highlanders can turn this round. JBL: 2 highlands based tag teams, only 1 will survive. Personally, I’m pulling for the new boys. Cole: Well you would John; I just know that some cheating by the Diamonds is right around the corner, especially after their disrespect to the rest of the roster earlier. *Warrior toys with Rory briefly, before waiting him to get up, then rushes him from behind, hooking his head and vaulting over the ropes, driving Rory’s head with a bulldog into the turnbuckle! Rory staggers backwards, dazed, and Warrior signals to MacAngus. Angus distracts the referee as Warrior reaches in and pulls Rory down, then pulls him by his legs along the mat, crotching him against the post!* Cole: What did I tell you, I just knew they wouldn’t be fair! JBL: Michael, there is nothing wrong with using the ring environment to your advantage. You don’t seem to have a problem with it when one of your favourite rasslers is doing it. Cole: Well, that’s different. They just do what they need to win, these guys are just cheating! *Warrior rolls back in and locks in a front facelock, dragging Rory to his corner. MacAngus tags in and climbs the corner as Warrior lifts Rory for an Electric Chair. They go for the Doomsday device, but Rory ducks and jumps off Warrior’s shoulders. He headbutts Warrior in the gut, and rolls under Angus’ clothesline, making the tag to Robbie!* Cole: Oh my, business just picked up! *Robbie charges wildly for a double axe handle, but before he can connect, both MacAngus and Warrior set up and score with a double superkick, nearly taking Robbie’s jaw off! MacAngus picks Robbie up, then hits a big T-Bone suplex, and Warrior picks him up from it into a Chokeslam! Rory tries to recover in the Highlanders’ corner, but Angus teams up with Warrior and they whip Robbie into his own partner! MacAngus follows in with a hard sandwich clothesline, then grabs Robbie and drags him out by his head, running over to Emerald Warrior and throwing him to Warrior. MacAngus climbs up as Warrior lifts Robbie Dominator-style, and MacAngus jumps with the double stomp, Warrior using the impact to flip Robbie into the Codebreaker, there it is- the Scottish Emerald Driver! Angus covers as warrior holds off Rory 1…. 2…. 3! Announcer: Here are your winners, The Highland Diamonds! Cole: What a gyp, the Highlanders were screwed. MacAngus and Warrior distracted the referee and kept double teaming the Highlanders, clearly violating the rule that only 1 man can be in the ring at a time. JBL: Michael, they have until 5 seconds to exit the ring, and they never broke that. I think everybody but you knows that the Highland Diamonds just made one heck of an in-ring debut! *MacAngus and Warrior celebrate, as MacAngus grabs Robbie by the head and tosses him through the ropes out of the ring, Robbie landing on his face on the for! Rory soon follows, as MacAngus then rips the Highlanders’ kilts up before putting his own back on. Both of the Diamonds exit* *Fade out to commercials*
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Spyke the Pacers Fan
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Post by Spyke the Pacers Fan on Feb 10, 2008 4:06:52 GMT -5
(We cut to the arena where the crowd is awaiting the next match, when “Baby Baby” by Sunblock ft. Sandy ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=uLc18EhC6sw) hits the arena speakers. The crowd is confused until Lillian Garcia makes the announcement.) Lillian: “Ladies and gentlemen! Returning to EWT after a 9 month absence… RACHAEL LEIGH COOK!” (The crowd goes nuts as Rachael, looking as stunning as ever, does the Spyke leap from behind the curtain, and onto the stage. She high fives fans as she makes her way to the ring. She climbs into the ring and Lillian hands the mic to her. Rachael seems full of energy tonight.) RLC: “What’s up EWT fans?!” (pop) RLC: “It’s good to be back… RIGHT HERE! IN EWT! Yeah! (does the Mick Foley cheesy grin and thumbs up) (Foley pop) RLC: “Now, when I was last in EWT the Girls Next Door Division was just starting to re-fire. An influx of new talent came in and they set the women’s wrestling world on fire! When I was GND Champion, in all honesty, the division seemed like it was on its last legs, and it was. I was on my way out during this renaissance period and for 9 long months I watched these women have these amazing matches and fight and claw and scratch their way to the top and bring back the GND Title with the passion and desire that it truly takes to be respected in this business. I’ve thought long and hard about coming back for the past few months, but I just couldn’t keep away any longer. I’m back, not to be an on-screen character, not to be a manager, but to be an ass-kicker, and I plan on doing a lot of that, and it starts next week! (the crowd pops loud again as “Baby Baby” hits the arena speakers again. Rachael leaves the ring and high fives some fans on her way to the back. Fade to commercial.)
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TJT
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Post by TJT on Feb 10, 2008 13:57:55 GMT -5
*Fade into the EWT Arena*
Finkel: The following contest is scheduled for ONE fall…introducing first…
*”Who Ride Wit Us?” picks up over the speakers, as Awesome Kong steps out onto the stage.*
Finkel: Introducing first, from Japan, weighing in at 272 pounds…AWESOME KONG!
*The enormous-framed woman steadily makes her way to the ring, looking much more angry than your average woman wrestler…not to mention tougher, stronger and burlier. She climbs into the ring, her music fading out.*
Pike: I’m Roger Pike—
Lemmon: And I’m Tom Lemmon!
Pike: …and that woman is immense.
Lemmon: Nah, really?
Finkel: And her opponent…
*”Welcome to the Fold” begins to play, a mixed reaction greeting the Princess of TJT, her long hair flowing every which way, her normal top and pants of black and red replaced by platinum and pink this evening.*
Finkel: From San Diego, California, weighing in at 139 pounds…TERINA!
*Terina is so self-absorbed that she ignores the world around her, taking her sweet time to get to the ring, climbing up the steps, standing on the apron facing the stage, using her hands placed on the top rope combined with a leap to put herself in the air, grab the ropes and flip backwards into the ring. She takes her position, and suddenly, as her music finishes fading, the nature of Awesome Kong sinks in.*
DING DING DING!
*Terina looks upwards at her opponent. To say she’s intimidated would definitely be an understatement of rather severe proportions. Kong bugs her eyes out at Terina, baring her teeth as she signals for a lockup. The much smaller woman obliges, but after locking up immediately transitions behind her adversary and delivers a high-placed kick to the back of the head. Kong staggers forward, but doesn’t get enough distance to turn around before getting shelled in the back of the head again. Terina reaches up, locking in a sleeper hold as the much larger Kong thrashes back and forth. Kong manages to move enough for Terina’s grip to gradually slip, and sensing this, Kong jumps and falls backward in an attempt to smash the GND. Terina lets go and narrowly rolls out of the way, as Kong hops back to her feet, nursing her back and turning to face her much lighter adversary, who stays on her toes. Kong takes one step forward, Terina takes one step back. Kong takes three steps forward, Terina takes three steps back. The TNA Women’s Champion runs headlong at Terina, who drops to the mat. Kong stops dead in her tracks and drops an elbow right across the back of the GND Contender, before looking down at her mildly dazed adversary and kneeling down on her back, perpendicular-wise.*
Lemmon: Reasons not to f*** with Kong, Chapter 28: She’s Not to be Fooled.
*Kong hooks Terina’s head, and follows suit with her legs, before rolling backwards onto her back and stretching Terina in the ever-so-painful fashion that is all too familiar to anyone who has been unfortunate enough to be on the receiving end of a bow-and-arrow hold. Kong just continues to pull relentlessly, her opponent being bent about like a piece of taffy on a candy roller. The referee checks up on Terina to see if she’s willing to tap out or not.*
Pike: You wonder if this may already be it for Terina?
Lemmon: She’s supposed to be a top contender, already taken out? This is going to be COMPLETELY embarrassing for her…mmm…
Pike: O.o
Lemmon: …not that I’m into that sort of thing you know. Just…ahem…*clears throat*
*Terina groans, but after a few well-placed back elbows to Awesome Kong, is able to roll out of the hold and haul herself back to her feet.*
Pike: …okaaaaaay. Well, she’s free now it would seem.
*Before she can get more than a few breaths in however, Kong is back up to her feet as well, not to mention right behind her. Kong grabs her around the waist and throws her back HARD with a German Suplex. Dusting her hands off, Kong sternly drops down and hooks the leg for a pin.*
Lemmon: HERE WE GO AGAIN!
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KICKOUT!
Pike: And for that I’m actually glad she kicked out.
*Kong goes to pick Terina up, but the much more agile GND lifts her legs, wrapping them around the upper body of Kong and lifting herself high above the head of Awesome Kong, only to have a hand wrapped around her throat. However, Terina is smarter than to take such a crass risk, and to prove it, she lets go of her half-applied Boa Constrictor, and using her legs to push herself over Kong’s shoulders and deliver a rather brutal-looking Hangman’s Neckbreaker.*
WUMP!
Pike: Uh…ow?
Lemmon: The whole damn ring shook on that one. Behold Roger, the beauty of gravity, and inertia! And Terina too, might I add.
Pike: You hate her, now you like her?
Lemmon: Tough love.
Pike: Oh…’kay…
*Terina knows a neckbreaker isn’t going to defeat someone so much larger than her as Awesome Kong. Terina runs over to the ropes and runs up the first one, before jumping to the second, propelling herself to the top rope, and bouncing on the top rope, before bouncing off, readied to hit a springboard Moonsault. Unfortunately for her, Awesome Kong makes no bones about grabbing Terina mid-air; the princess of TJT made the mistake of believing Kong would be down long enough to hit the move correctly. Kong prepares to crushingly powerslam Terina, however Terina manages to wriggle free and hit a flip neckbreaker on Kong, dropping her to the mat once more. Terina decides not to go for the pin, opting to lock in a front facelock on the mat instead. Applied in such a way as that she will have to exert a lot of energy in order to break free of the hold, Awesome Kong only slowly tries to pull herself out of it. However, Terina keeps herself glued down to the mat, her body over that of Kong so that it will give her the extra leverage that she needs in order to extra damage while keeping the facelock tightly applied. With her free arms, Kong takes a few swings at Terina but can’t really get a clear shot, each hit grazing the submission artist but not doing any noticeable damage.*
Pike: That’s some nice work from Terina; whether you like her or not, you’ve got to admit she’s on top of this match—and her opponent—once again!
Lemmon: Yeah, sure. But we’ll see just how long this can last, now won’t we?
Pike: Uh…well I guess so.
*The referee looks like he’s going to stop the match if Awesome Kong can’t haul herself out of the facelock, but Kong takes another swipe at her much smaller foe that forces Terina to either dodge and release the hold or take a huge hit. And Terina chooses the former. Nonetheless, Terina scrambles to the legs for another hold; but unfortunately for her, Awesome Kong jumps to her feet, sending the much smaller woman falling right off her legs and onto her back. Terina attempts to get back up before Kong can mount a significant offense, but finds herself nearly knocked over with a back fist. The strike leaves her dazed for a moment as a snarling Kong places the brown-haired head between her legs. Kong lifts her up, but before she can drop her down, a desperate rake to the eyes causes her to loosen her grip. Kong staggers back a few feet, and with her own agility, Terina manages to grab Kong around the neck, head and shoulders and bury her head into the mat with a lucky shot on the way down! Kong seems stunned, and Terina makes no mistake in scaling the turnbuckle again.*
Lemmon: Yeah, this will work out reeeeeeal well again… *sigh*
*On her back, Kong is still not getting up. Terina’s at the top, and after taking aim, leaps right off the turnbuckle, shooting-star style, connecting laterally across the torso of Kong. The referee quickly goes down to take the pin…*
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DING DING DING!
Finkel: Here is your winner…TERINA!
*Kong eventually comes to and rolls out of the ring. ”Welcome to the Fold” plays once more, but is suddenly cut off as Terina signals for a mic.*
Terina: Alright…alright. *her eyes light up, and she smiles in a personal ecstasy* Now I KNOW you people love to hear the sound of my voice, and I could just talk to you aaaallllll day…but I’m going to keep it short…
*The crowd picks up in their mixture of boos and cheers yet again.*
Terina: You see, I talked to Toomi the other day. With my charm, not to mention the two of the EWT’s greatest men flanking me………and Jack Jupiter…it was secured that if I won this match, I would officially be #1 Contender for the EWT Girl Next Door Championship. That’s been my personal ambition beyond leading my two men to victory, whenever someone’s fool enough to challenge us.
Pike: So wait…she’s #1 Contender now?!
Terina: So. *pause* So. Synthy Eris. Friend of mine; a woman who’s impressed me on a regular basis since she joined this company. She’s found her calling, and good for her. But it’s MY turn now. I’ve waited. I was on the right track in the tournament, that is until I was cheated out of getting to the finals, and getting to the title, by that unstable Madison the Clown Girl…wherever SHE is. *she smirks* I defeated the current Ox-Division champion before she won that title—good for her by the way—I smacked some sense of competition into that a little rock star girl, I easily dispatched a Z-list celebrity, and on numerous occasions I skirmished with and often defeated some bitchy chick who’s got a name that’s a combination of a vine and a thorn that grows on a plant. Not to mention that hulking THING I just pinned.
*The crowd’s responses to each woman have been radically different.*
Terina: But it’s finally paid off. All those matches, and all those wins, and how sweet it feels! I got my little choice of match too! Of course, hah, that’s fitting for me, but whatever! I like to call it…Industrial Mayhem. I’m quite sure you’ve never seen the match, Synthy, as it’s only been done, twice, and conquered by me, twice…and on a lower budget than we could do here. I’ll have it described when I get on the computer again, but I digress. But here’s one spoiler for the match Synthy: no disqualifications. So go ahead and bring a few…toys with you. We’ve never played the game of wrestling, a game of physicality and strategy with each other ever before. But when we play the game of Industrial Mayhem, a mix of those, with the stir of spontaneity, it’ll be much more than just your everyday match. I can assure you of that.
*The crowd’s puzzled by what exactly she means, but they remain attentive.*
Terina: So…there you go. My friendly challenge to you, Synthy. But be warned: you’ll be seeing more of what made me a FEARED star in the ring before coming to EWT, when we play the violent, malevolent game of Industrial Mayhem. Ta-ta!
*She drops the mic as “Welcome to the Fold” starts back from where it stopped, as she exits the ring, beaming and soaking in her own pride as she makes her way up the ramp to that ever familiar mix of boos and cheers.*
*At the stage, Terina turns to face the crowd, her arms bent behind her head as she laughs. Turning her hips, she makes for the curtain, disappearing behind it as the camera fades out.*
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Post by respectmeordye3 on Feb 10, 2008 18:20:35 GMT -5
Bullz-I's theme song begins to blast through the speakers and Bullz-I and his valet begin to descend the steel ramp and towards the ring....however before they can reach said ring, Hardcore Holly surprise attacks them both from behind and knocks them down.
Then Hardcore grabs Callie by her bald head and gives her a huge toss off the side of the ramp and straight through a table that is loaded with electronic gear! With Bullz-I's valet taken care of for the moment , Hardcore turns his attention to Bullz-I and begins to ruthlessly and violently stomp away at him. Hardcore Holly pulls Bullz-I to his feet and then whips him into one of the ring turnbuckles face first-a move which knocks Bullz-I for a loop. Hardcore pulls Bullz-I to his feet once again and tosses him into the ring and then enters the ring himself soon after....
DING! DING! the bell rings offically starting the match and Hardcore Holly continues his violent assault on Bullz-I with kicks, punches and headbutts.
Holly then Powerbombs Bullz-I not once,not twice, not three times but in fact four times. He's going for a fifth Powerbomb but at the last minute Bullz-I manages to reverse the move and execute a Jaw Jacker onto Holly.
Both men lay on the mat for what seems like hours but is in reality only a few minutes--finally Bullz-I is able to make it to his feet and follows up with his Swinging Neckbreaker From Hell, and then follows that up with his Rib Ripper.
Bullz-I then attempts to put Holly in a Leg Snapper Class 1,but Holly is able to squrm out of It and responds with a Low-Blow that the referee happens to miss. Holly begins to mount an attack once again as he gains control of the match back from Bullz-I he starts to pull Bullz-I to his feet but only ends up getting a second Jaw Jacker as a result.
Bullz-I follows up with a Skull Crusher, followed by a Bone-Saw, and then a Spinal Surgery.
Bullz-I goes for the pin....
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NO!
To Bullz-I's awe and amazement, Holly manages to somehow kick out!
Bullz-I has never lost a match during his time in EWT and he doesn't intend to lose one now!
Sliding out of the ring, Bullz-I yanks away some of the pads around the ring which cover the concrete floor, and then he slides back into the ring and climbs to the top turnbuckle taking Hardcore Holly along with him.......and then he gives Holly a Spinal Driver to the concrete floor below!
The crowd starts to chant "Holy Crap!" as both men lay beaten and seemingly knocked out....finally Bullz-I stumbles to his feet and after tossing Hardcore Holly into the ring he puts Holly in a Leg Snapper Class 2.....to everyone's absolute shock Hardcore is able to worm his way out of It and retaliates on Bullz-I by giving him a Belly To Belly Suplex to the outside of the ring!
Holly tries to cacth his breath and then bringing Bullz-I to the outside of the ring he goes for a pin.....
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No!
Now it is Hardcore Holly who is the one in shock. Pulling Bullz-I to his feet Hardcore Holly whips him towards the turnbuckle clear across the ring but Bullz-I reverses it and then Holly reverses it yet again and Bullz-I ends up crashing and burning right into the referee....
Hardcore Holly begins to attack Bullz-I with kicks, and stomps yet again......but a moment later his attention is diverted by a truck that is being driven down to the ring by none other than Callie Shaw!
In the truck's bed are several glass window panes all in a row.
The truck parks snuggly up against the side of the ring and Bullz-I uses Holly's momentary distraction to pull a pair of brass knuckles out of his tights and crack Hardcore Holly in the face.
With Holly out of it, Bullz I ties Hardcore in the ropes--lined up directly in front of the window panes on the back of the truck.....
Bullz-I then walks to the other side of the ring and signals to the crowd before charging at Holly and fully intending on spearing him through the glass windows....yet at the last moment Holly is able to free himself from the ropes and Bullz-I ends up going headfirst through the windows by himself!
Bullz-I has been busted open as a result and is bleeding from head to toe like crazy.
Callie enters the ring to attack Holly but it ends up to be a big mistake as Hardcore ends up giving her a Belly to Belly Suplex out of the ring and onto the roof of the truck. Holly is not through though and he yanks her down onto the truck's hood in a sitting position, then setting her face first up against the windshield,Holly then climbs the turnbuckle in front of the truck to the very top and Dropkicks her face right through the windshield!
Holly slithers slowly back into the ring as does a recovering Bullz-I and the two men begin to exchange blows.Suddenly, from out of nowhere Bullz-I gives Hardcore Holly the Invertibreaker and goes for the pin......
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3!
Somehow Bullz-I has won this extremely brutal match!
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Ragnal
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Post by Ragnal on Feb 12, 2008 12:53:31 GMT -5
We go backstage and find Mike Ragnal in his locker room whistling as he ties up his Chuck Taylors. Eventually, a boot appears in front of him, and he looks up to find none other than Maelstrom staring him down.
Mike:...Long time no see there, eh buddy?
Maelstrom looks down at Mike Ragnal and nods, he looks across at a poster on the wall for the upcoming PPV showcasing the main event, before turning back to Mike.
Maelstrom: ... Far too long Mike. You ready for tonight?
Mike: You're damn right I am. Time I showed One just who he was messing with a few months ago. And while we're at it, I'm taking Chance down a peg.
Maelstrom grins and nods at the mention of both Joe and Chance.
Maelstrom: Seems like only yesterday when I handed Chance his first taste of defeat, him and his daft band of school teachers. You know he tried to throw me chained up into a lake one time?
Mike: I'm pretty sure I was there for that one. Wasn't that why Chance threw a funeral in your "honor"? Good thing you got revenge on him.
Mike chuckles and hops to his feet, rocking his neck from side to side to crack it.
Maelstrom: Yeah I took that clown out then, just like we will tonight. As for Joe One, he may have his stable lackeys ... but we know how I deal with Stables, even nice ones.
Maelstrom opens his locker behind them and pulls out some tape for his fists. At the back of the locker is a old plan of the Leviathan Chamber, Mike notices this ...
Mike: Dude...you still have that thing?
He crosses his arms, shaking his head.
Mike: Yanno, honestly, I'm hoping you're not gonna bring that thing back. You almost DIED last time. And...
He chuckles.
Mike: I hate to say it, but yanno who had to clean up the mess you left from that? Me. I took out the trash that you LET win the Chamber, and I did it no sweat. Then I took you out a little later on. 'Strom, no offense, but you realize what that means, right?
Maelstrom: That you need help from Ratings to beat me?
Maelstrom smirks.
Maelstrom: Mike what it really means is nothing. You've been away, adrift. I've been here fighting and watching the oppostion day after day. But it doesn't matter anymore, the Common Ground is set and it's all up for grabs once again, I know your going to put every ounce of energy into the PPV match and you know I'm not going to stop until I have that Heavyweight title back around my waste.
Mike is about to reply but Maelstrom interrupts.
Maelstrom: and THAT'S the Shocking Truth!
Mike glares at Maelstrom, not too amused.
Mike: Well, that makes two of us, pal. But what I'm doing is looking to rectify my loss to Joe, and hopefully, HOPEFULLY I beat Chance and meet One in the final cage so I can do that. Hell, I've been in this fight before, I know it better than anyone else stepping in on the seventeenth. But we'll see what goes on when Common Ground hits. Because tonight, it's about intimidating our future opponents. So let's do this right...right?
Mike slowly offers Maelstrom his hand, to shake on it. Maelstrom pauses briefly and then shakes on it.
Maelstrom: Well you may want to intimidate them but I'm going out there to hurt both of them. However I've got your back out there you can count on that!
Sum Guy suddenly hops in front of both Mike Ragnal and Maelstrom holding a microphone. Both look at each other as if to say what is this idiot doing here?
Sum Guy: Hi everyone I'm Sum Guy and I haven't gone to Rehab!
Mike just looks at Sum like he's crazy. Then again, Mike's got no idea who Amy Winehouse is. To break the awkwardness, Mike claps his hands, and points to the door to the room.
Mike: Alright, LET'S GO.
And marches off.
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Post by paulpower on Feb 13, 2008 10:03:29 GMT -5
*After the last promo, the fans in the audience are loud. Really loud. Suddenly a horse comes out from behind the curtain of the stage. The big brown Clydesdale, harness and all, is towing a Port-A-Potty behind him with the chamber yoked to the animal. As it rolls down the ramp on four tiny wheels, the crowd suddenly becomes dead silent. The arena is dead silent. The horse reaches the bottom of the ramp, but suddenly the Port-A-Potty tips over. After falling on its side, the Port-A-Potty door opens upwards, a man around 30 years of age climbing out and staggering out, wearing a blue terrycloth robe and dark navy blue slippers, and holding a newspaper. His nose is scrunched and his teeth are clenched. The horse tugs at the Port-A-Potty and plods back up, the dark, afro-coifed man sliding into the ring. He calls for a microphone and a chair.*
*The announcer gives him a folding chair, which he sets up in the middle of the ring plus a microphone which he sets down next to the chair. He unfurls his newspaper and sits down, reading away for about ten seconds. Oddly, he looks down at the silent crowd, shocked at their existence, and puts the newspaper down, grabbing the mic and speaking with his teeth clenched for the whole time.*
Man: Aw hello. My name is Paul…CONSTANTINE!!!! People say my NAME…MY NAME…means something. Sounds like something. Aw who cares what they say. You see I have a problem!
*The crowd is totally apathetic.*
Paul: MY problem is big! It’s huge! MY MUSCLES ARE ALWAYS CONSTRAINED! I’M OVER-STRESSED TOO! MY idea is to wrestle! If I wrestle, I can get my brain a-flowin’! Plus it reduces muscular stress…WHICH…MY DOCTOR…says is a good idea.
*The crowd is still totally apathetic.*
Paul: NOW MY PROBLEM…can be fixed. I plan, with all my rage, to bring hardcore wrestling’s brand new age! I don’t like rhyming though…IT MAKES MY PROBLEM WORSE!!!!! Now when I get that title…that title there...you’ll see…you’ll all see…just what mother nature’s strange ways CAN DO!!
*The crowd is still silent, but he drops the mic, throws the chair out of the ring, and grabs his newspaper while exiting.
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Post by Tea & Crumpets on Feb 13, 2008 13:08:04 GMT -5
*Fade in to backstage* Sum Guy: Hello, I'm Sum Guy, and I’m here with- *cut off* Emerald Warrior: Who are you? Sum Guy: Er…. like I just said, I’m Sum Guy. Warrior: Exactly, you’re just an announcer, not one of the stars, so beat it! *Warrior slaps Sum Guy round the head. Sum Guy whimpers, drops his microphone and turns to leave. Warrior kicks him on the rear as he exits through the door* MacAngus: Noo are you takin’ notice EWT!? Noo are you takin’ notice TJT? Thee Highland Diamonds, we just destroyed ‘Rory’ an ‘Robbie’, those ginger bearded, kilted Scots fools! Warrior: Don’t mean to cut in on you Angus, but you’re ginger, kilted and Scottish too. *Angus turns to his team-mate* Angus: Look, ta paraphrase tha not-so-great Groundskeeper Willie, Scots an’ other Scots are natural enemies, ye ‘ken? Warrior: I have no idea what “ye ‘ken” means. Angus: Never ye mind! Anyway, where was ah? *turns back to camera* Och yes, we DESTROYED THA HIGHLANDERS! We proved tha’ we’re tha only real Highlands team in wrestlin’! Those 2 jockstrap stuffers ain’t a patch on me, tha real Highland Horror, tha Pride o’ Scotland, and me an tha Emerald Warrior, we just put on a showcase o’ what we can do! Warrior: Hahahaha, oh my yes. Line them up, we’ll knock them down! TJT, we’re a-coming for you! Raft Shack, ya pair of crazy coots, I see you got a Scammy award for the Best Gimmick. Only thing is, I know that isn’t a gimmick, boys. You’re just a pair of weird little oddballs. If you pair of circus sideshow starlets somehow win the belts, we’ll take them straight off you on our first meeting! Guardinals, if you pull off the win over TJT, keep those belts nice and shiny, cause I like my titles to glitter as much as my obscenely extravagant gemstones from which I take my namesake. You 2 would set the record for the shortest EWT Tag Title reign in the history of history, because if they end up round your waists, we’ll just snatch them straight off you, and beat you up so bad, you’ll end up thinking that you actually are the animals that you give yourselves cute little nicknames after. Angus: An’ then tha’s option 3- TJT, if ye keep tha belts after those 2 matches, third time sure as hell won’ be tha charm, cause we will be gettin' that third match against ye, whether ye wanna give us it or not. My partner mentioned tha Scammies earlier. You 2 got that best Tag Team award. Maybe that was so in 2007, but in 2008, it’ll be OUR year! OUR award! And your tag team belts will be OUR tag team belts! Warrior: Better get back to being left off of Hollywood guest lists, boys, cause that’s all you’ll have left to try and feel good about once we’re done with you! Don’t bother looking over your shoulder, cause we won’t bother sneaking up on you. We’ll just meet you head on, and take your titles, your self-respect, and that glammed up façade you call your dignity. Angus: And while tha's no more glory in tha limelight on tha horizon for ye 2, for us in EWT, the world is our oyster!! *Fade to black* Warrior*mutters*: I hate oysters. *Cut to commercial*
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Post by invaderdave on Feb 13, 2008 17:45:50 GMT -5
Todd Whatsisname stands backstage, giddily holding up his microphone.
Todd Whatsisname: Hello, Todd Whatsisname here, and I'm ready to ask the hard questions, and...
An offscreen hand sucker-punches Todd, who goes down like a ton of bricks. David Davies walks onscreen, bending down to pick up Todd's microphone, and addresses the thread viewing audience.
"Oh hi there, been a long time, hasn't it? Yes, EWT viewers, 'tis I, your beloved David Davies, making my return to the Extreme Wrestling Threaderation. You may be wondering where I've gone, why I returned, and what my goals are...Well, to the first question I say, none of your God damn business. As for why I came back, well...it just seems that I'm like a venerial disease to my home company...they just can't keep me away. And as for my goals...well...I have to be honest ladies and gentlemen. I don't have any. I'm here to deliver a merciless beatdown on whoever I get in the ring with, a savage ass whipping on those that cross me, and, in short, to kick the living s*** out of everybody who hereby exists in the EWT universe, and..."
An offscreen voice is heard, ridiculing Davies.
"Blah blah blah, yack yack yack yack yack yack..."
A smallish (two inches smaller than Davies), lithe looking, slender, Asian American man steps onscreen, mockingly applauding Dave.
"Congrats Dave, you've successfully said everything every other wrestler who's ever lived has said."
"Brian, I said wait until I introduce you..."
"Well nobody remembers the one month I was in EWT in 2004, Dave, nobody would really believe in the big ass intro you were about to give me anyway."
"Fine, screw it. Ladies and gents, let me reintroduce to you, my old partner, Brian Gold. And he and I have come to EWT to lay out a path of dominance. Line 'em up, Toom, and watch us knock 'em all down, cuz for now, Dave Davies and Brian Gold are here to stay!"
Dave throws down the microphone, and walks offscreen, Brian follows him, goofing off in front of the camera, before following his friend and partner.
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