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Post by The Bad Man on Nov 20, 2007 8:42:33 GMT -5
Straight from the latest Amphitheatre EWT DVD release it's a special bonus match at the Survival of the Fittest PPV ... Originally not shown as it was too graphic, but now can be seen in all it's gory .... I mean gloryWe are at ringside and Sum Guy is on announcing duty, while Jim Ross and The Brain are at the commentary table.SUM GUY: Ladies and gentlemen it is now time for the long awaited anything goes hardcore match between two goliaths of our industry! On that opening, a resounding ‘BIG’ can be heard followed by some generic metal type music.SUM GUY: Introducing first … he hails from Bad Axe, Michigan … he weighs in at 411lbs … He is Mr. Big! On that out walks the smartly dressed 7ft 3 friend and bodyguard of Curly Long. He heads to the ring and enters by walking over the top rope and raises a hand to the fans. They give him a cheer as he cracks his knuckles and watches the entrance way for his opponent.SUM GUY: His opponent … he hails from a land of nightmares … and weighs in at a staggering 510lbs … he is … The Bad Man!! As Sum Guy finishes the lights change to a murky orange and we hear the impending doom that this music conjures up. The crowd boos as the figure of the Bad Man appears through the gloom. His physique still conjures images that would give daytime TV hundreds of complaints. He walks to the ring climbs the steps and enters the ring.JIM ROSS: Hello everyone I’m good ol’JR and tonight I’m alongside Bobby ‘The Brain’ Heenan. HEENAN: Ross, you do your job and I’ll try and get us through the match with some sense of coherence. These two big men are no strangers to each other, but this is surely the Bad Man’s time to shine. The man is a living weapon who needs pain to breathe. JR: Well we are underway and will have to see if The Bad Man is indeed as Bad as they say. HEENAN: He is Ross, just watch. Bell RingsIn the ring and the two men have wasted little time and have charged forward and are already throwing big rights. Neither man seemingly affected they tie up and head to the side ropes. The referee dwarfed by the two men tries to break things up to regain some order which allows The bad Man to jab Mr. Big in the eye with one of his podgy fingers. As Mr. Big clutches his eye, the Bad Man gives a slimy grin and kicks Mr. Big in the gut, followed by a clubbing blow to his back. Mr. Big tries to shake off the assault but he isn’t helped by the Bad Man hitting him with a double overhead chop to the back. the Bad Man clamps down on the shoulder looking for some sort of nerve hold but Mr. Big finally finds away out and catches Bad in the back of the head with a hard elbow. The Bad Man staggers a little as Mr. Big now comes at him with some good old fashioned rights. The Bad Man a bit worse for wear form the blows tries to use the ropes to support himself only for Mr. Big to clothesline him over the top rope! the crowd cheersThe Bad Man however shows surprising agility and stays standing and grabs Mr. Big’s feet and pulls him out of the ring. The referee has no choice but to follow as this is hardcore rules. The Bad Man attempts to slam Big’s head into the apron, but Big is having none of it and elbows him off. Bad comes back but Big greets him with a standing big boot to the face. The Bad Man almost collapses from the shot clearly stunned but still doesn’t go down. Big helps solve this solution by cracking a clothesline across his face! JR: By Gawwd, what a lariat! Heenan: He’ll need more than that to stop this Bad Man. Mr. Big has knocked the Bad Man down and starts to look under the ring for a weapon, he pulls out what looks like a metal pole, but before he can do anything he is shoulder charged by the Bad Man right into the ring post. Big clutches his back in agony as the Bad Man throws him shoulder first into the guard rail. Bad follows and stomps on Big a few times. Big no slouch when it comes to toughness is soon back on his feet and the two men trade more punches, before Bad knees big in the stomach. Bad then attempts to whip Big into the steel stairs, but big reverse and bad goes flying knees first into the stairs. The crowd cheers, as Big follows Bad around to the commentary table. Bad’s immense size makes his recovery slow which allows Mr. Big to throw around the monitors on the announce table. JR: What the hell are you doing? HEENAN: Don’t argue with this man, there’s no telling what he might do! Mr. Big happy with what he has done takes a monitor and rams it into the back of the now standing Bad Man’s skull. It makes a satisfying clunk noise as Bad tries to use the announce table for support. Big happy with this lifts up the Bad Man and rolls him onto the table, we can see a gash has opened on the back of Bad’s head. Mr. Big elbows Bad in the chest and then points to the other commentary table manned by Sum Guy and EWT’s Norwegian broadcast team Erik Pedersen & Bjørn Stromstad. The crowd gets to it’s feet as the 7ft 3 mountain of a man Mr. Big climbs on to the Norwegian announce table with a chair. He stand high above everyone, and his opponent who is still laid out. Mr. Big gives one final signal and then leaps across the tables with an elbow drop and chair. The high-risk move connects and the commentary table collapses in a cloud of dust. The Brain takes a tumble over the guard rail due to the size of the men involved! the crowd begins a holy S***! Chant!Big slowly regains his bearings a puts an arm over Mr. Bad. 1,2,3 … No the Bad Man has kicked out! … Big can’t quite believe it and rolls away to find a weapon. Meanwhile the Bad man also begins to get up, blood trickles through the grooves and dent on his bald head, but it is the disturbing smile that is truly captivating. Big has found a shovel but Bad catches the first swing attempt and headbutts Big in return, who stumbles backwards. As Big tries to recover the Bad Man hefts the metal shovel and grins before licking the blade. He then raises it over Big, no wait! Big throws out a punch to the jaw, causing Bad to drop the shovel. Big takes a hold of the shovel and swings it across the ribs of Bad, the Bad man winces as Big repeats with another shot and then a third! The Bad Man continues to smile though, some may think he’s enjoying this. HEENAN: You see this is what the Bad Man wants! On the last strike The Bad man has got the shovel stuck between his arm and his side blubber, and follows with a martial arts chop to the throat of Big. Big clutches his windpipe as Bad takes the shovel and swings it at Big’s head! It strikes with ferocity knocking Mr. Big into the crowd! The Bad Man hurls the digging tool away and follows after him. Big is somehow still up from that shot, and they brawl through the crowd the cameras struggling to keep up. HEENAN: Where are they going Ross? Can you see them? JR: How should I know? I’m just glad they are keeping away from us! As the crowd follows the action the two behemoths head up the steps, fans are thrilled as the two men continue to whale on each other. They eventually reach an exit door and head backstage.JR: What is happening? … ah we have coverage now …. Backstage and Mr. Bad has Mr. Big in a by the scruff of his shirt as they come through the doors form the arena. Bad shoves big away into some chain mesh on the side of the wall, only for Big to proceed to do the same thing to Bad. Both men are bloody, but unrelenting as Big hammers on Bad some more with some punches. Big tosses Bad through another door and we are in a vending machine room. Big seeing an opportunity here slams Bad’s head into the casing of the machine repeatedly. Bad stops this after a few shots and putting Big in a headlock drives him headfirst into a canned drink machine! Some soda cans fall out from the impact and Bad takes one which he smashes into Big’s bloody head! The crowd is still following this brawl with great interestBig stumbles out of the other doors and out into the foyer. Where they brawl some more, heads, shoulders, and other body parts collide with pillars, posts. They eventually near the exit but Big puts the breaks on the assault and smashes Bad with a hard right hand. Bad felt that blow and Big takes the opportunity to heave up the Bad Man and slam him into the arena floor! JR: I don’t’ believe it! What strength from Mr. Big! Mr. Big covers … 1,2,3 … No the Bad Man has kicked out again! Big and the rest of the world can’t comprehend this, and Big grabs a nearby chair. Big places it between the prone Bad’s head and neck and takes a few steps back … he runs forward and tries a legdrop. NO! Bad has moved to one side and all Big found was cold hard foyer floor. The Bad Man gets up and removes the chair takes Big and hurls him into the public restroom! Fans that thought this was a good match to take a toilet break in, thought wrong! Nearly a ton of wrestler barrels into the urinals as fans head for the hills. Bad smashes Big’s face into a cubicle, only for big to slam him back into a urinal! The camera man gets knocked down in the chaos and we revert to another camera man outside! JR: To our fans at home this match is like a bombsite, but we will call it like we see it! The noise from inside the restroom is loud, until The Bad Man comes tumbling out of the restrooms with a bloody toilet seat around his neck, he heads for the exit way of the arena. Mr. Big follows him out looking more like an A&E victim than a wrestler. Blood and sweat drips off both monstrous men as they continue to fight into the street! Big charges Bad and they plough into the road! Cars blare there horns and a lorry with cargo hits the breaks as the two men go at it! Big takes this moment to climb the lorry which has stopped, he beckons The Bad Man to follow, which he does. The referee and fans can only watch as these two behemoths stand facing off against each other on top of a lorry! HEENAN: Ross, I think this could be about to get ugly. JR: Ugly, what the hell have we been watching for the last 20 minutes? Back on the road and the two men charge, they collide like two giant walruses neither man willing to budge or give an inch. Mr. Big nails a hard left to Bad’s face and then brings an axe handle down on the back of Bad’s head forcing him to his knees. Big roars and holds out his hand ready. Bad raises himself up and big latches his hand across his blubbery foes neck. JIM ROSS: Surely he wouldn’t choke slam him from there? HEENAN: If he does, that’s the last we’ll see of this Bad Man! Big tries to lift, but Bad in desperation kicks Big in the groin! A blatant low blow! Bad looks across the street from high up on the lorry, and as the gore splutters out of a gash in his head he grins the evil smile the fans have come to dread. In one swift movement the Bad Man drives big between his legs and pulls back! Piledriving Mr. Big into the roof of the lorry. The lorry roof dents as Mr. Bad looks at a bleeding messed up Mr. Big and covers. 1,2,3 … Big somehow kicks out of this. Mr. Bad just grins as if he wanted to continue anyway. He jabs Big in the face and is clearly not done as from the folds of his fat he pulls out a knife! JIM ROSS: Somebody stop this!! That man has a knife, I don’t care who is out there, someone get out there and end the dammed match! The Bad Man leans into Mr. Big’s face and begins to cut vertically above the eyebrow! The crowd oohs at this reprehensible act. HEENAN: I think I might be sick! Bad gets as far as the cheek when Mr. Big knocks the knife away and headbutts the Bad Man! Big has a huge deep cut oozing more blood than is safe from the right side of his face! Bad is still recovering from the headbutt, when Big grabs the Bad Man from behind and hurls him off the lorry! JR: BAWWHHH GAWWD He’s Killed him! The Bad Man lands on the back of a pick up truck transporting wood chippings with velocity, which completely collapses under his weight. The Bad man is out, as Mr. Big stands above … He looks at the distance and then in a move that will be replayed again and again he leaps and splashes the Bad Man from the top of the lorry!! The pick up trucks’ suspension collapses from the second impact as the referee makes the count. 1,2,3. The bell rings in the distanceSUM GUY: The winner of the Match … Mr. Big!! JIM ROSS: Never have I seen anything like that Bobby. HEENAN: Off the charts, just off the charts. Back on the road, EMT’s, and others rush to aid both men who are both bleeding and clearly suffering from injuries. The crowd give s a huge cheer mixed with ‘That was awesome as Mr. Big is helped to his feet. The Bad Man remains in the back of the pickup truck barely moving!(Fade Out)
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Post by India's Most Wanted on Nov 21, 2007 2:28:44 GMT -5
"HOLLA...IF YOU HEAR ME!!!"
*The sirens to the Steiener Brothers hits as Scott and Rick make their way out to a good-sized reaction. Scott is, as always, clad in sunglasses and chainmail and Rick is, as always, clad in his leather jacket and ear-protector thing. Both of them make their way to the ring, not wanting to mess around with any thematics; they're here to kick some ass.*
Announcer: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is set for one-fall! Introducing first, from Detroit, Michigan...at a total combined weight of 533 pounds, Scott and Rick, THE STEINERS!!!
*The Steiners enter the ring as Scott poses over Rick.*
*The thumping sound of Rudra hits as IMW, India's Most Wanted, make their way to the entranceramp! Kuresh Harishandra has a microphone in hand...*
Announcer: Their opponents, from Siliguri and Ludhiana, India...at a total combined weight of 499 pounds..."Wild Tiger", Kuresh Harishandra, "Punjabi Rajah", Jayant Monsoon...INDIA'S MOST WANTED!!!!
*Harishandra gets on the stick as soon as their introductions are over...*
Harishandra: Now then...Steiner Brothers, I've said it before, I'll say it again...NOBODY is going to get in our way as we dominate the tag division...not you, not those chumps the Celts in Kilts, and most assuredly not Rated X!!!
*The crowd boo this, and chant "RATED X!" in protest of Harishandra's words. Monsoon downs a Cobra Beer whilst chuckling.*
Harishandra: That's right...WE are the guiding light of EWT's tag division here...and nobody is going to stop that! At Seasons Beatings, everyone will see, just what the Wild Tiger and the Punjabi Rajah are made of!!!
Monsoon: (takes the mic) That's right!!! Steiners, Rated X...SORRY...'bout your bad Karma!!
*IMW rush the ring and are immediately beat down by the ready Steiner Brothers, who stomp down at them. Scott takes Harishandra, and chucks him out of the ring as Monsoon stumbles to his feet. Rick prepares himself...before charging Monsoon with a Steiner-Line...Monsoon ducks! Rick looks confused as Monsoon applies a gutwrench...Cobra 0.0%!!!!! Rick lands on his face as Monsoon kips up, and appeals to the crowd, who chant "RAJAH SUCKS!!!" at him. Jayant Monsoon takes another beer from his trenchcoat, and takes a swig before spitting a load into Scott Steiner's face on the apron! Scott, furious, tries to enter the ring as he is held back by the referee...Harishandra is in the ring! Jayant Monsoon holds Rick Steiner back in a double underhook as Kuresh Harishandra prepares himself...Monsoon shoves Rick Steiner as Harishandra hits an enziguri! Rick falls to the mat as Harishandra drops down to apply the Tiger Tamer whilst Monsoon runs the ropes, coming back with a front dropkick to the gut of the downed Dog-Faced Gremlin!!!*
*The referee finally diverts his attention away from Scott Steiner as Harishandra makes his way out of the ring to the apron. Monsoon takes the head of Rick Steiner, and drags him to the apron, tagging in Harishandra to make the Wild Tiger's entry legal. Kuresh enters, and hits a headbutt to the Dog Faced Gremlin, stunning Rick and doubling him up. Harishandra then takes the doubled up Steiner, and lifts him high for the Bengali Bomb...Rick counters, and lands on his feet, hitting a headbutt of his own to Harishandra!!!! Monsoon enters to protect his tag partner...and is hit with another headbutt from Rick Steiner!! Both members of IMW get to their feet by the apron, holding onto each other for stability...as Rick Steiner charges at them with a double clothesline, sending them out of the ring!!!*
*The crowd chant "LETS GO, STEINERS!" as the Wild Tiger and the Punjabi Rajah try to get to their feet. Monsoon stumbles up as Scott Steiner approaches him from behind...Monsoon moves back...and realises someone's there....he reaches over his shoulder...and taps the face of Scott Steiner, making an "Oh, ****" look on his face. Monsoon reluctantly turns...and is immediately hit with a belly-to-belly suplex from Scott Steiner!!! Monsoon hits the outside concrete hard, arching his back up! Steiner celebrates, chanting "HEH? WHO DA MAN!"...only to have Harishandra come from behind with a club to the back...Steiner shakes this off, however, and turns to menacingly glare at the Wild Tiger...Rick reaches over the top rope, and grabs the hair of Harishandra, dragging him up to the ring apron! Steiner applies a suplex, bringing Harishandra into the ring!*
*The Wild Tiger tries to get to his feet, just as Rick Steiner stalks him, hitting a powerslam!!! Rick goes for the cover!!*
1, 2...
*Kuresh Harishandra kicks out! Rick slaps the mat in frustration, and goes over to the apron to tag in...NO! Harishandra trips Rick Steiner, and then applies a single-leg grapevine!! Rick tries to get out of it...but Harishandra rolls Rick over to the side of the ring...as Monsoon scales the ring, hopping over to hit a gullotine leg drop onto the neck of Rick Steiner!! Harishandra releases the grapevine, and makes a figure 4 out of Steiner's limbs, flipping over for a cover!*
1, 2...
*Rick kicks out once more!! Harishandra looks to Monsoon, and makes a slight "*click* Doomsday!" gesture. Monsoon nods, and picks up the prone Dog-Faced Gremlin, applying a Tazzmission as Harishandra runs the ropes for the lariat...Rick ducks...Monsoon gets hit with the lariat!!!! Harishandra looks down in shock as Rick rushes to the apron, tagging in Scott!!!! Harishanda gets hit with a belly-to-belly!! Kuresh tries to get up...and gets nailed with another belly-to-belly!!! Steiner then drops the elbow...and does press-ups over Harishandra's prone body!!! Monsoon goes over and stomps at Scott Steiner...but Steiner gets up immediately, and looks down at Jayant Monsoon!! Monsoon backs off...but Steiner pursues him, grabbing hold of him and hitting a spinning side belly-to-belly!!!*
*Monsoon moves out of the ring as Scott Steiner stalks Kuresh Harishandra, grabbing at his hair and lifting him up to his shoulders, indicating to his brother Rick...Rick climbs to the turnbuckle...but Monsoon is back, shaking the ring apron and causing Rick to crotch himself!! With this distraction, Harishandra falls off the shoulders of Scott Steiner, and rakes the eyes, running the ropes and hitting the TIGER STRIKE!!!! Steiner is flattened by this as Harishandra goes for the cover!*
1, 2, 3!!!
Winners: India's Most Wanted!!!
*IMW quickly move out of the ring before Rick Steiner can administer punishment! Monsoon laughs, pulling out another beer as Kuresh Harishandra takes the camera, leering at it...*
Harishandra: YOU SEE THAT, RATED X?? YOU'RE NEXT!! YOU'RE NEXT!! NO-ONE CAN STOP US!!!
*IMW make their way to the back whilst Rick looks on at his stunned brother.*
*Fade to a commercial.*
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Post by BoilerRoomBrawler on Nov 21, 2007 14:56:39 GMT -5
*Back from Commercial*
*Titantron plays Video Package*
You've Seen The Best
*Footage of Bret Hart delivering the Sharpshooter*
You've Seen Phenomenal
*Footage of A.J. Styles delivering The Styles Clash*
But Prepare Yourself For Something More...
*Door opens with a fat silhouette surrounded by white light, casting a shadow over a black void*
Something... Phenomenaler!
*End Video Package*
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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 23, 2007 2:16:36 GMT -5
*We go backstage where Crash Johannson is chilling in the locker room area.*
Crash: "Pfft. Spyke's old locker room. 'Mr. Big Shot' couldn't get anything bigger than this?"
*Crash opens a locker*
Crash: "Good lord, look at all this crap. They didn't even clear out Spyke's belongings before giving me this locker room."
*Crash pulls out Spyke's MP3 player.*
Crash: "Chemical Brothers? Daft Punk? Blecch!"
*Crash throws the MP3 player to the ground and stomps on it.*
Crash: "Swear to God that kid is gay. What else is in here? Ohh..."
*Crash pulls out a Generation Tech t-shirt, which gets a massive pop from the crowd*
Crash: (in a "goody-two-shoes type of voice) "Ohh golly gee willickers! Gen. Tech! Oh boyz! Theyz is so awesome! I just ADORE Limey and Spaz and Spyke. Theyz the bestest team evar in EWT! *hawktooie! Crash spits on the t-shirt and rips it in half* What a joke. Well, since they didn't stock me with toilet paper yet, looks like I'm covered for the night.
*Crash tosses the remains into the bathroom and continues rifling through Spyke's belongings.*
Crash: "Damn! Who are these babes?!"
*Crash pulls out a framed photo of Spyke, Synthy, Juri, and Rachel Leigh Cook at some kind of party.*
Crash: "I may hate the guy, but he's got some FINE taste in women! Hey, this one chick is the OX Division Champion! Man, I'd bag n' tag that. Sittin' there, wearin' nothing but that title... MMM! *looks at photo* I'll be seeing YOU soon. Maybe your Women's Champ friend too.
*Crash drops the photo and looks around.*
Crash: "It has Spyke's stench in here. This place needs to be re-modeled and de-loused."
*sniffs the air*
Crash: "Yecch! And fast!"
*Crash walks off-camera and out of locker room. Fade to commercial.*
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Post by Toom E. Guci on Nov 23, 2007 11:32:39 GMT -5
*Toom E Dangerously comes walking into his office. dorf is sitting there, reading.*
dorf: Dude, Toom's...you should read this book. It's great!!! It has given me some incredible ideas for EWT in the future.
Toom E: Ideas? Oh man....what are you reading?
dorf: Controversy Creates Cash. Dude, this man was a genius!!! Now I see why Eric Bischoff was such a smart, smart man. Think about this. What if we brought Master P in? That was an amazing idea & look at the numbers it did!!
Toom E: I assure you, that would be a bad idea.
dorf: Come on...have I ever done anything wrong yet? My brainchilds have been amazing here. And the numbers? The numbers through the ROOF!!!
Toom E: Look, we're not going to bring Master f***in' P into EWT...do you understand?
dorf: This from the man who used to team with The Wiggles & inducted William Hung into the Hall of Fame.
Toom E: Do you even know where the hell I have been lately? I been over in Iraq with the troops. I been over there hyping the Season's Beatings. But most importantly, I been spending quality time with the troops, talking with them, getting to know them.
dorf: Your point?
Toom E: My point is that a stupid book is not going to tell you what the fans want. Meeting with the fans will tell you what they want. So after talking with the troops, I have decided to add 1 more match to Season's Beatings at the request of the brave men & women over seas.
dorf: I thought we were in agreement not to add anymore?
Toom E: The troops have spoken, so it shall be. Deal with it!
*Toom E walks out as dorf mutters:*
dorf: Oh, it will be all right. I got more ideas from this book anyways & you will LOVE them at Season's Beatings.
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Post by teamireland on Nov 23, 2007 19:45:45 GMT -5
*Squire Dave Taylor & Drew McIntyre stand in the ring awaiting their opponents.*
*The ominous sounding opening strains of "I'm Shipping Up To Boston" start playing & the crowd turns their attention towards the entrance ramp, booing in that general direction as they are aware that at least one member of Team Ireland is about to enter. Their boos are soon justified as Coach O'Hare appears first on the entrance ramp, waving that Hurley of his about. He's followed shortly by Team Ireland's Captain, Aidan Donnelly, holding an Irish Tricolour over his head & shoulders; then his tag-team partner, Sean McCann, clad in a white vest with matching pants & sporting a nifty looking pair of shades. All three are also carrying a bottle of Guinness in one hand, presumably remainders from their celebration with Shane Malone. With all three men assembled at the top of the ramp, they continue on their way to the ring, Aidan tightly clutching his Tricolour all the way.*
Announcer: Introducing the opponents, accompanied by Coach Pat O'Hare,proudly representing their home country of Ireland, at a combined weight of 396lbs, "The Don Juan of Donegal" Sean McCann & Captain Aidan Donnelly... Team Ireland!
*The Green, White & Gold pyro explodes at the top of the ramp, Aidan holds the Tricolour up behind his head, stretching his arms out to their fullest before placing the flag down over his shoulders only. O'Hare also stretches out the Tricolour attached to his Hurley. The Irelanders slip into the ring, heading over to their corner, as they look at each other, perhaps discussing strategy, Aidan & Sean hand their Guinness bottles to O'Hare. Aidan rolls up his Tricolour & places it on the canvas & Sean removes his vest, tossing it out to the audience where some monstrous looking woman catches it, she blows a kiss towards McCann & he shoots a wink in her direction.*
*Aidan cocks his head to the side a little when looking at Drew McIntyre. Then he turns & yells to Sean: "Here, it's only the Scotchy & the Brit we beat the s***e out of in the bar the other week!". As Aidan & Sean yuk it up, McIntyre attacks by elbowing Aidan in the back of the head. Aidan spins right around & clocks Drew with a Spinning Back Fist. Drew reels back & lands against the ropes. Aidan gives him a few more digs & attempts an Irish Whip. McIntyre reverses it & tries to hit a Big Boot on Aidan. Aidan ducks & positions himself behind McIntyre for a Tazzplex. McIntyre gets tossed across the ring & lies, folded up like an accordion near the corner. Aidan quickly tries bringing McIntyre back to his feet & setting up the "Guinness Hangover", but McIntyre fights back & hits Aidan with a few lefts & rights. He whips Aidan to the ropes once more, but this time towards the Team Ireland corner. Sean swiftly makes a blind tag to Aidan. Bouncing off the ropes, Aidan slides under McIntyre's legs as Sean springboards in & dropkicks McIntyre in the chest. Drew rolls towards his own corner & makes the tag to Taylor.*
*Taylor may be the most experienced man in the match, but he's also the slowest, a fact that Sean exploits to very effective use. Sean speeds around Taylor & plants him with a Tornado DDT. Sean then heads to the top & lands on Taylor with a 450 Splash. McIntyre enters to break it up, but is stopped by Aidan. Taylor kicks out anyway & intends to carry out some stretching on Sean. McIntyre & Donnelly continue scrapping in the ring & even carry on brawling outside it. The referee is distracted by all the commotion & Coach O'Hare takes the opportunity to sneak up on the apron & blast Dave Taylor with the Hurley. Taylor is knocked silly, Sean boots the Englishman in the gut & takes him out with the Donegal Drop. O'Hare tells the referee to pay attention to the goings on in the ring, he turns around & sees Taylor laid out with Sean covering him. McIntyre also notices & tries racing back into the ring, but Aidan & O'Hare both intercept the Scotsman by blasting him with a pair of Guinness bottles. Aidan & O'Hare high-five on the outside as the referee counts Sean's cover...*
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*"I'm Shipping Up To Boston" plays once again as Sean celebrates in the ring. He takes Aidan's Tricolour & places it over the prone body of his fallen English foe before pouring the remnants of his Guinness bottle on him. He hands the bottle to O'Hare & Aidan who perform the same action on McIntyre. Sean exits the ring & Coach O'Hare raises the arms of his two proteges as they head back up the ramp laughing.*
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Tiffany
Mike the Goon
Don't ask me. I'm just a girl... aheheh, aheheh...
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Post by Tiffany on Nov 24, 2007 18:39:05 GMT -5
Toni "TG" Garcya:The following contest is a Bra & Panties match! *The horny idiots in the crowd give a cheer.* "TG": The only way to win is to strip your opponent down to her Bra & Panties. *The horny guys cheer again, louder this time, as a few of the fans more appreciative of wrestling boo & roll their eyes.* *"Tablescraps" by Stolen Babies starts to play as the rather odd pair of Madison The Clown Girl and her bodyguard Mr.Bunny make their way towards the ring. Madison shoots off in a sprint and slides into the ring, performing a goofy little twirl before striking a pose. Mr.Bunny props himself in a corner.* "TG" Introducing first, hailing from The Dead Moon Circus, accompanied to the ring by Mr.Bunny, weighing in at 130lbs... MADISON THE CLOWN GIRL! *Madison jumps up & down as Mr. Bunny rubs her shoulders. She cracks her neck & tells him to hold out his palms. She spars with him a little bit, punching at his palms, bobbing & weaving & such... as if that'll help in this match.* "4 - 3 - 2 - 1...
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1 - 2 - 3 - Whooo...""TG": And her opponent, from Los Angeles, California, weighing in at 118lbs... TIFFANY!!! *Tiffany comes out from behind the curtain dressed in a tight white T-shirt that exposes her mid-riff & a pair of denim shorts. She's also sporting a black Louis Vitton handbag & a pair of knee high white boots. She seems as happy as always as she dances down the aisle. No cartwheels this time, though. She enters the ring, placing the handbag at her corner as Madison & Mr. Bunny look on. The two are having a whispered conversation. Tiffany stands in front of Madison & drops down to immediately do the splits. Madison cocks an eyebrow but seems unimpressed. Mr. Bunny leaves the ring as the match begins.* DING-DING! *Tiffany seems to be learning from her previous matches. Rather than dashing in half-cocked & foolhardy, she gingerly circles around Madison, not fully eager to engage the Clown Girl. Madison is more willing to bring an end to this exercise in humiliation. As if facing Tiffany wasn't bad enough, facing her in a match such as this is 10 times worse. Undaunted by the idiot in front of her Madison attempts to actually turn this into a wrestling match. She dropkicks Tiff right in the implants. Tiff stumbles backwards awkwardly & lands on her ass. Madison grudgingly tries to wrestle Tiffany's clothes off her, grabbing at Tiff's tightly stretched top... Tiffany manages to actually pull off a bit of offence from her seated positon as she harshly slaps Madison across the face. Madison recoils at the sheer gall Tiffany just showed. Perhaps this match won't be so bad after all... More than likely, though, it will be. Tiffany charges towards Madison attempting to take her down with a clothesline. Tiffany collides with Madison who simply stands her ground as Tiffany falls on her behind again. The fans give a slight chuckle, then Madison decides to co-operate with Tiff & actually attempt to put on a decent performance. She brings Tiff back to her feet & promptly rips the bimboid's shirt off. Tiffany is suddenly aghast. Now that her bra is exposed she seems to have developed a sudden sense of shyness. She scrambles to cover herself up, but Madison takes advantage of Tiffany's sudden bewilderment to take her down with a Dropsault. Madison begins tugging at Tiff's shorts, but Tiff manages to sweep Madison's legs out from under her. Tiffany, of all people, is doing actual wrestling moves in a match.* *With Madison down, Tiffany advances on her. She starts tugging & pulling at Madison's top, but Madison clutches tight & uses the situation to lock in a front facelock on Tiffany. She drags the blonde bimbo to the ground & wraps her legs around Tiffany's torso, trying to choke her out. Tiffany can't escape the hold & is about ready to pass out. She's tapping out, but, of course, that's no use in a Bra & Panties match. Madison releases the hold & goes to remove Tiffany's shorts. but Tiffany manages to catch Madison with a Drop Toe Hold. Tiffany quickly slips around to the upper part of Madison's body & yanks her shirt right off! The match is now half over for both ladies. Tiffany triumphantly holds Madison's shirt over her head & points & laughs at the Clown Girl. Madison leaps at Tiff & takes her down with a modified Spear. She viciously pounds Tiffany's head off the mat. Tiff rolls over & feebly bashes Madison's head on the mat. The rolling continues until... yes, they roll over the referee & the official is dragged into the fray. After a moment, the Catfight is broken up & the referee looks quite pleased with himself. Well, you would be if you were just in between two women...* *Madison stands with a look of outrage & disgust on her face after realising she participated in a huge Bra & Panties match cliche. She attempts to bring back some wrestling to the match & leaps up on Tiffany's shoulders for a Hurricanrana. Before Madison can do the move, Tiffany wobbles & falls down due to the extra weight on her shoulders. Madison gets back up, but is nursing her neck due to Tiff's horrendous botchery. Tiff gets back on her feet without too much trouble & actually attempts some wrestling with Madison... Oh, dear... She can't quite manage to lift Madison up for a Body Slam, but she gives it her best shot (which still isn't very good). She, rather shockingly, manages to get Madison off her feet, but then sloppily drops her to the mat. The audience boo the terrible attempt at wrestling as Tiff asks Madison very loudly "ARE YOU OKAY?". Tiff looks to the referee who is as bewildered as she is. Tiff stands at Madison's waist, one foot on either side & grabs Madison's legs, she begins pulling Madison's shorts off, but then Madison rolls forward & grabs Tiffany's legs. Madison is now sitting in a position akin to a Victory Roll Pin, she tries pulling off the shorts that Tiffany is wearing, but Tiff rolls through to the side. With Tiffany now on top, she grabs for Madison's shorts again. Madison rolls forward again & makes another grab for Tiff's shorts, but then realises how she's in the middle of another ridiculous Bra & Panties cliche. This sudden epiphany causes Madison to let go of Tiffany.* *Madison seems to have had enough of the sheer ridculousness of the match. No more messing around, she wants to put Tiffany away & out of everyone's misery. She grabs the shirt that was pulled off her earlier & wraps it around Tiffany's throat. The referee starts giving Madison a five count to release the choke on Tiffany. Madison then uses the shirt to launch Tiffany across the ring. The ref admonishes Madison who stands yawning as he tells her off for her behaviour. She makes a nod towards Mr. Bunny who gets up on the ring apron. The ref moves to stop the gigantic Man-Bunny from entering the ring as Madison makes her way over to where Tiff is beginning to get up on her knees. It seems Tiff landed near the handbag she brought to the ring. She's fumbling through the bags contents when Madison grabs her by the hair & drags her up. Tiffany has taken a small make-up compact out of the bag. She opens it & blows a face full of powder in Madison's face. Madison recoils, momentarily blinded. Then Tiff clocks her with the handbag! Madison falls to the mat, knocked out! Whatever's in that bag is heavy! As Madison lies on the mat, Tiffany skips over to the ref & taps him on the shoulder. Then she skips back to Madison's prone form & performs a sexy little dance over the clown girl's body before removing Madison's star-spangled shorts!* DING-DING-DING! "TG": Here is your winner... TIFFANY?! *Tiffany seems as shocked as anyone. The crowd are silent for a moment in the shock that Tiffany actually WON the match, then they start booing mercilessly. Some even throw trash in the ring. Tiffany jumps around excitedly & takes a bow to the crowd. Mr. Bunny enters the ring to check on Madison & Tiffany exits the ring as quickly as she can, taking her handbag with her. Tiffany quickly retreats up the ramp & triumphantly holds the match-winning handbag over her head. She holds the bag off to the side, then tips it upside down. A brick falls out. Tiffany makes a little "Ooops" expression, slings the bag over her shoulder & continues on backstage. Mr. Bunny continues trying to revive Madison in the ring.*
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Post by Toom E. Guci on Nov 25, 2007 11:05:20 GMT -5
*Toom E is walking backstage as he passes his office. He hears voices & looks in for a sec to see dorf on the phone.*
dorf: Yes, yes...everything is finalized. We have no problem with you joining us on the transport plane to Iraq. The troops will LOVE it!!!
*Toom E thinks to himself, "Oh brother."*
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Allegra T.
Mike the Goon
Hey man, life like..doesn't suck.
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Post by Allegra T. on Nov 25, 2007 17:22:50 GMT -5
Camera opens to a backstage area. Blank wall, with a large rainbow’d daisy in the stark center. A long-fingered hand tapers into view, wiggling fingers and waving slightly. The rest of the figure appears, revealing a tall girl with unusual features and a spare use of make-up. Wavy, thick black hair -with frosted pink tips- frame her oddly pretty face. She has laugh lines, and a smile that’s simple but is rather charming.
Girl: Hey EWT people. Listen, my name’s Allegra Tunark. I’m Inuit, Italian, and Latina, I know how to fight… but I prefer to be the brains behind my operations. I’m the girl you can more or less count on to bring you to the highest tier of tag-team awesomeness. Eh, really, I’ll back it up if you honestly don’t believe me. But, listen, I’m not here to brag, just to inform. If there’s a tag team in desperate need of some glory, I’m your girl. There’s no disappointment, ‘cuz I set my standards to zero when it comes to my teams.
I like it like that. The more.. Uh.. Dismal a team is, the more challenge and more fun it is for me to bring’em to greatness. Plus it brings in some shock factor too, and that’s always cool. If any one in EWT want to contact me, I’mmore then likely just going to be chilling backstage as the weeks go on. Hope to see some of the duos, trios, or whatever groups there here in action soon….See you all around!
Allegra winks, and smiles more, an easygoing vibe spread around her as the camera continues.
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Bedlam LadyD
Samurai Cop
Is a WSX Cupcake. BOOOOOOOM!!
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Post by Bedlam LadyD on Nov 25, 2007 19:25:11 GMT -5
Three Days Grace ‘Pain’ vibrates in the background as the camera comes into focus. A sultry, icy voice floats outward.
“Karma, baby. I know even a brain-dead chick like yourself knows just what’s going on with our PPV match-up. Viciousness babe. That’s what we do. We’re not-really-arguably the most hardcore of the division. Sure, Juri’s tough enough to back herself up, and can get entangled with the wire if she wants too…..but you and I are a different breed. We like the pain, ja? We’re masochists….. Well. Actually, this match works better in my favor. Considering you like dishing the pain out as much as I like taking it. Then again, sharing the dishing out of the pain can be fun too…”
Synthy’s face is simply framed by her hair, thick black sunglasses perched on her black and blue nose, and purple lipstick. The camera has been focused on just her face, but now it pans out, and reveals Synthy lounging on a black couch, and the background in blood red. Synthy’s in a white tank that reads EVERY SAINT HAS A PASt and purple leather pants. Black platforms can be seen on her feet. She looks quite …wicked. Synthy swipes a strand of hair from her face and sits up perfectly straight. She rolls her shoulders and neck, letting the pops sit on the tense air. She smiles, and stands up.
“Of course, I’m sure it’ll be your zombie boyfriend who’ll do the responding, right? Seeing as how you have no mind of your own….Let Ghostface say what he will. Let him say I’m not worthy of being champ, nor strong enough to defeat you, the rabid, feral female that you are. Let him demean me, spit abuse at me from beneath his top hat. I’ll watch you by his side or in the background, miniscule compared to the rest of your zombie faction. Let a hiss break your silence. Let a growl, a snarl, a SHRIEK, anything break your quietness, just so I know I’m getting -you- and not your boyfriend as my opponent. Let me know it’s the demon that could pummel me into pulp that I’m going to be facing off against. I welcome aggressive behavior. I welcome psychotics into my life, and if you plan on making the attempt at getting my prize, then I’d better be of the understanding I’m getting your crazy ass in that ring and not your zombie f**k-buddy.
I think my words have been simple enough even for you to understand them. I’ll look forward to your hostile response. And trust me, babe, I want the brutality you can bring.”
Synthy takes of her sunglasses, revealing two completely blood-filled eyes. She looks demented, but glorious because of it. The nuttier side of Synthy has been unleashed. She lets one of her hands rest on her hip, strikes a wicked smile, and turns, revealing the back of her tank to say EVERY SINNER HAS A FUTURE. The camera fades.
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Post by SsnakeBite, the No1 Frenchman on Nov 27, 2007 4:54:44 GMT -5
*We come back from commercial and get in the EWT arena where the crowd sits patiently, only disturbed by some of them who come back from the bathroom or who went to buy hot-dogs, waiting for the arrival of the two women for the next match. And SPEAKING OF these women... Hysteria by Muse hits and "Sexually Suggestive" Ivy Rosepine appears, getting a great reaction from the crowd despite her recent loss and her current physical shape.* Announcer : Ladies and gentlemen the following contest is scheduled for ONE FALL ! Introducing first, from Lille, France, wheighing in at an unrevealed weight and being accompanied at ringside by Mysth, please welcome "Sexually Suggestive" IVYYYY ROSEPIIIIIINE !!! *Ivy makes her way to the ring, taking some sexy poses every now and then while greeting fans. When coming closer to the ring, she notices Julia, her young fan, in the audience, waving at her and Ivy winks at her and smiles, revealing her broken teeth. She gets inside the ring while Mysth places himself next to the squared circle. The French couple talks a bit about the best strategy to win the match, until Gail Kim' s theme blasts, the crowd popping again.* Announcer : Aaaand her opponent... hailing from Tampa, Florida and wheighing in at 125 lbs... GAAAAAIIIIIIL KIIIIIIIIMMM !!! *She makes her way to the ring as well, a smile on her face. She greets crow members as well and slides into the ring. ivy is smiling as she has a lot of respect for this woman.* DING DING *The match is now officially under way ! Ivy immediately starts things off... by offering a handshake ?? Well yeah, that' s it. And Kim accepts it as this fairplay act gives them cheers from the crowd. After that, the two women raise their arms and start a test of strength. Kim seems to be getting the upper hand as Ivy is leaning... no ! Ivy rises again and now Gail Kim leans... but she rises as well. They eventually stop the test and start circling each other a bit, before locking up. Ivy grabs Gail Kim for a Side Headlock, but she doesn' t apply the pressure and instead connects with a Running Bulldog. Ivy then grabs Kim' s arm and goes for a Standing Armbar. Ivy manages to keep the hold for a few seconds before Gail grabs Ivy' s leg with her free arm and makes her trip. They both get up and Gail Kim nails Ivy with a Lariat. Right after this, Gail Kim rushes on the downed Ivy and applies a Dragon Sleeper. Mysth being familiar with that move as it is one of the few submission holds he really masters, shouts to Ivy how to break it, but it' s easier said than done and Gail Kim has the hold locked in very tight. Ivy eventually manages to grab Kim' s arm though and pulls it strongly to get it away from her body. She rises and so does Gail Kim. Ivy is trying to take a second breath and Kim uses this moment of inattention to attack Ivy with a Shoulder Block, but Ivy ducks, grabs Kim and hits her with a Powerslam !! She stays over Kim for the cover.* ONE... TWO... KICKOUT *Ivy quickly gets to her feet as Gail slowly makes it opn all four. Ivy grabs Kim' s right arm and pulls her to her feet, then Irish whipping her and hitting her on the rebound with an Enzuigiri to the side of the head ! Ivy then climbs the nearest turnbuckle and strongly hits Kim with a Shooting Star Stomp ! Kim even lets out a little scream as she gets hit. Ivy immediately follows by getting on the apron, clutching the ropes. She does an Ariel-esque pose by leaning against the ropes, making sure to bring her chest out, before blowing a kiss at her boyfriend who smiles proudly. She then turns around and sees Kim on a kneeling position. She leaps and goes for a Springboard Clothesline... but Kim catches her in mid-air and goes for the Toronto Slam !! And she covers !* ONE... TWO... KICKOUT ! *Gail Kim wastes no time and gets up while still grabbing Rosepine and goes for a Suplex, which slams Ivy strongly against the ground. Ivy is lying on the ground and Kim goes to pick her up. But Ivy was playing possum ! She grabs Gail' s arms and locks it under her armpit. With her free arm, Ivy punches Kim in the belly, and a second time, then pulls on the arm that was under her armpit for an Armdrag ! Gail Kim slowly gets up and Ivy sets herself in position for on of her favorite moves... she waits for Kim' s head to be at the right height... just a fewq inches more... and that' s it ! Ivy unleashes a fury of punches ! Kim can' t even realize what' s going on as she' s getting hit with the Painful Truth !! Kim falls on the ground and Ivy does a devil fingers motion to the crowd, who replies by cheering like crazy... especially Julia ! Rosepine picks up Gail Kim and Irish whips her in a corner, pushing her so that she shows her back to the Frenchwoman, who motions again, and she rushes !! It' s the Guêpière !! Wait a second ! Gail Leaps on the turnbuckle just before Ivy can hit her ! Ivy ends in the turnbuckle face first ! She stumbles while Kim signals for her finisher ! The crowd is going wild !! That' s it !! She jumps from the turnbuckle for a Hurracanrana ! She lands right on Ivy' s shoulders, but that' s a dangerous place as Ivy grabs Kim' s thighs and turns around for the IVY BOMB !!!! Mysth is beaming and screams of joy as the crowd starts chanting with a mix of "G-N-D" and "HOLY S*** !!" Ivy gives a thumb up to the crowd before nearly falling on Kim for the cover !* ONE... TWO... THREE !! DING DING DING ! Announcer : Ladies and gentlemen here is your winner... Sexually Suggestive IVY ROSEPINE !! *"Hysteria" hits again and Ivy celebrates and points in Julia' s direction. Before Gail Kim leaves the ring, visibly hurt but still smiling, the two women exchange a respect knuckle. Ivy then turns in Mysth' s direction and asks him to give her a microphone. He goes to the officials and gets one, which he gives to Ivy as her theme song fades away.* Ivy : Thank you ! Thank you everybody ! *The crowd cheers.* Ivy : Now, I' d like to tell you a bit about my recent match at Survival of the Fittest. Well... what can I say ? I' ve been beaten and the one who did it was obviously the strongest one. I can' t help but to admit that there' s nothing I could do against them and I' d like to congratulate them for showing off the skills... *There starts to be some noise in the crowd due to people talking with a shocked expression. They don' t understand Ivy' s behavior.* Ivy : I' d especially like to congratulate you for your last shot which legit KO' d me. I think I' ve never been hit by such a powerful move in my life... well, I must admit... you' re an incredibly tough lady... Wellington Country Club' s Metal Door... *The crowd now starts laughing as they start to understand whet she means.* Ivy : But you see, while YOU were beating me fair and square, I happened to have a match against another woman, a real bitch who wan' t be stopped by anything to get a victory, and whose only thing flatter than her wrestling skills is her body. Well, that and her charisma, her personality, her brain, her... *At this very moment, she is stopped by "Welcome to the fold" and Terina appears, a microphone in hand and almost absurdly smug, smug that she doesn't seem to notice the chorus of boos (and the occasional cheer or whistle) surrounding her. Instead of entering the ring, she simply stays on the stage. And smiles, opening her mouth.* Terina : Wow! I can totally see who’s having her period right about now! Body jokes? Now, let me give you a little lesson in the land of language. If you’re going to insult me, first off, do it right and use something accurate. If this is flat…*pointing towards her chest*…then I guess that you’ve got a decent head on those shoulders too. But no, I don’t think that’s quite right. And secondly, hey, try something original! It really makes things more fun. Now look, the name of that type of match is BEST 2 out of 3 and there's a reason for this, it's because the winner of such a match is obviously the best, the superior, the dominating woman, and I proved this woman is me at Survival of the Fittest. About the door, sure, the door helped set you up for the Torrent which dropped you onto that pretty little head of yours and knocked you out. But it’s not like I didn’t get distracted by the manager for a Superkick and have my head go through a chair. I could go around and compliment the chair for knocking me out and then dish out the same bitchy insults about your body over and over but…then again, I haven’t suffered brain damage like you now have I? Ivy : It would sure be hard for you to suffer brain damage, considering it is quite impossible to damage something that doesn' t exist and speaking of that... thing... you pointed at, I think we just found the only thing FAKE about pro wrestling. *She grins, revealing her missing tooth.* Anyway, I still have to see you defeat me with your own skills, not via interference, not thanks to a man and NOT WITH A GOD DAMN METAL DOOR. But don' t worry, chicky, I' ll give you an opportunity to try and do that. Because at Season' s Beating, we will meet in a Weapon of Choice match ! Now I assume you and the fans are wondering what such a match can be but don' t worry, I will explain it to you in due time. But let' s not rush things, the foreplays are funnier if they last longer, before the act can start ! *The camera focuses on Ivy' s face, then Terina' s, and both women are staring at each other in such a manner that it looks like the arena suddenly frost, then we cut to the next segment.*
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Limey
Unicron
It's been awhile.
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Post by Limey on Nov 30, 2007 2:49:59 GMT -5
"Let me show you what love is...let me show you how to move your body..."
*Candice Michelle makes her way out, performing, as always, her famed Go-Daddy dance as the crowd pop mildly for her.*
Announcer: The following contest is scheduled for ONE-FALL! Introducing first, from Milwaukee, Wisconsin...CANDICE MIIIICHELLE!!!!!
*Candice makes her way into the ring, and takes her entrance gear down to the tune of her techno theme.*
*"Round and Round" hits, and the crowd pop as Carla O Woe makes her way out!!! Carla wastes no time, rushing towards the ring!!!*
Announcer: Her opponent, from Rochester, New Hampshire...CARLA O WOOOOEE!!!!!
*Carla rushes to the ring and slides in, taking off her shades and throwing them into the crowd!! She gets a mad pop as the bell sounds.*
*The match is underway as Carla rushes Candice, hitting a quick armdrag. Candice is sent to the mat as Carla immediately applies an armbar. Candice reaches for the ropes...grabs the bottom rope, forcing Carla to let go. Woe gets to her feet as swiftly as Candice...Carla trips Candice with an arm sweep and goes for a quick cover!*
1, 2...
*Candice bridges out and goes for a clothesline! Carla ducks this, and runs the ropes, leaping to the second rope and springboarding with a flying lariat…Candice drops before Carla can reach her…catching Carla and laying her flat with a neckbreaker! Candice goes for the cover!*
1, 2…
*Carla kicks out, and applies a head-scissors to Candice, bringing her down and getting an armbar…Candice fights back, rolling to her feet and dropping the leg onto Carla’s throat! Carla is down as Candice moves to the turnbuckle, climbing it…Carla is up!! Carla runs to the ropes…and stops short of them as Candice reaches the top of the ropes! Candice breathes a sigh of relief…but it is short lived as Carla springs up and hits an armdrag from the top of the ropes to the floor!!! The face of Go-Daddy clutches at her back, getting to her feet…straight into an enziguri from Carla!!! Carla makes the “IT’S OVER!” sign, and goes over to the downed body of Candice, locking in the DEVIL LOCK…CANDICE TAPS!!!*
Winner: Carla O Woe!!!
*Carla sighs, and then gets to her feet, staring intently at the back. She shoots an intimidating point to the back…referring to Mystery. Carla mouths that Mystery had better “get ready”...*
We fade out…
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Post by SsnakeBite, the No1 Frenchman on Nov 30, 2007 13:01:21 GMT -5
*The camera fades into the EWT arena. "Sexually Suggestive" Ivy Rosepine is standing in the middle of the ring, holding a microphone. "Hysteria" fades away and Ivy raises the microphone to her glossy lips.*
Ivy : Well, good evening everybody, I hope you' re enjoying yourselves, big boys and big girls ! Last time I appeared in this ring, I promised you a special match for Season' s Beating, a Weapon of Choice match. Now I think the foreplays have lasted long enough and you are all hot enough for me to let you know what are the rules of this match.
*Ivy Rosepine pauses a bit, listening to the cheers of the fans who can' t wait to hear what a Weapon of Choice match can be.*
Ivy : Well, first of all, unlike what one could think by hearing such a name, this match isn' t a variation of a Toolshed match, though just like everything I do, It' s gonna be hardcore. *She smiles*
Ivy : Now, more seriously, in a Weapon of Choice match, each competitor picks up a stipulation to win the match a few days before the event takes place. They can chose anything, KO, pinfall, submission, first blood, ... hell, they can even pick bra and panties if they feel like it ! But no matter what you pick, you can only win thanks to the stipulation you chose. For example, if Wrestler A picks first blood, they can only win by making their opponent bleed. Not by pinfall, not by submission, not by KO, ... And if Wrestler B picks, for example, pin fall, then B can only win by pin fall. No submisson, no KO, no first blood. Other than that, since you can only win via the stipulation you chose, the match is no holds barred, so the only stipulation that can' t be chosen is DQ. Also, the falls can only be awarded inside the ring, unless one of the contestants choses a count out stipulation. Last but not least, the two opponents obviously can' t chose the same stipulation.
*There is some noise in the crowd as they start talking about this new type of match.*
Ivy : Well, I hope you will enjoy this match and Terina, I invite you to meet the officials to tell them what you' ve picked. And don' t forget, girl, this match is made to fulfill any of your fantasies, so don' t hesitate to go for some very naughty things, as I am always in favor of trying new things with my partner, as long as it helps me to reach wrestlegasm ! Kisses !
*"Hysteria" blasts as Ivy Rosepine leaves the ring, a smile on her face. The people in the crowd seems interested in this match, but now they are anxiously waiting for the stipulations the two women will chose.*
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Post by xombiehiphop on Nov 30, 2007 14:22:08 GMT -5
Chapter 2: Scream, scream cried the debutante.
"..We like pain? WE? ..You don't know what pain is.."
Within a dimly lit room we find Karma with her back pressed against a wall, a palm rested upon her shoulder. Yellow, demonic eyes able to be seen from behind a few strands of white hair. The pale, purple colored makeup the covers the majority of her features only looks more frightening in the darkness. The black headband atop her head with a bright red rose attached provides a juxtaposition..horror mixed with a small pinch of beauty
"Oh, Synthy, I can talk just fine. ..But words won't help you where we're going.."
A pale, white light begins to grow brighter underneath her, illuminating the surroundings ever so slightly
"I decimated your friends to get my shot at you and understand that I could care less. It was FUN but not much of a thrill. You talk so much of violence as if it's a relative or an old friend..if this is the case..please, please, PLEASE wrap me in the ever warming glow of your violence! Leave me twisted in the ring, bleeding an screaming for more!"
That disturbing grin that has come so associated with Karma begins to grow ever wider across her face
"Because no matter what you've been through in your life, whatever battles you might have waged in the past, they cannot not compare to my own. I've experienced something only those in The Draugr have ever felt!"
The white light finally grows enough to properly light the room. Covered on the walls, ceiling, all around, are pictures of Karma Halaway. Karma's former, blonde, peppy self. The eyes have been crossed out with thick black marker and the photographs themselves are a deep, blood red color
"I've killed myself! I was reborn anew! I am the walking dead! What can you possibly due to me that hasn't already been done?! That I haven't already done to myself?! NOTHING! Isn't it funny that I'm dead and your the one who is decomposing? And when I take your belt at Seasons Beatings your life will be even more meaningless! ISN'T IT JUST INTOXICATING?!"
Karma slinks down against a wall until she is in a sitting position, pounding a fist against the cold floor beneath her.
"..You are SO dead..and you don't even know it yet! ..I'll hold the mirror to your eyes so you can see just how you rot..then SMASH IT OVER YOUR FACE!"
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Post by SsnakeBite, the No1 Frenchman on Dec 1, 2007 17:08:15 GMT -5
*The crowd is pumped up! The few ones that left their seats to go to the bathrooms or the cafeteria quickly come back as they don' t want to miss a match featuring the EWT heavyweight champion, even if they hate him for his behavior and even if it' s a non-title match. What they want is to get a good preview of what is going to happen at Season' s Beating. The quality of this match may change the number of orders for the Pay-Per-View. And Otherworld starts playing as four fireworks explode on the stage. The crowd pops as Mysth appears and spreads his arms to pose for them. *
Announcer : Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Strasbourg, France, weighing in at 218 lbs and being accompanied by "Sexually Suggestive" Ivy Rosepine, he is EWT' s best-kept secret; he is the Darkness In The Light... This... is... MYYYYYYYYSTH !!!!
*Mysth makes his way to the ring, high-fiving fans in the process, as Ivy walks next to him and greets the fans as well. Mysth kisses his girlfriend before clutching the ropes with his arms, looking at the crowd as four new fireworks explode, one at each turnbuckle. He then slides into the ring and climbs a turnbuckle, spreading his arms again. Then, he gets back down and leans against the ropes and talk about some strategies with Ivy Rosepine, before "Testify" by Rage Against The Machines blasts through the speakers and Joe One appears, to a chorus of boos. He doesn't acknowledge these boos and slowly walks toward the ring, his World heavyweight belt around his waist. *
Announcer : And his opponent, hailing from Airstrip One and weighing in at 234 lbs... Representing the stable of the Ministry of Peace, Minipax, he is one of the EWT stable champions AND the EWT World Heavyweight Champion... The Nirvana of Violence, The Notorious 108... JOOOOOEE OOOOOONE !!!!
*Joe One gets inside the ring and gives Mysth a cold glare. He hands his belt to the referee, still staring at Mysth, who gives him the cold glare back. *
DING DING!
*The match is underway but the two men keep on staring at each other for a little while. After a few seconds, One slaps Mysth, a payback from the Megadeth. Mysth replies with a punch, which gets immediately blocked by One, who then kicks Mysth in the belly before performing a Twist Neckbreaker. Joe One picks up Mysth, before getting grabbed by the Frenchman who gets him in a Small Package, but One doesn't let himself get surprised and immediately kicks out of it. Both men get up, Mysth a bit faster as he starts running at One who is still in a kneeled position. He goes for a Shining Wizard but One grabs his leg and hits a Dragon Screw. One keeps hold of the leg and applies a Legbar, only to get kicked right in the face by Mysth, who gets up and runs at One who is clutching his face and hits him with an Elbow Drop to the chest.
Mysth climbs the nearest turnbuckle and waits for One to get up. As soon as the champion does so, Mysth jumps and goes for a Diving Clothesline, only for One to catch him in mid air and hit him with the Special Edition! Joe One goes for an early cover! *
ONE...
KICK OUT!
*Mysth is obviously not the number 1 contender for nothing as he kicked out quickly. Both men get up and Mysth approaches Ivy in order to get some advices. One however doesn' t wait for them to end their talk as he charges at Mysth for a Clothesline but he gets caught with a Back Body Drop! Mysth turns around as Joe One quickly gets up and charges again for another Clothesline. Mysth gets ready to duck, but One was actually feinting and hits a devastating Airstrip Kiss! Mysth is dropped on the floor and One picks him up, settinh gim up for a Pumphandle Michinoku Driver II, but Mysth slides behind Joe One' s back and performs a German Suplex and keeps it for the pin as Ivy congratulates her fiancé! *
ONE...
KICK OUT!
If Mysth isn't number one contender for nothing, Joe One sure isn't the World Heavyweight champion for nothing either. Both men get up and lock up. Mysth grabs One and tries for a Snap Suplex, but One shoves him away and send him in a turnbuckle. He immediately rushes at Mysth and crushes him against the turnbuckle with a shoulder into the guts before htting Mysth with a DDT!
One tries to lock in the First Lightning, by Mysth rolls out and locks in an armbar. One spins his way around and gets his leg on the ropes, forcing Mysth to break the hold. Mysth lands a dropkick on the rising One, putting him on the ropes. Mysth runs back, looking to clothesline him over the ropes, but One drops down and Mysth strikes air. One rolls up Mysth!
One!
Two!
Kickout by Mysth! The two men quickly get up and start to trade chops. Mysth takes the advantage and Irish whips One to the ropes, and Mysth shoulder blocks One. Mysth hits a Powerful Punch, bringing One to the floor. The referee makes notice to Mysth about the use of a closed fist. As One starts to rise, Mysth hits a leg to One’s chest, causing One to once again land on the ropes. Mysth delivers a chop to his chest, causing the audience to shout like an owl. After a few chops, Mysth drags One’s head to the turnbuckle and slams his head into it. One is down!
Mysth picks One back up and grabs his throat! Mystherious Ways!
BUT WAIT! MINIPAX HAS INVADED THE RING! The referee calls for the bell as Indigo, Clay, and the Midnight Mystery attack Mysth! Ivy tries to interfere but Mysth shouts her to stay away, he doesn' t want her to get injured by trying to fight the whole faction. The crowd boos as they take turns striking the Frenchman, using their Stable Championship titles as weapons. The Midnight Mystery picks him up and hits Midnight Madness on the hapless Mysth! Richard Clay picks him up and lands a Killionare Krunch! Indigo thinks about picking Mysth up, but just waves him off to even bigger boos. The EWT Stable Champions pick up One and raise their arms in triumph, as Mysth is on the floor. After One' s arms drop down again, the leader of Minipax asks for a microphone.
One : Well, Mysth, I am saddened to see that thou had to learn the hard way that it is a very big mistake to get in the way of our dominant Ministry of Peace. But I am not entirely convinced that the lesson is learned and understood, so I took the liberty to play the same game as you and I took care of your next match. Therefore, next week, before Season' s Beating, thou shall meet Minipax' s newest member... Vertigo !
*The people in the crowd who aren' t in shock from the announcement boo as "Shout" by Tears for Fear" blasts through the speakers and Minipax leaves and Ivy goes to the ring to check on him and help him to get up and remain relatively steady. And we fade to commercials.*
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Post by crauswell on Dec 1, 2007 18:43:52 GMT -5
We cut to the ring, as Ron Killings as bouncing and heading down to the ring, as the crowd cheers, well... until he's starts rapping anyway.
Killings: What's up?! What's up! What's up?! What's Up!
Announcer: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from...
He doesn't even get to finish as Crauswell rushes him from behind, delivering a brutal lariat from behind, sending him down hard! The furry yanks him up and rolls him into the ring, following in after. He stands over near Killings, who slowly rises into the mat, turning right into a relentless Yakuza Kick, sending him sailing back to the mat. Crauswell stomps over, dropping down and clinching on a Buffalo Sleeper, jerking and yanking at the neck, then tugging Killings back up, turning around and launching him into a Sleeper Suplex! Killings however manages to land on his feet, aiming a kick right at Crauswell's skull, but the furry somehow senses it and yanks him right into a merciless Beak Buster! He drops down and applys the Crossface Gryphon Wing and Killings is tapping out quite quickly after.
Announcer: Here is your winner.... Crauswell!
Crauswell immediately rolls out of the ring, heading to the back, as Flock Off plays in the background, Killings grasping a bit at his neck from this swift and ruthless beatdown.
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Sigma: Current SRW Champ!
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Post by Sigma: Current SRW Champ! on Dec 1, 2007 19:25:33 GMT -5
Sigma is sitting in his dressing room, watching Team Ireland beat Taylor and Mcintyre. He is holding his Z-Saber, just watching and staring holes into McCann's, Donnely's and O'hare's eyes. After watching that match, he recieves a package. Postman: Delivery for Sigma Williams. Sigma: Yes? What is it? Postman: It's a package from Ireland from someone who wants to remain nameless. Sigma: What's in it? Postman: I don't know. I'm not allowed to open boxes. Sigma: Understandable. Here's $10 for the tip. Take a hike. Postman: Thank you Sigma. The postman leaves and Sigma is left with this box. Sigma: What could be inside? Sigma opens up the box and discovers that there is a letter and a tape. Sigma puts in the tape and hits play. He reads the letter while browsing. Sigma: Dear Sigma, I am a fan and live in Ireland. My friends hate me because I root for you instead of Shane Malone. I'm sending you this tape for training purposes. Just one look will give you the edge, just in case you go down. He folds up the letter. Sigma: Ah, so that's how he trains. I see. You are one shady bastard. After 1 hour of footage, the scene changes. Sigma: Now why did it change. He finds another letter. Sigma: Dear Sigma, I'm throwing this in the end of the tape. I thought you might enjoy it. Heehee, She knwos that I enjoy quite a bit of Nigel McGuinness's work. After 1 hour of that, the scene changes again and a familiar face is on it. Sigma: And the rest is something to help out your other senses. (sees who's on screen and what's going on) WHAT!!!!!!! ? *sees cameraman looking* GET OUT!!!! Sigma grabs his Z-Saber and waves it to the cameraman, the cameraman bails.
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Boku AKA Da Green Guy
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Post by Boku AKA Da Green Guy on Dec 2, 2007 12:39:29 GMT -5
*As the camera comes back from commercial, "The Icon" Axel Halaway pulls off his shades to a decent pop as Jobby McJobberston points to them. It would appear that the EWT crew, knowing that Coming Attraction of Productions would practically take forever to get down to the ring. The crowd cheers on Jobby as he struts around the ring one last time. Meanwhile, Axel has taken to tightening his gloves as they wait for their opponents.*
Finkel: Currently in the ring at this time... From Jobstown, NJ & Modesto, CA respectively... Weighting in at 498 lbs... Axel Halaway and Jobby McJobberston... "The Wrestle Posse" Tenacious J & A!
*Jobby and Axel raise their hands high in the air to play to the crowd. But are interrupted as "Young, Dumb, and Ugly" is quickly cut off. The neoned warrior looks disappointed. While Axel, on the other hand, smirks at the expected gall of the two wrestling celebs.*
Finkel: And their opponents....
*Some angelic music plays as the board way singer, Lull Songstra, ascends from below the stage. He holds a mike in his hand but waits for his partner to come out. Apparently he's decided not to go by his theme. After the appearance of the lyrical "legend, them theme switches to Blockbuster, as Tim Cruis walks out from the back, not even giving the Wrestleposse a glance, as he puts his hands in his pockets, seeming a bit annoyed that he has to come out here and face these two jokes... or maybe he's just of the whole wrestling thing by now. He joins Lull and the two simply head down the rampway to the ring, Zed and Cameraguy nowhere to be found this time.*
Lull: WE ARE THE TWO-
Axel: Biggest failures in this entire fed this side of Simon Scurvy.
Lull: WHO?! *He catches an odd look from his good friend.* I MEAN HOW DARE YOU, YOU YOU.... COMMONERS!
Axel: Just get in the ring so we can get this over with. We aren't paid by the hour here.
*Jobby grabs the mike from Axel's hand.*
Jobby: INNNNDDDEEEEEEDDDD!
JBL: I don't know if I hate Jobby or CAP more.
Cole: Well at least Jobby can wrestle?
JBL: But his attire completely ruins any credibility.
*Axel gives him a side look before sighing and look back toward the celebs. Fueled by rage caused by insults he didn't understand, Lull slides in to face off with Axel. Cruis, on the other hand, slowly and carelessly walks to his side of the ring. Axel tries to hide his laughter as he shoos Jobby to his corner. As he turns back, Lull slaps him hard in the face.*
Crowd: OOOOOOOHHHH!
*The referee motions for bell ring to ring to start the match and it does. The "platinum toned" superstar grins happily at his partner, looking for some sort of "job well done" response but gets none as Cruis talking away on his cell phone. Songstra turns back to see a smiling Axel.*
Lull: AAAAHHH!
*Lull covers himself up but Axel eases his nerve and Lull slowly puts his arms down.*
Axel: Nice hit.
Lull: YOU THINK SO?
Axel: No.
SLAM!
JBL: That's how you do it, Maggle!
Cole: If you say so, John!
*Lull falls down hard as Axel holds his right hand up to the crowd for a quick cheer. Halaway stomps down hard on his chest then bends down over him, laying hard lefts & rights into the CAP member's painted face. The referee calls for Axel to break it up. He looks up at the referee.*
Axel: Stop what? *Smashing his left into Lull's face.*
Ref: That!
Axel: This? *Hard right.*
Ref: Yes!
Axel: So you want me to stop? *Vicious left.*
Ref: Exactly!
Axel: When? *Right.*
Ref: NOW OR I'LL DQ YOU!
Axel: Well why didn't you tell me sooner?
JBL: Now that's some wrestling humor that I actually enjoy!
Cole: It's the end of the world!
*He gently stands up then backs off of Lull, who looks pretty worse for wear. Songstra crawls backward, almost crying as he goes to tag Cruis. His movie star counterpart looks less than thrilled to enter the ring but he does so anyway. The Icon shrugs his shoulders and motions to Jobby, which incites the crowd to cheers. With little need to rush, Axel simply walks over and tags in his eager tag team partner. The crowd explodes as Jobby rushes in to face off with the bored Cruis. They give a staredown, or rather Jobby smiles wildly & Cruis looks like he'd rather be in a jacuzzi. Jobby points to the ropes and runs to them only to trip as per usual. Cruis looks on rather confused at the situation, that is if confusion is answering a call from his cell. As the referee tries get Tim off the phone and back to the match, Lull runs on the apron. Out of nowhere, he actually kicks Axel (who is focused on the match) right in the jaw. Halaway falls backward and to ring side. McJobberston, seeing the action take place, looks through the ropes and to his partner. But he too is hit by Lull's surprisingly stiff boot. He falls backwards to the mat. Lull looks excitedly at Cruis who immediately drops his call.*
Cole: It's a trick!
JBL: Trap.
Cole: What?
*Cruis grabs McJobberston's leg and Lull strikes a pose. Then he runs to the ropes and back. Upon reaching back to Jobby, he strikes against Jobby's leg. And it horribly bends.*
Cole: ....oh my god...
JBL: That can't be good.
*Jobby holds his leg, trying not to scream. Hoping not to scare his fans, he rolls over to be face down. The referee checks on him and quickly flashes the "X". Cruis is rather unconcerned while Lull looks down in shock at what he just did. He doesn't shake it until Axel rolls into the ring and chases them both away. He looks back to Jobby, looking incredibly concerned as the EMTs come down to the ring.*
Cole: I don't like to assume but..
JBL: You're not. He's hurt. Bad. Please, let's cut to commercial.
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Curly Long
AC Slater
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Post by Curly Long on Dec 2, 2007 19:59:34 GMT -5
We return to ringside where we catch the final few minutes of Mr. Big versus Lance Hoyt. Some backstage techies will get fired for this poor editing surely!
Lance Hoyt charges forward with the big boot but Mr. Big sidesteps out fo the way as he hold his still injured body from his big match with Mr. Bad a while back. Hoyt turns back and tries a few punches but big shakes off the pain and clobbers Lance with a standing clothesline.
1,2 ...
Hoyt kicks out and rolls to the corner and kicks out at Big who tried to grab him. Hoyt goes up to the 2nd rope and leaps off looking for a high impact forearm which finds the mark knocking Big down!
1,2 ...
Big kicks out and fights his way out of the following headlock Hoyt applied. Lance continues with some more rights but Big isn't in the mood and lashes out with one of his arms for a choke. Hoyt struggles but to no avail as the immense hands crush the air from his neck. Big shakes his head at Hoyt and then plants him with a big chokeslam in the centre of the ring.
1,2,3.
Bell Rings
ANNOUNCER: Your winner ... Mr. Big!
The crowd gives a cheer as Mr. Big thanks the fans before grabbing a microphone.
MR. BIG: You people may have some questions ... such as how am I doing after my brutal match with The so called 'Bad' Man? Well I don't need to tell you that while I'm out here getting pinfalls the Bad Man is still in hospital!
the fans cheer
MR. BIG: I knew you'd like that, You also may be wondering where is the king of crude, that minature main event superstar Curly Long? ... Well he has told me himself that he is formulating a scheme so grand that it will make men cry and women collapse from it's sheer spectacle!
The crowd is unsure whether to cheer this or not, knowing Curly Long's reputation.
MR. BIG: ... I know, I'm worried too ...
The crowd laughs
MR. BIG: The final question you folks may be wondering is what I plan on doing next? ... Well I plan on beating more fools who think they can take the largest, most dominating 7 foot 3 inch tall man to ever set foot in a EWT ring!
the crowd gives another cheer
MR. BIG: And if any title shot should come my way, the I won't hesitate to take it!
Mr. Big throws the mike down as the fans cheer.
(Fade to commercial)
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Square
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Post by Square on Dec 3, 2007 3:36:31 GMT -5
*The lights in the EWT arena go down as the Toomitron starts to play a looped video of blood dripping into a chalice as a voice over, the voice belonging to "The Holy Father" Darren Matthews starts*
The Holy Father: The Eagle and The Lion will bleed for the Sins of EWT. This, my children, will be the start of a new era. The Holy Era
*A spotlight appers shining on a beaten body, dressed up as Andy "The Eagle" Davidson tied to a ring post, and slowly the light grows and shows another beaten body, dressed as John "The Lion" Valentine also tied to a ring post. Suddenly the light switches off again*
THF: Look into the future and see yourselves. The return will be shortlived, but the Era will last forever
*Another spotlight shines again in the centre of the ring as a hooded man is stood in, he slowly takes down the hood to show that he is The Holy Father. He looks at the two beaten bodies and with his right hand pulls out the silver dagger and walks over to "Valentine". He looks at the beaten, and uncounsious, man and with a twisted smile and suddenly drives the dagger into his head causing the blood to flow. After a half minute of this viciousness he turns to "Davidson" and with the blood of "Valentine" dripping of his dagger he cuts into the torso and scars the letters HF into him. Children at ringside are shown crying, grown men almost throwing up and women covering there eyes*
THF: This is the new Era, be prepared to pay for your sins
*"Im Not Jesus" starts as THF walks out of the ring while the dripping blood is still shown on the Toomitron, the last image is Matthews smiling to himself almost laughing at the pain he caused*
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