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Post by Hensley on Feb 19, 2008 19:59:11 GMT -5
An outside shot of the Richmond Mental Institution appears on the ToomiTron. We go inside to see Hardcore Hensley sitting down aside a medical bed. A door opens then closes, and Hensley looks up. His face falls flat on the floor, and we zoom out to reveal none other than, "Hotter Than Hell" Jacob Leonard standing before Hensley. Hensley stares blankly at him momentarily before rising up, kicking his chair back. Leonard puts his hands up with caution.
Leonard: Easy, big fellow.
Hensley: What the s*** are you doing here?!
Leonard: Nice to see you to, buddy.
Hensley: Get the F*** OUT OF HERE!!!
Hensley tosses a nearby table across the room. His nostrils flare, and he gets directly in Leonard's face. Leonard shakes his head, smiling even, and puts a finger up in Hensley's face.
Leonard: Now this is the kinda attitude that's cost you so much in your time here.
Hensley: WHAT?! This ATTITUDE is exactly what you taught me!
Leonard: Oh, don't go blaming your troubles upon me.
Hensley's dark brown eyes almost pop out of their sockets, and he grabs Leonard by the collar of his shirt, lifting him up into the air. He slams him up against the door.
Hensley: I will blame who the f*** I want, when the f*** I want, how the f*** I want. YOU GOT ME?!
Leonard remains silent for a moment, until Hensley releases his grasp, and he drops to his feet. He clears his throat.
Leonard: Stop it.
Hensley: Stop what?
Leonard: Stop IT!!!
His tone shocks Hensley, and he staggers back onto his mattress.
Leonard: Despite the fact that you kicked the holy hell out of me not too long ago, I came here today as your friend, and after what I saw from you at Common Ground, a friend is what you need!
Hensley: What are you talking about?
Leonard: Do you not remember yourself? You ranted about your pathetic career until the point that you couldn't even handle yourself anymore. You blew up! Right in the middle of the ring too! You damn near killed Sum Guy!
Hensley: Sigh, I lost control.
Leonard: You bet your ass you did!
Hensley: K, I'm kinda missing the whole "help" part here, but whatever.
Leonard: You want me to help you?
Hensley: I didn't ask for you pity-
Leonard: I didn't ask if you wanted my pity. I asked if you wanted my help.
Hensley doesn't answer. He simply stays motionless at the edge of the bed. Slowly, he covers his face with his hands. He runs his fingers over his bald head, thinking. He studies Leonard for a moment then stands up, looking to say something. All of a sudden though, Leonard puts his finger up again.
Leonard: I don't wanna answer now. Me and you, we're not some love story here.
Hensley chuckles, as does Leonard.
Hensley: Alright.
Leonard: When you're ready, if you want my help, you'll know where to find me...
Hensley nods, and the two shake hands. The lens zoom back in on Hensley, who lays back down on his bed. The sound of the door opening and closing once again repeats as we fade out.
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Post by Tea & Crumpets on Feb 20, 2008 7:33:17 GMT -5
*After commercials, we come back to the Highland Diamonds in the locker room, both in casual gear* MacAngus: Well well well, here we are, just after Common Ground. New champions crooned, returns made, an’ guess what? Tha Highland Diamonds were left off tha show!!! We’re tha hottest, tha newest, an’ tha best team in EWT right now, an yet mr Toom E can’t even see fit to give us a match at tha PPV. Tha Guardinals no-showed, Spaz and O’Neill no-showed. He could’ve easily fit us in in their place, but no, EWT just pass us over. An now ah see that we’ve got a match coming up with Rated X. Another team left off tha PPV. Another group, where they’ve got a guy comin back after quittin. And another team of no-hopers that are just around ta make up tha numbers!
Warrior: We’ve been asking for TJT. Every time I call Toom E, I get the answer “You’re unproven.” “What’ve you done in EWT.” “We can’t just give rookies title shots.” Thing is though, we aren’t rookies. We’ve got a better tag team pedigree than most other teams here, and we’re a damn sight more successful than The Emo Kid and Chris Sabin’s clone. I mean, what kind of nicknames are “The Suicidal” and “The Prophecy”? Chad, if you’re so suicidal, then do it. Do us all a favour and kill yourself, that way we don’t have to sit through more awful performances and half assed “wrestling” from you. Mike Corral, if that is your real name and you aren’t just Chris Sabin in disguise, what exactly is it that you are prophesizing? Is it your own demise, at the hands of me and Angus? Is it the final, long awaited end of Rated X, after the Highland Diamonds triumphantly kick you 2 Age Of The Fall rejects back to the gutter where you belong?
MacAngus: What hope d’ye actually think ye have in this match? Sure, you 2 came into tha business as a tag team, but that’s tae your disadvantage, an’ our gain. You came in together, ye’ve got pressure to succeed, a weight on yah shoulders before ye even start. Us, we started as singles guys. We hated each other. But we got paired up thanks to a lethal Lottery. Nobody expected us ta do anything, given our background. But that worked in our favour. People underestimated us, we won, and won, and won. We have nay pressure on us, cause we were never expected to do anything in tha first place. But noo, we’re like that *crosses 2 fingers*. Noo, we’ve got the experience and the teamwork, without any of the pressure. And when a team comes in like that, they’ll be around for a long time. Guys who come in as a team inevitably break up. Look at MNM. Look at The Rockers. You guys will be crushed by the weight of your own expectations, while we can just step right over yah broken bodies an’ go on and take the Tag Team Titles from TJT. You’ll just be left as a bad memory, soon ta be forgotten. We’ll be tha ones who’re watched, idolized an’ remembered fah a long time tae come.
Warrior: Now, I’m sure you 2 are gonna come along, talk some trash, act all edgy and tough and try and intimidate us, but it won’t work. What could you possibly do that would intimidate us? Your very name tells us how insecure you are- Rated X. Only people with severe inferiority complexes give themselves a name with an X in it. D’you do it to sound hardcore? Cool? Rebellious? The whole Generation X craze got old back in 98, boys. And it’s not even like there’s anything X Rated about you- you come to the ring to Reel Big Fish of all things, you flip around doing moves that sound like either bad puns, or some inner city Indy band, and end up with your backs on the mat.
MacAngus: Corral, Michaels, I hope ya get used ta that position, cause it’s all ye’ll ever be doing. While ye lie flat out, jobbers ta tha jobbers ta tha stars, we’ll be challengin’ for, winnin’, and defendin’ championship gold. I hope ya enjoyed ya brief return boys, cause after tonight, you’re gonna be going on a leave of absence again, an this time it’ll be considerably longer than a month. *Fades out to a commercial for WHOA*
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Post by respectmeordye3 on Feb 20, 2008 13:36:06 GMT -5
The heavy metal version of "Bonie Maronie" blasts through the speakers and Bullz-I makes his way into the ring with his valet Callie Shaw at his side.
He cracks his knuckles and then awaits his opponent's arrival.
However, nothing happens and no one appears.
Ten minutes later, Bullz-I is still waiting for his opponent.
but still.......nothing.
Finally a backstage stagehand runs out into the ring and whispers something to the referee, who nods and then speaks into his mic......"Ladies and Gentlemen, as a result of a no-show It has been decided that the winner of this match is.........Bullz-IIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!!!!"
Bullz-I is furious at having been snubbed and because of the no-show which he has taken as a personal insult, he goes on a rampage!
First he gives the referee an Invertibreaker, and then he grabs the Stagehand and gives him one as well.......that seems to calm him down enough and he grabs the mic laying on the ring mat and begins to speak.
"Y'know, despite the fact I am a great wrestler I am also quite wealthy from some oil companies that I own up in Alaska---which Is why I have decided, right here and right now to put forth a challenge!....."
Bullz-I ignores the heavy boos from the crowd and keeps talking....
"And this is my challenge, at the next EWT PPV I want a Ladder match, and It doesn't matter with whom, I will put up two hundred million dollars of my own money up for grabs at the PPV just remember, first come first serve!"
His speech done, Bullz-I tosses the mic down and he and his valet storm backstage.
(If anyone wants to do this match please contact me)
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Post by Gigantor Maximus on Feb 20, 2008 14:37:51 GMT -5
* "China White" by The Scorpions begins playing & the Toomitron goes black as white letters followed by black & white images flash across it...* At Common Ground... [ Images from Samuel Big & Gigantor Maximus' entrances at the PPV are shown] ... David slew Goliath... [ A flash of Big hitting Gigantor with the HFD!] ... In a return encounter... [ Flashes of Gigantor's brief advantages over Samuel Big are seen] ... The true giant will triumph... [ A shot is shown of the moment when Gigantor's boot rested on Big's chest] ... So swears... GIGANTOR MAXIMUS!!!
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Post by Marcus Trunk on Feb 20, 2008 19:57:51 GMT -5
The Gigantor Maximus video fades out, as "For Those Who Fight Further" blares over the PA system. The crowd rises to their feet to welcome the new EWT Tri-State Champion, Marcus Trunk.
Announcer: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome to the EWT Arena, your new EWT Tri-State Champion...MARCUS...TRUNK!!
Trunk enters through the curtain to huge applause, wearing the Tri-State Championship around hs waist. He looks a little worse for wear, with bandages wrapping up his wounds received in the epic Survive and Conquer Match. But he still looks proud and stands tall, pounding the floor as the white pyro explodes behind him. A beaming smile spreads across his face as he absorbs the raucous cheers of the crowd. He enters the ring and stands on the turnbuckle, proudly displaying the title belt around his waist. He then asks for a microphone.
Trunk: You know, my former partner, Rick Raskall...
The crowd boos at the mention of Rick Raskall.
Trunk: My partner Rick Raskall said a lot of things. He said he was a Hollywood icon, he said he was the best high-flyer EWT had to offer, he said he was too pretty for the rest of the company, and all of that. But one thing he always used to say about me was that I was a future champion. I may have disagreed with him on a lot of things, but if there was anything that we agreed on, it was that I was destined for greatness in this business. This past Sunday at Common Ground, I survived several of the best stars EWT has ever seen, coming out as the #1 spot and fighting through every last one of them, and achieving my goal to become the EWT Tri-State Champion. And every one of them deserves credit in taking me to the limit and making me prove that I belong in this ring, in this company, to entertain all of you fans who come to see this show!
The crowd cheers the compliment.
Trunk: I came out here with the full intention of giving every man in that match their props for putting on an amazing spectacle, but there's one man in that match whose name is permanently seared into my brain: Aidan Donnelly.
The crowd boos the mention of the captain of Team Ireland.
Trunk: It's been over a year since me and Raskall first matched up with Team Ireland. I've got a major history with those men. I know all about what they do and what they stand for, and how they carry out their business. Several times I was this close to being a tag team champion, only for the opportunity to be snatched away at the last second. And since we're nearing the one-year anniversary of the Tag Team Elimination Chamber, I think it's time to revisit my old friends, Team Ireland, and show them that Marcus Trunk is back in full force, and that he is now the EWT Tri-State Champion!
"For Those Who Fight Further" plays again, as Trunk exits the ring to applause from the crowd.
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Post by The Lach is very tired on Feb 21, 2008 2:43:16 GMT -5
*Spaz walks up to the matchboard. He sees who his opponent is & a wry smile comes across his face.*
S: So my old foe for my first match back. This should be interesting, at least I will get a chance to test out my shoulder properly.
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Post by Toom E. Guci on Feb 22, 2008 10:15:03 GMT -5
*Toom E Dangerously comes walking out of his office when Sum Guy comes running by him.*
Whoa, whoa, whoa...what's the hurry there fella??
Sum: No time to talk!! There's a lion chasing me!!!
TED: Wha?
*Camera pans down the hallway & there's a cat at the end of it, licking itself.*
Well, I guess my announcement will have to wait then.
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Post by Sigma: Current SRW Champ! on Feb 22, 2008 15:53:38 GMT -5
Tony Schiavone: Ladies and gentlemen, we have a EWT Toolshed Title defense up next. Jesse Ventura, you have to admit that Sigma made the most out of his last opportunity at the title.
Jesse Ventura: Not only that, got payback from the beat downs by Shane Malone and Company. Shane got really hurt off of that God’s Wrath off of the Toomitron, and wound up coughing up the belt to Sigma.
Tony Schiavone: That’s right and Sigma now has possession of the Toolshed Title, but his first defense is a huge challenge.
Jesse Ventura: That’s right, Schiavone. Mr. Samuel Big is coming off a huge win at Common Ground. He defeated the debuting Gigantor Maximus in quick fashion. I fully expect a great match between these two fine combatants.
Tony Schiavone: With that said, let’s go to Gary Michael Capetta with the introductions.
(Bell rings)
GMC: Ladies and gentlemen, our next contest is for one fall and it is for the EWT Toolshed Championship.
(“BIG!” blares over the speakers and the crowd cheers.)
From Bad Axe, Michigan. He comes in tonight at 411 pounds. Mr. Samuel Big!
Tony Schiavone: Samuel Big is here and looking really fresh.
Jesse Ventura: Well, Gigantor Maximus turned out to be a miniature minimus after all. Mr. Samuel Big had no problems with the little guy.
Tony Schiavone: And now back to Gary Michael Capetta.
(“Personal Jesus” By Depeche Mode plays, the crowd boos)
GMC: And his opponent. He comes from Tacoma, Washington. He weighs in at 263 Pounds. The NEW! EWT Toolshed Champion, SIIIGGGGGMMMMAAAAAA!
Tony Schiavone: Sigma fought Shane Malone for a while, but Sigma finally got the upper hand at the PPV and managed to capture the Toolshed title.
Jesse Ventura: Yeah, but Sigma is battered from that match. Even Team Ireland’s weasel Sean McCann got in the action. But, Sigma won out and has the belt.
(Bell rings)
Tony Schiavone: Ok, There’s the bell. We are underway.
Sigma knows that it’ll be a mountain of a task to beat Samuel Big with strength, so to start off, he does a collar and elbow tie-up, but Big cuts him off at the pass when he just head butts Sigma and sends him down to the mat.
Tony Schiavone: Sigma and Samuel lock up, Sigma tries to get an arm free, but Big nails a head butt to Sigma and Sigma goes down.
Jesse Ventura: Sigma didn’t expect Big to use his size right out of the gate. And Big just stomps Sigma to the canvas. Samuel wasting no time in getting Sigma pinned.
Ref: 1….Kick out
Tony Schiavone: Only a one count. Way too early.
Jesse Ventura: Yeah, Sigma may be a bit wounded, but he’s not completely gone.
Sigma immediately kicks out and gets to his feet. He tries to think of another way to chop the big man down to size. He then gets an idea and goes off the ropes and nails a dropkick to Big. Big goes back, but doesn’t go down. So, Sigma tries again and gets him to the ropes. Then Sigma gives him a massive clothesline and they are outside the ring.
Tony Schiavone: Sigma has got to come up with a different plan of attack for Big.
Jesse Ventura: And he has, he’s coming off the rope and there’s a dropkick to Big.
Tony Schiavone: Yeah, but Sigma hasn’t gotten the big man down just yet. He tries again and Big has gotten to the ropes. Sigma tries a third time and there’s a clothesline sending both of them out of the ring.
Jesse Ventura: Sigma’s got the right idea. He has to get the big man off of his feet in order to have a chance against him.
Tony Schiavone: That’s right and Sigma is picking up Big and has him on his knees. He’s clobbering him with lefts and rights.
Jesse Ventura: Sigma’s Floyd Mayweather and Samuel’s Big Show.
Tony Schiavone: Sigma is standing back, He’s charging to Big and Big nails him right between the legs.
Jesse Ventura: That’ll kill anybody’s momentum.
After Big nailed Sigma with the low blow, Big gets back up and finds a chair. He promptly throws that into the ring. He then picks up Sigma and lifts him over his head and throws him into the ring onto the chair.
Tony Schiavone: Samuel Big has a chair in his hands and just throws it into the ring.
Jesse Ventura: He’s got something planned for the chair.
Tony Schiavone: Big has Sigma up and over his head. He throws him over the ropes and onto the chair.
Jesse Ventura: Sigma’s taking the licks again.
Tony Schiavone: Big just steps over the ropes with ease and grabs the chair. And he lays a big chair shot onto Sigma’s back.
Jesse Ventura: Samuel Big knows how to swing a chair.
Sigma then decides to roll out of the ring. Samuel gives chase, but Sigma gains the upper hand as Sigma climbs back into the ring and gives Big a Baseball Slide to the head while Big climbs into the ring.
Tony Schiavone: Sigma rolls out of the ring.
Jesse Ventura: Smart move. Get some air into those lungs and plan another form of attack.
Tony Schiavone: But not for long, as Samuel Big gives chase.
Jesse Ventura: Maybe, but Sigma slides in and gives a baseball slide to Big’s big head.
Tony Schiavone: As Sigma catches his breath. He goes to the outside and brings him back into the ring. Sigma then lifts big up but Big is too big as he falls onto Sigma.
Ref: 1…….2kickout.
Tony Schiavone: And only 2 for the big man.
Big slowly gets up and Pulls up Sigma and gives him a very hard Bodyslam to the canvas and tries to pin him again.
Tony Schiavone: Big slowly gets up and he picks up Sigma. Sigma is slammed hard to the canvas below.
Ref: 1…….foot is on the rope.
Jesse Ventura: Smart thinking by Sigma. Knew where he was at and slyly put his foot on the rope.
Tony Schiavone: Big is not happy. He had him beat right there.
Jesse Ventura: Did he?
Tony Schiavone: Maybe, but Big’s signaling for the HFD.
Jesse Ventura: Will he hit it though?
Sigma saw the signal and rolls out of the ring again. Sigma grabs his title and goes to the other side of the ring. Samuel grabs him, but Sigma just nails Big with the title belt. Big just falls back flat on his back.
Tony Schiavone: Probably not as Sigma sees it and rolls out of the ring again.
Jesse Ventura: He’s also grabbed his title belt and walked off with it.
Tony Schiavone: I would have expected nothing less from Sigma.
Jesse Ventura: Sigma is doing the smart thing.
Tony Schiavone: But Big has Sigma, but Sigma just nails him with the title belt.
Jesse Ventura: This was a plan. Sigma mapped this out, knowing that Big would pursue.
Sigma then decides to scale the ropes and hit a Senton Bomb. Sigma goes for it and hits it.
Tony Schiavone: Sigma is scaling the ropes in the hopes of hitting something big.
Jesse Ventura: He sure has as he nails Big with the Senton Bomb.
Ref: 1………..2…….Foot on the rope.
Tony Schiavone: And Big just barely gets the foot on the rope.
Jesse Ventura: Sigma looks upset.
Sigma then decides to look for something long. He goes under the ring and finds some chain. He then takes it and wraps it around his fist. He gets back into the ring and just grabs Big and punches his head in.
Tony Schiavone: Sigma is looking under the ring for something.
Jesse Ventura: It looks like Sigma has hand enough of this. He seems to have found something.
Tony Schiavone: Sigma has found himself some heavy chain.
Jesse Ventura: This should cause some damage to Big.
Tony Schiavone: Big is up, and Sigma gets back into the ring. Sigma just clocks Big with the chain.
Jesse Ventura: This should do it.
Sigma then locks Big’s right arm between his legs, puts his left arm in a hammerlock, and takes the chain and wrap it around Big’s mouth and locks in the Sigma Stretch.
Tony Schiavone: Sigma’s setting up for the move.
Jesse Ventura: He’s got that chain around Big’s mouth and has the Sigma Stretch locked in tight.
Tony Schiavone: Big is just wincing in pain.
Jesse Ventura: He can’t take much more of this.
Samuel Big decides to tap out to the stretch, Sigma doesn’t want to let go. The bell rings and Sigma finally lets go. Big is lying on the canvas, and Sigma has his belt in his arms again.
Tony Schiavone: And Big taps out.
(Bell rings)
Jesse Ventura: Quite inventive for Sigma. Using that chain to his advantage, Sigma picks up the win and retains his title.
GMC: Ladies and gentlemen, your winner and Still EWT Toolshed Champion, SIIIGGGGMMMMAAAA!
(Personal Jesus starts up and the crowd boos)
Tony Schiavone: That was a brutal Match, Jesse.
Jesse Ventura: Yes, as you can see on Replay, Big had the advantage early on, by nailing Sigma with a few key moves early on mainly that chair shot to the back. However, Sigma slyly used that title and nailed Big with it. Finally, Sigma takes that chain, wraps it around Big’s mouth, yanks on it with the Sigma Stretch and Big had no choice but to give up. Your winner…Sigma.
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Post by Ass Dan on Feb 23, 2008 0:51:05 GMT -5
We cut to the back with Joe One sitting at a table, reading the BR. A paper is sitting on the table. A knock is heard.
One: It is open.
The door opens. In walks EWT Toolshed Champion Sigma "G.Q." Williams.
One: Mr. Williams, it is a pleasure to meet you.
Sigma: Likewise.
They shake hands and sit down.
One: Now, I believe you understand why you are here.
Sigma: You want me to join this 'Minipax'.
One: That is correct.
Sigma: Now, why should I join your group?
One: I thought you would ask that. As a Member of the Ministry of Peace, you would be a part of the Party, giving you access to an innumerable amount of resources.
Sigma: Such as?
One: Take a look at this.
One pushes a button under the desk. Suddenly, a panel opens up, revealing a series of telescreens.
One: The people whom you see on theses telescreens will aid you as a member of Minipax. They, too, are members of the Party. If there is anything you want, they will make sure that you get it.
Sigma: I see. There's a catch, I know.
One: Catch? What catch? All that is required is swearing allegiance to BB.
Sigma: Here we are. I have to follow the rules of some guy hundreds of miles away.
One: I do not think you understand. With BB on your side, all things are accomplishable. For example, I have been under His guidance for my entire career, and I have never been pinned for three seconds, nor have I surrendered in any way. Your enemies will be crushed. The entire goal of Minipax here in the EWT is to create peace throughout the threaderation. Once we have the entirety of EWT under our control, we will lead to a glorious future of prosperity.
Sigma: And you want me to help?
One: Yes. You remind me of Christopher Indigo. He was the first one to join my flock, and now Minipax is the most dominant force in the history of the EWT. If you join us, you can take part of the most important group of persons outside of the Federated Brotherhood.
Sigma: Federated Brotherhood?
One: Hold on a second.
One pushes another button under the table, turning all the telescreens into one, large telescreen. On it are six people sitting at an oval table.
One: Febro!
The six people turn.
Man with Sunglasses: Oh, hello, Mr. One!
Red-headed Man: Evening.
Woman with Eyepatch: Gloryvic.
Bearded Man: Good evening.
Sigma: And these people are...?
One: They pull the strings behind BB.
Balding Man: You could say, we ARE BB.
Johnny Swinger: Yeah, man. We run this joint.
One: That's enough of that.
Sigma: Who was that last guy?
One: Nobody of your immediate importance. Now, what do you say, Mr. Williams?
Sigma: Well, I think this would be a good decision. However, you're not going to do to me what you did to Redface, though, right?
One: Who?
Sigma: Redface, also known as Noah Rodgers. I fought him in that Scaffold Tables Match months ago.
One: I have not heard of anyone by that name.
Sigma squints, looking in deep thought.
Sigma: I'm in.
One stands up and extends his hand.
One: I am glad you have made this decision. You will not regret it.
Sigma: Thanks.
The two shake hands. Febro starts to applaud.
One: Also, you need to sign this.
He slides the paper.
Sigma: Oh, a contract.
After carefully looking the contract over, he signs the paper. There is an awkward pause.
One: You can leave now, if you want.
Sigma: Right. The rest of the EWT will become peaceful. Or else.
*COMMERCIAL BREAK*
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Post by helpus1012316 on Feb 23, 2008 2:09:48 GMT -5
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Post by thecursedone on Feb 23, 2008 9:09:53 GMT -5
*Back from commercial we go to the rin-
“BZZZT!”
*The view goes into static, then disappears into the Atlantic Ocean... The waves are... Troubled. Even turbulent. Lightning flashes and thunder clashes as a steady yet severe curtain of rain slams into the ocean. As the view begins to show a shadowy object in the distan-
*A closer look at the object reveals it to be an old ship that would have been the rage a near half a millennium ago. It's sails tattered through what looks like centur-
*As the view gets closer the ship, it's age truly begins to show. A black flag flies atop the Crow's Nest.-
*The view now stands upon the deck, searching it. Not a sign of life is visible but a faint-
“......yo.......ho......haul together......hoist the Colors high...”
“Heave ho.....thieves and beggars......never shall we die.....”
*The view approaches what sounds to be the location of the voices. It finds itself right in front of a door. Above the frame reads the words: “Captain's Quarters.”-
*The door loudly creaks open to reveal a moldy room lit barely by candle light on a sea weary table. The view slowly approaches to see what looks like scratches upon the walls.-
*Various names have been writ down then slashed with what looks like a dagger . Each name spelling out men that have all been broken... Ravaged... Ruined by the monster... The Cursed One-
*With each name, the plague... The giver of black spot has become all that much more deadly. As the view scans the walls... One new marking becomes visible... An unslashed name... A new target.-
*The name reads.... “Maelstrom.”*
“.....dead....men....TELL....no...TALES....”
*Fade.*
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Post by chanceconfidence on Feb 23, 2008 10:46:47 GMT -5
H! VLTG3 starts up on the Toomitron as the crowd cheers, Mike Ragnal stepping out from the back, looking at the crowd and making a quick belt motion, as he steps down to the ring, quickly heading down the ramp way and sliding into the ring, tossing his hat to the outside and pumping his fists, looking absolutely ready for his second shot at Chance.
Ragnal looks out toward the entranceway, as his music is immediately cut off, the sounds of Dragonland's Direction Perfection starting up, as the crowd boos quite loudly, as a familiar robed man steps out from the back, Platinum Punisher in tow, as he slowly steps down the ramp way, as a golden spotlight shines down, following his every foot step. He raises a hand, as the silver sparks shoot up from the sides of the ramp, as he slowly steps down toward the ring, hand still raised high. Ragnal looks on, shaking his head, not really fond of this drawn out entrance. Confidence continues stepping down slowly, then quickly lowering his hand, as the sparks come to a stop, the arrogant young man undoing his robe and lowering the hood, revealing his smirking face, the EWT title strapped securely around his waist from under the robe, as he continues to make his way to the ring, stopping before the ramp, as his lackey removes this robe, Chance hopping onto the apron and quickly flipping into the ring, then walking over to a turnbuckle, raising a finger to his lips and trying to silence the crowd, as he springs up for his picture perfect handstand, then hopping back down and glancing over at Ragnal, a look what seems like pity visible, as he summons the referee, commanding him to unstrap his fabled EWT title, the referee doing so, as he holds up in the center of the ring, taking it outside, as the announcer steps into the ring.
Announcer: The following contest is scheduled for one fall... and it is for the EWT Championship! Introducing first, the Challenger, from "The Electric City" Scranton, Pennsylvania, weighing in at 245 pounds, Mike Ragnal!
The crowd cheers as Chance rolls his eyes, seeming a bit impatient.
Announcer: And his opponent, from London England, weighing in at 219 pounds, he is the current EWT Champion... Chance Confidence!!!
Chance takes a bow before the crowd, who of course boo loudly in response. He doesn't seem to care as the bell sounds signaling the start of this match, Mike Ragnal looking across the ring, a very serious look on his face, as Chance simply stares back at him, hands confidently folded behind his back, as he walks into the center of the ring, Mike following, Chance immediately lunging out for an eye rake, but Ragnal countering with a kick to the stomach, sending him hunched over! He starts unleashing a quick series of fists, sending Chance reeling back, as he sends him off the ropes, leaping for a dropkick, Chance quickly rolling under it, as Ragnal rises quickly back to his feet, only to get grabbed by the head from behind, as Chance takes him into a bulldog! He gets up, cockily dusting his hands off, then drops down, locking on a side headlock. Ragnal quickly fights back to his feet, backing off the ropes and sending Chance flying, catching him as he comes back with a quick arm drag. Chance looks annoyed, as he charges forward, right into a second deep one, as Ragnal applies pressure, torquing on the arm. An annoyed Confidence fights to his feet as well, elbowing his way out and grabbing Ragnal for a Russian leg sweep, driving him to the mat. He then rolls backward, then leaps up and hits a seated leg drop across the throat, as Ragnal grasps the area. Chance reaches down, yanking Ragnal up, giving a few cocky slaps to the side of the head, only for Ragnal to fight out with a shoulder to the gut, hunching Chance over once again, as Ragnal leaps up, nailing a quick enziguri, taking the champion down, as he quickly rolls outside the ring, grasping his head, as he turns around, Ragnal charging forward and vaulting over the top rope with a cross body, taking him down again! He gets up and yanks Confidence with him, as he wrenches the arm, before tossing Confidence back into the ring. He follows in after, grabbing him as he rises and hitting a quick snap suplex, going for the cover. 1....2
Chance kicks out. Ragnal pulls him up, looking for a swinging neckbreaker, Chance however quickly pushing him off, then charging and hitting him as he comes back with a spinning wheel kick! Ragnal goes down hard, as Chance rises back up, stomping angrily across the face of his challenger, then pulling him up by the head, delivering a few quick knees to the face, finally pulling Ragnal into a DDT. Mike however quickly punches his way free, swinging at Chance, who ducks this time and hits a quick leg sweep. Ragnal hits the mat, as Confidence leaps up, hitting a quick standing moonsault, going into the cover. 1....2.
Ragnal kicks out. Chance pulls him back up, grabbing him and hitting a quick backdrop suplex, Ragnal grasping a bit at the neck, as Chance rises back up, stomping away further at the area, Ragnal rolling out of the way, as he starts to rise, Chance however grabbing him as he does, hitting a hangman's neckbreaker and putting him back down. He then mounts and starts punching quite simply at his opponent's face, Mike blocking this blatant assault, as he forces Chance off him, sitting up, only to get a soccer kick to the face, putting him back down. Confidence smirks and quickly gets back up, coming off the ropes and hitting a low dropkick to the side of the head, sending Ragnal rolling further. He walks over, sitting him up quickly, then running off the ropes, coming back with a rolling neck snap, as Ragnal grasps further, Chance dropping atop for the cover. 1....2..
Ragnal kicks out. Chance looks quite annoyed at this, as he drops down to the mat, quickly wrapping his legs around Ragnal's neck in a vice, then grabbing his arm and applying a Triangle Scissors Lock, as he squeezes hard with legs around the neck, Mike gasping in pain, as Chance continues to apply pressure with this hold. Ragnal tries to squirm out of the hold, but Chance is clinging on too tight. He continues squeezing with those legs of his, as Ragnal grimaces, continuing to try and fight his way out. he tries to free his neck from those legs with a free arm, but to no avail. He continues to fight back, delivering a few elbows to the side, as Chance loosens his grip on the arm a bit, Ragnal slipping it free, then rolling over, as Chance tries to reverse the hold, keeping those legs locked around, but Ragnal fights hard, pushing up and back to his feet, Chance desperately taking him back down with a headscissors takedown. He walks over, rubbing his side slightly, as Ragnal pushes back to his feet, Chance laying in wait, as he leaps up with a dropkick, Ragnal however ducking under it instinctively, the champion landing hard on the mat. He looks on, grasping his chest, as Ragnal pulls him back to his feet, starting to unload again with some fists, then grabbing and hitting him with a jawbreaker, staggering the EWT Champion. He rubs at his chin, as Ragnal then catches him in a drop toe hold, then leaping atop his back, locking in a quick camel clutch! Chance looks on in horror, as he starts trying to squirm out, but Ragnal refuses, pulling hard back on his neck, as he traps the arms, yanking quite hard, as Confidence lunges out at the ropes, trying desperately to grab them. Ragnal however isn't letting that happen, as he keeps him grounded, continuing to pull back. as Confidence continues to try and crawl free. He starts to inch his way out of the hold, sliding along the mat, but Ragnal catches him, breaking the hold and turning it into a curb stomp! Chance's face bounces hard off the mat, as Ragnal rolls him over, going for the pin. 1....2...
Chance kicks out. Ragnal looks a bit surprised. He yanks Chance back up, only to get a low dropkick, taking him down, as he growls, running over and springboarding off the ropes, leaping right at his opponent for a missile dropkick, Ragnal however catching him in midair and planting him with a snap spinebuster! Chance yelps in pain, as he grasps the back, Ragnal then charging forward and hitting a quick senton splash, doing further damage, as he pulls Chance back to his feet, pulling him up onto his shoulders for a Ragnalrok, only to taken down by a vicious clothesline from behind, as Chance lands on the mat, the referee looking at this and signaling for the bell. Ragnal gasps, pushing up off the mat, only for Platinum Punisher to leap onto his back, delivering a series of clubbing blows to the neck, as the crowd boos angrily.
Announcer: Ladies and gentlemen... your winner of the match by disqualification... Mike Rag...
Chance reaches up and yanks the microphone out of the announcer's grip, as he looks down.
Chance: SHUT YOUR DAMN MOUTH! That's a lie and you know it... the winner of the match, is Chance Confidence, because I am still your EWT Champion you insignificant bugs!
The booing grows louder, as Ragnal gasps in pain, as the Punisher pulls him up from behind in a waist-lock, then hoisting him into a high angle dropkick, Ragnal grasping further at his neck, as he grimaces, Chance getting back to his feet, as he rubs his own neck, looking at his personal bodyguard.
Chance: Finish him off... FINISH THAT PUTRID RODENT OFF!
The Punisher does so, grabbing Ragnal and planting him with a vicious Flawless Bomb... leaving him in a heap, barely moving, as Chance grins, walking over and standing over him,
Chance: That's right Raggle... KNEEL BEFORE THE EWT CHAMPION! KNEEL BEFORE A WRESTLING DEITY!!!!
He leans down, looking right at the face of Mike, who seems quite helpless. Chance steps back, then snaps his fingers, as the Platinum Punisher hoists him up again, locking him in a full nelson, holding it tight, as Chance rolls out of the ring, grabbing his EWT title, then returning, dusting it off a bit, then backing up, charging full speed and smashing Ragnal right in the face with it! He's busted open almost immediately, as Punisher releases, Mike flopping to the mat. Chance looks at the belt, cringing a bit, then wiping the blood off the belt, using Punisher's tuxedo, before he holds it up high with one hand, still holding the microphone in the other.
Chance: Let this be a lesson to all the garbage who oppose the Platinum Association... and that oppose their EWT Champion.... CHANCE CONFIDENCE!!! Bow at our feet.... or be left in a heap!
Direction Perfection almost immediately starts back up, as Ragnal clutches his face, a very noticeable stain now visible on the mat, as Chance and his Platinum Punisher quickly exit the ring, Confidence grasping still at that neck, as he does so.
We quickly fade to commercial.
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Post by TJT on Feb 23, 2008 16:35:25 GMT -5
We open to the EWT arena with a quiet bustle emanating from the crowd. The camera cuts to JR and King at the announce table.
JR: Ladies and gentlemen the next match may be the culmination of The Guardinals’ tag team career. They will face TJT for the coveted EWT World Tag Team Championship.
King: Absolutely correct JR. But if you look at the record TJT holds, it doesn’t look good for the Guardinals.
JR: Yes TJT is quite the tag team, King.
All of a sudden, “Land of Confusion” by Disturbed blasts from the speakers and Andy “The Eagle” Davidson, John “The Lion” Valentine and Amnestria burst from the curtain toward the ring. The crowd reacts with great enthusiasm as the tag team from the jungle sprint to the squared-circle.
Howard Finkel: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall and is for the EWT World Tag Team Championship! On their way to the ring at a combined weight of 415 pounds, THE GUARDINALS!
JR: Looks like The Guardinals are all business and no play tonight.
King: Maybe this is the edge they need.
“Land of Confusion” dies out as the lights dim. The lights are replaced with a wide array of strobes and multicolors. “Welcome to the Fold” by Filter starts up. The door swings open as Jimmy Thunder, Terina and Jason Jupiter step out onto the stage, greeted by rather explosive boos.
Finkel: Being accompanied by Terina, from San Diego, California, weighing in at a total combined weight of 456 pounds...they are the EWT WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS…T…J…T!
JR: There’s the EWT World Tag Champs, as despicable as ever. Do you ever get the feeling that TPA is just another “Grow and abandon” plan for them?
King: No JR, they look like they usually do, but looking at that Terina, I am getting some “feelings!”
JR: *rolls eyes*
Thunder and Jupiter are both donning their maroon-and-silver wear, Terina wearing jeans, a red top, black high-heel boots and the ever familiar jeweled crown-tiara, fit for a Miss America. The trio haughtily makes its way to the ring, Thunder and Jupiter soaking in the radiance of being with a woman who to them is superior to the audience, and being on her level, both men feel that they are in the same situation as her. At the ring, Thunder and Jupiter split directions, posing at opposite sides of the ring and sliding in. Terina sits on the side of the apron parallel to the stage, lifting her arms. Thunder and Jupiter each grab an arm and pull her up, opening the gap between top and middle ropes and holding her hands as she climbs in. Each man kisses a hand, and each man gets a kiss to the cheek in return. Making no haste, they remove their entrance gear, raising their tag titles as the music fades out.
Referee Tim White calls for the bell.
DING, DING, DING!
Jason Jupiter and John Valentine begin to circle each other. You can see the gold lust in Valentine’s eyes. Jupiter, however, has his eyes fixed on the knees of The Lion, anticipating every move. In the heat of the moment, Jupiter seizes the opportunity and tackles Valentine with an Iowa double leg takedown. They both crash to the mat, Jupiter locking in a grounded bear hug. Every time Valentine exhales, Jupiter squeezes a little more. In the struggle, Valentine loses more and more air and energy.
JR: Right off the bat Jason Jupiter has The Lion to the mat struggling for air.
King: This doesn’t bode well for The Guardinals.
JR: It’s those superior shoot skills that Jason Jupiter possesses that The Guardinals are going to have to anticipate to win.
Soon, Valentine loses enough air to lose consciousness. Referee slides in to begin the count.
ONE!
TWO!
Andy Davidson rushes in and stomps on the ribs of Jupiter to break up the hold. Jupiter lets go and referee White restores order. Valentine starts up and regains a vertical base. There is visible dizziness from the Lion and soon, Jupiter will Irish whip him to the opposite side of the ring. On the rebound, Jupiter slaps on a sick sleeper hold to continue punishment on Valentine’s consciousness.
JR: There we are, back to square one!
Very quickly, Valentine elbows Jupiter in the gut and moves to whip him away. Jupiter moves from a sleeper to a side headlock and is bounced on the nearest rope. As Valentine pushes away, Jupiter brings him down with a bulldog and continues to apply the side-headlock.
King: Valentine just can’t get away from Jupiter!
Jupiter brings Valentine back up to his feet still gripping his neck. He moves to Jimmy Thunder and gets the tag. Referee White begins counting as Jupiter still holds Valentine. Thunder lowers a devastating elbow to Valentine’s ribs. Jupiter breaks the hold and returns to the apron. Thunder Irish whips Valentine to the opposite ropes. As Valentine hits the ropes, Davidson saves the day and gets a legal blind tag. Referee White claps signaling the tag and JLV rolls out of the ring in relief.
King: There’s the tag, finally!
Davidson bursts from the apron and executes his favorite bicycle kick, knocking down Thunder. Without missing a beat, the crowd cheers and Davidson reacts with throwing up an arm. He goes over and picks up Thunder from the mat.
JR: Look at the confidence from Davidson. Let’s just hope this doesn’t cloud his judgment.
Davidson smirks and begins lifting Thunder for the Body Press Slam. At the peak of the lift-
King: Oh my gosh!
JR: Look at that power!
Thunder comes to and drops behind Davidson on his feet. Immediately he begins ringing the hell out of Davidson’s right arm with the hammerlock. Taken by surprise, Davidson struggles only to make it worse. Thunder finally brings Davidson to the mat.
JR: There it is. Thunder has been able to destroy Davidson’s vertical base. This seems to be The Guardinals’ weakness.
Meanwhile outside of the ring, the athletic Terina confronts Amnestria. The confrontation consists of a few inaudible words and Amnestria backing away with no intention of violence. The quick to anger Terina takes it easy and backs away as well, still, however, with visible annoyance with Amnestria.
King: Oh no, I can’t handle it when puppies are in danger!
JR: Shut it King. Back to the action in the ring…
Davidson struggles to his feet and spins under the hammerlock and reverses the move with a hammer lock of his own. He pushes forward and rebounds on the ropes. On the backwards motion, Davidson curls up Thunder for the pin.
ONE!
Kickout! Thunder immediately runs to Jupiter for the tag and grabs it. Davidson stand back up and smirks. Jupiter charges with a lariat, but Davidson ducks and waits for Jupiter to return. On the return, Davidson uses the momentum from the run to latch in a good vertical suplex to bring Jupiter to the mat. The crash echoes along with a small groan from Jupiter and soon, Davidson will execute a surfboard stretch. A few moments fly by and Jupiter begins shaking out of the move. He makes it to his feet and begins around. Davidson, thinking fast, kicks Jupiter in the gut and lands a stiff, hard and very straight strike to Jupiter’s face. Jupiter falls back down, spinning to his belly. Immediately, Davidson applies the Camel Clutch.
JR: There’s a Davidson move right from the book.
Jupiter struggles helplessly and soon Thunder will fly in stomping the move away. Valentine comes in to retaliate, but Thunder has already exited. Davidson front-headlocks Jupiter and brings him to the Guardinals’ corner. Valentine grabs the tag and soccer-kicks Jupiter square in the ribs. As Jupiter lets out a huge exhale, Valentine quickly delivers a small package.
ONE!
TWO!
Kickout! The crowd relaxes from the tense moment with a sigh and Valentine continues to work. He brings Jupiter back to his feet and whips him to the ropes. On the rebound, Valentine jumps up and knocks Jupiter down with a spinning heel kick. Valentine feels the momentum and readies the Coronation chop fro when Jupiter returns to his feet. Jupiter does but, at the last second, Jupiter ducks under and executes the beginnings of a reverse Big Red Spot. Valentine flips backward and rolls him up for another pin.
ONE!
Kickout! The both shoot back up to their feet. They circle each other a little more until a collar-elbow tie-up brings them both back to struggle. Jupiter pushes Valentine into the corner pushing the small of his back into the turnbuckle. Referee Tim White begins to count to get Jupiter to stop. He backs away with his hands up, but quickly returns slapping JLV across the face. Valentine returns, after reaction, with a hard chop to the chest; now ensues a shopping contest for the ages. Ric Flair would blush as the chests of both men become redder and redder from each thunder-clapping blow. Eventually, Valentine will chop Jupiter into the corner, back up and explode toward him exacting revenge with a stiff cross-body. The whiplash from the attack, and the bounce into the turnbuckle, brings Jupiter to the mat and to meet him, The King of Prides.
JR: MT GOD! KING OF PRIDES! WE MIGHT-
Just then, Jupiter lifts Valentine up and slams him back down with a desperate power bomb; Jupiter is infamous for his declination to power moves. Valentine breaks the hold and Jupiter crawls back to his corner. Valentine does the same and Referee Tim White begins the count.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
FOUR!
FIVE!
SIX!
First Jupiter gets the tag and Thunder blasts from the apron. Next, Davidson will to. Like two colliding freight trains, they meet in mid-air performing cross bodies. They both crash to the mat and referee Tim White begins another count.
ONE!
JR: My god, these men just crashed right in the middle of the ring!
TWO!
Davidson and Thunder both get up at roughly the same time, with very little distance between them. Thunder turns around and on one knee, delivers a punch to the midsection of Andy Davidson. The Eagle shrugs it off, and throws one of his own as Thunder goes in reverse, staggering to his feet, hopping on his tip toes a’la “The Greatest of All Time.” Davidson more slowly gets up and throws an overhand punch at Thunder who dodges it, before returning fire with a few punches of his own. He can’t get in much before Davidson drives him off once again with a punch grazing him across the side of the head.
JR: Shades of Ali versus Foreman we’re seeing here, Kang. The super-fit hand-to-hand specialist contending with the heavy hitter!
Both men do know that they cannot keep up a battle of punches for very long; if they do, it’ll likely result in a double disqualification. Although that’s nothing bad for the tag champs, Davidson and Valentine both have an unpinned/unsubmitted streak to break; not to mention a pair of titles that would fit rather nicely around their waists. Just then, Thunder executes a leg lariat that causes Andy Davidson to stumble back a foot or so. Jimmy grabs him by the head and applies the position for a suplex, much like the one he executed onto Zeleke at Common Ground. Unfortunately for him, someone so much larger such as Andy “The Eagle” Davidson is much too large to effectively execute such a move onto. Jimmy attempts to haul him up, but Davidson simply locks his knees. Again, Jimmy Thunder tries to pick him up, but this proves to be quite the mistake as he simply gets his suplex countered—Davidson picks him up at throws him into the turnbuckle. Grabbing his chest, Thunder deflects off the turnbuckle, only to be powerslammed with general ease.
JR: LOOK at the display of power from Davidson; I tell you if I could pick up a 240 plus pound man and slam him like that, I’d eat my damn hat!
With Thunder down, Davidson goes for the pin.
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!
Or rather, kickout partially thanks to Jason Jupiter’s timely arrival; Thunder gets a shoulder up, but Jason Jupiter delivers a few stomps before the referee or John Valentine can drive him off, which allows Thunder to hobble back up, shaking off the damage dealt by Davidson. Jimmy Thunder manages to duck a kick from Davidson, spinning around hitting him with a short lariat that clips him over. Instead of going for a pin or following up, Thunder picks him up by the head and drags him over to the corner of TJT, applying a hasty tree of woe. Tagging Jason Jupiter, Jimmy Thunder scales the same turnbuckle much to the chagrin of referee Tim White. Thunder applies an inverted surfboard stretch as Jason Jupiter scales and adjacent turnbuckle. With shaky balance, the lightweight Jason Jupiter runs the top rope for a few steps before leaping off and hitting a torpedo dropkick straight to the side of the head of Andy Davidson!
King: The Deal Breaker! You know, TJT is known as an underhanded team—
After Thunder has left the ring, Jason Jupiter begins to choke at Andy Davidson, the referee giving him the advance warning that he better let go, lest he get disqualified. Not a daunting thing for Jason Jupiter, but nonetheless he breaks the dirty attack…
JR: Very underhanded, King. But I’m not going to doubt their teamwork attribute that has helped them get this streak of theirs. And I never said I did.
Jason Jupiter has turned Andy Davidson onto his stomach, the legs of the heavy man crossed like a pretzel. Jason Jupiter works a leg through and with a sneer, leans back and locks in an inverted STF, pulling like a deranged monkey at the neck and head of Andy Davidson.
JR: Can Davidson get out?!
Terina begins to applaud her champion, Jason Jupiter pulling harder at this point. Just like he seems ready to have the match put away, the referee alerts him that Andy Davidson as gotten a leg onto the bottom rope. Infuriated, Jason lets go of his quarry, swearing out the referee and turning to face a standing Davidson; all he gets from the tired tag teamer is a mafia kick that sends him into a daze, crackling over like a twig as Davidson gets to his corner and makes the tag. Jason Jupiter climbs to his feet, only to find himself on the business end of an STO. Crashing down, Jupiter is open for a pin. Just to be on the safe side, Terina decides to play her secret weapon--herself. She gets up on the apron, slipping on a pair of brass knuckles. Just she's about to get into the ring, the referee blocks her, as Veronica circles around the ring and pulls Terina down by the leg. Thunder has disappeared from view behind the referee's back, under the ring. Jupiter, groggy but not able to be pinned at this point, notices Valentine turning around and plays dead. Valentine is about to attack his equal-sized opponent yet again as Jimmy Thunder appears on the same side of the apron as Andy Davidson, charging at him to deliver a Thunderbolt. Davidson catches him, but the two both crash outside of the ring Thunder getting to his feet before being knocked down, the two brawling. Valentine gives a glance towards things to check on his partner, but is unaware that Tim White is still trying to break up the action between Terina and de Marco on the outside. With his back turned, Jason rockets to his knees and with a single blow from behind, uppercuts "The Lion" right in his "Pride" to cause him to have to bend over. The referee turns around after this with the catfight broken up, simply seeing Jason Jupiter on his feet, facing Valentine. Hooking both arms, Jason Jupiter easily lifts up the disoriented John Valentine, hauling him up and dropping him on the top of his head. Jason hooks the legs and the referee begins counting the pin.
ONE!
Just then, Andy Davidson manages to get Jimmy Thunder off of him, the tag champ in hot pursuit as he nearly gets into the ring.
TWO!
Davidson is very close...
THREE!
DING DING DING!
"Welcome to the Fold" starts back up, the crowd booing as loudly as when the title trio first came to the ring.
JR: Awww GIVE ME A BREAK!
Finkel: HERE ARE YOUR WINNERS...AND STILL EWT WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS, TJT!
Andy Davidson is beside himself, aiding his dazed partner to his feet as Terina quickly hands the EWT World Tag Team Titles to her two men, the champs making no haste in departing from the general vicinity of the ring. "Lion" is up to his feet at his point, breathing heavily and nursing his head and abdomen as he glares with his valet and and his partner at the yet-again-victorious TJT. FADE...OUT.
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Post by Karvanda on Feb 24, 2008 11:25:37 GMT -5
*Seated in a broken-down chair in the middle of the hallway backstage is Voltigeur, reading a scroll aloud.*
Voltigeur: “Williem, for great purpose, thou must mean completion of thine mission; strength at the Ground upon Commons was most impressive, but there shan’t be a time unto which to stray from success. Keep faith and strength, and show of what your absolute potential can measure up to.
Godspeed,
…Father Albingast.”
*He rolls up the parchment, tossing it behind him as he scratches his head.*
Voltigeur: AGH! Why must this continue?! I had trained…my time spent in visual obscurity allowed me to develop to my utmost! And then three shook my own foundations from me! That is most inexcusable. They will PAY for their actions!
*Standing up, Voltigeur picks up the rickety chair and throws it onto the wall, watching it splinter as he grumbles.*
Voltigeur: My mission was compromised by THEM! How DARE they! So close, but NO. Thanks to their selfish natures, they ultimately damned themselves in an attempt to ruin it for me! AGH!
*A stagehand walks by, only to be picked up around the throat by the furious Dutchman.*
Stagehand: *choking* What…*cough*…do you want?
Voltigeur: Tell them I am coming!
Stagehand: …who?
Voltigeur: DAMMIT YOU KNOW WHO!
Stagehand: *cough*
Voltigeur: Bah, what am I doing?
*He lets the smaller man down, allowing him to run away*
Voltigeur: The rage of thy self knows no boundaries. And soon, my adversaries will learn just that.
*The camera fades out.*
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Post by Toom E. Guci on Feb 24, 2008 16:32:57 GMT -5
*A video plays across the screen, highliting the EWT Superstars. The song playing is "If I Could Be Like That" by Three Doors Down as the words scroll across the screen, reading:*
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Post by xombiehiphop on Feb 24, 2008 21:30:23 GMT -5
Howard Finkel: "..The following contest is scheduled for one fall..introducing first..from The Morgue..weighing in at 230 pounds..Ghost Face!" "You Lied" by Peach begins to play as the arena lights dim to a pale blue color. Ghost Face waits until the haunting guitar work ends and the song kicks in to make his appearance, greeted with boo's. Taking a moment to strike his pose atop the ramp before heading towards the ring, looking quite focused.. Joey Styles: "A shocking return at Common Ground from this man, Ghost Face, who many thought was..." Tazz: "...Dead?" Joey Styles: "Yes, dead. And he made quite a re-debut with a disgusting attack upon Zeleke of Team Raft Shack. We're not sure, if or when we'll see Zeleke again.." Some stills of Zeleke's fall are shown, interlaced with Tazz and Joey's commentary.. Tazz: "What we DO know is Ghost Face has some kinda link to TJT. He says they got 'em straight and got 'em his job back! But I bet there's more to this story than he's tellin' us.." Howard Finkel: "..And his opponent..representing Minipax..he weighs in at 215 pounds..from Calgary, Alberta Canada..Christopher Indigo!" "Hybrid Stigmata" by Dimmu Borgir starts to play as Christopher Indigo makes his arrival from behind the curtain. Looking none to pleased as he heads for the ring, not wasting much time or paying much mind to the masses.. Styles: "Indigo doesn't look to be in the best of moods tonight.." Tazz: "Do ya blame 'em?! His leader Joe One lost The World Title to Chance Confidence! That'd ruin anyone's day. Hey, Indigo himself had potential to win the thing too!" Styles: "Who knows what kind of riff that could have made in MiniPax but our match is already underway!" As soon as Indigo steps between the ropes, he is rushed by Ghost Face who unloads onto his face and neck area with clubbing left and rights. The bell rings as this onslaught has caught the Canadian off guard. The blows force Indigo onto his hands and knee's, allowing Ghost Face to run the ropes and place a straight kick to the side of Indigo's face. Christopher rolls into a sitting position in a corner where Ghost Face proceeds to drive his knee into his face. Over and over again with his hands gripping the middle ropes. Ghost Face's knee repeatedly smashes into Indigo's face, leaving him reeling Styles: "Well, Ghost Face said he's here to hurt people and he's wasting no time demonstrating!" Ghost Face pulls Indigo back to his feet and whips him into an opposite corner. He comes rushing in after his target but is met with a European Uppercut from Indigo that knocks him off of his feet from the sudden impact. Indigo takes a might to shake the cobwebs while Ghost Face climbs back to his feet, rubbing his jaw. He charges Indigo once more but the MiniPax member ducks and back drops Ghost Face over the turnbuckle. Ghost Face, however, lands upon his feet and clubs Indigo on the back of his head, forcing him to stagger backwards. Once this happens, Ghost Face is able to tangle him into the ropes, locking in a choking version of The Tarantula, punching away with his free hand. As the ref nears a four count, Ghost Face releases the hold and scales to the top rope. He leaps off but Indigo catches him with a Jumping Knee to the face, sending him crashing to the mat.. Tazz: "This battle between two former Toolshed and Tri-State champs, respectively, looks like it's gonna be a brutal one!" Indigo whips Ghost Face into the ropes and nails him with a Spinning Discuss Forearm on the rebound. He hooks a leg for a pin.. ..One.. ..Two.. ..No, kick out! Styles:"Ghost Face has been a way from the ring for a few months, consumed with his..uh..extra circular activities" Tazz: "I guess that's a way to put it." Indigo hauls Ghost Face up by his dreadlocks, driving a few fists into his forehead before hitting him with another European Uppercut. Ghost Face is knocked back into the ropes and stumbles towards Indigo who once again goes for a European Uppercut. Ghost nimbly steps aside and hooks Indigo's arm, slithering behind him to drop him with a Falling Reverse DDT. He goes for a pinfall of his own. ..One.. ..Two.. ..Kickout by Indigo!" Ghost Face rises to his feet, sizing Indigo up as he climbs to his feet and sends him over the top rope with a Knee Lift. Ghost Face quickly slides out after Indigo, setting him into a Russian Leg Sweep Position and driving him back first into the guardrail. Ghost Face looks to capitalize by whipping Indigo into the steel ring steps but Indigo reverses and sends Ghost Face into the unforgiving steel instead. Ghost Face grips his back in agony as Indigo rolls him back into the ring. Ghost Face gets to his knee's only to be caught with a Shining Wizard from an incoming Indigo! He goes for another pin.. ..One.. ..Two.. ..Shoulder up! Indigo stomps Ghost Face in the midsection and begins climbing the top rope. He comes off with a nice Moonsault that, unfortunately for him, does not connect. He bounces upwards from the impact, making him easy fodder for Ghost Face to lock in a Cobra Clutch. He cranks on the hold for a moment before lifting Indigo upwards and then backwards, right upon his neck. Completing the Cobra Clutch Suplex he refers to as "The Trip To The Morgue". Ghost Face stares down at Indigo, clutching the back of his neck when suddenly the crowd begins to stir and cheer. Faboon Noobaf of Team Raft Shack is seen racing through the guard and leaping over the guardrail. He climbs up on the apron, springboards straight over Christopher Indigo, and dives onto Ghost Face! The ref calls for the bell instantly.
Styles: "No telling how this match is--It's Faboon! Obviously looking to extract some revenge for what Ghost Face did to his partner!
Faboon hammers Ghost Face with left and rights, and Indigo waves it off, deciding this fight has nothing to do with him. He slides out of the ring while Faboon bashes Ghost Face's head against the mat. He allows Ghost Face to rise back to his feet, only to hit him with a Running Dropkick to the chest that knocks him outside of the ring via the middle rope.
Styles: "Faboon looks completely out of his mind here! ..And..I don't mean like he usually does! He looks almost feral! Just look at his eyes!"
Tazz: "We're definitely seeing a different side of him here!"
Faboon grips the ropes and leaps onto them, balancing himself for a moment before leaping down towards Ghost Face from above. But the former Draugr leader tosses a steel chair into his face which collides in mid-air! The chair strikes with such force that it flips in the air as Faboon completely wipes out, crashing outside of the ring in a rather sick landing..
Tazz: "HOLY!"
Styles: "OH MY GOD!"
Faboon lays lifeless, flat on his face, perhaps knocked out cold from the chair crashing into his face. Ghost Face grabs a hold of the chair and lifts it high above his head, looking as if he fully intends to smash Faboon's head with it. He holds the chair for a moment longer before tossing it away. A slight smirk appears on his face as he begins to back away from Faboon towards the ramp..
Tazz: "Wha?"
Styles: "Ghost Face showing some form of tact? ..That can't be it, he isn't capable of that sort of thing. I don't want to know what sick thoughts are going through his mind.."
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Post by Ragnal on Feb 24, 2008 23:30:08 GMT -5
Lily-Rose is backstage, on her way to the back door of the arena, wearing a blue scarf and brown leather jacket as she strolls her suitcase behind her. Her expression seems chipper, despite her loss. As she continues walking, she sees a flash of bright red hair walk down another hallway. Lily looks a bit startled, but after realizing who it was, she runs down the hallway, catching up with the bearer of the hair.
Lily: Juri, hey, wait!
The fiery Joshi stops dead in her tracks.
Juri: *Nerved* ...What?
Lily stops as she gets a few inches within Juri.
Lily: I just...I wanted to say congratulations. You earned that victory over me.
Lily nods, then sighs as she looks off for a second.
Lily: But mind if I ask something?
Juri: If you must.
Lily: Well, you know I wanted my first match against you...mind if I ask why you wanted to face me, though?
Juri: Do I mind? I mind everything about you. From your using your celebrity to make yourself more popular than you would be on your own to just your grating personality. Do I mind? *She huffs and turns back to the direction she was going in.*
Lily: So that's it? You're upset because I was branching off from music into wrestling?
She follows behind her as she talks.
Lily: Excuse me if I was trying to get a break from the record company, but even NOW they're breathing down my neck, trying to keep me from wrestling.
Juri: Do I hear crying and petty asking for sympathy? Wonder who it's for, because I know it's not meant towards me.
Lily stops, dropping her suitcase and crossing her arms.
Lily: And I detect a sense of bitterness, and it's NOT about my status. I've trained a long time, Juri, and I took you to task. So you CAN'T just be upset about that.
Juri: Your skills are the only thing that's likable about who you are. Lily: Then spill it. What is it about me that makes your toes curl up? What is it I ever did in my life that makes you loathe me so much?
Juri: Why do I owe you anything other than a free nose job?
Lily: Because if you can believe it, Juri, I'm a big fan of your wrestling. The last time I was in EWT, I cheered for you so much, especially during your matches against Synthy. And I think as a former opponent, as a fan...I'm owed SOMETHING.
Juri: *Turning to back to get in her face* You're owed something alright. But as a champion I have to be a representive of EWT. If I wasn't, I'd give you what you're owed right now.
Lily: So that's it, then. You're just going to leave me here hanging without an answer. Well...that's fine.
Lily huffs, then goes to turn...but she stops.
Lily: Just...just do me a favor and when Axel gets back...IF he gets back...tell him I said hi...if you can face him...he's a good friend...
Juri: ... *She quakes until she gets red in the face.*
Lily looks at Juri, confused.
Lily:...are you...alright?
Juri: How.....how....dare you! To....do what you did....then ask me that!?
Lily:...Do what I did? I guess I'm going to find out what it was I did, then?
It hits her.
Lily:...Wait...did it involve Ax?
Juri: ... *glare*
Lily:...Okay...I don't see what's to get so upset about. We met at a wrestling show once, met again here in EWT a few times...outside of that, we haven't seen much of each other.
Juri: .....you...lie.... I know that you... *She looks around then whispers into Lily's ear.*
Lily's eyes...they go wide. And then...she snickers. And her snickers...they turn into a chuckle. Juri stares at her in outrage.
Lily: Oh my god...just...oh wow. You honestly thought I slept with Axel?!
She continues to laugh.
Lily: Juri, I don't know what to say, except...I have a boyfriend. I've had one for eight years now.
Juri: .......what?
Lily: I was only at that wrestling show because my publicist thought performing at indy shows would broaden my audience. It worked, surprisingly...but I met Axel because his look, his wrestling style, it interested me. So I made a good friend out of Axel. That was it.
Juri: .... *Blushing in embarassment.*
Lily: It's okay, really. These things happen. Heck, I don't make it on the cover of People every week, so it's hard for people to follow my life. Then again...I doubt you subscribe to those magazines, right?
Lily smiles as she places her hand on Juri's shoulder.
Lily: It's just a misunderstanding...that's all.
Juri: ...yea...sure.... *She averts her eyes.*
Lily: Something still bothering you?
Juri: ....I.....I'm.....so...so...sor....
Lily: Look, it's fine...you didn't know. You just assumed. Believe me, I'm used to it. I get a lot of guys hitting on me, thinking he and I split up for whatever reason.
Juri: ...I.... enjoyed our match.
Lily nods in agreement.
Lily: So did I. Maybe if I can convince the record company to let me do more appearances, we could have a rematch. I'm saving the other one for something big.
Juri: ...I'd... like that. *She quickly hugs Lily then runs away, likely still embarassed.*
Lily blushes, not sure what just happened right that moment, but she raises her hand up to wave.
Lily: S-see you later...
She shrugs, then picks up her luggage, and heads off to outside the arena.
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Post by The Lach is very tired on Feb 26, 2008 6:24:28 GMT -5
Spaz is walking down a corridor backstage he comes around a corner & Maelstrom is standing there staring at him.
M: You decided to come back, that’s brave.
S: When I go out for good, I wanna go out on my terms. Not coz of my body.
M: Before our match I just wanna say one thing, we have been allies, we have been enemies, we have always had great matches. No matter what has happened in the past I have always respected you.
Maelstrom extends his hand for a handshake. Spaz hesitates for a second, then he accepts it.
S: You are one of the best I have ever wrestled, I have more respect for you then most people I have wrestled. I can’t think of anyone who I would like to make my comeback against more. Let’s go out there & tear the house down again.
Cut to commercial
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Post by BoilerRoomBrawler on Feb 26, 2008 12:21:51 GMT -5
NARRATOR You’ve seen the best… You’ve seen phenomenal… But prepare for something more… something… phenomenaler!
There is a brief pause before ”The Power” by Manowar plays. The Titantron starts up a video and SCOTT ANDREWS walks out to the ring.
TONY CHIMEL Entering the ring weighing in at 380lbs, the “Phenomenaler” Scott Andrews!
Andrews claps toward Chimel now that he has finally got the name right.
TONY CHIMEL And his opponent…
A.J. STYLES’S music starts as he enters the arena on the stage.
TONY CHIMEL (CONT’D) Weighing in at-
Andrews yanks the mic from Chimel and leans over the ropes towards A.J.
ANDREWS Your gimmick is up A.J.! I’m “Phenomenaler” than you! It’s time to face the music!
A.J. Styles runs down the ramp to the ring and drop kicks Andrews’s feet.
Andrews loses his footing and falls headfirst over the ropes, doing a complete 360, landing on the ground on his feet, but the velocity makes him fall over.
A.J. punches Andrews over the head as Andrews drops the mic and fends for himself.
A.J. gets Andrews on his back and continues punching him until the REF stops them and tells them to enter the ring, which they do.
Once in the ring, they exchange grapples with A.J. pulling cruiserweight moves, dancing proverbial circles around Andrews.
He goes for a rear leg trip, but Andrews is steadfast.
He gets a twinkle in his eye and jumps backward to land on A.J., who narrowly dodges this rear assault, making Andrews land with a resounding thud on the mat.
A.J. drop kicks Andrews in the face.
Andrews rolls over in pain and slips under the ropes, heading to the ramp, but A.J. leaps off the ropes and clotheslines Andrews, who surprisingly is not knocked over.
Andrews stomps on A.J. when the Ref counts to 7 and heads back to the ring.
A.J. gets up at 8 and slips back into the ring.
Andrews drops an elbow on A.J. as he comes through the ropes.
Both get back to their feet.
A.J. goes for the Irish whip, but Andrews counters with his weight and whips A.J. to the ropes, who rebounds towards Andrews.
A.J. leaps and performs a Hurricanrana to Andrews, who massages his head afterwards
A.J. kicks Andrews the back and punches him in the head.
Andrews gets back up as A.J. attempts a Headlock, but Andrews lifts him up and performs a Manhattan Drop on A.J., who falls over.
Andrews gets up on the top rope and leaps for an Elbow Drop, but misses as A.J. narrowly avoids him.
A.J. gets back to his feet and goes to the top rope.
Andrews gets back up and faces A.J. as he attempts a Flying Crossbody, but Andrews catches him and turns it into an Overhead Belly to Belly Suplex.
Andrews bounces off the ropes and lands a Leg Drop on A.J.
A.J. gets back up and attempts to kick Andrews, who catches his leg.
A.J. performs an Enzuigiri on Andrews, knocking him over onto his front.
A.J. grabs Andrews’s arms and presses his legs against his back, performing a Surfboard.
The Ref asks Andrews if he submits, but Andrews refuses.
Andrews, using his weight, manages to shift his weight so as to knock A.J. off-balance and break the hold.
Andrews returns to his feet at the same time as A.J.
They charge at one another, Andrews attempting a Clothesline, while A.J. ducks under, turns around and Spinning Wheel Kicks Andrews to the ground.
A.J. goes for the pin: 1... 2... Andrews gets the shoulder up.
Andrews punches A.J. to get him off of him and gets to his feet.
Andrews runs at A.J. and Body Slams right into A.J. who is knocked off his feet.
Andrews climbs to the top rope and does a Diving Fist Drop to A.J. and connects.
Andrews goes for the pin: 1... 2... A.J kicks out.
They return to their feet and grapple, with Andrews winning, going for a Running Bulldog, but his grip is too loose and A.J. slips out as Andrews goes for the drop, landing on his butt.
A.J. drop kicks Andrews in the back.
Andrews flails in pain, but gets back up as A.J. briefly recovers.
A.J. leaps at Andrews, who bends over, making A.J. land on his back.
Andrews grabs A.J.’s legs, gets him in position, and slams him overhead onto his back.
Andrews attempts a pin: 1... 2... A.J. gets the shoulder up.
They return to their feet, with Andrews chasing A.J., who performs a Springboard Moonsault, knocking Andrews over.
A.J. goes for the pin: 1... 2... Andrews kicks out.
They return to their feet, both running to the ropes opposite to each other and then rebounding towards each other. A.J. kicks Andrews in the stomach, who bends over from the pain.
A.J. looks to both sides and stands over Andrews, grabbing and straining to lift him, but fails.
Andrews appears winded at this point, so A.J. goes for it again, just barely pulling off the Style Clash with a resounding slam.
A.J. goes for the pin: 1… 2… 3! The bell rings.
TONY CHIMEL And your winner of this match: A.J. Styles!
A.J. Styles’s music begins playing as Andrews lays there on the ground, looking humiliated.
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Post by TJT on Feb 26, 2008 18:07:01 GMT -5
*In the midst of a beautifully decorated, upscale mall is a lobby, surrounded by rivers of people walking by. With her back amongst one of the pillars is Terina, her hair tied back in a ponytail, wearing a light blue t-shirt and brown high-heel boots with an embroidered denim skirt, cut just above the knees. Next to her are...you guessed it, Jimmy Thunder and Jason Jupiter of TJT, both dressed in their upscale casual wear.*
Jupiter: I'm like, going to the electronics shop. I heard they've got this crazy new item that JUST got imported from Japan...it turns ANYTHING into juice.
Thunder: Even metals?
Jupiter: Well let's see...blades are tungsten. I'm guessing a YES. But still...I'm going to test it out. *He pulls out a tarnished old pocket watch.*
Thunder: THIS I must see.
Jupiter: You uh...comin' with us, kate?
Terina: Nah, I'm waiting for someone.
Jupiter: Nicole again?
Terina: Nope. Someone else.
Thunder: Cool with me! Just...BRING HER TO US when you're done with whatever. Got it?
Terina: *laughing* Sure!
Jupiter: Cool then. Sir James of Thunder? Let us pull out.
*Both men of TJT exit, leaving Terina crossing her arms and looking around.*
Terina: Where is she? She said she'd be here!
*Unbeknowst to Terina, everyone's favorite exotic and erotic import from India, Jasmyne, can be seen creeping up behind her. Wearing a white tanktop w/red trimming and small red stars on the right breast, and of course: tight booty shorts--red with white trimming and small white stars on the left ass cheek, Jasmyne continues her stealthy approach to Jasmyne before reaching in once close enough and tickling her sides.*
Jasmyne: Tickle, tickle!
*Jasmyne giggles as she continues to tickle Terina, her hands slowly ascending and getting dangerously close to her chest.*
Terina: There's people here! They're gonna freak! HOLD IT!!!
*Jasmyne quickly withdraws her hands and places them behind her back, grinning innocently, though with a hint of mischief in her eyes*
Terina: I'm SOOO glad to see you! How's life?
*Jasmyne replies by shrugging with a smile, as if she was saying, "can't complain"*
Terina: Yeah, things are good. *She scans the attire of Jasmyne.* Hey...you seem a little...underdressed...for a place like this. Not like anyone here will actually say anything...
*A middle aged man walks by, turning his head and raising an eyebrow at the rather revealing clothing on her.*
Terina: But you need some more clothing! That sort of thing is okay, but it'll give certain people the wrong idea...
*Jasmyne tilts her head, failing to see what is wrong with the attire she's wearing*
Jasmyne: Don't... like?
Terina: Well...*she wraps one of her heads around the back of her neck*...some people might...get the wrong idea. Um...no, I shouldn't say. But you need PANTS first off. Maybe even a skirt! Come on, I'll...find you something.
*Jasmyne smiles as she puts her hands together*
Jasmyne: Date?
Terina: Ummmm no. What, do you think we're like, a couple. *She laughs this concept, which, to her seems HIGHLY unlikely*
*Jasmyne seems disappointed*
Jasmyne: No... shopping... date?
Terina: Shopping! YES. That's what we're doing. But it's not really a...date. *She scrunches her nose at that word.*
*Jasmyne claps her hands together in a excited manner*
Jasmyne: Shopping... fun!
*In a rather theatric way, the camera cuts to the two women standing in a clothing store, a face buried behind a newspaper behind the counter.*
Terina: Allllright....here we are!
*Jasmyne looks around, observing the clothing and people around the store, before spotting a mirror that draws her in as she begins to check herself out in the reflection.*
Terina: Jasmyne, Jasmyne...you look fine.
*Terina places her hands on the shoulders of Jasmyne, much to her delight, herding her in the direction of a shelf covered in well-tailored blue jeans.*
Terina: Here. Here we are. Take a look and pick out what you like...make sure it fits though.
*Jasmyne picks up a pair of designer jeans that look to be about her size. She inspects the jeans carefully, before looking at Terina with a smile*
Jasmyne: Pants.
Terina: Yes. That's why just about everyone in this country wears them.
Jasmyne: Try... on?
Terina: Yes.
*She points to a room adjacent to an alcove.*
*Jasmyne nods with a smile and proceeds to the change room. Along the way, however, she passes a pair of scissors that a employee had been using to remove the price tags of outdated clothing. She picks up the scissors and looks at it and the jeans before smiling proudly. She sashays her way towards the changing room and closes the door behind her. The sounds of fabric slipping off of skin followed by the snipping sounds of scissors can be heard from behind the door. Seconds later, the sound of denim meeting skin is heard followed by a seductive giggle*
Jasmyne: READY!
Terina: Alright, let's see it!
*The changing room opens and reveals Jasmyne... wearing the designer jeans she brought with her that has been converted to a pair of tight, Daisy Duke-like jean shorts. The pant legs of the jeans are seen on the floor of the change room behind her, a pair of scissor placed on top of them. Jasmyne does a twirl, proudly showing off her modified jeans and looks at Terina with a smile*
Jasmyne: TA-DA!
*Terina looks on in absolute shock.*
Terina: Uh.....um.....uh...THAT'S NOT WHAT YOU DO WITH THEM!!
*A female employee walks by and sees what Jasmyne has done to the jeans. She immediately turns to the still horrified Terina*
Employee: You destroy it, you buy it.
Terina: But I...but...but...but...but...but...
*The employee walks away, leaving the stunned Terina as Jasmyne checks herself out in the mirror, loving the way her new jeans look on her*
Jasmyne: I take it!
Terina: Yeah it looks nice....but uh...*Terina looks at a tag laying nearby. Remembering the numbers, she pulls out a pair of jeans almost exactly like the last ones* DON'T change these. *She hands them to Jasmyne.*
*Jasmyne looks at jeans before looking at Terina while pointing to her jean shorts*
Jasmyne: Still get these?
Terina: Sure thing! Okay, shorts and pants...you still need a skirt though, like mine!
*With one hand, she makes a sweeping motion around the bottom seam of the short skirt, pointing with the other to a huge U-shaped rack. Jasmyne looks at skirts, with a perplexed look before turning back to Terina in distaste*
Jasmyne: Too long.
Terina: No they're not! Guys just LOVE them at that length. But they still think it's classy.
*Looks away with her head held high*
Jasmyne: Not Maha!
Terina: *She opens her mouth, putting a finger aside it.* Well, in India...it's very...sexual. Here in the United States, it's still..........sexual...but not as much. Besides, when it's cold, you need something with a little more depth!
Jasmyne shakes her head while smiling.
Jasmyne: Never cold. Body heat keeps warmth. Watch.
*She proceeds to wrap her arms around Terina into a tight and passionate embrace. Her hand rubbing up and down her back*
Jasmyne: See?
Terina: I'd agree! *She giggles* But a belt is always that extra touch! Go ahead...*she pulls out a belt that looks almost like a gold-threaded sash* …try it on. *She hastily hands Jasmyne one of the skirts* Try this on with it, too. But don't cut anything! Not yet!
*Jasmyne looks back with a smile before winking at Terina.*
Jasmyne: (seductive tone) Roar...
*She struts her towards the changing room, coming back moments later wearing the skirt happily.*
Terina: It looks great! And nothing's missing! Wonderful!
*Jasmyne licks her finger again this time pressing it against her own clothed backside, again making the sizzling sound.*
Jasmyne: Hot.
Terina: Now, the guys are just going to LOVE it. You need two other things: a cute top, and some boots!
*Jasmyne holds her hand up.*
Jasmyne: I choose next place to shop, yes?
Terina: Sure! Just so long as you try on the last two things. *She gives a sharp whistle* RODRIGO?!
*The newspaper drops and a Portugese man bends over the counter.*
Rodrigo: What is it, Ms. Katerina?
Terina: I want to see the cutest pair of boots like these--*She points to her own pair of boots, bending to one knee*--and the BEST top you have. The premium stuff.
Rodrigo: Oh, of course Ms. Katerina! Whatever you say!
*The man bends over, disappearing behind the counter. The sound of a door sliding open and closed can be heard. Still below, he places a pair of black zipper boots, much like Terina's except for the coloor, onto the table. He then pulls out a yellow babydoll with a ton of embroidering in pink and silver emblazoning the top.*
Rodrigo: These?
Terina: *Her brow drops and she smiles* Oh yeah.
*Jasmyne looks at Terina and follows her example, dropping her brow and smiling*
Jasmyne: Oh yeah.
Terina: Rodrigo...can we check that out before she tries it all on? Some of it, she's wearing...
Rodrigo: Oh, but of course! When it's a girl's day off--not to mention one between two lovely ones--anything is possible, Ms. Katerina!
*He rings everything up, including the mutilated jeans*
Rodrigo: That will be...$1293.21.
Jasmyne: Include shorts?
Rodrigo: Oh...well, if we'll be cleaning that up...*ring*...$1625.86!
Terina: Put it on my tab, Rod.
Rodrigo: Of course! *He pulls out a pair of bags, gingerly placing the clothing within* And, may you have a nice day, Ms. Katerina and...gorgeous friend!
*The two walk out of the store*
Jasmyne: Okay! My turn!
*Jasmyne flashes a sultry smiles with arching her eye brows up and down. The camera immediately cuts to a lingerie boutique, where Jasmyne excitedly browses the store*
Terina: Sooooo....this is where you like to shop, huh? *She looks at the various racks of clothing.*
*Jasmyne's eagerly runs over to Terina and holds up a silk black two piece with a purples flower design and gold trimming.*
Terina: I bet that's comfortable.
*Jasmyne pushes it forward*
Jasmyne: You! Try on!
Terina: Me?
*Jasmyne nods and forces the two-piece into Terina's hands*
Jasmyne: Fashion show!
Terina: *reluctantly* Al--alright...
*Terina walks to an alcove much like the previous store, turning to a stall. She drapes her normal clothing over the door and begins changing*
Terina: I hope the colors work out...
*In under a minute, her head pokes out from behind the alcove.*
Terina: Um...should I...um...step out now? I don't feel natural like this...
Jasmyne: (clapping her hands) Fashion show! Fashion show! Fashion show!
Terina: *Sigh* Fine.
*She reluctantly steps out, her arms spread at shoulder height, her palms open.*
Terina: ...how is it?
Jasmyne smiles brightly while hopping in a spot, simply delighted at the sight of the lingerie clad Terina. She approaches her Terina and grabs her by the shoulders, directing her to the mirror near them, allowing her to see her own reflection and how she looks.
Jasmyne: What do you think?
Terina: It seems okay...blends well, no clashing...feels great...I could sleep in this!
*Jasmyne runs her hands from side to side before helping Terina dusting off and smoothing out the lingerie she is wearing*
Jasmyne: Roar, tiger.
Terina: Oh yeah, this will go over really well.
*Jasmyne smiles with a nod*
Jasmyne: Looks very sexy.
Terina: Oh I agree...I think I'll get it!
*Jasmyne does a fist pump*
Jasmyne: Alright!
*She gives Terina a firm slap on the ass*
Jasmyne: Keep sexy!
*Jasmyne oogles Terina's body with an aroused expression*
Jasmyne: Priceless.
Terina: Yeah!
*She disappears back behind the alcove, and the sounds of clothing placed on skin (not to mention a few zipper sounds) later, Terina emerges with the clothes in one hand.*
Terina: Now I bought your clothes...you mind buying this little number of me?
Jasmyne: Me?
Terina: Yes. Could you buy it for ME? Just...a show of good faith. *she closes her eyes and smiles*
*Jasmyne pats herself down, realizing she does not have any pockets for her wallet or a wallet for that matter. She looks at Terina and laughs nervously before scanning the store. Her eyes stop at the sight of a attractive woman in her late 20s working the till. The employee has her long blonde hair tied back in a french twist and her attire is very similar to that of Stacy Keibler's "Miss Hancock" character (including the librarian glasses and short skirt). A sly grin curls upon Jasmyne's face as she gives Terina the "one minute" gesture. Terina watches as Jasmyne walks up to the employee and begins to whisper into her ear. At first, the female employee seems appauled by what Jasmyne is whispering. However, she soon seems to fall into some bizarre trance as Jasmyne takes her hand and leads her to the changing room. Jasmyne closes the door behind them and the sounds of them giggling and clothes removing can be heard. Terina looks on in confusion, not sure what is going behind that closed door. The two reappear minutes later, both of their clothes disheveled and hair unkempt. Their do their best to straigthen their clothes and clean up their hair. Jasmyne whispers into the blonde's ear once more, drawing a blush from the store employee, before sending her away with a slap on the backside. The blonde lets out a surprise but pleased gasp and returns to the counter as Jasmyne walks over to Terina with a smile.
Jasmyne: Store discount. Free of charge.
Terina: Wow! You must have a way with words...but I’m guessing there was probably an argument there too. Jimmy and Jason have tried some creative "things" with female clerks...if you get my drift. *She giggles*
*Jasmyne giggles back, rolling her eyes in a "you have NO idea" manner*
Terina: So...what do you want to do next?
*Jasmyne ponders the question*
*Terina ponders where she herself wants to go, with a similar expression and posture*
Jasmyne: ...Hungry?
Terina: Sure am! I'll call Jimmy and Jason, they'll probably want something to eat too and—
*Jasmyne shakes her head*
Jasmyne: 4 crowd. Girl time.
Terina: Oh...okay! They won't be happy or...maybe they will...or...hey, want to go somewhere sit in, or the food court?
*Jasmyne rubs her hands together*
Jasmyne: Pastries!
*The camera cuts to a food court, Terina and Jasmyne both seated and eating...pastries.*
Terina: Good idea! *She picks up a powdered strudel, tearing a chunk of it out with her teeth as she places it down on her plate* This is delicious!
*Jasmyne is seen cutting a small pastry covered in cool whip with a knife & fork. She takes a fork full and eats it, entering sweet rapture upon first bite*
Jasmyne: Mmm!
Terina: NEVER eat a pastry like that in a mall.
*Jasmyne tilts her head to side, puzzled by Terina's outburst*
Jasmyne: Hmm?
Terina: A fork? In a mall? In this country? No, no no no nonononono! Just...eat it with your hands. If you're like, in a restaurant, sure, forks and knives are great. But we eat things with our hands here.
Jasmyne: Oh.
*Jasmyne picks up a small piece of pastry with her hand and holds it across the table to Terina*
Jasmyne: Taste?
Terina: Sure.
*She takes it and devours it in a gulp, melting in her mouth before she can even take a bite.*
Terina: THAT is how you eat it. Just...in bigger pieces.
*She picks up the strudel on her plate and rips the thing into shreds, jelly filling and cream spilling everywhere.*
Terina: And just like that.
*Jasmyne looks up at Terina with a smile after noticing a small piece of strudel left on Terina's plate*
Jasmyne: Taste?
Terina: Hmmm...sure. *She picks it up in the edge of her fingers, extending the scrap out*
*With the scrap of strudel being held out before her, Jasmyne closes her eyes while leaning in across the table before closing her mouth delicately on the scrap... and Terina's fingers in a provocative manner. She lets out a please moan before a bewildered Terina quickly withdraws her hand back, looking at Jasmyne as the Indian beauty licks her lips and smiles back.
Jasmyne: Delicious.
Terina: Eww....*she looks at her saliva-covered hand*...it's good but...I don't have any napkins and...ewwww...
*Jasmyne giggles as she dabs her finger in cool whip and brushes it against Terina's nose*
*With her spit-covered hand, Terina wipes off the whipped cream with a finger and sticking it into her mouth.*
Terina: Mmmm...wait...did I just...*She examines both her hands before realizing which one she put into her mouth*
*Jasmyne giggles again*
Jasmyne: I like using hands.
Terina: *giggles* You're just so totally random!
*Camera cuts to a sporting goods store, where Jasmyne is seen looking at tennis rackets as Terina looks scans the store. Jasmyne picks up an top-of-the-line racket and does some practice swings*
Terina: I reeeeally don't think that's a good idea. Not only would that be extremely expensive if that gets damaged, that would be REALLY bad PR. And my family's business delivers things to this store, and hundreds of others in this state, so I should know!
*Jasmyne holds the racket up, studying it thoroughly. With the racket, she reaches behind and gives herself a smack on the rear with it. She appears impressed by the instrument’s stability (among other things) and turns to Terina with a smile* Jasmyne: Nice toy!
Terina: That's not a toy! That's VERY expensive. Money's not an issue, but that thing is VERY delicate and if it breaks, considering that the business is--*she spots something out of the corner of her eye; in an instant her face goes pale and her eyes widen*--Oh dear GOD...put that thing down. DOWN. NOW...
*Jasmyne hides the racket behind her back and looks at Terina with a perplexed expression*
Terina: My...my older brother is here...put that thing DOWN...he's unbelievably touchy with "FRAGILE" goods the business delivers...
Jasmyne: Not fragile. Look *She again slaps herself on the backside with the racket, this time a moan of pleasure follows.*
Terina: No, I mean--
"You mean WHAT?"
*Terina face-palms, turning around to see a stocky, barrel-chested man with wide shoulders, short, curly black hair and stubble across his desert of a face, dressed like some molevolent 1950's era Italian mafioso.*
Terina: I mean...hi, Derrick. *She smiles weakly*
Derrick: Yes, hello...KATHERINE.
Terina: *her expression goes sour* What do you want?
Derrick: I got a tip from some man who referred to himself as being real an awful lot that you'd be here. And I was passing by, so I thought I'd say "hello" to you and...*he leans over, visually inspecting Jasmyne with a sneer*...who's this?
*Jasmyne smiles and waves at the stranger with the racket* Jasmyne: I am Jasmyne.
Derrick: Put that thing down, you look ridiculous you dumb bi--*he cuts himself off, noticing a camera above his head.*
Terina: You're horrible. Get out of here. Like, NOW.
Derrick: And who will make me? You? I'd like to see that happen.
*As Derrick smirks, amused at his little sister’s protest. Suddenly, he finds himself eye-to-eye with the a expensive tennis racket, as Jasmyne stands in front of Terina, holding the racket as if it was a sword*
Derrick: Awwwww...a broad with a broadsword. Except...it's NOT.
Terina: Look, you jackass, go back to the hole of whence you came. You might be the direct heir to the company, but that doesn't mean anything if two guys drop you on your head before turning you into human chili.
Derrick: Threatening your OWN brother. Haha! You know, that's how you've always been. A violent little girl in a grown woman's body. Well, if anyone wants to know why you ain't married, there's the reason right there.
Terina: Right. And you're older than me, and you don't travel on the road with your best friends, so...what's your reason?
Derrick: Because. Because. *He fakes the ringing of a phone call, opening it up...despite the screen being blank.* Oooh, got a call from a benefactor here. He'll be offering me a new contract! I need to go. Oh, yeah, and I'll make sure that if anything gets damaged, it'll be your HEAD.
*Fires of rage burning in her eyes, Jasmyne unleashes a wicked backhand with the racket, slamming it across the grinning face of Derrick while letting out a war cry*
*He stumbles backwards, hitting the floor.*
Derrick: WHAT THE f*** WAS THAT, YOU f***IN' BITCH?!
*Suddenly two security guards step nearby, Jasmyne dropping the racket and with a whistle, kicking it over to the fallen man.*
Guard: Sir, I'm afraid you're going to have to leave. We don't allow that kind of MISCONDUCT in here.
*Both men pick him out and haul him out of the store, the brother shouting various obscenities as he finds himself dragged out of the camera's view.*
Terina: Hehe...nice work.
*Camera cuts to the main lobby as dusk settles in as seen through the skylight glass of the mall. With both females carrying bags full of newly purchased clothing and accessories, Terina & Jasmyne walk to the center and set their bags onto the ground before facing each other*
Terina: What a day! It's like, so awesome hanging out with you. Though really we should've gone with Jim and Jason, I know for a fact they each take some chick to the lingerie store and buy her stuff for erm....hey, speaking of which...
*The camera pans to a rather distraught pair of tag champs.*
Terina: What's wrong with you two?
Thunder: Yeah. That machine eats everything. Unfortunately...
Jupiter: Including itself! We tried putting one in the other and each juicer...juiced the other juicer! Tungsten punch, anyone?
*Jasmyne politely declines the offer by waving her hand*
Jupiter: Yeah, it doesn't taste too good I venture to say. Fortunately we were using Jack's credit card...yeah, he actually gave us his card to buy him one...and we charged both to his card. Just wait when he reads his mail and finds out he owes $50,000, with 100 percent interest per day!
Thunder: We should probably call him...
Jupiter: Screw it, I'm going to pick up a girl, and head to the limo. I need SOMEWHERE here that lets you get wasted.
Thunder: Uh...alright. But I BET you I can get someone who looks at least...SORTA BETTER!
Jupiter: You sir...are ON.
*The pair make their exit from the camera's view*
Terina: It was like, soooooooooooooo much fun hanging out with you today, Jaz!
Jasmyne: Renie fun to hang out with too.
Terina: Yeah...I should probably get going though, Jimmy and Jason tend to do be pretty bad when they're drunk and I'm not watching.
*With a sweet grin, Jasmyne extends her arms out before Terina* Jasmyne: Hug?
Terina: Sure!
*Smiling warmly, Terina obliges and opens up her arms too, wrapping them around Jasmyne with a laugh.*
Terina: You REALLY should meet my other female friends, I think they'd just love being with you too!
*Jasmyne lightly pats Terina’s lower back as the two resume their friendly embrace—until that trademark seductive with a hint of mischief curls upon the face of Jasmyne. As the hug continues, Jasmyne slowly moves her hand down Terina’s lower back and pinching her sharply on the backside*
Jasmyne: Tag!
Terina: *mocking confusion* I'm it?! I'm it?! I wonder who I'll make it...Byyyyyyyyyeee!
*She giggles, waving as she faintly murmurs "Jim...or Jason?" under her breath, walking out of the camera's scope.*
*Jasmyne waves farewell to her “friend” before she struts provocatively over to a nearby garbage can. She leans against the object with her arm resting on top before knocking the surface her fist. The hatch of the can flips open and Mahavir Abha sticks his head out from inside the can, flashing his usual smile* Mahavir: “Like what you see, yes?” Jasmyne: “Oh yes.” *The two continue to grin while they stare off into the distance as the camera fades to black*
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