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Post by SHOCK_THE_TRUTH.VLTG3 on Aug 29, 2006 8:44:28 GMT -5
After a few advertisements for horrible EWT Cereal PRoducts, we fade in to the backstage area... where Canceler is seen standing by. As with everybody else in that Detention Match at Crapmania, he's feeling quite worse for the wear. He dressed in casual attire... well, as casual as a behemoth like him can look.
Canceler: Virus... I... thank... you. You... help... Canceler... when... needed...most. You... help... put... end... to...Pain. But...
Canceler clears his throat.
Canceler: But you know what? I have sadly grown tired of the EWT and of wrestling and as of next week, I will be retiring... to live out my life long dream... of being a YOGA INSTRUCTOR!
The crowd is silent now... from the thought of Canceler's " dream.
Canceler: But seeing as next week... you will be back to near full strength and so shall I. Why don't we have that match that Pain denied us last time. As a proper send off for myself. You see Virus, my friend... I want to face you... one on one. Not for any glory. Not for any rewards. Not for any accolades. But Virus... I couldn't think of anybody I'd rather have my last match with.
Canceler looks around a bit.
Canceler: If you do accept my offer... then I promise to put on a... as some might say... HELL of a match. But I've just grown tired of the EWT... and I'll be absolutely fine leaving... even if I never won any titles. Even if all I'll be remembered for was being Principal Pain's... lackey. So whether you accept my challenge or not Virus... I will be having my last match in the EWT next week. But no matter who it is against... I shall give it my all. I can't promise a... five star match with my physique. But I'll go for best match that my body can give. After all... I owe it to the fans. I owe it to the EWT. So with that said... Virus. You heard my request. I'll allow you to answer it.
Canceler looks to the screen one more time... actually smiling, with a horrible looking crooked smile, before walking off.
Fade to commercial.
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Ragnal
Game Genie
Yanno what they say: All toasters toast El Dandy
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Post by Ragnal on Aug 29, 2006 21:13:20 GMT -5
*International Woman plays as Gail Kim enters the arena to the crowd’s boos.*
LILLIAN: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Making her way to the ring first…Gail KIM!
*As Gail Kim steps in the ring and taunts the crowd for a bit, then her music fades. “I’m Just A Girl” by No Doubt takes it’s place, and out comes Linda Ragnal. Something seems a little different about her appearance, however. Her red glasses are gone, and on her head she wears a pink skull cap. She heads down the ramp, slapping hands with the fans on her way down.*
LILLIAN: And her opponent, from Scranton, PA, she is the Oceanic Beauty…Linda RAGNAL!
*Linda slides into the ring, and the fans cheer as she climbs the ropes, raising her arm with the “rock on” sign. As Linda climbs off the ropes, she turns her attention to Gail Kim, and the match begins. Linda and Gail lock up in the middle, and eventually Gail knees Linda in the gut, and puts her in a headlock. Linda is able to shove Gail off her and into the ropes, and Linda hits her with a shoulder tackle. Linda runs to the ropes and bounces off while Gail rolls underneath her. She stays flat in the center until Linda leaps back over her, to which she stands up, and leaps over as Linda runs under her. Linda runs off the ropes one last time, and leaps up around Gail’s shoulders, and hits a hurracanrana. Linda goes to pin.*
1! 2!
*Kickout by Gail. Linda picks Gail up off the canvas and whips her into the ropes. As Gail comes running back, Linda puts her in a tilt-a-whirl, places her back onto her feet, and hits an enziguri. Linda runs to the ropes again and attempts a Lionsault, but Gail rolls out of the way, and Linda lands on her feet. Gail runs to the ropes and bounces back to Linda, and leaps onto her shoulders, and climbs over her head, and hits a Sunset Flip pin to Linda.*
1! 2!
*Linda kicks out. Gail picks Linda up off the canvas and jabs her forehead a few times. She whips Linda into the ropes, and leaps up and puts Linda in the Christo. Linda tries to keep her cool and tries for the ropes, but Gail’s tight grasp brings her to the floor. Linda uses her free arm to crawl to the nearest ropes, and grabs a hold to it. The ref begins the five count, and Gail lets go at 3. Gail picks Linda up again, but this time Linda slaps her hands away and nails Gail with a step-up Enziguri. Linda keeps her legs around Gail’s neck, and rolls over, bringing Gail’s head back. With no other choice, Gail taps to this new submission move.*
LILLIAN: Here is your winner…LINDA RAGNAL!
*With that, Linda releases her hold on Gail, and stands up as the ref raises her arm in victory. Linda rolls out of the ring, and slaps hands with the fans as she heads to the back.*
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Post by The Lach is very tired on Aug 30, 2006 6:35:57 GMT -5
*Spaz is standing by backstage he has the title belt around his waist & is wearing his "Cometh The Hour Cometh The Man shirt.*
Toom E. Dangerously, you say that I don't respect the fans, that I am god's gift to this business. They are f***ing lies! "Your" fans are smart enough to see through your Bulls***! The reason that I go out there & wrestle each damn week is for those fans. Sure it's cliched but the rush I get when I hear them cheering for me kills any pain that I go through to perform. You Toom E. are just jealous that the fans have forgotten your old ass that you have been replaced at the alter by new idols. Men like Spyke Johannson, Koda Kazar, Mike Ragnal. Strong beautiful women like Linda Ragnal & Queen Rosa. You are just a bitter man, sure we akk have to thank you for starting this place off but it is us who have picked up the ball & run with it. You say that I am not a worthy champion but my ability says otherwise & so do the fans. The fans that have cheered my name, that come the shows with signs, that buy my T-Shirts & DVDs. I give away size & height to most of the men I face yet I overcome it with my ability & the support of the Spazphiles!
*Spaz is angry & his face is going red. He takes a deep breath & calms down a bit. The camera then pulls back from his face.*
You should be used to this sight Toom E. Spaz as the champion. If your not get used to it coz you will be seeing it for a long time yet!
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ape
Unicron
Aunt Blabby Tells All.
bea wants all you sweathogs to take a look at what a REAL man is supposed to look like
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Post by ape on Aug 30, 2006 7:16:54 GMT -5
*cut to the ring and rosebud, with ape on the outside, and davey boy smith are both in the ring. the bell sounds and the two circle the ring. rosebud charges smith and the bulldog dodges the big man. rosebud turns around and charges again, and again, the bulldog steps out of the way. a third time rosebud charges, but this time the bulldog takes him down with a drop-toe hold and slaps on a side headlock.
rosebud slowly gets to his feet and shoves smith into the ropes the bulldog hits a shoulder block but neither man moves. bulldog goes off and hits another. again, neither man moves. he bounces off one more time, rosebud swings and misses with a clothesline and davey boy smith attepts a crucifix. rosebud uses his strength and turns it into a samoan drop. rosebud picks up davey boy smith and throws him to the outside by ape.
ape claws his way out of his wheelchair and crawls over to the bulldog and begins to viciously bite away at his leg. he easily breaks through the skin and blood begins to gush out. ape then howls in a manic laughter and screams for rosebud to come out and finish him. ape keeps his grip on the bulldog's leg and once again begins to bite away as rosebud grabs his sled from the corner of the ring and climbs to the top rope. he then hits an arabian facebuster-like move onto smith, possibly knocking him out cold.
ape releases his grip on the bulldog, crawls back over to his wheelchair, and grabs a snowglobe. he lifts the snowglobe up in the air, and rosebud...seemingly in a trance...slowly walks over and grabs it. rosebud hugs the snowglobe and begins to gently stoke his hand along the top of it....he then puts the snowglobe on the apron. rosebud gorilla presses davey boy smith and throws him back into the ring. he then slides in after him and places the snowglobe in the center of the ring. rosebud throws the bulldog off the ropes and hits the black hole slam onto the snowglobe, causing it to shatter. he goes for the cover.
1.....2......3.
without a celebration, rosebud slowly crawls out of the ring and walks over to ape and gives him a hug. ape hugs back, petting rosebud's head. after a few moments, rosebud helps ape get back into the wheelchair, then pushes him to the back.*
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Post by respectmeordye3 on Aug 30, 2006 12:30:14 GMT -5
A wild tribal chanting theme begins to sound through the speakers.
"Hailing from the Wilds of Siberia, making his debut apperance here at EWT for the first time, your friend and mine, Reggie Dybodak!" screams the announcer as a short five foot Eskimo-man dressed in the unusual clothing of khaki's, a hawaiian shirt and sandals steps out onto the stage.
Reggie bows slightly and then with an annoying smirk, he saunters down into the ring with mic in hand. "I am clearly not a wrestler as you can obviously see--However I am not exactly a manager either. I guess the best thing I'd be called is more of a buissness man and as such I have a proposition for anyone in the back who would like to make some cash. Here's the deal, each week I will introduce a wrestler or a tag team etc., and if they are beaten the winner will win a certain amount of cash. If they do not beat my wrestler and or wrestlers then that same opponent will keep coming back until he DOES get beaten. All these matches are anything goes so if you have the courage to step up and earn some dough let's go ahead and get started"
Reggie spits a wad of chewing tobacco outside the ring and then continues..
"And my offer for today is, $800.00 for whoever back there beats this man....." Reggie says.
And with that generic music begins as a 6 foot severly overweight japanese guy, with hot pink dreadlocks,and silver boots, and wearing blue biker gloves and a purple thong.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, I want you to meet Buck Buckley! As I said before---the first man to take him on and defeat him wins 800 smackers!"
Any takers?
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Deamon Cohln
Don Corleone
AND THAT'S THE GODDAMN TRUTH!
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Post by Deamon Cohln on Aug 30, 2006 14:16:57 GMT -5
*Sum Guy is backstage in the catering food hall getting a plate. He grabs a decent size helping of food and moves over to a table and realizes he has forgotten his silverware. He walks over again and roots through the utensils to find the ones he needs. The room goes black all of a sudden.*
Sum Guy: Huh? What’s going on?
*The lights go back on just as mysteriously as the came on. Sum shrugs his shoulder and walks over to his table again and sits in the chair. He jams his fork into his piece of chicken and tears it off, bringing it to his mouth and eating it. The lights dim this time, Sum barely notices. He is getting a little freaked out though.*
Sum Guy: Is anyone there?
*A voice crackles from the distant hallway.*
Voice: You know who it is.
Sum Guy: Dad? Is that you?
Voice: Huh? No…
Sum Guy: Well then, voice in my head, please let me eat in peace.
*The lights grow brighter now, to almost a blinding aura. Sum can barely see his hand in front of his face as he brings them up to cover his eyes. The lights return to normal as Sum is now almost scared right out of his seat. Then he notices the figure standing in front of him.*
Figure: You’re gonna tell them of my return, okay Sum?
Sum Guy: Okay! Okay! Who are you anyway!
*The figure leans in, it’s like a blast from the past for him as a face comes out of the light. He recognizes him immediately.*
Sum Guy: HOLY CHRIST ON A CRUTCH! YOU AGAIN!
*Sum Guy passes out as the figure walks out of the room, flipping the switch to kill the lights.*
Figure: Let them know Sum. Let them know I’m back for what I rightfully deserve, and that’s the goddamn truth.
*The figure leaves, shutting the door, fading everything to black as the door closes.*
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Post by Banned Member on Aug 30, 2006 16:55:24 GMT -5
*Joe is standing in the ring when the lights go out, and King of Kings starts up, and pyro lights up the arena. Merc steps out from behind the curtain, and makes his way half way down the ramp before stopping half way down. Merc grabs the nearby mic.*
Merc: Ahhhh Joe One what a pleasure to see you, but you see I am not Tooms servant I will not do what he asks, but my long last brother has no problems doing my dirty work!
*Joe runs over to the ropes yelling at Merc, but while Joe is distracted. A man bigger then Merc by a few inches, and wearing the the same attire of Merc steps over the top rope, and stands behind Joe, and taps him on the shoulder.*
Merc: Turn around Joe meet my bro Renegade!
*Joe Turns around only to be grabbed, and head butted down to the ring mat. Joe gets up, and punches Renegade a few times. Only for Renegade to laugh them off, and then toss Joe into the corner, and punch him very stiffly several times. Merc moves closer to the ring, and goes to whisper something in his brothers ear Only to have the big man come toppling down on him as a result of a Joe dropkick to the back of the head.*
Merc: Why that no good son of a b****!!!
*Joe seeing his moment quickly grabs the ladder, and sets it up, and starts to climb, but Merc enters the ring himself, and throws Joe off the ladder. Merc picks the ladder up, and hits Joe with it several time. Merc calls to Renegade, and Merc, and his bro pick up Joe, and spike power bomb him onto the ladder. Merc then drags Joe over to the corner. While Renegade brings the ladder over to the corner, and lays it down. Merc hits Joe with the Round Up on to the ladder, and Joe is instantly busted wide open.*
*The Fans start to chant Holey s***!*
*As Merc lays in pain holding his back Renegade grabs the lifeless Joe, and choke slams him onto the ladder. Starting up an even louder holey s***! chant. Merc slowly gets up, and sets up the ladder in the center of the ring, and yells at Renegade to bring Joe up the ladder.*
*Renegade drags Joe over to the ladder,and sets him on the top rung as Merc climbs up the ladder, and reaches for the pink slip. All of a sudden Joe starts to punch Merc, and Merc starts to wobble back, and forth on the ladder, but before Joe can get that knock out blow on Renegade grabs Joe, and Jackhammers him off the ladder, and Merc seeing this quickly grabs the pink slip, and jumps down off the ladder, and hands it to Joe.*
RA: Your winner Merrrrrrrrrrrrccccccccc!!!
*The fans are all in shock in what they just saw as Merc grabs the mic.
Merc: You see that Toom! Huh! You wanna mess with me! Well you got big problems now Toom as my big bro here doesn't like it when people mess with his younger brother! So Toom be a man next time, and face me in the ring!
*Merc throws the mic down, and Merc, and Renegade walk off to the back*
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Post by iwn on Aug 30, 2006 18:45:50 GMT -5
We are about to get set for a Triple Threat Match between Kenny King, Johnny Parisi, and Barry Horowitz. WHO BOOKED THIS?!
Suddenly though... The Numa Numa song starts up as down to the ring stomps Hank Smith with the IWN, more pissed off then usual. Each one of them is carrying a horribly crude sign down to the ring as the crowd boos. It appears that they are going to attempt to " picket the ring " The crowd boos as Smith appears to be sweating just from walking down to the ring. He attempts to roll into the ring, only to stop halfway. The three IWN guys walk over and push him in the rest of the way as he gets to his feet, stepping in the middle of the ring.
Hank Smith: You... boobs aren't going to see this match I'm afraid because the IWN has taken over... * pant * the ring! And we aren't leaving until we... get ourselves an EWT contract! All four of us!
The crowd starts laughing as Smith stands in the middle of the ring, looking angry.
Hank: Nobody asked you... nutters! And you see... we are going to get our friggin contracts because I said so! I didn't spend six months calling Toomi out on Youtube in vain!!!
This only makes the crowd laugh harder as suddenly... Johnny Parisi grabs a microphone and looks at them.
Parisi: Hey... there's no way we are going to be interrupted in one of the matches we will ever have here... and we sure as hell are not gonna be interrupted by a bunch of wrestler wannabes!
This little comment seems to tick off Dinner, who grabs the microphone. Oh no...
Dinner: Wannabes?! Booooooooooy... we're the bee's knees! You be trippin... Around the ring we gonna be flippi..
Smith thankfully snatches the mike back.
Hank: This ain't time... for one of your " Phat " rhymes! Just kick their asses!
The three IWN guys nod and charge angrily... well, looking more like constipatedly, towards the three. However all three jobbers dodge their attacks, before clotheslining all three of them over the top rope to the outside! The three IWN guys all get taken down to the ground after landing. Hank Smith looks a bit bewildered... as he tries to run away, only for all three to grab and FLING him right out over the top and onto all three of his allies. For perhaps the only in these guys lives, they receive a HUGE pop from the crowd... well until the referee declares the match a no contest...
So they all still lose.
Meanwhile Hank Smith and his goons can be seen running off... well walking off before once again being apprehended by EWT Security
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Post by dorf on Aug 30, 2006 21:33:42 GMT -5
*Dorf is in the back with microphone in hand with Heiden-Dorf at his side*
Dorf: Yes, yes...its is I, DORF! Yeah, yeah...you thought we died or return to Crap-a-Mania 3, but we didn't. Crap-a-Mania 3 was s*** not without my lord Cheese Sandwich savior, HEIDEN-DORF!
*gives microphone to Heiden-Dorf*
Heiden-Dorf: OH MY COUSIN....CHEESE SANDWICHIFY!
*gives mic back to Dorf*
Dorf: We took a month to go back to our roots and figure out our kinks and NOW, WE'RE BACK!
*gives mic to Heiden-Dorf*
Heiden-Dorf: YOU BETTA...BELEE DAT...CHEESE SANDWICH!
*gives mic back to Dorf*
Dorf: EXACTLY. Without some charisma, we just had no use. Now that Crap-a-Mania 3 is over and believe me, we WILL rise to the top again, because I am a former EWT OX Division Champion, a former EWT Royal Pain In The Ass winner, and a former EWT WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION!
*gives mic to Heiden-Dorf and motions with fingers pointing to him*
Heiden-Dorf: ME BE...2 TIME...*nods*..2 TIME...FORMER EWT....er, uh...TRI-STATE CHAMPION, AND CURRENT...CHEESE SANDIWCH...CHAMPINE OF THE....*burps* WORLD!
Dorf: This week, we face the Nyrds. The Nyrds? No way...those weeklings couldn't beat me together when I was World Heavyweight Champion. With an extra person here, we are UNSTOPPABLE!! Those guys can't fight their way out of a woman, because they don't know how to work one.
These guys were ranked #1 in their high school, but were college dropouts...because they were too lazy to do anything but be...still living in their parents' basements. HAHAHAHA!
The Nyrds? In a competitive sport of Professional Wrestling? HA, that almost sounds like an oxymoron. *Dorf and Heiden-Dorf laugh*
*end laughter*
*gives mic to Heiden-Dorf*
Heiden-Dorf: OH MY COUSIN....CHEESE SANDWICHIFY!
*gives mic to Dorf*
Dorf: Here's your sandwich, Heidi. *Heiden-Dorf squeals* Get ready for your match Nyrds...you will get your just do, with the DORF WORLD ORDER! *spray paints DwO on the camera screen with red color*
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Sajoa Moe
Patti Mayonnaise
Did you get that thing I sent ya?
A man without gimmick.
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Post by Sajoa Moe on Aug 31, 2006 13:17:20 GMT -5
Great Hugo is standing it a dark hallway.
Chance Confidence. You managed to overcome the greatest challenge in your career. You survived the Barbed Wire Match at Crap-A-Mania, with Great Hugo. I respect your perseverance and willingness to carry on under pain and duress.
But Chance Confidence, I do not respect you, for you have no honor. I do not respect the way you carry yourself, the way you put yourself above others, your self-promotion, your disrespect for the rules of this great sport. In Japan, I learned that respect is a major key to success, and it helped me achieve great things. Your lack of honor, Chance Confidence, can only mean your downfall, and EWT will be all the better for it.
This week, I return to the ring, and face Tommy Dreamer. Tommy Dreamer is a great competitor, a hardcore warrior, one who shows great heart and determination. It will be an honor to meet him in the ring.
Chance Confidence, you will watch my match against Tommy Dreamer, and you will find out the meaning of honor, courage, and respect.
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Ratings
Dennis Stamp
Has a box of scraps
"YAY!"
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Post by Ratings on Aug 31, 2006 16:00:51 GMT -5
EWT Arena - Backstage (The Elite Locker Room)
*
FADE IN to Ratings - dressed in his wrestling and entrance gear - talking to Maxx Awesome and "Semper Fi" Erik Majors, who are wearing their casual clothing.
*
Ratings: "Yeah, so, I know why I didn't have a match at Crap-a-Mania, but the question is... what happened to you match, guys? I thought you were going to take down the Suicide Idolz?"
(Erik and Maxx exchange looks before turning back to Ratings, shrugging their shoulders)
Ratings: "Well, whatever, it's cool. Now onto more important matters. Did you guys hear Toom E. Dangerously chew out Spaz?"
Erik: "Hell yeah, man. He teared that punk of a champ a new one."
Maxx: "Verbally owned!"
Ratings: "Exactly. And do you know what Toom E. also said in his little tirade? He said that the next champion of EWT is going to be a man who is "worthy". A man who..."
(does the hand quotations)
Ratings: (cont.) "'Cares' about the fans. Now, who better to be the next EWT champion than me."
(Maxx and Erik exchange looks again)
Maxx: "But Ratings... you hate the EWT fans."
Ratings: "Damn right I do. However, I'm talking about those slum dwellers, I'm talking about "our" people. The rich, the famous, the beautiful; our fellow elitists. Now I was suppose to have a match with the "Nature Boy" this week, but I..."
Erik: "...Sent him home and found a replacement to wrestle against."
Ratings looks at his fellow stablemates
Ratings: "Am I that obvious?"
Maxx and Erik nods.
Ratings: "Oh... well, that kind of sucks. Anyways, I haven't wrestled in a while and since I'm the heir to the EWT throne, I should start getting in the ring a bit more. This is where you guys come in."
Ratings holds up two clipboards before his friends.
Ratings: "Gentlemen, what I have here are two petitions. I want you two to go out there and get as many signatures as you can and bring them back to me. Then, Toom E. will see that I, the "Palm Springs Playboy, the "'It' Athlete", the "Greatest Wrestler of Yesterday, Today and Tomorrow", am more than worthy to be EWT Heavyweight Champion."
Ratings hands a clipboard to Maxx.
Ratings: "Maxx, you take this and hit east coast. Hit the clubs in New York, Chicago, Miami and fill that bad boy up with names."
Maxx: "No problem, Ratings. Leave it to me."
Ratings hands a clipboard to Erik.
Ratings: "And Erik, heheh, you go to the west coast. I'm talking LA, Beverly Hills, Las Vegas, the usual hotspots."
Erik: "You got it, playboy."
Ratings: "Alright, well, get to it. Get those names and gold will be coming home to the Elite."
Smiling, Maxx & Erik leave while Ratings flashes a cocky smirk.
FADE OUT
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Post by Chrysta on Aug 31, 2006 23:12:20 GMT -5
*Cut to a locker room, where Chrysta and Ms. White are seen kissing passionately. THey stop shortly afterwards, looking into each other's eyes longingly.*
Chrysta: My dear...it's been so long since I've been able to kiss you...to touch you...
White: Chrysta...I missed you so much.
*They lean in for another kiss, when suddenly...
VOICES: HLA! HLA! HLA!
*The camera pans back to show the IWN looking over the two of them. Chrysta and White pay them no attention, but they have nasty looks on their faces.*
Smith: Ah, it does me good to see the fans get what they want.
*Chrysta turns to the buffoons, her tone and expressions ice cold.*
Chrysta: If you do not cart yourself out of our sight...you shall be in very much pain.
Smith: Oh yeah? Tell her, Thad!
*Jim Dinner steps forward, shoving his bling into Chrysta's face.*
Dinner: Yo, little laides. How you be doin'? Wanna hang out with me and my crewin'? It'd be fun I can tell you that. A night on the town is gonna be-
W&C: SCAT!!
*The IWN just stares at the two girls.*
OOOO: Hey...did they just say a time with us was-?
Smith: They sure as hell did!
Chrysta: Gentlemen, what we meant by our words was for you to take your behinds, and leave this room, before we take something, and put it UP them!
*The IWN exchanges looks with one another, and without a peep, leave the room. Chrysta and White are relieved by this, and Chrysta lets out a sigh.*
Chrysta: Those bufoons. They did nopthing but aggravate me out of my mood...Ms. White!
White: Chrysta?
Chrysta: I'll be heading for my match shortly. You best prepare yourself against Ms. Rachel.
White: Alright...but Chrysta? Before the crash...you wanted to ask me something...what did you-
Chrysta: We'll speak of it later, my dear...good luck.
*Chrysta leaves the room, and the camera follows after her. After stepping around a corner, she stops, and takes something out of her pocket...
...A ring.*
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Ratings
Dennis Stamp
Has a box of scraps
"YAY!"
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Post by Ratings on Sept 1, 2006 7:55:42 GMT -5
FADE IN A man in his mid-to-late-20s is shown standing on a pinic table bench in a park setting. Patriotic music is played as he stares out into the distance. * Man: My father taught me many things. But I'll always remember the three things he told me to always believe in: family, yourself, and of course... America. Those words are what made me the man I am today. An national wrestling champion, 3-time All-American and hero to all the kids out there. I want them to look to me like the way I look to my father. I'm going to be their hero, their American hero. * The man looks to the camera. * Man: "My name is Lance Strong. American Strong." ...is coming
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Oak: Certified Jade Hater
Bill S. Preston, Esq.
Edgier than Wayne Brady, Harder than Chinese Arithmetic, and Higher than the ratings for Blade: The Series
TOP ROPE CATCH A VIBE YEAH I SWERVE WHEN I DRIVE
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Post by Oak: Certified Jade Hater on Sept 1, 2006 18:00:51 GMT -5
We fade into Chad Michaels and Bolt Bacana standing by with Sum Guy.
SG: Hello, I'm SUm Guy, and my poopy smells like cheese. HEre with mne now are the two men that will face the Prophecy Reborn, Chad Michaels and Bolt Bacana. Guys, are you at all nevous about what's gonna happen?
Chad: Not at all, not at all, not at all. You see, me and Bolt are ready for this. We're prepared. At Crap-A-Mania, we knew we were going to win. Unfortunately....
Bolt: Jessica suprised me with an early "present". It was worth missing C-A-M.
Chad: My culo. Now, we're given the chance to go out and win the titles. Prophecy Reborn, you are great, no question about it. But when the time comes, the titles will be ours. Bank on it.
Bolt and Chad leave as Sum Guy stands there with a cheesy grin.
Sum Well, I'm Sum Guy, and butterflies make me fart.
FADE OUT
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Post by Rick Raskall on Sept 2, 2006 10:30:21 GMT -5
"Lean" Gene Cummerbund is walking around backstage looking for Sexy Dynamo. He hears some noise coming from the locker room. He knocks on the door.
Lean Gene: Sexy Dynamo? Are you in there?
A brief pause, then Sexy Dynamo opens the door.
Sexy Dynamo: What is it with the interruptions, Mr. Lean Gene? Can you not see that I am entertaining one of my many lady friends?
Lean Gene: Oh, not again! This is the second week in a row that you've tried to skip out on a match! Your opponent, Principal Pain, will be furious!
Sexy Dynamo: It is no matter, Mr. Lean Gene. For you see, after Crap-A-Mania -- a name which is not sexy in the least -- Principal Pain is suffering from...how do you say, the ouchie boo-boos. Therefore, I am free to do whatever I want. So off with you, Mr. Lean Gene.
Kristal Marshall appears from behind the door. She grabs Sexy Dynamo by the arm and pulls him back into the room.
Lean Gene: Toomi will not be pleased! He'll find out that you've been skipping matches, and then what will you do?
Sexy Dynamo: (from behind door) I say, enough with the interrupting! Now Kristal, my flower, where were we...
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Post by thesunshinesquad on Sept 2, 2006 11:00:49 GMT -5
Mickie James's theme starts up as she hops and bops on down towards the ring from the backstage.
Announcer: The following contes...
HE doesn't get any further as Vivian charges out from behind grabbing Mickie from behind and LAUNCHING her right off the top of the steel rampway, watching her crash her hard onto the floor! The crowd boos angrily as Vivian smiles, looking quite pleased with herself. She walks down to the ring, climbing inside and grabbing the announcer's microphone, looking pissed, but smiling.
Vivian: Well boys and girls... sorry I can't give you a Spectacular Wacular match this week, but you see... at Crapmania... I was BLATENTLY Assaulted from behind... by a mean little girl, named Mystery. But you see, her name should be HISTORY! Becuase when I get my hands on her... that is exactly what she's gonna be.
Vivian smiles, rolling out of the ring, grabbing a steel chair and walking over to a downed Mickie James, cracking the steel chair right into her face over... and over... and over... until she's been completely busted open the hard way, blood gushing from her busted foredhead. Vivian still has the microphone, except now it's in her pocket.
Vivian: See... I can use a chair too!
She picks Mickie James up, tossing the chair down, and DROPPING her with a nasty DDT right atop of it! The crowd boos as Vivian smiles, skipping away and back to the backstage area as the crowd looks on in horror at the motionless body of Mickie James...
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Post by Superior Dragon on Sept 2, 2006 12:36:57 GMT -5
Afetr the EMT's take Mickie out on a stretcher, Boyhitscar's "Lovefurypassioneenrgy" hits as Lita comes out to "VD!" and "HERPES!" chants Lita ignores them and slides into the ring for her match.
"Your Religion" by Chosen hits as Sarah Sidall comes out to her new song, bandaged but ready to go. She slides in and takes Lita down with a hard clothesline to start the match.
Lita gets up and gets hit with a roundhouse kick as Sarah poses for the fans. Lita gets abck up again and tries to hitt he spear, but Sarah catches her and hits the DDT. Lita's eyes roll to the back of her head as Sarah picks her up and debuts her new finishing move, the Homocide! (Lethal Injection) Sarah climbs the ropes and hits her other new finishing move, the Genocide! (Sky Twister Press to legdrop). Sarah has the pin, and it's over.
Tony Chimel: Here is you-
Sarah es the microphone from Tony.
Sarah: Hold on a second. Now, to all the fans, you may have been disappointed that the Suicidal Idolz didn't compete at Crap-A-Mania. Well, don't worry, because next week, the Idolz will come back, better than ever, and debut their new finishing move, the Deranged Epsiode! *crowd cheers* And as a personal note, RLC, now that your champ, every woman on the roster is gunning for you. And you can bet your ass that I'm one of them.
"Your Religion" hits as Sarah walks to the back as the ref checks on Lita.
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Post by Ragnal on Sept 2, 2006 14:18:05 GMT -5
*Cut back to the ring, which is scattered with nothing but tables, ladders, and chairs all over.
LILLIAN: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and it is a TLC match for the EWT Tri-State Championship!
*Sexy Guy plays, and Bret Michaels walks out in his jacket and sunglasses, a serious look riding on his face. No dancing down the aisle, no posing, just walks down the ramp, and berates a fan along the way, as Cherry follows behind him.*
LILLIAN: Introducing first, from Calgary……Alberta, Canada, being accompanied to the ring by “Sensational” Cherry, the Heartbreak Hitman…Bret MICHAELS!
*Cherry gets on the apron and holds the middle rope down for Bret, as he steps into the ring. While Bret’s getting ready for the oncoming battle, his music dies down, and High Voltage takes it’s place. Mike Ragnal walks out, the Tri-State belt around his waist, and the fans applaud him, slapping hands with the new champion as he heads for the ring.*
LILLIAN: And the opponent, from “The Electric City” of Scranton, PA, he is the EWT Tri-State champion…the Master of Elemental Disaster, Mike RAGNAL!
*Mike slides into the ring, and as he stands up he takes the belt off his waist and hands it to the ref. The match begins, and Mike and Bret circle around a few times. Eventually, they lock up in the center, and Bret’s able to push Mike into a corner, which unfortunately has a ladder placed right against it. Bret kicks Mike in the gut, which knocks him against the ladder, losing his grip on Bret’s hands. Bret elbows Mike’s chest against the ladder, and follows it up with a series of cross chops. Bret whips Mike into an opposite corner, which is bare without objects. Mike stops at the post and leaps into the air, looking to get behind Bret, but Bret sees it coming and stops after Mike leaps up. As Mike reaches back to the ground, Bret wraps his arms around Mike’s waist and nails a German Suplex on him. Bret goes for a pin.*
1! 2!
*Kickout from Mike. Bret kicks at Mike a few times, then picks him up and looks for a vertical suplex, but Mike sneaks out of it and goes behind Bret. Mike hits a Russian Legsweep to Bret, then puts him in a scissor headlock. After a short while, Bret is able to jab Mike in the face, eventually loosening his grip on Bret. Bret gets to his feet and picks Mike off the ground, and looks to whip Mike into a corner. Mike reverses it, and sends Bret into a corner. Mike charges at Bret, hitting him in the face with a high knee. Mike delivers a few cross chops to Bret, then a hard headbutt to the skull. With Bret still in the corner, Mike grabs the ladder from one of the other corners, and positions himself in fron of Bret. Mike charges, using the ladder as a battering ram, but Bret moves out of the corner. Mike comes to a sudden halt, and Bret uses the momentum to dropkick the ladder into Mike, knocking him to the ground. Bret moves the ladder off of Mike and goes for a pin.*
1! 2!
*Mike gets his shoulder up. Bret picks Mike up and flings him over the ropes, Mike landing on the apron. Bret picks Mike up, possibly for a suplex onto the top rope, bu Mike is able to hold his weight back down to the apron, and instead lifts Bret into the air, and drops him onto the ropes. Mike climbs the ropes looking for a guillotine legdrop, but Cherry gets in the ring and gets Bret out of the way. Mike changes his direction due to this and dropkicks both of them onto the table in the corner. Mike goes for the ladder again, and charges into the corner, and MIKE RAMS BRET THROUGH THE TABLE WITH THE LADDER! Mike grabs Bret and snapmares him to the ground, following with an enziguri. Mike goes for the pin.*
1! 2!
*Only two, as Bret’s able to kick out. Mike grabs Bret by his hair, and tosses him out to the outside, right in front of the announce tables. Mike rolls out of the ring, picks Bret up, and slams his head into the apron. Mike whips Bret into the edge of the ring, and goes under it for two chairs. Cherry tries to stop him, but Mike puckers his lips at her. Cherry, disgusted by the memories, stays away from him. Mike throws one of the chairs into the ring, and makes use of the other one by SLAMMING IT AGAIN BRET’S CHEST! The extra backage of the ring makes a BIG impact, and possibly knocks a good amount of wind out of Bret! Mike rolls Bret back into the ring, and goes for a pin.*
1! 2!
*And a close two count, as Bret gets a shoulder up. Mike picks Bret up and whips him into a corner. He rests one of the chairs in the center of the ring, runs at Bret, and leaps up onto his shoulders and attempts a hurracanrana…Bret holds his weight and lifts Mike back up, and POWERBOMBS HIM ONTO THE STEEL CHAIR! Cherry hands Bret the other chair Mike brought in, and kicks at Mike, making sure he won’t get up. Bret raises the chair up…ONE MAN CONCHAIRTO! ONE MAN CONCHAIRTO ON RAGNAL! Confident that this knocked the wind out of Mike, Bret goes for the cover!*
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2!
NO!
*Mike yells in pain as he gets his shoulder up. Bret gets on his feet and yells to Cherry to grab a table for him. Cherry looks under the ring for some time, looking under each side of the ring. Bret grows impatient, and eventually she grabs a table, but foolishly tries to get it into the ring between the middle and top rope. Bret reaches outside for it, but as this takes it’s time, Mike Ragnal has climbed the nearest turnbuckle. He leaps up…GUILLOTINE LEGDROP! MIKE PULLS A GUILLOTINE LEGDROP AND PUTS BRET THROUGH THE TABLE WHILE IT’S IN MIDAIR! Both combatants are outside the ring grabbing themselves in sheer pain, as the crowds yell out “HOLY S***! HOLY S***!” After a matter of minutes, both men are finally back to their feet, and they begin to trade punches. Mike eventually gets the upper hand, punching Bret in the face several times. He tosses Bret back into the ring, and climbs back in himself. Mike leaps off of the ropes, and nails a LIONSAULT TO BRET ON THE CHAIR! Mike goes to pin…*
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*THE REF ISN’T THERE! The ref is trying to get Cherry off the apron! Mike breaks his pin and goes over to the ref, and gives a teasing smile to Cherry. Remembering Mike’s kiss, Cherry gives a grossed out look, and gets off the apron. Mike turns his attention back to Bret, who’s already got a chair in hand, and cracks it over Mike’s skull! Mike back down on the ground, Bret yells to Cherry to grab him another table. Cherry finds one under the ring, and before she brings it in, Bret stops her, and tells her to slide it into the ring. Bret sets the table up, and Mike slowly gets back to his feet while doing so. Bret grabs Mike and tosses him onto the table. Bret climbs the nearest turnbuckle, and the fans boo him like crazy, and before he leaps off, he gives the fans the “Up yours!” gesture, and leaps off with an ELBOW DROP THROUGH THE TABLE! Bret stays on for the pin!*
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3…NO!
*Mike yells in pain AGAIN as he kicks out of the pin! Bret gets frustrated by this, and goes for one last move. He goes to the corner, and stomps his foot. The crowd boosBret, knowing he’s attempting to hit some Sweet Chin Muzak! As Mike finally gets to his feet, he turns to Bret…AND DODGES THE MUZAK! Bret turns to Mike, and Mike kicks Bret in the gut, and goes for a gutwrench DDT! Mike runs to the ropes and leaps off, hitting another Lionsault! Mike gets up, and signals for the Ragnalrok. Mike waits for Bret to get to his feet, and hoists him onto his shoulders. Bret struggles himself free, landing behind Mike. Mike turns around…SWEET CHIN MUZAK! This one could be over as Bret goes to pin!*
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3…NO!
*Mike gets his shoulder up AGAIN! Bret is in disbelief! After throwing a small tantrum, Bret decides he’s had it, and tosses Mike out of the ring. Bret follows behind, and clears off the announce table. He picks Mike up, looking to slam his head into the table, but Mike holds his upper body strength. Bret tries again…still no good. Mike finally elbows Bret in the gut, and Bret lets go. Now MIKE slams Bret’s head into the table, several times, and finally rolls him onto the announce table. Mike climbs back into the ring, and sets up the ladder IN THE RING. The fans cheer Mike on, and the announcers begin to call Mike “suicidal”. With only one shot, Mike leaps off the ladder…HIGH VOLTAGE! MIKE PUTS BRET THROUGH THE TABLE WITH THE HIGH VOLTAGE! THE FANS ARE GOING NUTS AS MIKE MAKES THE PIN!
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DING DING DING!
LILLIAN: Here is your winner, and STILL…EWT Tri-State Champion….MIKE! RAGNAAAAL!
*Mike gets to his feet, grabbing his ribs. The ref hands him the title, and raises his arm in victory. Mike walks up the ramp, still holding his ribs, as he faces the crowd, holding his title up in the air. As Mike’s leaving, the refs and Cherry check on Bret, and the camera fades out.*
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Post by HMARK Center on Sept 3, 2006 1:26:44 GMT -5
Bobby Cruise: The following matchup is scheduled for one fall with a 45 minute time limit, and it is for the EWT Tag Team Championships!
<”Anxiety” hits as the challengers make their way out>
BC: Introducing first, the challengers, being accompanied by Jessica, at a total combined of 489 pounds, Chad Michaels, Bolt Bacana, they are RATED X!
<The three members of Rated X march around the ring, pumping the fans up, very confident, somewhat cocky looking smiles on their faces. As they enter the ring and go to their corner, the lights go down, and “Never Let Me Down Again/Clint Eastwood” hits as the fans get energized for the champs.>
BC: Their opponents, being accompanied by Auraelia, at a total combined weight of 430 pounds, representing the Prophecy Reborn, they are the EWT Tag Team Champions, HitmanMark, aaaaaand Moxie!
<The champs are pictures of determination, and hit the ring with a purpose. When the lights go back on, the two teams look across the ring at each other. The ref holds up the belts and calls for the bell, as HMark and Bolt begin the action>
<The two men reach tentatively in to lock up, Bolt not looking like he wants to grab at HMark’s hand right away. HMark teases him a bit; Bolt goes for the hand, but HMark turns him around, immediately takes him down to the mat, and pulls at the challenger’s leg, looking like he’s gonna tie him up for an Indian Deathlock. Bolt quickly darts for the ropes, as HMark looks down at him, a half-smile on his face.>
<Bolt snaps himself back up, but stops, brushing himself off, and gives a look at HMark>
Bolt: <with a “meh” tone to his voice> Not bad…not bad at all.
<HMark rolls his eyes as the two once more circle. They go to lock up this time, but as HMark attempts a go-behind, Bolt circles around him, turns him around, and throws a knife edge chop, and another! Bolt rears back for a forearm, but HMark grabs him mid-strike, pulls him right back down to the mat, gets behind him, and quickly goes to lock on Crucifixion! Bolt lets out a yelp as HMark begins to pull back on his arms and push down on his head, quickly leading to Chad rushing in to break it up. Bolt rubs his arms to get feeling back in them, as HMark sneers at him>
HM: Not bad at all!
<Bolt, not realizing he rolled over towards the PR’s corner, starts moving away when he feels Moxie reach down to pat his head condescendingly, as Auraelia leads the crowd in mock applause. Bolt, indignant, steps right up to HMark>
Bolt: <serious> HEY! <pause>…That wasn’t very nice!
<the crowd laughs, with some starting a “YOU’RE A MEAN-IE!” chant at HMark>
HM: When did I ever say I was nice?
Bolt: Wasn’t it when-OHMIGOD WHAT THE HELL IS THAT?!
HM: Yeah, yeah, nice try-OOMPH!
<Bolt nails HMark in the gut with a knee, to the cheers of the crowd! He goes right over and tags Chad in, and Chad immediately starts puttin’ the boots to the co-champ. Hefting HMark up, he goes for a whip to the opposite corner and runs after, but HMark leapfrogs on the turnbuckle…Chad notices, and goes for a mulekick! No! HMark grabs the leg and swings him around, setting him up for a backdrop driver…Chad ducks out! Chad rears back and goes for a Mafia/Yakuza Kick…he connects! HMark goes reeling back to the ropes…Chad measures him, and is ready to charge, but-BIG springboard dropkick from Moxie, who blind-tagged in!>
Moxie: <picking Chad up and bringing him to the PR’s corner> Oooh no, not today, boys.
<Mox begins lighting up Chad with knife edge chops, as well as a series of elbows. He snapmares him out of the corner, and hits a snap dropkick to the back of his head! Quick cover!>
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<Kickout! Mox stays on his man, and picks Chad up for an Irish Whip; on the way back, Mox ties Chad up into an Abdominal Stretch, rearing back on his neck and grinding his elbow into the other man’s ribs! Bolt begins to make his way in to break it up, which takes the ref’s attention off of what’s going on in the ring. Mox nods towards HMark, who’s back on his feet; HMark quickly gets into the ring, hits the ropes, and, while Mox still has Chad in the Abdominal Stretch, hits a vicious running dropkick to Chad’s face!>
<The two valets/managers for the match can be seen on the same side of the ring outside; Jessica, visibly upset, complains to the ref. Auraelia has a smirk on her face; Jessica turns to glare at her, but the other girl just looks away into space, idling playing with a strand of hair, feigning innocence.>
<A series of quick tags in the PR’s corner follows. The champs go to work on Chad, apparently looking to soften him up for the Necronomicon by focusing on the back of the neck. At one point with Chad seated on the mat, Moxie hits the Curt Hennig-style move, running from behind Chad, grabbing his head, and flipping forward, and snapping the head/neck forward with him. As Chad pops up, holding his neck, HMark immediately follows it up with a quick kick to the back, and segues it into a grapevining of the head.>
<Chad feels around, looking for the ropes, but pounds the mat a few times to get himself pumped. The crowd starts clapping along, trying to get him going. The challenger eventually flips HMark onto his stomach, breaks out, sloooowly gets to his feet, keeping HMark on the mat…and, out of nowhere, leaps into the air and stomps on HMark’s back! The champ twinges on the ground, in obvious pain, as Moxie leaps in, only to eat a STO from Chad! Chad sees his chance, and darts towards his corner…no! HMark is up, and has him by the leg! HMark drags him back, tags in Mox, and the isolation continues! From the opposing apron, Bolt fumes.>
<The champs are in full control, as Moxie lays in some strikes in the corner. Tagging in HMark, Moxie sets Chad up so his feet are resting on the second rope/turnbuckle. HMark leaps into the ring, runs forward…and pushes Bolt off the apron, just as Moxie snaps Chad down with a suspended neckbreaker (like a reversed Tower of London)! HMark’s the legal man! Cover!>
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<1/2! Chad gets his foot on the ropes! HMark looks annoyed, but flips Chad over for a Camel Clutch. Mox reaches over and tags in while HMark still has the move cinched in…looks like he’s gonna hit a running dropkick to the prone Chad! Moxie hits the ropes, and->
<BOLT FROM OUT OF NOWHERE with the Crimson Lizard!!! Mox goes down, and Bolt rushes forward, and hits HMark with a variation on the Shining Enziguri, freeing Chad from the hold! Bolt’s had enough; as the ref counts him back to his corner, he actually drags Chad over, gets onto the apron, reaches down, tags him, and gets right back in.>
<Bolt gets right back to work trying to wear the champs down. He unloads forearms on both as they attempt to get up, running back and forth between each. He whips HMark to the ropes, and nails him with a leaping leg lariat on the run back; he charges Moxie with a leaping forearm in the corner, and calls for the Cataract! The crowd pops as he hefts Moxie into the air, but HMark dives in, taking out his knee! HMark gets up…Chad back into the ring with a Lariat from Heaven to the back! HMark falls forward, diving out to the mat, and crashes into the guardrail hard!>
<Jessica calls out to her guys, pointing at HMark; the challengers line up, synchronize, and head towards the turnbuckles; they each leap onto the second rope, and actually Asai moonsault OVER the ropes, to the floor, onto a groggy HMark! The challengers slowly get up, gathering themselves, when Jessica is AGAIN heard, with a quick “LOOK OUT!”…Moxie dives through with the Heat Seeking Missle Tope! All four men are down!>
<Mox rolls Chad back in, cover!>
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<Kickout! Mox picks Chad up…Chad reverses, looking for a Dragon Suplex! Mox holds tight, lifting his leg up to separate Chad’s grip…and leaps back with a Tsunami Enziguri variation! Mox falls back into a corner; the move took a lot out of him! He leans back…and Bolt leaps over the ropes and into the ring, nailing an elbow to his face! Mox falls forward, and Bolt grabs him, going for Rapper’s Delight- NO! HMark in; he grabs Bolt, setting him up for a Saito Suplex! Bolt fights, trying to elbow the side of HMark’s head! Bolt finally lifts his leg up, trying to knee his way out…HMark hooks the knee/leg! REGAL SUPLEX FROM HMARK, with a bridge! Cover!>
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3-NO!
<Bolt barely rolls out! All four men are worn down, as the crowd gets loud, cheering them all on, each team’s respective lady on the outside to rally the troops to their own cause. As the ref lays on the 10 count, both teams slowly get up, each man in a different corner…but the champs rush the challengers, each hitting double knee strikes in the corner! The champs go for the double team; they heft Bolt up to the top ropes. Moxie climbs up from the outside, facing Bolt; HMark gets under the challenger, into powerbomb position. As HMark begins to start the powerbomb, Moxie grabs Bolt…and hits a Blockbuster! Blockbuster/Powerbomb combination! Cover by HMark!>
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<CHAD OUT OF NOWHERE TO BREAK IT UP! Chad, fired up, starts swinging wildly, hitting chops and kicks to the champs, trying to slow them down and give Bolt time to recover; he even returns Bolt’s favor from earlier, and drags him to their corner to officially tag himself in. He continues his assault on the champs, and finally pushes HMark away, and goes after Moxie, setting him up for the Colibri! He hooks the arms, starts to lift him up…but HMark dives in for a schoolboy pin!>
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<NO! Chad pops up, NAILING HMark with a shot to the face, sending him reeling, not noticing Mox getting up…Moxie with a Crucifix Bomb from behind, sending Chad crashing onto the back of his neck!!! Moxie doesn’t even try to pin him; he turns him over into the Iron Cross/Rings of Saturn! The chants of “TAP!” go up from the crowd, HMark encouraging them! HMark looks confident, when…Bolt’s up! He hits the ropes…CHICAGO DRIVEBY ON HMARK!>
<The ref has no idea who the legal men are; he’s completely lost control. He looks back and forth, not knowing what to do, not knowing who to officiate on! Chad and HMark, in their respective crappy predicaments, struggle, each kicking, seeking the ropes desperately! Finally, at long last…>
Ref: RING THE BELL! RING THE BELL!
<The crowd is somewhat quiet; by the looks of it, it didn’t seem anyone tapped, but it was hard to tell. Mox and Bolt both leap up, holding their arms in the air, when they turn around and see one another. Each man looks indignant, feeling they got the job done. The ref leans out to Bobby Cruise, talking to him, indicating what happened. He grabs the Tag Titles, and stands in the center of the ring as Cruise begins to speak.>
BC: Ladies and gentleman, the referee has informed me that both Chad Michaels and HitmanMark were officially unable to continue, and thus the match is over via submission. HitmanMark was NOT the legal man in the ring at the time for his team…however, Chad Michaels was. <the crowd immediately breaks into some cheers, some boos, and a bit of confusion> Therefore, the winners of this bout, and STILL EWT Tag Team Champions, the Prophecy Reborn!
<Many fans cheers, but many are clearly heard chanting “BUUUUUUUULL@#$%!” Auraelia dives in, hugs Mox, and the two go over to check on HMark. Jessica enters and goes right to Bolt, comforting and calming him, before the two go to make sure Chad is alright. Both teams are eventually up, HMark and Chad each nursing some nasty boo-boo’s, and stare right at each other. The crowd cheers in appreciation, and the two squads just look at one another with a sense of respect. But Bolt’s voice is clearly heard…>
Bolt: You know this ain’t the end, right? No way it’s done after that.
Mox: <looking over at HMark and Auraelia> We’ll see, pal. We’ll see.
<The champs exit, their titles over their shoulders as their music plays, leaving Rated X to look on, disappointed, but determined.>
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Post by Toom E. Guci on Sept 3, 2006 8:20:28 GMT -5
*Toom E Dangerously is walking backstage as he bumps into Mike Ragnal after his match.*
Ragnal, so nice to see you...and the fact that you are STILL Champion. That's good. Real good. I like having somebody not worthy of a title as my champion.
Let me let you in on a little secret. You WILL have a title defense this coming week. And you WILL be treated fairly. But something tells me, you WILL lose the belt this week. Won't that be nice?
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