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Post by The Line on Feb 13, 2008 21:25:42 GMT -5
*Andy Duke is seen backstage, when Sum Guy catches up to him
Sum Guy: Andy? Andy. Any comments about Cast of Heroes?
Andy: They almost cost me a match this past week, and it looks like they've costed me a relationship
Guy: What do you mean?
Duke: You see Guy, when Sam is not a wrestler. She's not used to the travel and whatnot. So our relationship, if you can call it that, was already under stress. The attack only made things worse. If you mind, I don't really want to talk more about it.
*Andy Duke begins to walk away, when Jack Jupiter shows up...
Jack: Don't wanna talk huh? Well you know what, that's exactly why I'm here. Ring psychology! I've been studying. Strategizing. Other things that start with an "S!"
Duke: Plan all you want, but its all talk. You can plan to your heart's content, but it doesn't change the fact that talk is cheap.
Jack: Cheap? You mean like you? What were you doing backstage? And what are you Duke of? The backwater town you're from? In case you didn't know, I am the REAL Jack Jupiter, and being from San Diego--the upper class, may the REAL Jack Jupiter add--I'm anything BUT cheap!
Duke: You can have all the champagne wishes and caviar dreams you want, one thing shall remain the same..
Jack: Yeah, one thing will: that the solitude of the power of the REEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAL Jack Jupiter...shall remain the--
Duke:-loser, as no matter how much you talk, it doesn't change that I'm coming out on top. Come hell or high-water. Apperances by any "heroes" or not.
Jack: Interrupting me? Awww c'mon, what'd I ever do to you? Whatever! I don't care! I have a hot date with...SOMEONE...in my swingin' bachelor pad. So if you'll exuse the definition of...uh...well...something that ends with "-ition," I'll be going now!
*Closing his eyes, Jack Jupiter stalks past "Insecticidal" Andy Duke, only to trip and fall, crash-landing amongst what sounds like glass and metal off-screen*
Jack: *from offscreen* I could...use a hero...
Duke: Now that thats out of the way. Andy Duke guarantees victory this Sunday against Jack Jupiter. And Cast of Heroes, if any of you want to show up, you're in for a treat. I'm up for making this sunday EWT's version of a St. Valentine Day's Massacre.
*fade to black
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Post by Virus aka Captain No-Nuts on Feb 13, 2008 23:42:27 GMT -5
(We fade to ringside at the EWT Arena, where Jim Ross and Jerry "the King" Lawler are sitting.)
JR: Ladies and gentlemen, EWT fans, we'd like to thank you once again for making EWT HeatVelocityImpact! the most watched wrestling program on public access television. That being said, before we return to the matches, we would like to give you an update on an injured superstar who's been out of action for quite some time.
King: That's right, JR. Back on September 12th, 2007, EWT superstar Virus took on John "the Lion" Valentine in a singles match at The Skies the Limit II. And... well, I still have trouble describing just what exactly happened...
JR: Virus attempted a Shooting Star Press from the top rope to the announce tables, and unfortunately lost his balance as he launched up into the air, resulting in him crashing into the announce table neck first. He damn near broke his neck in two. Here is the footage, but we warn you: due to the graphic nature of this footage, viewer discretion is advised.
Announcer: The following is an EWT REVERSE, brought to you by... uh... who are we sponsored by this week?
Virus proceeds to lift off the cover and remove the monitors from the desk. Amnestria rushes into the ring to check on the bloody Valentine but Virus enters and pushes her away. Virus drags the bloody Valentine outside of the ring, leaving a crude trail of blood. Virus finally puts Valentine onto the table and deeply sighs before returning to the ring.
JR: Oh no…Oh my god…
Virus returns to the ring and begins to climb up the turnbuckle. The crowd has erupted by now and not a man, woman or child is sitting or not making noise.
JR: Oh god…what’s this…somebody stop him!!
In a moment so surreal, Virus leaps into the air in Shooting Star Press fashion. The world seems to stop and for this moment, Virus fly’s. Indeed, the sky is the limit for Virus, until…
JR: OH MY GOD!!
Ventura: I…oh my…
JR: Oh no…something’s gone terribly wrong here…
Virus fell short of his target. His neck crashed onto the corner of the table, whipping his neck back, possibly breaking it. His neck is cut from the table and it begins bleeding profusely. The crowd gasps in horror and the whole arena becomes deathly silent. Valentine, in a daze looks over and down at Virus and his eyes grow wide. His blade cut has coagulated and is no longer bleeding and he leaps up. Referee Lee throws up the “X” and Valentine, Referee Lee, Amnestria and EWT EMT’s rush to Virus’s side.
JR: Somber. Ladies and gentlemen, something horribly wrong has happened. Virus has just hit his neck on our announce table and it may be broken…
EMT’s rush to Virus and first begin to asses the situation. We see one EMT order Valentine and Amnestria away. They step away in shock and stand next to the barricade. Amnestria begins to cry as the EMT’s scramble to figure out what to do. Thankfully, Virus landed with his neck straight and it was, more-or-less, simple to put a neck brace around Virus’s injured neck. A stretcher is rolled to them as they begin strapping Virus to a backboard. We hear one EMT count to three and they all, carefully, lift Virus onto the stretcher. They lift the stretcher up and begin to wheel Virus out of the ring area, up the ramp and out of the arena. Valentine and Amnestria follow with concern, Amnestria still in tears. The crowd gives a clap of encouragement as Virus finally reaches the curtain and he’s wheeled out.
JR: Well, finally, Virus is almost ready to return to the EWT, and we have our intrepid interviewer Sum Guy at Virus's hospital to get his first words since that horrific accident. Take it away, Sum!
(We cut to the hospital, and something is horribly, horribly wrong. The cameraman is running, and as he runs, we see that Sum Guy lies slumped against a wall, busted open and obviously unconscious. Angry shouts can be heard from behind the camera, punctuated by loud THUMPS and other noises.)
Cameraman: What the hell has gotten into him?!
(We see bright daylight filtering in from the ER exit, and the cameraman increases speed to try and make it out, but to no avail. We hear a loud THWACK, and the view goes down to the ground, tumbling forward for a moment before coming to rest pointing to a bloody smear on the wall, presumably from Sum Guy dragging himself. We hear heavy breathing, cut occasionally by a soft, mirthless laugh, and finally the cameraman turns the camera back towards the door, where we catch a glimpse of a red trenchcoat before the view suddenly cuts to black.)
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Post by teamireland on Feb 14, 2008 16:04:18 GMT -5
¢ £ A ¥ *The intro to 'No One Knows' plays as the Killionare goes down the ramp.* Toni "TG" Garcya: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, representing the EWT Stable Champions Minipax, from Cash Mountain, weighing in at 262 pounds, Richard Clay! Nick Russ: Good evening EWT fans, I'm Nick Russ. With me as always is Jerome "The Lord" East. An interesting tag-team encounter we have here tonight, Jerome. Jerome "The Lord" East: No s***, Sherlock! On the one side we have Team Ireland's Shane Malone & MiniPax's Richard Clay. These two guys were duking it out over those Stable Titles that are in the possession of MiniPax just a few months ago. Nick Russ: The other team is comprised of Koda Kazar & Sigma "G.Q." Williams. Both of whom will be competing against Clay & Malone at Common Ground where titles will be on the line.
*"Born to the Fight" by Waylander begins playing. Shane Malone, the Toolshed Title slung over his shoulder, makes his way out, as Coach O'Hare follows closely behind.* "TG": And his Tag-Team partner, representing Team Ireland, being accompanied by Coach O'Hare, he is the EWT Toolshed Champion, weighing in at 297lbs, from Galway, Ireland, "The Celtic Giant"... SHAAAAANE... MAAAA~LOOOOONNNNE!!!
East: Malone has been unstoppable in his reign as Toolshed Champion. He's faced Sigma on three occassions & beaten him. Not to mention the repeated beat-downs dealt to Sigma by Team Ireland. Russ: This match may prove to be a different situation. Do you think that a Team Ireland member can peacefully co-exist with a MiniPax member? Especially with that hot-head Pat O'Hare out here? *Personal Jesus by Depeche Mode plays as the crowd is mixed. Some are cheering because they hate Shane Malone that much or they are booing because of the way he treated Koda Kazar, his tag partner tonight, in the promo beforehand.* "TG": Introducing their opponents. First, from Tacoma Washington. he weighs in at 258 pounds. He is SIGGGGGGMMMMMMMAAAAAAAA! *Sigma walks out, but has his new Coral Pink DS in tow. It isn't on or anything, he's just holding it and looking at it very perplexed. He sets it down and takes off his cape. He then glances at Malone and O'Hare like he wants to kill them on the spot.*
Russ: And the man that has come closer to beating Shane Malone than perhaps any other. The man that will clash with "The Celtic Giant" once again at Common Ground in a Last Man Standing match. East: But if Sigma loses THAT match, Nick, he's out. He will get NO more shots at the Toolshed Title as long as Shane Malone is champion! *"White & Nerdy" plays over the speakers & the fans have a reason to cheer.*
"T.G.": And his Tag-Team partner, representing the Fanboy Otaku Gamers, from Oklahoma City, Oklahoma, weighing in at 205lbs... KO~DAAAA... KA~ZAAAAAARRRRRRRR!!!
*Sigma, is evidently still not entirely impressed with his partner this evening. Koda notices that Sigma has brought his new DS with him & a broad smile crosses Kazar's face, which is more than can be said for Sigma.*
DING-DING! *Clay & Koda begin in the ring as their partners retire to their corners. Sigma continues to mouth off at Malone, who, as always, remains silent. O'Hare has a few words for Sigma, very few of which are repeatable for a family audience.*
Russ: And we start the match with two of the men who will be competing for Mahavir Abha's Tri-State Title at Common Ground. A match that also includes Marcus Trunk, Curly Long, Darren Matthews, Voltigeur, Crash Johansson & Shane Malone's stable-mate, Aidan Donnelly. East: That list of competitors won't take it easy on Mahavir, Nick. I can easily imagin Richard Clay bringing another title to MiniPax this Sunday night!
*Clay & Sigma lock-up in a Collar & Elbow tie-up. The Killionaire gets a slight advantage & manages to wrangle Koda's arm into a Hammerlock. Koda reverses the move & places Clay in a Hammerlock of his own. Koda then slaps a Side Headlock on Clay. Clay shoots Koda off to the ropes. Koda rebounds & hits Clay with a Clothesline. Koda brings Clay to his feet. Clay fights back & sends Koda off to the ropes again & catches him with a Back Body Drop. Clay drops a Corkscrew Elbow on Koda for good measure then goes for a cover...* 1... 2... KICKOUT! *Clay picks Koda up again & sends him to the ropes again. Koda rebounds & Clay catches him with a Tilt-A-Whirl Backbreaker. Clay holds Koda in the Backbreaker position over his knee & stretches him out, taking the occasional opportunity to dig an elbow into his ribs. Clay continues to stretch Koda while keeping him over his knee. The pain is etched on Koda's face.*
Russ: Clay taking the opportunity to make Koda suffer. East: It'll mean one less competitor for him to worry about come Sunday.
*Sigma enters the ring behind the ref's & Clay's back. He grabs Clay in a Dragon Sleeper, then drops him with a Reverse DDT. Sigma saunters back to his corner as the ref scolds him. Clay, a bit dazed sits up & makes his way to his own corner. Similarly, Koda rolls over & crawls to tag in Sigma. Clay tags in Shane, then seconds later, Koda makes the tag to Sigma. Sigma & Malone rush towards the centre of the ring staring eachother down. The crowd are going nuts.*
Russ: The crowd are eager to see these two men go at it again. I'll bet they want to get a few shots in on eachother before Sunday.
*Then, with a smirk, Sigma tags Koda back in. Koda, still nursing his ribs, gives Sigma a "WTF, mang?" look. Sigma merely takes his place on the apron.* Russ: Sigma up to his old tricks again. He's toying with Malone here. East: Sigma's a smart man, Nick. If he can keep himself fresh for Common Ground while Malone has to endure a tag match, all the better for him right? *Koda, reluctantly, gets in the ring with Malone, keeping one hand around his ribs. Malone, immediately aims to tackle Koda with a Spear. Koda is quick enough to dodge the move. Malone swings for Koda again. And once more Koda dodges it.* Russ: Koda's playing it smart here. If he can manage to keep a step ahead of Malone he'll avoid getting more damage done to his ribs. East: "The Celtic Giant" isn't going to give up that easily, Nick. He doesn't tire out too quickly. If he gets his hands on Koda & hits a few Backbreakers or a Gal-A-Way Slam, Koda could be finished. *Koda runs back to his own corner. He stops a moment as he notices that Sigma is busying himself with his new Nintendo DS. Koda calls out for Sigma to make a tag. Sigma doesn't look up. Koda reaches out to make some contact with Sigma that might qualify as a tag. Sigma merely steps off the apron, seemingly focussed entirely on the DS. Koda mouths some profanities, but not for long as Shane grabs Koda & gives him a Side Slam.*
Russ: Sigma is ignoring Koda's pleas for help to play with that damn videogame! East: In his defense, Pokemon is highly addictive.
*Koda clutches at his ribs again. Shane yanks Koda back to a standing position again & gives him a Backbreaker. It is quite evident that Koda is in a considerable amount of pain. Shane whips Koda back to the corner & splashes him in the corner before making a tag to Clay. Shane holds Koda's arms behind his back in a Full Nelson & Clay takes a few shots at Koda's mid-section finishing with a big leaping Uppercut just as Shane gives Koda a Full Nelson Slam.* East: Shane & Clay are showing excellent teamwork in this match despite the fact they've never teamed before. Russ: Which is more than can be said for Koda & Sigma. Sigma doesn't seem interested in getting in this match at all. East: He's just showing appreciation for the gift Koda has given him. Russ: Yeah, I'm sure that thought just keeps Koda cheered up to no end. *Clay hits Koda with an LSE Trip & immediately goes for a cover...* 1... 2... KICKOUT! *Clay drags Koda to his feet once again & is preparing to set him up for a Piccadilly Cutter. Koda manages to manoeuvre out of it & he hits Clay with a Pele Kick!* Don West:[in the audience] PAY-LAY! PAY-LAY! HE HIT IT OUT OF NOWHERE! YOU'VE GOTTA BE KIDDING MEEEEE! *Koda is crawling back to his own corner where Sigma stands, still apparently enthralled with his Coral Pink DS. Just as Koda reaches the corner, Sigma takes a step back off the apron again. Koda has an exasperated look on his face. He's had enough of his tag-team partner toying with him. Koda rolls to the outside . Sigma is standing with his back towards the ring, seemingly playing with the DS. Koda grabs Sigma by the scruff of the neck & drags him back to the ring, basically forcing him to tag in. Sigma rolls his eyes & tags in, setting the DS down in the corner again.* Russ: It seems as though Sigma has finally decided to grace us with his presence in this match tonight. East: It's an honour & a privilege to see Sigma wrestle. We're lucky he decided to even show up for the match at all. *Sigma stands over Richard Clay who, all this time, has been crawling slowly towards his own corner. Sigma grabs a hold of Clay's leg just as he's inches from tagging in Shane & drags the Killionaire back to the centre of the ring. Sigma grabs Clay's other leg & Slingshots him towards the ropes. Clay's neck catches the top rope & he rebounds back to the middle of the ring, clutching his throat. Wasting no time, Sigma grabs Clay in a Dragon Sleeper. Realising this could spell the end for his team, Malone enters the ring & runs the ropes, nailing Sigma with a Lariat! Malone drags Clay back to their corner & tags himself in.*
East: Shane takes the initiative in order to get his hands on Sigma. Russ: He might not be so keen at Common Ground.
*He stands behind Sigma, waiting to hit him with the Dragon Slayer. As soon as Sigma is back on his feet, Shane locks in the Full Nelson... but Sigma, just out of view of the referee, hits the Toolshed Champion with a Mule Kick. Shane doubles over in pain as Sigma hits him with an Evenflow DDT. Before Sigma can go for the pin, Richard Clay leaps from the top rope & hits him with a flying clothesline. This prompts Koda Kazar to enter the fray. He also jumps from the top rope & hits a Moonsault on Shane. A big mistake, as it winds up hurting Koda's ribs again.*
Russ: This thing has just broken down now, with all four men in the ring!
*Sigma shouts an order to Koda, just seconds before Clay takes Sigma over with a German Suplex... & another... Koda puts a stop to a third German Suplex attempt by Clay by clubbing him in the back. Koda takes the opportunity to hit Clay with a Triple Kill.* Russ: Ha. A Triple Kill for the Killionaire! East: You're dead weight, Nick! *Sigma tosses Clay outside the ring as Koda is about to retreat back to his & Sigma's corner. Sigma just catches up with Koda before he completely exits the ring & makes a tag to one half of the F.O.G. Koda gets back in the ring as Sigma stands at the corner. O'Hare is berating a groggy Clay on the outside. Koda stands poised, waiting for Shane to get to his feet so he can go for a Triple Kill on "The Celtic Giant". O'Hare & Clay are getting into eachother's faces on the outside. Shane is back on his feet, Koda runs right towards him. The ref is distracted by all the tomfoolery of Clay & O'Hare outside.*
Russ: I knew a Minipax/Team Ireland team-up would end in tears.
*Shane sees Koda & reacts by clocking him with a Big Boot to the face. Koda goes down as his face collides with Shane's right foot. Malone hefts Koda up for the Irish Car Bomb. He has Koda set up on his shoulders, but Sigma dashes into the ring with the Coral Pink DS & smashes it right in Malone's face! Thankfully for Sigma, it's the big regular one so it has some force to it. Sigma tells Koda to cover Shane. Sigma taps the ref on the shoulder & tells him to do his job...*
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DING-DING-DING!
*"White & Nerdy" begins to play again as the referee raises Sigma & Koda's arms in victory.*
"T.G.": Here are your winners... SIGMA "G.Q." WILLIAMS & KODA KAZAAAAARRRRRRRR!!!
Russ: Sigma is such an opportunist! He certainly knew when to take advantage of that situation. East: Can't really argue with results. This has to be a big boost for both Sigma & Koda. Let's see if they can repeat their success at Common Ground.
*O'Hare & Clay cease their scrapping when they hear the announcement. They stop in shock for a moment, then begin arguing again. Each claiming that it was the other's fault! This argument allows Sigma & Koda to exit easily & sneak off backstage.*
[Cut to a Common Ground promo]
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Post by Gigantor Maximus on Feb 14, 2008 16:48:53 GMT -5
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Bedlam LadyD
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Post by Bedlam LadyD on Feb 15, 2008 0:06:44 GMT -5
*The audience stares in anticipation at the ToomiTron, waiting for whatever’s happening next. The lights flare down, pitching the arena into darkness. As the audience continues to look, two spiral-shaped beams of violet appear on either side of the ramp’s opening. They spin faster, and begin to merge together until the color lightens, and merges together as a spotlight. A guitar riff, dark and haunting splits into the arena…A stream of purple fireworks, and then…*
And she's a killer She's a keeper
Am I blurry In your vision? Was I just A poor decision? (By now the audience is filled with mad cheers.) Cut me open With precision And we'll finger The incision Tell me, what have I done? Quid pro quo
To watch you lose..CONTROL!
As the guitar riff slides out, and the woman’s voice becomes mesmerizing, Synthy Eris steps out, looking more revitalized then she had been. Her eyes are bright, shining, and she points to the beautiful GND belt around her waist as she sashays to the ring. Her hair is in glorious -so-sharp-it’ll-decapitate-you mode, her sunglasses on slung back on her head, and her black leather vest gleams as the lights slowly begin to ascend back to normality.
She reaches the ropes, flips over them, and stands ring center as she strikes a pose that shows off her muscular arms. She laughs lightly to herself as she flashes a pair of devil horns, and takes off the belt. She holds it above her head before handing it to the referee as Jillian Hall stumbles out for their match.
Synthy crosses her arms, and raises an electric blue eyebrow as Jillian begins to sing.
“Well, I’M NoT parlYZED I ju-”
Before the lyric to the song can even get halfway through, Synthy’s blasted into her with a running soccer kick. Taking the woman into her arms, she flattens her back out with a rapid neck breaker. She stands flips onto her hands, and does a break-dance moonsault onto Jillian’s body! Apparently Synthy’s in a real good mood.
She turns to give a deadpan look to someone who just shouted for her to take the vest off- and gets dropkicked from behind by Hall! Synthy sprawls halfway between the ropes, and Jillian jumps on her back and begins stomping.
She pauses and lets loose an eardrum bursting note, before Synthy gets agitated and bucks her off. Flipping around, Synthy’s foot connects into the chest of Jillian, and she flies backward. Synthy turns her neck, pops it, and points to Jillian with a gleam in her eye. Jillian stands, charges, but Synthy ducks behind her and pulls her into a crucifix pin!
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“And still the Ewt Girl Next Door Champion, Synthy ERIS!”
Syn spreads her arms out, circles around, and slings HER title over her shoulder, before sending a signal for a mic.
Synthy: Hah. I’m back, bitches. I’ve got my title, I’ve got my mind back where it’s meant to be..well, whatever of it I’ve left. But that isn’t the point to my little monologue here. My point tonight? My title. Teri sent out her little challenge to me not too long ago, but hey. I feel I’ve an obligation to respond. She’s a comrade, after all… but as much as I think she’s not bad, she’s is not gonna get my title as easily as she seems to think. I’ve eaten barbed wire, been handled by zombies, been tossed around, suffered through a broken nose, broken ribs, a concussion.. And I love some lovely scars as well. See?”
Synthy holds out her arms, and the camera zooms in to show some scars crossing over some of her more faded ones. A pattern has emerged in one set. A scar pattern of.. A rose, if you look closely enough.
Synthy pops her neck again, and this time adds her wrists to the mix: Lovely, right? Anyway, back to the topic at hand, Terina is going to get a beating. She knows this, but after reviewing some of her matches against my lovely rose, BR. J. Sada, I think she can handle it. After all, it’s not like she’s some diva. She knows what she’s up against, and I’m perfectly psyched to face her myself. Well see how it goes, ja? Sweet nightmares.”
Synthy tosses the mic away from her, sends a cocky little grin at the audience, and places her sunglasses over her face before walking away. She slaps a few high fives as she does so, the first time in anyone’s recent memory of her. Seems Synthy’s a bit high on life.
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Post by SsnakeBite, the No1 Frenchman on Feb 15, 2008 8:16:44 GMT -5
*We come back from commercial and the camera shows a rather… unexpected image. Ivy is laying on her belly on a table, enjoying a massage by her boyfriend, the Darkness in the Light, Mysth. Her arms are folded under her chin and she has a pleased smile on her face. Also, she seems to be topless, but since she’ s on her belly, her chest can’ t be seen.* Ivy : *slightly biting her lower lip* Mmmmh hoooonnnn… it feels so goo… Marisol : I’ m Marisol and… eeeerrrr… maybe you want me to come back later ? Ivy : Nah. Now that you’ re already here, go ahead and tell us what you want, sweetie. Marisol : Well, I especially wanted to talk to you, Ivy. Beside the recent match against Jackie Moore, we haven’ t heard much from you, lately. What have you been up to ? Ivy : Well, after all these battles against Terina, I really was exhausted, I was on my nerves and I really needed to relax a bit and enjoy a bit of time without anyone pissing me off. But don’ t worry, I’ m definitely not going to let things slip and I’ m still ready to show my skills on a weekly basis. I jst want to enjoy some time where I could focus on… well, the wrestling and the training, NOT on feuding… Marisol : I guess I see what you mean buuuut… speaking of that, I suppose you are going to react to Mella Drom Attic’ s latest comment ? Ivy : Who ? Marisol : Mella Drom Attoc. Ivy : Who ? Mysth : Remember, hon ! The female member of Coming Attraction Production ! She came back lately and insulted several GNDs. She was especially aggressive against you. Ivy : Oh yeah ! Yes, I do remember that ! But it wasn’ t very interesting so I didn’ t pay much attention. But tell me sweetie, why should I “react” to her comments ? Marisol : Well, for example… hmmm… I don’ t know… the fact that she repeatedly called you a tramp ? Ivy : It’ s okay. I mean, I wasn’ t the only one she insulted and, frankly, I didn’ t feel that offended during that speech. Marisol : Ivy : Anything wrong ? Did I say something no suitable for younger audiences ? Marisol : … … … … Mysth ! What is your secret to do such relaxing Massages ?? Mysth : I don’ t know. I just do them the way I feel it. If she tells me it feels good, I continue. Ivy : Hey ! Why are you two talking about those sweet massages, all of a sudden ?? Marisol : Well… you seem unusually… calm. I mean, no offense but you’ re not exactly known for keeping your head cool when you’ re attacked, no matter it’ s physically or mentally. Ivy : Like I said, Terina really got on my nerves, and that’ s why I was so angry. Well, that and the fact that I really don’ t have a lot of patience against this kind of… person. But for Mella… well, she seems to be a bitch against anybody, anyway. Marisol : So… no payback against miss Drom Attic ? Ivy : Nay. You see, with Terina… as much of a self-centered idiot she is, I ‘ve got to admit she can wrestle and she can be worth the trouble of fighting her. Mella on the other hand… well, she can’ t accept that the spotlight isn’ t on her and she’ s just trying to gain some attention. That’ s pretty cute, actually. But really, I don’ t see why I should be upset by a mere attempt at getting some love. Marisol : I see. Any plan for the near future ? Ivy : Enjoy the rest of this massage by the handsome man over there then go to the training room to keep in shape for my next match. One has to work if they want to give people wrestlegasms, right ? Marisol : Right. Well, I’ ll let you do just that… Ivy & Mysth : Bye ! *Marisol and the cameraman leave the locker room, closing the room behind them, the last image of the inside that is caught by the camera being Mysth restarting to massage his girlfriend.* Marisol : I’ m Marisol and next time, I’ ll knock first ![/quote]
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Post by paulpower on Feb 15, 2008 21:07:22 GMT -5
*Backstage.........*
Sum Guy: Hi, I'm Sum Guy, and my favorite video game is Superman 64. Gotta problem? I'm here with...Paul Constantine...
*The camera pans over to Mr. Constantine, still wearing a robe and slippers like before.*
Sum: People have been wondering, why do you share your first name...with a man who was...similar?
PC: Well THAT'S...a...VERY SIMPLE...................question. Ahhhh. I had a problem. A problem, which I still HAVE...but WHO KNOWS WHY?! Well I know WHY! I was converted by a man, a man with a visionary view...a man who wanted me to revel in his great love too!
Sum: Ew...him?
PC: Well yes. I was his disciple...even though I never met him. I listened to what he said! But I....ERGH.............ARGH........nearly...paid with jailtime, maybe my life! And my body has made itself resistant to his love! I HELD THINGS....THINGS I CAN'T SAY! Secrets. All as my body's overr...REACTION...to his ideas. NOT GOOD.
Sum: ...
PC: I changed my first name to "Paul" to immortalize him. A HOMAGE!!!!...to that guy. But it didn't work the way I wanted! I'm now an unfortunate bad seed of his works...but if I wrestle...I CAN CHANGE THAT! I can loosen my muscles, release them, and begin my life over again!
Sum: Uh, good luck!
PC: Yeah thanks. But you know, as my first act of redemption, I REALLY should change my name back to its real form! No longer will you call me "Paul" Constantine. You may call me...GARY Constantine.
Sum: Does it make a difference? Was this first name a bid for attention?
Gary: MAYBE IT WAS! Well not really. But I can't let his bad name ruin my neutral name!
Sum: Can you hurry it up? I can't listen to everything you want to say.
Gary: Well I have one thing to say: PUT ME AGAINST A CHAMP! I don't care who he is, Mr. Bischoff! If you can't next match board, then the board after that! Or the ONE...AFTER THAT ONE! ARGH! That's what I ask. My road to redemption began on my debut, and as I redeem the good name of the bathroom, the good name of Flushing, and the human body itself...WATCH OUT EWT!
*He strikes a Kung-Fu pose.*
Gary: Cause Gary Constantine...will FLUSH YOU AWAY!
*Constantine turns and walks away, leaving a confused Sum Guy to shrug as we fade out.*
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Post by raftshack on Feb 15, 2008 22:07:11 GMT -5
As we cut to the ring, Clawfinger by Confrontation is heard in the background, as we see Mark and Mike Zephyr both bouncing around the ring, looking at each other quite confident, as they high five one another, as they look to the entrance area. On their usual attire, an almost microscopic group of letters can be seen in silver thread, "P.A.L." (Platinum Association Lackey)
Their music is cut off quickly, as Apache starts up, the crowd cheering, as Raft Shack starts literally hopping down to the ring, actually leapfrogging over one another as they do so, before they stop in front of the ring, both feeling a few effects from their beating by the Platinum Punisher last week, but ready to make up for it.
Announcer: The following tag team contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Foreign Alien Island, weighing in at 399 pounds, Zeleke and Faboon... Team Raft Shack!
Both of them slide into the ring, then do a Super Crazy styled flip to their feet, except Zeleke lands on his back instead, kipping back up and giggling at his plight it seems, as the Zephyrs just stare.
Announcer: And currently in the ring... from San Francisco, California, at a combined weight of 405 pounds, Mark and Mike, the Zephyr Brothers!
The Zephyrs receive a pop that's nearly eclipses one of the Conway variety, as they don't seem to care, still looking ready to prove themselves to their new apparent boss. The two teams look at each other, quickly deciding who shall start this one off, as their partners both exit the ring.
The bell sounds as Mike and Faboon remain in the ring, Mike starting to circle the ring, his white haired opponent simply standing and watching, a rather crazed look on his face, as the Zephyr charges in, right into a dropkick to the face! Faboon follows with a high leg drop, sending Mike rolling away, as Faboon charges after, delivering a sliding dropkick, nailing and sending him rolling along the mat, as he giggles, looking at the screen and mouthing some words.
Faboon: Tis your fatening you fowl behemons!!!
He yanks Faboon up, dragging him over and tagging in Zeleke, as the two quickly snap off an STO/Russian Leg Sweep combo, planting Mike hard. Zeleke quickly makes a cover, cackling to himself, as he licks at the Zephyr's face a bit. 1....2....
Zeleke pulls him up off the mat and shakes his head, not done with these lackeys, as he sends him off the ropes, catching him as he comes back with a hurracanrana, sending Mike sailing! He pops up, charging blindly, right into a drop toe hold, as Zeleke hops up, grabbing him and setting him, then using a curb stomp, driving the Zephyr's face hard into the canvas. He rolls around wildly, as Zeleke rubs his hands together, waiting for the fool to rise, then springboarding up off the top rope, coming back with a spinning wheel kick, leveling Mike and sending him back down! He rises back up, grinning and jumping around wildly, as Mike groans, sitting up, then getting put back down by a front dropkick to the facial features, flattening him once more. Zeleke then skips back over, tagging Faboon in... on the ass, who sneers and smacks the fool right across the face!
Mark watches on from the apron, as Faboon runs over, grabbing a rising Mike and hitting him with a quick jawbreaker. He follows up, grabbing and planting him with a sit out face buster, doing further damage, as Faboon yanks him up once more, hitting him with a quick series of kicks to the face, sending him stumbling back against the turnbuckle, as he runs up, doing a moonsault kick off Mike, then landing and tagging in Zeleke once more, as Mike gasps in pain, rubbing his face a bit. as the pink haired goon hops into the ring, as they pull him out to the center of the ring, setting him up, only for Mark to finally charge into the ring, the Raft Shackians both side stepping and chucking him over the top, sending him crashing to the outside! As they do so, Mike lunges forward, hitting Zeleke with a forearm to the back of the head! He stumbles forward a bit, as Mike grins, rubbing his face and pumping his fist at this rare offensive move, as he looks down, watching Zeleke hop back up, brushing himself off... then wagging a finger, a smirk on his face, as the Raft Shackians quickly bust out the Halt Grinder, laying him out, as Faboon then charges, delivering a baseball slide to the rising Mark, laying him out again, as Zeleke drags Mike to the middle of the ring, both Raft Shackians ascending opposite turnbuckles, as they both leap off, connecting with a simultaneous Lemon with a Twist of Mango and Crashing Helicopter Crunch, laying Mike out, as they both lay atop, grinning widely, as they do a double pin. 1....2.....3.
Like there was any doubt Raft Shack would win this one.
Announcer: Here are your winners... Team Raft Shack!
Raft Shack rises, both looking a bit worn, but not seeming to have expelled too much energy, when they turn around, just in time to see TJT charge at them both, starting to rain fists down on the surprised duo, both of them grinning wide, as Terina smirks on the outside, taunting the team. Raft Shack however begins fighting back, as they unleash some fists of their own, surprising TJT who start stumbling back, as the two crazed fools gain control, as they begin pounding harder and harder away, as they back them off into the ropes, then charges full speed, taking both themselves and TJT over the top with two full powered clotheslines! Both teams crash to the outside, as Terina looks down in horror, TJT slowly crawling away, as they are helped to their feet, the trio glaring angrily down at these lunatics, who slowly rise back up, both clutching at their backs a bit from an equally rough landing, as they start snickering amongst themselves, Zeleke on all fours as he bounces up and down, as Faboon looks back at their opponents at Common Ground, an insane, but confident look in his eyes.
Faboon: JTJ... THE TITLES SHALL BE WRAPPED UPON OUR BEINGS YOU LUNASICS!!!
Apache begins playing once again, as TJT look at each other, then back at the belts clutched in Terina's grip, wondering if these guys will actually be able to take the belts from them next time they meet, but quickly shaking the feeling off, replacing it with a pair of pissed of expressions, as we fade to commercial.
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Post by Ragnal on Feb 17, 2008 16:11:06 GMT -5
Lillian Garcia: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is a tag team match scheduled for one fall! Making his way to the ring first…he is EWT’s World Heavyweight Champion…JOE ONE!
“Testify” plays as Joe One walks out to the crowd’s boos, the EWT World title around his waist as he makes his way down the ramp. Once Joe climbs into the ring and hands his title to the ref “Sweetest Perfection” plays.
Lillian: And his partner…Chance CONFIDENCE!
And out walks Chance Confidence in his emerald green robe, wearing a huge cocky smile on his face as he takes in the crowd’s disapproval of him. He climbs into the ring and takes a look at One, who’s glaring at him as he takes his robe off. Suddenly, “Apocalypse Please” plays.
Lillian: And their opponent…MAELSTROM!
Maelstrom walks out, and the crowd cheers him as he slowly makes his way to the ring, motioning for the belt around his waist. As he climbs onto the ring apron and stares at Joe and Chance, who’s remembering the fights he had with the behemoth, the music switches to “H! VLTG3” and the crowd erupts.
Lillian: And his parter…Mike! RAGNAAAAL!
Not waiting any longer, Mike runs out and down the ramp, then slides into the ring. He climbs the nearest turnbuckle, and raises his arms out high to the cheers. He steps down, and pats Maelstrom on the shoulder, telling him he’ll start off. Joe climbs onto the apron, showing Chance as the first man for his team.
As the bell rings, Mike and Chance start off by circling the center of the ring. They throws fists at one another’s way, until Chance finally throws a kick at Mike’s stomach. Mike doubles over and Chance runs to the ropes, but as he bounces back, Mike lifts Chance over his head and hits a back body drop. Before Chance can stand on his feet, Mike dropkicks Chance in the chest and sends him into the ropes. Mike waits for Chance to bounce back, and lifts him up for a hiptoss. Mike gets cheered by the crowd, then walks over to his corner, and tags in Maelstrom. Chance shakes his head to get the rocks out, then sees the giant moving into the ring. Startled, Chance scurries on his back over to his corner, and then tags in Joe One. One looks down at Chance as he escapes off the apron and onto the floor, catching his breath. One climbs in and locks up with Maelstrom, the two trying to take control of the fight. Eventually, One kicks at Maelstrom’s stomach to break their hold, then tries to lift Maelstrom up for a Michinoku Driver II…but unfortunately, Maelstrom’s too big. Maelstrom smashes his forearm into the back of One’s head and forces him to let go, then hits the Michinoku Driver himself. Maelstrom covers to pin.
1!
2!
One kicks out. Maelstrom drags Joe over to the nearest corner, then picks him up like a ragdoll into a Full Nelson, then slams him into the turnbuckles. Taking a few steps back, Maelstrom charges at Joe, but One picks up his foot and connects it to Maelstrom’s chin. Maelstrom goes staggering back, and Joe charges with the Airstep Kiss, which hits and sends Maelstrom to the mat. One then goes to his corner, and climbs the turnbuckles as he looks for a Phoenix Splash…
And Chance tags in! Joe looks annoyed at Chance, but Confidence doesn’t mind him as he hops over the ropes and into the ring, kicking repeatedly at the downed behemoth’s ribs. He then lifts Maelstrom up into a seated position, then runs to the ropes, and PUNTS Maelstrom in the back! Chance pushes Maelstrom down for a pin.
1!
2!
Maelstrom kicks out! Chance grabs Maelstrom’s leg and twists it for a spinning toe hold. Maelstrom yelps in pain as Chance continues this maneuver, until finally, Maelstrom’s upper torso is pushed upwards, and he grabs Chance’s torso from behind, shocking Confidence enough that he lets go of the leg. Confidence struggles free, but Maelstrom has him pretty tightly, then he finally reaches his feet, and lifts Chance up into a German Suplex! Chance scurries to his feet and looks surprised by Maelstrom, who’s smirking with his arms crossed. Before Maelstrom can make another move, Chance hurries to his corner, and makes another tag to One. Joe sighs, then climbs in and charges at Maelstrom with a clothesline, but Maelstrom ducks under. As the giant bounces back off the ropes, One turns around, and gets his with a vicious boot to the face! Maelstrom takes the time to drag One over to his side of the ring, and tags in Mike. Mike climbs onto the top rope and leaps off with a leg drop to Joe’s chest! Mike goes to pin.
1!
2!
A kickout from Joe. Mike waits for One to get to his hands and knees, then charges to the ropes, but before he can bounce off, Chance grabs his foot and trips him to the ground! The crowd boos Chance, who just grins. One is finally back on his feet, and he drops his knee into Mike’s back. Joe whips Mike up to his feet and into the ropes, then as he runs back he hoists him onto his shoulders, and nails with the Special Edition. Joe goes to pin.
1!
2!
Mike gets his shoulder up! One kicks at Mike again, then picks him up to his feet and pushes him facefirst into the nearest corner. One then leaps onto Mike’s shoulders and hits the Poison Rana onto Ragnal. One goes for another pin.
1!
2!
Another shoulder up from Ragnal. Joe slams his fist into the mat, then forces Ragnal up to his feet again, and locks in the Cobra Clutch. Just as it seems like One is gearing it into a bulldog, Mike elbows One to loosen his grip, then grabs one arm with his hands and twists it into a hammerlock. Ragnal then grabs One’s other arm into a Half Nelson, and completes the Shock to the System! One looks over at his corner, as if to demand help from Chance…but Chance shrugs and walks off the apron, and leaves One to himself. Suddenly, just as it looks as if the Minpax leader is about to tap, Chris Indigo storms into the ring! Mike lets go of the Shock to the System, and the two trade blows. Next to enter is Richard Clay, who double teams with Indigo and whips Mike into the ropes, and strike him each with a clothesline. Maelstrom makes it into the ring next, taking down both guys with a double clothesline of his own. They both get up, only to be hit again! Indigo gets up to his feet first, but is met with a dropkick from Mike, and sent through the ropes and onto the ground, where Joe One pulls him to his feet and up the ramp, as they watch the fate of Clay, who’s head is already stuck between the legs of Maelstrom. Maelstrom picks Clay up for a powerbomb, but before he can complete his finisher…
Mike: WHOA WHOA WHOA! Hey!
Maelstrom keeps him held up, not sure what Mike’s looking for here.
Mike: Put him down…about halfway.
He smiles, then Maelstrom can be seen nodding as Clay is placed halfway down. Mike grabs Clay’s neck, and as Maelstrom forces Clay down with the powerbomb, Mike simultaneously hits a reverse Stunner! Both men then get to their feet, shake hands and eye the other members of Minipax as they make their way up the ramp.
*commercial for WHOA’s Beginning A Legacy, featuring WHOA Champion “Fire” Jordan Cross facing “The Icon” Axel Halaway in a California Deathmatch.*
As we return from commercial, we see Mike Ragnal leaning against a random wall, arms crossed as he eyes the camera.
Mike: Tonight, I made my in-ring return to EWT, the place that made Mike Ragnal Mike Ragnal. My home away from home. But tomorrow, I make my return to PPV, as one of six men who will be heading into the Survival Cage. But only five of us have a goal, that which is to take the World title off of Joe One.
And that’s not to say we don’t have our reasons, either. Chris Indigo, I’m sure, wants to keep the title inside Minipax. Maelstrom and myself, we just want the title back, me of course to undo what I did back at Old School. This mystery man…*he shrugs* who knows what he wants, right? And finally…there’s Chance Confidence. A guy who just wants to show who’s boss around EWT these days. I won’t say the guy’s a lousy wrestler, cuz he’s far from it. But since I’m the guy you gotta go through to get to the final cage, Chance, I’m gonna keep you from doing just that.
See Chance, my problem right now is that your little Platinum Alliance or whatever…they have big egos as it is. All of them. Even Jack Jupiter, the meekest of the bunch, and Terina, who claims she’s not afraid of a little blood, DESPITE being frightened by the sight of it when Juri licked it off. Or no, wait, maybe it was because she saw someone LICK it into their mouth! Psh! Yeah…likely story, and I ain’t buying it no matter what you say. But see Chance, you winning the belt, it’s just gonna raise that entire team’s ego to the moon, and we’re all gonna be f***ed. So what’s a guy to do? Destroy you.
And that won’t be a problem, either. Chance, I’ve been in cage matches before, so have you, but considering you’ve never been in the FUN House, I’d say you don’t know what suffering really is. Not to mention despite being eliminated by the champion at the time, I’ve been in this match before, so I know it better than anyone else going in. Nobody, NOBODY else has been in the Survival Cage, so they don’t know pain until they get in here. So everyone…good luck. You’re all gonna need it.
By the way…Joe One…considering who you’re facing…
He raises his hand to the side of his head, pointing his index finger at it, then raising his thumb to the air. It looks vaguely like he’s formed a gun.
Mike:…tonight’s your night…
And THAT…is the Shocking Truth!
With that, Mike smiles, and walks off.
FADE OUT
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Post by TJT on Feb 17, 2008 21:55:39 GMT -5
*The scene: a beautiful exercise room. The floors are white tiled, but the HUGE room is well lit, a spiral staircase in view. It’s likely a basement. A huge variety of ultra high-tech machines for exercise are in plain view, a wide array of rugs, tapestries and works of art decorating the huge room.*
*Performing lateral pull-downs is none other than TJT’s Terina, clad in a white tank-top, a pair of black straps visible underneath. On her lower half would be black jogging shorts, two thin magenta stripes running down the pant legs; black shoes are also worn. While all her jewelry is nowhere to be seen, her long brown hair is tied behind her head, bunched up hastily every which-way.*
Terina: Eighty-one…eighty-two…eighty-three…
*The metal clanks as Thunder and Jupiter, both dressed in their usual casual garb and decked in sunglasses, look on.*
Jupiter: Nice work, Kate!
Terina: …eighty-six…thanks…eighty-seven…
Thunder: Hey uh…I’m getting thirsty.
Jupiter: Are you thinking what I’m thinking?
Thunder: Raiding the wine cellar?
Jupiter: Damn skippy!
Thunder: Rock on, then. Terina?
Terina: …ninety-four…yes?...ninety-five…
Thunder: You don’t mind if we—
Terina: Nah it’s fine, go ahead…I’ll get Tyler to spot me I guess.
*Thunder & Jupiter high-five, each man laughing and pumping an arm.*
Jupiter: Yeah babe, we’ll see ya later. My weakness…it…calls!
Terina: Alright guys…bye!
*Like two boys, Jimmy and Jason rush up the steps. Not a minute later, while working out does Terina hear footsteps down, but not heavy ones.*
Terina: Tyler? Is that you? Wow, like I’m glad you’re here now.
*The supposed "Tyler" whistles at the sight of Terina working out.*
Terina: Ew Tyler, don't do that...you're my brother...this isn't West Viriginia, IS IT?
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...I didn't think so!
*Suddenly two familiar and feminine hands gently grasp Terina's shoulders, rubbing them gently.*
Terina: Wait...that's not Tyler. That's...that's...ahhhhh...*She immediately begins to close her eyes as she leans forward, still holding the bar. Eventually, leaning over too much, the bar slips from her opened hands and rockets upward, clanging on the machine. She rockets up, turning around as she almost falls over….before stumbling right into the arms of Jasmyne.*
Terina: Whoa! You must've remembered that card! I haven't seen you since...since...ah who cares! Hey, I'm busy working out. Could you, first, let me go--I need to get back to work--and then like, get me a drink and spot me? Jim and Jason are away getting smashed right now, and it's soooooooo quiet without them!
*Jasmyne lets Terina goes and smiles.*
Jasmyne: Iron pump!
Terina: Yeah! Except...your English is pretty off. You need a teacher! I'm sure that I could find someone to help you with that...but yeah! That's what I'm doing. There should be a bottle and a faucet in the washroom...*she points off screen*...and there, you will find it!
*Jasmyne holds up her hand and shows her body off to Terina--wearing a tight blue tanktop with equally tight (if not more) booty shorts. She is also carrying a bag with what appears to be clothes in one hand.*
Jasmyne: Already dressed. Nice, yes?
Terina: WELL that seems a little lightweight, but I like the color. And I guess it is fashionable...
*She puts her hand on her chin and scans the outfit*
Terina: Yeah...I think I like it.
*Jasmyne's smiles brightly and holds her finger out to Terina, as if saying "wait one moment".*
Jasmyne: Eyes close. Surprise.
*Terina closes both of her eyes, smiling as she waits. Jasmyne ruffles through her bag and pulls retrieves something, holding it up proudly before the waiting Terina.*
Terina: *opens her eyes* ...Wow.
*There before Terina is Jasmyne holding up a an outfit similar to the one she is wearing, except that the tanktop is white and the booty shorts are a midnight blue.*
Jasmyne: Like?
Terina: They look...small.
*Jasmyne nods with a seductive grin.*
Jasmyne: Like?
Terina: *Her mouth opens up, as if she has no idea what to say. She ponders, but then it seems to pass her mind as alright, if a little odd* That actually...isn't a bad idea! I bet it wouldn't get in the way! Yeah! Like, that's actually great! I'll...change into it now I guess. No need to go to the washroom then, I'll be right back.
*She grabs the gear, before turning and walking away. Jasmyne tilts her head to side as she oogles at departing Terina's backside, enticingly putting a finger in her mouth. While Terina is gone, Jasmyne notices a mirror behind her and turns around to face it. With her usual sensual smile, she flips her hair over her shoulder, adjusts her top to increase the amount of cleavage is showing and checks out her backside with an impressed grin. Shortly thereafter, with a bottle filled with water, Terina walks back out, realizing Jasmyne's much too busy looking at herself. Terina leans her face towards what remains of the mirror.*
Terina: Um...hey.
*Jasmyne turns around and grins at the sight of Terina wearing the outfit giving to her that clearly looks a size or two too small for the female member of TJT... just how Jasmyne wanted.*
Jasmyne: Nice. You like?
Terina: Well...*rubbing the material of the outfit*...it's unbelievably soft...but...it's...really constraining...
*Jasmyne giggles and strikes a pose.*
Jasmyne: Size, fit all!
Terina: Uh...okay...I guess. *She continues to look at her gear in disbelief* So are you ready to help me work out, now?
*Jasmyne nods while doing a fist pump.*
Jasmyne: Feel burn! Yes!
Terina: Sure. Now, I already finished with the lats. I still have the treadmill, punching bag, situps, pushups, and bench presses.
Jasmyne: Lead way!
*Jasmyne nods with enticing eyes beaming up and down Terina's body.*
*Terina hits the button to "5 MPH" and begins jogging. After only about 15 seconds, she motions to Jasmyne*
Terina: Double the speed!
*Jasmyne looks at the buttons on of the machine, completely confused. She randomly presses a couple of buttons, accidently setting the treadmail to maximum speed. The belt moves unbelievably fast, Terina losing pace.*
Terina: JAZ! TURN IT OFF!!! TURN IT OFF!!!
*Unfortunately for Terina, Jasmyne is a little preoccupied by checking herself out in a near by mirror again.*
Terina: WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! TURN IT OFF! GET BEHIND ME AND CATCH ME! JUST...DO SOMETHING!!!
*Jasmyne quickly becomes alert at Terina exclamation and pulls her off the treadmail. The two fall to the ground and rolls until Terina finds herself on her back with Jasmyne on top of her.*
Terina: ...awkward. *Her mouth opens, on the brink of laughing. She hauls herself up, dusting her shoulders. Bending over, she pats her exercise buddy on the back.* You're alright! Thanks. Although...I wonder what could possibly have happened to that machine
*Jasmyne shrugs playfully, followed by a mischievious giggle as she stands up.*
Jasmyne: What next?
Terina: Ummm...punching bag!
*The camera cuts to a Terina, her hands taped in white, punching a huge red bag suspended from the cieling.*
*Jasmyne sidesteps behind her and begins to rub Terina's shoulders*
Jasmyne: Float like bee, sting like fly, yes?
*Terina begins to settle down, until she breaks free of the grip and begins punching.*
Terina: I...don't think...so.
*As Terina continues to jab the bag, Jasmyne leans over her shoulder.*
Jasmyne: "Eye of tiger. Show no mercy."
Terina: ...right.
*She continues punching*
Jasmyne: "You woman. You strong! You beautiful!"
Terina: Exactly!
*Caught in the moment, Jasmyne winds up and smacks Terina hard on the ass*
Jasmyne: "GO GET, TIGER!!!"
*Terina shrieks as she stumbles forward, slamming into the bag and falling over, raising an arm, the rest of herself off-camera.*
Terina: ...a little help, here?
*The camera now cuts to Terina laying on her back, her knees bent.*
Terina: Hold my feet down, and count every time I sit up. Okay?
*Jasmyne nods while smiling in allure back at Terina.*
*Placing her hands behind her head, Terina reaches a sitting position, staring at her spotter and moving her left hand as if to say "Come on, come on..."*
Jasmyne tilts her head to the and looking in obliviousness.*
Jasmyne: Hmm?
Terina: Not a good counter are you? Fine, that's what that language class is for. One! *she leans back. Terina repeats this process, counting until she reaches fourty-three.* Hey, mind handing me my water?
Jasmyne nods and grabs the bottle of water close to the two. Just as she reaches forward to hand the bottle to Terina, she 'accidently' spills the water onto Terina's tight white tanktop, mainly the chest area.
Jasmyne: (cutsey) "Oops."
Terina: That's...more refreshing than I thought it would be...I'm still thirsty though.
...
...fourty-four...
*The camera cuts to Terina performing pushups, Jasmyne staring at herself in the mirror...again.*
Terina: ...thirty-three...Jaz...this is too easy...gimme some weight.
*Jasmyne looks over a Terina. She thinks about it until she snaps her fingers when an idea comes to mind. She proceeds to sit on Terina's back, crossing her legs she relaxes.*
Terina: *oblivious* ...thirty-four...thirty-five...thirty-six...thirty-seven...this is still too easy! That weight's just floating on me...no pressure at all.
*Jasmyne looks around and spots something that makes her get off Terina and trot off. She returns seconds later with a beautiful blonde woman in similar workout clothing to her & Terina. Jasmyne sits back down on Terina with the nameless blonde sitting on her lap.*
Terina: *still oblivious*...better! *continues doing pushups*
*The camera now cuts to Terina lying on a bench, holding a weight as Jasmyne is, shockingly enough, in the correct spotting position*
Terina: ...fourty-nine! *grunt* FIFTY! *grunt* Should I do ten more or not?
Jasmyne: 10 more! 10 more!
Terina: Okay, I'm going to need a lot of help here. Help stabilize my arms at the shoulders...they're feeling a little sore.
*Jasmyne places her hands on her shoulders and rubs them gently.*
Jasmyne: OHHHHH!
*Jasmyne rests her arms firmly on Terina's shoulder.*
Terina: ...sixty-one...sixty-two...sixty-three...sixty-four...aw damn! I have an itch just below my neck. Mind like, flicking it or something?
*Jasmyne giggles as she gently brushes her finger against the spot on Terina's next, almost a tickle if you will.*
Terina: *giggling* No no, scratch it...sixty-six...*continues giggling*
Jasmyne: Tickle, tickle.
Terina: Haha...no stop it...haha!
*Jasmyne then uses both hands to tickle Terina.*
Terina: "Tickle, tickle, tickle!!!"
*Terina's grip on the weight begins to slip*
Terina: HAHAHAHA!....STOP...HAHAHAHAHAHA!
Jasmyne: Tickle, tickle, tickle, tickle, tickle, tickle!!!
Terina: STOP…HAHAHAHAHAHAHA…STOP…HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
*Using her arms to protect her armpits, chest and shoulders, Terina slides the weight half-on the two bars. As the vibrations from her rolling around slide the weight, it rolls off! Both women see and dodge it, but the heavy weight falls right through the bench, splitting it in two as it hits the floor! Both refrain from what they were doing, and stare at the weight. They look back at one another, and look back at the weight. Once more, they look back at one another.*
Jasmyne: So... what next?
Terina: ...HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Jasmyne, you're one of the best. I just LOVE your sense of humor! So...unafraid! So willing to break the norms.
*Jasmyne giggles and playfully places her hand on Terina's right breast.*
Jasmyne: "Honk, honk!"
*Terina playfully pushes her arm away and shoves her off as she spins around a few feet away.*
Terina: That's all; we're done! I didn't get as much done as had hoped, but I'm somehow not tired. You should help Jim and Jason. They'd love your help, I'm sure. I'm going back to change.
*Jasmyne stands back up and nods at Terina offering to help her up. Terina obliges and lifts an arm, getting pulled off. Jasmyne directs Terina to the change room and gives her a firm slap on the booty as a send off.
Jasmyne: "Good game!"
*Instead of reacting adversely, she just turns around and grins.*
Terina: You know i--
*Suddenly she turns around, noticing a familiar pair of half-drunken men with their jaws hanging wide open. Both are frozen in a catatonic state, but both slowly turn their heads to the left as the camera pans over.*
Ron Simmons: ...
*He looks around.*
...
*He looks down, then looks around.*
....
*He looks up.*
Simmons: Hey, someone mind driving me back to rehab? I got lost on my way to the snack bar.
Jupiter: …yeah. Teri, we’ll call ya soon as we’re to the limo.
*Simmons and co. walk off, leaving the two females alone again; Jasmyne looking back at Terina with pleased eyes, motion her new friend to continue.*
Terina: ...You know it!
*She walks off camera*
*Cut to outside the change room, where Jasmyne waits paitantly--still wearing her workout clothing. Dressed in her street clothes, Terina eventually walks out.*
Terina: So Jimmy and Jason called and are going to go shopping with me when we drop the old man off...want to come? Oh...wait. In that? Nevermind.
*Jasmyne looks down at her clothing, perplexed with what she meant. She shrugs off her remark and grabs Terina by her hands, looking into her eyes.*
Jasmyne: Fun, today!
Terina: *She wriggles herself loose* I think...um...hang on...*she hits speed dial*....Hey Jim...hey Jason...yeah...love ya both...um...guess who wants to join us?
*A response, inaudible*
Terina: Yep, that's the one. Hasn't changed gear yet. I'm sure she eventually will.
*Another response*
Terina: Okay! Great! Byyyyyyyyyeeee....
*She hangs up*
Terina: Yeah, they seemed enthusiastic about this. Should I...call your boyfriend? I'm pretty sure he'd like to join us if you're coming and all...
Voice from behind: HA-HA! I would love to!!!
*Terina turns around.*
Mahavir: HEY! Hello T-Girl from JTT, you make good friends with Jasmyne? Like what you see, yes?
Terina: I...I guess.
Mahavir: Yes...Jasmyne, have you made good friends with T-Girl?
*Jasmyne smiles as she wraps her arm around Terina, resting her hand on TJT member's outer hip.*
Jasmyne: I have, baby.
Terina: One thing...don't call me T-Girl. But, let's go. Jim and Jason may have gotten drunk already!
Terina walks ahead, Jasmyne again, tilting her head to the side as she checks out Terina's goods as she walks away. Mahavir approaches her with a smile on his face.
Mahavir: Still like what you see, yes?
Jasmyne: Oh... yes.
*Fade out.*
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Oak: Certified Jade Hater
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Post by Oak: Certified Jade Hater on Feb 18, 2008 4:32:34 GMT -5
As we come bac from the TJT-Mahavir & Jasmyne promo, we see the Rockers, Marty Jannetty and Shawn Michaels, already in the ring getting a nice nostalgic pop from the fans.
Suddenly, "Beer" by Reel Big Fish begins to play over the PA System. As the guitars finally kick in, out step Rated X to a huge amount of cheers. The fans start to chant "Welcome Back!" at the duo as they just smile, overwhelmed by the response. Chad & Mike make it to ringslide and slide in, climbing the turnbuckles and posing for the fans.
Announcer Guy: And their opponents! From Miami, FL and San Diego, CA respectively, they are Chad Michaels and Mike Corral.... RATED X!!!
Chad and Mike jump off before sizing up their opponents. Chad and Shawn just smile at each other before high-fiving as Mike and Shawn start things off.
Joey Styles: And here we go!
Mike and Shawn lock up. Mike gets him in to a side head lock, but Shawn pushes Mike off of him and into the ropes. Mike bounces back and knocks Shawn down with a shoulder block. Mike, feeling a little cocky, starts to play to the crowd. Jannetty jumps in and attacks Mike from behind, prompting Chad to enter the ring to help Mike out.
Styles: This could get out off hand fast.
The ref manages to get Janetty and Chad out the ring. Mike and Shawn met in the middle of the ring for another lock up. Mike kicks Shawn in the stomach and twists his arm behind his back. He makes the tag to Chad.
Styles: Here we go. Family vs. family.
Chad gets in and irish whips Shawn into the ropes. Shawn comes back and ducks Chad's close line. He stops, turns and hits a dropkick to the back of Chad's head.
Styles: What a move!
Shawn gets to his feet and makes the tag to his partner. Jannetty makes his way over to Chad. He goes to pick him up but Chad catches him with a spine buster.
Styles: Where did that come from?
Jannetty is up and Chad with a scoop slam to the mat hard. Chad bounces off the ropes and hits a running knee to the head of Jannetty. Chad covers
1... 2...
Jannetty kicks out. Chad sets up for Goodbye 2 Walking, but Shawn gets Jannetty away before he can connect with the move. The Rockers slide out of the ring, trying to regroup. Mike is in. Mike and Chad pump themselves up before running towards the Rockers and hitting them with stereo dives over the top rope!!The crowd goes wild!!
Styles: OH MY GOD!!!
Mike throws in Jannetty and covers.
1... 2...
Shawn breaks it up!
Styles: Rated X almost had it that time.
Shawn tags in and kicks Mike in the face. Shawn with a hard DDT on Mike and goes up top. Shawn goes for a big elbow drop, but Mike rolls out of the way. Mike gets to his corner and tags in Chad! Chad heads to the top and hits the OniGiri onto Shawn! Cover by Chad!
1... 2...
Jannetty breaks it up! The Rockers set up Chad for a double team move, but Mike makes a blind tag. The Rockers whip Chad to the ropes. On his way back they go for a double clothesline, but Chad ducks underneath. The Rockers turn around to see Mike springboarding into the ring with a flying body press taking down both men!
Styles: Corral in rare form tonight, as both members of Rated X look to be on top of their game.
Mike picks up Jannetty and gets a low blow for his trouble. The Rockers are up and laying in a double beat down on Mike. The ref makes them stop and Shawn gets back on the apron long enough for Jannetty to tag him into the match. Shawn whips Mike to the turnbuckle and then charges connecting with a big clothesline. Mike hits the mat hard as Shawn covers.
1... 2...
Kickout by Mike! Shawn picks up Mike and whips him to the turnbuckle again. Shawn goes for another clothesline, but Mike moves out of the way! Mike leaps over to his corner and tags in Chad.
Styles: And here we go ladies and gentlemen!
Chad nails Jannetty with the Collision Course and sends him to the concrete below. Chad with a dropkick to the face of Shawn. Chad is on fire! Chad with hiptoss! Shawn gets back up and Chad catches him with a kick to the gut. Chad gets Shawn in a wheelbarrow position as Mike climbs the turnbuckles... Dead Presidents!! Chad goes for the cover as Mike launches himself at Jannetty..
1... 2... 3...!!
Announcer Guy: Here are your winners, RATED X!!
Mike slides into the ring as Chad gets to his feet, both celebrating the win as we fade to a commercial.
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Post by bollywood on Feb 18, 2008 10:27:41 GMT -5
EWT ARENA – LOCKER ROOM AREA
A sobbing TIFFANY is seen sitting on the bench, crying into a handful of tissues. The camera pans back to reveal LIAM O’NEILL sitting next to her, looking on with concern. It seems that Tiffany is still taking her performance in her match with Mella Drom Attic hard.
Tiffany: (between sobs) “A-And t-they started b-b-booing me and s-saying all kind of m-me-mean things… A-And I-I-I-I tried t-t-to apol-apologize to M-Mister Too-T-Toomi E. Dangerously a-and h-h-he t-told me that if Dorf didn’t sign me to t-that u-unbreakable c-constract, h-he w-would fire me on the spot! And t-then he s-started yelling at me to get out of his office and (her voice pitch now reaching high “squeaky” levels) HE THREW A SNOWGLOBE AT ME!”
She bawls uncontrollably into the tissues, blowing her nose between breaths. Liam—relatively new to the whole comfort thing—appears clueless on what to do, as he goes to place a hand on her shoulder but hesitantly pulls back at the last second.
Liam: “Wow… t-that’s rough…”
Tiffany’s wails grow louder to the point where Liam looks around embarrassingly to see if anyone has overheard her cries. Realizing that only he can talk to her, Liam swallows any fears he has and proceeds to try to cheer Tiffany up.
Liam: “But… but you tried your best, right?”
Tiffany’s sobbing comes to a sudden halt as she looks up at Liam, a final tear trickling down her right cheek.
Tiffany: (sniffling) “U-Uh-huh…”
Liam: “Well… that’s the important thing. As long as you gave it your all, you have nothing to feel bad about.”
Tiffany blows her nose with the tear and mucus stained tissues one last time.
Tiffany: “R-Really…?”
Liam: (nodding) “Yeah. If you gave your 100%, then you did just fine.”
Tiffany takes a moment to process what Liam has said before she flashes a relieved smile.
Tiffany: (exhaling) “Wow… that’s a load off my chest. I mean, I am still learning to wrestle.”
She reaches out and rests her hand onto Liam’s.
Tiffany: “Thanks Liam, I feel much better now… thanks to you.”
A shade of blush glows on Liam’s cheeks as he bashfully looks to the ground smiling.
Liam: “N-No, don’t mention it. I mean, you’ve helped me out before. A-And… to be honest… Tiffany… I… I really like you.”
Tiffany is momentarily taken aback, but smiles sweetly and grasps Liam’s hand.
Tiffany: “I really like you too, Liam.”
Liam looks back at Tiffany and the two share a momentary stare before looking away, both laughing nervously. Seconds later, they smile while gazing at each other, both having a look of pure passion in their eyes. They lean in towards each other, shutting their eyes as they close in. Just as their lips are about to touch in what will be the couple’s first kiss… the locker room door suddenly flies open.
Mahavir: (off screen) “HE--------------------------Y!!!”
The sudden outburst startles Liam who shoots up from his seat, while Tiffany continues to lean in, still expecting her lips to reach Liam’s. When she leans in too far, she loses her balance and falls backwards off the bench, her head slamming into the lockers behind her. Moments later, Mahavir Abha & Jasmyne enter the frame; the Tri-State title draped over Mahavir’s shoulder. Mahavir is his usual grinning self, as is Jasmyne as she wears a seductive smile while standing provocatively.
Mahavir: “Liam, my friend! Good to see you again! You looking well. You lose weight, yes? Not Mahavir, though. No, no. Mahavir has put on about 15 pounds… of GOLD! Ha-ha! Get it? Mahavir talking about his Tri-State title! Truth told, Maha still cut and lean, yes? Yes? Yes? Yes? Yes… daddy buff, I am.”
Liam: “Uhh… yeah. Y-You sure are, Mahavir.”
Mahavir: “Ha-ha! Liam, wait till I tell you story about Jasmyne & TTJ girl in women locker room and iron pumping together. Steamy and hot! You like stuff like that, yes?”
Liam: “I-I guess…”
Mahavir: “Of course you do! Who doesn’t like stuff like that! Jasmyne sure does, right Jasmyne?”
Jasmyne: “I do, baby.”
Mahavir: “Ha-ha! Bats for both teams, she does! I love her so.”
As the two friends converse and Jasmyne being her usual sultry self (winking towards the camera, running her hands up and down the curves of her body, etc), Tiffany stands up from her recent tumble, rubbing the back of her head.
Tiffany: “I think I can’t do math anymore…”
Mahavir looks over at Tiffany.
Mahavir: “HE----------Y! It’s Tiffany, Liam’s special friend!”
Tiffany: “Oh! Hi, Mahavir! Hiya, Jasmyne!”
She waves playfully at the two as Jasmyne response with by blowing her a kiss and finishing it with a seductive wink. Still oblivious over Jasmyne’s promiscuity, Tiffany giggles off Jasmyne’s greeting.
Tiffany: “Oh, you are so silly, hon.”
Mahavir: “Good, everyone’s here, everyone’s happy! Oh, Tiffany, Mahavir saw your match against Mella girl. Wow! What a bad match!”
Liam’s eyes widen as he tries to signal Mahavir to stop talking. Unfortunately, Mahavir does not notice.
Mahavir: “I mean, wow, Mahavir has seen some bad matches, but that was the worst! I mean, it was like watching Steve Guttenberg perform a abortion!”
Liam looks over at Tiffany to see tears forming from the blonde’s eyes and her bottom lip quivering.
Liam: “Uhh… Mahavir…”
Mahavir: “And the worst part of it was it actually looked like you trying your best out there. I mean, it is like you have no wrestling talent whatsoever, yes? Ah, but that’s why I like you. You make Mahavir laugh. Ha-ha!”
Mahavir’s joyous laughter is interrupted by the shrieking sobs of Tiffany who bursts into tears from the critique she just received. Liam sighs, feeling that his previous comforting words were all for nothing, while Mahavir & Jasmyne exchange looks of confusion.
Mahavir: (looking at Liam) “Something Maha said?”
Liam: “It’s… It’s nothing.”
The trio cringe as Tiffany’s sobs grow louder before Mahavir turns to Jasmyne.
Mahavir: “Ehh… Jasmyne, why don’t you take Tiffany away and give her one of your special massages.”
Jasmyne nods and approaches Tiffany, who starts bawling into her chest. Jasmyne wraps her arms around Tiffany with one hand rubbing her lower back. The hand begins to inch closer to Tiffany’s rear with all intention of grabbing a handful.
Mahavir: “Uh, Jasmyne…”
Jasmyne looks over at her boyfriend.
Mahavir: (shaking his head) “Not good time. Save for later.”
Jasmyne nods in agreement and smiles as she raises her hand back to it’s original position before she escorts the distraught Tiffany out of the room. After watching the two females depart, Mahavir turns to Liam.
Mahavir: “Don’t worry. Jasmyne’s good with her hands. Where those hands go though, well, that’s for Jasmyne to decide. Ha-ha! But hey, how about Mahavir & Liam, yes? Things going good for us! I win title! People cheering for you! Life’s good for us, yes? Yes. Good life, we have.”
Liam: “Y-Yeah… things are good.”
Mahavir: “Yes! It is how that one wrestler say it, ‘max to the awesome’, yes?”
Liam: “T-that sounds close.”
Liam pauses as looks down at the ground, obviously troubled by something, but clearly not obvious enough for Mahavir as he polishes his title belt with the sleeve of his designer shirt.
Liam: “So… I guess this is it for us.”
Mahavir stops paying attention to his title and looks over at Liam as the Irish athlete sits on the bench in a depressed state.
Mahavir: (confused) “This is it? Mahavir doesn’t understand what Liam means? What does Liam mean, Liam?”
Liam: “Well… you’re the Tri-State champion now…”
Mahavir: (smiling proudly while patting the plate of his belt) “HA-HA! You’ve noticed!”
Liam: “Y-Yeah… anyways, you got people coming after you now. You have to defend that title. You… you don’t time to worry about me…”
Mahavir: “Liam…”
Liam brings his knees up to his chest and starts rocking back and forward.
Liam: “A-And then there’s Coach… he’s still mad about this s-s-secret of mine. He won’t stop at nothing to find out what it is. If he f-f-f-finds out… I DON’T KNOW WHAT HE’LL DO!!!”
Mahavir: “Liam…”
Liam doesn’t respond; it looks like he has gone off into his own world as paranoia sets in. He begins to mutter to himself as
Liam: “Everyone will laugh, laugh they will… at me. They’ll laugh at me… just like before… And I’ll be alone! ALONE AGAIN! I-I-I…”
Mahavir: “Liam!”
Mahavir places a hand on Liam’s shoulder, causing the red-haired Irishman to cease his rocking and muttering. Liam slowly looks up to see the friendly grin of Mahavir.
Mahavir: “Whether I am a champion or not, Mahavir knows who his friends are: Jasmyne, girl who can’t wrestle, and of course, you, Liam.”
Liam: “Really…?”
Mahavir: “Besides, you making new friends. You teaming up EWT great Spaz!!! Ha-ha! He’s good wrestler, go at catch catch catch catch wrestling! Is that what they call it? Ah, Mahavir cares not anymore. Anyway, two of you taking on Guardinals—are guards? Are they cardinals? Big Maha not know. Should be great match. And, as for Mahavir—he defends Tri-State title tonight in Survive & Conquer match. Taking on eight men—reminds me one of Mahavir’s earliest films…but that not story I’m not proud of—not that anything wrong with it. Point is, friend Liam, that once Mahavir’s friend, always Mahavir’s friend.”
Liam processes Mahavir’s kind words and after a sigh of relief, he smiles.
Liam: “Thanks, Mahavir…”
Mahavir smiles while clamping his hand onto Liam’s shoulder.
Mahavir: “Anytime, Liam. Now, let us go watch Jasmyne oil up Tiffany for massage.”
Mahavir lowers his sunglasses and flashes Liam his trademark grin.
Mahavir: “You’ll like what you’ll see, yes?”
Liam nods while smiling back as the two walk out of frame.
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Ragnal
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Post by Ragnal on Feb 18, 2008 11:28:43 GMT -5
[glow=dark yellow,2,300]COMING SOON[/glow]
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Post by chanceconfidence on Feb 18, 2008 14:33:17 GMT -5
We cut to the back, as we see the view of Chance's Locker Room, in all it's lavish surroundings. TJT and the rest of his allies are nowhere to be seen, except Platinum Punisher, who is just leaning against a wall, arms folded, as he seems to be keeping an eye out for his employer. The camera shifts over to other side of the room, as we see Chance standing behind some kind of golden screen, as next to him, some sort of fashion consultant is standing by.
Fashion Consultant: Okay honey... I made you the best stuff that money could possibly buy. What do you think?
Chance stomps out from behind the screen, clad in a Gold MVPesque suit with silver trim, including a helmet with a giant silver dollar sign on the top of it. He also has an emerald green cape flowing from behind this suit. He also appears to wearing elbow pads, encrusted with what appear to do various gems, as he simply walks up to a mirror... then stops.
Chance: What the bloody hell? I look like a "blinged up" power ranger! You call yourself a competent clothing maker you hack?!
Fashion Consultant: But Chance darling... that look is all the rage!
Chance: Oh yeah, it's definitely giving me plenty of rage... enough to fire your effeminate arse!
Fashion Consultant: Oh... be nice!
Chance: Get him out here PUNISHER!
As if on cue, Platinum Punisher stomps over, scooping the stereotypical looking man, hoisting him high over his shoulder, stomping over and kicking the locker room door open, then tossing him outside to the hallway, as Chance rips off this horrid looking outfit, a disgusted look on his face.
Chance: Damn it... I've called in over one hundred of these fruitcakes and skanks and even some of the straight guys, but all of them have given me total crap! These drop outs couldn't design their way out of a burlap bag.
He stomps over, plopping down in his recliner, as he sighs, shaking his head.
Chance: Well that does it. I'm guess I'll try calling that guy ol TJT recommended. I mean, I must have my new attire ready by tonight... for tonight at Common Ground is the night when Chance Confidence shall be reborn and rise up above all these nobodies, into the stratosphere as their charred corpses all sizzle from the brilliance that my divine self radiates... PUNISHER! Get my a phone... and one of those cherry pop tarts!
The Punisher walks over to the corner of the room, grabbing a cordless phone, one that's quite gold and extravagant looking, as he carries it over and hands it to Chance, then heads off towards the kitchen.
Chance: Don't burn it this time you oaf or I'll shove it right between those lard filled cheeks of yours. *dials* Yes... hello, Sal Jarek... oh yeah, Hal Jaraek! Yeah, this is his secretary correct? I want you to tell him that I need a new dazzling attire ASAP. I don't care how you do it, get it to me by tonight and there's a huge bonus in it for ya!
Chance nods, then hangs up, tossing the phone aside again, as he walks over, grabbing a shirt off out his locker and quickly putting it on, followed by a pair of simple khaki pants, as he sighs, walking back over to his chair and flopping down underneath it, brushing back his ponytail styled hair.
Chance: Well then, now all we have to do is wait... BRING ME MY DAMN POP TART ALREADY YOU PEON!
We quickly fade out
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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 Feb 19, 2008 11:51:27 GMT -5
*We fade into Crash's locker room. He is fuming. After Ronnie causing him to get pinned by Curly Long, and subsequently costing him the Tri-State Title, he is obviously none too pleased.*
*knock on door*
Crash: "Go away! I don't want any company!"
Woman's voice: "Can I talk to you for a second?"
Crash: *demeanor changes immediately to happy* "Well, female company is always appreciated!"
*Crash opens the door, it's Rachael Leigh Cook.*
Crash: "Oh, it's you."
RLC: "Yeah, it's me. Shut up, ass. I'm here to talk business."
Crash: "Sexy business?!"
RLC: "No. Eww. How are you related to Spyke?"
Crash: "Hmph. The relation is questionable."
RLC: "Whatever. Look, I saw your match last night, and as much as I don't like you, I was impressed."
Crash: "Well of course you were, you were watching me wrestle."
RLC: "Ugh. Well look, Toomi thought it'd be a good idea if I managed you, you know, keep your ass under control? The only reason I didn't say 'no' is because while you may be a total loser outside of the ring, you're not a total loser inside of it. And who knows, maybe you'll get some kind of title shot out of it?"
Crash: "Why should I trust you? You're Spyke's ex-girlfriend. Scum attracts scum."
RLC: "OK, 1.) Did you just call me 'scum?' and 2.) Spyke and I never dated. It was a... professional relationship."
Crash: "So why should I take you on as my manager? Look what you did to Spyke! You drove him out of EWT! Now that I've arrived, nobody will ever see him again!
RLC: "I knew this was a bad idea. It's not like I have a proven track record of leading somebody to EWT gold or anything."
Crash: "Alright, alright, alright. Fine, I'll take you on as my manager. But why do you want to be my manager so badly?"
RLC: "Well, not only did I agree to do it because you're skilled in the ring, but Toomi said if I didn't do this, I wouldn't be able to compete in the GND Division. So if it means putting up with you for a while, so be it."
Crash: "Well. Even though I don't NEED anybody to get me any title shots around here, hell, just look at last night for example, *Crash lightly pinches RLC's chin between his finger and thumb* I can't bear to see a pretty little face thrown out on the street."
RLC: *swats his hand away* "OK, if this is gonna happen, THAT can't happen."
Crash: "Hmph. Hard to get, eh? What is it with you EWT girls?"
RLC: "We have standards, unlike the ring rats that spawned from the independents you and Spyke came from. No offense to Spyke."
Crash: "He's an all-together different kind of rat. Anyway, as your first act as my manager, I order you to get me a match with Ronnie Cordova. That drunk bastard and his a-hole friend Jimmy Kennedy cost me my chance at glory."
RLC: *gets in Crash's face and pokes a finger in his chest "OK, I don't take 'orders' from anyone, BUCKO! But since I can't stand to be in your presence anymore, I'll go take care of that."
*RLC turns and leaves the locker room.*
Crash: "I am so gonna have that. But not before I get some of you *pulls out a framed picture of Juri Sadamoto* my beautiful broken rose. *talking to picture frame* If there's one woman in EWT that can satisfy my every seemingly insatiable need, it's you. Oh Juri, you've stolen my heart. What's that? You totally want my bod? Of course you do. You were just too shy beforehand to say so. I know I give of an intimidating presence, but I can love you softly. Or rough... if you... ahem... are into that."
*another knock on the door*
Crash: *excitedly* "Juri?!"
*Crash opens the door and a spray of beer gets blasted into his face. Crash trips backwards and falls over a chair. Ronnie Cordova steps on camera.*
Ronnie: "Dude, so like, this chick comes up to me and says, 'Hey Ronmeister...'
RLC: *off-camera, from hallway* "I didn't call you that."
Ronnie: *continuing* "...Crash says he wants to fight you.' And I was all like 'No way! Really?!' and she was like 'totally' and I was all like 'dude' and Jimmy was all like *pretending to whisper in someones ear* 'dude' and I was like 'well, let's go see this guy.' That Milwaukee Mist was just a taste of my badassery. *turns to Jimmy* Dude, you like that? Badassery? I just came up with it, I totally just thought of it."
*Ronnie turns back around to talk to Crash but is met with the same chair Crash tripped over. Crash raises the chair to keep Jimmy back.*
Crash: *to Ronnie* "I could lay a vicious beatdown on you right now, but I want to embarrass you like you embarrassed me. I'll see you... in the ring."
*Crash throws the chair down, shoves Jimmy out of the way, and walks out into the hall where Rachael is standing.*
Crash: *sarcastic* "Well you're off to a smashing start as my manager."
*Crash walks away. Rachael looks back and forth between Crash and Ronnie, unsure of who to check on. Fade to commercial/ next segment.*
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Post by xombiehiphop on Feb 19, 2008 13:38:18 GMT -5
Chapter One: Surprise, you're dead
"..When I made my appearance at Common Ground..and I looked out into the sea of robotic, thalidomide faces..I could hear the whispers..the murmurs..
"..Isn't he supposed to be..dead?"
"..The reports of my demise have been greatly exaggerated.."
And the man in question who made his return, the man who violently tossed Zeleke of Team Raft Shack to his defeat, is focused upon. His face currently shrouded behind his long, ratty dreadlocks. Platinum colored, practically white, hanging downwards like so many tendrils..
Ghost Face: "..However, some bits of those rumors do drip with authenticity.."
Pulling his dreadlocks backwards to reveal his features, dark rings underneath of his eyes, natural and not supplied by any form of make up. His eyes hidden behind icey contact lenses. A Single trail of ominous red make up running down his right eye and down to his jaw, made to look like a trail of blood..
Ghost Face: "You see, for a brief period of time I WAS dead. ..Lifeless. And it was the most blissful of experiences.."
Smirk inching it's way across his face as the camera pans backwards slightly, revealing our subject to be sitting at the bottom of a staircase. Dressed in pair of black leather pants and a tattered, white suit coat.
Ghost Face: "..A speedball..and for those..uninitiated..it's a deadly concoction heroin and cocaine. ..It was intended to send me to the grave. Not that I had planned it, mind you. But I had no complaints. Death has a dignity all it's own. ..Wraith and Corpse, my former Draugr members? It killed them."
That smirk twisting into a deep scowl..
Ghost Face: "..For whatever reason..they were chosen worthy to die. I was not.
..Karma? ..I don't know where she is..and I don't care..
For a brief, fleeting moment I was embraced by death. "We Die Young" was our chant and seemed to be our legacy. Like Layne Staley or Kurt Cobain, we were to leave our essence behind so that those like us could praise us like the gods we were to become.."
His hateful expression only grows all the more extreme, obvious hint of insanity within his eyes
Ghost Face: "But that's not what happened. I survived. EWT management quickly released me from my contract and kicked me to the gutter, with only a passing mention.
"..Well, that type of exposure isn't good for the wrestling business, especially right now.."
Ghost Face: "My title was handed off to some moron..a moron who is only employed here because he prostituted his whore of a wife, girlfriend, whatever she may be, for a spot on the roster. If this had happened to Mike Ragnal, or any of his ilk, he would have had a dvd produced for him, chronicling his brave struggle to overcome his demons.
Psychoapeguy..someone who's only achievement was pretending to be Dude Love, shatters his elbow because he's old and crippled. Of course, the company completely pays to for his speedy recovery.
But me? They tried to erase me.."
Scoffing lightly, as if the mere mention of a thing could make his skin crawl..
Ghost Face: "..And as I found myself down beneath my self indulgent pitiful hole..defeated..and in my darkest moment there were those who extended a hand of sincerity..T..J..T.."
Licking his lips as a cruel bit of laughter escaped from him
Ghost Face: "..Thunder..Jupiter..Terina..not only offered to pay for my stint in rehab..but used their wealth to obtain another contract into my possession. And that is why Team Raft Shack were made to suffer at my hands.."
Ghost Face lifts his palms upwards, staring down at them as they began to tremble slightly
Ghost Face: "..Every day..it's calling me..it's calling..louder..and louder..I wasn't meant to die..no..I was meant..to hurt people..more people..count the bodies like sheep to the rhythm of the war drums. ..And the war drums ARE pounding..so much so..that very soon..you won't be able to ignore them. This is just the beginning. ..You are the lamb..and this..THIS..is the slaughter.."
Fade..
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Post by chanceconfidence on Feb 19, 2008 14:15:30 GMT -5
We cut to the outside of the arena, as we see the sight of a horse drawn silver carriage pull up to the arena, as the crowd boos, since it seems it's not hard to tell whose it is, with a giant C.C across the side of it in gold letters, the horses, which have all been died a golden yellow of course, all come to a stop, as a man climbs off from the front of it, the Platinum Punisher to be precise, as he walks over rather reluctantly, grabbing the door and swinging it open, as we see two familiar faces, that of the Zephyr Brothers hop off from the back, quickly unfurling a golden carpet, as a single foot steps out onto it, the new EWT champion stepping outside his extravagant vehicle, as we see Chance Confidence, a very huge sneer on his face. He's dressed in another fancy silver tuxedo, with a gold undershirt, wearing another pair of expensive Italian Leather shoes, a black leather belt with a gold buckle, and carrying a walking stick, atop which his Scammy has been welded onto. The EWT Title is slung over his shoulder, as the young man flips back his pony tail styled hair, then looks down at the carpet, quickly making his way into the EWT arena, both the Zephyrs and Platinum Punisher following him inside.
Chance: Come peons... let us go make our divine presence felt. After all, I am the EWT Champion now, I deserve to rub it in everyone's filthy unwashed mugs.
He grins, twirling his walking stick, as he continues walking along the carpet, entering the arena, as we fade to commercial.
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Post by invaderdave on Feb 19, 2008 14:55:19 GMT -5
Brian and Dave are checking the match board. They're nowhere to be found.
Dave: Uh...huh. That's a familiar sight.
Brian: Well jeez, what's so bad about that? Lets just go get ourselves some opponents, and knock 'em around n' s***.
Dave: Oh you poor pitiful man. Clearly you've no idea how this works...
Brian: Dude, its says right *there*, that if we want a match, we can find our own opponents, challenge 'em, and wrestle.
Dave: Fine. Who should we challenge then?
Brian: Hmm...how about them?
Brian points down the hall, and the camera turns to reveal that Brian is indicating toward Fireant and Soldier Ant, the Colony.
Dave: The Colony? Really?
Brian nods.
Dave: ...Okay then.
Dave waves for Brian to follow, and they walk up to the Colony.
Dave: Hey, you two! Yes, you two, with the...with the antennae!
The two ants turn to look at eachother, then to Brian and Dave. Dave goes into promo mode.
Dave: You ants picked the wrong day to be walking in the same hallway that I just so happened to be walking through! Turns out my associate and I are a little upset over being left out of the festivities (Brian: I'm not that upset...), so we decided we wanna take out our frustrations on you! What do you have to say to that?
The two ants, of course, do not speak, and Soldier Ant simply salutes Dave.
Dave: Right then, its on! You two, and us two, tonight!
Dave walks away from the Colony, while Brian rolls his eyes, before following his partner.
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Post by teamireland on Feb 19, 2008 16:46:24 GMT -5
BACKSTAGE- EWT ARENA- Outside Team Ireland Locker-Room *Sum Guy stands with a mic in his hand as Team Ireland stand assembled next to him. Shane Malone is bruised & battered with a black eye & a neck brace from taking "God's Wrath" off the set of Common Ground to the stage below in his Last Man Standing match with Sigma for the EWT Toolshed Title; there are also bandages around his head & his arm is in a sling. Similarly, Aidan Donnelly sports a bruised face & a neck brace after absorbing an Avalanche Puncture Press from Marcus Trunk in the Survive & Conquer Match for the EWT Tri-State Title; he also needs a pair of crutches to stand. Sean McCann, as he didn't have an official match, is the only active wrestler who escaped any serious injury. He & Coach O'Hare are the only Team Ireland representatives not sporting any form of bandage. Even Sum Guy is sporting a few injuries after he was battered by Hardcore Hensley.* Sum Guy: Hi, I'm Sum Guy & I LOVE to fight! I'm standing by here with Team Ireland who, at Common Ground, lost both title matches in which they participated. Coach O'Hare, have you any comments about your team's performance? O'Hare: Well, y'know, Sum, I could make a congratulatory speech to Sigma & Trunk, about how the better men walked away with the titles & such... BUT WE BOTH KNOW THAT'S A LOAD OF CRAP!!! THE ONLY REASON THEY HAVE THOSE TITLES RIGHT NOW ARE BECAUSE OF THESE MONUMENTAL SCREW-UPS!!! SHANE! YOU ARE "THE CELTIC GIANT"! YOU DOMINATED IN THAT TOOLSHED DIVISION FOR 3 MONTHS! A GUY LIKE SIGMA SHOULD'VE PROVED NO PROBLEM FOR YOU! YOU LET YOUR PREVIOUS VICTORIES GO TO YOUR HEAD & IT COST US THE TITLE! AIDAN! YOU CALL YOURSELF CAPTAIN OF THIS TEAM? HOW MANY TIMES DID YOU BEAT MARCUS TRUNK WHEN THE TAG-TEAM TITLES WERE AT STAKE?! YOU COULDN'T EVEN BEAT HIM WHEN HE WAS KNACKERED IN THAT SURVIVE & CONQUER MATCH EVEN WITH ALL OF SEAN'S INTERFERENCE & THAT MALAREER EEJIT OUT OF THE MATCH! SEAN! YOU COULDN'T EVEN RUN INTERFERENCE PROPERLY ALLOWING HIM TO GET A PINFALL ON MARCUS TRUNK! But, as always, Team Ireland will strive on! At least Aidan did one thing right when he pinned Malavala & took the title away from ONE of our enemies & we managed to get a shot at that tosser, Liam. Sum Guy: Speaking of which, what is Liam O'Neill's current condition? O'Hare: Last I heard, Sum, Liam's still in the hospital after getting his head split open with this Hurley. *O'Hare proudly holds his favourite weapon aloft.* O'Hare: Which is about the only thing that Sean did right last night! Hopefully, he's safely secured in psychiatric ward. But now, we've got bigger plans. That tape of Liam. That's where our focus lies. The EWT Toolshed Title, The EWT World Tag-Team Titles, The EWT Tri-State Title... Hell, even the EWT World Heavyweight Title, I'd trade them all to get a look at that damn thing! Everything else pales into insignificance as far as I'm concerned! For the moment, Team Ireland's quest for gold is on hold. Now, all our energy is focussed on that elusive videotape! When we get a hold of that, all our worries, everything that's gone wrong for us over the past few months will be over! Everything will have proved worthwhile & Team Ireland can once again stand proudly on top of EWT proclaiming the undeniable truth that... YOU WILL NEVER BEAT THE IRISH!
*O'Hare & Team Ireland exit back into their locker-room leaving Sum Guy alone in the hallway.*
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Sigma: Current SRW Champ!
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Post by Sigma: Current SRW Champ! on Feb 19, 2008 17:41:38 GMT -5
Sigma is in his locker room, nursing some bruised ribs. He studies the match board and he sees Mr. Samuel Big as his first title defense.
Sigma: Ahh, it was time for Shane to cough up the belt. And now it's mine. It looks quite fine, especially for my first belt. *shines the belt up a bit* Perfect. Now, time to get cleaned up and prepared for my joust against Samuel Big.
Messenger: SPECIAL DELIVERY FOR SIGMA!!!
Sigma: What is it?
Messenger: It's a letter for you.
Sigma: I see. I'll take it.
Messenger: Ok. I'll inform the sender. Adios.
Sigma: Why?
The messenger dissappears. Sigma leaves the letter and gets cleaned up. After Sigma showers and puts on his outfit, he looks at the letter and decides to read it.
Sigma: Ok, let's see who this is from. *opens letter*
Dear Sigma.
This a special invitation to you from the officials at INGSOC. You are invited to join up with the group known as MINIPAX aka The Ministry of Peace. We believe that your skills and aptitude that you've shown so far in your tenure is worthy enough to join our ranks. Please schedule an appointment with Joe One to discuss terms and various assorted details.
Sincerely, INGSOC
Minipax? What in the world do they want to meet with me for?
Sigma then Puts on his blood red cape, grabs his belt, puts it on, and heads out the door.
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