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Post by dorf on Mar 15, 2007 22:43:14 GMT -5
Finkel: This match is scheduled for one-fall. Coming down the aisle, *Hardy Boyz music plays* weighing in a combination of 450 pounds, from Mooresville, North Carolina, Matt and Jeff, the Hardy Boyz!
*The Hardy Boyz come down the aisle to crowd full of cheers and joyous feelings tingling their insides and then some. They do their stupid, gay dance poses and enter the ring fine. Then they went to the top rope and do some more of their dance poses. Thankfully, Lita has been long gone with them hapless peoples. Oh well, more cheers abound for this team.*
Finkel: *Dorf’s music “Tearjerker” by Korn plays* Coming down the aisle, weighing in at 270 pounds, from Filthadelphia, Pencilvania, DORF!
*Dorf comes from underneath the aisle with Cheese Sandwich in hand, with pops louder than the Hardy Boyz. The brothers stare at dorf with a caveman, wtf face with all the cheers that dorf has with the cheese sandwich risen into the air. Jeff Hardy tries to go outside to attack dorf, but Matt told him to “let it go…its just a cheese sandwich…let it go, jeff.” dorf walks down the aisle and stays a fair distance toward the ring and the Hardyz.*
Finkel: *Ape’s music “Ape Love“ by plays* Coming down the aisle, weighing in at 245 pounds, from the land of piece and flour, APE LOVE!
*Ape Love, being accompanied by actual female apes with hippie gear on strolls down the aisle with the turkey & cheese sandwich raised high in the air. This gets some weird pops, but some boo’s as well for ruining the career of the original cheese sandwich one, Heiden-Dorf. He strolls down the aisle in a limp, but has a smile with the power of his sandwich.*
*Dorf enters the ring from one side near the commentator’s position, while ape love enters simultaneously on the other side which prompted the Hardyz to be nervous a little. Actually, they were not, as Matt went for ape love and Jeff went to dorf. The bell rings to start the match!*
Bell: DING! DING! DING!
*Both Matt & Jeff throw right hands to start this festive one-fall match. After 5 or 6 straight rights both ape love and dorf were knocked down, but before the Hardyz could do more damage upon them, they took a breather at opposite sides of the ring. Dorf, amazed at how ape love is outside the ring as well with stares at him intently as dorf points to him, to go fight the son of the b****, which would be Jeff Hardy. Dorf climbs up to his corner as the referee is up to 2 on the count-out procedure of 10. Ape raises his arms up for some cheer attempts, but he doesn’t get much help. ALL OF A SUDDEN, JEFF HARDY COMES RUNNING AT APE WITH A PLANCHA OFF THE TOP ROPE, EXECUTING IT PERFECTLY TO APE LOVE!*
*The crowd is in awe, but ape love gets up right away with a shrewd smile, quicker than Jeff. Once Jeff got up he gave him a stiff Clothesline and tosses him back into the ring. Ape’s smile turned into a more relaxed smile now as he raises his right elbow, kisses it and gives Jeff Hardy a Love Elbow (Bionic)! Ape covers!*
Referee:
1!
2!
*Jeff Hardy kicks out!*
*Ape, laughing…gets up, and makes Jeff Hardy stand up. He Irish Whips him to the corner, but Hardy jumps up to the top rope to perform the Whisper in the Wind, but Ape catches him in mid-air and does a Hippie Toss. Ape Love then runs around in circles like a lunatic and somehow in the process dorf is tagged in and the referee is called dorf to get inside the ring. Dorf argues with the ref, while ape love is still running around the ring like a lunatic. Ape then picks up Jeff Hardy into a Spinebuster and runs toward the dorf and the arguing referee. Dorf, sawing this a mile away shoves the referee out of the way, and let’s out a big lariat which looked to be intended for ape, but hits the back of jeffy’s head. Dorf covers as the referee limps!*
Referee:
1!
2!
*Jeff Hardy kicks out!*
*Dorf, surprised at what he just did…gazed himself with a staring look at ape love. Dorf points his fingers all over the place, while ape love smiles. The referee doesn’t give a damn at first, even to the point of letting Jeff Hardy tag in Matt Hardy for the much needed tag. Eventually, dorf arguing and not doing anything pissed the referee off, which he decided to bother them. That wasn’t smart as dorf saw him within distance and GAVE THE REF A STIFF RIGHT PUNCH TO KNOCK HIM OUT!*
*Matt Hardy then came out of nowhere with a spring and hit a Splash to dorf into a corner. He quickly then Irish Whips dorf to the other side and connects with a Clothesline at the opposite corner. With the crowd support on fire for the Hardyz, Matt yells at dorf to “get up,” but Matt makes dorf stand up. Matt executes a Side Effect, not once, not twice, but thrice. Matt Hardy does his scream of emosity, which triggers an ape love-in at the Apollo, but Jeff Hardy saves the day yet again, because teh sexy ladies luv the Jeff Hardy saving the day way that us mens love. Jeff Hardy hits ape love with a Clothesline to remind of the Hippie Toss he gave him recently.*
*Meanwhile, Matt Hardy gives out another emosity scream, this time by making dorf stand up, kicking him in the gut, and performing the Twist of Fate. Matt covers, but the referee is still knocked out. Jeff, on the other hand is on the top rope, and he Senton bombs dorf. Matt wakes the referee up, but the referee is being an ass as that punch took him to next week and maybe a few more days after that. In fact, blood is trickling down the ref’s forehead. This angers Matt almost to the point of the Angelic Diablo hoo-ha, but let’s not get too far…*
*Matt slaps some sense into the referee and is awoken enough to count…maybe. Ref sees the shoulders down and attempts to count!*
Referee:
1!
2!
*Dorf kicks out!*
*Matt Hardy is not pleased as he doesn’t argue, but instead he wants to finish off dorf & ape as a tag-team. He walks to a corner and goes to the second turnbuckle and climbs to it. Matt does yet another emosity scream to get the fans all riled for some cheery-cheery hip-hop cheerio action. Matt flies to emulate Hulk Hogan’s stinky, farty, Leg Drop of Doom, but dorf moves out of his way, so Matt’s buttocks hurt almost as bad as Forrest Gump’s tragic expenditure through Vietnam.*
*Normally the referee would do the obligatory 10-count thinga-mabob, but he’s still kinda hurt and down and oh, Jeff Hardy is still standing up with an upset look. So, in essence to keep a good dorf down, he does the good ‘ole Randy Orton Stomp to make sure dorf is down, but not as far down as being neutered. By the time goody-goody Jeff Hardy managed his way around dorf’s tattered body, he gives one heavy stomp to dorf’s pimply, somewhat older face than sexy Mr. Hardy’s. After that stomp, ape came OUT OF NOWHERE WITH A LOVEARIAT TO JEFF HARDY!*
*Ape, with a dastard idea…goes outside the ring to destroy the Hardyz. A Steel Chair, it worked for Christian & Edge with the conchairto! Actually, Ape Love grabbed two Steel chairs and tossed one at the corner in the ring and carried the other back inside the ring. He finded them chairs underneath the ring. Ape enters back into the ring with one chair up in his hand like a mad man, all pented up for rage that had happened to those dang Hardy Boyz.*
*Dorf is stirring about a bit and turns around and sees ape with a chair in hand…dorf crawls back, but ape inches closer and closer…ape has turned into a madman…as ape starts to swing the chair into full motion dorf attempts to strike ape, but he was too far away….once into full motion, ape swing the chair onto JEFF HARDY! Jeff goes down in a plight as ape drops the chair right in front of him and disposes him with his TREE HUGGER FINISHER!*
*Dorf on the other hand gets up slowly with a wtf face and ignores ape as he goes after Matt Hardy. Dorf makes Matt Hardy stand up right behind dorf’s back and peforms the Dorf-plex! In the very last second dorf slides in a Steel Chair as Matt Hardy’s head lands face first on that object! He drags Hardy to the middle of the ring as the referee is still stumbling, but is active enough for a count!*
Referee:
1!
2!
3!
Winner: by pinfall, APE LOVE & DORF!
*Dorf’s music plays right away, but dorf looks at himself upset as if he helped the devil lead to victory. He leaves the ring right away, ape love eats a turkey & cheese sandwich for his victory. He smiles as he knows that soon they have a tag-title shot. The camera fades to black for commercial.*
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Post by raftshack on Mar 15, 2007 23:27:40 GMT -5
Announcer: The following Tag Team Contest is scheduled for one fall!
The sound of a whizzing bomb is heard as a loud bang goes off while the classic Dudley Boyz theme starts up, as the crowd watches, the Heelish Dudley Boyz heading out from the back, playing up their total evil roles in this one.
Announcer: Introducing first, from Dudleyville, at a combined weight of 516 pounds, Buh Buh Ray and D'von... the The Dudley Boyz!
Those damn Dudleys head down the ramp way, insulting the crowd with various taunts as they enter the ring, the crowd giving them the desired booing reaction, with a few cheers strewn in. They stand in the ring, pacing about as suddenly the lights lower with Mooninites by Schooly D starting up, lasers shooting again as the circling spotlight appears, going round and round the ringside area, including illuminating the Dudleys themselves as they just stare in basic confusion. Suddenly a puff of purple smoke appears from the ring apron, as Zeleke and Faboon crawl out from underneath, head-butting each other a few times in the face, before quickly entering the ring.
Announcer: And the opponents, from Foreign Alien Island, at a combined weight of 399 pounds, Zeleke and Faboon... Team Raft Shack!
The two teams eye each other, Raft Shack moon-walking to their side, as Faboon sends Zel to the outside first, as D'von looks fine with starting for his side.
The bell sounds, D'von charging for a clothesline, which Fab ducks underneath, D'von coming back for another which Fab hops over, dropping down to the mat, then catching D'von as he comes back with his feet, launching with a Monkey flip! D'von goes sailing, quickly scrambling to his feet as Fab laughs rather madly at his own antics, D'von not amused as he charges, unleashing some swift fists to the face, then whipping Fab off the ropes, catching him with a hip toss. Fab however lands on his feet, dropping and turning it into an arm drag! D'von quickly rolls back to his feet, right into a Calf kick as he stumbles back into the ropes, Fab back up quick as a cat as he charges and knocks D'von over the top rope with a Spinning Wheel Kick! As he goes sailing to the outside, Buh-Buh charges to aid, only to get caught as Zel sneaks in, the two launching him throat first into the ropes with a two man flapjack! Buh Buh gasps in pain, clutching the throat slightly as the two grab and fling him to the outside with his partner. Faboon than grabs Zel by the arm, as he shakes his head quickly in response, Fab whipping him full speed, as Zel goes flying through the middle rope, taking down Buh Buh as he rises!
The crowd cheers as Zel is back up, waving innocently to the folks, then lifting up D'von, sliding him back into the ring, where Fab aims a double foot stomp at his face! D'von however rolls out of the way, turning Fab around and unleashing some forearms, then hitting a quick jumping neck-breaker! D'von makes the quick cover. 1...2 Fab quickly kicks out.
D'von yanks Fab back up, as Zel and Buh Buh have decided to make their way back to the apron. D'von quickly hits a snap suplex, slamming Fab to the mat, then hitting a few stomps, before pulling him back up, dragging him over and tagging in half brother, holding him as he hits a punch to the gut. Zel hunches over as Ray now delivers some clubs to the back, sending him off the ropes, then catching him with a nice power-slam. He pops back to his feet, dropping an elbow drop, before going for another cover. 1...2 Fab kicks out again.
Buh Buh doesn't look too happy, pulling Faboon back to his feet and hitting some of his swift Buh Buh style punches, rocking Faboon further, as he whips him off the ropes, only to get reversed as Faboon immediately charges at him as he comes back, hitting a cross-body! He covers. 1....2 Buh Buh throws Fab off quickly. As he sits back up, Fab delivers a quick dropkick to Ray's face, putting him back on his back as he cackles a bit, folding his arms and walking over where he tags in Zeleke. Zel vaults over the top rope, catching Buh Buh as he rises, hitting a dropkick to the skull! D'von charges in, just in time to meet a Hurracanrana! He gets back to his feet, only to get dropped with a Drop Toe Hold, as Buh Buh rises, Zel rocking him with some boxing jabs, grabbing him and going for a sit out jawbreaker. Buh Buh breaks it with a kick to the sternum, taking Zel down. He quickly gets back up, in time to get a Reverse DDT from D'von! As he exits the ring, Buh Buh walks over, delivering some more stomps across, before sitting him up, locking in a Full Nelson, hoisting him up high and laying him out with his Bubba Bomb! Zel grasps at the back, as Buh Buh makes the cover. 1...2 Zel kicks out. Bubba Ray growls, hoisting him up, swinging, only to get caught, Zel now hitting some swift kicks to the face, before leaping up and finishing with a reverse heel kick! Bubba groans, staggering back as Zel spins in a circle quickly, before dropping down and hitting an impressive helicopter kick, connecting as Buh Buh goes down to the mat. Zel pops to his feet, walking over and tagging in Fab. Fab charges in with him, the two hitting a double dropkick to the rising Ray, taking him back down! They lift him up, then drop toe hold him, neck hanging on the ropes, as they high five, running back on the ropes, only for D'von to cut them off, charging and hitting a double clothesline from behind, taking them down. He hits a jumping elbow to Zeleke, as Bubba pulls himself up as well, walking over and lifting Zel up as well, hoisting him up and hitting a Manhattan Drop, as D'von goes off the ropes, following up with his spinning head-butt deal. Zel goes down hard as D'von does the post move dance, only to get cut off by Fab with a Hurricane Style Clothesline! D'von instinctively rolls out of the ring, as Fab follows with a Spinning kick to Bubba's face, sending him back again, as Zel starts to rise up on all fours, Fab running off his back and leaping off, hitting a Tornado DDT! Bubba's head bounces off the mat, as he groans, clutching his neck, Fab rolling out of the ring as Zel gets back up, as he grins pointing to the top turnbuckle, leaping off and hitting the Lemon with a Twist of Mango! Bubba grasps at the throat again in pain as Zel covers. 1...2...
D'von tries to make the save, but Fab yanks him right back out of the ring. 3!
The bell sounds as the two run over to each other, Zel locking in a tight hug on his pardner, who responds by licking Fab's face, then pie facing him off. Zel shakes his head a bit, nodding in reply. They dance away, out of the ring and to the back, as Buh Buh gets up, angrily pounding the mat as he realizes who he just lost to, as we quickly cut to the next segment.
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Post by B.A. on Mar 16, 2007 10:49:33 GMT -5
Eddie Omega enters the ring with a look of disappointment on his face. He grabs the mic.
Eddie: You know, I'm disappointed in this federation. How the politics in the federation have come to the point where people hate each other, we have fluke champions...
*crowd cheers*
Oh yea, we do! I've come so close, but now I've been forced down the mid-level competition. I was screwed...screwed royally by toomibischoff, and seeing as how..I WAS supposed to win, I have no choice now but to bring..
At this point, Val Venis' music hits:
Val comes out in a towel, and struts his way down to the ring much to the ladies delight. He gets up on the apron before getting inside the ring...The lights dim and he takes off his towel while wiggling his hips..Eddie is watching this in disgust as he talks to the ref.
The lights come on and Eddie is still standing with a look of murder on his face. Both men go for a collar elbow tie up and Eddie knees Val before Irish whipping him into the corner. Eddie runs to the opposite side and does a modified Ole Kick to Val almost knocking his head off.
Crowd: Ole..Ooooole, Ole..Ole....
Eddie brings Val out into the center of the ring and does "THe initation", moves where he suplexs his opponent on to the ropes, using their own rebound off the ropes before going to another side and suplexing them...shades of Tully Blanchards Slingshot Suplex...
But no, Eddie is not done. He brutally kicks Val in the back and again, and again and again before the ref comes over to stop him. Omega backs off, but then runs against the ropes and dropkicks Val in the face causing blood to come out. The ref runs over to Val to check on him and begins to go over to a corner to call for the bell but Omega pushes him out the ring but the crowd loves it and they want more...
Eddie is almost seemingly possessed and goes over to the ropes shaking them violently, he picks up Val and does another Initiation before brainbustering Val who is now motionless in the ring. He gets on top of Val and begins punching him, again and again. He picks him up, carries him over to the rope and does his Omega Psi Phi belly to belly suplex off the rope to an already unconscious Val Venis. Ref's rush down to the ring but Eddie scares them off. He picks up Val again and does another Omega Psi Phi but the crowd is going nuts for it for some reason. A ref gets in the ring and Eddie picks him up and throws him on the outside. Now more refs are coming down to the ring and Eddie finally subsides in his temper. He barrels through the ring before medics come down to check on Val
Crowd: Omega! Omega!
Eddie looks to the crowd and sees the blood on his taped wrists of Val who tried valiantly but failed to conquer Eddie. The camera fades with a look of excitement on Omega's face.
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Post by ape on Mar 16, 2007 16:24:21 GMT -5
*the camera fades into a very fark room. little to no light is in the shot, making it almost look like a pitch black room. in the dim source of light, the silhouette of a man is lit. the man begins to talk.*
....i can't do this much longer....hehe....can't do it much longer at all....ape love this.....ape love that....ape love was supposed to have died.....hehe....and now he's back....and wants to side with that....hehe...that man whose skin is just so ripe for bleeding...hehe dorf....i ended the career of heiden-dorf....hehe that was fun....the look on the big man's face when he realized what had happened...it sent chills up and down my spine....hehe the hairs on the back of my neck stood up....hehe....i felt so alive...but....call me greedy......i want to experience that sensation again....hehe and i want you to share what heiden-dorf felt...because sharing is caring.....hehe....and at dead man walking....i'm gonna -- GAAAAAAAAH!!
*suddenly ape begins to violently scream. you can see some movement in what little light is in the room. after a second or two of seeing something thrash around, all movement stops and it becomes silent for a second. then, suddenly, a disco ball lowers into view and the lights pop on to reveal ape in a tye-dye shirt.*
OOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!! dorfmeister!! daddy-o!! at dead man walking i'm gonna be teaming up with you, man!! we get to face those stinky irish guys for the tag titles! let me fill you in dorfster, those two cats are total squares...they've got four corners and right angles....but we've got dorfamillion and the apester, OWWWW, ape love!! the power of cheese...and the power of turkey! the two best friends ever, man!!
*some good-looking hippy women enter the room.*
and dorfalicious, baby...when we win those tag titles next sunday, we're gonna party like it's 1965! OOOOOOOWWWWW!! EAT TURKAY!!
*ape love hops to his feet and makes some weird bodily movements that could be best described as a failed attempt at dancing. the attractive hippy women join him and everyone has a good time. the camera then cuts to commercial.*
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Post by xombiehiphop on Mar 16, 2007 17:47:48 GMT -5
-A grainy, black and white static feed jolts into view. A few inaudible muffles and some efforts of struggling are heard. The vision starts to become a bit more focused as the view pans over to a woman strapped into a chair. Her wrists and ankles bound, a burlap sack with a single eye hole cut out, much like that of the Elephant Man, pulled over her face. It's been applied so tightly that the eye is forced to remain open..-
"..We are curing you..we are removing what hurts.." [/b]
-In front of her is a projection screen, the device emitting the moving pictures just a few feet behind. The picture is wide and consumes the entire wall-
"..Your entire life..you've been overbearing..dominant..you've forced your will onto others. ..Well..now we're forcing our will upon you..YOU are the one being dominated.." [/b]
-And what exactly is causing her to squirm in such discomfort? She's being forced to view various images of morbid curiosities. Gruesome fatalities, deformities, autopsy or forensic photographs, depictions of perverse sex acts. Each image more intense and disturbing than the last. The three members of The Draugr are seen standing in a circle around her, each wearing their bizarre animal masks. The trio doesn't flinch in the slightest at what is being shown, to no surprise. This kind of thing is their bread and butter, so to speak..-
"..We have returned to you that which was once lost. ..You now know what it's like to be free..you are one of us. ..Once the lamb..has now become..THE SLAUGHTER.." [/b]
-The Draugr members lift their heads, staring at the camera with the eyes of their haunting masks. The scene once again turning completely into static..-
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Post by Ass Dan on Mar 16, 2007 18:09:05 GMT -5
*BACKSTAGE*
Joe One sits in a chair made of THE SCREAMS OF THE DEAD (not really). Jack Jupiter comes up.
Jupiter: You wanted to talk to me?
One: Yes. Please, sit down.
Jupiter looks around, but notices there is no other chair. He sits on the floor.
One: I've been meaning to talk to you about our match against Rated X.
Jupiter: What about it.
One: People have been saying things. They're saying that you are unreliable, and that you could cost me the match at Dead Man Walking.
Jupiter: Yeah, they don't know me. They don't know the REAL Jack Jupiter.
One: Your opinion tires me. You must not forget that since I came to the Threaderation, I have never lost a match. It would be a shame if my perfection was tarnished by some overpaid prole. You realise what would happen if I lost a match, don't you.
Jupiter: Well, no, no I don't.
Joe One stands.
One: You would never see me again. My life would be judged by BB, and he doesn't look empatheticly on those who do not fit the mold placed. Your life...I'm not sure of. You might just ceise to be. Thrown in the Memory Hole. Understood.
Jack Jupiter is now pale in the face.
Jupiter: Y...yy...yes, Mr. One.
One: Doublegood. Well, I'll see you later, Mr. Jupiter.
Jupiter: Yeah...I'll.....s...s..see you.
Jack Jupiter leaves the room. Joe One sits back down and opens a book.
*AND NOW FOR 10 SECONDS OF SEX*
*ALRIGHT, YOU CAN STOP NOW*
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Post by Koda, Master Crunchyroller on Mar 16, 2007 19:00:22 GMT -5
The screen on the Toomitron darkens as video game sounds begin to play.
An Asteroid-esque spaceship is flying around the screen blowing up asteroids. Then, all of a sudden, it blasts a huge asteroid that explodes and reveals a message:
FANBOY OTAKU GAMERS V.2, FALL 2007
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Post by The Bad Man on Mar 16, 2007 19:34:40 GMT -5
We come back to the backstage area and find Mr. Big, arms folded standing next to some trunks and other EWT items in one of the corridors. Dwarfing his surroundings Mr. Big looks very serious. A man walks past and increases speed to make sure he doesn't hang around for too long. We hear several screams from off screen and Mr. Big look stowards the sound and gives the briefest of smirks. Mr. Bad in all his freakery waddles into view with feathers sticking between his rotten teeth and a pair of pliers in hand, they appear to have a trickle of blood on them.
MR. BAD: Did they know?
Mr. Bad sneers almost spitting out a ball of feathers from his mouth in the process. Still looking like the wors t bowling ball to have ever been made Mr. Bad gnashes his teeth together before speaking.
MR. BAD (Raspy Gurgling voice): Yesh ... they knew, although I had to convince them to tell me ...
Mr. Bad looks over his bulbous shoulder from where he came from.
MR. BAD (Raspy Gurgling voice): They didn't like being convinced though ... flheh.
MR. BIG: and the feathers?
MR. BAD (Raspy Gurgling voice): They were about to entertain those people in the arena with a routine ... now they won't want to show anything ... flheh flheh flheh ...
Mr. Bads eyes dart back and forth as he tries to laugh, while the crowd can be heard booing.
MR. BIG: Very well lets go.
Mr. Bad lurches forward and begins to waddle down the corridor as Mr. Big follows him closely. They pass a room with a double door which appears to have been broken and has what appears to be blood splattered across it. Inside we see several women who have been what can only be described as traumatised. Divas lie everywhere there showgirls costumes destroyed or now on a part of there body in which they shouldn't. Some are crying in the corner hulddled together whilst others are simply unconsicous on the floor, one even looks like she has a toe missing. It looks like the battle of the somme was fought in this room. The crowd boos and jeers even louder.
MR. BAD(Raspy Gurgling voice): ... flheh, flheh, flheh ...
One of the girls looks up to see the pair walk past n dscream in horror and fear. But Big and Bad move on ignoring the devastation until they reach a ridiculous looking door. It is painted bright green and has gold sparkles splattered across it, the door knob is shaped like a ferret.
MR. BIG: Is this it?
MR. BAD (Raspy Gurgling voice): Yesh ... this is the room of Raftshack! ...
Mr. Big takes off his sunglasses and places them in his top pocket before removing his jacket and placing it on a nearby chair. He cracks his knuckles in his huge hands in preparation, as the immense man lets Mr. Bad go in front of him. Mr. Bad grasps the ferret handle in one hand and holds the pliers in the other. Fortunatly the door is wide enough for him but Mr. Big will need to stoop to go through.
MR. BAD (Raspy Gurgling voice): Ready for the pain to begin Mr. Big?
MR. BIG: Certainly Mr. Bad
MR. BAD (Raspy Gurgling voice): Good ... Good .. flheh flheh flheh ...
The two huge men together charge into the room, wierd animal type scremaing and barbaric shouts can be heard as we fade out to the commercial break
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Post by Banned Member on Mar 16, 2007 23:09:42 GMT -5
*We come back from the ad break, and Merc is standing in the center of the ring with Trish who is holding the title. There are some boos from the fans. Merc looks around, and takes his sun glasses off. Merc looks up, and Merc looks very tired.*
Merc: As some of you may know. I was ranked number five on the INAPTITUDE 25, and the fact that I was kinda excited about being number one on the list led me to jump the gun, and well make some harsh comments. So with that I apologize.
*Merc rubs his eyes for a sec.*
Merc: Then there are the boys in the back. Well to them. I apologize, but not fully. You see I was called a bragger, and smug. Well you know what? I was, and I had a right to be. I worked my ass off for two years to win this title!!!
*Merc takes the title from Trish, and holds it up, and a cheer goes up from the fans.*
Merc: Now as for the boys in back that said I was stale, and attacked my personal life. Well you guys can go to hell!! I had respect for you guys. I never attacked your personal life or your storyline, but yet you guys do it to me, and say you don't want to work with me. Well that is fine. Because that means less threats to my title, and as for the boys that said I was given the title to shut me up. I was not aware I was winning the title until the night of the PPV.
*Merc laughs at this as some boos now start to come down.*
Merc: Now for those that say my win was a fluke. I will prove you all wrong when I beat Ragnal at Dead Man Walking. I will prove that I deserve to hold this title. When I beat the hell out of Ragnal. I will beat him so bad, and show No Mercy on him that when he takes that ambulance ride to the E.R.. he will need two I.Vs in him!!
*Merc hands the title to Trish, and rubs one hand over his hair.*
Merc: Theres one last thing I want to address, and thats you Toom! Yes you made the decision to make me champ, and for that I respect you for it, but then I hear that you want the title off me. Well you know what Toom? You can go to hell!!! I tried to give Ol Merc some depth, and you b***! You want to know why Trish is by my side again? Because I knew you would hate it. Then again you hate everything I do. So Toom you want this title off me come, and get it!! Then again you can't do nothing without some washed up hack with you!!!! Lets face it Toom when, and if you grow a set. Which you never will because you need help to beat me. I'll be waiting for you!
*Merc throws the mic away, and Trish, and Merc exit the ring.*
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Post by Deleted on Mar 16, 2007 23:51:31 GMT -5
*The camera fades into what is presumably part of the backstage area. It is a corridor, and the cameraman is following none other than Jimmy Thunder, Terina, and the Jupiter cousins, walking through the building.*
Thunder: So Jack, how'd your...job interview go?
Jack: Eh, I got threatened that I'd cease to exist.
Jason: Exactly why you don't want to fail him, Jack.
Jack: Why? What happened to you guys?
Terina: Interesting you should ask.
Jack: Mmmmmhmmm........er.......Whaddaya mean?
Jason: You see, Joe One and Chris Indigo are probably the only people here besides us who give a damn about success. The other people here? They're content to sit on their ugly asses and waste away.
Thunder: But them? No way. They're exceptional. Like us. They're interested in pacifying this federation and ALL costs.
Jack: So how do you guys play into this?
Jason: Alright, me and Jim don't handle the business side of things. You see, that's Te--
Terina: They were looking for new members to expand their ranks a little bit. Unlike Indigo, who had to literally get abducted, when he asked if we were interested, I snatched the opportunity right away. And the offer was a developing nest egg of sorts. If we had ANY trouble on our own, we could...publicly assist them. Know what I mean?
Jack: Ehhehhh.....
Terina: I guess you don't. As luck would have it, we encountered a few problems.
Thunder: Yeah but see, we were gettin' edgy.
Jason: We had to utilize this advantage.
Jack: Um, where are you three going with all of this?
Terina: We were going to share our story with you, of course. But we're going somewhere, believe me. Anywho, Joe One let us use our trump card--revealing joining with Minipax. We struck at the right time, and Rated X paid the price. However, he wanted to wait. And considering that he gave us a handout, and we used it prematurely, he almost decided he'd... punish us.
Jack: Wooooo--er.... punished?
Thunder: I see where you're gettin' that vibe my man, but no, that wasn't it. Ever notice that Mr. One seems to be a monster in the ring? Well, he nearly physically reprimanded us afterwards.
Jupiter: Namely, Jim and I. That guy is insane. He probably could have taken all three of us out if he needed to. But he's a wise man to team with. He's smart. I like that.
Terina: He's shrewd. Few people can erect an army and bring forth peace--but he can.
Jack: Ahhch, that's plenty of information for now.
Thunder: What? I don't get to say why I like the guy as our boss?
Jason: WHY do you like him as boss, Jim?
Thunder: You know what, I have no idea.
Jason: AND RANDOM IS HIS MIDDLE NAME!
*All four of them start to laugh.*
Jack: But really, the guy freaks me out. How can I be sure I can trust him at Dead Man Walking, in the tag match against Rated X?
Terina: Trust me Jack, not listening to him is a bad idea. Besides, it would make us look bad, and with all of what we;ve been doing lately, we need to prove to him we are worthy.
Jack: Did you get brainwashed?
Terina: Nope.
Jason: But you think we'd say what we mean with Monk E. Boy following us around?
Cameraman: How'd you know my name?
Thunder: What? Your name is actually Monk E. Boy?!
Booy*sighs*: Yes. Yes it is.
Jason: ....BWAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA! You f***tard! Oh my, I can't believe this one.
Terina: Who named you? Sum Guy's dad or something?
Booy: Well, no, but I can do this...
*He drops the camera and begins dancing, but Jack Jupiter grabs him and hits him with the Cyclone Driver.*
Jack: And THAT is just to whet my appetite, Rated X. Because that's but a taste of the REAL Jack Jupiter.
Jason: "REAL'' at what? Not looking like a dumbass in front of--
Terina: You know what Jack? I think you proved your point. Well done.
Jack: I did? I did?! I DID!
Thunder: Yes Jack. You did. Now what say we blow this cracker factory and hit the city sights?
Jason: I say "yes."
Terina: I'm saying yes here, as well. That's right. You can have all of the "(insert name here) playboys" that you want...
Jason: But you worthless Sh*tbags will never, and we mean NEVER...
Thunder: Match the greatness, the might, and the amazing, collossal abilties of the boldly brawny...
Jason: The blatantly bright...
Terina: And the deadly decietful.
Thunder: T...
Jason: J...
Terina: T...
Jack: And J!
Thunder: Alright, we're out of here. As usual, I'm buying. BOOM! And we're gone in a flash.
*They leave theview of the camera, and are apparently in the garage.*
Thunder: Now where did I put our keys?
Terina: Where DID you put them?
Thunder: No idea, babe.
Jason: I see them! To your left!
*Sound of fumbling.*
Jason: NO! Your other left!
*The camera must be dying out, because the batteries of this live tape are just about dead. It violently fades, as the mutterings of the 4 aristocrats can be heard in the distance.*
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Post by Sajoa Moe on Mar 17, 2007 12:45:54 GMT -5
(Video Package for Dead Man Walking) ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ A ten-man showdown...Ratings: ...at Dead Man Walking! Team Ratings...Action shots of: Ratings smirking at the crowd; Tutor Tyreese locking in a patented hold; Rick Raskall drinking from his wine chalice; Cassinova hitting the California DreamDriver; an unshaven, bitter Spyke Johannson lurking in the shadowsTeam Spaz...Action shots of: Spaz winning the EWT Heavyweight Title; Eddie Omega hitting the Omega Psi Slamma; Marcus Trunk roaring to the crowd; Mysth diving off the top rope; Aaron Chamblis hitting a moonsaultWill clash in a battle of one-upsmanship...Ratings and Spaz stare each other down during the promo segmentPure skill...Omega slaps and kicks an opponent; Tyreese executes a perfect butterfly suplexShowmanship...Cassinova poses on the top rope; Raskall hits a corkscrew plancha; Chamblis hits a 450 splash; Mysth hits Mystherious WaysAnd revenge...Raskall bashes the microphone over Trunk's head; Spyke glares into the cameraVersus screen of Team Ratings and Team SpazSUNDAY, MARCH 25TH ON PAY PER VIEW
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Post by Redface: Dispenser of Justice on Mar 17, 2007 21:27:52 GMT -5
*The Shot opens in a rather large, two-story pub in Chicago Illinois. On the second floor, we see the the stairs have been closed of by velvet rope. EWT fans are standing near a railing on the second floor, over looking the vast area of the first floor of the pub, cheering drunkenly. The Tables of the pub are all littered with bottles of Stout, Ale, Lager, Beer of all drafts and companies, etc. David Penzer is standing on a small karaoke stage, with mic in hand.*
Penzer: The Following Match is an EWT St. Patrick's Day Pub Brawl and is scheduled for ONE FALL! *Loud cheering from the fans in pub*
*Big Bossman's Music (I have no idea what his music is) begins pouring out from the pub's speakers. Big Bossman Enter the Pub through the Pub's Front Door, carrying his signature nightstick.*
Penzer: Introducing first: From The Correctional Facility in Cobb County, weighing in at 312 lb, He is: THE BIG BOSSMAAAAAAAAAAN!
*The Bossman begins to make his way to the center of the of the pub. He notices a bottle of Magic Hat's #9 on one of the table and begins drinking. He raises his bottle and the fans cheer loudly. Mike Tenay & Tazz can be seen behind the bar.*
Tenay: Welcome everyone and HAPPY SAINT PATRICK'S DAY! I've here with my broadcasting partner: Tazz, and we are live here in Mulligan's Pub in the Heart of Chicago about to witness the Very First St. Patrick's Day Pub Brawl here in EWT!
Tazz: This is bound to get Crazy, Mike! All the booze and broken beer bottles... It's gonna be GUD!
*Everyone is awaiting the arrival of Redface Rodgers when suddenly 'I'm shipping off to Boston" by Dropkick Murphys begins playing. Team Ireland enters the pub, lead of course by Coach O'Hare.*
Tenay: What in the world...?
Tazz: He-Hey! Looks like Team Ireland is comin' over to the bar! I've always liked these guys, Mike.
*As they make their way to the bar, All four (five?) members grab as much booze as they can and then step behind the bar, awaiting the match. O'Hare and the rest of the Team puts on a headset.*
Tenay: Coach O'Hare, what are you doing here?
O'Hare: *Popping open some of Sam Adam's Boston lager* Team Ireland never misses a pub brawl, isn't that right, Liam? *Liam nodds skitishly, pops some pills and takes a swig of ale*
*"This Mortal Soil" by Mastodon begins playing on the pub speakers As Redface Rodgers Kicks the door of the pub open. Instead of his normal Wrestling Attire he is wearing ripped jeans (with kneepads) and a Red shirt with a skull on it similar to the one on his Wrestling Outfit. As he moves over to Big Bossman, we see that there is writing on the back of the shirt that says "Welcome to My Neighborhood." He grabs to bottles of Heiniken and downs them both. and lobs one of the battles at Big Bossman, Causing BB to stumble back alittle as the bell sounds.*
Tazz: Dis match is already off to a crazy start.
O'Hare: This Redface feller is impressive, but I bet Shane-O could be 'is yaknee arse...
Malone: I'd murder 'im *Takes a swig of Magic Hat's Fat Angel*
*Redface leaps at Big Bossman, sending them crashing into a table and sending beer bottles flying. The Pub patrons go wild.*
O'Hare: Rodgers has this sorta reckless style that *swig of beer* I dunno, I think he's just trying to hide the fact that he has no real skill in the ring... or in this case, out of it.
*Rodgers Brings Bossman to his feet and pulls him into a release belly-to-belly suplex, sending Bossman crashing into a table. Redface move over to Bossman and attempts to bring him back to his feet, but is low-blowed by the Bossman. Bossman then Powerbombs Redface onto the floor. Bossman move over to the bar and picks up a wooden stool.*
O'Hare: *Looking at Bossman.* You wanna start somethin'n tubby? *polishes off his 12th bottle of stout*
Tazz: O'Hare is my kinda guy!
*Tenay shakes his head and sips his scotch*
*Bossman moves over to Redface and smashes the stool over Rodgers' head.*
Tenay & Tazz: OOOOOOOOOOOOH! MY GOD!
O'Hare:*slurred*Yas! Das howya dowit!
*Bossman grabs a bottle of lager from one of the intact tables and downs it. He then smashes the bottle on the edge of the table.*
Tenay: UH-OH!
Donnelly: This is about to get right interestin'...
*Bossman begins raking the broken bottle across the forehead of Rodgers until Rodgers is bleed profusely* Bossman then brings Rodgers to a full standing position, turns him to face The Bossman, then performs a Boss Man Slam on him, smashing into a table. Bossman goes for the pin.*
Tazz: This could be it!
Donnelly: This 'as ta be it fer Rodgers...
*The Ref (yes, there is a ref in this match) begins the count as the pub patrons count along.*
1!
2!
KICKOUT!
Donnelly:*clapping lightly* Quite the iron will on this one.
Tenay: Rodgers is a veteran of the Backyard Wrestling Scene. He probably eats moves like that breakfast.
*Rodgers returns to a vertical base, only to be assaulted by Bossman and his nightstick. Redface grabs a bottle off the floor and belts Bossman with it, sending glass shards and ale everywhere.*
Malone: What a waste...
*Rodgers walks over the stair case and grabs the velvet rope, ripping off it the two poles it was connected to. Redface then raps the rope around the Neck of the Bossman until he taps. The pud patrons go wild.*
DING DING DING!
Penzer: The Winner of the match by way of submission: REDFACE ROOOOOODGERS!
Tenay: What a St. Patty's day it's been! The First Ever Pub Brawl match and I sure hope it becomes a long-standing tradition here in EWT.
*Team Ireland takes off their headphones and make their way out of the pub, shaking hands with the Victor as they go.*
*Fade to Black*
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Post by Virus aka Captain No-Nuts on Mar 18, 2007 0:39:41 GMT -5
(We come back from commercial to see a random EWT developmental talent in the ring, with generic arena rock playing.)
Lillian: The following contest is scheduled for ONE FALL! Introducing first, already in the ring, he weighs in at 165 pounds, he is DUSTY... KATZENBERGER!
(The crowd applauds politely for the newcomer as he raises his arms, looking excited to be getting a shot on HeatVelocityImpact... that is, until...)
Virus (PA System): PREPARE TO BE INFECTED!
(The crowd goes wild as "Purify" by Lacuna Coil hits over the loudspeakers. Katzenberger, meanwhile, is less then pleased.)
Dusty: Ahhh, s**t!
(Virus is at the top of the ramp now, and looks out at the crowd before slapping the steel ramp hard, setting off a burst of pyro. He springs back up to his feet and dashes to ringside as Lillian announces him.)
Lillian: And his opponent... weighing in at 290 pounds... he stands 6'10" tall... he... is... VIRUS!
(Virus leaps up onto the apron, Lashley-style, but with no pyro. He goes to go over the top rope, but is knocked to the arena floor by an opportunistic Katzenberger.)
DING DING DING!
The crowd boos as Virus rolls back up to his feet quickly and glares at the upstart, who is unfazed as he leaps over the top rope in a suicide dive! Both men clambor back up to their feet and face off as the referee begins to count for the double count-out!
1! Virus and Katzenberger stare down for a few more moments until Virus hits a quick jab. Katzenberger responds with another. 2! The two men begin to trade jabs back and forth, neither man gaining an advantage as the punches escalate in power. 3! Virus gains the advantage, hitting two punches in a row and then nailing a stiff uppercut to send Dusty reeling. 4! Virus grabs the youngster and Irish Whips him fiercefully into the steel steps! 5! Virus picks Katzenberger up and throws him into the ring, following close behind as the count stops.
The newcomer seems to be a bit woozy from the shot, and groggily begins to get back up to his feet, Virus standing right behind him, sizing him up for what is probably going to be Virus's first Infection since his return! The crowd cheers as Katzenberger slowly gets up to his feet and turns around into the familiar kick to the stomach! Virus hooks Katzenberger into the front chancery... lifts him up into the air...
AND THEN SPINS KATZENBERGER AROUND INTO A DIAMOND CUTTER! The crowd gasps in shock at the new move, as Virus goes for the pin!
1!
2!
3!
DING DING DING!
("Purify" hits the PA as Virus gets his hand raised. He then helps Katzenberger to his feet and congratulates him on the nice match before slapping hands with the crowd as we fade to commercial.)
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Post by The Line on Mar 18, 2007 2:20:12 GMT -5
*Andy Duke is standing backstage, infront of a crossed-out EWT logo.*
Duke: I've requested this time to talk to you people out their in TV land. And I've done it alone. No Mike, no Jonathan. This is something I've got to do alone.
Now, as many of you know, as no one, myself included, can seem to shut up about it, I have yet to win a PPV match. I have had my share of high-profile matches, but have yet to seal the deal. Now last month as many of you saw, a great man aligned himself with the Cidal Squad. Initially, I thought that would greatly benifit all parties involved. But it looks as though I was wrong, at least for now. As you see, for the first time since my debut here in November, I am not booked.
At first, I was livid. I'll admit, I still am quite pissed about it, but I have come to terms with it. I probably could have done more about it earlier, but I was dealing with some personal issues. But I will still be in attendance at Dead Man Walking. I'll still bring my gear to the arena, just in case. But instead of wrestling, I'll sit, and watch, and and absorb.
I'll look at what see's all you boys in the back tick. The winners, and the losers. And I'll go with Mike along with Jonathan to ringside to see him finally capture his first EWT World Championship! But rest assured, this will never happen again! Next month, I'll be on the card, and I will have a match, and most of all, I'll win!
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Post by Boku AKA Da Green Guy on Mar 18, 2007 4:25:51 GMT -5
*The bell rings echoes off the EWT arena's walls, silencing the crowd.* * T & A's music begins to play. * Finkel: This match is scheduled for one fall... Making their way first to the ring... Weighting in at 617 lbs... From Toronto, Ontario, Canada & Boston, Massachusets Respectively... T AND A! *The crowd boos as Test & Albert walk down the ramp, side by side, looking very enormous next to the normal sized crowd members. A few choice fans offer their hands to T & A but the two look at the fans with disgust. They enter the ring and wait for their opponents; their music ends.* * “Young, Dumb, & Ugly” by Weird Al begins to play over the speakers. * *Jobby bursts from out of the EWT curtain, pumping both arms at the crowd as he runs from the right to the left side of the stage. At the 0:27 mark, he runs back in the middle of the ramp and at the 0:35 Axel lifts & pushes away up the curtains as he walks from out of the back. Jobby holds his hand out, while Axel focuses on Albert.* Finkel: And from Jobstown, NJ & Modesto, CA respectively... Weighting in at 498... "The Wrestle Posse"! Tenacious J! *Axel leans in like Jobby, grabs his hand, and points at Albert.* Axel: For Juri. Finkel: And A! *Jobby glances at Axel before giving a hesitant thumbs up. They begin to walk down the ramp, Axel stopping for Jobby to run around him in a circle. He never takes his eyes from the largest man in the match. Meanwhile, Jobby runs from side to side to high five crowd members. Axel walks up the steps, steps from the ropes, and climbs the turnbuckle for some cheers. But again, all crowd focus is on Jobby as he Moonwalks his way around the ring. Axel does his wave off, but gets a few audience members do the same to him. Jobby rolls into the ring as Axel takes off his jacket to hand off to an attendant. As Axel slowly reaches up for his shades, Jobby points with both hands at Axel. Axel pulls off his shades and stares a hole through Albert. He hands off his shades and their music ends.* Cole: What do you think he meant by for Juri, John? JBL: Perhaps he's out for revenge against Albert for doing what he did to Juri, Cole. You know, if you actually paid attention to the goings on here you might be able to know what's going on. *Axel points at Albert, calling him for to start the match off with him, and Albert walks to meet Axel. It's easily apparent that both members of T & A makes Axel look like a Cruiserweight. Before Axel can make a move, Albert laughes loudly and tags in Test, who is more than willing to face the smallest man in the match. Test tries to look pissed, but instead is looking like he's constipated, as he sets forth to meet Axel. He faces off with Axel and mocks him for his lack of size. But gets rocked hard with a right hook to the chin. Axel then unloads a few more rights before leveling Test with a left uppercut. Test springs up back and gets knocked down again with a Clothesline.* Axel: WHO'S COMING UP SHORT NOW?! *Test drives an elbow into Axel's stomach, causing him to jump in the air before falling to his knees. Test uses this as an opening for an early high impact Gutwrench Suplex. Axel lands on the mat with a hard thud. Test stomps on Axel a few times before dropping a few Elbows. As he attempts another one, Axel rolls out of the way and tags in Jobby. Who loses any surprise advantage and momentum by tripping on the second rope to falling flat on his face. Test tries to drop an elbow, but Jobby stands out of nowhere who inadvertently thrusts his hard head into Test's stomach. Jobby sees Test holding his abdomen on the mat and looks around, wondering what happened. He looks over at Axel, who has just made it to his feet. Jobby looks over at Axel, looking to him for answers. Axel shrugs his shoulders. Jobby shrugs back and leans down to pick up Test. Yet Test is ready for him and gives pushes Jobby back into the ropes. Which causes Jobby to rebound back uncontrollably into Test, in a impromptu Shoulder Tackle.* JBL: How does this man have a job?! Cole: It's a good finisher. JBL: What?! Cole: The Job, it's a good finisher. JBL: I meant... Forget it! I'm done, I'm just going to remain silent for the rest of the match. *Jobby stands and dusts himself off, as the crowd cheers for him, to which he responds with a wave to everyone. Test jumps up in a rage, while Jobby waves to the crowd, and runs with a Big Boot in mind. However, just then Jobby trips and just misses a K.O. shot by Test. Test, on the other hand, isn't so lucky and ends up throwing himself outside the ring. The crowd pops massively, which results in Jobby being even more confused. Albert, seeing his chance, charges in the ring to take out Jobby.* Albert: ARRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH! *But he is felled with a Side Kick out of nowhere by Axel before he could get to Jobby. Jobby turns to see the referee shooing Axel out and Albert down on the ground. He scratches his head, looking very confused by the events of this match so far. In the meantime, Test has made it back into the ring. In a flash, the confused Jobby is on the ground. While the referee is focusing on Axel, Albert picks up and holds Jobby for Test. While Test goes for a rebounded Big Boot with Jobby as it's target. In a shocking turn of events, Jobby elbows his way out and drops flat before he can be hit. The same could no be said for Albert who goes flying out of the ring. Test stares in disbelief at his partner who is knocked out on the outside.* *Jobby stands behind Test and calls for the crowd's support for strength as he lifts Test in a High Angle Back Suplex. But he holds him up in the position instead of dropping him right away. Axel, seeing an opening, climbs the turnbuckle and leaps high in the air to deliver a Diving Elbow Drop as Jobby drops Test to the mat. Jobby covers the downed Test while Axel stands in wait for any interference.* 1! 2! 3! DING-DING-DING! Finkel: And the winners of this match... “The Wrestle Posse” Tenacious J & A! *Jobby jumps up and down repeatedly as the crowd pops for a Wrestle Posse victory. Axel just raise his hand, while staring at Albert.* Cole: What a great victory for the Wrestle Posse! This could be the kick start they need for their Finisher match against the Draugr & TJT! JBL: But with Jobby on the Wrestle Posse, there's always a reality that Tenacious J & A will lose. Especially with the high caliber opponents of TJT and the unpredictable Draugr. *Fade to commercial.*
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Post by The Line on Mar 18, 2007 13:54:28 GMT -5
The Cidal Squad walk into the arena from the outside in their street clothes.
Duke: I still am kinda pissed about not beeing booked.
Ragnal: Toom won't let you on?
Duke: Doesn't look like it.
Ragnal: Hmmm. Well, just do what you said you were gonna do. Do some serious scouting. And the night after the PPV, make a challenge, that way this won't happen again. But honestly, I don't see why its that big of a deal.
Duke: Because! I am already a loser, and now I am becoming worse than a loser. I am becoming a never-was! How can I win when they won't even let me fight? I am gonna end up just like my deadbeat dad.
Ragnal: Your father... that is the one person in the world that you do not want to become like?
Duke: I'd rather not go to jail and kill myself, if given the choice.
Ragnal: I see. Well, then use it. You obviously have a lot of pent up anger about him. Use it! In the ring, picture him in place of your opponents. Do to them what you've wanted to do to your father. Now Jonathan, how do you feel about the situation.
Doe: I'm pissed, but not as much as Duke.
Ragnal: Now what is it you do again?
Doe: I hurt sinners.
Ragnal: But why? It seems like most of the people you've done this to in the past have been innocent.
Doe: Innocent? Is that supposed to be funny? Viscera, An obese man … a disgusting man who could barely stand up; a man who if you saw him on the street, you'd point him out to your friends so that they could join you in mocking him; a man, who if you saw him while you were eating, you wouldn't be able to finish your meal. And then Deamon. His general sloth and apathy made him not only impossible to work with, but a danger to Andy, as how can anyone count on someone who doesn't even show up? After him, I picked the The Rock, and I know you both must have been secretly thanking me for that one. This is a man who dedicated his life to making money by lying with every breath that he could muster to keeping dollars and cents in his pockets and movie deals on the table! And those are only three people. I still have 4 victims left.
Ragnal: And why haven't you done anything to them?
Doe: I've had some, setbacks.
Ragnal: Well, you need to get past them. Both of you are still young. Get past your roadblocks, and you'll dominate, but I don't see you guys winning any big matches before you can do that. Now come on, lets see what match we have this week...
The Squad walks off.
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Post by Bedlam LadyD on Mar 18, 2007 17:10:15 GMT -5
All eyes turn to the Toomitron as a haunting meoldy with an equally ghostly women's voice singing raspily turns on. It is Otep's 'Ghostflowers'. she's a killer she's a keeper ... Am i blurry In your vision Was i just A poor decision Cut me open With precision & we'll finger The incision Tell me what have i done (quid pro quo) The tempo picks up, and the woman screams. "To watch you lose...CONTROL." As She finishes the word, an ivory colored hand appears on the screen. It snaps, and all music stops. The lights begin to flash a disturbing purple color and a woman steps into view. The music starts back up, violent and disturbing. She's tall, and panther-like as she walks down the aisleway. Her stride is prideful, and her hips sway. The leather vest she wears zipped over a bright red neck-halter top makes very little noise. She stands on the apron, gazing at the crowd through sunglassed eyes. She flips backward over the ropes. Indicating to Lillian to giver her the mike, she walks across the mat. Once it's in her hand, she throws her glasses off to a corner. Piercing violet eyes, illuminated by the now regular lights and the sharp make-up she has on, are scrunched in an angry scowl. The music stops. Her glossy red lips part and she begins to speak.
"My name is Synthy Eris. I'm in this promotion simply because no other holds a candle to some of the people I've seen here. The other places .. were pathetic. Women that would break a bone falling to the floor....men that would freak if their suits got ruffled....ugh. My life has seen more hell then any of those people have ever, or WILL ever see. My abilities are far above theirs, and if I were to step into the ring with any of them...I'd be disrespecting myself. The one time I lowered myself to that level...I lost to a Blonde Bombshell, a woman whose abilities were overrated and much definitely below me. And I felt so pathetic. Inside I was so twisted....nothing I did got that shame off of me. My debut here....is about getting rid of that shame. It makes me want to hurt someone just thinking of it. I hate myself still for sinking to her level.. She'd better run if she ever faces me again.... I run off the subject. Anyway, if anyone here has the intellect to follow what I'm saying, you'll realize I'm not here to be a 'pretty lil' princess' to play with in a corner, nor a damsel in freaking distress. I'm here to FIGHT, and to finally prove what I've always known. Very few people, that includes men you chauvinistic pigs! ((boos had erupted out from the male portion)) are near my level of greatness. Don't mistake this for cockiness or ego. It's just the damn truth, and if you don't like it.. fine. Send me a challenge and I'll prove it. So say I, Queen of Chaos, and Protector of Pride. I will for once and all, rid myself of undeserved shame, and claim my prize. My name is Synthy Eris, and don't you ever forget it."
Her voice was icy, but flavored with a bit of spice. Feisty is in her blood, and it's obvious to everyone who heard, she means serious business. Her music seers on. She throws the mic towards Lillian, and shrugs off the looks she's receiving. She jumps over the ropes, and heading up the ramp, pops her neck. Synthy exits through the curtain with no other motion.
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Post by Koda, Master Crunchyroller on Mar 18, 2007 20:50:37 GMT -5
We come back from commercial to see Koda Kazar in his locker room with Grover Taft.
Koda is untying his boot laces when Calvin McKinley and Rutherford Von Bruin bust into the room.
Calvin: Eat your breakfast hearty men...
Rutherford:...For tonight, we dine in HELL!
Grover: What are you guys doing?! Us three have a 6 men tag team match next! You're not even in your gear yet!
Koda: This...stuff right here, Calvin and Rutherford, you see, this is madness!
Calvin: Madness? No....not madness.
Rutherford: THIS IS SPARTAAAAAAA!!!!!
Koda: The movie 300 was absolute filth! I'm glad that Sparta lost its place as a military power a long time ago. They act like Americans!
This gets cheers from the crowd.
Koda: It is a damn disgrace to live in a country of blood thirsty savages!
This gets boos from the crowd.
Koda: I would back hand both of you filth, but I don't want to soil my godly hands.
Grover: Let me soil my hands, sir.
Grover pimp slaps both Calvin and Rutherford.
Koda: Now go get dressed for your match, men! This is your in ring debut!
As soon as Taft, McKinley, and Von Bruin leave the room, Koda opens his suitcase, and pulls out a helmet like in 300 and puts it on his head.
Koda: THIS IS SPARTAAAAA!!!!!!!
Grover rushes back to the room, but Koda takes off his helmet and hides it behinds his back as he turns towards Grover.
Grover: Did you say something, sir?
Koda: Oh...nothing...nothing....
Grover leaves the room again as Koda holds the helmet in front of him and smiles.
We fade to commercial.
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Post by pta on Mar 18, 2007 23:53:18 GMT -5
As we return from commercial, we see Principal Pain and Tutor Tyreese sitting inside their locker-room, discussing various things. The camera fades in just in time to catch the beginning of a new topic in this conversation.
Pain: I'm telling you Tyreese... I'm on top of the world right now! That pathetic tag team has been squashed like a pair of obnoxiously idiotic bugs, not to mention you, my friend, are going to help that Ratings fellow topple my old enemy Spaz. Yes, I remember when we first locked horns... that pathetic whelp and his group of misfits, they almost fell before the might of my glorious PTA.
Tyreese: Hmmm... I know what your sayin. So ya think that after we crush dat Spaz and his flunkies, you and I could bring forth a new era into dis miserable flea bitten EWT? We can bring back da sense of fear and powuh to dose imbeciles backstage?
Pain chuckles a bit, simply nodding.
Pain: Exactly... and as I said, with those fools no longer in my way, there's absolutely nothing for me to...
Suddenly the locker room door bursts wide open... as it hits the ground, Pain nearly jumping out of his feet, Tyreese meanwhile staring on in awe, as Crauswell steps inside, still wearing his wrestling attire, the blood of Crash still visible on his attire as he growls, slowly walking around the room, the sound of... sniffing heard through his odd familiar yellow mouse masked face.
Crauswell: ... You have it don't you? DON'T YOU?!
Pain quickly turns to the furry as Tyreese just shakes his head, looking away from this offensive little sight.
Tyreese: WHAT DA HELL IS DAT FOOL DOIN HERE?!
Pain: Hmmm... well if it isn't Crauswell, the very passionate... but blind fool who thinks he's a common beast.
Crauswell grabs Pain by the throat and hoists him up at this remark, pressing up against his face, angry grunting sounding from that mask.
Craus: Common beast.... COMMON BEAST?! I am a predator... a vicious hunter who takes absolutely no crap from anyone, especially not those that steal from him! And you... Pain, I'd expect you to do it... after all, you did make a cheap shot at me... the OX DIVISION CHAMPION! So... you don't like furries as champions huh... well you got your wish! Without my suit, I am nothing... but I won't be nothing for long.
Pain gasps for air, barely able to speak as he glances over ass Tyreese who closes his eyes, grabbing Pain around the waist and trying to pull him free.
Pain: I meant nothing by it... I respect your in ring ability... I never said you were an unworthy champion. And why would I take that wretched outfit anyway... I have no quarrel with you! Though I am certainly glad someone finally had the idea to do it. You should be thanking them for liberating yo...
Crauswell thrusts pain out of his grip, as he lands in Tyreese's own, knocking them both to the ground. He angrily stomps the floor, as he runs over, ripping a locker door off the hinges, frantically digging around inside, tossing lots of various random stuff all about. Pain slowly rises up, rubbing his neck a bit.
Tyreese: You're wasting your time in here... we don't have any reason to take your suit!
Crauswell: Hmmmph.... Tyreese, you tried to take my belt. When you couldn't succeed... you could've tried to take my suit in revenge. After all, I COMPLETELY DESTROYED YOU! You didn't stand a fair chance... so you wanted an edge. I'd say it was a stupid move on your part. And as soon as I find my previous feathered armor, I'm going to rip you both to SHREDS!!!
Tyreese: I already got over dat ya daft bird...cat...mouse...whatever! I have other things to worry about... then some stupid delusional young man!
Crauswell slowly turns around, stomping the door on the ground, as he moves onto the next area of the room, ripping off and searching inside this one as well. Pain sighs, walking up and tapping Crauswell on the shoulder.
Pain: GET OUT OF MY OFFICE... OR I'LL CALL SECURITY!
Crauswell growls again, grabbing and chucking the locker-room door across the area, the thing slamming hard into it and cracking the wall a bit. Crauswell gives one last look at the two, before slowly backing up and out of the room, not letting his gaze leave them for even a second, Pain sighing and sitting down, holding his head.
Pain: Damn it... that gave me a migraine. I need an aspirin.
Tyreese slowly nods, giving one more look to the destruction caused, before running over fetch his friend one as we fade to the next segment.
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Maelstrom
AC Slater
The Tide Will Turn!
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Post by Maelstrom on Mar 19, 2007 8:30:55 GMT -5
We come back from the commercial break to find ourselves at a nearby harbor. A large truck is pulling up to the edge of the pier. Th driver is being very careful as it's cargo is a huge tank with a shark in it. This however is not any old shark this is the Great White from the Leviathan Chamber. Standing by in front of the camera is EWTs very own Candy Girl.CANDY GIRL: I Candy am here to see the return of one of nature's greatest creatures to it's natural habitat. This shark is not only a vicious predator but it also entertained everyone at March 4th 2007. It is also the creture that ended the career of former EWT World HEavyweight champion Maelstrom. Let us remember him and his memories ... I'd just like to say that if it hadn't been for him I would never have met Sum Guy and would never have got this job. As Candy Girl wipes a tear from her cheek Armbar walks past for no discernable reasonARMBAR: That's not a true armbar, Armbar knows that the armbar of the sea was a total leglock, and that's a modifided armbar fact! Candy girls nods in agreement as if understanding the deranged wrestler, but Armbar has been distracted by a playful dog that is running on the pierARMBAR: Look Doggy! ARMBAAAAARRR!!!! Meanwhile the driver stops the truck right at the edge of the pier and begins adjusting locks and pulleys so that the truck begins to tip back the tank to a diagonal position. Then in one swift press of a button the back of the tank opens releasing gallons and gallons of water into the ocean along with the shark. As the bubbles disperse we can see the shark head out into the ocean, on it's way it rams a small boat with an old man in it who was warning some kids. The old man tragically becomes just another victim. The truck having done it's job drives away and Candy Girl leaves whilst using her mobileCANDY GIRL (On phone): Hey Sum ... what they hurt you again? ... don't worry baby ... Candy will make everything sweet again ... hugs and kisses ... As Candy leaves the camera remains focused on the very edge of the stone pier looking out across the horizon. In the distance the shark can stll be seen swimming away in the tide. the picture though begins to zoom in on the edge as clouds begin to form in the distance. What sounds like incredibly heavy breathing can be heard like it came from the very depths of the ocean and only now has it struggled to evolve and become land based. This sound begins to get louder and louder as we get closer to the edge until, a hand grabs the edge of the stone pier.The camera then fades out.
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