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Post by Oceanic on Oct 26, 2006 13:46:33 GMT -5
In a room with peeling wall paper and bare brick sits a lone table with a candle, almost burnt all the way down, and a bowl with some old withered fruit. To the left is an open window and a figure begins to walk past when the scene fades to black. ARINGHE ROSSE COMING SOON
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Post by Rick Raskall on Oct 26, 2006 15:35:33 GMT -5
Ultimo Chocula is storming down the hallway after the Midget King and Co./dWo match. Sexy Dynamo follows close behind.
Ultimo: For the last time, quit following me! I'm getting tired of this! Everywhere I go, there you are! I try to eat some McDonald's, there's Dynamo. I try to take a hot shower, there's Dynamo. I try to pleasure myself to pictures of Terri, there's Dynamo! We lost the damn title shot, so we're not partners anymore. So why do you hang around like you've got some kind of degenerate man crush on me?
Dynamo: Oh, Ultimo Chocula, my friend, you do not understand. For we are on the same page. We have similar motives. I, as well, dislike that filthy little midget person Curly Long. Sticky, disgusting little short man.
Ultimo: So what? Everybody hates Curly Long! What's your point?
Dynamo: I say to you, we make very good partners. Why do we not team up and take on this nasty little troll-like menace together?
Ultimo: Nuh-uh! I have had enough of you!
Dynamo: But maybe, if you knew a little secret of mine, you would know why I am doing this. The reason why Curly Long is an enemy of the sexy. The reason I wear...this mask.
Dynamo turns his back to the camera, and pulls his mask up, revealing his face to Ultimo for just a moment, then puts it back on. Ultimo's eyes widen.
Ultimo: Oh. ... OHHHHHHH! Okay then!
Dynamo: You like what you see?
Ultimo: All I know is, Curly's gonna be pretty pissed to see you around here.
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Post by Poker Joker on Oct 26, 2006 22:39:04 GMT -5
(The scene opens up in the L.A. Colluseum with the fans already flocking to the rails. “Like A Virgin” by Madonna eminates from the loudspeakers, and angry shouts pour out of the crowd as Billy “The Virgin” Ubermark makes his way down to the ring.)
*ANNOUNCER*: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from St. Paul, Minnesota, weighing in at 226 pounds,…. Billy “The Virgin” Ubermark!
(Billy Ubermark quickly climbs into the ring. He has a broad smile across his face as he raises his hands over his head, acknowleging the fans as if they were applauding him. His actions only draw more boos. Billy quickly walks across the ring and grabs the microphone from the announcer as his music dies down. He looks over the crowd and waits for them to quiet down a bit before he starts to speak. As he talks, Billy’s smile doesn’t fade from his lips.)
*BU*: Today is one of the greatest days in the history of the E.W.T.! Today, I did something that has needed to be done for quite some time! After being screwed out of a World Title shot by Spaz for the third consecutive time, I took matters into my own hands, and I made damn good and sure that the “Golden Boy” of the E.W.T. didn’t walk away, once more, with something that he doesn’t deserve!
(The crowd erupts with a huge chorus of boos for Billy. In the back, a chant of “Spaz! Spaz! Spaz!” can already be heard to start.)
*BU*: For far too long, Spaz has been coddled by this company! He’s never had to work to earn anything he’s ever obtained here! He’s had title shots handed his way, and easy opponents served up to him like caviar! To put it bluntly, Spaz has had it easy! He’s been given stuff that he truly doesn’t deserve, while people like me are forced to edure the hardships and bigotry that gets thrown at them from every which direction by this company! Well, those days are now over for Spaz! Its time that this company focused on someone who’s EARNED the right to go after the big prize, and who’s EARNED the right to be in its spotlight! Its time this company started to turn its focus on ME!
(Again, Billy gets booed heavily by the fans, but he continues to stand in the ring with a huge smile on his face as he pays them no mind.)
*BU*: And that focus will start to turn this Sunday night at Symphony of Destruction, when I step in the ring with the likes of Bret Michaels, Gasoline, Ratings, that second-rate punk Eddie Omega,.... and last, but not least, the Company Treasure, himself, SPAZ! And once in that ring, I will procede to beat each and everyone one of them like a houe full of red-headed step-children until I am the last man standing in that ring... and I will prove, ONCE AND FOR ALL, that really am the only man in this company who deserves to have the spotlight cast on him. And then, finally..... FINALLY, I will get to claim that prize that Spaz has been denying me for so long…. A rematch for the E.W.T. World Championship!
(Billy looks around at the crowd and nods his head. As he does so, the fans once again ring out in a chorus of boos! Again, in the background, a clear chant of "Spaz! Spaz! Spaz!" can be heard echoing. After a few seconds, Billy looks directly into the camera and begins to speak, again.)
*BU* (still with the cocky smile on his face): And Spaz, I've got just one thing to say to you.... Your time in the spotlight is about to end! Your days on the top of this company are over! We're entering a new age. Its an age where you and I both get what we deserve! Its an age where I finally get to rise to the top of this company's ranks and show everyone exactly why I AM the hottest young superstar this company has ever seen, and its an age where you get to sink down into the gutter like the pile of garbage you REALLY ARE! Its called the Year of the Virgin, and it us upon us!! And mark my words, its going to be a damn good year for me!
(The fans keep on booing Billy as he tosses the microphone aside. Suddenly, Christian Cage’s entrance music starts blasting over the loudspeakers. The fans turn and start cheering the former N.W.A. Champion as he makes his way down to the ring.)
*ANNOUNCER*: And his opponent, making his way to the ring area from Tampa, Florida, weighing in at approximately 227 lbs, CHRISTIAN CAGE!!!
(Christian hams it up for the fans as he gets down by the ring. He climbs up onto the ring apron, turns around and strikes a cocky pose for the audience. Billy Ubermark takes advantage of the moment, however, and rushes at Christian. He connects with a couple of hard forearms to the head of Cage who struggles to keep himself on the ring apron. Billy manages to get Christian Cage to turn around, and then hits him with a Hot Shot that hangs Christian up on the ropes and sends him tumbling to the floor of the arena. The ref quickly calls for the bell.)
*BELL RINGS*
(Christian staggers to his feet off the floor of the arena. As he does so, Billy Ubermark quickly climbs to the top of one of the nearby turnbuckles. He wastes little time in jumping off for a flying clothesline, but Cage dodges out of the way and Billy lands on the floor of the arena, himself in a heap. Cage quickly unleashes his own attack on Billy, delivering a series of hard stomps on Billy’s lower back. Billy struggles to his feet. As he does so, Christian takes him by the hair and throws him into one of the steel railings surrounding the ring, to the delight of the fans. Billy staggers backwards from the railing. Christian Cage takes Billy by the back of the tights and tosses him into the ring. Christian follows Billy into the ring. Billy is trying to stand up. Christian takes Billy from behind and nails him with a pendulum backbreacker across his knee. Billy goes down to the canvas and Christian goes for a quick cover.)
1....2...
(Billy gets a shoulder up. Christian stands up and drops a knee across Billy's face. Billy's legs kick up from the impact. Christian grabs Billy's hair and drags him to a standing position. He whips Billy into the far ropes and catches him with a clothesline. Billy hits the canvas again. Christian stands Billy up and whips him into one of the turnbuckles. Billy hits the corner hard and Christian rushes in after him. Billy, however, gets smart and sticks an elbow back for Christian to run into. Christian gets nailed in the jaw and staggers back. Billy seizes the opportunity and nails Christian with a running Bulldog from behind. Billy lays a couple of boots into Christian's back before sitting him up on his knees. Billy sizes Christian up and hits him with a sitting dropkick to the face. Christian flies backwards. Billy moves Christian into position near the ropes. He jumps onto the middle rope and bounces off to hit Christian with a slingshot legdrop. Billy goes for a cover.
1....2... Christian gets a shoulder up.
Billy stands Christian up. He whips him into the ropes. Christian bounces off of them, and Billy hits him with a flying heel kick. Christian goes down to the canvas. Billy gets on top of Christian and delivers a couple of hard right hands to Christian's face. The ref starts a 5-count for Billy to break the hold, and Billy does so at 4. The ref backs Billy up, admonishing him for using closed fists. As he does so, Christian gets up onto his hands and knees. Billy sees this and nails his dropkick to the ribcage. Christian rolls over in pain. Billy lifts Christian up to his feet. He turns Christian around and hits him with an atomic drop. Christian grabs his back in agony. Billy follows this up with a hard forearm to the small of Christian's back. Christian arches his back in pain. As he does so, Billy grabs him from behind and hits a reversed DDT. Billy goes for another cover.
1....2.... Christian gets a should up, again.
Billy gets frustrated. He stands Christian up and whips him off the ropes. Christian bounces off of them, and Billy nails a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker on him. Again Christian is on the mat. Billy looks out to the crowd with an arrogent smirk on his face and points mockingly at Christian Cage. The crowd responds with boos, and Billy shrugs them off. Billy heads over to the corner and climbs up to the top turnbuckle. He sets up for the Crossfire on Christian and launches himself off, but Christian rolls out of the way. Billy lands squarely on his ass, and rolls around on the canvas in pain to the sheer joy of the fans. The audience comes alive and starts cheering as Christian tries to stand up and recouporate. Finally Christian stands up and waits for Billy to get to his feet. Billy gets to his feet, but is bent over. Christian rushes in and lands a knee-lift to Billy's face that stands him stright up. Billy is staggers backwards grabbing his jaw. Christian grabs Billy from behind and executes his modified neckbreaker that brings the back of Billy's skull down across his knee. Christian goes for a cover.
(1.....2.... Billy gets a shoulder up)
Christian wastes no time in dragging Billy back to his feet. He lands a couple of hard punches before whipping Billy into the turnbuckle. Billy hits hard, and Christian follows it up with a modified Stinger Splash. Billy falls out of the corner and Christian goes for a cover.
1....2... Billy kicks out.
Christian lifts Billy back up to his feet. He drives him back into the corner and hits Billy with a pair of knife-edge chops to the chest. Then Christian climbs up to the second rope and hits Billy with a round kick to the head. Billy bounces out of the corner and staggers around. Christian locks Billy up from behind and hits him with a Russian Leg Sweep. Billy is hurt, but Christian sits him up. Christian goes behind Billy and nails him with a sitting dropkick to the back of the head. Billy lurches forwards, but then falls backwards. Christian sees an opportunity, and climbs up to the top rope. He waits as Billy starts to get to his feet. Once Billy is up, Christian launches himself for an aerial attack, but Billy counters it with a dropkick to Christian's stomach while he's in mid-air. Christian goes down in a heap, and Billy starts trying to regain his second wind. Billy lifts Christian up and nails him with a pair of rolling snap suplexes. Billy goes for a third one, but Christian blocks it. Christian tries to turn the move into a snap suplex of his own, but Billy flips over and lands on his feet. When Christian turns around, Billy quickly grabs him and nails a swinging neckbreaker on the ex-N.W.A. Champ. Christian down and hurt, so Billy uses the time to go to the top ropes. He stands up top and launches himself off into a senton bomb on Christian. Christian flops around on the canvas in pain. Billy goes for another cover.
1....2.... Christian gets another shoulder up.
Billy gets frustrated and slams a fist on the mat. Christian tries to get to his feet, but Billy catches him, delivers a couple blows to the back, and forces him up the rest of the way. Christian suprises Billy with a knee to the stomach as Billy gets him up. Christian then delivers a round kick to the stomach. Christian runs into the ropes and bounces of in an attempt of something, but Billy cuts him short with a side kick to the jaw. Christian falls backwards. Billy climbs up to the top rope again. He positions himself, and quickly nails a moonsault off the top rope, landing right across Christian's chest. Billy lands with such force that he not only hurts Christian, but bounces off, hurting himself. Billy takes a couple seconds to compose himself before going for a cover.
1...2...Christian BARELY gets a shoulder up.
Billy gets extremely frustrated and starts banging on the mat with both fits, almost like he's having a tantrum. He gets to his feet, grabs Christian, and stands him up. Christian catches Billy off-guard. He slips behind Billy, locks him up, and nails German Suplex into a pin. The ref counts.
1....2.... Billy gets out in the nick of time.
(Both Billy and Christian stagger to their feet. Christian, however, is a little quicker than Billy and makes it up first. Billy gets to his feet and tries to shake some of the cobwebs out of his head. As he does so, Christian comes up behind him and sets him up for the Unprettier! Christian has Billy set up and is about to nail the move as the crowd goes wild with anticipation! Suddenly, Billy slips out of the move. He swiftly grabs Christian's head from behind and connects with the Virgin Sacrafice! The crowd's cheers turn to cries of shock and dismay in a matter of seconds. Christian is layed out on the mat from the Virgin Sacrafice, and Billy quickly rolls on top of him for the cover.)
1......2......3!
*Bell rings!*
(Billy stands up off of Christian and staggers a little bit as the ref comes over to raise his hand in victory.)
*ANNOUNCER*: Here is you winner of this match, Billy "THE VIRGIN" Ubermark!
("Like A Virgin" starts playing again, as the crowd continues expresses its anger and hatered towars Billy Ubermark. He snickers for a second before delivering a quick, insulting kick to Christian's ribs that elicits more boos from the fans. Billy steps out of the ring with his theme music blairing over the P.A. system! All around him, the fans boo and heckle him, but Billy pays them no mind as he heads towards with a satisfied smile back on his face. As he does so, the scene fades to black.)
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Post by vivian on Oct 27, 2006 0:04:15 GMT -5
As we zoom in, we see a training room, which seems to be exclusively reserved for the Sunshine Squad, as we notice Sal beating the hell out of one of those little pop up clown things, while Hal is pounding the hell out a huge... teddy bear? Vivian is seen sitting in the corner on a wooden chair, holding Mystery's mask as she watches the two, with a big smile on her face.
Vivian: Well boys, you definitely made me proud out there. First, you beat Two Kewl and now you made the toughest guy in the EWT pass out from pain... that's like nearly next to impossible I'd guess.
Sal delivers a nasty punch, sending the pop up clown sailing through the air and slamming right into a wall, the two simply listening to Anemone's words as they continue to train.
Vivian: And on top of that, you boys are doing exactly as I said, focusing on your training and making sure you guys are both in tip top shape for your Semi Final Match! I mean, you two are gonna have to face one of those three tough teams remaining, including your old pals, the dWo.
Sal and Hal again say nothing, instead focusing on their training, as Sal charges forward, tackling the clown right into the wall, resuming beating on it. Hal has meanwhile, managed to rip open the teddy and is now digging through it with his bare hands, yanking out and throwing stuffing all over the place.
Vivian: Not to mention... there's also that rather unusual team of Chance Confidence and Spyke Johanson, two guys NEITHER of you have ever even faced before! Who knows what they can do in the ring?! I mean, you two could be crushed by those kids!
The Sunshine Squaders say nothing, walking over and taking a pair of Mondo Bottles, lifting up their masks out of sight in the camera and downing the contents in mere seconds, each one letting out a huge belch, before slipping the masks completely back on, taking and crushing the plastic bottles against their heads, Sandman style, before tossing them into a recycling bin nearby. They then walk over to the floor, lifting up a pair of jump ropes and handing them over to two kids left over from that short lived Educational Show of theirs, forcing them to turn and then both of them entering the middle, jumping in this impromptu game of Double Dutch, as Vivian watches, continuing to speak.
Vivian: And perhaps worst of all... no wait, DEFINITELY worst of all, you two may even have to take on that Reborn Prophecy thingy. You know, the former Tag Team Champions... one who NEVER loses Title Matches! Both HALL OF FAMERS!!! BOTH OF THEM QUITE POSSIBLY THE MOST WELL OILED MACHINES THAT ARE WRESTLERS IN THIS WHOLE BLASTED COMPANY!!!
Sal and Hal shrug in simultaneous fashion, as they continue to jump, one of the kids actually beginning to cry.
Kid: I want my mommy!
Vivian immediately snaps back.
Vivian: Quiet you brat or I'll have to introduce you to some of my cannibalish friends!
She scowls again, as the kid immediately starts turning twice as fast, Sal and Hal easily keeping up the pace.
Vivian: And you guys still aren't scared... EXACTLY! That's because you two are the most Synchronized Team in the entire EWT! You breath together, you eat together, you even bathe together!!!
Sal and Hal quickly get a rather disturbed look in their eyes as they realize this, still hopping as Vivian stands up, holding that mask up.
Vivian: And I... well at Symphony of Destruction, I'm gonna finally silence that loony Mystery once and for all! The day she snips my beautiful head of hair with those hedge trimmers of hers is a day that ain't ever gonna come! And after I beat her, I'm gonna take this pretty little mask of hers and RIP IT TO SHREDS RIGHT IN FRONT OF HER BLEEDING LIFELESS MOTIONLESS AND STUNNED FACE!!!
She grins sadistically as she places the mask gingerly upon the chair, walking over as the two Squad members continue their work out, heading over to them and standing in front, reaching out and SLAPPING THEM RIGHT IN THE FACES! Both men stumble to the ground, as she looks down at them angrily.
Vivian: You call that jumping rope?! Try harder... and the next time you fall, you're gonna have to answer to Mr Sledgie...
She walks over to the corner, picking up a sledgehammer lying against the wall, lifting it up with ease and walking it over, swinging it right over the Squad's skulls, barely missing by a half inch. The two immediately hop up and start jumping even faster as she smiles, walking over to a portrait of Mystery, then smashing it to smithereens with that same hammer, sending glass everywhere! She bends down, admiring her handiwork and slinking back over.... sitting in the chair and whistling a happy tune as we fade to a commercial.
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Post by Mystery on Oct 27, 2006 3:12:33 GMT -5
*Christy Hemme is walking backstage in her wrestling attire. Hemme then goes crashing into the wall, as Mystery stands above her with a trashcan.*
Look mommy. Look at what I done. I did it because of you mommy.
I hit a Playboy centerfold. Why? Because she reminds me of you.
Oh, I know your secret now mommy. I know all about it. Before you came to EWT. Before I even laid eyes on you....I laid eyes on you in Playboy mommy. You were in a centerfold.
This is why I don't like you. This is why I don't want to be like you.
My mask is coming home, mommy. My mask is coming home.
And you're going to be bald.
*Mystery crouches down at Hemme & starts cutting away at her hair.*
Darlin dont you go and cut your hair Do you think its gonna make him change? Im just a boy with a new haircut And thats a pretty nice haircut Charge it like a puzzle, hit me wearin muzzles Hesitate to die, look around, around, the second drummers drowned His telephone is found
*Just then, Mystery stops & drops the scissors. A sense of fear comes over her face, as she suddenly cowers in the corner. A cold stare can be seen in her eyes.*
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Post by dorf on Oct 27, 2006 20:08:11 GMT -5
Narrator: The Megadeth... (uses Sum Guy's voice that was previously used from Kingdom of HurtThe Megadeth is the BIGGEST Steel Cage made in EWT history to date. Using 66.6 Tons of Steel to construct the Cage, it has spurred a controversy in the United States to the point of it being illegal. 200 people (mostly illegal immigrants forced to work for free…Toomi Bischoff’s way of putting people to work for suffrage) constructed the cage and three people have perished in the process.*emphasizes* 66.6 TONS of Steel!48 FEET in Diameter!17.5 FEET in Height-HEIGHT!*Camera then zooms to a profound Dorf & Heiden-Dorf* Dorf: 66.6 TONS OF STEEL! 48 FEET OF MISERY...17.5 FEET HIGH! I have suffered the Megadeth before; Heiden-Dorf has suffered the Megadeth before. This ain't no baby steps poop match. *Heiden-Dorf nods stupidilly* Heiden-Dorf: *grunts* OH MY COUSIN...CHEESE SANDWICHFY! Dorf: SUNSHINE SQUAD...! You are next on our rampage for us to get something we never got here to date...a chance to have the precious EWT TAG-TEAM GOLD! Heiden-Dorf: OH MY COUSIN...*sees actual Cheese Sandwich on the ground and drools*....aahhhh. Cheese Sandwich. Dorf: *distracted by the fact Heiden-Dorf sees a Cheese Sandwich on the ground; whistles* YO! After the promo here...you can smack yourself happy with Cheese Sandwich. Where did you get that, anyway? Heiden-Dorf: *grunts* Me found it...on ground. Me think...it smell like...stinky girl...you dated last...erm, week. Dorf: *agitated* Gimmie it! <The Cheese Sandwich had signature of on it. Dorf squeezes the Sandwich and out comes a pink plume of smoke...a taped bit of laughter occurs> S***! RUN AWAY...ITS LAUGHING GAS! *DwO and the camera crew run away to a secluded location to continue the promo* Dorf: SUNSHINE SQUAD! This time you have gone too far. SMILEY SAL! HAPPY HAL! You may have defeated us at the Skies The Limit, you may have played mind games with us throughout the tournament for the #1 contendership for the tag-titles IN THE MEGADETH, but with the CHEESE SANDWICH BOMB...YOU TWO HAVE GONE TOO FAR! Heiden-Dorf: *wimpers*....erm, um...CHEESE SANDWICH? Dorf: See what you did? You ruined him...you ass****s. Now I have to convert him to who he truly is AGAIN, at being Heiden-Dorf, the Cheese Sandwich freak. Heiden-Dorf: *grunts* ....errr....chheese. Dorf: Just for that, DOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!! SUNSHINE SQUAD...OUR NEXT MATCH IS DEDICATED FOR THE TWO OF YOU...TO GET YOUR...JUST DO! Have a nice day. We know we won't, thanks to you. *Dorf drops mic to the ground as the cameraman focused on the broken mic. Camera fades to black, probably for a commerical.*
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Post by HMARK Center on Oct 27, 2006 21:03:16 GMT -5
Bobby Cruise: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome at this time-
<“Rockstar” (Remix) by N.E.R.D. hits the PA as the crowd rises to their feet. Spyke, in all of his glory and bedecked in his usual t-shirt and bright pants,, dances out onto the entrance stage, Toolshed Title worn proudly around his waist, soaking in the fan’s cheers with a bright smile on his face. Behind him, however, is a very prim and not-quite-as-amused Chance Confidence, who’s donning a golf shirt and very nice khakis; however, Chance makes no move to stop Spyke from enjoying himself, and the two make their way down to the ring without any incident at all.>
<Bobby Cruise holds the mic out for the Toolshed Champion; however, before he can do anything, ol’ Chance swoops in, walking between them and grabbing the stick in the process.>
CC: Well if we aren’t down to the nitty gritty! <the crowd begins booing a bit, but still cheer for Spyke> What started out as a wide open field, sixteen whole teams, some of the best tandems the EWT can offer, from established, respected duos to <indicates towards Spyke and himself> randomly put together bands of only the highest-class talent…is now down to the Final Four.
We could reminisce all day, couldn’t we? The epic battles, the titanic tribulations and struggles that each team endured to make it so far, the crucible through which all passed, enough to finally-<has to stop, as the boo’s and chants of “GET ON WITH IT!” ring out through the arena>…Ingrates! I’m taking time out of my VERY busy schedule to give you, the people, the opportunity to be spoken to by the greatest pure talent this, or any other company has ever seen! Have some damn gratitude!
<Spyke, looking to quell the situation, grabs the mic from his part-time partner>
SJ: Hey, hey, Chance, buddy, cool it, man. No need blaming these people if they want to actually hear what we came out here to say…speaking of which, um…what DID you drag me out here for? I mean, there’s this sick new game in the backstage arcade, and I really wanna try it out, and-
CC: <smiling, takes mic back> Oh, Spyke, that’s what I like about you; you love what you do, no matter what it is! Wrestling, dancing, games, you just make the most out of it! And that’s what I’m here to say; I’m here to let the world know that I RESPECT Spyke Johanson! <the crowd murmurs, with some cries of “BULL@$#%!”>
No, really! I do! Who would’ve guessed we’d make it this far? Us, an unlikely tandem, making it further than great established teams, such as Midget King and Co., Team LEO, or even your boys in Generation Tech, Spaz and Gasoline? See, Spyke, I knew all along I had what it took to advance to the end; I’m just proud to have a partner who’s done the same!
SJ: But, Chance, we’re not at the finals yet…plus, you’re weirding me out.
CC: Oh? <feigns ignorance> Oh yeah! How could I have possibly mistaken that! We’re only at the semi-final round, of course. Well, my point stands…I know that I, CHANCE CONFIDENCE, am fully capable of reaching, and conquering, the Megadeth…<makes evil eyes at Spyke> and I sincerely hope I have a partner who can do the same.
<Spyke glares back, not showing an ounce of fear. He just nods his head, clearly mouthing “You better believe I’ve got it.”…Spyke may not like his partner, but he certainly likes the idea of being a double champion>
<Before anything else can happen, the crowd immediately moans as “If You’re Happy and You Know It, Clap Your Hands!” begins to play, and Dr. Vivian and the Sunshine Squad skip down to the ring. Vivian grabs a separate mic as her two charges slide under the ropes, rolling into the ring.>
VA: Now, now, now, boys! What’s all this meanness with you two? See, that’s the problem with teams like you; you don’t know how to really be friends! You don’t know how to get along with one another! A true tag team works together, and wins together! Sal, Hal…isn’t that right?
<Both Sal and Hal rapidly nod their heads, not even thinking of disagreeing with their “keeper”>
VA: See? I told you so! See how much fun Sal and Hal have when they get to work together? Why, they even managed to beat that mean, smelly, dangerous Apeguy, and his boy Rosebud! No small fete, but <her voice, despite her nice words, seems to be taking a nasty, almost violent edge> with the power of teamwork…anything is possible!
SJ: <grabs Chance’s mic> Excuse me, lady, but <turns towards Chance> I know you were just weirding me out before, but YOU <looks back at the Sunshine Squad, and pulls out cellphone> have just about convinced me to call up, hang on, I’ve got ‘em…<speaking to someone on the other end> Hello? Yes, I have an emergency at the EWT Arena, I’d say it looks like, um, yeah, three inmates got out of the looney-bin recently, just wondering if you’ve got any information-
<Chance is already laughing, an arm across his side, but the Sunshine Squad isn’t amused…they advance on the unlikely team, seemingly ready to knock them silly (or happy, for that matter), when…“Tear Away” by Drowning Pool hits the PA, and the crowd rises to their feet!>
Dorf: <walking down with a mic> HOOOOOOLD ON THERE!
<As Heiden-Dorf enters the frame, the camera begins darting around the Arena, where signs are ample: one sign has the dWo holding the Tag Titles, but the belts are decorated with golden Cheese Sandwiches. Another section sees a row of teenage guys, all shirtless, with “H-E-I-D-E-N- - -D-O-R-F” written on their chests, as each guy also genuflects towards their dairy and wheat-inclined god. Finally, a large banner, not unlike the “WOO!” banner at MSG during Wrestlemania XX, simply says “CHEEEEEEEESE SANDWHICH!” going around the upper level of the arena.>
Dorf: <stepping into the ring> Oh, we’re certainly down to the “elite”, alright; a couple of overgrown special ed cases, and a team of two guys who couldn’t stand each other if-…HEY! GET IN HERE!
<Dorf is temporarily distracted, as Heiden-Dorf continues to march around the ringside area; he goes to one fan, who hands him a slice of bread. The next offers some Kraft Singles American Cheese, which the big man gladly accepts. Just as he’s about to get his next slice of bread, Dorf yells at him. Thinking quick (or, at least, as quickly as he’s capable of), Heiden-Dorf quickly shoves the sandwhich into his mouth, and bounds into the ring.>
Dorf: That’s better! Now, as for you two sorry cases, you both seem all set to punch your tickets to the Megadeth. Well, guess what?! NEITHER of you have even BEEN in a Megadeth match! Huh? Well, have ya? Haha, nope! Didn’t think so!
See, Heiden-dorf and I, we’ve braved the steel before, we’ve felt the pain and agony that that structure brings. And we know that, deep down, guys like you FEAR it…and that means that, while you’re trying to wrestle your Semi-Final matches, that fear will be in the back of your minds, eating at you, hurting your performance, and <looks at Sunshine Squad, their opponents in the semi’s> making OUR chances of advancing THAT much better. <Hal and Sal each bring their hands to their faces, somewhat concerned…they hadn’t thought of that before! They turn towards Dr. Vivian, who only gives them a stern look, which seems to say “Brighten up, or I’ll have to smack you.” Spyke and Chance, meanwhile, don’t seem terribly impressed; in fact, Chance is leaning against the ropes, relaxing, blowing Dorf off, while Spyke has leapt up in a corner, and reclines, Shawn Michaels style.>
So, what’dya think, Heiden-Dorf?
HD: <crowd ready to pop> OOOOOOH, MY COUSIN! <reaches into pants, pulls out ANOTHER sandwhich, and the crowd says the words with him> CHEEEEEEEEEEEEESE SANDWHICH!
<the crowd roars as Heiden-Dorf digs into the sandwhich; Chance looks utterly appalled that he’d eat something out of his pants, while Spyke kind of laughs, and Dorf tries to ignore it.>
Dorf: <continuing> Oh, and Sunshine boys? You think that little sandwhich bomb is going to throw us off our game? It’s like I said; we don’t know fear here! We’re not afraid of the Megadeth, so we’re not afraid of you! In fact, I’d like to see ONE other team that doesn’t fear the-
<Immediately, the lights go down and “Never Let Me Down Again” begins playing, as the crowd immediately rises again. As “Clint Eastwood” plays, the entire Prophecy Reborn enters, still in street clothes. HMark, in a button down shirt and nice jeans, is using his clothing to hide his taped up left arm and shoulder, but Moxie, in his usual suit pants, but also donning a nice button down, is staring daggers at the teams in the ring.>
Moxie: <with mic> Did somebody say “fear”? <crowd pops> If there’s ANYTHING that anybody here needs to fear, it’s the fact that, two rounds and twelve eliminated teams later, the single most polished, well-oiled, and refined machination of brutality that the EWT has ever had is STILL standing, and ready to take back what is rightly there’s! <as he speaks, they move their way towards the ring>
Chance: <using his mic> Very dramatic, points for presentation, but remind me…<indicates towards HMark> isn’t that “well-oiled machine” partially maimed?
<The Sunshine Squad, who had been staring down the PR, now begins to giggle a bit, as everyone can see HMark’s injury>
Mox: What, that? You think he hasn’t come back from worse? This guy’s done more in a year’s worth than most people have done in a career, and you think a bone bruise is gonna stop him? Face it, ALL of you…you are OUTCLASSED. We’re going to right the wrongs done to us, and take back our World Titles. Not that they’d even be World Titles, if not for us.
<Dorf steps up now>
Dorf: Oh, please; it’s not our faults you bailed out on your contracted commitments to go galavanting around Japan like a couple of wanna-be gaijin supermen! You made this little crap-storm for yourselves, and if we get you in the Megadeth, then it’ll be a storm you won’t survive in one piece.
Spyke: <now grabbing a mic> Hey, let’s get it straight; they’re not making the finals…no offense, fellas, but, right now, you’re in my way of being a double champion. I’ve never been a greedy person or anything, but you better believe I’m not letting a chance like this slip by.
HMark: <walks up to Spyke> Well look-ee here…another member of Generation Tech. No offense taken, kid…but not only are you in our way, but we’ve still got a bit of a, well, “friendly rivalry” going with your band of brothers, so I think it’s safe to say that we’re more than looking forward-
<Everyone in the ring throws their arms up in the air in exasperation as “Be Agreesive” by Faith No More hits…what’s Team LEO doing here?!>
Mike Hodgson: Hey, yeah, all of you, the party in the ring; sorry to make an unscheduled stop, but, hey, Prophecy Reborn, just wanted to drop a message off to you. Don’t suppose you heard that, this round, you’re not in a “No DQ” style match?
<HMark and Moxie smile>
MH: Um, Auraelia? Did you tell them how?
<Those smiles fade, as Auraelia looks down at the mat Keiko can already be heard laughing hysterically from the top of the entrance ramp>
Joel Nelson: Oh, we saw, girlie. We saw you go to Toom’s office. How’d you beg your case, huh? Did you plead for them? Did you beg for Toom not to put HMark’s poor little arm in any serious danger? Did you get down on the ground, and-
Moxie: Shut. Your @#$%ING. MOUTHS. <HMark quickly tries to hold him back. In the ring, Dr. Vivian even begins laughing more, and the sounds of her laughter are mixing with Keiko’s, causing everyone else in the ring to get very, very disturbed looks on their faces. The scene is quickly growing even more tense, and each man takes a defensive stance…except for Heiden-Dorf, who continues to nibble like a mouse on yet another Cheese Sandwich>
HM: <to Auraelia> Is it true?
Auraelia: <looking up> …Yes. Yes, I did it. I was scared to death of what another match like that would do to you, and-
HM: <angrily> What did he make you do to get it?!
<Keiko, still on top of the ramp, is now doubled over on the floor laughing>
Auraelia: <not afraid to answer, looks HMark right in the eye> Don’t get over-protective of me. I know I’ve been your student for a long time now, but I can take care of myself. <looks towards Team LEO> If you must know…yes. There was something I had to do to get the stipulation removed. And that was…to agree to facing Keiko in the very near future.
<LEO looks very satisfied>
Auraelia: But I didn’t get THAT without cutting another deal, either! I’ll face Keiko, one-on-one…if security bars Team LEO from interfering in ANY Prophecy Reborn match during the rest of the tournament, under penalty of a triple firing!
<LEO looks…NOT satisfied>
Dr. Vivian: EXCUUUUUUSE ME! This is all real exciting and everything, but <looking at LEO> YOU’RE not in this round!
Chance: For ONCE, this woman makes a good point. I say we-
<Yet ANOTHER interruption! This time, the Toomitron comes alive with laughter, as the massive face of Coach Pat O’Hare appears! His boys, O’Neill and McCann, stand behind him, but, unlike him, their faces are stern.>
Coach: Oh, you bunch of twits are a laugh! Actually, it probably wouldn’t even be this funny, if the whole damn thing weren’t so pathetic! Here you all are, however the hell many there are of you, going on, and on, and ON about being World Tag Team Champions, about fighting one another, about how you’ll “conquer the Megadeth”, all that wonderful fluff…and yet NONE of you even have a prayer in all of St. Peter’s heaven of even getting a whiff of that gold!
Look at you! Semi-Finals, then the Megadeth AND Team Ireland <slaps the chests of O’Neill and McCann, who look pumped> in one night?! How could you possibly hope to win! It’s over, EWT; the good citizens of our Emerald homeland will soon feel true Celtic pride, when we return home triumphant heroes, with the EWT World Tag Team Titles. And it’s all because…
All Three: YOU WILL NEVER. BEAT. THE-
HMark: <interrupting> Oh, screw this, O’Hare! Shut the @#$% up before I shove that hurley so far up your ass, you start spitting the tri-colors. <crowd pop…O’Hare’s face turns indignant>
Spyke: Yeah, I’ve had about enough of all this…my feet are falling asleep, for God’s sake!
Moxie: That’s not all that’s gonna be numb when we get done with you-
Chance: Huh, good one! …HEY, wait a minute, you’re facing ME!
Dr. Vivian: Well DUUUUUH!
Dorf: Oh, can it, witch!
Vivian: Wha-? That…that wasn’t very nice!
Mike Hodgson (still on the top of the ramp): No…it wasn’t. DEAL WITH IT!
Heiden-Dorf: .Me…want to go to store…buy…blue-vein cheddar for sandwich…parmesan…
<Without another word, Hal and Sal leap atop Heiden-Dorf, trying to level him. Immediately, Dorf dives in, attempting to save his partner. Chance takes the chance to stomp a boot onto Dorf’s head; Spyke goes to admonish him, but inadvertently steps in the way of an oncoming Moxie charging boot! Spyke gets up and responds by flying at Moxie, while, at the top of the ramp, Team LEO charges! They immediately try to drag HMark down to get his arm, but HMark fights them off, takes off his shirt, and begins un-taping his injured body parts, using the tape to strangle whoever he can get his hands on! Meanwhile, Sal and Hal are unwittingly punching at nothing, as Heiden-Dorf somehow managed to escape without them seeing him! HD goes after them, but Chance gets in his way, and the two begin exchanging blows, which HD quickly gets the upper hand in. Outside the ring, refs try to break up Auraelia and Keiko, who are throwing vicious blows at one another, while, in the ring, security, not even able to actually get in the ring itself, begin grabbing at people’s feet, trying to stop the chaos.>
<The situation is positively hopeless, but only two things are evident: the Toomi-Tron, where Team Ireland once again begins laughing, making plans for their now-seemingly inevitable Tag Title victory, and a lone figure at the top of the ramp…Toom E. Dangerously, who just shakes his head, but can’t help a smile.>
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Post by Virus aka Captain No-Nuts on Oct 28, 2006 2:03:51 GMT -5
(We fade back from commercial into...)
Voice-over: This EWT REWIND is brought to you by Outbreak: The Best of Virus Vol. 1, coming soon to EWTShop.com!
(We are in the EWT arena. The text shows that what we are seeing occurred during the last taping of HeatVelocityImpact. Virus is standing over a downed Kevin Nash, victorious as Heaven's a Lie is playing over the PA system, Virus gives a roar to the crowd as suddenly, but expectedly, the static comes in again. Virus looks to the CrapTron in exasperation.)
Static Voice: Go back... to the beginning... because there you will find the end.
(A symbol cuts through the static. It appears to be a snake wrapping around an infinity symbol, fangs bared. Virus is standing in the ring shocked as the symbol remains for a few seconds, then cuts out back to Virus's music.)
END REWIND
(We fade to the locker room. A TV in the background, muted, shows the live feed of the ringside area, where the many tag teams are STILL duking it out. Virus is watching a TV of his own right now, and before we can discern what he may be watching, he pauses it and dials a number on his cell-phone.)
Voice on phone: Hello?
Virus: Hey, Ted.
Ted: You know, Virus, you never did learn to treat me with the respect I deserve, did you?
Virus *chuckling*: Nope. Anyway, how's it been going since the last time we talked?
Ted: Pretty good. We've lost a few guys here and there since you left, but we're doing better than I expected to.
(Virus nods nervously, even though Ted can't see it. Virus takes a few breaths before asking his next question.)
Virus: So... what about the Tribunal?
Ted: They've been doing pretty poorly ever since you left. In fact... they no-showed two weeks ago and last week. Said something about "unfinished business".
Virus: Ted, this next question is going to sound really silly, but it's ABSOLUTELY VITAL I get an answer... when did they call?
Ted: The 13th, why?
(Virus drops the phone in stunned silence, and looks like he's about ready to vomit. He gulps and closes his eyes, apparently trying to find some bearing in the world.)
Ted: Virus? You still there?
(Virus slowly reaches for the phone and manages to grab it and bring it back up to his ear.)
Virus: Yeah, yeah I'm here... listen, Ted, I gotta go... something just doesn't feel right about this...
Ted: What's there to worry about? They've always been slackers. Probably had to go beg for money to pay their bills or some stupid shit like that.
Virus: No, not that, some other stuff over here in EWT. I'll call you back later.
(Virus hangs up before "Ted" can reply. Virus stares blankly at the monitor, which is showing a poorly-lit wrestling ring with two black-robed figures inside it. The robes are emblazoned with the same symbol we saw on the CrapTron in the EWT Rewind. Virus presses the play button.)
Hooded Figure: Although the man known as Virus has managed to elude the judgement of the Council, he cannot run forever. He cannot escape his past, no matter how far he runs and no matter how long he hides. One day... he will have to answer for his sins.
(The hooded man begins to lower the hood of his robe, but suddenly the image explodes into black as a large object crashes into the monitor, destroying it. We pan back to Virus, who now looks completely furious as it seems he has figured out just what the hell is going on here. Virus strides off as we fade to commercial on the image of the destroyed TV, remote control firmly lodged into the center of the screen.)
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Post by Banned Member on Oct 28, 2006 13:17:11 GMT -5
*The Killer Bees are in the ring. Out of my Way starts to play, and out walk Merc, and Renegade. Merc, and Renegade step into the ring, but before the match can start the Iron Sheiks music starts up. All four men look confused as Iron Sheik comes down to the ring, and grabs the mic, and rambles for a good 20 mins. Merc finally yells at the Iron Sheik.* Merc: What the hell is it old man!!!!! IS: I want to humble B. Brian Blair!!!! Merc: Is that it? You intruded on my last match in EWT for that garbage?! IS: Yes!! Merc: Well why didn't you say so!!!! *Merc, and Renegade charge at the Killer Bees, and throw Blair over the top to the Iron Sheik. Who starts riding Blair like a horsey all the way to the back. Merc, and Renegade are laughing at this when Brunzell drop kicks them both over the top rope. Merc is the first to get up, and as he enters the ring. Brunzell hits the Bee Sting on Merc, but Merc catches him, and takes him over to the turnbuckle, and sets him up for the Mercenary drop. Merc hits the move, and no sooner than when he gets up Renegade leaps off the other turnbuckle with a elbow drop, and pins Brunzell for the three count.* *As Renegade is enjoying the victory, and walking outback. Merc just looks on in frustration, and anger.*
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Post by Banned Member on Oct 28, 2006 13:27:01 GMT -5
*Sum Guy is standing by the gorilla position as Renegade makes his way though.
SG: I'm Sum Guy, and I like the feel of fish chowder in my pants!!
R: Hey me too!!!
SG: No way!!!
R: Ya your right. I just wanted your reaction.
Sg: Umm ok. So tell me what are your plans?
R: My plans are simple. To take that Toolshed title, and bring honor back to my family name.
SG: Are you saying that Merc isn't doing a good enough job?
R: Yeah you can say that. I mean I do hav....
*Renegade falls to the floor, and the camera pans to show Merc with a steel chair in his hands.*
Merc: Your such a fool. Such a poor fool. Your lucky this was my last match here in EWT. Because if it wasn't you would be gone. Besides we all the truth, and come November fifth. Everybody will.
*Merc spits on Renegade, and walks off.*
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Post by teamireland on Oct 28, 2006 18:55:16 GMT -5
Toni "The Garc" Garcya: The following contest is a submission match scheduled for one fall. *A Rocked-up version of "Amhrán na bhFiann" plays over the EWT sound system as Liam O’Neill, Coach O'Hare, Shane Malone & Melissa Cameron make their way to the ring. Coach O'Hare,as always, is waving his Hurley with an Irish Tricolour attached to it. All four are clad in Team Ireland Shirts, though Melissa is clearly unhappy about it. Malone tugs fiercely at her arm as they make their way down the ramp.*
Garcya: Introducing first, weighing in at 209lbs., being accompanied by Coach O'Hare, Melissa Cameron & "The Celtic Giant" Shane Malone, from Cork, Ireland… LIAM… O'NEILL! *At that, the green, white & gold pyro explodes from the top of the ramp as all three men raise their arms in the air & continue on down to the ring. Melissa continues to sulk, until…*
*"Fire It Up" hits as green and blue lights swirl over the arena and a countdown begins on the Toomitron. Once the countdown reaches 0, the drums hit and Booker T.-type pyro hits as Chris Evans makes his way out to a massive pop.*
Garcya: And his opponent, weighing in at 218lbs., from Atlanta, Georgia, he is the "Human Hurricane", "Mr. 720". This is… CHRIS… EVANS!
*Melissa claps & cheers as Evans rolls into the ring, climbs a ringpost & raises one arm in the air. The three members of Team Ireland simply glare at him with disgust.*
Nick Russ: Greetings fans, I'm Nick Russ. With me, as always is Jerome "The Lord" East. Y'know, Jerome, I'm real excited about this match. If Evans wins, he finally gets another shot at Shane Malone. A well deserved shot after all the crap Team Ireland have been pulling on him this past month. Jerome "The Lord" East: But don't forget, Nick, Evans lost to Aidan Donnelly last week. Team Ireland took advantage of the fact that Evans got cocky after he beat Sean McCann. And Aidan unveiled that breathtaking new move to put Chris Evans down for the count. I've heard that Evans STILL isn't 100% & may be suffering from post-concussion syndrome here tonight! Russ: I wouldn't be particularly surprised if that were the case Nick, but Team Ireland have stooped to their lowest ebb yet! Practically KIDNAPPING Evans' girlfriend, Melissa Cameron… East: Didn't you hear Coach O'Hare's interview earlier in the week? Melissa CHOSE to be with Team Ireland. She's a smart Irish girl, she knows what she wants… Russ: That's complete bull & you know it. Look at her face. It’s obvious she doesn’t want to be with Team Ireland! Anyway, we’ve got a match to call here; a submission match. East: That's right, Nick. In order to throw Evans even FURTHER off his game, Coach O'Hare requested that Evans face Liam O'Neill, Team Ireland's submission specialist, in a submission match. The deck is really stacked against Evans here. I don't see how he can get the victory in this one.
DING-DING!
*The match is underway & the two combatants are tentatively feeling each other out. The go for a quick collar & elbow tie-up, neither man gets a clear advantage & they break it up. They go at it again, this time O'Neill manages to snag one of Evans' arms & maneuvers him into a hammerlock. Evans manages to reverse out of the hold by dropping to the floor & rolling before nipping up back on his feet. O'Neill takes a swing at Evans, completely missing. O'Neill spins around with the momentum of his missed punch & Evans attempts to lock in a Cobra Clutch while O'Neill's back is turned. O'Neill, rather hurriedly, gets to the ropes & the ref forces Evans to release the hold. Evans does so & winks to Melissa at ringside. She claps her hands in delight.* Russ: Wow. Evans got the first submission hold of the match. That’s got to be messing up the head of O'Neill. East: Like I told you last week, Nick, O'Neill's just letting Evans THINK he has an advantage. Trust me, Evans is going to get too cocky again & that'll prove to be his undoing.
*O'Neill was clearly shaken by the fact that Evans was able to surprise him with the Cobra Clutch. O'Neill goes for a tie-up with Evans again & kicks one of Evans' legs out from under him. Evans falls to the ground & O'Neill continues to go to work on Evans' left leg; stamping on it & twisting it round. O'Neill even picks Evans up before dropping him again with a knee breaker. While Evans grabs at his leg again, Liam grabs a hold of Evans' foot & twists the leg around in a Spinning Toe Hold. Evans lies on the ground pounding the mat with his fists, but refusing to tap out. Using all his leg strength, Evans manages to force O'Neill off him, sending the Irishman off into the ropes. Evans crawls to a different set of ropes & uses them to drag himself off the mat. After getting to his feet, Evans hobbles over to O'Neill once again.*
Russ: Oh, my! Evans seems to have been badly hurt by O'Neill's assault there. He can barely put any pressure on that left leg. East: The kid's faking it to get some sympathy! He only wants Liam to go a bit easier on him. Let me tell ya, Liam is far to smart to fall for any such tactic!
*Evans continues to favour his left leg, but still attempts to fight on with O'Neill. O'Neill takes advantage of Evans' situation, knocking him over with a sweep. Evans is really in trouble now as O'Neill attempts to lock in an "Irish Shamrockleaf". He wraps Evans' legs up like in a "Texas Cloverleaf", but can’t manage to turn him over. Evans is using all his strength to stop O'Neill turning him. O'Neill attempts to turn Evans the other way, Evans continues to resist. Using all the strength he can muster, Evans sends O'Neill spinning. Evans clambers to his feet again & O'Neill lays in a heap, completely astonished by what just happened.*
Russ: WOW! Where did Evans get the strength to pull off THAT move? East: Even though he had enough strength left to do that, I think his tank's nearly empty. We know his leg took a lot of punishment & Liam has been zeroing in on that limb. Evans must be, no pun intended, on his last legs out there.
*Evans is exhausted & clearly in pain. O'Neill feels that he could be out of options. He decides to put any leg based submissions on the backburner for the moment & instead dashes behind Evans trying to lock on a Crossface Chicken Wing. Before O'Neill can properly get the hold applied, Evans grabs one of O'Neill's arms, he manages to maneuver himself behind O'Neill & lock in the Million Dollar Dream. That’s not all, keeping the hold on O'Neill, Evans hits a Lungblower, hurting his knee in the process. Ignoring the pain, Evans grits his teeth & turns O'Neill over into a Camel Clutch position. At this point it's difficult to tell if O'Neill or Evans is in more pain. O'Neill attempts to sit through "The End", waiting for Evans to simply let go of the hold due to the pain of his leg, but Evans endures. There's too much at stake for him to release the hold & risk letting Team Ireland win. O'Neill's eyes are racing frantically as he realizes Evans isn’t going to give up. Liam looks towards the ropes but can’t find any place to go, his head begins nodding & his eyes start to roll back. The referee checks Liam's free arm. It drops once, twice… three times! O'Neill is OUT!*
Garcya: Here is your winner… CHRIS… EVANS!
*Black Label Society's "Fire It Up" begins to play again as the referee raises Evans arm in the air. Evans stands rather uneasily, still feeling intense pain in his leg. Coach O'Hare & Shane Malone attempt to attack Evans. "The Celtic Giant" goes charging at "The Human Hurricane", but Evans deftly sidesteps him & Malone goes tumbling over the ropes & out of the ring. O'Hare swings his hurley at Evans. Evans simply ducks & then snatches the hurley from O'Hare's hands, using it to chase off the Team Ireland coach. Melissa joins Chris in the ring & the two embrace while Evans keeps a hold of the hurley, using it to keep Team Ireland at bay. Evans requests a microphone.* Evans: Hey, O'Hare, I've got a little proposition for you. Since you got to choose the stipulation for this match, I’ve got a little idea of what I want to happen after I beat that big Irish Gorilla after Symphony of Destruction. When I get the win over that big ape of yours I want YOU!!! *The crowd cheers like crazy.* Evans: Not only that, but seeing as your boys like to interfere in matches so much I want you all to myself inside a STEEL CAGE! *The crowd goes even more nuts than they did before. Meanwhile, O'Hare gets a mic of his own.* O'Hare: Well, I'm so confident in Shane's abilities that I'll take up that offer. But I’ve got a little stipulation of my own to suggest. *The crowd boos him heavily.* O'Hare: When Shane gets the win over you, your lovely lady friend there & you yourself will have to join Team Ireland, whether you like it or not. *Evans ponders this for a moment. Looking to Melissa.* East: He can't seriously be thinking of accepting this challenge. He lost to Malone before. He's got to be insane if he thinks he's got a chance against "The Celtic Giant".
Evans:[grudgingly] I… accept.
*The audience are shocked. A huge grin crosses O'Hare's face.* Russ: Can you believe it? Chris Evans accepted Coach O'Hare's stipulations! East: He’s as good as signed up with Team Ireland now, Nick! Russ: At Symphony of Destruction Evans faces Shane Malone, now the stakes for both sides are higher than we ever could've imagined they'd be!
[Cut to commercial…]
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Post by The Line on Oct 29, 2006 2:49:37 GMT -5
*Ready To Die by Andrew WK plays Ring Announcer: Making his way to the ring now, from Chewelah, Washington, weighing Two Hundred and Fourteen and three-quarter pounds, The Extreme Exterminator, "Insecticidal" Andyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy DUUUUUUUUUKE!
*Duke Takes a microphone* Duke:Last week, I made my debut here in EWT in an open challenge match, so I thought I'd return the favor. But instead of it being a new rookie, I'll have it be the exact opposite. Any wrestling legends back there who want to try and dethrone wrestling's new king, be my guest.
Josh Matthews: I wonder who it'll be. Steve Romero: Your guess is as good as mine.
*The IV Horseman Music comes over the PA system, and out walks Tully Blanchard, not looking in too bad shape at all*
JM: Do you think he accepts the challenge? SR: I would assume so. JM: Well, the ref signals for the bell, so this match is on!
"Insecticidal" Andy Duke vs. Tully Blanchard
The match starts off with an oldschool test of stregnth, with Blanchard getting the upperhand. A chop battle breaks out, one that would make fellow horseman Ric Flair proud. After a couple of minutes, and a couple of blood-red chests, both men subside.
A lock-up in the center of the ring, and Duke gets Blanchard in a headlock. Duke is really applying the pressure. Whats this? Blanchard musters up the stregnth to lift Duke up into a good old-fashion back suplex. Duke is down, and Blanchard is in the driver's seat.
Blanchard borrows a trick out of Flair's book, and locks in a figure-four leg lock. Duke is able to escape by grabbing the ropes. Duke slides out of the ring to catch his breath.
After a nine count, Duke re-enters the ring. Duke gets Irish Whipped into the ropes, and hit with a NICE dropkick. Blanchard lifts Duke up, and goes for the kill. Slingshot suplex! But Blanchard wastes time by playing to the crowd. Cover, no hook of the leg.
1 2 3.....NO! Kickout at 2.9999999
Blanchard picks up Duke, and Duke is able to reverse a powerbomb into a headscissor takedown. Duke pushes Blanchard into the corner,stomach first, and climbes the ropes. Duke picks up Blanchard to the 2nd rope, CIDAL BOMB! He hit it with olympicesque grace.Pin
1 2 3......NO!
Duke is mad now! He goes into a rage, and quickly locks in a cidal lock. Blanchard is somehow able to get to the ropes. Duke won't take no for an answer though, and backs into the corner, stalking Blanchard.
When Blanchard rises, Duke meets him with a VICOUS lariot. Blanchard might be out cold. Duke gets him in an odd position. A reverse lion-tamer, with both men facing the same direction. Oh my! For more pain, Duke grabs Blanchard's head, and locks in a crossface! I all this now, from now and forever, it will be known as the CIDAL STRETCH. The ref checks on Blanchard, and calls for the bell! Blanchard passed out! Duke wins after about 12 minutes
A Winner is: Duke
Duke: Hey, Spyke, Remember, Remember, The Fifth of November! On that date, it will be the last time you hold your Toolshed Title. Your looking at your next champ. The match is just a technicality at this point. But if no one believes me, just watch the match this next sunday. Symphony of Destruction will be the start of the Duke Dynasty
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Post by respectmeordye3 on Oct 29, 2006 12:25:08 GMT -5
Singapore Caine is exiting his dressing room headed for the lunchroom when, WHAMMO!
He is suddenly smacked from behind with a steel chair!
He stumbles forward and slams into a wall--turning to face his attacker he sees Rhino with steel chair in hand and before Caine has a chance to react...
GOOOOOOORE!!!!!
right through the plaster wall and into a janitor's closet!
Rhino stands and gives a laugh before tossing the chair on top of the prone body of Singapore Caine, and walking away............
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Post by Tha Kid Joker on Oct 29, 2006 13:46:24 GMT -5
Fade in after a commercial break. The entrance ramp is shown, and a onstage attendant is accidentally caught on camera tripping and falling flat on his face while trying to get out of the way before things get started. Before he has a chance to get up, the Italian sounding intro of Eminem’s “Square Dance” plays over the PA. Unlike last week, Cassinova walks out quickly, even before Em says his trademark “People! It feels so good to be back!” He stops before the fallen attendant, and looks down at him with a scowl. The attendant looks up just in time to meet his gaze, and tries to get out of his way. Before he can, Cassinova kicks him in the stomach, picks him up, and tosses him off of the ramp before walking to the ring, still scowling.
Joey Styles: Welcome back to EWT, ladies and gentlemen. Once again, I’m Joey Styles and this is my partner JBL, here to call this match-up between Cassinova and Shark Boy.
JBL: “Match-up”? What the hell do you mean “match-up”? Shark Boy is no match for the wrestling demi-god that is Cassinova. Not to mention he’s in a bad mood today.
Styles: ...Demi-god?
JBL: Well, there can only be one wrestling god, and you’re sitting next to him. Cassinova’s the closest thing to one, though.
Styles: I can’t believe I’m saying this, but you make me miss Taz.
Cassinova jumps up on the apron and over the ropes. Shark Boy pays him no mind and begins to make hand signals towards the fans, receiving a decent pop. As he does this, Cassinova gives the ref his sunglasses, runs at Shark Boy, and dropkicks him in the back of his head, sending him sprawling out of the ring on the announcers’ side. Just like that, the match is underway!
JBL: Good offense! Way to take initiative!
Cassinova makes what appears to be a “Shooting Star Press” motion, and prepares himself to do it.
Styles: Uh oh… I hope he doesn’t crash and burn like the last match!
JBL: I sure as hell hope not.
Cassinova bounces off the opposite ropes, runs back towards the ropes closest to the announcers, and jumps on the bottom rope, followed by the middle rope, and finally the top rope. He looks prepared to pull off a springboard shooting star press onto the just arising Shark Boy, when he merely jumps off the rope and back into the ring, smirking as the fans boo him for getting their hopes up.
JBL (barely able to contain himself): Brilliance! Sheer and utter brilliance! Not only is he a wrestling demi-god, he’s a comic genius!
Styles: I don’t think the fans find it very amusing.
JBL: Screw the fans! You see he’s in a bad mood! He’s just entertaining himself at the expense of his opponent and the crowd!
Cassinova rolls out of the ring and lays some big rights onto Shark Boy, followed by a European uppercut and a kick to the gut. He then rolls him back into the ring and gets in behind him. Following a few seconds of yelling at him to get up and a couple of slaps to the head, Cassinova begins to lift Shark Boy off of the ground. Shark Boy responds by getting in some elbows and breaking free of Cassinova’s grasp. He then runs to the ropes, bounces off, and goes for a crossbody, but is caught by Cassinova. Cassinova then throws Shark Boy’s legs to the side that his head is on, brings him forward, and slams his upper back and neck onto his knee!
Styles: Catatonic backbreaker by Cassinova! That may be it right there!
Cassinova pins.
One…
Two…
Thr--No!
Cassinova growls and picks up Shark Boy, placing him in a standing headscissors and lifting him in a powerbomb position. He then tucks Shark Boy’s arms and head in a tight package, preparing him for a Steenalizer.
JBL: “Splitting Headache” coming up!
Shark Boy manages to get his arms free and roll down, now upside-down behind Cassinova. He then proceeds to “Shark Bite” Cassinova’s behind until he is dropped and Cassinova runs to a corner. The crowd pops huge for this and a “Let’s Go Shark Boy!” chant starts up. It is slightly contested by a very, very faint “Cassinova!” chant. Note, the “Cassinova!” chant is noticeably high-pitched, but it counts nonetheless. Cassinova, now even angrier than before, runs at Shark Boy (who frog hops him), bounces off of the rope, rebounds back and delivers a running STO.
JBL: That’s right! He disrespected you! Kick his ass Judo style!
Cassinova picks up the severely weakened TNA jobber, puts him in a front chancery, and signals for it.
Styles: This could be it!
JBL: Goodnight Sharky!
Cassinova flips forward, causing Shark Boy to backflip and land on his head. After his signature flip-DDT which he dubbed The California DreamDriver, the pin is academic.
One…
Two…
Three! The bell is rung and “Square Dance” plays again. Cassinova walks over to the announcers’ table, picks up his bandana and sunglasses, grabs a microphone, and gets back into the ring. He then signals for his music to be cut and kicks Shark Boy out of the ring.
Cassinova: Yeah, hit the bricks, Junior!
The crowd boos.
Styles: How disrespectful is this guy?
JBL: Only adds to his rise to stardom.
Cassinova looks towards the ramp, where Shark Boy is regrouping.
Cassinova: …Shark Boy? I ask for a challenge, and I get Shark Boy? I guess the bookers didn’t hear me the first few times, so let me say it a few more times. I want a challenge. I want a challenge. (forming his hand into a mouth and moving it every syllable) I-Want-A-Chal-Lenge. So, as I’m talking to some flusie backstage with a couple of deranged masked freaks behind her—I don’t know, I think they’re gay or something—some dude comes up behind me and says that I have a match at Symphony of Destruction. I’m thinking, “cool.” Maybe a nice opener match or lower mid-card thing for my PPV debut. But when I asked who my victim is—and I don’t know how he was able to say this with a straight face—he said Eddie Omega. Now, my first reaction was one that most people in my position would have had… “Who?” Apparently he’s a pretty big name, though. Had some good feuds, climbed over some people to get to where he was. You know, the usual. So, I did my research, found out some stuff, watched some tapes, and even now I can hardly contain myself. They booked me against some lame preppy frat boy! Then Sum Dude or whatever he said his name was had the balls to ask me what I'm going to do during the match, as in what my strategy is. What am I going to do? I’m going to break his freaking neck! But Eddie, please don’t take it the wrong way. This isn't a personal thing. I have nothing against you. It’s just business, baby. Try not to think about it too hard. When you wake up in the hospital, it’ll feel like it was all just a dream. See you all at SoD.
Cassinova smirks and winks before putting his sunglasses back on and rolling out of the ring. “Square Dance” begins to play, and Cassinova steps over Shark Boy as he walks cockily to the back.
Fade To Commercial
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Post by respectmeordye3 on Oct 29, 2006 14:42:42 GMT -5
PROMO:
A young teenaged girl -perhaps about 16 is standing in front of a soda machine. She puts her fifty cents in and makes her selection. There is a small metalic clang and a moment later a can of soda emerges. The girl reaches for her purchase when all of a sudden there is another metalic clang and another can of soda soon follows suit.
The girl's jaw literally drops at the free can of soda, but then she shrugs, mutters "cool a freebie" and then grabs the second soda and turns to walk across the street.
She never gets that far.
Before the girl knows what's happening, a young looking nun has grabbed the girl by the neck and bent her over a nearby bicycle stand. Holding the young teenager down with one hand, the nun reaches into the large bag at her feet with the other hand and pulls out a small wooden paddle-then she flips up the teenager's mini-skirt exposing her thong clad backside and begins to paddle her like there is no tommorrow. "You little Thief!" screams the nun, "You know you should have paid for that but you chose to steal it instead, you disgust me you immoral little criminal!"
The screen then goes black and after a few seconds the following appears.
"Beware All Sinners and doers of wicked ways.........."
then under that appears,
"Sister Sarah Brood......."
and finally under that appears,
"Is coming soon."
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Post by crauswell on Oct 30, 2006 1:32:47 GMT -5
Goldberg's theme pounds out of the Toomitron as he is seen emerging from the back, doing his usual thing, looking all crazy or menacing or something, as he steps out onto the stage, standing and letting fireworks spray near him, before he starts stomping down to the ring, getting an okay reaction from the crowd.
Announcer: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Atlanta Georgia, weighing in at 285 pounds, Goldberg!!!
Goldberg heads down to the ring, snarling and spazzing into the camera and he hops onto the apron, climbing into the ring, jumping around and prepping himself for this match... as Broken Wings soon starts up, the crowd immediately beginning to boo as out steps his opponent.
Announcer: And introducing the opponent, from Parts Unknown, weighing in at 272 pounds... Crauswell!!!
Crauswell walks as usual in his silent solemn manner, ignoring the booing and unthreatened by his opponent, as he enters the ring, dropping down onto his knees and doing his signature taunt, spreading those false wings, as he quickly rises back up, approaching the center of the ring, as Goldberg follows, the two locking eyes.
And with that the bell rings, Goldberg showing off his power, pushing his opponent back, slamming him right into the nearby turnbuckle! He then starts assaulting him with fists, only to have one caught, as Crauswell does a bit of a switcheroo, now beating Goldberg with some vicious punches of his own. After a bit of this, he whips Goldberg towards the other side of the ring, charging as Goldberg leaps out of the way, but the furry showing great agility as he leaps atop the second rope, noticing just in time. He then leaps off blindly, taking Goldberg down with a Flying Clothesline, knocking him down. He drops to the mat, now assaulting Goldberg with a stiff series of Forearms right to the face, before yanking him back up, now barraging his chest with a few quick knee strikes, his opponent now hunched over, as Crauswell hoists him up into the air, hitting a Sitout Pumphandle Slam as he covers. 1....2
Goldberg manages to kick out this time, as Crauswell doesn't look too surprised, hopping up and stomping right across his opponent's face, digging his boot roughly into the area, as Goldberg growls a bit in protest. The furry answers by now standing right atop with both feet, now leaping up and delivering a double stomp right across it, Berg now clutching the area a bit. The furry now pulls back on Goldberg's Arms, as applies a bit of a standing Bow and Arrow lock, stretching out his opponent a bit, as he struggles to fight out. Eventually Crauswell lets up, waiting for Bill to get back up, as he runs forward, leaping up with a Bicycle Kick, only for Goldberg to catch him in Mid-air by the chest, hoisting him up and slamming him down hard! He gets to his feet, looking positively pumped now. He yanks Crauswell back up, now assaulting the dazed furry with some swift kicks, softening his opponent up a bit. He lifts him up and slams him down with a Vertical Suplex, popping back up instantly as Crauswell struggles back up, hitting a Second one. He starts getting really angry, now looming over his opponent as he lifts him up once again when he rises, hoisting him up for that Gorilla Press Slam of his, only for Crauswell to fight out, kicking Berg right in the skull with one of his dangling feet, dropping down from behind and quickly locking in a Dragon Sleeper! He applies the hold with a single arm, using the other to chop viciously at the opponent's throat, as Goldberg groans in pain, but resists valiantly. The furry immediately drops him down across the knee for a backbreaker, only to hoist him back up quickly, the hold still applied the whole time. Goldberg groans as Crauswell continues to assault him, showing no mercy whatsoever. Eventually Goldberg attempts to fight out though, shifting his body weight and trying to flip behind his opponent, but Crauswell scouts this, intercepting him with a nasty Knee to the back of the spine, stopping him in mid flip! He then lifts him up from behind with ease, connecting with an Osaka Street Cutter, as he rises back to his feet, now ascending the turnbuckle, climbing atop and TAKING FLIGHT, driving his skull right into the heart of Goldberg, who now clutches at his chest. The furry rolls off, lifting Goldberg on his way up as he sets him atop the shoulders, charging and connecting with a Steamroller! He rolls back up to his feet, walking back over and reaching down, now lifting Goldberg right back up in a bit of a Cradle, carrying him over now and setting him atop the turnbuckle, signaling for the end, as climbs up after, grabbing and launching him off with a Top Rope Exploder!!! Goldberg lands hard with a Sickening splat, now laying on the mat, clutching at his back, as the furry slowly gets back to his feet, having suffered some of the effects of this move as well. He reaches out, seeming to be ready to lock in the noose, as Goldberg rises up, first landing a roundhouse right to the side of the skull for good measure,. then hoisting him up, instantly dropping him with the Beak Buster! He goes to make the cover. 1....2....
3!!!
Crauswell obliterates the Monstrous Goldberg.
Announcer: Here is your winner... Crauswell!
Crauswell sits up, glancing down at Goldberg, bending over to reach down and yank him back up, but then deciding he's not even worth it, rising back to his feet instead and simply heading to the back without a single word, Bill Goldberg left completely decimated.
We then cut to a Highlight Package for Cassinova
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Post by dorf on Oct 31, 2006 2:44:34 GMT -5
Finkel: This match is scheduled for ONE-FALL! This match is a part of the Megadeth challenge for the #1 contendership for the TAG-TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP at SYMPHONY OF DESTRUCTION! *Dorf World Order music plays* Coming down the aisle, weighing in at a combined weight of 570 pounds, from Filthadelphia, Pencilvania, the DORF WORLD ORDER!
*The Dorf World Order come out to mostly cheers, that is somewhat loud, but not Hogan-Rock loud. Dorf does his usual, cocky spiel with telling Heiden-Dorf its okay to be that way. Heiden-Dorf just does not agree with that as the crowd just laughs at Dorf as a result. Dorf, in frustration just tells him to stay behind as they walk down the aisle and both of them enter the ring just fine. Along the way, Heiden-Dorf offers Dorf a cheese sandwich and Dorf bats it down, declining the offer. Heiden-Dorf then eats the cheese sandwich via the 5 second rule.*
Finkel: (“If Your Happy And You Know It…Clap Your Hands” by Some Public Domain band name plays) Coming down the aisle, weighing in a combination of approximately 500 pounds, from the Intersection of Make Believe Junction & Bloomville Road, Smiley Sal and Happy Hal, THE SUNSHINE SQUAD!
*The Sunshine Squad appear with sunshiney/smiley attitudes with their happies and positive attitude to get the crowd happys. They walk down the aisle giving flowers to the crowds and rays of sunshine with their arm movements and what-not. They enter the ring still smiling, cause that’s how they roll. Dorf does not attack the Sunshine Squad right away as he waits the referee to signal the timekeeper to…*
Bell: DING! DING! DING!
*WE ARE OFF! Smiley Sal and Heiden-Dorf square off with a lock-up, unforeseen by the likes of George Hackenschmidt and whatshisface…let’s just say some European guy, yeah, that’ll do. Anyways, Smiley Sal out-powers Heiden-Dorf and takes him to a corner. Sal and Heiden-Dorf are still locked-up on the counter and this prompts the referee PROVERBIAL COUNT OF DOOM….1!*
Referee: 1!
*still won’t budge as the fierce grunting of both competitors rivals anything heard in any bedroom and Toomi Bischoff’s love life*
2!
*THE POWER OF THE GRUNTS COMPELL THE CROWD as they’re still locked up and loaded. Big gunns style.*
3!
*Oh mama, they’re still at it! Yeah, let’s keep ignoring the stupid ref. He’s just stupid.*
4!
*Alright, the grunts have scary. Calm down, please. Pfew, we’re almost at 5 and the referee will then have the power of an ox to separate these two HOSSES!*
5!
Referee: BREAK IT UP!! *does so, but Heiden-Dorf pushes Smiley Sal.*
*Smiley Sal, looking back at Heiden-Dorf with a little smile to reflect on those certain happies. In between Sal and Heiden-Dorf, something of what appears a Cheese Sandwich lies…Through Heiden-Dorf’s mask, a tear comes out as his little ranger has escarped. Smiley Sal’s smile suddenly started singeing and aromatically attacked at all acceleration to the…CHEESE SANDWICH!*
*Smiley Sal beat Heiden-Dorf before he could do anything about it. Sal teases Heiden-Dorf with the Cheese Sandwich and then did something so foul that only poop jokes would top it. HE ATE THE SANDWICH!! Heiden-Dorf immediately fainted to the ground and seems to have passed out. Sal drags Heiden-Dorf to the middle of the ring and attempts to pin Heiden-Dorf VIA LATERAL PRESSAMAUSES!! REFEREE COUNTS…I think.
Referee: 1!
*Dorf starts get out of his corner; referee does not seem him escape.*
2!
*Dorf hits Smiley Sal’s back for a 2 count. Dorf then makes Smiley Sal get up and performs a German Suplex. Happy Hal thought this was a good time to use his ways of happies to ruin Dorf’s momentum. Hal comes right in and throws a big right in front of Dorf. Dorf responds way too late and receives another right from Happy Hal. Hal, smiles like a madman as he then grabs Dorf and executes the STO! Smiley Sal is up and both are happy and smiling. Like madmen, they make their way to torture Dorf.*
*Smiley Sal picks up Dorf in a predictament and Happy Hal goes onto the top ropes and performs the Delightful Device with a little pizzazz to it. The Sunshine Squad give each other High 10s a super hug. They figure what to do next and a decided to play a little game called Catch! Smiley Sal starts the game as he tosses Dorf to Happy Hal, but this time they did not do a Powerslam; instead they did Fallaway Slams, but catching Dorf in mid-air to make him dizzy. The Sunshine Squad did this 3 times before Smiley Sal DROPPED DORF’S NECK ONTO THE MAT! Both Sal and Hal shrug their shoulders with the trademark patented smile.*
Hal: What to do next, Sal?
Sal: I don’t know, Hal? What should we do, to that there dorf?
Hal: Back in my land of happies, we would do this little thing called the Hello and Goodbye!
Sal: How do I do that?
Hal: I’ll give that there dorf a hello and all you have to follow-up is a goodybye so he will be in beddy-bye land.
Sal: Okay.
*Hal makes Dorf stand up as Hal runs to the ropes and flings back with a Lariat that almost looks like a Clothesline from Heaven.*
Hal: Just like that.
Sal: Okay *smiles*
*Smiley Sal does the same thing as to what Happy Hal has just taught him. Though, Sal’s version looked a bit harder than Hal’s. The Sunshine Squad look to see that Heiden-Dorf is still out.*
Sal: I think this one is in the bag.
Hal: Tell me about it.
Sal: Let’s give Dorf the group hug to show him the affection he truly needs.
Hal: Hey, I’m so happy that I was gonna suggest it. Dorf needs some happies.
Sal: *laughs* hahaha,, I just used to commas for appreciation. Group Hug it is then.
*The Sunshine Squad give dorf the tightest Group Hug that Borque Lesnar would do tighter. Hug doesn’t last long as Dorf had a ‘knocked’ out smile and that is all the Sunshine Squad needs.*
*Smiley Sal turns his attention to Heiden-Dorf who appears to be still out from the Cheese Sandwich mishap. Sal covers Heiden-Dorf for the win through the Lateral Press attempt AGAIN!*
Referee: 1!
2!
*Heiden-Dorf kicks out strongly. He is up right away spouting crazy stuff and seems to be frothing at the mouth, due to his Cheese Sandwich withdrawal. He goes right to Sal and kicks his size 18 boot to him and executes a Heiden-Bomb perfectly. Happy Hal did not pay attention to when Sal covered Heiden-Dorf and assumed the match was over….and suffered as Heiden-Dorf came right out of nowhere when Hal did not hear his theme music and heard a screaming, grunting monster attacking with a Strong club to his neck.*
Heiden-Dorf: *GRUNTS* ME WANT….CHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESE SANDWICH! > AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
*Heiden-Dorf flinged Hal to the ropes and once he returned, Heiden-Dorf gave him a stiff Heiden-Boot. Heiden-Dorf then picked up Hal and performed the Heiden-Bomb! Shelia Hullestadt then came running down the aisle to calm down the Heiden-Dorf with a Cheese Sandwich. Ignoring the fragility of the woman, he snatches the Cheese Sandwich within sight of it and disregarded the woman falling down. Heiden-Dorf, calmed and not as frothy…went back into the ring, but at the last second Shelia grabbed onto Heiden-Dorf and then proceeded to shock the Heiden-Dorf world by slapping him.*
*Shelia then walked back up the ramp, crying. Heiden-Dorf shrugged it off. Heiden-Dorf, still on the apron watches Shelia cry off up the aisle and ran away like a little schoolgirl. As soon as Heiden-Dorf turned around, a running Smiley Sal, looked angry for what Heiden-Dorf just did to him. Sal ran so fast that Heiden-Dorf caught him in time to DO A BACK BODY DROP, BUT SMILEY SAL HANGS ON TO DO A SUPERPOWERBOMB TO HEIDEN-DORF ON THE OUTSIDE! AND THE CROWD GOES ‘HOLY S***! HOLY S***! HOLY S***!’*
*The referee starts to prompt the PROVERBIAL TEN COUNT as both competitors took a nasty hit.*
Referee: 1!
2! *Dorf and Happy Hal are still in the ring, but are not the legal men. Happy Hal starts to stir.*
3!
*Happy Hal is somewhat up. Smiley Sal starts to move a little, but somehow disappears from under the ring through the sheets.* 4!
*Happy Hal crawls to where Heiden-Dorf and Smiley Sal is located. He sees Heiden-Dorf, but cannot find his partner. This worries him a little as his smile goes down a little bit. Dorf is still down, but is starting to stir a little.*
5! *Happy Hal starts to get a little frantic as to where Smiley Sal is located as he crawls to a corner adjacent to where Heiden-Dorf is located. No Smiley Sal. Dorf’s head is up and Heiden-Dorf moved a little, but Heiden-Dorf is fully down.*
*Happy Hal is almost to the opposite corner.*
6! *Happy Hal does not see Smiley Sal in that corner and is sad. Meanwhile, Smiley Sal is out of the covers and is moving very slowly to where Heiden-Dorf is located and is caught by Heiden-Dorf’s right boot.*
*Dorf starts to get up a little. He sees Happy Hal looking for something and just lays there to pretend to still be down.*
7! *Happy Hal crosses an assumingly down dorf, but Dorf purposesly trips up Happy Hal and he goes down! Dorf locks in a Modified Inverted Figure 4 and Happy Hal taps right away! Sadly, they are not legal.*
*Sal releases himself from Heiden-Dorf’s boot.*
8!
*Sal is up and Dorf sees that. Dorf runs outside of the ring and gives Sal a DORFBUSTER! Smiley Sal goes down! Heiden-Dorf is down and starts to move a little. Dorf tries to pick up the big lug back into the ring, but he cannot!*
*Happy Hal is down.*
9! *Happy Hal starts to stir a little, but it looks like he cannot get up!*
*Dorf drags Heiden-Dorf to the apron and Heiden-Dorf is somewhat able to go now. Dorf got one of his legs through the apron, but is worried of the time, then out of desparation, Smiley Sal grabs Dorf’s left calf, preventing Heiden-Dorf’s return to the ring. Dorf kicks back Smiley Sal’s right arm and is free, but is too late…* 10! RING THE BELL!!
Winner: no contest, due to double count-out!
*Camera immediately fades to commercial as it shows the disappointment between both teams reactions as a result.*
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Post by Toom E. Guci on Oct 31, 2006 10:54:42 GMT -5
*Toom E is in his office, angered at the fact that a double-count out has resulted in the last match. He looks down at the EWT tag team championship & looks at the final match scheduled...Prophecy Reborn versus Spyke Johanson & Chance Confidence.*
That match won't be for the championship. Not on my watch.
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Post by Sajoa Moe on Oct 31, 2006 14:00:41 GMT -5
HEI! DEN! HEIDEN-REICH! HEI! DEN! HEIDEN-REICH!
Heidenreich comes out onto the stage, doing the patented Heidenreich March. The fans sit in indifference.
Announcer: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Making his way to the ring, from New Orleans, Louisiana, weighing 300 pounds, Heidenreich!
Heidenreich continues to march around the ring as Great Hugo comes out to more boos.
Announcer: And his opponent, residing in Japan and weighing 287 pounds, Great Hugo!
Heidenreich continues pumping his arm as Hugo enters the ring. When the bell rings, Heidenreich attempts to put his hands up to fight, but his right arm is cramped from pumping it so hard. Hugo impatiently drills him with a clothesline, knocking him flat. He picks up Heidenreich and whips him to the ropes, hitting him with Hurricane Hugo. Instead of going for a pinfall, Hugo grabs Heidenreich around the waist and hits his patented Wheelbarrow Uranage. Then he goes for a cover.
1...2...3.
Announcer: Here is your winner...Great Hugo!
Hugo walks off before the referee can raise his arm. Boos follow him out of the arena.
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Post by HMARK Center on Oct 31, 2006 15:30:54 GMT -5
Bobby Cruise: The following contest is scheduled for one fall with a 45 minute time limit, and it is a Semi-Final match in the EWT World Tag Team Title Tournament!
<Depeche Mode’s “Sweetest Perfection” hits, as the crowd begins simultaneously raining down boos and cheers>
BC: Introducing first, at a combined weight of 457 pounds, first, Chance Confidence! His partner, from Stockholm, Sweden, representing Generation Tech, the EWT Toolshed Champion, Spyke Johanson!
<Chance, again, humors Spyke and stands back as the young champ dances his way down the aisle and slapping hands with the fans. Chance just sort of holds his head up and trots down, carefully removing and folding his silver robe, getting in the ring, and waiting in a corner. He only starts to look annoyed when Spyke takes his time still greeting the fans, and it shows on his face. Finally, Spyke is in, holding up his title, and can be heard saying “Belt number two’s on it’s way, people!”. Soon after, the lights go down, and you know the drill. Depeche Mode intro leads to “Clint Eastwood”.>
BC: Their opponents, being accompanied by Auraelia, at a combined weight of 430 pounds, representing the Prophecy Reborn, HitmanMark aaaaaand Moxie!
<The PR are clearly focused, and take their time coming down the aisle, not taking their eyes off of the ring. They don’t spend much time appealing to the fans, but get in the ring, as Hmark quickly removes his coat, and Moxie begins some last-minute stretching. Auraelia takes Hmark’s coat, and almost seems to bow in front of the two teammates, a show of respect before what is going to be a do-or-die match. Hmark’s shoulder is still clearly bandaged up from the Team LEO match.>
Dave Prazak: Well, this is it! Last stop before the Megadeth…if there’s even going to BE a Megadeth now!
Lenny Leonard: What an insane turn of events in the Dorf World Order/Sunshine Squad match! How often do you see two teams eliminated from a tournament due to double countout? Time limit expiration, sure, but double countout?!
DP: Not very often, which leads me to believe that something’s gonna be done about it, either by Toom E. Dangerously, or perhaps, since it applies to them, by the EWT Championship Committee.
LL: Regardless, I’m sure both teams in the ring are aware of the situation, and may have to fight even harder: if the dWo and Sunshines really ARE gone, then this could be the match to determine who faces Team Ireland for the vacant titles at Symphony of Destruction!
<In the ring, Hmark and Mox give a knuckle smash, and decide to have Mox start things off. In the opposing corner, Chance and Spyke try “Rock, Paper, Scissor”, but Chance doesn’t seem to get that paper, indeed, covers rock.>
Chance: Oh, screw this.
<Chance instead kind of pushes Spyke out to the apron; not violently, but he clearly wants to start things out. Spyke just rolls his eyes, knowing what Chance is about to walk into. The bell sounds, and in the ring, in a first-time-ever matchup, Chance and Moxie size one another up before locking up. A quick struggle for dominance leads to Moxie applying an arm wringer, but Chance is light on his feet, and sort of tip-toes around, lessening the pressure. When Chance tries to get down and nip up to reverse the move, Mox instead just blatantly smacks him in the chest, sending him back down to the mat. Chance kicks the mat in frustration as Moxie tightens his hold. When Mox attempts to turn it into a hammerlock, Chance takes the chance to get up, swing behind Mox, and, from behind, spin him around into an arm drag. Chance charges, but Moxie, from the mat, jumps up and hit’s a Japanese arm drag, with a smooth transition into a lateral press pin!>
1!
2!
<Barely two, as Chance spins out of it, grabs Moxie from behind and picks him up, and goes for a Crucifix pin!>
1!
2!
<Kickout by Moxie, who gets to his feet as Chance again charges, but Mox, AGAIN, stops him with an arm drag, taking him to the mat and AGAIN applying an arm wrench! Chance once more pounds the mat in anger, but Mox just makes things worse by driving his knee into Chance’s side. Chance eventually forces his way up, and spins out of the hold, and hits Moxie with a knee to the gut. Moxie doubles over, and Chance hit’s a couple of quick punches before hitting the ropes…but Moxie side-steps, and hits him with a knife-edge chops that echoes through the arena, sending Chance hard to the mat, and scurrying to his corner, clutching his chest!>
Crowd: WOOOO!!!
<Chance gets up quickly, and sees Spyke holding his hand out, but ignores him. So, instead, Spyke just leans in and slaps him on the back, making him now clutch at his back AND chest, as Spyke, smiling, flips over the top rope and into the ring.>
LL: You’ve gotta give it up for Spyke; this guy, before all the confusion surrounding the other semi-final match, was all set to go into Symphony of Destruction and potentially take on the Megadeth, Team Ireland, AND hold his open invitational for the Toolshed Title!
DP: Well, maybe the confusion about the last match will make life easier for him; maybe he won’t have to worry about the Megadeth, who knows?
LL: Well, he better worry about the PR, for now.
<Spyke and Mox prepare to rekindle the PR vs. GenTech rivalry. Spyke immediately runs and attempts to take out Mox’s legs from under him, using his speed to get low on the ground and slide at his opponent. Mox sidesteps, however, and tries to respond with kicks towards the matted Spyke, who also does a good job avoiding contact. Spyke eventually gets up, but Mox hits him with a forearm, and brings him over to his corner, where he tags in Hmark.>
<Hmark hit’s a few strikes, but Spyke successfully drops down to dodge his last one, and tumbles backwards, popping up to his feet, and calling for Hmark to bring it. The two move around before locking up, but Hmark wins out, and sends Spyke towards the turnbuckles. Spyke responds by running up the turnbuckles, flipping, and goes for a dive on Hmark, who ducks. Spyke recovers, and tumbles through, leaps, lands on the second turnbuckle of the OPPOSING corner, and jumps back, attempting an elbow…Hmark catches him, throws him for an arm drag, but Spyke lands on his feet! Both men square to attack, but neither move, as the crowd applauds the standoff.>
<The two again move to attack, only this time, Spkye gets off a few quick kicks, stunning Hmark briefly, and hit’s the ropes, running back…but Hmark meets him, chest to chest, and neither man goes down. Spyke starts pointing to the ropes, telling Hmark to charge him, but Hmark refuses; instead, he tells Spyke to go. Spyke gives him a wary look, measures himself, runs…and Hmark immediately sticks his foot out. Spyke stops short as the crowd laughs, and gives Hmark an “Oh, come on” looks, but Hmark quickly snap mares Spyke down instead, and delivers a nasty kick to the back! Spyke’s face contorts in pain, but Hmark quickly grabs him and goes to work.>
<Hmark drops down and begins driving a few knees to his back, before locking him in the Crucifixion; Spyke isn’t that worn down, so he tries to fight out of it, but Hmark keeps the hold pretty tight. The crowd claps for the Toolshed Champion, but Chance, impatient, walks in and casually flicks his boot in Hmark’s face, before going back to the apron. Hmark shoots him a pretty nasty glance for a second, but quickly turns his attention back to Spyke.>
<Hmark hefts Spyke up into a corner, and throws a few loud European Uppercuts, softening him up. He rears back, and sends Spyke into the opposite corner, and tags in Moxie. Moxie runs, from the apron, to the corner Spyke’s in, leaps over the top rope, and, in mid-air, twists around so he hit’s an elbow to Spyke’s chest, before snapmaring him down and hitting a dropkick to the back of the head. Spyke clutches his skull as Moxie tags back out to Hmark, who now grabs Spyke in a front chancery, and flips over into a bridge, clutching at Spyke’s chin, and pulling at his neck! Spyke again does his best to fight, but Chance, again, impatient, gets in the ring, faces away from Hmark, and just throws an insulting, but painful, mule kick to Hmark’s face.>
<Moxie has had enough, and leaps in, going after Chance, knocking him out to the apron before the ref can hold him back. Chance just gives a shrug. In the confusion, however, Spyke’s managed to get to his feet…dropsault on Hmark! Spyke, with a burst of energy, gets back to his feet, hit’s the ropes, and comes down on Hmark with a double knee to the sternum, causing Hmark to begin coughing and clutching at his chest!>
<Both men are now moving slowly to their corners, but both manage to get to their partners. Moxie immediately charges Chance, checking him and knocking him down, and tries to measure him for some more. He goes for a lariat on Chance, but Confidence ducks down, avoiding it, and falls back towards the ropes. As Moxie comes back, he leaps up, but Chance catches him, and both men go flying out to the floor!>
<Hmark, getting up, sees the situation, and goes over, measuring them, and goes for an Arabian Press dive to the outside! He lands hard, and hit’s the guardrail.>
DP: And that could spell trouble for Hmark, who seems to have connected with his injured shoulder on the guardrail!
LL: Luckily for him, I don’t think anybody noticed it…but here comes the Toolshed Champion!
<Sure enough, Spyke starts getting the crowd pumped up, and goes for the gusto. He runs, leaps, actually balances himself on the top rope, and hit’s a springboard Shooting Star Press on the group on the outside!>
Crowd: HOLY @#$%!
<All four men are down, but stirring. Moxie begins getting to his feet, stumbles a bit and catches himself…and turns around into a chair being thrown at him by Chance Confidence! The ref didn’t see it, as Spyke had made his way around towards the other side of the ring, but Spyke hears it, goes over, and admonishes his reluctant partner. Chance wants to brush it off, and is clearly saying “Don’t you want to win?”, but, before anything can happen…Hmark runs over with a flying boot to Spyke’s back, knocking him into Chance, and wiping both men out! Hmark quickly turns to Moxie, and helps to get him back in the ring and to their corner.>
DP: And here we see the experience of the PR as a TEAM coming into play!
LL: Couldn’t have said it better. Chance and Spyke have co-existed extremely well in order to get as far as they have, but you had to figure that two such staunchly different personalities would eventually have issues like this to deal with!
As Chance and Spyke work their way back in, it’s clear that neither is blaming the other for Hmark getting the drop on them…but Chance is clearly annoyed. As Hmark is still making sure that Moxie is alright, Chance bum-rushes him from behind, knocking him down into the turnbuckles, and really starts laying the boots to him. The crowd boo’s, only to get a double bird and a hearty “@#$% YOU!” from Chance. Chance drags Hmark to a corner, hit’s a knife-edge chop, and turns around, walks away, turns around again…Infamous Flipping Stinger Splash! COVER!
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<Hmark gets the shoulder up! Chance, angry, begins throwing right hands into Hmark’s face, before picking him up and hitting a neck breaker. Chance looks more, well, um…confident now, and brings Hmark to a corner, where he sits him atop a turnbuckle. He throws more fists, and seems like he wants a Superplex, but Hmark hits his kidneys, forcing him off. The two now exchange blows, but neither budge; not until Hmark drops down, turns around, and NAILS Chance with an open-palm strike! He grabs him by the arm, looking for the Iconoclast! No! Chance is resisting! He has his legs wrapped around the top rope, stopping the move! Quickly, Chance drives an elbow to the top of Hmark’s skull, stunning him, and hefts him back up to the top rope.>
<Chance now goes for a top-rope move, this time a top-rope power bomb! No! Hmark clutches the ropes for dear life, and unleashes a European Uppercut on Chance, who rocks back and forth, almost falling to the outside! Both men now straddle the top rope, trying to get an advantage, neither really looking like they know exactly how they’ll be getting down from there! Hmark throws a blow, but Chance moves, and jumps from his position to the top rope itself! He springboards…Springboard Hurricanrana from the top on Hmark! Chance, groggy, leaps halfway across the ring to get an arm on him to cover!>
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<Moxie in to break it up! Now Spyke rushes in, trying to stop Moxie, and the two come to blows. Moxie gets the advantage, and quickly tries to get Spyke up for the Brainbuster, but Spyke slips out, and hit’s a dropkick to Moxie’s back! Moxie falls into the ropes, and Spyke gets a running start, charging him, leaping…BIG SPEAR FROM MOXIE, as Spyke was in midair! Moxie quickly drags Hmark back to their corner, tags himself in, and goes for a cover, but Spyke isn’t the legal man!>
<Instead, Chance is up, and grabs Moxie from behind…SAITO SUPLEX dumps Moxie on his head! Cover!>
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<Chance gets up, and signals for the Confidence Breaker! He picks Mox up and puts him in position, and goes for it…Mox drops to his knee, stopping it! Chance tries pounding down with blows on Moxie’s back to weaken him up enough, to get him over…but Hmark comes out of nowhere from the top rope! Euro Dragon Uppercut on Chance! Chance goes flying clear across the ring! Moxie gets his bearings back, COVER!>
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<Spyke breaks it up with a senton bomb! Moxie, in pain, still manages to roll over and tag in Hmark, who goes after Spyke. The two are now throwing uppercuts back and forth at each other, neither wearing down, until Spyke hit’s the ropes, runs back…quick mule kick from Hmark to the gut! Hmark grabs him for Dragon’s Wings, hefts him up…SPYKE COUNTERS! In mid-air, Spyke frees his arms a bit, and swings his legs forward, dropkicking Hmark in the chest, stopping the move! Both men land on the mat, but Hmark the worse off for it. Spyke measures Hmark as he rises, and hit’s a quick kick, sets him up…DRAGON SLEEPER #2! Some in the crowd start screaming “TAP!” as Hmark’s back is now in agony! Hmark is struggling, but where is he supposed to go with Spyke’s knee in his back? Spyke rears back, roaring, thoughts of a double championship running through his head…so much so that he doesn’t notice Moxie run up Hmark, use his body as a stepping stone, and as Spyke tries to react by letting go and freeing up his arms, Moxie wraps himself around, grabbing the now standing Spyke, and planting him with a Crucifix Bomb! Spyke rolls away, dazed, and Chance tags himself in.>
<Chance immediately knocks Moxie out of the ring, and picks up Hmark…who answers back with a quick slap, stunning Chance! Hmark goes for a quick clothesline, but Chance knocks his arm away…and Hmark falls to the mat on his knees! Chance’s eyes go wide as he realizes what he had been overlooking the whole match! Auraelia nearly dives in the ring to cover Hmark, but he waves her off, just as Chance comes in with a Yakuza-style kick to his left shoulder!>
<Chance doesn’t let up, and grabs the arm again, trying to wring it, and to hit a single-arm DDT…Mox won’t have it! Mox charges in, tackling Chance, anything to get him away from the injured arm of Hmark, who rolls away! Moxie continues throwing blows, but doesn’t see it when Spyke springboards from the top and connects with a spinning heel kick! The force causes Moxie to roll out of the ring, and Spyke keeps the pressure up by running forward, leaping, and flipping clear over the top rope, cannonball onto Moxie! The crowd goes wild as both men go down, leaving Chance, who rises to his feet, alone with Hmark!>
<Almost immediately, Chance picks Hmark up, hit’s a series of strikes, including some kicks to the left arm itself. He goes to put him in a Fisherman’s Suplex, but Hmark quickly reverses, and the crowd leaps to their feet when he starts trying to lock in Cattle Mutilation! He has both of Chance’s arms, but his injury isn’t helping, and Chance stays on his feet, refusing to go down to the mat! In a fete of strength, Chance turns Hmark around, and now has control of his arms from behind, and locks in for a Dragon Suplex…Hmark refuses to go over! He spins Chance around, goes for an elbow, but Chance ducks, and hit’s a quick strike to Hmark’s left arm! With Hmark in pain, Chance hit’s the ropes, going for another Yakuza to the arm…Hmark catches him by the leg, and gets behind him, hooking him up…REGALPLEX!!!>
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<DING! DING! DING!>
BC: The winners of this bout, and qualifying for the Megadeth, HitmanMark, aaaaaand Moxie!
<Hmark gets to his feet, rubbing his arm, but he’s clearly not in as bad shape as he was after the last match.>
DP: Hmark, knowing he was in trouble, pulls out a new trick to escape with his arm intact!
LL: Absolutely vital on his part, as he now gets a chance to further rest that arm before Symphony of Destruction!
DP: What an absolute battle here, and what a team Spyke Johanson and Chance Confidence have made throughout this tournament! Who would’ve guessed, upon hearing they’d be teammates, that these two would outlast so many others?
LL: Team LEO, Midget King and Co., Spyke’s stablemates in Generation Tech…they’ve all been gone, but this unlikely pair makes it almost all the way, down to the final play, if you will, before falling!
<At ringside, Hmark and Auraelia have gotten Moxie up, and the team is now celebrating with the crowd.>
DP: Their road back to the titles is almost complete now, and they’re gonna live it up with this crowd!
LL: Whether or not you like how they went to Japan, this has GOT to feel like personal vindication for them!
DP: But what awaits at Symphony of Destruction? What about the dWo? The Sunshine Squad? Hell, what about the Megadeth itself? And Team Ireland…too many questions, too little time! Keep watching, people!
<The cameras show shots of Hmark leaping into the crowd, holding his arms up, fans patting him on the back, while Moxie does much of the same. In the ring, Spyke is actually helping Chance to his feet; a loud applause rings out, the fans appreciating what this random pairing has done. Once he’s up, though, Chance just leaves the ring, not happy, and walks up the ramp. Spyke shrugs, figuring “That’s Chance”, and still manages to get a bit of celebration in with the Toolshed Title before he leaves; he can now focus fully on retaining it at the Invitational at this Sunday’s show. The PR eventually leave, the cameras fade to a commercial for EWT Action Figures: get Series 5, “EWT in SPAAAAAACE!”, today!
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