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Post by Spankymac is sick of the swiss on Apr 14, 2007 1:57:26 GMT -5
*We come back from commercial with Merc already in the ring, and his music fading out. He looks like he doesn't even want to be in the ring. No Sleep Till Brooklyn plays and Chucky Gambino makes his entrance*
Howard Finkel: Introducing... From Brooklyn, New York, "THE ONE MAN MAFIA" CHUCKY GAMBINO!!!!!
Michael Cole: Well, John, after a slightly dissapointing debut last week, it looks like "The One Man Mafia" is about to get back on track.
JBL: Slightly dissapointing?! It was a disaster, Michael, but he made up for it with his brutalization of that goof in the parrot suit. This week, he looks ready to go.
*Chucky enters the ring, disposes of his ring gear, and gets ready to lock up when Merc walks to the center of the ring, and lays down*
Merc: Just pin me?
Chucky: WHAT?!!!! GET UP, YOU STUNAD!!!!!!
Merc: PIN ME!!
*Chucky reluctantly places his foot on Merc's chest, and the ref counts the three*
Cole: Well, so much for Gambino getting any competition this week.
JBL: Dammit, I really wanna see what this guy can do in the ring, and he keeps getting matched up against slackers and freaks. What the hell is wrong with the people running this place?
Cole: I think Chucky shares your frustration.
*Chucky grabs a mic*
Chucky: WHAT THE HELL?! I come out this week lookin' forward to havin' an actual match, after that mess last week, and this idiot lays down for me? WHEN AM I GONNA GET SOME COMPETITION?!!!!!!! *Chucky throws down the mic, and walks out in disgust*
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Post by Toom E. Guci on Apr 14, 2007 18:33:59 GMT -5
*Toom E Dangerously walks out of his office as Sum Guy rushes up to him.*
Sum: Mr. Dangerously, Mr. Dangerously...folks have been anxious for weeks. What is going down for Crap-a-mania !!!!?
Toom: People want to know? People want to know? You know what Sum...you, as well as everybody else...will just have to wait. You see, we have been ironing out all the details.
Crap-a-mania !!!! will be in EWT tradition as well as EWT fashion. There are a couple of suprises we are working on, as well as some suprises we will announce when we announce the line up.
And fans will just have to tune in tomorrow to EWT's Road to Crap-a-mania !!!! special where we will announce the official line up. Now, if you'll excuse me...I have a meeting to attend.
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Post by Redface: Dispenser of Justice on Apr 14, 2007 21:42:50 GMT -5
*The Scene Opens in what seems to be a remote parking lot near the sesame place where EWT is currently taping it's shows. A large cement truck barrels into view and stops on the black top. The driver of the cement truck takes the keys out of the ignition, and hops out of the truck. He walks over to Redface Rodgers, who is surveying the area and constantly referring to a piece of paper. The driver (who will be referred to as Bill going forward) hands Rodgers the keys and begins speaking.*
Bill: Here you go. I'll bring in another truck tomorrow, but this one should have enough so that you can at least get started.
Redface: Thanks man.
Bill: *chuckling* Man, when was the last time we made one of these? 8? 10 years ago?
Redface: *rubbing his chin*...Uh, I think your right. Ten Years ago. It was awesome then, and it'll be awesome now.
Bill: *Patting Redface on the shoulder* I'm proud of you man. You've come along way. This is going to cement your legacy for sure!
Redface: Oh, God, That was corny! *they both start laughing*...But your gonna come see, right?
Bill: That depends, You gonna get me and the boys tickets?
Redface: Of course, Bro! I owe you that much...But listen, you should really think about coming out of retirement. EWT would be great for you, man!
Bill: Thanks for the offer, man, But, as much as I love wrestling, I love the construction business much more.
Redface: Ah, That's cool. When are those guys comin'
Bill: Soon, don't worry. *referring to the piece of paper* Can I have that?
Redface: Oh, Right. Here *hands him the paper*
*Bill walks off. Redface begins talking to the camera.*
Redface: Wrestling nowadays is too much about steel. f*** that. I've always been partial to stone. Concrete, cement, stuff like that. Steel can hurt and person, But ston can smash that person into little peices. Now, I said I was going to destroy Minipax, and I ment it. First, on my hitlist: who else? Chris Indigo. The day of Crap-a-mania is going to be an important one for the entire industry, so I thought, why not make my match against ol' Indigo a fun one? so I dragged out one of the Ideas I had lyin' around my diseased mind, a creation of mines from my backyard days and use it to bring about Indigo's doom. That's why I had myu ol' pal Bill bring in that truck...
*Redface points to the cement truck which, has already began pouring cement onto the ground.*
Redface: Right now, that blob of cement don't look like much, but soon, It's going to look like a big block. Then, before it's dry, I'm going to put some ring posts on top of it, and then it's going to look like a wrestling ring. A cement wrestling ring. It's gonna be fun, I'll tell ya.
*fade to black*
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Post by Deleted on Apr 14, 2007 23:22:57 GMT -5
*The camera fades into the backstage area of the makeshift EWT arena at Sesame Place. It seems to be the main locker room--Aaron Chamblis is in his signature shirt and a pair of jeans, lacing up his tennis shoes with a duffel bag slung over his back. Also in the back is Voltigeur, in his wrestling gear and jacket, reading a red book with a black falcon on the cover.*
Aaron: So, Voltigeur...how's that book comin' along?
Volt: Hmmmph? Oh, I suppose it is going well...
Aaron: Really?
Volt: Yes.
Aaron: Really?
Volt: Yes.
Aaron: Reeeaaaaalllyyyyy?
Volt: Are you trying to obtain information or are you mocking me!?
Aaron: I'm just ribbing with you is all.
Volt: Well...maybe you should treat people with decency and respect instead of your so-called "ribbing."
Aaron: Um, fine. Sure. Say, um...I'm driving back to the hotel. Want to grab a bite at the local Taco Bell on the way?
Volt: No.
Aaron: Oh.
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WELL THEN....I'm off. I'll see you later, Volt!
*Goes over and grabs Klaar's right hand, shaking it really fast, hears him grumble, let's go, and briskly walks out of the camera's view. As Volt continues reading, Aaron can be heard outside the room just a bit.*
Aaron: Hey! What's this?
*Voltigeur attempts to ignore him.*
Volt: Hush! I need provacy to read!
Aaron: "Special Announcement regarding Crapamania:
In addition to all of the current contenders, EWT wrestlers AARON CHAMBLIS and VOLTIGEUR have been added as Chris Indigo's competition to his Toolshed Title defense!
-Toomi Bischoff."
HEY! VOLT!
Voltigeur: WHAT?
Aaron: WE'RE GOING TO CRAPAMANIA!
Voltigeur: Really?
Aaron: YEAH!
Volt: HOW ABOUT WE CELEBRATE THEN?
Aaron: TACOS!
Volt: TACOS INDEED, SMALL ONE!
*As Aaron begins screaming in joy, Voltigeur shiftily looks around, drops the book in one his bags, zips it up, grabs the rest of his stuff, and leaves the camera's view as it slowly fades out.*
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Post by Spankymac is sick of the swiss on Apr 14, 2007 23:58:24 GMT -5
*Camera fades in on the locker room with Chucky Gambino talking on his cell phone. He looks extremely irritated*
Chucky: I know, pop! I thought I actually drew a good opponent this week, and then the moron goes and lays down for me. No, I'm not wastin' your money here! I don't know what's goin' on, but this place is filled with funzanoons and whack jobs, pop. You got that pirate idiot last week, this guy this week, I saw some whacko walking around with a boom box blastin' 80's music or somethin', and I'm the only normal one, I swear to god. *Stops to listen to the other end of the conversation* Okay, pop, stop yelling! You'll upset your heart! Don't worry, I swear, next time I step in a ring, I won't let the family down, and someone's gonna take a BEATING, neighborhood style! Just like you and Uncle Vinnie used to do to guys that wouldn't pay up back in the day. I promise ya, pop. Alright, pop, good bye, and god bless. *Hangs up phone*
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Post by Bedlam LadyD on Apr 15, 2007 0:02:35 GMT -5
Synthy is sitting backstage, legs crossed and sitting on a table. Her sunglasses are pulled back, but her eyes are closed. She looks either severely bored, or thoughtful. Maybe even both. Bent red feathers look to litter the floor around her.Joe Ragnal walks by, looking at the feathers. "What in the hell...Synthy? What's with the red feathers?
She has a slow grin spread on her face. "Let's just say a little birdy dropped by and tried to steal my wallet again.."
Joe tries his hardest to think of who that would be, then snaps his fingers. "Polly?"
Synthy opens her eyes and stares directly at him. "No, Crauswell." She slides toward him on the table. "Of course, I mean Polly. Anyway, so what have you been doing to kill off those rumors about us?" She crosses her arms.
"What else?" Said Joe, lowering his sunglasses down. "Telling people it's not true. Except for Marcus Saxton and Chad Michaels."
Synthy rolls her eyes. "I keep hearing of these people, but still have not a bloody clue as to whom they are. Care filling me in, manager?"
Joe scratches his nose before he talks. "Alright, that Saxton dude? No clue. All I know is, he's a friend of Mike Corral's and Chad's. Chad, however, used to be in EWT as EN Bunk. He and Chad, originally Bolt Bacana, teamed up as the Third Street Warriors, eventually changing their names down the line, and becoming Rated X."
Synthy hops down and keeps her gaze locked on him. "How...clever. But what does Rated X stand for, and why do ditzy people like Candy keep telling me about him?" She is quiet for a second, then speaks again. "Actually, I don't think I care. What's on the agenda for today?"
Joe whips out a piece of folded notebook paper out, and unfolds it, reading it with his finger. "Well, you and Terina have that match against Nunez, and Riot. Yanno, as part of the BUTT?" Joe laughs at the name, typically.
Synthy shakes her head. "Sophomoric humor is how you swing apparently. But, no pun intended, yes. We do have a match against them. ..Whoever the hell they are.."
"Eh, you'll do fine," Joe said, patting Synthy on the back. "I mean, c'mon, you're teaming with Terina. She's a good wrestler, prolly stronger than Juri after that submission match they had. And damn good looking to boot." Joe finishes his statement off with a whistle.
Synthy, again, rolls her eyes. "Jeez. She's pretty, but I'm glad to realize that's not the only reason why she's my partner. Like Juri, I'm glad I actually have capable women on my side. As opposed to guys who probably wouldn't tag me in.."
"Hey, I would. I respect a woman for doing what she does, especially having Linda teach me a few things about the ropes herself." Joe scratches his chin as he looks down at the floor. "Though, that thing with the Oreos was weird..."
Synthy looks mildly disturbed by the last comment. "I honestly don't even want a smidge of an idea what the hell you are talking about. Now, do you have any tips or something for us against them?"
Joe shrugs his shoulders. "Not much I can do there, Synth. These guys are as new as the next hat joke Daryl Dragon tells us, so I couldn't tell you how to beat Nunez and Riot. Though, here's an idea for you. Don't let them push you down. You guys are stong. You are invincible! You are-" Synthy then elbows Joe in the stomach before he goes into a musical number.
Synthy withdraws her elbow from his stomach. "I'm not really sorry, but I did have to do that. No singing managers for me. Having a guy whose the self-proclaimed MAN OF FUN or whatever is bad enough. Besides...if you sing...I'd have to start on with Rent. NO ONE, wants that to happen."
Joe coughs out some saliva before standing back up. "I liked Rent. Granted, I only saw the movie, but that was a fun little deal, yanno?"
Synthy smirks. "Rent was the only movie I teared up in, and if you tell anyone that, you will become a eunuch. Also, if I can brag...I sing Maureen's parts to perfection." She stretches and starts walking, dragging Joe along with her. "Not in the mood for standing.."
Gaining his own footing after a few seconds, Joe catches up to Synthy. "Yanno what my favorite musical is, though? The Producers. Saw it on Broadway, but I missed it when Lane and Broderick were performing." Joe kicks at the ground, disappointed.
Synthy shrugged. "'ve only seen the movie version of Rent, and read the book of Wicked. I've heard The Producers was sheer brilliance though. And why the wax am I being so social with you? I'm not nice....damnit...."
Joe just laughs to himself. "Admit it. You enjoy my company. I'm an opposite to you, thus making me somewhat worth socializing with. Hell, I'm amazed you're even tolerating me."
Synthy's left eye visibly tics. "To be blunt, I am too. More often then not, I'd end up punting a guy like your self's head across the hallway. Somehow though, I find you...possibly acceptable for company." She keeps walking, sharing her exit with Joe as they step into the sun. "It smelled too much like smoke for my liking in there."
"Meh", said Joe, shrugging his shoulders. "I find the smell interesting. Not that I'd smoke, but something about second hand..." Joe stops, feeling that that may just be the most awkward bit of conversation he ever made.
Synthy smacks her forehead. "Like me and gasoline at gas stations. It's weird, but I find the smell oddly pleasant." A sheepish 'smirk' is now on her face. "Anyway...the hell time is it?"
Joe reaches into his pocket and flips open his cell phone. "By my time, it's...six at night." He closes the phone and puts it back in his pocket. "Why, when's your match supposed to be?"
Synthy gazes toward the sun, lowered more toward the ground then the last time she looked. "Not for awhile. I'm just bored, matter of fact, you ran into me when I was starting to fall asleep."
"Whassa matter, eh? The rides aren't entertaining enough?" Joe asks, raising an eyebrow to Synthy.
Synthy lowers her sunglasses. "I don't ride things. I actually disregard them as something quite too childish for me to do.."
Joe looks at Synthy, then at the sun, and chuckles. "Man, opposites really do attract, huh?" He lowers his shades again. "See, that's what I need to do with you. Teach you how to be more fun, not in the sense of hardcore, though, mind you. Okay, well, maybe just a little."
Synthy looks at him, a bright blue eyebrow raised. "Character differences always seem to mesh well the majority of the time. And I do so have fun!...I ....read..."
Joe rolls his hand, trying to help Synthy get her words out. "You read...you read...a book? A comic? An interesting webjoke?"
Synthy glares. "WORDS. Things that let my imagination go to places I can't. Places where I can pretend I'm....."She closes her mouth and looks at her feet.
"Don't make me play the guessing game here." Joe said, crossing his arms.
Synthy's face flushed pink. "Hell no. I'm not finishing that sentence. I'm wishing I hadn't started it..."
Joe puts his hand gently down on Synthy's shoulder. "Look, it can't be anything bad that you can't tell me about. I mean, what's the worst you could say?" "It makes me think I was pretty."She's glaring at him.
Joe backs away, realizing he just pissed her off. "Oh..."
Synthy sighs. ".....Sorry to snap at you. I just feel so waxing uncomfortable when I talk about my appearance."
Joe, still feeling a tad guilty, sits down on the ground, his legs crossed as he stares into the sunset. "Yanno, you shouldn't be like that. If you're not happy about who you are on the outside, you can always change it. But before you listen to me, ask yourself. Would you do it to please yourself, or those skanks that you were throwing left and right when they got eliminated?"
Synthy sits down roughly, and stretches herself out. "I like the way I look..it's just that sometimes I feel inadequate as to what I look like...I mean, all of the women, besides the plasticized skanks, I have faced were beautiful women. I look in the mirror, and admire my hair, or the clothes I wear....but I always ignore what my face actually looks like. I just don't feel like that's how...I should look. I'm not sure how I should explain this..."
Joe waves it off. "Nah, don't worry about it. But, without sounding like I'm trying to get romantically attached to you, you don't look as bad as you think."
Synthy. "Appreciated. Really, but I try not to focus on things like that too much. It waxs with my head too much. Besides, I'm the beauty-hater, remember? If any of this got around, my building reputation would sink lower then the Brooklyn Brawler's career."
"Not to worry. Although, you realize that would require the Brawler to actually HAVE a career, right?"
“Point for you, Joe." She leans back on her elbows and grins. "It's nice out here. It seems so...calm."
"Yeah, it's damn peaceful." He lies on his back, putting his arms behind his head. "God..." He chuckles to himself as he looks up at the sky.
Synthy continues to stare towards the sun. "....Home is so chaotic. A bit of a breather is nice sometimes...."
"True. But I was just laughing because, well, this is usually a set up in movies where two people usually kiss."
Synthy falls over, having lost her balance at this comment by Joe. she now resides flat on her back, but it's comfortable anyway. "I had something occur a long time ago that has lead me to avoid any possible romantic connections. Except for one horrid thing last year...but that's kind of a funny story..."
"Something awful lead to romance?" Questioned the Innovator.
Synthy laughed. "No. I meant a past event lead me to never try anything involving romance again. Then I was talking about this awful blind date set up last year that I found kinda funny now that I think about it."
"Well, that's a blind date for ya." Joe's cell phone started to ring, and he stands up to reach into his pocket. He flips it open to see who's calling. "Crap, it's my girlfriend."
Synthy smiles with amusement. "Aww. And here I thought we were having a 'moment'." It's obvious she's kidding.
Joe laughs along with her. "Hey, I'm gonna go back inside and take this, that okay with you?"
She nods. "I'm going to stay out here a bit longer. My mind needs to relax before I try to attack a random dude backstage or something."
"Alright, I'll see you for your match." Joe flashes a thumbs up to Synthy before answering his phone and heading inside. "Hey Tanya, how's it going, hon? Yeah, things are great." Synthy could hear his voice fade as he heads back in.
"Tanya?...Whoa.."She thinks this to herself and stares at the blazing orb in the sky as it sinks to it's halfway point. It has gotten darker, slightly chillier, but she pulls her shades back and scoots against the building, intending to take a nap.
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Post by SsnakeBite, the No1 Frenchman on Apr 15, 2007 11:32:16 GMT -5
*Ivy and Mysth are in the corridor, chatting while walking. Suddenly, Terina appears at a corner. She stops in front of them, staring at Ivy.*
Terina : Well... if that' s not "Sexually Frustrating" Ivy Rospine...
Mysth : Hey ! Don' t you...
Ivy : Leave this to me, please, honey. I think you' ve got to prepare yourself for your match versus Ratings, anyway.
Mysth : OK, whatever you want...
*Mysth leaves the two girls alone and goes the other way.*
Ivy : So... what was that for ?
Terina : I just wanted to warn you... we the members of the Girl Next Door division didn' t really like the way you seem to underestimate us...
Ivy : Well, I just wanted to make it clear that I was going to do my best here. I' m perfectly aware that the GNDs are no jokes, that' s why I' m gonna be at 100% of my potential and that' s why I' m gonna become the greatest Girl Next Door the EWT ever knew ! And you know what, Teri ? When the GND title is back, I will give it back what it had lost, or maybe give it what it never had until now : a meaning. There' s a reason why or division disappeared. Obviously YOU couldn' t manage to keep it alive. But now... there' s a reason why it will resuscitate !
Terina : Look, girl. What have you done until now ? What do you know about the EWT ? Defeating one of the WWE slags doesn' t make you the next big thing. You' re nothing here yet, and if you don' t watch your mouth, you may regret it deeply...
Ivy : Is this a threat ?
Terina : Nah... if you come back to your sense and show more humility, I don' t see why I should KNOCK it into your head...
*Goes to the next segment.*
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Post by xombiehiphop on Apr 15, 2007 14:16:04 GMT -5
Announcer: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is a handicap match! Introducing first.. -"No Quarter" by Led Zepplin begins to play to mark the arrival of The Cidal Squad. Jonathan Doe and Andy Duke make their way from the back and advance towards the ring side area- Announcer: Making their way to the ring at a combined weight of 360 lbs..“Sinnercidal” Jonathan Doe and “Insecticidal” Andy Duke, THE CIDAL SQUAD!
Cole: What do kind of chance do you think The Cidal Squad has in this one, John? JBL: ..Cidal. I guess I would be "Richadical" John Layfield. Cole: ..And..my question? JBL: Nicknames aside, The Cidal Squad are a hell of a team. They've been incredibly impressive as of late. But a handicap match against three freak shows and their little friend at ring side, their going to have to bring more than their A game. Cole: Well, don't forget that The Cidal Squad's third member is also EWT Champion Mike Ragnal. I'm sure these two are looking to get some gold around their waist as well. -The music dies down and Andy Duke grabs a microphone. Just as he is about to speak, all of the lights in the arena turn completely off. A few red flashes briefly illuminate the surroundings before the lights come back on...revealing that all three members of The Draugr and Karma have formed a circle around the outside of the ring. Each of them glare at The Cidal Squad like rabid wolves before sliding into the ring, fists flying from all the participants. Despite the three on two advantage, The Cidal Squad are able to take the initial advantage, tossing Ghost Face and Corpse from the ring and Double Clotheslining Wraith out after them. The Draugr circle around the ring for a few moments to regroup, before Corpse officially starts the match with "Sinndercidal". The two circle each other for a moment before locking up. Doe muscles Corpse into a corner, using his larger size to overpower his opponent. Doe hits a few stomps to the guts before whipping Corpse across the ring and into the opposite turnbuckle. Doe charges forward but Corpse get's a boot up to stun his adversary. The blue haired zombie quickly pulls himself onto the top rope, looking to hit a Crossbody, but Doe catches him and Body Slams him in one fluid motion. Corpse is whipped into the ropes and on the rebound, Jonathan nails him with a Flapjack. Corpse crawls his corner and Doe follows along behind him. Ghost Face tries to punch him but Doe blocks it and sends the pale skinned grappler off the apron with a punch of his own. However, as he turns around, he's met with a Dropsault flush in the face from Corpse. Corpse stomps away on Doe for a moment before tagging in Wraith. Wraith waits for Doe to get to his feet before catching him with a Neckbreaker. This is quickly followed up by a Suplex. Wraith whips Doe into the ropes and lowers his head. Doe seizes the opportunity to hit one of his trademark Pile Drivers. Andy Duke is tagged into the match shortly. As Wraith pulls himself to his feet, he's quickly met with a Clothesline. Wraith stumbles to a standing position once more and Duke brings him to the canvas with a Bulldog. He runs the ropes, looking to follow up, but catches a knee in the back from Corpse for his troubles. Duke turns around and takes a swing but Corpse drops off the apron..when Duke turns around, Wraith surprises him with a Sweeping STO. Cole: This is where the 3-on-2 advantage we spoke about comes into play. The Cidal Squad are going to need eyes in the back of their head. JBL Or holy water. Ghost Face is tagged into the match and he smirks down at Duke. He runs off the ropes and plants Andy in the face with a both of his feet as he attempts to get off of his stomach. The alleged leader of The Draugr quickly sprints over to the middle rope and dives off with a Missle Drop Kick, taking "Insecticidal" off his feet once more. He drags Andy to his feet and locks in a front face lock, looking to hit the "Ghostbuster" Evenflow DDT but Andy holds onto the top rope to block the attempt, Ghost Face crashing onto his back. Upon reaching his feet, Ghost Face is knocked over the top rope from courtesy of a Calf Kick from Duke. Ghost Face doesn't get a moment to catch a breather as Andy follows up with an Asia Moonsault to the outside. Karma begins to creep up behind Duke but he spots her from the corner of his eye and spins around..but he doesn't spot Corpse who nails him with a Baseball Slide thanks to the interference Karma had caused. Corpse surveys his handiwork for a moment before walking right into a Powerbomb from Jonathan Doe. Doe himself is caught off guard by a Spinebuster from Wraith. The Ref is having a difficult time trying to get all illegal participants of the match out of the ring as Ghost Face rolls Andy Duke back into the ring. Wraith grabs him by the neck, and shoves him into a Piledriver position. Ghost Face hops onto the apron, looking to complete the "Zombie Eater" Spiked Piledriver move. But, as Ghost Face springs onto top rope, Andy Duke counters the Piledriver, flipping Wraith over. Wraith's ankle clips the ropes, shaking them, and causing Ghost Face to lose his balance, crotching himself in the process Cole: Fan's, we'll have to take a break while the Referee attempts to get a handle on this match! Don't you dare go away! As we come back from a commercial break, Jonathan Doe and Ghost Face are now the legal men. Doe has just tossed Ghost Face from the top turnbuckle to the center of the ring. Ghost Face uses the ropes to pull himself to his feet and Doe charges forward looking to hit a boot to the face. Ghost nimbly ducks and Drop Toe Holds, Doe onto the bottom rope, throat first. Ghost Face makes a tag to Corpse and Andy Duke is tagged in as well.
The two rush to meet each other and Andy Duke quickly slaps on the "Fujicidal Armbar". Wraith quickly enters the ring to break it up with a boot. Wraith pounds away on Duke but Andy fights back with a stiff Brainbuster. While this is occurring, Ghost Face has slipped to the opposite side of the ring, from the outside, and pulled Jonathan Doe off the apron. The two begin to brawl and the referee watches this, trying to break it up. Meanwhile, Andy Duke has just hit Corpse with a Tiger Bomb. He looks to capitalize further when he see's Karma climb up onto the apron. He steps towards her, but as he draws closer, she spits some type of thick, gross looking, red liquid right into his face. The crowd makes a recoiling noise
Cole: What was THAT?! Whatever it is, Andy Duke is blinded!
Karma slinks down from the apron, the liquid dripping from her mouth as she smirks away. Duke is blinded and Wraith kicks him in the gut, lifting him up upon his shoulders in a Powerbomb position. With his back to the turnbuckles, his team mate Corpse climbs onto them. Andy Duke is soon hit with a Powerbomb/Blockbuster Combo Move, driving him into the mat with a double impact. The Referee turns to make the count as Corpse slides into a cover..
..One..
..Two..
..Three!
Announcer: Here are your winners...The Draugr!
"We Die Young" starts to play as Wraith and Corpse join Ghost Face and Karma on the outside of the ring. They back up the ramp, watching The Cidal Squad as Doe slides into the ring, trying to check on whatever had been spit into Andy Duke's eyes. They cackle amongst themselves as the scene fades..
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Post by Redface: Dispenser of Justice on Apr 15, 2007 17:19:34 GMT -5
EWT comes back from commercial break to see that Redface Rodgers and Abraham Lincoln the 8th are already in the ring, standing nose to nose and glaring at each other as they wait for the bell to ring and start the match.
DING! DING!
Abe suddenly comes out of nowhere with a Drop Kick to Rodgers, knocking him down to the mat.Lincoln then follows up with a Elbow Drop and then he pulls Rodgers to his feet and begins to relentlessly deliver chops to his opponents chest. Abe knees Rodgers in the gut and as Rodgers bends over in pain Abe follows through with another knee to Rodgers face which knocks the dazed opponent flat on his back onto the mat once again.
Abe then nails Rodgers with Uncivil War and goes for the pin….
1…..
2…..
NO!
Abe leaps to his feet and goes for the Top Hat and then he pulls Rodgers to his feet and follows up with the Penny Pincher.
He goes for the pin….
One……
Two…..
Thr-NO!
Redface Rodgers kicks out at two and a half leaving Abe slightly in shock.
Both men are on their feet now as Rodger takes a swing at Abe but Abe ducks and retaliates with a chop right to the bridge of Rodgers nose. As Rodgers stumbles back in pain, Abe follows up with Lincoln’s Ghost knocking Rodgers to the mat yet again. Abe pulls Rodgers to his feet and delivers the Gettysburg Abuse and then pulling Rodgers to his feet again Abe follows through with his Finisher--Ford’s Theatre.
He goes for the pin….
1….
2…..
3!
Abe has won this match…..but wait!, the Referee sees the replay on the Toomitron and notices that Rodgers got his leg onto the bottom rope before the count of three---and because of that the pin doesn’t count-which means the match is still in progress!
Abe can’t believe it.
He’s furious!
As it turns out his anger is what completely turns the tide of the match. He turns and swings at Rodgers but Redface easily avoids it and slips up behind Abe and then gives him a brutal Atomic Drop and then follows through with a Gorilla Press Slam!
He then yanks Abe to a standing position and chucks him into the Turnbuckles and then he begins to lay into Abe with several lefts and rights, and then pulling Abe into a standing position again he tosses the Presidential looking opponent through the ropes and to the outside of the ring.
Redface Rodgers slips outside the ring himself and pulls Abe to his feet before slamming the man’s head into the edge of the ring several times.
This time it is Abe Lincoln the 8th who is dazed as Redface Rodgers tosses him back into the ring and then climbs back in himself and begins to viciously stomp on the fallen Abe. Rodgers then pulls Abe to his feet and throws him into the ring. Rodgers enters the ring and Grabs Abe, pulling him into a devastating Madison Avenue Slam! Redface goes for the pin!
1! 2! HUH?!!?
Chris Indigo enters the ring and breaks up the pin! He then begins to attack Redface Rodgers. Rodgers low-blows Indigo and then begins to beat him mercilessly. Abe exits the ring amidst the chaos as the referee rings the bell, signifying a no contest and security comes to break up the fight.
*fade to black*
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Post by Bedlam LadyD on Apr 15, 2007 17:30:50 GMT -5
*Cue camera zoom-in on Terina and Synthy.
Terina and Synthy are staring face-to-face in the back. It seems their conversation has lasted a while, as both girls nod to each other and start walking towards the ring entrance. Both are wearing their typical attire, with exception to a symbol written on their left hands. A J stands with a T crossing through it and an S hanging below the other letters. Both of the women have serious expressions on their otherwise calm faces, if a bit of a smirk added to Synthy's and a smug half-grin on Terina's. Both women are confident, and that's apparent to everyone as they step out onto the ramp. It's Synthy's beginning chorus edged into Terina's theme for their music. Terina has gained a little distance in front of Synthy, as she's strutting slightly. Synth is rolling her neck and eyeing the ring. She jumps over the rop rope as Terina slides between the bottom ones. "This match is for the Barclay's Unofficial Trios Tournament." Lillian Garcia announces their stats: "Arriving from Indianapolis, Indiana, weighing in at 143 pounds, standing at 5 feet and 7 inches tall....Synthy Erriiiss!" "Coming in from San Diego, California, weighing in at 139 pounds, and standing in also at 5 feet and 7 inches, Terinaaa! Together they form 2/3rds of the team, JTS!"
"You ready, newbie?" Says Terina, that smug grin on her face not wavering. "Of course." She replies, interrupted by the appearance of their opponents as she tosses her sunglasses towards the table outside. "And their opponents~" 'Ch-Check it Out' by the Beastie Boys plays over the PA System. Jesse Nunez is waving at the crowd, while Matthew Riot looks to be laughing at the girls. "Weighing at 218 pounds, standing at 6 feet and 2 inches, Jesse Nunez! With his partner, Matthew Riot!"
The music dies away, and each respective tag team choose who the first ones out are. It's decided Terina will face Matthew Riot in the opening face down. Matthew is standing there with a cocky grin on his face and a leer toward Terina. "Shouldn't you be warming your men up for their match?" He says. She shakes her head and his tag partner yells at him. "Don't just stand there! Do something."
Riot walks over to her and sticks his face towards her. "C'mon babe, free hit!" He puckers his lips and she kicks him in the gut. Following up to the bent down Riot, she lands a nice, flexible flip neckbreaker and stomps on his face. "Chauvinistic, low class ass!"
Synthy is leaning on the rope watching Terina kick Riot in the face and smiling. Terina goes for a springboard legdrop, but Riot rolls out of the way. He picks her up by the hair and throws her over his shoulder. Dropping backwards he plants her into the mat. With a loud 'thump!', she lays still for a moment. Synthy cringes and shakes the ropes.
Riot toys with Terina, poking her with his foot and shaking his head. Nunez yells at him to stop goofing off. He shrugs and attempts a leg lock on Terina. The brunette counters by scooping the back of his knee with the cradle of her foot. She pulls herself up, pushes him on his stomach. and grabs one of his legs, bending it backwards into a half-Boston Crab. Working the leg, her face is set into a determined look.
Nunez interrupts and pulls her off, Riot lingers on the ground as Nunez now puts Terina over his shoulders. Before anything happens to her however, Synthy erupts into a spear straight into Nunez' lower abdomen. Terina lands on her feet. Mounting the groaning Riot, she assaults him with a flurry of elbow smashes, before he comes to his sense and knocks her off.
Synthy meanwhile, is busy with Nunez on the floor, having speared him through the ropes. Not because of the power behind the move, but because he hadn't expected it. He's now trying to get her to stop pounding his head. He shoves her away, pushes her back into the direction of her corner, just as the referee tells her to get her ass back there as well. The look on her face isn't a happy one, but she complies.
Terina gets tossed into the ringpost opposite Synthy. Riot runs toward her, intending harm, but gets a face full of post as she ducks away and dropkicks him further into it. As he bounces back, she goes into a fluid school boy pin. 1 2! No pin. Riot kicks out and both people quickly try to catch their breath. Synthy starts getting antsy in her corner, and Nunez is yelling for a tag. Terina jumps to Synthy's corner and slaps her hand as Nunez gets the tag in himself.
The two stare-down, with Synthy glaring up with razor sharp eyes. Nunez shrugs, and Synthy hits him with an uppercut that backlashes her into a spin. He takes the moment to hit her with two german suplexes and pins her down. 1 2~ the pin is a long two count.
Synthy manages to swing out from under him, and ducks under the bottom rope before he can get to her. "Get back in here!" He says this and she grabs his ankles, smiles and yanks them out from under him. Scrambling back up, she balances herself on the ropes and hits a corkscrew senton. He gets his hand to the bottom rope before it even hits the first count. She snaps her fingers and elbows him in the face. Synthy flips backwards and tells him to get the hell off of his back. He stands up, getting angry, and she motions to a newly-risen Terina to not interfere. Regarding the man in front of her, she hits an unexpected dropsault.
She's quick to her feet. Looking over at Matthew Riot, waves with a smirk. This leads to Nunez bouncing from the ropes and hitting her with a clothesline. She reels backward from the impact. He works her over with a kneedrop and drags her closer to an empty, back ring post, alongside the one his patner is cheering from. Heading up, he looks down with no emotion on his face. He wants nothing more then to get a win.Synthy, waking up, rolls closer to the post and quickly heads up it. She gets a smash to the face for her effort. Synthy continues up a valiant effort against the man's blows, but winds up getting superplexed for her trouble.
This maneuver takes it's toll on both of the competitors, who are down on the mat. Synthy manages to lean against the ropes, getting her wind back. As she leans up aganst the ropes for leverage, she sees the fallen Nunez and goes for a pin. He'd apparentally hit the ground harder then he had originally anticipated. 1 2 ~Thr- no! He gets the leg up. Synth goes for a submission, but Riot has stepped into the ring and suplexed her before anything can happen. He goes back to his corner and gets tagged by a weary Nunez.
Terina is demanding for Synthy to get on her feet. "Take this for your moment Synthy! C'MON!' Synthy sees Riot running toward her. The man ends up tripping himself up in his anxiousness to get to her, much to Nunez' dismay. Synthy runs and jumps directly onto his back. After she lands, she flips herself into a standing moonsault.
Terina looks over and notices the tired, irritated-looking Jesse walking to the center of the apron. Suspecting something may be up, she runs hastily towards a ringpost and jumps off, landing a beautiful hurricanrana to Nunez. Due to their positioning, the aggressively executed move awkwardly lands them both onto the nearest table. Synthy suspends her disbelief for another moment, and locks in the Chaos Crippler on the dazed and confused Riot.
The carnage outside of the ring sees Terina and Nunez in a tangled heap on the table. There's a dent in the center of it that slowly causes the table to collapse in itself. As it falls, Riot taps, his face becoming red from his frustraton. Synthy stands up, the victor through the mess.
"And your winners of this round by submission, from the Barclay's Unofficial Trios Tournament.. Terina and Synthy Eris!"
Synthy drags herself from the ring before Riot can act. Walking with a slight limp, she goes over to Terina and helps her up with her hand extended. She pulls Terina up, and with their arms over each others shoulders, they help the other walk out from the arena, to strictly cheers. Synthy's sunglasses are left behidn, as they were cracked and shattered ruing Terina's little escapade.
As the women disappear to the back, Nunez has stood up and is standing next to his partner. "Jesus! I cannot believe you! How did you slip?! We should have taken them down easier then that.." The two are last seen arguing for Riot's blunders.
Cue camera fade out.
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Post by Koda, Master Crunchyroller on Apr 15, 2007 17:43:32 GMT -5
We go backstage to Toom E. Dangerously's office, with Toom E. looking over some paperwork when all of a sudden, the door bursts open. Koda Kazar and his Cabinet pour into the room.
Koda: Toom E.! What the hell is the meaning of this?!
Koda slams his hands on the desk.
Koda: Toom....me and my Cabinet just looked at the card for Crap-a-Mania !!!!, and we noticed a certain....lack of something...
Toom: Oh yeah? What?
Koda, Grover, Rutherford, and Calvin all at the same time: US!!!!!!!
Koda: Toom....this...this is the 5th straight PPV that I've been absent from. I have not been in a PPV ever since I lost my Ox Division title to Crauswell. Now I want an honest answer....why the hell haven't I been in any PPV since? Give me an honest to God truthful answer, or I'll quit the EWT.
Koda and his Cabinet leave the office as Toom E. sits looking a little worried.
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Post by SsnakeBite, the No1 Frenchman on Apr 15, 2007 18:10:16 GMT -5
*Mysth is now alone in the corridor, making his way through it, when a staff member comes to meet him.*
Staff member: Hey, Mysth ! I' ve got something to show you !
Mysth : Aw, sorry mate, I have no time right now, I' ve gotta prepare for my match against Ratings !*
Staff member : But it' s really important and I think it will interest you very much !
Mysth : Let' s just meet after my match, then ?
Staff Member : It concerns Simon Scurvy and the black spots.
Mysth : *After a few mute seconds* ... OK, show me what you have...
*After a commercial break for the EWT lingerie...*
Staff member : See ? All of this story seemed really weird to me, so I checked the security videotapes and... Scurvy never entered the locker room.
Mysth : Which means he doesn' t change his clothes nor takes showers... disgusting...
Staff member : Er... it especially means he' s NOT the one who put those black spots into your luggages... and as you can see, he didn' t touch your bike either...
Mysth : What about the crow that gave one of the spots ?
Staff member : *Sneering.* Tee hee... the only bird around Scurvy I know would have troubles if he tried to fly... ha ha !
Mysth : *Smiling* Good point.
Staff member : Really Mysth... I think Scurvy is just some crazy guy who' s watched Pirates of the Carribeans a few too many times... he' s not the one who sends you the black spots.
Mysth : Wo wo wo !! Let' s not jump to conclusions ! I' ve fighted a mad Irish for over two months, I know those guys can do some pretty incredible stuff.
Staff member : Seriously, I think you' re overestimating him.
*At this moment a postal worker arrives.*
Postal worker : Hey, I' ve got a letter for mister Mysth that I have to give him in person ! Are you Mr Mysth ?
Staff member : No, I' m Stan.
Mysth : I am Mysth. *The postal worker hands Mysth the telegram.* Thank you. *the postal worker leaves.*
*Mysth reads the telegram and, despite the mask, you can see it disturbs him.*
Staff member/Stan : What is it ?
Mysth : Guess !
*Mysth throws the telegram behind him and leaves, pissed. Stan picks it up and says :*
Stan : A black spot.
*And we go to the next segment.*
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Oak: Certified Jade Hater
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Post by Oak: Certified Jade Hater on Apr 15, 2007 19:59:11 GMT -5
"YOU F***ING ASSHOLE!!"
Fade in to see Jesse Nunez positively fuming as Matthew Riot stares at him.
Nunez: We had them. We f***ing had them. All we needed to do was win the match, and they were out of the tournament. But no, like the retarded stepchild that you are, you ALLOW them to pick up the win. Since Christian lost his match, and we lost ours, we're pretty much kicked out. THANKS TO YOU!!
Riot: F*** you...
Nunez: F*** me? F*** you and f*** the KoneXion.
Riot goes to walk away when Nunez catches him with a punch to the back of the head. Riot stumbles a bit before Nunez locks him in the Cobra Clutch, hitting The End. Nunez stretches Riot, who's wildly tapping. Road agents, referrees, and other wrestlers come out of nowhere and try to pull Nunez off of Riot, who's turning blue. Nunez eventually lets go, walking away as Riot gasps for air.
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Post by Banned Member on Apr 15, 2007 21:43:32 GMT -5
*We cut to Merc looking at the match card for Crap O Mania. Trish comes over, and looks at the card with Merc, and her eyes grow wide with fear.*
Trish: Merc is this true?
Merc: Yes it is. I travel back to the depths of hell to take on my biggest arch rival JZ, but this time it's at our biggest event of the year., but things have changed since our last li.... Well your little ambush. You see JZ I have been to the top, and for some reason I wasn't well liked, but as you know I have never cared if I was liked or hated. Well maybe I did for a bit, and look what that did! I lost sight of myself, and the title!
*Merc stops for a moment, and collects himself, but when he does theres an awkward look on his face, and Merc goes to speak only his voice is different.*
OL: For ya see pardoner. I the Outlaw have finally got into Mercs head. That all along I was right!
TS: Me...
OL: Well look it here. If it isn't a pretty Jezebel!!! Whats your name pretty little lady?
TS: Common Merc this isn't funny!!!
OL: Merc is not home sweetie. I must say Merc never told you about me? His good old buddy the Outlaw! Well that is a shame that since I am a part of Merc. I own your contract too!!! So be a nice little lady, and get me some grub.
*Trish runs off.*
OL: So you see JZ at Crap O Mania you will be fighting not one man, but two. So prepare for the pain you will suffer at the Round up, and most of all prepare for..............
*voice change *
Merc: No Mercy!!!!!! And as for Danny Tanner. I hated Full House!!!!
*Merc walks off.*
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Post by B.A. on Apr 15, 2007 21:57:54 GMT -5
Eddie walks by...
Eddie: I can't believe toomibischoff left me out of Crap-a-mania! What a jerk!!!!! AHHH.. I bet this is Outlaw's doing. Ever since I called him out and he popped up outta Merc...
*he sees Trish*
Eddie has a smile on his face, and casually walks up to Trish. He looks over his shoulder for Merc or Outlaw..
Eddie looks up and down Trish from behind
Eddie: Hey Trish...how you doing?
Trish: Hi Eddie! I'm just looking for some food for Merc...hey, was that you down the hall talking about not being at Crap-A-Mania? awww, i'm so sorry...
Eddie: No, that's ok..that is ok. You know, ever since Outlaw spit that tobacco in my face, I've just been so mad...he's such a bully, don't you agree?
Trish: Yea...but I mean, I don't know, that Outlaw character you speak of um..
Eddie: Well, I can tell you alot more..*he puts his arm around Trish and takes the plate of food out of her hand* why don't you just follow me while I explain...
*he walks off down the hallway with Trish*
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Ratings
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Post by Ratings on Apr 16, 2007 11:50:17 GMT -5
“Keep On Liftin’” by dj nagureo begins to play and Ratings comes out onto the stage, a tsunami-sized wave of boos welcome him. Grinning as if he has not a care in the world, Ratings does his usual entrance bit and proceeds down to the ring, where as always Toni Garcya is standing and begins the introductions for the match.
Garcya: “The following contest is scheduled for one fall with a 20 minute time limit. Introducing first: Representing the Elite; from Palm Springs, California; weighing in at 220 pounds… RATINGS!”
Nick Russ: “I must say, Lord, it is going to be interesting to see how Ratings fairs in this match. We haven’t seen in compete in a EWT ring for over a month. And this isn’t one of those “superstars” he hires in the place of his scheduled opponents; he is taking one a young and established EWT star in the form of Mysth.”
Jerome “The Lord” East: “You know, it sounds like you are doubting the man, NR. Mysth is a great superstar; no doubt one day he’ll have EWT gold around his waist. But Ratings never walks into a battle unprepared.”
Russ: “EWT’s Notorious Aristocrat Ratings against “The Darkness in the Light” Mysth. It is on and it coming up next!”
(Commercial break; ft. an “EWT: All Grown Up” with Joe One)
Back to the EWT Arena and Ratings—who had discarded his entrance gear during the break—casually leans back against the turnbuckles in the bottom right ring corner. His entrance music fades to a brief silence that is followed by “Otherworld”, a tune that causes the crowd to get on their feet and cheer loudly. Pyrotechnics shoot up from the stage before Mysth--along with girlfriend Ivy Rospine--step out onto the stage in front of the electrified audience. The couple walk down the aisle hand-in-hand as Garcya introduces them to the crowd.
Garcya: “His opponent: being accompanied to the ring by “Sexually Suggestive” Ivy Rospine; from Strasbourg, France ; weighing in at 218 pounds… MYSTH!”
The French couple enter the ring and pose to the crowd’s delight, while Ratings wait apathetically in the ring corner. As “Otherworld” fades to silence, Ivy gives Mysth a good luck kiss on the cheek before stepping out of the ring and takes her place by the apron. Garcya himself also exits the squared circle, leaving only Mysth, Ratings and an EWT referee, who cues the timekeeper to ring the bell. The bell is rung, officially starting the match. Ratings and Mysth circle the ring, sizing each other up. As they draw closer, Mysth goes for a kick to the back of Ratings’ leg, but the “Palm Springs Playboy” dodges it and begins mocking the Frenchman’s attempt. They approach each other again and like before Mysth tries for another kick which Ratings’ dodges. The crowd begins to boo as Ratings does his best Muhammad Ali footwork impersonation. For the third time in the opening moments of the match, the two opponents near but rather for a low kick like previous attempts, Mysth goes for a kick to the stomach. Ratings is able to catch it however and laughs at countering another one of Mysth’s moves. But to much of his surprise, this was all just a trick for Mysth to hit Ratings with an Enzuigiri to the head, sending Ratings into a stumbling daze. The crowd pops as Mysth follows up with a standing dropkick that knocks his opponent down. Ratings shoots back up to his feet and is sent back down with another dropkick. Stunned by the series of attacks, Ratings once again gets back up and staggers into Mysth who takes him down with a scoop slam. With Ratings grounded, Mysth hits his opponent with a backflip splash and covers him for a possible early win.
1… 2…
Ratings kicks out just as the ref gets to 2. When Mysth gets to his feet, Ratings seizes this opportunity to roll out of the ring to catch his breath and even make a quick exit. As Ratings backs towards the aisle for an attempt to retreat, his plans are thwarted by Ivy who grabs Ratings and slides him back into the ring. As Ratings looks back at Ivy in shock, he drops his guard long enough for Mysth to roll him up in a school boy.
1… 2…
Ratings kicks out again. Both men get back to their feet with Mysth maintaining control with a flurry of European uppercuts that send Ratings staggering into the top right ring corner. Mysth Irish whips Ratings to the bottom left ring corner and as Ratings collides back first into the turnbuckles Mysth charges and connects with a running clothesline. Ratings looks hazy as Mysth Irish whips to the previous ring corner and rushes towards Ratings again. In mid-run, Mysth leaps into the air and prepares to knock Ratings stupid with a elbow strike to the skull but Ratings is able to get out of the way before Mysth can hit him. Even though he had all intentions to hit Ratings’ head, the dodge causes Mysth to smash his elbow against the ring post. Mysth clutches his elbow in pain and turns just in time for Ratings to take him down with a wheel kick.
Russ: “Whoa! Just when it seems like Mysth had everything going for him and Ratings was against the ropes, one move has shifted the momentum of the match.”
East: “And that’s all it takes Nick. One move, one mistake; and you may end on the wrong end of a pinfall.”
Back in the ring, Ratings recovers from the effects of Mysth’s earlier onslaught and goes for the pin.
1… 2…
Mysth kicks out. Mysth sits up favoring his elbow in throbbing pain as Ivy watches from the outside of the ring, showing concern for her boyfriend. Ratings capitalizes on Mysth’s current state of weakness and grabs the arm of the injured elbow. Ratings begins striking the injury with elbows of his own. He applies pressure to the arm that forces Mysth to lie on his stomach. With his opponent and his injury grounded, Ratings holds Mysth down with and performs a handstand while his hands are gripped onto the arm of Mysth. As about 10 seconds pass, the crowd can’t help but marvel over the impressing display of balance and athleticism showcased by Ratings.
East: “Look at that ability, Nick! That’s why Ratings is a one of a kind superstar in EWT! This is only a sign of things to come when he faces Spaz at Crap-a-Mania!”
Nick: “It is impressive and I’m sure the match will no doubt be a classic, but right now Ratings needs to focus on Mysth.”
After about 15 seconds, Ratings lowers his legs and slams his knees against the already injured elbow of Mysth. The crowd (and Ivy) gasps as Mysth rolls around the ring, writhing and screaming in pain. Ratings is quick to turn Mysth over onto his back and go for a pin.
1… 2…
Nick: “No! Mysth kicks out again! Speaking of Crap-a-Mania, Mysth himself will be featured on the card as he takes on EWT’s residential swashbuckler, Simon Scurvy, and one can’t help but wonder what kind of condition Mysth’s arm will be in after this match and by the time Crap-a-Mania rolls around.”
East: “That is even if he gets to Crap-a-Mania. That elbow could be broken for all we know and broken bones aren’t something that doctors can clear in less than 3 weeks. Mysth may not even make it to the biggest show of them all and what a downer that would be for the young superstar.”
Nick: “Well, knock on wood that that won’t be the case.”
Meanwhile, Ratings has Mysth locked into an armbar submission and thinks aren’t looking good for the fan favorite. The ref asks the masked Frenchman if he wants to submit, to which Mysth shakes his head and exclaims his refusal to give up. Ivy begins smacking the canvas of the ring and the crowd begin to clap in unison, getting behind the young superstar. Their support lights a fire inside Mysth as he begins to stand up and fights his way out of the armbar by punching Ratings a couple of times in the face. Ratings though regains the advantage with a thumb to the eye but it is only seconds later when the Palm Springs Playboy finds himself with Mysth’s hand clutching his neck. The crowd cheers as Mysth lifts him up for a chokeslam, but the pain from his elbow is unbearable and he lets go of Ratings after he lifts him into the air. Ratings lands and sees the stunned Mysth. He rushes to ropes behind him for an added spring and as he runs back to Mysth he slides between his rings while grabbing an arm in the process. Ratings now has Mysth in a pumphandle position and hits the “Palm Springs Swing” (see bio for details/gif). With both of Mysth’s shoulders down, Ratings has the man in a pinning position.
1… 2…
No! Mysth kicks out. Frustration begins to show on Ratings’ face as he picks up Mysth and sends him back down with a scoop slam by the top left ring corner. Ratings begins to climb to the top turnbuckle and with his back facing Mysth, performs a corkscrew senton. Unfortunately, Mysth rolls out of the way and the only Ratings hits is the cold canvas of the ring. Both men are laid out and Ivy once again begins to lead the cheers of the crowd in favor for Mysth. Moments later, the two wrestlers get to their feet at almost the same time with Ratings hitting Mysth with a punch to the face, to which Mysth replies with a haymaker of his own. The two continue to exchange shots with Ratings on the receiving end to some stiff rights from Mysth. Before Mysth can regain the advantage though, Ratings kicks Mysth in the injured arm, ceasing his opponent’s attacks. Ratings hits the ropes and looks to take Mysth down with a running maneuver but Mysth surprises him with a clothesline from short range. Ratings stands back up, only to be taken down again with another clothesline from Mysth. Ratings staggers back to his feet for a third time where Mysth catches him with a Bridging Northern Lights Suplex!
1… 2…
NO! Ratings kicks out 2½ seconds in the pinning attempt. Mysth drags Ratings up to his feet and hits him with a couple of European Uppercuts. Suddenly the crowds attention draws away from the action in the ring to the aisle leading to it, where a man casually walks towards the ring.
Nick: “Wait a minute… that’s Erik Majors! What is he doing out here?”
East: “What do you think, Russ? He’s obviously here to make sure Ivy doesn’t interfere.”
Inside the ring, Mysth takes Ratings down with a powerful punch and lets out a war cry to which the crowd and Ivy cheer for in approval. Ivy ceases cheering once she feels an unwanted presence very close to her. She looks beside her and there is Erik Majors, checking out her “goods”. With a sly grin Erik rubs his hands together and begins to move closer to Ivy. The French beauty begins to back away uneasily while back in the ring, Mysth can’t help but notice what is occurring outside the ring while he prepares to set Ratings up for the Mysthical Chokeslam. His full attention is drawn to Ivy once Maxx Awesome hops over the barricade and grabs Ivy from behind, holding her as Erik approaches. Mysth leans over the top rope and begins to shout at BK3K to let her go. This draws the ref’s attention to the event unfolding on the outside and he begins to order BK3K to leave the ringside area. All of this allows Ratings to sneak up behind Mysth and hit him with a blatant low blow that goes unbeknownst to the ref who’s back was turn during the cheap shot. Ratings rolls his stunned opponent up in a school boy and calls for the ref to make the pin. As the ref hits the mat, Ratings grabs hold of the Mysth’s pants for increase leverage, another tactic that the referee fails to notice.
1… 2… 3!!!
The ref calls for the bell as Maxx releases Ivy who rushes into the ring and check on Mysth. Ratings meanwhile rolls out of the ring and is greeted by his fellow Elite members who raise his arms in triumph while Garcya makes the match’s result official via announcement.
Garcya: “Here is your winner, RATINGS!!!”
Nick: “Damn it! Mysth had this match won and if it weren’t for Maxx Awesome and Erik Majors, it would have been his arm being raised and not Ratings!”
East: “Hey, I don’t think that it matters to a guy like Ratings. A win is a win and he’s heading to Crap-a-Mania with some momentum.”
Nick: “Is this what Spaz is going to have to deal with come Crap-a-Mania!? Damn you Ratings! Damn you BK3K! DAMN THE ELITE!!!”
The trio stand on the entrance stage and pose to the booing crowd while a furious Mysth looks on while Ivy and the ref tend to his arm.
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Maelstrom
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Post by Maelstrom on Apr 16, 2007 18:16:29 GMT -5
*Backstage in the corridors of the EWT and Christopher Indigio the EWT Toolshed Champion is walking past several doors, staff and other backstage debris. He is confident but cocky, clearly not worried too much about his upcoming six man toolshed title defense at crap-a-mania 4. As he walks along some staff members in front of him are trying to move some heavy trunks. Indigo could not care less as he simply barges past, shoving the man at the back to the floor.*
FALLEN STAFF MEMBER: Hey buddy, watch it!
*Indigo stops, turns and gets in the mans face, he grabs him by the collar lifting him to his feet.*
INDIGO: Did you speak to me? ... did you? ... you know what this is?
*He holds the toolshed title up in the mans face, the man nods in a hurry clearly intimidated.*
FALLEN STAFF MEMBER: Why yes Mr. Indigo, don't want any trouble sir ...
INDIGO: Good!
*Indigo drops the man who quickly hurries away. Indigo turns around and a technician is now in front of him on a ladder trying to fix the lights.*
INDIGO: What the hell is this? This corridor should be cleared, for a member of the Inner Party is here!
*Indigo pushes the ladder over sending the man flying, Indigo smirks to himself. He continues walking as backstage staff begin to give him a wide berth.*
INDIGO: No one. Not one of these proles is deserving of Inner Party presence. Each one more incompetent, more deserving of unexistance than the last!
*Indigo lets out a laugh as the catering ladies watch from there seats. Indigo turns to look at the ladies. He holds up his title as he walks forward, past them. In the distance in front some double doors have opened but Indigo is too distracted being arrogant and cocky to notice.*
INDIGO: Ladies, what you see here is champion material, and when I get back I expect to see a full service of Victory Gin and Tonic and BB distributed stew in my locker room, or my name isn't Christo- .....
*Indigo crashes right in to someone who has walked out of the double doors. Indigo brushes some dust off his belt and then without missing a beat Indigo launches a scathing verbal assault on the man!*
INDIGO: "Hey! Do you know who I am? ... How dare you get ... in .... my ... way ...
*Indigo has stumbled over his words as he has walked right into ... *the camera pans out* ... Maelstrom! ... Maelstrom is not looking impressed.*
INDIGO: I am ...
*The staff scatter as Maelstrom grabs Indigo and hurls him into the tables and trunks lining the corridor. Maelstrom stands over Indigo who is now flat on his back.*
MAELSTROM: I know who you are! ... Your just like everyone else back here riding the waves of the ocean like they own the place.
*Maelstrom lifts up Indigo and slaps him across the face, before throwing him against the wall.*
MAELSTROM:Now, Stay out of my way Indigo or you will be sorry!
*Maelstrom walks off down the corridor, backstage staff keeping well away as he slams a fist into a wall clearly angry about something still. Christopher Indigo meanwhile sits slumped up against the wall of the corridor watching Maelstrom intently as he goes.*
INDIGO: "Your unexistance, will be my doubleplus pleasure, ocean prole..."
(We fade out to the commercial)
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Bedlam LadyD
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Post by Bedlam LadyD on Apr 16, 2007 20:12:24 GMT -5
*The camera comes into focus on a door that once said "Female Tweener Locker Room" but now has a spray painted "Synthy's Room, enter and I'll hurt you" on it.*
*Before the audience can react, the camera zooms out to show BR Juri Sadamoto outside the door. She knocks on the door.*
Synthy is simply sitting in the dark, a single light flickering above her head. She was in an intense bit of concentration, but the knock brings her back. "....Yo?" Juri: Yo.
Demented voice: "Come in then..."
*Juri opens the door and goes to walk in. She stands at the doorway, not liking the darkness' hidden secrets.*
Juri: Hey, Synthy. I just wanted to send my congrats to your victory over Riot and wanted to know if you wanted to go do something. You up?
Synthy looks up. "Yeah...I needed to get some new sunglasses anyway..Terina's spill sorta shattered my originals…"She stands up and walks through the doorway.
*Juri pauses at the door. She watches Synthy walk out and looks at her to see if she wants the door shut, it doesn't look like it.*
Juri: You mind if we stop by my room first? I need to get out of my gear.
Synthy glances behind her, and flicks the switch to shut off the single bulb. "No, don't mind at all. Do you have a shirt I could borrow though? This waxing vest got all...ripped." She pulls at a loose string and a bit unravels oddly enough. Juri: Sure. *Juri walks right by her side.* So I couldn't help but notice your little symbol on your hand there....
Synthy grins: Hope you wouldn't mind it. I had the idea with Terina before the match. Being the only women, I found it fitting we'd be the only ones with a unity thing goin' on.
Juri: Wouldn't mind it? Nah, I love it. You got to show me how you did it, so I could have one too *They reach BR's locker room. The name "Senshe" has been replaced with "Broken Wings" Judy Hello Moto.* Juri: *seeing Synthy's face.* ...You'd my name was simple... Synthy can't suppress another smile. "Allo moto...thank god my name's hard to mock with puns.." Juri: *returns one* We can't all be so lucky. She enters the room, grabs a few handfuls of clothes, and heads to the bathroom. But not before going into her closet and throwing a black shirt over to Synthy.*Sorry... I'm not much for style, it's one of my NNJPW shirts... *The shirt has a rose with steel thorns and says, surprising in English, "The Rose of Japan Sadamoto Juri".*
Synthy looks it over. She shakes her head and smiles while Juri goes to change. The rose design reminds her of a memory she'd rather not think of, so hastily changing, she climbs out of her top ring wear and switches into it. ((She made sure to keep her back turned to the 'hidden camera'.)) It's a bit loose in the chest, but she ties it back in a knot behind her, This gives it raise enough to show off a vine tattoo around her midriff.
*Juri quickly pops over of the bathroom in a tank top, loose jeans, and normal shoes.*
Juri: ...So.... Where to?
Synthy stretches and looks at the other woman. "I have no bloody idea. It's Sesame Place, and I doubt there's anything very nightclub-ish around here.." Juri: Well... Damn, I was hoping to go to a bar. *She pauses.* ...Looks nice on you. You can pull that off better than me.
Synthy snorts. "Riiight. You're just admiring the tattoos." But in all honesty, her stomach does have very defined tone to it.
Juri: Perhaps.
"So, Juri? We decide where we're going yet?"
Juri: I'm not one for ideas... But think of this as a congrats for your victory, and I'm buying.
Synthy shrugs. "Normally I wouldn't object, but from this viewpoint, I'm the one who should be. Somehow got a spiffy, big, fluke check recently, remember?"
Juri: *Grins* But you forget that I'm was one of Toom E's desperate signees to restart the women's division after all the backlash and am a star in Japan. I'm not hurting for money. And besides, Sweetie, I'm the captain of this team.
Synthy responds. "Rub it in my face, Miss Moto. One of these days, when you get a title, expect me to be the one to take it from ya. But seriously, I'm amazed at the subsequent lack of backlash that thing Joe did received."
Juri: *Again, showing a rare smile* Oh really? Well, I when I get a title... I'll be sure to make sure you're my first challenger. And do you mean your whole winning the Harlot Hunt thing?
Synthy cringes slightly. "......."She growls slightly at the name. "I denounce the name. A Harlot is not what I am, by any means. I'm still tryin' to figure out why that happened. Oh."She stops and looks around the corner. "Big Birdy's Bar and Dance. The fahell..."
Juri: *she glances around.* Where'd you see that?
Synthy shakes her head, and grabs Juri's. Directing it into the direction of the big, flashing neon sign, she laughs. "There."
Juri: *blank look* Oh... *She pulls a extremely rare sign of embarrassment by scratching her head. Then turns to smile at Synthy.* Shall we then?
Synthy lets her arm out in front of her. "Ladies first."
Juri: *glances around* Don't see any here.
Synthy replies, "That's exactly what I thought." Grabbing Juri's wrists, she runs to the opening, painted an off-shade of crimson. "Now now...doesn't this look promising?"
Juri: Sure does.
Synthy drags Juri inside. The effect is overwhelming. The place is definitely not for the faint of heart, nor children. It's dingy, dark, and smoggy. Random bits of strobe lighting and rave paraphernalia litter the place. A deeply bass-ridden techno beat astounds and assaults their ears. Synthy can't stop smiling.
*Juri seems to enjoy the fact that Synthy is enjoying herself. She returns the smile, while noticing that she hasn't smiled this much in a while.*
Synthy shakes the smile off of her face, and takes a deep breath. "Man, it's been a fantabulous day today. I get this so rarely, it's nice when something good actually happens." She drags Juri, yet again, to a glow-0in-the-dark graffiti covered table.
Juri: So... Now that we can hear slightly better... What made you make the jump from the indies?
Synthy leans back comfortably. "I was just so sick and tired of being pelted with people telling me I wasn't going to amount to anything. So, finally....you remember that last match I had with Mickie James before she jumped to 'E? I had it videotaped and sent it in to Toomi, hopeful he'd find me something worth a contract."
Juri: Ah yes. Definitely a fine match. Well, I'm glad to have you here. And even more help to have you on board with JTS. Oh, hope you didn't mind being the last initial.
Synthy: "No problem. Otherwise it'd sound like an STD, which is never a good thing added to the fact we're all women."
Juri: *chuckle* I guess you're right. So how does it feel to beat your first male?
Synthy: "Do you realize how dirty that sounds? It's nice...but sort of a hollow victory. I don't think I've even heard of those goons before. I'd much prefer a victory over someone more with more credibility."
Juri: *slight blush* Yeah, sorry about that. I think you will get the big fish eventually in due time. So here I've been getting all personal with you, but without asking if it's okay or offering any info about me.
Synthy shrugs, and her eyes flicker oddly in he light. "Some people just can't open up...besides...who said any of that was personal? There's much worse I could have told you. By the way, I watched your DMW match with Terina a while back..."
Juri: *slight grin* I hope the blood didn't bother you.
Syn: "You're awesomely psychotic, chikadee. I'm just wondering after all of that...why you guys seem to get along so well now."
Juri: I'm not sure we're completely cool... But I think we found respect for each other during and after the match. And plus, we're fighting under a common goal. Are we the best of friends? No. But I couldn't think of a better person to help the cause than Terina. Well, other than you.
Synthy: A goofy smile spreads across her features. "Oceanic."
Juri: *sarcastically* Who? Oh yeah, that tramp that has been around guys so much that she has forgot what it means to be a women. Just look at how she treated me during her match. She barely retained her title because of it.
Synthy leans against the table. "......." Her body language says thoughtful, but something is on her mind. Her eyes are closed and she takes a sip of the Pepsi that was just set down.
Juri: *takes a sip from her drink, a Guinness* Mmm... Well, thanks to Mr. Halaway's loss... I'm facing you in a friendly bout at CAM...
Synthy looks up from her family-friendly glass of Pepsi. ".....Hmm.....As much as I love the idea of us facing off...."She lets it hang.
Juri: *a quick gulp* Jackass... *staring at her drink.*
Synthy stares at the sullen Juri. Then, one could almost see an exclamation mark jump up above her head. "..Oy. Juri. How about we make our 'bout a little more interesting?"
Juri: *she downs the rest quickly* ....ah..... Hmm... How so?
"An added stipulation.."She looks pleased with herself until a realization hits. "I'm not not exactly sure what."
Juri: ...Okay, you had my attention... Now it's wavering
"Sheiste. .......Well....we obviously can't do anything title-related...yet anyway....um....No Bra and Panties type crap.....uh...." She takes a sip of her Pepsi and purses her lips while looking at the ceiling. "Damnit..."
Juri: And regardless of how little I care about my looks, I'm not shaving my head- IF I lose that is.
"Ugh. I like my hair-coloring too much. Heh. We just may have to fight until the end of time for this fight of ours to be over. ....and NO something-on-a-pole match..."
Juri: ...Hm.... *clicking her teeth against the empty glass.* Have you included this idea in with the match form?
Synthy's finally-visible eyes twitch at this comment.
Juri: ...Can I take that as a yes? Synthy looks away and shrugs. "Possibly. ... I just wanna add spice to something this grand. My very first CAM....against one of the absolute top female performers this industry has...."
Juri: Which I don't mind... But I can't say that Toom E. Dangerously is the best person to have an open stip for in a match... Especially with his supposed hatred of the women's division.
Synth looks at Juri from the corner of her eyes. "Why does he hate it so much? I've heard many rumors that I find simply astonishing about his loathing of it."
Juri: *having just had a fresh drink delivered to her she first takes a big gulp* ...Ah... I think it has to do with fallout from Season's Beatings. Which is the reason that I was pulled in.
Syn amusedly watches a man in silver industrial pants and bubblewrap dance his way to a woman in rubber. "Do explain. I'm not sure I've heard the story before."
Juri: Well, I think what happened is that the three women didn't show. Thus, with Toom E's good name and reputation in question, he blew up the GND title.
Synthy's gaze turned sharply back at Juri. "Why do I just know you're dead serious? KABOOM there goes the title and all that....also, maybe his trust in the GND Division has come back? After all, he has us, Terina, the Ivy chick, and Oceanic all booked. Maybe --hmm...."
Juri: *another huge gulp* ...Maybe.
Synthy gets her creepy grin back. Teeth show in this one. "Maybe we should pitch him the idea for our stipulation? Since we can't figure one out...."
Juri: Sounds good to me. *She finishes her beverage and slams the glass down on the table* Ah... Refreshing.
Synthy stretches. "What the hell were you drinking? That's your second..." She grabs a passing-by waiter and grabs the drink he has in his hand.
Juri: Why do you ask?
Synthy turns her face towards the building crowd. "Just curious. It smelled kinda yummy in an off-sort of way. Plus, looking for conversation."
Juri: *looking a little "happy"* I thought you were Straight Edge...
Synthy grins sheepishly. "I am. It just smelled really familiar....and er...maybe I should tell you a slight...off-moment I had involving Team Ireland's ...'happy hour' supply.."
Juri: *huge grin* Whait yer do?
Synthy tilts her head and decides Juri's just a lil' bit typsy. "Well...It was like the first or second night I came here. It had been rough..so I sorta took a few drinks from what was their cooler. I didn't realize this until later when I saw them chew out the Liam dude for stealing drinks..."
Juri: Whut aee freak, that gui iz... Eh, lass? *As Juri is being to feel the effects of downing two large beverages, her voice becomes slightly coated with an Irish accent.*
Synthy decides that it is probably time to leave, as amusing as it is. She leaves fifteen dollars on the table and goes over to Juri. "C'mon chikadee...come with me.." She drags Juri out of her chair, and abruptly falls over from Juri's dead weight. OOMF.
Juri: Eh, why's the ground movin'?
Synthy lays there with a blank look. "People wonder why I don't drink....GEROFF ME, GIRLY!"
Juri: *smiling with a slight drunken grin* Whassat? Yer afraid o' lasses?
Synthy's a severe shade of pink, and hopes no EWT media are in the area. "No, but ger-OFF." Using her shoulders as leverage, she hoists herself up and rolls Juri onto the floor. "Chill...."
Juri: *laying down and looking rather happy.* Thass fine, I only lik bois too... *her eyes flutter.*
Synthy scrambles upwards and stares downward. Her arms are crossed and her fingers are tapping her elbows. A thought breaks through her mind. It's devious, but, hell. Why not? "Juri? Axel just ran through the door....with a camera in his hands..."
Juri: *she nips up to her feet and glances around in a battle ready stance* ...Where?
Synthy knows she'll probably pay for it in their match at CAM, but she continues wih it. "He just raced outside, he may have been heading back to the Arena....He looked like he just saw his dream come true with that camera..."Actually, Axel may end up paying for that lie later, but she couldn't help but laugh to herself. Queen of Chaos, indeed.
: Juri: He's dead... *she sluggishly begins to make her way through the crowd, but stops.* Hey... Wait... *A knowing smile flashes on her face.*
Synthy quickly says.."Oh..sheiste..." Juri: I know what you did! You think that's funny? Well, I'm going to go tell Joe and Chad that you like them. She flashes a coy grin and starts booking it to the entrance.*
Synthy's face goes slack. "..........You're not that waxing evil. Damnit!" She races after the other woman, wondering how in the hell the drunken female can be so bloody fast.
*camera fades out, much to the audience' dismay. Cue into commercial for 'Insecticidal' Andy Duke's All Grown Up spot.
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Ragnal
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Post by Ragnal on Apr 16, 2007 21:58:01 GMT -5
*Andy Duke and Johnathan Doe are in the locker rooms, Duke kicking the lockers, while Doe paces around in anger. Eventually, Mike Ragnal walks into the room, and tries to calm Duke down.*
MIKE: Hey, HEY! What’s your problem?!
DUKE: My problem? We just lost to a bunch of horror film fanatics, that’s what!
MIKE: So what? You guys lost a handicap match! S*** like that’ll happen, but right now, that’s not the top priority! Doe and I face the Draugr again in a match for BUTT, and THAT’S what matters more! This is your chance to even the score with those freaks!
*Mike calms himself down, and looks at both of his protégés.*
MIKE: But that’s not all. Even more important is this TLC Gauntlet Dorf cooked up. Now I understand that the both of you have yet to win a single PPV match since coming into EWT. But those long months of losing will all come down to this. Because THIS…is Crapamania! This is YOUR moment to shine, YOUR moment to show you aren’t any worse than Jobby McJobberston, and YOUR moment to fulfill your dreams!
*He turns to Andy.*
MIKE: Andy Duke, the Extreme Exterminator. Do you know what you need to do to win? Imagine your opponents as the insects you despise! Take that chair, that ladder, and use them as your flyswatters to take down the competition!
*He then moves to Johnathan Doe.*
MIKE: And you, Johnathan Doe! Destoyer of those who sin. In this match, YOU are the judge, the jury, AND the executioner. But your main role will be the judge. So when it comes down to getting the win, I want you to place your opponent on that table, and BREAK them in half by being the gavel to call for order! Then, and only then, will you have finally won a PPV match, and won the titles all in one full swoop!
*Duke and Doe nod to one another, smiling in an evil manner, nodding to one another.*
MIKE: Good. Now as for me…you don’t have to worry. Because I’ll take care of Corral and Joe on my own. Because Crapamania…The Cidal Squad…will Hijack! Maim! And RULE!
*Mike holds his title high as the Squad applauds Ragnal for his speech. The scene then fades out.*
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Post by respectmeordye3 on Apr 17, 2007 13:07:07 GMT -5
Brand new interviewer Marv Merchants runs up to Abe Lincoln the 8th and sticks the mic in his face. "Abe-moments ago you saw Redface Rodgers introduce the new concrete ring that your tag partner Singapore Caine and five other men-one of them being a mystery opponent-will be wrestling in at Crap-amania, Can I get your thoughts?"
Abe Lincoln the 8th smiles at Marv and then answers.
"Well of course--It's pretty obvious, who will win-after all, who's tougher than Singapore Caine?, I mean look at who the other contestants are-first off we have Redface Rodgers who is overweight and very likely slower than a turtle so he shouldn't pose much of a threat. And the rest of the guys are pretty much all over the hill so I think Singapore Caine is very likely going to win. And THAT IS THE HONEST ABE TRUTH!"
Abe starts to leave but then he stops and turns back to Marv and grabs the mic. "I do have one thing to say--Indigo, look your little problem that you have with Rodgers and Singapore Caine is your own personal biz--but if you ever cost me a match again--like you did tonight, I'm gonna settle your hash and cause you some hurtin'---get the picture, chum?"
And with that said Abe Lincoln the 8th storms off..........
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