Queen Rosa
Mike the Goon
All hail the queen!
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Post by Queen Rosa on Oct 22, 2006 21:35:34 GMT -5
*Cut to ringside for the next match*
Ring Announcer: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Making her way to the ring, ALEXIS LAREE!
*Alexis Laree heads to the ring, waving to the crowd. "It's My Time" hits next*
RA: And her opponent, from Miami, Florida, QUEEN ROSA!
*Rosa walks out to a big pop, hi-fiving fans. She slides into the ring, climbs the turnbuckle, and makes a title gesture*
The bell rings to start the match. Rosa and Alexis lock up. Alexis slaps on a headlock. Rosa gets to the ropes and whips her. She goes for a hip toss, but Alexis reverses it. Next Alexis hits a dropkick, sending Rosa to the outside. Alexis rolls out of the ring, picks up Rosa, and rolls her back into the ring for a pin.
1... 2...
Rosa kicks out. Alexis picks her up for a bodyslam. She climbs to the second rope and jumps off for a splash, but Rosa moves at the last second. Rosa gets up and plants Alexis with a DDT. She picks her up for a snap suplex. Rosa then runs to the ropes and takes her down with a spinning heel kick. She hits the Lionsault for a cover.
1... 2...
Alexis kicks out. Rosa takes her to the corner and lands some chops and kicks. She goes for her handspring elbow attack, but Alexis blocks it with a kick to the back followed by a bulldog. She goes for a cover.
1... 2...
Rosa kicks out. Alexis picks her up for a backbreaker. She picks her up again for a suplex, but Rosa wiggles her way out. She hits a dragon suplex from behind for a pin.
1... 2...
Alexis kicks out. She runs at Rosa for a clothesline, but Rosa ducks it and hits her with a Capoeira Kick. Rosa then picks up Alexis for the Northern Lights Driver and covers her.
1... 2...
3! *Bell rings*
RA: Here is your winner, QUEEN ROSA!
*Rosa helps Alexis to her feet and shakes her hand out of respect. She then makes another title gesture before heading backstage*
*Cut to a commercial*
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The Line
Patti Mayonnaise
Real Name: Bumkiss. Stanley Bumkiss.
Peanut Butter & JAAAAAMMMM!
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Post by The Line on Oct 22, 2006 22:59:49 GMT -5
Steve Romero is able to catch up with Andy Duke, who is walking out of the commish's officeSteve:Andy, if I may have a moment of your time.... Duke:You may. Steve:Rumors have been running around about you and... Duke:You don't have to say another word. I was just going to announce something. Something major, at least for me. "Insecticidal" Andy Duke, The Extreme Exterminator, has been added to the Toolshed Free-for-all at Symphony of Destruction for the ETW Toolshed Title. This is a big chance for me. Am I guaranteeing a win? No, but there is something I can promise. Somethings going to die! After all, I am "Insecti-CIDAL". Steve: What about you accepting outside bookings? Duke: That is also true. Mr. Duke is broadening his horizons. As of today, I have started accepting bookings from ROS and KPW. You are looking at a future triple crown winner. I would say I am flying high on euphoria, but as we all know, if it flies.....( screen fades to Duke's logo as he finishes line) IT DIES!
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Post by tacotim on Oct 23, 2006 1:11:09 GMT -5
*We go now back to Cletus Quinn's locker room, where he's seated on a metal folding chair, wearing a black hoodie. He pulls down his hood to show stitches in his forehead.*
Cletus: Folks, I have to tell ya...I am sick to my stomach. That sonofab***h Joe One had the nerve to say I was worthless, and then, when he couldn't beat me, he threw a chair at MY FACE. The results of which you see on my forehead. Congratu-f***ing-lations, Joe One, you're really hardcore. And in my eyes, being hardcore means you're worth far less than I could ever be.
And now, I see the EWT Champion...I wanna vomit just calling him that....Maelstrom. He had a match with Spaz....and he couldn't get the job done! If it wasn't for that prick Billy Ubermark, Spaz would be the new Champion! It's clear to me that I've got a responsibility as an athlete, to take the Title away from that sack of s*** myself!
Maelstrom...*gets closer to the camera*...you listen to me. I don't give a f*** if you are bigger than me, if you try to cheat in our match, I will break you! I may have just gotten back to the EWT, but I've worked too hard IN MY LIFE to let some "screwjob" hamper me on my way to success. Let each man stand on his own merits, Maelstrom. Cheap bulls*** tactics are for losers. When you and I get in the ring, I don't want anything but TALENT to decide who wins. Which let's be honest, it'll more than likely be me. After all...my talent...is downright scary!
*Cletus lets out a sinister laugh, as we fade out. Cut to commercial.*
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Post by chanceconfidence on Oct 23, 2006 2:00:36 GMT -5
Chance Confidence groans, holding his head as he heads out to the ring, only to be stopped by the new couple of Sum Guy and Candy Girl, both of them smiling like idiots.
Sum: I'm Sum Guy...
Candy Girl: ... and I'm Candy Girl...
Both: And we are the ultimate interview team!
Chance ignores them, simply staring ahead.
Sum: So Mr. Confidence, how do you feel that not only this week do you have to go another round in the Megadeth, but you also have to go one on one against that Samoa Joe fellow?
Chance groans again, looking at him.
Chance: I'm not scared if that's what you're implying twit! After all, in my dictionary, scared doesn't even exist. Sure... I once called him tubby and sure he's probably gonna try and kill me or something... but I AM NOT SCARED!
Candy: So... Mr. Confidence, how do you feel that not only this week do you have to go another round in the Megadeth, but you also have to go one on one against that Samoa Joe fellow?
Chance looks back up with a rather annoyed look on his face.
Chance: Well there, looks like you found yourself a winner there Sumster.
He simply walks off without answering Candy Girl's question, towards the ring. Sum meanwhile looks back at her.
Sum: So... what exactly did you win?
Cut to the ringside as Sweetest Perfection starts up, Chance seeming to have quickly slipped into his usual robe, heading down to the ring looking annoyed, slipping on that headset of his.
Chance: (Completely Half-Assed) The following contest is blah blah blah. Introducing first, that guy you like...
He does his usual entrance, but not with the usual level of arrogance. Soon after, a kinda generic theme starts up as his opponent stomps out from the backstage, towel around his neck and looking as pissed and angry as ever.
Chance:And introducing my opponent... Samoa Joe. Please don't kill me...
Joe doesn't acknowledge Chance's pleas as he simply enters the ring, walking into the center. Chance removes his robe, reluctantly walking up as well, as the bell rings. Chance immediately gives a quick poke to the eyes, then running off the ropes, coming back with a Spinning Wheel Kick, which simply gets slapped away by an angry Joe. Chance quickly kips up, right into a Lariat! Joe walks over and stomps right across his opponent's face viciously a few times, Chance eventually just rolling right out of the ring, trying to recover. Joe doesn't give him the chance though, running and hitting Suicide Dive to the outside, taking Chance down completely! Confidence groans as Joe simply lifts him back up, rolling him back into the ring. He quickly follows, now dropping a series of quick knees across the throat of his opponent a few times, Chance desperately clutching at the area. Joe simply sits him back up, walking behind and nailing a nasty Backhand Chop, following with a soccer kick to the chest, knocking Chance back on his back, Joe now running off the ropes and coming back with a jumping knee drop! He immediately goes for a cover. 1....2
Chance manages to kick out. Joe doesn't look too happy, lifting Chance back up by the head, now assaulting him a series of open palm slaps, each one bruising Confidence's chest as he staggers back. Eventually Joe lets up, switching to a series of knees, then grabbing a hunched over Confidence and hitting a Rib Breaker, Chance grabbing at the chest as he now lays on the mat. Joe walks over to him, yanking him up and into a Powerbomb, driving him into the mat! He turns it into a pin. 1....2....
Chance once again kicks out, which Samoa Joe uses, grabbing the kicking out legs and turning it into an STF... Chance groaning in pain as he's trapped in this move, Joe eventually switching right into a Cross Face, now pulling back on Chance's skull. He however manages to escape the move, using his legs to flip himself over, now laying on his back as he quickly gets up, looking quite a bit worn already. Joe is back up to his feet, swinging for a chop, which Confidence ducks, now trying to take control, nailing Joe with a series of quicks, focusing on the legs and sides mostly, eventually backing him up into the ropes, whipping him off and charging forward, leaping for his Landing Dropsault, only to get caught in mid air by Joe, who runs forward... Powerbombing him right out of the damn ring! Chance lands hard on the outside, slowly struggling to his feet after a bit, as Joe himself takes a bit of a breather.
Confidence makes it back into the ring before he's able to be counted out. He quickly ascends the turnbuckle, leaping at an unknowing Joe and hitting him in the back of the skull with a Missile Dropkick, sending him stumbling forward! Chance kips up once again, taking advantage as he grabs and plants Joe into the mat with a bulldog, getting back to his feet and running off the ropes, nailing a Springboard Lionsault right atop of his opponent, going for a cover of his own. 1...
JOE Throws him off with ease, Chance landing on his feet, looking a bit amazed. Joe swiftly returns to his feet, running at Chance, who quickly drops him with a Drop Toe Hold. He then gets back up, delivering a double footed stomp right across the back of his opponent, not doing too much with it. He then jumps right over his opponent, landing in front of him and transitioning into a dropkick right to the face! Joe groans slightly, clutching at the area as Confidence gets back to his feet, lifting up Joe and planting him with an Implant DDT to the mat, quickly crawling over and going for a cover. 1....2.
Joe however kicks out once again. Confidence still doesn't look very pleased with this match, as he returns to his feet,dropping down and trying to clinch on a Sleeper Hold. Joe however simply rises up very quickly, with Chance atop of his back. Of course not for long as he simply throws him off, hard. Chance bounces hard off the mat, clutching once again at the torso area, Joe stomping over and yanking him up, dropping him with an Inverted Atomic Drop, quickly running off the ropes and delivering a single footed dropkick right to the face, taking Chance back down to the mat. He then runs back off the ropes, going for a seated senton, which Chance just barely manages to roll out and away from! Joe lands hard on his back, but easily gets back up, Chance following, as soon as he rises up, he nails Joe in the back of the neck with an Enziguri, enough to make him drop to one knee. Chance then gets back up, running forwards and delivering a Shining Wizard right to the face, rolling back up and taking a breather himself now. As soon as Joe starts to rise, Chance quickly whips him off hard into the turnbuckle, running forwards and delivering a pair of jumping knees right to the stomach, Joe staggering back out as Confidence leaps up and plants him face first with a jumping neckbreaker! He crawls over, going for yet another cover. 1....2...
Joe once again kicks out, seeming to be unstoppable. Chance rises back up, leaping back and nailing a rising Joe with a Side Kick, right to the jaw, knocking him back into the turnbuckle. He then backs up, charging and hitting the Infamous One of Kind Original Flipping Stinger Splash in the corner, driving the air right of of Joe, who he grabs and turns around, quickly snapping off a Confidence Breaker! As Joe lays on the mat, Chance charges forwards, leaping up and off the turnbuckle with the Confidence Booster, connecting and immediately going for a cover. 1....2...
3!!!
Chance manages to defeat Joe, quickly rolling out of the ring and exiting.
Chance: And here is your winner... me.
He quickly speeds back up the rampway as Joe sits back up, looking a bit angry he just lost, slamming his fists into the mat.
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Post by The Lach is very tired on Oct 23, 2006 2:23:55 GMT -5
*Spaz is sitting backstage holding an ice pack on his head when Sum Guy & Candy Girl walk up to him.*
SG: I'm some guy & I'm hitting that! *Sum points to Candy Girl who giggles* Spaz, you had Maelstrom right where you wanted him, you were all set to regain the EWT Title when Billy Ubermark showed his disdain for you. What do you have to say?
S: Billy, until now it was all talk. But you crossed a line out there. I was seconds away from becoming a 2 time EWT Champion until you decided to interfere. Your actions will have consequences. I will not stand by & take it! In a way I should thank you. Until now I have been focused on one thing the EWT Title. But now I have a new focus, I have my sights set firmly on you Billy. When you took me out you painted a great big f***ing bullseye on your own chest! I will not stop until I have my vengance! You are jealous of my success. We have been in this company for about the same amount of time. What have you acheived? A mediocre title reign as Tri-State Champion. What have I done? I am a 2 time OX Division Champion! I'm a former EWT World Heavyweight Champion! I held that title for 162 days, the longest reign in recent memory! I was in the main event of f***ing Crap-a-Mania! You are nothing but a jealous little B***h Billy. You complain about how I get my way blah blah blah. I have worked damn hard to done what I have here. I have suffered injuries, I have worked through the pain. I proved to everyone that matters that I deserved to be called a World Champion! YOu have only proved that you don't have what it takes. You have woken something inside of me that has been dormant. You have woken up a part of my being that I have kept buried. I will unleash my hatred upon you Billy. You will wish your mother was a virgin by the time I am finished with you!
CG: Spaz is angry & he wants revenge. I'm Candy Girl & I'm very, very flexible.
*Candy & Sum walk off with big grins on their faces as Spaz is examined by an EMT.*
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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 Oct 23, 2006 10:59:33 GMT -5
(A podium is shown backstage with the EWT logo on the front of it, and several reporters in attendance. Spyke Johannson, dressed casually, but nice, steps up to the podium, setting the Toolshed Title on it.)
Spyke: *muttering, not realizing microphone is on* "Geez, these press conference segments never get over... oh crap, is this thing on? *ahem* Welcome members of the press, I am holding this press conference to answer any questions you guys may have about my "EWT Toolshed Title Free-For-All Invitational Extravaganza at Symphony of Destruction, this Sunday, on Pay-Per-View!" I will now answer any questions!
Man #1: "Hi, Bret Clark, EWT Magazine, umm, what are the rules of this match?"
Spyke: "Excelent question, Mr. Clark. The rules are simple. *pulls out an olde tyme scroll* All participants will start in the ring at the same time. To eliminate someone, you must eliminate them via Pinfall, Submission, Knockout, or Over the Top Rope. There are no DQ's, so weapons may be used. The match will continue until all participants have been eliminated. The last remaining, will be the Toolshed Champion."
Man #2: "Ron Mysterio, Smark of the Month Club Newsletter. Why did you decide to hold this contest?"
Spyke: "Excelent question, Mr. Mysterio. I wanted to do for some of the guys here in EWT, that some of the veterans did for me when I first arrived. I wanted to give some of the unknowns a chance to shine, perhaps get their name out there, and show that they can be a force in EWT."
Woman #1 *Lita, dressed in professional journalist wear*: "Ugh, seriously, you want me to use this name?"
Spyke: "You are being paid."
Lita: "Fine. *ahem* "Hosebeast Guttersnipe, Chicago Tribune. Who will be participating in this match?"
Spyke: *snikering* "Excelent question, Miss *snrk* Guttersnipe. The updated list is as follows:
Myself, Spyke Johannson
Chance Confidence
"Insecticidal" Andy Duke
Ms. White
Liam O'Neill
Coach O'Hare
Renegade
Heiden-Dorf
Chris Indigo
*angered* Marcus "Stylez" Saxton
*calm again* Akira Hashimoto
Joe One
Kevin Storm
Zach Storm
Maxx Awesome
and, Todd Grisham.
More could be added as the day goes on. If anymore people would like to participate, you have until the end of WWE Monday Night Raw tonight.
Man #3: "Sarcus Maxton, Something or Other News. What will you do, when Marcus Saxton beats you?"
Spyke: "Umm, I really don't think that's gonna happen. And, I don't remember inviting you to this press conference."
(Sarcus Maxton takes off his disguise and it's... CHRIS INDIGO?! Spyke looks confused, but is bumrushed by Marcus Saxton, who comes from backstage, and knocks Spyke into the crowd. Spyke hits his head hard on a chair on the way down and stays there. Chris and Marcus smile, and walk off, but Chris approaches the podium real quick.)
Chris: "This press conference is now over."
(Fade to commercial)
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Post by Chrysta on Oct 23, 2006 12:35:29 GMT -5
*Chrysta and Ms. White are walking into the EWT Arena, when they're suddenly stopped by Sum Guy.*
Sum: I'm Sum Guy, and I swallow sunflower seeds with the shell still around it. Right here with me now are the engaged couple of Ms. White and the Ice Queen, Chrysta. So, tell us, Chrysta, your opponent for this week was taken out by your sister, Linda. How does that make you...?
*Chrysta gives a cold expression to Sum.*
Sum: Oh, right, no emotions. Well, do you have any comment on what she said about the upcoming match for SoD?
Chrysta: I do, Sum. Despite our differences, Dear Linda and myself do agree on this match. She and myself were involved in a similar match last year, which nearly killed off the Girl Next Door division. However, unlike my sister, I do not feel, and I use that loosely, any need to retire. But I SHALL make sure I am the dominate Girl Next Door once the match comes to a finish.
Sum: Interesting. And Ms. White, what are your thoughts on the upcoming Toolshed Invitational?
White: Sum, SH!
Chrysta:...I beg pardon?
Sum: Well, apparently Ms. White has signed up to join the match for the Toolshed Championship. Isn't that right?
White: Well, YES...but it was supposed to be a surprise!
Chrysta: Ms. White, I thought we agreed you weren't going to participate in any matches anymore!
White: i know, but I wanted to win the belt and give it to you. I wanted it to be an engagement gift to you!
Chrysta: My dear...you know nothing means more to me than you do...but if you wish to be victorious in this match, and award me the Toolshed belt, so be it.
*Chrysta and Ms. White embrace, and walk off screen.*
Sum: Well, that's it for me. I'm Sum Guy, and I have a funny feeling in my pants right now.
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Post by Banned Member on Oct 23, 2006 14:32:44 GMT -5
*Merc is walking down the hall, and sees Sum Guy who is playing with himself.*
Merc: What the hell are you doing you sick freak!? SG: I'm Sum oooooooooGuy, and I'm jerking the rod after talking to your former love Miss White, and Chrysta about Whites entry into the Tool Shed free for all. So tell me Merc. Why are you leaving EWT?
Merc: Well I just feel lost in the shuffle, and th................What the hell is that smell?
*Merc looks at Sum Guy, and he is wiping his hand on his suit.*
Merc: Wow man that is just gross, and wrong.
SG: Just like Renegade going up for the Toolshed title?
*Merc looks shocked for a sec.*
Merc: That son of a b*** gets a title shot before I even got my rematch for the Tri State title? See This right here is a clear example of why I'm leaving. I'm sick of being over looked. Wait a sec did you say Miss White, and my brother were going to be in that match?
SG: Yes sir!
*Renegade walks up to Merc.*
Rene: Whats up bro?
*Merc slaps Renegade with a hard open hand blow.*
Merc: I hope you do real well in your match, but I swear if you so much as lay a hand on Miss White.......
Rene: Man get over it man you turned her into a...............
*Merc slaps Renegade again, but only harder.*
Merc: Anymore lip, and I will see this as a lack of respect for the brother that has given you everything. Just keep your hands off Miss White!
*Merc walks away leaving a dumbfounded Sum Guy, and Renegade rubbing his Cheek with a angry look on his face.*
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Post by Ultimo Chocula on Oct 23, 2006 14:54:58 GMT -5
Lillian: "The following contest is scheduled for one fall!"
("Sweetest Perfection" comes over the PA and Chance Confidence comes out from the back. His silver robe is open to reveal large red welts from his earlier match with Samoa Joe. Nonetheless he looks just as cocky as usual.)
Lillian: "Introducing first, from...."
(Chance snatches the mic away from Lillian.)
Chance: "I'll handle this thank you. Ladies and gentleman, introducing the greatest wrestler in the world! The biggest star that the EWT will ever produce! The man who is so far beyond excellence that he shouldn't even be in the same building as you mouth breathers! Chance....."
(And he's cut off by the pounding rhythm of "Rockstar". Chance glares up at the ramp insulted as Spyke comes out from the back, holding his head from the earlier attack from Mark Saxton.)
Lillian: "And his partner, from Stockholm Sweden, he is a member of Generation Tech, Spyke Johannson!"
(Spyke gets a great ovation as he walks down the ramp and flips over the ropes to get into the ring. Chance walks up to Spyke and gives him a chest bump, telling him to never cut off his intro again. Spyke ignores him and stretches his neck a little to get some of the feeling back. "Poor And Weird" blares over the speakers and out comes everybody's favorite underachiever.)
Lillian: "And their opponents! First, from Portland Oregon, weighing in at 232lbs, Ultimo Chocula!"
(UC marches out from the back wearing his old school brown tights, modified Chuck Taylors, and his beat up hoodie which he takes off immediately and throws onto the ramp. He slides under the ropes and gets right in the center of the ring. He looks at Chance, then looks at Spyke, and gives both the thumbs down and the razzberry. "He's So Sexy" begins to play and UC rolls his eyes and lets out a loud groan.)
Lillian: "And his partner, being accompanied to the ring by Terri...."
UC: "BOOOOO!!!"
Lillian: "......ummm....right.......Sexy Dynamo!"
(Dynamo walks out from the back with Terri on his arm. He takes his sweet time coming down the ramp as he gestures towards the fans that he is, in fact, God's gift. UC waits impatiently for him to get to the ring. Just as it looks like Dynamo will finally get to the ring there seems to be some commotion in the front row of the crowd. The EWT cameras crane over to see what all the hub bub is about to reveal that Curly Long and Mr. Big have bought off two fans to give up their seats. They sit down, each with a tub of popcorn and a large Cherry Coke, and Curly waves to Terri from his seat, which makes her cringe of course. UC walks over to the ropes and cusses out Curly but that just seems to make the li'l bugger smile even bigger. The bell rings to signal the start of the match.
Spyke starts out first for his team and UC starts for his as Dynamo is more interested in making googly eyes at Terri than wrestling. Spyke and UC circle each other and lock up. UC takes advantage of the already weakened Spyke and drives his knee into the stomach. Spyke doubles over and UC winds his arm up in a wrist lock. Spyke runs over to the ropes, walks up the turnbuckles, flips over UC, and armdrags him over and locks in an armbar. (did that make sense? too bad!) UC struggles up to his feet and hiptosses Spyke, who flips over onto his feet and sends UC over with a hiptoss of his own. Spyke goes to pick UC up but UC pushes Spyke off with his feet and Spyke lands on the canvas. Both men get up and UC is first with a chop across Spyke's chest (Whooooo!) and another (Whooooo!) and then he sends Spyke into the ropes and hits him with a drop kick. Spyke gets up grabbing his chest and UC drives his elbow into his forehead. UC puts Spyke in a front face lock and reaches for the tag but, low and behold, Dynamo isn't paying attention. Dynamo is being all cutsey poo with Terri as UC is screaming at him to make the tag already. Suddenly Spyke flips UC over into a Northern Lights Suplex and goes for the early win.
1.
Too early. UC scrambles up and Spyke is there and pounds him with some fists. Spyke sends UC into the ropes, leapfrogs, hits the ropes himself, and nails UC with a spinning elbow smash. Spyke gives UC a drop toe hold on the rebound and nails him with a Pendulum Elbow to the back of the ol' coconut. Spyke winds up the arm and reaches for the tag to Chance, who takes it and kicks UC in the shoulder. Meanwhile Curly and Big laugh at at UC and shovel more popcorn into their mouths.
Chance picks UC up and bodyslams him to the mat, then bounces off the ropes and lands an elbow drop. Chance poses for the crowd, who give him boos, and gives UC a gutwrench into a shoulder breaker. Chance picks UC up and hits a floatover suplex and hooks the leg.
1....... 2.......
Kickout. Chance sends UC into the corner and charges in with the Infamous Flipping Stinger Splash. UC staggers out of the corner as Chance follows up with that one handed bulldoggy thing that Jericho did and locks in a surfboard with his boot directly in UC back and pulling back on his arms. Chance uses the opportunity to gloat to the crowd who boo him in return, except Curly and Big who are applauding him. Chance breaks the hold simply because he feels like it and tags Spyke. Chance hits UC with a neckbreaker as Spyke launches in with flipping senton onto UC and goes for the win.
1............ 2.............
Kickout. Spyke picks UC up and gives him a Dragon Screw followed up by a Lionsault. Spyke then positions UC up on the top turnbuckles and gets a running start, leaps up and blast his with a Dropsault. UC falls over forward off the turnbuckles and lands face first on the mat. Spyke follows up with an inside cradle to get the win.
1........... 2...........
Another kickout. Spyke sends UC into the ropes and catches him with a hurricanrana and follows with the Pop Lock. UC struggles to get out of the hold as Spyke wrenches back on it. UC calls out to Dynamo to come in a help out but he knows that's a fruitless endeavor as Dynamo is serenading Terri on the outside. Finally, UC figures out a plan and uses his free leg to kick Spyke in the ghoulies, breaking the hold. Spyke hits the deck and UC uses the ropes to stand up. Spyke reaches over and tags in Chance, who runs in and lands an ax handle across UC's back. Chance hits UC with a belly to belly and goes for the win.
1....... 2.........
Kickout. Chance signals to the crowd that he's bored and sets up for the Confidence Breaker. Chance begins to flip but UC stops his momentum and throws Chance down with an Alabama Slammer. Chance grabs his head and lays on the mat as UC gets his wits about him and stomps on Chance a couple of times. UC sends Chance into the ropes and blasts him with a spinning heel kick. Chance scrambles back up and is nailed again with a flying forearm. UC picks Chance up by the hair and hits Chance with a sitdown front suplex. UC turns for a tag to see Dynamo now isn't even on the ring apron anymore but instead is walking with Terri around the ring like some stroll in the park. UC shouts out an expletive and hits the ropes and flies over the top rope. Terri sees this just in time to get out of the way but Dynamo doesn't and he's leveled with a Cannonball Run. UC gets right up into Dynamo's face and gives him the finger. UC turns and sees that he's right in Curly and Big's full view and walks over to the Midget King engaging in full on argument with him. As Curly is shouting at him UC grabs his Cherry Coke and douches him right in the face with it, getting a major pop (no pun intended) in the process. UC gets back into the ring but Chance has recuperated and hits him with a clothesline. Chance tags out to Spyke and he signals for the SwedeDT. Spyke gets his first rotation in when UC shoves Spyke away, who lands on his feet but quickly gets a boot to the stomach. Spyke is doubled over and UC immediately hits him with a Sugar Fix. UC goes for a pin but Chance breaks it up before the first count and punches UC a couple of times. Chance sends UC into the ropes but on the rebound UC leapfrogs over Chance and hits him with the Squid Face. Both Chance and Spyke are laid out on the mat when suddenly Mr. Big leaps over the guard rail with a chair in hand and enters the ring. UC looks at Big and motions for him to take his best shot. Big rears back with the chair and appears like he's about to hit UC but changes direction and hits Chance in the back with the chair. The ref, of course, sees this and calls for the bell.)
Lillian: "Here are your winners, as a result of a disqualification.........Chance Confidence and Spyke Johannson!"
(UC looks ever so pissed and charges in at Big. UC grabs the chair but Big won't let go so there's a bit of a tug of war going on. Meanwhile Curly has grabbed a chair and climbs up to the top turnbuckle behind UC's back. Curly leaps off and blasts UC with a diving chair shot that sends UC down in a heap. Curly and Big stomp away on UC's prone body as the crowd boos. Curly then signals to Big and Big picks UC up in the Shoulder breaker position as Curly climbs back up to the top turnbuckle. Curly leaps off and double stomps UC right in the face and Big just lets go. UC lands on the mat with a thud and there he lays.
On the outside Dynamo and Terri watch this but don't do anything to help. Dynamo waves the whole ordeal off and they turn to leave when Curly whistles and makes lewd gestures at Terri. Dynamo turns and points his finger at him and tells him to shut up. Curly does no such thing and runs to the ringside where he promply ducks down and sticks his head directly up Terri's skirt. Dynamo grabs Curly and picks him up by the collar, screaming at him not to touch his woman. Mr. Big then slams Dynamo in the back with a chair, who let's go of Curly and slumps down to the floor. Big then picks Dynamo up and nails him with the HFD as Curly jumps up and down and screams "Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!" Dynamo clutches his back and rolls around on the floor in pain as Terri rushes over to him to see if he's ok. Curly sees Terri bent over and smiles. He pulls her skirt up and slaps her hard on the ass and then licks his hand. Terri, revolted, pulls her skirt back down and backs away from the learing midget. Curly blows her a kiss and waves goodbye as he and Big make their way up the ramp to a chorus of boos.)
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Post by Ratings on Oct 23, 2006 15:55:14 GMT -5
EWT ARENA
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“Party Starter” by Will Smith begins to play and the crowd gets up from their seats and cheer loudly. Their excitement grows as Spaz—wearing blue jeans and his “Cometh the Hour, Cometh the Man” T-shirt—steps out onto the entrance stage. He acknowledges the cheering crowd and makes his way towards the ring, high-fiving some fans along the way down. He enters the ring and receives the mic from Toni Garcya, who exits the ring, leaving Spaz alone in the ring. The music fades to silence and Spaz pauses while the crowd begins to chant “SPAZ!” before addressing the audience.
Spaz: “You know what I love about this business? You guys! You make us who we are and damn it, I only wish Toom E. Dangerously would give you credit! I held the EWT World Heavyweight Championship for over 160 days and it was you EWT fans who made it one hell of a ride.”
The crowd cheers.
Spaz: “Now last week, I had a chance to have another run… another chance to be EWT champion. I had the chance to take back what Maelstrom took from me and I had it won… I had my fingertips touching that belt… until someone interfered…”
The crowd boos, recalling who the intruder was.
Spaz: “For those who don’t know I’m talking about, I’ll give you hint: he’s the only bloke in the back who has never been laid.”
The crowd laughs.
Spaz: “Billy Ubermark, this little problem you have with me… it’s getting really old, mate. So why don’t we settle this, eh? Better yet, let’s settle this right now! And after I’m done taking you down, Maelstrom, you have something that belongs to me and I’m coming to get it! So Billy, Get your ass out here!”
The crowd cheers as Spaz prepares himself, his eyes beaming at the entrance stage. Suddenly--to the surprise of everyone including Spaz—“Gas Power” begins to play and out comes fellow Generation Tech member, Gasoline. Wearing his wrestling attire and a “Generation Tech”, he makes his way to the ring with mike in hand, while the crowd gives him a respectable ovation. He steps over the ropes a la Kevin Nash and stands in front of the confused Spaz. “Gas Power” fades out and the two maintain their stare for a few moments until Gasoline extends his hand towards his stable mate. Spaz accepts it and the duo share a half-hug (shoulder bump kind of thing). After they break away, Spaz begins to speak.
Spaz: “Gas, what’s up, mate?”
Gasoline: “Spaz, you’re my friend. Hell, you’re like a little brother to me. I respect you and I respect everything you’ve done in this business. I’ll never forget what we’ve done in EWT, I mean—Generation Tech… that’s forever, man. You, me, Spyke and Limey, no matter what happens, Gen Tech is for life, am I right?”
Spaz nods and the crowd cheers; scattered “Gen Tech” chants can be heard throughout the arena.
Gasoline: “Damn right. But Spaz, you’re not the only one who’s got their scope set on Maelstrom.”
The crowd utters, confused about the statement.
Gasoline: “You see, at Crap-a-Mania, when I fought you for the EWT title, we had one hell of a match, man. We gave our best and you came out as the better man… FOR ONE NIGHT. You see, I haven’t forgot about my goal. Crap-a-Mania was a minor setback and I will do anything to become EWT Champion. And Spaz, if I have to go through you to get that title… well… I suggest you get the hell off the road.”
The crowd response to the statement with a mixture of cheers and boos. Spaz looks up at his larger friend with a serious expression.
Spaz: “Well… “Big Daddy”… that road to gold isn’t going to be an easy one, ‘cause there’s a roadblock that’s Aussie made and it won’t back down so easily.”
The crowd cheers while the two continue their stare down, until the tune of Madonna’s “Like a Virgin” grabs their attention. All eyes look to the entrance stage and the audience begins to boo viciously at the sight of Billy “The Virgin” Ubermark. Wearing his wrestling attire and “Anti-Virgin Discrimination” shirt, Billy walks towards the ring with a furious look in his eyes. Upon entering the squared circle, “Like a Virgin” stops playing and Billy glares at the two members of Generation Tech. With microphone in hand, Billy begins to speak.
Billy: “Who do you two think you are!? You come out here saying “Maelstrom this…”, “Maelstrom that…” and “I’m going for Maelstrom’s title”. Well guess what! That title belt should not be around Maelstrom’s waist!”
He points at Spaz.
Billy: “Or YOUR waist!”
Points at Gasoline.
Billy: “Or YOUR waist!”
He points to crowd while he surveys the arena.
Billy: “Or any of YOUR waists for that matter! NO! There’s only one person who deserves to be champion and that is the PURIST athlete in wrestling today, ME! Billy “The Virgin” Ubermark!”
The fans boo his exclamation. Billy tries to resume his tirade but stops and scowls at the “He’s a Virgin” chant that has broken out.
Spaz: “Billy, in case your ears are too pure to hear, you got 20,000 EWT fans saying that you can’t get any.”
The crowd laughs while Billy snaps at his rival.
Billy: “That’s not true! THAT IS NOT TRUE! I can get any one I want…”
Gasoline: (mocking) “Awww… But you’re saving it for that special someone right? I hate to break it you, bud, but I heard Bruce Vilanch is spoken for.”
The crowd continues to laugh as Billy is visibly fuming.
Billy: “And who are you? Another practitioner of virgin discrimination? Are you a virgin?”
Gasoline: “Hey, you don’t get a nickname like “Big Daddy” just because you’re tall.”
The ladies in audience back up that statement with some enjoyable screams.
Billy: “You know what? Forget you! Spaz! You know I had you beat and if it weren’t for “Bizzaro Aquaman”, I would be EWT Champion right now. The Year of the Virgin will occur and there isn’t a damn thing you or anyone else can do about it!”
Suddenly, “Remedy” by Hot Water Music starts to play and out comes Eddie Omega onto the entrance stage, to which the crowd response with a respectable applause. Wearing his wrestling tights and a “Eddie Omega” t-shirt cut into a tank top, Eddie enters the ring with his eyes staring at Spaz and Gasoline. After the music fades out, with mic in hand, Eddie breaks his silence.
Eddie: (to Spaz and Gasoline) “Now I know you two and myself… we’ve had our problems, we’ve had our differences… and we’ve damn sure had our battles. But the days of the PTA are in the past and… I respect the hell out of you two.”
The crowd applauds at the comment, while Billy Ubermark scoffs in disgust and pays little attention to the interaction in the ring.
Eddie: “I may not be sending you any Christmas cards or anything like that, but I respect you. Now, I could continue with the sweet talk, but I’m not here for that. What I’m here for… (Turns to Ubermark) …is you!”
The crowd erupts as Billy looks at Eddie, confused.
Eddie: “You don’t think I’d forget about your little stunt in our tag match you back-stabbing son of a b****! Not only did you cost us a shot at tag team gold, you left me laid out in this very ring! Now I may be a Harvard graduate, I may be an ex member of the PTA, but what I am not Billy is a forgiving man! You and I got have some issues that need to be settled. Ergo, I’m going have to kick your ass.”
He pauses for a second while the crowd cheers.
Eddie: “Now that I think about it. Billy, I know I can kick your ass.” (Turns to Spaz) “And Spaz, I defeated you to become the Ox Division Champion a while back.” (He looks at Gasoline) “And I know that I can take you to your limit as well, big man. So what I’m getting at is that after I take you down, Billy; what the hell, I might as well take down Maelstrom and become the NEW World Champion!”
The crowd roars in approval while Billy and Eddie stare daggers into the other. Just when it looks like tension is reaching a boiling point, “Sexy Guy” begins to play, grabbing everyone’s attention. The four in the ring glare at the entrance stage while the crowd boos at the sight of “The Heartbreak Hitman” Bret Michaels and Sensational Cherry. Dressed in his wrestling/entrance attire, Bret—with microphone in hand—cues the sound team to cut the music and speaks into the mic while heading towards the ring.
Bret: “Well, well, well. Look at what we got here, Cherry: “Three Losers (does the “L” forehead sign) & a Virgin”. You know, you guys can whine and threat and proclaim all you want, but when it comes down to who should be in line for Maelstrom’s title, its Bret Michaels.”
He continues to speak as he and Cherry enter the ring.
Bret: “You see guys, the way I see it, you’ve all had your time hunting for the biggest prize in your business. Me? I’ve done it all: 3-time EWT tag team champion, 2-time Tri-State champion; I held that title for over 4 months. But I’m done with that, I’m not going to settle for second best anymore! From here on out, HBH is gunning for World title gold. And if anyone of you got a problem with that, step up and feel the “muzak”.”
The other four wrestlers stare at HBH for moment until Gasoline breaks the silence.
Gasoline: (snickering) “What’s wrong Bret? Needed a new belt to go after you keep losing your title to Mike Ragnal?”
Bret’s smirk turns into a frown as he glares at Gasoline. Gasoline: (cont.) “Oh and hey Billy, if you want to lose that virginity of yours, now is the perfect time. Just give Cherry a nickel and she’s all yours.”
The crowd laughs while Cherry is miffed about the comment; as is Billy Ubermark. HBH on the other hand is downright outraged.
Bret: “How dare you! Cherry is a lady of class, something you will never have. You know what you are, Gasoline? You’re a leech. Yeah, that’s right, a leech. Throughout your entire career, you’ve been riding the coat tales of rare talent such as myself and lucky bastards like Spaz here. Face facts, Gas: You. Are. Nothing.”
Furious at the remark, Gasoline tries to after Bret, but before any punches can be thrown, “Keep on Liftin’” by DJ Nagureo begins to play and out comes Ratings in his casual attire. The crowd begins to boo while Ratings approaches the ring with mic in hand and addresses the five in the ring.
Ratings: “Gentlemen. GENTLEMEN! Please, restrain yourselves. You are all fighting for something that is out of reach.”
He enters the ring and turns to HBH.
Ratings: “Bret, you are my friend. And I mean no offense towards you when I say this… (Looks at Spaz, Gasoline, Billy and Omega) “You four I could care less about your feelings. Since day 1 of my advent here in EWT, I’ve had only one goal; and that was to become EWT World Champion. I don’t care about the Ox, Tri-State, Toolshed or any other title; I only care about winning the big one. I’ve been here for six months, okay. It took me two months to win the GWE title. It took me ONE night to stand atop of KPW. Six months have been long enough. If there is anyone is deserves to be in line for a title shot, it’s me and…”
Spaz: (interrupting) “Whoa, whoa, whoa. Hold up! That’s your case? You were champion someplace else, so you should be champion here!?”
Ratings: “That pretty much sums it up, yeah.”
There is a pause, until Spaz begins laughing into the microphone, causing Ratings to frown, insulted by Spaz’s attitude.
Spaz: “Ratings, you don’t get it. This isn’t GWE or KPW, this is E.W.T. and if you can’t practice what you preach, then you should get out if you know what’s good for you.”
Ratings approaches the center of the ring, scowling at Spaz.
Ratings: “And what is that suppose to mean?”
Spaz steps forward to the center of ring. Spaz: “It means perhaps you don’t have what it takes to make it here.”
Ratings looks away and takes a deep breath while the crowd cheers at Spaz’s comment. While appearing angry at first, Ratings smirks and turns his head, facing Spaz.
Ratings: (snickering) ““I don’t have what it takes…” That’s what you just said to me, right?”
Spaz nods.
Ratings: “Well… allow me to rebut your statement.”
Just as it looks like Ratings is going to continue to talking, he shocks everyone with a hard slap across the face of Spaz. Spaz touches his sore cheek, seemingly maintaining his composure.
Spaz: (chuckling) “Man, you have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for one of you to do that.”
With that said, Spaz drops his mic and nails Ratings with a right that knocks the socialist flat on his back. Before Spaz can continue the attack, Billy Ubermark charges forwards and blindsides him with a flying forearm shot. Billy tries to follow up with mounted punches, but Eddie Omega rushes and tackles him. Eddie begins feeding Ubermark some mounted punches while HBH and Gasoline begin to duke it out as Cherry retreats from the ring. Gasoline looks like he is getting the upper hand until HBH catches him with an eye-rake. With the big man appearing dazed, HBH bounces himself off the ropes and goes for a charging attack; but before he can do anything, Gasoline surprises him with a big boot to the face that sends HBH over the top rope and to the outside. As Cherry checks on Bret, Ratings sneaks up behind Gasoline and hits him with a low blow. With Gasoline dropping to his knees in pain, Ratings stands up and smirks, admiring his work. Before he can follow up with anything however, a rejuvenated Spaz grabs Ratings by the shoulder and spins him around, facing him. He unleashes some knife-edge chops to the chest that send Ratings staggering backwards against the ropes, where Spaz clotheslines him out of the ring and by HBH. Meanwhile, Billy Ubermark seems to have gotten the upper hand on Eddie Omega. After hitting him with some clubbing blows to the upper back, Ubermark backs up, taunting Omega. However, his confidence takes a nosedive as soon as he feels two unfriendly shadows standing behind him. He turns around and sure enough—there’s Spaz and Gasoline. As they slowly step towards them, Billy begins to back away, pleading for mercy; until he backs into the recovered Eddie Omega. Billy turns and faces Omega, who hits him with a Samoa Joe-like chop to the chest that sends Billy reeling into the direction of Spaz, who hits him with a chest chop a la Chris Benoit. With his chest burning in pain, Billy makes the mistake of staggering towards Gasoline, who takes him down with a huge clothesline. The crowd is fired up as Eddie Omega rallies them to their feet while walking to the left side of the ring, where on the outside a dazed HBH and Ratings slowly begin to stand. Back in the ring, Billy gets back to his feet and at the sight of Gasoline and Spaz, panics and blindly turns to run out of the ring into the arms of Omega, who hits him with an overhead belly-to-belly suplex that sends him out of the ring and crashing down onto Ratings and Michaels. The crowd cheers at the faces who successfully cleared out the heels. The trio stands ready in the ring as Ubermark, HBH and Ratings get back on their feet. They look like their about to charge the ring again until the shouting of a familiar voice can be heard.
Voice: “That’s enough! Dammit, THAT’S ENOUGH!!!”
All eyes look to the entrance stage where Toom E. Dangerously stands, holding a microphone.
Toom E: “This MY show; and the last time I checked, martial law hasn’t been declared and I’ll be damned if it ever will. Not as long as I’m here!”
The six EWT superstars stare at him, regaining their composure from the previous melee.
Toom E: (cont) “However, I did here what you all said regarding the EWT title--as did the EWT Championship Booking Committee—and we have reached a decision on this matter. While I may not agree with some of the factors in this decision, the outcome will benefit you, me and the EWT fans.”
The crowd cheers.
Toom E: “You see, on October 29th, 2006; at Symphony of Destruction—there will be a 6-man match where the winner will get a title shot against either Maelstrom or “Creepshow” Cletus Quinn at the next pay-per-view. And the competitors of that will be...”The Heartbreak Hitman” Bret Michaels…”
The crowd boos as Bret pumps his fist in celebration.
Toom E: (cont) “…Ratings…”
The crowd boos some more as Ratings nods with a twisted grin.
Toom E: (cont) “…Billy “The Virgin” Ubermark…”
The crowd boos furiously as Billy celebrates like he has won the EWT title.
Toom E: (cont) “…Eddie Omega…”
The crowd switches from boos to cheers as Eddie Omega is visibly excited about the announcement.
Toom E: (cont) “…”Big Daddy” Gasoline…”
The crowd cheers louder as Gasoline smirks at hearing his name. Before announcing the last name, however, Toom E appears hesitant; almost dreading about what he is about to say. With a sigh that symbols his swallowed pride, he announces the final competitor.
Toom E: (cont) “…and SPAZ!”
The crowd roars in approval as Spaz maintains a serious expression. Tossing the microphone down in disgust, Toom E returns to the back. The EWT theme music begins to play while the six wrestlers exchange looks, sizing each other up for the upcoming match.
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A “Megadeth” montage airs.
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(FADE OUT)
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Post by teamireland on Oct 23, 2006 17:55:21 GMT -5
*The camera pans over the crowd. Showing various fans in attendance.* Nick Russ: Well, Jerome, the fans sure are out in force for EWT tonight in L.A. Look there's... umm... Rob Schneider? Jerome "The Lord" East: There are much bigger stars than that around, Nick. There in the front row we've got Pauly Shore... Shore: Hey, bu-huuuuudy! East:...and Tom Arnold? Who the hell booked these guys to show up? Toomi you cheapskate! Russ: Hey, it's still better than having the Carter brothers here! Anyway, We've got a match coming up right now.
*"WE FIND THE DEFENDENTS GUILTY!" echoes throughout the arena as America's Most Wanted make their way down the ramp.* Toni "The Garc" Garcya: The following tag-team contest is scheduled for one fall, introducing first, making their way to the ring, being accompanied by Gail Kim, at a combined weight of 463lbs, "Wildcat" Chris Harris, "Cowboy" James Storm, AMERICA'S...MOST...WANTED! *AMW stop on the entrance ramp & do their usual pose as Gail Kim poses next to them & their pyro goes off. They continue on down the ramp as more pyro goes off & James Storm takes a swig from his beer bottle. In Mike Tenay's absence, Harris decides to jaw with some of the audience members. He actually smacks Pauly Shore in the face & gets a huge round of applause.*
*"Amhrán na bhFiann" starts playing signalling the arrival of Team Ireland. The crowd starts booing almost instantly.* Garcya: And their opponents, at a combined weight of 391lbs, being accompanied by Coach O'Hare & "The Celtic Giant" Shane Malone, proudly representing their home country of Ireland, Liam O'Neill & Sean McCann...TEAM IRELAND! *The team pause on their way down the ramp as the green white & gold pyro goes off behind them. O'Hare, as always, is waving his hurley with the tricolour attached. Liam & Aidan get in the ring as does Coach O'Hare, who continues to wave the tricolour around like it's going out of style.*
Russ: Hmmm, Malone's out with them. I guess O'Hare thought that Team Ireland might need a little extra protection in case Chris Evans shows up. East: As well he should. Evans has been insane of late. Ever since Melissa aligned herself with Team Ireland... Russ: That's nonsense. Melissa didn't choose to be with Team Ireland! That big thug Malone lifted her & carried her off like some sort of Cro-Magnon man after he laid out Evans with the "Irish Car Bomb".
*In the ring, meanwhile, there has been action aplenty. Harris & O'Neill started off. They lock up, Harris gets the advantage & works O'Neill around into a hammerlock. O'Neill manages to get Harris into a drop toe hold & tries to tie him up in the "Irish Shamrock Leaf". Before he can lock the hold on, Harris makes a mad crawling dash for his own corner & tags in Storm.* Shore: Do it for The Weasel! East: I wish that idiot would shut up. *Storm hurls his beer bottle at Pauly Shore & misses. Tom Arnold takes a glass bottle to the head instead. Storm shrugs & the crowd cheers it's approval. Storm instantly attempts a Superkick on O'Neill. Liam reacts quickly, catching Storm's foot before it can make contact with his jaw. Liam sends Storm spinning, but Storm manages to hit a discus clothesline on O'Neill. Storm then picks O'Neill up by the hair & sets him up for "The Eye of the Storm". "The Tenessee Cowboy" begins spinning around with O'Neill on his shoulders, eventually letting him go flying off. Storm then makes a tag to "The Wildcat". Harris crouches down readying himself for a spear, but O'Neill dodges at the last second, tagging in McCann in the process. Rather than enter the ring, McCann climbs to the top rope & hits a Ghetto Stomp on Harris. At this, Storm immediately goes running in. As does O'Neill. All four men begin brawling in the ring. Gail Kim slips the handcuffs across the ring to Harris. Harris decks McCann, using the cuffs like knuckle dusters. McCann goes down. Storm lifts O'Neill into a spinebuster position & Harris runs off the ropes as AMW hit the Hart Attack. With O'Neill & McCann both down, Harris scales the ropes. O'Hare leaps on the apron to distract the ref. Malone shakes the ropes & Harris gets crotched. Malone then gets in the ring. Storm drops Sean McCann (who he was holding in position for "The Death Sentence"). But before Storm can react, Malone spears the crap out of him & throws Sean McCann's limp body over Storm's. O'Hare detains Gail Kim as the ref makes the count.*
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3!DING-DING-DING! Garcya: Here are your winners... TEAM IRELAND! *"Amhrán na bhFiann" starts playing & the crowd boo to their heart's content. Malone picks up McCann & O'Neill as he & O'Hare prop them up on their way to the back.*
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Post by Oceanic on Oct 23, 2006 19:27:46 GMT -5
The screen starts out black but slowly fades in to a shot of a lone house, ravaged by time, sitting on top of a hill overlooking the town below it. A dark figure can be seen briefly walking into view before the camera fades to black again only to reveal the text: ARINGHE ROSSE COMING SOON
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Post by Indigocrates on Oct 23, 2006 23:54:52 GMT -5
*Personal Jesus blasts over the speakers, the lights go blue, the main light focuses at the top of the entrance ramp, and Chris Indigo appears at the top of the entrance way, and makes his way to the ring, to a loud chorus of boos*
*Chris enters the ring and grabs a microphone*
Chris Indigo: "You know, when I enterted this city today, I took one look at your fine land, and I can say with all honesty, what a crap hole this town is!"
*Crowd violently boos*
Chris Indigo: "You're probably wondering why I appeared at that press confrence where the participants for the EWT Toolshed Title Free-For-All Invitational Extravaganza were announced. The truth is, Marcus Saxton wasn't the only one a part of that attack that happened before Generation Tech's tag match, and the attack on Generation Tech. I had my hand in the destruction of a mediocre faction, and me and Marcus will be responsible for the destruction of an even more mediocre champion. You see, Marcus and I have the same goal, to be noticed in EWT, and we'll do whatever it takes. I ran into Marcus backstage one night, and we got to talking. Him and I saw eye to eye on a lot of things, probably because we're of similiar height. *laughs*
*crowd not laughing*
Chris Indigo: "Oh what do a bunch of inbred John Cena marks like yourselves know!? That was a quality joke, but it probably went right over your heads. Moving on, the reason we attacked Generation Tech was an answer to our own question: what would it take to get noticed in EWT? Why, attack one of the most well known factions in EWT, but attack every one of they're members except for one: Spyke Johannson. Why'd we single him out? Simple, he's the EWT Toolshed champion, and by singling him out and closing in on him, we'd send both a message to Generation Tech, AND EWT. Why'd he not reveal me, you ask? Spyke thought he'd only be dealing with one of us, he didn't know he'd be dealing with two guys, and Spyke, if you're watching, I have a message for you: what you saw me and Marcus do to that tag team, and to Chance? That was nothing. For you, Symphony of Destruction will be a Requiem for Spyke Johannson..."
*Chris Indigo leaves the ring and heads up the entry way as we cut to the next segment*
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Post by Joel, Mike, Currently...? on Oct 24, 2006 1:19:33 GMT -5
Bobby Cruise: The following contest is a Quarterfinal match in the EWT World Tag Team Title tournament! <cheap pop> It is scheduled for one fall with a 45 minute time limit, and it is, once again, by order of the Commisioner’s office, a No Disqualification, Falls Count Anywhere match! <the crows pops even louder as they know which match they’re ready for>
<“Be Aggressive” by Faith No More hits, as the crowd has a mixed reaction; mostly boo’s, but some holdouts simply refuse to disrespect their old favorites>
BC: Introducing first, being accompanied by Keiko, at a combined weight of 347 pounds, Mike Hodgson, Joel Nelson, TEAM LEOOOOOO.
<The black be-decked TL members march quickly towards the ring; as some fans reach out to slap their hands, they simply pull their arms away angrily. Keiko bounds around the ring a couple of times, laughing at nothing in particular, but eventually joins her men in the ring by rolling under the bottom rope…only after ensuring that the world got a free panty shot. Joel and Mike appear as if they could care less about that, and simply gaze with hardened stares at the entrance ramp as the lights go out. Needless to say, “Clint Eastwood” follows. The three familiar figures appear at the top of the ramp, this time with no ring jackets or any superfluous, non-ring-used gear.>
BC: Their opponents, being accompanied by Auraelia, at a combined weight of 430 pounds, HitmanMark, Moxie, the Prophecy REBORN!
<Unlike the last match, the PR takes a slow, steady approach towards the ring, appealing to the fans along the way, most of whom return the handsign and cheer their approval quite clearly. Moxie even gets a smirk on his face, but HMark’s reaction is different>
Dave Prazak (on commentary): You have to remember, though it might feel like a million years ago, that HitmanMark, for a time, was like a mentor to the former Nyrds. He said then that, despite their lighthearted attitude, the duo had all the makings of a dominant tag team, if they would just have some patience and deal with basically being babies in a man’s world for awhile.
Lenny Leonard (next to DP): Very true, Dave; Mike and Joel are still just 21 and 20, respectively, and, while they ARE former Tag Champions, one could easily have argued that maybe they were just a little while away from being a truly dominant team…unfortunately, they didn’t see things that way, and thus, we have Team LEO.
DP: Meanwhile, on the other side, you’ve got the Prophecy Reborn. They just got out of an absolutely hellacious match with Mercenary and Renegade, under these same stipulations; you figure they’ve gotta be worse for wear.
LL: Yet ANOTHER good observation; you must’ve taken your vitamins this morning, Prazak. It’s definitely clear that Commissioner Toom E. is still not very pleased at both HMark’s seeming disrespect towards him in recent weeks, as well as the former champs’ decision to go off and defend the titles in Japan against Marufuji and KENTA, which is what started this chaos. And what if the PR move on? Will they have to go through this AGAIN if they wish to reach an even more dangerous match, the Megadeth? Not to mention that, IF they win that…they’d still have to beat Team Ireland! If they do make it to Symphony of Destruction, I can’t see how it will be in one piece!
<The ref calls for the bell, but, unlike the last match, neither team makes a quick move. Mike actually walks right into the center of the ring and speaks loudly enough for everyone to hear him.>
MH: We don’t need to get you out of the ring to beat you! We’ll prove who’s best the old fashioned way!
<HMark and Moxie just shrug, and HMark decides to start off. HMark, looking at both men in Team LEO with a disapproving shake of his head, slowly walks forward, hands on his hips. Mike meets him there, and immediately jaws with him.>
MH: Oh, spare the mock disappointment. It’s insulting.
HM: Not half as insulting as you desecrating that CHIKARA symbol with your shirt.
<The jawing gets harder to hear, but more heated. Eventually, Mike looks like he’s ready to fly off the handle…before he just spits in HMark’s face>
<The crowd immediately gets on the LEO member, who turns his head to curse them off. HMark looks down, reaches over, grabs a hanky out of the ref’s pocket to wipe his face…>
SLAP!
<The crowd roars as Mike goes tumbling back, clutching at his face, his cheek already turning red from the force of HMark’s b****slappin’. The crowd informs him that, yes, he has indeed been “b****slapped”. Mike gets right back up and charges HMark, who immediately sidesteps. Mike begins throwing strikes, each of which HMark avoids by simple side-stepping or leaning in different directions. Mike leaps up for a signature leaping kick, but HMark simply knocks the knee away, and grabs Mike as he comes back down. Using only his right arm and standing behind his opponent, HMark manages to put Mike in a hammerlock, but has it so that his arm is wrapped around Mike’s neck, and reaching around to grab his hand for the hammerlock. Joel senses it’s trouble, and runs in…but HMark immediately freezes him with a quick, Kobra Kai-style kick right to the knee, followed by a single foot legsweep. Then, using his free arm and leg, HMark wraps Joel up for an Indian Deathlock. HMark looks around, heres’ the cheers of the crowd…and then bridges back, balancing on his head.>
LL: Oh dear God, look at that!
DP: Let me get this straight…it’s an Indian Deathlock, and a…um…bridged hammerlock with a knee in the back, balanced on the head?
Both: …What?
<The crowd is going bananas for the move, but HMark can’t support it forever, and relinquishes. Both members of LEO roll to the outside, pounding the mat and kicking the guardrail in frustration, while, in the ring, HMark nips up, and, using one hand, loosens up his neck a bit before tagging out to Moxie.>
<Outside the ring, Keiko seems to be saying something quietly to her boys, who, having grown used to her Japanese, know what the story is. Both suddenly look entirely refocused, and get back in the ring. Joel calls off Mike, and can be heard saying he wants Moxie. Mox, for his part, laughs…Mox can be a dick like that sometimes. Just never say that to his face.>
<Immediately, Joel attempts a quick kick to Moxie’s side, but Mox blocks it, and immediately responds with a rapid fire combo of an elbow shot and kick, but Joel, likewise, manages a duck and weave to avoid the blow. Moxie now looks a bit pleasantly surprised, but Joel doesn’t stop, and immediately fires off some quick kicks, followed up with two spinning chops to the side of Moxie’s neck. Mox manages to block those in time, but is still smarting from the kicks, but manages to get off a couple of uppercut attempts. The two men continue like this for almost a full minute, the crowd really getting behind it, when, at long last, they begin connecting with each other as both go for the same kicks at the same time.>
<Both men stop, take deep breaths, and step back; as if reading one another’s minds, they both begin rolling down their kneepads, much to the delight of the crowd. Right away, the war of attrition begins again, as the two throw stiff kicks to the other’s side…then thighs, trying to make the other buckle…then the other’s CHEST, with neither going down. At long last, Joel leaps up with a flying knee attempt, but Moxie ducks it, grabs him from behind, picks him up wheelbarrow style, and goes for a Facebuster…but Joel counters, putting his hands down on the mat to stop his fall, and rolls through, sending Moxie out of the ring! Joel quickly looks to fly out, and hits the ropes…KICK TO THE BACK OF THE HEAD by HMark from the apron! Mike, not too pleased at that, hits the ring, hits a quick forearm on HMark, then charges, leaps, and dives FEET first through the second the top ropes, hitting Moxie with a flying dropkick, sending him crashing into the steel guardrail back-first!>
<Getting back in the ring, Mike drags HMark in, and attempts to go to work. The two begin exchanging blows, but HMark gets off an Irish Whip. He ducks, but Mike rolls over HMark’s back, landing behind him. HMark turns around, Mike goes for a kick, but HMark catches him…enziguri attempt by Mike, but HMark avoids it, and holds onto the leg, and begins setting him up for a Mexican Surfboard! Mike shakes his head “No, no, no!”, but just ask HMark begins pulling back going “WOOOOOAH!”, Joel flies in, steps up onto HMark’s bended knee, and delivers a semi-Shining Wizard! HMark falls back into the ropes, and the LEO boys get up, charge…HMark drops down! But Mike and Joel land on the apron! They each look to be timing something, double springboard perhaps->
Voice: SCREW THAT NOISE!
<CRACK!>
<Mike immediately falls to the outside, clutching his back, and Joel soon falls victim to a Singapore Cane-bearing Moxie. Mox seems to have had enough of trying to have a full-on match, and shakes HMark, telling him to take things to the outside. Each man takes a “partner”, and we’ve got ourselves a Pier Six brawl.>
<Moxie immediately whips Mike over a guardrail, but regrets it, as his ribs are still strained from crashing into those same guardrails just minutes before. Mox climbs over into the crowd after him, jumps up, and hits a quick double stomp on Mike’s chest! Cover!>
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<Not enough. Meanwhile, HMark is throwing fists at Joel’s head, but Joel has other ideas; the smaller man ducks down, and just as HMark swings and misses, Joel grabs him from behind, leaps up, and knees him in the back of the head! HMark staggers, crashing into a row of seats, as Joel picks a chair up, and drives it down onto HMark’s left arm. Joel gets a gleam in his eye, like he’s got himself a new gameplan.>
<Moxie, on the other side, tries for a suplex on Mike into a row of seats, but Mike fights back, blocking him, and looks like he wants to pick Moxie up for a Fisherman’s Buster. He gets him up…Mox drops down! Without a moment’s hesitation, Moxie quickly whips Mike into the exposed row of chairs, sending the LEO member flying and sprawling. Mox quickly goes over to keep working on him, but Mike, from his position on his back on the floor, manages to toss a chair right into Moxie’s face! Cover by Mike!>
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<Too slow. On the other side, HMark has pulled himself back towards ringside, but Joel is in hot pursuit.>
DP: I think it’s clear that HMark is favoring his left arm…just like it’s clear Moxie is favoring his ribs!
LL: I told you! I told you they wouldn’t end up in one piece at this rate, and this is only the second match in the tournament! Who knows if these are new injuries, or maybe minor ones from the first round that have now been exploited?
<Joel catches up to HMark, twists his left arm, and brings it down across his shoulder, attempting to jar it from it’s socket. HMark yells out in pain, and Joel, smiling, jams his arm into the small space in between two of the steel ringside barriers. HMark tries to escape, knowing what’s coming, something he’s done to others before. Joel sizes him up…but actually stops short when Auraelia stands in front of HMark, willing to take the blow for him! Joel doesn’t even flinch, as he knows what’ll come next. Auraelia stares defiantly, but it greeted by a tap on the shoulder, and turns around to see a smiling Keiko. The Japanese girl throws a quick fist…but Auraelia catches it! Unfazed, Keiko quickly throws a high kick, catching Auraelia in the cheek! The dark haired PR member stops short, places a finger by her lip to check for blood…and let’s lose with a wild forearm to Keiko! The crowd erupts as the two girls begin going at it, only to be stopped by the ref, who tries to gain SOME semblance of order. He barely succeeds in separating them, but it’s pretty clear that, before this match is done, there’s going to be more than just the tag match to watch.>
<Lost in all of this, however: HMark is still trapped! Joel gives a laugh, rushes forward, but Hmark catches him with an elbow to the mush. Joel recoils, but comes back; HMark tries to fight him off with kicks, but Joel grabs his head and leaps up, nailing a knee strike to the temple. Joel moves back, runs, and Yakuza kicks the barricade, with HMark’s arm trapped between them! The crowd gasps as HMark’s mouth opens, but no sound comes out; his face just contorts in pain. He manages to get his arm free and shake it out, but Joel rushes forward again…but in a quick moment of fighting spirit, HMark hefts him up, almost Gorilla Press style!>
<Mike and Moxie are actually close by now, and Mike has the upper hand, throwing hard right hands to Moxie’s face, sending the former champ reeling. Mike turns around to gloat…and gets taken down by a flying missle that looks surprisingly like Joel! HMark managed to heft Joel onto Mike, taking both men down! HMark, however, slouches down, his arm in agony, that last move not helping it at all.>
<HMark, letting his arm hang, points at Joel, and yells for Moxie to help him. HMark and Moxie pick Joel up, and HMark, sacrificing his arm even more, tandem suplex Joel into the guardrail, eliciting a huge OOHHHH from the crowd, and causing Joel to scratch as his back, trying to calm down the aching. Joel rolls around on the floor, and HMark grabs at his arm. HMark tries to ignore this, and he and Moxie pick Mike up next. Both stand on either side of Mike, and pick him up under his shoulders and by his pant legs. The plan is to crotch Mike onto the rail, but Mike comes alive, scrambling to keep from losing his testicles, and eventually falls forward, taking Mox and HMark down in a Bulldog, both landing chest first on the rail, part of HMark's shoulder retaining damage as well.>
DP: There it is, Mike still knows what he's doing when it comes to big time moves!
LL: But still, everyone has got to be winded, and I won't be surprised if HMark's arm is about to come out of it's socket.
<Now it's PR's turn to writhe around in agony. All four wrestler, nearly spent, lay on the floor, trying to recover themselves. Auraelia begins calling for her men to get up, and Keiko begins SHRIEKING in Japanese. Crawling back to the ring, Joel rolls to his corner, and Mike stays, while Moxie staggers to his corner, clutching at his chest, while HMark, pushing himself to his feet, groans over his left arm. Mike steadies himself, and HMark snaps himself out of his pain, or at least close to it. Mike puts his hands up, Low-Ki style, and begins closing in on HMark. HMark waves him on, and Mike swings his leg forward, looking for a high aimed kick. HMark backs out of the way, near the ropes to his left. HMark just kind of chuckles, and tells Mike to bring it on again. Mike swings for another kick, and HMark dodges, coming nearer to the ropes. HMark finally screams "COME ON!" and Mike, with all he's worth, kicks forward, but fakes out, putting his foot on the mat. However, HMark still dodges, anticipating the kick, and stands right next to the ropes. Suddenly, Keiko leaps up onto the apron, grabs HMark's arm, and pulls his shoulder down into the ropes, wrapping her legs around it and hanging upside down.>
<Keiko hangs, trying to practically yank HMark's arm out of it's socket. Mike is no help, as he immediately begins to kick HMark's unprotected side with stiff, sharp kicks, as HMark uses his free arm to try and force Keiko off his arm. Moxie comes to the rescue, grabbing Mike by the arm and swinging him around, pulling him down into a Bloodblower. Mike rolls out of the ring again, and Mox follows him, and the two begin to brawl. Auraelia runs around the ring to where Keiko is hanging, and begins kicking upwards, catching Keiko in the chest, but Keiko won't give up. Auraelia finally backs up, and runs at Keiko, bringing her foot up into a SAVAGE Yakuza Kick, and Keiko crumples to the floor, practically out cold.>
<The troubles aren't over yet, as HMark begins massaging his throbbing arm, Joel runs in, hits HMark with a Single Arm DDT, pulls him to the middle of the ring, and locks in what was formerly the Fujiwara Armbar.>
LL: This has GOT to be killing HMark! For God's sake, his arm has taken WAY too much damage in this match, and if it's not somewhere in the aisles by the end of this match, HMark is certainly a better man than I!
<Joel doesn't just lock in the Armbar, he grinds it in, and HMark feels it. Whenever HMark attempts to pull himself to the ropes, Joel cranks back harder on the hold, and HMark's pain is increased, as are his yells of pain. Unbelievably, Joel releases the hold, and HMark appears to try to work his arm back into condition. Joel lets him do so for a minute, then begins stomping on it. Grabbing his arm and pulling it up, Joel unleashes all sorts of stomps to the shoulder, and eventually, Joel falls forward into a kneedrop, directly on the shoulder. Joel pulls HMark over to the nearest turnbuckle (by the left arm, no less) and ascends the top. Joel launches off, in the Lion Star Press, and lands on HMark's shoulder, a'la Paul London to AJ Styles' leg at Night of the Grudges. Joel gets up, and points at HMark again, and once again ascends to the top, and once more comes off with the Lion Star Press, which he completely miss, HMark having rolled out of the way.>
<You're probably wondering what happened to Mike and Moxie. Well, they had been brawling. Moxie, trying to call back upon his more technical skills, tries out the more pure wrestling technique of cracking Mike's skull with a steel chair. Mox rolled Mike up onto the apron, and placed the chair over his upper half, the half sticking out of ring. Mox hops up onto the apron, takes a running start, and jumps into a double foot stomp on Mike's chest, the chair adding more pain. Mike rolls off the apron, clutching his chest, and spasming, all at the same time.>
<HMark rolls Joel over onto his stomach, and locks in the Cattle Mutilation. Showing more of that fighting spirit from earlier on, HMark keeps the hold locked in, despite his dead arm aching as Joel tries to scramble his way out of the hold. Moxie pulls himself into the ring, with the chair he had used earlier. HMark sees Moxie coming, and releases the hold, wanting to know what Moxie has planned. Moxie places the chair near a corner, and drags Joel up the turnbuckle, and the crowd begins to buzz, anticipating what's coming. Mox puts Joel in position, and drops down into the ORACLE DDT ON THE CHAIR!>
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<Mike breaks up the count, stumbling across the ring, and falling down on Moxie. Mike pushes himself to his feet, and as HMark charges into him, Mike catches him with a Superkick. Mimmicking Naomichi Marufuji, Mike grabs HMark for the Shirunai, and hits the Pronounced Lee-Oh, which is the former Life Force Code.>
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<Moxie breaks up the count, and pulls Mike into a DDT position. Suddenly, Joel zooms past him, hits the ropes, and leaps over Mike to land the Busaiku Knee Kick!>
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<HMark breaks up the count, and Mike tries to get revenge for this, but HMark boots him in the stomach, and lands the Dragon Wings!>
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<Joel breaks up the count, after having shoved Moxie out of the ring, under the ropes. Joel helps Mike up, and they both pull HMark to his feet. Mike, shaking himself to life, does the throat cutting motion, and pulls HMark into a powerbomb. Mike keeps him up into the air, and Joel, instead of the lungblower, drives both his knees into HMark's left shoulderblade, hitting a modified Lion Bullet. The crowd's gasps are highly audible.>
DP: They destroyed HMark's left arm. There's no way his arm is of any use anymore. Team LEO has to have killed HMark's arm.
<Joel manages to drive the point home by rolling HMark up into a mahistrol cradle pin.>
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<By a miracle of miracles, Moxie leaps into the ring and breaks up the pin. Everyone in the ring is spent. Keiko is still loopy after being knocked out. The only living people are Prazak, Leonard, the ref, the crowd, and Auraelia. The crowd begins beating on the rails and clapping and stomping in unison, trying to bring the action back to life. Interestingly, HMark is the first to his feet. Joel comes to his feet, and begins throwing forearms at HMark. HMark stumbles with each blow, and Joel backs into the ropes for the kill. Just as Joel approaches him, HMark rips off his elbow pad and throws a TITANIC clothesline, turning Joel inside out. HMark rolls Joel over, and once again locks in the Cattle Mutilation. Joel can barely fight anymore. In fact, soon his frantic swinging arms cease to move. The ref bends down to check on Joel, and begins moving his arm. Nothing. Joel has passed out, and the ref calls for the bell, and the crowd comes alive.>
Bobby Cruise: Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of this match due to knock out, THE PROPHECY REBORN!
PR's music begins to play, and HMark rolls off of Joel. Moxie pulls him out of the ring, and both he and Auraelia support him, helping him to the back, his left arm still aching. In the ring, Mike tries to bring Joel back to life, and Keiko, not quite there yet, lays next to both of her boys.
DP: And that's the end of a great match, but at what cost? HMark's arm has got to be shot, and I don't think Team LEO is willing to let this go!
LL: We'll just have to wait and see where it goes from here, Prazak! Something tells me that the Prophecy Reborn's troubles don't stop here!
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Post by thesunshinesquad on Oct 24, 2006 15:01:33 GMT -5
Jackie Gayda's TNA Theme is heard as we return from commercial, mostly getting a meh reaction from the crowd. Soon after Sinshine and Lollipops starts up on the Toomitron as down to the ring skips her eager opponent.
Announcer: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from the Land of Imagination, weighing in at 159 pounds or so, Dr. Vivian Anemone!
Anemone smiles, waving eagerly to the crowd, who boos in reply, before she enters the ring.
Announcer: And her opponent, from Dallas, Texas, weighing in at 132 pounds, Jackie Gayd...
Vivian doesn't even wait, charging and taking Miss Jackie with a flying Forearm. She quickly nips back up, yanking Jackie to her feet and shoving her into the turnbuckle, assaulting her in the corner with a series of swift European Uppercuts, dazing her further. She sets her atop the turnbuckle, hopping up and snapping off a Frakensteiner, taking Jackie for a loop as she hits the mat hard. Vivian giggles, hoisting her atop the same turnbuckle, leaping off with a Smile High! Gayda doesn't even get a chance to move, but Vivian isn't done yet, rising back to her feet and smiling, grabbing Gayda and yanking her up once again, finishing her off with her Newest Finisher, a Mexican Stretch Bomb Pin, which shall be called from now on the Upside Down Frown. Anyway, the cover. 1....2....
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Vivian finishes Gayda off in an instant.
Announcer: Here is your winner... Dr. Vivian Anemone!
Vivian doesn't stop though, reaching into her pocket and pulling out that same Mystery mask she had from earlier, bending down and proceeding to choke Gayda with the thing wrapped around her neck! The crowd boos, Vivian all smiles, quickly exitting the ring as referees start storming down. Vivian returns the mask to her pocket as she exits, as we fade to commercial.
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Post by teamireland on Oct 24, 2006 17:47:03 GMT -5
*"What's up? Huh. Ah, What's up? You can get with this, or you can get with that, you better come get with this 'cause this is where it's at! What's up? What's up?" Ron Killings comes down the aisle dancing & rapping the whole way & the audience respond in kind. Once in the ring he starts a crazy breakdancing routine.* Toni "The Garc" Garcya: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first weighing in at 230lbs, from Charlotte, North Carolina. RON... "THE TRUTH"... KILLINGS!
*A rocked up version of "Amhrán na bhFiann" hits & Coach O'Hare appears at the entrance way, waving his hurley as always. Shane Malone makes his way out behind the Coach & flexes his pecs a little before the two confidently make their way down the ramp.* Garcya: And his opponent, from Galway, Ireland, weighing in at 297lbs, "The Celtic Giant"... SHANE... MALONE! *The green white & gold pyro explodes behind the two Irishmen, as they continue on down the ramp. Coach O'Hare is whispering in Malone's ear as Malone simply nods & slides into the ring.* DING-DING! *Malone immediately charges at Killings, knocking him over with a monstorus shoulder tackle. Before Killings can get up, Malone lands on him with a Big Splash.* 1...
KICKOUT! *Malone isn't letting up on Killings though. He continues to kick & stomp at Ron like a man possessed. Grabbing Killings by the head, Malone sets "The Truth" up for his delayed Suplex to Powerslam. Malone hits the move & goes for a cover again.*
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KICKOUT! *Somehow, "The Truth" kicks out again! And again Maloen picks him up with a look of rage in his eyes. Malone hefts Killings up into a Fall-Away Slam position & executes the "Gal-A-Way Slam".*
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KICKOUT! *Malone grows more & more frustated by "The Truth's" resiliency. He wanders outside the ring in search oif a chair or some other such weapon. O'Hare tries to dissuade him & the referee begins yelling at him. Still Malone searches for a weapon. He looks in the audience & sees Pauly Shore sitting in the same seat as earlier.* Shore: Hey, bu-huuuudy! *Malone grabs "The Weasel" & tosses Shore into the ring. The *achem* "star" of Bio-Dome scrabbles around the ring before Malone re-enters. Malone advances on Shore again. Shore rummages in his pockets & throws some dollar bills at Malone then goes to cower in the corner. Ron Killings watches on bemusedly. Malone still moves towards the cowering "Weasel" until Shore lashes out & punches Malon in the stomach. Malone barely feels it, of course, but it counts as outside interference, so the ref throws the match out.* DING-DING-DING! Garcya: Here is your winner as the result of a disqualification... SHANE MALONE! *Killings protests with the ref over his decision. But it remains final. The ref exits the ring & "The Truth" takes off after him. Meanwhile, in the ring, Malone shakes hands with Pauly Shore & lifts Shore up on his shoulders in celebration. O'Hare gets in the ring as 3 very evil men celebrate their victory.*
*Commercial Time.*
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Post by HMARK Center on Oct 24, 2006 20:39:31 GMT -5
<Cameras show us the PR, in street clothes; Moxie stands in the background, arms folded, brow furrowed in thought; Auraelia stands to the side, eyes cast downward a bit, rubbing her arm as if in concerned thought. HMark sits on a production box in front, his left arm in a sling.>
HMark: It's barely been a day, and I'm already getting bombed with questions about this <points to left arm>.
Why did I do it? Why did I keep using it, when LEO wasted it? There's a whole tournament left for the Prophecy Reborn to fight, and I just let my petty, over-inflated sense of pride dictate my actions, jeopardizing us in our coming matches.
Or at least that's what some people want to think.
See, there's an old cliche in sports: "Take it one game at a time". To me, the minute you lose focus on the match you're wrestling, the minute you look past your current opponent, don't give him 100% of your complete, undivided attention...that's the moment you find yourself flat on your back for three, or more, seconds.
LEO, I've got to give the devil his due: you two fought like hell. Some people might say you were "playing dirty" going after my arm like that, but, hey...that's the game we play.
With that in mind, I knew full well that our best chance of beating you was to get one of you into a hold you couldn't hope to escape from; trying to get you down for a three count probably would've taken us even longer, and trying to get you to tap would've been quite a challenge...hey, I'm complementing you little ingrates, so enjoy it while it lasts.
Anyway, with that new gameplan in mind, what's the best move in my repetoire to accomplish that goal? Cattle Mutilation. Puts you on your stomach, makes it hard to breath, which makes you lose focus, which makes you forget your ring presence, and eventually makes you pass out.
And, well...I took things one match at a time. I may be hurt, but if I didn't do what I did, then we wouldn't even be talking about the Semi-Finals right now, so I don't regret it a bit.
Besides, <removes sling, moves arm around, albeit somewhat gingerly> doctor told me that there was no muscle damage; bone bruise, slight seperation, but the muscles and ligaments are all intact, so I'm not going anywhere.
Oh, and Toom? Thanks for the challenge. After all these stipulation matches, it's going to make things all the sweeter when I get to see the look in your eyes after Moxie and I take out Team Ireland at Symphony of Destruction, and regain possession of what is still rightly ours: the World Tag Team Titles.
Director (from behind the camera): Ok, cut. Thanks, guys.
HM: Don't mention it. <camera team begins to leave...but footage is still being shot>
Moxie: <stepping forward> Doctor really tell you that?
HM: Don't worry about it. It'll be fine.
Moxie: That's not what I asked you.
HM: <takes a breath> Any damage beyond the bone is minor. He...he's not sure I should get back in the ring yet, but we've still got some time before the Semi's. I'll be fine by then. How about your ribs?
Mox: Better, much better; just hurt sometimes when I laughed after the match yesterday, nothing out of the ordinary. But you take care of that; I'm gonna run, meet up with me at the bar later.
HM: You got it. <starts to put sling back on, but notices something, and turns around> Yes?
Auraelia: <standing there, trying to pick her words carefully> Ok, look; you and I both know you're not going to be one hundred percent in the semis, or maybe even by the time of the Megadeth, when you guys make it. <HMark smiles at the use of "when". Auraelia begins fiddling around a bit with the bottom of the t-shirt she's wearing, clearly a bit nervous about what she has to say> But I think you know that, next round, you guys are probably gonna get stuck in another No DQ match, and you know that it only took two straight matches like that to get you guys all bumped up, and your arm in a sling.
HM: What's your point?
Auraelia: <now a bit frustrated> Do I need to write it down? Look at who you might face in the next round: Midget King and Co., the dWo, Sunshine Squad, Chance Confidence...well, Spyke would probably be honorable, but you get my drift; these guys aren't going to see your arm and avoid hurting it for competition's sake.
HM: I'm fully aware. Remember, I've been around the block a few times; it's not like injuries are anything new.
Aurealia: But-
HM: Don't. Worry. Moxie isn't going to worry, so you shouldn't, either. Now, c'mon, let's go grab some drinks.
Auraelia: I'll catch up with you two; I've gotta make a call.
HM: Cool, see you there.
<Auraelia hangs back, watching her teacher leave. Her face is one of genuine concern, and some trepidation...she starts walking away, but the camera follows from a distance. The camera still sees her from the side, and she's clearly facing a door; she takes a deep breath, composing herself, and knocks curtly, wanting to make sure she's all business. The door opens, and she walks in...as the camera adjusts, we can clearly read the writing on the door.>
"OFFICE OF THE COMMISSIONER: TOOM E. DANGEROUSLY"
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Post by Joel, Mike, Currently...? on Oct 24, 2006 21:08:37 GMT -5
Joel sits in a chair backstage, looking forward, but not into the camera. Mike stands to his side, and Keiko sits on the floor, her head in her hands.
Joel: We lost. We were beaten. Team LEO was to rise from their depths of despair as the Nyrds...and we lost. We were beaten. I commend you HMark. I've always known you were a tough man, but that was beyond what I thought possible of you. I commend you. But I take offense. You give US credit? We're the ones to be commended? Oh please. Don't even try to patronize us. Unlike some of your other opponents, I didn't simply give up to your Dragon Mutilation. You had to kill me to submit. You had to kill me to win. And when we meet again, don't expect the same results. But that's not important for now. What's important...is sweet little Keiko.
Keiko looks up out of her hands.
Joel: Your precious Auraelia hurt her, HMark, Mox. All Keiko wanted to do was help, and your damned wench, your filthy coat wh*re, she nearly gave beautiful Keiko a concussion!
Keiko leaps up to her feet, and runs up to the camera, and begins screaming in Japanese. Her screaming turns into shrieking, and stops to do a throat cutting motion. She silently returns to her seated position, and puts her head down again.
Joel: Prophecy Reborn, if you indeed survive this endeavor, and do manage to steal back your titles, do not expect us to let up, oh no! We're not finished. Not after last night. Never after something like that! We're coming for you, Prophecy Reborn, whether you win those damned titles or not! And if you do indeed survive what Mr. Toom E. has set out for you, well...make no mistake, Mike and myself will take great pride and joy in taking what is most dear to you, and Keiko will join us, your beloved Auraelia's head on a pike!
Joel sits back in his chair, and Mike gets up. He pushes over the camera, and begins cackling.
Joel: Shut up, Mike.
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Post by Curly Long on Oct 25, 2006 5:55:54 GMT -5
*We come back to ringside to find Finkel withthe microphone*
Finkel: This match is scheduled for ONE-FALL and it is a part of the TAG-TEAM ELIMINATION CONETEST TO THE MEGADETH! *DwO music plays* Coming down the aisle, weighing in at a combination of 500 pounds, from Filthadelphia, Pencilvania¡KTHE DORF WORLD ORDER!
*The Dorf World Order come under the CrapTron to cheers. Shelia Hullestadt is being accompanied by Heiden-Dorf and feeds him a pre-match Cheese Sandwich. They all strut down the aisle doing their normal stuff and enter the ring fine. Dorf seems to be still limping in his crotch from the attack by Mr. Big earlier in the week. Dorf grabs the mic.*
Dorf: Ya know ... its been a long time since I actually had cheers. *crowd boo's loudly at Dorf* ...Oh. Ya want me to give it to Heiden-Dorf? *crowd cheers* Well, he AIN'T gonna get it. Ya see, Heiden-Dorf is happy right now. He has a girlfriend, something that 90% of this arena has never heard of or had in their lives to date! *Crowd boo's majestically at Dorf* Oh come on, I DON'T even have a girlfriend currently ... ¡'m one of the 90%! Don't boo me, *Dorf sees Mr. Big and the VLB, Curly Long under the CrapTron, with no music* boo those bastards! *points to Big and Long* ESPECIALLY, THE VLB!
*Crowd heat is bigger for Big and VLB as they strut down the aisle with no music, no attention, no nothing. They seemed to be on a mission as they enter the ring fine. The referee checks weapons on both of them and the DwO. There were no weapons spotted on all four athletes and the referee points to the timekeeper to ring the bell!*
DING! DING! DING!
*The crowd goes ecstatic as its Heiden-Dorf and Curly Long in the ring. Heiden-Dorf lets out a big, hearty grunt and laugh at Curly Long's stature and height...the crowd laughs along, to calm the heat down. Curly Long, going crazy rams toward Heiden-Dorf and tries to take him down, but Long takes himself down. Heiden-Dorf turns around and points and laugh at Curly Long again. All of a sudden, Curly Long gets up, Springboards the ropes and attacks Heiden-Dorf from behind with a CURLY CLUTCH!*
*Crowd BOO'S!*
*Curly did not hold the Cobra Clutch long as Heiden-Dorf is close to Dorf and tags him in. Dorf tries to club the back of Long, but Long continues to make Heiden-Dorf sleepy. Dorf then repeatedly clubs the back of Curly Long to finally release the hold. Curly flies to the ropes to avoid anymore clubbings by Dorf at the time. Curly starts to walk parallel to the ropes, staring at Dorf, going through one corner, then the other and tags in Mr. Big. Mr. Big gives a big, hearty laugh loud enough to make the arena erupt with boo's.*
*The staredown between Dorf and Mr. Big became intense as Dorf pointed to Curly Long with his right shin¡Kpresumably saying 'it ain't over yet buddy' After thirty seconds of staring, Dorf and Mr. Big locked up as Dorf tried to outpower Mr. Big, but to no avail as Big shoves him down. Dorf, in shock gets right back up and tries to figure out how to get a hold of the big guy. He sprints right at Mr. Big in an attempt to use his weight to make him fall¡Kinstead Mr. Big counters into a BLACK-HOLE SLAM! The crowd is in shock at how quick Dorf went down. Curly Long shouts at Mr. Big to cover and does a Lateral Press.*
Referee: 1!
2!
*Dorf barely kicks out! Heiden-Dorf forgot to run-in if he had to save the moment!*
*Mr. Big, upset grunts a loud sigh to get the crowd back to booing the hated VLB and *expletive racist phrase deleted*...gets right up and puts Dorf into the Powerbomb position. He picks up Dorf and CONNECTS WITH THE POWERBOMB! Curly Long claps with glee and delight, while Mr. Big starts to shoot his mouth at Heiden-Dorf. As Mr. Big is done shooting at Heiden-Dorf, Ultimo Chocula suddenly walks slowly down the aisle, getting both the attention of Big and Curly Long.*
*Ultimo Chocula just takes his good 'ole time walking down the aisle, Curly yells at Mr. Big to tag him in and go after Chocula. Tag is made to Curly! Curly goes right to cover Dorf as Ultimo Chocula stops walking forward as Mr. Big starts to walk in his direction!*
Referee: 1!
2!
*Dorf kicks out!*
*Curly Long goes right back into the arsenal with a Camel Clutch applied to Dorf, facing toward the aisle as Chocula does not back down to a Mr. Big stalking right at him. As Chocula gets ready to strike a right at Mr. Big (referee is turned toward the submission), Dorf starts to crawl to Heiden-Dorf, while being in that tough Camel Clutch move. Out of nowhere, Sexy Dynamo attacks from behind on Mr. Big with a Flying, Clubbing Right of his own to Big's neck! Chocula, instead Dropkicks at Mr. Big's knees to get him down.*
CHOCULA: YOU AGAIN?!?! That¡¦s it, I'M LEAVING!
*Chocula then starts to walk away from the aisle and back into his lockeroom. Meanwhile, Dynamo takes a few steps back and hits Mr. Big (still half-way down, thanks to Chocula's Dropkick) WITH A SUPERKICK! MR. BIG IS DOWN! The referee is still turned the other away around! Dynamo starts to look for Chocula and spots him leaving the aisle and tries to follow. The referee finally turns around and sees Mr. Big is down...and the crowd goes crazy as Dorf just makes the tag to Heiden-Dorf! Dorf was still in the Camel Clutch at the time.*
*Heiden-Dorf gets right in and tries to get Curly Long off of Dorf, but Long will not let go! Long attempts a feeble bite at Heiden-Dorf, which scared Heiden-Dorf of his past from sharqz. Sharqz scare Heiden-Dorf, he got bit by one as little ingrate and from that day¡Khe tried to learn the weakness of the Sharqz and he learnt it ten years ago in another similar incident, but this time he had a Cheese Sandwich. Sharqz cannot resist Cheese Sandwiches...and Heiden-Dorf threw the last cheese sandwich he had at the time to save his own life from the Sharqz.*
*Heiden-Dorf thought of giving away the last Cheese Sandwich would attract Curly Long. He presented the Cheese Sandwich in front of Curly Long with its freshest cheese ever...Colby. Curly Long smelled the colby Cheese Sandwich and released Dorf from the Camel Clutch finally. Long started to get incessant as Heiden-Dorf was teasing Curly Long badly....so bad that he was not getting the Cheese Sandwich. Heiden-Dorf was about to give Curly Long the Sandwich, but teased him up so bad that he ate up the Cheese Sandwich up all by himself in one bite. Curly Long became immediately upset and went on to BITE HEIDEN-DORF'S RIGHT SHIN!*
*Heiden-Dorf squeals in pain as Mr. Big and Dorf are still down. Heiden-Dorf limps over to the ropes with Curly Long biting into Heiden-Dorf quite good. This requires the referee to instill the 5 count onto Long to release Heiden-Dorf. At the count of 4, Curly Long finally releases Heiden-Dorf to very clear and noticeable bite marks all over Heiden-Dorf's right shin. Curly Long then goes for a kick into Heiden-Dorf's right shin, knocking the big guy half-way down. Long then runs to the ropes for leverage and flings back to Heiden-Dorf with A FLYING DDT! Heiden-Dorf is DOWN AS CURLY LONG COVERS!*
Referee: 1!
2!
*Heiden-Dorf barely kicks out WITH AUTOR-ITAH!*
*Curly Long runs back at Heiden-Dorf and tries to go for the Camel Clutch onto him, but Heiden-Dorf throws a Stiff Right punch to Long, while down! Curly Long is down. Heiden-Dorf is down. Dorf is down. Mr. Big is outside and down. HEAD ON! APPLY DIRECTLY TO THE FOREHEAD! HEAD ON! APPLY DIRECTLY TO THE FOREHEAD! HEAD ON APPLY DIRECTLY TO THE FOREHEAD! Do you know why? It's time for a proverbial referee count!*
Referee: 1!
2! *Heiden-Dorf starts to stir...Shelia Hullestadt throws an inanimate cheese sandwich in the air into Heiden-Dorf's mouth*
3! *Heiden-Dorf eats the sandwich in one bite and goes up in an instant like its Popeye's spinach*
4! *Heiden-Dorf goes right to Curly Long and makes him stand up, thus sadly ending the referee's proverbial count!*
*Heiden-Dorf runs to the ropes and uses the leverage carry his speed and weight to do the big HEIDEN-BOOT! Heiden-Dorf covers!*
Referee: 1!
2!
*Curly Long kicks out! How the poopy did he do that?!*
*Heiden-Dorf is upset and almost goes into a psycho mode, signaling the crowd what to do? The crowd's pops are massively huge-normous as Heiden-Dorf puts his final verdict onto Curly Long, THUMBS DOWN! Heiden-Dorf puts Curly Long into the predictament with a Powerbomb and ALMOST COMPLETES THE MOVE AS DORF COMES IN OUT OF NOWHERE TO FINISH WITH AN INVERTED 3-DORF! HEIDEN-DORF COVERS! MR. BIG IS UP!!*
Referee: 1! *Mr. Big sees that Curly Long is down and is starts hurry up and get into the ring!*
*Mr. Big starts to run down the aisle, knowing his boss is in danger!*
2! *Mr. Big hits the ring!*
*Mr. Big is jumping in an attempt to hurry up and block the 3 count!*
*Mr. Big is in mid-air trying to do almost anything now, but it appears to be... 3! *Mr. Big hits Heiden-Dorf's back, but its too late and starts to beat him up. Dorf comes in with the save and hits a BIG GERMAN SUPLEX ON MR. BIG! Dorf gets Heiden-Dorf's attention and they both leave the ring with the referee as the Dorf World Order music plays!*
Winners: by pinfall, the DORF WORLD ORDER!
*The winners' hands are raised and elevate the crowd to cheers and other good pops. Whilst Curly Long and Mr. Big just stand there in cursing there luck and the constant interference in there affairs.*
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Post by teamireland on Oct 25, 2006 17:51:22 GMT -5
*Coach O'Hare, Shane Malone & Pauly Shore are all walking along backstage. Marisol Kaneshall runs to catch up with them.* Marisol: Mr. Coachman. What just happened out there between Shane, Ron Killings & Pauly Shore? O'Hare: Well, what with us being in LA this week, Team Ireland have been living the high-life & making connections with big-time Hollywood players. Now that we have the support of a huge star like Pauly Shore, expect to see Team Ireland become a major force outside the wrestling ring as well as inside it. Shore: Ron Killings was just one guy I wanted to piss off. I'm not joining Team Ireland or anything, but these guys have "it". That special something that's needed to become a success. You'll be seeing plenty of them all over the world from now on. Now I gotta blow. See ya later, Coach. *O'Hare & Shore shake hands & Shore walks off making that weird laughing/gargling noise.* O'Hare:[to Marisol] We're going places, love, just wait & see.
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