Maelstrom
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The Tide Will Turn!
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Post by Maelstrom on Apr 30, 2007 19:14:48 GMT -5
We are back at ringside and Lillian Garcia is standing by on announcing duty.
LILLIAN: Ladies and gentlemen the following match is a gauntlet match! Introducing the man that will be taking the gauntlet ... he weighs in at 289lbs and hails from the depths of the ocean ... he is ...
'Apocalypse Please' by Muse hits the speakers as smoke rises up from the stage area. It continues to rise until it explodes revealing Maelstrom, who doesn't look happy. He heads to the ring
LILLIAN: ... MAELSTROM!
The crowd boos as Maelstrom climbs the steps and enters the ring, he stretches briefly on the ropes before turning to face the entrance.
LILLIAN: His first opponent, hailing from Russia and weighing in at 260lbs ... Boris Zhukov!
The Russian national anthem begins to play and out from the back comes Boris Zhukov. He jogs to the ring, his red Russian jacket gleaming in the light of the arena. He enters the ring, as the referee calls for the bell.
JOSH MATTHEWS: Hello everyone I'm Josh Matthews and alongside me tonight is Jimmy Hart and this could be interesting.
JIMMY HART: You said it Baby, gauntlet rules Maelstrom and boris Zhukov going first, my money is on the Russian!
Bell Rings
Boris Zhukov carefully circles with Maelstrom before tieing up in the centre. Boris starts to punch away at Maelstrom's mid-section with some stinging blows and gains the leverage. He tries to whip Maelstrom, but Maelstrom reverses and catches Boris Zhukov with a clothesline. Zhukov holds his head as he gets back to his feet, only to be met with a stiff right hand to the face from Maelstrom. Maelstrom throws a few more punches and then side-slams Boris Zhukov. Cover ...
1,2 ...
Boris Zhukov kicks out and gets to his feet, he blocks a punch and kicks Maelstrom in the gut. Maelstrom takes the pain as Boris Zhukov uses the ropes to try a running clothesline! Maelstrom doesn't go down though, and headbutts a surprised Boris Zhukov. Now dazed Zhukov does nothing as Maelstrom knees him in the chest, and the sets him up between his legs. Maelstrom lifts him up over his shoulders spins a couple of times and then plants him dead centre of the ring. The Whirlpool finds the mark!
1,2,3.
Bell Rings
JIMM HART: Baby, that was quick.
JOSH MATTHEWS: I guess Russia just got washed away.
Maelstrom reclines against on eof the corners as we awaits his next opponent.
LILLIAN: Boris Zhukov has been eliminated! Introducing the next challenger.
Some cheesy music hits and out from the back comes a man who like to shake his bare ass-cheeks
LILLIAN: Hailing from California ... he is The Booty Man!
Indeed the Booty Man has arrived and is giving the fans a real show. Whether they want it or not. Maelstrom brushes his air back from across his face in a look of sheer contempt as the Booty man enters the ring and gives a booty dance to all his fans! The fans give a half-hearted cheer as the Booty Man turns to face Maelstrom.
The Bell Rings
Maelstrom wastes no time and annihilates the Booty Man with a hard boot to the face! the Booty Man falls to the mat like he'd been shot.
The crowd boos as Maelstrom shouts for some proper competition
Maelstrom picks the Booty man up by the head, locks his arm and lifts up in a suplex motion. Maelstrom holds him there for a few seconds before bring him down head first!
JIMMY HART: This is outrageous, he can't finish this round so quickly? Can he?
JOSH MATTHEWS: It's over Jimmy! Vortex Drop has found the mark!
Maelstrom casually covers.
1,2,3.
Bell Rings
LILLIAN: The Booty Man has been eliminated ... Introducing the final challenger to this gauntlet match.
Some up-beat 80s rock music can be heard playing from the speakers, the crowd expectantly looks to the stage. Maelstrom watches the stage with look of indifference.
LILLIAN: He hails from Dallas, Texas and weighs in at around 235lbs ... he is Kevin von Erich!
The crowd cheers as out from the back walks the master of the Claw, Kevin von Erich. Maelstrom grasps his hands together clearly seeing Kevin von Erich as much more of a challenge then his previous two opponents. Kevin von Erich slaps hands with the fans before entering the ring. The two men prepare to wrestle.
The Bell Rings
Kevin von Erich starts off by offering a hand, but Maelstrom just ignores this and shoves him. Maelstrom then points to the sky and then at Kevin before bring his hand across his throat.
JOSH MATTHEWS: I can't believe Maelstrom has just done that, telling Kevin von Erich that he'll be joining his brohters. what sort of man is this Maelstrom?
JIMMY HART: He ain't no man Josh, he's a force of nature!
JOSH MATTHEWS: Someone had better tell Kevin that, look at him go!
Kevin von Erich enraged by such a heinous suggestion launches himself at Maelstrom with a flurry of forearms. Maelstrom tries to block off this attack but is getting peppered with lefts and rights.
The crowd cheers on Kevin von Erich
the assualt continues as Kevin von Erich hits Maelstrom with a few more quick punches before applying a waistlock. Maelstrom is too slow as Kevin von Erich goes to the back and pulls Maelstroms feet from under-him. Maelstrom plants himself face first as Kevin von Erich applies an early half-boston crab. Maelstrom is in pain, but manages to power out of the move sending Kevin von Erich into he corner. Seeing the advantage Maelstrom runs at Kevin von Erich intending on nailing a forearm to the face. At the last minute Kevin von Erich ducks out of the way letting Maelstrom eat turnbuckle, Kevin von Erich school boys the stunned Maelstrom.
1,2 ...
Maelstrom kicks out and gets back to his feet, but Kevin von Erich is waiting and they tie up. Kevin von Erich tries an Irish Whip but Maelstrom reverses the move. Maelstrom tries a big boot but hits nothing but air as Kevin von Erich ducks the move. Maelstrom turns around to face his agile foe but can only watch as he gets nailed with a flying cross body!
1,2 ...
Maelstrom kicks out again. The crowd is firmly behind Kevin von Erich who continues to pile on the pressure with some more shots on Maelstrom who is trying to stand. Maelstrom eventually gets to his feet and blocks a punch from Kevin von Erich and nails him with one of his own. Kevin von Erich staggers from the haymaker of a punch leaving him wide open for Maelstrom to hit a gutwrench suplex. Kevin von Erich struggles to his feet as Maelstrom continues the assault with a clubbing blow to the back of the head followed by a release German suplex. Kevin von Erich hits the mat hard, as Maelstrom follows with a cover.
1,2 ...
Kevin von Erich kicks out, Maelstrom unrelenting grabs Kevin von Erich by the hair and knees him in the stomach.
JOSH MATTHEWS: Looks like this could be over Jimmy, We are about to be sucked into the Whirlpool!
Maelstrom lifts him up, but no Kevin von Erich brings his elbow down hard on Maelstrom's skull. Maelstrom drops Kevin von Erich and holds his head in pain, Maelstrom looks up from the hard shot to see Kevin von Erich winding up ... Spinning Discus Punch connects!
JOSH MATTHEWS: Shades of Kerry von Erich there Jimmy.
JIMMY HART: The Texas Tornado's very own patented move, what a shot that is baby!
Maelstrom drops to his knees from the awesome punch. Kevin von Erich is feeling it as he raises his hand in a sign for the Iron Claw, the crowd cheers him on louder than ever. Kevin von Erich watches Maelstrom and then applies the submission hold, Maelstrom now in a world of trouble. The Iron Claw is locked on and Maelstrom is fading, the referee gets closer to see if Maelstrom can continue.
JOSH: This could be it for Maelstrom, no wait ...
Suddenly Maelstrom grabs both of Kevin von Erich arms and through sheer strength tears them away from his face. Maelstrom's face is oozing blood clearly the Iron Claw has done a great deal of damage. Maelstrom ignores the gore and grabs Kevin von Erich in a headlock. Maelstrom lifts him up for the Vortex Drop, but Kevin von Erich slips out of it. Kevin von Erich attempts a back drop on Maelstrom in reply but Maelstrom shows great agility and manages to flip out of it landing on his feet.
The crowd is stunned by the agility of this menacing man.
Maelstrom not wasting his opportunity locks on his dragon sleeper in the centre of the ring.
JOSH: It's the Water-on-the-Brain
JIMMY HART: I don't see that weasel here?
JOSH: No the move Maelstrom has applied, that's what he calls it.
Kevin von Erich has no where to go and the submission hold is locked on perfectly. Kevin von Erich tries to fight it but it is no use ... he taps out. Maelstrom holds it for a few seconds more as the bell rings, until he releases Kevin von Erich and then throws him out of the ring.
The Bell Rings
LILLIAN: The winner of this gauntlet match ... Maelstrom!
As 'Apocalypse Please' begins to play, the crowd takes in the 6ft 8 man known as Maelstrom and boos loudly. Maelstrom with blood dripping down his face exits the ring and walks towards Lillian Garica. She backs off clearly intimidated as Maelstrom snatches the microphone away from her. He heads back up the ring steps microphone in hand, breathing hard but not out of breath.
MAELSTROM: Three men, that's what you saw here in this ring just now. Three men who have fallen to the force and power that lurks within the ocean's maelstrom. I have and will continue to flatten those that step in this ring with me. Yet it would seem that this does not entitle me to a shot at what is rightfully mine at Crap-a-Mania ... The EWT World Heavyweight Title
The crowd boos and beings a Maelstrom sucks chant, Maelstrom waits for the fans to lower the volume.
MAELSTROM: You have your opinions, but in this world of violence they mean nothing.
the crowd boos some more
MAELSTROM: Nothing at all. You see I believe that there is a lack of respect here in the EWT. Young punk kids getting title shots at the expense of men like myself who have suffered infamous moments of anguish and inflicted pain for many a year. These so called stars of the future such as Aaron Chamblis, Chris Indigo, TJT or Mike Corral to name but a few have yet to work there way up the river let alone past me! So what I want to happen is ...
Before Maelstrom can continue another tirade 'The Day My Faith Died' by Mike Corral feat. Proof & Pitbull hits the speaker system. The crowd gets to there feet and begins to cheer loudly.
MIKE CORRAL: What you want to happen? Let me tell you something. I did not want Jessica to be attacked at Dead man Walking and lose my unborn child. News flash: You don't always get what you want. You accept your fate, and you deal with your problems. I earned my spot in this match because I've busted my ass for nearly two years, sacrificing my body for this company. Unlike you, who spent nearly 3 weeks fighting Shamu and Jaws.
MAELSTROM: You pathetic little whelp! You want to talk to me about how you earned your place in the EWT and how you earned your main event title shot? Then how about you earn my respect by putting your main event spot at Crap-a-Mania on the line in a match against me in this very ring!
the crowd is eating this up clearly they want to see this.
MIKE CORRAL: My spot..... the spot that I had to go through hell to get? I'll tell you what. I've already earned this spot, but beating you for it would be better. And as for respect, respect is something that is valued in this company. So, I guess what I'm saying is...... I accept.
The fans break out in a huge roar as these two are going to battle it out before Crap-a-Mania!
MAELSTROM: You've got guts kid I'll give you that ... but you can kiss your main-event spot good bye ... for you, like all the others in the back know ... The Tide Will Turn!
Mike Corral and Maelstrom stare each other down from across the ring to the main stage. These two are on a collision course and Crap-a-Mania is only days away!
(fade out to commercial)
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Bedlam LadyD
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Post by Bedlam LadyD on Apr 30, 2007 20:21:00 GMT -5
Tell me, what have I done? Quid pro quo
To watch you lose Control!
The lights flare down into purple. Synthy steps out. She's cracking her knuckles, and seems to have a lack of any particular emotion as she walks down the ramp. "Arriving from Indianapolis, Indiana, at 143 pounds, and standing at Five feet and Seven inches tall....Synthy, ERIS." A few more people then average are cheering her, and she even sees a few signs of all things, being held up for her. One particular cardboard stand-out said 'Forget Heaven! I want do some Syn((ing))!" Although she just shook her head when she walked past the guy. Once at the ring, she stands on the apron, and looks over the crowd before simply hopping over the ropes. She does her usual bit with the sunglasses. Leaning against the ropes she waits for her opponent. An instrumental version of Christina Aguilera's 'Fighter' song begins, and no one knows who Synthy's opponent is until she steps out. "Weighing at 150 pounds, and standing at Five Feet and Ten inches tall....Ma-du-saaa Micelliiiiiii!" The woman who had retired more then five years ago steps out, standing as proud as ever, and also excited to be there. She waves to the crowd as she walks to the ring. Her attire consists of her trademark American flag halter-bra, and blue pants with white stars. Madusa still looked quite fit and prepared to take on the rookie Synthy. She waves to the crowd a moment more, and faces the fuschia-haired freak. They lock up. And the match immdeiately begins with Synthy being thrown into a corner buckle.
She hits it hard and sprawls against it. Madusa rushes toward her and spears her further into the post. Playing up to the crowd, Madusa balances herself of the second rope and begins the ten punches of doom. 1 2 3 4 5 6 7-OOOO! The crowd voices their opinion as Synthy fights back by blocking Madusa's seventh punch, hits one of her own to Madusa's mid-section, and pushes her downward. Seeing Madusa stir already, Synthy heads to the top rope...and when the blonde turns, she hits a well-placed Swanton Bomb. Pin attempt: 1 2 - No. Synthy rolls away and steps outside of the ring. She's crossing her arms and studying Madusa with a look of seriousness. The older woman smiles and plays up to the crowd again. It's obvious she's proud that she can still hold her own after four years in retirement, and glad that the new girl is getting pissed. Synthy slides back into the ring. Madusa goes for a clothesline, but Synth ducks beneath her arm, bounces off of the ropes behind Madusa, and drop kicks her to the mat.
She stomps on the blond's side for a moment before pulling Madusa's legs into a boston crab. The hold lasts, but Madusa is a veteran, as she pulls Synthy into a sense of security and then drags herself through it, and swiftly moves into a sunset flip. Synthy counteracts by balancing up on her head, and wraps her arms around Madusa's chest. Tightening the hold, she still manages to get her legs lifted, so she's balanced on the bottom of her feet and the top of her head.
The crowd is cheering for their old-time favorite. Madusa uses her bodyweight to her advantage and rolls to the side, causing Synthy to release the hold out of surprise. She clubs the woman on the back and scrambles up. Madusa is trying to catch her breath, but Synthy pulls her into a surfboard. However, she flips back so that it's an inverse of the move, with Madusa on the ground and Synthy in the air. The referee doesn't like the way this hold is being applied, and tells her to back down. Synthy releases, and stares down the ref, who backs away. This has given Madusa enough time to stand up and slam a German Suplex onto Synthy. Madusa keeps a hold of the maneuver and pulls into a bridge. 1 2 -NO.
Both women get back on their feet. The two stare each other down Madusa steps toward Synthy, hands oustretched for another lock up. Synthy grabs the woman's wrists and twists behind her. She lets go and as Madusa turns, Synthy quickly makes for her head and hits a sharp-lookinng DDT. The woman who had help pioneer women's wrestling was down and dazed. Synthy hasn't finished. She sets up the Synful Intentions, and goes through with it painfully hard. 1 2 3.
"And your winner....SynTHY ERis!"
There was no doubt that the move had knocked Madusa Micellli out cold. Synthy jumps out of the ring. Snatching up her sunglasses, she places them on her face and walks away without another glance, toward the audience, nor the woman still beaten in the ring.
*ten minutes later, Candy Girl pops up in all of her bubbly glory.*
"Soo...Synthy! There's more juiciness swirling about about you. Especially a light-haired man you were spotted chatting up the other night.." She bounds toward the weary-looking other woman, whom was currently wishing she could shoot daggers from her eyes.
"Chatting up? When did you become British, Lil' Miss- ugh. I'm not even the mood to do an over-your-head insult. In fact, I think I'll be a bit more direct tonight. I am sick and very freaking tired of stupid, not-so sentimental scumbags thinking I'm the type of girl who needs to be treated like a fragile doll. When will those of the penis-minded species realize I am NOT INTERESTED. Just leave me the bloody hell alone will you? ..Please?" At this last word, she sounds stressed and tired. "I don't need the added factor of random males walking up to me to ask my number. I don't need a freaking guy. I can make it in my life alone." She emphasizes this last word, looks grimly into the camera, and turns away.
*She stumbles a bit over a chair as the camera leads to the next segment*
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Post by Hulkshi Tanahashi on Apr 30, 2007 21:51:30 GMT -5
*Bell rings. The Comedian's music plays.* www.youtube.com/watch?v=2a423fqOrpAHoward Finkel: Our next match is scheduled for one fall. Coming down to the ring, at 6 foot 6 inches, and weighing 290 lbs, from Los Angeles, CA: “THE COMEDIAN” BOBBY RIGGS. *The Comedian walks down to the ring and enters it.* Jim Ross: Well, this should be an interesting match between two men who aren’t quite there. Jerry “The King” Lawler: You mean insane, JR. And, only one of them is insane, and sure ain’t the guy in the ring. Mankind’s music plays.* www.youtube.com/watch?v=bXNG_XjZwU8Penzer: And, his opponent, coming down to the ring, at 6 foot 2 inches, and weighting 287 lbs, from The Boiler Room: MANKIND. *Mankind comes out with a trash can.* Lawler: Wait, he has a trash can! He can’t use that!!!! It’s not legal!!!! JR: I doubt Mrs. Foley’s baby boy gives a damn. *He throws it into the ring and slides in, only to be caught with some kicks from the Comedian. As Mankind gets up, Riggs begins to punch him and punches him back down to the mat. Riggs then goes for the trash can and hits him with it.* Lawler: Yeah, hit him! Hit him hard!!!! JR: Didn’t you just say that wasn’t legal!? Lawler: Yeah, well, the referee allowed it, so it must be okay. *The Comedian puts the trash can over Mankind’s head, goes to the apron, and slingshots himself into Mankind.* JR: BAW GAWD!!!! What a slingshot! *Riggs picks up Mankind and pulls off the trash can. However, Mankind is able to pull out Mr. Socko and put Riggs into the Mandible Claw as he turns around. But, Riggs counters with the Iron Claw.* Lawler: Oh no! He’s got that damn sock in Riggs’s mouth. JR: But, the Comedian has countered with the Iron Claw, shades to the Von Erichs from WCCW. *As both men have their respective submission holds, they both go for the ropes and fall to the outside. The fall causes them to let go of their holds. The Comedian manages to land on his feet; Mankind lands on his knees. Riggs gets a running start and charges at Mankind, but Mankind puts him down a punch. Mankind grabs the Comedian and slams him into the steel steps.* *The ref begins to count: 1…2…3… Lawler: He can’t do that; that’s not legal! JR: You were just cheering for the Comedian to bash Mankind with a trash can. *4…5…6…* Lawler: But, I don’t like Mankind. JR: Well, I admire your honesty. *7…8…9…* *Mankind picks Riggs up and drops him throat first on the steel guardrail. He then rolls back into the ring to break the ref’s count and rolls back out. He charges at Riggs, but Riggs ducks and back body drops Mankind onto the announcer’s table. He climbs to the apron and hits Mankind with an asai moonsault onto the table. The table breaks.* JR: GOOD GAWD ALL MIGHTY!!!! THEY ARE BROKEN IN HALF!!!! *Both men slowly get up. Riggs punches Mankind a few times and then Irish whips Mankind into the steel steps, sending him flying over them. Riggs rolls back into the ring, and Mankind slowly follows. Mankind goes for a punch, but Riggs ducks, grabs him, and hits him with three German suplexes. Then, he picks up Mankind and hits him with three snap suplexes. Then, he picks up Mankind again and hits him with three belly-to-belly suplexes.* JR: Good Lord. “The Comedian” Bobby Riggs gave Mankind three German suplexes, three snap suplexes, and three belly-to-belly suplexes. Lawler: You know what they say, JR: “Comedy comes in threes!!!!” *With Mankind on the mat, Riggs goes to the top rope and hits a moonsault onto his fallen opponent. He goes for the pin.* *1…2…Mankind kicks out.* Lawler: I don’t believe! JR: Mankind, somehow, managed to kick out. *The Comedian goes and argues with the ref. This allows Mankind to get up. As Riggs turns around, he walks right into the Mandible Claw. Riggs goes to the ropes and tries to escape, but Mankind manages to keep it locked in. However, Riggs escapes by bashing Mankind’s head against the steel post. He then rams Mankind’s head into the post two more times.* JR: BAW GAWD! THE COMEDIAN JUST RAMMED MANKIND’S INTO THE STEEL POST THREE TIMES!!!! Lawler: Like I said, “Comedy comes in threes!!!!” *Lawler laughs.* *Riggs then pulls Mankind away from the steel post and gives Mankind a brainbuster on the floor. He then throws Mankind back into the ring and begins to hit and kick Mankind. Then, Riggs pulls off Mankind’s mask and plays with it as Mankind takes refuge in a corner. The Comedian goes to Mankind and Irish whips him into the adjacent corner. Riggs charges toward Mankind, but Mankind moves and Riggs hits the steel post with his shoulder.* JR: Business has just picked up, as Riggs hits the steel post shoulder first; and now Mankind is going to go after that arm. *Sure enough, Mankind goes after the injured shoulder with a few elbow drops. Then, he locks Riggs into an armbar. However, Riggs counters by grabbing Mankind’s leg and puts him into a Texas Cloverleaf.* Lawler: What a counter! Looks like business really has picked up! *The Comedian has the Cloverleaf locked on Mankind in the middle of the ring. However, Mankind is able to crawl to the ropes, but he can barely reach them. He eventually grabs the ropes and uses them to overpower Riggs. The Comedian goes flying to the other side of the ring. Mankind gets up and charges after Riggs, but the Comedian catches him with an inverted atomic drop and follows up with a discus punch. Then, Riggs goes for a pin.* Lawler: It’s THE SETUP AND THE PUNCHLINE!!!! JR: And, here comes a pinfall. *1…2…Mankind grabs the bottom rope.* *Riggs picks up Mankind and is met with some punches from him. Mankind throws Riggs into the corner, but Riggs stops his offense with an elbow to the head. Mankind walks over the corner across from the corner Riggs is in. Riggs follows and claws his eyes. The Comedian then picks up Mankind and puts him onto the top turnbuckle. He then goes to the apron and climbs to top turnbuckle while putting Mankind onto his shoulders. Then, Riggs hits Mankind with a gutbuster from the top rope.* JR: Good GAWD, what a gutbuster. Lawler: Well, this one should be done soon. *Riggs goes for the pin.* *1…2…Mankind kicks out.* Lawler: I don’t believe it. *Riggs argues with the ref again, which once again allows Mankind to get up. When Riggs turns around, Mankind hits him with a spinebuster and begins to punch him furiously and ram his head into the mat. He then picks Riggs up, puts him in the Tree of Woe, gets a running start, and drops a lower angle double ax handle onto Riggs’s face. Then, Mankind pulls him out of the corner, moves him to the center of the ring and hits him with a double underhook DDT. He goes for the pin.* *1…2…Riggs kicks out.* JR: And, the Comedian, somehow, managed to kick out. *Mankind gets up, but the Comedian grabs his leg and takes him down. He locks in the Ankle Lock and then begins to push the lower leg to the mat.* Lawler: Oh my God!!!! What a move!!!! JR: The Comedian has Mankind locked into an Ankle Lock, but at the same time, he is pushing Mankind’s lower leg to the mat. *Mankind rives in pain and begins to punch himself. Eventually, he puts himself his own move, the Mandible Claw, onto himself, probably to knock himself out. But, it doesn’t work. Mankind has no choice but to tap out. The bell rings.* JR: I don’t believe! MANKIND TAPPED OUT!!!! Finkel: Here’s your winner, by submission, “THE COMEDIAN” BOBBY RIGGS!!!! *Suddenly, out of no where, the Taxi theme song begins to play.* www.youtube.com/watch?v=Kzhwx8aOO0AJR: What the hell!? Lawler: Is that the theme song to Taxi!? *The referee and the Comedian look confused. Suddenly, from the audience comes Andy Kaufman. He runs into the ring, jumps onto the Comedian’s back, and applies the sleeperhold to Riggs.* JR: Oh my GAWD!!!! It’s Andy Kaufman!!!! Lawler: What is that idiot doing there!!!!? JR: I believe these two have a match. Lawler: You mean we’re going to get another match right now!? *The ref orders for the bell to be rung.* JR: I guess we are. *The Comedian grabs Andy’s legs and runs into a corner, squashing Andy. Lawler: You know, Andy Kaufman's mom wanted a girl, his father wanted a boy, and they were both satisfied! *The Comedian walks out of the corner with Kaufman still on his back. He flips Kaufman over onto the mat.* JR: I bet you’re lovin’ this, King. Lawler: You got that right. Andy Kaufman, I HATE YOUR GUTS!!!! *The Comedian picks up Kaufman and hits him with a cradle piledriver.* JR: And, Riggs hits Kaufman with his cradle piledriver that he calls the Laugh Riot. Lawler: And, it was a thing of beauty. *Riggs then picks Kaufman back up, picks him up for a flapjack, and drops him throat first onto the top rope. Then, he rolls Kaufman up into a schoolboy pin.* *1…2…3* Finkel: Here’s your winner, by pinfall: “THE COMEDIAN” BOBBY RIGGS!!!! JR: Well, that didn’t last long! Lawler: It may have been short, but it sure was sweet. *The Comedian leaves the ring as his music plays.*
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cory16154
Team Rocket
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Post by cory16154 on May 1, 2007 8:25:26 GMT -5
walk by pantera blast over the loud speaker and peter polk walks out for his debut match
but as he enters the ring smarky jumps him from behind
jr: all my gawd king that is just not right so as peter polk lays there smarky gets on the top rope and jumps off hitting peter with a big splash but peter moves out of the way
jr. I dont know if either man can get up
king: they beeter the match has only ben going for 3 minutes
*peterpolk and smarky get up at the refs nine count polk hits smarky with hard rights while smarky fights back with hard lefts they are going on back and forth until cory pulls out a pair of brass nucks and smacks smarky in nthe face while the ref is distracted by the fans chanting boreing then peter grabs him
king:scoop slam
But insteed of dropping him on his back peter drops him on his head busting smarky wide open he pins him adn the ref counts one two three its over
LILAN: and your winner peter polk
king: smarky got robbed i dont think this will be the last peter sees of smarky
*(i know it is not that great and short but it was my first time so sorry)
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Ass Dan
King Koopa
Curious about extra lines
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Post by Ass Dan on May 1, 2007 13:49:17 GMT -5
Klepacki's 'Hell March' starts up, and naturally, the crowd starts to boo.
WE WANT WAR! WAKE UP!
Announcer: The following contest is schedualed for one fall. Introducing first, from Airstrip One, weighing in at 234 lbs., Joe One!
Joe makes a snide look to the crowd.
Announcer: And his opponent, already in the ring, from Detroit, Michigan, weighing in at 310 lbs., Sgt. Slaughter!
Slaughter does his salute and the crowd goes mad. One gets in the ring, not taking his eyes off of the Sargent. The referee checks both men, and signals to start the match.
*ding ding ding*
One and Slaughter circle the ring as a 'USA' chant starts. The two lock up. They pace back and forth in the hold before One performs a drop toe hold on Slaughter. One runs to the ropes, but Slaughter moves out of the way before One can do any damage. Unfortunatly, One was prepared for this, and lands a Don't Worry About the Government on him. One lands a stiff kick to the back and Slaughter shouts in agony. One lands another kick to the back, setting up an inverted DDT. Almost instantly after, he locks in the First Lightning, which Slaugter quickly taps to.
*ding ding ding*
Announcer: Here is your winner, Joe One!
Joe stays in the hold for a few seconds before letting go. His arm is raised by the referee as he still looks bored. He quicky gets out of the ring and walks to the back as we...
*TAKE A DUMP COMMERCIAL BREAK*
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Post by Ultimo Chocula on May 1, 2007 13:53:26 GMT -5
"The following is a message from the King of The EWT, King Ultimo Choculon." (In front of a backdrop with his crown logo and standing behind a podium is Ultimo wearing a solid white three piece suit. As always he's flanked by The Daryl Dragon and PsyToni Tennille on either side of him.) UC: "Hola, my fine Choconauts! Listen up cuz I got all kinds of good *BEEP!* for you today!" Tennille: "Things are happening!" UC: "Damn skippy! Do you know what week it is? Do ya? It's Crapamania week! The biggest week of the year! The other 51 weeks suck!" Tennille: "Although the annual Knitting Expo in Barkley, Iowa is quite the wing ding." UC: "Now then! This Sunday is Crapamania, and the whole world wants to know just how I feel about facing that little punk Apple Jacks Jupiter! The word on the street is he's aching to prove himself here in the EWT. Now I say, he's got a lot to learn!" Tennille: "School of hard knocks!" UC: "And those knocks shall be delivered by none other than yours truly! You see kids, Jack O Lame-tern is so eager to prove to everybody that he's a big boy that he'll let his fool mouth get him into trouble that he won't be able to get out of! Case in point, me! This wet behind the ears noobie is facing the living legend in a match of my own design! The I Surrender match! Not to shabby, eh?" Tennille: (pretending to not know the details) "But Ultimo. What is an I Surrender match?" UC: "Glad you asked! The I Surrender match will feature myself on one side and dip stick on the other! We will each have someone in our corner representing us! I, of course, will have The Daryl Dragon backing me up. Meanwhile Jack Off will have his brother Jupiter or whoever the hell he digs up representing him, be it his mother, D&D buddies, or the drummer from Europe!" Tennille: "And what will their partners be doing?" UC: "Simple! Our partners will sit at ringside and observe the goings on in the ring! Then, when Jack-O's face is a puddle of goo, his partner will do this. Show 'em, Daryl!" (Daryl begins waving a white flag.) UC: "Bam! And there it is! Defeat, me hearties! Defeat by your partner admitting that they represent a wimp! That's gonna suck for the Jupiter family!" Tennille: "And how do you know you will be victorious at Crapamania!" UC: "Because it is written in the prophecy of the Cultimo Personality Bible! Ladies and jerks, I give to you...........drumroll please...................The Book of the Super Rad! Check it out, *BEEP!*faces!" (UC produces a notebook from his jacket and flicks the pages to the camera. Each page is scribbled on single space from front and back.) Tennille: "The Cultimo Pers............(legit confused)............wait, what?" UC: "The Cultimo Personality, that's what! I figured that since I was the first ever King of this scrap heap it's only a matter of time before I revered as a god. So I whipped up this little tome last night." Tennille: "You wrote all of that in one night? There must be over a hundred pages in there!" UC: "A hundred and fifty two to be precise! I chugged a Heartpumper Shake around 1:00am last night and I cranked it out in only three hours. I have to say it's a pretty good read for a first draft." Tennille: "Your own religion. Neat!" UC: "It's more that just neat! It's double neat! Now then! Let's see what it has to say about my match vs the runt of the Jupiter clan!" (UC takes out a pair of glasses and proceeds to read from his manifesto.) UC: "And Crapamania did come, and with that the usual pageantry that comes with it. Also, there were Muppets. So forth came the little Jupiter boy, his face a sloppy splat of acne and cookie crumbs, his physique a pasty straight line with nipples, and there was no rejoicing from anyone. And out came the Ultimo dressed in a cape of pure peacock feathers and the crown Mark Arm used to wear in Mudhoney, and the crowd did cheer so loudly that the Martians did hear it on their red planet in which they dwell. And so the Ultimo did whup the Jupiter lad within an inch of his life. There was the Lariat to the head, the Super Kick to the face, his balls were squished by the Atomic Drop. Finally, in thy mercy, Ultimo did plant his adversary into the mat with the Holy Sugar Fix, and the crowd did say "Jeebus! That hadda hurt!" and the white flag was waved. Afterwords there was a celebration, and the Dr. Pepper flowed and someone brought a tray of brownies, and there was a party crasher who was then thrown out on thine ass. Amen." (UC gives a knowing nod to the camera.) UC: "You see! It is written, so it's bound to happen!" Tennille: "It's hard to argue with that!" UC: "It gets better! Listen to this!" (He continues reading.) UC: "In the year 2038, there will be borne a child from the womb of a Brazilian super model. He will brew in her oven for one week and when he is borne he will already be 16 years old. His hair will be coloured 2000 flushes blue and his eyes will shoot waves of creamsicle yumminess into the brains of the faithfull. He will have six wings, a kick ass pair of Pumas, and one third of his body weight will be schlong. This living miracle shall be the rebirth of the Ultimo, who passed away twenty years earlier when it was physically impossible for him to become more cooler than he was, and he shall bring the Super Rad to those who have suffered without it. The Choconauts who have kept the faith in these lean years will rejoice and there will be ANOTHER party, this time with a 3 on 3 basketball tournament, jelly bean burritos, and a Twilight Zone marathon. Thusly, Ultimo 2 will bring Super Rad to the land that has been suffering in lameness for two decades. Hot damn." Tennille: "That sounds like fun!" UC: "Fun? This is the rapture! Of course it will be fun! Not only that, Daryl and Tennille will have their own sect of followers who will live in their example! AM radio! Bad jokes! Worse hair! And this sect will follow their two leaders into the promised land of variety shows!" Tennille: "Wow! I wonder what we'll call our religion." Daryl: "Hat-ism!" (Daryl grins like a dope while UC wraps this thing up.) UC: "And so, Jacks! You see your chances at Crapamania are as slim as you are! Not only is my victory assured, it's gospel!" (With that UC waves his hand and we fade to the next segment.) ____________________________________________________ How To Make A Heartpumper Shake
Ingredients *One 20oz Mountain Dew *Three scoops of unbrewed Folger's Crystals *The tobacco from five Lucky Strikes
Shake Chug Do not regurgitate
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Post by teamireland on May 1, 2007 18:24:20 GMT -5
*Team Ireland, specifically Coach O'Hare, Aidan Donnelly & Sean McCann are standing backstage with Marisol Kaneshall.* Marisol: Hi, I'm Marisol Kaneshall & I don't have funny thigs to say before I start interviews. Mr. Coachman, at Crap-A-Mania !!!! your two cute boys will have to face a whole lot of other cute guys & some ugly guys if you want to get those shiny gold belts back. Have you any words for the guys you're team is facing? O'Hare: Well, I do have a few interesting observations, love. Firstly, Team Ireland are the longest reigning tag-team champions in EWT history. Aidan & Sean had those belst for 140 days & when we take them again at Crap-A-Mania !!!!, who knows, we may just break our own record.
But have you noticed the list of teams we have to go against? During our record breaking title reign, we NEVER faced any of these teams before. Let's analyze them a wee bit, shall we? Dorf & Ape Love: A team that is divided against itself cannot stand, hence they will fall to us. They may have got the drop on Aidan & Sean before, but this time we're ready for their tactics. Here, sure Ape probably won't even show up. Ya know that fella, like. The Nyrds: Spike & Noel. The very fellas we beat to become #1 contenders to the tag titles we held for 140 days. We owe them that much. We've beat them before & it'll happen again. Boogie Knights 3000: Don't know much about them... but that Maxx Awesome lad seems awfully familiar... & dashingly handsome to boot. Big & Bad: Mr. Big thinks he's the best "giant" in EWT? I'd like to see him take on Shane! He'd crumple! But that's for another time. As for Mr. Bad? He's a few buckets of KFC away from a heart attack. He'll probably snuff it before he even makes it to Crap-A-Mania !!!! Cidal Squad: These lads are... good. But they can't really compare to my fellas, like. They don't really have the panache to do it, do they? Team Raftshack: No... Simply, NO! Now, when I put it all into perspective like that, don't you see why Team Ireland will, nay, MUST come out on top? We have the edge over all thes teams. There's only one thing they need to remember come Crap-A-Mania !!!! YOU WILL NEVER BEAT THE IRISH!
*O'Hare & co. march off, no doubt planning some evil deeds for their Crap-A-Mania !!!! match as Marisol looks blankly into the camera.*
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Post by Borash on May 1, 2007 18:29:29 GMT -5
*Interior. A "not bad" looking apartment. A handsome Mexican man is seen standing in front of a full-length mirror. He has a pencil-thin moustache & he's slicking his hair back. He's wearing a shiny silver shirt (unbuttoned) & tight black leather trousers. When he's done fixing his hair, he puts both hands behind his head, swivels his hips in circular motion & thrusts towards the mirror. He turns around to see the camera.* Mexican man: Hola, amigos! Mi llamo Jose Sexy, professional wrestler. I have been working here in Mejico for many years, but am ready to move on up to a more international market. However, my life is not all about the wrestling. I like to party, I like to celebrate... I like to DANCE, amigos! But what is it to dance without a partner? *He whistles sharply. A tall, skinny German man enters the room, dressed identically to Jose.* Jose: Now I know what you are thinking, but this gentleman is NOT my "partner", in that way. We are tag-team partners, this is true, but not "partners". No, he is my brother... German man: Ja, Ich heisse Hans Sexy. And my brother here speaks of partners for, tonight, we intend to find ourselves some sexy American dance partners... LET US GO! Jose:*Winking at the camera* To the SEX-Series Jaguar! * This music starts playing.* *Cut to footage of Jose & Hans driving around in their pimped out convertible, the roof is down & the stereo is pumping.* *Jose & Hans are in a night club ordering drinks from an attractive barmaid. Jose winks at her & she turns away slightly repulsed. He & his brother high-five.* *Hans & Jose are admiringthe women in the club as they walk past. Hans slaps on woman on the arse. She turns around & slaps him right across the face. He stumbles back slightly surprised & his drink spills a little. He & his brother high-five again.* *Hans & Jose are on the dance floor. A number of women are dancing near them. Hans & Jose call one woman over. They begin...umm... dry humping her right there. The woman takes two drinks from a nearby table, throws one in each of their faces & storms off. Hans & Jose high-five eachother, yet again.* *The music starts to fade down a little.* Hans & Jose: Soon it will be SEXY TIME!!! EWT, be ready for the Sexy Brothers. *Both continue dancing wildly as we fade out.*
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Post by dorf on May 2, 2007 15:19:48 GMT -5
*We return back to commercial with dorf & ape love set for action against the Beverly Brothers. Let's take it to Howard Finkel in the ring!* Finkel: This match is scheduled for ONE-FALL and it is for the EWT World Tag-Team Championships. To my right are the opponents, weighing in tonight at a combination of 542 pounds, from Shaker Heights, Blake & Beau Beverly, THE BEVERLY BROTHERS! *The crowd boo's, while Blake & Beau blow kisses and raise their arms up to get the crowd riled in boo-boo voodoo. Their spoiled rich looks made Joan Rivers flutter like a schoolgirl. Anyways, enough of this jibber-jabber nonsense, its time FOR THE FACES!!* Finkel: *Dorf's music plays* Coming down the aisle, weighing in at 270 pounds, from Filthadelphia, Pencilvania, he is one-half of the EWT World Tag-Team Champions, DORF! *Dorf walks out underneath the CrapTron to cheers and a little bit of boo's that sounded a little disheartening. He shrugged his shoulders and immediately thereafter raised his belt high for a little pryotechnics show to enlighten the crowd. BOOM! BOOM! uh....BOOM!* *As dorf continued to walk down the aisle, the Beverly Brothers looked on with a sniveling invitation to get those yummy tag-belts off of dorf and ape love, who have been champions for not so long. Once dorf made it to about half-way on the aisle toward the ring, APE LOVE APPEARS OUT OF NOWHERE! WELL...I THINK! Here's what he looks like:* *The person hit Beau Beverly in the back of the head as Blake turns around to see his fallen compadre and moves behind, only to see he is about to be whacked in the head with a baseball bat. This person lets out a big WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!! and then he revealed himself to be APE LOVE, OH MY GOD!* *In the midst of all this, dorf is just standing in the middle of the aisle, sorta shocked, and sorta disappointed. He continues to watch as the popcorn heats up from the microwave. Meanwhile, back to the ring, Ape Love hits a Tree Hugger and covers both of the Beverly Brothers on top of each other.* *The referee swaggers in and attempts to tell ape love that the match hasn't even started. Ape love almost turned back into psychoapeguy with an evil stare of 'START THE DAMN MATCH!' With no other choice, the referee rings the bell to start the match.* DING!, DING!, DING!Ape: cover you pigeon-squab of a ref. Referee: *nervously* 1! 2! 3! Winners: by pinfall and STILL EWT World Tag-Team Champions, ape love & dorf!*Dorf shows a pissed off look as he walks away from ape love. He yells some barely audible words to the crowd that sounded like "Why does he do this, EVERY TIME?!"* *Ape Love looks at dorf with a happy smile as the camera fades for commerical, knowing full-well what's in store for Crap-a-Mania.*
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Post by Oceanic on May 3, 2007 0:12:56 GMT -5
The Fink: "The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is for the EWT Tri State Championship!"
Being led to the ring by The Genius comes Mr. Perfect, smiling smugly at the fans and throwing his towel around. The Genius opens the ropes for Perfect, who enters and puts both arms in the air as he's being announced.
The Fink: "Introducing first, from Robbinsdale Minnesota and weighing in at 260lbs...........MR. PERFECT!"
With that Perfect spits his gum out and slaps it into the sixth row. "From Sinking" blares over the PA and both Perfect and The Genius look toward the entry ramp, peeved about their introduction being rudely interrupted.
The Fink: "And his opponent, from Kauai Hawaii, weighing at 126lbs, she is the current EWT Tri State Champion.............OCEANIC!"
With the title around her waist Oceanic walks out from the back and heads down to the ring. She enters and takes the belt off, holding it above her head and shaking her head "no" at Perfect. She then turns to The Genius and knocks off his graduation cap, which doesn't sit too well with him or Perfect. She hands the belt to the ref and backs up to her corner, cracking her knuckles and staring at Perfect as The Genius collects his hat and leaves the ring. Ding! Ding!
Oceanic charges in and body tackles a very surprised Perfect and lays into him with multiple Thai Elbows, perhaps to get another easy victory like last week. Perfect, however, throws her off and staggers up, checking his face for blood (there isn't any). He turns around and gets a big chop across his chest and sent into the ropes to get taken down with a spinning heel kick. Oceanic grabs a handful of blonde hair and pulls Perfect up just to dropkick him right in the face, sending Perfect flying backwards into the turnbuckles, which was a bad move because Oceanic charges in an blasts him with a Knee Bazooka. Oceanic snap mares Perfect to the center of the ring and applies the Jungle Vine Twist. Perfect struggles and slowly he begins to escape the hold, but Oceanic won't have it and she releases the hold herself just to kick Perfect right in the back of the head. Perfect, groggy, gets up to a vertical base and Oceanic measures him with some very stiff punches right in the chest, each strike getting an "OH!" from the fans. She hits the ropes and takes Perfect down with a lariat (!) and goes for the win.
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Kickout. Oceanic picks Perfect up and gives him a Swinging Neck Breaker followed by the Lionsault/Double Legdrop combo and tries for the win again.
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Kickout. Oceanic sends Perfect into the ropes and attempts a leapfrog but Perfect puts on the breaks and clotheslines her down to the mat. She springs back up only to get a series of fists to the head, sent into the ropes, and BAAAAAAAAACK BODY DROP! Oceanic lands right on her caboose, much to the delight of the fans, and she's in the perfect (ha ha) position for a Rolling Neck Snap. Oceanic grabs her neck and rolls on the mat as Perfect measures her for an elbow drop. He covers.
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Kickout. Perfect picks her up for a suplex but Oceanic knees him in the head causing him to drop her. She lands on her feet and chops Perfect across the chest and she hits the ropes. Perfect sees this and he attempts a clothesline but she ducks it and jumps over the top rope and takes out the Genius with a Suicida! Poffo hits the deck and Oceanic turns to get back in the ring but Perfect is there with a knee lift right as she bends over between the ropes. Perfect delivers two forearm shots in the back and sets her up for the Perfect Plex! He lifts her up and she lands on her back with her leg hooked!
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Suddenly Oceanic elbows Perfect in the head and quickly rips Perfect's arm away from her leg and after some back and forth she locks him in TAAS. Perfect is caught in the center of the ring and he struggles his way toward the ropes. Oceanic sees this and she leans forward so Perfect has to lean back onto his neck or have his elbow broken. She keeps Perfect in the predicament until Perfect's neck gets tired and his shoulders hit the mat while TAAS are still applied.
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The Fink: "Here is your winner, and still EWT Tri State Champion................OCEANIC!"
Oceanic lets go as The Genius, still feeling it from the Suicida earlier, enters the ring to check on Perfect. The ref hands the belt over to Oceanic and she hops up on the buckles, holding the belt up with one arm and giving the bird with the other. The crowd boos her as she places the title over her shoulder and walks over to the camera man and points over to Mr. Perfect on the mat and holding his arm in pain. She then faces the camera to send a message.
"This Sunday, that will be you Virus. I really hope you know what you've gotten yourself into."
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Post by The Lach is very tired on May 3, 2007 4:21:56 GMT -5
*Spaz is sitting backstage when Spyke walks past & scowls at him. Spaz stands & grabs Spyke by the arm.*
Spaz: What happened to you bro? You had it all going for you. We were Generation Tech. You, Limey, Gas & myself were closer then brothers! The world was our oyster & you threw it away! Where is the Spyke that I saw had all the potential in the world? The Spyke that I knew always had my back & I always had his. The Spyke that the fans cheered whenever he stepped in the ring. The Spyke that wore championship gold. He is the true Spyke you have only forgotten. I know that he is still in there beneath the pain, beneath the torment he still lingers. He-
*Spyke grabs Spaz by the shoulders & stares straight into his eyes.*
Spyke: That man is gone, that Spyke is dead, Generation Tech is dead!
*Spyke then turns & disappears up the corridor. The camera pans back to Spaz.*
Spaz: He may be dead, Generation Tech may be dead but I know that we are not forgotten.
CUT TO PROMO FOR CMIV
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Post by crauswell on May 4, 2007 1:57:21 GMT -5
We return from commercial, as Ricky Steamboat's theme starts up, the crowd giving a huge nostalgic pop as he waves at all the Sesame Place guests, walking up and hopping into the ring quickly, looking quite ready.
Announcer: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first... from Honolulu Hawaii, weighing in at 235 pounds, Ricky Steamboat!
Steamboat walks over, grabbing the announcer's microphone, as he looks towards the ramp-way, eyes growing quite angry.
Steamboat: A few weeks ago... I WAS ASSAULTED BY MY OPPONENT TONIGHT! This cold hearted beast... surrounded and beat the living hell out of me! Well, I'm feeling much better now... and I have a proposal for you Crauswell, because I KNOW YOU HAVEN"T FORGOTTEN ABOUT ME! If you've got the guts to come out and face me... right here, right now, then why don't you waddle out and I can show you the error of your ways.
HUBOON Stomp almost immediately comes on... as Crauswell heads out from the back, clad in his robe, lower the hood as he's joined from behind by his three friends, his mate riding from atop his shoulders piggy-back style, which Craus shows absolutely no problem with holding the skunk man up, arms folded now as he pulls out a microphone of his own up to his shattered beak.
Crauswell: Hmmm... for a pathetic whelp, you certainly have alot of blind courage. You know, you're absolutely right, I should give you another chance since I obliterated you last time, then I realized though, I didn't have anything to do with it.So you see, it wouldn't be fair for you just to challenge myself... since you want revenge on EVERYONE that beat "the living hell out of you" as you so rightly deserved, you pathetic being, I shall allow this, not only to satisfy your insane request, but to send another message to my future opponent... to my unmitigated COWARD of an adversary, that no matter what garbage spews from your lips... it will not stop me from DEVOURING YOU! As for you Steamboat... Rabido will be happy to accept the first challenge.
The wolf man steps forward, rubbing his... paws together, as he glares right at Steamboat, charging and sliding into the ring, obviously the quickest of the four, sliding right under Steamboat as Crauswell grabs the microphone.
Crauswell: Now... RING THAT BELL!!!
Rabido pops up on the other side of Steamboat as said bell sounds... rather reluctantly, as the wolf starts unleashing from nasty knife edge cops, backing Steamboat into the ropes, as he keeps it up, whipping him off to the other side, bouncing off the ropes himself, then leaping right over Steamboat, as he comes back, catching and sending him flying with an Arm Drag! Steamboat charges back, Rabido catching and launching with another one, as Steamboat charges once again, again Rabido catching and hitting another Arm Drag, Steamboat however rolls through this one, sending the furry flying with a drag of his own! Rabido growls, charging back, right into another Arm Drag from Ricky, himself charging as well, into another, this one a deeper one. Rabido quickly rises up, as Steamboat switches to a hammerlock, keeping some pressure on this arm. Rabido manages to spin out of it, grabbing and locking on one of his own, running around the ring and rolling through, sending the wolf flying to the outside! Steamboat looks quite pleased, backing up and charging at Rabido as he rises, hitting a Baseball Slide to the face!
Rabido stumbles back, as Steamboat starts unleashing some knife edges of his own, backing Rabido into the ring apron, chopping away, as he grabs and rolls him back into the ring. He plays to the crowd a bit, before sliding in... pumping himself up and leaping for a nice dropkick to the wolf's masked face, sending him back down! Steamboat pulls him up, hoisting him up for a Scoop Slam, but Rabido slips down behind, leaping up and hitting a quick jumping neck-breaker! Steam groans, Rabido sitting his opponent up, quickly delivering some rather stiff kicks to the back of the neck, before pulling him up, right into a Hangman's Sleeper! Steamboat gasps for air, flailing wildly in the wolf's grip, who delivers a knee to the back, before dropping him on both feet again, grabbing and hitting a running bulldog, driving him face first into the mat. He quickly covers 1...2 Steamboat kicks out.
Rabido simply walks behind, leaping and hitting a dropkick to the back of the neck, before popping up, running off the ropes and following up with a rolling neck snap, doing further damage! Steamboat grasps slightly at the area as Rabido turns around, hitting a standing moonsault press, rolling back off of Steamboat's form, before pulling him back up by the neck, positioning for a Reverse DDT. Steamboat however, fights out, using some quick elbows, spinning and turning it into a Snap Suplex! He quickly pulls Rabido up, connecting with a successful Scoop Slam to the mat, the wolf quickly rising up to all fours as he struggles to his feet, receiving a jumping Judo Chop from Steamboat sending him back into the ropes, as Steamboat grabs and whips him off, launching him up for a Back Body Drop! Rabido hits the mat hard again, once again rising up, as Steamboat simply sends him back off again, going for a second one, Rabido however leaping over and turning it into a Sunset Flip! 1...2....
Steamboat escapes again. Rabido simply pulls him back up, only to get another series of knife edge chops, as Steamboat rears back, unleashing a brutal shuffle side kick, rocking the wolf furry and knocking him back into the ropes, as he leans there, Steamboat advancing again and letting forth another series of knife edges, battering that slightly armored chest, as he grabs him once again, sending him off the ropes, charging right into a nasty running knee lift from Rabido! Steamboat gets turned inside out, groaning and clutching his chest area, as the wolf guy stands over now, hoisting Ricky up by his head and delivering some quick knees to the chest, then leaping and driving him chest first with a "Stomach Blower" of sorts, Steamboat springing back from the impact, landing back on his back, as he groans. Rabido runs off the ropes, hitting a flipping Senton in mid run, then rolling back to his feet, moonsaulting right into a leg drop across the same area! The crowd pops slightly for this unique move... until Rabido glares at them... growling angrily, as if to say, "I'm not here to impress you." He turns back around, Steamboat rolling along the mat, as the wolf hoists him up again, sending him back first into the turnbuckle, charging and hitting a Moonsault kick, landing on his feet, then hitting a enziguri in quick succession, as Steamboat stumbles forward. The wolf looks towards the top turnbuckle, leaping atop, right into a Corkscrew Moonsault, into a move he calls "Bane of the Wolf" connecting and driving the air out of Steamboat as he gasps in pain, Rabido covering now. 1....2....
3!!!
Rabido wins this one... though not without a fight. Crauswell still has a microphone as he watches, seeming to not even have moved an inch as he looks on, Steamboat struggling to his feet.
Crauswell: Hmmmph... still standing after one match, you've got some tenacity I suppose... but that was only round one. Now then, your next opponent is waiting to continue this test... so Bobby... go ahead and pick up the scraps!
The "kangaroo" nods, bounding forward and quickly climbing into the ring, Steamboat struggles to his feet, only to get hit with a body blow, sending him hunched over, as "Boundin" Bobby Jones starts unleashing some nasty punches to the skull, sending Ricky stumbling back further, as he looks up, just in time to receive a nasty Big Boot to the face, taking him down, as he rolls onto his back, Bobby leaping atop and mounting, continuing with even more vicious punches, as Steamboat covers his face, trying to protect himself. Jones gets back off himself, pulling Steamboat up with him, delivering a simple head-butt to the face, before whipping him into the turnbuckle, backing up and delivering a running Yakuza kick, knocking Steamboat down, now sitting in the bottom corner, as Jones now starts scraping his foot across his opponent's face, backing up and silently looking down, seeming to be waiting for him to get back up. Steamboat slowly rises to his feet, from out of the corner, rearing back and starting to unleash a few more knife edges, backing Jones up a bit, as he charges full speed, right into a flapjack across the top rope from the much fresher... "man. Steamboat stumbles back, clutching at it, as Bobby hoists him up and drops him with a Manhattan Drop, before beginning to unleash more stiff punches to the face, Steamboat groaning as he stumbling back, as Jones bounces off the ropes, charging for a lariat, Steamboat intercepting with a dropkick to the knee!
Bobby drops down slightly, grasping slightly, as Steamboat starts kicking at the area, trying to gain an advantage now, pulling the leg up and taking the "roo" down with a Dragon Screw, rising and pulling the same leg up, kicking at the area. Bobby growls, using his other leg and viciously kicking at Steamboat, eventually shaking him off, as he starts rising up, Ricky assaulting him again with even more chops as he does so, grabbing and hitting him with a jawbreaker, jarring Jones slightly, as he quickly climbs to the top rope, readying himself, only for Bobby to charge and hit him with a boot as he's perched, Steamboat looking on in total pain as Bobby yanks him off, setting him up for and sending him off the ropes, charging and hitting the lariat from earlier, completing the "Down Under Devastator" Steamboat lays down and out, as Bobby drops down to cover. 1....2....
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Steamboat loses again, as Jones exits the ring just like Rabido, to no fanfare... the crowd still booing, now chanting "Somebody End This!" Crauswell ignores these pleas, still watching on as Jones returns to his side as well, as he looks back in the ring, Ricky once again trying to rise back up, with much more difficulty.
Crauswell: Still you persist inferior mammal. It makes me sick... how a man so outmatched continues to cling to his pathetic pride, rather than simply laying still like he should be! Very well... Maultolov here is next.. go and teach him how superior we are!
The "bear" stomps down to the ring, quite the powerful looking furry, as he steps over the ropes with a bit of difficulty, as Steamboat rises slowly, shaking off the cobwebs as best as he can, as Maultolov starts unleashing some vicious clubs to the back, Ricky grasping at the area now, as Maultolov viciously stomps at the area now, pulling him back up and hoisting him up with ease into a Backbreaker, then pulling him back up and carrying him a few steps, then driving him down for another, pulling him up again, then setting up and finishing with a Pendulum Backbreaker! Steamboat yelps out in pain, grasping at the area further, as Grimpaws pulls him up with ease, hoisting him up into a Military Press, launching him high, then catching and dropping him back down in a Samoan Drop! Steamboat groans, again trying to get to his feet still, Maultolov following, grabbing him by the throat and tossing him back first into the turnbuckle, as Steamboat grimaces again, only to get driven back in as the bear charges in for a shoulder tackle, driving it in a few more times, before whipping Ricky off to the other side, charging full speed and engulfing him with a corner splash! Steamboat lands hard, seated and clutching desperately at that back, as Maultolov slowly reaches down, once again pulling Steamboat up, onto his shoulders again, as he locks on a Torture Rack , applying pressure now, as Steamboat screams out in pain... quite helpless right now, as Grimpaws, still holding, sets him up, then drops him down in a Celtic Cross! Steamboat just lies there... as the bear covers. 1....2....
NO! Steamboat gets the shoulder up... somehow, someway. Maultolov simply gets back up, yanking Steamboat up again, driving him down for a powerbomb, pulling him back up and right into a second one... then finishing up and dropping him down hard with a Ganso Bomb... with a finisher he calls the Maultolov Cocktail. Steamboat lays completely limp... not even moving now, as Grimpaws simply covers. 1....2....
3.
Yet again, Steamboat loses, the furry simply rolling out of the ring. He seems to get some more life in himself though, as he gets up on all fours, with quite a bit of effort. Crauswell looks on, not impressed.
Crauswell: Hmmmph... the prey continues to cling on. I must admit... you are truly determined to try and avenge yourself, but it's all for naught. You could've simply been annihilated by myself by now and gone away to rest in a nice hospital bed, but no... you just had to be the imbecilic hero and challenge us all. Now you're going to pay dearly... go ahead my mate, let's continue the punishment.
"Brandon" hops off, nodding, then hugging his mate to the crowd disapproval, before heading down to the ring, sliding inside and standing overhead, Steamboat barely able to rise up... as he turns around, facing the skunk guy and rearing back, hitting the hardest knife edge he can muster, Brandon returning the favor with one of his own, as Steamboat hunches over, Brandon charging and hitting a running STO, Steamboat landing and grasping that back again. The furry simply gets back up, pulling Steamboat up with him, then leaping and hitting a simple Jumping Piledriver, folding up his opponent as he simply lays atop, covering him. 1...2...
3.
Brandon rolls out of the ring, walking over and back to the group atop the rampway, as Crauswell nods with approval, patting the skunk's masked head, before simply walking forward, quickly removing his robe, tossing it and the microphone away, the bell ringing one final time. Steamboat is in no condition to face the former Ox Division Champion, as he ascends the top turnbuckle, perching and waiting a moment.
Suddenly Square Dance starts up, the group gather atop the rampway, immediately all turning around... CASSINOVA meanwhile hopping the rampway behind Craus, leaping atop and shoving him off, sending him crashing into the canvas! Crauswell quickly gets to his feet, absolutely pissed, as he charges at Cass, who leaps off the ring apron before he can do anything. The furry is livid, as the others haven't noticed just yet. Suddenly Steamboat crawls over, rolling Crauswell up from behind! 1....2...
3!!!!
STEAMBOAT BEATS CRAUSWELL!!! The crowd goes nuts, as Crauswell quickly kicks out only a millisecond after three. He looks absolutely furious, reaching down and hoisting Steamboat up, looking for a Beak Buster now... when suddenly, somebody taps him from behind on the shoulder. The furry quickly turns around...
right into a CONFIDENCE BREAKER!!!! The crowd goes nuts once again as Chance Confidence stands in the ring, arms folded, a big smirk on his face as he looks down, Cassinova grabbing the discarded microphone as he looks on in ring.
Cass: Oh... that has just gotta suck, man. I mean, it's very rare for someone outside of EWT to come in here and win against an established veteran, but unfortunately it looks like you're on the wrong end of that situation tonight. I mean, it has to be especially bad, since you just got KTFO'ed by your old nemesis a few days before a title match, and you have to face the absolute best EWT has ever had to offer.
Chance can be faintly heard in the background going, "I know I am!" Meanwhile, Cassinova stands right beside Crauswell and crouches down to talk to him personally.
Cass: Craus... if you can still hear me (because that was a pretty nasty drop on your head right there), I want you to do one thing for me before this match. You know that title of mine that you carry around and act like you own? I want you to cherish that title. You may treat it like a red-headed stepchild now, but I want you to treat it like it's yours again. Shine it up real nice, make it smell good, wax it, all of that. Get everything out of it that you possibly can, because come Crap-A-Mania IV, you may never... ever... get your talons on that belt again. I may be pretty banged up going into this match, but I've got more than enough in me to kick your feathered ass from here to 1982. Marinate on that. I'll see you at Crap-A-Mania...
He tosses the microphone to Chance, as he exits the ring, the young man catching it with ease, as he looks at the crowd.
Chance: Birdy... Birdo... Birdon... when are you gonna learn? I don't what the devil you're doing with a pack of escaped animals from the local zoo, nor why you're probably raping that one with the poofy tail, but hey... that's not my business. What is my business is you... siccing those clown's on Cassinova here, a young rising upstart in the EWT... almost as good as myself, and trying to maim him! So he stole that idiotic pile of discarded rags ya stitched into a feather bag... wish I had thought of that, but really you ugly winged pigeon... GROW THE BLOODY wax UP! You're a pathetic waste of fur, wings, and beaks. I thought that you would at least have the guts to stand up face to face with Cass here, instead of assaulting him time and time again... what happened?! I remember back during our epic encounter, which I won of course, that you were just fine attacking me from behind by YOURSELF! Now it look's like you've resorted to a bunch of nobody indy freaks who couldn't grapple their way out of a damn doggy carrier! Well bud... you said you wanted Cass to bring back up to the big old bad Extinction Chamber of yours, guess what... he decided to go with the best the EWT has ever had to offer... Former Tri State Champion... perfection personified... CHANCE..........Confidence. Guess what else Crausy, you just got beat at your own little game there.
Crauswell groans, slowly rising up now, as Cassinova slides into the ring, simply laying him out with a California Dream Driver! Meanwhile atop the stage, Reaper, Christian Clearwater, and Mista Phreeze have all appeared atop the rampway from the back, keeping them from interfering with this speech, as Chance nods with approval, looking back at Cass.
Chance: You what else? This Sunday at Crapmania!!!!, you are once again gonna get beat in your stupid little match... by that STUPID so called pathetic Ox Division Champion of the EWT... CASSI....nova! So yeah, furry boy... to put it quite simply, you're gonna be left....
Cassinova reaches over now, taking the microphone.
Cassinova: JUST JEALOUS!
Crauswell slowly rises up again, looking absolutely pissed, using the ropes to lift himself off the mat, barely able to stand after this succession of moves, as finally, Crauswell's back up charges over, Chance cutting the skunk off with some quick fists, as Cass's own crew starts brawling with the others, the crowd going nuts, as Cass watches on nodding, then looking back at Crauswell... who is barely standing in the ring, glaring back as we instantly cut to commercial.
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Ragnal
Game Genie
Yanno what they say: All toasters toast El Dandy
Posts: 8,677,836
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Post by Ragnal on May 4, 2007 11:47:35 GMT -5
*"Violence Fetish" plays as Joe Ragnal runs out to the cheering fans. Joe runs down the ramp and slides into the ring, where he meets Dusty Rhodes and his jelly belly. Without even waiting, Joe runs at Dusty and goes RIGHT for the enziguri! Not letting it end there, Joe picks Dusty up and whips him into the ropes, and runs at him with a headscissors. Joe spins around and locks Dusty's arm in, still keeping Dusty in the headscissors at the same time. Dusty collapses to his knees, and immediately taps out. Joe lets go of the hold, and grabs a mic.*
JOE: Chad...I gotta admit, this was just an eensy fraction of action before the FUN House. And believe me...what happens in the FUN House...is gonna be torment...violence...but boy, it's gonna be a lot of FUN!
*With that, Joe srops the mic, and heads up the ramp, slapping hands as "Violence Fetish" plays.*
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Smarky
Mike the Goon
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Post by Smarky on May 4, 2007 17:17:21 GMT -5
[Smarky is sitting backstage holding his cell phone. He pauses for a moment, then hastily taps in a number and hits "SEND"]
Smarky: [Waits for several minutes] Hey Mr. One, it's Smarky. Just wondering if you were still considering my membership. I did handle that stuff with Mike Ragnal, if you recall. But don't get me wrong! I honestly think I can provide more than just muscle to Minipax! For example...I graduated at the top of my cooking class, so if you ever need, for example, a blintz, I'm the guy to call! I know all the hot clubs in town, and if you guys need a hookup, hell, I'm your man!
[Smarky pauses]
Smarky: OK, sorry about that. Maybe I'm coming on too strong, I don't know. I just really, really, really RUH-HEA-LY want to join. I've always been into the whole domination thing. Whips, chains, all that stuff! I remember this one time I was with this chick, and I was tied to the bed, wearing nothing but....
[Smarky looks around, and the camera pans out to reveal a small 5 year old boy looking at him]
Smarky: Ur.....a three piece suit. Yes sir, that's what we responsible adults do!
[The child wanders off]
Smarky: [Sighs with relief] But I digress. Just let me know when you have an answer, alrighty? Peace.
[Smarky shuts his phone and wanders off camera]
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Post by Guns of the Samuri on May 4, 2007 23:08:29 GMT -5
*The ring bell rang, as Junkyard Dog's theme started blaring, with the crowd giving him a warm responce. He made his wa down the ramp and got into the ring, posing a bit for the crowd. His music was then cut off, as "Mr. Jack" instrumental started playing. A few seconds later, Mr. Jack S. Manson entered the arena, with a few hired guards surrounding him. He had a mic in his hand and stopped at the top of the ramp, putting it to his lips*
Jack: Well then, I can see that my opponent is already in the ring. But... I won't be facing him tonight!
*The crowd booed out loud, as he smiled to all the people. He paused for a moment, before speaking again*
Jack: This man is an animal! He can't be trusted in the ring! I refuse to step into that ring with that hazard to humanity! *Suddenly, the ref walked over to the ropes, mic in hand*
Ref: Look, Jack, the match is already scheduled. You can't walk out on it
*Jack frowned deeply, looking around abit before responding*
Jack: Fine then! Ring the bell! Count me out
*The ref looked disgruntled, but turned and waved his hand, signalling for the bell to ring*
~Ding Ding Ding!~
*He then began counting, going as slowly as possible*
1...... 2...... 3......
*Manson sat there, looking smug, as JYD paced the ring, looking mad as ever.*
4...... 5...... 6......
*JYD finally grunted before going through the ropes, walking briskly up the ramp torwards Jack. He freaked, forcing his guards in front of him.*
7...... 8...... 9......
*He stopped, staring Jack down for a moment. He then jumped forward, diving for Mr. Manson. Jack jumped back as the guards rushed him, throwing him to the down and ganging up on him, starting to beat up on him*
~Ding Ding Ding!~
Announcer: Your winner, by Disqualification, The Junkyard Dog!
*The announcer could barely be heard over the loud boos emanating from the audience. Jack called them off the now bleeding Dog, picking up the mic he dropped and standing over him, now smug again*
Jack: You see? You acted against our rules. It is... Highly inappropriate to attempt to attack your opponent when they aren't ready. So I simply had them restrain you and deliver the appropriate punishment. Have a nice, clean day.
*He then dropped the mic on him before turning and leaving the arena*
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Post by The Bad Man on May 5, 2007 10:01:07 GMT -5
Backstage in the carpark and we can hear sirens, police sirens? Suddenly a police squad car races up and parks right ituside. Sirens wailing. The car doors open and out from the car appears Big and Bad, they then got to the boot and let out Terrible Ted the Bear. They then head to the EWT backstage area. Sum Guy rushes up microphone in hand clearly risking his life being so close to them
SUM GUY: Hi I'm Sum Guy and I have a Picnic Basket!
Sum Guy holds it up for all to see, suddenly a huge hand grabs the basket and throws it to the Bear. The Bear begins eating as Sum Guy looks up into the menacing eyes of Big and Bad!
SUM GUY: Erm .. Hi guys, where have you been you missed some matches and a title shot! Why have you got a police car?
Mr. Big grabs the microphone as Mr. Bad holds Sum Guy.
MR. BIG: We were detained, Sum. You may remeber that in our last appearence Mr. Bad here had to wrestle our Grizzly bear. Well some no-good animal rights group claimed we were being cruel to the bear. So they had us arrested.
SUM GUY: My goodness!
MR BAD (Gurgling Raspy voice): Yesh, just a pity that they forgot to take the bear .. flheh flhe.
MR. BIG Indeed, Apparently six animal rights members were maimed in the process, we got away thanks to Ted breaking the bars and have been on the ruun for two weeks. Once we left the state we cleared everything up with the authorities and now we are back!
SUM GUY: But that doens' explain the squad car.
MR. BAD (Gurgling and Raspy): Compenstation flheh flheh.
SUM GUY: For what?
MR. BIG: For wasting our time, much like you sum, Bad ...
Mr. Bad gives Sum Guy a big welcome back hug, unfortuantly it seems to be a The Bayanhongor Fracture Clasp. Sum Guy passes out from the intense pain of having his shoulders crushed backwards. Mr. Bad drops Sum Guy
MR. BIG: Now then, what happened to those bumbling baffons and out title shot. Mr. Bad this way!
The two men walk onwards into the EWT. Terible Ted begins to sniff and lick the semi-conscious Sum Guy
SUM GUY: Stop, that tickles ...
Big and Bad have hurried back and urge Terrible Ted the Bear to go with them using the Picnic basket as a lure.
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Ragnal
Game Genie
Yanno what they say: All toasters toast El Dandy
Posts: 8,677,836
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Post by Ragnal on May 5, 2007 11:58:30 GMT -5
*The Cidal Squad are in a backstage locker room, sharing with the people who dress up as the Sesame Characters. As the Elmo character changes behind them, Andy Duke and Johnathan Doe are putting their gear on, while Mike Ragnal, the EWT World title sitting next to him, sits on the bench next to them, his eyes closed.*
Duke: So, you ready for tomorrow?
Doe: I was born ready. This is the biggest opprotunity in our life. Climbing the ladder will be a symbol of The Cidal Squad's meteoric rise to the top of EWT!
Duke: So, you watch the tapes I've sent you of all the teams?
Doe: Most definatley. They won't have any advantadges on us tomorrow night. After our systematic destruction of every other team in the TLC Gauntlet, on our most important night in our careers so far, we'll achieve our destiny.
Duke: Most of all, we won't be jokes. We won't be filler. No, none of that! After tomorrow night, The Cidal Squad will be..THE GOLD STANDARD!
*Mike opens his eyes, and stands up between the two.*
MIKE: You have that right, Duke. Because after tomorrow, Mike Corral...Joe One...neither men are going to be able to walk out of that Tables match alive. NOR will they hold what I have here...MY World title! And after tomorrow, when all is said and done...when Turkey & Cheese have been devoured by the both of you...when the Peace is broken, and the X becomes PG...there will only be the Cidal Squad. And tomorrow...We. Will. DOMINATE.
Now...let's get going.
*Mike Ragnal hoists the World title onto his shoulder, and walks off, with Duke and Doe following behind.*
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Post by liontamer12 on May 6, 2007 0:12:47 GMT -5
*Camera pans from the crowd to the entranceway as Tribal music fills the arena. The bell tolls and Jimmy "Superfly" Snuka emerges.*
Announcer: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall and has a twenty minute time limit! Making his way to the ring, from the Fiji Islands, weighing in at 244 pounds...JIMMY "SUPERFLY" SNUKA!
*The crowd roars as the WWE legend shuffles down the ramp, flaring his "hang loose" hand signs. He enters the ring, gets on one knee and raises his "hang loose" hands in the air, getting an unexpected roar from the crowd. The camera cuts back to the entranceway as "I'm the King of my World" by Saliva plays and shakes the seats throughout the venue. John "The Lion" Valentine bursts through the curtain and stops before the ramp. He raises his hand next to his cheek as if he's pulling the string back on a bow.*
Announcer: And his opponent, from Oak Harbor, Washington, weighing in at 225 pounds...John "The Lion" Valentine!
*After this, he struts to the ring, slapping the hands of the reluctant crowd on the way. He slides into the ring and points at Snuka.*
JR: Welcome, everybody, to EWT! Tonight, we see the return of the obviously embarrassed John Valentine in action against the great Jimmy Snuka.
King: Both of these men have similar styles JR, this match might be a lesson in old school wrestling.
Snuka: You listen to me, John. If I call it, you do it...I almost can't do this stuff anymore.
*Valentine nods and the ref calls for the bell. It tolls a second time.*
JR: We are officially underway here and the look on both competitors is intense.
*Snuka and Valentine circle each other for a few brief moments and Valentine stops, stands up straight and offers Snuka a handshake.*
King: It looks like Valentine wants to show some respect JR!
JR: All I can say is that this young talent might be the good guy we're looking for.
*Snuka accepts with a nod and extends his arm to shake. They shake hands peacefully, much to the surprise of the crowd. A cheer echoes throughout the arena, muddled with a few jeers from the poor people in attendance (for some reason, poor people like their heels...). Snuka offers both hands for the test of strength. Valentine replies with locking hands with Snuka. The first pulse of strength comes from Snuka and quickly arches Valentine to his head.*
JR: My god! Look at the strength of Snuka! I didn't think he still had it in him!
King: He's really turning the screws on him this time!
*Valentine arches back up and reverses the pressure onto Snuka. Snuka arches as far as he can, but buckles and lands on his back. Valentine quickly reacts to the botch and goes for the pin.*
JR: The first cover of the match King...this can't be it...
*Snuka kicks out before the ref can get to his knees and the match continues.*
Valentine: You alright?
Snuka: Yeah, whip me.
*Valentine Irish Whips Snuka to the opposite rope and clotheslines Snuka back to his back. John begins to put Snuka into the Figure-Four-Leg lock, but Snuka pushes him into the corner with the opposite foot. Valentine turns around and Snuka delivers a high-flying cross body, allowing Valentine to fall on his back about eight feet from the corner.*
King: Look at that JR!
JR: The Superfly is doing a lot better than what I expected, King. He's still got some fire left!
*Snuka grabs the corner ropes and looks out at the crowd. The crowd rumbles extremely loud in anticipation of what Snuka might do next. Snuka ascends to the top rope over Valentine and raises his hands with the "hang loose" sign.*
JR: He's on the top rope! I can't believe it!
King: This maneuver may be too early in the game JR!
JR: You're right, King. A high-risk maneuver like this could make or break a match.
*The crowd screams with excitement as Snuka flies off the top rope and lands perfectly on Valentine with an elbow.*
JR: MY GOD! HE DID IT! I CAN'T BELIEVE IT!
King: HE DID IT!
*Snuka grabs Valentine's leg for the pin. The referee gets to his knees and begins the count.
ONE!.......*
Snuka: *Panting* You kick out of this, you hear?
*TWO!......
Valentine kicks out.*
Snuka: I didn't think you'd let me do this...now kick my ass.
JR: And The Lion kicks out. What a close call.
*The crowd lets out a disappointed "AWWW" as Valentine and Snuka get back on their feet. They lock up.*
JR: Collar elbow tie-up.
*Snuka reaches around and puts Valentine in a side headlock. Valentine quickly reverses it and back suplexes Snuka.*
King: That was quick thinking by Valentine.
JR: I tell ya', it takes that kind of quickness to get you out of sticky jams.
*Valentine picks up Snuka and Irish Whips him into the opposite rope. Snuka ducks under a clothesline. Valentine gets flat on his belly as Snuka skips over him. On the rebound, as Valentine turns around, Snuka delivers a diving elbow to Valentine, knocking him down. Valentine rolls over to his stomach as Snuka begins to pick him up. As he is brought to his feet, Valentine kicks Snuka in the midsection, bending Snuka in half. He quickly performs a momentous DDT.*
JR: There's the DDT...
*Valentine goes for the pin. The referee begins...
ONE......
TWO.....
*Snuka kicks out and rolls to his side. Valentine quickly goes to Snuka and picks him up. Valentine Irish Whips Snuka into the corner and begins to run toward Snuka fast.*
Valentine: Get out of the way!
*Snuka rolls away as Valentine smashes into the turnbuckle so hard that the bounce brings him to the center of the ring. Valentine, dazed and on his back...*
JR: Snuka seems to be just as quick as young Valentine!
King: Wow!
Valentine: *To the Ref* You tell Snuka to do the elbow again.
*The Ref slightly nods and goes over to Snuka.*
Ref: He wants you to elbow from the top again.
*Snuka raises his "hang loose" hands again as the crowd goes wild. He goes over to the corner and ascends to the top rope. The crowd goes nuts as Snuka prepares to make one giant leap toward Valentine.*
JR: He can't be thinking of this again!
King: He's on the top, JR.
*Snuka leaps into the air and at that very moment, time seems to stop as Snuka glides toward Valentine. Just as he makes impact with the elbow, time returns to normal as he makes a perfect hit. To Snuka's surprise, Valentine says:*
Valentine: Go for it.
*Snuka grabs Valentine's leg, and the Ref begins to count...
ONE.....
TWO....
THREE!
The Ref calls for the bell and begins to help up Snuka. The crowd gutter rolls in excitement as Snuka's hand is raised.*
JR: You know King, I didn't think Snuka could do it, but here he is!
King: Suit yourself JR, I knew he was going to win from the very beginning.
JR: Well folks, we've still got left to come a Special Tag Team Challenge Match between Mike Ragnal & Mike Corral and The Wrestle Posse, so stick around!
*The camera shows Valentine on the mat, panting and then returns to Snuka with his hands raised. The camera cuts, and Snuka looks at Valentine and winks. Valentine gives him a good smirk.*
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Maelstrom
AC Slater
The Tide Will Turn!
Posts: 236
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Post by Maelstrom on May 6, 2007 8:52:14 GMT -5
We return to ringside to find Howard Finkel with a microphone
THE FINK: Ladies and Gentlemen the following match is one fall ... Introducing first ...
From the speakers 'To Be Loved' by Papa Roach hits. The crowd is on it's feet
THE FINK: He hails from San Diego, CA and weighs in at 229lbs. He will be putting his main event spot at Crap-a-Mania on the line ... he is The 'Angel of Death' Mike Corral!
The crowd cheers wildly as Mike Corral walks out from the back, he gives a shout to the fans and then heads to the ring. He hops through the ropes and awaits his challenger.
THE FINK: The challenger ...
The lights dim and smoke rises from the stage, The first Strands of 'Le Gran Luxe' begin to play
THE FINK: Hailing from the Aquarium, he weighs in at around 290lbs ... he is Maelstrom!
The smoke explodes as Maelstrom walks through it, no fancy pose or taunt towards the fans. Maelstrom's sole attention is on Mike Corral. He enters the ring and they both stand off from one an other.
The Bell Rings
The two men have words, but that soon ends as Maelstrom throws a hammer like punch and they are off. The pair trade punches like there lives depended on it, Maelstrom gains the upperhand being the better brawler but overexposes himself allowing Corral to get a knee into his gut and the tieing up. Mike Corral swings it around with a hammerlock and holds the arm for a few second. Maelstrom tries to fight him off but only succeeds in getting bulldogged for his trouble. Corral follows with an elbow drop but Maelstrom is up quickly and avoids it. Maelstrom stomps on Mike Corral as he tries to get back up forcing Corral to the mat. Maelstrom with the advantage now locks his arms around the waist of Mike corral and hits a gutwrench suplex. Maelstrom covers ...
1,2 ...
Mike Corral kicks out, and rolls to the ropes. Maelstrom follows but a short kick to the gut pauses his ambitions as Mike Corral gets up and hits Maelstrom with some forearms to the face. corral follows with an irish whip attempt but Maelstrom reverses the throw. Mike Corral using his momentum runs off the ropes ducks under a Maelstrom clothesline and rebounds off the opposite ropes and nails Maelstrom with a spinning hurracanrana!
*Maelstrom ends up tangled in the corner post as Mike Corral gains the encouragement of the fans
Mike Corral stomps away on the upside down Maelstrom who eventually falls off onto his front. Mike Corral not wasting time uses the turnbuckle to hit an easy second rope back splash to Maelstrom before turning him over for the cover.
1,2 ...
Maelstrom kicks out to boos from the fans. Mike Corral is not letting up though as he grabs Maelstrom by the head and brings hi up before planting him with a quick DDT. Mike corral once again covers.
1,2 ...
Maelstrom throws Corral off and gets to his feet. Mike Corral rushes back and goes for a Shining Enziguri but Maelstrom judges the move well and grabs both feet as he is in mid-air. Maelstrom turns it into a Giant Swing! Mike Corral can do nothing as Maelstrom spins him around in the centre of the ring. before releasing him and sending him crashing into the mat. Maelstrom follows showing little signs of dizziness and lifts Mike Corral up and suplexs him in the centre of the ring. Maelstrom covers ...
1,2 ...
Corral kicks out and tries a fight back but Maelstrom throws a few punches softening him up again. Maelstrom takes Corral by the head and brings him to his feet, Maelstrom goes for a power move but Corral flips out of it and dropkicks him in the back sending him crashing into the corner, he stumble back out and Mike corral rolls him up for a school boy pin.
1,2 ...
Maelstrom kicks out and quickly gets up, frustrated by being caught by surprise he charges Mike corral and clobbers him with a lariat of a clothesline. Mike Corral hits the canvas like a sack of potatoes. Maelstrom now in control again has a smug look on his face he grabs Mike Corral and bodyslams him, he then applies a front facelock. Corral struggles against the submission hold but seems unable to get out of it and could be fading. The referee goes to check on Corral and raises his hand but it shows signs of life and the fight is still in him. Unable to break the hold Mike Corral somehow manges to roll up Maelstrom using his legs into a cradle.
1,2 ...
Maelstrom kicks out from the surprise pinning attempt and both men get to there feet. Maelstrom catches Corral with a rake to the eyes and then throws him towards the far corner post, Maelstrom charges after him to double the impact. Mike corral though uses the corner and hops up to the top of the turnbuckle while Maelstrom finds nothing but air. Using the brief confusion Mike Corral kicks at Maelstrom's head and manages to hook his arms under him and brings him up to the 2nd rope. In one look to the crowd Mike Corral fearing nothing for his own safety hits the "Repentance" Maelstrom landing head first into the canvas from the awe inspiring move.
The crowd is on it's feet chanting 'Holy S***' loudly
Mike Corral clearly took himself out of the match with that move though so the referee begins a ten count ...
1 .. 2 .. 3 .. 4 .. 5 .. 6 .. 7 ..
Mike Corral begins to stir and places a hand over Maelstrom's body.
1,2,3 ....
No Maelstrom kicked out at the last second somehow, The crowd can't believe it, Mike Corral can't believe it but it happened. Mike Corral gets to his feet and heads to the top turnbuckle, he climbs it and signals to the crowd. He leaps looking for the '25 to Life' but finds only canvas and mat as Maelstrom has moved out of the way. Maelstrom gets to his feet shaking the cobwebs. He goes to the crashed and burned Mike Corral and lifts him up on his shoulders, but Mike Corral knows what could be happening and elbows Maelstrom head forcing him to drop him. Mike Corral quickly runs of the ropes and hits flying crossbody. Unfortunately Maelstrom won't go down and instead power slams Corral into the mat. Maelstrom roars back up looking for the end of this match and once again lifts up Mike corral and out of nowhere hits a belly to back suplex. Such was the speed of the move the referee gets taken out by Mike Corral's flying body.
the crowd begins a Maelstrom Suck's chant
Maelstrom paying them no mind hits a leg drop on Mike corral and goes for a cover ... but there is no referee. Maelstrom not happy goes to wake him up but the referee is till out cold. Maelstrom turns back to Mike Corral who has since got back to his feet. Maelstrom shoves the dropkick attempt away and kicks him in the gut and then lifts him up onto his shoulders. Around and around they go as Maelstrom picks up steam for the whirlpool ...
Suddenly from out of the back comes the Toolshed champion Chris Indigo! He races to the ring and gets on the apron to taunt Maelstrom!
Maelstrom throws Mike Corral to one side as Indigo has got his attention. Maelstrom shouts at Indigo and then grabs him by the throat, Indigo struggles but does nothing as he is thrown into the ring by Maelstrom. Maelstrom stalks Indigo whilst Corral gets back to his feet using the corner as crutch. Maelstrom concentrating on Chris Indigo goes to grab him but instead Indigo kicks Maelstrom right between the legs. A blatant low blow and Maelstrom collapses backwards from the pain. Indigo drops to the outside a smug look on his face for what Maelstrom did to him earlier in the week. A tired Mike Corral unaware of this interference sees Maelstrom struggling and climbs the top turnbuckle. Maelstrom turns around and Mike corral nails him with The V.2! Mike Corral then covers.
1,2,3.
The bell rings
THE FINK: Your winner and the man who will be partaking in the triple threat "Remember the Name" Tables match. The 'Angel of Death' Mike Corral!
The crowd cheers loudly as Mike Corral has his hands raised in victory his Papa Roach music playing. Meanwhile Maelstrom can only look out at the retreating Chris Indigo who has cost him his chance at a main event spot at Crap-A-Mania this year! Chris indigo simply waves his finger across his face saying no one crosses me, Maelstrom simply looks irate and furious as he rolls to the outside of the ring and plods slowly after Indigo. Mike Corral meanwhile basks in the cheers of the fans for he is going to the main-event of Crap-A-Mania!!!!
(Cut to commercials)
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Post by hammerofdawn on May 6, 2007 19:23:06 GMT -5
In a harfought 5 star victry JonToto dfeted the Iron Sheik. As the Sheek hit a scoopslam Toro roled out undera stomp and he dropkicked the Sheik. Next the Sheilm punced in i the groin and wentfotr tha cova 1 2 ...NO! he got out. But Toro ovefcame the odds when the Sheek went for the CLutch and Toro rolled overand gotout and hit the Blindside for the pin. suddenly came "teh Reejct" Shannen Moore from the back. "Look Toro! I want a RE-match!" JR: Bahgawd kang, look at that from Moore! Toro came out of the ring and chased him out, feelin triumph of his victory..
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