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Post by Toom E. Guci on Dec 23, 2007 22:15:29 GMT -5
*Season’s Beatings opens with a video package showing EWT superstars with the troops. A children’s choir is singing, “Silent Night” over the video package. An aerial shot of the ring with troops & military hardware surrounding the ring can be seen. The helicopter lands in a special LZ as dorf emerges from the helicopter. With dorf is the cast of High School Musical. Zac Efron points to the troops & yells, “What time is it??” The troops have a confused look on their face. Zac Efron does it again, as the cast yells, “Christmas time!!!”
C'mon!!!
What time is it? Christmas time It's our vacation What time is it? Party time That's right Say it loud What time is it? Time of our lives Anticipation What time is it? Christmas time School's out Scream and shout
Finally Christmas's here Good to be chillin' out I'm off the clock The pressure's out Now my girl's what it's all about
Ready for some sunshine For my heart to take a chance I'm here to stay Not movin' away Ready for a winter romance
Everybody ready Goin' crazy, yeah we're out Come on and let me hear you say it now Right now
What time is it? Christmas time It's our vacation What time is it? Party time That's right Say it loud What time is it? Time of our lives Anticipation What time is it? Christmas time School's out Scream and shout
Goodbye to rules No winter school I'm free to shop till I drop
It's an education vacation
And the party never has to stop
We've got things to do We'll see you soon
And we're really gonna miss you all
Goodbye to you and you
And you and you
Bye, bye
Until January 7th
Bye bye
Everybody ready Goin' crazy, yeah we're out Come on and let me hear you say it now Right now
What time is it? Christmas time It's our vacation What time is it? Party time That's right Say it loud What time is it? Time of our lives Anticipation What time is it? Christmas time School's out Scream and shout
No more waking up at 6 A.M. 'Cause now our time is all our own
Enough already, we're waiting C'mon let's go
We're outta control
Alright
Everybody
Yeah
C'mon
School pride, let's show it The champions, we know it U.S. Troops are the best Red, white, and blue When it's time to win, we do it We're number one, we proved it Let's live it up Party down That's what the summer's all about
What time is it?
Christmas time is finally here
Let's Celebrate!
What time is it?
We wanna here you loud and clear now
School's out
We can sleep as late as we want to
It's our time
Now we can do whatever we wanna do
What time is it?
It's Christmastime
We're lovin' it
C'mon and say it again now
What time is it?
It's party time Let's go and have The time of our lives
* The cast of High School Musical jumps around the ring area now, slapping hands with the troops. Dorf makes his way to the ring with a big smile on his face from the LZ. Dorf gets in the ring with the cast of High School Musical & gets on the microphone. *
Dorf: Merry Christmas to all the wonderful troops out there. This, right here, is my Christmas present to you…the cast of High School Musical!!! I hope you all enjoyed it!
* The cast leaves the ring & heads back to the locker room as dorf continues to speak. *
You know, today we bring to you all a time honored from Extreme Wrestlecrap Threaderation. Our special way of saying thank you to you, the men & women of the United States who have come over to this land. The men & women who put a great deal on the line day in & day out. To the men & women serving in our great military. And tonight, we will give you this great….
* Just then, Toom E Dangerously music interrupts as Toom E makes his way down to the ring & grabs a microphone. *
Toom E: Just what the hell are you doing? What the hell have you done to my pay per view?
Dorf: Your pay per view? You forget, I am half owner. If it wasn’t for me, YOU’RE company would be dead & in the ground just like Saddam Hussein.
Toom E: Oh nice one. Go for the cheap pop. That’s just so like you dorf…going for the cheapness. I didn’t create Season’s Beatings for you to come out here, enter the ring in a helicopter, or have some stupid Disney Channel teenyboppers parade around for the troops. I created Season’s Beatings to give back to the troops.
Dorf: Hey!! They’re not teenyboppers. I’ll have you know that they are 18 & 19 year olds!!
Toom E: I know that. I am sure every male here has seen the pictures on the internet.
* The male troops cheer that comment. *
Toom E: See. Just what the hell were you thinking? Is this why you wouldn’t even fly over with the superstars & why you have been so secretive & hiding out?
Dorf: Look, I wanted to give back to the troops. And just like I read in the book “Controversy Creates Cash”, musical guests are the way to go. Master P. KISS. Megadeth. Well, you already had Megadeth on here. And High School Musical is extremely popular back in the United States. Hence, my surprise invite with the cast.
Toom E: You have got to be kidding me!! Look, just get out of the ring now & we will discuss this back in the United States. These troops want to see wrestling, not us bickering. Understand?
Dorf: There is nothing to discuss Bischoff.
* Dorf throws the microphone at Toom E & storms out of the ring. Toom E follows him, as the ring announcer is ready to introduce the first match. *
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Post by Toom E. Guci on Dec 23, 2007 22:16:10 GMT -5
"Reach Out & Touch Faith!" *Depeche Mode's "Personal Jesus" begins playing & the crowd starts booing with a passion.* Justin Roberts: The following match is the Christmas Death Match & it is for the EWT Toolshed Championship! In this match, weapons associated with the Holiday Season are legal & falls count anywhere. A wrestler wins the match when he scores a fall on his opponent & the opponent can not answer a 10-count. Introducing first the challenger, from Tacoma, Washington, weighing in at 260lbs... SIGMA... "G.Q."... WILLIAAAAMMMMSSSS!!! *Sigma emerges with a mic in his hand, ready as always to address his "flock". He doesn't have the luxury as Malone follows quickly behind him & clobbers Sigma in the back of the head with a trash can.* Cole: As relieved as I am to not have to sit through another of Sigma's lectures, I don't think the trashcan counts as being a holiday themed weapon. JBL: Did you hear a bell, Michael? The match hasn't officially started yet. DING-DING! JBL: See, NOW Malone can't use the trashcan! *Sigma falls to his knees & Malone punts Sigma right in the ribs. Williams goes rolling down the ramp as "The Celtic Giant" follows. O'Hare also makes his way out from behind the curtain (sporting a Santa hat as opposed to his usual flat cap), pushing infront of him a whole shopping trolley full of various weapons & assorted Christmas paraphenalia.* Cole: Looks like O'Hare's got all sorts of things in store for Sigma in that shopping cart. *Catching up with Sigma at the foot of the ramp, Malone reaches into the trolley & pulls out a Tickle-Me Elmo. He hits Sigma as hard as he can with the cute little Sesame Street character which convulses & giggles as it makes contact with Williams' head.* JBL: "Tickle Me Elmo"?! Are you kidding?! That's the best he can do?! *Malone tosses the Elmo doll out to the audience of troops & reaches back into the trolley, this time finding an artificial Christmas Tree. Malone jabs Sigma in the midsection with the tree, then breaks it over his back. Malone pauses a moment to raise his arms over his head & give a roar of triumph. Sigma uses this momentary pause to his advantage & spears Malone right back into the trolley & O'Hare. The Coach is sent flying & the various festive weaponry he brought with him is left scattered all over the ramp. Sigma makes a cover on Malone...* 1... 2... 3!!! JBL: Even though he managed to get a pinfall on Malone there, Sigma has to know this match ain't over. There's no way Malone's down fo the 10-count yet. *Sigma backs off as the ref begins a 10-count. Sigma also removes a shopping bag full of items from the ramp & rolls into the ring, removing his cape as he does so.* 1... 2... 3... 4... *Malone gets back to his feet & drags a bag of shopping out of the items strewn across the ramp. Malone steps over the rope into the ring & hurls his bag at Sigma. Sigma catches it, dropping his own bag in the process. Sigma, opens the bag Malone threw at him to discover a 30lbs turkey. The distraction is enough that Shane has time to Spear Sigma to the ground. Malone covers...* 1... 2... 3!!! *The ref begins a 10 count...* 1... 2... 3... *Sigma begins stirring. Malone rummages around in the bag Sigma brought to the ring & pulls out a long string of Christmas Tree Lights. He waits for Sigma to start getting up again then wraps the lightsl around his neck, choking him out.* JBL: Now that's an innovative way of using Christmas lights! *Sigma struggles to get around to the bag again & take out a weapon to break Malone's grip. As soon as he gets near the bag, Malone drags him back again. Sigma grasps at whatever he can on the way past. He manages to get a hold of the turkey. He lobs it back over his shoulder & manages to conk Malone on the head. Malone loosens his grip enough for Sigma to escape from the lights. Sigma rummages in the bag to what else he can get a hold of. He grabs a few small baubles & his sadistic mind begins whirring. Sigma drops the glass baubles on the ground & stomps on them.* Cole: Oh, my! I'm not sure I like what Sigma might have in mind with those baubles, John. *Sigma continues to go through the items in the bag to see what else he can get from it. As he does so, O'Hare leaps up on the apron, he has a "Lynx Male Gift Set" in his hands. He takes a can of deodorant from the box. O'Hare begins taunting Sigma, enough to get his attention. As soon as Sigma looks up, O'Hare sprays him in the face with the deodorant.* Cole: That deodorant stinging the eyes of Sigma. Team Ireland are a bunch of ruthless bastards! JBL: There's practically no disqualification here, Michael. Now that may be stretching the limits of Christmas themed weaponry, but O'Hare knows what he has to do in order to keep the title on his man, Shane Malone. *Sigma reels back, blinded. Malone takes the opportunity to give Sigma a body slam. As Sigma crawls on his hands & knees in an attempt to get back to his feet, he gets a little to close to the glass baubles he smashed earlier. With Sigma's head directly above the smashed glass, Malone places a boot on the back of Sigma's head & stomps his head directly into the glass!* Cole: Oh my! Sigma's plan seems to have backfired! He wound up getting his own face driven in to the broken glass! *Sigma pushes himself up again. His face is a bloody mess. He quickly falls face first on the mat again. Malone rolls him over & covers...* 1... 2... 3!!! *The referee begins a 10-count...* 1... 2... 3... 4... 5... *Sigma begins to sit up again. Malone yanks Sigma to his feet & whips him towards a corner. Malone runs towards the corner, but Sigma counters with a boot to the face. Malone staggers backwards, turning his back on Sigma. Sigma runs towards Malone & Bulldogs him into the broken glass.* JBL: And now Malone gets his face shoved in the glass! This match has become absolutley brutal! *Sigma rolls Shane over & makes a cover...* 1... 2... 3!!! *The 10 count begins...* 1... 2... 3... *Shane sits up! He goes right after Sigma again. Sigma wallops Shane with a festively decorated box. Shane immediately drops to the ground. Sigma opens the box to reveal that a brick was inside. He smirks as he goes for another cover on Malone...* 1... 2... 3!!! *And the 10 count again...* 1... 2... 3... *O'Hare is fiddling about under the ring. He drags out a table with "MERRY XMAS" spraypainted on it.* 4... 5... *Sigma notices Shane is starting to stir. He moves towards a corner & rips the turnbuckle pad off.* 6... *Shane is nearly getting back on his knees. Sigma drags him over to the exposed turnbuckle & rams his head into it repeatedly. O'Hare slides his festive table into the ring. Sigma leaves Malone for a moment & slides outside the ring to get some more Seasonal weaponry. He looks in O'Hare's shopping trolley & finds some weapons that are more to his liking: a Singapore Cane wrapped in tinsel & a steel chair with a Santa sticker on it.* Cole: Well, if they're decorated festively enough, I suppose that chairs, kendo sticks & tables qualify as "holiday-themed" weapons. *Sliding back into the ring, Sigma cracks Malone in the head with the cane. He swings back & does it again... & again. He goes for another swing, but Malone blocks it. He snatches the cane from Sigma & cracks Williams repeatedly in the ribs. As Sigma turns his back on Malone to avoid the brutal caning, Malone takes one final swing with the cane & causes the thing to splinter as he whacks Sigma on the back! Sigma falls to the mat as Malone covers him...* 1... 2... 3!!! *The ref begins the count...* 1... 2... 3... 4... 5... *Sigma is stirring.* 6... 7... *Sigma is back on his knees. Malone sets up the table O'Hare slid into the ring in a corner. Sigma clubs Malone from behind & quickly spins him around for an Evenflow DDT. Sigma leaves Shane lying in the ring for a moment as he goes looking for weapons. He hokes about under the ring & brings a long silver pole out.* Cole: What the...? That's hardly holiday related! JBL: That's a Festivus Pole, Michael! Not all of us are as small-minded as you! *Sigma hits Malone on the back with the Festivus Pole, then brings Malone to his feet & hits him with a version of the White Russian Leg Sweep. Sigma goes for a cover...* 1... 2... 3!!! *And the 10 count starts...* 1... 2... 3... 4... 5... *Malone is stirring.* 6... *Shane sits back up* 7... JBL: You see now, Michael it's getting harder & harder for these guys to get back up each time. The match is really wearing them down. 8... 9... *Malone gets back on his feet. Sigma swings the Festivus Pole at Malone again. Malone blocks it. He tears the Festivus Pole from Sigma's hands & tosses it aside. He whips Sigma towards O'Hare's festive table, Sigma manages to put the brakes on before reaching the table. He turns around just in time to see Malone running right at him, preparing to spear him through the table. Sigma manages to side-step Malone's attack & Malone goes crashing through the table.* JBL: Maybe next time that idiot'll learn to watch where he's headed! *Sigma yanks Malone out of the broken wood & covers him...* 1... 2... 3!!! *The ref begins the 10-count...* 1... 2... 3... Cole: This has to be it, John. Malone just went crashing through that table, how can he get up from that! 4... JBL: Don't underestimate Malone's toughness, Michael. He's come back from some hellacious offense in this match already. 5... *Malone is beginning to stir...* 6... Cole: Unbelievable! How can these men continue to compete?! 7... 8... 9... *Shane is back on his feet. Sigma is as stunned as anyone. O'Hare is on the apron, whispering instructions to Malone. Malone nods understanding as Sigma rifles around outside the ring to look for more weapons. He finds a Hannukah Menorah & cracks it over the back of Malone's head. Malone tries to shake it off & he whips Sigma to the outside, near the ramp. Malone is in obvious pain, holding the back of his head. He runs towards where Sigma stands & knocks his challenger down with a Baseball Slide. Sigma goes rolling backwards up the ramp. Malone follows as Sigma scrambles to his feet. The pair of them brawl up the ramp. Once at the top of the ramp, Malone attempts to whip Sigma into the audience, but Sigma revereses it & sends Malone crashing into the crowd instead. As Malone lies in the middle of the troops, Sigma executes a Moonsault off the ramp, landing on top of Malone. He's making the cover & the referee counts...* 1... 2... 3!!! *The ref's 10-count begins...* 1... 2... 3... Cole: I don't think Malone will be getting up from that one. Even Sigma's having a hard time standing up! 4... 5... 6... 7... *Malone is starting to sit up...* 8... 9... *Malone is back on his feet... but he falls back to his knees nearly immediately. He grabs Sigma & throws him out over the guardrail. Sigma, a dazed bloody mess, makes his way back to the ring where we see Coach O'Hare has been busy. O'Hare has four tables stacked up, 2 on top of 2, outside the ring.* Cole: Now how can those possibly count as being Christmas related? *Sean McCann comes running down to the ring with 4 bottles of Christmas Brandy. He hands 2 bottles to O'Hare. The Coach pours the contents of the bottles all over the bottom two tables. McCann leans out over the top rope inside the ring & empties his bottles over the top two tables.* Cole: Another tenuous Christmas link there. JBL: Credit where it's due, Michael. These guys are thinking outside the box. *Sigma grabs Sean from behind & gives him a Scorpion Death Drop. After Sigma has dealt with Sean, Malone grabs Sigma & hits him with the Dragon Slayer! O'Hare reaches under the ring & pulls out the Barbed-wire wrapped Hurley, which has a Christmas star hanging off it. he throws the Hurley to Shane, who smacks the barely concious Sigma with it.* Cole: What a vicious shot with that barbed wire Hurley! Sigma's already busted open. Now look at the cuts opened on his cheek! *O'Hare tosses a match onto the Christmas Brandy drenched tables. Malone hefts Sigma up for a "Giant's Causeway" & sends him crashing through the stack of flaming tables. Sigma is barely able to roll out of the flaming wreckage. As he lies barely moving on the ground, Malone scales to the top turnbuckle inside the ring. He leaps off with a Body Splash landing on Sigma...* 1... 2... 3!!! Cole: Unbelievable! Surely Sigma can't get up from that! *The 10 count begins.* 1... 2... 3... 4... 5... 6... 7... *Sigma tries to sit up, but he can barely move* 8... 9... *Sigma sits up, but he can't get to his feet!* 10!!! DING-DING-DING! *Waylander's "Born to the Fight" begins playing. O'Hare fetches the Toolshed Title belt & hands it to Shane* Roberts: Here is your winner & STILL the EWT Toolshed Champion... "The Celtic Giant"... SHAAAAAANNNNNE... MAAAAAA~LOOOOOOONNNNE! *Before Shane has much of a chance to celebrate, he gets whacked with a steel chair, after all the punishment his body has taken this evening, this final shot is just too much for him. The camera pans back to reveal that the chair shot came from The Bad Man!!!* Cole: Oh my! John, it's The Bad Man! We haven't seen him in EWT since his match with Mr. Big! *Sigma struggles to get to his feet & seems ready to congratulate The Bad Man, until The Bad Man hits Sigma with the chair too!* *The Bad Man has laid out both Sigma and Shane with a chair, his eyes darting back and forth between the two men who had just been fighting. His eyes settle on the gold belt that lies between them.* Micheal Cole: Oh My! Both Malone and Sigma never saw it coming John, What are this man's intentions? What is he doing out here? JBL: Cole, this Bad Man has made his intentions clear ... *The Bad Man slouches down, his fat rolling over his pants like a jelly mold gone wrong, and touches the belt a smile of evil joy on his gnarled features.* JBL: ... He wants the Toolshed title Cole and who is going to stop him from taking it ... Who? *This music ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=SmZ-MJL-FUU ) starts playing as The Bad Man picks the Toolshed title up & caresses it. He drapes the belt over his own shoulder & leaves with it as a look of terror crosses the face of Coach O'Hare.*
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Post by Toom E. Guci on Dec 23, 2007 22:16:39 GMT -5
(A preview of the next EWT pay-per-view is played; followed by a advertisement for EWT’s development territory, WHOA.)
Back at the undisclosed location in Iraq, all eyes are directed towards the center of the ring where Toni “TG” Garcya stands with mic in hand.
TG: “The follow—is a NO HOLDS BARRED MATCH.”
The audience of military personnel roars in excitement for upcoming contest.
TG: “The setup of the match is following: there are no disqualifications; no count outs, and the only way to win is by pin fall, submission or knockout.”
JBL: “Well Cole, I would lying if I said I wasn’t looking forward to this match! Man, is this gonna hell of fight!”
“Keep on Liftin’” by dj nagureo begins to play and is practically drowned out by the boos from the vocal crowd. Seconds later, Ratings steps out on to the entrance stage before the jeering, mostly male spectators; refusing to become distracted by them while maintaining his focus on the match at hand. On a side note, Ratings is unveiling somewhat new attire this evening. His usual shiny gold pants have been replaced with a equally flashy silver tone and the coloring of the letters and symbols on the pants are now violet, as is his silk kimono robe and tinted sunglasses. As he stands on the stage, glaring at the audience; a 2nd figure makes his way onto the entrance stage. Stepping into the spotlight next to Ratings, the man reveals himself to be the other half of Elite Perfection—Chance Confidence. Dressed in a custom made camouflage-patterned suit and black sunglasses, Chance smiles “confidently” and looks to Ratings with a nod. Ratings nods back and the duo head down the aisle.
TG: “Introducing first: being accompanied by Chance Confidence; from Palm Springs, California; weighing in at 218 pounds—RATINGS!!!”
Cole: “It has been over two months since Ratings has been seen in EWT, in what one he has described as a well earned sabbatical. But make no mistake, he is not walking into this match unprepared. Ratings made it clear that he has been training vigorously for tonight’s match.”
JBL: “Vigorously is an understatement, Cole. Ratings has been training at the most prestigious and advanced athletic training facilities in the world. His regiment makes Ivan Drago’s training look like high school track practice. He’s prepared physically and mentally for this match and he’s not going down without a fight.”
Cole: “And what a fight he has for himself tonight.”
Inside the ring, Ratings discards his entrance accessories and runs his hand through his medium length, platinum blonde hair before doing some light stretching. Afterwards, he goes over some match strategies and receives advice from Chance as his entrance music fades out. As the audience waits for the 2nd competitor of the match, they take the opportunity to start a “TIDE WILL TURN” chant. Chance comically start jaw-jacking back to audience, while Ratings continues to stare at the entrance stage. Suddenly, Muse’s “Apocalypse Please” begins to play, cuing the audience to roar in approval. Blue smoke rises from the entrance stage as a tall, muscular and equally menacing character walks through it to the crowd’s approval. There stood the Leviathan of EWT—Maelstrom. With an icy glare to his opponent, the big man proceeds down the ring where TG introduces him to the spectators in attendance.
TG: “And his opponent: from the Aquarium; weighing in at 286 pounds… MAELSTROM!!!”
Cole: “Here comes the former EWT World Heavyweight Champion; the former 2-time EWT Tri-State Champion; and probably the most dominate superstar that has ever stepped foot into EWT… “The Beast from the Deep” Maelstrom.”
JBL: “Name the best, Maelstrom has beaten the best: Billy Ubermark, Spaz, Eddie Omega, Principal Pain; hell, he even defeated the man in his opponent’s corner tonight, Chance Confidence. He’s beaten them all, but Ratings has be a thorn in his side for the longest time. I have no doubt in my mind that Maelstrom wants nothing more than to end this tonight.”
Cole: “Maelstrom won the last time these two faced one-on-one at Old School, thanks to Ratings purposely got himself disqualified when he knocked Maelstrom out with pair of platinum knuckles.”
JBL: “No DQs this time, though. It’s No Holds Barred and there has to be a winner.”
Maelstrom enters the ring, his gaze still locked onto Ratings; who after shaking hands with Chance and some final advice, stares right back. Chance leaves the ring, as does TG, leaving only the referee for this match, Maelstrom & Ratings. As Strom’s music fades to silence, the referee signals the timekeeper to ring the bell. The crowd is on their feet, anxious to see the two rivals fight as they approach the center of the ring and engage in a long stare down. Although outmatched in size and strength, Ratings shows no fear looking back at 6’8” monster; and while Maelstrom has that for an advantage, his serious expression shows that he isn’t taking Ratings lightly. Ratings starts things by shoving Maelstrom, which hardly moves the colossus. Maelstrom returns with a shove of his own that sends Ratings backwards and onto the ground. Ratings though is quick to his feet and charges to his opponent. He catches Maelstrom off guard as he leaps and smashes his elbow against Strom’s forehead, sending him into a daze. The crowd is shocked as they watch Ratings take the fight to Maelstrom, hitting him with hard rights to the head and backing him against the ropes on the left side of the ring. Their dismay changes to delight though as Maelstrom begins fighting back with punches of his own. The blows break through Ratings futile attempt to guard himself, and it isn’t long before he finds himself in the top right ring corner, where Maelstrom continues to take the fight to him.
Cole: “And just when Ratings seemed to have the early advantage, Maelstrom takes control of the match.”
JBL: “I’ll admit that that wasn’t the best way to start the match for Ratings. Maelstrom is probably one of the best strikers in the game. He’ll never be able to beat him that way.”
Maelstrom continues to assault Ratings and looks to top it off with a big haymaker. The only thing he hits however, is the top turnbuckle pad as Ratings quickly dodges the attack. Just as Maelstrom turns around to face his opponent, Ratings stuns him with a sharp kick to the back of the leg. The sound from the impact rings throughout the area and Ratings follows it up with a series of kicks to the thigh of Maelstrom; each shot weakening the big man to the point where he is almost has one knee to the ground.
JBL: “That’s how you take down a big man! Go for the legs. Cut off his mobility and use your speed to the advantage. Well played by Ratings.”
With Maelstrom favoring his leg in the center of the ring, Ratings hits the ropes and after using them for added speed, heads back to Maelstrom and attempts to kick him in the head. Maelstrom is able to recover at the last second and avoids the kick. He stands up straight and grabs Ratings by the next with one hand, obviously looking to go for a chokeslam. Just as he is about to lift his opponent up, Ratings gets in a eye rake, once again stunning Maelstrom much to the crowd’s disapproval. Ratings hits the ropes again and hits Maelstrom with a flying clothesline that sends Maelstrom reeling backwards to the ropes behind him. This however allows him to use the ropes for support and as soon as he recovers, Maelstrom pushes himself off the ropes and floors Ratings with a hard clothesline. The crowd applauds as Maelstrom looks down at the dazed Ratings. Maelstrom drags him up to his feet by the hair and performs an Irish whip to the ropes. As Ratings returns to the center of the ring, Maelstrom connects with a huge back body drop. Holding his back in pain, Ratings gets back to his feet and staggers towards the ropes. Just as he turns around to face his opponent, Maelstrom is already rushing towards him and knocks him over the top rope and out of the ring with a stiff lariat. Chance comes to check on Ratings as the audience cheer for Maelstrom. As Chance helps Ratings to his feet, Maelstrom scales to the top turnbuckle and performs a incredible shooting star press onto both Ratings & Chance Confidence. “HOLY S***” chants run rampant as all three men are laid out from Maelstrom’s aerial maneuver.
Cole: “What a move! Maelstrom throwing everything on the line tonight! Taking out both Ratings & Chance Confidence!”
JBL: “We just witnessed a 6’8”, near 300 pound behemoth move like a cruiserweight! What an athlete Maelstrom is!”
Maelstrom is the first to get up and shakes off the weariness from his attack. He drags Ratings back up to his feet and whips him into the barricade surrounding ringside. Maelstrom follows up with running big boot to the face that sends Ratings over the barricade and into the audience area. Maelstrom himself hops over the barricade and the troops go wild as Maelstrom continues to assault Ratings through the crowd. It isn’t long before the two make their way to a M1 Abrams tank that a bunch of soldiers were using to get a better view of the action. Maelstrom hits Ratings with a hard right to the jaw, sending the Palm Springs Playboy reeling in front of the tank’s cannon. Maelstrom follows and clubs Ratings in the back. He sets Ratings up for a powerbomb, which the audience vocally announce their approval for. Unfortunately, Ratings connects with a low blow. With Maelstrom stunned from the cheap shot, Ratings follows up with a DDT to the floor. As he catches his breath, Ratings looks over to the tank 5 feet away from he and Maelstrom. He stands up and approaches the tank and climbs to the top of it just as Maelstrom begins to get back to his feet. Standing before the 32 foot cannon leading towards Maelstrom and after a deep breath, Ratings runs forward. In a amazing display of balance and agility, Ratings quickly tightrope runs down the cannon and leaps off before the end and hits Maelstrom with flying forearm ala AJ Styles.
JBL: this is why Ratings is one of the top stars in EWT Today, athleticism and risk combined to create damaging power!
Maelstrom is staggered, while Ratings mocks his opponent before kicking him in the gut. The crowd jeers but Ratings is uninterested in fan approval. Maelstrom eventually gets to his feet but only to discover re-energized Ratings on the attack. The two men brawl some more through the troops watching. As they go a small cloud of sand follows them. The camera switches to a new angle just in time to see Ratings have a punch blocked and then get hurled over the railing by Maelstrom. Maelstrom follows after his opponent and lifts him up and slams him over the railing, one half in the crowd. Maelstrom gives a shrug at Ratings predicament before booting him across the face sending him tumbling to the floor outside the ring. The fans give a cheer as Maelstrom grabs his opponent and shoves him back inside the ring. Suddenly Chance clocks Maelstrom from the blindside with a hard clothesline, caught unaware Maelstrom is out on the side of the ring and Chance shoves him inside. Ratings rolls over and gets up as Maelstrom tries to regain his bearings and connects with a low dropkick followed by a high leaping legdrop. Ratings covers …
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Maelstrom shoves Ratings off and gets back to his feet. Ratings in no mood to complain watches his opponent carefully as he stands before dropping forward chop blocking the already weakened leg of Maelstrom. Maelstrom drops to his knees as Ratings continues his assault on the leg with more kicks before grabbing it and applying a kneebar. Maelstrom struggles with the hold before thumping Ratings off and getting back to his feet only for Ratings to swoop low and apply an ankle lock!
JBL: This is smart wrestling Cole, working that leg like a true professional!
COLE: But can Ratings really stop Maelstrom this way? So many times Maelstrom has come back from seemingly impossible situations!
Ratings drags Maelstrom to the centre of the ring and has the ankle lock applied perfectly. Maelstrom is in trouble as he tries to bypass the pain but his face tells a tale of frustration. The referee hovers nearby asking Maelstrom if he has had enough but each time he shakes his head as he edges closer to the ropes. Ratings applies more pressure and almost looks like he might tear the ankle off but Maelstrom refuses to bow and claws at the ring floor towards the ropes, Ratings sensing the danger pulls Maelstrom back and then drops to the ground locking the hold in with his legs!
JBL: That’s it! Maelstrom is done, not only has Ratings got him dead centre of the ring Cole, but he has also scissored the move into a grapevine. No escape.
Indeed Maelstrom can’t go anywhere now and Ratings is desperate for him to tap as is Chance Confidence who bellows for Maelstrom to tap out as well. The crowd though is firmly on Maelstrom’s side and slam the railings in unison to give hope to there superstar. Maelstrom’s face shows one of grit as using his upper body he pushes off the ground, and in one sheer power surge he flips over taking Ratings with him!
COLE: Oh My!! Would you look at the power JBL!
JBL: … … *Speechless*
COLE: Er … JBL?
Now Ratings is face down on the mat and Maelstrom easily disentangles himself from the hold and clobbers Ratings over the back of the head much to the joy of the fans. Chance can’t believe it and gets up on the apron only for Maelstrom to knock him back down with a hard right. Maelstrom gets to his feet bu the leg is clearly hurting as he limps with his walk. Ratings is also back up and tries to attack Maelstrom’s leg again but Maelstrom knows it and locks his arms around Ratings waist and hits a gutwrench suplex. Ratings in trouble is back up but only in time to meet Maelstrom for another Gutwrench suplex! Maelstrom covers …
1 … 2 …
Ratings kicks out and tries to escape up the turnbuckle after a quick thumb to the eye. Ratings takes a bit too long though as Maelstrom catches him in a ‘Ric Flair’ predicament. Ratings shakes his head not wanting to be thrown and Maelstrom relents, before grabbing him by the throat and chokeslamming him off the turnbuckle!! The troops cheers are loud and wild!
JBL: That no good Maelstrom, fooling Ratings into letting him off!
Maelstrom falls into the cover.
1 … 2 … 3 … Ropebreak!!
No chance has placed Ratings foot on the ropes! Maelstrom is not happy and heads outside to confront a rapidly retreating Chance Confidence. Maelstrom calls for him to bring it and Chance changes his tone as he heads towards Maelstrom. Ratings is back up and seeing Maelstrom with his back to him outside of the ring grabs the ropes and propels himself over … No Wait!! Maelstrom saw it and Ratings collides with Chance taking him out! Maelstrom shakes his head and lifts Ratings up and throws him back in the ring. Chance groggily gets up and points a finger at Maelstrom, only for Maelstrom to look behind Chance.
It’s Oceanic!!! One chair shot later and Chance is dreaming of Hawaii. Maelstrom nods a thanks before heading almost on one foot back into the ring to find a tired but determined Ratings staring a hole through him. Maelstrom crunches his knuckles as these two men give it one last all or nothing attack to finish this! Ratings and Maelstrom waste no time as they pound on one another neither combatant’s punches having the same effect as they did at the start of the match. Ratings platinum hair is drenched with sweat as he counters a Maelstrom punch into an armtwist only for him to nearly have his head taken off by a vicious clothesline! Maelstrom holds his leg in pain before signaling for the Whirlpool! … the crowd begins to get restless as Maelstrom stalks Ratings who is getting back up.
COLE: This could be it!
Maelstrom lashes out with a boot to the gut, no Ratings caught it and spins him round and tries a "Headliner" but Maelstrom lifts Ratings off the ground at the headlock stage and slams him into the mat with little finesse! Ratings clutches his back as Maelstrom drops an elbow and tries for a simple end to the match with a cover.
1 … 2 … 3 …
Ratings has none of it though at the last minute, Maelstrom brings Ratings up with him and possibly looks for a vortex drop but Ratings is too quick and lashes out with a “Critically Acclaimed” ! Maelstrom reels into the ropes barely standing. Ratings asks for applause but gets none before signaling for the Finale! Ratings waits for Maelstrom who using the ropes heaves himself back into the match … here comes Ratings! .. here he … NO! Maelstrom has blocked the move with sheer force! Ratings can’t believe it as he is shoved away head over heels! Maelstrom favoring his good leg calls for Ratings to try again but Ratings is not so keen. A barely coherent Chance Confidence hurls the discarded chair towards Ratings to use, but Maelstrom catches it in mid-flight and chucks it away. Ratings seeing this as his opportunity anyway charges forward and connects!! Finale!!!
JBL: There it is .. the ratings are thought the roof tonight Cole!!
Maelstrom is down as the referee makes the cover …
1 … 2 … 3 …
Maelstrom got a shoulder up! Ratings looks up in shock!! He cannot believe what has happened and grabs the referee by the shirt arguing for the three and the bell. Ratings seething turns back to Maelstrom who is getting back up ... he signals once again for the finale. He charges at Maelstrom, the arm connects for the STO but Maelstrom holds firm and then swings Ratings back and around into a modified Samoan slam! … Maelstrom is on fire as roars at the audience, grabs Ratings and lifts up over his shoulders, before beginning to spin … one, two, three, four , five … no wait Ratings is not as beaten as one thinks and slips out of it and drops a slightly dizzy Maelstrom with a reverse DDT. With Maelstrom down again Ratings heads to the turnbuckle … he climbs up and leaps off with a beautiful corkscrew moonsault which connects! Ratings doesn’t go for the pin and heads to the turnbuckle again, he points at Maelstrom and shouts out ‘This is my Moment!’ at the troops who boo him. Ratings gets to the top no wait Maelstrom has somehow got to his feet and shaken the ropes, Ratings crotches himself on the turnbuckle! … Maelstrom tire and in pain still manages a gritty grin and catches Ratings with a forearm as he too climbs the turnbuckle.
COLE: This won’t end well …
Ratinsg still in pain from his loss of balance can do little as Maelstrom thumps him a few more times before lifting him onto his shoulders … at such a perilous height things are looking scary …
JBL: No …Nooo! He can’t do that!!!
Maelstrom with one giant effort leaps and spins with Ratings above him and manges a cycle before Maelstrom slams into the ground pinning Ratings with his own version of a superwhirlpool powerbomb!
1 … 2 … 3!
The bell rings as ‘Apocalypse Please’ blares from the speakers.
TG: The winner of this match … MAELSTROM!!!
The army fans applaud and cheer as Maelstrom’s arm is raised in victory. Maelstrom aknoledges the support as his adrenaline rush begins to fade, his leg still hurting from the match. Ratings meanwhile can only stare blankly at the hot Iraqi sun beating down on him.
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Post by Toom E. Guci on Dec 23, 2007 22:17:10 GMT -5
Michael Cole: It's been a great night of EWT action so far, partner, and coming up next, we've got a hardcore match between two men who are well-versed in the hardcore style, and that's Hardcore Hensley and Marcus Trunk.
John Bradshaw Layfield: One month ago, Hensley offered an open Hardcore Challenge for Season's Beatings, and the returning Marcus Trunk answered. Hensley can knock you out with his stiff kicks and weapon shots, but we know Trunk really knows how to take a beatin'.
Cole: The ring is absolutely LITTERED with dangerous objects for these men to use. There's kendo sticks, chairs, tables...
JBL: There's a barbed wire baseball bat in there too! I guarantee ya, by the end of this match, both of these guys are gonna be bleedin' like a stuck pig!
Justin Roberts is in the ring to make the match announcement.
Roberts: Your next contest for EWT Season's Beatings is an ICKS-TUR-REEEEAAAAAAMMM ROOLS MATCH...and it is scheduled for one fall!
"Fury of the Storm" starts up as Hardcore Hensley comes out onto the stage, pushing a shopping cart full of plunder.
Roberts: Introducing first, from Richmond, Virginia, weighing in at 252 pounds...HARDCORE...HENSLEY!!
Cole: And the name says it all, John. Hardcore Hensley is a brawler and a fighter, and he won't hesitate to pull out a foreign object and make his presence known.
JBL: There's no such thing as a "foreign object" in a hardcore match, Maggle! It's all legal!
Hensley starts unloading the shopping cart. He tosses, among other things, a kendo stick, two chairs, and a washboard, into the ring.
"For Those Who Fight Further" flares across the loudspeakers as Hensley finishes emptying the cart.
Roberts: And his opponent, from Detroit, Michigan, he weighed in this morning at 305 pounds...MARCUS...TRUNK!!!
Hensley slides into the ring while Trunk stands tall on the entrance stage, soaking in his fans' cheers. He takes another moment then heads for the weapon-infested ring. Once both men are in their respective corners, the bell sounds.
Extreme Rules Match Hardcore Hensley vs Marcus Trunk
At the ringing of the bell, the entire crowd rises to their feet. After a month of waiting, the time has finally come. Neither performer makes a move to start, awaiting the other. Alas, they meet in the center of the ring, face to face. Fans at ringside start slapping against the guardrails, and a "LET'S GO TRUNK!" chant even begins. It is soon matched by a "LET'S GO HENSLEY!" one, and the two are jacking their jaws away. Almost no room can be seen between them, and the fans are found on the edge of their seats!
So it begins, out of nowhere, they each open up trading stiff right hands. Neither man backs away, standing on their two feet, they trade blow after blow. The crowd continue chanting, and the fans at ringside join in while still slapping the barricade enthusiastically. They go on until Trunk seems to gain a slight advantage. Instead of being even, he seems to get two hits in compared to Hensley's one. Seeing his loss in sight, Hensley ducks an incoming shot, and tackles the bigger man off of his feet!
Cole: Superb amateur-style take down by Hensley!
JBL: I'm just surprised Trunk didn't fall on anything but the mat!
Hensley mounts Trunk, and spoon feeds him more rights. Trunk eats a handful before managing to shove the youngster off. He leaps up quickly, but Hensley is hot in pursuit. A Lou Thesz press onto Trunk places him back down on the mat!
Cole: Hensley's not gonna slow down for Trunk.
JBL: Half of Hensley's offense comes through the air! If Trunk plans on winning this bout, he's gonna have to aim for the under body here in the early going.
Hensley unloads as many more rights as he can until Trunk pushes him aside once more. Trunk eyes Hensley closely as he rises up. The crowd has remained as hot as it was from the start, and doesn't seem to be slowing down anytime soon.
Cole: Despite the size difference, these two seem to be pretty evenly matched!
Hensley charges at Trunk, but is met with a shoulderblock. While Hensley is on the mat, Trunk gets one of the chairs and sets it up in the middle of the ring. Trunk picks up Hensley and whips him to the ropes, then flapjacks him int the air. But as Hensley comes down, he grabs Trunk around the neck and snaps him down into a DDT onto the chair!
JBL: That was an amazing move by Hensley! That's where the experience pays off!
Cole: Going for the cover...!
1...2...kickout.
Cole: No, he couldn't get him!
As Trunk gets to his hands and knees, Hensley picks up another chair. He lays the chair across Trunk's back, and performs an axe kick on the chair!
Cole: Trunk taking more punishment from that chair! Going for a cover...hook of the LEEEEG and no.
Trunk kicked out of the axe kick to the back.
Hensley decides to grab one of the kendo sticks. As Trunk gets up, Hensley takes a swing, but Trunk ducks. Trunk spots another kendo stick near his feet. He quickly snatches it up, whips around, and smacks Hensley in the arm with it, forcing Hensley to drop his own stick. Trunk delivers a shot to Hensley's chest, making Hensley cringe with the pain. Trunk then floows up with three shots to Hensley's leg, causing Hensley to drop to his knees, where Trunk cracks him across the back with the stick.
Cole: Hensley taking SHOT AFTER SHOT with that kendo stick!
Trunk goes behind Hensley and holds the stick under Hensley's chin, pulling back on it as Hensley cries out in pain. He then puts his foot on the back of Hensley's head, setting him up for a modified Curb Stomp!
Cole: What's this? Don't tell me he's gonna...
JBL: Here it comes!
Trunk stomps Hensley's head, snapping the kendo stick in half!
Cole: Oh my!
JBL: He snapped that durn thing right in half!
A trickle of blood rolls off Hensley's chin and down his neck.
Hensley falls to the mat in pain. He rolls around, leaving a trail of his own blood. Trunk smirks then tosses the remains of the weapon aside. He drags his opponent over to one of the four corners then hoists him up top.
Cole: I don't like where this is going.
JBL: What's he thinking?
Trunk picks up a cookie sheet, and blasts Hensley upside his head with it. The shot rings out across the arena, and the fans at ringside "oooh" and "ahhh" at the dented weapon. Trunk turns to set up an abnormally small table. He has some difficulty initially, and Hensley uses the extra time to revive himself. Once Trunk finally turns back, Hensley leaps off the top rope, attempting a hurricanrana. He almost executes it to perfection, but Trunk manages to use his incredible strength to catch him midway. Hensley's face goes visibly upset as Trunk pulls him back up into a powerbomb position. Hensley goes hectic, throwing as many rights and lefts as he can, but Trunk inevitably slams him down through the table.
Cole: Ouch! That will be felt in the morning!
JBL: Morning? He's feeling it now!
Hensley clenches his teeth while Trunk holds his head momentarily. He walks over to his fallen opponent, noticeably irritated, and jerks him up to his feet. Trunk lands a few open hand smacks that deafen the crowd before wrapping Hensley's arms up into a double under hook position. The fans raise their eyebrows at what he has planned next. Trunk jogs over to the side of the ring then tosses Hensley over the top rope, through two well placed tables on the outside!
Cole: Jesus!
JBL: Oh my...
The fans roar with acceptance as Trunk is shown recovering in the ring. We move to Hensley, who lays half dead beneath the wreckage of the wood.
Seeing an opportunity, Trunk exits the ring and pulls off the apron cover, looking for more weapons.
Cole: What can Trunk be looking for here?
JBL: There's already plenty of weapons in the ring! Whatever he's looking for, it's got to be even deadlier than a chair or a kendo stick!
Trunk reaches under and pulls out a barbed wire flatboard!
Cole: Oh my! That board is covered with barbed wire!
JBL: Hardcore Hensley is done, Maggle! It's all over but the shouting!
Trunk then reaches under the ring again and produces a table. He sets up the table next to the ring on the entrance ramp side, and then places the barbed wire board on top of the table. Hensley, still laying among the wreckage of the other tables, begins to stir. But Trunk makes his way to the fallen Hensley and drags him to his feet, and rolls him back into the ring.
Trunk gets into the ring and picks up Hensley, but Hensley delivers an elbow to Trunk's stomach.
Cole: Hensley may be showing signs of life here!
Hensley elbows Trunk repeatedly until Trunk lets go of him. Hensley then lays into Trunk with stiff kicks to the chest and abdomen.
Cole: Hensley is getting his second wind! Trunk is down to his knees!
With Trunk reeling, Hensley picks up one of the chairs. He goes off the ropes, and skateboard kicks the chair right into Trunk's face!
Cole: Steel chair right to the face!
JBL: Trunk won't get up from this one!
1...2...Trunk kicks out!
Cole: Oh my! Trunk is still in it!
JBL: Marcus Trunk is a fighter, Maggle Cole! He just won't quit!
Hensley pounds his fist to the mat in frustration. He picks up another chair and waits for Trunk, whose face is now a crimson mask, to get to his feet.
Cole: And look at Trunk's face! It's the proverbial crimson mask!
When Trunk is to his feet, Hensley charges at him, but Trunk catches him, whips him around, and slams him down with a Trunk Buster!
Cole: Trunk Buster! Connects! With authority!
JBL: This could be the move that turns the tide in this match!
Trunk is very slow to get to his feet, but Hensley can barely move on his own. Trunk picks up Hensley and decides it's time to end it. He takes him over to the entrance-side apron, where the barbed wire board is set up. Trunk and Hensley are now both standing on the apron.
Cole: What does Marcus Trunk have in mind here?
JBL: He's looking to end this match!
Trunk puts Hensley's head between his legs, makes a cutthroat motion, and hoists Hensley onto his shoulders for a powerbomb!
Cole: Here it comes!
But Hensley drives his elbow into Trunk's forehead, stopping Trunk from slamming him down. But Trunk still holds Hensley on his shoulders. Hensley grabs Trunk in a headlock, and looks down at the barbed wire.
Cole: What's Hensley looking to do here?
Keeping the headlock on Trunk, he swings off of Trunk's shoulders, and drives his head down, off the apron, headfirst through the barbed wire table!!!
JBL: HOLY S***!!
Cole: OH MY GOD!! PIZZA CUTTER!! PIZZA CUTTER!! PIZZA CUTTER RIGHT ONTO THE BARBED WIRE!! TRUNK AND HENSLEY COME CRASHING DOWN THROUGH THE BARBED WIRE TABLE!!
The troops explode into a "HOLY S***" chant!
Hensley crawls to his feet, then spreads his arms and furiously screams at the top of his lungs! Trunk is completely out of it, his body a mess of blood and barbed wire. Hensley wipes his forehead and splashes the sweat on the fallen Trunk. He looks around for a moment, then eyes the top turnbuckle, and then he starts laughing.
Cole: Wow. Hardcore Hensley is starting to frighten me.
JBL: He's eyeing that top turnbuckle, Cole. He's got some evil intentions.
Hensley climbs up to the apron, and ascends the turnbuckles. Trunk is still prone and lying on the broken barbed wire board below.
Cole: No. No! You've got to be kidding me! Don't do it, Hensley! Don't do it!
Hensley stands atop the turnbuckle, points up at the sky, and hits a Shooting Star Press! Trunk is crushed into the barbed wire!
Cole: HE DID IT! SHOOTING STAR PRESS TO THE FLOOR! MARCUS TRUNK IS DONE!!
JBL: Like I said, the name says it all! He will go to any lengths to win a match!
Another chant of "HOLY S***" erupts from the sea of fatigue-clad soldiers.
Cole: I don't think Hensley's finished.
JBL: What else is there left to do?
Hensley rises from the barbed wire carnage, some of which still remains in the side of his arm. He cries out in agony as he lifts Trunk up to his feet. Following a couple rights, he slams his head off of the apron then pushes onto it. Hensley places two steel chairs, split apart from one another then goes under the ring, and removes a LADDER!
Cole: Oh dear God.
JBL: Business just picked up, Maggle!
He drapes it in between the couple of chairs then goes back under the ring once more.
Cole: What else is there to get?
JBL: I don't think I wanna know to be honest with you.
The insane bastard that he is, Hensley takes out some lighter fluid. He dumps it all over the obscure ladder, smiling the entire time.
Cole: This is down right unpleasant.
JBL: I'm not too comfortable with this either.
Hensley empties the can then tosses it aside. He looks around cautiously.
Hensley: Somebody get me a lighter!
As he says that, hundreds of matches and lighters are thrown in from the crowd of soldiers. Hensley laughs it up, and "Hotter Than Hell" Jacob Leonard appears from the sea of green.
Cole: Who is this guy?
JBL: I don't know, but he's shown to be some sort of companion with Hensley.
Leonard produces a single match, and they both trade dirty grins. Hensley climbs up onto the apron, and puts Trunk down looking for a powerbomb.
Cole: Oh no!
JBL: Can Hensley even powerbomb that man?
At Hensley's command, Leonard drops the match, and the entire ladder goes ablaze! Before Hensley can even start to lift Trunk though, Trunk rises up. Hensley folds frontwards, and Trunk has him in a inverted vertabreaker-type position. The fans all rise in ponder of what is coming next. Trunk takes one step, and lands Hensley back-first across the flaming ladder!
Cole: OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD!
JBL: You can't be serious.
The fire quickly drowns away under Hensley's body, but the camera flashes to his face. Tears almost seem ready to come barreling down the side of Hensley's face. After a few more moments, the two begin to rise from the destruction. The cheap ladder had completely folded under Hensley's weight, as if it were nothing but aluminum. Blood sprouts from the top of Hensley's bald head, and drips to the concrete. Trunk makes it to his feet first, and starts pounding away at Hensley's revealed gash. The hits are so precise, blood can be seen flying out from Hensley's scalp, a truly horrifying sight. At last Hensley is jerked to his feet. Trunk glares into his eyes, a slight chuckle can be heard from the larger man. Just then, out of nowhere, Hensley awakens and wraps his arms tight around Trunk then throws him backwards, crashing through the Spanish announce table! Both commentators are nearly kicked in the mouth by Trunk on his way down as the table gives away under his massive frame.
Cole: BELLY TO BACK SUPLEX!
JBL: THROUGH THE TABLE!
The crowd is hotter than ever for this as Leonard is shown staring in utter disbelief at what has taken place. Suddenly, Hensley jumps to his feet, Shawn Michaels style, and plays up the crowd. "THIS IS AWESOME!" rings out, along with "HOLY S***!" as a shot of the Cole and JBL sees the businessman with his hat hanging over his face. Hensley turns to Trunk with a maniacal face. He smirks then maneuvers over towards him. Hensley grabs Trunk, and takes him over the other announce table.
Cole: Not ours too!
JBL: Get out of here!
Hensley ignores the bellowing commentators, and him and Trunk begin trading rights up top the table. Hensley scores with a swift knee to gut then places Trunk down under once again.
Cole: This match may go down with the most powerbombs ever!
JBL: Or at least the most attempted powerbombs ever.
Hensley starts spinning his hands around one another, making a familiar 'Canada' signal.
Cole: He must be out of his mind.
JBL: That man has lost it!
Leonard jumps up and down, egging Hensley further. Trunk tries to battle out of it, but Hensley capitalizes on it all, and scores HUGE with a FLIP FREAKING PILEDRIVER!!!
Cole: NO! NO! NO!
JBL: HOW DID HE DO THAT?!
Again, the table doesn't initially break, but it eventually collapses under the duo's combined size. Hensley lays spread eagle, while Trunk actually takes a nasty spill to the concrete, seeming to hit some kind of his head. The referee checks him out, but Trunk waves him off. It appears to be legit as another extremely noticeable gash appears off the edge of Trunk's head. The blood streams quickly to the ground, and some nearby soldiers are shown with ghost faces. Leonard even ducks behind the ring steps, grossed out by the liquid.
Cole: *mutters something under his mic*
JBL: That's not good.
After a brief pause, everything seems to be under control by the two performers. Trunk even manages to make it to his feet for a short while, until selling a fall back onto his ass.
Cole: Marcus Trunk, what a man.
JBL: I believe he's earned each and every one of these soldiers' respect here today.
Hensley drags himself to his feet, a look of anguish and pain on his face. He makes a hand motion saying "It's over" as he looks under the ring.
Cole: And Hensley still isn't done! He's looking for more foreign objects to punish Trunk with!
JBL: He might as well borrow a tank from one of the local regiments, because that's probably the only thing that will keep Marcus Trunk down!
Hensley pulls out a board covered with fluorescent light tubes.
Cole: Ohhh my!
JBL: Correction: THAT might be the only thing that keeps Marcus Trunk down!
Hensley pushes the light tube board into the ring. He then goes and picks up Trunk from the barbed wire and debris. Trunk is a horrific mess of blood.
Cole: Good God! Look at Marcus Trunk!
JBL: If they don't stop this match now, they'd better do it soon. I don't think Trunk can last much longer.
Hensley rolls Trunk into the ring. He sets up the light tube board near the turnbuckle. Then he drags Trunk to his feet, and guides him towards the turnbuckle. He seats himself on the top turnbuckle, and brings Trunk up with him.
Cole: My God! Hensley and Trunk are both on the top rope!
JBL: And that dangerous light tube board is right below them! Whoever takes this fall is done for sure!
Both men are standing on the top rope, Hensley facing the ring and Trunk facing Hensley. Hensley hooks Trunk's head and attempts another Pizza Cutter!
Cole: Here it comes! Another Pizza Cutter!
But Trunk manages to elbow his way out of the hold. He then hooks Hensley's head under his arm, and hoists Hensley up onto his shoulder! He's setting up the Puncture Press!
Cole: Trunk is looking to hit the Puncture Press from the top rope!
JBL: Oh my God!
Cole: Oh my Goooooddd....
With a mighty roar, Trunk falls off the top turnbuckle with Hensley in tow, smashing him right onto the light tube board!!!
Cole: HOLY S***!!! PUNCTURE PRESS ONTO THE LIGHT TUBES!!! THE LUGHT TUBES!!! THE LIGHT TUBES!!!
JBL: IT'S GOTTA BE OVER!!
The troops explode into another "HOLY S***" chant, as both competitors lie motionless amongst the rubble and broken glass in the ring.
Cole: Oh my God. I don't think they're getting up.
JBL: That's why hardcore matches need to be banned, Cole. You can't have people killing themselves like this.
Suddenly, Trunk raises his arm to the delight of the crowd!
Cole: But Trunk is still alive!
Trunk, with his last gasp of energy, drapes his arm over the fallen Hensley!
Cole: And here's the cover!
1...
2....
...3!!
JBL: BALLGAME, MAGGLE!
Justin Roberts: Here is your winner...MARCUS...TRUNK!!!
Cole: Thank God this match is over. we need to send some EMTs out to help these men to the back.
Just as Cole says this, several EMTs come to the ring with stretchers for the two fallen competitors. But Trunk and Hensley slowly make it to their feet, and look in each other's blood-soaked faces. After a moment of tension, Trunk extends his hand to Hensley. Hensley has his hands on his knees and is breathing heavily, but manages to put his hand out. Trunk and Hensley share a hearty handshake.
Cole: What a great show of sportsmanship by these two competitors! They put on a great showing for these troops here today!
JBL: It'll definitely go down in the annals of EWT history, Maggle!
Trunk and Hensley both raise their arms and show their appreciation for the crowd.
Cole: That was truly an epic hardcore match, partner. These competitors left nothing behind, and both of them will be viewed as great men to both the EWT fans and all the people back in the locker room.
JBL: And what better place to have a great match like this than in front of our brave troops here in Iraq!
Hensley rests in the corner while Trunk celebrates with the soldiers. He makes no facial expressions as Leonard joins him in the ring with a microphone. Hensley takes it from here before Leonard can even get a word in.
Hensley: TRUNK!
Trunk turns around as he has almost made his way to the back. Fans look on, wondering if Hensley's handshake really meant anything at all.
Hensley: ...thank you.
The crowd erupts with applause as Trunk smiles at Hensley. He waves his farewell then disappears behind the curtains. Hensley turns to the men in green spread out under the tent.
Hensley: ...thank you too.
They all stand up clapping as Hensley exits the ring. The entire way to the back, Leonard looks on with curiosity at his man, demanding some sort of explanation.
JBL: Well, I'll be damned.
Cole: Stay tuned, because we've got more EWT action, coming up next!
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Post by Toom E. Guci on Dec 23, 2007 22:17:30 GMT -5
*Shane Malone storms around backstage, pushing road agents, interviewers & wrestlers alike put of his way. "The Celtic Giant" is bandaged, but is still bleeding obviously. Following far behind his swathe of destruction is Coach O'Hare. He tries to get Shane to calm down, but to no avail. Shane is on a mission to find The Bad Man & take back the Toolshed Title belt & will not cease until he has done so. O'Hare can barely be heard above the clatter Shane makes as he shoves various items of equipment aside.*
O'Hare: SHANE... SHANE! STOP IT! It's no use! I was talking to those lads there *O'Hare points towards the Zephyr Brothers who wave back*, they told me that The Bad Man has left the arena. Come on, now. We'll get him at the next show, so we will!
*O'Hare & Malone head back towards the Team Ireland locker-room, as they are about to round a corner, who should pop 'round but Mahavir Abha, Jasmyne & the newly cleaned-up Liam O'Neill.*
Mahavir: HA-HA! It is our old friend the Coachster, yes, yes, yes? How are you today?
O'Hare: Listen here, Malalala, YOU are the absolute LAST person I need to see right now, right? Just get out of the road here & let me on my way... Unless, y'know, yeh're gonna give me that auld tape or anything...
*Mahavir looks towards Liam. Liam has suddenly become shy again in the presence of his ex team-mates, looking down towards his feet & moving back from the conversation. Liam can be seen to slightly shake his head.*
Mahavir: If Mahavir's friend says "no", then Mahavir must also say "no".
O'Hare: Look, there must be something we can offer to get a hould of that tape. Big Shane here is the Toolshed Champion. Is there any chance we could tempt you with that?
Mahavir: That kind of thing is not Mahavir's bag, baby. There is no shiny gold trinket you can offer to me at the moment. Liam's success is all that is on Mahavir's mind... That & Sexy Time, HA-HA! Speaking of "Sexy Time", Liam you have a date with that blondie girl... Tiffany, yes, yes, yes. Mahavir has been making the matches. HA-HA!
*Mahavir reaches off-camera & drags Tiffany into the scene.*
Mahavir: Like what you see, yes?
Jasmyne: Oh, yeah!
*O'Hare cocks an eyebrow.*
Mahavir: Coacher, let us worry about tapes & secrets later. Mahavir has something much more important in mind right now.
O'Hare: And that would be...?
Mahavir: DANCING!
*A Bollywood like tune begins playing as all the wrestlers & road agents in the hall begin dancing to the music. O'Hare & Malone uneasily back off as this scene continues...*
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Post by Toom E. Guci on Dec 23, 2007 22:18:09 GMT -5
JBL: What a show we've had so far, Micheal!
Cole: It has been pretty good, John, but it's not over yet.
JBL: Of course it's not over yet, you idiot, I know that. We still have many matches to get through.
Cole: Just saying.
JBL: Well stop it.
“The following match is for the Girl Next Door EWT Title, and it is a Hardcooooore match! Coming in first at 145 pounds and standing at 5’7 is the current GND Champion, Synthy ERIS!”
And 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
And we'll finger The incision
Tell me, what have I done? ((Quid pro quo))
To watch you lose Control!
Synthy comes out, cocky look and beautiful belt in full view tonight. Her hair’s been spiked into a million peaks on her head, and her make-up design is a mockery of zombie Miss Karma. She’s put on white-out make up and seemingly expertly applied seams around her mouth, and stitches around her eyes. Her clothing is definitely a comfort-zone outfit, as Synthy’s ready for a grueling match. A tight-fitting black tank with ZOMBIE KILLER scrawled across in bright red, and baggy black jeans held up by a black and white pinstripe belt. Shiny nose ring, shiny earrings and her shimmering lip ring glint on Syn’s face. She’s completely psyched to take on such a friggin’ dangerous opponent.
JBL: She's smokin', Micheal. But only because she's been through Hellfire. It's been a few months since Synthy Eris has beat Madison for that Girl Next Door title, and I can't say that there is anyone better to hold that title at this time.
Cole: Oh? What about Ivy?
JBL: Listen here, Micheal, if she wanted this title she would be the holder of said title at this point. She's not. What does that tell you?
Cole: Well that she's not champion.
JBL: Exactly.
“And the Challenger, weighing in at 150 pounds and standing at 5‘9…..Karma!”
“Get Your Gunn’ by shock-rocker Marilyn Manson begins, sending the arena into frigid intensity. Red floods the arena and Karma lurches out to the center ramp. She has her head angled oddly, and seems to be looking at the lip-synching Synthy with anger and determination in her otherwise cold eyes. The scary female ignores any calls directed toward her, staying as focused as an undead girl can get on her way toward Synth.
Cole: You know, I often wonder to myself about the Draugr... Are they alive... Or are they dead?
JBL: They're dead alright. They're dead inside. And they aren't too pretty on the outside either. They are each a part of a blood lubricated machine. Each one of them are dangerous alone. Put them together, and forget about winning... You need to focus on surviving.
Cole: What would you say to some of those that were able to beat the Draugr like TJT, Axel, or Juri?
JBL: They were lucky. And those times for flukes.
The bell rings, and the lights return to normal.
Cole: That's the bell! Time for this showdown to start!
JBL: Here we go!
Karma charges toward Synthy, arm straight out for a hard-hitting clothesline already! Luckily, Syn’s already set- and winds up ducking beneath the woman’s arm and quickly spinning into a crucifix pin! Karma kicks out easy. The two women don’t even bother standing up at the moment, as Syn takes a prime second to do a spear from her position on the mat, flipping up and using her vaulting legs as pressure. Karma snaps at her, and manages to snap her head into a nearby post. The ringing noise reverberates around ring, and Karma’s face is a ghastly smile. Synthy immediately wipes it off by twisting and grasping Karma’s ankles out from beneath her, and stands up to place on a half Boston Crab, her knee digging into Karma’s back. Karma isn’t having any of that, but just as her rapid struggle begins, Syn releases the hold and stomps Karma directly in the face, shoulders, and hits a standing moonsault.
Cole: We knew it was going to be violent. We knew that this match was going to be hardcore. But I never thought the brutality would start this early.
JBL: Clearly you don't know how bloodthirsty those two competitors in the ring are. I'd say, pound for pound, these two are the most brutal wrestlers that EWT has. You can have your Joe Ones, your Ferhago Crows, and your Mr. Bigs. But, at the end of the day, nobody on the roster is sicker than these two.
Cole: What about ape?
JBL: I'm just glad that sick freak is gone.
Karma seems a little shell-shocked by the unexpected barrage against her. Until Synthy makes a mistake in her momentum and decides to slide out of the ring for… a toy. Barbie. An infamous, favored little barbed wire bat, except she gets a wicked look and grabs someone’s salt-covered pretzel and covers it on the barbed wire.
Cole: I don't get it. Why is she doing that?
JBL: She's a 21st century girl. She doesn't have time to inflict wounds then pour salt in them. She's going to do it in one step. And I, for one, love it.
While she’s doing this devious motion, Karma stands up behind her, eyes blazing, and mouth opening, but no words coming out. Synthy makes the final part of this mistake. She turns to the crowd to raise Barbie high-
JBL: She's playing to the crowd that's no go-
Cole: OH MY!
And immediately gets yanked into the center of the ropes by her hair! Karma’s got quite the fist full of Synthy’s bright locks. And judging by the way part of her scalp seems to raise with it, Synthy’s head is being brutalized. Karma chomps down on her teeth, gritting and grinding them together as she simply lets Syn hang there, before pulling her up and slamming her down in the center of the ring with a death valley driver!
Cole: SYNTHY'S DOWN! A DEATH VALLEY DRIVER RIGHT TO HER SKULL!
JBL: I'd hate to see it end this way, but it wouldn't surprise me after that move!
1.…2.…..Hell naw! Synthy snaps out of it as quick as she can.. Only to be replanted to the mat with a vertical snap DDT. Karma hisses her glee, pulling Synthy back up and slamming her back down with a backdrop driver! And again, she brings Synthy up, and brings her down with a neck breaker slam. Synthy’s basically become Karma’s yo-yo at the moment. Karma once again brings Synthy up-
Cole: Karma is being unrelentless at this point! The referee really has to step in to save Synthy!
JBL: You're forgetting this is a hardcore match, Micheal. As much as the referee would like to save Miss Eris, he has no grounds to.
Only to come crashing down herself as Synthy hits a hard kick straight to Karma’s ribs, and swings it into a sit-out face buster!
JBL: THAT'S how you do a counter!
Cole: And none too soon for Synthy!
JBL: You're underestimating her, Cole. And you would do well to remember not to underestimate Synthy Eris.
The soldiers in attendance are going crazy, as this is a hell of a chick fight they’ve seen so far.
Cole: Listen to this riotous crowd! They're loving this match!
JBL: I bet when their CO told them about this show, they had no idea that they would be seeing a match like this. One thing for sure, these girls ain't no divas.
Cole: They're Girls Next Door!
JBL: ...I wouldn't want to live on that block.
Synthy takes advantage of the surprise hit. She takes a breath before rolling backward, and stretching herself to the floor..just far enough to reach Barbie again. With the advantage of a dizzy Karma, Synthy wickedly tucks the weapon beneath Karma’s neck and locks on a Camel Clutch!
Cole: Oh my! Synthy is really using that bat to wear down Karma.
JBL: She has to. There hasn't been a man or woman that has been able to slow down that wrecking machine that is Karma. Why she brutalized our current OX Division Champion so badly that actually needed to check into the hospital after the show.
Cole: If she could do that today, she could be OX Division Champion.
JBL: But right now, she's fighting for a title that means more to her. She has been denied the GND Title before. And if you haven't noticed before, Karma gets what she wants.
The hold is steady for an excruciating minute. The barbed wire has little bits of zombie girl blood dripping from it’s spikes… but she’s not finished. Karma lets out a sharp noise, causing a disturbed look from Synthy- especially a second later when Karma’s pulled herself to her feet! Synthy’s sitting on Karma’s shoulders now, trying to grate at the top of her head with Barbie…but loses her weapon when Karma falls backward in an Electric Chair! The ring shakes with the force of it. Synthy’s eyes are swimming, but Karma’s face is completely twisted. She simply swipes at her neck and drenches the ring with a cascade of blood. Cackling, she stands and begins stomping on Synthy’s face, her boots creaking with every hit. They start off normally enough, and then deride into vicious stomps that end with her sitting on Synthy’s chest and attempting to choke the woman out!
Cole: That Karma is a monster.
JBL: She's no monster. That's too nice for her. She's a demon. A individual that is rotten to the core. And you can't expect to defeat a demon the same way that you would a mortal. A normal person would shriek in terror at having their blood stream down their face.
Cole: But that's not the case for everyone! Some people get energized by getting busted open.
JBL: But Karma's in a different plain. And now, look at her choking the very life out of Synthy. Yet again allowed by the rules of the hardcore match.
Cole: If this doesn't let up, we could have a serious injury!
JBL: I believe that's not an “if” in this match... It's a guarantee.
Her hair band has flown off and the wicked fem-undead looks like she’s come straight from hell. Synthy’s making noises previously unheard-she’s seriously being choked! Her face hits a strange blue color, and Karma slides off her, pulling her up as she stands herself. Pushing Syn down face-first, she sits her into a pedigree-type position, and brings to a tombstone-pile driver arrangement- before slamming her down with front wide face buster!
Cole: That was... What do you even call that?!
JBL: Effective, Micheal. Effective.
Cole: This could be the end for Synthy!
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JBL: I don't like to assume but the way Synthy's head bounced off the mat...
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Cole: Could it be?
-NO! Synthy kicks out! Karma’s head tilts out of surprise, and she leans in to do something vile- But Synthy grabs her around the head and manages to snap her knee into her face! Karma doubles backward , but Synthy manages to snake her legs around Karma’s neck and balances on her head, and twists to send Karma sprawling from a head scissors take down! She slips backward to get herself back to her feet. Karma goes to sweep her legs but Synthy jumps above the hit and lands on Karma’s hip. Taking a quick second, Synthy slams her left foot into Karma’s stomach while balancing on her right.
Cole: Quite a display of agility by Synthy!
JBL: But notice it wasn't pretty. It was simple and quite to the point.
Cole: Synthy's knee point that is!
Synthy hops off and shoots look to the crowd before grabbing the Barbed wire bat from the corner, turning around just in time to slam it against Karma’s stomach before knocking her down with a buzz saw kick. Synthy realizes she’s going to keep going hard and fast to keep her title. As it stands currently, she’s on one knee at the moment, regaining her stamina and breathing rather heavily. Karma’s face is a nasty mixture of blood, anger, and the beginning of the pain that these two knew would be brought out.
Cole: What will it take to keep Karma down?
JBL: I don't know. But I've yet to see anyone come close to achieving that impossible goal.
The crowd is heavily into their chanting at this point, the main ones being; “LET’S GO SYN-THY!” “EV-IL ZOM-BIE!” and strangely enough, “S and M! S and M!”
Cole: Listen to this crowd! They're loving it!
JBL: Some of them, a bit too much.
Synthy’s got the bat in her hands, just waiting for Karma to get back up. She’s posed to slam the bat into Karma’s head, right arm held high behind her…
Cole: Synthy just may do Karma in with this move!
JBL: ...She's waiting too long.
Too bad when Karma does get up, she’s smart enough to dodge beneath the hit, grabs Synthy’s left arm, and twists it behind her back. Karma then grabs Syn’s right arm, including the bat, and yanks it to the opposite side of her head. Karma wraps her right leg around Synthy’s and manages to use brute force to send them both crashing to the mat.
Cole: Karma's looking to put Synthy out for good with that match!
JBL: That may just be the point.
Synthy’s head bounces hard, and Karma lets out a wicked cackle before flipping her over and hooking a leg.
JBL: That's the damnest thing I've every seen.
Cole: What you do call that?
JBL: The end.
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Cole: It looks like it could be.
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JBL: This could be the Draugr's second title!
-No. Synthy brings her legs’ length into use and slams her knee into Karma’s head once again! Karma elbows her in the face for this show of courage. As a matter of fact, she does it several more times, busting Synthy’s nose. Her harsh voice, like dry leaves scraping across ice, speaks.
“You wanted brutality, careful what you wish for!”
She takes a grasp of Synthy’s lip ring… and yanks it straight out of her mouth! She flicks the bloodied jewelry into the crowd, with Synthy howling. Karma’s taken control over this match.
Cole: ...oh...my...god....
JBL: That... That... Wow.
The crazed undead whispers something else to Synthy, before picking her up and positioning.. And then following through with a fiendish running power slam! Syn’s body literally bounces off the canvas from the impact, and Karma cracks her neck as she slides out of the ring. She tears off a good chunk of the curtain covering the area underneath the mat… and her eyes spin around a she searches for a decent weapon.
JBL: ...Karma has the right idea for this match. Once you gain the upper hand, you got to keep on working it. Even if that makes seriously injuring your opponent.
Cole: But with Karma that seems to be a positive.
JBL: Not just a positive but a pleasure.
She finds it in the form of a sledge hammer. She slams it against a ring post, as if testing it’s limits, finding it approved, Karma slides back into the ring, the gleam in her eye one of straight up blood lust and anger. She brings her left foot down on Synthy’s hand… and the hammer down to Synthy’s side, obviously intending to break a champion rib or two. The noises coming from Synthy’s throat are a mixture between an anguished choke and an exasperated snarl. Karma goes to bring the hammer down again-
Cole: I DON'T CARE IF THIS IS A HARDCORE MATCH! THIS HAS TO STOP!
JBL: Alright. You go in there and take the hammer from her.
But Synthy grabs her by the wrists, spits out a mouthful of blood, and twists Karma into a juji-gatame armbar! Synthy looks rather ravaged at this point, but her blood adrenaline rush is helping her keep the hold on very tightly… much to Karma’s dismay and surprise.
Cole: I must say I'm surprised that Synthy's able to continue after that massive blow to her ribs.
JBL: Damn it, Cole, there's a reason why she's been champion for awhile.
Karma look quite the belligerent zombie at Synthy’s insistence of refusing her freedom. Karma’s arms stretch hard toward the ropes, stretching far enough that her veins become apparent and throbbing.
Cole: Karma looks for the ropes but she looks like she isn't going to make it. This could be the end!
JBL: You have obviously not been watching this match. If you think that Karma is done for now, you're sorely mistaken.
Cole: Now who's underestimating Synthy?
“Here’s brutality, Bitch!” Synthy’s voice howls as she adjusts to slam her heel into Karma’s nose. Her voice comes out slightly gargled, as her split lip is still oozing. Knowing how the move sends stars into a person’s eyes, Synthy takes the second to release her armbar and twist the sledgehammer away from Karma’s grasp. She winds up crashing it into Karma’s kneecap!
“Payback for the lip-ring, you witch..”
Synthy flips Karma onto her front and places the hammer on the top side of her neck, and stands on either side of it, before bending backward and grabbing one of Karma’s legs and twisting it toward her! Even the referee looks like he’s cringing at this one. A loud POP can be heard, and Synthy looks satisfied. She relinquishes the move. Synthy slides out of the ring, shooting a blood-caked grin toward the soldiers hollering nearest her. She bends over and sucks in a deep breath, eyes sharply on Karma.
JBL: And now, Synthy has gone to a very dark place. A place few have gone to, and those who have are quick to run from it. Yet she basks in it. She thrives in it. And when she does so, she becomes just as ruthless as Karma.
Cole: Do you think either of them can be stopped when they are in this mode?
JBL: It's simple logic, Micheal. No element is unbreakable, when smashed against itself. And these two are of the same element.
The zombie hasn’t moved yet… and Synthy takes the prime momentary slowness to grab a table from beneath the mat, and sets it up. She’s shaking, and it’s apparent the blood loss is affecting even Synthy. She slides in the ring and stands-
Cole: It looks like Synthy is beginning to be affected by to her injuries late into this match.
JBL: That's not too shocking, considering what's she's been through in this match.
Cole: I wonder what she- LOOK OUT!
Only to be knocked flat backward by an absolutely vicious clothesline from the newly-revived Karma! Syn’s eyes go rolling- and then her body takes a tumble as well when Karma picks her up, and hits a tilt-a-whirl side slam. Karma picks her up, and watches her stumble with manic glee in her evil eyes.
Cole: What on Earth can keep Karma down?
JBL: I'm convinced... Nothing can. If Synthy can't keep this woman down, nobody can.
Karma’s eyes follow Syn as she stumbles near the ropes- then hits an absolutely solid kick to Synthy’s chest, knocking the woman over the ropes! She falls to the floor, limp. Karma’s teeth become bared, the bloodstained canines flashing devious intent. She heads to the top rope, her eyes on Synthy… and lands a top rope curb stomp to the woman on the floor! Everybody does a simultaneous cringe.
Cole: Oh my! Synthy's ribs have got to be broken at this point!
JBL: I'm more worried about a punctured lung at this point.
Synthy’s definitely not looking good here, and Karma continues her assault with numerous boots to her face, and Karma hooks her into a saito suplex! Karma stands, eyes dead. She looks beneath the ring, knowing Syn’s gone for the moment. Her eyes land on exactly what she wanted.
Cole: What's she going for?
JBL: At this point, I don't think I want to know.
Say hello to the bag of thumbtacks.
JBL: Nope.
Karma holds the bag for a moment, almost tenderly. Her cold face looks around, debating something… before her eyes settle on the table in front of them. She undoes the top of the bag… and pours the terrible tacks on the table.
Cole: This doesn't spell well for our GND Champion!
JBL: She just may lose her title!
Cole: At this point John, I'm scared for her health more than her title.
JBL: Who says that someone can't worry for both?
She lifts Synthy up, and holds her over her head. The Glamazon’s got nothing on the Zombie Queen. She goes to throw Synthy into the table-
Cole: Oh! I can't watch!
JBL: I believe this is Karma's night.
Only to find Synthy’s managed to grab a hold of the middle rope! She struggles with it, as Karma’s strength is unbelievably forceful. But Synthy manages to pull herself through them! Karma quickly slides in after her, to be hit in the shin by Synthy’s foot! Synthy manages to speed crawl away from her and drag herself to her feet, only in time to duck beneath a Blood Mary! Synthy takes the second to hit a back cracker on Karma! She drags her to the opposite ring post. She hit’s a quick leg drop, then heaves herself to the top of the turnbuckle.
Cole: How Synthy was able to narrowly dodge that Blood Mary, I have no idea.
JBL: It was almost Ball Game for Karma. Those last few moves were quite desperate by Synthy, if she doesn't let up she may just see her last night as GND champion.
Cole: It looks like both woman have been through a lot in this match, and it shows.
Both of the women are dazed-looking. Synthy looks ready to collapse, and Karma.. Doesn’t look much different. Synthy looks ready to pounce at Karma from her position on the top turnbuckle. But Karma climbs up first! The women trade punches and Synthy lands a nice shot, but her eyes look worried… she casts a glance toward the table with thumbtacks set near the ring..
Cole: No! Synthy don't do it!
JBL: This could make or break this match for Synthy!
Desperate times call for desperate measures. Synthy elbows Karma in the face, and stands on the buckle, dragging Karma up with her and then….
Cole: OH MY!
JBL: I CAN'T BELIEVE SHE'S GOING FOR IT!
SUPERPLEX THROUGH THE THUMBTACKS AND TABLE!
The table crunches and collapses, sending both women scattering to the floor with a bone-crunching, nerve-bashing noise.
HOLY SH!T!! chants echo throughout the audience. The referee stares in horror over the edge for a second…but then begins his count!
JBL: It looks like a car wreck out there.
Cole: Bodies are down in the ring. And dammit, this match has been too brutal. If it doesn't stop soon...
JBL: This match won't end until one of these women have proven that there are the top dog in the yard. To think it would end any other way is foolish.
Cole: Or it could end in a double count out...
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JBL: No way.
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Cole: There's two.
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JBL: I can hear the referee just fine.
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Cole: But it's getting closer and closer to ten!
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JBL: They still aren't stirring... No way...
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Cole: Could this be it?
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JBL: Come on! Someone get up!
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Cole: Considering all that's happened, I find that unrealistic John...
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JBL: I can't believe it!
Karma sits up- but the referee bellows out 10! The witnesses are all going crazy, and the referee is talking with the announcer.
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Post by Toom E. Guci on Dec 23, 2007 22:18:34 GMT -5
JBL: NO! NO! This match can't end this way!
Cole: Mercifully, it's over.
“Ladies and gentlemen, Synthy Eris has been knocked out-”
The crowd boos, and Karma’s face becomes eerily animated.
“But due to Karma’s failure to re-enter the ring before the countout, this match has been ruled a knock out, and count out… resulting in a No Contest! Synthy Eris is STILL the EWT Girl Next Door Champion.”
Synthy’s not really moving at this point, and the lights flicker to pitch black as Karma stands up.
Cole: What's going on?!
JBL: Undertaker?! Crow?!
The lights flicker on to reveal a missing Karma, a tiny plastic pumpkin lying in her place.
Cole: I don't know what to make of this...
JBL: All I know is that Synthy is in trouble. I think she's going to need medical assistance to even get backstage.
Synthy’s barely sitting up, as she’s leaning against a barricade with the belt on her lap. She’s really too loopy from blood loss to move. As the referee motions to help Synthy, she pushes him away. She seems desperate to walk out on her own two legs. But she's having alot of trouble. As she struggles to find her place weight on her feet independent from the ring the crowd reacts. It's Juri walking rather gingerly down towards her dear friend.
Cole: It's the OX Division Champion, Juri Sadamoto, straight from victory against Vivian!
JBL: I wonder why she's coming out here.
Cole: It's simple, John, Synthy's her best friend. She's showing support by coming down to the ring.
JBL: If you ask me, she's foolish to even be walking at this point. I wouldn't be surprised if she dislocated her knee in that foolish student she pulled.
The broken down BR offers her hand to Synthy Syn blearily looks at the hand. She looks up toward her friend, and a broken smile, bloodied and brutal appears on her face. She wipes some of the blood from her eyes, and grasps Juri's outreached hand. Sadamoto takes her arm and gently wraps it around her neck. She winces under the weight of her friend upon her knee but continues on. Halfway down the ramp, she looks over at her friend who has blood continuing to flow. Juri tells Synthy to stop and gently wipes some more blood off of her best friend's face. Then she wraps her free arm around Synthy's side, to add more support and continues down the ramp while the troops cheer Synthy walking out to the back just as she wanted to.
Cole: Strong is the bond between these two friends, who both have become champions of their respective divisions.
JBL: What I think is that Juri is just playing nice to catch Synthy off guard when the best moment comes.
Cole: What a dark world you must live when that's what you think of their friendship.
JBL: Well, regardless of whether or not their supposed friendship is true... I feel that Karma won't take this count out victory and walk away. She'll be back for Synthy's title. If this is how Synthy looks after one match with the female zombie... Imagine being forced into another.
Cole: Who's to say that Synthy doesn't find a strategy in the second match?
JBL: Look at her best friend there. She had two matches with Karma. And even from her mouth, Karma has shaved years off her career. And in the second one, she was broken down so badly at the end of the second match that she couldn't even protect herself from the onslaught of Karma.
Cole: We'll just have to see, John.
* We cut backstage to Todd Grisham. *
Todd: Folks, I am here with what some have called a newborn Mystery. It’s like, she’s a changed woman since her marriage to Limey.
Mystery: Yes, I am a new woman. And marriage has been great! Limey is such a wonderful man. He treats me with respect & showers me with gifts.
Todd: But the key thing is…your match tonight with Carla Woe, Limey’s best friend.
Mystery: Such a lovely woman. She was my Maid of Honor.
Todd: Yes, you have said that before. But what are your thoughts of tonight’s match?
Mystery: I don't think about it Bein' myself there ain't no doubt about it I won't cry any tears I'll just live without fear I'm so happy cause I'm Living my life and I don't think about it
* And Mystery walks off as a confused Todd Grisham looks on. *
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Post by Toom E. Guci on Dec 23, 2007 22:19:09 GMT -5
Announcer: The following contest is a tag team match, scheduled for one fall. It is for the EWT World Tag Team Championship Titles! Introducing first…
*”Welcome to the Fold” blasts over the speakers, the crowd of troops booing as out onto the makeshift ramp step the members of TJT, Terina between them in an obsidian-colored gown, her air flowing down below her shoulders as her two partners in crime wear their original wrestling garb, shades, jewels and all. With the surrounding boos, the trio makes their way down the ramp and to the ring, Thunder and Jupiter walking to opposite sides of the ring, posing, sliding in and aiding their manager in getting into the ring. As they stand in the ring, not removing their gear, their music gradually fades out, and the crowd quiets down a bit.*
*Apache starts up on the Toomitron, as the army goes nuts, like most everyone else, a huge fan of these wacky beings, as they stand up, awaiting their appearance, TJT standing in the ring, looking a bit worried. After all, these two have come quite close to victory against them.*
Announcer: Introducing the challengers, from Foreign Alien Island, at a combined weight of 399 pounds, Zeleke and Faboon... Team Raft Shack!
*The music continues to play, but nobody seems to show up. The crowd starts to look a bit confused, speaking with each other, as TJT's expressions start to grow much more calm. Soon they are flat out grinning, as the announcer looks back and forth.*
Announcer: I said... Team Raft Shack!
*Again, no response, the music starting to die down, as the crowd starts booing, now chanting "We want Raft Shack, as the current Tag Champions starts grinning quite proudly, unlike most everyone there, they seem to be in on why the duo hasn't shown. The three signal for microphones, receiving them from the referee, the crowd picking up in boos.*
Thunder: Ladies and gentlemen…
Jupiter: Combatants of the world!
Terina: This is…downright terrible.
*The three suddenly feign unhappiness.*
Thunder: Whe—where are they?!
Terina: I…I don’t know!
Jupiter: What could’ve happened to them?
*From the stage walks out an unfamiliar sight. A gleaming purple coat and cowboy hat, pink sunglasses and shiny trousers. Hal Jaerak, who hasn’t been seen for months. As he hurriedly walks down the ramp, microphone in hand with this hideous, nefarious smile on his face, Jaerak bolts into the ring, rising upwards and facing his clients.*
Terina: Well well…if it isn’t my favorite secretary!
Jaerak: A-ha, hello Jimmy, Jason and Terina, so glad to see you. Unfortunately, Raft-Shack seems to have befallen a horrific predicament! Those poor fellows…
*Jaerak’s face goes into a shocked expression.*
Jaerak: They…they…they boarded the wrong chopper! They’re in the middle of a combat zone! It crashed!
*The expressions of TJT become extremely shocked…in a fake looking way.*
Jupiter: WHAT?
Thunder: WHAT?
Terina: REALLY?
Jaerak: Unfortunately, yes. They went with a cameraman, who was supposed to tape a pre-match promo for them, so I hear. Someone misdirected them.
*Their mouths agape, the three of TJT look at Hal, whose expression has changed to that of some ultra-demented Cheshire Cat.*
Jupiter: Who could’ve done such a thing?!
Jaerak: I don’t know.
*Hal looks around, smiling at the marines and soldiers in the arena. Boos begin to pick up.*
Jaerak: But it wasn’t me! I came here all the way from San Diego to personally relay you the news! I swear on this statue of the Buddha!
Terina: That’s a microphone!
Jaerak: So it is! But really, why would I do it? What reason would I have to—
*Something in Hal’s pocket begins to beep loudly, as he pulls it out.*
Jaerak: Oh my God! That cameraman has a live feed of the situation!
*The camera pans to the screen on the makeshift arena. Somewhere in Baghdad, the two of Raft Shack are wearing matching military fatigues…except for the fact that Zeleke seems to have covered most of his with pink magic marker scribbled across the uniform. Gunfire can be heard, as a marine firing his M16 turns around and looks at the camera.*
Marine: Just what we needed…insurgents trying to recapture this part of the city and now we’ve got three civilians to protect.
*The sound of a mortar can be heard over head.*
Faboon: Be that a bird of the metallic varientricity?
Zeleke: If it is she is surely angry with something!
Marine: Bird? That’s no bird! GET DOWN!
*He forces the two crazies to duck down as the cameraman follows suit, a dust cloud enveloping the area.*
Marine: *getting on radio* This is Corporal Price. We’ve got three civilians. I need an evac for them, ASAP. Do you copy?
Radio Signal: Copy that. Clear the RPG’s and we’ll be on our way.
Marine: Copy that. *hangs up*
*The troops are in awe, Hal Jaerak and the three of TJT smiling.*
Faboon: So campout time it is! Did you bring the trail mix?
Marine: What?!
Zeleke: That I did! Possessing large quantities of the sweet ambrosia of the trails! Do not ask how I managed to procure it within!
Faboon: That I shall not dare!
Zeleke: Precise is your mind and wise your wit!
*The camera begins to break up, the screen going black within seconds. The crowd begins to boo louder than before, the false look of alarm on the part of TJT and Jaerak returning to its former state of existence.*
Jupiter: Well, I guess that forfeits them from this match, huh?
Thunder: I think so. Poor guys.
Terina: Best of luck to Raft-Shack…and better luck next time! Oh and boys?
Thunder, Jupiter and Jaerak: Yes?
Terina: When my match rolls around...don't wait up.
Thunder, Jupiter and Jaerak: Yes ma'am!
*“Welcome to the Fold” picks back up over the speakers, the crowd of troops visibly furious at the situation as the announcer looks around nervously.*
Announcer: And your winners of this match…and STILL EWT World Tag Team Champions…T…J…T!
*The trio, accompanied by Hal Jaerak make their way out of the ring, smiling as they make their way up their ramp, posing at the top of the stage before disappearing behind the curtain.*
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Post by Toom E. Guci on Dec 23, 2007 22:19:43 GMT -5
* Meatloaf's “I Would Do Anything For Love” plays - www.youtube.com/watch?v=9GNhdQRbXhc * Finkel: The following match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, the self proclaimed man that is the only owner of platinum tones... He is from Off Broadway... Weighing in at 207 lbs, LULL SONGSTRA! *The musical theatre actor appears from out of the backstage with his beautiful tv starlet in tow. He beams as he stares out into the crowd, receiving many negative comments from the troops out in the crowd.* Cole: Well, this is a mismatch, isn't it John? JBL: It's fitting considering the times. Cole: What? How so? JBL: It's Christmas time, and this lamb is being lead to the slaughter. Cole: That's not what Christmas is about! JBL: Let me guess, you think it's about presents. Cole: No. The wonders of egg nog. JBL: ...you stay on your side, you freak. *Lull enters the ring and holds the ropes open for his dear girlfriend, Mella. She looks at Lull then sighs and enters. He shows her off for all to see as he dips her low to kiss her, which she pulls away from... Only tapping his face and smiling, suggesting 'Okay, let me stand again.' His music cuts out half way through as a the dreaded theme of Crow starts.* * “Dead Men Tell No Tales” - www.youtube.com/watch?v=BJYLca3TI4A * Cole: What a fool Lull was to sign up for this match. JBL: He was riding high of his injury of Jobby McJobberston and of the love of his girlfriend, Mella. Cole: I'm not so sure that Mella has much love with Lull lately. JBL: Every couple has troubles. But you threw me off, Micheal! I was going to say that the man felt unstoppable. And now, he has to suffer his mistake... By facing the one individual that could be considered the most dangerous man on the roster. *The anti-fire sprinklers begin to start as a white ship appears on the Toomitron. Every few seconds a clash of thunder causes the lights to return to show that the dark figure's trek to the ring.* Finkel: And from the Depths of the Caribbean... Weighing in at 277 lbs... FERHAGO CROW! *Ferhago locks his gaze on his opponent, who begins to slightly quake, as he pulls himself up on the top rope. The troops gasps in amazement as the feat of a large sized man with three inch heeled boots actually walking on the top rope with ease. Crow makes a completely circle before stepping off to the ring mat. The pirate casks off his Tricorn and Coat to rest on the turnbuckle. His music ends.* Cole: I can never get over how mysterious Ferhago Crow is. It's been almost half a year since Crow has joined EWT and we still know nothing about him. JBL: Such is the way of the beast. This creature... This ghost from the past holds all his secrets. And he's spilling none. You have to respect that. Cole: I don't have to respect nothing, John! This man has injured countless individuals that all had a strong future. I can not respect a man that has injured so many. JBL: Are you so sure he's a man? Cole: You made Crow could be a woman? JBL: No, you idiot! I mean are you so sure that being is mortal? Cole: Well, I... I don't know. *The referee calls for the bell as Mella leaves the ring. The actor poses a bunch of goofy fighting poses at Crow who only stares back at him.* JBL: What is he doing? Cole: Various combat techniques learned from his stage shows? JBL: ...Yeah, that ought to do well. *Lull reaches out to grab Crow, who doesn't move. He moves closer to the pirate. Still nothing from Crow. He comes within mere feet of Crow to lock up with him... And gets a fist to the face. Lull falls backward and rolls out of the ring, holding his face as Crow stares at him.* JBL: That worked out well. Cole: For Crow or Lull? JBL: ...Nevermind. *Lull recovers outside until about a 5 count. He looks over at his love, blows her a kiss, and rolls back into the ring. Right as he is about to stand, Crow steps to meet him. Lull freezes as his eyes are at level with waterlogged boots. He tries to roll out again but is caught by the hair by the pirate. Crow pulls Lull to his feet. The actor stomps down hard upon the foot of Crow. The pirate glares at Lull. Songstra pokes Crow in the eye. Nothing. The pirate is shooting daggers at Lull. He grabs Lull by the throat and proceeds to throw Lull up in the air. Then hits a stiff Dropkick to Lull as he fell back down.* JBL: This looks to be the end for Lull. Cole: Already?! JBL: Crow doesn't work by the hour. *The actor tumbles to the ground, his face smushed into the canvas. Lull crawls to try to get to the outside, desperate to escape the deadly Crow. But Crow's unrelenting! He stomps down upon Lull's hand outstretched for the ropes & his girlfriend, Mella. Crow reaches down and pulls Lull up by his hair yet again. Crow glares into Lull's eyes, the coldness is spine chilling. But out of nowhere, Lull kicks Crow hard into the stomach and lands a hard Flatliner.* Cole: U B Flat by Lull! Crow is down! Crow is down! JBL: I can NOT believe it! What... HOW?! Cole: Lull could win here, if he presses on! *Mella, seeing the hit Lull's miraculously just landed, shows a brief glimpse of a meaner undertone. Her eyes turn to slits, mouth into a slight snarl- then Lull catches the look halfway transformed back into a smile. She waves at him, eyes still slits, but with a perfectly perky smile. Lull, having seen the truth for the first time, literally crumbles down to his knees. It seems he's lost the will to fight.* JBL: What is Lull doing? You have Crow down! DO SOMETHING WITH IT! Cole: It looks like he was spooked by Mella's appearance. His spirit is broken. JBL: And so is his body is about to broken by Crow, to go with it. *The ghostly pirate rolls back to his knees and rises as Lull is down on his knees. He stares up at dead incarnate, with a dead look in his eyes. Crow stiffly cracks Lull into the abdomen. He takes the blow and falls down stomach first. The pirate pulls him up to his feet and places his into a suplex position. Mella turns away, crossing her arms and sighing for reasons know only to her. She turns back in time for Crow's barrage.* Cole: What could she be thinking? JBL: I can't even imagine. *Crow lifts the poor soul into the air, he lets go to have Lull land hard on his head and neck area. He rolls back to his necks and cuts his throat with both hands. He ascends the ropes and cuts this throat yet again. Crow goes for a Shooting Star Press off the top rope to a mat prone Lull. After the spin, he transitions it into a Double Knee Drop that smashes into Lull's voice box. The musical actor grabs his throat as blood begins to spurt up from his mouth.* Cole: Oh...that's no good. JBL: ..gameballl... *Crow coldly glares out into the troops, who begin to boo. He catches a happy glint in his eye as he glares back down at Lull. The referee calls for him to stop, but Crow doesn't listen. He Lull's head between his legs and crosses his opponent's arms on their chest. He then jumps and spike's Lull's head down, snapping his neck further.* Cole: END THE DAMN MATCH! JBL: Why? Crow hasn't done anything illegal. Cole: Crow is going to kill him! *Crow stares down at the fallen celebrity then rolls him over and rises to place his leg upon Lull's crossed arms.* 1. 2. 3. Cole: And mercifully it's over! JBL: I think for Lull, it's just beginning. Look at his body struggling for breath... Finkel: AND YOUR WINNER... FERHAGO CROW! *The pirate lingers, staring at Lull, before rolling out of the ring then walking to the back. Mella watches the beaten pulp of Lull in the ring for the moment. After several seconds, she walks over to the steps and swishes up them and through the ropes without ever changing her blank look. Once she nears his head, she sits down on her knees and lifts up his shoulders. He's now looking directly at her. Mella's baby blues look at his face.* Mella, her voice is quiet: ...I'm a rising star, baby. I'm upgrading. JBL: I can't believe what I just heard. Cole: How...how could she? *With that, she kisses him on the forehead, and drops him back to the mat with no further interaction. She doesn't turn back to him when he begins to whimper. Her eyes are now solidly planted on the form of Crow up the ramp.* Cole: What could this all mean? What is she up to? JBL: ...I don't know, Cole, but we need EMTs out here, stat.
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Post by Toom E. Guci on Dec 23, 2007 22:20:13 GMT -5
Announcer : Ladiiiiies aaaand gentlemeeeen... the following contest is the first ever Weapon of Choice match ! Introducing first...
*”Welcome to the Fold” starts up over the speakers, as Terina, clad in her usual attire, walks out to a loud, mixed reaction—but, with the troops around, hey, let’s get real, it’s mostly going to be cheers here for her—posing with a handful of Marines on the stage before beginning her entrance, a smile gracing her face. As she reaches the ring, she climbs onto the apron, facing the stage, hooks both arms in the ropes over the top one, and flips backwards, landing on her feet and turning 180 degrees to the inside of the ring. After climbing a turnbuckle to pose, she drops down and her music fades out.*
*As she stretches a bit to prepare for the match, “Hysteria” blasts through the speakers. Ivy appears, followed closely by Mysth at the end of the ramp and gets a rather good reaction from the troops.*
Announcer : Aaaand her opponent, from Lille, France, being accompanied by Mysth, “Sexually Suggestive” IVYYYY ROSEPIIIINE !!
*Ivy walks to the ring in a very lascivious way, greeting the troops s she walks. She eventually reaches the ring and kisses her boyfriend in the ring before he gets at ringside and she climbs into the ring. Each woman backs into an opposite corner, smirking at the other as the referee receives a bit of a briefing on how this match is to work. As he nods towards the outside area, the ring announcer is going to remind he troops about the special rules of this match.*
Announcer : This is a Weapon of Choice match. A few days ago, both competitors picked a stipulation to win the match, and they can only win via the stipulation they chose. Ivy Rosepine chose a Knock Out stipulation and Terina chose a Submission stipulation ! Therefore, none of them can be eliminated via disqualification !
*The referee turns back around, signaling for the bell. Sounding rapidly thrice, the match has officially begun!*
DING DING DING!
*Terina and Ivy both lunge at one another, locking up in the traditional collar-and-elbow style, but holding each other locked at about equal position. Ivy’s footing is superior, allowing her to get a more firm grip on the mat; however, Terina drops down to her knees and goes roundabout, encircling the legs of Ivy and using her arms to wrap around them like a bolas, dropping the acid-tongued GND. At a mixture of cheers and boos, Terina gives a wink at the camera and turns back around, dropping to her knees and placing Ivy in a…Chinlock?! Yes, a chinlock. A generic move that has been called the “Very Signature of Randy Orton,” yet, despite the rather unimposing nature of it, the weardown is all a part of the plan. Terina wrenches away, her grip around the jaws of Ivy. After a minute or so, Ivy regains her composure entirely, fighting Terina off; however, Terina is not so easily evaded. Ivy gets to her feet, Terina’ s chinlock loosening. The chinlock is almost entirely gone. Terina’ s face, devoid of any alarm, simply coordinates her converting the chinlock into a slightly less ungainly headlock. Although Ivy isn’t very much fazed by it, a hold is a hold, and weardown is weardown. Just as Rospine is about to break out of this one, Terina slips behind her, both arms just about wrapped around the head of her adversary.*
*In retaliation, Ivy wraps an arm around the top of the head of Terina, preparing to leap down and give her a makeshift stunner. Unfortunately for her, Terina pulls backward, straddling her legs for a textbook Edge-O-Matic. As the two land in the ring, Terina gets up, dusting herself off and looking over at the troops—once again to a mixed reaction—with a shrug and a smile. Walking over to the downed Ivy, Terina finds herself on the receiving end of a rising sole kick to her chin, sending her staggering backwards and into the ropes. Ivy hauls herself up, rubbing the back of her head and charging towards Terina. Out of instinct, the self-proclaimed “Most Technical GND” strafes and ducks, only to find herself in an awkward spot as Ivy stops mid-charge, delivering a low dropkick and sending her opponent out onto the floor with an extremely indignant…*
THUD!!!
*Ivy walks to the ropes and leans against them, bringing her chest out and looking at the downed Terina with a little smile and her eyes half shut. Since none of them picked a count out stipulation, the referee doesn't start a count. When Terina starts to rise again, Ivy grabs the top rope and goes for a Plancha, but Terina catches her in mid air ! And she slams her right into the barricade! Terina goes for an Armbar but amazingly, Ivy reacts immediately and pushes Terina away, who is surprised Ivy reacted so quickly after such a hit. Terina then gets back into the ring and Ivy quickly follows. The two lock up again and Terina Irish whips Ivy Rosepine into the ropes and waits for the Frenchwoman to bounce, but Rosepine uses the momentum to hit a Flying Forearm ! Terina quickly gets up and charges at Ivy who counters and sends her in a corner, face first, which gives Ivy an opportunity to run and hit the Guêpière!! Terina screams in pain and nurses her back as she falls to a kneeling position. Ivy grabs her from behind and goes for an inverted Suplex, but Terina manages to counter and land right on her feet and nails Rosepine with a reverse DDT! With Ivy down, Terina applies a Boa Constrictor!*
*Ivy tries to struggle out of the hold, but the woman of TJT doesn't let go ! Ivy roars a few times in pain. Mysth tries to give her instructions on how to escape but submission holds aren't exactly his territory. Ivy somehow manages to grab the ropes, but there is no disqualifications and therefore no rope breaks. Terina applies even more pressure, but Ivy manages to pull herself with the ropes, making Terina lose a bit of her grip. Terina tries to get back to a better position, but Ivy pulls again and manages to get completely out of the hold.*
*Ivy is still in pain from the submission hold and is nursing her body while she slowly gets up with help from the ropes. Mysth warns her about Terina coming her way, but it' s too late as she grabs Ivy for a Sleeper Hold ! But this time, Ivy is ready and after barely two seconds into the hold, she manages to hook Terina's leg with her foot and slams her to the mat with a Russian Leg Sweep like maneuver. Terina crashes on the canvas AND absorbs Ivy' s fall on top of that ! Ivy stands then looks at Terina while leaning and putting her hands on her knees. When she sees Terina in a kneeling position, she runs at the ropes, bounces and strikes Terina with an amazing Black Dog Serenade!! The shock makes the ropes of the ring shake and the troops let out a big “WHOW!!” Terina is down and the ref starts a count while Ivy catches her breath in case Terina isn't KO'd yet.*
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
*Terina gets to a kneeling position.*
FOUR!
*Terina is up again. Ivy looks upset. She didn't exactly expect her opponent to be done yet (as she could see just how hardy she can be during the bet 2 out of 3 match), but she didn't expect her to get up before the count of five either. With a smug, drowsy expression, Terina throws a forearm at Ivy, connecting with a second, then a third. Before she can go for a fourth, Ivy grabs the arm of Terina’s attack, armdragging her down to the mat. Terina gets up, charging Ivy but ducking around her, running into the ropes behind them and jumping onto them, jumping off for a springboard elbow. Ivy’s perception allows her to see it coming, but as she goes to try to kick Terina in mid-air, the crafty technician hangs onto the ropes, before bouncing off as the leg of Ivy’s retracts. Terina sails right over her adversary, landing behind her and charging again. Ivy turns 180 degrees, getting a bit of a spear—yet, it doesn’t seem as though that’s the whole move! Terina drives her into the ropes, before flipping over her and applying a reversed version off the--*
Terina: TARANTULA~!
*Terina begins to stretch Rospine in the hold, making it look a whole lot easier than it is. Her face seems a little more serious than before, and she begins to cinch in the Tarantula enough for the referee to go and check up on Ivy. Her face seems rather pained, to say the least, but that’s not his focus; the hold, like a mechanical device, is precisely and efficiently locked. Examining the situation, he looks back over at Ivy and asks her if she’s done.*
Referee: DO you give up?!
Ivy: NOO!!!
*Terina lets off a significant sigh, releasing the hold and turning to the floor, landing on the mat nearby the troops like some breed of cat. Sliding back into the ring with no time taken to flourish, the Princess of TJT makes no bones about getting back to work. She gets another chinlock in on Ivy, before her opponent eventually wriggles out of it, elbowing her in her bare stomach and turning around to snap suplex her down to the ring mat. Terina on her back, Ivy allows her to sit up after a few moments before sneaking up on her from behind and jumping on her shoulders. Before Terina can really counter-react, Rospine bounces off, slamming her knees into Terina with an overly-ROH-inspired “OOOOOOOOOH!” from the troops surrounding the ring. As she gets up, Ivy rests on the ropes, her back facing the outside. The referee begins the count.*
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
FOUR!
FIVE!
*Terina gets back up to her feet, backing away from Ivy and rolling out of the ring to continue to think over her strategy, not to mention catch her breath after the dual knee shots to her kidneys. Something clicks in her head, as she ducks under the ring, out of view. The crowd of troops goes abuzz, the referee and Ivy being in utter confusion at the situation. Terina eventually pops right out in the same place of which she entered, holding…nothing. She seems very accomplished, but everyone else seems about as impressed as the British were by the Genoese at the Battle of Crecy. Despite this, she rolls back into the ring ever so happily, finding herself the immediate target of a flurry of clenched punches. While covering up, Terina manages to get a thumb into the left eye of Ivy, prompting the white-haired woman to backpedal on reflex. Terina hoists herself up, locking up with Ivy and transitioning behind her. Locking on a nerve hold, she keeps Ivy frozen motionless for enough of a period of time for her to think over the next stage of her plan. Forcing Ivy forward as she releases the hold, Terina kicks a leg out from under her opponent as she then applies a surfboard stretch to the felled—and seated—Ivy Rosepine. Leaning a little bit, Terina finds herself getting her head caught in an awkward leg scissors from Ivy that sends her flipping over and onto her back.*
*Ivy hauls herself upwards, stomping Terina once and then picking her up, whipping her into the ropes. As Terina rebounds, Ivy grabs her, powerslamming her onto the mat and delivering a face-cut. Not a powerful move, but a transition nonetheless. Ivy runs into the ropes, bouncing off and hitting a Senton of the somersaulting variety. Terina grabs her stomach as Ivy moves away slightly and waits for the referee’s count.*
*Before the referee has even hit a simple “ONE!” Terina has rocketed to her feet, delivering a flurry of chops that send Ivy reeling backwards. Ivy, not to be outdone by her archrival, begins to fight back with punches, the two alternating between one another.*
WOO!
*THUD*
WOO!
*THUD*
WOO!
*THUD*
WOO!
*THUD*
WOO!
*THUD*
*Terina stops her chops by grabbing Ivy, hoisting her up in position for a fisherman suplex—maybe even a slingshot variant, judging by her positioning adjacent to the ring ropes—but instead, carries her up the turnbuckle, running across the side of the ring ropes with the fisherman suplex position totally intact. Just as she leaps off to complete this wild move, Ivy slips out of her grip, locking Terina’s head in a front facelock and drilling her head into the mat. That’s a corkscrew DDT in case your mind isn’t acting too well this evening. Terina crumples to the mat as Ivy gets up, and she backs off again. The referee pauses for a moment, then starts with his count.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
FOUR!
FIVE!
SIX!
SEVEN!
*Terina gets back up to her feet, looking drowsier than ever. Before Ivy can follow up with any further maneuvers, Terina ducks out of the ring. Ivy prepares to do a plancha, but her final decision is wise—Terina slips under the ring to a similar reaction as before. Ivy seems a little frustrated, but keeps in the middle of the ring in case a counter-attack is launched in her direction. Nothing, save for the audience of troops—and Mysth of course—is making a sound of any sort. Ivy may be looking to her sides and behind, but one crucial direction she isn’t looking at is simple enough: below. As she continues to scan the vicinity, the point of a kendo stick—and the rest of the kendo stick, with Terina clutching it—rips out of the mat, tearing a hole in the platform. Like then Man of La Moncha, Terina flies upwards, lancing her enemy with the pointed object to the back from below. Ivy goes flying, landing on her face as Terina begins to crack her over the back with the oriental weapon. With a particularly stiff shot, Terina splits the weapon over the upper back of Ivy, a clean-splintered ruin of the kendo stick getting a toss out to the crowd, a lucky marine catching the weapon. With the back adequately worked over, Terina twists Ivy like a pretzel, tying her up with her only signature move named after a kind of spider: the Orb Weaver. Like its namesake, winding and crafting the perfect, twisting web, Terina’s submission hold has Ivy in a nearly-inescapable situation. Like a fly caught within, Ms. Rosepine is in a whole lot of trouble. Mysth offers her a bit of encouragement, trying to tell her how she can possibly get out of this one, but it doesn’t seem as though there is any possible way she can. Terina continues to add pressure, her grip becoming tighter by the second. The referee checks again on Ivy, asking if she is indeed prepared to give in.*
Referee: DO YOU GIVE UP?!
Ivy: NO! I TOLD YOU ALREADY!
*Terina holds the move in like lock and key, but eventually rolls her eyes and decides to let go after a few minutes. Wringing her wrists a little bit to let out the natural numb feeling of applying heavy pressure for an extended period of time, Terina begins to execute a series of body-bending stretches, attracting a bit of cheers and applause from the “hungry” crowd of troops filling the makeshift arena. As she works the feeling back into herself, she turns around completely, continuing to pose off. Eventually, Ivy crawls back up to her feet. With Terina certain that she’d be down for longer, Terina continues to stretch, before bending herself backwards. Unfortunately for her, the only thing she can see is Ivy’s face leaning down right under her, causing her to buckle in alarm—although, Ivy manages to catch her mid-fall—and to receive a shoulder neckbreaker that sends her crashing down ever so much more quickly.*
*Pausing for a few moments, Ivy stands perpendicular to her downed nemesis, flipping upwards and landing in a pike to deliver her crushing Shooting Star Stomp! Bouncing off of Terina, she backs off again as the referee begins his count.*
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
FOUR!
FIVE!
*Terina hauls herself up, finding a charging Ivy coming her way. As she strafes the move, she goes for a hip toss to fell her opponent, but to her dismay it is blocked. Terina tries to pull on it to complete the move, but Ivy blocks again. With an Irish whip, she sends the self-absorbed submission machine over the top rope and to the outside of the ring rather unceremoniously. With Terina outside, Ivy decides to get reprisal for the kendo stick ambush, grabbing a nearby microphone cord stored under the ring and wrapping it around the neck of Terina, choking her. With the cord tightened, Ivy slides back into the ring, pulling the cord and hoisting her adversary up like a crate of oranges. As Terina begins to pull away, she eventually is hauled over the top rope and into the ring, choking as she collapses to the mat. Ivy picks her up, preparing the still-strangled Terina for her patented Ivy bomb. Just as she prepares the move, her strangling opponent, gasping for breath, she finds herself on the receiving end of pain. Sharp pain. Pain that is so sharp, feeling it is like being stabbed in the crotch with a heavy sword. Well, maybe not a sword, but a whip from the heavy microphone cord, courtesy of Terina, serves the turn equally well. As Ivy collapses, crutching her groin, Terina climbs back up to her feet, loosening the grip on her throat and letting out heavy breaths of relief.*
*With Ivy down, Terina keeps her face-down, climbing over her and crossing her legs, hoisting her up and keeping her seated. TEXAS CLOVERLEAF! As the pressure is increasingly added, Ivy is locked onto the ground, the thick brown hair of Terina draped around her entire head and shoulders, her face completely obscured. As she increases the pressure evermore, the hold gets tighter and tighter. Ivy can’t fight it forever, her fist pounding on the mat in frustration.*
Terina: ASK HER!!!
*The referee walks closely to the face-down Ivy, avoiding the rip in the ring mat and asking her the age old question…*
Referee: DO YOU GIVE UP?!
Ivy: NOO! NEVER!!!
*As Terina continues to apply pressure and make the hold nearly backbreaking, the cord, still loosely attached to her neck, begins to tighten ever so slowly to her alarm. Taking a risk however, she continues to apply pressure, getting Ivy to tap…no. Ivy still doesn’t tap out, but the strangulation is increasing. Without even trying to hold off the cord, Terina continues to apply pressure. Three minutes feel like an eternity; the two women increase their death grips on one another, but no conclusive victor can be seen. Suddenly Terina begins to slump over slightly, falling face first onto the mat. With her grip slipping, she converts the hold to an anklelock, Ivy in immense pain. However, Ivy gets to a knee in time, Terina still downed and choking. With Ivy up, the referee begins his count…*
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
FOUR!
FIVE!
SIX!
SEVEN!
EIGHT!
NINE!
*Just as Ivy seems be ready to start tapping out…*
TEN!
*DING DING DING!*
*The referee has called for the bell, and the match is over. “Hysteria” starts back up to the speakers, as Mysth slides into the ring, helping Ivy up with the referee, Terina half-unconscious on the mat. Ivy gets to her feet, various troops from the crowd cheering and applauding. While she’s in too much pain to take a bow, she and Mysth happily leave the ring, the acid-tongued GND hobbling up the makeshift ramp, an arm in the air at the top of the stage before disappearing behind the curtain.*
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Post by Toom E. Guci on Dec 23, 2007 22:20:43 GMT -5
* Suddenly, dorf storms out of the back & gets in the ring. He grabs a microphone in hand in what appears to be extreme anger. *
dorf: You know what? I am sick & I am tired of this. I am sick of it all! Enough is enough & it’s time for a change!! Eisenstein, get your ass out here now!!! Do you hear me? GET OUT HERE NOW!!
* The soldiers all stand in silence at what they have just heard. Toom E Dangerously’s music plays as he walks out & gets in the ring. *
Toom E: Just what the hell are you doing?
* dorf follows Toom E’s entrance with a slap to the face.*
dorf: I am sick & I am tired of you openningly mocking me. I have busted my ass for this company since Day 1 Eisenstein. I brought your company out of borderline bankruptcy. And what do you do to me? You mock me at every chance you get. You ridicule my judgment. You make me look bad. You prance around here in some made up name, pretending you are something you’re not? And why? Why? Because you were ignored in the WCF. Because nobody gave a s*** about you in the WCF. So you whined like a little baby & took over a bingo hall. You kicked sweet, innocent women out of a Bingo Hall so you can do whatever you damn well pleased. Funny thing is…you’re still ignored here. Nobody listens to you. Nobody gives a s*** about what you do! You have such an ego that you name a pay per view after yourself. What kind of joke is that? And it’s not even your real name!! I’m tired of being the joke of EWT. And I am tired of you Eisenstein. You pretend you’re some Paul Heyman wannabe, stealing his name, hiding behind a façade. Well, you know what?
* Just then, Toom E grabs the microphone out of dorf’s hand. *
Toom E: You know dorf, it’s nice of you to air your anger in front of these soldiers. I find it funny that you feel the need to refer to me by my real name when you don’t even go by your real name. Isn’t that right…Michael? But let’s just say it is great that you decided to show up this year. Remember last year? You & Moxie were supposed to happen & you didn’t even have the guts to show your face in front of these soldiers? You were the champion, for pete’s sake. And you couldn’t even show your face.
* By this point, dorf has his own microphone. *
dorf: Shut up!! Just shut up, Ok!! Fact of the matter is…one of us has got to go. I don’t care about the past. I am sick of you being in the present. And I do not want you in my future. You used to wrestle…poorly. I used to wrestle. Hell, look at the championships I have held. So I am issuing you a challenge right here, right now. You versus me…no holds barred…winner gets EWT…and loser LEAVES!!! What do you think of that?
Toom E: You want an answer? You want me gone that bad that you’re willing to wrestle me?
Dorf: Yes, I am willing to wrestle…and beat you.
* dorf follows that up with another slap to the face. Toom E retaliates with a punch to the face. Toom E yells out:*
Toom E: Ring the bell & get a referee out here…NOW!!!
* The bell rings as Toom E grabs dorf & throws him into the ropes. Toom E charges with a clothesline, but dorf ducks & bounces back off the ropes with a flying elbow. Dorf grabs Toom up & bodyslams him on the mat. Dorf then pulls Toom up & throws him into the turnbuckle. Dorf charges at him with a clothesline. Dorf then grabs Toom into a bulldog headlock & smashes his head on the mat. Dorf goes for a cover, but Toom manages his arm up. Dorf grabs Toom up & throws him out of the ring. Dorf follows outside the ring, grabbing Toom & throwing him into the barricade. Dorf starts throwing chops at Toom. Dorf grabs Toom & smashes his head into the barricade. Dorf grabs a chair & goes to bring the chair down on Toom’s head. Toom manages to duck out of the way. Toom hits a drop toehold that sends dorf’s head into the chair. Toom staggers to his feet & drops an elbow on dorf’s back. Toom grabs dorf & throws him into the barricade. Toom gets up behind dorf & hits him with a German Suplex. Toom picks up dorf, throwing him into the ring apron. Toom hits a dropkick on him, sending him into the apron again. Toom grabs the chair & swings it at dorf. Dorf manages to duck this one. Dorf had dropped to his knee & low blows Toom. Toom goes down as dorf hits an X-Factor outside the ring. Dorf then grabs a rifle from one of the soldiers & smashes it into Toom’s head. This busts Toom’s head open. Dorf tosses the rifle back & throws a bloody Toom into the ring. *
* dorf follows into the ring with a chair. Dorf gets to his feet & smashes the chair to Toom’s head. Dorf goes for a cover, as a frail Toom barely gets his foot on the rope. Dorf gets to his feet & lifts up a bloody Toom. He throws Toom into the turnbuckles & Toom flips onto the top rope. Dorf runs up & grabs Toom, setting him up for a superplex. Dorf sets him up on the top rope, but Toom manages a punch. Toom hits another punch. Toom then hits a knee to the crotch area & shoves dorf down onto the mat. Dorf crashes as Toom positions himself, leaping off with a moonsault. Toom goes for a cover, but dorf manages a kick out. A bloody Toom gets to his feet & grabs dorf. He throws dorf into the ropes & nails a Lou Thesz Press. Toom lands several punches onto dorf. Toom lifts dorf up again & hits a standing dropkick. Toom grabs the steel chair & brings it down on dorf’s back. Toom hits him several times & connects to the head. Toom drops the chair down on dorf’s face as he climbs to the top rope. Toom leaps off the top rope with an elbow drop to the chair. As Toom removes the chair, it’s revealed a severely bloody nose that could only mean a broken nose. An angry Toom throws the chair outside the ring & grabs dorf, hitting him with a spiked DDT. Toom goes for a cover as the referee counts 1-2-3. *
Announcer: The winner of the match & the SOLE owner of Extreme Wrestlecrap Threaderation…Toom E Dangerously.
* Toom looks down at a bloody dorf & wipes the blood from his own forehead. The soldiers are cheering like crazy for him, as Toom E Dangerously walks out of the ring. *
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Post by Toom E. Guci on Dec 23, 2007 22:21:12 GMT -5
*We cut to the inside of the ring, as we see the EWT staff setting up the Ultimate Ox Match, as the Ox Division Championship is hung securely above the ring, with the wires and such all fastened and such. As they do this, the Toomitron lights up, as we look back at the "illustrious" career of Dr. Vivian Anemone, showing various scenes like her siccing the Sunshine Squad on people, abusing them backstage, being betrayed by Paul Podanski, seducing Pat O Hare, coming back and beating the living hell out of Juri, among other things. Soon after, the ring has been set up and the bell sounds, signifying the start of this match.*
Finkel: The following contest is the Ultimate Ox match! The match is as follows. The first person to grab and tug down the Ox Division belt hanging above the ring will be declared the champion. Furthermore, if Dr. Vivian Anemone loses, then she must retire forever!
Cole: And wouldn't that be terrible.
JBL: Shut your mouth, Michael! Vivian is one of the vets of the GND Division and it would be terrible to see her go out this way! Cole: So you want to see Juri lose?
JBL: I just don't want to see a talent be forced into retirement by something they said.
Cole: Oh? Does it bring back bad memories?
JBL: Shut up your mouth, Cole!
*The soldiers cheer loudly at the thought of this, as If You're Happy and You Know It by Vickie Winans starts up, the crowd booing quite immensely, as the crazed walks out from the back, an eerily serious look on her face, as he growls a bit, in no mood to be excessively happy tonight. She instead just starts walking solemnly down towards the ring, as the soldiers surrounding mock her quite relentlessly, definitely eager to see the woman lose.*
Finkel: Introducing first, from the Land of Imagination, weighing in at 159 pounds, Dr. Vivian Anemone!
*She simply enters the ring, gazing up above at the Ox Division belt, simply nodding and walking off to the side, as she nods to herself.*
Cole: Vivian looks like she brought her A-Game to this match.
JBL: She's has to. She's driven to prove to everyone that she is one that should be OX Division Champion, not her most hated enemy: Juri Sadamoto.
Cole: But what has Juri done to Vivian?
JBL: Simple. Exist. And succeed.
*Just as soon as Vivian's music begins to fade out, "Rose" plays the PA to a decent pop from the troops as they watch the backstage curtain for Juri. Clearly, she wouldn't enter through the crowd, considering the different sort of situation. But lo and behold, the Fiery Joshi comes out through the crowd to a much larger pop. She wears her same attire except for a bullet proof camo vest. She smirks, pointing up in the middle of the soldiers who copy her, and she begins to make her trek down to the ring. Along the way, she makes sure to high five as many soldiers as possible. She jumps over the barricade, and looks up at her title then down to Vivian. She smirks and points up again, mouthing 'That's mine.' She casts off the vest, to go to wearing just her belly shirt. Her music ends as the bell rings.*
Cole: Looks like Juri is sure of herself as well.
JBL: For her sake, she better be. Or she’s going to lose more than her title.
*Juri enters the ring soon after, looking right back across at Vivian, a very unamused look on her face, as she too is ready to end this psychotic woman's stalking of her once and for all. The two look back at each other, slowly circling the ring, then rushing, quickly starting to exchange swifts kicks, as the armed forces cheer, soon after both women backing off again, neither with a clear advantage. They back off again, slowly circling the ring, as Vivian rushes in aiming and... turning around, making a quick dash to the turnbuckle! Juri watches this, not falling for this trickery, as she chases after, quickly yanking Vivian back down by the leg, then grabbing and planting with a Reverse DDT! Vivian goes down, slowly rising back up, as Juri waits for her, aiming another kick, which Vivian catches, spinning her around and countering with a spinning wheel kick to the face, knocking the Broken Rose down.*
Cole: Oh my! Vivian means business!
JBL: What have I told you Cole? The woman is driven to proven to everyone that she should not be forgotten. She wants to be remembered as the best woman that EWT ever had. And Juri is one of those women that is preventing that from happening.
Cole: Why doesn’t she just take out every woman then?
JBL: I’m sure she plans to.
*Vivian quickly rises back up, Juri grasping her head and following, as Vivian slips behind, charging and grabbing her as she rises up, looking for a bulldog, only for Juri to push her off, sending her bouncing back, as she aims a sweep kick, Vivian jumping over it and aiming a dropkick, hitting Juri right in the face! She giggles, rising back up again and quickly starting to scale the cables. Juri however shakes it off, rising back up and grabbing her by the leg again, Vivian quickly trying to kick her off, to no avail, as she tugs her off, Vivian landing, right into a vicious knife edge from Juri! She whines, as the Broken Rose unleashes another... and another, battering the woman, as she stumbles back. Juri walks over, grabbing and aiming a few knees now at that chest as well, Vivian however catching one and shoving her away, then charging and grabbing her, taking them both down with a running neckbreaker drop.*
JBL: Again Vivian’s coming out the victor in this match. I’m very impressed.
Cole: But, John, you can’t win from pinfall!
JBL: I’m well aware of that, Michael. But you can’t just go up and take the title when your opponent is fresh either.
*Vivian is the first back up, as she sits Juri upright, then nails a nasty kick to the spine, as Juri grasps at the area a bit. Vivian grins, then aims another, putting her on her back, as she follows up, snapping off a standing moonsault, but Juri counters, getting the knees up. Vivian gasps, rolling off, as Juri slowly rises back up, grasping at the back a bit. She bounces off the ropes, coming back and dropkicking Vivian right in the face, sending her rolling out of the ring! Juri smiles to herself, as she gets back up, turning to go for the title, but then stopping herself... instead charging and vaulting over the top, taking Vivian back down as she rises with a body press! The troops cheer, as Juri nods, yanking the bald woman up by her head, then driving her face first into the steel post!*
Cole: Looks like Juri is hungry for this match as well, John!
JBL: As much as I don’t want to see Vivian lose, I can not deny that Juri is well experienced for her years. She has gone through some hell that not even the hardest male wrestlers would want to go through. But I can’t say she’s looking too well in this match. I can’t put my finger on it.
Cole: You just want Vivian to win.
*Vivian gasps a bit in pain, as Juri rears her head back again, driving it once more into there. She pulls back one more time, but Vivian stops herself with a foot, then grabbing Juri's head and driving it into there herself! Juri groans, stumbling back, as Vivian quickly turns around, snapping off a roundhouse and taking her adversary down hard. She looks down, sneering and tugging Juri up by her fiery red hair, then stepping back, charging and hitting a jumping knee right to the face, sending her back down! The crowd boos, as she once again pulls Juri up, tossing her back into the ring, following after.*
JBL: Why did she do that? It would be smarter to keep Juri outside the ring!
Cole: I don’t think Vivian’s had a clear thought in many years, John.
JBL: That’s what makes her dangerous.
*She once again pulls Juri up, positioning her for a flapjack into the top turnbuckle, dropping her into it. Juri bounces hard off, grasping her face again, as Vivian walks over, grabbing her by the neck and positioning her for a Downward Spiral. Juri however quickly breaks free, nailing a quick kick, doubling Vivian over, then dropping her hard with a DDT! Vivian grasps at her neck, as Juri nods, walking over and dropping a knee across her face. She quickly rises back up, grabbing at her back a bit, as she pulls her up and shoves her back against the turnbuckle, running back and charging, looking for a knee to the face!*
Cole: WOW!
JBL: Now there’s some of that stiffness that Juri is famous for! If she uses more of that, she might have a chance in this match.
Cole: Might? She was able to dethrone one of the longest reigning OX Division Champions in Cassinova, I think she is more capable than you give her credit for!
*She connects, sending Anemone slumping into the bottom of the turnbuckle. Juri walks over, delivering a ruthless facewash, scraping her boot across her opponent's face, as she grimaces in pain from it. Juri then backs up, bouncing off the ropes, charging for a vicious boot to the face, but Vivian manages to roll out of the way, grasping at her face now, as she quickly rises back up, Juri stopping herself before she crashes, only for Vivian to shove her back against it. Juri gasps, hitting it stomach first, as Anemone back up, charging full speed and leaping right over Juri's head, landing atop the turnbuckle, then leaping back off, snapping off a Hurracanrana! Juri goes sailing, as she rises up again, just in time for Vivian to charge after and snap another off on her, sending her sailing again! Vivian grins, as Juri shakes her head a bit, Vivian charging once again, Juri looking to counter, only for Vivian to instead follow up with a basement dropkick, clipping the knee!*
JBL: Smart thinking by Vivian! If Juri can’t walk, she can’t climb!
Cole: Wouldn’t it be smarter to go for an arm?
JBL: Shut up, Cole!
*Juri falls, dropping down, as Vivian rolls back to her feet, giggling, then leaping up, aiming an Enziguri at the back of Juri's head. Sadamoto however senses this one instinctively, ducking down quickly, as Vivian misses, landing flat on the mat. She growls, rising back up along with Juri, quickly aiming another kick at her face, only for it to get caught, as Juri counters, another sweep kick taking Vivian off her feet! The crowd cheers as Juri nods, quickly ascending the turnbuckle, then leaping up, grabbing onto the cable and starting to make her way towards the title. She keeps climbing up almost near the second set, when suddenly a smiley faced chair comes flying at her. Juri sees it almost instantly, letting go and catching it, then diving off the cables, bashing Vivian right in the face with it, as she crashes back to the mat, as the crowd goes nuts!*
Cole: Oh my!
JBL: I hate to admit it... But that was damn impressive. There are many wrestlers that claim to be hardcore wrestlers. But there aren’t many that can compare to the versatility that Juri Sadamoto has.
*Both women start to rise back up a bit slower, Vivian definitely looking quite woozy. She turns around, right into a swift savate kick, knocking her back down. Juri nods, tugging Vivian back up quite quickly, grabbing and planting her with a Downward Spiral of her own! Vivian's head bounces hard into the mat, as she yelps, rolling along in pain, as she rolls back over, sitting up slowly. She rises back to her feet, only to walk right into a Rose Lariato! She crumbles, going back down, as Juri looks at her, delivering a kick right to the side of her neck, as she grabs and yanks her back up, hoisting her up for a suplex, only for Vivian to drop down behind, grabbing and taking Juri with her in a falling neckbreaker! The Ox Division champion gasps, landing hard, as she grasps at her neck, Vivian slowly rising back up, looking down and grabbing Juri back the neck, clinching in a sleeper hold, looking to capitalize.*
Cole: Vivian is really wearing down Juri with that Sleeper Hold. It’s a smart strategy but, I’m not so sure that it is really doing a lot in this match.
JBL: Again, Cole. Everything helps in these matches. *Juri gasps in pain, as she watches Vivian start wrenching away, Juri quickly fighting to her feet, only for Vivian to deliver a powerful forearm to the back of the neck, as she lets go. Juri drops back down to a knee, as Vivian leaps up, delivering another dropkick to the back of the head. Juri falls face first into the mat, as Vivian hops atop, starting to deliver a series of clubs to the side of the neck, doing further damage, Juri grimacing from this assault. Vivian grins, hopping back off, then pulling Juri back up by the neck, taking her quickly into a swinging neckbreaker, driving Juri back down again. She groans, clutching the area, as Vivian nods, walking over to the turnbuckle and hopping atop, now starting to scale the cables herself. She starts making her towards the top, climbing desperately, as Juri starts to rise now.* JBL: Ain’t this something! Both woman are climbing the ropes!
Cole: We could be seeing someone taking a bad plunge!
*Vivian seems oblivious, as Juri glares up at the woman, shaking her head, then running over, climbing atop the turnbuckle and following after, still rubbing her neck a bit as she does. Vivian eventually notices this, trying to climb faster, but Juri quickly catches up, both women quite determined to get that belt first. Eventually they meet up with each other, starting to aim a few kicks at each other, as they dangle above the ring. Vivian nails Juri in the face with one, but she doesn't even budge, fighting through the pain. She aims one at Vivian's own, who quickly climbs back a bit, avoiding it. She aims another, Juri swinging out of the way of this one. Juri then aims another, nailing Vivian, who, like Juri, somehow holds on. The two look at each other, glaring, when suddenly Vivian starts swinging, as Juri watches in confusion, until the woman wraps her legs around Juri's neck in a vice, still holding on as she does!*
Cole: If Vivian chokes out Juri, she could cause her opponent to drop and she could win the title!
JBL: I do believe that’s the idea.
*Juri gasps for air, trying to hold on herself, as she tries to fight it, but it's definitely taking it's toll. Vivian giggles, squeezing tighter on the area, as Juri starts to look a bit more out of it, but keeps hold of the cables. Vivian keeps choking her, looking more and more annoyed with the longer Juri hangs on, desperate to try and take her down. Juri's grip starts to loosen a bit, but she doesn't relent, as she reaches out with one arm, grabbing Vivian by the legs, then with the other setting her up, then dropping them both down for a powerbomb off the cables! They crash into the mat with a thud, as the armed forces look on in horror, absolutely amazed at this desperate move. Fortunately for both women, they are still able to move, but just barely it seems.* JBL: HOLY COW!
Cole: I can’t believe what we just saw! How are these two still moving?
JBL: They aren’t human. I think that’s the best explanation.
*Juri is slow to rise, holding her neck in pain as she tries to steel herself yet again to stand up. Vivian however is a bit slower, having taken much more damage from the move, as she clutches at her own neck as well, which also took quite a bit of damage. She slowly pushes up to her feet, panting slightly, as she gazes back at the Ox Division champion, not ready to lay down just yet.*
Cole: Vivian’s drive will not let her body rest.
JBL: That’s what it means to be a champion. From Synthy Eris to Joe One... They all give up their bodies for the gold. The feeling of being a champion is that good.
*Still on her back, Juri looks to the hushed crowd from her prone position. Instantly she knips up, no doubt playing to the troops just a bit, and she begins to walk towards the nearest turnbuckle to claim her title. However, before she can make it across the ring, Vivian makes a desperate dive, clipping her right in the knee, intent on keeping her down on the mat. BR quickly falls down, nursing her right knee as she was completely unaware by Vivian's attack.*
JBL: Rookie move by the champion and it cost her.
Cole: I think she was just trying to please the troops.
JBL: She’d please them more if she played it smart and won.
*Vivian immediately grabs a hold of this knee, yanking it up, then driving it right into the mat, not against exploiting this weakness at all, yanking it up once more, driving it down again and again, before lifting it up, positioning Juri for and clinching on a Stretch Muffler! The Fiery Joshi bites her lower lip as she struggles to hold back any eager sounds that may grant Vivian the pleasure of hearing her victim cry out. It's clear to everyone now that Juri's right knee is in a world of hurt. Vivian grins rather maniacally now, as she seems to enjoy every once of pain she's putting the Broken Rose, as she keeps bending, tugging, and pulling on that knee, also rather cockily nudging Juri's head with a boot, perhaps wanting to rub it in. Just when Juri looks like she can't hold out her silence anymore, her body stops moving. She was granted sweet release through passing out from pain.*
Cole: Juri’s out... Vivian has made Juri pass out.
JBL: This is your chance Vivian! Reach for that title! Make your mark upon EWT history!
* Vivian looks down, grinning as she lets go, tossing Juri's leg back down, as she gazes up slowly at the belt hanging above the ring. She slowly starts walking towards the turnbuckle, climbing up and quickly scaling the cables, gazing down at Juri as she does so. She then reaches up, pulling herself higher up , now on the second set. She starts making for the belt... but suddenly stops, as she shakes her head, moves a bit, then leaps off with a daring Smile High from off the cables, aiming right at Juri's motionless form!*
JBL: What is she thinking!?
Cole: Oh my! Juri’s helpless!
*It brutally connects with the fallen champion, the impact of which torques her backward at a sick angle. If she was having any pleasant dreams, she's been woken up back to her nightmare. Her body begins to show movement yet the movement is spasms and the holding of her back. Juri gasps for air as she tries to place together what all has just happened. Her reign as champion looks in a very bad way at this point.*
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Post by Toom E. Guci on Dec 23, 2007 22:21:41 GMT -5
Cole: If this keeps up, Juri’s career might be over!
JBL: Ha! What a twist that would be!
Cole: John, Juri can still win this!
JBL: On paper. Looking at her right now, I’d say that questionable.
*Vivian slowly rises back up, looking absolutely ecstatic, as she gazes back down, climbing up once again towards the turnbuckle, but then shaking her head, hopping back down, as she walks over, grabbing Juri's body and dragging it over, seeming to be intent on finishing her off completely. She nods, then runs up to the turnbuckle, hopping atop, then climbing swiftly back towards the top cable, as fast as she can, starting to swing back and forth atop the cable, then looking for a second Smile High, this one though aimed right at Juri's knee!*
JBL: Say good bye to Juri!
Cole: This can’t be!
*The troops hold their breath in shock. But just as Vivian comes within seconds of accomplishing her goal, Juri rolls out of the way! Vivian crashes with a sickening thud, gasping in pain, as she clutches desperately at her spine, lucky that she wasn't just paralyzed from this idiotic move. She grimaces, rolling around desperately, quickly getting onto her stomach, to relieve some of the pain Juri is extremely slow to rise but she has time due to Vivian's failed Smile High. She limps over to the nearest turnbuckle and slowly begins to climb it. She then reaches up to the top cable and begins to scale all the way other to her title.*
Cole: Juri’s going for her title! This could be the end for Vivian!
JBL: What was she thinking going for a second Smile High?! Or even the first one?! She HAD the match won!
Cole: I think the dislike between the two have gone past the titles.
JBL: That’s for sure, Michael. It’s no longer about the title. They want to make sure the other will never be able to wrestle again after this match.
*Somehow defying the crippling pain, Vivian manages to stand, glaring angrily up at Juri as she starts to scale the ropes. She walks slowly, rather hunched over as she does so, ascending the turnbuckle, then starting to make her way up towards her nemesis... a relentless look in her eyes, tears running down her face from the immense pain, as she manages to grab hold of Juri's leg from below. Juri's face does little to hide her pain surging from her knee. She kicks and flails to free herself from Vivian.*
Cole: Vivian has Juri in a bad way here!
JBL: What a match so far, Michael! I can’t believe the show these two women have put on!
*Vivian however refuses to let go, clinging and grasping around the thing, quite literally trying to rip the thing off, as she tugs down on it! Sadamoto finally frees her weaken right leg and kicks forward with all her might at the face of Vivian. Vivian gasps literally swinging from the force of the kick, as she lets go, managing to grab the cable before she can plummet, as she immediately starts swinging, positioning herself around, grimacing even further, as she puts Juri's leg now in a vice with her own two, determined to get her down. But Juri won't have it. She climbs to within arms reach Vivian and begins to give her vicious Knife Edged Chops.*
Cole: I can’t believe the ability of Juri!
JBL: I can’t believe that Vivian is taking full on, unguarded chops from Juri!
*The crazed woman feels each chop, trying to endure, but the pain is too much, as she suddenly falls backwards, now hanging on the cable by her legs, which she has still wrapped around them, as she dangles rather helplessly. Sensing a golden opportunity, Juri smirks and swings herself backward then goes for a kick with both legs right at the back of Vivian's knees. The knees buckles as Vivian yelps, plummeting once again trying to grab at the bottom cable, but to no avail, as she crashes down stomach first into the mat, able to keep her from landing on her back once again, which would most certainly break if she hadn't.*
JBL: NO! NO! Vivian’s down! This could be the end!
Cole: Come on Juri, the title is right there in your grasp!
*Juri hangs, catching her breath, then she lowers one of her hands briefly. She points to the title. The troops cheer. She adjusts her hands and uses the other one to point at Vivian. She gets a larger cheer. She repositions herself away from the belt and lingers over Vivian, waiting for the bald woman's next move. The woman rises back up slowly, as she seems barely able to stand now, standing on rubbery legs almost, as she looks up at Juri, a bit too out of it to know what she's planning it seems. BR swings backwards with all her might. As she comes forward, she lets go. It seems she's going for a massive TIMFA! The troops are on their feet.*
Cole: This is the biggest TIMFA I’ve ever seen!
JBL: This is stupid! Her knee is in terrible shape! What is she thinking?!
*But just before she makes contract, Vivian, by pure luck, collapses on the mat, the pain too much for her, as Juri misses by barely an inch. The failed TIMFA sends BR kneefirst right into the mat. She tries to roll with it, to save her knees, but is just a second too late. Her right knee impacts hard into the mat before she rolls. She protected her knees well... But not well enough. Juri lays on the ground face first, her breath blowing her scarlet hair out of her face.*
JBL: You see, Juri?! You make a stupid decision and it comes back to bite you!
Cole: Where was this when Vivian went for her Smile Highs?
JBL: I don’t have to answer questions from a lower announcer.
*Both women are now down, as the two both refuse to give up, still fighting to their feet it seems, Vivian being the first to move, crawling slowly towards the ropes, grasping at the bottom one as she tries to pull herself up. Juri struggles to rise, using the ropes to help her up as well. She quickly finds that she can not put any weight upon her right knee. Vivian is on her feet first, as she slowly makes her way towards the turnbuckle, determined still to get up to the top and gain the victory she rightfully deserves. While Sadamoto chases, or rather, hops on her left leg after her opponent.*
JBL: It’s a chase to the title!
Cole: But who will be the first one to make it?
*Before Vivian can reach the cable, Juri grabs her leg. Immediately Vivian starts trying to kick her free, desperate to keep the champion away from that belt hanging above. The weakened Juri hugs Vivian's leg for dear life, as it seems that's the only thing she can do. Fortunately this seems to work, as Vivian can't seem to shake the desperate Juri, as she looks on in horror, pratically wriggling her legs non stop, desperate to shake her loose. In a last ditch effort of burning back up energy, Juri violently pulls Vivian's leg down. Vivian soon tumbles down, groaning a bit as she slowly starts to try to fight back up to her feet... clutching desperately at her back.*
JBL: It can’t be! Vivian was almost there!
Cole: But Juri stopped her! Just when I thought Juri was done in this match, she comes back again! How does she do it?!
JBL: It’s not fair to Vivian! She’s tried her damnest to take out Juri!
*Juri helps her up... Right into a Torture Rack! She leans back against the turnbuckle for support as her knee would not allow her to do so otherwise. Juri slowly climbs up to the top rope with Vivian on her back. Vivian begins wriggling desperately, trying to somehow slip free, but to no avail, the pain of this torture rack causing her to scream in agony, tapping out immediately, but to no avail of course. Juri looks out to the crowd, rocking slightly. The camera focuses in on her face. *
Juri: It's over.
*She jumps off the top rope with Vivian in tow and hits her Broken Rose Driver on Vivian! Vivian hits the mat hard, knocked out completely from the move, as she slides out of Juri's grip, now laying face first on the mat, twitching just slightly from the intense pain she's feeling right now.*
Cole: Broken Rose Driver off the top rope!
JBL: ....Damn it... Game ball... I don’t think we’re going to see Vivian rise from this...
*Despite all, she's been through, Juri pulls herself back to her feet and hops over to the nearest turnbuckle. The crowd begins to come unglued as she ascends the cables and comes closer to her title. Vivian can do nothing to stop her, as she continues to lay on the ground, barely moving at all. Juri reaches out with one hand... She unstraps the title! The bell goes off!*
Cole: She did it! Juri did it!
JBL: She took everything Vivian had to give... This match, that was Vivian’s idea, as well. And she has put an end to Vivian’s career.
*Juri slowly climbs back to the turnbuckle and then climbs down off of it, collapsing to the ground in front of it. Her back leans against the turnbuckle as she breathes heavily in and out.*
Finkel: Your winner of this match AND STILL OX DIVISION CHAMPION... BR JURI SADAMOTO!
*Juri smiles an exhausted smile then rests her head against the middle turnbuckle. As the cword dies down, Vivian slowly rises up off the mat, panting heavily, clutching further at her back, as she looks up in total disbelief, her eyes tearing up now a bit, as tears start pouring down her eyes slowly. She slowly hobbles over, reaching out and grabbing Juri's hand... looking right at her face, then shaking her hand. Juri doesn't know how to react so she just shakes back in confusion.*
Cole: Not quite the reaction I expected from Vivian...
JBL: What the...hell?
*Vivian simply looks back up, slowly stepping backwards out of the ring, as she climbs out, then looking around the area at the armed forces, wiping her face, then breaking down, quickly sprinting to the back area, without another word. Juri looks just as confused as the rest of the crowd. She rolls out of the ring and begins to limp/hop her way to the backstage. Yet she still high fives random troop members as she walks to the back.*
Cole: And so, Juri makes her first successful title defense at a PPV!
JBL: Yeah, but at what cost? She's now got a target on that leg for any and all challengers for her title.
Cole: But she has finally gotten Vivian off her back.
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Post by Toom E. Guci on Dec 23, 2007 22:22:12 GMT -5
* We cut backstage to Todd Grisham with a now bandaged Toom E Dangerously. *
Todd: Mr. Dangerously, sir that was somewhat impressive out there. How are you feeling?
Toom E: To be honest, I hurt. But it had to be done. And now EWT is back where it belongs…to me & me alone. Thing is, dorf has been coming around & doing crazy things. High School Musical? Come on now. Did folks really want to see that?
Todd: Well, I kind of liked it.
Toom E: You would. Probably got pictures all over your wall. You know though, it’s kind of interesting that dorf did mention that we have a pay per view named after me. In fact, Toom E’s House Party IV is coming up in a couple of weeks. January 6th, 2008…to be precise. And thing is, I have come up with a great idea for this one. An idea we haven’t done before.
Todd: And are you going to share with us?
Toom E: Of course, of course. You see, once we get back to the United States, we will have a secret sign up box for the House Party Battle Royal. But this will be different. The first 20 who sign up will be placed in the match. Then we will draw names from the sign up box to create tag teams. Those tag teams, whether they be friend or foe, will be in charge of watching each other’s backs. If one partner is eliminated, the other is out, too. Until the last 2 are left in the ring. And those 2 will compete for something very special.
Todd: And what is that?
Toom E: The EWT Tri-State Championship!!!
Todd: Wait…how can they compete for the belt that is held by Ghost-face?
Toom E: WAS held by Ghost-face. Since he decided to no show this trip, he is being stripped of the EWT Tri-State Championship. Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to tend to my wounds.
Todd: Same ole Toom E, only flying solo again. Let’s get back to the ring.
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Post by Toom E. Guci on Dec 23, 2007 22:22:54 GMT -5
* Mystery stands in the ring. She awaits Carla, as the ring announcer announces her. Her music plays, but no Carla. Mystery stands in the ring, a concerned look on her face. Carla’s name is announced again. Nothing. Suddenly, we see on the Toomi-tron medics aiding an unconscious Carla, who is bloody as well, backstage. Mystery sees this & a tear comes to her eye. She rushes backstage to see if she can help as we cut to a video package for the main event. *
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Post by Toom E. Guci on Dec 23, 2007 22:23:51 GMT -5
‘Otherworld’ hits the speakers, bringing the troops’ spirits high. Mysth walks out and poses by spreading his arms to the soldiers, followed closely by his girlfriend. Announcer: The following pure rules match is scheduled for one fall, and it is for the EWT World Heavyweight Championship. Introducing first the challenger, from Strasbourg, France, weighing in at 218 lbs and being accompanied by “Sexually Suggestive” Ivy Rosepine... this... is... Mysth! Mysth slaps hands with the troops and Ivy motions to them as they walks to the ring. Ivy gets next to the squared circle as Mysth jumps to the ring and poses. He crouches in a corner, waiting for his opponent. After a few seconds, ‘Testify’ strikes up to the disgust of the crowd. Announcer: And his opponent, representing the EWT Stable Champions Minipax, from Airstrip One, weighing in at 234 lbs., the EWT World Heavyweight Champion, Joe One! One appears from the back with Christopher Indigo at his side, carrying the Ingsoc flag. One walks to the ring looking straight at the ground, eyes cold as ever. He quickly glances up, looking at Mysth, who returns the glance. One walks up the steps and unfastens his EWT Championship from his shoulder. Indigo waves the Ingsoc flag, to the dismay of the crowd. The referee stands between the two with a microphone. Referee: This is a pure rules match. The title can change on pinfall, submission, disqualification, and count-out. The two of you will be given three rope breaks. After three rope breaks, the ropes are in play. Using a closed fist will result in a warning. Using a closed fist again will result in a loss of a rope break. If you have no rope breaks, you will be disqualified. There is a STRICT 20-count outside of the ring. Mysth, do you understand these rules? Mysth: I do. Referee: Joe One, do you understand these rules? One: I do. Referee: Then, by the power vested in me, I now pronounce you Champion and Challenger. You may now ki….I mean shake hands. One extends his hand mechanically. Mysth is slow to accept, but shakes hands. Mysth pulls back, expecting One to do something maniacal; however, One does no such thing. Joe raises his eyebrow, as if to say, “What are you expecting?” The referee raises the title and sounds for the bell. *ding ding ding* The troops start a ‘Let’s go Mysth’ chant as the two competitors circle each other. The two grapple, but One gets the upper hand and picks Mysth up for a powerbomb. One picks Mysth back up, but Mysth quickly maneuvers around him and hits a belly-to-back suplex. One gets up, but eats a well-timed dropkick from Mysth. Mysth looks for a cover, but Joe spins out and locks in a Camel Clutch. Mysth, though, is still fresh, and powers out of it before landing a few chops on the chest of One! He picks up One and hits a Tilt-a-Whirl Slam! Mysth goes for the cover! One! Two! Kickout by One. Mysth picks him back up and gives him an armdrag, turning it into a keylock. One quickly gets a leg on the ropes. Noting this, the referee calls for the break, which Mysth obliges. Announcer: Joe One has used up his first rope break. One gets back to his feet. Mysth sees the opportunity and lands a Powerful Punch! One falls down, but the referee makes the notice! Announcer: Mysth has just been issued a warning. Mysth puts his hands in his face, realizing that he just got his only ‘freebie’ in the match, Ivy shrugs, asking him why on Earth he did that. Mysth goes back to One, but gets a kick in the face for his troubles! As Mysth recoils, One gets back up and hits a one-handed bulldog on Mysth. Once again, One tries to lock in the Camel Clutch, but Mysth elbows him in the head. Mysth Irish Whips One into the ropes, whom catches a hurricanrana! Cover by Mysth. One! Two! Kickout by One. Mysth stands back up. One gets an arm up and gets a Schoolboy on Mysth! One! Kickout by Mysth. One gets him up and hits a Don’t Worry About the Government on Mysth! He’s not done yet, though, as One gets Mysth on his shoulders, and spins…. hitting the Special Edition! Cover by One. One! Two! Kickout by Mysth. One looks at the defiant Mysth and says to himself, ‘I think I can do it now’. He locks in the Camel Clutch again. This time, Mysth does not have the strength to overpower One immediately. Mysth shouts in pain as he struggles to get out of the hold. He looks to the ropes, but pulls back, knowing that he only has three rope breaks. Ivy encourages her boyfriend and tries to help him by giving him instructions. Mysth grabs Joe One' s hands and tries to pull them away from his head, but One isn' t even close from letting go. Mysth once again tries to get close to the ropes as it is obviously better to use one of his rope breaks rather than to tap out right now. Mysth manages to free one of his arms from One' s laps and stretches it as much as he can, but he still is a few inches away from the ropes. The referee asks him if he wants to give up but he strongly says “NO !” Ivy cheers for him in hope to give him the psychological strength to do it. One pulls to get him away from the ropes but with a rise of his will, Mysth suddenly manages to throw his arm and shoulder forward and grabs the ropes ! One breaks the hold as the referee orders him to do so. Announcer : Mysth has used his first roope break. Both competitors now have two rope breaks left. *Mysth rises, using the ropes to help him back to his knees, he smiles at Ivy to thank her for her support. As he gets back to his feet, One charges at him for a Clothesline but Mysth ducks, uses a Drop Toe Hold and Joe One lands into the ropes and bounces back to the mat ! The troops seem amazed by this simple yet efficient move. Mysth capitalizes and gets behind One for a Dragon Sleeper but, being this close from the sides of the ring, Joe One quickly grabs the bottom rope and Mysth is forced to break the hold immediately without being able to really apply any pressure.* Announcer : Joe One used up his second rope break. He' s got only one left. *Joe One looks to be irritated by the fact that he already used two of his rope breaks. He gets up and the two men lock up again. Mysth seems to be taking an advantage by hitting hs opponent with an elbow to the face, but One manages to surprise Mysth by grabbing him very quickly for a Bodyslam ! One runs to the ropes and hits Mysth with an Elbow Drop ! He picks up Mysth, Irish whips him and hits him with a devastating Airstrip Kiss !! Ivy looks at the scene with a worried look as One goes for the cover.* ONE... TWO... KICKOUT !! *Joe One gets up right after the kick out and notices Mysth on the other hand is still on the ground. He might have kicked out but he' s still feeling the effect of the previous assaults. One slightly grins and climbs the nearest turnbuckle, he' s preparing the Phoenix Splash ! Joe One looks at Mysth who is trying to get up by pushing on his elbow but he is still on the ground. One jumps, spins and... crashes right on the canvas !! Mysth just rolled our of the way at the very last moment ! The soldiers erupt in cheers ! Mysth slowly manages to get back to his feet. He smiles at the crowd and does a Bret Hart like pose, which can mean only one thing, which is confirmed as Mysth grabs the champion' s legs and Ivy is beaming ! Sharpshooter !! Mysth has one of his favorite submission holds locked in ! He applies the pressure and Joe One screams in pain ! The ref checks if Joe One is tapping out but despite the strong pain, he still seems to resist. But he suddenly feels Mysth starting to pull him, trying to get to the center of the ring, and he has no choice but to grab the ropes and use his last bonus to make Mysth break the hold.* Announcer : Joe One has used his last Rope break ! From now on, Mysth won' t be forced to break a submission hold even if Joe One grabs the ropes. *One slowly raises back to his feet by leaning against the ropes. As soon as he' s up, Mysth charges and Clotheslines him and they both end up over the top rope ! They are lying on the ground from the impact. Christopher Indigo approaches, probably to help the champion, but Ivy joins them as well before Indigo can attack her fiancé. The two seem ready for action but as the referee warns them that if they interfere, the one who they help will get DQ' d, they both calm down and get back to where they come from. At the count of six, Mysth and One at last start to get up and at the count of nine they are up. Joe One attacks Mysth with a chop to the chest, to which Mysth replies with a chop of his own and... yes, they are exchanging chops, and the soldiers yell “WOOOO !!” at each strike. Eventually One manages to grab Mysth' s head and smashes it against the apron, and Mysth ends up leaning against it, nursing the part of his forehead that isn' t protected by his mask. One slides back to the ring as the referee counts to thirteen. Mysth wants to follow him but Ivy Rosepine advises him to use the remain time of the 20-count to catch his breath, and he only gets back into the ring at the count of eighteen. As soon as Mysth is back to his feet, Joe One comes near him and they lock up again, and this time, Mysth gets the upper hand by Irish whipping One and running at the opposite ropes but after they bounce against the ropes, One counters with a Shoulder Block. Joe One grabs Mysth' s leg and locks in a Leg Lock ! Mysth quickly groans in pain and since he doesn' t believe he could take another submission hold for long, he quickly grabs the ropes and gets One to break the hold.* Announcer : Mysth has used his second Rope Break. He has only one left ! *Joe One grabs Mysth as he was getting back up and Irish whips him into a turnbuckle. He then points at Mysth, signaling for a powerful move to crush Mysth against the turnbuckle. The troops boo heavily as One charges and goes for a Crossbody... but Mysth dodges and One crashes against the turnbuckle ! Mysth quickly reacts by grabbing him from behind and hitting a German Suplex ! One is on the ground, his back on the mat. Mysth looks at him, then at the turnbuckle and the troops cheer once again, and so does Ivy Rosepine ! Mysth jumps on the turnbuckle, facing the crowd. He looks exhausted but poses by spreading his arms, and then jumps backwards for a Moonsault !! It connects !* ONE... TWO... TH-KICK OUT !! *Unbelievably Joe One kicked out of the pin ! Mysth punches the mat out of fury. He can' t believe he didn' t get the pin. He gets up and picks up Joe One and goes for a Swinging Neckbreaker but just before he can perform it, One kicks him in the gut, making Mysth release him. He Irish whips Mysth and runs to the ropes, he goes for another Airstrip Kiss... BUT MYSTH GRABS HIS THROAT AND HITS THE MYSTHICAL CHOKESLAM !! Joe One hits the mat hard !! Ivy is screaming from joy and the troops are on their feet ! Mysth, on his knees, points to them before covering One.* ONE... TWO... Wait, wait a second ! *Mysth is still covering One who doesn' t flinch, but the ref says something to Mysth. Joe One' s leg has landed on the bottom rope when Mysth used his finisher ! Mysth starts to argue that One has no rope break left but the ref keeps on claiming the champ only used two of them. Mysth tries to make him remember the events of the match as calmly as he can, when the ref says something to the announcer and the officials at ringside.* Announcer : Ladies and gentlemen, I have just been informed by the referee that Mysth got stripped of his last rope break for disputing his decision. Joe One now doesn' t need to break a submission hold even if Mysth grabs the ropes. *Mysth' s arms and jaw drop as the soldiers and Ivy look shocked by this announcement. Mysth just stares in awe at the ref; he can' t believe what just happened and despite Ivy' s warnings, doesn' t notice Joe who got up behind him and locks in THE FIRST LIGHTNING !!! Out of reflex, Mysth grabs the bottom rope with his leg, forgetting for a moment that he just got stripped of his last joker. Joe One has his finisher locked in incredibly tight and Mysth groans, nearly roars from the pain as Ivy shouts him not to give up. Mysth tries to pull One' s arms away from his body but to no avail. One pulls him to the center of the ring. The referee asks Mysth if he wants to give up, and Mysth seems to hesitate a bit before saying no. He grabs Joe One' s arms but still doesn' t manage to remove it. Anyway, that' s not what he seems to be trying to do as he somehow manages to rise then lean forward and use the hold to throw Joe One over his shoulder and on the mat !! The crowd is giving a huge pop and Ivy Rosepine can' t believe her eyes ! The two men need the help of the ropes to get up, but Mysth goes up faster as Joe One is struggling to make it to a standing position while leaning against the ropes, Mysth hits a Springboard Dropkick and One is over the top rope and falls to the concrete floor ! The referee starts to count and as he gets to 4, Joe One slowly starts to rise again, so Mysth jumps over the top rope and on the apron to hit an Asai Moonsault and lands on the champion ! The two men crash against the barricade ! Once again, they are both lying out of the ring. Ivy Rosepine would like to help Mysth to rise by carrying him but she fears it could get him disqualified for getting outside help, so she helps him psychologically by encouraging him, and so does Christopher Indigo for Joe One. But the thing is, One took the worst of that last attack and Mysth eventually rises and as he hears the referee yelling “NINE !!,” he quickly slides into the ring and as soon as the ref reaches the ten count, Myst raises his arms... but realizing the match doesn' t end and the referee keeps on counting, remembers that in a Pure Rules match, the outside count goes to twenty. Mysth takes a couple of seconds to catch his breath again but at the count of 13, One starts to rise so Mysth gets out of the ring again, making the ref restart the count. He picks up the champion and grabs his throat, setting him up for... THE MYSTHERIOUS WAYS !! but Joe One elbows him to the head and get out of Mysth' s grasp. Seeing that the two competitors ar about to brawl again, Indigo and Rosepine get away from them. At the count of 4, they lock up and start exchanging elbows to the face. At the count of 7, Mysth grabs One for a Snap Suplex, but is countered by the champion who lifts him and hits a Brainbuster. Joe One has nearly nothing left I the tank and needs to lean against the apron to stand still. He catches his breath a bit but amazingly, at the count of 11, Mysth starts to rise again. Joe One goes near him and tries to grab him, but Mysth headbutts him in the gut, then strikes him with an Enzuigiri ! Mysth needs to lean against the apron as well and at the count of 14, he picks up Joe One, who hits Mysth with a knee to the stomach for his trouble. Mysth drops to his knees and One strike him with a vicious elbow to the back of the head. One then picks up Mysth and grabs him, performing the Pumphandle Michinoku Driver II !! It' s the count of 16, Mysth is lying motionless on the ground and One goes to lean against the apron again. Ivy checks on Mysth and tries to make him wake up. At the count of 18, Joe One climbs -or to tell the truth, crawls- back into the ring, safe from the count. He barely has time to make it to a kneeling position with help from the ropes before the referee counts to 20.* DING DING !! Announcer : Ladies and gentlemen here is your winner and STILL the EWT World Heavyweight Champion... JOE OOOOONE !! *After a coupls of seconds of awe, the troops boo One' s victory as Indigo gets into the ring to help the leader of Minipax to get to his feet and raises his arm in victory. The referee hand the belt to Joe, who grabs it. Indigo releases Joe One with a bit of hesitation, bt One now stands by himself and raises the title belt over his head, which only makes him booed even louder. Meanwhile, Mysth woke up but can barely stand and needs help from Ivy. The French couple make their way out of the arena, looking over their shoulder at the victorious Joe One and Christopher Indigo.* © EWT 2007
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