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Post by paulpodanski on Nov 6, 2006 6:35:52 GMT -5
As we return from commercial, we suddenly see a a pick up drive up to the arena, parking in front, as out climbs... Paul Podanski. He takes a sip from a can of something from his hand as he looks up back towards the arena, a huge grin on his face. He starts heading up to the entrance of the arena, as a light Podanski chant can be heard by the crowd in the background, as we simply cut to the next segment.
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Post by pta on Nov 6, 2006 7:46:26 GMT -5
Pomp and Circumstance starts up as Principal Pain hobbles out towards the ring, still assisted by crutches, though this time, he comes out alone. The crowd gives another interesting mixed reaction, Pain entering the ring with a bit of difficulty, looking over and signaling for a chair, which someone quickly runs into the ring with, setting it up in the middle. Pain smiles, taking a seat in it into the center of the ring, as he folds his arms now, with a rather satisfied look on his face.
Pain: Hello again my pupils... as you all remember, last week I appeared and promised to bring you this first ever EWT Two Tough Competition. A contest that, hopefully, shall bring in a new era of tag team wrestling... and an incredible talented duo of sorts. But that all depends on how you vote.Not to mention the fact that... well, some of the choices for qualifiers were a bit... bizarre to say the least. But that's what happens when you decide to rely on a COMMITTEE!
Pain gives a rather soured expression, the crowd booing slightly, the principal eventually beginning to speak again.
Pain: Though I promised you immediately following Symphony of Destruction, I would bring you this competition...And so... let me introduce the candidates for you to vote upon... first tag team, assemble outside now!
A Rather loud Techno theme starts up as the first team walks out, one guy with spiky blonde hair and wearing some eyeglasses, seeming to be a bit... chunky, next to him, a thinner, paler guy with long mess of brown hair hanging over his face, as the two head down to the ring, each dressed in matching black and neon green trunks. They hop into the ring, giving each other high fives and laughing for no reason in particular, before standing before the Principal, who gazes over them a bit... disgusted.
Pain: Now then, introduce yourselves.
The two look at each other and nod, the fatter guy going first.
Fat Guy: Sure thang boss. My name is Tad Hackenschmidt, but the dudes online call me SuperOmegaForce345! This here's my running buddy, Zip Codeenwell... of course, he prefers ZombieStoneManMaster. And together, we are Team L33T!!!
Pain looks pretty unimpressed with these two.
Pain: You bear a striking resemblance to a certain... well, the old versions of an EWT Tag Team. Does the name Nyrds ring a bell?
The two think for a bit, as they whisper amongst themselves.
Zip: Fo sure man. Former EWT Tag Team Champions... now known as Team Leo or something. Man, those guys are da bomb!
Tad: You know it Z.S.M.M.
Zip: Right back at cha SOF345!
The two grin amongst themselves a bit, Pain looking over them still.
Pain: Tell me gentlemen, how much experience do you have in the ring... per-say?
Tad: Well, when we're not playing us some WOW, we tend to hit the mats a few days a week.
Zip: Yeah, totally pays the bills dude.
Tad: Of course, usually we get our asses owned... but that's just cause we let everyone win! We don't need victories... the Zipper and I already know how totally sweet our moves are.
Zip: Yeah, anybody who wants to try and deny that we aren't the hardest rockin boys in da hood can kiss my Level 60 Tauren Shaman's ass!
Pain looks a bit annoyed.
Pain: What in the blue hell is a Tauren... actually, never mind. I don't think it matters.
The Principal twiddles his thumbs a bit.
Pain: Now, please welcome the second team up for voting.
Some kind of crazy psycho like music starts up as the next team walks out, each one of them seeming to be bound up in a straightjacket, accompanied by some guy in a white coat. Team L33T quickly backs up, as Pain watches on with interest, the two men being escorted into the ring, before their jackets are un-strapped by the man, who quickly exits. The two men stand their twitching and staring back. The first one seems to be rather tall and muscular, with a pale white Viscera style Mohawk and a messed up eye as the other seems only slightly less large and Muscular, sporting some black dread-locks, each one of them wearing beneath their jackets matching dark purple tights, with little yellow swirly, hypnotic-like symbols seen covering them all around. Pain watches on, quite... surprised as the two take steps closer.
Pain: You've got to be kidding... who the hell was on that committee anyway, that Ultimate Warrior?!
The two men takes steps closer, as Pain looks on, as the two reach and... shake his hands?
Mental Patient #1: Good day sir. It's a fine evening isn't it?
Mental Patient #2: Absolutely... a fine day to be able to join this competitive event.
Both: You may call us the Asylum Express
The two smile with perfect smiles, looking at each other, when suddenly one of them turns around.
Mental Patient #1: What... what do you mean this man is saying bad things about you? I quite honestly never heard a single insult... you must be delusional or something.
The second guy glances over at his friend looking back.
Mental Patient #2: Oh... I'm sorry sir. Fargo here suffers a bit from voices in his head. Nothing to be.... BASTARD... alarmed about.
Pain almost falls back in his chair from this sudden explicit outburst, as Team L33T snicker amongst themselves at the word's usage.
Pain: You filthy mouthed cretin! Why would you see fit to randomly cursing in my... and this crowd's presence?
The apparently named Fargo glances back over.
Fargo: Yes, terribly sorry about that. Hoover here has a touch of... the Tourette's Syndrome. Completely involuntary you see... what do you mean he doesn't like my hair?
Pain looks at them both.
Pain: Well... tell us about yourselves then. How did two... insane people like yourselves get permission to wrestle in the first place... let alone try out?
The two think a bit.
Fargo: Well you see, it's part of a new program at the mental hospital. They believe that allowing us to pursue our desired career paths, might help us recover. In both our cases, we've always admired the EWT.
Hoover: Yes... from wrestlers like... Billy " The... f***... Virgin " Ubermark to even the New... ASSHOLE... Era. We're quite hopeful we'll be allowed... BITCH... to compete here.
Fargo: Yes... we may even be allowed out of the hospital for this. And that would be a dream come... what do you mean someone's staring at us?
Pain quickly silences them and nods.
Pain: Next team please...
A Rather Generic Rock Song starts up as... two of the EWT's own Janitors, start walking down to the ring! Both of them are clad in orange jump-suits, seeming to be like twins in appearance, both with curly light brown hair and wearing sunglasses. They toss off their matching orange caps, entering the ring as Pain groans, Fargo and Hoover joining Team L33T as the two Janitors head over to Pain, who glances over them.
Pain: Gentlemen, I assure you there are no messes in the ring...
He immediately gets cut off as the two twin janitors look at each other.
Janitor #1: Hey... shut up. We ain't here to clean up no messes.
Janitor #2: Yeah... we're the thoid team accepted in this competition.
Pain: You must be joking... well, what is your team name then?
The two look at each other real quick.
Together: We're called Clean Sweep!
Pain: Ugh... fine, Clean Sweep, introduce yourselves.
Janitor #1: My name's Moe.
Janitor #2: And my names Bo
Pain groans, holding a hand over his face, not even looking at these two men.
Pain: So... what in the world brought you into this competition... besides incompetent judging.
Moe: Well Mistah Pain... you see, we've been woiking for the EWT for years now, all we wanted to do is have a chance to prove owselves in da ring. Then hopefully we can stop cleaning toilets and starts cleaning clocks, know what I'm saying?
Pain: Well, that's definitely... an interesting way to try and get into the EWT... becoming Janitors.
Bo: Eh, it was da best idea we had at the time.
Pain: Indeed... now step to the side, as we welcome, Team Number Four... I can't watch.
Some Rather Loud Classical Music Starts up as Two Guys walk out to the ring, holding hands with each other, dressed in some sharp looking wrestling attire. Each one is wearing a money green tank-top and purple tights below, with Golden colored boots to... boot. The one on the right has very shiny blonde hair and blue eyes, while the one on the left has shiny black hair and green eyes, the two smiling at each other, then blushing... as they enter the ring, side by side. They walk over to Pain, who finally looks up at these two, not as horrified with them as the previous teams.
Pain: Hmmm... those are some expensive looking attires you're wearing their aren't they? Now boys... tell us your names.
The two look at each other and nod.
Blonde Boy: Well... ummm, my name is Josh
Black haired Boy: And... I'm Brandon
The two glance over real quick, giving each other a quick peck on the lips, as Pain looks on in sheer shock, before they both turn around.
Pain: Hmmm, something tells me Tag Teaming isn't the only reason you two hang around each other.
The two blush slightly and nod.
Josh: Yep... we're both boyfriends. I don't know what I'd do without my Brandy here.
Brandon: Oh and without my wonderful Joshie... life probably wouldn't be worth living!
Pain: And... how exactly did you two qualify?
Both: Our Dad's bribed the judges.
Pain: ... of course. Well, since you're already here... and we've already got a nice deep donation to our name, tell us your tag team alias.
The two nod, thinking for a bit.
Brandon: Well... what do you think Josh?
Josh: I only want what you want Brand.
Brandon: Hmmm... well then how about Stocks and Bonds.... since we're rich... and we have a chemical like bond to each other.
Josh blushes at this comment as the two turn back and nod in agreement.
Pain: We'll I'd ask how you both got into wrestling.... but it seems that your answer would be as pointless as my question. So just go over there.
The two look slightly offended, but quickly shake off the feeling.
Brandon: Well... we don't watch wrestling just to see guys rolling around with each other. I mean... we're interested in the psychology and technique of the matches...
Josh: But... we don't hate the part with the guys rolling around.
Pain: NEXT... please.
Brandon and Josh walk off to the side as the next theme starts up, another generic rock theme starts up as out walks the next pair, both Sporting Purple Faux-Hawks. One guy is handstand walking down the ramp-way, dressed in a red bodysuit, covered in black Cow Head Graphics, while his apparent tag team parter follows in a blue bodysuit covered in Pink Icicles, only he's rolling sideways down the ramp, eventually passing his partner, as the two stop their antics when they reach the ring, both men running around the ring, then sliding in at opposite sides, one guy walking over and sitting on the turnbuckle, laying atop and against the ropes, as the other guy drops down on all fours, begins chasing himself... like a dog would it's tail, before stopping and flopping out on his stomach before Pain. His tag team partner climbs off afterwards, strangely walking over to Pain.
Pain: So... you... things? What would be your names...
Guy: I am Zeleke!!!
Other Guy: I am Faboon!!!
Guy: I am the hot and spicy pig of acrobaticry!
Other Guy: I am the cool mild Manatee of Finesse.
Both: Together... we shall be called... Raft Shack!
Pain: ... RAFT SHACK?!
The two nod, before sitting down, indian style as they bob their heads randomly. The apparently named Zeleke pulls a Candy Bar out of his shoe, unwraps and starts nibbling at it.
Pain: So, why did you two try and join this competition... and succeed for that matter?
Faboon: We have... a mystical bond with the ultimateness of intensity.
Zeleke: Our tag team prowess is only unmatched by the cereal planet overlords!
Pain: Never-mind... stand over there.
The two hops up, cart wheeling to the other side of the ring... as Pain lets out a loud exasperated sigh, before turning back to the entrance ramp.
Pain: Next team...
Yet another bland generic theme begins as the next team walks out, silently. And by that I mean... literally... as a pair of MIMES dressed in black and white traditional wrestling attire, slowly head down to the ring, getting torn apart by boos from the crowd. They don't seem to notice, as they quietly enter the ring, then doing the old trapped in a box thing, to everyone's displeasure Pain growls, simply pointing them off to the side of the ring.
Pain: I'm not even going to bother with them... FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THAT IS HOLY, Send out a normal team please...
As if on cue, generic rock music hits as out walk two average sized guys, One wearing deep blue trunks, the other wearing deep green ones. Both men have matching Dark Brown medium lengthed hair, which slightly flows into their faces. These two quickly enter the ring, looking at the random collection already assembled
Pain: Well... this looks promising. Tell me, what are your names.
Guy: I'm Dirk
Other Guy: I'm Duke
Both: You can call us Dirk and Duke.
Pain: Hmmm... well Dirk and Duke, how did you both qualify for this thing.
Dirk: We did exactly as we were told.
Duke: We competed with absolute best efforts in mind.
Both: Apparently we made the cut.
Pain yawns slightly, looking them over.
Pain: No offense boys but you two seem a bit... bland.
Dirk: We're not bland.
Duke: We're serious.
Dirk: We don't mess around.
Duke: We'd never mess around.
Both: We just win.
Pain: Alright... well, you seem the most, normal yet I suppose. Now, please step off to the side, so we can allow our FINAL participating team to join us.
Some kind of Euro Pop Music starts up as the final two make their way to the ring, both dressed in Orange Outfits, a smaller young man in deep orange tights, while a larger looking man seems to be dressed in a traditional wrestling outfit. The smaller man has blue eyes and blonde hair, while his friend has both brown eyes and hair, with a bit of a beard as well. The smaller young man has a stubble of blond facial hair beneath his chin. The two enter the ring, immediately turning to Principal Pain
Smaller Man: Principal Pain... my idol, my favorite wrestler in the entire EWT. It is the most honorable of honors to finally meet you face to face.
Pain seems rather, uninterested.
Pain: I don't like suck ups my friend.
The blonde guy looks a bit shocked.
Small Guy: Why I would NEVER " Suck up " as you would put it. I truly and utterly mean everything that I have said. I model myself completely after you.
The bigger guy nods.
Bigger Guy: Yeah it's true. He never stops talking about you.
Pain smirks slightly at these words.
Pain: Well, always nice to meet a smart young man like yourself. Tell me... what is your team name?
The young man doesn't even have to think.
Small Guy: Why... we are called International Uprising. My name is Scott Sinder... and this is my friend and tag team partner, Dylan Domino.
Pain simply nods.
Pain: I see... I kind of like that name. Most likely the best I've heard all day... though there's not much competition it seems in that category. So tell me, other than trying to be like myself, why exactly did you try out?
Scott thinks for only a moment.
Scott: Well... Principal Pain, you see... from day one since I become interested in wrestling, their has been no technician as great... or as wonderful in the ring as yourself. I simply hope that I and Mr. Domino here can be given the chance to prove ourselves, maybe even perhaps become the NEW PTA.
Pain looks on, a bit amused with this remark.
Pain: I see... well that's certainly a noble goal, not sure if it would be reachable, but who knows?
Pain looks at these eight teams, now gathering them into the center.
Pain: Now then... since we all know who you are... most of you I mean, we shall now hold the first EWT Competition... and this week's competition? Survival...
The Eight Teams look amongst themselves, wondering what that means as Pain slides out, suddenly from both sides of the ring come Samoa Joe, Kurt Angle, Bryan Danielson, and Chris Benoit! The four men slide into the ring, immediately proceeding to beat the living hell out of each and every man in reach in the ring. The Mimes are the first to go out, Josh quickly following. Brandon immediately eliminates himself, following out and checking on him. Soon after, Duke gets laid out with a Muscle Buster, then dumped outside as well. Zip and Tad are easily eliminated by Benoit via a clothesline to each of them, knocking them out of the ring. He then turns around and slaps Hoover in a Cross Face, who almost immediately taps! Scott and Domino get locked respectively in the Cattle Mutilation and Ankle Lock, both immediately tapping out. Bo falls victim to a boot to the back of the head, sending him out of the ring hard, as Faboon dodges a Benoit chop by dropping into a backhand spring, only to receive a series of stomps for his troubles by all four men, who then toss him out as well. Dirk goes out soon after, as all four pick him up and lob him right, landing atop Faboon. This leaves Zeleke, Moe, and Fargo as the Final Three Survivors. Moe and Fargo quickly jump out of the way, letting the four men annihilate Zeleke, Moe then nails a blatant low blow to Fargo, who is then dumped out by the caucus, as Moe stands in the ring, panting and drenched in sweat... as the four men nods, then proceed to beat him up anyway, as Pain smiles, returning to the ring and calling them all off, as he looks down at Moe.
Pain: And it seems the first team to gain Immunity this round shall be... Clean Sweep. Congratulations... I suppose. And if you thought this first challenge was difficult, wait until you see next weeks... well, until Seven of you Tag Teams see next week's.
Pain smiles, exiting the ring as all sixteen men roll around outside, covered in bruises, bumps and even a bit of blood... as we fade to commercial.
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Post by Mystery on Nov 6, 2006 9:58:29 GMT -5
*Mystery is sitting in a corner, rocking. She then gets to her feet & starts to speak...*
Once I never could hope to win You starting down the road leaving me again The threats you made were meant to cut me down And if our love was just a circus you'd be a clown by now
Y' know, I'm still standing better than I ever did Looking like a true survivor, feeling like a little kid I'm still standing after all this time Picking up the pieces of my life without you on my mind
I'm still standing yeah yeah yeah I'm still standing yeah yeah yeah
You tried to hurt me mommy. You tried to hurt me like I have hurt you.
But it didn't hurt me. Throwing me off a cage into the crowd didn't hurt me.
All I did was make me laugh. I laughed & laughed & laughed. It tickled.
And now mommy...I have my mask back. And you have no hair.
It's funny how life works mommy.
Don't you know that I'm still standing better than I ever did Looking like a true survivor, feeling like a little kid I'm still standing after all this time Picking up the pieces of my life without you on my mind
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Post by Rick Raskall on Nov 6, 2006 12:55:18 GMT -5
Raskall and Trunk are walking down the hallway the day after Symphony of Destruction.Raskall: ...and burn my DVD of "The Butterfly Effect"! I don't want to have anything to do with that backstabbing mongoloid anymore! "Duh huh! U got PUNK'D!! Dur hur hur gur durrr!" Trunk: Hey dawg, we gotta forget about Ashton Kutcher. He ain't comin' back. Now Curly Long and Mr. Big, that's who we gotta worry about. Raskall: Yeah, you're right. Better off taking out our frustrations on somebody who's worth the trouble. Trunk: Hey man, there's Toomi's office. Bet he's got the match board up. Raskall: Oh, fun. Let's see what low-rent WWF reject team we get paired up with today. Raskall and Trunk go to Toomi's office door. They take a look at the new match board.Raskall: Okay, Maelstrom's got his title defense...wait, didn't he just beat that Creepshow guy last night? What earns him a rematch? Well, I guess it's none of my business...okay, Indigo...Ragnal...Ireland vs. ...whoa, check this out! EWT Tag Team Championship Team Ireland versus Raskall & Trunk Raskall: Hot diggity damn! Title shot on the first night! Remember the first time we were here about a year ago, and we didn't even get to sniff those titles! Trunk: Yeah, but last time, Curly Long was booking the matches. You think he'd let us get a fair shake? Raskall: But Curly Long isn't booking anymore, is he? Thank you, gracious Toomi! When we take those tag titles, you are SO invited to the after-party! Trunk: I'm gonna hit the liquor store now! Raskall: Sweet! I'm gonna go set up the locker room. ...And remember Marcus, this time, no arm wrestling. Raskall and Trunk leave. Unfortunately, they didn't read the part about Toomi's Roulette Wheel.
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Post by HMARK Center on Nov 6, 2006 15:04:02 GMT -5
Gene Okerlund: Fans, what a night of surprises Symphony of Destruction really was! I don't think the EWT's seen this many unmaskings, from the returning Raskall and Trunk, to the Sunshine Squad, and nearly to Mystery, in the span of, what, four days or so? Not to mention multiple titles changing hands, Mike and Joe Ragnal patching things up in what was Joe's epic last match, and Cletus Quinn coming oh-so-close to shocking the world against Maelstrom!
<voice goes down a bit> But, to some, perhaps one of the biggest shocks of the night came <video from the show starts playing, with Gene talking over it> when the odds-on-favorites to win the Megadeth, the Prophecy Reborn, fell to the Sunshine Squad...with an assist from Team LEO!
In one night, the entire landscape of the EWT Tag Team scene changed: the Prophecy Reborn, laid out, with Team LEO's Mike Hodgson viciously attacking HitmanMark's already injured arm and shoulder; the Sunshine Squad's disbanding at the hands of Dr. Vivian, and the subsequent SHOCKING returns of both Senor Splash and Paul Podanski; and, last but certainly not least, the EWT World Tag Team Titles landing firmly in the possession...of Team Ireland.
After the show, EWT cameras entered the backstage area, where they saw this:
<The footage rolls as the camera man enters the lockerroom area. HMark can be seen, sitting on a table against a wall, doctor's wrapping his arm and getting a sling for him; his cries of pain are audible. Standing to the side, Auraelia can also be seen; she has a pair of jeans on, but didn't even get a chance to take off her ring-gear top, thus exposing her taped up midsection. After a couple of seconds, Moxie enters the frame, pacing back and forth. It's clear he hasn't even showered, as he's just got on a pair of wind pants and sneakers. His face is somewhat bruised, but he looks mostly fine, otherwise, outside of some other bumps. He snaps around, and sees the camera.>
Moxie: <grabbing camera> Get over here. I've got a few messages I've gotta send.
<Mox brings the cameraman out of the lockerroom, but the door is open>
Mox: What you just saw tonight...<stops, his mind clearly rife with conflict and confusion>...what you saw tonight, in a word, sucked.
You saw three teams enter the Megadeth. You also saw the Prophecy Reborn clearly executing a gameplan, one that assurred us the titles with minimal physical exertion, which would've left us relatively fresh for Team Ireland.
That gameplan was in full effect for, what, almost 90% of the match? We laid waste to the dWo, and beat the Sunshine Squad pillar to post, barely even giving them time to breathe, hell, we HAD the belts in the bag following the Necronomicon!
But Team LEO...I guess they were one step ahead, huh? Not too shabby, guys, usking Keiko as bait to lure our Auraelia out, and make her a non-factor. Evil genius.
And what you did to HIM <cameraman looks over, and HMark's leaning back against the wall, breathing through his teeth as the doctors try to move his left arm around, testing it>, that's not something we're about to forget.
You boys wanted revenge, was that it? You were beaten, straight up, middle of the ring, you PASSED OUT, but you couldn't @#$%ing live with it! So you re-injure HMark, we have no idea if he'll be back to 100% any time soon, and put our girl into danger?
Well, enjoy it...<with a harsh, very sarcastic tone> ..."nerds." I can't blame children for thinking that losing to a superior team is grounds for revenge, but I can certainly punish them for it. Your time is coming, oh-so-very soon, and that means you too, Keiko; you just pissed off a sleeping pack of wolves, and you're going to have to answer for it.
As for the Sunshine Squad...Podanski, Splash, whoever...I guess we'll just wait to get the answers on our minds when everyone else gets to hear 'em.
Oh, and Team Ireland? Congratulations, you're wearing gold. But, take my advice: don't stand around any place too long, don't turn down any dark corners, don't even sleep more than you absolutely must. Because now, for you, time is a very, very precious commodity.
Ok, get out of here, that's enough. <shoves camera back casually, storms back into lockerroom, where the sound of a fist or shoe hitting a metal locker rings out>
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Post by Chris Decker-The Wild Rover on Nov 6, 2006 20:42:18 GMT -5
*todd grisham is backstage at the EWT arena*
Grish: thank you ladies and gentleman we are here with a new rookie that makes his debut here within the next week with mysth, were talking about "The Professional" Chad Ocean.
Ocean: Todd Grisham, do me a favor, just hold the mic up a little higher, cause I got Something to say. For you See the EWT booking team have put me on the card. the honor of being able to compete is what makes me The Professional. See I know what its like to work hard, pay your dues, and get the job done. For years I was the guy that would organize shipment loads your toys, your loves and your addictions. Without guys like me working on the docks, you would never have the nice london broil sitting at home when you get home. You wouldn't have your custom exhausts to put on your honda civics. and you wouldn't have your petrolum to make the world go. I was the guy that shipping that out, breaking my back, to insure the people of America got what they deserved. because I am The People, I am America, I am A Professional, and Mysth I got one thing to say to you, You may be a hell of a athelete, but when the bell sounds, your charisma and your strength won't mean a thing, cause when this Trojan Skin stick his Size 13 D.M's upside your face, you'll understand that its nothing personal, It's just what being a Professional Is all about.
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Post by Smark4lyfe on Nov 7, 2006 0:08:50 GMT -5
*Fades in*
The New Era are arriving at the EWT arena with an smirk on their faces.
JR: Looks like the New Era arrives with good news JBL: No...really...
*Fades out*
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Post by Virus aka Captain No-Nuts on Nov 7, 2006 1:37:16 GMT -5
(Virus is seen walking backstage. Sum Guy and Candy Girl catch up to him.)
SG: I'm Sum Guy, and Creative was too lazy to come up with a vaguely disgusting lead-in for me today! I'm here with Virus, who will face the newcomer Cassinova this week, with the stipulation yet to be decided by Toomi's Roulette Wheel.
Candy: So, Virus, how do you feel about this match-up?
Virus: Well... I'll get straight to the point. Cassinova reminds me a lot of somebody I once knew. Cassinova reminds me of a person I've fought multiple times in this federation, to great reaction from all of those fans out there in those seats.
Virus: Cassinova... reminds me of a young EN Bunk, or Chad Michaels, if you will. Cocky, arrogant, and he thinks just because he's the "bomb" or whatever the hell the vernacular is these days, he deserves to have everything handed to him on a damn silver platter. Well, Cassi, just like the Third Street Warriors before you, it ain't gonna be that easy. Because this week... you've been thrown straight into the path of a man who has more than a fair share of stress to relieve.
Virus: And I'm going to relieve it in that ring, by any means necessary. And when it's all over... you'll have a whole new view of how you make it in this federation.
SG: But what of this "Tribunal" we saw in your last apperance?
Virus: ... (Virus sighs before answering.) Good question, Sum. And it's one I'm not fully prepared to answer. But I will say this -- they... have some issues separating what happens in that ring from what happens outside it. They are operating under the false assumption that I need to "answer" for "sins" I committed as part of an angle in my old stomping grounds. And I have a feeling that they're going to try to beat my pennance out of me sometime soon.
Virus: But if they do show up.. if they do try to interfere in my new life, they... as well as this young upstart Cassinova... had better PREPARE... TO BE... INFECTED.
(Virus strides off.)
SG: Strong words from Virus there. Well, for EWT, I'm Sum Guy, and... nope, EWT Creative is STILL too lazy to write new material.
(We fade to commercial.)
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Post by Oceanic on Nov 7, 2006 3:45:39 GMT -5
As the camera fades in there is an outside shot of the old run down house sitting on a hill. A shrouded figure walks away from the old home until he is fully out of view. A creak is heard and the house comes tumbling apart and falls to rubble on the ground as the camera fades out again. ARINGHE ROSSE DEBUTS THIS WEEK
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