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Post by Mystery on Nov 3, 2006 18:03:20 GMT -5
*"I'm Just a Girl" plays over the PA system as Linda Ragnal walks out for her match to a mixed crowd*
LILLIAN: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Making her way to the ring first, from Scranton, PA...the Ocean's Beauty...Linda RAGNAL!
*Linda slides into the ring, and stares at the Toomitron waiting for her opponent. Suddenly, the lights turn off all around the arena. After a minute of darkness, the lights turn back on, and Linda is lying on the ground grabbing her back, and standing above her...IT'S MYSTERY! Mystery tosses the chair aside, and picks Linda up by the hair. She carries her over to a corner, and slams her head repeatedly into the turnbuckle. Mystery then grabs Linda in a headlock position, but Linda elbows her way free and runs to the ropes, hitting Mystery with a crossbody! Linda rolls Mystery up for a pin.*
1! 2!
*Mystery kicks out. Linda picks Mystery up and knees her in the gut several times. She whips Mystery into the ropes...Swinging neckbreaker to Mystery! Linda hits a standing moonsault on Mystery and goes for a pin.*
1! 2!
*Mystery kicks out. Linda picks Mystery up and whips her into a corner, but Mystery reverses and sends Linda into the corner instead. Mystery runs at Linda, and shoulder tackles her against the corner. Linda staggers out of the corner, and Mystery whips Linda into the ropes, and as she charges back at her, she hits a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker! Mystery goes to pin.*
1! 2!
*Linda kicks out. Mystery kicks at Linda furiously, then decides to go back over to the chair she brought to the ring. She raises it up to hit Linda over the head...
Vivian Anemone runs down to the ring! She swipes the chair out of Mystery's hands and CRACKS HER IN THE SKULL! The ref sees this and orders the timekeeper to ring the bell! Vivian smacks it repeatedly into Mystery, until Linda hits Vivian with a backcracker! Linda picks Vivian up, and tosses her over the ropes. As she tries to get up, Linda springboards on the ropes...ASAI MOONSAULT TO VIVIAN! Suddenly, as Mystery gets to her feet, the lights turn dark. The lights eventually turn back on, with Chrysta and Ms. White standing behind Mystery. Mystery looks around, shivering, walking backwards until she bumps into Chrysta! Mystery turns around...and looks right into Chrysta's cold eyes! Mystery immediately runs to the outside of the ring, hiding behind the apron. Eventually, Toom E. Dangerously comes out.*
TOOM: Now just a minute! What the hell has happened here?! This match was meant to be Linda's sendoff, and now it becomes a clusterf***! I will NOT allow the match to end like this, so instead, Chrysta, Vivian, forget having a singles match against each other tonight! Because now, this match is going to be a tag match! Chrysta and Mystery vs. Linda and Vivian! And that match begins now!
*Linda and Vivian start yelling, furious over their partners for the night. Chrysta meanwhile looks on with little care, and Mystery is sitting on the ground, rocking herself towards further insanity.*
**Commercial break**
*We come back from commercial, and Chrysta and Vivian are currently in the ring, with Linda and Mystery in their respective corners. Vivian has Chrysta in a corner, and is punching her in the face several times. Vivian whips Chrysta into the ropes, leapfrogs over her as she bounces back, and dropkicks her in the back, knocking her between the middle and top rope. Vivian walks over to her corner and tags Linda in. Linda immediately climbs the top turnbuckle, leaps off...GUILLOTINE LEGDROP to Chrysta's neck! Linda stands up and gets back into the ring, springboards off the ropes...STOMP TO THE BACK! Linda grabs Chrysta by the hair and slams her into the canvas! Linda goes to pin!*
1! 2!
*Chrysta gets a shoulder up. Linda picks Chrysta up, but Chrysta shoves Linda away from her and gets to her feet. Chrysta rushes to her corner to tag in Mystery...but Mystery is sitting on the corner, rocking back and forth, her back to Chrysta. Linda takes this time and hits a Full Nielson Bomb to Chrysta! Linda pins again.*
1! 2!
*Chrysta kicks out again. Linda goes to the ropes and climbs the turnbuckles for a Down Pour, but Ms. White shoves her off and onto the canvas. Linda tries to tag in Vivian...but Vivian just walks away! She smiles back to Linda, who is mouthing off at Vivian until she's all the way up the ramp, and goes behind the curtain. Chrysta, meanwhile, crawls over to her corner to tag in Mystery...and Mystery is STILL rocking on the edge! Chrysta nods to Ms. White, and White grabs Mystery's hand, and forces her to tag in! White then tosses Mystery inside the ring, where Mystery is balled up into a fetal position. Linda sees this, just shrugs, rolls her eyes, and pins.*
1! 2! 3!
*The bell rings, and Linda's declared the winner. Chrysta and Ms. White are already going up the ramp, with Linda following behind shortly. The ref checks on Mystery, who looks a rather bit chilled.*
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Post by tacotim on Nov 4, 2006 1:45:27 GMT -5
*We cut to the back, to see Cletus Quinn shoving EMTs away, despite their attempts to check on his condition. Cletus looks a bit banged up, but he looks directly into the camera with a fire in his eyes (it's a cliche, but it works).
Cletus: Listen up, Maelstrom! Yeah, congratulations, you're a real f***in' big man! It's bad enough you tower over me, but you feel the need to cheap shot me in a match just days away from MY world title shot! It's clear to me that you're afraid of what I'm capable of, you paper champion! At Symphony of Destruction, I'm gonna put an end to your bulls***, man! You think you got the better of me tonight, huh? Yeah, I'm a little banged up, but I've still got plenty of fight in me! Your time on top is coming to an end really f***in' soon!
Oh and *sarcastic clapping* nice job, Joe One. You've obviously got no spine, man! I try to bring some respect to a hardcore match, but you just decide to "backyard" the whole match! Well, I hope for your sake you win that lousy piece of s*** toolbelt, because you DAMN SURE can't hang with me in a WRESTLING match! Come back to me when you've got some talent, kid! In the meantime, I'm just gonna go out there and prove to everyone...that MY TALENT...is DOWNRIGHT SCARY!
*Cletus walks off, as we quickly fade to commercial.
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Post by Ultimo Chocula on Nov 4, 2006 2:21:03 GMT -5
(Ultimo exits from his dressing room and smiling to himself. He doesn't even get to the Coke machine before he has a microphone in his face and being interviewed by...
Rebecca!
Didn't see that one coming did you?
Anyhoo, Rebecca looks at the camera smiling like a dope and twitching her eyebrow while UC waits for the first question.)
Rebecca: "Hi..................................I'm....................................Rebecca...............................for.......................the................E....................................W......................................................T."
(UC looks at Rebecca slightly confused.)
UC: "Whatsa matter? You stuck? Let's speed this up a smidge, k?"
Rebecca: "I'm...............................................here......................................with.....................E............................W.....................T..........................superstar....................."
UC: "Ultimo Chocula."
Rebecca: "Ult........................"
UC: "Ultimo Chocula."
Rebecca: "Ti............................."
UC: "Ultimo Chocula."
Rebecca: "............................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................(twitches eyebrow).........................................................................................................................................................................................................................................Mo."
UC: "Oh fertheluvva! *BEEP!* this! Dusty! Get in here!"
(The sounds of heavy footsteps from off screen get louder and louder for about ten seconds until Dusty Rhodes bursts on the scene bouncing Rebecca off of his infamous gut and into a shopping cart full of hardcore weapons off screen complete with loud comic style crashing sound effects.)
Dusty: "Ooh! I done knocked that girl straight into a pile of plunder with my belly welly!"
UC: "Not a moment too soon. That doorstop was getting on my last nerve."
Dusty: "Cleanup on aisle sebben! Ha! The Dream made a joke! Ha! Ha! Ha! I love it! I love it! Alright! Let's do this thang! Folks, this is the AmmmmmmmmmmmmmmericanDreamDuthtyRhodeth! Looky here! You seen it! You seen it with your own eyes! Rick Rathcall! He get the stipulation for the match this Sunday, and it happenin' live! Starcade! From the Omni in Atlanta G.A. baby!"
(UC thinks about correcting him but decides it's pointless.)
Dusty: "Rathcall! He say he gonna have heem a Celebrity Circle Match! Get this! Ten celebrities 'gon be around that reeng! They conna make sure that nobody try to leave that reeng or they gonna git a clubberin'! Mmmm-hmmm! You better beleeve it! You hear who Rathcall pick! He got that Ash-Tin Kutch-Ur! He got Jay Leno! He got Sammy L Jackson, baby! He got the kung-fu mathter JackyChan! And he got that last man, nobody know who he is! I ask Rathcall! I say, "Is it Dick Murdock?" Rathcall say no! I say "Is it Tully Blanchard?" Rathcall say no! I say, "Is it The Yellow Dog?" Rathcall say we gon' hafta wait until Sunday! Ul-Tee-Mo! Who you think it is?"
UC: "It doesn't matter who it is because based on who he picked so far he couldn't do any worse! What's that walking Muppet Ashtray going to do? Hide my boots and scream, "Dude! you got Punk'd!" I'll punk him! I'm punk him right up his nose! Jay Leno? I got three words for Jay Leno! David *BEEP!*ing Letterman! Jackie Chan? Whooptee damn a ding dong doo! This is a guy who got upstaged by a can of Diet Pepsi and I'm supposed to be shaking in fear? Feh! And Samuel L. Jackson....................is actually pretty cool. But as for the fifth guy? It doesn't matter! It could be anyone! Anyone at all! It could be Neil Patrick Harris with a plasma cannon grafted onto his chest and nunchuks hanging off his *BEEP!* and it wouldn't make a difference! I'm just way too much Ultimo for any of those Hollywood cream puffs to handle!"
Dusty: "But everybody wanna know! Who you pickin'? Who you got for your side of the reeng when you get in there with that Rathcall? He say you don't know nobody! He say you don't have any connections! Can you find anybody for your side?"
UC: "Can I? I had this covered with one phone call! Bam! Done! And so is Ricketts when I get my fists pounding into his greasy face!"
Dusty: "You gotcher celebrities? Who is it? Who it gonna be?"
UC: "Nah ah ah, Dusty! I'm not telling! It's a big surprise! I want to see the look on Rickett's face when I bring out my crew!"
Dusty: "Aw c'mon! Just one hint!"
UC: "One hint? Ok. Here's your clue. They were all at my Halloween party this year where the theme was, "Come As Your Favorite Street Fighter Character". Funny thing was everyone came as Dhalsim, but I digress..."
Dusty: "Hmmmm......I dunno! I wasn't there!"
UC: "That's right! Because it was a private affair held inside of the basketball court at the top of the Matterhorn in Disneyland! V.I.P. stuff. Very high brow."
Dusty: "Awwww. I wanted to go."
UC: "Don't worry. I smuggled you some candy corn in Goofy's head."
(UC reaches of screen and comes back with an entire Goofy costume head full of candy corn. Dusty does a happy dance and pours it over his head, guzzling whatever happens to fall into his mouth. UC picks up the mic and addresses the camera.)
UC: "Ricketts! I saw your celebs, and they suck! My celebs are primo! Your celebs smell bad! My celebs give off the wonderful aroma of daffodils! Your celebs make children weep! My celebs are considered deities in certain countries! Ricketts! Don't ever question my credibility when it comes to connections, sunshine! I know people! Cool as all *BEEP!* people! And most importantly, I know people who can kick your kiester from here to Toledo on one tank of gas! See it! Believe it! Ultimo! Over and out!"
(UC tosses the mic over his shoulder and leaves. Dusty looks around on the ground at all the candy corn covering the floor.)
Dusty: "Five second rule!"
(And down he goes on the ground chomping away as the "American Dream" tune plays on.)
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Post by crauswell on Nov 4, 2006 4:56:22 GMT -5
As we return from commercial, the first thing we see is the EWT's resident furry, who seems to be just stepping out of his locker room, except instead of washing his body, it seems he just washed his gryphon costume, which seems to be rather damp. Armbar just happens to strut by like a moron, stopping right in front of him, drawing a microphone like a sword and thrusting it right into his beaked face! Crauswell doesn't seem to care too much, simply giving this Armbar a puzzled glance.
Armbar: I'm armbar with the EWT's armar... and maybe new armbar champion... Armbar!
Crauswell: ... you know, that gets old quite fast. I'd have to assume you were sent to interview, so go right ahead.
He folds his arms as Armbar rapidly nods.
Armbar: Alrighty! So Mr Armbar, at Amrbar of Destruction, you get to go armbar on armbar, with the current armbar division champion... Armbar Lee! Tell me, how do you armbar about being given this armbar?
Crauswell roughly translates this... idiot's language, before replying.
Crauswell: How do I feel? How do I feel? I'll tell you how I feel... I feel absolutely confident, absolutely sure of myself, and absolutely sure that I'm not going to lose. You see, I've been studying Rock Lee... and his former Koda KAzar self's matches all week. His fued with Jester Colt Jackal, his various battles with various other EWT Wrestlers, even that match from last month, the triple threat with him, Ultimo Chocula, and Billy Ubermark. You see... I am absolutely ready and prepared for each and every one of his pathetic strategies... and I gurantee that I shall walk out of Symphony of Destruction the new Ox Division Champion.
Crauswell glances up slightly, before looking back down at Armbar, who just looks back.
Armbar: I armbar... well, it's definitely armbar that you are armbar for this bout, but do you really armbar it's going to be armbar?
Crauswell: Rock Lee is EWT Ox Division Champion for a reason. If I thought it was going to be a snap, I would have never even bothered challenging him. I never said I wasn't going to be slightly threatened, after all... he's probably not gotten over my assault on him from last time. He probably wants to bash my face in, not that I will let him... but we'll just see how it goes. Still, if he thinks it's going to be anything even remotely close to a cakewalk, he might as well just forfeit the belt right now, less he be spared a humiliating.... crushing defeat.
Armbar nods, as if understanding. Of course, that' kinda unlikely he actually does.
Armbar: Well that's armbar. I can't wait to see that match at Armbar of Armbar.
He suddenly drops a pen from his pocket, looking down and bending over trying to grab it, when suddenly... his armbar mask falls off, revealing... Sum Guy?! He glances up, completely oblivious, as Crauswell stares a bit, surprised.
Sum/Armbar: So, armbar...
Crauswell: Hmmm, hello there Sum Guy.
Sum's eyes go wide as he realizes his mask feel off, thinking... slowly.
Sum: This is Sum Guy's evil twin... Thad Dood... out to destroy his better half's reputation. Hahaha!!! So trust me, this wasn't some hare-brained brilliant idea to get two paychecks... BYE!!!
Sum runs off, Crauswell simply staring back and watching this embarrassing sight, before simply turning around and heading back into his locker room.
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Post by wrath on Nov 4, 2006 15:20:01 GMT -5
-In the back stage area of the EWT arena we have a very strange display. A nineteen year old girl with a rainbow colored mess for hair setting upon a crate indian style. She is carefully eating a bowl off Boo Berry cereal. Beside her..an even stranger sight. A 6'6'', 300 pound man in a tattered, pink rabbit outfit. He doesn't move an inch. Standing with them...the not so strange Sum Guy-
Sum: I'm Sum Guy and I'm here with the newest edition to the EWT's Girl Next Door Division: Clown Girl. And with her is her bodyguard...Mr..Bunny..
-Looking upwards at him-
Sum: So what do you plan on accomplishing here, Clown Girl?
-The girl tosses the bowl over her shoulder as she is spoken to. Splat.-
Clown Girl: Very simple! I plan on ripping out the intestine's of everyone I get into the ring with and strangling them with em!
-With a crazed look in her eyes she pretends to choke the air. Mr Bunny nudges her with his elbow-
Clown Girl: Huh? What?
-The large man shakes his head-
Clown Girl: ...You can't do that here? ...It's against the law?! ...No fun! ...FINE. I'll just...hehe...chop all their fingers off and--
-He shakes his head again-
Clown Girl: ...I'll shoot them?
Mr Bunny: ...
Clown Girl: How boring! ...I guess I'll just...siiiigh...beat them...1...2..3...
-With a dull look on her face she begins to drum her fingers across the crate. Mr Bunny nods in approval. Fade out.-
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Post by Chris Decker-The Wild Rover on Nov 4, 2006 16:39:42 GMT -5
*camera pans to a fairy suburban era within a urban era, where a bridge above in shown, with graffitti over the pillars and in the background abonded buildings and factories, the camera pans to a man in a denim jacket with a flat hat on*
Man: When i was 18, i had a schalorship to go to Pennstate. my G.P.A was a 3.6. I was a medalist in the pennsylvania collegiate wrestling assocation. I was the epitome of what you would call, a professional.
*camera follows him underneath the bridge*
Man: sadly, I wasn't exactly the poster child of what you would call a Sturdy household. My mother was a well respected waitress and my father worked on asembly lines at this old local brewery.
*camera pans to abandon building*
Man: 10 years have passed since, this old brewery has been shut down. my fathers pention, my fathers 401k all destroyed by the low income the company was taking in. now my father at 58 unloads trucks for a living making 10.50 an hour, but still after all of that, my father was a professional.
*camera pans to man walking railroad tracks*
Man: 10 years later the schalorship that I had to go to Penn i had to give up, so i could go home. so i could support my family not even 1 year and half into being at college. I gave up my dreams, to help my family that was in need of help.
*camera pans to man on the bridge*
Man: if you can see, that port over their, has been my home of work for 9 years runnin', i have worked my way up from the bottom loading and unloading this cargo to get shipped out to buinesses all over the country. I made sure everything i did load and unload was perfect, cause i am a professional at what I do. its whats in my body after the hardship of growing up and being one of the so called "kids who had it bad". well thats a piss pour excuse to make everyone feel bad for you. My name is Chad Ocean, I need no sympathy from anyone, you take the good with the bad. and reguardless of anykind of shotty life i had before. i have been given another chance at becoming what i always wanted to become, a wrestler. and i have been given that chance. The EWT is full of people who look a gift horse in the mouth and don't understand what its like to work their way from the bottom up, and forget their roots. my roots are ingrained in me, and i have come to the EWT to show everyone what its like to work hard.
I am Work I am America I am a Professional
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Queen Rosa
Mike the Goon
All hail the queen!
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Post by Queen Rosa on Nov 4, 2006 17:27:56 GMT -5
*Cut to ringside*
Ring Announcer: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from Atlanta, Georgia, LITA!
*Lita's music hits and she walks down the ramp, fans booing. She rolls into the ring and makes a title gesture with a smirk on her face. She grabs a mic*
Lita: Take a long hard look everybody, because you're looking at the next WWE Women's Champion. And this will also be the last time I ever perform in front of you morons.
*And with that, "It's My Time" hits next*
RA: And her opponent, from Miami, Florida, QUEEN ROSA!
*The crowd pops as Rosa walks out, hi-fiving fans. She slides into the ring and also grabs a mic*
Rosa: Listen up, honey. We don't give a DAMN about the WWE or their women's title. This is EWT, home of THE most prestigious women's wrestling title in the world, the title that I will win this Sunday at Symphony of Destruction, the Girl Next Door title.
*Crowd starts chanting "GND!"*
Rosa: Now you may be challenging for that other title, but there's no way you're getting past me.
The bell rings to start the match. Rosa and Lita get in each other's faces and do some trash talking. Lita shoves Rosa; Rosa shoves Lita back. Lita slaps Rosa across the face. Rosa spears Lita to the mat and mounts some punches on her. She picks Lita up and whips her to the ropes, landing a dropkick. Lita gets up and runs at Rosa, who takes her down with an armdrag. Rosa then hits Lita with a drop toe hold and turns it into an STF. Lita struggles to reach the ropes, but eventually makes it there. Rosa breaks the hold, picks up Lita, and hits a fisherman's suplex for a pin.
1... 2...
Lita kicks out. Rosa gets her to her feet and rams her into the corner with shoulder thrusts. She whips Lita to the opposite corner. She charges at her, but Lita moves at the last second and capitalizes with a neckbreaker. She goes for a pin.
1... 2...
Rosa kicks out. Lita picks her up and hits a vertical suplex. Next she does a snapmare and applies a chinlock. The hold is locked in for a few moments until Rosa breaks her way out with some elbows to the stomach. She runs to the ropes, but is taken down with a clothesline. Lita goes for another pin.
1... 2...
Rosa kicks out again. Lita picks her up looking for a Twist of Fate, but instead Rosa pushes her into the ropes and connects with a spinning heel kick. The ref starts counting to 10.
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Both women are back up. They exchange right hands, but Rosa quickly gets the advantage. She whips Lita to the ropes, landing a dropsault. Lita gets up and runs at Rosa, who takes her down with a spinebuster. Lita crawls to the corner to help herself up. Rosa keeps the momentum going with a handspring elbow attack followed by a facecrusher. She goes for a pin.
1... 2...
Lita kicks out. Rosa picks her up and gets poked in the eyes. Lita takes over with a backbreaker. She picks Rosa up for a powerbomb, but Rosa fights it, so it turns into a rolling clutch pin for Lita.
1... 2...
Rosa kicks out. She ducks an attempted clothesline and hits Lita with a Capoeira Kick. Next she climbs the ropes and connects with a diving hurricanrana. Rosa finishes her off with the Northern Lights Driver and pins her.
1... 2...
3! *Bell rings*
RA: Here is your winner, QUEEN ROSA!
*The ref raises Rosa's arm in victory. She then climbs the turnbuckle and makes a title gesture. She gets out of the ring and heads up the ramp, raising her arm in victory again*
*Cut to a commercial*
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The Line
Patti Mayonnaise
Real Name: Bumkiss. Stanley Bumkiss.
Peanut Butter & JAAAAAMMMM!
Posts: 36,698
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Post by The Line on Nov 4, 2006 23:46:45 GMT -5
The Grish is backstage with "Insecticidal" Andy Duke
Grisham: Duke, what makes you think you can win the Toolshed Invitational tomorrow night? Duke: Because the odds are stacked in my favor. Its that simple. I have wrestled what, 2 matches here in EWT? That gives me a HUGE advantage over any body, as they have yet to see me really in the ring, but I have been watching tape, after tape, after tape, studying and boning up on what to expect. I have watched every match in not just Spyke's reign, but in the history of the Toolshed Title. I picked a fight with a random stranger in "da hood". I beat that F***er within an inch of his petty life. I know what to expect tomorrow. Grisham: Any words for the champ? Duke: Spyke, you are a worthless champion. You know not what a champion is. I have competed at a state championship level in cross-country. I AM A CHAMPION! YOU ARE A FOOL! You wouldn't know what a champion looked like if one bit you on the ass. All I have to do to see one is look in the mirror.
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Ragnal
Game Genie
Yanno what they say: All toasters toast El Dandy
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Post by Ragnal on Nov 5, 2006 11:32:20 GMT -5
*Mike Ragnal is walking backstage, the EWT Tri-State title around his waist. He's on his way to the ring for his match, until...he's stopped by his brother, Joe. The two of them have a simple staredown until Mike says...*
MIKE: Get out of my way. I have a match coming up!
*Mike tries to go around Joe, but Joe moves in front of him again.*
JOE: I sent him home.
MIKE: Say what?
JOE: Mike...I don't have a match this week. That Brocky guy hasn't shown up AT ALL. So, rather than let you waste energy this week...I want you to be at full strength for our match.
MIKE: Well...thanks.
*Mike offers a handshake, while Joe just stares at it.*
JOE: Doesn't mean things are gonna end up any differently.
*Joe walks off in the opposite direction.*
MIKE: We'll see, bro...we'll see.
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Maelstrom
AC Slater
The Tide Will Turn!
Posts: 236
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Post by Maelstrom on Nov 5, 2006 11:56:32 GMT -5
We return to the backstage area with Mean Gene Okerlund
MEAN GENE: Hello everyone, I'm backstage here with the current EWT World Heavyweight Champion Maelstrom, and he is due to face 'Creepshow' Cletus Quinn at the PPV Symphony of Destruction. Mr. Maelstrom your thoughts?
Maelstrom looks down at Mean Gene with a glare before answering
MAELSTROM: You want my thoughts? Well Mean Gene it's simple I'm going to be walking in EWT World Heavyweight Champion and I am walking out champion. There is no maybe, there is no doubt, there is only the current rushing onwards in it's course!
MEAN GENE: Now surely you must be underestimating your challenger here?
MAELSTROM: What is there to underestimate Mean Gene, sure I see the kid has skills, he has talent but Mean Gene Cletus Quinn has never faced the Maelstrom. Many have tried to stand in it's path but when the waters subside there has only been one outcome ... and that my bald headed friend is Maelstrom standing tall. Spaz has felt it, Billy Ubermark knows it and Gasoline is about to find out the hard way! Cletus watch and learn, you may have been trained by DSR, but that does not mean you have what it takes to turn the tide! ...
Maelstrom takes the mike from Mean Gene and peers into the camera
MAELSTROM: The waters are raging, the swirling tempest darkening ... get out while you still can Cletus, for once that bell sounds there will be no escape from the Whirlpool!!
Maelstrom barges past Mean Gene
(fade out)
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Post by Gasoline: Gen. Tech Member on Nov 5, 2006 13:10:25 GMT -5
*Cut back to ringside. "Gas Power" begins playing*
Ring Announcer: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is for the EWT World Heavyweight Championship. Introducing the challenger, from Buffalo, New York, weighing in at 323 lbs., "Big Daddy" GASOLINE!
*Gasoline heads to the ring to mostly cheers. Looking focused, he gets into the ring and raises a fist into the air. He then makes a title gesture. "Apocalypse Please" plays next*
RA: And his opponent, from The Aquarium, weighing in at 287 lbs., he is the EWT World Heavyweight Champion, MAELSTROM!
*Maelstrom heads down to the ring to loud boos. He stares straight at Gasoline as he walks down to the ring; Gas stares back. Maelstrom steps into the ring and raises the title into the air before handing it over to the ref*
The bell rings to start the match. Gas and Maelstrom get in each other's faces. They start exchanging punches. Gas starts to get the upper hand until Maelstrom knees him in the stomach. Maelstrom then bangs Gas's head on the turnbuckle and attacks with some punches and kicks. Gas reverses it and strikes Maelstrom with some punches and elbows to the face. Gas whips him to the opposite corner and hits him with a clothesline. He follows up with a big vertical suplex. Gas runs to the ropes and takes him down with a flying shoulder block. Next he clotheslines Maelstrom out of the ring. He stays on him by diving toward him on the outside.
Gas picks up Maelstrom, kicks him in the stomach, and throws him into the steel steps. Gas then picks up the steel steps and is about to hit Maelstrom with it, but Maelstrom kicks Gas in the mid-section and bangs his head into the ringpost. He then takes Gas down with a clothesline. He picks him up and rolls him back into the ring. Maelstrom rams Gas into the corner and hits some shoulder thrusts. He whips him to the ropes for a powerslam. He goes for a cover.
1... 2...
Gas kicks out. Maelstrom picks him up and hits him with a running knee to the face. He hits Gas with an atomic drop followed by a neckbreaker. Maelstrom whips him to the ropes and takes him down with a spinebuster. He goes for another pin.
1... 2...
Gas kicks out again. Maelstrom applies a reverse chinlock. Gas appears to be fading away, but a few moments later he finds a burst of energy and fights his way out of the chinlock. He goes to run to the ropes, but Maelstrom grabs him by the head and knocks him down to the mat. He then picks up Gas for a reverse suplex. Maelstrom climbs the ropes, but Gas gets back up and stops him. He starts climbing from inside the ring and takes Maelstrom down with a superplex. The ref starts counting to 10.
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Both men are back up. They start trading right hands until Gas gets the advantage. He whips Maelstrom to the ropes for a back body drop. Maelstrom runs at Gas, who takes him down with a sidewalk slam. Gas then hits Maelstrom with a big boot. Maelstrom stumbles backward, so Gas runs to the ropes and connects with a flying lariat. He goes for the cover.
1... 2...
Maelstrom kicks out. Gas picks him up and is surprised with a jawbreaker. Maelstrom climbs the ropes and hits him with a double axe handle. Maelstrom waits for Gas to get up, then grabs him by the throat. But then Gas grabs Maelstrom by the throat. Fans are on the edge of their seats waiting to see who will chokeslam whom. The two men are at a standstill until Maelstrom knees Gas in the stomach and gives him the chokeslam. He pins him.
1... 2...
GAS KICKS OUT! Getting frustrated, Maelstrom decides to finish him off with The Whirlpool. However, Gas is able to get out of it and takes him down with a spinebuster. Gas signals for the Gas Bomb and the crowd is now solidly behind him. He hits the Gas Bomb and goes for the cover.
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3-- NO! The ref is pulled out of the ring...
BY HBH!
HBH then gets in the ring and squares off with Gas. The one-time pals exchange blows with Gas getting the upper hand until Ratings comes out. Ratings and HBH double team Gas, so this brings out Gas's Generation Tech teammate Spaz, which in turn brings out Billy Ubermark. The five continue battling with Eddie Omega joining the fray. While all of this is going on, Cletus Quinn runs out and attacks Maelstrom, dropkicking him out of the ring. The bell rings.
*Officials try to restore order around the ring by breaking the individuals up. What will happen when Maelstrom and Cletus Quinn square off. Who will win the 6-pack challenge? Those questions will all be answered at Symphony of Destruction*
*Cut to a commercial advertising the PPV*
THIS MATCH HAS BEEN RULED A NO CONTEST
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Post by Poker Joker on Nov 5, 2006 14:47:19 GMT -5
(The scene opens up in the E.W.T. Arena. The fans are jumping up and down in their seats as the camera pans over them. People try to get their stupid signs on t.v. in hopes for their 5 seconds of fame. Soon, their attention turns as "Sexy Guy" starts playing over the loudspeaker. The announcer steps into the ring and begins giving his usual speech as Ratings and HBH make their way down to the ring.)
*ANNOUNCER*: The following match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, weighing in at a combined weight of 444 lbs, the tag-team of Ratings and the "Heartbreak Hitman" Bret Michaels!
(The crowd gives a mixed responce for the two polar-oposite superstars as the make their way into the ring. Both Ratings and HBH hardly look at each other. Once at the ring, Ratings gestures for HBH to get into the ring first with a mock-gentlemanly act. HBH stares at Ratings for a minute, as though he doesn't know whether or not to trust him. Finally, he steps through the ropes and into the ring. Ratings glares, icily at HBH from behind and then climbs into the ring, himself Once inside the ring, the two men make their way over to their corner. HBH stretches out in the corner for a bit, but Ratings continues to only glare at his partner. As this is going on, the music playing over the loudspeaker changes to "Party Starter" by Will Smith. The fans turn and start devoting their attention to the entrance way.)
*ANNOUNCER*: And their opponents, weighing in at 442 lbs, the team of Spaz and Billy "The Virgin" Ubermark!
(The audience goes wild for Spaz as he steps out from behind the curtain, ALONE! Spaz gives the fans a raised fist gesture to show his love for them as he heads down to the ring. After Spaz has gotten about half-way down to the ring, Billy Ubermark appears from behind the curtain. Billy raises his arm up looking for some affection from the crowd, but is only met with boos. Billy waves them off and simply makes his way down to the asile without paying them hardly any mind. The two men head down to the ring with a significant distance between the two of them. Spaz reaches the ring first and climbs in. He climbs to the second rope in one of the ring corners and poses for the fans for a moment, receiving another huge pop. Meanwhile Billy follows him in the ring. Billy stares at Spaz for a moment and shakes his head, as though in disgust. Spaz climbs down from the turnbuckle and the ref orders both teams to get ready for the start of the match. Billy Ubermark and Ratings each climb out of the ring and onto the ring apron as the match begins.)
*BELL RINGS*
Spaz and HBH are standing in the ring and ready to get things underway. Spaz and HBH go around for a couple of seconds, sizing one another up, before locking up in the middle of the ring. HBH gets the immediate upper hand by wrenching Spaz's arm up with an arm bar. Spaz is stuck in the move for a couple seconds and them does a summersault to roll out of it. He uses his momentum and flips HBH onto his back with a hip toss. HBH gets up and tries to run at Spaz who ducks his attempt. Spaz charges at HBH and nails a short clothesline of his own. HBH goes down to the mat, but gets right back up, again. Spaz is quick. He grabs HBH with a front face lock and backs him into the ropes. Spaz whips HBH into the ropes. HBH shoots back from off the ropes and Spaz leapfrogs over him. HBH comes back from the other ropes and Spaz nails a hurricanrana on HBH. He tries to convert the move into a quick pin by hooking the legs. The ref tries to get in position to count, but by the time he does so HBH has already broken the hold. The two men scramble to get back to their feet with Spaz winning the race. Spaz takes HBH and nails him with another hip toss. HBH lands on his ass, and Spaz is right there to follow up with a seated chin lock. Spaz tries to cinch the move in to start wearing down HBH for a couple seconds, but then breaks the hold and delivers a dropkick to the back of the head on HBH. HBH slumps onto his back holding his head in pain. Spaz quickly hits a standing leg drop across HBH's throat, and then goes for a cover.)
1....2.... HBH kicks out.
(Spaz lifts HBH to his feet and whips him hard into his teams turnbuckle. Billy Ubermark moves out of the way a little as HBH comes running into the corner and slams into the turnbuckles with authority. Spaz runs in and hits a Stinger Splash on HBH immediately afterwards. HBH is left hanging onto the ropes in the corner as Spaz looks for some support from the fans and gets it with a huge pop from the audience. Spaz turns his attention back to HBH who's still in the corner. He comes over to start do something to HBH when Billy Ubermark suddenly slaps Spaz on the shoulder and tags himself in. Spaz looks at Billy with a glare of bewilderment as the ref orders Spaz out of the ring. Spaz gets out begrudgingly and Billy enters. Billy climbs to the ring. He does a flying mare to HBH to get him out of the corner. HBH lands in front of Billy in the seated position. Billy quickly flips over HBH, grabbing his head and snapping it forwards. HBH snaps backwards and hits the mat. He grabs his neck in pain. Billy Ubermark grabs HBH by the legs and pulls him out of the corner a bit more. Billy climbs outside of the ring onto the ring apron. He sizes HBH up where he lays, then does a slingshot move to launch himself over the top rope and drop a leg drop across HBH's throat. Billy goes for a cover.)
1.....2..... HBH kicks out.
(Billy gets off of HBH and stands him up. Billy gets himself in position and nails a sit-out jawbreaker on HBH. HBH staggers around, stunned by the move. Billy comes in behind HBH and tries to connect with a running bulldog on HBH, but HBH slips out of it. Instead, Billy lands on his ass with nothing to show from his efforts. HBH quickly heads over to his corner and tags in Ratings. Ratings steps into the ring, imposingly. Billy gets up and looks at Ratings. Billy acts like he's going to charge at Ratings, but suddenly runs the other way and slaps Spaz on the shoulder again. Spaz looks at Billy Ubermark with a menacing glare from on the ring apron. Billy points into the ring and orders Spaz to climb in. Again, Spaz begrudgingly does so. Billy climbs back out of the ring, keeping an eye on Spaz as he does so. Spaz shouts something at Billy as the two change positions. Suddenly, Spaz is hit from behind by Ratings who rushes in while Spaz is distracted with Billy with a harsh clothesline. Spaz hits the ground, and Ratings starts laying the boots to him with some hard stomps. Spaz fights his way to his feet, but Ratings maintains controll of the situation. He backs Spaz into the ropes an delivers a couple of hard chops across Spaz's chest. He then whips Spaz into the far ropes. Spaz comes running off and Ratings meets him in the middle of the ring with a spinning heel kick. Spaz hits the ground again. Ratings drags Spaz to his feet. He locks Spaz up and tries for a Northern Lights Suplex. Spaz elbows Ratings in the back of the head to try and break the hold, but Ratings holds on. Spaz tries again, but Ratings moves his head just enough for Spaz to miss. Ratings loosesn his grip enough to let Spaz's momentum spin him around. Ratings quickly adjusts to have Spaz in a full nelson. Spaz struggles for a moment or two, and then Ratings nails him with a Dragon Suplex with a bridged pin.)
1....2... Spaz manages to kick out.
(Spaz rolls on the canvas grabbing the back of his head with one hand. He starts trying to get to his feet, but Ratings is already up on his. Ratings reaches back and tags HBH back into the ring. Ratings puts Spaz in a front-face lock and lifts one of his arms to expose Spaz's ribs. HBH climbs to the top rope and delivers a hard fist right to the ribcage. Spaz collapses to the ground on his knees from the blow, and the ref starts ordering Ratings out of the ring. Ratings calmly climbs onto the ring apron as HBH lifts Spaz back to his feet. HBH takes Spaz and hits him with a neckbreaker. Spaz is grabbing the back of his neck, again, as HBH gets up on his feet and strikes a cocky pose for the fans, who boo him without mercy. HBH simply smiles and goes back to work on Spaz. He rolls Spaz over onto his stomach sits on him and applies a modified camel clutch on Spaz. Spaz struggles against the hold for a bit as HBH pulls back on Spaz's chin with all his might. Spaz starts trying to back himself up, and the crowd eggs him on. Eventually, Spaz gets to where he can put his foot on the bottom rope. He does so, and the ref orders HBH to break his hold. HBH does so, but not before delivering a double-axe handle to the back of Spaz's neck. Spaz goes down from all-fours straight onto his stomack. HBH pulls Spaz out from the ropes a bit and stands him back up. HBH takes Spaz and whips him into one of the corners of the ring. Spaz is leaning up against the turnbuckles and HBH rushes in at him, but Spaz gets a boot up and catches Bret Michaels in the jaw. Michaels staggers backwards. Spaz climbs onto the second rope and nails a yakza kick from the second rope on HBH, who goes down to the canvas. Spaz gets to his feet and staggers over to his teams corner. He reaches out to tag in Billy Ubermark. Billy is reaching in at Spaz, but suddenly he looks down at his feet. Billy pulls his hand back in, kneels down and starts tying one of his boot laces, effectively avoiding Spaz's tag. Spaz looks at Billy and starts to holler at him, while the audience boo's Billy's actions. Suddenly a distracted Spaz is nailed from behind by HBH who comes up behind him and connects with a reversed DDT. HBH grabs Spaz's leg and goes for a cover.)
1.....2.... Spaz gets a shoulder up.
(Billy looks up from tying his shoes. He looks innocently at the audience and shrugs his shoulders, drawing another chorus of boos. Billy gets a slight smile on his face as he turns his attention back to the match. In the ring, HBH lifts Spaz to his feet. He locks Spaz up and nails him with a nice Suplex. Spaz is layed out in the middle of the ring, and HBH runs over to quickly tag in Ratings. Ratings comes in the ring and the two lift Spaz off the canvas. They lock him up and nail him with a double atomic drop. Spaz staggers forwards and drops to all fours. HBH is ordered out of the ring by the ref. Ratings grabs Spaz by one leg and drags him back to the middle of the ring. He turns Spaz over and starts trying to put him into the Texas Cloverleaf. After a little bit of struggling, he's successful and Spaz is in trouble. A painful expression can be seen on Spaz's face as Ratings bears down with the move. Spaz is turned so he can face Billy Ubermark. He shouts for Billy to come in and make the save. Billy looks around as though confused, and then points to himself asking "Who? Me?" Spaz nods his head yes and waves for Billy to hurry and make the save. Casually, Billy enters the ring and walks over to where Spaz and Ratings are. He taps Ratings on the shoulder and asks him to release Spaz from the Texas Cloverleaf. Ratings gives Billy a sharp look and tells him to "F*** off!" Billy shrugs his shoulders again as though helpless. He looks down at Spaz and tells him, "I don't think he's going to break the hold." Spaz is grabbing his hair in pain as Ratings continues with the Texas Cloverleaf. The fans are going balistic with rage at Billy.
Meanwhile, across the ring HBH can't figure out what Billy is doing in the ring. Worried that he's going to try and break the hold Ratings has on Spaz, he steps in from his corner. He takes careful aim and rushes Billy Ubermark, nailing him with a flying forearm smash and sending Billy staggering back into the corner. Bret Michaels then starts delivering boots to the back of Spaz's neck, while the ref tries to regain controll. While this is going on, Billy checks his nose for blood, and then stares at HBH. He suddenly rushes out of the corner and nails HBH with a hard clothesline. HBH tumbles into Ratings who breaks the Texas Cloverleaf on Spaz. Billy grabs HBH and starts firing off on him with closed fists. Ratings regains his composure and rushes at Billy with a clothesline. Billy ducks and he hits HBH, sending Bret Michaels to the canvas. Billy grabs Ratings and whips him into the ropes. Ratings comes running off, and Billy catches him with a drop toe hold. Ratings goes down on all fours, and Billy quickly gets up and nails him with a dropkick to the side of the ribs. HBH has recovered by this time. He hurries over to Billy and spins him around to nail him with a punch, but he's blindsided by Spaz who rushes in with a clothesline of his own. HBH tries to get off the canvas, but Spaz grabs him and whips him into the turnbuckle. Spaz then grabs Billy Ubermark and whips him in behind. Billy nails HBH with a monkey flip that sends him out of the corner and onto his ass. Ratings is getting up. Billy and Spaz rush over and nail Ratings with a double dropkick that sends him tumbling over the top rope. Billy and Spaz turn their attention back to HBH who is lying in the middle of the ring. Billy and Spaz walk over to where HBH is lying, assumably to put this match away. All of a sudden, Spaz grabs Billy and spins him around. He hits are sharp kick in Billy's stomach, doubling him over, and then lifts him up and nails him with a "Shockwave!" The fans go wild as Billy is laid out in the ring, unconscious from the move. Once done, Spaz spits on Billy Ubermark and then steps out of the ring and begins making his way back up the entrance ramp. The arena fills with chants of "Spaz! Spaz! Spaz!" Spaz gets half-way up the ramp and turns around to watch the remainder of the match. Ratings has come around, now. He looks up and sees Billy lying in the middle of the ring. He crawls in and makes the cover of Billy Ubermark.)
1.....2.....3!
*BELL RINGS*
(HBH and Ratings meet in the middle of the ring, dazed but victorious. The ref raises the arms of the two men.)
*ANNOUNCER*: HEre are your winners of this match.... the team of Ratings and "The Heartbreak Hitman" Bret Michaels!
(The fans go wild as HBH and Ratings congratulate one another in the ring, with Billy Ubermark still out cold on the canvas. Meanwhile, Spaz cracks a smile and claps his hands as if brushing dust off of them. With a laugh, he turns around and makes his way towards the back with fans high-fiving him all the way.)
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Post by dorf on Nov 5, 2006 16:26:38 GMT -5
Dull Grisham: TONIGHT...is SYMPHONY OF DEEEEEEEEEEEEESTRUCTION! And right by my side are the Dorf World Order, Dorf and Heiden-Dorf. Gentleman, now your chances into the Megadeth ar-
*Dorf grabs the mic*
Dorf: Yeah, I know what you're gonna say, Dull Grisham. The DwO will keep this one short...because of our match.
Heiden-Dorf: OH MY COUSIN....CHEESE SANDWICHFY!
Dorf: PROPHECY REBORN! SUNSHINE SQUAD...again. Tonight will be a night neither team will forget as we WILL win the match and get our belts with no problem whatsoever. TEAM IRELAND! TONIGHT, you will succomb to us as soon as we win the tag-titles.
Heiden-Dorf: *grunts* what is...succomb?
Dorf: What the tag-team division here in EWT are. Everyone, but us. Succomb means to lose.
Heiden-Dorf: *grunts, squeals, and nods.*
Dorf: Anyways, since we have experience in the Megadeth, we should easily win this match. Its like a piece of cake and getting it too.
And like I said earlier this is a short interview...so the last thing I'm gonna say is to all three tag-teams tonight, YOU WILL GET...YOUR JUST DOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
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The Line
Patti Mayonnaise
Real Name: Bumkiss. Stanley Bumkiss.
Peanut Butter & JAAAAAMMMM!
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Post by The Line on Nov 5, 2006 22:16:09 GMT -5
Backstage in the EWT arena
"Insecticidal" Andy Duke is seen backstage, pacing. Obviously nerves have started to get the better of him. Every few steps he throws a shadowbox punch. Josh Matthews enters, microphone in hand. Josh Matthews: Duke? Duke? Are you ready for your match? Its coming up pretty quick. Andy Duke:...... Josh Matthews: Duke? Andy Duke:...... Josh Matthews: Duke? Andy Duke: I think you should leave.
Camera fades out on an extremley nervous Duke and an extremely puzzled Josh.
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The Line
Patti Mayonnaise
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Post by The Line on Nov 5, 2006 23:48:04 GMT -5
"Mean" Gene catches up with Andy Duke backstage.
Gene: How do you feel after your fine outing tonight? Duke: How do you think I feel? I am bloody, I am bruised, I am jossled, and bamboozled. HOW DO YOU THINK I FEEL?I feel GREAT. I have never felt this great in my life! What a rush! But there are two things that put a damper on my evening, both of which stem from one person. Marcus Saxton! You took advantage of me. And good job. That was great. I appluad you, but YOU STILL COST ME THE TITLE! You also made me lose my first match. So Gene, to fully answer your question, I feel bittersweet.
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Post by Marcus "Stylez" Saxton on Nov 6, 2006 0:31:05 GMT -5
We cut to the back where Marcus "Stylez" Saxton is in the back, visibly pissed off at the fact that he came so close to winning. He's seen throwing chairs around when.....
Sum: Hi, I'm Sum Guy, and Todd Grisham stole my spot in the battle royal! Here with me know is a man that was in the battle royal, Marcus Saxton. Marcus, how did you feel after coming so close, yet losing near th end?
Marcus: Sum....leave know or I swear I'll break your neck like a chicken. But you better leave the microphone.
Sum obliges, but has to do one more thing.
Sum: I'm Sum Guy, and it's time to exit, stage left!!
Sum runs like there's no tomorrow, leaving the mike on the floor.
Marcus: First off, let me take this time to congratulate our new Toolshed Champ, Chris Indigo. Now that that s***'s taken care of, WHAT THE HELL?!? Indigo, you held down those ropes and knocked me out on purpose just so you could steal the win. We had a deal you asshole: Me and you at the end, no matter what. But nooo, you had to steal the spotlight, you f***ong glory hog. Well, you know what? That's cool by me. Now, I'm TELLING YOU that I am the #1 contender. F*** Spyke, f*** Andy Duke, and f*** you. It's my turn to shine, and my tunr to become known. Otherwise, the blood of all my opponents will be on your head. Have a nice day now. Ya bastard.
Marcus smiles insanely before throwing the chairs around again as we fade to a dark match between Cabana Boy Jeff and Gunnar Scott. OH BOY!!!
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Indigocrates
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I got bored. Decided to become a philosopher. Just 'cause.
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Post by Indigocrates on Nov 6, 2006 0:53:32 GMT -5
*Chris Indigo is seen backstage, holding the EWt Toolshed Title, with a mixed look of shock and confidence*
Sum Guy: I'm Sum Guy, here with Chris Indigo. First off, how do you feel about winning the EWT Toolshed Title? Also, I just met with Marcus "Stylez" Saxton, and he seemed preety steamed about losing the Toolshed inivtational. What are your thoughts?
Chris Indigo: "First off let me start by saying that I am DAMN ecstatic about winning the EWT Toolshed Title, and taking out that Hootie Hoo! Spyke Johannson! Moving onto new buisness, Marcus, we had a deal tonight, and your greedy little ass decided you'd try and welch on the deal. Well you know what Marcus? hug you! You thought you were gonna just waltz on over and steal my title? You should thank me that I ducked out of your way, I would've beaten your ass either way. Butyou know what Marcus, after I'm done with Spyke Johannson, I'm looking forward to ending your career as well. Marcus, you opened my eyes up tonight. By trying to eliminate me, you proved to me what a female anatomy you really are, you don't have the balls to fight me man to man, so you just decided to hit me while my back was turned. I'll only leave you with these words, Marcus: After I'm through with you, you'll truly understand what a 187 is, now get out of here Sum, before I do to you what I'll do to Marcus.
*Sum Guy runs for the hills, as Chris Indigo goes back to admiring his belt, and we cut to the next segment*
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Ragnal
Game Genie
Yanno what they say: All toasters toast El Dandy
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Post by Ragnal on Nov 6, 2006 1:08:54 GMT -5
*Backstage after SoD, the Ragnals are walking, Joe and Linda wheeling their bags behind them.*
JOE: Welp...this is it.
MIKE: Yeah...just, wow.
LINDA: I know...I feel like I'm leaving a part of me behind.
MIKE: Now, you guys said your goodbyes, right?
LINDA: Yeah...well, almost.
*Linda looks over to her left, and her brothers do the same. She points to Chrysta and Ms. White, sitting on top of a crate, Ms. White with her head nuzzled ono Chrysta's shoulder, and Chrysta holding her, as they stroke the GND title. Linda walks over to the two of them.*
LINDA: Hey...
WHITE: Hey, Linda! You're not, y'know, mad after Chrysta won the match, are you?
LINDA: Nah, it's alright...not everyone can get a Trish Stratus sendoff, and I'm just fine with that. But...with Chrysta being a blood relative, I just need to say good-
CHRYSTA: Hold your words, please, dear Linda.
LINDA: But...
CHRYSTA: I must speak with you.
*Chrysta hands the GND title to Ms. White to hold as Chrysta gets to her feet.*
LINDA: Okay...but the taxi's waiting and-
CHRYSTA: It is about my wedding.
LINDA:...oh.
CHRYSTA: As you know, Ms. White and I are engaged to be wed. And any wedding shall need a good man, and a maid of honor. Dear Linda...as a sister...and I do not show any care whether you still accept that or not...I wish for you to be my maid of honor.
LINDA: Wh...Chrysta...I don't know what to say.
WHITE: How about "yes"?
*Chrysta offers Linda her hand to sign the deal.*
LINDA:...You know this doesn't change things between us, right?
CHRYSTA: Just one night. I ask nothing more than one night for you to accept me as part of your family.
*Linda thinks it over some more.*
LINDA: Well...Better to be something at a wedding than not be at it at all.
CHRYSTA: Good. Now if you'll just-
LINDA: No handshake.
CHRYSTA: I beg pardon?
LINDA: We're sisters, Chrysta. Sisters hug!
*Linda holds out her arms to her sister. Chrysta, showing as little emotion as she can, rolls her eyes.*
CHRYSTA: As long as nobody is watching...
*Chrysta and Linda wrap their arms around one another, and hug.*
LINDA: I'll be back when you guys have the wedding.
CHRYSTA: Two weeks, at the earliest.
WHITE: We'll see you then.
*Linda walks off as she waves to the two of them, back over to her brothers.*
MIKE: That was nice of them.
JOE: Yeah, congrats, sis!
LINDA: Thanks.
*Linda picks up her stuff, and they walk over to the arena exit.*
MIKE: Well...this is goobdye.
JOE: Nah...it's not goodbye.
LINDA: More of a "see you later".
MIKE: Well...see you later, then.
*They all chuckle for a short while, then a short moment of silence comes in. Eventually, the silence is broken when the First Family of EWT huddle for a group hug.*
MIKE: You guys be safe, alright?
JOE: Don't worry. We'll be alright.
LINDA: Besides...I'll be back in a few weeks to see you anyway.
MIKE: Right...take care guys.
LINDA: Good luck, Mike.
JOE: Don't come back to Scranton till you get that World title, y'hear?
MIKE: *slightly chuckling* I got it.
*They all wave, and Joe and Linda walk out the exit. And for the first time in a year and four months, Mike Ragnal finds himself the same way he came into EWT...alone. Solo. Looking out for #1.
As he tries to hold back the tears, Toom E. Dangerously walks by, and notcies Mike. He approaches, understanding the tears.*
TOOM: There goes two of the best damned wrestlers we've ever had.
MIKE: Yeah...so what's next, chief?
TOOM: Well, I hate to break the moment, but your next title defense is going to be a part of the Toomi Roulette, which means the stipulations for the week will be chosen at random.
*Mike continues to stare at the door, trying to hide his emotion for the time.*
MIKE: Fine by me.
TOOM: Also...we had some trouble getting our newest EWT wrestler, Aringh Rosse, to sign. He demanded his first match be against you.
MIKE: Did he?
TOOM: Yep.
*Toom pats Mike on the back.*
TOOM: Suck it up, Mikey. You'll do fine for now.*
*...and walks off. Mike wipes away the tears, turns his back to the door, and walks off. As he walks down the hall, he stops for a second, and yells out to the world-*
MIKE: THE MASTER IS BACK!
*And continues walking off*
FADE OUT
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Spyke the Pacers Fan
El Dandy
Still hates himself for missing the last episode of Murder She Wrote
Go Indiana!
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Post by Spyke the Pacers Fan on Nov 6, 2006 3:37:18 GMT -5
*Spyke Johannson is shown backstage, he is sitting on a catering table, with his left arm in a sling. Rachael Leigh Cook approaches him, suitcase in hand.*
RLC: *soft spoken* "Hey."
Spyke: "Hey."
RLC: "I know after our partnership was over I was kind of a b****..."
Spyke: *interupting* "Kind of?"
RLC: "Please, let me finish. I haven't been around for a few weeks because I was contemplating my career. I mean, was that money-grubbing b**** really me? I realized that wasn't me. I was having more fun just being your manager than competing. The money got to my head, and I just wanted more and more. When I was forced to come back and defend my title, it was in that scaffold match. And after that match, and watching you get injured, I decided that no amount of money was worth destroying my body, and I decided that I'm gonna retire from active competition. But I don't want to be away from the EWT. I still want to be your friend... and if you'll let me, your manager. So what do ya say? Can we go back to the good ol' days?"
*Spyke sits silently for a second, looking down at the ground. Spyke then looks up at RLC, with a smirk on his face.*
Spyke: "Sure. If you don't mind managing a busted superstar."
RLC: "Oh thank you! I promise that the good ol' Rachael is back!"
Spyke: "Yeah, I'm not gonna be much use though. The doctors say I should take a week or two off. They thought it was a serious injury, but x-rays showed it was just a sprain."
RLC: "So what about your match with Chris Indigo?"
Spyke: "Well, we'll see won't we? Maybe it'll have to go to Marcus Saxton if I'm unable to compete."
RLC: "Hmmm, I hope you get better soon. So you can get back your title."
Spyke: "You know, I think I'm gonna let him have this one. The guy may be a jerk, but he won it fair and square, and I respect him for that. I hope he does that title proud. I think I'll do what you did, take some time off, re-evaluate my career, and come back stronger than ever!"
RLC: "Ahh, just like the good ol' days!"
Spyke: "Things are looking good!"
*Spyke hops off of the table and does a little dance, as does Rachael.*
Spyke: "Since we have some time off, how about I take you to my old home in Sweden?"
RLC: "Really?"
Spyke: "Yeah. I forgive you for whole incident a few months back, and my family would love to meet you."
RLC: "Yeah, that sounds nice."
Spyke: "OK, let's go!"
*Spyke walks off camera, RLC looks towards him with a look of love in her eyes, and a single tear rolling down her cheek*
RLC: "I've got my man back."
*RLC walks off camera, fade to commercial*
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Post by tacotim on Nov 6, 2006 4:01:22 GMT -5
*An exhausted Cletus Quinn grabs the camera man and drags him to the floor. Cletus stares directly into the camera's lens.
Cletus: Well, well, well. Ain't this the...perfect Full House ending?! Here in EWT, we've recently seen a few...folks bid us farewell. We've seen wedding plans...come together. And we've seen Rachel Leigh Cook...reunite with Spyke Johansen. Well, there's...TWO things that...we DIDN'T see!
One, we did NOT see the...mighty hero...yours truly..."Creepshow" Cletus Quinn vanquish the foul villain...known as the Maelstrom. Try as I might, I could not slay...the dragon put before me...I've got no real gripes, though. The man beat me fair and square...in the middle of the ring! You'd think I'd be feeling down and out, but...
The SECOND thing we didn't see at Symphony of Destruction...was the LAST...of Cletus Quinn! I felt the crowd erupt...with my every move! I felt the electricity in the air! And for a few fleeting moments, I felt that...EWT Championship belt within my grasp!
...That championship slipped through my fingers tonight...but I KNOW...that I've still got plenty of fight in me...I'm gonna train harder...I'm gonna get better and better!...and soon...I will make my name...truly...mean something...here in EWT! Count on it!
*Cletus walks off, as we cut to commercial.
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