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Post by Moxie loves Natalie on Aug 12, 2006 16:47:04 GMT -5
<Sum Guy is seen standing in front of the PR Locker Room>
Sum Guy: Hi! I'm Sum Guy and this never gets old! I'm here outside the Prophecy Reborn's Locker Room awaiting an interview with former World Heavyweight Champion and Current Tag-Team Champion, Moxie.
<Moxie steps out from the door, and Sum Guy approaches>
Sum Guy: Moxie, Rated X had some choice words for you, specifically Bolt Bacana.
Moxie: Bolt Bacana can talk all he wants. He KNOWS he got lucky when he "beat" me to defend his OX title. Know this BOlt. I don't want the OX title. I'm one of the reigning tag-team champions. Besides, why would I waste time with trash like Bolt Bacana?
Sum Guy: Well, uhh...
Moxie: That's RIGHT. I don't. Come Crap-a-Mania, I'll be taking that Trash OUT.
Sum Guy: Do you have any specific plans to deal with Rated X?
Moxie: Even if I did, What makes you think I'd tell you?
SG: Uhh,
Moxie: I'm going to be training, and hard. Not sitting on my ass and watching arguably the most beautiful woman in the world in a movie. We've worked hard to get where we're at, and 2 no-names aren't about to steal our thunder.
SG: Any thoughts on this week's challengers. Spaz and Gas?
Moxie: Gas and PR are on an even keel. We're each 1 and 1, won once and lost once. However. Spaz is a different story. myself nor HMark have ever had the.. "grace" of the "Man of the Hour".
<Moxie grabs the mic from Sum Guy>
Moxie: Spaz, I want you to know this. PR may be the Tag-Champions, but we're both World Champions. We want you to know that we hope you win at Crap-A-Mania. Because after that... the Fallen Legion and the Flagellants of the Soothsayer will be making your life a living HELL.
<Moxie throws the microphone at the camera and it breaks into feedback snow>
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Post by Joel, Mike, Currently...? on Aug 12, 2006 21:37:09 GMT -5
*BANGBANG*
Generically bad theme music plays as Billy and Bart Gunn, the Smoking Gunns, make their way to the ring, adorned in cowboy parephenalia. The crowd's reaction is fairly decent, especially one for a team featuring Billy Gunn. The two pretend to make shooting motions with their fingers as they climb the turnbuckles and pose for the fans.
It's all about the Pentiums, baby... The Weird Al begins, and of course the Nyrds (and Keiko) roll out to the tune, dancing their merry way out into their usual crowd pop. Mike throws up the N as Joel runs down to the ring, and makes his own dash for the ring as Keiko follows close behind. Joel and Mike stand on the apron, grabs the ropes, and slingshot flip in as Keiko slides in between them. Mike travels to the middle of the ring to hit his usual Windmill, as Joel dances behind him. The Gunns watch on, amused at these poor children stuck in the 80's. Mike jumps out of his dance and throws up the N, and Billy clubs him from behind. Joel turns around to be forearmed in the face by Bart, and is sent rolling. Keiko escapes to ring side, as a beat down of the Nyrds begins.
Bart picks Joel up for a back suplex, and Billy joins him, hitting a neckbreaker at the same time. Bart covers Joel for a two count, as Joel kicks out, hasn't quite had enough yet. Mike dropkicks Billy in the back, and he stumbles to the ropes. Joel recovers to counter Bart's punch by ducking it, and hooking Bart's arms for a backslide pin. Bart kicks out at two. Joel gets up and jumps up to hit Bart with an enziguri, but Bart ducks. Bart heads to the ropes as Joel lands on his knees. Joel rolls back onto his shoulders, and places his feet into Bart's chest as Bart comes back, sending him flying through the air. Bart rolls in mid-air and lands on his back. Bart sits up and is dropkicked in the back of the head by Joel.
Joel tags in Mike, and they head over to Bart. Joel sits himself up on the top rope as Mike climbs the turnbuckle behind him. Bart stands up, and turns to face the Nyrds. Mike leapfrogs over Joel and lands a hurricanrana on Bart, hooking his legs for a two count, as Billy breaks it up. Joel runs across the ring, and is back body dropped over the ropes. Joel grabs onto the ropes, and skins the cat back into the ring. Billy clotheslines him over the top, and follows him out. Bart powerbombs Mike, and sit-out pins him for a two count. Mike pushes up into Bart, knocking him backward and into a 'rana pin. Bart kicks out at two, and pushes Mike backward, attempting another sit-out pin. However, Mike rolls backward, jumps up to his knees, and hits a dropkick from his knees into Bart's face.
Outside, Billy sends Joel crashing over the rails with an Irish whip, backs up a bit, and charges at the rails, perhaps to dive over them onto Joel. Joel counters however by hilo'ing over the rails and into Billy, sending them both to the floor. Joel rolls back into the ring, leaving Billy to recover. Joel and Mike unite in the middle of the ring by bringing Bart Gunn to his feet, having been stunned with an enziguri. They both whip him to the ropes, and double hiptoss him upon his return. Both Nyrds stand over him, and do the Lollie Kick Step over his prone body. They intertwine legs, and leg drop Bart across the chest. Joel rolls Bart over for a two count pin, as Billy slides in, jumps, and breaks up the count.
Billy pulls Joel up by the hair and sends him over the ropes again. Billy and Bart stun Mike with a double Russian Leg Sweep, and pick him up again. Bart drapes Mike across his knee as Billy climbs to the top. Just as Billy sails off to hit the Sidewinder, Mike releases a stream of Cola Mist up into Bart's face, and Bart drops Mike, and Mike rolls out of the way. Billy ends up leg dropping the mat. Mike takes care of Billy by dropkicking him over the ropes, and picks up the still dazed Bart for a powerbomb. Like magic, Joel appears behind him, springboards into the ring, and hits an Over Castle to complete Revenge of the Nyrds II. Mike hooks Bart's legs for a pin as Joel dropkicks through the ropes into Billy, and Mike is awarded a three count.
THE WINNERS OF THIS MATCH...THE NYRDS!
Suddenly, Amhrán na bhFiann and Coach Pat O'Hare makes his way out.
Coach O'Hare: Well done boys, very well done. I'm so impressed. But what I'm even more impressed with is how you two remain a top team in this company even after we humiliated you, just like we're going to humiliate you again at Crapamania. But that's not important right now, because what's important, is the Mystery vs. Mystery match. By now, I'm sure you're wondering whom the mystery selection for Team Ireland will be. Well, it's not hard to figure out. The member has to be the toughest, strongest, fastest, and most well trained member of the team. If you hadn't guessed by now, your Mystery Opponent is...ME! And I say we get this match out of the way, right now!
Pat O'Hare storms his way down to the ring, as the Nyrds, determined but tired and aching from their last match, prepare for battle. Coach O'Hare slides into the ring, and powerwalks right up to the Nyrds. Suddenly, Keiko is between both the Nyrds and Coach O'Hare. O'Hare can be heard yelling "What's the matter boys, your girlfriend has to do the fighting for you?" Keiko gets into a shouting match with Coach O'Hare, until suddenly, O'Hare backhands Keiko. Keiko responds by decking O'Hare in the face. The bell rings, and Keiko is the Mystery Member of the Nyrds!
O'Hare goes into a mad swinging fit, lobbing punches at Keiko, as she ducks each one. Finally she fires back with multiple kicks to each knee, ending with a dropkick to O'Hare's knee which sends him to...you guessed it...his knees. Keiko heads to the ropes, but as she comes back, O'Hare flapjacks her into the air. Keiko lands on her stomach, and as she comes up, she grasps at her guts, trying to get some air. O'Hare struts around the ring, points at Keiko, and says "I hope she wasn't pregnant!" O'Hare then whirls around, runs at Keiko, and tries to knee her in the face. Keiko responds by kicking O'Hare's legs out from under him, hitting the ropes, and landing a double stomp on O'Hare's chest, jumping back up to hit a falling senton onto O'Hare. Keiko hooks O'Hare's leg, but he kicks out at two.
O'Hare gets up, and grabs Keiko's arm, twisting it around. Keiko responds with the Ultimo Dragon/Every Cruiserweight Ever forward roll, handspring to reverse the arm twist onto O'Hare. Keiko kicks O'Hare in the chest three times, lets go of his arm, and hits him with a spinning back kick, also to the chest, to send him to the mat. O'Hare slaps the mat in frustration, and gets to his feet, only to eat a dropkick to the face, sending him back down to the mat. Keiko stands next to O'Hare, and goes into a handstand, so that she's facing him, and so that her skirt lifts up, giving the pervs in the audience their panty shot for the night. Keiko twists around, and lands her back across O'Hare, Chris Hero style (as it is a Chris Hero move after all) and hooks O'Hare's legs again. O'Hare kicks out with authority, and gets to his feet, incredibly frustrated.
Keiko grabs O'Hare to whip him into the corner, but O'Hare reverses the whip, and sends her into the corner. O'Hare charges at Keiko, who lifts herself into the air via the turnbuckle, and O'Hare goes shoulder first into the turnbuckle, and Keiko seats herself onto O'Hare's back, sunset flipping him into the pin. O'Hare kicks out, not with so much authority this time. Aidan Donnelly and Liam O'Neill run down to the ring, but are cut off by Joel and Mike of course, which erupts into a huge brawl at ringside. Shane Malone runs out, and Team Ireland gains a bit of an upper hand in the brawl, but then Chris Evans, whom has a match with Malone at Crapamania, runs out, and joins the Nyrds, and the brawl is evened out.
The ref goes to try and stop the frey, but of course it's not stopping. Unseen by the ref, Liam slides O'Hare's Hurley to him. O'Hare takes up the Hurley, and swings for the fences and...Keiko ducks. Keiko grabs the end of the Hurley, maneuvers it across O'Hare's throat, and hits her own version of the White Russian Legsweep. She drags O'Hare over to the turnbuckle, and climbs to the top rope. She sails off, hitting a moonsault knee-drop onto O'Hare, landing one knee on his chest, and her other knee in his...well, he'd rather not talk about it. Keiko hooks Coach O'Hare's leg, and the ref turns away from the brawl in time to count for Keiko. 1....
2...
3! THE WINNER OF THIS MATCH: KEIKO YAKAMOTO! With members of Team Ireland strewn about ringside, Joel and Mike slide into the ring, and hug their friend, as the crowd goes wild. Joel and Mike hoist Keiko up onto their shoulders, and parade her around the ring. The crowd cheers even more, and Keiko, overcome with emotion, holds back tears as she blows kisses to the crowd. Chris Evans enters the ring, and when the Nyrds let Keiko down off their shoulders, he shakes hands with all three. Joel calls for a mic.
Joel: Hey O'Hare...first things first...YOU GOT BEAT BY A GIRL!
The crowd goes even more wild than before. O'Hare has been pulled out by his Team Ireland crew, and they restrain him as he tries to rush back into the ring.
Joel: But don't let it get you down. Instead, let this get you down. Next week, Mike, myself, and our new friend Chris Evans...well, we're kind of sick and tired of you interfering and stuff, so we decided to kill a couple of birds...with three stones. Because the Nyrds, Chris Evans...and Keiko, if you want another beating, O'Hare...(O'Hare begins screaming "SHE CHEATED! YOU CAN'T USE FOREIGN OBJECTS!") challenge Team Ireland to a Six-Man tag match for next week. We'll see you there, Potato Head.
"All About the Pentiums" hits as the Nyrds, Keiko, and Chris Evans celebrate. Keiko even does her own version of the Windmill. O'Hare plugs his ears, as if the song hurts them, and we go to commercial...
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Post by HMARK Center on Aug 12, 2006 22:25:36 GMT -5
<Gary Michael Capetta storms past Sum Guy, who's quietly eating a pastrami-on-rye sandwhich, knocking him out with a hockey elbow to get towards the PR locker room>
GMC: We just heard the word from Moxie, one half of the EWT Tag Team Champions, the Prophecy Reborn, concerning the upcoming title match at Crap-a-mania III. I'm here to find his partner and stablemate-
<GMC cuts himself off as he enters the locker room, and sees HMark standing still before a large heavy bag in a pair of mesh gym shorts. HMark takes a breath, and begins unleashing a combo of kicks and chops at the bag, which goes on almost a clean ten seconds. As he stops, Auraelia, also in athletic gear, steps out from behind it, a bit shaken after having to hold the bag during the onslaught.>
GMC: HMark, a word, please.
HM: Come on, you know I can always make time for you, GMC. You're my favorite little imp around here!
GMC: Uh, thanks...listen, we just heard Moxie speak on the upcoming title match against Rated X at Crapamania, and, I was just wondering...do you share his...well, I don't want to say "arrogance", but his surpreme confidence on this matter?
HM: <splashes himself with a squirt from a water bottle, shakes his hair out, and rubs his face a bit before chuckling> You're right not to call it "arrogance". "Arrogance" was something Rick Martel shot out of a pesticide tube at Jake Roberts.
See, GMC, that kind of confidence comes with the territory of being the best in the business at what you do. As I speak, there is no team out there today that could hope to dethrone the Prophecy Reborn. Not one.
But that's not because we cheat, it's not because we're sneaky, and it's not because we get by by the skin of our teeth.
No, it's because we know how to decimate our competition. Look at the Handsome Boys; we stepped up to the plate against them, and now, just look...they're shattered.
We don't just defeat people, GMC. We decimate them.
Auraelia: <steps up> If there's one thing HMark has taught me over the years, it's that wrestling is a dog-eat-dog business. Sometimes, to keep your spot, you need to be extra brutal. And our team is ready and willing.
GMC: I see. But what about the whole "never lose title match" spiel? Didn't you lose one of your challenges at the HBMS?
HM: <laughs a bit> That one? Please. Anytime someone needs a valet to put my shoulders to the mat, I don't feel any need to give them the regard of calling it a "victory" against me.
Yeah, part of being a multi-time champion is actually having to lose a belt in order to gain it back...but I don't lose because of my own mistakes. I don't lose by carelessness. If Rated X wants the gold so badly, they'll have to bring a lot more than the kitchen sink to keep me or Moxie down.
GMC: Ok, a couple more questions...first off, is this intensive training for Crapamania?
HM: Partly.
Auraelia: That will be revealed soon enough. The PR is going to fulfill one part of it's mission statement since winning the belts in the near future, and this kind of training will go a long way.
GMC: And that's going to be-?
HM: In due time, my good man.
GMC: Ok, final question. Spaz and Gasoline. Thoughts?
HM: <suddenly grows oddly silent, then actually turns and faces the camera, to address someone specifically>
Generation Tech.
I'm not going to lie; I really have nothing but the utmost competitive respect for you guys. You've given Moxie and I a hell of a time since we reformed, and I'm sure we've given you more than you can handle, as well.
See, as stables, we've basically split the "season series", so to speak, against one another. And each match has been tougher and more hard-hitting than the last.
Even as we speak, the question runs through the crowd, the Internet, hell, even the locker room itself: "Who's the best? Which unit is greater than the other?"
I mean, it must be a hard choice. GenTech, a gathering of the elite, spearheaded by the World Champion himself.
Yet here stand two Hall of Famer's, along with their loyal follower, multi-time champions, who, to further complicate things, hold the Tag Team gold.
Well, that's a question I'm willing to settle, no matter how many matches it might take. The Midnights and the Rock and Roll Express went at it for decades...you think Mox and I wouldn't be willing to do the same?
<voice grows even quieter> And I think I've made no secret about my intentions towards the World title...
<sort of snaps out of it> Regardless, the only place to settle it is the ring. <turns to Auraelia> Come on; we've got a lot of work to do.
<The two leave, leaving GMC and the cameraman to watch them go>
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Post by vivian on Aug 13, 2006 2:50:02 GMT -5
Meanwhile, backstage The Sunshine Squad are watching the backstage monitors, with Dr Vivian Anemone, mainly the recent Hitmanmark promo. All three of them seemingly ready to head out to the ring. The doctor as usual has a big ol smile on her face.
Vivian: Ooh, guess what boys? Pretty soon... you fellows are gonna have a pair of nice big shiny belts to play with. After all, you've beaten every opponent that's come your way... and you only lost once in an unfair environment.
She smiles as Hal and Sal nod respectively, looking positively pumped.
Vivian: Now then boys, tonight all you have to do to get closer to our goal... is beat those two big bad meanies... those Natural Disasters.
Hal and Sal both look up.
Hal: Disasters?! Ha!!!
Sal: The only disasters in the ring there will be...
Both: ... is what's left after we've beat them senselessly!!!
The two jump up and give each other a high five... before heading out to the ring.
The crappy version of If You're Happy and You Know It Clap Your hands starts up as Hal and Sal skip from the backstage area and out onto the entrance ramp. Dr. Vivian runs up behind them with a MEGAPHONE.
Vivian: Hello Boys and Girls... ready to be filled with glee... watching my boys and me?!
Crowd; NOT A CHANCE!!!
Vivian: Okayyyyyyyyy then! Introducing your best pals and mine.... the Sunshine Squad!!!
The crowd boos as Hal and Sal robot walk their way down to the ring, sliding inside and running around the ring a few times before stopping in the center. Vivian follows in after, looking as twistedly happy as possible, as she joins them in the center.
Vivian: ROLL CALL!!!
Sal: Smiley Sal!!!
Sal does a few jumping jacks for some reason, then drops down and butt scoots across the ring.
Hal: Happy Hal!!!
Hal pretends to jump around on an invisible pogo stick, almost pogo-ing into Vivian, who has to leap right out of the way.
Both: AND WE ARE...
Vivian pops Hal on the head still smiling.
Hal: Ow...
Sal:(Uninterrupted) THE SUNSHINE SQUAD!!!
Hal: ... THE SUNSHINE SQUAD.
Immediately after, the Natural Disasters theme starts up as the crowd gives them a very nice reaction.
Announcer: Introducing their opponents, at a combined weight of 864 pounds, Earthquake and Typhoon!!!
The Disasters slowly head down to the ring as Hal and Sal look at each other. They head out onto the ring apron, leaping off for a stereo double axe handle to the approaching men, only for Quake and Typhoon to counter with a mid air punch to the stomach, sending them both down to the ground! The crowd pops as Earthquake and Typhoon stomp at a doubled over Sal, softening him up early. After a bit of this this, they lift him up, whipping him right into the ring. Hal gets up a bit afterwards, as Typhoon sees him and takes him back down with a clothesline! Meanwhile back in the ring, Quake nails a few more body shots to Sal, dazing him further. Quake then scoops him up, hitting a slam to the mat! He follows up with an elbow drop, sending Sal rolling a bit along the mat. Quake quickly goes for a cover. 1...
Sal quickly kicks out. Quake resumes softening him up, stomping more at the stomach and chest area as Typhoon is now on the ring apron. Quake lifts Sal back to his feet, lifting him up for a vertical suplex, slamming him hard into the mat! Quake gets to his feet, playing to the crowd, before going over and tagging in Typhoon. Typhoon steps inside, stalking a rising Sal, as he lifts him up high, slamming him down with a hard spinebuster to the mat! Typhoon quickly follows up, reaching down, only for Sal to nail a desperation shot to the face... Typhoon backing up a bit, slightly clutching his face. Sal manages to get up to his feet, as Hal is back on the ring apron. He charges, nailing a running knee to the gut, Typhoon hunching over now. Sal levels him with a few powerful shots to the back, Typhoon quickly going down to one knee. Sal backs up, nailing a STIFF kick right to the face, dropping his opponent to the mat. He drags him a bit into the center of the ring, going for a cover. 1...2 Typhoon kicks out.
Sal doesn't stop though. He mounts his downed opponent, now proceeding to pummel him with some stiff punches right to the face Typhoon groans, clutching his face again, before eventually Sal gets off, only to deliver a nasty stomp right to the face again! He hoists Typhoon to his feet, locking on a face lock and dragging him over to his side of the ring, where Hal tags himself in. Still being held, Hal gets behind, nailing a few stiff forearms to the back area as Sal releases the hold, stepping out. Typhoon is still on his feet, nursing the back Hal takes advantage, grabbing him and ramming his skull right into the turnbuckle. Vivian meanwhile on the outside distracts so Sal can hold Typhoon back against the turnbuckle as Hal proceeds to pummel him with a nasty barrage of forearms to the back. Sal shoves him down to the mat as Hal runs off the ropes, nailing a seated leg drop right across the back area, rolling Typhoon over and going for a cover. 1...2
Typhoon manages to get the shoulder up. Hal thinks a bit, tagging in Sal, who he then grabs from off the apron in a vertical suplex, dropping him RIGHT atop of Typhoon on the ground. The crowd boos as Sal rolls off, getting back to his feet and walking back over, sitting him up and dropping down, to apply a Bow and Arrow lock, showing some amazing leg strength lifting up the three hundred pound Typhoon up into the air! Typhoon groans, gasping in pain as further pressure is applied to the back area. However Sal can't keep him suspended too long and soon enough, breaks the hold, rolling him over for a cover. 1...2...
Typhoon manages to get a shoulder up. Sal hmmms, walking back over and tagging in Hal. Both men enter the ring, as Typhoon slowly gets up to his feet, only for Hal to lock him in a gutwrench from behind, lifting him up high into the air as Sal quickly runs off the ropes, nailing a rather high knee for a man of his size, cracking it right into the face of Typhoon who yelps in pain. Earthquake looks eager to get back into this match. Hal keeps the hold locked in,dropping Typhoon back to the ground, kicking him down to a knee as Sal runs off the ropes again, nailing a running boot once again to the face. After this Sal exits the ring, while his partner has the Gutwrench locked on. The crowd starts to cheer Phoon on, as does his tag team partner Quake on the other side of the ring. Eventually Typhoon manages to muster enough strength to fight back, using his strength to lift Hal up onto his back ,grabbing him from behind and slamming him down hard to the mat!
Both men are down now, crawling to their respective corners now, Unfortunately for the Disasters, Sal makes it to his first! Immediately Hal runs over, grabbing Typhoon while he's only a foot away from Quake, yanking him back into the center, lifting him up and slamming his leg down for a knee smash right into the mat! Typhoon groans as Hal lifts him up and slams for a second one... and a third! Hal then looks at Quake, grabbing Typhoon's leg and dragging him back right into the center of the ring, then applying a Stretch Muffler, applying further pressure to the leg now. Typhoon gasps in pain, looking over at his partner and desperately trying to crawl back to his side of the ring. Hal however, continues to try to hold him back as long as he can. Eventually though, Phoon manages to make the tag!
Quake charges into the ring, taking Hal down from behind with a clothesline to the back. Sal runs in, only to get caught by one of Quake's Dropkicks! Sal groans, rolling off to the side as Hal manages to get back to a vertical base.He runs at Quake, delivering a running stomp to the back, trying to keep him down, to no avail. He tries anyway, delivering a flurry as Quake fights back, getting to his feet, grabbing Hal by the throat and flinging him with a Choke Toss! Sal gets back up as Quake grabs him, nailing a Belly to Belly Suplex on him... causing him to roll right out of the ring. Quake gets back to his feet, looking pumped.Hal gets back up, as Quake tries to nail him with a big boot, which Hal ducks under. He kicks the leg Quake's standing on a few times, bringing him down to the mat.Typhoon runs in, only to get a Standing Big Boot of Hal's own, knocking him back into the ropes. The Sunshine Squad member then charges, sending Phoon toppling to the outside over the top rope. Sal reenters from behind, looking at Hal who nods, Sal charging and getting back body dropped, crashing right into Typhoon, who turns around just in time to see it coming. He groans, laid out as Sal rolls back off, nursing the back a bit as he returns to the ring. They both look down at Quake as Hal lifts him up, Sal running off the ropes, as they nail an STO/Lariat Combination, slamming Quake down hard. The crowd boos as Sal runs off the ropes once again, rolling off the ground Rolling Thunder Style, leaping into Hal's arms, who holds him up for a falling reverse powerbomb splash right to Quake, driving the air out of him. Quake groans clutching the chest area as the two hoist him back up, nailing a double knee to the gut area, whipping him forward, catching him with a double Spinebuster! The crowd boos as Typhoon returns to the ring, charging at both men, who catch him and fling him right to the outside, for a SICKENING thud. Quake groans, slowly rising to his feet, just in time to be locked in the Group Hug! Quake yelps out in pain... holding out for as he long as he can, but eventually like practically everyone else, he submits to the submission move. The Squad fling him to the ground as the bell rings.
Announcer: Here are your winners.... the Sunshine Squad!
The Squad theme starts up again as Sal and Hal give each other ten, Vivian entering the ring now and all three joining hands, spinning around and around the ring in celebration as the crowd boos. Typhoon slowly rises to his feet, clutching his neck, as Quake remains down on the mat, still in some extreme pain from the after effects of that Group Hug.
Fade to commercial
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Post by teamireland on Aug 13, 2006 11:26:19 GMT -5
Toni "The Garc" Garcya: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. *A 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. 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 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!
*Coach O'Hare grabs a mic. The crowd begins to boo him.*
O'Hare: Well, well. Isn’t this appropriate? As a warm-up for big Shane’s match against "Mr. 720" he gets to face a guy who was recently arrested for his love of 4:20, ha, ha. *The crowd boos again.* O'Hare: Now let's bring his opponent on out here.
*The crowd begin to cheer in anticipation of RVD's entrance, but are confused when Weezer's "We Are All On Drugs" begins playing rather than “One of a Kind”. Van Dam himself is confused by this until he looks into the ring & sees O'Hare doubled over in laughter. Van Dam rushes to the ring forgoing his usual double thumb jack entrance taunting & begins laying into O'Hare with elbows & kicks. Malone clubs RVD from behind as O'Hare skulks out of the ring taking his hurley with him. *
DING-DING-DING!
Nick Russ: Those were some unwise words from O'Hare. I daresay it'll do nothing but get RVD more fired up. "The Lord" Jerome East: Oh, please. The only thing RVD's been firing up is a big ol' fatty in the back of his car! *RVD responds to Malone's attack with a few kicks & such, causing the big man to stagger a bit. Van Dam seizes the opportunity & leaps up to the top of a ringpost. Malone begins making his way to where RVD is situated but Van Dam comes flying off & knocks "The Celtic Giant" down with a martial arts kick to the jaw. With Malone down RVD looks out towards the crowd then runs towards the ropes at the opposite side of the ring. He comes bounding off with Rolling Thunder, landing right on the midsection of Malone.*
Russ: Rolling Thunder! Could Van Dam get the pin already? East: Pfffft! Van Dam must've been smoking a bowl up in the back if he thinks he can get the job done against Malone already!
*Sure enough. Malone kicks out of RVD’s pin attempt. "The Whole F’N Show" then makes his way up to another ringpost. However, Malone is quick enough to get to him this time & shoves Van Dam off the post & into the guard-rail. RVD writhes in pain on the ground & Coach O'Hare makes his way towards Van Dam. The ref gets rid of O'Hare before he can do anything & Malone exits the ring to roll RVD back in. Once both men are in the ring again, Malone attempts to Irish Whip Van Dam into a corner where the referee is standing. Van Dam stops just before he reaches the ref, however & manages to side-step Malone’s follow up attack. Malone dashes towards the corner, crushing the unfortunate ref, who collapses in a heap. RVD knocks Malone down with a spinning heel kick & heads outside the ring in order to get a chair. All the while Malone makes his weigh towards a corner & begins to pull himself up into a sitting position using the ropes. Van Dam, meanwhile has scaled the ringpost on the same side of the ring, just opposite to where Malone is now sitting.*
Russ: He’s attempting to go coast-to-coast here! Van Terminator coming up!
*Van Dam leaps from the ringpost, holding the chair up to his feet aiming to nail Malone with the Van Terminator. But Coach O’Hare jumps up on the ring apron, hurley in hand & smashes it across RVD's ribs before he can get near Malone. The hurley is smashed to splinters with the impact. RVD is sent sprawling out to the middle of the ring, winded & in agony. Malone crawls over to RVD rolls him over & drapes an arm over Van Dam just as the referee gets up to make the count.*
1…
2…
3! DING-DING-DING!
*"Amhrán na bhFiann" plays again as Shane Malone & Coach O’Hare begin celebrating.*
Toni "The Garc" Garcya: Here is your winner, "The Celtic Giant" SHANE MALONE!
*O’Hare takes a mic again as the crowd boos vociferously.* O’Hare: Now, one thing I neglected to address was the challenge laid out to us by The Nyrds. Those fellas & their little buddy Chris Evans want to face the lads of Team Ireland in a six-man tag match next week? Absolutely no problem! As long as they & their valet can refrain from any use of foreign objects within the match & we can keep it all fair & square then we accept. Besides which, it’s a proven fact that THEY WILL NEVER BEAT THE IRISH!
*"Amhrán na bhFiann" plays yet again as we fade to the next segment.*
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Post by respectmeordye3 on Aug 13, 2006 16:06:11 GMT -5
Kane's theme song plays as the monster walks out into the crowd filled arena. He pauses for a moment on the steel stage and then makes his way down the ramp and into the ring as the crowd cheers insanely. A moment later the familiar generic hard rock of Clem Chowder blasts through the speakers and the crowd reaction turns on a dime--going from thousand of fans cheering loudly to thousands of fans booing even louder.
Clem for his part ignores the fans and struts down the ramp with a cocky self-assured grin on his face. He slides under the bottom rope and into the ring. He jumps to his feet does a little happy jig and then takes a deep bow which only infuriates the crowd even more.
Taker's music starts up and the crowd reaction once again turns on a dime as the seriously loud booing shifts back to loud cheering.
a few seconds later though the crowd is giving a chant of complete confusion--it's been two minutes and neither Taker nor Singapore Caine have appeared.
what is going on?
As the commentators begin to discuss as to what could have happened the referee gives a big sigh. three more minutes have passed and Taker and Singapore Caine have still no-showed.
The crowd is angry. They want this match. They paid good money to see this match and they are not about to sit around and let themselves get screwed over. The crowd begins to boo even worse than before and some of them even show their anger by throwing food, drinking cups and whatever they can get their hands on into the ring.
three more minutes pass and now even the referee has lost his patients.
He climbs down and speaks to the ring announcer momentarliy before climbing back into the ring.
A moment later the ring announcer gets on the mic and addresses the crowd.
"The referee has decreed that If the Undertaker or Singapore Caine do not come out here into the ring in the next sixty seconds, that they will be counted out and the match will be awarded to Kane and Clem Chowder as as result of a disqualification!"
This announcment does little if anything to appease the people in the crowd and they begin to chant "rip-off!"
The referee begins the count: "1...
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10!"
The referee throws his arms up and calls to the bellkeeper to ring the bell. The crowd boos furiously as the match is awarded to Kane and Clem Chowder and the commentators speculate what has happened to Taker and Singapore Caine for them to have missed the match.
A moment later the TitanTron comes alive and we are led by the cameraman through the backstage area-through the winding halls, and past the lunchroom, garages, and locker rooms belonging to the various other Superstars in the EWT.
Suddenly we arrive at the locker room belonging to The legendary Undertaker and it suddenly becomes clear as to why he didn't appear in the ring.
across the front of the steel door, wrapped tightly around the door handle, is a large cumbersome chain with an equally large and cumbersome combination lock. A thumping can be heard coming from the other side of the door as a loud steady string of profanity escapes from the dressing room of the Dead man.
a moment later a couple of backstage guys come over and begin to work on trying free the Undertaker from his prison.
The camera man takes the opportunity to mosey along and after a few turns he comes into a new hall and finds Singapore Caine's dressing room with a similar chain and combination lock type of set up--and there is thumping as well as cursing coming from inside this room as well.
A moment later another team of backstage guys begin to work on this door as well.
We are taken back to the ring-- Clem Chowder stands in the center of the squared circle holding a mic and grinning from ear to ear.
His buissness finished, Kane has already left.
"Ha! I told you you'ed be sorry Singapore ol' boy!" crows Clem triumphantly "You never had a chance--face it you hack--I beat you this time and at Crap-A-Mania, I'm gonna beat you right outta the EWT-by next month your pathetic butt will be flipping greasy hamburgers at the local White Castle!"
He cackles long and hard and wipes tears of joy from his face as the crowd loses it and goes haywire.
"But look at it this way old chum, at least you will be able to have an Around The World more often now and you will even get a employee discount!"
With that Clem drops the mic, slides under the bottom rope and walks up the ramp and into the backstage area laughing all the way.
The cameraman follows Clem as he walks down the hall, makes a quick stop at his dressing room to grab his stuff, and then continues walking down the hall laughing nonstop the whole time.
The cameraman follows Clem into the garage as he hops into his 1958 midnight black Chevrolet Corvette Roadster. Then he turns and winks at the camera and howls " Chow bay--bay, I am OUTTA here!"
And with that the hot rod's engine rev's up and then he peels outta the arena leaving twin tire marks on the garage floor.
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Post by pta on Aug 13, 2006 21:28:33 GMT -5
The sound of a bell ringing is heard as some generic theme starts up, down heading Matt Striker again. He's wearing his little sweater thing as the crowd gives him some modest heat.
Striker: Hello students... I'm your EWT Teacher, Matt Striker. And tonight, I'm facing one of your EWT Wrestlers, Principal Pain. Now as you all remember, last time I lost to Principal Pain... but that's why I went over my elementary mistakes and studied closely. So this time, I shall be guaranteed a victory.
The crowd doesn't really care about Striker's little rant as he enters the ring, awaiting his opponent. Pretty soon, Pomp and Circumstance starts up as Principal Pain heads down towards the ring, also with a microphone. The crowd gives him WAY MORE heat then they did Striker.
Pain: Striker... Striker... Striker... why did you even bother showing up? If you did STUDY our last match, you would remember the sound thrashing I gave you.
Pain smirks, approaching closer to the ring.
Pain: Also, you may be a teacher, but I am your PRINCIPAL. I command over those that teach and tutor like yourself... and tonight, you will be taught another lesson... always know your limits. And in your case, you're quite limit indeed.
Pain rolls into the ring as Striker looks a bit angry with Pain's remarks. The crowd is obviously split in this match... so they just start up a Boring Chant.
The bell rings and the two lock up in the center of the ring, Striker going quickly into a side headlock, which Pain quickly counters with a Snapmare, Striker landing on his rear sitting, as Pain drops down for a Buffalo Sleeper attempt, but Striker quickly nails an elbow to loosen the hold, then grabs one of Pain's leg, attempting to lock on a leg lock. Pain however rolls through and out of it, getting back to his feet quickly. Striker slaps the mat in frustration as he gets to his feet, going for a toe kick, which is caught by pain, who takes him down with a Dragon Screw to the mat. He immediately goes right into an ankle lock, which Striker quickly tries to escape... crawling quickly over and grabbing the bottom rope. Pain reluctantly breaks the hold.
Striker quickly gets to his feet again, only to get nailed with a STIFF kick right to the face from Pain, sending him reeling back. The principal advances, grabbing him by the neck and pressing him back against the ropes, for a bit of an illegal move. The crowd boos as Pain breaks the hold before a full count. The principal backs up and follows up with a series of knife edge chops to Striker, who's laying against the ropes, now clutching his chest a bit from the resulting chops. Pain whips him off the ropes, watching him as he comes back with a Snap Overhead Belly to Belly. He goes for a quick cover. 1....2.....
Striker manages to kick out. Pain looks down, thinking of a new strategy as Matt rolls around on the... mat, trying to recover. Pain doesn't give him much chance as he grabs one of Striker's legs, turning him around and hitting a knee smash to the mat. Striker grimaces a bit as Pain follows up on it, holding the sore leg down and stomping across it, doing further damage. Pain then goes to clinch on an ankle lock again, only for this time, Striker to power out, sending Pain stumbling back a bit. He looks a bit caught off guard as Striker is up again. He charges forward, right into a hiptoss from Pain, but he lands on his feet, taking Pain down with a Snapmare himself. He follows up with a nasty kick to the spine area, putting Pain on his back. Striker then goes down to the mat himself, quickly attempting to lock on a body scissors, successfully doing so. Pain groans, quickly trying to fight out as Striker also grabs the principal by the neck, wrenching on it a bit.
The principal grimaces a bit, struggling to fight out of the submission hold, but Striker tries to keep it locked on tight. The hold is starting to have some effect on the principal, as the pressure on his neck increases. Eventually though, Pain fights out with a well placed kick to Striker's skull, loosening the hold enough for him to slip through the vice. Striker groans, clutching his skull a bit as Pain delivers a knee right across the face, dropping him face down to the mat. Pain quickly follows up, setting up and nailing a Curb Stomp to the mat! Striker's face bounces hard off as he clutches the area in pain. Pain meanwhile hoists him up to his feet, dropping him with a DDT to the mat! Strikers gasps in pain as the principal follows up, locking on a quick dragon sleeper as his opponent is down, applying further pressure to the neck. Strikers yelps in pain, desperately trying to fight out... but to no avail as Pain has it locked on tight. Eventually Pain lifts him back to his feet, the hold still on, where he transitions right into a backbreaker over the knees. Pain continues his assault . tossing Striker to the mat and unleashing a series of vicious stomps across the throat area... softening it up. Striker gasps, clutching the neck area and slowly struggling to his feet, where Pain grabs him and quickly nails the Suspender! 1.....2.....3!!!
Pain: 2 Striker: 0
Announcer: Here is your winner... Principal Pain!
Pain gets back to his feet, grabbing the announcer's mike as he looks down at Striker.
Pain: Virus... Canceler. You see what I just did to my opponent there? I HUMILIATED HIM. I didn't let him take the advantage for long, if at all. At Crapmania III, the same thing will happen to you both... at the hands of Omega and myself. We will show you the true meaning of the word... PAIN.
The principal tosses down the mike, quickly exiting the ring to some heavy boos as Strikers rolls around, grasping his neck.
Fade to Video Package for Prophecy Reborn
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Post by Mystery on Aug 13, 2006 23:55:00 GMT -5
Today for you Tomorrow for me
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Post by Oak: Certified Jade Hater on Aug 14, 2006 10:44:51 GMT -5
We cut to the back where Sum Guy is standing by with Chris Evans.
SG: Hello, I'm Sum Guy and my poopy smells like choco. Now, Chris, you have a match with an undefeated Umaga. Any thoughts or concerns going in to the match?
Evans: Sum, let's stick to the real issue. No offense to Jamal, but he just isn't that important right now. What is important is Team Ireland, more impotantly Shane Malone. The Hoss of Team Ireland. Well, Mr. Malone, since we have two matches inj the span of a month, I would advise you to pay strict attention in our match. Because when you least expect it, 720 will come sooner than you think. Bank on it boy.
SG: Um.....so.....what are your plans for C-A-M III?
Evans: Simple: Go big, or go home Sum. I'll come out blazin', and leave with a victory. Now if you'll excuse me, I got to go deal with something.
*Evans walks off as Sum stands there with a stupid expression on his face.
SG: Well, Chris Evans has made his intentions known and guarentees victory come Crap-A-Mania III. For EWT Non-TV, I'm Sum Guy, and I played in kitty litter until I was 19.
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Post by Mystery on Aug 14, 2006 23:36:36 GMT -5
Somewhere out there, Someone's saying a prayer, Then we'll find one another, In that big somewhere out there.
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Post by SHOCK_THE_TRUTH.VLTG3 on Aug 15, 2006 1:38:42 GMT -5
Heavy Generic Rock Music starts up as Canceler heads down to the ring, getting a decent pop from the crowd.
Announcer: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Moscow Russia, weighing in at 515 pounds... The Canceler!!!
Canceler slaps hands with the fans as he makes his way into the ring, entering by stepping over the ropes and looking pumped for action. He looks out towards the entrance ramp as his opponent heads towards the ring.
Announcer: And introducing the opponent, from Windsor Ontario, weighing in at 179 pounds, Petey Williams!
Williams heads down towards the ring to a bit of a mixed reaction, going a bit slower as he sees his opponent. Canceler watches him and tells him to bring it. Petey enters the ring and looks over at Canceler on the other side.... and the bell rings.
Williams charges right at Canceler... only to slide right under his legs! He quickly hops up top the turnbuckle, leaping back at Canceler with a missile dropkick! Canceler gets knocked back a bit, clutching his chest as Williams gets to his feet. He leaps up, hitting another dropkick... this time to the knee. Canceler seems a bit caught off guard as Williams is utilizing his speed advantage. Petey then runs off the ropes on the other side, going for a chop block right to the same leg he dropkicked earlier, bringing the big man down to one knee. He smirks, running off the ropes one more times and nailing a shining wizard right to Canceler's face! A cover. 1....2
Canceler powers out, sending Williams flying. He groans, quickly getting to his feet as Canceler rises. Williams however is back up, assaulting Cancy with some stiff kicks to the legs and knees of Canceler... trying to bring him back down. Williams runs off the ropes once again, Canceler catching him as he does so, Launching him into the air with a military press, Williams bouncing a foot off the mat! He groans, clutching his chest as Canceler walks over, stomping across the back of Williams a few times. He then reaches down, lifting him up by the throat and propping him back up. He then lifts him up high, dropping him with a brainbuster to the mat! Canceler looks to the crowd, grabbing and dragging Williams over very close to the nearby turnbuckle. He looks to the crowd... climbing up top and leaping off with that 515 pound Splash of his! Williams quickly grabs the nearby ropes, pulling himself out of the ring as Canceler lands with a sonic boom of a thud! Canceler groans a bit as Williams wipes some sweat off his forehead in relief. He climbs onto the ring apron, nailing a slingshot flipping legdrop right across the back of Canceler's neck. The big man groans as Williams rolls off him, using all his strength to drag the big man as far away from the ropes as he can... which isn't very far considering the size difference. He then walks over to his legs, stomping across the back of one to try and keep him grounded. Canceler groans, trying to get up, only for Williams to quickly prevent this, going off the ropes again and stomping across the back area with a mushroom stomp! Canceler goes back down for now as Williams walks over, climbing atop the top turnbuckle again, leaping off with a double footed stomp right across the leg area, Canceler yelping in pain, as he rolls over, clutching it. The crowd boos as Petey smirks, springboarding off the ropes, still using that speed advantage and nailing a corkscrew moonsault on Canceler. Another cover. 1....2....
Canceler manages to kick out. Williams sighs, hitting the mat in frustration again. He gets back to his feet, pacing around the ring a bit as he walks over, grabbing the leg he had already been working on and slapping on a half boston crab. Canceler grimaces a bit, quickly crawling towards the bottom rope and grabbing it before Williams can keep it locked on too long. Petey reluctantly breaks the submission at a four count. He watches as Canceler slowly struggles back to his feet again. Williams backs up, charging forward and nailing a nasty running kick to the side of Canceler! But the big man stays up... somehow. Williams shakes the ropes in frustration, panting a bit. He runs up in front of Canceler leaping up for a jumping neckbreaker, only for Canceler to throw him off... Williams landing straddled on the ring ropes, wide eyed and in obvious pain! Canceler nurses his leg a bit, eying Williams and grinning wide, as he charges, nailing a running big boot to the skull, Williams being knocked off the ropes and onto the apron, hanging on the edge.
Canceler drags him back into the ring, lifting him up once again by the neck, shoving him into the turnbuckle and delivering a serious of painful overhand palm slaps right to the chest! After only a few, Williams drops to the bottom of the turnbuckle. The big man reaches down, yanking him back to his feet, only to shove him into it again. He backs up now, charging and SWALLOWING Williams with a powerful clothesline, dropping him back to the bottom of the mat again. Williams groans, trying to roll away from Canceler, but no avail. Canceler scoops him back up off the ground, driving him face first right into his good knee! Williams bounces back up, dazed and hunched over as Canceler grabs a nearby rope, brings his foot up and nails that Axe Kick again! Williams goes down... laying motionless. Canceler looks to the crowd, crossing his throat. He reaches down one more time, hoisting Williams onto his shoulders and going for the Quarter Ton Bomb...
Principal Pain shows up with a Steel Chair, cracking it right across the back of Canceler's skull! The referee immediately calls for a disqualification as Canceler leans back against the ropes, quite dazed. Pain tosses the chair to Williams, instructing him a bit where to put it. After Petey does so, Pain leaps up, planting Canceler face first with a Tornado DDT right into the STEEL CHAIR! The crowd boos as Pain smiles quite pleased. He grabs the chair again wrapping it around Canceler's throat as he looks over at Williams who ascends the top rope.
Virus comes in through the crowd shoving Williams off the top, before he can do anything, sending him to the outside face down on the mat! Pain looks at Virus and quickly exits the ring, wanting nothing to do with them both... at least when he's all alone. Virus helps Canceler to his feet, who now has a bloody forehead. Both of them look back at Pain retreating with a pissed off expression in their eyes.
Fade to commercial.
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Post by ape on Aug 15, 2006 7:33:06 GMT -5
*the camera fades into an overhead shot of what appears to be a graveyard. there is an open grave and a man laying next to it. inside the grave is an open casket with a very graphic view of a decaying corpse. the corpse is holding what appears to be freshly-picked flowers and a drawing made with crayons. there are various insects crawling all over and in and out of the corpse's rotting flesh. after a few moments, the man next to the grave begins to speak.*
.....family.......family means a lot to me....my mommy.....my mother......a two-time ewt girl next door champion.....former ewt television champion......and look at her now.....hehe.....she's nothing but a playground for underground parasites....
*the man uses his arms to roll himself into the grave and casket with the corpse. he lands sideways and the impact of the landing launched several of the bugs onto himself. the camera slowly zooms into the grave, as he pulls a razor blade out and cuts a piece of rotting flesh from the corpse's face and places it on his own face. after a moment of what seemed to be a hypnotic state, the man begins to talk again.*
....i'm...i'm not ashamed of my family....i will not ignore them.....for my family is like me.....they scream for agony....they crave it....they want to be carved up.....they want to bleed....they want to go blind in one eye......they want to be crippled and put out of action for nine months.........hehe.....after all, it's been said.....that you should do onto others....as you would have them do onto you.....i have been done onto.....and now it's time for me.....time for me to give you all what you want hehe....it's what mommy would want....isn't that right mommy?
*the man takes his hand and makes the corpse nod. he then hugs it and kisses it on the cheek...the part where he cut the flesh from just moments earlier.*
......the time is nearing......the time for me to return the favor....to show how nice of a guy i am......the time is almost here.....i'm going to get to make my mommy proud....i'm going to get to show you....my family....the joys....hehe.....the joys that you've shown me....
*the man smiles and looks over at the corpse. he then closes his eyes and begins to suck his thumb. he begins to hum a beethoven symphony, hitting several notes off-key...as the camera fades to black.*
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Post by B.A. on Aug 15, 2006 14:19:25 GMT -5
Lillian: The following match is scheduled for one fall..
*remedy starts*
The crowd roars in boos as Eddie Omega, the kid that said he will not fall prey to producing what is known as good matches, and non controversial tatics makes his way to the ring. Eddie wearing his trademark sunglasses walks up to the camera and says: “The P.T.A. is going to be successful at Crap-a-mania this Sunday baby”! He gets into the ring and taunts the crowd as they boo, and his music starts
Lillian: And on the way to the ring, from Miami Florida…..*crowd pops*
The rock!!!
Rock’s music starts to play as he steps out on stage hyping up the crowd. He looks over to the fans and smells the energy that is coming from the audience in attendance as they are going wild for The Rock. Rock then makes his way down to the ring talking inaudibly to the audience. As he steps into the ring Eddie sneaks him and begins to stomp him as Rock tries to get back up. Eddie then irish whips rock into the rope, ducks Eddie’s clothesline, runs back at Eddie picking him up for a spinebuster, but Eddie knows the People’s elbow is coming up and wisely slides outside the ring. He holds his back as he gathers up his thoughts.
Eddie then thinking wisely slides into the ring. And both men go for a collar elbow tie up. Eddie drives Rock back into the turnbuckle and the ref calls for a clean break as he gets in between both men. Eddie backs off before sucker punching the Rock and smiles to the crowd. Eddie looks over to some hecklers chanting “boring” to his matches and says “That’s what it was like with your mom in bed.” This causes the audience that heard it to break down in laughter before Eddie drives a knee into the Rock’s sternum and begins the brutal Pledges to the rocks chest. Eddie brings rock out into the middle of the ring, does a spinebuster and pins him quickly.
Ref: 1….2….
The rock kicks out and eddie applies a sleeper hold as the people’s champ is struggling for air.
Crowd: Rocky….Rocky…Rocky…
The Rock hearing this surge gets to his feet, elbowing eddie in the stomach and breaking the sleeper hold. He then punches eddie not once, not twice but then brings his hand all the way back and punches Eddie which knocks him down. Eddie tries to get up and run towards The rock but the rock kicks him in the stomach and ddt’s him before nipping up. Eddie is turned over on his back and the rock goes around towards his head before kicking his arm in. He then slowly slides off his pad before smelling the energy again in the crowd as they go nuts. He waves his arms left and right and runs from one side to the other before dropping the people’s elbow as Eddie roles around in pain. Rock then goes to the other side of the ring and begins to stalk him preparing for the rock bottom. He waits to Eddie gets to his feet and then does a enormous Rock bottom. Eddie is out of it, but out of nowhere, the crowd starts stand up
Principal pain makes his way down to the ring as Rock confronts him from the ring. From behind Eddie low blows the rock and rolls him up. The ref turns around and sees Eddie roll up the rock with Pain putting Eddie’s foot on the ropes.
Ref: 1…..2….3…
Remedy starts as Eddie steals a victory and the crowd sick of this happening every week, whether Eddie gets a dirty win or not don’t like the way things are going. Eddie grabs a mic again. Eddie: “I warned you all, that unless I get my way….you know what screw it. I have bigger plans in mind, like this Sunday, my match..will be the best!!!! I am one of the best around, I am the biggest thing, and I don’t any damn title anymore to prove that I can win by any means!!!! He drops the mic on the rock’s balls and heads backstage flipping off the crowd before the camera goes to the next match.
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Post by talkingtoast on Aug 15, 2006 15:14:47 GMT -5
Todd Grisham is walking in teh hallway when all of a sudden....... he is speared by "Stone Kool" Mike Auger. Miekj then stares at the camera and takes a patch of Kool-Aid out of his pocket. He then spits at the screen.
Mike: Watch out EWT because Stone Kool is coming for ya! OH YEAH!!!!!!!!
The screen then fades.
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Post by Banned Member on Aug 15, 2006 16:05:44 GMT -5
*Merc is walking down the hall when Sum Guy runs in.*
SG: I'm Sum Guy, and I like to wear moldy cheese for boxers!!!
*Merc looks on in disgust.*
SG: So Merc now that you are leavi........
Merc: Leaving?!!! Who said anything about me leaving?
SG: Why it's right here in the EWT Times!!!
*Merc snatches the mag from Sum Guy, and reads over the head lines.*
Merc: Why that no good son of a...........
SG: What is it Merc?
Merc: That no good alter ego of mine playing head games again!
SG: The Outlaw?
Merc: No Betty White!
SG: Ohhhhhh Betty!!! I'm a big fan of hers. She was awesome in Golden girls, and Lake Placid. Plus lets not forget that 70's Show!
*Sum Guy starts to sing the Golden Girls theme song, and Merc looks on not amused, and then smacks Sum Guy in the back of the head.*
Merc: You dumb ass! Were talking about me remember?
SG: Oh yes! So Merc care to tackle these rumors?
Merc: Yes. The only way I will leave the EWT is in a damn body bag! Besides there are certain wrestlers here who have gotten way to big for their pants, and I must knock them down a few pegs.
SG: Now I have some classified info on who you might be facing at Crap-O-Mania 3.
*Merc looks on with interest.*
SG: Only if you call the EWT Hot line now!!!
*Merc reaches into his pocket, and pulls out his cell phone, and starts to dial the hot line number. Until he realizes that Sum Guy is next to him. Merc grabs Sum Guy, and drags him off camera where all you can hear is the sound of Sum Guy being beat up. Merc reappears back on camera though, and his face is white, and he looks to be shaken up.*
Merc: That's not right! That guy is loonier than me, and Outlaw combined!
*Merc walks off down the hall still talking to himself.*
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Post by HMARK Center on Aug 15, 2006 17:30:46 GMT -5
<The three members of the PR stand in the back in their ring gear, ready to go>
Moxie: Let's make this nice and quick. Generation Tech: although you may have our respect, don't expect our friendship or mercy any time soon. Tonight's match isn't just going to be another chapter in our little on-again, off-again competitive series...it's also going to be yet another chapter in what will become the magnum opus here in the EWT...the story of the Prophecy Reborn's Tag Team Title reign.
HMark: We said in our mission statement that part of what we wish to do is to show our followers in the crowds a level of competition that Tag Title matches have almost never seen before here in EWT. Spaz, Gas...you two fit the bill quite nicely for that part of our promise. And Spaz...<takes off sunglasses>...it'll be a honor, friend. First time for everything, right? <smiles>
Auraelia: Two stablemates ready to face each other for the World Title at the "Blandest Stage of All" against THIS well-oiled pain machine? <points to HMark and Moxie> Not tonight, GenTech. And THAT is the Gospel.
<The three walk off, ready for a battle>
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Post by HMARK Center on Aug 15, 2006 17:31:32 GMT -5
Bobby Cruise: The following match is scheduled for one fall with a 45 minute time limit, and it is for the EWT Tag Team Championships!
<the lights go low as some colored spotlights hit the entrance ramp>
PA system: REACH OUT AND TOUCH FAITH!
<The fans, already pumped for the title match, are on their feet as the challengers make their entrance>
BC: Introducing first, representing Generation Tech, from Buffalo, New York, weighing 323 pounds, Gasoline! And from Sydney, Australia, weighing 216 pounds, the EWT World Champion, SPAZ!
<The crowd pops loudly, with “SPAZ=CHAMP!” and “GAS-O-LINE!” chants going. Spaz and Gas make their way to the ring, but they seem to be keeping some distance from each other. They go in opposite directions to greet the fans at ringside, and as they get in the ring, they go to their respective corner, where they talk, but, by the looks of it, only about little bits of strategy, and not much else.>
<The arena goes dark as the spotlights begin moving in circular patterns when “Never Let Me Down Again” begins to play. The fans are again on their feet, pounding the guardrails, and the strobe light begins as the fanfare segues to “Clint Eastwood”>
BC: Their opponents, being accompanied by Auraelia, and weighing in at a total combined weight of 427 pounds, representing the Prophecy Reborn, they are the EWT Tag Team Champions, HitmanMark and Moxie!
<The PR appears on the ramp in their usual garb. Auraelia, however, is decked out in a sort of strange twist on a girl fairy tale dress, like something out of Alice in Wonderland. Moxie gets pumped, while HMark removes his hood, a slight smirk on his face.>
Dave Prazak: <on commentary> Here we go, another round in the Generation Tech/Prophecy Reborn rivalry! These two factions have crossed paths multiple times in recent months, both in tag and singles competition, but this will be the first time that they do while gold is at stake!
Lenny Leonard: <commentary> And here’s something I’m REALLY looking forward to: Spaz finally hooking it up with the PR! It’ll be great enough to see him tangle with Moxie, plus we have the added intrigue of HitmanMark, and his comments over recent shows about wanting a shot at Spaz’s World Title.
DP: Well, he can ask for that all he wants, but first he’ll have to prove he can step up to the champ, and this is his, and Mox’s, golden opportunity. But who’s to say that Spaz will even be champion in a few weeks’ time? Afterall, his challenger at Crapamania is no pushover, <camera focuses in on Gas>…you’re lookin’ at him, folks.
<The match begins with Moxie and Spaz. The two men trade a few verbal barbs before going for the lockup. Spaz immediately wrings Mox’s arm around into a wing-hold behind his back, and starts applying pressure. Moxie spreads his feet and crouches a bit to relieve some of the force, before dropping down, sliding backwards between Spaz’s legs, and flipping the World Champ over. Moxie dives on top for a quick pin, but Spaz responds quickly by turning him around into a headlock. Spaz clamps it on tightly, and Moxie begins to fight to get to his feet. Mox forces his way to the ropes, but as Spaz breaks the headlock, Mox lets loose a mule kick to Spaz’s stomach, doubling the champ over! Mox looks back, gauges some distance, and leaps to springboard off the second rope, going for an in-ring Asai moonsault, and connects! Wait! As they hit the mat, Spaz flips Moxie over, and re-cinches the headlock! Mox pounds his foot down on the mat in frustration, as he again must fight to his feet. As he does so, Spaz backs him into GenTech’s corner, where Gas gives Spaz a slap on the back for a tag. Spaz gets a bit of a peeved look over a tag like that, but quickly sets Moxie up in the corner so that Gas can drive knees into the PR member’s midsection.>
DP: Methodical approach so far from GenTech; they must’ve seen how the Prophecy wrestled it’s last title match, against the Connection, and are trying to force them into changing their gameplan.
<Gas looks confident as he uses his long limbs to his advantage, but as he goes to throw an elbow at the prone Moxie, Mox ducks out, kicks Gas HARD in the knee, and as the big man slumps, he immediately begins to unload on Gas with some rapid fire forearms and open-hand slaps to the chest! Mox, making some distance, does a backwards tumble to get back to his corner, where he tags in HMark, just as Gas tags out to Spaz!>
LL: Here we go! Another first time matchup!
<The crowd starts chanting as both men enter. HMark hangs back a second as Moxie tells him a few things; their first plan of attack clearly didn’t work, so a new one is in order. The two men meet in the center of the ring, a quick staredown ensuing. Some small trash talking goes on, but neither man seems eager to throw the first punch. After a few seconds, HMark stops, looks down, and rears back…and stops; Spaz has gone into a defensive position, and HMark immediately takes his legs out from under him, forcing him to the mat. HMark locks Spaz, who’s on his stomach, into a front facelock, before gliding over onto the World Champ’s back and beginning to pull on his face a bit, both for pain and a bit of insult to injury. Spaz fights back, struggling towards the ropes, but as he reaches, HMark pulls his arm back, pulls his OTHER arm back, and leans so that he’s seated on the mat, both of his feet driven into the backs of Spaz’s knees. HMark pulls back on Spaz’s arms, stretching him, putting pressure on all of his limbs and his midsection.>
HM: I’m comin’ for it, man, I’m comin’ for my belt!
Prazak: Spaz in a pretty brutal hold, but where is Gasoline?
<Gas is seen readjusting his boot; the laces were undone. When he looks up, his face turns into one of shock, as he quickly rushes in and puts the boots to HMark to break the hold. The ref forces him back, and as he does so, HMark goes to begin the attack again…but Spaz counters! As HMark goes for a go-behind, Spaz reverses, and tosses HMark back with a snap German Suplex, and rolls through, keeping HMark on the mat and locking him into a double-underhook front guillotine choke! Almost immediately, though, Moxie leaps over the top rope, and in one bounce, no wasted movement, he leaps up again, this time to hit a delayed dropkick to Spaz’s mush. The champ recoils, holding his jaw, and goes back to his corner, where he can be seen talking with his partner.>
Leonard: Doesn’t look like Spaz is too pleased with Gasoline right now! He saw how quickly Mox came in to save his partner, and how long it took for Gas to get him out of that hold HMark had him in!
<Gas looks surprised that he’s being reprimanded; Spaz isn’t yelling, but he’s clearly not happy. NEITHER man is happy as the PR comes charging from across the ring, clotheslining Spaz over the top rope before double-teaming to throw Gas into the ring! The champs double up on the big man, including Moxie kneeling behind him while HMark hits the ropes and comes back with a flying big boot, sending him reeling as he trips over Mox! Auraelia cheers on, but points behind her guys…as Spaz is back on the apron, and springboards off the top rope with a dropkick, a boot to each man’s chest!>
<The PR rolls out to regroup, while Spaz goes to Gas. The two seem to get a bit of clarity, and realize how much is on the line; Gas immediately runs and slides under the ropes, going right after the PR, distracting them just long enough as…>
DP: Spaz from the top rope with a Shooting Star Press to the outside!
<The crowd is abuzz as all four men fall to the floor, wiped out. Chants ring out in a general cacophony, and it’s Spaz who makes his way to his feet first. He rolls Moxie in, and goes for a pin!>
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<No! Mox with the kickout! Spaz lifts him up, and delivers a nasty knife edge chop; to which Mox immediately responds with a quick-as-lightening enziguri! Spaz stumbles and falls, as Gas makes his way into the ring. The big man immediately grabs Mox and tosses him, in a sort of Exploder Suplex variation. Mox lifts himself up in the corner, as Gas, from across the ring, measures him. The big man runs, preparing for a big Yakuza Kick; but at the last second, out of nowhere, HMark comes sailing in from the top rope, grabbing Gas and pulling him down with a neckbreaker! Pin!>
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<Kickout, but HMark immediately transitions over into going for Cattle Mutilation! Gas fights him, using his superior strength, but HMark transitions and goes for the Koji Klutch! AGAIN Gas fights it! The big man is moving, using his strength to begin climbing to his feet…so HMark AGAIN turns it back into Cattle Mutilation! Gas crashes face-first to the mat as HMark is finally able to lock in the hold. Gas struggles, his feet searching for the ropes, but his legs are facing towards the middle of the ring! The struggle goes on, HMark keeps it locked in…as Spaz comes off the ropes with a senton onto HMark’s exposed stomach! Spaz pops to his feet, pumped, and IMMEDIATELY eats a flying spinning heel-kick from Moxie!>
<Moxie quickly signals to HMark, and gets him to pick up Spaz, saying it’s time to end it! Moxie climbs the top rope as Auraelia cheers the guys on. It’s Necronomicon time!>
PR: <in unison with the crowd> Clatto! Verata! Nicto!
<As Moxie leaps off…Gas comes charging in! He levels HMark with a Yakuza, sending him flying into the turnbuckle, dropping Spaz. Moxie is still in double-stomp position, but Gas manages to catch him, and fling him back again, Exploder-style…but Moxie lands on his feet! Mox runs full steam ahead and hits a precision dropkick to Gas, sending the big man through the ropes. As he gets to his feet…Half Nelson Suplex by Spaz out of nowhere! Mox bounces back up, his eyes glaze over, and he falls right down to the mat! The World Champ goes for the pin, and a chance to be double champion!>
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<HMark quickly dives in to make the save! Moxie rolls to the floor, leaving HMark and Spaz to duke it out! The two men are slow getting up, but when they do, they begin a sick knife-edge chop exchange, the crowd cheering them on. HMark clutching his chest, changes it to a forearm shot, and Spaz responds just the same. A few blows later, and HMark reels, falling into the ropes…and bouncing back with a running forearm! Spaz reels…and returns the favor! HMark begins to reel…but stops and slaps the World Champ right across the face! Spaz’s eyes go wide as the two stare face-to-face, and before anyone knows what’s happening, fists are flying furiously, much to the delight of the crowd.>
<The two fight all around the ring, neither giving an inch, until Spaz manages to get behind HMark, putting him in position for a Tiger Suplex…which HMark counters! He shoots off Spaz to the ropes, Blue Thunder Driver!! PIN!>
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<Foot on the ropes! HMark can’t believe it, but he immediately rushes over to the turnbuckle. One, two, Double Jump Moonsault, but Spaz rolls out! HMark manages to land on his feet, but eats a VICIOUS lariat from the champion! PIN!>
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<Kickout, but Spaz goes right for the Sydney Cloverleaf! Some chants of “TAP! TAP! TAP!” ring out as Spaz rears back, cinching it in. Fighting hard, with Auraelia pounding the mat to get his adrenaline going, HMark forces himself up with his hands, trying to force his way out. It’s not looking good, when Moxie finally makes his way back in, hitting a VERY hard slap to Spaz’s back, breaking the hold! Gasoline is also slowly getting back in; nobody is moving very fast at the moment, as the match is taking it’s toll.>
<Moxie goes after Gasoline, but the Gas-Powered Monster responds, catching the smaller man and setting him up for a Sidewalk Slam. Instead, he shifts it up, and brings Mox down with a mean backbreaker, causing a yell of agony from the tag champion. Gas slowly gets back up, looks around, and calls for a Jacknife! The crowd pops in response, as Gas picks Moxie up, ready to finish it! He hefts him into the air, gets ready to slam him-NO! Moxie fights back! From way up high on Gas’s shoulders, Mox begins throwing punches, desperate to prevent the big man from finishing him off! Gas staggers and begins unknowingly backing towards the ropes, but stays up, unrelenting. Meanwhile, across the ring, Spaz and HMark are again going at it, exchanging blows once more. Spaz hits HMark with a clubbing forearm, but HMark, with a burst of energy, lets loose a nasty roar, before spinning and hitting a discus forearm, which dazes the World Champ, but doesn’t knock him down! HMark sees this, and hits the ropes, SPAZ HITS AN OVERHEAD BELLY TO BELLY!>
<HMark goes crashing…RIGHT INTO GASOLINE! The big man loses his balance, allowing him to fall back into the ropes; Mox uses the change to slap on a headscissors from his position high atop Mt. Gas, and bring the big man out to the floor with a hurricanrana! Gas is out, but Moxie goes with him, falling and smashing his head into the guardrail as he hits the floor! Auraelia quickly runs over to check on him, as Spaz looks on from the ring, not believing what he just accidentally did.>
<Spaz turns around…and HMark immediately locks him into a cravat, no, HERETIC’S DELIGHT COMBO! Backbreaker, Flatliner/ShellShock…but not a Koji Klutch! HMark rolls through, hefting himself and Spaz up, TIGER SUPLEX WITH A BRIDGE!>
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BC: The winners of this bout, and STILL EWT Tag Team Champions, HitmanMark aaaand Moxie!
Prazak: I don’t believe it! HitmanMark just pinned the World Champion to retain the Tag Team Titles!
Leonard: Believe it, Prazak! Although he certainly got more than a little bit of help from the confusion caused by what looked like a lack of communication there between the two Generation Tech members!
DP: Not a great sign for GenTech as a stable, but this will likely only serve as fuel, no pun intended, Gas, on the fire for Spaz vs. Gasoline at Crapamania!
LL: But what does this win mean for the Prophecy Reborn? World Title shots? Is it over with them and GenTech now that one of them won a title match against the other?
DP: You’ll have to excuse me, <sarcastically> maaaaan, but I REALLY doubt this thing is over!
<In the ring, Auraelia immediately rushes in to hug the dazed HMark, but rolls right back out to help Moxie to his feet. HMark reaches out and pulls his partner up, and the three members of the PR celebrate a win against their friendly rivals. The camera catches something else, though; Gas checks on Spaz for a second, and the camera catches what appears to be Spaz’s hand waving Gas away; it’s not easy to tell. Gas simply nods, and slowly rolls out of the ring, walking off. A few seconds later, Spaz collects himself, rolls out, is given his title, and also makes his way out; it doesn’t look like the two shared a word. The camera cuts back to the in-ring celebration as the scene shifts away from the ring…>
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Post by Gasoline: Gen. Tech Member on Aug 15, 2006 22:54:09 GMT -5
*Cut to Generation Tech's dressing room, where we see Gasoline in his street clothes putting on his shoes. Spaz enters the room still in his wrestling gear. He walks up to Gas*
Spaz: Man, what the hell were you trying to pull out there?!
Gas: What are you talking about?
Spaz: Oh, don't play dumb with me. You know damn well what I'm talking about.
Gas: I might, but you'll need to refresh my memory.
Spaz: When HitmanMark had me in that hold on the mat and you took forever to get in there and break it. Explain that.
Gas: Hey man, my shoelaces were untied. Didn't wanna trip out there and possibly tear a quad.
Spaz: Oh, that's bull and you know it. You knew exactly what you were doing- letting HMark soften me up for our match at Crap-a-mania. And you were nowhere to be found when I was getting pinned. I oughta kick your ass for pulling that stunt.
*At this, Gas stands up*
Gas: Look, pal, I know things got a little heated between us, but you had better calm down right now. Ain't nothing wrong with a little friendly competition. If something happens and you get a little hurt, well then, that's the way the cookie crumbles. It'll just make it that much easier for me to become the next EWT Champion.
Spaz: Heh, we'll see about that.
*Spaz walks off as Gas looks on with a smirk*
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Post by teamireland on Aug 16, 2006 16:38:38 GMT -5
Toni "The Garc" Garcya: The following tag team match is scheduled for one fall. *A Rocked-up version of "Amhrán na bhFiann" plays over the EWT sound system as Team Ireland make their way to the ring. All the members of the team are wearing Gaelic shirts with numbers printed on the back. Coach O’Hare is waving a Hurley with an Irish Tricolour attached to it. The team stop about halfway down the ramp and raise their arms in the air as green, white & gold pyro goes off behind them. Except O'Hare who is still angry with rage following his defeat at the hands of Keiko earlier in the week.*
Toni "The Garc" Garcya: Introducing first, at a combined weight of 413lbs, being accompanied by Coach O’Hare, proudly representing their home country of Ireland, Aidan Donnelly & Liam O’Neill. TEAM IRELAND!
*Some wacky jungle type music starts up as Kamala & Sika make thier way out. O'Hare, with a mic in hand doesn't even let them get halfway down the entrnce ramp before going off on a rant.*
O'Hare: ENOUGH! ENOUGH! THIS IS GETTING RIDICULOUS! WE'RE SICK & TIRED OF FACING TAG-TEAMS THAT ARE EITHER TOTALLY WASHED UP OR JUST COMPLETE JOKES! WHERE ARE THE TEAMS WE DESERVE TO FACE? WHY AREN'T WE PITTED AGAINST THE LIKES OF THE NATURALS, TEAM 3-D OR EVEN PROPHECY REBORN? INSTEAD WE HAVE TO FACE A COUPLE OF "SAVAGES"*finger quotes*? Lads, that's it we're out of here.
*As Team Ireland go to leave the ring Sika stops all three men with powerful headbutts & the Irishmen are tossed back in the ring. Kamala follows in as Sika goes to a corner. The three Team Ireland members are still left reeling in pain, clutching their heads. Liam O'Neill makes his way towards his own corner while Aidan Donnelly gets to his feet to start the match.*
DING-DING-DING!
Jerome "The Lord" East: You know, Coach O'Hare is absolutely right. Toom E. is feeding them nothing but rejects. The tag-team division here is crawling with talent & the best they've had to face is the Nyrds? Nick Russ: Need I remond you that the Nyrds are former tag-team champions? Besides which, Team Ireland requested that match. If they hadn't been so obsessed with forging alliances in the locker-room maybe they could've gone on to, as you might say, "superior opposition". But back to the match, did you see that headscissors by Donnelly?
*In the ring, Donnelly has indeed hit a spinning headscissors on Sika sending the big Samoan reeling. Sika is clearly unprepared for facing Aidan Donnelly's wrestling style. Sika charges at Donnelly, but the Team Ireland captain Baseball slides under the former Headshrinkers legs only to stand up & land a savate kick right to Sika's jaw. Sika is sent reeling back to Team Ireland's corner as Donnelly tags in Liam O'Neill. They go to work double teaming Sika. Donelly holds Sika's arms as O'Neill lands a kick to the big man's gut. Sika doubles over as a look of glee crosses O'Neill's face. He begins working over Sika's neck with a chinlock, really digging his knee into the back of the neck. Sika, obviously in pain, makes his way to his feet, working his way out of the hold. Once he does so, he grabs O'Neill's noggin & attempts another headbutt. From the outside, O'Hare hits the back of Sika's knees with his hurley, unseen by the ref, causing Sika to lose balance. O'Neill takes the opportunity to level Sika with an enzuguiri.*
Russ: How on earth can the referee have missed that? Team Ireland should be disqualified right now!
*O'Neill then picks Sika up & hits him with a series of swinging neckbreakers. before attempting to hitch him up in "The Celtic Knot". Kamala dashes in & puts an end to any attempt at such a move. Donnelly then enters the ring again in an attempt to fight off "The Ugandan Giant". Kamala lunges at Donnelly who backs off a little, but Kamala does nothing except pat his belly. Donnelly looks to Coach O'Hare in confusion. O'Hare merely shrugs. The referee attempts to get Donnelly & Kamala out of the ring. As he does so, O'Hare slides his hurley into O'Neill. A swing at Sika's head & a miss. O'Neill spins a full 360 degrees, hurley in hand. Sika stops O'Neill's spinning by grabbing the thicker end of the hurley & yanking it from his hands. The crowd begins to buzz as Sika brandishes the hurley at O'Neill who cowers in fear. Sika smashes the hurley over O'Neill's head... just as the referee turns back to see it.*
DING-DING-DING-DING-DING-DING-DING!
*"Amhrán na bhFiann" begins playing again.*
Toni "The Garc" Garcya: Here are your winners, as the result of a disqualification... TEAM IRELAND!
*Kamala enters the ring & is met with a running "Irish Destroyer" courtesy of Aidan Donnelly. Sika attempts to grab at Donnelly, but the captain of Team Ireland is just too quick for the slow-witted savage, darting out of the ring & dragging O'Neill's prone body with him.
Team Ireland retreat back up the ramp. O'Hare & Donnelly carrying Liam on their shoulders.*
*Cut to a promo for the Spaz/Gas match at Crap-A-Mania III...*
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Post by chanceconfidence on Aug 16, 2006 22:11:07 GMT -5
Announcer: The following contest is a qualifying match for the OX Division Challenge. The winner will go on to Crapmania III... to wrestle for a chance at the Ox Division Championship!
BEHOLD THE KING... THE KING OF KINGS...
Merc's music picks up first as heads down to the ring, looking ready to fight. The crowd gives a modest pop as he makes his way down the ramp.
Announcer: Introducing first, from Parts Unknown, weighing in at 305 pounds, Mercenary!
Merc quickly rolls into the ring, shadow boxing a bit in the air for some reason to warm up, as he then grabs the announcer's microphone.
Merc: Ya thats right all you idiots thought good old Merc was going to leave the EWT! Well you.........
Suddenly Merc is cut off as Sweetest Perfection starts up, the crowd immediately getting to booing as Merc's opponent heads out... as usual, wearing that damn headset microphone of his.
Chance: AND INTRODUCING HIS OPPONENT... one that I might add is light years ahead in all attributes of my opponent tonight... he weighs in currently at... 232 pounds... what can I say, I've been on a bit of a diet. He is the master of the universe... and then some... the next Toolshed AND Ox Division Champion... CHANCE... CONFIDENCE!!!
The crowd boos Chance mercilessly as he quickly removes his little microphone, tossing it across the ring, smacking good OL JR right on the head.
JR: BAH GAWD! What a heinous assault!
Chance looks all innocent, innocently shrugging his shoulder's as he flips into the ring, does his pre match handstand, hops down and looks over at Merc.The veteran doesn't seem very amused with his opponent.
The bell rings and the two meet in the center of the ring, Merc quickly locking on a side headlock, bouncing off the ropes and sending Chance flying, trying to catch him with a big boot which Chance rolls underneath, running back off the ropes and catching Merc with a Hurracanrana! Merc gets sent for a loop, getting back to his feet, shaking his head as Chance runs back at him, leaping up and nailing him with a jumping Enziguri to the back of the skull! He lands, kips up and takes Merc right over the top rope with a swift roundhouse kick to the face! Merc groans, landing outside the ring on his feet, a bit dazed. Chance quickly goes after, grabbing and sling-shotting through the ropes for a dropkick attempt, but Merc sidesteps, hitting Chance in mid swing with a boot to the face! Chance falls down to the floor on the outside as Merc quickly puts a few boots to his opponent softening him up. He lifts him up to his feet, walking over and slamming his skull right into the barricade! Chance clutches his face, as Merc slams it a second time. As Merc goes for a third time, Chance stops himself, hitting an elbow to the face of Merc... then leaping atop the barricade, launching himself with a a flying RVD Style Kick to a dazed Merc, sending him stumbling back towards the ring. Chance looks quite pleased with himself, taking this opportunity to taunt Merc. He walks over, rolling him back into the ring, following in after.
Merc lays on the mat, clutching his his skull which suffered that kick.Chance follows back in before the count out can finish, walking over to Merc and cockily twisting his foot right across his face, the crowd booing. Chance shrugs, proceeding to do it again... Merc grimacing a bit. Chance smirks, sitting Merc up and running off the ropes, coming back for a Rolling Neck Snap! Merc gasps in pain as Confidence goes for a cover. 1...2
Merc kicks out. Chance quickly sits his opponent back up again, laying into him with some nasty kicks, again on that neck area, the last one putting Merc back on his back. Chance again goes for the cover, this time utilizing a Bridged Pin. 1...2....
But again Merc manages to power out. Chance sighs visibly. He lifts Merc back to his feet, going for a Swinging Neckbreaker, but Merc blocks it with his foot, reversing it into a Vertical Suplex, slamming Chance hard into the mat! Merc quickly rolls him over, mounting and giving him a series of quick vicious fists. Chance is helpless to stop him, Merc eventually letting up.He hoists Chance to his feet, whipping him and catching him as he returns with a Tilt a Whirl Backbreaker. He goes for a cover attempt of his own. 1....2
Chance manages to kick out this time. Merc lifts Chance up, deciding to work on the back further, hoisting him up and applying an Abdominal Stretch. Chance cringes a bit, nowhere near the ropes. Merc continues to apply the stretch, putting further pressure on his opponent's back. Chance groans, trying to escape the submission, but Merc refuses to let up... applying even more pressure and desperately trying to get the victory. Eventually after a half minute of this submission, Merc let's up, tossing Chance to the ground and going for a pin. 1....2....
Chance manages to get the shoulder up. Merc hits the mat in frustration. He reaches back down, hoisting Confidence up to his feet, lifting him up for a second Vertical Suplex, only for Chance to fight out, dropping behind Merc and taking him down with a Reverse DDT! Merc lands hard on the mat, clutching his neck again as Confidence rolls away, taking this opportunity to recover for right now, clutching his aching back. Eventually, Chance is up before Merc, walking over and standing over his rising opponent. As soon as he gets up, Chance starts nailing him a series of lightning quick knife edge chops, right across the throat! Merc groans, stumbling back into the corner of the turnbuckle, as Chance doesn't stop there, he nails even more chops, Merc practically grasping it trying to protect himself from those nasty chops. Eventually... Chance lets up, backing up instead, charging forward and nailing an Akio Style Moonsault kick off of Merc, landing in front of him perfectly. Merc slumps down to the bottom of the turnbuckle as Chance cockily prods him with his boot, before using it to choke him, holding into the ropes for leverage as the crowd boos. Merc gasps for air, as eventually the referee tells Chance to let up.
Confidence does so, lifting Merc back up and setting him atop the turnbuckle, him now Sitting. Chance hops up after, going for a Frankensteiner... only for Merc to shove him off. Chance lands on his back rolling to his feet, as Merc leaps off for a Double Axe Handle attempt... only for Chance to quickly counter with a nasty kick right to the gut in midair. Merc groans, falling flat on the mat, clutching his ribs Confidence folds his arms as he cockily looks down at his fallen opponent, before leaping up and hitting a nasty double legged leg drop across the neck again. Merc groans, rolling onto his stomach as Confidence covers. 1....2....
NO! Merc manages to kick out, still showing plenty of fight.Chance sighs, rubbing his forehead a bit. He stands over Merc and grabbing him as he stands back him up, planting him with an Implant DDT, Merc practically landing on a headstand, before falling back to the mat. Chance again goes for a second cover. 1....2....
Again Merc refuses to give up, getting a shoulder up. Confidence looks absolutely pissed. He rises to his feet, recovering a bit more as Merc slowly rises to his feet, fighting tooth and nail. Confidence immediately jumps atop of him, in mid rise, locking on an Octopus Stretch! Merc gasps, struggling a bit again as Chance now applies this submission move, trying to keep the advantage and finish his opponent off. However, Merc struggles to hold on, trying to shake Confidence off of him now, to break this hold. However Chance is showing excellent balance and refuses to give in. The crowd begins to clap for Merc for some reason, cheering him on. Eventually Merc does it... throwing Chance off his back... falling to his knees and panting a bit. Chance lands on his back, clutching it again.
Both men now struggle to get up, nobody with a clear advantage on doing so. And eventually so, both men are back up. Chance attempts a kick to Merc, only for it to get caught! Merc counters by pulling him forward by it into a nasty lariat! Chance goes for a loop... literally! As he lands on the mat, Merc plays to the crowd a bit. He waits for Chance to get to his feet, which eventually he does so. Merc then proceeds to nail him with lefts and rights, dazing Confidence further as Merc winds up... nailing a vicious haymaker and taking Confidence back down! He drops for a cover. 1....2....
NO! Chance manages to kick out this time. Merc sighs, getting back to his feet and leaping up, going for a legdrop across the neck of Chance, only for him to roll out of the way! Merc groans, landing on his ass as Confidence struggles to recover once again. He gets to his feet, charging at Merc for a Shining Wizard, only to get pushed away! Chance lands on his feet, but barely. Merc meanwhile is back on his own, charging for a clotheline, which Chance quickly ducks... only for Merc to come back around for another one right across the back. Chance gasps in pain as Merc lifts him up, scooping him up and spinning him around, planting Chance with a High Angle Spinebuster! Chance cringes a bit, landing on his back again as Merc rolls him over, stomping across the area to soften him up further.He lifts him up one more time, whipping him hard into the turnbuckle as he walks over, setting him atop. Merc then signals for... yes, the Pay Off! He climbs up after, setting Chance up for that top rope piledriver... but Confidence like Merc earlier fights back. He hits a blind lowblow, dropping Merc to the ground, clutching the area on his feet. Confidence immediately leaps off and hits the Confidence Breaker! He immediately goes for a cover.... hook of the leg!
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NO!!! Merc gets the shoulder up! Chance can't believe it! The crowd can't believe it! Hell... Merc can't believe it either! Chance immediately starts arguing with the referee, looking absolutely pissed and complaining about a slow count. However, the referee shakes his head... claiming the count was fair. Angrily, Chance kicks the ropes, crossing his throat now and running towards the turnbuckle, only for Merc to trip him up in mid run, Chance's head planted right into the bottom turnbuckle. Merc slowly rises to his feet, clutching his skull after the Confidence Breaker... barely able to stand. He looks down at Confidence, looking pumped now as he grabs him, propping him up back first and sitting against the turnbuckle. He then backs up, halfway cross the ring... charging and going for a Running Boot!
But Chance has been playing possum, having recovered from Merck's trip up. He rolls from under a running Merc, who slams hard into the turnbuckle. He groans, clutching his ribs as Confidence is back up, charging forward and nailing... you guessed it the unnamed amazing undeniably awesome one of a kind... Flipping Stinger Splash! Merc groans, stumbling out of the corner, and right into a Downward Spiral from Confidence... who clutches his back again. He rolls Merc over... charging to the ropes, leaping atop and hitting a Confidence Booster! It connects... and Merc is down. The cover.
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It's over... Confidence wins this brutal match.
Announcer: Here is your winner... who will advance to the triple threat match... Chance Confidence!
Chance groans, quickly rolling out of the ring and looking pretty relieved this one is over. Merc groans, rising to his feet and slamming his head into the turnbuckle in frustration. If he hadn't went for that big move, he would've had this match... practically guranteed.
We cut to a screen of three unknown faces, where one is replaced by Chance Confidence. Who will be the next to qualify?
Fade to commercial
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