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Post by chanceconfidence on May 12, 2006 13:03:17 GMT -5
Chance heads backstage, aching in pain as Hoss Matthews walks up to him.
Hoss: Chance! Chance! Are you ok?
Chance looks at Hoss a bit pissed off.
Chance: ... Do I look okay?! Of course I'm not okay... I just got beaten again by a reject Seasame Street Character! And I was so damn close this time too...
Hoss: Well... I guess that you're going to give this up and pursue somebody else now huh?
Chance looks at Hoss and chuckles a bit... then smacks him right upside the head.
Chance: YOU MORON! Of coruse I'm not giving up... until I beat that feathered freak and prove to everyone that CHANCE CONFIDENCE is the greatest wrestler in the world... there is no bloody way I'm gonna stop pursueing that... freak. When I got down with him, I'm gonna rip all those feathers off his body and make PILLOWS!!! Now get out of my sight Matthews!
Chance shoves Matthews down, storming off towards his locker-room apparently... as Hoss looks up, shocked.
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Post by #Classic Hi-Definition X on May 12, 2006 13:36:49 GMT -5
*HBH and Cherry walk up to the match board*
HBH: So, it looks like I got the parasite's brother in a match.
Cherry: And look here. Mike is going up against Gasoline.
HBH: Hmmm, getting my title back might be even easier than I thought. Time to start a new plan.
*HBH and Cherry walk off as we cut to the next segment*
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Post by Banned Member on May 12, 2006 14:35:45 GMT -5
*A phone rings in a darkend room, and for a few moments we can hear some stuff being knocked off a desk, and than a light comes on, and Merc can be seen picking up the phone.*
Merc: Hello....So you came crawling back huh?.......What do you mean I gotta be Outlaw!!! I'm trying to forget about him, and what he does to my head!!!...
*Mercs voice all of a sudden changes to that of a Texas accent.*
OutLaw: Why sure I reckon I can come,and get my suspension lifted. After all I did no harm. It was all that damn Merc's fault!.......So who is it I'm fighting now?...........Ratings who in tarnation is that?!!!!........Oh a rich fella huh?.........Well sure I make it.......and a goodnight to you.
*Outlaw hangs up the phone, and than picks it up again, and dials someone.*
OL: Hey Jillian!!!!....Yes I know it's late, but get your ass in gear! Were going home!!!! Yeeehhaawwww!!!!!
*Outlaw puts down the phone, and than starts hitting himself in the head, and starts screaming.*
OL: Get out of my head Merc!!! This here is my darn match!!!
Merc: You rotten son of a b*** you cost me everything!!! You cost me Trish! Just leave me the hell alone!!!
OL: It's always about that Trish girl with you! When will you learn that she has moved on! Jillian at least is with a winner!! That's more than I can say for you!!!!
*Outlaw than passes out on the floor, and they cut to an ad for the upcoming EWT DVD.*
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Ragnal
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Post by Ragnal on May 12, 2006 16:26:39 GMT -5
*Joe Ragnal and Tanya Flaire are looking down the matchboard.*
JOE: What?! The heck is this? I have to face HBH for the Tri-State title?!
TANYA: So? What's so bad about that?
JOE: I dunno. How about the fact that I still have a beef to settle with Insaneo and Cancy? I mean, granted, I'm getting a shot, yeah, but STILL...
TANYA: Yeah, I don't either.
*Mike walks on screen, the Tri-State title on his shoulder.*
MIKE: Hey, guys.
J&T: Hey.
MIKE: Yo, bro. I heard you're facing HBH?
JOE: Yeah. You're gonna be in my corner, right?
MIKE: Um...look, Joe, it's not that I don't want to. But see, if I do, Bret's gonna gun right after me as I hold onto his belt. And of course, I don't plan to give him his belt back until he gives me a shot at his belt come the next PPV.
JOE: Oh. Well, he's gonna find you sooner or later.
MIKE: True, true. So who's my guy for this week?
JOE: Let's see...huh, looks like Gasoline.
MIKE: Aw, you're kidding me. Is he still upset with what happened in the Royale?
JOE: Guess so.
MIKE: Right, then. I'm gonna get ready. You guys take care.
TANYA: Later.
JOE: Break a quad for me.
MIKE: Will do.
*Mike walks off as we fade out*
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Oak: Certified Jade Hater
Bill S. Preston, Esq.
Edgier than Wayne Brady, Harder than Chinese Arithmetic, and Higher than the ratings for Blade: The Series
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Post by Oak: Certified Jade Hater on May 12, 2006 18:52:02 GMT -5
We cut back to the EWT Hallway as the Third State Warriors are in the ring, looking at the match board.
Michaels: The Spirit Squad?! The F***ing Spirit Squad?
Maverick: What kind of s*** is that?
Bolt: At least I don't have to defend the OX Title this week.
Michaels: Well, yeah, but come on. We could've had the Dudleyz or, Team RECK
Andrews: Who?
Bolt: Edge, Christian, Rhyno, and Kurt Angle.
Andrews: Oh.
Michaels: DX, Los Boriquas, Nation Of Domination, anyone!! But the Spirit Squad, that's low.
Jessica: Well, then it pretty much a guarantee who will win, huh?
Bolt: Yeah, hey wait.
Jessica: What?
Bolt: You don't have a match this week.
Jessica: What? I fought last week against Linda!
Maverick: That was a good match.
Andrews: Yeah.
Jessica: So why am I not on?
Michaels: Hey, why don't you join us against the Spirit Squad Jess?
Bolt: What?!
Maverick: Yeah. That way all of you guys will be there in our last match.
Andrews: Yeah.
Bolt: Dude!!
Andrews: What?
Bolt: That's my wife you're talking about!
Maverick: We didn't say anything f***ed up.
Bolt: But you want her to be in the match with us. She could seriously be injured!
Jessica: Bolt, honey?
Bolt; Yeah?
Jessica: I appreciate your protection, but I can take care of myself. So I'll join you guys against the Squad.
Bolt:.......You sure?
Jessica: Uh-huh. Totally.
Michaels: Alright then! It'll be "The Heartbreaker", "The Dragon Kid", "The Risen One", the best damn OX Champ right now, and the first lady Jessica in action for our final match.
Maverick: This is gonna be awesome.
Andrews: Totally. C'mon, let's get ready.
Bolt: ...Okay. C'mon.
*The Warriors leave the hallway as Sum Guy immediately comes over
Sum: Did I just miss an interviewing opportunity?
Random Stage Hand: Uh-huh.
Sum: Dammit.
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Post by Ultimo Chocula on May 13, 2006 10:38:50 GMT -5
(The "All Jim Elimination Match" featuring Jim Duggan, Jim Brunzell, Jim Powers, Jimmy Snuka, and Hillbilly Jim vs Jim Neidhart, Jimmy Valiant, Jimmy Jam Garvin, Jimmy Yang, and Jimmy Jacobs begins when suddenly the screen goes to snow and blares static. After some moments the picture comes back to find two silhoutted figures in a darkened theater to "The Critic" theme...........again! Up come the lights and there sit Billy and Ultimo in two cushy seats. The music fades and our two heroes address the camera. Oh boy! Billy: "Hello, everyone! Welcome to the second episode of the newest smash hit sensation, The Handsome Boy Modeling School Scouting Report!" UC: "Also known as, Second Place Is The First Loser!" Billy: "This is very true. Before we proceed with this week's show, we thought we should fill you guppies in on the scuttlebutt around Tinsel Town. According to the polls, our program not only had the highest debut ratings of any other program, but we totally KILLED every body in our time slot!" UC: "Stick that in your pipe and smoke it, TBN!" Billy: "That's right! The HBMS is on the rise and there's no ceiling on this! There has been no better time to be a handsome boy! Fame, fortune....." UC: "And the depths of sleaze those things bring!" Billy: "So sit back, marvel in our splendor, and learn a thing or two about what's supposed to pass as threats to our title reign! Speaking of which, that brings us to the subject of this week's show. From the depths of futility to your living rooms comes the biggest joke since the one about the pirate walking into a bar, ladies and jerk offs, we bring to you..................The PTA. Ultimo, what, if anything, can you tell me about the PTA that would be considered interesting?" UC: "Not a whole *BEEP!*ing lot, unfortunatley." (UC turns around and faces the screen behind him, taking the clicker to the slide machine in his hand. He clicks the button and an old broken down school house appears.) UC: "A popular saying among the cultral elite such as ourselves goes thusly. "Those who cannot, teach." For all of you dummies out there I shall explain. It means that if you fail to make it in the world at your skill of choice, be it painting, law, or shoveling horse *BEEP!*, then you become a teacher to fill poor pitiful students full of the rotten knowledge that got you nowhere in life. As the case applies here, Pringles Pane failed to become a professional wrestler. Terrible shame, that. Well.....not really." (*click* the slide now shows an old 30's photo of a dorky looking teacher with crooked glasses and a bow tie sitting at a desk. Behind him is a chalk board with childish doodles of animals on it with labels such as "giraft" and "piggy wiggy".) UC: "After forty solid years curtian jerking the lowest e-feds in bars, fairs, and circus side shows Pane decided to give up the ghost and go back to his alma mater, Brainy-O's University in downtown Snootsville Conneticut, to fill the heads of over priviledged brats with worthless mis information." (*click* the slide now shows a waspy male wearing an asgot and boarding school jacket and swirling a martini.) UC: "Oh yes, the students. How could I forget the students? Seeing as how these snot nosed twerps have been inbred to retardation just to keep the blue blood in the family, they never had much of a shot to begin with. But still, Pane tried in vein to teach English to a bunch of helmets who only knew how to speak Ivy League lockjaw. At the end of the semister, every student had failed as badly as Pane's wrestling career, and that September he was given the pink slip. Speaking of which, I flossed my teeth with a girls' pink slip last night. Sydney I believe her name was. Hotcha! Meanwhile, in old Mother Russia............ (*click* the slide now shows a very ugly little boy wearing a fur hat and large coat. He's got half a frog sticking out of his mouth.) UC: "Oh good lord! (gasps) Sorry folks. That picture scares the bejeebers out of me every time. Anyway, on the other side of the planet a young hill troll named The Counselor was having his own problems. Breathing and blinking, to name two. But even still, he managed to graduate at the top of his class at Lobechevsky's Special School For Li'l Dumbkoffs when he stuck both fists into a cow pie and successfully told his instructors which one smelled the worst. Diploma in filthy hand, the ever stumbling oaf wandered around the country side looking for...............who knows what? Nobody can predict what goes through that guy's pea brain. Then one fateful day while he was chasing a cabbage The Counselor walked into a place that would change his life forever." (*click* the slide now shows a Chernobyl in full on melt down mode) UC: "Yep, he walked right into a massive dose of radiation! That's our boy! His every pore soaked up the fall out from one of the biggest disasters in history, creating another disaster if you think about it. Growing freakishly large and super powerful, although still dumb and even uglier, the big goof decided to catch the next boat to the USA to ply his trade in infecting other people with cancer. Shortly after his arrival he met his future tag team partner Pringles at a bar, by this point letting patrons bash him over the head with out dated history books for a dollar a pop. After a long night of one guy talking and the other grunting, Pringles decided to ride on his new plow horse to the top of the wrestling business." (*click* the slide now shows the PTA as they are now.) UC: "Soon enough, The PETA were here at the EWT, giving fans a new definition of the term "piss break". With an ever rotating roster of members who join, quickly grow bored, then leave the group, Pringles and The Counselor plug away, hoping to become famous enough that someday they will get the title shot against us that will no doubt end in a squash with us on top, as usual." (UC turns and faces the camera.) UC: "Now on to Billy for his in depth annalysis of how the PETA operate. Take 'er away!" Billy: "Thanks, Ultimo. Well, lets take a look at these two dumb animals that even Pamela Anderson wouldn't jump out of a limo to save. The P.T.A.'s have about as much wrestling skill as a couple of quadropelegic apes. None the less, they've found their way into the E.W.T., so we've gotta classify their style somehow. Basicly, the P.T.A. falls into the category of hardcore wrestling." (Billy holds up a tag-board sign with the words "HARDCORE WRESTLING" written across the front of it in red letters.) Billy: "For those of you who aren't familiar with hardcore wrestling, allow me to explain to you the concept of this unique style. Hardcore wrestling involves two or more wrestlers routinely bringing a variety of items into the ring during a wrestling match. These items, often referred to as "toys" can include anything from pieces of furniture, to power tools, to street signs, to musical instruments, to just about anything else that you can possibly imagine. Once inside the ring, these "toys" are used by the idiots... I mean, wrestlers... to beat the holy hell out of one another. For this reason, hardcore wrestling is often referred to as GARBAGE wrestling...." (Billy flips his tagboard sign over. In red letters on the other side, it reads HARDCORE = GARBAGE.) Billy: ".... and because its referred to as GARBAGE wrestling, its pretty easy to see why the P.T.A.'s style belongs in this category. Anyways, enough with the definitions and details. The real proof of how bad this team is is in the pudding. And the pudding consists of the footage I have to show you of them. Ultimo Choucla, would you please roll that beautiful bean footage? (Ultimo reaches over and grabs his remote controll. He flips a switch, and the VCR starts rolling. Immediately off the bat, we are treated to an old clip from the 60's of some teacher taking a ruler to a child's bottom.) Billy: "Well, here's are first clip of the P.T.A. in the ring. There's Princess Pain utilizing his hardcore style on a recent opponent. Notice how he simply repeats the same action over and over, again? That's because this is the only move he knows! It should also be noted that the P.T.A. ended up losing the match we're seeing, here. Personally, when you lose a match to a couple of 10-year-olds who ride the SHORT BUS to school, I think that's a sign to hang it up. Apparently, its happened so often to Pain and Canceller, they think its just part of the routine. Oh well. Onto the next clip." (The next clip starts rolling, and we see some news footage of a whale that's been stranded on a beach.) Billy: "Here's some in-ring footage of Canceller going for a pin on an opponent. In an incredibly rare occurance, Canceller won the match, but it took 25 minutes to finally get him off of the canvas. All the while, his opponent was trapped underneith him, struggling to survive. Finally, some stage hands were able to contact a construction company and borrow a crane so they could get Canceller on his feet, again. Unfortunately for his opponent, this was too little, too late. The poor bastard succummed to the effects of being sufforcated under a mountain of blubber." (Ultimo Chocula suddenly starts weeping, and grabs a Kleenix to dry his eyes.) UC: "Poor Shane Douglas. Why did he have to go so soon?!" Billy (looking over at his partner): "Ultimo! I'm sorry! I didn't know you were friends with Shane?" (Ultimo stops sobbing, abruptly.) UC : "Friends? Are you kidding?! I hated that shmuck! But he owed me $50 off a bet we made on last year's Super Bowl. (Chocula goes back to sobbing, loudly) Oh, God! How am I ever going to collect that money from him, now?" Billy: "Aw, don't worry. You'll get over it." (Chocula stops sobbing, immediately. He tosses the Kleenix over his shoulder and gets a big smile on his face.) UC: "Yeah, you're right. OK, I'm over it." Billy: "See what I mean? Let's get back to the P.T.A. Here's a clip of Pain making his ring entrance." (Footage starts rolling of the legendary "Bigfoot" video, which shows a black, hairy, ape-like thing walking through the woods.) Billy: "Pretty impressive, huh? No? Well, I can't say I'm suprised. Let's move on to something else. How about we take a look at the P.T.A. in tag-team action? Here's the P.T.A. taking on a couple of top notch opponents?" (The footage cuts to a clip of four kids wearing inflatable Sumo Wrestler costumes, bouncing off of each other. The kids laugh and waddle back and forth in their costumes.) Billy: "Here we go! Look at 'em go! I think they're facing Men on a Mission, here!" (As the footage continues, one of the kids gets bumped and falls backwards. Another kid starts starts backing up towards the one on the ground.) Billy: "Wait! Canceller! Watch out for Princess Pain!" (The second kid suddenly gets bumped backwards by a playmate and ends up falling on top of the first kid.) Billy (pretending to be upset): "Oh, no! Canceller accidently took out his own partner! What a shame! What's even more distressing is that this happens to them during pretty much every match. Well, so much for their in-ring talents.... or lack there of. Let's take a look at the P.T.A. backstage, instead? Here's Canceller having himself a snack at the arena cafeteria." (The footage switches to a large hog eating from its trough. Its head is shoved all the way into the trough as it greedily laps up as much slop as it can.) Billy: "And here's his partner, Princess Pain, getting a drink." (The footage cuts to a shot of a dog drinking out of a toilet.) Billy: "And that's about enough of that." UC: "Wow, Billy! So, if you had to describe in one word what its like to actually WATCH the P.T.A. in a wrestling ring, what word would you use?" Billy: "Well, a lot of words cross my mind. Excrusiating, disappointing, and nausiating just to name a few. But I think the word that best describes watching these two in the ring would be BORING! I practially had to prop my eyelids open with a couple of toothpick to make sure I stayed awake." UC: "Really? That bad, huh!" Billy: "That bad, indeed. But there is an up-side. UC: "And what would that be?" Billy: "The American Medical Association is now considering using P.T.A. matches as a safe method of artificially inducing patients into comas." UC: "THAT figures! OK, its time for the grades." Billy: "Why don't you go first, this week, Ultimo. UC: "Gladly! I give The PETA a splap in the face with a wacky wall walker!" (UC grabs a small rubber octopus toy from his jacket and dips it in water. He then turns and throws it at the screen behind him, hitting Principal Pain's picture right between the eyes. Both Billy and UC watch the walker slowly work it's way down the screen leaving a damp water trail behind it. It finally lands on the floor and they both turn back toward the camera.) UC: "Billy, how about you. I hear you've got a new grading system since your last one failed you?" Billy: "Yep. I plan on ranking our subjects on a 5-star scale, with 5 being the highest rank possible." UC: "I see. So how many stars did you give the P.T.A.?" Billy: "Zero! I didn't give them any stars at all, Ultimo. I WILL, however, give them a moon!" (With that, Billy stands up, undoes his pants, turns around, and moons the camera. He stays like that for about 4 seconds before pulling his pants back up and sitting down, again.) UC (laughing): "I think they deserved that." Billy: "I'd take a s*** on them, too, if I didn't think it would improve their looks. At any rate, that's our show. Join us next week when we'll take a look at another second-rate squad from the E.W.T.'s tag-team division. Until then, I'm Billy Ubermark.... UC: "And I'm Ultimo Chocula, saying goodnight, and tell your mom to quit calling me because I'm not interested in banging her fat ass two nights in a row." (With that, the lights dim in the studio and the credits start to roll.) CREDITS:
HOSTS: Ultimo Chocula & Billy "The Virgin" Ubermark
PRODUCERS: Ultimo Chocula & Billy "The Virgin" Ubermark
EXECUTIVE PRODUCER: Miss Moniqua Monticore
CO-EXECUTIVE PRODUCER: Fru-Fru
WARDROBE PROVIDED BY: What?! This stuff's so expensive, you're lucky we don't charge you to look at it. So why bother telling you? You'll never be able to afford it.
FEMALE "ESCORTS" FOR MR. CHOCULA PROVIDED BY: His own suave charm and good looks.
PORNOGRAPHIC VIDEOS FOR MR. UBERMARK PROVIDED BY: A VCR and endless hours spent ordering shows off the LUST Network!
GUESTS OF THIS PROGRAM STAYED AT: The Park on 3rd Avenue and Walker Street (the most comfortable park benches in town.)
PROMOTIONAL CONSIDERATION WAS PAYED FOR BY THE FOLLOWING:
ANNOUNCER: Kids love Bobo the Clown and his dancing bear!
(Image of kids at a party watching Bobo bark orders at his bear. The bear stands up and dances around, and the kids shout with joy.)
ANNOUNCER: If you've got a little one who's having a party, call Bobo the Clown. He and his dancing bear will be sure to provide hours of entertainment. Just listen to Bobo, himself.
(The scene cuts to Bobo the Clown. He's lying on the ground with blood running from his forehead, and one eye missing. His clown costume is covered in blood. On top of him is the bear, with a very pissed off look on its face. It lets out a huge growl, raises its paw, and then takes another swipe at Bobo's face. Blood splatters everywhere, and the camera quickly cuts away.)
ANNOUNCER (audibly shaken): That's uh.... That's.... Uh.. Uh.... Oh skip it! Someone call 9-1-1!
(The scene cuts back to the empty, darkened studio, and then fades to black.)
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Post by Gasoline: Gen. Tech Member on May 13, 2006 21:25:11 GMT -5
*Gasoline is shown backstage with Hoss Matthews*
Hoss: Joining me now is the monster of Generation Tech, "Big Daddy" Gasoline. Gas, thanks to you and Limey winning the #1 Contender's match you two now have a shot at becoming tag team champions. What are your thoughts on that?
Gas: Hoss, it's been a long time coming; it's been over a year since there's been gold around this waist. And it's also good knowing that I have a partner who isn't only worried about himself. See, Limey and I are in this together. He knows I got his back just as I know he's got mine. It's about being a team. It's not about overshadowing anybody or using people for their own personal gain.
Hoss: Ah, alluding to the days when you were tagging with Bret Michaels, I assume. Speaking of Bret, we've learned that you'll be facing the man who took his Tri-State title, Mike Ragnal, later on.
Gas: First off, I want to say that it took a lot of balls to do what he did and take Bret's title. Lord knows Bret deserved it after what he's done to a lot of people, including myself. But Mike, a word of advice. I'd watch my back if I were you. Bret is one sneaky bastard, and you can be rest assured he'll do anything to get his title back.
Secondly, I don't harbor any bad feelings toward your for the low blow you gave me at The Maim Event. It was just business. But know that I will not go easy on you in our match. You're a heck of an athlete and I respect what you've done, but now you're going up against the Gas-powered monster. Be prepared to feel pain.
Hoss: Interesting words from "Big Daddy" Gasoline. Now let's get back to the action!
*Cut to the next segment*
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Post by Marcus "Stylez" Saxton on May 14, 2006 14:33:18 GMT -5
"Modest" by Jeff hardy hits as Psikotik comes out to a pretty decent pop.
Jeremy Boreass: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall. Making his way to the ring, from East L.A., California, The Psychadelic Wonder, Psikotik!!!
Psikotik slides into the ring and poses on the turnbuckle before Paul London comes out to the same pop, with the IWC chating "London! London! London!"
Boreass: And his opponent, from Austin, Texas, being accompanied to the ring by Brian Kendrick. He weighs in at 205 lbs., Paul London!!
London and Kendrick are walking down the ramp when MNM comes out of nowhere and starts beating up on them. Psikotik jumps out of the ring with a steel chair in hand and goes for the Psikosis (dropkick to face with a steel chair) on Mercury, but Kendrick accidentaly gets in the way and gets knocked out. Nitro hits a DDT on Psikotik and tosses him down to ringside as London tries to fight them off. Nitro catches London with a low blow and hoists him up as Mercury grabs London's head and hit the Snapshot. MNM go for the Snapshot on Kendrick when Psikotik hits Mercury in the back with a steel chair. Kendrick is still K.O.'ed and falls to the ground as Nitro starts to turn around. Psikotik hits Nitro in the gut with the chair before hitting an EnzuFury. Nitro is dazed as Psikotik runs behind him and grabs his head before hitting the Psikotik Epsiode!! MNM, London, and Kendrick are all down as Psikotik stands alone on the ramp. Psikotik grabs London and drags him to the ring area before tossing him into the ring to start the match.
----Ding Ding!----
London is still down as Psikotik lookes pissed that MNM ruined his match. Psikotik jumps onto the turnbuckle and hits the Swanton Bomb and goes for the pin...
1 2 3.
Boreass: here is your winner, Psikotik!
Psikotik still has a pissed off look as he exits the ring. He starts walking up the ramp when he sees Nitro and Mercury starting to recover. Psikotik then rushes at Mercury and hits the Psikotik Episode one more time before turning his attention to Nitro. Psikotik hits a low blow and grabs Nitro before hitting the Chameleon right on the steel chair. Psikotik looks satisfied before walking towards the back as we fade to a commercial for Ryan Seacrest and Lex Luger.
"Why do we show these two?"
"I DON'T KNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AND YOU'RE T-SHIRTS TOO TIGHT RYAN!!!!"
"........No it's not!"
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Post by The Lach is very tired on May 15, 2006 4:51:09 GMT -5
*Heaven’s A Lie hits & Virus makes his way to the ring. The boos are almost drowning out the music as Virus gives the crowd the bird as he gets into the ring.*
BC: Introducing the challenger, from Parts Unknown, weighing in at 350 lbs he is a member of the P.T.A VIRUS!!
*Party Starter plays & Spaz comes out to the top of the ramp. The crowd goes nuts as he holds up the still bloodstained title belt. He points to Virus, then the title & he shakes his head in defiance.*
BC: And his opponent, from Sydney, Australia, weighing in at 216 lbs he is a member of Generation Tech & the Current EWT Heavyweight Champion of the World SPAZ!
*Spaz rolls into the ring & comes face to face with Virus, he extends his hand but Virus slaps him across the face instead. The ref pulls them apart, takes the title from Spaz & calls for the bell to ring. The two lock up & Virus overpowers Spaz & pushes him to the ground Virus laughs as Spaz gets back to a vertical base. He charges at Virus but is caught in the face with a boot. Spaz hits the mat hard & Virus drops for a cover.*
1 2 NO!
*Spaz kicks out, Virus stands & pulls Spaz up by his hair. Spaz fight Virus off & wrenches his arm hard he then gets himself in position & take Virus down with a headlock. Spaz is working the head & neck of Virus. The fans are chanting TAP OUT! When Virus gets a sudden burst if energy & stands up, Spaz still has hold of his head but Virus is able to counter with a Sidewalk Slam. Virus rises & lifts Spaz up he is looking for a Chokeslam but Spaz is able to block it & nail Virus with a Triple H style facebuster. Virus is reeling & Spaz locks on around the waist. He nails one German, followed by a second & a third. He stands & locks on a Sydney Cloverleaf but Virus is too close to the ropes & he reaches out his hand to grab the bottom rope. Spaz releases the hold & Virus pulls himself up with the ropes. The two trade chops & punches Virus whips Spaz off the ropes, Spaz ducks a clothesline & comes back off the other side he then plants Virus with a swinging neckbreaker. Spaz kips up & he signals to the crowd. He heads to the top rope & he leaps off nailing a big Shooting Star Press he hooks the leg.*
1 2 KICKOUT!!
*Everyone is shocked as Virus kicks out! Spaz just shrugs & gets to his feet as Virus slowly gets up. Spaz grabs Virus & looks to plant him with a Down Under DDT but Virus blocks him. Spaz pushes away from Virus & he whips him across the ring Spaz nails him with a Dropkick as he bounces back. Both men are up & Spaz whips him & Dropkicks him again. They are up again & Spaz whips Virus looking for a 3rd dropkick but Virus grabs the ropes & Spaz hits the mat hard. Spaz’s head bounces off the ropes & Virus smirks. He pulls Spaz to his feet & signals the end is near. Virus lifts Spaz up for a chokeslam & at the last second he heads to the ropes & Chokeslams Spaz out of the ring right through the Swahili announce table!*
Crowd: HOLY S@#T HOLY S@#T!!
*Virus drops to his knees & the ref starts a ten count on Spaz. He gets to 6 when Virus realises he can’t win the title by count out so he climbs out & picks Spaz up he rolls him back into the ring by 9 & he then gets back in himself & slowly make a cover.*
1 2 3…NO ROPEBREAK!
*The crowd & Virus can’t believe it. Spaz has got his foot up on the bottom rope. Virus s lost as to what to do next so he ascends to the top rope. Virus leaps off but Spaz gets his boot up & it catches Virus on the chin. Both men are down & the ref starts a 10 count he gets to 6 when Spaz pulls himself up. He gingerly makes the Gen. tech sign to the crowd & he pulls Virus to his feet. He is looking to hit The Shockwave when he is nailed in the back with a Singapore Cane by Eddie Omega! The ref calls for the bell as Omega assaults Spaz! Virus gets up & hits Spaz with the Infection. He lifts him to his feet again but its clotheslined by Spyke! Omega & Virus roll out of the ring as Spyke helps Spaz to his feet.*
BC: Your winner by Disqualification & still EWT World Heavyweight Champion Spaz!
*Spaz is being held up by Spyke & he is pointing angrily at Omega & Virus as we cut to commercial.*
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Post by paulpodanski on May 15, 2006 9:14:44 GMT -5
Announcer: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!
Let the Bodies Hit the Floor Starts Up as it seems Paul has finally come back to his senses. He walks out towards the ring, getting a nice pop as usual. As he heads down the rampway, he climbs into the ring, throwing off his jacket.
Announcer: Introducing first... from Birmingham Alabama, weighing in at 312 pounds... He is The Drunken Demon... Paul Podanski!!!
Paul paces around the ring a bit, waiting for his opponent.
Soon after, a huge pyro goes off as Kane's music starts up and he heads down to the ring.
Announcer: And from... Somewhere, weighing in at 326 pounds... Kane!!!
Kane has a sick smile on his face as he climbs into the ring. Paul looks right across the ring at him, charging forward and knocking him off the apron with a running Yakuza kick! Kane goes flying to the ground as Paul climbs out after, immediately laying into him with stiff lefts and rights, sending the Big Red Machine reeling back a bit with each one. As Kane is backed up against the barricade, Paul backs up, nailing a powerful lariat, sending him tumbling over the barricade! Paul immediately follows, hoisting himself up onto the same barricade and leaping as Kane sits and stands up, taking him back down with a flying clothesline! The crowd pops as Paul lifts Kane back up, slamming his face into the barricade a few times, then dumping him back over the top, quickly following and lifting him. He immediately rolls him back into the ring, climbing up the nearby turnbuckle and leaping off with a senton splash, nearly crushing Kane under the weight. First cover of the match. 1....2...
Kane kicks out! Paul shrugs, mounting and pummeling Kane's face with more stiff punches, with big grin on his face. Eventually, he gets back off of him, lifting him to his feet and hoisting him up high, slamming him down hard with a vertical suplex! Once again... Kane sits up and once again Paul puts him back down on the mat, driving an elbow into the back...followed by another... and another. Eventually Kane is back on his back as Paul runs off the ropes, coming back for a quick leg drop across the throat. He goes for a second cover. 1....2...
But again, Kane kicks out. Paul seems to be all business this time around. He lifts Kane back up to his feet, bringing him back down with a swinging neckbreaker! He follows that up by locking in a Buffalo Sleeper, trying to put Kane out quickly, but the Big Red Machine quickly starts to elbow his way out. Paul reluctantly breaks the hold, only to stand up and try for a stiff kick to the back of the neck! Kane instinctively rolls out of the way, getting back to his feet and looking at Paul, just in time to duck under an incoming clothesline! Kane grabs him as he turns around, following up with a quick scoop and a slam to the mat. He follows up, lifting Paul back up, only to cut him back down with a series of quick powerful throat thrusts. Paul groans, holding his neck in pain as Kane goes for a cover. 1....2...
Paul kicks out. Kane doesn't look pleased. He starts dropping elbows across the throat of Paul, softening the area up further. The crowd boos as Kane mounts Paul, for a few stiff shots of his own, focusing again on the same neck area. As he finishes that up, he immediately reaches back down, now blatantly choking Paul with one hand wrapped around the throat! Paul gasps for air... trying to fight out of Kane's grip, but to no avail. The referee starts a count. 1....2....3....4....
Kane immediately breaks the hold.... only to apply it once again! The referee starts another count. 1...2....3....4... and again Kane breaks it. Paul grasps his throat in pain, rolling around on the mat a bit clutching it. Kane crosses his throat and quickly ascends to the top turnbuckle... leaping off as Paul gets up and going for that flying clothesline of his... only for Paul to catch him in mid air and power him down with a quick Samoan drop! Kane groans, now clutching at his back a bit as Paul himself sits up. He rolls Kane over, grabbing him and locking in a waist lock, then in a impressive display of strength, lifting up and slamming Kane back into the mat with a german suplex pin! 1....2....
Kane kicks out, but once again, clutches his aching back. Paul once again rises up, running off the ropes, only to come back with vicious fist drop right across the throat of Kane! He groans again, now once again holding the neck area. Paul grins, lifting Kane back up, into a powerbomb position and... dropping him face first into the turnbuckle with an Alley Oop Bomb! Kane moans, grabbing his face now, turning around and once again facing Paul, only to get grabbed in a waistlock, then slammed to the mat with a belly to belly. Into another cover. 1....2...
Kane manages to get the shoulder up. Paul is now starting to get frustrated. He points at the turnbuckle, getting a pop, then quickly climbing up top, going for the Aggravated Paulsault! A Big mistake. Kane gets the knees up... driving the air out of Paul, who falls to mat, clutching his stomach in pain. Kane once again sits up... rising to his feet and growls, doing his little taunt to signal for the Chokeslam. Paul groans, stumbling to his feet and turning around, only to get grabbed by the throat again! However, Paul quickly starts to fight back, with a quick kick to the gut... and another. However Kane keeps his grip locked on tight. He then hoists Paul up high... slamming him down hard into the mat!!! Into a cover. 1....2....
NO! NO! Paul just barely manages to get the shoulder up. Kane shakes his head slowly, as he lifts up a nearly motionless Paul... hoisting him up high and powering him down with the Tombstone Piledriver!!! Paul lands on his head, then falls to the mat with a thud. Kane goes for the pin again. 1....2....
3. And this one... is over.
Announcer: Here is your winner... Kane!
Kane stands in the center of the ring... raises his hands and brings them down for the fire from the turnbuckles effect. He immediately exits the ring as Paul struggles to his feet. He looks around the arena... grabbing the announcer's microphone.
Paul: You know what... I used to be the most dominant Toolshed Champion the EWT had ever known... but thanks to a certain Dr. Death at Full House, I was SCREWED out of my title. I should still be standing here... I should still be holding that belt... and not being beaten by some freak who's obesessed with people saying a certain date!!! Well guess what... I just got sick of this. I'm sick of everyone in the locker room getting a title shot before me... I'm sick of being overshadowed by everyone... and I'm SURE AS HELL SICK OF ALL OF YOU!!!
The crowd looks shocked.
Paul: You people do nothing but give me sympathy... because you feel sorry for a guy who was once a dominating ruthless brutal champion has fallen so far off the ladder. Well I've had it! Toomi... you can take this job and shove it up your ass... because I QUIT!!!
Paul throws down the microphone, storming out of the arena... as the crowd looks on, still in shock.
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Post by paulpodanski on May 15, 2006 9:17:26 GMT -5
As we return from Commercial, it shows what happened during the commercial break. Paul walks down the hall as a row of various EWT Employees and Wrestlers just stare at Paul in shock. He ignores them... simply walking down the hallway. A few of them try to convince Paul not to leave.
Mike Ragnal: Paul... where are you going?! Don't do this!
Koda Kazar: Yeah Paul... c'mon. It can't really be that bad can it?
American Saint: I'm sure things can change for you bro... but don't leave Paul!
Hoss Matthews: Please don't go Paul!
On the flip side, a few heels seem to be quite happy.
Curly Long: Heh... where ya goin fatso, Rehab again?
Principal Pain: Go ahead and leave. Perhaps the EWT will be better off with you ruining everything.
Trik Turner: Yeah, so long Tubs Mcgoo!
Ultimo: Don't let the door hit your ass on the way out Popinski.
Ubermark: How could it not? It's the size of a blimp Ultimo
Paul also ignores all these insults, walking completely out of the EWT Arena.
He heads to his car... only to seem the shadow of some mysterious figure nodding slowly in what seems to be approval. Paul flashes a sly smirk, climbing into the ring and driving off and away from the arena, perhaps for the last time.
Fade to next segment.
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Post by B.A. on May 15, 2006 20:09:25 GMT -5
Eddie is in the back shaking his head at Pauls announcement.
"What the hell!!!. He cant quit!!"
He throws a table in the air angrily. He looks around, grabs his shirt and runs up the stairs to the entrance ramp.
*Remedy plays*
Eddie walks on to the stage...
Lillian: And from Washington D.C...Eddie Omega!!
Eddie walks down the ring and tosses his shirt in the audience. X-Pac who is already in the ring attacks Eddie while hes getting in the ring. Eddie shakes off the hits and delivers a knee to X-pac. He backs him into the ropes and follows up with a elbow that knocks him dizzy. Eddie is calling for the end of the match, but pac does a back kick which hits eddie low. Eddie is in pain and backs off. While pac climbs the ropes, eddie is still hunching over. He jumps off the top rope for a dropkick and hits eddie.
*crowd cheers*
1...2.... Close count by the ref and Eddie tries to get up quickly. Eddie wants to get away but Pac grabs him. Eddie then grabbing the ref distracts him and holds the ref close while he low blows X-Pac. He looks then chops his chest causing Pac to fall down. He then sets him up, slapping his chest..kicking his back and doing a backsplash causing the crowd to cheer..
Eddie looks around hyping up the crowd and then picks Pac up but he wont give up easy. He delivers shots to Eddie and tries to irish whip him but eddie reverses and hooks him into a german suplex pin.
1...2....3
Not pretty but effective. Eddie doesnt care about a pin, and throws Xpac out the ring. He then rushes out the ring and tries to see where Paul Podanski went.
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Post by HMARK Center on May 16, 2006 1:46:42 GMT -5
Bobby Cruise: The following matchup is-
<Cruise is cut off as none other than You Gene Lesnar grabs the mic from him>
You Gene: Hey everybody! It’s been so fun coming back to the EWT, but I got told this week that I gotta have another match with my old buddy, HitmanMark! I remember a long time ago when I was just starting here, HMark and I had so many good times; there was the time he was my favorite wrestler, then when I won his title in a battle royale, the time I cost him the WCF title at SummerSquash: Hardway to Sell, and the time he called me a “bleep”! …I still don’t know what “bleep!” means, but it was still a lot of fun!
<While he’s talking, HMark, donning long black tights and a Prophecy Reborn t-shirt, slowly makes his way to the ring, shaking his head all the while>
YG: Hey! Hey, HMark! Remember me? Remember when-
<HMark, trying to be a nice guy, just puts his hands out, trying to calm You Gene down and get the mic from him>
HMark: You Gene, ah…hey, good to see you, yeah. Look, buddy, I know I may have treated you a little badly sometimes, and that you’ve irritated me to no end-…I mean, um, uh…been in the wrong place at the wrong time a bunch of times in the past, but how about we just have a match, get it over with, and go our merry ways? Is that alright? Would a match be fun?
YG: <nodding emphatically> Yep yep yep! Ooh, I’ve got some new moves I REEEEEAAAALLY wanna try out, too! Like, um…
<You Gene’s eyes light up with an idea, and he hits a big headbutt to HMark’s face. The ref rings the bell to get it underway, as HMark, clutching at his eye, just backs into a corner>
HM: That was my orbital socket…YOU SON OF A @#$%!!!
<HMark unloads with a stiff knife edge chop to You Gene’s chest, and begins delivering rapid-fire body shots at the same time. You Gene manages to counter by grabbing HMark’s arm, rolling through, and putting it in a cross arm breaker on the mat! HMark immediately clutches his hands together to prevent You Gene from pulling back, gets to the ropes, and walks away, remembering that, yeah, You Gene actually CAN wrestle>
<The two lock up, but HMark pushes Eugene to the corner, where he breaks cleanly, but then forces a shoulder into You Gene’s midsection. Butterflying the arms, he takes You Gene over in a suplex, and immediately transitions into a front guillotine choke. You Gene flails around wildly, but using his “Freaky Retard Strength”, manages to power to his feet, where he flips HMark over into a bridged pin, almost like a Northern Lights Suplex, but only for a 2 count. You Gene tries to clamp on a chinlock, but HMark fights out of it, grabbing You Gene’s arm. He wrings it around, and then powers You Gene into the air, letting him crash down into the mat while still holding his arm.>
<As HMark tries to apply more pressure, You Gene works his way up, and kips up to his feet, before delivering a STIFF kick to HMark’s chest, taking HMark by surprise. You Gene picks the stunned HMark up, and puts him in a Full Nelson. After a few seconds, he lifts HMark into the air, and brings him down, ass first, in a sort of Sit-Out Full Nelson Powerbomb! HMark leaps up, clutching his poor tailbone, as You Gene runs up from behind and nails a running dropkick to the back of HMark’s head, sending him crashing facefirst into the turnbuckle.>
Dave Prazak: <on commentary> Nobody ever had a knack for making HMark look foolish quite like You Gene.
<You Gene starts hitting chops to HMark in the corner, and tries to heft him up to the turnbuckle. He climbs after him, but HMark drops down, turns You Gene around, and hits a palm thrust! He goes for the Iconoclasm…but You Gene slips out, and goes for a Dragon Sleeper in the ropes! The ref calls for the break at the 5 count, and You Gene does, but HMark is left hurting.>
<You Gene again picks HMark up, and hefts him up, Fireman’s Carry style. Before he can do anything, Hmark starts kneeing him in the side of the head, which causes You Gene to drop him. HMark immediately hits a kick to the gut, followed up by an out of nowhere Golden Gate Swing! A cover only gets two, and both men slowly stagger to their feet.>
<A forearm exchange begins as both men rise, but You Gene seems to get the better of it. He pushes HMark to the ropes, Irish Whips him, and attempts a clothesline, but HMark ducks, and hits a running/leaping Yakuza kick on the way back! You Gene goes down like a ton of bricks, and HMark goes straight for Cattle Mutilation! You Gene fights it, though, and manages to reach the ropes. When HMark goes to pick him up, You Gene actually goes to slap HMark’s old Crappler Crossface on him! HMark is stuck, but close enough to the ropes to get out…he still smacks the mat in frustration, though.>
<You Gene quickly gets to his feet, and starts throwing body blows at HMark. He hits HMark with forearms and some kicks to the gut, and goes for a discus forearm…but HMark ducks! You Gene turns around and eats an enziguri from HMark, who immediately rushes over and pulls off the Heretic’s Delight combo! One backbreaker-shellshock-Koji Klutch later, and You Gene is grasping desperately for the ropes! With a HUGE effort, You Gene rolls onto his side, forcing HMark’s shoulders to the mat, causing the ref to count and to HMark to break before he can count 3.>
<HMark goes to pick You Gene up again, but You Gene hits a jawbreaker, followed up quickly by a Fisherman’s Buster! You Gene climbs to the top rope and points to his noggin’, indicating a Swandive Headbutt! He flies…but misses. HMark rolls to the ropes, and pulls himself up, looking at a staggering Eugene and using both hands to make a slicing motion against his neck and bringing them down energetically, signaling for the end. HMark walks over, hits another kick, DRAGON’S WINGS! HMark hooks the leg,>
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Bobby Cruise: Here is your winner, HITMAAAAAAANMARK!
<”Disposable Teens” immediately hits as HMark stands to celebrate defeating his old foe. You Gene slowly gets up, taps HMark on the shoulder, and asks for a high five. HMark gets a “You’ve gotta be kidding me” look, but, sighing, goes along with it. You Gene proceeds to jump around like a kid on Pixie Stix, while HMark rolls out of the ring, ready to refocus on getting a Tag Title…or World Title shot.>
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Post by Trik Turner on May 16, 2006 9:47:20 GMT -5
(Sitting on bench in the locker room, a towel over his head, Trik looks into the camera)
You know what? My track record sucks, I admit it. I've missed matches, I've been suspended, I've showed up for matches, & I lost big matches. I look back at my wars with HitmanMark & you know what? And what did it get me? Nothing.
I came into EWT as a hot commodity. The perfect attitude. The perfect wrestler. I don't give a s*** about titles. I don't give a s*** about the fans. I come in, do my job, & leave. But HitmanMark made this business fun again, because he brought me to great lengths. So what happens after I am finished with him?
I get booked in a match with that fool, A-Bomb. And then Stevie Richards. Patt patterson. Brooklyn Brawler. And now Golddust.
I am being wasted here in EWT is my point. Thing is, management thinks that I am some fruity ass bastard like these fools I wrestled. So what did I do? I put A-Bomb's head through a chair & cost him the championship, just as I did HitmanMark. And A-Bomb hasn't been the same since. He fears me. Think about it. He doesn't talk about me. He doesn't want me in the ring. He's afraid.
It's Ok to be afraid A-Bomb. Fear is not a bad thing. Fear is a good thing. For you see, I have fears. Everybody has fears. And A-Bomb, I see the fear in your eyes. I see it in your stand. In your voice. It's everywhere around you.
And when I get in the ring with Golddust, everybody will see why A-Bomb fears me.
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Post by Ragnal on May 16, 2006 10:41:28 GMT -5
*”Gas Power” plays as Gasoline comes out from the back, as he receives a loud cheer from the crowd.*
LILLIAN: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Making his way to the ring first, from Buffalo, NY, weighing in at 323 lbs…GASOLINE!
*As Gasoline steps inside the ring, his music dies down, and in it’s place begins High Voltage as Mike Ragnal comes out to the crowd, the Tri-State title in one hand, and a microphone in the other. He talks as he walks down the ramp.*
MIKE: So! It looks like Bret hasn’t accepted my offer just yet. Well, let me remind you of something, Bret. I don’t get the rightful title shot by the next PPV, you don’t get your Tri-State title. And Gas, I respect you and all, and I heard you say to be careful with Bret and all…but trust me, I know what I’m doing. And Bret…*Mike gets inside the ring*…you better be watching, because I’m about to do something you could never do-beat Gasoline!
*With that said, Mike gently places the belt in a corner, and the match begins between him and Gas. Mike and Gas shake hands, and then they lock up in the center. Gas kicks Mike in the gut, then tries to clothesline him down, but Mike ducks under it and delivers a few hard punches to Gas’s back. Mike dropkicks Gas in the back, knocking him down to between the top and middle rope. Mike runs to he opposite ropes, bounces off, and goes for a bulldog…but Gas moves as Mike leaps into the air, and Mike jumps right through the ropes and lands hard on his feet onto the ground. Gas climbs out of the ring and onto the floor and grabs Mike, and tosses him into the ring, with his neck placed on the apron’s edge. Gas then punches Mike in the face a few times, then follows up with a pair of elbows to the neck. Gas climbs back into the ring, runs off the ropes, and nails a legdrop to Mike’s chest. Gas pulls Mike from the ropes and goes to pin.*
1!2!
*Mike kicks out. Gas picks Mike up and knees his stomach a few times, then whips him into the ropes. Gas tries for a boot to the face, but Mike slides under Gas’s legs, then dropkicks Gas in the back again. This time he falls onto the middle turnbuckle, and Mike takes advantage by bulldogging his face right into it. Gas falls to the ground, and Mike runs to the ropes for a Lionsault. Gas gets his knees up, however, and hits Mike in the gut. Mike is now on the canvas, grabbing his gut in pain, and Gas stands up slowly. Gas picks Mike up, and whips him into a corner. Nash raises his right foot and holds it right against Mike’s throat, choking it. The ref counts to four before Gas lets go. Gas lifts Mike onto his shoulder from the corner, and body slams him to the ground. Gas goes to pin again.*
1!2!
*Mike kicks out once more. Gas picks Mike up again, and puts him in position for a sidewalk slam. Mike is able to struggle his way out of it, however, and stands upright, then hits a Russian Leg Sweep to Gas. Mike runs to the ropes and nails a proper Lionsault to Gas. Mike gets right back up and picks Gas up to his feet, whipping him into the ropes. As Gas runs back at him, Mike leaps up and hits a spinning heel kick to the face. Mike goes to pin.*
1!2!
*Gas shoves Mike right off of him. As Gas is getting up, Mike tries for a superkick, but Nash grabs Mike’s leg before he can hit, and lands a punch to the face. Nash goes behind him and pushes Mike into the ropes. Mike bounces off, and Gas punches him in the back. Gas pushes Mike into the ropes again, and punches him in the back once more. Gas pushes Mike a third time, but this time Mike gets a good hold of the ropes, keeping himself from bouncing off of them, and kicks Gas in the gut. Mike runs at Gas and hits a step-up Enziguri to Gas’ head. Mike bounces off the ropes and nails a running senton splash. Mike hooks the leg and pins.*
1!2!
*Gasoline kicks out. Mike decides it’s time to end this once and for all, and picks Gas up. He tries to hoist him onto his shoulders for the Ragnalrok, but unfortunately, it goes to no avail. With Mike feeling winded, it gives Gas the opportunity to grab Mike in position for the powerbomb. Gas hoists Mike up to the air, and drops him down with a powerbomb. Gas goes to pin.*
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*The referee is distracted! Eddie Omega is outside, and the ref is making sure he doesn’t get into the ring! As this goes on, Virus enters the ring while the ref isn’t looking and grabs Gas right off of Mike. Virus pounds into Gas several times, and then hits him with the Infection. Virus leaves the ring and goes through the crowd, and Omega decides to just leave, not wanting to argue anymore. Mike is now crawling on the canvas over to Gasoline, getting an arm on him for the cover.*
1!2!
*NO! Looks like the Infection wasn’t enough to keep Gas down, as he kicks out once more. Mike, deciding that this is finally it, slowly climbs to the top rope, and lands the High Voltage to Gas. Mike goes to pin.*
1!2!
*HBH and Cherry storm the ring. HBH pulls Mike right off of Gas and starts beating into him. The ref rings the bell, signaling a win for Mike via DQ. HBH now has Mike in a corner, kicking at him severely until he’s in a sitting position. Cherry hands HBH his Tri-State title, and HBH smirks. Instead of leaving the ring, however, he waits for Mike to stand up, and hits Mike across the face with his belt! Mike is now lying on the floor, blood slowly flowing from his forehead. HBH and Cherry leave the ring, but as they walk up the ramp, they see Mike standing up on the Titantron. Bret, going for one last move, goes back down the ramp and into the ring. He waits for Mike to stand up all the way…AND HITS SWEET CHIN MUZAK! Bret stares down at Mike, now possibly unconscious from that last move. The crowd boos Bret for his actions as “Sexy Guy” plays over the PA system, he and Cherry walking up the ramp proud of what they did, as several refs and EMTs rush into the ring to look at Mike.*
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Post by vivian on May 16, 2006 10:59:01 GMT -5
Sever and Jacola Colhn walk out to the ring to a decent amount of heat, looking pretty pissed off as usual. They climb into the ring... posing and doing their usual thing. Sever grabs a micrphone.
Sever: We have had enough of this crap! Ever since we came to the EWT, we've been treated like crap... kicked around... and pretty much plain ingored! While our brother, Deamon has gotten all the attention... we have been left out to dry.
The crowd boos. Jacola snatches the mat.
Jacola: * Points to the audience * Your fault!
Sever grabs the microphone again.
Sever: We have had it with EWT management not listening to us and treating us like garbage. So that's why we are going to sit out in this ring until Toomi comes out and meets all our demands!
The crowd boos.
Sever: Number one... an EWT World Heavyweight title shot! Number two... a tag team title shot! Number three...
Suddenly, the Toomitron lights up as the lights go out. Sever and Jacola look over confused as soon after... BOOM!
The lights grow a bright yellow as a ridiculously upbeat version of " If Your Happy and You Know it Clap Your Hands " starts up... the crowd not really sure what the hell is going on. Sever and Jacola are equally confused. Suddenly, an unfamiliar woman starts skipping down the rampway, dressed in a bright pink skirt and shirt. She has long blond hair, blue eyes, and looks to be hepped up on sugar. She quickly climbs into the ring, hopping up and down, then grabbing the microphone from Sever, who looks confused... backing away
Woman: Hello everybody! Are you ready to be happy?!
The crowd says nothing. She looks over at Sever and Colhn.
Woman: And what're your names boys?
Sever and Jacola look over, staring uncomortably.
Sever: Who the hell are you woman?
The girl smiles, hopping up into the air for no reason.
Woman: Why I'm the world's most well renowned expert psycologist on happiness... Dr. Vivian Anemone!!! I once had my own educational kids show, but the network canceled it... seemed it was a bit TOO happy for some people. But who cares?!
Jacola makes the ol cliche " this person is cuckoo motion " Vivian looks over.
Vivian: Say boys... how would you guys like a gift?
Jacola and Sever look at each other... and shrug.
Sever: Heh... we never say no to free stuff.
Jacola: Yeah... never.
The woman gets a huge grin on her face.
Vivian: Ok boys... bring it out!
Suddenly, the music from earlier starts up again as two strangely familiar guys walk out onto the stage... each one clutching a bunch of helium filled smiley faced balloons. Both men are wearing a bright yellow body suit with light pink boots and paint on their faces which of course... makes them look like giant smiley faces. The two men skip down happily to the ring, holding hands as the crowd still has no clue WHAT THE HELL is going on. Both men hop onto the apron, climbing inside and running over full speed to Sever and Jacola. Dr. Vivian smiles and starts clapping non-stop!
Vivian: Ok boys... let's introduce yourselves to these nice friendly young men here!
The two men walk over... standing in front of Sever and Jacola... offering them them the balloons. The two guys shrug, taking the bunches as the two simley faced freaks do a pose.
Man 1: Hello there... how are you!
Man 2: We're fine... hope you are too!
Of course, each word they sounds ridiculously upbeat.
Vivian: Roll Call!
Man 1: Smiley Sal!!!
Sal does a quick cabbage patch into a running man
Man 2: Happy Hal!!!
Hal does a moonwalk, then does a... pretty ackward looking cartwheel.
Both: And we are... the Sunshine Squad!!!
Both men leap up and give each other a high five, then look back at Sever and Jacola, who are not amused.
Sever: You know what... we don't care who the hell you are. Why don't you take these balloons here and SHOVE EM UP YOUR ASSES!!!
The two Colhn's grab and pop each balloon rather swiftly. The crowd cheers for once in these guys lives. Sal and Hal look at Vivian, who shakes her head.
Vivian: Now now... that's not nice. Looks like my boys here are gonna have to teach you a lesson!
Jacola and Sever laugh.
Sever: Heh... what the hell could these two possibly do to us?!
Before he can say anything else, Hal and Sal take Sever down immediately with a vicious double clothesline! Sever gets turned inside out, groaning in pain as he lays on the mat. Hal and Sal follow things up, both men clotheslining Jacola right out of the ring, sending him sprawled out on the floor. THe two men look at each other and hug. Sal then bounces off the ropes, running forward as Hal propels him with a back body drop... which Sal turns into a splash in mid air right to Sever! The Colhn's eyes go wide as he holds his possibly broken ribs in pain.
Sal and Hal aren't done though. They lift Sever up, then nail a two man spinebuster back to the mat, doing further damage. The two look at each other as Sever lays on the mat, both men jumping onto his body at the same time, knocking the wind right out of him! He gasps as both men start bouncing up and down on him a few more times like a human trampoline! Sever groans, immediately rolling out of the ring as the two men get off. Jacola stumbles back towards the ring apron. Sal and Hal both charge forward.... nailing a double baseball slide to the throat, sending Jacola stumbling backwards. Hal then picks up the slightly lighter looking Sal, lifting him up in a body press, then tossing him right of the ring, as Jacola looks up... only to crash back down as Sal lands in his arms. Jacola manages to hold Hal up with ease... until Sal vaults over the top rope... with a body press, crushing poor Jacola under the weight! Sal rolls off, helping up Hal to his feet.
Sever tries to beat a fast retreat, but Dr. Vivian Anemone stops him, standing in front of him and blocking his way. Sever growls... getting pissed now. He tries to find a way to get past the doctor, but she keeps cutting him off, with a ridiculous grin on her face as she does. Soon after, Sal and Hal are behind Sever... grabbing and with a double arm irish whip... sending him full speed into the steel steps! He crashes with a sickening thud! The crowd boos as Sal and Hal smile at each other... then walk over, lifting up Sever again, who's now a bloody mess. They than ram his skull into the steel post, opening him up further. Sever groans as Sal and Hal roll him back into the ring... letting him lay. They then go back after a rising Jacola, rolling him into the ring too.
The two men climb in after and both men walk over, Hal lifting up Jacola... Sal lifting up Sever. The two men then take them down with a double belly to belly suplex to the mat! Sal and Hal quickly rise back up... as Sal lifts up Sever, putting him in a full nelson... Hal walks over, grabbing his legs and locking on some kind of modified stretch muffler, only using both legs. Sever screams in agony with this double submission move... trying to struggle out of it... feeling pretty much his entire upper and lower half being damaged. He cringes a bit... until finally the submission is too much and he passes out... a bloody mess on the mat as the two men drop him. Jacola once again gets back up only to get grabbed on both sides... as the Sunshine Squad applies their double team finisher... The Group Hug!!! The two men apply a double bear hug, wrenching the life out of Jacola who is fading fast.
Soon after, like Sever, Jacola just can't manage to hold on and passes out as well. Sal and Hal drop him to the mat... as Vivian climbs in, shaking her head.
Vivian: Now come on boys... you didn't teach these two thing! They need to know that they should be friends with you two. Now why don't you see what you can do to fix that!
Sal and Hal look at each other and smile... both men climbing out of the ring, each one grabbing a steel chair. They get back in, chairs in hand and crack Sever once again, right in the ribs! Sever regains conciousness temporarily, clutching his now broken ribs in roaring pain. Sal and Hal walk over to Jacola and deliver another nasty double chair shot to the ribs! Jacola groans and also passes out... like Sever, he seems to have broken something as well.
The two look at each other again... dropping the chairs and skipping back over to Vivian, who holds up their hands in victory! The three then quickly exit the ring... as Jacola and Sever lay there completely decimated, not even able to get up now.
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Post by Toom E. Guci on May 16, 2006 12:12:35 GMT -5
*You Gene is walking backstage, sore from his recent encounter.*
Oh boy, happy people. I like happy people. I think I'll stay for a while.
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Post by Poker Joker on May 16, 2006 14:54:09 GMT -5
(The scene opens up in the E.W.T. arena as a techno version of Betovhen's "Flight of the Bumblebee" plays wildly over the loudspeakers. The fans jump to their feet as the Killer Bees make their way down the ring asile, delivering high-fives as they go.)
*ANNOUNCER*: The following match is scheduled for one fall, and is for the E.W.T. Tag-Team Championship. Introducing first, the challengers, making their way to the ring area and weighing in at a combined weight of 570 lbs. The team of B. Brian Blair and Jumping Jim Brunzel..... "The Killer Bees!"
(The Bees jump over the top rope and into the ring. They climb the turnbuckles and pose in their black-and-yellow trunks. Soon, their music faces out and "Look At This Face" begins to play. Ultimo Chocula and Billy "The Virgin" Ubermark appear from behind the curtain and start making their ways to the ring area. They're both wearing matching purple tights. Around each of their wastes is an E.W.T. Tag-Team Championship belt. Close behind them is Moniqua with her dog, Fru-Fru.)
*ANNOUNCER*: Their opponents, making their way to the ring area and weighing in at a combined weight of 458 lbs.... they are the E.W.T. Tag-Team Champions, Billy "The Virgin" Ubermark and Ultimo Chocula..... "The Handsome Boys Modeling School!"
(Billy and Chocula arrogently step through the ropes and into the ring. The fans boo loudly as the two remove their belts. Ultimo steps forwards and takes the microphone from the ring announcer. Their music fades out as he starts talking.)
*UC*: OK. This is getting a little ridiculous. Last week we were facing a couple of guys who thought they were horses, and now this week we're facing a pair of guys who think they're bugs. If I didn't know any better, I'd say this joint was becoming a bad episode of Zoobilee Zoo. Seriously! What's next? Are we going to end up facing the cast of "Cats?" Or how about a couple of those crazy guys who dress up like dragons during the Chinese New Year celebrations?
(The crowd roars with disapproval towards Chocula as he looks over the Killer Bees from across the ring.)
*UC*: Good LORD! I actually feel bad making fun of you, because you guys are making it so damn easy. Billy, do you wanna handle this one?
(Chocula shakes his head and simply hands the microphone over to Billy.)
*BU*: Frankly, I don't have much to say, either. I mean, he's right. I mean, two teams who think they're animals in back-to-back weeks.... that's sad. But I can say this about the Young Stallions, at least THEY didn't try to look like a couple of horses in the ring. You two, though.... your actually TRYING TO DRESS LIKE A COUPLE OF BEES!!! Crimany! You're actually going to make that fury-freak, Crauswell, start to feel right at home.
(Billy shakes his head in dismay.)
*BU*: Normally, this is the part where we'd offer you guys an extra-long chance to look at the E.W.T. Tag-Team Titles so you can dream about them after we beat you. But to tell you the truth, I think we'll just skip that part tonight and go right into kicking your asses.
(With that, Billy and Chocula rush at the Killer Bees. Billy starts exchanging punches with B. Brian Blair, while Chocula takes it to Jim Brunzel and eventually backs him into a corner with his haymakers. As the chaos ensues in the ring, the ref calls for the bell.)
*BELL RINGS*
(Ultimo Chocula's punches eventually drive Jim Brunzel out of the ring. He tumbles through the ropes onto the apron. Ultimo tries to go after him, but the ref intervenes and sends him to his team's corner. Meanwhile, Billy has Brian Blair backed up against the ring ropes. Billy delivers a couple of hard chops to Blair's chest, and then tries to irish whip him across the ring into the far ropes. Blair reverses the whip and Billy goes shooting into the ropes, but comes back and nails Blair with a flying forearm smash. Blair goes down to the canvas. He tries to get back up, but Billy delivers a series of smashes across his back as he does so. Eventually, Blair makes it to his feet, but Billy has him in controll. Billy grabs Blair's head and delivers a couple of knee lifts to his face. On the their knee lift, Blair gets out of Billy's grasp and staggers away checking his mouth for blood. Billy grabs Blair by the hair and drags him into a corner. He slams Blair's face into the top turnbuckle a couple of times, then turns him around and backs him into the corner. Billy drives his shoulder into Blair's midsection a couple of times. He then takes Blair and whips him across the ring into the far corner. Billy follows Blair into the corner and connects with the Monkey Flip out of the corner. Blair lands on his ass in the middle of the ring and Billy poses for a couple moments, looking for approval from the fans. The crowd, however, only greets Billy with a chorus of angry boos and taunts. Billy waves them off and goes back to work on B. Brian Blair, who's trying to stand up. Billy grabs Blair and whips him into the ropes. Blair comes off and Billy nails him with a Hurricanrana-pinning combination....)
1......2...... Jim Brunzel comes into the ring and lays a boot to the side of Billy's head to break up the cover.
(The ref orders Brunzel out of the ring. Billy grabs Blair off the mat and hauls him over to his ring corner. Billy tags in Ultimo Chocula. Chocula comes into the ring as Billy positions Blair with his back in the corner. The two Handsome Boys then begin laying the boots to Blair's midsection. After a couple of seconds, the ref sees whats going on and orders Billy out of the ring. Chocula takes Blair out of the corner. He lifts him up and nails him with a gut-buster across his knee. B. Brian Blair rolls off of Chocula's knee and lands on the ground, clutching his stomach. Chocula takes a moment to flip off the crowd before dropping a quick elbow across the stomach of Blair. Chocula stands Blair back up onto his feet. He twists Blair around for a Rude Awakening-style neckbreaker. At the halfway point, Chocula makes a couple of cocky pelvic thrusts with his hips before finishing the move off. Blair lands on the ground in a heap and rolls out of the ring. Ultimo Chocula turns around and poses for the crowd, who lays into him with a chant of "A**hole!"
While Chocula is posing, however, he doesn't see that Jim Brunzel has come over to where Brian Blair rolled out of the ring. Brunzel reaches into his trunks and pulls out a pair of yellow masks. The Bees each put a mask on so nobody can really tell who is who. Brunzel then rolls into the ring and acts like he's hurt while Blair returns to the ring corner.
Chocula strolls over to where Jim Brunzel is currently kneeling. He reaches down to grab Brunzel by the head, when Brunzel suddenly starts into him with a series of punches to the stomach. Chocula is caught off-guard, and the crowd goes wild as Brunzel fights his way to his feet and starts hammering away on Chocula. Brunzel spins Chocula around, grabs him from behind, and nails him with an atomic drop. Chocula staggers forwards, grabbing his tailbone. Brunzel then rushes him from behind and sends him to the canvas with a clothesline. Brunzel takes Chocula off the canvas. He lifts him up and nails him with a bodyslam near his own corner. He then tags in Brian Blair who climbs to the second rope and nails Chocula with a guilloteen leg-drop across the throat. Blair goes for a cover.....)
1....2....Billy Ubermark comes in and drags Blair off of Chocula.
(Jim Brunzel, who is still in the ring, begins fighting with Billy Ubermark as Ultimo Chocula is picked up by Brian Blair. Blair starts working Chocula over in the nearby ring corner. Brunzel manages to get Billy in the other corner. The Bees set up to whip Billy and Chocula into one another. They go for it, but the Handsome Boys reverse the whips and the Killer Bees run into one another in the middle of the ring. The Bees stagger around the ring, stunned. Chocula grabs the Bee closest to him and nails him with a Sugar Fix as Billy takes the other Bee and connects with the Virgin Sacrafice, then rolls him out of the ring. Chocula rolls on top of his Bee for the cover. The ref can't figure out which Bee was the legal man, so he simply counts the one that's being pinned.)
1......2......3!
*BELL RINGS*
(Billy and Chocula stand in the middle of the ring and raise their hands as Moniqua enters the ring carrying their title belts.)
*ANNOUNCER*: Here are your winners and STILL E.W.T. Tag-Team Champions.... The Handsome Boys Modeling School!
(Chocula rubs the back of his head as he looks at the Killer Bee that is lying in the ring. Suddenly, Chocula drops to one knee and begins ripping the mask off of the Bee. After a few seconds, he gets it off to reveal that its Brian Blair. Chocula looks up at Billy and shouts, "Its just like scratching off a lottery ticket!" before he takes the mask and starts stuffing it down Blair's throat. Blair coughs and gags as Chocula mercilessly jams the mask in his mouth. Once he's done, Chocula stands up and gives Blair a sharp kick in the stomach for good measure. Billy digs down deep and spits a bug lunger on Blair's chest, as well. The two men then take their title belts from Moniqua and hold them up over their heads for the audience to see. The crowd roars with disapproval. Billy and Chocula finally decide to exit the ring. As they do so, they see Jim Brunzel trying to use the ring to help himself stand up. Chocula runs over to him, grabs him, and stands him up all the way. Billy then takes aim and nails him in the face with a super kick. Brunzel goes down to the floor, grabbing his face as the two Handsome Boys walk off with their manager following closely behind. The scene then fades to black.)
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Post by pta on May 16, 2006 15:17:52 GMT -5
Principal Pain appears on the Toomitron, resulting in alot of heat just by doing that. He looks a tad disgruntled... meaning he saw the HBMS rip the P.T.A. apart. He clears his throat.
Pain: Hmmmph... usually I would welcome you all to one of my rants... but this week, I don't have time. So many people to discuss, so many people to reprimand. But I suppose I'll start with... the tag team division. Seems it become quite the interesting scene. With the recent addition of... this so called Sunshine Squad, we know have two very vain young men who seem to have a knack for ripping people's reputations apart! I'll give them this... I'd have thought they wouldn't be able to work a camera themselves. I'd have thought they would have hired some person to do it for them.
The crowd goes ooooooh.
Pain: There's the Prophecy Reborn... hmmmmph. Or maybe I should call them , The Prophecy Never Should've Been Born! There's the Boogie Knights 2k6... or something to that ilk. I have no words for these men. Then there's... well, there the Connection. To think... I used to actually look up to you, being so heartless and destructive in the ring. But now... you've gone soft haven't you? Like many other teams... you've forgotten your roots... and in the end that will cause your swift and utter downfall!
The crowd boos as Pain flashes a smirk.
Pain: Next we have... Generation Pathetech. Congratulations... you're the #1 Contenders for the tag team titles. Good for you. Your friend Spaz holds the EWT Championship. Good for you! Your friend Spyke is competing for the... Backyard Garbage Title... Good for You! Why I say this is good is because... if you ever do win all those title belts, it will just make it even more fun to RIP THEM OUT OF YOUR GRUBBY LITTLE HANDS!
The crowd boos as Pain sneers a bit.
Pain: Then we have... The Midget King and Company. I must say, I respect Mr. Long... he seems like a very vile, arrogant, and smart man. Albeit one that could be measured with a yardstick. And his friend Mr. Big... well, I have a Mr. Bigger!
Pain pats the chest of someone next to him. Of course... it's Canceler... who's looking more pissed off than usual.
Pain: And finally, we come to our opponents this week. The Nyrds. Boys boys boys... you got lucky last week. YOU GOT LUCKY! Suffice it to say... the P.T.A. has never done well in any type of match with an elimination stipulation. Whether it was the PITAR... the recent Maim Event Battle Royal or even last weeks Four Man Team Contenders Match. However... this week you won't have any other teams to hide behind my pasty faced friends. You'll be in that ring against myself and The Canceler. And even with that... new valet of yours, it won't make a difference. Come this week... the Nyrds shall fall and the P.T.A shall reign supreme!
Pain smiles to himself.
Pain: And after that... well, Generation Pathetech, we shall come after you. You can count on it.
The principal laughs a bit... as the screen abruptly cuts off. We fade to a commercial.
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Post by Limey on May 16, 2006 15:21:44 GMT -5
*The lights dim, and begin to strobe as “11th Hour” hits. Moxie makes his way out, and the crowd give him a great reaction. Moxie observes the fans, and then makes his way down to the ring.*
Chimel: The following contest is scheduled for one-fall! Introducing first, from Marshall, Minnesota, weighing in at 212 pounds…he is the “Prophecy’s Soothsayer”, MOXIE!!!
*Moxie gets into the ring, and appeals to the crowd, before taking off his Prophecy T-Shirt, and throwing it into the audience. He then grabs the microphone.*
Moxie: You know…if I had to say something…anything right now, it’d have to be…congratulations. Congratulations to Limey and to “Big Daddy” Gasoline for managing to find a win somehow against me and HitmanMark. But Limey, don’t make any mistake here…I am not going to let you face the HBMS…without first giving you a “friendly reminder”…that I CAN beat you, and that even if you and Gas find a way to get a win against a narcissistic moron and a scrawny pathetic virgin, you will know that the Prophecy Reborn hold more right for the titles that you, and that’s my SPOKEN WORD!
*Moxie pushes the mic into Chimel’s chest, but still gets a great reaction from the crowd, some of whom start a “MOXIE” chant.*
*”RIP” hits, and the crowd again pop as Limey makes his way out. He eyes Moxie from the entranceway, and then makes his way to the ring, slapping the hands of many a fan along the way, but still not taking his eye off Moxie.*
Chimel: Aaaand his opponent, from Liverpool, England, weighing in at 15 stone and representing Generation Tech…LIMEY!!
*Limey gets into the ring, and he and Moxie stare each other down. The ref calls for the bell, and the match is underway.*
*Moxie and Limey begin the match by circling one another, and going in for a lock up…the two try and fight the other off…and Moxie eventually comes out on top, throwing Limey away. Limey falls to the mat, but swiftly nips up as Moxie backs off confidently. Limey and Moxie then go into another lock up…Limey suddenly breaks the lock-up and leaps upward with a dropkick to Moxie…Moxie evades the dropkick by leaning away, meaning Limey falls to the mat, and Moxie capitalises by dropping onto Limey with a front headlock, Angle-style. Limey flails his arms, trying to break the hold, and he eventually gets to his knees, and tries a Northern Lights suplex to Moxie…Moxie counters with a shot to the ribs, making Limey drop Moxie, and Moxie then swiftly hits a Triple H-style knee to the head of Limey! Limey steps back, stunned, and is almost immediately hit with a spinning heel kick from Moxie!*
*Moxie walks over to the prone Limey, and kicks him to his front. Moxie then goes and takes the arm of Limey, dropping onto it with a Fujiwara armbar. Limey is hurt from the hold…but he suddenly rolls forward to his feet, and drops onto the seated Moxie with a Buffalo Sleeper! Moxie tries to fight out of it, and he rises to his feet…Moxie then hops onto Limey with a wheelbarrow, hoping for a wheelbarrow victory roll…Limey releases the sleeper, and catches Moxie with a gutwrench, bringing Moxie to his feet again…Moxie grabs Limey’s arm from behind, and ducks under to go behind Limey with a hammerlock…Limey slides between Moxie’s limbs, making Moxie release the hammerlock, and Limey immediately applies a gutwrench to Moxie, lifting Moxie over his head with a German suplex…Moxie expertly lands on his feet behind Limey, and then rushes over Limey with a leapfrog, running the ropes and hopping over the confused Limey with a sunset flip…Limey struggles against the flip…and drops both knees onto Moxie’s arms, making Moxie withdraw his grip on Limey! Limey then reaches behind him, and takes Moxie’s foot, applying a standing heel hold…Moxie moves his limb, throwing Limey off Moxie’s ankle and to the ropes! Moxie gets to his knees, and ducks down, hoping for a back body drop…Limey rolls over the back of Moxie as Moxie quickly turns, the two have a stand-off to a HUGE ovation from the crowd!!*
*Moxie and Limey then circle each other once more, and Moxie calls for a test of strength. Limey accepts, and the two fight for control. It’s difficult to tell who is coming out on top, as the two appear evenly-matched. Moxie suddenly kicks Limey in the gut, and takes him to the mat with a gutwrench suplex! Limey goes to a seated position on the mat…Moxie somersaults over Limey with a neckbreaker, running the ropes and hitting Limey with a dropkick to the face upon his return! Moxie then takes the limbs of Limey, and jumps over him with a bridging pin!*
1, 2…
*Limey manages to kick out and get to a kneeling position…Moxie immediately capitalises by going for a La Magistral cradle!*
1, 2…
*Limey again kicks out, and gets to a seated position…Moxie wraps his limbs around Limey’s back, and twists Limey around, falling forward for a Gedo Clutch pin!*
1, 2…
*Limey lifts his head up, and quickly gets to his feet as Moxie, now getting frustrated, runs the ropes, and performs a float over to the recovering Limey, falling forward for a Crucifix Bomb!*
1, 2…
*Limey kicks out again and falls to his back as Moxie screams out “DAMMIT!!!” after so many near-falls. The crowd cheers this display as Moxie picks Limey up, and hits an Irish Whip to Limey, sending him to the corner! Moxie then makes the “It’s Over” sign, before going to the ropes, and lifting Limey up to the top…Limey hits an elbow to Moxie’s head, before jumping off the turnbuckle with roll off the back of Moxie, sending Moxie to the corner! Limey then turns, and hits a shoulder block to Moxie, before lifting him to the top rope! Limey then slowly climbs the turnbuckle, applying a gutwrench to Moxie…Limey then hooks his legs around the ropes…and hits a German suplex from the top rope to Moxie! Limey then pulls himself up, and climbs to the top rope, before leaping off with a moonsault…Moxie rolls out of the way, but Limey lands on his feet!! Limey approaches Moxie, but Moxie quickly takes down Limey with a drop toe hold, making Limey strike his head on the second turnbuckle…Moxie then takes him down with a schoolboy cover!*
1, 2…
*Limey kicks out again as Moxie looks to be developing a look of wonder on his face. Moxie actually applauds Limey, although whether this is genuine or sarcastic is unknown, before dropping onto Limey, and locking in the Iron Cross! Limey is caught in the hold as the referee asks him if he wants to quit…Limey refuses as the crowd cheer him on! Limey tries to get to the ropes, dragging his body round to try and get a foot on the ropes…Moxie drops down harder onto Limey’s arms, and pulls furiously at them as Limey cries out in pain…Limey however, shows resilience, and he tries to rise to his feet…Moxie tries to drop onto Limey once more…but Limey counters by throwing Moxie off in a fireman’s carry! Moxie quickly scrambles up as Limey rushes at Moxie! Moxie uses Limey’s momentum to dodge and shove him to the ropes…Limey capitalises by hitting the ropes, and coming off with a springboard float-over, landing behind Moxie! Limey then spins Moxie round, and hits an STO!! The crowd are going wild as Limey then calls for the Twist O’ Lime! Limey picks Limey up…Moxie charges Limey with a running shoulder block, tackling Limey and bull-rushing him into the corner! Moxie tries to rush at Limey with another shoulder tackle…Limey hops up the corner…Moxie suddenly charges up the ropes and captures Limey, taking him off with the ORACLE!! ORACLE CONNECTS!!! Moxie goes for the pin!*
1, 2, 3!
Winner: Moxie!
*The crowd cheers for both athletes and chants “That was awesome!” as Moxie gets to his feet, leaning against the ropes and letting his hand be raised by the ref. Limey slowly gets up, and he and Moxie stare each other down. Moxie then calls for the microphone, and speaks into it as the crowd hush in anticipation.*
Moxie: Limey…
*Moxie pauses as the two men continue staring each other down. Moxie then speaks again.*
Moxie: Congratulations…this time I mean it.
*Moxie extends his hand to Limey, and Limey looks on for a while…before accepting. The two share a short handshake, before Moxie quickly breaks it off, and exits the ring, making his way to the back as Limey looks on, disappointed with his loss, but still honoured that Moxie is showing some great sportsmanship.*
*We fade out to a commercial.*
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