Bedlam LadyD
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Post by Bedlam LadyD on Apr 17, 2007 16:11:13 GMT -5
Joe Ragnal is sitting on a crate, holding an ice pack on his head, looking down at the ground. "They still haven't cleaned up those feathers? Geez..."
Synthy walks by, arms crossed and a scowl on her face. The strange thing is, her expression mixes annoyance with amusement. Having been looking the opposite direction, she doesn't notice Joe until she steps directly over his toes.
Joe leaps off the crate in pain, and grabs his foot, hopping like a lunatic. "Ow, ow OW! What in god's shoestore are you WEARING?!"
Synthy jumps backwards, avoiding Joe's flailing limbs. Looking down at her feet she bites her lower lip. "..Forgot I was wearing my Harley boots today....Sorry Joe. But jeez, you act like I just threw a dictionary on your foot. Baby."
Joe, feeling the pain calm down, places his foot back on the ground. "Shush, you. It's bad enough my head hurts."
Synthy snickers. "I can see a big purple lump on your already-inflated head. So, Mr. Funstuff, how'd the goose egg come to be?"
Grabbing the ice pack, he places it back on his head. "Remember Chad? I said something about how he could have just introduced himself, and then he superkicks me in the face."
"Seems a bit rash..."She can't help but laugh a little. "What a hot head. If it makes you feel any better, I just had an entanglement with a typsy Juri. Quite literally in fact."
Joe just chuckles. "Yeah, that seems right. She's got a bit of the Irish in her, after all. I mean, I do too, but that doesn't mean I HAVE to drink, I just choose not to."
Synthy nods, her eyes looking around for the aforementioned woman. "You haven't seen her, have you? She seemed a little....anxious to caus some trouble...how, I'm not exactly sure, but you know how it goes."
Joe looks up at the ceiling in thought. "Well, not Juri, but I saw Christy Hemme walk by. Different person, same hair color. I saw her whipping the Heart Throbs into that closet over there." He points over to a door that says "Neil Flynn's Changing Room".
Synthy's face goes slack. "That's just as bizarre as all get out. If that's true, either Christy's a man, or I've been lied to about the Heart Throbs. ..And when you say 'whipping'..? ........Oy."She shakes her head.
"What, you think I'm kidding?" Joe said, sitting back down on the crate. "Didn't you see Destination X? That definitely insinuated something. Still, I feel sorry for her, in all honesty."
Synthy shrugs. "I was too interested in a new Dance Dance machine I invested in to catch the PPV. Plus, there's very few talent on that show I can actually hold an interest in for longer 'n a minute. How's Christopher Daniels doing these days?"
Joe shrugs his shoulders. "He beat Lynn at Lockdown. It'd be more awesome if he got a World title push." Joe gets to his feet, shaking his hands. "But we're getting WAY off topic! What was Juri going to wreak havoc over?
Synthy shrugs. "Eh, I was just curious 'cause I knew him from way back...anyway, Juri ...was tempting fate with a few comments she had made...then again..I sorta started it...Blagh.."
Joe waves it off. "Don't worry about it. But I gotta run out soon. I'm introducing a new structure to the FUN House."
"Whatever. Hit me up later then. I've got absolutely nothing to do besides find the conniving opponent of mine...."She smirks and then brushes her hand through ehr spiky hair. "Also, I need to go get some new sunglasses. Terina sorta killed mine.."
"Here, take mine." Joe hands his sunglasses off to Synthy, then waved at her with two fingers. "Catcha later." And walks off.
Synthy puts them on and stalks off in the direction she was originally head in. Much to her regret, the path leads her directly into Candy Girl and Camera Dude's clutches. Candy's face lights up, and she starts toward Synthy.
The fuschia-haired woman turns tail and runs away. She's not in the mood to explain much.
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Post by teamireland on Apr 17, 2007 17:36:13 GMT -5
Announcer: The following tag team contest is scheduled for one fall!
"I'm Shipping Up to Boston" by the Dropkick Murphys fires up on the Toomitron as the crowd revs up their booing, Coach O Hare heading out from the back, then calling out his boys, Aidan and Sean quickly following from behind, the former tag team champions looking quite pumped and determined for this next match up.
Announcer: Introducing first, accompanied to the ring by Coach Pat O Hare, respectively from Dublin and Donegal Ireland, at a combined weight of 396 pounds, Aidan Donelly and Sean McCann, Team Ireland!!!
The two head down to the ring, as the crowd boos up a storm, Pat O Hare quickly giving his boys a few instructions as they all head down towards the ring, stopping midsay as their usual pyros go off, before resuming, the two vaulting inside, heading over to their corner of the ring and pacing around a bit, the two looking at each other and nodding, as they await their opponents Soon after, the lights dim completely as the usual lasers start shooting off, as Mooninites pumps out, the usual spotlight circling the area as the crowd cheers in anticipation, Team Ireland meanwhile just giving a usual confused look... as O Hare rubs his eyes, wondering what the hell is going on. Soon enough, in a puff of smoke, Raft Shack appears right behind the Coach, who nearly jumps out of his boots as he turns around! The two grin... as Zeleke kisses the Coach's cheek... then winks, before quickly walk away as Faboon smacks his partner, the two quickly rolling into the ring, not stopping until they've both rolled into the center, as O Hare angrily rubs this cheek, trying to forget this as he takes a big number of steps back,.
Announcer: And their opponents, from Foreign Alien Island, at a combined weight of 399 pounds, Zeleke and Faboon... Team Raft Shack!
Raft Shack simply grin as they do a double kip up, Fab headbutting Zel right in the face, who keeps this same look on his face, as Sean looks at Aidan, who simply shrugs back, looking down to the mat. The two back up into their respective corners, as Zel begs his partner to let him start, who shrugs and lets him do so, Zeleke letting out an odd dance of sorts, Sean meanwhile opting to start for Team Ireland as the bell sounds. The two look at each other, as Zel backs up off the ropes, Sean following suit, as they charge at each other! Sean leaps over, as Zel rolls beneath in reply, both men popping up, Sean dodging a clothesline from Zel, as they bounce off again, Zel now running right under a dropkick, Sean quickly popping back up and dropping onto his back, catching Zeleke as he comes back and flinging him with his legs in a Monkey Flip! Zeleke however lands on his feet, spinning around and delivering a dropkick to a rising Sean! The crowd pops as Zel takes a bow, before focusing back on Sean, battering him with some swift knife edge chops, backing him into the ropes again, whipping him off, leaping up to catch him for a hurracanrana, but Sean is for a rare time able to catch his opponent for a powerbomb, Zeleke however quickly countering with a victory roll! 1...2 Sean reverses it though, into a pinning predicament of his own! 1....2
Zeleke escapes as well, Sean looking back, instantly jumping up and connecting with a swift enzugiri! Zeleke acks, going down as Sean kips up, O Hare nodding on the outside, apparently mouthing the words "Kill that Fruity Bastard!" Sean nods, walking over and tagging in Aidan, lifting Zel up to his feet, holding him as Aidan unleashes a swift kick to the face! Zel stumbles back as Sean lets go, the Team Ireland captain grabbing and hitting a quick snap suplex! Zeleke gasps as Aidan pulls him up again, delivering some stiff blows to the stomach, his opponent hunched, Aidan grabbing a hitting a quick swinging neckbreaker. He gets up, quickly tagging McCann back in as he drops and holds Zeleke in a chin lock, as Sean follows with a stiff dropkick to the face! Zel clutches at the area, as he runs off the ropes again, coming off with a Double Foot Stomp across the same face! He drops down, going for a quick cover. 1....2 Zeleke kicks out. Sean isn't too surprised, quickly tagging back out, as Aidan enters, grabbing and unleashing some quick European uppercuts to Zeleke,, staggering him back further, as Faboon shakes his head, apparently embarrassed for his tag partner. Aidan backs Zeleke against the ropes, sending him off again, launching him with a back body drop! Zeleke however shows more agility, reversing in mid air and coming down with a double footed stomp of his own across Aidan's back! Donnelly gasps, as Zel charges, tagging in Faboon. Faboon vaults into the ring, charging and catching a distracted Aidan with a running bulldog! Aidan groans, as Faboon is quickly up again, leaping up for a double leg drop across the back in quick follow up. Aidan grasps as Fab goes for a cover. 1....2
Aidan kicks out. Faboon hmmmms, getting up and walking over, tagging in Zeleke. Zel grins, climbing in as he immediately hops atop Aidan's back while he rises, locking in a stunt rider stretch! Aidan looks on in shock as Faboon grabs him by the head, battering with knees to the face, then grabbing him by the neck, leaping and hitting a jumping neckbreaker! As he does, Zel hops off, clapping widly for no reason, as Aidan groans a bit. Faboon exitting as Zel backs up, aiming for Aidan's head, charging for a soccer kick to his face, only for Sean to grab him by the arm in mid move, sending him flat onto his back. Aidan quickly gets up, nodding, as O Hare smiles wide, Donnelly tagging back out, then grabbing Zeleke and bringing him down across the knee with a Backbreaker, holding him still as Sean springs off the ropes, hitting a legdrop right across the throat! Zeleke groans, as Aidan drops him to the mat, Sean then running full speed, taking Faboon off the apron with a spinning wheel kick! The crowd boos, as Zeleke slowly rises to his feet, clutching his neck. Sean charges back full speed at him, jumping and catching him with a headscissors, sending him sailing. He tags out once again, as Aidan returns to the ring, Faboon getting to all fours, shaking himself, then rising back up and climbing atop the apron.
Aidan meanwhile reaches down, grabbing and hoisting Zeleke up, locking him into a Dragon Sleeper, then backing up into the center of the ring, quickly dropping him with Reverse DDT! Zeleke grasps the neck again as Aidan grabs and tosses Zel with a Headlock Takedown, dropping down and clinching on a Side Headlock as he lays on the mat. He applies pressure, as Zeleke slowly attempts to sit up, rising up off the mat as he sits, but Aidan keeping ahold of his move, eventually Zeleke rising up, trying to elbow his way out, eventually freeing himself, running off the ropes, coming back and leaping over Aidan, but he's ready, grabbing him in midair and driving him down into the mat for a german suplex, bridging for the pin! 1....2.....
KICKOUT!
O'Hare, at ringside pounds the mat & tries to get his team motivated. The crowd chooses NOT to join in on the ruckus O'Hare is making. Zel gets to his feet & takes Aidan down with a Dropsault. Sean tries to get in the ring, but Zel stops him with a Dropsault too. O'Hare gets up on the ring apron, brandishing his hurley theateningly. Aidan gets back on his feet, but Zel whips the dazed Irishman into his Coach. O'Hare falls back-first from the ring & Aidan bounces back in Zel's direction. Zel catches Aidan & performs a Northern Lights suplex. Aidan is trapped...
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SEAN SLIDES IN!
Sean McCann manages to break up the pinfall at the last moment. O'Hare, on the outside breathes a sigh of relief. Both Aidan & Zel are down, however. Sean drags Aidan towards the Team Ireland corner & awaits his partners tag. Zel crawls over to tag in Fab. Aidan handily makes the tag to Sean. Sean runs across the ring & tries to drag Zel back to the Team Ireland corner, or at least the middle of the ring. Zel responds with a mighty enzuguri to Sean's noggin. Sean goes down & Zel leaps to make the tag to Fab. Fab is legal & he springboards himself into the ring. Just as Sean gets back up Fab knocks him with a Springboard Dropkick.
Fab makes the cover, but Aidan dashes in to break it up. Zel also returns to the ring to aid his partner. Both members of Team Raft Shack are hammering both members of Team Ireland with repetitious right hands. Zel & Fab pause a moment & do some funky Curry Man-esque dance steps before preparing to savate kick Aidan & Sean's jaws, but this momentary delay allows Aidan & Sean enough time to regain their bearings. Raft Shack turn back around & are met with dual dropkicks from the Irishmen. Faboon & Zeleke hit the ropes & rebound. Aidan & Sean charge at them, but are greeted with Drop Toe Holds. Both Aidan & Sean are left hanging on the middle ropes. Fab & Zel do a little do-si-do & hit the ropes on the opposite side, running back to hit Team Ireland with "Dial That Phone". Raft Shack high-five eachother on the apron, 'til O'Hare drags Fab off. Fab's face smashes the edge of the ring on his way down. Zel, meanwhile, springboards himself back in & hits both Aidan & Sean with a split-legged Dropkick. Zel climbs to the top rope & looks to be aiming for the "Lemon with a Twist of Mango" on Sean. Aidan notices this & shoves the ref into the ropes, causing Zel to crotch himself. Sean goes up top & hits Zel with a Frankensteiner. Outside, O'Hare cracks Fab in the head with his hurley (as the ref was being shoved aside) & rolls him back in the ring. Aidan picks up Fab & suplexes him on top of his tag-team partner. Sean leaps from the top with a double stomp on both men. Aidan & Sean then pick up the limp Fab & give him the "Electric Bread Slicer". Sean lies over Fab & grabs hold of a leg...
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THREE!
DING-DING-DING!
The unmistakable sound of Dropkick Murphys fills the arena again as Team Ireland make a hasty exit, O'Hare keen to avoid any more of Raft Shack's bizarreness. Aidan & Sean make the "title" gesture around their waists, indicating that they will take back the titles at Crap-A-Mania IV, no matter what.
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Ragnal
Game Genie
Yanno what they say: All toasters toast El Dandy
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Post by Ragnal on Apr 17, 2007 19:01:39 GMT -5
As the cameras return to the Sesame Place Arena, we see several items laying around the ring. On the floor that is mere inches from the barricades is an octagon shaped cage, covered with barb wire, steel fencing, and mirrors, with different items covering up each pane of the ten foot cage. Eventually, “Violence Fetish” by Disturbed plays, and out comes a surprisingly pissed off Joe Ragnal, mic in hand. He opens up one of the cage segments, and walks to the middle of the ring.
JOE: Alright, listen up! As you know, for whatever reason, Chad Michaels has made a match at Crapamania…against me…in the FUN House! Now, this doesn’t upset me, to say the least. It’s the fact he thinks HE can make the match, and that HE can have anyone schedule the match without TALKING TO THE DUMBASS WITH THE RIGHTS TO THE MATCH.
*Joe paces around the ring, as the crowd gives a mixed reaction.*
Chad, you signed your death warrant the moment I heard about this match, all because I’m managing Synthy Eris, the BEST damn female wrestler EWT has going right now, and you’re too drunk off your ass to introduce yourself to her. And then what do you do? YOU KICK ME IN THE FACE, THAT’S WHAT.
As Joe looks into the camera, a faint smile grows on his face.
JOE: But thanks to you…I can show the new format to the FUN House. In case people have forgotten by now, the FUN House was, well, a fun little match I came up with to torture my opponents. It had your basic hardcore items…your chairs, your tables, your street signs…all of it dangling from chains hung above the ring. But what I bet you all forgot was this Table of FUN right over here.
He walks to the ropes and points out a table with unusual items on the outside.
JOE: These are my favorites. You have cream pies, you have seltzer bottles, skee balls, all sorts of carny items, and, one of my favorites…barb wired cotton candy!
HOWEVER…this year we’re adding on to the FUN. As you can see, we have a cage surrounding the area. You might wanna blame this on CZW, because I won’t. Different sections of the cage, which will hereon be dubbed the House, have different effects. See, each side of this octagon House has a different pane to it. One pane is steel caging, this one is barb wire, one is a large fun house mirror, this pane is electrified, this one is bouncy like those moonwalk things, this one here is entirely conducted of steel chains, one is a metal locker I stole from the back, and the last one…oddly enough, we were able to get a wall in here. But you see, this is what I should have done before. Instead of making this a complete House of Fun ripoff, I had more FUN with the idea! Everything I need for Crapamania…it’s all there. The only thing that’ll be different after this match is done…is that Chad will finally learn how it is…to have FUN!
*And with that, as the crowd cheers him on, Joe climbs out of the ring and up the ramp, as we fade to the next thing.*
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Boku AKA Da Green Guy
El Dandy
WC's Resident Pirate Otaku and Official Scapegoat
Always and Forever, Hurricane.
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Post by Boku AKA Da Green Guy on Apr 17, 2007 19:08:52 GMT -5
*The camera fades into the makeshift EWT arena, facing the stage.*
Finkel: The following contest is scheduled for ONE fall. Introducing first...
* “Young, Dumb, & Ugly” by Weird Al begins to play over the speakers. *
*Jobby erupts from of the curtains, repeatedly points at different crowd members as he runs from the right to the left side of the stage. At the 0:27, he runs back in the middle of the ramp and at the 0:38 Axel comes out from the EWT curtain. He looks eager to face off against the bane of his legacy, TJT. Jobby holds his hand out, while Axel face remains stern.*
Finkel: From Jobstown, NJ & Modesto, CA respectively... Weighting in at 498... "The Wrestle Posse"! Tenacious J!
*Axel leans in like Jobby, grabs his hand, and points at Jobby.*
Finkel: And A!
*Jobby give a huge smile before giving a pair of thumbs up. Jobby begins to walk down the ramp, while Axel is halted at the top of the ramp. Jobby runs around the center of the ramp in a circle. As he runs from side to side to high five fans, Axel walks fast to catch up. Axel gives a slow spin as he catches up with Jobby before climbing the steps. He walks through the ropes and climbs the nearest turnbuckle, giving little cheers as the crowd loves Jobby's hyper version of the Hammer Dance. Axel waves off the crowd, getting a decent amount of crowd members doing it back to him. He steps down just as Jobby rolls into the ring then proceeds to disrobe from his jacket. Jobby energetically points at Axel with both hands as Axel slowly reaches up for his shades. Axel pulls them off to a bit of fanfare then hands them off. Axel stares towards the entrance ramp, licking his lips in excitement. The music ends.*
Finkel: And their opponents...
*The lights go out, being replaced bu multicolors and strobes as "Different World" begins to blast over the speakers. Coming out to many boos walks TJT, Thunder and Jupiter in their entrance and wrestling gear, and Terina in her street clothes. However, Terina is carrying a microphone.*
Terina: Cut the music! Now!
*The music stops.*
Terina: And get those lights back to normal!
*The lights revert to their normal status.*
Terina: Alright! That's better. Now, Axel, Jobby, you may realize that in the combination of our normal bookings, and the B-U-T-T, we've been double booked. Now, I ask you, who wants to see you two down-and-outers and my two men wrestle two matches against one another?
*The crowd breaks into cheers, almost signifying a 'We do!' reaction.*
Terina: Well...no. You see, I got to talking with Toom on this one, and he said that Thunder and Jupiter are EXEMPT from their official match with you. The trios match...not so much. After this first one, Thunder and Jupiter WILL in fact wrestle you two. But due to redundancy, the official match will be changed. So meet your NEW opponents, THE ZEPHYR BROTHERS!
*"Generic Nu-Metal #784" hits on the speakers and out come Mike and Mark, the eerily similar looking Zephs. They bolt down to the ring, TJT slowly following them from behind and taking a place at ringside. The Zephyrs get inside the ring, throwing off their jogging jackets, and the action begins. Axel jump out of the ring and angrily charges towards TJT. Before he could get far, he sees Jobby being double teamed by both Zephyrs on the Toomitron. He glances back to TJT, who wave at him and point to Jobby.*
Jupiter: Good to see that you still have your loyalty to your partner.
Thunder: Always nice to have a friend like you, Assel!
*Axel grinds his teeth and runs back to the ring. But Jobby has already gotten himself out of trouble by banging both of the Zephyrs heads together. The referee forces Axel to his tag corner and Mike to his corner. The match official starts with Mark down on the ground and Jobby really show boating it to the crowd. Which runs short after Jobby steps close enough for Axel to make the blind tag. Jobby looks dumbfounded as Axel charges past him and loses his composure all of Mark's upper body. Axel lifts up Mark and drops him into his version of a Side Slam, Fall Into Ruin. He runs against the ropes and performs a hard Jumping Knee Drop on Mark's head. He glares angrily at TJT and mounts Mark. He repeatedly punches Mark in the face. He looks up at TJT again.*
Axel: YOU SEE THIS THUNDER?! YOU SEE THIS JUPITER?! THIS IS YOU!!
*He punches Mark again and again, with the referee warns him to stop.*
Axel: YOU SHOULD KNOW BETTER THAN TO PISS ME OFF!
*Both members of TJT laugh, knowing that they have gotten in The Icon's head. He pauses and takes a deep breath. Mark looks plain out of it, he shows no sign of movement. Jobby looks slightly shocked by the actions of his partner, but with all of the conflicts that have faced the WP recently it's understandable. Axel looks over at Mike. He begins to walk over towards him, while Mike looks slightly nervous at the currently enraged Axel.*
Axel: Hey!? You want in?
Mike: No, I'm.....good!
*Axel smirks, turns, then gives a Super Kick that takes him down to the mat. The crowd slightly pops for the surprise attack by Axel. He walks over to Mark, who is finally stirring. Axel helps him up and looks concerned, breaking his anger for the first time in the match. Although Mark's face looks like he just went three rounds in a boxing match, he is able to make a laboring statement.*
Mark: Aye....tink.....ayem......fine....
Axel: Good.
*In a instance, Axel nails a harsh and unforgiving Axel Handle. He points at Thunder and Jupiter before flipping Mark over to cover him.*
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Finkel: Here are your winners....the Wrestle Posse, Tenacious J&A!
*TJT seem angry, and Thunder and Jupiter slowly take off their jackets, jewelry and sunglasses, handing them to Terina and getting into the ring, keeping their guard up in case J&A decide to counter-attack. The bell rings. Suddenly the sound of a loud clanging noise is heard. That would be the sound of a steel chair smacking across Jobby's back. Axel instinctively spins around and receives a stiff chair shot to the head for his troubles. The chair shots had come courtesy of Corpse and Wraith respectively, who along with Ghost Face and Karma, have ambushed Axel and Jobby from behind after coming through the crowd. The three members of The Draugr viscously put the boots to The Wrestle Posse while Karma simply watches from a corner. Thunder and Jupiter watch this for a moment before deciding to allow The Draugr to continue their assault, sliding out of the ring and backing up the ramp along with Terina.
Axel is hauled to his feet and hit with the "Ghost Buster" Evenflow DDT, spiking him face first into the middle of the ring. Wraith drops Jobby with a Flatliner, while Corpse applies an Enziguri to the back of his head at the same time, the impact further increased by having him land face first onto one of the steel chairs. Jobby looks to be barely conscious as the move known as "Whiplash" has quickly split him open across the forehead. Corpse and Wraith then proceed to grab Axel by the arms and force him into a kneeling position. Ghost Face pulls Karma over in front of her brother, pointing down at him. He then remove's a hangman's noose from his jacket pocket and place it into Karma's hands. Without saying a word, Ghost Face points a single finger at Axel, who's head is hanging limply. After a few moments of hesitation, Karma places the noose tightly around he younger brother's neck, securing it tightly.
Corpse and Wraith drag Axel to his feet and throw him over the top rope, grabbing a hold of the noose as he is tossed over. The noose begins to grow tighter around his neck as he dangles above the floor, the two Draugr members pulling back on it to effectively hang him. Axel flails about, struggling to become free. Ghost Face simply watches with a twisted smirk while Karma's eyes darken upon the sight of her own flesh and blood being hung. Finally, officials rush out and are eventually able to get The Draugr out of the ring as Axel falls to the floor, the color from his face quickly vanishing.* Fabian Kaelin: uh......The....winners of this match.....by Disqualification........The Wrestle....Posse.
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Lily-Rose
Mike the Goon
Rockin' All Night.
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Post by Lily-Rose on Apr 17, 2007 22:14:12 GMT -5
*Lilly-Rose is walking around backstage, checking out the scenery, while singing a little tune.*
LILLY: Sunny days, sweeping the clouds away...
Synthy's leaning against a wall, glowering. Her recently acquired sunglasses on the edge of her nose.*
Synthy: My, my, my....if it isn't lil' Miss Rockstar. Lilly, right?
LILLY: Oh hi! You're Synthy Eris!
*Lilly offers a handshake to Synthy*
LILLY: I loved your match with Terina for the Trios Tournament.
*Synthy peers over her sunglasses, and hesitantly accepts the handshake*
Synthy:.........Thank you. I guess....
*She's not sure what to make of the woman*
LILLY: I just wanted to say that you're doing great in EWT. You're such an...original character. I mean, I haven't seen anything like this since the days of Holly Vaughn.
Synthy: Tha-.... *dumbfounded* .... You know who Holly Vaughn was?
*Lilly raises an eyebrow to Synthy*
LILLY: Um, yeah. I've been a fan since the summer of 2005, when the Chained Up PPV happened.
Synthy:......Damn. ......*looks at Lilly from the corner of her eye* Whose the current Ox Division Champion?
*Obviously distrustful of the woman*
*Lilly scratches her chin as she thinks the answer through*
LILLY: Let's see...Crauswell won it off of Rock Lee last year, he's had it for a while...then he lost it to...Cassinova!
Synthy: *snaps fingers* Right. ....Now... Why doesn't the EWT have a women's -official- division?
LILLY: pfft! That's easy! Because Chrysta, Mystery, and Clown Girl screwed it up for us by not showing up at Season's Beatings, or the match they were gonna have afterwards. THEN Toomi took the title and bunrt it inside a trash can.
Synthy: ...*clicks her two tongue piercings against teeth* Hmm.......Not bad. I want you to know one thing though.....I don't like Ultimate-Diva behaviour.....for now, you seem alright. But, so you know, if you slip up......
*she lets the remark hang in the air.*
LILLY: Look, you don’t have to worry. I know it’s not exactly the same thing, but guys like Ken Shamrock did fine with it, but I’ve trained under mixed martial arts.
Synthy: .....At least you have that going for you. Then again, Ken Shamrock's kinda overrated. Let's hope his path isn't for you. With any luck, you'll be able to hang with the likes of Juri and Terina. I may be new myself, but I think I've earned a decent amount of respect for the time I've been here. And speaking for them, none of us take to kindly to girls who find themselves above us. Think you've got what it takes to stay steady? I guess we'll find that out as time marches on.
*Lilly just giggles*
LILLY: Look, you don't have to worry. The only thing I'm better than you at is singing. Wrestling...well, we'll just have to see about that.
Synthy: *bright blue eyebrow raises* Agreed, I suppose. And trust me, no way in hell you'll be able to outwrestle me...but we can argue that point a different day. Currenty, I'm awaiting the appearance of...someone.
*Lilly crosses her arms in curiosity*
LILLY: Really now? Is it that manager of FUN, the Irish Rose, or Chad Michaels?
Synthy: *left eye visibly twitches at the sound of the names* Try the only one that I'm not 'romanticaly' linked to. As far as I know anyway. And I still have no bloody idea why the faHELL anyone thinks I date Joe.
*completely disregards Chad's name being mentioned*
LILLY: So Juri, then. Yeah, I heard about that. She got drunk off her ass and went to tell one of your "lovers"...
*Lilly giggles*
LILLY: Kidding, of course
Synthy: *Sticks a toothpick in her mouth* Tell one of my 'lovers' what exactly?
LILLY: Promise you won't kill me?
Synthy: *eyebrows arch towards her nose, showing offense* I don't like to joke about my love life. It's something that I hold as a very personal object. And I do mean personal.
LILLY: Okay, fine. So you don't want to know that Juri's off somewhere possibly telling Chad or Joe you like them?
Synthy: *pushes her sunglasses up on her face* f***. ....f***! *she stares at the Rockstar a last time, then races off to find the heartbroken -drunken- badass*
*Lilly just watches Synthy run off, then shakes her head. Finally, she yells one last thing out to Synthy.*
LILLY: It was nice meeting you!
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Post by invaderdave on Apr 17, 2007 22:32:20 GMT -5
Sitting backstage in what appears to be a break room, or a lounge, David Davies is sitting in front of a tv, holding a Nintendo Wii-mote in his hands. Joel and Mike sit in front of him, trying to get a view of the tv, while Keiko sits off to the side, playing Gameboy.
"Gentlemen, its time that you began learning to be more than dancing goofballs...I mean, you can still be dancing goofballs, no sweat, but its time to be more...you've gotta be dancing goofball butt-holes."
Joel: ...What?
Mike: Yea, what the hell does that mean?
Dave: What I mean, boys, is that you have to really be jerks...not in a bad way, but in a good way.
Joel: That makes like no sense.
Dave: What I mean is, a crowd likes a smarmy, smart ass.
Mike: But we're already smart asses.
Dave: No, no...you may think you are, but in reality, you aren't. It's more than telling somebody that their hair looks nice when it actually looks like shit...you have to really let your sarcasm flow through you, like um...the Jedi. And the Force.
Joel: I think...I understand.
"Good. Its more than just words, too. You know how you dance in your entrance? That's good. Do more dancing. But don't really "dance"...just kinda shuck and jive from time to time. Pretend you're bored with your opponent. Kick him in the ass, litterally. Pants him. Be kind of a douche."
Mike: Dave, it sounds like you're teaching us to be...... TWEENERS.
What sounds like thunder echoes through the room, but it turns out it was really just Keiko throwing down her Gameboy after losing.
Keiko: Chikushou!
"Boys, when I through with you, the crowd won't know whether it wants to love you, or throttle you...now, watch this drive."
Dave then turned around, swung the Wii-mote, and executed a nice drive on his golf ball on Wii-Sports. Joel and Mike shrugged to eachother, applauding their new mentor.
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Post by pta on Apr 18, 2007 4:02:10 GMT -5
We open up with a crappy looking opening, highlighting such past EWT greats as Generic Hoss, Skullblood, The Ultimate Lawyer, and bonito y suave. Afterwards, we then see current EWT jobber, Eric Rush, whose nursing both his neck, which was nearly broken last week against Pain, as well as clutching his skull... a result of his other match against Jack Jupiter. We cut to two... horrible familiar faces.
Tim Moss: BAH GAWD! WELCOME TUH EWT MIGHT AS WELL JUST BE CALLED DARK MATCHES! BAH GAWD WE GOT SOME GREAT MATCHES FOR YA ALL BAH GAWD!
Barry "the Bling" Flawler: Shoot boy... man, all I want to see is some puppizles dawg. Yeah, some nice la...day pahts, ya heard!
Tim Moss: THOSE PUPPIZLES AREN'T COVERED IN BARBECUE SAUCE BAH GAWD!
Random guy directly behind the commentator's table: YOU BOTH SUCK!!!
Tim Moss: I'VE NEVER HEARD SUCH A PUMPED UP CROWD BEFORE BAH GAWD!
Barry "The Bling" Flawler: Man... we in da middle of Sesame Place ya heard?! THA BIG BIRDIE IS IN DA HOUSE!!!
Tim Moss: BAH GAWD!!!
After this... ear bleeding inducing exchange, we hear the sinister version of Pomp and Circumstance start up, as Tutor Tyreese struts out from the back, donning his wrestling attire this time, arms confidently folded behind his back as he walks towards the ring.
Anouncer: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Making his way to the ring, now residing in Dover Delaware, weighing in at 226 pounds, Tutor Tyreese!
Tyreese quickly steps into the ring, as the crowd boos him, the young man not looking at all affected by this. Eric Rush meanwhile just looks across from the other side of the ring.
Announcer: And his opponent... from Who Knows, weighing in at... some amount of weight... Jobber!
Eric Rush takes exception to this introduction, yelling at the announcer, who doesn't even acknowledge his complaining.
Tim Moss: THE JOBBER LOOKS LIKE HE'S GONNA BE FOR IN A WORLD OF HURT BAH GAWD!
Barry "The Bling" Flawler: Homie... I bet he'll take dis one... I'll even put one thousand simoleans fo it. You in?
Tim Moss: BAH GAWD... sure why not.
Tyreese circles the ring slightly, immediately picking up on Rush's already still sore neck, charging and taking him to the mat with a headlock take-down! He takes him into a sitting side headlock for a bit, before pulling him back to his feet, transitioning into a swift swinging neck-breaker! Rush screams in pain as the move connects, Tyreese simply looking down, kneeling and positioning his opponent, setting him up in a Stump Puller! Rush gasps in pain, trying to resist tapping, but Tyreese keeps the pressure on, refusing to give. Tyreese simply releases the submission after a bit, before pulling Rush back up, switching to a Three Quarter Nelson! Seems he's resorting to some very odd holds this time around, as Rush yelps out a bit in pain, trying to power out of the move. Tyreese however sense this, shoving Rush down to a kneeling position, then simply dropping down, clinching on a Cross Knee Chinlock! Eventually Rush can't take any more of this abuse on his neck and immediately gives in. Tyreese simply lets go, dropping Rush to the mat, as the bell rings.
Announcer: Here is your winner... Tutor Tyreese.
Barry "The Bling Flawler: DAAAAAAAAAAMN!!!
Tim Moss: BAH GAWD! NOW I CAN AFFORD THAT WOODSHED BAH GAWD!
Tyreese doesn't seem to care about this victory, as he simply exits the ring, without a single word, arms folded behind his back.
Tim : WELL COMING UP NEXT.. OUR MAIN EVENT FOR THIS WEEKS EWT MIGHT AS WELL BE DARK MATCHES BAH GAWD! KENNY KING GOES FACE TO FACE WITH HIS ARCH RIVAL... BARRY HOROWITZ BAH GAWD! DON'T YOU DARE MISS IT BAH GAWD!!!
Barry "The Bling" Flawler: Man... I gotta stop betting on matches.
Cut to commercial
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Post by Ass Dan on Apr 18, 2007 10:24:36 GMT -5
We come back from the commercial to see Sum Guy standing in front of an EWT backdrop. The camera is zoomed in on him, and he seems unaware that it's even rolling.
Sum (talking to someone beside him): ...So I said, "If I was like that, hell yeah I'd do him!" Of course, once word of this got to the general public, the Internet rumors spread like wildfire. Unfortunately for the aforementioned police officer...
Cameraman: Psst... we're rolling.
Sum looks at the camera like a deer caught in the headlights.
Sum: Uh... ha, ha... April Fools, everyone! That was just a little joke planned out by me, and my good friend Cassinova here!
Sum Guy puts his arm around the person who he was talking to. The camera zooms out to reveal a completely uninterested looking Cassinova. Cass' ribs are bandaged up, and he seems to have trouble standing up. He leans on the backdrop, sporting his sunglasses and wincing every now and then.
Sum: Uh... Cass. How are you feeling following the alleged assault from Crauswell and his minions?
Cassinova looks off to the side, away from Sum Guy.
Cassinova: ...I have a match to go win. Excuse me.
Cassinova slowly begins to walk off-screen, pushing past Sum Guy's shoulder as he does. Sum gives Cass a dirty look as he goes by, and Sum shrugs before looking back into the camera.
Sum: Well, I think that's all we're going to get out of him at this point. Let's take it back out to the ring.
The camera goes back out to the arena, with Joey Styles and JBL announcing.
Styles: Thanks, Sum. I guess we'd better move on, then, and what a match we've got coming up here!
JBL (mocking): "What a match we've got coming up here!" This is a conspiracy of epic proportions! Cass isn't even cleared to wrestle, and yet the animals backstage are forcing him to defend his title anyway!
Styles: First off, Cass volunteered to wrestle before even hearing the results of his injury examination. And also, if Cass' opponent this week, Joe One, wins this thing, he still has to go through Crauswell to get the actual belt back. And Crauswell refuses to wear nor relinquish that belt until he beats Cassinova in that sick Extinction Chamber match!
JBL: If Cass is smart, he won't accept that and take legal action against Crauswell. Hell, I'll even let him borrow my lawyers!
The announce team is cut off by "Hell March", and Joe One comes walking down to the ring.
Announcer: Ladies and gentlemen... this next contest is scheduled for one fall, and is for the EWT Ox-Division Championship! On his way to the ring, hailing from Airstrip One and weighing in at 234 lbs... Joe One!
Styles: And here's Joe One, who is a SERIOUS threat to Cassinova's title here tonight.
JBL: Quite an opportunity for this young man. If he wins tonight and at Crap-A-Mania IV, he will be both the EWT Ox-Division Champion, and World Heavyweight Champion. Let me tell you, Styles, his paycheck will quadruple in size if he goes on to do that.
Styles: From what we just saw of Cassinova, a person of Joe One's brawling skill could have a field day in this match. Not to count out Cass, though, as we've seen him come back against some amazing odds in the past, but for someone who is currently preparing for a championship match that few even know that rules of, an injured competitor might be an easy target.
JBL: ...I've still got faith.
Joe One climbs into the ring and stands in the center of it, awaiting his competitor.
Announcer: And the opponent...
"Square Dance" hits over the speakers and there's no mistake about it, Cassinova is getting cheered. Cassinova limps out from the back and down to the ring without any of his usual flashiness. He slowly walks up the steps and climbs into the ring, before asking the referee for a microphone.
Cassinova (after receiving his mic): Mr... One, would you excuse me for a moment?
Joe One simply folds his arms and stares at Cass. Cass looks over to him and sighs.
Cassinova: Fine, you can stay, Joseph, but only because daddy is feeling extra generous today.
This doesn't seem to phase Joe, who simply leans in a corner and decides to remember these comments when the match starts.
Cassinova: As many of you probably know, I was subject to a little something named... irony. As I was making my way to the stage, ready to annihilate the lead singer of Coq Roq, I was attacked from behind.. yet again.. by Crauswell. Well, at least, that's what I thought, until I got a good look at who was attacking me. Feeling the synthetic material and expecting to see bird-for-brains himself, imagine my surprise to find that the robotic band from Chuck E. Cheese's was handing me my ass! It was too late by then, and... well, I'll just let the tape do the talking. I called up the person who filmed this entire incident so that he can present the tape to you all. So, without further ado, introducing... Alex Shelley!
"The Fly" by U2 hits, and out walks Alex Shelley to a lot of applause. He carries his tripod with him, and stops to do his signature shotgun blast taunt with it. He then continues down to the ring and slides in it as his music fades out. Cass hands him a microphone as the camera cuts to Joe One, bored out of his mind and a little bit ticked off.
Shelley: I'll just save you all a lot of time with the fancy intro, and bring you the latest Paparazzi Production: The Fall of a Champion!
The screen cuts to footage of the camera following Cass from the side, holding his Ox-Division title and walking down the corridor. He looks over to the camera every now-and-then to speak.
Cassinova: Hey, you notice how they always book me in some crazy gimmicked death-match every week? It says EWT, but I think they just misspelled TN...
Before he can finish his sentence, he is suddenly grabbed from behind and thrown into the wall! His assailant, Crauswell's wolf-friend, Rabido, begins to slug Cass in the face relentlessly. Cassinova eventually regains his bearings, and begins to fight back. The two trade punches until Cass gets the advantage with hard right hands, and finally has Rabido reeling. He grabs Rabido's head for a DDT, before he is speared from the side by someone in a Bear outfit! The bear-dressed person mounts Cass and begins to bang his head on the ground, while the Wolf begins to stomp him. After a while of this, the Wolf motions for the Bear to lift Cass up, and the two hold him by his arms while someone in a Kangaroo costume runs up and mafia kicks Cass in the head! By now, Shelley has hid with the camera behind some large black boxes in the corridor, and the three collective furries begin to pound on Cass while he's down. Eventually, they all pick Cass back up and hold his arms once again, while a fourth man walks into the camera frame. Brandon, the Skunk costume wearer and apparently Craus' mate, surveys Cassinova for a while. He shakes his head for a moment and laughs grimly, as if thinking, "This is who beat Crauswell?"
Brandon picks up the 2x4 and stares at it for a while, before cocking it to the side and taking a hard swing at Cass' ribcage! A loud crack is heard, and Cass lets out a loud yell before slumping to the ground. The 2x4 is intact, so it's evident that it wasn't the thing that cracked. Brandon scopes the 2x4 before breaking it in two with his bare hands and mounting Cass wielding the jagged half of it. He grabs Cass' around the throat before beginning to carve Cass' forehead with the sharp wood! Cass starts to yell out as Brandon does this for quite some time, before tossing the the 2x4 to the side and lifting Cass to his feet. Brandon then turns Cass around and begins to choke him out with a standing sleeper, while the rest of the furries begin to gang up on him with shots to the face and ribs. After ample damage is done, Brandon lifts Cass with the sleeper still intact and converts it to a Rock Bottom in mid-air! Cass lands hard on the hard floor, holding his back. Brandon finally looks twards the Wolf and nods. The Wolf nods back and walks off screen, while the rest of the furries continue to stomp on Cass. Eventually, Rabido returns, wielding a chair, and hands it to Brandon. Brandon stares at the chair for a while and kisses it with his mask, before opening it up and placing Cass' entire torso inside!
Brandon then looks at Rabido and the rest of the furries, who immediately begin to get into a formation. The Bear and Rabido get on all fours, while the Kangaroo stands on top of them. Brandon hoists himself up to the Kangaroo's shoulders and sizes Cassinova up, before leaping off and double-foot stomping the chair around Cass' already cracked ribs! Cass yells out in agony as his ribcage absolutely shatters, and begins to spit up blood. The furries all rise to their feet as Brandon removes the chair from around Cass, and smirks behind his mask at the damage that he and the rest of Crauswell's troupe have done. Brandon bends and picks up something shiny--Cassinova's Ox-Division title, before kneeling and handing it to someone off-screen.
Crauswell walks into the frame and accepts the belt with a bit of grim laughter, before bending and dipping his finger in the blood of the now unconscious Cassinova. He takes this blood and writes something on Cassinova's chest:
EXTINCT
Crauswell stands and surveys Cassinova for a while, before laughing and walking off with the rest of the furries. Immediately afterwords, Alex Shelley emerges from his hiding place and begins running down the corridor, yelling for someone to call 911. Immediately afterwords, we cut back to the ring, where Cass stands there with a microphone. Alex Shelley has gotten out of the ring and stands on the outside as Cass prepares to talk.
Cassinova (serious now): Look... I just want you all and Crauswell to know...
Before he can finish his sentence, Joe One taps him on the shoulder. Cass turns around, and Joe head-butts him in the face! Cass' microphone falls and rolls out of the ring as the referee calls for the bell, and the match begins. Joe One scoops Cass up and slams him on the mat, before elbow-dropping his throat and covering...
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Cass kicks out. Joe One picks Cass back up and attempts a DDT, only for Cass to hit a modified back body drop and nail a leg drop. Cassinova picks Joe One up and punches him a few times in the face, before whipping him to the turnbuckle. He runs at Joe One, only for One to dodge him and cause him to hit the turnbuckle chest first! Cass stumbles backward, and Joe One immediately applies the First Lightning!
Styles: This could be it!
JBL: No! The match just started!
Styles: Joe One might be Ox-Division Champion heading into Crap-A-Mania!
Joe One maintains the hold and applies pressure, when suddenly the fans' attention turns to the ramp. It is soon revealed what they are looking at, when Rabido the Wolf runs down the ramp and jumps on the apron! The referee immediately walks over and tries to get him down, while Brandon the Skunk runs through the crowd and hops the barricade! He approaches the ring and pulls Cass out of it, while Joe One just stares in confusion and anger. Brandon ignores him as he reaches into his side pocket a pulls out a pair of handcuffs! Without much hesitation, he hooks one end to Cass' hand and the other end to a hole in the ring steps. He then departs through the crowd as Rabido hops off of the apron. The referee sees Cass outside the ring and looks at Joe One, before beginning the ten count...
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Styles: What the hell?
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Joe One doesn't know how to react.
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Cass attempts to somehow get back in the ring.
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The camera cuts to Rabido smirking on the ramp.
10!
Announcer: Here's your winner... Joe One!
The referee raises Joe One hand, but Joe One throws his arm down since he knows the rules of a win by count-out.
Announcer: Due to the rule that a title can not change hands by count-out, Cassinova is STILL the Ox-Division Champion!
The crowd cheers for this, but Joe One is pissed. He approaches the referee, but stops when he just lets it go and decides that he has bigger fish to fry. He exits the ring and begins to head up the ramp, with "Hell March" playing in the background. Rabido makes sure to steer clear of him as he just stares at Cassinova in the ring.
Styles: John, I think I understand. Crauswell doesn't want anybody winning the Ox-Division title until he has a chance to!
JBL: Nah... ya think?
The camera cuts from Rabido to Cass' pained and angry expression as we...
FADE TO COMMERCIAL[/quote]
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Post by Marcus Trunk on Apr 18, 2007 11:05:17 GMT -5
Announcer: The following contest is scheduled for one fall.
"Beneath" by Nothingface plays as JZ appears on the stage.
Announcer: Introducing first, from Anytown, USA, weighing 230 pounds, JZBadBlood!!
JZ enters the ring, then pounds his chest and points to the crowd.
Announcer: And his opponent...
"For Those Who Fight Further" plays as Marcus Trunk appears, spreading his arms and roaring to the crowd. He pounds his fists on the stage, with the white pyro blasting behind him.
Announcer: From Detroit, Michigan, weighing 307 pounds, Marcus Trunk!!
Before Trunk can even make in to the ring, the Plebes appear and jump him from behind. They club him on the back and roll him down the ramp towards the ring. As Trunk stops next to the ring, the Plebes continue to kick at him. They drag him into the ring and continue their assault. The referee bails out of the ring and tells the timekeeper to throw the match out.
The Plebes drag Trunk to his feet, but Trunk manages to fight them off with elbows, until he finally gets to a vertical base and starts dropping the Plebes with clotheslines. Eventually he manages to clear the entire ring of the Plebes, who, as usual, exit the ring sore and unsuccessful. Trunk grabs a microphone.
Trunk: GOD DAMMIT RASKALL! I HAVE GROWN SICK OF YOUR BULLS**T! EVERY SINGLE WEEK YOU HAVE YOUR SERVANTS DOING YOUR WORK FOR YOU! BUT AT CRAP-A-MANIA, IT'S GONNA BE YOU AND ME, LOCKED IN A CAGE, WITH NOWHERE TO RUN!! YOU CAN'T AVOID ME FOREVER!!
Just then, JZ clubs Trunk in the back, yelling "I want my damn match!" But before he can truly get his licks in, Merc comes running out of the crowd and climbs the barricade, and enters the ring! He pulls JZ off of Trunk, and starts punching away at him! Merc whips JZ into the ropes and winds up for a lariat, but JZ grabs the ropes and slips out of the ring, avoiding the knockout blow. As JZ backs up the ramp, Merc gets a microphone.
Merc: It's been a long time JZ, but finally, when we meet again at Crap-A-Mania, you're gonna feel the rage that's been building up inside me for all these months. Before you even know what hit you, I'll be standing victorious in the middle of that ring, because I WILL SHOW YOU NO MERCY!!
Merc drops the mic and begins to head out, but before he can, Trunk stops him, and motions him over. Merc is hesistant, but goes to meet Trunk in the middle of the ring. Trunk then extends his hand for Merc to shake. Merc initially holds his hand back, unsure if he should shake Trunk's hand, but then eventually grasps Trunk's hand and gives it a mighty shake, as the crowd cheers this show of sportsmanship. Merc then takes his leave as "The Monster is Loose" plays."
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Post by radicalbuttercup on Apr 18, 2007 11:10:39 GMT -5
*The catering team and teamsters (soooo lazy) are sharing a meal in the backstage area. Beards. Trucker hats. Arm hair to make Robin Williams envious. All this....and more! Well, not much more. ??: "It's a stick up! Everybody get low!" *The door is suddenly kicked open and all the chubby, grubby men become startled. Like....chubby....grubby....sheep. Or somethin. They calm and become less than amused upon seeing the silhouette standing at the door. Madison: "Hehe! Just kiddin'! Ya guys are so jumpy!" The energetic, rainbow haired girl leaps onto the table with all the grace of a gazelle. She rests her hands on her hips and quirks a brow at all the grumbling and cursing. She places two fingers into her mouth and whistles.?? #2: ... The 6'6'' behemoth dressed in a pink rabbit costume known only as "Mr.Bunny" lumbers into the room. Everyone shushes. He stands very stoicly(is that a word??), almost like a statue. One of the sleeve's of the outfit is ripped to reveal an arm full of bizzaro, arcane tattoo's. The workers are uneasy. Madison: "Muuuuch better! Ya see, I have a message to deliver! Alllll the way up to the World Champion..." *She raises her hand high above her head*Madison: "..Fraggle..Rock..or..whatever.....his name is. And aaaaaaaaall the way down....." *Kneeling upon the table and placing her palms onto it*Madison: "....to you guys! And.....is that a McRib?!" *A screech of delight. She snatches the McRib and takes a few bites before tossing it over her shoulder*Madison: "Yum yum yum. .....Stop DISTRACTING ME!" *A mug of coffee is punted across the room*Madison: "Let me tell you all a little story. There once was a happy little clown girl. And she came to the EWT. The land of milk and honey! But then she got fired. And she was veeeerrrryyy sad...." *Dragging a finger across her cheek to represent a tear* Madison: "......But now she came back! REJOICE! And now that she's baaaack.. everyone must suffer" *Her face twisting into a dark scowl for a moment before snapping back to cheerfulness.*Madison: "...Kay?! And today I brought a clip!" *Walking across the table she pops a tape into a nearby VCR. THIS....is what is shown: youtube.com/watch?v=_IUyqenD7kUUnderstandably, everyone is very confused by this. Madison stares forward blankly* Madison: "......I like chocolate milk......" *Mr.Bunny slams a fist onto the table to snap her out of it*Madison: "OH! I brought the wrong tape! Eheheeheheee!" *She rubs at the back of her neck and giggles sheepishly*Madison: "But that's pretty much what he's gonna do! Siiiiigh. I guess THESE will have to do!" *Mr.Bunny hands her a backpack and she digs inside of it. Tossing out a few more propaganda posters that rain down. Hopping from the table she attaches a few more to the walls as she walks out* Madison: "He's comiiiiiiiing.." *The picture on the posters....looks a little somethin.....like this:
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Post by teamireland on Apr 18, 2007 16:33:59 GMT -5
*"Sweden" by the Divine Comedy starts playing & Liam O'Neill makes his entrance to a mildly positive reaction.* David Penzer: The following contest is scheduled for one fall with a 20 minute time-limit. Introducing first, from Cork, Ireland, weighing in at 209lbs, representing Team Ireland... *At the mention of this, Liam begins to shake his head. Mike Tenay: Is he disagreeing with Penzer's comment? Is Liam O'Neill claiming that he's no longer associated with Team Ireland? Don West: WELL, MIKE TENAY, IT'S BEEN SOME MONTHS SINCE WE'VE ACTUALLY SEEN LIAM EVEN ENTER TO TEAM IRELAND'S MUSIC, LET ALONE SEE HIM ASSOCIATE WITH HIS TEAM-MATES! *"Where The Party's At" by Tonite Only starts playing & Spaz enters to a massive reaction from the Spazphiles in the crowd.* Penzer: And his opponent, from Sydney, Australia, weighing in at 216lbs, this is... SPAZ!!!
Tenay: Spaz has had his own problems with Team Ireland a few months ago, if you recall Don, Sean McCann & Aidan Donnelly defeated Spaz & Merc in a match for the EWT Tag-Team Championship. West: HIS PROBLEMS ARE MUCH BIGGER THAN THAT NOW, MIKE! WITH THE ELITE OUT TO GET HIM, SPAZ CAN BARELY TURN HIS BACK FOR A SECOND! RATINGS, MAXX AWESOME & ERIK MAJORS ARE THREE CRAFTY GUYS! THEY'LL TRY TO MAKE SURE SPAZ IS ROUGHED UP AS MUCH AS POSSIBLE GOING INTO HIS MATCH AT CRAP-A-MANIA IV!
DING-DING!
*The match is underway. Liam immediately sets his sights on Spaz's arm, trying to lock in a Fujiwara Armbar. Liam gets the hold on, but releases it & sits on Spaz's back, cinching in a Cross Face. Liam pulls back as much as he can, but Spaz is able to reach the ropes. Liam releases the hold, but Spaz is somewhat surprised by Liam's technical ability. Sean McCann comes out from the back & makes his way to ringside.*
Tenay: What on Earth is Sean McCann doing here? West: WELL, YOU KNOW, MIKE, COACH O'HARE DELIVERED THAT ULTIMATUM TO LIAM! LIAM'S ON THIN ICE & SEAN DOESN'T WANT TO SEE HIM BOOTED FROM TEAM IRELAND! Tenay: There could be some dissension in the ranks of Team Ireland, by the looks of things. I wouldn't put it past Sean McCann to interfere in this match on behalf of his friend, Liam O'Neill.
*Sean shouts a few words of encouragement to Liam. Spaz makes a few remarks to the referee about getting Sean out of there & returns his atention to Liam only to get poked in the eye. Liam jumps Spaz for a Small Package pin.*
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KICKOUT!
*Spaz, still rubbing his eyes, falls prey to a Drop Toe Hold. Liam rolls on over & locks Spaz in a Cross Face again. Spaz gets a foot out to the rope. Once both are on their feet again, Spaz nails Liam with a Scott Steiner-esque Belly to Belly & he prepares to lock in the Sydney Cloverleaf. But Liam is kicking away. He kicks Spaz back towards the ropes. Liam rolls forward & in an amazing display of agility, manages to catch Spaz with a Monkey Flip. In anequally amazing display of agility, Spaz rolls through with the Monkey Flip & runs back to catch Liam with a clothesline. Spaz stomps on Liam a few times before dropping an elbow on him.* West: OH, RIGHT ON THE STERNUM! *Spaz picks Liam up & gives him the Three Amigos suplexes. Spaz goes for the Sydney Cloverleaf again, but Sean McCann leaps on to the apron & is shouting stuff to the referee.* Tenay: Typical Team Ireland! They can't let a match go to a clean finish! West: HE'S JUST CONCERNED FOR HIS FRIEND, MIKE! HE DOESN'T WANNA SEE LIAM KICKED OUT OF TEAM IRELAND! *Spaz goes over to the ref & orders him to concentrate on the match. While the ref is still distracted, Liam hits Spaz right in the billiards! Spaz is about to keel over when Liam grabs him fo a schoolboy roll-up!*
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KICKOUT!
*Liam & Sean can't believe it. Liam is about to try to tie Spaz up with the Irish Shamrock Leaf when another figure makes his way down to ringside. It's Ratings!* Don West: RATINGS IS HERE! AND IT'S SAFE TO SAY HE'S NOT UST HERE TO SUPPORT LIAM! *Liam stops in his tracks, a little confused. He pops a few pills from a bottle in his tights & goes back to the match. Spaz is back up & both men start slugging it out. Ratings has a few words with Sean McCann outside. Spaz whips Liam towards the ropes & catches him on the rebound with an Overhead Belly to Belly. Ratings gets up on the apron & attempts to enter the ring. The referee tries to stop him. Spaz tries not to let it distract him. He wants this match to serve as a preview to Ratings. Then Spaz sees Maxx Awesome running in through the crowd, behind the ref's back, Spaz is ready for him... But he's NOT ready for Erik Majors! Erik grabs Spaz from behind & whips him to the ropes, catching him with a Tilt-A-Whirl Backbreaker, Maxx follows up with a Scissor Kick, successfully completing "The Beatbreaker". Maxx & Erik high-five & leave hastily. Sean rushes inside the ring & drags Liam over Spaz, sliding out as Ratings ceases his attempt to enter the ring. Ratings shakes hands with Sean outside as the ref counts inside...*
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DING-DING-DING!
Penzer: Here is your winner... LIAM... O... NEILL!
*Sean McCann gets inside the ring & raises Liam's hand alongside the referee.*
West: LIAM O'NEILL JUST BEAT A FORMER EWT CHAMPION, MIKE TENAY! Tenay: Only with considerbale help from The Elite! West: THIS HAS GOT TO BE THE GREATEST ACHIEVEMENT IN HIS CAREER! I BET COACH O'HARE'S IMPRESSED TOO!
*Sean goes absolutely crazy, embracing his friend & grinning from ear to ear as they both head back up the ramp. Spaz sits up in the ring, more than a little shocked at what just happened. He mutters a curse upon Ratings & Boogie Knights 3000.*
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Post by Square on Apr 19, 2007 14:26:40 GMT -5
Mean Gene: The following match is scheduale for one fall, first from Tampa Flordia, he weighs in at 384 pounds he is THYPOON!
*Thypoon aready in the ring climbs to the middle turnbuckle, stumbles and falls off the turbuckle onto the ring mat to the laughter of the crowd*
Mean Gene: And his opponent from Preston England he weighs in at 290 pounds he is on his debut, HE IS THE EAGLE ANDY DAVIDSON
*"This Ain't a Scene" hits through the arena and from the top of the toomitron swoops down a eagle and circles the arena. Davidson walks onto the stage to a small pop, raises his left hand to which the eagle flying pearches on*
Todd Grisham: Ladies and gentlemen the eagle has landed here in EWT.
Jerry Lawler: OH FOR CRYING OUT LOUD THEY USED THAT FOR HIS PROMO LAST WEEK, BE ORIGINAL YOU CO...
TG: Yeah like you are Mr Puppies
*Davidson, after handing the eagle to a stage hand, runs down to the ring throwing off his suit jacket and climbing onto the apron, getting a right hand by the smaller Thypoon dropping him of the apron*
*Bell Rings: Andy "The Eagle" Davidson Vs Thypoon*
*Davidson rolls into the ring to strong stamps by Thypoon and then right hands. Slowly Davidson reaches to a knee and deleviers right hands to the fat stomach of the former partner of the late Earthquake*
TG: Strong right hands by the young gun on the old timer in Thypoon
*Davidson runs off the rope and lands a closeline not moving the smaller man, Davidson trys again but to meet a elbow from Thypoon which doesnt phase Davidson. Thypoon chops Davidson which gets responded by a uppercut knocking the big man off his feet and almost out. Davidson gets to work with knee drops and stomps and signals to the crowd the end. Davidson grabs the legs of Thypoon going for the figure four but Typhoon rolls him up getting a close two*
JL: The vetern is showing his worth here againts the debute
*Davidson and Thypoon both lands right hands and almost like a flash Davidson grabs Thypoon by the legs picking him up and slamming a vicious running spinebuster*
TG: EAGLE'S LANDING ITS ALL OVER GOODNIGHT IRINE!
*Davidson covers Thypoon but with a last grasp of energy kicks out just before three. Davidson punches the ground and then grabs him by the neck and lands a spinning neckbreaker. Davidson then pulls Thypoon to the corner and places him up on the top turnbuckle and lands a twisted frankenstiner, Davidson covers Thypoon for the three*
Mean Gene: HERE IS YOUR WINNER, ANDY "THE EAGLE" DAVIDSON
*Davidson climbs up the turnbuckle and strikes the one armed pose as the screen...*
*fades out*
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Post by teamireland on Apr 19, 2007 17:03:22 GMT -5
David Penzer: The following match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first...
*Dropkick Murphys "I'm Shipping Up To Boston" hits & the crowd immediately starts booing. At the upbeat, Coach O'Hare appears, waving his tricolour wrapped hurley like a man possessed. Shane Malone emerges behind him & flexes a little bit.*
Penzer:... Being accompanied by Coach O'Hare, from Galway, Ireland, weighing in at 297lbs, he is "The Celtic Giant", SHANE... MALONE!
*Malone & O'Hare pause as Team Ireland's green, white & gold pyro explodes at the top of the rampway before continuing on down to the ring. Once in the ring, Malone removes his Gaelic Football shirt & tosses it to the crowd. Much to his chagrin, some ugly chick in the fourth row catches it & waves back to him adoringly.*
*Dropkick Murphys fades out & "Why Can't We Be Friends" starts up as Aaron Chamblis makes his apperance to a mainly positive reaction. Aaron waves & shakes hands with the fans on his way down the ramp.* Penzer: And his opponent, from Cincinatti, Ohio, weighing in at 167lbs... AARON... CHAMBLIS!
*Aaron gets in the ring & extends a handshake to Coach O'Hare & then to Shane... neither accept & turn their backs to him as the Coach whispers in Shane's ear. Aaron stretches himself on the other side of the ring.*
DING-DING!
*Shane charges across the ring & destroys Aaron with a HUGE spear. Aaron clutches at his ribs. Shane yanks Chamblis to his feet & Gorilla presses him... a few times actually. Shane then tosses Aaron right into the crowd. Much like Brother Runt, the crowd catches Aaron & dumps him back by the ring again. Unlike Brother Runt, the crowd don't cack-handedly drop Aaron on his head. As Shane waits in the ring, the ref counts. Shane moves to leave the ring, but the ref stops him. This allows Coach O'Hare to stick a few boots in Aaron, then roll him back inside before the ref can see what's happening. Aaron is still in ALOT of pain as he's rolled back in, but he's gutsy!*
*Shane bends to pick Aaron up again. Aaron starts fighting back. This takes Shane by surprise. Aaron lands a few jabs to Shane's midsection. Shane is staggered slightly as Aaron continues with the punches. Shane releases Aaron & Aaron swings for a Polish Hammer. He knocks Shane square on the jaw. Again, Shane is staggered, but not down. Aaron grabs Shane for a Jeff Hardy-style Jawbreaker. Shane's chin bounces off Aaron's head & Shane stumbles back, ending up in a corner. Aaron charges towards Shane & dropkicks the big man in the corner. Finally, Shane slumps down. Aaron steps back a bit & dashes to the corner again hitting a dropkick to Shane's face. Aaron drags Shane out from the corner & attempts a pin...*
1...
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KICKOUT!
*O'Hare cheers from ringside. As Aaron displays a little bit of frustration. Aaron quickly heads up top & lies poised waiting to get Shane with a Missile Dropkick. O'Hare shouts to Shane what Aaron is planning & Shane steps out of the way just as Aaron flies from the top. Aaron crashes on the mat & O'Hare gloats. Shane yanks Chamblis off the mat & whips him off the ropes. Aaron is well prepared & baseball slides under Malone's legs. Chamblis pops up behind Shane & tries to lock in "The Kraken". Given Shane's size over Aaron, he has a hard time doing so. Aaron barely manages to lock the hold on. But Shane simply falls backwards, squashing Aaron under him in the process. Given the damage Shane did to Aaron's ribs earlier, this isn't helping. Shane sits up & taps Aaron tentatively with his foot. Aaron is barely moving after being crushed under "The Celtic Giant". Malone goes for a pin...*
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SHOULDER UP!
*Unbelievably, there's life in Aaron yet! Shane & O'Hare are bewildered as to how he continues going. Malone brings Aaron to his feet again. Once more, Aaron fights Shane off with a few well placed elbows to the gut. Aaron runs the ropes & hits Shane with a Tornadorana! Shane crawls to a corner again, stunned. Aaron is about to dropkick Shane's face again, when Malone gets to his feet, shaking off the effects of the Tornadorana. Aaron bites his lip. Malone advances, but Aaron swiftly scales another ringpost & comes flying off with "The Flyin' King". Unfortunately for Aaron, Shane catches him. Shane has Aaron set up in position for a "Gal-A-Way Slam" & Shane hits it, bridging back for the pin...*
1...
2...
KICKOUT!
*AGAIN? Yes! Aaron has kicked out again. Through courage or foolishness he will NOT stay down! Shane is sitting on the mat trying to figure out what to do to keep the plucky youngster pinned. Shane is still sitting when Aaron dopkicks him in the back. Chamblis has mightily angered the Giant now. Shane charges at Aaron. Chamblis ducks Shanes clothesline & dropkicks him in the back again. Shane is left hanging on the ropes in the 619 position. Aaron gives out a Rey Misterio Jr. type yell & hits the manouvere on Shane! Chamblis aims to follow up with the Springboard Hurracanrana... he lands on Shane's shoulders... but he can't flip the big man over. With Aaron hanging down the front of Shane's body, Malone hits a modified Styles Clash on Aaron. Aaron is dragged to his feet once again & is obviously having a hard time staying on them. Shane clamps the Iron Claw on Chamblis & lifts him high in the air before planting him with "The Giant's Causeway"! Shane covers...*
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THREE!
DING-DING-DING!
Penzer: Here is your winner... "The Celtic Giant"... SHANE... MALONE!
*"I'm Shipping Up To Boston" plays again as Shane rolls out of the ring to celebrate with O'Hare as both head on to the back.*
***CUT TO COMMERCIAL***
***RETURN FROM COMMERCIAL*** *Backstage at Sesame Place Marisol Kaneshall is running after Coach O'Hare to have a few words with him.*
Marisol: Mr. Coachman, I have a few questions, what is Liam O'Neill's position in Team Ireland at this time? O'Hare: Well, he did beat a former EWT World Champion, but that's just given him a stay of execution in my eyes. He's still on probation as far as I'm concerned. Marisol: Any thoughts on Minipax? O'Hare: Aye, those lads may be big fans of a fine work of English literature, but that's about all I like about them. We won't be hearing any more about the REAL Jack Jupiter & The Midnight Mystery after Sean & Big Shane nail them in the BUTT...
*AWKWARD SILENCE*
O'Hare: Wait... forget that last part...
*Shane & O'Hare walk off.*
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Post by cory16154 on Apr 19, 2007 21:09:25 GMT -5
the camera pans too a man who looks rather odd wearing orange pants with ps on both pant legs he says that EWT will be changed forever and a new era is about to dawn he runs off then he backpeddles back infront of the camera and screams signing off peter polk hahaha
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Post by Deleted on Apr 19, 2007 22:14:38 GMT -5
*The camera fades into the makeshift EWT arena, "For Whom the Bell Tolls" by Metallica playing over the speakers and Jon Toro inside the ring.*
Finkel: Introducing first, from Helena, Montana, weighing in at 223 pounds.....JON TORO!
*Toro raises up his arms, and the music dies down. Suddenly, Shostakovich's "Symphony #5: Finale" blasts on and big Klaar steps out onto the stage, greeted by cheers.*
Finkel: And his opponent, from Rotterdam, Netherlands, weighing in at 303 pounds.........VOLTIGEUR!
*Volt slowly makes his way into the ring, Toro staring at him. The bell rings, and Volt and Toro advance towards each other in a staredown. Volt grapples with Toro and immediately shifts his weight, only to get kneed in the stomach several times. However, he gets a Eurasian Uppercut square in Toro's jaw and knocks him down squarely. He gets back up to his feet, Klaar ambling towards him. Looking just for a petty attack, as soon as Volt gets close enough, Jon rakes him in the eyes, quickly blinding him, and slapping him in the face. He swings around and goes for a schoolboy.*
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KICKOUT!
*Voltigeur gets to his feet and so does Jon, but before the young man can react, gets a European Uppercut right in the face, courtesy of a furious Voltigeur--the eye rake and slap didn't go over too well. With the advantage, Klaar tosses Jon over the top rope. He pulls a set of ring steps off the side, and picks Jon up by the legs in a wheelbarrow fashion, hoisting him above his head. AMSTERDAM SLAM! He hits a second! A third! But that seems to be enough for the time being. The referee reaches a five count, and that's all that Klaar needs to hear. Sliding into the ring, he takes Toro with him. Voltigeur picks up the nearly conked out Toro, lifts him high-----JUSTIFIED PERSECUTION-----a sitout dominator. He hooks a leg, and the referee counts.*
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3!
DING DING DING!
*Shostakovich's "Symphony #5: Finale" hits back onto the speakers, the crowd in a good mood, but not ecstatic.*
Finkel: Here is your winner.....VOLTIGEUR!
*Volt rolls out of the ring, walking back up the ramp and outlining a belt shape about his waist as the camera focuses on him--Toro is still downed from the action within the ring. As Voltigeur reaches the stage itself, he raises his arms high, cocks one of them back quickly, and the camera fades out.*
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Post by Deleted on Apr 19, 2007 22:49:46 GMT -5
*The camera fades in. Her arms are crossed as usual, only now she has a smile on her face. Synthy looks a lot less pissed as the last time the audience saw her. She's standing outside the building.*
Synthy: I wonder where...oy...speak of the she-devil. Yo! Terina! You ready to go yet?
*Terina walks into view, sunglasses, street clothes and all.*
Terina: Synth! Yeah, I'm ready to go. Besides, I'm thirsty. Sorry I couldn't get here earlier--but I was out shopping with Jim and Jason.
*She starts walking, adjusting her sunglasses as they go*
Synthy: Jim and Jason went shopping with you? What kind of blackmail do you have to hold over them? *Her eyes wander over various shops as they decide where to go* And seriously, I want to see pictures.
Terina: Well, they really more check out the sportswear and stuff while I'm looking at clothes. Jim's into playing sports, and Jason's always been into studying it. *Her eyes dart back and forth as she drops her shades.* And they hit the liquor stores "from time to time," too...
Synthy: *snicker* Well that's understandable, I guess. Doing what we all do night after night....some people just need a bit of a jumpstarter to relax. Personally.....I can't stand the stuff. I personally prefer, eh, well besides Pepsi, that. *She points toward a small, indistinct Coffee Shop labeled 'Thanks a Latte'.
Terina: Coffee huh? That's funny...I like a good coffee myself. Nothing special, though. You up for a drink?
Synthy: *nods* Wouldn't have pointed it out otherwise. *She takes a step inside and instantly relaxes. Air conditioning is rumbling and the place is a soft sort of quiet.* So what else ya been up to? You haven't happened to Juri around have you? The chick was looking for some mischief last time I saw her....Uh. Nevermind actually. Different subject. So what made you decide to be a wrestler, Terina? *She takes a comfortable, squishy seat near a window*
*Terina sits next to Synthy.*
Terina: Hmm....where to start...Well, I've always been a fan of wrestling since I met Jason Jupiter. That man can't play most sports worth crap, but wrestling is another story. When I met with him and Jim 15 years ago, it was instant. We got talking, and he showed us the joy of wrestling. Seeing guys like Hogan, Sting, Muta, Michaels, Hart, and Flair, it just captured my fighting imagination. It was back in 1999 when I had gotten my learners' permit to drive. Now, even at that point, I was a great friend of Jim and Jason. When they finally got into the business in 2000, they had to go everywhere for indy shows. They were lazy drivers, and didn't bother signing up for learners' permits. Now they obviously didn't drive, and since I was training with hauling trucks for my family business--that is, hauling and shipping throughout the U.S., I'd sit in the front and drive and let them do whatever in the back. I got into it, even more, and started watching their shows. A local promoter thought I had a lot of potential, and citing my looks and fire for competition, he asked if I'd like to train. I managed Thunder and Jupiter in kayfabe, and trained with sweaty, nasty men otherwise. But it was worth it. There was never any gender direction for me--I just took what they wanted me to, and wrestled, and had fun. And I learned fast. I just got so into it over time, and I suppose that helped drive me into being a wrestler.
*The waiter walks up.*
Waiter: Hello, and welcome to Thanks a Latte. What can I get for you?
Terina: I'll take an espresso. The strongest natural blend that you have.
Synthy: Cinnamon Dolce Latte, please.
*waiter smiles at the women, takes the orders and walks away*
Synthy: That's really cool. From some of the stuff I've watched you guys do....I can tell that you've all got a strong bond going on. I'm glad to see people still have that type of relationship. .. As for my story..well..let's just say I had absolutely no direction in my life...drifting rather endlessly....until I was browsing youtube. Who would have thought that such a site would give me my dream? It was the Lita versus Trish Stratus match..the main event for the WWE's Women's Championship title. It inspired me to look up other female wrestlers...I found Mischif, Amazing Kong, Bull Nakano..and was awed. I just knew I'd found a world were I could fit in...and from there....heh... *She glances at Terina* So um... You, Juri, .... Oceanic,....any of the women from EWT I can see myself standing in the ring against. Tell me, whose been your favorite competitor so far?
Terina: Of the women...or everyone here in EWT?
*waiter returns with the ladie's drinks, and hasn't stopped smiling. He turns away*
Synthy: Eh, everyone. My personal favorite was a match against Alexis-um, Mickie James. That's the one thing I can brag about. *she grins and leans back*
Terina: You deal with the big leaguers huh? Due to some...disagreements...we're not supposed to work with them. Anywho, we've always been against the minorleaguers in the West Coast. Though...one of my most noteworthy matches was a tussle with Daizee Haze during a brief stint in SHIMMER. I didn't like it, with so few male atheletes to work with, and the lack of keeping around it with Jim and Jason, but we put on a little known 40 minute sleeper match. The guys in charge liked it, but not being able to hang with Jim and Jason in CAAPW didn't bode well for my time there. But it ruled. Speaking of indies in the midwest, Aaron Chamblis interested me. I'm not a huge fan of him, but I'll give the guy some credit. male submission masters and stretchers like Kurt Angle, Ric Flair, Bret Hart, Shawn Michaels, and Chris Benoit are my favorites though. Yeah, I use different submission holds, but they inspired my submission style. Who would've thunk it? *laughs*
Synthy: Not bad. Seriously though, I like what I've seen of you...but I have to ask....you feelin' alright after taking down Nunez through that table? That was insane...and I know what that feels like. It isn't exactly fun.
Terina: Hmmmph. People think I'm just an easy target. Yeah, it hurt, but damn, it was a blast. I haven't done that since Thunder and Jupiter's hardcore tag title match in CAAPW.
Synthy: I wish I could have done it. It looked amazing! *She pushes her sunglasses atop her head, and flashes a quick grin* If we ever have a match against them again, I wanna put Riot through a table. Actually, I just wanna do a spot like that period.
Terina: Well, ya see--
*Suddenly, the door swings open and shut, and in walks Voltigeur, wearing khaki pants and a long sleeved striped shirt, widebrim hat, and brown leather shoes.*
Voltigeur: How beeth the denizens located in this public house?
*Everyone, including Synthy and Terina, go quiet and stare at him.*
Go back about your business, fair people. There are two familiar faces!
*He walks over to the two of them, the women looking somewhat embarassed.*
Synthy:.......The faHELL.....Oy. *she scratches her chin and gives the out-of-place man a bewildered look.* So was there a reason....for you to *ahem* 'Beeth in this public house'? Or are you just here for the coffee?
Volt: I came here for a drink, as a matter of fact. Nonetheless, seeing you two seems to be quite the sight.
Terina: *sarcastically* Yeah, and you're quite the sight.
Volt: I am not certain of your come-ons, maiden.
Synthy: *tries quite hard not spit out her coffee, finally, she manages to swallow it with a violent Gulp noise. She's shaking with bottled-up laughter.* Dude. She wasn't exactly flirting with you...Or...was she? *She casts a playful glance toward Terina*
Terina: *Has a huge grin, ready to laugh.* Of...of...course...I'd...HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
Volt: Funny you should laugh at me. Especially when you are the little ladies beliving you can survive in the big leagues with me.
Synthy: *her face goes still and she pulls her shades over her eyes.* Tell me he didn't just say that. Really. 'Little ladies'? Listen big man, I'm sure we're both more then enough of a match for you. *Her arms are crossed more firmly now, and her face has suddenly taken a hint of malice* I'm sure we can do more then just 'survive' against you.
Volt: While it is indeed certain that you two can put forth a great effort, the thought of you two, barely with your combined weight surpassing mine, that you could be able to do so. Few men have the ability to take on me anyway. And as a standard, men are superior.
Synthy: *let's out a long, angry breath* Excuse me? Do you literally have stones for brains you pig-headed, overgrown punk? 'Men are superior'?! You idiotic chauvinist! I should show you just how supposedly 'inferior' I am, you- *She's interrupted*
Terina: Maybe, Volt, you should wrestle women.
Volt: And risk causing damage to your dainty bones? I would not dream of it!
Terina: It sounds as if you're just scared and playing tough.
Volt: I assure you not!
Synthy: *snorts* Ri-ight. For one thing, my bones have been through hell over a long period of time. For another, I'm positive you're actually terrified of getting your ass handed to you by one of the inferior race. I wonder if there is a phrase for someone like you. Someone who insults that which they utmost fear. Did you have problems with your mother by any chance?
Volt: If her dying of murder before my eyes counts for anything, yes.
Synthy: Tough break. But you know what? You may wanna seek psychological help about that. Especially if it somehow lead you to some waxed up reasoning about how women are weak. *She takes a sip of her coffee, emotion not entering her voice in the least bit..*
Volt: Thou art foolish. I have grown up living in a male family, living a man's life, growing as a man, and man is self-sufficient and powerful.
Synthy: *irritation enters her voice* And I grew up taking care of my baby sister and trying to get my brother to act like a human. My parents were nonexistent. Are you saying that as a woman, all the responsibilites I took care of would automatically be credited to my brother? If so, you severely need some sense knocked into you, Mr. Badass. If I weren't is such a mellow mood at the moment, I'd be glad to do it.
Volt: I've lived and best prospered under the sole guidance under my father. If that counteth for anything.
Synthy: A-Hah! Then that means you never knew anything different. Of course you'd believe what you do if you've never had any outside guidance. You know a man could never withstand childbirth, right? What does that say about his almight power?
Volt: A man does not possess the attributes for giving birth, just as a woman does not possess the attributes for complete physical prowess.
Terina: Hey, Volt, one problem...we can still wrestle, but you cannot give birth.
Volt: But you cannot wrestle nearly as well as men. You defeating Konexion? That was a fluke.
Synthy: A fluke. For some odd reason, I'm highly doubting winning by a submission is a fluke. The man tapped out. Because he knew he couldn't win. Simple as that, and definitely not a mistake. I used the move in the Indies and it seemed quite unbeatable. Now, Terina took out Nunez...and Juri takes care of virtually every dude she comes across. You, however, can't say you've beaten a woman. 'Dainty' or not, that's a fact you can't deny. Anyone one of JTS could take care of you. However, you don't want the 'dishonor' of. Being. Beaten. By. A FEMALE.
Volt: It was a fluke. He was without a partner, and he realized he was immobilized. A pair of lionesses may take out a cape buffalo on the veldt. But the buffalo will be bleeding and outnumbered.
Terina: Fact still stands, we...lionesses...took him out.
Synthy: Even you can't argue that point, Buffalo Bill. But you seem to overlook the fact of what happens when you mess with a lionesses' 'pride'. Whoever is the unfortunate dolt to mess with it...gets chewed to pieces quite nonchalantly, easily, and quite happily. *At this, Synthy bears her teeth in a grim smile.*
Volt: *frowns* I suppose you would have a point, IF you went up against a more powerful contender such as myself and clearly won. On the other hand...
You did prove your worth, both of you.
Terina: Why, I'm so amazed you are actually--
*The door swings open, and walking in are Jimmy Thunder, Jason Jupiter, Jack Jupiter, and the Midnight Mystery.*
Thunder: Hey, babe! How's it going with your ladyfriend here and this...*looks at Volt*...mountain of a man?
Synthy: Yo, why is the testosterone level so damn high now? *she raises an eyebrow, visible over Joe's ex-sunglasses* And Volti, as much as I 'appreciate' being told I proved my worth, that still doesn't let you off the hook for calling us the weaker sex. Call me a feminist if you will, but what you said still has the very blood in my veins boiling. *She looks over at the Midnight Mystery* ....What's with the ogre?
Mystery: BRAAAAAAZAZAJALFUUUUUU~!
Jason: The Mystery is a powerhouse. Not very bright, nor is he impressive at first glance, but it is a deceiving sight.
Voltigeur: Did you say ogre? Behold my might, foul demon! Cringe before me!
*Voltigeur and the Midnight Mystery stare each other down.*
Terina: Excuse me, Synthy. It looks as if I may be needed...
Synthy: *waves her off* No problem, chikadee. I'm going to head out anyway. I have some issues I need to go figure it out. *She looks at the men whom've only recently entered* Take care..and yeah...ya may wanna tame the beast that is that chauvinistic dork, and cage that....ogre, up. See ya 'round Terina. It's been interesting. *Synthy passes the mass of wrestlers, wavs one last time at Terina, passes the crowd and heads outside. Her drink in her hand and her sunglasses on her face, no one can really tell what she's thinking.*
Volt: I will defeat you, creton!
Mystery: AGH!
Volt: AGH!
Mystery: AGH!
Jason: Enough!
Thunder: Guys, let's get out of here...and let's leave the unarmed knight out of this.
Volt: You will RUE this day, man of Thunder!
Thunder: Yeah...so you ready to go, Terina?
Terina: Yeah, let me pay the guy.
*Terina goes up to the register.*
Mystery: BRAGH!
Volt: AGH!
Mystery: BRAGH!
Volt: AGH!
Jason: THAT'S IT! I'm outta here! Come on guys, I've had it. Mystery, let's go!
*Jack, Jimmy and the Mystery follow Jason, who leave the coffeeshop. Voltigeur sits down at the counter, and Terina leaves the register, walks halfway through the door before stopping suddenly. The camera zooms in on her as she drops her sunglasses, flashes a grin, and leaves the view, shutting the door. The camera fades out.*
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Post by liontamer12 on Apr 19, 2007 22:57:19 GMT -5
*The camera fades in to a small, relatively dark, Catholic Church. Some soft organ music can be heard as the camera stops on what seems to be a very large man in a brown robe with his hood up. John "The Lion" Valentine enters the church, blesses himself with holy water, genuflects, and kneels in prayer next to the large figure.*
JV(John "The Lion" Valentine): "What's that horrible smell?" *He mutters quietly to himself.*
Priest: *At the pulpit* Today, we celebrate the most holy Eucharist in honor of those who are fighting over in Iraq. Friar Ferguson, would you please help distribute the host?
Figure (Friar Ferguson): *lowers his hood showing a bald head and black goatee and nods to the Priest*
JV: "Holy crap...it can't be..." *Valentine thinks.*
*Friar Ferguson begins to distribute holy communion to all parishioners present. Soon, John steps up to recieve...*
Friar Ferguson: *showing the host and giving Valentine an angry face of sorts.* The body of Christ...
JV: Amen. *John receives the host, awkwardly, and consumes it, crossing himself. He returns to the Pu to kneel and when the host is returned into the tabernacle he sits as Friar Ferguson sits next to him.*
Friar Ferguson: You're going down tonight, Valentine. *He whispers to John.*
JV: We're in Church, man! *He whispers.*
Friar Ferguson: WHAT?! *He stands up, removes his robe, revealing a 410 lbs. man in a tan single holding a bucket of KFC* NOBODY TALKS TO THE BOOGER THAT WAY!!
Priest: Uh, Brother, please sit....remember what you said in confession? *Rather urgently.*
Bastion Booger (Friar Ferguson): NO, FATHER! HIM! TONIGHT! *Pointing at Valentine.*
JV: Is that original or crispy-
Booger: GRAHHHH! *Booger grabs Valentine's head and drills it into the Pu in front of him, knocking him out.*
Priest: Booger!
Booger: Carries Valentine out of the church door, knocking over a holy water font and drags him all the way to the arena.
*Camera pans from the crowd to the stage when Bastion Booger's music hits. He carries Valentine to the ring.*
JR: I don't think, King, in all my almost thirty years in wrestling, have I ever seen a fight happen in a church!
King: I think you're right JR, I hope they beat the HOLY hell out of each other!
*Booger throws Valentine into the ring and enters it himself. The bell sounds*
JR: Well, we are officially under way here, Ladies and Gentleman...and what and Odd start for this match up.
*Booger begins to stomp Valentine's limp body.*
JR: This just seems unfair. A 410 pound man just destroying an almost knocked-out, Jr. Heavyweight!
*Booger kicks Valentine, rolling him on his back and sets up to sit on Valentine's face.*
King: Oh no! It can't end like this!
*Booger, with visible skid marks on his rear, falls down, ass first onto Valentines Face. Faint twitches reverberate throughout Valentine's body ans the referee counts...
ONE!....
TWO!.......
THREE!
*The referee calls for the bell. Booger refuses to stand up, so the Ref raises Booger's hand while he's sitting. All the while Valentine twitches under the massive, stinky ass of the Booger.*
JR: My God! What a travesty!
King: we didn't even get to see this new kid in action!
JR: Who's that coming from the crowd?
*Rikishi Fatu, Samu, Tama, The Barbarian and Luna emerge from the crowd and go over the barricade and into the ring.*
JR: Oh no, it's the Headshrinkers with Luna, why the hell are they here?
King: I don't know but with Luna here I don't mind! Look! She's a man with Puppies! HARHAR!
*The Headshrinkers raise Booger's arm and all, in sequence, spit on Valentine.*
JR: Just look at the disrespect, the contempt for this new addition to the EWT roster. I am utterly disgusted.
King: I really hope this isn't the last time we see Booger and Valentine in competition!
*All of the Headshrinkers, Luna and Booger, raise their hands toward the camera and the camera fades out.*
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Post by The Line on Apr 19, 2007 23:14:32 GMT -5
The Dragur vs. The Cidal Squad
The lights go down, and “We Die Young” by Alice and Chains plays over the PA system. As the lights come up, Corpse and Wraith come down to the ring, accompanied by the other Dragur members, Ghostface and Karma.
Ring Announcer: Making their way to the ring, being accompanied by fellow Dragur members Ghostface and Karma, Corpse and Wraith, THE DRAGUR!
The lighting turns to a deep shade of red, and “No Quarter” by Led Zepplin plays. Ragnal, Doe, and Duke rise up from the stage, a la Grangel, but without the fire.
Ring Announcer: Making their way to the ring area, being accompanied by Cidal Squad Captain “Insecticidal” Andy Duke, “Sinnercidal” Jonathan Doe, and the EWT World Heavyweight Champion, “Elementalcidal” Mike Ragnal, the CIDAL SQUAD!
Joey Styles: Hello wrestling fans, and welcome to EWT on TNN! I am Joey Styles, and this is a match where I don’t envy the referee at all.
All 7 men are in the ring, and the referee tries to make this into a normal 2-on-2 tag match, but that is proving to be easier said than done. Finally, senior official Pat Flanagan is able to get just 2 men in the ring. Doe and Corpse will start this one out.
Both men lock up in the ring, and Doe gets the upper-hand, tossing Corpse into the corner. He comes up looking for a corner-charge, but Corpse lifts up a boot, and connects. Doe is staggering around in the ring, and Corpse hits him with a bulldog. Corpse tags out to Wraith.
Styles: Crap-a-Mania IV is just around the corner, and unless you’ve been living under a rock, you know that Mike has the 3-way table “remember the name” match, where he will try to defend his prized EWT World Heavyweight Title. And Doe, along with Duke, will involved in that TLC Gauntlet, where they will not only try to capture the Tag Belts, but win their first PPV matches. OOH that had to hurt.
As Wraith comes in, he hits Doe with a vicious implant DDT. The Dragur may have just beat the Cidal Squad in a very short amount of time. Wraith goes for the pin.
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Both men are able to get to their feet, and able to make tags. Ragnal comes in and is a house of fire. He knocks down Corpse with a stiff punch, picks him up and knocks him down again with another stiff punch. The world champ cleaning house. He throws Wraith over the top rope, and Wraith hits his head very awkwardly on the ground. He may be knocked out.
As the other two members of Dragur are attending to Wraith, Ragnal tags out to Doe. Doe picks up Corpse in a power bomb position, and Ragnal springboards off the ropes and hits an Enziguri, and Doe finishes off with a sit-out power bomb!
Styles: OH MY GOD! What an amazing double team manuever. If Doe is able to be that dominant at Crap-a-mania, we’ve got new tag champs, and I doubt Mike will lose the belt, if he shows off some of that skill.
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Ring Announcer: Here are your winners, The CIDAL SQUAD!
Duke, Doe, and Ragnal leave before the other members of Dragur come into the ring
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Ragnal
Game Genie
Yanno what they say: All toasters toast El Dandy
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Post by Ragnal on Apr 20, 2007 10:31:49 GMT -5
*”High Voltage (WTC Remix)” by Linkin Park plays as Mike Ragnal, wearing the World title around his waist, walks out to a sea of despising fans, Andy Duke and Johnathan Doe following behind. As Mike slides into the ring, he takes the mic from Lillian before she can say anything.*
MIKE: Tonight, I face a man who since the beginning, has been a pain in my family’s ass! None other than this “king”, Ultimo Chocula! First, my brother Joe took him on in the first ever FUN House match at Crapamania 2. And during our tag title run, Chocula and his virgin buddy Billy Ubermakr won the belts from us. And now…now this. Chocula has one shot at my World title, and that shot is nothing more than a stepping stone on the Road to Crapamania! Because that’s where my challenge is! I take on Mike Corral and Joe One in the first ever “Remember the Name” Tables Match!
Now, for those wondering just what this match is, I’ll explain it slowly and carefully for you.
There will be tables, of course. However, the announce table aside, there will only be THREE tables through the entire match! And each of those tables…will have a name on it.
*Johnathan Doe slides into the ring, bringing along a wooden table with “RAGNAL” carved into it.*
MIKE: The rules are simple. The first man to put their opponent through their table wins the match, and the World Heavyweight Championship! However, the man the puts their opponent through their own table, OR a table not belonging to them…THEY win the match, AND the World Heavyweight Championship! And Chocula…tonight, you’re going to be an example of what this match is all about. Because you’re going to feel the SHOCK!
*Mike tosses the mic outside the ring, and “Stripsearch” by Faith No More plays as Chocula, in his King Choculon attire, walks out, followed by Daryl Dragon, PsyToni Tenille, and Voltiguer. Apparently it’s gonna be Ultimo Dragon +1 tonight. Choculon takes off his cape and crown as he reaches the ring, and slides in. Mike charges right at the King, but Chocula’s quick to hit him with a Crowning Achievement. Chocula stomps at Ragnal and then hits a standing moonsault. Chocula goes to pin.*
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*Ragnal gets his shoulder up. Chocula picks Mike up for a suplex, but Mike slides out behind and attempts to put Chocula into a Shock to the System. As Mike tries to get Chocula’s arm into the Half Nelson required, Chocula elbows Mike until he releases the hammerlock. Chocula turns to Mike and nails him with a double arm DDT. Chocula goes to pin.*
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*Mike gets his shoulder up again. Chocula picks Mike up again and whips him into a corner. Chocula charges at Mike, but Mike is quick to lift his Chuck Taylors and kick Chocula in the face. Chocula staggers back, while Mike jumps onto the second turnbuckle, and leaps off with a hurracanrana! Mike goes to pin.*
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*Chocula kicks out. Mike gets to his feet and stomps at Chocula, and then runs the ropes, leaping off for a Lionsault. Chocula rolls out of the way, and Mike lands on his feet. Chocula leaps at Ragnal and hits with a flying forearm. Chocula gets to his feet and hits a quick legdrop onto the World champion, and goes to pin.*
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Ragnal kicks out. Chocula picks Mike up and whips him into the ropes, and follows up with a dropkick, sending him to the outside. As Voltiguer and Daryl approach Ragnal, Duke and Doe also come up to make sure Ultimo Dragon +1 doesn’t try anything. While Ragnal gets to his feet, out comes Chocula with a CANNONBALL RUSH! Both men are now down, and the teams approach to make sure nobody pulls anything silly. Mike and Chocula then stand to their feet, and punch one another outside the ring. Ragnal then whips Chocula into the barricade, and before he can make another move, he looks over to Duke and Doe, and nods at them. They both nod back, and without warning, rush over to Voltiguer and Dragon, and start to beat them down. Mike, meanwhile, grabs his table, and sets it up close to Chocula. He picks Chocula up onto his shoulders…spins him around…RAGNALROK THROUGH THE TABLE! The ref starts to ring the bell!
LILLIAN: Ladies and gentlemen…your winner by disqualification…Ultimo Chocula!
*Mike heads over to Lillian and grabs the mic from her.*
MIKE: Disqualification? You think that’s a DQ?! When May 6th comes around, that’s not going to be a DQ, that’s going to be MY victory!
*With that, Ragnal storms off with the World title, while Duke and Doe follow behind, as Ultimo Dragon+1 checks on Chocula.*
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Smarky
Mike the Goon
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Post by Smarky on Apr 21, 2007 0:30:31 GMT -5
[Joe One is relaxing inside of his office along with the rest of Minipax. A loud urgent knocking that quickly turns into the rhythm of Funkytown begins. Joe One motions to Chris Indigo, who quickly moves to open the door, revealing Smarky.] Smarky: [Steps through the doorway and begins pumping Indigo's hand] Thanks man, thought I was gonna be out there forever. [Looks around room and his vision settles on Joe One] So you're Mr. One right? Joe: [Nods] Yes. Smarky: Well let me be the first person to introduce myself. The name's Smarky. [Smarky grabs Joe's hand and pumps it vigorously. Joe pulls his hand away in disgust] Smarky: Handshakes aren't for you eh? I understand. My uncle had Obsessive Compulsive disorder, see. Couldn't shake hands. Or touch anything with his hands. Poor guy. But I digress. I've just joined EWT and I've been paying attention to your cool little...group you got going on here. I'm really digging it actually. So I was just wondering if you were accepting membership applications. Joe: I don't think you understand the concept of Minipax. We are a group dedicated to the total takeover of EWT, and remake it in an image that BB would see fit. Smarky: Who's BB? Joe: He is- Smarky: Is it Brian Blair? Joe: No. Smarky: Billy Boyd? Joe: No. Smarky: Bam Bam? Joe: NO! Smarky: Sorry. Joe: As I was saying, you must demonstrate to us your loyalty to us and BB before you can join us. Smarky: Brian Boitano? Joe: Shut up. Smarky: Kidding man. Lighten up. And no problem with the demonstration of loyalty or whatever. If you got something lined up, gimme a call, alrighty? Just in case, I nailed my cell number onto your door in case you didn't answer. So I'll hit the ol' dusty trail about now. [Smarky exits the room, while humming Hungry Like the Wolf]
Joe: He's going to need some work...
[All nod]
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