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Post by rghpersona22 on Mar 10, 2008 20:37:31 GMT -5
"Video starts but its very Staticy" You hear a voice in the Video feed... Beware of the beastman for he is the devil's Pawn! When I was living, I may have been a little "Naughty" he he. But now that Im dead im reign of terror will be legendary with this new body. I will go through every soul in the EWT merging them to my own and becoming the new champion... "Video feed becomes clearer... With him standing there alone lookin at the dry blood on his hands and a dark shadow of a man behind him." Even if I have to kill to get it.... "Video statics agian and audio of a sinister laughter can be heard"
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Post by Gigantor Maximus on Mar 11, 2008 18:13:11 GMT -5
*The Undertaker stands in the ring waiting for his opponent.* * "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. Undertaker glances towards the ref with an "Are you serious?" sort of look on his face.* Toni "TG" Garcya: 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. 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!!!" DING-DING! *Gigantor gets face to chest with The Undertaker. 'Taker pie-faces the "Giant" & is about ready to walk out. Gigantor returns & gets right back in 'Taker's... uhh... chest, once again. 'Taker hefts Gigantor up for a Chokeslam. Gigantor kicks at 'Taker's head to avoid being hit with the move. Gigantor heads to the corner & wraps his chain around his fist. He hits 'Taker with his chain wrapped fist, right in the nadge-bags, right in front of the ref.* DING-DING-DING! "T.G.": Here is your winner, as a result of a disqualification... THEEEEEE UUUUUUUNDERTAKEEEEEEERRRRRR!!! *The crowd boos Gigantor Maximus as he continues to stomp away at The Undertaker. He rolls to the outside & picks up a chair, walloping 'Taker in the head with it, repeatedly until 'Taker starts bleeding. This only causes the crowd to boo more vociferously. Gigantor roars at "T.G." & "T.G." hands him a mic.* Gigantor: MUUUUUUUUUH BUUUUUUUUUUUH!!!! YAAAAAAAAAW WAAAAAAAA DUUUUUH UUUUUHTAAAAAAHHH!!! *He points back towards where a bleeding Undertaker lies.* Gigantor: NAAAAAAAWWWW KAAAAAAAAAAAAWW YAAAAAAAAWWWWWWW!!! GRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRGGGGHHHH!!!! *Gigantor storms up the ramp, pausing only at the top to turn back to face the ring & let out another roar!* Gigantor: GRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRGGGGHHHH!!!!
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Post by rghpersona22 on Mar 11, 2008 20:42:14 GMT -5
*After match a video plays on the big screen where the audience and the wrestlers watch, It starts but extremely staticy* I will free my body and soul of this demon but devouring every soul that gets in my way.. And winning the championship!! *The video feed clears up and Once again u see Ramon standing there alone with a shadowy figure of a male behind him. Camara pans closer to ramon's face to see him crying blood... The video feed statics again*
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Post by invaderdave on Mar 11, 2008 23:33:44 GMT -5
Returning from commercial, Samoa Joe is already standing in the middle of the ring, "Mama Said Knock You Out" already blaring throughout the arena. The camera suddenly throws to backstage, and Dave, dressed in ring gear, chats with Brian.
Dave: So, d'ja choose our entrance music?
Brian: Yup.
Dave: So its what we agreed on, right?
Brian: ....
Dave: Right?
Brian: ...Probably.
LL Cool J's voice is suddenly replaced by a low strumming of an electric guitar. Suddenly, the guitar hits a power chord, and a decidedly J-rock tune begins, becoming even more obvious of its J-rock roots when the singer begins singing in Japanese. The song, "I Think I Can" by the Pillows, sends Brian into a sort of cosmic groove, as he began moving in rhythm with the song. Dave could only watch his friend in disgust, before both of them began making their trek down to the ring.
As Brian grooved his way down to the ring Dave begrudingly followed, a look of utter disdain on his face. While Brian was enjoying his little dance number, Dave was a picture of grumpiness, and he made it known when he shoved Bobby Cruise out of the way when he tried to make his announcements. Samoa Joe, smirking, shoves Bobby out of the ring when he tries once again to make his announcements, and the ref rings the bell, realizing both want to go at it right damn now. Dave puts up his dukes, and rears back...before dropping his fist in a fake out. Joe doesn't flinch in the slightest. Dave nods with a smirk, before daring Joe to do the same. Joe nods, rearing back...and clocking Dave right across the chin.
Dave stumbles back, and in an instant, Joe is atop him, scrambling to force him into the Koquina Clutch for a quick and easy win. Dave forces himself loose by jabbing his elbow back into Joe's face, knocking him back a few paces. Dave follows up by spinning around to face Joe, swinging his forearm in the process, connecting with Joe's temple. As Joe reels from the blow, Dave tackles him to the ground in an attempt to wrest him into an armbar. Joe manages to power out before Dave can firmly lock in the hold, and jumps back to his feet, as does Dave. The two face eachother to give the old fashioned stare-down. Both realizing their currenty strategies aren't working, the two try a new approach.
Joe crouches down, reaching his hand out for a knuckle lock. Dave nods, and complies, reaching out to lock hands with his opponent. Once Dave locks up, however, Joe pulls him forward, into a belly to belly suplex. Joe follows up by forcing Dave into a rear-chinlock. Dave flails his arms about in an attempt to twist his way out of the hold, but nothing seems to help. Brian watches from ringside.
Brian: Come on, you goof, put your elbows into his ribs and force him off you!
Dave, in a surprising moment of cleverness, actually listens to his partner, and begins jabbing his elbows and arms back, catching what he can of Joe's ribs and mid-section. Before long, Joe's grip weakens, and Dave manages to roll out of the hold. Dave quickly follows up by back into the ropes and hitting a standing senton on Joe, whom had been on his hands and knees recovering from the blows to his ribs. Joe collapses to the mat on impact, and Dave continues his beating on Joe's mid-section, rearing his legs back and driving his knees into Joe's ribs.
Knowing Joe is hurting, Dave stands up, and raises his arms for the crowd, much of whom is cheering for the old guard of Dave. Dave smiles slightly, before bending down to pick Joe up, and sets in an abdominal stretch, of all things. Dave, the stretch still locked in, begins yanking and pulling Joe to the ropes, just as Brian hops onto the apron. Dave hollers for Brian to take a free punch, and Brian turns around to the fans in front row, surveying if them on whether or not he should take the hit.
Brian: Whaddya say?
Front row fan 1: Sure.
Front row fan 2: Yup.
Fan 3: Sure, what the hell.
Fan 4: All y'all guys knocked over my nachos...
Brian swings back to take the free hit, but the ref puts himself between them. Dave actually lets go of the hold to argue with the ref, backing up to the middle of the ring, the ref following his lead...all the while with his back turned to Brian and Joe. Joe gets up, his oh-so-fierce look on his face, ready to tear Dave a new ass. Suddenly however, Brian, swinging his legs into the ring 619 style, kicks Joe in the ribs, managing to hit the same spot Dave had been working on the whole time. Joe falls, and Brian slingshots in, landing a kneedrop of the fallen Joe.
Rolling out of the ring before the ref catches him, Brian plays around for the crowd, doing a few jumping jacks and running in place. Surprisingly, the crowd has been cheering his antics the whole time. Inside the ring, the argument conveniently ends in time for Dave to pull Joe to the corner, and land something of a Vader Splash. Hooking Joe's leg for a pin, Dave actually mimics Vader's V-hand gesture, just as Joe kicks out at two.
Dave gets up before Joe can retaliate, and beckons him into a fight. Joe stands up, his look of anger not leaving whatsoever, and beckons Dave into his own fight. The two have something of a mini stand-off, and Dave, deciding to test fate, charges forward. Unfortunate, as Joe catches Dave in drop-toe-hold, landing face first into the bottom turnbuckle.
Rolling Dave out of the ring, Joe's first act of revenge is to slam Dave's already aching head into the apron. When Brian gets to close, Joe grabs him by the hair and chucks him over the guardrails and into the front row. Dave retaliates with a few wild punches and forearms, but a knee to his gut soon shuts that down, afterwhich Dave feels the pain of being whipped into the corner of the guard rails. Joe follows him, sitting him down in a chair set next to the rails, and the crowd sings in unison, as Joe backs up.
Crowd: OLE OLE OLE OLEEEEEE...
You know the words. Joe charges, and kicks Dave's head straight on into the rails. Dislodging his leg from the top of the rail, Joe pulls the reeling Dave to his feet, and rolls him into the ring. Joe drapes himself over Dave, and the ref makes his count, Dave making a surprising kick out at two. Joe gets up onto his knees, furious as ever. Grabbing Dave by his hair, he begins laying every last bit of his strength into a ferocious series of forearms to Dave's head. Much to his chagrin, Dave finds it in himself to fight back, fighting up from underneath Joe. Both men fight eachother to their feet, but the punches begin to come slower.
Rearing back, Joe lets out a huge punch, sending Dave stumbling back into the rope. Dave takes a quick time out to catch his breath, before returning Joe's favor, adding a spin to it, effectively catching Joe with a Roaring Elbow. Joe reals himself, and staggers to the ropes. Catching his breath as Dave did, Joe hurls himself forward, and chrages into a forearm...missing when Dave ducks down. Turning back, Joe is in time to feel Dave lay in a few swift jabs to the chin, before pulling back to let loose another big blow.
Joe blocks, and throws Dave's arm, sending Dave into a spin. Joe pulls back for yet another punch of his own, but Dave completes the spin with a MONSTROUS backfist, a sickening thud letting everyone know that Dave had hit his mark. Joe doesn't even stumble, instead simply falling straight to the mat. Dave lets out something of a Fighting Spirit scream, and drags Joe to the corner. Hopping up to the top rope, Dave makes a throat cutting motion before leaping into the air, landing down on Joe with a huge kneedrop.
Dave rolls off Joe, and pulls him into a pin. A short three-count later, the match is announced as over.
Bobby Cruise: The winner of this contest, David Davies!
The crowd gives an appreciative cheer in Dave's first return match, and Brian slides into the ring to congratulate his friend. Unfortunately, he doesn't get to finish his congratulations, as the music he's chosen for Dave begins again, upon which he begins to dance and groove once more. Rolling his eyes, Dave grumps and groans, before exiting the ring, Brian following him, moving to the beat.
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Sigma: Current SRW Champ!
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Post by Sigma: Current SRW Champ! on Mar 12, 2008 11:49:07 GMT -5
Tony Schiavone: Up next is Sigma vs. Mysth. I’m confused as to why this match took place and how come the title isn’t on the line?
Jesse Ventura: Well, Mysth feels like he’s due for a title match, and Sigma feels like he needs to take care of some unfinished Minipax business. Mysth needs to be taken down and Sigma needs to.
Tony Schiavone: And why isn’t the title on the line?
Jesse Ventura: Because Sigma already has defended in the past few days against Samuel Big, so he doesn’t need to defend against Mysth.
Tony Schiavone: Ok, well let’s get to the ring and Gary Michael Capetta.
(Bell Rings)
GMC: Ladies and gentlemen, our next contest is scheduled for one fall.
(Queen’s Princes of the Universe starts to play. Once the Minipax logo appears on the Toomitron, the crowd boos heavily, they get even more relentless when Sigma enters, donning the Minipax logo on his cape.)
The newest representative of Minipax, from Tacoma, Washington and the EWT Toolshed Champion. He weighs in at 255 pounds. This is SIIIGGMMMMMAAAA!
Tony Schiavone: Sigma, shocking the world last time out by joining Minipax.
Jesse Ventura: Sigma wanted to associate himself with the best, and thought Minipax was the best. However, he was very unhappy when they lost the Stable championships to Cast of Heroes. He’s now the only member of Minipax currently to hold a title.
Tony Schiavone: And he’s got the mic.
Sigma: It seems that either I’m too intelligent for the coliseum, or the punters are that stupid. Did you ever pontificate the ideal that I don’t care about you? Well, I don’t. And seeing how much you care about this bumbling French pile of merde that I’m facing. I noticed before I came out here that you were waiting to bludgeon my cranium in with all of those objects, like Kendo Sticks, Tables, and Barbed-Wire. Unfortunately, Non-Title means No Weapons. HAHAHAHA! Well…
("Otherworld" by Bill Muir hits, Crowd cheers)
GMC: And his opponent, being led to the ring by Ivy Rosepine, from Strasbourg, France. He weighs in at 218 pounds. EWT' s Best Kept Secret, The Darkness in the Light, Mysth!
Tony Schiavone: And here comes Mysth.
Jesse Ventura: He’s been a thorn in Minipax’s side for months. Now that Sigma is in Minipax, it gives him even more incentive to beat him.
Sigma charges Mysth with a clothesline, but Mysth ducks and starts backing Sigma to a corner and punches him.
Tony Schiavone: Sigma charges Mysth, but Mysth gets out of the way and starts laying in heavy punches to Sigma.
Jesse Ventura: Sigma got caught off guard in the beginning.
Tony Schiavone: Mysth with an Irish whip, Sigma reverses and charges at Mysth with a shoulder tackle, but Mysth gets out of the way and Sigma hits hard on the turnbuckle.
Jesse Ventura: Sigma tried for a big move early, but Mysth moved out of the way and Sigma is outside.
Ref: 1………..2…………
Mysth reaches out for Sigma, but Sigma hangs him up over the top rope.
Tony Schiavone: Mysth wants to pull Sigma back into the ring, but Sigma hangs him over the top rope.
Jesse Ventura: A veteran move by Sigma. Somebody pulls you back in and you hang him on the top rope. Classic.
Tony Schiavone: Sigma now gets back into the ring and has a forearm drag and twist on Mysth, pulls him in for a vicious clothesline.
Jesse Ventura: That’s the Sigma were used to seeing. Deceptive and powerful.
Tony Schiavone: Sigma pulls Mysth up and just slams Mysth right down. He covers him.
Ref: 1…..2.Kickout.
Jesse Ventura: And Mysth kicks out at 2.
Sigma pulls Mysth up, throws him into the turnbuckle and charges at him with an Avalanche, but Mysth gets out of the way and nails a dropkick to the back of the head and sends Sigma down.
Tony Schiavone: Sigma pulls Mysth up and flings him into to the turnbuckle. Here comes Sigma and Mysth gets out of the way. Jesse Ventura: Good timing on Mysth’s part. Saw him coming and got out of the way.
Tony Schiavone: That’s right and Mysth nails Sigma with a huge dropkick on the back of the head. He’s going for the cover now.
Ref: 1…..2.Kickout.
Tony Schiavone: And only a 2 count for Mysth as Sigma kicks out.
Jesse Ventura: Too early in the match to get Sigma down for the 3.
Mysth decides to fly and land a cross body block, but Sigma catches him.
Tony Schiavone: Mysth decides to fly.
Jesse Ventura: This is where Mysth is more comfortable, flying through the air.
Tony Schiavone: Flying body press, but caught.
Jesse Ventura: Sigma has him and gives him a vicious backbreaker.
Tony Schiavone: He’s not done and there’s another backbreaker.
Jesse Ventura: Mysth is in bad shape now.
Tony Schiavone: Sigma just flings him and Mysth is out of the ring.
As Ivy Rosepine checks on Mysth, Sigma is just waiting patiently on the other side of the ring.
Ref: 1……..2………3
Tony Schiavone: The ref starts the count for Mysth to get back into the ring.
Jesse Ventura: It might be wise to leave after the backbreakers and the fallaway slam to the outside.
Ref: 4…..5……….6…..
Tony Schiavone: Mysth is up and he’s back inside the ring.
Jesse Ventura: Maybe it would have been wiser for him to walk away.
Mysth crawls back into the ring and Sigma just puts the boots to him. Sigma then lifts him and gives him an Irish whip to the ropes and gives him a knee to the midsection and nails an Evenflow DDT to him.
Ref: 7…….He’s in.
Tony Schiavone: And Mysth crawls back in to the ring, and he’s in bad shape.
Jesse Ventura: That’s obvious. Mysth is clutching his back while Sigma is stomping on it.
Tony Schiavone: Sigma has seen the target and it’s becoming his. Hard stomps to the swoll of the back of Mysth.
Jesse Ventura: Pretty soon, Mysth will become Mush.
Tony Schiavone: Sigma lifts up Mysth, flings him into the ropes and a big knee to the midsection and just follows through with an Evenflow DDT.
Jesse Ventura: That could signify the end for Mysth.
Sigma decides to pound on his back some more, but gets surprised.
Tony Schiavone: That’s the high sign, Sigma’s ready for the Sigma Suplex.
Jesse Ventura: And if he hits this, then it will be all over.
Tony Schiavone: Sigma has Mysth up, has the head back, and goes for the leg, MYSTH REVERSES INTO A SMALL PACKAGE!
Ref: 1…….2…………3!
(Bell Rings)
Tony Schiavone: He Pinned Him!
Jesse Ventura: He got him. What an upset for Mysth. This match will propel him into a title shot.
GMC: Ladies and gentlemen, your winner, MYSTH!
Tony Schiavone: That was truly a shocking upset. As you can see here on Replay, Sigma sets Mysth up for the Sigma Suplex, but Mysth noticed Sigma going for his leg, Mysth turns and rolls him up in the small package for the 3 count. Thus giving the win to Mysth.
As Sigma is in shock, Mysth and Ivy Rosepine celebrate in the ring. Sigma gets up, unscathed, and goes over to Mysth and Rosepine. Rosepine is a little nervous, but Mysth is undeterred. Sigma offers a handshake to Mysth, who is hesitant at first, wondering iof it isn' t a trap for a short arm Clothesline or a similar move, but he eventually accepts the handshake.
Tony Schiavone: Would you look at this. Sigma actually admitting defeat in a respectable kind of way.
Jesse Ventura: I have a sick feeling that this will lead up to something big soon. I know it.
Tony Schiavone: Ok, we’ll be back after this.
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Post by Tea & Crumpets on Mar 12, 2008 14:11:10 GMT -5
*We come back to the arena to hear Rhapsody’s Emerald Sword hit the sound system* Announcer: Ladies and gentlemen the following tag team match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first at a combined weight of 482lbs, Angus McAngus, Emerald Warrior, The Highland Diamonds! *The Diamonds swagger out from behind the curtain and walk down the ramp. Angus enters the ring, removes his kilt and start warming up while Warrior trash talks with the fans, before climbing the steps.* *Hardcore Holly’s theme then starts playing, and out come the World Tag Team champions Holly & Rhodes!* Announcer: And introducing their opponents, at a combined weight of 467lbs, they are the WWE World Tag Team Champions, Hardcore Holly and Cody Rhodes!
Cole: Well here we go! It’s match number 3 for the Diamonds tonight, and possibly their biggest challenge yet, as they face the World Tag Team Champions Holly and Rhodes. JBL: I missed the Diamonds last week Michael, but I see that they got the win over Rated X. The question is, can they get the win over a gold-wearing duo here tonight? Cole: That victory over Rated X was a tainted victory JBL, and you know it! JBL: Hey, the Diamonds got the 3 count at the end of the day. I’m sure that had it been your boy Batista, you’d have just said he did what he had to do to win, and that’s exactly what Angus and the Warrior did.
*Holly and Rhodes slide in, but Angus and Emerald Warrior pounce on them straight away, hammering them with clubbing blows before hauling them up and sending them off with a double Irish Whip as the bell rings* DING DING DING! *Holly and Rhodes both rebound off the ropes and block both superkick attempts by the Diamonds. They drop the Diamonds’ legs then both hit huge dropkicks, sending the Diamonds to the ropes. Now Holly and Rhodes hit a double Irish Whip and then 2 back body drops as the Highland Diamonds rebound! Angus and Emerald Warrior quickly scamper out of the ring to take stock of themselves* Cole: And we are off to a flying start! Rhodes and Holly taking it to the EWT rookies! *The Highland Diamonds stalk around the ring, each attempt to re-enter blocked by the boot of Holly or Rhodes. Eventually they walk to their corner and demand the referee gets one of the champions to the apron. He does so, and Angus of the Diamonds is the first in, with Rhodes. Angus and Rhodes tie up, Angus hits a big knee lift to the gut then pushes the smaller Cody off. They tie up again, Angus gets a half nelson then digs Rhodes in the kidneys, before pushing him off again. Angus tosses his hair out of his eyes and dares Rhodes to hit him. Cody rears back and hits Angus with a right hand, but it doesn’t do much. Angus retaliates with a boxing right of his own, knocking Rhodes silly. But Cody fires up and unleashes another right, then a flurry of them, staggering Angus. Cody hits a hiptoss, then a scoop slam on Angus! Cody waits for Angus to get up, then hits the ropes, and runs at Angus for a bulldog! Angus goes down, and Rhodes covers 1……
Kick out! Rhodes gets Angus in a headlock, but Angus shoots him off into Rhodes & Holly’s corner. Both men tag out, and Emerald Warrior and Hardcore Holly enter the ring. They circle, but Holly fakes the lockup and just boots Warrior in the stomach. He starts backing Warrior up with repeated brawling strikes, then unleashes mixed variety of chops, punches and stomps to Warrior in the ropes, before choking Warrior with his foot in the ropes. Holly breaks at a 4 count, then hooks Warrior by his legs, hitting a guillotine catapult in the ropes! Warrior rolls out, only to take a punt to the ribs from Holly. Holly picks him up and sends Warrior to the ropes, going for a back body drop. Warrior rolls over Holly’s back, showing surprising agility for such a tall man, and quickly snaps off a back suplex! He makes the cover 1……….
2………. Kick out!* Cole: Impressive agility by the Emerald Warrior there, trying to stop the beating by Hardcore Holly. JBL: These Highland Diamonds may be as different a pairing as the Odd Couple, but they are sure talented in the ring. * Warrior has caught a breather, and applies a chinlock, trying to wear down Holly. Holly is still fresh however, and is out of it almost straight away, pulling off an atomic drop on Emerald Warrior, before grabbing him and slinging him shoulder first into the corner. Warrior’s shoulder smashes into the ring post, and as he stumbles back Holly boots him on the rear, sending his head cracking into the post! Holly pulls Warrior out and stomps him a few times, then goes to pick him up, but Emerald Warrior counters with a quick Flatliner-type move, again stopping Holly’s unrefined barrage of offence. Warrior strings it into his submission hold, the Emerald City Stretch, stretching Holly with his trademark inverted Anaconda Vice. Holly crawls to the ropes, breaking the hold.* Cole: Hardcore Holly sticking with his in your face style, but the tide may have turned for the moment in favour of the Highland Diamonds. JBL: The tide has turned? I don’t see Maelstrom in this match, Michael. *Emerald Warrior hooks Holly up for a suplex, taking Hardcore over to the centre of the mat. He then picks Holly up and goes for a back suplex, but Holly just smashes Warrior in the mouth with some back elbows. Holly grabs Warrior in a suplex position, then tosses him stomach first onto the top rope, before hauling on it, flipping Warrior off the rope into the ring! Holly stomps on Warrior’s head a bit, then picks him up, before tearing at Warrior’s body suit then hitting 1, 2, 3 knife edge chops! Warrior backs up, and Holly grabs him then runs at the far ropes, intending to hurl Warrior over to the floor, but Emerald Warrior lands on the apron then elbow’s Holly in the face. Warrior slingshots in and pulls off a headscissors takedown, showing impressive agility again for such an awkward build. Holly is up fast, though, and drops Warrior with a big lariat! Warrior rolls to his corner and tags in Angus MacAngus.* JBL: Hoo boy, here we go Michael! The ex-boxer MacAngus, and the brutal brawler Holly. Cole: This will be a real slugfest, no doubt about it John. * Angus and Holly circle, then Angus stops and shoves Holly. Hardcore shoves him back, and they go nose to nose. Both swing at the same time with right hands, then start trading punches. Angus seems to be getting the better with his boxing influence, until Holly starts mixing in boots and chops. Angus starts throwing some palm strikes and body kicks, and soon both men are getting winded from the rapid strike exchange. Holly hits a big chop! Angus with a heart punch! Holly with a forearm to the jaw! Angus with a kick to the gut! Holly with a hammer blow! Angus with a palm chop! Holly with a boot to the stomach! Anus then takes hold of Holly’s head and hits a NASTY headbutt, and both men drop to their knees. They use each other to pull themselves up, and then Holly drops Angus down with a stiff clothesline! Angus stumbles up, and blasts Holly with the Sweet Bagpipe Music, collapsing to all fours himself! He makes the cover after a pause 1……..
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Kick out! Both men are now bleeding slightly- Holly on the bridge of his nose, Angus above his right eye. Angus then stares down Holly again, and goes for a Dangun Elbow, but Holly sidesteps, then catches Angus and almost drops him on his head with a full Nelson Slam! Cover by Hardcore Holly 1………
2……… Kick out! Holly grabs MacAngus, and tries for the ‘Hollycaust’ Falcon Arrow, but Angus lands on his feet and snaps off a Stunner-esque jawbreaker, dazing Holly. Angus then hooks Holly up and connects with a T-Bone suplex, launching the former Sparky Plugg across the ring. Angus then signals he’s going up, possibly for the Scotch Stomp. He climbs the corner, but has gone up too soon, as Holly is stirring and crotches Angus on the top turnbuckle. Holly then grabs Angus by the head and snapmares him viciously off the top buckle into the ring. Holly picks Angus up and throws him onto the ropes, then grabs him by his legs, lifting him up and hitting his trademark kick to the rope-hung MacAngus’ abdomen!* JBL: Referee! Disqualify him! That was a low blow! Cole: That was a shot to the stomach and you know it JBL. Holly would never stoop to such tactics, unlike the Highland Diamonds. JBL: When have the Diamonds broken the rules tonight, Michael? Cole: They haven’t yet, but you just know that they will do at some point. * Holly scoop slams Angus, then tags in Cody Rhodes. Holly holds Angus’ arms back, so Rhodes can get a shot to the stomach, and Cody then hits a scoop slam of his own. He signals for Angus to get up, then starts punching, trying for the Vionic Elbow combination. As he goes for the elbow, however, Angus blocks him, pokes his eye, then hits a nice Exploder Suplex, floating over and following it into the Flower of Scotland! Rhodes’ back is being twisted painfully, but Holly is quick to break the hold and try and regain momentum for his team. Rhodes gets up groggily, but is cut off with a punch by MacAngus to the face! Angus goes for a vertical suplex, but Cody spins out and hooks him up for a DDT. Angus counters it with a quick leg sweep, then a standing double stomp to the gut of Rhodes! Angus throws Cody into his team’s corner, and starts with some boxing hooks to the head and body, keeping a close guard as he lands them. He tags in the Emerald Warrior, who kneels behind him. Angus then hits a nasty looking version of a Falcon Arrow, dropping Cody on Warrior’s knee and leaving him in a backbreaker position. Warrior then stands up and holds Cody in a Russian leg sweep position as Angus runs to the far ropes. He rebounds and hits a running STO as Warrior sends Cody backwards with the Russian leg sweep! Warrior covers off the double team manoeuvre. 1………
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Kick out! Warrior keeps his composure, and picks Cody up, going for an early Gem Drill. Cody squirms enough to stop Warrior hitting it, however, so he just dumps Cody into the turnbuckles in a powerbomb variation. Warrior drags Rhodes out and connects with a swinging neckbreaker, then locks in a chinlock. Emerald Warrior nods to MacAngus, who then swings for a big punt to the exposed chin of Rhodes! Warrior pushes Rhodes flat as Holly protests, and makes the cover 1….
2…. Shoulder up by Rhodes!* Cole: The Highland Diamonds have totally shifted the momentum of the match in their favour, isolating the inexperienced Rhodes in favour of the veteran Holly. JBL: Great strategy by MacAngus and the Emerald Warrior. Find the weaker or rookie member of the team and pick on him. They’re working over Rhodes’ head and torso, no doubt to try and set up for their respective signature moves. Cole: It’s obvious that they want no part of Hardcore Holly after the beatings he dished out on them earlier. These guys have no guts. JBL: How hypocritical are you, Michael? One minute you say they’ve got control, the next you call them out on their tactics. You just want to give Rhodes and Holly an excuse. *Warrior grabs Rhodes round the head and rushes at the corner, vaulting over the ropes onto the apron and bulldogging Rhodes’ head into the corner with one of his trademark unorthodox athletic moves! Rhodes falls back parallel to the ropes, and Warrior springboards as if for a splash, but just fakes it out and steps off the rope to the mat, before THEN pulling the trigger, leaping over Rhodes to the opposite ropes in position for a Lionsault, but then spinning 180 degrees and landing with a big legdrop on Rhodes head and throat! Cover… 1……..
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Holly breaks it up! The referee tries to get Holly back into his teams corner, but while the ref is preoccupied, Warrior has dragged Rhodes to his corner and is choking him with the tag rope! Warrior then tag out to Angus, but lifts Rhodes onto his shoulders as the Highland Diamonds set up for a Doomsday Device! Angus climbs up and dives for it, but Rhodes ducks his head last minute and tries to get a victory roll on the Emerald Warrior! It is blocked with a wheelbarrow hold, and as Angus rolls through to his feet, Warrior hoists Rhodes up with his high angle German suplex, Angus performing his Neckbreaker as they score with the Post-Concussion Syndrome! They make a cover.. 1….
2…. Holly quickly breaks it up, and starts trying to tee off on both Diamonds.* Cole: And this one has fallen apart at the seams, the referee has completely lost control! *Holly brawls with the Diamonds, but 2 on 1 is just too much for Holly. The Diamonds whip him off and set for the double superkick, but Holly hangs on to the ropes. Angus and Warrior rush him, but Holly backdrops them both over! Both recover and land on the apron, and both then slingshot in, kicking Holly in the back of the head in the process. Angus goes back to Cody while Warrior rushes Holly, who sidesteps and launches Warrior over the ropes to the floor with a big toss! Angus then clotheslines Holly over the top to the floor, and turns around in time to see Cody Rhodes stirring. Angus plants Rhodes with an inverted DDT and covers 1……
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3-no! He just kicked out! Angus is in disbelief, he protests with the referee, even trying to fix his fingers to make them read 3. But while he is messing about, Rhodes has crawled to his corner, where Holly is returning to the apron, and he makes the tag! Holly is in like lightning, running dropkick floors Angus! Clothesline drops him again, but wait, the referee never saw the tag, he’s trying to stop Holly. Holly pushes the referee out of the way and nails Angus with an inverted Atomic drop, then picks him up, Alabama Slam! Angus is out! But the referee is insistent, and is threatening disqualification! Holly furiously returns to the apron, but even as he argued with the referee, Emerald Warrior reached into the ring and rolled Rhodes further into the middle.* Cole: What a gyp! Cody made the tag! This is an outrage! JBL: If the referee didn’t see it, it’s not legal Michael. * Holly jumps to the floor, and tosses Emerald Warrior into the barricade, before stomping at him. The referee yells out at him to get to the apron and Holly does so reluctantly. Meanwhile, Rhodes, seeing the self-proclaimed ‘Highlands Horror’, lain out in the ring, decides to go for a cover rather than a tag, and makes a limp 1-armed pinfall 1………
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Kick out! Rhodes is frustrated, and starts trying to get to his corner to Holly, even as Angus also rolls towards his corner. Rhodes continues crawling, and he finally makes the tag! Emerald Warrior also reaches in and tags into the match, but Holly catches Warrior mid-run and powerslams him! Warrior gets up, only to take a quick hiptoss, almost being dropped on his neck as Holly releases early! Warrior gets up, and Holly goes behind ,trying for a Full Nelson, but Warrior fights it and gets a standing switch, before stepping under into a cravate into the Emerald Cutter! Warrior makes the cover 1….
2-kick out! Holly is out and up quick, and even as Warrior tries to stay on offence, Holly flapjacks him then lets him free fall to the mat! Holly punts Emerald Warrior in the stomach, then picks him up, Irish whips him to the ropes, and hits a big back drop! Warrior is up, and Holly catches him, hits a backbreaker, into a sidewalk slam ,and hold for a pin! 1……
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Kick out! Holly lifts Warrior back up, and goes for an Alabama slam, but Warrior fights free, and is able to counter into a piledriver, dropping Holly on his bad neck! He makes some signal to Angus, who steps off the apron, and Warrior then rushes Rhodes on the other apron with a forearm, not hard enough to knock him off the apron but hard enough to anger him. Rhodes tries to get into the ring as Warrior further goads him, but Holly comes up from behind and locks in a full nelson on Warrior, trying to make him tap! Rhodes calms down and the referee sees the submission, asking if Warrior will tap even as Holly continues his 2004 flashback by trying to break Emerald Warrior’s neck! Angus meanwhile, has grabbed both of Holly and Rhodes’ WWE World Tag Team title belts, and slaps Rhodes on the back with an open hand. Rhodes drops down to square off with Angus, who tosses him one of the belts before collapsing in ‘pain’, appealing to the referee. The referee stops what he’s doing and glances from one to the other, before getting in Rhodes’ face as he protests his innocence. Angus, quick as a flash, darts into the ring, and as Warrior ducks, Angus blasts Holly with the other title before disposing it too quickly for the referee to see as he turns round.* Cole: Oh no! Angus MacAngus just tricked the referee into interrogating Cody Rhodes, giving him an opening to use the other belt on Holly! JBL: Give it a rest Michael, you know you’d be applauding it if it were Rey Mysterio doing it. Cole: That’s different. That’d be a tribute to Eddie Guerrero ,this is just cheating. JBL: If the referee doesn’t see it, it’s all legal, Michael. Cole: That’s the exact opposite of what you said before! * The referee, suspicious but without any evidence, questions Angus, who feigns innocence before hitting a big vault over the ropes into a Plancha on Rhodes. Emerald Warrior meanwhile sets Holly up, before climbing the ropes, and scoring with the spectacular Five Star Moonsault! 1……
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Cole; Not this Way! 3!* Cole:DAMMIT!
Announcer: Here are your winners, Angus MAcAngus, the Emerald Warrior, the Highland Diamonds! *Emerald Sword by Rhapsody cues up again as Angus and Warrior pick up Holly and Rhodes’ belts, posing with them briefly before tossing the titles to the fallen champions. Both men retreat up the ramp, Warrior with his typical arrogant swagger, Angus a bit hastier due to the blood still flowing from above his eye. We fade out to a commercial*
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Post by Hensley on Mar 12, 2008 18:51:47 GMT -5
"Hotter Than Hell" Jacob Leonard is shown standing by with Hardcore Hensley. He has a microphone ready.
Leonard: Ladies and gentlemen, allow me to present to you a man that exceeds all boundaries. A man that in due time will become one of the more memorable, if not most, in EWT history. A man that will not go down because of how he talked, but a man that shall go down because of how he performed. Ladies and gentlemen, Hardcore Hensley.
Leonard hands Hensley the mic, and they trade smiles.
Hensley: EWT, I'm tired. I'm tired of waiting. I've been waiting for too long. I know I haven't turned things around like I said I would, but you must believe me that whether you see it or not, I am progressing. Soon enough, I plan on having this entire threaderation by the balls! Hensley is gonna become a pretty damn famous name around these parts. Parents will rush to name their kids after myself! That EWT Heavyweight championship that one, Chance Confidence, clutches so tightly, will be my defining moment.
Leonard moves back into the viewing screen.
Leonard: Hensley, what about those other titles though?
They trade grins this time.
Hensley: Silly me, where's my head at? Lemme explain myself. When the smoke has cleared, and I rise out from within it, the EWT Heavyweight championship belt will be across my waste. Actually, it'll probably be more along the lines of my belly because underneath it will be the EWT Tri State championship that one, Marcus Trunk, currently holds. Then over my right shoulder, the EWT Ox Division championship. My left shoulder, the EWT Toolshed championship. Titles which are, at the moment, in the grasps of BR Juri Sadamoto and Sigma respectively. Last, as I stretch my arms out. The EWT Tag Team championships will be, one each, in my hands. Treasure them, Jimmy and Jason. By then my power in EWT will be too much for even Toomi to handle. Therefore, expect those EWT Stable championships to go bye bye, my apologies to the Cast of Heroes. Also, go ahead and just expect a complete abolishment of the that Girl Next Door division.
Leonard: Wow...
Hensley: I know, they are quite genius.
Leonard applauds Hensley as he reappears fully.
Leonard: That's a man among boys, folks. Pay attention, if you're lucky, some of that might just roll off on yourselves, but who am I kidding?
They each let out puzzling hearty laughs.
Leonard: Next time, we would like you all to prepare for a very special treat, for I have arranged a special attraction match pitting Hensley against one of the up and coming superstars in today's wrestling world. You will not wanna miss this, I can promise you that. A Hensley Preview? Only myself, only me.
Leonard and Hensley shake hands then as Leonard makes his leave, Hensley gets another closeup.
Hensley: I'm game.
He shoves the cameraman down, and the screen fizzes before blacking out. Crap-A-Mania V promo runs next.
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Post by chanceconfidence on Mar 13, 2008 18:06:21 GMT -5
Announcer: The following contest is scheduled for one fall... and it is for the EWT Championship!!!
Direction Perfection starts to pump out of the Toomitron, as the crowd boos angrily, a familiar man stepping out, clad in a familiar silver robe, another large masked man following behind, as he slowly steps down the ramp way, stopping and raising his left arm, as a shower of silver sparks shoot up from the side. He then raises the other, another streams emerging from the other side, the man stepping down the ramp way, arms held high, until he reaches the bottom, dropping both, as the sparks vanish instantly. He reaches up, slowly removing the hood of his robe, revealing the champion's face, a huge sneer on it, as he undoes his robe quickly, pulling it open, revealing the EWT Championship strapped around his waist. He heads to the apron, hopping up and flipping into the ring quickly. His bodyguard waits on the outside, arms folded.
Announcer: Introducing first, accompanied by the Platinum Punisher, from London, England, weighing in at 219 pounds, he is the leader of the Platinum Association and the EWT Champion, Chance Confidence!!!
Chance motions to the referee to remove his robe, the man doing so rather reluctantly, then walking over and dropping it to the outside, to a rather annoyed look from Chance. The Punisher scoops it up off the ground and quickly folds it up, as Chance walks up, doing his ceremonial pre match handstand, before hopping back down and removing his belt handing it over to the referee. He folds his arms, waiting for his opponent.
Time to Play the Game starts up next, as the crowd gives a rather loud pop, as the man steps out from the back, water bottle in hand, as he pours the stuff over his head, basking in his rainbow of lights, before stepping down toward the ring.
Announcer: And introducing the challenger, from Greenwich Connecticut, weighing in at 260 pounds, Triple H!!!
He walks over, hopping up onto the apron now, taking a gulp of water and preparing to do his usual spit, only for Chance to run up from behind, drop kicking him off the apron! Trips goes sailing, head crashing into the barricade, as he indeed spits it out on the floor, gasping a bit, turning around, just in time for Chance to vault over the ropes, taking him down with a plancha! The EWT Champion grins, reaching down and smacking his opponent atop the head a bit, then yanking him up, grabbing that bottle of water and taking a gulp himself, then spitting it right into the Game's eyes, who stumbles back blinded, as Chance grabs drives his skull into the barricade, before pulling him back up and tossing him back into the ring, as the bell sounds. He follows quickly after, tugging him up, only to get a kick to the gut, as an angry Triple H starts pounding away with some fists, sending Chance staggering back a bit, the Game whipping him off the ropes, grabbing him for a spinebuster and planting him into the mat! Chance grasps at his back, as Trips goes for a cover. 1....2....
Chance kicks out. Trips starts stomping over him now, then mounting and raining down more fists on the champion, who tries to guard his face from this onslaught. Trips eventually gets back off, as Chance rises, turning around as the Game aims a jumping knee, only for Chance to quickly roll under it! He lands on his feet, just in time to get rolled up by a school boy. 1....2...
Trips kicks out. Chance backs up a bit, looking quite annoyed, as he charges in, only to get taken down with a clothesline. He grasps the neck, rising back up, right into a second one, as the Game stomps more at his downed opponent, Chance rolling off to the side, as Trips charges once more, only to get a drop toe hold, as Confidence rises up, aiming a few stomps of his own, stomping in the back of his opponent's head, grinding his face into the mat, as he grins, reaching back down and yanking him up, delivering a few knees to the face, then leaping up, hitting a back heel kick, nailing him again, Trips going down hard. Chance walks over, then deliver a double leg drop across that face, rolling back to his feet, then grabbing Triple H, applying a step over facelock, trying to do more damage. Triple H cringes a bit, trying to fight out of this hold, as Confidence pulls back harder, seeming to try and pry his face right off. Trips however manages to fight out of it, back to his feet, hitting a few quick elbows to the chest, only for Chance to quickly take him back down with a Russian Leg Sweep. Trips grasps at the back, as Chance walks over, now grinding his boot into the facial features, Trips however grabbing him by the leg and shoving him off! He rises back to his feet, as Chance gets to his own, not at all pleased. He charges full speed, only for Trips to grabs him for his knee face smash, dazing him quite quickly. He hooks the arms, looking for a Pedigree, but Chance quickly counters, dumping him over his back. The champion looks on even more annoyed, as the Game rises back up, right into a dropkick to the face! He goes down, as Confidence hits a quick standing moonsault press, looking for the cover. 1....2....
Triple H kicks out. Chance looks even more annoyed, pulling him back to his feet, unleashing a nasty chop across the chest, followed by a few more, sending him staggering back into the turnbuckle. He then backs up, charging and nailing a spinning wheel kick to the face, sailing over the ropes and flipping back into the ring, ala Jimmy Yang. Triple H groans, as Confidence then walks over, giving him a face wash, damaging that face more, then backing up for the boot, Triple H moving out of the way, Confidence managing to stop himself, only to get grabbed from behind, dropped with a backdrop suplex! He grasps the back, as Triple H drops down, looking for a pin. 1.....2...
Chance kicks out. Triple H starts stomping even further over his opponent, pulling him back to his feet, sending him off the ropes, looking for a back body drop, only for Chance to himself and deliver a vicious kick to the head, knocking him back down. He walks over, wrapping his legs around the Game's neck, squeezing hard, as Trips eyes go wide. He gasps in pain, trying to fight free, but to no avail, as Confidence keeps his vice locked in. He leans up a bit, smacking Trips cross the face with a sick sneer, who continues to try to fight out, soon trying to roll over. Chance however attempting to block this attempt. The game keeps trying though, rocking back and forth, as he tries to keep him still, the effects of the hold starting to kick in. Eventually however, Triple H succeeds, rolling onto his stomach and breaking the hold, then climbing onto Chance's back, applying a Boston Crab, who gasps in pain, quickly crawling over and grabbing the bottom rope, to the disgust of his opponent. He rolls out of the ring, pacing around outside, as Trips watches on the outside, a bit of a smug look on his face, as he rubs that neck a bit. Confidence soon returns to the ring, Trips swinging a fist, which he quickly ducks under, countering with a low dropkick! Trips however side steps this move, grabbing him by the legs and dragging him away from the ropes, now dropping an elbow onto a leg, applying a lock on it. Chance looks at this, grimacing a bit, before quickly kicking the Game off with his free leg. Trips rises back to his feet, then getting tackled, as Chance dives at his own leg, taking him down! He rises back up, pulling the Game up now, taking him into a swinging neckbreaker, Trips gasping in pain, as he looks for a cover. 1....2..
Triple H kicks out. Chance looks on in annoyance, stomping more at that neck, then sitting him up, delivering another vicious kick to the back of it! The Game's eyes go wide, as he rubs back at it, Confidence delivering another unforgiving boot, before once again pulling him to his feet, coming off the ropes and nailing with him a flying lariat, knocking the Game back down on his back, as Confidence rises again, stomping once more over the area, then dropping down, applying a Dragon Sleeper, as he smirks, looking to put the Game down for the count this time. He wrenches hard on the neck, as Triple H yelps in pain, trying to break free, but to no avail. He starts to succumb to the effects slowly, becoming a bit woozy, as he fights to keep his head up. Chance however keeps his grip locked on tight, as the Game soon becomes rather motionless, the referee walking over and checking on him, raising the arm once...twice... but it refuses to drop a third time. Chance looks on in shock, as he starts cranking even further on that neck, but Trips starts to fight to his feet now, Chance quickly leaping onto his back and keeping a sleeper locked in, Triple H however reaching back and throwing him off, sending the champion crashing into the mat! He clutches his back, rising to his feet, right into an inverted atomic drop by the Game, who sends him off the ropes once more, then charges and nails him with a jumping knee, sending him down to the mat. Triple H looks for a cover. 1....2....
Chance gets the shoulder up. Triple H can't believe it, as he drops another knee across the face of Confidence, who grasps further, rolling along the mat. Triple H grins, setting up for the Pedigree, as he grabs and pulls Chance to his feet, only to receive an implant DDT! Trips goes down hard into the mat, as he groans in pain, Confidence looking down and grinning, springing to the top turnbuckle and rubbing his hands together, leaping off with a shooting star press, only for him to roll out of the way! Chance bounces hard off the mat, clutching his chest, as Triple H takes advantage, draping an arm across for the cover. 1....2....
NO! Chance gets a shoulder up. Triple H can't believe it, as he fights back to his feet, Chance rising soon after, clutching his chest still, as he stumbles right into a Pedigree! Triple H groans, dropping to the mat now, as he crawls over, making the cover. 1....2.....3!!!
But the referee isn't counting... Triple H rises up, wondering what's going on, when he sees Mike Zephyr distracting the referee on the outside! Meanwhile on the other side, Mark slides Chance his walking stick, as the champion nods, rising up and cracking the Game right over the skull with it, dropping him immediately! He rolls the thing back out of the ring, as Chance charges, leaping onto the turnbuckle and hitting the Confidence Booster, nailing it and hooking Triple H's leg for the pin. 1....2.....3!!!
It's over... Chance wins thanks to his damned flunkies.
Announcer: Here is your winner... and still EWT Champion, Chance Confidence!!!
Chance rises back up, looking down at his opponent with anger, once again having been made to look foolish, as he snaps his fingers, the Zephyrs quickly charging into the ring, holding Triple H still by his arms, as he walks up and SMACKS him right across the face! He then follows up with a kick to the groin, Trip's eyes going wide, as he slumps forward, only for Chance to grab him and lay him out with a Tornado DDT for extra emphasis, leaving Trips in a heap. He rolls out of the ring, snatching the announcer's microphone, as he looks back toward the ring.
Chance: Once again... another lucky fool managed to NEARLY defeat the glorious EWT Champion, the pinnacle of perfection, the force of flawlessness, the epitome of excellence... but yet again, just like that little punk Mike Ragnal, they once again fell WELL short of their goal! Clearly this game is for children, which he would have a better chance at defeating anyway... well maybe not defeating per-say, but at least he might get lucky and tie!
He smirks, as the crowd boos at these comments, Chance ignoring this rather completely.
Chance: However... let's hope he doesn't decide to do something stupid, like INTERRUPT a sacred ceremony that damned Mountain Dew Guzzling, Extreme Raggle did. Mike... you made a HUGE mistake by pissing off your superiors. You see, the Platinum Association cannot and WILL NOT stand for such insubordination you idiotic little lemming! You can shock with us with your so called truth as much as you like, in the end you, like the rest of these sacks of useless vomit, will amount to nothing under my regime! I've asserted myself and beaten many former champions like yourself Ragnal. I beat Maelstrom... I beat that Merc fellow, I even beat the unpinned Joe One and his little lackey! It's thanks to me that their miserable little reign is done with and it is thanks to me that the era of the Platinum Association has arisen. You will all thank me as well when I pulverize all your precious saviors into the dust, with my superior wrestling ability and my super computer like cunning and strategy. Quadruple O here, he couldn't hang with me and thus failed... a lesson to you all! I will defeat each and every damn person that you throw at me... whether they be... a certain raving loony, a fish humping outcast, a deluded cult member, or anyone else you can name! Mark my words each and every last one of you... I SHALL RULE THE EWT WITH AN IRON FIST AND THERE'S NOT A DAMN THING YOU CAN DO TO STOP ME!!!
The crowd boos even louder, as Confidence scoops up his walking stick once again, sliding back into the ring, then smashing it Scammy first into the rising Triple H, sending him back down in a heap, as he raises it high and grins, exiting the ring and strolling back up the ramp way, to some heavy heat, as we fade to commercial.
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Maelstrom
AC Slater
The Tide Will Turn!
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Post by Maelstrom on Mar 14, 2008 9:48:00 GMT -5
*We come back to ringside as Howard Finkel prepares for the next match*
HOWARD FINKEL: Ladies and gentlemen the next match is for one fall ...
*As he finishes the svagae samoan musical drumbeat begins, the crowd begins to boo as out from the back walks Umaga*
THE FINK: hailing from the Isle of Samoa, he weighs in at 348 pounds ... he is Umaga!!!
*The crowd continues to boo as the Samoan Bulldozer heads to the ring.*
THE FINK: and his opponent ...
*The music stops and instead blue smoke rises from the main stage, as it rises 'Apocalypse Please' hits the music building as the smoke rises and then explodes.*
THE FINK: hailing from the depths of the Aquarium ... he weighs in at 289lbs ... he is Maelstrom!!
*The mist clears as the crowd roars and out from the cloud stands Maelstrom! He acknoledges the crowd support as he makes his way to the ring. He enters the ring and faces off against Umaga.*
The Bell Rings
The two men warily pace around the ring, both power based wrestlers. Umaga suddenly lets his animalistic nature take over screams and charges forward to wards Maelstrom. Maelstrom is ready though and greets him with a hard right, followed bu another. The Samoan Savge falls back but then lashes out with a chop. Maelstrom takes it and continues on with his punches before grabbing the arm and flinging Umaga into the ropes. Umaga comes back but Maelstrom is ready and catches him with a boot to the face stunnig the big man. Maelstrom motions to Umaga as if to say stay right where you are and using the ropes comes back and catches Umaga with a heavy lariat. Umaga goes down and Maelstrom drops for the cover.
1,2 ...
Umaga kicks out and is back on his feet, as Maelstrom throws some clubbing blows. Maelstrom tries to get the big man down with a slam, but Umaga blocks it and elbows maelstrom away. Maelstrom turns away holding his jaw and then goes back fo more ... Savate Kick!! ... Maelstrom tyook the shot right tot he jaw and falls into the corner ... Umnaga sensing progress screams loudly before charging forward and connecting witht he running butt bash. Maelstrom is groggy as he gets up while Umaga waits.
*the crowd continues to cheer on Maelstrom*
Umaga lashes out looking for the Smaoan Spike, no Maelstrom blocked it and headbutts Umaga. Maelstrom stumbles back his head clearly not as hard as Umaga's. Umaga shouts agin as he scoops up Maelstrom looking for a Samoan Drop. Maelstrom slips out of it thoughand latches on the Water on the Brain! ... Umaga is in trouble as Maelstrom cranks down hard on the neck of the samoan. Blood drips from Maelstrom's mouth clearly that Savate Kick connected more than thought. Umaga struggles but has no where to go or means of escape and taps.
*Bell Rings*
THE FINK: Your winnner ... Maelstrom!!
*The crowd cheers louldy as 'Apocalypse Please' starts up again. Maelstrom drops Umaga and has his hand raised, another victory here in the EWT.*
(Fade Out)
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Post by The Bad Man on Mar 14, 2008 9:57:45 GMT -5
*We are backstage and Sum Guy is just finishing up for the night. A large shadow suddenly looms over him, he gulps tunrs around and looks up at the immense girth of ... of ... *
SUM GUY: The ... Bad Man??
BAD MAN: Flheh .. Flhehe ...
SUM GUY: I thought you left EWT?
BAD MAN: flhehe ... flhee ... can't keep a bad man down ... flheh ...
*The Bad man lashes out with a nearby bucket of red paint that was resting on a table, knocking Sum Guy out. As Sum Guy lies in a puddle of Red Paint, the Bad Man grins at the chaos before walking off*
(Fade out)
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Post by xombiehiphop on Mar 15, 2008 9:08:25 GMT -5
Announcer: "The following contest is scheduled for ONE fall! Currently in the ring, from Marietta, Georgia...BG JAMES!
BG climbs to the middle rope and throws up an "X" formation with his arms
Announcer: "And his opponent..representing The Platinum Association..--"
The lights in the arena turn completely dim, leaving BG, the referee and the masses to become engulfed in darkness. The only bits of light come from sparked lighters and cell phones. The 'tron begins to flicker with activity, leaving us with grainy, black and white footage. Ghost Face's face is covers the vision, strands of dreadlocks hanging in front of his features..
Ghost Face: "..BG James..or maybe I should call you by the moniker in which you gained your highest notoriety..Road Dogg. When our business was at it's peak you were right in the middle of it. But for these last few years..you haven't been in the public eye much..you've been wallowing in mediocrity. What was it that cast you from your lofty position in McMahon's kingdom? ..Drugs. You threw all of it away for a hit. You were a Marine at one point. You've ended lives. ..I wonder if all this time in obscurity has dulled your survival skills?"
The 'tron goes blank and the lights return. A confused BG barks orders at the referee, demanding an explanation. He doesn't have one for him. James grabs the referee by the shirt and begins to shake him about. The official desperately tries to free himself..but no t from BG..he's more frightful of what has just creeped into the ring. A chair shot to the back crumples BG to the back and he's just found the whereabouts of his opponent.
Another chair shot to the back, followed by a few jabs into his rib cage keeps him grounded. Ghost Face stares down at the shaken mass, without a trace of regret in his eyes. He wedges BG's head between the steel chair and drags him to a standing position. With a running start, he slams BG's head into the turnbuckle so that the chair collapses around his throat. He falls to the mat, unmoving, blood already oozing from his lips. Officials come and back Ghost Face away but he makes no effort to move or even stop them. He simply stares down and keeps that dead expression on his face..
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Post by The Lach is very tired on Mar 17, 2008 4:08:12 GMT -5
*As we return from commercial Where The Party's At hits. The crowd goes wild as they know the time has come for Spaz to make his return to the EWT ring. He comes out & makes his way to the ring.*
Bobby Cruiz: Ladies & gentleman, the following contest is co-sanctioned by The Extreme Wrestlecrap Threaderation & Total Nonstop Action Wrestling & it is for the TNA X Division Title!!
Joey Styles: What?! I had no idea this was a title match!
Tazz: Neither did I Joe! What a way for Spaz to make his return!
BC: Introducing the challenger, making his EWT wrestling return, from Sydney, Australia, weighing in at 208lbs. He is Spaz!!
JS: I just received word from the back that Jay Lethal insisted on putting the title on the line tonight against Spaz!
*Lethal's TNA theme starts up & he emerges with the title over his shoulder.*
BC: And his opponent, from Elizabeth, NJ, weighing in at 192 lbs he is the current Total Nonstop Action Wrestling X Division Champion of the World The Black Machismo Jay Lethal!!
JS: This has to be a first Tazz, a title match for another company's belt in the EWT! Not since the days of the WCF have we seen this.
T: This is gonna be off the chain Joe!
* The 2 men are in the ring & ready to go. They approach each other & shake hands. The referee calls for the bell & the two men circle each other. They lock up & Spaz gains the upper hand, he whips Lethal into the ropes & knocks him down with a shoulder block. He is up quickly & charges, Spaz knocks him down again. Lethal is up again but Spaz takes him down with an Armbar. Lethal flips out of it & kips up. He then knocks Spaz down with a clothesline. Spaz gets up & nods at Lethal who nods back at Spaz. The corwd is loving th match so far.*
T: Mutual respect for each other there Joey, great to see.
* The two lock up again, Spaz backs Lethal into the ropes but Lethal bounces off & is able to hip toss Spaz down. He then grabs Spaz's legs & tries to lock on a submission. Spaz fights & kicks Lethal off. He hits the turnbuckle back first. Spaz gets up & charges, his drives his forarm into Lethal's head & then Bulldogs him out of the corner. Spaz goes for a quick pin attempt.*
1 2 NO!
JS: The Champ escapes! That was a close one!
* The two men stand again & Lethal is quick to charge at Spaz & level him with a flying elbow. He then quickly drops the leg across Spaz's chest. He tries a cover.*
1 2 KICKOUT!
*Spaz powers out of the cover. They two men rise, Spaz grabs Lethal, whips him off the ropes & nails him with a dropkick. Spaz stands & roars at the crowd. He picks Lethal up & has in a torture rack across his shoulders.*
T: Looks like Spaz is going for his new finisher. This Is Spinal Snap!
JS: If that is as brutal as the rumors suggest then Spaz will be the new TNA X Division Champion!
* Spaz has Lethal set up, he is about to plant him but Lethal kicks his legs wildly. Spaz loses his balance & Lethal is able to get Spaz in a headlock & he swings him into a DDT. Lethal then pulls Spaz to his feet but Spaz fights him off. Spaz then plants Lethal with the Down Under DDT! Spaz hooks the leg.*
1 2 ROPEBREAK!!
*Lethal gets his foot up on the bottom rope. Spaz then gets up, drags Lethal into the centre of the ring & looks to lock on The Sydney Cloverleaf. He has Lethal in the centre of the ring & he is screaming as Spaz applies the pressure.*
JS: Lethal has nowhere to go he may have to give it up!
* With one final burst of energy Lethal kicks Spaz off. Spaz flies forward into the ropes & he bounces back. Lethal has the presence of mind to roll him up.*
1 2 3!
*Spaz kicks out but its just a fraction too late! Lethal's music hits & he gets up to celebrate.*
BC: Here is your winner & still the TNA X Division Champion Black Machismo Jay Lethal!
JS: With a surprise roll up Jay Lethal keeps the title!
T: Spaz must be disappointed but he hasn't wrestled a match in nearly a year Joey.
* Spaz stands up, he looks dejected but he shakes hands with Lethal as we fade to commercial.*
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Post by respectmeordye3 on Mar 17, 2008 14:33:56 GMT -5
Black Reign's theme plays and he makes his way out to the ring.
A moment later Bullz-I's theme plays and he makes his way out to the ring as well.
The bell rings and the match is underway.
That's when Bullz-I's valet jumps up in Black Reign's view --and she is dressed in a VERY skimpy string bikini.
Black Reign is astounded as Callie marches back and forth in front of him shaking and shimming all the while.
Bullz-I uses the open opportunity to get Black Reign in a Schoolboy Roll Up and holds Black Reign's tights for good measure-though out of the referee's sight.
"1........."
"2........"
"3!"
Bullz-I wins!
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Post by Toom E. Guci on Mar 24, 2008 13:03:28 GMT -5
I'm Sum Guy & I announce my canidacy for the Springfield Primaries. I am outside the office of Toom E Dangerously, where I wish to speak with him regarding the new Match Board. In the first time we can think of, the EWT Heavyweight Champion is booked against an unknown opponent....which is usually saved for pay per views. And what happened last time we didn't have a man announced, psychoapeguy came back & shattered his elbow at Common Ground.
*Sum turns & knocks on the door. Toom E answers the door.*
Mr. Dangerously, sir...Chance Confidence appears to be booked on the Match Board, but against who? Who is his opponent?
*Toom E closes the door in Sum Guy's face. Sum turns back towards the camera with a bloody nose.*
Well, no answer from Mr. Dangerously...but now I need a tissue. Nurse? Medic!!
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Post by Trik Turner on Mar 24, 2008 18:59:00 GMT -5
He has been here before.
On a mission in his path.
That mission wasn't fullfilled.
He is back to finish that mission.
His path lies ahead.
But what is this mission we speak of?
You all shall soon find out!!!
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Post by Hensley on Mar 25, 2008 1:30:21 GMT -5
We go to a random interviewer backstage. He's standing by with Hardcore Hensley.: Hardcore Hensley, you are scheduled for perhaps the biggest match of your life. The Ox Division championship is on the line! What exactly is going through your head right now? Hensley: Well I'll tell ya straight up, she's a chick, I gotta d***. Not much more I need to add to that, I think. : Excuse me, Hensley, but are you implying that you will be holding up the belt when the bell rings? Hensley: What else it sound like? : A rather sexist remark, to be frank. His sudden outburst causes Hensley to get big with him.Hensley: Mother f*** you! I'm Hardcore Hensley, b****! I do what I want, when I want, and how I want! Right now, the Ox Division strap is glimmering in my dark brown eyes, and I want it! He turns from the camera to the interviewer.Hensley: There ain't gonna be no little girl in my way neither. He storms off, leaving the interviewer trembling for a moment.: I guess, you've heard it here, folks. Sadamoto/Hensley. EWT Ox Division championship. He slowly turns back to the camera, still trembling a tad.: It's next...
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Post by brokenrose on Mar 25, 2008 3:13:36 GMT -5
*Cut backstage to inside a locker room. We see Marisol in the view as she walks into the main section where a certain fiery Joshi tightening her gloves.*
Marisol: Miss Sadamoto? Miss Sadamoto!?
Juri: *Sitting down to adjust her shoes.* ...What do want?
Marisol: Are the rumors true? Are you leaving?
Juri: ... *bowing her head, her red bangs covering her jade eyes* Yes, I am.
Marisol: I'm sorry to hear it...
Juri: Sorry to confirm it.
Marisol: ...Can I ask a private question?
Juri: ...Sure.
Marisol: Are you sad you didn't get to wrestle Curly Long?
Juri: Heck no! I'm relieved. And I bet Toomi was happy too, because I know for a fact that he would have loved all the paper work he would have got.
Marisol: ...Paper work?
Juri: Curly for sexual harassment. And me for manslaughter.
Marisol: *blushing* ...I see... Ah.. Well, do you have any words on you leaving EWT?
Juri: The fact is that I've done alot here, alot more than I thought I ever would. I came here only to get revenge and instead found a rep as a respected wrestler here as well as a soul mate. I am very sorry to leave so suddenly, but my main purpose for being here is gone... But who's to say I won't come back.
Marisol: ...So does that mean you're vacating your title?
Juri: *Jumping to her feet and glaring at Marisol.* Do I look like a coward?! No. I'm said I'm a fighting champion and I mean just that. My last match in EWT is a match where I will defend my title, but that sure as hell doesn't mean that I'm going to lay down. I'm going in at my best, my maximum. And if Hensley thinks he's getting an easy match, then he just doesn't know WHAT I AM CAPABLE OFF! I will defend this title with all my honor, as it has become almost precious to me, and I will be as focused as ever to walk out of EWT as a champion!
Marisol: Strong words! Miss Juri... What are you doing?!
*Juri leans up against Marisol, almost touching her cheek with Marisol's lips.*
Juri: ...Smooch.
Marisol: *Blushing deeply.* JURI!? YOU FEEL THE SAME WAY?!
Juri: *Blank look.* ...I didn't even touch you. I was just testing a theory. Looks like I'm right. *She turns, smirking at the camera, and nudges the stuttering Marisol out of the view.* Regardless of what happens, thank you everyone for your respect. I dedicate this match to all of you. Oh, and since this is my last time talking to all of you... *She closes her eyes and smiles, somewhat resembling an anime character.* Sayonara.
*Her cartoonish expression fades away into a serious yet almost sad stare toward her door and walks out of frame.*
Marisol: ...You... aren't going to show this... right?
Camera Guy: ...Live. TV.
Marisol: ...o.o;
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Post by The Lach is very tired on Mar 25, 2008 20:39:25 GMT -5
Spaz walks up to the matchboard. He reads it & he smiles. Sum Guy is there.
SG: I'm Sum Guy & I have Superman boxer shorts! I am here with the man who will face Marcus Trunk for the Tri-State Title this week Spaz! What do you think of this challenge Spaz?
S: I'm pumped Guy! I have the chance to become the triple crown champion! I have held the 2 other major titles in EWT & now I can get the other one. I have alot of respect for Trunk so I know it won't be easy but I am ready to wear gold again!
SG: Spaz is ready for his title match! I'm Sum Guy & I don't like pudding.
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Post by Toom E. Guci on Mar 26, 2008 2:44:51 GMT -5
* A limo arrives outside, where folks are wondering who it is. Toom E Dangerously steps out of the limo & he is holding the EWT Heavyweight Championship. Todd Grisham rushes up to him.*
Mr. Dangerously!! Mr. Dangerously, sir!!! Why are you holding the EWT Heavyweight Championship?
Does this have something to do with the fact that Chance does not have an opponent on the Match Board?
Is Chance one of the superstars who walked out sir?
Mr. Dangerously?
Sir?
Boss?
*Toom E Dangerously just continues to walk into the building with a blank look on his face.*
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Post by Trik Turner on Mar 27, 2008 14:14:30 GMT -5
Since Day 1, he came in for respect.
He didn't get it.
He tried to do things your way.
You didn't like it.
His mission was attempted.
It was laughed at.
And now he's back to finish the machine...
HIS WAY!!
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