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Post by Mystery on Sept 8, 2006 21:03:05 GMT -5
*Mystery sits in a dark corner, her knee bandaged up. She is rocking back & forth.*
Go on now go walk out the door just turn around now 'cause you're not welcome anymore weren't you the one who tried to hurt me with goodbye you think I'd crumble you think I'd lay down and die Oh no, not I I will survive as long as i know how to love I know I will stay alive I've got all my life to live I've got all my love to give and I'll survive I will survive
You hear me mommy? I will survive. I will survive. Hey hey.
You think you took me out mommy? By hitting my leg? By having your kids hurt me? No mommy, no. It won't work mommy. It won't work.
It takes more then a chair to hurt me mommy. More then a chair.
Trust me mommy...it takes more then a chair. And you will see soon what it is. Real soon mommy.
I will survive. I will survive.
I will survive!!!!!!!!
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Post by SHOCK_THE_TRUTH.VLTG3 on Sept 9, 2006 3:07:21 GMT -5
Announcer: The following contest is a Farewell match and it is scheduled for one fall!
Prepare to be Infected!!!
The familiar sound of Lacuna Coil's Heaven's a Lie starts up as the crowd gives a nice reaction, the first man in this match heading down to the ring.
Announcer: Introducing first, from Parts Unknown, weighing in at 310 pounds... he is Virus!!!
Virus heads down towards the ring, looking actually happy as he heads down to the ring, as if he wants to face his friend tonight. He rolls into the ring, playing to the crowd as he turns to the Entrance Ramp. As soon as he does, a rather Generic sounding theme starts up, as his opponent heads from out of the back.
Announcer: And introducing the opponent, from Moscow Russia, weighing in at 515 pounds... he is the Canceler!!!
Canceler trudges down to the ring, not looking menacing and pissed off like usual, but more calm and collected. He steps into the ring over the top rope, walking over in front of Virus and looking down at him, who looks back up. He extends his hand for a quick handshake, Virus happily accepting... as the two give a quick hug and pat on the back, before breaking away. They nod as the bell rings.
Canceler signals for a Test of Strength, Virus accepting as the two lock up. At first Canceler seems to easily overpower Virus, pushing back and getting him nearly bent over, back touching the mat. However Virus fights back, coming back and showing his own strength, pushing back and putting Canceler in the same position, showing a great deal of power! But just like Virus, Canceler regains balance as the test ends in a stalemate. The two nod, now circling the ring slowly, giving each other a nod. Both men charge in, locking up once again, but again... there's no clear winner, as they push off again. The two circle the ring again, once again locking up, this time Virus wrenching Canceler's arm, going right into a top wrist lock, holding it. Canceler quickly fights out of it, reversing an hitting an arm wrench of his own, applying his own top wrist lock.. Virus counters with a kick to the gut, loosening the hold enough for him to loosen the hold, enough for Virus to apply a hammerlock, Canceler grimacing a bit as Virus breaks it, switching to a Standing armbar, applying further pressure, kicking Canceler down to one knee, the big man grimacing a bit. He tries to roll... slowly out of the hold, only for Virus to pull him back over, taking him down with a jumping arm breaker! The big man groans, clutching said arm as Virus switches into a Fujiwara Armbar, the big man laying face down on the mat as he tries to fight out of it. Virus however refuses to break the hold. Canceler takes matters into his own hands, using his free arm to elbow Virus in the side of the head a few times, enough to loosen the hold. He rolls away, getting to his feet and nursing his shoulder a bit. Virus recovers quickly from the series of elbows, charging forward, right into a Hip Toss by Canceler, with Virus landing on his feet.He then attempts to grab and take Canceler down with a Russian Leg Sweep, but Canceler resists, nailing a head butt to the side of Virus's head, as he instead grabs him for a Russian Leg Sweep of his own! The two men hit the mat as Canceler rolls Virus up in an Oklahoma roll! 1..2
Virus quickly counters, grabbing and somehow managing to hoist Canceler into a Backslide pin! 1...2
Canceler breaks free. He sits up on the mat, clutching his shoulder slightly again as Virus sits up next. He is the first to get to his feet as he allows Canceler to get back to his feet. Virus bounces off the ropes, charging forward and going for an impressive Cross body, only for Canceler to catch him in mid air. He quickly flings him out of the ring with a fall away slam, but Virus shows his impressive athleticism again, grabbing onto the ropes, dangling for a bit, then climbing back and onto the ring apron. As Canceler is still down on the ground, he springboards off the ropes for a leg drop! Canceler scouts it, rolling out of the way just in time as Virus lands rather hard, clutching his back slightly. Canceler gets to his feet, just as Virus is trying to get to his own. The big man quickly runs over as fast as he can, grabbing and slamming Virus down hard with a Belly to Belly suplex to the mat! Virus groans a bit, clutching at his chest as he sits up. Canceler sits up afterwards, taking advantage and clinching on a body scissors with his rather large legs, focusing on already slightly sore body of his opponent.
Virus groans, struggling to break free as the big man applies pressure, then reaching forward as has the scissors locked on, grabbing Virus in a Chin lock now, applying pressure to that area as well.Virus continues to desperately try and fight out his predicament. He desperately nails Canceler with a head butt using the back of his own skull, loosening both holds a bit. Virus quickly slips out of the Chin lock, sliding through the scissors and turning Canceler over, now applying a Sharpshooter! Canceler quickly fights out, using his powerful legs to throw Virus off, sending him off the ropes. Canceler quickly gets to his feet, grabbing Virus as he comes back around and leveling him with a Black Hole Slam! Virus groans, as Canceler goes for a cover. 1...2.
Virus manages to kick out once again. Canceler hims, quickly lifting his opponent back to his feet, getting behind and driving him down into his knee for a Back Breaker, lifting him up back up to both feet and onto his shoulders, where he brings him down for a Rib Breaker! Virus groans, falling back down to the mat as Canceler walks over, sitting on Virus's back and applying a Camel Clutch. Virus gasps a bit in pain as he now starts quickly crawling towards the ropes, though obviously slowed by the massive weight on his body.He continues inching towards the bottom rope, lunging out with his arm and grabbing onto it. Canceler immediately breaks the hold before even a one count, looking rather impressed. Virus pushes himself off the mat, slowly getting to his feet. As soon as he does, Canceler tries for a big boot, but Virus catches it, quickly nailing a Sweep kick, taking the big man down to the mat! Virus then quickly drops down, grabbing his arm again and applying a seated armbar, once again focusing on the already sore area of his opponent. Canceler groans as he struggles to fight out, Virus not making it easy at all. He continues to apply the hold, but Canceler keeps desperately trying to hold on.He reaches over with his free arm again, delivering an overhand chop to the back of Virus's neck, loosening this submission as well. This allows Canceler once again to pull free, clutching his arm as lies on the mat, as Virus clutches at the back of his own neck.
He recovers much more quickly, once again rising off the mat. As Canceler rises back up, Virus jumps at him with a Savate kick, only for Canceler to catch it, pull him forward right into a High Angle Spinebuster to the mat! Virus groans a bit more, as he desperately tries to get back to his feet, where Canceler applies a Gutwrench, now putting further pressure on his opponent's back. Virus groans once again, dropping to one knee as he nails a series of quick elbows to the side of the head, reaching behind and taking Canceler down with a Snapmare! He grabs at Canceler's arm once again, nailing an arm wrench, putting the big man in further pain. He then keeps the hold on, turning it into a Crossface Chickenwing! Canceler groans, seeming now to be fading fast as Virus applies more and more pressure, trying to get the submission victory it seems.Canceler struggles to fight out, but seems to be fading fast. He drops to both knees now, Virus keeping his grip on tight, continuing to pull back his opponent's arm around his neck, causing him obvious pain. Canceler soon goes face first, down to the mat, but refuses to tap. Virus looks impressed, continuing to keep the hold on, as he now applies a body scissors on his downed opponent as he keeps the hold on. After a bit though, Canceler starts to rises to his feet, lifting Virus up onto his back as he does so, who keeps the hold on, now dangling! The big man then breaks the hold the only way he can think of, falling backwards and flattening Virus!
The crowd looks on as Virus has indeed lost his hold now, Canceler desperately grabbing at his arm now. He rolls onto his back, now sitting up as Virus is still down it seems, suffering the effects from that desperation move from Canceler. However, he too begins to rise, as both men are looking across at each other again. Virus charges, going for a running Knee, which Canceler manages to sidestep. Virus stops in his tracks, getting grabbed from behind and powered down with a Reverse DDT! Canceler quickly gets back to his feet afterwards, lifting up Virus to his own as he does so, as he sets him up for the Quarter Ton Bomb! But Virus fights out of it, dropping behind and somehow performing a crucifix pin! 1...2..
Canceler manages to break out of it! Virus groans, getting to his feet and resting a bit. Canceler backs up, resting in the turnbuckle a bit, as Virus takes advantage again, charging right at him for a shoulder block, but Canceler once again moves out of the way! Virus slams hard into it, clutching at his ribs as Canceler lifts him up from behind, setting him atop the turnbuckle, looking to the crowd as he locks in a waistlock, as Virus's back faces him. He then pulls him off and nails a top turnbuckle German Suplex pin! 1....2....
No! Virus manages to somehow power out of the bridge. Canceler drops down onto his back as both men are down now. Virus is slow to his feet, as Canceler barely beats him to his own. He goes a for a big time lariat, but Virus ducks it, grabbing his arm again, perhaps for another armbar, but Canceler escapes this time, hitting Virus in the side of the face with an elbow. Virus groans, Canceler then grabbing his opponent and pulling him down, driving him right into his knee, sending him now hunched over. Canceler nods, grabbing the rope nearby for support as he raises up his leg, going for that Axe Kick of his. However Virus sees it just in time to grab it, pushing back and sending Canceler tumbling right out of the ring! He takes advantage, as Canceler barely lands on his feet, a bit dazed on the outside as Virus leaps off, nailing a Missile Dropkick, nailing Canceler in the chest and sending him reeling back into the barricade! Canceler groans, clutching at his chest, Virus getting back to his feet pretty quickly. He grabs Canceler by that arm again, whipping him back into the ring with the force! As Canceler rises back up, Virus is on the apron again, spring boarding off for a second Dropkick, this one nailing Canceler right in the jaw! He stumbles back into the center of the ring rather dazed now as Virus is once again back up, signaling for the Infection as he hoists Canceler off his feet, planting him with the move! Canceler hits the mat with a loud thud, shaking the ring as he lays prone. 1....2....
No! Canceler somehow manages to break out of the move.Virus looks pretty amazed by this as he looks a bit in disbelief! He gets back up, looking down as watches Canceler rise up, driving a hard knee into the chest then grabbing him by the throat. However, Canceler fights out, hitting a quick forearm to the face, followed by another. Virus groans, clutching at his face and stumbling back a bit. Canceler then hoists Virus up high onto his shoulder, dropping him down with a swift Quarter Ton Bomb to the mat! He goes for a cover now. 1...2...
AGAIN NO! This time Virus manages to get the shoulder up off the mat. Now Canceler is the one who looks impressed. He reaches down, hoisting Virus up to his feet, who explodes with a surge of energy, charging forward and driving Canceler into the back of a nearby turnbuckle! He quickly sets him atop of it, quickly climbing up after and driving him down with his other more seldom used finisher, the Mutation! Canceler lands even harder this time as the ring shakes even more from this one, Virus flipping him over and covering him for the pin attempt one more time. 1....2...
3!!!
Virus wins... Canceler has just lost his last EWT Match.
Announcer: Here is your winner... Virus!!!
Virus looks up, a bit in disbelief himself he won over the 515 pounder. He gets back to his feet, clutching his chest and back a bit as he looks down at Canceler who starts to get to his feet a few seconds later, shaking off the cobwebs a bit. He looks to Virus, who looks back up at him. The two shakes hands again, then once again hug as the crowd cheers for a very solid farewell match, possibly Canceler's best one yet. Virus reaches over for the announcer's microphone, with a smile on his face.
Virus: Canceler... I know we only met just a few months ago, after we both left the PTA, but over that short period of time, I've come to respect you alot. You've been like my brother or something... and I know I'm not afraid to say... I and probably most of the entire EWT Locker-room are going to miss you man.
Canceler looks down at Virus now as he speaks.
Virus: ... but if you ever decide to come back to the EWT, you gotta promise me a rematch.
Canceler thinks for a bit, reaching for the microphone himself.
Canceler: ... Definitely. But next time, I'll try even harder to beat you.
The two nod at each other as the crowd gives a short ovation for Canceler and this short match, as the big man's nameless theme plays one more time. He exits the ring, stopping on top of the ramp and dropping to his knees, bowing to the fans to show appreciation, then walking backstage. Virus watches, clapping along with the crowd as he also watches.
The clapping continues until we go to a commercial break.
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Post by Oak: Certified Jade Hater on Sept 9, 2006 13:11:08 GMT -5
The Pitbulls (WWE Version) come down to the ring to boo's a plenty from the crowd.
Lillian Garcia: THe following contest is scheduled for one fall and is a tag team match. Making their way to the ring, Kid Kash and Jaime Noble, The Pitbulls!!
The Pitbulls slide in the ring and try to get heat from the crwod when the lights go out. Red and Blue fog comes from the ramp and the lights go red and white. "Anxiety" by Black Eyed Peas hits as Chad Michaels and Bolt Bacana come down to the ring as the fans chher like crazy. BOlt and Chad pose on the turnbuckles before getting brutally attacked by The Pitbulls to start the match.
-----Ding Ding Ding!-----
Kash and Chad are on the outside with Kash and Chad exchanging punches. Kash takes Chad down with a low-blow while the ref isn;t looking and proceeds to hit a backbreaker. Kash gets y and tries to hit an elbow drop, but CHad rools out of the way and Kash hits his elbow on the mat. Kash gets up and BAM! Collision Course, knocking him out. Meanwhilke, Noble is in the corner getting pummeled on by Bolt. Bolt hits a dropsault on Noble before grabbing him in a suplex position and stradling him on the ropes. Bolt climbs the turnbuckle and stomps on his back, with the debut of I Stole It From Mexico!! Noble is in immense pain as Bolt picks him up for the Colt 45, signaling for the end. Chad is on the turnbuckle and comes off with the Crossfire right as Bolt hits the Colt 45, akas the "Bolt" 46! Bolt goes for the pin as Chad superkicks Kash again, and it's over.
-----Ding Ding Ding!-----
Lillian: Here are you wi-
Chad: I'll take that, thank you. Now, Prophecy Reborn! Youg uys tried to duck and dodge us before. Well, that won't happen again! At the next PPV, we challenge you to a match,f or the EWT Tag Team Titles! And if you got the balls, you'll give us our match, the one we earned and deserved!
Bolt: Believe It!
"Anxiety" plays as Chad and Bolt slide out and walk to the back as we fade to a commercial for IAMS.
"IAMS! Just being Honest!"
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Post by Gasoline: Gen. Tech Member on Sept 9, 2006 20:44:24 GMT -5
*Cut back to ringside*
Ring Announcer: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. In the ring, weighing in at 287 lbs., GREAT HUGO!
*Great Hugo salutes the crowd and gets a pop in return. "Gas Power" then hits*
RA: And his opponent, from Buffalo, New York, weighing in at 323 lbs., he is a member of Generation Tech, "BIG DADDY" GASOLINE!
*Gasoline walks out to a somewhat mixed reaction, mostly cheers but also a noticeable amount of boos. Looking focused, he steps into the ring and stares at Great Hugo*
The bell rings to start the match. Hugo offers a handshake. Gas reluctantly accepts, but then gives Hugo a knee to the mid-section. Gas delivers a double axe handle to the back, dropping Hugo to one knee. Gas runs to the ropes and hits a knee to the face. He picks up Hugo and rams him into the corner. He attacks with a few shoulder thrusts, then whips him to the opposite corner. Hugo blocks Gas's charge with an elbow to the face. He runs at him, but Gas catches him with a powerslam. He goes for a cover.
1... 2...
Hugo kicks out. Gas picks him up and whips him to the ropes. Hugo ducks an attempted clothesline and hits Gas with a flying shoulder block, sending him back into the ropes. Hugo goes for a clothesline, sending both men to the outside. Hugo picks up Gas and rams him into the side of the ring. The ref starts the 10 count. Hugo bangs Gas's head on the apron a few times. Then he attempts to bang his head on the security rail, but Gas blocks it and bangs Hugo's head on the rail instead. The ref is now at 5. Gas whips Hugo into the steel steps and then slides back in the ring. The count is now at 7. Hugo gets up and slides back into-- no, wait a minute! Chance Confidence is under the ring and holding onto Hugo's right leg. The count is up to 8. Hugo is trying to pry Chance off of him. The ref counts 9. Hugo is finally able to get Chance off of him and slides into the ring, but the bell has rung. Fans are now booing.
RA: Here is your winner by countout, "BIG DADDY" GASOLINE!
*Hugo rolls out of the ring and goes after Chance, who by this time has gotten from under the ring and is heading backstage. Meanwhile in the ring, the ref raises Gas's arm in victory. Then the lights go out. The Toomitron shows this:
THE...TIDE...WILL...TURN!
The lights come back on, and Gas grabs a mic*
Gas: The tide will turn? We'll see about that Maelstrom. How's about you and me go one-on-one at The Skies The Limit?
*The fans like that idea and cheer*
Gas: And this time I'll put you out of action FOR GOOD!!!
*Gas drops the mic and heads backstage as we cut to a commercial*
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Post by Ragnal on Sept 10, 2006 9:47:46 GMT -5
*Mike and Joe Ragnal are backstage, Joe looking worried while Mike’s just sitting on a crate of stuff, looking down at the ground.*
JOE: Look, are you SURE you’re okay?
MIKE: Yes, Joe, I’m fine.
JOE: It’s just, I hit you with the chair, and then Bret uses his-
MIKE: Joe, I said I’m fine, alright!
JOE: Right, yeah, just ergh, if I was only paying attention…
MIKE: Look, s*** happens. There’s nothing you can do about it.
JOE: Right, right…but what about Bret? He has the Tri-State title! I mean, there’s no way he’s going to let you have a shot at-
MIKE: Joe, did you forget something? When we signed the contract for that match, I put down that should I lose the title, I can call for a return match.
JOE: You actually did that?
MIKE: Considering the odds were stacked against us, and we had no clue who Bret was going to get as his partner, what other choice was there?
JOE: Well, that’s good. I mean, hey, if you use that rematch clause the right way, BAM! The Tri-State title is back in your hands!
MIKE: Right, right…and I have just the match to do it in…
*Mike stands up and walks off. Joe walks in the opposite direction.*
JOE: Glad to see it’s all working out…
*Just then, he bumps into Ratings. The two stare down one another, and Ratings finally shows a smirk on his face.*
RATINGS: Well, well, little Joe Ragnal. That was quite the farce you put up today.
JOE: Do me a favor and shut the f*** up.
RATINGS: Oh, and why should I, huh? Wait, wait, I know- It’s because I’m right and you know it.
JOE: Get out of my…
RATINGS: Whoa, boy, easy there. I’m hoping you weren’t thinking about trying to help your brother out in whatever rematch he has schemed up.
JOE: As a matter of fact-
RATINGS: Ah, ah, ah. I wasn’t finished. So, let me just say…it’s not wise for you to get involved with your brother’s title search from this point on.
JOE: The hell are you talking about? Mike, myself, and Linda are Ragnals. We’re family. We stick together. And if Mike needs any help-
RATINGS: You’ll just get involved and screw him over once more. *chuckles* Right, like we haven’t seen that enough already.
JOE: Explain yourself, wiseass.
RATINGS: “Wiseass”, ooh, lookit the mouth on you. What I’m saying is, punk, is that since the minute Mike’s been hunting down Bret for the title, even BEFORE that car crash, you kept losing for him. You lost a match where you and Bret stipulated if he won, Mike wouldn’t get a shot at the title.
JOE: Hey, that was just-
RATINGS: And how about a few weeks ago, when you and your brother lost a tag match, hm? Or the week after when you took Bret on for HIS belt?
JOE: And win the belt so everyone thinks I was just gonna hand it to my brother? Please!
RATINGS: You’re right. But how about just earlier. You kick your brother’s head in with a chair, and what happens? Bret’s once again the Tri-State champion.
JOE: It was…it was an accident, alright? I wasn-
RATINGS: Right, right, whatever, pal. But you know what? I can’t help but think that…you enjoy this. You ENJOY making your brother suffer the fact he’ll NEVER get another belt around here!
*This being his snapping point, Joe tackles Ratings into a wall, and slams his head several times into the wall. He tosses Ratings to the floor, then lifts his face to meet his…AND SMACKS HIM ACROSS THE FACE!*
JOE: I…would NEVER…hurt my family! You got that? I would NEVER…EVER…do that to my BROTHER!
*Joe smacks Ratings across the face once more, and SPITS on him. Joe walks away, feeling satisfied for what he just did, until a few seconds pass, and RATINGS TACKLES JOE TO THE GROUND! Ratings pulls Joe’s head back and punches him on the face, when a group of backstage hands and referees see the action and try to split it up! With everyone trying to get Joe out of a Camel Cluthc placed on by Ratings being the last thing we see, we cut to commercial.*
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Post by crauswell on Sept 10, 2006 10:46:10 GMT -5
Crauswell is walking around backstage, looking quite serious and angry as usual, as suddenly, Hoss Matthews walk up from behind him.
Hoss: Well then... welcome back Crauswell! I didn't know you had returned...
Crauswell ignores Hoss completely, not even acknowledging him.
Hoss: So, how was that hiatus of yours?
Again, Crauswell ignores.
Hoss: Hmmm... something on your mind? I mean... are you worried about something... or something?
Crauswell slowly turns around, looking Hoss right in the eye as he holds a Picture of Koda Kazar.
Crauswell: This... this is the current EWT Ox Division Champion. A few months ago, he finally beat his rival, one Jester Colt Jackal. Since then... he's done absolutely nothing with the belt.
He shows Hoss the photo not even bothering to turn around.
Crauswell: He is DISGRACING the noble animal it is named for.
Hoss: No... I'm pretty sure it's a pun on X...
Crauswell: This week, I decimated Zach Gowan. At Skies the Limit... Koda, I'm challenging you for that belt you hold so dear... for that belt you hold so near... for that belt... that you don't deserve at all.
The furry turns around holding the picture in front of the camera... then instantly ripping it to shreds! He lets the picture's remains fall onto the ground as he looks directly at the camera through his eye holes.
Crauswell: I may have only just returned to the EWT... but I intend to make an impact, just like I did when I destroyed Theo Rumm in my debut match. I proved that furries can wrestle... and they can wrestle quite well. So Koda... do you have the nerve... do you have the intestinal fortitude to accept my challenge? Or... are you just going to hide... are you just going to avoid all the credible challengers?
The furry turns around again.
Crauswell: Accept my challenge... I don't care in what match type... but I swear that I will end that PATHETIC Title Reign of yours... once and for all. And you... WILL BE DEVOURED!!!
Crauswell shoves the microphone into Hoss's grip as he walks off, only to stop, turn around and grab it again.
Crauswell: Of course... this is all considering if Merc doesn't win that belt off of you first.
He now exits for real, the camera zooming in on the pieces of picture on the ground.
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Post by Koda, Master Crunchyroller on Sept 10, 2006 11:07:21 GMT -5
*Rock Lee & Gai are backstage with Hoss*
Hoss: Rock Lee, did you hear the challenge laid down by Crauswell?
Lee: Of course I heard it! I accept his challenge.
Hoss: But what about Merc later tonight?
Gai pulls Hoss towards him.
Gai: Hoss, Lee is my cute student! He will not lose to Merc!
Hoss:.....um.....ok...back to y'all in the studio.
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Post by The Bad Man on Sept 10, 2006 15:40:28 GMT -5
*We return to the ring to find the main event ring announcer standing by with a microphone.*
HOWARD FINKEL: Ladies & Gentlemen it is my pleasure to announce to you that a true survivor is about to return to action!
*The crowd begins to take interest*
FINKEL: She has battled with the lowest of the low and is indeed a woman of true grit and determination! ... Now after a month and a half of medical recovery from elevated Liver problems she is returning to action!
*The crowd is keen to see who is coming back and are getting hyped*
FINKEL: I give you the woman who is married only to the hard life in the streets of New York! ... D'Zee!!!
*As 'Ghetto Bird' by Ice Cube filters out around the arena, the audience immeadiatly reacts with hate to the brutal mother-CENSORED of the ghetto. D'Zee comes out dressed in her usual jeans and simple dark coloured top to a chorus of boos. She ignores them and heads to the ring. She takes the microphone from Finkel and shoves him to the ground.*
D'ZEE: Get out of here you balding old coot. This is the re-energising of a lady who should be top of the heap!
*The crowd boos get louder*
D'ZEE: Ha! .. You people are still the same old sacks of crap I listened to when I was last here ... but don't worry D'Zee is back and more of a bad-ass B'iatch then ever before ...
*Jaqueline's music starts up but even though Jacky comes out her music is interrupted by D'Zee's verbal outcry*
D'ZEE: Now when I take dear old Jacky here back to the yard for a good ol'ass-whupping I hope you gals of EWT take notice. Sarah, Jessica, Cherry it's time you girls found out how to play hard ball with a fighter! Dr. Vivian the happy times are about to become one large downer! Chrysta your icy ways are of no interest to my fire to inflict pain!
*Each name continues to pump up the crowd but D'Zee is unrelenting on her return!
D'ZEE: Queen Rosa it's time I took that crown back to its real life owner! Mystery you are going back to the abyss from where you came! Linda Ragnal I have some sweet sisterly tough love to lay on your brothers and Rachel Leigh Cook I don't know how you became champion nor do I care, but know that what I do to Jacquie tonight is only a portion of the punishment I intend to inflict on you to gain the gold!
*The bell rings to signal the start of the match*
Jacqueline and D'Zee approach and begin with a tie up but D'Zee is in a sour attitude and elbows Jacqueline in the face. Recoiling in pain Jacqueline tries to defend her self but D'Zee attacks with purpose. D'Zee whips Jacqueline intot he corner and then charges after her unleashing a nasty clothesline. Jacqueline slumps down to the ground as D'zee mocks the crowd.
*The crowd begins a Jacky chant*
D'Zee ignores them and bodyslams Jacqueline into the canvas, cover.
1,2 ...
Jacqueline kicks out but only gets a forearm to the face for her trouble. D'Zee lifts up her opponent and thenheadbutts her chest! Jacqueline stunned tries to catch her breath but D'Zee is not one for being unrelenting and slams her knee into Jacqueline's head and then nails a savage looking DDT! cover.
1,2 ...
Jacqueline manages to get a foot on the ropes. D'Zee admonishes the referee for this giving Jacqueline some time. D'Zee goes back to ther victim but gets caught by surprise with a swift takedown. Jacqueline using this change in leverage applies a inverted necklock. She then tries to suplex D'Zee but gets cut off by a punch to the kidney area. D'Zee looks angry that Jacqueline even got so much as move out and clobbers Jacqueline in the back of the head with a closed fist! The referee tries to stop this but D'Zee merely threatens him instead!
*The crowds hate spills out into a vocal chant against D'Zee*
The referee is forced to use the 5-count as D'Zee hammers away on Jacqueline.
1 .. 2 .. 3 .. 4 ..
D'Zee stops leaving Jacqueline a bloody busted up mess. Jacqueline struggles to stand but gets taken down with a running facebuster! ... face down on the canvas blood dripping off her nose, Jacqueline is out of it! ... When will D'Zee finish this brutal assault? ... As if to answer this D'Zee latches her two powerful legs around Jacqueline's neck and twists back with her upper body! ... Ghetto Neck Snap!! ... The referee watches for a few seconds, but that is more than enough as Jacqueline's neck begins to contort in a sinister fashion. The ref calls for the bell! ... D'Zee holds it for another minute before releasing Jacqueline who slumps bloody and unconscious to the floor!
*Bell rings*
FINKEL: Your winner ... D'Zee!!!
*D'Zee leaves the ring proud of the pain and anguish she brought. Some kids and fans look on in concern at Jacqueline but D'Zee merely walks to the back a contented smile forming on here red lips!*
(Cut to commercial for Cheerios!)
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Post by Koda, Master Crunchyroller on Sept 10, 2006 16:53:17 GMT -5
*"King of Kings" begins to play.*
Lillian: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and is for the EWT Ox Division Championship! Introducing first from Parts Unknown, Merc!
Merc slides into the ring and waits in the corner.
*"GO!!!" by FLOW begins to play.*
Lillian: And his opponent, from Konoha, being accompanied to the ring by Maito Gai, he is the EWT Ox Division Champion, Rock Lee!
Rock Lee slides into the ring to loud pops. The ref rings the bell.
Rock Lee gives Gai the Nice Guy Pose, confusing Merc. In response, Merc levels Lee with a lariat. Merc grabs Lee and suplexes him. Merc drops a few mini revolving elbow drops to Lee's chest. Merc then kicks Lee and bit and then pushes Lee outside with his foot. Merc climbs out of the ring as well. Outside the ring, Merc grabs Lee and whips him back first into the barricade. Merc lariats Lee while he is still on the barricade, sending him over. Merc goes over as well and suplexes Lee onto the barricade.
Ref: 6......7......8....
Merc rolls back into the ring and then rolls back out. Merc takes Lee and goes to smash his face on the steel steps, but Lee fights back. Lee smashes Merc's face into the steps, instead. Lee gives Merc a short-arm irish whip into the steps. Lee rolls back into the ring. Merc pulls himself in, slowly. Lee gives Merc a Konoha Senpuu while he is getting up. Lee whips Merc into the ropes and back handsprings into the opposite ropes. Lee handsprings towards Merc on the return and gives Merc a handspring hurricanrana. Lee stands and waits for Merc. Lee gives Merc a pele kick. Lee gives Merc a shining wizard as he again tries to get up. Lee goes for a pin.
One.....Two....Kickout!
Merc muscles his way out. Lee backs off and gets ready for another strike. Lee charges in. Merc catches Lee's leg and picks him up and slams him with a spinebuster. Merc whips Lee into the ropes and hits him with a running knee to the gut. Lee flips over and holds his stomach. Merc grabs Lee and whips him into the ropes again. Merc catches Lee and hits him with a powerful power slam. Merc whips Lee into the corner. Merc charges at Lee, but Lee counters with a Konoha Shoufuu!
Merc falls down to the mat. Lee grabs Merc, but Merc breaks free. Merc tries to lariat Lee, but Lee ducks under his arm. Merc turns around and is met with a stiff thrust kick to the jaw. Lee goes to one corner of the ring and starts handspringing towards Merc. Lee gives Merc a handspring elbow drop. Lee lifts Merc up. Merc wabbles around for a bit. Lee begins to circle Merc, signalling that he is going for his Omote Renge! Out of nowhere, Renegade comes into the ring and catches Lee. Renegade gives Lee a jackhammer in the ring! Gai gives Renegade a Dynamic Entry, knocking him into Merc, sending both out of the ring. The ref calls for the bell.
Lillian: Here is your winner by disqualification, and STILL EWT Ox Division Champion, Rock Lee!
The crowd goes wild as Gai and Lee celebrate in the ring. We go to commercial.
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Post by B.A. on Sept 10, 2006 18:10:30 GMT -5
Lillian: The following match is scheduled for one fall. If Sexy dyanmo does NOT compete, then he will be fired.
The crowd cheers as the lights dim a little bit. Remedy starts and on stage, Eddie Omega steps out and points to the crowd which gets a reaction. He looks around and goes to the other side of the ring and points at the crowd. Eddie walks down the ring and grabs a sign from the crowd that says "Eddie Omega rules you!". Walking up to the camera he says something.
Eddie: That kid knows what he's talking about".
He runs the rest of the aisle and gets in the ring before running his hand in his hair. He walks over to lillian and talks to her about the stipulation. Taking off his Omega shirt he tosses it in the crowd and the music stops as he waits. Eddie walks back and forth. All of a sudden he hear's music.
He's so sexyyy... I am the sexy... He's so sexyyy... So vurry sexy... He's so sexyyy... You want the sexy... Meet you today, have you home by tonight
Eddie stands in the ring and smiles.
Lillian: And from Sexico, weighing 230 lbs, Sexy Dynamo.
Dynamo walks his way down the aisle taking a young ladies hand and kissing it. He looks towards the ring and runs up the steps to face a Eddie Omega with a smirk on his face. Eddie is jumping up and down stretching his arms. He walks over to Dynamo and looks at him. Dynamo takes the grease off his hair, runs it through his hands and throws it Eddie's eyes blinding him.
*bell rins*
Dynamo gets the upper hand on a blinded Eddie as he begins punching him in the face as Eddie staggers across the ring by using the ropes. He irish whips eddie and does a dropkick to him which is beautiful. He goes for a quick pin..
ref: 1....2...
Eddie kicks out and gets to his knees as Dynamo works on Eddie with clubbing blows. He irish whips Eddie but this time Eddie ducks a clothesline and spears Dynamo then mounts him with punches before he goes for a rear-naked choke. Dynamo reaches the ropes and Eddie jumps in the ring hyping himself and the crowd up. He picks Dynamo up for his newest move, "The Initiation". He picks Dynamo up for a suplex, bouncing not off one top rope but another top rope before suplexing him. Eddie then sits Dynamo up on his but, kicks his back, slaps his chest and does a running back Splash for the Frat Step Attack. He then rests in the corner as he waits for Dynamo to get up and rushes him, but Dynamo moves out of the way. He goes to the top rope for a hurricarana and lands on Eddie, falls, but Eddie won't let him bring him down. He lifts Dynamo up showing impressive strength and power bombs him against the turnbuckle before having Dynamo rebound of the turnbuckle, catching him and doing an improvised Omega Psi Phi which sends Dynamo flying. He then gets up and slides over to Dynamo putting both hands on the latin lover..
ref: 1...2.....3...
Eddie gets up and raises both his arms as Remedy starts. He points once again to the crowd and exits the ring showing an impressive match.
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Ratings
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Post by Ratings on Sept 11, 2006 6:47:52 GMT -5
FADE IN * Patriotic triumpet music is played in the background as Lance Strong stands with his back facing the camera, staring at Mt. Rushmore. * Lance Strong: "There they are--four of the greatest patriots this country ever had. There's George Washington, "The Father of his Country"; there's Thomas Jefferson, he penned "The Declaration of Independence"; there's Theodore Roosevelt, the youngest president to ever serve in the White House; and then there's Abraham Lincoln, who's infamous Gettysburg Address will always be remembered. All are born leaders, strong, passionate, and most all, proud Americans. One day, maybe I'll have my face craved right next to theres, because I'm change EWT like they changed America for the better." * Turns around, smiling as he faces the camera. * Lance Strong: "My name is Lance Strong. American Strong." * ...is coming... * FADE OUT * EWT ARENA * FADE IN to medium shot of the announce table, where Nick Russ and Jerome "The Lord" East are seated, having just watched the vignette of Lance Strong. * Jerome: "Wow, did you hear that, Nick? He's American Strong." Nick: "Well we'll see how strong Mr. Lance Strong is as he is set to make his EWT debut very soon. Now we were scheduled to see BK3K in action tonight, but well something's come up, hasn't it Jerome." Jerome: "That's right, Nick. You see, Maxx Awesome and Erik Majors aren't here tonight because apparently they are busy doing--from what I understand--campaigning." Nick: "What exactly are they campaigning for? See for yourself." FADE OUT * FADE IN to multiple shots of New York City and it's landmarks at night while "Robot Rock" by Daft Punk plays in the background. * Close up of a well dressed Maxx Awesome standing in the middle of Time Square. * Maxx Awesome: "What. Is. UP, people? "The Original Thriller", "The Prince of the Mountain", "The Best Damn Sports Entertainer, Period" Maxx Awesome coming to you from the N.Y. I'm about to hit the clubs to do a little dance, maybe make a little love, but I will get down tonight. But more importantly..." * He holds up a blank sheet of paper attached to a clipboard. * Maxx: "I'm gonna get this bad boy signed by as many fellow elitists as I can. This is all for you, Ratings. That world title is coming home! Let's do this!" * A montage of Maxx Awesome in the New York night scene getting the petition signed by various people--socialites, attractive women, etc.--as well as dancing and having a good time. * Maxx is shown talking to a man with his arms around two women. * Maxx: Yo, you know Ratings, right? The Palm Springs Playboy?" The guy nods. Maxx: "Well, he's got this petition going around and we want you to sign it? You in?" Guy: "Hell yeah!" Maxx hands the petition over to him. Maxx: "That what I wanted to hear! And maybe--you know, you could those lovely ladies of yours to sign it too... including their digits and measurements." The women laugh while Maxx gives the thumbs up while winking to the camera. * The montage of Maxx getting the petition signed continues. * Maxx holds up the petition and points to a recently signed name. Maxx: Check it out. This guy signed his name with "ESQ" at the end. Now that's badass. "ESQ"-- that has to be worth at least 5-10-1500 names right there. Oh, that title shot is good as ours!" * The montage continues to play. * Maxx is shown standing on by the railing of a rooftop night club. * Maxx: "Well , Ratings--Mission Accomplished. I came, I saw, I got the petition signed by all of New York's finest. Next stop, Chi-town; but first, I'm getting some shuteye. Shoutout to my fellow Knight in Boogie armor--Erik Majors--on the west coast. This is Maxx Awesome, always keeping things... awesome to the max. I'm out." * Maxx walks out of camera frame. * FADE OUT * Back to Nick Russ and Jerome "The Lord" East. * Jerome: "Damn, those were some fine ladies there." Nick: "Heh, too young for guys like us." Jerome: "Speak for yourself, Nick. I've had younger." (Jerome chuckles) Nick: "Oh, yeah, and how did that reflect your career and personal life?" Jerome: "Well, as long as people come up to me and say, "You're not as bad as Mel Phillips." I'm completely cool with it." Nick: "Yeah, I'm pretty sure one is not suppose to take pride in that. Anyway folks, next week we're scheduled to hear from Erik Majors and how he's doing with this whole petition things Ratings has them doing." * CUT TO backstage where Ratings with his cocky grin. The fans in the audience watching him via ToomiTron boo him mercilessly. The camera pans back, enabling EWT correspondent Marisol Kanshall to come into view. * Marisol: Ratings, I wanted to ask about your involvement in the recent tag match in where you teamed up with "The Heartbreak Hitman" Bret Michaels to take on Mike and Joe Ragnal, where Bret regained his EWT Tri-State title. Ratings looks at Marisol with an insulted expression. Ratings: "My involvement? I was Bret's tag partner. Geez, they didn't really hire you for your intelligence, did they?" Marisol: "Well, probably not. But that doesn't really answer my question." Ratings shakes his head, sighing. He then snickers with a smile. Ratings: "You want to know why? Two simple reasons. Reason the 1st: I teamed up with Bret Michaels because I respect him and value him as a friend. The man held that Tri-State title for over four months, the only people who can accomplish such a feat are those worthy of the term, "elite". And if Bret is too acquire my services again, I'll be more than glad to accept his request. My second reason is competition. Being the heir to the EWT throne, I should not be facing weaklings from WWE, ECW or legends of the past. I should be fighting EWT's finest, and who better than those brothers who have been around for quite some time: The Ragnals. Speaking of which, Joe Ragnal. You have a tremendous amount of guts pulling that little stunt yesterday. You slap me in the face and what? You expect me to shrug my shoulders and walk away pretend it never happened. No. People who take such actions must suffer the consequences. So, at The Skies the Limit, Joe Ragnal, you will face judgement by my hands. You will fall, and the ratings will rise." * Ratings walks away. * FADE OUT
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Post by respectmeordye3 on Sept 11, 2006 13:02:14 GMT -5
Singapore Caine is walking down the hall when Paul "Pyledryver" Packer --a newbie roughly bumps into his as they pass each other-- Paul turns and glares at Singapore Caine "Hey excuse you buttwad!" Singapore slowly turns around and faces Paul--"With all due respect kid--you bumped into me" he says in a patient tone.
" Hey watch it pal!" snarls Paul "My dad is one of the richest men in the world and If I want him to I can have him get you blackballed if I want him to-in fact if you don't apoligize to me right now, I'll do just that so get down on your knees and start begging and maybe if you do a good job I'll consider letting you off the hook!"
Singapore Caine chuckles--but not in a good way. He rubs his eyes and lets out a sigh "Kid, I don't respond so well to threats, so why don't you just run along and go play...okay?"
Paul smirks "Ya don't respond to threats eh?" he grunts "Well would ya respond to this?" and with that he slaps the taste out of Singapore Caine's mouth "Now...apoligize or I'll get you blackballed right this minute!"
Singapore Caine rubs his jaw momentarily "Kid, the only one getting blackballed right now is you" he mutters.
Without a warning he attacks Paul and begins to beat the living daylights out of him, before long Paul is laying out on the floor bloodied up, Singapore Caine grabs his namesake and begins to relentlessly crack the weapon into Paul's groin.
Finally Caine stops. "Next time kid, don't push it or they will go far beyond black!"
And with that Caine stalks off.
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Post by teamireland on Sept 11, 2006 14:23:12 GMT -5
Toni "The Garc" Garcya: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. *That Rocked-up version of "Amhrán na bhFiann" plays over the EWT sound system as Shane Malone & Coach O'Hare make their way to the ring.O'Hare is visibly pissed off following the snub at the hands of Dr. Vivian Anemone. As usual Malone & the Coach are wearing Gaelic shirts with numbers printed on the back. Coach O'Hare is waving a Hurley with an Irish Tricolour attached to it. Both men stop about halfway down the ramp and raise their arms in the air as their green, white & gold pyro goes off behind them.*
Toni "The Garc" Garcya: Introducing first, weighing in at 297lbs, being accompanied by Coach O'Hare, proudly representing his home country of Ireland, "The Celtic Giant" SHANE MALONE!
*"Do You Wanna Be A Hero?" begins playing & Singapore Caine makes his entrance to a huge pop. He is carrying a (you guessed it) Singapore Cane. He holds it in the air triumphantly, like The Sandman tends to do, & the crowds cheers grow louder.*
Garcya: And his opponent, from Singapore, China, weighing in at 250lbs… SINGAPORE CAINE!
*It seems that O'Hare is so pissed off he doesn’t even go into one of his usual pre-match tirades. Caine is a little confused as he was expecting to hear some of O'Hare's usual nonsense. O'Hare merely pats Shane on the back & exits the ring, hurley in hand.*
*DING-DING!* *The match is underway as Caine & Malone lock-up.* Nick Russ: Thank goodness we didn't have to endure another sample of O'Hare's rambling. Jerome "The Lord" East: Hey! I wanted to hear O'Hare speak. I want to know how his date with Dr. Vivian went. Russ: I sincerely doubt that he even got near Dr. Anemone. East: Well, here comes the coach now, we can ask him ourselves. *O'Hare joins Russ & East at the broadcast table. Russ can be heard muttering expletives under his breath as Russ pulls out a chair for O'Hare.* East: So, Coach, how did your date with Dr. Vivian go? *O'Hare glowers at East.* East: She didn't put out, huh? Well, we've all been there. Infact, on one occasion… O’Hare: JUST CALL THE [BEEP]ING MATCH! Russ: Finally, something we agree on.
*In the ring Singapore Caine is getting off to a flying start, managing to wrangle Malone into a hammerlock position. Malone, however, manages to bend over so that Caine is on Shane's back. Malone then reaches around to grab Caine with his free arm & holds him in position as he merely falls back to the canvas, winding Singapore Caine as 297lbs of "The Celtic Giant" fall on top of him.* O'Hare: See that? Simple, yet effective! *Staying in the same position, Malone orders the ref to get down & count. He gets a 1 before Caine gets his shoulder up. Malone grabs Caine's heads & drags him to his feet before kneeing him in the gut, winding him further.* Russ: Coach, if I may ask, what are your thoughts on what happened at Crap-A-Mania? O'Hare: Well, Shane had a great match & managed to get rid of Chris… Russ: I mean the other match your guys had. The Nintendo Power Match against The Nyrds. O'Hare:…
*Caine makes a valiant effort to fight back against Malone's powerful offence, swinging a few punches at the big man, none of which connect. Malone starts laughing & flashes a cocky look to O'Hare at ringside. This gives Caine his chance & he kicks Malone in the gut, causing Shane to loosen his grip. Caine, taking little time to pause for breath begins to pound on Malone more & more, hitting him with swift punches & kicks. Malone staggers back at this unexpected flurry of offence. Caine takes a moment to showboat for the crowd winding up for a big left hand punch, then clobbering Malone with a right hook.*
*Malone is down & Caine aims to take advantage. He tries locking in the Singapore Spinal Tap. Malone yells in pain, but manages to reach back & grab hold of Caine's free leg, attempting to reverse the Spinal Tap into some sort of half Boston Crab. Caine resists, but eventually succumbs to Malone's strength. Malone now has the advantage & leans back in the half-crab. Caine quickly scrambles towards the ropes, & the referee forces Malone to break the hold.*
Russ: Coach, I’m still waiting on some sort of comment from you regarding the Nintendo Power match which your guys lost… O'Hare: Alright, I’ll give you a friggin' comment! The Nyrds proved that they can beat Team Ireland… if they're facing one guy who's just returned from injury & they're in a match involving the use of lots of weapons. We all KNOW they couldn’t possibly beat us in a straight up match without any of this screwiness to it! Russ: Well, that's a pretty bold statement. O’Hare: It's nothing but the truth, Nick. If we face them again… no, no, no… WHEN we face them again, because I'm issuing them a challenge right now, we will be rid of them once & for all! See that? That’s a wrestling ring! We’re not at some gaming fair!
*In the ring, the action has been continuing. Even though Malone was forced to break his hold on Singapore Caine he continued to drop elbows to the back of Caine's head & neck. Malone punts Caine in the ribs for good measure before allowing Caine to get up. Malone positions himself behind Caine & begins signaling that he's going for the Dragon Slayer. Caine stumbles about a bit aimlessly, holding the back of his head… He wanders backwards towards the waiting arms of Malone. Malone locks in a Full Nelson… DRAGON SLAYER…
NO!… Caine manages to reverse out of it! He spins around behind Malone & attempts the Singapore Drop, Malone nails him with a mule kick to the nadge bags (unseen by the referee) before he can execute the move. Then Malone hefts Caine up onto his shoulders & powers him down with an Irish Car Bomb! Landing in a pinning position…*
1…
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3!
*"Amhrán na bhFiann" plays throught the EWT Arena once again as the referee lifts Malone's arm in victory.* Garcya: Here is your winner, SHANE MALONE!
*O'Hare takes off his headset & gets into the ring to congratulate his charge. He lays the Tricolour over the fallen body of Singapore Caine & the two Irishmen go to leave the ring.
Suddenly, they are attacked from behind by Chris Evans. Evans is crazed following being cheated out of victory at Crap-A-Mania III & is wildly swinging a chair at Malone & O'Hare. One shot to the back knocks Malone down, but a second swing narrowly misses Coach O'Hare, who makes his way backstage as fast as he can muster. Evans, meanwhile, stands over Malone's fallen body & stabs "The Celtic Giant" in the ribs with the chair. "Fire It Up" starts to play & Evans holds the chair proudly aloft before exiting.*
Cut to the next segment…
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Post by Oak: Certified Jade Hater on Sept 11, 2006 15:36:41 GMT -5
After the match, Marisol Kanshall is standing in front of an EWT Logo.
Marisol: Ladies and gentlemen at this time, here is "The Human Hurricane" Chris Evans.
Evans walks up, still holding the chair in hand.
Evans: T'sup?
Marisol: Nu'in. Now Chris, you were robbed of a victory at Crap-A-Mania III when Liam O'Neil attacked you with the hurley as you were about to hit the 720 DDT, causing yo to fall back and get hit with the Dragon Slayer. And just recently, you attacked Shane Malone after his match with Singapore Caine. So, what are your thoughts?
Evans: Well Marisol, I figured that I should pay Mr. Malone back after what he did. And you know something? It felt GREAT! And you were right, I was robbed. I had the match in my hands, and I was robbed. Well, I think I have a way to solve that. Malone, you and the rest of Team Ireland have no idea what you have done. Now Marisol, I'm sorry, but we're gonna have to cut this interview short. I need to speak with Mr. Dangerously.
Evans walks off as Marisol turns to the camera.
Marisol: Strong words from Chris Evans, who seeks retribution against Team Ireland. For EWT programming, I'm Marisol Kanshall.
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Post by chanceconfidence on Sept 11, 2006 23:42:58 GMT -5
Sweetest Perfection by Depeche Mode starts up as Chance heads down towards the ring, now donning a new wrestling attire. He's wearing bright orange shorts with his name across in gold, donning a Royal Purple Robe with the name thing embroidered across the back of it as well. He has his own headset microphone on as he heads down.
Chance: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN... and I use that term very loosely here, the following contest is scheduled for a single fall and holds no real importance other than giving me the chance to show off... and maybe something to do with ranking. Introducing first, from Jolly Ol England, weighing in tonight at a slim 231 pounds... I am your better... no, your best... CHANCE...CONFIDENCE!!!
The crowd boos as Chance rolls into the ring, does his usual pre match rituals, flip into the ring, remove robe, pre match handstand... blah blah blah. He stands waiting in the ring as that Booyaka crap starts up as Rey Mysterio leaps right out of the ramp and high into the sky. He lands on his feet and heads to the ring as Confidence watches rather unimpressed.
Chance: And here comes my opponent... from... Mexico USA, weighing in at... looks like, twenty ounces, straight from sneaking over the barricade to get into this match... some kid from the audience!!!
The crowd boos as Rey looks pissed. storming into the ring and sliding inside, jumping at Chance for a Flying clothesline, which Chance dodges, Rey, landing on his feet and running off the ropes, coming back as Chance leaps over him with little effort, Rey going off the ropes again. He charges back at Chance, who catches him with a Hip Toss, but Rey lands on his feet, taking Confidence down afterwards with an Arm Drag, sending him to the mat! Confidence rolls to his feet, bouncing off the ropes, running at Rey who leaps over him this time... Confidence coming back on the rebound, sliding under Rey, popping up to his feet and... poking Mysterio right between the eyeholes. The crowd boos as Confidence smirks, faking a yawn, then assaulting Rey with a series of quick European Uppercuts, sending him stumbling back with each one. Eventually he gets backed into the turnbuckle where Confidence hits two shoulder tackles, springs back RVD style, as he charges into a third one, but Rey dodges, leaping over and turning it into a Sunset Flip! 1...2
Chance quickly kicks out. He gets to his feet as Rey quickly takes control, nailing Confidence with a series of quick kicks, now Chance being knocked back a bit. After backing him into the center of the ring, he leaps up for a spinning Wheel Kick, cleaning Chance's clock and taking him down to the mat. Mysterio then hits a standing moonsault press into another cover. 1...2
Chance once again kicks out. Mysterio nails him right as sits up with a dropkick right to the ribs, stopping him as he quickly rolls back to his feet, nailing Chance with a standing Shining Wizard to the side of the face! Confidence groans, as Rey goes for yet another cover. 1...2
This time Chance counters, turning it into a Small Package! 1....2.
Rey kicks out this time. Chance quickly rolls right out of the ring, looking to recover. Mysterio however doesn't give him much time, running out and vaulting right at him for a Crossbody over the top rope! Chance scouts it though, catching him and ramming his back right into the ring apron! Rey groans as Chance backs up, ramming him again, then rolling him back into the ring. He hops up onto the ring, springboarding off the top with a rotating Leg Drop right across the back of Mysterio's neck! Confidence gets to his feet, clutching at his slightly sore ribs a bit as he runs off the ropes, coming back with an impressive Back Hand Spring, nailing his own moonsault press on Mysterio, who gasps in pain, Confidence rolling him over for a cover now. 1...2...
Mysterio manages to get a shoulder up this time. Chance growls, slamming the mat in frustration. He gets to his feet again, lifting Mysterio up on the way as well as he brings him for a Gut Buster, Mysterio rolling along the mat as it connects. Confidence smirks, slowly walking over and dropping down... applying a Mexican Surfboard and stretching the back area of his opponent further. Mysterio yelps in pain, as Confidence easily elevates the very light opponent of his. Mysterio tries to escape the hold, in vain as Chance continues to apply the move. He holds on as long as he can, Chance starting to have a bit of trouble holding him up, being forced to break the hold for now... but the damage has definitely been done.
Chance gets back to his feet, reeling Rey in as he Signals to put him away, grabbing him as he stands up, going for the Confidence Breaker... but Rey counters, catching him in mid move by the legs and managing to Powerbomb him, immediately going for a Bridged pin afterwards! 1....2....
Chance barely manages to kick out, having been caught off guard. Rey gets to his feet, groaning as he clutches at his back now. Confidence gets to his feet, charging as Rey launches him with an Arm Drag, Confidence groaning, a bit blindly running back at Mysterio follows up with a Hip Toss. As Confidence gets up a third time, Mysterio hits him with a Hurracanrana... sending him... into the bottom rope. You should know what's coming next by now...
Rey charges right at Confidence going for the Tiger Feint Kick AKA 619. HE connects, Chance going flying backwards and in the center of the ring as Rey springs off, going for the West Coast Pop, only for Confidence to catch him in a Powerbomb, Rey desperately flipping off his shoulders... right into a Confidence Breaker! Chance groans... taking a moment, then running up and leaping off, nailing the Confidence Booster afterwards. He hooks the leg, laying on top. 1...2...
3!
Chance wins it. He gets to his feet... looking around.
Chance: Here is your winner... the ruler of this ring... Chance...Confidence!
He smiles, sitting down on Rey's fallen body like a chair of some sort.
Chance: Now then... let's see. Skies the Limit is coming up... and I have the Toolshed Number One Contendership Spot. You know what, I think I'll challenge that Swedish Meatball for his title there!
The crowd half cheers for this match, half boos for Chance in general.
Chance: Well... then it's settled. As for you Mediocre Fungo... you'll have to wait up until I get finished winning that belt... then I MIGHT give you give you a shot at it... if I'm feeling up for it I guess. But until then... bug off you human hefty bag of pig shit!
The crowd boos as Chance smirks, rolling out of the ring, grimacing a bit as he clutches at his chest a bit... heading up the rampway.
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Post by dorf on Sept 11, 2006 23:54:45 GMT -5
*back from commercial, the ring is dark and let’s go inside the ring to HOWARD FINKEL!*
Finkel: This match is scheduled for ONE-FALL! Coming down the aisle first…weighing in a combination of 570 pounds, from Filthadelphia, Pencilvania…THE DORF WORLD ORDER!
*Dorf and Heiden-Dorf come under the CrapTron with boo’s and cheers that give the example that they are still over. The duo enters the ring fine as Dorf grabs a mic. They do typical attention getting struts as Heiden-Dorf pulls out of his right rear sweat pants pocket an empty Cheese Sandwich. He takes one bit of the gooey American contraption and the crowd cheers in delight as his smile is so happy from that bite.*
Dorf: Dude, you are NOT supposed to eat the CHEESE SANDWICH…until you win. GOT IT?
Heiden-Dorf: (grunts) Me love…me CHEESE SANDWICH…er-ahh.
Dorf: Give it to me now…you AIN’T getting another one.
*Heiden-Dorf gives Dorf the half Cheese Sandwich; all messy and gooey…Dorf tosses the Cheese Sandwich into the audience as the crowd boo’s him for it. Suddenly, the arena goes dark.*
Finkel: (“All About The Pentiums” by “Weird Al” Yankovic plays) Coming down the aisle, weighing in a combination of 347 pounds from the land of Cheese (Heiden-Dorf suddenly screams in a feminine voice), being accompanied by Keiko Yakamoto, please welcome THE NYRDS!
*The Nyrds have their glasses on, pencils in their pockets, and their games faces on as well. They run down the aisle ala Londrick and get in the ring. The DwO still have the mic and start to talk at the Nyrds.*
Dorf: The Nyrds again? I beat you guys single-handedly about one year ago when I WAS the WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION! *boo’s erupt* I bet you (points at Mike) one-on-one and you (points at Joel) one-on-one…what makes you think that you two have a chance at beating us?
*gives mic to Joel*
Joel: By having the ability of giving 110% each time in the ring.
Mike: Is that possible?
Joel: Well, we were tag champs before…these losers are nothing, Dorf killed a guy this year…that’s about it and I don’t know why the hell you are not in jail. *Mike nods as Dorf takes the mic*
Dorf: Uh…SHUT UP! I am almost a Grand Slam champion, just need two more belts for that. Why do you think I’m with Heiden-Dorf, the greatest cousin ever? *Heiden-Dorf smiles as he asks for the mic*
Heiden-Dorf: (grunts) Can me…come to the…land of cheese? Me…would love…that.
*Dorf, with a cornfuzed look on his face ignored that and clotheslines Joel down right away to start the match.*
DING, DING, DING!
*Both of the partner’s go to their respected corners as Dorf just picks up Joel and puts a clubbing blow to his back. Dorf covers.*
Referee: 1!
2!
*Mike makes the save to dive at Dorf’s back. Dorf gets up right away as Mike slowly goes back to his corner, distracting Dorf. This gives enough time to get Joel up right away. As Mike goes back to his corner and Dorf points to him “you better watch out,” Dorf turns around to a speeding Joel to the corner and goes to the ropes VERY QUICKLY TO DO A SPRINGBOARD MOONSAULT! His weight was enough to take Dorf down and put him into a pinning predictament!*
Referee: 1!
2!
*Dorf kicks out with authority as the crowd got pop tense with what just happened.*
*Joel tags in Mike as Dorf slowly gets up. Joel runs at Dorf, while Mike goes onto the top rope. Joel tries to do a takedown, but Dorf picks him up into what looks like a Powerbomb and tries to drop him, but he cannot. Joel hangs on puts on a SPECTACULAR HURRICANRANA! MIKE DROPS FROM THE TOP ROPE WITH A CORKSCREW SHOOTING STAR PRESS! Mike goes for the pin!*
Referee: 1!
2!
*Heiden-Dorf stops the count from behind. Joel comes in to throw a punch at Heiden-Dorf. Heiden-Dorf falls back as Joel tries to do yet another takedown…again, this does not work as Heiden-Dorf puts Joel in the Powerbomb. Joel tries to Hurricanrana onto Heiden-Dorf, but cannot as Heiden-Dorf gives him a stiff Powerbomb. Dorf crawls slowly to Heiden-Dorf and gets up. He has a message to Heiden-Dorf.*
Dorf: HEIDEN-DORF! GET THE TABLE!
*Mike stands in the middle of the ring, grabbing is comrade who looks to be ‘out’ from that Powerbomb. The DwO get the Steel Table from under the ring as Mike goes outside of the ring for some odd reason. Dorf sees that as he told Heiden-Dorf to get another table as he finishes setting up the first table. Mike crawls back into the ring with what appears a Laptop in the corner. Dorf walks over to Mike as Heiden-Dorf grabs Joel. Heiden-Dorf picks up Joel and Powerbombs him through the first Steel Table, meanwhile at the same time MIKE THROWS HIS LAPTOP AT DORF! The referee goes all crazy prompting of what appears to be a Double Disqualification*
*Mike picks up his laptop and tries to throw it at Heiden-Dorf, but he just punches at it and not pretended to hurt as a result from it. Mike, running out of room climbs up to the top rope and attempts to Missle Dropkick Heiden-Dorf. He completes the move as it moves Heiden-Dorf onto the second Steel Table. The crowd goes crazy as Mike goes to the top rope. Mike flies from the top rope and performs A DOUBLE STOMP ONTO THE STEEL TABLE, NEARLY BREAKING THE STEEL TABLE!*
*The crowd chants “Holy S***! Holy S***!” real loud as a result. Mike grabs Joel, who appears to be battered and bruised as they slowly walk out onto the aisle with their manager, Keiko Yakamoto to cheers unforseen in EWT for a long time. Backstage, Team Ireland are in the back stroking their egos and nodding for what just happened, more details on this later. Camera fades to black for commerical*
The Dorf World Order vs. The Nyrds battled in a double disqualification when both parties used their weapons at the same time (4:13)
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Post by Joel, Mike, Currently...? on Sept 12, 2006 15:10:29 GMT -5
Nooo sleep 'til... A metal guitar chord plays, and Trinity, followed by Little Guido and Tony Mamaluke walk out. BROOKLYYYYYYYYYYYYYN
Trinity walks down the ramp, and Guido and Tony follow, though not too close. Trinity climbs into the ring, raises her hands, and kind of shakes her butt a little. Tony and Guido watch from outside the ring.
It's all about the Pentiums, baby... Instead of the Nyrds bouncing out, instead, Keiko jumps out first, and shocks us all by dancing like Mike and Joel would, only much more beautifully, as Joel and Mike follow her, letting her soak in the spotlight. Keiko dances her way to mid-ramp, before she breaks into a run, slides in under the bottom rope, slides on her knees for a bit, and hops to her feet. She climbs a nearby turnbuckle, raises her hands, and backflips off it to face Trinity. The bell rings, and the two ladies go to meet eachother in the middle of the ring. Trin reaches out to tie up, but Keiko instead lands a low kick to the side of Trin's right leg. Trinity grabs her hurt leg and hops on her free foot for a second, but gets over it. Keiko puts her hands up, balls them into fists, with the knuckles sticking out, looking like a certain indy wrestler we all know and love/hate.
Keiko sends out a few more kicks, but Trin does what she can to dodge the kicks. Eventually, Trinity catches one of Keiko's legs, and takes time to gloat. Keiko jumps up with her free foot and catches Trinity with an gamengiri. Keiko rolls Trinity up for a two count, as Trin still has some fight left. Keiko pulls Trin up, and falls backward, pulling Trin into an armdrag. Keiko kips up to her feet, hits the ropes, and runs into a dropkick from Trinity. Trinity, now in control, pulls Keiko up by her hair, scoop slams her, hits the ropes and hits a leg drop across her throat. Keiko rolls around, grabbing at her throat, and the crowd boos, firmly behind Keiko. Trinity reaches down to pick Keiko up again, but Keiko pulls a move out of Mike's book by kipping up to hurricanrana Trinity, and the crowd feels good about stuff again.
Trinity gets to her feet and walks into a hiptoss from Keiko. Keiko dropkicks the back of Trinity's head, and drags her over to a turnbuckle, and climbs, flying off looking for the Itoshii Gufuu, or Lovely Tornado in Japanese, which is Amazing Red's Infrared. She misses, however, as Trinity moves out of the way. As Keiko climbs back to her feet, Trinity stuns her with a DDT, and positions her near the turnbuckle. Trin climbs, and hits a perfect moonsault. Keiko kicks out at two, which elicits a relieved OOOOHHHH from the crowd. Trinity, frustrated, drags Keiko to her feet and hits a brainbuster of all things, and hits a kneedrop. Trinity doesn't stop there, as she pulls Keiko up, and places her in a sitting position on the top rope. Trinity then slips Keiko onto her shoulder, Electric Chair style. Keiko battles back by bonking Trin on the head with her fists, like a bongo drum. Keiko then falls forward, Victory Rolling Trinity into a pinning predicament, 1, 2, TRINITY KICKS OUT.
Keiko comes to life, chopping at Trinity's chest, the final chop having such a force that it knocks Trin onto her back. Keiko backs into the ropes, double stomps Trinity, and drops into a senton. Trinity sits up, and begins breathing hard. She gets to her feet, and Keiko, not wanting to slow down, catches her with a 720 degree Satellite Headscissor. Trinity rolls to the mat, and Keiko follows up by stomping around in a half-circle, breaking into a run, and jumping halfway across the ring to land an elbow drop on Trinity. Trinity doesn't kick out at two, but just as the ref is about to count the final three, Tony Mamaluke leaps onto the apron and begins yelling at the ref. Mike flies into the ring to settle this, but the ref backs him up over to his side, and gets into a huge argument with both Nyrds.
As this goes on, Team Irelands Sean McCann and Aiden Donnelly rush in, and grab Keiko by the arms. Coach O'Hare comes in, takes up his Hurley, and clocks the defenseless Keiko right on the head. Trinity takes this opportunity to tell the ref to turn back to the action. However...he doesn't. He keeps arguing. The Nyrds, having seen what's going on in the background, but unable to convince him to turn around, keep the argument going for the sake of Keiko's recovery. Eventually, Trinity slaps the referee on the back of the head, and he finally returns to the match. Trinity pins Keiko, but only scores a two count. The Nyrds had given her enough time. Trinity, frustrated as ever, drags Keiko up by her hair, winds up, and swings with a big punch, looking to knock Keiko's head clean off. But before she can, Keiko hits a desperate European Uppercut, with the cry of SHORYUKEN, and Trin falls to the mat.
Keiko stumbles for a while, but shakes off the funk. She hits the ropes, crosses the ring to hit the other ropes, and travelling at breakneck speed, hits Trinity as she is getting up with the Itoshii Knee kick...the Lovely Knee kick...and Trinity falls to the mat. Keiko drags her over to the turnbuckle once more, and soars off of it with a Moonsault Kneedrop on Trin's chest. Three counts later, Keiko is declared the victor of her first Girl Next Door match! WOOOO!
Unfortunately, the joy is short lived, as Aidan and Sean and Coach O'Hare attack Joel and Mike from behind, and toss them into the ring. Trinity and FBI have rolled out of the way, and Coach O'Hare restrains Keiko with his Hurley. Meanwhile, Aidan, armed with a chair, swings for the fences and brings the steel right down on Joel's head. Sean, with his own chair, hits a basement dropkick on a Tree of Woe prone Mike. Not content with this, Sean and Aidan pull their victims into the middle of the ring. Sean goes first, Curb Stomping Mike's head into the chair. Aidan takes Sean's chair, places Joel's head on his own chair while in the seat position, places Sean's chair on top of Joel's head, and climbs a turnbuckle. Aidan leaps off the top, and hits a double stomp off the top, sandwiching Joel's head between the chairs.
O'Hare lets go of Keiko, who falls to her knees to check on Joel and Mike.
O'Hare: When they wake up, you tell them, you tell them that Team Ireland is done playing games. It's done with all their cheating. It's done, because at the Sky's the Limit, Team Ireland wants the Nyrds in...a CAGE MATCH!
O'Hare throws down his microphone, and he and his cronies make their way to the back, content with what they've done.
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Post by Rick Raskall on Sept 12, 2006 15:19:13 GMT -5
HOWARD FINKEL: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!
"Remedy" by Hot Water Music starts up as Eddie Omega emerges from the curtain, flexing and posing to the crowd, who boos him relentlessly.
HOWARD FINKEL: Introducing first, from Washington DC and a graduate of Howard University, weighing in at 250 pounds, Eddie Omega!
GORILLA MONSOON: Eddie Omega set for action tonight here in the EWT Arena! Let's see how he handles tonight's opponent.
BOBBY "THE BRAIN" HEENAN: Eddie Omega's got nothing to worry about, Gorilla. This guy's a former OX Division Champion. And I hear the guy he's facing tonight is an absolute pushover.
MONSOON: Don't be fooled, Brain. Omega's opponent, Sexy Dynamo, has only been in EWT for a couple of months, but he's shown that he's a high-flyer of the highest magnitude! I'm looking forward to tonight's contest!
Sexy Dynamo's music starts up.
FINKEL: And hailing from Sexico, weighing in at 230 pounds, Sexy Dynamo!
Sexy Dynamo does not come out immediately.
MONSOON: No sign of Sexy Dynamo. Where could he be?
HEENAN: I knew he chickened out, Monsoon! He's afraid to face a star the caliber of Eddie Omega! The referee needs to start a countout right now!
MONSOON: Wait a minute, here he comes! But he looks no worse for wear.
Sexy Dynamo comes trudging out, obviously very tired. He has a towel around his neck, and barely manages to wave to the crowd.
MONSOON: Sexy Dynamo can barely make it down to the ring!
HEENAN: Well, he may enjoy those extracurricular activities out of the ring, but that may cost him a match tonight!
Sexy Dynamo enters the ring and the bell sounds for the opening of the match. Eddie Omega comes at Dynamo with a clothesline. Dynamo ducks, but Omega turns around and lands a hard kick to the back. Dynamo grabs his back and howls in pain. Omega lands another kick to the back, dropping Dynamo to the mat. Omega picks up Dynamo and whips him to the ropes, and hits him with a reverse atomic drop. Dynamo holds his crotch in pain and drops to the mat again. Omega grabs Dynamo's legs and hits him with a foot to the pelvis.
HEENAN: Well, if he wasn't burning down there before, he sure is now!
MONSOON: Oh, will you stop!
Omega pretends to hold a rose in his hand and mocklingly smells it, insulting Sexy Dynamo. He then blows a snot on the mat to add further insult.
MONSOON: Will you look at that! Blatantly insulting Sexy Dynamo!
Omega picks up Dynamo and whips him to the corner. Dynamo slams chest-first into the turnbuckle and drops to the mat.
Meanwhile, Terri is backstage watching the match on TV, and grimacing at every shot that Dynamo takes.
As Dynamo lays on the mat, Omega looks toward the entrance and says "That the best you got for me?" He then climbs to the second rope and attempts a kneedrop, but he takes too much time and Dynamo rolls out of the way. Omega lands on his knee and clutches it in pain. Dynamo sees his opportunity and stomps at the knee, causing further damage as Omega tries to shove him away.
MONSOON: This is the opportunity he's been waiting for! Omega is down and now he can put the boots to Eddie Omega!
Dynamo rolls Omega onto his stomach and applies a single leg crab. He punches at the knee a few times. As he has the hold locked in, he blows a few kisses to the crowd.
HEENAN: Can't this guy stop showing off? He's about to lose this match and he still can't stop showing off!
MONSOON: He looks like he's gained control of this one, Brain! And now he's got the leg crab locked in!
Omega manages to get to the ropes and break the hold. Dynamo picks him up, but Omega grabs him and tosses him into the corner, and starts unloading with chops and slaps to the face. Dynamo blocks a slap, and hits Omega with several forearms to the face. He then hooks Omega's head, steps up to the second rope, and hits a tornado DDT. Both men are now down.
MONSOON: What a maneuver by Sexy Dynamo! The referee begins the ten-count!
Omega gets to his feet at 7. As Dynamo arises, Omega slams him into the corner. He then lifts Dynamo into a suplex position.
MONSOON: Looks like he's going for the Initiation here, Brain!
HEENAN: It's all over now, Monsoon!
When Omega gets Dynamo into position, Dynamo slips behind and reverses into an Edge-O-Matic type move, slamming Omega's head to the mat. Dynamo then goes to the ropes.
MONSOON: Now Dynamo looks like he's going for his signature move! That corkscrew moonsault!
Dynamo leaps to the top rope, but he slips and crotches himself on the turnbuckle, and he moans in pain.
Terri is still watching backstage, and she covers her eyes at what has just happened.
With Dynamo still hung up on the ropes, Omega climbs to the top rope, wraps his arms around Dynamo, and hits him with the Omega Psi Slamma!
MONSOON: The Omega Psi Slamma! This one is all over!
1...2...3!
HOWARD FINKEL: Here is your winner, Eddie Omega!!
MONSOON: That's a real shame, Bobby Heenan. Sexy Dynamo could've pulled that one out.
HEENAN: If he hadn't been pulling it out the whole time before the match, he wouldn't have lost here.
MONSOON: Seriously Brain, cut that out!
HEENAN: Just saying...
MONSOON: Well nevertheless, Eddie Omega picked up a victory here!
HEENAN: Now Sexy Dynamo will think twice about defying authority!
MONSOON: Here we go, to Sean Mooney at the Event Center!
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Ragnal
Game Genie
Yanno what they say: All toasters toast El Dandy
Posts: 8,677,836
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Post by Ragnal on Sept 12, 2006 15:21:50 GMT -5
*Joe Ragnal is sitting backstage, a bag of ice over his face. Linda walks on, and sits next to him.*
LINDA: Hey. You alright?
*Joe takes the bag off his head and turns to his sister*
JOE: Alright? Alright?! I get hit in the freakin' back, fer god's sake!
LINDA: Well, in defense, you DID piss him off. And you hit first. So yeah, he was entitled to hit you back.
JOE: Whatever...I just...ergh...*He places the bag back on*
LINDA: What even happened?
JOE: He said he thought I was costing Mike the Tri-State title on purpose. Can you believe that?
LINDA: Well, no offense, Joe, but...
JOE: What?
LINDA: Well, you HAVE had a bad habit of costing Mike his matches.
JOE: HIS matches?!
*Joe throws the bag onto the floor, and stands in front of his sister.*
JOE: Look, that match was me and Mike. It wasn't just all about Mike! Yeah, he had the belt, but me and him were a TEAM, dammit! We won two Tag Team titles, for God's sake! And now you're blaming ME for losing his belt?!
LINDA: What? No! That wasn't what I-
JOE: Sorry, sorry...just EERGH! Ratings had me thinking too much, that's all. He got me pissed...then he got me thinking.
LINDA: What about?
JOE: Skies the Limit, sis...and when that comes around...There's gonna be FUN in the Ratings.
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Queen Rosa
Mike the Goon
All hail the queen!
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Post by Queen Rosa on Sept 12, 2006 16:30:19 GMT -5
*Cut back to ringside*
RA: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from Dallas, Texas, WENDI RICHTER!
*Wendi Richter walks out, hi-fiving fans. She steps into the ring and salutes the crowd, who gives her a decent pop. The familiar music of "It's My Time" then plays*
RA: And her opponent, from Miami, Florida, QUEEN ROSA!
*Rosa walks out and gets a big pop. After hi-fiving fans, she steps into the ring and makes a title gesture. Then she walks over to Wendi and offers a handshake, which Wendi accepts*
The bell rings to start the match. Rosa and Wendi lock up. Rosa applies a headlock. Wendi gets to the ropes and whips Rosa. She attempts a hip toss, but Rosa blocks it and counters with a hip toss of her own. She then takes Wendi down with a couple of armdrags and then a drop toe hold. Rosa goes for an early cover.
1...
Wendi kicks out. Rosa picks her up and performs a fallaway slam. She picks her up again and whips her to the ropes. Rosa hits a spinebuster and mounts some punches on Wendi. She body slams Wendi to the mat. Rosa goes for a Lionsault, but Wendi moves out of the way. Rosa, however, lands on her feet, but is knocked by a dropkick. Wendi takes over with a vertical suplex. She lands a few elbow drops on Rosa and then goes for a pin.
1... 2...
Rosa kicks out. Wendi picks her up and hits a backbreaker. She hits an elbow drop and turns it into a leg lock. She keeps the hold on for a few moments, then releases it. Wendi picks up Rosa and does a swinging arm wrench followed by a Russian leg sweep. She climbs the ropes for a splash, but Rosa moves at the last second.
Rosa gets up and hits a couple of snap jabs at Wendi. She kicks her in the stomach and lands a running knee to the face. She attempts a whip, but Wendi reverses it. Rosa ducks an attempted attack and takes down Wendi with a running head scissors. Rosa knocks down Wendi again with a jumping calf kick and then a dropsault. Rosa picks her up and whips her into the corner. She then runs at her with a handspring elbow attack followed by a facecrusher. She goes for a pin.
1... 2...
Wendi kicks out. Rosa picks her up and is surprised with a kick to the stomach. Wendi capitalizes with a facebuster. She runs to the ropes and hits a splash. She covers Rosa.
1... 2...
Rosa kicks out. Wendi picks her up and places her on the ropes. She climbs the ropes from the inside and attempts a superplex. But Rosa punches her way out and knocks Wendi off the ropes. Rosa jumps off, hitting a Swanton Bomb. She then finishes Wendi off with the Northern Lights Driver and pins her.
1... 2...
3! *Bell rings*
RA: Here is your winner, QUEEN ROSA!
*Rosa helps Wendi to her feet and hugs her. Wendi salutes the fans and heads backstage. Rosa grabs a mic*
Rosa: OK Rachael, I know you're back there watching. And I know you heard the challenge I issued a while back. You still have yet to give me an answer. Now I've been patient all this time, but my patience is wearing thin, so it would be wise for you to answer my challenge very soon. Because if you don't, then I'll have to take matters into my own hands. Either way, just know this, Rachael: Your time...IS...COMING.
*Rosa then heads to the back amidst a sea of cheers as we cut to a commercial*
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