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Post by Virus aka Captain No-Nuts on Mar 7, 2007 3:17:45 GMT -5
(We fade to the Infectious Diseases ward from the last video of the medical campus.)Worried Scientist #1: This is not good... a specimen this dangerous out in the wild?! Professor: What I want to know is, how in the world did it happen? Who could have stolen this sample?! Worried Scientist #2: I don't know... but let's not get caught up in the "how" and the "why"s right now... remember, gentlemen, we're dealing with a virus with a VERY high fatality rate, and one that has mutated to adapt to every antibiotic and drug we've tried to throw at it! Professor: Right you are, right you are... Even a sample that small... if it's put into the right conditions... within a week, maybe even less, half the continent could be infected! (The audio fades out as the three scientists continue to try and figure out what happened and how to take care of this emergency. After a few seconds of what looks to be heated discussion, words appear across the bottom of the screen, as if they're being typed...)OUTBREAK EXPECTED IN: 5 DAYS
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Post by brokenrose on Mar 7, 2007 6:02:36 GMT -5
*The camera zooms over the EWT crowd.* * "Bomb Fall" by Dale Oliver begins to play. * *From out of the curtain, Spike Dudley Brother Runt walks from the back. He looks to be glad to be actually working in a match, considering all he's had lately is stupid storyline crap and little ring action. He high fives a few crowd members before entering the ring.* Finkel: Currently in the ring... From Dudleyville, New York City... Brothe.... Screw that... Little Spike DUDLEY! *The crowd pops at his real ring name being used to describe him and he openly is thankful for Finkel to express himself the way he did. His music ends and he waits for his opponent. All eyes look to the ramp.* Finkel: And his opponent... * “Rose” by Anna Tsuchiya plays. * *The crowd erupts in cheers for one of the only female wrestlers in EWT. They eye the aisle for the Broken Rose of EWT to walk down it, but are surprised to see that she is walking through the crowd in a pathway to the ring. She gives high fives to fans as she makes her way down to the ring. A drunken male fan goes to grope her but a swift kick to his face prevents him. As he falls like a lead balloon, the crowd around her pops even more than the loud mouth ass has been dispatched.* Finkel: Now residing in Osaka, Japan... Weighting in at 142 lbs.... BR Juri Sadamoto! *She hops over the barricade and rolls into the ring, then proceeds to do her little routine of stretching her arms behind her back. Her music ends.* Tenay: Hello everyone, I'm Mike Tenay! West: AND I'M DON WEST! Tenay: We would like to welcome you to EWT and to say that your ten minute adrenalin rush starts now! West: DON'T YOU MEAN FIVE MINUTES OR LESS?! Tenay: No, EWT has a good balance of storyline and ring action West: YOU'VE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME!!!!!! Tenay: And they even have wrestling females! *Both laugh hard at the thought of actual female wrestlers.* Tenay: Yes, well... Let's get to the match. *The referee rings the bell. BR gives Spike the ole once over, as she is not used to fighting guys that are basically her size. But she gives no slack as they both lock up in the center of the ring. They remain tightly locked up, until Spike pushes Juri to the ground. She rolls with in and pops back up to lock up with Spike. This time, she pushes Spike to the ground. He rolls with it and just before he stands, she cocks him with a Dropkick right into the stomach. She picks him up and Rose Whips him across the ring. As he bounces back she goes for a hard Chop but he ducks, bounces back off the ropes, and instinctively hits a Battering Ram into her stomach. Her knees giving out underneath her as she grips her abdomen. Spike spares no time in locking a Headlock on Juri, to keep her in check. As he tries to grind it in hard, she makes it to her feet and tries something that normally wouldn't work for her... She lifts Spike high in the air and slams him hard to the mat in a Back Suplex. The crowd pops for a rare show of strength by Juri.* Tenay: ...What will happen at TNA's Need For Money, where two former WWE midcarders will fight for our main title. West: THAT SUPLEX WAS- Tenay: And then what will happen at the Kevin Nash X-Division Knitting Contest? Will Dutt jump a stitch? Will THE Austin Starr make a really really flamboyant scarf? *Juri quickly locks in a Triangle Lock on Spike, applying pressure on the head and shoulder area. Once she feels that this has been long enough, lift's Spike to his feet, then stands behind him and lifts him up into her Beg For Mercy. Spike struggles as he is being held in the air by his arms. Perhaps out of the strain of holding Spike high in the air for awhile, she drops him to fall on his face. As he grips his face, she readies her Rose Red maneuver. Spike ducks and kicks her other leg out from underneath her. She falls in a heap and he quickly jumps on to lock in a Side Headlock while punching Juri's face constantly. In a desperate attempt to free herself, Juri smashes her right knee repeatedly into Spike's back which forces him to release his hold. Spike quickly makes it to his feet and stomps on Juri's face a few times. He then lifts her up and locks in the beginning stages of his Acid Drop. But before he can reach the turnbuckle, Juri pushes him into the turnbuckle. As he leans against the turnbuckle, Juri runs up his his body to complete her Rose White maneuver. LSD falls to the mat.* West: WHAT A MAN- Tenay: Yes Don, Juri is good... For a walking part of boobs. Not even big ones at that. West: OH BURN! *Juri quickly hops to the top rope and points up. The crowd looks to be amped as they known just what is coming... Spike slowly pulls himself up and turns just as Juri slams her knees hard into his face, thus completing her TIMFA.* West: SENSHE JUST HIT THE TIMFA, RIGHT IN THE FAAAAAAACCCCCCCEEEE! *She covers Spike lazily, yawning as the referee begins to count.* 1! 2! 3! *As her music plays, she calls for a mic. And she gets it.* Sadamoto: Cut my music! Tenay: She just asked to have her music to be cut! Sadamoto: I could come out here and complain about how I lost my match at March 4th. I could even have a rant over the fact that Toom E. can't even get my name right. But I won't. Tenay: Did you hear that, she's not going to complain about her loss. West: YOU'VE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME!!!! Sadamoto: However, I still am not done with you Terina. Tenay: She says she's not done with Terina! *Juri rolls out of the ring and stands near the announcers' booth.* Sadamoto: Terina, you have proven to me that you are a decent wrestler. But will you be able to survive on your own, without any help? Tenay: Will sh- *Juri rocks Tenay hard with a Crescent Kick to the face. The crowd pops for this as well.* Sadamoto: *slight giggle* Sorry, but I couldn't get a word in edgewise. *Don West remains silent.* Sadamoto: And since you made the last challenge, I feel that it is my time to call you out... Terina, at Dead Man Walking... I want you in a Submission match. Just so I can hear you scream again as you tap out. *Her music starts up as she drops the mic and leaves via the barricade.*
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Post by Deleted on Mar 7, 2007 7:50:46 GMT -5
*Not too long later, the camera cuts to the stage, facing it from somewhere in the audience.*
Finkel: The following contest is a TAG TEAM MATCH, and is scheduled for ONE fall! Introducing first...
*The lights go out. They are suddenly replaced by flashing strobes and multicolor lights as "Different World" blasts over the speakers and the Jaguar rolls onto the stage, followed by a wave of boos lasting throughout the entrance. It is TJT. While Terina is dressed for managing, Jason and Jim are in their wrestling outfits, the trio with their usual accessories.*
Finkel: Being accompanied by Terina, from San Diego, California, at a total combined weight of 456 pounds, T.........J.........T!
*The trio makes their way to the ring, Thunder and Jupiter doing flagrantly insulting the crowd, recieving even more boos. Upon reaching the ring itself, Thunder and Jupiter go to opposite sides, strike a few poses, and slide into the ring with perfect synchronization. Terina hops onto the apron on a sitting position, lifiting both arms into the air. Thunder and Jupiter both lean over and grab a hand, pulling her up and opening up the gap between the top and middle ropes to help her get in. The two men strut about the ring, climbing to the turnbuckles, posing and insulting the crowd even more. They take off their entrance gear and give it to the referee, who gingerly places it on a chair near the timekeeper's table. The lights resume to normal, and the music dies down, Terina exiting the ring and standing outside.*
Finkel: And their opponents...
*With the pyro exploding as their music begins to play, Bubba Ray and Devon emege out onto the stage, recieving a decent pop on their way down to the ring. They don't take it slow, seeming eager for competition. The two of them slide into the ring, met by an attack from Thunder and Jupiter. The match is under way!*
*Thunder goes after Bubba, the two having a very back and forth fist fight, while Jupiter attempts to outmanuever Devon. He manages to get behind him, and dropkicks him in the back of the knees, taking him down. The ref tells Bubba Ray and Jimmy to go to their corners, which they refuse t do. Thunder dropkicks the once-stuttering Dudley out of the ring. Upon tossing out Bubba Ray, Jupiter hotshots Devon onto the top ropes, and Thunder rushes with incredible speed from the opposite side of the ring at Devon, launching his knee into the spine of the darke Dudley to complete the Ball Lightning manuever. Immediately afterwards, Jim retreats to TJT's corner, standing on the apron next to Terina.*
*Before and after the , Jupiter has been working on the leg of Devon, deathlocking it and knee dropping it when he can. With Devon down, Jupiter goes for the 10 Stomps of Pain.*
BAM! *One to the left leg.* BAM! *One to the right.* BAM! *One to the left.* BAM! *One to the right.* BAM! *One to the left.* BAM! *One to the right.* BAM! *One to the left.* BAM! *One to the right.* BAM! *One to the left.* BAM! *One to the right.*
*Jupiter grabs Devon by the head, and drags him over to Thunder, however, Devon gives Jason a few big punches to the breadbasket and snapmares him down to the mat. Jupiter rolls through, using his agility, and notices Devon going for the tag. He grabs Devon by the leg, and begins to drg him back to Jimmy Thunder, but this time, Devon cocks his legs back and pushes forward, kicking Jupiter into the corner. Thunder's eyes dart around, and he makes a blind tag into the ring. Meanwhile, Devon has managed to get over to Bubba Ray, and makes the tag.*
*Bubba rushes, whipping Thunder into the ropes and back body dropping him. Jupiter runs in, only to be tossed back out over the top rope and onto the floor. As Terina helps him up, Thunder is in the ring by himself. Devon climbs back in, and he and Bubba Ray attack Thunder. He is overwhelmed by them after a bit and gets knocked down to the mat from their punches. Bubba grabs Thunder's legs and spreads them apart, and Devon climbs the turnbuckle.*
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAZZZZUUUUUUUUUP!
*Devon is about to go for the headbutt, but Jason hops up on the apron, running across, and takes Devon out with leaping lariat, knocking him off the turnbuckle. Jupiter takes his place, and before Bubba Ray can take him out, lands a torpedo dropkick! He rolls back outside, going to his corner, and Thunder makes the tag. The two of them advance towards the downed Dudley and pick him up. Thunder hoists him up in the crucifix powerbomb position, Jupiter stands ready for the inverted cutter. Instantly, they hit Thunder has Struck on Jupiter, and Jim rolls out of the ring. Jupiter makes the cover.*
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Finkel: Here are your winners...T.........J.........T!
*"Different World" plays over the speakers again as the crowd's boos become loud again. Thunder tosses Devon over the barricade, and the victorious team exits from the area around the ring and proudly makes their way back up the stage, the camera fading out.*
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Post by pta on Mar 7, 2007 17:56:52 GMT -5
We slowly fade in to a view in the back, as a pair of men walk down the hallway, seeming to be looking for a certain area in the back. As the camera pans up, it's revealed to be Principal Pain and Tutor Tyreese, Pain looking much more comfortable then his friend in this area though it seems.
Tyreese: So... what de hell are you doing here again? And why'd ya bring me along?
Pain says nothing, simply walking up to a nearby door and knocking on it, then glancing over at his friend.
Pain: Tyreese... when you've been around as long as I, you learn how to deal with pests. Sometimes you know that with an annoying weed, you must find something... or someone to yank it out from the roots. Make sure it never grows any further, thus preventing it from growing any more of a threat.
Tyreese: Hmmm... I'm guessin you're not talking about gardenin tips though huh?
Pain chuckles a bit to himself.
Pain: My dear friend, I'd say that was obvious. Now silence yourself... I have business to conduct.
The principal swings the door open, as he enters the badly lit room, arms folded behind his back now, Tyreese silently tagging along, then spotting two rather familiar looking men.
Tyreese: You twisted genius... I love it. Only you would tink of using sometin so brutal.
Pain: Of course I would, I've dealt with annoyances many times.
The principal walks up, looking right up at Mr Big and Mr Bad, not that intimidated by them. Mr. Big looks down at Principal Pain with sheer indifference whilst Mr. Bad mumbles something to Big before returning to the jar he is holding. Tyreese chooses to stay back though, as he simply watches.
Pain: So... you're Mr Bad... the apparent force that was driving Mr Big a bit insane. Pleasure to meet you...
Mr. Bad looks up from his jar at the outstretched hand that Principal Pain has put forth, he looks it over and then lunges forward as if to take a bite out of it. Principal Pain quickly takes his hand back as Bad's teeth find nothing but air. Mr. Big smiles and folds his arms. Mr. Bad opens the jar which appears to be filled with pickled eggs. He proceeds to stab into the jar with a skewer repeatedly.
PAIN: What is he doing?
MR. BIG: Training session for our next match, he wants to make sure he gets an eye for an eye.
Mr. Bad suddenly shrieks with satisfaction as he stabs one through the middle with his skewer. He pulls it out and then eats it, his poorly maintained teeth crushing the juices for all to see. Tyreese looks horrified as Pain remains calm and collected.
MR. BIG: What do you want Pain?
MR. BAD (A deep raspy gurgling voice): Pain ... he wants Pain Big ... give it to him ... give him what he wants! .. Rha ha ha ...
Mr. Bad licks his lips and takes a step forward, sweat drips from his bulbous round mass. Mr. Big puts a massive arm out to hold Bad back.
PAIN: Hmmm... I have a bit of a proposal for you. There's a rather aggravating problem I'm having with someone on the EWT Roster. I believe you've seen them ...
MR. BIG: and who would that be?
Pain is about to answer that question but Mr. Bad pulls Mr. Big down to his level so he can mumble to him.
MR. BIG: Raftshack? Those two loons who walk backwards wearing mistletoe on there chest chanting 'Kiss my Fruitbat'?
Mr. Bad just nods, and bites his tongue, blood trickles from his mouth.
PAIN: I bet you too would like to have erased that image from your memory. And of course, that's why I come to you. You both seem to enjoy love making people suffer ... and that's exactly what I need.
MR. BAD (A deep raspy gurgling voice): You see I told you ... he wants to suffer .. he needs to suffer ... he wants pain ... Why else would he be a Principal of it! ... hurt him now Big .. hurt him now!! .. Destroy!!
Big is clearly on the verge of going over the edge again whilst Mr. Bad needs no excuse. Principal Pain realizing this could get very nasty quickly tries to wrap up the deal
PAIN: No I meant Raftshack ...
Mr. Big tries to shake away the cobwebs of Mr. Bads words and regain his focus on Principal Pain.
MR. BIG: We'll take out Raftshack for you Pain.
PAIN: Good.
Principal Pain is about to leave with Tyreese when Mr. Big puts a hand on there shoulders and leans down between them his head like a huge boulder next to mere rocks.
MR.BIG: But only because myself and Bad want to Pain ... not because you asked us ... don't think of this as an alliance, think of it more as ...
MR. BAD (A deep raspy gurgling voice form the background): a temporary safeguard against us ...
Mr. Big lets them go and they leave, in the background Mr. Bad smashes the jar across his arm cutting himself in several places. He waddles up quickly to Mr. Big and begins to mumble in his ear again. Mr. Big gives us a menacing smile as Mr. Bad continues to whisper
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Post by Ultimo Chocula on Mar 7, 2007 18:03:07 GMT -5
The Fink: "The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first..."
("Keep On Liftin" comes on and Ratings appears from the back holding his right arm up and smiling, although he's getting booed by the crowd. He swaggers down the aisle as he's being introduced.)
The Fink: "From Palm Springs California and weighing in at 221lbs! He is the Palm Springs Playboy................RATINGS!"
(Ratings slowly walks up the ring steps and poses on the apron for the fans, who no likey one bit. He enters the ring and takes a tour around the ring to rub it in the fan's faces. He's like that. Suddenly "Stripsearch" comes on and the smile from Ratings face goes away and he gets very very surly.)
The Fink: "And his opponent, from Portland Oregon, weighing in at 232lbs............(to a nearby official).....do I really have to read this? Ok........(back on the stick)............he became the first ever EWT royalty by throwing Ratings over the top rope..............KING ULTIMO CHOCULA!"
(Needless to say that last comment gets a rise out of Ratings, who stomps over to The Fink and threatens to pop him one. Fink tries to calm him down, saying that's what he's told to read, and Ratings grabs the card and rips it to shreds. UC comes out from the back to a big cheer but he's looking pretty wrecked from last Sunday. His ribs are wrapped up, his back is covered in scars, and he's still sporting a big shiner. He's limping his way down the ramp but doesn't appear to care that he's going into the match hurt. He enters the ring and spins around for the crowd to cheer their marky little hearts out and he goes over to his corner and removes his cape and crown. The bell rings and we're off.
The two men meet up in the center of the ring, UC grinning at his joke while Ratings is red hot. Ratings shoves his finger into UC's chest and reads him the riot act, telling UC that he's not one to mess with. Ratings keeps ranting and poking when suddenly UC grabs Ratings by the back of the head, runs over to the ropes, and tosses him right out, just like in the Rumble. Ratings hits the deck and immediately gets up and is raving pissed off while UC is in the ring laughing his head off. Ratings slides back into the ring and pelts UC in the mug. He ain't laughin' no more. Ratings clubs UC across the back with a forearm and sends him into the ropes for a clothesline but UC ducks it and blasts Ratings with a flying forearm on the rebound. Ratings quickly uses the ropes to get back up and turns around just to get dropkicked up and over the top rope again, landing on the floor. UC points and laughs at Ratings again, while the Playboy pounds the floor in frustration and slides back into the ring. Ratings gives UC an elbow to the chest and gets him in a side head lock. UC shoves Ratings off and drops down, but Ratings stops his momentum and hits UC with an elbow drop. Ratings pelts UC in the head a few times to keep him groggy and points to the ropes. He grabs UC by the head and throws him up and over and turns around to celebrate. What Ratings doesn't know, of course, is that UC landed on his feet on the ring apron. UC yells out "Hey, Laughing Boy!" and Ratings turns around to see UC on the apron waving at him. Ratings charges to shove him off but UC ducks down and grabs the top rope so Ratings flies over and lands, once again, on the floor below. UC calmly steps back into the ring and leads the crowd in a rousing chorus of "For He's A Jolly Good Fellow". Ratings, super dee dooper pissed now, stomps around ringside telling the fans to shut up, putting his hands to his ears, and looking none too pleased that he keeps getting tossed over the top rope. Ratings is giving a fan the business but what he doesn't know is that UC has hit the ropes and sending himself over the top. UC splats Rating with the Cannonball Run and the crowd goes "YAY!" UC is up first, although he's paying for it, and throws Ratings into the ring and goes for a cover.
1............. 2...............
Kickout. UC sends Ratings into the ropes but Ratings suddenly dropkicks UC in the leg, sending him down. UC staggers up but Ratings is already on top of him and hits UC with a backbreaker, making UC's injury worse. UC lays on the mat as Ratings stomps on the back, weakening the spine, and drives the knee into it. Ratings covers.
1.......... 2.............
Kickout. Ratings gives UC a snap suplex and follows it up by pulling UC up in the seated position and kicking him in the back. UC struggles to a standing position and Ratings hits the ropes, blasting him in the back with a diving shoulder block. Ratings covers again.
1.............. 2..................
Kickout. Ratings picks UC up and gives him a Bret Hart style backbreaker, holds on, gives him another one, holds on still, and gives him a third, then keeps UC draped over his knee and pushes down on his head and legs. UC is bent backwards over Ratings knee and the ref is in position to see if he wants to give it up. UC struggles but he's too weakened to fight out of it. After a minute or so Ratings shoves him off his knee. Ratings applies the Texas Cloverleaf and pulls down hard on it. UC still won't give up but he's not looking to good. Finally UC makes movement toward the ropes. He tries to pull himself over as Ratings still won't let go of the hold. UC is about five inches away when suddenly Ratings lets go of the Cloverleaf and hits UC with a back suplex. He covers.
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Kickout. Ratings sets UC up for the Ego Trip but suddenly UC reverses into a small package.
1.................. 2...................
Kickout. Ratings is up immediately and boots UC in the back. Ratings sends UC hard into the turnbuckles and charges but UC gets out of the way and Ratings crashes hard into the buckles. Ratings staggers out and he's met with a Super Kick from UC and both men hit the mat. Ratings tries to shake the cobwebs out while UC is still nursing a bad back. Both men get up and UC is on the attack first with a series of fists to the head, sends Ratings into the ropes and takes him out with a Spinning Heel Kick followed by a quick leg drop. UC hits Ratings with a Dragon Suplex and tries for the win.
1................. 2....................
No! Kickout by Ratings.................
Ultimo lifts Ratings up to his feet and smashes him face-first into the top turnbuckle in the top high right corner. With Ratings dazed, Chocula connects with two knife-edge chops to the chest before Irish whipping him to the bottom left corner. Ratings hits the turnbuckles back first and staggers to the center of the ring where Chocula hits him with a flying forearm. Ratings lays motionless while UC connects with a standing moonsault and goes for the pin.
1................. 2....................
Almost a three but Ratings kicks out again. UC decides to end this quickly as he drags Ratings up and prepares to go for the Sugar Fix. But before he can lift Ratings, his opponent breaks free and goes for an Irish whip to the ropes, which is countered by UC. Ratings does the springboard handspring ala Tajiri and hits UC with the Pele kick! UC is out on his back and Ratings backflips into the bottom left corner, posed as waits for UC to get to his feet. A dazed UC does so and Ratings charges forward to hit the Finale. But as he reaches him, UC counters with a crucifix pin.
1................. 2.................... 3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
“Here is your winner……… ULTIMO CHOCULA!!!”
UC rolls out of the ring where the ref meets him to raise his arm in victory, while Ratings tries to figure out what just happened. The crowd cheers while “Stripsearch” begins to play and Chocula high fives the fans while heading back up to the entrance ramp. Lying on the ground with his back against the bottom turnbuckle in the lower right corner, a disappointed and fatigued Ratings demands for a microphone. One receiving one, he waits for the music to fade to silence.
Ratings: (panting into the microphone) “Spaz… You said it would take 5 men to take you down… Well, guess what? It is time for you to put your money where your mouth is. You see, I’m challenging you to a match… at Dead Man Walking… but this match won’t be one-on-one… it’ll be five-on-five. That’s right Spaz… You round up yourself a posse while I gather my own legion and prepare for battle. Team Spaz… versus Team Ratings… 10-Man Tag Elimination Match. And at Dead Man Walking you will you and your group will fall and Team RATINGS… will… rise.”
“Keep On Liftin’” Begins to play as Ratings drops the microphone and heads to the back.
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Post by Ass Dan on Mar 7, 2007 19:24:09 GMT -5
The sounds of Klepacki's 'Hell March' plays as the crowd boos the undefeated One. A couple of smarks cheer him, though.
WE WANT WAR! WAKE UP!
Announcer: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from Airstrip One, weighing in at 234 lbs., Joe One!
The crowd gives a 98% strong boo to One.
Announcer: And, already in the ring, from Los Angeles, California, weighing in at 267 lbs., "The Masterpiece", Chris Masters!
The crowd gives pity aplause to Masters as One scales the ropes to enter the ring. The referree checks both men and calls for the bell.
*ding ding ding*
One and Masters quickly lock up. They grapple for a few moments before One curls up and gives Masters a monkey flip. Almost as soon as Masters gets up, One hits a missle dropkick on him. As Masters gets up a second time, One locks in the Sleeper Hold, which causes Masters to tap like he's in a chinlock.
*ding ding ding*
Announcer: Here is your winner...
Joe One snatches the microphone.
One: You call this a contest? Ever since I came to the EWT, I've got nothing to show for it. I still have to face nobodys like Mr. Masters here. I talked with Mr. Bischoff, and he says that I haven't made an 'impact' yet. Well, at Dead Man Walking, I want to make an impact. Mr. Corral? I challenge you and your partner Mr. Michaels to a match against myself and my associate, Mr. Indigo. I promise you, I will make an impact, even if someone has to die.
One slams his microphone in the announcers face as he storms to the back.
*COMMERCIAL FOR WILKIN'S COFFEE: DRINK WILKIN'S, OR THE TERRORISTS WIN*
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Post by Oak: Certified Jade Hater on Mar 7, 2007 19:53:33 GMT -5
During commercial break, literally seconds after the match, as One is walking up the ramp, the ToomiTron cuts to Chad and Mike, titles over their shoulders and a grin on their faces. Man that's a long sentence.
Chad: Whoa, whoa. Joe, calm down. Take a minute to look around you. Especially look at what's in front of you. Which, right now, is us.
Mike: One, you gotta realize something. Sure, you may pin us and get the 1-2-3. But just because the match is over, doesn't mean the war is. At March 4, you got lucky. Really lucky. But you see, the time is now my friend. The time for battle, the time for decisions. And we didn't even need 24 hours to decide on what to do. We're deciding right now: WE F***ING ACCEPT. Bring Indigo, bring TJT, hell, bring Santa F***ing Claus for all I care. Becuase when it's all over, the match, and the PPV, will be RATED X.
Chad: B***H!!!
The camera fades out as ne just stands there, letting the words sink in.
***NOTE: The following promo will be aired after the commerical break so as to not confuse the fans at home. We're not WCW people, we don't make mysteks.***
Now back to our regularly scheduled commercial:
So call now if you want to kick Vince McMahon in the nuts!!! Offer ends soon!!
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Post by Deleted on Mar 7, 2007 21:31:24 GMT -5
*The camera fades into the locker room of TJT. The three of them are sitting on their leather couch, facing the camera, and seeming happier than usual.*
Thunder: Ladies and gentlemen!
Jupiter: Commoners of the world!
Terina: This is TJT...Shoots Back. In case you don't already know, I'm Terina.
Jupiter: I'm JASON JUPITER!
Thunder: I'm JIMMY THUNDER!
Terina: And I pinned Axel Halaway.
Jupiter: What makes this jerkass think he's "The Icon?" The icon of what? Losing?
Thunder: He tried to get on my nerves, and I got pinned, but dammit if I didn't kick that guy's ass...
Jupiter: Totally, dude. I'm glad we took out individuals. I took out Jobby. Jim, nice save. Looks like the TIMFA...TIMFAILED.
*Thunder makes the sound of a rimshot.*
Thunder: And Terina, after my weardown techniques, and some friendly assistance, you pinned Axel.
*Terina porudly smiles.*
Thunder: But that's not the first time you've pinned the guy. Permit me to explain...
Jupiter: Oh brother...
Thunder: What?
Jupiter*sarcastically*: Real life stories of our past? What the f*** do you think this is? A shoot series?
Thunder: Damn straight!
Terina: Not from many wrestlers do you hear these kinds of things, folks. We're focusing on wrestling right now, but...
Thunder: Anyway, back in 2004, it was in one of our indies stakes...what was it? It was CAPW, wasn't it?
Terina: Yeah, I think it was, actually.
Thunder: Anyway, it was a "Battle of the Sexes." In one corner, you had Terina. Me and Jason were banned from ringside--
Jupiter: Now way that should've happened. Uh-uh. We simply wanted to accompany you, Teri. But they said we'd cheat!
Terina: NO! You guys would never cheat! After all, it's only cheating if you get caught.
*The three of them laugh.*
Thunder: --and, Terina was by herself. Her opponent? None other than Axel Halaway. Now this was a suprisingly even match--
Terina: I wasn't very experienced then.
Jupiter: Not at all. But, you still showed your skill.
Thunder: --mainly because of the fact Terina was just totally outpacing Axel. Not by stamina, but by speed. She's quicker and smaller, and completely moved around the guy. He landed a few big moves and showed his worth, but when he was going for a clothesline later in the match, what, of all things, happens?
Jupiter: I remember! People, turn the volume up! NOW!
Thunder: The laces of his boots come undone, and the guy TRIPS AND PULLS A FACEPLANT!
Jupiter: And he considers Jobby an embarrassment. The nerve of some poeple...
Terina: Alright, let me finish this one up. Considering that he was stunned, I picked him up, hit him with Crocodile Tears--
Jupiter: That's Terina's float over DDT, folks.
Thunder: Beautiful person, beautiful move; all deadly.
Terina: --and he drops to the mat. And for good measure, I hook the tights of his, and he kicks out RIGHT on three! Haha!
Jupiter: The poor dude looked like he crapped himself in public. His face turned blood red, he was freakin' embarrassed, and he might have shed a few tears.
Terina: But that's because he underestimated me. And Juri, that's exactly what you're doing. You ACTUALLY think, even for a minute, that you can just come in here and make me buckle under your knees? Um....no way. Nice try, but a fail nonetheless. You say that you can make me tap out in a submission match? Well I say--
*Thunder and Jupiter wince as if expecting something of a pathetic comeback.*
Terina: --I accept your challenge.
*Jason and Jim both visibly let out a ton of breath in an audible sigh of relief.*
Terina: The match is on. The hottest technician in EWT, versus the biggest bitch in EWT. Hmmmm...
Thunder: Well said, babe. And me and Jason, we have a challenge of our own.
Jupiter: We want to face Axel and Jobby, the Wrestle Posse, 2-on-2 in a falls count anywhere Finisher Match.
Thunder: You heard right folks! Falls anywhere!
Jupiter: And the only fall? Hitting a finisher. So you better come up with something fast, J and A!
Thunder: Cause if you don't, you're gonna feel how shocking it is when Thunder has Struck on Jupiter! NAAAAAAAAAGH!
Terina: Now, we usually don't have guests on our show. They're quite distasteful, most of the time.
Thunder: But introducing first, a self-proclaimed master of the art of extreme slapstick....let's give it up, for....."THE COMEDIAN" BOBBY RIGGS!
*Riggs in through the door and takes a seat in a nearby chair.*
Thunder: Alright, so tell us, what made you join EWT in particular?
Comedian: Well, I came up with this new comedy act. And, I wanted to showcase it on a large scale. So, I took it to the big leagues: Saturday Night Live, MADtv, The Simpsons, Adult Swim. However, they all called me insane and had security throw me out on their ass. Then, I remembered my other skills: wrestling. Profession wrestling has a built-in audience, and violence is encouraged!!!! So, I tried out for EWT, and they liked what they saw in me. They hired me, but I realized that I would need more people watching me. No offense but pro wrestling ain't the most popular form of entertainment. I had to get more people following so I could make a huge splash. I needed people to see my new act. Then, I remember this guy; he always showed up at that Comedy Club in L.A. I usually performed at. Then, I came up with a plan: I got booked at that Comedy Club, weaseled myself onto the Tonight Show, hired a camera crew, attacked some people at a nightclub, and attacked Jay Leno and Russell Crowe. Sure enough, the news was talking about me. I was on CNN, Fox News, MSNBC, and most importantly, E!!!! Now, I plan to show the world my comedy here in EWT.
Terina: Anything you plan on doing in the near future?
Comedian: Make the world laugh, of course. And, I want to win some titles. You see, the audience pays more attention to people with a big gold belt around their waist.
Jupiter: Do you actually find yourself funny? Or is it an ego type thing?
Comedian: Of course I’m funny!!!! Didn’t you see what I did to that heckler!!!!? I said, “BREAK A LEG!!!!” and then I BROKE HIS LEG!!!! Now, if that isn’t comedy, then I don’t know what is!
4. Jupiter: So violence is your plan, huh? Forgive us, we don't keep up with the news of...rookies. I think I'll like this style of yours. What about you two?
Thunder: Yeah, I think it'll be good fun. Just think of who he could do it to...
Comedian: That’s right.
Terina: I want to see your comedy in action.
Comedian: Well, I could you one even better: I could make you a part of my act, IF you know what I mean.
*Jupiter flashes a scowl of anger and Thunder lunges at Riggs, just inches from his face.*
Thunder: Try me, tough guy!
Comedian: Eh...I could make you a part of my act, but I’m not going to. I like you guys, especially you, Terina; and you haven’t crossed me. *Bobby gets to his feet, begins to leave, then stops.* HOWEVER, I could make someone else a part of my act.
Thunder: You better. Anyone you're interested in, right now?
Comedian: Anybody you choose. I’ll give you sometime to think about it. *Riggs leaves.*
Jupiter: And there he was for ya, people, BOBBY RIGGS!
Thunder: I don't like him.
Jupiter: Yeah sure, he rubbed us the wrong way, but that's what comedians do. Give the guy a break. I actually think he's funny.
Terina: Besides, his services might be...useful. Let's save them for a rainy day.
Thunder: One down, one to go. Now Jason, tell us about how you helped Chris Indigo defend his Toolshed Title on March 4.
Jupiter: 2 words: Low blow.
Terina: To that big, bloated sack of fat called "Redface." That guy makes me cringe. he just freaks me out. And not in a sexy way either. Just....ugh!
Jupiter: Well said. Well now Redface, you want a piece of me! You want THIS? You think I'm just some obstacle in your way? I think you're more an obstacle in MY way! And I'll bulldoze you down like I do to most big slothes like yourself! I don't care if you think you're fast. A ball can roll, and it is fast. Does that mean it is peculiarly agile like a magnificent frigatebird? Hell no. And I'll take advantage of that. Big guys are easy pickings for me.
Terina: All kinds of big guys Jason took out, Redface. Veterans of the indies. Mighty Sampson, Alko-Alko, Vega Malnuez, Rocko Gibraltar...the list goes on and on.
Jupiter: I'm more than happy to have a match with you next week. And maybe one afterwards, just so I can rub it in.
*The three members of TJT all grin devilishly, as if scheming for the greater evil.*
Terina: So what's next on the agenda, boys?
Jupiter: I'll tell ya what. It's time for our next guest. He's one of the most successful stars in CAPW! I man with ability that runs in the family! A guy we can all come to love. After all, he's none other than a relative of mine........
JAAAAAAAAACK JUUUUUPITERRRRRRR!
*A man roughly the hight of Thunder, but little more than the weight of Jason walks in. He has long blonde hair tied back in a ponytail, and is wearing a t-shirt as well as similar ring gear to what Jim and Jason use for their matches. He doesn't seem to be a very charismatic man, having a quiet look on his face.*
Jason: Come here, cousin!
*Jason opens his arms and Jack walks up to him, the pair embracing in a hug. Jason pats his cousin on the back and releases him after a bit.*
Thunder: Hey dude. I've met you before. I helped you train. Remember?
Jack: Oh! Yeah, hey Jim!
*Jack walks over to the other side, to Jimmy and politely shakes his hand for a few moments, before breaking off. He turns around a bit and is facing Terina.*
Terina: Hi, Jack!
*Perhaps from judging how she said it, or his shy nature, Jack immediately becomes nervous.*
Jack: Um...........er.............hey....
Terina: I don't think we've met one another before. I'm Terina.
Jack:........Terina?
Terina: Yes. My father wanted to name me Serena, and my mom wanted to name me Terri, so they compromised.
Jack: That's very................exotic. *Smiles weakly.*
Terina: Yes. I guess it is, when I think about it. So Jack, what brings you here?
Jack: Well, I've been told by the rest of my companions in CAPW, the other promotions I've been to, and the rest of the Jupiter clan that I'm a great wrestler. So I came here. And I want to prove myself. I'm a quiet guy, but a tough fighter. And how do I prove myself? I think I may have an idea, of all things.
Jason: Spill it, couz.
Jack: I'll prove myself...by defeating Ultimo Chocula, the royalty of EWT! He thinks he's great just cause he can toss a guy over a rope. That means nothing to me! He's never fought me before, and I'll have this pushover well-scouted like a number of my opponents! Ha-ha! At Dead Man Walking, I want YOU in a match. You decide the match! I don't care. One way or another, I'll have you down for the count! Ready to meet your end at this 19-year old piece of work! A guy who will push you past your limits and make you shatter. Because that's the way pressure works. And with Jupiter, the pressure is ALWAYS on!
Jason: This isn;t your average challenge. This is a guy with more connections than capillaries. A man with more allies than amino acids! A guy with--
Thunder: That's enough, Jason.
Jason: Alright, Jack. Go find your locker room, right next to ours. It's a pretty jumpin' pad.
Jack: See ya, Jason!
Thunder: Have a good one, kid!
Jack: You too, Jim!
Terina: Byyyyeeee!
Jack: Ehhhh.....
*Jack runs away and shuts the door, as Jason shakes his head.*
Jason: Poor kid. He's got a thing for you, ya know.
Terina: Ech, I know. But I'll give him a break.
Thunder: Might as well. Kid needs a good treatment before his match.
Jupiter: And THAT folks, THAT is TJT Shoots Back! Where you'll see the kayfabe!
Thunder: You'll see the truth!
Terina: And you'll see the best damn team in EWT!
*The three grin excitiedly, as the camera fades out.*
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Post by Tha Kid Joker on Mar 7, 2007 22:58:40 GMT -5
Generic Ring Announcer #6 is in the ring with a microphone.
Announcer: This next match-up is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first... "The Best There Is, The Best There Was, And The Best There Ever Will Be..." Bret, "The Hitman"... HART!
Bret Hart's WWE theme starts up, and the man comes out to a great pop. Blah blah blah, two minutes of posing and giving little kids his sunglasses later, he's in the ring. Shortly thereafter, his music fades out and Eminem's "Square Dance" starts up. Of course, the fans begin to boo as they expect future EWT 12 time Grand Slam Champ to walk from the back sporting his signature cocky smirk. This is not the case, though, and the stage remains Cassiniovaless.
Joey Styles: Where's Cassinova?
JBL: Do you really have to ask that? Any second now he'll come through the crowd, catch Hart off-guard, and win the match in true player fashion.
Indeed. Or at least, that's what he attempts to do. Cassinova darts through the crowd and slides into the ring behind Hart. But much to his dismay, as he prepares to grab him, Bret mule kicks him in the stomach!
Styles: Hart has done his research. Cassinova, the undisputed master at jumping people from behind, has finally had a plan backfire. What would this have been? His FOURTH time jumping an opponent while their attentions are elsewhere?
JBL: Doink, Carlito, Chris Masters, and yep, this would've been four.
The bell rings and as Cassinova is bent over, Bret grabs him and attempts a jumping piledriver! Cassinova avoids utter destruction by back body dropping him, before waiting for him to get up. When Bret does, Cass runs at him and attempts a cross body block, but Bret ducks it. Cass soars over Bret, but manages to catches the top rope and deliver the 323! Bret crumbles to the ground as Cassinova heads to the top rope. He takes in a deep breath before leaping off with a corkscrew senton! He doesn't bother to cover, and rather just stands and looks around at the fans. They boo him, causing him to just bow before waving them off.
JBL: Hah, my man Cassidy Clearwater. Always one to put on a show.
Styles: Yes, but you have to wonder where his head is at. He's tried everything he possibly could to get his hands on the Ox-Division title, but just can't seem to win it. Luckily for him, he was granted one last title shot due to the circumstances of Crauswell's win.
JBL: I sure hope he likes Falls Count Anywhere matches! When you're facing someone as dangerous and remorseless as Crauswell in a match where anything goes... you're in a bad way.
Back in the ring, Cassinova has Bret Hart picked up. He lands a combo of shots to the face before putting Bret in the DDT position. He gives the signal before preparing to flip, but Bret fights out of it with shots to the ribs. Cassinova backs off, before Bret runs at him with a kitchen sink! The knee to the gut causes Cass to front flip, and Bret drops a leg on him. Hart stands and gives his fans a pose before attempting to pick Cassinova up. As he does so, Cassinova gives him a sitout jawbreaker, and rises with a jumping European uppercut! The blow causes Hart to stumble backwards, and Cassinova knocks him down with a dropsault. Hart rises again to the same results, and the third time Cass knocks him down with a leg lariat! Cass keeps his leg on his neck for a pin...
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Bret Hart kicks out. Cass gets off of him and picks him up, laying some punches onto him. Bret takes the punches in a daze, and Cass bounces off of the ropes. He returns and attempts a running lariat, but Bret hart grabs his arm and forces him to the ground, before transitioning into a Sharpshooter! The crowds pops, but Cassinova quickly fights out of the hold. Cass stands and Bret grabs him from behind, attempting a German suplex. Since the referee is dimwitted and can't see it from where he's standing, Cassinova nails a quick mule kick to Hart's groin! Hart bends and holds his injured junk in pain, and Cassinova puts him in a standing headscissors. He hooks both arms before lifting him for a Tiger Driver. He stands with Bret hanging upside down, letting the blood rush to his head, before using his arms to hoist him up higher and drop him with the Novacaine II! Cass covers...
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3!
The bell rings, and the announcer declares Cassinova the winner over the PA system. Before the referee even has a chance to raise Cassinova's hand, he looks at his watch in horror and practically dives out of the ring, frantically running towards the back.
Styles: I wonder where he's off to.
JBL: Probably to meet some trick outside the building. Not to worry.
Styles: ...Sure.
The screen shows Bret Hart out cold in the ring before cutting to a commercial.
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Oak: Certified Jade Hater
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Edgier than Wayne Brady, Harder than Chinese Arithmetic, and Higher than the ratings for Blade: The Series
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Post by Oak: Certified Jade Hater on Mar 7, 2007 23:32:43 GMT -5
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Post by Boku AKA Da Green Guy on Mar 8, 2007 1:39:49 GMT -5
*The bell rings loudly, telling the EWT arena that a match is about to begin.* * “Chase” by Giorgio Moroder plays over the speaker. * Finkel: This match is scheduled for one fall... Making their way first to the ring... Weighting in at 459 lbs... Being accompanied to the ring by Jim Cornette... "Sweet" Stan Lane and "Beautiful" Bobby Eaton... THE MIDNIGHT EXPRESS! *As the two men walk down the ramp, Jim Cornette waves around his Racket and points at his two clients.* Cornette: You're looking at THE tag team in this business! THE true tag team champions of the world! *They enter the ring and wait for their opponents; their music ends.* * “Young, Dumb, & Ugly” by Weird Al begins to play over the speakers. * *The crowd pops as Jobby immediately runs out of the EWT curtain, lifting one arm pointing at the crowd as he runs from the right to the left side of the stage. At the 0:26 mark, he runs back in the middle of the ramp and at the 0:33 Axel walks out from behind the curtain. Jobby holds his hand out, and Axel looks like he just wants to be in the ring.* Finkel: And 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 gives a cheesey grin and gives a thumbs up. Axel walks down the ramp, trying to look over his opponents but Jobby breaks his concentration by running around him in a circle. He stops and stares at Jobby who runs side to side to high five crowd members. They reach the ring. Axel goes inside the ropes and climbs the nearest turnbuckle, and gets a decent pop but most of the crowd is focused on Jobby. Who is running around the ring doing a hyper version of the Pogo Dance. Axel, despite getting cheers, does his now trademark wave off and steps down. He takes off his jacket and pass it to the attendant. Jobby rolls into the ring and walks over to Axel. Axel slowly reaches up, as Jobby points with both hands at him, and takes his glasses off, his brown eyes seemingly showing a more mature and focused Axel. The music ends. Cornette gets in Axel's face.* Cornette: You're a joke! You think that you can beat the Midnight Express?! THE Ta- *Axel interrupts Cornette by pie facing him to the ground but in doing so, he leaves himself open for a Lane and Eaton ambush. They both pound on Axel then whip him to the ropes and catch him into a Double Flapjack before both the referee finally drives out Eaton to his corner. Lane covers Axel for the win, but gets not even a one. Lane lifts up Axel and goes to whip him to Eaton but is meet with a Clothesline. Axel takes the opening to Lane with repeated stomps to the face & chest area. Axel runs back to the ropes and runs back to hit a Jumping Knee Drop. Lane grabs his head as Axel makes it back to his feet. Axel goes to lift Lane to his feet, but is met with a Rake of the Eyes. Axel stumbles back as Lane walks on his knees to tag in Eaton. Eaton charges forth and makes sure that Axel feels the pain of Divorce. Axel rolls on the mat, holding his shoulder in pain as Eaton drops Elbow after Elbow into Axel's chest. He wraps Axel's shoulder into a hard Hammerlock while Axel is on the ground. Axel reaches over and finally grabs the ropes. The referee begins to count for Eaton to release the hold.* 1! 2! 3! 4! *Eaton lets go to break the referee's count but tries to go back to it and ends up being pulled to the outside by Axel. Lane charges in as Jobby does; the two go for a Clothesline but Jobby trips and lands face first in front of Lane. Eaton rolls back into the ring as Axel stands. He is surrounded by both members of the Midnight Express and worse yet, Cornette slides in his racket while he distracts the referee. But Axel gets it first and smashes Eaton hard over the head with it. Jobby, not seeing Axel cheat, takes himself and Lane to the outside. Axel throws the racket at Cornette's direction, which makes Cornete slip and causes the referee to notice Axel pinning Eaton.* 1! 2! 3! *The crowd openly cheer as Jobby rolls back into the ring to celebrate with Axel as their music plays. Fade to commercial.*
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Post by xombiehiphop on Mar 8, 2007 12:13:00 GMT -5
-A close up of a fly consumes the camera's vision. The hairy insect rubbing it's front appendages together as it flutters it's wings about. The shot pans back a bit to reveal that the bug is walking along a red surface. That red surface would be one of Wraith's eye contact lenses. The man himself is slumped into a reclining chair, he makes no effort to shoo the fly away and almost looks to be in a catatonic state. Eyes wide open and without any sign of emotion on his ghastly features. Dark green colored hair pulled away from his face-
Wraith: ...
-The camera pans backwards to reveal that Wraith is currently in a small, run down home. Many of the windows are shattered and it the living conditions look entirely unbearable. A constant buzzing noise is heard..
Flies. Tons of them. They seem to have over taken the living area. A quick cut to the kitchen reveals a copious amount of them crawling along the sink, and a piece of no doubt diseased meat. Wraith's goat mask is shown slumped across a table, covered in the insects as well. Everywhere you look..their either flying or creeping about.
Sat in front of a television, indian style like a pair of little kids, are Ghost Face and Wraith. Their masks hung around their necks, eyes locked upon the screen before them. What has their attention is a very controversial 1980's horror film known as "Cannibal Holocaust". The film was banned in the UK, Italy and Australia due to it's graphic gore..sex..and most notably..six animals that were actually, legitimately killed during it's filming..
Ghost Face: ...
Corpse: ...
-The fly making a home across Wraith's eye finally decides to find a new home..until it's caught in his palm, The Draugr member suddenly springing to life. He crushes the bug in his hand and opens it..twitching legs and a gooey mess now in the middle of his palm. He runs his tongue across the remains of the fly, flicking it into his mouth with a grin. ..Soon finding a advertisement sat in his lap..-
Dead Man Walking Live on pay per view Sunday, March 25th, 2007
...The Draugr vs The Wrestle Posse...
Wraith: ..Dead Man Walking...I love the name...
Ghost Face: ...Who could ask for more?
-Ghost Face looks over his shoulder at his team mate with an odd smirk, blond dreadlocks swaying lightly..-
Corpse: ..Against The Wrestle Posse..sweet irony..
-Corpse, eyes still fixated on the television, slowly rises to his feet. The other two soon follow him. ..A banging noise can be heard quite nearby..the sound of struggling..-
Ghost Face: ..Oh..our guest is becoming restless..
Corpse: ..We're terrible hosts..
-With a motion of his head for the others to follow, Ghost Face strolls over to a closet door and pulls it open. The camera switches to the perspective of the person inside..we can't see much of the identity..but this unfortunate person is bound and gagged. Long blonde hair, apparently a female. Ghost Face rubs his palms together, sinister expressions appearing on all of The Draugr's faces..-
Ghost Face: ..We're helping you..helping you to not become one of THEM. ..One of those sheep..those pigs. ..Your going to become something better. ..One of us..
-Corpse kneels down beside the figure, carefully stroking her hair-
Corpse: ..We're going to turn you inside o--OOOF!
-Corpse falls backwards as the shrouded individual head butts him directly in the nose. Some blood trickles down it as Corpse places some fingers upon it, the sensation of feeling the red liquid causing him to grin wildly-
Ghost Face: ..Still has some fight left. ..We'll see you soon..
-Wraith slams the door shut, leaving us in darkness..the buzzing noise picks up again-
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Post by dorf on Mar 8, 2007 15:11:40 GMT -5
*camera fades into the backstage to dorf*
Dull Grisham: On the next PPV, dorf here will tag along with ape again, THIS TIME....*drools* against the tag-team champs, Team Ireland. Do you have any few comments, questions, or concerns?
*Camera pans to dorf slowly as cheers escalate*
Dorf: YA KNOW SOMETHING DULL GRISHAM....I do have a few COMMENTS, QUESTIONS, AND MAYBE CONCERNS, but no, no, no...its not for Team Ireland. It's for you.
In the EWT lockerroom, you were known as the Fruit Fairy. NOW TELL ME DULL GRISHAM, is this true?
Dull: *shocked that dorf asked him that question* Well, um dor-
*Dorf puts his hand in front of Dull Grisham's face*
Dorf: STOP. We ALL know the answer to that question, Dull Grisham, because we already know "that" answer.
*Dorf then points to the television monitor and a Photoshopped Dull Grisham appears as a literal, Fruit Fairy. He had the traditional Fruit of the Loom costume in a pink color, with wings, and a magic wand*
Dorf: Now get away ya lambroni....*shoves Grisham out of the way*
NOW LET'S GET TO BUSINESS.......
*cheers erupt*
Coming at Dead Man Walking, me & ape are tagging...again. I have to prove myself....again. I cannot understand the Great Khali's words coming out of his mouth....again. I think you all see the picture.
But, BUT this time its for the opportunity at the Tag-team Titles....those titles are very valuable since I have not became a tag-champ in EWT to date. Those belts are the only belts needed to make my EWT career solidifying my Hall of Fame chances, because let's face it...how many EWT Grand Slam Champions are there?
Those are among the LINES of greatness in EWT history and around the time of Symphony of Destruction, I would mark some words...
Well, this day has come to a paradox for the dorfster....I have yet another opportunity, none since November for a chance at receiving those prestigeous tag-titles.
But as I aforementioned, I have to team up with that...
DIRTY
DISSSSSSSSGUSTING
BRUTAL
BOTTOM FEEDING
TRASH-BAG
IDIOT
son of a b**** named ape. Now he's transfixed into hippyness and eating turkey....BY GOD, WHAT THE F*** is wrong with him?? And I thought I had issues. I swear if I have to deal anymore crap from that idiot, my life will become more insane than it already has from the fiasco in late 2005 that lost my WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP.
Whatever the result may come up at Dead Man Walking just know this...Team Ireland....I don't give a 2 ape's asses flinging poo at each other on how tough you are, but this is for sure....you will get your.....J-
*Out of nowhere, ape appears with psycadellic colors and women with the quiet signs everywhere*
Ape: Owwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!!!!....dorf, its not about their do.....it's about two simple words......
*unleashes turkey sandwich*
EAT TURKEY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
*Dorf storms off, pissed. Meanwhile, ape eats a freshly made turkey sandwich as the camera fades to black.*
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Post by Hulkshi Tanahashi on Mar 8, 2007 17:28:19 GMT -5
*The Comedian is walking backstage. Sum Guy is following him and calls for him.*
Sum Guy: Mr. Riggs. Mr. Riggs, can I interview you?
*The Comedian turns around faces Sum Guy. Sum Guy stops.*
Sum Guy: Oh, good. You stop. Mr. Riggs, I was wondering if I could ask you some questions.
Comedian, confused: Who are you?
Sum Guy: I'm Sum Guy.
Comedian, annoyed: I know you're some guy, but what is your name?
Sum Guy, confused: Um, you just said it.
Comedian, confused: What? Who are you?
Sum Guy: I'm Sum Guy.
Comedian, getting angry: I KNOW YOU'RE SOME GUY!!!! HELL, I'M SOME GUY!!!!
Sum Guy, also getting angry: No, I'M SUM GUY!!!!
Comedian: DON'T INTERRUPT ME!!!!
*Sum Guy jumps back. Comedian grabs him by the collar and pulls him back.*
Comedian: Who...Are...You?
Sum Guy: I'm Sum Guy.
Comedian: Wait, give me your driver's licensce.
Sum Guy: Why?
Comedian: JUST DO IT!!!!
*Sum Guy drops his microphone. He pulls out his wallet, takes out his driver's license, and hands it to the Comedian. The Comedian reads it as Sum Guy picks up his microphone.*
Comedian: Sum Guy! *hands Sum Guy his license back* Your name is Sum Guy!?
Sum Guy: Yes, that's what I've been trying to tell you!
Comedian: That is the DUMBEST f***ING NAME I'VE EVER HEARD IN MY LIFE!!!! Why would your parents do that do you!? I'm changing it.
Sum Guy: What!?
Comedian: I'm changing your name. Let's see. Radar O'Riley!? No, that's no good. Clark Kent!? No, you don't look like Superman. I GOT IT!!!! (with an English accent)BARNABY JONES!!!!
Sum Guy: You're going to call me Barnaby Jones!?
Comedian: No, I just like saying that. (with an English accent)BARNABY JONES!!!! Anyway, your new name is Jack McGee!
Sum Guy: Who!?
Comedian: The reporter from the Incredible Hulk.
Sum Guy: I don't remember him being in the comics.
Comedian: No, he wasn't in the comics.
Sum Guy: Well, then, I haven't seen the movie.
Comedian: HE WAS FROM THE TV SHOW YOU IDIOT!!!! He was played by Jack Colvin. It also starred Bill Bixby and Lou Ferrigno.
Sum Guy: I don't watch much TV.
Comedian, looking at Guy angrily: What the hell do you want?
Sum Guy: I want to ask you some questions.
Comedian: Then, ask away, Mr. McGee.
Sum Guy: Okay, there is a lot of mystery surrounding your past, especially your childhood. Could you...
Comedian, interupting Guy: Interview over.
Sum Guy: What!?
Comedian: You can ask me anything as long as it isn't about my past.
Sum Guy: Why not!?
Comedian: I don't want to talk about!
Sum Guy: Why?
Comedian: Mr. McGee, don't make me angry. You wouldn't like me when I'm angry.
*Comedian begins to walk away. Sum Guy calls back to him.*
Sum Guy: Wait, I have more questions.
Comedian: NO MORE QUESTIONS!!!!
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Post by Rick Raskall on Mar 8, 2007 17:35:15 GMT -5
Gorilla Monsoon: Welcome back to EWT Television, ladies and gentlemen! We have had quite an eventful week so far! A new Tri-State Champion! A new EWT Heavyweight Champion! New Superstars have debuted, backs have been stabbed, allegiances have split, and there is definitely an exciting feeling in the air, as we bring you another one-on-one matchup tonight. Bobby "The Brain" Heenan: That's right, Monsoon. One of our resident ham-n-eggers will be taking on the new and improved Rick Raskall! Monsoon: I wouldn't go so far as to say "new and improved", Brain. Rick Raskall turned violently on his tag team partner Marcus Trunk, and his new attitude does not sit well with me. Heenan: Say what you want about him; I've always loved the guy. Monsoon: As I recall, you were standing up and saluting the Irish national anthem only a week ago, and Raskall and Trunk were embroiled in a bitter feud with Team Ireland. Heenan: Yeah, well...*trails off* Monsoon: Let's go to the ring for the introductions! Mike McLouth: This match is set for one fall. Introducing first, weighing 195 pounds, Mark Terrence! The resident jobber raises his arm to fan apathy.Mike McLouth: And the opponent... "Put Your Hands Where My Eyes Can See" by Busta Rhymes starts playing.Mike McLouth: From Los Angeles, California, weighing 209 pounds, RICK...RASKALL!! A large golden carriage, which is carried by four men, enters through the curtain. Riding inside the carriage is Rick Raskall, reclining on a soft bed with red silk sheets. He's wearing a red velour dressing gown and golden sunglasses, and a disdainful look on his face. He ignores the boos and abuse being directed at him. There are two women flanking the carriage, wearing gold Princess Leia bikinis. One is holding a bunch of grapes, the other a chalice of wine. The first woman plucks a grape and feeds it to Raskall, who takes the grape in his mouth, and sucks her finger as he does so. The other woman offers him the wine, as Raskall takes a sip. A fan in the front row yells out "TRUNK IS GONNA KICK YOUR ASS!" Raskall turns away slightly, then suddenly whips his head back around, spitting the wine in his face.Heenan: Look at that, Monsoon! Rick Raskall is officially my favorite superstar in the entire EWT! No, in the entire world! Monsoon: What disgusting disrespect shown by Rick Raskall! The men bring the carriage to the ring, and stop short of he apron. When they stop, the two women go to the front of the carriage and pull out a retractable ramp from the bottom, extending it to the ring apron. Raskall exits the carriage and walks along the ramp to the apron, where the women hold open the ropes for him, as he steps into the ring.Heenan: Now there's something I've never seen before! Monsoon: Rick Raskall obviously sparing no expense to show the EWT fans how important he is, or at least, how important he THINKS he is. Heenan: He's more important than you, I'll tell you that much. With Raskall in the ring, the women remove his velour dressing gown, revealing a new pair of shiny red wrestling pants with two lines of diamond sequins down both sides. He whips off his sunglasses, folds them up, and hands them to one of the women, all while maintaining his disdainful sneer.Monsoon: Looks like we're finally ready to get this match under way. Terrence approaches Raskall prepared to wrestle, as Raskall simply rolls his eyes. Terrance raises his arm for a test of strength. Raskall rolls his eyes again and prepares to meet his hand with Terrence's, but instead reaches out and slaps Terrence with his other hand, then spits in his face.Monsoon: Rick Raskall certainly not an advocate of good hygiene. Raskall punches Terrence in the head, then whips him to the ropes, dropkicking him on the rebound. As Terrence goes down, Raskall gets up to one knee, raising his arms and nodding in a manner that says "I know I'm better than you" as the crowd boos him. As Terrence gets to his feet, Raskall roundhouse kicks him in the gut a few times, sending Terrence stumbling to the ropes. A spinning heel kick sends Terrence over the top rope to the floor. As Terrence gets to his feet, Raskall runs off the ropes, flying over the top with a corkscrew plancha.
Raskall gets to his feet, then calls the women over to him. One of them gives him a sip of wine as the other wipes his brow with a towel.Monsoon: Now this is a bit much. There are no breaks in an EWT wrestling match! Heenan: He's just taking advantage of an opportunity! His opponent is down, so he's going to enjoy a wine break. It's nothing I haven't seen before. Raskall re-enters the ring as Terrence gets back to his feet. Raskall leans against the ropes, seeming almost bored with the match. Terrence runs at Raskall, but Raskall dodges, sending Terrence front-first into the ropes. Terrance stumbles backward, where Raskall is waiting for him, and locks in a full nelson.Monsoon: Rick Raskall with the full nelson! He's not a submission-style wrestler! With the full nelson locked in, Raskall jumps up and hits a lung blower! As Terrence falls to his back, Raskall switches into a dragon sleeper, and locks in a body scissors. Terrence tries his best to fight it, but all he can do is tap out.Mike McLouth: Here is your winner, Rick Raskall! Raskall orders one of the women to retrieve a microphone for him. She brings it to him, and holds it for him.Raskall: Today, ladies and gentlemen, as you go home to your roach-infested trailer parks and run-down shanties, you can tell yourself, and tell everybody you know, that today, you were lucky enough to catch a glimpse...of a Hollywood Icon. "Put Your Hands Where My Eyes Can See" starts up again as the women redress Raskall in his velour robe. The carriage is lifted to ring level, as the women pull out the retractable ramp. Raskall walks the ramp into the carriage, and returns to reclining on his silk sheets. The carriage is then walked back up the ramp and through the curtain.Monsoon: Rick Raskall certainly has a high opinion of himself, Brain. And I'm not a fan of his attitude. Heenan: The man's a Hollywood icon, Monsoon. He said so himself. Show a little respect, will ya? Monsoon: I don't care what he says he is, that man is bad news. Marcus Trunk will tell you that. Heenan: He WOULD tell me that, but he ain't around to do it. Rick Raskall took him out of the equation. Now it's good times and parties all around. Matter of fact, he gave me a free pass to get into his latest shindig. Monsoon: No he didn't! You're making that up. Heenan: You're just jealous that you weren't invited. Monsoon: Well, in any case, the new Rick Raskall has arrived, and it looks like we'll have to live with it. Sean Mooney is at the Event Center! Tell us what you've got, Sean!
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Boku AKA Da Green Guy
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Post by Boku AKA Da Green Guy on Mar 8, 2007 19:29:01 GMT -5
*In the WP lockeroom, Axel is talking on his land line phone.*
Axel: ...Mrs. Harris for the last time, I did not elope with Kate.
*pause*
Axel: No, I don't know where she is. Perhaps she's trying to get Dead Man Walking tickets?
*pause*
Axel: I give you my word, that if I hear ANYTHING, I will call you... Okay?
*pause*
Axel: I know, I know... I'm concerned too. Bye.
*Axel hangs up his phone as Jobby walks in.*
Jobby: Who was that?
Axel: Telemarketer.
Jobby: That's why you should get a cell phone like me!
Axel: Look, I hate cell phones. They are more trouble then they're worth.
*Thinks for a second.*
Axel: YOU HAVE A CELL PHONE?!
Jobby: Yea! What did you think was that over there?!
*Axel turns to see a HUGE briefcase leaning against the wall.*
Axel: Something left over from the janitor?
*Jobby runs over to it and opens it to show a HUGE cell phone, the size is completely ridiculous.*
Jobby: You think this is cool, you should see my call phone in my De Lorean!
Axel: ...Yeah....
Jobby: I got some great ideas to get us back to being great friends.
Axel: I don't think we were even decent friends before.
Jobby: ...Oh...
Axel: But we will be soon.
Jobby: You're right! I can't wait to see how better we will be!
Axel: I'm supporting this as well. If we do not strengthen our bond now, we will be crushed by TJT and their lackeys.
Jobby: Who?
Axel: You know, those George Orwell nerds that go by the name of Minipax.
Jobby: ...I'm afraid to say that name.
Axel: What?! Why?
Jobby: Because it sounds like a lady product.
*There is a pause before Axel busts out laughing.*
Axel: Ah... So while we're trying to better our team, we have a big rematch against TJT at Dead Man Walking.
Jobby: And now, the Draugr.
Axel: What? Since when?
Jobby: Since Toom E. told me.
Axel: Why the hell does he always talk to you?
Jobby: He says that I'm easy to push around, which is weird because I'm one of the bigger guys in EWT.
Axel: Uh....yeah...
Jobby: OH! Here!
*Jobby hads Axel a beta tape.*
Axel: What the hell is this?
Jobby: A beta tape!
Axel: ...Explain.
Jobby: Well, the Draugr had a promo EWT programming regarding the match and I taped it for you.
Axel: ...Jay, I don't even have a VCR. How am I going to watch this?
Jobby: Duh! I have one of my betas here to play it!
Axel: *sarcastically* Oh how foolish of me...
*Jobby opens a cabinet and puts the tape in the large beta player. He turns on the dial tv that it is hooked up to. He sits back, next to Axel, when the tape plays. What plays is the most recent Draugr promo, which looks even more spooky in beta vision. During the whole time, Jobby is openly scared of this while Axel just watches intently. When the mention of a captive female appears on the tape, Axel springs up.*
Axel: JURI!
*He sprints out of the room while Jobby turns to finish the video. When the door slams on the tv, Jobby falls out of his chair and onto his back. He quickly jumps to his feet to turn off the scary promo.*
Jobby: That was almost as scary as Sloth from the Goonies!
*The camera quickly switches to a camera following Axel's mad dash to Juri's lockeroom. Which STILL says “Senshe” on it. Axel bursts through the door and runs in.*
Axel: JURI?!
*The camera walks in to record the image of Juri sitting on her couch in jeans and a tank top, while holding an open can of Guinness.*
Juri: What do you want?!
*Axel is at a loss for words and stumbles to quickly explain himself.*
Axel: ...I....uh.....saw....the......Draugr......promo......and........they...have....some....girl....
Juri: So you think that it's me?! First off, NOBODY CAN just carry me off. And second...
*She reaches up and pulls down her hair over her eyes.*
Juri: You should be able to remember that I'm a red head. That person was a blonde. And even if that was me... Kinda late to be checking up on me, isn't it? Baka.
Axel: ....
*Juri takes a sip of her beverage before speaking again.*
Juri: Just leave my door on the ground and quickly get out of my room... And may I remind you that you are still not welcome in here!
Axel: Right... Uh, bye.
*Axel rushes out the door, still thinking about just who the Draugr has while Juri stares at the camera.*
*pause*
Juri: You too.
*The camera quickly leaves out of Juri's room.*
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Post by Deleted on Mar 8, 2007 19:52:25 GMT -5
*Camera fades in on Aaron Chamblis, standing backstage in front of the wall.*
Aaron: Well, you guys all saw my EWT debut. I'm terribly sorry that one ended out on a sour note. And if the Wrestle Posse hadn't gone out of their way to save me from those two....whoever they were, I might be in the hospital right now. So my thanks to them. I owe you guys big time. Also, I noticed I haven't been in a feud with anyone just yet. That's good. In fact, that's exactly my idea. The less I anger people, the more they--
*Both of the Zephyr Brothers walk onto the stage.*
Mike: What's up, BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOYEEEE?
Aaron: Oh not you guys. What do you want from me now? More of a beating?
Mark: Confidentially...yes.
Mike: After we attacked you, we were going to issue a challenge. We want blood, and we're going to cleanly beat you when we defeat you in a handicap match!
Mark: FELL DA PAAAAAIN!
Aaron: Um, no. Guys, you want a challenge?
Mark and Mike: Hells yeah!
Aaron: All right, then I'll fight you, in an elimination style match. One in, once he gets beatm the next can come out, and he'll also be beat. You guys are so eager for blood...but I just want sport. I want a match, and since you're so interested in a fight, a fight is what you'll get. And no foulplay. TJT tried that on me and it almost cost Thunder his match. And you know what else?
Mark: SHUT UP!
Mike: We'll see you later....punk! Hahahaha!
*The two Zephyrs walk away from the camera. When they're gone, Aaron speaks up.*
Aaron*shrugs*: Don't blame me, blame the guy who hired them.
*The camera fades out into our next segment.*
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Post by dorf on Mar 8, 2007 22:18:56 GMT -5
*The camera returns from a pan of segmenting and into the ring with Howard Finkel*
Finkel: This match is scheduled for ONE-FALL! *Oceanic's music plays "From Sinking" by ISIS* Coming down the aisle, from Kauai, Hawaii, she is the current EWT Tri-State Champion, OCEANIC!
*Oceanic comes out to a chorus of boo's to get this monstrousity beast where she is at in today's society. Am I rambling words together to make these sentences have more uselessness to it? Abosolutely, positively not! The power of Oceanic is so disturbing that by the time of this meaningless paragraph, except the first sentence, Oceanic will have entered the ring no problem and she does her taunts to make the crowd boo at her more.*
Finkel: *Dorf's music plays "Tearjerker" by Korn* Coming down the aisle, weighing in 270 pounds, from Filthadelphia, Pencilvania, DORF!
*Dorf appears underneath the CrapTron focused and determined to get ready with this match...he grabs a microphone.*
Dorf: Cut my music.
*music cuts*
I came here for a fight today and we all know that *air quotes* "woman" *end air quotes* in the ring thinks she can play with the big boys. I think otherwise....Oceanic....you, sir...ARE A MAN, BABY!
*Shows a Photoshopped pic on the CrapTron as Oceanic being bald! The crowd erupts in laughter*
HA! Now that is GOLD, unlike those gold diggers that is swirlying abouts in the EWT lockerroom of your "perfections." Now, I'm not gonna treat you like a woman, because when you are in the squared circle with competitor such as I, IT IS ON.
I don't care how long it takes me to beat you, I'm gonna give it my all, and if you don't like it.....you will get your.....
*dorf raises mic*
Crowd: JUST DO!
*dorf drops mic and enters ring at a quick pace to start the match!*
Bell: DING, DING, DING!!
*The two immediately lock-up as dorf had the greater strength than Oceanic easily and drags her to a corner.*
Referee:
1!
2!
3!
*Dorf releases the hold and steps back towards the middle of the ring and stares at Oceanic the whole time.*
Dorf: Come on......*raises arms for pops and yells* DOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!
*Oceanic, upset runs toward dorf and attempts to do a clothesline, but dorf ducks in time to give her a Drop Toe-Hold. While down, dorf grabs her right shoulder and puts her in a Shoulderlock. She gets up right away and starts kicking dorf right in the knee. Thus, dorf releases the Shoulderlock applied to dorf and attempts to put dorf through a Modified Wristlock, but dorf's strength is easily countered right away with a SHORT ARM CLOTHESLINE, BUT IS DUCKED BY OCEANIC!*
*Oceanic runs quickly to the ropes and performs a Lionsault and flings back at Dorf. Dorf catches her in mid-air as Oceanic attempts to perform a Hurricanrana, but DORF COUNTERS HER WITH A POWERBOMB INTO A PIN!*
Referee:
1!
2!
*Oceanic barely kicks out*
*Dorf gets up in frustration. He tries to argue the referee, but he knew it the result was a legit two count. Dorf is up all the way, slowly as he makes Oceanic stand-up. Dorf signals the end as he takes Oceanic to his backside to prepare for the Dorf-Plex. Dorf lifts her up, but OCEANIC COUNTERS OUT OF NOWHERE WITH AN INVERTED NECKBREAKER! She covers Dorf?!*
Referee:
1!
2!
*Dorf kicks out as he clenches to his neck.*
*Oceanic then goes into a Rear Naked Choke hold to choke dorf out. The referee asks dorf right away if he is going to tap, but dorf uses his hand to signal "no" as the crowd is clapping to make dorf have some strength. After about thirty seconds on the hold dorf starts to stand up, but once dorf stood up, Oceanic came back with an INVERTED SPIKE DDT! OCEANIC COVERS!*
Referee:
1!
2!
*Dorf kicks out!*
*Oceanic is up and screams a loud Hawaiian, shriek to show her utter disgust. Oceanic goes outside the ring to climb to the top rop. She attempts to do a SUPERFLY SPLASH, but dorf rolls himself right out of the way at the last second. As a result, the crowd is erupted in cheersdom. Both competitors are down as the referee starts the traditional 10 count for count out!
Referee:
1!
2!
3!
4!
*both start to stir a bit* 5!
6!
*Both competitors are up and staring at each other*
*Oceanic runs to the ropes and flings back towards dorf for a Flying Splash, but dorf catches her mid-air and performs a Backbreaker to Oceanic. Dorf picks her up again and performs another Backbreaker and A THIRD. He then releases her and to get the crowd all riled up he unleashes a CHEESE SANDWICH! ALL OF A SUDDEN THE ARENA GOES BLACK AS A 70s STYLE FLASHGLOBE SLOWLY GOES DOWN TOWARD THE RING...AND THEN....*
Sexy Feminine Voice: Heyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy.....
Sexy Feminine Voice 2: Heyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy.....
Sexy Feminine Voice 3: Heyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy....
Sexy Feminine Voices: HEYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY....
HEY! HEY! HEY! HUHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH, HEYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!
APE LOVE! *one of the voices mumbles sexily* APE LOVE!
*Then a spotlight appears out of nowhere to the corner of the CrapTron where Ape Love is sitting on a beanbag chair eating a slab of turkey.....*
Ape: Owwwwwwwwwwww...........EAT TURKEY!!!!
*bites Turkey*
Sexy Feminine Voices: OOOOOHHHHHHHHH, APE LOVE.....*one of the three voices mumbles sexily* APE LOVE!
*Just then the arena lights itself right back-up as dorf points his finger and shows that the Cheese Sandwich is vital and not a slab of turkey....THEN LURKING BEHIND IS OCEANIC, while the referee seems to have been distracted by the aura of either the Cheese Sandwich or....Ape Love's attire. Well, dorf turns around and Oceanic spits out her blue mist and strikes dorf perfectly. SHE ROLLS UP DORF SO THAT THE REFEREE CANNOT SEE THE BLUE MIST ONTO DORF'S FACE (ala Rey Mysterio pin after a West Coast Pop) and the referee is undistracted the by pin attempt by Oceanic and COUNTS!*
Referee:
1!
2!
3!
Winner: by pinfall, Oceanic
*Oceanic, stunned defeats dorf. She celebrates the victory to boo's that upset the crowd and Ape love. Ape Love had balloons ready for dorf, but he released them into the air while the camera was not paned on him and all sorts of tallyho stuff. After a few seconds of whipping his eyes off, dorf stares at Ape with an intent look of evil hate. Meanwhile, Ape Love does a 6-year old little girl stance of an impression of "sawry" look at dorf, but dorf does not buy it at all and goes through the crowd in despair. The camera fades for commercial.*
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Post by Banned Member on Mar 8, 2007 23:33:30 GMT -5
*Merc is walking down the hall way with the belt slung over his shoulder, and a voice yells out.*
Voice: Worst Champ walking!!!! Your gonna lossee!!!
*Merc stops in his tracks, and just as Merc gets ready to look for the source of the voice Sum Guy runs in with a mic.*
SG: Merc your thought on those comments?
Merc: So I'm the worse champion in EWT history? What about Dorf? Wasn't he stripped? Ya I thought so. Than there is You Gene. The son of Brock Lesner. Guy wins his title in a battle royal. Didn't pin no one. Just threw HitmanMark over the top. In a fluke win, but yet some how I'm worse than him?
*Merc rubs the belt.*
Merc: I put my body though hell this week!!! I lasted though Seven other of EWTs best, and fed Maelstrom to a shark to claim this belt. I didn't win a belt some cheesy battle royal. Like Eddie Omega did. Maybe thats why he can never win the big one. he can't just throw someone over the top rope, and win a match the cheap way.
*Merc sets the title down, and the camera zooms in on Mercs glare as he takes off his sun glasses. Merc than picks the title back up, and holds it up with one hand, and slaps it.*
Merc: You see this belt!!! It belongs to me!! I may not be the best champion, but I am far from the worse. So Toom you can send Ape,Dorf, JZ, and who ever you got in the back. To try, and take this belt off me, but come Dead man Walking I will enter as the champ, and I will leave as the champ!!!
*Merc puts on his sunglasses, and adjust the tile back on his shoulder.*
Merc: And Ragnal prepare for hell! Because it will be a cold day in hell before I let you this! there will be No Mercy on your soul!!!!
*Merc walks off.*
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Post by B.A. on Mar 8, 2007 23:52:50 GMT -5
Eddie is in the back, shaking his head at the television...
Cole: Eddie, what is your comments on hearing that?
*Eddie grabs the mic and the camera*
Eddie: I can't complain can I? I did win the battle royal to become the OX division champ..but then again, Merc...did you pin Maelstrom? No, you won buddy cause he was tossed into a damn fish tank!!! You pathetic jobber...listen here merc....outlaw, who the hell are you supposed to be really? A cheap 80's guy who was hyped up then only fell to obscurity? Hey Merc! Ron Bass called, he wants his gimmick back!
*audience oooo's*
Now you want to go ahead and talk, or show some action. I won a title, just like you won a title. I one a title in a matter of weeks, it was less than a month..ever since then I've risen the ladder to greatness only to find my spot taken...by a cowboy..You didn't beat me! Maelstrom was the one who made the move, you just took an oppurtunity to pin me. Merc, I challenge you for the EWT Heavyweight Championship!!...beat me and I won't talk again, beat me and I won't challenge you ever again...take your stipulations, take your best chance at beating me....cause when you face me, I'LL TAKE YOUR LIFE!!!
*Eddie drops the mic and leaves...but comes back*
Eddie: And that! was a shoot!
*He leaves walking down the hall*
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