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Post by Cast of Heroes on Feb 27, 2008 23:06:05 GMT -5
Jim Ross: Welcome back. This next match should be a slobber knocker of the 6 man variety. Jerry “The King” Lawler: Or should you say, the 5 man and 1 woman variety? JR: Maybe I should. King: Usually you have to pay good money to see 5 men and 1 woman at a time. JR: Before you elaborate more on that, lets get to the match. Lillian Garcia: This 6-person tag match is scheduled for one fall, and is for the EWT Stables championships. *The lights fade, and the Max Payne 2 Themeby Perttu Kivilaakso comes over the PA system. Doe and Alexa King come out the main entrance way as red lights come on throughout the arena. The camera cuts to the audience. Where Exner is shown coming down out of the crowd with two masked trench-coated men. Exner, King, and Doe get into the ring, and the two trench-coated men have a seat in front row. Lillian: Making their way to the ring, the challengers, at a combined weight of 615 pounds, from The Seedy Side of Metropolis, Alexa King, Exner, and Doe…THE CAST OF HEREOS! *"Shout" by Tears For Fears comes over the PA system now, as Midnight Mystery, Chris Indigo, and Richard Clay, belts in tow, slowly make their way to the ring, taking their time to let the crowd’s boos and hisses sink in. Lillian: And the champions, weighing in at a combined weight of 829 pounds, they are your EWT Stables Champions, The Midnight Mystery, Chris Indigo, and Richard Clay, the Ministry of Peace…MINIPAX! *All six competitors are in the ring, as the referee shows each team the belts that are being fought over this evening. Each team decides just who will start out this match for them. The challengers pick Exner, while the champions select Indigo. The bell rings, and this match is ready to begin! King: Who do you think has the advantage in this match? JR: Well, as a broadcaster, I have to try and stay as unbiased as possible. Each team has their distinct advantages. Minipax has experience. They have held many of the major belts in EWT, and have been a stable for a long time, whole this is the Cast of Heroes first match as a unit. Minipax also has a size advantage. And they have 3 very gifted men on their team, while some would say that The Cast of Heroes are at an disadvantage due to having Alexa King on their team. But at the same time, Minipax doesn’t have their leader, Joe One, in this match-up. King: Those are all great points. But you also have to factor in that Indigo and One both fought in that Survival Cage match at Common Ground. JR: Most definitely. Joe and Chris are both feeling the effects of that, Exner, Alexa, and Doe haven’t had a match in EWT since November. King: Either way, it should be a great match! *Exner and Indigo start things out with a lockup in the center of the ring. Indigo gets the advantage, and Irish whips Exner. Off the rebound, Indigo hits a dropkick. Exner rolls out of the ring down to the floor. Indigo runs towards the ropes, and dives over the ropes, and hits Exner with a Tope Con Hilo. King: Well, Minipax has jumped out to a quick advantage here. *Indigo gets back up, and climbs on the apron. He then climbs up on the top rope, looking to hit something onto the outside on the rising Exner, but Jonathan Doe runs along the apron and pushes Indigo off the top rope, who lands at Exner’s feet on the floor below. JR: And Just like that, the balance of power shifts! *Exner picks up Indigo, as the referee starts his count. 1 2 *Exner puts Indigo on his shoulder, and he ram’s Chris’s head into the ring post! 3 4 5 *Exner rolls Indigo into the ring… 6 7 *…and quickly follows suit. He picks Indigo up, and looks to be ready to hit him with those deadly strikes, but Indigo is able to block a punch from each side, and goes for a kick to the gut….but Exner catches his leg! Indigo goes for an enziguri, but Exner ducks. However, Indigo catches him with a kick to the chin. Dragon Whip! Both men are done! The referee begins a “double down” count. 1 2 *Both men begin to stir… 3 4 5 *…Exner is getting close to his corner. Indigo is still a few feet from his… 6 7 8 *…Exner tags in Alexa King, while Indigo leaps and is able to tag in the Midnight Mystery! JR: My God! Will you look at this, King? King: The biggest competitor in this match is against the smallest! *Alexa hesitantly steps into the ring, as the Midnight Mystery steps over the top rope. He rushes at her, but she roll under his attack. He turns around, and is met by a dropkick by Alexa, which sends him back first into the corner. She jumps up, looking for a hurricanrana, but Midnight Mystery counters it with a VICIOUS powerbomb! JR: BAH GOD! SHE HAS A FAM- Actually, I don’t know if she does have a family. I mean, I’m sure she has parents, and I’ve heard of a sister, but I doubt she has kids or anything, but BAH GOD! King: Either way, she just got pancaked! And I don’t want to see anything about her flattened. JR: After this match, you might need something flattened. King: After this match, Alexa might need medical attention, and I need just the man who’d be willing to give that medical attention. Neck rubs, foot rubs, back rubs, front rubs… JR: Lets just try and focus on the match. *Midnight Mystery goes for a pin with his foot on Alexa’s chest. The referee begins to count… 1 2 *Doe comes into the ring and breaks up the pin. Richard Clay comes into the ring to take care of Doe, while Exner comes in to take care of Midnight Mystery. Indigo comes in last to join in on the brawl. Exner throws Midnight Mystery out of the ring, and Clay throws Doe from the ring as well. Mystery and Doe both stand up, and begin to brawl. Clay goes out to the apron, and dives onto Doe. Exner runs along the ropes parallel to the men outside, and jumps over the ropes “high-jumper” style onto the men below! Chris Indigo runs towards the ropes, jumps onto the tope rope, and springboards off onto the men below! And lastly, Alexa King gets back to her feet, runs, and dives between the top and second rope, right into Clay and Mystery! By this point the crowd is going wild! JR: To quote Gorilla Monsoon, “We have a Pier Six brawl!” King: There is one man I do not envy tonight, and that’s the referee. I would hate to have to try and restore order to this match. JR: The Cast of Heroes need to be careful here, as a count-out will not win them the titles. *The referee begins his count… 1 2 3 *….Alexa King rolls back into the ring and Exner and Doe get back on the apron… 4 5 6 *…Mystery slowly gets back to his feet. Alexa King tags Doe into the match… 7 8 *….Clay and Indigo begin to help Mystery into the ring… 9 *….Clay and Indigo are barely able to get Mystery back into the ring before the count of 10. King: Not exactly sure why they wanted to get him back in the ring and risk losing the titles. JR: In EWT, a loss is a loss, and you better believe that the Cast of Heroes would have gotten a rematch sooner rather than later. And they’d be angry…and I’m not sure Minipax would like to see them when they’re angry. *Doe gets distracted by members of the crowd trying to pick a fight with the two masked, trench-coated men at ringside. During this distraction, Midnight Mystery is able to crawl towards his corner and tag into Richard Clay, who quietly runs behind Doe and attacks him. JR: A simple mistake may have ended up costing The Cast of Heroes the match, and the titles. *Clay picks Doe up, and sets him up for the Killionare Krunch. After a little bit of a struggle, he is able to hit it with devastating force! He goes for the cover! JR: This may be it! *The referee begins to count…. 1 2 *…Doe is able to kick out in the nick of time. Clay pounds the mat in frustration. He picks Doe up, and Irish whips him. Doe comes sprinting back on the rebound, however, catching Clay off-guard, and he is able to hit Clay with a MAFIA KICK! King: The move which has ended many a match has made its return to EWT! *Doe collapses on top of Clay, as the referee begins to count…. 1 2 JR: He got him! New champs…no! He kicked out! *Clay crawls over to the corner, and tags in Midnight Mystery. Doe uses the ropes as support to pull himself back up to his feet. Midnight Mystery charges towards Doe. Doe charges at Midnight Mystery, and hits him with a MAFIA KICK! But Midnight Mystery stays on his feet! The two stare at each other, and Doe runs into the ropes, bounces off, and hits ANOTHER MAFIA KICK! But Midnight Mystery still won’t go down! JR: What can Doe do to take the big man down? *Doe goes low, this time, and kicks Midnight Mystery the kneecap. This staggers Midnight Mystery. Doe Irish whips Midnight Mystery into the ropes, and on the rebound hits Mystery with a HUGE spine buster! King: That may have moved the ring an inch or two! JR: That hurt me just looking at it! *Doe goes for the cover. Exner cuts Indigo off by hitting him with a clothesline to the outside. Alexa comes into the ring, cuts Clay off and hits him with an AK-47! The referee begins to count. 1 JR: We may have new champs here! 2 *Exner holds Chris Indigo by the waist as he tries to break up the pin… 3 *Chris Indigo falls on top of Doe, breaking up the pin, but its too late, the match is over! Lillian Garcia: Here are your winners….and NEW EWT STABLES CHAMPIONS, Alexa King, Exner, and Doe, The Cast of Heroes! Lawler: What a match. JR: The Cast of Heroes just barely came out on top in this match, and you better believe Minipax will be looking for revenge in the near future.
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Post by Cast of Heroes on Feb 27, 2008 23:07:02 GMT -5
*The Cast of Heroes celebrates their victory, as Minipax leaves. The two masked men from ringside also step into the ring. Suddenly, the Cast’s music is cut. Andy Duke walks out on stage, microphone in hand. His other arm is wrapped up in a sling. He has bandages on his face, almost a la Marv from Sin City. He is wearing jeans and a t-shirt.
Doe: What the hell do you want?
Duke: Just wanted to congratulate you on your victory. And nothing was going to stop me from seeing these rabid fans right here in-
Doe: We’re all tired of your cheap pops. Now unless you want to wrestle…oh, that’s right, you can’t. Sorry.
Duke: You’re right. I’ve been barred from wrestling thanks to your attack. But there’s nothing saying that I can’t fight. Ain’t nothing going to stop me from getting in the ring and kicking your ass.
Doe: Whoa there little buddy. We must have killed a few more brain cells than we had thought. If you thought the 3-on-1 attack at Common Ground was bad, how do you think a 5-on-1 attack is going to go?
*Duke begins to walk towards the ring.
Duke: You had the advantage at Common Ground because you played a game, and won. That game was the numbers game. I knew I could never beat you on my own, so I decided even the odds.
*The two masked men take off their trench coats, revealing…. one wearing plaid shorts and a sleeveless shirt and the other wearing tight jeans and a black vest. They remove the masks to reveal…..Syd Broderius and Patti McRath…The River City Rebels from the Tag Team Invite! They ambush Exner and Doe. Duke gets in the ring and stares in Alexa’s direction. She exits the ring. Syd picks Exner up for a power bomb, and Patti jumps up and hits him with a lung-blower! Exner rolls to the outside. Duke takes the sling from around his shoulder, and hits Doe with his hurt arm, and Doe goes down in a heap. Duke pulls something out of his wrist brace. It’s a lead pipe! A calling card of sorts for the attack at Common Ground. Duke picks up a mic.
Duke: THE CIDAL SQUAD IS BAAAAAAACCCCK! Jonathan, the numbers have just caught up with you. Just like at common ground, I see three of us, and only one of you! Syd, Patti, take care of him!
*Syd and Patti pick Doe up and toss him to the outside to Exner, who tries to catch him, but also falls down. Alexa helps them both up, and the leave the ringside area, belts in hand, through the crowd.
*Fade to Commercial*
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Post by Hensley on Feb 28, 2008 15:52:04 GMT -5
Hardcore Hensley walks down a lone street somewhere in the middle of the dark. He turns left into a dark alley. At the far right, a sign lingers above an old wooden door. It reads: Donatello's GymHensley glances over each shoulder before slowly making his entrance. He climbs a fleet of stairs to another door, and repeats himself. Behind it, he comes into what appears to be a 1990s-era gymnasium. Water even leaks from certain parts of the ceiling. Hensley eyes the facility carefully as a man approaches him out from the shadows.: I knew you'd know where to find me. Jacob Leonard stands toe to toe with Hensley. He smiles then gestures him onward.Leonard: Well, let's get to it. I'm gonna turn you into a superstar, Hensley. Hensley returns Leonard's smile, and the duo carry on themselves as we fade out.
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Post by helpus1012316 on Feb 29, 2008 11:47:06 GMT -5
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Post by williamo on Feb 29, 2008 18:59:46 GMT -5
BACKSTAGE- EWT ARENA *Sum Guy is standing by, mic in hand ready to interview a returning EWT Superstar.*
Sum Guy: Hi, I'm Sum Guy & I think springy clothes pegs are better than the other kind. I'm standing here with one of EWT's hottest rising stars...
*The camera pans back to reveal that Sum is tanding next to former Team Ireland member...*
Sum: ... Liam O'Neill!
*However, it quickly becomes apparent that Liam looks a little bit... different this evening as opposed to when he was last seen at Common Ground. Neither Tiffany, Jasmyne or Mahavir are with him. He's clad in a sleevless green T-shirt & an orange bandana as well as a pair of shades with white frames. He's grown in a little handlebar moustache & some dark stubble surrounding his natural red facial hair. He's also got a green, white & gold feather boa around his neck.*
Sum: Liam, you have the opportunity to face TJT for the EWT World Tag-Team titles. You must feel on top of the world to be able to get this chance following what your former team-mates did at Common Ground.
Liam: Well ya know somethin', Mean Gene, for as long as the Liamster's been in EWT, brother, I've never had an EWT World Tag-Team Title shot. Despite the cries of all the little Liam-Maniacs around the world, brother, Toom E. Dangerously has been afraid to puthis best tag-team to the test against the Liamster & these 14" pythons! Toom E. Dangerously & all those teams know that the minute they face the Liamster, when I've got all the Liam-Maniacs at my back, brother, from TJT to Team Raft-Shack to Minipax to the Zephyr Brothers, they all know that the Liamster & Liam-Mania are the most powerful forces in professional wrestling today, brother. So, watcha gonna do, brother, WATCHA GONNA DO WHEN LIAM-MANIA RUNS WILD ON YOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUU?!?!?!?!
*Liam walks off camera waving a finger in the air & humming "Real American".*
Sum: But I have more questions...
*Liam is already well out of ear shot.*
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Post by teamireland on Feb 29, 2008 19:19:18 GMT -5
*"For Those Who Fight Further" plays as Marcus Trunk, with the EWT Tri-State Title strapped securely around his waist, makes his way through the curtain.*
Tony "The Garc" Garcya: The following match is scheduled for one fall, and it is for the EWT Tri-State Championship! Making his way to the ring from Detroit, Michigan, weighing in at 305 pounds, he is the defending EWT Tri-State Champion...MARCUS...TRUNK!!
*Trunk pounds his fists on the stage as the white pyro explodes behind him. He walks to the ring gesturing to his newly-won belt, as he soaks up the cheers of the fans.* *Trunk stands in the ring awaiting the arrival of Aidan Donnelly. The familiar strains of Dropkick Murphys' "I'm Shipping Up To Boston" begin playing over the Toomi-Tron speakers as Coach O'Hare, Hurley in one hand, mic in the other, makes his entrance on to the rampway. O'Hare is alone, however, which gives Trunk pause for a moment. O'Hare raises the mic to his mouth, but before he can even speak, the audience are already booing louder.* O'Hare: If you'll let me speak for a wee minute here! *Boos.* O'Hare: You may have noticed that Aidan isn't here with me this evening. And that's the fault of that fella right there. *O'Hare points towards Trunk in the ring as the crowd cheers. A smirk crosses Trunk's face.* O'Hare: Now, anyone else might just let this slip on by & forfeit the match, but that's not the way Team Ireland do things. And so, tonight subbing for Aidan Donnelly, weighing in at a sculpted 182lbs, from Donegal, Ireland, he comprised one half of the greatest EWT World Tag-Team Champions of all-time, a team that beat Marcus Trunk & former partner Rick Raskall time & time again, he is "The Don Juan of Donegal" & the next EWT Tri-State Champion... SEAN... MCCANN!!! *"Cold Sweat" by Thin Lizzy starts playing over the speakers & Sean McCann emerges from the back. He races to the ring discarding his silver waistcoat & shades along the way. The very second Sean enters, Trunk aims a clothesline right at him. Sean ducks it & hits the ropes on the opposite side of the ring. Trunk attempts to catch Sean with a Spinebuster, but Sean manages to reverse it into a Tornado DDT.*
DING-DING! Russ: Sean McCann going for one of his signature moves very early in the match. East: Sean's no dummy. He saw a good chance to put Trunk away quickly & he's seizing that opportunity with both hands. *Sean goes for a cover right away, but Trunk powers out of it before the ref can even give a one count. Sean tries to whip Trunk towards the ropes, but Trunk reverses it & sends Sean to the ropes instead.Trunk catches Sean with a snap Power Slam & goes for a cover of his own.* 1.. 2... *Sean "Matrixes" out of the cover & confidently strides to the corner. As Sean points towards his temple with the "I'm so smart" gesture, Trunk crushes him from behind with a splash. Trunk grabs a dazed Sean by the waist & attempts to take him over with a German Suplex. Trunk tosses Sean right over his head & Sean manages to land on his feet, albeit still a bit woozy. Trunk spins right around & uses the momentum to catch Sean with a discus clothesline. Sean is sent spinning as O'Hare yells on the outside. Trunk drags Sean back to his feet, but Sean begins to fight back against the (much) bigger man. Sean lands a kick to Trunk's midsection & attempts to go for a Sunset Flip. But Sean can't quite manage to bring Trunk over. A smile crosses Trunk's face as Sean struggles. Trunk simply drops down, Rikishi-style, landing on Sean's chest & forcing the wind out of him. Trunk gets back to his feet & readies himself to hit a lariat on Sean. As McCann gets back to his feet the crowd are cheering in anticipation. The referee is busy watching Sean. Trunk gets ready to charge when O'Hare shoves his Hurley in the ring, right at the level of Trunk's ankle. Trunk stumbles & turns around to face O'Hare. Trunk argues with O'Hare who leaps onto the apron to dispute the scandalous slur against his character. Trunk grabs O'Hare by the head & snapmares him over the ropes & into the ring. Trunk is cracking his knuckles, preparing to lay into the insidious Team Ireland Coach.*
Russ: Marcus Trunk is finally about to get his hands on Coach O'Hare! He's been wanting to to this since last year! East: O'Hare can take 'im! Just wait & see!
*He's been so focussed on O'Hare that he's forgotten all about Sean, who has been using this time to position himself behind Trunk & scale the ropes. As Trunk stands over O'Hare, Sean McCann attacks Trunk with a Missile Dropkick from behind & the Coach rolls out of Trunk's way & right out of the ring.*
Russ: That coward, Sean McCann, he has to attack Marcus Trunk from behind, it's the only way he can get an advantage over him. East: Face facts, Nick. Trunk just wasn't smart enough to anticipate Sean's dexterity & the fact that he can come from any angle in the ring.
*Sean perfoms a quick Double Stomp on Trunk's back & takes a few steps back as he prepares to give Trunk a kick in the head, Randy Orton-style. Trunk scouts out Sean's kick. Sean misses & his foot goes through the ropes. Trunk clubs Sean on the back & gives him a Back Suplex. Sean hits the mat hard. Trunk goes for a cover...*
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*Trunk lifts Sean's shoulder off the mat & smiles.*
Russ: Oh, looks as if Trunk isn't done with Sean yet. East: His over confidence could wind up costing him here. Trunk has NEVER been victorious against a Sean McCann before.
*Trunk picks Sean up & sets him up for a canadian Backbreaker, but Sean manages to wiggle his way out of it & grabs Trunk with a School Boy Roll-Up, holding on to Trunk's tights.*
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Russ: Look at Trunk's face. That surprise roll-up was probably a little too close for comfort for the big man from Michigan! East: You can say that again. I bet Trunk will think twice before underestimating Sean McCann again.
*Trunk is shocked that Sean even had the wherewithal to pull that off. He stands back a little as Sean shoots him a cocky smirk & holds his fingers up in a "this close" gesture. Trunk aims to tackle Sean, Sean slips under Trunk's legs, but Trunk is quick enough to catch him as he slips out the other side. Trunk grabs Sean's neck with both hands & tosses him overhead with a Crackerjack. Sean flies so far he nearly goes out of the ring. He lands near to O'Hare who pulls Sean out of the ring. O'Hare starts walking to the back with Sean.*
Russ: What? Where the hell are these cowards going? Sean has a match to finish? East: Nothing wrong with taking a little breather from the action, Nick.
*Aidan Donnelly also emerges from the back, crutches & all, to check on Sean as the referee has begun a 10-count.*
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*Trunk exits the ring & head up the ramp after the Team Ireland members & grabs Sean from the arms of O'Hare. Running at full speed, Trunk brings Sean back to the ring & tosses him right in under the bottom rope.*
*Sean rolls to the middle of the ring, quite obviously in pain. Trunk rolls into the ring under the bottom rope, and stands over Sean with a confident look in his eye. He pounds the mat with his hands, and then locks his arms around the prone Sean's waist.*
East: Oh no, is he setting up for... Russ: He's going for Trunk Buster #3! The wheelbarrow Uranage!
*With Sean in the Trunk Buster #3 position, Trunk hoists Sean up in the air. But at the height of the move, Sean manages to hook his arm around Trunk's head, and counters the Trunk Buster into the Donegal Drop!*
East: YES! DONEGAL DROP! Russ: I can't believe it! Sean McCann counters the move into the Donegal Drop! This one could be over!
*Sean is still down on the mat, the Donegal Drop having taken a bit out of him, but Trunk is on his back as well. Sean manages to get to his feet, then wearily points toward the top rope.*
Russ: Sean McCann is having thoughts about going up top. East: He's got the big man down! Now's the best time to go high-risk!
*Sean goes up to the top, with his back facing Trunk. He stands up on the top rope and makes a "belt around the waist" gesture, then shouts "FOR IRELAND!" and backflips off the top with the Dublin Stomp. But Trunk manages to roll out of the way just in time.*
Russ: Sean McCann missing the Dublin Stomp! And it looks like he came down badly on that one!
*Sean is clutching his right leg, trying to shake out the pain. Coach O'Hare takes this time to jump on the apron and distract the referee. While the referee is preoccupied with O'Hare, Aidan rolls into the ring and limps over to Sean, and hands him one of his crutches.*
Russ: What the hell is Aidan Donnelly doing? He doesn't belong in this match!
*Sean takes the crutch and gets to his feet, winding it up and preparing to crack it across Trunk's head. When Trunk maintains a vertical base, Sean takes a big swing at him. Trunk ducks the crutch shot, and Sean ends up hitting Aidan instead!*
*The referee hears the crutch shot, and turns around to see what happened. He sees Aidan clutching his chest in pain from the crutch shot, and attempts to eject him from the ring. But while that is going on, Coach O'Hare has grabbed the other crutch, and sneaks up behind Trunk. O'Hare raises the crutch up behind his head, waiting for Trunk to turn around. When Trunk turns around, he sees O'Hare swinging the crutch down. But Trunk ducks again, and O'Hare ends up cracking Sean upside the head with the crutch! O'Hare looks on in horror at what he's done!
Russ: Sean takes the crutch to the head! The interference backfires twice!
*The referee has finally disposed of Aidan, and now he tries to get O'Hare out of the ring. Trunk tosses the remains of Aidan's crutches out of the ring, and brings Sean to his feet. But Sean pops up and nails Trunk in the head with a desperation enzuigiri. Sean stomps and pumps his fists like a house on fire, and comes off the ropes. But Trunk immediately puts a stop to Sean's burst of energy by catching him with the Trunk Buster!*
Russ: Trunk hits the Trunk Buster on McCann! This one is all over!
*The referee gets back into position and makes the count.*
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DING-DING-DING!
Garcya: Here is your winner, and still the EWT Tri-State Champion...MARCUS...TRUNK!!
*The referee hands the belt to Trunk, who stands up and holds the belt up high, as the crowd cheers him on. The battered and defeated Team Ireland makes their way up the ramp, with O'Hare looking completely frustrated with himself and his team.*
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Post by Tea & Crumpets on Mar 3, 2008 13:19:32 GMT -5
*Fade in from commercial* Announcer: The following contest is a tag team match, and it is scheduled for 1 fall! *‘Beer’ by Reel Big Fish hits the PA, and as the guitars pick up, out come Chad Michaels and Mike Corral of Rated X!* Announcer: Introducing first, from Miami Florida, and San Diego California, at a combined weight of 475lbs, Chad Michaels and Mike Corral, they are RATED X!! *Rated X walk to the ring, high fiving the fans as the audience show their appreciation of this experienced tag team with continuous cheering. Both of them slide into the ring and pose atop the turnbuckles for the fans, who continue with the cheers. They then jump down and go to their corner engaged in a team talk, their eyes never leaving the entrance way.* *‘Emerald Sword’ by Rhapsody now starts over the PA. The audience are quiet at first, but once the Highland Diamonds come out, a mixed reception is received, but primarily boos.* Announcer: And introducing their opponents, at a combined weight of 482 lbs, Angus MacAngus, The Emerald Warrior, The Highland Diamonds! *Neither man bothers to acknowledge the fans at first. They both walk down to the ring, but Emerald Warrior seizes a fan’s Rated X sign from ringside. He walks into the ring and strides straight over to Michaels and Corral, and rips the sign apart in front of them. He throws the tattered paper in their faces, but neither rises to the bait. The bell then rings and we are underway* *As soon as the bell has rung Michaels rushes Warrior and takes him down with a running forearm. Angus and Corral step to the apron, leaving the other 2 men to the match. Michaels wants Warrior up, and the minute he stands, Michaels lets loose with a flurry of right hands, then boots Warrior in the stomach and backs him to the ropes. He Irish whips Warrior and then catches him with a beautiful high dropkick as he rebounds. He covers but Warrior is out before 1. Michaels doesn’t let up and applies a front facelock. He transitions it to a side headlock then goes behind into a hammerlock. He lifts Warrior as if for a back suplex, but then turns and drops Warrior crotch first on the top rope!* Joey Styles: Ouch, smart move there from Michaels. His great ring positioning just put the Emerald Warrior in a very painful position. * Michaels hooks Emerald Warrior up, almost as though he is going for a variation on his Open Heart Surgery, but Warrior falls off the ropes onto the apron. He elbows Michaels in the back of the head, then jumps off the apron and hits a Neckbreaker, dropping Michaels’ neck onto the top rope! Warrior slides back in and hurries over to Michaels, but Michaels ducks and rolls, hitting his Lariat From Heaven! Warrior is dazed and disoriented, and Michaels capitalizes off his signature move, hooking Warrior up for a vertical suplex. Warrior slips out and frantically makes the tag to MacAngus, who warily enters, keeping a cool head. Chad also tags out to Corral, and Rated X confidently exchange places.* Styles: The Highland Diamonds will be glad they made the switch there, as Michaels was starting to build some steam on the Emerald Warrior. * MacAngus and Corral lock up. Corral scores with an armdrag, and transitions it into a seated hammerlock. MacAngus struggles on the mat, before ducking under to alleviate the pressure, and ducking under again to apply his own hammerlock. He then adds a half nelson, then ducks under and in front of Corral and takes him over with a snapmare, applying a chinlock. Corral fights it, and rolls out and gets an arm wringer. MacAngus struggles, then spins through on the arm wringer and gets a keylock. Corral drops to his back and rolls backwards, breaking the hold. We get a stand off as the fans applaud this technical wrestling display, but MacAngus sucker punches Corral with a vicious right hook and a knee lift, sending the smaller member of Rated X to the mat. * Styles: Complete and utter lack of sportsmanship there from MacAngus. A tremendous mat wrestling display, and he ruins it with a sucker punch. * MacAngus backs Corral into the ropes, and unloads with a series of lefts and rights, his boxing background paying off as Corral sinks down. The referee makes him back off at 5, and MacAngus does so. He then rushes in for a kick, but Corral pulls down the middle rope in an attempt to send MacAngus to the floor. Angus almost falls through, but catches the top rope to steady himself and drops on Corral with an axe handle, preventing him from making a tag. Angus hauls Corral up and lays in with some knee strikes to the body, before hip-tossing Corral to the middle of the ring. He whips Mike into a neutral corner and attempts a shoulder charge, but Corral hauls on the ropes and gets above MacAngus, MacAngus’ shoulder crashing into the post! Corral then lets his weight go and catches MacAngus in a sunset flip out of the corner! 1…….
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No! Angus rolls out and drops into a side headlock. Corral gets a headscissors counter, but Angus rolls out and punts Corral in the chest, again stopping any sign of hold trading. Angus then hits a big suplex on Corral, and makes the tag to the Emerald Warrior. Angus picks Corral up for a back suplex but then flips him over to his feet. Warrior catches Corral by the head then runs at the corner, trying to bulldog Corral into the top buckle. Corral counters at the last moment though, and lifts Warrior, dropping him onto the buckle and letting him hang in a tree of woe! Corral gets a back elbow on Angus and throws his weight backwards, forcing himself and Angus into Rated X’s corner and making the tag to Chad Michaels! Michaels is in fast, and him and Corral hti a double suplex on Angus, before picking him up and whipping him hard, sending him head over heels like a cannonball into Emerald Warrior! Both of them are now hung in a Tree of Woe, and Rated X take aim, then hit a double dropkick on the two of them! Both Diamonds collapse out of the corner, and Rated X quickly grab Warrior, setting up and hitting the X Marks the Spot! Warrior falls in a heap, and they instantly follow with Corral elevating Michaels for the Total iMPACT! Michaels holds for a pin 1…….
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Kick out!* Styles: Excellent double team manoeuvres there from Rated X, they saw their chance and took it, taking back the momentum in the match! * Michaels picks up Warrior and tries a Goodbye 2 Waking, but Warrior dead-weights, then ducks under and hauls Michaels up, dropping him right on the top of his head in a nasty Backdrop Driver! Michaels is folded up so fast though that he ends up back on his feet and rushes for a Collision Course! He gets it, wait, no! Warrior dodged at the last minute, then caught him with a running superkick of his own- the Sparkling Gemstone! Warrior takes a moment to collect himself, then pins Michaels 1……….
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No! Undeterred, Warrior picks Michaels up and locks him in a cravate, perhaps trying for his Emerald Cutter. Michaels blocks it with a well placed kick to the back of Emerald Warrior’s knee. Michaels spins Warrior round and then whips him to the ropes. He leapfrogs over Warrior, but Warrior manages to put the brakes on and grabs Michaels in a rear waistlock. He goes for a German suplex, but Michaels flips onto his knees, then gets to his feet. Warrior whips Michaels off now and sets up for a backdrop, but Michaels sees it coming and kicks Warrior in the face, then in the stomach, and goes for the Say Hi to Chi-Town MF’A! Warrior gets out before he hits it, and quickly scores with a DDT on Michaels. Cover: 1………….
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Kick out!* Styles: This one is one heck of a back and forth contest, the momentum is constant shifting from 1 team to the other. *Warrior finally manages to slow things down, applying a chinlock sleeper. The crowd start clapping for Michaels to revive as he fades. The referee raises his arm, and it drops once! He raises it, and it drops a 2nd time! He raises it again, but Michaels keeps his arm up! He fights to his feet and starts battling out, with an elbow to the gut, then another, then breaking free with a third. He fakes to run to the ropes, then changes direction and hits a blind calf kick on Warrior, who rushed in to chase him! Michaels picks Warrior up and hits a fisherman suplex, bridging for a pin! 1……
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No! Michaels is quick to rally, and keeps hold of the leg, transitioning the failed bridge into a small package! 1……
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No! Michaels drags Warrior to his corner and makes the tag to Corral. Michaels pins Warrior’s legs down, trapping him in place as Corral ascends, then scores with a high impact moonsault! Mike gets up from it quickly and follows with the Shooting Saint Press! He holds for a pin 1…….
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3-No! MacAngus dashed across the ring and broke it up at the last minute! Michaels is in too, and he’s waffled Angus with a big forearm, then another. Corral goes for Warrior, and Rated X pick up both Diamonds and take them to opposite ring ropes, then whip them off. The Diamonds meet in the middle and perform a do-ce-do, sending themselves 180 degrees round and back at their original attackers, who simultaneously toss both Diamonds to the apron! Both of them hang on, and counter with a right hook to Rated X. Michaels staggers while Corral is knocked into the middle. Angus hooks Michaels up, trying for a suplex off the apron to the floor, but Michaels turns in midair, landing next to Angus on the apron, and hitting a dangerous Russian Leg Sweep off the apron to the floor! Meanwhile, Warrior has jumped, going for a springboard, but as he is in midair Corral pulls off a spinning wheel kick, catching Warrior right in the mouth! The Triple X Superstar sees both Angus and his team-mate on the floor, then smirks at the crowd and makes a flipping gesture with his hands. He readies himself, and hits the far ropes, running at both men on the floor, then leaping over the ropes, pulling off a spectacular 360 corkscrew tope con hilo onto them both! The fans get a big “Holy Crap” chant going after this. All 3 men start to get up, and then the Emerald Warrior is rising in the ring. He approaches then climbs a turnbuckle by all 3 other competitors as they get to their feet, then leaps and spins around for a 360 body press, but Michaels gets out of the way! Now both Diamonds and Corral are down, as Michaels rolls in. He then also sets up, and runs to the far ropes before rebounding and hitting a big suicide dive over the top rope onto them all!* Styles: OH MY GOD! Incredible series of dives there by these men, they will do anything to themselves to win. *Both teams are down for a considerable time, the ring count climbing to 7, until Michaels struggles up and rolls Emerald Warrior into the ring. He quickly makes a cover 1……….
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Warrior kicks out! Michaels starts to pick up Emerald Warrior, but as he does so the Warrior surges up and hit a big hotshot, dropping Chad on the top rope throat first. He then makes the tag to Angus, who has made his way back to the apron. Angus comes in, and they ready for a double superkick, but Michaels ducks it. They improvise however and hits a double elbow, then stomp away at him in their team’s corner. Angus then lifts Michaels to the buckles, and tries to set up a Superplex. Michaels blocks it, punching free, and he tries for the Coca-Cola Cliff Drop, but Angus clenches his knuckles, stopping his arms being pulled back. Emerald Warrior hits a big uppercut on Chad, dazing him, then Angus readies, and hits a super Northern Lights Suplex! He follows it by rolling back, turning Michaels over, and applying a Cloverleaf! Michaels is hurting, but then Corral comes in and grabs Angus, hitting the G2W! He sets himself for another Shooting Saint Press, but Emerald Warrior re-enters, and boots Corral, lifting him up and hitting a Brainbuster! He then climbs the corner, readying for a Skytwister Press, but Michaels knocks his legs away as he jumps, and Warrior’s body is propelled out to the floor, his head ricocheting off the top turnbuckle in the process! Michaels looks on as Warrior is down on the outside and now bleeding, and he then turns to Angus. Him and Corral nod to one another, then each run to the ropes, Michaels first hitting the There It Is, then Corral duplicating him, scoring with the Dragon’s Fury! Michaels covers as Corral rolls off 1……..
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3-no! Angus somehow just kicked out!* Styles: Good grief! How did he kick out of that? Rated X just hit 2 of their signature moves back to back! *Rated X are in shock. They look at each other briefly, quickly deciding what to do next. They signal to the fans, then Chad sets Angus up as Corral climbs the corner. They’re going for the Suspense Rana. Mike jumps, Chad lets go, but Angus turns it in midair into an Aberdeen Destroyer off Chad’s shoulders! He sees Chad coming and manages to headbutt him, and yells at Warrior to get in. Emerald Warrior is on rubbery legs and his suit is covered in blood as he comes in. They’re setting Chad up for the International Acclaim. Angus drapes Chad upside down on his shoulders as Warrior hits the ropes. He hits the dropkick through Angus’ legs, and Angus uses this to lift Chad into an Electric Chair lift. Warrior hits the ropes and jumps, aiming for Michaels as MacAngus pitches him forwards, face first. It’s all set, but somehow, Corral gets a spurt of energy and rushes MacAngus under and from behind, lifting him even as Michaels and Warrior are falling. Warrior gets the DDT, but Michaels has shifted his weight so his leg is over MacAngus’ neck, and Corral hauls Angus up then drops him down, and even as the Highland Diamonds complete the International Acclaim sequence, Rated X somehow pull off an Assisted Suicide! All 4 men are down and out, as the fans rise to their feet, applauding loudly and frantically cheering for Rated X to get up and finish the Diamonds off!* Styles: What a tag team exchange there, some spectacular double teams and counters by both teams. Rated X have controlled most of the match, can they get the pinfall over Angus and the Warrior here? Rated X and the Highland Diamonds both claw their way to their feet. Angus and Michaels get into an exchange of punches and chops, while Warrior and Corral tie up. Warrior gets a headlock, and Angus shifts the tide in his brawl, stunning Chad with a straight boxing punch to the chin, and also applying a headlock. They run at each other, ramming Rated X’s heads together, then both apply school boys! 1…….
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Double Kick out! The Diamonds pick Rated X up and go for a double whip. Both are sent off, but sidestep each other. They try for elbow smashes, Corral nails Angus, but Michaels is caught by the Warrior. Warrior goes for an Emerald Fusion, but Chad slips out and gets an inverted facelock, then rolls and hits the Heartbreak! He tells Corral to go up, and he picks Emerald Warrior up. They’re readying for the Dead Presidents, Corral jumps, but Angus cuts him off with the Sweet Bagpipe Music! Warrior fights out of the wheelbarrow and pulls down Michaels, the two are scrapping on the floor and brawl to their feet while Angus goes to his corner and picks up his kilt. Quick as a flash, he throws it in the referee’s face, obscuring his view long enough for him to nail a low blow on Michaels! Styles: Oh no! MacAngus just blinded the referee in order to break the rules, and low blow Michaels! Angus passes Chad over to Warrior, while he grabs Corral by the hair and viciously tosses him through the ropes, Corral landing hard on the floor! Warrior lifts Michaels up, as Angus climbs the corner. Angus dives for the stomp as Warrior connects with the Drill, there it is, the Scottish Jewel Drop! Warrior covers as Angus blocks Corral from re-entering. 1……..
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3! They got it!* Styles: Dammit! The Diamonds used that distraction to steal the win from Rated X! *Emerald Sword starts on the PA once again. The Diamonds are quick to get out of the ring and walk up the ramp smirking, as an angry Corral and dazed Michales watch them with frustrated expressions.*
*Fade to backstage. Sum Guy is about to start speaking until MacAngus steps in front of him, blocking the camera’s view of him. Emerald Warrior can be seen in the background with a physio, he has an ice pack on his groin and the physio is tending to his head wound.*
MacAngus: Was tha’ enough for yah, Rated X? Face it boys, it’s over fah ye noo. Chad Michaels, ya entrance song asks if ye’ll bite tha hands tha’ feeds? Ya better not bite tha hand that feeds ye, since it’s gonna be tha only means o’ sustenance for ye while you’re lyin’ in that full body cast in tha hospital, been fed by a nurse through a tube after what we did ta ye tonight. Mike Corral, get yah bandana, get yah wifebeater, get yah bling bling chains an’ crap, an go back tah tha streets with tha other gangland failures where yah belong, cause you aren’t cut oot fer it here mah boy. Yah say yer name’s Rated X, well others say another thing aboot tha letter X. They say X marks tha spot, an’ it certainly does fer ye. It marks where you, and your careers, have been buried thanks ta us tonight.
Warrior: Corral, Michaels, who did you 2 think you were tonight? You tore my mask, you hurt my crotch, and you cut my head open!
*Winces and bats away the physio’s hand from his cut*
You violated me, and the only kind of violation I like is Violator from the Spawn series! Ands trust me, he’s far tougher than you guys will ever be. Heck, that 8 year old kid whose ‘Oh Em Gee, I Heart Rated Ecks” sign I pinched is tougher than you. We proved you’re both nothing more than a pair of EWBITs, Emo White Boy Indy Trash. Go back to the indies, go back to flipping around at carnivals in front of 12 people and a Labrador, cause your EWT careers may as well end right now.
MacAngus: But onto tha champs. TJT, ye can’t ignore us much longer! Rated X are down, an’ if we have to we’ll eliminate every other team until tha only option is ta give us a title shot! An’ when you do, tha belts are coming ta us.
Warrior: You call me “the guy nobody cares about”….Right….erm, quick question- Jason, who really gives a dime about your mentally challenged sibling Jack? Exactly. Mock us or ignore us much longer, and we’ll give you a problem that even your massively inflated egos can’t deal with.
MacAngus: TJT, EWT, be prepared! SCOTLAND FOREVER!
*MacAngus smacks the camera, knocking it to the floor and presenting a ground-level view of the Diamonds as we cut to a commercial.*
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Post by Gigantor Maximus on Mar 3, 2008 16:58:41 GMT -5
*Silvertide's "Ain't Coming Home" starts up on the speakers, and out walks Jack Jupiter, his hair tied back as he dons a smile on his face, hands on his hips as the fans meet him with a mixture of boos and laughs. He raises an eyebrow, wondering what the matter is, and makes his move to the ring.*
Toni "The Garc" Garcya: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, introducing first, from San Diego, California, weighing in at 219lbs... JAAAAAAAAACK JUPI~TEEEEEERRRRRR!!!
*Quickly he gets into the ring, scaling a turnbuckle and aimlessly launching his arms about for no foreseeable reason. Turning around, he leaps down, checking on his speed to prepare for his most voracious opponent, his music fading out.* *"China White" begins playing & the Toomitron goes black as white letters followed by black & white images flash across it. The lights in the arena drop, focusing at the top of the entrance ramp. Dry Ice is pumped out & a silhouette is seen against the smoke. Gigantor Maximus emerges from the fog. He has a chain wrapped around his neck, he holds one end of the chain in each hand. He stomps down the ramp, shaking his arms & rattling his chain as much as he can. Gigantor stomps on down the ramp; roaring as he goes. Jack can be seen with a puzzled look on his face.* "TG": And his opponent, standing 7' 11" tall & weighing in at an astonishing 578lbs, he is the largest competitor in EWT, from the Land of the Giants... This is GIGANTOOOOOOOR MAAAAX~I~MUUUUUUUUUS!!! *The crowd chuckle as Gigantor stomps all the way down the ramp, shaking his chain & trying his best to look imposing. Much like at Common Ground, Gigantor has to use the ring ropes like a ladder to get into the ring. He continues to stomp his way around the ring, beating his chest & rattling his chain* "GRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRGGGGGHHHHHHH!!!" *Gigantor puffs himself up to look as big as possible. Both men walk towards one another, and the referee calls for the bell.* DING DING DING! *Jack and Gigantor are standing mere inches from one another, Jack Jupiter leaning his head down at a 60 degree angle in order to effectively stare down at Gigantor, the "giant" glaring fiercely at him. Jack suddenly puts his head back at normal height, scratching his head in confusion as he examines the skinnier man. Young Jupiter then tilts his head, as if pondering something as Gigantor Maximus continues staring him "down." Suddenly something in the young man's head clicks, as he smiles in jubilance, a finger in the air as if he's made some form of amazing discovery. In moments, Jack Jupiter is suddenly on his knees, the now-taller Gigantor Maximus technically standing above him.* *Jack looks up at Gigantor, who bares his arms, signaling for a test of strength. Jack Jupiter obliges, locking up as the pair interlock their fingers like the teeth on a zipper. At first, Jack pushes at normal strength which is sadly almost enough to tip the tiny giant over, but quickly finds himself being "overwhelmed" by the power being thrust upon him by Gigantor Maximus. Even though the smaller guy is finding himself hard-pressed to actually turn Jack's palms upside-down at the same time, he manages to do this. Jack begins screaming at an unbelievably high volume, somewhere between Melina and Daffney. His hands aren't hardly being turned up at all, but the "pain" he is feeling leaves him unable to put up a fight as he crumples to the mat. The fans burst into laughter as Jack crumples to the mat, over-wringing his arms as Gigantor flexes what little biceps he has.* *Jack rolls onto his back, breathing rather heavily as Gigantor steps onto his chest, walking off to little to no effect. Once more, he walks over Jack's chest, stopping mid-trip and giving off a war-cry-like roar, his supple arms thrown up into the air like a maniac. He walks off again, Jack grabbing his chest now as it heaves much, much more than it was earlier on in the match. Gigantor grabs Jack Jupiter by the head, lifting him up in position for a...a...BODY SLAM! He obviously can't seem to pick up Jack too well as he does his best to pick up the much taller man (to little success), but suddenly with one extra pull, Jack rockets into the air, crash-landing on his back as he fumbles around and writhes while nursing it. Yet again does Gigantor Maximus show off his power, but the crowd seems completely unimpressed and laughs at the entire spectacle. Jack meanwhile places an arm behind his back, groaning from the "damage" that has been done to him as direct result of the body slam!* *Gigantor lets out a roar & he lifts Jack up off the mat. Surprisingly, he lifts Jack without much bother. Gigantor whips Jack off to the ropes. From the sheer force of Gigantor's throw, Jack goes tumbling out over the ropes & onto the floor. He gets back to his feet then wanders around in a circle for a moment before falling right on his face on the ramp. Gigantor exits the ring, once more, using the ropes as a form of ladder to clamber over. He picks up Jack Jupiter by his tights & the scruff of his neck & rolls him back into the ring. He does so with such force that Jack rolls clean across the ring & nearly out the other side. Gigantor re-enters, clambering over the ropes. He stomps his way over to where Jack lies & yanks the younger Jupiter back to a standing position. Jack is immediately back on his feet, albeit, rather dazed looking. Gigantor reaches his right hand backwards then wraps it around the neck of Jack. He hoists Jack in the air then gives him a vicious Chokeslam. Jack flops about on the mat like a fish, his back bucking & spasming wildly. As Jack flops on the mat, Gigantor places a foot on his chest. The ref counts...* 1... 2... JACK GETS A SHOULDER UP! *Jack rather feebly flails a shoulder up at the last second. Gigantor yanks Jack back to his feet again & goes for the Gigantor Bomb. Jack bounces off the mat, practically backflipping from his back. Gigantor rolls Jack over again & places a foot on his chest again. Once more, the ref counts...* 1... 2... KICKOUT! *Gigantor is flabbergasted. He picks up Jack once more & signals that he is going for the Super Destructo Bomb. Gigantor places Jack's head between his legs & tries to lift him up. Jack doesn't budge. Gigantor tries again & again. The strain of trying to lift Jack is showing on his face. He tries once more & Jack sends Gigantor flying with a back body drop.*
*Gigantor is now clutching at his back. He gets right back up in Jack's face... uh... chin. Gigantor whips Jack towards a corner & Jack flips into the turnbuckles & right out of the ring onto the floor where he continues to flop around like crazy. Gigantor follows him out again & whips Jack to the security railing. Jack goes flipping over that too & lands in the midst of the fans. He wanders back to the rail & is climbing over it when Gigantor grabs him by the neck & loins. Gigantor gives Jack a huge beal back to the ringside area & Jack flies so far that he nearly lands at the entrance ramp again. Jack, in mock exhaustion, pauses to "get his breath" for a moment. Gigantor is not content to let his opponent rest & hits him with a crap looking lariat. Jack goes spinning as a result. Gigantor pounds his chest again & once more, rolls Jack into the ring.*
*Gigantor clambers over the ropes & into the ring again. He yanks Jack up & bashes his head against a turnbuckle. The impact causes Jack to go flipping backwards & land on the opposite side of the ring. Gigantor picks Jack up once more & whips him off to the ropes. Jack rebounds & Gigantor nails him with a Big Boot. Jack wanders around Gigantor in a full circle before flopping to the mat Ric Flair-style & convulsing like a man possessed.*
*Gigantor picks Jack up once again & sets him up for the Super Destructo Bomb!!!! Jack flips up onto Gigantor's shoulders... but Gigantor can't hold Jack up in position for too long. Jack comes crashing down on top of Gigantor Maximus & sits on his chest. Jack reaches back & grabs Gigantor's legs as the ref rushes over to count...*
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DING-DING-DING!
*"Ain't Coming Home" starts playing again & the ref raises a suddenly not exhausted Jack Jupiter's arm.*
"T.G.": Here is your winner... JAAAAAAACK JUPITEEEEEERRRRRRR!!!
*Jack rolls out of the ring smirking & waving at the raging Gigantor Maximus who wonders how on earth such a small man managed to beat him.*
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Sigma: Current SRW Champ!
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Post by Sigma: Current SRW Champ! on Mar 3, 2008 21:44:09 GMT -5
After watching Minipax cough up the Stable Championship to Cast of Heroes, Sigma goes into the Minipax Office, with his Toolshed Title belt in tow. Sigma is not pleased with the current events. He finds Clay, Mystery and Indigo nursing their wounds.
Sigma: What the hell was that?
Indigo: What do you mean?
Sigma: You lost your belts to a stable that hasn’t been around here for more than a week!
Clay: Yeah…And?
Sigma: AND?! AND?! Minipax is supposed to be the cream of the crop. You shouldn’t be losing to anybody, especially to a woman!
Indigo: They caught us off guard and we didn’t expect her to be so strong.
Sigma: You think that’s a valid excuse?
Indigo: Yes.
Sigma: That’s a very lame excuse.
*looks at Richard Clay*
You’re the Killionaire. You’re supposed to be able to handle anybody. You should have taken care of that masked freak Exner. Instead, you look like some cheap ham and egger that is pulled from the streets to fight for a nickel.
*Looks at Midnight Mystery*
You’re the Midnight Mystery. You’re bigger, faster, stronger and more intelligent than that half-wit Jonathan Doe. You should have easily dispatched that imbecile into oblivion. You’re much better than this.
*Looks at Christopher Indigo*
Indigo: Yes?
Sigma: You’re the most embarrassing of them all. You not only choked when it was least convient, you let Alexa King take you out. ALEXA GODDAMNED KING!!!! You should never let someone as inferior as her take you out! What makes it worse is that you held onto this belt for quite a while. You know better than to let anybody get in your way!!! And that goes for all 3 of you. You need to get out of this funk that you have been in for the past couple of months and start winning! What I’m hearing from the rumor mill is that The Platinum Association is starting to launch an all out assault against us. We stand no chance if we show to everybody that we can’t beat a woman. They didn’t get lucky, you performed really horridly. It was shambollock. I joined Minipax because I wanted to be around the best. Seeing you three in action today was nothing short of embarrassing.
Clay: Sigma, you’re right.
Sigma: About time you see things in a different light. Now remember this. You’re the best of the best. You shouldn’t be losing to anybody. Not even ladies. Now, I must be off. I have a tournament I need to get too. That top prize of $750,000 is mine.
Sigma walks out of the office in a lighter mood, and holding a deck of cards.
Indigo: What’s with the cards?
Clay: Maybe he plays poker.
Mystery: AOPBNAIOFBHAPONENIOAHUAHFA!
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Post by Hensley on Mar 4, 2008 16:58:35 GMT -5
Howard Finkel takes up his microphone in the center of the ring.Fink: Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, out of Salem, weighing in at two hundred and forty-five pounds, Rellik! Cameras turn to the far corner, where Rellik is shown already in the ring. A cameraman on the apron attempts to zoom in on him, but Rellik spits blood over the lenses.youtube.com/watch?v=NSvStbfSSLIFink: And his opponent, hailing from Richmond, Virginia, he weighed in this morning at approximately two hundred and fifty-two pounds, Hardcore Hensley! The fans rise from their seats as Hensley waltzes out onto the stage. He appears with a completely different look. Black and dark green shorts (similar to the Briscoes' ring attire) with "Hensley" written down the right pant leg cover his lower body. "Hotter Than Hell" Jacob Leonard follows closely behind him with a satisfied look upon his face. He claps it up, and the crowd joins in, showing their own approval. Hensley slowly struts down the ramp then hops on the apron. The entire time he holds a stern look on his face. He enters the ring, and stares down his competitor. Rellik shoots him a sharp glare in return. Hensley visits a couple of turnbuckles before hanging back in his own corner. Leonard continues clapping it up with the crowd while the referee checks both performers. Afterwards, he calls for the bell.
Hensley and Rellik start off circling one another. They flex their equally massive biceps, and trade short insults. Finally, they lockup. Rellik gains the initial advantage, but Hensley almost instantly takes control. He pushes Rellik back into his corner, and the ref calls for the break. Hensley obliges, albeit slowly, but then comes back with a stiff right hand. He adds in another pair as the ref yells at him to stop. He doesn't so much as glance at the official, and Irish whips Rellik to the opposite side. Hensley charges, but eats big boot. He stumbles backwards with his hands over his face. Rellik gets in his face, and when Hensley does open his eyes, he blasts him with red mist. Hensley staggers against the ropes, rubbing his eyes while Rellik laughs maniacally. He taunts Hensley by waving his hand in front of his face briefly then viciously chops away at his chest. A trio of red marks appear noticeable, and Hensley cries out in pain. Rellik Irish whips him across the ring, and tries for a spine buster off the rebound, but Hensley escapes. He leaps up into the air, using Rellik for leverage then drop kicks him in the throat. Rellik crashes to the mat, and Hensley simply springs back up to his feet. He pulls Rellik out to the middle of the ring then opens up on him with an array of stiff kicks to his ribcage. Rellik receives a handful before being knocked off of his feet. Hensley shouts, and beats on his chest then bounds off of the ropes. He scores with a rolling thunder on his opposition that ignites the whole EWT Arena. He gets up to his feet, bouncing up and down again. Meanwhile, Rellik rolls outside to catch his breath. Hensley sights him though, and sprints after him. He does a shooting star press sideways over the top rope, shocking Rellik before connecting on him. The crowd again rises out of their seats in astonishment, and a few ringside fans even beat upon the guardrails. They sell the spot shortly then make it back to their feet. Hensley is first, and he rolls in and out of the ring to break up the ref's ten count. Rellik meets him when he returns though, and they start trading rights momentarily, and Rellik seems to gain the upper hand. He pounds away at Hensley's forehead a couple of times then goes for the trifecta. Hensley ducks though, and grabs a hold of Rellik's right wrist, spinning him around in the process as well. He lifts him into the air, and crotches him on the nearest barricade. The crowd let out a tirade of "oohs" as Rellik shows his displeasure of the move. Hensley walks in front of Rellik, and smiles at him. Out of nowhere, he jumps up, and levels Rellik with a roundhouse kick. Rellik pauses in midair then drops off into the crowd. Hensley breaks up the ref's count once again then slides back into the ring. He waits for Rellik to make it up to his feet, warning the fans to move aside in the meantime then bounds off to the ropes. He comes back, and flips over the top rope, clearing the entire area between the apron and the guardrail! He collides perfectly with Rellik, and they both fall through the empty seats. The crowd rant and rave hysterically, and several chants start up. "That was awesome!", "Holy S***!", and "E-Dub-T!" lash out through the arena. The ref counts down as slow as he possibly can as the match participants race back to the ring. Rellik seemingly crawls while Hensley struggles with a steel chair caught on his foot. They tumble over the barricade, the nearby fans cheering them on, hoping that they can continue their bout. Rellik slides in first, and goes to kick Hensley in the face before he can enter. Hensley snatches his ankle though, and pulls him back out, forcing the ref to restart his count again! He hits Rellik with a European uppercut that sends him backwards into the steel post. A loud DING! follows, and Hensley chases him down. He slams Rellik's head off of the cold steel repeatedly until his blood stains through his mask. Standing not too far away, Leonard grins at Rellik. Hensley rolls him back in then climbs to the top. Rellik barely makes it to his feet as Hensley comes off with a cross body that flattens him. Seeing his work done, Hensley hoists him up onto his shoulders. He carries him over to the corner, and takes him up to the middle rope. He turns around, and spreads his arms out like a cross. He flies off, spinning Rellik, and plants him with a Samoan driver directly on top of his head. Rellik's foot flickers while the rest of him remains motionless. Hensley strikes his forearm across his face, and hooks his leg.
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3!Fink: Your winner, Hardcore Hensley! The ref raises Hensley's arm, but he shoves him away. Leonard slides in, clapping it up as JT Money's "Hit Em High, Hit Em Low" stirs in the background. He points at Hensley, and smiles at him. Hensley smirks, but shakes it off. They roll out of the ring, and make their way to the back. A promo, hyping WHOA's Beginning A Legacy post-per-view, appears on the ToomiTron next.
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Post by teamireland on Mar 5, 2008 17:17:40 GMT -5
*Coach O'Hare is seen storming backstage with Sean McCann in tow & Aidan Donnelly trying to keep up with a pair of crutches. O'Hare is berating his team. Marisol Kaneshall runs into shot.*
Marisol: Mr. Coachman, Mr. Coachman... can I get your thoughts on...
*O'Hare suddenly stops & turns to Marisol*
O'Hare: NO! You can't "get my thoughts on" ANYTHING! All I'll say is this moron might've screwed up tonight *He slaps Sean on the back of the head*, but Team Ireland are NOT finished here this evening!
*O'Hare & co. move off before Marisol can even utter another word.*
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Post by Curly Long on Mar 5, 2008 18:37:57 GMT -5
*We cut to the carpark where a small Mini Cooper is waiting with the engine on. Suddenly Curly Long and Mr. Big rush to the vehicle and squeese in!
MR. BIG: Ow .. your sitting on my head!!
CURLY: If it wasn't so ... C'mon!! quickly!!
The Vehicle somehow gets going despite the weight and scrambles around the carpark before leaving. As the exhaust smoke clears we see Cherry hands on hips not terribly happy.
CHERRY: You promised me the world Curly Long!!! You said Las Vegas!! I'll get you for leaving like this!!!
*Cut to commercial*
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Post by chanceconfidence on Mar 6, 2008 18:41:35 GMT -5
As we cut to the EWT ring area, the lights lower, the crowd looking around a bit confused at this. Slowly... the sound of a harmonic, almost holy sound is heard, as an angelic choir walks out from the back, all of them dressed in silver robes. They assemble out on both sides of the entrance way, simply humming, as a golden light shines down onto the entrance way. Soon, we see the sight of a rather large chariot, as a group of various no names, all dressed up in silver tuxedos, walk out, carrying atop their shoulder's a throne. Seen seated atop the throne, we see the current EWT Champion, Chance Confidence, riding atop, a less than humble look on his face, as the crowd boos quite loudly at the mere image of him. The man is dressed in a very shiny silver jacket, with matching pants and even shoes. Under this jacket, he wears a golden undershirt, just the type of ridiculous attire you'd expect him to wear. To top it off, he carries in one hand, a walking stick with his scammy attached to the top of it, while around his waist is the EWT Championship. He slowly waves to his unadoring public, who loudly boo, a golden spotlight following and shining over the man.
The throne stops right in front of the ring, as Chance slowly steps off, one of these lackeys walking over and holding up the rope for him, as he nods, then smacks the man right in the face with his walking stick, before making his way inside the ring. He twirls that walking stick a little as he walks to the center of the ring, then turning towards the entrance. The golden spotlight gains a twin that appears on the stage. A loud, brutal sound like a jet engine can be heard as the entrance curtains are torn (and quickly replaced) by a massive, platinum-painted vehicle with huge chrome pipes shooting out of the sides and running to the back like a hot rod...just much larger, almost like a lowrider, and much more intimidating. The pipes run above a series of gold-tinted flames, the car seeming to be slowing down from its ridiculous speed out of the gate. The cheafeur is...Jack Jupiter?! Wearing a hat and uniform similar to the ones his REAL counterparts would sport. Behind the proverbial cockpit is a lavish rear seat, TJT seated within. Both champs have their EWT Tag gold around their waists, sporting black tuxes with gold ties and vests, with platinum ankh lapel pins on each man. Thunder has tied his hair back; Jupiter has shaven his face clean.Terina is wearing a black evening gown with black high heels, and long, shiny platinum gloves covering her arms, her hair permed long and the tiara crowned with a huge ruby smack in the center. Jack decides to pull a slide, parallel parking just mere INCHES away from the throne. He stops the screeching vehicle and aids his cousin and other companions out, one by one and directing the lackeys to form a human staircase for the four to walk up. Jack takes the rear, tossing his coat and hat off to reveal a stylish shirt similar to a slightly cheaper one donned by his companions. The four enter the ring, proudly smiling at the side of Chance as some fans clear the ringing in their ears. Chance looks at Jason, Jimmy and Terina, smiling sincerely and nodding, then gazing over at Jack, as his expression almost instantly becomes rather confused. He quickly shakes off the feeling, turning to the outside and cutting off the choir for now, before turning around and motioning for a microphone, as one of the random goons runs over and fetches one, quickly entering the ring and slipping it into the EWT Champion's grasp, as he looks at him, stepping on his foot rather blatently, the unfortunate man cringing and grabbing it, as he gets shoved out of the ring, tumbling to the outside. He turns back to his allies and nods, before clearing his throat.
Chance: Oh my lowly insects... I bid you a reluctant welcome to what will be the greatest ceremony you have ever witnessed in yoru pathetic, unimportant existances. An event that will change your miserable lives for the better... at least somewhat. Tonight, you see... my fellow associates and I will let you have the chance to witness the greatest celebration in the history of all extravaganzas!
The three of TJT nod in agreement, Jack Jupiter overapplauding like any kiss-uppy underling would. The trio...and other...motion then for microphones which are quickly delivered by the rather unimpressive subjects. The audience continues its boos, but TJT, Chance Confidence and Jack Jupiter seem to be completely ignoring the fans.
Thunder: Ladies and gentlemen...
Jupiter: Commoners of the WORLD...
Terina: Common Ground was a night that I don't think ANYONE could be more proud of! *She closes her eyes and smiles, drawing more boos* And I can safely say this for two matches alone: my two boys retaining their EWT...WORLD Tag Team Championships during their battle with the insufferable Team Raft-Shack--
Thunder and Jupiter both show off their titles to the crowd, drawing ever more boos
Terina: --with a helping hand--but more to that later--and another match.
Thunder: And to anyone out there who DOESN'T know what we're talking about...THAT MAN!
He points to Chance Confidence, who receives even more boos than his comrades. He beams in his own personal glory, before Thunder stops pointing
Thunder: That man did what everyone out here in this crowd wants to do. Hell, I want to do it too! And that's win the EWT World Heavyweight Championship.
Jupiter: Winning it from Joe One. Man, Joe One. What isn't there for me to say about that...thing? As a veteran of the Ministry of Pesos--yes, I hear most of it somehow got outsourced to Mexico after we left--I can indicate to all of you fools out there exactly what's wrong with that force. But who cares? Onto Joe One. He sounds like a robot, dresses like a Power Ranger, and even worse? This man put his enemies to SLEEP. Yeah. No classy KO's, or bloodening defeats, nope. He was such a champion that simply by wrapping an arm around them, they'd be convinced enough to fall asleep and escape his uncanny body odor. But Chance is a white knight. He's...your proverbial Axe, except for the whole "Sprayed by prepubescent jackasses" part.
Terina: He's ended the dynasty that Minipax tried so hard to create, and he's created a NEW dynasty that will FOREVER reign and shape you people in our image. An image...of Platinum!
Chance: Well really... it wasn't that much of a dynasty. It was more like a club of depressed fools who would off themselves if you left them alone.
Terina: True...you're right.
Thunder: Actually, I'm not even sure if a "Club" is hip enough to name them. I think of them being more like a "Board of Education" or maybe even "Greenpeace."
Chance: Well, it doesn't really matter what you call their little group, Minipax, the cult stable, Joe One and Pals, or even Misfits in Action... at the end of the day they are still PATHETIC, especially compared to us.
Jupiter: And how!
Thunder: Chance, we decided to commemorate your win! Only champs like us--and you--deserve this, and since you're like you...uh...I think...we decided we'd have a friend of ours commemorate your great victory!
Terina: Give him a second. I think he's here...
The camera pans back over to the stage as the rarely-seen Hal Jaerak emerges to great confusion from the fans, holding a scroll much like he did one year ago. As the periwinkle-haired, purple-clad thing struts in the direction of the ring, he too is granted a human staircase. He enters, motioning for a microphone granted by Jack Jupiter. Jack holds the mic under the mouth of Jaerak as the creature hoarsely clears his throat, unraveling the parchment.
Jaerak: A-hem. Agggh...hem. AGGHHH...hem.
"The Next Olympian. A Non-Lyrical Prose by Hal Jaerak."
He lowers his pink-rimmed shades and clears his throat once more.
Jaerak: "Three Olympians and a demi-god stood on the palatial zone of the heavens, enticed by the abilities of a man. This man...was most impressive.
He turns his head towards Chance, who nods in acknowledgement as a few boos pick up.
Jaerak: "One day, the man said 'I am not content as a mere man' and after obtaining an inheritance of great value, became...a PRINCE."
Agh-hem.
"One day, the prince said 'Being a prince is fun, but I am not content as a mere prince' and set out to win himself a championship of great prestige. This in turn, gave him more power. He became...a KING."
Agh-hem.
"One day, the king said 'Being a king is fun, but I am not content as a mere king' and conquered and enslaved a ruffian who was of mere status compared to him. He then entered a period of which he cocooned. When he had returned, his conquests had granted him status as...an EMPEROR." Agh-hem.
The three of TJT look on, Jack perfectly still as the boos increase in volume per line. Chance looks on in pride.
"One day, the emperor said "Being an emperor is fun, but I am not content as a mere emperor" and won himself a championship gaining him rights to the WORLD itself, with the blessing of the Olympians and demi-god who had noticed him. And he too, reached great power. And he had become...an OLYMPIAN!"
The boos become exceeding at this point.
"One day, the Olympian ascended. And that day, is today."
Agh-hem.
"The...End."
Jaerak rolls the scroll back up, bowing as Jack takes his former place once more, the man assuming a more peripheral role as the boos continue.*
Chance: Thank you for that little sonnet Hal. You know, when I first saw you and... well, that rather bold attire of yours, I was afraid you were going to tackle me to the mat like a obsessed groupie hoping to make contact with such a stunning one as myself, which wouldn't work since I'm not a pink haired fruit loop. But well, how can I have a negative opinion of someone so inspired like yourself?
Hal: *He smiles, pulling his shades back over his eyes, shrugging.* Ahhh, thank you sir. Makes the job almost as worth it as the money.
He gives off a hoarse cackle, before fading back behind his more usual clients.
Jack: And, I too have prepared something to give to you! Sir, do you like...pets? Especially useful ones?
Chance: *looks over* Oh... ummm you again. Well sure Zack, I'm tolerant of animals I suppose.
Jack: That's JACK!!!! But uh...I think you're going to love what I have! China is famous for its silk, its moderately priced electronics, and its cheap, low-grade plastics. And rice too. But one animal has always been a famous emblem of the traditional Chinese economy. And therefore, I give you...
Jack lets out a single heavy clap. Suddenly the arena goes silent. The fans are confused. Then almost quite literally out of nowhere, the sound of a rapid pitter-patter can be heard.
Thunder: Pandas? Many pandas?
Jack shakes his head, pointing to the stage, the lights shining by. Chance looks on in a slight interest, when all of a sudden, the buzzing pitter patter, muffled by the fans, is broken with a sudden sound.
"QUACK!"
Out from the stage, a group of stick-carrying men, dressed like traditional Chinese rice farmers, lead out a swarm of waddling white birds.
Jack: ...THE PEKIN DUCK!
Jack seems most pleased with himself. The fans are in a mixture of confusion and laughter. Jason presses his fingers up against his forehead's front. Jimmy and Terina drop their jaws. Hal seems happy...somewhat. And Chance seems to be... a bit puzzled at these creatures, as he simply raises an eyebrow. The birds are led around the vicinity of the ring by the herders, as one of them leans next to the ring. Jack leans towards him, beaming, as the man picks up a duckling and hands it to Jack. The herders move the other ducks around the ring and through to the back once more, but Jack, holding the hatchling bird, kneels in the presence of Chance, holding the quacking animal as if it were a jewel.
Jack: This one's for you...as are the rest of them! I don't care what you do...but they're very...very useful! Feathers! Eggs! Meat! As pets! They're the modern day buffalo! Sort of! Soo...WHADDYA THINK?!
He holds the bird in the direction of his leader, a little overexcited as the birds disappear. Chance reaches over, reaching to pet the thing, only for it to bite him on the hand, as he grimaces a bit, looking back
Chance: Ow! What's the idea of giving me a rabid bird?!
Jack suddenly becomes fearful, jumping back as the bird flutters out of his hand, quickly hitting the mat and waddling in the direction of the EWT World Tag Champs...and manager.
Jack: I...he didn't bite me...maybe he doesn't like you! How about I call the duck herders again? Maybe they can find you a new duck?
Chance: Hmmmph, forget it. Any creature that doesn't realize how grand I am doesn't deserve to approach my person. Jack: Okay...um...how about I make it up! I know poems too!
"There once was a man named Enis, who had the--"
Chance: Bah... the limerick, the in bred cousin of the poem. Are you trying to poison my ears?!
Jack seems about ready to open his mouth, but is cut off by his cousin Jason.
Jason: He's right Jack...give it a rest! But there's one thing, besides this all, that we nearly forgot.
Chance: Oh... tha reminds me, I almost forgot to bid a welcome back to my old friend and fellow flawless ally, Ratings. How silly of me... I just want to say right now that when you return, you have an open invitation to ally once again with myself and my new... clique of sorts.
Thunder: After all, the more wealth and power involved...how can we possibly fail?
Jupiter: Absolutely no way! It just adds up Ratings...but in the meantime, before you get back. Before you return
He elbow nudges his manager, who is now holding the duck, looking much too busy with it to say anything. With a second elbow nudge that almost knocks her over, she grudgingly smirks at him.
Terina: You see Chance, Jimmy and Jason here are the best tag team in this company--Look at how well they mesh! Look at how technical they are!--and they had victory on the cusp. Oh yes, speaking of which. Any of you teams out there...you want THESE titles? *She points to the gold around her companions' waists.* Well, CHALLENGE us if you think you're all of what you are! Yes, it's an open challenge. Any of you worthless teams out there can step out to the mic whenever you want...and you can go ahead and register that you want these. Go ahead and try it. Hey, maybe you'll like it! But in any event, last Pay Per View, one man helped us get victory much faster.
Jupiter: And he's a guy I totally respect. I heard what happened to him, and with some help, he's back.
Thunder: And if you STILL don't know who he is--kinda sucks if you don't--well...
The audience soon hears "You Lied" by Peach playing over the sound system and respond with a less than favorable reaction. The man who Terina, Jupiter and Thunder were referring to soon makes his presence known..albeit in a much less spectacular way than what the audience has just witnessed. Simply dressed in a pair of black leather pants and a white suit coat, his usual pre-match attire..nothing shining or sparkly to be found. His unkept, mangy dreadlocks hang in front of his face as the nameless associates hold upon the ropes for him. Upon slipping inside he is met with a round of applause from those gathered and he merely gives them a nod of acknowledgement in return. A microphone is granted to him by one of the fancy dressed subordinates as his theme begins to die down..
Ghost Face: "..Why? Why have I chosen to associate myself with people such as this?"
Ghost Face motions to all those within the ring
Ghost Face: "There is a very simple explanation. Life is very, very precious. I realize that now. I made a mistake in attempting to take my life prematurely. And these men and women that are in this ring..live their lives..to the absolute fullest. Not a year, month, day, or second goes by that these individuals are not living to their utmost potential. Everything they do..every breath..nothing is wasted. They are champions. They are wealthy. And they appreciate all they have earned.."
His attention is turned to the booing masses pointing a single directly forward as his voice drops to a low, venomous pitch
Ghost Face: "Unlike all of you. You take so many things for granted. You are all unworthy of the bodies you possess. You are ALL unworthy of the lives you've been given. And you aren't the only one's. Every member of the EWT roster..are exactly like you. Do you know why I wasn't allowed to die? Because I have been chosen. I have been chosen to make, no, FORCE, each of you pigs to appreciate your lives. And these people.."
Turning back to the World and Tag Team Champions, without a single smirk, only the intense glare of a man who has found a new purpose, the last words being uttered with total devotion to his philosophy..
Ghost Face: "..Are giving me not only the means..but the resources to accomplish all of that. ..Cherish..your life...Please don't think of me as a brutal psychopath..just think of me as a..scientist. You greedy, selfish lot..are my subjects. And through my..experiments..I will open your eyes and allow you to live as we do..you will become..transcendent.."
Hal Jaerak, smiling like a devilish Cheshire cat, clutches a mic near his mouth as he looks at his companions.
Jaerak: Well no-one asked me...but my beliefs are that...what he said...it is most true...transcendence shall be achieved if it must...you all will see these people at their continual peaks as I have, much like how I obtained my wealth, you too shall gain strength from them...agree...follow us...be with us...and you too...can elevate!
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Post by chanceconfidence on Mar 6, 2008 18:42:08 GMT -5
Chance: Perhaps you need proof though, you simpletons, of why exactly you should submit to me, your great and almighty EWT Champion? Well... I'm quite prepared for that. In fact, I've prepared a little presentation, just to show you all how wrong each and every empty headed fool here is and how correct my subordinates and I are.
Chance looks over towards the Toomitron.
Chance: First picture you incompetent baboons!
A picture of EWT alumni, sievetronix appears on the Toomitron, Chance just giving a bit of a confused look.
Chance: So... here we have... erm... well, I think it's ol... whatisname. Okay, I'll be honest, I have no idea who this guy is! Really, do any of you? All of TJT shrug
Chance: Alright then. Sleevetronik, wherever you are, most likely under a bridge somewhere, hanging with hobos and rabid mutts... I salute you and your obscurity!
Chance simply flips his image a bird, smirking a bit, as the crowd boos quite loudly at this.
Chance: Moving on. *the image changes to Hitmanmark* Well, look what we have here, a multi time EWT Champion, Hitmanmark. I've faced this man before, back when I was teaming with that stupid dancing moron in the whole tournament deal. Yes, he beat me there... by fluke of course. However, like Sleeve, has anyone seen Hitmanmark around since then? Oh and before anyone throws the fact he's held the belt more than than anyone, well... quality over quantity. I assure you my legendary reign will far surpass his three... mediocre at best ones.
Jack: Hitmanmark! Isn't he that dude from the video game where you kill people? But he changed his name to Mark?
Chance: Ummm... yeah. Moving on *the image changes to DSR* Okay... now I gotta admit, this guy I like. You've gotta have quite a sharp mind to come up with the plan he did. Parade as some masked fool, trick everyone into believing who he is, then bam... win the EWT World Title and make them all look like chumps! He was a bit before my time... but out of these champions, he's one I detest a bit less than the others... of course, he's not even close to my level of greatness, but he's at least an honorable mention if you will.
Ghost Face continues to simmer, but Jaerak turns his head at the fellow on the screen
Jaerak: This calls for a time machine! By the power of acid, I shall bring him to modern days!
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I mean...hydrochloric acid. Yes.
Chance: Right... well, whatever floats your big fancy boat. *the image changes to You Gene* ... You're kidding right? This guy was an EWT Champion?!
Jupiter: I Gene, You Gene, He Gene, She Gene, We Gene, They Gene, Everyone Gene.....happens to suck. Except maybe Gene Simmons.
Chance: I don't know who he beat for the belt... but they ought to be ashamed of themselves. Oh well, at least he got to impress the rest of the short bus crowd at Show and Tell.
Chance motions with his finger, as the image changes once again, this time to Psychoapeguy
Chance: And I thought the last guy was bad... who let this pile of uselessness get a shot?! He's a damn loon from what I've seen... Toomi, next time he threatens your family for a title shot, why don't you try calling the authorties instead of giving it to him!
Terina: And one worn-down sock...*She lets out a snort from her nose, scrunching it*...is he so poor that he can't even afford clothing? What kind of champion is that?
Chance: Whose next? *image of A -Bomb shows up* Another mutli time champion. I remember this prick... he locked me in the closet he came out of and made me lose by a damn count out!!! You little flea... you know that I would've squashed you and your precious Stevie flat!
Thunder: Yeah, he's "a bomb" alright. But me? This body is THE bomb...*he points to his stomach, hardening it and flashing his shiny teeth as some whistles...and mostly boos...can be heard* Ahem. Go on.
Chance: Thank you... *image changes to Variable* And yet again, we reach a champion of a high quality. Actually no we don't... I don't even know whose this... this Variable is. In fact, I'm not even sure if it's a he... is it a she... and it... both? All I'll say of this Parisiesque champion is that no matter the conditions, I will always be better than they are.
Jack: Did they talk like Venom? "We are Variable!" Heh. Heh. Heh.
I'M THE REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAL JACK JUPI--
Chance: QUIET YOU!
Duck: QUACK!
Chance: You too fowl! Now then... before I lose my train of thought *image changes to JzBadblood* Jzbadblood eh... lemme tell you tell this, it's not just his "blood" that's bad. Plus, didn't he lose to the number guy on a damn airplane?! Well, if he survived being pushed out the door in that thing... he'd be vastly inferior to me, and if he didn't... well, he still would.
His companions seem confused by that statement, but they all clap, save for Terina who's too busy with the bird. Once again, she almost gets nudged over, and slings the bird over her shoulder before clapping again*
Chance: Yeah, let's keep going *Dorf shows up next* Gee, it's Dorf, the guy who hired that useless little whore. Not much else to say about this waste of a human being. TJT, your thoughts?
Terina: If he lost his tag titles to the Cidal Squad...who lost to my two boys, well then, he's inferior to us. And if he's inferior to us, he's inferior to you.
Chance: Good argument... let's move on. *image changes to Moxie* Moxie eh? Well, he wasn't too bad I guess, but he only held the belt for less than a month. I can definitely say that he is inferior to me.
Jupiter: What kind of name is that exactly? Maybe it's because he's got the moxy...to LOSE. Oh, how I crack myself up...
Thunder: You're such a hack. *laughs under his breath*
Jupiter: Would you rather be watching Mind of Mencia?
Thunder: ...I withdraw my statement.
Chance *the image changes to Limey* Ah, a fellow englishman. It's a shame that guy is everything that I'm not, so crass and undiginified, plus he has that whole lime fetish. Yeesh, personally, I went for any citrus, I'd probably stick with lemons myself... and only in lemonade... and not that store bought garbage either.
Jack: Who drinks store bought anyway?
He pulls out a pouch of "MINUTE MAID" from somewhere in his pants, sticking a straw into the pouch, drinking it and discarding the beverage, kicking it to Jason along the mat as he whistles* Chance: Yeah *image changes to Spaz* Spaz... that cheeky bastard. I came THIS close to beating that little upstart, but as most of my lucky opponents do, he managed to retain his belt against me by not one, but two extraordinary flukes. He's a very lucky punk, but he's not even in my league.
Thunder: Well, put it in perspective...who was then...and who is now?
Chance: Exactly. If I may continue *image of Maelstrom shows up* I've one upped this fish loving freak before, after all I beat him for the Tri State title. Sure he beat me for it again shortly after, but really... that was all luck. If this dolphin loving freak wants to take me on again, I'll just crush him underfoot once more... but like I'd ever give that twisted whelp a shot at my greatness.
Jupiter: If only...the ninjas were still around.
Chance: Yeahy *image changes to Merc* Too easy... next! *image changes to Mike Ragnal* Here we have the self proclaimed master of disasters... and the mountain dew guzzling punk that I put down earlier this week. Heh, yeah... I flattened his empty little head without even breaking a sweat!
Jack: And how sweet it is! I bet, right now, he's just like "Awww my head...man I suck...Jack Jupiter's a stud...I wish I could be as REAL and AWESOME as he is!"
Chance: Indeed... and finally, that brings us to the last so called "champ. *image changes to Joe One* Look at me, I'm an emotionless robot who has a thing for rapping hosses and jump through hoops for a bunch of nobodies who I barely even know!
Out from the trunk of TJT's car emerge the Zephyr Brothers, both holding microphones as they too climb up the human steps and enter the ring.
Mike: Did somebody say...
Mark: RAP?!
Mark begins to give a beat to his partner
Mike: Yo check this check that...Joe One's as smart as a Chinese cat, gonna be cooked into a stew, gonna be cooked and he'll say "ACHOO!"
Mark: Zazazazazazazazazaza...Zazazazazazazazazaza!
Mike: Gonna be, made to be a fool. Gonna be, made to swim in a pool! Gonna be--
Chance cringes and holds his ears, then turns around.
Chance: THIS ISN'T HIP HOP LAND... KNOCK THAT OFF STOOGES!!!
Both stagger back from the shock of it, almost falling over
Chance: Alright then... that's enough of that. In conclusion... each and every one of you have no real choice, but to look up to, adore, and worship my excellence... because I'm really the only worthy candidate.
The crowd in the ring all begin applauding...the crowd booing
Jaerak: AMEN, BROTHER!
The champion simply bows before his fellow allies, as he sneers a bit, patting his EWT belt gently.
Chance: Now then... if you'll excuse us, we've spent enough time with all of you nobodies, so we're outta here...
Just before any of the TPA can leave the ring, the crowd is in an uproar as Mike Ragnal comes dashing down the ramp, along with a steel chair in hand. The Zephyrs and security come charging at him, but Mike takes them out each with a chairshot. Once that's all cleared, Mike climbs into the ring, the chair still with him. Hal Jaerak bails out, leaping out of the ring quite prematurely as he skirts the ringside area, careful to avoid Mike Ragnal. Jimmy Thunder, Jason Jupiter and Ghost Face look onto Ragnal like wolves ready to attack a buffalo, but Terina, still holding the bird, quickly shakes her head. Jimmy and Jason oblige, as Ghost Face reluctantly follows; everyone in TPA flees the ring, except for Jack and Chance. Jack looks to be a deer staring at the headlights of an oncoming truck, and Chance can see this. Taking advantage, he shoves Jack into Ragnal, who guts him with the chair. While Chance flees, Ragnal takes Jack and hoists him onto his shoulders, then spins him around and hits the Ragnalrok! Mike then stands to his feet, and grabs the chair. From behind, however, he turns around to see the Platinum Punisher charging him, but Mike reacts quickly with a shot to the head! Punisher stumbles back, and Ragnal thrashes the chair into his platinum cranium once more! Punisher staggers back even more, and Ragnal hits him once again, forcing him to stagger into the ropes and out of the ring. While the rest of TPA makes their getaway up the ramp, a mosaic of facial expressions in the group, Mike grabs a mic.
Mike: Chance...we ain't over! Do you hear me? You're gonna get your just do!
And THAT...is the Shocking Truth!
The camera cuts back to an absolutely furious Chance, EWT title in hand, teeth grinding together, as he slowly steps back, the rest of his crew following behind. We cut back one last time to Ragnal who slams the steel chair in his grip into the turnbuckle, simply nodding and bearing a rather twisted smile.
We quickly fade to commercial.
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Post by Marcus Trunk on Mar 7, 2008 18:40:22 GMT -5
The EWT crowd gets to their feet as "For Those Who Fight Further" announces the arrival of EWT Tri-State Champion Marcus Trunk.
Tony Chimel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and it is for the EEEEE-WT...Tri-State Chimpionship! Introducing first, from Detroit, Michigan, weighing in at 305 pounds, he is the EWT Tri-State Chimpion...MARCUUUUUUUS...TRUNK!
Michael Cole: And here he is, ladies and gentlemen, Marcus Trunk! A rock-solid competitor about to go toe-to-toe with the legendary John Cena!
Jonathan Coachman: A legend! That's a joke! Your idea of what a legend is, leaves something to be desired!
Cole: Nevertheless, partner, Marcus Trunk is in for quite a fight, as he defends his EWT Tri-State Championship against one of the most tenacious competitors in history.
Trunk motions to the belt around his waist, then pounds the floor as the pyro explodes behind him. Trunk enters the ring, stands up on the turnbuckle, removes the belt from his waist, and holds it up for all to see.
Coach: Look at him holding that belt! In my opinion, he doesn't even deserve to be the champion!
Cole: And what's your logic behind that?
Coach: Well, I don't know. But I'm the bad guy, and that's what bad guys are supposed to say! I'm the heel! Ha ha ha ha ha!
BLLLLLLLAAPP! GA GA DOO DOO!!
"My Time Is Now" plays as John Cena skanks his way down the ramp waving his arms and stuff.
Chimel: And the challenger, from West Newbury, Massachusetts, weighing in at 240 pounds...JEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRNNN CENAAA!!
Cena rolls into the ring and throws up the "Hang Loose" sign.
Cole: That's John Cena, always willing to please his fans!
Coach: John Cena is a dumb! Ha ha ha!
The referee takes the belt from Trunk, and holds it up, indicating that it is a title match. Trunk and Cena circle each other, sizing each other up. They meet in the center of the ring, and Cena holds out his hand for a friendly handshake. Trunk complies, shaking Cena's hand.
Cole: A good show of sportsmanship shown by Trunk and Cena!
Coach: That was stupid! I hate good guys! Yeah!
Trunk and Cena lock up in the center of the ring. After struggling for a few seconds, Trunk shoves Cena to the mat. Cena gets to his feet and smiles, nodding at Trunk. Trunk bears a mild smirk, but goes right back for the lockup. Trunk reverses into a rear waistlock, and attempts a takedown. But Cena lands on his feet and elbows his way out, then goes for a rear waistlock of his own. His attempt at a takedown is reversed into a hip toss by Trunk. Cena gets back to his feet and hits Trunk with a shoulder block, but it barely budges the big man. Cena comes off the ropes and hits another shoulder block, but Trunk again doesn't move. Cena tries for the move again, but Trunk grabs Cena and presses him above his head.
Cole: Oh my! The strength, the sheer power of Marcus Trunk!
Trunk almost effortlessly tosses Cena across the ring. Cena backs up into the corner, but Trunk comes right after him and blocks him into the corner, and rams his shoulder into Cena's midsection. Cena takes a couple more shoulderblocks, then Trunk backs up to the opposite corner. Trunk charges at Cena, but Cena dodges, sending Trunk into the turnbuckle. Trunk turns around, dazed, and takes a punch to the head from Cena.
Cole: Cena, opening up with those right hands!
Cena strikes Trunk again, then whips him to the opposite corner. Trunk reverses and sends Cena to the turnbuckle, and charges at him. But Cena stops himself before he hits the turnbuckle, and throws his elbow into the charging Trunk's jaw. Trunk is knocked dizzy.
Cole: Trunk seems temporarily out of it! Can Cena capitalize?
Cena looks around to the audience, and climbs to the top rope.
Cole: Cena going up top! He's never gone to the top rope before! I swear I have never seen him do this!
Cena sets himself on the top rope, then dives off with a crossbody.
Cole: Cena, flying crossbody! This could be it! Count of two, hook of the LEEEG and no.
Cena gathers himself, then pulls Trunk to his feet. He hooks his arm ove Trunk's head and attempts to suplex the big man. But Trunk counters, lifting Cena off his feet, and holding him up in the air for several seconds before dropping him on his back.
Cole: Incredible feat of strength by Marcus Trunk!
Coach: You are such a suck-up, Cole!
Trunk goes for a cover.
Cole: Trunk making the cover. Title on the LIIIINE and Cena kicks out.
Trunk picks up Cena and whips him to the ropes. But Cena comes back and hits Trunk with a flying shoulderblock, which takes Trunk off his feet. Cena hits another big shoulderblock, then motions for Trunk to get up. Trunk gets to his feet, and Cena clotheslines him over the top rope.
Cole: Trunk goes flying out of the ring with that move! Cena has all the momentum!
Trunk gets to his feet and attempts to regroup. He pulls himself up to the ring apron, but Cena is right there, and hits him with several forearm shivers. He then hooks his arm over Trunk's head and tries to suplex him into the ring. But Trunk counters again, and lifts Cena over the top rope. Cena manages to land on the apron.
Cole: Cena almost takes a nasty spill to the floor!
Coach: That would've been a good thing, because I hate John Cena! Ha ha ha!
Trunk and Cena are both on the apron, trading forearm shots. Cena gets in a few more than Trunk, and attempts to suplex him once again, trying to send him off the spron to the floor. But Trunk counters once again. Trunk lifts Cena up and positions him over his shoulder.
Cole: Oh my! What is Marcus Trunk up to?
Trunk points out to the crowd, and jumps off the apron, powerslamming Cena to the floor!
Cole: Oh my! A powerslam to the floor! What an incredible move! John Cena looks badly hurt from that one!
Trunk gets to his feet as the referee begins the countout.
1...
2...
3...
Trunk rolls back into the ring and awaits Cena.
4...
5...
Cena rises to his feet and climbs back into the ring.
Trunk and Cena lock up in the ring again, with Trunk gaining a quick advantage and whipping Cena into the corner. He charges at Cena, but Cena dodges, and Trunk rams into the turnbuckle. Cena mounts the second rope and begins punching away at Trunk's head, as the crowd counts the punches. Trunk steps away from the turnbuckle, and Cena grabs him around the midsection, lifting him and slamming him down with a belly-to-belly takedown.
Cole: Cena with the big takedown! He's got Trunk off his feet!
Cena stands back and waits for Trunk to stand up. When Trunk is on his feet, Cena goes behind and lfits him up, powering him down with the spinning back suplex. He then raises his hand for all to see.
Cole: Oh my! Here it comes, John Cena's signature move!
Cena leans over and waves his hand in front of his face, saying "YOU CAN'T SEE ME!", then comes off the ropes, brushes off the shoulder, and drops the Five Knuckle Shuffle on Trunk!
Cole: Five! Knuckle! Shuffle! Connects!
Cena raises his hands to the crowd, waiting for Trunk to get back up.
Cole: Here it comes! Cena setting up for the FU!
Cena has Trunk where he wants him. He goes to lift Trunk onto his shoulders, and maanges to get Trunk off his feet. But Trunk counters the FU, wrapping his arms around Cena's midsection. He uses Cena's momentum to hoist Cena up and slam him down with a sitdown gutwrench powerbomb!
Cole: Oh my! The powerslam connects! Marcus Trunk countered the FU into a sitdown slam! Here's the cover! 1...2...NO! Cena kicks out!
Cena barely gets his shoulder up after taking the powerbomb. Trunk looks incredulously at the referee, thinking he had the match won. He brings Cena to his feet, and locks in a bearhug on Cena.
Cole: Oh my! Trunk locking in the bearhug, crushing Cena with those limb-like arms!
Cena seems to be fading. The referee checks Cena's arm. lifting it once, and letting it drop. He lifts it a second time, and it drops.
Cole: Cena may have nothing left! His stamina is just about gone!
Cena's arm is lifted one last time, but Cena does not let it drop, willing about the strength to stay alive. Cena smashes his arms against Trunk's head, but Trunk does not break the hold. Cena tries it again, and Trunk is forced to break the bearhug. Cena throws a punch at Trunk's head, but Trunk blocks it, throwing one in Cena's face. Trunk whips Cena to the ropes, then catches him and spins him around for the Trunk Buster! But Cena catches Trunk by the head, reversing the Trunk Buster into a DDT!
Cole: Trunk Buster time...NO! DDT! Cena countered into the DDT! Driving Trunk's head into the mat!
Cena musters every last bit of strength that he can, rolling over and slapping on the STFU!
Cole: STFU! STFU! Cena's got the STFU on Trunk!
Trunk cries out in pain as Cena locks in the hold. But Trunk refuses to submit.
Cole: This is the most devastating hold in WWE history! It's made legends like Triple H and Shawn Michaels tap out! But Trunk is holding on!
Trunk manages to grab Cena's wrists, and with all the effort he can spare, forces Cena's arms apart, breaking the hold.
Cole: Trunk has broken the STFU! I can't believe it! I've never seen anybody do that!
Coach: This is absolutely incredible!
Cena lies exhausted on the mat, with Trunk the worse for wear lying next to him. Cena gathers himself and crawls to his feet, and motions for Trunk to get up.
Cole: Cena's calling for it! He's looking for the FU again!
Trunk climbs to his feet, with Cena lurking behind him. Cena bends down and exerts all his energy, and finally lifts Trunk onto his shoulders!
Cole: He's got him up! Here it comes!
Cena's face is turning red, and he is breathing heavily. He tries to throw Trunk off his shoulders, but Trunk manages to grab the top rope, blocking the move. Trunk slips off of Cena's shoulders, and then hoists Cena on his.
Cole: Trunk has turned the tide! Cena is on Trunk's shoulders! What's he planning to do?
Trunk tosses Cena over his head and swings him down, planitng him with Trunk Buster #2!
Cole: Trunk Buster #2! Connects! Here's the cover!
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Chimel: Here is your winner, and STILL the EWT Triiiiii-State Chimpion...MARCUUUUUUUS....TRUNK!
Trunk is on all fours, catching his breath from the tough match he just had. The referee comes over to hand him the belt that he has just successfully defended.
Cole: What an incredible match! Both of these men took each other to the limit, but in the end, Marcus Trunk came out on top and successfully defended the EWT Tri-State Championship!
Coach: It makes me sick, Michael Cole!
Cole: What makes you sick, partner?
Coach: I don't know. Just thought I'd say "It makes me sick". Sounded cool, right?
Cole: Anyway, after a great match like what we've seen, we can only expect great things for Marcus Trunk down the road!
As Trunk is celebrating his win, Cena come from behind and taps him on the shoulder. Trunk turns around to find Cena extending his hand out to him. Trunk accepts the handshake, then holds up Cena's arm and congratulates him on a good match.
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Post by TJT on Mar 8, 2008 13:08:39 GMT -5
"It's Tiffany, Bitch..." *As "Gimme More" plays over the Toomitron speakers, Tiffany makes her way out, trying her best to dance seductively to the music. She's practically clad in swimwear for this match; A thong, bikini & a pair of trainers. Maybe she thought it was a swimsuit contest or something... Anyway, her dancing isn't quite doing the trick, largely due to her lack of balance. As she grinds sexily down to the ground, she falls flat on her ass.* "TG": The following GND match is scheduled for one fall, introducing first, from Los Angeles, California, weighing in at 118lbs... TIFFANY!!! Nick Russ: Good evening, EWT fans, I'm Nick Russ, alongside me as always is Jerome "The Lord" East. Jerome "The Lord" East: And now we have to call ANOTHER Tiffany match! As if the one with Mella Drom Attoc wasn't bad enough! Russ: Fans, you'll have noticed that Tiffany is alone tonight. That's because her good friend Liam O'Neill is limited with exactly what he can do due to the attack at the hands of Coach O'Hare at Common Ground. It was thought for the best that Liam sit this one out & instead prepare himself for his EWT World Tag-Team Title match with the other two thirds of TJT, Jimmy Thunder & Jason Jupiter. East: I'll bet Tiffany won't think it's for the best after she gets her ass beat by Terina. *Tiiffany continues to walk with an exaggerated bounce down to the ring, drawng a holler of approval from the male portion of the audience. She steps into the ring bending over the second rope & taking her time to enter fully. Once inside, she carefully scales the turnbuckles, but still manages to slip off them anyway. Fortunately she manages to land on her ass again. She's still sitting in that spot when "Welcome to the Fold" begins playing.* *The almost-a-GND-champion steps out to a mixture of boos and cheers, smiling self-absorbantly as she totally ignores the world around her. With a stalking pace, she makes her way down to the ring.*
"TG": And her opponent, from San Diego, California, weighing in at 139 pounds...TERINA!!!
*Hopping up to the ring apron, turning around, and using her arms on the ropes to vault backwards to a standing position, Terina turns around at the inept Tiffany and gives a giggle, as if to say "You're joking!" whilst she whips her hair over one shoulder. Walking towards the middle of the ring, the crowd quiets down and her music fades out.* Russ: This match should be quite a change for Terina after her encounter with EWT GND Champion Synthy Eris at Common Ground. East: She'll be looking to breeze through Tiffany tonight as she's itching to get another shot at the champ at our next PPV. She was screwed out of the title in that Industrial Mayhem Match. Russ: For once, I sort of agree with you, Jerome. It was unfortunate that Terina cut her elbow on the cage, but then again, First Blood Rules were in effect for that portion of the match. DING-DING! *Tiffany goes on the offensive aiming a flying elbow at Terina. The attack obviously misses by a country mile, but Terina tries to cover for Tiffany's horrendous botchery by acting as if she was slightly grazed by the attack.* Russ: Oh, Tiffany just about caught Terina with that elbow. East: Looked to me like she missed, but I guess she just barely got her. *Tiffany gets back to her feet & runs at Terina. Terina catches Tiff & shoots her off to the ropes. Tiffany makes an attempt to run the ropes, but gets her foot caught on the bottom. Tiff trips & falls flat on her front, her DD implants absorbing the brunt of the impact. Terina, again, tries to cover up her untalented opponent's short-comings by dragging her away from the ropes & back to the centre of the ring. Terina aims to perform a leg-drop on Tiffany, but Tiff rolls out of the way & Terina crashes on the mat. Terina nurses her aching behind while the horny fans in attendance yell in appreciation. Tiffany aims a kick at Terina as she sits on the mat. The kick connects, but it looks absolutely feeble. Terina still tries to make it look convincing & rolls back a few feet, 'til she gets standing again. Tiffany tries to follow up by clotheslining Terina over the top rope. Unfortunately, en route, Tiffany stumbles, tripping over her own feet & landing face down on the mat again. Terina can be seen rolling her eyes. Terina tries to improvise & runs towards Tiffany, but Tiff gets back to her feet & is dusting herself off just as Terina approaches, by the time Terina notices it's too late for her to slow down & she goes crashing in to Tiffany. Both ladies go down (no dirty jokes please).* Russ: Terina couldn't manage to stop in time. She collides with Tiffany & both ladies are now down. East: If Tiffany had had her mind on the match that collision could have been avoided. *Terina is back on her feet before the ref can start his 10-count. She drags Tiffany back standing again then gives Tiff a suplex. Terina rolls over, covering Tiffany...* 1... 2... KICKOUT! *For a moment it looks as if Terina is whispering instructions to Tiffany. Realizing that this will be a fruitless endeavour, Terina grabs a hold of one of Tiffany's arms &, in a bizarre sight, manages to whip herself to the ropes. Terina clutches the top rope & nods at Tiffany, clearly the signal for Tiff to attack again. Tiffany takes another run at Terina & hits her with a feeble-looking clothesline. Terina goes flying out over the top rope anyway. Terina looks up in terror as Tiffany is attempting to launch herself over the top. Tiffany makes a horrendous cock-up & her left leg gets caught on the top rope, effectively causing her to trip as she goes over the rope. This means she has a terrible looking landing nowhere near where Terina stands.* Russ: A nasty spill for Tiffany. East: She crashed & burned on that one. I guess that aerial wrestling isn't her strong suit either, which begs the question: what is? *Terina drags Tiffany back standing again & rolls her back into the ring. Terina covers Tiffany...* 1... 2... 3!!! *Tiff gets her shoulder up a split-second after the three, but the ref acts as though she kicked out in time. Audience members who noticed the blunder boo Tiffany mercilessly.* Russ: At least we know Tiffany's still conscious enough to kick out. East: The match really should've been over there. Tiffany's just too dumb to know any better. *Terina has a look on her face like she's about ready to bang her head against a wall repeatedly.She puts Tiffany into a front facelock. Tiffany, amazingly, seems to be strong enough to get back to her feet. She's trying to force Terina back to the ropes, but Terina's legs are stronger than Tiff's & Terina stands her ground with the headlock still on Tiffany. Tiffany continues to attempt to push her backwards to little success. Tiff then locks her arms around Terina's waist & tries to take her over with a modified Back Body Drop. Tiffany isn't quite strong enough to successfully execute the move & she winds up taking Terina over in quite a cack-handed fashion. Tiff also manages to accidentally fall on top of Terina.* Russ: That didn't look pretty, but Tiffany may have finally done some damage to her opponent here. East: That modified Back Body Drop certainly seems to have taken it's toll on Terina. Perhaps more than Tiffany assumed it would. *As Tiffany rolls off Terina holding her hands over her mouth in an "Oh My God!" manner, Terina reaches back & grabs at the back of her head & neck. Apparently, Tiffany's accidental offence had some effect on her opponent after all. Tiff makes a cover on Terina...* 1... 2... KICKOUT! *This time the kickout is timed right. The match isn't over for Terina quite yet.* Russ: Terina manages to kick out in the nick of time. East: It looked as if Tiffany had done some serious lasting damage with that modified back Body Drop, but Terina still has some gas left in the tank. *Terina gets up & takes Tiffany back to a corner. Terina tries to whip Tiffany to the opposite corner, but Tiffany counters & sends Terina to the corner instead. Tiffany attempts to follow up with a Great Muta/Chyna-like Handspring Back Elbow. She backflips across the ring, but stops a few feet short of the turnbuckle, missing the move entirely. Terina is getting fed up of Tiffany's inability to do anything right. She runs out of the corner & plants Tiffany with a Bulldog before picking her back up & locking in a Figure-4 Neck Lock on the mat. Terina keeps her legs wrapped tightly around Tiffany's head & neck.*
East: Terina might have Tiffany in trouble here. Submissions are something of a specialty for her.
*Tiffany vainly attempts to get the pair of legs off from her neck, pulling rather weakly at the much more powerful calves of Terina. What she doesn’t seem to be able to realize is that escaping is much more easily said than done; she continues tugging away to no effect as Terina strengthens her hold around Tiffany’s upper neck. Quite possibly by sheer luck, all of Tiffany’s blind flailing that quickly follows somehow comes into contact with the ropes. Making certain that she doesn’t end up losing to Tiffany of all people by such a pure fluke as a DQ, Terina immediately lets go, getting to her feet and smacking Tiffany around with a few forearms. At the behest of the referee, Terina backs off immediately thereafter.*
Russ: Terina’s looking a little angry as of right now. East: If I were her, I’d be a little pissy too! A rope break from flailing blindly?! Russ: That’s the rules, and when they happen, you’ve got to roll with them!
*Terina grabs Tiff by the head and drags her to the center of the ring, setting her up in perfect position for a side Russian leg sweep, but Tiffany simply falls over, being partially exhausted combined with her rather extreme ineptitude. Terina catches her, putting her back into position. Once more, Tiffany simple keels over as Terina finds her dark arms criss-crossing this way and that like the portions of a pretzel. Readjusting, Terina gives a sneer before knocking the leg out from under Tiffany…that is, if Tiffany’s leg was there to knock over. Terina simply ends up sweeping in the direction of a lovely space of air, as Tiffany simply staggers out of the move rather blindly. Falling backwards, Terina falls flat on her butt. Tiffany turns around and looks down at Terina who stares up, dumbfounded. Terina scratches the top of her head, raising an eyebrow and getting up quite slowly whilst turning 180 degrees, throwing caution to the wind. Only now does Tiffany bother to show any direct resistance, stomping sideways at Terina and knocking her over onto the mat.*
East: Wow, she intentionally hit a move and knocked Terina over!
*Terina prepares to get back up, looking extremely steamed. Just then, Tiffany gets behind her, leaping up and giving her…a sleeper of all things! Many in the audience are in absolute shock, and Terina turns around, yelling “INTERFERENCE!” at the referee. He shakes his head, explaining the situation to Terina who slows down somewhat at the revelation of this news.*
Russ: Terina’s beside herself on this one! East: And justifiably, Nick! Who on Earth expected this one from Tiffany?
*Terina puts her arms behind her back, grasping for the elevated Tiffany, who has accidentally put almost all of her weight onto the neck and shoulders of the larger brunette. Terina tries to find what, to her feels like a corner and moves forward, before running backward, still holding Tiffany. Unfortunately for her, Tiffany has totally lost her grip on Terina, and the GND title contender ends up running herself into the corner, full-speed! Reeling from the anguish of it, she has little that she can do before Tiffany once again goes on the offense, scaling the turnbuckle—presumably to do a monkey flip. Tiffany raises her arms in the air, similar to a victory pose, but her rather frustrated adversary simply grabs her around the legs and steps towards the center of the ring.*
Russ: I’ve never seen her do it from this position, but Terina’s got Tiffany just about set up for the Torrent, which would most certainly end this match right now! East: Possibly, but judging how this match nearly ended at the very start—but still went on—who’s to say that a nuclear holocaust of all things could end it?
*Just as Terina’s got Tiffany in the proper position to put her away (Ooh, alliteration!) she finds the clumsy adversary slipping out of her grip. Tiffany simply falls out of the position and her arms inadvertently interlock with those of Terina, who ends up on the receiving front of a bothced backslide, landing the back of her head on the mat rather harshly as she collapses like a fallen tree to the side. Terina barely moves a muscle after the fall, and a shocked Tiffany, mouth agape, quickly rushes over, nearly stumbling over face-first as she hooks the a leg of the dazed Terina.*
1... 2... KICKOUT!
*Terina quickly realizes the circumstances of what just happened and rockets up; as she holds the back of her head, in a combination of daze and rage, she rushes headlong at Tiffany who has hardly even gotten back to her feet and grabs ahold of the smaller GND's head in a facelock, turning about and spinning over the klutz as she delivers her rarely-used Float-Over DDT onto Tiffany, causing her to crumple to the mat. The advantage is clearly in the hands of Terina, who, after nursing the back of her head somewhat more, deviously puts a clenched fist under her chin, pondering with a smirk.*
Russ: I can tell you, I'm not exactly sure I like where this could be going.
*An idea strikes Terina, who straightens her hair a bit as Tiffany slowly gets back up to her knees.*
Russ: I'll give Tiffany an A for "Effort" on this one...
*Just as the groggy Tiff is almost back up to her feet, Terina stiffly kicks her in the crook of each knee, causing her to fall back down. Terina quickly gets down on the mat and forces her onto a position on her knees, manuevering behind, back to back and forming an "X" with Tiffany's two legs, as she hooks one of her own legs through them. With her arms, she hooks them much like a backslide and rolls forward, Terina's face being facing the mat as she arches her back. To complete this move, she then changes her arms to wrap around the head and chin of Tiffany, bending her torso and stretching both her neck and legs. Tiffany hardly lasts long in this hold before she is given no other option but to tap out, her hand unevenly hitting the mat as Terina lets go a few seconds after the bell, rising up and smiling innocently as she gets her hand raised...much to the delight of many a fan.*
DING-DING-DING!
"TG": Here is your winner...TERINA!
*"Welcome to the Fold" starts up as Terina continues beaming, exiting the ring with very little regard for her defeated opponent. Tiffany, meanwhile sulks a little in the ring, nursing her arms, not realizing that the damage was actually done to her neck & legs...*
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Post by SsnakeBite, the No1 Frenchman on Mar 9, 2008 7:15:50 GMT -5
*We come back from commercial and discover Mysth standing in a corridor with his backstage attire on. We can also see Sum Guy, facing the camera...*
Sum Guy : I' m Sum Guy and the room is getting hot !
Mysth : This interview is off to a BAD start.
Sum Guy : *Not listening* I' m here to ask The Darkness In The Light a few questions about his next projects. *Turning around to face Mysth* Mysth, first of all, what have you been up to since the end of your feud with Joe One, the former EWT World champion ?
Mysth : Well, facing Joe One showed me one thing : I still need to work. So I' ve spent the last couple of weeks training and working out, that' s why I' ve been so discreet lately. And now, I' m better than ever and ready to show people why they call me "EWT' s best kept secret" !
Sum Guy : Speaking of that, after Joe One, you' re going to face another champion and another Minipax member, Sigma. But in a non-title match. Do you feel confident for that match ?
Mysth : *Grinning* I' m very glad that you asked me this cuz you know, it' s EXACTLY what I' m talking about when I say I' m ready. Ya see, THIS is a great opportunity to see how I progressed since my matches against One. facing anyone is always a challenge, especially in the EWT, but facing a champion is really a test of stamina and toughness. And on top of that, it' s the Toolshed champ I' m facing, which the match will be no holds barred ! This is my chance to show my skills and that despite not being one of the biggest guys here, I am one tough son of a bitch. I can' t wait to get my hands on these toys ! The Singapore Canes ! The barbed-wire ! The tacks ! The chairs ! The tables ! Mmmmh YEAH !! That' s gonna be great !
Sum Guy : *With a worried look* Seeing you being so excited about such a brutal match is sort of... scary.
Mysth : Damn right I' m scary ! In that match, I will show everyone in the roster that I am a danger, not only for their health, but also for their titles ! I WILL defeat Sigma and prove that I am what champions are made of !
Sum Guy : Well, I guess that' s all well heard. Good luck for your match ! I' m Sum Guy and you' re not !
Mysth : And thank Whatever-is-up-there for that !
*Cut to next segment.*
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Post by Hensley on Mar 9, 2008 23:23:59 GMT -5
"Hotter Than Hell" Jacob Leonard is standing backstage with Hardcore Hensley. Leonard has a smug look on his face while Hensley bears his patented smirk. They each have their arms crossed.
Leonard: Hullo folks. Beside me you see one of the greater men to walk our Earth. Hardcore Hensley demonstrated a small bit of his true capability for you last week. Soon the ultimate of Hensley shall be tested. I do not envy he who rests on the opposing end when said happens.
Hensley: Well put friend. Ladies and gentlemen I look upon you today a new man. A brand new man. A man that is gonna change the face of the wrestling world. Too long have I spent my time dwindling in the darkness. My chance at destiny is inevitable. Days are being numbered even as we speak now. Hensley's time has come. When I get my golden opportunity you will be staring down number one.
Leonard and Hensley trade sharp glances then shockingly go after the cameramen. The main camera falls to the floor instantly. All that can be seen is the feet of the attackers as they lay waste to the team. They are beaten down quickly. The screen fizzes momentarily before coming back to a closeup of Hensley. His smirk is still noticeable.
Hensley: I'm game.
Hensley releases the camera from his grasp. It crashes to the floor, and fizzes again before blacking out. A short pauses follows then the announcers rundown past Crap-A-Mania cards.
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Post by invaderdave on Mar 10, 2008 11:23:10 GMT -5
Todd Whatisname stands by in EWT's backstage area, when suddenly, through the back doors of the arena, stumble in Brian and Dave, laughing heartily and whooping in all manners merry.
Todd: Uh, where have you guys been?
Dave: Oh, hey Todd, we just got back from seeing the New Kids On The Block Reunion Tour. Man, what a good time!
Brian: Yeah, so...anything happen while we were gone?
Todd: Didn't you challenge the Colony to a match?
Dave: ...
Brian: ...Maybe.
Todd: Well that doesn't particularly matter right now, because now Dave, you're scheduled for a match with Samoa Joe.
Dave's smile falters slightly, and he looks to Brian accusingly.
Dave: See!? I knew this would happen! But nooooo, we gotta go see New Kids! New Kids, Brian! New Kids!
Brian: Oh, don't start that, you were totally psyched when I said I had tix!
Dave sighs, looking to the ground and shuffling his feet, before turning to the camera in promo stance.
Dave: Samoa Joe, I've faced you once before in the past...I think...And I beat you that time...I think...The point is, right here, right now, I will beat you again, or perhaps for the first time. Samoa Joe, get ready, because you may be the most fearsome man in wrestling right now, but I'll prove to this world once again, that I am just as fearsome.
Dave then stomps offscreen, leaving a perplexed Todd and a nonplussed Brian.
Todd: ...So how was it?
Brian: They did an acapella version of Hangin' Tough. It was good.
Brian then follows his partner, and we throw it to the next segment.
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Post by Toom E. Guci on Mar 10, 2008 15:51:46 GMT -5
*A video plays similar to the previous video. 3 Doors Down "If I Could Be Like That" plays, highliting the history of the EWT Heavyweight Championship. The words scroll across the screen...*
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