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Post by Rated X on Nov 10, 2007 19:06:55 GMT -5
Finlay is standing in the ring, shilleligh in hand when....... the lights go out!! The lights turn on in about 5 seconds, with Finlay on the mat while Nunez has the version of the Border City Stretch he calls the "Tail of the Phoenix" locked in. Finaly tries to fight the hold, but Nunez applies more pressure, forcing Finaly to tap out. Nunez releases the hold and exits the ring as the fans wonder what the hell just happened.
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The Line
Patti Mayonnaise
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Post by The Line on Nov 11, 2007 3:41:21 GMT -5
*Andy Dukes makes his way back into the Cidal Squad locker room, to see Jonathan Doe already there, waiting for Duke.
Doe: Good job out there. In both the match and the announcement.
Duke: We have something to talk about…
Doe: Which is precisely why I am here. So about that….
Duke: Hey man, I lost the match fair and square so whatever you want.
Doe: This is going to sound quite trivial, especially after the severity of our little war, but what I want is your blessing…
Duke: yes…
Doe: To potentially pursue…
Duke: uh-huh…
Doe: A relationship with Alexa, now that she's single and all…
Duke:….Woah.
Doe: Yeah, lame I know.
Duke: No, its not that. I really don’t know what to say to that. I mean, we’ve barely been apart for a week. I know I said I lost fair and square and all that BS. But no, I can’t give you my “blessing”. I still love her and have every intention of getting back together with her, sooner rather than later. So no, I can’t do that. Anything else, yes, but this, no.
Doe: Hrrm, I figured you would say that. So I have a second request. I want…out.
Duke: Out of the squad? Good luck and on your own and-
Doe: Not just out of the squad…out of this company. I go back and look and who I was when I first came here, and who I am now, and its not the same person. And that’s not a good thing. I know you have enough pull, somehow, with management. I know you’ve saved me from the firing block before, and you got Alexa her contract with the company, so go meet with them, and get me out of here. Those are the only options I pose.
Duke: Wow. You leave me with a huge choice. Either I give up my one love and watch her carouse around with my best friend, or I fight to have my best friend in the company get out of his contract. Or I do neither. And that really doesn’t help either of us. Damn… I’ll go meet with management.
Doe: Ok. So, I guess this is goodbye, man. The times have been great.
Duke: They have been excellent. Hey, maybe I’ll see you back here sometime.
Doe: Maybe…Good luck with the tag invite. And I’m sure things with Alexa and you will work out just fine. Don’t worry about it.
Duke: Thanks man. And good luck finding yourself.
Doe: Bye.
*They shake hands.
Duke: Bye
*Exit Jonathan Doe.
Duke: (under his breath) Dammit!
*Alexa walks into the locker room with a sports bag. She is dressed chicly, yet at the same time simply, with a white knit cap, fashionable black wool jacket, and blue jeans tucked into a pair of brown boots. There is an awkward pause at first.
Alexa: Hey.
Duke:…Hey, what’s up? You wanna go grab a bite to eat or something?
Alexa: No. I came back here to tell you I’m leaving. I’ve officially been granted my release by EWT, and I plan to go home, to my real home, for the first time in a long time. Although without you, it’ll only be a house.
Duke: Are you saying that we-
Alexa: Don’t finish that sentence. Your place is here, and mine obviously isn’t, and because of that we can’t work right now. Maybe after I settle down again, back home, and only then, can we maybe consider trying to start over. Believe me, I’d love to just start over new again right now. The best times of my life were the ones I spent with you. You were my first love. That’s why I felt it necessary to come and tell you. Don’t bother chasing after me, my mind is made up.
Duke: Alexa…
Alexa: Don’t…
*Alexa moves towards Andy, and shares one last kiss with him, but there is little passion in it.
Duke: I can’t just let you leave.
Alexa: You have to.
*Exit Alexa King. There is a long pause, only broken by Duke ,who sits on a bench, speaking barely above a whisper.
Duke: What to do, what to do? (sigh)
*The camera begins to zoom out on Andy, revealing an empty locker room. Andy is alone, now with only one stablemate when just 2 months ago he had 4. There is a chilling silence. One could here a pin drop. FADE TO BLACK.
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Post by Marcus "Stylez" Saxton on Nov 11, 2007 14:06:58 GMT -5
Cheif Jay Strongbow is standing in the ring, Indian strap in hand.
The infamous Godzilla opening breaks the silence, signaling the arrival of Marcus "Stylez" Saxton. "The Champ is Here" begins to play as Mr. 187 himself, Marcus "Stylez" Saxton, walks through the curtains. Saxton is all business tonight, quickly making his way to the ring. Saxton doesn't bother with the formalities, tying the strap to his hand to start the match.
-----Ding Ding Ding!-----
Saxton immediantly yanks the strap hard, forcing Strongbow to come at him. Saxton uses the momentum to lift him on his shoulders, hitting the Killed Your Career!! Saxon goes for the cover...
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And it is over ladies and gentlemen.
-----Ding Ding Ding!-----
Announcer: Here is your winner, Marcus "Stylez" Saxton!!
Saxton unties the strap from around his wrists and exits the ring as we fade to commercial for The Cidal Squad.
"Join Today!!"
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Post by Bedlam LadyD on Nov 11, 2007 21:28:20 GMT -5
Announcer: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is for the EWT Girl Next Door Championship!
If You're Happy and You Know It starts pumping loudly out of the Toomitron, as the crowd immediately begin booing, the psychotic and twisted woman called Dr. Vivian Anemone skipping out from the back, a rather manic little grin on her face, currently donning a blood red top and matching tights, with what looks like a crude drawing of a certain GND champion scribbled across, or at least, what looks like their bloody corpse. She giggles, quickly bopping down to the ring, eager to take out her opponent and snatch away her first GND title.
[Announcer: Introducing the challenger.. from the Land of Imagination, weighing in at 159 pounds, Dr. Vivian Anemone!
Vivian grins and quickly hops into the ring, leaping over the ropes, bouncing up and down like some kind of hyperactive child, a child that wants to beat the living hell out of you. Wee! She continues bouncing around the ring, licking her lips a bit, as her expression quickly grows quite grim, that huge smile though still planted right across her face. She turns towards the entrance ramp, awaiting the champion eagerly. The lights quickly go to a dark purple, with fuchsia highlights making intricate patterns through the darkness.
And she's a killer She's a keeper
Am I blurry In your vision? Was I just A poor decision? Cut me open With precision And we'll finger The incision Tell me, what have I done? Quid pro quo
To watch you lose Control
The female singer screams out the last phrase, bringing in the heart-thumping guitar riff into the ears of the excited audience. Out steps Synthy, vampy-grin on her face. She wears a black spandex midriff-tank with a fuchsia fishnet shirt underneath. A black pair of leather pants with a fuchsia-skull design grace her legs. She wears a white and black fedora with a fuchsia skull and flicks it as she heads to the ring, looking quite determined. She steps up, and stands in the center of the apron, staring at Vivian before flipping over the rope and holding her title as high above her head as possible. She takes her hat off, followed by her title and hands them to the referee, never ceasing to take her eyes off of the crazed bald woman.
Vivian looks back, watching as the champion presents her title, giving it a very close look, before quickly turning her attention back to the champion, looking back as the bell sounds signifying the start of this match. Vivian simply right up to Synthy's face, leaning in close and giving her a few words.
Vivian: Sorry little girl... but I'm gonna have to take that belt from ya! I mean, I deserve it and I should get what I deserve!
Synthy: I'm quite sure that'll happen. Just not the way you'd prefer. You sure ya want to take me on, Baldo?
Vivian doesn't take this Baldo comment very well and immediately lunges forward, biting Synthy right on the face, growling and trying to rip her nose right off! The referee immediately admonishes the woman, administering a five count. Synthy punches the woman off of her own nose before the ref can call a disqualification. She sticks her hand to her nose and feels the bite marks. Smirking, even through her watering eyes -seems Vivian bit a sinus or two- she flicks a peace sign and says, "Vivian, did anyone ever tell you look like A-Train's long lost brother?"
Vivian winces slightly, quickly shaking off the punch, then charging and taking Synthy down to the mat in a Lou Thesz Press, starting to rain down a number of punches of her own, looking absolutely pissed as she does so. After a few seconds of this barrage, Synthy manages to shove the woman off before spearing into her from a kneeling position. The two rumble around, although throwing punches instead of Diva-hair pulls. Vivian ends up on top and chokes Synthy 'round the neck, slamming her head into the mat, damn-near foaming at the mouth when Synthy blows a raspberry at her. Synthy manages to kick out of the choke and land a solid thrust-kick to Vivian's stomach.
Vivian hunches over from this kick, as Synthy looks for another one, the doctor however catching this one, taking Synthy right into a Dragon Screw. She then grabs and starts stomping on that leg a bit, as she glares back down at the champion, grabbing the leg again.
But Synthy rolls through, and swiftly snatches Vivian into a grapevine, her face losing some of it's amused trace and turning into seriousness. She knows Vivian's a psychopathic threat to her, and Eris doesn't respond well to threats. She tightens the hold. Vivian grimaces a bit and immediately starts crawling over the ropes, grabbing on and forcing a break, before the champion can do too much damage, grasping slightly at that leg. Synthy stands up, taking care to pace herself against this manic woman. She takes a step back, but quickly turns and hits a spiral leg-drop! Leaning closer to Vivian, she smacks her, taunting her. Egging her on. She flips backward, and gets thrown off balance by a quick-paced legsweep! Vivian quickly hops up, grabbing the leg now and dropping an elbow on it, then cinching in a simple leg lock, grabbing and pulling on it, as she once again targets the area, looking down at Synthy with a very evil expression Synthy's gritted teeth don't look too much less evil then Vivian's wicked expression. Synthy begins thrashing slightly, and after seconds of the pain beginning to throb, manages to grab a hold of Vivian's waist, and yanks her backward. Both women are now in very unnatural, abnormal, uncomfortable positions. The audience cringes at the image of them.
Vivian looks annoyed at this as she reaches back, quickly elbowing her way free from Eris's grip, slipping free and grabbing her legs, quickly going into a jacknife pin! 1.....2
Synthy kicks out full force. She feints a swipe at the left of Vivian's head once both are standing again, but utilizes her quick advantage by kicking her in the right set of ribs, and bringing her down with a headlock bulldog. She goes for a pin this time. 1....2 Vivian kicks out this time. She rises back up, charging right into a headlock takedown from the GND Champion, Vivian quickly countering with a leg scissors, but Synthy quickly kips up, breaking free, both women rising back up, eying one another again. Synthy runs her hands through her hair, pulling it away from her face. She studies Vivvian's face with utmost scrutiny. Anemone doesn't take to this examination too well. Not even to mention the fact Synthy's hair well...the mere fact she has such a full head of it makes Vivian's eyes twitch. She hits an abrupt, hard clothesline to Synthy's chest. Definitely going to leave a bruise. Synthy hunches over as Vivian quickly hefts her up for a scoop slam, but the GND champion slips down behind, taking Anemone down into a waist lock takedown to the mat, swinging around and going into a neck lock, driving a few knees into Vivian's skull, possibly leaving worse than a bruise.
Vivian's sly as a rabid fox though. She retaliates this brutal, head-sent-spinning-to-the-next-atmosphere move by chomping down into the GND Title-holder's leg. And DAMNIT if she didn't have such sharp teeth! Synthy's sharp cry is unexpected. Vivian struggles out and hastily brings her boot down onto Synthy's spine. Synthy's grasps at her back, as Vivian quickly pucks back on the arm's, driving that foot further into the back, as she locks in a Bow a Arrow lock, yanking hard, as she stretches out the champion, looking to make that spine snap!
Synthy lets out a primal scream, determined but definitely in pain. She's having trouble figuring out a good way to get the damn female off of her. She struggles, teeth clenched and eyes slitted. She's definitely not looking to happy at this point. Vivian's joy increases. Before Synthy can figure a way out, Vivian immediately transitions, removing her foot and driving it into the back of Synthy's head, for a Curb Stomp, slamming it into the mat. Syn grasps at it a bit, grimacing, as Vivian giggles, dropping to the mat now and immediately taking the champion into a Mexican Surfboard, continuing to put pressure on that back.
But Synthy's mind snaps into her creative impulse. She begins rocking back and forth...rocking...until Synthy's on her stomach and Vivian's surfboard is transferred into an odd-looking move. Synthy lets out a grunt before twisting in such a way that both woman are now on their sides. What happens to Vivian is exactly what Syn had hoped. Viv gets disoriented and Synthy manages to squirm a leg free. She immediately snaps it around Vivian's waist and twists into a juji-gatame armbar with a leg wrap!
Vivian yelps in pain, grasping at the arm now, as she tries to pull free, but to no avail. Synthy continues yanking and trying to hyperextend the arm, as Vivian tries to find a way out, lunging out and kick right at Synthy's face, enough to loosen the hold, as she rolls to the outside, nursing that arm.
The members of the audience are completely enthralled. Now -this- was what Women's wrestling was truly meant to be like. Matches like this with the GNDs why there were girls in that audience with stars in their eyes.... but at the moment the two vicious females in the ring were too busy trying to break some bones then to pay attention to them. Synthy's hand flutters to her nose as her eyes, once again, start to water up. "Watch the sinuses, chrome-dome!" Vivian looks back into the ring, simply grinning at the damage she's caused, circling the ring a bit then hopping the apron, springing off the top rope and right into a crossbody, aiming right at Synthy! But Synthy catches her and spins it into a slam! It seems it was just excellent timing on her part. Synthy flips over the shocked body of Anemone, leaps off the ropes, and hits a corkscrew moonsault! She goes in for a pin. 1.....2.. Vivian manages to kick out! She rises back up, clutching her chest a bit, as Synthy rises up, Vivian immediately aiming a roundhouse kick at the champion's face!
Synthy's eyes roll up and she hits the ground with a solid thunk. Seems the hard kick was not what she expected. Vivian goes for a cover! 1....2...NO! Long 2 count! Synthy's hand rises to her nose again...and it comes back bloody. Bloody shnozz for Synthy now. Her eyes flash for a quick millisecond, before looking at Vivian with an animalistic smile. She snaps up and Irish whips Anemone into the ropes! She flicks some of the blood from beneath her nose off, and runs toward Viv. Vivian however quickly slides right under the legs of the angry champion, popping up immediately and going right for a Lung Blower, leaping up and taking Synthy down with her, driving those knees into the already hurting spine. Clearly Vivian is intent on beating the champion no matter what.
But Synthy's resilience to keep her championship equals the psycho-baldies' vindictive intentions. It's clear Synthy's spine is hurting, as she's cringing when Vivian applies a vicious camel clutch. Synthy squirms, and tries to get the relief the rope would bring. the muscles in her arms are popping out from her try.
Anemone however clutches close, cinching on this clutch even tighter, as she continues to try and make the champion submit to this brutal hold. She applies more and more pressure, yanking hard, but Synthy manages to make it near the ropes, reaching out and managing to grabbing hold, forcing the break! Vivian utilizes the full five count, before she's forced to break the hold, glaring angrily at the referee now.
It's a good thing Vivian's distracted by the referee, as this allows Synthy to regain some wind. She stands shakily, glaring daggers into the back of Vivian's head before bringing her down with a Diamond Cutter! Utilizing her regained adrenaline rush, Synthy hurriedly climbs to the top of the turnbuckle. Checking Vivian's still out for the moment, she hits a frog splash! The crowd is cheering, on their feet...but Anemone has other plans. Synthy quickly looks for a cover. 1....2....
But Vivian kicks out. She grasps her neck as Synthy looks down, quickly pulling Anemone up, hoisting her up high for a brainbuster, Vivian however dropping down behind and wrapping her arm around the neck, driving Synthy down with a Reverse DDT! She then quickly flips Synthy on her stomach, reaching down and wrapping her arms around the champion waist, taking her into a release german suplex! At this, both women are prone on the mat, both tired. Synthy's groaning and grabbing at her back, and Vivian's dazed grin just strikes terror into the hearts of tiny children. The referee begins his count, however hesitantly. 1 2 3 4 5 6- Vivian hops back up, and Synthy gets shakily back on her feet. The two run at each other, and grapple. Both have twisted looks on their faces, trying to out power each other. Vivian gets a cheap shot in by poking Syn's eyes, and hits an arm drag. But Synthy sweeps out Vivian's legs and flips herself into a head scissors position on Anemone! She's balancing on her arms, and both women have straining muscles. Vivian tries to fight these headscissors, slowly rising, grabbing and trying to position Synthy into a powerbomb position, the champion fighting it the entire way, but the challenger is giving no signs of giving up, as she eventually manages to hoist her up high, only for the champion to counter into a hurracanrana, sending Anemone sailing!
Synthy crouches into an animalistic triumphant pose, teeth bared and eyes shining. It seems Vivian got sent sailing through the ropes... and Synthy's feeling slightly suicidal at this challenge. She gives a little 'come on!' gesture to the audience, getting their support. She stands, glances behind her and takes a sharp breath, before running and sailing high over the ropes! As Vivian rises back up, she turns around, just in time to get taken down by a somersault plancha from Synthy, hitting the ground once again, clutching slightly at the neck now,as Synthy rises back up, yanking Vivian up with her, as she hoists her high, then drops her across the barricade with a Gordbuster, Vivian yelping in pain, as she clutches her chest, rolling off and back down to the floor.
Synthy regains her breath, eyes stalking after Vivian. After a careful moment, she springs toward her- but gets planted right into the steel steps! Synthy's eyes fly upward, hands clasping at her nose. She turns in time to get hit by a running clothesline from Anemone, right back onto the steps! Vivian picks her up and slams her back down with a gutwrench suplex. Synthy's collision with the floor makes most everybody cringe, and Anemone looks even more psychotic with some of Eris' blood dripping on her bald skull.
Vivian clutches her chest area again, hunched slightly, as she yanks the champion back up, driving her face first into the ring apron a few times, nose first, then rolling her quickly back into the ring. She hops onto the ring apron, springing off the top, then coming down with a leg drop, landing right across the face, the champion gasping in pain, as that schnozz starts leaking more blood, the crazed woman quickly crawling atop and covering. 1....2..
Synthy twists out and spits a gob of blood to the side. This seems to enrage the former TV-show host, apparently she deemed it rude, as her face snaps into a snarl and she starts stomping on Synthy's midsection, ending the barrage with chickewing submission!
Synthy's teeth are showing, bright red and clinched tightly together. Anemone's face is full of wicked glee.
She drops down to the mat, giving Eris no room to get to the ropes, as she starts yanking hard, trying to make the champion submit to this hold, but Synthy fighting it the entire time, squirming and wriggling free as she tries to find a way out.
To gain her some time to figure out a reversal, Synthy starts flinging insults so she won't let 'I give' slip out. "She-man..it's no wonder you were fired from TV hosting. You're ...NOT...interesting..or entertaining. ...Plus, ya look like a bald eagle.." She realizes it isn't intelligent or snappy, but DAMNIT, Synthy's trying to gain herself some time..
Vivian starts growing quite pissed at these comments, simply causing her to lock the hold on even tighter, a wretched look on her face, as she wrenches and yanks away, but Synthy now starting to mount a come back, in a desperate move, bringing her head back and driving it into Vivian's face, grimacing a bit, as Anemone yelps in reply, the champion quickly elbowing her way free!
On her final blow, Synthy twists her arm as far ahead as possible, and brings it back full force! This time it's Vivian's nose that spurts blood. Synthy hears it, and immediately looks satisfied as she climbs out of Vivian's weakened hold. Going on instinct, she pulls back her muscular leg, and flings it toward Vivian full force. The hit knocks the psycho backward, and Synthy manages to wrap her legs around Vivian's neck while she applies an arm-hold to her legs, effectively bending her into a half-circle.
Vivian cringes in pain at this, seemingly having nowhere to go, as she tries to fight the move, opening wide and blatantly biting down on one of those legs, as she starts trying to kick her way free, but the champion is having none of this. She soon reaches out with her arms, lunging in as close as she can and yanking on the woman's hair, in a truly cowardly move!
"Just because I have hair doesn't mean you can steal it, bitch!" Synthy releases her hold, much to Vivian's shock really, crouches over her and slaps her on the chrome-dome in a taunting manner! Synthy manages to wrestle Vivian up into the air, and quickly slams her down to the ring with a powerslam!
1....2...Vivian lets out a yowl and scrambles away from the mat, eyes Synthy, and soccer tackles her! She immediately starts punching once again, focusing on breaking that nose completely, as she grabs on and twists at the damn thing, Synthy looking on in intense pain, as she feels the woman trying to literally tear it off! She quickly delivers a stiff fist to the face, then kicks her off!
Both women are on their knees now, staring at each other. Both resemble rabid animals, and the blood on their faces make them both terrifying. "I'll break before I let you get my belt...."Synthy whispers to Vivian, in between breaths, staring her solidly in the eyes,' Vivian simply looks back, before climbing to her feet, yanking up harshly, then driving a knee right into her nose, doing further damage, following up with a few more, finishing up with an especially vicious one, almost knocking Synthy's head clean off!
Synthy, however, seems to be in go-mode, as her eyes turn a shade darker then normal. She, and the audience had heard her nose crack not two seconds before. Realizing it was no more use trying to protect her face, Synthy's bloody visage smiles, panther-esque. Synthy manages to use her flexibility to an advantage here, bringing her leg straight into the small of Vivian's spine, and rolls out from beneath the falling behemoth of a woman. She stands, obviously fazed, but another adrenaline-rush keeps her standing. Synthy picks up Vivian, and brings her into a torture rack!
Vivian yelps in pain, as she feels the champion now applying this hold, gasping desperately in pain, as she reaches down, bashing Synthy across the face with a free arm, but to no avail, as the "diva killer" seems to show no effect from them, instead cranking and looking to tear her opponent into! The laughter cutting from Synthy's throat is definitely due to her masochistic streak. Whenever Syn's pain nerves go into overdrive..well, the sensation is one she likes. She tightens her cranking a few more times...then drops the former kids-show host into a suplex off of the top rope!
Vivian hits the mat with a mighty thud, grasping at her back as the champion simply drops atop her, hooking the leg for the cover. 1....2..... NO!!! Vivian gets the shoulder up!
Synthy's eyes bulge slightly, her smile growing larger. "Still got some fight inside of you, Viv?" Synthy does a little bit more taunting, a Jericho-esque toe kick a few times to Vivian's head, before pulling her into a swinging DDT.
Vivian however in mid move throws Synthy off, grabbing her immediately and hoisting her up high... connecting with the Upside Down Frown, gasping and dropping flat on her back, unable to capitalize, as she slowly crawls over, draping an arm across for a cover. 1.....2.....3 NO!!!!!! Vivian looks on in pure shock, as she rakes her hands down that bald head, screaming in frustration!
Synthy spits out another gob of blood, and in a gruesome show of sick humor, draws a smilie face in it as Vivian is distracted. She crouches up, breathing very heavily, and weighing her options. She snaps in front of Vivian, and points at the smilie face. She winks at Vivian in a maddening display of insanity brought on by blood loss and adrenaline.
Vivian looks down at that face, growling and lunging forward, aiming for a flying clothesline, Synthy however quickly underneath it. As she crashes to the mat, slowly rising up, the champion quickly positions herself behind the crazed woman, standing in wait, that same insane look on her face
The audience is collectively terrified. The two crazy women in the ring are putting on a great show...but at what cost are they doing it for? A few of the most stubborn-minded are beginning to realize just how important that title is to the GND women. Synthy pokes her on the shoulder, and when Vivian turns around, plants her down with an X-Factor! Vivian doesn't stay down for long, still pissed off by the blood smilie. She leaps toward Synthy and the two go into a straight-up brawlfest, even worse then the one at the beginning. Bruises are already appearing on them, and the blood adds to their madness. The referee even looks too horrified to stop their literal punches.
Eventually Vivian takes control, rolling atop and beating the living hell out of Synthy, then looking on with a crazed look, rolling out of the ring and reaching underneath, pulling out that signature smiley faced steel chair, grinning maniacally as she rolls back in, the referee running over and trying to yank it out of her grip, but to no avail, as Synthy starts to recover from this beating, rising back up now.
Synthy has a scarily-placid, calm look on her face, before commentating toward Anemone, she says something to the ref. "You realize if you disqualify either of us now, the fans and -I- will tear you apart?" She twists her head back around, and leers toward Vivian. "Aww. Lil' Miss Baldy realize she can't beat me without steel? Bring it on..." She makes a gesture toward Vivian...and flips her off.
Vivian doesn't even get a chance to actually use the chair, however, before Synthy runs after her and hits an Eris Damninator! The crazed woman gasps, dropping flat to the mat, as she clutches her face, Synthy looking down and signaling that the end is near, as she easily kicks the chair out of the ring, then hoists the woman up
The crowd is going wild as Vivian squirms, but Eris lingers the hold, looking around, almost disoriented from all of the blood loss. Vivian's shrieking bloody murder...and then-SPLAT. Synthy lands her Synful Intentions. 1......
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3!! SYNTHY RETAINS! Synthy re-effing-tains! She stands, proud, disoriented and happier the hell as she raises the belt high above her head. Vivian is a limp form in the ring as Syn limps away, broken nose quite the possibility.
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Hulkshi Tanahashi
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Post by Hulkshi Tanahashi on Nov 12, 2007 22:34:03 GMT -5
Tony Chimmel: Our next match is scheduled for one fall. *Bell rings. Koda Kazar’s music plays.* youtube.com/watch?v=ZRrGS2vMSNg Chimmel: Coming down to the ring, at 6 foot 2 inch, and weighting 205 pounds, from Oklahoma City, Oklahoma—KODA KAZAR. *Kazar comes out to a good pop, walks down to the ring, and enters it.* Joey Styles: Okay, we are set for action as Koda Kazar takes on the quite unstable “Comedian” Bobby Riggs. Tazz: Not for nuthin’, Styles; but unstable doesn’t quite describe Riggs these days, especially since he’s being stalked by that, uh, ghost pirate whatchamacallit, Ferhago Crow. *The Comedian's music plays.* www.youtube.com/watch?v=2a423fqOrpA Chimmel: And, his opponent, coming down to the ring, at 6 foot 6 inches, and weighing 290 lbs, from Los Angeles, California— “THE COMEDIAN” BOBBY RIGGS. *Riggs comes out to the boos of the crowd. This time he doesn’t look quite as paranoid as he has been for the past few weeks. He is also holding a bag as he walks to the ring and enters it. He places the bag in a corner.* Tazz: What is up with that bag, Joey? Styles: I don’t know, but knowing the Comedian, it can’t be good. *The bell rings. Riggs charges at Koda with a clothesline, but Koda ducks and jumps onto the top rope. The Comedian turns around, and Kazar jumps off with a moonsault and lands on Riggs. He immediately goes for a quick pin.* Ref: 1…2…*Riggs easily pushes Kazar off of him and then moves to a corner to regain his composure.* Styles: And, Koda Kazar starts out big with a moonsault. Tazz: Yeah, he got the Comedian all discombobulated; and now Riggs has to come up with a new game plan. *Riggs moves from the corner. He charges at Koda with a clothesline, but Koda ducks, runs to the ropes, bounces off of them, and dropkicks the Comedian on his back. Riggs falls onto the second rope. Then, Kazar charges at Riggs and hits him with a seated senton that sends Koda to the outside. The Comedian soon rolls to the outside, holding his throat.* Tazz: Man, Kazar is really taking it to the Comedian. Styles: It seems that Riggs has underestimated his opponent. *As Riggs holds his throat, Kazar slips back into the ring. He then runs across the ring, jumps over the top rope, and lands on Riggs with a swan dive. With Riggs down, Kazar quickly gets onto the apron. Soon, Riggs gets up, and Kazar leaps off the apron with an asai moonsault, landing on Riggs.* Styles: Kazar connects with a swan dive and an asai moonsault. Tazz: He’s on fire, Joey! He’s on fire. *Kazar grabs Riggs and throws him into the ring. As the Comedian gets up, Koda climbs the turnbuckle. Then, he jumps off with a corkscrew moonsault; his legs hits Riggs, taking the Comedian down to the mat. He goes for a pin.* Ref: 1…2…*Riggs kicks out.* Styles: Corkscrew moonsault almost gets the win. Tazz: Man, Joey, Koda is really taking it to the Comedian. If he keeps this up, then he could win the match. *Kazar picks up Riggs. He gives him a few chops to the chest as he moves the Comedian to the ropes. He whips Riggs across the ring and goes for a dropkick. However, Riggs grabs the ropes; and Kazar falls to the mat. Kazar gets up, and Riggs hits him with a vicious lariat.* Styles: Oh my God! Riggs nearly decapitates Kazar with his Funny Bone Lariato. Tazz: Not for nuthin’ Joey, Kazar made a rookie mistake and paid for it. *The Comedian picks up Koda and hits him with a brainbuster. Then, he picks Koda up again and hits him with an inverted atomic drop followed by a discus punch. The punch sends Koda into the ropes, and he gets tangled up in them.* Tazz: It’s the Set-up and the Punchline, Joey! Styles: And, now, Kazar is tied up in the ropes. *With Kazar tied up in the ropes, the Comedian walks over to the bag in the corner and grabs it. Then, he moves to Kazar. Riggs opens the bag and pulls an eyepatch. He puts the eyepatch over Koda’s left eye.* Tazz: The Comedian just put an eyepatch over Kazar’s eye. Why is he doing this, Joey? Styles: I have no idea what that lunatic is thinking. *Then, Riggs pulls out a parrot doll with strings on his feet. He ties the strings around Kazar’s left shoulder.* Styles: He just put a parrot on Kazar’s shoulder. Tazz: What the hell is going on? *Then, Riggs pulls out a pirate hat and puts it on Kazar’s head.* Styles: Is he making Kazar look like a pirate? Tazz: You don’t think this has anything to do with Ferhago Crow chasing after him, do you Joey? Styles: Who the hell knows what is going on in the Comedian’s head? *Riggs continues to dress Kazar up like a pirate. He puts a toy sword around his waist. He places fake teeth in his mouth. Riggs even put make-up on Kazar so that he looks dirty. Then, Riggs unties Kazar from the ropes, whips him across the ring, moves to the apron, and then hits Kazar with a slingshot plancha as he comes back.* Styles: Slingshot plancha from the Comedian. He may be a little loco, but he is in full control of this match. *The Comedian picks up Koda and takes him back down to the mat with a brain buster. Then, he hits him with a snap suplex, an inverted suplex, a powerbomb, and a piledriver. All the while, Riggs yells at Kazar “How do you like that, Crow!?” and “Did you enjoy that, you f***ing pirate!?”; and parts of Kazar’s pirate costume go flying off.* Styles: Man, he is really taking it to Kazar. Tazz: Yeah, but he thinks he’s fighting Ferhago Crow. *Riggs picks up Kazar and then hits him with a German suplex, followed up with another German suplex and another. Then, he yells at Kazar, “Did you like that, pirate!?”* Styles: Now, the Comedian is hitting Kazar with his Comedy Comes In Threes Number 1, those triple German suplexes. Tazz: But, that ain’t the end of it, Joey. *Riggs picks up Koda and hits him with three snap suplexes.* Tazz: There’s Number 2! Styles: Three snap suplexes. That means next comes three belly-to-belly suplexes. *Riggs picks up Kazar and hits him with three belly-to-belly suplexes.* Tazz: And, there’s Number 3! Styles: The Comedian is just wearing Koda Kazar. I have a feeling this match will soon be over. *Then, the Comedian grabs Kazar’s arms, puts his knee into Kazar’s back, and pulls back on Kazar’s arms. After a few minutes, Kazar begins to fight out of it. He gets his feet flat on the mat and begins to lift himself up. Slowly but surely, Kazar gets up onto his feet, but Riggs still has a hold of him by the hands. However, Kazar turns himself around, crossing the Comedians arms. He pulls Riggs to the corner, climbs to the top turnbuckle, and jumps off, flipping over Riggs and sending him to the mat.* Styles: Kazar escapes from that submission maneuver the Comedian had him in and takes the Comedian down. Tazz: It looks like the tide has turned, Joey. *Koda and Riggs get up. Kazar runs to corner and jumps onto the top turnbuckle. However, Riggs runs to a rope and knocks Kazar crotch first onto the top turnbuckle.* Tazz: I may have spoken too soon about the tide turning. *Riggs climbs up to the turnbuckle, grabs Koda, and attempts an inverted suplex; but Koda grabs the turnbuckle and wraps his legs around the top rope. With his free hand, Kazar punches Riggs a few times. But, the Comedian won’t fall down. Then, he unwraps his right leg and kicks Riggs in the head very stiffly. The Comedian falls to the mat. Then, Kazar stands back onto the turnbuckle and jumps off with a moonsault. Koda goes for a pin.* Ref: 1…2…*Riggs kicks out.* Styles: Koda keeps the momentum going. However, he is unable to get the victory. *Koda picks Riggs up, places him against the ropes, and tries to whip him across the ring; but Riggs reverses the whip and hits Kazar with a vicious lariat.* Styles: Oh my god! What a vicious Funny Bone lariat. Tazz: It looks like I the tide may actually be turning this time, Joey. *The Comedian picks up Kazar in a gorilla press and throws him to the outside. He laughs and says, “How do ya like that, pirate!?” Then, as Kazar slowly picks himself up, Riggs runs across the ring and jumps over the top rope for a suicide dive. However, Koda hits him in the head with a spinning heel kick. The Comedian falls to the floor in a heap. Koda falls down as well* Tazz: What the hell!? Styles: What a counter from Kazar! *The ref begins the 10 count.* Ref: 1… 2… 3… 4…*Kazar slowly gets up.* 5… 6…*Riggs gets up.* 7…*Kazar slides back into the ring.* 8…*Riggs tries to slide back, but a hand comes from under the ring and grabs Riggs by the ankle.* Styles: What the hell!? Tazz: Is that a hand, Joey!? 9…*Riggs is suddenly pulled by the hand under the ring.* Styles: Oh my God! Tazz: Something pulled him under the ring, Joey! 10. *The bell rings.* Chimmel: Here is your winner by countout—KODA KAZAR. *Kazar’s hand is raised in victory. He pulls off the remnants of the pirate costume Riggs put on him. Then, he exits the ring and walks back up the ramp.* Styles: Koda Kazar has won, but something strange has happened to the Comedian. *Suddenly, Riggs comes from under the ring. He has a scared look on his face as he slides into the ring. Then, Ferhago Crow comes from under the ring and follows him.* Tazz: It’s Ferhago Crow!!!! He must have been the one who pulled him under the ring! *Riggs cowers in a corner as Crow stares a hole into him. Crow starts to walk towards him when the Comedian suddenly gets up, charges at Crow, and takes him down with a lariat.* Tazz: Holy crap, Joey! He took Crow down with a clothesline! Styles: I guess the Comedian didn’t really have anything to fear. *Riggs picks up Crow and hits him with a cradle piledriver. Then, he picks Crow up and hits him with a throat first flapjack onto the top rope. Crow falls to the mat.* Styles: The Comedian has taken Ferhago Crow down with his Laugh Riot and Make ‘Em Laugh moves. *The Comedian gets up and starts laughing hysterically. Then, Crow suddenly sits up.* Tazz: He sat up! Styles: Oh my God. *As he gets up, Riggs grabs that bag and pulls out that rubber chicken with the lead pipe in hit. Crow charges at Riggs, but Riggs hits him in the head with the chicken/pipe. Crow staggers back and then walks back to Riggs, but the Comedian hits him again and again. Crow falls back to the mat.* Styles: The Comedian has put Ferhago Crow back to the mat with that rubber chicken that has a lead pipe in it. *Riggs then grabs Crow by his hair and lifts him off the mat a little. He lifts the chicken/pipe and brings it down onto Crow’s head, but Crow grabs the Comedian’s arm. Then, with his other hand, Crow grabs Riggs by the neck and throws the Comedian across the ring. Then, Crow rolls from his back to his knees and gets back up.* Styles: Oh my God! Crow got up! Tazz: I don’t believe it! *The Comedian comes charging at Crow. Crow leans toward the ground and, out of nowhere, hits a Spinning Wheel Kick with his boot heel to face.* Styles: Crow with the Lafitte's Pride. Things don’t bode too well for the Comedian. *Riggs gets up, holding his jaw. He charges at Crow again, but Crow backflips with his heels uppercutting Riggs in the jaw. Riggs falls to the mat, and Crow lands on his knees and then gets up.* Style: And now the Booth's Dolphin. Tazz: The Comedian is getting destroyed. *The crowd starts to boo Ferhago. Crow picks up Riggs, lifts into a delayed Reverse Brain Buster and holds him in that position for a minute or two. He then falls back, maintaining his opponent's straight angle, and drives the Comedian down with an almost Reverse Spike DDT ending.* Styles: Now, Crow hits the Comedian with the Roberts' Fortune. Tazz: That’s ironic, considering Riggs’s name is Bobby. *The boos of the crowd get louder. Crow picks up Riggs and places the Comedian’s head between his legs and crosses his arms on Riggs’s chest. Then, he jumps in the air in a Pedigree-esque fashion while locking his hands to the opposites of Riggs’s hands. Then, while in the air, he pulls the hands of the Comedian forcing them into upside down position, which drives them down into a Cross-Arm Sitout Piledriver with extra height.* Styles: The Queen Anne’s Revenge! Crow hits Riggs with the Queen Anne’s Revenge! *The crowd’s boos continue to get louder. Some garbage is thrown into the ring. Crow gets up and begins to walk away. However, Riggs amazingly shows some signs of life and starts moving around. He manages to roll onto his hands and knees and then lifts up his torso.* Styles: Oh my God! He got up! Tazz: He’s on his knees! How is that possible!? *Suddenly, Crow turns around and looks at Riggs. He walks over to the Comedian, picks him up, and does another Queen Anne’s Revenge. The boos are now deafening. More garbage is thrown.* Styles: Another Queen Anne’s Revenge to the Comedian! Tazz: He’s not getting up after that! *As the crowd boos Crow unmercifully, Crow grabs the Comedian by his hair and lifts him up. Suddenly, the lights start to flicker. Storms sounds are heard. It starts to rains, and there is a harsh wind in the arena.* Tazz: What the hell is going on, Joey!? Styles: I have no idea! *Suddenly, lightning strike all four ring posts. The lights go out. For a few minutes there is darkness, except for the flashes of camera’s from the audience. Suddenly, the lights come back on, Riggs and Crow are gone, and there is no garbage. The ring looks like it did when the match began.* Tazz: What the hell!? Styles: I don’t know! Where is the Comedian and Ferhago Crow!? Tazz: They’ve disappeared! But, to where? Styles: I don’t think we want to know. *Fade to commercial.*
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Post by liontamer12 on Nov 13, 2007 18:37:23 GMT -5
We open to a video package. A black screen greets us along with the intro to Cold's "Gone Away." As soon as the verse starts, we see black and white clips of Andy Davidson vs. Smarky, John Valentine vs. Virus, clips of Valentine's facepaint, and many other clips of Davidson and Valentine in singles action. As soon as the second chorus hits, the music stops and the screen goes black. Next we see a series of messages flashing in a sea of cryptic codes, numbers and phrases accompanied by a similarly themed amount of sounds and rhythms.
"save_us.jlvaed
rebirth_g
father_fight
XI_13_07
roar_caw"
The music hits again, louder. Simultaneously, we see vibrant colored clips of Valentine and Davidson in action preforming all of their signature maneuvers. As the music fades, we see the silhouette of a Lion and an Eagle creating a background for big, bold letters that spell out "THE GUARDINALS...RETURN...NEXT WEEK." As the picture fades, we hear the cry of a mighty eagle and the roar of a lion echo into silence. The camera fades to the next segment.
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Spyke the Pacers Fan
El Dandy
Still hates himself for missing the last episode of Murder She Wrote
Go Indiana!
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Post by Spyke the Pacers Fan on Nov 14, 2007 13:25:02 GMT -5
"AND IT'D FEEL SO EMPTY WITHOUT ME!"
*"Without Me" by Eminem hits the EWT speakers and an unfamiliar man emerges from the back. However, fans of WHOA know this man as Crash Johannson.*
Lillian Garcia: "Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome the newest addition to the EWT roster, CRASH JOHANNSON!"
*The crowd pops at the very mention of "Johannson." But Crash looks all business today. He climbs into the ring, snatches the mic from Lillian and wastes no time getting to talking.*
Crash: "Let's get one thing straight. Spyke Johannson is a no-good s***-eating son of a b****!"
*The crowd is quick to turn on him*
Crash "That's why his career is at a stand-still. He's not in the EWT not because he's doesn't feel ready to come back. He's not in the EWT because EWT doesn't want him back. Hell, they'll take back Redface Rodgers and Merc before they take Spyke back."
*The crowd boos the mention of the two disgraced former EWT stars*
Crash "As it is obvious by my last name, I am Spyke's brother. I'd change my last name as to not be associated with the bastard, if I didn't have so much respect for the rest of my family. People don't know the REAL Spyke Johannson. The con artist. The liar. The man who will do anything it takes to get what he wants. To Spyke, the end always justifies the means. He's a Machiavellian. He USED me to get to the top-level of professional wrestling, the EWT. While I lingered and was left for dead in Buffalo, New York in some podunk wrasslin' fed with a chintzy ring and an even chintzier promoter, he went to the top."
Crash: "Spyke never did anything wrestling-related for the fans. He was always #1 in his mind, and it finally bit him in the ass. EWT kicked his ass out onto the street and said "f*** you, you're done here."
Crash: "It's a bit pathetic on EWT's part that it took this to realize that I was the better of the Johannson brothers. They realized that the Johannson name is still worth something and me being that talented one, gave me a call and practically BEGGED me to come take Spyke's place in EWT."
Crash "Spyke, you saved your money, you live a modest life. But just think. You'd be nowhere without me! You'd still be wrestling in flea-ridden bars in the greater Buffalo, NY, without me. Your life would feel so empty... WITHOUT ME! Sure fans, you may hate me now, but the truth will be evident soon!"
*Crash tosses the mic behind his shoulder and struts cockily out of the ring. "Without Me" hits the speakers again. Fans pelt the younger Johannson with trash, as he makes his way back up the ramp, but it doesn't affect him. The fans now know the "truth" about Spyke Johannson. Crash scans the crowd from the stage with a smirk on his face, as if to say "mission accomplished." Fade to commercial.*
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Exner
Mike the Goon
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Post by Exner on Nov 14, 2007 18:29:39 GMT -5
*We are taken to a middle-class New York City Apartment. No lights are on, but ambiance from both the moon and neighboring street lights. The door is suddenly kicked in, and a couple of neighborhood thugs enter. Yellow light from the hall begins to enter the room, creating odd shadows. Emerging from one of those shadows is EWT superstar Exner. He proceeds to rough one of the thugs up, startling the other. They both run from the apartment, as a voice over begins. As it progresses, Exner turns on a light, straighten things up, and pulls up part of his mask so he can eat a cold can of beans .
Exner Voice Over: Exner's Journal. November 14th, 2007. Early Evening. On surveillance for a friend. Friend...novel concept. More like a former business partner. Saw a couple of toughs outside in the hall, looking to get a five-finger discount on some merchandise. Most likely needing money to buy their drugs and hookers. Scum. I offered a perfect target. Probably thought it was an old man passed out after drinking a 6-pack. Little did they know, they unleashed an atomic bomb. Tonight was perfect. I am hungry again. Hungry for battle. Season's Beatings, I have no opponent. If anyone wants to appease the hunger that pulsates through my body, I'm sure you'll know where to find me.
*Exner turns out the light, opens the window, and begins to go out onto the fire escape.
Exner's Voice Over: Its been a long time since I've been in an EWT ring, but I'll be back before you know it.
*Exner jumps down onto the fire escape and out of view, as thin, white, cotton curtains blow in the wind and sirens cars crescendo to a wail.
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Vertigo
Mike the Goon
Let it be.
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Post by Vertigo on Nov 14, 2007 20:43:46 GMT -5
*A vignette lights up over the screen and Toomitron. The video is in black and white. The scene: a training center. Perhaps a gymnasium. Whatever the case, this song begins to play in the background as rigorous scenarios flash by.* "I am the superior fighting machine, bred and reared to defeat all that I encounter. With technique of an artist and architect blended with the calculative abilties befitting of an absolute and certified scientist, I apply my own craft in the ring."*Over the video, Vertigo is clearly seen--long tights with two pale diamonds on each thigh, a jet-black "V" emplaced in the middle of each pair of diamonds. Jet black boots. Whitish finger tape. The dark, ominous goggles adorning his face. No shirt. Pale. The purple hair a definite grey. With a headlock applied to a man nearly triple his size, he flips his body, contorting like a viper, bringing the mammoth down and wrapping around his thick head.* "No mortal man can defy me and escape my onslaught."*At this point, Vertigo hip throws a man, waistlocking him and flipping over, connecting the legs and bending back, but locking the arms like one would with a backslide and pulling up.* "Pain...what is pain? There is no pain that I suffer. Pain does not affect me. All I know is how to inflict it."*In the next segment, Vertigo recieves a cinder block broken across his chest, knocking him backwards. His face is expressionless. He recovers, staring at the attacker and nodding.* "Without pain...I am without hindrance."*In the next one, a man kicks him squarely in the groin. Vertigo simply looks down at the action, then looks back up expressionless and completely stable. He nods. Then, out of nowhere, he headbutts his assailant, knocking the man over.* "Thus, no true human can harm me. And it applies. Throughout all encounters. Not even the most well-versed can take me out. Is unconciousness a potential outcome? I am certain it is. It can happen. But without pain, it is nigh impossible for an adversary to achieve."*Now, with another fellow down, holding their legs, Vertigo locks in an inverted sharpshooter, staring directly at the downed man, emotionless. Wrenching up, the man is forced to submit immediately thereafter.* "And this is damning for those I am given incentive to target, but most beneficial for myself: I...Vertigo...have arrived."*The camera fades to black.* Vertigo: "And I am on the hunt."
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Post by Hensley on Nov 14, 2007 21:48:28 GMT -5
*Joey Styles stands in the center of the ring before a couple thousand rabid EWT fans.*
Styles: The following bout is scheduled for one fall with a thirty minute time limit, and it will be contested under Extreme Rules!
*The fans, already out of their seats, begin bouncing up and down, literally.*
Styles: Introducing first, he was "The Heart and Soul of ECW", from Yonkers, New York, Tommy Dreamer!
*The crowd roars as an instrumental version of "Man in the Box" by Alice in Chains strums up across the arena.*
*Dreamer comes out onto the entrance stage in his patented black attire with "ECW"-type stuff everywhere to be seen, and a steel chair with "ECW" written upon it. He plays up the crowd inside the ring, visiting each corner. After a few more moments, the chants finally die down, and Styles returns to his microphone.*
Styles: And his opponent, a so-called "changed man", he hails from Richmond, Virginia, Hardcore Hensley!
*The fans aren't quick to react, many still on the edge as to if he's truly changed or not, but as "Fury of the Storm" by Shadows Fall starts up, and Hensley makes his entrance, almost all erupt with approval.*
*Hensley comes out with an entirely different look, and a shopping cart full of weapons. He smiles at the crowd then pushes the cart to the top of the entrance ramp, and hops in. He rides to the ring joyfully, slapping as many hands as he can before crashing up against the apron.*
*Hensley leaps out and frantically tosses his "toys" over the top rope. Styles and Dreamer both slide out to avoid any mishaps. Hensley empties it about halfway then lifts the cart above his head, and throws it into the ring as well. The fans eat all of this up easily.*
*Once both competitors are in their respective corners, the referee calls for the bell.*
Extreme Rules Match (30-Minute Time Limit) Hardcore Hensley vs. Tommy Dreamer
The bell rings and both men maneuver through the weapon-littered ring towards another. Dreamer leaves his chair back in-between his own corner's turnbuckles, and Hensley shows "The Innovator of Violence" respect by meeting him empty-handed. They have a stare down in the middle of the ring, and the fans initiate dueling chants. "Let's Go Dreamer" get answered by "Let's Go Hensley", and "E-C-DUB" is answered with "E-DUB-T".
After a momentary pause, the duo share devilish looking grins then start trading right hands. They brawl all the way around the ring with the fans just continuing to root each performer on. Hensley eventually scores the take down, but neither man quits with the rights. They roll outside of the ring, and Hensley manages a belly-to-back suplex that places Dreamer on top of the Spanish announce team's table. He climbs up as Dreamer rises quickly, all the while both are still leveling one another. Dreamer beats Hensley to the punch though, and starts gaining the upper hand. He hoists Hensley up in his arms, and shouts "ECW!" then sends Hensley flying into the crowd with a fallaway slam. Hensley crashes into a section of folding chairs that had been marked off from the fans. Dreamer collapses on top of the table to catch his breath as the fans get a "Holy Shit" chant going.
Styles: OH MY GOD!!!
"Hotter Than Hell" Jacob Leonard: These fans are ecstatic!
Dreamer climbs over the barricade while Hensley untangles himself from several chairs. They meet each other once again, and the fans fulfillment, pick up right where they left off, trading rights once again! Fans close by are louder than ever, and that only fuels the fire within these two even more! After a few more blows both just back off from one another. The fans raise their eyebrows, and both guys say "f*** it!" The fans immediately reply with laughter, and the chanting just picks right back up. Both guys brush each other off to go find weapons. Hensley picks up a nearby trash can while Dreamer collects a 2x4 with some kind of substance on it's tip. They rush towards one another, but Dreamer abruptly lifts up his hand. Hensley halts, and gives Dreamer a questioning glance. Dreamer pulls a lighter out of his pocket, and the fans create a deafening sound. He lights the wood on fire, but Hensley simply smiles with at the creation. Dreamer rushes him with the lit weapon above his head, but Hensley answers by just slamming the trash can up against his head. Dreamer falls, losing his weapon in the process. Hensley throws his choice over his shoulder, and lifts the flaming 2x4 up. He waits for Dreamer to get up then nails him in the gut with it. Luckily, Dreamer doesn't get burned at all. That changes though, and Hensley clocks him over the head with the very end. Dreamer falls backwards onto the ground, and starts rolling around on the ground, clutching his hands over his face. Hensley raises the dangerous object up one more time, and shouts "EWT!" The fans eat this up as well as Hensley drops the flaming weapon to the ground to chase after Dreamer. Some officials head over to put the fire out causing some jeers from fans.
Styles: OH MY GOD!!!
Leonard: That man's on fire, Styles! Literally!
Dreamer tumbles over the guardrail with Hensley in hot pursuit. Hensley picks up the ring bell along the way, and Dreamer turns right into it. "DING!" "DING!" "DING!" Hensley wails away on Dreamer around the ring. Satisfied enough, Hensley drops the bell, and rolls Dreamer back into the ring. Hensley slides in and picks up his cart from earlier. Dreamer is slow to get up, even with the fans still rooting him on. Once up, he dazes a little bit, but ultimately turns right into a shot from the cart. Dreamer falls back to the mat, completely knocked out. Hensley skates his way over Dreamer's chair and removes it. He drops it, and grabs a spray paint can. He sprays over "ECW" with one color then takes another color, and writes out "EWT" in it's place. He lifts it up to show the fans, who are at a split decision with this one, then lays it across Dreamer's chest. He goes out onto the apron, salutes the crowd, then attempts a springboard shooting star press, but out of nowhere, Dreamer leans up and guns the chair at Hensley. Hensley drops to the ground with his hands covering his noise. Dreamer sits up almost immediately, rejuvenated. "Holy Shit" and "E-C-DUB" chants break out across the arena.
Styles: OH MY GOD!!!
Leonard: Whoa, whoa, whoa, now that...was freaking awesome!
Dreamer stands up and lays waste to Hensley with his spoiled chair. "Ooohs" and "Ahhhs" follow every shot that Hensley endures. Dreamer finally tosses it aside, heavily dented. He moves in for the kill, and puts Hensley under his arm, calling for the Dreamer DDT! Hensley blocks it though, and lifts Dreamer up without any effort. He rams him into the closest corner. Dreamer shows pain, and Hensley moves in to capitalize. He connects with an enzuigiri then drags Dreamer to the center of the ring. He leaps to the top rope, but Dreamer is already after him. They trade rights at different degrees with Dreamer gaining a slight advantage with each blow. He joins Hensley at the top, and the crowds anticipates something huge. Hensley gets back into it, and actually facebusters Dreamer on the top turnbuckle. Ironically, he crotches himself in the process. Both hang on wearily for a few moments then Hensley gets back up. He flips over top of Dreamer, and plants him with a devastating powerbomb onto a coincidently placed trash can lid. The alluminum smacks Dreamer right in the back of the head, taking his breath away. Hensley rolls Dreamer onto his stomach then runs up another corner. He hits Dreamer hard with an inverted corkscrew splash.
Styles: OH MY GOD!!!
Leonard: Wow, just...wow.
Hensley covers, and this one's academic.
1!
2!!
3!!!
Winner: Hardcore Hensley @ 14:46 via pinfall
Styles: Your winner, Hardcore Hensley!
*Hensley celebrates in his newfound glory. He soaks in all that he can before calling for a mic.*
Hensley: Well, Trunk, this was a sample tasting for you tonight. Feel free to lemme know what you thought because there's plenty more of where this came from!
*Hensley walks off to a decent pop. His arms and head both held high.*
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Post by Marcus Trunk on Nov 15, 2007 16:59:17 GMT -5
Before Hensley can make it to the curtain, "For Those Who Fight Further" starts as Hensley backs up, and Marcus Trunk appears.
Styles: Well, it looks like we won't have to wait long for Trunk's response! His match begins now!
Trunk spreads his arms and roars to the crowd, then pounds his fists on the floor as white pyro explodes behind him. Hensley comes back to ringside and takes a seat next to the announce table.
Announcer: The following contest is an Extreme Rules Match, scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from Detroit, Michigan, MARCUS...TRUNK!!
Styles: Marcus Trunk answered Hardcore Hensley's challenge, and they will meet each other in an Extreme Rules match at Season's Beatings. But before that match, these two men will be competing against the best that the world of hardcore can deliver. Moments ago, Hensley defeated the Innovator of Violence, Tommy Dreamer, and now Trunk awaits his opponent in the ring.
As soon as "Enter Sandman" blasts over the PA system, the EWT crowd explodes, as they know who's coming.
Styles: Yes! It's the Sandman!
Sandman appears at the back of the arena, holding a pair of Singapore canes in one hand and a tall, cold one in the other, as the EWT crowd sings along to the music.
SAY YOUR PRAYERS, LITTLE ONE DON'T FORGET, MY SON TO INCLUDE EVERYOOOONE I TUCK YOU IN, WARM WITHIN KEEP YOU FREE FROM SIN TILL THE SANDMAN COOOOOMES-AHH
SLEEP WITH ONE EYE OPEN GRIPPING YOUR PILLOW TIGHT
EEEEEE-XIIIIIT LIGHT EEENNNN-TEEERRR NIGHT TAAAAAAKE MY HAND WE'RE OFF TO NEVER NEVER LAND
Sandman takes a swig from his beer and bashes the can repeatedly against his forehead, and spits out the foamy mixture to the delight of the rabid crowd. Blood trickles down his forehead as he climbs up a turnbuckle, pulls out another beer, bashes it against his head, and spits it out. He holds one cane in each hand, and tosses one of them to Trunk as the bell rings.
Styles: And here we go!
Trunk takes a look at Sandman's bloody forehead, and says to him "Let's make this even!", as he smacks himself in the head with his own cane! A little trickle of blood comes from Trunk's forehead. Sandman snickers for a moment, then comes flying at Trunk and delivers a cane shot to Trunk's arm. Trunk winces in pain, but delivers his own cane shot to Sandman's arm. Sandman returns with another cane shot, then Trunk with a cane shot, then Sandman. Trunk responds with a cane shot right to Sandman's face. Sandman is momentarily stunned, but comes right back with a shot to Trunk's face. Trunk feels the sting for a moment, but shakes it off as he cracks Sandman right across the jaw, shattering the cane into pieces! Sandman drops to the mat.
Styles: A vicious cane shot by Trunk! Going for the cover...
1...2...kickout.
Trunk brings Sandman to his feet and whips him to the ropes and goes for a back body drop, but Sandman kicks him in the chest. Sandman comes off the ropes and hits Trunk with a low dropkick to the knee. With Trunk on one knee, Sandman comes back and dropkicks Trunk in the face. With a moment to spare, he rolls out and checks under the ring for weapons.
Styles: Sandman looking for an advantage here.
Sandman pulls out a chair, and tosses it into the ring. But he's not finished, as he finds another chair, and then a ladder. But as he's holding up the ladder, Trunk runs towards the ropes and boots the ladder into Sandman's face, as Sandman stumbles back into the barricade. With Sandman sandwiched between the barricade and the ladder, Trunk climbs out onto the apron, and dives onto the ladder, crushing Sandman underneath!
Styles: Oh my God! Trunk takes a chance and it pays off! But the high-risk move seems to have injured Trunk as well!
Trunk is slumped against the apron, trying to catch his breath. He takes Sandman and rolls him back into the ring. He then takes the ladder and pushes it into the ring. But as he enters the ring, Sandman is up on his feet, and he cracks Trunk upside the head with a chair! Trunk stumbles into the corner, as Sandman picks up the ladder. He charges into the corner at Trunk, but Trunk rolls out of the way, sending Sandman into the corner. Trunk grabs a chair and comes at Sandman, but Sandman swings the ladder around and uses it to smack the chair into Trunk's face!
Styles: Chair right to the face of Trunk!
With Trunk on his back, Sandman backs up into the corner with the ladder. He raises the ladder high and shouts to the crowd, then runs at Trunk, diving onto him and crushing him with the ladder! Sandman writhes about on the mat clutching his ribs after hitting the move.
Styles: Sandman may have hurt himself with that move, but he's got Trunk where he wants him!
Sandman gathers himself to his feet. Trunk is still lying on the mat underneath the ladder. Sandman stumbles to the corner and climbs the ropes. He raises his fist to the crowd, and dives off the top rope with a rolling senton! Trunk is crushed underneath the ladder as Sandman holds his back and screams in pain!
Styles: Oh my God! Rolling Rock onto the ladder! Sandman crawls over and makes the cover!
1...2...kickout!
Styles: Trunk kicks out! He's still got something left!
Sandman rolls out of the ring and looks underneath again, this time producing a table! The crowd goes crazy and starts chanting "We Want Tables!" He gets in the ring with the table, and sees Trunk getting to his feet. Sandman picks up a chair to keep Trunk at bay. He charges at Trunk with the chair, but Trunk dodges, sending Sandman back-first into the turnbuckle. Trunk then turns around and punches the chair right in Sandman's face!
Styles: Trunk just punched that chair right into Sandman's face!
Trunk rears back and punches the chair again, and again, and again! He lets Sandman fall down, hitting his head on the chair again as he hits the mat. Trunk sets up the ladder, then he puts the table up on its legs. He picks up Sandman, whose face is now covered in blood.
Styles: Oh my God! Sandman's face is now the proverbial crimson mask!
Trunk carries Sandman over to the ladder and starts to climb, bringing Sandman up with him. At the top of the ladder, Trunk reaches down and attempts to set up Sandman for a powerbomb off the ladder! But Sandman delivers a punch to Trunk's head, which dazes him. Sandman punches Trunk several more times, but Trunk clubs Sandman in the back. Sandman finally has to resort to biting Trunk's open wound, causing more blood to seep out from it.
Sandman yells out "CANE!". Suddenly, a Singapore cane comes flying out of the crowd, as Sandman catches it at the top of the ladder, and cracks it across Trunk's head! Trunk wobbles on the ladder, but still does not fall.
Styles: Trunk is practically out on his feet on that ladder! But where is Sandman going?
Sandman gets down from the ladder, and takes a look at the table. He reaches into his pocket...
...and pulls out a matchbook.
Styles: Sandman has a book of matches! Don't tell me he's gonna...
Sandman lights the matches and tosses them onto the table, setting the table alight!
Styles: And we have got fire!
Hardcore Hensley smirks at ringside.
Sandman climbs back up the ladder. He hooks Trunk's arm and attempts to suplex Trunk off the ladder! But Trunk pounds on Sandman's back. Trunk pulls Sandman up to the top of the ladder and sets Sandman up on his shoulders, and screams "E! C! W!"
Trunk powerbombs Sandman off the ladder, sending him crashing through the flaming table!
Styles: OH MY GAAAAAAAAD!! SANDMAN THROUGH THE FLAMING TABLE!
Trunk slowly climbs down the ladder and collapses onto Sandman for a cover.
1...2...3!
Announcer: Here is your winner...MARCUS...TRUNK!!
Hardcore Hensley stands and applauds politely.
When Trunk recovers, he gets a microphone.
Trunk: Hardcore Hensley 1, Marcus Trunk 1. Dead even. If you bring your game to Season's Beatings like you did tonight, I'm gonna look forward to seeing you in the ring.
"For Those Who Fight Further" plays as Trunk triumphantly walks back up the ramp.
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Post by Mella Drom Attoc on Nov 15, 2007 22:24:30 GMT -5
*A fade back from commercial shows the fabulous, lavish locker room that is known to be owned by none other than Coming Attraction Productions. Before the camera goes further past the silk, pirple curtains a voice is heard...*
"The part of Zed Pine will be played by..."
"... a beachball."
Lull: To be or not to be.
Cruis: *monotone* Yo... listen to these haps fools...
Lull: Cheese is never enough.
Cruis: It's beddy bye time kids. Who wants to sing the goodnight song?
Lull: I fought the law and the McCaw one
Cruis: *monotone yelling?* DESTRUCTION.
*Cruis suddenly stumbles, falling atop and flattening the beachball... as the voice is heard again.*
"Ummm... the part of the beachball playing Zed Pine will be played by... Secretary... Stacy?"
Lull: I kick ass in the name of the lord, and I don't have any bubble gum.
Cruis: *even more monotone* I'll screw ya like a donkey.
Lull: Why do you say that, Pine buddy of mine.
Stacy: Like... you know... those guys... um... you're gonna beat em, then eat em!
Cruis: *wide eyed, but uninterested* Ummm... don't duck your luck... Chuck
Lull: Jessica Alba is talented.
Cruis: I want Sphaghettios.
Lull: I'm just a hunk of burning love.
Cruis: It's a swerve... in actuality, Lull Songstra was mute, but spoke by lip synching to a new debuting superstar who we'll debut tonight as Sushy McHushy?
Lull: Vince Russo is the best wrestling writer in the world?
Stacy: Umm.. when do I get paid and stuff?
Lull: When you be like Zed and be fat & ugly. Right now you only have one of them down!
Cruis: I'm not doing two takes for this crap...
Lull: It's her fault!
Stacy: Well... ya know, it was kinda last minute. I mean... like, ya did pop the ball?
Lull: That ball has half the talent you do! ....wait...
Cruis: So... are we still going with this... promo thing?
Lull: I believe so but this does create problems for us!
Cruis: Eh... as long as I get paid, I don't care
Lull: True, my friend.
Cruis: Now... where we. Oh yeah... Milkorific.
Lull: Cheese cake?
Cruis: I have no insurance...
Lull: Does this make sense to you?
Cruis: No... not at all.
Lull: Why are we speaking it then?
Cruis: Because... we still get paid right?
Stacy: Actually, you don't.
Cruis: Wait... what?!
Lull: POR QUE?!
Stacy: So really all this is doing is exposing the fact you use writers to make your promos and with the writer's strike you've had to resort to cheap writers.
Cruis: Well... screw this then. I have better ways to waste my time
*With that, Cruis simple turns around and walks off screen, leaving Lull and Stacy by themselves.*
Lull: Death to Wrestle Posse?
*He walks off too*
Stacy: I'm hungry!
*Switch to "The Wrestle Posse" Tenacious J & A staring at what has just taken place.*
Axel: What the hell was that?
Jobby: Our opponents for this week?
Axel: Nice to know how well the 'powers that be' respect us huh?
Jobby: At least we make sense, right Axel!?
Axel: You can say that again, Jay.
Jobby: At leas-
Axel: NO.
*Pause*
Jobby: What do you think Toomi meant by break-a-leg?
Axel: Who cares?
Jobby: Good point... HEY! IT'S THURSDAY! LET'S GO TO THE 80s CLUB!
*The neoned warrior runs away.*
Axel: ...Why do I fee-
Jobby's Voice: YOU COMING?!
Axel ...why do I fe-
Jobby's Voice: HELLO!?
Axel: ...why-
Jobby's Voice: I HAVE THE CAR STARTED!?
Axel: ...
*He sighs and walks towards Jobby.*
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Post by SsnakeBite, the No1 Frenchman on Nov 17, 2007 3:06:39 GMT -5
*We come back from commercial and immediately fade into the French Connection’ s locker room. « Sexually Suggestive » Ivy Rosepine is sitting on a bench. She doesn’ t wear her match attire nor her backstage attire, but some sort of training attire. A sports bra and track suit pants. She also has a towel around her shoulders. The only familiar things are her fingerless gloves. She looks down at her feet, her shoulders on her knees, the hands between her legs and looks like she just stopped training or working out as she’ s sweating.*
Ivy : Sssiiiiiiiiggghhh…
*Mysth appears on-screen as we can see him from behind. He’ s wearing a training atire as well. The chest is bare, but he wears track suits pants and fingerless gloves as well. He also has a towel around his shoulders. He still has some scars from the Megadeth. Ivy raises her head to look at him, which allows us to see her face. She looks in pretty bad shape from her last match against Terina. Her left cheek is swollen and she has a black eye, which she tries to hide by making up even more than usual. As she smiles at her boyfriend, we can see that there is a gap where one of her teeth used to be.*
Mysth : *Giving a recomforting smile at his girlfriend* Well, honey, you don’ t seem to be in a very good shape and I’ m not just talking about the cheek and the eye…
Ivy : Eh, no kidding… but you don’ t look like you’ re in your best shape either.
Mysth : *Giving an amused smile while sitting next to Ivy.* Yeah but I’ ll get over it. Beside, I have a title match against Joe One at Season’ s Beating. So things are actually pretty good for me. You, on the other hand, you look quite unhappy.
Ivy : Well… *She puts her head on Mysth’ s shoulder, and he wraps his arm around her.* I hoped I could prove my value in that best 2 out of 3 match. I thought I could end this feud by showing everyone, especially Terina, that I am the best the Girl Next Door division has to offer… but I failed. And the worst thing is… I’ m starting to doubt myself.I mean… I can’ t even get rid of ONE opponent. Am I as tough as I thought I was ? Am I… am I really a good competitor ?
Mysth : Look, we’ ve both known losses, unfortunately. The only thing it can do to us is teach us what we lack in order for us to work on it and improve.
Ivy : Hon… that wasn’ t just a match… it was… how can I say ? A matter of proving who was the better wrestler between the two of us. And as much as it hurts me to say it, she clearly dominated the match… and she won, eventually. And just look at me ! Look at what she did to me ! She… wrecked me. And not just physically. Before that match, I was about to reach wrestlegasm… and now I’ m frustrated.
Mysth : Girl, it’ s not the first time you are injured, it’ s not the first time I am injured *he points at the prints of the Megadeth on his body* and if there’ s one thing we learned, it’ s that wounds heal, so that already one thing you shouldn’ t worry about. And for Terina, well keep in mind that you already beat her twice. Clean. I still have to see her defeat YOU clean, if only she actually had the skills to do that. Remember the tag match and Crow’ s interference ?
Ivy : Hon, that’ s kind from you to try and cheer me up, but she obviously showed off the skills at Survival of the Fittest. She did defeat me clean…
Mysth : Come again ? Remember how the match ended ? You got hit by a metal door that suddenly open. That’ s not even Terina who did it ! She was just being opportunistic as usual ! She would never have defeated you without that !
Ivy : Maybe… or maybe she would. Anyway, thanks for talking to me, hon. That was sweet of you. I do feel a little better now, but I’ m still not convinced I can get a decisive victory over her… this loss made a big impact on me, you know.
*Ivy gets up as Mysth looks at her, his mask still allowing us to see he’ s obviously worried and sad for Ivy. She goes to the door of their locker room.*
Mysth : Where are you going ?
Ivy : Well, I’ d like to take a little walk if you don’ t mind. To think about all that. See you later, handsome !
*Ivy Rosepine opens the door and the camera cuts into the corridor next to Ivy & Mysth’ s locker room. We see her close the door and sigh heavily. Right after that, a little off-screen voice can be heard.*
Voice : Miss Rosepine ?
*Ivy immediately looks down and so does the camera, which reveals a little girl, that same one who was in the arena during Ivy’ s match. Ivy’ s face suddenly beams with joy and the woman crouches in order to have her head at the same height as the little girl’ s.*
Ivy : *Smiling* That’ s Ivy for you.
Girl : Ivy I… oh my, I’ m so impressed to be right in front of you… I love you so much… I want to be just like you when I’ m grown up !
Ivy : Eh, I’ m not sure they’ d agree. I’ m kind of… forbidden to the less than eighteen. Teehee. *She smiles again*
Girl : Anyway I… just wanted to congratulate you for your last match.
*Ivy’ s face now turns into a confused look.*
Ivy : Congratulate me ? But… I lost.
Girl : I don’ t mind. You really put on a terrific match. You really showed what you were capable.of. You got unlucky at the end of the match but what really matters for me… is that you never gave up. No matter how beat up you got, you kept on struggling to achieve your goal, and I found it great. In my heart… you’ re the true winner.
*Ivy smiles even more and looks deeply moved. She suddenly hugs the little girl and starts crying.*
Ivy : You’ re… I… am so very lucky to have fans like you ! It’ s truely one of the kindest things someone ever told me.
*She lets the girl go and looks at her again.*
Ivy : Thanks a lot. I feel much better now. I feel more determinated than ever to teach Terina a lesson she will never forget !
Girl : Tee hee, glad I could cheer you up ! *She searches in a pocket of her dress and picks up a piece of paper and a pen.* Hum… Can I have your autograph, mi… Ivy ??
Ivy : Of course ! It’ s the least I can do for you after what you did for me.
*She grabs the paper and the pen and signs before handing everything back to the little girl. But right after that, Ivy looks to be wondering something.*
Ivy : Oh ! Wait a second, please…
*She searches in her pants’ pocket and picks up three tickets.*
Ivy : I wish I could see you at Season’ s Beating, but unfortunately it will take place in Irak, so you obviously won’ t be able to come. So here it is, three tickets, one for you, two for your parents, for this week’ s show. Those are the best seats. I always keep some in case if I… meet someone like you, who I think really deserves a royal treatment. I’ m booked against Gail Kim. I think it will be an interesting match and I’ d really like you to be here.
*The little girl’ s eyes widen and she looks very happy. She stares at the tickets for a few seconds, then looks at Ivy again.*
Girl : WOAW !! THANK YOU !! Thank you so much !! I will be here ! I will be supporting you just like I do every week, no matter I’ m at home or in the arena !
*Suddenly, an unfamiliar feminine voice can be heard.*
Voice : Julia ! Where are you ? It’ s time to go home !
Ivy : Julia… that’ s your lil' name ?
Girl : Yes.
Ivy : That’ s very cute. I actually thought that if I have a daughter someday, I’ ll call her that name.
Julia : Tee hee ! Er… well, my mom’ s calling.
Ivy : You’ d better go, then. I hope I see you during my match. And I think I’ d like to meet your parents someday. People who raised such an adorable little girl must be very good persons.
*Julia smiles at Ivy then walks in the direction of the voice. Ivy raises and looks at her while she’ s leaving. The door of the lcker room opens and Mysth appears.*
Mysth : Well ? You’ re still here ?
Ivy : Nay, sweetheart, I’ m a three dimensionnal hologram of your fiancée.
Mysth : If you say so. *He sees Julia who’ s leaving.* Who is she ?
Ivy : The reason why I fight every week...
*And we cut to the next segment.*
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The Tide Will Turn!
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Post by Maelstrom on Nov 18, 2007 16:55:44 GMT -5
We return backstage where we find ourselves in one of the many EWT corridors, as we look upon this the double doors at the far end slam open and through them walks Maelstrom, he doesn't look happy. As he marches down the corridor Sum Guy tries to catch up to him for a few words.
SUM GUY: Hey everyone, Sum guy here and Maelstrom where have you been? ....
Maelstrom doesn't stop and face palms Sum Guy into a row of storage boxes. He continues past the camera and heads to ringside
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Post by Maelstrom on Nov 18, 2007 17:24:23 GMT -5
We our at ringside when Maelstrom's music hits! 'Apocalypse Please' by Muse plays but there is no time for Pyro as out walks Maelstrom and he looks pissed. He heads to the ring and grabs a microphone. The buzz from the excited crowd is electric, for Maelstrom hasn't been seen on EWT TV in weeks.MAELSTROM: Months! Do you know how long I've' been waiting, months and months and months ... and then along comes my chance to take my fist and extract Ratings liver in a match and it gets called off due to some injury claim or transport issues! MAELSTROM: Ratings you sorry son of B****! You cost me my title match and you have blocked up the flow of current with that dam sized mouth of yours. Well the end is nigh for you my high-paid sea-scum! At Seasons beatings I am going to rearrange your face so badly that flatfish will run away from you in a seafood diner! Now when ... Interuption Music!Out walsk kurt angle microphone in handKURT ANGLE: Woah woah there Maelstrom! You think these people care about your whining? You think they are concerned by the fact your opponent is clearly smarter than you? Maelstrom folds his arms and watches as Kurt enters the ringKURT ANGLE: Look at it from his point of view Maelstrom, He's beaten you, He's outsmarted you, heck let's face it he's better than you ... It's true, It's dammed tr .... Maelstrom clocks Kurt Angle right there and then with a right hook! Microphones go flying and we have a match!Bell RingsKurt Angle gets up from the punch only to be leveled by another, Maelstrom strikes out with a third, but Kurt avoids it and goes around with a waist lock. Kurt tries to dislodge the big man but he's too stron g and hip tosses Kurt to one side. Kurt back to his feet but only so he can find his jaw connecting with Maelstrom's bicep with a smashing clothesline! Kurt Angle is in a world of hurt here as he gets up again only to find his throat clamped apon by Maelstrom's hand .... Chokeslam!! 1,2 .... Oooh ... Maelstrom lifted Kurt's back offf the mat, he had him beat. The referee is asking him waht is he doing! Maelstrom grins and plants Kurt Angle between his legs ... he lifts him up onto his houlders and begins to spin ... and spin ... and spin ... and slams down into the canvas! Whirlpool!! 1,2,3. Bell ringsThe referee raises Maelstrom's hand in victory. Maelstrom just looks down at Kurt Angle's beaten body and just shakes his head before walking backstage
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Post by teamireland on Nov 18, 2007 17:56:09 GMT -5
* Abyss' Music begins playing in the EWT Arena & the crowd begins cheering for the arrival of "The Monster". Abbys makes his way to the top of the entrance ramp with his chain wrapped around his neck. He does his usual arm-crossing gesture as towers of flame explode either side of him & he continues on down to the ring.* David Penzer: The following contest is scheduled for one fall & it is for the EWT Toolshed Championship. Introducing first, the challenger, standing 6 feet, 8 inches tall, weighing in at over 350lbs, this is "The Monster"... AAAAAAAAABYYYYYYYSSSSSS!!! Mike Tenay: Well, Don, "The Monster" seems as ready as ever for this challenge. Don West: AND YOU KNOW, MIKE, THAT THE TOOLSHED CHAMPIONSHIP IS EXACTLY UP ABYSS' ALLEY! THIS IS THE SORT OF THING THAT "THE MONSTER" ABYSS LOVES TO DO! *Abyss stops just before he gets in the ring & looks directly into the camera before making some unintelligble noise & spraying the camera with spit. He gets in the ring & does the arm crossing thing again to more cheers from the crowd.* *Abyss' music dies down & "Born to the Fight" by Waylander starts playing. The crowd aren't entirely sure what's going on, until the guitars kick in & Shane Malone makes his way out accompanied by Coach O'Hare. Malone carries his Toolshed Title with him & an empty Guinness keg, presumably used in a victory celebration following his title win.* Tenay: New entrance music for "The Celtic Giant" here tonight. West: BUT UNLIKE LIAM O'NEILL, IT DOESN'T SEEM THAT MALONE IS READY TO LEAVE TEAM IRELAND JUST YET, MIKE! Penzer: And his opponent, representing Team Ireland, being accompanied by Coach O'Hare, standing 6 feet, 8 inches tall weighing in at 297lbs, he is the current reigning & defending EWT Toolshed Champion, from Galway, Ireland, this is "The Celtic Giant"... SHAAAAAAAAAAAANE... MAAAAAAAALLLOOOOONNNNE!!! *Malone holds his recently won Toolshed Title over his head as the Green, White & Gold pyro explodes behind him. O'Hare, of course, waves his trademark Tricolour over his head as the two make their way on down to the ring, showered by boos from the crowd. Malone sets the keg down outside, hands his belt to O'Hare & enters the ring.* *As soon as Malone gets in the ring, he gets right up close to Abyss... Strangely, even though both men are billed as being the same height, Malone seems slightly taller... * *Both men begin duking it out, Abyss gets a slight advantage & whips Malone to the ropes. Abyss catches Malone with a Big Boot on the rebound. "The Celtic Giant" staggers back & rests on the ropes a moment. O'Hare meanwhile, gets up on the apron with a chair in his hands. He sees Abyss approach Malone & quickly hands the chair to Shane. Shane rocks Abyss with a devestating chair shot. "The Monster" simply stands his ground, taking the chair shot as though it were nothing more than a pillow being swung at his head. Malone swings again & Abyss simply takes the shot again. Malone goes for a third swing & Abyss catches the chair before it makes contact with his noggin. Abyss tosses the chair right back in Malone's face. Malone stumbles back again, unsure of how to deal with "The Monster". Malone steps over the top rope to the outside & begins rummaging under the ring. Abyss immediately follows, bringing that same chair with him. Malone, however, brings out a Singapore Cane. He begins whaling on Abyss with the Cane until it splinters into tiny pieces. Malone whips Abyss towards the security rail & follows up by clotheslining him right over it & into the crowd.* Tenay: The fight has now spilled into the crowd! West: THESE TWO DON'T CARE WHO GETS IN THEIR WY, THEY'RE INTENT ON FINISHING EACHOTHER TONIGHT! *Malone returns to the ring to pick up his keg & he brgings it with him as he steps over the guardrail & into the crowd. Malone has Abyss set in his sights. He charges at him holding the keg over his head & preparing to strike. Abyss manages to stop him & catches the keg before it hits his skull. Abyss then kicks Malone in the gut. As Malone staggers back, Abyss tries to use the keg himself. He runs at Malone, but Shane gets a boot up, sending the keg into Abyss' face. "The Monster" reels back, dropping the keg. Malone waits a moment, crouching, then hits Abyss with a Spear right into the wall of the EWT Arena. Abyss slumps to the ground & Malone Irish Whips over the guardrail & back towards the ring. As Abyss still lies on the gorund, Malone drops the keg on him.* Tenay: WOW! That keg could do some serious damage! Malone might have just broken the ribs of "The Monster" Abyss. *Malone steps on over the rail & drops an elbow on Abyss. He drags "The Monster" back to his feet & whips him towrds the ring steps. Abyss goes clattering into the steps & is left in a heap on the other side. Malone confidently strolls over to where Abyss lies & gets walloped with a baking tray! Malone recoils as Abyss pulls a table out from under the ring. Abyss slides the table into the ring & then brings out his bag of Thumbtacks!* Tenay: There's that bag of Abyss'! We know what he's got in there! West: IT'S THE THUMB-TACKS, MIKE! THE THOUSANDS & THOUSANDS OF THUMB-TACKS! *Malone re-enters the ring & sets up the table in a corner. O'Hare spends his time rooting around under the ring & tossing all sorts of stuff into his charge (garbage cans full of other stuff, fire extinguishers & whatnot). Abyss gets in the ring, holding the thumbtacks over his head as the crowd cheers. Malone kicks Abyss in the gut & quickly takes him over head with a Suplex. Malone holds the Suplex for quite some time, allowing the blodd to rush to Abyss' head. Then Malone switches Abyss around so he's over his shoulder & drills him with a Power Slam. Malone tips out one of the buns that O'Hare threw in the ring for him. He takes out a pizza cutter & uses it to slice Abyss' head open. Abyss yells in pain. Malone brings Abyss back to his feet & whips him towards the table. Abyss manages to stop himself before colliding with the wood. But Malone charges right at Abyss, aiming to spear him through the table. Abyss quickly moves aside & Malone goes through the table. Abyss takes advantage of the moment to sprinkle his thumb-tacks out onto the mat as the crowd cheers.* West: AND THERE THEY ARE! SHANE MALONE HAS SOME SERIOUS PAIN COMING HIS WAY! *As Malone gets back to his feet, Abyss waits & stalks him. Malone rushes at Abyss & gets caught with a Black Hole Slam right onto the Thumbtacks! Malone roars in pain as the tacks go right into his back. Abyss goes for the cover, but O'Hare is up on the apron bickering with the referee. Abyss realises & stops covering Malone as he goes over to get the referee to pay attention. Malone is getting back to his feet. O'Hare tosses the Hurley into the ring, Malone catches it & uses it to club Abyss in the back of the head. Malone then uses the Hurley to smack Abyss in the gonads. As Abyss doubles over in pain, Malone grabs him from behind & gives him the "Dragon Slayer" onto the Thumbtacks!* West: RIGHT IN THE FACE! RIGHT! IN ! THE! FAAAAAAACE! *Malone rolls Abyss over for a cover...* 1... 2... 3!!! DING-DING-DING! Penzer: Here is your winner and STILL EWT Toolshed Champion... SHAAAAAAAAANNNNNNE MAAAAAAALLLLOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNE! *As the referee hands Malone back his title belt, O'Hare gets in the ring next to his protege & can be heard loudly shouting "SEE THAT SIGMA? YOU'VE NO CHANCE, SUNSHINE!" The two leave as Malone gets in a few kicks at Abyss before leaving the ring entirely.*
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The Line
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Post by The Line on Nov 18, 2007 19:20:43 GMT -5
(We now go “Insecticidal” Andy Duke, who is standing in front of a Cidal Squad logo.)Duke: Oh. Hello. Last week, I said that this week I would introduce you to the six teams competing in the Tag Team Invitational, and that’s exactly what I plan on doing in this next segment. The following has been submitted for your viewing pleasure; a montage interview questions with the six tag teams competing. I hope the editing does not bother you, but at least its not a “CNN-style” edit. Enjoy. (The preceding banner is shown, and as we slowly zoom out, we see “Insecticidal” Andy Duke sitting at a table in front of the banner. He is wearing a black suit with a red tie, and stylish sunglasses. He is in a conference room, much like you’d see in any standard office building. The first tag team, Drug of Choice is already seated. Andy Starts the interview.)Duke: So, just thumbing through your file here- Shin: What file? That’s just a crayon drawing of a cat. And it looks like he has a square head.Duke: It’s a very nice drawing, don’t you agree? Well anyway, says here that you guys are from San Francisco. Chet: Yah, mon. Haight-Ashbury.Duke: Well isn’t that nice? Shin: I’d like to think so. Duke: So, Drug of Choice? That’s an interesting name. What’s it mean?
Shin: Well, we live in Haight-Ashbury, I used to be a coffee shop owner before a huge faceless corporation put me out of business, and Chet here is Jamaican. I think it speaks for itself. That it does. (The video cuts to the Baskette Boys)Duke: Oh, the Baskette Boys? Didn’t one of you die? Gary: That would be my brother, Danny Sr. He died right before Danny Jr. was born, so that’s who Jr. is named after.Duke: You guys were pretty rad back in the day. Think you can do that again? Gary: I plan on it.Duke: Well, we’ll see about that. (The Video cuts to The Spectaculars)Duke: So, Second City guys? Charles: Yep…..Duke: So….. Nate: So?Duke: You guys like….stuff. Nate: Oh, if you only knew!(The video cuts to the River City Rebels)Duke: So, is the Irish Mob just like that movie “The Departed”? Syd: Um-Duke: Oh, I really like that part where Jack Nicholson is like “You watch your mouth!” to that bitch, and she’s all like “No. You watch my mouth. I’m going to straighten you out!” before she starts to…well…you know. Patti: What?Duke: Well…um when…well, you know. I mean, its right there in the movie! Syd: We never sawr that one. .Patti: Yeah.Duke: Really? I mean, it won fudging best picture! Well, its going to be a long night. (Grabs a remote and speaks off camera). Ms. Jackson? Will you roll the TV cart in here, and get me 3 beers? Patti: Can I get a cranberry juice instead?Duke: Cranberry juice? That what my ex used to drink when she was on her period! ( leans in closer and whispers) Are you on your period? (Video cuts to Team Obsession)Duke: Eh, New York. There’s some masked freak. from there running around here and stealing all my sugar cubes. Hopefully you’re not as weird as him. C. Foster: It matters not, for I only love you all.
Xavier: No, you only love your dreams!
C. Foster: Is that a sin? Duke: I know a guy who kills sinners. Or at least he did. I think I still have his number somewhere ( begins patting his pockets). Oh well. Its not important. (Video Cuts to the Moroccan Militia Militia.)Duke: I am digging the alliteration. 3 M’s. MMM, 3M. Now 3M, that’s an original name. I really, really like that one! That could make us…MILLIONS! ( Yells Off Camera). Ms. Jackson! Write down 3M! Trust me! Sene: To tell the truth, we’re not in this for the money.
Dikembe: Yah. This is official business. We’re starting an empire!Duke: Just remember that when you get a continent, you get some bonus battalion pieces. (Cut Back to Drug of Choice)Duke: OK. Hypothetical Situation; you’re cutting a promo on the tag team champions. What would you say? Chet: I got this one. Hey, we be needin’ your titles now, mon!(Cut to Baskette Boys) Gary: To be a champion, you’ve got act like a champion in every facet of life. You’ve got to walk like a champion, talk like a champion, dress like a champion, work like a champion, think, eat, and sleep like a champion. Once you do all that, you can truly be a champion. I’ve been a champion before, and if I have my way, I’ll be a champion again. I’ve taught my son here everything he needs to know to be a champion, both in and out of the ring, so get close with your belts now, because you won’t have them for long.(Cut to The Spectaculars) Charles: You know what would be rad?
Nate: What?
Charles: Winning the EWT World Tag Team Belts.
Nate: That would be the bee’s knees!
Charles: But you know what we’re gonna need to do that?
Nate: I think I do….
Charles & Nate: We’re gonna need a montage!
(Both men look straight at the camera and give two thumbs up each)(Cut to Team Obsession)Xavier: Our quest for the tag titles is a fever, from which we will never recover. Heat and Hunger-
C. Foster: They inflame our senses. When they consume our souls, when we have nothing left to give, they turn back and smile back at us. Duke: Um…yeah, ok. (Cut to Moroccan Militia Movement)Dikembe: Unlike all these other teams, we plan on taking those belts the only way we know how.
Sene: And that is brute force. From the time we were just mere infants, we were surrounded by warfare. I learned how to shoot my first rifle at the age of seven. Our father, a general, decided that enough was enough, and he didn’t want his sons to live in a world where his own children live through such horrors every day, so he staged what you might call a coup, or hostile takeover. I like to call it more of an ultimatum. Back away, or we’ll send you away, in a box. We give you the same ultimatum. (Cut to Drug of Choice)Duke: So, I think that’s all the questions I have for you guys. I have just one request now. (Duke reaches into his drawer and pulls out two “Dixie” cups)Duke: If you could each give me a urine sample- Chet: Woah mon! This is the first we’ve heard of a drug-test!Duke: Who said anything about a drug-test? (Cut to The River City Rebels)
(Duke points a remote at a television on a cart, turning it off).Duke: Well, now that you’ve seen “The Departed”, what do you think. Syd: That was a helluva ending!
Patti: Yeah, but I don’t see how that’ll help our tag team wrestling at all. Duke:…But did you see that part where Jack Nicholson told that girl to watch her mouth. Oh boy, I’ve used that line before. Syd: First off, that’s the second time you’ve told us about that one scene. And secondly, weren’t we supposed to be doing an interview?Duke: Oh, that. Well, its not important. So what are you guys doing tonight? Wanna go out? Patti: Eh, no we got…stuff to do.
Syd: Yeah, we still need to check into our hotel and whatnot.
Patti: Yeah, and I’m pretty tired.Duke: You guys sure? Syd: Yeah. Maybe another time. (The River City Rebels leave Duke alone in the room.)Duke: (sigh)…I need friends…..now where’s Ms. Jackson? (Yells Off-camera) Oh, Ms. Jackson! You want to reenact that one scene from “The Departed”? You know which one I’m talking about. (Fade to black)
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Post by brokenrose on Nov 19, 2007 7:36:38 GMT -5
*The arena grows restless as the dead air builds more and more. As it builds to an almost fever pitch, the crowd almost explodes as they hear a now familiar riff hit the speakers...* “When I was darkness at that time fureteru kuchibiru heya no katasumi de I cry mogakeba mogaku hodo tsukisasaru kono kizu yaburareta yakusoku hurt me”*From out of the top of the arena comes the owner of the theme song currently playing. She stands at the top of a stairway, looking around the arena as she (for a rare time) basks in the cheers she receives. Perhaps due in part to her loyal fan base that is celebrating her freedom. Or maybe it's the fact that the OX Division title is wrapped snuggly around her waist, blanketed by a light jacket.* Finkel: Ladies and Gentlemen, please welcome your NEEEEEEEEEEWWWWWWWWWWW EWT OX DIVISION CHAMPION... THE BROKEN ROSE OF EWT, JURI SADA-MOTO! *Juri is all smiles as she does her trademark point up while staring down to the ring. With a purpose, she quickly walks down the stairs but not so quickly to not slap the hands of those that have offered them out to her. Her usual tomboy appearance has been forsaken, so it would appear, for: a pair of black pants, a v-neck red blouse, the black jacket, and (oddly enough) a dark red silk tie. It would appear to everyone that the Broken Rose of EWT is taking the mantle of OX Division champion with honor and class (or at least attempting to as she still maintains her 'flair'). Upon reaching the barricade, she pulls herself upon it. She points up one last time while some crowd members copy her. She steps off and walks up the steps then into the ring. An attendant quickly hands her a live mic as she motions for one. Pausing to let the cheers die down as well as for the music to cut out, she then raises the mic to her mouth.* Juri: For those of you that haven't seen Survival of the Fittest... SPOILERS: I won. *Cheers.* Juri: Now I could sit and gloat. I could say how might I was. I could go on and on about how great it was to kiss Cass good bye. Or even how fulfilling it was to finally TIMFA who has been the bane of my existence over the past few days... I could. But I won't. Talk is cheap and so was the last champion. *Cheers.* Juri: And, unlike him, I won't go on and on about myself. Because nobody wants to hear that. Instead, forgive me while I answer to a few comments made after I became the first female OX Division champion... *She clears her throat.* Juri: TJT... I've never really cared for you. And I never will. I don't know why you think it was so surprising that a woman beat Cass. Why, if it wasn't for a woman, you two wouldn't even be able to dress yourselves or any other “accomplishments” that you two claim. If 'Rina wasn't there, you would be screwed. End of story. *She brushes hair out of her eyes.* Juri: So it would appear that I need to be put in my place by a man that, not only is in the wrong place for his beliefs but the wrong time! I've never claimed to be the symbol for womanhood, nor should any girl. But to say that because of the way I am I have abandoned my gender AND deserve to be put in my place? Maybe, mister crazy knight, you should stop trying to do your best Poe impression and try to actually prove something. I mean YOU lost your title. I don't see how Ghost-Face nor I have to suffer your whiny insults because baby can't handle when he's been bested. I will not be undone nor will I ever be outmatched. Even in defeat, I become that much stronger and that much smarter. And because of that, NOBODY could ever put me in their place. Much less a lumbering goof like you who only one that title originally by way of a fluke. Don't agree with me? Deal with it. I am woman and, not only can I speak for myself, but I can also back it up. *The crowd acts unsure of who she is referring to, so they just chose to blindly cheer.* Juri: And lastly... Synthy... *The crowd listens intently.* Juri: *seemingly disingenuous.* ...congrats on your win too. *A small bit of cheers.* Juri: That out of the way... *She pats the title still strapped around her waist.* I'm now a champion. *cheers.* I've noticed a lot of individuals saying, as soon as they get their title, that they are going to change the division... Breathe life into it. Not me. No... I'm not going to make the division a better place. I'm going to bring honor to the title itself. How, may you ask? Simple. Anybody, anywhere, and any time. I'm going to be a fighting champion. I'll take on all comers: Men. Women. Beasts. Even Spectres and Undead Pirates! It won't make a difference who! Just as long as you don't complain when my hand is raised in victory. So, there it is, I hereby proclaim Juri Hunting Season Open... *She pauses, tapping her temple with the mic softly.* Juri: But you know... Before that could even begin, I would like have my "EWT New Champion Clause". The one where I choose my first opponent. It's been a long time coming and now finally, I will get the chance to face this person. So without fu- *Suddenly, If You're Happy and You Know It starts up, the crowd starting to boo loudly at this, as a familiar woman slowly walks out, a very angry smile on her face as she looks out into the ring,wearing a simple black top and pants, with splatters of blood red all over them as she slowly steps down the ramp way, microphone in hand. Juri looks a little annoyed but never the less she still carries herself with dignity. She goes to raise the mic to her mouth only to be cut off, this time before she can speak.* Vivian: Hold it right there little miss eager! Now don't get me wrong, I'm so happy you won that title... I mean, that's so neat you beat the fella that'd been pining for ya all this time, like the twisted little woman you are. Well that's a-okay with me, I mean I've broken my share of hearts too... though I can't say I've honestly ever taken a belt from them like you have. Juri: *With a simple smirk* Nice hair. *The crazed woman looks back at Juri, glaring a bit, as she eyes that belt.* Vivian: Oh, so here I come out here to congratulate ya and you just give me a blatant cheap shot. I mean, c'mon silly... what have I ever done to ya?! Juri: *Holding out a hand calmly, she begins to count off on her fingers.* You've stalked me. You attacked me. You cheated to beat me. You insulted my finisher. You stole my hair brush. Various articles of clothing of mine are gone... Need I go on? Vivian: Well.... what have I done to ya lately? Juri: I heard about the hex that you supposedly placed upon my first born... And my someone has bought all of my pictures off my website so my fans couldn't get any. I wonder who could that have been? They had the screen name of "Shrine2killBR"... Know anything about that? Vivian: Erm, no no no. Of course not little girl. I wouldn't want to do anything to hurt our new Ox Division Champion! Juri: How thoughtful of you, marm. Well, if you don't mind... I'm trying to name my opponent. And, unless you want to talk about how bad Synthy crushed you, I suggest you just sit back in your closet for right now. *The bald woman glares a bit, but keeps a happy twisted face on, as she keeps looking into the ring, stepping closer and closer towards it.* Juri: What do you want from me, really? Can't you just admit it's your fault for all the unfor- Vivian: SHUT UP YOU RUDE LITTLE BRAT! Juri: I'm sorry... *The crowd looks at her unsure as she digs through her pocket. She quickly pulls out a small book, "Insults for Dummies by Courage the Cowardly Dog" to a small pop from the crowd.* You, ma'am, are extremely bald. Vivian: What... WHAT?! Juri: *flipping to the next page.* You, ma'am, are extremely bald. Vivian: You're a rude little toad... and you don't deserve that belt. YOU DON'T DESERVE ANYTHING BUT A GOOD SPANKING! Juri: *She licks her finger and turns the page.* Are you bald? Yes. Vivian: THAT'S IT! I DESERVE THAT BELT MORE THAN YOU MISSY! You just earned yourself a challenger... after all, I SHOULD BE THE FIRST WOMAN TO BE OX DIVISION CHAMPION! I SHOULD BE THE ONE THAT GETS TO CHALLENGE YOU! I SHOULD BE THE ONE THAT'S THE TOUGHEST GAL IN THE EWT! Juri: *She toss the book into the crowd for a happy fan to keep then gets serious.* You? The toughest? Have you beaten Oceanic? Synthy? Or even that goof Tiffany? Heck, I'd imagine she's even tougher than you. The fact is this, my dear stalker, I get one choice for who I want to face. And it isn't you. Because, frankly, all you've done since you've been here is claim I took your life.... I...I...hate to say this... But... Before recently, I didn't even know you existed! Vivian: Didn't know I existed?! Silly... surely you can remember me! I was the manager of the greatest EWT team ever created... the Sunshine Squad! Juri: ...Not even you are that crazy. Vivian: But... you know what... that tears it. I DEMAND THAT YOU GIVE ME AN OX DIVISION TITLE MATCH. I'm the only here that deserves to knock your ugly little teeth down that lie spewing throat of yours! Juri: You know maybe that isn't such a bad idea. Granted, I won't waste my pick just yet, because I believe accepting challenges isn't the same thing. And being someone that promises to be a fighting champion, I accept! On one condition.... Vivian: Fine, fine little girl... what's your condition? Juri: When I challenged for this title... I put my whole career... My life in the hands of my opponent. And he put up his title.... Now, the shoe's on the other foot. Sure I'm giving you a shot at the title, but what will you give me should I win? Now I know you wouldn't dare risk your contract... The only thing keeping you from being held to 50 different state sanctioned restraining orders. Because I know only those that have complete trust in themselves would even dare risk it. I know, how about you just give me back my sock drawer? For a risk taker like you that should be a lot. Vivian: What... are you saying I don't have any trust in myself. Little girl, that's rather stupid for ya to assume... because I in fact, have enough trust to not only put my EWT contract on the line, but I'm willing to put my wrestling career on the line! Juri: *She just nods* Vivian... I don't know what screwed you up in life to cause you to be this way... I pity you. Yet I will be walking out of Iraq with this title. And I will finally rid myself of you, the last remainder of Casshole's evil reign. *She unbuckles the title around her waist to raise it up with one hand.* You have a strong spirit, Viv, but that won't save you from your own judgment day. So get ready from your own personalized TIMFA, or 'prayer' as you put it, because at Season's Beatings... I'm taking you out for good. Vivian: Well then Juri... you know, why make this a regular ole match. Let's make it a real fun little bout. See, I have one condition myself for putting my career on the line... that being, I get to pick the match stipulation. What do ya say sweetie, care if Auntie Vivian makes things more interesting?" Juri: Only if she bakes apple pies for the trip. *Smark pop a.k.a. 5% of the audience cheers.* Vivian: Oh... your real funny... well then, I think we need to do this right. You see, little miss smarty ass, since you're the Ox Division Champion, why don't we have a match that people in that division are VERY familiar with. A little match called... ULTIMATE OX! Juri: A classic to be sure. I just want to say, it will be an honor to put my title on the line against you. And... It will be an honor to be your last opponent. Vivian: And it will be an honor to snap that neck of yours and take that pretty little belt from you! *Juri drops the mic out of her left hand then raises her newest possession, the OX Division title, over her head with her right arm thus doing her trademark pose, only with title in hand. Her eyes remain stern as she cracks a confident smirk at her challenger. Vivian simply steps closer and closer towards the ring, eyes not leaving the sight of her future opponent, as she hops onto the ring apron, but doesn't enter, simply glaring from outside of it at the new champion with her title. Neither woman backs down as they lock eyes. Before we see if anything else happens, we fade to commercial.*
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Sigma: Current SRW Champ!
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Post by Sigma: Current SRW Champ! on Nov 19, 2007 16:22:04 GMT -5
Tony Schiavone: Well, next up is Matt Striker taking on Sigma. Let’s face it, Jesse. Shane Malone basically screwed Sigma out of the title.
Jesse Ventura: It’s one of those instances in wrestling where Shane showed more drive and intensity in those 6 seconds that got him the title. Not only that, he showed us what you need in a champion in EWT. He used both his brawn and his brain to win that belt. Sigma just got stuck in a bad situation.
Tony Schiavone: Perhaps, and Sigma is looking for revenge. He’ll be getting that at Season’s Beatings where he will have Shane Malone in a match for the EWT Toolshed title.
Jesse Ventura: That seems to be the match to look forward to for that event. Sigma and Malone have fought others and each other in order to get the belt. Shane has it, but Sigma wants it bad.
Tony Schiavone: Ok, now let’s go to the ring and Gary Michael Capetta.
(bell rings)
GMC: Ladies and gentlemen, our next contest is scheduled for one fall. Already in the ring, from New York City, weighing in at 235 pounds, Matt Striker.
Matt Striker: Ladies and Gentlemen, I am Matt Striker, your teacher. Now it seems that I have to go in the ring tonight against a man with both brains and brawn. He doesn’t have the mental capacities yet to harness both of them fluently like Shane Malone does. I am here to reach out and touch you Sigma. You will never beat Shane with brute force. I have a better shot against him than you do.
Tony Schiavone: What is he doing?
Jesse Ventura: I don’t know. It looks like he is trying to get into Sigma’s head with that statement. Unfortunately, Sigma isn’t in the mood.
(“Personal Jesus” plays, crowd boos)
Sigma comes out in his suit and sunglasses instead of his ring gear. He’s holding a walking stick in the form of a green light saber.
GMC: And approaching the ring, from Tacoma Washington. He weighs in tonight at 259 pounds, Sigma!
Tony Schiavone: Fans, I have no idea what’s going on. Sigma isn’t in his gear; he’s in his suit and with a new cane of some kind.
Jesse Ventura: This is a big departure from what he normally has on in the ring. He doesn’t seem to be in any type of mood to mess around. He’s all business tonight. However, he’s got the stick.
Sigma: Malone, you are one sly fox. You waited from behind the ring and waited for the precise moment to come forth and bash me with a spear to take advantage of a golden situation. It also seems that your life partner, Coach O’Hare is helping you out as well. Well, unlike yourself, I do everything on my own and precisely the way I want it to go. You will fall from grace in Irak. The faith will be restored in that title, and it will be put around my waist. Now for you Matt Striker. You dare say that my mental capacity isn’t worthy of my strength and stamina? Be prepared for a world of hurt. Your career ends here.
Before the ref rings the bell, Sigma winds up and cracks Matt Striker upside the head with his walking stick. The stick doesn’t even shatter and Striker is out.
(Bell Rings)
Tony Schiavone: WOW, Sigma cracks Striker upside the head with his stick.
Jesse Ventura: Tony, that’s not just a walking stick. When he came in today with that stick, it set off the metal detector and told the security agent that the stick was something special. I’ll have to talk to him after this match about it.
Sigma lays down the stick outside of the ring and lifts up Matt Striker by his head and grabs him in a claw hold.
Tony Schiavone: He’s got Striker in a claw hold, maybe he’s going for a submission here?
Jesse Ventura: Either that or he’s sending a message to Shane Malone. I’m going with message here.
Sigma then lifts up Matt Striker and delivers a Giant’s Causeway to Striker, which lays him out.
Tony Schiavone: Giant’s Causeway to Striker? Jesse, you’re right. It’s a message to Shane Malone. I wonder what else Sigma has planned.
Sigma then decides to finish him off by lifting him up from behind. He sets him up and delivers a Sigma Suplex to him.
Tony Schiavone: And there’s the Sigma Suplex. If Matt Striker wasn’t finished before that move, he’s got to be out now.
Jesse Ventura: No doubt about it, Giants Causeway plus the Sigma Suplex on the same person in the same match would take anybody out; I imagine it will take out Shane Malone too.
Ref: 1………2…………..3 Ring the bell and get an EMT out here. (Motions for bell and does the X symbol)
GMC: Ladies and Gentlemen, your winner, Sigma!
(Personal Jesus plays again, crowd boos)
Tony Schiavone: While Jesse goes to interview Sigma, let’s take a look at the replay. Sigma just cracks Striker with his walking stick, or it’s something else. He then picks him up for the Giant’s Causeway, which is odd for us, because that’s Shane Malone’s finisher. Afterwards, the Sigma Suplex for the 1, 2 and 3. Sigma wins, and we now go to Jesse Ventura.
Jesse Ventura: Sigma, another victory, but the big question is, what is that object in your hands?
Sigma: Jesse, I thought you were smart enough to figure out what it is. You can tell that numbskull of a partner of yours that this isn’t a cane or a walking stick because I’m not some broke-down has been like others trying to get into the EWT. This device Jesse is an equalizer to Coach O’Hare’s Hurley. If they want to fight dirty, then I’ll do just that. You remember when I was training and when I meditated, I held this object. People might call it a security blanket of some kind. This is actually, *unsheathes the object* my Z-Saber.
(A sick, sadistic look now crosses Sigma’s face.)
Malone, O’Hare, Either one of you gets in my way again in my matches, or if the rest of your 4-some try to get into my affairs, you can be prepared to lose a lot of blood. Playtime is over, and now it’s deadly serious. As it has been written in the book of life, Sigma shall stand tall, and the others will simply fall. That’s all I have to say.
Jesse Ventura: (a little bewildered) that’s something completely different. I’ve known Sigma to be serious, but not deadly serious. I smell bad intentions here. We need to break so I can plug the DVD release of Predator and The Running Man. Hey, if John Cena can do it for the Marine, so can I.
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Post by pta on Nov 19, 2007 22:27:11 GMT -5
As we cut to the inside the ring, we see a familiar face standing inside the ring, spectacles on his face, which he quickly removes, storing them in a case, as he becomes quite focused on the ring, the man known as Principal Pain ready to embark on his first chance to regain his paycheck, being a referee. The crowd is mostly bored, as somehow they seem to know this next match isn't worth watching.
Announcer: The following debut match is scheduled for one fall!
Hacksaw Jim Duggan's theme starts playing as the first man walks out, eager to suceed in his first chance at the EWT, donning a American flag styled singlet, red glasses, blue leather pants, white boots that look more suited to a woman, as he brushes back his long bright red hair, hoisting up a clearly rubber 2x4 high into the hair, looking like a very horrible version of the guy he got his music from.
Announcer: Introducing first, from The Good Ol USA, weighing in at 298 pounds, "Tough Guy" Gary Deed!
Gary steps into the ring, almost tripping as he does so, as Pain glances over, giving a rather annoyed look at this rookie. Deed eventually makes his way inside, waving his rubber wood around for all to see, flashing a thumbs up, as the crowd gives the Conwayest Pop ever popped. Gary ignores this, walking over to his side of the ring, almost tripping as he does so. As he does so, Planet Earth by Duran Duran starts up, the crowd turning towards the entrance, as a huge balding almost round looking man stumbles awkwardly down the rampway, clad in an odd pale green bodysuit, with splashes of red all over it, the man resembling some kind of human globe almost. Pain looks in horror at this obese nightmare, who climbs up the stairs, looking to be already blown up, as he pants slightly, before stepping over the ropes to an even bigger Johnny Parisesque Pop.
Announcer: And the opponent, from... himself, weighing in at... 50 Billion Tons, "The Planet" Jumbo Mass!
Jumbo slowly enters the ring, glaring down at Gary, who looks back, putting on the fakest tough guy look possible, as he sticks his tongue out and flashes a thumbs down. Most of the crowd seems to have left to grab some snacks.Pain walks over, proceeding to check Gary for any hidden weapons, patting him down, searching his ridiculous attire, then grabbing his rubber 2x4, looking at it, then handing it right back, since that can't possibly count as a weapon. He then walks over to Jumob, then gasps for air, as this man apparently doesn't shower. He grimaces, now searching the spherical looking man, even searching the folds of his fat, before finding him clean as well, stepping back and calling for the bell!
The two man charge at each other, quite slowly, as they lock up, then go into a headlock, a terribly botched one, as Mass doesn't even have his arm around Gary's neck, who just looks there confused. The Planet soon realizes this, as he fixes the problem, starting to crank on the head. Gary runs back, sending Mass walking slowly towards the ropes, then slowly back as he bounces off, missing a shoulder block as Gary bends over to adjust his boots. Pain looks on in utter disgust, as Mass stumbles forward, Gary quickly selling the lack of contact like a gunshot, a few boos scattering the arena now. As Mass picks him up by the... elbow, he delivers a delivers of clubs to the back, swinging with all the speed of an iceberg, as Gary gasps, clutching his leg for some reason. Mass eventually knocks Gary down, falling atop him for a cover. 1.....2.....
Gary doesn't get the shoulder up in time, forcing Pain to cover, declaring this was a two and half count. Mass looks over, as he tugs Deed back up, barely scooping him up, then dropping him onto the mat, as he looks down, confused. He picks Gary back up, as the boos slowly grow more noticable, scooping him up again and this time managing a horrid scoop slam. He walks to the ropes, coming off again, looking for an elbow drop, Gary rolling right into Mass's legs, Mass selling this by falling flat on his.... body! Pain shakes his head again, as Gary hops atop for the cover. 1.....2.... Mass powers out, but Gary goes straight up into the air, landing right back atop. He quickly covers again. 1....2....
Mass powers out again, as he looks on in annoyance, as Gary hits the mat, slowly rising back up, as Mass follows, charging for a clothesline, which Gary no sells for some reason, delivering a clothesline right back, Mass also no selling in reply. The crowd booing has begun to grow even louder, as they start chanting "This Match Sucks!" The two don't seem to notice, as they continue no selling clotheslines for a bit, Pain just watching this in utter disbelief. Mass walks back again, charging full speed, as Gary looks to trip him up, but Mass accidentally steps on Gary's foot, causing him to jump up and down in pain, clutching it. The crowd is starting to grow even more angry, as Mass looks on, laughing and totally breaking character, as Gary gets back on both feet, charging and trying to tackle Mass to the ground, but failing miserably, as he misses completely. Jumbo covers once again, putting a foot atop Gary's back, then realizing something, flipping him over then putting a foot on his stomach. Pain groans, making a count. 1....2.... Gary simply sits up. He grabs Mass by the foot and pushes it back, causing Mass to stumble over, Gary now selling his hip for some reason. He charges and leaps up for a body splash, making a cover... as the crowd has begun throwing stuff into the ring. Pain dodges it, as he counts the pin. 1....2....
No... unfortunately Jumbo kicks out. He slowly sits up, as Gary reaches down, clinching on a sleeper... around Mass's head, which he of course no sells. Mass just sits there, arms folded, as Gary looks over, rather pissed at this, as he keeps cranking on the head, the crowd pelting the ring even more still. Eventually Mass stands up, as Gary tries to hold on, the huge man elbowing his way out with ease, as Gary stumbles back, Mass charging, then slipping on the wet ring, falling flat on his back.Gary looks down, then grins, running over, but slipping on the same damn spill, landing right next to Mass... as Pain can't take in anymore, doing a quick double count out, causing both men to lose. The announcer looks totally mystified at this finish, but going along with it.
Announcer: Ladies and Gentlemen... this match is a DRAW!
Pain is seething, as he quickly yanks Gary up now, delivering a brutally stiff chop to the chest, sending him stumbling back in pain, eyes wide. Pain chops away further, eventually backing him into the corner, as he now starts punching away at his face, beating the holy hell out of this guy, who quickly drops to the bottom of the turnbuckle, guarding his face desperately! Pain continues beating away on Deed, absolutely furious, as he reaches down, ripping off his top, then chopping even harder, making a bright red welt on his chest as he starts whincing in pain. Pain then backs up, tugging up Jumbo by the head then unleashing an equally brutal series of chops to the chest, as he drops on both knees, tearing up from this intense beating. The principal keeps unleashing more brutal chops, then tearing open the top of the fatty's bodysuit, beating even harder on him, also punching at his face as well, Mass eventually falling flat on his back, a big bloody nose on his face, as Pain leaps atop, continuing to beat down the rookie, as eventually EWT security swoops in, pulling Pain off, who starts wriggling like mad, trying to escape, yelling out obscenities.
Pain: THESE UNTALENTED SLUGS ARE THE WORST WRESTLERS I'VE EVER SEEN! THEY DESERVE TO GET THEIR UNTALENTED ASSES BEATEN!!! MY DAMN PINKY FINGER HAS MORE TALENT THEN BOTH OF THEM COMBINED!!!
Eventually security drags Pain out of the ring and backstage, as he tears open his referee shirt, definitely wanting to continue to deliver this brutal beating for such a horrible match, as the crowd cheers the principal for a rare occassion. We abruptly cut to a Juri Sadamoto Video Package.
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