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Post by Mella Drom Attoc on Apr 11, 2007 19:47:33 GMT -5
Coming to Stage Near You...
Shiller: Coming Attractions Productions proudly presents the next musical product written by the famous musical actor himself, Lull Songstra!
*In words: STALIN ON ICE!*
Shiller: STALIN ON ICE!
*The words flash.*
Shiller: See the critically acclaimed show that has everyone saying a totally sweep at the Tony awards!
*In words:
“*****” - T. Cruis
“...It left me in tears!” - M. D. Attoc
“...THE GREATEST MUSICAL I EVER WROTE!” - L. Songstra*
Shiller: Come see the legendary songsmith in person as he performs as Stalin in what is sure to be one of the greatest performances of all time!
*In words: STALIN!*
Shiller: Featuring the chart toppers “The Allies Are My Friends, ...Maybe”, “Singin' In The Snow”, and “Gulags Are A Stalin's Best Friend!”!
*Flash to a platinum blonde, chinstrap bearded guy with a very fake black mustache and black wig on his head. He is wearing a very gaudy, shiny version of what one would expect Stalin to have worn.*
Shiller: If that doesn't interest you, then just listen to an excerpt from his masterfully written and performed song, “The Man of LaSteel”!
*Flash to Lull Songstra singing.*
“I AM THE MAN OF LA-STEEL,
I USE PROPAGANDA!
I AM ONE TO BE FEARED!
JUST LOOK AT MY BEARD!
PARANOIA AND MURDER ARE MY GAMES
WITH MY OWN INSANITY I'LL MAKE HUMANITY HANG THEIR HEADS IN SHAME!”
Shiller: So don't let this chance pass you by... COME SEE STALIN ON ICE!
*Flash to Lull in costume staring at the camera. He is singing, as always.*
Lull: COME TO MY UPCOMING SHOW IN YOUR STAGE OF *monotoned voice that is obvisously isn't Lull's* the EWT arena *back to Lull's singing voice* OR YOU'LL SUFFER A SOCIAL LIFE PURGE 'CUS EVERYONE ELSE WILL TALK ABOUT IT FOR YEARS TO COME!
*The camera fades on Lull trying to maintain an inviting smile.*
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Ragnal
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Post by Ragnal on Apr 11, 2007 21:13:46 GMT -5
And now, a CRAPAMANIA REWIND!
*Crapamania 2: The Controversial Scaffold Tables Match: Hillary Clitton (GND Champion) & Chrysta vs. Linda Ragnal & Oceanic)
Marc Lloyd: Dr. Clitton, you have never officially wrestled here in EWT to win a match. You have won by pure luck from your opponents mistakes.
Dr. Hillary Clitton: Luck? Luck? No, you imbecile. That was pure brains to retain what is rightfully mine. And oceanic has shown she has no brains. Why? Because I stand here holding the Girl Next Door Championship. And she stands here, never getting a shot. And you see, that isn’t brains. That is stupidty. Which is why I have decided that if oceanic can throw me off the Scaffold, she will become the #1 Contender to the Girl Next Door Championship. But the question is…can she do it?
* Dr. Clitton walks away, holding her championship belt over her shoulder, heading towards the ring.*
Announcer: This next contest is the Tables Scaffold Match. The only way to win is to get both opponents thrown off the scaffold & through the tables below. Making their way to the ring first is the team of Linda Ragnal & oceanic. And their opponents in this match, here is the team of the EWT Girl Next Door Champion Dr. Hillary Clitton & Chrysta.
* All 4 girls look up at the Scaffold as they slowly start to descend to the top. As the women reach the top, the bell sounds. All 4 women are about to lock up when oceanic gets nailed by a double axe-handle from Linda. Chrysta is about to charge as Dr. Clitton puts her arm up to stop her for a minute. Linda grabs oceanic & bodyslams her onto the scaffold. Linda stands on oceanic’s hair & starts pulling on her arms. Linda lifts up oceanic & hits her with a suplex. Linda grabs oceanic & runs her head into the metal portion of the scaffold, busting oceanic’s head open. Linda climbs the scaffold ladder to a higher platform on the scaffold, where she leaps off & nails a Down Pour on oceanic. Dr. Clitton gets to her feet & grabs oceanic, throwing her off the scaffold as she crashes through the tables below. Oceanic lay a bloody mess in the ring, the tables smashed around her. Dr. Clitton heads over to Linda, where she shakes her hand. Linda then turns around & nails Chrysta with the Girl Next Door Championship, causing Chrysta to stumble, lose her balance, & fall off the scaffold, crashing to the ring below. Dr. Clitton nods her head at Linda & Linda nods back, as both the Ragnals come down to ringside, placing a couple of mattresses in the ring. Linda jumps off the scaffold, landing on the mattresses as the bell rings. Dr. Clitton climbs down from the scaffold, grabbing the microphone from the ring announcer.*
Dr. Clitton: Well, well, well…as I said backstage…I have brains. And Linda here…she has brains, as well. But Chrysta & oceanic…far from brains. Far from even a high school education. And tonight, I shall surrender the EWT Girl Next Door Championship to the future of Women’s Wrestling…Linda Ragnal. I leave you all tonight, undefeated. And I give to you the NEW EWT Girl Next Door Champion, Linda Ragnal.
* Dr. Clitton places the belt on the shoulder of Linda Ragnal & shakes her hand, as her brothers hoist her up on their shoulders. Linda holds the EWT Girl Next Door Championship above her head for all to see, as fans boo & throw trash at what has just happened. Dr. Clitton heads backstage as a fan hands her a dozen roses. Dr. Clitton bows to all the fans, as they continue to boo her.*
* Marc Lloyd rushes up to Toomi Bischoff, who is standing backstage in the Gorilla Area waiting for Dr. Clitton to come backstage.*
ML: Mr. Bischoff sir, do you have any comments to say about what we just witnessed?
TB: Comments, comments, comments. That’s all you ever want. You want a comment? I will miss Dr. Clitton. She was a fighting champion. And Miss Ragnal has some big shoes to fill as EWT Girl Next Door Champion.*
* Dr. Clitton comes backstage & tosses the roses aside as Toomi Bischoff hugs her. Dr. Clitton wipes a tear from her eye as her & Bischoff hug. Dr. Clitton walks off into a limousine & gets in. The limo drives off as Toomi Bischoff speaks:*
TB: There goes the best damn Girl Next Door Champion ever.
* We cut back to the ring as they prepare for the Stretcher Match*
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Lily-Rose
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Post by Lily-Rose on Apr 11, 2007 21:30:34 GMT -5
*A blonde haired girl, sitting in the back of her limousine, is watching the Crapamania Rewind. After it finishes, she grabs a remote, and turns the set off. She slumps in her seat, thinking about what she just watched. The girl is none other than Lilly-Rose, famous recording rockstar.*
LILLY: So this is what their women's division used to consist of? An emo queen, two ocean lovers, and a fat hag? Just...wow.
*Lilly sits up and grabs her electric guitar, and starts to play with it, tuning it a bit.*
LILLY: You know what the problem was then, Lamar? Back then, there was no direction. It wasn't until a few months later after that big Submissions match that they knew ehrre to go. Then suddenly...just as soon as it started, it vanished. But now that there's been a big boom of new girls in EWT...I think it's definitely good that I'll be wrestling with them.
And all it took was a promise that I'd sing the national anthem.
*Lilly smiles as she continues fiddling with her guitar, apparently named Lamar.*
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Post by thecursedone on Apr 12, 2007 3:40:56 GMT -5
*Match bell rings to tell the Sesame Place crowd that a match is about to begin.* * Simon Scurvy's music plays. * *A very short and fat man in a cheap looking parrot suit bursts out from the EWT curtain, flapping his arms as he “soars” to right of the stage. He continues to flap his “wings”, leaving the EWT crowd very confused. But just then, a man in a very stereotypical pirate outfit walks out from the curtain and strikes the Captain Morgon pose.* Finkel: From Arrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrkansas, by way of the Sea... Weighting in at 226 lbs... Being accompanied to the ring by Polly.... SIMON SCURVY! Scurvy: ARRRRRRRRRR!!!! JBL: ...DAMN, DAMN, DAMN, DAMN! *Scurvy holds out his hand and Polly “flaps his wings” over to him excitedly to “land” on Simon's arm to “perch”. Simon struts down the ramp with a “pirate” like stagger, all the while Polly is “perched” on Simon's arm (walking behind him). He reaches the end of the ramp and reaches in his pocket with his free hand. He pulls out chocolate gold candy and throws it out into the crowd. He then lets out a big “pirate” laugh and finishes with a massive...* Scurvy: AAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!! JBL: Why won't this guy just go away? Cole: But, John, he's a crowd favorite. JBL: He's no favorite of mine, I'll assure you. *He climbs the steps of the stairs, “rests” Polly to “perch” on the turnbuckle, and unsheathes his plastic cutlass. He points it at the referee with reckless abandon, and just to let him know that he means business, Scurvy lets out a monstrous...* Scurvy: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!! *The his music ends. After a few seconds, the referee calls for the bell and lifts Scurvy's hand.* Finkel: AND YOUR WINNER OF THIS MATCH, SIMON SCURVY! JBL: WHAT?! WHAT JUST HAPPENED?! Cole: Apparently, Toom E. Dangerously set up Scurvy for two matches. JBL: YES, I'M FOR HIM GETTING HIS ASS KICKED BUT WHY DID HE JUST WIN?! Cole: He had no opponent for the first match. JBL: YOU HAVE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME! SO THANKS TO SOME SLIGHT ERROR, THIS NO TALENT FREAK GETS A FREE WIN?! Cole: Looks like. JBL: Did I die yesterday? Because I feel like I'm in hell. Cole: Oh come on, John. JBL: I ain't coming ANYWHERE with or near you, you fruity freak! Finkel: And NOW, FOR YOUR NEXT MATCH! * William Regal's theme begins to play over the EWT speakers. * JBL: Now here's someone that I'm proud to commentate matches for! Cole: William Regal? JBL: Yes, Regal you idiot! The fact that his man has not held a main title is down right a crime against humanity. Cole: Maybe that's because he hasn't been able to beat a champion in all his career. What about that, John? JBL: If you don't want a my $1,000 hat shoved down your throat, you best keep quiet for the rest of this match. *Regal comes from out of the bad wearing his Blue Blood robe and his trademark disgusted face. He begins to walk down the ramp, carrying himself with the highest of class.* Finkel: Currently in the ring... From Arrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrkansas, by way of the Sea... Weighting in at 226 lbs... Being accompanied to the ring by Polly.... SIMON SCURVY! And making his way down the ramp... From Blackpool, England... Weighting in at 245 lbs... WILLIAM REGAL! *As Regal goes to enter the ring via the stairs, he notices a blockage... Namely Polly's massive size. Regal decides to take walk around the ring, to avoid the creepy birdman. All the while he does that, Scurvy's cutlass point follows him. As Regal goes to enter, Scurvy rushes forward and lets out a massive...* Scurvy: AAARRRRRR!!!! Regal: BLOODY FOOL! Cole: *chuckles* JBL: You're enjoying this aren't you? Cole: Well, yes. Scurvy's funny! JBL: I hate you. *Regal's face contorts in a way to suggest that at the least, he is not happy with his opponent's actions. Regal has a few words for the referee.* Regal: You! You keep that bloody loony back! I WILL NOT BE BISMIRCHED WHILE I MAKE MY ENTRANCE!!! JBL: Look at the gall of Scurvy there! Cole: He's just having fun! JBL: At the expense of others? What kind of fun is that? *The referee holds the self proclaimed pirate back as Regal wipes his feet on the apron and then enters the ring. He motions for a mic.* Regal: Why is it that I have to be the one that has to put up with fake pirates!? Scurvy: AARRRR! I BE A REAL PIRATE!! JBL: Please. Regal: Lad, all you are really is a disgrace to your family and a disgrace to the legacy of this ring. Now, if you would kindly leave the ring, I will spare you from the beating you are about to receive. Scurvy: AAARRRRR! I BE HERE TO WIN!!!! Regal: Don't say I didn't warn you, young lad. *Regal takes off his coat and hands it off.* JBL: Do us all a favor, take him out Regal! Cole: Why do you hate Scurvy so bad? Scurvy: AAAAAAAARRRRRRRRR! JBL: DO YOU REALLY HAVE TO ASK?! *The referee rings calls for the bell and the match is under way! Regal tries to lock up with Scurvy but Scurvy dodges to the side and pokes him with the cutlass. Regal attempts it again and again is poked with the cutlass. Scurvy turns to Polly.* Scurvy: ARRRRR!! HOW AM I DOING, POLLY?! *Before Polly could “SQUAK!” to warn him, Regal hits a hard Neckbreaker on Scurvy. Scurvy goes limp on the ground, while Regal mounts him and repeatedly punches him in the face. Scurvy does little to protect himself. Regal lifts up Scurvy and hits a beautiful Butterfly Suplex on Scurvy. Scurvy gasps out in pain and rolls over to his hands and knees. Right in position for Regal to hit his stiff Knee Lift against the side of his head.* Cole: OH MY, SCURVY LOOKS TO BE IN A HARD WAY! JBL: YES, YES, YES! THIS IS WHAT I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR A LONG TIME! *Polly begins flapping his wings, sending feathers everywhere, and tries to get into the ring. The referee becomes distracted, which allows Scurvy some time to recover but it also allows Regal to “prepare” the Power of the Punch.* Cole: LOOK JOHN YOUR HERO, WILLIAM REGAL, IS TRYING TO CHEAT! JBL: I have no idea what you are talking about, he's just preparing for the best punch in the world. Cole: It's the best because of those damn BRASS KNUNKS! JBL: What are you talking about? *Scurvy begins to stir and stumbles around as Regal goes in for the kill. Just as Regal's about to swing, Scurvy stumbles out of the way. Regal misses and ends up turning his back to Scurvy, who locks in his dreaded Booty Grabber.* JBL: I just want to cry. Cole: Why's that John? JBL: THIS IS THE STATE THAT A RING GENERAL LIKE REGAL IS REDUCED TOO?! Cole: Oh it's not that bad! JBL: NOT THAT BAD?! HE HAS A GUY THAT THINKS HE'S A PIRATE PLAYING WITH HIS ASS! HOW IS THAT NOT BAD! Cole: It could be worse, John. JBL: ... I hate you. *Regal runs around, trying to break free and finally does, by propelling Scurvy into a turnbuckle. As Scurvy lies against the turnbuckle while Regal sets in for the kill, Polly STILL has the referee distracted. At the last moment, Scurvy lifts up an arm and Regal accidentally cracks himself on the forehead with his own move. He crumples down to the mat and Scurvy covers him.* JBL: NOO!!! NOOOOO! HE.... HE! HE CHEATED! Cole: And Regal didn't? JBL: SHUT UP, COLE! SHUT YOU BIASED MOUTH UP! *Polly jumps down and the referee begins the count.* 1! 2! 3! Finkel: AND YOUR WINNER OF THIS MATCH, SIMON SCURVY! Cole: SCURVY JUST WON TWO MATCHES IN A ROW! AMAZING! JBL: *grumbles.* Cole: What an amaz- *The lights flicker and a ghostly white ship appears on the Toomitron. After few seconds, everything does back to normal.* Cole: What was that? *Scurvy and Polly look equally confused as everyone else while the referee tries to revive a knocked out William Regal.* *Fade into commercial.*
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Post by Deleted on Apr 12, 2007 9:55:54 GMT -5
*The camera cuts to the three members of TJT as well as Jack--in their street clothes--following a large, familiar-looking man--the Midnight Mystery--as the five walk down the halls of the arena.*
*The four of TJT & J are in a whisper*
Jason: This is ridiculous. Why are we playing mommy to this big lunkhead?
Thunder: Yeah, soon we'll have to be changing his friggin' diaper and spanking him if he's a bad boy.
Jack: There's someone else here who should b--*elbow nudge from Jason*
Jason: What a flop this has been! Pelted by trash!
Thunder: Yeah...why did you bring this guy in, Terina? What do you POSSIBLY see in him?
Jack: Seriously, there's only one man you should ever se--*another elbow nudge from Jason*
Terina: Have you seen his indies matches?
Thunder: Naaah.
Jason: No.
Jack: Can I see y--*YET ANOTHER elbow nudge from Jason*
Terina: Well, the guy is a total freak.
Jack: Ah, so that kind of thing tu--*Jason backhands him in the back of the head*
Ah! Whatcha do that for?
Jason: You had a fly on your leg, hartard.
Jack: I did? How'd it get to my head.
*Jason clutches his head and shakes it back and forth.*
Thunder: Really now, Teri?
Terina: Absolutely. Remember Ironclad? Beat him in ten seconds.
Thunder: Hot damn, we've got a find!
Terina: You bet. Now if we can get past that attire of his--it's attrociou--
*The Mystery turns his head and looks at her as they continue to walk.*
Mystery: BRAAAAAAARGH!
*the four behind him flinch back*
Thunder: Easy big guy...
*All of a sudden, he abruptly stops and TJT & J nearly walk right into him. He looks at the door, a dumb expression visible on his mouth. He motions as if to kick it down. Lifting up his right leg--but Terina immediately ducks in front of the door.*
Mystery: BLAZAAAAAAZAAAAAAAAGH!
Terina: Wait! Let me just...open it...
*She opens the door and the Mystery comes in, the four others right behind him. As they continue in the room, Terina is suddenly startled by the presence of two men, dressed in black, armed with truncheons.
Terina: And who exactly are you two?
Guard one: "We were sent here by outer party member Indigo."
Thunder: Outstanding. Nothing quite like shee--er, we bring you a monster of a man, seen HERE. *Points to Mystery*
Guard two: The news is doubleplusbad. You see, THAT *points truncheon in the direction of Midnight Mystery* is not of mental standards to serve under BB.
*The Mystery looks around, simmering.*
Guard one: It's our duty that this, prole, unexist. Resistance is irrelivant.
*The two guards charge at the Midnight Mystery, attempting to club him with their truncheons. The first one gets a hit in on the right shoulder of the Mystery, only to be grabbed by the top of his head, the life getting squeezed out of him like a coconut. He yelps in pain, and the Mystery tosses him into a wall on the side, knocking him out. The other one has been put in a choke the whole time, violently swinging--only for the truncheon to be grabbed out of his hands and broken over his head. The Mystery raises him up in the air, holds him on his shoulders in a running powerslam position--and gives him a move similar to Emerald Fusion right through a nearby table. As the guard lay in a heap, he dusts off his hands.*
Jason: Yeah, I'm kind of NOT doubting him now, actually.
Mystery: QUAR?
Jason: You bet.
Mystery: DERMIF!
*TJT, Jack, and the Mystery suddenly hear clapping, the clapping sound approaches them, and the camera pans to reveal Christopher Indigo clapping.*
Jason: This was a setup, wasn't it?!
Indigo: You learn fast, Jason. This setup was more obvious than a boot stamp to the face.
Mystery: BLARG?
Terina: That too. Say....um, Mr. Indigo, you said something about a test?
Indigo: I did.
*looks to Mystery* This, this, Inner Party member passed.
*The five besides the Mystery laugh in an almost evil sort--though, TJT and Jack are actually laughing because of how the plan was swerved; Indigo seems more sinister--while the Midnight Mystery looks about, towering over the others. The camera fades away.*
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Ass Dan
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Have you seen me?
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Post by Ass Dan on Apr 12, 2007 16:14:56 GMT -5
The Midnight Mystery walks down a corridor. He runs into Joe One.
Mystery: DSGADIHPO!
He walks on. One puts his head in one of his hands.
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Post by Oceanic on Apr 12, 2007 16:23:05 GMT -5
The Fink: "The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is for the EWT Tri State Championship!"
As "Rose" pumps over the PA Juri comes out to a great ovation from the crowd. She slides under the bottom rope and raises both arms when she stands up.
The Fink: "Introducing first, the challenger! Currently residing in Osaka Japan and weighing in at 142lbs............BR JURI SADAMOTO!"
Juri makes a belt motion with her hands and stretches out in the corner as "From Sinking" comes on and the mood in the arena goes south.
The Fink: "And her opponent! From Kauai Hawaii and weighing in at 126lbs, she is the current Tri State Champion..............OCEANIC!"
As the dark blue lights accent the stage Oceanic walks out from the back with the Tri State title around her waist. She has a rather bored look on her face and in her left hand is a Carl's Jr. cup filled with yummy vanilla shake. She slowly walks down the ramp and walks up the ring steps. She enters the ring and looks over Juri, then rolls her eyes and shakes her head, dissapointed in her opponent for tonight as a ring side fan yells out some rather unflattering things. Oceanic rolls out of the ring and confronts the fan, takes one last drag from her shake, and splashes the rest of it in his face. She smiles and rolls back into the ring as the fan screams more epithets even louder. Juri looks on at Oceanic's antics, rather unimpressed herself. Oceanic takes her belt off and gives it to the time keeper and the bell rings to start this thing.
Juri steps out to the center of the ring and gets in a fighting stance as Oceanic sort of just wanders over to Juri and slaps her hand away. Juri gets irritated and tells Oceanic to get serious. Oceanic shrugs and gets in a half assed stance, totally undermining Juri's potential. Juri's had enough and she attempts to lock up but Oceanic side steps and trips her up. Juri falls on the mat and she scrambles back up to her feet to see Oceanic looking impatient. Juri goes to lock up again but Oceanic slaps her hands away and chops Juri across the chest, the sound echoing through the arena. Juri winces and takes a few steps back. Oceanic sees this and shakes her head again, telling the ref that this isn't even a contest. Oceanic goes for another chop but suddenly Juri ducks it and responds with a chop of her own, the sound echoing louder than Oceanic's chop. Juri chops her again and it staggers her back. Juri sends Oceanic into the ropes and leapfrogs over, then hits her with a hiptoss followed by an elbow drop. Oceanic grabs her chest and staggers up as Juri winds up and lands a Knife Edge Chop right across the chest that sends Oceanic back down to the mat again. Oceanic rolls out of the ring and takes five as Juri gives her the hairy eyeball. Oceanic walks around the ring, looking a bit peeved and rolls back in. She confronts Juri and they have some words to say to one another, which ends when Oceanic knees Juri in the stomach. Oceanic sends Juri into the ring post but Juri jumps up to the second buckle, jumps off, and takes Oceanic down with a lucha armdrag, followed up by a dropkick that once again sends Oceanic to the outside for a quick breather. Juri hits the ropes for a suicide dive but Oceanic sees her running and gets out of the way. No matter though as Juri handsprings into the ropes and backflips to the center of the ring. Juri stares down Oceanic from inside the ring as the champion seethes to herself and walks around the ring.
Juri, seeing her chance to play a little mind games of her own, stretches a bit and audibly yawns. Oceanic's eyes sends daggers back as she re-enters the ring to prevent from being counted out. Juri just glances over at her with a look of, “oh you're still here?” Oceanic quickly recovers her nerve and just shrugs off Juri again. Which prompts the firey redhead to get a little hot under the collar and causes her to jump the gun by attempting a Rose Lariato. Oceanic quickly ducks and catches her with a Spinning Heel Kick as she turns. Oceanic simply rolls her eyes and goes for the cover, only to be caught with a surprisingly flexible shin kick to the temple. Juri swiftly makes it to her feet just as Oceanic has finished recovering from the shunning blow.
Juri flashes a sneer at Oceanic who only bows her head slightly, perhaps suggesting that the Tri-State Champion will now take this match seriously. They lock up in the center of the ring, with Juri seeming to be the aggressor due her size advantage. But Oceanic turns it around and forces BR into the corner. She goes for a hard Knife Edge Chop. Juri gasps but before she could shield herself, she's chopped again. But before a third chop is thrown, BR blocks and hits a Knife Edged Chop right across Oceanic's face. BR throws another chop, this time at Oceanic's throat. And another one, to the chest. While BR may have Oceanic beat in chops, she is not out of the game just yet. One block from Oceanic completely opens up Juri for a combo of quick Elbow strikes and ends with a hard two knee combo to the sides.
Oceanic forces BR's head between her legs and calls for the Angel's Wings. But BR breaks the hold before her arms are under hooked and hits a Leg Sweep that trips Oceanic to the ground. She leaps back to her feet, in frustration, and attempts an Outside Crescent Kick that is dodged. In doing such a maneuver, she leaves herself open for the Broken Stem Driver #1. Oceanic's back bends against Juri's knees in a highly uncomfortable angle. She rolls off and attempts to regain her breath. While BR is using the time as a recovery time from the hard Thai shots from Oceanic. Juri gets her breath back and goes for a cover.
1.................. 2...................
Oceanic kicks out. Juri sends Oceanic into the ropes and connects with the Ro-zu Thorn. Oceanic hits the mat and Juri climbs up to the top turnbuckles. BR points up in the air, indicating what's coming up next. Oceanic stands up and turns around to see Juri leap off the top with the TIMFA. She sees it coming though and ducks it, sendin Juri driving both knees right into the mat. Juri grabs her knees in pain and rolls on the mat as Oceanic looks on, leaning against the ropes to regroup herself. Juri tries to stand up but she's very wobbly, which gives Oceanic the opening she needs. Oceanic runs up behind Juri and clips her knees with a diving shoulder block. Juri hits the deck again, grabbing her knees and Oceanic lets her have it. She grabs Juri's leg and kicks at the knee joint and does the same with the other leg. Oceanic stands Juri up but she's very wobbly, which Oceanic cures by hitting the ropes and nailing a dropkick to the front of both knees. Oceanic then locks Juri in the Gorilla Clutch Hold and squeezes it in. Juri's face shows she's in great pain and tries to inch her way over to the ropes. Slowly Juri inches her way over, almost grabbing the bottom rope but Oceanic, who was watching her the whole time, simply walks backwards to the center of the ring and locks the hold in tighter by dropping down on her back and wrapping her legs around Juri so she's grounded. Juri squirms and fights it as much as she can but Oceanic has the hold in tight. The referee asks if Juri wants to give it up but Juri says no and still tries to fight out of it. Oceanic won't give up so easily either and she simply squeezes even tighter until finally Juri has no other option but to tap out. To tap out but she doesn't. The referee, seeing that she has no way of winning, calls for the bell. The bell rings and here's the announcement.
The Fink: "Ladies and gentleman, the referee has stopped the match! Here is your winner and still EWT Tri State Champion.........................OCEANIC!"
Oceanic keeps the Gorilla Clutch Hold applied even after the bell rings and the referee tells her to let go, which she does when she bloody well feels like it. Oceanic stands up and takes her title belt from the time keeper and walks back over to Juri, dangling the Tri State title over her head and wags her finger "no" like Dikembe Mutumbo as Juri tries to stand up. Oceanic then turns and leaves the ring to the mutual disgust of the crowd and disappears in the back. Meanwhile Juri is being helped up by the referee and although she appears a little shakey she can walk to the back under her own power. The fans give her a nice ovation as she slowly walks to the back.
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Post by Rick Raskall on Apr 12, 2007 17:09:11 GMT -5
Rick Raskall is in his fancy locker room, watching the recap of the Marcus Trunk vs. Tutor Tyreese match.
Raskall: Figures. Can't even get people to do my dirty work properly. I knew it was a mistake to get involved with this tournament.
Meanwhile, a janitor walks by the door carrying a garbage can. He stops in front of the door, and the can opens up. Oscar the Grouch sticks his head out of the can.
Oscar: Damn dude, lighten the hell up.
Oscar closes his can as the janitor carries him off.
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Maelstrom
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The Tide Will Turn!
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Post by Maelstrom on Apr 12, 2007 17:59:49 GMT -5
We come back from the commercial break and arrive at ringside. The lights dim low and smoke begins to gather at the entrance and then rise towards the ceiling. "Apocalypse Please" by Muse can be heard and the crowd begins to boo. Suddenly the smoke explodes and out walks Maelstrom, he looks like he means business as he heads to the ring. He enters the ring and grabs the microphone. The fans continue to vent there hate towards Maelstrom but he begins to speak anyway.
MAELSTROM: Shout your jeers and taunts to someone who gives a damm, I've been engulfed in the teeth of the beast and still been able to walk back to this ring. You bratty teenagers think your going to make me leave?
The crowd boos even louder, much to Maelstrom's annoyance. He waits for them to quieten a bit before continuing.
MAELSTROM: That's right listen to me! ... Listen to the oncoming wave that is returning to wash away the problems this place has afflicted itself with over the last month.
The crowd continues to boo, Maelstrom continues
MAELSTROM: That's right, I'm talking about a lack of respect that has taken hold of the EWT and the wrestlers backstage! Since returning I have seen yougsters walking around like they own the place, prestigous titles being left to waste and unworthy individuals being given opportunities that some wrestlers have worked hard for two years or more to achieve.
Maelstrom pauses to let his words be heard clearly
MAELSTROM: Let me take you on a journey back up stream a year and a half ago. Back then titles meant something, back then the EWT Tri-State title was defended in ladder matches, hell in a cells and against competitors who wanted to hold that belt like it was the last pearl from the sea. Now all that is left is the pearl who holds the Tri-State title Oceanic. She wants competition for that belt and I damm well want to see it happen soon. The Tri-State Title demands it, former EWT World Heavyweight champions have held that belt DSR, Merc and Mike Ragnal. So Virus and anyone else when your ready to be real competitors Oceanic will see you in that ring and beat you like she beat Mike Ragnal to win the gold in the first place!
The crowd boos loudly but Maelstrom is still building things up and isn't about to leave.
MAELSTROM: Speaking of titles, I have noticed that Mike Ragnal is defending my EWT World Heavyweight Title against one man and some sea coral at Crap-a-Mania 4.
The crowd doesn't take kindly to Maelstrom's cheap shots. Maelstrom however appears to be remaining clam.
MAELSTROM: That is fine, you three have yourselves a nice table match under the spotlight of the main event. Just remember that after Crap-a-Mania 4 I'm coming back for the gold I never lost and I don't care who has it, because I'm going to crush that man under the waves and bring the gold back to the centre of the Whirlpool!
The crowd boos, but Maelstrom is still not finished
MAELSTROM: That just leaves me with one last issue, I don't have a match this week. Yes it seems the powers above decided to leave Maelstrom without a match, I'm sure they are just too busy monitoring that three man stable tournament. Don't worry it is not a problem as I will simply find someone to send to a watery abyss. I'm sure someone will cross my path back there and wish they hadn't, and then ...
Maelstrom pauses an evil expression on his face, the crowd boos loudly
MAELSTROM: There Tide Will Turn!!
Maelstrom throws the mike away and walks to the back, his music plays as he goes
(cut to commercial)
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Post by radicalbuttercup on Apr 12, 2007 18:01:00 GMT -5
Fans are lined up outside of an arena waiting to purchase tickets to an upcoming EWT event. All of them are chattering away, yap yap yaping, flapping their gums and etc etc! The sound of an accordion being played in a terrible manner soon breaks up all the conversations.
??: "Broads and jerks! Brats and kittens! If I may have ya attention please!"
A colorful van rolls up beside the fans......but that's not all! Following along are clowns! Stilt-Walkers! Bearded ladies! Strong Men! Other assorted circusy type people! Atop the van is someone who may be familiar with EWT audience but has not been seen in some time. Wearing a pair of light blue arm warmers with bright yellow stars on them. Need a hint? Wild, rainbow colored hair! She plays a few more notes on the accordion before tossing it over her shoulder. Casting a finger skywards, speaking in a shrill, high pitched voice into a megaphone
Madison: "My name is Madison The Clown Girl! ...You may remember me! .....YES! Applause! Applause! Happy!"
She takes a few quick bows before bringing the megaphone back to her lips
Madison: "I am here for a very special reason! To let you all know that HE is coming! Coming to slap a smile on all of your stoooopid, chubby, dirty faces!"
The man who is driving the van, who just happens to be 6'6'' and clad in a pink bunny costume covered in red stains takes a sharp turn
Madison: "Very soon your boring little lives will be filled with excitement! And joy! ....And EXCRUCIATING, MIND NUMBING pain! ..HE is coming! He's great! And wonderful! Aaaaaaand as hot as the sun! HE is coming! ...Have a happy!"
She beams a cheerful but insane grin as the van begins to speed up. Bending over she reaches down into a box and tosses a few propaganda pamphlets into the air. The fans reach and snatch them up. The image on the pamphlets is that of a rather odd, shrouded, jester like fellow.........
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Post by Hulkshi Tanahashi on Apr 12, 2007 22:04:35 GMT -5
Sum Guy: I’m Sum Guy, and I’m here with a man who won’t call me by my real name: “The Comedian” Bobby Riggs.
*The Comedian walks up to Sum Guy. He is angry. The two are in silence for a minute until Riggs breaks it.*
Comedian: WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU STARIN’ AT!!!!?
Sum Guy: You.
Comedian: Well, good! I don’t like it when interviewers don’t pay attention to the interviewees.
Sum Guy: Well, I’m a professional.
Comedian: You don’t need to tell me, Mr. McGee!
Sum Guy: Okay. Anyway, to topic at hand: on your latest edition of the Comedian’s Comedy Club, you were attacked by Axel Halaway and Jobby McJobberston. Do you care to comment on that?
*The Comedian stares at Sum Guy for a few seconds. Then, he speaks.*
Comedian: What kind of inconsiderate and despicable JACKASSES attack a talk show host on his VERY OWN TALK SHOW!!!!?
Sum Guy, nervously: You do.
Comedian, staring a hole into Sum Guy: WHAT!!!!?
Sum Guy: You do…well, did. Remember? You attacked Jay Leno on the Tonight Show.
Comedian: Oh yeah! I did! Haha! I remember! I punched him in the nose and said, “You don’t NOSE comedy like I NOSE comedy!” That was hilarious! Also, good for you, Mr. McGee. You remembered an obscure little fact that other people in other wrestling promotions would have ignored, which would have infuriated the smart wrestling fans who watch said wrestling promotions, and they would have gone on their computers to complain about it and then look for nude photos of the latest it girl because they are sad, pathetic losers.
Sum Guy: That’s a little harsh.
Comedian: I’M A COMEDIAN; I TELL IT LIKE IT IS!!!!
Sum Guy: Okay. Well, back on topic, do you have anything to say to Mr. Halaway and Mr. Jobberston?
Comedian: Yes, I do. Be careful. Because, you never when you might slip on a banana peel, sit on a chair with superglue on it, or get run over by a white hummer. And, remember this one little thing about me: I don’t forgive and SURE AS HELL don’t forget!!!!
Sum Guy: Okay. Also on that edition of the Comedian’s Comedy Club, you said you were going to look for a manager?
Comedian: Yes, I did. I had a lot luck with a manager in my corner during my Captains Match in the Barclays Unofficial Trios Tournament. And, after what happened to me on my own show, I felt it was imperative that I procure the services a manager to watch my back and make sure that things like that never, EVER happen again.
Sum Guy: Well, who will that manager be?
Comedian: I haven’t determined that yet. First, I will gather some candidates, and then I will put those candidates through a rigorous set of tests. Whoever gave pass those tests with flying colors will become my new manager.
Sum Guy: Okay, now, one last thing, I was wondering if you could answer some questions about your past.
Comedian: NO MORE QUESTIONS!!!!
*The Comedian pushes Sum Guy out of his way and walks off in a huff.*
Sum Guy: I need a raise! I don’t get paid enough to put up with this crap!
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Post by B.A. on Apr 12, 2007 22:47:18 GMT -5
*bell rings*
Eddie Omega...versues the Comedian Bobby Riggs. Eddie has a smirk on his face and he's super confident that he'll win this match in a record time. Both men are circling each other and he's looking in their eyes. Collar elbow tie up by both men. Eddie is two inches shorter then the Comedian but he's extremely inexperienced. Eddie drops to his knees and takes down the big man and gets him in a headlock. The ref is checking on the Comedian. Ref is signaling no but Eddie applies pressure. He lets go and mounts him punching him again and again. Eddie is looking for an armbar and gets it but the Comedian gets his leg on the ropes. The ref forces them to break up and Eddie gets up and looks to the crowd. The crowd starts hissing at Eddie causing Eddie to look again and flipping off a female in the crowd. The Comedian does an collar elbow tie up with Eddie giving him a stiff knife edge chop which knocks Eddie back and he gives him another one. He irish whips Eddie and he's bounces off doing a flying clothesline to Omega..quick pin
Ref: 1.....2...
Eddie kicks out and Riggs gets a sleeper in and Eddie is getting checked by the ref. Both men don't care about the rules much so this should be a heelish match. Eddie gets up on both legs and elbows him in the stomach, causing him to let go. He runs into the ropes, ducks a clothesline, kicks Riggs and does a ddt to him getting up quickly after that and doing a quick look to the audience.
Omega is standing back in the corner waiting for the Comedian to get up, but he staggers in the corner. Eddie runs and does a jumping knee to him and begins the Pi Kappa Slappa ending with a viscious kick to the mid section. He picks the Comedian up and kicks him again but he catches Omega's leg, throws it down, kicks Omega and does a cradle piledriver to him after he spun around. Omega is out,
ref: 1.....2.....3..
No! Eddie kicks out and the Comedian cusses at him which causes the ref to get in his face. Eddie is still out and the Comedian picks up Omega and tosses him out of the ring. He gets on the rope as Eddie is getting to his feet on the outside and he does a suicide dive but Omega moves and the rookie crashes to the outside. Eddie is holding his head and he rolls in the ring but before he does, he pushes the camera man out the way almost punching him.The ref begins his countout...
Ref: 1...2...3..4.......5......6.....7.........8....
The Comedian gets back in and Eddie does a pin.
Ref: 1...2..
Eddie is stunned but he gets up and just stomps the Comedian over and over which makes the rookie even madder. He gets up and Omega goes over for a double arm smash but the Comedian moves and kicks Eddie, running against the ropes and doing a move in the shades of Marcus Cor Von..The Pounce.
Eddie bounces off the ropes and is delirium. He's getting worn out by someone who just won't quick. He tries to get up but the Comedian takes his legs out and begins choking Omega. The ref tries to pull him off but he won't stop. The ref comes over again and tries to take him off and does it successfully but he stumbles and falls back. Eddie crawls over to the ropes and brings himself up to his feet but he looks towards the outside and sees a plan. He goes on the outside and waits for Riggs to come up when. When Riggs comes on the outside, Eddie does a low blow with such force that Riggs has tears in his eyes. He sees the cameraman coming over and he takes the cord that they have attached to the camera and ties the Comedian's legs to it and wrapping it around the ringpost.
Eddie gives him a peace sign and slides back in the ring sly as ever. The ref was getting to his feet and didn't see this but he sees the comedian in pain on the outside as he begins his count
Ref: 1....2.....3..4.......5....6..
Riggs gets up but trips, he then notices his leg is tied but the ref doesn't see this.
Ref: 7....8....9....
Riggs manages to untie himself and slide into the ring but its right after the ref gets to 10 as the rookie is too tired to get to Omega. Eddie laughs as he leaves the ring through the ropes..
Lillian: and your winner....by countout...Eddie Oooomega!
Eddie has a grin on his face as he shows the letter 'L' to the Comedian signifying loser. He outsmarts another one as the rookie doesn't know his tricks and it'll go in the book as a win for Eddie.
Eddie: Laugh about that one!
*camera fades*
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Post by Bedlam LadyD on Apr 13, 2007 0:24:31 GMT -5
Joe Ragnal is waiting around the backstage area of Sesame Place, watching the stagehands walk by "Boy, ya'd think I'd be seeing Dave Goelz or something. I love that Gonzo voice he does."
Synthy notices him as she turns the corner. She overhears him talking to- no one. "Gonzo? Wasn't he the wacked out blue thing the with HHH-esque shnozz?" Joe turns around, raising an eyebrow at Synthy. "Triple H nose? Ya really think so?"
Synthy shrugs, and flicks a bit of dust off of her shoulder. "I can't possibly be the only chick who thought that. The nose took attention from the rest of his face. Which, granted, isn't too bad of a thing but- why the fahell are we talking about a muppet?" Joe holds his arms out, and spins around for a moment. "Doncha see where we are? Sesame Place. Sooner or later you gotta see-" Joe stops, and thinks about it for a second. "Wait...wait, yeah, I forgot. The Hensons sold everything but Sesame Street to Disney. Morons."
Synthy responds with a shake of her head. "All of my favorites were on the Muppet Show. Fozzy Bear, Kermit, Miss Piggy....the only exception being was The Count." This time, her eyebrow raises. "Which is odd, considering I loathe numbers..." Joe reaches into his coat pocket and pulls out a bag of Reeses Pieces, pouring some into his hand as Synthy talks. "Hey, the Count's badass, what can I say? I mean, c'mon, if it wasn't for him, I'd never get through math class." He holds his hand out, offering some Reese's to Synthy.
Hesitantly, she accepts them. "I haven't had a Reese's in, like, forever. And fair enough with the math comment. Numbers bite the big one..."She pops a few in her month, wondering why she's feeling social. "Yeah, but these were all the vending machine had. No peanut butter cups." He swallows, and then takes off his shades as he looks at Synthy. "Yanno, there was another reason I wanted to be your manager." Synthy's eyes narrow behind her sunglasses. She did indeed know that something was bound to be up. "...What reason would that be? I already took care of Flora..." Synthy's left eye visibly twitches, even behind her sunglasses. "Mr. Ragnal, I'm a nutcase, I admit it, but I don't do the whole 'fun' nuttiness thing. Although, being as truthful as I am, that's decently clever."
"I see, I see." Joe said, as he nodded his head. "Still, you could learn a thing or two. There's prolly a few moves or so I could teach you that you never even knew you could do." Joe turns his head an mutters under his breath, "Also, if Mike and Linda can mentor, why the hell can't I?"
Synthy thinks about this for a moment. "....You're not going to try to teach how to be a 'lady' are you? Because I'd have to hurt you if that was the truth. I'm not, nor ever will be, a damned girly-goody-two-shoes good for nothing, primped out princess." She pops the last bit of Reeses into her mouth and places her hands on her hips, her head tilted to the side.
Joe holds his hands out to settle Synthy down. "First of all, what part of Fully Unrehearsed Nuttiness claims that I'm Mr. Proper Etiquette? Second, no, I'm not doing that, because I already got the jist that you hate those kinds of people. All I'm doing, per se, is aiming to help you get ahead of the other girls once someone finally brings back that Girl Next Door Championship. Ya dig?" Synthy let's out a minor sigh of relief. She peers over her sunglasses to Joe, her eyes unwavering. She always stares people in the eyes when speaking to them. "Load, shoot, point for you, I s'pose. But why me? Judging from earlier comments, it seems you think I could get that hideously named Championship on my own. Not that I don't...appreciate it, you understand."
"Something about you, that's all. And no, I don't mean in a luvy-dovy sorta deal, cuz I already have a girlfriend." He sticks his tongue out at Synthy before continuing on. "I'm saying there's something about you that makes me realize that you're gonna be that next shining star. That you're gonna be that first girl since my 'supposed' sister Chrysta up and left the place. As far as the name...you'll get used to it. Linda and Oceanic did." Synthy nearly sticks her tongue out herself, but keeps herself in check. "..Linda is your sister, Oceanic's the sea-urchin, and Chrysta was the Ice Queen. I'm amazed you think I have enough ability to even be mentioned with the others. I know I'm talented, but none of the EWT locker room has seen my 'work', unless you've seen me from my Indy days. But seriously...there's something about the title that screams 'Diva' to me.."
Joe just shrugs at the last remark. "Different strokes, as they say. But seriously, if you don't think I'm right in saying your name under the same breath as Linda, Carla O. Woe, Oceanic, or even Rosa, then let's set up a match for you at Crapamania to prove that you got the touch. That you got the power." Joe pauses for a second, and then laughs to himself. "Heh, made a Transformers reference without realizing it."
Synthy smacks herself in the forehead, and shakes it as Joe's humor. "That show always moderately disturbed me personally.. Also, the whole 'match' thing, may be a problem...but I wanna hear your idea before I say anything." Her face hides traces of a curious smile.
"Simple. Find one of the other girls on EWT, be it Terina, Ivy, Clown Girl, Keiko, or whoever else there is. Talk to them, maybe set up a match. Friendly fight, boiling heat with them, whatever reason you feel the need to wrestle them. I've watched their matches a bit, the Submission match from DMW especially, and I can tell ya, you yourself would enjoy the rush coming out of the matches. Linda and Carla, they always put on great matches. All of them, actually, including whenever the match had a Frozen Code stipulation." Joe takes in a deep breath from explaining so much, and too much perhaps.
Synthy notices the discomfort that disturbs the surface of his voice, but decides against persuing the subject. Why waste time with personal issues? It would simply lead to answers about her own. And she was in too damn good of a mood to do that at the moment. Although the curiosity about whatever Frozen Code was lingered. "Um, actually, Mr. Ragnal? I already have a match. "A-buh?" Joe replied, with a look on his face saying, "Then why'd I just spend all that time talking?"
Synthy's infamous smirk crawls onto her face. "I was simply wondering what your first idea handed to me would be. It was decent, but not nearly so swell as the one I have planned." She pulls her sunglasses back into her hair, eyes shining and finally in full view.
"Ah," said Joe. "Well, ya mind sharing?" "Of course. It's against the undoubtedly most popular female on the roster. The Broken Rose of Japan....Juri Sadamoto. In a WWE Disapproves Women's Exhibition."
Joe nods at the odd name for the match, but goes with it. "That's good. Juri's definitely a good first opponent to go with in EWT. Beats Ashley or any one of those airheads I had to deal with." Synthy lets out a peal of laughter, rather nice for the first time anyone in EWT has heard her laugh. "You had to deal with them? I'm supposed to be proving my credibiltiy, and I get stuck with women so Plastic, Cher still looks realistic."
“Other acceptable knocks would have been Joan Rivers, but I’ll deal.” Joe checks his watch, then goes back to Synthy. “So how about we talk strategy, then? Over lunch, on me.” Synthy's hand raises to her chin, a tiny broken heart tattoo slightly noticeable on the left ring finger. "Fine. As long as lunch isn’t McDonald's. I've had enough of that grease to last me years. For some reason, I'm guessing you're a tad bit higher up then the dollar menu though."
Joe looks a little nervous for a moment, but then smiles and waves the idea off. "Nah, just some Red Lobster. I heard they got a nice deal on popcorn shrimp." Synthy smiles, privately cracking up at him. "Sounds good to me. By the way, you don't mind if I refer to you as Joe, instead of Mr. Ragnal do ya? That title sounds like it belongs to your brother. It's a bit...mature sounding."
Joe gives Synthy the thumbs up. "I got no problem with it. Besides, Mr. Ragnal just doesn't have a good ring to it." Synthy puts her sunglasses back on and stretches. "So what exactly do you have planned for CAM? I've been too distracted to pay much attention..." She starts walking. "You coming?"
Joe rushes up to Synthy. "Yeah, yeah. Here's what I had in mind..." As Joe talks quietly, his hands in movement while he and Synthy head out, the scene fades to black.
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Post by Oak: Certified Jade Hater on Apr 13, 2007 1:20:06 GMT -5
Chad Michaels wakes up in the Rated X locker room, watching Marcus Saxton and Mike Corral play cards.
Marcus: Gimmie three cards.
Chad gets up a bit, holding his head. He stumbles over to where Marcus and Mike are, moving a bit slowly.
Chad: What the hell happened?
Marcus: You got drunk on Sunday, drunk again on Monday, drank your weight in liquor on Tuesday, and barfed every 5 minutes.
Chad: Gnarly.
Marcus: ....... *To Mike* Can I have the three cards please?
Chad: So, what did I miss?
Marcus: Mike's in a match against Joe One and Mike Ragnal at Crap-A-Mania, and we had our match against Demolition.
Chad: What match?
Marcus: Basically they didn't show up, so we won by default.
Chad: Cool.
Marcus: And.... Synthy and Joe are going on a fake date.
Chad: A what?
Marcus: Joe and Synthy are going to Red Lobster right now to "talk".
Chad just sighs, grabbing another beer.
Chad: Wake me up when this nightmare's over.
Marcus: Or you could go and confront them.
Chad: That I could. Later.
Chad walks out of the door, using the walls to keep himself standing.
Marcus: He won't make it twenty feet will he?
Mike just looks at Marcus before shaking his head, indicating "No, he'll be lucky to make it 10 feet."
Marcus: Thought so. Gimme three.....
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Post by crauswell on Apr 13, 2007 3:28:27 GMT -5
We slowly fade in from commercial, as we see Sum Guy chatting it up with Hoss Matthews for some odd reason, Matthews almost completely uninterested.
Sum: So then I went to the doctor and he told me... stop calling me. I didn't have the flu... I didn't have a cold... I didn't have the measles... I didn't have chickenpox. So I said, but doc, I'm feeling so sick ALL THE TIME! There's gotta be something wrong with me. Then he said "Yep... there is. You have no life and you work in a dead end job"
Hoss: What... how'd he know that?
Sum: Well... I used to call him every night and I'd tell him all about my day... well, until he finally went and got his number changed and unlisted. I still stop by the office to say hi though... and tell him about what else ails me.
Hoss looks at Sum, shaking his head slowly.
Hoss: Good god your a mess... I guess the reason you still work here is Toomi feeling so sorry for ya.
Sum: What do ya mean... Toom ioves me! He sent me a letter, saying that I was wired. Don't what that means but...
Suddenly, the sound of footsteps is heard, as Sum and Hoss turn around... Sum's eye going wide, as a kangaroo is staring right at his face. More precisely, it's that "Boundin" Bobby Jones guy, who says nothing. Bringing up the rear are the bear, wolf, and of course... Craus himself, walking side by side with his... apparently skunk mate.Sum looks at Hoss quickly.
Sum: Well... nice chatting with ya! I'm gonna go wet myself now... BYE! Instantly Sum charges away, as Hoss watches, then turning and looking at Craus, shaking his head again as he looks at the ground.
Hoss: Oh no... not you. Crauswell walks forward, dragging his "mate" along as he stops, glaring right down at Hoss's face. His entourage stands silently behind, simply watching.
Crauswell: Oh no... not me you say? What exactly does that entail you pathetic waste of flesh and bone? You probably say that... because I dress as as I do. The fact of this just makes you so offended that you too want to question perhaps... my sanity, my morals, my...lifestyle. Perhaps you want say to my face that you wish I was on the endangered species list.
Hoss: No... it's not that. I've just grown to really hate my job. I could care less that you like humping pigs or whatever. I was just waiting for this guy I'm supposed to be interviewing to show up, ask him a few things and earn my paycheck
Crauswell growls now, pressing his face even closer against Hoss's. Hoss starts sweating a bit, taking a step back..
Crauswell: PIGS?! See here... I would not lower myself to seek out such a filthy creature... even though they are rather... attractive in their own sort of way... but that's beside the point. I'm not here to discuss such things with a vermin like you. In fact, if I weren't already preoccupied with an upcoming match... I would gladly rip you to shreds at this very moment.
Hoss looks up.
Hoss: Go ahead... it'd get me out of this crappy gig here.
Crauswell looks over Hoss again, folding his arms as he continues looking further over Matthews.
Crauswell: Forget it. I have to deal with some... Jack Jupiter punk. A pathetic human who I would never otherwise concern myself with. I shall pounce him in the ring and make him cry in mercy, as he beat him into total submission and send another message to every damn FURRY BASHER in this whole area! Just like the one I sent to Cassinova... that miserable little punk WHO DARED TO CROSS ME!
Hoss: Yeah... not that I would judge, but...
Crauswell: Then don't, just shut your mouth and do whatever you're supposed to be doing right now. In fact... exactly, what are you doing just standing here in the middle of this hallway
Hoss: Well actually... I'm waiting here because I'm supposed to be interviewing somebod...
A loud yell breaks the tension between the two.
Scurvy: AAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!! SCURVY!!!!!!!!
Scurvy: AAARRRRRRRRR!!!!
Polly: SQUAK!!!!?
Scurvy: AAAARRRR!!! YES POLLY, I WAS MOCKING MR. KENNEDY!
Polly: SQUAK!!!
Scurvy: AARRRRR!!! I THOUGHT SO TOO!
Crauswell turns his attention immediately, eying this "pirate" and his bird now, shoving Hoss out of the way with a palm, as he watches silently...simply watching their odd little exchange. Polly: SQUAK?!
Scurvy: AARRR?! THERE BE A SPARROW BEHIND ME?!
Polly: SQUAK!
Scurvy: OH, AN EAGLE! WELL THAT'S NOT A SPARROW IS IT, EH MATE?!
Crauswell: ... Scurvy turns to face Crauswell. He jumps in a Jack Sparrow-esque fashion.
Polly: SQUAK?!
Scurvy: AAARRRRR!!! DID YOU ORDER ME ANOTHER PARROT?!
Polly: SQUAK!
Scurvy: AAARRRR, REAALLLY?!
Crauswell: You've got to be KIDDING ME. I thought that arrogant punk Cassinova was annoying. I thought that insensitive imbecile Chance was an aggravation... BUT YOU HAVE JUST TAKEN THE CAKE! I've only word few words from you and already I want to destroy you. Starting with your pudgy feathered friend... and so rare would it be for me to want to kill one of my fellow avians
Scurvy: AARRRRR!!!! I BE ABLE UNDERSTAND ALOT OF BIRDS, BUT I BE UNABLE TO GET THIS ONE!
Polly: SQUAK!
Scurvy: AARRRR!!! I GET IT!!! *Turns to Crauswell.* SORRY MATEY, WE BE NOT WILLING TO GIVE COIN FER THE WILDLIFE!
Crauswell: What... you didn't even understand that simple phrase. ARE YOU THICK HEADED?!
Scurvy: MATE?!!
Polly: SQUAK!!!
Scurvy: AARRR!!! ME MATE ASKS HOW YOU BE ABLE TO SPEAK!?
Crauswell simply stands there, shaking his head... as he looks down at Polly, looking over him now.
Crauswell: Hmmmph... tell that miserable pile of feathers there's a thing called VOCAL CORDS! The same ones I'd like to rip out and strangle the stupidity out of you with...
Polly: SQUAK!?
Scurvy: AARRRR!!! YOU BE A FOOL! POLLY BE ABLE TO UNDERSTAND YER!!!
Polly: SQUAK!!
Scurvy: ARRRR!!! THAT BE HARSH POLLY! Crauswell: Hmm... that "parrot" of yours must also be the dumbest in existence. It can't even copy your own idiotic phrases over and over again. Though that may be a blessing Suddenly, the skunk guy known as Brandon leans over.
Brandon: Awww... I dunno Craus... he looks kinda cute.
Crauswell turns briefly, sighing and simply pushing his "mate" aside, looking over the two again.
Polly: SQUAK!?!
Scurvy: AARRRR!!! MATEY, YOU DON'T THINK THEY ARE... THE OTHER TYPE OF PIRATE, DO YER?!
Crauswell: Pirate... PIRATE?! Do I LOOK like a pirate?!
Scurvy: AARRRR!!! MATE, YOU THINK HE BE STUPID?!
Polly: SQUAK!
Scurvy blushes Crauswell: Why don't you take that sword of yours and jam it into the throat of yours... or if you like, I'll do it FOR YOU!
Scurvy: ...But it's plastic, surely you can't be that stupid...
Polly: SQUAK!!!
SCURVY: AARRR!!! MATEY, YOU'RE GOING TO GET US JUMPED WITH TALK LIKE THAT!
Crauswell: ...What kind of pirate carries a plastic sword?! If you want to be like one so bad, at least spring for the real thing... Scurvy: ARRRR!!! YER WANT ME BE TRIED FER MURDER?! Polly: SQUAK!!! Scurvy: ARRRRR, I'LL ASK!! WHAT BE UP WITH YOUR BROKEN BEAK?!
Crauswell looks back at Scurvy, silently rubbing said beak now. Crauswell: A scar of battle... one I shall not remove until I have finally gotten my vengeance. Of course... why should I discuss such with trash like you? I'd wager the worst wound you got was a damn PAPER CUT! Scurvy: *turns to Polly* AARRRR! YOU BE GIVING OUT ME SECRETS?! Polly: SQUAK?!? Scurvy: AARRR!!! DON'T BE SWEET TALKING ME!! Crauswell: ... You know what... I don't even feel like wasting a single fist on you. You're pathetic... prancing around like your Blackbeard, making yourself look like a mentally disabled child stuck in a pathetic human's body. Even unleashing a single attack on you would be a gigantic waste of my time. Besides... look at you, someday... somebody with nothing better to do will be just fine turning you into a fine smear on the cold hard ground. Scurvy: AARRRR!! NOBODY BE ABLE TO TAKE THE LEGENDARY SIMON SCURVY!
The gryphon for a rare time in his life... simply starts laughing as he motions to his friends, as they all simply walk off, leaving the "pirate" with Hoss Matthews, whose simply been watching this bizarre conversation the whole time Scurvy: AARRRR!!! YER SEE THAT POLLY?!
Polly: SQUAK?!
Scurvy: I BE SO LEGENDARY, THAT THOSE UNDER ME KNOW THEIR PLACE AND DARE NOT TEMPT THEIR FATE!
Polly: ...squak.
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Post by Virus aka Captain No-Nuts on Apr 13, 2007 11:12:38 GMT -5
(We fade back to ringside, where JR and JBL are sitting down.)
JR: Good evening folks, and thanks for welcoming the EW-- (Ross stops for a moment as the producers talk in his ear.) Hold on a minute folks, I'm getting word that there's a rather large commotion backstage that we think you need to see!
(We hear a loud CRASH as we cut to a hallway in the makeshift arena. Virus has just bodily thrown Maelstrom into the catering table, scattering a few of the EWT's valued interviewers such as Candy Girl, Sum Guy, and Armbar. Virus then straddles Maelstrom's chest and gets right up in his face.)
Virus: Just who the hell do you think you are, huh? What the hell do you think you're doing?!
(Virus goes to pound on Maelstrom with mounted punches, but Maelstrom throws him off and Virus goes rolling down the hallway, quickly recovering and getting back up to his feet just in time to eat a massive clothesline from the former EWT Heavyweight Champion. The camera struggles to catch up as Maelstrom replies.)
Maelstrom: What're you talking about?
(Virus lashes out with a boot, that connects with Maelstrom's abdomen. Virus gets up, and slams Maelstrom into the wall, holding him against it with his forearm.)
Virus: You know damn well what I'm talking about, you fishmonger! OCEANIC.
(Virus doesn't manage to get out another word, as Maelstrom powers out again and the two begin openly brawling. The two are pretty evenly matched, as each time one seems to have an advantage, the other manages to make a comeback and tip the scales. Finally, the two brawl out onto the makeshift ramp.)
Virus: Yes, that's right, Oceanic. You drag your sorry carcass out of the ocean, where by all rights you should have been that Great White's damned DINNER, and you get all buddy-buddy with her, and you "have her back", and all this other really righteous-sounding bullcrap, which smells pretty rank to me... I think you just want to egg her on, keep her believing she can fight one of us, and take that title from her later on down the line!
(Maelstrom hits a NICE lariat, and Virus goes rolling down the ramp, Maelstrom following closely behind. Maelstrom now gets on top of Virus and begins with the mounted punches as he responds.)
Maelstrom: So, you're calling me dishonorable, is that it? You think I don't have Oceanic's best interests in mind? You think I just want that Tri-State title? ... Interesting. But you see, no matter what you may think, that woman could probably kick your ass all around Sesame Place and back again. And you're afraid of that. I can SENSE it.
(This seems to make something in Virus snap, as he throws Maelstrom off and scrambles to his feet. As Maelstrom tries to regain his bearings, Virus wastes no time Irish Whipping the big man into the steel steps HARD! The steps fly off and land a good 6 feet away from their intended location, and Virus takes the opportunity to retrieve a steel chair from under the ring. He lifts it up, looking at it from every angle, and then gets a demented smile on his face.)
JR: My GOD Almighty, this is going to turn ugly folks! That's the most demonic look I have ever seen on Virus's face!
(Virus lifts the chair up high over his head, bashing Maelstrom in the skull. The impact resounds throughout the ringside area, and the crowd is immediately hushed as Virus continues his relentless assault with another shot, and another, and another, until Virus has hit Maelstrom nearly 15 times with the chair! Maelstrom is an unmoving, bloody mess, and the chair looks less like a chair and more like a twisted piece of metal from a horrific car crash. Virus tosses the now-useless chair aside, and drags Maelstrom into the middle of the ring, leaving a small trail of blood as he goes. Virus then straddles the unconcious behemoth and speaks in a lethally cold whisper.)
Virus: I am not afraid of Oceanic beating me. I'm afraid of what I'd do to her if we stepped into that ring together.
Oceanic: Is that a fact?
(Everyone's head turns to see Oceanic coming out onto the ramp, Tri-State title around her waist, clipboard in one hand, microphone in the other. She begins walking down to the ring.)
Oceanic: Did I just hear you correctly? Did you honestly just say you thought you'd "hurt" me if you stepped into the ring against me? (Virus nods.) ... Typical male. You think just because your a man that you could do whatever you want with me, right? Not quite, hot stuff. In case you didn't notice, I defeated Mike Ragnal for this belt, which makes me living proof that that statement is WRONG. (Oceanic is in the ring now, and goes toe-to-toe with Virus, who has stood rooted to the spot.)
Oceanic: And since judging by the fact that you can't bring yourself to hit me, you don't believe that... then I've got a way to prove it right here! (Oceanic thrusts the clipboard into Virus's hands. Virus looks at her, almost as if he's not sure Oceanic is human.) Go on, read it! You are literate, aren't you?
(Virus takes a moment to read the document on the clipboard. After a few moments, his jaw drops and he goes pale, mouthing the words "you've got to be kidding me.")
Oceanic: I assure you, I am not kidding. That is a contract, Virus. A contract for a match at Crap-a-Mania !!!! for the Tri-State Title. (The crowd begins to buzz.) In one corner, it will be the trail blazing, flag bearing, representation of female excellence, yours truly. And in the other... a lilly livered coward and blowhard... the man who couldn't bring himself to hit me... you, Virus! (The crowd explodes into cheers at this idea, but Virus is still apprehensive, staring at the contract, the pen in the clipboard, and Oceanic in turn.) But since I see you're still not convinced, this is no ordinary match... No... while it will start out as a normal match, with count-outs and disqualifications, it won't stay that way for long.
(Maelstrom has begun to stir behind Virus, unseen to all except the cameras.)
Oceanic: You see, Virus, I know for a fact I can beat you, in a straight match, in ten minutes. And that's exactly how long I'll have. Ten minutes. And if a decision hasn't been rendered in that time, then the rulebook gets thrown out the window. Yes... I am saying that after 10 minutes... it will be a NO-HOLDS-BARRED MATCH! (The crowd goes rabid at this announcement.)
Oceanic: If you can beat me... then you can say you earned that title. But if you don't beat me... then you will have to admit that I am more than capable of playing with the big boys... and WINNING. So what do you say?
(Virus stares Oceanic down for a few moments, then signs the contract quickly and tosses it back at Oceanic like it burns his hands to hold the clipboard. Oceanic smiles, shaking Virus to his core, then hits a VICIOUS superkick out of NOWHERE! Virus stumbles back into the waiting Maelstrom, who wastes no time in kneeing Virus in the stomach and hitting a hellacious WHIRLPOOL! Virus lands on his head and neck, and Maelstrom and Oceanic waste no time making their exit, leaving trainers to check on Virus. Just before we fade to black, Oceanic lifts the microphone up once more to speak over the crowd's "B***H!" chants.)
Oceanic: See you at Crap-a-Mania, Virus...
(We fade to commercial.)
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Post by crauswell on Apr 13, 2007 22:17:38 GMT -5
Announcer: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!
Ain't Coming Home by Silver-tide starts up, the crowd lightly booing as out to the ring steps the first man involved in the match, Jack Jupiter, donning his sunglasses as he struts on down towards the ring, quickly making his way there, entering from the side as per usual and tossing those shades into the crowd, a happy kid catching them, then dropping them on the ground and stomping all over.
Announcer: Introducing first, Representing Minipax, from San Diego, California, weighing in at 219 pounds, Jack Jupiter!
Jupiter preps himself as he paces around the ring a bit, jumping from side to side and stretching a bit as suddenly the mood darkens... as HUBOON Stomp blasts out, as one by one, a Bear, Wolf, and Kangaroo walk out towards the ring, to a very frightened group of little kids, the furries all glaring at them, but some people brave enough to boo them. Following out as a familiar looking Crauswell... donning his rode still, as that Skunk looks over at his apparent mate, grabbing him by a hand and accompanying down to the ring... clutched in the other is the EWT Ox Division Championship, un-rightfully his, as he steps down towards the ring, full of anger as Jupiter gazes on with a bit of a... puzzled look.
Announcer: His opponent, from Parts Unknown, weighing in at 272 pounds, Crauswell!
Crauswell steps into the center of the ring, as he drops down on both knees, the skunk helping to undo his robe straps, Craus spreading his wings, as he rises up, his apparent mate removing and folding up the robe, giving what appears to be a kiss on the gryphon's cheek, before exiting the ring with it. Jupiter sighs and just shakes his head as he watches. Crauswell rubs his still un-repaired beak as he glares over at Jack, the other... furries basically gathering in a corner, simply watching quietly it seems as Jack immediately charges, the bell ringing.
Craus catches him with a hip toss, but Jack lands on his feet, quickly grabbing Craus and setting him up, taking him down with a Russian Leg Sweep! He pulls him up, grabbing and applying a chin-lock, only Crauswell to quickly reach behind, throwing him off with a Snap-mare, Jupiter rolling through, taking Craus over with one of his own, Craus also rolling through as Jupiter rises up, leaping and hitting a dropkick as Craus turns around. He scrambles to his feet quickly, grabbing a staggered Crauswell for an STO! Craus easily overpowers him, pushing Jupiter off to the mat. Jack gets back up, as Craus hits a nasty European Uppercut, sending him flailing back. Craus follows with another, backing him off and whipping him off the ropes. Jupiter comes off the other side, sliding under Craus, back to his feet as he jumps for a Bulldog, Craus grabbing him in mid move and turning it into a sidewalk slam! Crauswell immediately makes a cover. 1...2
Jupiter kicks out. Crauswell quickly pulls him back to his feet, delivering a quick throat thrust, sending Jack stumbling back as he grasps. He goes for another, but Jack catches it, countering with a stiff kick to the face! He follows with another and another, before running off the ropes, coming back and snapping off a spinning wheel kick, catching Crauswell in the face and taking him down! He smiles, clapping for himself a bit, before going for a cover. 1...2 Craus powers out, sending Jack flying! Jack gets back to his feet, charging and going for a cross body, Craus simply catching him and turning it into a power-slam. The furry growls as he stands over, delivering a vicious stomp across the throat, before pulling him up by the throat, delivering some punishing knees to the chest, before taking him into a Snap Suplex! Craus quickly gets up, dropping some more knees into the back of Jupiter as he gasps in pain, Craus then running off the ropes, leaping up and delivering a jumping one, rolling off as he comes across Jack's back. Craus gets back up, looming over as he grabs Jupiter by the leg, only for him to quickly counter, pulling off and connecting with a Dragon Whip Kick! Crauswell goes down, kneeling, as Jupiter follows up with a dropkick to the rising face of Craus, taking him back down. He smirks, showing off to the crowd, as the gryphon slowly rises back up, slightly nursing the area. Jupiter grabs him by the side of the head, charging and planting him face first with a bulldog! He immediately tries for a cover. 1...2
Crauswell kicks out. Jupiter gets back up, delivering a few quick stomps to the face, before pulling the furry up to his feet, now pounding on him with some swift forearms, backing him into the corner of the turnbuckle, as he kicks him in the face a few times, then springs off the middle ropes, finishing with a back heel kick! Crauswell groans, clutching further as he drops to the bottom of the turnbuckle, still clutching at the face a bit. Jupiter smiles, delivering a bit of a face-wash to his opponent, before backing up and charging full speed, only for Crauswell to catch him by the foot and shove him back! Jack stumbles a bit as Crauswell gets back up, charging and leaping up for a leg lariat, but Jack rolls under it in desperation, catching a landing Crauswell with a leg lace! He pulls the furry down, immediately going right into an Indian Death-lock! Crauswell growls as Jupiter clinches on the hold, Craus groaning a bit, as he slowly tries to sit up in the hold. Jupiter keeps applying more and more pressure, trying to get the furry to give. Crauswell however continues to resist, enduring the submission as he sits up, then turns himself over, quickly crawling on his hands towards the ropes, grabbing and breaking the hold. Jupiter utilizes the full count before releasing, as he sighs, slapping the mat.Crauswell rises a bit slowly to his feet, the damage has been done a bit. Jupiter quickly kipping up, right into a dropkick to the knee! Crauswell cringes, dropping down as Jupiter smirks to himself, dusting his hands off cockily. He hops over to the outside, setting up and hitting a Tope Atomico, driving the air out of Craus, as he quickly covers again. 1....2..
Crauswell manages to kick out again. Jupiter sighs, pulling the furry back to his feet, as he whips him off the ropes, catching him with an Inverted Atomic Drop, as Craus grasps his area, Jack charging and springing to the top rope, leaping and taking Craus down with a top rope clothesline! Crauswell groans, as Jupiter smiles, getting to his feet now and leaping up, hitting a picture perfect flipping leg-drop across the neck, then rolling back up to his feet, as Crauswell growls. Jack smiles, lifting Crauswell up to his feet, lifting him with a bit of difficulty, looking for the Cyclone Driver, but Crauswell slips down behind, shoving Jupiter off into the ropes, as he tries countering with another dropkick, which gets slapped away! Jupiter hits the mat, looking on in shock as Crauswell charges, leveling him with a knee to the face as he's seated! Jupiter groans, as Craus pulls him up, lifting him up and clinching on a Dragon Sleeper, one arm wrapped around the throat, the other viciously chopping away at it. Jupiter flails in resistance, trying to escape. Crauswell however has this hold locked on tight. Jupiter growls, trying to flip from his position behind Craus, but that isn't happening, as Crauswell clinches on tighter still, finally pulling Jack across his knee for a back-breaker, pulling him up again, then back down for another! Jack grimaces noticeably as Crauswell pulls him up into a normal sleeper, launching him overhead with a Sleeper Suplex! Jack hits the mat hard, groaning in pain as Crauswell makes a pin attempt. 1...2...
Jack gets a shoulder up. Crauswell isn't pleased, as he pulls Jack up by the throat, then shoving him back first into a corner turnbuckle. Jack groans as Craus backs up, driving some standing shoulders into his chest, putting further pressure on that back as he stumbles out, Craus simply hoisting Jack up onto his shoulders now, applying a torture rack briefly as Jack yelps out in pain, walking around the ring, easily managing to hold him up on his back. He stops, hitting a Steamroller, rolling back to his feet as Jack grasps at his back further now. Crauswell crosses his throat now as he ascends the turnbuckle, and climbing atop, leaping and Taking Flight! Jack however rolls out of the way at the last second as Craus bounces face first off the mat, groaning a bit in pain. Jupiter slowly gets back up, seeing his chance, as he makes his way up to the top of the same turnbuckle, leaping and going for a Jupitersault! Crauswell however gets the knees up, hearing it coming as Jack groans, clutching his chest now. Crauswell slowly rises to his feet, clutching at his face as he reaches down, grabbing Jupiter by the throat, hoisting him up for a Beak Buster! Jupiter however counters, escaping and taking Craus back to the mat with a Mid Air Bulldog! Crauswell groans as Jack quickly crawls over, grabbing a leg and smashing Craus's knee again into the mat! Crauswell yelps in pain, as Jack does it again, following up by clinching in a single leg crab! Once again Craus starts pushing himself up off the mat, as he endures this submission, rolling forward and throwing Jupiter off! Jack stumbles backwardly forwards, as Craus hobbles to his feet, Jack aiming a dropkick to the same leg, but Crauswell catching him by these legs, pulling him up, then right into a sitout power bomb! 1...2...
NO! Jack kicks out. Crauswell throws him off as he growls, pretty much in disbelief. He pulls Jack up, hoisting him for a back-breaker, but Jack counters with a powerful elbow to the side of the head, leaping up and taking Crauswell over with a Crucifix Pin! 1...2...
NO! Crauswell quickly powers out. Jack groans, grasping the back, as he struggles to his feet, Crauswell following. They both reach a vertical base at the same time, as Jack aims some quick kicks to the knee of Craus who growls a bit, Jack hitting a series of them, before running off the ropes, charging and going for a very low dropkick again to the knee. Craus jumps out of the way again as Jack growls, quickly getting to his feet, right in the path of a lariat! Jack quickly ducks it, as he grabs a dazed Crauswell, sending him off the ropes, catching him with a Tilt Whirl, then jumping right into a Jack'd! Crauswell's face bounces off the mat as he groans, Jack quickly making the cover. 1....2...3
NO! Crauswell gets the shoulder up. Jack can't believe it! He gets up and argues with the referee, who argues it was a two count. Jack sighs, turning around and pulling Craus up. He sends him off the ropes, catching and throwing him into a power-slam, but Craus escapes it, landing on his feet and immediately lashing out, grabbing and planting Jupiter into the mat with a Devastating Sit Out Beak Buster! Jupiter groans, landing with a thud as Crauswell simply makes the cover. 1...2....
3!!!
This one is over.
Announcer: Here is your winner... Crauswell!!!
Crauswell simply sits up, rising slowly to his feet now as Jack groans, rolling off to the side and right out of the ring, groaning a bit in pain. After his victory, the other furries all congregate inside, pulling Crauswell up to his feet and simply standing there. The gryphon simply nods, looking to the outside at Jupiter, then turning his attention back towards the ring, as he gazes over the audience. He grabs the unrightfully claimed Ox Division belt, holding it y the strap as he glares down at it.
Crauswell: LOOK AT THIS! THIS BELT IS IMPURE... A TITLE THAT CRAWLS WITH DISGUST AND FILTH! Ever since that pathetic human Cassinova stole my glorious title... and contaminated it with his unworthiness. This belt is now unfit for me... and I shall refuse to wear it until I have once again honorably snatched it back from that thief once and for all! This is what I swear and promise to fufill...
The crowd boos, Crauswell completely ignoring as he gazes around the area still, arms folding slowly as he simply drops the belt to the mat, not caring not about his once treasured keepsake in the slightest.
Crauswell: But you see, this match demands a dramatic setting... one in which my glorious moment will have meaning. One in which that I can proud of as I rip that false ownership away and reclaim what has been and should still be rightfully mine! This time Cassinova... you irritating human, THERE WILL BE NO ROOM FOR LUCK! THERE WILL BE NO CHANCE FOR ANOTHER CHEAP VICTORY! THERE WILL BE ABSOLUTELY NO DOUBT WHO WALKS OUT ON TOP IN THIS FINAL ENCOUNTER! You... the pathetic false champion... I will make you rue that YOU EVER EVEN MESSED WITH ME!
The furry seems to be extra furious now, as he simply turns his head... as the Toomitron lights up. It now shows a jungle scene, as various wild animal sounds are heard in the background, the camera slowly panning forward, as ominous music plays in the background.
Voice: Enter the ultimate battleground... where only the strong thrive in. A chamber that once entered will leave nightmares etched into a competitor's very soul. Enter a world of pure agony and absolutely no regard whatsoever for rules... for mercy... for weakness.
The camera keeps zooming forward... making it way further through this jungle... then stopping into a huge barren clearing, where in the center... a steel cage is seen, simply left out there by who knows who. The ominous music grows louder as it is then revealed that this same cage is surrounded by an even bigger one... this one wrapped on both the inside and outside... in cruel, unforgiving barb-wire. A large path is left between each cage, enough for two small groups to stand in.
Voice: Eight other men will join their sidess... each from their respective species. At the end, one of them will stand with their champion... celebrating and standing atop the mountain of the perilous Ox Division once again. The others... will simply be left annihilated. Forget victory... this is about survival. Two species shall enter... and only one shall emerge, to claim their rightful prize. The other... the other will be lucky to even get out alive. This is... the Extinction Chamber.
The Toomitron slowly fades out, as we return to Crauswell, who also turns away from the screen, folding his arms.
Crauswell: Cassinova... at Crapmania!!!!, I challenge you to show the meager amount of pride in your pitiful soul and accept my invitation. In fact, don't come alone... bring a few of your friends. I certainly will bring mine. IT won't matter anyway who you bring... because in the end, you will still meet the same fate... EXTINCTION!!!
The crowd looks on in near speechlessness as they watch, a few kids in the crowd now crying from this rather twisted video they've watched. HUBOON Stomp meanwhile starts up once again as Crauswell calls his group over once again, the five heading silently to the back, the crowd meanwhile wondering if Cassinova will accept.
The gryphon man chucks the microphone to the ground as HUBOON Stomp starts up once again, the crowd simply looking on in near speechlessness at this possible match up
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Bedlam LadyD
Samurai Cop
Is a WSX Cupcake. BOOOOOOOM!!
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Post by Bedlam LadyD on Apr 13, 2007 23:50:39 GMT -5
As Synthy re-enters the building, Candy Girl bombards her. Camera Dude is right behind her of course.
"Soooo... Cinnamon, what was going on between you and Mr. Fun himself at the Red Lobster? There's been some steamy rumors circulating."
Synthy straightens up her glasses and shakes off a growing weariness, one arm crossing over her chest and playing with her ankh necklace, the other staying at her side.
"We were strategizing. Nothing more and nothing less. He's simply my manager and that's how it's going to stay. Whoever told you otherwise would be a downright liar."
Candy Girl shrugs and smiles. "That's not what I heard. Did you try their popcorn shrimp?" Synthy missed a beat in response to this. "......You meant Red Lobster. Uh yeah....actually we split the bill and got a lot more then just that, but~ "Which 'splains why you two were gone for so long! People were wondering just what sort of date you'd gone on, Cynny." Synthy visibly shudders and shakes her head no. "Also, to quote Joe himself, he said to tell anyone who asks that we are not dating. Get this through your brains, you gutter-minded dorks. Just because a girl happens to team up with a man, doesn't automatically render her claim to single-ality null and void. I hang with the man, doesn't mean I date him. Jesus, and some folks wonder just why in the wild blue Hades the reasons I refuse to date anyone."
Candy just bobs her head and smiles, completely and utterly clueless as to what Synthy said. "You know Chad Michaels is interested in you? You should let him know you're with Joe..."
Synthy's body tightens. "I. AM. NOT. FREAKING. DATING. JOE RAGNAL. I don't date. Period. And I still have not a mother-loving clue as to whom this 'Shad Michael's guy is. Shawn yes, Shad no. Now leave me alone before I decide I don't like you anymore."
She walks away, but only a few feet before Nine Inch Nails' 'Closer' song began to play. She visibly jerks the cell out of her pocket and glared at the camera before facing the opposite direction. "Yo? Sis? I told you not to call me during these hours....what? She did WHAT?! Agggh.....Fine. Give her the chocolate milk....dunno why that woman is so ...in desperate need of a Valium.." She closes the phone with a simple motion, and says over her shoulder. "Simple Home Problems." She sashays her way around the corner, walking past a nervously stumbling, dark-haired man who freezes when she passes him.
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Indigocrates
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I got bored. Decided to become a philosopher. Just 'cause.
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Post by Indigocrates on Apr 14, 2007 0:07:22 GMT -5
The Fink: "This match is scheduled for one fall and it is a Falls Count Anywhere match for the EWT Toolshed Title!"
("Love Will Keep Us Together")
The Fink: "Introducing first, being accompanied to the ring by PsyToni Tennille, from Los Angeles California.............The Daryl Dragon!"
(Dragon makes his entrance with Tennille carrying a bag and waving to everyone. He enters the ring and grins as Tennille takes his cape off and claps along with the fans. The music does a 180 and "Hybrid Sitgmata" blares over the PA, shaking the chairs.)
The Fink: "And his opponent, from Calgery Alberta Canada, he is the current EWT Toolshed Champion.................Christopher Indigo!"
(With the Toolshed Title around his waist Indigo comes out from the back. He slaps a fan's away and frowns as he walks towards the ring. He enters and eyeballs Dragon, wondering who the hell this guy is, and removes his belt, handing it over to the ref. The bell rings and we're off.
In a major error of judgment Dragon extends his hand as a show of good sportsmanship. Indigo, knowing full well what kind of match this is, boots Dragon in the stomach and rams his head into the turnbuckles. The crowd boos as Indigo puts the boots to Dragon, who slumps in the corner. Indigo picks him up and revs up for a European Uppercut but Dragon hooks the arm and attempts a backslide.
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Indigo kicks out easily. Indigo and Dragon get back up and Indigo is first with a punch in the head followed by sending Dragon into the ropes and hitting a back elbow, knocking him down. Indigo gives Dragon a couple of stomps and hits the ropes, goes for an elbow drop, but Dragon rolls out of the way. Indigo crashes to the mat but gets back up immediately only to get chopped by Dragon, followed by another, and sent into the ropes for a clothesline which Indigo ducks and blasts Dragon with a Jumping Knee. Indigo hits Dragon with a back suplex and goes for the pin.
1................. 2................
Kickout. Indigo rolls out of the ring, grabs a chair, and rolls back in. He measures Dragon for a chair shot but Dragon ducks and catches Indigo in the stomach with a spinning back kick causing Indigo to drop the chair. Dragon gives Indigo a series of stiff kicks to the sides and sends him into the ropes, connecting with a powerslam. Dragon goes for the pin.
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Indigo kicks out. Dragon goes to the outside and Tennille goes into the bag, pulling out a keytar. Daryl takes it and goes back into the ring. He measures Indigo but suddenly Indigo drop toe holds Dragon to the mat and slaps on a side head lock. Both men struggle up to their feet but Indigo forgot one thing. Dragon is still holding the keytar. He finds out the hard way as Dragon pops him in the face with it, emitting a strange squonking sound. Indigo lets go and staggers backwards as Dragon hits the ropes and blasts Indigo with a flying keytar shot that sends Indigo to the outside. As Indigo staggers up to his feet he sees Dragon sail over the top rope and take him down with a Suicide Hat Dive. Dragon covers.
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Indigo kicks out. Dragon gives several kicks to Indigo, who staggers back toward the locker room. Dragon follows him when suddenly he's hit by a trash can by Indigo. Dragon hits the deck when a familiar green fellow falls out on top of him.)
Oscar: "Hey! What's the big idea? I'm trying to sleep!"
(Oscar stomps away as Indigo takes the initiative. Indigo sits Dragon up, places Oscar's trash can over his torso, and grabs a nearby mop. Indigo rears back and nails the trash can several times until Dragon falls over on his back with the trash can still on top of him. Indigo goes for the cover.
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Dragon suddenly rolls over on Indigo and he goes for the pin.
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Indigo kicks out. Indigo gives a couple of stiff kicks to the can, denting it and causing Dragon quite a bit of stress. Dragon stumbles around with the can still over his torso over to a brick wall, where a two headed purple monster peers over the top, checking things out. Indigo measures Dragon and suddenly charges, which the two headed monster sees and they have an argument over which way they should dodge. Never mind as Indigo spears a still trashcanned Dragon through the brick wall (it's not real brick but it still hurts like hell) and both men and monsters lay on the floor. Indigo, taking a bit of damage from the move himself, stirs first and picks Dragon up. He takes the trash can off and places it lengthwise on the floor. He measures Dragon and stiffs him good with a lariat that sends Dragon landing on the can. Indigo goes for the win again.
1................... 2..................... 3!
No! Dragon gets his shoulder up but Indigo didn't see it as he raises his hands in premature victory. He doesn't hear the bell and takes the ref to task about it.)
Indigo: "Raise my hand! I won the match!"
Ref: "No you didn't! He got his shoulder up!"
Indigo: "What? You mean this match is still going?"
"Yip-yip-yip-yip-yip-yip-yip-yip-yip-..........Uh huh.....Uh huh........"
(Indigo looks over to see who's saying that and spies two floating aliens with bugged out eyes and big mouths surveying the scene. Indigo gets flustered and goes back to Dragon. Indigo attempts to send Dragon into another wall but Dragon reverses and Indigo crashes against it. Dragon thinks on his feet and grabs one of the Yip Yips and throws it at Indigo, the mouth completely enveloping his head. Indigo struggles to get it off and when he finally does Dragon capitalizes with a running dropkick. Indigo hits the contrite and the Yip Yips fly away in a hurry. Dragon takes Indigo and gives him a running power bomb, attempting to win the match.
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Indigo kicks out! Dragon picks up Indigo, and hits another running powerbomb! Dragon pins!
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Dragon picks up Indigo, and sets him up for another running powerbomb, but this time Indigo hits Dragon with a hurricanrana! Both men are down!
Indigo and Dragon both start to stir as both men make it to their feet. Dragon attempts a Enzuiguri, but Indigo ducks, and Dragon hits the floor. As Dragon makes his way to his feet, Indigo hits him with a Shining Wizard! Dragon staggers back into some piping and generic equipment kept backstage for no apparent reason. Indigo then runs for Dragon, and hits a picture perfect dropkick on Dragon, Dragon falling through the equipment in a heap. Indigo pins!
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KICKOUT! Indigo starts to get frustrated, and decides to put Daryl Dragon away. He picks Daryl up sets him into position for the Vision Of Indigo! Dragon lifts Indigo onto his shoulders, however, and charges towards a push door. Dragon reaches the door, and throws Indigo into the door, and Indigo goes flying into the unknown room! Dragon enters the room, and finds it’s the Swedish Chef’s kitchen! The Swedish Chef starts screaming and flapping his arms about, and no one’s quite sure what’s going on. Dragon grabs a pot and places it over the head of the dazed Toolshed Champ. He then grabs two pans, and waits for Indigo to get up. Once Indigo is up, Daryl nails a Conchairto on the potted head of the Toolshed Champion! Daryl does it again and the noise and impact completely stratle and damage Indigo, and Indigo goes down. Dragon pins!
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KICKOUT! 2.9!
Dragon picks up Indigo and throws him through another push door, and Indigo goes tumbling into a dimly lit room. Dragon follows, and once he’s inside, he finds Bert and Ernie sitting at a table, wearing red head bands, and a water gun is on the table. Big Bird screams, ‘’MOW, DIDDY MOW!!”.
The three see Daryl and for a moment there is an akward silence. Suddenly, Indigo hits an Enzuiguri on Dragon, and Dragon goes down. Meanwhile, the three go back to their, activity, or whatever the wax they were doing. Indigo takes Dragon out of the room, and throws him through another push door, and Dragon is thrown back into the backstage area. Indigo follows, and he immediately starts damaging Dragon with stomps to the stomach and head. Indigo pins!
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Indigo then picks up Dragon, and sets him up for a Brainbuster, but Daryl atakcs Indigo’s head with some quick knees, and escapes the hold. Darl then attempts a Dragonsteiner, but Indigo counters the attempted move by powerboming Dragon onto the unforgiving floor (It does not taste like chocolate, even in Sesame Place). Indigo pins!
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KICKOUT! 2.9!
Indigo argues with the ref about the count, but Daryl gets Indigo with a schoolboy pin!
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Indigo quickly refocuses his attention to Daryl and stalks Daryl as he gets up. Indigo leaps for a dropkick, but Daryl sidesteps. But Indigo fakes it, and hits Daryl with a vicious lariat! Indigo hooks the leg!
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KICKOUT! 2.9!
What will it take to put The Daryl Dragon away!? Indigo picks up Dragon, and throws him down the large hallway. Dragon is rolling away from Indigo as he approaches. Indigo reaches down, but Daryl rolls up Indigo!
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Indigo is almost pinned again! Daryl and Indigo are using completely different strategies. Indigo sees Grover nearby, about to indulge in a rather large cookie (Think a cookie the size of a plate). As Grover is about to take a bite, Indigo snatches the cookie away from him, and throws it to Daryl who catches the cookie, but Indigo dropkicks the cookie into the face of Daryl! Indigo pins!
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KICKOUT! 2.99!
Indigo is shocked that Daryl is still in this match. Grover takes his cookie back (Which is still in one piece. Finally, something good happens to him in EWT’s time here). Indigo is taking a minute for a breather, as thrown almost everything he can at Daryl dragon, but nothing will keep him down for the three count. Dragon heads towards Indigo grabs his arms for the Do That To Me One More Time, but Indigo quickly with a hammerlock hold, turns himself around Dragon (His arm still held), and has dragon in position for the Vision Of Indigo! However, Dragon quickly maneuvers himself to face Indigo’s back (Arms still held), and once more has Indigo set up for the Do That To Me One More Time! However, Indigo flips over Dragon (Arms still held) and has him in position for the vision Of Indigo! Indigo sommersaluts over Dragon’s back, and hits it! Indigo pins!
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The Fink: “Here is your winner, and still EWT Toolshed Champion, Christopher Indigo!”
The ref raises an exhausted Indigo’s hand, and the boos of the audience can be heard as we cut to commercial.
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Post by dorf on Apr 14, 2007 1:11:10 GMT -5
*The camera returns from commerical and inverts a fade from black as dorf's music "Tearjerker" by korn as he strolls down the aisle and enters the ring fine. The cheers were kinda rejoicing, but knew something was missing with this tag-team...HIS PARTNER, but alas, he no show up. Dorf grabs the mic as the music stops.* Dorf: HELLO, fellow EWT fans! *crowd cheers crazily* Ah yes....it's great to hear those noises. *gets serious* If I could be serious for about I dunno...three or four minutes to get my point across, we all can have some wacky fun. *crowd cheers, but not as loudly as the first one* Okay, since you got out of your system, which is excellent...I am here for one purpose and one purpose only to discuss Crap-a-Mania IV. Since most of you fans know, I have been there since the first Crap-a-Mania and if you purchase EWT Reverse for $5 a month, you too, can see Crap-a-Mania I on Demand! Oh...I remember those days: On Crap-a-Mania I, back in those meaningful days, I was the head honcho of a stable called the Communists, with Heiden-Dorf, Fuzzy Warble, and the belated Marcel Adams. We were making a statement, a classic one at that and then that dastard, Mercenary came in and ruined in all the fun. He single-handedly defeated the Communists at one night. The biggest night of the year and we blew it....til Crap-a-Mania II. That is to date, my bestest Crap-a-Mania has easily got to be Crap-a-Mania II, when I headlined against DSR in an Ironman Match. Back and forth we went for an hour, but somehow he weaseled his way to retain the belt I had so long desired since my EWT debut. I gave it all my best, but I lost. Then Crap-a-Mania came and I was having mental issues...but those seem to disappear as it appears that I am making to Crap-a-Mania IV as co-holder of the EWT World Tag Team Championship....but I have to team up with that..... DIRTY DISGUSTING BRUTAL BOTTOM-FEEDING TRASH-BAG IDIOT son of a b****, ape love. That ass**** will get his just do and it will come at a time, when that bastard pyschoapeguy comes back to life and I swear, I will put "him" to sleep when I have the chance. What's even more messed up is that he's in it for the sandwich combination of Turkey & Cheese....come on, who eats turkey these days? Easter may have just passed, but it was a time for HAM & CHEESE...not Turkey. This is why at Crap-a-Mania IV, I wanted a challenge...not how much ape tends to participate, but an actual wrestling match. I went straight up to Toomi Bischoff and these teams in wanted those belts so badly and he gave me these six teams.... *"I'm Shipping Up to Boston" by Dropkick Murphys plays. Only Team Ireland's Coach O'Hare walks down the aisle at an Irish walking pace and enters the ring fine, but upset. The crowd boo's him.* O'Hare: Aye, tisn't a shy low day 'nigh here, 'eh? *crowd chants WHAT?!* ALL RIGHT, ALL RIGHT, I came down this very ring in an instant when I heard six teams, my gawd, we still have our re-match clause and we were planning it for Crap-a-Mania! What have ye of you? Dorf: This is why I went to ToomiBischoff to get things satisfied from every party that wants to be involved. Yes, Team Ireland is in....BUT there is also B- *All About The Pentium's by "Weird Al" Yankovic plays* No. Mike: *has mic in hand and walks down the aisle* Yes. Here comes trouble... Joel: Make it double. Mike: Joel, this ain't the board game "Double Trouble" and we are NOT Team Rocket! *Joel nods* Anyways, after an intense battle of Counterstrike, Farcry, and Unreal Tournament 2004, we decided we needed to get some "fresh exercise" again and think those tag-belts would look shiny against our new, Microsoft Vista computers. Joel: INDEED! We would have returned sooner, if it wasn't for those tied games....all 10, 519, 814.2 games. One man, came in and slapped in some sense to us and told us that while we're still young and valuable, more monies can exist to play more games when we're old and stale and that man is..... *Sonic Youth's "Drunken Butterfly" plays* Dorf: DAVIES. Davies: Howdy, dorf? How do you like my Team players? I can see big things with these young hooliganz *camera pans to mike who is picking his nose and then to joel who let's out a quiet burp* The Nyrds are back and I am training them to KICK YOUR ASS! Also ape love's. Mike & Joel have played the classic video game EWT Just...DO! for 15 straight hours to re-learn your craft and earned the unlockable ape love character and THEN WE BEAT HIM DOWN! Therefore, at Crap-a-Mania IV you keep saying people will get your just do and whatever crap like that, well dorf, its going to be the other way around! Because from their video game learning experiences, they have learned more, look leaner, and of course, talked to the opposite sex. Joel:....you could say we're the Nyrds v2.0. *points to a sexy lady* Look at her Mike, she wants to "cyber" with us! Mike: *unleashes binoculars* That's unaffirmative, Joel...I think she was looking at Davies, musular uh.....quad. Dorf: Not bad, Davies....that's two teams going against us, I'll say the next team...Team R- *Odd purple smoke infiltrates the arena, especially underneath the CrapTron to show the dirty tag-team of Team Raft Shack!* Faboon: We in, right? Dorf: You CAME in a little too early, but you're in. Faboon: No, win belts Crap-a-Mania? Zeleke: WE TAG CHAMPION? Faboon: Our name is on fight, so WE ARE! Dorf: No, you are NOT champions, me and that son of a b**** idiot, ape love are. Faboon: ohhhhhhhhhh, Zeleke came from a son of a b****! *Zeleke nods* Dorf: All right Coach O'Hare...the next tag-team! They are the Cidal Squad! *No Quarter by Led Zeppelin plays...crowd solidly boo's the Cidal Squad members Insecticidal and Sinnercidal, just as loud as Pat O'Hare's entrance* Insecticidal: Ya know, I expected a better crowd than this just for, our, attentive purposes only. *Crowd boo's LOUDLY* We came in for one purpose to sign up for this match at Crap-a-Mania...and that is solely to win EWT Tag-Team Championship at all costs. Finally, the Cidal Squad will have their opportunity at Crap-a-Mania IV, where our base begins to belong to us. Dorf: Wow...just for the dorfy special for you, Andy Duke....on CRAP-A-MANIA IV, YOU WILL GET YOUR...JUST DO! *Crowd cheers crazily for dorf as he continues* ....even if its with my long-time foe the Nyrds *crowd cheers somewhat* or Team Raft Shack! *crowd cheers are louder* even frickin' Team Ireland would enjoy to kick your ass so that you...get that do. *crowd cheers loud, as the Cidal Squad gets a bit paranoid for the cheers* ....or this team: *Praeludium in D Minor by Johann Pachelbel plays...Big & Bad come right underneath the CrapTron to boo's equaling Cidal Squad* Dorf: Hmm....nevermind. This team, Big & Bad, you will get your....just DO! *crowd chants DOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!* That's right, Toomi Bischoff wanted some "diversity" in this match. Zeleke: DERFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF!!!!!!! Dorf: Yea. Mr. Big: Diversity? Just do? Hell no, one thing's for sure at Crap-a-Mania IV, is that somebody is going to feel the HFD and he's going down hard. Mr. Bad: *does some random non-English slurs and pats his beer belly* Mr. Big: Hmm, Mr. Bad is hungry. He feels hungry for HUMAN. *Mr. Bad points toward Zeleke* Dorf: WHOA, whoa, whoa....there will be NO cannabalism when we're trying to get everybody to know who's they're Crap-a-Mania opponent. Tell him to hold it, as I announce the last team on the card here....Boogie Knights 3000! *"Stayin' Alive (remix)" by N-Trance plays* *Before they would even say a word....Dorf interrupts* Dorf: no, no, no....CUT THE MUSIC! CUT THE DAMN MUSIC before "he" shows up! *As soon as the music is cut, a screeching OWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! EAT TURKEY!!!!!!!! was let out right underneath the CrapTron to reveal Ape Love and the crowd goes crazy!* *Ape eats his Turkey leg whole with cheese drizzled on the outside in two bites and throws the bone at Mr. Bad. Mr. Bad follows the bone, as if its a fresh bird in Africa, like a do-do or something and chases it down knocking into Team Raft Shack, into the Deuce n' Domino effect into the Cidal Squad, then all of a sudden a brawl started between the Nyrds who fly in out of nowhere with the Cidal Squad and everybody in the vincinity starts to fight (All 6 teams, except Mr. Bad for going after that turkey drumstick)* *Team Ireland members, Donnelly and McCann come into the ring and joined along into the brawl, by call from O'Hare, who stepped out of the ring during the Nyrds part of this promo. Meanwhile, in the ring still, dorf stares at ape love who appears with this smile for what he has just done: *Referees come in out of nowhere to break up the brawl as ape love limpers with a smile, toward dorf. Dorf gets back into reality with one, final message.* Dorf: Coming this Crap-a-Mania IV...all you teams are going to be involved in a Tables, Ladders, and Chairs....also known as TLC Open Gauntlet Match. The way this works is when two teams start the fight and each team is defeated by pinfall IN THE RING, until the last two teams in this match are fighting for the tag-straps hanging 15 FEET IN THE MIDDLE AREA ABOVE THE SQAURED CIRCLE!. *Crowd cheers very loudly for this match rules...as the brawl stops as random camera views of worried participants after hearing the rules of the match....after about five seconds each on all the Superstars, the camera fades to black for commerical.*
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